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♪ ♪

[phone chiming]

- I'll talk to her.

Yeah. Listen, I'm about to--

- Alexandra. - Daddy, where are you?

- I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Listen, I just got in the Lyft.

I'll be there in five, ten minutes tops.

- Mom didn't think you were gonna show up anyway.

- I'll speak to her. - Love you.

- Love you too. All right.

Sorry about that.

I've been stuck in court all day.

Then my car got a flat tire,

and now my ex-wife has found a way to ruin

my daughter's surprise birthday party.

But you, thank you so much for picking me up so quickly.

[sighs] How's your day been?

And the hits just keep on hitting.

Sorry to bother you.

- [sighs]

My day is fine, Michael.

[chuckles]

- Oh, my God.

Angela Baker? - [sighs]

- [chuckles] You look amazing.

- [laughs] Oh, yeah, I look amazing

after sitting in the car for three hours.

- No, no, no, I mean it.

I can't believe you're-- - A Lyft driver?

- No, no, no, I can't believe you're here.

We're here.

You're--how have you--

who have you--

- Well, I'm Angela Washington now.

This is my husband Joe.

This is my daughter Jenn.

I left the firm a year after you did.

Got pregnant.

And my life is--is good.

- Amazing.

I just assumed you'd go from paralegal to attorney.

- Yeah, I thought about that.

But I wanted to put my family first.

So I did.

I mean, and what about you?

I mean, youngest partner ever at BD&P.

- You've been stalking me? - [laughs]

I may have followed you a minute after you left

just to see how my favorite attorney was doing.

So you have a daughter, huh?

- Yes, Alexandra.

- Mm-hmm. - Sweet 16.

She lives with her mom.

- Sorry about you and your wife.

- Oh, God, don't be. She's awful.

- [laughs]

[clears throat]

Well, looks like we're here.

So if you could give me a five-star rating,

I would really appreciate it.

- Hmm. I don't know.

You were driving pretty erratically.

I believe you failed to yield.

- What--I failed to yield?

No, no, no, no, I yield with the best of them.

I have a yield award. - A yield award?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, then I stand corrected.

Five stars it is.

It was really great to see you, Ange.

- It's good to see you too, Michael.

- You know, I wish I'd never left

without telling you how much I--

[soft music]

I hope you've been happy.

I've always hoped for that. - I have been.

I mean, I--I have.

- Maybe we could grab a drink after you're done yielding.

- Goodbye, Michael.

- Of course.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[indistinct TV chatter]

- Hi, Mom. - Hey, baby.

So I think I may have found a way

to get you to Europe this summer.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, Mom.

No, you didn't. - Shh.

Not a word to your father, okay?

Let me tell him when he's ready.

- Can I at least tell Becka?

- You can tell Becka.

- [laughs]

Thank you so much.

- You're welcome. - I'ma call her.

- All right.

Hey.

- Hey, there she is.

Queen of the book club. [both laugh]

Tell me, any scintillating conversations

about "Winnie-the-Pooh" tonight?

- Actually, it was "The Vanishing Half."

- "Vanishing Half." Mm. - Yes.

- Kay.

That was really rude. I was watching that.

- You are coming with me.

- I am?

Mm.

I am.

- You are. - Okay.

- [laughs] - Wow.

What was in that book you read?

Ooh, should I read it too?

- You're about to find out.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

[laughs] - Yeah, okay. All right.

[gunshot]

[suspenseful music]

- Joe.

Joe.

Come on.

Joe! What the fuck are you doing?

- Please, don't--

don't leave.

[exhales]

- Oh, my God.

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

Don't shoot me.

Please, just don't shoot me.

Don't do it.

- On your knees, plumber.

- Touch, shoot her now! Shoot her!

♪ ♪

[gun cocks]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily] Go.

♪ ♪

Let's go, go, go. - Go, go, go, go.

- Oh, no, no! - I got a plan. Wait here.

♪ ♪

- Come on. Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe.

[engine turns over]

[tires screech]

[both grunting]

[tires screeching]

- You got it. Over here. Leon, hey!

- [breathing heavily]

- Joe. Joe.

- [breathing heavily]

- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

- [grunts] - Joe, Joe, Joe.

- No, we got to go, man.

- [screams]

- Let's go. Let's go.

- Go, go, go.

[tires screeching]

- [breathing heavily]

[distant sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

- The fuck were you thinking, Joe?

You almost got us killed.

- I thought he was-- I thought I was, like--

we got to go back. - Go back to what,

the cops and that fucking headshot lady?

- No, no, no, that was no fucking lady.

- You two don't have to go with me,

but I got to do something.

I got to turn myself in.

- No. No, you don't. - I got to turn myself in.

- You--no, you are not thinking straight.

- I am fucking thinking straight!

An innocent man died because of me tonight!

Because of me, he's fucking dead right now!

I got to do something.

- Like what, you think turning yourself in

is gonna change all that? 'Cause it's not.

- I can't keep living like this, man.

- No, no, no, no, no, listen, Leon is right, okay?

- Fuck this shit! - No, turning yourself in

is not gonna change anything. - Ah!

- Besides, what good is you being locked up

gonna do to Jenn and Ange?

What's gonna happen to them, huh?

- Fuck am I supposed to tell them?

- Well, you tell them whatever you have to tell them.

You understand me? But you need to get them

the fuck out of that house as quickly as you can.

You grab whatever you can, you put them both in the car,

and you leave, because whoever the fuck

it was back there probably tracked us from your house.

And it is only a matter of time before they double back.

Joe, are you fucking hearing me?

In and out. - I fucking hear you.

In and out. I hear you.

Just take me the fuck home.

I know a place we can hide.

♪ ♪

- How'd it go?

Is that blood?

Joe, are you okay? - I'm fine.

Just trust me. We got to get out of here.

Come on. Let's go.

♪ ♪

We're leaving now. Come on.

Grab some-- - Wait, what? Leaving? Where?

Why? - Jenn, come on. We got to go.

- Dad, what the hell? What happened?

- Let's go, Jenn. - What happened?

Like-- - Come on, Jenn. We need to go.

- Go where? Where are we going?

- Just grab some stuff. Let's go.

- What? Why?

- Just do what he says.

Now! - All right.

Shit.

- Shit.

[sirens wailing]

Fuck.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[puppy whines]

Hey, puppy dog. [chuckles]

♪ ♪

Hey, Perez.

Holy shit.

We got anything? - Nada.

Well, Venezia is trying to suck up to Talford,

hoping she'll let him work this.

- That guy's a fucking gnat.

You mind if I-- - Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, see? Look at this.

See what's going on?

This doesn't look like a simple robbery.

Russian mafia.

I'm thinking the store is a front for a rival gang,

and these two tried to get even tonight.

- Except dispatch said the owner called in

the break-in from home.

So they were here before he got here.

Only question is, why?

You got something, Touch?

- It might be nothing, but something's sticking out

of his pocket right there.

♪ ♪

- DD.

This is Dimitri's watch.

- Maybe Venezia is right.

Maybe this is a revenge hit, you know?

- You have to get this to forensics.

Bag it. - Big time.

From "Die Hard?"

- Touch, you work this with me. - Yeah, all right.

- But Sarge, he's a desk jockey.

- You heard the lady, fuck-o.

- And bag that peanut butter too.

- I'll take care of it.

- Put a rush on the results.

I want to see if it's a match for the head.

♪ ♪

- Like it's not bad enough we have to hide out

in this half-finished shithole Joe's working on.

But on top of that, you bought 35 fucking jars

of peanut butter from the same store, Leon?

- Can you give me a break?

It was an honest mistake, Cathy.

- Everything with you is.

Is there anything you've ever done on purpose

that turned out right? - Yeah, marrying you.

- Look around, Leon.

What about this feels right?

We're stuck inside this unfinished dusty-ass house

without anywhere to even wash our asses.

- Look, it's just for the night, okay?

Joe says he's gonna have the plumbing

up and running by the morning. - Joe. Joe says. Joe says.

Joe also said there was gonna be $10 million

in a Lamborghini.

- What do you want me to say?

- I want you to be pro-fucking-active.

I want you to come up with a plan

instead of sitting around

with Joe's broke fingers up your ass

telling you what to do.

So do you have a plan?

Do you?

- I plan on leaving this conversation.

- [scoffs]

Fine by me.

Ask your plumber friend to fix the fucking shower.

- We're never going home, are we?

- What? No, of course, we are.

Your father just needs to figure this out.

- When? - I don't know, Jenn.

- Well, we can't stay here without clothes, food, or heat.

I mean, what's Dad gonna do? - I don't know.

- What do you know?

I mean, I can't be the only one

thinking that Dad's lost his mind.

- Stop raising your voice in our house.

- This isn't our house!

This isn't our house.

[scoffs] God.

- Fuck.

Joe, we need to talk.

Joe. - What? What? What?

Is something wrong? What?

- "Is something wrong?"

- I'm sorry. That came out wrong.

- No, I don't need you to be sorry, Joe.

I need you to be the man that I married.

- I am that man. - No, Joe, you're not.

Do you have any idea what this is like,

to suddenly be afraid of the man

that you have loved your entire life

because you don't know what horror

that man is gonna bring home next?

- You're afraid of me? - Yes.

I mean, ever since this started,

you've got this bizarre twinkle in your eye

about finding Teddy's blood money.

Joe, is this still about us?

Or are you trying to prove something to your dead father?

- I ain't shit to prove to that motherfucker.

You understand me? - Joe.

- Not a goddamn-- [door slams]

- Shit! - Goddamn, Touch.

Announce yourself when you come through.

- Sorry, I didn't want to pull into the driveway

of our hideout in a fucking patrol car.

Is everybody here? - Yes.

- All right, guys, come in here for a second

and gather around the table.

Fuck.

All right. Listen up.

New phones.

Old ones go into the bag.

- What? - What?

- [sighs] The Russians tracked us tonight.

Sergeant Talford's been breathing down our necks.

So from now on, we are using these phones

and these phones only, okay?

Put each other's numbers in there,

but nothing else.

No apps.

No photos.

No social media. None of that shit.

Change your PINs and your passwords

to something that nobody knows.

Jenn, that means you too. Come on.

- Come on. - Let's go.

- [sighs] Oh, my God. Fine.

- So what's the deal, man? We're going to jail?

We're not? Are they looking for us?

- I think I may have bought us some time.

- Oh, good.

- I sent Pam on a wild goose chase.

But she is testing that peanut butter

to see if it's a match for the shit that we put on--

- Put on what?

- She's just testing it.

- But then you got that hard drive, then.

- What hard drive?

- It's--it's nothing.

- It's obviously something.

- You did get the hard drive, didn't you?

- Yes, I got the hard drive. I just--

- Leon, tell me you have the hard drive.

- Yeah, I have it. I just--I got it.

- Tell me you have the hard drive.

- I got it. I got it. I just don't remember what--

I have--everyone relax! Okay?

- Jesus Christ. - I got the fucking hard drive.

Fucking had the shit.

- Well, what-- what's on the hard drive?

And what happened tonight?

- Nothing. - Nothing happened.

Now give it to me before you fuck that up too.

- Fuck you, Joe.

- That's my man. Kick his ass, Lee.

- Okay, you know what?

We're gonna go in the other room.

Jenn, come--now!

- Finally got a pair of balls, huh?

Fuck me, huh? Fuck me?

You're the reason we in this fucking mess tonight.

- I am? - Yeah.

- Every motherfucking store in Pittsburgh has a camera.

How the hell was I supposed to get

35 different jars of peanut butter

from different stores without being seen?

- Focus, motherfucker, that's how.

- Maybe we should have used pigs.

both: What? - Pigs?

- Most farms don't have cameras.

- What the fuck are you talking about, pigs?

- I heard on a forensics podcast once that--

that 16 pigs could eat a 200-pound man

in eight minutes.

Leaves no trace. - Oh, bullshit.

- Yeah, pigs will eat anything if they hungry enough.

Shit, even each other.

Haven't you ever wondered why everybody lost their shit

when Dorothy fell into the pig pen

in "The Wizard of Oz"? - "Wizard of Oz."

- I have not.

- So you're saying we didn't have to chop up those bodies?

- No, we still would have had to chop them up

plus remove their teeth

because pigs can't digest teeth.

Plus, we would have had to find 16 pigs

and then starve them for a w--

You know what? Maybe pigs was a bad idea.

- No, you know what the bad idea was?

Your fucking man. - Hey.

- Leon was the bad idea. - Come on, Joe.

- No, no, no, no, I'm just getting started

with this motherfucker, baby.

- You need to check yourself, Joe.

Leon didn't start this shit.

Your daddy did.

So you can keep huffing and fucking puffing

all you want to, but the shit is on you,

and you fucking know it.

- Guys, you just--

do you ever stop talking and talking and talking?

- I stop talking when I fight somebody.

I'll tell you that! - You know what?

[all shouting]

Just cut it out, damn it, right now!

Damn it! - Both of us!

- Fuck!

We are getting nowhere fighting about the past.

We need to focus on the future.

What we need is a plan.

Anybody?

- You know I would have knocked your ass out.

- You're still-- - Okay, what are we gonna--

what are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

- Well, if you ask me,

I mean, I think the only way out of this is--

is to leave town.

- So that's it?

Just abandon everything that we built here?

That's--that's your big idea?

You're a fucking cop.

- Considering the circumstances, Joe.

- You can't think of other cop things to do?

- Yeah, you have--

- This the best fucking idea you got?

- You know what, Joe? Joe, I think--

I think Touch is right about this.

- [scoffs] - Considering everything

that we've been through,

maybe--maybe a fresh start is a good thing.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Let's say we do it.

We still got to tie up loose ends to make sure

that the cops and the Russians don't follow us.

Leon, tomorrow, you and Cathy should take the tow truck,

dump the Lambo on Lake Fargo like we discussed.

- Yeah, I'll try not to fuck it up.

- Yeah, yeah, try not to fuck it up.

Touch, when you go down to the police station,

do whatever you can possible to steer any conversation

away from us, okay? - Yeah.

- And what you doing besides barking orders at everybody?

♪ ♪

- That woman saw my face tonight.

You all will be safer if I just stayed put.

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

[groans] - Sorry. Sorry.

- Move down just a little bit. - Down?

- Mm-hmm. Yeah, right there. That's good.

Yeah, that's good. Thank you, baby.

- [groans]

- You forgot Mom's meds.

- We forgot. I'm fine.

- No, Mom, you need a hot shower.

Now?

- Don't worry.

I'll fix it.

- I'm okay, Joe.

- No, I promise. I'll--I'll fix it.

- [groaning]

Yep.

Yeah.

- [grunts]

[wrench clunking]

- [groans]

- [grunting]

- What are you doing?

- Shower works.

- Oh, good.

I can finally wash last night off of me.

You seen Cathy?

- No.

- Good talk.

[groans]

[sighs]

- Hey, Lee,

I'm sorry about last night, man.

Cathy was right.

You know, I put that shit in motion and got a man killed.

And I just--

I got to live with that shit now.

- We all played our part, right?

We good, man.

[soft music]

Hey, you do me a favor.

You don't let Cathy know she was right

because, otherwise, she'll never let me

hear the end of it.

- [laughs] - You got it?

- I swear to you, I would not do that.

[both laugh]

- Hey, what do you want to do about this?

♪ ♪

- That's how you do this shit.

- That's how you do that shit.

[both laugh]

- [moaning]

So instead of bringing me the plumber--

mmm--

and his merry little band of petty thieves,

you killed two of my men?

- Our deal was, I find out who killed your son

and I get my daughter,

not to kill everyone I cross paths with.

I did what I did because those men didn't listen,

and they were going to get you killed.

- [laughs]

And this would make you very happy, hmm?

- You're getting sloppy.

- Oh.

[laughs]

- You can die when I get my daughter back.

- Oh!

Taste it. Hmm?

Come on. Taste it.

Taste it.

There you go.

Well?

- It's delicious.

- [laughs] Yes. Yes.

It's healthy food.

Even the name pierogi is fun to say.

Say it. Say it. "Pierogi."

Say it with me.

both: Pierogi.

- There you go.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Find out more about this plumber.

Call me sloppy again,

I will burn your daughter's eyes out.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- So you didn't touch the head or move the head?

- No, we just took the video.

- And a couple photos.

[knock at door]

- Hey.

- Hey. - I figured you could use this.

- Oh, thank you. - Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Mm.

Jameson? - I don't know.

I won't tell if you don't.

[chuckles]

So what did I miss?

- Not much.

No DNA on the head.

Too much sand, peanut butter, and bug shit

on it to get anything usable. - Huh.

- And we're still waiting to see if that peanut butter

from the hippy store matches what we found on the head.

- Yeah, and what do you got going there?

- Figured I'd go back to the beginning.

- Well, I don't think Beavis and Butt-Head

are gonna give you much.

- They didn't. [chuckles]

But it got me thinking about that girl

who was yelling at them.

I saw her talking to you. Who was that?

♪ ♪

- She's--

Her name is Jennifer.

She's the daughter of a friend of mine.

- And--and what exactly did Jennifer want?

- You know, to--to see if we found anything related

to her boyfriend's killing.

♪ ♪

- And her boyfriend is the head?

- Yeah. Well, was the head.

'Cause he's dead. [chuckles]

- The fuck, Touch? - I--

- You were gonna tell me this when?

- Soon. You know, now.

That's why I was coming.

Look, I just was hoping that we'd find the fucks

that cut that kid up so I wouldn't have

to involve her, you know?

Her family's been through a tough run lately.

- Boo-fucking-hoo.

She was Dimitri's girlfriend, Touch.

I need to talk to her, now.

- Yeah.

- Now. Right now. - Yeah, I--yeah.

Yeah, okay. I'll--I'll meet you outside.

Okay.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

[knocking at door]

[doorbell ringing] [knocking]

- Joe!

Ange!

- We'll have to try again later.

Come on. - No, Stan.

This is the third time I've come back here from my purse.

At this point, they're thieves.

Are you gonna help me find the spare key

or just stand there looking like a tit?

- Winny, you cannot break into someone's house.

- If I get my purse back,

I'll let you break inside me later.

- Through the back door?

- However you like.

- There's got to be a key around here somewhere.

♪ ♪

- We'll be in and out, Stan.

God.

Who are you?

What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here.

- [in American accent] I'm Olivia Moss.

I'm the realtor for this home.

- No.

I'm the realtor for this home.

Stan, go get my purse.

Angela said she found it in the kitchen.

- Yep.

- Joe never told us they were moving.

Neither did Angela.

I sold them this house.

So if they were moving, I'd know,

not you, Ms...

what was it again?

- Moss.

- Funny, that name doesn't ring a bell.

What agency are you with?

- The Cohen Group.

- Is that C-O-E-N or C-O-H-E-N?

You know what?

Just give me your corporate number.

- Found it, honey. - Great.

So you'll be leaving now and I can get back to work.

- I'll take that number now.

♪ ♪

- The number is 987-115-5544.

[line ringing]

- Watch.

Yes, hello.

Yes. Good afternoon.

I'm calling about an agent

whose name is Olivia Moss.

- [in normal accent] I'm sorry.

- Do you have an agent over there by that name?

I've never heard of her. - [grunting]

- This is Winny Harris from the Privilege Group.

Yes, that's right.

No, this is an emergency.

Yeah, is your office manager there?

That--[gasps]

- I told you to leave.

- [gasps]

- You should have listened.

- [gasping]

[shouts]

Oh, God! Oh!

[whimpering]

[suspenseful music]

[shouts]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

♪ ♪

- You said the family had a tough run of it lately?

What did you mean?

- Well, Jennifer, the girl, her grandfather,

who she was very close with, passed away recently.

And then, of course, the thing with her boyfriend,

you know, with the-- [clicks tongue]

And her mom is sick.

Her dad broke his arm recently and he can't work.

So yeah, tough run.

- What's wrong with the mom?

- Polymyalgia.

- Always in pain.

- Yeah.

- Sucks.

That said, you hold something back from me again,

you're gonna be the one in pain.

You hear me?

- Yeah, loud and clear.

- All right.

- Wait a second.

Joe would never leave his door open like that.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Police!

Joe, you in there?

- Eyes open.

♪ ♪

[floorboard creaks]

♪ ♪

Oh, fuck.

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

♪ ♪

- Shit.

- Hey.

- Ah! Fuck, sorry.

[laughs] You scared the shit out of me.

- Upstairs is clear.

You find anything down here?

- No. Nothing.

- We should get out of here.

So the daughter? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on it.

I'll tell her dad that we really need to talk to her.

- No "we." Me.

I can't have you in there. You know that.

- You still don't trust me, huh?

- Just bring her in.

♪ ♪

- I just got off the phone with Touch.

And he said that Sergeant Talford wants you

to come down for questioning.

Now, look, it is very important that you allow

me and your mother to-- - Jenn. Jenn.

Baby, we got to talk to the police.

I'ma need you to pay attention to your father, okay?

- Touch said keep your answers brief.

Few words as possible, okay?

And let me and your mother handle the rest.

Jenn, look at me.

- What really happened last night?

- We're just gonna stick to the task at hand.

- Someone died, right?

I heard you and Uncle Leon last night.

That makes five.

Five people dead.

Are there more?

- No.

It's five.

No more.

- Five people are dead because I got close to Dimitri.

I--I allowed him to get close to our family.

- No, look, no.

- If it wasn't for me... - No.

- None of this would have happened.

- No, baby. - Oh, Jenn.

- And Dimitri would still be here.

- That's not true. - Jenn, Jenn, Jenn, baby.

- [crying] - Look at me. Look at me.

Don't you put this shit on you.

None of this is your fault. You hear me?

None of it.

You've been incredibly brave.

And once you get through this interrogation,

all this will be over.

Then we can go back to having things the way that they were.

Better than the way we were.

[somber music]

You hear me?

♪ ♪

- Few words as possible.

- Few words as possible.

- What?

What--what are we doing here?

- Change of plans.

- Change of plan--no.

- Yes, Leon.

Do you know how much a black market Lambo goes for?

We are sitting on an easy 50 grand back there.

- Just no.

We cannot afford any more loose ends, okay?

We just need to dump the car in the lake like we promised Joe.

- Man, fuck Joe!

Besides, dumping it in the lake is way more risky

than taking it to a chop shop.

Shit, these motherfuckers will have that thing disassembled

and out the door in under ten minutes.

- Yeah, I don't know, Cath.

- All right. Fine. Fuck it.

You know, long as you got Joe's back.

You know, maybe one of these days,

you'll have your wife's back.

- Can you cut it out for a second, please?

You're driving me crazy.

[tapping fingers]

- So how much?

- I could give you $20,000.

- Fuck that. 60.

- It's not an easy car to get rid of.

- [scoffs] - 25,000, cash.

Take it or leave it.

I count to three, then go back to work.

One.

Two.

- Hold on.

Shit.

I don't think that motherfucker's gonna budge.

You think we should take it?

- Whatever you think is right.

- Shit.

- Hey.

I got you.

You know what? We got another buyer.

Can you bring the car around?

- 30. That's as high as I can go.

- 50.

And my generosity goes away in three,

two--

- Fine.

50.

[JVKE's "golden hour"]

- ♪ It was just two lovers ♪

♪ Sitting in the car, listening to "Blonde" ♪

♪ Falling for each other ♪

♪ I was all alone with the love of my life ♪

♪ She's got glitter for skin ♪

♪ My radiant beam in the night ♪

♪ I don't need no light to see you ♪

♪ Shine ♪

♪ It's your golden hour ♪

- [panting]

That's--that's some weird shit.

- Yeah, I was trying something different.

- No, no, no, no, no, that's great.

[breathing heavily]

Terry Bradshaw

and Neil O'Donnell side-by-side.

- Yeah, side-by-side. Yeah.

What? - No.

- That's so weird.

Why would--why would Teddy put Bradshaw,

who won us four Super Bowls, next to O'Donnell,

who lost us Super Bowl 30?

He hated O'Donnell. - Right?

[both breathing heavily]

Oh, shit.

I got it.

- Huh? - I got it.

- Oh. Yes. - Yes.

[both groaning]

- So who was Dimitri to you?

- Boyfriend.

- How'd you meet?

- A party.

- Did you love him?

- Yes.

- Did you ever meet his family?

- No.

No, he--he was an orphan.

- He lied to you.

- Men lie.

- So if there's nothing else--

- Actually, there's more.

Do you recognize the people in this photo?

- My God, is that Stan and Winny?

- Jesus Christ.

- I found them dead in your house.

- What? - In our house?

How would they be in our--how-- like, what--what do you mean?

Like, we haven't--we haven't even seen them since, like--

- Since when? - Since his father's funeral.

Look, I--we had nothing to do with this.

You got to know that.

- Oh, I know.

A professional killed them.

This is Dimitri's father, who is very much alive.

He's the head of one of the biggest crime families

in the Eastern United States.

And over the last week, he has been incredibly active.

You might have her look away for this.

I believe that, like me, he is on the hunt

to find his son's killer.

And maybe Nicolai found out who Dimitri's girlfriend was,

who her family is.

But they weren't home.

- So you think that they would have killed us,

but Stan and Winny were there?

- That's exactly what I think.

Nicolai is not gonna rest

until he finds out who killed his son.

And he will kill anyone who gets in their way.

- Okay, so then what do we do?

What? No, absolutely not.

- No fucking way.

- Listen, we can keep her safe.

Me and my team can use Jenn to draw Nicolai out.

Then we can nail him and end this nightmare.

- Okay, we're leaving.

Do you have kids? - No.

- You should be ashamed of yourself.

- If you find yourself needing help,

please don't hesitate to call.

I'm not the enemy.

- Never said you was.

- Hey, guys. What's up?

- Ange. How'd it go?

- Joe, we're gonna be in the car.

Come on, Jenn.

- Joe.

- What the fuck was that in there?

- What?

- Did you know about Stan and Winny?

- What about Stan and Winny? - They're fucking dead.

- What? What do you mean? - Dead in my fucking--

- What?

- Murdered in my motherfucking house.

- What? Wait. Hey, I didn't know.

Joe, I didn't know.

- Touch, you should have fucking known.

You should have fucking known.

[tense music]

Shit.

- What if she can help us?

- By using our daughter?

Absolutely not.

Over my dead body. No.

- Well, how about some way we can do it without using her?

- Sergeant Talford said

that this Nicolai person knows about her.

- I don't think-- I don't think he knows, Mom.

Dimitri was always weird about taking pictures

and never posted them.

And he told me that his parents were dead.

[sighs] If Dimitri told Nicolai about me,

I would have been his first stop.

But he was probably trying to protect me

'cause he knew what his dad was capable of.

But you, Dad, you said that they saw your face last night.

- Yeah.

- We would have been Stan and Winny

if we hadn't left the house.

- We need to run, Joe.

- Yeah, we got to get the hell out of here

while we can.

- Hey, why the fuck didn't you tell me about Stan and Winny?

- Joe's your friend.

I didn't want you to prep him like you prepped his daughter.

- The fuck are you talking about?

- One-word answers. Really, Touch?

- You know, I did what you asked me to, okay?

Joe brought Jenn.

You said if I hold anything back,

that we're through.

Well, it seems like to me the only one

who was holding shit back around here is you.

- Calm down. Take a seat.

- Fuck.

- Have a drink.

We'll talk. - Fuck you.

- Have a fucking drink, Touch.

[indistinct chatter]

- Ah, the Lambo is taken care of.

- Not now, Cathy. Not now. - Not now, Cathy.

- What? - Sorry.

- Slow down. What is going on?

- We get to get out of here right now.

We suggest you two do the same. - Joe, what happened?

- We just found out that the Russians killed

Stan and Winny in our house.

- Oh, praise God!

Maybe the Russians ain't so bad after all.

Oh, come on.

Stop acting like y'all didn't think

that Stan and Winny were a pair of assholes who had it coming.

- Cathy.

- Anywho...

Joe, come over here.

Look at this.

- Shit, Cathy, I ain't got time for this shit right now.

- But this, you do. Come here.

Come on. Ange, Jenn, come on.

- What, Cathy? - What?

- What?

- These are from the Lambo.

Do you notice anything? - I don't see shit.

- Look, it's the next clue. All right?

The--the names.

- What are they doing together?

- What numbers do they wear?

- O'Donnell, 14. Bradshaw is 12.

- Now flip this shit.

- 12. 14.

Oh, fuck.

- That's our address.

- There's a reason your dad put the home address

on the Lamborghini.

- 10 million reasons.

♪ ♪

- The money's in our house.

both: The money's in the house.

[both laughing]

♪ ♪

- Money is in the house.

[laughs] - We got it, baby.

- Ange, did you hear me? I said ten minutes--

- I heard you, Joe.

And here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna leave here.

And you're gonna find Teddy's money.

- I am?

- You are.

[soft music]

- I am.

- And you're not gonna do it for me.

You're not gonna do it for you.

You're gonna do it for Jenn because her life is in danger.

Whoever killed Stan and Winny are looking for us.

And that money might be the only thing

that can save her,

that saves us.

So fucking find it.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Stan and Winny fucking us from beyond the grave.

- How the fuck are we supposed to get into our house now?

- [sighs]

[tires screech]