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[bugs chirring]
[mourning dove calls]
-["Besame Mucho" playing] -[trembling breaths]
[tires screech]
[engine revving]
[dialing]
-What the fuck are you doing? -Calling the cops.
Stop! Don't!
Who the hell are those people?
Ask your fucking sister.
[tires screech]
[Helen] I'm telling you, I had nothing to do with this.
-You wouldn't tell me if you did. -I didn't do this.
But I was afraid it would happen.
[Ruth] I only saw the one who pointed the gun at me.
[Ben] Uh, there were four. Uh, the driver,
and the three who threw Marty in the backseat.
-And the man in charge. Describe him. -Um...
Little guy. Uh, he had mean eyes, uh, and balding, balding.
Shit.
[Wendy] I wanted to keep you out of this.
-[Ben] Because I'm a fuck-up? -[Wendy] No, because it's dangerous.
You need to tell me what the fuck is going on!
-I can't. -Wendy...
I can't.
This is really serious. These people are very dangerous.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I know they're fucking dangerous!
I think you'd better get here as soon as possible.
Things are getting complicated.
I work for a Mexican drug cartel.
What?
[sniffles]
[whispers] Fuck! Fuck!
[sniffles] Fuck.
[exhales]
[Wendy] Don't tell me you can't call Navarro. I know you can.
[Helen] I'm not saying that I can't.
I'm saying that I don't think it's advisable.
You never know how he's gonna react.
[dialing]
Where did you get that number?
[alert sounds over line]
[automated message in Spanish plays]
It's disconnected.
When was the last time you used it?
-Yesterday. -And how was his mood then?
-It was fine. -Oh.
What do we do now?
We wait.
[loud thuds in distance]
-[keys jangling] -[footsteps approaching]
-[panting] -[doors open]
Who's that?
ยฟQuiรฉn es ese?
[grunting]
[men murmuring in Spanish]
[door shuts nearby]
[in English] Just-- I'm executing the plan.
And it's a good plan, it's yours.
I mean, I-- I understand that...
that we haven't been laundering to your satisfaction,
but we've been under constant pressure from the FBI.
It's just...
you know, it's not safe, and, um...
You know, the last-- last three weeks,
we've been able to launder...
a significant amount of money.
And this-- this last week,
six figures.
We funneled it through, uh...
an REO Speedwagon concert.
What do you want, Marty?
I don't understand the question.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
[grunts, panting]
[door locks]
[retreating footsteps]
[door opens in distance, slams shut]
[lights buzzing loudly]
[Ruth] I don't know if I...
can run things without Marty.
I mean, he...
he does shit that...
that I don't know how to do.
Do you know how to do this?
[exhales]
[Charlotte] Hi. Sorry we're so late. I had to drop off Erin first.
[Jonah] My allergies are acting up.
Okay.
Thank you for including Erin.
Yeah, of course. She's great.
[Ben] How was the lake?
-It was fucking awesome. -[laughs]
Where's Dad?
He had business in... Kansas City.
Wasn't on the schedule.
Came up at the very last second. You guys should get to bed.
Night.
[softly] Hey, did-- did Mom just lie to us?
Yeah.
Something bad's going on.
[door shuts]
I should get home.
If there's no news by morning,
you should start thinking about what you're gonna say to the kids.
[lights buzzing]
[footsteps approaching]
Hello?
-[electricity crackles] -Hey!
-[patrons chattering] -[slot machines chiming]
[Ruth] Can I help you?
You're Ruth Langmore.
Maya Miller.
Have you seen Marty?
He was supposed to meet me here.
Marty's out of town, but I'll be covering for him while he's gone.
Out of town where?
Kansas City.
He didn't mention that to me.
I guess we better get to it.
Oh.
Morning.
-Is Dad okay? -Have you heard from the cartel?
I-- I don't know what you've heard...
but...
your father just went down to Mexico.
Was he kidnapped?
He went down to Mexico to talk to our boss.
He's fine.
He'll be home soon.
How do you know that?
Because that's the plan.
And that's how these things work.
I'm sure we'll hear from him very soon.
You got a sec?
What the fuck were you thinking?
What the fuck were you thinking? They know so much.
Yeah, I know what they know. It's my concern, and it is not yours.
Shit, Wen. Bad enough what you're getting into,
-but bringing your kids into it? -This is not your fucking problem.
Deal with your own shit before you dive into mine.
My shit is your shit right now.
[gasps] How'd they take the news?
Better than I did.
They're kind of grown up now. It's...
weird.
Jesus.
You're in some shit.
[sniffles]
Mom. Helen Pierce is here.
[Helen] Marty's alive.
[sighs]
I'm afraid that's about all I could get out of him.
Um, I still haven't spoken to my client.
Have you?
Mnh-mnh.
Who called you?
Jorge Mendoza.
Uh, your brother's "little man with the mean eyes."
This Mendoza wouldn't call just to tell us how Marty's doing.
No.
He called with a message. From above, I presume.
"Business as usual."
[laughs]
Oh... he's testing us.
Yeah, and if we succeed...
well, it could mean that Marty is, um...
redundant.
And if we fail?
Well, I'm afraid we might be.
[Marty] โช Ninety-nine bottles Of beer on the wall โช
โช Ninety-nine bottles of beer โช
โช Take one down, pass it around โช
โช Ninety-eight bottles of beer On the wall โช
โช Ninety-eight bottles of beer On the wall โช
โช Ninety-eight bottles of beer โช
โช Take one down, pass it around โช
โช Ninety-seven bottles of beer On the wall โช
[boy] โช Ninety-six bottles of beer on the wall โช
โช Ninety-six bottles of beer โช
โช Take one down, pass it around โช
โช Ninety-five bottles of beer On the wall โช
โช Ninety-five bottles of beer On the wall โช
โช Ninety-five bottles of beer โช
โช Take one down, pass it around โช
-โช Ninety-four bottles-- โช -Marty.
That's not helping, okay?
Sorry, Mom.
[sighs]
Why don't you go down the hall and get yourself a snack, okay?
[opens can]
[video game beeping]
[boy] Yes! Yes!
Yes!
-[game over music plays] -Oh!
[sighs] It's all yours, kid. Good luck.
[coins jingle]
[loud rumble]
[lights buzzing]
-[footsteps approaching] -[keys jangling]
[shouting instructions in Spanish]
[restraints ratchet]
[Marty inhales, exhales]
[footsteps approach]
[sighs]
[Navarro, in English] Do you love her?
Yeah.
Do you trust her?
[Marty] I do.
Then why do you spy on her?
Why do you listen to her phone calls?
Just to protect her.
From me?
You fear her.
Yeah. Yeah, you fear her because you don't understand her.
And you do?
Wendy knows exactly what she wants.
[sighs]
And what's that?
All of it.
[soft chuckle] She wants it all.
[shuddering]
So...
what do you want?
[breath trembles]
I want to see her again. [gasps]
And I want to see my kids again.
"I want to see my wife and kids again."
[grunts]
[Marty breathing heavily]
[Navarro] You're a liar, Marty.
Hmm? You lie...
to your wife.
You lie to me.
-[sniffling] -And you lie to yourself.
So...
please...
again.
-[high-pitched ringing tone] -[panting]
What...
do you want?
[cell door opens]
[door closes]
Each one of you gets nine grand a day.
It's nine for a reason.
Over ten gets reported.
Exchange your cash for chips,
you know, lose a few hands at the game of your choice,
and then cash out your cut, one grand each.
You dumb-asses got it?
If there's one thing I can do well, boss, it's lose at cards.
-[murmuring] -[laughing]
Now, guys like you
coming in with wads of cash gets noticed.
So, y'all need to have a story.
For instance: "Oh, well, I won it playing bingo at the VFW,"
or "Old Auntie Dipshit just left me a whole bundle
and she dropped dead" and yada yada.
I don't care what your fucking story is, but you better fucking have one ready.
And don't go buying any outboard motors.
Not until next month.
Are we clear?
One second.
All good?
All good.
I thought you told them to wear their Sunday best.
Well, you're looking at it.
[soft scoff]
No.
We need folks we can trust.
What, you telling me you can't trust your own brother?
I don't want him in this.
We need bodies.
Look, I'll keep my eye on him.
I promise.
[scoffs]
[Ruth] All right! Y'all get in a fucking line.
[engine starts]
[Charlotte] These just came in for you to sign.
Oh, just add them to the pile.
Uh, Charlotte?
I know how worried you are about your Dad.
If there's anything I can do...
Thanks.
How much do you know?
Everything?
Erin must never know.
There will be consequences for anyone who speaks truth to my daughter.
Do you understand?
[door shuts nearby]
[voice trembles] I understand.
And?
So far, so good. [sighs]
Ruth's got a team in place.
And you're sure that she's up to it?
Ruth? Oh, I trust her.
Based on what?
Based on the fact that Marty trusts her, and she's devoted to him.
And what if she's not devoted enough?
Cross that bridge if we come to it.
[dealer] All right, bet's closed.
-Nineteen red. -[woman groans]
-[dealer] Sorry, folks. -[man] Oh.
-[dealer] And the dealer has a queen. -Agh!
-[dealer] Sorry, folks. -[man] Oh, hell. I'm out.
[dealer] Sixteen.
-Bust. Sorry, sir. -Ahh!
-[door opens] -[clears throat]
-Hi there. -Hi.
I already fed him. He looked hungry.
Thank you.
Yeah, we're all about compliance here at the Missouri Belle.
On that note, do you have--
Last night's take as well as midday counts from the last hour.
Thank you.
[Maya sighs]
So Marty's out of town.
Yep.
Where again?
Kansas City.
You hear from him?
No.
[Maya unzips bag]
Hmm.
What?
There's a spike in this morning's numbers compared to yesterday's.
Oh, it's summer.
Lake's always crazy busy in the summer.
You'd think so, but...
foot traffic appears to be roughly the same.
In fact, there were 5% fewer gamblers on the floor this morning.
Well, a lot of rich folks come here for the summer.
And rich folks love to gamble, and they got the cash to do it.
-[laughs] -[clears throat]
I'm gonna walk the floor.
-I'll come with you. -Not necessary.
[Ben sighs]
You're Ben Davis.
Wendy Byrde's brother.
When were you gonna show me your badge?
Well, I considered this a casual conversation.
You don't strike me as a casual person.
All right then, on the record...
What are you doing here?
Gambling. It's a casino.
Your sister's casino.
Kind of a win-win, wouldn't you say?
What do you do for a living?
Substitute teacher.
I didn't know that paid so well.
Pays for shit.
I got a rich sister.
Your brother-in-law still out sick?
He's not sick.
He's in Kansas City.
[Maya] Hmm.
Excuse me.
I'm gonna have to ask you not to disturb the players.
[Maya] I'll see you tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the next.
[game music playing]
[boy] Ooh. Ooh!
[game over music playing]
[woman] Marty.
[upbeat game music resumes]
[Marty] It's, like, totally fixed.
I watched this guy, number one on the leaderboard.
I mean, his game play is awesome.
And the only way he could keep winning was to drop more quarters.
Can you believe that?
You can't just get good enough and play through on one quarter.
The only way you can win is if you've got enough money--
God damn it, Marty, we don't have enough money for food,
let alone arcade games!
-[rattle in distance] -[lights buzzing steadily]
[footsteps approaching]
What the fuck do you want?
Tell me what you want.
All right, I got a question for you.
You want to break me?
Is that what you want?
You want me to tell you the truth? You want me to confess?
I don't trust my wife, and I fear you.
You scare the fucking shit out of me. The both of you do,
with your fucking plans about a legitimate casino.
I've been against that since day one.
And you want to know what else?
I'm rooting for the other guy.
I pray to God you lose your war, and they chop your fucking head off.
-That's a start. -What?
-[lights buzzing] -[footsteps retreating]
Fuck you!
Hi.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, God, thank you.
What?
-What is it? Spit it out. -Um...
[sighs]
Um, it's about Helen.
She knows that I know about Dad.
And I'm-- I'm really sorry.
I meant to keep it all a secret.
Oh, it's all right.
You wouldn't be the first person to be outfoxed by Helen Pierce, so do not...
do not beat yourself up.
You know, there are times when you, you just have to say to yourself...
"I fucked up," and then-- and then you have to move on.
God knows I have, more than you ever will.
[doorbell rings]
[Maya] Do you know this man?
No.
His name is Jorge Mendoza.
He's a known operative for the Navarro drug cartel.
He was in the crowd the night Marty disappeared.
Marty's in Kansas City. [laughs]
When was the last time you spoke with him?
The other night.
Well...
We had a little fight. We haven't spoken since.
So then you can't say for certain he's in Kansas City.
I suppose I can't.
Wendy, it's my opinion
and that of the Bureau, for that matter, that your husband is in grave danger.
Go on.
We think Mendoza abducted Marty that night.
Took him to Mexico on a private jet.
That's the cartel's MO.
They're most likely torturing him.
Maybe it's a loyalty test.
Navarro's in the middle of a big war.
There's a lot of tension down there.
Whatever the reason...
I'm sorry to say,
I'm not sure if you'll see your husband again.
Then what is it you think you can do for me?
If a cartel kidnaps an American citizen on US soil,
we have cause to act on Mexican soil.
We can go after him.
We can go after Omar Navarro.
[chuckling]
Marty's in Kansas City on business.
When he's done, he'll come home.
Call me.
Anytime.
Day or night.
I can help.
[Maya sighs]
[heavy metal music blaring]
Please stop!
[shouts]
[cell phone ringing]
Ruth?
I don't-- I-- I don't fucking understand. It's the Panama accounts.
-There's never been a fucking problem. -Tell us exactly what happened.
You were doing your daily bank transfers and...
Yes, like I've been doing every fucking day
without a red fucking flag.
-[Helen] Why this account? -I don't fucking know! I don't know!
-What the fuck is a red flag anyway? -It means that the account's frozen
'cause the feds might think that there's a crime being committed.
-Like by me. -You said you could handle things--
I did what he taught me. It's not my fucking fault!
-Can you fix this? Can you fix it? -Her best is gonna get us all killed.
-I don't know how! -[screams]
[sighs, inhales]
When will Navarro know?
When the banks open in the morning.
[engine starts]
[Helen sighs]
-What happens now? -I don't know.
You ever get the call about me...
you'd let me know.
Yes.
Hey.
Hey.
[Ben inhales, exhales]
I thought I ought to come check on you.
I'm okay.
You know, you should probably get out of town.
That's what my sister said.
And her husband.
Yeah.
Things are gonna get ugly here.
"Ugly" is my middle name.
Actually, it's Jude.
After St. Jude...
patron saint of hopeless cases.
-[bottles clink] -Thanks, Mom and Dad.
[clears throat] I'm, uh...
I'm sorry my family put you in their world of shit.
[chuckles]
I was in a world of shit long before I met them.
Well, I'm still sorry.
And I'm not going anywhere until I know you're safe.
See you tomorrow, Jude.
[heavy metal music continues blaring]
[music fading out]
[ventilator hissing]
-[keys jingling] -[cell door opens]
[panting]
[Navarro sighs]
Where is my money?
[panting]
-You made them launder without me. -Yes.
And now you need to fix it.
[typing]
You have a red flag
on a Panamanian deposit account.
That happens.
[typing rapidly] All you have to do is you have to...
clone the frozen assets,
using a pre-authorized access code.
And then,
you have to redirect the deposit history
in order to hide...
the inter-bank transfer.
You change the passcode twice
so that you circumvent the automated security checks.
And then you're done.
[sighs]
[man] Get up. Get up.
No, I did it. I did it!
I did it, you fuck!
I just fucking did it! I did it, motherfucker!
I fixed it! I won, motherfucker!
Hey! Look at me, fuckhead!
Hey!
[bugs chirring]
-Hi. -I'm sorry.
I didn't-- I didn't want to disturb you.
It's all right.
-Don't stay up too late. -I won't.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
-Good night. -Night.
Wen...
Hey.
-Shh. -[sniffling]
I know what I want.
[Navarro] What is that?
I want to launder only when I say that it's safe.
And when's that gonna be?
When I compromise an FBI agent.
"Compromise."
I'll turn her.
In a matter of months, she's gonna be working for me.
And then we're all safe.
And is that it?
Is that all you want, Marty?
How about you thank me?
How about you say thank you to me?
Can you do that?
[laughs]
[clears throat, sniffles]
[Marty sighs]
[vehicle approaching]
[theme music playing]
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