The Riches

Previously on The Riches...

And where the hell is my best friend, Doug Rich?

You can't bribe Pete.

I have to try.

What did you do with Pete?

You killed him.

I hit him, and then... But he fought back.

You smashed his skull in with a hammer!

I feel real bad about that.

What if someone comes looking for him?

You said he didn't have any friends.

- He's got a mother. - I didn't think about his mother.

What happened to Pete?

- Did he take the money? - Pete's fine. Everything's all right.

Pete went home.

Look at this. Bayou hills.

It's the deal of a lifetime, Doug.

$150 million,

and you cash in on $13 million.

$13 million?

All we got to do is be the Riches for a few months,

the deal closes, we cash in, check out, and adios.

Just like any other con.

So, what have you got for me?

I got Wayne Malloy wrapped around my little finger.

Bollocks. Wayne Malloy would never give you that job.

He's not stupid.

Jesus!

I want you to tell Wayne

to get me a job at Panco,

or you're going back to prison.

- So, that's our new mail boy? - Guess so.

I'm scared all the time.

- Of what, darling? - I don't know.

I just got a feeling something bad's gonna happen.

Holy mother of shit. It's Eamon Quinn.

- I think you ought to leave. - Little Ginny Dannegan.

It's my fault that Dale can do this to us.

I'm Dahlia Malloy.

And I'm a...

I'm a parole violator.

You heard I was cool?

Yeah.

- Mark said you were cool. - Mark who?

Mark from the A.A.

Mark from the A.A.?

He said

that you understand how life can get real complicated.

And...

Well, see, my life is real complicated.

I didn't check in with my,

parole officer before I left Alabama.

You got out of jail when?

Three months ago.

But I wanted to get in touch with him. I did.

You see, my husband, he's a drinker,

and he left me when I was in jail, and he took my kids. And...

Well, I've been looking for him ever since here in Louisiana.

And I was desperate because my son...

He's...

Well, he takes a medication that my husband doesn't accept.

You know, he's in denial that my child is very very sick, that he has...

He has cancer.

No.

He has a real rare blood disease.

It's,

when your immune system turns on your blood.

Called?

Jesus Christ.

- I'm so sick of the bullshit. - It's called hemoblastinoma!

- Clark! - No, no! Come on.

Parole violator.

Outstanding warrant.

You can't do this! I'm honest! I came here of my own free will.

You can't do this to me. I want a lawyer.

You do now? For what?

So he can look up hemoblastinoma?

The one thing I hate

is when somebody looks me in the eye

and bullshits me,

because it disrespects me.

- I didn't mean no disrespect. - Don't even start!

Jesus Christ!

I wish one of you people would have the guts

to look me in the eye and say, "You know what?"

"I screwed up."

"not because my kid was sick or my mother was dying,

but because I'm a lowlife

and screwing up is what I do!"

"and I'm sorry."

I am sorry!

It's just what I am.

I wanted to tell you the truth.

I swear to God, on Jesus on the cross.

I wanted to tell you the truth. I was just scared to.

I just want a chance,

you know,

to change my life.

And I want to stop lying.

It's really...

damn hard to stop lying.

And it just, it eats up your soul, and it destroys you,

and it destroys everyone around you who you love.

Shit.

You got 24 hours.

What's it?

6:42.

You got till 6:42 tomorrow to get your skinny ass a real job

and a real place to live

with written proof and references I can visit in person.

If you can show up with that job for a month...

Maybe I'll...

take over your file.

Thank you, officer. You won't regret it.

If you don't call me in 24 hours with a job and a place to live,

i'll send your mug shot out to every cop in Louisiana,

and you will be hunted...

down.

We clear?

Yes, sir.

SLUMS OF BAYOU HILLS

Roughly 8% of the 3,000 public-school teachers

in st. Tammany parish leave every year,

so hiring 250 to 300 new teachers is quite routine.

But this year the parish has a few critical needs.

Oh, man.

Hell.

Dahlia, you are a moron.

Gentlemen, this is...

people for this opportunity...

Considering our relationship with the mayor's office...

Jesus Christ. You scared the shit out of me.

I got to talk to you.

I didn't hear you come in last night.

Well...

I was at Hugh's until almost 1:00.

He's getting ready for that investors' meeting?

Yeah.

And...

he kind of...

he thinks that Gigi stole his mojo.

I have to try and talk him into the idea

that his mojo is actually in the deal.

I thought they had investors for like $150 million.

Out on the golf course.

Apparently they haven't signed yet,

so I was up all night trying to memorize 55 pages

of real-estate bullshit.

Now I got to go in early so aubrey can drill me

on the growth-and-conservation act of 2006.

I got to talk to you.

Okay, so, I did something stupid.

It came from a good place,

so I think you'll understand, but I'm just...

This parole thing is just hanging over my head,

I've been thinking i'm sick of being scared.

There's nothing to be scared of.

Can we talk about this when we get to work?

No, I got to talk about it now.

I'm not going to work today.

No, you're going to work today early

- in case something goes wrong. - What?

This is the setup to the whole deal.

Dahlia, we need to do this together,

and I can't do it without you.

Dad, there's a security guard out front.

He's real pissed off about Cal's tent and fire.

What?

Okay, I need to talk to you.

What the hell is going on?

Hey, I'm really sorry,

but unauthorized bonfires are prohibited by the homeowner's association.

Cal, what's with the tent?

He doesn't want to live in the house anymore.

I'm talking to you, Cal.

Cal, why are you living in a tent in the yard?

He thinks the house is stealing our souls.

Okay, It's just that rule five of the homeowner's code,

prohibits unsightly yard structures.

You see, Cal? You're breaking rule five. Take down the tent.

Holy shit. He's obeying rule five.

Take the tent down, Cal.

I am about to nail the biggest deal of my life,

and I do not need this shit from you because I am working my ass off, okay,

and I have put everything on the line for this family.

All right. Thanks, cap'n Crunch.

- We got it from here, okay? - Okay.

What is your problem?

Haven't you caused enough trouble around here?

Jesus Christ, Cal, the world does not revolve around you!

Just the man I was looking for.

You were right, Doug.

I got in bed last night, and I did not get in bed alone.

Hey there, sugar tits.

Built like a brick shit house.

Got in bed with this smoking-hot deal memo.

So...

The deal, talked to you?

$150 million.

You were so right, Doug.