[Maggie] We left the shootout
at the storage facility and headed to our meet-up--
a parking garage at the Mohegan Sun Casino.
[tires squealing]
I knew Pete wouldn't be there,
and I wanted to get Reggie to a hospital,
but he said we had to hide the money first.
[Reggie] Check the crates.
- What am I looking for? - I don't know.
Something big and empty.
[soft ambient music]
♪ ♪
What is that?
♪ ♪
[hollow knocking]
♪ ♪
- It's hollow. [Luka] Wait, wait, wait...
You put $11 million
inside fucking buffalo?
It was the only thing big enough.
♪ ♪
[sighs] In buffalo?
[speaking Montenegrin]
Wha... what the fuck was buffalo even doing there?
It's an Indian casino.
I know it's fucking Indian casino.
Why was fucking buffalo
in fucking parking garage?
I don't know.
They have a museum. Maybe they wanted...
What are you, a Mohegan Sun expert now?
You join players club?
♪ ♪
Your boyfriend, he no tell me nothing like this,
which is something,
because way I ask,
people always talk.
♪ ♪
Why wasn't the money in a safe?
♪ ♪
[chuckles, speaks Montenegrin]
[laughs]
I have fucking Feds up my ass.
Warrant for this, warrant for that.
I think to myself, "Oh, what do I do?"
I take the money, and I put it in fucking locker,
where people leave shit behind.
No one look there. Smart, huh?
Because two days later,
Feds come in this place,
rip shit apart!
Tore out fucking walls looking for money!
Only not so smart, maybe.
♪ ♪
How did you know money was in fucking locker?
[whimpering] I didn't... I don't know.
I don't know.
♪ ♪
It was Constantine, yeah?
Reggie just found a key.
[sighs, speaks Montenegrin]
Now, that is a shame,
because Constantine, he was good friend.
[speaking Montenegrin]
Let's go, donkey. We go get my fucking money.
[Marius] You... you can't.
You can't.
The... the Feds are still watching you. They...
They wanted us to set you up.
The Feds were talking to 'em when Joe and I...
[clears throat] When we grabbed them.
- Are they wired? - No. We checked.
What did you say to FBI?
We said no.
Why?
[laughing softly]
Mm... because...
she had a vision.
The only way to get out of this
was to get the money and give it back to you.
A vision?
Yeah, she's some kind of psychic.
Yeah?
Mm-hmm.
You know, in village where I grow up,
there was a woman
who also, she had visions.
She would read, uh,
coffee grinds,
and she said she could see future.
Only, do you know
what old woman did not see?
War.
[laughs] War?
One hundred forty thousand dead.
Two million refugees.
Not one premonition
about decade of blood!
[tense music]
Fucking gypsy horseshit.
[Marius] The... the Feds...
Want to catch you with the money.
They... they, uh... they...
they want to get you on tax evasion.
[chuckling] Like Capone?
[Marius] That's right. - [chuckles]
So you... you can't go near your money
until it's safe to go near your money,
and we want to get it for you and make it safe.
Okay.
I give you 24 hours
to figure out how.
You fucking go with them.
They fuck around at all,
you remind them,
I get my money,
or entire family goes in fucking tub.
♪ ♪
- So Joe was your friend? [Frank] Don't.
You know, I've worked in grief therapy.
Next fucking word out of your mouth
better be about where the money really is.
Anything else, I throw you from this car.
It's where I said. Fucking asshole.
In a buffalo.
- Yeah. - When you started on that...
I thought you were going in the tub.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
That's why you stashed Pete at the casino...
so that he could watch the buffalo.
I have to be the one to give the money back to Luka.
- According to your vision. - Yes.
How about you, Fake Pete?
Do you have a vision?
♪ ♪
We're gonna need more operators.
I'm thinking four.
I could hire one locally, but, uh...
I'm gonna have to go into the city tomorrow
to get the rest.
We'll go to the city tomorrow. You're not leaving my sight.
♪ ♪
And what about her? What does she do?
[Marius] I'll make a list of tools for her to get.
♪ ♪
At some point, we're gonna have to open up a buffalo.
♪ ♪
[♪ The Bright Light Social Hour: "Harder Out Here"]
♪ ♪
[man] ♪ It's getting harder out here ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I keep trying to just make my way ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's not lying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm only trying ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
[all] ♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
[all] ♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪♪
You really think I'd give you someone else's passport?
Driver's license?
[sighs] What if I get carded at the liquor store?
You're not leaving the house. You do know that, right?
I was kidding, obviously.
- Oh, God. [grunts] - How many weeks?
Mm, 23?
Puking just stopped, so yay.
Hey, did Luis tell you why he was bonding me out?
Said he owed you.
Oh, for what he owes me,
I should be in the Four Seasons, not stuck here with you.
No offense.
I'd rather be home with my kids.
I hear ya.
I'll be in court on Monday. I don't come out.
End of the month, I'll be in Niantic.
Just can't believe I'm having a baby in prison.
Father around?
Mexico.
Why you skipped before.
Can you blame me?
So what are we gonna do?
Braid each other's hair, play Truth or Dare?
I figured you'd want to watch what you want,
eat what you want, sleep when you want.
Just without leaving your sight?
That's right.
[dramatic music]
[trunk lock clicks, creaks]
♪ ♪
Feds.
Subtle as fuck.
[breathes deeply]
Hey, I'm gonna need you to wait in the car for this.
You haven't caught on yet.
I don't trust you.
In fact, I blame you for what happened to Joe.
♪ ♪
Say it's on me.
You'll never make it out of this car.
No, it's not on you, it's not on me.
It's on the guy who threw the acid.
No, it's you,
same as if you threw it.
And it's got to be paid for. Pay for it you will.
Listen, the person that I need to recruit
is gonna run if she sees you.
- Is it Gina? - Yeah.
- Get someone else. - No.
She's young, she's pretty, and she's good at what she does.
It needs to be Gina. That's all we have right now.
Go ahead.
Oh, my God...
[chuckles] I love your watch.
- My dad has one just like it. - Really?
- Mm-hmm. - Thanks.
- My wife got it for me... - Oh...
Well, my ex-wife, actually. I'm... I'm single.
Oh. You can collect it at the end of the counter.
Right. Thanks.
- Help the next... - Coffee, black coffee.
Can I talk to you for a few seconds?
- Why? - Just give me ten seconds.
If you don't like what I have to say,
then you'll never see me again.
Just one second.
Ten seconds.
- Five seconds. - Listen...
[door closes]
I need your help with this thing. I need you.
Listen, listen...
There's nothing...
there's nothing I can say about Gavin.
I am... I am so sorry about that.
I want you to be my partner on this thing.
You don't need me to teach you.
I need you. I need your help. You're gifted.
[dramatic music]
I need you.
♪ ♪
[breathes deeply]
What's the timeline?
♪ ♪
It's accelerated. It's basically now.
I have to go out the back door.
Why?
You see that black Suburban outside?
That's the FBI.
Smart not to mention the Feds up front.
♪ ♪
There's another reason.
♪ ♪
Is that who I think it is?
Look, this is not just about the money
or the job.
It's about revenge.
♪ ♪
Meet me out back.
♪ ♪
Otto!
We don't see each other like we used to back in the day, huh?
[Otto] You guys have gotten smarter.
It's bad for the bail bond business, but...
I just got better lawyers. [laughs]
[upbeat Latin music playing over speakers]
So you got my message?
Your mess... message? What message?
- The one I left with Julia. - Oh. Uh...
This is the first, uh... first I'm hearing of it.
Oh. I just wanted to ask you about the housepainter
I sent you through Moe.
What? We're just talking home improvements, right?
Uh, yeah, right. [chuckles softly]
I tried reaching him and nothing.
Then this kid shows up, looking for him.
Something happen?
Uh, well...
long and short of it is he took an early retirement.
♪ ♪
- Hmm. [Otto] His kid...
you send him to... to Moe?
He the one that put him in a hospital?
[Otto] Uh-huh.
His kid's the reason we're here.
He didn't just bust Moe's jaw.
♪ ♪
He... he... he took something...
important from him,
and, um...
I was hoping that maybe
you could convince him to give it back.
I'd love to, Otto, but I don't know his name,
where he lives, nothing.
Sorry.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[door bells jingle, dishes clattering]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
[exhales sharply]
[Carly] Hi. - [gasps] Oh, God.
- How are you feeling? - I'm fine. Why?
- You're not hungover? - No. [chuckles]
- Ah, youth. - [chuckles]
What are you doing?
Um...
I'm looking for this.
A screwdriver?
Yeah, well, uh, you can read certain objects.
You can feel the echoes of the person who owned it before,
I mean, if it... if it was important to them.
This was your mom's.
She had a special screwdriver? [chuckles]
Well, yeah, she had an '85 Ford Bronco,
and, uh, one summer, the solenoid went out.
- I don't know what that is. - Yeah, neither did I.
But apparently, you can't start a car without one.
Anyway, this guy, he told Lila
that if you lay the shaft of a screwdriver
across two points in the engine,
and you get a spark, and it starts,
but you're only supposed to do that one time.
And then you're supposed to take it right to the shop, but...
[chuckles] Lila, she did it all summer long.
Are you gonna read the screwdriver?
I mean, can you use that to...
contact my mom?
That's why I'm here.
[Otto] That kid's gonna kill someone.
[Sam] What?
That piece of paper he wanted to get out of his father's jacket,
dollars to doughnuts,
it's got the name of his father's next target.
That could've been the receipt for his dry cleaning
for all you know.
[scoffs] Look, I spent a day with the little prick!
All right?
I... I... I know. He wants to be like Daddy.
[stammers] What does, uh... what business is that of yours?
Okay, look, we find him, we get the Proclamation,
- and it's done, okay? - Okay.
You happen to get his license plate?
No, uh, because I'm old and stupid.
Of course I got his plate.
Kid's gonna kill someone. [nervous chuckling]
Yeah, well, maybe whoever it is deserves it.
You ever think about that?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[chuckles]
Valerie Abeyta.
[indistinct conversation on TV, remote control clicking]
♪ ♪
[clicking continues]
Could you please stop doing that?
Oh, sorry.
[man on TV] No, it is not true.
[TV turns off] - [sighs]
Tell me about your kids.
- I'm interested. - What do you want to know?
- How many? - Two, girl and a boy.
Nice.
Where are they this weekend?
With a sitter, who I'm paying an arm and a leg.
You a good mother?
[chuckles]
Depends, uh, what day it is
and who you ask,
but, um...
we do the best.
I hope I'll be a good mother...
when I get out.
Any advice?
Don't do it on your own.
Yeah, that ship's kind of sailed.
Tell me about it.
Look, the good outweighs the bad.
You'll never love anyone the way you love them, so...
don't sweat the small stuff.
And be prepared, because everyone thinks
they know how to raise your kids better than you do.
Shit, they probably do.
Some days it'll feel like that.
[remote control clicking]
[clicks tongue] Shit.
Batteries must've drained while I was in jail.
[grunts] Oy.
- What are their names? - Ellen and Jacob.
- Their father around? - Uh... [chuckles] Well...
Jacob's is, sort of.
Ellen's dad is in New York,
- or... was. - Uh-huh.
He represents a, uh,
dark period in my life.
Having Ellen sort of saved me.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
Motherfuck.
♪ ♪
No, no, no, no. [gasps]
Oh, no, no, no.
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[slot machines ringing, coins clicking]
[slot machine beeping]
Are you fucking... come on.
[slot machine beeping]
You got a fucking problem, man?
Holy shit.
You're that fugitive, that guy on TV.
- What? No, no, I'm... - Security!
Escaped convict!
He's getting away!
Aah! Aah!
No, no, no, no, no!
Aah! [whimpers]
[groaning]
We got an hour.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Shit, I'm such a klutz.
♪ ♪
[car beeping]
[doorbell rings]
Cookies or Christ, whatever you're selling,
I ain't buying, so just please don't...
- Where is she? - Where is who?
Do not fuck with me.
I don't know who you are, but I'm calling the cops.
Please do.
I work with Bernhardt Bail Bonds,
and we bonded out your friend Valerie...
Valerie? Who the hell is Valerie?
...giving me the legal right to search
anywhere I think she might be hiding,
so call the cops, 'cause when they get here
and we find Valerie hiding in the attic
or the basement or under a bed,
you go away for five to seven for aiding and abetting.
[window opens]
[dynamic music]
- Hands! [gun clicks]
All right.
[breathing heavily]
[sighs] Valerie, Valerie, Valerie.
[sighs, chuckles]
How did you know I was here?
Your magazines. Half the labels were for this address.
I figured either you steal your friend Wendy's mail,
or you two are besties.
Holy shit. [chuckles]
You reported yours stolen, then got a replacement.
Nice.
And, uh... this?
I earned that.
Teaching downward-facing dog?
Well, I hope you enjoyed your little escape attempt,
because you're gonna spend your last days of freedom
handcuffed to a fucking toilet.
You do that, you might as well just pull out your gun
- and shoot me right now. - [scoffs]
Luis is gonna fucking kill me, okay?
That's why he bonded me out.
Why should I trust you?
[sighs] You didn't notice that janky-ass Beemer
that's been following us around, did you?
That car belongs to Omar. Omar belongs to Luis.
He was just waiting for dark to come in and pop me...
and probably you, too.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Did you skim that money from Luis?
Of course I skimmed the money from Luis.
[sighs] What if you just gave it back to him?
I can't just give the money back to him.
Then I'd be admitting that I took it.
I'd be just as dead.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Fuck.
[man] Tough way to fish,
catching 'em with your bare hands.
Who's there?
[man] I guess you could call me sort of a bridge troll.
You got a...
got a name, bridge troll?
Rusty.
You?
- Bob. - You fishing, Bob?
Nah, actually, I'm looking for something
my girlf... well...
my ex-girlfriend
thought it would be hilarious to throw off the bridge.
What kind of something are we looking for?
- A watch. - Watch?
I don't want to know what you did to piss her off.
[sighs] Actually, Rusty, I'm getting kind of thirsty.
You want to go up to the store,
if I give you this 20, and pick us up a sixer?
I haven't had a drink in 20 years.
How about I help you instead?
No, no, no, no, no, I got it, I got it.
The... the river's so low, it'll be easy to spot.
I got time.
Besides, I got a knack for finding stuff.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Shit.
Shit? Shit what?
- The BMW. - Fuck!
♪ ♪
Oh, fuck.
You're gonna get me fucking killed.
I know how to lose a tail.
[cell phone beeps]
[line trilling]
♪ ♪
- What do you want me to do? - I want you to kill her.
I know, but do you want to wait for night?
[Luis] I want you to wait until she stops
and shoot her with your gun!
- What about the blonde? - [sighs]
- Only if you have to. [phone beeps]
[gasps softly]
It's like...
she's on the other side of a valley.
She can't hear my voice.
Sometimes it helps if you tell me you want.
The... then I can ask the right questions.
How do you mean?
Like, some people want to know answers.
Some people want to know
if their loved ones are okay.
I don't know. I guess I...
want to know what her favorite color was,
what kind of music she listened to,
what she'd think of me.
Her favorite color was the blue green
of a swimming pool at night,
and her favorite songwriter was Elvis Costello,
and she would've thought that you were smart
and pretty and funny.
[solemn music]
I guess what I really want is something that...
...you can't give me.
I want to hear her voice.
[cell phone ringing, buzzing]
[clicks tongue] You should get that.
Oh, no, I don't know that number.
I don't want to answer it if...
No, but I know it.
It's Julia.
[Luka] How does it go? - It's going good.
Marius is putting together his team.
[chuckles] It's like "Ocean's 11."
Is he getting tiny Chinese men to fit inside box?
I don't think so.
- Okay. [phone beeps]
Fuck.
Do you know how much longer she's gonna be?
Uh, she said she was gonna come right over.
Please ignore my fiancé.
We're supposed to be on vacation.
Well, I'm sorry if I'm passionate about my work.
Not all of us can be aimless millennials.
[chuckles] Okay. You don't mind showing off
this aimless millennial to your buddies at trade shows.
- May I help you? - Oh, hi, yeah.
I'm so sorry to bother you. I was just wondering,
how... how long have you had the Roosevelt?
- I'm sorry? - The Teddy Roosevelt buffalo.
How long have you had it?
Oh, you don't kn... she doesn't know. [chuckles]
[chuckling derisively] She doesn't know.
Thi... this buffalo was felled by the 26th President
of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt.
[chuckles] How do you know that?
He stuffs dead animals.
I stuff dead a... I'm a professional taxidermist.
Oh, say it loud, say it proud.
Yeah, if you look at the left forehoof,
you can see where he carved his initials,
T.R., right there.
- Oh, my... - Yeah, at first,
I didn't think it was a Roosevelt,
because usually when people have something like this,
they put a big sign out that says "Roosevelt Buffalo,"
- given the value of 'em. - Such a waste.
20 years ago, it would've been worth $30,000,
but now it's... it's upwards of $100,000 to $150,000, easy.
- This is worth $100,000? - Well, it was.
Unless something's done about it immediately,
it's not gonna be worth anything.
I... I don't understand.
How long have you, uh, had it on display?
Um, three years, since the museum has been remodeled.
And during that time,
uh, have you ever had it checked for hard-shell beetle larvae?
Uh...
Suzanne? Can I call you Suzanne?
[chuckles] Sure.
This... this buffalo has all the telltale signs
of a hard-shell beetle infestation.
That sounds bad.
Yeah. Oh, that's bad.
You better believe it's bad.
[tires squeal]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
Sorry to drag you into this, but apparently
you're the only Bernhardt who answers their goddamn phone.
I'm always happy to assist in a little tail drop.
[cell phone ringing, buzzing]
[cell phone beeps]
- What? - Uh, nothing.
[cell phone clatters]
I don't see anyone, so...
Where are we taking little Miss Flight Risk?
Uh, a motel, Lamplighter.
I know it.
But here's the thing,
the motel might be a good idea,
but I think the bad guys are expecting it.
Lila and Danny had to skip once with a target on his back.
They put him in a storage unit.
I'm not spending the weekend in a box.
You are if I say you are.
Where?
They used one in Mount Vernon.
I could take you to it.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Salaam alaikum.
You know how she lost you? There was a second car.
- They did a ditch-and-switch. - Who the fuck are you?
Your replacement, slick.
You're not gonna be able to do this job.
[mouths word]
♪ ♪
- [grunts] - Come on, man.
It's no fun disposing of a body.
Just open the door.
♪ ♪
[car door opens] - Good.
Now put your hands there.
You know you don't have to do this.
Sure, I do. I want the 50k your boss put on that target's head.
Hands.
♪ ♪
Come on now.
Man up.
Close your eyes.
That way, you don't know when it's coming!
[door slams] - [screams]
- [cheering on TV] [pounding on door]
What the fuck?
[speaking Montenegrin] It's her.
[door closes] - Her who?
This fucking Maggie Murphy.
- Huh. [door opens]
[chuckling]
- Huh? [door closes]
Where's my money?
It's close. You'll have it soon.
Why are you here?
I need to rent a unit.
[chuckles, speaks Montenegrin]
Is this sarcasm?
From the woman who cleaned my units out?
I need a storage unit for my niece.
For your niece?
My family is in bail bonds. She has a skip.
I thought she should leave her skip here
for the weekend.
You think this is fucking hotel?
People try to stay here, I...
I... I kick their ass.
Just until Monday.
Why it have to be here?
Why not Connecticut?
People are looking for this woman.
Your place is secure.
[speaking Montenegrin]
Eh, because you fucking robbed it.
[Maggie chuckles]
[Bako] Boss...
Why don't we bring girl here, and we can, uh...?
Bako make good point.
Your niece,
she will be around here sometimes
to be checking in on the skip.
So, if you fuck up
and don't bring me my money,
it's shorter trip to tub for niece.
Ugh, come on, get in.
In, in, in.
[sighs] There's no chair.
[sighs] Sit on your back.
Well, what... what am I supposed to do when the light goes off?
I don't know. You had a yoga studio.
Shavasana?
[door creaking, rumbling]
[Valerie] What the fuck?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[truck horn honks]
Ow. [gasps]
Oh! [gasping]
Where the fuck is Marius?
- He's in the city. - He's not in the fucking city.
- Uh... - Tell me, or I kill you...
I don't know.
...after I kill your fucking niece.
♪ ♪
[exhales deeply]
♪ ♪
[car door opens]
[Julia exhales deeply]
Unit number, passcode, lock combination.
- Thank you so much. - It's okay.
So that guy who was following me,
he's, um, probably gonna be on your tail again.
Uh, okay, I'll get someone else to resupply her.
[exhales deeply] Do you have a gun?
Uh... I do.
Um, it's not loaded, though.
I... I... I almost, um, shot this guy a few days ago.
Mm-hmm. Load it.
[engine turning over, car beeping]
♪ ♪
Well, most of the damage is done in the larval phase,
which... which means... [stammers]
Basically the... the beetles lay their eggs on the mounts,
in... in this case,
uh, your beautiful and... and... and valuable bison.
Uh, and the... the larvae feed off the hair,
until they pupate and grow into adult beetles,
which then lay their eggs.
And... and then, the cycle starts all over again,
only this time there's more beetles
and therefore more damage.
And if you miss the warning signs,
and let several generations propagate,
then that Roosevelt bison out there
will be a goner within the year.
Wow.
Well...
I'll review this situation with the Tribal Elders,
and we'll make a plan.
Yeah, the sooner, the better.
- Thank you for the warning. - Yeah. Yeah, it's fine.
You know, it's not really an issue, uh, if you can get to it
before it becomes a health hazard, right?
- Let's hit the tables. - What kind of health hazard?
Well, if it goes untreated,
what happens is microscopic airborne bacteria
get released into the air by the exploding corpuscles
in the beetle larvae.
- Exploding... - Beetle shit.
...cor... corpuscles?
Yeah. Yeah, it gets into the ventilation system.
You know how contagion spreads. It's... it's nasty.
It's not deadly, but it will get in your coffee.
And the taste of it, it's like...
If it gets really bad, it's like musty beetle shit.
Mm-hmm. Is this something that you could treat for us?
- Yeah, it takes about an hour. - Oh...
Do you have equipment?
Well, I'm a professional taxidermist,
so, yeah, I have the equipment.
- Then would you... - I would love to.
- Of course I would love to. - Mm-hmm.
Right? But we're on vacation,
and the, uh...
Well, what would you say
to a comp in the Honeymoon Suite?
- Uh... - [scoffs] Seriously?
If you'll fix the buffalo, spray it or whatever.
What do you think?
If they throw in a stack of chips.
[chuckles]
[Taylor groans]
[grunts]
Ah! Fuck!
People really treat this river like a fucking dump.
[exhales sharply] Used to come out here with my cousin
and catch crawfish.
Tried to put 'em in the fridge to scare our grandma.
Never worked.
Look, Rusty, I'm gonna... I'm gonna call it. Hmm?
You find the watch, you keep it.
[chuckles] Just be glad she didn't cut your dick off
and throw that off the bridge.
[chuckles]
You saw someone's dick get thrown off the bridge?
Nah.
Though, uh, the other night...
someone tossed this.
[tense music]
You looking for this?
Come on, now, son, you ain't looking for no watch.
You want it?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
You kill somebody with it?
- No. - Did somebody else?
♪ ♪
- They deserve it? - [exhales sharply]
Oh, Rusty, I don't...
I don't know who deserves what anymore.
♪ ♪
[Audrey] What happened?
He gave me the gun.
Oh...
He could identify you.
No, nobody knows that I threw it in the river.
There'd be no... no reason to ask him.
- Where is it? - Grandma...
I'm telling you all this so that you know
that things are in process, but I...
- You don't need to know. - The hell I don't.
What are you going to do with the gun now?
The hit man.
The one your grandfather hired to put a hit on himself?
What about him?
I'm gonna bury the gun with the body.
- Oh... [squeals] - I'm gonna call in a tip,
ho... hope that the gun gets to Detective Roby
before the blood panel comes in.
You know where the body is buried?
Grandma...
you don't need to know anything else.
There's nothing I can do?
[softly] Grandma...
...just sit tight.
And if what you do doesn't work...
- It's gonna work. - If it doesn't...
It's gonna work.
If it doesn't...
and they send me away for God knows how long,
I have to know my family is safe.
Safe from what?
Your long-lost cousin and aunt show up after 20 years,
both with criminal records.
Tell me you haven't asked yourself...
Why now?
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't.
Well, okay, then.
I'm gonna find out what Maggie and Pete are up to.
Grandma...
I have to do something.
Okay.
- Hey. [Maggie] Hey.
I just wanted to see how you were doing in New York.
Yeah, good. We're just crewing up, you know.
How's it going there with the tools?
Got 'em.
[cell phone beeps]
[indistinct chatter, telephones ringing]
Do you know the guy who said you were a fugitive?
[sniffs] Huh? [sniffs]
Just wondering if it's a friend or something,
somebody trying to fuck with you.
No, I've never seen the guy before in my life. [sniffs]
Where are you a fugitive from exactly?
You know, I... I... I ain't got to tell you shit.
Buddy, I am just trying to help you.
Okay, yeah. [scoffs]
There is no one matching your description
listed as a fugitive.
[dramatic music]
What?
♪ ♪
Oh, you son of a bitch, Marius.
What?
♪ ♪
I got to get out of here.
Until I understand what's going on,
you're not going anywhere.
No, no.
I know my rights, okay?
Unless I'm under arrest
or you're gonna charge me with a crime,
you've got to let me go.
So come on, take the cuffs off. Come on.
♪ ♪
Okay, yeah.
♪ ♪
If anybody gets close,
just tell 'em it's toxic within five feet.
[clears throat]
[indistinct chatter, telephones ringing]
[Roby] Hey, I was about to call you.
Blood test come back?
No, but my afternoon became free,
so I came up to go through evidence again.
Just spent a half hour
going through the garbage from Winslow's car.
Found a piece of paper with some numbers scrawled on it.
- Phone number or... - Not enough digits.
An address?
39 27 15.
Mean anything to you?
No, I don't... [chuckles]
General Tso's chicken, shrimp fried rice,
and a hot and sour soup.
- Winslow's takeout order. - Ah.
- You cracked the case. - Wide open.
Uh, you know, I can understand
why you wanted to share this momentous moment with me.
Well, actually, um, it just made me hungry,
and you seem to be the guy who knows
where to eat around here, so...
Did you betray your friend?
[chuckles]
Ah, you'll say anything, won't ya?
If you don't want to talk about it...
You know I don't want to talk about it,
and yet you asked the question.
To what fucking end?
Three months looking for you,
Luka comes to me.
Says he doesn't trust Joe.
I say, "Joe's a little hotheaded,
but he's smart."
And Luka says, give him a heads-up if...
you know, Joe's thinking anything.
He'll pay me extra.
I told him, "Joe's cool.
Keep your money."
And a few days ago, he asks again.
I say, "Joe's a little antsy, but...
I can handle him."
And that's it.
That's all I said.
[cell phone ringing, buzzing]
- It's my father. - On speaker.
[cell phone beeps] - Hey, Dad.
[Otto] Where are you?
Uh... just running an errand.
In the, uh, state of Connecticut?
Yeah, Dad. [chuckles]
Can you come for dinner?
- Not tonight. - Tomorrow?
Dad, have you discussed this with Mom at all?
Look, I do not need to run everything by your mother.
Oh, you almost sound convincing when you said that.
[chuckles] Did I?
- Well, I was trying. - [chuckles] Yeah.
It's so good to have you back, pumpkin.
Best thing to happen
in 20 years.
For me, too, Dad.
I love you.
Love you, too, Mags.
Call you tomorrow.
[rock music playing over radio]
♪ ♪
You hadn't seen your family in 20 years?
Why?
I don't know anymore.
♪ ♪
Boom.
- You get it? - I got to pay for a new crown.
Cracked his tooth on a pistachio shell.
But, yeah, I got it.
According to the license plate...
[man] There you go, Sammy. - Thank you.
...hit man's son is Colin McCann.
Lives with his dad, the late David McCann,
at 2574 Beachwood.
♪ ♪
[box cutter tapping on buffalo]
- [grunts] [tent zipping open]
Don't... don't come in here!
You're inhaling the fumes!
You have to come out of the tent.
Let's go, now.
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm... I'm in the middle
of a very delicate procedure here,
and I...
[tent zips close]
[dramatic music]
Is there something you want to tell me?
What... what did she say to you?
I told her you're a con artist.
Oh, really? Really?
Okay, what else did she say?
She said you're trying to steal the buffalo.
Okay, does it look like I'm trying to steal the buffalo,
or does it look like I'm trying to save
a priceless piece of Americana?
Ask him if he has any credentials.
Of course I have ATA accreditation.
I... I... I don't have it on me, because it's all electronic now.
What are you doing here, Andrea?
My name's not Andrea.
[Marius] Can I talk to you for a second?
Can I just talk to you for one second over here?
No. No, no, I... I'm gonna...
I'm gonna talk to her in private,
you fucking stalker. Not you. I'm sorry.
Can I just talk to you for one second?
Look, I don't...
I... I don't know what her driver's license says,
but her name's Andrea Little,
and obviously we have a history.
Let's just say, though, I left her at the altar,
only the altar this time was the locked ward
at the Marienbad Psychiatric Facility
in Baden-Baden, Germany.
Oh, yeah. Two days before we were gonna tie the knot,
I found out she was clinically insane
and that everything she told me was a lie.
And ever since she got out,
she's been trying to systematically ruin my life.
- Gina... Gina... - Yes, mm-hmm.
Tell Suzanne how Crazy Andrea
has been trying to make our lives miserable.
I thought we weren't gonna use words like "crazy" anymore.
Okay, I know, I know. Look at my hand. I'm shaking.
- I know, baby. I'm sorry. - [clears throat]
She is better when she's under a physician's care,
but when she's not,
there have been times we've been afraid for our lives.
No, you need to... you need to call security
and take her someplace safe, and then I'll finish the buffalo.
She said I shouldn't believe anything you said.
Of course she did. Classic projection.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. - You know what? I'm gonna...
I... I'm gonna talk to her for one second.
We're gonna... I'm gonna get Dr. Zeltzer on the phone,
and then... then hopefully I'll finish the buffalo.
Okay, but...
Is it really a famous buffalo?
I don't know.
May I make a suggestion?
Yes, Kwahu.
Seeing as this is our slow season,
maybe there's another way to go at this.
I... you know, I was... I...
I talked to this homeless guy today.
[mumbles] And, uh...
[muffled] Mmm. Good.
- There we go, hmm? - Thanks.
And he seemed like such a smart guy, you know?
Sharp, sense of humor.
Could've been anything. Could've been a...
Here.
...a teacher or accountant.
Or a cop?
I was gonna say detective.
The point is, he was a really regular guy, you know,
and I cou... I couldn't help think, "What the...
what the hell happened," you know?
What went wrong for this guy?
Mmm. [munching]
Well...
yeah, I mean, if a guy like that...
if it can happen to him, then it could...
really happen to any of us.
Happen to you,
maybe even me.
Probably not you.
I think the road to hell is paved
with a million small bad choices.
People still think that if they can find
the one wrong decision that's responsible
for all their bad luck...
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- It just get cold out here? - No, it was...
Family business rival. The guy's a total dick.
♪ ♪
He's certainly punching above his weight class.
♪ ♪
So that's who it is.
♪ ♪
What?
Who Bowman's fucking. Some NYPD detective.
The guys at the station say they've been together all week.
Now he takes her out for what I guess for him
is a lavish meal.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
- God... - What the fuck was that about?
Yeah, well, I could ask you the same thing,
except I know what you were doing.
You were trying to steal the money.
Of course I was. That's our fucking job.
Yeah, well, you're trying to steal the money for yourself.
- No, I wasn't. - You said you were in New York.
- When we were on the phone! - Yeah.
I thought the FBI were listening.
Earlier, you said that's where you were going.
I told you I was trying to crew up.
I came here to suss it out. I saw an opportunity, I took it.
- I... I called you five times. - Oh, yeah, when?
- When? - A couple hours ago.
Okay, let me see your phone.
I... the fucking phone is in the car.
Listen, we still have a chance here.
We... we got to go. Come on.
I thought that you cared about the family,
about Julia.
I mean, maybe not me, but Carly?
What happens when Luka dissolves Carly in acid?
- Say what, now? - Yeah, he hasn't told you?
Luka is threatening to kill us all
if he doesn't get his money.
The people on the phone?
I thought all that "never get attached" talk was just a pose.
- That's cold. - Listen, the fam...
the family is not in danger.
I was gonna get the money and give it to Luka.
We can't give Luka the money.
What do you mean we can't give him the money?
We can't give him the money. We can't give him the money.
What do you... what do you mean?
Well, what about... what about your vision?
My vision changed the... the second I saw
- the acid hit that guy's face. - Someone's face?
- So now you have a new vision? - Yes.
- You have a new vision? - Yeah, but in this vision,
we get to keep the money.
[Frank] Hey! - Oh, God.
What the fuck is he doing here?
Uh, look, it was either bring him, or Julia dies, okay?
You were supposed to bring him outside.
- I... I tried, Frank. - Wow, hey.
Why don't we take a walk together, huh?
No, no, don't. You said that you wouldn't hurt him, Frank.
- I'm a bad guy. I lie. [Pete] Mom!
Hey, Ma.
Mmm.
[mumbles]
Hi.
Hi. Oh, my God, you look older.
[chuckles] You don't.
[exhales sharply]
Give me one second, okay?
Marius...
Pete, how you doing...
- [groans] [Maggie] Oh, my God!
That's for making me think I was a fugitive.
- Stop it! God! - Asshole.
- [gasps] [Gina] Who are you?
[breathing heavily]
Okay.
Listen...
listen, we all want the money, right?
[cell phone buzzes]
The fumigation con isn't dead yet,
so let's just go get the fucking money.
Kwahu says we have to go to the casino.
Who the fuck is Kwahu?
He... he... he's been watching the buffalo.
You think I was the only one? [chuckles]
Yeah, he's the one who told me what you were doing.
Not so smart now, huh, Marius?
Wait, did he say museum or casino?
He said casino.
- Wait. Where you going? - Wait!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[slot machine alarm wailing]
♪ ♪
All right, so the three of us are gonna be banned
from the casino.
You can't be seen with us. Wait over there. Go, go, go.
[slot machines beeping]
Suzanne.
Hey, I'm sorry about that. Uh... uh...
Andrea's calmed down. Sorry about that.
I'm gonna have to ask the three of you to leave.
Right, but, you know, we were in the middle
of the... the fumigation.
The buffalo really should be secluded
because of the toxicity.
Don't make me get security.
Oh, is that how it's gonna be? Really?
Okay, so, when... when the buffalo's corpuscles
explode all over the place,
that's gonna be on you, literally.
Come on, Gina. Come on, Andrea.
But my name is not...
[slot machines beeping]
♪ ♪
It's in the middle of a casino,
surrounded by 24-hour security.
How do we get to it now?
If David Copperfield can make the Statue of Liberty disappear,
we can vanish a buffalo from a casino.
♪ ♪ anish a buffalo from a casino.