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I want you to fucking 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? No, you sound like a five -year -old. 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!

That's what this is about.

That's what this is about.

That's 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

What if he does something like that? You want me to just fucking walk away from

you, though? Yeah. I built this thing from the ground up. What did you build?

Everything. 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. I

come in here, I back you. I'm nothing without you. Everything you are. Are you

kidding me? You can thank me for all that.

I fuck you, will you breathe?

I don't want to drink your fucking liquor. Take it? Yeah.

Fucking asshole.

Fucking asshole.

Thank you, ladies.

Good morning, Mrs. Gould. 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 on.

My client chose to handle this discreetly. I can't always call the

on, Mom.

Mrs. Gold?

Barney!

You didn't think I'd find you?

What I do, find people.

Come on, Marty. Just give me the money. Okay.

Okay, just give me a sec, okay?

Your second is up.

Ms.

Gold?

Mrs. Gold?

I'm in the bathroom.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gold. I promise I won't hurt you. But I need... The money Barney

took.

Can I come in, please?

Yeah.

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.

Um, the money is under that thing in a Depends box.

Is your mother alive?

Yeah.

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 going to need your rug cleaned and Barney needs a dentist.

Everything if it didn't take her.

Push out here and then it will go.

I know, I know that I've given it all. If you don't take it off, well, you take

it off.

Barney Gold, paid in full. Of course you 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, Jo.

I'm a big girl.

There's nothing wrong with taking a pause and reflecting on why we do what

do.

come we in this civilization are all victims of something and the self

-discovery of what that is usually suggests great motivation to either

heads and focus harder on what we do or change course and do something else just

want to make sure you still feel motivated here thanks for caring okay on

next one then uh a very delicate collection matter so delicate in fact

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?

Thank you.

That's the uninvited guest.

My name is Heather Santon.

I'm a client of Art Simonian's, and I'm looking for a Joe baby.

Well, you found her. Oh, I was expecting... My father wanted a boy.

Come in.

Oh, just get dressed.

Art said you wanted to meet at the dark bar.

Yeah, uh, 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 lips sink 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.

Um... 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.

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 the signs all around the city.

God, this is so embarrassing.

You can understand why I want to keep this from going public.

Uh, not yet.

A man named Stuart Wendell stole $10 million from my father's company.

That's, um, 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

my father that I could pull off a big deal without him, and everything seemed

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, Jo.

Disappointing my father is not one of them.

Is there a problem?

Probably not.

Um, I'll walk you out.

Art said that you're, um, very aggressive in resolving matters like

We do whatever it takes.

Meaning? 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, Jo.

Morning, Ike.

Morning, Jill.

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, 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. This one always stuck in his craw.

God, and it's that the killer's out there somewhere walking around.

Thanks for the update.

Last time you saw your father was during a hunting trip. Your 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

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.

Nothing comes to mind.

Look at that. Time to spare.

If anything jogs your memory, don't hesitate to call Joe.

Okay, Doc. We're fed.

Don't count on it.

Hard to work with or manage.

No one I know.

Who's Gertie?

She died.

Oh, it's too bad.

She seemed really nice.

Well, 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 the slop that's going to kill me.

Churlish.

Hmm? The word you're looking for.

Eight letters.

Sixth letter down is an I.

Ah.

Churlish.

Hi, good afternoon. 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. It's a private matter.

Mr. 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 Roxy here.

We can do this the hard way.

Look.

Just tell me where he is.

He'll never see me again.

Roxy, call the police.

Roxy, call an ambulance.

Is that hard enough for you?

Who is that guy?

He's Marco Leone.

She does whatever Mr. Wendell says.

Here.

Take it.

Get another temp job.

Place it in a stepping stone to the rocket.

Hands up!

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 a client.

And who's that?

That's confidential.

Well, based on Wendell's sketchy past and high -powered clientele who will

to remain forever anonymous, his murder case will go cold in no time, like

Walter Babies did.

Say, do me a favor.

You recall ever seeing this guy with your father?

No.

It's Randall Cain.

Founder and still owner of the Oasis Hotel and Casino.

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

Like that?

Oh, I give great alibi.

When you stumbled upon him, Wendell's body was at full rigor, which means at

time of his demise 15 hours earlier, you were at home on your boat, which I was

taken out.

What about the other charges?

Joe, I speak softly, carry a big badge, and... have dirt on many a cop around

here kind of fed are you one that abides by the 11th commandment thou shalt use

the system to thine own advantage lieutenant pain all right easy there you

there you go

Found a bunch of Oasis pay stubs in Wendell's stash.

Well, rumors abound that the Oasis is in front for other things like laundry and

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.

Ivy Car Toad 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

recommend, off the record, that's on your dime.

So thoughtful, but unnecessary.

Hey, Joe.

At least consider the possibility that Randall Cain would be curious by someone

with the last name Baby 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.

See what you're talking about.

Oh.

Oh.

Look at me.

I know seeing something like that should probably scare you 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?

It's 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.

I 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 got the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen in

entire life.

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.

Yeah, dunked.

Her health is not good right now, and I don't want to 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 what?

Tell me, Ike. I just know when you open it, your face is gonna light up.

That's a good one, Ike.

All right, 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, um, 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 has 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 want to 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,

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 want to 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.

His name is Rick White. If he tried to contact you... You don't have to protect

me. The abstract quality of being in position.

Dubiety.

What happened, Daddy?

I don't know. I hit something or another. Just... Wait here.

Damn it.

Baby girl.

Baby girl, come on now.

Look at this.

Poor fella.

Must have strayed from the pack.

I wasn't going to do this yet, but I might as well give it to you now, right?

Go ahead and learn how to use this thing.

All right,

it's loaded.

There we go.

Safety off. You just grab that, aim right at the head there, and he's going

trigger.

What are you waiting for?

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.

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?

I tried calling, but your phone just kept going straight to voicemail. Oh,

My phone.

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 going to find out about the money sooner or later.

I know.

But I think that Wendell might have just been doing what Randall Cain told him

to do.

What makes you think that?

Well, I knew that Cain's name sounded familiar, and it turns out that he and

father worked together. They were partners in the Oasis. Clearly it didn't

well. I would have thought that whatever dust was between them would have

settled by now.

You should tell your father you think Cain is behind this.

I know.

But I need to be sure that Cain 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 junk!

Hey, hey.

One rooty -tooty.

Fresh and fruity.

Got extra strawberries and whipped cream, just like you always like it, my

Mmm. Yeah, go on now.

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?

Hmm. When they tell me to hop, I hop.

That's what I do.

Mm -hmm.

Well, enjoy your food.

Ain't gonna eat yourself.

Hey.

Hey, you awake?

Oh, you awake now, huh?

What time?

Look at this. Look at this.

How many goddamn times I gotta goddamn tell you?

Don't leave the goddamn newspaper in the goddamn grass! Look at it!

What do I do with this?

I'm about to get terrified, man.

You think I need you to stare at me again, huh?

What you begging for? Just staring and staring and staring at me again!

You know what? Here.

You read it.

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

Well, let's see what the doctor has to say about that.

Cut it out.

Should never have told you about that guy from the FBI.

Some 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?

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.

Not really.

Who are you?

Lady Sage, and you are?

Joe Baby.

Where's Art?

He's set up. Well, untie him and tell him it's important.

Lady Sage decides 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.

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.

It's supposed to be private time.

It's kind of like I carve out every day for... Come on. Come on. No, I

appreciate the offer.

Well, who do you suspect is responsible for this?

Everything points to Randall Cain. 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

Cain at the Oasis, but Cain's partner at the time was Heather's father, Prentice

Stanton. Prentice and Cain had a terrible falling out.

What does that look like to you, Arch? Like Cain had something to do with your

father's death.

Yeah, I just have to prove it. That sounds like the old Joe I know and love.

Hey, in the meantime, due to your housing crisis, I want you to stay here

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 me anytime.

Flattered.

This is something.

It's nice, right?

I think I don't usually come here.

Someone blew up my boat.

What?

Yeah, I think it was Randall Cain.

Look, you're right.

Our boat is victims now.

Yeah, I don't know. I have to figure it out.

What is it? A expense money.

Oh, no, I don't... Don't say no to me.

Joe.

Please.

Thanks.

Have a drink.

I'm on my way to see Randall Cain.

Jill, 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 11th

commandment and get me surveillance footage of the marina. You call me as

as you talk to Cain. Bye, Rick.

Thank you for coming.

Can I buy you a drink?

I can?

Okay, I'll send one over.

It's a nice, pure night, I feel.

Welcome to the Oasis. How can I help you?

I'm here to see Randall Cain.

Just a moment, please.

Hey, here's the one I've got for you.

Hi.

I understand that you're here to see Mr. Cain? 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. Then I'm going to have

to ask you to leave. I just need five minutes with him.

Just five minutes.

Just five minutes.

Damn it. All right, three.

God damn it.

Get off.

God damn it. Don't touch me.

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

Oh, shit.

Next time, open that club face.

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

Damn it.

Stop it.

I just want to ask him some questions about Stuart fucking Wendell. Not again.

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 10 million out of Heather Stanton for a bogus real estate deal. I

this because she hired me to get it back.

Prentice Stanton's daughter?

Well, my heart bleeds.

Does a Marco Leone work for you?

I have thousands of employees, this baby.

That's for the Stantons.

Do you know anything about me and Prentiss?

I know that you two muscled your way into the luxury casino business and that

got accused of money laundering. They dropped the charges, but he got away

the golden parachute and you got left with the keys to the kingdom.

Yeah.

Well, let me unspin it for you.

Prentiss was the crook.

I want you to fucking walk away from this.

You want me to walk away?

Why do I walk away? How come you don't want me to walk away?

Are you kidding me? You're going to be fucking kidding me. Am I kidding you?

Yeah. I think you're kidding me. Fucking liar.

Come on, man. Why didn't you tell me you were laundering money in a casino? We

got history, brother. We got history.

We got history. It ain't all good either. You know what the history is.

starting to believe 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, you sound like a five -year -old. You did it to yourself.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Did you kill my dad?

Your father provided you useful.

They're 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,

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 friends there will give you a ride.

One more thing.

When dealing with the Stantons, watch your back.

Joe! Art, are you okay?

I was calling the office, but it kept going to voicemail. I'm working from

today, in a way.

It appears I've developed an allergy to paraffin -based candles.

That's a bummer.

How'd your discourse with Randall Cain go?

enlightening as you might say he tried to pin the whole thing on princess

stanton i suspect heather stanton will not be expecting to hear that i'm

to her house to break the news speaking of houses did you ever run those plates

oh hit fuck i

got a flat i'll call you back

God damn it.

I need to talk to you. Oh, my God. Jill, what happened?

Someone's trying to kill me.

Your parents?

Prentice and Evelyn Stanton.

A social event not to be missed.

Where are they now?

My father's semi -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.

Kane thinks your father was laundering money through the casino.

No, he was cleared of all charges.

I know you're worried 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 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.

I could get used to this.

Where's the antenna? I can't see.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, my God.

It's a very good one.

They're gone.

I think we should hold off talking to your father.

Why?

I got another song to turn.

Sorry.

I have to go.

Do you have security at the office?

No, just at night.

Bring on a day shift.

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

Cain? I had to debrief with my client first.

Jo, I know your client is Heather Stanton. It's literally my job to know

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

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 them.

I know I asked you to stay away from her, but when I go to Stanton's

Can you do one of your stakeouts and make sure my mom doesn't get any

visitors?

Sure, ma 'am.

Be careful, Joe.

Where are your security

guards?

I sent him home.

Why did you do that?

Because you said you were five minutes away.

I changed my mind.

I'm going to 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 Cain took my money?

Maybe.

Do you ever remember your father mentioning my father while her baby?

No.

Why?

He worked at the Oasis when your father and Cain were partners.

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

I'll tell my father to expect you.

I'll have him make you a boat.

Walter, baby, baby.

Everyone called me Joe, Mr. Stanton.

Jesus.

Thanks a lot.

Thanks for telling me, Joe.

It's dead down.

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 Cain told you, it's not the truth.

The Oasis was a success.

Laundering drug money.

That was just pure greed.

Randall Cain's idea.

I told him I didn't want to be 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.

Why 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

or anybody.

Orders from me? Yeah. Here, I'm stepping back. Don't take any orders. That's

fine. The government's going to give you the fucking orders. That's right. I'll

drink to that. The government. Oh, really? Yeah, yeah. The government. Is

some sort of threat? And why are you mad?

Why are you really mad? Why am I mad? Yeah. You're killing me here.

I'm killing you here. Yeah, you're killing me here. Oh, you fucking

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 Cain would want my dad killed?

I mean, I've always had a mind to speak.

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 do the apple fall?

That's not what I do.

Everybody's got a price.

Did the FBI get my dad to flip on Randall Cain?

Did Princess Stanton tell you that?

Rick, this is not how quid pro quo work.

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. Hey, 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 been 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 timeout. Joe. Joe, come on, Joe.

God damn it. Joe!

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.

Do 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

me think either he knew Wendell had something to hide or he knew he was

dead. Cain certainly knew Wendell, but he said he didn't know Marco.

Here we are. Looks like you're headed to 417 Flower Hill Street.

What's going on? A guy was found dead in his office.

Christ's art!

I love your hair. I love your hair.

So, does that mean I'm officially over my time out? The bastard

killed Art.

What? Marco Leon 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.

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

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 Leon's rap sheet.

Colorful, ain't it?

Drugs, human trafficking, even everything.

They all need their money cleaned. There's no better place to do it than a

casino.

And Cain owns a casino.

All we need Cain 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 it received. Easy peasy.

Okay. We should arrive at the Oasis separately, so I'll be a little behind

Joe.

You holding up?

I have to.

Thanks for asking.

See you later.

I'm home.

Mr. Stanton, you're on.

Oh, no.

Tiffany!

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 interview?

Mr. Kane?

Joe Baby's here to see you.

Yes, sir.

Follow me.

FBI, get me to the old ways of the ASAP.

Drive to the fucking fountain if you have to.

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. 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.

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

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.

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.

It's dead.

Always a 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.

Done.

Want a drink?

No, thanks.

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

Now that Kane's dead, it's going to 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?

Who 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 King, which is where you came in.

All we had to do was convince you that Randall King was the bad guy.

He'd do all the work.

Let me guess.

There's no stolen $10 million.

No.

No.

When it comes to my money, I got eyes in the back of my head, so... We needed a

big enough reason to get you invested in the case.

Ain't even a bigger reason to want to kill Randall King.

You killed Wendell to get me hooked.

And had Marco take shitty pot shots and blow up my boat.

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

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.

It's a bundle up, Joe.

Sweetheart.

He's 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.

You didn't really think that we were going to sail off into the sunset

did you?

Could have been nice.

You're just too good for me, Jo.

Joe, how is he, Ken?

Don't worry about me.

Just worry about you.

Sorry. Joe.

Oh, 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.

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.

Kane is going to make a full recovery.

Only unfinished business is who killed your father.

Like Kane said, the list is long.

Well, the FBI can live with not knowing if you can't.

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? Bad luck to change the name of a boat.

So I'm stuck with it?

Afraid so.

Thanks, Rick.

The FBI could use a woman like you, Joe.

What would they want with someone like me?

After you were charged.

And give me a call.

It's a new dawn. It's a new day.

It's a new life for me.

And I'm feeling good.

Dragonfly out in the sun. You know what I mean, don't you know?

Butterflies all having fun.

You know what I mean.

in peace when day is done. That's what I mean.

And this old world is a new world and a bold world for

me.

God,

when you shine, you know how I feel.