Lucky

Shit, shit, shit.

Whoa.

Excuse me, sir. You have to help me. My grandmother, she's hurt.

- Try to stay calm. - No, I can't lose her.

We're gonna take care of your grandmother, but we need to get you on a stretcher too.

I'm fine. I just… I need to be with her.

You're still in shock. You could have serious injuries.

Sir, please let me go with her. If she dies, and I'm not with her…

Please.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Seventy-one year old woman, multiple injuries.

Possible head trauma, collapsed lung.

Blood pressure around 50. We got it up to 80 with adrenaline.

It's okay. Can you squeeze my hand?

Can you try to squeeze it?

Hey! Excuse me. You're the granddaughter?

Uh, what? Um, yes.

And what's her name?

- Ruth Turner. - And you are?

- Amanda… …Turner. - Okay.

Is she on any current medications?

I'm not sure.

Can you help with her medical history?

- No, I… No. - Any preexisting conditions?

I was just visiting her for the week, okay? I don't--

Is she gonna be okay?

We'll do our best to save her.

Okay.

- Hey, we need to get you checked out too. - No, I'm fine.

- You're in shock. - I'm fine.

Is there a drinking fountain? I just really need some water.

I'll get you a cup. Stay right there. I'll be right back.

No!

- Faster, Lucky. Come on. - I'm trying.

Are you okay?

Feeling better?

Um…

- How long have I been here? - Not long.

- What happened? - You fainted.

It's pretty common in situations like yours.

You were running on adrenaline.

Ruth is in surgery.

Who?

Your grandmother.

She's still critical, but they're doing everything they can.

You rest, okay?

Oh, my God. Billie.

Hey. She's going to be okay.

Here.

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

Someone I love might die.

And the last thing I said to her was, "I hate you."

I used to tell my dad I hated him all the time.

Didn't mean it.

I would've done anything for him, and I think he knew that.

Maybe that's what I hated.

I don't know what to do.

Go in there and make sure she knows you didn't mean it.

Oh. Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine. I just, uh, need a room for the night. Whatever's cheapest.

Of course. ID, please.

Yeah.

Hello. I'm Peter Kershaw. Billie's boss.

Yeah. I'm Alison. We've met before.

Uh, uh…

How's, uh… How's she doing?

She has a cranial contusion.

They're gonna keep her a couple of days for observation.

You catch the people she was after?

One of them was dead on arrival. We're still looking for the other one.

Who? Who's dead?

Cary Masterson. Gunshot wound.

- And Lucky? - We don't have her.

Then, what are you doing here?

Just making sure you didn't get yourself killed.

Let me have some water.

I'm sure she's not far.

She's probably hurt somewhere. You need to find her while she's local.

Yeah. And you need to stop obsessing and get some rest.

Amen.

- Where's Gates? - Doing his job.

That's your last question, all right?

I came here to check on you, not rile you up.

All right? I'll let you know when we have any updates.

Here you go.

I, uh… I want him cremated.

And we'll do a memorial service as soon as possible.

I don't want him lying alone in some cold, dark morgue.

I'll take care of it.

I don't know who his friends are.

Or even if he has any.

I guess it will be my people.

I suppose I don't have many of those left either.

More than you think.

Wayne should be told.

I'll call his people.

You think he'll come?

Hmm.

Let's put the boy to rest. Set him free.

Hmm.

Everything else is, um… Well, it's just secondary.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm gonna give you some space.

You can sit down. Please.

Go ahead, you can call them now.

See what Wayne has to say.

It's nothing. I don't know what I'm trying to say.

I think you do.

Are we bad people?

What makes you think that?

Well, I'm pretty sure we're not good people.

Given it a lot of thought, huh?

What's our source of heat? On Earth.

The sun.

What's our source of cold?

Antarctica?

There is no source of cold.

Cold is just the absence of heat.

So it just becomes a question of how far you are from the sun.

Mmm, it's a question of degree.

So you're saying there is no evil? Just how far you are from good?

Good and evil are man-made concepts.

And like everything else man-made, they're highly imperfect.

Do you think a lion wastes one second

wondering whether it's good or bad to kill an antelope?

He's doing what he has to to survive.

Yeah, but we're not animals.

Only because we say we're not.

What can I get you?

Your cheapest bourbon, please, and a sugar cube.

It's on the house.

Thank you.

Isn't that some shit? Some people have all the luck.

You'll have to excuse me. You caught me in a bad mood.

It's all right.

My flight home got canceled.

I've had a pretty shitty day myself, so…

Well then, to our bad luck.

- And fuck that guy. - Yeah.

Fuck that guy.

Now I'm missing my daughter's birthday because of that flight.

I just don't wanna fuck her up, you know?

The fact that you're worried about that

probably means that you have nothing to worry about.

So, what happened to you?

The, um, bellman gave me the wrong suitcase.

Which means that somebody's probably out there with mine.

They promised me they're gonna track it down, but until then, I'm…

You're just wearing some stranger's clothes?

No.

No, these are my husband's clothes, actually. He, uh…

He died today.

I'm wearing them because mine are covered in blood.

We were in a car wreck, and now he's dead.

And I'm here talking to you.

Sorry, you'll have to, uh, forgive me. I'm not very used to being honest.

Uh, any other day, I would've just continued the bullshit suitcase story

and used your guilt over your daughter to manipulate you into paying for my room

and giving me some extra money…

And you know what's really shitty about all of that?

Is that I wouldn't even have to ask you for it.

You would insist.

Because I know the perfect words to use

for a guy who worries about his little girl.

But that's not what you're doing?

No.

Why not?

Because I'm really tired of being this way.

And, um…

…today I really need to believe that I'm not a totally bad person.

Well, someone wise once told me,

"The fact that you're worried about it

probably means you don't have to worry about it."

She wasn't very wise.

The car wreck, your husband.

That's true?

We were fighting.

And I really regret what I said.

Those don't have to be your last words.

Okay, Yoda.

- Thanks. - Want another drink?

- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah?

Can we get another one, please?

Oh, fuck. Priscilla.

Priscilla!

Priscilla.

Oh, it feels so good.

Oh.

Did I kill him, Dutch? Did I do this?

- Of course not. - No. Did I put him in that car?

If he would have done what you told him to do, he'd… he'd be alive right now.

Yeah, but I… I put him in the life.

- I pushed him too hard. - Come on.

No good's gonna come out of talking like this.

Yes, but I did… I did though. I mean, I could have…

I could have sent him away to boarding school.

I could have done better by him.

I mean, it's normal in bad moments to… to look back and do a…