How to Make a k*lling (2026)

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Open 15.

Hey, get up!

You got a visitor. Look alive.

Becket.

I'm Father James Morris,

one of the chaplains here.

How are you feeling today?

Cheesecake?

No, thank you.

You know,

I ordered vanilla

and they brought me chocolate.

k*ll me now.

So, Father, appreciate you

coming down here,

but I'm fine.

Well, forgive me,

but most people

in your position

feel a bit differently.

Well, I'd argue

most people in my position,

most people, in general,

lack my sense of clarity,

presence of mind.

I don't mean to overstep,

but, um, this may be

the last opportunity

you have to speak to anyone.

Is there nothing

you'd like to share?

You know

why I'm here, right?

- I know a little.

- Well, it's not true.

The real story,

it's much more...

impressive.

Do you want

to tell me about it?

Well...

I should warn you...

it's a tragedy.

And it doesn't even

start with me.

Funny enough,

it starts with someone else.

And by that I mean, my mother.

...has completely

forgotten how to play.

...Mary Estella Redfellow.

Longtime resident

of Huntington, Long Island,

an heiress

to a family fortune

valued then at 18,

19 billion US dollars.

Thank you.

Now,

there's a rumor out there

that money

doesn't buy happiness.

Dead wrong.

Money does buy happiness.

We're all adults here.

Let's move on.

I'm told that the night

she met my father

was a night like any other.

And by that, I mean

she was young, rich.

What could ever go wrong?

What time is it?

Oh, my God!

- What?

- Oh, my God,

-I have to go right now.

-You gotta go now?

Bye.

What are you doing?

- I have to go.

- Okay.

I applaud you

for telling us.

That being said,

I think you know

what has to happen.

I'm 18.

Tragically.

No.

This should be my decision.

This should be me.

All right.

You can either get rid of it

or do what you like.

But not here.

Not under this roof.

In this way, she went

from being Mary Redfellow

of Huntington, New York...

...to Mary Redfellow

of Belleville, New Jersey.

Breathe.

You're doing well.

Breathe.

I can't. No, no.

BECKET My father saw me

only once...

Oh, my God!

...which was enough to give

him a pulmonary embolism

right there at Jersey City

Memorial Hospital.

...a vehicle that we haven't

seen before...

My mother

was left alone

to work at the Newark

Department of Motor Vehicles.

Pretty soon, she told me

something important.

In the painting...

We may have been

kicked out of the family,

but we weren't kicked

out of the inheritance.

See, my grandfather had

drawn up an irrevocable trust

to avoid paying estate taxes.

It meant that the fortune,

the whole thing,

the real estate,

the boats, the planes,

an island or two,

would be passed down

to the next oldest in line,

no matter what.

And me, being the youngest,

I might inherit

the entire thing someday,

assuming I outlive the others.

I just had to wait.

For all of them to die.

Now a single mother

doing it all herself,

you might assume

life was tough, but...

...I'll tell you now...

'Cause they all sound

the same once you...

...despite our

financial handicap,

she made sure I had all

the culture, class, and style

of a highborn young man.

So when it goes,

it goes through the target.

See how much

of a difference that makes?

Mmm-hmm.

- See?

You just open up

your shoulders.

That is so much better.

Okay.

That was

the first time...

the first time I saw her.

Julia Steinway.

Right off, I could see

we were the perfect match.

And clearly, I wasn't wrong.

This was, without a doubt,

a girl of great

social bearing, taste, charm.

What's next?

The big one?

I was

in the right place.

What are you doing here?

Your mom invited me.

Where do you live?

Belleville Township.

Do you live on the street?

What?

I heard people

there live on the street.

I don't live on the street.

And I mean, I won't

be there forever

because I'm supposed

to inherit

a lot of money

or something, so...

A lot of money, huh?

Are you trying to impress me?

It's okay if you are.

Next, we have Lyle Archdale!

It's all right.

Everyone, it's okay.

Lyle, can you see?

Just keep playing.

Hey, Becket.

Can you come with me?

Well, my mother was young...

which is why

she hadn't paid attention

to the symptoms at first.

Doctors either.

And the family, um,

I'm sure they knew.

I'm sure they could've helped.

But nothing.

Not one single word.

Becket,

this is all wrong.

What's all wrong?

You should have

more than this.

Something was taken from you.

And I want you

to promise me something.

Will you do that?

Okay.

Promise me...

that you won't quit...

until you have

the right kind of life.

Until you have

the kind of life

that you deserve to have.

That I raised you to have.

Can you do that for me?

"The right kind of life."

What did she mean by that?

Her final request

was to be buried

at the Redfellow Mausoleum

on the family plot

in Huntington.

We are

gathered here...

When no answer came,

she arrived

at her final resting place

just off the parkway

in East Orange.

And Jesus tells us,

"I am the way,

"the truth, and the life.

"He who has faith..."

Or she indeed...

In that moment,

I made up my mind.

Right then and there.

I would go straight

to the source

and demand my rightful place

at my rightful home.

"We hope this finds you well."

After that, I enjoyed

a brief and colorful tour

of the New Jersey

foster care system.

As for Julia,

I saw her less and less...

until finally...

never at all.

And I had to wonder

if we crossed paths again,

who would I be?

A great success?

Or no?

Anyway, many years

later, I found myself working

a perfectly respectable job,

the kind where you wear a suit

to the office every day.

- Morning.

- You're early.

Yes, sir.

Uh, why don't you jump on that

order from uptown, please?

Upper West.

I still kept track

of the Redfellows

and the estate.

Sadly, their mortality rate

was irritatingly low.

And I'd pretty much accepted

that I'd never see

a penny of the fortune.

Not in this lifetime, anyway.

And maybe that was fine.

Becket?

No f*cking way!

- Wow.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Hi!

Yeah. Wow.

Oh, my...

I can't believe it's you.

I can't believe

it's me either. How...

-Wow.

-What's with the, uh...

Are you in

the Secret Service or...

Oh.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

Can't really talk

about it.

So, are you living

in the city now?

Yeah, I do. I do.

A little...

- A little outside of it.

- Oh.

Um, are you still in...

What was it?

Belleville Township.

- Right.

- So...

You're still there?

How about you? Are you...

What, are you still

in Montclair?

Yeah. I was in London

for a while and then Dubai,

but now I'm back in

the old country.

Wow. Well...

I mean, I'd...

I'd love to properly

catch up if...

you want to grab

a drink sometime?

That'd be great.

But the timing's

sort of, um...

Just the timing.

Sure.

Sure.

It was great

to see you.

I'm glad

you're still like this.

Like... Like what?

Just like yourself.

Oh, um...

Whatever happened to

the Redfellow family fortune?

I'll inherit it.

Someday.

Well, call me

when you've k*lled them all.

Lyle,

Becket's inside there.

- Becket?

- Do you remember Becket

from school?

Of course he works here.

Promise me

that you won't quit...

until you have

the right kind of life.

There were

seven of them.

Seven Redfellows

walking the earth

while my mother

lay cold in the ground

and I lived in a duplex.

If I were to prune

a few branches

of the family tree,

where would I start?

-Taylor Exeter Redfellow.

-Thank you very much.

Broker at his father's

financial service firm.

My cousin wasn't

just easy to find,

he was hard to avoid

once you got anywhere

near the Financial District.

Wish somebody would tell me

I'm fine

Losing my sight

Losing my mind

Wish somebody

would tell...

Even if I did it,

how would I do it?

And what then?

Would I collapse in regret?

Turn myself in?

Let's face it,

who am I kidding?

I couldn't possibly be capable

of something like that.

Yo, let me

grab you for a minute.

I don't...

I don't think I understand.

We just think

you might be happier.

If I transferred

to Jersey City?

It's closer to where you live.

-They have parking.

-Parking.

Are you talking about

the shipping center?

All right. Vic's kid

dropped out of school.

You're giving my job to

the owner's 19-year-old kid?

I'm not doing

anything, man.

This wasn't my idea.

I don't want to work

in a warehouse.

It's inconvenient

for me, too, okay?

- Help me out.

- Darryl.

- Please?

- I'm good at this.

-I work hard, I show up.

-I know, I know.

Shouldn't that sort of thing

be rewarded?

Bro,

this is ridiculous!

Holy sh*t!

Come on, man.

-Are you gonna f*cking do it?

-I'm f*cking ready.

-Come on!

-I'm f*cking ready!

- Go!

- Let's go!

-I'm doing it!

-Let's f*cking go!

Yeah!

Yeah! Pick it up.

You're still poor, assholes!

- Whoa!

- Whoo!

Yeah!

Eat the money!

Hey!

Just like before,

my cousin was easy to find.

I didn't have a plan exactly,

but the proverbial

and literal doors

were wide open.

World Star,

m*therf*cker!

Could this be

my opportunity

to get Taylor alone?

At this point,

I could have gone home and...

maybe I would have

on a different day, but...

as the Bible says,

"The journey

of a thousand miles

"begins with a single step."

-Does the Bible say that?

-No.

Oh.

Oh, thank God.

They put f*cking low ethanol

in the engine.

Get the anchor.

Call f*cking Baywatch.

Call David-f*cking-Hasselhoff.

It's my boat.

Ah, f*ck.

My helicopter.

That's my jet ski.

Time out.

I gotta take a minute,

think this through.

Process what

I'm actually doing here,

and if I'm carrying

this out...

Wait.

Who are you?

I'm Becket.

Whoa!

By God.

Was that it?

Was it that easy?

I hate to say yes,

but it is true.

And if the whole thing

gave you a strange thrill...

Well, I guess you and I

have something in common.

Anyway...

can you believe I

attended the funeral?

Excuse me.

Are you Warren Redfellow?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm... I'm so sorry

for your loss.

Thanks.

I'm not sure I, uh...

I'm not sure

I know your name.

I'm Becket.

Mary's son. I'm your nephew.

You're f*cking with me.

Eighteen years old,

she had the guts to stand up

to the son of a b*tch.

None of us could've done it.

Not me, at least.

I should've kept

in better touch.

Been part of her life,

part of your life.

I wish I would've gotten

a chance to know Taylor.

He seemed like a...

I'm sorry.

-Don't apologize.

-It's... No.

Don't apologize. Really.

You know who did it to him?

Huh?

I assure you,

that's not the case.

I wasn't there.

When he was coming up...

And I knew damn well that

he was going off the handle

with the cars

and the prescription.

Anyway...

what do you do, Becket?

Oh!

Yeah,

it's been in the family

since La Guardia

was in office.

I think every financial crisis

for the last 100 years

started in the boardroom.

I was here for two of 'em.

All right,

welcome to the inner sanctum.

- There, take a seat.

- Well, this is nice.

I got this bottle

from d*ck Cheney.

Better be good.

You know, we got Taylor's spot

downstairs and...

Keep your head down,

ears open.

Yeah. I'm not even

remotely qualified.

- No sh*t. It's nepotism.

- I just don't...

He wasn't even

remotely qualified, either.

Neither was I at one point.

I guess the question is...

would it be right?

Becket, truth is,

I should've helped you out

a long time ago, and I didn't.

So let me do it now.

This was

never the plan.

But I did need a job.

Other than that, you just

gotta save your receipts,

all right? If you don't do it,

then I can't help you.

This is your home

for the next while.

- Okay.

- Get going.

Hey, man,

you already got this on email,

but here's the hard copy.

It goes up to 543,

so you should be able

- to hit 700 by close, right?

- What?

You can't let that ring.

You gotta answer it.

Answer it.

Hello? How do you...

- How do you answer it?

- The blue one.

- The blue?

- Yeah.

-There's no blue.

-No, it didn't devalue.

Now, I won't bore you

with the details.

But I will say this,

the wealthiest people

in New York

don't actually make

any money whatsoever.

They keep a percentage

of what other people make,

which is a far more

adaptable way of living

and one better suited

to my overall disposition.

That's all liquid.

I'm talking about debt.

In the first week alone,

I learned the language.

Collateral, dividend,

-deduction, kicker...

-Okay, but I...

...bailing, bootstrapping,

closure, clawback,

lying, cheating,

tailing, trickery.

I finally had a real job,

and I could use the education.

I might have a fortune

of my own to manage

someday soon enough.

Someday soon enough.

Hello?

Is this Becket Redfellow,

the new hire at W&R?

Apologies, who's asking?

I hope

this isn't a bad time.

No. No.

Uh, how is married life?

We just got back

from our honeymoon.

Wow. Greece? Maldives?

Florida.

Oh.

Remember that time

you asked me out last year?

You were folding khaki pants,

looking sad and pathetic?

Doesn't ring a bell.

I didn't mind.

You know?

In case you felt embarrassed.

You could even

try again sometime.

See what happens.

Try... Try again?

See what happens.

Do you wanna...

Do you wanna grab

a drink sometime?

Well, no.

I'm married.

No, I... No, I... I know.

I mean, I just didn't...

But I hope we run into

each other sometime soon.

I always get

so much out of it.

Let's go! Come on!

Perfect!

Anyway, who's next?

Ooh!

Be like me!

Hello, Internet.

I'm Noah Redfellow.

This is my domicile.

And, like,

what would you say

are the main struggles

as an artist these days?

Probably, like,

imposter syndrome.

- Okay.

- Not me for myself,

but, like, from other

people about me,

where they're like,

"He's not...

"He's like... you're full

of sh*t," or whatever.

And it's like, "No, dude."

That's f*ck'

imposter syndrome.

- Do you have a day job?

- A day job? Yeah.

Artist.

Now, I can't say I was

a professional at this point,

but I had a bit

more confidence

than the first time around.

Enough to know

that you can, in fact,

get away with m*rder

and even get rewarded for it.

Super voyeuristic,

right?

It's like the artist,

you know,

is making us an accomplice.

Making us complicit.

It's just so genius.

-The artist, huh?

-Yeah.

I'm sorry to ask this,

you're not...

You're not Noah Redfellow,

are you?

I don't know. Am I?

Oh, I'm just...

- I'm just a huge fan.

- Wow.

Yeah, I get a lot of that.

I... I try not to come around

too much on Fridays

'cause, you know,

people be on me.

Yeah, no, no, no.

I don't want to bother you.

-I'm sorry. Yeah.

-No, no, no. You know...

You know what I mean? Like...

You know, this next part

may sound kinda crazy.

I think you and I

actually may be cousins.

- What?

- I know.

So... so, you grew up

in Newark?

-Newark, yeah.

-Nice, dude!

That is grimy as f*ck!

I mean, sure.

Yo, do you develop?

-Uh, what? Do I...

-Do you...

Do you develop,

like, your photos?

Oh, um...

No, not... not really.

No, man. You've gotta develop.

It drives me f*cking crazy!

You know, no one develops,

and it's like, okay,

-if you're totally broke.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I get it.

Or if you don't have space.

Oh, f*ck! Okay, um,

kick that beer.

Kick... kick the beer?

Yeah, kick the beer.

Go ahead. Yeah!

- Like... Like that?

- Yeah, nice.

Dude, that's us.

We're all just f*cking

drunk girls at a party.

We don't know what's going on.

Huh?

This whole sh*t was made

by a company in Lithuania

out of, uh, recycled

toothbrushes or tampons, or...

It's, uh, medical.

You smoke?

-Uh, no.

-No?

Ooh, I'm dyin'.

Mm.

Yo, you really want to know

what we're doing up here?

What?

I got

the old lady thinking

I quit this sh*t in April

but I obviously did not,

and so now I'm just in a shack

like the f*cking Unabomber

just... ...smoking,

you know?

-sh*t.

-It's all fun and games

until they turn 30,

and then they start

asking for sh*t, right?

-Am I right?

-For... for sure, yeah.

For sure.

That's what I'm saying.

Hello?

Mm, f*ck.

Speak of the devil.

Um...

You can keep a secret, right?

We're family?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Hey.

I thought you weren't

coming home till later.

Nice to see you, too, babe.

Oh.

- Come on, man. For real?

- What?

It was literally, like,

one or two puffs.

- Two puffs? Really?

- That's literally

- all it was.

- Dude.

Because I was...

I had to because I was showing

Beckham, this dude,

right here.

Uh, I... I met him

at the show,

and he's my cousin,

apparently.

- What?

- He's my f*cking cousin.

Hey. I'm Ruth.

Becket.

His name is Becket,

not Beckham. I'm sorry.

Yo, I'm so hungry

I could literally eat Sbarro.

-Can we order something?

-Yeah.

Come on. He's just gonna try

and photograph you naked.

So don't do that.

- So you work in finance?

- Yeah, I... I do.

Why?

What do you mean?

I... I just mean

do you like it or...

Uh...

- Sure, I... I think so.

- Mmm.

- Suspiciously long pause.

- Well, it's hard work.

It's...

It's gonna pay off

at some point. I like that.

Oh. What happens then?

What happens

when it pays off?

-Right.

-It... it pays off.

What?

Right, but what happens?

What is happening?

We're just...

You're being weird

with our guest.

No, I'm just...

I'm... I'm sorry.

-I'm just curious.

-No, no, no, no, no.

No, no,

you're being weird.

We mustn't be weird

with our guest.

-We're having a conversation.

-You're being a weird dude.

-Okay.

-She's from, uh, Philadelphia.

-So...

-What... What do you do?

I, uh, I work in denim.

She saw Cardi B naked once.

-Right? Tell him.

-Okay, for the record,

I am changing careers.

I'm actually...

I'm getting my teaching

credential right now.

Teaching?

- High school lit.

- High school is not lit.

She's gonna make me wake up

at 6:00 a.m. every morning

because of her alarm,

and then I will microwave

my own head

to k*ll myself

just to get some relief.

Okay.

So high school lit,

what books will you teach?

What do you...

- Dickens, Conrad.

- Okay.

A Tale of Two Cities?

Uh, David Copperfield.

Well, then you must

know that the...

the actual title of the book

is not David Copperfield.

The Personal History,

Adventures, Experience,

- and Observations of David...

- David Copperfield

the Younger

of Blunderstone Rookery...

Which He Never Meant

to Publish on Any Account.

Are you guys

having a virgin-off?

What the f*ck is this?

"I'm David Copperfield.

"- I'm just a nerd. I'm a nerd.

- I...

"Cut off my d*ck.

I don't use it anymore."

Guys, I gotta go.

I just realized

I hate both of you.

Well, it was nice to meet ya.

You as well.

Do you wanna come back

for dinner on Thursday?

We're having a...

-a group thing.

-Sure.

-Cool.

-Okay.

- Uh, bye.

- Uh...

-I'll... I'll text you. Yeah.

-All right.

All right, all right.

Adjustable markets,

right? Let's see...

This was a new

situation altogether.

Because let's face it,

the first time,

I'd gotten lucky.

This time,

I would need a plan.

A real plan.

People are gonna

figure it out.

- But what?

- It's a g*dd*mn,

- you know, time b*mb.

- Yeah, it is.

San Francisco

is the worst city

in the United States.

- Why?

- It's pretentious.

There

is no there there.

It's gentrified.

There's too many

art school drop-outs.

I think it's a great place.

If... if you have kids,

you have the ocean.

You've got the mountains.

Do you want kids?

I don't know. Maybe.

Cool. I get it.

What about you?

-Kids? Oh.

-Yeah.

I mean,

I don't hate kids, but...

Wait. I hate kids.

- I hate kids.

- Yeah.

I hate 'em.

Uh, I mean, you know, not,

like, Eastern European kids.

- Like, like, like...

- Oh, my God. What?

Well, they're very quiet

because they're traumatized

and they work very hard,

I think.

What?

- Who told you this?

- Frankles.

How? What do you mean,

like, sun exposure?

The whole thing

was simple enough in theory.

Add sulphur

and potassium chloride

to photographic stop bath

and you've essentially

made dynamite.

They'd think poor Noah

made a bad choice

in cleaning supplies.

Such as the bottle they'd find

under the kitchen sink

right behind the vinegar.

The final ingredient

would be a single spark

and no one would ever question

where that came from.

Um, where's, um...

-What's his name?

-Yeah. Uh, I'll check.

-I'll check.

-Oh, no, no. Let me check.

-I love that guy.

-Okay.

What...

What is his name, though?

-Becket. Yeah.

-Becket?

Yo, Bagel? You fall in?

Whoa.

You caught me.

Caught you doing what?

I'm sorry.

I couldn't help myself.

- Hey, well...

- I know.

You just had to have it.

I had to have it.

It's too good.

Well...

"To Bagel...

"Love White Basquiat."

Okay. Okay, sounds good.

- Get home safe.

- Bye, guys.

Bye, you guys.

Drink water.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you for coming.

- See ya later.

- Thanks for having us.

- Great seeing you.

- Good to see you.

If I didn't know any better...

I'd say you're trying

to get me alone.

Mm.

That's a little outrageous,

by the way.

The timing.

I mean,

we fall for each other,

the boyfriend ends up dead.

Might as well call

the sheriff myself, but...

The clock was set.

And it was about

eight minutes later when...

Do you have

any sympathy lilies?

I wanted nothing more

than to pick up

where we left off, but...

I had to give her time.

Making a move too quickly

would be pretty ungentlemanly,

given the situation.

And surely, she needed

some time to recover and...

- Excuse me.

- Ah, sh*t.

- Hi.

- Hi.

-Is it Becket?

-Yes.

I'm Agent Pinfield.

I'm with the FBI.

This is my partner,

Agent Matthews.

-Hi.

-How you doing?

Great.

So you are an heir

to the estate,

is that correct?

The...

The Redfellow estate?

No. Uh, not to my knowledge.

Not that you're aware of?

Well, my mom, she, um...

I guess she

grew up a Redfellow.

They had a falling out. Um...

But you came to the funeral.

Well, I'm a friend of Noah.

Uh, I... I was.

God, I, uh, yeah,

I was friends with Noah.

So you're not set

to inherit anything?

Look, I... I work a 9 to 5

like you guys. If I...

I mean,

if I were set to inherit,

what, $10 billion,

I think I'd change my hours.

Me too.

Sorry, do you mind

if I ask what...

what this is all about?

Sure. When, um,

two family members

die like this in a row

the bureau

has certain protocols.

Okay.

You all know

what they say,

you gotta be the meanest

son of a b*tch on the block?

Well, here I am talking

about a kid

who got himself off the floor

by being a decent human being.

Started at the mail desk

10 months ago.

I think some of you

gave him sh*t, by the way.

Lucky I'm not naming

names, Johan.

Seriously, we all like it

when a good guy

makes a little progress.

Anyway, my man,

he's got a client already,

so let's get

back to work, huh?

You can

take your drinks with you.

I won't tell the boss,

I promise.

Tell me something.

Does he really think

you got here by hard work?

You're his nephew,

for Christ sake.

I'd invite you to stay,

but I have a client.

I am your client.

I need a loan.

You know my husband inherited

his father's brokerage,

but he didn't inherit

his father's talent

for running a brokerage.

I didn't know how bad

the bleeding had gotten

because he never told me,

so now I'm here...

and...

I'm not telling him.

You know

this isn't a bank, right?

Well, this would be

a special case, wouldn't it?

- How much do you need?

- Not a fortune.

But enough.

Well, I have relationships.

I can go through

the proper channels.

- God.

- We'd have to do

a background check.

Sounds so official.

What did you have in mind?

I don't know.

Maybe something

under the table.

Julia...

Mmm-hmm?

Um, I just...

Love the office,

by the way.

Those are my keys.

Look...

We should talk again,

and I wouldn't wait too long.

The opportunity might grow

legs and walk out the door.

Just one more thing, though.

Have you heard

about the Redfellows?

What about 'em?

Taylor? Noah?

I wonder who's next?

If I were you,

I might be nervous.

I'll expect to hear from you.

Until then,

I'm sure

you'll make a k*lling.

It was

probably nothing.

Either way,

my style of m*rder so far

had very little style at all.

I needed to be more careful.

- Hey, Ethan.

- Yes, sir.

Weird question.

Are you, like, a 40 regular?

Am I what?

Yes, yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes, yes, yes!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

The next Redfellow

in line was a true outlier.

I mean, they were all

extreme personalities

but only one had managed

to build something like this.

Whatever this was.

Does He interfere

with your will?

- No!

- No. Uh-uh.

Does capital "H," He ,

do all the work for you?

No!

You gotta

will your own, right?

Guess why.

That's the way He made you.

Now two

was a coincidence.

Three,

that would be a pattern.

That's yours.

But Steven Redfellow

had no shortage of enemies.

The man had been indicted

in two different countries

for money laundering,

and let's not forget

the lawsuit

with his former

business manager.

The crossroads, yet again.

So if Steven ended up

in a dumpster somewhere...

perhaps

it would be God's will.

...dicking us around.

Yeah.

Look, nobody doesn't

call you for three days

and thinks you're

a priority, okay?

No. No, they're

pulling our leg, man.

Oh. Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, that's 'cause

they're in real estate, Jason.

All right, look.

Uh, I gotta bounce.

I will hit you back later,

all right?

All right, peace.

Whoo! I just get so fricken

hyped on first Sundays, right?

-Oh, come on.

-Oh.

Ben Johnson,

Midwest Christian Magazine.

Oh, come on.

I know who you are. Please.

Have a seat.

Look, I'm sorry we couldn't

sit down last month.

I was actually in Korea.

We're opening a church over

there, so it's exciting stuff.

-Korea?

-It's a magical place.

Magical people.

Complicated tax laws, so...

I think our readers

just want to know

the man behind the movement.

Let's do it!

Let's do it.

Uh, you want to start

with the photos?

-Sure. Yeah.

-Um...

Can you tell me about

this one right here?

Okay. Uh, that's me

and the President of Armenia.

President of Panama. Look,

the church has been lucky

to make some good friends

over the years.

That is me with El Chapo.

Super interesting dude

if you actually,

I don't know, talk to him.

I mean...

But the press barbequed me

for that one too.

I'm not sure

if you know this, but...

I'm from like a, kind of

a well-known family.

I don't know. It just means

people are always

trying to knock me down.

You know,

take me out the game.

I just always tell myself

it's nothing my buddy J.C.

didn't have

to deal with, right?

It's, like, don't hate on me

just 'cause

my dad's a big deal,

or whatever, right?

Amen.

Yeah, you get it.

You know who else got it?

Mayor of Kyoto.

God put it on my heart

to open a church there, too.

And he gave me this. Oh.

Look at that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ooh-ah!

Here, feel it. Feel the tip.

Feel how sharp that is.

Feel it. Come on.

You gotta feel it.

Okay.

That's it, just touch it.

- Wow. Ow.

- Right?

Yeah, it's, like,

razor sharp, right?

So sharp.

I can give you a shave from

all the way over here, right?

Well, I shaved

this morning, so...

I know it was you.

I knew it was you

before you walked in the door.

See, Ben Johnson retired

eight months ago, so...

Your other victims

might've been too dumb

to put it together,

but not me.

You don't get out of here

until you come clean.

Come clean? What?

Come on.

Come on, let me hear it.

Hear what?

What... what do you want?

The truth. Come on.

You gotta

let that sh*t out. Right?

Look, I think you have me

confused with someone else.

I know everything! Say it!

What do you want me to say?

-What do you want me to say?

-Give it to me!

-Come on! Come on!

-Hey! Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Get it out there in the air.

Exorcise that sh*t!

Okay, okay, okay.

I lied. I lied. I lied.

- I'm not Ben Johnson. Okay.

- You're not, are you?

-Who are you?

-I'm Becket. I'm Becket.

I'm... I'm your cousin!

What'd you just say?

I'm your...

I'm... I'm your cousin.

You're not from The Post?

You're not

writing a hit piece?

You're not that guy?

What?

Oh.

Okay.

Uh, this is embarrassing.

I just get so paranoid

with this job, you know?

It's... Whew!

Whew!

Oh, man. I shoulda known

we were family.

It's like looking

in a freakin' mirror.

Something's

a little off with that.

Did you know

that tropane alkaloids

are an active ingredient

in most pre-workout

supplements?

If you have

too much of the stuff,

you might have

a massive heart attack.

And by too much,

I mean about 1,500 milligrams.

And the last thing the church

wanted was an investigation.

I'm sure

you know all about that.

Anyway...

Finally,

I was getting somewhere.

Wasn't I?

Promise me

that you won't quit.

Not until you have

the right kind of life.

Can you keep a secret?

Surprisingly well,

actually.

I was gonna break up with him

that weekend.

And now he's gone, and I know

I'm supposed to feel,

like, devastated

but I... I don't...

I don't.

No. You feel what

you're supposed to feel.

Does that make me

a terrible person?

No.

I think it makes you honest.

I don't know. I think

I'm still going to hell.

Man, you're talking to a guy

who works on Wall Street.

Oh, you're

definitely going to hell.

Do you want to grab dinner

this week?

Yes.

Um, my office can grab us

a reservation at The Modern.

Uh, it's midtown. Um...

I've never been there,

but I hear it's great.

Yeah.

Or we could keep it simple

and cook something?

Yeah, simple. I love simple.

I know. Dramatic, right?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

We had an agreement.

First off, how did you

get in my apartment?

I took a key

right in front of you.

No, I remember.

Two calls, two emails,

nothing back?

- I've been occupied.

- With what?

Occupations.

Go on.

Come on.

How long have

we known each other?

- Quite some time.

- So you should

be able to tell me anything.

I'll go first.

We're flat broke.

My husband

lied to me for years,

and he's an absolute coward.

Now you go.

I have nothing to tell you.

I would never judge.

For what?

Well, that would sour things

between us, wouldn't it?

I don't like it sour.

I like it sweet.

Oh, my God. Julia. I'm s...

- What?

- You have to go.

Are you

f*cking kidding me?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- What the hell?

I'm sorry.

You've gotta go.

-Hey.

-Hi.

It's a bit of a culinary

disaster in there.

Oh. Uh, oh, no.

Everything okay or...?

Uh, do you want

to go out to eat?

Yeah, sure.

Great.

These students,

I love them, but...

Tell me about it.

They all want

to be millionaires,

but none of them

want an actual job.

They all gotta

have a dream, right?

-I get it, but...

-Thank you.

Thank you.

I mean, I think it's...

I think it's good

to want more.

Okay, g*n to your head.

What would you even do

with a billion dollars?

Why do you have

a g*n to my head?

Answer the question.

Get those chopstick g*ns

out of my face.

Answer the question.

I don't know.

I'd take you

to a better restaurant.

Working in fashion

was my lifelong goal, right?

Like, I had tunnel vision.

And now all I can think about

is the time I put in.

What, uh, we shouldn't

chase what we want?

The thing is,

I think I knew the whole time.

-Knew what?

-That I didn't like it.

That I might be happier

making sh*t money

and having a cactus garden.

It's just scary

to dream small.

Nobody teaches us

how to do that.

Uh, sorry, I...

I don't mean

to interrupt, but...

at this point,

you met someone,

you had a good career.

Was that not enough?

Enough what?

Look...

It wasn't lost on me.

I had a good job,

a budding romance.

Maybe I should hit pause

on the systematic k*lling

of my entire family.

Reservation at Manilla's,

Friday?

Friday? Get outta here.

No way.

Becket, it's me again.

And you're not answering...

again.

I wouldn't ignore me

much longer.

Something bad might happen,

muchacho.

But how

could I quit now?

I mean, not even one had been

investigated as a m*rder.

Was I that good?

Maybe I was that good.

Of course, by this point,

the family had realized

that something was up.

CEO.

And now, adoption icon.

Take my Aunt Cassandra.

She had gotten sort of famous

for adopting, like, 11 kids

from 11 different countries

and they spoke 11 different

languages around the house.

Okay, I am on the phone.

We can see that, right?

Do we know phone,

or do I need to tattoo it

on my f*cking forehead?

She heard about

the deaths in the family

and got a laser-based security

system installed

in all four of her houses.

But there wasn't

a security system

at the Blessings

of the Desert Day Spa

where she spent

every Tuesday afternoon.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

We're offering complimentary

teeth whitening services

until 5 o'clock,

if you're interested.

I have some literature

on the process,

safety information,

if you'd like.

I didn't

come here to read.

Blessings.

The special ingredient

was carbamide peroxide

which is so close

to the acidic agent

found in teeth whitener

that the police thought

she must have bought

an off-brand batch

during her last adoption trip

to Cambodia.

Then there's

my Uncle McArthur.

Sir, you've got about

a 30-knot wind

coming out

of the north-northwest.

-Just so you know.

-Thanks, but I think

I can handle

some g*dd*mn wind, chief.

This guy owned, like,

half The National Air

and Space Museum.

And while the rest of us

were planning

a long weekend at Key West,

he was planning an actual

trip to the actual moon.

McArthur,

what do you say to the critics

who see you spending

$50 million to fly to space

when half your employees

don't have health insurance?

Fifty? More like ninety.

Look, if I could do this kind

of thing for cheap, I would.

But it's incredibly expensive.

- Gassed up?

- Yes, sir.

- Spot check?

- Yes, sir.

Where's my coffee,

by the way?

Here you go.

Lock and load.

All it took

was a laminated pass

and a shirt from the mall.

Charlie 17,

you are very low, over.

1,500 square feet,

three bedrooms, doorman.

You ever have

a doorman before?

I barely had a door.

It changes your life.

I'm not even joking around.

This is original marble

from, uh, Italy.

And if you look out there,

that's what you pay

the money for.

So would you

want to live here?

With me?

I know

it's a little fast, but...

I'd really

like to have you here.

I'd love it, actually.

If I'm being honest.

Uh...

Um...

Yeah.

I'd love that too.

Now, I know the place is a lot

but Warren's gonna give me

a bridge loan

and the neighborhood's

appreciating...

Hey, hey.

I liked you when you lived

in Newark and took the bus.

You know that, right?

What?

Nothing.

By the way, I can fire you

at any time, but I won't.

To continue with this story,

and he said, he's, like...

"What are you talking about?

Where are you?"

And I was, like,

"I'm in Highland Park."

He was, like, "No..."

As for the next

Redfellow in line,

you can probably

guess who it was.

But by now,

I couldn't imagine lifting

a finger against my uncle,

much less doing the man harm.

And by that point, things were

going decently well.

The job, living situation...

You were content.

Without the wealth.

Without the inheritance.

Well...

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I was...

content.

Content enough.

And I suppose I had

more important things

to think about.

My mom's gonna

want Zinfandel.

I think we're making

the right choice, by the way.

Having an engagement party

at your home just feels,

better than

at a bar or something.

I totally agree.

I'm still thinking

about your family.

All the crazy sh*t.

Okay.

I don't mean to obsess,

but don't you think

that it's...

I'm not even

a part of that family.

Whatever's going on, it's got

nothing to do with us.

Besides, it's probably

over anyway.

What makes you say that?

I don't know.

Just sayin' it.

Excuse me.

Mr. Redfellow?

Becket Redfellow?

How you doing today?

Nice office

you got here.

I like it.

Just so we understand,

you said you're not an heir

to the estate,

is that correct?

As far as I know.

Well, we did

a little research, and...

Congratulations.

Wow.

Uh, it's just a little...

I... I had no idea.

Hmm. Can you answer

a few questions for us?

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry.

Um, I... I really had no idea.

This is...

Nobody's

arguing with you.

Can you tell us

where you were

on the afternoon

of April 10th?

It would've been a Sunday.

Oh...

April 10th. Okay. Here we go.

You're

f*cking kidding me.

He remembers when

and where he bought a hot dog.

Is that even him?

I don't know.

Can you see who it is?

- I can't see sh*t.

- Me neither.

All right,

follow him.

Rothburn's going down,

and Bellman's gonna go too.

They're minutes away,

I guarantee it.

I say we dump

whatever we can cut loose

before the markets catch wind.

We can say we were

forced into it, which is true.

No.

I spent 35 years

earning the trust

of these shareholders.

I'm not throwing them

to the sharks

in one afternoon.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

- g*dd*mn!

- Oh, whoa. Oh, oh, oh!

Is he all right?

-Becket...

-Call an ambulance!

Pass me that water,

will ya?

Listen, I'm not

gonna mince words.

You want to chase that rabbit

down the hole, huh?

Okay. That money rabbit.

Everybody loves a good chase.

And you're good at it.

But here I am,

61 years old and...

you're the only visitor

I've had all day.

Go find that person

in your life, Becket.

Whoever it is.

Work at loving them.

I mean, really work.

'Cause...

at the end of the day...

it's the only job that pays.

It was in this

unhappy moment

that I realized

an ironic truth.

There is only one left.

You can either

get rid of it,

or do what you like.

But not here.

Not under this roof.

And I think you know

I have to stand by that.

A man of my word.

One left.

But what use was it

to fantasize?

I had put all that behind me.

Hey, Becket. Letter for you.

-Thanks, Brian.

-Yep.

-Hey.

-He invited me.

What?

My grandfather.

To a dinner party

at the estate.

- Hello?

-Uh, I just...

I... I thought you said

you would never do that?

- Never do what?

- Never meet the guy.

Wait, when is this?

-Tonight.

- It's Friday.

- I know.

- Friday.

Oh, sh*t.

Ruth, I may not have

this opportunity again.

He never sees anyone.

You may not have

this opportunity again?

-I don't know.

- Yeah, you're right.

So be home by 7:00

or you will miss

your own f*cking engagement

party, like...

Right. Of course. Of course.

Okay.

I love you, by the way.

I'm gonna call you back.

Package for Mr. Redfellow.

Remember to breathe.

Very important.

Taylor drowned.

He went to Princeton

on a swimming scholarship

and he drowned.

I became more than a bit

suspicious right then.

So I had a little friend

follow you.

Aren't those great?

I'm really happy

I went with black and white.

What do you want?

Finish it.

I'm under investigation

by the FBI.

And yet here you are.

It's almost as if,

I don't know,

they don't quite have a case.

Which is bananas.

Anyway, I will need

a down payment.

-A what?

-300,000 by five o'clock.

sh*t.

I'm done

f*cking around.

It's...

You gotta be sh1tting me.

You still have a company

checkbook, right?

You still have access

to the accounts?

Deliver the cheques

to my husband.

He's in his office in Hoboken,

waiting on you like

a patient little puppy.

You have 30 minutes.

Any longer than that

and she'll get a package

just like the one I gave you.

Who will get a package?

Your little girlfriend,

who do you think?

Cardozo High School

in Bayside, Queens, right?

She's in for quite the shock.

For what it's worth,

I was hoping

for a different arrangement.

Something a bit more fun.

But you blew it, Becket.

Brian.

Call Fritzer in Vienna.

We're gonna sell P&G.

Tell him to name his price.

Call? Am I allowed to do that?

What? Just do it.

Uh-huh.

I've got him right now.

Yes, ma'am.

Headed North on Hanover.

That's North, Hanover.

Sir?

Excuse me, sir!

Excuse me?

He's just not here.

I don't...

Is that her?

Gimme that.

I'm here. I got your cheques,

you sociopathic,

conniving b*tch.

Jesus Christ, Becket.

This could've been anyone.

Call it off.

Well, just write

the checks first, will you?

I want to be positive...

Cheer up, Lyle.

You're about to make

a lot of money.

I'm not gonna make

any money. Are you kidding?

She's just gonna take it

and leave.

I'm not the one

she wants anyway.

But you... you're really

coming up in the world, huh?

Just... Just a little b*stard.

Just a little b*stard

from Newark.

I'd already committed

embezzlement and as*ault.

So f*ck it.

Going down.

Hi!

How are you?

Thank you for coming.

On account of the storm,

I decided to cancel

the festivities tonight.

But I just couldn't

turn you down.

Whitelaw.

Becket.

Did you bring an appetite?

So...

Been working your way

up the financial ladder.

Is that right?

Trying to.

I understand

you've come a long ways.

Must've really

put in the hours.

A filthy business, though,

isn't it?

How do you mean?

Come on.

One professional to another,

you must have, uh...

broken a few heads,

bumped off some of

the competition, no?

Two or three, maybe.

Would you take any of it back?

Because

this sort of life is...

it isn't cut out for everyone,

is it?

It would make

some people tired.

Old.

Lonely.

Regretful.

But me, I've always felt

I know a certain truth,

that the only thing

that really hurts us in life

is the voice

of our own conscience...

telling us a story

about right and wrong.

And if you know

how to turn your head

just right into the wind,

you can make that voice

go down to a whisper.

After a while...

you might never hear it

at all.

She was my favorite,

by the way.

Sharpest of the bunch.

Always knew what she wanted

and willing to fight for it.

Why didn't you help her...

when she needed it?

You know where

this is all going, don't you?

Come on.

I wanna show you something...

before Charles

brings out the pudding.

A trench g*n,

belonged to your

great-great-uncle,

World w*r I.

These... These things

mortified the Germans.

They'd never seen anything

like it.

Here.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Draw a bead on something.

I want you to try this.

Here.

Right here.

I better be going.

Where to?

Home.

You're almost there.

Well...

you better go quickly then.

Go on and f*ck' run!

Doors are boarded up

from the outside.

-Charles made sure of that.

-sh*t!

There's no way out!

Go on. Tire yourself!

Come to my house to k*ll me?

You best have done that

when I gave you the chance.

Okay. Okay.

Believe this.

My final m*rder

was not a m*rder at all

but a perfectly legitimate

act of self-defense.

All right.

Sheriff's Department's

on the way.

Okay.

They're just gonna

talk to you, okay?

All right. All right. Um...

I... I need to... I need to go

'cause I have

my engagement party.

It started an hour ago.

Whose engagement party?

It's mine.

So you had

no relationship

with your grandfather?

I'd never met him

before tonight.

- Not even once?

- Never.

Look, if I'm not

legally required to be here,

I need to leave.

You're not

legally required to,

but, uh...

I'd prefer if you stay.

Okay.

I'll give you

the full explanation.

You're withholding

something from me.

You've been withholding

something from me.

So right now...

you have to tell me

what's up...

or I'm out.

Sometimes in life,

you gotta take a deep breath,

come clean

to the person you love.

This was not

one of those times.

I only told her

what she'd see on the news.

... is indeed

dead, and it seems...

My grandfather was gone.

...some sort of altercation...

And as for the fortune,

well...

The right kind

of life.

This had to be it, right?

Sure, she had

a few misgivings,

but we can handle that later.

For now, I was rich.

And being rich

is even better

than you imagine.

You know I mentioned earlier,

this is a tragedy.

Still is.

-Donald Macnamara, my wife.

-Hello.

-Such a pleasure.

-Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- Hi.

- Nancy Dillard, the Dillards.

- Nice to meet you.

- Mmm-hmm.

Megan Pinfield.

FBI.

Hello.

Can you shut that door

behind you, please?

Look, not to be uncouth,

but this is...

heroically bad timing.

Yeah, you're under arrest.

I need you to stay calm

and cooperate.

-I'm under arrest? For what?

-For m*rder.

Of who?

Lyle Archdale.

Hey, wait!

What do we do?

What do we do?

Ruth, I love...

Can you believe it?

After all this,

I'd go down for a k*lling

I didn't even commit.

Now we wanna

point out to listeners

that Becket Redfellow

crossed state lines,

which is why his trial

is unfolding in federal court

where m*rder can still mean

capital punishment

for citizens of New Jersey.

As we can see

from these security tapes,

Mr. Redfellow

burst into the office

at approximately 5:03 p.m.,

and then emerged

just four minutes later,

which is consistent

with the estimated time

of Mr. Archdale's death.

Now, we've heard

from the coroner

that he estimates

the time of death

between 5:06 and 5:15 p.m.

And we've heard

from the eyewitness

in the hallway,

who positively identifies

Mr. Redfellow.

Sir, can you confirm that

this is the m*rder weapon?

Uh, I can confirm

that it is, yes.

And did you find

the defendant's fingerprints

on the m*rder weapon?

I did, yes.

How certain are you that, uh,

these are his fingerprints?

I'm 100% certain.

A letter opener.

My entire life

because of a letter opener.

You were the first

to find your husband's body.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Tell me. Were you in love with

Mr. Redfellow at the time?

Yes.

And he with you?

Becket Redfellow

has been in love with me

his entire life.

I just never thought he would

do something like this.

I'm sorry.

Will the defense

please rise?

Upon the verdict,

the jury finds the defendant,

Becket Redfellow,

guilty of m*rder

in the first degree

as charged in the indictment

and that

the punishment of death

shall be imposed.

May the sentence

be recorded by the clerk.

May God rest his soul.

Thank you.

I wish I could find

the right words

to describe this juncture

in my story.

Cell 15, secure!

But there are

no right words.

There's only time.

And silence.

Yo.

You got a visitor.

You got three minutes.

You must be quite the catch

back there.

You got a big day

coming up, huh?

You remember that game

we used to play as kids?

I'd have a secret, and...

you'd try to guess

what it was.

If you've got

something to say, say it.

All right.

I'll give you a hint.

-It involves handwriting.

-You're foul.

You're a lump of coal

with makeup.

I'd rather die in here

than be with you.

I'll give you another hint.

Lyle...

when I found him like that...

I found something else, too.

And beautifully written,

I might add.

What's with the white?

Are you boys playing doctor

back there?

Did Lyle leave a note?

Is that what you're saying?

Did Lyle leave a note?

- You know...

- If Lyle wrote a note...

-I think I might just leave...

-If that's what you're saying,

in the name

of all things holy,

you have to release it.

-Oh, now you want to talk?

-What do you want?

-What do you want?

-Becket...

What could you possibly have

to offer?

No, no, no, no, no!

Hey, hey, hey! Stop!

- That's it!

- Tell me! Stop! Stop!

I have 30 seconds!

- You got 25.

- Okay.

-Sit down.

-Julia!

Julia, come here, please!

Please!

Okay.

What do you want?

Just give me a moment.

I'm gonna die in 24 hours.

You don't want that to happen.

I know you don't want that

to happen.

Give me everything.

Sign it over to...

You need anything else?

Got a priest?

Well, that was some hours ago.

And if you're curious

why I've been so calm

and self-assured

for a man

set to be ex*cuted in...

it's because I thought

our friend Julia, might, uh...

might come through in the end.

I wonder if she's coming.

"The Lord is my shepherd

"I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down

in green pastures.

"He leadeth me

beside the still waters."

"He restoreth my soul.

"He leadeth me

in the paths of righteousness

"for his name's sake.

"Yea, though I walk through

"the valley

of the shadow of death

"I will fear no evil

"for thou art with me.

"Thy rod and thy staff

they comfort me."

Redfellow.

You're not gonna

f*ck' believe this.

First and foremost,

we have absolute faith

in our forensic team...

Open 15.

Let's go.

You came.

All right.

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

I told you

this is a tragedy.

It's not about me, is it?

I think it's about you,

with all your values

and deep-rooted expectations.

You thought this would end

differently.

And in a perfect universe,

it would have.

But someone once told me

that the only thing

that can hurt us in life

is the voice

of our own conscience

telling us a story

about right and wrong.

If you turn your head

just right into the wind,

you can make that voice

go down to a whisper.

And after a while,

you might never hear it

at all.

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Everybody

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Hey, hey, dee-dee

- Take me back to Piau

- Take me back to Piau

- Hey, hey, dee-dee

- Hey, hey, dee-dee

- Take me back to Piau

- Take me back to Piau

Adeus, Paris tropical

Adeus, Brigitte Bardot

O champanhe me fez mal

Caviar j me enjoou

Simonal que estava certo

Na razo do Patropi

Eu tambm que sou esperto

Vou viver no Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Everybody

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Hey, hey, dee-dee

- Take me back to Piau

- Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Meu Deus, meu Deus

Take me back to Piau

Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee

Take me back to Piau

Hey, hey, dee-dee...