Ozark

Get the fuck away from me.

- Get up. - Get the fuck away from me!

- Get the fuck up! - What's your problem?

Get the...

Okay, all right!

Get in the truck!

Get in the fucking truck. Get...

I'm not doing the swim team this year.

What? You love swim team.

Not here.

But you haven't even given it a try.

You haven't done it here.

- Mom! - Charlotte...

Mom! Isn't that Dad's bike up there?

Where is he?

Just stay in the car.

Stay in the car.

Marty?

Marty!

Welcome to our home, Martin Byrde.

In 1929...

power company stole our land, flooded us out.

Snells fled up the mountains, and started all over again.

Trouble is, ain't much grows up here.

Doesn't matter how much you turn the soil.

It's the water.

So the crop had to change.

Do you know what'll grow almost anywhere the sun shine, Martin?

Let me tell you.

Poppies.

Sandy soil and drought, they don't care.

But then, you came along...

- I think, um... I... - You think?

- Yeah... - You think?

You know, the problem we have here is one of power.

And you seem to think you've got more of it than you do.

Now, in these parts, power comes from time.

And our family, we got a history older than anything.

So if you think...

that you can talk us out of getting what we want

with your pretty little words...

then you have not yet understood the purpose of this tour.

You are a threat to my colony, Martin Byrde.

You have disturbed the ecology of our delicate little system,

interrupted the back end of our operation when you took over the club,

and now you have destroyed our very means of distribution.

- I don't see how I could've possibly... - The church, Martin.

The preacher.

We need the preacher on the water.

Certain members in his congregation are in our employ.

The lake is under patrol, his service less so.

Now, you pull that pigeon out of the water...

and suddenly our resellers are on land...

and much more likely to be pulled over.

And that will not do.

Cease all construction on the church.

I can do that next month.

Uh...

but right now...

my employer would be very upset...

There's a photo on a table in your living room,

your family on a cable car in San Francisco.

Another one at Myrtle Beach.

Across from the couch, there's a window you keep open mostly at night,

not 15 feet from your boy's bedroom, up the hall on the right.

And your girl's just after that.

And yours, Byrde, is at the very end.

Your toothbrush is blue.

We know all about you, Martin.

We know you work for someone dangerous...

and perhaps we can't touch you...

or else we risk retaliation.

We also know...

that you left Chicago quicker than a heartbeat.

So, personally, I'm inclined to believe

that you're on the outs with your employer...

and us taking care of you might be doing him a favor.

So if this little tour hasn't done the trick,

then we will enforce our demands in a more roundabout way,

by our backup plan.

Pastor Mason Young...

and his lovely, pregnant wife...

Gracie June.

Okay.

Okay.

The construction will never finish.

That's the game.

Okay? And your pastor can stay on the water indefinitely.

Does that work?

We don't want another nail.

We don't want another screw in those two acres.

We see so much as a cross goin' up...

and we will cut that baby out with a paring knife.

- Marty! - Dad?

Marty?

Call the Blue Cat, see if he's there.

Rachel hasn't seen Dad all day.

Okay, kids, I need you to go to your room right now!

- I'm calling 911. - No, no. Charlotte?

Charlotte, please, honey, just go to your room, all right?

Dad. He's here. He's here, Mom.

I don't know what kind of shape the bike's in.

He just came out of nowhere and he just kept going.

He might not have realized he hit me.

Hey, honey. I'm okay.

I'm here now. I'm okay.

Oh, my God, your leg.

Yeah, it's gross, but, uh,

you know, fortunately, Sue Ellen, uh, Todd's wife, was passing by...

- Yeah? - And she gave me a ride home.

- Oh, good. - Which was really nice of her.

But we beat you.

What's that?

But we beat you here.

You weren't there when we passed,

so you must have already been with Mrs. Becker.

But we beat you here.

- Um... Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

Uh, right. Yeah, no, she got lost on the way here,

and I wasn't paying attention.

- We're just glad you're all right. - Yeah.

Lord help you...

if you eat all my Pringles.

What do you got, like, a date?

Shut it, Wy.

Hey.

You look nice.

Thanks.

Hi, Daddy.

I mean, what the fuck kind of place is this?

You know? Those people? They're gonna cut a human out of another human?

Not if we do what they want.

You know, they've been in this house.

- They know which windows we keep open. - What?

They know the photos that we have, the color of my toothbrush.

What the fuck are they doing inside our house?

Casing us. What do you think?

The good news is that we're safe because they're hedging that I'm untouchable,

but bad news is I'm not.

But they think you are?

- Yeah. For now. - Okay.

I mean, Wendy, they... they had a gun at my back.

Another one on my head.

Seen too many fucking guns the last three months.

- Seen too much blood... - The kids are safe.

You and I are safe.

- But we have to fix this. - I know.

Every time I check the money, there's less of it.

The stacks are half of what they were a month ago.

So move on 'em.

That cash isn't worth the paper it's printed on

if I don't know how to clean it.

You're the smartest person this side of the Mississippi.

Anything you don't know yet, you'll figure.

- It's just, I don't... I... - It's just what?

Just you never done it before?

Huh. First times can be fun, you know.

There's a... tingle that happens right before you do it.

Do you ever watch those nature shows? The cheetahs and the gazelles and...

It's natural selection, Ruth.

A moron's a different species than you and me.

We got a right to take 'em out.

This guy...

he's a downright numbskull

for leaving that shit under his bed to begin with.

You agree?

- You agree? - Yeah, I agree. I think you're right.

A lot of accidents happen on the lake.

Look for opportunity.

Find the scenario you can control...

and you do what nature intended.

Hey. You'll be fine, Ruthie.

You got me inside you.

Check this.

Holy shit.

Good?

You could sell this.

- Serious? - Mm-hmm!

I mean, you got the eyes in the exact right spot.

You tapered the edges.

Guys would spend five or six bucks for that.

Some suckers, a lot more.

Well, they... they could buy a factory fly for 30 cents,

do the job just fine.

Why they buy that?

Because rich people are always looking for new ways to spend their money.

- Okay. - Hey.

Listen...

I've been thinking about opening a shop down here for a while now.

Bait and tackle. Sell two-handed rods, waders...

all kinds of gear.

Hand-tied flies like this.

What would you say about coming in with me on this?

You and me in business?

Why not?

We'd be stuck.

So?

No, man. I mean, we'd need... we'd need capital.

It'd cost a lot up front.

No. It doesn't have to be a big place.