The First World War was started by a sandwich. On June 28th, 1914, Gavrilo Princip, one of seven conspirators, failed to blow up the Archduke of Austria with a hand grenade. Demoralized, Gavrilo stopped for lunch at Schiller's delicatessen on Franz Joseph Street in Sarajevo. But as he was eating, the Archduke's driver, lost, pulled up outside the restaurant and stopped. Fate had delivered Gavrilo's target to him, and he would not miss twice.
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
You're talking about doubling the size of the company in six months!
Three months.
It's a lot of debt! Just to line our pockets? Shouldn't we... I'm just sayin'... the more cautious approach. Why not?
Because the shallow end of the pool is where the turds float. Emmit?
No one ever got anywhere stayin' home, Sy.
And what does that mean?
It means we're either doin' this, or we're not doin' this. Whether you step off the board with one foot or two, you still end up in the water.
Okay. But what about the IRS? You said yourself, he's sittin' in a conference room, right now, goin' over the books!
Some books. Not the books.
What the heck does that mean?
Let's just say, for testimonial purposes, it's better that you don't know.
You think the IRS won't - this is what they do! Tax cheats!
Middle managers and movie stars. People who park their money in a Denver Wells Fargo under their mother-in-law's maiden name. But I assure you, the IRS could not unravel an intricate web of shell companies and loan-outs with secret accounts in Monaco, Luxembourg, and the Cook Islands if you gave them the account numbers.
What?
I'm beginning to think that finance is more of a hobby with you.
You win. I'm done. Whatever you want, just tell me. [Ray gapes at him in shock.] I co-signed the mortgage, you think I don't have a key?
Came for my money.
The dalmatian at the bank. You poured her in the trash, the dog. I got her for Grace when she was seven.
Laverne.
She didn't live that long. Car got her, but we'd grown attached.
I was looking for my stamp.
You know, I was thinking about it on the way over. I can't think of a single person doesn't like me, except you.
That's what they say to your face.
No, Ray! I'm a fair man! I treat people honestly, help 'em when they're down!
Them you help!
When did I not help you, kid? Everything you asked! Co-signing the mortgage, repairs for the car!
I'm not less than you. Some child that needs–
Ray, come on. We've done this already. Been doing it for twenty years. Enough. [Pause. Emmit stands up, picking up a picture frame by his feet. He walks over to Ray and shows it to him, revealing the stamp inside. Ray takes it and looks at it.] It's finished, okay? Words said in anger, crimes committed, we've both done things. It's a certain madness, I think. Brotherhood. Buttons you push in me, that I push in you, grudges...but I don't want that anymore. So...I'm giving you the stamp.
[pause] Well, you're not giving it to me.
No, I am.
You can't give me what was mine from the start!
[sighs] Okay.
No, that's...take it. [He holds out the frame.]
It's yours.
I said take it!
I don't want it.
Take the damn stamp! [He pushes the frame into Emmit's chest.]
[shoves him back] Stop!
Take it! [He shoves him again.]
Stop!
[He pushes back, and the frame slams into Ray's face and shatters, dropping to the floor. Ray, dazed, finds a piece of glass in his neck and puts his fingers around it.]
Don't. Don't! [Ray pulls it out, he groans as blood sprays from his neck.] Jesus!
Emmit. E–emmit.
Ray...
[Emmit watches in horror as Ray drops to his knees, lays down, and bleeds to death.]
Mr. Stussy. Do you know what Lenin said about Beethoven's Piano Sonata Number 23? Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov, not the bloody walrus. He said, "I know nothing that is greater than the Appassionata, but I cannot listen too often. It affects one's nerves, and makes one want to say kind, stupid things, and stroke the heads of those who, living in such a foul hell, can create such beauty. Better to beat the person unmercifully over the head." Where are you, Mr. Stussy?
There's been an accident.
Things of consequence rarely happen by accident.
Can you come?
Give me the address and I'll leave immediately.
I'm at Ray's.
Did anyone see you?
I'm so rarely seen, maybe I don't even exist.
[Varga looks over to the living room, where Meemo whistles, having appeared from nowhere and examining Ray's body.]
What's he doing here?
You called for help. This is what help looks like.
I wanted to find his pulse, but I was afraid.
Afraid you'd leave fingerprints? Where else might we find your fingerprints?
Uh, I came in that door.
So the knob, inside and out.
And, uh, that frame, the glass.
MMeemo
Bury the body, missing person?
[walks over and picks up a picture frame] No. Collect the frame and the stamp, and leave the glass. [to Emmit] Is there someplace you're supposed to be right now? [taps Emmit's forehead] Is there someplace you're supposed to be right now?
What time is it? [Varga shows Emmit his watch] A meeting, a dinner.
Which is it, a meeting or a dinner?
Uh, dinner.
With whom?
Sy.
Which restaurant?
Uh, it's in my phone.
Never mind, never mind. Listen, this is important. If the restaurant has a back door, go to the bathroom and wash your face and hands in very cold water, then go the table. That way, if any witnesses see you, they won't be able to time your arrival. Do you understand?
Yeah, but–
Emmit! Look at me. Are you listening?
Yeah.
Your brother...was killed, by his ex-convict girlfriend. He'd been abusing her, you see? Beating her in places that don't show. And tonight she'd had enough, so she cut his throat. And watched him bleed. Now, the police will contact you tonight to inform you of his death. Be upset, not too upset. Volunteer nothing, you haven't seen him for days, you haven't spoken to him–
I called him on his cell.
When?
Yesterday.
Right. Well, there'll be a record of that. Did you speak for long?
Just a few minutes.
All right. Well, it's just a quick call, just to catch up, innit? Be vague.
I didn't mean to.
No one ever does. [to Meemo] Walk him to his car, out in the back. Make sure you're not seen.
Sy tells me you’re in self-storage.
RGRuby Goldfarb
Me and my late husband. We started in mortuaries.
Ah, just another kind of storage, I suppose.
[shows Nikki a picture of Ray's corpse] He’s dead, in case you couldn't tell. Lady cop who printed you said you're a little tender. Around the middle, maybe? Got some bruises. See, I'm a simple guy. When it snows, I put on boots. Sun comes out, I wear shades. I see a girl like you and a guy like that, I think, "Now, how’s a working man with hillbilly hair and a beer belly land Miss State Penitentiary 2010?" And then I get the record. I see the girl has got 18 months’ probation, and the guy with his head half cut off was the schlub who signed the forms. Now it starts to make sense. I mean, stop me if I get it wrong, if this wasn't some kind of tit-for-tat handjob-gets-you-work-release program. If it was, whatever. Love story of the century. No? That’s what I thought. See? Simple things. Cause and effect, crime and punishment. Mash a potato, you know what you get? Mashed potatoes.
I want a lawyer.
Yeah? Well, that’s a mistake. Think it through. The evidence, shared domicile, you, a known felon, spinning a web of lies. History of domestic violence with a beer-drinking loser. You don’t have to be a mathematician to add two plus two. No. Your best bet? Tearjerker. What a monster he was. How he beat you every night where it wouldn’t show.
[Nikki says nothing]
[sighs] Okay. We’re done. I’ll leave the picture, in case you're the type of girl who likes to take pride in her work.
Either you’re on vacation ‘til the handover - take some time to grieve, be with your family, Merry Christmas, all that - or start looking for another job.
Happy holidays, sir.
That’s what I thought.
Sy said your husband died.
That's not—we don't need to...
RGRuby Goldfarb
It's fine. My Walt. It'll be a year in May since he passed. Did you lose someone?
Stella. 25 years. She left last week. Sex tape. Not a real one, of course—I mean, it was a real sex tape, but not my, y'know... forgery. To the end of securing a payout. Which, y'know, that's the price of it, I guess, being rich.
RGRuby Goldfarb
I don't know...
Enemies, I'm sayin'. Not at first. First come the well-wishers with their fake smiles. Then, the richer you get, here come the deadbeats with their hands out.
You know, it's getting pretty late...
The jackals laughing in the dark, trying to pick the meat off your bones.
Check, please!
RGRuby Goldfarb
Money is a blessing and a curse.
No, don't blame money! It's people. Sore losers. Making up stories about how we're villains. The dreamers, the hard workers. In the office before dawn. Toiling, saving... Ebenezer Scrooge and the like. Have you heard of the vile maxim?
RGRuby Goldfarb
No...
"All for ourselves and nothing for other people is the vile maxim of the masters of mankind." You think a rich man wrote that?
PMPaul Marrane
Shartis.
Huh?
PMPaul Marrane
"Job sat on his dung heap, covered in boils..."
Mister, it's been a long day...
PMPaul Marrane
They're all long. That's the nature of existence. Life is suffering. I think you're beginning to understand that.
Amen.
PMPaul Marrane
Can I show you something?
[Marrane reaches into a box and pulls out an orange kitten]
Aww!
[Marrane hands the kitten to Nikki, who cuddles it]
PMPaul Marrane
Ray is the cat.
What?
PMPaul Marrane
His name. I call him Ray. I know, that's not really a cat's name, but when I looked at him, that's the name that stuck. But this is how it is, I think.
Emmit. Emmit, are you listening?
Yes.
You won.
I won? What did I win?
Life.
I want you to picture an island, a tropical island. Somewhere warm. The South Pacific, perhaps. Can you see it? Now, I want you to imagine that on this island, one day in September 1945, a load of paper fell from the sky. Leaflets dropped in their hundreds by the Allied forces to tell the Japanese soldiers stationed there that the war was over. The Emperor has surrendered. But down below, one man refused to believe. Lieutenant Hiroo Onoda. A man of honor, values. And as the rest of the world went about its business - 1946, '47, '50, '64, '71 - as peace was made and a Cold War fought, Hiroo Onoda battled on. A tireless soldier of the Emperor's Imperial Army, and the last man to die for an ideal.
[tearfully, about Ray] He was just a boy. He used to follow me around after school - "Emmit, play with me. Emmit, watch this."
Is the Bible a children's book? What we're doing here, the sober affairs of men. These are feats of great strength and cunning and fortitude. Not child's play, not "the best you can do". Nobody remembers the second man to climb Mt. Everest. That's it. Sleep now. Everything will be clearer in the morning.
He played tennis.
Ray?
Our dad. At his club, rain or shine, every Saturday. He had that thing all dads have after 30 years of wearing socks, where the hair gets worn away, so he's basically bald from the shins down. [chuckles] I was on the drive, you know, throwing a ball against the house, a tennis ball. Wasn't supposed to, but he was gone, so... And Ray's someplace, kitchen probably, he was always eating, that kid. Real chubby. And then, Dad's home. He had this old Mercedes diesel, you could hear it on the come. So I hide the ball and he pulls in. Not out of the car ten seconds, when down he goes, flat on his face. One minute, he's waving hello, the next, just drops like - like the lights go out. [pause] I killed him.
Your dad?
Ray. First I tricked him, then I killed him. Like no days had passed. Like one thing goes and then another. Like you whack a tennis ball back and forth.
You can't win this game, you do realize that?
I thought you didn't play games.
I'm offering you a fortune, you're asking for a piggy bank. Porquoi?
Because I wanna hurt you, not be your pet. I wanna look you in the face and rip out something you love.
I didn't kill him. You do know that? It was Emmit.
Wasn't Emmit who came for me in the precinct. Wasn't Emmit who flipped that bus.
You know, I didn't have any feeling about you before, but now I'm starting to really dislike you.
Good. [gets up to leave] I'll give you 'til tomorrow to get my money.
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