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Here's what I don't get.

We paid you to put this
stuff inside the house.

It's of no use to me out here.

Like I said before, sir, we
weren't contracted to move

- anyone else's furniture out.
- Right, "contracted."

In the history of moving,

have you ever been contracted to
drop someone's shit on the front yard?

- Marty.
- Work with me.

They forgot the toy chest.

The what?

Charlotte's toy chest.
The one I made her.

How is that a priority? Okay?

Sir! I want you to give me one example.

I want you to tell me one
example of someone who said,

"We'd like you to take
everything that we own

and dump it on our front lawn.

Make sure you don't put anything
on the inside of the house."

Give me one example of
that, and I'll drop it.

Right. Can't do it. It's never happened.

Ma'am, there's a number on the receipt.

- You can file a claim.
- Thank you. I will.

- That's it, you're just gonna leave now?
- Yep.

- Dick.
- Great.

- We'll move it in ourselves, I guess.
- Do you...

Supposed to be in the
fucking service business!

Just calm down.

- Why should I calm down?
- Because you're gonna scare the kids.

At least I didn't tell them

that their father launders
money for a drug cartel.

Okay, you wanna get into
this right here, right now?

Marty! Wendy!

All right, well...

Everybody grab a box. Let's go.

Okay, kids, if you're not gonna help,

let's just go over what you're gonna say

when somebody asks you why you're here.

- How about that?
- Charlotte, come over here, please.

Pretty comfortable in my driveway bed.

- Charlotte.
- Over here right now, please.

This is important.

What do you say when somebody
asks what you're doing here?

We bought a resort called the Blue Cat.

That's exactly right. We bought
a resort called the Blue Cat.

And while I'm there today doing my job,

your job is to get your
boxes up into your rooms.

- Okay?
- What's Wendy's job?

Getting groceries.

If you don't like your jobs,
you're free to go find a real job

and help out the family.

- How long are we here?
- Is your cartel after us?

It is not my cartel, and
no one is after us, pal.

Uh, hopefully, we're
only here a few months.

Why did you tell us the
real reason we're here?

- Because you're too smart for bullshit.
- Please don't pander.

I'm not pandering.

You both have a right to know
why your lives were uprooted,

and the more you know,
the safer you'll be.

Is it? Or is it 'cause you
wanted us to turn on Marty here?

You know, I found bus fares.

Caitlin said I could live with them...

- That's never gonna happen.
- No, ma'am.

Her mother drinks every day.

But you are laundering money.

I'm... I'm helping people, uh,
get their money back into the bank

so they can pay their taxes.

I got a job interview.

- What? How?
- Technology.

- I'll give you a ride.
- No, thanks, I can Uber.

Wendy, you know, you can borrow
the minivan for the groceries,

and I can use Buddy's car out back.

- Do either of you want anything?
- Yeah.

Maybe you could pick up
some pistachio ice cream?

Organic, please?

Oh, shit. There's no Uber.

I'm happy to give you a ride

when I'm done with my
day, if you can wait.

Now, listen...

I know this is a bad situation.

I get it. But we're
all in this together.

We're gonna suck it up.
Whining's not gonna help.

That's your pep talk?

That's my pep talk. Also, grab a box.

You gotta be kidding me.

If I was kidding, I would've
said you're witty and handsome.

You can't do that!

- Watch me.
- What the fuck?

- Russ!
- Now, Ruth, we were all involved.

We should at least get
our cut. It's just fair.

You spent $900 on Jack
Daniel's and fireworks.

And for the record, life's not fair.

You'll be thanking me
when I parlay that coin

into a better roof over our heads.

You're missing the big picture.

She's not missing the big picture, Pops.

She just doesn't wanna waste it.

Mm.

Come July 3rd,

every tourist on that lake's

gonna be too drunk or lazy
to leave their Grady-White.

Black Cats and bottle
rockets fetch double.

Lady Fingers and
inch-and-a-halfers go times three.

And the Jack?

Predilection for sour mash
doesn't make a man stupid.

Doesn't inspire confidence either.

Point taken.

Hmm.

You know, you're not your daddy.

That's right.

And if Daddy were here,

he would have hung you out
by your ball sack already.

You want me to tell him
that you're disrespecting me?

Didn't think so.

Keep it shut about Byrdeman's eight mil.

You don't wanna be fighting
the whole town for it.

All she ever says, "I'm telling Daddy."

- You brought him up.
- Well, fuck that.

How long we gotta feel
bad about what he did?

Don't start with that again.

- I'm just saying...
- I know, I know.

"There's gotta be a statute of
limitations about this shit."

You're damn right there does.

Fuck me.

There you go.

Good mornin'.

Hey. The, uh, gas tanks are filled.

- That's a waste.
- Why's that?

Simple economics. All supply, no demand.

I'll worry about that. It's
a good song. Did you pick it?

It's a Tuck specialty.

There are easier ways
to take over a business

than getting punched in the face.

Well, that should tell you
something, shouldn't it?

That you're a lousy fighter?

That and, uh, I'm willing to
do whatever it takes. Okay?

Long as it's in pleated pants.

Uh, listen, we need to
increase traffic. Um...

what do we have that
no other place does?

Uh, an investor that knows
absolutely nothing about the Ozarks.

- And the cheapest gas.
- We don't have the cheapest gas.

We do now, and it's our siren song.

All the guests at the high-end
resorts, they get ferried around.

So that's not our bread and
butter. What we're after...

are the families with
the credit card debt.

Every one of our competitors,

they raise their gas
prices during the summer.

It's the logical thing to do, yeah?

We lower ours.

And as we start to steal their traffic,

maybe they lower theirs,
too, to keep pace.

What do we do? We lower ours again,

and we offer a burger and a beer
for five bucks with every fill-up.

We buy the burgers at bulk
so we're still in profit.

Saturdays, the busiest
day of the week...

while everyone's scrambling,

we raise our price ten cents while
still keeping the burger deal.

Sunday, we start the
cycle all over again.

Control the market. Yeah?
You win, I win, they win.

Are you high?

No.

Your eyes, you look high.

Oh.

I didn't sleep last night.

Well, maybe listen to one
of your business lectures.

That might do the trick.

Burgers really five
dollars with a fill-up?

Yes, sir.

Uh, what'll you have to drink?

Mm, Bud is fine.

Hmm. You guys doing
some work on the place?

That's the word.

Thanks.

♪ When the leaves are fallin' ♪

♪ In the cold November ♪

Hey, Tuck? There are
other songs in there, pal.

Please? Different
number, different letter.

You owe me a job.

- What?
- Am I speaking Greek?

- You owe me a fucking job.
- How do you figure that?

It's not tough. You got
me fired from the last one.

You got yourself fired...

when you stole from our room under
the guise of diligent service.

Goodbye.

I'm not leaving without gainful
motherfucking employment.

Why don't you use the 20
grand that you took from me?

That should supplement your welfare.

- I'm not a welfare bum.
- No?

There's a million other
places you could probably work.

Not right before season. All staffed up.

My daughter got an interview
in under three minutes.

I doubt she got a rap sheet like mine.

Boy, you say that with such pride.

Listen, Martin... wouldn't you
agree that it's always a good idea

to keep your friends close
and your enemies closer?

Hey, you told your uncles to
kill me. Do you remember that?

- You're here, aren't you?
- That's right, I am.

Isn't it better having
someone working under you

who knows all your dirty little deeds?

I mean, if I were in your shoes,

I'd sure as shit rather
have someone like me nearby,

instead of running my mouth
to every Tom, Dick and Harry

about the eight million
cash you're swimming in.

Someone could get ideas.

Wanna take a little wade
in that big pool of yours.

And then when it's over,
when it's all said and done...

you'll find all your money's gone...

and you're at the bottom, with
an anchor tied around your torso.

In theory.

Follow me.

- What are we doing?
- Deposit this.

- What? Why?
- Just do it.

- Okay. Good.
- Good what?

You, Ruth Langmore, just
committed an overt act.

Wh-What the fuck's that?

See this camera? It sees you.

And it saw you just make that deposit.

Now if I'm ever arrested for
anything having to do with that money,

the fact that you just
made that deposit for me,

the feds consider that an overt act.

Makes you an accomplice.

Simply put, if I ever
go to prison, so do you.

Does that mean that I'm hired?

You wanna wash dishes for
minimum wage, you can be my guest.

And now, in local news,

a man from Osage Beach was hurt in
a boating accident late last night

near mile marker four
off the Gravois Arm.

According to the State Highway Patrol,

Henry Bullock sustained several injuries

when his boat struck a commercial dock.

Mr. Bullock was transported by
ambulance to Lake Regional Hospital,

where he has been pronounced stable.

The boat was severely damaged as well.

And now to sports, where
the St. Louis Cardinals

look to extend their
three-game winning streak

as they begin a...

I will say, "I will stand up for God!"

Fucking kill myself.

I know you're pissed off at your mother,

but she still could've given you a ride.

Don't worry, I am just as pissed at you.

- But what Wendy did was wrong.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm Dad, she's Mom.

The first name business stops
right now. That understood?

- And I want you to go easy on her.
- Why are you defending her?

I'm sure you could tell us stuff.

I mean, bad things she's done
that would poison us on her.

- Am I right?
- Uh, Charlotte...

you're gonna be late.

Hurry up. Get in there.

This all sounds good.

So, would you consider
yourself a self-starter?

Yeah, definitely a self-starter, sure.

And I'd say I have
leadership qualities, as well,

but not to the point where
I'd undermine the boss,

or suck the air out of the room.

- Well, thank you.
- Yeah.

Could you start this weekend?

Uh, could you excuse
me for a moment, please?

Oh, dude.

On three, pop shove, right now.

Hey!

You just got hit by a girl!

- Did I just see what I think I saw?
- Yep.

Good shot.

You watching porn?

No.

Just kidding.

Uh, you have any questions
about this morning?

- No, I'm good.
- You sure?

Okay. You know, if... if
you do, you can just ask.

Yeah?

Okay.

Charlotte won't even
call us Mom and Dad.

I've never hated the
sound of my own name more.

You should've seen her when I told
her I couldn't get that ice cream.

It was like Medusa. I
almost turned to stone.

Most kids wish that their
biggest worry was ice cream.

But this isn't their biggest worry.

Wendy, I'm on it, okay?
It's our worry, not theirs.

No, it's all of our worry.

You know this could
mess them up for life.

I just spoke to Jonah,
and... and he's fine.

Besides, a little adversity
isn't... is not so terrible.

- Adversity?
- Yeah.

Did either of us grow
up with any advantages?

Okay, this is not like being
picked last for dodgeball,

- or failing a class.
- I'm not saying that.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Marty. You
can't just rationalize this away.

I know what you think of me
right now, and that's fine.

But I love my kids, and I'm
not gonna fucking lose them.

Oh, come on. Where are you going?

I've got shit to figure out, Wendy.

The Blue Cat alone is not gonna cut it.

Yo.

What's up, ladies?

Fuck happened to you?

- Nothing.
- Chick beat his ass.

Eat a dick, Three.

It was that, uh, Byrde girl.

You just gonna let that little
piece get away with that?

No, Boyd.

You know I don't
advocate hitting a woman.

Somebody needs to toughen him up.
Go on, get up. Hit me. Right here.

- Step off, Boyd.
- Come on, hit me in the face.

Just... What's that, uh, movie?
Fuck. Robert De Niro and the other...

- Step off.
- Raging Bull.

Yeah, Raging Bull. That's it.
Come on, up. Stand up and hit me...

I'm asking you, step away from my boy!

- Fuck you, man!
- All right, man. Chill out. We're cool.

Chill out.

What is it this time?

- Who fucking knows?
- Is Three fighting, too?

Nah, he's fine. He's
basically passed out.

Hmm.

What you reading?

You love that guy, huh?

Yeah, except this one's non-fiction.

It's about when he
had to write the movie

for Moby-Dick for
some hot-shit director.

Got no fucking rest. Almost killed him.

You know what I read?

My phone.

Texts.

That's fucking it.

- Hey, I was thinking.
- Yeah?

Maybe, uh... after you, like, invest
some of that money or whatever,

I could maybe... borrow
some to go someplace?

Like a vacation? Florida
or some shit like that?

- Sure.
- Yeah.

Or for good, maybe.

Well, where are you gonna go?

I don't know.

Well...

Here's what I'll tell you...

we're gonna get a lot
more than 20 grand soon.

Okay?

You know, Wyatt...

in our world, it's... it's good
to be one of the smart ones.

Remember that.

Okay?

...this season for
the tri-county region.

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for boats and recreational vehicles.

So make those reservations soon.

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Goddamn it.

What is it?

Fuck. Nothing.

Get some sleep?

Uh, no, but I feel fine.

What is that? Do you hear that?

Jesus. Fuck.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Oh.

Oh! Oh, my God. Oh, my
God. That's disgusting.

What, you didn't... you didn't
hear vultures in our backyard?

No. No.

- I wanna know how this got here.
- Maybe coyotes?

Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.

Someone would've had to...
drag it and then leave it.

I'll see if the old
man's got a wheelbarrow.

- Morning.
- Mr. Byrde?

Yeah.

Trevor Evans, FBI.

Oh.

- Have a second?
- How's it going?

- All right.
- Sure. Absolutely. What can I do for you?

We're looking into the disappearance
of your partner, Bruce Liddell.

The disappearance? What do you mean?

Exactly what I said.

Neither he nor his fiancée have
been heard from in almost a week.

Oh, God.

When's the last time you two spoke?

Um... uh...

Tuesday? Last Tuesday, I think.

- What time?
- Uh, I'm not sure.

Disappeared, huh?

Our records indicate he called
you that night at, uh, 11:47 p.m.

- Yeah, that sounds right.
- That right?

Yeah, could be.

You spoke for a minute and 12 seconds.

What'd you talk about?

- Well, we didn't.
- You didn't?

No, he left a message. Uh...

He, um, he... Uh, he said a lot.

He was rambling a bit.
You know, maybe drunk.

Uh, I'd called him earlier in the day,

and I... I'd told him that... that I...

I wanted to dissolve the partnership.

- Uh, so maybe that's...
- Why'd you dissolve the partnership?

I, you know, I thought that...

that he was maybe
doing something illegal.

I don't know.

And why did you think that?

'Cause he was... He just
started acting different.

He was nervous about
something, definitely, and...

I caught him making a
couple of calls in Spanish.

- Do you know Spanish?
- I don't.

Uno, dos, tres. That's it. And
I had no idea that he did, yeah.

So I asked him about it,
and... and he was evasive.

That's what set off the, uh...

the... the alarms. You know, and...

Hey, hermit crab.

This is so fucked, isn't it?

Well, Dad's a drug dealer.

If he's a dealer, then I'm
a user 'cause I take Advil.

Watch.

Those are Dad's coworkers.

Just stick with porn. Seriously.

When you think about it, it's
always been, uh, a little bit off.

- You know.
- Here you go, honey.

- Oh. Thanks.
- Hello.

Trevor Evans, FBI.

- FBI? What's going on?
- Yeah.

We believe your husband's
partner was murdered.

- Murdered? Hang on.
- Oh, my God.

You said "disappeared." What
makes you think he was murdered?

How'd Bruce take it when you
dissolved the partnership?

Uh, he didn't take it
well, like I told you.

So... that's why you emptied your
bank accounts and left Chicago?

No, sir. I have a business opportunity
here. What are you implying?

I think the two of you should know
that Bruce was working with us...

as an informant against them.

What?

Who's "them"?

Come on, Wendy. You know.

Know what?

Let's all stop playing
this game, shall we?

It's gotta be exhausting, right?

The lying, the running.

Aren't you both tired?

These people are murderers.

They skin people alive...

or they... they hang them
from bridges to make a point,

or if... if they want someone to just...

disappear... they dissolve
their bodies in acid.

We all know the cartel killed Bruce.

Who's next? You?

Your kids?

You need to tell us
what we want to know.

I don't know anything about
Bruce's involvement with any cartel.

We can get you in witness protection.

Keep you safe.

We had an opportunity,

and... and we made a choice
to move our family to...

to a more peaceful place.

Did you have any idea
he was working for them?

What do you think?

I'm so sorry.

I gotta get the rest of
this shit off the yard.

You okay?

I'm getting used to betrayal.

- What are you doing here?
- Working.

- What's it look like?
- I didn't hire you.

Take it up with Marty.

Would you look at that?

Shit's so clean you
can eat right off it.

I don't hire criminals.

Well, all I've seen is a hard worker.

2009, a series of off-season
break-ins in Osage Beach. Langmores.

2012, a chop shop in Camdenton
doing 15 cars a week. Langmores.

- Should I... Should I continue?
- No, I'm sensing a trend.

Okay, good. 'Cause I haven't even
gotten to the aggravated assaults yet.

Uh, look, she doesn't work for
the Blue Cat. She works for me.

Well, maybe you wanna
talk to me next time.

People deserve a second
chance, just like businesses.

If she steals so much
as a fork, she is gone.

That there what you meant
about another revenue stream?

Pumping gas on a dock?

Can't say as it makes me wish
I'd gone to business school.

How can I help you?

Don't tell me you don't recognize me.

You were all up in my titty bar,

all full of ideas on how I
should go about my business.

What was it that you called
yourself, again? A silent partner?

Secret Santa? It was...
some kind of investor.

- Angel investor.
- Angel, that's right.

You're funny.

Fill her up, son.

I... I was told, over the phone,

that you had organic
pistachio ice cream.

Okay.

Yeah. So now that I'm
here, all-all I see is mint.

Please tell me you
have some in the back.

- Um, no, ma'am. We don't.
- What do... What do you mean, no?

No?

Um...

- I'm sorry, you made a mistake.
- I drove an hour and a half

to come to this particular supermarket

because one of your employees told
me that you had pistachio ice cream!

- Yes, ma'am, I understand...
- No, I don't think you do!

I mean, is... is mint
the same as pistachio?

- No, ma'am.
- Huh? Is it? Is it?

I mean, it tastes
nothing like pistachio.

One has... has chips,
and the other has nuts.

Can you not tell the difference?
Because I sure as hell can!

She was calm. Like her hubby.

They were unified in their story.

I...

Still not certain it
was the right tactic.

Well, by announcing
yourself in the front,

they won't be watching the back.

And that's presumptuous.

I was going to stay.

Well, and that is presumptuous.

- Breakfast tomorrow?
- Too busy.

You're a sociopath.
You know that, right?

Because I don't wanna be
seen in town with a fed?

I don't wanna blow my cover on
day one because my ex-boyfriend,

the only black man in a suit, with
a badge, for 50 miles, is, what?

He's too insecure to
eat breakfast by himself?

Take care... agent.

Wendy!

Unless you have something nice
to say, I don't wanna hear it.

I've had a shit day.

What was shitty about it?

Ice cream, Marty.

I accosted a kid at a store
over fucking pistachio ice cream.

- Okay.
- No, it's not okay. It's not okay at all.

And I... I'm not gonna be a victim
over everything that happens.

Especially since I'm
responsible for most of it.

Sorry, what'd you say?

What the hell are they
doing so near our house?

That's probably because Charlotte
punched the older kid in the face.

- What? When?
- Yeah.

Yesterday, I think.

You know, this partnership
in parenting thing,

it doesn't work unless you
tell me what's happening.

Okay. Just did.

They're trying to intimidate us.

Dead animals pop up.
Now they're stalking us.

Yeah, it's probably 'cause Charlotte,

she punched the older kid in the face,

um... I think yesterday.

- Yeah.
- Get some sleep, Marty.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Nothing good's ever come
from deprivation, right?

Yeah, you're right.

Hello?

Hello, Sam?

Sam?

Hey! Welcome. Thank you for... coming.

Oh.

That's a greeting.

No, no. It's not that. It's just...
You know what, just... Never mind.

Is there a problem with the
house? Is it Buddy? Is he just...

I was wondering if you might
want or... or need some help?

Help? Like, selling houses?

No, no, no, no. Of course
not. But maybe in the office.

Or, you know, I... I could
help decorate the homes.

Yeah, I'm good at that.

Uh, so... so let me level with you.

You've seen my inventory.

My niche is sort of
rundown spots off the water.

And I was lucky to list Buddy's house.

Plus, my mom stages the houses for me,

and she's... pretty territorial.

So...

And here's the two-two pitch.

Got him with a short. Hernández
up with it and throws him out.

Another one-two-three
inning for the young...

- Hi. I'm Sarah McLachlan,

and I'm here to tell you about
an innocent animal who's suffering

and needs your help.

You can help rescue her, help
her get medicine, shelter...

Let's get some fresh air and
figure out how to wash more money.

Something fucking stronger, all right?

Smoke and mirrors? Come
on, dickhead. Come on.

Do I steal? Huh? What's the play, Bruce?

What are the rules to
this game? I don't know it.

A whole new game.

Right, Bruce? What do I gotta do, pal?

What's the play, buddy?
I tag up? Do I steal?

I need to play a little
something different.

Turn off the song, Tuck!

Just think it through, buddy. Fuck!

♪ You always won ♪

♪ Every time you placed a bet ♪

♪ You're still damn good... ♪

"Do not despise these
small beginnings," he said.

"For the Lord rejoices
to see the work begin.

To see the plumb line
in Zerubbabel's hand."

God was telling Zechariah...

to not worry what folks may think.

That in any situation, He would be there
to help build it back up. He said...

He said, "Small beginnings
can bring down mountains.

And what are you, mighty mountain?"

"Before Zerubbabel, you
will become level ground.

And then... then he will
bring out the capstone

to the shouts of 'God bless it.'"

Now, if you'd all open up
your hymnals to page 139...

let us join together in song.

Thanks for checking
on me the other night.

What's that?

When I was aspirating a lung.

Wasn't that you creaking around
upstairs? Not checking on me?

Sorry.

Boy, uh, you know, Buddy...

any chance you could start
throwing on some trunks?

You got people in the house now. Kids.

No.

Nice chatting with you.

The... the kitchen's right around here.

There's such a great feel to it.

It's the perfect starter
home to raise a family.

- Oh, Sam, hi. Um...
- Hey.

This is Sam, who's the
actual listing agent.

And they just popped in
while I was setting up.

That's great. Hey, um, can I
talk to you for just a second?

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

I just... I thought my furniture

would be more useful
here than in storage.

No, it's... it's great.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I know how to sell the
idea of a happy family.

Mom's gonna be pissed.

Uh, the kitchen is... is
right around here. Mm-hmm.

- What?
- You're pretty.

You ever listen to
old-school hip-hop?

Tupac, Eazy, shit like that?

No, but I will start.

- It's my favorite swimming cove. Okay?
- Okay.

All right, you guys have fun.

- Oh, hang on, one second.
- Yup.

Looks good, huh?

It'll look even better at
night, obviously, all lit up.

But, um, maybe we don't even
need it. Look at all these people.

We're not even in season yet.

What do you think? You like the sign?

Sure.

"Sure"? That's it?

What am I supposed to say?

Rachel, you did not have to take
my money if you didn't want it.

I know.

Okay.

Don't get my hopes up.

No, honestly, we just...
we needed a change.

And it's... it's a nice resort.

Well, it's a fixer-upper,
that's for sure.

Oh, the kids are great.
Yeah, yeah, they're great.

There's a huge, huge lake here.
So, you know, what's not to like?

I know. I... I know.

Linda, I have to call you
back. Let me call you back.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Shh... Shoo!

Fuck!

Either of you, you fuck with my
daughter, you come near my house again,

it'll be you the
vultures are picking at.

It's melted.

Well, it'll be in the
freezer when you want it.

Mom, uh...

"It's the only loss you could forsake,

it's the... only bluff you couldn't
fake. You're still the same."

- What is that? Is that Bob Seger?
- It is.

Do you even like Bob Seger?

Uh-uh. No, not anymore.

It's not enough. It's not enough.

What's not?

I gotta be something else.

- Like what?
- I gotta man up.

I gotta... I gotta be something else.

It's...

It's not enough. Not in
three months. I gotta...

I gotta take the fight to them.
I gotta get dirty. I gotta...

- So, what do you want to do?
- Yeah, can you just dance?

Can you just... Can you
just face me and dance,

and just look me right in
the eye, and don't stop. Okay?

Okay.

I want you to tell me about your boss.

I'm a fucking sociopath?

Me?

I'm not the drone
operator eating Hot Pockets

while he bombs a hospital in Kabul.

A satellite killer with
plausible deniability, hmm?

All the while, the number
of overdoses in this country

just blows up...

like a fucking piñata.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You okay, man?

Yeah.

Your money's on the table.

You got issues, dude.

So I've been told.

Motherfuckers.

- What are you doing up?
- I couldn't sleep either.

Are you okay?

I don't expect you to forgive me...

but I am trying to make
everything right. Okay?

I know.

You sure?

Yeah.

- Who loves you?
- You do, Dad.

Where you going?

Mmm.

What the fuck is that?

- What?
- That.

The fucking kitty cats in the cage.

I told you not to touch
that fucking money.

They're not kitty cats.
They're bobcats. Tell her, Russ.

You'd be surprised, the
market for exotic pets.

Look online. They're all over this area.

Make a hundred times what
we've spent with the cats.

Get the fuck over there.

You see a pair of
balls on either of them?

Goddamn it, Boyd. I told you three
times to check the undercarriages.

What are they gonna fucking
do, scissor each other?

Why you getting on us?
We know you been working

- for that Byrde dude.
- So?

Quit while you're behind!

How you gonna get his money
working for minimum wage?

Fuckin' A.

What?

Get in there.

Fuck that.

I mean it! Now, you disobedient
motherfuckers! Get in!

Calm the fuck down, Ruth.

The fuck you doing?

- Very funny.
- Shut the fuck up!

Listen good. I do have a plan.

I'm working with Martin so I
can learn how to launder for us.

When I do, I'm gonna take the money...

and kill him.

You got anything to say about that?

That's a sound plan.

Get some sleep.

Wait a minute. You... You
just gonna leave us in here?

Looks like that.

- Fucking idiot. No, fuck you!
- Fuck you.

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