Tracker

-No. -

Cut!

-We didn't get the shot. -

I told you, he has to fall out of the frame.

You can't track him to the pad.

Let's do it again.

Oh, man, give me a second.

Uh... Hey, Rip. You good to go again or not?

No, not with this pad.

It's too hard.

It's too old.

I'm not doing this again, bro.

Hey, you said he was a pro.

Let me see what I can do.

Yeah, just get him back. Or after this week, you're both done.

-Rip! - Oh, my God.

Randy, what do you got?

Yo, Colt Seavers.

Fall Guy.

You know it. See, I knew you would too. Lee Majors, baby.

Listen, I'm just calling to see if you're digging that job that I sent you.

Missing stuntman.

Yeah, Hale Ripley.

Listen, I'm kind of a big fan of this guy.

He's one of the first Black stuntmen to make it out of his hometown.

He's got a ton of credits, dawg.

He was based in Hollywood for a while

and now he's in Detroit doing this low-budget indie movie.

He went missing after a big stunt.

Who posted the reward?

Girlfriend, Laura.

Offering 12K.

All right. I'm not too far away. I'll head there now. Thanks, Randy.

Laura.

You must be Colter Shaw. Thanks for coming.

So, your boyfriend's been missing since last night?

Yeah, his motorcycle's not on the lot.

The phone goes to voicemail. He hasn't come home.

He doesn't do this.

Got it. Does he have any other family?

He's got an ex and a son in his 20s.

The ex hasn't heard from him, doesn't seem to want to,

and I left a message with his son to call me if he gets in contact with him,

but I haven't heard anything back.

They close, he and his son?

Not really. Dalton doesn't visit much, rarely calls.

I don't think he's too happy about it, but I let it be his thing.

Okay. And the last time anyone saw him

was when he left the lot when he walked off the set?

Yeah.

I don't know what made him mad this time, but he said this production was a mess.

Unsafe, long hours, cutting corners.

He actually said he was going to try to get me on this movie,

but after the first day of shooting, he changed his mind.

-You're in the business as well? -Yeah, it's kind of how we met.

I do stunt crash driving.

He's a high fall guy on this production, but he can do anything else, so...

Well, he used to.

When we first started working together, I could tell that he was struggling,

so I brought him to an NA meeting.

Was it pain pills?

-Pretty common in our line of work. -Yeah.

We've all been through it.

Knees, titanium shoulder, pins in his back.

Is there a chance maybe that...

your boyfriend relapsed?

He was fine when I saw him yesterday.

You know, we went to a meeting first thing in the morning, like always.

Okay. Okay.

What about the lot and on set? Any problems there?

He having any problems with anyone?

Yeah, I mean, everyone, except maybe the caterers.

You know, he wasn't one to keep his mouth shut.

Okay. Anybody see anything?

Anybody have any idea where he might have gone,

-what he might have done? -

His stunt partner helped me sneak onto the lot,

but someone spotted me.

I didn't even get a chance to see the trailer.

Some rent-a-cop put hands on me,

said he'd call the police if I tried it again.

Something happened to Ripley after he walked off set,

and these people are hiding something.

I can feel it.

Okay.

I'll poke around and see what I can find out.

You got a laminate?

I didn't know I needed one.

No, you can't... Sorry...

No, it's a closed set.

Right. Got it. Okay. I was just looking for a Hale Ripley?

Yeah, no, he's not here.

Do you want to maybe talk to his department head?

Stunt department, right? That's Jake Harris.

I can call him. That's the best I can do.

Jake Harris?

Okay. No, I'm good, actually. Thank you very much. Appreciate you.

- Oh... -

Security.

Yeah?

Looking for Hale Ripley?

Not here.

-She's cool. Don't worry about it. -Uh-huh.

Stay down.

Stay there.

-He touch you? -No.

-Did you take anything? -No, I said I didn't want to.

-Come here. -Hey, hey, hey. What the hell is this?

-You Jake? You're the stunt coordinator? -Yeah.

Yeah? Okay. I don't think you'd like what's going on inside your trailer here.

You're fired. Go!

Are you okay?

Head to the med tent. I'll be with you in a second, all right?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

And who the hell are you?

Colter Shaw. I'm looking for Hale Ripley.

-You a cop? -I'm not a cop.

No, his girlfriend hired me to find him.

He didn't make it home from work last night.

Well, he was upset as he walked off the set.

-Uh-huh. -That last stunt, it was rough.

Ripley, man, he was... he was all over the place.

He was distracted, kept checking his phone.

I don't know what was going on.

Followed him out to the trailer and that just set him off.

Said he was going to go talk to the producers.

About the stunt?

-Probably. -Okay.

These people...

They're not the kind of people you want to piss off.

You got the name of that producer?

Yeah.

Okay, Bennett Cranston.

So our producer on this movie has priors for racketeering, intimidation,

and looks like ties to some organized crime outfit.

So he's washing his money through his films?

Well, he's not doing it to win an Oscar, I'll tell you that.

It doesn't seem like the kind of guy Ripley should have rolled up on.

No, it does not.

All right. Stunt coordinator said that Ripley was on his phone all day.

You find anything on that?

- -One sec.

Got nothing. Maybe he was waiting on a call that never came.

And where can I find this Cranston guy?

Let me see.

Okay. Looks like production got him a place in a fancy high-rise downtown.

Sending a pin your way now.

I got it. Thanks. Find out who he's working for, will you?

Oh, you better believe I am.

Thanks, Randy.

Hey, were you able to set up that dinner for tonight with Maxine?

Yes, corner table, 7:00 p.m. at the Victor.

-Great. -You ready?

More or less. More would be better.

Maybe you can pull together a one sheet of where we are with those cases

that she wanted us to look at.

It's already in your inbox, but I'll make you a copy.

Also, I already finished going through

the batch of files that they sent over last night, so...

Look at you grinding. I love it.

And I binged six episodes of that Tower of God you put me onto.

After I finished.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

-I'll tutor you later. -Mmm.

-Baby steps. Baby steps. -Right.

You're welcome.

How you doing?

Here to pick up some film hard drives from, uh...

Mister...

Cranston.

Sign in. Suite 610.

Say 610?

-Yes. -All right. Thank you.

Uh, what you got, Big C?

Randy, hey, I'm still at the producer's house.

Looks like Ripley confronted Cranston.

I don't think things went well. The place is a mess.

I'm sending you an image right now.

What do you need?

I wouldn't mind knowing where they took him.

I can do that.

Okay, Cranston's phone's offline.

What about the two guys that dragged him out?

Let me see.

Oh.

I'm getting a hit on one of them, Gage Mueller.

Looks like he's got ties to the same organized crime gang that Cranston does.

Can you get a location on his phone?

Okay, it's in an industrial zone.

Just sent it to you.

Hmm, I'm on my way. Thanks, Randy.

Jesus.

Where's Ripley?

I don't know.

Did he do this to you?

The dude is off his rocker.

I saw you and your men drag him out on the surveillance.

How did he get the upper hand?

I was sending him a message. I wanted to scare him.