02x06 - 11 Million Reasons You Can't Go Home Again

[bunniefuu]

[Maggie] Oh, Carly, God,

I cannot believe

that I'm finally meeting you.

What are you, 16?

17, uh, in two months.

Everybody must tell you

you look just like your mom.

- Sometimes, yeah.

- And Taylor, too.

Around the eyes.

Last time I saw Julia,

you were, what, 10, 11?

You were all dressed up

in your mom's high heels.

And... [laughs]

Yeah, you had a red hat

with a pom-pom on top,

and you were...

you were singing

into a kitchen spoon.

Oh, God.

Right, Pete?

Do you remember?

Uh, what...you were dancing

around to, uh...Madonna.

That'd be, uh, Mariah Carey...

- Right.

- ...actually, mm-hmm.

Yeah, oh, I think your dad

has a video of that.

- He made a video.

- I have to see that.

- Over my dead body.

- And, Taylor...

you were always playing hockey.

You were gonna get

out of Bridgeport,

be a big NHL star.

Yeah, well,

we all grow up, right?

I-I never would've guessed

that you'd end up a cop.

But I guess...I don't know.

Makes sense.

You were always kind of a bully.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

What? I'm just

telling the truth.

Yeah, well, that was

a long time ago, Mom.

- 20 years.

- Mm-hmm.

You mind me asking, um,

what brings you back?

Pete, actually.

[chuckles]

I mean, I thought about

coming back for years.

But, uh, then I always

found a reason not to.

Then Pete called, and he told me

that he'd been here

and, uh, seen you all.

And he...he told me

about Dad's stroke.

And I knew it was time.

So...here I am.

- Here we all are.

- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[man laughing]

Come in, come in.

[laughing]

[laughs wildly]

This is...this is just

for...for $10.

Like, uh, imagine

what they would do

for $11 million!

[laughing]

Oh.

Hey.

Speaking of $11 million...

...where the f*ck

is my $11 million?

What?

Do you see something?

It's your aura.

There's a deep curiosity

in you.

You're very intuitive,

but it's been hard

losing your parents

at such a young age.

I-I don't know.

Oh, no, I don't...

I don't mean...

I'm sorry. I don't mean

to make you feel uncomfortable.

It's just, uh, when...

when someone loses someone

important to them,

there's a trauma to the spirit.

This is what you do

for a living?

- What?

- You're a-a psychic?

I'm a spiritualist, actually.

And what's the difference?

I read people.

I help them with their problems,

and I...I connect them

with people who've passed.

[door opens]

[Otto] Taylor?

- Oh, sh*t.

- Grandpa.

Taylor, are you all right?

Your text sounded

kind of urgent.

- Maggie.

- Hmm.

- Hi.

- Oh...

Maggie.

- You're here.

- Better late than never, right?

Aw, Daddy.

[laughing]

Are you okay?

I am fine!

I'm fine! [laughs]

Oh, I...

Hey...

[scoffs] Pete!

You're back!

You're here! Come, come, come,

get over here.

Get over here!

You!

This is bloom pour.

Slow, steady circles,

take time.

The coffee, fine grind,

less bitter.

Rich color, nice viscosity.

It's a good bean.

A good bean. Yes.

[laughs]

A man who appreciates coffee.

Yeah, you spend as much time

in a car as I do, you know,

you like a good cup of coffee.

Ah, it's fine.

I don't know if you need

all this hipster bullshit.

f*ck hipsters!

I've been doing this sh*t

30 years.

I'm just saying,

give me a cup of Dunkin' Donuts.

How about I give you

cup of hot piss?

- Huh?

- [chuckles awkwardly]

Take lesson from friend.

He has taste.

[grunts] Now...

...you have mother,

then you lost mother.

You have son,

then you lost son.

These two, they are

resourceful, no?

- We'll get 'em.

- That, we will.

My father was fisherman.

Very simple life,

but he teach me

everything I need to know

about business.

In springtime,

he fish for squid

in bay of my town,

Herceg Novi.

♪ ♪

Most men fish during daytime.

Easy.

But my father,

very smart man.

He fish for squid at night.

More difficult, more dangerous,

but he knows

that if he shine light

into water...

...the squid,

they cannot help themselves.

They must come.

Curious.

He get big catch every time.

Much profit, so...

Go to farm,

tie Grandma and Grandpa

to chair...

...and burn f*cking house

down to foundation.

♪ ♪

Light from fire

will draw Maggie and Pete to us.

♪ ♪

[♪ 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 ♪♪

[footsteps approaching]

[Otto] I found it!

[laughs]

Hey, can I talk

to you for a minute?

Oh, hey. You guys, you got to

look at these great pictures.

- No, I think...

[Carly] Oh, my God.

All right, this is

a bit of a mindfuck.

You have no idea.

How's the, um...the, um,

- laundry service coming?

- Oh, great, great.

Yeah, Dockery was so happy,

he gave me more laundry.

- A lot more.

- sh*t.

[Carly] Grandpa, is that you?

[Maggie] Look at this one.

[Carly] Oh, my God.

Look at Mom's hair. [laughs]

- It looks like a wig!

- I gave her that perm.

Wha...On purpose?

No, I didn't say

that I was good at it.

- Look at you.

- Oh, no, no, look at this.

Look at...there's Pete,

there's Taylor,

and there is Julia.

[gasps] Pete, Pete.

Do you remember that day?

What? That was in the, uh...

the cockpit.

Those matching tracksuits,

I thought we were so cool.

And then Taylor threw up on me

as soon as the plane took off.

[Taylor] It was the milkshake.

- It was disgusting.

[Julia] Pete, you look

really different.

Yeah, well, he grew up.

Ma, is that...is that you

when you were, uh...

Uh, yeah, that's me

and Jason Burrows.

[Marius] Oh, yeah?

[Maggie] It was at the prom.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, wow.

Grandpa, how come you never

showed us these before?

Uh, forgot, I guess.

I...hey, um, let...

let's have dinner.

Let's have

a big family dinner.

I'm gonna call Audrey.

Is that...is that a good idea?

Maybe...I mean, maybe

she should ease into it.

Oh, no, no, no.

We are going to celebrate.

[cell phone clicking, beeps,

line trilling]

Hey. Hey, it's me.

Look, um, I'm gonna

make a big dinner tonight.

Tonight? I'm exhausted.

Well, I've already

invited everybody.

- Who's everybody?

- The family.

So uninvite them.

- Well, I can't.

- Why?

Uh, look, look,

I'm gonna do all the cooking.

You don't have to do...

Just call it a day

and come home, okay?

Otto, what's this about?

Well, you'll find out

when you get here.

Hey, Dad, it's okay.

Maybe another time.

Oh, my God.

- Is that...?

- Yes.

When were you gonna tell me?

Look, all the kids

are here,

and we're looking

at old photos.

Huh? Just call it a day

and come home.

I've got too much work.

Audrey, it can wait.

Please, just...

[phone beeps, line clicks]

Look, ever since my stroke, your

Mom's been doing double duty.

- She'll be here.

- Grandpa, I got to go

do some work stuff,

but I'll grab booze.

- Okay.

- I'm gonna pick up the kids.

- And I'll get dessert.

- Okay. Do it, do it.

- Don't be late!

- Hey, Mom, you know,

I'm thinking, this is probably

really hard for Grandma.

Maybe you should

go to the office

and see her one-on-one, right?

[door opens, closes]

- I can drive you.

- Mags?

- I'll go, but...but by myself.

You...you stay here and, uh,

help your grandfather

with dinner.

Mom, I'm getting the idea

you don't want to talk to me.

- [laughs]

- [laughs] Hey, come on.

- Come on.

- Okay.

Go with Maggie. You need to

spend time together, you know?

[rooster crows]

Do you mind telling me

what the f*ck's going on?

Easy, my dad is watching us.

[chuckles] Bye, Dad.

Why would you leave me

to die in Rosedale?

Hmm? Well, I think

the bigger question

is why are you pretending

to be my son?

Pete and I were cellmates.

He would talk a lot

about his family, his childhood,

and how he hadn't

been here in 20 years.

So, when I got out,

I needed a place to hide.

Why is not important.

I became Pete.

[chuckles] How's that

working out for you?

- It's f*cking great.

- Uh-huh.

That's how it's...

You know what?

- I'm still alive, right?

- Yeah, okay.

I'm sorry about Rosedale,

all right?

But you came there with all

kinds of conflicting energy.

- Oh.

- Yes. I didn't know

whether you were a friend

or an enemy or both.

So I ran. I ran.

But then I talked

to Pete, though.

And he told me...

he told me about you.

He said

that you had saved him

and that I could trust you.

But I didn't know that

in Rosedale.

And I still don't know that now.

- Where the f*ck is Pete?

- He's safe.

What, on some

Indian reservation?

If you knew that,

why did you ask me?

Because I'm just trying

to figure out your f*cking game.

Game...I'll give you game.

Yeah, you want me

to be the target.

Target?

They'll think that Pete's dead,

and then he's safe, right?

- Safe?

- Yeah.

- I want everyone to be safe.

- Oh, bullshit.

I have had enough

blood on my hands.

I don't want any more.

[engine turning over]

[man on screen]

What's a nice girl like you

doing in a place

like this?

[man on screen]

I'll teach you to say that...

[Taylor]

[whispering] Shannon?

- Shannon?

- Shh.

Shush.

[man on screen] I can't

seem to get a strong signal.

[man on screen] I'll tell you

what's wrong with it.

It's wet, mildewed,

corroded, rotten,

like everything else

in this rotten jungle.

- Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

[indistinct chatter on screen]

- Mm.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- You better shut up.

- Hold on. Shh.

I just came from

some crazy sh*t with my family.

I thought you were

really in trouble.

What?

I am.

In my head, I...

I figured I could...

manage to keep everything

in its little box, but...

Sean is getting touchy,

and I'm running out of excuses.

I...I don't...

[sighs] I'm not sure

if I can keep doing this.

You don't have to.

Leave him.

- Huh?

- We can figure this out.

- It's not...

[man] Hey.

You've got to be quiet,

or I'm gonna ask you to leave.

Oh, by all means.

Good hunting, good show,

jolly good fun.

Jolly, jolly good.

- Seriously?

- Yeah.

[Maggie]

Otto looks so old.

You know, when I left,

he was a bear,

and now he's an old man.

Yeah, time is relentless.

But can we get to

the more pressing issue?

I wanted to go home

when I heard he had a stroke.

But those guys are following me.

I didn't want to

lead them back to my family.

You ever go home?

This is not that kind

of conversation.

Well, I mean,

it's not a stretch to imagine

that a con man might've had

a less-than-perfect childhood.

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

We don't have time for this.

You have to tell me

what happened

at that storage facility.

I don't want to talk

about what happened.

I don't think you really

have a choice

unless you want

your whole family dead.

Look, I...I can't help you

unless you tell me

what happened.

You know, I worked

with a crew

run by my boyfriend Reggie.

[scoffs] We were good.

15 minutes, in and out.

Hit as many lockers as we could.

But then three years ago,

we hit a place

in Mount Vernon.

While Pete followed

the security guard to lunch,

we went inside.

[dramatic music]

We k*lled the security cameras.

We found some cash

and a key taped

to the bottom of a drawer

for locker 237.

It seemed maybe important.

So, while the rest of us

popped locks,

Reggie checked out 237.

It was full of the usual

sad, forgotten junk.

Reggie was about to leave

when he saw

some boxes at the back.

♪ ♪

He couldn't tell me

what it was

that drew him to the boxes...

♪ ♪

...or what made him

look past the magazines.

He showed us what was inside.

♪ ♪

There's nine more

just like this one.

[Maggie] That much cash

hidden in a locker

set off alarms for me.

But I sensed something more

about the money...

that it had a bad past

and an even worse future.

Pete's gonna have to step up.

- This is bad. I...

- No, this is our money.

This is what we've been

working for.

♪ ♪

[Maggie] So I called Pete...

[cell phone ringing]

...told him to do whatever

it took to delay the guard,

to buy us time to get

the money out of the building.

Nobody move!

[Maggie]

He tried, but...

Where the f*ck is it?

[g*ns cocking]

[Maggie] I'm guessing

he told you that guard

had already gone back to work.

♪ ♪

[man]

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

[gasps]

♪ ♪

Maggie! Check him!

- You're sh*t.

- I'm fine. Check him!

Check him!

♪ ♪

[Reggie]

Let's go!

[Maggie] We took the money

and went to the meet-up,

but Pete never showed.

♪ ♪

Reggie was gonna die

if we didn't do something,

so I threw on a wig

and got him help.

[woman speaking indistinctly

over hospital PA]

♪ ♪

[expl*si*n booms]

[siren wailing]

After I took care of the van,

I returned to the hospital.

But by the time I got back,

there was a man there.

♪ ♪

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He had the darkest aura

I'd ever seen,

black as night.

♪ ♪

Reggie was dead.

I assume that he told them

where the money was.

I would've.

Anybody would've.

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

that he hadn't

until you came to Rosedale.

- So where is it?

- I'm not telling you that.

Not yet.

This...this man

with the black aura...

...his name is Luka,

and he's the...

He's the scariest man

in the world.

I know.

But, uh, right now

I got to go talk

to someone even scarier.

Okay.

[light music]

♪ ♪

I need a drink first.

First you freak out

because Luka's pissed.

Now you're freaked out

because he's too calm?

I don't get you.

There's something

not right about that guy.

We lose his only connection

to the money,

and he pulls that calm sh*t.

The time to worry

is when the drums stop.

He's been looking for that money

for three years.

What'd he have before us?

Nothing.

f*cking goose egg.

He still has nothing.

We found the woman

and the kid once.

We'll find him again.

All you got to do is keep

your head on your shoulders.

And you'll be able to

move out to Seattle.

You can grow your beard,

open your f*ckin' coffee shop.

Life'll be great.

We were pretty good

till I was about 14 or 15.

And then what happened

is I developed a thing

for bad boys.

And I know that's not original,

but it was something to me.

And Audrey tried

to keep me out of all that

went with those boys,

and for a while, it worked,

until Pete's dad...

So this is...this is all

really interesting.

Yeah, you don't care. You want

to know where the money is.

Yep.

Well, look,

I've done a lot of bad things.

I've hurt a lot of people,

stealing things,

and I'm done with it,

which is why I'm giving

the money back to Luka.

You're gonna do what?

- I know that you want it.

- No, this isn't...

- This is not about what I want.

- Oh, no? Okay.

No, you don't know

who you're dealing with.

- Oh, no, but I do.

- No, you don't.

I've dealt

with a lot of bad people.

"Bad" doesn't begin

to describe these people.

If you give back the money,

they're gonna k*ll me.

And then he's gonna go after

your whole family,

and he's gonna make you watch.

- And then he's gonna k*ll you.

- No. No.

- Yeah.

- No, he won't.

- Yeah, he is. Yes, he is.

- No. I had a vision.

- I had a vision.

- Oh, you had a vision?

- Yeah.

- Let's spend the next half hour

listening to your vision.

- I had a vision.

- Go ahead.

There are many different paths

the future can take.

And I saw one as clear as day.

If we give the money

back to Luka, we live.

That's it.

[upbeat Latin music playing]

I've reconsidered,

and I'll bail out Valerie.

But there are conditions.

She surrenders her passports,

and I have eyes

on her the whole weekend.

That won't be necessary.

When you bailed her out

six months ago, she skipped.

- She won't run again.

- You sure?

- I am.

- I'm not. I'm sitting on her.

Even if she only gets

a weekend on the outside

with you by her side,

it's better than nothing.

You're spending a lot of money

for one weekend.

I owe her.

Valerie was, uh...

cleaning some linens for me

through a chain of yoga studios.

Freaking gold mine.

Anyway, I was feeling

some federal heat,

needed a sacrificial lamb.

She volunteered,

took the hit.

- Then ran.

- She got cold feet.

Nobody wants to go to prison.

What made you

change your mind?

$500,320.

♪ ♪

That's more than

we talked about.

- A lot more.

- That's the deal.

I bond Valerie, you launder

the cash, all of it.

Whose is it?

Money like that,

I got to know.

♪ ♪

- Chayton Dockery.

- Hmm.

[smacks lips]

All right, little blondie.

I can work with that. Deal.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, Marius.

- Do I know you?

[grunts loudly]

FBI.

Get in the car. Both of you.

[Marius]

What the f*ck?

[dark music]

[Marius] What the f*ck

is this about?

[Kent] What the f*ck you think

it's about?

We're here to talk

about Delchev, Luka Delchev.

♪ ♪

[tires squealing,

engine revving]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

In 2000, Luka Delchev

got political asylum in America.

A few years back,

he blipped big-time

on our radar, running a small

but brutal criminal syndicate

in Mount Vernon.

We went after him, got nothing.

Nobody talked...

either too afraid or too dead.

Then we got a call

from Interpol.

Turns out in '98,

a U.N. peacekeeping unit

transporting $15 million

in secret cash

was ambushed in the hills

of Montenegro.

- Money vanished, no survivors.

- Delchev was suspected.

But he'd covered his tracks

with a trail of bodies.

Three years ago, we got warrants

to raid his premises,

access safety deposit boxes,

but Luka had been tipped off.

He hid the money someplace,

we just didn't know where.

But you found it,

didn't you, Maggie?

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

what you're talking about.

It was in one of

the storage lockers, wasn't it?

Took us a while to figure out

who got it,

and by then, you were gone.

So we watched Luka

for three years,

until Frank and Joe Hooper

led us right to you.

And you, Marius...funny how

you just keep popping up.

We don't have the money.

Even if there was money,

which there isn't,

my acknowledging that would...

would be an admission

of guilt, right?

We don't care

about either of you.

All we want is Delchev.

But to get him,

we need your cooperation.

- What does that mean?

- You lead Delchev

to the money

and us to Delchev.

We'll put him away

for the rest of his life.

- You'll have to wear a wire.

- And we'll need the money

so we can install

trackers and dye packs.

In exchange,

we let you both walk

on any and all charges,

including Marius' involvement

in the attempted m*rder

of an FBI agent

in Chinatown last week.

But we need you

to agree to these terms.

One-time offer.

Sure, okay.

Uh, if you guys

had any real evidence,

um, I think I'd already

be arrested, right?

So, um, I-I'm gonna say

book me now or...or let me go,

'cause I need a smoke.

And I don't think...

I don't think that's allowed

in the...

in the FBI offices, right?

[Maggie sighs]

[Maggie] Okay, thank you.

[Greer] f*ck you.

Have a good day.

Look...

[tires squeal, vehicle departs]

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

Attempted m*rder

of an FBI agent?

It was the wrong place,

wrong time.

What should we do?

Should we cooperate

with the FBI?

No, no, no, we can't.

If they don't get a conviction,

Luka walks, we're all dead.

It's a f*cking m*ssacre.

But if you tell me

where the money is...

No.

Okay, then we're done.

We're done.

- No, but I...

- Yeah, you can catch a cab.

- I need your help.

- You...you what?

- You need my help?

- I need your help, yeah.

- You need my f*cking help?

- That vision

that I told you about,

for it to work,

everything has to be

exactly as I saw it.

And you're part of that vision.

Without you, it fails.

And Luka kills me

and my entire family.

[mellow music playing]

[woman chuckles]

I'm sorry, Dad,

but when I got there, I just...

I couldn't face her.

[chuckles] Oh.

Trust me, I know the feeling.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, you haven't told me

how great I look.

You look great, Dad.

- I look like sh*t.

- Mm.

- And you...went gray.

- What?

Oh, gray is in fashion

right now.

People...people pay good money

to get this look.

[laughs, sighs]

I missed you.

Hey, Taylor, your Aunt Maggie

needs some wine.

♪ ♪

Oh, oh, whoa, whoa.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Pete.

We're ready

for those mushrooms.

♪ ♪

Julia, your children

are beautiful.

Thank you.

Are their fathers

involved?

[clears throat]

Not so much.

- Well, sometimes that's easier.

- That's what they tell me.

Yeah, and then you got to hear

about it from Audrey.

She loves the Catholic guilt.

Yeah, I think she

owns stock in it.

♪ ♪

Uh, Grandpa, I'm sure

the doctor told you

to cut back on the salt.

Oh, yeah! Yeah, I'm doing it.

- Hey, Pete?

- Yeah.

Do you remember the Corn Flakes?

- The...the...the what?

- The Corn Flakes.

Corn Flakes. Father's Day.

Breakfast in bed...[laughs]

Seriously, you don't

remember the Corn Flakes?

[Maggie chuckles]

♪ ♪

When I, uh...

when I confused the sugar

with the salt on the cereal.

And you loaded it on,

and you were so proud of it

that I had to eat it all!

Okay. [laughs]

[laughs]

Yeah, that was a nice story.

Do you need a hand?

No, thanks. All good.

Look, I think we got off

on the wrong foot.

You think? Hmm.

[sighs] I know that you're upset

because I called you a bully.

You know what?

I was...

an assh*le to Pete sometimes

when we were kids.

I was.

But I was a kid.

You were an adult when you

turned Grandma and Grandpa's

lives upside down.

Do you have any idea

what it was like around here

after you took off?

Because that's what

I grew up with.

I don't know why you're here.

But if either you or Pete

do anything more

to hurt this family,

you will deal with me.

Just the truth.

[silverware clatters]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[Maggie laughing]

What you just said...

Oh, wow. Look who's here.

I guess we're not having

a barbecue.

So we'll wait.

Get those two alone.

[vehicle approaching]

♪ ♪

[Joe]

Here comes Grandma.

♪ ♪

[Otto laughing]

Oh, my God. I can't wait

to eat those mushrooms.

Yeah. [laughing]

It's so good.

[door opens, closes]

[serious music]

♪ ♪

[crying]

Come here.

♪ ♪

Oh.

Oh.

♪ ♪

What about the time

I was teaching you to drive?

- No.

- Uh-huh!

- No, no, don't.

- Oh, please, please.

- Don't tell that story.

- You have to, please.

- No, don't.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You were, what...

you were, what, 16?

I took Maggie up to the rooftop

of the Bridgeport Mall,

up the parking structure there.

And it was Sunday morning.

The place was empty,

and she's doing great.

Right? So I thought,

"What the hell?

- Time to drive home!"

- I said I didn't want to.

- I told you.

- Yes, you did.

- And you didn't listen.

- No, I did not.

Yeah, so she's...

here, she's driving down

the spiral ramp,

and she's doing great,

down the spiral ramp.

I don't know how to drive

And she's really, really

doing great,

and then suddenly,

out of nowhere,

side wall, bam!

Oh, my God.

[stammering]

Veers to the left

and smashes the car

against the wall

and then blam-o!

And I'm saying,

"Pull over! Pull over!"

And she just starts screaming.

Where was I gonna pull over?

Really?

Where was I gonna pull over?

It's a ramp.

What did you do?

What did you do?

- I kept driving!

- She kept driving.

Driving all the way down.

Six parking levels

and one car later...

I'm asking where's the brake,

I don't even know.

[Otto]

And the driving lesson ended.

And then from then on,

I became

the driving instructor

in the family.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

[laughing] Bad drive...

Grandma hit a car

in the mall parking lot.

[Otto]

What? When?

Uh...yesterday.

A fender bender.

Everything's fine.

Why don't you clear

the dishes, Carly?

And I think you should

start with that wine glass.

[sighs]

[cell phone vibrates, chimes]

- Okay.

- Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

[clanking glass]

Stop, everyone, stop.

[cell phone clicking, bloops]

I would like to say a few words

before everybody leaves.

All right.

[clanks glass]

[stammering]

When you wake up in the morning,

we don't know what

each day is going to bring.

Today brought Maggie.

Now, I have been around

a while.

And I have had

some pretty close scrapes.

You know, and when

I was a kid, in Nam,

um, a few more recently.

[sighs] At my age,

you...you begin to understand

that family is everything.

That's why I am so grateful

that we are all together.

Uh-huh. Let's keep it this way.

- [knocks on table]

[Taylor knocks on table]

Uh, I...I'd like to say

a few words, too.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Uh, um...

Um...being home

after all these years

has been a little daunting.

Uh, but you've all been

very welcoming

and I really...

I do, I appreciate it.

But, uh, it's been pretty rough

the last 20 years.

But Pete's been there for me,

and my spiritualism

has given me strength

on my journey.

I've learned a lot.

But the main thing I've learned

is forgiveness.

Mom...

I want you to know that...

I forgive you.

And I just hope

that you can forgive yourself.

[Ellen]

Aunt Carly's throwing up.

[Julia]

Oh, I'll go. I'll go.

[Ellen]

She asked for Aunt Maggie.

[Julia]

Oh, okay.

Okay. Thanks for...

thanks for, uh...

Yeah, I...I got a work text.

I...I got to go.

Sorry.

[clears throat]

How's it feel to be forgiven?

[both laugh]

- You must be loving this.

- [laughing]

Oh, not so much.

The holier-than-thou thing

just really isn't

playing for me.

[dramatic music]

But you two are more alike

than I imagined.

In what way could we

possibly be alike?

You're both strong-willed.

♪ ♪

And...

you both pretty much say

whatever comes into your head.

♪ ♪

Your sister seems to be

taken with her.

Mm.

She read her aura.

[chuckles]

Carly loved it.

♪ ♪

I think she feels

a connection to Mom.

♪ ♪

I have to go clean.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry about tonight.

I should've told you

she was coming.

Is that why you left Bridgeport?

To get her?

Well, I just didn't want to get

everybody's hopes up.

She's a-a bit

of a hard target.

I think I was about

ten years old before I realized

that she wasn't like

other kids' moms.

I swear I...

if I thought

of doing something wrong,

she'd know about it.

She'd bust me before I even

had the chance.

Has she always been like that?

When Maggie was a teenager,

she told us...

she heard voices,

saw auras.

First we thought

it was some...

psychological

or neurological problem.

But lots of

expensive tests later,

doctors told us

she was fine.

So you think it's real.

I don't know.

But I think it's real for her.

Yeah.

When I was 17, I drank

way too much Southern Comfort.

[both laugh]

And I threw up all night.

And your mom--

she held back my hair.

She covered for me so that Mom

and Dad wouldn't find out.

She saved my butt.

[laughs]

Do you really think

that I look like my mom?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, it's not just

how you look, though.

You...your whole...

your spirit is like hers.

Oh, just...

Wow.

Where'd you get these?

Julia saved them.

Are you upset?

No.

No, it's just, uh...

They were very private

at the time.

Um, I'm glad you have them.

[dramatic music]

Do you miss my mom?

Yes, but we're still in touch.

Death is just a, uh,

transition for the spirit.

Um, your mom and I...

we talk all the time.

♪ ♪

Is she here now?

Yeah, I...I feel her presence.

She's looking out for you.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

Could I talk to her?

Maybe, sometime.

But...but for now,

you just sleep.

- Okay.

- Ah.

[Maggie] Good night.

- Mm, good night.

You guys going?

Uh, we're coming back

tomorrow.

I was hoping

I could have a word.

[telephone ringing]

[indistinct

police radio chatter]

[knock at door]

- Should've got Schwartz's

- What?

The pastrami, it's the best.

Oh, great. Thanks.

[laughs]

What are you doing here?

Uh, you wanted to talk to me?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, no, I had a question...

a jurisdiction issue.

The desk sergeant helped me.

You didn't need to come in.

It's okay. It gave me an excuse

to get out of some family stuff.

Well, as long as

you came all this way...

- Yes, yes. Thank you.

- There you go.

You deserve it.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- So what's going on here?

- Mm.

Oh, just tying up

some loose ends.

You know what? I...

I never got

a chance to tell you,

but I have been

so lucky to have you.

- You're a really good cop.

- [laughs]

You ever consider going

for detective?

I took the exam and failed.

Everybody fails

the first time.

- You?

- No.

- Mm-hmm.

- [chuckles]

Well, what'd you get wrong?

They...I mean,

they don't tell you.

But I know I screwed up

evidence law.

So take it again.

You'd be

a really good detective.

You're too kind.

[chuckles]

What'd you, uh...

what'd you tell him?

The truth.

[engine turning over]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[faucet running]

What?

[faucet stops]

Did you know Pete

was put in foster care

- after Maggie was arrested?

- No.

How would I know that?

I never should've let you

call the police.

Should've stopped you.

[scoffs] She chose to bail out

that assh*le of a boyfriend

with our money and run off

to California.

Remember?

We would've gone bankrupt.

What the hell else

could I have done?

I should've gone after her.

You had a business and a family

to take care of.

And she would've run again,

'cause that's what she does.

You think

I haven't wanted this...

all of us together

in this house?

- I'm not some ogre.

- I didn't say that you were...

Something isn't right, Otto.

Isn't it strange

that after everything

that happened last week,

with Pete,

the money, the police,

that Maggie suddenly

shows up?

I know you want to believe

this is a nice,

happy family reunion,

but what do we know?

Pete robbed a g*n range

three years ago.

- Uh, n-no, he said...

- I know what he said.

The problem is,

I'm not sure if I believe it.

I'm just happy they're back.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

And then I found the g*n

in the fireplace

in the second-floor apartment

behind the drywall.

Turns out the genius

stuffed the g*n down the chimney

of the row house like that scene

in The Godfather .

That's f*cking amazing.

But...

it was actually

The Godfather II.

Oh, my God. Really? Seriously,

you're one of those guys.

- I'm sorry, but I am.

- [sighs]

You want one more? Hmm?

No, that's it.

Two-beer limit.

Besides, I have to go

back to the city first thing.

I'm, uh, bringing in

the blood sample

from Winslow's car.

I thought all the tests

were done.

Nope. Test here

was just for type.

In New York, we're doing

a full panel.

By the end of the week,

we're gonna have

a complete DNA profile

on whoever was in that car

with him.

[Marius] Bullshit.

[Maggie] I don't care. Fine.

- I hope you changed your mind.

- My God, I'm going to bed.

You're making

a big f*cking mistake.

Well, yeah,

it wouldn't be the first time.

He didn't die from the b*llet.

Your old boyfriend Reggie...

the doctors got the slug out.

- He was gonna live.

- I read the M.E.'s report.

What Reggie went through

with Luka, I'd have talked.

- But Reggie didn't.

[Greer] He protected you.

Maybe you could

do something for him

and help us take down the man

who tortured him to death.

- Who's Reggie?

- All right.

You don't want to do it

for your family,

you don't want to do it

for Reggie, fine.

You know, whatever happens,

it's on you.

Sleep tight.

[engine turning over]

Well, good luck

with your vision thing.

[tires squealing]

No, you know what?

I'm not gonna die over some

bullshit psychic vision.

It's just like

that FBI douchebag said.

If Luka kills your whole family,

that's on you.

I'm gonna get my sh*t

and get the f*ck away from you.

I'm sorry.

Can we discuss this, please?

- No, bullshit. Discuss what?

- I've had...this is not my...

There is nothing

to discuss here.

I've done all I can to save you

and your family.

- I need you, Marius.

- Well, that's too bad.

You're part of my vision.

Stop talking

about your vision.

- f*ck you, man!

- Cause me this kind of trouble.

Oh, hey. Well, it's a good thing

you guys are here.

- You working with a Fed?

- The what? No.

- You wearing a wire?

- I'm not wearing...no, no, no.

No, they grabbed us.

I swear, we didn't say anything.

Shut the f*ck up!

Get the f*ck over here!

All right, wait, wait.

I just got to get some...

- [screams]

- What do you need?

What? Come on.

You don't need sh*t!

Put on your scared face.

We're going to Luka.

What's so important that it

couldn't wait until morning?

She has a sample of your blood

from the car.

By the end of the week,

Roby will be able

to identify you

as the passenger.

[sighs]

D-don't they need a court order

to get a person's DNA?

Yeah. But she may have

enough for a warrant.

I can't have any of this

land on you.

[dramatic music]

If there's no other choice,

I'll turn myself in.

That wouldn't solve anything.

You, me, Grandpa, Pete,

we're all implicated.

I need Roby to think...

to know...

that someone else

k*lled Winslow.

I need to get the g*n.

I woke you? Good.

You sleep too much.

Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm drunk.

[stammering]

Doesn't matter.

What I'm...what I'm telling you

is this...

I need to finish

this thing for Moe.

I let all this...

All this happened

because of me.

I let something happen before.

I'm not doing it again.

So...

I need to get

that proclamation back.

You gonna help me

or what?

[Luka]

Please...

Maggie Murphy.

[laughs]

[shouts in native language]

I have been looking forward

to meeting you.

I must tell you, though,

you're a slippery one.

But you also must know

a Montenegrin never gives up.

I-I didn't know. I didn't know

that you were from Montenegro.

Who's this?

Is he your son?

He's a good-looking boy.

[chuckles]

We have so much to talk about.

But first,

anyone care for some coffee?

It's fresh.

[clears throat]

No, thank you.

These two, they know

my passion for coffee.

- You want some?

- No. No, thank you.

No?

- No, thanks.

- I'm all right.

Joe, come on.

You liked my coffee last time.

- This is new bean.

- It's a good bean.

Smell it.

[sizzling]

Aah! m*therf*cker!

You motherfuck...

[speaks native language]

Tough guy!

- Ah, you mother...

- You gonna k*ll me?

[Joe screams]

- Huh?

- Huh? assh*le!

- Oh, you m*therf*cker!

Huh? Frank f*cking told me,

you stupid f*ck!

He wasn't gonna do anything.

I had everything under control.

You did not have

everything under control.

You got something

very, very wrong.

[Joe screams]

- Oh, my God.

Miro? Shut him the f*ck up.

No...

[screams]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Do you know

what they got wrong?

What?

♪ ♪

How about you?

♪ ♪

Do you know, Maggie Murphy?

[exhales deeply]

He's not my son.

Bingo.

♪ ♪

You and Joe had the wrong

f*cking guy from start.

Never knew.

A con man!

Coming to steal my money!

I should k*ll you, too.

Ah, ah, ah.

♪ ♪

Hey...

you remember me, Marius?

- No.

- It's okay.

We never actually met.

Billy Primo

said your name once.

- You remember Billy.

- Yes, I do.

He was meaning to hire you

to con my niece.

Ah, ah, ah, naturally,

I looked you up.

You didn't take the job,

so you lived.

Anyway, stories for

another day.

♪ ♪

Now...

♪ ♪

...where the f*ck is my money?

[♪ Ljiljana Buttler:

"Zvonija, Zvonija"]

[man singing

in native language]

♪ ♪