All language subtitles for Sneaky.Pete.S01E02.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

Wow.

Cute place. I guess.

You know, your brother's
my guy for spotting cheats.

And there's nobody
better,

but I don't think
even he

could spot that.
Could you spot that?

One second. What the fuck
is your boss doing here?

- Look, I told him.
- You told him?

- You told him what?
- I think he could help.

Just listen for a second.

I'm sorry. I--
I don't really understand.

What? You need some money?

I'm here, Marius,

because I heard that you
were taking down a cheater.

And I don't like cheaters.

And he's good, Marius.

- You've seen him play?
- No. No.

- But he's been
playing for years.
- All right. All right.

He--

You good?

I like to think I am.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Okay.

- That too fast?
- No. Row.

I don't know what
my brother told you,

but, uh, we're not looking
for card players.

What are you looking for?

What everybody's
looking for

money.

What's the buy-in?

Gold Circle's 50.

You get a quarter cut
and a T-shirt.

Diamond Circle,
you get half the take,

your name in the program.

Fucking program?

Hey, you give me
a hundred thousand dollars

to stake the play,
I'll print the program.

You know, as much
as I would love

to have one of your imaginary
T-shirts and programs,

I don't invest in cons.

I've been playing this game
since I was a boy.

My Aunt Georgia taught me.

She used to say
poker was for boys.

Bridge----

that's for grownups.

3 of diamonds.

Oh. You're good.

You got that it's
a number card in red,

but you're not great.

It's the 6 of hearts.

Sorry you came all this way,
Vince, for nothing.

Try the cherry pie.

- Marius, wait. Wait.
- Eddie-- Eddie--

Just give him a second.
Won't you just listen?

- Let me go talk to him.
- Go.

Marius.

Come on, Marius.

Jim Brown was number 32
in Cleveland

and 44 at Syracuse.

Syracuse and Cleveland
it was.

You know he was also
a great lacrosse player?

Maybe you pushed Vince
too hard back there?

He's gonna call before
we get in the cab.

- Okay.
- Come on, man.

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yeah.

Okay.

He's in for a hundred.

False alarm, buddy.

Hey.

Psst.

- Hey.
- Motherfucker!

God damn it.

You okay?

Yeah. Just a leg cramp.

You like what you see?

Yeah. Oh. Uh, no.

- Get out.
- Uh...

Out.

Towel.

You don't
get to see this anymore.

You got this place
all to yourself?

Yeah. Vince makes a call,
they open up.

His games go all night.

Sometimes I need a break

from all those assholes
leering at me,

like you're doing right now.

Where's Eddie?

Running the big table.

Oh, he doesn't know
he's a prisoner?

No.

Really?

Not yet.

Vince has a big player.

He's ahead, and Eddie's
his favorite dealer.

Why do you want to know
where Eddie is?

Are you thinking
of grabbing him?

Vince has Richard on Eddie.

He doesn't let him
out of his sight.

Why does Vince have
his guys looking for me?

- You ran before.
- Vince doesn't
want to hurt me.

Well, he wants to know
where you are.

Winslow, however,
he wants to kill you.

Vince is not gonna
let Winslow do anything.

Oh, yeah? You don't think

Winslow can come up
with an excuse,

say that you went for a gun?

How are you gonna get
a hundred thousand in a week?

I've pulled down
more than that before.

Yeah, with a crew
and a solid play.

You at least got a place
to lay low, work the cash?

I got a place. I don't know
how much cash I can get.

They have a safe, but...

as far as I know,
it's collecting dust.

I'm surprised
you didn't just run.

Oh, without Eddie?

Karolina, he's my brother.

You wanted to know where
Eddie is. Now you know.

If you'll excuse me,
I need to relax.

I also wanted to see you.

Really?

Did you ever stop to think

about what happened to Charlie
could have happened to me?

Every second, everyday.

Did you talk to Marjorie?

Three fucking years
I survived.

I'm not going to risk that.

You have ten seconds
before I start yelling again.

- What country are you from?
- Fuck you.

You could have said Poland.

Don't tell Vince I was here.

Well, not yet,
but his people told me

he was looking for
a good game,

and I run the best
game in town, so--

Uh--

Ah. Don't worry about it.

That's all right.
Next time.

No, no, no, no. There's
always a place at my tables

for you, Mr. Mukherjee.

Hmm? Yeah.

He's not coming.

God damn it.

I almost had him

when I told him Affleck
was playing, but...

he's such a starfucker.

So you're rested
and rejuvenated?

Yes, I am.

Well...

All right.

I love hockey.

I love Amanda. I love
supporting her dreams.

Yeah.
And you love coffee.

Yes, I do. And I love you.

Have a good day.

I'll be home for dinner.

- Yeah?
- All right.

- Who's picking me up?
- I am.

Have a good practice.

All right. Hat trick day.

Ha ha. Go get 'em.

It's just me.

I said it's just me.

Why do I have the gun?

So Amanda's
playing hockey now, huh?

You got to get up
at the crack to get that--

She mentioned you
the other day.

Said "Whatever
happened to that guy

who was around
before Brendon?"

Couldn't
remember your name.

Maybe because she hasn't
seen you in five years.

Well, you--
you told me to leave.

That's how you
remember it, huh?

I recall you, uh, dumped me

for someone
younger and prettier.

Well, she wasn't prettier,

but she was better
at accents.

And then there was
her biggest selling point.

She didn't adopt a kid.

So five years gone. Wow.

In the joint?

Yeah.

I heard about Charlie.

Not the particulars.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

I don't have any money,
Marius.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm not asking for money.

Then what are you asking for?

Uh, uh, I need you

to, uh, to backstop me
with my parole officer.

I was supposed to check in
a couple of days ago,

and by tomorrow he's
going to be on fire.

No. I-- I don't want
to have anything to do

with your narrative. No.

You know, I don't want
to have to tell Brendon

- you're running a con.
- I'm not running a con.

Sure you are.
Look at you, you know.

You're pretending to be
some suburban housewife,

- uh, cooking casseroles--
- Thank you.

...and pot roasts
and shit.

Okay. Well, according
to that definition,

everyone would be
running a con.

Fine. Fuck. I'm running a con.

But you know what?
This is a con

I plan on running
for the rest of my life.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to threaten you.

Yeah, you did.

Okay, I'm just desperate.

You should have led with that.

Write down the details
of the play.

Keep it simple.

You know anyone driving
a black Grand Am?

Force of habit. I always
clock the cars on the block.

I haven't seen
that car before.

The place I'm staying,
there's some suspicion.

What? I-- I don't want
your shit coming here.

You know, it's really
not a big deal.

Uh, hey, I'm going
to need a favor.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- That thing
you did in Wichita.

Do you remember that?

Are you fucking serious?

Please?

Thank you, universe.

I wonder what he's been doing
for the last 20 years.

He said insurance.

Well, he wasn't in insurance
when he was a teenager.

Huh.

We don't know
anything about him

except who his father is
and who his mother is.

Who knows how far
he fell from that tree?

Look.

I know he snuck out last night.

He hit a squeaky floorboard
and went out the window.

- I never heard him come back.
- Hmm.

Hey.

The house is still very quiet.

We'll see what the doctor
has to say about that.

I'm not dead yet,
for Christ's sakes.

This is going to be
a really sad last run

if Dr. Geffen says
that's off the table.

It's not all about you,
Otto.

How do you think I'd feel
if you kick it

when you're
on top of me some night?

Nobody says
you can't be on top.

Oh.

Hey.

Good morning, Pete.

Good morning.

- How'd you sleep?
- Oh, well, you know,

I'm still getting used
to the bed a little bit.

Eggs will be up in ten.

Actually, t--
to be honest, Grandma,

I, uh...

I didn't sleep
at all last night.

Hmm?

I snuck out.

I didn't want to wake you,
so I--

I went out the window.

And I--
I borrowed your truck.

I went to the city with it.

I drove to White Plains
to-- to visit a friend.

Uh, and I am so sorry.

I'll pay you back
for the gas.

All you have to do
is ask, Pete.

There's no need
to sneak around.

I know. I know.

We have an old beater
you can use

to get around
whenever you need.

Well, thank you.

Hey, I got a question
for you.

Yeah?

Whose room am I in?

You don't remember?

I know that it was either
my mother's or my aunt's,

but I can't remember which.

I, uh-- I just-- I know
that there was a, uh,

an access to an attic
in one of the rooms,

and Taylor and I
used to go up there.

We would, uh, set up
our mad scientist lab

and, you know, mix together
potions and all that.

Do you remember that? Yeah.

You made an unholy
mess up there.

Well, we were mad scientists.

Uh, the attic access

was in your aunt
Lila's room.

This was Maggie's.

You changed it.

Yes, I did.

You look tired.

Studying for the exam.

Oh, yeah?
How's that going?

It's going.

Did you know in the
state of Connecticut,

for a pickle to be
considered a pickle,

it must bounce?

You studying to become
a food inspector?

Taylor's going to take
his detective exam-- again.

Well, at least he's trying
to accomplish something.

She was just joking,
Audrey.

I was?

So when are we going
to head to Pine Top?

- Hmm?
- Uh, yeah.

W-Whenever you--
Whenever you want
to do that.

You--

You remember when we--
we blew up that old truck?

Right? With all that--
that stolen dynamite?

Hmm?

Do you remember that?

My sainted brother
broke the law?

No, I-- It was--

We blew up a paint can
with a firecracker.

Oh, Grandpa, I was hoping
to leave Jacob with you

while I went
to the shop today.

I knew you'd forget.
I told you

I have to take Otto
to the doctor this morning.

When are you going
to line up some day care

- that isn't your grandfather?
- I don't mind.

I don't mind.

We'll come over
to the shop right after.

Hey, you know,
I can go with Julia

and watch Jacob.

You know, I got
to learn the job.

You ever babysat
a 2-year-old?

Yeah, I find that
with their first beer,
they're really easy.

Hey. What do you have?

Uh, left your place around 10.

Drove to the city.
Parked in Chinatown.

A woman came out--
beautiful, money.

Stays there, mm, an hour

and then drives to a house

in White Plains.

Stayed there till about 1.

Slept in the truck
a few hours.

At least I assume he--

he slept. I know I did.

Uh, a little before dawn,

he goes into a house,

into a house,

meets with a woman for a bet.

Heads back to the party.

He clocked you?

Probably.
I'm terrible at this.

He told me he skipped out,
took my truck into the city.

I wondered if maybe he knew
he'd been followed,

was trying to play
off my suspicions.

Whatever you're thinking

your long-lost
grandson is up to,

he is in a situation.

What kind?

The oldes--
well, the second oldest.

The woman in White Plains
is Katie Boyd.

Husband is Brendon Boyd.

Pretty sure your Pete
is bumping uglies

with Mrs. Katie Boyd.

You want me
to stay on him?

Uh, maybe I just picked up
on the cheating.

- Set off my alarms.
- Yeah, you do have

a pretty good instinct
in that regard.

How much longerdo I have
to keep doing shit for you?

I mean, I'm not asking
for the exact date,

- more general.
- Oh, I don't know, Sam.

I'd say you have to keep
doing what I ask you

until you pay what you owe.

I thought you were
getting ready.

I'm ready.

Miss Trotosian,

I've talked to his lawyer
and the jail.

Bring all the documentation
and the check,

and we should have him
out after lunch.

Nice.

Well,

my whale thinks
he's a big shot,

so we got to treat him
like a big shot, right?

I don't make up
the rules.

Who's the whale?

His name is,
uh, Charles McGregor.

He, uh, runs--
well, he ran

a small, very successful
hedge fund,

and now he, uh,
plays bridge full time.

Uh, another Wall Street
asshole playing bridge, huh?

So what's the play?

We draw him and his partner
into a high-stakes game.

We let them win
for three weeks in a row,

and then we clean him out.

How does he cheat?

What is it, a cough code,

or are we playing footsies
like the Italians?

Uh, yeah, it took me
a while to figure it out.

At first I thought it was
like the Norwegians, right?

But then I noticed
how he moves his cards
when he's sorting.

Uh, the first card he moves
indicates the suit.

If he moves it all the way
to the left, it's spades.

Second slot is hearts,
so on, so forth.

Second card
indicates a number,

which he moves to the right.

Ah, very good.

Good eye. Okay.
Saying you're right--

- I am right.
- Which, well, we'll see.

I'm right.

I still don't see the play.

I mean, how do we
cheat the cheater?

We can't leave it to chance.

No, no, no, no. No.

I never leave
anything to chance.

No, I got--
I got an inside man.

Not a man
but a woman.

That's you.

Yes, it's me.

Thank you for choosing
Bernhardt Bail Bonds.

We know you have a choice
when it comes--

Whoo-hoo. Another $200.

We're saved.

I got a question

I've wanted answered
for 20 years.

What's in the safe?

No, I just--
I just have a memory

of all of us wondering
what was in there.

Oh, just say it.

What?

"Rublies."

What?

You don't remember rublies?

When we were kids,

I said there might be gold
and diamonds and rublies.

- Oh, right.
- I thought there
was an L in it.

That was hilarious.

Yeah, for you.

Called me rublies for a week.

I was just happy you were
calling me anything.

So...

Yeah, well,

so there's no gold
and rublies in there, huh?

Life was better
when we were 10.

Yeah,
it's mostly collateral.

Uh, some jewelry,
silverware,

a rare book once. Why?
You thinking of robbing it?

Well, not if that's all
that's in there.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, I got a couple
of people

coming by later
to fill out paperwork

and drop off a chec.

Thought I'd take Pete
with me out on rounds.

Uh, Jacob's down
for his nap.

Snacks and juice
are in the bag.

And, uh, thanks.

Our pleasure,
sweetheart.

How was the, uh,
the doctor, Grandpa?

Oh, he said I was fine.

He said you shouldn't
exert yourself.

He said I shouldn't
exert myself

any more than any man my age.

And how old are you?

25 when I
look in the mirror.

You didn't tell Grandma
about Persikof, did you?

Oh, I will. Soon.

Some day.

Maybe on her deathbed.

Or mine.

The way things are
right now,

I'll probably
check out first.

What happens now
with Persikof?

Well, Connecticut and
New York fight over him.

New York probably wins,
murder trumping tax evasion.

Right, but New York
doesn't know Connecticut
has him, right?

You didn't tell Taylor
about the New York warrant,

and I'm pretty sure Persikof
didn't say anything.

What are you thinking?
You're thinking something.

Does Persikof get
another bail hearing?

This morning,
but it'll be short.

Bail will be revoked
because he skipped.

Okay, so this is--

this is where it gets
a little complicated

because I-- I quit my
insurance job so abruptly,

my former boss is being
slow on my last paycheck,

and, because I was living
hand to mouth--

You want money? We're broke.

No, no, no. I'm just saying.

If new-- new bail is granted,

then, you know, maybe--
maybe I-- I-- I get half.

New bail? This guy's
beyond a flight risk.

But this time,
as collateral,

you get, you know, uh,
his mother's house.

I could give you 10%, tops.

But it better be
a brilliant plan.

- It's a real--
- Let's hear it.

Okay. So we go
to Persikof's lawyer--

Mm-mm.

What, you know him?

I do. Long story.

Can you get past it?

I can try.

And now it's got to be
the best plan ever.

It starts
with a simple question.

What if Persikof
didn't skip?

But he did skip.

Humor me for one second.

How much additional bail
would be set?

I don't know.
Uh, 100,000, 150.

Which means you would get
another $10 to $15,000, right?

When the judge asks
why you skipped,

what do you say?

I didn't skip.
I got the dates wrong.

What did the police
report say?

Whatever that awful
bail woman said is a lie.

Uh, well, you know,

the police report
didn't say much. Why?

- Nothing about New York?
- Ma.

Is there something
I should know about?

No.

Excuse me.

I'm guessing
you're mad at me.

Why would I be
mad at you, Lance?

I was just trying
to help you out.

A client with bogus
collateral.

Okay, now,
I didn't know that.

Wanted for murder
in New York.

- What?
- You gonna pretend

you didn't know
about that?

You honestly think I would
send you a murderer?

Nothing you could do
would surprise me.

Is that why we're here?

That's not why
we're here, right?

- Who's he?
- Hi. I'm Pete.

Pete Murphy.

Who is Pete Murphy?

My long-lost cousin.

Yeah, okay.

If you have anything
more to accuse me of,

can you make it quick?

My client's bail hearing
is about to start.

We know, and before
it does, we'd like you

to ask your client
a question

about what happened
the other night.

See, I got hit in the head,

and my mem-- my memory's
all scrambled up.

I can't remember if we were
running your client to ground

because he was trying to skip

or if it was all
just an innocent mistake.

I can't remember

if your client
took my cousin's gun

and his mother suggest
that he shoot her

or if it was all
very amicable,

ending in me unfortunately
but innocently

suffering a blow to my face.

So if you could
just ask your client

which version is correct.

Honestly,
I just want my memory back

because, in the end,

is there anything more
important than memories?

Yes, there are more
important things,

like not getting disbarred.

Oh, Lance, you know,
if you don't feel

like you can sell it--

Oh, Cousin Pete,

you really think goading
me is going to work?

- No. I'm not--
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You owe me.

All rise.

Practice your signals.

Yes, sir.

- Hey.
- What?

- Going on a break.
- Yeah, yeah. Good idea.

I'm gonna grab a Sixer
and watch the game.

- You want to come?
- Ah, no. I'm gonna--

Sit here and worry?

Yeah. Well, one of us
has to, you--

All right.

Hey, go easy tonight.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- So, Karolina.
- Huh.

- Where do you live?
- Downtown.

Oh, yeah?
Can I give you a ride?

That-- That is most
appreciated.

Sure. Here. It's a little
chilly out there.

Let me help you with it.

You know,
that accent of yours.

When I was a kid,

I had this mad crush

on Natasha
from "Bullwinkle."

What is, uh, Bullwinkle?

What is Bullwinkle?

You didn't have
Rocky and Bullwinkle--

- No.
- ...the cartoon in Slo--

- Slovenia.
- Slovenia.

Slovenia.

Slovenia.

You see, when I say it,

it sounds like
the armpit of the universe,

but not when you say it.

It just sounds like Utopia.

- Stop it.
- No, I'm not kidding you.

You're too much.

I'm too much?

But do tell me,

what is this Bullwinkle?

Bullwinkle was a moose.

Hey, pal, you got the time?

Yeah.

Fuck!

Hello, Eddie.

My name is Detective
Frank Winslow.

I know the con

you and your brother
are running.

I also know you don't
tell the truth.

The next time
you get this close

to an alcoholic
beverage,

it'll be when your
cellie shares the wine

he just made
in the toilet.

We just made $20,000!

Oh, I can't believe
Judge Banks bought it.

Yeah.

I got a question.

Yeah.

If the company's
so strapped,

how do you guys
post bail?

That's where the line
of credit comes in.

Oh. Right. Yeah.

Okay, so what now?
You take the money?

You put it in the safe
with the rublies?

No. After they finish
the paperwork,

I get a check and
deposit it in the bank.

Okay, so for my cut--

And then you get your cut.

Worth every penny.

Very smart play,
Cousin Pete.

But I was wondering if I
could get that in cash

- if possible.
- Uh--

What?

The Persikofs have decided
to bond out with A&B.

A&B? They-- They--
They can't do that.

We-- We had a deal.

We had a deal, you and me.

But they just fired me
as their attorney.

I'm sorry, Julia.

Lance, you better run now

before I punch you
in the dick.

- Julia, I just--
- I--

I'm going, but I am walking.

Is he the guy with
the suits in the closet?

We had Jacob.

We were together
another year, and--

And then
he cheated on you.

Yeah, you should have
punched him in the dick.

So now what?

Now...

I have to go tell Audrey.

This is new.

I've already said it
to you on many occasions.

It appears to have
had no effect.

I'm sorry, Audrey.

So you've said before
on many occasions.

Well, okay, then.

What I don't get

is how you could
in good conscience

risk your brother's
career.

Here we go.

You want to perjure
yourself, that's one thing.

I didn't perjure myself.
I didn't testify.

Taylor put a man in custody

wanted in New York
for murder,

and he doesn't know.

When this comes out,
it could ruin him.

I did it for Taylor.

And you and Grandpa
and Carly.

I'm just trying to keep
this sinking ship afloat.

And admit it.
If it had worked,

you'd have been thrilled.

But it didn't work, did it?

At least not yet.

Maybe we can salvage something

from this sow's ass.

Get Persikof
to switch back to us.

Let me get my purse.

Thanks for jumping in
and sticking up for me, Pete.

I'm not suicidal.

Thank you for agreeing
to see me.

We have a lot in common,
you and I,

both having children
who-- well,

the old term
was "wayward."

I had two daughters.

One's still alive--
Pete's mom.

God knows where. We haven't
spoken in 20 years.

The other one, my dear Lila,

was killed in a car accident
with her husband

12 years ago now.

Lila's daughter was in school
when her parents died.

She dropped out,
went to the city,

put half of Peru
up her nose,

had a child out of wedlock.

Anyway, I know
what it's like

- to have--
- Let me stop you there.

I know
what you're doing--

trying to tug
at my heartstrings,

using your grandchildren
as props.

But it would really be
best for all concerned

if you just fucked off.

Before I go,

I want you to think
about two people.

Two people.

Joe Paterno
and Bill Cosby.

Uh, maybe it's my age,

but I've been
thinking a lot

about how some stories end.

Who could ever imagine

that the beloved Paterno--

JoePa, for God's sake--

would end his days
in such a shadow?

And then there's Cosby.

Bill Cosby.
Look how his story's ending.

Are you threatening to ruin
my son's reputation?

Your son's reputation
is already ruined.

And his story
will no doubt end

with a heart attack
in prison

or a bullet to his head
in a winter's field.

No, Mrs. Persikof,
I'm talking about you.

In one version,

you convince your son

to have us bond
his additional bail,

and your story
goes on as before.

You're the Employer
Of the Year,

loved by her community.

In the other version,

you fuck us over,

we sue you and your son
in civil

for what happened
the other night.

And at trial, everyone
in the tri-state area

finds out that you
told your son

to shoot my granddaughter,

and that will be
just the beginning.

We will drag you
through a hellscape
of public humiliation

until you either decide
to try to start over
somewhere else

or you make
the smart decision...

and sit in your garage

listening to some
soothing light jazz

on the car radio

while the engine runs

and you await the sweet
release of death.

Cheating bastard.

Aah!

Bang.

- Really?
- The gun is hard to get to.

That's because you're
a fucking fat-ass, Charlie.

Hey, hey, you told me
to put on a few pounds.

Few being the operative word,
not a shit-ton.

- Look at you.
- Stop it.

Stop it.

All right,
let's do it again.

- Ah.
- Oh, you know,

I think you should
scream a little louder.

You know, a guy
gets shot, all right?

- All right, all right.
- All right.

- All right.
- All right.

Uh, all right, from the pull.

Okay. Ready?

Aah!

Wow. What a performance.

I mean, really,
really captivating.

- Hey, how you doing?
- Good. How are you?

Yeah, I'm good. Uh...

- Marius.
- Th-This is, uh--

Marius, just don't--

don't bother. You're blown.

Fuck, Marius, I'm sorry, man.

This fucking cop bribed me,
and he said he knew--

Eddie,
he's not a real cop.

No, actually,
he is a real cop,

but he's an expensive
one, too,

but that's
what quality costs.

It's not my fault,
Marius.

Vince already knew.

Well, no,
I didn't know,

but I had
a pretty good idea.

Hmm?

Slovenia? Slovakia?
You said both.

I only said Slo-Slovenia.

Did you hear that, Eddie?

Did you hear
how she stuck to her guns?

You never drop the con.
She's a pro.

Oh. By the way,

what's the capital
of Slovenia?

Oh. Beep. Time's up.

Shit.

I-I'm sorry, Mar--

No, it's okay.
It's okay.

Vince, I--

I know you're upset--

Upset? I don't--

I don't think I am.

I mean, do I look upset?

No. See? I'm not upset.

I'm just-- I'm just--

I'll tell you, though,
I am very curious

about how this was
all going to go down.

So you were
going to get me

to keep putting
my money on the table,

supposedly drawing
the whale in deeper, hmm?

And then the whale
spots the cheat.

The cheat and the whale
have what, a shoot-out?

That's it?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

How do you get
the money, though?

The cops come in,
they arrest you, and--

and before you
figured it out, we--

- Ah.
- ...we get away.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

So it's basically
The Sting.

Yeah, it's loosely
based on The--

- Loosely based?
- Hey, shut up, Eddie.

It's loosely based
on The Sting.

Go with the classic.
Why not?

Let me see the gun.

Show him the goddamn gun.

Charlie,
show him the gun.

They're blanks. Jesus.

It's-- This guy.

You know the problem
with blanks, though?

They don't sound
like a real bullet.

Here. Blank.

Now compare that
to the real bullet.

Oh! Aah!

Aah!

- Do you hear the difference?
- Oh! Aah!

Huh?

Let me go over it again.

- Aah!
- Here's the blank.

Here's the real bullet.

It's subtle, but it is there.

It has more of a...

oh, what would you
call it?

a-- a solid pop sound.

Did you recognize
that, Marius?

Could you tell the difference

between a blank and a bullet?

Could you?

Need time
to think about it?

All right.

Okay.

I don't need these.

All right, now listen.

If any of you idiots...

think of taking this
to the cops,

let me remind you that I am me
and you are you, right?

And-- Well, frankly, we've
already got the cops here,
don't we?

So, Marius, let's
get down to business.

Where's my seed money?

- Huh?
- I don't have--

- Speak up, I can't hear you.
- I don't have it.

Where is it?

We, uh-- We--
We spent it all in the--

- Yeah?
- ...on this place

and, uh, uh,
hiring people--

So you got me...

to pay for my own con?

You motherfucking genius.

Really.

Very clever. Well done.

Although it creates
a problem for me

because, you know,
I really like money,

especially my own money,

so if I kill
the three of you,

then I have to write it off,
and, you know, a businessman,

that would just
stick in my craw.

So...

eeny meeny miney moe.

Oh, Eddie.

- Vince--
- Oh, don't--

don't say anything,
okay?

Just keep breathing
for as long as you can.

It'll make it easier.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

I am. I'm sorry, but I--

I'm going to have to...

let you live.

I think I got him.
Did I get you?

No,
I'm gonna let you live.

No, that's good news.
Come on, wipe the tears.

Be a man. Hey.

You're a hell
of a dealer, all right?

And the players
all love you.

And you can spot
a cheat like that.

Okay? So you're
valuable to me.

I'm going to let you
work off the hundred K.

It'll take
a little while,

but you stick with it.
All right?

It's good news.
Be happy.

You.

I don't know what--

I don't know what I'm
going to do about you.

I was really
starting to like you,

but now that I found out
that your accent is fake and--

I don't know how I feel.

Calm down.

You.

I know exactly what I'm
gonna do with you.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no!

- Fuck you!
- Ow! Ow!

Fuck.

Shit.

Everybody! This is a robbery!

Get down on the fucking floor!

Get down on the fucking floor!

You! Now!

Wait.

- What?
- You can't go in.

It's a bank robbery.
I'll go in and kill the fuck

- before anyone gets here.
- What if he takes a hostage?

Don't fucking look at me.

Get down! Drop it!
Drop it now!

On your knees!
Turn around!

Get down! Get down!

Get on your knees
right now!

Hands behind your back!

Hey, it's done.

Well, it's your money.

Thinking of running
again, Abraham?

We've got
your mother's house as
collateral this time.

You really want poor Mommy
to lose her home?

All the work I do, I'll just
get another one in six months.

Oh, so you are
going to skip.

I'm joking.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sure you are.

You're going to New York.

- Max Peron?
- How you doing, Max?

You miss New York?

Enjoy the sunshine,
sweetheart.

You'll be seeing the underside
of the grass soon.

I promise.

Abraham Persikof,
AKA Max Peron,

you're under arrest.

Pursuant
to Article 540-158

of the Connecticut
Criminal Code...

- What?
- Uh, no,

I'm just trying
to remember a number.

Give me one second,
all right?

I gotta make a few calls.

What is that?

A leash for Hush Puppy.

Or that parachute cord
that Dennis will get.

I thought you were
making a noose.

You can use it
as a choke leash.

Hush Puppy doesn't get
a goddamn choke leash.

Then it's a regular
leash. Whatever.

Just put her on a leash.

All right, let me see.

It's pretty damn cool,
I'll give you that.

Who the fuck
keeps calling me

and hanging up? Shit.

You know, I got to go, uh...

soak it in water

and stretch it out,

let it dry and all that.

No, motherfucker, no.

Don't! Don't! Don't!

Fuck you!

God damn it, Eddie!

Maybe we should get
Dr. Billy.

Dog bites
can be nasty.

Yeah, we'll get
Dr. Billy.

That looks
like it hurts.

I don't know.

Is one dog bite enough

for you to learn
your lesson, Eddie?

Yes.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Yes, yes.

We'd better
do the nose.

What?

Ah, come on.

Oh, fuck.

All right,
hang on, hang on.

You know what? Something's
really bugging me here.

I thought things between
you and me were good.

I mean, you earned my trust

the past few years.

I gave you your freedom.

And what?
Now you're just-- pew!

- You take off?
- If I was so free,

then why did Richard
sic Hush Puppy on me?

Well, there's free,
and then there's free.

No. Something
happened, Eddie.

Why run now?

Hmm?

Someone got to you,
didn't they?

It was Marius, wasn't it?

He got through to you, huh?

Sent you a warning
or a little message

or some code
or something like that?

Huh? How did it
go down, Eddie?

How'd he do it?

My phone.

What?

Rang three times in a row.

A number I didn't recognize.

Oops.

Okay, Now we're getting
somewhere.

So we know
Eddie was warned--

by Marius, undoubtedly.

But...

how did Marius know

that Richie
was watching Eddie?

He knows
Richard's your best guy.

And he thought
you'd put him on Eddie.

What I want to know is how
the hell did he get my number.

I don't give out my number.

Marius.

Come on, Marius.

- Pass code?
- First two numbers

are double upper left--
either two 1s or two 4s.

When Marius does a con,

he gets every
number he can.

He figured it out
from that stinking

Jim Brown jersey
you never take off.

Jim Brown was number 32
in Cleveland

and 44 at Syracuse.

Syracuse and Cleveland
it was.

You know he was also
a great lacrosse player?

That's a nice lift.

Yeah. I'll say.

Of course, boy,
that memory of his
is impressive.

Really, and that was
three years ago.

- Memory palaces.
- Huh?

He builds what he calls
memory palaces in his head.

Memory palaces?

What the fuck is that?

Sounds, uh, fancy.

All right.

What do we know?

We'll, uh,
we'll trace the phone.

See if we can get
a location back.

But, Marius being Marius,

he probably thought of that,

so...

I guess it's still
worth a try.

You've been
very helpful, Eddie.

Thank you.

Do the nose.

Oh, fuck.

Thank you.

You earned it.

Hey, uh, I'm sorry about not
sticking up for you earlier

with Audrey.

No problem.

I'm still-- I'm still

just sort of
catching up on things.

Was she always that mean
to you when we were kids?

No.

I used to get angry
and fight with her,

but nothing changed,
so why even try?

You still glad you came back?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Pete, your memories
of this place--

it hasn't been
like that since...

well, since you
and your mom left.

I don't know what you
expected to find,

but it's not here anymore.

I mean, I'm a single mom

with two kids
by two different dads,

making about $1.98 an hour

working for a grandmother
who treats me like shit.

Your cousin Taylor
is a man-child

who says he wants to grow up

but still acts
like a 16-year-old.

And then you have an actual
16-year-old cousin

who thinks Taylor's
the only one who knows

she's been pinched a couple
times for shoplifting.

Add to that the family business
is circling the drain.

And...

if I'd known you were coming,

I would have told you
to run for the hills.

Because this family
is fucking crazy.

Uh, you can handle crazy
for a few days.

All right?
What about the safe?

They just keep
collateral in there--

jewelry and silver.

There's nothing even
close to what I need.

You have six days
until Vince removes

one of Eddie's fingers.

I-- I-- I know that.
All right? I know that.

That is not a lot of time

to go somewhere
and start from scratch.

I was thinking
Atlantic City.

There's got to be new
people in the casinos

that don't know me, right?

I saw Karolina.

Well? How did she seem?

She seems scared.

She still doesn't want
to talk to you.

We might not get her, Marius.

I know how much you want
to pull off the Turk,

but, um,

I don't think we can
do it without her.

- Hey.
- Oh, my God.

You scared the shit out of me.

What are you doing?

You're really
leaving this time.

Aren't you?

What?

Uh, I'm not leaving.

What do you mean?

Don't lie to me.

I can't stand all the lying.

You, uh--

Hey, don't worry.

They've been asleep
for, like, an hour.

Uh, I don't--

- It's mellow.
- I'm not--

No paranoia.

Okay. Yeah. Give it to me.

Can I come with you?

Mm.

I'm just--

I'm just going
into the city.

I'm just going
into the city tonight.

A few months back,

if I'd had the combo
to that safe,

I'd already be
long over the horizon.

I say that, but...

Grandma and Grandpa
have one dead daughter

and...another
that's dead to them.

No offense.

Me running with their money

wouldn't kill them.

Mm.

Well, you probably
wouldn't get too far

with jewelry
and silverware, right?

- The collateral?
- Yeah.

That's nothing. I'm talking
about the cash box.

- The what?
- They still think I'm 6

and don't know what
they're talking about,

but they bonded a guy out
a while back,

and he put down the entire
bail amount in cash.

Right now there's,
like, $150,000

sitting in that safe.

Hey!

Uh!

Hey!

Come on!

Hey!

Uh!

Hey!