We left the shootout at the storage facility
and headed to our meet-up.
A parking garage at the Mohegan Sun Casino.
I knew Pete wouldn't be there, and I wanted to get Reggie to a hospital
but he said we had to hide the money first.
Check the crates.
- What am I looking for? - I don't know.
Something big and empty.
What is that?
It's hollow.
Wait, wait, wait...
You put $11 million inside fucking buffalo?
It was the only thing big enough.
A buffalo?
A catasroph... wha...
What the fuck was buffalo even doing there?
It's an Indian casino.
I know it's fucking Indian casino.
Why was fucking buffalo in fucking parking garage?
I don't know.
They have a museum. Maybe they wanted--
What are you, a Mohegan Sun expert now? You join players' club?
Your boyfriend, he no tell me nothing like this
which is something, because way I ask
people always talk.
Why wasn't the money in a safe?
I have fucking Feds up my ass.
Warrant for this, warrant for that.
I think to myself, "Oh, what do I do?"
I take the money, and I put it in fucking locker
where people leave shit behind.
No one look there.
Smart, huh?
Because two days later, Feds come in this place, rip shit apart!
Tore out fucking walls looking for money!
Only not so smart, maybe.
How did you know money was in fucking locker?
I didn't, I don't know.
I don't know.
It was Constantine, yeah?
Reggie just found a key.
Now, that is a shame, because Constantine, he was good friend.
Let's go, donkey. We go get my fucking money.
You, you can't.
You... you can't.
The Feds are still watching you.
The...
They wanted us to set you up.
The Feds were talking to 'em when Joe and I...
When we grabbed 'em.
Are they wired?
No. We checked.
What did you say to FBI?
We said no.
Why?
Because she had a vision.
The only way to get out of this was to get the money and give it back to you.
A vision?
Yeah, she's some kind of psychic.
Yeah?
You know, in village where I grow up, there was a woman who also...
she had visions.
She would read, uh, coffee grinds, and she said she could see future.
Only, do you know what old woman did not see?
War.
War! 140,000 dead.
Two million refugees.
Not one premonition about decade of blood!
Fucking gypsy horseshit.
The... the Feds wanna catch you with the money.
They, uh, they... they wanna get you on tax evasion.
- Like Capone? - That's right.
So you, you can't go near your money until it's safe to go near your money
and we want to get it for you and make it safe.
OK.
I give you 24 hours to figure out how.
You fucking go with them.
They fuck around at all, you remind them
I get my money, or entire family goes in fucking tub.
- So Joe was your friend? - Don't.
You know, I've worked in grief therapy.
Next fucking word out of your mouth better be about where the money really is.
Anything else, I throw you from this car.
It's where I said.
Fucking asshole.
In a buffalo.
- Yeah. - When you started on that
I thought you were going in the tub.
That's why you stashed Pete at the casino
so that he could watch the buffalo.
I have to be the one to give the money back to Luka.
- According to your vision. - Yes.
How about you, Fake Pete?
Do you have a vision?
We're gonna need more operators.
I'm thinking four.
I could hire one locally, but, uh...
I'm gonna have to go into the city tomorrow to get the rest.
We'll go to the city tomorrow. You're not leaving my sight.
And what about her? What does she do?
I'll make a list of tools for her to get.
At some point, we're gonna have to open up a buffalo.
♪ 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. ♪
You really think I'd give you someone else's passport?
Driver's license?
What if I get carded at the liquor store?
You're not leaving the house. You do know that, right?
I was kidding, obviously.
Oh, God.
How many weeks?
Mm, 23? Puking just stopped, so, yay.
Hey, did Luis tell you why he was bonding me out?
Said he owed you.
Oh. For what he owes me, I should be in the Four Seasons
not stuck here with you.
- No offense. - I'd rather be home with my kids.
I hear ya.
I'll be in court on Monday. I don't come out.
End of the month, I'll be in Niantic.
Just can't believe I'm having a baby in prison.
Father around?
Mexico.
Why you skipped before.
Can you blame me?
So what are we gonna do? Braid each other's hair, play Truth or Dare?
I figured you'd want to watch what you want
eat what you want, sleep when you want.
- Just without leaving your sight? - That's right.
Feds.
Subtle as fuck.
Hey, I'm gonna need you to wait in the car for this.
You haven't caught on yet.
I don't trust you.
In fact, I blame you for what happened to Joe.
Say it's on me
you'll never make it out of this car.
No, it's not on you, it's not on me.
It's on the guy who threw the acid.
No, it's you, same as if you threw it.
And it's got to be paid for.
Pay for it you will.
Listen, the person that I need to recruit is gonna run if she sees you.
Is it Gina?
- Yeah. - Get someone else.
No.
She's young, she's pretty, and she's good at what she does.
It needs to be Gina. That's all we have right now.
Go ahead.
Oh, my God, I love your watch.
My dad has one just like it.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Thanks. My wife got it for me.
- Oh! - Well, my ex-wife, actually, I'm...
I'm single.
Aw.
You can collect it at the end of the counter.
Right. Thanks.
- Help the next-- - Coffee. Black coffee.
- Can I talk to you for a few seconds? - Why?
Just give me ten seconds.
If you don't like what I have to say, then you'll never see me again.
Just one second.
Ten seconds.
Five seconds.
Listen.
I need your help with this thing.
I need you.
Listen, listen.
There's nothing... there's nothing I can say about Gavin.
I am, I am so sorry about that.
I want you to be my partner on this thing. You don't need me to teach you.
I need you. I need your help.
You're gifted.
I need you.
What's the timeline?
It's accelerated.
It's basically now. I have to go out the back door.
Why?
You see that black Suburban outside?
That's the FBI.
Smart not to mention the Feds up front.
There's another reason.
Is that who I think it is?
This is not just about the money or the job.
It's about revenge.
Meet me out back.
Otto.
We don't see each other like we used to back in the day, huh?
Your guys have gotten smarter. It's bad for the bail bond business, but...
I just got better lawyers.
So, you got my message?
Your mess.. message? What message?
The one I left with Julia.
Oh, well, this is the first, uh, first I'm hearing of it.
I just wanted to ask you about the housepainter I sent you through Moe.
What?
We're just talking home improvements, right?
Uh, yeah, right.
I tried reaching him and nothing.
Then this kid shows up, looking for him.
Something happen?
Ah, well...
long and short of it is he took an early retirement.
Hm.
His kid, you send him to Moe?
- He the one that put him in a hospital? - Uh-huh.
Ah.
His kid's the reason we're here.
He didn't just bust Moe's jaw.
He... he took something important from him
and, uh...
I was hoping that maybe you could convince him to give it back.
I'd love to, Otto, but I don't know his name
where he lives, nothing.
Sorry.
Yeah.
Fuck.
- Hi. - Oh, God!
- How're you feeling? - I'm fine. Why?
- You're not hungover? - No.
Ah, youth.
- What are you doing? - Um...
I'm looking for this.
A screwdriver?
Yeah, well, uh, you can read certain objects.
You can feel the echoes of the person who owned it before
I mean, if it was important to them.
This was your mum's.
She had a special screwdriver?
Well, yeah, she had an '85 Ford Bronco
and, uh, one summer, the solenoid went out.
- I don't know what that is. - Yeah, neither did I
but apparently, you can't start a car without one.
Anyway, this guy, he told Lila that if you lay the shaft of a screwdriver
across two points in the engine, and you get a spark
and it starts, but you're only supposed to do that one time.
And then you're supposed to take it right to the shop
but Lila, she did it all summer long.
Are you gonna read the screwdriver?
I mean, can you use that to contact my mum?
That's why I'm here.
- That kid's gonna kill someone. - What?
That piece of paper he wanted to get out of his father's jacket
dollars to doughnuts, it's got the name of his father's next target.
That could've been the receipt for his dry cleaning for all you know.
Look, I spent a day with the little prick! Alright?
I know.
He wants to be like Daddy.
What, uh... what business is that of yours?
OK, look, we find him, we get the Proclamation
- and it's done, OK? - OK.
You happen to get his license plate?
No, because I'm old and stupid.
Of course I got his plate.
Kid's gonna kill someone.
Yeah, well, maybe whoever it is deserves it.
You ever think about that?
Valerie Abeyta.
Could you please stop doing that?
Sorry.
Tell me about your kids.
- I'm interested. - What do you want to know?
How many?
Two, girl and a boy.
Nice.
Where are they this weekend?
With a sitter, who I'm paying an arm and a leg.
You a good mother?
Depends, uh, what day it is and who you ask
but... we do the best.
I hope I'll be a good mother when I get out.
Any advice?
Don't do it on your own.
- Yeah, that ship's kinda sailed. - Tell me about it.
Look, the good outweighs the bad.
You'll never love anyone the way you love them
so don't sweat the small stuff.
And be prepared, because everyone thinks they know how to raise your kids
better than you do.
Shit, they probably do.
Some days it'll feel like that.
Shit.
Batteries must've drained while I was in jail.
Oy...
What are their names?
Ellen and Jacob.
- Their father around? - Uh... Well, Jacob's is, sort of.
Ellen's dad is in New York, or was.
- Uh-huh. - He represents a... dark period in my life.
Having Ellen sort of saved me.
Motherfuck.
No, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
Ah, fuck... come on.
- You got a fucking problem, man? - Holy shit.
You're that fugitive, that guy on TV.
- What? No, no, I... - Yes!
Security!
Escaped convict!
He's getting away!
No, no, no, no!
We got an hour.
Shit, I'm such a klutz.
Cookies or Christ, whatever you're selling, I ain't buying
so just please-- Where is she?
- Where is who? - Do not fuck with me.
I don't know who you are, but I'm calling the cops.
Please do. I work with Bernhardt Bail Bonds
and we bonded out your friend Valerie...
- Who the hell is Valerie? - ...giving me the legal right
to search anywhere I think she might be hiding, so call the cops
cos when they get here and we find Valerie hiding in the attic or the basement
or under a bed, you go away for five to seven
for aiding and abetting.
Hands!
Alright.
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie.
How did you know I was here?
Your magazines. Half the labels were for this address.
I figured you either steal your friend Wendy's mail, or you two are besties.
Holy shit.
You reported yours stolen, then got a replacement. Nice.
And, uh, this?
I earned that.
Teaching downward-facing dog?
Well, I hope you enjoyed your little escape attempt
because you're gonna spend your last days of freedom handcuffed to a fucking toilet.
You do that, you might as well just pull out your gun and shoot me right now.
Luis is gonna fucking kill me, OK? That's why he bonded me out.
Why should I trust you?
You didn't notice that janky-ass Beemer that's been following us around, did you?
That car belongs to Omar. Omar belongs to Luis.
He was just waiting for dark to come in and pop me and probably you too.
Did you skim that money from Luis?
Of course I skimmed the money from Luis.
- What if you just gave it back to him? - I can't just give the money back to him.
Then I'd be admitting that I took it.
I'd be just as dead.
Fuck.
Tough way to fish, catching 'em with your bare hands.
Who's there?
I guess you could call me sort of a bridge troll.
You got a...
you got a name, bridge troll?
Rusty.
You?
Bob.
You fishing, Bob?
Nah, actually, I'm looking for something my girl...
Well, my ex-girlfriend thought it would be hilarious to throw off the bridge.
What kind of something are we looking for?
A watch.
A watch? I don't wanna know what you did to piss her off.
Actually, Rusty, I'm...
getting kinda thirsty.
You wanna go up to the store, if I give you this 20
and pick us up a sixer?
I haven't had a drink in 20 years.
How about I help you instead?
No, no, no, no, no, I got it, I got it.
The river's so low, it'll be easy to spot.
I got time. Besides, I got a knack for finding stuff.
Shit.
"Shit"?
- "Shit" what? - The BMW.
Fuck!
Fuck.
You're gonna get me fucking killed.
I know how to lose a tail.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to kill her.
I know, but do you want to wait for night?
I want you to wait until she stops and shoot her
with your gun.
What about the blonde?
Only if you have to.
It's like... she's on the other side of a valley.
She can't hear my voice.
Sometimes it helps if you tell me what you want.
Then I can ask the right questions.
How do you mean?
Like, some people want to know answers.
Some people want to know if their loved ones are OK.
I don't know. I guess I want to know what her favourite colour was
what kind of music she listened to, what she'd think of me.
Her favourite colour was the blue-green of a swimming pool at night
and her favourite songwriter was Elvis Costello
and she would've thought that you were smart and pretty and funny.
I guess what I really want is something that...
you can't give me.
I want to hear her voice.
You should get that.
No, I don't know that number.
I don't wanna answer it if...
I know, but I know it.
It's Julia.
How does it go?
It's going good.
Marius is putting together his team.
It's like Ocean's 11.
Is he getting tiny Chinese men to fit inside box?
I don't think so.
OK.
Fuck.
Do you know how much longer she's gonna be?
Uh, she said she was gonna come right over.
Please ignore my fiancé.
We're supposed to be on vacation.
Well, I'm sorry if I'm passionate about my work.
- Not all of us can be aimless millennials. - OK.
You don't mind showing off this "aimless millennial"
to your buddies at trade shows.
- May I help you? - Oh, hi, yeah.
I'm so sorry to bother you, I was just wondering
how long have you had the Roosevelt?
- I'm sorry? - The Teddy Roosevelt buffalo.
How long have you had it?
Oh, you don't...? She doesn't know.
She doesn't know.
This buffalo was felled by the 26th President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt.
- How do you know that? - He stuffs dead animals.
"I stuff dead a..." I'm a professional taxidermist.
Oh, say it loud, say it proud.
Yeah, if you look at the left fore hoof
you can see where he carved his initials, "TR," right there.
Oh, my.
Yeah, at first, I didn't think it was a Roosevelt
because usually when people have something like this, they put a big sign out
that says "Roosevelt Buffalo," given the value of 'em.
Such a waste.
Twenty years ago, it would've been worth $30,000
but now it's upwards of 100, $150,000, easy.
- This is worth $100,000? - Well, it was.
Unless something's done about it immediately, it's not gonna be worth anything.
- I, I don't understand. - How long have you, uh, had it on display?
Um... three years, since the museum has been remodelled.
And during that time, uh
have you ever had it checked for hard-shell beetle larvae?
Uh...
Suzanne?
- Can I call you Suzanne? - Sure.
This buffalo has all the tell-tale signs of a hard-shell beetle infestation.
- That sounds bad. - Yeah.
Oh, that's bad.
You better believe it's bad.
Sorry to drag you into this, but apparently you're the only Bernhardt
who answers their goddamn phone.
I'm always happy to assist in a little tail drop.
What?
Uh, nothing.
I don't see anyone, so...
where are we taking little Miss Flight Risk?
- Uh, a motel, Lamplighter. - I know it.
But here's the thing, the motel might be a good idea
but I think the bad guys are expecting it.
Lila and Danny had a skip once with a target on his back.
They put him in a storage unit.
I'm not spending the weekend in a box.
You are if I say you are.
Where?
They used one in Mount Vernon.
I could take you to it.
Salaam alaikum.
You know how she lost you? There was a second car.
- They did a ditch-and-switch. - Who the fuck are you?
Your replacement, slick.
You're not gonna be able to do this job.
Come on, man. It's no fun disposing of a body.
Just open the door.
Good.
Now put your hands there.
- You know you don't have to do this. - Sure I do.
I want the 50k your boss put on that target's head.
Hands.
Come on, now.
Man up.
Close your eyes.
That way you don't know when it's coming.
The fuck?
It's her.
Her who?
It's fucking Maggie Murphy.
Oh.
Ah. Where's my money?
It's close.
You'll have it soon.
Why are you here?
I need to rent a unit.
Is this sarcasm?
From the woman who cleaned my units out?
I need a storage unit for my niece.
For your niece?
My family is in bail bonds.
She has a skip.
I thought she should leave her skip here for the weekend.
You think this is fucking hotel?
People try to stay here, I kick their ass.
Just until Monday.
Why it have to be here? Why not Connecticut?
People are looking for this woman.
Your place is secure.
Eh, because you fucking robbed it.
Boss.
Bako make good point.
Your niece, she will be around here sometimes
to be checking in on the skip.
So, if you fuck up and don't bring me my money
it's shorter trip to tub for niece.
Come on, get in.
In, in, in.
There's no chair.
Sit on your back.
Well, what am I supposed to do when the light goes off?
I don't know. You had a yoga studio.
Shavasana?
What the fuck?
Where the fuck is Marius?
He's in the city.
He's not in the fucking city.
- Uh... - Tell me, or I kill you.
- I don't know. - After I kill your fucking niece.
Unit number, passcode, lock combination.
- Thank you so much. - It's OK.
So that guy who was following you, he's probably gonna be on your tail again.
Uh, OK, I'll get someone else to resupply her.
- Do you have a gun? - Uh, I do.
- Um... - Mm-hmm.
It's not loaded, though. I almost, um, shot this guy a few days ago.
Mm-hmm? Load it.
Well, most of the damage is done in the larval phase
which... which means...
Basically the beetles lay their eggs on the mounts
in this case, uh, your beautiful and valuable bison.
Uh, and the larvae feed off the hair until they pupate and grow into adult beetles
which then lay their eggs.
And then, the cycle starts all over again
only this time there's more beetles and therefore more damage
and if you miss the warning signs, and let several generations propagate
then that Roosevelt bison out there will be a goner within the year.
Wow.
Well, I'll review this situation with the Tribal Elders
and we'll make a plan.
Yeah, the sooner, the better.
- Thank you for the warning. - Yeah, that's fine.
You know, it's not really an issue, uh
if you can get to it before it becomes a health hazard, right?
- Let's hit the tables. - What kind of health hazard?
Well, if it goes untreated
what happens is microscopic airborne bacteria get released into the air
by the exploding corpuscles in the beetle larvae.
- Exploding... - Beetle shit.
- ...corpuscles? - Yeah.
Yeah, it gets into the ventilation system. You know how contagion spreads.
It's nasty.
It's not deadly, but it will get in your coffee.
And the taste of it, it's like...
If it gets really bad, it's like musty beetle shit.
Is this something that you could treat for us?
Yeah, it takes about an hour.
Do you have equipment?
Well, I'm a professional taxidermist, so, yeah, I have the equipment.
- Then would you... - I would love to.
- Of course I would love to, right? - Mm-hmm.
But we're on vacation, and the, uh...
Well, what would you say to a comp in the Honeymoon Suite?
Seriously?
If you'll fix the buffalo, spray it or whatever.
What do you think?
If they throw in a stack of chips.
Oh...!
Ah! Fuck!
People really treat this river like a fucking dump.
Used to come out here with my cousin and catch crawfish.
Tried to put 'em in the fridge to scare our grandma.
Never worked.
Look, Rusty, I'm gonna... I'm gonna call it.
Hm?
You find the watch, you keep it.
Just be glad she didn't cut your dick off and throw that off the bridge.
You saw someone's dick get thrown off the bridge?
Nah.
Though, uh...
the other night, someone tossed this.
You looking for this?
Come on, now, son, you ain't looking for no watch.
You want it?
Yeah.
You kill somebody with it?
No.
Did somebody else?
They deserve it?
Oh, Rusty, I don't know who deserves what anymore.
What happened?
He gave me the gun.
Oh...!
He could identify you.
No, nobody knows that I threw it in the river.
There'd be no reason to ask him.
Where is it?
Grandma.
I'm telling you all this so that you know that things are in process
- but I... You don't need to know. - The hell I don't.
What are you going to do with the gun now?
- The hitman. - The one your grandfather hired
to put a hit on himself? What about him?
I'm gonna bury the gun with the body.
- Oh! - I'm gonna call in a tip
hope that the gun gets to Detective Roby before the blood panel comes in.
You know where the body is buried?
Grandma, you don't need to know anything else.
There's nothing I can do?
Grandma.
Just sit tight.
And if what you do doesn't work?
- It's gonna work. - If it doesn't?
And they send me away for God knows how long
I have to know my family is safe.
Safe from what?
Your long-lost cousin and aunt show up after 20 years, both with criminal records.
Tell me you haven't asked yourself, why now?
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't.
OK then.
I'm gonna find out what Maggie and Pete are up to.
Grandma...
I have to do something.
OK.
- Hey. - Hey.
I just wanted to see how you were doing in New York.
Yeah, good. We're just crewing up, you know.
How's it going there with the tools?
Got 'em.
Do you know the guy who said you were a fugitive?
Huh?
Just wondering if it's a friend or something, somebody trying to fuck with you.
No, I've never seen the guy before in my life.
Where are you a fugitive from exactly?
You know, I-I-I ain't got to tell you shit.
- Buddy, I am just trying to help you. - OK, yeah.
There is no one matching your description listed as a fugitive.
What?
Oh, you son of a bitch, Marius...
What?
I gotta get out of here.
Until I understand what's going on, you're not going anywhere.
No, no.
I know my rights, OK?
Unless I'm under arrest or you're gonna charge me with a crime
you've gotta let me go.
So, come on.
Take the cuffs off. Come on.
OK, yeah, yeah.
If anybody gets close, just tell 'em it's toxic within five feet.
Hey, I was about to call you.
Blood test come back?
No, but my afternoon became free so I came up to go through evidence again.
Just spent a half hour going through the garbage from Winslow's car.
Found a piece of paper with some numbers scrawled on it.
- Phone number or...? - Not enough digits.
- An address? - 39 27 15.
Mean anything to you?
No, I don't...
General Tso's chicken, shrimp fried rice, and a hot and sour soup.
- Winslow's takeout order. - Ah.
- You cracked the case. - Wide open.
You know, I can understand why you wanted to share this momentous moment with me.
Well, actually, um, it just made me hungry
and you seem to be the guy who knows where to eat around here, so.
Did you betray your friend?
Ah, you'll say anything, won't ya?
- If you don't wanna talk about it-- - You know I don't wanna talk about it
and yet you asked the question.
To what fucking end?
Three months looking for you, Luka comes to me.
Says he doesn't trust Joe.
I say, "Joe's a little hot-headed, but he's smart."
And Luka says give him a heads-up if, you know, Joe's thinking anything.
He'll pay me extra.
I told him, "Joe's cool. Keep your money."
And a few days ago, he asks again.
I say, "Joe's a little antsy, but I can handle him."
That's it.
That's all I said.
It's my father.
On speaker.
Hey, Dad.
Where are you?
Uh, just running an errand.
- In the, uh, state of Connecticut? - Yeah, Dad.
Can you come for dinner?
Not tonight.
Tomorrow?
Dad, have you discussed this with Mum at all?
Look, I do not need to run everything by your mother.
Oh, you almost sound convincing when you said that.
Did I?
Well, I was trying.
Yeah.
It's so good to have you back, pumpkin.
Best thing to happen in 20 years.
For me, too, Dad.
I love you.
Love you, too, Mags.
Call you tomorrow.
You hadn't seen your fam in 20 years?
Why?
I don't know anymore.
Boom.
- You get it? - I got to pay for a new crown.
Cracked his tooth on a pistachio shell but, yeah, I got it.
According to the license plate...
- There you go, Sammy. - Thank you.
Hitman's son is Colin McCann.
Lives with his dad, the late David McCann
at 2574 Beachwood.
Oh!
Don't, don't come in here! You're inhaling the fumes!
You have to come out of the tent.
Let's go, now.
OK, I'm sorry. I'm in the middle of a very delicate procedure here and I...
Is there something you want to tell me?
What did she say to you?
I told her you're a con artist.
Oh, really? Really?
OK, what else did she say?
She said you're trying to steal the buffalo.
Does it look like I'm trying to steal the buffalo or does it look like I'm trying
- to save a priceless piece of Americana? - Ask him if he has any credentials.
Of course I have ATA accreditation.
I-I-I don't have it on me, because it's all electronic now.
- What are you doing here, Andrea? - My name's not Andrea.
Can I talk to you for a second? Can I just talk to you for one second
over here? No. No, no!
I'm gonna... I'm gonna talk to her in private, you fucking stalker.
Not you. I'm sorry.
Can I just talk to you for one second?
Look, I don't... I don't know what her driver's license says
but her name's Andrea Little, and obviously we have a history.
Let's just say, though, I left her at the altar
only the altar this time was the locked ward at the Marienbad Psychiatric Facility
in Baden-Baden, Germany. Oh, yeah.
Two days before we were gonna tie the knot
I found out she was clinically insane and that everything she told me was a lie.
And ever since she got out, she's been trying to systematically ruin my life.
- Gina? Gina... - Yes.
Tell Suzanne how Crazy Andrea has been trying to make our lives miserable.
I thought we weren't gonna use words like "crazy" anymore.
- I know, I know. Look at my hand, I'm shaking. - I know, baby, I'm sorry.
She is better when she's under a physician's care, but when she's not
there have been times we've been afraid for our lives.
No, you need to call security and take her someplace safe
and then I'll finish the buffalo.
She said I shouldn't believe anything you said.
Of course she did. Classic projection.
You know what? I'm gonna, I...
I'm gonna talk to her for one second. I'm gonna get Dr Zeltzer on the phone
and then, then hopefully I'll finish the buffalo.
OK, but...
Is it really a famous buffalo?
I don't know.
May I make a suggestion?
Yes, Kwahu.
Seeing as this is our slow season, maybe there's another way to go at this.
I... I talked to this homeless guy today.
And, uh... Mmm.
Good.
There we go, hm?
He seemed like such a smart guy, you know?
Sharp, sense of humour.
Could've been anything. Could've been a... Here.
A teacher or accountant.
Or a cop?
I was gonna say detective.
Point is, he was a really regular guy, you know?
And I couldn't help think, "What the hell happened?", you know?
What went wrong for this guy?
Mmm.
Well...
yeah, I mean, if a guy like that...
if it can happen to him then it could...
really happen to any of us.
Happen to you
maybe even me.
Probably not you.
I think the road to hell is paved with a million small bad choices.
People still think that if they can find the one wrong decision
that's responsible for all their bad luck...
It just get cold out here?
No, it was... family business rival.
The guy's a total dick.
He's certainly punching above his weight class.
So that's who it is.
What?
Who Bowman's fucking.
Some NYPD detective.
The guys at the station say they've been together all week.
Now he takes her out for what I guess for him is a lavish meal.
- God! - The fuck was that about?
Yeah, well, I could ask you the same thing, except I know what you were doing.
- You were trying to steal the money. - Of course I was.
That's our fucking job.
Yeah, well, you're trying to steal the money for yourself.
- No, I wasn't. - You said you were in New York.
- When we were on the phone! - Yeah.
I thought the FBI were listening.
Earlier, you said that's where you were going.
I told you I was trying to crew up. I came here to suss it out.
I saw an opportunity, I took it. I-I called you five times.
- Oh, yeah, when? When? - A couple hours ago.
- OK, let me see your phone. - I... the fucking phone is in the car.
Listen, we still have a chance here. We gotta go, come on!
I thought that you cared about the family, about Julia.
I mean, maybe not me, but Carly?
What happens when Luka dissolves Carly in acid?
- Say what, now? - Yeah, he hasn't told you?
Luka is threatening to kill us all if he doesn't get his money.
The people on the farm?
I thought all that "never get attached" talk was just a pose.
- Listen, the family... - That's cold.
...is not in danger, I was gonna get the money and give it to Luka.
We can't give Luka the money.
- What do you mean we can't give him the money? - We can't give him the money.
- What do you mean? What about your vision? - My vision changed
the second I saw the acid hit that guy's face.
- Someone's face? - So now you have a new vision?
- Yes. - You have a new vision?
But in this vision, we get to keep the money.
Hey!
- Oh, God. - What the fuck is he doing here?
Look, it was either bring him or Julia dies, OK?
You were supposed to bring him outside.
- I-I tried, Frank. - Wow, hi.
- Why don't we take a walk together, huh? - No, no, don't.
- Feel like we've been here before. - You said that you wouldn't hurt him, Frank.
I'm a bad guy. I lie.
Mum!
Hey, Ma.
Pete, I'm...
Hi. Oh, my God.
- You look older. - Oh.
You don't.
Give me one second, OK?
Marius.
Pete! How you doin'?
That's for making me think I was a fugitive.
- Stop it! - Asshole.
Who are you?
OK.
Listen.
Listen...
we all want the money, right?
The fumigation con isn't dead yet, so let's just go get the fucking money.
Kwahu says we have to go to the casino.
Who the fuck is Kwahu?
- He's been watching the buffalo. - What?
You think I was the only one?
Yeah, he's the one who told me what you were doing.
- Not so smart now, huh, Marius? - Wait, did he say museum or casino?
He said casino.
Wait!
Aright, so the three of us are gonna be banned from the casino.
You can't be seen with us. Wait over there.
Go, go, go.
Suzanne.
Hey, I'm sorry about that. Uh, Andrea's calmed down.
Sorry about that.
I'm gonna have to ask the three of you to leave.
Right, but, you know, we were in the middle of the fumigation.
The buffalo really should be secluded because of the toxicity.
Don't make me get security.
Oh, is that how it's gonna be? Really?
OK, so, when the buffalo's corpuscles explode all over the place
that's gonna be on you, literally.
Come on, Gina. Come on, Andrea.
But my name is not...
It's in the middle of a casino, surrounded by 24-hour security.
How do we get to it now?
If David Copperfield can make the Statue of Liberty disappear
we can vanish a buffalo from a casino.