The first 200 lines.
- Yeah? - Hey.
Oh, fuck, man. Are you okay?
Yeah. Are you?
Yeah. Found a room for the night.
- You good? - Yeah, but...
I don't have any of the money.
No, no, no. It's okay. I grabbed both bags.
Oh, fuck. Sorry.
The cops were coming around the corner, and I just...
- I couldn't find an exit. - Hey, it's okay.
It's okay, all right?
I'm just glad you're safe.
Okay. Okay. So, what now?
Do we lay low at this place?
Yeah.
I'll meet you at the diner at the edge of town,
and then... away we go.
It's just two weeks, yeah?
'Cause I can't leave my kid any longer.
It'll be two weeks, tops. Okay?
You'll be back with her before you know it.
It'll be good, okay?
We can catch up on some,
you know, brother-sister rekindling time.
I owe you that much at least, right?
I'll see you in the morning.
Hey.
- What? - Enjoying the music?
- It's fine. Sit down. - Hey, clean yourself up.
You look like you slept in a ditch.
Look, we may not eat like this again, all right?
So, please sit.
- Ordered it special for you. - Mm.
Thought you'd find it comforting.
Just like Cynthia used to make.
For me or for you?
Learn to like fucking onions.
Get the count?
And?
I thought it was five.
I need your help carrying a bag, though.
It's still a couple miles away.
What?
Well, five covered the expenses a little bit,
but seven... Seven lets me dream.
You dreaming big now?
Yeah, bigger shop, bigger house.
Maybe a dog for Steph. I don't know.
She's got to be, what, ten by now?
Close. She's six.
But with craftsman skills like this,
she may as well be ten.
- Ten-year-old didn't make that. - She's six.
Okay. A six-year-old didn't make that.
She did.
Her 30-year-old teacher probably made that.
She did. She made it with her own hands.
- Uh, no. - Yeah.
I couldn't color inside the lines when I was six,
much less make a bracelet.
Teacher totally fucking made that.
You couldn't do anything when you were six.
You can't even chew with your mouth closed now.
- Exactly. Shut it. - You know what?
I'm gonna fashion you a bracelet right now.
Fuck.
- What's the backup? - There is no backup.
What about Detroit?
I'm not walking a hundred miles.
Harder to track in the city.
Harder to run if we're caught.
Okay, so, what? It's just this house or bust?
The house is there. I checked.
What about the part we need?
Trust me. She's good for it.
She rack up a tab or something?
She was just being nice.
I said it was a donation to my cause.
If she said that we were going to Mars,
would you believe her then?
If it happened to her, then yeah.
It's nice to have hope.
Gotta love hope.
Hey.
You said that this was all abandoned.
What the hell is this?
- People like to camp. - People like to camp here?
I don't control where people go.
Where'd you learn to shoot?
That was practice. It wasn't loaded.
- It's not... - Shut up.
It's not a muzzle loader, dipshit.
You fucking threw it wrong.
Aim at your foot. See if you'll hit that better.
Your mom did a fucking awful job
teaching you how to shoot.
We ain't drinking fast enough
for you to miss like this.
One Alabama, two Alabama,
three Alabama, four Alabama.
Five.
I just don't think you're gonna fucking throw...
Hey!
You've got five seconds to get off my land.
- Who the fuck are you? - One! Two!
Five!
You heard her. Five more until I stop missing.
- Go, go, go, go, go. - What about my stuff?
Leave it in the woods, man.
- One... - Go! Go!
Five!
Fucking idiots.
But they'll be back with people who know how to shoot.
Is this it?
Okay. Grab your shell.
Anything?
Maybe we can double back, find a place by the diner.
Joe?
Joe? Joe.
Joe! We gotta go.
This is it.
- What's the other one? - "1-9-3-2.
Spin clockwise,
- set to noon, then run up." - Okay.
Okay.
Hey. Come on.
Here. Follow these instructions exactly,
- then hang up. - Okay.
Dining room good.
Foyer clear.
Hurry up. I hear them.
- They're on their way. - Yeah.
Bathroom clear.
"Sit peto tutum peregrinatione."
So, is that it?
We just...
We're clear here and there?
Now, we wait for time to pass in our present.
Then we head back, make sure we're clear.
So, two weeks then?
Two weeks and counting.
Ah!
All right.
And last but not least... this thing.
Four-fifty.
- Four-fifty for this? - Yeah, 450.
It's Indian, so it's exotic.
And that is early 1900s, so it's an antique.
Looks handmade, so it's one of a kind.
And what I'm gonna do from there is haggle
from five, maybe six.
Make them think they're getting a good deal.
Fo' fiddy, bitch.
Fucking weird.
Yeah, but that's even if they want it.
'Cause these days not a lot of bull hook enthusiasts
walk into the store, and it's very sad.
You gotta be sick of drinking that well garbage.
I prefer the bite.
Okay. So, you hate my concoctions.
You don't have to do that, you know?
Do what?
You said on the phone that... ...you owe me
this brother-sister rekindling time.
So, why do you feel that?
I feel like I do.
- And I know you feel like I do. - Since when?
I know you.
All right, you don't say it, but I can feel it.
I was 24. I...
I needed the tough love.
You needed a brother.
A brother who didn't leave you behind.
Okay, then where would I be?
Hmm?
Maybe I wouldn't have learned jack.
Maybe I would have fallen even deeper into more shit.
Maybe I'd be dead, and I wouldn't have Steph.
So, all in all, I think I came out ahead.
Is that what you tell yourself?
- That's how I feel, yeah. - And now you're in debt.
- That's not your problem. - No, it is.
I know you think that you...
that you needed this thing more than me.
I think it's the other way around.
I fucked up, Sid.
And I'm gonna do anything I can to make that better.
There's so much closure in the air tonight.
Yet you won't tell me a thing about this regular of yours,
or why she has a magical safe house.
Yeah. I mean, that's the trust
that keeps my customers coming back.
Mm.
Which is something you know very little about
- in your line of work. - Right, yeah.
No, she trusts you enough to loan you her house,
but not enough to tell you how it works.
That's... that's trust.
Do you ask how the plumbing works when you stay at a B&B?
Yeah, I do.
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