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You're gonna
get in trouble, man.

Then move to France.

The French, buddy? No.
You're, like...

The French would like me
better than you.

Well, no, I-I don't think...

Now, I know there's at least
one dancer in there

that's got a restraining order
against you, Vivian.

Five hundred feet.

That's not-- W-- Y-You got
old information, Sheriff.

Candy moved down to Sioux Falls
last month

- to take care of her mother.
- Oh, so now

you're keeping tabs
on the poor girl, huh?

Judge won't gonna like that.
Not at all.

You two kids get home safe, huh?

See you at the Elks on Thursday.

You got my check, right?

The re-election fund?

Had... had my girl

make it out personally
last week.

What... what the fuck, Roy?

- Hm?
- What...

You can't do this shit
anymore, Roy.

I-I know the governor now.

See, now, what happens
in moments of life and death

is that everything
comes into focus.

Are you focused, Vivian?

Y-yeah, yeah.

You're not gonna
sell your bank to that woman.

L-Lyon?

Th-Th-That's the one.

You're not gonna sell it,
you're not gonna negotiate,

you're not even gonna
return her calls.

W-Why?

Wait, wait, wait!

O-Okay.

Find some other way to get rich.

Foreclose on some homes,

sell raffle tickets.
I don't care.

But that woman gets nothing.

We're clear?

Yeah.

Now why don't you
do a little dance?

What?

I'm just kidding.

Nobody wants to see that.

We've been patient.

More than patient.

But if we can't
settle this thing today,

my next call is to
our litigation department.

Thank you, and please
make sure to give this call

five stars on the next survey.

Looks like you found the cereal.

Frosted Flakes.

Your kid likes 'em?

Well, kinda.

My husband.
He can't get enough.

Are you taking me to school?

No school today.

Is it a holiday?

In a way.

But I got to go to work, so...

Slept in the garage again?

You don't have to open the door.

School bus saw me in my drawers.

Plus, it's freezing out.

Scotty, hon, could you

take your book
to the living room, please?

Want me to clear my bowl?

Please.

I need you to watch her today.
It's just for a few hours.

- I want a wife.
- Maybe you could take her
to the park or what--

Wait, what did you say?

I said I want a wife.

I am your wife.

No.

A wife.

Someone to keep the house clean
and-and cook.

I cook.

Who cooks good, you know?

Takes care of me when I'm sick
and doesn't complain about it.

Who wants to know
how my day was first

and listens to the answer.

A woman who supports me.

Oh...

I support you.

No, emotionally, I'm saying.

A wife who...

who builds my confidence,

who everything
revolves around... me.

Not... And I know-I know
what you do

is important, I do, but...

I'm important, too, you know?

My needs, so I can grow

and be the best.

Okay?

A cheerleader, is what I'm...

You know, a wife
who comes to the club

for the socials and doesn't

talk about what's a felony
or what's a misdemeanor,

but trades recipes,

right?
With the other wives.

Who claps when I win

and rubs my back when I don't,

and says,
"You'll get 'em next time

because you are amazing."

Is that all?

No.

I want a wife who takes care
of my other needs--

my man needs--

when I feel like it,

and doesn't say she's tired
or that her back hurts

or to pull out when I finish

'cause she's not on the pill.

Which-- I want a wife
who's on the pill.

I can't take the pill.

I get blood clots.

Well, an IUD then.

Okay, look, look.
the-the point is I am tired

of feeling like I got to be
everything around here

all the time.

The man and the wife.

Like, I got to support you
all the time, your needs,

'cause your job is hard
and you're always saying

you have to pick up
extra shifts.

We are $192,000

in debt.

And that.

A wife who is not

reminding me all the time
about negative...

negativity, you know?

Pressure, when I-I need
to stay positive,

'cause it's
a mental game, right?

How far you hit a drive,
whether you're in the sand trap,

and you just...

suck.
You suck at that.

So I want a wife.

I'm late for work.

We can talk about

who really needs a wife later.

Scotty, hon.
I got to go out.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Okay, then.

What am I supposed
to do with her?

I got physical therapy

and I'm supposed to walk
the green at 2:00, my guru says,

so I can play it
with my eyes shut.

You're a big boy.
Figure it out.

Please, ple--

Say it.

I'm gonna call Dot
and tell her to come.

Who the fuck is Dot?

Listen, wait, wait!
Listen.

Listen.

I got cancer.

I need an operation.

You got the wrong guy.

You got...

Fuck.

Fuck you, you fucking
piece of shit.

Fuck you!

...on my phone call, but they
never thought I'd release it,

so they were gonna be okay.

Eight times, quid pro quo.

Except it was no times.

Mm. They are doing it
for real this time.

Jackals.

Impeaching that great man.

Now, not too short
above the ears.

I got the debate coming up.

Gets my goat,

they're hounding that poor man
day and night.

The twins think so, too.

We want to watch cartoons.

Hey.

Don't talk back to your mother.

Down at Wayne Lyon Kia,

we got
the lowest prices in town,

and I ain't lyin'.

Hi, I'm Wayne Lyon
at Lyon Motors.

And I want to get you
behind the wheel of a new...

Aah!

- Oh, Roy. Honey...
- Shit, woman.

I am so sorry.

- God.
- I don't know what happened.

Hold on, let me just...

These are my mother's napkins.

What happened, Karen,
is you got

all caught up in things
that don't concern you

and you lost sight
of the job at hand.

- You're right.
- Now, it's 10:00 in the morning.

I think these girls
have something better to do

than sit here, watch TV
like a couple of welfare queens.

Girls, come on.

Come on, your daddy's right.

It's time to get
to your lessons.

Ah, dang it.

Thought you were that
crazy Swede for a second.

On account of he's
missing half an ear.

Very funny.

Got Nadine's husband
in the box when you're ready.

I'm Nadine's husband.

Sure. Uh...

uh, what I meant was, uh,

the car salesman's
in the abattoir, ready to talk.

Did you soften him up
a little bit?

Oh, he's still
got all his teeth,

if that's what you're asking,

but only 'cause
they're in there pretty good.

Crying like a little girl?

He's pissed, I'll tell you that.

Called me a few names I ain't
heard since grade school.

Swears we got the wrong guy,
which is, like,

nice try, asshole.

Thought you said he was soft.

Well, he had a pretty good shock

at the house, you know.

Finger in the old light socket.

Sometimes that
scrambles the brain.

You hear those stories, right?

"My husband
ain't the man I married

since the lightning struck."

What?

We've been wearing
kerchiefs on our faces

so he don't recognize us later.

...don't you understand?
I don't know

what the fuck
you're talking about.

Oh, who's this, then?

Oh, king of
the idiot brigade, eh?

Let me tell you

what I told
these other two morons.

You kidnapped the wrong chump.
I got friends in high places,

and when they
get through with you,

you're gonna wish you were
the horse at a glue factory,

you...

Jesus!

What the hot fuck, Dad?

I thought this one
was supposed to stay in the car.

Yeah.

So you're a leptard, too.

How are we supposed
to get her back now?

- You killed our leverage.
- That's not him, genius.

You grabbed the wrong patsy.

What? No.

I was in the car.

That's his fuck up.

He was in the room, this guy.

Name was on the door.

- Don't know what else
I could've done.
- See?

I thought you said
you saw the car salesman

- in his house on Halloween.
- Yeah.

Said you got a good look at him.

It was dark, okay?

And on fire, and... I...

He grabbed him.

Said we got the guy.
It's the...

What do you...
Power of suggestion.

So what do we do now?

Son, you got a bad-luck problem.

Somewhere out there,
there's an upside down horseshoe

with your name on it.

I'm just off my game is all.

You know I'm a winner.

All-state quarterback,
crack shot,

knocking all the pins down
with my eyes closed.

That's your boy,

not this puke pile.

All right, I think I know
where you got

that thorn in your paw.
Get the car.

Where we going?

To pay the boogeyman.

And you're saying
that the patient had a sur--

Mr. Seymour.

You're saying he had surgery
scheduled this morning,

but he checked himself out.

No, they took him.

Who?

Two men.
They said they were family.

That happens, right?

Patient gets cold feet.

Yeah, except his wife
is hysterical

and nobody's seen him since.

And on the same day,
those two FBI fellas showed up.

- FBI?
- Oh, yeah. They were
looking for that

mental patient female,
the runaway.

They're down in the cafeteria
right now, talking to Mr. Lyon.

Well, like I said,

we just want
to talk to your wife,

make sure she's okay.

Are you gentlemen quite certain

I can't offer you a gimlet?

Uh, no, thanks.

She gave us the slip,

but we think she's running
from someone else.

I'm sorry, I had a...

I'm-I'm a little
sideways, still.

I...

Faulty wiring.

I-I think my house burned down.

And we have questions
about that.

The night in question.
What you remember.

Neighbors said they saw
a couple of trick-or-treaters

fleeing the premises
after the flames started.

That...

Fleeing?
I-I don't...

You ever see
that movie, The, um...

...Nightmare Before Christmas?

That-that's a weird movie.

I want to say
I-I dreamed it, but in...

real life.

Well, sir, there's no
easy way to say this.

Um...

Your wife
isn't who she says she is.

Dorothy Lyon-- uh,

that's what we call an alias
in our line of work.

A cover story.

Her real name is Nadine Bump.

- Nadine?
- When he was a boy,

my son wanted to be a ballerina.

I told him...

the male of the species

is called a "ballerino,"

but he couldn't be swayed.

What do you mean
she's not my wife?

Uh, no, no.

- She's your wife.
- But also, she isn't.

- I'm sorry?
- See, she was

married previously.

Still married, some would say.
Under the law.

To a-another man.
A bad man.

So she ran away from him.

And found her way to you.

Posing as Dorothy.

Posing?

It's a classic scam.

You find a gravestone
in a cemetery,

somebody who died young and
you take over their identity,

uh, Social Security number, etcetera.

We think this fella--

the original, maybe also
simultaneous husband--

found her and came after her.

Your wife.

That he took her
that first night last week.

Okay?
And then, when she escaped,

he came back for her
on Halloween,

maybe burning your house down
in the process.

And now she's fled.

So, we're hoping you might
have some insight

- as to possible destination.
- Excuse me.

Indira Olmstead, Scandia PD.

You've probably got a dozen
messages for me on your machine.

We're right in the middle
of an interview, officer.

On my case.

And believe me,
you're gonna want to hear

what I've got
to say on the matter.

Have-have you seen my wife?

She was supposed
to visit me today.

No, sir.

But I'm sure she's fine.

And your daughter.

My Scotty plays the drums.

Rommel used the sound of drums

to drive his enemy mad.

We're done here.

Mr. Lyon, Mr. Lyon.

Uh, we'll-we'll circle back.

- Officer.
- Thank you so much.

Okay.

Ballerino.

Hyah!

Dad, come on.
You're not paying this guy.

Fine.
We're upside down. And...

maybe it's voodoo
or whatever, but...

...solve it
with a bullet, not...

Otherwise, what?

We trust this guy?

"Here's your money,
please lift the curse"?

I don't think so.

We tried killing him.

Now we're bailing water
out of a sinking boat.

Election's a week away
and we're still

balls-deep on righting
old wrongs with Nadine,

our dicks in the breeze.

We need to take luck
out of the equation.

Period.
End of story.

Go on, search him,
then wait in the car.

Come on, come on.

Let's go.

Let me see your hands.

It's not a win.

We're calling a draw.

So don't get cocky.

I'm in the market for a bull.

There's a science to it,
they tell me,

but I prefer to go on instinct.

Worked for my father
and his father before him.

We have business.

Christ, look at the cock
on that monster.

Meat is meat.

You don't talk much.
I like that.

A man has only so many words
in his lifetime.

For us,

there are very few left.

Plus interest,
'cause we got sideways.

Now, I didn't make your deal

but if I had
I would've been clear.

That woman's like a tick.

Can't crush her,
can't pull her out clean.

Suffocation is the key.

Or fire.

If I had a nickel for every time
she found the daylight

when I thought
I had her buried...

Never had a problem before

or since, breaking a woman,
but that one,

she's...
What'd you call her?

A tiger.

Right.

You think you're hunting her
but all the while

you're just a mouse and
she's playing with her supper.

Probably ought
to let her be, but...

When a man digs a grave,

he has to fill it.

Otherwise, it's just a hole.

Happy now, shitbird?

You got your money?

People are dead.
Good men.

And you're still
wandering the earth,

breathing the air
they should be breathing.

A boy complains

because he thinks
the world is unfair.

He cries to his mother

when the toy breaks
or the knee is skinned.

Fuck that. You're the one
who's gonna be crying.

A man knows better.

The things that happen happen.

Who lives, who dies.

You don't yell at the boulder
for being a rock.

You want the last word?
Here it is.

I'll see you soon, asshole.

His name is Roy Tillman.

He's the sheriff
of Stark County, North Dakota.

Dorothy Lyon was his wife.

She disappeared 11 years ago.

Until now, it was presumed dead.

I saw him.

Yesterday.

At the Lyon Estate.

What was he doing there?

Looking for his wife,
I'm guessing.

He's a real "I am the law" type,

- her husband.
- Except his version of the law
is spending

a million dollars
on tactical gear

and weapons
on the taxpayer's dollar,

and then gifting them
to a right-wing militia.

Run by Roy's father-in-law.

Current father-in-law.

But how's Dorothy
gonna help you with that?

She hasn't been
Mrs. Tillman in ten years.

He runs a tight ship,
the sheriff.

Nobody talks.

People disappear. Nadine...

- Mrs. Lyon.
- She knows all the players,

maybe even where
the bodies are buried.

We use her to flip them.

The son or the ranch foreman.

Do you know where she is?

I do not.

What about the abuse?

The fact that
he used to beat her?

Or the current crimes,
kidnapping attempts?

Conspiracy to kill
a North Dakota state trooper.

Or, I mean, this bystander
they grabbed up yesterday.

Probably took him
back to the ranch,

thinking he's Wayne.

I say that we

get a warrant
and go there today. Now.

God knows what
they're gonna do with him

when they realize he's a fake.

And if he's not there?

Then we showed our hand,
he closes ranks, Mister...

Seymour.

Ends up thrown off a cliff
somewhere in Wyoming,

never to be seen again.

Yeah.

If you see her.

I'll call.

That's how this works, right?

You help me.
I help you.

And we all help Dorothy.

You know... the victim.

Shit.

I'm bored.

Uh-huh.

Whose are these?

Don't touch that.

How come?

It's not a toy.
It's a tool.

Then why do they say
"play the drums"?

Okay, I got to go out,

see my physical therapist.

What about dinner?

Um, she'll bring you something.

Probably.

Okay.

Don't burn the house down.

Problem, maybe.

Vivian or his man
won't take my call.

Out of the office,
his girl said. Unreachable.

Unreachable?

Indefinitely unreachable.

What are they up to?

Uh, holding our feet
to the fire, maybe.

Playing hard to get. Uh...

and then...

there's this.

What's that?

Uh, it's a...
it's a dress shirt, I think.

It's pink.

Uh, someone dropped
this off for you at reception.

- For me?
- Yeah.

It's monogrammed.

So it is.

V.D.

Oh, and you got this note.

- Security saw this?
- Yeah.

They got a handwriting guy
working on it, they said.

Seeing if they can
trace the author.

What's it mean, you think--

"Not on my watch"?

And what's with the silver star?

Means the deal's off.

Thanks to Dorothy's husband.

- Wayne?
- No.

Idiot.

The first husband.
The sheriff.

I didn't give him
what he wanted, so...

this is tit for that.

Look who's up and around.

Oh, not now.

Oh, Mrs. Lyon.

Hey there, slugger.

How are you feeling?

- Confused.
- I thought

- you were taking him
to the house.
- Yes, ma'am,

but he wanted to see you.

I want to go home.

My home.

Sorry.

Your wife burned the house down.

I told him, but he
keeps asking for her.

Mrs. Lyon.

The other.

Mm.

She...

she went out of town
for a few days.

Sightseeing.

And took Scotty with her.

They said
you're supposed to rest.

So, Jerome's gonna
take you home.

We made up your old room,
we got out all your stuffies.

I'll be home later,
and we can visit.

Chef's making boeuf bourguignon

with those-those little
onions you like.

M... M-Mom, I wa... I w...

Get Vivian's cell phone number,

I don't care how.

And then gas up the Porsche.

Where am I going?

To steal an election.

Look at you.

This is a nice kit.

Well, it ought to be.

Cost enough.

Yeah, that was his last dream,

Mr. Pie in the Sky.

How was your day?

Super boring.

Where's Lars?

He left.

He...

Physical therapy or something.

But that was, like, an hour ago.

Did you bring dinner?

What was the last thing you ate?

I had some crackers before.

Like, at lunch.

Okay, then.

Let's get your stuff.

Where are we going?

To Grandma's.

Yeah, you'll be safe here.

All right,

let them have it, boys.

Nein! Ich bin ein Amrikaner.

No, they're not! Fire!

Aah!

Look who I found.

Go ahead.

Daddy!

Scotty.

Hey.

- I love you.
- I missed you so much.

Oh, Scotty.

Guess what, yesterday I got...

Yeah.

- Oh, yeah?
- Your hand
looks better.

What, did her mother have her

turning tricks
outside the Save Mart?

I'm sorry?

Don't do that.
Women who apologize

for things that
aren't their fault

might as well have "welcome mat"
written on their faces.

Now you tell me.

What's that?

That's the history
of your daughter-in-law,

written in punches
and chokeholds.

Well, I'm sure I don't
need to see that.

People who claim to be victims

are the downfall
of this country.

Mrs. Lyon,
have you ever in your life

heard your daughter-in-law say

that she was a victim?
Of anything?

You may not like it,
but sometimes

crimes are committed
against people.

They're victimized.
And it's not their fault.

I told him not to marry her.

This whole sordid mess.

You're saying
if a woman is abused

and she manages to escape,

she should move to the woods,
live in a tree,

free from the burdens
of basic human contact?

God forbid
she gets a fresh start,

a good man to wash out
the taste of the bad.

I don't like your tone.

Tough shit.

Some of us work for a living
and go home to empty houses

or-or houses that should be
empty but are instead filled

with the dirty underpants
of our man-child spouses.

Your problem
is you think that you're rich

cause you're better than me.

Oh, please.

We're the same.

Up before dawn,
making our mark on the world.

- But you know who
you're really in sync with?
- Hm?

Dorothy.

Yeah.

I know you don't want to see it,

but let me tell you what I see.

I see a woman
who outsmarted two kidnappers,

killed one of them
and nearly killed the other

and who probably saved your son
and granddaughter's lives

when they came at her
again at the house.

I see a woman who doesn't quit,
no matter what.

Who won't be silenced.

And, unlike you,

who never complains.

Even when her mother-in-law
has her committed

to a mental hospital.

So I brought you her file

so at least you could be
an educated asshole.

Come work for me.

What?

You saw the security team.

All those dicks.

Think about how that looks
for a woman in my position.

Come be window dressing--
that's the offer?

No, no.
Come run the security team,

be their boss.

I know you need the money.

I can help with your debt,
consolidate it,

set up a payment schedule,

get the jackals off your back.

Name your price.

That's...

I've got a job.

Cleaning vomit out of
the back of a squad car.

And look what
they make you wear.

I'm talking about
a white collar job,

a white collar salary
with benefits,

running a team of agents,
traveling the world.

I mean, you can't-you can't
seriously turn that down.

Otherwise, you and I
are nothing alike.

It's kind of you.

No, it's not.

It's smart.

Take the job.

I...

I-I've got to think about it,

- if that's...
- Don't ask for permission.

Right.

I'm gonna think about it.

And in the meantime,

think about what I said.

About Dorothy.

She's out there somewhere.

And she's not asking for help.

But she needs it.

You've got 24 hours.

Or the opportunity disappears.

That's how the world works.

This brief window.

Thank you.

Aw, bet you didn't think
you were gonna say that

and mean it
when you walked in here.

Mr. Dugger.

- I have a call for you.
- What?

Thank you. Thanks.

Danish Graves,
Redemption Services,

in case you forgot.

And I have Mrs. Lyon
on the phone.

For you.

What?

Hello?

Are your balls in your belly,

looking for a safe
place to hide?

Good.

Listen to me.

I'm pulling the offer.

That $100 million

is going to Mesa Prudential

out in Flagstaff.

What you get instead
is the full might

of the federal government

reading the shit stains
in your underwear

like tea leaves.

Mrs. Lyon...

Quiet.

A grown-up is talking.

I called the SEC chairman personally.

And as we speak,

two dozen federal agents

are in your office,
seizing your books.

They've also frozen
every personal

and business bank account
you've got.

So...

I hope you didn't give
all your walking-around money

to that stripper.

Oh. Plus, I-I hear

your son is starting
his freshman year

at, um, Notre Dame?

Except, whoops.

You're late on tuition.

So, hmm.

Oh, that ring you hear--

that's your son
on the other line

calling to tell you
he's been expelled.

Mrs. Lyon, please.

Oh, "please."

That's your secret weapon?

Do you want to know
what your mistake was?

It was thinking
death is the worst thing

that could happen to you.

So, congratulations.

The sheriff's
not gonna kill you.

Instead you're going to live
the rest of your days

in squalor,

surrounded by
the dead-eyed stares

of your futureless children.

Have a nice night.

Now I get it.