Ozark

Senator Blake, can we have a word?

Yeah, the word is "no."

The casino bill. You opposed it,

...called it another Charles Wilkes boondoggle.

Why'd you skip the vote?

I had a family emergency.

There are whispers you made a deal with Wilkes.

Whispers? Is that what passes for reporting now?

I'm giving you a chance to clear the record, Senator.

God damn it, do I need to call security?

If you'd just make a statement.

You want my statement?

Here's my statement.

The media can go fuck itself.

Angie, call the Capitol Police.

He is not gonna like how that looks when it leads tonight.

Do I really need to make this call?

Okay, okay. We're leaving.

But this is public property,

– ...and the press is entitled... – ( GUNSHOT )

Oh, my God!

Have you seen it? Yeah. Come on in.

It's running non-stop.

And that reporter, was asking about our bill.

– She was asking about you. – Yeah. She called me for a statement.

What did you say?

What did I say? That it was a tragedy.

My prayers go out to his family. (BREATHES DEEPLY)

Blake had a history of depression, and hospitalizations, okay?

No one knew.

It's a sad fact, but sometimes depressed people kill themselves.

That's what you had on him?

His psychiatric record? That's what you were gonna expose?

He was in a business where there's no room for secrets.

You know that.

Let me get you some coffee.

What is this?

Oh.

I wasn't ready to quite talk about it yet, but, uh...

That's our casino.

Yeah, plus a 300-room hotel, upscale mall, green space.

Hmm. I've been waiting for something.

It's just business, Wendy.

Well, have you talked to the Snells? It's their land.

– I was counting on you for that. – You're counting wrong.

The Snells are proud people. They will never sell.

– They haven't heard my offer. – It doesn't matter.

– We can discuss other possibilities... – There's nothing to discuss.

This is what I want.

I don't wanna fight with you.

You and your husband need this casino. I can deliver it, or I can kill it.

You can't just walk in here like this.

What if I was dressing?

You really think I'm gonna see something that shocks me?

And you got a fucking job to see about.

I'm sorry, I laid hands on you.

You sound like your brother.

Hmm. I just gotta get myself re-socialized, I guess.

There is no excuse.

– Hmm. – Can you forgive me?

You wanna talk about a house, all that shit?

I'll listen.

No.

You're right.

That's not for us.

You know, obviously, we're in the off-season now,

...so most of the work's gonna be maintenance.

Seems to me the eaves need cleaning...

...and the, uh, cabins could use a fresh coat of paint.

Looks like you haven't winterized that dock, either.

There's gonna be hell to pay if we get an early ice storm.

Yeah, that's true.

Listen, um, all that sounds perfect. How soon can you start?

Oh, I'm not interested.

Manual labor, weather stripping cabins, roofing work...

You ever done anything like that?

Ruth said that you were looking for a job.

No. I need a paycheck, an employer, as per conditions of my parole.

– I see. – Mmm.

You expect me to just give you that without the work part of the work?

It seems about right, after all my daughter done for you.

I'm not sure I follow.

I think you do.

Patricide was my crime. I learned that word in the prison library.

But what the fuck is the word for a girl killing her uncles?

I'm sorry things didn't work out for you here.

I'd think about that offer if I was you.

I don't need to.

That's Elena Del Rio under that veil,

...stepping out of an Escalade.

Mexico's archbishop blessing her.

Jorge Mendoza and a few others, entering the cathedral.

They don't have a body, but this was definitely Del's memorial service.

Financial structure, Agent Evans?

We've made some progress from last time.

We now know Paradise LP, a limited Delaware company,

...is owned, at least in part, by this numbered company...

...that we've named El Diablo.

Based in Mexico City.

– Who's the other owner of Paradise? – That's the billion dollar question.

Some operating capital recently came out of Bermuda...

...by way of Singapore and Panama.

A pattern that we're hoping to trace to Martin Byrde.

Agent Petty? – Uh, I have a good new CI.

How's this one different than the last?

Other than not being dead.

Well, they're much closer to Byrde. Better access to the books.

Revised time line?

A month to a warrant. Two, tops.

Agent Evans, do you concur?

Two or three months, seems possible.

Do better than you've been doing.

See you all in a month.

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey.

Thanks for the backup.

With the shit you pulled,

...you're lucky I haven't taken your knees out.

Well, what are you waiting for? Go. Follow.

You mind telling me what you were thinking...

...by telling your dad about Russ and Boyd?

I mean, isn't the idea that, if you wanna get away with something,

...you don't tell anyone?

I don't know, Marty, if you say so.

I must have ditched that day in crime school.

Hey, Ruth, he's using it to try to extort me,

...so I'd like to know why you decided to tell him.

He figured it out, okay?

– How? – I don't know. He just did.

Well, how did you explain killing his brothers?

I told him the truth. I thought Russ was a fucking rat.

What are you talking about?

I found a bug in his trailer. That shit didn't get there by accident.

You found a bug in Russ' trailer?

You didn't think that you should mention that to me, Ruth?

He's fucking dead.

Okay, but whoever he was working with,

...unless you killed them too, is probably still around.

Hello.

We ain't open till 1:00.

Hello. Anybody here?

Touch-squirts always show up here early. It's a fucking thing.

– Black Label, rocks, Calvin? Ruth.

Hey. Ruth.

– You Martin Byrde? – Yeah.

You're hereby shut down, pursuant to Missouri Statute 573537.

"Improper layout"?

Fire hazard. Ingress and egress and all that.

We'll just move some tables around.

You're gonna have to take it up with the state board.

There's missing fire-retardant insulation in half the cabins.

We also have concerns about the dock wiring,

...considering the recent deaths.

(STUTTERS) That wiring was fixed the day after it happened.

– I don't understand why that's a problem. – Not by someone licensed by the county.

Are you the owner?

'Cause every piece of paper I have here lists the owner as Rachel Garrison.

Yeah, yeah. Well, she's... You know, she's away, but I'm a partner.

I'm a silent partner, so...

Well, you can go back to being silent. I need Miss Garrison.

– ( CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS ) – Well, you know, she is away, sir.

Well, I'd give her a call.

Tell her she's shut down until she gets in touch with our department.

Shut down? Hang on. She's not reachable, and I'm fully auth...

Hey, Tuck...

...when's the last time you spoke to Rachel?

They hit the funeral home, too?

What did they say?

"Unusually high levels of, dioxin and mercury in the surrounding soil"?

I mean, it's just...

It's not a coincidence. Somebody is targeting us.

Could be whoever was working with Russ Langmore.

It's somebody with pull. Three state agencies all at the same time?

It's not the Snells. It's not KC mob. They have no reason to hit us.

What about Wilkes?

Wilkes?

He finally made his ask. I wasn't very receptive.

What was his ask?

He wants to build a hotel and a shopping mall next to the casino.

The Snells are never gonna go for that.

That's what I told him. And then he threatened us.

So he's just gonna jam up, hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash,

...and I gotta, explain that to Chicago and to the Snells?

– They're not gonna be happy about that. – We can get another business.

Where?

I think I might have something.

Well, appreciate it. Thank you, Ruth.

But, you know, we gotta get this up and running.

Wendy, why don't you go talk to Wilkes, please,

...and see if you can work something out.

I'll see if the Snells have any, wiggle room at all.

We've gotta go pick up the kids.

Fuck.

I don't see why I have to pay for a B plus, dude.

I wrote you an 89 paper. You have a 78 average.

C to an A too fast and they're gonna find out.

Then we're all screwed and my business goes bust.

I want a solid A, on my history project, though.

Where's your sister? Wyatt's.

Is that a new friend?

– Sorta. – Oh.