[billiard balls clatter and thunk]
[♪ "Seasons Come, Seasons Go" by Bobbie Gentry playing]
♪ Dogwood blossoms float against ♪
♪ The ice-encrusted creek bank ♪
♪ A tender blade of new green grass ♪
♪ Is bravely pushing upward through the melting snow ♪
♪ The spring breathes ruffles through my hair ♪
♪ And whispers softly everywhere ♪
♪ Telling secrets in my eyes ♪
♪ Search the countryside for your "Hello" ♪
♪ The seasons come ♪
♪ The seasons go ♪
♪ Lightning darts among the pines ♪
♪ Caught in a summer rainstorm ♪
♪ Soaking wet, I look upon the new plowed earth ♪
♪ With rivulets between each row ♪
♪ I almost feel you next to me ♪
♪ And it stirs a memory ♪
♪ That hangs suspended with a sigh ♪
♪ And gently weaves its way through my bedroom window ♪
-[bartender] What can I get you? -Just a coffee, please.
Thank you.
[♪ mellow jazz music playing]
-Thank you. -Yeah.
How are the eggs?
The eggs are good.
'Kay.
'Scuse me, um, can I get some sugar, please?
This is just, um, Sweet'N Low and Stevia
and all that kind of thing.
Do you have any real sugar?
[bartender] I don't think so, but I'll check in the back.
Okay. Thank you.
[clicks tongue]
Oh, my goodness. [chuckles]
You carry your own sugar?
Demerara sugar.
Gives an almost umami-type thing to the coffee.
Ooh, mommy. Umami. [laughs]
I'm Alec.
Oh, hi. I'm, I'm Regina.
Hi.
Sorry. I-If I'm interrupting you, just tell me.
I-I'm a bit of a Chatty Cathy.
You're good. I'm barely awake yet.
Well, here's to waking up on the right side of the bar.
[Alec laughs]
Oh, wow. Whiskey?
-Yep. Yeah. -Good morning.
Helps take the edge off my job as a bus driver.
This is not my thing. Okay.
But, uh, I'm being a little crazy.
There are no rules in hotel bars. Right?
They're like international waters.
Um, ex-excuse me.
Can I get, like, a mimosa or a Bloody Mary?
Bloody Mary. That makes sense, right?
Yeah.
[Alec chuckles]
-Yeah. [chuckles] -Yeah.
I mean, you may never do this,
but I, I really never do this.
-Well, look at us. -[Regina chuckles]
Sorry. I have to ask,
just because that's the second time that's happened
and, uh, it just feels like something out of a spy movie.
Spy movie? [chuckles]
No, they're just delivering work papers. That's all.
Oh. Thank you.
Can I...
-Please. Please. -Okay.
Get over here.
So, um, what do you do?
I used to make, uh, travel arrangements
for very wealthy people,
but times are hard
so I've had to pivot,
uh, and I've gotten back on my feet
using some of the connections that I made
in the luxury travel market.
Doing what for them?
Bespoke services.
Yeah, but, like, what do you do?
I'm being vague because it's--
Illegal?
Is it, is it, though? Is it...
Being a luxury travel agent meant proximity to a lifestyle
that I was never, ever going to have for myself.
So, I made a choice...
to do something a little stupid,
a little crazy, and scary as hell
to get a little piece of that life for myself.
While I could still enjoy it, you know?
Yeah.
I know exactly what you mean.
[Alec] Never gone skiing.
[whispers] I've never had a one-night stand.
Me either.
[Alec] Okay, wild woman.
[clears throat] Your turn.
What are you doing in a hotel bar
at 8:30 in the morning?
-Wow. -[Regina Gilvary] Oh.
[Regina chuckles]
Well, I'm here for work too.
-I work for a nonprofit organization for children. -Hm.
We actually provide free medical care to orphans.
It's the National Orphan Fund.
Seriously? Mother Teresa over here.
No. I'm one of the heads of the fundraising department,
and we just had our big
all-night bingo tournament last night.
And I have not slept in 24 hours,
but we did raise $20,000.
So, I was going to deposit the winnings
in this bank down the street.
But, you know, the after hours chute was jammed shut.
So, just killing time until the bank opens.
[slurps]
I mean, I love my job. Really, I do.
The kids are amazing.
But I don't have any excitement in my life either.
It's so easy to fall into a rut.
-It is. -I know.
And then, next thing you know, you're 43,
living alone with your pet fish.
I don't travel.
I don't do anything impulsive or,
you know, like what you said,
something crazy and stupid and fun.
I'm...
[Alec] Well, I hate to break this to you, Regina.
Call me Reggie.
Okay, Reggie.
You're drinking with a stranger
in a hotel bar at 8:30 in the morning.
This is crazy and stupid.
And a little fun, I think.
This is going to sound, um...
I don't know, too intense maybe.
-I'm sorry. -No.
But I feel like you came into my life
at, uh, exactly the right moment.
Right when I'm about to make the biggest, craziest leap.
I don't even know what a leap like that
would look like in my life.
[Alec] Now I got to go to my room.
[zipper buzzes]
Your room here?
[Reggie giggles]
What's so funny?
I just, um...
I just look like someone else.
Like someone who would go to a stranger's hotel room.
Oh, is that, um...
-What? -Just...
[Reggie laughs]
[Alec sighs]
-Nothing to worry about, just... -Oh.
...my little buddy.
[Reggie chuckles nervously]
[both chuckle]
Okay, let's, uh, let's try this again.
Okay.
[Reggie moans]
Okay.
What's up?
What do you really do?
Please don't tell me there's paperwork in that bag.
You have a gun.
People with guns don't do paperwork.
What is really going on?
Do you think I'm, like, a cop or something? [chuckles]
I don't know what you are.
I think you want to tell me what you're doing here.
I think you want to share this with someone.
You can trust me.
Okay.
But it's going to sound crazy.
So, one of my ex-clients, he, um...
he had a kingdom
that was technically a part of Georgia,
the country, not the state.
He... had a kingdom?
He was deposed, and, um...
now he's in exile here in the United States.
He has... billions of dollars
in Georgian lari...
in cash.
He just packed it out of the country with him.
So, he can't use his lari, obviously.
He's living in a studio apartment
using a billion dollars of useless money
as a coffee table.
So, I started helping him out.
I get, like, little amounts of cash together.
I'd meet his bodyguard,
and I'd trade my US dollars
for twice its value.
Then I walk down the street to the bank,
exchange my lari for US dollars.
Very simple. It works.
And I built trust. He trusts me.
Okay.
I've been doing small amounts,
five grand, ten grand.
But today...
today I'm taking the leap.
Today in that, in that satchel,
I have $400,000 in cash.
All my assets
and as many colleagues as I could trust to kick in.
[Alec exhales sharply]
In, uh, yep, one hour,
a Georgian despot's bodyguard
is going to knock on that door...
and he is going to make me a very rich man.
[Reggie sighs]
This is the most exciting thing
that's ever happened to me.
I want to see the money.
You want to see the money?
-Yes. -Alright.
Oh, my God, it's real. [giggles]
[exhales]
Oh, I have never seen this much money in my life.
Oh.
Reggie, I want to trust you...
but what if I'm being stupid?
What if I'm being stupid on the one day of my life
I can't afford to be stupid.
Let's have sex on the money.
What?
Like, spread it out on the bed and just...
I-I don't actually think that would be as fun as it sounds.
Well...
I want to be here for the exchange.
-No. -I, I want to be part of this.
In fact, you should leave now.
If he comes early, he's...
Nope, I'm not going anywhere.
Oh, Reggie.
Listen, we're both a little tipsy
and this whole situation, it's crazy, it's dangerous.
It's not the real you.
You should go back to your real life.
What if this is who I am?
What if I've just been wrong for my entire life?
Maybe I should do what you're doing
and just... take a leap.
[zipper buzzes]
[Alec] No.
No, no fucking way.
If I put this in that bag,
in an hour, I'll have $40,000, right?
That's twice as much help for twice as many orphans.
No.
I mean, yes...
yes, theoretically, you could double your money,
but there's always the potential for something bad to go down.
[pounding on door]
Shit.
He's early.
Shit.
Okay, um, I'm going to go answer the door.
You go in the bathroom and you wait.
I don't want you in here when he comes in.
You just go in there and you wait,
and y-- and you-- and you lock that bag up.
Reggie, you are a safe, normal, boring person
with a pet fish.
[pounding on door]
Don't do anything stupid.
[♪ dark music playing]
[pounding on door]
[speaks Georgian]
[gunshot]
-[Alec thuds] -[Regina shrieks]
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[floor creaks]
[gunshot]
[Regina breathing heavily]
[exhales forcefully]
Something stupid.
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
[door opens]
[door closes]
-[engine rumbles] -[♪ mellow jazz music playing]
[ambient street noise]
Hey.
[bartender] What can I get you?
Uh, I guess a beer, por favor.
I'm drinking for two.
No, not like I'm, uh, pregnant.
No, just, uh, me and the Lord.
Oh, and I got this, uh, these, uh...
little breakfast coupon for some eggs, please.
Okay.
Morning beer.
Morning beer makes a day a little less clear.
[snorts]
Uh, morning.
[loud scraping]
How you doing? Morning.
Love another breakfast connoisseur.
[Charlie laughs]
Yeah.
Yeah. You know what it is?
I think I just like eating anything
that I know could be fertilized.
Pretty good deal too.
Oh, yes. And, uh, well, I got mine for free.
See, I do this thing where I collect coupons
from, uh, various hotels for free breakfast
and, uh, well, you can get 'em everywhere.
Yeah. You know.
Different cities, different hotels,
uh, and you can use 'em anywhere
'cause people, well, they hardly check 'em.
So, I got these eggs from a hotel
-in Beaverton, Oregon. -Mm.
Hey, uh, well...
I know what I'm doing at a bar at 8:30 in the morning.
I'm bored, and I got this, uh, sleeping albatross to offload, uh.
You don't need to know about my life.
What about you? What are you doing here?
I'm Charlie, by the way.
-Alec. -Bullshit.
Sorry to say nom de plume, nom de guerre,
nom de none of my business, so go ahead.
Weirdly, it's kind of a hybrid
business-pleasure-type thing.
Staying at the hotel from outta town
for a work engagement.
Bullshit.
What? No, it's, it's not bullshit. I...
I work with very private luxury clients
who need, uh, privacy.
Bullshit. Man, I really just don't know
that I've heard this much bullshit this early in the morning.
-Now, ma'am... -Ma'am? [scoffs]
-Okay. Miss-- -"Miss" may be worse.
-Look, lady. -Eh.
I'm sorry, but you start talking to me
and suddenly you're yelling "bullshit" in my face.
I-I-I-- Look, I don't need this.
I'm stressed enough today, 'kay?
Oh, I'm sorry about that.
[Alec exhales sharply]
Biggest deal of my life is about to go down.
Bullshit.
Hey, man, what's going on?
I mean, it's just the two of us at this bar, you know?
I mean, the stakes couldn't be lower.
You don't need to lie to me.
Anyway, uh...
I'll... I'll just leave it alone.
I'm going to go back to my eggs. Okay?
What... the fuck is going on?
Is this-- Is this, like, the weirdest bust of all time?
Eh? Oh, no, no.
It's just that I, uh... Well, you see, I have this gift.
I can tell when people are lying, uh,
sort of like a, a human lie detector.
Eh, nice to meet ya.
Let's try this again.
Nice to meet you. I'm Guy, and I'm a conman.
Ah, I'm Charlie Cale, and I believe you.
[door bells tinkling]
Guys, you got to meet Charlie Cale.
You're not going to believe this.
Hey.
I'm from Abington, Massachusetts.
True.
-My blood type is AB negative. -Bullshit.
I have a brother named Carl.
Bullshit.
What did I tell you?
Guys! She's amazing. She's amazing.
Ah, true. Thanks.
No, I'm a professional.
I lie for a living, and your gift is uncanny.
I've never seen anything like it.
Yes. Yeah. Well, thanks, man, uh.
No one's fooled me yet.
-I'm going to be the first. -Sorry.
But I, uh, I think I might be foolproof.
Nobody is foolproof.
You're just really good at recognizing people's tells.
Ah, yes.
That's, um, blushing,
turning your head a certain way,
whatever people do when they're lying.
Yes, I do know what a tell is.
And, uh, well, I happen to think that people
who talk about tells like they're science are full of shit.
It is a science and an art.
-A performance. -[Guy] Right.
A lie is the contrast between what you present to the world
and the truth that you're hiding.
And the tell is the friction point
between those two things.
And like any physical reaction, it can be repressed.
Impressive. A, a guy who can repress his tells.
You must be amazing in bed.
I, uh...
Yes, I guess theoretically the world's greatest sociopath
could trick me, but, uh, certainly not you.
You're just a big old softie.
Game on, Charlie Cale.
Okay, uh, so, you going to introduce me
to your foreboding pals here?
I take it you're the ringleader.
That's a good guess.
I write the cons. I mastermind the whole game.
Guy's a genius.
-I'm Manny. -[Charlie Cale] Hey.
I'm his consigliere and a stage manager,
and I play the heavy, I take care of the snacks.
Can I get you anything?
Manny, you can call yourself my consigliere
when you can fucking spell it.
Yeah, I just, um, I was trying to--
He's the muscle.
This is Gene.
Hi, I'm Gene. I'm the accountant.
Kind of like a numbers wiz, like in the Ben Affleck movie.
Ah, "Good Will Hunting."
No, "The Accountant."
There's a surprising amount of math involved in the big con.
David is a brilliant actor.
I'm going to mention that he went to Juilliard before he does, though.
I'm in charge of character work.
It might seem like overkill,
but our criminal venture is all about performance.
And my Juilliard training gives us the edge of verisimilitude.
Wow. Uh, your parents must be very proud, uh.
That's, uh, Derek, that's Brian, that's Joe,
and Cliff over there is our intern.
She takes the minutes.
-[Charlie] How you doing? -Hi.
-[Charlie] Cool vest. -Thank you.
Okay, uh, so...
uh, sorry if I seem skeptical.
Ah, what even is a con these days?
I mean, uh, uh, uh, crypto fraud, identity theft?
None of that tawdry, modern shit.
You're looking at maybe the last crew in America
that runs an old-school big con.
Old-school shit. Old-school shit.
Please shut up.
Our bread and butter's "The Sleazy Georgian."
That's what I was going to run on you in the bar.
[Gene] It's kinda like The Pigeon Drop,
but with a little international flair.
Okay, so how does it work?
Like, let's say I wasn't a human lie detector.
Well, what would've gone down this morning?
-Okay. -[♪ funky, upbeat music playing]
First contact is very important.
You want the mark to think that they engaged you.
It's like forcing a card.
Then, you set the hook.
In this con, the story's about a despot from Georgia,
the country, not the state,
who uses me as a money exchange.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I mean, that is, like, a bad email scam, uh.
Who even buys this shit?
They don't buy it if you're selling it.
But if you're hiding it, if you make them earn your trust,
earn your confidence to get to it.
Curiosity and cats.
Yes.
You give them a deadline.
The Georgian is coming in an hour.
This is the last exchange I'm ever going to do.
Are you in, are you out?
[Gene] So, the mark has an hour to get to an ATM
and come back with as much cash as they can get.
It's called "Putting Them on the Send."
Right, but, uh, you can't keep them hooked once they leave, though.
I mean, surely they come to their senses
and then they're not coming back.
They always come back.
These are not good people, Charlie.
Their greed always trumps their caution or their morality.
That's where I come in.
I show up as the Georgian despot's muscle, right?
-Now, I have a gun. -[Guy] Shut the fuck up, Manny.
Yeah, so Manny shows up as the Georgian despot's muscle.
I'm squibbed up, he shoots me, they get the fuck out.
They feel lucky to have escaped with their lives.
That's the big blow up.
And that's it, The Sleazy Georgian.
Okay. Plot hole.
So, what happens if the mark wants to inspect that cash,
you know, before they put it in the satchel?
You're really smart. [laughs]
We put the real cash on top.
I use the take from the last con.
It's a little bit like a conman escrow.
Yeah. You see, we only get paid
after the next successful grift.
It's kind of fucked up actually and we should change--
It's amazing. It's job security, and nobody can quit Guy's gang.
Um, I actually won't be returning after March.
What?
I got a job as a NBC page, so...
My dream job.
Wow. Here's to you, Cliff, huh?
[Cliff] Thank you.
Does it ever get dangerous?
No. I always protect my crew.
-Whoa. -[Guy] It's just blanks.
It's just blanks.
But the threat of it is all you need.
And there are three rules we never break.
You never overreach.
You always let the mark lead,
and you bail if the mark shows you even one red flag.
[♪ foreboding music playing]
So, there I am, my pants around my ankles
and I'm running away from the nuns
and I'm screaming, "Perestroika!"
No, it was the only word I could remember in Russian.
What a life you guys lead.
-[Manny] Check this out. -[Charlie/Manny laughing]
-It's a face swap. -Hey! Ooh.
Ah, Manny, Manny, you got to send me that
'cause it's a, well, it's been a second
since, you know, I had one of these, uh, phones.
I'm going to make that my wallpaper.
Oh, man. I did one the other day with my dog's butt.
Robin was like, "Six years we've been married.
I don't know if I can ever kiss you again."
[Charlie] What? [laughs]
The fuck are you doing?
Brainless fucking meathead.
[Manny] It's a face swap.
This is a cloud-based third party app
and you just uploaded a picture of your fucking fat face
and our prop table
with identifiable items from past jobs.
I'm sorry, it was stupid. It won't happen again.
We're just trying to have a little fun around here.
We're not here to have fun.
[phone clatters]
Well, that killed the vibe.
Cliff, don't put that all in the minutes.
Hey, Manny.
Why do you let him treat you like that?
Oh, he just acts that way when I do something stupid.
You don't deserve that.
And, uh, just to say, I mean,
this isn't really, like, genius-level stuff.
You know the game just as well as Guy does.
You could do it without him.
No, no, no, no. I couldn't. I... Never mind.
I... It's not like...
it's not like we're personally close.
He's never met Robin. We've been married six years.
Guy is my mentor. Right?
I know he would never cross me, and I-I'd never cross him.
Hmm. [chuckles]
Hey, six years, oh, that's sick.
Uh, that's great. Congrats on that.
[Manny] Thank you very much.
I didn't know it'd happen for me.
Eh, eh, I, I had someone. I...
[♪ "Seasons Come, Seasons Go" by Bobbie Gentry playing]
♪ Dogwood blossoms float against ♪
♪ The ice-encrusted creek bank ♪
Ah, shit.
Hey, uh, can I just take this, uh, umbrella from the prop pile?
Charlie, that's the "keep" pile. No.
You know what? Just grab anything from the pile over there.
There's nothing important.
Oh, 'kay.
That alright with you, Cliff?
Yes.
Ah. Adios, amigos.
I'm going to need 45 to a hundred headshots printed.
Is that something you can do, Cliff?
Hey. Hey.
Hi.
I saw the look in your eyes when I was describing that con.
Ah, what look?
I think there's a part of you that's, uh, drawn to all this.
And with your gift...
[Charlie] Ah.
Well, I can't say I'm not intrigued.
It's fun, it's romantic.
It's like a big game. But...
But? What's holding you back?
Well, you're dressing it up
with all kinds of old-timey terminology
and theatrics and whatnot,
like it's something out of a movie,
but, end of the day, I--
you're still just stealing from honest people
and I can't get with that.
You can't con an honest man.
Believe me, every single person we con is a criminal
who would kill and steal for the money in that satchel.
We're just letting them do it in a safe sandbox.
I see. So, you only rob from criminals.
-That's right. -You're like the Dexter of conmen.
[Guy] Exactly. It's all theater.
No one ever gets hurt for real.
I got to say, I mean, I'm usually a lone wolf.
But the idea of having a pack, it does have some appeal.
See you tomorrow, Charlie Cale.
Probably. Yeah.
♪ I almost feel you next to me ♪
♪ And it stirs a memory ♪
♪ That hangs suspended with a sigh ♪
♪ And gently weaves its way through my bedroom window ♪
"$20,000 National Orphan Fund"?
♪ The seasons go ♪
Huh.
[engine rumbling]
[tires screech]
Hey, Guy!
There you fucking are. A goddamn word, please.
What's the matter, Charlie?
Woke up on the wrong side of your car?
Oh. Oh, I, uh, found this last night
in your dead prop pile.
It's a... Well, it struck me as odd that you had a bank slip
for $20,000 deposit to the National Orphan Fund.
You didn't really seem like a charitable guy,
so, uh, I looked it up...
found an article in the local paper.
A guy stole this 20K from a woman
who was holding it for a charity bingo night,
a charity for orphans, uh.
[inhales sharply]
Eh, who the fuck steals from orphans, huh?
I mean, that's, uh, it's terrible.
But it is, uh, sort of what we do.
Man, I thought... I-I-I-I thought you said
that you, you only con people who deserved it.
Yes, that's right.
Well, this woman, she worked for the charity.
Her name was Regina Gilvary.
[clicks tongue] Okay.
So, she threw herself off a bridge three days ago.
[exhales] Tough shit.
[♪ solemn music playing]
A saintly woman who helps orphans...
who... seduces a stranger
in a hotel bar at 8:30 in the morning
and is willing to gamble $20,000 of her charity's money
because the danger of it gets her off.
Reggie was the perfect mark.
Any sane person would've gotten out of there.
But she marched through every red flag.
Dude with a gun, satchel full of cash,
a money-laundering Georgian despot.
She was blinded by greed,
by the larceny in her heart.
She was so ready for it
that we didn't even have time to put her on the send.
We ended up just playing her against the wall.
She took me to that room,
she put her money in the satchel,
and thank God I made a switch
because when two men lay dead at her feet,
she stole what she thought was $400,000.
Do you think any of that money would've gone
to the fucking orphans?
So...
no.
I don't feel bad about taking that person's money.
And if she couldn't handle the consequences
of her own actions...
that's on her.
Eh, eh, nah.
I'm sorry. She was not the perfect mark, okay?
She was a, just a person.
A-And I'm sorry, but I-I think that taking advantage
of a person at their most vulnerable is,
you know, they got this, uh, old-timey con terminology for it.
It's, uh, shitty.
You'll need to, at the very least,
get this money back to the charity.
Uh, no.
Yes.
Or I go to the cops.
Hey, boss, uh, sorry to interrupt,
but th-there's a juicy mark over at the hotel.
If you call the cops on us,
maybe we'll get caught and maybe we won't.
But you're not going to see a dime of that charity's money.
But if you come with us and help us play this mark,
I will cut you in for 20K
and you can do whatever you want with it.
Uh, what are we going to do?
So, we're going to rob a first responder
so I can give, uh, 20K back to an orphan charity?
No, no, no, no.
This mark, sketchy as fuck.
You in or out?
[laughs] What'd you say you did for a living again?
Oh, uh, little of this, little of that, uh.
I'm currently in the miscellaneous errantry business.
I used to be a runner, you know, drugs, Postmates, whatever.
But then I fell in with this really cool fucker.
He runs a super high-stakes poker game.
Eh, a guy used his gold tooth as ante last month.
Oh, my God, that's fascinating.
Alright, dude, I, I got to ask.
[Guy] Yeah.
What's up with the satchel?
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[Guy] You go to the bank, exchange it for US dollars.
Clean and easy.
Hey, this is... I'm sorry, this is probably
freaking you out a little bit, huh?
Nah. No, no, no, no, that's...
This is some real straight real-deal shit right here.
-Hey, do you, uh... -[Guy] May I?
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Do you think your Georgian friend
would be cool with me throwing into the pot?
[Guy] Ah.
Don't take this the wrong way.
I, I don't know if...
I-I don't know if it would work.
You'd have to get the money in the next hour.
He's coming really soon.
He's very punctual. You know, Georgians.
Oh, yes. Well, that is a known stereotype about Georgians.
[Sketch] I could get the money no problem.
Y-Yeah, I have access to a ton of cash from the poker game,
and no one will notice it's missing for hours.
And, by then, I just replace what I took.
I can probably give you, mm, 400 large.
I mean, I have a gambling problem,
so no one suspects me when I act weird, you know?
You can get, um, $400,000? Seriously?
I don't know, sweetheart.
What do you think? Should we cut him in?
Oh, are you out of your fucking mind, sweetie?
[laughs] She's got good sense. I like her.
She does. Luckily for you, Sketch, I still wear the pants.
So, meet us in Room 703
before the next exchange in one hour.
-You got it, Jefe. -[both laugh]
Ah. Yo, so, hey, Sketch, Sketch.
Hi. Yeah, I don't know, it's, uh, nice to meet you.
Alright. Yeah. See ya.
[chuckles]
[Guy] Sketch, Sketch.
The exchange happens in an hour whether you're back or not.
-Yeah. Yeah, no problem. -Okay. Alright.
-See you in an hour. -[Sketch] Yes. Yes.
Manny, you were right. This mark is juicy.
[Charlie] What?
What are you talking about?
We, obviously, need to pull the plug on this scam.
No way are we bailing on this.
It's $400,000.
He, obviously, works for a local mob.
He's twitchy as fuck.
He's a, a, a gambling addict.
Oh, oh! And his name is Sketch.
It's $400,000.
Look, you told me the rules. You see a red flag, you bail.
I forgot to tell you the uber rule:
If a mark has $400,000, you steal it.
-Oh, boy. -[Manny] I'm sorry, Charlie.
You make some good points.
But I trust Guy.
If he says it's good to go, I'm in.
I wish you weren't telling me the truth.
I really do, Manny.
It's just, uh, I got a little news for you.
You see this con, well, it's not going down
whether you like it or not.
Sketch here, oh, he's never coming back from that ATM.
Well, I tipped him off.
Sorry, Charlie. They always come back.
You're not the only one who knows when somebody's lying.
Okay. So, what now?
-You sit there. -[Charlie] Mm-hm.
You don't say a word.
When Manny comes in waving his gun
to blow off the mark, you run into the bathroom
and you stay there.
Okay? This will all be over quick.
Is this some, uh...
you know, switcheroo bullshit?
Like, uh, I don't know.
Is this, like, a, a setup and you're trying to con me?
Out of what?
Mm.
Yeah, I don't know. I-I guess maybe, uh, my pride.
That doesn't make sense.
[sighs]
Well, why don't you just let me leave then.
I mean, this is almost over.
Uh, no can do.
Sketch has taken a shine to Ashley.
If you leave, it might spook him.
He should be here any minute.
Hey, despite everything, I do trust you.
Bullshit.
[traffic droning]
[door opens]
He's back. Man of the hour.
[Sketch] Huh, yeah.
It was a little harder than I thought,
but I managed to get it all.
Just give me a second.
-[tape ripping] -Ow. Ow!
Fuck!
Why do girls do this on purpose?
[Sketch sighs]
He has a gun.
Of course, I have a piece.
What kind of gambling addict do you think I am?
[elevator bell chimes]
Guy? Goddamnit, you got to, you got to tell him the truth.
Tell him the truth.
What are you talking about, dear?
Okay, look, this is a game, okay?
It's a con. It's all bullshit.
Settle down, sweetheart. Okay? I'm sorry about my wife.
She gets really nervous before the guy comes in.
-Guy! Tell him the truth, now... -[Guy] Shut up, Ashley.
...before Manny walks in that door.
Hey! Shut up. Shut up!
This is not a game anymore.
You go in the bathroom and you let us do our shit.
[Charlie] Okay, Guy, seriously, you need to stop.
-[Guy] Shut up. -What the fuck is going on?
-[pounding on door] -Manny! Don't.
-No! -[gunshot]
[Charlie/Sketch grunting]
Guy. Help me!
-Guy! -[gunshot]
[gasping]
What?
Son of a bitch.
Jesus Christ. Gather around, boys!
You too, Cliff.
Christmas come early this year.
Okay.
Bad news first.
We're gonna have to clear out and blow town, fast.
And we may be down a guy, which sucks. It really does.
But I have the satchel.
I have all our cash plus $400,000.
The biggest
-score of our lives! -Come on.
[Guy] "Good for one free breakfast
Sunshine Inn, Des Moines, Iowa."
You lost our fucking money from that satchel?
You fucking idiot.
-I'm going to kill you. -[Guy grunts]
-[sirens blaring] -[David] Shit. It's the cops.
Shit, they're coming. Fuck!
Charlie Cale.
[♪ warm, bright music playing]
Son of a bitch.
Shit. Fuck.
Son of a bitch.
Man.
He really did it, huh?
I mean, he really just, like, left you here to die.
Just like you said he would.
I mean, this cold-hearted motherfucker.
-I told you. -[Charlie] Damn, Manny,
your plan really worked.
You're good at this. Yeah.
You're like, uh...
oh, you're like the Dexter of conmen? Yeah.
You could make this your whole thing, you know?
I don't know. Maybe. It could be fun,
but I don't ever want to hurt anybody again.
I don't want another Regina.
But we should get out of here.
As soon as the cops grab Guy,
he's going to send 'em straight back.
So, uh, what happens now?
We, like, well, meet up under the bridge,
split up this 20K?
No, you take it.
Give it to the orphans. From me and Robin.
Don't I get a say in that?
You're such a big softie.
That's why I trusted him.
-That's why I married him. -[laughs]
-See you, Charlie. -See ya.
[♪ upbeat jazz music playing]
Okie-dokes.
-[deposit box creaks] -The fuck?
Gotcha! [laughs]
[♪ upbeat jazz music continues]
[♪ music fades out]