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Open 15.

Hey, get up!

You got a visitor. Look alive.

Becket.

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, um, 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.

Do 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,

it starts with someone else.

And by that I mean, my mother.

...has completely forgotten how to play.

...Mary Estella Redfellow.

Longtime resident of Huntington, Long Island,

an heiress to a family fortune

valued then at 18, 19 billion US dollars.

Thank you.

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. -You gotta go now?

Bye.

What are you doing?

- I have to go. - 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.

You 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.

Breathe.

You're doing well. Breathe.

I can't. No, no.

BECKET My father saw me only once...

Oh, my God!

...which was enough to give him a pulmonary embolism

right there at Jersey City Memorial Hospital.

...a vehicle that we haven't seen before...

My mother was left alone

to work at the Newark Department of Motor Vehicles.

Pretty soon, she told me something important.

In the painting...

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 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...

'Cause they all sound the same once you...

...despite our financial handicap,

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

of a highborn young man.

So when it goes, it goes through the target.

See how much of a difference that makes?

Mmm-hmm. - See?

You just open up your shoulders.

That is so much better.

Okay.

That was the first time...

the first time I saw her.

Julia Steinway.

Right off, I could see we were the perfect match.

And clearly, I wasn't wrong.

This was, without a doubt,

a girl of great social bearing, taste, charm.

What's next? The 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 inherit

a lot of money or something, so...

A lot of money, huh?

Are you trying to impress me?

It's okay if you are.

Next, we have Lyle Archdale!

It's all right. Everyone, it's okay.

Lyle, can you see?

Just keep playing.

Hey, Becket.

Can you come with me?

Well, my mother was young...

which is why she hadn't paid attention

to the symptoms at first.

Doctors either.

And the family, um, I'm sure they knew.

I'm sure they could've helped.

But nothing.

Not one single word.

Becket, this is all wrong.

What's all wrong?

You should have more than this.

Something was taken from you.

And 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.

We are gathered here...

When no answer came,

she arrived at her final resting place

just off the parkway in East Orange.

And Jesus tells us, "I am the way,

"the truth, and the life.

"He who has faith..." Or she indeed...

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.

"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,

the kind where you wear a suit to the office every day.

- Morning. - You're early.

Yes, sir.

Uh, why don't you jump on that order from uptown, please?

Upper West.

I still kept track of the Redfellows

and the estate.

Sadly, their mortality rate was 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.

Becket?

No fucking way!

- Wow. - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Hi!

Yeah. Wow. Oh, my...

I can't believe it's you.

I can't believe it's me either. How...

-Wow. -What's with the, uh...

Are you in the Secret Service or...

Oh.

- Yes. - Yeah.

Can't really talk about it.

So, are you living in the city now?

Yeah, I do. I do.

A little...

- A little outside of it. - Oh.

Um, are you still in...

What was it?

Belleville Township.

- Right. - So...

You're still there?

How about you? Are you...

What, 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'd...

I'd love to properly catch up if...

you want to grab a drink sometime?

That'd be great.

But the timing's sort of, um...

Just the timing.

Sure.

Sure.

It was great to see you.

I'm glad you're still like this.

Like... Like what?

Just like yourself.

Oh, um...

Whatever happened to the Redfellow family fortune?

I'll inherit it.

Someday.

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

Lyle, Becket's inside there.

- Becket? - Do you remember Becket

from school?

Of course he works here.

Promise me that you won't quit...

until you have the right kind of life.

There were seven of them.

Seven Redfellows 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. -Thank you very much.

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.

♪ Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine ♪

♪ Losing my sight Losing my mind ♪

♪ Wish somebody would tell... ♪

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.

Yo, 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. - Darryl.

- Please? - I'm good at this.

-I work hard, I show up. -I know, I know.

Shouldn't that sort of thing be rewarded?

Bro, this is ridiculous!

Holy shit!

Come on, man.

-Are you gonna fucking do it? -I'm fucking ready.

-Come on! -I'm fucking ready!

- Go! - Let's go!

-I'm doing it! -Let's fucking go!

Yeah!

Yeah! Pick it up.

You're still poor, assholes!

- Whoa! - Whoo!

Yeah!

Eat the money!

Hey!

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.

World Star, motherfucker!

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.

They put fucking low ethanol in the engine.

Get the anchor.

Call fucking Baywatch. Call David-fucking-Hasselhoff.

It's my boat.

Ah, fuck.

My helicopter.

That's my jet ski.

Time out.

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 Becket.

Whoa!

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...

Well, I guess you and I have something in common.

Anyway...

can you believe I attended the funeral?

Excuse me.

Are you Warren Redfellow?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm... I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

I'm not sure I, uh...

I'm not sure I know your name.

I'm Becket.

Mary's son. I'm your nephew.

You're fucking with me.

Eighteen years old, she had the guts to stand up

to the son of a bitch.

None of us could've done it. Not me, at least.

I should've kept in better touch.

Been part of her life, part of your life.

I wish I would've gotten a chance to know Taylor.

He seemed like a...

I'm sorry.

-Don't apologize. -It's... No.

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 that he was going off the handle

with the cars and the prescription.

Anyway...

what do you do, Becket?

Oh!

Yeah, it's been in the family

since La Guardia was in office.

I think every financial crisis for the last 100 years

started in the boardroom.

I was here for two of 'em.

All right, welcome to the inner sanctum.

- There, take a seat. - Well, this is nice.

I got this bottle from Dick Cheney.

Better be good.

You know, we got Taylor's spot downstairs and...

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.

I guess the question is...

would it be right?

Becket, truth is, I should've 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,

all right? If 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? - What?

You can't let that ring. You gotta answer it.

Answer it.

Hello? How do you...

- How do you answer it? - The blue one.

- The blue? - Yeah.

-There's no blue. -No, it didn't devalue.

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.

That's all liquid. I'm talking about debt.

In the first week alone, I learned the language.

Collateral, dividend,

-deduction, kicker... -Okay, but I...

...bailing, bootstrapping, closure, clawback,

lying, cheating, tailing, trickery.

I finally had a real job,

and I could use the education.

I might have a fortune of my own to manage

someday soon enough.

Someday soon enough.

Hello?

Is this Becket Redfellow,

the new hire at W&R?

Apologies, who's asking?

I hope this isn't a bad time.

No. No.

Uh, how is married life?

We just got back from our honeymoon.

Wow. 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 wanna...

Do you wanna grab a drink sometime?

Well, no. I'm married.

No, I... No, I... I know. I mean, I just didn't...

But I hope we run into each other sometime soon.

I always get so much out of it.

Let's go! Come on!

Perfect!

Anyway, who's next?

Ooh!

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 full of shit," or whatever.

And it's like, "No, dude."

That's fuckin' 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?

It's 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 Noah Redfellow, are you?

I don't know. Am I?

Oh, I'm just...

- I'm just a huge fan. - Wow.

Yeah, I get a lot of that.

I... I try not to come around too much on Fridays

'cause, you know, people be on me.

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

-I'm sorry. Yeah. -No, no, no. You know...

You know what I mean? Like...

You know, this next part

may sound kinda crazy.

I think you and I actually may be cousins.

- What? - I know.

So... so, you grew up in Newark?

-Newark, yeah. -Nice, dude!

That is grimy as fuck!

I mean, sure.

Yo, do you develop?

-Uh, what? Do I... -Do you...

Do you develop, like, your photos?

Oh, um... No, not... not really.

No, man. You've gotta develop.

It drives me fucking crazy!

You know, no one develops, and it's like, okay,

-if you're totally broke. -Yeah.

Yeah, I get it. Or if you don't have space.

Oh, fuck! Okay, um,

kick that beer.

Kick... kick the beer?

Yeah, kick the beer. Go ahead. Yeah!

- Like... Like that? - 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, uh, recycled toothbrushes or tampons, or...

It's, uh, medical.

You smoke?

-Uh, no. -No?

Ooh, I'm dyin'.

Mm.

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 Unabomber

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... for sure, yeah.

For sure. That's what I'm saying.

Hello?

Mm, fuck. Speak of the devil.

Um...

You can 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.

Oh.

- Come on, man. For real? - What?

It was literally, like, one or two puffs.

- Two puffs? Really? - That's literally

- all it was. - Dude.

Because I was... I had to because I was showing

Beckham, this dude, right here.

Uh, I... I met him at the show,

and he's my cousin, apparently.

- What? - He's my fucking cousin.

Hey. I'm Ruth.

Becket.

His name is Becket, not Beckham. I'm sorry.

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

-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 do.

Why?

What do you mean?

I... I just mean do you like it or...

Uh...

- Sure, I... I think so. - Mmm.

- Suspiciously long pause. - Well, it's hard work.

It's...

It's gonna pay off at some point. I like that.

Oh. What happens then?

What happens when it pays off?

-Right. -It... it pays off.

What?

Right, but what happens?

What is happening?

We're just...

You're being weird with our guest.

No, I'm just... I'm... I'm sorry.

-I'm just curious. -No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, you're being weird.

We mustn't be weird with our guest.

-We're having a conversation. -You're being a weird dude.

-Okay. -She's from, uh, Philadelphia.

-So... -What... What do you do?

I, uh, I work in denim.

She saw Cardi B naked once.

-Right? Tell him. -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 6:00 a.m. every morning

because of her alarm,

and then I will microwave 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.

A Tale of Two Cities?

Uh, David Copperfield.

Well, then you must know that the...

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.

"- I'm just 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.

Well, it was nice to meet ya.

You as well.

Do you wanna come back for dinner on Thursday?

We're having a...

-a group thing. -Sure.

-Cool. -Okay.

- Uh, bye. - Uh...

-I'll... I'll text you. Yeah. -All right.

All right, all right.

Adjustable markets, right? Let's see...

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.

A real plan.

People are gonna figure it out.

- But what? - It's a goddamn,

- you know, time bomb. - Yeah, it is.

San Francisco is the worst city

in the United States.

- Why? - It's pretentious.

There is no there there.

It's gentrified.

There's too many art school drop-outs.

I think it's a great place.

If... if you have kids, you have the ocean.

You've got the mountains.

Do you want kids?

I don't know. Maybe.

Cool. I get it. What about you?

-Kids? Oh. -Yeah.

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

Wait. I hate kids.

- I hate kids. - Yeah.

I hate 'em.

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

- Like, like, like... - Oh, my God. What?

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

and they work very hard, I think.

What?

- Who told you this? - Frankles.

How? What do you mean, like, sun exposure?

The whole thing was simple enough in theory.

Add sulphur and potassium chloride

to photographic stop bath

and you've essentially made dynamite.

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.

Um, where's, um...

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

-I'll check. -Oh, no, no. Let me check.

-I love that guy. -Okay.

What... What is his name, though?

-Becket. Yeah. -Becket?

Yo, Bagel? You fall in?

Whoa.

You caught me.

Caught you doing what?

I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.

- Hey, well... - I know.

You just had to have it.

I had to have it. It's too good.

Well...

"To Bagel...

"Love White Basquiat."

Okay. Okay, sounds good.

- Get home safe. - Bye, guys.

Bye, you guys. Drink water.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thank you for coming.

- See ya later. - Thanks for having us.

- Great seeing you. - Good to see you.

If I didn't know any better...

I'd say you're trying to get me alone.

Mm.

That's a little outrageous, by the way.

The timing.

I mean, 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...

- Excuse me. - Ah, shit.

- Hi. - Hi.

-Is it Becket? -Yes.

I'm Agent Pinfield. 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...

The Redfellow estate?

No. Uh, not to my knowledge.

Not that you're aware of?

Well, my mom, she, um...

I guess she grew up a Redfellow.

They had a falling out. Um...

But you came to the funeral.

Well, I'm a friend of Noah.

Uh, I... I was.

God, I, uh, yeah, I was friends with Noah.

So you're not set to inherit anything?

Look, I... I work a 9 to 5

like you guys. If I...

I mean, if I were set to inherit,

what, $10 billion, I think I'd change my hours.

Me too.

Sorry, do you mind if I ask what...

what this is all about?

Sure. When, um,

two family members die like this in a row

the bureau has certain protocols.

Okay.

You all know what they say,

you gotta be the meanest 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.

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?

You're his nephew, for Christ sake.

I'd 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.

- God. - 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...

Mmm-hmm?

Um, 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 'em?

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.

It was 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.

Are you, like, a 40 regular?

Am I what?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

The next Redfellow 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. Uh-uh.

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 Steven 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.

The crossroads, yet again.

So if Steven ended up in a dumpster somewhere...

perhaps it would be God's will.

...dicking us around. Yeah.

Look, nobody doesn't call you for three days

and thinks you're a priority, okay?

No. No, they're pulling our leg, man.

Oh. Mmm-hmm.

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

All right, look. Uh, I gotta bounce.

I will hit you back later, all right?

All right, peace.

Whoo! I just get so fricken hyped on first Sundays, right?

-Oh, come on. -Oh.

Ben Johnson, Midwest Christian Magazine.

Oh, come on. I know who you are. Please.

Have a seat.

Look, I'm sorry we couldn't sit down last month.

I was actually in Korea.

We're opening a church over there, so it's exciting stuff.

-Korea? -It's a magical place.

Magical people.

Complicated tax laws, so...

I think our readers just want to know

the man behind the movement.

Let's do it!

Let's do it.

Uh, you want to start with the photos?

-Sure. Yeah. -Um...

Can you tell me about this one right here?

Okay. Uh, that's me and the President of Armenia.

President of Panama. Look, 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.

I mean...

But the press barbequed 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 J.C.

didn't have to deal with, right?

It's, like, don't hate on me

just 'cause my dad's a big deal,

or whatever, right?

Amen.

Yeah, you get it. You know who else got it?

Mayor of Kyoto.

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

And he gave me this. Oh.

Look at that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ooh-ah!

Here, feel it. Feel the tip. Feel how sharp that is.

Feel it. Come on. You gotta feel it.

Okay.

That's it, just touch it.

- Wow. Ow. - Right?

Yeah, it's, like, razor sharp, right?

So sharp.

I can give you a shave from all the way over here, right?

Well, I shaved this morning, so...

I know it was you.

I knew it was you before you walked in the door.

See, Ben Johnson retired eight months ago, so...

Your other victims might've 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... what do you want?

The truth. Come on.

You gotta let that shit out. Right?

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

I know everything! Say it!

What do you want me to say?

-What do you want me to say? -Give it to me!

-Come on! Come on! -Hey! Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Get it out there in the air. Exorcise that shit!

Okay, okay, okay. I lied. I lied. I lied.

- I'm not Ben Johnson. Okay. - You're not, are you?

-Who are you? -I'm Becket. I'm Becket.

I'm... I'm your cousin!

What'd you just say?

I'm your...

I'm... 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.

Uh, this is embarrassing.

I just get so paranoid with this job, you know?

It's... Whew!

Whew!

Oh, man. I shoulda known we were family.

It's like looking in a freakin' 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 1,500 milligrams.

And 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.

Not 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.

No. You 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.

Man, 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.

Um, my office can grab us a reservation at The Modern.

Uh, it's midtown. Um...

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 in 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?

Well, that would sour things between us, wouldn't it?

I don't like it sour.

I like it sweet.

Oh, my God. Julia. I'm s...

- What? - You have to go.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - What the hell?

I'm sorry.

You've gotta go.

-Hey. -Hi.

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

Oh. Uh, oh, no. Everything okay or...?

Uh, do you want to go out to eat?

Yeah, sure.

Great.

These students, I love them, but...

Tell me about it.

They all want to be millionaires,

but none of them want an actual job.

They 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'd 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, uh, 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.

That 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.

Uh, sorry, I...

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 Manilla's, Friday?

Friday? Get outta here.

No way.

Becket, it's me again.

And you're not answering... again.

I wouldn't ignore me much longer.

Something bad might happen, muchacho.

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.

CEO.

And now, adoption icon.

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.

Okay, 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, if you'd like.

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.

Then there's my Uncle McArthur.

Sir, you've got about a 30-knot wind

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 at Key West,

he was planning an actual trip to the actual moon.

McArthur, 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?

Fifty? More like ninety.

Look, if I could do this kind of thing for cheap, I would.

But it's incredibly expensive.

- Gassed up? - Yes, sir.

- Spot check? - Yes, sir.

Where's my coffee, by the way?

Here you go.

Lock and load.

All it took was a laminated pass

and a shirt from the mall.

Charlie 17, you are very low, over.

1,500 square feet, three bedrooms, doorman.

You ever have a doorman before?

I barely had a door.

It changes your life. I'm not even joking around.

This is original marble from, uh, 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'd love it, actually.

If I'm being honest.

Uh...

Um...

Yeah.

I'd love that too.

Now, I know the place is a lot

but Warren's gonna give me a bridge loan

and the neighborhood's appreciating...

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.

To continue with this story, and he said, he's, like...

"What are you talking about? Where are you?"

And I was, like, "I'm in Highland Park."

He was, like, "No..."

As for the next Redfellow 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 gonna want Zinfandel.

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.

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 sayin' it.

Excuse me. Mr. Redfellow?

Becket 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.

Uh, it's just a little...

I... I had no idea.

Hmm. Can you answer a few questions for us?

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry.

Um, I... I really had no idea. This is...

Nobody's arguing with you.

Can you tell us where you were

on the afternoon of April 10th?

It would've been a Sunday.

Oh...

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 who it is?

- I can't see shit. - Me neither.

All right, follow him.

Rothburn's going down, and Bellman'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 them to the sharks

in one afternoon.

- Oh, shit. - What?

- Goddamn! - Oh, whoa. Oh, oh, oh!

Is he all right?

-Becket... -Call an ambulance!

Pass me that water, will ya?

Listen, I'm not gonna mince words.

You want to chase that rabbit down the hole, 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've had all day.

Go find that person in your life, Becket.

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 is only one left.

You can 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.

A man of my word.

One left.

But what use was it to fantasize?

I had put all that behind me.

Hey, Becket. Letter for you.

-Thanks, Brian. -Yep.

-Hey. -He invited me.

What?

My grandfather.

To a dinner party at the estate.

- Hello? -Uh, I just...

I... 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 7:00 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 a 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 cheques 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 and she'll get a package

just like the one I gave you.

Who will get a package?

Your little girlfriend, who do you think?

Cardozo 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.

But you blew it, Becket.

Brian.

Call Fritzer in Vienna. We're gonna sell P&G.

Tell him to name his price.

Call? Am I allowed to do that?

What? Just do it.

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?

Gimme that.

I'm here. I got your cheques,

you sociopathic, conniving bitch.

Jesus Christ, Becket. This could've been anyone.

Call it off.

Well, just write the checks first, will you?

I want to be positive...

Cheer up, Lyle.

You're 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.

But you... you're really coming up in the world, huh?

Just... Just a little bastard.

Just a little bastard from Newark.

I'd already committed embezzlement and assault.

So fuck it.

Going down.

Hi!

How are you? Thank you for coming.

On account of the storm,

I decided to cancel the festivities tonight.

But I just couldn't turn you down.

Whitelaw.

Becket.

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've really put in the hours.

A filthy business, though, isn't it?

How do you mean?

Come on.

One professional to another,

you must have, uh...

broken a few heads,

bumped off some of the competition, no?

Two or three, maybe.

Would you take any of it back?

Because this sort of life is...

it isn't cut out for everyone, is it?

It would make some people tired.

Old.

Lonely.

Regretful.

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

that the only thing that really hurts us in life

is the voice of our own conscience...

telling us a story about right and wrong.

And 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.

Sharpest of 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 wanna show you something...

before Charles brings out the pudding.

A trench gun,

belonged to your great-great-uncle,

World War I.

These... These things mortified the Germans.

They'd never seen anything like it.

Here.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Draw a bead on something.

I want you to try this.

Here.

Right here.

I better be going.

Where to?

Home.

You're almost there.

Well...

you better go quickly then.

Go on and fuckin' run!

Doors are boarded up from the outside.

-Charles made sure of that. -Shit!

There's no way out!

Go on. Tire yourself!

Come to my house to kill me?

You best have done that when I gave you the chance.

Okay. Okay.

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.

They're just gonna talk to you, okay?

All right. All right. Um...

I... I need to... I need to go

'cause I have my engagement party.

It 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 legally required to,

but, uh... I'd prefer if you stay.

Okay.

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.

... is indeed dead, and it seems...

My grandfather was gone.

...some sort of altercation...

And as for the fortune,

well...

The right kind of life.

This had to be it, right?

Sure, she had a few misgivings,

but we can handle that later.

For now, I was rich.

And being rich

is even better than you imagine.

You know I mentioned earlier, this is a tragedy.

Still is.

-Donald Macnamara, my wife. -Hello.

-Such a pleasure. -Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- Hi. - Nancy Dillard, the Dillards.

- Nice to meet you. - Mmm-hmm.

Megan Pinfield.

FBI.

Hello.

Can you shut that door behind you, please?

Look, not 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.

Hey, wait!

What do we do?

What do we do?

Ruth, I love...

Can you believe it?

After all this,

I'd go down for a killing I didn't even commit.

Now we wanna point out to listeners

that Becket 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 5:03 p.m.,

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 5:15 p.m.

And we've heard

from the eyewitness in the hallway,

who positively identifies Mr. Redfellow.

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

Uh, 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, uh, these are his fingerprints?

I'm 100% certain.

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?

Becket Redfellow has been in love with me

his entire life.

I just never thought he would do something like this.

I'm sorry.

Will the defense please rise?

Upon the verdict,

the jury finds the defendant, Becket 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.

Cell 15, secure!

But there are no right words.

There's only time.

And silence.

Yo.

You got a visitor.

You got three minutes.

You must be quite the catch back there.

You got a big day coming up, huh?

You remember that game we used to play as kids?

I'd have a secret, and...

you'd try to guess what it was.

If you've got something to say, say it.

All right. 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 might add.

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?

- You know... - If Lyle wrote a note...

-I think I might just leave... -If that's what you're saying,

in the name of all things holy,

you have to release it.

-Oh, now you want to talk? -What do you want?

-What do you want? -Becket...

What could you possibly have to offer?

No, no, no, no, no! Hey, hey, hey! Stop!

- That's it! - Tell me! Stop! Stop!

I have 30 seconds!

- 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...

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 in...

it's because I thought our friend Julia, might, uh...

might come through in the end.

I 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."

Redfellow.

You're not gonna fuckin' believe this.

First and foremost,

we have absolute faith in our forensic team...

Open 15.

Let's go.

You came.

All right.

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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 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.

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