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[Marty sighs]

[Marty] A family is
like a small business.

And with a small business,
at times, there comes...

- Transition.
- ...a bit of a transition.

Thank you, Wendy.

And... and whenever a small
business transitions,

it's important to stay lean
and to not overextend.

So when did the Marriott
become such a stretch?

No, your father, he's just saying
we have to prioritize our spending.

- That's all, Charlotte. That's all.
- He's not saying anything.

Uh, so today, while your mom
is buying us a new house,

uh, you two are to plant
yourselves here. That is your job.

Everything we have of
value is in that room.

[leaf blower whirring loudly]

- Really?
- Yeah.

You're not gonna be honest with us?
Either of you?

What are we doing here? Enough already!

- Christ!
- [leaf blower stops]

Sorry, man. We're just finishing
up breakfast. Thank you.

No one goes in that room whose
last name is not Byrde.

Understood?

- Just nod.
- Yeah.

Thank you. Shall we?

And I'd love to not have to turn the
room upside down to find the clicker.

That wasn't fun.

Love you both.

- [Wendy] Maybe I should get a job.
- [Marty] I don't think so, Wendy.

Seven and a half bucks an hour is not
gonna put a dent in our problems.

[Wendy] Oh, come on. I
have a Master's degree.

[Marty] That you haven't used
since Charlotte was born.

- [Wendy] So?
- [Marty] So?

- What's our story for the kids?
- What do you mean?

Well, they see this polite dance
that we're doing in front of them.

They... they hear the
constant edge in your voice.

Well, we could tell them the
truth, Wendy. How would that be?

Oh, you know what, Marty?

Before you get too comfortable
up there on your cross,

and have your pity party, let me just...

let me just jog your
memory for a minute.

There was an innocent
man who was murdered.

Gary.

He was a good man.

He... he only did good things
in this world. Not like Bruce.

Gary was a father. He
had two grown sons.

I never met them, but I...
I know he loved them.

And... he was thrown off his balcony.

For what?

People cheat!

They have sex with people
who they aren't married to.

It happens. It's not unique.

I was unhappy. You're not
exactly blameless in this.

For this house, I want you to
find one as nice as possible,

but as cheap as possible. I
want you to think starter home.

We got $20,000 to our name. Just 20.

So please, do not sign anything
without talking to me first.

And we are not husband and wife...
anymore.

We're just business partners. And
our job is to raise those kids.

But you're absolutely right that
I share some blame for this.

I should've caught Bruce.

I was in charge of the numbers.
I should've seen it coming.

But my mind was elsewhere, Wendy.

You know, it's Saturday night...

and your... your foxy
boxing, or your Zumba,

or whatever the hell it is that costs
me a few hundred dollars every month,

it ended two hours ago,
and there's no Wendy.

Why does she get so
many texts every night?

Why does she have to leave
the room to make a call?

I wonder who's fucking my wife?
So that's my bad.

And, no, I... I don't forget Gary.

I don't forget how you
emptied our bank accounts

when you knew I needed
that money, Wendy.

You knew I needed it.

And I doubt very, very much
that you did that by yourself,

that you did that in a vacuum. So...
my memory's crystal clear.

I was there. For all of it.

In fact, the satisfying sound of
your lover smacking the pavement

is the only thing that gets
me to sleep every night.

Open the goddamn door!

Hello?

Excuse me, is there anybody here?

[man moaning] Oh, yeah.

Don't be shy, you know what to do.

Come on, baby. It's all for
you, just gobble it up.

Oh, yeah. Get after it.

- [moans]
- Hey!

Hey, um... [chuckles] I'm Sam Dermody.

Uh, sorry, it's... You know, people
are out for lunch right now.

- Um, but...
- [dog whines]

Sorry, it keeps me
awake when nobody's...

I could give a fuck.

I need a house.

Get yourself together.
Give your girl some water.

- I'll meet you outside.
- Yeah, you got it.

Hey, housekeeping?

Yeah, no need to go in there. Thank you.

How about the towels?

You can just leave them
outside of the door.

Thank you.

I've been to the Windy City.
Oprah, December '97.

Thought it'd be her Christmas show, you
know, the one with all the free swag?

- [Marty] Mmm-hmm.
- [scoffs] No. Race.

She traipses out a bunch
of colored folks,

mad over what, I still
couldn't tell you.

Police, I think. Walk a
mile in my Crocs, I say.

[Marty] Yep.

Past due business licenses. Deeds.

Delinquent taxes.

Bankruptcies, judgments, property
titles, liens and plat maps.

All public record.

If you need any copies, let me know.
Ten cents a page.

Yeah, thank you. I'll be busy.

Tell me again what it is you're doin'.

I am an angel investor.

I... I help turn around
struggling businesses.

You intend to make money off of
businesses that aren't making any?

In a roundabout way.

Hmm.

Best get some ice on that lip.

Mm, yeah.

There are a lot of innovative
ideas in self storage.

You park your boat or put
your shit in a shed,

lock it up and walk away.
What am I missing?

Well, a lot of clichés are
clichés for good reason,

and one of them is, "You
need money to make money,"

in my opinion. Um, and
I could be that money.

You would get to hold
on to 100% ownership.

In return for what? [Sighs]

Well, I would control the
finances, uh, the accounting,

investment oversight...

Stuff like that.

I would get to recoup
100% on my investment.

I'd get two-and-a-half percent of...

- you know, the net profits.
- Mm.

Sir, you are delinquent on...
on your property taxes...

and you got those tenants
that are suing you.

I think there's three of them, yeah?
Maybe this could work for both of us.

Plus, I'll tell you what...

I bet it would feel a lot better
if I wasn't just an investor,

and I was also a client.

I... I'm looking for
storage space myself.

So, um, if that's a unit right
there, I will take that big one,

and I will deal with whatever's
on the inside of it for...

how about 75 bucks a month?

What do you say?

- Hundred.
- One hundred.

"Got to spend money to make
money." That how that went?

That's what I said. Yeah.

All right.

Court pays me to store evidence. [Sighs]

Nobody claims it, I inherit it.

Guy cut the tip of a pontoon
off, put it on a hinge.

Thought he'd smuggle methamphetamines
to and fro across the lake.

'Course, you put six tweakers on
a pontoon boat, all wild-eyed,

and racing about, and yammering at once,

bound to raise the eyebrow
of the Water Patrol.

Not a fishing pole or a cooler
of soda pop for a cover.

- Hm.
- Let that be a lesson to you.

Okay. Okay. All right.

Well, uh...

Where you going? What about
our business arrangement?

No arrangement. You rented
storage from me. End of story.

Oh, come on now. Your operating
costs are fixed, sir.

We could invest in stackable
storage, and refrigerated units...

I'm an old dog. New tricks
don't appeal to me.

Rent's due on the first, skipper.

...cash investment where you,
uh, you really can build out

and reinvest maybe, you
know, in a whole new boat.

Could do a color here.

If there's more product in here,

and a little better lighting,
it will get more people in.

The aesthetic can come up

and then the clientele can come up a
little bit, and you'd be surprised...

You know, your name's right here. Sir?

You can put it right down here.

[Sam stammering]

[Marty] Come here. Okay.

[Sam] Let's take a look at this bad boy.

Okay. Yeah.

[sighs]

[inaudible]

Manager wanted me to make sure you
still had one of these in your room.

- Yeah, we're all set.
- Sure?

It's chock-full of, uh...
[inhales sharply]

...clever-sounding,
overly-judgmental one-liners.

Yeah, look, Wyatt, is it?

I really don't wanna have to
get you fired today, okay?

Well, if you could, I'd
have to thank you.

This job's my old man's idea.

Something about "calluses
and character."

Yeah, well, you're blowing
leaves, not hiding Anne Frank.

I doubt that that argument resonates
with a Baptist Kansas City lawyer,

but I'll give it a go.

- Your dad's a lawyer?
- Yeah.

We've got a, uh, summer home out here.

And, uh, well, I'm going
to Mizzou in the fall.

- Mm.
- Dad's not happy about my major,

so he's hoping I'll have some, like,
come-to-Jesus summer and switch.

- What about you?
- We're from Chicago.

My dad's in finance, but
clearly he's just cheap.

Anyway. [Clears throat] Three and I are
going wakeboarding in a little bit,

if you guys wanna come along.

Leaving in, like, 20 minutes.
I don't know.

Better than sitting around here all day.

- [sighs]
- Dad said to stay here.

What? To guard three iPads
and a Pandora bracelet?

Have at it.

[Charlotte sighs]

[hip-hop music playing]

[Marty] It's very common for
someone to start a business

because they have an
affinity for the product.

You know what I'm saying?

And that they not necessarily have
a very strong business model.

It happens all the time, so...

I like titties so I opened a titty bar.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Or gentlemen's club, not sure
what you call it around here.

- But it's...
- I call it a titty bar.

You think you can do better?

Well, I think that any business could
benefit from a set of fresh eyes,

and my research tells me that
you have the only, um...

- Titty bar.
- ...titty bar, sure,

in the lake area, and yet you still...
you still seem to struggle,

and I'm wondering what you could
do with an immediate loan

and an updated business plan.

I... I think that, uh, a
higher-caliber dancer

would definitely translate
into a higher-paying customer.

Is there any reason you can't have
beautiful women on your payroll?

I don't think so.

Beautiful girls won't work here.
I won't let 'em.

Plain Janes with a work ethic?
That's my sweet spot right there.

Or freak bait. [Sighs]

Angie here is working on number four.
See, I own the stage.

They pay me to climb up on
it, plus 25% of their tips.

Ain't no payroll. All 1099s.
Independent contractors.

No health insurance,
vacation time, 401(k)s,

social security, sick leave...
and no liability.

- But I want my 25%. Read me?
- Uh-huh. Loud and clear.

- Listen, this is...
- How much you got?

- $100,000, uh, to start.
- You got more? 150, maybe 200?

Yeah, sure I can. Of course I can.
Um, yeah.

I'd need to, obviously, recoup 100%
of my investment as soon as possible,

- and then I'd have two...
- Twenty-five percent.

Sorry?

My cut...

for washing your money.

What you're doing, ain't it?

- I... I don't think you really...
- Hey!

Don't you play me, Mr. Byrde.

Got me a real big temper.

You do not wanna see
it get away from me.

We're done here.

[Sam] All righty.

All right. So... it was built in '75.

You got... 2,500 square feet,

not to mention 350
feet of lake frontage.

You got two sea docks.

- No way I can afford this.
- [car door closes]

- Hey, Sam.
- [Sam] Hey, Buddy.

Actually, it's under your budget.

[boat engine revs]

[Wyatt] Yeah, I'd, uh,
invite you in, but...

- my old man's in a mood right now.
- [Charlotte] Huh.

[Wyatt] Wants me to study
law and work for him.

Thinks journalism's a worthless degree.

- [Charlotte sighs] Isn't it?
- Probably.

- Everyone ready?
- [Charlotte] Yeah.

[man on TV] The great white shark's
teeth develop in many layered rows.

While the shark may use
only 50 at any given time,

hundreds more of the shark's serrated...

[Buddy] Basement's finished.
I'll take that.

You and yours can have the rest.

I don't drive much but when I do,
I don't want to be hemmed in.

So, wait... [stammers] You
want to remain in the house?

[Buddy groans] Sam...

Sorry, Buddy. I didn't have time
to explain that to her. Um...

- I've got a bad heart.
- [Sam] Yeah.

I need a new one. But I'm
82, so I'm not getting one.

My cardiologist tells me
that I've got a year...

eighteen months, tops.

He's a dot head, but other than that
I've no reason to doubt the man.

Um... I'm sorry.

[grunts] I'm selling the
place under the condition

that I be allowed to
live here until I die.

I have a hot plate and a
fridge I can move downstairs.

Any luck, we can go weeks
without seeing each other.

[Wendy chuckles]

Well, there it is.

I understand it's an unusual condition,

and I've priced the
property to reflect that.

- How many kids do you have?
- Two. Girl and a boy.

How old's the girl?

Fifteen.

Why?

Oh, we're on a septic tank
here, not a sewer line.

If she's gonna chuck her
period plugs down the crapper,

you're gonna foot the Roto-Rooter
bill when the tank backs up.

I beg your pardon. Period plugs?

I have terminal heart disease, ma'am.
Since 2012.

I believe in being direct.
That's not a problem, is it?

No.

No problem.

Well, been very nice meeting you.

If this isn't for you, let's
say our goodbyes, shall we?

If it is, great.

Let's call the decider to sign off.

- [Wendy] Who?
- Your husband.

- [Wendy] Ah.
- [Sam] We'll give you a call.

Let me ask you something.

Your heart...

a year?

Yeah, a year.

Eighteen months.

["Dear love of mine" playing]

♪ I'm sittin' down ♪

♪ Sittin' down in my home ♪

♪ Dear love of mine ♪

♪ Please come here alone ♪

♪ How many nights ♪

♪ We were burning so ♪

♪ Dear love of mine ♪

- [siren wailing]
- Come on.

[Charlotte] What's going on?

[Wyatt] Here, put this on.

This isn't your boat, is it?

The house? College? Any of it?

- Hey!
- Snug enough?

For what? Wyatt, stop!
What are you doing?

♪ And this love of mine ♪

♪ She was on the phone ♪

♪ You don't know why ♪

♪ But you're like a stone ♪

♪ Cold, different, changed ♪

♪ Once she loved you so ♪

♪ She will hate you now ♪

♪ When it's time to go ♪

- Hi, I'm Jonah.
- I'm Tuck.

[Jonah] Can I see the knife?

Isn't it cool? You can have it.

- You sure?
- Positive.

- Thanks.
- My pleasure.

[Marty] $1,575 for a propeller.

[sheriff] Stainless steel speed prop.

Seems your daughter and her friends
parked a little too close to shore.

They're not her friends.

Yeah, and she didn't know
that this boat was stolen.

She thought a teenager running a
leaf blower at a prom night motel

lived in a $5 million home?
Drove a $90,000 boat?

- Do you know who they are?
- Wyatt Langmore and his brother, Three.

Now, joyriding's not usually their MO,

but trust me when I tell you
they can't afford to pay.

- And you're assuming we will?
- Mm-hmm.

Charlotte painted a picture to my
deputy of a girl of some privilege.

Private school education. Suburban home.

I'm guessing that your
current choice in lodging

is a reflection of frugality
rather than necessity.

A guessing game.

- That's fun. Can I try?
- Marty...

- Please.
- Um, I'm thinking

that arresting the white trash
that almost killed my daughter

and extracting the truth is
hard, time-consuming work.

Work which, if given a choice,
like us, you'd gladly forego.

- [Wendy] Marty...
- [clears throat]

So, uh, my guess

is that this all comes down to
simple, run-of-the-mill laziness.

- Shut up, Marty.
- How's that?

What happened there?

I have 1,150 miles of shoreline
to patrol and eight boats.

I care about the taxpaying
citizens of this county,

and the tourism dollar
upon which they depend.

So...

to those intent on leaving a
light economic footprint,

staying in the cheapest possible places,
sucking the tit of this department,

while criticizing me in the
prosecution of my duties,

I say, "Go... to fucking Branson."

That's great.

Now, let's finish booking
Charlotte, shall we?

Are you an appointed or an
elected official, Sheriff?

Elected.

And do the... the Langmores vote?

Not historically. No, ma'am.

I would think that votes would
be valuable around here.

Do they pay taxes?

[clicks tongue]

We do.

Both.

And?

- I put a deposit down on a home.
- We're looking for a home.

[sheriff] Well...

welcome.

You're lucky that Charlotte didn't
get mixed up with Ruth Langmore.

She's 19. Smart. Mean.

As a criminal, her
potential's as yet untapped.

Bill? Hey, uh, you wanna pick
up the, uh, brothers Langmore,

Wyatt and Three?

Yeah, they're living with their dad,
Russ. His trailer's in the cove. Right.

- Sheriff, you have a picture of Ruth?
- Yeah.

She is a B and E magician.

Don't put down anything around
her that you're fond of.

[Marty] Hey.

Why do I buy you a phone
if you don't answer it?

It's charging.

[sighs]

Who cleaned up in here?
Did you let somebody in?

- No, I did it.
- You did?

- Yes.
- Well, thank you. Sorry.

Everything okay?

Where'd you get this?

A friend.

I... I went for a short walk.

I took the computers
and bracelet with me.

Okay. Jonah, outside.

Come on. Come, come on. Go, go. Please.

- Jonah, come on. Come on, hurry.
- What?

[sighs]

[Marty] Yeah, no, you mentioned that,
but what about their cousin, Ruth?

[sheriff] She lives with
her uncles, Russ and Boyd.

They haven't seen Ruth and the boys
since this morning. Something missing?

Uh, no. Uh-uh.

Everything is fine, Sheriff. Thank you.

[door unlocks, opens]

[door closes]

Mom says that girl took something.

[sniffles] That she's cousins
with those two assholes.

Do I ask that much of you, Charlotte?

I don't, do I?

[sniffles]

I know where they might have gone. I
just don't know how to get there.

[sniffles]

- Whatcha fishing for, son?
- I'm open to suggestions.

[Marty] Thank you.

[man grunts] There you go.

- [Marty] Catfish. Great.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- You need some ice with that?

Yes, ice, please.

[man 2] Twist right for
fast, left for slow.

If you get back after dark,
just tie it up good for me.

Yep, you got it.

- $100 bill. There you go.
- Thank you.

Uh, excuse me, sir?

Can I give you $100 for, uh,
for those five catfish?

- Yeah.
- Not going fishing?

Uh, I am going fishing. Sure.

I'm just, uh... just getting
off to a good start, you know?

Here we go.

[indistinct chatter]

[Wyatt] You wouldn't even
have been able to get in

if we hadn't got her out, Ruth.

[Ruth] You didn't get the little
dipshit brother outta there, did you?

No. You did not. I had to
wait for him to leave.

[Boyd] I'd a been a
sight more comfortable

with a couple grand and a Handycam.

[Ruth] The point is, Uncle Boyd,
that much cash money's ill-gotten.

We got as much right to it as he does.

No, you do not.

- That is my money and I'm taking it.
- The fuck you are!

Relax! Relax. Just tell
me one thing, okay?

What do you think you're gonna
do with all of that cash?

Can't just stick it in
that hole behind a urinal

in whatever the hell
place this is, okay?

And you can't put it in a bank.

These guys file cash
transaction reports to the IRS

for any deposits over $10,000.

So forget about the bank.

Can't go shopping for some fancy
truck or something. Not with cash.

IRS'll be on your front doorstep
first thing in the morning.

All that is there is a lifetime
supply of groceries and gas.

That's all it is.

- Fuckin' A.
- Shut up.

[Marty] That's mine.

And, technically, I'm
only responsible for it.

Whose money is it? Technically?

His name is Omar Navarro. Does
that mean anything to you?

- No. Who the fuck is a Omar Navarro?
- Well, it should.

- He's a guy you need to worry about.
- [Three] Who is...

- Omar Navarro.
- ...Omar Navarro.

- What do you mean, technically?
- [automated voice] Checking.

Technically, it's not my money. It's
his and I'm... responsible for it.

- [Wyatt] Oh, fuck me.
- So you need to think this through.

- You get it?
- [Boyd] No. No, I don't think so.

Guy who runs a drug
cartel's a smart man.

He wouldn't trust damn near $3
million to someone like you.

Oh, he trusted me with eight.

There's five more million
under the bed at that motel

in a couple of duffel
bags and a suitcase.

You guys need to know how big
this mistake you're making is.

You have $8 million of
some drug kingpin's money?

- That's right.
- Why?

Don't worry about that.

The only question you guys need to
be asking is are you murderers?

You steal that money, you're
gonna have to kill me.

'Cause there's another man
who works for Mr. Navarro,

a very serious man... and
he's gonna come to town.

He's gonna ask me where that money is.
And if I'm still alive,

I'm gonna have to tell him
that the Langmores stole it.

At which point he's gonna find
someone with your last name

and start removing their skin
until he locates the rest of you.

So you decide, right now, once
and for all, are you killers?

You know, a case could be made that...

the disappearance of Mr. Byrde

and the redistribution of this money...
constitutes a good thing.

He's aiding and abetting
the sale of drugs.

- [Russ] Mm-hmm.
- Oh, boy.

Who knows how much pain
and misery he's caused?

- Would cause.
- Would cause.

To kids, even.

Okay.

No, we won't be buying new cars
and trucks off the lot. Fine.

But Merle'd be happy to sell us
lightly used for cash, would he not?

Oh, yeah.

You think the IRS radar's
up the 70-inch Samsungs?

I think not.

We're never ever going to get
another opportunity like this.

Who's the weak link here? Hmm?
Who's got the big mouth?

Who's the weak link with the big
mouth and dates the trashy women

and drinks too much with the trashy men?
Who is it?

Who's the irresponsible one

that's gonna burn through
theirs in, like, five years?

They're gonna come asking you
for a little bit of yours

and what are you gonna
tell that person? Hmm?

You gonna tell them, "No"?
What happens then?

Do they threaten to rat you out for
stealing the money and killing me?

'Cause, don't forget, for all
this to work, you gotta kill me.

And did you know that Missouri
has the death penalty?

So... unless you're prepared
to kill a family member

to keep yourself off death row,

you're looking at constant,
continuous, relentless pursuit

for the rest of your life.

- [sighs] Yeah. I'm out.
- [Marty] Yeah.

- Three.
- Oh, yeah.

Good choice.

- [Three] I'm sorry about Charlotte.
- Not good enough.

- We're taking a hundred grand.
- Mr. Navarro will take it back.

- Fifty, then.
- He'll take that, too.

- Thirty.
- Nope.

We're taking $20,000. Get 20...

That's a mistake.

[Russ] ...for our trouble
and dashed expectations.

- [Ruth chuckles]
- Okeydoke.

- Deal with it.
- You deal with it.

Or you can tell Mr. Navarro the truth.

You are a poor steward of his money.

I'll let him know.

[Russ] Come on.

Almost got that done, didn't I?

Why do I have this feeling we both
know that you'd be better off dead?

- [indistinct radio chatter]
- [helicopter whirring]

[officer on radio] Route 78.
Three miles south of I-80.

[indistinct chatter]

[Petty exhaling sharply]

[grunting]

[Evans] Well?

The jawbone was Hanson Sr.'s...

but I guarantee you, if the rest
of that ooze could take shape...

you'd find Bruce Liddell in there, too.

And you're transferring to Missouri?

That's where Martin Byrde is. [Sniffles]

[weights clattering]

Alive and well, swiping his Amex.

How are we gonna do this?

[sighs]

Byrde liquidates his business.

Somebody does the same to Bruce.

[sighs]

He jerks his family from Chicago
and $8 million from the bank,

transporting both to southern Missouri.

Why?

That money was clean. Taxes were paid.

If he was scared of us freezing it, he'd
just wire it into offshore oblivion.

He needs that money. For
what, I do not know, but...

it'll be illegal.

And I'm gonna catch him.

And when I do, he'll tell
me exactly how and where

the cartels are laundering that money,
at which point I'll seize it. All of it.

And then my career will be made.

That's how I'm gonna do it.

You and me.

Have you thought about how
we're going to do this?

We're not.

[Petty clears throat]

[sighs]

[softly] Who loves his little girl?

[Charlotte sighs softly]

- [softly] Hey, Dad.
- Yeah?

Where you going?

I just have to go somewhere.

I want you to go back to sleep, okay?

I'm sorry I left yesterday.

I know.

It's okay.

I made a friend.

His name is Tuck.

And he works at the Blue Cat Lodge.

Nobody stays in the lodge or...

eats in the restaurant
or drinks at the bar.

That's your kind of place, right, Dad?

Go back to sleep, okay? I love you.

I love you, too.

You know, someday you're
gonna have a little boy.

And I hope that you're as
proud of him as I am of you.

[Jonah] Okay.

Okay.

Go to sleep.

[Marty] The insurance payout
is a million dollars.

- Okay?
- Marty, you got the money back.

- You take the kids today...
- You... you won.

- ...and live off the credit card.
- You won.

I didn't win. How did I win?

I lost everything.

We have nothing.

If I'm dead, we have something.
It's simple.

You take the kids today and
you live off the credit cards

- until the insurance pays out.
- You're not thinking straight.

Then you take that money
and you start over.

You just need more time.

No, I don't, Wendy. This was a dodge.
This was a lie.

No one can wash $8 million down here.

Not in three months.

And when Del gets his $8 million
back, he'll be whole...

and if he knows that I'm dead,
I don't think that he...

I mean, he's got no reason to, uh...

To what?

He has... He has no reason to kill...
to kill us?

Yeah, I don't think that he will.
Why would he?

- You don't have to do this.
- I know.

- Listen.
- You don't. You don't have to...

On this piece of paper is Del's e-mail.

And underneath it is an address
and the number of a storage unit.

And that's where his money is.
That's where he'll find it.

In three hours, I want
you to call the sheriff,

and I want you to tell the
sheriff that I haven't come back

- and that you're worried.
- Marty...

I was hiking on Horseshoe
Bend, near Sweetwater Bluff.

- Okay? Can you say that?
- [whimpers]

- Say that. Say that to me. Come on.
- Horseshoe...

- Horseshoe Bend. Near Sweetwater Bluff.
- [crying] Horseshoe Bend...

I was hiking on Horseshoe
Bend, near Sweetwater Bluff.

Sweetwater...

Okay.

That's where they're gonna find me

and then I want you to e-mail Del and I
want you to do it immediately, okay?

Because if somebody
else finds that money,

if somebody else goes poking
around that storage place...

Marty. Marty, don't do this.

Don't. Do not do this.

[continues indistinctly]

[inaudible]

[dialing phone]

[Bob] Hello?

Hey, Bob. Good morning.
It's Marty Byrde.

I've got a little bit of a
random question for you.

Have you, by chance, ever handled
any life insurance investigations?

A couple dozen. Why?

Okay, good. 'Cause I've got this friend

and he is looking for an
answer, or statistics, really,

on how often carriers deny claims

if there's any suspicion that the
policy holder has committed suicide.

Does this client have an actual
claim that's been denied

or is he just curious?

I think he just wants to
know how often the...

the claim is paid out
after the investigation.

Uh, yeah, how, how many times they
follow through with the payment.

Uh, you know, I guess
a percentage, maybe?

I'm not sure. I mean, what can
I tell him? What do you think?

Uh, 85% or... or 70%? Is it...
Is it less?

If it's an individual by himself, any
death, it's gonna be investigated.

Sure, that's understandable.

Um, but if it's an actual accident.

If it's a car accident, if it's...

I don't know, I don't
know what it would be.

[stammers] If it's hiking or if it's...

It would depend. Now, this client...

say he's maybe had recent
financial problems

or demonstrated unusual behavior,
like quitting his job suddenly.

Or... if maybe he had a
spouse who'd been unfaithful.

That's all ammunition the
insurance company would use

to try and not pay out.

Yeah, yeah, so...

would you put it at, like, 50%?

Bob? Is it less than 50?

I can't give you numbers.

Mr. Byrde?

[sighs]

Thanks so much for your help.

[Wendy stammering]
Yes, yes, I know. I...

I'm sure I'm worrying over nothing.
It's just he...

He doesn't know the roads here.

Exactly. That's all I ask.

All right. Thank you, Sheriff.
Thank you.

[sniffles]

- [door unlocks, opens]
- [Jonah] Hey, Dad.

- [Marty] Where's your mom?
- [door closes]

[breathing heavily]

Did you send the e-mail?

Good.

Good.

I wasn't thinking straight.

[sobbing]

Hey, pal.

Tell me more about the Blue Cat Lodge.

- [woman] What do you want?
- [Marty] What do you want?

Go on. Get up. I got shit to do.
Come on.

Up, up. Come on.

Miss Garrison, I don't know
anything about your business.

Therefore I have no suggestions
on how to improve it.

I invest in people, not businesses.

I look for people that are
passionate about what they do,

and for some reason, they
haven't found success.

And I know money. I know
how to make it work.

I know how to get it.

I have it... and I'm willing
to invest it in you.

[chuckles]

Look, uh, Marty, I know this angle.

You invest. Hmm?

And then we go and we
remodel some units.

And come June, business
improves incrementally...

and I take a little more money.

And then July rolls around,
a little more money,

but it's advertising for the Fourth.

And then a few more units are rented...

and it's better than nothing,
but it's still not enough

to service the debt on the
loan I already owe the bank.

A loan secured by the
mortgage on this property.

That old chestnut.

And then, before you
know it, it's Labor Day

and I'm in hock to you and the bank

and you force a sale, recoup
your investment with interest.

I don't need you for that, Marty, 'cause
I can fuck things up all by myself.

So get out.

Now.

[alarm chirps]

Shit, I don't know. I do know
that he has a kitty named Henry.

Tuck, you are, without a doubt, the
biggest retard I've ever seen.

[country music playing on radio]

Hey.

Don't use that word. What the
hell's the matter with you?

- Did you say something to me?
- You can't use that word. Ever.

You telling me what I can and can't say?

Yeah. I give that lesson to my
kids, they get it right away.

You got about 20 years on both of them

and you still don't know
you can't say that shit?

I mean, why does he have to feel
bad just so you can feel good?

Plus, when you disrespect him,
you disrespect this whole place.

And you might be able to get
away with that kind of crap

at the dive bars you're used
to going to, but not here.

I won't tolerate it.

- [man] You won't tolerate it?
- That's right.

I won't... tolerate it.

[Marty] Now hang on a second.

You take a big deep breath, 'cause
I want you to look at something.

That wall's got about 50
years' worth of photographs.

One specifically, this one right here,

with the kid and his dad
and that great big fish.

Bartender, can I see that picture there

with the kid and his
dad and that big fish?

That's it. Thank you.

Now, this is an illusion.
Whoever took this photo

told this kid to push this fish forward
so it'd look bigger in the picture

because he wanted to make this memory as
special as possible, because he cared.

That happens here.

And you want to disrespect that?
I don't think so.

Now I want you to apologize
to that young man right now.

You miserable, redneck...

cocksucker.

Who is that?

[Wendy] That is Buddy Dieker.

Who?

Mr. Dieker will be living in the
basement for a year... give or take.

Mom, what are we doing here?

[sighs]

Your father's laundering money
for a Mexican drug cartel.

I shit you not.

Hello, Mr. Dieker!

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