Oh, Carly, God, I cannot believe
that I'm finally meeting you.
What are you, 16?
17, uh, in two months.
Everybody must tell you you look just like your mom.
- Sometimes, yeah. - And Taylor, too.
Around the eyes.
Last time I saw Julia, you were, what, 10, 11?
You were all dressed up in your mom's high heels.
And... Yeah, you had a red hat
with a pom-pom on top, and you were...
you were singing into a kitchen spoon.
Oh, God.
Right, Pete? Do you remember?
Uh, what... you were dancing around to, uh... Madonna.
That'd be, uh, Mariah Carey...
- Right. - Actually, mm-hmm.
Yeah, oh, I think your dad has a video of that.
- He made a video. - I have to see that.
- Over my dead body. - And, Taylor...
you were always playing hockey.
You were gonna get out of Bridgeport,
be a big NHL star.
Yeah, well, we all grow up, right?
I-I never would've guessed
that... you'd end up a cop.
But I guess... I don't know. Makes sense.
You were always kind of a bully.
What? I'm just telling the truth.
Yeah, well, that was a long time ago, Mom.
- 20 years. - Mm-hmm.
You mind me asking, um, what brings you back?
Pete, actually.
I mean, I thought about coming back for years.
But, uh, then I always found a reason not to.
Then Pete called, and he told me that he'd been here
and, uh, seen you all.
And he... he told me about Dad's stroke.
And I knew it was time.
So... here I am.
- Here we all are. - Yeah.
♪♪
Come in, come in.
This is... this is just for... for $10.
Like, uh, imagine what they would do
for $11 million!
Oh.
Hey.
Speaking of $11 million...
where the fuck is my $11 million?
What?
Do you see something?
It's your aura.
There's a deep curiosity in you.
You're very intuitive,
but it's been hard losing your parents
at such a young age.
I-I don't know.
Oh, no, I don't... I don't mean...
I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.
It's just, uh, when... when someone loses someone
important to them, there's a trauma to the spirit.
This is what you do for a living?
- What? - You're a-a psychic?
I'm a spiritualist, actually.
And what's the difference?
I read people.
I help them with their problems,
and I... I connect them with people who've passed.
Taylor?
- Oh, shit. - Grandpa.
Taylor, are you all right?
Your text sounded kind of urgent.
- Maggie. - Hmm.
- Hi. - Oh...
Maggie.
- You're here. - Better late than never, right?
Aw, Daddy.
Are you okay?
I am fine!
I'm fine!
Oh, I...
Hey...
Pete! You're back!
You're here! Come, come, come, get over here.
Get over here!
You!
This is bloom pour.
Slow, steady circles, take time.
The coffee, fine grind, less bitter.
Rich color, nice viscosity.
It's a good bean.
A good bean. Yes.
A man who appreciates coffee.
Yeah, you spend as much time in a car as I do, you know,
you like a good cup of coffee.
Ah, it's fine.
I don't know if you need all this hipster bullshit.
Fuck hipsters!
I've been doing this shit 30 years.
I'm just saying, give me a cup of Dunkin' Donuts.
How about I give you cup of hot piss?
Huh?
Take lesson from friend. He has taste.
Now...
you have mother,
then you lost mother.
You have son,
then you lost son.
These two, they are resourceful, no?
- We'll get 'em. - That, we will.
My father was fisherman.
Very simple life,
but he teach me everything I need to know
about business.
In springtime, he fish for squid
in bay of my town, Herceg Novi.
♪♪
Most men fish during daytime.
Easy.
But my father, very smart man.
He fish for squid at night.
More difficult, more dangerous,
but he knows
that if he shine light into water...
the squid, they cannot help themselves.
They must come. Curious.
He get big catch every time. Much profit, so...
Go to farm,
tie Grandma and Grandpa to chair...
and burn fucking house down to foundation.
♪♪
Light from fire will draw Maggie and Pete to us.
♪♪
♪ It's getting harder out here ♪
♪♪
♪ I keep trying to just make my way ♪
♪♪
♪ It's not lying ♪
♪♪
♪ I'm only trying ♪
♪♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪♪
I found it!
Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?
Oh, hey. You guys, you got to look at these great pictures.
- No, I think... - Oh, my God.
All right, this is a bit of a mindfuck.
You have no idea. How's the, um... the, um,
- laundry service coming? - Oh, great, great.
Yeah, Dockery was so happy, he gave me more laundry.
- A lot more. - Shit.
- Grandpa, is that you? - Look at this one.
Oh, my God. Look at Mom's hair.
- It looks like a wig! - I gave her that perm.
Wha... On purpose?
No, I didn't say that I was good at it.
- Look at you. - Oh, no, no, look at this.
Look at... there's Pete, there's Taylor,
and there is Julia.
Pete, Pete.
Do you remember that day?
What? That was in the, uh... the cockpit.
Those matching tracksuits, I thought we were so cool.
And then Taylor threw up on me as soon as the plane took off.
It was the milkshake. - It was disgusting.
Pete, you look really different.
Yeah, well, he grew up.
Ma, is that... is that you when you were, uh...
Uh, yeah, that's me and Jason Burrows.
- Oh, yeah? - It was at the prom.
- Oh, my God. - Oh, wow.
Grandpa, how come you never showed us these before?
Uh, forgot, I guess.
I... hey, um, let... let's have dinner.
Let's have a big family dinner.
I'm gonna call Audrey.
Is that... is that a good idea?
Maybe... I mean, maybe she should ease into it.
Oh, no, no, no. We are going to celebrate.
Hey. Hey, it's me.
Look, um, I'm gonna make a big dinner tonight.
Tonight? I'm exhausted.
Well, I've already invited everybody.
- Who's everybody? - The family.
So uninvite them.
- Well, I can't. - Why?
Uh, look, look, I'm gonna do all the cooking.
You don't have to do...
Just call it a day and come home, okay?
Otto, what's this about?
Well, you'll find out when you get here.
Hey, Dad, it's okay.
Maybe another time.
Oh, my God.
- Is that...? - Yes.
When were you gonna tell me?
Look, all the kids are here,
and we're looking at old photos.
Huh? Just call it a day and come home.
I've got too much work.
Audrey, it can wait. Please, just...
Look, ever since my stroke, your Mom's been doing double duty.
- She'll be here. - Grandpa, I got to go
do some work stuff, but I'll grab booze.
- Okay. - I'm gonna pick up the kids.
- And I'll get dessert. - Okay. Do it, do it.
- Don't be late! - Hey, Mom, you know,
I'm thinking, this is probably really hard for Grandma.
Maybe you should go to the office
and see her one-on-one, right?
- I can drive you. - Mags?
- I'll go, but... but by myself.
You... you stay here and, uh,
help your grandfather with dinner.
Mom, I'm getting the idea you don't want to talk to me.
Hey, come on.
- Come on. - Okay.
Go with Maggie. You need to spend time together, you know?
Do you mind telling me what the fuck's going on?
Easy, my dad is watching us.
Bye, Dad.
Why would you leave me to die in Rosedale?
Hmm? Well, I think the bigger question
is why are you pretending to be my son?
Pete and I were cellmates.
He would talk a lot about his family, his childhood,
and how he hadn't been here in 20 years.
So, when I got out, I needed a place to hide.
Why is not important. I became Pete.
How's that working out for you?
- It's fucking great. - Uh-huh.
That's how it's... You know what?
- I'm still alive, right? - Yeah, okay.
I'm sorry about Rosedale, all right?
But you came there with all kinds of conflicting energy.
- Oh. - Yes. I didn't know
whether you were a friend or an enemy or both.
So I ran. I ran.
But then I talked to Pete, though.
And he told me... he told me about you.
He said that you had saved him
and that I could trust you.
But I didn't know that in Rosedale.
And I still don't know that now.
- Where the fuck is Pete? - He's safe.
What, on some Indian reservation?
If you knew that, why did you ask me?
Because I'm just trying to figure out your fucking game.
Game... I'll give you game.
Yeah, you want me to be the target.
Target?
They'll think that Pete's dead, and then he's safe, right?
- Safe? - Yeah.
- I want everyone to be safe. - Oh, bullshit.
I have had enough blood on my hands.
I don't want any more.
What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?
I'll teach you to say that...
Shannon?
- Shannon? - Shh.
Shush.
I can't seem to get a strong signal.
I'll tell you what's wrong with it.
It's wet, mildewed, corroded, rotten,
like everything else in this rotten jungle.
- Hey, are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- Mm. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- You better shut up. - Hold on. Shh.
I just came from some crazy shit with my family.
I thought you were really in trouble.
What?
I am.
In my head, I... I figured I could...
manage to keep everything in its little box, but...
Sean is getting touchy, and I'm running out of excuses.
I... I don't...
I'm not sure if I can keep doing this.
You don't have to.
Leave him.
- Huh? - We can figure this out.
- It's not... - Hey.
You've got to be quiet, or I'm gonna ask you to leave.
Oh, by all means.
Good hunting, good show, jolly good fun.
Jolly, jolly good.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
Otto looks so old.
You know, when I left, he was a bear,
and now he's an old man.
Yeah, time is relentless.
But can we get to the more pressing issue?
I wanted to go home when I heard he had a stroke.
But those guys are following me.
I didn't want to lead them back to my family.
You ever go home?
This is not that kind of conversation.
Well, I mean, it's not a stretch to imagine
that a con man might've had a less-than-perfect childhood.
Oh, for fuck's sake. We don't have time for this.
You have to tell me what happened
at that storage facility.
I don't want to talk about what happened.
I don't think you really have a choice
unless you want your whole family dead.
Look, I... I can't help you
unless you tell me what happened.
You know, I worked with a crew
run by my boyfriend Reggie.
We were good.
15 minutes, in and out. Hit as many lockers as we could.
But then three years ago,
we hit a place in Mount Vernon.
While Pete followed the security guard to lunch,
we went inside.
♪♪
We killed the security cameras.
We found some cash and a key taped
to the bottom of a drawer for locker 237.
It seemed maybe important.
So, while the rest of us popped locks,
Reggie checked out 237.
It was full of the usual sad, forgotten junk.
Reggie was about to leave
when he saw some boxes at the back.
♪♪
He couldn't tell me what it was
that drew him to the boxes...
♪♪
Or what made him look past the magazines.
He showed us what was inside.
♪♪
There's nine more just like this one.
That much cash hidden in a locker
set off alarms for me.
But I sensed something more about the money...
that it had a bad past and an even worse future.
Pete's gonna have to step up.
- This is bad. I... - No, this is our money.
This is what we've been working for.
♪♪
So I called Pete...
told him to do whatever it took to delay the guard,
to buy us time to get the money out of the building.
Nobody move!
He tried, but...
Where the fuck is it?
I'm guessing he told you that guard
had already gone back to work.
♪♪
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
♪♪
Maggie! Check him!
- You're shot. - I'm fine. Check him!
Check him!
♪♪
Let's go!
We took the money and went to the meet-up,
but Pete never showed.
♪♪
Reggie was gonna die if we didn't do something,
so I threw on a wig and got him help.
♪♪
After I took care of the van, I returned to the hospital.
But by the time I got back, there was a man there.
♪♪
I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He had the darkest aura I'd ever seen,
black as night.
♪♪
Reggie was dead.
I assume that he told them where the money was.
I would've. Anybody would've.
I didn't know... I didn't know that he hadn't
until you came to Rosedale.
- So where is it? - I'm not telling you that.
Not yet.
This... this man with the black aura...
his name is Luka, and he's the...
He's the scariest man in the world.
I know.
But, uh, right now
I got to go talk to someone even scarier.
Okay.
♪♪
I need a drink first.
First you freak out because Luka's pissed.
Now you're freaked out because he's too calm?
I don't get you.
There's something not right about that guy.
We lose his only connection to the money,
and he pulls that calm shit.
The time to worry is when the drums stop.
He's been looking for that money for three years.
What'd he have before us? Nothing.
Fucking goose egg.
He still has nothing.
We found the woman and the kid once.
We'll find him again.
All you got to do is keep your head on your shoulders.
And you'll be able to move out to Seattle.
You can grow your beard, open your fuckin' coffee shop.
Life'll be great.
We were pretty good till I was about 14 or 15.
And then what happened
is I developed a thing for bad boys.
And I know that's not original, but it was something to me.
And Audrey tried to keep me out of all that
went with those boys, and for a while, it worked,
until Pete's dad...
So this is... this is all really interesting.
Yeah, you don't care. You want to know where the money is.
Yep.
Well, look, I've done a lot of bad things.
I've hurt a lot of people,
stealing things, and I'm done with it,
which is why I'm giving the money back to Luka.
You're gonna do what?
- I know that you want it. - No, this isn't...
- This is not about what I want. - Oh, no? Okay.
No, you don't know who you're dealing with.
- Oh, no, but I do. - No, you don't.
I've dealt with a lot of bad people.
"Bad" doesn't begin to describe these people.
If you give back the money, they're gonna kill me.
And then he's gonna go after your whole family,
and he's gonna make you watch.
- And then he's gonna kill you. - No. No.
- Yeah. - No, he won't.
- Yeah, he is. Yes, he is. - No. I had a vision.
- I had a vision. - Oh, you had a vision?
- Yeah. - Let's spend the next half hour
- listening to your vision. - I had a vision.
Go ahead.
There are many different paths the future can take.
And I saw one as clear as day.
If we give the money back to Luka, we live.
That's it.
♪♪
I've reconsidered, and I'll bail out Valerie.
But there are conditions.
She surrenders her passports,
and I have eyes on her the whole weekend.
That won't be necessary.
When you bailed her out six months ago, she skipped.
- She won't run again. - You sure?
- I am. - I'm not. I'm sitting on her.
Even if she only gets
a weekend on the outside with you by her side,
it's better than nothing.
You're spending a lot of money for one weekend.
I owe her.
Valerie was, uh...
cleaning some linens for me through a chain of yoga studios.
Freaking gold mine.
Anyway, I was feeling some federal heat,
needed a sacrificial lamb.
She volunteered, took the hit.
- Then ran. - She got cold feet.
Nobody wants to go to prison.
What made you change your mind?
$500,320.
♪♪
That's more than we talked about.
- A lot more. - That's the deal.
I bond Valerie, you launder the cash, all of it.
Whose is it?
Money like that, I got to know.
♪♪
- Chayton Dockery. - Hmm.
All right, little blondie.
I can work with that. Deal.
♪♪
- Hey, Marius. - Do I know you?
FBI.
Get in the car. Both of you.
What the fuck?
♪♪
What the fuck is this about?
What the fuck you think it's about?
We're here to talk about Delchev, Luka Delchev.
♪♪
In 2000, Luka Delchev got political asylum in America.
A few years back, he blipped big-time
on our radar, running a small but brutal criminal syndicate
in Mount Vernon.
We went after him, got nothing.
Nobody talked... either too afraid or too dead.
Then we got a call from Interpol.
Turns out in '98, a U.N. peacekeeping unit
transporting $15 million in secret cash
was ambushed in the hills of Montenegro.
- Money vanished, no survivors. - Delchev was suspected.
But he'd covered his tracks with a trail of bodies.
Three years ago, we got warrants to raid his premises,
access safety deposit boxes, but Luka had been tipped off.
He hid the money someplace, we just didn't know where.
But you found it, didn't you, Maggie?
I didn't find... I don't know what you're talking about.
It was in one of the storage lockers, wasn't it?
Took us a while to figure out who got it,
and by then, you were gone.
So we watched Luka for three years,
until Frank and Joe Hooper led us right to you.
And you, Marius... funny how you just keep popping up.
We don't have the money.
Even if there was money, which there isn't,
my acknowledging that would...
would be an admission of guilt, right?
We don't care about either of you.
All we want is Delchev.
But to get him, we need your cooperation.
- What does that mean? - You lead Delchev
to the money and us to Delchev.
We'll put him away for the rest of his life.
- You'll have to wear a wire. - And we'll need the money
so we can install trackers and dye packs.
In exchange, we let you both walk
on any and all charges,
including Marius' involvement in the attempted murder
of an FBI agent in Chinatown last week.
But we need you to agree to these terms.
One-time offer.
Sure, okay.
Uh, if you guys had any real evidence,
um, I think I'd already be arrested, right?
So, um, I-I'm gonna say
book me now or... or let me go,
'cause I need a smoke.
And I don't think... I don't think that's allowed
in the... in the FBI offices, right?
- Okay, thank you. - Fuck you.
Have a good day.
Look...
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Attempted murder of an FBI agent?
It was the wrong place, wrong time.
What should we do?
Should we cooperate with the FBI?
No, no, no, we can't. If they don't get a conviction,
Luka walks, we're all dead.
It's a fucking massacre.
But if you tell me where the money is...
No.
Okay, then we're done. We're done.
- No, but I... - Yeah, you can catch a cab.
- I need your help. - You... you what?
- You need my help? - I need your help, yeah.
- You need my fucking help? - That vision
that I told you about, for it to work,
everything has to be exactly as I saw it.
And you're part of that vision.
Without you, it fails.
And Luka kills me and my entire family.
♪♪
I'm sorry, Dad, but when I got there, I just...
I couldn't face her.
Oh. Trust me, I know the feeling.
Don't worry about it.
Hey, you haven't told me how great I look.
You look great, Dad.
- I look like shit. - Mm.
- And you... went gray. - What?
Oh, gray is in fashion right now.
People... people pay good money to get this look.
I missed you.
Hey, Taylor, your Aunt Maggie needs some wine.
♪♪
Oh, oh, whoa, whoa.
Thank you.
Pete.
We're ready for those mushrooms.
♪♪
Julia, your children are beautiful.
Thank you.
Are their fathers involved?
Not so much.
- Well, sometimes that's easier. - That's what they tell me.
Yeah, and then you got to hear about it from Audrey.
She loves the Catholic guilt.
Yeah, I think she owns stock in it.
♪♪
Uh, Grandpa, I'm sure the doctor told you
to cut back on the salt.
Oh, yeah! Yeah, I'm doing it.
- Hey, Pete? - Yeah.
Do you remember the Corn Flakes?
- The... the... the what? - The Corn Flakes.
Corn Flakes. Father's Day.
Breakfast in bed...
Seriously, you don't remember the Corn Flakes?
♪♪
When I, uh... when I confused the sugar
with the salt on the cereal.
And you loaded it on, and you were so proud of it
that I had to eat it all!
Okay.
Yeah, that was a nice story.
Do you need a hand?
No, thanks. All good.
Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.
You think? Hmm.
I know that you're upset because I called you a bully.
You know what?
I was...
an asshole to Pete sometimes when we were kids.
I was.
But I was a kid.
You were an adult when you
turned Grandma and Grandpa's lives upside down.
Do you have any idea what it was like around here
after you took off?
Because that's what I grew up with.
I don't know why you're here.
But if either you or Pete do anything more
to hurt this family, you will deal with me.
Just the truth.
♪♪
What you just said...
Oh, wow. Look who's here.
I guess we're not having a barbecue.
So we'll wait. Get those two alone.
♪♪
Here comes Grandma.
♪♪
Oh, my God. I can't wait to eat those mushrooms.
Yeah. It's so good.
♪♪
Come here.
♪♪
Oh.
♪♪
What about the time I was teaching you to drive?
- No. - Uh-huh!
- No, no, don't. - Oh, please, please.
- Don't tell that story. - You have to, please.
- No, don't. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You were, what... you were, what, 16?
I took Maggie up to the rooftop of the Bridgeport Mall,
up the parking structure there.
And it was Sunday morning.
The place was empty, and she's doing great.
Right? So I thought, "What the hell?
- Time to drive home!" - I said I didn't want to.
- I told you. - Yes, you did.
- And you didn't listen. - No, I did not.
Yeah, so she's...
here, she's driving down the spiral ramp,
and she's doing great, down the spiral ramp.
I don't know how to drive
And she's really, really doing great,
and then suddenly, out of nowhere,
side wall, bam!
Oh, my God.
Veers to the left
and smashes the car against the wall
and then blam-o!
And I'm saying, "Pull over! Pull over!"
And she just starts screaming.
Where was I gonna pull over? Really?
Where was I gonna pull over? It's a ramp.
What did you do? What did you do?
- I kept driving! - She kept driving.
Driving all the way down.
Six parking levels and one car later...
I'm asking where's the brake, I don't even know.
And the driving lesson ended.
And then from then on, I became
the driving instructor in the family.
Yes. Mm-hmm.
Bad drive...
Grandma hit a car in the mall parking lot.
What? When?
Uh... yesterday.
A fender bender. Everything's fine.
Why don't you clear the dishes, Carly?
And I think you should start with that wine glass.
- Okay. - Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Stop, everyone, stop.
I would like to say a few words
before everybody leaves.
All right.
When you wake up in the morning,
we don't know what each day is going to bring.
Today brought Maggie.
Now, I have been around a while.
And I have had some pretty close scrapes.
You know, and when I was a kid, in Nam,
um, a few more recently.
At my age, you... you begin to understand
that family is everything.
That's why I am so grateful that we are all together.
Uh-huh. Let's keep it this way.
Uh, I... I'd like to say a few words, too.
- Yeah, yeah. - Uh, um...
Um... being home after all these years
has been a little daunting.
Uh, but you've all been very welcoming
and I really... I do, I appreciate it.
But, uh, it's been pretty rough the last 20 years.
But Pete's been there for me,
and my spiritualism
has given me strength on my journey.
I've learned a lot.
But the main thing I've learned is forgiveness.
Mom...
I want you to know that...
I forgive you.
And I just hope that you can forgive yourself.
Aunt Carly's throwing up.
Oh, I'll go. I'll go.
She asked for Aunt Maggie.
Oh, okay.
Okay. Thanks for... thanks for, uh...
Yeah, I... I got a work text. I... I got to go.
Sorry.
How's it feel to be forgiven?
You must be loving this.
Oh, not so much.
The holier-than-thou thing
just really isn't playing for me.
♪♪
But you two are more alike than I imagined.
In what way could we possibly be alike?
You're both strong-willed.
♪♪
And...
you both pretty much say whatever comes into your head.
♪♪
Your sister seems to be taken with her.
Mm.
She read her aura.
Carly loved it.
♪♪
I think she feels a connection to Mom.
♪♪
I have to go clean.
♪♪
I'm sorry about tonight.
I should've told you she was coming.
Is that why you left Bridgeport? To get her?
Well, I just didn't want to get everybody's hopes up.
She's a-a bit of a hard target.
I think I was about ten years old before I realized
that she wasn't like other kids' moms.
I swear I...
if I thought of doing something wrong,
she'd know about it.
She'd bust me before I even had the chance.
Has she always been like that?
When Maggie was a teenager, she told us...
she heard voices,
saw auras.
First we thought it was some...
psychological or neurological problem.
But lots of expensive tests later,
doctors told us she was fine.
So you think it's real.
I don't know.
But I think it's real for her.
Yeah.
When I was 17, I drank way too much Southern Comfort.
And I threw up all night.
And your mom... She held back my hair.
She covered for me so that Mom and Dad wouldn't find out.
She saved my butt.
Do you really think that I look like my mom?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, it's not just how you look, though.
You... your whole... your spirit is like hers.
Oh, just...
Wow. Where'd you get these?
Julia saved them.
Are you upset?
No.
No, it's just, uh...
They were very private at the time.
Um, I'm glad you have them.
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Do you miss my mom?
Yes, but we're still in touch.
Death is just a, uh, transition for the spirit.
Um, your mom and I...
we talk all the time.
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Is she here now?
Yeah, I... I feel her presence.
She's looking out for you.
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Could I talk to her?
Maybe, sometime.
But... but for now, you just sleep.
- Okay. - Ah.
Good night. - Mm, good night.
You guys going?
Uh, we're coming back tomorrow.
I was hoping I could have a word.
- Should've got Schwartz's - What?
The pastrami, it's the best.
Oh, great. Thanks.
What are you doing here?
Uh, you wanted to talk to me?
Oh, shit. Oh, I'm so sorry.
No, no, I had a question... a jurisdiction issue.
The desk sergeant helped me. You didn't need to come in.
It's okay. It gave me an excuse to get out of some family stuff.
Well, as long as you came all this way...
- Yes, yes. Thank you. - There you go.
You deserve it.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- So what's going on here? - Mm.
Oh, just tying up some loose ends.
You know what? I...
I never got a chance to tell you,
but I have been so lucky to have you.
You're a really good cop.
You ever consider going for detective?
I took the exam and failed.
Everybody fails the first time.
- You? - No.
Mm-hmm.
Well, what'd you get wrong?
They... I mean, they don't tell you.
But I know I screwed up evidence law.
So take it again.
You'd be a really good detective.
You're too kind.
What'd you, uh... what'd you tell him?
The truth.
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What?
Did you know Pete was put in foster care
- after Maggie was arrested? - No.
How would I know that?
I never should've let you call the police.
Should've stopped you.
She chose to bail out that asshole of a boyfriend
with our money and run off to California.
Remember?
We would've gone bankrupt.
What the hell else could I have done?
I should've gone after her.
You had a business and a family to take care of.
And she would've run again, 'cause that's what she does.
You think I haven't wanted this...
all of us together in this house?
- I'm not some ogre. - I didn't say that you were...
Something isn't right, Otto.
Isn't it strange
that after everything that happened last week,
with Pete, the money, the police,
that Maggie suddenly shows up?
I know you want to believe
this is a nice, happy family reunion,
but what do we know?
Pete robbed a gun range three years ago.
- Uh, n-no, he said... - I know what he said.
The problem is, I'm not sure if I believe it.
I'm just happy they're back.
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And then I found the gun in the fireplace
in the second-floor apartment behind the drywall.
Turns out the genius stuffed the gun down the chimney
of the row house like that scene in The Godfather.
That's fucking amazing.
But...
it was actually The Godfather II.
Oh, my God. Really? Seriously, you're one of those guys.
I'm sorry, but I am.
You want one more? Hmm?
No, that's it. Two-beer limit.
Besides, I have to go back to the city first thing.
I'm, uh, bringing in the blood sample
from Winslow's car.
I thought all the tests were done.
Nope. Test here was just for type.
In New York, we're doing a full panel.
By the end of the week,
we're gonna have a complete DNA profile
on whoever was in that car with him.
- Bullshit. - I don't care. Fine.
- I hope you changed your mind. - My God, I'm going to bed.
You're making a big fucking mistake.
Well, yeah, it wouldn't be the first time.
He didn't die from the bullet.
Your old boyfriend Reggie... the doctors got the slug out.
- He was gonna live. - I read the M.E.'s report.
What Reggie went through with Luka, I'd have talked.
- But Reggie didn't. - He protected you.
Maybe you could do something for him
and help us take down the man who tortured him to death.
- Who's Reggie? - All right.
You don't want to do it for your family,
you don't want to do it for Reggie, fine.
You know, whatever happens, it's on you.
Sleep tight.
Well, good luck with your vision thing.
No, you know what?
I'm not gonna die over some bullshit psychic vision.
It's just like that FBI douchebag said.
If Luka kills your whole family, that's on you.
I'm gonna get my shit and get the fuck away from you.
I'm sorry. Can we discuss this, please?
- No, bullshit. Discuss what? - I've had... this is not my...
There is nothing to discuss here.
I've done all I can to save you and your family.
- I need you, Marius. - Well, that's too bad.
- You're part of my vision. - Stop talking about your vision.
- Fuck you, man! - Cause me this kind of trouble.
Oh, hey. Well, it's a good thing you guys are here.
- You working with a Fed? - The what? No.
- You wearing a wire? - I'm not wearing... no, no, no.
No, they grabbed us. I swear, we didn't say anything.
Shut the fuck up!
- Get the fuck over here! - All right, wait, wait.
I just got to get some...
What do you need?
What? Come on.
You don't need shit!
Put on your scared face. We're going to Luka.
What's so important that it couldn't wait until morning?
She has a sample of your blood from the car.
By the end of the week, Roby will be able
to identify you as the passenger.
D-don't they need a court order to get a person's DNA?
Yeah. But she may have enough for a warrant.
I can't have any of this land on you.
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If there's no other choice, I'll turn myself in.
That wouldn't solve anything.
You, me, Grandpa, Pete, we're all implicated.
I need Roby to think... to know...
that someone else killed Winslow.
I need to get the gun.
I woke you? Good. You sleep too much.
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'm drunk.
Doesn't matter.
What I'm... what I'm telling you is this...
I need to finish this thing for Moe.
I let all this...
All this happened because of me.
I let something happen before.
I'm not doing it again.
So...
I need to get that proclamation back.
You gonna help me or what?
Please...
Maggie Murphy.
I have been looking forward to meeting you.
I must tell you, though, you're a slippery one.
But you also must know a Montenegrin never gives up.
I-I didn't know. I didn't know that you were from Montenegro.
Who's this?
Is he your son?
He's a good-looking boy.
We have so much to talk about.
But first, anyone care for some coffee?
It's fresh.
No, thank you.
These two, they know my passion for coffee.
- You want some? - No. No, thank you.
No?
- No, thanks. - I'm all right.
Joe, come on. You liked my coffee last time.
- This is new bean. - It's a good bean.
Smell it.
Aah! Motherfucker!
You motherfuck...
Tough guy!
- Ah, you mother... - You gonna kill me?
Huh?
- Huh? Asshole! - Oh, you motherfucker!
Huh? Frank fucking told me, you stupid fuck!
He wasn't gonna do anything. I had everything under control.
You did not have everything under control.
You got something very, very wrong.
Oh, my God.
Miro? Shut him the fuck up.
No...
♪♪
Do you know what they got wrong?
What?
♪♪
How about you?
♪♪
Do you know, Maggie Murphy?
He's not my son.
Bingo.
♪♪
You and Joe had the wrong fucking guy from start.
Never knew. A con man!
Coming to steal my money!
I should kill you, too.
Ah, ah, ah.
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Hey...
you remember me, Marius?
- No. - It's okay.
We never actually met.
Billy Primo said your name once.
- You remember Billy. - Yes, I do.
He was meaning to hire you to con my niece.
Ah, ah, ah, naturally, I looked you up.
You didn't take the job, so you lived.
Anyway, stories for another day.
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Now...
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Where the fuck is my money?
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