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I want you to fucking

walk away from this.

Walk away from this.

I trust you for everything.

Trust me?

You don't trust me,

you're a fucking liar.

That's what you want me to do.

You want me to just

fucking walk away, go to prison?

You sound like a five year old.

You did it to yourself.

You did it to yourself.

We got history, brother.

Yeah, we got history.

Now you come to me with this shit.

My wife, now this, come on.

My wife, now this, come on.

My wife, now this.

That's what this is about.

That's what this is about.

Not what this is about, but boy,

this sure hurts a little bit more

when you stick the knife in even further.

What did I do to your wife?

You don't want to go.

What did you do to your wife?

What did he, it does something like that.

You want me to just

fucking walk away from you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I built this shit from the ground up.

What did you build?

Everything here.

I created this.

Everything we did, we did together.

No, we didn't do that together.

Yeah, we did.

But you're nothing without me.

Don't give me that bullshit.

I come in here, I back

you, I'm not everything.

Everything you are.

Are you kidding me?

You can thank me for all that.

I'll fuck you, will you breathe.

I don't want to drink

your fucking liquor.

Take it?

Yeah.

Fucking asshole.

Fucking asshole.

I'm sorry, son.

Morning.

Thank you, lady.

You're welcome.

Hello?

Good morning, Mrs. Gold.

My name's Jo Baby,

I'm here to see Barney.

What's this about?

Your son took a lot of

money that didn't belong to him,

and I'm here to get it back.

Mom, hang up.

My client chose to

handle this discreetly,

I can't always call the police.

Hang up, Mom, I said hang up, hang up.

Hello? Hello?

Barney?

Mrs. Gold?

Barney?

You didn't think I'd find you?

It's what I do, find people.

(groaning)

(groaning)

(groaning)

Come on, Barney, just give me the money.

Okay, okay, just give me a sec, okay?

God damn it.

Your second is up.

(grunt)

Mrs. Gold?

Mrs. Gold?

I'm in the bathroom.

(sighing)

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gold, I promise I won't hurt you.

But I need the money Barney took.

Can I come in, please?

Yes, come on in.

I'm sorry to make you hide in here.

I've done worse.

Did you kill him?

Oh no, of course not.

Ummm..

The money...

It's under that sink in a depends box.

Okay.

Is your mother alive?

Yes.

Mrs. Gold, I don't

blame you for not telling me

that Barney was hiding in the closet.

Don't blame yourself for his mistakes.

What's this for?

You're gonna need your rug cleaned

and Barney needs a dentist.

Barney Gold paid in full.

Of course he did.

You okay?

Barney struck first.

I have previously

recommended that you strike first.

Fear not, the Iceman cometh.

Oh boy.

You know, I worry about you, Joe.

I'm a big girl.

There's nothing wrong with taking a pause

and reflecting on why we do what we do.

Income.

We in this civilization

are all victims of something.

And the self discovery of what that is

usually suggests great motivation

to either clear our heads and focus

harder on what we do

or change course and do something else.

Just wanna make sure you

still feel motivated here.

Thanks for caring.

Okay, on to the next one then.

A very delicate collection matter.

So delicate in fact that

our client Heather Stanton

has requested to meet

with you in person about it.

I don't meet clients.

She's been duly informed,

but after being duped out of a

substantial amount of money

by some con artist, she

stressed the importance

of knowing exactly with

whom she'll be dealing.

Did I mention there's

a $500,000 fee for us?

Don't shoot.

Says the uninvited guest.

My name is Heather Stanton.

I'm a client of Art Simonians and I'm

looking for a Joe Baby.

Well, you found her.

Oh, I was expecting...

My father wanted a boy.

Come in.

Oh, I'll just get dressed.

Art said you wanted to

meet at the dark bar.

Yeah, turns out it's two for one night.

Not as discreet as I

thought it was gonna be.

Well, you know what they say.

Loose lip sync ships.

Art was the one who told

me where I could find you.

You know, your firm

came highly recommended.

Yeah, well, we get results.

Can I get you something?

No, no, thank you.

It must be really

peaceful living on a boat.

Oh, I'm barely ever here.

So what did you want to talk about?

Right. Umm...

I work for my father's company.

He's in real estate.

His name is Prentice Stanton.

Maybe you've heard of him?

Oh yeah, I've seen this

sign all around the city.

God, this is so embarrassing.

You can understand

where I want to keep this

from going public.

Not yet.

A man named Stuart

Wendell stole $10 million

from my father's company.

That's substantial.

And what's worse is

that I gave it to him.

He was looking for investment partners

for a big commercial

real estate development

and I wanted to prove to my father

that I could pull off

a big deal without him

and everything seemed to check out.

Oh God, you can see why I

can't go to the police with this.

It would look like I had stolen money

from my father's company.

Yeah, I get it.

I can afford a lot of things, Joe.

Disappointing my

father is not one of them.

Is there a problem?

Probably not.

I'll walk you out.

Art said that you're very aggressive

in resolving matters like this.

We do whatever it takes.

Your name?

We don't break laws.

We bend them and nobody gets

hurt unless they deserve it.

Okay.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Hey Joe.

Morning Ike.

Morning Joe.

Richard White, Federal

Bureau of Investigation.

Yeah, right.

Call me Rick, hold these,

I'll show you the badge.

Come on, look.

Red vines, black coffee,

thought it'd break the ice.

There you go.

Spoiler alert, an old

photo and not a great one.

I'm in a hurry.

Well look, we're both

investigators, right?

Give me a minute to pick your brain.

Cold case of a one Walter

Baby is being defrosted.

Local bureau chief is close to retiring

and this one always stuck his craw.

Got, an itch that the killer's out there

somewhere walking around.

Thanks for the update.

Last time you saw your

father was during a hunting trip,

you're 13th birthday, right?

You know where my birthmark is too?

You remember that day, Joe?

What the hell do you

remember about being 13?

Well, my mom called the plumber

when there were no leaks in the house.

My dad had the most

comprehensive hustler collection around

and I knew which

ladies in the neighborhood

didn't draw their shades.

Well, you should write a memoir.

What can you tell me about that day, Joe?

I'm here to help.

Oh shit.

Nothing comes to mind.

Look at that, time to spare.

If anything jogs your memory,

you don't hesitate to call, Joe.

Okay, stalker, Fed.

Don't count on it.

Hey, Mom.

Mean, hard to work with or manage.

No one I know.

Where's Gerdy?

She died.

Oh, it's too bad.

She seemed really nice.

Oh, she talked too much anyway.

The doctor said you have to eat.

She said I'm going to die.

Mom, do me a favor.

You know, it's this slop

that's going to kill me.

Churlish.

huh?

The word you're

looking for, eight letters,

sixth letter down is an I.

Ah...

Churlish.

Hi, good afternoon, I'm Roxie.

What can I do for you?

I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.

This is Wendell Properties, right?

This is that address?

Yes.

Is Stuart Wendell here?

I'm new here and I was supposed to be

confidential about stuff.

Yeah, I won't get you into trouble.

I just need to talk to someone in charge.

Of course.

All right, so I'm going to be right down.

Can I help you?

I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.

And you are Miss?

Baby, Joe Baby.

Private matter.

Still Wendell's unavailable.

Do you know where I can find him?

That's confidential and

this is private property,

so I'm going to ask you to leave.

At least you could be

nice about it like Roxie here.

We can do this the hard way.

Look...

Just tell me where he is.

You'll never see me again.

Roxie, call the police.

Roxie, call an ambulance.

(grunting)

Is that hard enough for you?

Who is this guy?

He's Marco Leon.

He does whatever Mr. Wendell says.

Here.

Take it.

Get another temp drop.

This place isn't a

stepping stone to the Rockettes.

Hands up.

Nice and slow.

What are you doing here?

I followed you.

Looks like we got more to discuss.

What's your interest in Stuart Wendell?

Conned a lot of money out of the client.

And who's that?

That's confidential.

Well, based on Wendell's sketchy past

and high-powered

clientele who will wish to remain

forever anonymous,

his murder case will go

cold in no time, like Walter Baby's did.

Say, do me a favor.

You recall ever seeing

this guy with your father?

No.

It's Randall Kane.

Founder and still owner

of the Oasis Hotel and Casino.

All right, let's get you out of here.

Just like that?

Oh, I give great alibi.

When you stumbled upon him, Wendell's

body was at full rigor,

which means at the time of

his demise, 15 hours earlier,

you were at home on your

boat, which I was staking out.

What about the other charges?

Joe, I speak softly, carry a big badge

and have dirt on many a cop around here.

What kind of fed are you?

One that abides by the 11th commandment.

Thou shalt use the

system to thine own advantage.

Lieutenant Payne.

All right, easy, there you go.

Oh, God.

There you go.

All right. Damn.

Found a bunch of Oasis pay

stubs in Wendell's stash.

Well, rumors abound

that the Oasis is a front

for other things like

laundering dirty money.

Your father worked for the

Oasis, did you know that?

No.

He tracked down people who didn't make

good on their debts,

made them pay one way or the other.

Sound familiar?

They impound my car?

Yep.

So, Uncle Sam is putting

you up in this hotel tonight.

I'll have your car towed

here tomorrow morning.

This ought to cover the room, buffet,

fun at the low limit tables.

If you want to seek

out other paid services,

the likes of which I

may be able to recommend,

off the record, that's on your dime.

So thoughtful, but unnecessary.

Hey, Joe.

At least consider the

possibility that Randall Kane

would be curious why

someone with the last name of Baby

is snooping around his business.

Thanks for bailing me out.

See ya.

That's a pretty view, isn't it?

Daddy, he fell.

He just fell.

All right, all right.

Take it easy now.

Let's see what you're talking about.

Oh.

Look at me.

I know seeing something like that,

it's probably scary for you.

You know what scares me?

To think that someone

wouldn't have the sense

to do anything that they needed to do

to keep from falling off

the top of a goddamn building.

Right?

(laughing)

Hello, Joe?

Stuart Wendell is dead.

He was murdered a couple of days ago.

No, what?

Wendell's home and office

just became a crime scene

and any chance of finding your money

just went out the window.

Oh, this is a mess.

You ever heard of a

guy named Randall Kane?

He owns the Oasis Hotel.

Well, maybe he knows something.

I mean, he can't be that hard to find.

Look, you hired me to get

your money from Stuart Wendell,

not Randall Kane.

So you're telling me that there's nothing

that you can do to help me?

It's hard settling up with the dead.

I understand.

In spite of my uncanny

ability to be an easy target,

still consider myself to

be a fair business person.

Time is money.

What do I owe you for yours?

The deal is you get what you pay for.

You didn't get your

money, so I don't get mine.

Let me at least get you dinner.

I appreciate the offer, but--

I understand.

Look, I wish I could have been more help.

Me too.

Take care.

I swear to God, you have

gotten the prettiest blue eyes

I have ever seen in my entire life.

I mean, my goodness.

Hey, Baby.

Not to sound

ungrateful, but was that your idea

of a joke putting me

up at the Silver State?

No, I wasn't looking for laughs.

Just any blast from your past

that might help solve

your father's murder.

Speaking of which, any

thoughts on me asking your mother

some questions?

Yeah, don't.

Her health is not good right now,

and I don't wanna

upset her with the past.

I can respect that.

Leave my mom out of this.

Fair enough, I'll be waiting.

Hey, Joe, how are you

this beautiful morning?

Honestly, Ike, I could do with a laugh.

I'm getting you a refrigerator

for your next birthday present.

You know why?

Tell me, Ike.

I just know when you open it,

your face is gonna light up.

That's a good one, Ike.

Art... because it's a dead end.

Stuart Wendell was murdered.

How unfortunate.

An FBI agent named Rick

White came to see me yesterday.

They're reopening my dad's case.

Turns out he worked at

the Oasis when he was...

Anyway, any money

Wendell conned out of Heather

is probably through

the rinse cycle by now.

Look, Joe, just because Stuart Wendell

is no longer with us doesn't mean

that his money train is departed.

Art, it's a dead end.

I'm done, I'll write

up my notes tomorrow.

What?

Joe, you can't quit.

To use your words, I reflected,

and I don't wanna be the next victim

in the Stanton case or any other case.

Joe, let's not be hasty.

Okay, remember, we stand

to make a very handsome fee

on this case.

Just think about your

mother's medical needs.

Don't go there, Art.

Okay, how about we

just regroup, all right?

I know this is a little

rougher case than most,

but if anybody can retrieve Heather

Stanton's money, Joe,

it's you.

Hey, Mom.

You here to force feed me again?

No, I come in peace.

Look, an FBI guy came to see me today.

They're reopening dad's murder case.

Why would they wanna talk to you?

You were just a little girl.

Look, I know how you felt about him.

You could do no wrong in his eyes.

This name is Rick White.

If he tries to contact you--

You don't have to protect me.

The abstract quality

of being in position.

Ubiety

Oh shit.

What happened, daddy?

I don't know. I hit something or nothing.

I just... wait here.

Ah -

Damn it.

[ Chuckles ]

Baby girl!

Baby girl. Come on now.

Look at this.

Poor fella.

Must have strayed from the pack.

I wasn't gonna do this yet, but, uh...

now I might as well give

it to you now, right?

Go ahead and learn how to use this thing.

[ Sighs ]

All right. It's loaded.

There we go.

Safety off. You just grab that, aim,

right at the head there, and, um,

just go on pull the trigger.

What are you waiting for?

You...

you want me to shoot him?

Listen, honey, this dog

right here is in pain.

It is up to us to put it

out of its fucking misery.

Look at me.

It takes a strong

person to end suffering.

You got to be that

strong. You understand me?

Daddy, I can't.

Go on now, damn it!

Oh, you got to. Just give me the gun.

It's just like this. Look.

There. It's done. See?

Simple. Now, come on. Get in the car.

Get in the car. Come on.

Come on.

Joe?

Joe? It's Heather.

Uh...

I tried calling, but your phone just kept

going straight to voicemail.

Oh, well. My phone.

Uh... I left it outside. Sorry.

I know you said no to

dinner, but I brought breakfast.

Strictly a business.

Permission to come aboard?

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Did you, uh...

Did you talk to your father?

No. No. I haven't told him yet.

He's gonna find out about

the money sooner or later.

I know.

But I think the Wendell might have just

been doing what

Randall Kane told him to do.

What makes you think that?

Well, I knew that Kane's name sounded

familiar, and it turns out that he and my father worked together.

They were partners in the

Oasis. Clearly, it didn't end well.

I would have thought that whatever dust

was between them

would have settled by now.

You should tell your father you think

Kane is behind this.

I know.

But I need to be sure

that Kane is to blame.

That's why I hired a

private investigator.

Look, the guy who took your money is

dead. I think it's time to quit.

I didn't take you for a quitter.

I hope you enjoyed the breakfast.

Damn it! God damn it!

Hey, hey.

One rooty-tooty, fresh and fruity.

You got extra strawberries and whipped

cream, just like you

always like it, my dear.

Mmm. There you go on there.

Yep.

But I thought you said we

were going out for breakfast.

Yeah, well, a job came up. What did I

always tell you about work, huh?

When they tell me to hop, I hop.

That's what I do. Mm-hmm.

Well, uh, enjoy your food. It

ain't gonna eat itself.

Uh.

Hey.

Hey, you awake?

Oh, you wait now, huh?

What time? Look at this. Look at this.

How many goddamn times I got to goddamn

tell you don't leave the goddamn

newspaper in the goddamn grass?

Look at it! What do I do with this?

Oh, just sit there all quiet, like.

You're not gonna say nothing, you just

stare at me again, huh?

What you famous for? Just stare, and

staring, and

staring, I can't take it!

You know what? Here. You read it.

I told them not to call you.

I'm glad they ignored you.

I've had chest pains and trouble

breathing before.

Nothing new to see here.

Well, let's see what the

doctor has to say about that.

Cut it out.

I should never have told you

about that guy from the FBI.

A nosy bureaucrat didn't hasten my

demise. My heart was

broke a long time ago.

Hang in there, Mom. Okay.

Hey. No heroic measures, okay?

Got it?

God damn it!

Fuck.

It's preliminary, but it looks like your

candles didn't cause the fire.

Based on the bits and pieces out there.

Looks like it was a bomb.

A bomb?

You got any enemies?

Oh, God.

Art!

Art, open up!

Art!

Good evening.

Not really. Who are you?

Lady Sage and you are?

Joe Baby. Where's Art?

Hmm. He's tied up.

Well, untie him and

tell him it's important.

Lady Sage decide what little Art will or

won't do, and the same goes for you.

Baby girl.

Call me that again and

you'll be missing the next census.

Now sit here and

don't move till I say so.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Please do not judge me or untie me.

Someone blew up my boat, Art.

Okay, untie me please.

Oh, God.

This is supposed to be private time. This

is kind of like I

carve out every day for...

Come on. Come on.

Now I appreciate the offer.

Well, who do you suspect

is responsible for this?

Everything points to Randall Kane. If

he's coming after me,

he's scared of something.

I thought you were off the case, Joe.

Not only did my dad work for Kane at the

Oasis, but Kane's partner at the time was

Heather's father, Prentice Stanton.

Prentice and Kane had a terrible falling

out. What does that

look like to you, Art?

Like Kane had something to

do with your father's death.

Yeah, I just have to prove it.

That sounds like the

old Jo I know and love.

Hey, in the meantime, due to your housing

crisis, I want you to stay

here as long as you need.

No, I don't want to

impose on your privacy.

You want me to send in Lady Sage?

Exigent circumstances as they are now.

I'm pivoting to make sure you have

whatever you need here.

How about you inform Lady Sage that I am

ending our session early

today and send her on her way?

She scares the shit

out of you, doesn't she?

Affirmative.

You can stand up now.

Art sends his apologies.

You can call him anytime.

Flattered.

But, no thanks.

Thanks.

This is something.

It's nice, right?

I don't usually come here.

Someone blew up my boat.

What?

Yeah, I think it was Randall Kane.

Well, if you're right,

we're both his victims now.

Yeah, I don't know. I

have to figure it out.

What is this?

It's expense money.

Oh, no, I don't--

Don't say no to me, Jo.

Please.

Thanks.

Have a drink.

I'm on my way to see Randall Kane.

Joe, I could kiss you.

I need you to do something for me.

Happy to quid pro quo you.

Rick, I would never

quid pro quo with you.

I need you to exercise

that eleventh commandment

and get me surveillance

footage of the marina.

You call me as soon as you talk to Kane.

Bye, Rick.

Thank you for coming.

Can I buy you a drink?

I can?

Okay, I'll send one over.

Tonight's your night. I feel it.

Welcome to the OASIS. How can I help you?

I'm here to see Randall Kane.

Just a moment, please.

Hey, there's someone at the desk for you.

Hi.

I understand that

you're here to see Mr. Kane?

Yes, that's right.

Do you have an appointment?

No, I don't.

I suggest you make one.

Look, it's a very important,

urgent, and private matter.

Yeah, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I just need five minutes with...

Just five minutes?

Just five minutes.

Goddamn it. All right, three.

Goddamn it.

Get off!

Goddamn it. Don't touch me!

Look, I don't want to see you here again.

Aw, shit!

Next time open that club face.

It's okay, Mr. Kane. We've got this.

Goddamn it.

Stop it!

I just want to ask him some questions

about Stuart fucking...

Wendell. Lanigan.

Let her alone.

Who the hell are you?

Joe, baby. I think you knew my dad.

I can see the

resemblance. So, Stuart Wendell.

He conned ten million out of Heather

Stanton for a bogus real estate deal.

I know this because she

hired me to get it back.

Prentice Stanton's daughter?

Well, my heart bleeds.

Does a Marco Leon work for you?

I have thousands of employees, miss baby.

As for the Stanton's, do you know

anything about me and Prentice?

I know that you two muscled your way into

the luxury casino business

and that he got

accused of money laundering.

They dropped the charges, but he got away

with the golden parachute

and you got left with

the keys to the kingdom.

[Laughing]

Yeah.

Well, let me unspin it for

you. Prentice was the crook.

I want you to fucking

walk away from this.

You want me to walk away? You got it.

Why do I walk away? How

come you don't walk away?

Are you kidding me? You're

gonna be fucking kidding me.

Am I kidding you? Yeah. I

think you're kidding me.

You're a fucking liar.

Come on, man. Why didn't you tell me you

were laundering money in the casino?

We got history, brother. We got history.

We got history. We got history.

It ain't all good either.

You know what the history is.

I'm starting to believe that

that's what you want me to do.

That's what you want me to do. You want

me to just fucking

walk away, go to prison?

You know what? You

sound like a five-year-old.

You did it to yourself.

Anything else?

Yeah. Did you kill my dad?

Your father provided

useful, if now outdated, services.

There were untold numbers

of people who wanted him dead

because their lives depended on it.

What about yours?

I use lawyers and accountants to deal

with my enemies, Miss Baby.

Ask Prentice Stanton

if you don't believe me.

Next time you're in town, give me some

warning, and I'll be happy to comp you.

Hell, maybe I'll even hire you. You could

be useful, Miss Baby.

Jesus, would you stop

calling me Miss Baby?

My friend's day will give you a ride.

One more thing.

When dealing with the

Stanton's, watch your back.

Joe. Art, are you okay?

I was calling the office,

but it kept going to voicemail.

I'm working from home today, in a way.

It appears I've developed an allergy to

paraffin-based candles.

That's a bummer.

Oh, how'd you

discourse with Randall Cane go?

Enlightening, as you might say. He tried

to pin the whole

thing on Prentice Stanton.

I suspect Heather Stanton will not be

expecting to hear that.

I'm heading to her

house to break the news.

Hey, speaking of houses...

Did you ever run those plates?

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

I got a flat. I'll call you back.

Fuck. God damn it.

I need to talk to you.

Oh, my God. Joe, what happened?
Someone's trying to kill me.

Your parents?

Prentice and Evelyn and Stanton.

A social event not to be missed.

Where are they now?

My father's somewhere retired.

My mother died right after I was born.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's okay. It's hard to

miss what you never even knew.

Cane thinks your father was laundering

money through the casino.

No, he was cleared of all charges.

I know you worry about what he'll do.

I think it's time to face him.

It's getting too dangerous.

How can I?

Everything I have--

everything is because of him.

I don't even have my own life.

I-- God, I was hoping that if

I pulled up a big enough deal,

I could just cash in

my chips and walk away.

Start something that was actually mine.

Have you ever thought--

think about just

walking away from everything?

I've thought about it.

Why don't you?

There's just stuff I need in this world,

and this is the only

way I know how to get it.

You want to strike me as someone who

would be scared by trying new things?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.

No, it's okay. It's just--

it's been a long time since

anyone kissed me that way.

Mmmm.

Mmmm.

See what you've been missing, not meeting

Art's clients in person?

I didn't miss anything.

You hungry?

I thought for fancy girls like you had

champagne for breakfast.

How did you know?

I could get used to this.

More champagne where that came from.

Oh, oh.

[laugh]

God.

[giggles]

Well...

Too very good morning.

Stay here.

[sighs]

God damn it.

They're gone.

Of course.

Before I got you to visit Kane

Now were both getting shot at.

I think we should hold

off talking to your father.

Why?

I got another stone to turn.

I'm sorry.

You have to go.

Do you have security at the office?

No, just at night.

Bring on a day shift.

You want me in one piece?

I gotta go.

Let me guess.

You maxed out your expense account?

Okay, come on. Let's see this footage.

Not to be petty, but how come you didn't

call me right after your meet with Kane?

I had to debrief with my client first.

Joe, I know your

client is Heather Stanton.

It's literally my job

to know these things.

I stayed at Heather's last night.

Well, that is a whole

other kind of debrief.

Let me visualize how that would go down.

Shut up, Rick.

Kane tried to have us

killed this morning.

Well, now we're getting somewhere.

You were digging around

before you came to me.

What if Stanton got wind that the FBI was

looking into my dad's murder...

And that if they dug deep enough,

they'd find out about the money

laundering at the Oasis.

Kane had to do

something to let Stanton know

that he could still get to him.

To keep him quiet, he had Wendell go

after Stanton's money.

It's a theory.

We must have missed something.

Take it back and slow it down.

Wait, pause it.

Stop.

Is that a scuba diver?

Can you zoom in?

Joe, there's something

else you should know.

Your father was a

highly skilled operative,

yet his body was found

with a single bullet hole

in a crappy motel room, that exact one.

Man, you sure know how to push buttons.

What I want you to think about is,

the only way someone that trained

could be touched, let alone killed,

is if someone knew

exactly where to find him.

I know I asked you to stay away from her,

but when I go to Stanton's tomorrow,

can you do one of your stakeouts

and make sure my mom

doesn't get any unwanted visitors?

Sure, yeah.

Be careful, Joe.

Where are your security guards?

I sent them home.

Why did you do that?

Because you said you

were five minutes away.

I changed my mind.

I'm gonna go and tell

your father what's going on.

You sure?

He'll think you did the right thing

hiring an investigator first.

Thank you, Joe.

I'll leave tomorrow.

So you're sure that you can

prove that Kane took my money?

Maybe.

Do you ever remember your father

mentioning my father, Walter Baby?

No. Why?

He worked at the Oasis

when your father and Kane were partners.

It was an off-the-books kind of thing.

I'll tell my father to expect you,

and I'll have him rent you a boat.

Walter Baby's baby.

Everyone calls me Joe, Mr. Stanton.

Jesus.

That's a lot.

Thanks for telling me, Joe.

Did ah... Heather, say

anything to you about her mother.

Just that she died

after Heather was born.

Evelyn killed herself.

Postpartum depression.

I did everything I could,

you know, to help Heather.

I don't know, maybe I could

have been more encouraging.

Maybe she wouldn't have felt like she

needed to prove herself

by making that stupid deal.

We'd been through so much, I was just

trying to protect her.

You should tell her that.

Yeah.

I will.

Listen, Joe.

Whatever Randall Kane

told you, it's not the truth.

The Oasis was a success.

Laundering drug money.

That was just pure greed.

Randall Kane's idea.

I told him I didn't want any part of it.

He turned it around.

Made it seem like it

was my idea all along.

This was the guy I

looked up to like a father.

What did you build? Everything here.

I created this.

You can thank me for

all that. Listen to me.

What, are you an idiot?

I don't take fucking

orders from you or anybody.

Orders from me? Yeah.

Here, I'm stepping

back. Don't take any orders.

That's fine. The government's gonna give

you the fucking orders.

That's right. I'll

drink them. The government.

Oh, really? Yeah, yeah. The government.

Just some sort of

threat. And why are you mad?

Why are you really mad? Why am I mad?

You're killing me

here. I'm killing you here.

Yeah, you're killing me

here. Oh, you fucking bullshit.

I trust you for everything.

Trust me? You don't trust

me. You're a fucking liar.

I mean, I was blown away

by how cold it could be.

All I knew was I

needed to protect the kid.

So I walked away from the Oasis.

There's just one more thing.

Do you have any idea why

Kane would want my dad killed?

I mean...

I've always had my suspicions.

Get down!

Stay down.

You okay?

You know what this was, right?

It's fucking Randall

telling you to back off.

Fucking guy doesn't change.

Jesus Christ.

There's only one thing to do with a

motherfucker like that.

You and your father.

How far did the apple fall?

That's not what I do.

Everybody's gotta price.

[singing]

Did the FBI get my dad

to flip on Randall Kane?

Did Prentice Stanton tell you that?

Rick, this is not how quid pro quo works.

My continued cooperation depends on you

giving me an answer right now.

Okay, okay. Your father came to us.

He made the first move.

Whatever he was

involved with, he wanted out.

What?

Why didn't you tell me this?

I needed you to move the

ball down the field a bit.

I'm in the fucking red zone, Rick.

Okay, the strategy from the top was to

pin the money laundering charge on Kane,

then pressure him to cop to whatever he

knew about your father's murder.

Oh, so the bureau was just prioritizing.

We're talking about bringing down a

big-time money

laundering operation here, Joe.

I'm talking about my dad.

Look, I've bent to shitload of rules in

my day, but I don't make them.

Now, what else did Stanton tell you?

Oh, no.

No, Rick. You're in a fucking time out.

Joe.

Joe, come on, Joe. God damn it.

Joe!

Shit.

What is it?

Did dad ever mention a man

called Kane or the Oasis Hotel?

Not this again.

I'm just... I'm just trying to piece

everything together.

Did you know that he

wanted to be an FBI informant?

No. I didn't.

Sorry.

What are you thinking about?

Oh, you know everything.

Marco Leone's part in all this.

Did you ever run his plates like I asked?

Hmm. I apologize, Joe.

My waxing crisis

created a waning of sorts.

Dinner can wait.

Marco was pretty adamant about keeping

you away from Stuart Wendell, so...

It makes me think either he knew Wendell

had something to hide,

or he knew he was already dead.

Kane certainly knew Wendell, but he said

he didn't know Marco.

There we are.

Looks like you're headed

to 417 Flower Hill Street.

Motherfucker.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

What's going on?

A guy was found dead in his office.

Jesus Christ, Art!

[LAUGH]

So, I'm holding you

up and you hold me up.

I don't know.

God, I love your hair.

Well, thank you so much.

Mm-hmm.

I love your hair.

Just one second, pretty.

Okay.

So, does that mean I'm

officially over my time out?

The bastard killed Art.

What?

Marco Leone blew up my boat.

He worked for Wendell, which means he

also worked for the Oasis.

But Wendell's dead, so someone else must

have given him the order.

Kane.

See if Marco has a fed file.

Will do.

Rick, there's only one

way to deal with Kane.

And Stanton offered me that deal.

You didn't take it, did you, Joe?

No, but it gave me an idea.

Meet me at the Silver

State Hotel in the morning.

Oh, and bring a wire.

Copy that.

Hey.

Marco Leone's rap sheet.

Colorful, ain't it?

Drugs, human

trafficking, he's in everything.

They all need their money cleaned, and

there's no better place

to do it than a casino.

And Kane owns a casino.

All we need Kane to do is fill in the

blanks about your father.

A little something I picked up for you.

What's this?

It's just a little something for us to

keep all those special

moments alive forever.

They're pretty, ain't they?

They're recorder earrings.

Voice activated. I got

a receiver. Easy peasy.

Okay.

We should arrive at the Oasis separately,

so I'll be a little behind you.

And, Joe.

You holding up?

I have to.

Thanks for asking.

See you later.

Come on.

Mr. Stanton.

Hello Joe.

You're on.

Oh, no.

Dippity shit!

Thank God.

I thought I told you I

didn't want to see you here again.

Why don't you call Mr. Kane and tell him

Joe Baby's here for her job inverview.

Mr. Kane?

Joe Baby's here to see you.

Yes, sir.

Follow me.

FBI, get me to the Oasis ASAP.

Drive to the fucking

fountain if you have to.

Hold on Joe.

You don't seem surprised to see me.

I take great pride in knowing what people

want before they do.

Were you serious

about offering to hire me?

I'm not an accountant or a lawyer.

You could do whatever is needed.

I thought you said those ways of doing

things were outdated.

Are they?

I'm used to people lying to me, Mr. Kane.

But I gotta say, you're

better at it than most.

Oh, come on.

You've gotta be kidding.

You make one sound with that thing,

and you'll have the whole

place in here in a second.

My dad knew you were

cleaning money through the casino.

And when you found out he was going to

the FBI, you had him killed.

I'm a cutthroat businessman.

I'm not a murderer.

When you found out the FBI

was reopening my dad's case,

you had to do something

to keep Stanton quiet.

And then when I got involved, you had to

get me to back down, too.

So you had Marco Leone make me think

someone was trying to kill me.

And you had him blow up my boat.

Think this through, for God's sake.

After Evelyn died, you threatened to make

Heather an orphan if

Stanton stood in the way.

Prentice is lying to you.

I loved her.

Prentice found out we

were having an affair.

She told him she wanted a divorce, that

she wanted to be with me.

He threatened to never let her see

Heather again if she left him.

I guess that made her

think she had only one way out.

Stan said she suffered

from postpartum depression.

Yes.

She was depressed, but

it wasn't postpartum.

She was never pregnant.

Heather was adopted.

What?

Get medical records, a

death certificate, a DNA test.

You'll see.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I guess so.

They set us up.

They wanted to make it look

like we took each other out.

Stanton. Always the

clever son of a bitch.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kane.

I have to go to Heather.

Rick, where the fuck were you?

Heather, you're not safe. Call me back.

It's done.

Want a drink?

No, thanks.

You don't mind if I have one, do you?

Now that Kane's dead, it's gonna take

some time to locate that money.

I'm a patient man, Joe.

When did you find out the FBI was looking

into my dad's murder?

What are you talking about?

I'm not a fool.

No?

Sweetheart?

Put the gun down, Joe.

What are you doing?

I said put the gun down, Joe.

Slide it over.

See when the FBI dredged up this ugly business

about your father...

I thought it was best they focus on

Randall Kane, which is where you came in.

All we had to do was convince you that

Randall Kane was the bad guy.

You do all the work.

Let me guess.

There's no stolen ten million dollars.

No.

No.

When it comes to my money, I got eyes on

the back of my head, Joe.

We needed a big enough reason to get you

invested in the case.

There ain't even a bigger reason to want

to kill Randall Kane.

You killed Wendell to get me hooked.

And had Marco take shitty

potshots and blow up my boat.

It's a beautiful plan, wasn't it?

Hmm?

You and Kane cancel each other out.

And now look.

We'll get another crack at the cherry.

Why'd you have to kill Art?

He was a loose end.

I don't like leaving them

around, do I, sweetheart?

That's right, Daddy.

Everything was a lie.

I was just doing what

my father asked me to do.

And you killed my dad.

I don't know who killed your dad.

But I do know this.

By the end of tonight, you're going to

join him as a cold case.

So bundle up, Joe.

Sweetheart.

He was never really a

father to me, not really.

I was just there to serve him, make him

feel better, do his dirty work.

And I could never live

up to his expectations.

I'd never be a Stanton.

Not really.

I knew that if I wanted to take over his

business, have any chance of doing that,

I needed to exceed expectations.

You didn't really think that we were

going to sail off into the

sunset together, did you?

That'd have been nice.

You're just too good for me, Joe.

(grunting)

You're hurt again.

Don't worry about me.

Let's worry about you.

I'm sorry.

Joe.

What do you mean?

Remember, after your

hunting trip, for your birthday,

your father called me.

He said he wanted to see me.

He told me he was helping the FBI

get someone he was working for.

And after all the

terrible things that he had done,

they were going to protect him.

But who was going to protect me from him?

You, from him.

He would have hurt you as

soon as you were big enough.

He wanted us to go with him.

A fresh start, he said.

But I would be a prisoner,

and I couldn't live with that.

I'm so sorry.

You shouldn't have.

It's the least I could do.

Thanks.

Come on, I got something to show you.

Watch your step here.

So Kane is gonna make a full recovery.

Only unfinished business

is who killed your father.

Oh, like Kane said, the list is long.

Well, the FBI could live

with not knowing if you can.

It's okay with me.

Check her out.

It's one of Stanton's drug boats.

Of course he had a boat.

I cleaned her up for you.

You got title,

insurance, everything you need.

What?

You did good, Joe.

Once I use the system to my advantage,

there's no going back.

Seriously?

It's bad luck to

change the name of a boat.

So I'm stuck with it.

Afraid so.

Thanks, Rick.

You know, the FBI could

use a woman like you, Joe.

What would they want

with someone like me?

After you recharge, you give me a call.

(laughing)

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