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Thank you.

Jack, you have to understand, it's not
my choice.

They got the books.

The only question is, will I be guilty
of perjury, too?

If I testify, what happens, eh?

You get indicted within 30 days. If I
don't testify, they still get you.

¿Qué puedo hacer?

My grandfather used to say, you get a
cold, you do everything the doctor says,

it takes two weeks to get better.

To do nothing at all, it takes 14 days.

Six in one hand, half dozen in the
other.

Unfortunately, yes.

Maybe it'd take 90 days.

That's it, that's all.

Three months, six months at the most.

And they still get you.

¿Qué puedo hacer?

Nada.

How is your old-fashioned?

Let me freshen it for you.

This is a special

concoction of mine.

Other than the...

Whiskey, sugar, bitters, and club soda.

There's a subtle splash of paloca pain.

Neostigmine. Tucked off with a whisper.
Just a whisper of viso

-stigmine.

You're feeling it now.

Brachial constriction.

Muscle spasm.

The pulse slows.

There it is.

Cut him up. Chum the waters. After all,
every day is a fishing day.

Yeah, I'm out with the free, I get the
free Free, free, free, free

Like,

what would I do for someone I was really
hurt for?

No, no, not hurt for.

Insumed way.

There's a difference.

Dude, like, I don't know, man, you know?

Well, for example, when I was 17, I met
an Italian with a Ferrari.

I suppose he thought I was consumed with
him and the Ferrari.

Anyway, he took me for a drive on some
godforsaken twisting road in the

Pyrenees.

He said, just let the wind blow through
your hair.

And surrender to the fact that now your
own life and death are completely out of

your control.

And in the hands of another.

That's where the real excitement is.

Not in control.

The real excitement, he said, is
surrender.

That's what it is to be consumed.

So is that like what he did, you know?
He surrendered, yeah?

What did you do then?

I went down on him.

You see, I like being in control.

You're the one who ought to surrender.

Thank you.

Mucho gratia.

Hello, lovey.

You look positively flushed.

Exciting night, eh?

Sit.

Nora, sit.

What? Don't look at me with those big
frightened eyes.

I won't bite.

Oh, yes.

You do have a certain glow.

Flushed. I was working out late at the
club and decided to spend the night

there.

Do it.

Positively do it.

Well, the workout's doing you well,
lovey.

Your buttocks are firm.

Nice for a woman your age.

Nice and juicy.

Are you through?

Yeah, see, that's the problem.

I think...

You're through.

Shall I make you a proper drink, love?

You may need it.

A nice stiff one.

And I know you like them stiff.

Are you threatening me?

Why would I do that?

Because if you are, you'd have to kill
me to get rid of me.

And we both know I have a cop in my back
pocket who'd track you down like a

snake. Whatever are you talking about,
Mevita?

I think.

I am the most devoted of husbands.

And I own 51% of the company.

The only way that changes is if I'm dead
or I leave you.

And that's not going to happen.

So I'm not through, Jack.

Trust me on that. I think you are going
to need this

drink.

What are you talking about?

The fact that you own 51% of the company
is exactly why I say...

You're through.

This may come as a surprise to you, but
my accounting practices aren't exactly,

um, legal.

You and I have been living on embezzled
funds.

And since we are a publicly traded
company, that means the SEC and its team

of jackbooted accountant types will be
breathing down our throats. We could

have been indicted within the next 30
days. But I took precautions to cut off

certain relationships we had with our...
Former business partner.

You know what they say.

Three people can keep a secret if two of
them are dead.

Present company not included.

That gave us, I don't know, maybe three
months, possibly six until, uh... Three

or six months until what?

Do you have a light living?

Three or six months until what? Huh.

Your convento.

Such a lovely place, and all these
attractive young people. Until what?

Oh, until we're indicted, until they
take everything we own, until we're both

in jail.

Why do you think I agreed to let you own
51% of the company, hmm?

Why do you think I married you?

Wives can't testify against their
husbands no matter what they know.

And if I go down, trust me, you go down.

And not in your normal fashion.

Can you imagine what those prison dykes
are going to do with you?

God, what I wouldn't give for pictures.

You fucking bastard.

This thought of prison scares you, hey,
lovey?

But have no fear.

There is a way out.

Nora, you didn't think Daddy was going
to leave you all alone in the shed, did

you?

God, how I hate you.

I think you should murder me.

I think you've been thinking the same
thing for a while now, haven't you?

Wouldn't be that difficult.

You find a young lover and make him so
crazy about you, he starts to think

only with his, how would you say, la
capacita, his little head.

A boy, 22, 23, firm body, soft brain.

And you entice him with the joy of
surrender.

You could do that.

It would be nothing for you. It would
convince him to help you murder me.

What do you think, Loving?

Who could blame me?

I will even tell you how to do it. And
remember, I'm still insured for $30

million. You tell him that after the
husband's dead, you, the grieving widow,

will inherit the money and live happily
ever after with your young Lothario.

You like this idea so far, right?

Yeah.

And Loving, the...

Most amazing thing.

Here on the island of San Miguel, the
police don't actually need a corpse to

declare someone's been killed.

Because of the sharks, you see.

Sometimes all they need is a murderer.

Simple.

Nothing has been simple for a long time,
Jack.

We planned the murder together.

We framed your lover. Nobody's caught,
tried, and convicted.

The moment he is...

The insurance company gives you the
loot.

And what's in it for Jack?

A fresh start.

Half the money.

I mean, we're 50-50 partners here.

And what would stop me from murdering
you for real and keeping all of it?

I mean, if you're going to show me how
to do it, what would you do?

Sue me from the grave?

I simply make sure the local
constabulary gets a copy of that

recording and these photographs.

Now, you know me. With photographs, I'm
still old school. Film in these dark

rooms. You know, that digital shit can
be hacked.

But with voice recordings, only digital,
and they live in this device until I let

them out.

Nora, you should know I think of
everything.

And you?

won't betray me.

God forbid I should turn up dead because
someone you don't know, someone you

never even knew existed, someone who I
trust will make sure the same recordings

and photos get to the local constabulary
and you, my dear, will fry.

But look on the bright side.

When this is over, you will be free of
me.

A little murder.

To a little man.

Wedding ring?

Problem? Not for me.

Me neither.

So what's the deal with the husband?

If there was a God in heaven, he'd be
dead.

He beats me.

Because you want him to?

Fuck you.

Fuck me.

Well, that was delicious.

First two times delicious.

Third was war.

I surrender.

Oh, I doubt that. that.

Smart boy.

So what brings a New York cop to our
fair little island?

Out of curiosity, when did you make me
up for a cop?

Minute I saw him.

Cheap suit, expensive gun, mob guys
dress better.

Yeah, they can afford to.

So you live here now?

Is that a problem?

You need to go in for one night stands.

I have any number of people I can sleep
with.

I have no one I can talk to.

You do now.

My husband's a bastard.

You're not happily married. I'm shocked.

He degrades me.

He humiliates me.

He pimps me.

The first time he drugged me and I woke
up in our bed underneath this wheezy old

bastard drooling on my neck.

He drugged you and he gave you to one of
his friends?

No, one of his enemies.

He said it was dessert at a business
meal.

He even took pictures.

Why are you there with him?

For the money. Why else?

He's degenerate, but he's getting old
and his health is bad and he's bound to

die.

I dream about him dying.

About killing him.

Too bad he don't make a couple million
dollars a year, Danny.

No shit.

Then I could run off with you. I
wouldn't need to kill him.

Yeah, I'd do that. Run off with you.

I'd do that right now.

But then I probably said too much.

You're a cop, after all, and I just told
you I only stayed with him because of

the money that I dream about killing
him.

There's no crime against dreaming.

It's the wish your heart makes, right?

Right.

Donnie. Yeah? I'm on my way. I'll pick
you up in 20 minutes.

Drop me a pin. I'll meet you there.

Bianca?

Bianca! Shh.

Wife or girlfriend?

Partner. And she outranks me, so... Dead
body just washed up on the beach. We're

next on the board, so... It's ours.

You're a homicide detective?

Yeah.

Fascinating.

Absolutely fascinating.

You're hooked up with Nora Wolf now?

How about it's none of your fucking
business, huh?

Good morning, detectives.

Anybody talk to the husband?

Sister Rachel's down there doing her
chaplain thing.

Counseling him.

Thank God for the blue nun.

Anybody else speak to him?

They were waiting for the expert.

That'll be me.

You stay with me.

I want you to do the report.

What fucking report?

You got this rich gringa lady who got
bitten half by a shark.

You gotta have a report for the gringo
insurance company up norte.

Better off if it's signed with a gringo
name like yours.

I think it was an accident.

Think if the shark gets a good lawyer,
we could probably never prove intent.

You know what Palo Mayombe is?

Something to do with Santeria
witchcraft, something like that?

Something like that.

It's very black magic out of Cuba.

So?

So, word was the rich gringo was a royal
pain in the ass bitch, especially to the

locals.

Talk about somebody wanted to work a
trabajo to put a curse on her.

She goes for a swim every evening at
sunset.

Everybody knows that.

So the local gossip has it that somebody
went to a mayonbero and he did the

trabajo.

They say he called up the sharks from
the seven caves where they sleep.

And they came and ate the rich gringa
lady all up.

You believe that?

Doesn't the Bible say that God called up
a big fish to swallow Joan?

That's what it says.

So you think Bible magic is more potent
than Caribbean magic?

I think the only reason God got caught
in the first place is because Jonah

batted him out. I'll tell you what I
think.

I think the young husband probably heard
about the Palo Mayombe talk in Chandel

Waters where his wife swam with nice red
meat dripping blood and got himself out

with a jet ski over there.

The sharks were hungry, in a bloodlust.
They started feeding and the meat ran

out before their appetites did.

If she hadn't shown up when she did,
they probably would have taken to eating

each other.

They're sharks, after all.

Tell me something.

Is it about nutrition?

What's Jack Wolf got on his wife?

What makes you think I know anything
about Nora Wolf?

I don't know.

My profile guy like Wolf?

Rumored to be frontin' for a bunch of
dope dealers?

My guess is there's not a lot about him
you don't know.

So you really love her for her mind,
right?

So touching.

She was a hooker.

I'm shocked.

High class, if that makes you feel any
better.

3,000 up, Bob.

Top of the line Vegas, high roller
escort.

Anyway, the story I heard from a Vegas
call was that our friend Handsome Jack

was in town entertaining a couple golf
investors who were buying real estate on

every golf course from Hawaii to Vegas.

He was selling high roller home sites of
the street, golf memberships included.

He'd have four or five guys a month
coming over, and Nora was the closer.

And?

And some guy freaked on her I guess

So your girl calls Jack and says, I'm in
trouble.

And handsome Jack comes running.

What a shot.

Amazing.

Let's not get crazy now, lovey.

Put the gun down.

Come on.

Come to your senses.

Take a breath.

You hungry?

I didn't call rooms.

No, I guess I can.

We can go out. Yes, we'll go out.

We can clean this mess up later.

And things will be fine, okay?

We'll go to Ferraro's.

You ever had that Asabuco?

So good. Just falls off the bone.

Just tender.

What about him?

He's dead.

He's on his way to hell.

We are going to have Asabuco.

I don't want to go out to eat. Oh, no.

That's not what I want. Come on.

Yeah.

It's like the limey with the big lips
always sings about, you know?

Can't always get what you want.

But with Jackie Boy, you can always get
what you need.

Anyway, the guy's body was found three
days later out in the desert.

A little money got spread around, no
charges were filed, and Nora became Mrs.

Jack Wolf.

My guess is either he had pictures or
maybe even videoed the whole sordid

mess. How?

It was his apartment.

In fact, he owned the whole block.

I hear Jack likes pictures.

Old school, film, not digital.

Probably has some of you and Nora
playing hide-and-peek by now.

Danny, stay out of this.

Stay out of what?

One of these days, Jack Wolf is going to
turn up dead.

And every cop I know is going to be
after Nora Wolf and whoever she's

involved with at the time.

I hope that's not you, Danny. Because
partner or not... You arrest me?

If I didn't shoot you first.

Just leave him, Nora.

I'll find a way to get those videos.
I'll beat it out of him if necessary.

Who cares about the money?

Find a place?

Just the two of us?

You want me to leave my husband and wind
up with nothing?

I don't think that's an alternative,
Daddy.

Not even for you.

There are other things we could do. No,
no. It's not going to happen.

But there wasn't any other choice until
now.

You're my choice, Danny.

You can do it. It doesn't deserve to
live. It's not going to happen.

Because you're a cop.

Because I love you.

I won't let you do it.

Danny, I... I want you to know that I

love you, and I think no matter what
happens, I'll always love you, but this

relationship is... unproductive.

My husband wants us to kill him.

Can you believe that?

Wait. He knows about us?

Oh, shit, man.

Shit.

Shit,

man.

Your husband knows about us, Nora?

Oh, shit, man.

This is fucked, Nora.

Like, this guy's got, like, a gun and
shit, right? He's some kind of old

-school gangster. We need to get the
fuck out of here, man. Chad.

Sit.

Look at him.

I was gonna do it anyway, but now he's
gonna show us how.

And believe me, Jack's the smartest man
I know.

If he says he can make it work...

He will.

Except, instead of faking his death and
framing you, we'll kill him and piss on

his grave.

Whoa, wait.

He wants to frame me?

Of course, Chad, that's the plan.
Haven't you been listening?

I mean, like, yeah, ma'am, but I mean...
Right, listen to me, Nora.

I don't know if I'm down for this.

I mean, I don't even know Mr. Wolf. I
don't even know this guy that you want

to kill.

Chad, I... I just told you Jack was
going to frame you for murder, and he

doesn't know you either.

He's scum.

It's self-defense. We can be free of
him. Yep, I'm free of him now, dude.

You think so?

Oh, yeah.

Jack knows all about us.

We're both trapped.

Come on.

Look, I can either help him fake his
death and frame you, and you'll go to

prison, or the two of us can work
together.

And he'll be dead, and we'll have $30
million.

$30 million.

$30 million.

But don't misunderstand. I can't just do
nothing. I'm trapped.

And now you are, too.

Wait, Nora, man, like, how am I trapped?
I'm not trapped.

He asked me to bring things back with
your DNA on it.

And I did.

You... I had a lot of your DNA, Chad.

Now Jack has it, and that means he has
you.

Wait, but why would you do that to me,
man? I didn't do anything to you.

Oh, baby.

I chose you that night in the bar.

Jack knows that. So now I'm going to do
everything he wants me to do. But I'm

doing it for us.

You and me.

So we can trap him, all right? All
right.

Wait, I don't want to trap him.

Shh.

Like I said, Chad, you don't have a
choice.

We can do it. If it isn't, we don't have
to.

It'll just be like a game.

Just a sexy little game.

activated virtual travel agent. How can
I help you today?

Hey, dude, I want a flight to Miami.

All right. For what day?

Like for today, bro.

And for which flight?

Dude, get me the first one out of here.

Round trip?

No, fuck that. One way. All right. The
first flight we have for today is San

Miguel Airways flight 11023, departing
at 1140 AM for Miami.

That's cool. That's cool, man.

That will be $396.

One way.

How would you like to pay?

That card.

Great. Just enter the credit information
in the boxes below, and you're only a

few steps away from your destination.

I'm sorry, Chad.

Your card has been declined.

Declined, man?

What do you mean, declined?

No, no, no. Fuck that, bro.

Like, hey, listen, I paid that bill. I
know I did. I had like $600 worth of

credit on this card, bro.

I'm sorry.

That credit card has been reported
stolen and is invalid.

Please... Please choose another method
of payment.

What do you mean stolen, bro?

No, no, dude, that's bullshit, okay?
It's bullshit.

This is my car. I know it is. It hasn't
been stolen of. I told

you

you don't have a choice, Chad.

The sooner you accept that, the happier
you'll be.

Hey. How's it going, bro?

Oh, man.

I'm so fucking bummed.

What does that look like?

Bro, this shit's not old.

No, not that shit, man.

Oh, what shit, dude? That milf shit,
man.

You know.

Hey, what the fuck are you talking
about, man? That milf. I mean, she's got

to be like 40-something, right? Dude,
first of all, she's hot, okay?

And second of all, man...

What was second of all? Like, second of
all, bro, like, it's none of your

fucking business, all right?

Do you want this shit or not? Because I
need some cash.

Yeah, right.

Don't get all, like, you know, testy and
shit, man. I'm just asking.

You're right.

She's hot. It's all good.

It's all good, bro.

Yo, shit, man. Hey, yo, yo, it's cool.
We're just talking, man.

Come on, just talking, bro.

Hey. What's this?

Is this fucking talking? Oh, that, man.

That's cool, bro.

What else do you think I'm talking
about? Nothing, man. Nothing, man.

That's bullshit. Come on. Hey, man.

What? No, no, no. No. Hey, no, no, bro.
Fuck it. No, no, no.

That's a bullshit bus, Danny. You know
that.

You didn't Mirandize him. You assaulted
him. And everybody on the island knows

that this is the kid who's planting the
plantain to Nora Wolf.

That gringa with the slit dress.
Colonel, that's bullshit.

Okay, is that what he fucking said?

You're going to take his word over mine,
sir?

No.

I'm going to take Bianca Ortiz's word
over yours.

You're supposed to be my partner, for
fuck's sake. When you get off A,

screwing up a righteous boss, and B,
telling the Colonel I arrested a kid out

of fucking jealousy. What the fuck are
you trying to do to me, huh, Bianca?

A, it wasn't a righteous fight, and you
know it. And B, you arrest this kid and

at the trial, they'll get some people to
swear. The only reason you did it was it

wasn't wrong with your former
girlfriend, about whom you're still

evidently as the same fucking loco de la
cabeza.

Bestie!

Do you like to talk to me about
something, my son?

Do you feel the need to be in
counseling?

Counseling about what?

Counseling about why you're such a
schmuck.

Cops cannot use their police powers to
eliminate rivals who are 20 years

younger. Jesus, you swore people on this
island have nothing else to do with my

fucking personal life. They don't. And
mind your language.

Everyone watches everyone else here all
the time, and right now everyone is

watching you.

All right.

Drop the charges against the kid.

Okay. Did it ever occur to you that
maybe you're the one being used?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you're a jealous man, Danny.

And a jealous man can always be useful
for someone with murder on their mind.

Jesus, Lovey, what a great idea.

That thing between your cop friend and
the boy?

Just brilliant.

I mean, how did you know he was watching
you? I mean, I know because I have

pictures, but how did you... Why am I
even asking?

Of course you knew. You get off on it,
don't you?

You're a jealous cop.

Watch as you and the live young boy make
the beast with two backs so now he hates

him more than he hates me.

So when I turn up dead, he will pursue
the villainous young assassin with even

greater gusto.

He certainly doesn't want to see you go
to prison.

I think he really cares about you. You
know that?

Where you going, lover?

I'm going to see Chad.

Make sure the young stud wears
protection.

Idiot. Shit, man. He's watching you now.

What the fuck, Mario? Why, man?

Wait, who's watching me?

Danny, the cop.

What, that dude?

Like, he dropped the charges, you know,
man. I was almost hoping he wouldn't. It

would have gotten me out of all this
shit.

Nothing will get her out of this dread
except dying.

God, what a hovel.

Being stupid and getting busted for
drugs certainly isn't going to do it.

Hey, don't call me stupid, Nora.

It's very important you listen to me and
focus exactly on what I'm saying.

Okay?

Please.

Don't sell.

This is business now.

Not only our lives depend on how clearly
we think, but a great deal of money as

well. All right?

You all right?

Okay? I said okay, man.

It's true you have a beautiful body, but
sometimes the doper mentality... Baby,

you got a dynamite blood, too.

Chad, focus.

Unfocused. Jack knows we're gonna try
and kill him.

Wait.

He does?

How the fuck did he know that, Nora?

Because he's smart.

It's a game to him.

And he's just made the opening moves.

Now it's our move.

And we have to be smarter.

Fuck, bro.

Like, I'm not smarter than Jack.

I'm not fucking stupid, Nora. You just
said...

You Catholics are tough on their knees.

Amen.

Sister Rachel, I didn't understand the
sermon.

Part, sweetheart.

Why does God let the devil keep on
tempting people?

That is one of the great mysteries.

And does the devil sometimes win?

Only the battles, Juliana, not the war.

So, people better watch out.

They should indeed.

Every time I tell myself that I don't
regret not having any children, I need

one like that.

I can't sleep.

I'm drinking like a fish.

I'm out there making less than righteous
busts. I mean, Jesus Christ, I'm a

homicide detective, and I'm just
spending my time trying to figure out

how to keep my former lover, maybe I'm
still in love with, from murdering her

fucking husband, which she told me she's
going to do.

Maybe that's an obsession, but what is
it if I just walk away, huh?

Murder? Which makes me an accessory.

Which means even if I didn't love her,
I'd have to figure out a way to stop

her.

What a fool you are.

That child's moral compass is far
superior to yours.

That's why she's a child.

There's photos and videos of her in
Vegas.

Audio recordings of Nora talking about
faking Jack's death and God knows what

else. And they're all in the hands of
one of Jack's flunkies. Someone Nora

thinks has brought over from Havana or
the DR.

Probably got something on.

And none of them are on computers.

so they can't be hacked or deleted.

This is law enforcement, not theology.

Why don't you just talk to your partner?

Bianca Ortiz, the dragon lady, to
prevent a crime.

She could get her hands on those
pictures and videos. She'd sit on them

until after the murder so she could
perform a slam-dunk righteous bust, and

you know it.

Bella. Good time?

Ah, of course it was.

Look at that glow.

Good for you, this young stallion, eh?

You know what I wish?

What? Calling me an old softie, but I
wish we could turn back the clock to the

good old days when you tricked with
those business types and you'd come tell

me about it and we'd get each other off.

Good times, eh, lovey?

Nora?

Would you like to retire to the patio
and plan my murder?

Why not?

And what would be your preferred method
of whacking me?

Preferably something that involves pain.

Oh, sexy bitch.

But this isn't about pleasure, Mama Mee.
This is business, right?

Right, it's right.

Well, I'd Google the actuarial tables
for the insurance companies on

accidental deaths and... Guess what I
found.

What? My beloved boat.

My beloved boat. And contrary to
appearance, this is more than just a

mere mischievous.

It's a perfectly plausible alibi. You
see, on a boat like this, you have to

turn on the blower before you start the
engine.

It's because...

Gas fumes collect here, below deck,
where the engine's power plant lies

dormant until a spark from the ignition
brings it roaring to life.

Now, below deck, what do we have?

Gas. In an enclosed space.

Now, what if the blower was functioning
improperly and there were fumes in this

enclosed space and a spark from the
ignition?

Instead of the engine dropping with
power, what would we have?

A bomb.

Boom. With an explosion that large,
there would hardly be any body part left

to identify.

So, what do you think, Mom?

I think we're going to need some of your
body parts.

Otherwise, wouldn't somebody smell
around?

Well, it is so wonderful to have someone
to share this burden with.

You.

You ask all the right questions, like a
cop.

But this is why I'm thinking of using
the boat, not this. Stay with me.

Remember the society bringer that
married the young San Migueleno that fed

her to the sharks?

How much of her ass did they find? A
tibia, a fibula, a wishbone? It wasn't

much, but enough to identify her.

We need a body part, Jack.

I am not cutting off an arm or a leg for
this thing.

You saw what? They don't find a body
part. They're tides, right?

Pieces of old Jackie Boy could be
washing up in Fiji, Tawara, wherever it

is the natives screw each other's brains
out all day.

I don't see why we have to be holier
than the Pope on this thing.

Your teeth?

What about them?

We pull a few.

Don't you have a mohair or canine that
was kept in Havana?

I don't think we need... I'd help you.

I could pull a few.

I mean, you certainly can go to a
dentist. He could testify against us.

I'm only thinking of the good of the
plan.

You're a saint, lovey.

An absolute saint.

What about your ring finger?

But the wedding ring's still on it, so
they really have something to identify.

I mean, they can show me your finger in
the little box or something. They put

them in baggies, I think.

Ah, okay.

So they'll show me a baggie, Jack.

What's the big fucking deal? I'm trying
to make a point here.

So.

Show me your back with your finger in
it, and I can hold it up, and...

Oh.

Oh, my God.

That's the ring I gave him.

That's Jack's wedding ring.

That's all that's left of him.

My poor Jack.

That's very effective, Jack.

Very, very effective.

No. It's just because it's my idea.

If you thought it up, you'd think it was
wonderful.

What a God, love. Even if I thought of
it first, it's still a stupid fucking

idea. It's not stupid.

It's a reputable proof that you're dead.
No, it's not. They would look at the

finger and see it's been cut off with a
knife, not blown off in a goddamn...

Explosion! It's a stupid fucking idea!

We could cut the finger off such a
raided edge, and then we could burn it,

okay? Like in a fucking explosion!

Is there any number of things you could
do if you really cared?

Chad. Oh, fuck, man.

Shit!

Hi.

You and I need to have a little talk.

Oh, put that gun down, man.

I don't have any money, man.

I don't even have a credit card.

Well,

that's a $200,000 car over there.

Does it look like I need your money?

Okay, man, you know that.

That's cool, bro, but, well, you know,
that must be a mistake, man, because I

don't even know you and you got a gun.

But I know you.

You're the young man who's defiling my
wife.

Mr. Wolf?

You're also the young man she's plotting
with to murder me for my insurance

money. So, get out of the car.

Slowly. Okay, man.

It's cool.

Okay.

Here you go.

Don't think about running.

Don't think about fighting.

You're not thinking clearly right now,
but I am.

So, get in my car. Okay, man. And you'll
be safe. Okay.

Do we need the gun, bro? Put your hands
down.

Don't be afraid, okay?

Have a cigarette.

Thank you, Mr. Wolf. Mr.

Wolf. Why are you being so formal, huh?
After all we have in common.

Like my wife.

You know?

You call her Mrs. Wolf when you have her
squealing while you're blowing her back

out? Or you call her Nora, a baby. No,
man. No, no, no. No, dude. No, no.

Like, I'll never see her again, okay?

I'll move. No, no, no, no. I was going
to move anyway.

Absolutely do not.

Do that. I don't give a fuck. I mean,
honestly, I couldn't be happier.

Wait, what, man?

Oh, I need to smoke some dope, bro.

No.

Can't have you smoking dope. I need you
sober when you're driving my expensive

-ass car, okay?

Come on.

Let's go somewhere where you and I can
talk man to boy.

Whoa, bro, are you gonna kill me?

One of us is gonna die, that's for sure.
Oh, dude, please.

Ow! Shit!

I'm getting out, man.

Okay, man.

Don't. Don't think about that.

Turn around.

Turn around!

On your knees.

You know, I've been planning this for a
very long time.

Since before you were born, in fact.

Wait, bro, before I was born, you've
been planning to kill me? Chad, don't

interrupt me, please.

From the time I was a very young man, I
realized that the way I lived my life,

there might come a time when I would
need to disappear.

So I ensured myself.

Very heavily, so that after my death, I
could live very comfortably.

But then the query, who to leave that
vast sum of money to?

That's a question, Chad. To whom should
I leave my money? I don't know, man. I

guess to Mrs. Nora, Mrs.

Wolf, Mrs. Wolfman.

I don't know about that. Now, can I
trust her?

You know her.

After all, she is planning to kill me,
so would you trust her? No fucking way,

dude. No fucking way, dude, indeed.

Then I had a revelation.

Who better than a beloved child?

So I created one.

It was godlike, divine.

No vagina, no penis, no sperm, just...

The word.

Let there be child.

And there was one. Dude, later.

What the fuck are you talking about,
man?

Don't worry about it, my boy.

Get up off your knees.

You're not in church.

I'll explain everything to you. Come.

Look what I have for you.

Oh, shit, man.

Thanks, Paul.

I registered the birth of a boy.

And I adopted this imaginary child.

I called him Sean.

Now, Sean, he was educated at home by
the best tutors. I took all his

matriculation exams myself.

Off the charts.

Now, when he turned 18, rented an
apartment, got him a car.

You bought him a car? Of course I got
him a car. Oh, that's cool.

Credit cards were applied for, purchases
were regularly made, bills paid

properly, and my immaculately conceived
son, Sean, became my legal heir, able

to inherit all my money. Now, he and
Nora are the beneficiaries of my

insurance policy, but if Nora is
convicted of my murder, who do you think

inherits all that money?

John. Oh, no, no, no, no. Someone else.

I don't know, man. Like who?

You!

My boy. Because I say you are Sean.

Sean is an empty vessel that I can fill
with whomever or

whatever I choose.

And I choose you.

In the words of Darth Vader, I am your
father.

Do you really think that Nora, after
you...

Kill me is going to share that money
with you? No.

She's going to frame you and keep the
money for herself.

Now, you knew that, didn't you?

Whoa. Yeah, big time.

Whoa.

Now, you and I are each other's
salvation.

How? We're going to frame her for my
murder, and you and I will split the

money.

Was that my husband, Chad? Whoa!

Shit!

That funeral man changed us!

Like, what the fuck? How can you see in
the dark?

Okay, yeah, like, that was your husband,
dude.

I don't know, man. He snuck up on me and
talked a bunch of crazy shit and then

dropped me off.

Like, I gotta go back from my car
tomorrow, man.

And then what?

I mean, like, he knows we're gonna do
it.

It's fucked, bro.

Nothing is fucked, Chad.

Jesus, Mrs. Wolfe, it's over.

Nothing is over, Chad.

It's like you said, he's onto us.

He's fucking outsmarted us now, man.
What did he say?

Please try to remember exactly. Be
specific.

I tell you, he taught a bunch of crazy
shit. What kind of crazy shit, Jack?

What's it matter, Nora?

It matters to me.

I'm not kidding about your life,
depending on this, you know.

Jack's a very dangerous man. You need
me. You need me to tell you what he's up

to.

No, no, Mal.

You need me, Nora.

He's trapping you, isn't he? He told you
you can't trust me.

Whatever else he said may have sounded
good, but believe me, Chad, it's a trap.

Now, what did he say?

Jack Flunky, the photographer.

You say he developed the pictures. They
aren't digital.

That's what Nora said.

Right. And you said Jack brought them
over from Havana. That means he's going

to be at least Jack's age, probably
older.

I'm willing to guess he's set in his own
way, developed the pictures himself.

That means he has a dark room.

Right. Any other place where he can buy
paper and chemicals?

He orders them online.

True. But perhaps an older gentleman
doesn't like to buy things online.

And if he runs out of something, he
might need it right away.

Okay, well, Klein's is the biggest
store, so...

If you're from Havana and you hear
illegally taking pictures to blackmail

people of God only knows what, are you
going to shop at a store owned by Mr.

Klein or at Marginalist Photo and
Camera, owned by the Mr. Marginalist

whose feather I might add is also from
Havana, and who came over right after

Kester took over?

Sister Fern, you're a fucking hell of a
cop.

He left the money to a fucking kid.

John, you need to get John out.
Bullshit.

Well, this whole thing's bullshit, Nora.

Like it's over, man.

That's just... That's just what you had.

Continue on.

What is this?

A romance?

I told you before, you don't have a
choice.

Yeah, well, maybe I do.

You want to know what your choice is?

You can spend Jack's money with me on
the beach in the Grand Caymans.

Or you can check into San Miguel.

Penitentiary as playmate of the month.

I know a little something about being
the object of men's desires, Chad.

If that's what you decide, I can
probably give you a few pointers.

We really shouldn't be doing this. I
know, I know, but you'll kill me if I

don't get these documents to the bank in
time.

I mean, honestly, you'd kill me if you
knew I was stupid enough to lose the

combination.

You guys are lifesavers, really.

Okay. Have a good day.

Dearest Nora, I would have given you
policy if you'd only asked.

Now then, lovey, who do you think our
Chad is willing to betray?

You? Or me.

It's Jean, okay?

J-E-A-N.

Not fucking John.

What's it matter, man, like John? It
matters.

Because you're gonna do exactly what
Jack says.

You're gonna let him show you how to be
Jean-Wolf. Because after we kill him,

I'll collect half the money as his wife.

And you will collect half the money at
this job.

No, okay, ma'am.

No, no, I don't know nobody like that.

You took pictures of my mother's bingo
game at a local parish maybe two months

ago. She was going to give us the
pictures, and we never got them.

No, no, I don't know nobody like that.

Stay quiet.

I don't think he has any friends or
family.

I do know he has his own darkroom,
though.

No, no, I don't know nobody like that.
Say he was from Havana?

Maybe in his 70s, possibly a little
older?

No, no.

You don't know anybody from Havana who
was maybe in his 70s or a little older?

No. You never met a 70-year-old person
from Havana in your entire fucking life?

No, no, no, okay.

Sorry, coño.

Excuse me.

What do you think you're doing, Cabron?

You burned my fucking nose?

Yeah, because you were resisting arrest.

Arrest?

The fuck did I do? I snatched your
husband. You're the biggest fence for

stolen cameras in the whole fucking
island.

Now, you can either remember this guy
who you never fucking saw, or I can

bring you in right now. And trust me,
Cabron, I got so many brothers in county

who would love to owe me a favor by
fucking up a greaseball like you.

So, I remember that guy.

That guy, 75, 80, from Havana, maybe.

Has his own dark room.

I think I remember that guy now. Yeah,
what's his name?

I only remember his first name, okay?

Anibal. That's his first name.

Always pay cash, no credit card.

He come in this time, I find out his
last name, and call you, okay?

Okay. Yeah, one week. Okay, fuckface.

Then the stolen property owner's gonna
come in here, and they're gonna crawl up

your fucking asshole, and they're gonna
start taking inventory.

Capisce? Capisce? Capisce?

I was thinking, Chad...

I was thinking, Chad is like the child
we never had a chance to

abuse. Don't you love him?

You know, you are not... such an up
person anymore.

You didn't answer my question.

Don't you think Chad is like the child
that we... No, I don't.

You don't?

I think if we had a child like Chad, he
would be bad, right?

Sam, I am.

What, lovey?

Sam, I fucking am.

Sam, I am.

It's a lovely, innocent fucking
children's book.

So you wouldn't know what I'm talking
about.

So judgmental. I'm going

to pack to be in Miami for two days.

If I were you, I would tell that young
stallion to continue to wear protection

because you're, what, 20 years older
than he is?

And all those nubile young things on the
beach just happened to be you 20 years

ago.

Just thinking of your protection.

Chin-chin.

Hello, Detective.

How long will he be gone?

Two days.

All right.

Let's just get out of here.

And do what?

I'm about a step and a half away from
finding that recording, and I will get

it. And if Jack Wolf shows up dead, I
will have no choice but to arrest you.

William. Believe it.

Just call it off, Nora.

Why? Because the last thing on Earth I
want is to arrest you.

Really?

And what do you want to do with me?

You want to take me away and we live
happily ever after?

Yeah.

Danny, you're such a fool. We could have
everything. All I want is you.

Then I'll tell you what.

When Jack turns up dead, you forget
about the recording and arrest Chad.

Then you can't have me and the money.

A jealous man can always be used for
something.

It's all right.

You're the one I wanted. You're the one
I've always wanted.

If you want to stop it, shoot me.

Arrest me. Shoot Jack, but just do
something.

Because if you don't, I'm trapped.

I don't have the truth.

You're sulking.

Sulking makes you look suspicious. Come
on, perk up.

Give me that the girls love me face.
Come on.

Yes.

Perfecto. You handsome devil.

Why are you sulking?

Oh, man, I think you're with that guy
again the other day when you were in

Miami. You know, the gardener told him
to go to your place. What guy?

The cop who hit me, man. No. Yeah.

Shocking. So what do you think?

Well... Are you jealous that she's
playing hanky-panky behind your back?

No, dude, no. See, it's with the cop.

I mean, like, what if she says, you
know, if Jack winds up dead, you bust

Chad, and then she and him go and boogie
down to the Bahamas, man.

Outstanding, Chad.

Excellent, my boy.

You see, you've only been my adopted son
for a short time, and already your IQ is

up. Thank you, man. But allow me to
posit another idea that could perhaps be

even more problematic.

What's more problematic than getting
arrested, dude?

What if Nora decides to dump you, and
then she remembers that Chad is the

only person who knows I'm guilty of
murder?

Therefore, she says to herself, Chad's
the only person who can put me in prison

for the rest of my life.

Then she says, I got to...

I got to kill Chad.

Positively, Sean, my son.

Lovey, I don't know if our Chad has...
confided this to you or not, but

I suggested to him the other day that
after he and I fake my death, that the

both of us should kill you.

Then John gets the money, and naturally,
he shares it with their old papa.

I think he's taken quite a shine to the
idea.

You know, he doesn't trust you anymore,
Corita.

Quite frankly, he's afraid of you.

Is he?

Hmm. But you know I never hide anything
from you anymore.

I know you think I'm a liar,
duplicitous, but I think I am the

most constant of life's companions.

I say we stick to the original plan.

Pin my murder on Chad, split the money,
and I give you the ultimate gift of

love.

I set you free.

I swear to God, Laura.

I love you.

I do.

I know you think I'm lying, but I do
love you.

I love you because you and I are exactly
the same.

The world judges us harshly, but I don't
judge you.

Even when I know you and lover boy are
planning to kill me, I know and I don't

judge.

God, I hate this.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Shh.

I'm still kidding. No.

It's all right.

So tell me.

Even when I know you're going to kill
me,

What should I do?

In my place, Nora, what would you do?

Kill me.

See?

I never lie to you.

No, you never lie.

All right.

So, let's plan my death.

Put this in the engine room and hurry.

Got 15 minutes.

John?

Howdy, son.

Jack!

Promise me that you'll consider this,
Zora.

Because if not, then I'll have no choice
but to help him kill you.

No more games?

No more games.

This.

Works on the parasympathetic nervous
system.

It's called hyalocarpine.

I've had some experience with it.

She won't feel a thing. Her throat will
constrict.

She'll choke a bit, and there'll be some
gasping for air.

It's called feraldehyde.

Toxicity level five.

Reaction time immediate.

His heart spasms. His head feels like
it's about to explode.

Then he'll be brought. Kill
constriction, wheezing, the muscles will

twitch, the pulse will slow, and
convulsions will ensue.

You hit him with it in the shoulder.

Or in the back.

Wherever.

It was a death by asphyxia and cardiac
arrest.

One shot?

It was.

Well, you see, lovey, I attached the
yellow wire here, like so, and the blue

one into here.

In this scenario, I tell Chad... Bomb in
the engine room. I'll be waiting for

you, all right? Come on. Get it done. We
can get the hell out of here.

He trusts me implicitly.

Such a lovely boy, but thick as a brick.

I've got it.

His name's Perez.

Who?

Jack Spunky.

He's too cheap to pay anybody anything
without getting a tax write-off for it.

You hear?

He listed someone named Anibal Perez as
a gardener for his business.

Here's the same Anibal Perez listed as a
handyman two years later.

And here is the same Perez listed as a
janitor.

Now all we need is an address.

Then we get the voice recorder and kill
Jack.

The guy's name is Perez.

Anibal Perez.

You got an address for us?

No, no.

I don't know no address.

Jack tampered with it.

He'll tell you to set the timer for 15
minutes while he waits in the dinghy,

but it'll explode after three minutes.

So once you get him on the boat, hit him
with the Peralta iron.

And then use

this.

Put both bombs on the boat, but only
trigger this one.

But you'll leave you plenty of time to
get out of there.

The biggest mistake my husband ever made
was showing me how to build a ball.

That'll be Jack, Mr. Perez.

Now give me the voice recorder and the
video or you're dead.

Voice recorder.

I don't know.

I'll count to three.

And either what I want is on its way to
my hand, or your brains are on their way

to that wall.

Please, señora, voice recorder.

One, two... Drop it, Laura.

It's over.

You'd kill me?

You wouldn't have to.

I would.

Dr. Castro, remains of Chuck Teller were
found and shipped by our department to

your laboratory for DNA testing.

They included a phobia and tibia bone,
respectively.

They were then matched against hair
samples found in Mr. Teller's apartment.

And your conclusion was?

What, Dr. Castro?

The DNA match between the bones pulled
out of the water and the hair sample was

positive.

I have no doubt that those were the
remains of Mr. Sellers. Likewise.

There was a blood splatter on a piece of
decking, which was ultimately recovered,

and one tooth, which was also shipped to
your department for testing.

What were the results of those tests?

The blood splatters and the tooth in
question, which, by the way, feature a

very distinctive cap.

that would only have been available in
Cuba between 1945 and 1958, were

positively matched with no DNA samples
of Mr. Jack Wolf.

Lieutenant Fuente, you head up the bomb
squad for the San Miguel State Police

for the area of Puerto Seguro. Is that
all correct?

Yes, sir.

Were able to determine the cost of the
explosion which occurred on the motor

yard 30 on the morning of the 15th Well,
there were two explosions actually two

separate bombs The triggering device
however seems to have come from a bomb

planted in the engine room The marina
surveillance caught the whole thing on

tape and we were able to recover part of
the bombs timing device from the ocean

floor

Detective, I'm going to show you a voice
recorder.

Prosecution system 52.

Is this the recorder you and your
partner Bianco Ortiz retrieved from Mr.

Perez?

It is.

I will play it.

The defendant will rise.

Nora Wolf, you have been found guilty of
murder in the first degree.

Do you have anything to say before the
court renders its judgment?

That son of a bitch is alive, Your
Honor.

He's laughing at us right now.

Nora Wolf, you plotted the murder of
your husband in a cold-blooded fashion.

You entrapped a young man into your
plan, and he, along with your husband,

is now dead.

You have expressed no remorse.

It is the judgment of this court,
therefore, that you be sentenced to life

imprisonment without the possibility of
parole.

Court is adjourned.

Please.

Take a seat.

I appreciate you taking the time to
speak with me, Detective.

Our insurance company obviously has a
very large interest in this matter,

considering the amount of money that's
at stake for us.

It's not a problem, Mr. Brody.

Now, this Bianca Ortiz, your partner, is
there anything I should know about her?

Probably a lot that you should know
about Bianca Ortiz.

See, local legend has it that she was
raised by her grandfather.

Evidently, he ran afoul with some local
hoodlum, lost all his money or

something. And then that local hoodlum
turned up very dead.

Problem solved.

And?

Well, the rumor is that Bianca Maeve had
something to do with it.

She was barely a teenager at the time.
They never found a body, so who cares,

right?

You're suggesting that Bianca Ortiz was
somehow involved in the murder?

Without a body or a killer, a murder is
only hypothetical, Mr. Bruni.

That and five bucks wouldn't buy you a
latte on this island.

My question then is, why did you let
your partner Bianca in on the bus?

I thought you were keeping the whole
thing a secret from me. There's no

secrets here, Mr. Brody. It's an island.

See, Bianca kept telling me to stay out
of it.

She knew way more about the whole thing
than I did.

Turns out she was telling the truth.

She knew every move from the very
beginning.

Anibal Perez is my grandfather.

What in the actual fuck are you talking
about?

He killed a man.

A very powerful one. The kind whose
family never forgets.

That's what Jack will find on him.

Then Jack killed whoever had to be
killed.

And after that, he owned my grandfather.

Truth is, he owned my whole family.

Why the hell wouldn't you say something
before?

Why would you let us go through this
whole fucking thing? Jack would have

wound up dead. My grandfather would be
free of him.

Why on earth would I say something to
ruin that?

Exactly 30 days after Nora's conviction,
a well-respected banker by the name of

Tesler, a fairytale principality of
Lichtenstein, looked up from the paper

spread before him and said,

Well, Mathieu Jean, at last we meet.

I only wish it would have been under
pleasanter circumstances.

I did business with your adopted father
for many years.

Though we never met, we corresponded for
well over a decade.

He was enormously proud of you, Jean.

And I of him.

Well, all these documents certainly
appear to be in order, and with your

stepmother's conviction, you are now the
sole beneficiary of your father's

insurance.

I hope the money provided for you offers
some solace.

I didn't believe it myself at first
until your insurance company filed a

notification of a payment made to Jongho
through a bank to credit.

That's when I resigned from the
department and I flew to Liechtenstein

in order to question the banker myself.

Turns out the banker Tesla was so taken
with Sean Wolfe's exotic good looks that

his gaze lingered as she crossed out of
the bank.

He saw her embrace an elderly Hispanic
gentleman and a man he later positively

identified in a photo as Jack Wolfe.

Bianca was part of this whole thing?
From the get-go.

See, Bianca's grandfather, Anuel Perez,
he was Jack's flunky. But Bianca Ortiz

was Jack's lover.

See, when she said that Jack owned her
whole family for saving her

grandfather's life, what she really
meant was she was part of the deal from

the time she was a kid.

But Jack's supposed to have had a birth
certificate indicating he was a boy.

Right. And a later certificate showing
that he had transitioned using gender

-affirming surgery at the age of 15.

See, it's just like Jack said.

John Wolfe was an empty vessel into whom
he could pour whatever he chose.

He chose Bianca.

Of course, being chosen by Jack was not
without certain risks.

How long after she collected the
insurance money, a plane en route from

Liechtenstein to the Seychelles Islands
crashed in the Indian Ocean?

The cause was reported to be a faulty
airspeed indicator and pilot error.

All aboard perished, listed as
passengers of one Gene Wolfe of Nigeria.

Annabel Perez of San Miguel and another
passenger traveling on a Nigerian

passport under the name of Giacomo Lupo.

Giacomo Lupo is Italian for Jack Wolf.

Well, what do you know?

There's not only a devil, there's a God,
too.

That, in fact, is when Nora got
religion.

Sister Rachel became the best friend
she'd never really had.

Someone she trusted completely.

Their most fervent prayers and the
darkest secrets of her soul.

I think there's kind of a redemptive
beauty to that, don't you?

Besides, now I can prove that Nora
didn't kill Jack and you're going to

finance the appeal to get her out of
prison.

Do you think so?

Absolutely.

And like I said, now I can prove that
Jack Wolf isn't dead.

What are you talking about?

Jack killed Bianca and her grandfather,
but he's very much alive, and he is out

there somewhere with your money. And if
you hire me, I'll find them both.

All of us alive.

On what do you base that?

On what they found in the wreckage.

Ironically, Nora is Jack's only known
surviving next of kin, so he sent it to

her.

Jack's finger, which means he didn't die
in the boat. So it proves Nora's

innocence. You're a saint, lovey.

An absolute saint.

What about your ring finger?

Well, the wedding ring's still on it, so
they really have something to identify.

Maybe in his own weird-ass way, he
really was in love with her after all.

Left his finger in order to save her.

Though I swear to God, I love you.

I do.

Maybe it's just his arrogance, and he
wanted to have the last laugh.

What do you mean?

Like Nora said, both God and the devil
are very real. Only sometimes the devil

wins. And then he gives you the finger
to prove it.

Son of a bitch.

It's a jack set and he cut it off.

No fashion cut.

It's just a whisper of victory.

Chin chin.

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

I was

afraid to let you

go Now there's no hope that I'll forget
you Some

things you wish you didn't know Tomorrow

When love is gone, you can't restore it.

You learn to grieve it over time.

Some things you wish you didn't know

Tomorrow there'll be someone new
sleeping in

I foolishly refused to see I wouldn't
say that I regret

you I'm sure you'd say the same of me

I loved you longer than I should have

There was no room for no one else And

all the dreams I thought we could have
Became love Lies we told

ourselves