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I want you to fucking walk away from
this.

I trust you for everything.

Trust me?

You don't trust me, you're a fucking
liar.

That's what you want me to do, you want
me to just fucking walk away, go to

prison? No, you sound like a five -year
-old. You did it to yourself.

We got history, brother.

Yeah, we got history.

Now you come to me with this shit, my
wife, now this? Come on!

That's what this is about.

That's what this is about.

That's not what this is about. But, boy,
this sure hurts a little bit more when

you stick the knife in even further.

What did I do to your wife? You don't
want to go. What did you do to your

What if he does something like that? You
want me to just fucking walk away from

you, though? Yeah. I built this thing
from the ground up. What did you build?

Everything. I created this.

Everything we did, we did together.

No, we didn't do that together. Yeah, we
did. But you're nothing without me. I

come in here, I back you. I'm nothing
without you. Everything you are. Are you

kidding me? You can thank me for all
that.

I fuck you, will you breathe?

I don't want to drink your fucking
liquor. Take it? Yeah.

Fucking asshole.

Fucking asshole.

Thank you, ladies.

Good morning, Mrs. Gould. My name's Jo,
baby. I'm here to see Barney.

What's this about?

Your son took a lot of money that didn't
belong to him, and I'm here to get it

back.

Mom, hang on.

My client chose to handle this
discreetly. I can't always call the

on, Mom.

Mrs. Gold?

Barney!

You didn't think I'd find you?

What I do, find people.

Come on, Marty. Just give me the money.
Okay.

Okay, just give me a sec, okay?

Your second is up.

Ms.

Gold?

Mrs. Gold?

I'm in the bathroom.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gold. I promise I won't
hurt you. But I need... The money Barney

took.

Can I come in, please?

Yeah.

Come on in.

I'm sorry to make you hide in here.

I've done worse.

Did you kill him?

Oh, no. Of course not.

Um, the money is under that thing in a
Depends box.

Is your mother alive?

Yeah.

Gold, I don't blame you for not telling
me that Barney was hiding in the closet.

Don't blame yourself for his mistakes.

What's this for?

You're going to need your rug cleaned
and Barney needs a dentist.

Everything if it didn't take her.

Push out here and then it will go.

I know, I know that I've given it all.
If you don't take it off, well, you take

it off.

Barney Gold, paid in full. Of course you
did.

You okay?

Barney struck first.

I have previously recommended that you
strike first.

Fear not, the Iceman cometh.

Oh, boy.

You know, I worry about you, Jo.

I'm a big girl.

There's nothing wrong with taking a
pause and reflecting on why we do what

do.

come we in this civilization are all
victims of something and the self

-discovery of what that is usually
suggests great motivation to either

heads and focus harder on what we do or
change course and do something else just

want to make sure you still feel
motivated here thanks for caring okay on

next one then uh a very delicate
collection matter so delicate in fact

client heather stanton has requested to
meet with you in person about it I don't

meet clients. She's been duly informed,
but after being duped out of a

substantial amount of money by some con
artist, she stressed the importance of

knowing exactly with whom she'll be
dealing.

Did I mention there's a $500 ,000 fee
for us?

Thank you.

That's the uninvited guest.

My name is Heather Santon.

I'm a client of Art Simonian's, and I'm
looking for a Joe baby.

Well, you found her. Oh, I was
expecting... My father wanted a boy.

Come in.

Oh, just get dressed.

Art said you wanted to meet at the dark
bar.

Yeah, uh, turns out it's two for one
night.

Not as discreet as I thought it was
gonna be.

Well, you know what they say.

Loose lips sink ships.

Art was the one who told me where I
could find you.

You know, your firm came highly
recommended.

Yeah, well, we get results.

Um... Can I get you something?

No. No, thank you.

It must be really peaceful living on a
boat.

Oh, I'm barely ever here.

So, what did you want to talk about?

Right.

I work for my father's company.

He's in real estate. His name is
Prentice Stanton.

Maybe you've heard of him.

Oh, yeah.

I've seen the signs all around the city.

God, this is so embarrassing.

You can understand why I want to keep
this from going public.

Uh, not yet.

A man named Stuart Wendell stole $10
million from my father's company.

That's, um, substantial.

And what's worse is that I gave it to
him. He was looking for investment

partners for a big commercial real
estate development, and I wanted to

my father that I could pull off a big
deal without him, and everything seemed

check out.

Oh, God. You can see why I can't go to
the police with this.

It would look like I had stolen money
from my father's company.

Yeah, I get it.

I can afford a lot of things, Jo.

Disappointing my father is not one of
them.

Is there a problem?

Probably not.

Um, I'll walk you out.

Art said that you're, um, very
aggressive in resolving matters like

We do whatever it takes.

Meaning? We don't break laws, we bend
them, and nobody gets hurt unless they

deserve it.

Okay. I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Hey, Jo.

Morning, Ike.

Morning, Jill.

Richard White, Federal Bureau of
Investigation.

Yeah, right.

Call me Rick, hold these, I'll show you
the badge.

Come on, look.

Red vines, black coffee, thought it'd
break the ice.

There you go.

Spoiler alert, an old photo, not a great
one.

I'm in a hurry.

Well, look, we're both investigators,
right?

Give me a minute to pick your brain.

Cold case of a one Walter baby is being
defrosted. Local bureau chief is close

to retiring. This one always stuck in
his craw.

God, and it's that the killer's out
there somewhere walking around.

Thanks for the update.

Last time you saw your father was during
a hunting trip. Your 13th birthday,

right?

You know where my birthmark is, too?

You remember that day, Joe?

What the hell do you remember about
being 13?

Well, my mom called the plumber when
there were no leaks in the house. My dad

had the most comprehensive hustler
collection around, and I knew which

the neighborhood didn't draw their
shades.

Well, you should write a memoir.

What can you tell me about that day,
Joe?

I'm here to help.

Nothing comes to mind.

Look at that. Time to spare.

If anything jogs your memory, don't
hesitate to call Joe.

Okay, Doc. We're fed.

Don't count on it.

Hard to work with or manage.

No one I know.

Who's Gertie?

She died.

Oh, it's too bad.

She seemed really nice.

Well, she talked too much anyway.

The doctor said you have to eat.

She said I'm going to die.

Mom.

Do me a favor.

You know, it's the slop that's going to
kill me.

Churlish.

Hmm? The word you're looking for.

Eight letters.

Sixth letter down is an I.

Ah.

Churlish.

Hi, good afternoon. What can I do for
you?

I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.

This is Wendell Properties, right?

This is that address?

Yes.

Is Stuart Wendell here?

I'm new here, and I was supposed to be
confidential about stuff.

Yeah. I won't get you into trouble.

I just need to talk to someone in
charge.

Of course.

All right, so I'm going to be right
down.

Can I help you?

I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.

And you are, miss?

Baby.

Joe Baby. It's a private matter.

Mr. Wendell's unavailable.

Do you know where I can find him? That's
confidential, and this is private

property, so I'm going to ask you to
leave.

At least you could be nice about it like
Roxy here.

We can do this the hard way.

Look.

Just tell me where he is.

He'll never see me again.

Roxy, call the police.

Roxy, call an ambulance.

Is that hard enough for you?

Who is that guy?

He's Marco Leone.

She does whatever Mr. Wendell says.

Here.

Take it.

Get another temp job.

Place it in a stepping stone to the
rocket.

Hands up!

What are

you doing here?

I followed you.

Looks like we got more to discuss.

What's your interest in Stuart Wendell?

Conned a lot of money out of a client.

And who's that?

That's confidential.

Well, based on Wendell's sketchy past
and high -powered clientele who will

to remain forever anonymous, his murder
case will go cold in no time, like

Walter Babies did.

Say, do me a favor.

You recall ever seeing this guy with
your father?

No.

It's Randall Cain.

Founder and still owner of the Oasis
Hotel and Casino.

All right, let's get you out of here.

Like that?

Oh, I give great alibi.

When you stumbled upon him, Wendell's
body was at full rigor, which means at

time of his demise 15 hours earlier, you
were at home on your boat, which I was

taken out.

What about the other charges?

Joe, I speak softly, carry a big badge,
and... have dirt on many a cop around

here kind of fed are you one that abides
by the 11th commandment thou shalt use

the system to thine own advantage
lieutenant pain all right easy there you

there you go

Found a bunch of Oasis pay stubs in
Wendell's stash.

Well, rumors abound that the Oasis is in
front for other things like laundry and

dirty money.

Your father worked for the Oasis.

Did you know that?

No.

He tracked down people who didn't make
good on their debts.

Made them pay one way or the other.

Sound familiar?

They impound my car?

Yep.

So? Uncle Sam is putting you up in this
hotel tonight.

Ivy Car Toad here tomorrow morning.

This ought to cover the room, buffet,
fun at the low -limit tables.

If you want to seek out other paid
services, the likes of which I may be

recommend, off the record, that's on
your dime.

So thoughtful, but unnecessary.

Hey, Joe.

At least consider the possibility that
Randall Cain would be curious by someone

with the last name Baby snooping around
his business.

Thanks for bailing me out.

See ya.

That's a pretty view, isn't it?

Daddy, he fell.

He just fell.

All right, all right. Take it easy now.

See what you're talking about.

Oh.

Oh.

Look at me.

I know seeing something like that should
probably scare you for you.

You know what scares me?

To think that someone wouldn't have the
sense to do anything that

they needed to do to keep from falling
off the top of a goddamn building.

Right?

It's a mess.

You ever heard of a guy named Randall
Kane?

He owns the Oasis Hotel.

Well, maybe he knows something.

I mean, he can't be that hard to find.

Look, you hired me to get your money
from Stuart Wendell, not Randall Kane.

So you're telling me that there's
nothing that you can do to help me?

It's hard settling up with the dead.

I understand.

In spite of my...

uncanny ability to be an easy target.

I still consider myself to be a fair
business person. Time is money.

What do I owe you for yours?

The deal is you get what you pay for.

You didn't get your money, so I don't
get mine.

Let me at least get you dinner.

I appreciate the offer, but... I
understand.

Look, I wish I could have been more
help.

Me too.

Take care.

I swear to God, you have got the
prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen in

entire life.

My goodness.

Hey, baby.

Not to sound ungrateful, but was that
your idea of a joke putting me up at the

Silver State?

No, I wasn't looking for laughs.

Just any blast from your past that might
help solve your father's murder.

Yeah, dunked.

Her health is not good right now, and I
don't want to upset her with the past.

I can respect that.

Leave my mom out of this.

Fair enough.

I'll be waiting.

Hey, Joe.

How are you this beautiful morning?

Honestly, Ike, I could do with a laugh.

I'm getting you a refrigerator for your
next birthday present. You know what?

Tell me, Ike. I just know when you open
it, your face is gonna light up.

That's a good one, Ike.

All right, because it's a dead end.

Stuart Wendell was murdered.

How unfortunate.

An FBI agent named Rick White came to
see me yesterday.

They're reopening my dad's case.

Turns out he worked at the Oasis when he
was...

Anyway, um, any

money Wendell conned out of Heather is
probably through the rinse cycle by now.

Look, Joe, just because Stuart Wendell
is no longer with us doesn't mean that

his money train has departed.

Art, it's a dead end. I'm done. I'll
write up my notes tomorrow.

What? Joe, you can't quit.

To use your words, I reflected, and I
don't want to be the next victim in the

Stanton case or any other case.

Joe, let's not be hasty. Okay, remember,
we stand to make a very handsome fee on

this case. Just think about your
mother's medical needs. Don't go there,

Okay, how about we just regroup, all
right? I know this is...

A little rougher case than most, but if
anybody can retrieve Heather Stanton's

money, Joe, it's you.

Hey, Mom.

You here to force -feed me again?

No, I come in peace.

Look, an FBI guy came to see me today.

They're reopening Dad's murder case.

Why would they want to talk to you?

You were just a little girl.

Look, I know how you felt about him.

You could do no wrong in his eyes.

His name is Rick White. If he tried to
contact you... You don't have to protect

me. The abstract quality of being in
position.

Dubiety.

What happened, Daddy?

I don't know. I hit something or
another. Just... Wait here.

Damn it.

Baby girl.

Baby girl, come on now.

Look at this.

Poor fella.

Must have strayed from the pack.

I wasn't going to do this yet, but I
might as well give it to you now, right?

Go ahead and learn how to use this
thing.

All right,

it's loaded.

There we go.

Safety off. You just grab that, aim
right at the head there, and he's going

trigger.

What are you waiting for?

You want me to shoot him?

Listen, honey, this dog right here is in
pain.

It is up to us to put it out of its
fucking misery.

Look at me.

It takes a strong person to end
suffering.

You got to be that strong. You
understand me?

Daddy, I can't.

Go on now, damn it.

Just give me the gun.

It's just like this. Look.

There, it's done.

See?

Simple. Now, come on. Get in the car.

Get in the car.

Come on.

Come on.

Joe?

I tried calling, but your phone just
kept going straight to voicemail. Oh,

My phone.

I left it outside.

Sorry. I know you said no to dinner, but
I brought breakfast.

Strictly a business.

Permission to come aboard?

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Did you, uh... Did you talk to your
father?

No. No, I haven't told him yet.

He's going to find out about the money
sooner or later.

I know.

But I think that Wendell might have just
been doing what Randall Cain told him

to do.

What makes you think that?

Well, I knew that Cain's name sounded
familiar, and it turns out that he and

father worked together. They were
partners in the Oasis. Clearly it didn't

well. I would have thought that whatever
dust was between them would have

settled by now.

You should tell your father you think
Cain is behind this.

I know.

But I need to be sure that Cain is to
blame.

That's why I hired a private
investigator.

Look, the guy who took your money is
dead. I think it's time to quit.

I didn't take you for a quitter.

I hope you enjoyed the breakfast.

Damn junk!

Hey, hey.

One rooty -tooty.

Fresh and fruity.

Got extra strawberries and whipped
cream, just like you always like it, my

Mmm. Yeah, go on now.

Yep.

But I thought you said we were going out
for breakfast.

Yeah, well, a job came up. What did I
always tell you about work, huh?

Hmm. When they tell me to hop, I hop.

That's what I do.

Mm -hmm.

Well, enjoy your food.

Ain't gonna eat yourself.

Hey.

Hey, you awake?

Oh, you awake now, huh?

What time?

Look at this. Look at this.

How many goddamn times I gotta goddamn
tell you?

Don't leave the goddamn newspaper in the
goddamn grass! Look at it!

What do I do with this?

I'm about to get terrified, man.

You think I need you to stare at me
again, huh?

What you begging for? Just staring and
staring and staring at me again!

You know what? Here.

You read it.

Told them not to call you. I'm glad they
ignored you.

I've had chest pains and trouble
breathing before. Nothing new to see

Well, let's see what the doctor has to
say about that.

Cut it out.

Should never have told you about that
guy from the FBI.

Some nosy bureaucrat didn't hasten my
demise.

My heart was broke a long time ago.

Hang in there, Mom.

Okay. Hey, no heroic measures, okay?

Got it?

Preliminary, but it looks like your
candles didn't cause the fire.

Based on the bits and pieces out there,
looks like it was a bomb.

A bomb?

You got any enemies?

Oh, God.

Not really.

Who are you?

Lady Sage, and you are?

Joe Baby.

Where's Art?

He's set up. Well, untie him and tell
him it's important.

Lady Sage decides what little Art will
or won't do, and the same goes for you.

Baby girl.

Call me that again and you'll be missing
the next census.

Sit here and don't move till I say so.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Please do not judge me or untie

me. Someone blew up my boat, Art.

Okay, untie me, please.

Oh, God.

It's supposed to be private time.

It's kind of like I carve out every day
for... Come on. Come on. No, I

appreciate the offer.

Well, who do you suspect is responsible
for this?

Everything points to Randall Cain. If
he's coming after me, he's scared of

something. I thought you were off the
case, Joe. Not only did my dad work for

Cain at the Oasis, but Cain's partner at
the time was Heather's father, Prentice

Stanton. Prentice and Cain had a
terrible falling out.

What does that look like to you, Arch?
Like Cain had something to do with your

father's death.

Yeah, I just have to prove it. That
sounds like the old Joe I know and love.

Hey, in the meantime, due to your
housing crisis, I want you to stay here

long as you need. No, I don't want to
impose on your privacy.

You want me to send in Lady Sage?

Exigent circumstances as they are now,
I'm pivoting to make sure you have

whatever you need here.

How about you inform Lady Sage that I am
ending our session early today?

And send her on her way. She scares the
shit out of you, doesn't she?

Affirmative.

You can stand up now.

Art sends his apologies.

You can call me anytime.

Flattered.

This is something.

It's nice, right?

I think I don't usually come here.

Someone blew up my boat.

What?

Yeah, I think it was Randall Cain.

Look, you're right.

Our boat is victims now.

Yeah, I don't know. I have to figure it
out.

What is it? A expense money.

Oh, no, I don't... Don't say no to me.

Joe.

Please.

Thanks.

Have a drink.

I'm on my way to see Randall Cain.

Jill, I could kiss you. I need you to do
something for me.

Happy to quid pro quo you.

Rick, I would never quid pro quo with
you. I need you to exercise that 11th

commandment and get me surveillance
footage of the marina. You call me as

as you talk to Cain. Bye, Rick.

Thank you for coming.

Can I buy you a drink?

I can?

Okay, I'll send one over.

It's a nice, pure night, I feel.

Welcome to the Oasis. How can I help
you?

I'm here to see Randall Cain.

Just a moment, please.

Hey, here's the one I've got for you.

Hi.

I understand that you're here to see Mr.
Cain? Yes, that's right. Do you have an

appointment? No, I don't.

I suggest you make one.

Look, it's a very important, urgent, and
private matter. Then I'm going to have

to ask you to leave. I just need five
minutes with him.

Just five minutes.

Just five minutes.

Damn it. All right, three.

God damn it.

Get off.

God damn it. Don't touch me.

Look, I don't want to see you here
again.

Oh, shit.

Next time, open that club face.

It's okay, Mr. Kane. We've got this.

Damn it.

Stop it.

I just want to ask him some questions
about Stuart fucking Wendell. Not again.

Let her alone.

Who the hell are you?

Joe, baby.

I think you knew my dad.

I can see the resemblance.

So, Stuart Wendell.

He conned 10 million out of Heather
Stanton for a bogus real estate deal. I

this because she hired me to get it
back.

Prentice Stanton's daughter?

Well, my heart bleeds.

Does a Marco Leone work for you?

I have thousands of employees, this
baby.

That's for the Stantons.

Do you know anything about me and
Prentiss?

I know that you two muscled your way
into the luxury casino business and that

got accused of money laundering. They
dropped the charges, but he got away

the golden parachute and you got left
with the keys to the kingdom.

Yeah.

Well, let me unspin it for you.

Prentiss was the crook.

I want you to fucking walk away from
this.

You want me to walk away?

Why do I walk away? How come you don't
want me to walk away?

Are you kidding me? You're going to be
fucking kidding me. Am I kidding you?

Yeah. I think you're kidding me. Fucking
liar.

Come on, man. Why didn't you tell me you
were laundering money in a casino? We

got history, brother. We got history.

We got history. It ain't all good
either. You know what the history is.

starting to believe that's what you want
me to do.

That's what you want me to do. You want
me to just fucking walk away, go to

prison? You know, you sound like a five
-year -old. You did it to yourself.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Did you kill my dad?

Your father provided you useful.

They're now outdated services.

There were untold numbers of people who
wanted him dead because their lives

depended on it.

What about yours?

I use lawyers and accountants to deal
with my enemies, Miss Baby.

Ask Prentice Stanton if you don't
believe me. Next time you're in town,

some warning and I'll be happy to comp
you.

Hell, maybe I'll even hire you. You
could be useful, Miss Baby.

Jesus, would you stop calling me Miss
Baby?

My friends there will give you a ride.

One more thing.

When dealing with the Stantons, watch
your back.

Joe! Art, are you okay?

I was calling the office, but it kept
going to voicemail. I'm working from

today, in a way.

It appears I've developed an allergy to
paraffin -based candles.

That's a bummer.

How'd your discourse with Randall Cain
go?

enlightening as you might say he tried
to pin the whole thing on princess

stanton i suspect heather stanton will
not be expecting to hear that i'm

to her house to break the news speaking
of houses did you ever run those plates

oh hit fuck i

got a flat i'll call you back

God damn it.

I need to talk to you. Oh, my God. Jill,
what happened?

Someone's trying to kill me.

Your parents?

Prentice and Evelyn Stanton.

A social event not to be missed.

Where are they now?

My father's semi -retired.

My mother died right after I was born.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's okay. It's hard to miss what you
never even knew.

Kane thinks your father was laundering
money through the casino.

No, he was cleared of all charges.

I know you're worried about what he'll
do.

I think it's time to face him.

It's getting too dangerous.

How can I?

Everything I have, everything is because
of him.

I don't even have my own life.

I was hoping that if I pulled up a big
enough deal, I could just...

cash in my chips, and walk away.

Start something that was actually mine.

I could get used to this.

Where's the antenna? I can't see.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, my God.

It's a very good one.

They're gone.

I think we should hold off talking to
your father.

Why?

I got another song to turn.

Sorry.

I have to go.

Do you have security at the office?

No, just at night.

Bring on a day shift.

Gotta go.

Let me guess, you maxed out your expense
account?

Okay, come on, let's see this footage.

Not to be petty, but how come you didn't
call me right after your meet with

Cain? I had to debrief with my client
first.

Jo, I know your client is Heather
Stanton. It's literally my job to know

things.

I stayed at Heather's last night.

Well, that is a whole other kind of
debrief.

Let me visualize how that would go down.
Shut up, Rick.

Kane tried to have us killed this
morning.

Well, now we're getting somewhere.

You were digging around before you came
to me.

What if Stanton got wind that the FBI
was looking into my dad's murder?

And that if they dug deep enough, they'd
find out about the money laundering at

the Oasis?

Kane had to do something to let Stanton
know that he could still get to him.

To keep him quiet, he had Wendell go
after Stanton's money.

It's a theory.

We must have missed something.

Take it back and slow it down.

Wait, pause it?

Stop.

Is that a scuba diver? Can you zoom in?

Joe, there's something else you should
know.

Your father was a highly skilled
operative, yet his body was found with a

bullet hole in a crappy motel room. That
exact one.

Man, you sure know how to push buttons.

What I want you to think about is the
only way someone that trained could be

touched, let alone killed, is if someone
knew exactly where to find them.

I know I asked you to stay away from
her, but when I go to Stanton's

Can you do one of your stakeouts and
make sure my mom doesn't get any

visitors?

Sure, ma 'am.

Be careful, Joe.

Where are your security

guards?

I sent him home.

Why did you do that?

Because you said you were five minutes
away.

I changed my mind.

I'm going to go and tell your father
what's going on.

You sure?

He'll think you did the right thing
hiring an investigator first.

Thank you, Joe.

I'll leave tomorrow.

So you're sure that you can prove that
Cain took my money?

Maybe.

Do you ever remember your father
mentioning my father while her baby?

No.

Why?

He worked at the Oasis when your father
and Cain were partners.

It was an off -the -books kind of thing.

I'll tell my father to expect you.

I'll have him make you a boat.

Walter, baby, baby.

Everyone called me Joe, Mr. Stanton.

Jesus.

Thanks a lot.

Thanks for telling me, Joe.

It's dead down.

Heather say anything to you about her
mother?

Just that she died after Heather was
born.

Evelyn killed herself.

Postpartum depression.

I did everything I could, you know, to
help Heather.

I don't know, maybe I could have been
more encouraging.

Maybe she wouldn't have felt like she
needed to prove herself by making that

stupid deal.

We'd been through so much.

I was just trying to protect her.

You should tell her that.

Yeah.

I will.

Listen, Joe.

Whatever Randall Cain told you, it's not
the truth.

The Oasis was a success.

Laundering drug money.

That was just pure greed.

Randall Cain's idea.

I told him I didn't want to be part of
it. He turned it around.

Made it seem like it was my idea all
along.

This was the guy I looked up to like a
father.

Why did you build everything here? I
created this. You can thank me for all

that. Listen to me. What are you, an
idiot? I don't take fucking orders from

or anybody.

Orders from me? Yeah. Here, I'm stepping
back. Don't take any orders. That's

fine. The government's going to give you
the fucking orders. That's right. I'll

drink to that. The government. Oh,
really? Yeah, yeah. The government. Is

some sort of threat? And why are you
mad?

Why are you really mad? Why am I mad?
Yeah. You're killing me here.

I'm killing you here. Yeah, you're
killing me here. Oh, you fucking

trust you for everything.

Trust me?

You don't trust me. You're a fucking
liar.

I mean, I was blown away by how cold it
could be.

All I knew was I needed to protect the
kid.

So I walked away from the Oasis.

There's just one more thing.

Do you have any idea why Cain would want
my dad killed?

I mean, I've always had a mind to speak.

Get down!

Stay down.

You okay?

You know what this was, right?

It's fucking Randall telling you to back
off.

Fucking guy doesn't change.

Jesus Christ. There's only one thing to
do with a motherfucker like that.

You and your father.

How far do the apple fall?

That's not what I do.

Everybody's got a price.

Did the FBI get my dad to flip on
Randall Cain?

Did Princess Stanton tell you that?

Rick, this is not how quid pro quo work.

My continued cooperation depends on you
giving me an answer right now. Okay,

okay.

Your father came to us.

He made the first move.

Whatever he was involved with, he wanted
out.

What?

Why didn't you tell me this?

I needed you to move the ball down the
field a bit.

I'm in the fucking red zone, Rick. Hey,
the strategy from the top was to pin the

money laundering charge on Kane, then
pressure him to cop to whatever he knew

about your father's murder.

Oh, so the Bureau was just prioritizing.

We're talking about bringing down a big
-time money laundering operation here,

Joe. I'm talking about my dad.

Look, I've been to shitload of rules in
my day, but I don't make them.

Now, what else did Stanton tell you?

Oh, no.

No, Rick. You're in a fucking timeout.
Joe. Joe, come on, Joe.

God damn it. Joe!

What is it?

Did Dad ever mention a man called Kane?
Or the Oasis Hotel?

Not this again.

I'm just... I'm just trying to piece
everything together.

Did you know that he wanted to be an FBI
informant?

No. I didn't.

Sorry.

What are you thinking about?

Oh, you know, everything.

Marco Leone's part in all this.

Do you ever run his plates like I asked?

Hmm. I apologize, Joe. My waxing crisis
created a waning of sorts. Dinner can

wait.

Marco was pretty adamant about keeping
you away from Stuart Wendell, so it

me think either he knew Wendell had
something to hide or he knew he was

dead. Cain certainly knew Wendell, but
he said he didn't know Marco.

Here we are. Looks like you're headed to
417 Flower Hill Street.

What's going on? A guy was found dead in
his office.

Christ's art!

I love your hair. I love your hair.

So, does that mean I'm officially over
my time out? The bastard

killed Art.

What? Marco Leon blew up my boat.

He worked for Wendell, which means he
also worked for the Oasis, but Wendell's

dead, so someone else must have given
him the order.

Kane. See if Marco has a fed file.

Will do.

You didn't take it, did you, Jo?

No, but it gave me an idea.

Meet me at the Silver State Hotel in the
morning.

Oh, and bring a wire.

Copy that.

Hey.

Marco Leon's rap sheet.

Colorful, ain't it?

Drugs, human trafficking, even
everything.

They all need their money cleaned.
There's no better place to do it than a

casino.

And Cain owns a casino.

All we need Cain to do is fill in the
blanks about your father.

A little something I picked up for you.

What's this?

It's just a little something for us to
keep all those special moments alive

forever.

They're pretty, ain't they?

They're recorder earrings.

Voice activated. I got it received. Easy
peasy.

Okay. We should arrive at the Oasis
separately, so I'll be a little behind

Joe.

You holding up?

I have to.

Thanks for asking.

See you later.

I'm home.

Mr. Stanton, you're on.

Oh, no.

Tiffany!

Thank God.

I thought I told you I didn't want to
see you here again.

Why don't you call Mr.

Kane and tell him Joe Baby's here for
her job interview?

Mr. Kane?

Joe Baby's here to see you.

Yes, sir.

Follow me.

FBI, get me to the old ways of the ASAP.

Drive to the fucking fountain if you
have to.

You don't seem surprised to see me.

I take great pride in knowing what
people want before they do.

Were you serious about offering to hire
me?

I'm not an accountant or a lawyer.

You could do whatever is needed.

I thought you said those ways of doing
things were outdated.

Are they? I'm used to people lying to
me, Mr. Kane. But I gotta say, you're

better at it. Oh, come on.

You've gotta be kidding.

You make one sound with that thing.

And you'll have the whole place in here
in a second.

My dad knew you were cleaning money
through the casino.

And when you found out he was going to
the FBI, you had him killed.

I'm a cutthroat businessman.

I'm not a murderer.

When you found out the FBI was reopening
my dad's case, you had to do something

to keep Stanton quiet.

And then when I got involved, you had to
get me to back down too.

So you had Marco Leone.

You had him blow up my boat. Think this
through, for God's sake.

After Evelyn died, you threatened to
make Heather an orphan if Stanton stood

the way. Prentice is lying to you.

I loved her.

Prentice found out we were having an
affair.

She told him she wanted a divorce, that
she wanted to be with me. He threatened

to never let her see Heather again if
she left him.

I guess that made her think she had only
one way out.

Stan said she suffered from postpartum
depression.

Yes.

She was depressed, but it wasn't
postpartum.

She was never pregnant.

Heather was adopted.

Get medical records, a death
certificate, a DNA test.

You'll see.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I guess so.

They set us up.

They wanted to make it look like we took
each other out.

It's dead.

Always a clever son of a bitch.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kane.

I have to go to Heather.

Rick, where the fuck were you?

Heather, you're not safe.

Call me back.

Done.

Want a drink?

No, thanks.

You don't mind if I have one, do you?

Now that Kane's dead, it's going to take
some time to locate that money.

I'm a patient man, Joe.

When did you find out the FBI was
looking into my dad's murder?

Who are you talking about?

I'm not a fool.

No?

Sweetheart? Put the gun down, Joe.

What are you doing? I said put the gun
down, Joe.

Slide it over.

See, when the FBI dredged up this ugly
business about your father, I thought it

was best they focus on Randall King,
which is where you came in.

All we had to do was convince you that
Randall King was the bad guy.

He'd do all the work.

Let me guess.

There's no stolen $10 million.

No.

No.

When it comes to my money, I got eyes in
the back of my head, so... We needed a

big enough reason to get you invested in
the case.

Ain't even a bigger reason to want to
kill Randall King.

You killed Wendell to get me hooked.

And had Marco take shitty pot shots and
blow up my boat.

It's a beautiful plan, wasn't it?

You and Kane cancel each other out.

And now look.

We'll get another crack at the cherry.

Why'd you have to kill Art?

He was a loose end.

I don't like leaving them around, do I,
sweetheart?

That's right, Daddy.

Everything was a lie.

I was just doing what my father asked me
to do.

And you killed my dad.

I don't know who killed your dad.

But I do know this.

By the end of tonight, you're going to
join him as a cold case.

It's a bundle up, Joe.

Sweetheart.

He's never really a father to me. Not
really.

I was just there to serve him, make him
feel better, do his dirty work.

And I could never live up to his
expectations.

I'd never be a Stanton.

Not really.

I knew that if I wanted to take over his
business, have any chance of doing

that.

You didn't really think that we were
going to sail off into the sunset

did you?

Could have been nice.

You're just too good for me, Jo.

Joe, how is he, Ken?

Don't worry about me.

Just worry about you.

Sorry. Joe.

Oh, what do you mean?

Remember after your hunting trip for
your birthday?

Your father called me.

He said he wanted to see me.

He told me he was helping the FBI get
someone he was working for.

And after all the terrible things that
he had done, they were going to protect

him.

But who was going to protect me from
him?

You? From him?

He would have hurt you as soon as you
were big enough.

He wanted us to go with him.

Fresh start, he said.

But I would be a prisoner, and I
couldn't live with that.

I'm so sorry.

You shouldn't have.

It's the least I could do.

Thanks.

Come on, I got something to show you.

Watch your step here.

Kane is going to make a full recovery.

Only unfinished business is who killed
your father.

Like Kane said, the list is long.

Well, the FBI can live with not knowing
if you can't.

It's okay with me.

Check her out.

It's one of Stanton's drug boats.

Of course he had a boat.

I cleaned her up for you. You got title,
insurance, everything you need.

What? You did good, Joe.

Once I use the system to my advantage,
there's no going back.

Seriously? Bad luck to change the name
of a boat.

So I'm stuck with it?

Afraid so.

Thanks, Rick.

The FBI could use a woman like you, Joe.

What would they want with someone like
me?

After you were charged.

And give me a call.

It's a new dawn. It's a new day.

It's a new life for me.

And I'm feeling good.

Dragonfly out in the sun. You know what
I mean, don't you know?

Butterflies all having fun.

You know what I mean.

in peace when day is done. That's what I
mean.

And this old world is a new world and a
bold world for

me.

God,

when you shine, you know how I feel.