Ozark

Answer the phone.

This is Wendy. Leave a message.

They put up a cross.

They put up a cross. Jesus fuck...

I'm going to the Youngs'.

- If you are satisfied with your message... - Shut the fuck up.

Hi.

- Yeah. I know it. I know it. I know it. - They put up a cross, Mr. Byrde.

- We told you, not a single nail. - Yeah. I heard every word.

I'm gonna take the cross down. I'm gonna keep him on the water. Okay?

- Hey, there. How's it going? - Hi.

Um, how you doing, pastor? You know the Snells?

Of course. Jacob, Darlene. How's it going?

You know, I was, uh... I told the Snells that, um, you know...

I'm building you that church because, um...

- You know, 'cause I invest. And, um... - Mm-hmm.

And I told them that I would also invest a very generous sum, um...

into their farm.

And so, just like anyone, they wanted to talk to a reliable reference.

Well, uh, Marty's been nothing but a man of his word.

- Oh, thank you. - Thus far.

Thank you. We'll get the permits worked out.

- Hey, Grace. - Hi.

Honey...

What are you doing?

- You should be in bed with your feet up. - Oh, I'm all right, thank you.

What, uh... What's going on?

The Snells are thinking about getting into business with Marty here.

How much you planning on investing in our little homestead?

How much? Boy, I don't know. It's, uh...

You got a... You got an agricultural business

that's looking for reliable distribution,

- sustain you all year long. - Mm-hmm.

I'm thinking $100,000.

I don't think that'd be worth your while.

Why don't we leave the Youngs for now and go negotiate?

Thank you for your reference, pastor.

Darlene, would you mind taking the truck?

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

- This gets done now. - Mm-hmm.

Great.

Y'all have a nice day.

Good day.

You understand punitive interest, don't you, Marty?

$200,000.

$724,000 is all I've got and it's earmarked.

All you got sounds about right.

You been here when the dam's let out?

No, I haven't.

Algae behind those gates comes pouring through the sluices

down to the spillway.

Water temperature in the riverine goes back to its natural state.

Fish swim happy.

They opened the control room to the public when I was ten.

Got on my bike, just about broke my chain to get there.

Heard the sirens,

saw the cranes open the spill gates. A miracle of modern engineering.

I got back home, my dad was ready to beat me.

I had forgotten my chores.

Managed to talk my way out of it by sheer enthusiasm for science.

Well...

- he sounds like he was a reasonable man. - Mm-hmm.

Said he'd break my nose, I did it again.

One year later, they opened the dam again. I skipped my chores again.

Shirked my responsibilities.

You know what my dad did?

Did he break your nose?

Invasive species wreak havoc on our ecosystem,

none worse than the European starling.

In 1890, a Bronx-born theater enthusiast named Eugene Schieffelin

took it upon himself to introduce all aviary species

mentioned in Shakespeare's plays to the American continent.

He began by releasing 100 starlings into New York's Central Park.

The starlings proliferated monumentally.

They devoured entire orchards, costing farmers millions each year.

Today, over 200 million starlings in North America

consume nearly all the eggs of the nearly-extinct eastern bluebird.

More strange, and perhaps, tragic,

starlings are attracted to airplane engines

and can incapacitate in the blink of an eye.

Caitlin and Ava got into Mr. Hundley's drama class.

You'll find your people, sweetie. Just give it time.

Please don't say, "Just give it time."

Can I kill starlings?

- What? - If I get a hunting license this semester?

Honey, I don't want you shooting anything.

You're supposed to kill starlings.

They're invaders. They steal nests and peck unhatched eggs.

- Please stop talking. - Charlotte.

If you kill one female, you've stopped the production of 11 birds.

Okay. I'll be back later.

- I love you. - Love you.

It's just a school.

You're good at school.

- Did you brush your teeth? - I got gum.

I can't pick your asses up after school today. I gotta see my dad.

Sure you don't wanna let that bruise heal first?

He said today, so today it is.

They're gonna be fuckin' late on the first day again.

School's a waste anyway. They read all the wrong shit.

Oh, that'll play great in a job interview.

Meet me in the truck. I wanna talk to Ruth a sec.

Hey, wait. In case you guys get hungry.

Thanks.

You seein' Cade today?

If you didn't wanna worry, you shouldn't have fuckin' hit me.

I reacted fast, without thinking.

They're gonna be late.

An accessory.

That is what she's gonna make you. An accessory to murder.

I mean, tell me you understand that.

We'd be opening a bait shop in fuckin' Bora Bora

- by the time the cops came looking for me. - Russ...

I'm gonna get Byrde to invest in our shop. Yours and mine.

Because he's alive and he can give us exactly what we need now.

Not whatever tidbit your niece decides to throw at you 'cause he's dead.

Why... Why are you doing this?

'Cause you're better than you think you are.

You are better than you think you are.

I mean, I don't know how you don't see it.

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

Mm-mm, mm-mm. I need the words.

I won't try to kill Marty Byrde again.

Okay.

It's a terrific new fund, you know.

It's a bunch of real healthy new tech

that I know that you're gonna like, you know?

Yeah, well, listen...

Uh, I get it. Nygard is a... He's a great guy.

Are you kidding me, Don? We gave you 18%.

No one ever even gave you guys 12.

Right. Well, uh, Bruce brought you guys in, so...

Yeah. Uh... I'll tell him if I see him.

Thanks.

Well, uh, listen, is there a better time for us to talk?

'Cause I definitely think it's worth a couple of minutes of your time.

It's a... It's a great fund.

Okay. Yeah. Give my best to Sheri. Bye.

Fifteen years, I look after their money, I do a great job of it,

and all they want is Bruce.

They trusted you with their lives.

You shut down on a moment's notice. They feel betrayed.

So is this new fund gonna fix our Snell problem?

I sure hope so. I mean, I gotta replace every single cent that he took. $724,000.

I figure I siphon off $800,000 from the new fund, I give it to Del.

Soon as he gives me the new batch to launder, I replace what I took.

Unless one of the investors dies in the next month or so,

they won't even notice it was ever gone.

You're all dressed up.

Not really. Just work.

What?

Let her have this one.

It looks like a zombie mermaid pissing in the ocean.

It's gonna be the first thing someone sees when they walk in.

- Wendy... - Sam.

Hi. Sorry to bother you. Are you showing this house today?

- No, I'm sorry. Not till Tuesday. - Oh.

- My bad, then. I'll just come back then. - Okay.

Actually...

would you happen to have any other property similar to this?

Same price range?

- Why, yes, we do. - Oh, that would be great.

- Are you showing them? - We are.

My wife and I just moved in from Boston last week.

If she has to stay in a motel any longer, she's gonna divorce me.

- Sam, I'm gonna... Okay? - Oh. Yeah.

- Come with me. I can take you. - Oh, that's great. Thank you.

Sure.

- Just follow me. I'm Wendy, by the way. - Nice to meet you. Thanks.

You came at the perfect time.

Off-season just started, so we have this influx of good properties.

So, I'm gonna take you to see a place at the Four Seasons,

and then we'll head over to Cedar Crest.

And we'll swing by the main strip. So it's a five-star tour.

When did you stop being Wendy Byrde?

Excuse me, have we met before?

You know how easy it is to find information on people nowadays.

Is that Lakeside High School?

I thought you said you weren't from the area.

Where Jonah and Charlotte go, right?

- Okay, what do you want? - We've been clear.

- Eight million, clean. - At the end of the summer.

Didn't you just say it's an off-season?

September 21st.

And we still have time. We're practically finished.

Deposits have slowed.

Marty hasn't been to the Blue Cat in a while.

Something's off.

You should just accept that our eyes are on you and yours, Ms. Byrde.

Davis. Whoever the fuck you are.

Jesus, Marty, he knows the kids' names.

- What'd he sound like? - Like a scary motherfucker!

Like this is some kind of game to him. You say you know who this is?

- I might. - Oh, God.

Oh, what should we... Oh, God! What can we do?

- No, don't. Listen. We'll get the money. - Jesus. Fuck. How?

Doesn't sound like your old clients are much help.

We'll see. But I'm gonna bulldoze the church.

- We'll start something new. - It'll take time.

- I'll get it. I promise. - Promises aren't gonna save our lives.