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- ♪ This Christmas ♪

- To Daddy from Touch.

- Oh, my man, Touch.

- Let me guess. A terrible towel.

- A terrible towel! [laughs]

My man! - Again?

- Why does he get you the same thing every year?

- Oh, it's just tradition.

You know, new year, new towel, new chance for a Super Bowl.

- [laughing] Okay. - That's how it goes.

- Oh, what we got next? - Um...

- Oh, that's a good one.

Oh, okay.

- Who is that from? - Let's see. Let me look.

"To the Washingtons..." - Mm-hmm?

- "From Cathy and Leon." - Oh.

- What?

- [laughs] Oh-ho! A new toaster oven!

This the shit. I know this one.

This ain't cheap, neither. This is that good shit.

- This bitch.

- What? - What's wrong, Ma?

- I got this for them for their anniversary last year.

- Same model? - The exact one.

See, I put their initials on the box right here

so I wouldn't forget.

- So they re-gifted it? - [sighs] Yep.

- This bitch.

- Can we open up Grandpa's?

- Yeah, let's do Grandpa's. - Yeah.

- Let's move on from this one.

[upbeat holiday music]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

- Oh, my God. - What?

- Is it real? - Oh.

♪ ♪

- Pretty sure it is.

- Why would Teddy get us something like that?

- Same reason he does half the stuff he does:

he's an asshole.

- Grandpa's not an asshole.

- Okay, he's a delight.

- Well, I don't want this thing in my house.

It's disgusting and I don't want to look at it.

- I'll throw it out tomorrow.

- No, put it in the attic right now,

'cause it's-- I don't want to see it.

It's just--ugh.

♪ ♪

- Ugh.

- ♪ And this Christmas will be ♪

♪ A very special Christmas for me ♪

- This man sure know how to fuck up a Christmas.

[gunshot echoes]

[police siren wails]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- I still don't understand what's wrong with my plan.

- It's insane. That's what's wrong with it.

- Yeah, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

And we in some desperate shit right now.

- It'd definitely keep the cops away from the house.

- Which we need.

It's gonna take us some time to figure out

where Teddy hid the money.

- [sighs]

- Well?

- It's like Fort fucking Knox at your place.

The Shaveys have it completely surrounded.

- [sighing] Oh, fuck.

- What about you guys?

You come up with an idea how we can get in?

- I did.

- She did not.

- What's a Shavey? - Uniformed Pittsburgh PD.

Uncle Touch told me they can't have facial hair,

so they call them Shaveys.

- What about detectives?

- No, detectives can have facial hair.

Just not uniformed cops. - Huh.

Not even a moustache?

- No, nothing. It's part of the uniform.

- How is something you can't have part of a uniform?

- Well, I don't know, Leon. [sighs]

Think of it like you and a brain.

- Okay.

- You couldn't go have a look around the house

and see if you saw anything? - [sighing] Ah.

- Yeah. You our inside man. Go get your ass inside.

- And do what?

Ask the guys that are dusting for pubes

if they've seen $10 million lying around?

I can't just go there, Joe. Talford knows I'm helping you.

She's just lady-copping the shit out of me

right now with head games.

- Shouldn't have told her you knew me.

- Hey, you don't know this woman.

She was just waiting for me to lie to her.

- Dad, maybe Sergeant Talford might help us.

- No. She wants to use you as bait.

That's what the fuck she wants to do.

- No, no, no, she found two dead bodies in our house

and she only questioned us for, like, what, 15 minutes?

- I don't know, Joe. Jenn might be onto something.

I mean, I watch "First 48," and normally

when they bring people into the investigation room,

they're there for, like, five, six straight hours.

- Mm-hmm. Something's up with her.

I think she might want to help us.

- She is not.

Now how long is this whole "CSI" bullshit

gonna be happening at the house?

- Not long.

Our guys are terrible at it.

But the Shaveys are gonna be posted up there indefinitely.

Talford knows the Russians are watching your house.

It's just a matter of time before she knows why.

- Then maybe we beat her to the punch.

Tell her the truth. Dad, half the truth.

There aresome guys trying to kill us.

- Not to mention that crazy hit-bitch.

- And that crazy hit-bitch.

If I ask Sergeant Talford for help,

maybe she'll let us back inside the house

and then we'll have the Shaveys protect us...

so we'll have police protection outside

while we look for the money inside.

- [gasps]

No.

- I like it.

- I love it.

- It's not a bad plan, Joe. - I said no.

I don't want her a part of this.

- Then why'd you do what you did?

- Uh, Mom? - No. Your father's right.

He made his decision. Enough.

- [sighs] You're always on his side.

I'm sick and tired of this shit.

- Jenn.

Jenn, I told you to stop--

[groans]

- Hey.

You need your meds? - No, I'm just stressed, Joe.

[suspenseful music]

You know, the longer I'm thinking about this,

the longer I think that we need to leave now.

I mean, Cathy's plan is obviously crazy,

but I don't know,

maybe Stan and Winny, that was a sign.

You know, I think that we need to leave with what we have.

We just--we find someplace new

and we start to be a family again.

[tense music]

- All right.

We can go.

Just give me a few days to figure it out, all right?

- No, Joe. Now.

- What do you mean now?

We got $60,000.

How long you think that's gonna last us?

- I don't care.

We are alive and we are together,

and that's all that matters.

- Jesus Christ.

Ang, we deserve this. Okay? Can't you taste it?

It's right there. Just come on. Please.

- I'm not asking, Joe.

♪ ♪

Did you hear what I said?

- I'm the bad guy now? Huh?

'Cause I want something better

out of this fucked up situation,

I'm the fucking bad guy? Huh?

- Nobody said that! - But you're thinking it!

♪ ♪

And after everything I did,

you want me just to walk away from it?

[sighs] I earned this.

♪ ♪

Just give me one more day.

♪ ♪

I'm not asking.

♪ ♪

- "Local Tow Truck Driver Dies in Tragic House Fire."

Hmm.

♪ ♪

Teddy is Joe's father.

♪ ♪

Drug trafficker's son

was dating tow truck driver's granddaughter.

His head chopped off.

We find dead bodies at tow truck driver's son's house.

♪ ♪

What's new?

Shit.

I don't know where the fuck tow truck driver's son is now.

♪ ♪

Where are you, Mr. Joe?

[golf balls clinking]

- We're changing history, bro.

- [grunts]

- You know, it's not too late to join the revolution.

The great resignation is always accepting new members.

- The great what?

- Resignation.

The big quit, the grand re-shuffle.

I mean, workers are fed up

with stagnant wages and soaring costs of living.

We're out, bro.

- Out of what? You don't work.

- That's right.

- Okay, so no job?

What are you gonna do about money?

- Money isn't real. - No, it's real.

- [chuckling] No.

No, money is just a concept

designed to keep us trapped in their system.

A work-first mindset.

It's been that way

ever since we switched from the diamond standard.

- Gold standard.

And if it doesn't work out?

- Well, I mean, I still got like,

2 grand left on unemployment. [chuckles]

And then once I convert that to crypto, I mean,

that'll technically be like a million.

[chuckles]

- Yeah, that sounds like a solid plan.

- Thank you. [engine turns over]

[tires screech] - What's up with this chick?

- I think I saw her at the range checking me out.

[laughs]

Watch this.

[suspenseful music]

[chuckling] Hola! Como eh?

How you doing? My name's Mitch.

- Hi, Mitch. - Hi.

- Me and my brojangles were just gonna, like,

crush a couple cold ones and chillax for the day

if you wanted to join us.

- Yeah, I'd like that.

- Ah, excellence! [laughs]

Here, please. Après-vous.

That's French. - [chuckles]

- What was your name?

- Arina.

- [rolls R heavily] Arina.

[saxophone playing jazz]

♪ ♪

[clippers buzzing]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Russian]

[clippers turn off]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I miss work with my hands. It was nice, you know?

When I was growing up, I had very little.

A lot of my family, my brothers...

- [whimpering] - [shushes]

- [panting in panic]

- Roof on my head,

food in belly...

was a good life.

- [whimpering]

- But not good enough for me.

I want more. - [panting]

[fretful moaning]

- Today...

I have more.

Much, much more.

But also...

[tense music]

I have less.

I learned this...

♪ ♪

When I saw your picture with my son's head.

[both moaning fretfully]

[muffled shouts and cries]

♪ ♪

Shut the fuck up.

- Mm-hmm.

[knock at door] Yeah?

Governor Davis?

You're Governor Davis, right? - That's right.

- How--how can I--

please have a seat.

- [grunts]

[sighs]

Well, this is nice.

Don't you think?

- Yeah.

I don't know what thisis, but it's definitely nice.

- Well--[sighs]

It's rare for a man of my position to deliver good news,

so I jump at every opportunity I can.

- Jump.

- Clara Banks.

- The new DA?

- She was passionate about your mother's case.

- [chuckling] I like her already.

- Yeah, I had my team look into it.

- Why the change of heart?

- You want everything from every angle, huh?

I guess it's just engrained in you.

- Trust issues. - Yeah.

Well, being a recent recipient of the second chance club,

I find myself open to these new ideas.

It appears that the evidence in your mother's case...

isn't what it seems.

- What are you saying?

- Well, certain things still need to flow,

but, uh, I see a clear path out of prison for your mother

considering everything runs smooth.

[clears throat] Look-- - I'm--

- Look, look.

I don't need you to say anything.

- [sighs and scoffs]

- It's what I need you to do.

- Okay.

[soft tense music]

- It's important...

to know what it is exactly you're fighting for.

That's how you know

when to keep going or when to walk away.

♪ ♪

That's the difference between losing...

and finding victory in defeat.

It's a win-win.

- What exactly do you need me to do, Governor?

- Chill.

- Chill?

♪ ♪

- Chill.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [sighing] Okay.

♪ ♪

Have a good day, Governor.

♪ ♪

- They said you were smart.

- Yeah, well...

they didn't vote for you, so yes, I am.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Have a wonderful day! - Mm-hmm, you too.

♪ ♪

[paper rustling]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[tires screeching]

- Oh, shit.

[engine revving]

[engine turns over]

[siren wailing]

- 27-Adam-9. - Yeah, 9?

- 10-43, tan Ford Taurus, Pennsylvania plate,

Adam-seven-Henry eight-Frank-four-two.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[siren wailing]

- Code two. Copy.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[siren whoops]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

[tires squealing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

- You're off the case.

- What?

- How the fuck can you be surprised?

- He wanted me to bury it!

I can't do that! You can't ask me to do that!

- He's the governor. The man signs my checks.

He get whatever the fuck he wants.

- But it's complete horseshit. You know that.

- Be happy you still have a badge.

- Fucking thrilled.

- 999, repeat, 999. Shots fired. Officer down.

27-Adam-9.

All available units, respond 10-34.

- Who's Adam 9? - Tuchawuski.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing and engines turning over]

- [groaning] Easy, easy.

Oh, shit.

[groaning] Oh, shit.

[sirens wailing distantly]

[groaning] - Hold on.

- Oh, shit. [groans]

[groaning] Oh, oh, God. - I know you're hurting.

- Yeah. - I know you're hurting.

It looks like you might've cracked a rib or two.

X-rays will tell us more. Doctors are waiting.

- Okay.

- You're lucky as hell you had your vest on.

- Yeah, well, I wouldn't exactly say I'm lucky.

What about the shooter? Any word on the shooter?

- Haven't heard anything on the radio.

Everyone's looking, though. - [groaning] Oh, fuck.

[groans] Fucking hurts.

[Oh the Larceny's "Another Level"]

- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Standing in the street, the sun is in the east ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Calling out the beast, the tiger underneath ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Starting to believe, the world is at my feet ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm ready for the feast, it's all within my reach ♪

♪ I'm going to another level ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ To another level ♪

♪ ♪

- Fucking Cathy.

♪ ♪

Bitch is a maniac, but her plan did work.

♪ ♪

That bitch on some "Beautiful Mind" shit.

♪ ♪

- ♪ To another level ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let's get it ♪ - ♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ To another level ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hello?

♪ ♪

Got a man hiding?

♪ ♪

[hinges creak]

♪ ♪

- Which one, Ang?

- I'm sorry. What?

- Which drug store you wanna go to?

- Oh, um, Oscar's on Shadow Lane.

[sighs] Hey, Leon.

Can you turn on the radio?

- Uh, yeah. Sure.

[upbeat R&B music]

- Jenn.

Jenn.

♪ ♪

Your plan was a good idea, given the circumstances.

But you know your father

would never let you get involved, baby.

Can you give him a break? Huh?

Can you try to let it go?

- Can we not?

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Jenn, he's just trying to make us safe.

Baby, he's got us in this huge hole

and he's trying to get us out.

So just don't let him get to you.

- It's not him that's getting to me, though, Mom. It's you.

- Me? - [scoffs]

Dad could have us thrown in jail or killed,

and you've just gone along with it.

♪ ♪

Make him listen to you.

Stop protecting his ego. You're better than that.

You're better than that, Mom.

- Pull over.

- Uh, Joe told me-- - I said pull over, Leon!

- Okay.

Ang.

You made your point, Ang.

- Mom, stop it and get back in the car.

- No.

Two minutes ago, you had this all figured out, Jenn,

so you know what?

You go on with your life, 'cause I'ma be all right.

- I didn't even mean it like that!

- Playing house with Dimitri for six months.

And now he's the love of your life?

Give me a fucking break.

[engine shuts off]

I am so sick of this shit!

Trying to keep everything the fuck together!

- Ang, Ang, Ang, Ang! Come on, come on, come on.

Let's just go back to the pharmacy.

We need to get your meds.

- No, I'll get it myself, Leon. And you know what?

Tell Joe when he gets back from his heist to give me a call.

As a matter of fact, Jenn,

why don't you stay with your father?

I'll unburden you both. You like that?

- Okay, Ang. Please can we just--can--

can you just get in the car?

- Need to stop protecting his ego.

You got no damn right, little girl.

No damn right!

- Thank you for holding.

- Hello. I am calling to check on a prescription.

- [fretful moaning]

- All righty. One moment, please.

[sizzling and muffled screaming]

Last name, please?

[muffled screaming] - Uh, Washington, Angela.

[muffled screaming] - [shushing]

- Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not showing anything.

[muffled screaming]

Give me just a moment.

[muffled screaming]

Ms. Washington, can you give me your date of birth?

- Uh, of course.

09/09/75.

[muffled screaming] - Thank you.

And this was for the...

- Prednisone.

[suspenseful music]

- Hmm. It says here it is ready for pickup,

but not at this location.

It's at our Shadow Lane location.

Is that all right, or would you like me

to transfer the prescription to this store?

- Nope. Shadow Lane is just fine.

Sorry. I forgot I moved it.

Thank you so much for all your help.

- My pleasure. - Bye now.

- Bye-bye now. [line disconnects]

[dramatic music]

[sizzling]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Really take your time, man. That's cool.

- Okay. All right.

So, uh, on a scale of one to ten,

how do you feel?

- Fucking Z.

- Z? - Yeah.

- Okay.

You will feel better in three...

- Yeah. - Two...

- Mm-mm. Out.

- Miss, I'm in the middle of-- - It's Sergeant.

- Sergeant. - Mm-hmm.

- Fuck. [groans]

- Okay. - No, no, he--

Talford, you come here to finish me off or what?

[sighs and groans]

- Beloved tow truck driver dies in a house fire

and bodies start popping up

at his son's house the next week?

Teddy Washington was working for Nicolai.

Nicolai had Teddy killed,

so Joe killed Dimitri in retaliation.

- I'm sorry. Are you fucking high?

- Was Joe working with his father?

- No, all right? Teddy was square and so is Joe.

[groans] - Where is Joe?

- You scared him off at the interrogation,

so he and his family skipped town.

I have no fucking idea where he is.

- Well, find him. - He's gone!

Pam, would you just fucking please

get the nurse back in here?

[door closes] - Listen to me.

The governor of Pennsylvania was in my office today.

Mm-hmm.

He's on Nicolai's payroll. [scoffing chuckle]

Wants me to fumble the case in exchange for my mom's freedom.

- Wait, so why-- you didn't take it?

- You would?

- You've been chasing your mom's freedom

for over a decade.

You're fucking-A right I'd take it.

- Clearing my mama is one thing.

But taking Nicolai down is just as important,

and I know your friend knows more than he's saying,

so call him!

- Okay, just slow down, would you?

You're going a million miles an hour here

off of one coincidence.

And I tried to call Joe, but he won't answer.

[groans]

[Talford sighs] I--

[sighs] You ain't getting my PIN.

- I can help your friend and his family.

But first, he has to help me.

- You gotta let this thing go, okay?

He's gone, okay?

Would you do me a favor and please get the nurse

back in here so I can get some pain medication?

[knock at door]

- I knew you two were fucking.

- [groaning] Oh, fuck me.

- What? - [laughing] Oh, Lord.

- Jesus Christ.

- Hey, man. - What's up, man?

- Why are you here?

Why aren't you at the Washingtons' residence?

- Chief pulled us off after dumbass here got shot

to go look for the shooter.

- Eh.

- Give us a second.

- Good to see you're still breathing, Touch.

- Yeah, fuck you too, man. - [laughs]

- [laughs] Ow.

[Touch sighs]

- So how close was the shooter?

- Say what now? - The shooter.

How close?

- I don't know. A couple, three feet?

- Couple, three feet? - Yeah.

Pam, it was a traffic stop, you know?

It was the distance between me and the window.

- One shot into the vest?

Damn.

You must be the luckiest cop I know.

- Yeah, it's--[laughs]

[suspenseful music]

- We're not done by a long shot, Touch.

We're going back to your friend's house

and you better hope I don't find anything.

♪ ♪

- Oh, shit.

[groans]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[phone line trilling]

[phone ringing] - Yeah?

- Talford's headed your way right now.

- Now? - Yeah, right fucking now.

♪ ♪

- [snarls]

Where did you hide this fucking money?

- You think we gonna make it out of this alive?

- I have a no soul-searching by the side of the road rule.

- I don't want to die, Leon.

- Neither do I, but I'm pretty sure

Joe's gonna kill me if I don't get you back home.

- I'm serious.

[both sigh]

You know, I gave up my career.

I got sick.

I thought I was a good mother, but obviously, I am not.

I could've had such a different life, Leon.

And I'm working in a fucking diner.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

I haven't done anything with my life.

Nothing that matters.

I'm a goddamn burden.

[sobs]

♪ ♪

- Ang, you are--

you're not a burden, but...

we really need to get you your meds before this--

- You ever get tired?

- Of what?

- Of holding Joe down.

♪ ♪

- No. That's my boy.

- Yeah, well, your boy claims he's doing this for us.

But he's doing it for himself.

- What makes you say that? - Because he's changing, Leon.

Can't you see that?

[car door opens and closes]

- No, he's still Joe,

I'm still his friend, and you're still his wife.

If we don't hold him down, we hold him up,

and if one of us crumbles, then we off, then

- And who's holding me up?

- I will.

♪ ♪

Mom, I am so sorry.

I had no right.

Please, we need to get your medicine.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

- Come on. Damn!

Fucking--[snarls]

Come on! Oh, fuck!

[items clattering] Fuck!

[panting]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

I bet you're fucking laughing your ass off, huh?

You think this shit funny?

Watching me try and fail, and fail to try?

I'm sick of your shit. I'm sick of all of this shit.

♪ ♪

I'm sick of your fucking games.

Sick of your fucking games! [mutters indistinctly]

♪ ♪

Sick of your fucking shit!

♪ ♪

Fuck.

I'm not fucking playing...

fucking games with you, motherfucker.

[hammer clicks] - Pittsburgh PD!

Drop what's in your hands. - [gasps]

- Take two steps back towards my voice,

hands where I can see 'em.

Put down the deer head.

- I can't.

- Put it down or I am going to shoot you.

- Yeah?

I thought Shaveys was taken off this detail.

[suspenseful music]

- What's a Shavey?

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

- [bellowing] - Drop it now!

[wet slicing]

[groaning] - [snarling]

[Joe panting]

- [coughing] - [panting and chuckling]

♪ ♪

- Kill me. [coughs]

Kill me, please.

[panting and gurgling] Just--

[wet coughing]

♪ ♪

- [gasps] - [coughing and panting]

[soft dramatic music]

[Joe gasps]

[swelling dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Oh, yeah!

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[Joe panting frantically]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[hinges creak]

- Police! [door closes]

[suspenseful music]

- [labored breathing] Please...

[coughing]

- Oh, my God. - [wet wheezing]

♪ ♪

- [sighs] Son of a bitch.

Who did this to you?

Who?

Fuck.

♪ ♪

I envy you.

It's easy to be a bad guy.

No rules...

no concerns.

Being good takes discipline.

Restraint.

[wet coughing]

♪ ♪

But the devil on my shoulder's been getting real fucking loud.

- [groans loudly] - Who did this to you?

[wet coughing]

♪ ♪

- [gasps softly]

- [wet coughing]

♪ ♪

[coughing]

♪ ♪

- Him? - Yes.

[wet labored breathing]

♪ ♪

[fleshy squelching]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Give me your ID. I'll go in for you.

- You know what? I'll go.

Sitting makes it worse.

[car door opens]

- She's gonna be fine, right?

- Yeah.

- Right. Okay.

[dial tones chime]

[phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

- Hey.

- You make it back? - No.

- Anyone follow you? - No.

- You okay?

- Well, I'm in my fifth cab

with a smelly motherfucker, so no.

When this is all over,

I'ma use some of that Lambo money for a spa day.

Shit, a spa week.

You didn't tell anybody about-- - Absolutely not.

It's our money. - Great.

[soft dramatic music]

I'll see you soon. - See you soon.

Hey, I love you.

- I know.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

- Mom, I just want you to know

that I-- - Don't.

- You never have to apologize for being right, baby.

I forgive you.

Love you. - Love you too.

Thank you.

And for now,

can you, me, and Dad just get on the same page?

- Jenn, your father and I

aren't even in the same book right now.

- Okay, but I just don't want to have to choose sides.

- Well, that is a part of being grown.

- Well, okay then.

I think we should still look for the money.

- Noted.

Can we go? - I'll be right there.

I just have to use the restroom.

- Okay. I'll be in the car.

- Okay.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Hi. Do you mind?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Ang, Jenn!

♪ ♪

[Joe breathing shakily]

♪ ♪

[sobs] I found the shit.

♪ ♪

I found the shit.

A-fucking-men.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[soft ominous music]

♪ ♪

You did it.

You did it.

Everything's better.

♪ ♪

You did it.

You found this shit.

A-fucking-men.

♪ ♪

- Hello.

[car horn blasting]

[car horn continuing]

- Leon? Leon! [car horn blasting]

[car horn continuing]

Leon! - [groans softly]

- Mom? Mom?

Leon! Oh, shit.

[Leon groaning loudly] Okay, okay.

What happened? Where's Mom? What happened to Mom?

- It was the crazy hit-bitch.

She took her.

- Mom?

Mom!

Mom! [sobs]

Mom!

[ominous music]

[echoing] Mom!

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

- [muffled screaming] Help!

♪ ♪