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Guard: Open 15.

Hey, get up.

You got a visitor. Look alive.

Becket.

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 my sense of clarity,

presence of mind.

I don't mean to overstep, but, um

this may be the last opportunity
you have to speak 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.

Do 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,

it starts with someone else.

And by that, I mean my mother.

I've completely forgotten how to play!

Mary Estella Redfellow.

Longtime resident
of Huntington, Long Island.

An heiress to a family fortune

valued then at 18 billion,
19 billion US dollars.

Now, there's a rumour 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?

Mary: What time is it?

Oh my God!

What?

- Oh my God. I have to go right now.
- You're gonna go?

Bye...

What are you doing?

- Gotta go.
- Okay.

Man: 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.

All right.

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 Mary Redfellow

of Belleville, New Jersey.

I can't. I can't.

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 estate 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,

assuming I outlive 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 tough, but

I'll tell you now…

Despite our financial handicap,

she made sure I had all the culture,
class, and style

of a highborn young man.

Go through the target.

See how much
of a difference that makes?

- Mm-hm.
- See?

Just open up your shoulders...

And that was the first time...

The first time I saw her.

Julia Steinway.

Right off I could see
we were the perfect match.

Clearly, I wasn't wrong.

This was, without a doubt
a girl of great social bearing,

taste, charm.

Woman: What's next, the big one?

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

inherit a lot of money or something, so...

A lot of money, huh?

Are you trying to impress me?

It's okay if you are.

Compere: Next, we have Lyle Archdale.

Compere: It's all right,
everyone, it's okay.

Lyle, can you see? Just keep playing.

Hey, Becket?

Can you come with me?

Well, my mother was young,

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

The doctors either.

And the family, um

I'm sure they knew.

Surely coulda helped.

But nothing.

Not one single word.

Mary: Becket, this is all wrong.

What's all wrong?

You should have more than this.

Something was taken from you.

I want you to promise me something.

Can you do that?

Okay.

Promise me

that you won't quit

until you have the right kind of life.

Until you have the kind of life
that you deserve to have.

That I raised you to have.

Can you do that for me?

"The right kind of life."

What did she mean by that?

Her final request was to be buried
at the Redfellow Mausoleum

on the family plot in Huntington.

When no answer came,
she arrived at her final resting place

just off the parkway in East Orange.

And Jesus tells us, "I am the way,
the truth, and the life.

And he who has faith, or 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.

# Lord, hear my prayer #

# Lord, hear my prayer #

"We hope this finds you well."

After that, I enjoyed a

brief and colourful tour
of the New Jersey foster care system.

As for Julia, I saw her less and less

until finally

never at all.

And I had to wonder,
if we crossed paths again,

who would I be?

A great success?

Or no?

Anyway, many years later,

I found myself working
a perfectly respectable job.

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

- Mornin'.
- You're early.

Yes, sir.

Uh, 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.

Becket?

No fucking way!

- Wow!
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Hi!

Yeah. Wow. Oh my

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, or...?

Oh...

Yes.

Julia: 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.
- So...

You're still there?

How about you? Are 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

I'd love to properly catch up if

you want to grab a drink sometime?

That'd be great.

But timing's 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.

Julia: Lyle, Becket's inside there.

- Becket?
- Do you remember Becket from school?

Lyle: Of course he works here.

Mary: Promise me that you won't quit

until you have the right kind of life.

There were seven of them.

Seven Redfellows walking the earth

while my mother lay cold in the ground

and I lived in a duplex.

If I were to prune
a few branches of the family tree,

where would I start?

Taylor Exeter Redfellow.

Thank you very much.

Broker at his father's
financial service firm.

My cousin wasn't just easy to find,

he was hard to avoid once you got anywhere
near the financial district.

# Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine #

# Losing my sight #

# Losing my mind #

# Wish somebody would tell... #

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.

Yo...

Let me grab you for a minute.

I don't... 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 centre?

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.

It's inconvenient for me too, okay?

- Help me out. Please?
- Darryl

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

I know, I know.

Shouldn't that sort of thing be rewarded?

# We have no fear, ah
We have no fear, ah #

# We have no fear, ah #

- Friend: Whoa, look there…
- Taylor: Man, do it!

Friend: Holy shit...

Brrrrrrr!

Come on, man.
Are you gonna fucking do it?

- I'm fucking ready!
- Come on!

- Are you fucking ready?! Let's go!
- Come on!

Let's fucking go!

Yeah!

Taylor: Yeah, pick it up!

You're still poor, assholes!

- Whoa...
- Woooo!

Aaargh...

Yeah!

# We have no fear, ah #

Just like before,
my cousin was easy to find.

I didn't have a plan exactly,

but the proverbial and literal doors
were wide open.

Wooooo!

Could this be my opportunity
to get Taylor alone?

At this point,

I could've gone home, and

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.

Oh...

Oh, thank God.

They put fuckin' low ethanol
in the engine.

Get the anchor.

Call fucking Baywatch.

Call David-fucking-Hasselhoff.

My boat...

Time out.

I gotta take a minute, think this through.

Process what I'm actually doing here,

and if I'm carrying this out…

Wait...

Who are you?

I'm Becket.

Oh!

By God.

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...

Well, 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-I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

I'm not sure I, um

I'm not sure I know your name.

I'm Becket.

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've done it.

Not me, at least.

I should've kept in better touch.

Been part of her life, part of your life.

I wish I woulda gotten a chance
to know Taylor.

He seemed like a

I'm sorry.

Don't apologise. Don't apologise, really.

You know who did it to him?

Huh?

I assure you, that's not the case.

I wasn't there.

When he was comin' up, I...

And I knew damn well
he was going off the handle

with the cars and the prescriptions.

Anyway...

What do you do, Becket?

Becket: Oh...

Warren: Yeah, it's been in the family
since Laguardia was in office.

I think every financial crisis
for the last 100 years

started in the boardroom.

I was here for two of 'em.

All right, welcome to the inner sanctum.

- There, take a seat.
- This is nice.

I got this bottle from Dick Cheney.
It'd better be good.

You know

we've got Taylor's spot downstairs, and...

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?

Becket, truth is I shoulda 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've just gotta
save your receipts, all right?

If you don't do it, then I can't help you.

This is your home for the next while.

- Okay.
- Get goin'.

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 gonna let that ring?
You can't let that ring.

You gotta answer it. Answer it.

Hello?

How do you... how do you answer it?

- The blue one.
- The blue?

- Yeah.
- There's no blue.

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.

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

In the first week alone,

I learned the language.

Collateral. Dividend. Deduction. Kicker.

Bailing. Bootstrapping.
Closure. Clawback.

Lying. Cheating. Tailing. 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 Becket Redfellow,
the new hire at W&R?

Apologies, who's asking?

I hope this isn't a bad time.

No. No, uh

how is married life?

We just got back from our honeymoon.

Oh.

Greece? 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.

You know?

In case you felt embarrassed.

You could even 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-I... No, I-I know.
I mean, I just didn't...

But I hope we run into each other
sometime soon.

I always get so much out of it.

Lyle: Let's go, come on!

Perfect!

Anyway...

Who's next?

Wooo!

Be like me!

Hello, internet! I'm Noah Redfellow.

This is my domicile.

Bah, bah, bah! Nrrrrrr!

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 full of shit, or whatever.

And it's, like, no, dude.

That's fuckin' imposter syndrome.

Do you have a day job?

A day job? Yeah.

Artist.

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 rewarded for it.

Super voyeuristic, right?

It's 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.

I'm just a huge fan.

Wow.

Yeah. I get a lot of that.

I-I try not to come around
too much on Fridays

'cause, 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? Like...

You know, this next part
may sound kinda crazy.

I think you and I actually may be cousins.

- What?
- 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 I...

Do you develop, like, your photos?

Oh, um... no, not-not really.

No, man. You gotta develop.
It drives me fucking crazy!

You know, no one develops,
and it's, like, okay.

If you're totally broke, yeah. I get it.

Or if you don't have space.

Oh, fuck! Okay, um, uh, kick that beer.

- Kick-kick the beer?
- Yeah, kick the beer.

- Go ahead, yeah. Yeah, nice.
- Like... like that?

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, er, recycled toothbrushes
or tampons or...

It's, er... medical.

You smoke?

- Er, no.
- No?

Ooh, I'm dyin'.

Hm.

Yo, you really wanna 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 the fuckin' unabomberjust

smokin', 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.
- Woman: Hello?

Mm, fuck. Speak of the devil.

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

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Hey.

I thought you weren't coming home
till later?

Nice to see you too, babe.

Oh...

Come on, man. For real?

What, I... it was literally, like,
one or two puffs.

- Two puffs? Really?
- That's literally all it was.

- Dude.
- Because I was

I had to, because I was showing Beckham,
this dude right here...

Uh, I-I met him at the show,
and he's my cousin, apparently.

- What?
- He's my fucking cousin.

Hey, I'm Ruth.

Becket.

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

Yo, I'm so hungry,
I could literally eat Sbarro.

- Can we order something?
- Yeah.

Come on. He's just gonna try
and photograph you naked, so

don't do that.

Ruth: So you work in finance?

Yeah, I-I do.

Ruth: Why?

What do you mean?

I-I just mean, do you like it, or...?

Uh, sure. I-I think so.

Mm. Suspiciously long pause.

Well, it's hard work. It's...

It's gonna pay off at some point.
I like that.

Oh. What happens then?

- What happens when it pays off?
- Right.

It-it pays off. What?

Right, but what happens?

What is happening?

We're just...

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

I'm s-I'm sorry. I'm just curious.

- No, no, no, no.
- Noah: No, no. You're being weird.

- Ruth: We're...
- Noah: You mustn't be weird with our guest.

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

She's from, uh, Philadelphia, so...

What do you do?

I, uh, I work in denim.

She saw Cardi B naked once, right?
Tell him.

Okay, for the record,
I am changing careers.

I'm actually, I'm getting
my teaching credential right now.

Teaching?

High school lit.

Noah: High school is not lit.

She's gonna make me wake up
at 6am 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.
- Becket: Okay.

A Tale of Two Cities?

Uh, David Copperfield.

Well, then you must know that
the-the actual title of the book

is not David Copperfield, it's...

The Personal History, Adventures.

Experience and Observations of.

David Copperfield the Younger
of Blunderstone Rookery

which He Never Meant
to Publish on Any Account.

Noah: Are you guys having a virgin-off?

What the fuck is this?

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

"I'm a nerd. I cut off my dick.
I don't use it anymore."

Guys, I gotta go.

I just realised I hate both of you.

Well, it was nice to meet ya.

You as well.

Do you want to come back
for dinner on Thursday?

We're having a-a group thing.

Sure.

- Cool.
- Okay.

- Uh, bye. I will-I will text you.
- All right. All right.

Warren: Adjustable markets...

This was a new situation altogether.

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

This time, I would need a plan.

A real plan.

But what?

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

Colleague: Yeah, it is.

San Francisco is the worst city in...
in the United States.

- Why?
- It's pretentious.

- There is no 'there' there.
- It's gentrified.

There's too many art school drop-outs.

I think it's a great place. If-if you
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...
- Yeah.

I hate 'em.

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

- Like-like-like...
- Oh my God. What?

Well, they're very quiet
because they're traumatized

and they work very hard, I think.

How? What do you mean,
like, sun exposure?

The whole thing
was simple enough in theory.

Add sulphur 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 bottle 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.

Um, where's um...

What's his name?

Yeah. Uh, I'll check. I'll check.

No, no, no. Let me check.

- I love that guy.
- Okay.

- What-What is his name though?
- Becket.

- Becket?
- Yeah.

Yo, Bagel? You fall in?

Noah: Dug-a-dug-a-dug.

Do-gu-dong, do-gu-dong,
do-gu-digga-digga...

Whoa.

You caught me.

Caught you doing what?

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

- Bagel...
- I know.

Ah...

You just had to have it.

I had to have it. It's too good.

Well...

"To Bagel...

Love, White Basquiat."

Ruth: Okay, sounds good. Get home safe.

- Bye, guys.
- Bye, you guys. Drink water.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you for coming.

- See ya later.
- Great seeing you.

Good to see you.

If I didn't know any better.

I'd say you were trying to get me alone.

Hm.

That's a little outrageous, by the way,

the timing.

We fall for each other,
the boyfriend ends up dead.

Might as well call
the sheriff myself, but...

The clock was set.

And it was about
eight minutes later when...

Bystander: Oh my God, look at that!

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 situation.

And surely, she needed
some time to recover, and,

- Female: Excuse me? Excuse me?
- Er... shit.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Is it Becket?
- Yes.

I'm Agent Pinfield. I'm with the FBI.

This is my partner, Agent Matthews.

Hi.

How are you doin'?

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, um...

Well, I guess she grew up a Redfellow.

They had a falling out, um...

But you came to the funeral.

Well, I'm a friend of Noah.

Uh, I-I was.

God, I, uh, yeah,
I was friends with Noah.

So you're not set to inherit anything?

Look, I-I work a 9 to 5 like you guys. If I.

I mean, if I were set to inherit, what,

$10 billion, I think I'd change my hours.

Me too.

Sorry, do you mind if I ask what

what this is all about?

Sure. When, um, two family members
die like this in a row,

the Bureau has certain protocols.

Okay.

You all know what they say,

you gotta be the meanest
son of a bitch on the 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.

Julia: Tell me something...

Does he really think
you got here by hard work?

You're his 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 inherit his 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.

- We'd have to do a background check.
- God...

Sounds so official.

What did you have in mind?

I don't know.

Maybe something under the table.

Julia...

Mm-hm?

Um.

- 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 'em?

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.

It was 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.

Are you, like, a 40 regular?

Am I what?

Whoa!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Oh my God, oh my God...

The next Redfellow in line
was a true outlier.

I mean, they were all
extreme personalities

but only one had managed
to build something like this.

Whatever 'this' was.

Does He interfere with your will?

- Crowd: No!
- No. Uh-uh.

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

- Crowd: No!
- No!

You got a will of your own, right?

Crowd: Yeah.

Guess why.
That's the way He made you.

- Now two was a coincidence.
- Right?

Three, that would be a pattern.

That's yours.

But Steven Redfellow
had no shortage of enemies.

The man had been indicted
in two different countries

for money laundering,
and let's not forget the lawsuit

with his former business manager.

The crossroads, yet again.

So if Steven ended up
in a dumpster somewhere

perhaps it would be God's will.

Steven: Dicking us around. Yeah.

Look, nobody doesn't call you
for three days

and thinks you're a priority, okay?

No. No, they're pulling our leg, man.

Uh-huh. Mm-hm.

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

All right, look. Uh, I gotta bounce.

I will hit you back later, all right?
All right, peace.

Whoo! I just get so fricken hyped
on first Sundays, right?

- Oh, come on.
- Oh.

Ben Johnson,
Midwest Christian Magazine.

Oh, come on.
I know who you are. Please.

Have a seat.

Oh yeah, I'm sorry we couldn't
sit down last month.

I was actually in Korea.

We're opening a church over there,
so it's exciting stuff.

- Korea?
- It's a magical place.

Magical people.

Complicated tax laws, so

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

- Let's do it!
- Let's do it.

Uh, you want to start with the photos?

- Sure. Yeah.
- Um...

Can you tell me about
this one right here?

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

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. I mean...

But the press barbecued me
for that one too.

I'm not sure if you know this, but.

I'm from like,
a kind of a well-known family.

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

you know, take me out the game.

I just always tell myself
it's nothing my buddy JC

didn't have to deal with, right?

It's, like, don't hate on me just 'cause
my dad's a big deal, or whatever, right?

Amen.

Yeah, you get it.
You know who else 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.

Ooh-ah!

Here, feel it. Feel the tip.
Feel how sharp that is.

- Feel it. Come on. You gotta feel it.
- Okay.

- That's it, just touch it. Ow.
- Wow. Ow.

Yeah, it's, like, razor sharp, right?

So sharp.

I can give you a shave
from all the way over here, right?

Well, I shaved this morning, so.

I know it was you.

I knew it was you
before you walked in the door.

See, Ben Johnson retired
eight months ago, so...

Your other victims might've 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, let me hear it.

Hear what? What-what do you want?

The truth. Come on.

You gotta let that shit out. Right?

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

- I know everything! Say it!
- Ah!

What-what-what do you want me to say?

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

- Come on! Hey!
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Come on!
- Okay, okay.

Get it out there in the air.
Exercise that shit!

Okay, okay, okay. I lied. I lied. I lied.
I'm not Ben Johnson.

- You're not, are you? Who are you?
- Okay. I'm Becket.

I'm Becket. I'm-I'm your cousin!

What'd you just say?

I'm your.

I'm-I'm your cousin.

You're not from The Post?

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

What?

Oh...

Oh...

Okay. Uh, this is embarrassing.

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

It's...

Whew! Whoo...

Oh, man.
I shoulda known we were family.

It's like looking in a freakin' mirror.

Something's 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?

Mary: Promise me that you won't quit.

Not until you have the right kind of life.

Ruth: Can you keep a secret?

Surprisingly well, actually.

I was gonna break up with him
that weekend.

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

but I-I don't, I don't...

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

Does that make me a terrible person?

Nah.

I think it makes you honest.

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

Hey, 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?

Yes.

Um, my office can grab us
a reservation at the Modern.

Uh, it's midtown. Um

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 in my apartment?

I took a key right in front of you.

No, I'd 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?

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

And I don't like it sour.

I like it sweet.

- Oh my God. Julia. I'm s...
- What?

- You have to go.
- Are you fucking kidding me?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- What the hell?

I gotta go.

Hey.

Hi.

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

- Oh. Uh, oh no.
- Yes.

Everything okay, or...?

- Uh, do you want to go out to eat?
- Yeah, sure.

Great.

These students, I love 'em, but...

Tell me about it.

They all want to be millionaires,
but none of them want an actual job.

They've all gotta have a dream, right?

I get it, but...

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I mean, I think it's.

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.

What, uh

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.

Father: Sorry, I-I don't mean
to interrupt, but...

At this point, you 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.

Reservation at Manilla's, Friday?

- Friday? Get outta here.
- No way.

Julia: Becket, it's me again.
And you're not answering… again.

I wouldn't ignore me much longer.
Something bad might happen, muchacho.

Becket: 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 realised that something was up.

Reporter: CEO, and now, adoption icon.

Take my Aunt Cassandra.

She had gotten sort of famous
for adopting, like, eleven kids

from eleven different countries

and they spoke eleven different languages
around the house.

Okay, 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

where she spent
every Tuesday afternoon.

Becket: 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, if you'd like

I didn't come here to read.

Blessings.

The special ingredient
was carbamide peroxide

which is so close to the acidic agent
found in teeth whitener

that the police thought she must have
bought an off-brand batch

during her last adoption trip
to Cambodia.

It's tingly.

Then there's my Uncle McArthur.

Sir, you've got about a 30 knot wind
coming out of the north-northwest,

just so you know.

Thanks, but I think I can 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.

McArthur, what do you say to the critics

who see you spending
$50 million to fly to space

when half your employees
don't have health insurance?

50? More like 90.

Look, if I could do this kind of thing
for cheap, I would.

But it's incredibly expensive.

- Gassed up?
- Yes, sir.

- Spot check?
- Yes, sir.

- Where's my coffee, by the way?
- There you go.

Lock and load.

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

Controller: Charlie 17,
you are very low. Over.

1,500 square feet,

three bedrooms, doorman.

You ever have a doorman before?

I barely had a door.

It changes your life.
I'm not even jokin' around.

This is original marble from, uh, Italy.

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

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.

Uh...

Um...

Yeah.

I'd love that too.

I know the place is a lot,

but Warren's gonna give me
a bridge loan

- and the neighbourhood's appreciating...
- Hey, hey.

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

You know that, right?

What?

Nothin'.

By the way, I can fire you
at any time, but I won't.

So, to continue with this story,

And he said, he's, like,

what are you talking about?
Where are you?

I'm in Arlington Park...

As for the next Redfellow 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 situation...

You were content.

Without the wealth.

Without the inheritance.

Well...

Maybe you're right. Maybe I was

content.

Content enough.

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

Ruth: My mom's gonna 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.

Like, I don't mean to obsess,
but don't you think that it's

I'm not even a part of 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?

I don't know.

I'm just sayin' it.

Excuse me. Mr Redfellow?

Becket Redfellow?

How you doin' today?

Hm.

Nice office you got here.

I like it.

Just so we understand, you said
you're not at heir to the estate,

is that correct?

As far as I know.

Well, we did a little research, and...

Congratulations.

Wow.

Uh, it's just a little...

I-I had no idea.

Hm. Can you answer
a few questions for us?

Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry.

Um, I-I really had no idea. This is...

Nobody's arguing with you.

Can you tell us where you were
on the afternoon of April 10th?

It would've been a Sunday.

April...

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 who it is?

- I can't see shit.
- Me neither.

All right, follow him.

Rothburn's going down,
and Bellman's gonna 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 them to the sharks
in one afternoon.

Oh, shit...

What?

- Goddamn!
- Whoa. Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Ah...

- Becket...
- Call an ambulance!

Warren: Pass me that water, will ya?

Uh...

Ah...

Listen, I'm not gonna mince words.

You want to chase that rabbit
down the hole, 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 had all day.

Go find that person in your life, Becket.

Whoever it is.

Work at loving them.

I mean, really work.

'Cause

at the end of the day

it's the only job that pays.

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

There is only one left.

You can 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.

A man of my word.

One left.

But what use was it to fantasise?

I had put all that behind me.

Hey, Becket. Letter for you.

Thanks, Brian.

# Lord, hear my prayer #

# Lord, hear my prayer #

# Lord, hear my… #

- Hey.
- He invited me.

What?

My grandfather.

To a dinner party at the estate.

- Hello?
- Uh

I just, I-I thought you said
you would never do that?

- Never do what?
- Never meet the guy.

Wait, when is this?

- Tonight.
- It's Friday.

- I know.
- Friday.

Oh, shit.

Ruth, 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 7

or you will miss your own fucking
engagement party, like...

Right. Of course.

Of course.

Okay.

I love you, by the way.

I'm gonna call you back.

Package for Mr. Redfellow.

Remember to breathe.

Very important.

Taylor drowned.

He went to Princeton
on a swimming scholarship

and he drowned.

I became more than
a bit suspicious right then.

So, I had a little friend follow you.

Aren't those great?

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

Uh!

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.

Which is... bananas.

Anyway, I will need a downpayment.

A what?

300,000 by 5 o'clock.

Shit

I'm done fucking around.

It's...

You gotta be shitting me.

You still have a company
chequebook, right?

You still have access to the accounts?

Deliver the cheques 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, she'll get
a package just like the one I gave you.

Who will get a package?

Your little girlfriend, who do you think?

Cardozo 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, Becket.

Brian...

Call Fritzer in Vienna.
We're gonna sell P&G.

- Tell him to name his price.
- Call? Am I allowed to do that?

What? Just do it, huh?

I've got him right now.

Yes, ma'am.

Headed North on Hanover.
That's North, Hanover.

Sir?

Excuse me, sir!

Excuse me?

He's just not here.

Is that her?

Gimme that.

I'm here. I got your cheques,
you sociopathic, conniving bitch.

Jesus Christ, Becket.
This could've been anyone.

Call it off.

Well, just write the cheques first,
will you?

I want to be positive…

Cheer up, Lyle.

You're about to make a lot of money.

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

She's just gonna take it and leave.

I'm not the one she wants anyway.

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

Just-just a little bastard.

Just a little bastard from Newark.

Uh...

I'd already committed
embezzlement and assault.

So fuck it.

Automated voice: Going down.

Hi!

How are you?

On account of the storm,

I decided to cancel the festivities tonight.

But I just couldn't turn you down.

Whitelaw.

Becket.

Did you bring an appetite?

So...

Been working your way
up the financial ladder,

is that right?

Trying to.

I understand you've come a long ways.

Must've really put in the hours.

Filthy business, though, isn't it?

How do you mean?

Come on.

One professional to another.

You must have, uh,

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's

it isn't cut out for everyone, is it?

It would make some people tired.

Old.

Lonely.

Regretful.

But me,

I've always felt I know a certain truth.

That 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 favourite, 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 want to show you something,

before Charles brings out the pudding.

It's a trench gun.

Belonged to your great-great-uncle.

World War One.

These things mortified the Germans.

They'd never seen anything like it.

Here.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Draw a bead on something.

I want you to try this.

Here.

Right here.

I'd better be going.

Where to?

Home.

You're almost there.

Well

you'd better go quickly then.

Argh!

Uh...

- Uh!
- Ah! Uh...

Uh...

Go on and fuckin' run!

Doors are boarded up from the outside.

Charles made sure of that.

Ah!

There's no way out!

Go on, tire yourself!

Come to my house to kill me?

You best have done that
when I gave you the chance.

Uh...

Believe this...

My final murder was not a murder at all,

but a perfectly legitimate
act of self-defence.

All right, Sheriff's Department's
on the way.

- Okay.
- They're just gonna talk to you, okay?

All right. All right. Er...

I-I need to... I need to go
'cause I have my engagement party.

It started an hour ago.

- Whose engagement party?
- It's mine.

So you had no relationship
with your grandfather?

I'd 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.

Journalist: Dead, and it seems...

Becket: My grandfather was gone.

Journalist: Some sort of altercation...

Becket: And as for the fortune

well...

The right kind of life.

This had to be it, right?

I'm sure she had a few misgivings,

but I could handle that later.

For now, I was rich,

and being rich

is even better than you imagine.

You know I mentioned earlier,
this is a tragedy.

Still is.

- Donald Macnamara, my wife.
- Such a pleasure.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Nancy Dillard, the Dillards.

- Nice to meet you.
- Mm-hm.

Megan Pinfield, FBI.

Hello.

Can you shut that door
behind you, please?

Look, not to be uncouth,
but this is heroically bad timing.

Yeah, you're under arrest.

I need you to stay calm and cooperate.

I'm under arrest? For what?

For murder.

Of who?

Lyle Archdale.

What do we do?

Ruth, I love you!

Can you believe it?

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

Reporter: Now, we want to point out
to listeners

that Becket Redfellow
crossed state lines,

which is why his trial
is unfolding in federal court

where murder can 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 5:03pm

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 5:15pm.

And we've heard from
the eyewitness in the hallway

who positively identifies Mr Redfellow.

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 did, yes.

How certain are you that, uh,
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.

And tell me, were you in love
with Mr Redfellow at the time?

Yes.

And he with you?

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

I just never thought
he would do something like this.

I'm sorry.

Judge: Will the defence please rise?

Upon the verdict, the jury finds
the defendant Becket 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

and may God rest his soul.

Thank you.

I wish I could find the right words
to describe this Juncture in my story.

Guard: Cell 15, secure!

But there are no right words.

There's only time.

And silence.

Yo, you got a visitor.

You've got three minutes.

You must be quite the catch back there.

You got a big day coming up, huh?

You remember that game
we used to play as kids?

I'd have a secret, and

you'd try to guess what it was?

If you've got something to say, say it.

Well, 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 here 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 might add.

What's with the white?

Are you boys playing doctor back there?

Did Lyle leave a note?

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

- If Lyle wrote a note,
- You know, I think I might just leave.

- If that's what you're saying...
- 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?
- Becket...

What could you possibly have to offer?

No, no, no, no, no! Hey, hey, hey! Stop!

- Sir, that's it.
- Tell me! Stop, stop!

- I have 30 seconds!
- Hey!

You've got 25, okay? Sit down.

Julia! Julia, come here, please! Please!

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 to m...

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 comin'.

“The Lord is my shepherd,

I shall not want.

He maketh me
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,

for thou art with me.

"Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

Guard: Redfellow.

You're not gonna fuckin' believe this.

Open 15.

Let's go.

You came.

All right.

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

Becket: 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 could make that voice
go down to a whisper.

And after a while,

you might never hear it at all.

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Adeus, Paris tropical #

# Adeus, Brigitte Bardot #

# O champanhe me fez mal #

# Caviarjá me enjoou #

# Simonal que estava certo #

# Na razão do Patropi #

# Eu também que sou esperto #

# Vou viver no Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Everybody! #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Meu Deus, meu Deus #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee #

# Take me back to Piauí #

# Hey, hey, dee-dee… #