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Last season, on "Sneaky Pete"...

There was a tire swing.

That's what I remember the most.

Every summer, Grandpa would fix it.

Pete, would you shut the hell up?

Three years in here.

I feel like I've spent
every moment of that

listening to this crap.

You're a con man.

You, what, you tried to rob
a gun range at gun point?

I get out of here in two days.

You're not even up for parole
for another two years.

Hi, Grandma, Grandpa. It's me, Pete.

I called the whole family over,
all your cousins.

Great.

Taylor, I love you.

You should be with me.

I should've said it
on the day he proposed,

but I am saying it now.

I want my money, Otto.

Oh, motherfucker.

I'm here to talk about this one.
He's no use to you.

But he's still the father of my son,

so I need him alive.

So talk.

What are you doing?

Maybe there's still time
to un-ring that bell.

I don't need the money.

I need someone to launder it.

I need you to tail somebody for me.

If we do this, you teach us some shit.

You wanna learn something?
Okay, fine, first lesson,

lose the boyfriend, then we'll talk.

So, what's going on?

I need to find someone
who paints houses.

And all I need to know
is who you want gone.

You're looking at him.

Everybody get on the fucking ground!

No!

There's a cop here looking for Pete,

a New York cop named Winslow.

Listen to me, Carly,
I want you to tell him

that you do not consent
to a search of your residence.

Audrey!

I'm in trouble.

- You have to get out of here!
- Grandma, just...

- You can't be a part of this!
- Get out of here!

I already am.

Oh!

- Hey, Pete.
- Do I know you guys?

No.

Gina.

We want you to take us
to your mother...

and the $11 million.

- Where's your mother, Pete?
- I don't know.

You don't know?

The fuck kinda stupid answer
is "you don't know"?

What's to keep us from snapping
your string right now?

Because I know how to find her,

and you don't.

Huh, let's go then.

How did you, uh...

How did we, uh, what?

How...

How'd you, uh, figure it out,

my mother and me?

None of the guys
our employer hired before us

bothered to ask what else happened

at Mount Vernon the day
the $11 million were stolen.

They never figured out

some fucking idiot
robbed the gun range.

By the way, do you get that a lot,

people asking what kinda
fucking idiot robs a gun range?

- Every day.
- Now, where we got smart

was wondering,
"What if you're not an idiot?"

First dot we connected
was a security guard.

We could put him at the gun range

right before you made your entrance.

Ten minutes later, he's back at work,

dying in the shootout.

You were trying to
hold him there, huh?

Keep him from getting back?

It's too bad it didn't work.

I mean, you went to jail
for fuckin' nothing.

How'd you know that I was out?

Oh, we had a guy, built a bot,

looks for anything to do
with you or your mother.

Last week, he sees your name
pop up on an airline ticket.

Okay, two tickets for the 5:20
to Fort Lauderdale.

You wanna go to Buffalo
or Fort Lauderdale?

Do we only get to go if we have
good reasons for wanting to go?

You didn't board the flight.

No, I had to buy a ticket
to get through security.

We were tracing a skip,

my, uh... my cousin and me.

Pretty blonde?

Where you going now?

I'm, uh, going to New York.

It's the terms of my parole.

I'm not supposed to be in Connecticut.

Just had to see the family, huh?

We'll be watching them.

You try warning them,
we see them go into hiding...

But you won't do that,

'cause you're gonna be too busy
trying to find your mom.

You got 72 hours before
we start clipping their wires.

That pretty blonde girl goes first.

You should run.

It's $11 million.

And what happens
when the FBI picks you up

for what played out
in Vince's poker room?

They're not even looking for me.

Their agent was shot.
Money is missing.

- They're looking for you.
- Well, but they...

They can't prove anything,
Marjorie. Come on.

That's not what I mean.

If these two goons see you
getting scooped up by the FBI,

and they find out
that you're not Pete,

what's to stop them from killing you?

Well, I'll think of something.

Marjorie, we're talking
about $11 million.

All right.

How do you propose on finding it?

You don't have much to go on.

I know that ten minutes after
Pete robbed the gun range,

there was a big shootout that
left the security guard dead.

There's gotta be
something online about that.

And then, I got
their license plate number.

You know, I just don't
have a computer, so...

Marius, I'm retired.

I just need you to do
a little bit of research.

Then I will expect a lot of money.

Okay, okay, I'll give you
5% of whatever I get.

Mm, I wish I didn't answer this phone.

All right.

I assume there was a threat
to go along with all of this?

Yeah, they said they were
gonna kill the whole family,

- starting with Julia.
- Oh, that's great.

Bernhardt Bail Bonds.

Audrey?

Uh, no, this is Julia. May I help you?

Little Blondie?

Uh...

Shit. You don't remember me?

This is Luis, Luis Mercado.

Of course I remember you.

Little Blondie,
answering the phones and shit.

- Hey, is Otto around?
- Not right now.

Okay, well, have him hit me back.

Can I ask what this is about?

Uh, just have him call.

Hey, I bet you don't still
wear your hair in pigtails.

Not so much.

I'm starting to think you're
just making excuses to see me.

I was running the numbers,

and I thought you should
hear this in person.

Mm, sounds like
I'm gonna be disappointed.

In order to launder your $150,000,

I'm gonna have to write
fake bonds for fake people,

and then put their fake deposits,

your cash, in the bank.

That should take three to four months.

If you need it faster,

you could take it to Mohegan,

turn it into poker chips.

Let me guess,

you Googled "How to launder money,"

and the plot of that movie
with Captain Kirk came up.

You see it?

It's good.

Anyway, what they
don't say in the film

is that the casinos now have
RFID in the chips

to show that they've been gambled.

You wanna give the money back, huh?

Don't forget why you're
in this situation.

You offered a service to get
the father of your son

out of an early grave.

You withdraw that service,

what's to keep something
from happening to him,

or God forbid,
someone you actually care about?

Three months is too long.

I need the money back by next week.

You got me where I needed to go,

but your heart didn't seem in it.

Oh, shit.

I hope you don't give me
a bad review on Yelp.

You wanted to talk about something?

Why do you think Sean's been
going to Hartford so much?

I haven't cared about Hartford
since the Whalers left.

He's been lobbying to have Connecticut

do bail bonds like Kentucky,

where the state runs it.

That would put him out of business.

Not if he gets a contract to run it.

That would put Grandpa
and Grandma out of business.

But you would have a shit ton of money

to help them in their retirement.

I wait for Sean's deal to go through,

and then I divorce him,
get half of everything,

and you and I get married
on a beach in Hawaii.

You don't seemed thrilled.

Look, I...

I like money as much as the next guy,

but I wanna be with you now.

You just gotta be patient.

...this romantic journey

with Brad in Costa Ri...

Thing one and thing two?

Asleep.

Like your new purse.

Oh, found it in the car.

Ellen won't use it anymore,

says pink is for babies.

Has to be the purple,
or she throws a shit fit.

Hey, um... can you stay the night,

take care of the squids
in the morning?

Mr. Ambien is dangling
a good night sleep.

Sure.

But I'm keeping track
of what you owe me.

Of course you are.

Hey, did Pete say
where he was going when he left?

No. Why?

I need to talk to him about something.

Night.

Hey.

Car belongs to
a leasing company in Queens.

To get who leased it would require

tools and skills I do not have.

What about... what about his mom?

The last I find
any mention of Maggie Murphy

is three years ago in New Orleans.

And the, uh... the shootout?

Ten minutes after
Pete walked into a gun range,

there was a shootout
at a nearby storage facility

that left three dead.
Two guards, and...

- And a security guard.
- Yes.

And before he shuffled off
this mortal coil,

the guard said two people got away,

one of whom was
a white woman in her 50s,

and having recently played Pete's mom,

I know that description fits.

So $11 million was stolen
from a storage facility?

No, at least not officially.

In none of the reports
is there any mention

of $11 million
or anything else being stolen.

What does that tell you?

Well, it was stolen from a criminal.

That's right.

And any criminal with $11 million

isn't just any criminal.

It could be some hedge fund guy.
I mean, uh, you know...

With goons
who threaten to kill a family?

Marius, before you go looking
for Pete's mom or the money,

I'd say your first order of business

is to find out who the fuck
you're dealing with.

You're quite the creature of habit.

- Fuck me.
- You gotta think about

changing up
your hunting grounds, buddy.

Yeah, I don't need any of
your lessons, asshole.

What do you want? Open the door.

I'm looking for Gina.

You and Gina can go fuck yourselves!

Hey, in ten seconds,
I'm gonna call for the police,

and I'm gonna tell 'em I found
the guy who took my wallet.

I don't have your wallet!

That's your wallet, asshole.

Where is she?

Grandma, I strongly suggest
that you don't do this.

Father Lebec is a man of God.

He is a man.

He could let it slip.

I'll only tell him what he can hear.

- I won't...
- Please. Please, Grandma.

Please, I'm... I'm begging you, okay?

Not now. Just give it a week.

Let this blow over.

It's gonna blow over in a week?
A cop was killed.

Yeah, well, Fairfield's got the case.

They're not idiots,
but they're idiot adjacent.

Grandma?

- Tell me you will hold off.
- Okay.

Okay.

Now, I gotta go, all right?

Where's Carly? She need a ride?

- Uh, she stayed at Julia's.
- Okay.

- Grandma...
- Yeah.

You're gonna do what he said?

That's what confession was made for,

so we could be absolved of our sins.

You didn't do anything
that needs absolving.

It was an accident.

There's a long list of bad decisions

that put me in a car with a gun.

I gotta run errands

and stop at the shop.

How are you gonna handle all this?

Just drink and stare off
into the distance?

That worked before.

Took you ten years to surface
when you came home from Vietnam.

You don't have ten years.

- You're awake.
- Barely.

Hey, uh, I see Ellen's
backpack on the counter.

Yeah, so apparently someone left
her lunch in there all weekend,

and it smelled like a toxic waste,

um, so I bought her a sandwich
on the way to school.

Did you take her old pink backpack?

Yeah, she did. No fuss.

See, I get away with stuff,
because I am cool Aunt Carly.

Did you look inside?

We just grabbed it and ran. Why?

Oh... I just left some, uh,

office papers in there.
I'll get 'em later.

Yeah, I was wondering.
It was kinda heavy.

Aren't there rules about

how heavy a kid's backpack should be?

Yeah, probably also rules

about not sending kids down
the coal mines. Killjoys.

Thanks for staying and wrangling.

Yeah, my pleasure. I like take...

- Where did he find you?
- The park.

I told you to mix it up.

We should get going before he shows.

- Gavin...
- Sorry.

- Op... open the door, Gavin!
- It's okay. Calm down.

Okay, I know you set me up
with those guys.

What you did was part of the game.

How much did they pay you?

$500?

More?

One large.

Well, what if I pay you two the same

to figure out what hotel
they're staying at?

- How do we...
- You figure it out.

Here. Here's their
license plate number,

and I'll give you the rest
when you find them.

Go ahead, take it.

Adios, amigos!

Asshole.

- I'm the asshole?
- Yeah.

You dumped me.

It's good to see you.

Just drive.

I'm undercover security.
I'm recording this conversation.

I need to hear you say
you agree to come with me.

I don't agree to come with you.

Then I call the cops.

Ellen took the wrong backpack
this morning.

Thanks. I'll get it to her.

I better take the one she came with.

You can get them both, end of day.

I left her lunch leftovers in it,

and if anybody
accidentally opens that sucker,

there is gonna be
an airborne toxic event.

Uh, you know, you should really

clean out a backpack every night.

You're right.

- I'm sure you're really busy.
- I am.

Probably why you had the Au pair
drop Ellen off this morning?

- The Au pair?
- Mm.

That was my sister, Carly.

She went to this school for a year,

back when she was Ellen's age.

I remember it,
because that was the year

our parents were killed
by a drunk driver

out on Redding Road.

It's pink.

Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad.

Here you go.

Son...

Wrong pink backpack.

You sure? It's the only one I saw.

I'm sure.

Oh, wait, uh,

Shelley wasn't feeling well
this morning,

and her mom picked her up,

and I think she has
a pink backpack too?

Shelley Birse?

No, Shelly Martin.
Who's Shelley Birse?

I must've heard it wrong
when Ellen said her name.

Her mom is Sarah?

- Gayle.
- Wow, I really got it wrong.

- You want me to call...
- No, I got it, thanks.

I really should be
the one to get it back...

I need an address.

See, this is why
they invented the Internet,

so that you could search
for this stuff yourself,

and not have your cop brother
do it for you.

- Gayle Martin.
- She better not be a skip.

She's a mother of one
of Ellen's classmates.

We're class moms
for the aquarium trip.

Why can't the school
office look her up for you?

Please don't make me lie anymore.

I know. I know. I know.

I shouldn't feel guilty.

The guy was a hit man.
That's the life he chose.

He had to know something
could always go sideways.

What?

You don't feel guilty.
You feel embarrassed.

You are wallowing in self-pity,
and you know it.

"Oh, poor me. Nobody loves me.

Nobody needs me.
I'd be better off dead."

Fuck you. Kiss my ass.

Tell me I'm wrong.

I don't know what I was thinking
asking you over.

You hit on my wife.
I should punch you in the nose.

Do it. It'd be better than

you sitting around,
feeling sorry for yourself.

- Fuck you.
- You already said that.

All that day, I was...

I just couldn't help thinking,

this is the last time I see my wife...

see this house.

It was so nobly tragic,

it was like an Irish play.

"It's the last time I pick my nose.

It's the last time
I scratch me balls."

I'd be more comfortable the old way.

Uh, the new confessional

will be ready in a month.

You know, a lot of people
prefer it this way,

just sitting and talking.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

- I saw you.
- Did you?

Oh, shit.

There was that other girl.

You were just the distraction.

That's also how we got JFK.

Can I go now?

- Marius?
- Hey, buddy, how's it going?

I'm in prison.

How the fuck do you think it's going?

Yeah, and here I thought you
Buddhists were all Zen and shit.

Go to Burma,

see how Zen and shit those guys are.

What do you want?

Yeah, I need...
I need a private conversation

with my old cellie, Pete Murphy.

Is your fee still $50
in your commissary?

- Not for you.
- Really?

For you, it's $500.

- Why?
- You cheated at cards.

The hell I did.

The thing with the ace?

That was a trick.
I bet you a pack of ramen.

Maybe you could show me a trick.

You wanna learn a card trick?

I have a visitation on Sunday.

It'd be cool to show my boy something.

Okay, yeah. Get a deck of cards.

Wow, I thought you'd come by.

- Did the school call?
- The school? No.

These kids, you know,
they always have to have

the same clothes, the same backpacks,

the same...

Oh, this is my brother, Desmond.

You didn't say what your name was.

Okay, so now you cut
the cards, which means...

I fucking know what cutting
a deck of cards means.

Okay, okay, so then...
then just do that,

and then start turning them over.

And just keep turning them over,
and you can say things like,

"Is this your card?
Is this your card?"

You know, when you know it isn't.

Why would I do that?

Just 'cause it's fun
to get it wrong sometimes.

I don't wanna get it wrong.
I wanna impress my son.

Okay. Right, of course.

So then just keep turning cards over,

and when you get to
whatever the bottom card was,

before you cut the deck,

then you'll know that the next card

is gonna be the one that he picked.

Is this your card?

Yeah.

Don't just say yeah.

Act surprised, you asshole.

Yeah, that's my card.

You suck.

Tenzin, your... your son
is gonna be surprised.

Yeah, you're damn
right he'll be surprised.

This is some David Copperfield
shit right here.

Yeah, just keep practicing, you know,

you can try it out
on people at dinner or whatever.

I will, man. Thanks.

Yeah, you're welcome.

So you think you can get the, uh...

the phone to Pete today?

I will, as soon as you
put $500 on my commissary.

$500? What do you mean?

That's your price.

The trick was just
so I didn't hang up.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, where?

Don't you wanna know how?

Honestly, I really...

We called around saying,
"We need to find our boss.

His job's on the line.
Here's the license plate."

Brilliant. So, where are they?

Hotel on Bank. Room 1106.

Frank and Joe Hooper.

Are they there now?

No car in the lot.

Called the room twice.
Didn't get an answer.

Good. So, get a keycard,

and, uh, one of you
wait in the parking lot.

The other, make sure
the room is empty,

and wait inside.

I'll see you there in 15 minutes.

How do we get a keycard?

Hello?

Finder's fee?

Thinking it's just
more like a shakedown fee.

Call it what you want.

How much?

Can't do that.

Des, let's just call the cops.

Good idea.

The money's not mine.

Is it okay if I at least call
the person it belongs to?

Call whoever you want.

- Mind if I smoke?
- Yes, I mind.

There are children
living in this house.

Hey, it's Julia.

Where are you?

Because I got a big fucking problem.

- May I help you?
- I certainly hope so.

I left my key in the room.

- Your name, sir?
- Hooper, Frank Hooper.

- And your room number?
- 1106.

Very good, Mr. Hooper.
Do you have some ID?

Uh, I do, and I left it in the room.

If you wanna come up with me,
I can grab...

I don't give a fuck

why they call you Kid Charlemagne!

Your patrons...

your patrons left you
in the red, asshole!

All your low-rent friends are dead.

You gotta clean that mess up,
or we all end up in jail.

Not the test tubes, the scale.

You gotta get that shit out of there.

- Ma'am...
- Don't fucking ma'am me.

"Is there gas in the car"?

Yes, there is gas in the car!

- Kid Charlemagne?
- Steely Dan song?

A guy that age, no way he'd know it.

- You see how well I worked him?
- Pretty slick.

It's good, you and me together again.

- Don't push it.
- I'm just saying.

I know what you're saying.

- Gayle Martin?
- Yeah.

- Where is she?
- Excuse me, this is my house.

- Julia!
- Excuse me!

- Julia, are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

You're better than fine.

You're high as a fucking kite.
I can see it in your eyes.

- Let me see your arms.
- Who are you?

Who am I? Who the fuck are you?

Is this your dealer?

Maybe I should ask
to see his arms too.

The fuck are you talking about?
You can see my arms!

- Tom... Tom...
- What...

What part of undercover
do you not understand?

- Huh?
- Uh...

Is that my money
on the table right there?

I had it in Ellen's old backpack
and there was a mix-up.

I swear to God, if you're lying to me,

your precious little Ellen's gonna go

straight to child protective services,

and you're not gonna see her
again until she ages out.

- No, please don't.
- Yeah.

No, she's not lying. She's not lying.

- Yeah, yeah!
- Please don't. Please don't.

- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm her fucking handler!

I'm her handler.

Listen, we popped her with a balloon

up her asshole at BDL,

and if she wants to keep her kid,

she works for us.

Stop it, stop. Don't touch me.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

- Oh, wait, shit, shit, shit.
- What? Who's that?

Yeah, if you wanna
keep your door intact,

hit the mute button.

Uh, yeah, that's a...
that's a no go on Geronimo.

I repeat, that's an N-G on G-mo.

Okay, thank you.

Fucking S.W.A.T.
A day without a battering ram's

- like a day without sunshine.
- You're D.E.A...

I think that's probably
the worst question

you could've asked me
at this moment in your life.

Get up. Get up. Is that all of it?

- Yes.
- Get it.

- Excuse me.
- And take this directly

to the target, if he doesn't
blow your brains out,

because you're late, or because,
I don't know, it's Tuesday.

And if we're able to
take him down, then maybe...

maybe I'm not gonna stuff your ass

down the hole in Niantic.

- Go!
- You can't just walk out...

Jesus Christ. Hey, listen.

Wait 48 hours. You call this number.

Whoever answers the phone,
you tell him

Chino told you to call.

You give him your details,
and Uncle Sam will send you

$10,000 to get
the front door fixed, okay?

The front door's fine.

They don't have to know that.

You slapped me.

Yeah, well, they needed
a little bit of a jolt.

You rolled with it pretty good.

Is that the money for Dockery?

Uh, is it okay if I don't
explain it right now?

As long as you don't tell
the rest of the family

that I'm still in Bridgeport.

Why are you still in Bridgeport?

Hey, you know that, uh,
gun you keep at the office?

Carry it.

- You think that they'll...
- I doubt it,

but you never know.

You sure you don't want one of these?

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Mr. Orr's local news homework.

Oh, homework is this thing
when you do schoolwork

when you get home from school.

Never heard of it.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Hey, put that out.
- I'm blowing it out the window.

No, right now.

Okay?

- Now drink it.
- Bite me.

What's going on with you?

You don't want any of the
clothes I lifted at the mall.

You're this rabid anti-drug narc.

Yep, that's me.

Is it because of all the family shit?

The mysterious return of
your long lost cousin?

The thing with that fucked up cop?

I don't know, I just...

- I don't know.
- 'Kay.

Holy shit balls.

What?

That's him.

That's the fucked up cop
that I pointed the shotgun at.

- He's dead.
- Yeah, I see that.

Who killed him?

You talked to Sam?

He knows me better than anybody,
other than you.

He hit on me.

We have that in common.

He didn't get anywhere.

We have that in common too.

How'd it go with Father Lebec?

I know you better than anybody.

Well, it went just fine.

Told him everything.

He gave me three Hail Mary's

and asked me to kill
the Monsignor for him.

Huh.

I chickened out.

Didn't tell him a damn thing.

I know it was an accident
and all, but...

I shot a man in the head...

killed him.

- Hey, you busy?
- Frantically.

Well, make sure we keep
a space open in the lot.

- We getting a VIP?
- No, it's the death car

of that NYPD detective
who got popped in Brett Woods.

Fairfield's sending it over.

Bernhardt Bail Bonds.

It's Moe.

Oh, hey.

You seen that Caddy
parked around the corner?

Uh-huh.

Belongs to the housepainter.

It's been sitting there
a couple of days.

What the fuck happened, Otto?

You really wanna know?

No, I don't.

And I just don't need
this blowing back on me,

my brother and all that.

Just move the fucking car, okay?

You owe me.

Who was that?

Oh, it's just, um...

it's just Moe.

It's the end of the month.

He wants me to settle my tab.

He was a dirty cop.

Had a falling out
with the guys paying him.

They drove him off the road,

put two in his chest, one in his head,

like the pros do.

Hey, bright eyes...

Nice to know you respond
to bright eyes.

I only called your name three times.

Where'd you go?

I was just... I was just
thinking about when he came in,

the cop. What was his name?

Oh, Winslow?

I can't tell you how many
people come through that door

I would never remember, but...

I remember him.

The eye maybe?

Why'd Fairfield send it over?
They gonna do more tests?

Nah, they're getting ready
to wrap it up.

No witnesses. Vic had a long list

of dubious asterisks next to his name.

Looks like the usual dirt bag
on dirt bag crime.

I know we're supposed to give
a shit, brother in blue and all,

but I don't think there's
a lot of tears being shed.

Then why is it here?

Some lady detective
from the NYPD is coming up,

unofficially of course,

to make sure us Connecticut yokels

aren't as stupid
as everyone thinks we are.

They say she's the best.

Highest closure rate in the city.

I'm sure she's gonna
wanna talk to you too,

since you're the only
that saw the guy,

so be sure to comb your hair, huh?

Hey, it's me.

You're late.

Yeah, something came up
with my cousin.

Where are you?

In the room.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch what?

Uh, I...

I came to get something
out of the truck,

and forgot my keys.

They're in your hand.

That just makes it worse.

I'm just happy to know I'm not
the only one losing their mind.

Well, thank you, sweetheart.
That's very kind.

What are you doing?

I gotta go see Moe.

Taylor, call me.
We may have a problem.

Pete, hi. How you doing, buddy?
Thanks for calling.

Hey, Marius, how you doing, man?

Yeah, good.

I was a little surprised

when Tenzin said you wanted to talk.

It must be important. What's going on?

All that... all that time
that we were in together,

you, you know, you talked about

your grandparents and your cousin

and the farm and all that,

but you never once,
uh, mentioned your mother.

Yeah, so?

Well, this is the weird part.

I got a call yesterday from a woman

who says that she was your mother,

and she was checking in
to see how you were doing.

That wasn't my mother.

Are you sure? Because...

Yeah, I'm sure I'm sure.

- My mother's dead.
- She's dead?

When did that happen?

What do you care?

Well, we're friends, man.

Three years ago.

She died three years ago.

All right, all right.

Hey, how you doing?

Come on in, Pete.

You go ahead.

Come on.

On the bed.

You're right here.

You know, Pete, I thought
you had a clear understanding

of what we expected from you,

and you waste a day looking into us?

What do you wanna know?

We solve crimes for people
who can't go to the police.

Guy who hired us tried others before,

ex-Blackwater guys,

but they didn't know shit
about cracking a mystery.

They never found out
about you or your mother.

I almost had her,

six months ago in Sedona.

Saw her cross a busy street.

Don't know how I spooked her,

but spook her I did.

Here.

Take a look at that.

It might answer any questions
you still have about us.

Show Pete where you are.

Show time.

Ring a bell?

Get in closer.

We told you what would happen
if you fucked around.

Just a sec.

Don't.

Please?

I know who you are.
You don't have to do this.

You don't.

Oh, but I think we do, Pete.

Please don't do this.

Jesus.

Pete?

Get your gun
and shoot through the door.

What?

Do it! Do it...

God damn it.

Shit.

He warned her.

She's got a Colt
pointed at your heart.

Can I help you?

Sorry, wrong house.

What are you doing?

We're just gonna go back after dark,

plug her through the window
when her kids are home.

Then shoot me now,
'cause if you don't,

and you hurt her
or anyone in that family,

I will get a gun,
and I will fucking eat it,

and you will never find
my mother or the money.

Now you know who I am.

Wow.

Spread that out.

Why?

Spread that out.

What are you doing, man?

You, you, stand on it.

No, man.

Stand on it.

What are you doing, man?

This is bullshit.

You don't need to do this.

Look at him.

Listen...

Choose.

Choose?

What the fuck does that mean?

- Choose?
- Choose.

Or I will do them both.

- Me. Just...
- Shut up! You shut up!

- A hero?
- Listen...

Fucking love it when I get a hero.

Though, sometimes,
just to prove a point,

you have to do the other one.

- Stop... Stop.
- No, no, no, no, no...

Or not.

No...

Stop, stop, stop.

Now you know who we are.

Roll him up, sweetheart.

This is on you.

You get squirrely,

an anonymous call
goes to a local tip line.

Bring your friend here to light,

with your prints and your DNA.

Take the fucking knife.

The rags...

Fill it in.

We've gotten further than
the muscle heads did before us,

which gives us some leeway,
but not an infinite amount.

We don't have to kill anybody

to give 'em the worst
fucking day of their lives.

Remember that
when you look at your family.

By my watch, you have 48 hours
to locate your mother.

Get out.

Gina...

I'm so...

What the actual fuck?

Look, I'm sorry about that.

You're sorry?

I almost shot someone through my door.

Yeah, I... I was, uh...

I was actually watching your house...

What?

In case that Desmond guy came back.

And I, uh... I didn't wanna tell you,

because I, uh... because, I...

I thought I was being paranoid,

and then I saw somebody walk up,
and I got freaked out,

uh, so then I followed him...

Who was he, this guy I almost shot?

He was just some guy
who was selling magazines.

Oh, for fu...

Why didn't you call me?

Uh, because my phone died.

Then you borrow a phone.

You steal a phone.

I was freaking the fuck out.

I had the kids go to Gloria's.

I didn't know... I didn't know
if something happened to you.

Well, I'm fine, you're fine.

I overreacted. I gotta go, okay?

Pete...

What?

Thanks for looking out for me,

but never do anything like that again.

Okay.

Marius...

That's seriously fucked up.

I know.

You said you'd kill yourself
if they harmed Julia?

I had to say something.

I spoke to Pete.

He said his mother's dead.

That is not good.

No, it is. He's lying.

He said she died three years ago,

but the two assholes said that

they saw her in Sedona six months ago.

But Pete could really
think she's dead, so...

Either way,
I gotta work him to find her.

On the phone? You already tried that.

- I know.
- You can't go and see him.

- You switched your records.
- I know that too.

Well, how do you plan on working him?

Face to face.

- You wanna get him out?
- Well, I don't want to.

Even if it was possible,

it would pose an existential
threat to you, Marius.

If real Pete has any contact
with his family, you're burned.

At best, you'll get popped
for identity theft.

You'll go back to prison.

At worst, you get stabbed in the heart

and rolled up in a shower curtain.

I don't see that
we have any other choice.

When did this become we?

I thought I was doing some research.

Straight split, minus expenses.

That could be $5 million.

That's retire-on-
a-beach-in-Bali money.

I don't like Bali.

So then retire to the Geordie shore.

Getting Pete out of prison
would take weeks.

Do we have weeks?

- No, we have tomorrow.
- No.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

How do you feel about going to prison?