Ozark

Attention, Superstore shoppers.

Stock up on cold weather gear,

now ten percent off with our September Super Savings Sale.

Hey, sport. How can I help?

- Hi. - Hi.

Wanna handle her first, or you ready to buy?

I'm ready.

You got a photo ID?

All right. Just gonna need you to fill this out here.

Pen there. There you go.

You want a scope and a sling for that, too?

Yes, please.

Does make for a nicer profile.

Now this sling might give you a little trouble.

These little spring clips...

If you need any assistance, just let me know.

There you go. Let's see this.

Think you made a mistake here. This one.

See, I can't sell this to you

if you're acquiring it on behalf of someone else.

Think you meant to check that box?

That's the one.

All right. You want a high-capacity magazine with that?

- Okay. - Good call.

Okay, you're all set.

Have a Superstore day!

I got it.

Thanks, man.

- I'll call you later. - Okay.

You promise you'll keep that safety on?

I promise.

- See ya. - See ya.

You kids ready? We're gonna be late.

I can't find my Chucks.

Well, pick some different shoes, 'cause we're leaving, okay?

Jonah, do you hear me? We gotta go, pal. Come on.

I poured you a cup.

Thank you.

Do you want me to go to the church with you today?

Uh, no, it's okay. I can deal with Nix myself.

- You didn't need to sleep on the couch. - I felt like I should.

Charlotte, Jonah, get a move on.

He just sits there.

Who is he?

Is he dangerous?

Uh, no. He's not dangerous. He's a colleague.

Why don't you wave to him?

What, Buddy?

Oh, nothing.

I was just thinking...

if my ex-wife and I had had it out like that...

we might still be together.

Anyway...

the two of you are up to your ballsacks in drama, tell you that.

Burn patterns point to this spot right here.

Used an accelerant, probably gasoline.

What my fire guy says, anyway.

You know anyone might want to burn this place down?

Mr. Byrde?

Uh, can't think of anyone, no.

And you intend to collect insurance on this property?

Mm-hmm. Yeah. I got a, uh, builder's risk policy,

but we weren't that far into construction,

so I doubt it's even gonna cover the cost to clear the site.

Yeah, well, you won't be clearing the site anytime soon, anyway.

This arson investigation, it'll take a while.

I've got a... I got a crew coming in

to haul all this stuff away this afternoon.

Well, sorry. No can do.

Sheriff, you don't understand. I've got a contract to clear this property.

Well, and you don't understand, I have an active crime scene.

Which means your work is gonna have to wait.

End of story.

Excuse me.

And change to you.

Thank you.

I convinced the pastor to go back out onto the water.

You didn't have to burn that goddamn place down.

Plus, I could have bulldozed it, you know.

I could have used the expenses.

That's what that place is about, the expenses.

Without expenses, I can't launder.

And if I can't launder, my boss gets pissed off. Understand?

Now the whole fucking site's on lockdown for an arson investigation.

We didn't burn down your church. Mason did.

- Thanks again, Jacob. - Pleasure, Tim.

Mason burned it down?

It was a gesture, Martin.

Some people understand the importance of gestures.

You didn't convince Mason of shit. We did.

Fact, all you did was tell him about our operation.

A fact which, quite frankly, makes us question your intelligence.

You gave us distribution, but you stole our anonymity.

So you wanna know what we did? We stole yours.

Told Mason all about you.

And by the looks of those ashes,

the good pastor wants nothing to do with your dirty money.

Be grateful it was only your church that went up in flames.

Why is there a Mexican sitting on your house?

Agent Evans.

I remember.

Last chance for witness protection.

Excuse me?

We're moving on your husband, Wendy.

With or without you.

I don't understand what you're talking about.

The wave's about to crash on him.

I'm throwing you a life raft.

Take it.

Maybe I'll go introduce myself to that Mexican man.

Oh, you know, I really don't think that'd be in your best interest.

- Mine? - 'Cause you see,

if we are who you say we are, and that man is who you suspect he is,

then you alerting him to your identity as an FBI agent

only serves to have my family killed.

You'd lose your alleged witnesses,

who you so desperately need for whatever it is you're after.

And, you know, I bet that's why you tracked me down here at work...

instead of approaching me at home, within his view.

You have a very good day.

Looks good, right?

Morning.

You know, I been thinking.

There's a lot of good fishing spots in this country.

Towns a lot better than this one.

Rivers that really run.

- Cleaner lakes, in places that are... - Hey, Russ.

Places that... me and you could...

That we could be.

There's this spot in Oregon.

I'm sure we could get an investor and...

Russ, stop.

I need you to hear something.

Promise me that you won't try to kill Martin Byrde again.

I need the words.

- Why is... - Just listen.

I won't try to kill Marty Byrde again.

What is that?

Well, it amounts to a confession.

No, but why do you have it?

I'm an FBI agent.

And I have you on conspiracy to commit murder.

What the fuck?

Class B felony in Missouri is five to 15 years...

Fuck you talking about?

I don't want you to serve that.

I've got a way you don't have to. I need Martin Byrde.

What?

You help me get him, and they will cut you a deal.

You understand what's happening right now?

Russ.

- I don't know shit about Byrde. - Ruth does.

Get something on Ruth that'll force her to turn State's against him.

You've already got her for the dock.

- I didn't see her rig it. - You saw it rigged.

- It's not the same. - But she did it.

- She told me she did it. - That's hearsay.

Without real evidence, I need a confession.

I can't breathe.

- Here. Here, here, here. - I can't fucking breathe.

Just drink some water.

Fuck you, you faggot fuck!

- You fucking turned me! - I...

You fucking turned me!

Get the fuck off me!

Stay down!

You think I just happened to be right next to you

when I needed somebody who knew the lake? Huh?

I found you.

'07, Jeff City.

You were arrested for picking up a 19-year-old male prostitute.

So, no. No, I did not fucking turn you.

Now you work with me...

or everyone's gonna know about it.

Now I'm gonna get up.

And when I do, I advise you to remember you're dealing with a federal agent.

Sign them.

Permission to bug your trailer.

A garbage truck?

Yeah. She was taking the open house sign to the front of the yard.

Oh, my God.

- It's my fault. I picked a fight. - No.

Well, I did.

It is, 'cause I was telling her about you and Marty,

and how you two are married, and...

just to mess with her and...

she was being mean.

And childish. It was...

- so stupid. - Oh, Sam.

And I fired her.

- You fired... - Yeah.

Do not blame yourself.

I'm never gonna be able to take out the garbage without thinking about her.

Sam, should you go home?

I mean, I can... I can cover things here.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Are you hungry? Have you eaten today?

I can... I can go pick something. I can bring it by.

Those cheese hash browns from the Pancake House.