Bloodline

Can't believe it. You're a big flower lover, aren't you?

Hey, have you ever grown butterfly lilies?

Oh, they're amazing. Incredible.

Because, see, they-- They're really about rebirth and transformation.

But here's the thing:

They only bloom year after year

if you're good to them. Huh? How about that?

It's late, Mr. Delveccio.

Yeah, I know. I know it's late. I know. It's almost too late, huh, Sally?

I don't have anything to say to you,

except that I would appreciate it if you would leave this property right now.

You know what? You were great up there.

On the stand.

Real good. Strong.

Or so I hear.

Okay, come on, let's-- Let's cut to the chase, okay?

Eric is not the killing type.

We both know that. He's not like me.

Or the way I was anyway.

And you know what?

It's okay, because he's done plenty of shit that he never got busted for.

Okay.

Eric has been walking around life weighted down by all the shit he's done,

it's finally caught up with him,

and it's about time. But it's gonna catch up with you too, Sally.

I know you know this, I know you do,

because you're a smart broad.

Thing is, I don't know if you're smart enough to know you're running out of time.

-I'm calling the police. -Sally, come on.

Come on, Sally.

You're in danger, okay? Just call him.

-Who? -Mr. Lopez.

Father Lopez. Call him, will you?

I've seen you and him in that confessional thing.

Come on, before it's too late, before you run out of time.

-I don't know what you're talking about. -I'm not leaving

until I know that you heard what I'm saying.

-I'm listening. -I know.

But listening is different that hearing, Sally. Which one did you do?

I heard you.

-I heard you. -Well, good.

Good, that's all I wanted.

Is that so hard?

Okay? That's all I wanted.

I don't know how to start.

It's very simple.

You say what you have done and through me, the Lord will forgive you.

That's it?

Anything can be forgiven.

John Rayburn, open up.

Boston PD. Come on, Rayburn.

I know you're in there.

Come on, Rayburn.

You're charged with breaking a promise to visit during the year.

-What are you doing? -You don't return my calls.

We figured it was time for an intervention.

From the looks of things, not a moment too soon.

-Jeez, it smells in here. -What the fuck are you doing here?

What are you doing here? That's more the question.

So anyway, I followed the case.

O'Bannon took a plea.

That's gotta be a kick in the fucking cojones , huh?

Don't know, thought the department would've pushed for a max sentence.

-It's a complicated case. Is Vonnie here? -I bet it was a complicated case.

So, what do you think?

-O'Bannon good for it? -What the fuck you talking about?

-I don't know. Talk about it over dinner. -I'm not going to fucking dinner, Mike.

I don't give a fuck that you and Diana are having some troubles, all right?

It's called a marriage. You-- You put your pants on, act like an adult,

-have dinner with your friends. -I'm not going to dinner with Diana.

-Yeah, you are. -No, I'm not.

Did you ever come to visit me? No. Do I got a problem with that? No.

But if you ever found me in a place like this,

some lonely as fuck motel, would you just leave me there?

No, you wouldn't, because that would be a shitty thing to do to a friend.

Look, I'm gonna come and pick you up.

Gonna drag you out, we're gonna have dinner.

And we skipped the 24th,

but let's stay on point. It's our 25th year of friendship, all right?

Clean yourself up. I'll see you tomorrow.

Mike, what the fuck did that mean?

What did what mean?

"O'Bannon, is he good for it?" What does that mean? He was guilty.

What do I know? I'm retired.

Sure he was, Johnny. Sure he was.

See you tomorrow.

What do you see, Kevin?

Uh, uh...

I don't know. It looks pretty run down.

You know what I see?

I see the future, son.

Your future.

Knock that shed down.

Clean it all up.

This is gonna be a prime site for a mixed-use marina.

I heard you had that idea one time for the boatyard.

-Yes, I did. -Now you can help me make it happen.

I want you to manage the project for me.

-Are you fucking kidding me? -

-Wow. Yes, thank you. Yes. -Yeah. Yes.

I think we should start looking at some real estate for yourself and Belle.

I mean, it feels good to buy things.

You know, it's funny.

The last thing I ever wanted turned out to be, like...

the best thing that ever could have happened to me.

-Except for having Rocky, you know? -Sometimes things need to break,

so you can repair them.

But here's the thing: Sometimes you also need to take a risk...

in order to achieve your dreams.

Yeah? Yeah, I get that.

Remember our Cuban friends?

Hard to forget.

I'm involved with them in something big.

I need it to go through in order to finance this project.

Okay.

But, uh...

there have been some hitches

in the deal.

I need you to help.

I don't know, Roy. Ah...

I'm finally free of all that shit, you know?

Well, of course.

You wouldn't have to do anything...

you're uncomfortable about. I mean, I wouldn't put you in that position.

But this project here...

could be worth millions.

And you'd have a substantial piece of that.

The Cubans loved you, Kevin.

They're coming in tomorrow.

Go over this file,

see if there's a connection to that missing person.

Hey, excuse me, excuse me. You got a Sharpie on you?

-Why? -

I know who did the Winn Dixie jobs. He don't look like that.

-You're here to make a report? -Oh, no, sir. No.

But I am here to talk to Detective Rayburn. John Rayburn?

Well, he's not handling that case.

I still gotta talk to him.

He's off for a couple days. Why don't you talk to another detective?

-What's your name? -Oh, man.

Shoot. You know what, um...

I forgot that I had this other appointment. Um...

Know what, I'll see him when I see him.

Hey, babe.

Hi, hon. I got lobsters for dinner.

Check these babies out.

Look at this.

Huh? Huh? Beautiful.

Listen. I, uh...

I have some news. I saw Roy Gilbert today.

And he made me a proposition.

He wants me to manage this brand-new

project that he has going on.

A mixed-use marina.

Ton of money.

Honey, this could change everything for us.

How?

Bigger house, for starters. We were talking about having another baby.

This could make that happen.

I mean, it's huge, hon.

How was your day?

Belle?

I've been thinking...

I've been thinking about...

...the day my father died.

What's going on?

I was six.

-I know. You told me this. -I didn't tell you this part. We were...

so happy. We were about to fly for the first time for a family vacation.

We were going to Arizona.

And me and my sisters were out in the front yard,

playing tag and running through the sprinklers.

And my mom called us in, and she told us

that he had been killed in a truck accident.

Honey, you okay?

Ever since, I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It's like I can't...

trust happiness because I know it could be taken away any second.

Hey, hey.

What's going on with you?

I've been so happy with you and Rocky.

Do you love me?

What kind of question is that?

You know I love you. Of course I love you.

What would I have to do for you to leave me?

I don't know what you're asking me. I'm not gonna leave you.

I love you, you can trust me.

Look, Belle, I'm not gonna take your happiness away.

You're hungry. Let me get dinner started, okay?

Did you kill Marco?

-What? -You lied on the stand.

I found the papers with your...

-made-up testimony that you memorized. -Belle.

That's all over now, okay?

It's not... over for me, Kevin.

I'm leaving you...