Ozark

Over here! Help!

Quick, hurry!

Hurry up! This way!

Hurry!

– Ma'am. Ma'am? – What's wrong with her?

We don't know yet, son.

Pinpoint pupils.

Do you know what kind of drugs she was taking?

– Resp in the toilet. You wanna intubate? – No, let's bag her first.

Go ahead. Give it to her.

(SOBBING) Is she dead?

Hey, Eddie, you got any Oxy?

No Oxy. Got some H, though.

– I don't want that shit. – Well, suit yourself.

Wait.

Fly safe.

Eddie, what's up?

Hey, man. – Wanna hit it?

Nah, I'm good, man.

How much? – Half-load.

– (CHUCKLES) Ooh! Business been good. – Fuck, yeah.

– What you do with your profits? – Shit, I don't know, man.

– Spending it. – You smart, you get in the market.

I got a broker. I can hook you up.

– No, I think I'm good, man. – You sure?

– Yeah, dude. I gotta run. Marco. – Hey.

– Fuck, yeah. – What?

My broker told me to short Weight Watchers,

...and it just went down 12%. (CHUCKLES)

You got a broker?

You gotta clean your money somehow, man.

– Hey, look, I'll send you his email. – Okay.

Yeah, baby! – ( CHEERING )

– It's party time! Hit it!

Morning, ladies.

– We ready? – Mm-hmm.

Looking good.

Call the Mexicans.

Enlighten my eyes...

...or I shall sleep the sleep of death.

Hey, Zeke.

Want some eggs?

Hey.

Marty.

No, thank you.

Some coffee would be great, though, please.

How long is he staying with us?

Just until they can find a suitable home for him.

So, people just give us babies indefinitely?

– What, like we're such the model family? – Okay.

Easy on the sarcasm. We told you.

Mason asked us to help him out.

Where you goin'?

Wyatt's.

I thought Ruth told you to stay away from him.

I don't care.

In case you've forgotten, it was Wyatt that got expelled for protecting Jonah.

That's not our fault. Bullshit.

– Hey. Jonah didn't get expelled.

They threw out Wyatt because he's a Langmore.

I suppose you think that that's fair.

Well, none of it's fair.

Jonah, would you take the baby in the other room?

I wanna talk to your father.

Come on, buddy.

Did you get any sleep?

She's right about Wyatt, you know?

Well, we have other problems.

Beecher's report to the commission.

It's as bad as we expected.

Marty, we've gotta get ahead of this,

...or else the casino's gonna go down in flames.

What do you wanna do?

Wilkes isn't returning my calls.

You know, I used to think that we were, uh, different than them.

You know, these people that we work for.

And, um...

Hey.

We are different from them.

You saved my life.

Mason would've killed me otherwise.

And you are the one, who has always said,

"People make choices."

Mason's wife didn't have a choice.

Our kids, they didn't have a choice.

Okay, well, we have to concentrate, on the casino.

– So, I am going to go see Wilkes. – ( CELL PHONE RINGING )

– Hello. – Can you look after the baby...

...while I'm gone?

Jesus, is she dead?

I'll be right there.

What?

Rachel OD'd.

I gotta go.

I just wanted to thank you for what you did.

I know you didn't sign up for this. It's all been a nightmare.

Pretty weird kidnapping when the victim gets to keep the ransom.

He gave it to us.

He was going on the run, and he knew he couldn't take care of the baby.

I have no idea whether to believe you or not.

– I'm sorry you feel that way. – Yeah.

Have you heard about the Beecher letter?

Oh, yeah, I heard about it.

The casino's doomed.

The commission will never approve it.

– Unless you interceded. – Yeah.

Nope, can't do it.

– (CHUCKLES) Can't or won't? – It's too late.

What about your offer? Is it still on the table?

– Come on, Wendy. – No, I'm serious.

You would leave Marty?

If it kept him safe. Him and the kids.

You said you'd do anything to get that final vote on the casino.

I always wondered if you were lying.

Try me.

It's gone too far.

Are you wearing a wire?

Fuck you.

The EMTs took it off me.

Okay.

I didn't know you were using.

Yeah, well, it's not your problem.

I'm not a fucking junkie, so don't worry about it.

Nix said that he thought that the dope was spiked.

So?

So, it's not your fault, okay?

None of it is.

I'm really sorry, that I got you involved in all of this.

Yeah, well, no offense, Marty, but that don't really mean shit.

You're right.

You know, when I, first came-to, I was relieved.

I was like...

"Well, that's good. I didn't die."

Then I was like...

"What the fuck now?"

Hey.

What if I can get you out?

The cartel doesn't know about you.

I don't know. I'm just really tired.

I know. I know.

Then let me help.

I can't fuck it up any worse.

That's the hearse Wendy was driving in.

They could've moved that dough anywhere.

You think you can handle that Keebler Elf-looking motherfucker?

Only one way to find out.

– Hi, Harry. – Ruth, hi.

You here for the invoices?

No, I actually need to talk to you about something.

Come on in.

Um, it's kind of weird.

Weird?

Well, confidential-like.

Oh. Do tell.

Do you like what you do, Harry?

I never wanted to be anything else. Why?

Well...

...you know, I work in the strip club, and...

I've just been thinking about job security.

I mean, that's not something I really wanna do for the rest of my life.

Not like what you do.

Well, that's the thing about our business.

You never run out of customers.

To tell the truth, not everyone has the stomach for it.

I got a pretty strong fucking stomach.

Pardon my French.

Why don't you come back with me?

I'll show you what we do. Come on.

What's the line?

Eagles and three?

No, fuck the spread.

I told you before, I'll tell you again, man.

They just a fluke.

Yeah, let me get three large on the Browns.

– ( CRASHING ) FBI! Everybody down!

Don't move! Don't move! Don't move!

– Hands! Freeze! Drop it! – Put your hands up.

The latest update is 22 fatalities, seven more in critical condition.

Fentanyl mixed with heroin.

Upstairs is getting their asses kicked.

No one cared as long as the minority communities were the ones dying, but...

...once it hit Northwestern...

Do we have a source yet?

We're rolling up as many mid-level and street dealers as we can.

The ODs seem to be limited to the Navarro Cartel's territory.

With all due respect, it doesn't sound like Navarro.

For all you who haven't had the pleasure, this is Agent Petty.

He's been undercover down in Lake Ozark for the past few months,

...that is, until one of his, informants blew his cover.

Our theory is they're amping the dope with fentanyl.

Maybe they overdid it.