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[chattering]

[woman] Senator Blake, can we have a word?

Yeah, the word is "no."

The casino bill. You opposed it,

called it another
Charles Wilkes boondoggle.

Why'd you skip the vote?

I had a family emergency.

[woman] There are whispers
you made a deal with Wilkes.

Whispers? Is that what passes
for reporting now?

I'm giving you a chance
to clear the record, Senator.

God damn it, do I need to call security?

If you'd just make a statement.

You want my statement?

Here's my statement.

The media can go fuck itself.

Angie, call the Capitol Police.

He is not gonna like how that looks
when it leads tonight.

Do I really need to make this call?

Okay, okay. We're leaving.

But this is public property,

-and the press is entitled--
-[gunshot]

[gasps]

[Angie] Oh, my God!

[doorbell rings]

-[Wendy] Have you seen it?
-[Wilkes] Yeah. Come on in.

[Wendy] It's running non-stop.

And that reporter
was asking about our bill.

-She was asking about you.
-Yeah. She called me for a statement.

[Wendy] What did you say?

[Wilkes] What did I say?
That it was a tragedy.

My prayers go out to his family.
[breathes deeply]

Blake had a history of depression
and hospitalizations, okay?

No one knew.

It's a sad fact, but sometimes
depressed people kill themselves.

That's what you had on him?

His psychiatric record?
That's what you were gonna expose?

He was in a business
where there's no room for secrets.

You know that.

Let me get you some coffee.

[sighs]

[Wendy] What is this?

[Wilkes] Oh.

I wasn't ready to quite talk
about it yet, but, uh...

That's our casino.

Yeah, plus a 300-room hotel,
upscale mall, green space.

Hmm. I've been waiting for something.

It's just business, Wendy.

Well, have you talked to the Snells?
It's their land.

-I was counting on you for that.
-You're counting wrong.

[stammers] The Snells are proud people.
They will never sell.

-They haven't heard my offer.
-It doesn't matter.

-We can discuss other possibilities--
-There's nothing to discuss.

This is what I want.

I don't wanna fight with you.

You and your husband need this casino.
I can deliver it, or I can kill it.

[door opens]

You can't just walk in here like this.

What if I was dressing?

[Cade] You really think I'm gonna
see something that shocks me?

And you got a fucking job to see about.

[breathes deeply]

I'm sorry I laid hands on you.

You sound like your brother.

Hmm. I just gotta
get myself re-socialized, I guess.

There is no excuse.

-Hmm.
-Can you forgive me?

You wanna talk about a house,
all that shit?

I'll listen.

No.

You're right.

That's not for us.

[Marty] You know, obviously,
we're in the off-season now,

so most of the work's
gonna be maintenance.

[Cade] Seems to me the eaves need cleaning

and the, uh, cabins could use
a fresh coat of paint.

Looks like you haven't
winterized that dock, either.

There's gonna be hell to pay
if we get an early ice storm.

[Marty] Yeah, that's true.

Listen, um, all that sounds perfect.
How soon can you start?

[Cade] Oh, I'm not interested.

Manual labor, weather stripping cabins,
roofing work...

You ever done anything like that?

Ruth said that you were looking for a job.

No. I need a paycheck, an employer,
as per conditions of my parole.

-I see.
-Mmm.

You expect me to just give you that
without the work part of the work?

It seems about right,
after all my daughter done for you.

I'm not sure I follow.

I think you do.

Patricide was my crime.
I learned that word in the prison library.

But what the fuck is the word
for a girl killing her uncles?

I'm sorry things didn't work out
for you here.

I'd think about that offer if I was you.

[Marty] I don't need to.

[woman] That's Elena Del Rio
under that veil,

stepping out of an Escalade.

Mexico's archbishop blessing her.

Jorge Mendoza and a few others
entering the cathedral.

They don't have a body,�but this was
definitely Del's memorial service.

[woman 2] Financial structure,
Agent Evans?

We've made some progress from last time.

We now know Paradise LP,
a limited Delaware company,

is owned, at least in part,
by this numbered company

that we've named El Diablo.

Based in Mexico City.

-Who's the other owner of Paradise?
-That's the billion dollar question.

Some operating capital
recently came out of Bermuda

by way of Singapore and Panama.

A pattern that we're hoping
to trace to Martin Byrde.

-[woman 2] Agent Petty?
-Uh, I have a good new CI.

How's this one different than the last?

Other than not being dead.

Well, they're much closer to Byrde.
Better access to the books.

Revised time line?

A month to a warrant. Two, tops.

[FBI agent] Agent Evans, do you concur?

Two or three months seems possible.

Do better than you've been doing.

See you all in a month.

[Petty clears throat] Hey.

Thanks for the backup.

With the shit you pulled,

you're lucky
I haven't taken your knees out.

[Petty scoffs]

Well, what are you waiting for?
Go. Follow.

[Marty] You mind telling me
what you were thinking

by telling your dad about Russ and Boyd?

I mean, isn't the idea that
if you wanna get away with something,

you don't tell anyone?

I don't know, Marty, if you say so.

I must have ditched that day
in crime school.

Hey, Ruth, he's using it
to try to extort me,

so I'd like to know
why you decided to tell him.

He figured it out, okay?

-How?
-I don't know. He just did.

Well, how did you explain
killing his brothers?

I told him the truth.
I thought Russ was a fucking rat.

What are you talking about?

I found a bug in his trailer.
That shit didn't get there by accident.

You found a bug in Russ' trailer?

You didn't think that you should
mention that to me, Ruth?

He's fucking dead.

Okay, but whoever he was working with,

unless you killed them too,
is probably still around.

[man] Hello.

We ain't open till 1:00. Hello. Anybody here?

Touch-squirts always show up here early.
It's a fucking thing.

-Black Label, rocks, Calvin?
-[Marty] Ruth.

Hey. Ruth.

-You Martin Byrde?
-Yeah.

You're hereby shut down pursuant
to Missouri Statute 573537.

"Improper layout"?

Fire hazard.
Ingress and egress and all that.

We'll just move some tables around.

You're gonna have to take it up
with the state board.

[man] There's missing fire-retardant
insulation in half the cabins.

We also have concerns
about the dock wiring,

considering the recent deaths.

[Marty stutters] That wiring was fixed
the day after it happened.

-I don't understand why that's a problem.
-Not by someone licensed by the county.

Are you the owner?

'Cause every piece of paper I have here
lists the owner as Rachel Garrison.

Yeah, yeah. Well, she's...
You know, she's away, but I'm a partner.

I'm a silent partner, so--

Well, you can go back to being silent.
I need Miss Garrison.

-[camera shutter clicks]
-Well, you know, she is away, sir.

Well, I'd give her a call.

Tell her she's shut down until she gets
in touch with our department.

Shut down? Hang on.
She's not reachable, and I'm fully auth--

[engine starts]

[camera shutter clicks] [Marty] Hey, Tuck...

when's the last time you spoke to Rachel?

They hit the funeral home, too?

What did they say?

"Unusually high levels of dioxin
and mercury in the surrounding soil"?

I mean, it's just...

It's not a coincidence.
Somebody is targeting us.

Could be whoever was working
with Russ Langmore.

It's somebody with pull.
Three state agencies all at the same time?

It's not the Snells. It's not KC mob.
They have no reason to hit us.

What about Wilkes?

[Marty] Wilkes?

He finally made his ask.
I wasn't very receptive.

What was his ask?

He wants to build a hotel
and a shopping mall next to the casino.

The Snells are never gonna go for that.

That's what I told him.
And then he threatened us.

So he's just gonna jam up hundreds
of thousands of dollars in cash,

and I gotta explain that
to Chicago and to the Snells?

-They're not gonna be happy about that.
-We can get another business.

[Wendy] Where?

I think I might have something.

Well, appreciate it. Thank you, Ruth.

But, you know,
we gotta get this up and running.

Wendy, why don't you go
talk to Wilkes, please, and see if you can work something out.

I'll see if the Snells
have any wiggle room at all.

We've gotta go pick up the kids.

[sighs] Fuck.

[exhales]

[Kevin] I don't see why I have to pay
for a B plus, dude.

[Jonah] I wrote you an 89 paper.
You have a 78 average.

C to an A too fast
and they're gonna find out.

Then we're all screwed
and my business goes bust.

I want a solid A
on my history project, though.

-[Wendy] Where's your sister?
-[Jonah] Wyatt's.

Is that a new friend?

-Sorta.
-Oh.

[wood creaking]

-Well, what can I do for you?
-Hey, Taylor.

Last I heard,
you were shooting your mouth off

about demanding
that I deliver your boat myself.

[Ruth] Well, I'm not here for that.
I got a business proposition.

I heard you had money trouble,
and I wanna invest in your business.

And here I was, all concerned
that you could pay your boat repair bill.

I guess it must be my lucky day.

Well, I'm working in an office:
Marty Byrde Enterprises.

And he wants to invest in your business.

You're serious?

I can see rot and bend in these supports.

And I bet you don't have money
for a breakwater.

-[Taylor] Don't need one.
-[Ruth] That's where you're wrong.

You've got all those fancy yachts
tooling around here during the summer.

They can't even stop here for gas
if you got no breakwater.

And we'll get you that breakwater
and that business.

The place ain't for sale, Ruthie.

We're not buying.

We're just injecting some capital
in something we know can improve.

Your boat's out back.

I'll tell the boys to make sure you pay
before they give you the keys.

[Wendy] Oh, Jesus, now what?

[Marty sighs] Jonah, I want you
to go straight to your room, okay?

Jacob. Darlene.

You left a message for us.

[Marty] Well, you didn't need
to respond in person. Hi.

It sounded important.

Well, uh, listen, it's cold.

Why don't we go inside.
We can discuss it. Okay? Hi.

It wouldn't have anything to do with
the man who showed up on our property,

looking to turn our land
into a theme park, would it?

You know what today is?

No.

I'll bet the boy knows.

-First day of hunting season.
-Jonah, go inside.

I haven't missed one in 50 years.

I don't intend to start now.

-So, what I suggest, Martin...
-[gun cocks]

is you join us in the woods,
and we can talk privately.

Get some things worked out.

[Jonah] Is that a Remington 700?

It is.

Nightforce scope. You hunt, son?

[Wendy] No. No, he doesn't.

I'd like to.

[Jacob] Go ahead. Now...

all you gotta do is put the vest on.

Well, our talk is about business,
and he's got schoolwork to do.

No, I don't.

[Jacob] He's old enough to learn our ways.

-Jonah, honey, you're not going.
-[gun cocks]

Anybody mind if I tag along?

[Jacob] We move quick, old-timer.

Not if you keep talking.

Let's go.

[gunshot in distance]

[Jacob] So, he's shut down
your businesses.

That means all our money's tied up.

[Marty] Yeah, temporarily.

Unacceptable.

I know it.
Wilkes is definitely sending us a message.

Well, maybe you need to send him one back.

[gunshot in distance]

Some people only respond
to a certain kind of pressure.

Yeah. Well, listen,
we are going to need Wilkes

to help push our bid
through the gaming commission,

so, uh, maybe there is a middle ground.

I'm not selling any more land, Martin.
We've sacrificed enough.

[gunshots continue]

Jacob, if he kills this bid,
it's gonna hurt us all.

Not everything is negotiable.

[loud gunshot]

I gotta stop. [breathing heavily]

Hold on. [sniffs, grunts]

[Marty] Buddy, you all right?

-You okay?
-[Buddy] Never better.

-You tired?
-No. [exhales]

-Getting close.
-Good, good.

-Quiet.
-Yep.

[Marty] Ready?

[Jacob] The thing is, Martin...

anyone who's your enemy is now our enemy.

I appreciate that, but I don't need you
to do anything. I got this.

You got 24 hours.
If you can't persuade him, we will.

You know, I don't really believe
in this sort of thing.

-No harm in trying.
-[gunshot in distance]

-When will they be back?
-Well, it depends.

Strong heart line...

and long marriage.

This little circle here indicates
there's been some sadness.

-Yeah, that's true of any marriage.
-Yes, it is.

Now, your lifeline got a couple
of breaks here.

And... Huh.

That's it.

What?

-What did you see?
-What does it matter?

You don't believe in this, anyway.

Come on. You can't do that.
What did you see?

You lost a child.

[rustling]

[whispers] Nice-looking buck.

No, let the boy take him.

You don't have to do this, okay?
Don't feel any pressure.

-[gunshot]
-[birds screeching]

-Your boy's first kill.
-[Marty] Hmm.

We believe in blood.

[stutters] Oh, no, no.
We don't need the blood. Thank you.

It'd be disrespectful to the deer.

It's okay, Dad.

My thighs feel like pillows.

[Wyatt chuckles]

Hey, how come in five months,
you've never tried to kiss me?

[Wyatt] Uh...

I don't wanna just be
some story you tell someday

at some dinner party or whatever to...
[inhales sharply]

I don't know, to show that you've got,
like, real grit in your life or something.

[door opens]

Jesus. You can't even fucking see in here.

You're supposed to be writing your essay.

It's in my head. [laughs]

Can you excuse us for a second?

Yeah.

[Charlotte sighs]

That girl never ever has to worry
about getting into a college.

Her daddy can just donate
a fucking library or something.

It's different for you.

Yes, I'm well aware
that it's different, Ruth.

No, you need to take your seat
at the fucking table, Wyatt,

and make your place.

Look, I got nothing to say to those people

that'll change the way
that they see me, okay?

Then be who they want, then. Pretend.
I don't know. Lie. Just...

Just write the essay, okay?

Where are you going?

[Wyatt] I'll write the fucking thing.
I gotta drive Charlotte home.

Wait. No, no, no. You're wasted.

There's back roads.

[doorbell rings]

Mrs. Byrde.

I wanna talk to Charlie.

He's out of town.

He's not returning my calls.

Well, that probably means
he doesn't wanna talk to you.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'm finishing up some work for him here--

Is he shutting down our businesses?

-I have no idea what you're talking about.
-You are full of shit.

He is pressuring us
to get the Snells to sell him the land.

-Has your answer changed?
-It's not possible.

Mr. Wilkes doesn't believe
anything is impossible.

That's why he's been
as successful as he's been.

Well, he's behaving like a spoiled brat.

I'll pass along your message.

[door opens]

-[door closes]
-Tuck?

Hi.

You got a lot of nerve,
calling me back here.

-[scoffs] I've got nerve?
-That's right.

You stole $300,000 from me, Rachel.

That I found in my wall of my business.

Do you think that I'm afraid to tell
my partners that I lost their money?

How does hanging from a bridge
sound to you?

Fuck you, Marty.

Hang on. Hey, hey. Rachel, Rachel.

I'll keep them out of this

if you help me
get this place up and running again,

because apparently, you're the only person
that the inspector will deal with.

Okay? Please?

And I need you to be the face
of this place for an investigation.

Who's investigating you?

The gaming commission.
I'm opening a casino somewhere else.

-Of course you are.
-Mm-hmm.

Preying on addicts and hillbillies.

For the record, I'm only here
'cause Tuck said he needed me...

-Okay.
-to protect his job.

You threaten him?

Of course not.

You don't even know what's a lie
and what's the truth, do you?

[sighs]

Oh, fuck. God.

[gasps] Oh, you scared me.

I couldn't sleep.

Are you okay?

You know...

I only went hunting once as a kid.

I couldn't do it again after that.

Why did you ask me to kill that man?

You nodded at me to pull the trigger,
and I did.

Honey, I thought he was gonna kill us.

If I'd done it, would you have thought
of me as a murderer?

No, no.

I would have thanked you
for your unbelievable bravery.

Mind if I stay up a little longer?

Can I sit up with you?

[Marty] Okay. But, sir,
the weekend is the only time

that the club makes any money
in the off-season.

If you don't re-inspect,
then we can't get our clearance letter,

and then we can't get our license back,
which means we can't re-open,

so, you know,
I'll meet you anytime that you want.

Great. Thank you.

Prick.

[knock on door]

-Hello.
-Hi. Are you Wendy Byrde?

-I am.
-I'm Janet Rayner with KZYO News.

I know who you are.

I was hoping
I could ask you a few questions

about Charles Wilkes and Tim Blake.

I'm sorry. [stutters]
I don't really have anything to say.

You and Wilkes worked together
to pass a casino bill?

Well, we have no official relationship
with Charles Wilkes.

Okay, but unofficially,
you lobbied senators with Wilkes.

I'm sorry, I have no comment.

Mrs. Byrde, we can talk on background
or off the record if you want.

I don't mean to be rude, but...

I really think
you should leave the property now.

Did you know that Tim Blake's widow

is filing a wrongful death suit
against Charles Wilkes?

That's crazy.

She's going to announce it at his funeral.

But he was clinically depressed.

How do you know that?

Thank you so much for stopping by.

"A mortgage applicant agrees to pay
to consult an attorney.

Do not sign.

If this is..."
[continues reading indistinctly]

I was just looking.

Yeah, looking to move.

You wanna lie to me, girl,
[breathes deeply] fine, I get it.

But you're lying to yourself,

and you're filling Wyatt's head
with lies, too.

College.

I have a real job, Daddy,
in an office, with responsibilities.

Tell me what they've ever asked you to do
'sides their dirty work.

You're a Langmore, baby girl.
You carry the weight of that name.

I know it. The rest of the world knows it.

Seems like the only one
who doesn't understand is you.

[woman] So, you're here
to open a bank account.

Yeah. I know I'm supposed
to have an adult present,

but my mom's running errands.

She gave me these papers and signed
all the forms she's supposed to.

All right.

Looks like everything is here.

Filled out correctly.

Let's just give your mom
a quick call to confirm.

-What's her number?
-I have her on speed dial.

-[line rings]
-[woman] Oh.

[Charlotte] Hello.

Hello. This is Connie at the bank.

Hi. I'd be there myself, but I've been stuck
at the dog groomer's all day.

He definitely has my permission.

[Connie] And $5,000 is correct?

$5,000, that's correct.

[Connie] All right, well, thank you.

Your mom sounds nice.

It's the weekend.

Do you have a passport?

Oh, yeah.

And what name
do you want the account under?

Mine. Michael Fleming.

[chattering]

Hi. I'm looking for Mrs. Blake.

I'm Susan Blake.

Mrs. Blake, I am so sorry
for your loss. I...

I wanted to come and pay my respects.
I'm Wendy Byrde.

-Hi.
-This is a shepherd's pie.

Oh. Thank you. Were you friends with Tim?

We met once.

I know this is a terrible time,

but is there a place
we could speak privately?

[Wendy] Oh, what a beautiful family.

[Susan chuckles] Thank you.

How did you know Tim?

Uh... [sighs]

To be honest, we were
on the opposite sides of an issue.

Oh.

He was against a bill I was backing.

-[chuckles] Tim could be a tough opponent.
-Yes. Yes, he could.

Are you a lobbyist?

No. My husband and I own a company
that's investing in a new casino.

You work with Charles Wilkes, don't you?

We have mutual interests.

You know I'm gonna sue him.
Wrongful death.

I heard.

-Hmm.
-And you'll lose.

When a clinically depressed person
kills themself,

there's no way to win that case in court.

I don't care.

The corruption, that's what Tim
fought against his entire life,

and at least now it'll be out
in the public.

Charles Wilkes has the money to fight you,
and he will fight you.

He will fight you until you are bankrupt.

He killed my husband. Oh, Mrs. Blake...

I am so sorry,
but he didn't kill your husband.

[sighs]

I have a brother.

He is manic-depressive,
and he has been a mess his whole life.

And I have spent much of my life
resenting him

and what he put my family through.

To me, he was indulgent,
and he was embarrassing,

and, quite frankly, he was weak.

[chuckles]

And then, ten years ago,

I fell into my own depression
when I lost a child.

And I learned very quickly

that depression
is not a passive, lethargic state.

Far from it. It might seem that way
to people on the outside.

But to the person depressed,
it is an active state of roiling pain

from the tip of your hair
to the bottom of your feet.

And I think, deep down, you know,

probably more than anyone,

that Charles Wilkes
didn't kill your husband.

Tim killed himself
because he wanted the pain to stop.

He just wanted it to end.
I mean, it feels like torture.

That's why he killed himself.

And... and we want to fund a foundation
in his name

to take care of the mentally ill
in Missouri,

with an emphasis
for those with depression.

We're prepared to start
with a million dollars.

-You're trying to buy me?
-Yes, I am.

I am also trying to do some good here...

so that Tim's suicide isn't in vain.

Just think about it.

Thank you for your time.

[woman] I think this is a really great
opportunity for you.

You can do so much with the landscaping
and the big trees.

And you're really close
to everything, so...

Thank you so much for coming.
It was great to meet you.

Have a great day.

Yeah. Well, I've tried everything, Jacob,

and, uh, it's gonna be at least a week.

Yes, I understand what that means.

Hey, easy, creepy.

A breast is a breast is a breast.

It's not my sandbox.

What time is he supposed to meet you?

Nine.

[Petty] This is
the "Terms of Compliance" letter.

Just tell him you don't understand any
of the particulars.

And try to act fucking natural.
Here, these will help.

And what if he gets suspicious?

This whole charade
was so he would come calling you,

which he did.

He's not gonna be suspicious.

I hate your guts. You know that?

That's my cue to go.

[Jacob] Can you believe he spent $10,000
on that toy hotel and paddle boat?

The man thinks he can wow people
into acquiescence.

So did Hitler.

He held on to his power
'cause no one stood up.

People ain't afraid of autocrats.

People are afraid of being different
from their neighbors.

I think we are actually preserving
democracy in the fine state of Missouri.

Shit.

[explosion] [both moaning and grunting]

[Jacob] Come on!

-[Jacob laughing]
-[Darlene moaning]

[Jacob exhales loudly]

[both breathing heavily]

[both laughing]

Oh, Darlene.

-You are a marvel to me. You know that?
-Mmm.

[Jacob sighs]

-[Darlene] Oh, your heart.
-It's beating like a jackhammer.

-[Darlene moans]
-[Jacob grunts]

[both laughing]

[Jacob grunts] Easy now. Easy.

-Whoa! Don't take 'em with you.
-[both laugh]

-[Jacob exhales, sighs]
-Mmm.

You know what I've been thinking about?

My mind is an empty shell right now.

I want a baby.

-Don't you think we're a little past that?
-Mnh-mnh.

-Huh?
-There are millions of ways to get a baby.

And I'd be a wonderful mother.

[Darlene sighs]

I'm serious, Jacob.

What is the point of all this
if we got no one to leave it all to?

Rachel?

[Rachel] You're late.

Oh. Turn the lights off, man.

Come on.
The place is shut the fuck down anyway.

You okay?

Turn it off.

Yeah.

[Rachel] You're late.

[Marty] I'm sorry about that.

That's the... letters. Compliance or...

-some shit. I don't really get it.
-It's a bunch of things they asked for.

This should get it done.
What are you doing?

What are you doing? Ow! Ow!

-What the fuck are you doing?
-I'm just trying to see

if Marty Byrde has some feelings.
That's all I'm trying to do.

Ah, why don't we pick up
this conversation tomorrow?

-Oh, shit.
-[Marty] Jesus.

You all right? Hey. What's wrong with you? I mean, you wrecked my fucking life,
but I'm okay.

[Marty] I wrecked your life?
All right, look.�Come here. Come here.

Let's get you to bed.

Sleep this off a little bit, okay?

-Come on.
-Okay.

-[Marty] Come on.
-You do not get to see me naked.

You had your chance.

-I'm fine.
-[Marty] You're not fine.

One foot in front of the other.

-[Rachel] All right.
-I'll set you down. Come here.

Come here. Right here.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

-[Marty] Okay, all right?
-Okay.

[Marty] Right there.

-Thank you.
-Let go. Yeah.

-Thank you.
-You all right?

[Marty sighs] Yeah.

You sleep this off.

And you'll be back to normal, okay?

All right.

-Marty.
-Yep.

They're gonna find you.

Hmm?

They're gonna lock you up.
Or they're gonna kill you.

[engine revving] [line ringing]

-Hello.
-What the fuck are you doing, Ruthie?

I got $50,000 worth of damage here
on my dock!

I have not the slightest idea
what you're talking about.

I was actually gonna call you to follow up
on our conversation from two days ago.

Is now a good time?

I ought to kick your ass.

Your insurer will likely see

that the damage was not caused
by an act of God,

but a large boat.

And if he's a suspicious type...

You know those insurance fuckers.

He might even think that it was caused
by a $300,000 wake boat.

No payout coming from Allstate,
if you know what I mean.

So, one option is to declare bankruptcy,
of course,

and the other is to take
what I offered you two days ago.

Marty Byrde Enterprises
will replace all these boats out front

before the owners know a thing.

You're worse than your dad.

We'll get you your breakwater.

[Susan] Most of you knew Tim.

When he believed in something,
nothing could dissuade him.

-He was a bulldog with a bone. [chuckles]
-[congregation laughs]

He loved being a senator,
serving his constituents.

And he believed that systemic corruption
was destroying the thing he loved.

What some of you may not know

is that Tim also suffered...
from clinical depression.

He was hospitalized several times.

He didn't tell people, because he didn't
want to be defined by his condition.

Now the reason I am telling you all this

is because I have an announcement
to make today,

and I think Tim would approve.

We are starting the Tim Blake Foundation

for the mentally ill
with a substantial endowment.

As Father Bill says,

"Though he were dead, yet shall he live."

[Wendy] You owe me.

Yeah, I owe you.

You wouldn't know anything
about my boat being blown up, would you?

About as much as you know
about my businesses being shut down.

So, listen. I'm the one
who convinced Mrs. Blake not to sue.

-The foundation? That was your idea?
-Mm-hmm.

We told her we'd donate a million.
You're gonna pony up half.

I am, am I?

Unless you want to be sued for a lot more.
Dragged through the mud.

Listen, the Snells are a no-go, but...

we have 3% of the profit.
We're willing to give you 1.5%.

-Oh.
-It's the best we can do.

You're a very persuasive woman,
Wendy Byrde.

What about my boat?

That's why you have insurance.

Hey, for the record,
I didn't close down your businesses.

Someone's got you in their crosshairs.

The commission's gonna come at you hard,

and I hope you have
everything buttoned up.

That's what we're working on now.

-We own a dry storage business.
-Um, good. I need to talk to you.

Or at least we're investors
in a dry storage business.

All we just need is new hydraulics

-and a shit-ton of dock repair.
-Can you hold on for one second?

-And I figure we can make up...
-Let me...

-Hey, Ruth.
-...for most of the laundering we've lost, with the businesses shut down,
just on repairs alone.

Just stop for a second, okay?

-Do you hear what I'm fucking saying?
-It's impossible not to.

I got us a brand-new business

-to launder through.
-Great!

What the fuck is going on?

We can't have you around the offices
for a little while, okay?

Are you fucking firing me?

No, I am not. The gaming commission
is launching, uh, an investigation.

We can't have a convicted felon
on any paperwork. That's all.

You're fucking firing me.

Just in name.
You're still gonna manage the strip club.

You're still gonna get paid. We just...

We need to have somebody else
be the face of the place.

Okay?

-I get it.
-Good.

[Rachel] Why are you yelling at me?

Because he could've found the wire.

He didn't.

How the fuck do you know?

-Hey, look, I am not cut out for this.
-I don't care.

It just makes me hate myself so much.

Do better than you've been doing.

[Jacob] Here's to our working partnership.

-[Marty] Yeah. Sure. Cheers.
-[clinking]

Absolutely, and to us
being up and running again.

We appreciate you understanding

that sometimes diplomacy has
to take a back seat to action.

Well, maybe there was
a little diplomacy, too.

The point is,
the man shut down your businesses.

And now he knows the cost
of stepping out of line.

Ain't that right?

Charles Wilkes won't be a problem again.

You know, I thought you'd be a real cunt.

I was wrong.

[chuckles]

[chuckles] Well, thank you.
Thank you. This is delicious.

Don't thank us. Thank your boy.
He shot it.

[Ruth] Wyatt.

"You ask why I belong at Mizzou.
The simple answer is I don't."

-[Wyatt and Three chuckle]
-[Three] Dude, you really wrote that?

"An undercurrent of savagery
pervaded my life

long before the violence truly began.

My dad made grand theft auto
seem like a good career path,

like we were entrepreneurs in a start-up.

Only our start-up
was the motor of someone else's car

or truck or boat."

You shouldn't be saying this, Wyatt.

Keep reading. It gets better.

"My childhood traumas are not like yours.

My mother's leaving
is not like your mother's leaving.

You see, I'm a cursed Langmore,

long inured to violence and death.

'Taken too soon?'
people ask me of an untimely death.

And in the case of a Langmore,

perhaps not soon enough."

[breathes deeply]

You shouldn't be saying this shit, Wyatt.

It sounds like you're ready
to off yourself,

not get into college.

I wrote the essay. I don't know
what else you want me to do.

You're not fucking cursed, Wyatt.

[slams door]

[bobcats meowing]

You believe in the Langmore curse?

Walking the same fucking path
you always walked,

'cause nothing's gonna change anyway.

Are you losing your shit, baby girl? Hmm?

To Hurn's, the dry dock
Russ and Boyd used to work at.

You can make a job for yourself there.
Look all busy when your PO stops by.

Look, I don't want to know
nothing about it.

It ain't my business,
but, you know, after dark,

if someone wanted to chop boats for parts,

you could probably
make a fair amount of coin.

I thought you didn't approve
of that shit no more.

You want the keys or not?

[meowing]

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