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Open 15.

Hey. Get up.

You got a visitor.

Look alive,

Beckett. I'm Father James Morris, one of the chaplains here.

How are you feeling today?

Cheesecake? No, thank you.

You know, I ordered vanilla, and they brought me chocolate.

Kill me now.

So, Father, appreciate you coming down here, but I'm fine.

Well, forgive me, but most people in your position feel a bit differently.

Well, I'd argue most people in my position, most people in general lack my

sense of clarity, presence of mind.

I don't mean to overstep, but this may be the last opportunity you have to

speak to anyone.

Is there nothing you'd like to share?

You know why I'm here, right? I know a little.

Well, it's not true.

The real story, it's much more impressive.

Well, you want to tell me about it? Well, I should warn you, it's a tragedy.

And it doesn't even start with me.

Funny enough, starts with someone else.

And by that, I mean my mother, Mary Estella Redfellow, longtime resident of

Huntington, Long island, an heiress to a family fortune, valued then at 18,

19 billion US dollars.

Now, there's a rumor out there that money doesn't buy happiness.

Dead wrong.

Money does buy happiness.

We're all adults here.

Let's move on.

I'm told that the night she met my father was a night like any other.

And by that, I mean she was young, rich.

What could ever go wrong?

What time is it? Oh, my God.

What? Oh, my God.

I have to go right now.

What are you doing? Okay.

I applaud you for telling us.

That being said, I think you know what has to happen.

I'm 18, tragically.

No, this should be my decision.

This should be me.

All right.

Can either get rid of it or do what you like, but not here, not under this

roof.

In this way, she went from being Mary Redfellow of Huntington, New York, to

Mary Redfellow of Belleville, New Jersey.

My father saw me only once, which was enough to give him a pulmonary

embolism right there at Jersey City Memorial Hospital.

My mother was left alone to work at the Newark Department of Motor Vehicles.

Pretty soon, she told me something important.

We may have been kicked out of the family, but we weren't kicked out of the

inheritance. See, my grandfather had drawn up an irrevocable trust to avoid

paying estate taxes.

It meant that the fortune, the whole thing, the real estate, the boats, the

planes, an island or two, would be passed down to the next one, oldest in

line, no matter what.

And me being the youngest, I might inherit the entire thing someday.

Assuming I outlive the others.

I just had to wait for all of them to die.

Now, a single mother doing it all herself.

You might assume life was tough, but I'll tell you now, despite our

financial handicap, she made sure I had all the culture, class and style of

a high born young man.

That was the first time.

The first time I saw her.

Julia Steinway.

Right off I could see we were the perfect match.

Clearly, I wasn't wrong.

This was without a doubt a girl of great social bearing.

Tastes, charm.

What's next? Big one.

I was in the right place.

What are you doing here? Your mom invited me.

Where do you live? Belleville Township.

Do you live on the street? What? I heard people there live on the street.

I don't live on the street.

And I mean, I won't be there forever because I'm supposed to here a lot of

money or something.

So. A lot of money, huh? You're trying to impress me.

It's okay if you are.

Next. We have lot of large scale.

It's all right, everyone.

It's okay.

Lyle, can you see.

Just let her play.

Hey, Beckett, can you come with me?

Oh. My mother was young, which is why she hadn't paid attention to the

symptoms at first.

Doctors either.

And the family.

I'm sure they knew.

Sure they could have helped.

But nothing.

Not one single word.

Beckett, this is all wrong.

What's all wrong? You should have more than this.

Something was taken from you.

I want you to promise me something.

Will you do that? Okay.

Promise me that you won't quit until you have the right kind of life.

Until you have the kind of life that you deserve to have.

That I raised you to have.

Can you do that for me?

The right kind of life.

What did she mean by that?

Her final request was to be buried at the Redfellow Mausoleum on the family

plot in Huntington.

When no answer came, she arrived at her final resting place just off the

parkway in East Orange.

When Jesus tells us I am the way, the truth and the life.

He who has faith.

In that moment, I made up my mind right then and there.

I would go straight to the source and demand my rightful place at my

rightful home.

Sam,

We hope this finds you well.

After that, I enjoyed a brief and colorful tour of the New Jersey foster

care system.

As for Julia, I saw her less and less until finally, never at all.

And I had to wonder, if we crossed paths again, who would I be? A great

success or no?

Anyway, many years later, I found myself working a perfectly respectable

job. Job.

The kind where you wear A suit to the office every day.

Morning. You're early.

Sir, why don't you jump on that order from uptown, please? Upper West.

I still kept track of the red fellows and the estate.

Sadly, their mortality rate was in irritatingly low.

And I'd pretty much accepted that I'd never see a penny of the fortune.

Not in this lifetime anyway.

And maybe that was fine.

Beckett. No fucking way.

Wow. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hi. Yeah.

Wow. I can't believe it's you.

Can't believe it's me either.

Wow. What's with the.

Are you in the Secret Service? Yes.

Yeah. Can't really talk about it.

So are you living in the city now? Yeah, I do.

I do a little.

Little outside of it.

Oh. Are you still in.

What was it? Belleville Township? Right.

You're still there.

How about you? Are you.

Are you still in Montclair? Yeah.

I was in London for a while, and then Dubai.

But now I'm back in the old country.

Wow. Well, I mean, I.

I'd love to properly catch up if.

Want to grab a drink sometime? That'd be great.

But timing.

Sort of just the timing.

Sure. It is great to see you.

I'm glad you're still like this.

Like. Like what? Just like yourself.

Oh. Whatever happened to the Redfellow family fortune? I'll inherit it

someday. Well, call me when you've killed them all.

Beckett. Inside there.

Beckett. Do you remember Beckett from school? Of course.

He.

Promise me that you won't quit until you have the right kind of life.

Life.

There were seven of them.

Seven red fellows walking the earth while my mother lay cold in the ground

and I lived in a duplex.

If I were to prune a few branches of the family tree, where would I start?

Taylor, Exeter.

Redfellow. Broker at his father's financial service firm.

My cousin wasn't just easy to find.

He was hard to avoid.

Once you got anywhere near the financial district.

Even if I did it, how would I do it? And what then? Would I collapse in

regret? Turn myself in? Let's face it.

Who am I kidding? I couldn't possibly be capable of something like that.

No. Let me grab you for a minute.

I don't.

I don't think I understand.

We just think you might be happier if I transferred to Jersey City.

It's closer to where you live.

They have parking.

Parking? Are you talking about the shipping center? All right.

Vic's kid dropped out of school.

You're giving my job to the owner's 19 year old kid? I'm not doing anything

man, this wasn't my idea.

I don't want to work in a warehouse.

It's inconvenient for me, too.

Okay? Help me out, Daryl.

Please. I'm good at this.

I work hard, I show up.

I know, I know.

Shouldn't that sort of thing be rewarded?

We are not there.

We are.

Ridiculous. Holy.

Come on, d.

You going to do it? Ready? Come on.

I'm ready.

Let's go.

I'm.

Me. Yeah.

Pick it up.

You're still poor, asshole.

Just like before.

My cousin was easy to find.

I didn't have a plan exactly, but the proverbial and literal doors were wide

open.

Could this be my opportunity to get Taylor alone? At this point, I could

have gone home.

And maybe I would have on a different day.

But as the Bible says, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single

step. Does the Bible say that? No.

Oh.

Oh, thank God.

We put low ethanol in the engine.

Get the anchor, call bay watch Called evil.

My boat.

Timeout. I gotta take a minute, think this through, process what I'm

actually doing here, and if I'm carrying this out.

Wait. Who are you? I'm Beckett,

By God.

Was that it? Was it that easy? I hate to say yes, but it is true.

And if the whole thing gave you a strange thrill, I guess you and I have

something in common.

Anyway, can you believe I attended the funeral?

Excuse me.

Are you worn Redfellow? Yeah, that's right.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thanks. I'm not sure I.

Not sure I know your name.

I'm Beckett, Mary's son.

I'm your nephew.

You're fucking with me.

18 years old.

She had the guts to stand up to the son of a bitch.

None of us could have done it.

Not me, at least.

I should have kept in better touch, been part of her life.

Part of your life? I wish I would.

Got a chance to know Taylor.

He seemed like a.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.

Don't apologize.

Really? You know who did it to him,

huh?

I assure you that's not the case.

I wasn't there when he was coming up, and I knew damn well he was going off

the handle with the cards and the prescription.

Anyway. What do you do, Beckett?

Oh, yeah.

It's been in the family since LaGuardia was in office.

I think every financial crisis for the last hundred years started in the

boardroom. I was here for two of them.

All right.

Welcome to the inner sanctum, Eric.

Take a seat.

This is nice.

I got this bottle from Dick Cheney.

Better be Good.

You know we got Taylor's spot done.

Stuff. Jarrison.

Keep your head down, ears open.

Yeah, I'm not even remotely qualified.

No shit.

It's nepotism.

I just don't.

He wasn't even remotely qualified either.

Neither was I at one point.

Guess the question is, would it be right? Beckett, truth is, I should have

helped you out a long time ago, and I didn't.

So let me do it now.

This was never the plan,

but I did need a job.

Other than that, you just gotta save your receipts.

Alright, you don't do it, then I can't help you.

This is your home for the next while.

Okay? Get going.

Hey, man, you already got this on email, but here's the hard copy.

It goes up to 543, so you should be able to hit 700 by close, right? You

can't let that ring.

You gotta answer it.

Answer it.

Hello. How do you.

How do you answer the blue one? The blue? Yeah.

There's no blue.

No, it didn't do that.

Now, I won't bore you with the details, but I will say this.

The wealthiest people in New York don't actually make any money whatsoever.

They keep a percentage of what other people make, which is a far more

adaptable way of living and one better suited to my overall disposition.

It's all liquid.

I'm talking about debt.

In the first week alone, I learned the language.

Collateral dividend deduction, kicker, bailing, bootstrapping, closure,

clawback, lying, cheating, tailing, trickery.

I finally had a real job, and I could use the education.

Education? I might have a fortune of my own to manage someday soon enough.

Someday soon enough.

Hello. This is Beckett Redfellow, the new hire at W and R.

Apologies. Who's asking? Hope this isn't a bad time.

No, no, I.

How is married life? We just got back from our honeymoon.

Greece, Maldives, Florida.

Oh.

Remember that time you asked me out last year? You were folding khaki pants,

looking sad and pathetic.

Doesn't ring a bell.

I didn't mind.

You know, in case you felt embarrassed.

You could even try again sometime.

See what happens.

Try, try again.

See what happens.

Do you want to.

You want to grab a drink sometime? Well, no.

I'm married.

No, I, I.

No, I, I know.

I mean, I just did.

I hope we run into each other sometime soon.

I always get so much out of it.

Anyway, who's next? Be like me.

Hello, Internet.

I'm Noah Redfellow.

This is my domicile.

And like, what would you say are the main struggles as an artist these days,

probably like, imposter syndrome.

Okay? Not me for myself, but, like, from other people about me, where

they're like, he's not.

He's like, you're bullshit.

Whatever. And it's like, no, dude, that's fucking imposter syndrome.

Do you have a day job? A day job, yeah.

Artist.

Now, I can't say I was a professional at this point, but I had a bit more

confidence than the first time around.

Enough to know that you can, in fact, get away with murder and even get

rewarded for it.

Super voyeuristic, right? Like, the artist, you know, is making us an

accomplice, making us complicit.

It's just so genius.

The artist, huh? Yeah.

I'm sorry to ask this.

You're not.

You're not no red fellow, are you? I don't know.

Am I? Oh, I'm just.

Just a huge fan.

Yeah. I get a lot of.

I try not to come around too much on Fridays because, you know, people be on

me. Yeah, no, no, I don't want to bother you.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

You know.

You know what I mean? Like, this next part may sound kind of crazy.

I think you and I actually may be cousins.

What? So you grew up in Newark? Newark, yeah.

Nice. Dude, that is grimy as fuck.

I mean, sure.

Yo, do you develop? What? Do you develop? You like your photos? Oh, no, not

really. No, man, you gotta develop.

It drives me f.

Crazy, you know? No one develops, and it's like, okay, if you're totally

broke. Yeah, I get it.

Or if you don't have space.

Oh, fuck.

Okay. Kick that beer.

Kick the beer.

Yeah. Kick the beer.

Go ahead.

Yeah, yeah.

Nice. Dude, that's us.

We're all just fucking drunk girls at a party.

We don't know what's going on.

Huh? This whole shit was made by a company in Lithuania out of recycled

toothbrushes or tanks, tampons or.

It's medical.

You smoke? No.

I'm dying,

Yo. You really want to know what we're doing up here? What? I got the old

lady thinking I quit this shit in April, but I obviously did not.

And so now I'm just in a shack like the fucking unit bomber, just smoking,

you know, shit.

It's all fun and games until they turn 30 and then they start asking for

shit, Right? Am I right? For sure.

Yeah, for sure.

That's what I'm saying.

Fuck. Speak of the devil.

Um, you could keep a secret, right? We're family.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey. I thought you weren't coming Home till later.

Nice to see you too, babe.

Come on, man.

What? It was literally like one or two buffs.

Two buffs.

That's literally all it was.

Because I was.

I had to because I was showing Beckham this dude right here.

I met him at the show and he's my cousin, apparently.

What? He's my fucking cousin.

Hey, I'm Ruth.

Beckett. His name is Beckett, not Beckham.

I'm sorry.

Yo, I'm so hungry, I could literally eat.

Sparrow, can we order something? Yeah, come on.

He's just gonna try and photograph you naked, so don't do that.

So you work in finance? Yeah, I, I, I do.

Why? What do you mean? I, I just mean, do you like it or.

Sure, I think so.

Suspiciously long pause.

That's hard work.

It's. It's gonna pay off at some point.

I like that.

Oh, what happened to them? What happens when it pays off? Right? It pays

off. Right.

But what happened? What is happening? We're just.

You're being weird with our guests.

No, I'm just.

I'm sorry.

I'm curious.

No, no.

You're being weird.

It mustn't be weirder.

I guess we're having a conversation.

You're being a weird dude.

She's from Philadelphia.

So what do you do? I work in denim.

She saw Cardi B naked once.

Right. Tell me.

Okay, for the record, I am changing careers.

I'm actually.

I'm getting my teaching credential right now.

Teaching High school lit.

High school is not lit.

She's gonna make me wake up at 6am every morning because of her alarm.

And then I will microwave of my own head to kill myself just to get some

relief. Okay, so high school lit.

What books will you teach? What do you.

Dickens? Conrad.

Okay. Tale of Two Cities.

David Copperfield.

Only you must know that the actual title of the book is not David

Copperfield. The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observations

of David.

David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery, which he never meant

to publish on any account.

Are you guys having a virgin off? What the fuck is this? I'm David

Copperfield with a nerd.

I'm a nerd.

I cut off my dick.

I don't use it anymore.

Guys, I gotta go.

I just realized I hate both of you.

It was nice to meet you.

You as well.

Do you want to come back for dinner on Thursday? We're having a group

dinner. Sure.

Cool. Okay.

Bye. We'll text you.

This was a new situation altogether because, let's face it, the first time

I'd Gotten lucky.

This time I would need a plan.

Real plan.

What? It's a goddamn, you know, time bomb.

Yeah, it is.

San Francisco is the worst city in the United States.

It's pretentious.

There is no there there.

Gentrified. There's too many arts.

I think it's a great place.

If you have kids.

You have the ocean, you've got the mountains.

You want kids? I don't know.

Maybe. Cool.

I get it.

What about you? Kids? Yeah.

Oh. I mean, I don't hate kids, but.

Wait, I.

I hate kids.

I hate kids.

I hate them.

I mean, you know, not like Eastern European kids.

Like. Like.

Well, they're very quiet because they're traumatized.

And they work very hard, I think.

How? What do you mean? Like, sun exposure? You said.

The whole thing was simple enough in theory.

Add sulfur and potassium chloride to photographic stop bath, and you've

essentially made dynamite.

Might. They'd think poor Noah made a bad choice in cleaning supplies, such

as the bottle they'd find under the kitchen sink right behind the vinegar.

The final ingredient would be a single spark, and no one would ever question

where that came from.

Where's. What's his name? Yeah, I'll check.

I'll check.

Oh, no, no.

Let me check.

I love that guy.

Okay. What.

What is his name, though? Beckett.

Beckett. Yeah.

Your bagel.

Good day.

Whoa. He caught me.

Caught you doing what?

I'm sorry.

Couldn't help myself.

Bagel. I know.

You just had to have it.

I had to have it.

It's too good, huh? Two bagel, love white Basquiat.

Okay. Sounds good.

Thank you so much.

Thank you for coming.

Yeah. Great seeing you.

Good to see you.

I didn't know any better.

Say you're trying to get me alone.

That's a little outrageous, by the way.

The timing and.

We fall for each other, the boyfriend ends up dead.

Might as well call the sheriff myself.

But the clock was set, and it was about eight minutes later when.

Do you have any sympathy lilies?

I wanted nothing more than to pick up where we left off, but I had to give

her time.

Making a move too quickly would be pretty ungentlemanly, given the

situation. And surely she needed some time to recover and.

Shit. Hi.

Hi. Is it Beckett? Yes.

I'm Agent Penfield.

I'm with the FBI.

This is my partner, Agent Matthews.

Hi. How you doing? Great.

So you are an heir to the estate, is that correct?

The Red Fellow estate? No, not to my knowledge.

Not that you're aware of.

Oh. My mom, she.

I guess she grew up a Redfellow.

They had a falling out.

But you came to the funeral.

Oh, my friend.

To Noah, I was.

God, yeah.

Yeah, I was friends with Noah.

So you're not set to inherit anything? I work a 9 to 5 like you guys.

If I.

If I were set to inherit with $10 billion, I think I'd change my hours.

Me too.

Sorry. Do you mind if I ask what this is all about? Sure.

When two family members die like this in a row, the Bureau has certain

protocols.

Okay.

Y' all know what they say.

You gotta be the mean son of a bitch on the block.

Well, here I am, talking about a kid who got himself off the floor by being

a decent human being.

Started at the mail desk 10 months ago.

I think some of you gave him shit, by the way.

Lucky I'm not naming names, Johan, but seriously, we all like it when a good

guy makes a little progress.

Anyway, my man, he's got a client already, so let's get back to work, huh?

You can take your drinks with you.

I won't tell the boss.

I promise.

Tell me something.

Does he really think you got here by hard work? Here's nephew, for Christ's

sake. I want to invite you to stay, but I have a client.

I am your client.

I need a loan.

You know, my husband inherited his father's brokerage, but he didn't inherit

his father's talent for running a brokerage.

I didn't know how bad the bleeding had gotten because he never told me.

So now I'm here and I'm not telling him.

You know this isn't a bank, right? Well, this would be a special case,

wouldn't it? How much do you need? Not a fortune.

But enough.

Well, I have relationships.

I can go through the proper channels.

We'd have to do a background check.

Sounds so official.

What did you have in mind? I don't know.

Maybe something under the table.

Julia. Mm.

I don't.

I just love the office.

By the way, those are my keys.

Look, we should talk again.

And I wouldn't wait too long.

The opportunity might grow legs and walk out the door.

Just one more thing, though.

Have you heard about the Redfellows? What about them? Taylor, Noah.

I wonder who's next.

If I were you, I might be nervous.

I'll expect to hear from you.

Until then, I'm sure you'll make a killing.

There's probably nothing either way.

My style of murder so far had very little style at all.

I needed to be more careful.

Hey, Ethan.

Yes, sir? Weird question.

You look a 40 regular.

Am I.

What?

Oh, my God.

My God.

The next Red fellow in line was a true outlier.

I mean, they were all extreme personalities, but only one had managed to

build something like this.

Whatever this was.

Does he interfere with your will? No, no, no.

Does capital H, he do all the work for you? No.

You gotta will your own right? Guess why.

That's the way he made you.

Now, two was a coincidence.

Three, that would be a pattern.

That's yours.

But Stephen Redfellow had no shortage of enemies.

The man had been indicted in two different countries for money laundering.

And let's not forget the lawsuit with his former business manager,

Crossroads, yet again.

So if Steven ended up in a dumpster somewhere, perhaps it would be God's

will.

Look, nobody doesn't call you for three days and thinks you're a priority,

okay? No, no, they're pulling our leg.

Yeah, that's cause they're in real estate, Jason.

All right, look, I gotta bounce.

I will hitch back later, all right? All right.

Peace. Woo.

I just get so freaking hyped on first Sundance, right? Oh, come on.

Oh, Ben Johnson, Midwest Christian magazine.

Come on, I know who you are.

Please, have a seat.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry we couldn't sit down.

Last month I was actually in Korea.

We're opening a church over there.

So exciting stuff, Korea.

It's a magical place.

Magical people, complicated tax laws.

I think our readers just want to know the man behind the movement.

Let's do it.

Let's do it.

You want to start with the photos? Sure.

Yeah. Can you tell me about this one right here? Okay.

That's me and the president of Armenia.

President of Panama.

The church has been lucky to make some good friends over the years.

That is me with El Chapo.

Super interesting dude, if you actually, I don't know, talk to him.

But Chris barbecued me for that one too.

I'm not sure if you know this, but I'm from like a kind of a well known

family. I don't know, it just means people are always trying to knock me

down, you know, take me out the game.

I just always tell myself it's nothing my buddy JC didn't have to do with,

right? It's like, don't hate on me just because my dad's a big deal or

whatever, right? Amen.

Yeah, you get it.

You else got it.

Mayor of Kyoto.

God put it on my heart to open a church there too.

And he gave me this.

Look at that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Here, feel it.

Feel tip.

Feel how sharp that is.

Feel it.

Come on.

You Gotta feel it.

Okay. That's right.

Just touch it.

Ow. Ow, ow.

Yeah, it's like razor sharp, right? So sharp I gave you a shave from all the

way over here, right? Well, shaved this morning, so.

I knew it was you.

I knew it was before you walked in the door.

See, Ben Johnson retired eight months ago.

So your other victims might have been too dumb to put it together, but not

me. You don't get out of here until you come clean.

Come clean what? Come on.

Come on, let me hear it.

Hear what? What do you want? The truth? Come on now.

Let that shit out.

Look, I think you have me confused with someone else.

I know everything.

Say it.

What? What do you want me to say? What do you want me to.

Give it to me.

Come on.

Hey. Okay.

Okay. Come on.

Okay. Get it out there in the air.

Exercise that shit.

Okay. Okay.

I lied.

I lied.

I lied.

I'm not pen shots.

You're not, are you? Who are you beckoned? I'm beckoned.

I'm your cousin.

What'd you just say?

I'm your cousin.

You're not from the Post.

You're not writing a hit piece.

You're not that guy.

What?

Oh,

Okay. This is embarrassing.

I just get so paranoid with this job, you know, it's.

Oh, man, I should know.

We were family.

It's like looking in a freaking mirror.

Something's a little off with that.

Did you know that tropane alkaloids are an active ingredient in most pre

workout supplements? If you have too much of the stuff, you might have a

massive heart attack.

And by too much, I mean about 1500 milligrams.

Then the last thing the church wanted was an investigation.

I'm sure you know all about that.

Anyway,

Finally I was getting somewhere, wasn't I? Promise me that you won't quit

until you have the right kind of life.

Can you keep a secret? Surprisingly well, actually.

I was gonna break up with him that weekend, and now he's gone.

And I know I'm supposed to feel, like, devastated, but I.

I don't.

I don't.

Yeah. Feel what you're supposed to feel.

Does that make me a terrible person? No.

I think it makes you honest.

I don't know.

I think I'm still going to hell.

You're talking to a guy who works on Wall Street.

Oh, you're definitely going to hell.

Do you want to grab dinner this week? Yes, my office can grab us a

reservation at the Modern.

It's midtown.

I've never been there, but I hear it's great.

Yeah. Or we could keep it simple and cook something.

Yeah, simple.

I love simple.

I know.

Dramatic, right? What are you doing? What are you doing? We had an

agreement. First off, how did you get my apartment? I took a key.

Right in front of you.

No, I remember.

Two calls, two emails, Nothing back.

I've been occupied.

With what? Occupations? Go on.

Come on.

How long have we known each other? Quite some time.

So you should be able to tell me anything.

I'll go first.

We're flat broke.

My husband lied to me for years and he's an absolute coward.

Now you go.

I have nothing to tell you.

I would never judge.

For what?

That would sour things between us, wouldn't it?

I don't like it sour.

I like it sweet.

Oh, my God.

Julian, I'm.

What? You have to go.

Are you kidding me? Sorry.

I'm sorry.

What the hell? Sorry.

Hey. Hi.

It's a bit of a culinary disaster in there.

Oh. Oh, no.

Everything okay? Do you want to go out to eat? Yeah, sure.

Great.

They're students.

I love them.

But. Tell me about it.

They all want to be millionaires, but none of them want an actual job.

We all gotta have a dream, right? I get it.

But thank you.

Thank you.

I mean, I think it's.

I think it's good to want more.

Okay. Gun to your head.

What would you even do with a billion dollars? Why do you have a gun to my

head? Answer the question.

Get those chopstick guns out of my face.

Answer the question.

I don't know.

I take you to a better restaurant.

Working in fashion was my lifelong goal.

Right. Like I had tunnel vision.

And now all I can think about is the time I put in.

What? We shouldn't chase what we want.

The thing is, I think I knew the whole time.

Knew what? That I didn't like it.

Then I might be happier making shit money and having a cactus garden.

It's just scary to dream small.

Nobody teaches us how to do that.

Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt, but at this point, you met someone.

You had a good career.

Was that not enough? Enough what?

Look, it wasn't lost on me.

I had a good job, a budding romance.

Maybe I should hit pause on the systematic killing of my entire family.

Reservation at Manila's.

Friday. Friday.

Get out of here.

No way.

It's me again.

And you're not answering again.

I wouldn't ignore me much longer.

Something bad might happen.

But how could I quit now? I mean, not even one had been investigated as a

murder. Was I that good? Maybe I was that good.

Of Course, by this point, the family had realized that something was up.

Take my Aunt Cassandra.

She had gotten sort of famous for adopting like 11 kids from 11 different

countries. And they spoke 11 different languages around the house.

I am on the phone.

We can see that, right? Do we know phone or do I need to tattoo it on my

fucking forehead? She heard about the deaths in the family and got a laser

based security system installed in all four of her houses.

But there wasn't a security system at the Blessings of the Desert Day Spa

where she spent every Tuesday afternoon.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

We're offering complimentary teeth whitening services until 5 o' clock.

If you're interested.

I have some literature on the process safety information.

I didn't come here to read.

Blessings. The special ingredient was carbamide peroxide, which is so close

to the acidic agent found in teeth whitener that the police thought she must

have bought an off brand batch during her last adoption trip to Cambodia.

It was tingling.

Then there's my uncle.

MacArthur. Sir, you got about a 30 knot wing coming out of the north

northwest, just so you know.

Thanks, but I think I can handle some goddamn wind.

Chief. This guy owned like half the National Air and Space Museum.

And while the rest of us were planning a long weekend to Key west, he was

planning an actual trip to the actual moon.

MacArthur, what do you say to the critics who see you spending $50 million

to fly to space when half your employees don't have health insurance? 50?

More like 90.

Look, if I could do this kind of thing for cheap, I would, but it's

incredibly expensive.

Gas stop.

Yes, sir.

Rock. Yes, sir.

Where's my coffee, by the way? Lock and load.

All it took was a laminated pass and a shirt from the mall.

Charlie is 17.

You are very well open.

1500 square feet, three bedrooms.

Doorman. You ever have a doorman before? Barely had a door.

Changes your life.

I'm not even joking around.

This is original marble from Italy.

And if you look out there, that's what you pay the money for.

So, would you want to live here with me? I know it's a little fast, but I'd

really like to have you here.

I love it, actually, if I'm being honest.

Yeah, I love that too.

I know the place is a lot, but Warren's gonna give me a bridge loan and the

neighborhoods appreciate it.

Hey. Hey.

I liked you when you lived in Newark and took the bus.

You know that, right?

What?

Nothing. By the way, I can fire you at any time, but I won't so to continue

with this story.

And he's.

And he's like, what are you talking about? Where are you? It was like, I'm

in Island Park.

No. As for the next Red fellow in line, you can probably guess who it was.

But by now, I couldn't imagine lifting a finger against my uncle, much less

doing the man harm.

And by that point, things were going decently well.

The job, living situation.

You were content without the wealth, without the inheritance.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe I was content.

Content enough.

And I suppose I had more important things to think about.

My mom's getting one infidel.

I think we're making the right choice.

By the way, having an engagement party at your home just feels better than

at a bar or something.

I totally agree.

I'm still thinking about your family, all the crazy shit.

Okay, like, I don't mean to obsess, but don't you think that it's.

I'm not even a part of that family.

Whatever's going on, it's got nothing to do with us.

Besides, it's probably over anyway.

What makes you say that?

I don't know.

Just saying it.

Excuse me, Mr.

Redfield. Redfellow.

Beckett. Redfellow.

How you doing today?

Nice office you got here.

I like it.

Just so we understand, you said you're not an heir to the estate, is that

correct? As far as I know.

Well, we did a little research and.

Congratulations.

Wow. I was just a little.

I had no idea.

Can you answer a few questions for us? Yeah, I'm sorry.

I really had no idea.

This is.

Nobody's arguing with you.

Can you tell us where you were in the afternoon of April 10? Would have been

a Sunday.

April. April 10th.

Okay, here we go.

You're fucking kidding me.

He remembers when and where he bought a hot dog.

Is that even him? I don't know.

Can you see what is.

I can't see shit.

Me neither.

All right, follow him.

Rothburn's going down and Bauman's gonna go, too.

They're minutes away.

I guarantee it.

I say we dump whatever we can, cut loose before the markets catch wind.

We can say we were forced into it, which is true.

No. I spent 35 years earning the trust of these shareholders.

I'm not throwing into the sharks in one afternoon.

Oh,

God damn.

Call an ambulance.

Pass me that water, will you?

Listen, I'm not gonna miss words.

You want to chase that rabbit down the wall, huh? Okay.

That money rabbit? Everybody loves a good chase,

and you're good at it.

But here I am, 61 years old and you're the only visitor I got all day.

Go find that person in your life,

whoever it is.

Work at loving them.

I mean, really work.

Cause at the end of the day, it's the only job that pays.

It was in this unhappy moment that I realized an ironic truth.

There was only one left.

And either get rid of it or do what you like.

But not here.

Not under this roof.

And I think you know I have to stand by that man of my word.

One left.

But what use was it to fantasize? I had put all that behind me? Hey, Becky.

Letter for me.

Thanks, Brian.

Hey. He invited me.

What? My grandfather.

To a dinner party at the estate.

Hello? I just.

I thought you said you would never do that.

Never do what? Never meet the guy.

Wait, when is this? Tonight.

It's Friday.

I know.

Friday. Oh, shit.

Ruth. I may not have this opportunity again.

He never sees anyone.

You may not have this opportunity again.

I don't know.

Yeah, you're right.

So be home by 7.

Or you will miss your own fucking engagement party.

Like. Right.

Of course.

Of course.

Okay. I love you, by the way.

I'm gonna call you back.

Package for Mr.

Redfellow.

Remember to breathe.

Very important.

Taylor drowned.

He went to Princeton on swimming scholarship and he drowned.

I became more than a bit suspicious right then.

So I had a little friend follow you.

Aren't those great? I'm really happy I went with black and white.

What do you want? Finish it.

I'm under investigation by the FBI.

And yet here you are.

It's almost as if.

I don't know, they don't quite have a case.

Which is bananas.

Anyway, I will need a down payment.

A what? 300,000 by five o'.

Clock. Shit.

I'm done fucking around.

It's. You gotta be shitting me.

You still have a company checkbook, right? You still have access to the

accounts? Deliver the checks to my husband.

He's in his office in Hoboken waiting on you like a patient little puppy.

You have 30 minutes.

Any longer than that, she'll get a package just like the one I gave you.

Who will get a package? Your little girlfriend.

Who do you think? Cordoza.

High School in Bayside, Queens.

Right. She's in for quite the shock.

For what it's worth, I was hoping for a different arrangement.

Something a bit more fun.

You blew it.

Beckett, right? Yeah.

Call Pritz here in Vienna.

We're gonna sell P and G.

Tell him to name his price.

Call. Am I allowed to do that? What? Stuart.

Uh huh.

I've got him right now.

Yes, ma'.

Am. Headed north on Hanover.

That's North Hanover.

Sir. Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me.

He's just not here.

I don't.

Is that her? I'm here.

I got your checks.

You sociopathic, conniving bitch.

Jesus Christ, Beckett.

This could have been anyone.

Call it off.

Well, just write the checks first, will you? If I want to.

Do Cheer up, Lyle.

About to make a lot of money.

I'm not gonna make any money.

Are you kidding? She's just gonna take it and leave.

I'm not the one she wants anyway.

Way. But you're.

You're really coming up in the world, huh?

Just a little bastard.

Just little bastard from Newark.

I'd already committed embezzlement and assault, so.

It's.

On account of the storm I decided to cancel the festivities tonight.

But I just couldn't turn you down.

Whitelaw. Beckham.

Did you bring an appetite?

So, been working your way up the financial ladder, is that right?

Trying to.

I understand you've come a long ways.

Must have really put in the hours.

Filthy business, though, isn't it? How do you.

Man, come on.

One professional to another, you must have broken a few heads, bumped off

some of the competition.

No. 2 or 3, maybe.

Would you take any of it back? Because this sort of life, it isn't cut out

for everyone, is it?

You know, Makes some people tired, old, lonely, regretful.

But me, I've always felt I know a certain truth.

But the only thing that really hurts us in life is the voice of our own

conscience telling us a story about right and wrong.

If you know how to turn your head just right into the wind, you can make

that voice go down to a whisper.

After a while,

you might never hear it at all.

She was my favorite, by the way.

Sharpers to the bunch.

Always knew what she wanted and willing to fight for it.

Why didn't you help her when she needed it?

You know where this is all going, don't you? Come on.

I want to show you something before Charles brings out the pudding.

Trench gun belong to you? Great, great uncle, World War I.

This. This thing's mortified.

The Germans.

They've never seen anything like it.

Here. Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Draw a bead on something.

Why don't you try this?

Here? Right here.

Sam,

Better be going.

Where to? Home.

You're almost there.

Well,

you better go quickly then.

Go on and run.

Doors are boarded up from the outside.

Trying to.

Charles made sure.

There's no way out.

Go tire yourself.

Come to my house to kill me.

Must have done it when I gave it a chance.

Believe this.

My final murder was not a murder at all, but a perfectly legitimate act of

self defense.

All right, Sheriff's department's on the way.

Okay. We're just gonna talk to you.

Okay. All right.

All right.

I need to go.

Cause I have.

My engagement party started an hour ago.

Whose engagement party? It's mine.

So you had no relationship with your grandfather? I'd never met him before

tonight. Not even once? Never.

Look, if I'm not legally required to be here, I need to leave.

You're not legal to require to, but I prefer if you stay.

Okay,

Sam.

I'll give you the full explanation.

You're withholding something from me.

You've been withholding something from me.

So right now you have to tell me what's up or I'm out.

Sometimes in life, you gotta take a deep breath, come clean to the person

you love.

This was not one of those times.

I only told her what she'd see on the news.

My grandfather was gone.

And as for the fortune, well,

Sa.

The right kind of life, this had to be it, right? Sure, she had a few

misgivings, but we could handle that later.

I was rich.

And being rich is even better than you imagine.

You know, I mentioned earlier, this is a tragedy.

Still is.

Donald McNamara, my wife.

Such a pleasure.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Nancy Dillard.

The Dillards.

Nice to meet you.

Megan Penfield, FBI.

Hello.

Can you shut that door behind you, please?

We got to be uncouth, but this is heroically bad timing.

Yeah. You're under arrest.

I need you to stay calm and cooperate.

I'm under arrest? For what? For murder.

Of who? Lyle Archdale.

Wait. Wait.

I love you.

Can you believe it? After all this, I'd go down for a killing I didn't even

commit. Now, we want to point out to listeners that Beckett Redfellow

crossed state lines, which is why his trial is unfolding in federal court,

where murder can still mean capital punishment for citizens of New Jersey.

As we can see from these security tapes, Mr.

Redfellow burst into the office at approximately 5:03pm and then emerged

just four minutes later, which is consistent with the estimated time of Mr.

Archdale's death.

Now, we've heard from the coroner that he estimates the time of death

between 5:06 and 5:15pm and we've heard from the eyewitness in the hallway

who positively identifies Mr.

Redfell. Sir, can you confirm that this is the murder weapon? I can confirm

that it is, yes.

And did you Find the defendant's fingerprints on the murder weapon.

I did.

Yes. How certain are you that these are his fingerprints? I'm 100%, sir.

A letter opener.

My entire life because of a letter opener.

You were the first to find your husband's body.

Is that correct? Yes.

Tell me, were you in love with Mr.

Redfellow at the time? Yes.

And he with you?

Beckett, Redfellow has been in love with me his entire life.

I just never thought you would do something like this.

Sorry. Will the defense please rise? Upon the verdict, the jury finds the

defendant, Beckett Redfellow guilty of murder in the first degree as charged

in the indictment.

And that the punishment of death shall be imposed, may the sentence be

recorded by the clerk.

May God rest his soul.

Thank you.

I wish I could find the right words to describe this juncture in my story,

But there are no right words.

There's only time and silence.

Yep. Got a visitor.

You got three minutes.

You must be quite the catch back there.

You got a big day coming up, huh?

Remember that game we used to play as kids? I'd have a secret, and you try

to guess what I'm doing.

I've got something to say.

Say it.

I'll give you a hint.

It involves handwriting.

You're foul.

You're a lump of coal with makeup.

I'd rather die in here than be with you.

I'll give you another hint.

Lyle. When I found him like that, I found something else, too.

And beautifully written.

I made out.

What's with the white.

Are you boys playing doctor back there? Did Lyle leave a note? Is that what

you're saying? Did Lyle leave a note? Lyle wrote a note.

I think I might just leave.

Is that what you're saying? I should be leaving? In the name of all things

holy, you have to release it.

Oh, no.

You want to talk? What do you want? What do you want? What could you

possibly have to offer? No, no, no, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey.

Stop, stop, stop.

I'm sure he's saying you got 25.

Okay, sit down.

Julia. Julia, come here.

Please. Please.

Okay.

What do you want?

Just give me a moment.

I'm gonna die in 24 hours.

You don't want that to happen.

I know you don't want that to happen.

Give me everything.

Sign it over to me.

You need anything else? Got a priest.

Well, that was some hours ago.

And if you're curious why I've been so calm and self assured for a man set

to be executed.

And

it's because I thought our friend Julia might.

Might come through in the end.

Wonder if she's coming.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no

evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest the table before me in the presence of my hands.

Red fellow, you're not going to believe this.

First and foremost, we have absolute faith.

Sa.

All right.

Hey, hey, G.G.

take me back to V hey, hey, G.T.

take me back to V hey or hey, G.G.

take Me Back to.

I think I told you this is a tragedy.

It's not about me, is it? I think it's about you.

With all your values and deep rooted expectations,

you thought this would end differently.

And in a perfect universe, it would have.

But someone once told me that the only thing thing that can hurt us in life

is the voice of our own conscience telling us a story about right and wrong.

If you turn your head just right into the wind, you can make that voice go

down to a whisper.

And after a while, you might never hear it at all.

Hey, hey, G Take me back to everybody.

Hey, hey, g.g.

take me back to ble hey, hey, g.t.

take me back to brb hey, hey, g.g.

take me back to pr.

Is there to.

Everybody.

Hey, hey, gg.