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You got a buck for the machine? I can pay you back tomorrow.

Yeah, of course.

Previously on One Dollar...

Didn't Rick come and stay with you

the night before everything?

- I saw him. Right out here. - Yeah.

It was sweet, you know?

Look at you with that fancy reel.

It was a gift from his dad.

I ain't seen Rick since the murders.

No way I could have known he was dead.

This means your ex-husband

is one of the seven.

I mean, I can't tell him

what happened to his dad.

My mom even pretends that he's alive to me.

You said that you left at 10:00 p.m. that night, right?

So how do you know what your men were up to after you left?

Rick Mitchell was arrested last March.

He was busted with a guy named.

Grady Kovak, who used to live

in Braden and worked at Carl Steel.

There's a guy in China,

a steel industry guy.

And, uh, I was hoping he'd put in

a good word for me on this infrastructure thing

to, you know, throw some business my way.

Need you to get this shit out of here.

How? Where do you expect me to put it?

Not my problem.

Gentrification.

Yeah, but I-I think

it's more about the displacement.

- This is all one case. - Uh-huh.

Missing little girl named Abby Washington.

- Abby Washington. - Mm.

No evidence in that case, either.

Terri.

Do you mind finishing up?

I'm sorry. I got the kids by myself tonight.

Yeah, no problem. Get going.

Thanks.

Mmm. Thank you, man.

- Hey, Terri. - Hey. Uh, can I borrow a buck?

- I want to get a drink. - What?

- Of course. - Aw, thanks.

- There you go. - I know I keep doing this. I'll get you back.

Hey, no problem.

Later.

Jesus, Pop. Days over.

What, you don't ever go home or nothing?

I forgot something at the office.

- How you doing, Terri? - I got a case of sciatica,

pack-a-day habit,

and a kid that's obsessed with his own dick,

but other than that, I'm gold.

Well, he'll get over that soon enough.

Yeah, sure, another... 40 years?

See you.

Hey, uh...

you ever think about, you know, moving up the ranks?

What, upstairs and that?

Yeah.

Tell you what.

Get me an office high enough

I can tell the whole world to kiss my ass.

- Yeah? - I'll be working for you, then?

Hey, you said it, not me.

I don't mind them exploring,

but they nearly got out of town yesterday.

Honestly, I'm glad to hear it.

Ricky can be such a little homebody sometimes.

And we'll find them, and we'll catch them,

and we'll put them in jail!

- I've got the handcuffs. - Yeah!

No, buddy. No, no, no, no.

Coming home with me.

No, Cooper says she almost got him.

Well, tough. No use. You're stuck with me.

Hey, Ricky.

Happy birthday, buddy.

It's not my birthday, Dad.

It is now.

That is a genuine graphite casting rod.

That thing is no toy.

Put your backpack in your room, Rick.

Fine.

It's good to see you, babe.

It's good to be home.

Oh, is this your home now?

You know that rods taller than he is?

He'll grow into it.

Goddamn, you smell good.

I'm sweating like a pig.

Yeah, well, maybe that's the part I like.

No, no, don't...

Don't do that again, okay?

Unless you mean it.

The reel is so fast.

You got four hours of light left.

Why don't you take him fishing?

You come back empty, I'll make burgers.

I got to go.

Go?

So you're just gonna...

what, come in here with a big-man act

and a fancy fishing rod and then take off,

- like, two minutes later? - Just calm down.

- I'll be back tomorrow, all right? - Tomorrow?

Where you staying?

- I came in for a quick job. - And then after that,

you're gonna go again, huh?

Is that right, Rick?

Jesus fucking Christ, I should have known, you know?

Dad, what's the red button for?

I'll show you in a second, buddy.

You know, I was thinking on the way over here,

maybe we should all go fishing.

Take the tent, camp out a night or two,

but you can't help yourself, can you?

- You just can't stop. - Oh.

- You got to run your goddamn mouth. - I can't help myself?

I can't help myself? So this is my fucking fault, yeah?

Yeah, this is my fault? Yeah, why don't you

just keep telling yourself that until you come back

and see your son again next year.

I'm really fucking trying, Terri.

I'm doing the best I fucking can.

You want me to trust these yinzers?

You're talking to a yinzer.

These are good guys.

- They won't look inside. - Oh, right.

"Here, pack this illegal shit. And don't look at what it is."

They'll do it blind.

Hey, fellas.

- Pop. - Kyle.

Kovak.

Geez. Been a long time.

Yeah, five years.

Really?

Seven for me.

Geez.

This guy I saw, what,

last winter, but five years? Seven years?

Y-You're still working over at, uh...

Tube & Iron in Youngstown, right?

No, I ain't... I ain't worked steel since 14.

Wow. How about you, Kovak?

I got some decent pay in the Dakotas, fracking, but...

blew out my quad, sprained my girlfriend.

Hunting scraps.

Odd jobs. Whatever I can fake

with one good hand and one good leg.

Well, this job is one month's pay for one nights work.

Let me introduce you to the expert.

This is Goot.

Kovak, Kyle, Rick.

Goot? GOOT: Michael Goodman.

Had a German girlfriend who kept pronouncing it "Gootman."

It stuck.

Okay. Here's the job, fellas.

Tomorrow night, the mill will be finishing up

a shipment to Vancouver, then shut down.

Everybody will be gone.

I'll let yinz in,

and then you'll bring a coil of rolled steel over here.

Here?

You'll put a couple duffel bags in the core,

then you'll bring it over to the depot in a cube truck,

put it with the rest of the shipment. That's it.

No problem.

You're not gonna tell us

what we're putting in the middle of the roll?

It's just something we don't want

the border X-rays to see, is all.

Jesus Christ, man.

Let's talk.

- Give me a second, fellas. - Yeah.

We're not showing these guys anything.

- I trust them. - Why?

'Cause you fired them nicely?

Okay, here's a compromise.

We let Rick in on it.

He's the one I trust the most, and he'll keep the others

from asking questions.

The fuck do you need the three guys for, anyway?

Have you ever moved a roll of steel?

Unwrapped it, put a new core in, wrapped it up again?

You got your guys, I got mine.

- Rick, come here a second. - Wait, man, what? Are you...?

Just a second, fellas.

Look, no offense to the other guys,

but we've decided to let you in on a few details.

What are you into, Pop?

I never known you to bend a rule,

- let alone break one. - Don't worry about it.

Look, you're like family. I'll protect you.

You're missing the point.

I ain't got a problem doing something

that ain't on the up-and-up.

But you're not exactly a seasoned criminal,

and I don't fucking know this guy.

Fine.

Meet us at the old warehouse over on Hill in a half hour.

- No. No, no. - You got something to write on?

I trust you.

That's why it's one month's pay for them

and more for you.

Here.

Here's the gate code.

I trust you, Pop. I do.

I just don't know what the hell you got us into.

No guns, no drugs. Nothing dangerous.

All right.

See you tomorrow, fellas.

Are you getting any sleep?

I'm all right.

You aren't still working that case?

Why wouldn't I be?

Three sightings line up with Abby Washington

since she disappeared.

Man who was average height, around 30 years old

with a bald patch on the side of his head.

Jacob, you've told me

all the details. I know.

God rest this poor child's soul.

You need to do the same.

Let Him take care of her.

Three sightings months after she was abducted.

You think it's up to you to right this wrong.

It is up to me.

Everybody else has given up.

There's a reason for that.

That poor girl is gone.

I'm sorry.

But somebody has got to say this to you,

because it's made you ill.

This is a little girl, Etta.

You have fought your best friend,

quit a job you love,

you haven't slept,

it's tormenting you.

It's as if you killed her.

Etta, instead of telling me what you made up

your mind to tell me, why don't you let me speak for once?

I can't see how what you sayin' does any good.

Look, if an abduction doesn't end

with murder within 24 hours,

they're usually kept alive for years, decades.

She's out there, and she's saying,

"Why ain't my mama looking for me?"

Honey.

I understand.

I understand.

Pray with me.

Etta, stop it.

If praying helped, she'd have been found by now.

I'm not talking about for her.

This is for you.

Well, I don't see how it does any good.

Her mama has given up on her

the same way your mama gave up on you.

And that's why this is eating you up.

Take a knee.

Let's pray together that the Lord forgive your mama.

Forgive her for what?

Being an addict?

Loving the wrong man?

All right, don't pray for her, then.

But you got to forgive her.

This is making you sick.

I don't want a partner.

Not a partner, you're her supervisor.

Rookies always ride the first year with supervision.

Give her to Tom, he's the most senior guy.

It's a compliment, Chewy.

You're my best guy.

Nobody better to teach her.

F-For real?

I'm-I'm your best guy?

I wouldn't say it otherwise.

Okay.

She know anything about being a cop?

Been through the academy.

- Same as everyone. - Not same as everyone.

- What does that mean? - Well, she checks at least two boxes.

- Chewy, don't. - Yeah, I bet they we're in

a fucking hurry to graduate her, weren't they?

- Maybe this is a bad idea. - Okay, look.

I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying,

I'm not gonna go easy on her.

I don't want you to go easy on her.

I don't want you to go hard on her.

I want you to do exactly what you would do

- if she were a guy. - No, you don't.

If she were a guy, I'd bust her balls.

Right. She's a rookie.

Bust her... metaphorical balls.

Okay.

Okay, I'll bust her metaphorical balls.

Okay. Thanks, Chief.

Ah, boy.

So...

you're a biker with a flair for the tropics?

I just don't want to look like some basic bitch

whose mom doesn't work

and whose dad builds golf courses.

But you are.

I'm a basic bitch whose mom doesn't work

and whose dad works for a medical device company...

or something like that.

Okay, so you have, like, six more weeks to pack,

so we'll just, like, buy you some cool clothes.

Is it really about the clothes, though?

Am I choosing who I want to be based on an outfit?

Yes.

All right, this is it.

Yeah, we opened this one about, uh, six months ago.

We're at about 40% occupancy.

Wow. That's good.

No. 40% is not good. 70% is good.

That's why I brought on a fresh face, to help me move some units.

Well, I-I'll do my best.

We'll make it happen.

All the doors are-are different colors.

- Yeah. - That's something.

Yeah, it's psychology.

Who are your-your typical clients out here?

Are they locals or...?

No. No, not-not locals; young families.

Upper-middle class people looking to get out of the city.

- This far out of the city. - Yeah.

You just, you always hear about urban revitalization,

and mass transit and walkable cities.

Well, th-that's good for people just starting out,

but there's an expiration date on that.

- Where are you from, Ty? - Point Breeze.

Oh, Point Breeze. Okay, well, that's nice.

It's safe. It's good schools.

But I think you know as well as anybody,

that every place in this city is not Point Breeze,

but what if we could bring what you grew up with right here?

- Renewal. - You're a visionary.

I knew there was a reason that I brought you.

See, this is just phase one.

We'll have an open-air mall,

restaurants, movie theaters, river walk.

- Yeah, I see it. - Okay.

It...

Where-where-where are you from?

Uh, Aliquippa.

It's a couple miles west.

You ever hear of it?

Well, let's just say that this is, uh,

like Point Breeze compared to Aliquippa.

Yeah.

So y-you've heard of color persuasion, right?

Uh, yeah.

Colors make you feel shit, you don't even know why.

Like I live in 205, you know, the one with the green door.

I feel so calm, I don't know why.

What?

Oh, well, that should be green.

Well, I certainly hope he's as great as you say,

since you decided to tell him everything.

Oh, don't worry about it, it's gonna be fine.

Hey, boys.

Right on time.

Pop.

Your phone, please.

- What? - Your phone.

It's got a camera, a recording app,

and cops can track it.

He's not being tracked.

Give him your phone.

Now, Rick, I know you're gonna want to talk about this.

You're gonna want to talk about it with Walmart,

and Terri or whoever your girlfriend is.

I get it, Pop. I'll keep my mouth shut.

What the fuck is this, Pop?

We're making perfect copies

of hundred dollar bills printed in 2012.

Why don't you explain it to him, Goot.

Why?

Indulge me.

Isn't seeing it enough?

Fine.

Since 2013, the U.S. Mint

has been printing hundred dollar bills with a security strip,

but the new strip caused problems

with the inking and pressing the bills to the right thickness.

Because they had so much trouble,

they didn't start taking the old hundreds out of circulation

until last year.

So overseas, most of the hundreds

are still the old kind.

It'll take five years before they all find their way home

to be shredded.

We've got...

Let's call him Ink.

Ten years ago, Mr. Ink worked at the U.S. Mint.

They replaced him with a robot.

Not gonna make for a very loyal ex-employee.

So with him and with the help of a Peruvian contact of ours...

Peru's the world capital of counterfeiting,

and he's an expert.

They linked up with me.

I do the ultra-thin 3-D printing.

So they built the presses.

I built the printers.

And Bud had the warehouse and the way

to get it all across the border.

We're shipping it to Vancouver,

then to China where a counterfeit like this

can pass safely.

It's a one-time-only deal.

But, hey, you only need to pull off a $10 million payday once.

You and the boys are gonna shield the top, bottom and sides

in a way that no one suspects there's anything inside.

How many bags?

That and another one the same size.

Just two bags?

One rolls enough, right?

Plenty of room to slide in

two bags with the packing material.

We wrap it, we plug it, you're good to go.

So what do I tell the boys?

That we're shipping bourbon to a buddy of mine

that helped us land a contract.

- Which is close to the truth. - Bourbon.

They don't have to believe it,

they just have to stop asking questions.

Not knowing covers them if things go wrong.

And if that happens, what do I tell the cops?

Same thing. You didn't know.

I'll back you up.

Can I ask you one question?

Of course.

This here is some criminal shit.

Why are you doing this?

I'm running out of road.

What?

Carl Steel is dead. Gonna be.

Six months cash flow, maybe.

Jesus, Pop.

Yeah.

Banks almost killed us 2008,

but did we get a bailout? No.

They did. They're rich again.

And I'm going down the tubes.

I ran a business, Pop, me and Walmart.

This payoff, this ain't gonna work.

You can't just suddenly be flush again.

The Feds will be all over you.

I'm not getting a penny of this deal.

There's $10 million back there.

A few months ago, the state announces

this Monongahela infrastructure project.

Now, I make sure I got a lower bid than the big boys,

but I don't stop there.

I do everything short of bribery.

Big announcement comes,

it goes to a Chinese firm just like the last two.

So I'm in a bar in Harrisburg, and this jagoff Goot

comes up, buys me a drink, lays out his plan.

I move his paper over the border,

and he gets this guy at that Chinese company...

same one that outbid me...

to subcontract the work back to me.

You're doing all this for a contract?

I'm having to beg, borrow and steal

for something that should be ours by right.

And that'll be legit?

Legit as anything else.

The banks are just gonna shred the money, anyway.

Who are you dealing with over there? Mob guy?

I don't know and I don't want to know.

Goot deals with them, I deal with Goot.

It could be anybody, Pop; they could fucking kill you.

Would you just let me worry about that?

Here.

Is this counterfeit?

Of course not.

Look, you help me out with this thing,

you're helping out a lot of people.

Get your job back, you want.

Yeah?

This... is my bailout.

And the beauty of it is, it's gonna be the Chinese

and the banks who are gonna have to swallow it this time.

Happy now?

God.

God, I miss you.

I miss you so...

goddamn much.

- Don't stop. - Beg me.

- What? - Beg me.

I always wanted you to beg me.

- Beg me. Yeah. - Okay.

Okay.

- Please. - Oh.

Please don't stop, baby.

- Don't stop. - Yeah.

Please. Please, don't fucking stop.

- Please... Okay. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah? Okay. - Mm. Yeah, harder. Beg me harder.

Please. Please.

Come on.

Oh, I love you.

Oh, now you love me.

Please fucking don't fucking stop.

Fucking... love you.

Is he still out?

I can't believe he slept through all that noise you made.

Oh, that I made?

You sounded like I was ripping your fucking dick off.

You goddamn near did.

I've been doing those...

pussy-tightening exercises they give you for after childbirth.

- Well, maybe you ought to stop. - Mm.

Unless you're gonna go out for the Olympic team.

I miss you.

I didn't think I'd hear from you after this afternoon.

I didn't think you'd want to.

I've been thinking, um...

m-maybe I should move back here.

Oh.

I ran into a couple of guys,

and they said Pops been talking about a contract

that would get the mill back on track.

And if that happened,

maybe I could get my old job back.

Yeah, he's been talking a big game lately.

So, what if I did?

Moved in here.

If I could get hired back.

It'd be like the old days.

We'd go to work together.

Fuck like bunnies.

Raise our boy.

What do you say?

You can finish your little project in there.

Yeah, I can finish up my project.

You know, I come up here to bed every night

and I see that room and it makes me hate you

- so much. - Can we not fucking

- fight about that right now? - Oh, okay.

- I'm trying to have a serious conversation. - Yeah, sorry.

- I'm sorry. - Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry.

You really want another go at me?

Yeah.

I do.

How long till you're drinking again and...

playing hold 'em all night and hitting me?

I never hit you.

Oh, you smacked me around a couple times

when you were shit-faced.

- You slapped me around. - No.

You slapped me, and then I beat your narrow ass is what I did.

Yeah, that sounds right.

But sometimes it was really good, you know?

Back when you were a little hellcat.

Good times in this house, too.

We can get that back.

No.

I don't want it back.

You just said that you miss me.

Yeah, I don't want it here. I don't want to be here.

I don't want Ricky growing up in this fucking shithole town

and getting hooked on oxy in a few years or whatever.

- Damn. - I mean, you know I'm right.

If we're gonna try this, then...

let's figure a way to get the fuck out of here.

Let's go somewhere warm,

like Florida or California or something.

We'll just... go get jobs at warehouses.

We'll live on the... ocean.

- You know? Look, - You...

I want to go somewhere.

So that when Ricky grows up and hates it,

he knows he can go somewhere.

You're dreaming.

I never said I wasn't.

I got to take a leak.

I think you ought to go stay at Walmart's tonight.

Why?

Because it's not good for Ricky to think we're back together.

I'm staying.

I'm staying tomorrow night, too.

No.

Jiggle the handle or it'll run.

Why don't you get it fixed?

Because I can't fucking afford to.

I'll fix it.

It's the flapper or the ball cock.

You still talk like a whore.

Flappers rotten.

Hey, man. My cell phones dead.

- Is, uh, the pay phone out there work? - Yeah.

- Can I get change for a buck? - Sure.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, this is Terri. Spill it.

Hey.

It's me.

I've been thinking.

I'm coming home tonight.

I got a plan.

We're getting out of here, like you said.

I love you, baby.

Foot, it's Rick.

No, I'm in Braden.

And you're coming to Braden, too.

Now.

Soon as you hang up the phone,

you get your buddy Fred

and make sure yinz come loaded for bear.

Yeah.

We're going hunting.

All right? Just shut up and get here.

- Hey, Rick. - Garrett.

When'd you hit town?

Just came to see my kid.

I got to run though. If I stick around, I'll call you.

It's good to see you, Garrett.

What are we doing here?

Yo.

Gantry's here.

When's the stuff gonna show?

It's worth the wait, bro.

He said millions.

Got to be bullshit.

Even if millions is bullshit,

it's got to be plenty.

Wouldn't be paying our gas

all the way from Chicago for chump change.

And remember, Rick...

he don't know us, we don't know him. Can't look like a fake

or they'll be onto us.

Sure you don't want to head back with us after?

I'm gonna hang here a few days.

Yeah. Until she kicks you out, right?

Fuck you.

All right.

Ready?

All right.

A little more, bro. Keep it coming.

Fuck!

That'd be your fault, right?

Shut up.

Hold on.

There.

Yeah?

It ain't OSHA-approved, but it'll hold.

Easy.

Jesus Christ, is this a fucking block party?

Hey, jagoff?

Why'd you bring them?

We talked it over, decided we're all interested parties.

You got your guys.

- I brought mine. - Fine.

We in your way?

We putting it in here?

That any of your business?

Yeah, there's nothing covering it.

It's right there, asshole.

All right, guys.

Is it gonna be wrapped?

Just let me do my job, okay?

Could you step aside, please?

What the fuck?

I thought the guys who brought the bags are supposed to leave.

They are... after they put the bags in.

Then we go.

What the fuck?

So this is how we're gonna do it?

Just fuckin explain it, okay?

Look, we stuff the bags in the packing,

and then we plug it, and we wrap it.

But first, we got to put the bags in the hole.

Why didn't you just say that?

We got this!

Go before somebody sees this goddamn convention.

He's right.

I'll call yinz when it's done.

We're staying.

Fuck!

You hurt yourself, Jennifer?

- I'll tell you when it's time. - You know what? I'm going.

With or without you.

This could take half an hour.

Soon as you start doing it, sooner it gets done.

All right, Pop.

Yeah, so go ahead and stay, assholes.

You don't fucking trust us, fine.

Go fuck yourself.

Nobody move!

Nobody fuckin move.

You shitting me?

- Hands on your heads now. - Wait, listen, you don't know

- what you're getting yourself... - Shut the fuck up, or you're dead.

Throw the bags here.

Throw the fuckin bags here!

What are you doing, man? Just take it.

I want to see what's what.

Holy shit.

Hey, man, don't touch that.

- Can you...? - Listen. Hey.

You can't spend that.

You try to pass that much,

you try to pass any of it,

and you get caught.

Listen to me, man.

It's useless to you, all right?

It's money, man. You think we're fuckin idiots?

It's counterfeit.

You try to pass any of it, and you're gonna get caught.

- All right? - It looks good to me.

I'm trying to warn you,

all right, my man?

He's telling the truth.

Think about it.

We're shipping it.

If it was real, don't you think we'd keep it?!

He's telling the truth?

Is that true? Is it fucking counterfeit?

You're with them?

Goddamn it. Rick.

Shit!

Goot...

Fuck! Fuck!

Jesus fucking Christ.

Ah.

Oh.

You call?

Yeah.

Ambulance is on its way.

I'm sorry, Pop.

It was just so much.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I know.

I wanted to move Terri to Mexico.

Yeah, yeah.

Really take care of her and Ricky.

You might have ruined the whole thing.

Pop!

Hey.

Hey, uh, yeah, Garrett.

I-I need you to come down to the mill right away.

What?

Yeah, uh, I-I-I'm, I'm-I'm in trouble.

Um...

You there?

What happened?

I just, I need, I need you to come down

right away. You got to help me.

Right now?

Yes, yes, yes. Yes, right now. Right now.

I can't come right now.

I got... I got Carrie.

It's got to be you.

I really need your help, Garrett.

I need... I need you.

Please. Please.

Can you at least, like, give me, like, 15?

Yeah, you just got to...

Don't tell anybody where you're going, okay?

Yeah, just give me, like... give me, like, uh, 15 minutes.

I'll... I'll be there, okay?

Okay. I'll be here.

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