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Hey,

get up.

You got a visitor. Look alive.

Beckett.

I'm Father James Morris, one of the
chaplains here.

How are you feeling today?

Cheesecake?

No, thank you. You know, I ordered
vanilla, and they brought me chocolate.

Kill me now.

So, Father, appreciate you coming down
here, but I'm fine.

Well, forgive me, but most people in
your position feel a bit differently.

Well, I'd argue most people in my
position, most people in general, lack

sense of clarity, presence of mind.

I don't mean to overstep, but this may
be the last opportunity you have to

to anyone.

Is there nothing you'd like to share?

You know why I'm here.

Right?

I know a little.

Well, it's not true.

The real story, it's much more...
Impressive.

Well, you want to tell me about it?

Well... I should warn you.

It's a tragedy.

And it doesn't even start with me.

Funny enough...

Starts with someone else.

And by that, I mean my mother.

Mary Estella, red fella.

Longtime resident of Huntington, Long
Island.

An heiress to a family fortune valued at
18,

19 billion U .S. dollars.

Now, there's a rumor out there that
money doesn't buy happiness.

Dead wrong. Money does buy happiness.
We're all adults here. Let's move on.

I'm told that the night she met my
father was a night like any other.

And by that, I mean she was young, rich.

What could ever go wrong?

Oh, my God.

What? Oh, my God. I have to go right
now.

What are you doing?

I applaud

you for

telling us.

That being said, I think you know what
has to happen.

I'm 18.

Tragically.

No.

This should be my decision.

This should be me.

You can either get rid of it or do what
you like.

But not here.

Not under this roof.

In this way, she went from being Mary
Redfellow of Huntington, New York, to

Redfellow of Belleville, New Jersey.

My father saw me only once.

which was enough to give him a pulmonary
embolism right there at Jersey City

Memorial Hospital.

My mother was left alone to work at the
Newark Department of Motor Vehicles.

Pretty soon she told me something
important.

We may have been kicked out of the
family, but we weren't kicked out of the

inheritance.

See, my grandfather had drawn up an
irrevocable trust to avoid paying state

taxes. It meant that the fortune, the
whole thing, the real estate, the boats,

the planes, an island or two, would be
passed down to the next oldest in line,

no matter what.

And me, being the youngest, I might
inherit the entire thing someday,

outlived the others.

I just had to wait.

For all of them to die.

Now a single mother doing it all
herself, you might assume life was

I'll tell you now, despite our financial
handicap,

she made sure I had all the culture,
class, and style of a high -born young

That was the first time.

The first time I saw her.

Julia Steinway.

Right off, I could see we were the
perfect match.

Be clear there wasn't wrong. This was,
without a doubt, a girl of great social

bearing, taste, charm.

I was in the right place.

What are you doing here?

Your mom invited me.

Where do you live?

Belleville Township.

Do you live on the street?

What? I heard people there live on the
street.

I don't live on the street.

And, I mean, I won't be there forever
because I'm supposed to.

I hear a lot of money or something,
so... A lot of money, huh?

Are you trying to impress me?

It's okay if you are.

It's all right, everyone. It's okay.

Lyle, can you see?

Hey, Beckett?

Can you come with me?

Oh, my mother was young.

Which is why she hadn't paid attention
to the symptoms at first.

Doctors either.

And the family. I'm sure they knew.

I'm sure they could have helped.

But nothing.

single word what's

all wrong

you should have more than this

something

The right kind of life.

What did she mean by that?

Her final request was to be buried at
the Redfella Mausoleum on the family

in Huntington.

When no answer came, she arrived at her
final resting place just off the parkway

in East Orange.

When Jesus tells us, I am the way, the
truth, and the life, he who has faith,

she indeed.

In that moment, I made up my mind.

Right then and there.

I would go straight to the source and
demand my rightful place at my rightful

home.

We hope this finds you well.

After that, I enjoyed a brief and
colorful tour of the New Jersey

foster care system.

As for Julia, I saw her less and less.

Until finally... And I

had to wonder.

If we cross paths again, who would I be?

A great success?

Or no?

Anyways, many years later, I found
myself working a perfectly respectable

The kind where you wear a suit to the
office every day.

Morning. You're early.

Sir.

Why don't you jump on that order from
uptown, please?

Upper West.

I still kept track of the Redfellows and
the estate.

Sadly, their mortality rate was
irritatingly low.

And I'd pretty much accepted that I'd
never see a penny of the fortune.

Not in this lifetime, anyway.

And maybe that was fine.

Beckett?

No fucking way.

Wow. Oh my God.

Oh my God. Hi.

Yeah. Wow.

I can't believe it's you.

I can't believe it's me either.

Wow. What's with the, uh... Are you in
the Secret Service? Oh.

Yeah.

Yeah. Can't really talk about it.

So are you living in the city now?

Yeah, I do. I do.

A little... A little outside of it. Oh,
um... Are you still in... What was it?

Belleville.

Township. Right. Oh.

You're still there?

How about you? Are you still in
Montclair?

Yeah. I was in London for a while and
then Dubai, but now

I'm back in the old country.

Wow. Well, I mean, I'd love to properly
catch up if

you want to grab a drink sometime.

That'd be great.

But timing sort of, um, just... Timing.

Sure.

Sure. It was great to see you.

I'm glad you're still like this.

Like... Like what?

Just... Like yourself.

Oh, um... Whatever happened to the
Redfellow family fortune?

I'll inherit it.

Someday.

Well, call me when you've killed them
all.

Until you have the right kind of life.

There were seven of them.

Seven red fellows walking the earth
while my mother lay cold in the ground

lived in a duplex.

If I were to prune a few branches of the
family tree, where would I start?

Taylor Exeter Redfellow.

Broker at his father's financial service
firm.

My cousin wasn't just easy to find.

He's hard to avoid once you got anywhere
near the financial district.

Even if I did it, how

would I do it?

And what then?

Would I collapse in regret?

Turn myself in?

Let's face it. Who am I kidding?

I couldn't possibly be capable of
something like that. Let me grab you for

minute.

I don't think I understand.

We just think you might be happier.

If I transferred to Jersey City?

It's closer to where you live. They have
parking.

Parking?

Are you talking about the shipping
center?

All right.

Vic's kid dropped out of school.

You're giving my job to the owner's 19
-year -old kid? I'm not doing anything,

man. This wasn't my idea.

I don't want to work in a warehouse.

There's convenience for me, too. Okay?

Help me out.

Daryl. Please.

I'm good at this. I work hard. I show
up. I know, I know.

Shouldn't that sort of thing be
rewarded?

easy to find.

I didn't have a plan exactly, but the
proverbial and literal doors were wide

open.

Could this be my opportunity to get
Taylor alone?

At this point, I could have gone home.

Maybe I would have on a different day,
but as the Bible says, the journey of a

thousand miles begins with a single
step.

Does the Bible say that? No.

Thank God.

They put fucking low ethanol in the
engine.

Get the anchor.

Call fucking Baywatch. My boat.

Time out.

I gotta take a minute, think this
through.

Process what I'm actually doing here and
if I'm hearing this out.

Wait.

Who are you?

I'm Beckett.

Was that it?

Was it that easy?

I hate to say yes, but it is true.

And if the whole thing gave you a
strange thrill, I guess you and I have

something in common.

Anyway, can you believe I attended the
funeral?

Excuse me.

Are you Warren Redfellow?

Yeah, that's right.

I'm so sorry for your loss. Thanks.

I'm not sure I am.

I'm not sure I know your name.

I'm Beckett.

Mary's son. I'm your nephew.

You're fucking with me.

18 years old, she had the guts to stand
up to the son of a bitch.

None of us could have done it. Not me,
at least.

I should have kept in better touch.

Been part of her life, part of your
life.

I wish I would have gotten a chance to
know Taylor. He seemed like a... I'm

sorry. Don't apologize.

Don't apologize.

Really.

You know who did it to him.

I assure you that's not the case. I
wasn't there.

When he was coming up, and I knew damn
well he was going off the handle with

cards and the prescription.

Anyway.

What do you do, Beckett?

Oh.

Yeah, it's been in the family since
LaGuardia was in office, I think.

Every financial crisis for the last
hundred years started in the boardroom.

I was there for two of them.

All right, welcome to the Inner Sanctum.

Take a seat.

This is nice.

I got this bottle from Dick Cheney.
Better be good.

You know, we got Taylor's spot
downstairs.

Keep your head down, ears open.

Yeah, I'm not even remotely qualified.

No shit, it's nepotism. I just don't. He
wasn't even remotely qualified either.

Neither was I at one point. I guess the
question is, would it be right?

Beckett, truth is I should have helped
you out a long time ago and I didn't.

So let me do it now.

This was never the plan.

But I did need a job.

Other than that, you just got to save
your speed, all right?

You don't do it, I can't help it.

This is your home for the next wild.

Okay. Get going.

Hey, man, you already got this on email,
but here's the hard copy. It goes up to

543, so you should be able to hit 700 by
close, right? You can't let that ring.

You got to answer it.

Answer it.

Hello?

How do you answer? The blue one. The
blue? Yeah.

There's no blue. No, it didn't do that.
Now, I won't bore you with the details,

but I will say this.

The wealthiest people in New York don't
actually make any money whatsoever. They

keep a percentage of what other people
make, which is a far more adaptable way

of living and one better suited to my
overall disposition.

It's all liquid. I'm talking about debt.

In the first week alone, I learned the
language.

Collateral, dividend, deduction, ticker,
bailing, bootstrapping, closure,

clawback. Lying, cheating, titling,
trickery. I finally had a real job.

And I could use the education.

I might have a fortune of my own to
manage someday soon enough.

Someday soon enough.

Hello? Is this Beckett Redfellow, the
new hire at W &R?

Apologies, who's asking?

Hope this isn't a bad time.

No.

is married life.

We just got back from our honeymoon.

Pretty Maldives.

Florida.

Oh.

Remember that time you asked me out last
year?

You were folding khaki pants looking sad
and pathetic.

Doesn't ring a bell.

I didn't mind.

Try again sometime.

See what happens.

Try... Try again.

See what happens.

Do you wanna... Do you wanna grab a
drink sometime?

Well, no.

I'm married.

No, I... No, I know. I mean, I just
didn't... But I hope we run into each

sometime soon. I always get so much out
of it.

Let's go. Come on.

Perfect.

Anyway.

Who's next?

Be like me!

Hello, internet.

I'm Noah Redfellow. This is my domicile.

And, like, what would you say are the
main struggles as an artist these days?

Probably, like, imposter syndrome.

Okay. Not me for myself, but like from
other people about me, where they're

like, he's not, he's like, you're
bullshit, whatever. And it's like, no,

that's fucking imposter syndrome.

Do you have a day job? A day job? Yeah.

Harded.

Now,

I can't say I was a professional at this
point, but I had a bit more

confidence. than the first time around.

Enough to know that you can, in fact,
get away with murder and even get

for it. Super voyeuristic, right?

Like the artist, you know, is making us
an accomplice, making us complicit. It's

just so genius.

The artist, huh?

Yeah.

I'm sorry to ask this. You're not...
You're not Noah Redfellow, are you?

I don't know.

Am I?

Oh, I'm just a huge fan.

Yeah, I get a lot of that. I try not to
come around too much on Fridays because,

you know, people be on me. Yeah, no, no,
no, I don't want to bother you. I'm

sorry. No, no, no, you know.

You know what I mean?

This next part may sound kind of crazy.

I think you and I actually may be
cousins.

I know.

So you grew up in Newark?

Newark, yeah.

Nice, dude. That is grimy as fuck.

I mean, sure.

Yo, do you develop?

Uh, what?

Do you develop your photos?

Oh, um, no, not really.

No, man, you've got to develop. It
drives me smoking crazy.

You know, no one develops. And it's
like, okay, if you're totally broke,

get it. Or if you don't have space.

Oh, look.

Okay. Um, kick that beer.

Kick the beer? Yeah, kick the beer.

Go ahead. Yeah, nice.

Dude, that's us.

We're all just fucking drunk girls at a
party. We don't know what's going on.

Huh?

This whole shit was made by a company in
Lithuania out of recycled toothbrushes

or tampons or medical.

You smoke?

Uh, no.

I'm dying.

Yeah,

you really want to know what we're doing
up here?

What?

I got the old lady thinking I quit this
shit in April, but I obviously did not.

And so now I'm just in a shack like a
fucking unit bomber just smoking, you

know? Shit.

It's all fun and games until they turn
30.

And then they start asking for shit.

Right?

Am I right? For sure, yeah. For sure.
That's what I'm saying. Hello?

Oh, fuck. Speak of the devil.

Um, you can keep a secret, right? We're
family.

Yeah. Yeah?

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming home until
later.

Me too, babe.

Oh.

Come on, man. What? It was literally
like one or two puffs. Two puffs,

That's literally all it was. Because I
had to. Because I was showing Beckham,

this dude right here, I met him at the
show, and he's my cousin, apparently.

What? He's my fucking cousin.

Hey.

I'm Ruth.

Beckham.

His name is Beckham, not Beckham. I'm
sorry.

Yo, I'm so hungry, I could literally eat
Sparrow. Can we order something?

Yeah. Come on.

He's just going to try and photograph
you naked, so don't do that.

So you work in finance?

Yeah, I do.

Why?

What do you mean?

I just mean, do you like it?

Uh, sure. I think so.

Suspiciously long pause?

It's not hard work. It's going to pay
off at some point. I like that.

Oh. What happens then?

What happens when it pays off? Right. It
pays off.

Right, but what happens?

What is happening?

We're just... You're being weird with
our guest. No, I'm just... I'm sorry,

just curious.

No, no, no, you're being weird. You're
not being weird with our guest. We're

having a conversation. You're being a
weird dude.

She's from Philadelphia.

What do you do?

I work in denim.

She saw Cardi B naked once.

Right? Tell them. Okay, for the record,
I am changing careers. I'm actually, I'm

getting my teaching credential right
now.

Teaching?

High school lit.

High school is not lit.

She's going to make me wake up at 6 a
.m. every morning because of her alarm,

and then I will microwave my own head to
kill myself just to get some relief.

Okay.

So high school lit. What books will you
teach? What do you... Dickens, Conrad.

Okay. Tale of Two Cities?

David Copperfield.

Only you must know that he...

The actual title of the book is not
David Copperfield.

The personal history, adventures,
experience, and observations of David

Copperfield. David Copperfield, the
younger of Blunderstone Rookery, which

never meant to publish on any account.

Are you guys having a virgin on?

What the fuck is this?

I'm David Copperfield. I'm a nerd. I'm a
nerd.

Cut off my dick. I don't use it anymore.

I gotta go. I just realized I hate both
of you.

It was nice to meet you.

You as well.

Do you want to come back for dinner?

On Thursday, we're having a group
dinner. Sure.

Cool. Okay.

Bye. We'll text you. All right.

This was a new situation altogether.

Because let's face it, the first time,
I'd gotten lucky.

This time, I would need a plan. A real
plan.

But what?

It's a goddamn, you know, time bomb.

Yep, it is.

San Francisco is the worst city in the
United States. It's pretentious. There

no bear there.

It's gentrified. There's too many
artists. I think it's a great place. If

have kids, you have the ocean, you've
got the mountains.

You want kids?

I don't know, maybe.

Cool, I get it. What about you? Kids?
Yeah.

Oh. I mean, I don't hate kids, but...
Wait.

I hate kids. I hate kids.

I hate them.

I mean, you know, not like Eastern
European kids.

Well,

they're very quiet because they're
traumatized and they work very hard, I

What do you mean? Like sun exposure?

The whole thing was simple enough in
theory.

Add sulfur and potassium chloride to
photographic stop bath, and you've

essentially made dynamite.

They'd think poor Noah made a bad choice
in cleaning supplies, such as the

bottles they'd find under the kitchen
sink, right behind the vinegar.

The final ingredient would be a single
spark, and no one would ever question

where that came from.

Where's, um... What's his name? Yeah,
I'll check. I'll check. Oh, no, no.

Let me check.

I love that guy.

Okay. What is his name, though? Beckett.

Beckett. Yeah.

Yo, Bagel.

You fall in?

Whoa. He caught me.

Caught you doing what?

I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.

Hey, well, I know.

You just had to have it. I had to have
it. Too good.

Huh?

Too. There you go.

Love. White.

Basquiat.

Thank you for coming.

Great seeing you.

Good to see you.

I didn't know any better.

Say you're trying to get me alone.

That's a little outrageous, by the way,
the timing.

and we fall for each other the boyfriend
ends up dead might as well call the

sheriff myself but the clock was down
and it was about eight minutes later

do

you have any sympathy lilies

I wanted nothing more than to pick up
where we left off, but I had to give her

time.

Making a move too quickly would be
pretty ungentlemanly, given the

And surely she needed some time to
recover and, uh, shit. Hi. Hi.

Is it Beckett?

Yes. I'm Agent Pinfield. I'm with the
FBI. This is my partner, Agent Matthews.

Hi. How you doing?

Great.

So you are an heir to the estate, is
that correct?

The... The Redfellow estate?

No. Not to my knowledge.

Not that you're aware of.

Well, my mom, she... I guess she grew up
a Redfellow.

They had a falling out.

But you came to the funeral.

Well, my friend didn't know him.

I was.

God, yeah, yeah, I was friends with
Noah. So you're not set to inherit

I work a nine -to -five like you guys.
If I were set to inherit $10 billion,

I think I'd change my hours.

Me too.

Sorry, do you mind if I ask what this is
all about?

Sure. When two family members die like
this in a row, the Bureau has certain

protocols.

Okay. Y 'all know what they say, you
gotta be the meanest son of a bitch on

block. Well, here I am talking about a
kid who got himself off the floor by

being a decent human being.

Started at the mail desk ten months ago.
I think some of you gave him shit, by

the way.

Lucky I'm not naming names, Johan.

But seriously, we all like it when a
good guy makes a little progress.

Anyway, my man, he's got a client
already.

So let's get back to work, huh? You can
take your drinks with you. I won't tell

the boss. I promise.

Tell me something.

Does he really think you got here by
hard work?

Here's nephew, for Christ's sake.

I'd invite you to stay, but I have a
client. I am your client.

I need a loan.

You know, my husband inherited his
father's brokerage, but he didn't

father's talent for running a brokerage.

I didn't know how bad the bleeding had
gotten because he never told me, so now

I'm here.

And I'm not telling him.

You know this isn't a bank, right?

Well, this would be a special case,
wouldn't it?

How much do you need?

Not a fortune, but enough.

Well, I have relationships. I can go
through the proper channels. You'd have

do a background check.

Sounds so official.

What did you have in mind?

I don't know.

Maybe something under the table.

I just... Love the office, by the way.
Those are my keys.

Look, we should talk again, and I
wouldn't wait too long.

The opportunity might grow legs and walk
out the door.

Just one more thing, though.

Have you heard about the Redfellows?

What about them?

Taylor?

Noah?

I wonder who's next.

If I were you, I might be nervous.

I'll expect to hear from you.

Until then, I'm sure you'll make a
killing.

There's probably nothing.

Either way, my style of murder so far
had very little style at all.

I needed to be more careful. Hey, Ethan.

Yes, sir? Weird question.

Do you like a 40 regular?

Am I what?

The next red fellow in line was a true
outlier.

I mean, they were all extreme
personalities, but only one had managed

something like this.

Whatever this was.

Did he interfere with your will?

No. No?

Uh -uh.

Does capital H, he, do all the work for
you?

No.

You got a will of your own, right?

Guess why?

That's the way he made you.

Now, two was a coincidence.

Three, that would be a pattern. That's
yours.

But Stephen Redfellow had no shortage of
enemies.

The man had been indicted in two
different countries for money

let's not forget the lawsuit with his
former business manager.

Crossroads yet again. So if Stephen
ended up in a dumpster somewhere,

would be God's will.

Dicking us around.

Yeah. But nobody doesn't call you for
three days. It's your priority, okay?

No.

No, they're pulling our leg, man.

Oh.

Uh -huh.

Yeah, that's because they're in real
estate, Jason.

All right, look, I got to bounce. I will
hit you back later, all right?

All right, peace.

Woo! I just got so freaking hyped on
first Sunday, right?

Oh, come on. Oh.

Ben Johnson, Midwest Christian Magazine.

Come on, I know who you are. Please,
have a seat.

I'm sorry we couldn't sit down last
month. I was actually in Korea, roping a

church over there. It's exciting stuff.
Korea.

It's a magical place, magical people,
complicated tax laws.

I think our readers just want to know
the man behind the movement.

Let's do it.

Let's do it.

You want to start with the photos?

Sure, yeah.

Can you tell me about this one right
here?

Okay. Uh, that's me and the president of
Armenia, the president of Panama.

Look, the church has been lucky to make
some good friends over the years.

That is me with El Chapo.

Super interesting dude, if you actually,
I don't know, talk to him.

Bye.

Barbecued me for that one, too.

I'm not sure if you know this, but I'm
from, like, a kind of well -known

I don't know, it just means people are
always trying to knock me down, you

take me out the game.

I just thought I'd tell myself nothing
my buddy JC didn't have to deal with,

right? Like, don't hate on me just
because my dad's a big deal or whatever,

right? Amen.

Yeah, you get it. Your milk got it?

Mayor of Kyoto.

God put it on my heart to open a church
there, too. And he gave me this.

Oh, look at that.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa!

Here, feel it.

Feel the tip. Feel how sharp that is.

Feel it. Come on. You've got to feel it.

Okay. That's right. Just touch it.

Ow. Ow.

Yeah,

it's like razor sharp, right?

So sharp.

I gave you a shave from all the way over
here, right? Well, I shaved this

morning, so.

I knew it was you.

I knew it was before you walked in the
door. See, Ben Johnson retired eight

months ago.

Your other victims might have been too
dumb to put it together, but not me.

You don't get out of here until you come
clean.

Come clean? What?

Come on. Come on. Let me hear it.

Hear what? What do you want? The truth.

Come on.

Don't let that shit out.

Look, I think you have me confused with
someone else. I know everything!

What do you want me to say? What do you
want me to say? Give it to me!

Come on!

Okay, okay. Come on!

Get it out there in the air.

Okay, okay, okay. I lied. I lied. I
lied. I'm not Ben John. You're not, are

Who are you? Beckett. I'm Beckett. I'm
your cousin.

What'd you just say?

I'm your cousin.

You're not from the post?

You're not writing a hit piece? You're
not that guy?

Okay, this is embarrassing.

I just get so paranoid with this job,
you know.

Oh man,

I should know we're a family.

It's like looking in a freaking mirror.

I'm a little off with that.

Did you know that tropane alkaloids are
an active ingredient in most pre

-workout supplements?

If you have too much of the stuff, you
might have a massive heart attack.

And by too much, I mean about 1 ,500
milligrams.

Then the last thing the church wanted
was an investigation.

I'm sure you know all about that.

Anyway... Finally, I was getting

somewhere.

Wasn't I?

Can you keep a secret?

Surprisingly well, actually.

I was going to break up with him that
weekend.

And now he's gone. And I know I'm
supposed to feel, like, devastated, but

don't... I don't... You don't feel what
you're supposed to feel.

Does that make me a terrible person?

No.

I think it makes you honest.

I don't know. I think I'm still going to
hell.

You're talking to a guy who works on
Wall Street.

Oh, you're definitely going to hell.

Do you want to grab dinner this week?

Yeah.

My office can grab us a reservation at
the Modern. It's midtown.

I've never been there, but I hear it's
great.

Yeah.

Or we could keep it simple and...

Cook something?

Yeah, simple.

I love simple.

I know.

Dramatic, right?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

We had an agreement.

First off, how did you get my apartment?

I took a key right in front of you.

No, I remember.

Two calls, two emails, nothing back.

I've been occupied.

With what?

Occupations.

Go on.

Come on.

How long have we known each other?

Quite some time. So you should be able
to tell me anything.

I'll go first.

We're flat broke.

My husband lied to me for years and he's
an absolute coward.

Now you go.

I have nothing to tell you.

I would never judge.

For what?

that would sour things between us,
wouldn't it?

I don't like it sour.

I like it sweet.

What?

Are you fucking kidding me? What the
hell?

Hey. Hi.

There's a bit of a culinary disaster in
there.

Oh. Oh, no.

Everything okay?

Do you want to go out to eat?

Yeah, sure.

Great.

They're students.

I love them, but... Tell me about it.
They all want to be millionaires, but

of them want an actual job.

We all got to have a dream, right?

I get it, but... Well, thank you.

Thank you.

I mean, I think it's good to want more.

Okay.

Gun to your head.

What would you even do with a billion
dollars?

Why do you have a gun to my head?

Answer the question.

Get those chopstick guns out of my face.
Answer the question.

I don't know.

I'd take you to a better restaurant.

Working in fashion was my lifelong goal,
right?

Like I had tunnel vision.

And now all I can think about is the
time I put in.

But we shouldn't chase what we want.

The thing is, I think I knew the whole
time. Knew what?

That I didn't like it.

That I might be happier making shit
money and having a cactus garden.

It's just scary to dream small.

Nobody teaches us how to do that.

Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt, but at
this point you'd met someone, you had a

good career.

Was that not enough?

Enough what?

Look, it wasn't lost on me. I had a good
job, a budding romance.

Maybe I should hit pause on the...

systematic killing of my entire family.

But how

could I quit now?

I mean, not even one had been
investigated as a murder.

Was I that good?

Maybe I was that good.

Of course, by this point, the family had
realized that something was up.

adoption icon.

Take my Aunt Cassandra. She had gotten
sort of famous for adopting like 11 kids

from 11 different countries and they
spoke 11 different languages around the

house.

I am on the phone. We can see that,
right? Do we know phone or do I need to

tattoo it on my fucking forehead? She
heard about the deaths in the family and

got a laser -based security system
installed in all four of her houses.

But there wasn't a security system at
the Blessings of the Desert Day Spa

she spent every Tuesday afternoon.

I'm sorry to disturb you. We're offering
complimentary teeth whitening services

until 5 o 'clock if you're interested.

I have some literature on the process,
safety information. I didn't come here

read.

The special ingredient was carbamide
peroxide, which is so close to the

agent found in teeth whitener that the
police thought she must have bought an

off -brand batch during her last
adoption trip to Cambodia.

Then

there's

my Uncle MacArthur.

You've got about a 30 -knot wing coming
out of the north -northwest, just so you

know. Thanks, but I think I've got to
handle some goddamn wind, Chief.

This guy owned, like, half the National
Air and Space Museum. And while the rest

of us were planning a long weekend at
Key West, he was planning an actual trip

to the actual moon.

MacArthur, what do you say to the
critics who see you spending $50 million

fly to space when half your employees
don't have health insurance?

Fifty? More like 90.

Look. If I could do this kind of thing
for cheap, I would. And it's incredibly

expensive.

Guest up? Yes, sir. Got checked?

Yes, sir. Where's my coffee, by the way?

Nope.

Walking low.

All it took was a laminated path and a
shirt from the mall.

Cargo in 17, you are very well open.

1 ,500 square feet, three bedrooms,
doorman.

You ever have a doorman before?

Barely had a door.

Changes your life.

I'm not even joking around.

This is original marble from Italy.

And if you look out there, that's why
you pay the money.

Would you want to live here?

With me?

I know it's a little fast, but...

I'd really like to have you here.

I'd love it, actually.

If I'm being honest.

Um... Yeah.

I'd love that, too.

I know the place is a lot, but Warren's
going to give me a bridge loan, and the

neighborhood's appreciating it.

Hey, hey.

I liked you when you lived in Newark and
took the bus.

You know that, right?

What?

Nothing. By the way, I can fire you at
any time, but I won't.

To continue with this story, and he's
like, what are you talking about? Where

are you? And I was like, I'm in Island
Park.

As for the next red fellow in line, you
can probably guess who it was.

But by now, I couldn't imagine lifting a
finger against my uncle, much less

doing the man harm.

And by that point, things were going
decently well. The job, living

You were content.

Without the wealth.

Without the inheritance.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I was content.

Content enough.

And I suppose I had more important
things to think about.

My mom's going to want Zinfandel.

I think we're making the right choice,
by the way.

Having an engagement party at your home
just feels better than at a bar or

something.

I totally agree.

I'm still thinking about your family.

All the crazy shit.

Okay.

I don't mean to obsess, but don't you
think that it's... I'm not even a part

that family.

Whatever's going on, it's got nothing to
do with us.

Besides, it's probably over anyway.

What makes you say that?

Mr. Redfellow?

Beckett? Redfellow?

How you doing today?

Nice office you got here.

I like it.

Just so you understand, you said you're
not an heir to the estate, is that

correct?

As far as I know.

Well, we did a little research and...

Congratulations.

Wow.

That's just a little... I had no idea.

Can you answer a few questions for us?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I really had no idea.

Nobody's arguing with you.

Can you tell us where you were in the
afternoon of April 10th? Would have been

Sunday.

April 10th, okay. Here we go.

You're fucking kidding me.

He remembers when and where he bought a
hot dog.

Is that even him?

I don't know.

Can you see what it is?

I can't see shit. Me neither.

All right, follow him.

Rothburn's going down, and Bellamy's
going to go too.

They're minutes away, I guarantee it.

I say we dump whatever we can cut loose
before the markets catch wind.

We can say we were forced into it, which
is true.

No.

I spent 35 years earning the trust of
these shareholders.

I'm not throwing under the sun one
afternoon.

Oh, shit.

What?

Call an ambulance!

Can I smell that water, will you?

I'm not going to miss words.

You want to chase that rabbit down the
hall, huh?

Okay, that money rabbit.

Everybody loves a good chase.

And you're good at it.

But here I am, 61 years old, and

you're the only visitor I've got all
day.

Find that person in your life, Beckett.

Whoever it is.

Work at loving them.

I mean, really, work.

Because at the end of the day, it's the
only job that pays.

It was in this unhappy moment that I
realized an ironic truth.

There was only one left.

And either get rid of it or do what you
like.

But not here.

Not under this roof.

And I think you know I have to stand by
that.

But what use was it to fantasize? I had
put all that behind me. Hey, Becky.

Letter for you.

Thanks, Brian.

Hey. He invited me.

What?

My grandfather.

To a dinner party at the estate.

Hello? Uh, I just, I thought you said
you would never do that.

Never do what? Never meet the guy. Wait,
when is it?

Tonight. It's Friday.

I know.

Friday.

Oh, shit.

I may not have this opportunity again.

He never sees anyone.

You may not have this opportunity again.

I don't know.

Yeah, you're right. So be home by seven
or you will miss your own fucking

engagement party. Right.

Of course.

Of course.

Okay.

I love you, by the way.

I'm going to call you back.

Package for Mr. Redfellow.

Remember to breathe.

Very important.

Taylor drowned.

He went to Princeton on swimming
scholarship and he drowned.

I became more than a bit suspicious
right then.

So I had a little friend follow you.

And aren't those great?

I'm really happy I went with black and
white.

What do you want?

Finish it.

I'm under investigation by the FBI.

And yet here you are.

It's almost as if, I don't know, they
don't quite have a case.

Anyway, I will need a down payment.

A what?

$300 ,000 by 5 o 'clock.

Shit. I'm done fucking around.

You gotta be shitting me. You still have
a company checkbook, right?

You still have access to the account?

Deliver the checks to my husband.

He's in his office in Hoboken waiting on
you like a patient little puppy. You

have 30 minutes.

Any longer than that and she'll get a
package just like the one I gave you.

will get a package?

Your little girlfriend, who do you
think?

Cordoza High School in Bayside, Queens,
right?

She's in for quite the shock.

For what it's worth, I was hoping for a
different arrangement.

Something a bit more fun.

But you blew it, Beckett.

Call Pripyat and Vienna. Let's sell P &G
and tell them the name is Price.

Call? Am I allowed to do that?

What? Just do it, Tom.

I got him right now.

Yes, ma 'am.

Headed north on Hanover. That's north.
Hanover.

Sir?

Excuse me, sir!

I'm not here. I... Is that her?

Yeah.

I'm here.

I got your checks, you sociopathic
conniving bitch.

Jesus Christ, Beckett, this could have
been anyone.

Call it off.

Well, just write the checks first, will
you? I want to... Cheer up, Lyle.

About to make a lot of money.

I'm not going to make any money. Are you
kidding?

She's just going to take it.

And leave.

I'm not the one she wants anyway.

But you're really coming up in the
world, huh?

Little bastard.

committed embezzlement and assault.

So fuck it.

Bye.

On account of the storm, I decided to
cancel the festivities tonight.

But I just couldn't turn you down.

Whitelaw.

Beckett.

Did you bring an appetite?

So...

You've been working your way up the
financial ladder.

Is that right?

Trying to. I understand you've come a
long ways.

Must have really put in the hours.

Filthy business, though, isn't it?

How do you mean?

Come on.

One professional to another.

You must have broken a few heads, bumped
off some of the competition,

no?

Two or three, maybe.

Would you take any of it back?

Because this sort of life, it isn't cut
out for everyone, is it?

You know, it makes some people tired,
old.

Lonely.

Regretful.

But me, I've always felt I know a
certain truth.

But the only thing that really hurts us
in life is the voice of our own

conscience.

Telling us a story about right and
wrong.

And if you know how to turn your head
just right into the wind.

you can make that voice go down to a
whisper.

After a while, you might never hear it
at all.

She was my favorite, by the way.

Sharpest of the bunch.

Always knew what she wanted and willing
to fight for it.

Why didn't you help her?

When she needed it?

You know where this is all going, don't
you?

Come on.

I wanna show you something.

Before Charles brings out the pudding.

French gun.

Belonged to your great -great -uncle.

World War I.

This thing's mortified the Germans.
They've never seen anything like it.

Here.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Draw a bead on something.

Why don't you try this?

Right here.

Where are we going?

Where to?

Home.

You're almost there.

Well... You better go quickly, then.

I'm going to fucking run.

Dogs have folded up from the outside.

Come on, make sure they're okay.

There's no way out.

Go on, tire yourself.

Come to my house and kill me.

Best have done it when I gave it a
chance.

Believe this, my final murder was not a
murder at all, but a perfectly

legitimate act of self -defense.

All right, Sheriff Department's on the
way.

Okay. They're just going to talk to you,
okay? All right, all right.

I need to go because I have my
engagement party.

It started an hour ago.

Who's engagement party? It's mine.

So you have no relationship with your
grandfather?

I've never met him before tonight.

Not even once?

Never.

Look, if I'm not legally required to be
here, I need to leave.

You're not legally required to, but I'd
prefer if you stay.

Okay.

I'll give you the full explanation.
You're withholding something from me.

You've been withholding something from
me.

So right now, you have to tell me what's
up or

I'm out.

Sometimes in life, you gotta take a deep
breath.

Come clean to the person you love.

This was not one of those times.

I only told her what she'd see on the
news.

My grandfather was gone.

And as for the fortune, well...

The right kind of life.

This had to be it, right?

Sure, she had a few misgivings, but we
could handle that later.

I was rich.

And being rich is even better than you
imagine.

You know I mentioned earlier this is a
tragedy.

Still is.

Oh, McNamara.

Such a pleasure. Nice to meet you.

Nancy Dillard. The Dillard.

Nice to meet you.

Megan Pinfield, FBI.

Hello?

Can you shut that door behind you,
please?

We've got to be uncouth, but this is
heroically bad timing. Yeah, you're

arrest. I need you to stay calm and
cooperate.

I'm under arrest.

For what?

For murder.

Of who?

Lyle Archdale.

I love you.

Can you

believe it?

After all this, I'd go down for a
killing I didn't even commit.

Now, we want to point out to listeners
that Becker Redfellow crossed eight

lines. which is why his trial is
unfolding in federal court, where murder

still mean capital punishment for
citizens of New Jersey.

As we can see from these security tapes,

Mr. Redfellow burst into the office at
approximately 5 .03 p .m. and then

emerged just four minutes later, which
is consistent with the estimated time of

Mr. Archdale's death.

Now, we've heard from the coroner that
he estimates the time of death between 5

.06 and 5 .15 p .m.

and we've heard from the eyewitness in
the hallway who positively identifies

Redfield. Sir, can you confirm that this
is the murder weapon?

I can confirm that it is, yes.

And did you find the defendant's
fingerprints on the murder weapon? I

How certain are you that these are his
fingerprints?

I'm 100 % certain. A letter opener.

My entire life, because of a letter
opener.

You were the first to find your
husband's body.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Tell me, were you in love with Mr.
Redfellow at the time?

Yes.

And he with you?

Beckett Redfellow has been in love with
me his entire life.

I just never thought he would do
something like this.

Will the defense please rise?

Upon the verdict, the jury finds the
defendant Beckett Redfellow guilty of

murder in the first degree as charged in
the indictment and that the punishment

of death shall be imposed. May the
sentence be recorded by the clerk. May

rest his soul.

Thank you.

I wish I could find the right word to
describe this juncture in my story.

But there are no right words.

There's only time.

And silence.

Gotta believe it.

You got three minutes.

You must be quite the catch back there.

Got a big day coming up, huh?

Remember that game we used to play as
kids?

I'd have a secret and you'd try to guess
what it was. I've got something to say,

say it.

I'll give you a hint.

It involves handwriting.

You're foul.

You're a lump of coal with makeup.

I'd rather die in the air than be with
you.

I'll give you another hint.

Lyle, when I found him like that, I
found something else,

too.

And beautifully written, I made out.

What's with the white? Are you boys
playing doctor back there? Did Lyle

note?

Is that what you're saying? Did Lyle
leave a note?

You know, I think I might just leave. I
should be leaving. In the name of all

things holy, you have to release it.

Oh, now you want to talk? What do you
want?

What do you want? What could you
possibly have to offer?

No, no, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey.

Stop.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

You got 25.

Julia. Julia, come here, please.

Please.

Okay.

What do you want?

Just give me a moment.

I'm gonna die in 24 hours.

You don't want that to happen.

I know you don't want that to happen.

Give me everything.

Sign it over.

You need anything else?

Got a priest?

Well, that was some hours ago.

And if you're curious why I've been so
calm and self -assured for a man set to

be executed in... It's because I thought
our friend

Julia might, uh... might come through.

In the end.

I wonder if she's coming.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green
pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no

evil.

Thou art my rod and staff.

Red fellow.

They're not gonna fucking believe it.

You came.

Alright.

I told you this is a tragedy.

It's not about me, is it?

I think it's about you.

With all your values and deep -rooted
expectations.

You thought this would end differently.

And in a perfect universe, it would
have.

But someone once told me that the only
thing that can hurt us in life is the

voice of our own conscience.

telling us a story about right and
wrong.

If you turn your head just right into
the wind, you can make that voice go

to a whisper.

And after a while, you might never hear
it at all.

Adeus Paris Tropical, Adeus Brigitte
Bardot. O champanhe me fez

mal, caviar já me joou.

Se Manaus estava certo, na razão do
patrofi. Eu também que sou

esperto, vou viver no Piauí.

Hmm?