01x04 - Tonight We Improvise

[bunniefuu]

["Can't You Hear Me Knocking" plays]

[Marty] Okay. Money Laundering .

Say you come across a suitcase
with five million bucks in it.

What would you buy?

A yacht? A mansion? A sports car?

Sorry. The IRS won't let you buy
anything of value with it.

So you better get that money
into the banking system.

But here's the problem.
That dirty money is too clean.

Looks like it just came out
of a bank vault.

You gotta age it up. Crumple it.

Drag it through the dirt.
Run it over with your car.

Anything to make it look like
it's been around the block.

Next, you need a cash business.

Something pleasant and joyful...

with books that are easily manipulated.

No credit card receipts, etcetera.

You mix the five million
with the cash from the joyful business.

That mixture goes from an American bank...

to a bank from any country
that doesn't have to listen to the IRS.

It then goes into a standard
checking account... and voilà.

All you need is access
to one of over three million terminals,

because your work is done.

Your money's clean.

It's as legitimate as anybody else's.

[indistinct chatter in Spanish]

Hi.

What? You don't recognize me
without my tits in your face?

How's it going, Raven?

Actually, my name's Margaret.

-You got that pay stub?
-[softly] Yeah.

Great.

Are they all like this?
With no company name? Just a number?

[Raven] Mm-hmm.

-What about the safe?
-It's in the office.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

It's black, made of steel.

Has one of those dials you turn,
like on my high school locker.

There you go.

So, where to?

-What do you mean?
-I'm supposed to f*ck you now, right?

Oh, no. Mm-mm.

-What, suck you off?
-No, we're good.

Can you give that to the waiter
for me, please?

[Marty] It closed. Forty over asking.

[Wendy] Jonah was born in that house.

And Charlotte was born in another one.
We sold that, too.

You sentimentalize property,
you can kiss profits goodbye.

-[sighs]
-I've been thinking about this a lot.

And I... I know that
we're not in the best...

I know that trust isn't at its,
you know, zenith.

Spit it out, Wendy.

If we were to unsentimentally consider
how to protect this little nest egg,

for the sake of the kids, given that
the feds have been to our house--

Are you saying you wanna
put the assets in your name?

-Seems like the smart thing to do.
-That's never gonna happen.

If you get arrested,
they can freeze everything.

That's not gonna happen, either.

What if I, uh... What if we...
did something with the money?

Maybe real estate?

-Real estate.
-As an investment.

Wendy, I'm trying to save
our f*cking lives here,

not help your new career.

[door opens and closes]

[geese honking nearby]

[vultures screeching]

[Jonah] Does it hurt?

What?

-Dying.
-[chuckles]

Life hurts.

[Jonah] Last year,
a -year-old kid from my school d*ed.

He had cancer.

[Buddy] Well...

"We're born astride the grave." [sighs]

-You know what that means?
-No.

Sit down.

It means... [sighs]

...that we're...

all dying the minute we're born.

Goes fast.

Don't waste it.

Don't waste it.

Would you die without that oxygen?

Hey, I don't know.

Am I dead yet?

Hmm?

[chuckles] Yeah.

Wanna try?

It's cold.

[boat engine revving in distance]

[soft guitar song playing]

♪ I had a house up on a hill
With a little garden... ♪

Eduardo, Eduardo...

[in Spanish] Excuse me.

[in English] Uh, listen.

[in Spanish] I hear you.

[men] Whoo!

-[Marty in English] Yeah.
-[men chuckle, chatter]

-Uh, listen, Eduardo... Sí, sí.
[span style="style_ "/]-[man] Not bad. Not bad.

Yeah. Sí. Sí, sí, sí.

Uh-huh. Well, uh...

[in Spanish]
Could you represent me in a deal?

Um...

Would that constitute
a conflict of interest?

No?

Gracias, amigo.

[in English] Okay.

Uh, Charlotte, um, any chance you can
throw on a windbreaker or something?

-It's degrees outside.
-Yeah, well, if it's readers you're after,

why don't you put some Shakespeare
on your ass?

Well, that's smart.
You know, it's , Dad.

It's not okay to slut-shame.

Well, it's not okay to wear,
you know, Jonah's shorts.

Unbelievable.

[Rachel]
What's that about you needing a lawyer?

[Marty]
Don't know what you're talking about.

[in Spanish]
I didn't know you spoke Spanish.

[in English]
Uh, three years in high school.

Sounded pretty fluent to me.

Mr. Azria was a real ballbuster.

-So, Chicago. That makes you a Cubs fan?
-Yeah, proudly.

Lifelong affliction,
or just since it got fashionable?

[chuckles] Uh...

I grew up in, uh, in South Bend and...

kinda came with the territory,
you know, like... God and football.

-Mm.
-And football.

[Marty chuckles]

-Well, I was raised to hate the Cubs.
-And I was raised to hate the Cardinals.

Fifty bucks says Cards beats the Cubs
in this weekend's series.

-Okay, you're on.
-[man wolf-whistles]

Hey! She's , assh*le!

[man chuckles] Shut down.

[slow country song playing on jukebox]

[woman]
Come on, honey, sit down. Over there.

-[man] All right.
-Be right there, babe.

♪ I walked on the dark side
Of everyone's everyday floor ♪

[Rachel clears throat]

-Langmore.
-♪ And wondrous fairies ♪

♪ They walk through the cr*ck
In the door ♪

[song continues indistinctly]

Who were you just texting?

Why's that any of your business?

'Cause that's what this place is.
It's... it's my business.

Did you know, um, last week,
after the O'Connors came in for brunch,

that they got home to find out
that they were without jewelry,

TV, stereo equipment?

No?

Well, I know you're only a...
a dishwasher,

but just so we're clear here, um...

people have certain expectations
when they come to a place like this, okay?

They want clean silverware.

They want unlimited refills
on their coffee.

And they wanna know that,
when they are done eating

and they come home,
all their sh*t is still gonna be there.

She's a f*cking thief.

[crickets chirping ringtone]

Hello?

[Del] How's my money, Marty?

Um, it's good.

Uh, it's better than expected.
It's starting to move.

I haven't even seen a million yet.

So when you say "It's starting to move,"

what do you mean, like, it's...
Check is in the mail?

Uh, you're gonna have,
um, small in hours.

The deal was eight large, okay?
This is feeling like a slow trickle.

You know, it's not even,
uh, Fourth of July. So...

Ah, American Independence Day.

That's right.

You know what else comes in July?

-Uh, I don't, no.
-My birthday.

You wanna know
what I want for my birthday?

-No.
-I want a good night's sleep...

a good sh*t...

and several million clean from you.

I can help with the last.

Just admit it, Marty. You're f*cked.

We're gonna k*ll your family, gently,
and be done with all this madness.

I'm not sure
what I'm supposed to say to that.

This is your clinical trial.

This is your experiment and,
truth be told, I don't like experiments.

They constipate me.

Just trust me.

No, Marty, I used to trust you. [sighs]
Now I don't know.

-[hangs up]
-Hello?

Ruth, can I talk to you?

Let's go to my office.

-Want to rent the boat tomorrow?
-Yeah! Sounds like fun!

Nice.

Like a... like a serial k*ller's lair.

-I have a job for you.
-I thought I already had a job.

There's a safe in Bobby Dean's office.
I need what's inside.

You're asking me to rob a strip club?

I am.

Why?

This is a situation
where the less you know, the better.

And what's in it for me? [sighs]

If you wanna get ahead in business,

it's questions like that,
asked in that way,

that you're gonna want to avoid.

-f*ck you. Is that businesslike enough?
-[groans]

Listen, I don't like to give
extraneous details.

There's a safe. And I need the contents.

Anything else would be extraneous
or counterproductive.

However, I... I will admit
that it is relevant to tell you

that I'm offering you
ten percent of what's inside.

And what's on the inside?

That's where we get into
the extraneous again.

It's at my risk. I want %.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

As your boss, I hope
I'm not gonna have to negotiate

every single time
I ask you to do something.

-Fifty.
-How about I ask somebody else to do it?

I'm gonna give you %. And that's it.

How about a nod?

Great. Thank you.

[typing]

[sighs]

[Bobby] For a stripper job,

you probably should've come dressed
a little more provocative.

[sultry rock music playing nearby]

You ever dance before?

A little bit.

Bullshit. [chuckles]

You're how old?

Nineteen.

-What year were you born?
- .

Stripping might be every girl's dream,
but it might not be for every girl.

Read me?

Turn around.

Pull your pants up.

Up higher. Up more, up your ass.

-[Ruth scoffs]
-Okay.

Might be something to work with.

Turn back around.

So there are two types of dances.
Stage dance and a lap dance.

Now, stage dance,
merely an advertisement for a lap dance.

Stage dance, guys tossing singles
up there, might be interested.

But his d*ck ain't necessarily hard.

A lap dance...
now that's dancing around a hard d*ck.

And a hard d*ck presents opportunities.

You understand what I mean by that?

What do I mean by that?

I know what opportunities are.

Okay.

Well, you're no f*cking beauty.
You know that, right?

Ain't necessarily a bad thing.

More important is,
you know how to tease a man.

Do you?

[softly] I don't know.

You tell me.

What do you think I'm thinking about?

-Right now.
-[exhales softly]

All right.

Move on to the audition part
of the interview.

[chuckles]

Go on. Close the door.

[sighs]

Well, it ain't gonna suck itself,
sweetheart.

[groans] What the f*ck?

I guess you're right.
Stripping isn't for everyone.

[groans]

f*ck! [groaning]

[vultures screeching]

[screeching continues]

[crickets chirping ringtone]

-Hello?
-I need two grand.

What? Two grand? No chance.

-I got expenses.
-What kind of expenses?

The club has cameras, an alarm system.

I'm gonna have to go
during business hours.

You care to tell me
exactly how you plan on doing that?

Yeah, it's really a situation
where the less you know, the better.

Marty, you there?

Marty?

Um, yeah. Whatever you need, it's fine.

[TV playing indistinctly]

Hey. I was just out on the lake,

-and there is this property and--
-Um, listen, Wendy.

[stammering] It's half-built,
it's stalled and it's for sale.

-We gotta talk about something, please.
-Look, I know...

Um... Let me talk.

...I should never have said
that we should put the assets in my name.

-But I really think we can launder money--
-Wendy, this is about Jonah.

[Wendy] It could just be a phase.

I mean, I remember -year-old boys.
It's all raging hormones

-and unparalleled cluelessness.
-Come on. Please.

Did you or any other -year-olds
you know

go through a disemboweling-animals phase?

-That's ridiculous.
-I just think he needs to find a friend.

-Someone to hang out with.
-He didn't have friends in Chicago.

No. Well, he just hasn't found
his crowd yet.

-You're being soft.
-I'm not being soft.

You are. You're minimizing the problem,

and you're rationalizing.
That's what you accuse me of doing.

No, I'm giving Jonah
the benefit of the doubt.

-And what am I doing?
-Maybe you could do the same.

I'm concerned.
Why should I feel guilty about that?

Well, I'm concerned!

-It doesn't sound like it.
-He's messing with dead animals.

-That's all we know.
-That doesn't sound like you're concerned.

I think that's a pretty big deal.

What if he's k*lling these animals, too?

Okay, that would be...
That would be very different.

Exactly, that'd be very different.
It would be a thing, Wendy.

A thing we'd potentially have
to deal with the rest of our lives.

I don't think we need to go there,
all right?

-Why not?
-Not yet.

Why not? Because he's a sweet,
gentle little boy.

-Quiet, please. Quiet.
-He makes his mother Mother's Day cards

out of construction paper.

I know he's a sweet boy, but he's a...

He can be a bit strange at times,
can he not?

You can admit that, right?
Every once in a while?

[Wendy] Oh, my God.

[Marty] What?

What?

-[Wendy] The Langmores.
-What about them?

[Wendy] I thought they were the ones
with the dead animals.

So I went over there
and I threw a possum on their roof.

They're gonna think I'm f*cking insane.

-[Marty] You what?
-[Wendy] It's this place, Marty.

-[Marty] You threw a possum?
-No, it's this place. It's this place!

I just... I just don't know if this is
any kind of place to raise a kid, any kid.

Especially if... [sighs]

If what?

What if it's genetic?

-It's not that.
-No, you know my brother's history.

Wendy, there's no way it's that.

[stammering] This is a... a normal kid

that is having some sort of
adolescent death fixation.

That's... that's normal.

Yeah, but what if he's that...

you know, that strange,
beautiful kid who...

one day goes and sh**t up a high school?

What then?

No, I, uh...
I grew up coming here with my dad.

Just summers, from Chicago.
But my mom hated it, though.

-Uh-huh. You got boats?
-Mm.

Uh, not anymore.
I'm more of a fly fisherman now.

-You know any anglers around here?
-There's a few. Not many.

Well, if you know someone,

I'd be willing to pay them to show me
spots where the water really moves, so...

[Russ] How much you talking?

Uh... hundred bucks?

Robert Powell.

Russ Langmore.

-Good to meet you.
-Oh, the pleasure's mine.

Am I in trouble?

No, it's not about
being in trouble, sweetie.

No, you're not in trouble.
Not at all. Um...

'Cause I didn't mean to do
anything wrong or anything.

I know. We just wanna talk to you
about what's going on, you know.

Everyone's running in every
different direction. It's, uh, you know...

There's a lot... there's a lot going on.

And, uh... things can... It can be...

-Strange.
-Yep.

And, um... it's a big adjustment,
especially when you go to a town

where you don't know anybody
except your own family.

It can be lonely. So... um...

Jonah, did you k*ll those animals?

What?

Are you kidding?

-[Marty] Concerned, more like it.
-I love animals.

[Wendy] I know.
That's why it seemed so strange.

Did you know that turkey vultures
have a wingspan of over six feet?

They feed on dead animals.

The carcasses give off a chemical that
the vultures can smell over a mile away.

Jonah, are you saying...

that you're dragging dead animals here
to the house so you can study vultures?

Yeah, if you cut their bellies
a little bit...

the vultures will come swooping down
at, like, miles an hour.

I was really careful
to wash my hands afterwards.

Oh, good.

I was trying to tell you before
about that...

that great big house on Sunrise Beach
on Mile ?

It's not the time to talk about this.

No, but... I mean,
it's half-built and it's rotting,

-but can't you move money--
-It's not the time to talk about this.

-Oh, come on!
-I've had a long day

-and I'm late for something.
-It's a good idea!

[urinating]

I know it. You know it.

[sighs]

-Got that two grand?
-Yeah, what's it for?

You don't want to know, Martin.
Extraneous sh*t.

All right.

[boys chattering indistinctly]

What the f*ck are you doing?

[Ruth] You're clear what we talked about?

-[Three] Don't worry. We got this.
-Smoking stunts your growth.

All right, listen, m*therf*ckers.
If you deviate from the plan,

I'll take a dull f*cking blade
and cut y'all.

[sighs heavily]

-[indistinct chatter]
-["Bad Man" playing]

♪ Ahh, ahh ♪

♪ Well, I suffer long ♪

♪ Through ill and woe ♪

♪ Done so many wrong ♪

♪ I don't even know ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't change... ♪

[sirens wailing]

[woman over radio] Report of sh*ts fired
at Lickety Splitz Night Club.

All units proceed with caution.

[officers talking indistinctly]

["Bad Man" continues playing]

Turn the music off!

Get off the stage!
Ma'am, get off the stage!

[Bobby] sh*ts fired? What the f*ck?

Who the hell said sh*ts fired?
There were no g*dd*mn sh*ts fired.

I wanna see a f*cking warrant.
Where the f*ck are you going?

-[people clamoring]
-What? What is this?

Everybody, up. Back. Shut the f*ck up.

Jesus. How old are you, son?

All right, let's see some IDs.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

I want my f*cking lawyer.

Somebody call my lawyer right f*cking now.

[crickets chirping ringtone]

Hey, what happened? Are you crazy?

I'm in here with the safe,
but I can't get it open.

Why not?

You really wanna know the ins and outs
of a f*cking Trako floor safe?

No, I don't. I want you to break
into the safe and get me what's inside.

I can't. I just... I gotta get out.

Wait a second.

Wait a second. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

-How big is that safe?
-I don't know.

Like the size of a microwave?

Go around to the back door
and meet me there in five minutes.

-No, I can't. I--
-Just go.

Five minutes. Wait for me.
I'll be right there.

[grunts]

[Marty] I mean,
did you even have a f*cking plan?

A stethoscope or a bobby pin at least?
Jesus Christ.

[engine starting]

[tires screeching]

[Ruth]
What the f*ck did you trick me into?

% of some worthless sh*t?

Can you just shine the light
down here, please?

[sighs]

If I get popped for this,
I'll be sent away for years.

For what?

-Did you hear me?
-Just shine the f*cking light.

-Give me the light.
-Stupid ass.

[Ruth sighs]

Oh, hang on.

This is good.

This is... This is good.

What is it?

[Marty] This is good.

That's very good.

[Petty] So I get to this
beautiful running stream.

Just thick with grayling, trout,
smooth bottom.

-Perfect water. Just cold as tits, right?
-[Russ] Uh-huh.

So I open my fly box.

It's not my fly box.

And it's empty.

[chuckles softly]

What'd you do?

Okay, so, what, it's early morning,
it's early June.

I improvised. I lean down.

I'm wearing these socks, right?
Black socks with a red stripe.

So I start pulling on these socks.

I get about a foot of the thread,
little bit of the red

and then I start wrapping it
around the hook.

And when I'm done,
I have this thing, it looks like...

[chuckles]

It looks like a bloody f*cking spider
that somebody stomped on or something.

-[laughs]
-But I figure, "What the f*ck."

[Russ] And?

Eight big browns, rainbows,

-in less than two hours.
-[whistles]

sh*t you not.

Ah, no such luck today.

-We missed the hatch.
-[Petty] Well, no worries.

It's just so good to be
outside the city, you know.

[Russ] St. Louis?

[Petty] Chicago.

-[Russ] Uh-huh.
-Mm-hmm.

What do you do in Chicago?

Retired Marine.

I got my pension before I got sh*t.
Hallelujah.

My old man wanted to be a Marine,
but he was too much of a p*ssy.

He ended up Navy.

Always complaining.

Took it out on us.

He f*cking hated the service.

Yeah, so did I.

I don't like being tied down, you know?

It's suffocating.

And I just got out of a relationship
with a freaking lunatic.

-Oh, sh*t.
-Yeah.

So, compared to that,
not catching any fish is f*cking paradise.

-Yeah?
-[chuckles] Yeah.

So, your ex...

She hot at least?

Not she.

He.

Don't worry.
I only f*ck guys that wanna get f*cked.

[Wendy] There you go.

[Marty] Good morning.
How did everybody sleep?

-[Wendy] Hey.
-Oh, thanks.

[Wendy] Mm-hmm.

How'd you guys sleep, huh?

I slept very, very well. Look at this.

Great, thank you.

Everybody, okay? Charlotte, you all right?

You do know that sound carries
across water, don't you?

What does that mean?

It's not enough that you're criminals,
but you gave us one chance,

-a couple weeks ago...
-We're not criminals.

-...to ask about the sh*t that went down.
-What are you talking about?

And you threw a dead animal
at somebody's house?

Hey, that was supposed to be
a private conversation.

You used to say,
"Do whatever you're gonna do,

as long as you're honest about it," right?

But are either of you honest? Ever?

When outright lies
aren't spilling out of your mouths,

you're eating f*cking pancakes,

-pretending everything's fine...
-That's enough.

...when, really, last night you said
you think Jonah might sh**t up a school?

-We were very concerned.
-Very worried.

-Jonah had an explanation--
-Did you say it or not?

-Just tell the truth.
-You think I'd sh**t up a school?

-No, come on. Of course not.
-No, sweetheart. It's just--

Something you said. Right.

Who said it? You or dad?

[scoffs]

[balcony door opens and closes]

[Jonah] You think I'm weird, don't you?

-No. No.
-No, I don't.

Why should I believe anything you say

when you've been lying to me
my entire life?

I know. I'm grounded, no phone,
no social media, no driver's license.

-I get it, okay?
-No. Actually...

you're right.

Wendy!

Wendy!

[Wendy] No, it's really small.
It reminds me of my hometown.

There is a complete lack of decent pizza.

The best coffee is, get this...
It's at the Piggly Wiggly.

And everyone here is a Cards fan.
And Jesus, it is hot.

God Almighty, it is hot.

It's not even July yet.

And it's... it's really quiet.

Which...

you know, can either be very calming
or it can drive you batshit crazy.

Anyway... [sighs] I...

I... I know this is insane...

but I just don't know who else to talk to.

And honestly,
I just wanted to hear your voice.

Bye.

-[keys jangling]
-[indistinct chatter]

[lock buzzes]

[Marty] Thank you.

The f*ck are you doing here?

[Marty] I've come to buy your strip club.

Your titty bar.

And they let you in, why?

Because I offered to post your bail.

It was steep, too, with the pandering
and endangering a minor,

not once, but five times.

[inhales deeply] Um...

I think a fair price for the club
is $ , .

And you think
you can steal my f*cking club

by getting me tossed in jail?

I'm not stealing. I'm buying.

I ain't selling.

Guard! [grunts]

I'm done here.

Let me ask you a question.
When you went to post your own bail,

and you noticed that
your accounts were offline...

did you stop to wonder why?

Never mind.

[door shuts and locks]

Yeah, I don't think you're aware,
but a few weeks ago I was in your club

and I was talking to a few people
that you employ

and I found out
that you like to vacation in Panama.

I thought, "Why Panama? Why not
Mexico or Belize?" [inhales deeply]

Unless it had something
to do with the fact

that Panama is a hub for money laundering.

I want my f*cking lawyer!

You want the Panamanian lawyer?

The one that sets up the shell companies

for you to launder your money
through your club?

I mean, what are the odds that we've both
done considerable time in Panama?

That's, like... What was it?
That's three to one, at least.

What are the odds that we both recognize

the value of the legal community
in that country?

It's five to one, I'll bet you.

But what are the odds that we would

both be drawn to the work
of the contracts lawyers

at the law firm of Machado Philipo?

Those odds are very long.

Yeah?

-I ain't f*cking talking to you.
-It's okay. You can just listen.

'Cause I'm just...
I'm thinking out loud about...

[sighs]

...how shell companies work, you know.
The... the miracle, really,

that makes it possible
to move money around

without countries being able to track it.

Uh, I'm just... I'm fascinated by it.

What has me thoroughly taken

is how a man can own
and operate a company...

without ever putting his name on it,

so that every move, every transaction,
is perfectly undetectable.

Think about that. How's that possible?

How, if you never put
your name on a company,

do you ever even own the company?

I don't get it. I mean,
it's something to ponder, isn't it?

I mean, that guy would have to be
in possession, physical possession,

of that company's bearer shares.

Yeah?

The piece of paper?
The deed to his empire?

It would all come down to that,
wouldn't it?

And if he was in possession
of that piece of paper...

where do you think he'd keep it?

You think he'd put it in a safe?

In a manila envelope...

in the false bottom of that safe?

Now, I don't go to church
and I don't consider myself a Christian.

I don't consider myself anything,
but I do like to think

that I follow a certain code.

So, even though I now am in possession
of that little piece of paper...

I'm not gonna take your club.
I'm gonna buy it.

And as I said...

I'm able to make you a very fair offer.

So...

One seventy-five?

So, I... I know that a lot of you
have been through a lot, and...

and I appreciate your patience.

I... I won't take much of your time.
I just wanted to simply introduce myself.

My name is...
is Marty Byrde and, as of now,

I'm the proud owner
of this gentlemen's club.

Uh, I'm not gonna stand up here
and disparage your former boss.

You all know that this club
was breaking laws.

Uh, the one thing that I...

that I wanna say,
I wanna make crystal clear is that,

you know, you all have rights.

You have the right to self-esteem.

-[woman] That's right.
-The right to self-respect.

Not to mention
the respect of the customers,

the respect of the employers,
myself included.

-[woman] Yeah.
-Yeah? I'm just...

I'm happy to say that, uh,
things are changing around here.

All for the better.

-[woman] Mm-hmm.
-Uh, in short...

none of you are... are ever gonna
have to give another blowjob again.

[women chuckling, murmuring,
scoffing]

How the hell do you expect us
to make a living then?

[woman]
Mm-hmm.

-Here's fine.
-No, no, no. I can pull up your driveway.

I've got plenty of gas.

So, uh, how about tomorrow?

I'm busy tomorrow.

Okay. Well, how about the day after that?

-I gotta check. Thanks.
-Mm-hmm.

[Petty] Whoa.

What in the hell is that?

[Russ] Bobcats. Uh...

Whoa. Whoa.

Hey. I'm Robert.

-Ruth.
-Oh, don't you work at the Blue Cat?

I thought I saw you there. Hey, man.

Hey, think about the day after tomorrow.

I mean, if it's about money,
I can pay you more.

Like I said, I... I gotta check.

Okay. See you.

-Check what?
-[truck door closes]

-Turning down money ain't like you.
-[truck backs away]

[horn honks]

Why you turning down money?
Money for what?

Shut up, Boyd. He's a f*cking f*g.

Okay. Here's your seven grand.

That's % of last night's take
at the club.

-Beats washing dishes, huh?
-Don't act like this is a f*cking gift.

You ever say, "Thank you"?
Those words? In your life?

I f*cking earned this.

I'll take that as a no.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Rachel] Thank you.

-I see a man who could use a beer.
-Ugh. You see correctly.

Uh, I've got some good news
and some bad news.

Um... start with the good news.

Uh, I have invested in another business,

so I'm gonna be out of your hair
for a little bit.

And, um... the bad news is that, uh...

I'm gonna be back here,
uh, in a little bit

to watch the game, after which
you'll likely be bucks lighter.

[chuckles] Well, unfortunately,
during game time, I will be elsewhere.

[man chuckling] A little local tradition.

Sunday night,
while we're watching the game of the week,

she's getting her f*ck of the week.

[chuckles]

Sunday nights I go down to the Rusty Hull
and drink some tequila.

And then, around ten o'clock,
Minnie Riperton comes on that jukebox.

Some young local thing
gets me to slow dance.

Four out of five, he's gonna slip his hand
down the back of my jeans.

And if he is cute...

I'll let him.

Oh, hey.

-Hey.
-What'll you have?

-[man] I'll have a Miller Lite.
-Um, okay.

[Wendy] ...two, three, go!

One, two, three, go!

Ha! Ha!

[both laughing]

[Wendy] Okay. One, two, three...

-One, two, three, go!
-[Jonah] Yep. Told ya...

[enters code, unlocks]

[Wendy] Ha! Gotcha!

One, two, three, go!

[line ringing]

[Gary over voice mail]
Hi, it's Gary Silverberg.

Please leave a detailed message
after the beep.

[voice mail beeps]

I've been trying
to tell you since yesterday

about that half-built house
on Sunrise Beach.

[Marty] Mm-hmm. What about it?

Well, I used the money
from the Chicago house and I bought it.

Now, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure
you can inflate construction costs

and launder money through it.

And quite frankly,
I don't give a sh*t if you like it or not.

'Cause I feel pretty good about it.

It's a good idea,
and I did it for our family.

What'd you do today...

for our family?

Bought a strip club.

[intercom ringing]

-[man through speaker] Name.
-Bobby Dean for Jacob.

[gate unlocks]

Darlene?

Could we have a couple of glasses, please?
Some lemonade? Thank you.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hello?

[man on phone]
It says, "Wendy" on my father's phone.

I think you knew him.
I... I'm sure you did.

We all have lots of questions
about his death,

and I was wondering
if you maybe had any information.

[phone clicks]

How'd they treat you down there?

Oh, you know...

You speak to Sheriff Nix?

-My lawyer did.
-What'd he say?

What lawyers say, I guess.

This Marty Byrde...

-I don't know what to tell you about him.
-Financial planner. Comes from Chicago.

Appears in Lake Ozark.

Sounds like something
from a newspaper headline.

I'll work it out.

What else do you know about him?

Besides he washes money?

How'd he come to know
that's what you were doing?

-[Bobby] That's just it. I--
-Sprung a leak?

I mean, but... who?

That's what I'm asking.

Darlene!

More lemonade, please.

Redneck and a hillbilly
are strolling along a country lane,

talking about the Garden of Eden.

The redneck,
drinking whiskey as he walks...

believes that Adam and Eve
had every right to take that apple...

for, if God were kind...

why would he forbid them
from partaking in that delicious fruit?

The hillbilly listens and nods.

Then the redneck finishes the bottle
and throws it onto the path.

When the hillbilly frowns...

the redneck says,
"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

When the hillbilly frowns again,

redneck says,
"You judge doubly, you sin twice."

Whereupon God smites the redneck dead.

Hillbilly...

forever silent and diligent...

digs the redneck's grave...

fashions a humble tombstone
from the empty bottle,

and walks on.

That eve...

he witnesses the most beautiful sunset
ever 'fore made.

[Darlene] Ah.

-Oh! Oh!
-Oh.

-Oh, Jesus. Oh... I... I...
-[Darlene] Lord, I am sorry.

[groans]

[grunts and gags]

[Bobby choking]

[gagging]

f*cking redneck.

[machine beeps]

-[Jonah] What are you doing?
-You're supposed to be in bed.

Is this how you do it?

It's part of it.

Could you explain all of it?

["Can't You Hear Me Knocking" plays]

Okay.

Money Laundering .
Let's start with this.

Let's say you come across a suitcase
with five million bucks in it.

What would you buy?

A sports car? A yacht? A mansion?

Well, too bad, the IRS won't let you buy
anything of value...

-[continues indistinctly]
-♪ Yeah, you got satin shoes ♪

♪ Yeah, you got plastic boots ♪

♪ Y'all got cocaine eyes ♪

♪ Yeah, you got speed-freak jive, now ♪

♪ Can't you hear me knockin'
On your window ♪

♪ Can't you hear me knockin'
On your door ♪

♪ Can't you hear me knockin'
Down your dirty street ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Help me, baby ♪

♪ Ain't no stranger ♪

♪ Help me, baby ♪

♪ Ain't no stranger ♪

♪ Help me, baby ♪

♪ Ain't no stranger ♪

♪ Can't you hear me knockin' ♪

♪ Are you safe asleep? ♪

♪ Can't you hear me knockin' ♪

♪ Yeah, down the gaslight street, now ♪

♪ Can't you hear me knockin' ♪

♪ Yeah, throw me down the keys ♪

♪ All right, now ♪

♪ Hear me ringing
Big bell tolls ♪

♪ Hear me singing soft and low ♪

♪ I've been begging on my knees ♪

♪ I've been kickin'
Help me, please ♪

♪ Hear me prowlin' ♪

♪ I'm gonna take you down ♪

♪ Hear me growlin' ♪

♪ Yeah, I've got flatted feet
Now, now, now, now ♪

-♪ Hear me howlin' ♪
-♪ And all ♪

♪ I'm all around your street now ♪

-♪ Hear me knockin' ♪
-♪ And all ♪

♪ I'm all around your town ♪