Too Close to See It

Your father's in danger.

Special Agent Billie Rand, FBI.

I don't talk to cops.

They're gonna kill him, Lucky.

Here's what I know.

Priscilla buys gas, wholesale.

She doesn't pay state taxes.

She then resells it through shell companies for full price.

That's what I know.

What I don't have is anything that connects her to that scam.

What she's very good at is making other people take the fall.

Guess who the fall guy is.

I have enough to put Cary and John away for the next ten years.

If that were true, you would have done it already.

Unless there's a reason that I haven't.

Okay, so you only want Priscilla.

And Whittaker.

And I know you want the same thing.

You don't know anything about what I want.

I know that before this,

you and your father were strictly small-time.

I know that you know that your daddy is in over his head with Priscilla.

And I know that you wanna get her out of his life.

So what would you have me do?

Help me take the bull's-eye off your father's back.

Putting Priscilla behind bars may be the only way to keep him safe.

You can't guarantee that.

No. But I can keep him out of prison…

if you help me take her down.

I can't.

No.

You sure?

Yeah, I've been chasing Priscilla, but I've been watching you.

And all your life, you've been…

playing the hand you were dealt.

This is an opportunity for you to get out of this shit.

To play with a fresh deck.

What about Cary?

Depends on how deep he goes.

Full immunity.

For my dad and for Cary or else no deal.

Girl.

You ask for a lot.

So do you.

You're alive.

Good for you.

- Lucky. - Give me the seed phrase.

Lucky, you gotta listen to me.

No. The seed phrase. Please.

Lucky. Listen, I need to explain, all right?

Can I explain?

Don't!

Fuck.

No, I don't want your fucking ice.

Sorry. I knew you would find me, I just didn't think it would be this soon.

I think we're experiencing time a little differently.

Okay, well, whatever happened, I'm sorry.

I understand, okay?

What? Don't do that.

- No. - What?

Don't do the thing that you do where you try and appease me

before you even know what the fuck you did.

- I know what the fuck I did. - Oh, no, you don't.

- Lucky… - You made me a fucking mark, Cary!

- No, that's not what happened. - Bullshit!

- I didn't have a choice. - Bullshit again!

Can I explain myself?

No, I don't wanna hear it.

I know you don't, but I think you fucking need to right now.

No. I know you've had as much time to rehearse for this moment

as I've spent picturing it.

So I am sure you've got a great story loaded up

and ready to go, but I really don't want--

I will hit you again!

Okay. Fuck.

Maybe go for a softer area this time.

Are you seriously trying to be fucking charming right now?

I'm not. This is hard for me too, okay?

Of course, this is hard for you.

Yes, let's make this about you…

- That's not what I meant. - …and your obvious misery.

I was terrified, Cary.

Okay? I didn't know whether I had to be hating you

or grieving you or fucking somehow saving you.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Don't!

You know, at first, I thought that maybe

something had been done to both of us, right?

Like maybe we were both drugged, and you were hurt or worse,

and I was gonna have to spend the rest of my life never knowing what had happened.

But after a while, I realized

that the only possibility that I could actually accept

was that you were dead.

Because at least if you were dead then that means that you did not do this to me.

But here you are alive and well in a fucking beach house,

and you did do this to me.

We've got a hit on the plates and IDed Masterson at the house in La Jolla.

We've got local cops moving in,

but I'm requesting all federal agents in the area.

All available units, report back to the station

to assist an FBI fugitive task force.

Please indicate then switch to four.

Fugitive task force? Do you think that's him?

We'll know soon enough.

What a mess.

We've cleaned up worse.

Remember Temple City?

Oh, God. I think I blocked that.

The point is, we walked out of there.

You and I have walked out a lot of places that no one should have walked out of.

Yes, but this is Cary, okay. He's not like us.

I still have to kill spiders for him.

Drive faster, please.

I know how this looks, okay?

And part of the reason it looks that way is because it is that way.

I can't deny that.

And I'm not gonna sit here and try and excuse what I've done.

But I've had some time to think about it, and even now…

even now, standing here with you,

I don't know if I would have been able to do things any differently, okay?

And believe me, however much you hate me

right now in this moment,

it doesn't even… it doesn't fucking compare to how much I hate myself for it.

I think you might be underestimating me, honey.

- Don't say that. - Well, I don't know who you are.

- Yes, you do. You know me. - Cary, no, I don't.

The person I know wouldn't do this.

You're the only person who's ever known me, Lucky.

Clearly.

Look, I made a mistake.

I know I made a mistake.

But you're not gonna stand there and convince me

that what we have isn't real, okay?

I fell in love with you two seconds after I saw you.

- And asking you to marry me-- - Okay, so when did the lies start?

- What? - Well, was it before the wedding?

- No. That was all real. - After the wedding?

I know it might be difficult to pinpoint an exact date,

but I'm just trying to get a general picture of when my life became a lie--

She was going to kill you!

My darling boy.

Hello, Mother.

- Look at you. - Hello.

I missed you.

Come on.

I would have visited you if you'd let me.

I couldn't let you see me in there.

Yeah, I just really hate that you were in there and not Wayne.

It's okay.

It's not.

Well, listen.

All that matters is I am here now.

Here, sit down.

How did you get out?

Good behavior.

Wayne's lawyers?

What's in it for him?

Well, it's been brought to my attention that there's some money missing.

Does that have something to do with me?

Well, John's been stealing from me for years.

Skimming.

And the only person who knows where that money is,

is that little girlfriend of yours.

- Wife. - What?

You're married?

You didn't tell me?

You wouldn't see me.

Listen.

I know it's been hard, okay?

You had to do what you had to do to survive.

But I'm out now.

And we're gonna get our business in order and everything is gonna go back to normal.

I love her, Mom.

Come on. What happened to you?

I'm gone for two years, I don't even recognize you.

Well, I'm happy. Maybe that's why you don't recognize me.

- You're not happy. - I am.

Look at you. You're bored.

You're working minimum wage and playing house with that little girl.

You're capable of so much more.

It's a nice life.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Is that what you want?

A nice life?

Man, you got a seat at the table.

Wayne is ready to bring you into the fold.

Wayne does not give a shit about me, okay?

And he definitely does not give a shit about you.

Yeah, you bring in that money, I promise you that's gonna change.

I'm not doing this shit for Wayne, Mom.

No, no, do it for yourself.

I'm giving you a gift here. This is a chance at a better life.

What, like yours?

You just got out of prison, Mom.

Prison.

I love that we're having this conversation right now. I love it!

Look.

Look, you could do it with the girl, okay?

All you have to do is get her to bring it to me.

And then we're done.

You can live your life.