Previously on The Riches. [ Wayne ] Pete.
Guess you're probably surprised to see me here, Wayne.
You and I both know you're not Doug Rich,
though everyone here seems to think you are.
- Where'd you get this? - In the woods, where you buried it.
- I wanna give it to Pete. - Gonna bribe Pete?
You can't bribe Pete. I have to try.
If you ask me, you never should have let him go back. I'm not asking you.
Pete, you okay? Boo!
- Jesus. - I scared you.
I know you're scared. This is what we do. We can do this.
- Mom, we work when we're together. You know that. - We're not together. Okay?
- [ Wayne ] What did you do with Pete? - Let's go for a little stroll.
You-- You killed him.
I hit him, and then-- But he fought back.
- You murdered him! - Where the hell are Doug and Cherien Rich?
- [ Tires Squealing ] - [ Grunts ]
[ Dahlia ] We split apart. We come back together. We go on the road.
- Just how we live our lives. - I changed my mind.
- As it happens, I do have 'em. - Have what?
- The guts. - Tell him not to touch me!
- You lookin' for this? - [ Hugh Chuckling ]
I should have stopped earlier.
- Blunt, huh? - Don't like the smell of this town.
We're gonna get a car and get the hell outta here.
Bayou Hills, Doug. We can't pass it up.
This goes through, Panco makes a hundred and fifty million.
You cash in on a baker's dozen-- 13 million, Doug. Thirteen million?
Put the gun down, Dale. Just how do you want this to end?
Do you want to go to prison, or...
do you want to be my partner? 50-50.
- Mama? - Is she dead?
- Mama? - Wrap that steak in a napkin. Go steal me a car.
- Well, everything's all right. - Just where do you think you're goin'?
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.
- This is my van. - Your van?
This looks just like our van, sir. Just like our van--
Shut the hell up.
Think I'm a goddamn moron? Oh, Jesus.
Get in back! Me?
I'm done takin' shit.
Drive.
[ Hugh Groans ] Your boss has some great taste in jewelry.
Where's the light?
I don't know, Hugh. Probably stuck in traffic somewhere.
Lord!
So, uh, what we gonna do about Pete?
Oh, shut up, Dale.
First we cover his tracks, then we bury his body.
[ Dog Barking ]
Are you-- Are you really gonna execute us?
- Shut up! - [ Screams ] No!
You flea-bitten shitbag! Shut up, or you're going back to the pound!
- [ Phone Ringing ] - [ Barks ]
Just because a phone rings don't mean you gotta answer it.
[ Ringing Continues ] Sir.
I know you're upset because it appeared that we were taking your van.
But maybe you should take a nice, deep breath.
[ Breathing Heavily ]
This is Bob Day. [ Woman ] Hi there, Mr. Day.
This is Rosemary from the collection agency, and I'm calling to find out when--
Mr. Day, you're-- you're very stressed.
I know we're living in very stressful times.
They call it the Information Age, but it's really the age of stress.
Yeah. That's why so many people take antidepressants.
- Shut up! - [ Phone Ringing ]
- [ Dog Barking ] - Shut up! Jesus Christ!
I can't hear my own thoughts!
This is Bob Day. Hello, Mr. Day. This is Rosemary calling again.
I tell you what, Rosemary. I'll send the check in. Oh, that's great.
When can we-- And I'll send it in when I'm goddamn good and ready.
Mr. Day, I'm gonna put my manager on.
Fine. Put your manager on the phone, 'cause your manager can kiss my hairy ass!
- Oh, my God! - [ Bob ] What the hell are you doing?
[ Dog Barking ]
[ Woman ] Are you out of your goddamn mind?
- What? What? - What are you doing?
- Have you gone ins-- - Don't do this to me!
You laze around watching TV. Now what are you doing?
[ Bob ] Don't you do that! Don't do that!
Okay. That son of a bitch is crazy. We're gonna get out of here.
- [ Bob ] I'm tired of you calling me an asshole! Tired-- - [ Gunshot ]
[ Nina Screaming, Whimpering ]
I thought I told you I was done takin' shit.
Now, sit down. Sit down!
Are you insane?
- [ Bob ] Nobody steals my goddamn van. - So you're gonna execute 'em?
Do you have to undermine everything I do?
Well, gee, why would I undermine you?
You're holding a gun to a little boy's head.
[ Sniffles ] [ Dahlia ] Hey, there's just been a misunderstanding, ma'am.
We got confused in the heat.
Why didn't you just call the cops? Look at 'em, Miss Know-It-All.
What? They're Travellers.
Gypsies. Scum of the earth.
They're here to rip us off, like the other ones.
The cops ain't gonna do shit. They're just gonna pay 'em off. You're Traveller scum?
No. We-- We're on our way to a funeral, ma'am.
Yeah. It was our grandmother. Our grandmother, she had a heart attack.
We were just on the way to the funeral, I swear to God.
- I can't breathe. - I think I'm gonna faint.
Hey, Mr. Day. My kids are burning up.
Can they please just put their hands down to fan themselves?
Nope. [ Woman ] Shut up, Bob.
- We're not psycho. Put your hands down. - [ Di Di ] Thank you, ma'am.
We were supposed to get air conditioning this summer,
but somebody didn't get a job.
Why don't you just fan 'em personally?
Why don't you put in a swimming pool for 'em?
I'm trying to show them a little common decency.
You don't show Travellers common decency.
They spit on your common decency.
Sir, I understand that you have strong feelings about this,
but what do you got against Travellers?
Come on. We're gonna take a little field trip.
[ Bob ] Shut up!
[ Barks ] Show 'em, Amber.
This guy comes by about six months ago. Real fat guy.
Nameplate, helmet. Says he's in termite control.
Sure enough, we got an infestation. Charges us an arm and a leg to get rid of 'em.
Had to take an advance out on our credit card.
Now they're charging us 19% interest. That's right.
Turns out that bastard put those termites into our wood.
- You think the fat ass gave you termites? - Yep.
I don't think that's possible. Maybe you already had an infestation.
- Shut up! - No, she's right. We should've had a termite check.
I'm jugglin', Amber. I'm fightin' to keep all of our financial balls in the air.
You're fightin'? [ Groans ] [ Wood Clatters ]
My God.
Sixty hours a week. Sixty hours a week on my feet at Walmart while you laze around--
I'm not lazing around on my ass!
Watching TV, hanging around, threatening to execute children!
Can I interup-- Okay. Stay out of it!
I was just-- I'm just saying it's stress.
That's all. That's just-- It's just stress that's destroying your marriage.
What do you know about my marriage? Nothing.
I just-- I know it's money--
Money is the problem.
- So? - How much money would it take to get rid of your stress?
Don't listen to this Traveller shit.
Can you put the gun down, please? Please.
Thank you. I'm just asking you a question. I'm just suggesting a possibility.
How much would it take?
[ Dale ] I thought you'd called your office, told them that you had the flu.
Why are we here?
Well, Pete's rental car-- we got to return it.
I like the way you think.
God is in the details. Shit.
Meryl Streep said that on TV.
Shit! What?
His keys.
They must be in his pocket.
Shit.
- Shit. - Check the other pocket.
All right, all right. Christ.
You got 'em? [ Grunts ]
[ Kimmie ] Doug?
Christ. I got 'em.
Kimmie! Hi.
- I thought you had the flu. - Don't come close. I got this--
This cold, it's really contagious, okay? Hang back.
Hey, it's a hot one today, huh?
Do I know you? I'm a friend of Doug's.
- I'm gonna take him to the hospital. - [ Coughing ]
Poor guy. Sick as a dog.
Woof. [ Coughing ]
Yeah. So, you work at Panco, huh?
That must be pretty exciting, right? You're probably pretty important.
I go through the accounting receipts.
All I'm saying is maybe we can help you get more of what you need, which is money.
Don't listen to her, sweetheart. These people got tongues of silk.
They can sell you the fleas off our dog.
I'm not trying to sell you nothin'.
I'm asking you. What do you need?
[ Dog Barking ]
Me? What do I need? Yeah. What do you need?
I'm hearing all these people calling, telling you they want this from you, they want that.
What do you need? What's gonna make you feel better?
What do you want? What do you think you deserve?
- What are you entitled to? - He needs to--
You are gonna listen.
You're not gonna put him down.
You're not gonna tell him how he's failed.
Okay? 'Cause he gets it.
Why don't you just let him tell you what he needs?
What do you need, Bob?
I need my space.
Yeah. Good.
That's good. He needs space. Huh? How about you, Amber?
Jesus Christ. I don't know where to start.
- Well, start anywhere, sweetheart. - He forgot our anniversary.
Okay. All right. So you-- you need a gift.
Right? I'm thinking earrings.
Some nice earrings? Yeah. Yeah. I can see you in some really nice gold hoops.
- Okay. That's, like, 50 bucks. - 200.
You don't want none of that gold-plate shit, honey. You want the real thing.
- Anything else? - I need my Sundays off.
- I need a fan for the kitchen. - Fan. That's a hundred.
- I need cable. - Cable. Sixty-five a month.
- And I'm tired of Internet dial-up. - Yeah, high speed.
- And I need a vacation. - Vacation. Let's say Disneyland. A thousand apiece?
I really, really need a vacation. And I need to get my hair done.
And I need to be beautiful.
We got, uh, $6,158.87.
Round that up to a nice seven grand, and, uh, give you two a cushion.
Great. Okay. Is that everything?
I guess.
Okay, good. So, seven grand is what I'm gonna get you.
You're gonna give us seven grand? In cash.
- You just got to give us till midnight. - Well--
What do you think, that we're stupid?
You go.
We'll keep the kids till you get back.
- By midnight. - I can't do it without my kids.
My children are integral to my operation.
- [ Snickers ] - I'll stay.
If they don't come back, you can shoot me.
I got nothing to lose.
I'm already gettin' a divorce and my daughter hates my guts.
All right. Y'all don't come back, the lady dies.
That clear?
- Now, get the hell out of here before I lose my nerve. - We love you, Nina.
We are coming back for you.
[ Door Opens ] Sit down.
Yeah. Okay. [ Door Shuts ]
Mom, where are we gonna get $7,000 in Blunt, Texas?
[ Dog Barking ]
I'm working on it.
You know, that football game is all we got.
Yeah. You're right, Mom. Game is where the action is.
It starts at 7:00. The buffers are gonna know we're not from around here.
So? We go to military school.
Yeah. Tell 'em we're just here for the game. Came back to support Carson.
- Who? - Carson Emery is last year's quarterback.
Shattered his knee. He's in college now, but his pro ball prospects don't look good.
- Are you thinking of the Spit and Shine? - Mm-hmm.
How many hero cars are we gonna find in Blunt, Texas? Only need one.
You know what? I really appreciate your input, but I'm gonna do this alone.
There's no way you're doing this by yourself. Yeah, no, I am.
'Cause it's been a while,
and, you know, you guys are a bit rusty.
Mom, we can do this.
You can't, okay? You can't go to jail. I can't have that.
- What about what you said? - What I said when?
Packin'. We split up. We come back together. We live our lives.
If this is how we wanna live, then this is how we gotta keep living, right?
We're still Travellers.
Screw 'em. Let's roll the dice.
[ Clicks Tongue ]
[ Sighs ] Well, I just can't believe you listened to me.
[ Laughs ] We love you too.
I can do a Last Wish.
Oh, honey. You don't have to do that.
- I don't want them to shoot Nina. - Hi there.
Welcome back, folks. You pay your bill and you walk away. Excuse me?
Shut your mouth. I saw you steal from that lady this morning.
You pay your bill and you walk away, and you never show your face here again.
Okay, now we're gonna screw 'em.
Nice to have you back. Supplies. What do we need?
We need signs. We need T-shirts.
Patriot gear. Red carpet.
- What else? - Raffle tickets.
Maybe a short skirt.
By 5:00, we got to get the Patriot lineup down.
- No problem. - I hate her.
[ Whirring ]
[ Whirring, Clanking ]
[ Whirring, Clanking Continue ] [ Dog Barking ]
I didn't know you Travellers bothered with divorce.
What? You said you were getting a divorce.
[ Whirring, Clanking ]
[ Sighs ] This has been the worst year of my life.
It's medical.
[ Inhales ]
To ease the pain.
[ Di Di ] Hey!
We're washing cars. [ Horn Honking ]
Shake it. Shake it. Come on. Feel like a whore.
Oh, good. Yeah. Okay.
All right, running back stats.
[ Sighs ] Robert Blagman.
1900 yards, 25 plays per game average.
Tight end stats? Hmm. Sam Sullivan.
1600 yards, 11 plays per game average.
You're gonna know that shit, right?
I know it. I got it. Okay, good.
Oh. Cougars fan, huh? Patriots.
Beautiful Escalade though, man. You want me to buff it out?
- If you go for a joyride, I'll wring your neck. - Done. Five dollars, please.
Make sure you get the grime that's caked under the mud caps. Thank you, sir.
That dickhead shortchanged me.
So? We got our hero car.
MaryBelle Johnson.
Eighty-seven years old. Beloved grandmother.
And it says here the funeral will be at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Jesus. Do I have to spell everything out for you? You know what?
I personally am not in the habit of disposing of corpses,
so maybe I don't possess the corpse disposing finesse that you do.
We have to dig an extra three feet to create a false bottom.
Get it?
Get in.
- You don't get to order me around. - Ay, yi, yi.
[ Grunts ]
[ People Chattering ]
Man, we really are buffers.
[ Chuckling ]
[ People Cheering ]
[ Horns Honking ]
- What's up? - Nothing.
Don't tell me you're gonna miss Edenfalls that much. Come on.
No. I just-- You know, I didn't even get to say good-bye to Eric.
- I don't wanna just disappear, you know. - Call him.
Tell him, uh, Dad got transferred to Biloxi.
[ Laughs ] Yeah, that's what I'm gonna tell him...
to explain to him why I'm never gonna see him again.
Well, if it makes you feel any better,
I always thought he was kind of a douche.
Look, you're not gonna remember him in a week.
- [ Horns Honking ] - I promise.
Yeah, I guess.
Okay. Ready to go.
[ Grunts ]
This reminds me of that story...
about the, uh, scorpion and the goat,
where they wanna get across the river.
But the scorpion don't go with the goat, because he--
Wait. No. There was also a cabbage.
Right. So the scorpion and the goat and the cabbage wanna get across the river.
A cabbage cannot want to get across a river.
- It's a story, Wayne. - A cabbage cannot want to get across a river.
It's a cabbage. That's the difference between a cabbage and you.
I know the difference between a cabbage and myself, Wayne.
You always talk to me like I'm a moron.
I am not a moron.
You know what your problem is, Wayne? You always think you're better than everyone else.
We're gonna bury Pete here, and then that's the end of our little collaboration.
I'm gonna get in my car.
I'm gonna drive a long way from here, and I'm never gonna see you again.
You've obviously forgotten about our mutually assured destruction.
Seems to me you could stay,
now that I've solved your little problem.
With Pete taken care of,
you could walk away with $13 million...
without battin' an eye.
Think about what you can do with $13 million.
You could buy a house. You could buy three houses. You could sail around the world.
You could have everything that you ever wanted for you...
and your precious family.
The body in that trunk is starting to smell,
and you and I both know what it smells like.
It smells like freedom, and it smells like money.
Hey.
I knew Pete, all right?
A few hours ago, he was a living, breathing person.
He sat in my house. He talked to me about his life.
I had dinner with him. [ Sighs ]
- I almost liked the guy. - He'll be dead whether you take the money or not.
- Shut up, Dale. - You know you're thinkin' about it.
- Shut up. - Just like Doug Rich.
Shut the hell up! You did kill him.
It wasn't my fault.
[ Exhales ]
It was an accident.
Just like it was an accident that I killed Pete.
You bludgeoned him! You smashed his skull in with a hammer!
And I feel real bad about that, which is--
which is why you and I are so alike.
We should probably get back to work.
Grave ain't gonna dig itself.
I wanna hear you, Patriots! [ Wayne's Voice ] Please leave a message.
Whoo! Patriots! Yeah! Yeah!
Wayne? Wayne!
Are you in Galveston yet?
We are stuck in Blunt, Texas!
Shit. Shit.
Oh, God. Look at my hands.
Do you have any more of that hand sanitizer shit?
'Cause these open sores, they can be really dangerous.
I could get an infection and die. [ Breathing Heavily ]
You're not gonna die from a blister.
Yeah. [ Grunts ]
Hugh says the viruses get in there,
they'll poison all your blood.
And viruses are everywhere. Mutants.
Can't, uh, kill 'em, 'cause they're resistant to everything.
He says it's 'cause of all the hormones that we give to cows--
Will you help me?
So what do you think?
Yes, I think you will die of a virus.
I'm talking about all that money.
What if someone comes looking for him?
You said yourself he didn't have any friends.
He's got a mother.
Oh, shit. I didn't even think about his mother.
[ Grunts ]
[ Breathing Heavily ]
We should probably say a few words.
Yeah.
Dear Pete,
I'm sorry Dale bashed your brains in.
Amen.
Well, if somebody does come looking, you'll just spew some bullshit.
It's what you're good at.
I just want a little piece of the action, Wayne.
A little job at Panco.
Have some respect, for God's sakes.
** [ Marching Band ] [ People Chattering ]
Hang in there, little guy.
Go, Patriots! Go! Go, Patriots! Go! Go, Patriots! Go!
What's your wish?
Um-- [ Mumbling ]
What?
I really wanna--
It's okay, honey. Don't tire yourself out.
Oh, you are doing such a great job, okay?
Wheeze more. [ Wheezing ]
Ah, Christ.
Ha. You really gotta scrub. That dirt really gets caked in there.
[ Dahlia's Voice ] Wayne? We're in trouble. We're in real bad trouble.
We're stuck in Blunt, Texas,
and Nina's being held hostage by some crazy guy with a gun.
You gotta get-- [ Beeps ]
You want some water for your hands?
[ Door Shuts, Engine Starts ]
[ Tires Squeal ]
[ Wayne ] Dahlia? Dahlia, you still in Blunt?
I hope you're there. I fixed the R.V.
I got delayed, but I'm on my way.
[ Sighs ] Okay. [ Beeps ]
[ Breathing Heavily ]
[ Sighs ] The worst part was the alpacas.
I didn't know Travellers had alpacas.
They were Jim's.
Jim and his goddamn alpacas.
Why did Jim have alpacas?
Oh! I don't know.
For the wool?
[ Laughing ]
He's gay.
[ Shrieks ]
Them gays and their goddamn wool. [ Laughing ]
Oh, I don't care that he's gay.
I'm happy for him. I'm happy he's happy.
But everything he told me was a lie.
When he said he loved me, that was a lie.
When he told me I was beautiful, that was a lie too.
I think you're beautiful.
[ Laughs ] You don't have to say that.
[ Chuckles ] I mean it.
Well, I feel invisible.
Yeah. I know what you mean.
[ Inhales ] Ever since Desert Storm,
I-- I lie around while the world passes me by.
[ Exhales ] Just didn't feel like I was good enough.
Like I don't-- Like I don't deserve to be loved.
That is just so wrong, Bob.
I'm sorry.
I've been such a bitch to you.
You have such nice fingers, Bob.
Would you excuse us for a minute?
Don't mind me.
Don't go anywhere, all right?
[ Chuckles ] I wouldn't wanna have to blow your head off at this point in the game.
[ Door Closes ]
[ Fans Cheering ]
Hey. What are you doing?
What do you mean? What does it look like we're doing? Didn't Sally talk to you?
- Yeah, it's for the raffle. - So Carson can get his knee surgery.
- Whoever wins gets a brand-new Escalade. - Well, who donated the car?
Well, let's just say it's a member of the Blunt football family.
You know, takes a village.
Don't you want Carson to play again?
- How much are tickets? - Tickets are 20 bucks.
[ Sighs ]
[ Bills Rustling ]
Excuse me. Thank you.
[ Beeping ]
[ Line Ringing ]
Okay, now, here's what I want you to do.
Spit on it and rub it on this here Carson Emery-signed football for luck.
Sweet. So what do you think of Carson's chances?
You really think he could start for T.C.U.? That's what we're hoping.
- It's the best surgery we got. - It's a new experimental surgery at Johns Hopkins.
So if the surgery works, the sky's the limit.
[ Buzzing ] So thank you so much for helping.
God, that's a hundred dollars. You want five tickets?
[ Beeping ] [ Line Ringing ]
[ Wayne ] Hello. Hello. Who's this?
Uh, Doug. I mean Wayne.
Nina, where are you? [ Moaning ]
[ Amber ] Oh, yeah!
[ Moaning ]
[ Door Closes ] [ Amber Moaning ]
[ Fans Cheering ]
[ Whistle Blows ]
- Forty, 60, 80. 6400. - Plus whatever Sam got.
Let's get Sam and get the hell out of here before that kid comes looking for his Escalade.
Hey.
What gives? Heard you guys were raising money for me.
Oh, good God. I thought you said he was still in college.
[ Laughs ] Wow.
Wow. Carson, it's such an honor...
that you came to the game.
Yeah. I never like to miss a big game. Yeah, no, no. Me either.
I love watching you score.
[ Chuckles ] I do.
God, do you remember that game last September?
Six seconds to go. Patriots are down 45 to 41,
and you threw that unbelievable pass.
The 15-yard line. You remember that?
There was a lot of luck involved. No, that wasn't luck.
That was a miracle. I almost cried.
Okay, let's get Sam. We'll circle back for Di Di.
I remember them. I knew it was you...
the minute I heard some assholes were selling raffle tickets.
Hey, grab 'em! These people are frauds!
They are using the good name of Carson Emery to steal your money!
They're not even Patriot fans!
- Hey! Stop hitting my kid! - There's no experimental surgery, is there?
- No. Look, there's still hope. - Shut up, you Traveller bitch!
We got you six grand. Shut up!
No! Please don't touch him!
Hey, come on. Leave him alone!
[ People Shouting ]
Shit.
Just stay there.
- Get off-- - [ Groans ]
Don't hit him! Stop it!
- Get off! - Cael!
- No! - [ Wayne ] Everybody freeze! This is the F.B.I.!
All right, this is an F.B.I. operation. Everybody stand down.
Sir, put the bat down. Put it down.
I want you, you and you against the fence. These three. Come on! Move it! Move it!
Let's go! Come on, missy. Assume the position.
These people are Travellers. There are more in the stadium.
Watch out for them. Watch for your wallets. Watch for your bags.
This is an F.B.I. operation. There are other agents in the stadium.
Everyone go back to the game. Just relax and enjoy yourselves.
I've got the woman and the two kids.
Hands behind the back, missy. The show's over here. Well done, everybody. Excellent.
- All right, you three, let's head this way. - Sir, could you grab my purse?
- Thank you. - We're going to the north fence.
We are going to the north exit. All right. Show's over, kids.
Everyone back to the game. We're out of here. F.B.I. operation.
Okay? We know what we're doing here.
- Come on. - Oh, my God.
- Come on. - Jesus, Cael, you're bleeding like a stuck pig.
- [ Dahlia ] Put your head back. Put it back. - Is it broken?
[ Dahlia ] I don't know. Let me see. I don't think so.
We just got rusty. Our skills got real rusty.
[ Di Di ] Sam.
Jesus.
Let's go. Go. Come on, baby.
Okay, hit it, Wayne.
- We got to get our timing back. - Aw, Chri--
Would you stop moving your head around, please?
How did you find us? How did you find her? I found him, and we found you.
- [ Sirens Blaring ] - Using our charm and powers of persuasion.
How's it going, Di Di?
It's good.
Dad, I think the 55 is about a mile up ahead.
- But we got to give the Days the seven grand. - They held us at gunpoint.
But if we don't, they're gonna think all Travellers are scum.
- [ Cael ] Gee, why would they think that? - [ Dahlia ] You know what?
Sam's right. A deal's a deal. We got to go back.
Hon, I think Bob and Amber are gonna be just fine.
Yeah? Shit! We forgot Mama. Make a left right here.
- She's not your mama. - I'm not leaving my mama to rot with some Jew-hatin' rednecks.
- Now, make that left. - She's not a Jew.
Oh, yeah. She is a Jew. Okay.
You're not Cherien.
Okay, Mama, let's get out of here.
I hear you've been a bad mama.
Oh, thank you, Doug.
Ooh. You don't need that no more, Mama.
[ Tires Screeching ]
Oh, God.
I thought they were gonna kill Cael back there. I really did.
He'll be okay.
You weren't there when that freak held a gun right to his head.
I never used to get scared.
That's the thing. That's the thing that messed up my timing.
What happened with Pete?
- Did he take the money? - Pete went home.
He went home? He took the money?
Sam was right. Money makes the world go round.
I knew it. I told you.
What? Oh, you think it's safe to go back now?
Aw, Jesus Christ, Wayne. Don't be stupid. He gonna want more.
You think that's his price? Forty grand? He gonna own us.
That's the thing. The minute you get what you think you want, you always want more.
He's not gonna want more.
[ Dahlia ] Everybody wants more. Everybody. Soon as we get back.
Wait a second. We're going back to Edenfalls? [ Cael ] No, no.
Dad, we can't keep being the Riches.
He gonna own our goddamn souls.
Look, do I look like I'm driving back?
I mean, we said Mexico. We're going to Mexico.
Okay?
Okay.
Adios.
What? That's all the Spanish I know.
"Adios" and "Gracias."
I'm pretty sure they speak a lot of English in Mexico.
How do you know? You've never been there.
Where we gonna live? How we gonna get money?
Live in the R.V.
You know, make money like we always did.
You gonna con in Spanish?
Sí, senorita. You can't con in Spanish.
Hell, I can barely con in English anymore apparently.
Well, we'll make do. We always do.
You know, we could keep paying him off.
- Jesus, Ma. We're not going back to Edenfalls. - Just sayin' it's possible.
Okay. Then what? I don't know.
We'll see what happens, just see how it rides.
So we-- we roll the dice?
- In Edenfalls? - Well, shit, Cael, what's your better idea?
Take our chances in some shit-hole...
and you get your ass beat every day by some townies?
Who knows? Next place we go, you might actually get killed.
At least we'll be doing something we wanna do...
instead of sitting around in Edenfalls, turning into a bunch of rich assholes.
Now, situations can change, you know.
What do you mean?
Well,
I... wasn't gonna tell you this, but...
there is another way.
I saw Hugh last night, and he's got one of these big deals closing.
[ Clicks Tongue ] He's always got some big-ass deal going on.
Yeah, but it's a hundred and fifty million,
and my cut would be 13.
Million? That's right.
Thirteen million dollars?
It's a land deal. If everything goes right, it should be a few months.
If Pete's a problem, then we'll just pay him off again.
So why the hell are we going to Mexico?
What about Dale? What the hell is he doing in Edenfalls, and what does he want from us?
I'll deal with Dale.
Maybe we could buy a house on an island.
For $13 million, we can get our own castle in Ireland.
- This real? - Yeah. I saw the papers.
All we gotta do is be the Riches for a few months.
Deal closes, we cash in, check out and adios, just like any other con.
Thirteen million dollars.
Well, then we wouldn't always have to be running.
We wouldn't always have to be scared of every redneck cop.
Every man has his price, huh?
No. It's not about that, Cael.
No? What's it about?
It's about being free.
So which way?
* We expected something Something better than before *
* We expected something more *
* Do you really think you can just put it in a safe behind a painting *
* Lock it up and leave *
* Do you really think you can just put it in a safe behind a painting *
- * Lock it up and leave * - Okay.
* Walk away now *
* And you're gonna start a war *
* Whatever went away I'll get it over now *
* I'll get money I'll get funny again *
* Whatever went away I'll get it over now *
Wayne Malloy's got himself a hundred and fifty million dollar deal.
* Walk away now *
* And you're gonna start a war *
* Walk away now *
* And you're gonna start a war **