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Everyone on the floor!

Get on the ground.

Come on!

Get your asses down!

Get your ass on the ground. On the
ground. Get on the ground. Hey! Hey!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Ah, fuck! Fuck!

Ah, man, why'd you make me do that?

Get your asses down! Stay down!

Shit!

Stay down. Stay down. Stay down!

Keep your asses down!

- Bullshit!
- I swear. I promise!

- They don't give me...
- Give me the goddamn money.

Come on!

There's only 50 here. Just
please take it and just leave.

Don't hurt me!

Whoa, whoa, wait. Whoa, whoa.

Take another step, I
shoot her in the face.

No, no, no, no, no.

This isn't ending the way
you thought it would.

Stay the fuck back.

- You understand?
- Yeah, yeah.

- I'm not fucking around with you, man.
- I got it.

- Stay back.
- This whole thing...

went south when you pulled the trigger.

Wallets, cash, jewelry, all of it!
Now! Come on! Let's go.

Stay on the ground, man. Stay
on the ground. Man, back!

Just because you made a mistake doesn't
mean you can't turn this around.

No, no, no, no. Hey,
wait, wait, look at him.

See, he's gonna make it.

Right now, you've got a second chance...

down the road. But if
you commit murder...

you're gonna go away forever.

- I'm not fucking playing.
- I know you're not.

And I know you got this rage inside of
you that you gotta... put somewhere.

Just put it right here instead.

You're a fucking psycho, you know that?

- Hey. Fuck. Fuck!
- Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

Calm down. Look at me. Look at me!

Mason!

Ash is here to help with the boat.

I'll be in in a second.

How do you know that's Bobby Dean?

Because I've sat with him.
Pretty sure that's Bobby Dean.

Well, what distinguishing
feature are you seeing here?

- Please don't argue with me.
- What? What, his eyes?

Look like they've been
sucked out by fish.

How about his fucking blue
knockoff Gucci shirt?

Somebody left him here on purpose.

- We have to call the cops.
- No, we're not doing that. Forget it.

- There is a body at our dock.
- Yeah.

It's the body of the man whose business
I just took over. Think about it.

Okay.

Why don't we just go inside?

We could just pretend we
didn't see it, and we...

- Stop poking him.
- No, we push him.

- Wendy!
- Are you guys okay there?

Yeah!

Nice work.

Waving your big fluorescent oar around,
attracting a bunch of attention.

- Got that?
- Got 'em right here.

Well, you can't possibly think
I'm dumb enough to kill someone

and put the body at the end of my dock.

Well, trust me when I tell
you, I've seen dumber.

My dealings with Bobby
Dean were amicable.

I offered him an above-market
price for a failing business.

Well, this place has a
history of chewing up men

who come in here thinking
they're smarter than us.

Far more formidable men than you.

I expect to see that bill of sale
on my desk first thing tomorrow.

Everything all right?

Thought I'd introduce myself.

Jacob Snell.

Hi, there. Martin Byrde.

I've come to understand that you're
the new owner of Lickety Splitz.

- Oh, yeah.
- Congratulations.

Thank you.

Not sure if you're aware, but...

previous owner and I, we had
a business arrangement.

Benefited us both greatly.

The folk who thrive around here

make a point of easing
their neighbor's burden.

Is that right?

I figured you'd wanna continue
with this local tradition.

Unfortunately, I don't think
that my employer would allow it.

You haven't heard my terms yet.

Business is business.

Yeah.

Good talking to you.

You too, sir.

Thanks.

I got it.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Let me help.

That's okay, Vineyard Vines.

You're really not
supposed to be back here.

Okay. Just trying to be chivalrous.

Ah, chivalry's dead. Haven't you heard?

Uh-huh.

- Hey. Change this for me?
- Yeah?

Uh, okay.

You from Chicago?

Uh, yeah.

- Highland Park.
- Naperville.

Ah, the Naper-thrill. Nice.

I'm Zach.

Charlotte.

Okay.

You gotta... See, here,
that goes in there...

So you live here? Now?

Uh, only for the summer.

Hmm.

So is there any chance I can
get you to the party cove?

Gets pretty wild on a holiday weekend.

Uh, I wish, but I'll be
chained to that dock.

I see. Thanks.

How much do I owe you?

Uh, you know, I'm not
usually back here, so...

I have no idea.

Well... keep the change.

Hope to see you around.

All right, we're good to go.

Party cove, here we come!

Yeah, I'm over here!

Hey, there you are. Um...

do you have any idea why everyone's
staring at me out there?

They think you killed him.

- They think I killed Bobby Dean.
- Mm-hmm.

Great. That's great.

Yep. First I heard it from
Fats when I got my smokes.

Who's Fats?

You know, the guy from the liquor store.

No.

And then Mary mentioned it at breakfast.

- Mary?
- You know, the waitress with the teeth.

Okay. This whole town's like a
big fuckin' game of telephone.

Yeah, except Mary said that...

they just saw Bobby Dean's
head floating in the water,

just bobbing all like...

Mm-hmm. Well, what'd you tell them?

I told them Bobby Dean didn't have
a nice body anyway. Man tits.

Okay. Well, obviously,
I didn't kill anyone.

I know. If you're a killer,
then I'm fucking Snow White.

- And I don't see any dwarfs around.
- Right.

So, listen, Ruth, um, I need you to, um,

take care of things around
here for a little while.

Can you do that? Run stuff?

- Me?
- Yeah.

Just through the holiday weekend.
I gotta work at the Blue Cat.

Well, it'll be fucking slammed here.

I'll make it worth your
while, cash-wise, I promise.

You got any questions,
just give me a call. Okay?

You'll be fine.

Who... who the hell said you could
come in here without my permission?

Did your pinko parents not teach you
the meaning of private property?

Huh?

- Is the lake a dangerous place?
- Is what?

Is the lake dangerous?

This about the body they found?

Well, dangerous is not the
first word that comes to mind.

Although, I've seen my share of bare
bodies bloated beyond recognition...

tourists turned to Swiss
cheese by propeller blades...

They usually ascribe it to ignorance.

But... I guess you can't discount the...

possibility of something
more sinister at work.

Is that why you have all these guns?

If that's what you wanna say.

My parents don't really like guns.

Why the hell did they move
here if they don't like guns?

You know, a kid can't pass
middle school health class

until he had his hunter's safety badge.

It was for work.

What kinda work?

My dad brings businesses back to life.

Well, wasn't the swamp thing on the
dock in business with your dad?

If so, looks like a mighty
dangerous place to be.

No.

I don't know.

Well, I've been here
nearly 30-odd years.

And in that time, every son of
a bitch I've seen move here

was running from something unsavory.

What were you running from?

You moved here, right?

What did you do?

Now, hold it still. You
let the barrel slip

'cause you weren't staring
through the shot.

You gotta keep aiming at the target
even after the smoke clears.

Yes!

Now that's what I love about watermelon.

They...

...approximate the water
content of a human body.

Not that I advocate that, but...

Did you know a sacrifice fly

doesn't affect batting
average, but lowers OBP?

So, at bat did happen, but
didn't happen at the same time.

Jesus, Tuck. How do you
remember all that stuff?

I don't know. I just do.

Here, throw this out for me?

- Whoa! Easy, Pacquiao.
- I just wanted to say sorry.

- All good. It's just about healed.
- No, for my freak show of a mother.

And the punch you deserved, but a
dead animal's just disgusting.

Well, uh, apology accepted.

Uh... And, I'm... I'm really sorry

- about all that stuff, too.
- Well...

Should've known I wouldn't come
at you with my right. Not again.

Why? Is it, like,

good manners to put the second
black eye on the other side?

Uh, I don't know about manners,
but symmetry is more attractive.

See ya.

You know that Bobby Dean had enemies?

Most assholes do.

People that would pin
a murder on someone?

You mean the someone that
stole his strip club?

Oh, please. I paid a fair price.
A lot more than I needed to.

Okay, I am starting to get the
feeling that there is more to you

than meets the eye, at
least more than good hair.

And I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Mm. I'm a businessman, Rachel.
That's it.

Yeah, look. I have no idea what
Bobby Dean was into, okay?

I avoided him like the
clap when he was alive

and I don't see why that should
change now that he is dead.

But here's what I do know.

You, being here, being
visible to customers...

I'm not sure that's good
for business right now.

You should stay away.

Oh, yeah?

At least, you know,
camp out in the office

or something till this gets sorted out.

Yeah, fine. Although, let
me ask you a question.

Uh, what do you know about the name...

Snell?

Well...

they've lived here as long
as anyone can remember.

Moved up into those hills
when the dam was built.

Lake swallowed up their
ancestors' graves.

Folks tell all kinds of tales
about the devious things

that are going on on that farm, but
who knows what is just urban legend.

How'd Bobby look when
they fished him out?

Like a peeled pumpkin.

Mm. Let that be a lesson to you, Ash.

Never trust a redneck when
you need the job done right.

- Yes, ma'am.
- And this Byrde man...

Martin Byrde.

Said his employer wouldn't allow it.

His exact words.

Even after he saw the body?

I watched Sheriff Nix fish it
out right in front of him.

All of which means he's more afraid
of his boss than he is of us.

Only question is, does
he have reason to be?

Ash!

Now, you know what you need
to do for us now, don't you?

About Mr. Byrde.

Yes, ma'am.

- Best get to it, then.
- Yes, ma'am.

Another nest?

Mm-hmm.

Every one we've found so far
has been up in the hills.

Way above the waterline.

We must be due one hell of a storm.

It'll start before sunset.

Guess we won't have to water the crop.

This is Josh Silverberg. I believe
you knew his father Gary?

Josh has some questions
about his father's suicide.

Nice to meet you, Josh.

Leave you two to talk.

I am so sorry about your father.

It was pretty easy for me
to find you, actually.

You were all over my
father's Facebook page.

What kind of questions?

Why'd you hang up on me when I
called you from my father's phone?

Seems like a pretty good place to start.

I don't know.

I guess I was surprised.

Yeah, I've been calling the detective...

who's been working on my
father's case every day,

telling him that there's no way my
father could've killed himself.

- What does he say?
- That I'm wrong,

that I should talk to
someone, that I'm in denial.

Well, it's... it's only natural,
I mean, to search for answers.

When I was 16...

one of my best friends ended her life,
and my friends and I, we just...

- we couldn't accept that she...
- The detective is wrong. I know it.

Okay.

He was the happiest he'd been in years.

He told me so...

ten days before he supposedly threw
himself out of an 80th-story window?

I had just told him...

that it was over.

That I was leaving
Chicago with my family

to give my marriage a second chance.

I... I talked to my
father almost every day.

How... how come I never
even heard of you?

I don't know.

I have a family.

Maybe he was trying to protect me.

So you expect me to
believe that my father...

loved you so much that he...

- took his own life when you left?
- I'm just telling you what I know.

Did you love him?

I'm gonna jump in the shower, Rach.

Hi.

Sorry, I forgot it was Sunday.

Well, he's... Wasn't that
good if you were wondering.

His ego just needed a little boost.

So we're screwed for the Fourth
if this doesn't let up, right?

Old-timers like my grandma...

she used to call these big summer
holidays the "ruling days."

As in, these are the days that will rule

how we live the rest of the year. But...

I'm guessing Marty Byrde
already knew that.

I'm guessing he's not really
here 'cause of the rain.

Yeah. Things are a little, uh,
complicated at the house right now.

Well...

if anyone knows complicated, it's me.

Hmm.

Well, my wife's talking
to her dead lover's son.

Thanks. What about your...

- Fuck of the week?
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, company's better out here.

Thanks.

Hey, no lap dance for you.

Yeah... free money.

That was good. Huh.

Who the hell is that on the pole?

We needed to class the joint up
if we ever wanna make any money.

- And this was Marty's idea?
- Mm-mm. Mine.

I looked at our inventory and
I felt that it was lacking.

Don't get your thong in a bunch.

Competition's good for you.
It builds character.

Well, we all know why you're here.

What was that you said?

It's okay. Tell me.

Bobby Dean turns up dead,
and now you're in charge?

Don't deny it. We all
know who your daddy is.

Anyone else got shit
to say about my daddy?

Hmm?

Then get back to work.

We got a shit-ton of money
to make this weekend.

Well, what does he know?

Nothing.

Nothing? What the hell was
the kid doing here, then?

Why'd he drive all the
way down from Chicago?

Because he suspects.

Okay, what does he suspect?

And I'll need some specifics, Wendy.

He doesn't believe his
father committed suicide.

And he's talking to the police.

- Well, did you change his mind?
- I don't know.

- Then you didn't change his mind.
- I don't know.

- You would know, don't you think?
- I don't know.

And what was I supposed to do?

Kill him and throw him off the dock?

What did you tell him? What was said?
What did you speak about?

I told him his father was
heartbroken because I left.

What'd he say?

Where you going? Wendy?

He asked me if I loved his dad.

Oh, yeah?

What did you say?

That I didn't.

- Was that the truth?
- Yes.

Okay.

Been looking for you.

Checked out a couple of spots I know.

Water's running real good.

I thought you weren't interested
in fishing with me anymore.

Well, you planning on
paying me for my time?

Of course.

Money's money.

All right. Well...

just give me a call, then.

Here's that bill of sale you asked for.

You can see the final sale price
there and the date of transfer.

Next page, you can see the
certification, the... title transaction.

It's all there.

- Hmm.
- Okay?

I... I called the Chicago
PD earlier today.

Seems your business partner and
his girlfriend disappeared

just before you moved to my little
jurisdictional paradise here.

Mm-hmm.

You have anything to tell me about that?

Got nothing to say that we haven't
already told the authorities.

I'm gonna give you the simplest,
most neighborly advice I can give.

Whatever it is you're up to...

stop.

Sheriff, we're not up to anything, okay?

All right. Well...

Keep the bill of sale.

Bobby Dean had enough heroin
in him to kill a horse.

We're calling it an overdose.

Okay.

Was it an overdose?

Yesterday you seemed
certain it was foul play.

Well, we prefer to keep all options
open at the start of an investigation.

Enough heroin to kill a horse.

Not even the worst addicts
have that much heroin...

It was an expression.

Was it?

Let me... Let me make this very clear.

It's better for all of us if we
can just call this an overdose.

Understood.

You have a good day.

Holy Loretta! I can't believe
how many you just caught.

You know exactly where
you were taking me.

Oh, hell, yeah, I've been...
I've been there a hundred times.

That's my little spot.

It's a good little... little hole.

I will tell you this,

I have never seen someone catch
one, get it off the hook,

put it back in, and get another
one so fast in my life.

Well...

Oh! That's what it takes...

to be a professional, you
know what I'm saying?

Oh!

Oh, buddy.

Give me some of that.

Mmm. Mmm.

That is the best damn day in the
water I've ever had in my life.

- I know.
- Fuck!

Right?

Ah, shit.

Hey.

The fuck is wrong with you?

I'm sorry. I just got carried away.

Stay away from me, you fucking fag!

Faggot!

- All right. All right. All right.
- Get... get the fuck out!

The fuck out of my truck!

- All right. All right.
- Fuck you!

He knows.

He knows the Snells killed him.

Fucking sheriff and even
he's afraid of them.

Snells wanted us dead, they
would've done it already.

So don't worry. We just... We
just avoid their turf, I think.

So what exactly is their turf?

Well, fucking everything, right?

Probably why every single business
rejected me the second we got in here.

Now I got that dead body. No
one's gonna wanna work with me.

We're screwed. We got $4
million left to launder.

How are we gonna find enough
businesses to clean that much

without getting into a
war with these people?

Uh...

We have to build something of our own.

Flipping houses isn't
gonna do it, Wendy.

Could flip 50 houses, it's
not gonna make a dent.

- Then it has to be bigger.
- Yeah? Like what?

I don't know.

But you can move money
through construction costs.

- Yeah. It'd have to be massive.
- Yeah! Well, obviously.

Think lots of people. Lots of cash.

And no IRS.

Okay. So... so... so what is that?

- I don't know. You tell me.
- I'm...

Well, there's gotta be some business
the IRS is afraid to touch.

- Hello.
- Hi! We're the Byrdes. I'm Wendy.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Marty. Hi.
- Mason.

- Hey. Grace. Hi.
- Hi.

- Thanks for having us.
- Course.

We can go out to the porch here.

Don't swim past that red buoy.

Boats come out of nowhere, they'll
sweep you up in their wake.

Take a month to fish out all your
tender little bits and pieces.

Not that I'd miss you...

but if you cost me the last good
month of boating in my life,

I promise I'll piss on your grave
every last day until I die.

Yeah, well,

what makes you think they'd find enough
to bury me before you drop dead?

So, uh, what drew you here?

Um, well, the work.

Right. Probably the work, mostly.
Thank you so much.

Sure. I meant... I meant
to our congregation.

Mm.

- Of course. Sorry. Um...
- It's okay.

Well, belief.

Hmm.

Um, some of the other members.
The pastor.

You know, I saw you... I
saw you preach one morning

just after we moved here.

Yeah, I remember. I saw you driving off

as if you were fleeing a leper colony.

Oh. Well, I was, uh...

You know, before we make
a decision on a church,

we wanted to make sure that
we researched all of them.

And all the gentlemen's clubs.

Yeah.

Okay, look, obviously we're
not the most religious people

- on the planet.
- Well, she speaks for herself.

I mean, the last time we were
both at a service was for my...

was for my cousin Skip's wedding
in a small chapel in Las Vegas...

That's right.

...that lasted longer
than the actual marriage.

But, look, whatever you might
think of our businesses...

- I don't think anything.
- Uh, you seem like someone who...

You really want to do
some good in the world.

And we can help you.

By building a church.

Oh.

Oh, I have a... I have a church.

You... you have a boat.

And before that, a sidewalk in St.
Louis. A church is not a building.

But it can be...

if you build it right.

I mean, the church that I grew up
in was in Boone, North Carolina.

Our preacher, he was this
70-year-old chain smoker.

He had this voice like a... like
a distinguished Foghorn Leghorn.

But he...

he managed to gather everybody
together and they built that church.

And every Sunday, after service, my
daddy, he would take me by the hand...

and he would show me the
nails that he hammered in.

It meant that much to him.

And once upon a time, it...

...it meant that much to me.

What made you stop attending?

I...

I don't know.

Uh, I mean, I don't believe that...
people actually need a reason

to do the things they do. I mean,
sometimes people just act.

And then they come up
with an explanation later

when they're looking back.
I mean, what...

what made you say, "This is my calling"?

Something happened to me. A
situation I put myself in.

You know, I've never really considered
myself to be a brave person.

I don't know why I did it.

It made no sense.

But something came over me...
afterwards.

I had the need to help people.

Hmm.

I think that's what everybody wants.

I think that's what
everyone's looking for.

- You know, to feel helpful.
- Mm.

And not just during the summer. And
not just people who own boats.

Let us help you.

I mean, we just want to pay for it.

But... but your congregation
should build it.

Let them learn what they're capable of.

♪ Everything will be just fine ♪

♪ Please wait and see, baby ♪

♪ I need a little time ♪

♪ Before we get married ♪

♪ I have to go away ♪

♪ Not because of you ♪

♪ Come another day ♪

♪ I'll be with you ♪

♪ So, don't worry, Tracy ♪

♪ How long apart ♪

I'm not a fucking fag.

Okay.

You know, I don't want
to have to fight you.

Hey.

Stop, stop. Stop! Stop!

Okay. Just...

You're drunk.

- Fuck.
- And?

♪ Yeah, you're a bombshell, TNT ♪

♪ Highly explosive ♪
♪ Yeah, you gotta be ♪

♪ Like Rita Hayworth ♪
♪ You throw bombs at me ♪

♪ Fire it up ♪
♪ Oh, one more time ♪

♪ I free a land job ♪
♪ Right on the target line ♪

♪ Radioactive, all over me ♪

♪ She'll find the flash
Makes it so hard to see ♪

♪ Contamination, it don't worry me... ♪

Ruling days.

Okay. How long does
it take you to forget

that someone threw you off a boat?

I don't know. Maybe the same
amount of time it takes to forget

that somebody's mother threw
a dead animal at you.

It's not the same thing.

Oh, is my money-laundering mother
really playing morality police here?

Okay. But...

- you have to cover yourself up.
- Okay.

- If I text you, you text me back.
- Yes.

- And you be careful.
- Always careful.

- You be careful. Be very, very careful.
- Okay, goodbye.

Yeah!

Whoo!

Whoo!

- Hi.
- Hey.

I wasn't sure what to
do with all this cash

since the banks are closed and
there's only so much that...

- we can deposit through the slot.
- Yeah? How much we talking?

Eighty grand.

Very nice. You hired new dancers.

Yeah. I figured we can use
'em over the weekend,

but... we might as well keep them.
They're a big hit with the boys.

Well, that is your call.

- What do you mean?
- I mean it's yours, if you want it.

- The club?
- Yeah.

I'll run the books, you can
take care of the day-to-day.

I'll give you 1,000 bucks a week.

Or I can start interviewing managers.

Uh, no, no, I'll... I'll do it.

Good. I'll take care of this.

You keep it up.

So you just broke into his house?

Yup.

Ever heard of a library card?

You don't understand. This guy...

has got first editions like
you would not believe.

I doubt he even notices
anything's missing.

Look... first edition. I read
that when I was, like, 12.

Mm. Yeah, science fiction's
not really my thing.

Says everyone who's
never read real sci-fi.

It's about humans, right?

So in this, it's like
we're the Martians.

We're the aliens. We go to Mars...
take the place over,

wipe out all the Martians and,
like, try to make it our own.

But then we realize... it can
never really be ours, like...

even the people that were born
there, never known any other place,

they'll still always be aliens.

And the best part is, like, all
these people move to Mars,

try to escape their problems on
Earth, and they get there and...

it's like life on Mars
isn't any different.

Like, they just bring all
their old problems with them.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- What the fuck's wrong with you?

You're here, you're playing.
You know the rules.

Oh!

Come here.

- Damn. Damn!
- Oh, don't be a pussy.

- Oh, what the fuck, Wyatt?
- What the fuck to you!

Why am I the only one who acts
like an adult around here?

I'm 17. You're, like, fucking 40.

So?

So... fuck you!

Sure you don't wanna go
get lost or something?

Um, I don't know. But I would
like to use the bathroom.

Um, yeah. There's a really nice one
up the road I want to show you.

There something wrong with yours?

- No, it's just... guys.
- Yeah.

It's fine.

Just, uh... Just don't mind the mess.

Uh, bathroom's down the
hall, to the left.

Thanks.

You tell anybody about this,
I'll fucking kill you.

You really need to work
on your pillow talk.

I wanna increase our output
to three kilos a week.

Any reason why we can't
dry that much product?

No, sir.

And this preacher, he still
got no clue about this?

Nope.

- His wife?
- No, sir.

Keep it that way.

♪ I hear the rolling thunder ♪

Mason!

- ♪ Thy power throughout ♪
- Ash is here to help with the boat.

- ♪ The universe displayed... ♪
- Be there in a sec.

As long as we distribute on the water...

the cops can't touch us.

They've been trying to
tame this place 200 years,

and when they couldn't, they figured
they'd try and flood us out.

♪ How great thou art ♪

♪ Then sings my soul ♪

♪ My savior, God, to thee ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

But man cannot tame what
God wishes to be wild.

♪ ...I wander and hear the birds ♪

♪ Sing sweetly in the trees ♪

I have some wonderful news.

Let's hear it.

Soon, our faith community...

is gonna have a home.

- Yeah!
- Praise Jesus!

- Yeah.

A real home! On the land!

A place that we can go
not just once a week,

but whenever we want.

In times of celebration...
and in mourning.

In times that are sacred...

...and times that are mundane.

Yes!

And we have this bounty, thanks to...

a generous, generous gift...

from our friends...

Marty and Wendy Byrde.

Marty and Wendy Byrde, everyone.

Thank you.

Please stand up. Please.
Please stand up.

Amen.

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