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["Dirge" by Death In Vegas playing]

[woman] Look at you. Sitting there.

You think you're good people.

You're not good people.

Trust me.

There's no such thing as good people.

I used to be like you.

Thinking that
working hard and playing fair

would lead to success and happiness.

It doesn't.

Playing fair is a joke

invented by rich people
to keep the rest of us poor.

And I've been poor.

It doesn't agree with me.

'Cause there's
two types of people in this world.

The people who take

and those getting took.

Predators and prey.

Lions and lambs.

My name is Marla Grayson,
and I'm not a lamb.

I am a fucking lioness.

[man] She's my mother. I should be able
to see her whenever I want.

She doesn't need to be in a care facility.

She doesn't need
a court-appointed guardian.

She has a loving son to take care of her,

and I just don't understand how the court
can entrust my mother to this stranger.

Ms. Grayson forced my mother
into the home when she made it very clear

that she didn't wanna go,

and now she has auctioned off
my mother's house, her car,

her personal belongings,

and she uses the proceeds to pay herself!

And now Ms. Grayson has barred me
from seeing my mother at all. [gasps]

It's a goddamn nightmare.
She has kidnapped my mother!

Please, sir, calm down.

Marla Grayson is
a well-respected professional guardian

and has been appointed
by this court, by me,

to look after the best interests

of your mother now
that she cannot look after herself.

How is it in my mother's best interest
to have her son barred from seeing her?

Ms. Grayson doesn't care about
my mother at all.

Excuse me, Your Honor. May I speak?

Go ahead, Ms. Grayson.

Mr. Feldstrom, sir.

I sympathize,

but the court doesn't
appoint me for no reason.

- Your mother couldn't cope on her own.
- That is not true.

A doctor diagnosed her with dementia,
Mr. Feldstrom, and wrote an affidavit

recommending immediate action
be taken for her safety.

You had ample opportunity

to move your mother
into a care facility or into your home.

You did neither.

She didn't want to leave her home, okay?
She begged me not...

You can't care for her
by doing what she wants.

You have to do what she needs.

And that is why
I can care better than a family member

because I have no skin in the game.

I just do what is right for your mother.

So yes, I manage your mother's money
because someone has to.

She'd let it run into quite a mess.

And I have to pay
for her care in the facility.

So yes, I oversaw the sale
of some of her assets to finance that,

and yes, I pay myself, too,
because caring, sir, is my job.

It's my profession.

This is what I do.

All-day, every day, I care.

I care for those
who are in need of protection.

Protection from apathy,
protection from their own pride,

and quite often,
protection from their own children.

- Hey, no...
- Your Honor.

You and I have seen it
many times, offspring

who are willing to let their parents
starve in squalor and struggle with pain

rather than dip into
what they see as their inheritance

to pay for the necessary care.

Mr. Feldstrom, sir.

[inhales deeply]

I sympathize, I do,

but your visits to your mother upset her,

and the last time you visited her,
you assaulted a staff member

and vandalized a reception area.

Is that not true?

Well…

Your Honor, I think it's obvious

why the non-visitation order
must be upheld.

This court is doing its best
to protect and help Mrs. Feldstrom,

and the actions of her son

are undermining
our every effort in that fight.

I agree. Order upheld.

[gavel slams]

[Feldstrom] What? No!

[lively electronic music playing]

You won?

- I did.
- I knew you would.

[Feldstrom] Hey!

Bitch.

- You! Bitch!
- I think he's talking to you.

- Then he can use my name.
- Bitch!

Hey! I don't know
how you live with yourself. Okay?

Our lives are being ruined.

I'm just doing my job.

Your... Your... Your fucking job?

- Fuck you!
- Hey! Hey!

I hope you get raped,
and I hope you get murdered,

and I hope you get killed!

You fucking fucker!

[Fran] Oh!

Fuck no, motherfucker.
I'll fucking get you...

Does it sting more because I'm a woman?

That you got so soundly beaten in there
by someone with a vagina?

Having a penis doesn't automatically
make you more scary to me.

Just the opposite.

You may be a man,

but if you ever

threaten, touch, or spit on me again,

I will grab your dick and balls,

and I will rip them clean off.

You understand?

I'll tell your mom you send your best.

[dramatic electronic music playing]

Thanks.

Curtis.

[woman 1] Hey! Good going.

[woman 2] Fran, you did it!

Hi, boss. Congrats on the win.

Thanks, Addie. So, what time is it now?

It's 2:17. That's door-to-door,
that's just over five hours.

- Uh-huh.
- Round it to six,

charge it to the Feldstrom account.
Full rate.

Okay. Oh, Sam Rice called,
asked that you return.

Sure. I'll take it inside.

Hey, Fran, call the Realtor.
Check progress on the Bather property.

The savings account is nearly empty.

It won't cover
the facility bill after this month.

Got you.

[on hold music playing]

[call connects]

[Addie] Sam's on!

Sam, how are you?

[on phone] Hey, I'm good, Marla.
How about you?

Oh, working hard, playing hard.

- Fuckin' A.
- You called.

Yeah. Uh… I got some news.

Good news or bad news?

Uh, sort of both.

Uh, your ward, Alan Levitt,
here at our Berkshire Oaks facility,

he just died.

What?

Alan died this morning. Sorry.

No. Alan Levitt, really?

- How?
- Stroke. Big one.

But he was young.

Just 69 and a quarter.

Oh God. [clicks tongue]

Alan.

Fuck, I only had him six months.

I thought he'd last us
at least another five years.

Fuck. Now I have to cash him out,
turn over everything to his inheritors.

What a fucking waste.

Maybe he took a shine to you
and wrote you into his will.

- Yeah, right.
- [laughs]

So what's the good news?

Well, due to Alan's tragic departure,
we now have a vacancy.

His room.

- Huh. That's a corner deluxe.
- Yes, it is.

Hold it for me.

Marla, you're not the only game in town.
There's a waiting list.

Fuck the waiting list. How much?

Two grand a week till it's filled.

Two grand? It cost 500 last time.

If you don't pay, someone else will.

Oh, fuck you, Sam. All right, two grand.

Thanks, Sam.

Pleasure, Marla.

["Rocksteady" by Wild Belle playing]

♪ Fly with me
Come on, rocksteady ♪

♪ Fly with me
Come on, rocksteady ♪

What?

You know.

Keep your eyes on the road.

♪ You a thunderstorm
Walk in to a room everybody turn around ♪

["Sunday Will Never Be The Same"
by Spanky and Our Gang playing]

- Be right back!
- Hi, Petra.

Dr. Karen is expecting me.

♪ We'd walk together hand in hand ♪

♪ Till it was almost dark ♪

Alan Levitt? Fuck!

Sorry, I thought he had legs.

I know, so now
we're in the market for a new client.

Got anyone for us?

Well, there's a few I wouldn't mind
getting off my books, you know,

the real high-maintenance assholes,

but there is actually someone
I have been meaning to talk to you about.

I've been feeling her out,
and I think she... I think she might be...

No.

- I don't even want to say it.
- A cherry?

Yes. Maybe. I think so.

Don't tease me. Give me the details.

Come on, Marl.

I can't just give you a cherry for free.
I need something in return.

You hold stock
in Golden Light Care Homes, right?

Yeah. We have a chunk.

- Sign some over to me.
- [laughs]

Come on.
I'm helping you feed the money monster,

but I hardly see
any of the gold for myself.

Give me a taste.

Done.

But it has to be a real cherry, bona fide.

[Fran sighs]

Jennifer Peterson.

She's in reasonably good health,

but recently she has shown
some signs of memory loss and confusion.

Significant?

No, but we can tickle that
to make an emergency hearing go our way.

She has no kids. No husband.

No living family.

No family at all?

She has very good insurance.

She told me she used to work in finance
in Chicago and moved here to retire.

Can I get a copy of all this?

You bet. [gasps]

All except her test results.
That wouldn't be ethical.

Of course.

[soft electronic music playing]

[Fran] Jennifer Peterson,
born April 15th, 1949.

She lives
at 41 Williams Street in Shallcross.

It's a real nice neighborhood.

Expensive.

She bought the house seven years ago.
Owns it outright.

Credit check came back A1, totally clean.

No debt, no criminal record,

never been married.

She worked
at the same company for 40 years.

[instructor] Turn to the side!
Kick those legs!

Looks like she downsized when she retired.

- Liquidated.
- [camera clicks]

And now she's sitting on a nest egg.

Like a golden fucking goose.

Look at this.

From her tax records,

it says that she has
three separate saving accounts,

all earning monster interest.

She likes to go
during the day to the movies.

She reads a lot, likes gardening.

Just your regular old lady.

- And she is sitting on a pile of cash.
- Uh-huh.

[clicks tongue]
She's rich, independent, literate.

That lady right there,
she's my fucking hero.

[dials]

[phone trilling]

Karen, it's Marla.

Pull the trigger on Jennifer Peterson.

You'll get the stock you want.

[Dr. Karen] Ms. Peterson is often confused

and has exhibited
memory and coping issues.

Her mobility is compromised.

She cannot take adequate care of herself,

and I believe she is at high risk
if left alone in her own home.

She has no family?

She has no one to care for her, except us.

That's terrible. Poor woman.

[sighs] Okay, Ms. Grayson.

Do you think you can take her on
as one of your wards?

I know you have
a lot in your fold already.

Um…

Yes. Your Honor,

if you need me to take care of her,
I can take care of her.

Thank you, Marla.

[teapot whistling]

["Reverie"
by Francois-Joel Thiollier playing]

[knocks on door]

Ms. Peterson, my name is Marla Grayson.

I, uh, work with Dr. Karen Amos,
your physician.

May I speak with you for a minute?

Good morning, Ms. Peterson.
I'm sorry to disturb you so early.

You're a doctor?

No, ma'am. I, uh...

May I show you this?

Oh, I'm gonna need my reading glasses.
I'll be right back.

You know, I'm not sure what this is.

It's a court order, ma'am.

A court order?

But what's that got to do with me?

That's your name, correct?

Jennifer Peterson, your date of birth,
your social security number,

and this address.

Oh my goodness.
Have I done something wrong?

Oh no, ma'am. Uh, this is to help you.

The court has ruled
under the guidance of your doctor

that you require assistance
in taking care of yourself,

and the court has appointed me
to be your legal guardian.

What? I don't...

When we cease to be able
to take adequate care of ourselves,

the state steps in to help.

We can't just sit by
while people struggle.

[laughs]

Me?

I'm not struggling.
I'm fine. I'm more than fine.

I don't need help.

I'm afraid it's not
up to you or me to decide.

The court has ruled that you do need help,

and as your legal guardian,
it's my duty to ensure

that adequate care
is supplied to you at all times.

Let me tell you something.
I never went to court.

This is the first thing
I've heard about court.

In emergencies, the court can convene

without the presence
of the prospective ward.

Wow. That's crazy.

Well, ma'am, you have to come with me.

I'm not going anywhere.

This is a court order,
and if you don't comply with it,

I'm afraid you may be in some trouble.

Oh my God.

If you feel there's been an error,
report it to the court, request a hearing.

But for now, I would suggest
you come with me temporarily

to the care facility I found for you,
and if there's been a mistake,

we can address it from there.

This is Frances.
She will help you pack a suitcase.

Good morning, Mrs. Peterson.
Pleasure to meet you.

- I don't believe this is happening.
- Oh, it's totally fine. It's gonna be...

- Don't touch me.
- I'm sorry. I'll help...

Don't touch me!

Beautiful house, Mrs. Peterson.

[suspicious music playing]

Let me help you with those.

I'll be overseeing the upkeep
of your property until you sort this out.

Let's go. We just wanna make sure

that your property
is taken care of safely.

Thanks, Curtis.

Seat belt.

[phone trilling]

[Sam] Marla, how's it going?
You have to drag her out by her ankles?

No, she packed and walked.

Hardly any of them fight.

They see the official paper.
They see the cops. They go right along.

Yeah, I'd fucking fight.

Yeah, you say that,

but at heart,
most of us are weak, compliant, scared.

True. Hey, you ever hear
about the Milgram experiment?

Not now, Sam. We're already in transit.

All right.

Oh, Sam,
I need the full works for this one.

Copy that.

[suspicious music playing]

Welcome home.

[Sam] Come on in.

- Wow.
- [Sam laughs]

- I'd forgotten how big they are.
- Yeah.

Why don't you take a seat?

So you feel at home.

They have all your medical details here,
all your prescriptions.

You don't have to worry.
They'll take care of all of it.

Now, if you need me at any time,

night or day, you just ask, okay?

You have a cell phone?

Unlock it. I'll store my number.

- Oh!
- If you need to make a call,

you just ask, okay?

[Marla inhales]

Now, Ms. Peterson, I wanna say
I'm honored to be your guardian.

And remember, I'm on your side.

I'm here to help.

Sam, you treat this lady
like a queen, you hear me?

- Anything she wants.
- Absolutely.

You take care, Ms. Peterson.
We'll talk soon.

[door closes]

[electronic music playing]

[fast-paced electronic music playing]

[Marla] So, this is the living room.

Please make yourself at home.

There is the globe, the nice globe.

So, we've got some stuff in here.
We've got four of them.

Collectible?

[speaking indistinctly]

Can you open the door?
I just wanna get some air.

- You got to go that way.
- I just want to get some air.

Could you open the door
so I can get some air?

- You got to go back that way!
- Huh?

- You got to go back that way!
- All right.

I need to get you to the rec.

[fast-paced electronic music playing]

Can you grab those?

- Thank you. It's been a pleasure.
- Thank you.

Forty-five. One more? Here.

Sold.

[speaking indistinctly]

[Marla] God, I love your ass!

Hi!

I wondered if you could help me, please.
I need my cell phone.

Could you find it for me?

- Um-hmm.
- [phone rings]

Ms. Peterson, cell phones are
kept secure for the safety of our guests.

My cell phone won't hurt you.

Our policy is to get
your guardian involved...

No, no, no, no, no. I don't want
my guardian. You know what?

- I can call...
- Can I speak to the manager?

Mr. Rice is unavailable right now.

Mr. Rice is here, but he's unavailable.

- Mr. Rice!
- Hey! Mrs...

- Calm down.
- Don't touch me!

- I need you to calm down.
- Why are you touching me like this?

- I know.
- I was calm until...

- Go away from me!
- Calm down.

- No, no, no. Don't let them do that to me!
- Ms. Peterson, I want you to be calm.

[fast-paced electronic music playing]

Okay.

Is this the key to one
of your safety deposit boxes?

[music intensifies]

[knocks on door]

Taxi for Ms. Peterson.

Oh, she doesn't live here anymore.

What?

She moved.

Ms. Peterson moved.

Oh. My mistake. Thank you.

[steps descending down stairs]

Excuse me. Who called you?

Excuse me!

Fuck.

[soft dramatic music playing]

Sir, he's alone.

So, where is she?

Er... She... She wasn't at the house.

- You were there on time?
- Yes. Yes, sir.

Um… no.

In seven years,
she's never missed an appointment.

[taxi driver panting]

The house was changed.

It had been, um, cleared out,

and there was a, uh,
"For Sale" sign out front.

There's people inside.
They were painting walls.

I spoke to a woman
with some swatches, and she said, uh,

that she didn't live there anymore.

I don't understand.

What people were in there?
Where is she now?

Oh, I don't know.
I... I came straight here.

You didn't think to ask,

even though you know
how important this is to me?

You didn't think to get
some basic information on the situation?

[door closes]

Sir. If... if I...

[sighs]

Please, sir.

Please.

I... I figured I'd... Before anyone...

You fucked up, Alexi.

I love my mother very much,

and these days,
these rare days that we get

to spend together are a blessing for me.

Yes, sir. Of course.

So you find her and bring her to me.

[softly] Now.

Of course. Yes, sir. Yes.

- [car engine starts]
- [tires screech]

[Marla] And I open the pouch,
and what's inside?

Diamonds.

Lots.

- Just loose diamonds?
- Uh-huh.

This is her insurance
for the safe deposit box.

She lists the gold,
the jewelry, the bonds,

but not the diamonds.

She insures a 600 dollar watch,

but not millions of dollars
worth of diamonds.

Do you think they're stolen?

Probably.

She doesn't seem that type.

Don't get fooled by old people.

Even sadistic, immoral assholes get old.

But you're missing the point.

The point is these diamonds
don't officially exist.

So…

No one would ever miss them.

[door closes]

- You wanna steal them?
- No.

I wanna change their location
for a while for safekeeping…

And see what happens.

[soft classical music playing]

[knocks on door]

[softly] Yes?

Sorry, sir,
I... I can come back later, if...

Did you find my mother?

Uh…

Sort of.

[Lunyov] She's in a care home.

[Alexi] As far as I can tell, sir.
I... I couldn't get access.

- [knocks on door]
- [door opens]

Sir, the latest batch of mules
arrived this morning.

Did we lose any in transit?

Three.

We're getting the product
from the others at the Medfield property.

Is that my smoothie?

[softly] I don't understand. [scoffs]

She checked herself into a care home?

No.

She's there by court order.

She's now a ward of the state.

Your... your mother's doctor deemed her
incapable of taking care of herself.

But that's bullshit.

[Alexi chuckles] Yes, sir. Yes.

So how did this happen?

Um…

Marla Grayson.

I believe she made it happen.
She's your mother's guardian.

She now has full control
of your mother's life and assets.

[yells] Fuck!

[grunts]

[laughs]

Call Dean.

Get my mother
out of that home and keep her out.

Do it quietly.

Do it legally. Do it fast.
Keep me away from it.

Yes, sir.

No, no, no.

Leave the photograph.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[lively electronic music playing]

Marla Grayson? Pleasure to meet you.

Dean Ericson.

He says he has an appointment,
but he's not in the book.

I just need five minutes of your time,
please. It's very important.

You can have two minutes.

[Dean sighs]

This is a beautiful office.

Very stylish. These all your wards?

What can I do for you, Mr. Ericson?

It must be a hell
of a responsibility all these people.

I imagine the paperwork is brutal.

Take a seat. Get to the point.

- I'm a lawyer.
- I don't need a lawyer.

I represent Jennifer Peterson.

Really?

Yes, and I think there's been a mistake.

You see, my client
is very capable of taking care of herself.

She has no need
for the care of a guardian like yourself.

Of course, this is no reflection on you.

I'm sure you're providing
absolutely stellar care for Ms. Peterson,

but the fact of the matter
is she does not need nor want your care.

She was perfectly fine on her own.

She called you?

What?

Jennifer? She called you
from the facility?

She did.

Oh.

When did you last see Jennifer?

- Not long ago.
- How long ago?

- Just a few weeks.
- A few? Two, three, four?

Three? Maybe four? Three.

And she was fine, more than fine.

She was fitter and more focused
than I am most of the time.

I'm afraid that explains it.

Two weeks ago, Jennifer's health
took a severe downwards turn.

She has memory loss
indicative of dementia,

and her doctor was so worried about her,

she referred her
to the courts for emergency help.

That's simply not true, Ms. Grayson.

You know it, I know it,

if the doctor wrote a note,
he knows it too.

She.

- What?
- She. The doctor. She's a she.

Of course.

Now,

I know what you do here.
I know your game, your hustle.

- You do?
- I do.

And honestly, it's a good one.

You saw an opportunity,
and you grabbed it.

Look at all these cash cows on your wall

just leaking money into your account
one overpriced hour at a time.

Good for you.
I'm not here to ruin your business.

I'm happy for you to keep
milking these poor, vulnerable people

for as long as you damn well please.

Hell, if your whole enterprise
isn't the perfect example

of the American dream,

I don't know what is.

But not Jennifer Peterson.
She's off-limits.

And I get it.
I understand why you targeted her.

- I just responded to a call from a doctor.
- Right. Sure.

Let's stick with that,
but her doctor is mistaken.

Understand he... Sorry, she fucked up.

Jennifer needs
to be released from your care ASAP,

and you need to get
that she-doctor to write another letter

saying Jennifer's made a full recovery

and no longer needs
to be in the care of a guardian.

Now, why the fuck would I do that?

Well, I can think of two reasons.

One, it is the right thing to do,
but I doubt that means anything to you,

and two, because
she has very powerful friends

who can make life uncomfortable for you.

Extremely unpleasant and uncomfortable.

Is that a threat?

No, no. That's just data
for you to collate.

How uncomfortable are we talking?

You know, aggressively
and excessively uncomfortable,

and then eventually,

well…

Uh, let's just say
you'll not be comfortable

or uncomfortable ever again.

- Because I'll be dead?
- What?

I... I didn't say that!

[both laugh]

But we all die, right?

Some of us will just die sooner

in a more horribly protracted
and painful way.

Who do you work for?

- Jennifer Peterson.
- Liar.

- Excuse me?
- Liar.

Jennifer did not call you
from the facility.

You think I'm stupid enough to let
new wards anywhere near a working phone?

And I know from her paperwork
her lawyer is a local guy

who deals in family law,
and that's not you.

- You're a shark…
- [laughs]

…which intrigues me,
and I want to know who hired you.

- Release her from your care.
- No, Dean.

I don't think I will.

[sighs]

I didn't want to have to do this.

It's 150,000 dollars in cash.

Well, that's very pretty.

It's yours when you release her.

You know what I think, Dean?

I think if your opening gambit
is a hundred and fifty grand,

then Jennifer Peterson
must be worth a lot, lot more than that

to whoever it is who sent you here.

I can go to 250.

How about

five million.

- [laughs] Three hundred.
- Million?

Thousand.

Final offer.

Dean, I have a legal duty.

Jennifer Peterson
is in need of my protection.

How can I just abandon her?

Are you saying no?

I'm saying no.

I'm saying, "No, thank you."

In the days to come,

you'll replay this conversation
in your head over and over,

and you're gonna wish
you played it differently.

Right now, look at what you have.
A thriving business,

employees,

a nice face, unbroken bones,

a life.

When this is through,
you're not gonna have any of those things.

None of them.

Last chance.

Goodbye, Dean.

Curtis will validate your parking
on the way out.

[Fran] I've looked through her records,

all the way back to her birth certificate.

I can't find anyone in her life
that we should be scared of.

[Marla] Then who is this lawyer?

Maybe he knows about the diamonds.

Yeah, that's my thought too.

Maybe he's cut in on them.
He's scared we'll find them.

[sighs] Maybe
you should just take the money.

And give away
the biggest opportunity we ever had?

Well, what if he's saying the truth?

- With what?
- With the threats.

You know how many times
I've been threatened by a man?

Thousands.

You know how many
of 'em ever came to anything?

Two.

He made threats
because threats are all he had left.

You can't convince a woman
to do what you want,

then you call her a bitch
and threaten to kill her.

I'm not scared of him.

Okay.

So what are you thinking?

I'm gonna talk to someone
who has all the answers.

[video game sound effects playing]

[Marla] How is she?

[woman] She's been pretty unsettled
since she got here.

[Marla] They always are.

[woman] Yeah, but she's extra extra.

The doctor had to adjust her medication
to calm her down. Twice.

Hmm.

She's in the games room,
but I have to warn you.

We really had to bump her sedatives,
so she might be a little out of it.

[on TV] I'm gonna show you guys today.
It uses the typical cheeses...

Jennifer.

How are you feeling?

Why do I know you?

I'm your guardian, Marla.

Oh. Thank God. I need help.
I need my cell phone.

To call who?

- What?
- Who do you need to call?

Why?

Jennifer, do you know
a man named Dean Ericson?

- Who? What?
- Dean.

Dean Ericson. You know him?

Dean?

- No. I don't.
- No?

He says he works for you.
He says he's a... he's a lawyer.

Lawyer.

Does he look expensive?

Well, yeah, I guess.

What's the date?

The 15th.

Last week was the eighth.

Right on.

- [laughs]
- [Marla laughs]

Oh.

You're in trouble now.

[laughs] Really, why?

Yeah, he's coming.

Who? Dean?

No.

He's coming.

Who?

Just you wait.

Jennifer, who are you?

So much drugs.

Drugs... I can't think.

Tell me who you are.

Tell me.

You know I have access
to your safety deposit box.

I know what's in there.

There's an envelope

inside a book.

- Oh.
- Tell me who you are.

Oh, you're a robber.

No, I'm your guardian.

You're my guardian robber.

Tell me who you are.

- Oh.
- Jennifer. Jennifer.

Tell me.

I'm the worst mistake you'll ever make.

Tell me. Tell me.

Cell phone.

Tell me.

You don't give me my cell phone.

You don't let me get out of this place.

I got nothing to say.

- Listen to me.
- Nothing.

I control your drugs. Your food.

Your comfort.

- [chuckles]
- Everything.

Me, not you.

- Me.
- Yeah.

And I can make things very bad for you.

You hear me?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Then have at it, you little crock of cunt.

Have at it.

[dramatic electronic music playing]

[woman] Excuse me, uh...

Marla Grayson.

My favorite lady. [clears throat]

Sam, I want you
to adjust Jennifer Peterson's routine.

Shoot.

Take her arthritis
and pain meds down to minimum.

Push her physical exercise
to grade-four level.

Marla.

Give her an upper at 9:00 at night
and sedatives in the day.

Put her on the basic food package.

No solids. Just oatmeal and soup.

No games. No TV,

and only 30 minutes a day out of her room.

[whispers] Are you sure?

[whispers] I'm sure as fucking sure.

Okay.

- Thank you, Sam.
- Okay.

[suspenseful electronic music]

Your Honor, Jennifer Peterson
is currently being held against her will

in a care facility.

She was put there by this woman,

who has falsely asserted
that Jennifer is of ill health,

when in fact, she's perfectly fine.

Who are you, sir?
I have not seen you in here before.

Dean Ericson, Your Honor.
These are my associates.

We represent the interests
of Jennifer Peterson,

and I'm here to undo
a miscarriage of justice.

Are you saying I am responsible
for a miscarriage of justice?

Not deliberately, Your Honor.
You were lied to.

My client was not [gasps] invited
to the original hearing,

and neither was a representative.

Well, that's perfectly normal
for an emergency hearing.

But there was no emergency in this case.

It was a fiction created by Ms. Grayson

to keep Jennifer
out of sight and trick the court.

I have an affidavit here

from an ex-employee
from Dr. Amos's practice

who testifies to the fact

that Ms. Grayson and Dr. Amos
regularly colluded on cases

to game the system.

I quote,

"Karen would palm off
difficult patients to Marla,

whether they needed a guardian or not

and then embellish symptoms
to sway the court."

[scoffs]

Your Honor…

This is scandalous.

[Marla] Judge? Judge, may I?

Fiona Jacobs is your witness?

Yes. She's the employee. Yes.

Judge, you know Fiona hates Karen.

She's not an impartial witness.

Fiona has a vendetta against Karen

because Karen fired her
for being useless at her job.

Or maybe Karen fired her

because she uncovered
the true nature of your operation.

I know Fiona. She was useless.

[court woman laughs]

Judge, can I ask
why Jennifer is again not present today?

Jennifer is unwell.

I'm afraid she is unable to attend,
and I have already submitted a letter

from her current doctor
attesting to that fact.

Also, I've been denied
any access to her, Judge.

It's as if Ms. Grayson
has purposely just kept me away from her.

Have you denied him access, Marla?

You can't deny
an attorney access to his client.

Judge, this man claims to be her lawyer.

He can produce no piece of paper
to prove it. No contract. No retainer.

He just suddenly appeared in my office,
making threats and accusations.

Your Honor, more than once,
you and I have seen unscrupulous lawyers

seeking to exploit the elderly
for their hard-earned savings.

I think this is why Mr. Ericson
wants Ms. Peterson out of my protection.

That's the exact opposite
of what is happening here...

Sir, can you present any paperwork

that that proves
you are Ms. Peterson's lawyer?

If I could just get access to her,
I guarantee you she would sign a retainer.

So, Jennifer Peterson
hasn't retained you as her lawyer?

I am acting on behalf
of concerned parties,

people who are
extremely worried about Jennifer

and the outrageous treatment
she's been given.

And who are these concerned parties?

I'm not at liberty
to reveal that information.

They're friends of Ms. Peterson
who wish to remain anonymous.

Sir, we're going around in circles.

Either you show me
some paperwork that proves

you are Ms. Peterson's lawyer,

or you bring these concerned parties

into a hearing
and let them speak for themselves.

But for now, Mr. Ericson,

your request to dissolve
this guardianship is denied.

[gavel strikes]

[Dean] Sir, sir, sir.

Look... Whoa!

[yells] Okay! It's family court.

Okay? And the judge is an asshole!

He's an idiot! He doesn't even know law.
Okay? He drives a fucking Subaru!

[screams] Stop talking!

Stop!

[Lunyov ] Fuck this.

[dramatic electronic music playing]

Good morning.

Good morning. My name is Walter Smith.

These are my brothers, Tony and Chad.

I spoke to your manager,

Mr. Rice, this morning
about a tour of the facility.

Great. I'll get him on the phone for you.

Thank you.

- Mr. Smith?
- Mr. Smith.

Yeah.

Marla.

Uh-huh.

She's dead.

Who?

Jennifer Peterson's dead.

What?

When?

In 1949.

When she was three months
and nine days, from polio.

The woman we have, Marla,
isn't Jennifer Peterson.

She just stole the identity
of a dead child.

[suspenseful music playing]

You can see, we're...

And look at this.

I found an obituary of the dead girl
in an old newspaper.

And of course, we have

superb medical staff
and facilities on-site.

So, any questions?

Actually, yes.

My father has a friend
who's a resident here,

and we'd love
if we could say a quick hello.

- It'd mean a lot.
- Of course. What is the name?

Jennifer Peterson.

Is there a problem?

No, uh…

Jennifer's been unwell. She's resting.

Oh, we'll be very quick.
We promised our father. You understand.

Of course. The thing is,
Jennifer's guardian has stipulated

that she have only approved visitors.

[scoffs] That's odd. She sounds, uh,
a bit more like a prisoner than a guest.

[laughs]

No. No, um, no.

Um, tell you what. Why don't I try
and get, Jennifer's guardian on the phone

and see what I can do?

Of course.

[groaning]

Hey! Hey! What'd you do to him?

- Ah, shit.
- [man] Somebody help Mr. Rice!

Find her! Go!

- [man] Help!
- Jerry!

Oh shit.

Lock it down. Lock it down!

[alarm wailing]

Then who do we have?

I don't know, but this stolen identity
is incredibly sophisticated.

We're talking about passports,
driver's license, employment,

tax records going back 40 years.

I mean, they've scrubbed
all trace of the real Jennifer Peterson,

including her death certificate.

[phone rings]

Marla Grayson. Yeah.

Fuck.

I'm on my way.

- [lively electronic music playing]
- [alarm wailing]

Madam!

Madam?

Chad.

[grunts]

Thank you.

Madam!

Get down on the ground!

[yells]

Madam?

[toilet flushing]

Hello?

[shot rings out]

Out of the way!

Get out of the way!

About fucking time!

[car alarm engages]

- Open the door.
- You don't wanna do this.

Open it!

Listen to me.

I am prepared to kill you
to get out of here.

Are you prepared to die to stop me? Huh?

I didn't think so.

- [machine beeps]
- [Alexi] Thank you.

Right this way, ma'am.

- Hi.
- [screams]

[gasps, grunts]

- [Alexi screams] Get the fuck off of me!
- That way!

[Alexi] Fuck you!

[police siren blaring]

- We got you.
- No! No, you don't!

Yeah, vacation is over.

[softly] Let's go.

[police 1] Weapons cold! Weapons cold!
Hands out! Go around the back!

[inhales]

What is your name?

Why'd you want
to kidnap that little old lady?

Wanna make your phone call?

Want a doughnut?

He doesn't know it yet, but we found him
in our system. He's done time before.

Who is he?

Alexi Ignatyev.

Brother of Nicholas Ignatyev,

who was once a brigadier
in the Cleveland Russian Mafia.

Was?

Nicholas died seven years ago in a fire
along with his boss Roman Lunyov.

It was arson. A hit.
They'd been caught skimming.

These assholes were drug smugglers
and implicated in a bunch of murders.

We thought Alexi died in the fire too,

but here he is,
trying to kidnap your ward.

Who is she, anyway, your ward?

Nobody, she's a retired businesswoman.

Rich?

[softly] So-so.

Well, maybe it was just a stick-up job.

You guys did good today, stopping them.
This guy's a bad dude.

- Do me a favor?
- Hmm?

Keep us in the loop
if you hear anything else.

Sure thing, Frankie.

- [scoffs] Lou.
- Huh?

Don't call me "Frankie."

You used to like being called Frankie.

Yeah, not anymore.

[door buzzes open]

Frankie?

- It used to be a thing for a second.
- I like it.

- Frankie.
- No.

[dramatic music playing]

Yeah, it's me.

I need something.

Oh, hello.

Sorry. I'm just closing up.
Did you have an appointment?

[rowing machine engages]

[on TV] Let's go live now to the scene.

Tragedy struck this quiet neighborhood
in the suburbs

when the well-loved family doctor
was found dead in her place of work.

Doctor Karen Amos was a highly popular
and respected doctor in the area

with a kind and caring reputation.

The body of Doctor Karen Amos was found
in her office by a colleague

with a gunshot wound to the head,

whilst the witness is
currently unavailable for any comment,

police will not yet confirm that
it was suicide,

though they say they are currently
not seeking anyone else

in connection with the incident.

Fran?

Marla?

You heard about Karen?

Yeah. Oh my God, baby.

Okay, pack a bag.

We gotta go.
If they killed her, we're next.

We don't know they killed her.

Karen may have had trouble
we didn't know about.

Oh really? Do you believe that?

Okay, then.

Marla, I don't want you
to get shot in the head,

and I don't wanna get shot either.

So we don't get shot in the head.

Marla, we went after Jennifer Peterson
because she was a cherry.

A cherry with no strings attached,
baby, but she, she's a spider web.

- And we're gonna get trapped in it.
- Well, maybe, but maybe not.

They brought guns into a care home.
They're the Russian mafia, Marla.

- Ex-Russian mafia.
- Marla, pack a fucking bag.

[sighs] Fuck.

[phone trilling]

Curtis, it's Marla.

Yeah, we saw.

I know. I know.

Yeah, you should close the office.
Hang tight for a while. Okay?

And can you send me a list

of all the empty, unsold properties
on our books as soon as you can?

Okay.

Thanks. Goodbye.

[Marla] It's gonna be okay.

Jennifer, how are you feeling?

Good.

Heard about Dr. Amos.

Is Alexi your son?

What? No. That idiot.

But you are connected
to the Russian mafia?

He'll kill you next.

I mean, that is
unless you get me out of here now.

Then he might let you live.

Jennifer, listen to me carefully.

I don't lose. I won't lose.

I'm never letting you go.

[suspenseful music playing]

I own you.

And I will drain you of your money,
your comfort, and your self-respect.

Not because I want to,

not because I'll enjoy it
or because I plan for it,

but because your people
didn't play by the rules.

You wanna beat me?

Well, come at me fair and square.
You get me in a courtroom. You outplay me.

You don't bring guns into a care home.
You don't murder one of my friends.

This is your life now, Jennifer.

You are just
another old lady in a care home

with dementia,
with incontinence, with arthritis.

With no one…

Except me.

Jennifer,

or whoever the hell you really are,

you're gonna die in here,

alone and in terrible pain.

[orderly] Hey! Let her go! Let her go!

Come on. Come on.

[gasps]

- There you go. Let her go. Nice and easy.
- [Jennifer] Don't! She's the one!

She's the one!

[judge] Good Lord.

Marla, are you... are you okay?

Did she hurt you?

Only superficially.

I got lucky, but what about next time?

As you can see, her mental health
has severely deteriorated.

As this doctor's note describes,

Ms. Peterson has become
delusional, paranoid,

and violent.

She's a danger to others and herself.

And her doctor and I recommend

that she be moved immediately
to a secure psychiatric facility

where... where her needs will be
more adequately taken care of.

I agree.

[dramatic music playing]

[softly] Don't worry.

This belonged to one of your wards?

I just need an approximate valuation, Vee.

It's a real nice stone.
Not the usual dog shit people bring in.

What are we talking? Retail?

Hmm, 175, maybe 200 grand.

- It's a nice one.
- You mind holding on to it for a while?

Keep it in your safe.

- Is it trouble?
- Oh no.

No. I just have some errands to run.
I don't want it in my purse all day.

Thanks.

Fran says hello.

Oh. She told me to ask
after your brother Mikey.

Mikey?

Yeah, he still in the trade?

Why? You need a fence for this?

[laughs]

In the future, maybe.

Michael still moves stuff here and there.

Good to know.

Hey, hey, hey. How'd it go?
Did she take the bait on Mikey?

Oh yeah. He may be a solution.

Good.

Hey, did you pack our passports?

Passports.

Fuck.

Shit, baby. No, I didn't. Didn't you?

Fuck. No.

I'm close to the house.
I can go pick them up if you want me to.

Well, I think we should have them
just in case.

- But be careful.
- Okay.

- See you back at the place?
- Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

Bye.

- [something flying]
- [gasps]

What happened?

Oh my God. Are you okay?

- I don't know. I think somebody...
- Oh my God!

[dramatic music playing]

[doorknob turning]

[suspenseful music playing]

Get off me!

[groans]

[grunt]

Hello, Marla Grayson.

[gasps]

I don't like you.

You only just met me.

You know,

you remind me
of someone I knew when I was younger.

She was fiery like you.

Amusing, confident.

Uncooperative.

I cut all her fingers off
with a bread knife.

She's buried underneath
a Jimmy John's now.

Don't underestimate me.

Who are you?

A dangerous man.

It says that on your business card?

- You should be scared right now.
- Why?

Are you gonna make
another big fucking speech?

Ow!

[winces]

Ow. Jesus fucking Christ.

You stole something from me.

Something more than an old lady.

You know what I'm talking about.

Right now, I have men
searching for what you stole.

They are tearing apart
your office, your home,

and if they do not find
what they're looking for,

I will tear you apart
until you tell me where they are.

You recognize that woman, Marla?

That's your mother, isn't it?

After I destroy you, I will destroy her.

Go ahead. I don't give a shit
about that fucking sociopath.

Yeah, I...

I don't like being angry.

I much prefer to be calm.

But you have compromised
the life I spent years carefully building.

Do you know who I am?

No, but I think I can guess.

You're either
Nicholas Ignatyev or Roman Lunyov,

and my bet is that you're Roman because
you seem more like a boss than a soldier.

So you faked your own death,

and then were afraid
your Cleveland friends

would use your mother to flush you out,
so you turned her into Jennifer Peterson.

I'm going to kill you now.

Okay.

You're not afraid of death?

Do you remember how scary it was in 1807?

No, me neither,
because I wasn't alive yet.

It'll feel the same way when I'm dead.

Not even nothing. Why be scared of that?

Anyway, you don't need to kill me.

When you sent that lawyer
with a case full of money,

your instinct was right.
I'm entirely willing to be bought off.

Your man just came in too low.

- Do you have a figure in mind?
- Yeah.

I want ten million dollars.

Of... of... of course you do.

You are…

You are brave, Ms. Grayson.

Stupid, but... but brave.

Well, to make it in this country,
you need to be brave.

And stupid, and ruthless, and focused,

because playing fair,
being scared, that gets you nowhere.

That gets you beat.

You know that.

And I wanna be rich, Mr. Lunyov.

I wanna be very

fucking rich.

And my bet is that ten million dollars,
that's not such a big deal for you.

But for me, that's a start.

That's enough to be able
to use money as a weapon.

Like a bludgeon,
the way real rich people do.

That's what I want.

You hold no cards.

I have your mother,
and I have your diamonds.

And I've made sure that if I die,
you'll never see those diamonds.

And it'll be so

[laughs] complicated to extricate
your mother from her situation

that it'll take years

before she sees freedom.

If she even lives that long.

Just pay me off.

It's the easiest way.

Get rid of her.

[groans]

Make sure it looks organic.

[muffled screams]

[muffled scream]

[dramatic music playing]

[car door open bell chiming]

[engine revving]

[screams]

[inhales deeply]

[gasping for breath]

[panting deeply]

[gags, coughs]

[coughing]

[screams]

[grunts]

[exhales]

["System Addict" by Five Star playing]

♪ This can't be happening ♪

♪ Boxes that go beep ♪

♪ Little lights that leap ♪

♪ Tapping on a keyboard ♪

♪ What's happening to me? ♪

♪ And when the electricity
Starts to flow ♪

♪ The fuse that's on my sanity
Got to blow ♪

♪ System addict ♪

♪ I never can get enough ♪

♪ System addict ♪

[shivering]

♪ Never can give it up ♪

You have a payphone?

I'll give you fifty dollars
if you let me make a call on your cell.

[phone trilling]

[voicemail] Hey, it's Fran.
Leave a message.

[shivers]

Can you call me a cab?

- [tires screeching]
- [car arriving]

[gas escaping]

[coughs]

[gasps] Oh, Fran!

Oh, baby. No!

Oh my God.

[whimpers]

[coughing]

[gasps]

[grunting]

[Fran coughing and wheezing]

Fran?

Fran!

Marla.

[wheezing]

[coughing]

[struggling] I thought we were dead.

No.

We're alive, hon.

[Fran coughing]

- I'm scared.
- I'm so fucking sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[sniffles]

[softly] It's okay. It's okay.

[shivering]

[door opens]

How are you feeling?

[winces]

Feeling better.

What's that, Marla?

It's the license plate of the car
our Russian friend was driving.

Fran, say the word, and we're gone.

We start again somewhere new.

Just us.

And do what?

Huh?

We lost everything.

Not quite everything.

We can take them and run.

Or you can make a call
and get me the address

that that license is registered to.

If we run, we'll always
be looking over our shoulders.

We'll always
be waiting for him to find us.

Isn't it better to finish this now?

You have a plan.

I do.

Will it work?

I don't know.

Give me the phone.

[dialing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Fran] Okay, here we are.
This is the address for plate F8T444.

[Marla] That... That one?

- Yeah.
- He can't live here.

Maybe the plate was stolen?

No, the plate definitely
matched a black Yukon.

Well, go around the back.
I wanna get a closer look.

[door closes]

[car alarm disengages]

[car engine starts]

[Marla] It's not him. It's his driver.

Go. He's on the move.

There, follow him!

He's pulling up.

[man] Sir, your car's downstairs.

Be careful.

Hi. Uh…

I have an appointment
with Mr. Naylor at Galen and Hersch.

It's on the third floor, I think?

I'm actually a little early.

Uh, is there a restroom
I could use while I'm waiting?

Uh, sure. It's right around
this corner and to your left.

Thanks.

[dramatic music playing]

Hi, can you help me?

I think I'm on totally the wrong level,
and I can't find the exit. Is this B1? Or?

This is level two.
The exit's that way, around the corner.

- Can't I use that elevator right there?
- That's a private ele... [groans]

Where is Jackson?

Hello again.

Ow!

Sir? Hey!

[groaning]

[car engine revs]

Is he in there?

Lying in a pool of his own urine.

[exhales] You wanna go get rid of him?

Lead the way.

[Marla] How much do you think he weighs?
A hundred pounds?

One ten, yeah.

[Fran] Sleep tight, motherfucker.

[breathing heavily]

[ambulance siren wailing]

[breathing machine beeping]

[slurps]

There you are.

How are you feeling?

[groans]

Don't try to talk.

You have a tube in your throat.

[groans]

See that?

You're a John Doe.

You nearly died of an overdose.
You're lucky they found you in time.

You wanna hear an interesting fact?

When an incapacitated John Doe is found,

the state automatically
appoints them a legal guardian

to oversee their treatment and welfare.

You know where this is going, right?

I'm now your legal guardian.

I got you, John Doe.

I can do whatever I want with you.

Now let's find a nurse
to get that tube out of your throat

so you can arrange for ten million dollars

to be moved into my account.

[call button rings]

Ding-dong.

[dramatic music playing]

How's the throat?

Still painful.

I know you don't like losing,

but as your guardian, I suggest
you swallow your pride and pay me off.

You can have your mother,

your diamonds,

your freedom.

You'll never see me again.

Even if I pay you off,

are you not afraid I'll still kill you?

I'm not afraid, no.

I can make it happen easily.

I know.

But I could just as easily kill you
if this thing continues any longer.

[chuckles]

Okay.

- Okay?
- Let's end this now.

I'll give you the ten million dollars.

I can arrange that.

However...

However?

I'd like to propose an alternative.

Instead of me
giving you ten million dollars…

We become partners.

Go into business together.

- Are you fucking with me?
- No, I'm serious.

I mean…

I hate you,

but, ugh,

the money we could make…

You're a rare person, Marla.

Your determination is, uh,

frankly, it's scary,
but this guardianship grift is ripe.

But right now, it's small potatoes.

I propose we create a monster.

A countrywide guardianship corporation

with you as CEO and co-owner.

Use my money, use your…

Skills.

Destroy the competition.

Take control of the entire market.

- You wanna start a company with me?
- Not just one company.

A corporation with 80 different companies
all registered offshore,

charging each other invoices,
burying profit.

A real estate arm,
a legal arm, a training arm,

a medical arm, a pharmaceutical arm.

- Our own chain of care homes.
- Exactly.

With thousands
of guardians working for us,

with hundreds of thousands
of wards in our care.

That way, you win…

But I win too.

And we make
each other billions of dollars

legally…

Mostly.

What about the diamonds?

Fuck the diamonds.

Uh…

Split them 50-50.

How do we trust each other?

If we make each other rich,

the trust will follow.

So are you in?

[dramatic music playing]

[Marla] Every fortune ever accumulated
started with a leap of faith.

But before you take that leap,

first take a long, hard look at yourself.

Know who you are.

Ask yourself.

Am I an insider

or am I an outsider?

Am I a lamb?

Or am I a lion?

Am I a predator?

Or am I prey?

Am I good at money?

Or am I good at people?

What am I willing to sacrifice

to achieve my dreams?

Marla Grayson, CEO and founder...

What lines will I not cross?

Don't try to be anyone else.

Just know who you are
and use that to your advantage.

[Peter] So, who are you?

[Marla] Me?

I'm just someone who cares.

["Blood On The Motorway"
by DJ Shadow playing]

♪ Your ideals betrayed you ♪

[Peter] So are you a lion or a lamb?

[Marla] I'm a lioness.

And I will do whatever I need to do

to protect the people I care about.

- [giggling]
- Yeah!

[Peter] You've had amazing success
in such a short period of time.

Marla, what's your secret?

[both yell joyfully]

There is no secret, Peter.

All it takes is hard work

and the courage and determination
to never give up.

♪ Grin
Let the changes in ♪

♪ So come, come relax ♪

[Peter] So now you are a rich woman.

How much are you worth?
How much do you have in the bank?

[Fran] You were great!

Ugh. My cheeks are aching
from forcing that smile for so long.

I haven't counted recently.

But you are firmly
in the top slice of the 1%.

What should we do now?

- Whatever the fuck we want!
- [Feldstrom] Hey, bitch!

And you're still only 39.
That must feel good.

Hey, bitch.

[both laugh]

- Oh. Listen, I don't have time...
- Marla! [screams]

- [Fran] No! Security!
- [man] Oh my God!

My mom died!

[Fran] Help! We need help!

You never let me see her, and she died
in there alone, you fucking bitch.

- [woman] We need help!
- Take the weapon!

Fucking bitch!

Someone call help!

M... Marla, baby, you're gonna be fine.

No, look at me, baby.
Look at me. Look at me.

Listen to me. You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be... Marla.

Help! [screams] Help!

Marla!

[crying] No, Marla!

[sobbing]

[crying]

N... No!

Help!

[crying]

[Peter] So with all the success…

[screams] Help!

…are you still ambitious?

Are there dreams
you still want to achieve?

[ambulance sirens blaring]

Peter, I am only just getting started.

[Peter] Marla Grayson, CEO and founder

of Grayson Guardianships, thank you.

Thanks. It's been fun.

["Blood On The Motorway"
by DJ Shadow playing]

♪ Let the changes in ♪

♪ Come on, come relax ♪

["Sunset Dance" by Eugene Loner playing]