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Thank you, Susie.

Uh, I think I see someone new here today.

Would you like to share your story?

Sure. Well, I'm Mike.

Gambler.

Lost my job.

Lost my friends. Lost my wife.

That's it.

I'd say you gave away the ending,

but most of us have seen the movie.

Um, maybe, tell us how it started.

With gold.

In a fish.

And a lie.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

I'm sorry. I'm looking for a hammer. You know anything about hammers?

Depends on what you need it for.

This is a framing hammer.

- Mm-hm. - Mostly for carpentry.

That's a ball-peen for metal work, an all-purpose claw, a mallet.

Which one would be good for breaking a guy's leg?

I know you... from the gamblers meeting.

Ex-gamblers meeting, Gil.

Someone's not doing their steps.

Don't.

Tell Moss he'll get his money.

I got a fortune coming in.

Two weeks, tops.

We're standing in front of a rack full of hammers.

Does that suggest I'm here to negotiate?

You're a piece of work. How can you do this to other gamblers?

I'm not a carpenter.

I'm just a tool.

I took an inventory of all my shortcomings

and I'm making amends to people I've wronged.

In this case, Moss Yankov.

So... maybe this one?

♪ I've been having such a bad time... ♪

Two weeks!

Just give me two weeks!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

You fucking asshole.

You're not angry at me.

You're angry with yourself.

♪ Walking on the beaches Looking at the peaches... ♪

- What is that? - It's not what you think.

- How the fuck is this not what I think? - I'm not giving it to you.

I'm giving it back. It's yours.

- The pawn shop still had it? - No.

I showed the guy a picture of it on you and had him make one.

Make one? And you're just giving it back?

Restitution.

It's part of the program.

Okay.

Thank you.

- I want us to start over. - See? I knew this was what I think.

- It's been a year... - Mike, come on.

I'm not gambling anymore. I'm going to meetings. Look, I got a pin.

- And you lost a badge. - I'm paying off all my debt.

By working for the gangster you owe it to?

It's fine. Whatever.

Hey, speaking of gangsters, I'm on this task force, right?

And Moss Yankov, he...

What?

No.

No. What are...? You always think you know what I'm gonna say.

- You want my help with Moss. - Okay, yeah.

- Because you're on the inside. - On the inside of nothing.

- He's not worth your time. - I just made detective,

which I put on hold for all our stuff. Your stuff.

- Are you saying I owe you? - You saying you don't?

Get on the right side of this. You're better than breaking legs for Moss.

No, wait. First of all, I've never broken a leg.

Technically.

Then call it restitution.

Okay.

If I say I'll think about it, will you take the ring?

Would you really want me back under that kind of coercion?

Yeah.

I'll pay you back in something better than money.

- Gold. - Buried treasure.

You fucking kidding me?

Sunken.

- But yeah. - Sunken? Right.

In 1715, a Spanish fleet went down

and this one ship sank off central Florida...

Hey, Gil, open up.

- What? - Like this. Go:

- Aw... - Aw...

Now, you can spit it out or shit it out.

The next time I see that coin

it better be worth the 200 grand you owe me.

Fuck.

♪ Where I can drink poison rain... ♪

♪ I like to fail to escape ♪

♪ Till I can feel my soul break... ♪

Fuck!

Moss!

Moss!

What?

You said you wouldn't work late on my birthday.

Yeah. Almost done.

So am I.

You look nice.

♪ Take me down to your shame ♪

♪ Pay for the pain we're dreaming ♪

♪ Show our cuts like it's a game ♪

♪ Can't drink away this feeling ♪

♪ Isn't that the way love goes? ♪

♪ Isn't that the way love goes? ♪

♪ Isn't that the way love goes? ♪

♪ Pay for the pain ♪

♪ Pay for the pain ♪

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Next up is anniversary, huh?

- Oh, yeah? - Mm.

Anniversary of what?

Us. A year.

We should decide what to do.

Maybe we get out of Philly.

Maybe Atlantic City?

Mm.

This cake is good.

It's been how long?

I know, right? It went by fast.

My dad's funeral.

Me taking over.

It's like a blur, but you, you know, you were a rock.

You got me through.

Yeah. You too.

Anyway...

Happy birthday.

Moss.

Just open it.

Oh, my God.

Nice, huh? Those are real.

Is this a hair?

What? Where?

There's some girl's hair in the clasp.

- The fucking jewelry store. - Unbelievable!

Delly, sit down. Come on.

It's your birthday.

Tell your fence thank you.

It's pre-owned, so what? You ever hear of estate jewelry?

One time, Moss. One time, just one time,

I would love to get something not stolen, you know?

Special.

That you got just for me, that no one else has had.

Delly!

Make sure she gets home okay.

You know, you never see this the other way.

A man storming down the street, a woman in a car begging him to get in.

I just don't know why.

Because once she got him out, she'd hit the gas and never look back.

Can you get in, please?

This block isn't great.

A lot of prostitutes.

Yeah, well, what's one more then?

Just do me a favor.

I don't recall owing you a favor.

How about I'll owe you one?

We said this wasn't gonna happen again.

Probably was, though.

I need coffee.

I have to get you home.

He talks about you, you know. Mm-hm.

His own cop.

Like a golden retriever who just fetches a stick when he's told.

Medium extreme ultimate vanilla ice blended with two shots of caramel.

Here you go.

- Now I get you home. - Wait.

Maybe we find a highway.

What?

You know? Just keep going, change our luck.

- I have obligations. - To Moss? No.

You understand you're never, ever getting out from under Moss, right?

Where will this highway go?

I don't know.

Florida.

No.

Why not? It seems like a place that could provide a lot of opportunity.

Oh, it is.

It provided me with the opportunity to leave.

You're kidding me.

- You're from there? - Yes, and I'm not going back.

Yeah.

It's about Delly.

What about her?

You drove her home after her birthday dinner.

I did. Yeah.

What did you talk about?

Nothing. We didn't talk.

She didn't say anything at all?

Let me think.

No. Why?

She's gone.

- What do you mean? - I mean gone.

I gave her a new BMW.

We made up.

Everything was great.

Then she took it and left.

Where did she go?

Some place named Coronado Beach, Florida.

She got a ticket.

Red light camera.

Emailed to me because the car's in my name.

Another one an hour later going the other way.

You know what that does to the insurance.

- What is she doing in Florida? - How the fuck would I know?

- I just need you to go and get her. - What? Fuck no.

Can't do it.

- Yes. - No.

- Yes. - No.

- Ye... - No.

Look, she can't just leave me, Mike.

How does that look?

My father wouldn't have let it go, right?

Fifty grand.

- What? - Of what I owe.

Fuck you! I can make you do it for nothing.

You can make me look for nothing. Finding her is gonna cost 50.

Fucking gamblers.

Okay.

Fifty off what you owe,

or a hundred added on if you fail.

Okay.

Good. Start driving.

Oh, I'm not driving.

I'm taking a flight.

At the last minute? You know what that's gonna cost me?

- Are you fucking kidding me right now? - Fine.

But an economy rental car.

And...

she might need persuading.

So, you can't take a weapon on a plane without paperwork,

how you gonna get a gun?

Moss, it's Florida.

When are we going to Disney World?

Yeah.

I told you, we'll go to Disney World after Daddy gets his gun.

Welcome to the Palm's, my friend.

I am Benny. I am the owner. Anything you want, you tell me.

You could lose the apostrophe.

- The what? - "Palm's."

It's possessive.

Yes.

It is my possession.

How about a sewing kit?

Motherfucker.

Miguelón, take your sister,

and don't go too deep.

Hey!

- ♪ Beam me up ♪ - ♪ Beam me up ♪

- ♪ Count me in ♪ - ♪ Count me in ♪

- ♪ Three, two, one ♪ - ♪ Three, two, one ♪

♪ Let's begin ♪

- ♪ Beam me up ♪ - ♪ Beam me up ♪

- ♪ Count me in ♪ - ♪ Count me in ♪

- ♪ Three, two, one ♪ - ♪ Three, two, one ♪

♪ Let's begin... ♪

Help! Help! Help!

- He tried to violate me! - What?

- He took liberties. - No, I did not.

I was saving her.

Well, then, where's my top, you pervert bastard?

What?

No...

I'll bring it. I'll bring it.

♪ Here we go, here we go, here we go ♪

- ♪ Beam me up ♪ - ♪ Beam me up ♪

♪ Count me in ♪

Help!

Mike?

Mike? Mike?

Mike?

There he is. Hi, sleepyhead.

- Patsy? - You never said you were coming home.

It was a work thing. Sorry. I was gonna call you.

- How did you know I was in the hospital? - From the news.

We have the TV on at work.

I told the girl I work with, "That's my brother on TV. He looks thin."

- Are you eating? - Ow.

The Internet said the shark bit your thing off, but it's not true.

I checked. I mean, I didn't look. I had the nurses look.

What do you mean, the Internet?

Um...

Help! Help!

Hey!

Ouch. Guess that'll teach him.

The hospital says the woman's attacker is a local man,

- who police are still hoping to interview. - Shit.

- Here you go. - You good to walk?

- Yeah. Thanks for the ride. - Wait, wait.

Thank God. I can't believe it. You're coming to dinner tonight, right?

Mm...

- Right? Yeah? Okay. - Mm-hm.

- How long are you here for? - Not long.

No, I have to find this woman, give her an insurance check, and then...

Yeah, right.

See you tonight.

Hey.

Quick question.

Why did I not know you're from Florida?

- Someone's been on the Internet, huh? - You, local man.

You know why I think you didn't tell me?

Why?

You didn't want me knowing where your family is.

Mike Valentine. Wait. As in Sonny Valentine?

- My father. - No way.

Sonny's the one that hired me. Back when he was chief.

No kidding. I'm the guy from the video. Getting bit by a shark.

No. Just the leg.

- You're in Philly now, huh? - Yup.

And what exactly is an independent insurance consultant?

It changes. I'm tracking down this woman. I have to give her a settlement check.

- What's the name? - Delly West.

Sorry. I don't know her.

Okay, but maybe you could, uh...?

- Could what? - Look her up in the system.

System's kind of old.

But, hey, that's good news about your dick.

Thanks.

- Tyler, put that phone away. - I need to find out the homework.

- Find out after dinner. Put it away. - Deacon, honey, turn that TV off.

We have company.

The sinkhole that swallowed several Orlando businesses last month

is finally stable.

And the city says repairs can begin by early next week.

Tyler Pitts, put your phone down.

- Fine. I'll fail math. - Are you failing math?

You better not be. You need math.

- Tell her, Mike. - I don't know if she needs math or not.

Of course she needs math. Look at me, what would I do without math?

- I'm not sure what you do anyway, Deacon. - Well, I am a county surveyor.

I'm working on that sinkhole job.

And you need to know angles and lines and geometry and measurement.

Surveyors need as much math as a NASA scientist.

That's just not true.

So do you have to pee sitting down now?

I told you. It did not bite his thing off. Go to your room.

- I don't have to... - No. I don't know where she heard that.

Dang. When we came out, the wind was blowing away from the house.

- Give it a minute. - No way, I finally got it lit.

Blow on me.

There you go.

Thank you.

You weren't gonna call, were you? To say you're back in town?

Probably not.

It's okay. I get it.

It's not you.

It's this insurance check thing. It's a nightmare.

Growing up with our dad,

you probably formed a good instinct when someone's lying through their teeth.

- Yeah, I guess I did. - Yeah, me too.

You might wanna work on that insurance check story.

Sorry.

This woman you're looking for, does she wanna be found?

No.

Criminal type?

Criminal-adjacent.

Well, then maybe you should talk to a criminal.

Dad?

It's been a few years.

If I knew you wanted a game of catch, I would have dug up my old glove.

- You buy RJ's, or take it in a card game? - Oh, RJ passed of brain cancer.

I thought a nice little bar would occupy me in my retirement.

Retirement?

Cash business, access to deep water.

- Smuggling is just a hobby now. - Hey, I retired with honors.

A full police chief pension.

I got my plaque above my booth at the IHOP.

- Wow. - How about you?

I keep my ear to the ground.

What is it? Something about an ethical lapse?

Must make you happy, huh?

- The apple falling right next to the tree. - No. See, that's where you're wrong.

Every father wants his son to be better than him.

Not just think he is.

Well, what do you want? What do you need? Money?

- No. I have a job. - Which is?

To find a woman.

Delly West.

- What's she doing down here? - Wish I knew.

What the fuck do you know?

- Not much. - That's too bad.

A person's habits are their weak spots.

They can change their location, but they can't change who they are.

You keep those.

Anytime you wanna play that game of catch, your old man's right here for you.

Relax, you don't need a gun.

It is my duty as an officer of the law to carry my sidearm.

Okay. Well, maybe just be normal for today.

Okay?

- You're gonna go find a gun. Aren't you? - I'll meet you at the castle.

No, that's...

Okay. Come on. Let's go.

Okay, thank you.

Hello?

To be clear, I'm a stickler for procedure.

What's right and what's not.

Ethics, Miranda, and so on.

Understood.

Out of respect for the chief, who, after all, gave me my start,

I had some men look for this missing woman's BMW.

But first, that "insurance check" story, it just embarrasses you.

My employer is concerned for the woman's safety.

Well, so am I.

I can assure you she's safer being found by me

than by the next one who tries if I don't.

Nice car.

Yeah, just came in. Great mileage. It's as new as any new car you can buy.

- Mind if I look inside? - Yeah.

- You can see, nearly new. - Yeah.

- Previous owner buy something else? - Yeah, I put her in a 2016 Lexus.

A lot of leg room, huh?

Not a bug on the bumper.

No one cares about punctuation anymore.

- Hey. - Gotta ask you something.

Yeah?

You heard about the dismembered body that turned up in the sewer?

- What a waste? - What?

I thought you were telling a joke. No, I didn't hear.

Someone dumped a body in a storm drain. They brought me in on it.

- Are you in Homicide now? - No. The vic ID'd as Gil Franco.

- Mike. - Mm-hm?

Gilbert Franco. Do you know him?

Yeah. He was in the program.

Yeah, I know. His ex-wife said.

How did he die?

Still waiting.

But being chopped up didn't help any.

She said he owed Moss Yankov.

Which answers my involvement. You wanna tell me about yours?

I don't have any.

So why don't you come down here and tell me who might.

I can't. I'm not in Philly.

Where are you?

- I had to go to Florida. - Why?

So I can leave Florida.

I don't like how you sound.

Did you see your father?

It's fine. Trust me. Talk to you later.

Are you a gambling man?

Man before you left it.

No, thank you.

- Yeah? - Did you kill Gil Franco?

What the fuck?

Uh, why would you ask me that on the phone?

We had a deal.

I get guys to pay up, no one gets hurt, and definitely not chopped up dead.

Look, any contracting or consulting work between us,

like for services of certain entirely legal natures,

in as much as they put the, um...

What do you call it? The onus...

- Moss, is this your first phone call? - I don't know about anyone getting killed.

Stop asking questions I don't know and just do what I sent you to do.

Okay, Moss. Okay. Okay.

I'll get Delly back to you, if it's the last thing I do.

Well, thank you.

Now, if it's the last thing I do for you,

I do this, we're square. My entire debt.

I bring her back, I walk away clean forever.

- Yes or no? - Fine.

To be clear, next time you threaten my family,

we'll be able to swap parts of you and Gil Franco like Mr. Potato Head.

Good?

Mike?

You wanna get away?

♪ Just strive for balance in life... ♪

Yeah.

Okay. Got it.

♪ Celebrate your talents in life ♪

♪ Inside that strength from inside... ♪

You've got books.

Yeah.

In case I ever learn how to read.

You laugh.

Most of Moss's guys couldn't even read a stop sign.

It's why I'm not gonna work for him long.

What makes you think your fortunes are due for a turn?

I'm not gambling anymore.

You don't think so, huh?

This was a mistake.

That's the title of my biography.

It's not gonna happen again, okay?

You wanna bet?

- Moss? - You have her?

Not at the moment. No.

You saw her?

I have her phone.

What?

- Her face unlocks it. You know the code? - How do you have her phone and not her?

She left it in a bar.

- Why do you need to get into her phone? - You don't wanna know why she's here?

Who she's been talking to?

- Why? Is she talking to someone? - I don't know.

- That's why I wanna get into her phone. - What? Like a guy?

- I said I don't know. - So get into her phone and find out.

It needs her face to unlock it. You know the code?

Try M-O-S-S.

- Oh, sure, but what if it's not? - I don't know. Jesus Christ.

You're the detective. Fucking detect.

- You're sure it was this cottage? - Yes, the shots came from here.

Because sound is kind of funny at night. Maybe it was one of the others.

Well, maybe.

I've only owned this property for 20 years,

so maybe I don't have my bearings.

Would you care if I looked into a few just to ease my mind?

No. Peace of mind is what we offer here.

But I'm telling you what I saw.

The man ran out, the ambulance came, and then they took that poor girl out.

- And this man? You saw him yourself? - Yes. Not ten feet away from my window.

If I got a police sketch artist, you'd be able to talk to him.

Uh, well, my son Charles says that I can talk the bark off of a pine tree, so...

He's in Atlanta. He's been there a couple years now.

He's there because of that Kathy, and I don't think they're very happy.

But it's their life and all I can do is wish them well

and hope she doesn't get pregnant.

That's a yes.

Buzz?

- What are you shooting at? - Don't know. Manatee maybe.

- You can't shoot manatees. - Not with this piece of shit.

You looking for a charter?

I can give you the friends and family rate.

A lot of engines. How fast do the fish move around here anyway?

You used to like going fast when you were a kid.

Remember the Speedway cars at Disney World?

Heard anything about a shooting on the beachside last night?

- Why would I? - You have a scanner.

You can't always be monitoring the DEA or Coast Guard.

Nothing special, just another night in paradise. Why?

A woman was found shot to death and there's nothing in the news.

Maybe you wanna know if you were spotted, huh?

- Where would that be? - The Salt-Air Bungalows.

Okay. So you're following me.

Me, personally, no, I can't stay up that late.

Why have me followed?

You're my son. I care about you. That's what fathers do.

"That's what fathers do."

Collections are down, that's probably 'cause Mike's not here.

The guy's got a touch. So the line moved on the Phillies game.

Did Delly fuck around on me?

What?

- Did Delly...? - No. Well... How would I know?

You never saw anything?

What would I see? I'm never with Delly. Mike's the only one who drove her.

Hey there.

- This woman was in here last night. - Okay. What about her?

She's dead.

She was just alive.

That's usually the order of it. Yeah.

I'd look at the boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

It's usually the boyfriend that did it. Or husband.

Or maybe she was seeing a married guy, he said he'd leave his wife, he didn't.

Then this girl threatened to tell her and he freaked out.

Dead.

Very helpful. Thank you.

You got it.

We'll have more on that stolen ambulance chase

that led to the arrest of one man and put another in the hospital.

Officers were called to the Sanford Orlando Kennel Club

because of an altercation in the parking lot.

Police chased the suspect to this intersection

where he collided with a speeding ambulance

and then stole the ambulance and kept on going.

The driver was thrown from his vehicle and today he clings to life,

still unconscious.

No word on whether anyone was being transported in the ambulance at the time.

Excuse me?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Please, go.

- Hey, so sorry about that. - It's okay.

Oh, yes, you're...

I'm Mike.

- Nice to meet you. - From Washington, D.C.

Oh?

U.S. Department of Transportation.

Specifically, Highway Traffic Safety Administration.

More specifically, the Emergency Transport Services Division.

Your taxes at work.

- What brings you here? - I'd love to tell you.

Uh, breakfast tomorrow?

Perfect.

- I'll be in touch. - Please do.

Ty, why can't you just do your homework?

The counselor at school says I need incentives.

- What incentives? - I want a conure.

- What's a conure? - It's a parrot.

No. No parrots. They live forever and you won't feed it.

- I will so. - Oh, really? Why don't we ask Paul Bunyan?

I was six.

Patsy, where's the shovel? We're gonna dig up a hamster.

Mom! Mom, he's doing it again.

It's okay. I hid the shovel.

A hamster?

Hey.

What you doing?

I have an app that tracks the space station.

- You can see the space station? - Yeah, in a couple minutes.

So?

So Mom brought you all the way from Philadelphia to ask if I'm on drugs?

I get it.

You don't need some guy you don't know

coming here every five years to give you advice.

It's okay.

If you can get my mom on that schedule, you'd be my best friend.

But is everything okay?

It's fine.

I mean, it sucks, but in a normal way.

Good.

It's here.

Where?

Wow.

Right?

- There's people in there. - I know.

They're in constant free fall.

I know the feeling.

- I'm gonna go watch The Bachelor. - Don't do drugs.

Got it.

Hey.

Know what I'm looking at right now?

Picture of Gil Franco's boat. Guess where?

- No idea. - Florida.

Okay.

- How far is Port Orange from you? - Not very.

Okay, so you knew Gil.

Gil had a boat in Florida where you are now.

I don't know what the boat means.

Right now I don't know what anything means.

Just tell me why you're in Florida, please.

- Business. - Moss Yankov business?

Not Gil Franco business.

But you can send a picture of the boat and I'll tell you what I find.

Let you investigate?

Well, you wanted my help.

Fine.

But you fuck me over, I will bring you down.

Oh, nice. You remember our wedding vows.

- Morning, Andy. Here you go. - Morning, Lacey. What's this?

That's Toothless. The dragon from that dragon movie.

You paid Officer Thompson to draw the suspect in the bungalow shooting.

And this is what she drew?

No, that one I left on your desk. This is to show you that I can draw too.

- If you're gonna pay someone. - Thank you. That's helpful.

- Chief. - Andy.

Breakfast?

No, no, no. No, thanks.

I need to know what you know about your son's involvement

in a shooting two nights ago.

Not a thing. Coffee at least?

This guy was seen at the Salt-Air Bungalows that night

around the time of gunshots.

Chief, that's Mike.

That's not him.

Chief, a few days ago you had me look for a woman,

and now a woman matching that same description

was in a bungalow where shots were fired and Mike was seen there with a gun.

- So somebody saw Mike shoot this woman? - Not saw him do it. No.

Prints? Evidence of a struggle?

- They'd cleaned up before I arrived. - Anybody ID the victim?

- As of yet, no, because... - Because?

Because we don't have one yet.

Hmm.

So to clarify...

there's a woman who isn't dead,

and you want to investigate Mike for not killing her?

I don't know exactly what happened yet. No.

But I will.

And, chief...

I've done plenty of looking the other way. You know that.

I've looked the other way so much I have a permanent crick in my neck.

So you know I'm loyal to you and I will always be grateful...

to a point.

Thanks for coming, Andy.

I'm negotiating to get a segment at the end of the news where I do opinions.

I'm calling it "Crazy like a Fox."

- That's good. - I wanna do investigative pieces.

Coming out of University of Georgia, that was the plan,

but everyone kept steering me to on-air because of how I look. I finally gave in.

It's a lot harder for attractive people to get ahead.

I'm sure. But maybe that's where I come in.

- Oh? - Remember that stolen ambulance story?

If it's what I think, we're talking about national news.

I don't know if you even do national stories.

- No, we do. I do. Me, yeah. - Then I can give you the...

What's the word you have in your business?

- The exclusive. - That's the one.

If you can get me the footage from where that stolen ambulance stopped.

Of course.

To a big story.

Huge.

We can't do this again.

Oh, geez, here we go.

No, I mean it.

I'm trying to do the right thing and I keep doing the wrong one.

Which weirdly are the exact instructions for how people like us

- end up with Moss Yankov. - What?

I'm sorry, I haven't ended up anywhere. I'm getting out.

You choose to stay, not me.

Okay, if I may, your lordship, go fuck yourself.

We got here the exact same way.

Moss offered something, we took it, and now we're paying it back.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

But not forever.

- Not forever. - No.

Not forever.

♪ I cool me down if I'm running hot ♪

♪ Whisper softly till I hit the spot ♪

♪ Share a lemon drop in the bath tub ♪

♪ That's the stuff that love is made of ♪

♪ That's the stuff That love is made of... ♪

What the fuck?

Police know you were at the bungalows.

- Because you told them? - No, because they got a sketch.

It doesn't quite catch that superior look in your eye, but it's a fair likeness.

- She was already dead. - Good.

Practice that.

You came to warn me. Why?

Give you a head start.

Because of that protective instinct you're so famous for?

How about so you don't bring your trouble into my neighborhood?

I am bringing you trouble? Are you kidding me?

And whatever this gangster shit you're into...

Is interfering with your gangster shit?

When you were a little kid, you used to like riding those cars in Tomorrowland.

You know why? Because they were on tracks.

- You needed that. - Motherfucker.

They told you where you could go, where you couldn't go.

Your mother knew that.

You don't talk about her.

That's why she took you to church, taught you all the rules.

- You don't get to say her name. - You need to leave.

Okay? Because you don't have a compass and Florida doesn't have tracks.

That is a bad combination.

This ain't Disney World anymore.

This is the realest goddamn place on Earth.

I don't care how they cleaned up that crime scene, there's always evidence.

Dad, wait.

- The scene was cleaned up? - Andy said, yeah.

She was never in the ambulance.

What?

She was never in the ambulance because they disposed of the body.

Fuck. The scene was cleaned up.

- It was a professional job. - What the fuck you talking about?

Yeah?

She's dead.

Dead?

Oh, now act surprised. Go ahead.

Delly is dead?

A professional job. A hit.

- Who? - Who? You tell me.

You tell me 'cause I don't know any mobsters in Coronado Beach,

but I do know one in Philadelphia.

Me? Fuck you!

No, fuck you. You said you can't let her get away.

That's two times now you said I killed someone.

Two times you didn't deny it.

Well, what does "fuck you" mean in your language?

I didn't kill her. Maybe you killed her.

Me? Why? Why would I kill her?

- She was my way out of debt. - Why would I kill her? I love her!

Mike?

- Hey. - I'll call you back.

I got into the minibar.

Sorry.

♪ You got me feeling like I did before ♪

♪ Oh, baby, no, I can't take no more ♪

♪ You got me speaking and everything ♪

♪ You got me breathing like I did again ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Could man down every hatch ♪

♪ Oh, baby, no, I can't get a match ♪

♪ There's no use in taking me aside ♪

♪ Oh, you could say anything And I won't hide ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ And then I dream That the night's getting closer ♪

♪ And there's no feelings Like it hid within ♪

♪ Well, there's a million things You cannot do ♪

♪ Oh, baby, why can I not get to you? ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪