All language subtitles for Sneaky Pete S02E06 -

Oh, Carly, God,
I cannot believe

that I'm finally meeting you.

What are you, 16?

17, uh, in two months.

Everybody must tell you
you look just like your mom.

- Sometimes, yeah.
- And Taylor, too.

Around the eyes.

Last time I saw Julia,
you were, what, 10, 11?

You were all dressed up
in your mom's high heels.

And...
Yeah, you had a red hat

with a pom-pom on top,
and you were...

you were singing
into a kitchen spoon.

Oh, God.

Right, Pete?
Do you remember?

Uh, what... you were dancing
around to, uh... Madonna.

That'd be, uh, Mariah Carey...

- Right.
- Actually, mm-hmm.

Yeah, oh, I think your dad
has a video of that.

- He made a video.
- I have to see that.

- Over my dead body.
- And, Taylor...

you were always playing hockey.

You were gonna get
out of Bridgeport,

be a big NHL star.

Yeah, well,
we all grow up, right?

I-I never would've guessed

that... you'd end up a cop.

But I guess... I don't know.
Makes sense.

You were always kind of a bully.

What? I'm just
telling the truth.

Yeah, well, that was
a long time ago, Mom.

- 20 years.
- Mm-hmm.

You mind me asking, um,
what brings you back?

Pete, actually.

I mean, I thought about
coming back for years.

But, uh, then I always
found a reason not to.

Then Pete called, and he told me
that he'd been here

and, uh, seen you all.

And he... he told me
about Dad's stroke.

And I knew it was time.

So... here I am.

- Here we all are.
- Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

Come in, come in.

This is... this is just
for... for $10.

Like, uh, imagine
what they would do

for $11 million!

Oh.

Hey.

Speaking of $11 million...

where the fuck
is my $11 million?

What?

Do you see something?

It's your aura.

There's a deep curiosity
in you.

You're very intuitive,

but it's been hard
losing your parents

at such a young age.

I-I don't know.

Oh, no, I don't...
I don't mean...

I'm sorry. I don't mean
to make you feel uncomfortable.

It's just, uh, when...
when someone loses someone

important to them,
there's a trauma to the spirit.

This is what you do
for a living?

- What?
- You're a-a psychic?

I'm a spiritualist, actually.

And what's the difference?

I read people.

I help them with their problems,

and I... I connect them
with people who've passed.

Taylor?

- Oh, shit.
- Grandpa.

Taylor, are you all right?

Your text sounded
kind of urgent.

- Maggie.
- Hmm.

- Hi.
- Oh...

Maggie.

- You're here.
- Better late than never, right?

Aw, Daddy.

Are you okay?

I am fine!

I'm fine!

Oh, I...

Hey...

Pete!
You're back!

You're here! Come, come, come,
get over here.

Get over here!

You!

This is bloom pour.

Slow, steady circles,
take time.

The coffee, fine grind,
less bitter.

Rich color, nice viscosity.

It's a good bean.

A good bean. Yes.

A man who appreciates coffee.

Yeah, you spend as much time
in a car as I do, you know,

you like a good cup of coffee.

Ah, it's fine.

I don't know if you need
all this hipster bullshit.

Fuck hipsters!

I've been doing this shit
30 years.

I'm just saying,
give me a cup of Dunkin' Donuts.

How about I give you
cup of hot piss?

Huh?

Take lesson from friend.
He has taste.

Now...

you have mother,

then you lost mother.

You have son,

then you lost son.

These two, they are
resourceful, no?

- We'll get 'em.
- That, we will.

My father was fisherman.

Very simple life,

but he teach me
everything I need to know

about business.

In springtime,
he fish for squid

in bay of my town,
Herceg Novi.

♪♪

Most men fish during daytime.

Easy.

But my father,
very smart man.

He fish for squid at night.

More difficult, more dangerous,

but he knows

that if he shine light
into water...

the squid,
they cannot help themselves.

They must come.
Curious.

He get big catch every time.
Much profit, so...

Go to farm,

tie Grandma and Grandpa
to chair...

and burn fucking house
down to foundation.

♪♪

Light from fire
will draw Maggie and Pete to us.

♪♪

♪♪

♪ It's getting
harder out here ♪

♪♪

♪ I keep trying
to just make my way ♪

♪♪

♪ It's not lying ♪

♪♪

♪ I'm only trying ♪

♪♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪♪

I found it!

Hey, can I talk
to you for a minute?

Oh, hey. You guys, you got to
look at these great pictures.

- No, I think...
- Oh, my God.

All right, this is
a bit of a mindfuck.

You have no idea.
How's the, um... the, um,

- laundry service coming?
- Oh, great, great.

Yeah, Dockery was so happy,
he gave me more laundry.

- A lot more.
- Shit.

- Grandpa, is that you?
- Look at this one.

Oh, my God.
Look at Mom's hair.

- It looks like a wig!
- I gave her that perm.

Wha... On purpose?

No, I didn't say
that I was good at it.

- Look at you.
- Oh, no, no, look at this.

Look at... there's Pete,
there's Taylor,

and there is Julia.

Pete, Pete.

Do you remember that day?

What? That was in the, uh...
the cockpit.

Those matching tracksuits,
I thought we were so cool.

And then Taylor threw up on me
as soon as the plane took off.

It was the milkshake.
- It was disgusting.

Pete, you look
really different.

Yeah, well, he grew up.

Ma, is that... is that you
when you were, uh...

Uh, yeah, that's me
and Jason Burrows.

- Oh, yeah?
- It was at the prom.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, wow.

Grandpa, how come you never
showed us these before?

Uh, forgot, I guess.

I... hey, um, let...
let's have dinner.

Let's have
a big family dinner.

I'm gonna call Audrey.

Is that... is that a good idea?

Maybe... I mean, maybe
she should ease into it.

Oh, no, no, no.
We are going to celebrate.

Hey. Hey, it's me.

Look, um, I'm gonna
make a big dinner tonight.

Tonight? I'm exhausted.

Well, I've already
invited everybody.

- Who's everybody?
- The family.

So uninvite them.

- Well, I can't.
- Why?

Uh, look, look,
I'm gonna do all the cooking.

You don't have to do...

Just call it a day
and come home, okay?

Otto, what's this about?

Well, you'll find out
when you get here.

Hey, Dad, it's okay.

Maybe another time.

Oh, my God.

- Is that...?
- Yes.

When were you gonna tell me?

Look, all the kids
are here,

and we're looking
at old photos.

Huh? Just call it a day
and come home.

I've got too much work.

Audrey, it can wait.
Please, just...

Look, ever since my stroke, your
Mom's been doing double duty.

- She'll be here.
- Grandpa, I got to go

do some work stuff,
but I'll grab booze.

- Okay.
- I'm gonna pick up the kids.

- And I'll get dessert.
- Okay. Do it, do it.

- Don't be late!
- Hey, Mom, you know,

I'm thinking, this is probably
really hard for Grandma.

Maybe you should
go to the office

and see her one-on-one, right?

- I can drive you.
- Mags?

- I'll go, but... but by myself.

You... you stay here and, uh,

help your grandfather
with dinner.

Mom, I'm getting the idea
you don't want to talk to me.

Hey, come on.

- Come on.
- Okay.

Go with Maggie. You need to
spend time together, you know?

Do you mind telling me
what the fuck's going on?

Easy, my dad is watching us.

Bye, Dad.

Why would you leave me
to die in Rosedale?

Hmm? Well, I think
the bigger question

is why are you pretending
to be my son?

Pete and I were cellmates.

He would talk a lot
about his family, his childhood,

and how he hadn't
been here in 20 years.

So, when I got out,
I needed a place to hide.

Why is not important.
I became Pete.

How's that
working out for you?

- It's fucking great.
- Uh-huh.

That's how it's...
You know what?

- I'm still alive, right?
- Yeah, okay.

I'm sorry about Rosedale,
all right?

But you came there with all
kinds of conflicting energy.

- Oh.
- Yes. I didn't know

whether you were a friend
or an enemy or both.

So I ran. I ran.

But then I talked
to Pete, though.

And he told me...
he told me about you.

He said
that you had saved him

and that I could trust you.

But I didn't know that
in Rosedale.

And I still don't know that now.

- Where the fuck is Pete?
- He's safe.

What, on some
Indian reservation?

If you knew that,
why did you ask me?

Because I'm just trying
to figure out your fucking game.

Game... I'll give you game.

Yeah, you want me
to be the target.

Target?

They'll think that Pete's dead,
and then he's safe, right?

- Safe?
- Yeah.

- I want everyone to be safe.
- Oh, bullshit.

I have had enough
blood on my hands.

I don't want any more.

What's a nice girl like you

doing in a place
like this?

I'll teach you to say that...

Shannon?

- Shannon?
- Shh.

Shush.

I can't
seem to get a strong signal.

I'll tell you
what's wrong with it.

It's wet, mildewed,
corroded, rotten,

like everything else
in this rotten jungle.

- Hey, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Mm.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- You better shut up.
- Hold on. Shh.

I just came from
some crazy shit with my family.

I thought you were
really in trouble.

What?

I am.

In my head, I...
I figured I could...

manage to keep everything
in its little box, but...

Sean is getting touchy,
and I'm running out of excuses.

I... I don't...

I'm not sure
if I can keep doing this.

You don't have to.

Leave him.

- Huh?
- We can figure this out.

- It's not...
- Hey.

You've got to be quiet,
or I'm gonna ask you to leave.

Oh, by all means.

Good hunting, good show,
jolly good fun.

Jolly, jolly good.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

Otto looks so old.

You know, when I left,
he was a bear,

and now he's an old man.

Yeah, time is relentless.

But can we get to
the more pressing issue?

I wanted to go home
when I heard he had a stroke.

But those guys are following me.

I didn't want to
lead them back to my family.

You ever go home?

This is not that kind
of conversation.

Well, I mean,
it's not a stretch to imagine

that a con man might've had
a less-than-perfect childhood.

Oh, for fuck's sake.
We don't have time for this.

You have to tell me
what happened

at that storage facility.

I don't want to talk
about what happened.

I don't think you really
have a choice

unless you want
your whole family dead.

Look, I... I can't help you

unless you tell me
what happened.

You know, I worked
with a crew

run by my boyfriend Reggie.

We were good.

15 minutes, in and out.
Hit as many lockers as we could.

But then three years ago,

we hit a place
in Mount Vernon.

While Pete followed
the security guard to lunch,

we went inside.

♪♪

We killed the security cameras.

We found some cash
and a key taped

to the bottom of a drawer
for locker 237.

It seemed maybe important.

So, while the rest of us
popped locks,

Reggie checked out 237.

It was full of the usual
sad, forgotten junk.

Reggie was about to leave

when he saw
some boxes at the back.

♪♪

He couldn't tell me
what it was

that drew him to the boxes...

♪♪

Or what made him
look past the magazines.

He showed us what was inside.

♪♪

There's nine more
just like this one.

That much cash
hidden in a locker

set off alarms for me.

But I sensed something more
about the money...

that it had a bad past
and an even worse future.

Pete's gonna have to step up.

- This is bad. I...
- No, this is our money.

This is what we've been
working for.

♪♪

So I called Pete...

told him to do whatever
it took to delay the guard,

to buy us time to get
the money out of the building.

Nobody move!

He tried, but...

Where the fuck is it?

I'm guessing
he told you that guard

had already gone back to work.

♪♪

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

♪♪

♪♪

Maggie! Check him!

- You're shot.
- I'm fine. Check him!

Check him!

♪♪

Let's go!

We took the money
and went to the meet-up,

but Pete never showed.

♪♪

Reggie was gonna die
if we didn't do something,

so I threw on a wig
and got him help.

♪♪

After I took care of the van,
I returned to the hospital.

But by the time I got back,
there was a man there.

♪♪

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He had the darkest aura
I'd ever seen,

black as night.

♪♪

Reggie was dead.

I assume that he told them
where the money was.

I would've.
Anybody would've.

I didn't know... I didn't know
that he hadn't

until you came to Rosedale.

- So where is it?
- I'm not telling you that.

Not yet.

This... this man
with the black aura...

his name is Luka,
and he's the...

He's the scariest man
in the world.

I know.

But, uh, right now

I got to go talk
to someone even scarier.

Okay.

♪♪

♪♪

I need a drink first.

First you freak out
because Luka's pissed.

Now you're freaked out
because he's too calm?

I don't get you.

There's something
not right about that guy.

We lose his only connection
to the money,

and he pulls that calm shit.

The time to worry
is when the drums stop.

He's been looking for that money
for three years.

What'd he have before us?
Nothing.

Fucking goose egg.

He still has nothing.

We found the woman
and the kid once.

We'll find him again.

All you got to do is keep
your head on your shoulders.

And you'll be able to
move out to Seattle.

You can grow your beard,
open your fuckin' coffee shop.

Life'll be great.

We were pretty good
till I was about 14 or 15.

And then what happened

is I developed a thing
for bad boys.

And I know that's not original,
but it was something to me.

And Audrey tried
to keep me out of all that

went with those boys,
and for a while, it worked,

until Pete's dad...

So this is... this is all
really interesting.

Yeah, you don't care. You want
to know where the money is.

Yep.

Well, look,
I've done a lot of bad things.

I've hurt a lot of people,

stealing things,
and I'm done with it,

which is why I'm giving
the money back to Luka.

You're gonna do what?

- I know that you want it.
- No, this isn't...

- This is not about what I want.
- Oh, no? Okay.

No, you don't know
who you're dealing with.

- Oh, no, but I do.
- No, you don't.

I've dealt
with a lot of bad people.

"Bad" doesn't begin
to describe these people.

If you give back the money,
they're gonna kill me.

And then he's gonna go after
your whole family,

and he's gonna make you watch.

- And then he's gonna kill you.
- No. No.

- Yeah.
- No, he won't.

- Yeah, he is. Yes, he is.
- No. I had a vision.

- I had a vision.
- Oh, you had a vision?

- Yeah.
- Let's spend the next half hour

- listening to your vision.
- I had a vision.

Go ahead.

There are many different paths
the future can take.

And I saw one as clear as day.

If we give the money
back to Luka, we live.

That's it.

♪♪

I've reconsidered,
and I'll bail out Valerie.

But there are conditions.

She surrenders her passports,

and I have eyes
on her the whole weekend.

That won't be necessary.

When you bailed her out
six months ago, she skipped.

- She won't run again.
- You sure?

- I am.
- I'm not. I'm sitting on her.

Even if she only gets

a weekend on the outside
with you by her side,

it's better than nothing.

You're spending a lot of money
for one weekend.

I owe her.

Valerie was, uh...

cleaning some linens for me
through a chain of yoga studios.

Freaking gold mine.

Anyway, I was feeling
some federal heat,

needed a sacrificial lamb.

She volunteered,
took the hit.

- Then ran.
- She got cold feet.

Nobody wants to go to prison.

What made you
change your mind?

$500,320.

♪♪

That's more than
we talked about.

- A lot more.
- That's the deal.

I bond Valerie, you launder
the cash, all of it.

Whose is it?

Money like that,
I got to know.

♪♪

- Chayton Dockery.
- Hmm.

All right, little blondie.

I can work with that. Deal.

♪♪

- Hey, Marius.
- Do I know you?

FBI.

Get in the car. Both of you.

What the fuck?

♪♪

What the fuck
is this about?

What the fuck you think
it's about?

We're here to talk
about Delchev, Luka Delchev.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

In 2000, Luka Delchev
got political asylum in America.

A few years back,
he blipped big-time

on our radar, running a small
but brutal criminal syndicate

in Mount Vernon.

We went after him, got nothing.

Nobody talked...
either too afraid or too dead.

Then we got a call
from Interpol.

Turns out in '98,
a U.N. peacekeeping unit

transporting $15 million
in secret cash

was ambushed in the hills
of Montenegro.

- Money vanished, no survivors.
- Delchev was suspected.

But he'd covered his tracks
with a trail of bodies.

Three years ago, we got warrants
to raid his premises,

access safety deposit boxes,
but Luka had been tipped off.

He hid the money someplace,
we just didn't know where.

But you found it,
didn't you, Maggie?

I didn't find... I don't know
what you're talking about.

It was in one of
the storage lockers, wasn't it?

Took us a while to figure out
who got it,

and by then, you were gone.

So we watched Luka
for three years,

until Frank and Joe Hooper
led us right to you.

And you, Marius... funny how
you just keep popping up.

We don't have the money.

Even if there was money,
which there isn't,

my acknowledging that would...

would be an admission
of guilt, right?

We don't care
about either of you.

All we want is Delchev.

But to get him,
we need your cooperation.

- What does that mean?
- You lead Delchev

to the money
and us to Delchev.

We'll put him away
for the rest of his life.

- You'll have to wear a wire.
- And we'll need the money

so we can install
trackers and dye packs.

In exchange,
we let you both walk

on any and all charges,

including Marius' involvement
in the attempted murder

of an FBI agent
in Chinatown last week.

But we need you
to agree to these terms.

One-time offer.

Sure, okay.

Uh, if you guys
had any real evidence,

um, I think I'd already
be arrested, right?

So, um, I-I'm gonna say

book me now or... or let me go,

'cause I need a smoke.

And I don't think...
I don't think that's allowed

in the...
in the FBI offices, right?

- Okay, thank you.
- Fuck you.

Have a good day.

Look...

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

Attempted murder
of an FBI agent?

It was the wrong place,
wrong time.

What should we do?

Should we cooperate
with the FBI?

No, no, no, we can't.
If they don't get a conviction,

Luka walks, we're all dead.

It's a fucking massacre.

But if you tell me
where the money is...

No.

Okay, then we're done.
We're done.

- No, but I...
- Yeah, you can catch a cab.

- I need your help.
- You... you what?

- You need my help?
- I need your help, yeah.

- You need my fucking help?
- That vision

that I told you about,
for it to work,

everything has to be
exactly as I saw it.

And you're part of that vision.

Without you, it fails.

And Luka kills me
and my entire family.

♪♪

I'm sorry, Dad,
but when I got there, I just...

I couldn't face her.

Oh.
Trust me, I know the feeling.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, you haven't told me
how great I look.

You look great, Dad.

- I look like shit.
- Mm.

- And you... went gray.
- What?

Oh, gray is in fashion
right now.

People... people pay good money
to get this look.

I missed you.

Hey, Taylor, your Aunt Maggie
needs some wine.

♪♪

Oh, oh, whoa, whoa.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Pete.

We're ready
for those mushrooms.

♪♪

Julia, your children
are beautiful.

Thank you.

Are their fathers
involved?

Not so much.

- Well, sometimes that's easier.
- That's what they tell me.

Yeah, and then you got to hear
about it from Audrey.

She loves the Catholic guilt.

Yeah, I think she
owns stock in it.

♪♪

Uh, Grandpa, I'm sure
the doctor told you

to cut back on the salt.

Oh, yeah! Yeah, I'm doing it.

- Hey, Pete?
- Yeah.

Do you remember the Corn Flakes?

- The... the... the what?
- The Corn Flakes.

Corn Flakes. Father's Day.

Breakfast in bed...

Seriously, you don't
remember the Corn Flakes?

♪♪

When I, uh...
when I confused the sugar

with the salt on the cereal.

And you loaded it on,
and you were so proud of it

that I had to eat it all!

Okay.

Yeah, that was a nice story.

Do you need a hand?

No, thanks. All good.

Look, I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

You think? Hmm.

I know that you're upset
because I called you a bully.

You know what?

I was...

an asshole to Pete sometimes
when we were kids.

I was.

But I was a kid.

You were an adult when you

turned Grandma and Grandpa's
lives upside down.

Do you have any idea
what it was like around here

after you took off?

Because that's what
I grew up with.

I don't know why you're here.

But if either you or Pete
do anything more

to hurt this family,
you will deal with me.

Just the truth.

♪♪

♪♪

What you just said...

Oh, wow. Look who's here.

I guess we're not having
a barbecue.

So we'll wait.
Get those two alone.

♪♪

Here comes Grandma.

♪♪

Oh, my God. I can't wait
to eat those mushrooms.

Yeah.
It's so good.

♪♪

♪♪

Come here.

♪♪

Oh.

Oh.

♪♪

What about the time
I was teaching you to drive?

- No.
- Uh-huh!

- No, no, don't.
- Oh, please, please.

- Don't tell that story.
- You have to, please.

- No, don't.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You were, what...
you were, what, 16?

I took Maggie up to the rooftop
of the Bridgeport Mall,

up the parking structure there.

And it was Sunday morning.

The place was empty,
and she's doing great.

Right? So I thought,
"What the hell?

- Time to drive home!"
- I said I didn't want to.

- I told you.
- Yes, you did.

- And you didn't listen.
- No, I did not.

Yeah, so she's...

here, she's driving down
the spiral ramp,

and she's doing great,
down the spiral ramp.

I don't know how to drive

And she's really, really
doing great,

and then suddenly,
out of nowhere,

side wall, bam!

Oh, my God.

Veers to the left

and smashes the car
against the wall

and then blam-o!

And I'm saying,
"Pull over! Pull over!"

And she just starts screaming.

Where was I gonna pull over?
Really?

Where was I gonna pull over?
It's a ramp.

What did you do?
What did you do?

- I kept driving!
- She kept driving.

Driving all the way down.

Six parking levels
and one car later...

I'm asking where's the brake,
I don't even know.

And the driving lesson ended.

And then from then on,
I became

the driving instructor
in the family.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Bad drive...

Grandma hit a car
in the mall parking lot.

What? When?

Uh... yesterday.

A fender bender.
Everything's fine.

Why don't you clear
the dishes, Carly?

And I think you should
start with that wine glass.

- Okay.
- Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Stop, everyone, stop.

I would like to say a few words

before everybody leaves.

All right.

When you wake up in the morning,

we don't know what
each day is going to bring.

Today brought Maggie.

Now, I have been around
a while.

And I have had
some pretty close scrapes.

You know, and when
I was a kid, in Nam,

um, a few more recently.

At my age,
you... you begin to understand

that family is everything.

That's why I am so grateful
that we are all together.

Uh-huh. Let's keep it this way.

Uh, I... I'd like to say
a few words, too.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Uh, um...

Um... being home
after all these years

has been a little daunting.

Uh, but you've all been
very welcoming

and I really...
I do, I appreciate it.

But, uh, it's been pretty rough
the last 20 years.

But Pete's been there for me,

and my spiritualism

has given me strength
on my journey.

I've learned a lot.

But the main thing I've learned
is forgiveness.

Mom...

I want you to know that...

I forgive you.

And I just hope
that you can forgive yourself.

Aunt Carly's throwing up.

Oh, I'll go. I'll go.

She asked for Aunt Maggie.

Oh, okay.

Okay. Thanks for...
thanks for, uh...

Yeah, I... I got a work text.
I... I got to go.

Sorry.

How's it feel to be forgiven?

You must be loving this.

Oh, not so much.

The holier-than-thou thing

just really isn't
playing for me.

♪♪

But you two are more alike
than I imagined.

In what way could we
possibly be alike?

You're both strong-willed.

♪♪

And...

you both pretty much say
whatever comes into your head.

♪♪

Your sister seems to be
taken with her.

Mm.

She read her aura.

Carly loved it.

♪♪

I think she feels
a connection to Mom.

♪♪

I have to go clean.

♪♪

I'm sorry about tonight.

I should've told you
she was coming.

Is that why you left Bridgeport?
To get her?

Well, I just didn't want to get
everybody's hopes up.

She's a-a bit
of a hard target.

I think I was about
ten years old before I realized

that she wasn't like
other kids' moms.

I swear I...

if I thought
of doing something wrong,

she'd know about it.

She'd bust me before I even
had the chance.

Has she always been like that?

When Maggie was a teenager,
she told us...

she heard voices,

saw auras.

First we thought
it was some...

psychological
or neurological problem.

But lots of
expensive tests later,

doctors told us
she was fine.

So you think it's real.

I don't know.

But I think it's real for her.

Yeah.

When I was 17, I drank
way too much Southern Comfort.

And I threw up all night.

And your mom...
She held back my hair.

She covered for me so that Mom
and Dad wouldn't find out.

She saved my butt.

Do you really think
that I look like my mom?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, it's not just
how you look, though.

You... your whole...
your spirit is like hers.

Oh, just...

Wow.
Where'd you get these?

Julia saved them.

Are you upset?

No.

No, it's just, uh...

They were very private
at the time.

Um, I'm glad you have them.

♪♪

Do you miss my mom?

Yes, but we're still in touch.

Death is just a, uh,
transition for the spirit.

Um, your mom and I...

we talk all the time.

♪♪

Is she here now?

Yeah, I... I feel her presence.

She's looking out for you.

♪♪

Could I talk to her?

Maybe, sometime.

But... but for now,
you just sleep.

- Okay.
- Ah.

Good night.
- Mm, good night.

You guys going?

Uh, we're coming back
tomorrow.

I was hoping
I could have a word.

- Should've got Schwartz's
- What?

The pastrami, it's the best.

Oh, great. Thanks.

What are you doing here?

Uh, you wanted to talk to me?

Oh, shit.
Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, no, I had a question...
a jurisdiction issue.

The desk sergeant helped me.
You didn't need to come in.

It's okay. It gave me an excuse
to get out of some family stuff.

Well, as long as
you came all this way...

- Yes, yes. Thank you.
- There you go.

You deserve it.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- So what's going on here?
- Mm.

Oh, just tying up
some loose ends.

You know what? I...

I never got
a chance to tell you,

but I have been
so lucky to have you.

You're a really good cop.

You ever consider going
for detective?

I took the exam and failed.

Everybody fails
the first time.

- You?
- No.

Mm-hmm.

Well, what'd you get wrong?

They... I mean,
they don't tell you.

But I know I screwed up
evidence law.

So take it again.

You'd be
a really good detective.

You're too kind.

What'd you, uh...
what'd you tell him?

The truth.

♪♪

♪♪

What?

Did you know Pete
was put in foster care

- after Maggie was arrested?
- No.

How would I know that?

I never should've let you
call the police.

Should've stopped you.

She chose to bail out
that asshole of a boyfriend

with our money and run off
to California.

Remember?

We would've gone bankrupt.

What the hell else
could I have done?

I should've gone after her.

You had a business and a family
to take care of.

And she would've run again,
'cause that's what she does.

You think
I haven't wanted this...

all of us together
in this house?

- I'm not some ogre.
- I didn't say that you were...

Something isn't right, Otto.

Isn't it strange

that after everything
that happened last week,

with Pete,
the money, the police,

that Maggie suddenly
shows up?

I know you want to believe

this is a nice,
happy family reunion,

but what do we know?

Pete robbed a gun range
three years ago.

- Uh, n-no, he said...
- I know what he said.

The problem is,
I'm not sure if I believe it.

I'm just happy they're back.

♪♪

♪♪

And then I found the gun
in the fireplace

in the second-floor apartment
behind the drywall.

Turns out the genius
stuffed the gun down the chimney

of the row house like that scene
in The Godfather.

That's fucking amazing.

But...

it was actually
The Godfather II.

Oh, my God. Really? Seriously,
you're one of those guys.

I'm sorry, but I am.

You want one more? Hmm?

No, that's it.
Two-beer limit.

Besides, I have to go
back to the city first thing.

I'm, uh, bringing in
the blood sample

from Winslow's car.

I thought all the tests
were done.

Nope. Test here
was just for type.

In New York, we're doing
a full panel.

By the end of the week,

we're gonna have
a complete DNA profile

on whoever was in that car
with him.

- Bullshit.
- I don't care. Fine.

- I hope you changed your mind.
- My God, I'm going to bed.

You're making
a big fucking mistake.

Well, yeah,
it wouldn't be the first time.

He didn't die from the bullet.

Your old boyfriend Reggie...
the doctors got the slug out.

- He was gonna live.
- I read the M.E.'s report.

What Reggie went through
with Luka, I'd have talked.

- But Reggie didn't.
- He protected you.

Maybe you could
do something for him

and help us take down the man
who tortured him to death.

- Who's Reggie?
- All right.

You don't want to do it
for your family,

you don't want to do it
for Reggie, fine.

You know, whatever happens,
it's on you.

Sleep tight.

Well, good luck
with your vision thing.

No, you know what?

I'm not gonna die over some
bullshit psychic vision.

It's just like
that FBI douchebag said.

If Luka kills your whole family,
that's on you.

I'm gonna get my shit
and get the fuck away from you.

I'm sorry.
Can we discuss this, please?

- No, bullshit. Discuss what?
- I've had... this is not my...

There is nothing
to discuss here.

I've done all I can to save you
and your family.

- I need you, Marius.
- Well, that's too bad.

- You're part of my vision.
- Stop talking about your vision.

- Fuck you, man!
- Cause me this kind of trouble.

Oh, hey. Well, it's a good thing
you guys are here.

- You working with a Fed?
- The what? No.

- You wearing a wire?
- I'm not wearing... no, no, no.

No, they grabbed us.
I swear, we didn't say anything.

Shut the fuck up!

- Get the fuck over here!
- All right, wait, wait.

I just got to get some...

What do you need?

What? Come on.

You don't need shit!

Put on your scared face.
We're going to Luka.

What's so important that it
couldn't wait until morning?

She has a sample of your blood
from the car.

By the end of the week,
Roby will be able

to identify you
as the passenger.

D-don't they need a court order
to get a person's DNA?

Yeah. But she may have
enough for a warrant.

I can't have any of this
land on you.

♪♪

If there's no other choice,
I'll turn myself in.

That wouldn't solve anything.

You, me, Grandpa, Pete,
we're all implicated.

I need Roby to think...
to know...

that someone else
killed Winslow.

I need to get the gun.

I woke you? Good.
You sleep too much.

Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm drunk.

Doesn't matter.

What I'm... what I'm telling you
is this...

I need to finish
this thing for Moe.

I let all this...

All this happened
because of me.

I let something happen before.

I'm not doing it again.

So...

I need to get
that proclamation back.

You gonna help me
or what?

Please...

Maggie Murphy.

I have been looking forward
to meeting you.

I must tell you, though,
you're a slippery one.

But you also must know
a Montenegrin never gives up.

I-I didn't know. I didn't know
that you were from Montenegro.

Who's this?

Is he your son?

He's a good-looking boy.

We have so much to talk about.

But first,
anyone care for some coffee?

It's fresh.

No, thank you.

These two, they know
my passion for coffee.

- You want some?
- No. No, thank you.

No?

- No, thanks.
- I'm all right.

Joe, come on.
You liked my coffee last time.

- This is new bean.
- It's a good bean.

Smell it.

Aah! Motherfucker!

You motherfuck...

Tough guy!

- Ah, you mother...
- You gonna kill me?

Huh?

- Huh? Asshole!
- Oh, you motherfucker!

Huh? Frank fucking told me,
you stupid fuck!

He wasn't gonna do anything.
I had everything under control.

You did not have
everything under control.

You got something
very, very wrong.

Oh, my God.

Miro? Shut him the fuck up.

No...

♪♪

♪♪

Do you know
what they got wrong?

What?

♪♪

How about you?

♪♪

Do you know, Maggie Murphy?

He's not my son.

Bingo.

♪♪

You and Joe had the wrong
fucking guy from start.

Never knew.
A con man!

Coming to steal my money!

I should kill you, too.

Ah, ah, ah.

♪♪

Hey...

you remember me, Marius?

- No.
- It's okay.

We never actually met.

Billy Primo
said your name once.

- You remember Billy.
- Yes, I do.

He was meaning to hire you
to con my niece.

Ah, ah, ah, naturally,
I looked you up.

You didn't take the job,
so you lived.

Anyway, stories for
another day.

♪♪

Now...

♪♪

Where the fuck is my money?

♪♪