- Have a good one. - You too.
Don't look now, but I think you got a secret admirer.
Ooh.
Should I be worried?
Jimmy? Eh, he's a creep, but he's mostly harmless.
Mostly?
He'll try and buy you shots.
Now, what would my boyfriend think of that?
Watch my drink, will you? I'm going for a cigarette.
- You got it. - Thanks.
What happened to the girl?
Close you out, Jimmy?
You can't get rid of me that easy.
Seriously, where'd Miss Lonely Hearts run off to?
She went outside for a smoke.
Leave her alone, Jimmy.
Nice weather we're having.
Hey, big eyes, I'm talking to you.
My dad always told me not to speak to strange men at bars,
especially day drinkers.
What would the old man have to say
about letting someone borrow your lighter?
Thanks.
No problem.
Look, I've had one hell of a week.
But then you walk in, and suddenly I can't remember
what's got me feeling so blue.
I guess what I'm asking is, can I buy you a drink?
How about some shots?
So this is where you live, huh?
It's only temporary, but yeah.
Come on, let's keep the party going.
You're a hard man to track down, Jimmy.
I'm glad you called.
I didn't know if you'd remember me
after all the champagne we drank on that flight.
Are you kidding? I'm just happy
you were willing to meet for breakfast.
Oh, yeah, I think the crepe place is actually that way.
Yeah, but well,
it's a nice day for a stroll with a beautiful woman.
And I also kind of wanted you to see Milo do his thing.
Yes, Milo, the Renaissance dog.
Okay, what you got? - All right, you ready?
Should we show her? Let's show her.
Okay, come on. Come on. Come on.
- Hey! - Yeah!
Okay, so, uh, is this your trick?
You take all the ladies on first dates
and show them the canine circus act?
Well, just the ones I want Milo to like.
Here, you try. - Okay.
Oh! - Oh, you're a natural!
Almost.
Oh, excuse me.
Hey, Nina. What's up?
Uh, yeah, sure. I can be there in 20.
Okay.
It was work.
I'm sorry. I gotta go. - Understood.
Looks like me and Milo are gonna have to enjoy
the best crepes in the tri-state area by ourselves.
Damn. I really wanted to try those.
- Rain check? - Yeah, definitely.
Call me. - Okay.
Say "bye," Milo.
Bye.
All right, listen up, everyone.
Barnes was just released from the hospital,
and the headline is, she's doing pretty great
for being shot in the leg.
She'll be taking some time off
until the doc clears her for active duty.
So our house band will be down a bass player
for the time being.
Meet Jimmy Nando,
mobbed-up driver for the Bernardi crime family.
He'd been working as an informant
for Jersey State Police for the last nine months.
He was just found murdered in Toms River, New Jersey,
where he'd been laying low.
Do we think Jimmy's crew realized he was a stoolie?
Well, if they didn't, they were about to.
The attorney general in New Jersey
was set to file an indictment next week
against Gio Bernardi for money laundering
and a host of other crimes.
The murder of your star witness
will definitely delay prosecution.
The Bernardi case is a big deal
with federal RICO written all over it.
Nina and I will take the crime scene.
Ray, dig into Jimmy's phone and financials.
Yeah.
We need to know where he went yesterday
and the last person to see Jimmy alive.
Hana, call Frankie Banks at Jersey State Police.
See what their Organized Crime unit can tell us
about the Bernardi family. Let's hit it.
Cause of death was a gunshot to the back of the head.
Victim was tied up then killed execution style.
Judging by the state of him, I'd guess he was tortured too.
Cigarette burns, broken fingers.
He's even missing a tooth.
Pretty common MO for a mob interrogation.
Any signs of the weapon?
Just one 9-millimeter shell casing.
I'll have ERT send it to the National Ballistics Network.
What about prints, DNA? - Nothing yet.
Jimmy's wallet was found in his front pocket,
and his Cadillac was left outside.
Whoever killed him ransacked the place,
but it doesn't look like they took anything of value.
Well, they were obviously looking for something.
- Where is he? Where's Jimmy? - Hold on. Hold on.
Hi. I'm sorry. Who are you?
I'm his wife, Sheila. Estranged wife.
Okay. All right, Sheila, come in.
Even in death, that man's a pain in my ass.
Sorry for your loss.
Don't be. I knew this day would come.
I can't look at this anymore.
Had anyone threatened your husband in the past?
Jimmy was a little pissant
who made enemies everywhere he went.
Plus, he was turning state's evidence.
That's a death sentence when Gio Bernardi finds out.
How did Jimmy start informing for the government?
Only thing he loved more than boozing was cocaine.
That's why I left him.
The state police caught Jimmy with enough blow
to charge possession with intent.
Next thing I knew, he was a full-fledged CI.
Did he ever keep large quantities of drugs
around the house?
Are you kidding?
Every ounce of powder you put near that man
went straight up his nose.
All right, if you think of anything else, give me a buzz.
I'll walk you out.
A guy by the name of James Nando
ran up a pretty big bar tab yesterday.
You recognize him? - Yeah, I know Jimmy.
He's one of the regulars.
Moved to town a few months back.
I got the impression he had a run-in
with the law or something.
Mm. Perceptive.
Do you know if he had any run-ins while he was here?
Nah, pretty typical Friday.
He did go home with this one brunette--
total smoke show, way out of his league.
Is she a regular here too?
Nah. Kind of an odd duck.
She came in four days in a row,
ordered a glass of red wine, never really drank it.
Just kind of sat there fiddling with
this gold bracelet that she had.
Said it was a gift from her boyfriend.
But she went home with Jimmy?
Hey, look, I don't judge.
A lot of guys hit on her, guys way better looking than Jimmy.
But yesterday, those two got to talking.
Next thing you know, she's draped all over him.
I need to find this woman.
She might have been targeting him.
She was pretty cagey.
Paid in cash.
Name was, um, Alice.
Said so on the bracelet.
Can I see your, uh, your footage from yesterday?
Yeah, here.
Look, we did our part. It wasn't there.
No, you listen to me! This is not a--
Mike, it's Alice.
Okay.
I understand.
Text us the address.
I told you we couldn't trust these people.
Baby, calm down.
No, we did the job!
They need to keep up their end of the bargain.
The deal was that we kill Jimmy
and we get Bernardi's book.
In their mind, job's only half done.
Yeah, and it wasn't there.
Just that rat, Jimmy.
You know, I never--
I never killed anyone before.
Hey, Paul, Paul, Paul.
Calm down, okay?
Look at me.
Just think about what's at the end of that rainbow, okay?
It'll be worth it, I promise.
Besides,
you know how much I love an outlaw.
Sorry, I don't recognize her.
We showed the photo Agent Hana sent over
to all our informants, but nobody knows who this Alice is.
No hits on facial rec, either.
Maybe she's not a part of the family.
Well, there's a certain logic to that.
How so?
Well, the AG's case against Bernardi is heating up,
so if they wanna make a witness disappear,
it makes sense to use outside muscle.
Because they can't tie it back to the organization.
Mm-hmm.
Does that make the Bernardi case dead?
No, no, no, the AG is still on track.
Before he got himself killed, Jimmy stole a ledger
outlining the family's money laundering scheme.
Where is that ledger now?
Jimmy's attorney, Nathan Pence, has it.
I hear the AG's office is meeting with Pence later today
to take the ledger off his hands.
That's him.
Ledger must be inside that briefcase.
Can you move? I'm in a hurry.
Get out of the car.
I'll get the briefcase.
Wait. We can't leave a witness.
Do it!
If you lie down with dogs.
I'd say this is a little worse than being flea-bit.
Occupational hazard.
Bad things happen when you represent mobsters.
A former mobster, but I get it.
Look at this, 9-millimeter casing,
same caliber used to execute Jimmy.
I found security cam footage of the crash.
Now, this is the only angle we have.
Safe to assume the woman driving is Alice.
Okay, who's in the passenger seat?
Well, whoever he is, they're definitely working together.
Looks like we have a couple of contract killers.
Wait, rewind it.
Right there.
Run it through facial rec.
Maybe we'll get lucky and our accomplice
is in the system.
I just spoke with Pence's secretary.
He was en route to speak with the attorney general's office.
Let me guess.
The Bernardi ledger was inside his briefcase.
Yep, and without that, this case is effectively torpedoed.
All right, I ran the license plate
on the fugitive's truck, a Nissan Frontier.
It was reported stolen last week
from the boardwalk in Atlantic City.
Put out a BOLO and alert Highway Patrol.
We got a hit on facial rec.
Our shooter is Paul Rains.
He's an ex-con living and working in Atlantic City.
Send us those addresses.
Nina and I will take Paul's last-known.
You and Hana go to his workplace.
Let's head to Atlantic City.
FBI, open up!
Okay, clear.
Well, we know Paul's guilty of being a gigantic slob.
Yeah, and a career criminal.
I mean, lots of BandEs,
armed robberies, you know.
But he doesn't really read like a killer.
Hold on. Hana just texted.
So Paul works at an arcade on the boardwalk
that has ties to the Bernardi's money laundering scheme.
That would explain his coin collection.
Maybe that's how he got roped into this cockamamie mess
in the first place.
Oh, that's not Paul's color.
Uh, no. That is Alice's.
She definitely lives here.
There was a loofah in the shower.
It's good to know that criminals
have a Prime membership.
Ladies' razors. - Huh.
Addressed to... Alice Thibodeaux.
Alice Thibodeaux?
All right. Got it.
She was arrested for check fraud
and shoplifting as a juvenile,
and she skipped out on her parole officer
a few years back and hasn't been seen since.
So she knows how to stay under the radar.
Last-known was her father's address,
but he died last year in a hit-and-run.
No other family in the area.
If these two are a couple of penny-ante crooks,
why are they knocking off people for the mob?
I don't know, but we better figure it out
before another body drops. - Yeah, we do.
Bernardi's book.
Phew. Heh.
He'll be happy to have this back.
What are you trying to do, see if it adds up?
Relax, killer.
What'd you call me?
All right, all right, all right.
Let's dial it back, boys.
That's Bernardi's ledger, which means we're done here.
You know, we're always looking for
enterprising young people such as yourselves
in our organization.
We'll just take our payment.
Thanks.
Word to the wise.
Be careful with those.
You think Gio Bernardi is a scary son of a bitch?
The man whose building plans you're holding
is a real monster.
You sure this is the right place?
If it's not, you want a quick game of Skee-Ball after?
- You don't want this smoke.
Check this out.
Paul Rains? FBI!
I think I hear movement.
After you.
FBI. Come out with your hands up.
We know that you're in here.
I got nothing.
- It's a distraction. - Yep.
Hey! FBI! Stop!
I got 'em over here!
I got two runners!
FBI! Stop!
I have the suspect.
Ray, how you looking?
Damn it!
I lost them.
I'll tell you whatever you want.
Ah, there's no honor amongst thieves, huh, Mike?
Way I see it, now that you got Bernardi's ledger,
the whole organization's going down.
Yeah, and if you cooperate,
you might go into Witness Protection.
Have a seat.
I always wanted to visit Arizona
with a new name and identity.
You can start off by telling us
why you had Paul kill Jimmy Nando.
We didn't hire 'em. Paul and Alice came to us.
They needed a set of plans from the County Records Office.
And the boss, heh, he wanted Jimmy dead.
Tit for tat.
Plans for what?
Rhumarque Hotel and Casino.
Fancy joint over on Pacific Avenue.
We got a couple of guys with no work jobs
in the records office.
So they can steal the plans without tipping anybody off.
Pretty much.
Why did Paul need plans for a casino?
I don't know what the score is,
but they said it was worth the risk.
And it wasn't Paul who wanted the plans.
It was Alice. - What do you mean?
Ever since that girl came around a few months back,
she's been running the show.
Paul does whatever she asks.
Remy, what's up?
Just got a BOLO hit on a Nissan Frontier
outside a house in Somers Point.
All right, we're about 20 minutes away.
I'll text you the address.
All right, cool.
We gotta go.
- How close are we? - Ten.
But I can cut that down to six
with a little bobbing and weaving.
Step on it.
Stay alert.
Door's open.
Take upstairs.
Clear.
Body.
Upstairs is clear.
This poor guy is DOA.
He works at the Rhumarque Hotel and Casino.
All right, name's Fred Dayton.
What kind of car does he drive?
Let's see.
Black Mustang registered to this address.
Alice and Paul must have stolen it
after they bumped Fred off.
Speaking of stolen...
Fred's key card is missing.
Which means they're going after the casino.
Their names are Alice Thibodeaux and Paul Rains,
both wanted for homicide.
Their latest victim is Fred Dayton,
a senior security manager here at your hotel.
I don't recognize them.
Neither do I.
What do they have to do with me?
They have stolen architectural plans
for this building.
Given that Rains has priors for armed robbery,
we think their plan is to hold up your casino.
The two of them?
That's right.
We have reason to believe that they killed Fred
and stole his master key card.
His car was found abandoned three blocks away from here.
If these idiots think that they can rob me, let them try.
I own casinos all over the world,
and my vaults are impregnable.
Mr. Dinelo, these fugitives are armed and dangerous.
We need to shut this building down right now,
go floor to floor, and flush them out.
Why, when you don't even know if they're in here?
They've already killed three people to get those plans.
Where else are they gonna go?
You don't understand.
Today is the Kentucky Derby,
the biggest horse race in the world
and our most profitable day of the year.
We're gonna clear 5 million from the sportsbook alone.
Now, if I shut this place down,
is the FBI gonna reimburse me? I don't think so.
So you're willing to put people's lives in danger
in order to feed your bottom line?
Mr. Caudell,
deactivate Mr. Dayton's access card right away
and get these photos out to your staff.
And give our friends your full cooperation.
Access to security cameras, communications,
even the guest registers.
I doubt they're gonna be checking in
under their own names.
I do what I can, Agent Scott.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm only here for one day,
and I still have a lot of meetings to take.
I hope you find your fugitives.
Where are we on the room search?
Still on the first floor.
Caudell has given us access to his team,
but we got about 800 rooms to go.
Damn it. We're gonna be here for days.
What's the ETA on Atlantic City PD?
- Yeah, they just pulled in. - Good.
I want cops at every exit
vetting anyone coming or going.
If Dinelo won't shut this place down,
we're gonna keep Alice and Paul boxed in or out.
Okay, on it.
Guys, every exit. Let's go.
What about the security cameras?
I'm going through them as we speak.
Now, IDing is not gonna be easy.
The casino uses facial rec to try and ID banned players,
but anyone can beat the system by wearing a cap.
Now, the casino vault, however, is like Fort Knox.
You need a tank to breach that thing.
So if the vault isn't the target,
what the hell are Alice and Paul planning?
We got a high roller, south side of the casino.
Suitcase handcuffed to the bodyguard.
Maybe they're going after one of the guests.
Nobody can be in love with their clothes that much.
There's gotta be cash in those cases.
Why carry around all that cash
when you could just wire transfer to gamble at a casino?
Hana, can you ID him?
Got him. His name's Adam Wu.
He's a Chinese telecom billionaire.
According to the casino database,
he flew in from Beijing this morning,
and he's due to fly out tomorrow afternoon.
That's a long way to come to gamble for just one night.
Hold on. I might have something else.
I checked Wu's flight details,
and his G5 landed at a private terminal at AC International.
I cross-referenced the flight database
with other hotel guests,
and there are four other VIPs
who flew in on private jets this morning.
That's four people doing the same turn and burn as Adam Wu.
We got five billionaires staying in this hotel?
I smell a big, fat rat.
Ask Caudell if he knows anything.
Yep.
Caudell, you got a bunch of VIPs
flying in for one night only.
Y'all got something going on?
No, not that I'm aware of.
So what about Adam Wu? You know why he's here?
No, usually, he calls in advance
so we can comp his penthouse suite.
All right.
You got that?
Yeah, and it's a bunch of BS.
It's Caudell's job to know when whales like Wu
visit their casino.
These high rollers are here for a reason.
We need to find out why.
All right.
This is Caudell.
Be advised, Atlantic City PD
have secured a perimeter around the casino.
Continue sweep of hotel rooms and report back to me.
Are you hearing this?
They got cops all over the place.
It's okay, baby. We got this.
Alice, maybe we should call this off.
There's still time to walk away.
Hey, don't talk like that.
Not now. Not when we're so close.
Tell me again why we're doing this.
30 million.
Well, that's just the means to an end.
Where are we going?
Cartagena.
That's right, baby.
White sand beaches, the warm Caribbean Sea breeze.
- And a hand-rolled cigar. - Exactly.
We'll be down there soaking up the sun
before Dinelo even knows what hit him.
We just gotta stick with the plan.
Let's go over it again, shall we?
Okay.
Fred said the game's on subbasement two.
How many exits are off that floor?
Three. You'll take care of the stairwell
while I disable the elevator.
Leaving only one exit from that level.
The tunnel that runs under the casino.
Right.
Then all we gotta do is grab the dough
and hop our charter to the Caribbean.
It's as easy as that.
Damn it, I got no luck today.
I play the ponies myself.
Got a big bet on Fierceness at the Derby.
You a card or a horse guy?
Cards.
Yeah, I figured.
Drake Saban.
I run a hedge fund out of San Francisco.
You look like a man who's done some damage in your day.
Any tips on how to beat the house?
I don't play in casinos.
I hate to break it to you, pal,
but you're in one right now.
I'm just biding time.
I have a private card game starting in an hour.
Oh, now you're talking.
You got an extra seat?
It's out of your price range.
Eh, I got deep pockets.
Deep enough for $5 million in cash?
Whoa.
That is a little too rich for my blood.
I got two ex-wives, a boatload of kids,
and a girlfriend who absolutely loves diamonds.
But I do love watching big-money card games.
Which table are you gonna be at?
I told you, it's private.
Oh, okay.
I can take a hint.
I'm gonna try my luck at craps.
I love rolling bones.
Best odds in the house. Check you later.
Door in stairwell B is secure.
I'll meet you in the elevator. Hurry up.
Alice and Paul could be targeting a private card game.
We need to find out where.
Alice.
Oh, my God, it is you.
What the hell are you doing here?
Sorry, you got the wrong person.
What are you talking about? It's me, Susan.
Hey, Alice! Hey, what's wrong?
Hey! I got Alice. Blonde wig, black dress,
headed towards the service area!
Alice, FBI!
Stop!
Hey, look, I'll cut her off.
Alice!
Hey. Hey, stop! Stop!
What are you doing? Get your hands off me.
I'm sorry, uh--
I'm--I'm so sorry.
Uh, Ray, I lost her.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey!
- Whoa, whoa, no, no, no!
FBI, all right? Let me see your face.
Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
FBI, all right?
I need to see everybody's face right now.
I lost her too.
Last time I saw Alice was a year ago
at her father's funeral.
- You knew Dom Thibodeaux? - Oh, sure.
Dom and I worked together for seven years.
There's no record of him ever working here at the Rhumarque.
That's because he used a fake name.
Dom had priors after his time in Vegas,
so he had to get creative to get past
the New Jersey Gaming Board.
He was always working an angle.
Looks like Alice is following in his footsteps.
Oh, she worshipped everything about that man.
I'm not surprised if she--
you know, she picked up some bad habits along the way.
And honestly, I'm surprised she even set foot in this place
after what happened to Dom.
What do you mean?
Well, Dom and I used to work the late shift,
and he thought nobody was paying attention,
so he started running a shuffle scam.
Made tens of thousands over a couple of months.
I told him to stop doing it, but he wouldn't listen to me.
Everybody knows you don't steal from Dinelo.
Security eventually caught him, roughed him up,
threatened to press charges,
and Dom drank himself silly that night.
Went to cross the street and got hit by a car.
Died on the spot.
Okay, did the cops ever find the driver?
Bystanders said it was a red Porsche, but no.
Dom was no angel,
but he didn't deserve to go out like that.
Yeah.
Look, do you know anything about private card games
that happen here in the casino?
You talking about Dinelo's game,
the one he does the first Saturday in May every year?
How do you know about that?
Dom told me.
I mean, he was obsessed with it.
There are six people, a 30 million pot.
He used to say it was his dream score.
Caudell, you lied to us.
Those VIPs are in town
for a private game hosted by your boss.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yes, you do.
We're not the Treasury Department.
We don't care if this is an off-books game.
Alice and Paul are after that 30 million
and will kill to get it.
Where are you keeping that money?
I promise you, it's safe.
Your promises mean squat to me.
Tell us where that money is or you're going down
for obstructing justice, lying to an FBI agent,
and you'll go to prison for ten years.
Okay, okay.
It's in Mr. Dinelo's safe.
- Okay, do you mean the vault? - No.
He has a private safe upstairs in his office.
Remy, we retraced Alice's steps on the security cam.
After she ducked Ray and Nina,
she exited on stairwell B right here.
- What was she doing there? - We don't know.
She stopped at subbasement two,
but the cameras couldn't pick up what she was doing.
Ray, check that stairwell.
Hana, stay on the cams.
Take us to that safe, now. Move.
Where the hell is the safe?
- Behind the panel. - Open it.
No one knows the code except for me and Mr. Dinelo.
You better hope that's true.
All right. It's all here?
This is all the money?
Yes, it is.
We keep it here until we distribute any winnings
until after the game.
Get your men up here to guard this safe.
Come on, we have to hurry up.
I'm almost done.
This is Caudell.
Get Hunt and Alpert up to Mr. Dinelo's office
to secure the money for his game.
They're saying the money's in Dinelo's office?
You told me it was at the game.
Alice, we can't get up to that office.
That was never part of the plan.
My plan hasn't changed.
What are you talking about?
We're here to steal that money.
That's--that's why I killed three people.
I know.
But I've got things from here.
Don't waste your time.
You set me up?
You said you loved me.
Just keep going.
Disable the elevator.
Do what I say, and you'll be fine.
Hurry up.
Come on.
Move it.
I know I lied to you, but I had strict orders
to keep Mr. Dinelo's card game under wraps.
I was just doing my job. - So am I.
Call your boss.
He needs to know what's going on.
I can't.
He's at the card game. No phones allowed.
Then send someone down there.
I just spoke with Ray. He's in the stairwell.
He said that Alice tampered with the electronic lock
on the door that leads to subbasement two.
What's on that level?
Those are Mr. Dinelo's private rooms.
It's where he's hosting the card game.
Okay, is there any cash, money, anything down there?
No, it's all here, I swear.
Okay, so then what the hell were Paul and Alice
down there for?
Dinelo owns a Porsche?
Used to. He got rid of it last year.
He said it had tons of problems.
He took it to the DuPont scrapyard.
Same as the car that took out Alice's father.
What are you talking about?
This isn't a robbery.
Alice is here to kill your boss.
I'll see your 50, raise you 100,000.
- Out. - Player folds.
Bet's to you now, sir. 100,000 more.
Trying to buy the pot like always, Adam,
but I see through you.
I know when I'm being played.
Let's do this.
Let's see the river.
What the hell's going on here?
- Sir, we gotta go. - I don't know.
This better not be one of your stunts, Dinelo.
Get me out of here.
If Dinelo was driving the car that killed Alice's father,
then how come the cops never traced it back to him?
You don't get to where he is in this life
without lining a few pockets.
Sleazeballs like him think they're untouchable.
But Alice knew how to get to him.
She knew that Dinelo would be in Atlantic City
for his card game on Kentucky Derby weekend.
At an isolated location in his casino
where he'd be vulnerable to attack.
We need to get to him before Alice does.
How many entrances on the subbasement floor?
Two. Stairwell B, where Ray is,
and the elevator up ahead.
How's Ray doing at that jammed door?
He's still trying to pry it open.
- What's going on? - Elevator's not working.
I just spoke to maintenance.
They said it's been manually disabled.
It's stuck on the subbasement.
Damn it! This is Alice and Paul.
They also said a fire alarm's been triggered on that level.
Okay, is that real or a false alarm?
We won't know until we get down there.
How are we gonna do that when both entrances are blocked?
There's another way.
In case of an incident like this,
we'd evacuate through a tunnel under the casino.
Where's the opening to the tunnel?
Maybe a half a mile away.
No, Dinelo could be dead by then.
Hey, Remy, we managed to bust open the stairwell door.
Hang tight. We're on our way.
Remy.
Alice must have taken him out.
Where's the tunnel where they evacuated Dinelo?
Straight ahead and veer right.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey!
Stop right there. Hands up, everybody.
Those are my guys.
Nina, Caudell, take them up.
Let's go.
Ray, with me.
Move. Move, move, move.
Come on.
Stupid girl!
What makes you think that you can come in here and rob me?
I didn't come here to rob you.
I came here to kill you!
Ah!
It looks like you overplayed your hand,
sweetheart.
Now, before I paint the wall with your pretty little head,
why don't you tell me
why the hell you wanna kill me?
'Cause you murdered my father, you son of a bitch.
You ran him over like the coward you are.
You're Dom's daughter.
I'm gonna make you pay for this, you hear me?
I'm gonna make sure everyone knows.
I don't think so, sweetheart.
You're gonna die just like your thieving old man!
FBI. Drop your weapon.
We need a medic, subbasement two.
Got multiple victims.
Thank God you came here.
She came out of nowhere.
She shot my bodyguards.
I thought I was dead! - Are you wounded?
No, I--no, I don't think so.
Turn around.
Put your hands behind your back.
What did I do?
Atlantic City PD has a few questions for you.
About what?
A red Porsche you used to own
somehow ended up at the DuPont scrapyard.
You know the great thing about junkyards?
They never get rid of their trash.
So what you wanna do is, you wanna start at 9:00,
go clockwise to 12:00, then 3:00, right?
Just tilt the pan down just a little bit,
get it all covered.
Boom. Don't touch that sucker for 60 seconds.
Oh, wow. Oh, yum, I can't wait.
Oh, who's that?
Oh, hey. What's up? - Hey. Hey.
Nah, I just stopped by to get some of my--
you have company.
Yes, this is my friend, Ethan.
This is Ray.
We work together.
And his lovely fiancée, Cora, who just got her PhD.
Congratulations. - Thank you.
Hi. Nice to meet you. - Nice meeting you.
- We don't wanna interrupt. - No, no, no.
Stay. We're making crepes.
There's plenty. - Are you sure?
Yeah, let me get you a drink. Sit down.
- Yeah, okay. - Take a seat. Take a seat.
You guys like crepes?
- Yeah. - We do, yeah.
Good, 'cause I'm wearing my crepe-making shirt.
- Uh. Do you drink red? - Yeah.
- Yeah, I know you do. - Yes, I do.
Wow, that sounds like my kind of wedding.
When is it? - Two weeks.
Memorial Day weekend.
Oh, my God, that's so smart.
The extra day always helps with the hangover.
Ah, so you have met my family.
Okay, let's finish this game.
We've got, like, four rounds left.
Oh, come on, you're already kicking our asses.
Yeah, well, you gotta think like a winner, Ray.
Yeah, come on. It's fun, Ray.
It's fun! - It's fun. It's fun. Yes.
All right, ready? Category is Famous People.
- I remember. - All right.
You ready? - Yes.
Okay, uh, long hair, beard, died on the cross.
- Jesus Christ. - Yep.
Okay. Um, okay. Uh, National champion,
starting quarterback for the University of Michigan.
- Uh, JJ McCarthy. - Go Blue!
- Are you serious? What? - Okay.
Uh, "only you can prevent forest fires."
- Smokey the Bear. - Not a real person.
- It counts. It counts. - Okay.
Last one.
You totally got this, Hana.
You ready?
Apple.
Steve Jobs.
- Bingo! - Yeah.
Let's go.
Uh, more wine.
More wine if we are gonna play this game, all right?
Hey, can you get an extra bottle just in case?
Of course.
He's cute.
Are you gonna bring him to the wedding?
Oh, can I?
I don't know. I mean, I just met him.
Hana, come on.
You can sit around and come up with
all the things wrong with him and why it won't work out,
but what's the fun of that?
Put yourself out there.
Take a chance. - Mm, okay.
I'll think about it. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Okay.