02x07 - The Reluctant Taxidermist

[bunniefuu]

[Maggie] We left the sh**t

at the storage facility

and headed to our meet-up--

a parking garage

at the Mohegan Sun Casino.

[tires squealing]

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.

[Reggie]

Check the crates.

- What am I looking for?

- I don't know.

Something big and empty.

[soft ambient music]

♪ ♪

What is that?

♪ ♪

[hollow knocking]

♪ ♪

- It's hollow.

[Luka] Wait, wait, wait...

You put $11 million

inside f*cking buffalo?

It was the only thing

big enough.

♪ ♪

[sighs] In buffalo?

[speaking Montenegrin]

Wha... what the f*ck was

buffalo even doing there?

It's an Indian casino.

I know it's f*cking

Indian casino.

Why was f*cking buffalo

in f*cking 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?

♪ ♪

[chuckles, speaks Montenegrin]

[laughs]

I have f*cking 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 f*cking locker,

where people leave sh*t behind.

No one look there.

Smart, huh?

Because two days later,

Feds come in this place,

rip sh*t apart!

Tore out f*cking walls

looking for money!

Only not so smart, maybe.

♪ ♪

How did you know money

was in f*cking locker?

[whimpering]

I didn't... I don't know.

I don't know.

♪ ♪

It was Constantine, yeah?

Reggie just found a key.

Reggie just found

a key.

[sighs, speaks Montenegrin]

Now, that is a shame,

because Constantine,

he was good friend.

[speaking Montenegrin]

Let's go, donkey.

We go get my f*cking money.

[Marius] You... you can't.

You can't.

The... the Feds are still

watching you. They...

They wanted us to set you up.

The Feds were talking to 'em

when Joe and I...

[clears throat]

When we grabbed them.

- Are they wired?

- No. We checked.

What did you say

to FBI?

We said no.

Why?

[laughing softly]

Mm... 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?

Mm-hmm.

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?

w*r.

[laughs] w*r?

One hundred forty thousand dead.

Two million refugees.

Not one premonition

about decade of blood!

[tense music]

f*cking gypsy horseshit.

[Marius]

The... the Feds...

Want to catch you

with the money.

They... they, uh... they...

they want to get you

on tax evasion.

[chuckling]

Like Capone?

[Marius] That's right.

- [chuckles]

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.

Okay.

I give you 24 hours

to figure out how.

You f*cking go with them.

They f*ck around at all,

you remind them,

I get my money,

or entire family

goes in f*cking tub.

♪ ♪

- So Joe was your friend?

[Frank] Don't.

You know, I've worked

in grief therapy.

Next f*cking 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.

f*cking assh*le.

In a buffalo.

- Yeah.

- When you started on that...

I thought you were going

in the tub.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

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?

[Marius] I'll make a list

of tools for her to get.

♪ ♪

At some point, we're gonna

have to open up a buffalo.

♪ ♪

[♪ The Bright Light Social Hour:

"Harder Out Here"]

♪ ♪

[man] ♪ 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 ♪

[all]

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

[all]

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪♪

You really think I'd give you

someone else's passport?

Driver's license?

[sighs] 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. [grunts]

- 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.

[dramatic music]

[trunk lock clicks, creaks]

♪ ♪

Feds.

Subtle as f*ck.

[breathes deeply]

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...

[chuckles] 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.

Oh. 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...

[door closes]

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.

[dramatic music]

I need you.

♪ ♪

[breathes deeply]

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?

Look, 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?

[Otto]

You guys have gotten smarter.

It's bad for the bail bond

business, but...

I just got better lawyers.

[laughs]

[upbeat Latin music playing

over speakers]

So you got my message?

Your mess... message?

What message?

- The one I left with Julia.

- Oh. Uh...

This is the first, uh...

first I'm hearing of it.

Oh. 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.

[chuckles softly]

I tried reaching him

and nothing.

Then this kid shows up,

looking for him.

Something happen?

Uh, well...

long and short of it is

he took an early retirement.

♪ ♪

- Hmm.

[Otto] His kid...

you send him to... to Moe?

He the one that put him

in a hospital?

[Otto] Uh-huh.

His kid's the reason

we're here.

He didn't just bust

Moe's jaw.

♪ ♪

He... he... he took something...

important from him,

and, um...

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.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door bells jingle,

dishes clattering]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

f*ck.

♪ ♪

[exhales sharply]

[Carly] Hi.

- [gasps] Oh, God.

- How are you feeling?

- I'm fine. Why?

- You're not hungover?

- No. [chuckles]

- Ah, youth.

- [chuckles]

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... if it

was important to them.

This was your mom's.

She had a special screwdriver?

[chuckles]

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...

[chuckles] Lila,

she did it all summer long.

Are you gonna read

the screwdriver?

I mean, can you use that to...

contact my mom?

That's why I'm here.

[Otto] That kid's gonna

k*ll someone.

[Sam] 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.

[scoffs] Look, I spent

a day with the little prick!

All right?

I... I... I know.

He wants to be like Daddy.

[stammers] What does, uh...

what business is that of yours?

Okay, look, we find him,

we get the Proclamation,

- and it's done, okay?

- Okay.

You happen to get

his license plate?

No, uh, because I'm old

and stupid.

Of course I got his plate.

Kid's gonna k*ll someone.

[nervous chuckling]

Yeah, well,

maybe whoever it is deserves it.

You ever think about that?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

Valerie Abeyta.

[indistinct conversation on TV,

remote control clicking]

♪ ♪

[clicking continues]

Could you please

stop doing that?

Oh, sorry.

[man on TV]

No, it is not true.

[TV turns off]

- [sighs]

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?

[chuckles]

Depends, uh, what day it is

and who you ask,

but, um...

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

kind of 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.

sh*t, they probably do.

Some days

it'll feel like that.

[remote control clicking]

[clicks tongue]

sh*t.

Batteries must've drained

while I was in jail.

[grunts] Oy.

- What are their names?

- Ellen and Jacob.

- Their father around?

- Uh... [chuckles] Well...

Jacob's is, sort of.

Ellen's dad is in New York,

- or... was.

- Uh-huh.

He represents a, uh,

dark period in my life.

Having Ellen sort of saved me.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

Motherfuck.

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no.

[gasps]

Oh, no, no, no.

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[slot machines ringing,

coins clicking]

[slot machine beeping]

Are you f*cking... come on.

[slot machine beeping]

You got

a f*cking problem, man?

Holy sh*t.

You're that fugitive,

that guy on TV.

- What? No, no, I'm...

- Security!

Escaped convict!

He's getting away!

Aah! Aah!

No, no, no, no, no!

Aah! [whimpers]

[groaning]

We got an hour.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

sh*t, I'm such a klutz.

♪ ♪

[car beeping]

[doorbell rings]

Cookies or Christ,

whatever you're selling,

I ain't buying,

so just please don't...

- Where is she?

- Where is who?

Do not f*ck 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...

Valerie?

Who the hell is Valerie?

...giving me

the legal right to search

anywhere I think

she might be hiding,

so call the cops,

'cause 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.

[window opens]

[dynamic music]

- Hands!

[g*n clicks]

All right.

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

Valerie, Valerie, Valerie.

[sighs, chuckles]

How did you know I was here?

Your magazines. Half the labels

were for this address.

I figured either you steal

your friend Wendy's mail,

or you two are besties.

Holy sh*t.

[chuckles]

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 f*cking toilet.

You do that, you might as well

just pull out your g*n

- and sh**t me right now.

- [scoffs]

Luis is gonna

f*cking k*ll me, okay?

That's why he bonded me out.

Why should I trust you?

[sighs] 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.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Did you skim that money

from Luis?

Of course I skimmed

the money from Luis.

[sighs] 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.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

f*ck.

[man] Tough way to fish,

catching 'em

with your bare hands.

Who's there?

[man] I guess you could call

me sort of a bridge troll.

You got a...

got a name, bridge troll?

Rusty.

You?

- Bob.

- You fishing, Bob?

Nah, actually,

I'm looking for something

my girlf... well...

my ex-girlfriend

thought it would be hilarious

to throw off the bridge.

What kind of something

are we looking for?

- A watch.

- Watch?

I don't want to know

what you did to piss her off.

[sighs] Actually, Rusty,

I'm getting kind of thirsty.

You want to 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... the river's so low,

it'll be easy to spot.

I got time.

Besides, I got a knack

for finding stuff.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

sh*t.

sh*t? sh*t what?

- The BMW.

- f*ck!

♪ ♪

Oh, f*ck.

You're gonna get me

f*cking k*lled.

I know how to lose a tail.

[cell phone beeps]

[line trilling]

♪ ♪

- What do you want me to do?

- I want you to k*ll her.

I know, but do you want

to wait for night?

[Luis] I want you to wait

until she stops

and sh**t her with your g*n!

- What about the blonde?

- [sighs]

- Only if you have to.

[phone beeps]

[gasps softly]

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 you want.

The... 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 okay.

I don't know.

I guess I...

want to know

what her favorite color was,

what kind of music

she listened to,

what she'd think of me.

Her favorite color

was the blue green

of a swimming pool at night,

and her favorite songwriter

was Elvis Costello,

and she would've thought

that you were smart

and pretty and funny.

[solemn music]

I guess what I really want

is something that...

...you can't give me.

I want to hear

her voice.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing]

[clicks tongue]

You should get that.

Oh, no, I don't know

that number.

I don't want

to answer it if...

No, but I know it.

It's Julia.

[Luka] How does it go?

- It's going good.

Marius is putting together

his team.

[chuckles]

It's like "Ocean's 11."

Is he getting tiny Chinese men

to fit inside box?

I don't think so.

- Okay.

[phone beeps]

f*ck.

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.

[chuckles] Okay.

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... how long have you had

the Roosevelt?

- I'm sorry?

- The Teddy Roosevelt buffalo.

How long have you had it?

Oh, you don't kn...

she doesn't know. [chuckles]

[chuckling derisively]

She doesn't know.

Thi... this buffalo was felled

by the 26th President

of the United States,

Theodore Roosevelt.

[chuckles]

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 forehoof,

you can see where

he carved his initials,

T.R., 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.

20 years ago,

it would've been worth $30,000,

but now it's... it's upwards

of $100,000 to $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 remodeled.

And during that time,

uh, have you ever had it checked

for hard-shell beetle larvae?

Uh...

Suzanne?

Can I call you Suzanne?

[chuckles] Sure.

This... this buffalo

has all the telltale signs

of a hard-shell

beetle infestation.

That sounds bad.

Yeah. Oh, that's bad.

You better believe it's bad.

[tires squeal]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Sorry to drag you into this,

but apparently

you're the only Bernhardt

who answers their g*dd*mn phone.

I'm always happy to assist

in a little tail drop.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing]

[cell phone beeps]

- What?

- Uh, nothing.

[cell phone clatters]

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 to 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.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Salaam alaikum.

You know how she lost you?

There was a second car.

- They did a ditch-and-switch.

- Who the f*ck are you?

Your replacement, slick.

You're not gonna be

able to do this job.

[mouths word]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

- Come on, man.

It's no fun disposing

of a body.

Just open the door.

♪ ♪

[car door opens]

- 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!

[door slams]

- [screams]

- [cheering on TV]

[pounding on door]

What the f*ck?

[speaking Montenegrin]

It's her.

[door closes]

- Her who?

This f*cking Maggie Murphy.

- Huh.

[door opens]

[chuckling]

- Huh?

[door closes]

Where's my money?

It's close.

You'll have it soon.

Why are you here?

I need to rent a unit.

[chuckles, speaks Montenegrin]

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 f*cking hotel?

People try to stay here, I...

I... 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.

[speaking Montenegrin]

Eh, because

you f*cking robbed it.

[Maggie chuckles]

[Bako] Boss...

Why don't we bring girl here,

and we can, uh...?

Bako make good point.

Your niece,

she will be around here

sometimes

to be checking in on the skip.

So, if you f*ck up

and don't bring me my money,

it's shorter trip to tub

for niece.

Ugh, come on, get in.

In, in, in.

[sighs]

There's no chair.

[sighs] Sit on your back.

Well, what... what am I supposed

to do when the light goes off?

I don't know.

You had a yoga studio.

Shavasana?

[door creaking, rumbling]

[Valerie] What the f*ck?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[truck horn honks]

Ow. [gasps]

Oh! [gasping]

Where the f*ck is Marius?

- He's in the city.

- He's not in the f*cking city.

- Uh...

- Tell me, or I k*ll you...

I don't know.

...after I k*ll

your f*cking niece.

♪ ♪

[exhales deeply]

♪ ♪

[car door opens]

[Julia exhales deeply]

Unit number, passcode,

lock combination.

- Thank you so much.

- It's okay.

So that guy

who was following me,

he's, um, probably gonna be

on your tail again.

Uh, okay, I'll get someone else

to resupply her.

[exhales deeply]

Do you have a g*n?

Uh... I do.

Um, it's not loaded, though.

I... I... I almost, um,

sh*t this guy a few days ago.

Mm-hmm. Load it.

[engine turning over,

car beeping]

♪ ♪

Well, most of the damage

is done in the larval phase,

which... which means...

[stammers]

Basically the... the beetles

lay their eggs on the mounts,

in... in this case,

uh, your beautiful and...

and... and valuable bison.

Uh, and the... the larvae

feed off the hair,

until they pupate

and grow into adult beetles,

which then lay their eggs.

And... 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. Yeah, it'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 sh*t.

...cor... corpuscles?

Yeah. Yeah, it gets into

the ventilation system.

You know how contagion spreads.

It's... 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 sh*t.

Mm-hmm. Is this something

that you could treat for us?

- Yeah, it takes about an hour.

- Oh...

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.

- Mm-hmm.

Right?

But we're on vacation,

and the, uh...

Well, what would you say

to a comp

in the Honeymoon Suite?

- Uh...

- [scoffs] Seriously?

If you'll fix the buffalo,

spray it or whatever.

What do you think?

If they throw in

a stack of chips.

[chuckles]

[Taylor groans]

[grunts]

Ah! f*ck!

People really treat this river

like a f*cking dump.

[exhales sharply] 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. Hmm?

You find the watch, you keep it.

[chuckles] Just be glad

she didn't cut your d*ck off

and throw that off the bridge.

[chuckles]

You saw someone's d*ck

get thrown off the bridge?

Nah.

Though, uh,

the other night...

someone tossed this.

[tense music]

You looking for this?

Come on, now, son,

you ain't looking for no watch.

You want it?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

You k*ll somebody with it?

- No.

- Did somebody else?

♪ ♪

- They deserve it?

- [exhales sharply]

Oh, Rusty, I don't...

I don't know

who deserves what anymore.

♪ ♪

[Audrey]

What happened?

He gave me the g*n.

Oh...

He could identify you.

No, nobody knows

that I threw it in the river.

There'd be no...

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 g*n now?

The hit man.

The one your grandfather hired

to put a hit on himself?

What about him?

I'm gonna bury the g*n

with the body.

- Oh... [squeals]

- I'm gonna call in a tip,

ho... hope that the g*n

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?

[softly] Grandma...

...just sit tight.

And if what you do

doesn't work...

- It's gonna work.

- If it doesn't...

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.

Well, okay, then.

I'm gonna find out

what Maggie and Pete are up to.

Grandma...

I have to do something.

Okay.

- Hey.

[Maggie] 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.

[cell phone beeps]

[indistinct chatter,

telephones ringing]

Do you know the guy who said

you were a fugitive?

[sniffs] Huh?

[sniffs]

Just wondering if it's

a friend or something,

somebody trying

to f*ck with you.

No, I've never seen the guy

before in my life. [sniffs]

Where are you

a fugitive from exactly?

You know, I... I...

I ain't got to tell you sh*t.

Buddy, I am just

trying to help you.

Okay, yeah.

[scoffs]

There is no one

matching your description

listed as a fugitive.

[dramatic music]

What?

♪ ♪

Oh, you son of a bitch, Marius.

What?

♪ ♪

I got to get out of here.

Until I understand

what's going on,

you're not going anywhere.

No, no.

I know my rights, okay?

Unless I'm under arrest

or you're gonna charge me

with a crime,

you've got to let me go.

So come on,

take the cuffs off. Come on.

♪ ♪

Okay, yeah.

♪ ♪

If anybody gets close,

just tell 'em

it's toxic within five feet.

[clears throat]

[indistinct chatter,

telephones ringing]

[Roby]

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...

[chuckles]

General Tso's chicken,

shrimp fried rice,

and a hot and sour soup.

- Winslow's takeout order.

- Ah.

- You cracked the case.

- Wide open.

Uh, 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?

[chuckles]

Ah, you'll say anything,

won't ya?

If you don't want to talk

about it...

You know I don't want to talk

about it,

and yet you asked

the question.

To what f*cking end?

Three months looking for you,

Luka comes to me.

Says he doesn't trust Joe.

I say,

"Joe's a little hotheaded,

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."

And that's it.

That's all I said.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing]

- It's my father.

- On speaker.

[cell phone beeps]

- Hey, Dad.

[Otto] Where are you?

Uh... just running an errand.

In the, uh,

state of Connecticut?

Yeah, Dad.

[chuckles]

Can you come for dinner?

- Not tonight.

- Tomorrow?

Dad, have you discussed this

with Mom at all?

Look, I do not need to run

everything by your mother.

Oh, you almost sound

convincing when you said that.

[chuckles] Did I?

- Well, I was trying.

- [chuckles] 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.

[rock music playing over radio]

♪ ♪

You hadn't seen your family

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...

[man] There you go, Sammy.

- Thank you.

...hit man's son

is Colin McCann.

Lives with his dad,

the late David McCann,

at 2574 Beachwood.

♪ ♪

[box cutter tapping on buffalo]

- [grunts]

[tent zipping open]

Don't...

don't come in here!

You're inhaling the fumes!

You have to

come out of the tent.

Let's go, now.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm in the middle

of a very delicate

procedure here,

and I...

[tent zips close]

[dramatic music]

Is there something

you want to tell me?

What... what did she say to you?

I told her

you're a con artist.

Oh, really? Really?

Okay, what else did she say?

She said you're trying

to steal the buffalo.

Okay, 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.

[Marius]

Can I talk to you for a second?

Can I just talk to you

for one second over here?

No. No, no, I... I'm gonna...

I'm gonna talk to her

in private,

you f*cking stalker.

Not you. I'm sorry.

Can I just talk to you

for one second?

Look, I don't...

I... 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, mm-hmm.

Tell Suzanne how Crazy Andrea

has been trying to

make our lives miserable.

I thought we weren't gonna

use words like "crazy" anymore.

Okay, I know, I know.

Look at my hand. I'm shaking.

- I know, baby. I'm sorry.

- [clears throat]

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...

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.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- You know what? I'm gonna...

I... I'm gonna talk to her

for one second.

We're gonna... I'm gonna get

Dr. Zeltzer on the phone,

and then... then hopefully

I'll finish the buffalo.

Okay, 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... you know, I was... I...

I talked to this

homeless guy today.

[mumbles] And, uh...

[muffled] Mmm. Good.

- There we go, hmm?

- Thanks.

And he seemed like

such a smart guy, you know?

Sharp, sense of humor.

Could've been anything.

Could've been a...

Here.

...a teacher or accountant.

Or a cop?

I was gonna say detective.

The point is, he was a really

regular guy, you know,

and I cou... I couldn't

help think, "What the...

what the hell happened,"

you know?

What went wrong for this guy?

Mmm. [munching]

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...

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- It just get cold out here?

- No, it was...

Family business rival.

The guy's a total d*ck.

♪ ♪

He's certainly punching

above his weight class.

♪ ♪

So that's who it is.

♪ ♪

What?

Who Bowman's f*cking.

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.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

- God...

- What the f*ck 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 f*cking 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.

Okay, let me see

your phone.

I... the f*cking phone

is in the car.

Listen, we still have

a chance here.

We... we got to 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 k*ll us all

if he doesn't get his money.

The people on the phone?

I thought all that "never get

attached" talk was just a pose.

- That's cold.

- Listen, the fam...

the family 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.

We can't give him the money.

What do you...

what do you mean?

Well, what about...

what about your vision?

My vision changed

the... 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?

- Yeah, but in this vision,

we get to keep the money.

[Frank] Hey!

- Oh, God.

What the f*ck

is he doing here?

Uh, look, it was either bring

him, or Julia dies, okay?

You were supposed to

bring him outside.

- I... I tried, Frank.

- Wow, hey.

Why don't we take

a walk together, huh?

No, no, don't. You said that you

wouldn't hurt him, Frank.

- I'm a bad guy. I lie.

[Pete] Mom!

Hey, Ma.

Mmm.

[mumbles]

Hi.

Hi. Oh, my God, you look older.

[chuckles] You don't.

[exhales sharply]

Give me one second, okay?

Marius...

Pete, how you doing...

- [groans]

[Maggie] Oh, my God!

That's for making me think

I was a fugitive.

- Stop it! God!

- assh*le.

- [gasps]

[Gina] Who are you?

[breathing heavily]

Okay.

Listen...

listen, we all want

the money, right?

[cell phone buzzes]

The fumigation con

isn't dead yet,

so let's just go get

the f*cking money.

Kwahu says we have to

go to the casino.

Who the f*ck is Kwahu?

He... he... he's been

watching the buffalo.

You think I was the only one?

[chuckles]

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. Where you going?

- Wait!

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[slot machine alarm wailing]

♪ ♪

All right, 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.

[slot machines beeping]

Suzanne.

Hey, I'm sorry about that.

Uh... 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... 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?

Okay, so, when...

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...

[slot machines beeping]

♪ ♪

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.

♪ ♪