NARRATOR: Last season on Sneaky Pete...
PETE: There was a... a tyre swing.
That's what I remember the most.
Every summer, Grandpa would fix it.
Pete, would you shut the hell up?
Three years in here, I feel like I've spent every moment of that listening to this crap.
THEY GRUNT
You're a con man.
You, what? You tried to rob a gun range at gunpoint?
I get outta here in two days, you're not even up for parole for another two years.
Hi, Grandma, Grandpa.
It's me, Pete.
I called the whole family over, all your cousins.
MARIUS (VO): Great.
- Taylor, I love you. - You should be with me.
I should have said it on the day he proposed, but I am saying it now.
DOCKERY: I want my money, Otto.
Oh, motherfucker...
HE YELLS
I'm here to talk about this one.
He's no use to you, but he's still the father of my son, so, I need him alive.
So, talk.
What're you doing?
Maybe there's still time to un-ring that bell.
I don't need the money. I need someone to launder it.
MARIUS: I need you to tail somebody.
If we do this, you teach us some shit.
You wanna learn something? OK, fine, first lesson:
lose the boyfriend, then we'll talk.
- So, what's going on? - I need to find someone who paints houses.
And all I need to know...
is who you want gone.
You're looking at him.
- GUN COCKS - Everybody get on the fucking ground!
HE GRUNTS
GUN COCKS
There's a cop here looking for Pete, a New York cop named Winslow.
Listen to me, Carly, I want you to tell them that you do not consent
to a search of your residence.
CAR CRASHES AND HORN BLARES
Audrey!
I'm in trouble.
- THEY YELL - Grandma!
- You can't be a part of this! - SHE YELLS
I already am.
GUNSHOTS
Hey, Pete.
Do I know you guys?
No.
Gina.
I want you to take us to your mother
and the $11 million.
- Where's your mother, Pete? - I don't know.
You don't know?
The fuck kinda stupid answer is "you don't know"?
What's to keep us from snapping your string right now?
Because I know how to find her and you don't.
Huh. Let's go, then.
MUSIC: "Charlie Darwin" by The Low Anthem
♪ Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring ♪
♪ Towards the bright... ♪ MARIUS: How did you, uh...?
"How did we, uh," what?
How... how'd you figure it out?
My mother and me?
None of the guys our employer hired before us bothered to ask
what else happened at Mount Vernon the day the 11 million was stolen.
They never figured out some fucking idiot robbed a gun range.
Although I do get that a lot.
People asking what kind of fucking idiot robs a gun range.
MARIUS: Every day.
Now, where we got smart was wondering, what if you're not an idiot?
First dot we connected was the security guard.
We could put him at the gun range right before you made your entrance.
Ten minutes later, he's back at work
dying in the shootout.
You were trying to hold him there, huh? Keep him from getting back?
It's too bad it didn't work. I mean, you went to jail for fucking nothing.
How, how'd you know that I was out?
Oh, we got a guy, built a bot
looks for anything to do with you or your mother.
Last week it sees your name pop up on an airline ticket.
OK, two tickets for the 5:20 to Fort Lauderdale.
You wanna go to Buffalo or Fort Lauderdale?
Do we only get to go if we have good reasons for wanting to go?
- MAN: You didn't board the flight. - No, I had to buy a ticket
to get through security. We were tracing a skip.
My, uh, my cousin and me.
Pretty blonde?
Where you going now?
I'm, uh, going to New York.
Terms of my parole. I'm not supposed to be in Connecticut.
Just had to see the family, huh?
We'll be watching them. You try warning them, or we see them go into hiding...
But you won't do that.
Cos you're gonna be too busy trying to find your mum.
MAN 2: You got 72 hours before we start clipping their wires.
That pretty blonde girl goes first.
TRAIN ANNOUNCER BLARES
- You should run. - MARIUS: It's 11 million dollars.
And what happens when the FBI picks you up
for what played out in Vince's poker room?
- They're not even looking for me. - Their agent was shot.
Money is missing. They're looking for you.
Wha... but they can't prove anything. Marjorie, come on.
That's not what I mean.
If these two goons see you getting scooped up by the FBI
and they find out that you're not Pete, what's to stop them from killing you?
Well, I'll think of something.
Marjorie, we're talking about 11 million dollars.
SHE SIGHS Alright.
How do you propose on finding it?
- You don't have much to go on. - I know that
ten minutes after Pete robbed a gun range, there was a big shootout
that left a security guard dead.
There's gotta be something online about that
and then I got their license plate number.
Y'know, I just don't have a computer, so--
Marius, I'm retired.
I just need you to do a little bit of research.
- Then I will expect a lot of money. - OK, OK.
- I'll give you 5% of whatever I get. - Mm.
I wish I didn't answer this phone.
Alright.
I assume there was a threat to go along with all of this?
Yeah, they said they were gonna kill the whole family starting with Julia.
Oh, that's great.
PHONE RINGS
Bernhardt Bail Bonds.
MAN: Audrey?
Uh, no, this is Julia. May I help you?
Little Blondie?
- Uh... - Shit.
You don't remember me? This is Luis. Luis Mercado.
Of course I remember you.
Little Blondie, answering the phones and shit.
Hey, is Otto around?
Not right now.
OK. Well, have him hit me back.
- Can I ask what this is about? - Just have him call.
Hey, I bet you don't still wear your hair in pigtails?
Heh. Not so much.
Ha!
DOOR OPENS
I'm starting to think you're just making excuses to see me.
I was running the numbers and I thought you should hear this in person.
Sounds like I'm gonna be disappointed.
In order to launder your 150
I'm gonna have to write fake bonds for fake people
and then put their fake deposits, your cash, in the bank.
That should take three to four months.
If you need it faster, you could take it to Mohegan
turn it into poker chips.
Let me guess.
You Googled how to launder money
and the plot of that movie with Captain Kirk came up.
You see it?
It's good.
Anyway, what they don't say in the film is that the casinos now have RFID
in the chips to show that they've been gambled.
You want to give the money back, huh?
Don't forget why you're in this situation.
You offered a service to get the father of your son out of an early grave.
You withdraw that service, what's to keep something from happening to him?
Or, God forbid, someone you actually care about.
Three months is too long.
I need the money back by next week.
DOOR CLOSES
- MAN GRUNTS - WOMAN GASPS
WOMAN MOANS
THEY MOAN
You got me where I needed to go, but... your heart didn't seem in it.
Ah, shit.
I hope you don't give me a bad review on Yelp.
SHE CHUCKLES
You wanted to talk about something?
SHANNON: Why d'you think Sean's been going to Hartford so much?
I haven't cared about Hartford since the Whalers left.
He's been lobbying to have Connecticut do bail bonds like Kentucky.
Where the state runs it.
That would put him out of business.
Not if he gets the contract to run it.
That'd put Grandpa and Grandma out of business.
But you...
would have a shit-ton of money to help them in their retirement.
I wait for Sean's deal to go through, and then I divorce him
get half of everything, and you and I get married on a beach in Hawaii.
You don't seem thrilled.
HE SIGHS
Look, I...
I like money as much as the next guy
but I want to be with you now.
Just gotta be patient.
TV: We continue this romantic journey with Brad in Costa Ric--
Thing One and Thing Two?
Asleep.
JULIA SIGHS
I like your new purse.
Oh! Found it in the car.
Ellen won't use it anymore, says pink is for babies.
Has to be the purple or she throws a shit-fit.
Hey, um...
can you stay the night, take care of the squids in the morning?
Mr Ambien is dangling a good night's sleep.
Sure. But I'm keeping track of what you owe me.
Of course you are.
Hey, did Pete say where he was going when he left?
No. Why?
I need to talk to him about something.
Night.
TV BLARES
PHONE RINGS
Hey.
MARJORIE: Car belongs to a leasing company in Queens.
To get who leased it would require tools and skills I do not have.
What about...
- What about tomorrow? - The last I find any mention
of Maggie Murphy is three years ago in New Orleans.
And the, uh... the shootout?
- CAR ROARS - Ten minutes after Pete
walked into a gun range
there was a shootout at a nearby storage facility that left three dead.
- Two guards and-- - And a security guard.
Yes, and before he shuffled off this mortal coil
the guard said two people got away, one of whom was
a white woman in her fifties.
And having recently played Pete's mum, I know that description fits.
So 11 million dollars was stolen from a storage facility?
No. At least, not officially.
In none of the reports
is there any mention of 11 million, or anything else being stolen.
What does that tell you?
Well, it was stolen from a criminal.
That's right, and any criminal with 11 million dollars
isn't just any criminal.
It could be some hedge fund guy, I mean...
With goons who threaten to kill a family?
Marius, before you go looking for Pete's mum or the money
I'd say your first order of business is to find out
who the fuck you're dealing with.
ROCK MUSIC: "Harder Out Here" by The Bright Light Social Hour
♪ It's getting harder out here ♪
♪ I keep tryin' to just make my way ♪
♪ It's not lyin' ♪
♪ I'm only tryin' ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me ♪
♪ Trust in me ♪
♪ Just trust in me. ♪
REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS
INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION
♪ Let it be and let it be free ♪
♪ Let it be and let it be free... ♪
DOOR OPENS
HE KNOCKS
You're quite the creature of habit.
Fuck me.
You gotta think about changing up your hunting grounds, buddy.
Yeah, I don't need any of your lessons, asshole. What do you want?
Open the door.
I'm looking for Gina.
You and Gina can go fuck yourselves.
Hey, in ten seconds I'm gonna call for the police
and then I'm gonna tell 'em I found the guy who took my wallet.
I don't have your wallet.
That's your wallet, asshole.
Where is she?
Grandma, I strongly suggest that you don't do this.
- Father Lebec is a man of God. - He is a man.
He, he could let it slip.
I'll only tell him what he can hear.
- I won't-- - Please, please, Grandma.
Please, I'm... I'm begging you, OK?
Not now. Just give it a week. Let this blow over.
It's gonna blow over in a week? A cop was killed.
Yeah, well, Fairfield's got the case. They're not idiots but...
they're idiot-adjacent.
Grandma?
Tell me you will hold off.
OK.
I gotta go, alright?
Where's Carly? She need a ride?
She stayed at Julia's.
OK.
- Grandma? - Yeah.
You gonna do what he said?
That's what confession was made for.
So we can be absolved of our sins.
You didn't do anything that needs absolving. It was an accident.
There's a long list of bad decisions that put me in a car with a gun.
I gotta run errands.
I'll stop at the shop.
How are you gonna handle all this? Just drink and stare off into the distance?
It worked before.
Took you ten years to surface when you came home from Vietnam.
You don't have ten years.
DOOR SHUTS
Oh, f...!
POP MUSIC PLAYS
PHONE RINGS
You're awake.
Barely.
Hey, I see Ellen's backpack on the counter.
Yeah, so, apparently
someone left her lunch in there all weekend and it smelled like a toxic waste dump
so I bought her a sandwich
on the way to school.
- Did she take her old pink backpack? - Yes, she did, no fuss.
See, I get away with stuff
because I am cool Aunt Carly.
- Did you look inside? - We just grabbed it and ran. Why?
Oh, I just left some, uh, office papers
in there, I'll get 'em later.
I was wondering. It was kinda heavy.
Aren't there rules about how heavy a kid's backpack should be?
Probably also rules about not sending kids down the coal mines. Killjoys.
- Thanks for staying and wrangling. - Yeah, my pleasure.
- I like ta-- - PHONE CLICKS
- Where did he find you? - The park.
I told you to mix it up.
We should get going before he shows.
- Sorry. - Gavin!
- O... Open the door! - It's OK, calm down.
- Gavin! - I know you set me up with those guys.
What you did was part of the game.
How much did they pay you?
Five hundred?
More?
One large.
Well, what if I pay you two the same to figure out what hotel they're staying at?
- How do we-- - You figure it out.
Here.
Here's their license plate number
and I'll give you the rest when you find them.
Go ahead, take it.
Adios, amigos.
Asshole.
- I'm the asshole? - Yeah.
You dumped me.
It's good to see you.
Just drive.
POP MUSIC PLAYS
I'm undercover security.
I'm recording this conversation.
I need to hear you say you agree to come with me.
I don't agree to come with you.
Then I call the cops.
SHE KNOCKS
Ellen took the wrong backpack this morning.
Thanks, I'll get it to her.
I better take the one she came with.
You can get them both, end of day.
I left her lunch leftovers in it and if anybody accidentally opens
that sucker, there is gonna be an airborne toxic event.
You know, you really should clean out a backpack every night.
- You're right. - I'm sure you're really busy.
I am.
Probably why you had the au pair drop Ellen off this morning.
The au pair?
That was my sister Carly.
She went to this school for a year, back when she was Ellen's age.
I remember it because that was the year our parents were killed
by a drunk driver out on Redding Road.
It's pink.
Sorry, Mum. Sorry, Dad.
Here you go.
SHE MOUTHS SILENTLY
Wrong pink backpack.
- Are you sure? It's the only one I saw. - I'm sure.
Oh... Wait, uh.
Shelley wasn't feeling well this morning and her mum picked her up
and I think she has a pink backpack too?
Shelley... Birse?
No, Shelley Martin. Who's Shelley Birse?
I must've heard it wrong when Ellen said her name.
Her mum is Sarah?
- Gayle. - Wow, I really got it wrong.
- You want me to call-- - No, I got it, thanks.
I really should be the one to get it back...
I need an address.
TAYLOR: See, this is why they invented the internet
so that you could search for this stuff yourself
and not have your cop brother do it for you.
Gayle Martin.
She better not be a skip.
She's the mother of one of Ellen's classmates.
We're class mums for the aquarium trip.
Wait, why, why can't the school office
- look her up for you? - Please don't make me lie anymore.
I know, I know, I know...
I shouldn't feel guilty, the guy was a hitman
it's the life he chose, he had to know something could always go sideways.
What?
You don't feel guilty, you feel embarrassed.
You were wallowing in self-pity and you know it.
"Oh, poor me, nobody loves me, nobody needs me
I'd be better off dead."
- Fuck you, kiss my ass. - Tell me I'm wrong.
I don't know what I was thinking, asking you over.
You hit on my wife.
- I should punch you in the nose. - Do it.
Be better than you sitting around feeling sorry for yourself.
- Fuck you! - You already said that.
All that day
I was...
I just couldn't help thinking, "This is the last time I see my wife.
See this house."
So nobly tragic, it was like an Irish play.
IN IRISH ACCENT: "The last time I pick my nose.
The last time I scratch me balls."
THEY LAUGH
I'd be more comfortable the old way.
The new confessional will be ready in a month.
You know, a lot of people prefer it this way
just sitting and talking.
Huh.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
RADIOS CHATTER
- I saw you. - Did you?
Oh, shit.
It was that other girl.
You were just the distraction.
That's also how we got JFK.
Can I go now?
MUSIC: "Hook, Line And Sinker" by Royal Blood
♪ And the other's getting colder ♪
♪ She looks so good but it's not nearly Feeling like it's supposed to ♪
♪ Going sold, going sold ♪
♪ Going, gone ♪
♪ Say my name again ♪
♪ Tell me you're caught in the middle ♪
♪ You're caught in the middle ♪
♪ And you're begging for me to stay ♪
♪ Cos every now and then ♪
♪ My love calls like a whistle ♪
♪ It calls like a whistle ♪
♪ And it's blowing your mind again. ♪
Marius?
Hey, buddy, how's it going?
I'm in prison. How the fuck do you think it's going?
Yeah, and here I thought you Buddhists were all zen and shit.
Go to Burma, see how zen and shit those guys are.
What do you want?
Yeah, I need a private conversation with my old cellie, Pete Murphy.
Is your fee still $50 in your commissary?
Not for you.
- Really? - For you it's 500.
- Why? - You cheated at cards.
- The hell I did. - The thing with the ace.
That was a trick! I bet you a pack of ramen.
Maybe you could show me a trick.
You wanna learn a card trick?
I got visitation on Sunday
and it'd be cool to show my boy something.
OK. Yeah.
Get a deck of cards.
Well... thought you'd come by.
- Did the school call? - The school?
No.
These kids, you know, they always have to have the same clothes
the same backpacks, the same...
Oh, this is my brother, Desmond.
You didn't say what your name was.
OK, so now you cut the cards which means--
I fucking know what cutting a deck of cards means.
OK. OK, so then, just do that
and start turning them over.
And just keep turning them over, you can say things like...
"Is this your card? Is this your card?" You know, when you know
- it isn't. - Why would I do that?
- Just cos it's fun to get it wrong sometimes-- - I don't wanna get it wrong.
I want to impress my son.
OK, right, of course.
So then just keep turning cards over and when you get to whatever
the bottom card was before you cut the deck
then you'll know that the next card is gonna be the one that he picked.
Is this your card?
Yeah.
- PHONE CHIMES - Don't just say "Yeah."
Act surprised, you asshole.
WILL: Yeah, that's my card.
- TENZIN: You suck. - Tenzin, your son is gonna be surprised.
You're damn right he'll be surprised. This is some David Copperfield shit.
Yeah, just keep practising.
You know, you can try it out on people at dinner or whatever.
- I will, man, thanks. - Yeah, you're welcome.
So you think you can get the phone to Pete today?
I will.
As soon as you put $500 in my commissary.
- Five hundred? What do you mean? - That's your price.
The trick was just so I didn't hang up.
PHONE BEEPS
Son of a bitch.
PHONE DIALS
Hey. Where?
- GAVIN: Don't you wanna know how? - Honestly, I really, I...
We called around, saying we need to find our bosses
job's on the line, here's the license plate.
Brilliant. So where are they?
Hotel on Bank. Room 1106. Frank and Joe Hooper.
Are they there now?
GAVIN: No car in the lot. Called the room twice, didn't get an answer.
Good. So get a key card, and one of you wait in the parking lot.
The other, make sure the room is empty
and wait inside.
I'll see you there in 15 minutes.
How do we get a key card?
- DOOR SLAMS ON PHONE - Hello?
Finder's fee?
Thinking it's more like a shakedown fee.
Call it what you want.
How much?
JULIA SCOFFS
Can't do that.
Des, let's just call the cops.
Good idea.
Look, the money's not mine.
Is it OK if I at least call the person it belongs to?
Call whoever you want.
Mind if I smoke?
Yes, I mind.
There are children living in this house.
PHONE RINGS
Hey. It's Julia.
Where are you?
Because I got a big fucking problem.
- May I help you? - I certainly hope so.
I left my key in the room.
- Your name, sir? - Hooper.
Frank Hooper.
- And your room number? - 1106.
Very good, Mr Hooper.
Do you have some ID?
I do, and I left it in the room.
- If you wanna come up with me I can grab-- - GINA SHOUTS: I don't give a fuck
why they call you Kid Charlemagne!
Urgh!
Your "patrons"?
Your patrons left you in the red, asshole!
All your low-rent friends are dead. You gotta clean that mess up
or we all end up in jail.
The test tubes, the scale
you gotta get that shit outta there!
- Ma'am? - Don't fucking "ma'am" me.
"Is there gas in the car?" Yes, there is gas in the car!
"Kid Charlemagne"?
Steely Dan song. A guy that age, no way he'd know it.
- You see how well I worked him? - Pretty slick.
It's good, you and me together again.
Don't push it.
- I'm just saying. - I know what you're saying.
KNOCK ON DOOR
- Gayle Martin? - Yeah.
- Where is she? - Excuse me--
- Julia! - This is my house, excuse me!
- Julia, are you OK? - Oh, yeah, I'm fine.
- SHE GASPS - You're better than fine
You're high as a fucking kite, I can see it in your eyes.
- Lemme see your arms. - Who are you?
Who am I? Who the fuck are you?
Is this your dealer?
Maybe I should ask to see his arms too!
The fuck are you talking about? You can see my arms!
- Tom, Tom... - What, what part of undercover
do you not understand?
Huh? Is that my money on the table right there?
I had it in Ellen's old backpack and there was a mix-up--
I swear to God, if you're lying to me, your precious little Ellen's
gonna go straight to child protective services
and you're not gonna see her again until she ages out.
- No, no, please, don't... - She's not lying!
- Yeah. - She's not lying!
THEY YELL
Who the fuck are you?
I'm her fucking handler!
I'm her handler.
Listen...
we popped her with a balloon up her asshole at BDL
and if she wants to keep her kid, she works for us.
JULIA SOBS
Stop it, stop, don't touch me.
Don't touch me. Don't touch... Oh, wait.
Shit, shit, shit.
- Who's that? - You wanna keep your door intact
hit the mute button.
- PHONE DIALS - JULIA WAILS
Uh, yeah, that's a... that's a No Go on Geronimo.
I repeat, that's an NG on G-mo.
- MARIUS CHUCKLES - OK, thank you.
Fucking SWAT.
A day without a battering ram is like a day without sunshine.
You're DEA?
I think that's probably the worst question
you could've asked me at this moment in your life.
- Get up. - JULIA SOBS
- Is that all of it? - Yes.
- Get it. - Excuse me...
Take this directly to the Turk, and if he doesn't blow your brains out
because you're late or because, I don't know, it's Tuesday
and if we're able to take him down, then maybe, maybe I'm not gonna
stuff your ass down the hole in Niantic.
- Go! Jesus Christ. - You can't just walk out the--
Hey, listen. Wait 48 hours, you call this number.
Whoever answers the phone, you tell 'em Chino told you to call.
You give him your details and Uncle Sam will send you $10,000
to get the front door fixed, OK?
The front door's fine.
They don't have to know that.
DOOR CLOSES
You slapped me.
Yeah, well, they needed a little bit of a jolt.
HE CHUCKLES: You rolled with it pretty good.
Is that the money for Dockery?
Uh...
Is it OK if I don't explain it right now?
As long as you don't tell the rest of the family that I'm still in Bridgeport.
Why are you still in Bridgeport?
Hey, you know that gun you keep at the office?
Carry it.
- You think that they'll-- - I doubt it, but you never know.
MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
Sure you don't want one of these?
No.
LANEY GROANS
What're you doing?
Mr Orr's local news homework.
Oh, homework is this thing when you do schoolwork
when you get home from school...?
- Never heard of it. - Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, put that out.
- I'm blowing it out the window. - No, right now.
OK?
SHE SCOFFS
- Now drink it. - Bite me.
What's going on with you?
You don't want any of the clothes I lifted at the mall.
- You're this rabid anti-drug narc. - Yep, that's me.
Is it because of all the family shit?
The mysterious return of your long-lost cousin?
The thing with that fucked-up cop?
I don't know, I just...
I don't know.
OK...
- Holy shit balls. - What?
That's him.
That's the fucked-up cop that I pointed the shotgun at.
He's dead.
CARLY: Yeah, I, I see that.
Who killed him?
You talked to Sam?
He knows me better than anybody other than you.
He hit on me.
We have that in common.
He didn't get anywhere.
We have that in common too.
How'd it go with Father Lebec?
I know you better than anybody.
Well, it went just fine.
Told him everything.
He gave me three Hail Marys and asked me to kill the Monsignor for him.
I chickened out.
Didn't tell him a damn thing.
I know it was an accident and all, but...
I shot a man in the head.
Killed him.
Hey, you busy?
Frantically.
Make sure we keep a space open in the lot.
We getting a VIP?
No, it's the death car of that NYP detective who got popped in Brett Woods.
Fairfield's sending it over.
PHONE RINGS
Bernhardt Bail Bonds.
MOE: It's Moe.
Oh, hey.
You seen that Caddy parked around the corner?
Huh?
It belongs to the housepainter.
It's been sitting there a couple of days.
What the fuck happened, Otto?
- You really want to know? - No, I don't.
I just don't need this blowing back on me.
My brother and all that?
Just move the fucking car. OK?
You owe me.
PHONE CLICKS
Who was that?
Oh, it's just, um
just Moe.
It's end of the month, he wants me to settle my tab.
TOW TRUCK BEEPS
GUNSHOT
TAYLOR: He was a dirty cop.
Had a falling out with the guys paying him.
They drove him off the road, put two in his chest, one in his head.
Like the pros do.
BO: Hey, Bright Eyes.
Nice to know you respond to Bright Eyes.
Only called your name three times. Where'd you go?
I was just thinking about when he came in, the cop.
What was his name?
Oh, Winslow?
I can't tell you how many people come through that door I would never remember but...
I remember him.
The eye, maybe?
Why'd Fairfield send it over? They gonna do more tests?
Nah, they're getting ready to wrap it up. No witnesses.
Vic had a long list of dubious asterisks next to his name.
Looks like the usual dirtbag-on-dirtbag crime.
I know we're supposed to give a shit, brother in blue and all
but I don't think there's a lot of tears being shed.
Then why is it here?
Some lady detective from the NYPD is coming up
unofficially, of course, to make sure us Connecticut yokels
aren't as stupid as everyone thinks we are.
They say she's the best.
Highest closure rate in the city.
I'm sure she's gonna wanna talk to you too, since you're the only one that saw the guy
so be sure to comb your hair, huh?
- Hey, it's me. - GINA: You're late.
Yeah, something came up with my cousin.
Where are you?
In the room.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch what?
Uh...
I came to get something out of the truck and forgot my keys.
They're in your hand.
Well. That just makes it worse.
I'm just happy to know I'm not the only one losing their mind.
Well, thank you, sweetheart. That's very kind.
What're you doing?
I gotta go see Moe.
PHONE DIALS
Taylor, call me.
We may have a problem.
LIFT CHIMES
PHONE RINGS
Pete, hi, how ya doin', buddy? Thanks for calling.
- Hey, Marius. How you doing, man? - Yeah, good.
I was a little surprised when Tenzin said you wanted to talk.
It must be important. What's going on?
All that time that we were in together
you, you know, you'd talk about your grandparents and your cousin
- and the farm and all that. - Yeah.
But you never once, uh, mentioned your mother.
- Yeah, so? - Well, this is the weird part.
I got a call yesterday from a woman who says that she was your mother
and she was checking in to see how you were doing.
That wasn't my mother.
- Are you sure? Because-- - Yeah, I'm sure I'm sure.
My mother's dead.
She's dead?
When did that happen?
What do you care?
- Well, we're friends, man. - Three years ago.
- She died three years ago. - PHONE CLICKS
Fuck.
Alright, alright, alright...
Hey, how you doing?
Come on in, Pete.
You go ahead.
Come on.
On the bed.
You're right here.
You know, Pete
I thought you had a clear understanding of what we expected from you
and you waste a day looking into us? What do you wanna know?
We solve crimes for people who can't go to the police.
Guy who hired us tried others before, ex-Blackwater guys
but they didn't know shit about cracking a mystery.
They never found out about you or your mother.
I almost had her.
Six months ago in Sedona.
PHONE RINGS
Saw her cross a busy street.
Don't know how I spooked her, but spook her I did.
Here.
Take a look at that.
It might answer any questions you still have about us.
Show Pete where you are.
Showtime.
FRANK: Ring a bell?
Get in closer.
We told you what would happen if you fucked around.
DOORBELL RINGS
Just a sec.
Don't.
Please.
I know who you are. You don't have to do this.
(VO): You don't.
FRANK (VO): Oh, but I think we do, Pete.
Please don't do this.
PHONE RINGS
Jesus.
Pete?
- Get your gun and shoot through the door. - What?
Do it! Do it!
FRANK ON EARPIECE: Goddammit...
PHONE RINGS
FRANK: He warned her. She's got a Colt
pointed at your heart.
Can I help you?
JOE: Sorry. Wrong house.
What're you doing? We're just gonna go back after dark, plug her through the window
when her kids are home.
Then shoot me now.
Cos if you don't...
and you hurt her or anyone in that family, I will get a gun
and I will fucking eat it
and you will never find my mother or the money.
Now you know who I am.
HE CHUCKLES
Wow.
Spread that out.
Wh... why?
Spread that out.
What're you doing, man?
You, you
stand on it.
GAVIN: No, man.
Stand on it.
What're you doing, man? This is bullshit.
You don't need to do this.
Look at him.
Listen...
Choose.
Choose?
What the fuck does that mean?
"Choose"?
Choose. Or I will do them both.
- Me. - Just shut up!
You shut up!
- FRANK: A hero? - Listen...
Fuckin' love it when I get a hero.
But sometimes, just to prove a point
you have to do the other one.
- Stop, stop-- - No, no, no...
GAVIN GASPS
Or not.
- GAVIN RASPS - MARIUS MURMURS
Stop, stop...
Take it out, take it out...
GINA GASPS AND SOBS
Now you know who we are.
Roll him up, sweetheart.
GINA SOBS
This is on you.
You get squirrely, an anonymous call goes to a local tip-line
brings your friend here to light, with your prints and your DNA.
Take the fucking knife.
The rags.
Fill it in.
MUSIC: "Streetcar Love" by White Eyes
♪ Don't want no streetcar love Oh, oh no ♪
♪ One who'll carry out a one-hour ride Oh no, oh no ♪
♪ I just want a little girl to... ♪
We've gotten further than the muscle-heads did before us
which gives us some leeway, but not an infinite amount.
We don't have to kill anybody to give 'em the worst fucking day of their lives.
Remember that when you look at your family.
By my watch, you have 48 hours to locate your mother.
Get out.
DOG BARKS
Gina...
I'm so...
PHONE BUZZES
- What the actual fuck? - Look, I'm sorry about that--
You're sorry? I almost shot someone through my door.
Yeah, I was, uh...
I was actually watching your house.
What?
In case that Desmond guy came back. I, I, uh, I didn't wanna tell you
because I... I thought I was being paranoid
and then I saw somebody walk up
and I got freaked out, uh...
- so then I followed him. - Who was he?
This guy I almost shot?
He was just some guy who was selling magazines.
Oh, for f...
Why didn't you call me?
- Uh, because my phone died. - Then you borrow a phone.
You steal a phone! I was freaking the fuck out.
I had the kids go to Gloria's. I didn't know if something happened to you.
Well, I'm fine, you're fine. I overreacted. I gotta go.
OK?
Pete.
What?
Thanks for looking out for me
but never do anything like that again.
OK.
MARJORIE: Marius... that's seriously fucked up.
I know.
You said you'd kill yourself if they harmed Julia?
I had to say something.
I spoke to Pete.
He said his mother's dead.
That is not good.
No, it is. He's lying.
He said she died three years ago
but the two assholes said that they saw her in Sedona six months ago.
But Pete could really think she's dead, so.
Either way, I gotta work him to find her.
On the phone? You already tried that.
- I know. - You can't go and see him
- you switched your records. - I know that too.
Well, how do you plan on working him?
Face-to-face.
You wanna get him out?
Well, I don't want to.
Even if it was possible, it would pose an existential threat to you, Marius.
If real Pete has any contact with his family, you're burned.
At best, you'll get popped for identity theft.
You'll go back to prison.
At worst, you get stabbed in the heart and rolled up in a shower curtain.
I don't see that we have any other choice.
When did this become "we"? I thought I was doing some research.
Straight split, minus expenses.
That could be $5 million.
That's retire-on-a-beach-in-Bali money.
- I don't like Bali. - So then retire to the Geordie shore.
Getting Pete out of prison would take weeks.
Do we have weeks?
No, we have tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Yeah.
How do you feel about going to prison?