(clock ticking)
TEX: Man's got to take care
of his body if the mind's
gonna do its work.
(grunts)
Yep, well, we'll figure something out.
MARIUS: You think?
Oh, it's not my fault.
Yes, it is.
Well, I didn't know Chuck was gonna do all this.
Look, I'll go to him.
I'll do what it takes to get Julia back.
It's gonna take $1 million, do you have $1 million?
I don't think you have $1 million,
I don't even think you have five dollars.
Look, I've been in tough spots before.
Don't you worry. You know.
I'll come out swinging. (chuckles)
-In 72 hours? -People know who I am.
The, the bank was threatening
to foreclose on my dealership
and Lila said that Chuck had
bags of money just lying around.
Because they're drug smugglers.
I have to go.
DOTTI: What do you mean, "foreclose"?
Uh, nothing, there-there-there's just a cash flow problem.
-That's all. Yeah. -Is he lying?
I don't have time for this.
Please tell me.
You're broke.
The bank owns everything; the dealership, the house.
You have nothing.
♪ ♪
WOMEN (chanting): Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,
Chloe, Chloe, Chloe, Chloe
-Chloe, Chloe, Chloe... -(whooping, laughter)
(chanting continues)
WOMAN: Chloe, Chloe, Chloe.
-Chloe, hey, girl. -Excuse me.
-(whooping, laughter)
Is your-is your name Chloe?
Yes. (giggles)
Well, I have a message from Jason.
What?
(laughs)
MARIUS: You're gonna love this.
Jason's so excited for you.
(women whooping, laughing)
Here it is, here we go.
Watch your step.
Watch your step-- Wow, there's a lot of you.
Here we go, I like your necklace.
-(women whooping, laughing) -It's the fourth boat
on the right, help yourselves
to whatever you want; the captain will be
-with with you shortly. -Oh, my God.
Have fun.
-What's going on here? -I don't know.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Guys, guys, what are you doing? -Uh, excuse me.
Um, this isn't your boat. You guys...
WOMAN: I'm the bride.
(chanting): Booze! Booze! Booze! Booze!
-Booze! Booze! Booze! -Let's go. My God. Get off the boat.
Booze! Booze! Booze! Booze!
Booze! Booze! Booze!
So predictable.
What are you doing here?
CHUCK: She's with me.
I got myself a new partner.
("Harder Out Here" by The Bright Light Social Hour playing)
♪ It's gettin' harder out here ♪
♪ I keep tryin' to just make my way ♪
♪ It's not lyin' ♪
♪ I'm only tryin' ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me. ♪
You got balls, bro.
Trying to steal from me
and then turning around to pay me for Julia
with my own money.
(chuckles): Wow.
When Lizzie showed up at my place last night,
I thought she was trying to sell me swampland.
But then you go and do everything she said
exactly as she predicted.
LIZZIE: You only had so many options.
The bachelorette party was a nice touch.
Well, you use what you have on hand.
CHUCK: The question is,
what now?
I mean, there has to be a penalty.
Normally I would just take you ten miles out,
I would throw you overboard, and I'd watch you drown.
But I told him he's never gonna get
his million dollars that way.
Well, thank you.
CHUCK: She also told me
that I could make two million.
That you have some kind of, uh...
a con going involving a stolen painting.
Well, I did, but Julia's my inside man,
and I can't finish it without Julia.
But that's not true.
-Yes, it is. -You were gonna take Kilbane for $4 million,
so now you're gonna steal that money and bring it to us.
Fifty-fifty split.
I don't know how you trust this person
when you just met them last night.
That's bad strategic planning.
I got to say, uh...
she's done all right by me so far.
Yeah, but as soon as you're not looking, bro,
she's gonna stab you in the back.
LIZZIE: No, but that's your move.
I treated you like a professional,
and you wasted my time.
CHUCK: Look, I-I don't really care who did what to who.
I just want my two million,
or Julia dies.
MARIUS: Well, I can't get the money
without the job,
and in order to do the job, I need Julia.
Or you use what you have on hand.
-You can do it. -CHUCK: You, uh...
You know what's gonna happen now, right?
What? No.
Oh, God. For Christ's sake.
You don't have to stay for this.
-Come here. -Just, um...
don't hurt his face or his hands.
He needs those for work.
-(door slides open) -You heard the lady, fellas.
(grunts)
(strained): Thank you.
CHUCK: Look, I am not an unreasonable guy.
There has to be some sort of consequence, right?
Why is this so important to you?
Huh?
Why would you...?
Julia's a stranger to you.
What did Lila do to you that was so bad?
Lila stole from me.
She broke your heart.
(laughing)
(chuckles)
Lila played me.
She drew me out,
and then she mirrored it back to me
so that I would hear exactly what I wanted to hear.
She worked me,
just like you're working that family.
Yeah.
Lizzie, she told me about that.
And if I was them,
ooh, God.
I would cut off your fucking arms,
and I would beat you to death with them.
(panting)
-(door slides open) -No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
No. (grunts)
Well, it wasn't a heart attack.
But it could have been a cardiac event,
and that's why these tests are so important.
Well, how long do I have to stay?
Depends on what we find. Hopefully by tomorrow.
-Tomorrow? -Uh, yeah, thank you. Thank you, Doctor.
-Thank you very much. -AUDREY: I...
Oh, wait a... No, no.
Just... you just stay right where you are
until they find out what made you collapse.
-I will make you if I have to. -TAYLOR: Grandma,
you're no help to Julia if you're sick.
I'm not sick.
Just probably ate something bad.
Okay, then the tests will come out clean.
Something made your blood pressure spike
and your blood sugar drop,
and they suspect that you're not taking
the statins that you were prescribed.
You don't even know what you're talking about.
I had a stroke. I learned stuff.
-What are the police saying? -We haven't talked to them.
We don't know who we can trust right now.
So what do we have to go on?
We have Sean.
AUDREY: Oh...
Sean. How is he?
He's unconscious.
(sighs)
He's a little weasel, but I didn't wish that on him.
This is all my fault.
Carly, this is not about you right now.
Right. Of course.
Why would it be? Because it's never about me.
-Cool, thanks, guys. -Carly. I mean...
OTTO: Carly, come back here.
Well, now it's about you.
Leave her be.
She's 17 years old,
and this has been a shitty week.
She's entitled.
(line ringing)
DOUG (over phone): Yo!
Doug, it's Misha. How you doing, buddy?
Misha! How you doing, compadre?
Are you, uh, are you on t-the West Coast
for the Laguna WineFest?
Oh, you know I am.
I never miss this event, baby.
Yeah? Hey, listen,
I got a-I got a proposition for you.
I have a liquidity problem, and, uh,
I need to get my hands on-on $75,000 as soon as possible.
-I'm listening. -Well, I was wondering
if you might be interested in-in two bottles
of that '29 DRC you were eying back on the East Coast.
(laughs) That's a heck of a deal, baby.
That's 130, $140,000 worth
of very fine wine right there.
Yeah, well, I got a, you know, I got a deadline.
I'll tell you what.
You make it three bottles for 75 grand,
you could have your money tomorrow.
You got three bottles.
You get the cash, and I'll-and I'll be in touch.
-All right, buddy? Thank you. -Ha!
(dialing)
Okay.
(line ringing)
Taylor.
Pete. Where are you?
-Hey, are you alone right now? -Yeah. I'm in the hallway.
-Go. -Listen...
I know who has Julia.
He's demanding $4 million
in ransom, or he's gonna kill her.
Does this have anything to do with you and Lizzie?
Hmm?
'Cause if it does, I swear to God I'm gonna fucking end you.
No. This has to do with the money
that Tex and Lila stole from him
-a couple years ago. -Where is he?
-That's not important. -Tell me!
Listen to me. This is not something
where you barge in there like fuckin' Rambo, all right?
This guy's no joke.
Agreed.
But we don't have $4 million.
I know, I know. But I might have a way to get it.
I need you to do something for me.
He wants us to get three bottles of really expensive wine
from this mansion that I guess you and Grandma went to.
-Yeah. -Well, he gave me instructions
on how to break into the wine cellar.
He said we could be in and out in ten minutes.
Wait, okay, so he wants us to break in and steal
-some rich guy's wine? -Not... not exactly steal.
I guess the whole thing is tied up
in some insurance investigation that Julia and-and...
and him are doing out here?
He told me about that.
Yeah. Even if it's not exactly kosher,
who gives a shit? We're talking about Julia.
Yeah, but I'm saying this wine is worth $4 million.
No, the-the-the wine...
uh, gives him cash.
The cash gives him access to the $4 million. Right?
How?
I don't know. Maybe I could just have him
type it all up and tweet it out.
Okay, very funny. That's hysterical.
All right, calm down. Why don't we just grab
this guy, beat the shit out of him and take Julia back?
Oh, my God.
Grandpa, this guy is dangerous, okay?
Wait, also, where the fuck has Pete been?
-I mean, is he coming later? -I don't know.
Later? Yeah, later. I don't know.
I don't know, he had something to do.
-Your grandma is gonna go ape. -Yeah,
that's why no one's gonna tell her.
CARLY: We have to tell her.
No, we're not lying to Grandma. Lies are what caused
-all this shit to begin with. -TAYLOR: Nobody's lying.
Not telling her is not the same thing as lying.
Look, if she finds out about this, she will not stay.
Can't tell her. And you have got to stay here
and make sure that she follows doctor's orders
and stays in that bed.
Carly?
(sighs) Okay. Yeah.
OTTO: Coast is clear. Let's go.
TAYLOR: Ow! Goddamn, this thing has thorns.
I think that's a mulberry bush. They don't have thorns.
Well, it's very scratchy.
OTTO: Ah.
Oh! Ow!
-You all right? -Yeah.
(groaning): Oh, fuck...
OTTO: Come on.
-Come on, come on, come on. -(gate rattling)
Jesus.
-Draw blood? -I don't think so.
Yeah, well, maybe you're just sensitive.
-Some people are sensitive. -Well...
♪ ♪
(Taylor groans softly)
All right.
Grandpa...
I'm gonna need you to step back,
'cause glass might go flying here.
Or we could do that.
TAYLOR: Cellar must be this way.
Holy shit.
I agree.
We've got our work cut out for us.
We are looking for something called
Domaine la Romanée-Conti.
Romanée-Conti, huh?
-1929. -Red or white?
Red.
Bubbles?
Or no bubbles?
-Red. -It's probably sequenced
alphabetically, some shit like that.
Well, you look over there, I'll look over here.
What'd you say to him?
Nothing that matters.
Just reminded him of my commitment.
He's a con artist.
Information's currency.
Did he want to hear your life story?
Was he a good listener?
'Cause every word that's coming out of your mouth
is money in the bank for him.
Yeah. Just like it is for you right now.
Did I hurt your feelings?
You anticipated every move he'd make this morning,
-which is pretty impressive. -Thank you.
But totally corrupt.
How do I know this isn't just another con?
That you two aren't... working together?
I guess you don't.
Part of me thinks maybe I should just...
take my losses and feed you both to the pigs.
Listen, I just want my money and I want to leave.
I don't plan on seeing him, or you, ever again.
Why?
I trusted him, yet again.
That fucking bugs me.
Because that makes me stupid...
for believing he changed.
He hadn't.
♪ ♪
LIZZIE: Three years ago, in Michigan,
we were running a con.
A card game on a big fish I brought in from Chicago.
It was easy money, and a lot of it.
Marius saw that our new guy, a local,
was clumsy dealing from the bottom of the deck.
I saw it, too.
Our mark was suspicious.
He thought we were blown.
I thought I could smooth things over.
He walked out on me.
(grunting)
-(grunts) -♪ ♪
(screaming): Marius!
I lost four pints of blood.
Nearly lost my leg.
And yet you still jumped right back into bed with him.
Find anything?
We really got to get the hell out of here.
Just art.
Some kind of ocean painting.
Well, that figures.
-Look at this. -What?
Well, this guy must like to sit here and have a few
while he-he spies on everybody in his own house.
Huh.
Hey.
Security guard's going somewhere.
That's good. It'll give us more time.
(keypad beeping)
(lock clicks)
Oh, shit.
What's going on? Taylor, what's going on here?
He's setting the alarm.
-Fuck! -(beeping)
We're locked in.
(grunts, groans)
Well... we got to call someone.
Call, uh, Carly. Pete.
There's no signal.
(quietly): Fuck.
Maybe he's got a secret back entrance.
He's a rich guy, not Batman.
I already checked those.
Well, all right.
You come up with an idea.
I don't know. We could...
What if we start a fire?
Set off all the sprinklers.
And if we don't die of smoke inhalation,
the fire department turns us over to the cops?
You said come up with an idea.
I'm coming up with an idea.
Well, I just meant a good one.
What was the year of that wine again?
1929.
Well, here's an '82.
What if this guy doesn't come back?
-Wouldn't that be just our luck? -Mm.
Well, we won't go thirsty.
I'm serious.
It's like our family was born under a bad sign.
What do you mean?
Grandma killed a fucking cop.
-I slept with your mistress. -Hey, hey, hey.
-Julia got fucking kidnapped! -Hey! That's not--
That is not being born under a bad sign.
Right?
Just think about all the stuff
that could've happened to you and didn't.
You don't know what's gonna happen next.
You fight!
That's how you get through the shitty times!
(engine shuts off)
If you're looking for Ma or Granddad, they ain't home.
I don't care about Tex.
Where's your mother?
I don't know.
You need to work on that poker face.
(crow cawing in distance)
Where is he?
(sniffs) At the dealership, I expect,
stealing people's savings,
like he's done for 60 years.
Well, who are we to judge?
(chuckles)
Son of a bitch.
(chuckles, sniffs)
Dotti.
(exhales)
You know where Lila is,
don't you?
(sniffs) I can't help you.
We're talking about Julia's life.
(exhales)
She can help us with Chuck.
I just need an address.
No. (sniffs)
No.
No, I am not being responsible for you guys anymore.
-Please? -Get out of my fucking way.
You know, men like you have been in my way my whole life.
I'm done with that.
Everybody's shipping out.
Where you going?
It's a big country, man.
See where it takes me.
What's that?
Address in Venice.
How do you know about this?
Amazon.
Mom sends Lila a Christmas present every year.
I buy shit on her account.
She never notices.
This guy Pete's investigating,
he's Boston, right?
I don't know.
That's what Pete said.
This guy's Boston,
he's gotta like ball.
Let's see.
Ted Williams.
3-4-4.
Batting average.
Um...
5-2-1.
Career homers.
Jesus. 521.
Come on.
-Oh, balls. -(Taylor humming)
(humming continues)
"Grace."
What?
♪ Oh, Grace, just hold me ♪
♪ In your arms ♪
♪ And let ♪
♪ This moment linger ♪
♪ There won't be time to share our love ♪
♪ For we must say good-bye. ♪
When Julia and I used to stay over,
when Mom and Dad had their issues,
you used to sing that to us
to get us to go to sleep, didn't you?
It was our lullaby.
(Otto scoffs)
And now you're the dipshit
that's got us locked in a wine cellar.
-Me? -Mm-hmm.
I'm the dipshit?
Uh-huh. Let's have a drink.
(man speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
(sighs) Grandpa and Taylor should be here by now.
Uh, do you want me to turn on the TV?
Um...
Oh, I could try to get us a deck of cards.
I don't feel like cards.
Oh, Grandma, you're not supposed to be using that.
It interferes with the, uh, equipment.
Yeah, that sign's ten years old.
No one believes it anyway.
Voice mail.
This is real jail time in California.
Breaking and entering.
It's probably better.
Cops will get involved.
Julia will have a better chance with them
than anything we could do.
This is not exactly the A-Team here.
(exhales)
What are those bottles there?
Huh?
Those-those bottles.
Up there.
(scoffs)
(Taylor laughing)
Ha!
(both laughing)
-Mmm. -(Otto laughs)
-OTTO: Easy. -(both laugh)
-CARLY: And there's only a... -Hey.
Pete.
Where have you been?
Are Grandpa and Taylor back?
No, not... not yet.
I need you two to come with me.
No, she can't leave.
I can. I'm just not supposed to.
I have an address for Lila.
I'll get my clothes.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Reed to Cardiology.
(Otto singing in distance)
♪ Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms ♪
♪ And let this moment linger... ♪
(indistinct chatter)
TAYLOR: Shh.
OTTO: ♪ Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and... ♪
TAYLOR: We just drank a bottle of $75,000 wine.
(Otto mutters, laughs)
(Otto mutters)
-OTTO: Where's the other one? -TAYLOR: Okay.
♪ They'll take me out at dawn ♪
♪ And I will die ♪
-(beeping) -Three, four, four.
-Five, two, one. -♪ With all my love... ♪
(beeps, clicks)
-Keep singing. -♪ With all my love ♪
♪ I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger... ♪
What the hell is going on?
♪ There won't be time to share our love ♪
-Who are you? -♪ For we must say... ♪
I'm calling the police. Aah!
-(thudding) -Good-bye. -Grab the wine.
-Come on, let's go. -Good one.
-(panting) -(Taylor mutters)
Grandpa, where's the wine?
-(panting) -Where's the wine?!
-(laughing) -(bottles softly clinking)
You son of a bitch.
(children shouting in distance)
(dog barking in distance)
I don't know what this is gonna be.
(whistling a melody)
(whistling continues)
(whistling)
(door creaks shut)
Mom?
(sighs)
AUDREY: Maggie.
What are you doing here?
Where's-where's my mom?
(sighs)
We came all... this way for this?
For you?
How did you find out?
You...
were pretending...
to be... Lila?
CARLY: You were
pretending to be my mom?
(sighs)
Your mother was a very special person.
Look, I loved Lila with all my heart.
I knew my mom didn't leave me,
because she was a good person.
She was.
She was a great person.
I needed help. I...
Uh... she was helping me.
I-I was in a bad place.
I don't care.
I needed to know the truth
so that I could move on with my life.
And now I've got it.
MARIUS: Maggie,
Chuck is holding Julia,
and he's demanding... $4 million.
Because of the money you stole.
I never took a penny from Chuck.
AUDREY: And you're never
done lying.
MARIUS: All right, hold on.
-Maggie... -MAGGIE: What? Wait.
What does any of this matter to you?
I'm just trying to... Maggie, I'm trying to do the right thing
for our family.
(quietly): I can't.
I can't go back there. I can't help you.
MARIUS: You know this man.
We need your help.
(sighs)
Would you excuse me a moment?
(phone ringing)
MARIUS: Hey.
Where the fuck are you?
Hospital's freaking out.
They said somebody busted Grandma out.
Well, it wasn't exactly Sing-Sing over there.
(sighs)
I'm in Venice.
Venice?
Yeah, the address is 334 Palmer.
(line clicks off)
(horn honks in distance)
Oh, what's going on?
We're going to Venice.
Good. Italy?
Where is she?
Back there.
She's already gone.
(door squeaks open)
Who's that?
I'm hoping he's the secret
Chuck doesn't want us to know about.
(waves crashing)
Maggie.
Makes you wonder who-who you can trust.
What about you, Pete?
What?
Feel like I barely know you.
I know how to rescue Julia.
(waves crashing)
How?
It's not exactly honest, but if it's a question
between being honest...
and saving her...
There'll be consequences.
Th-There's a lot of people and things involved.
Chuck is dangerous.
The most important thing
is that you trust me.
All of you.
(waves crashing) me.