Since when is it prudent to try to off your partners before a deal is even finalized? I must have missed that issue of the Harvard Business Review.
I told you, the cartel is gonna do what the cartel is gonna do.
Your job was to find a way to make this deal without the Snells.
I was in the middle of trying to figure out if that's even possible.
I did not say it was done. The Snells poisoned my client's product. My client couldn't allow such brazen disrespect without a proportional response.
We completely understand your client's need for respect.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I mean, your client's little ego trip just completely fucked us. It fucked the casino, and he pissed away $50 million.
It wasn't my decision. I wasn't even informed of it.
Find a way to immediately cut the Snells out of this deal.
We're not salvaging shit.
It's the first law of power, Marty. Those who can, shit on others. Those who can't, clean it up.
I'm not playing your fucking games anymore.
You don't have an option.
Neither do you. And neither does your client, if he wants to keep his $50 million. You think I'm the only one over a fucking barrel?
Excuse me if I don't shake your hand.
I'm fine skipping pleasantries. Let's make this overture brief.
The Almighty himself could not convince us to lift our blockade.
What about the federal government? You know who I spent the morning with? Your friends over at the power company. I wanted to know how it was that they were able to get your ancestors off of their land so quickly back in 1929.
No mystery there. Lies, theft, intimidation.
Well, they got an assist from a little thing called riparian rights.
Riparian rights are the laws that say who owns the land under a body of water. It's kind of crazy, right? I mean, who ever stops to consider the land under a lake? Or, in this case, the Missouri River. Which last time I checked was a federal waterway. What this means, Jacob, is that the instant you flooded your land and connected it to the Missouri, you ceded all of that flooded land to the US government.
Which is how I managed to obtain this written order guaranteeing our workers access to the boat. Now, if you defy this order, we can have the US Marshals escort them.
And the land that you need for access roads and parking lots to get the people to your precious boat. We own all of it. What's to stop us from parking guards all around the water's edge?
Eminent domain. The feds are gonna give all the surrounding land to our business partners to build shopping malls and hotels and, yes, access roads. Because it's in their financial interest. The tax revenue from said development is gonna be massive, just like it was in 1929. They own it all. Above, around and below.
There is a sermon to be had here, but I don't feel much like praying.
If you try to fight this, it will cost you a lot more than a bullet in the shoulder.
Which is why you asked to meet me alone. You were afraid Darlene wouldn't be quite so receptive. I'll need assurances...if we're expected to stand down, that you will never, ever try and hit me or my wife ever again.
You have them, so long as you keep Darlene in line. Jacob...tell Darlene that the casino profits are gonna make you richer than you ever imagined. That you can use them to buy twice the land that you have now.
She's the same woman now as when I married her. Same woman that slipped into this booth 45 years ago, took my beating heart in both her hands and took off quicker than a mare. Same woman I've been chasing ever since.
What do you do, Martin, when the bride who took your breath away becomes the wife who makes you hold your breath in terror?
Approximately $43 million.
The exact numbers are in here, along with a complete listing of the real accounts, plus their shadows. And the operational account is gonna be active... as soon as we're done with the ceremony, day after tomorrow.
It's just like Lickety Splitz, only bigger. You're gonna come here, you're gonna pay respects to Buddy a couple of times a week. You're gonna mix this money with the legit receipts and then you're gonna deposit it. Long as the flow stays steady, no one's gonna bat an eye.
This is crazy. I don't know shit about fuck.
Ruth. Which LP is held by Davisville Limited?
And where are they registered?
And they're a shell company for?
Horizon Cove Inc, which is a subsidiary for Byrde Enterprises.
If I didn't think you could handle it, I wouldn't be risking my family's lives.
I'm not sure you appreciate the historical significance of what it is you're about to pull off. Medellín, Sinaloa, Juárez, every one of them tried to create something like this. Every one of them failed. A legitimate, self-sustaining operation like a casino. This is why crime organizes. Have you given any thought to the next five years?
Uh, I'd love to talk about the operational account.
Because you're pillars of the community now. You've established a foothold in the gaming industry. You could expand, completely legitimately. Honoring your obligations to my client, obviously.
[Zeke coos]
I am so sorry, but I have to get him home. I mean, it's just been a long time since we've been tied to a nap schedule.
It's funny how you forget there was ever a time before they could tell you to go fuck yourself. [chuckles] But not you. No. You wouldn't call up and talk about your father's girlfriend, would you? No.
Once the contracts are signed.
That's in two days. I could be working now.
Well, is there some kind of rush I'm not aware of?
Just trying to be efficient.
Well, call us superstitious. On a long road trip, you're most likely to get into an accident a mile from your home.
I thought you should know... Jacob passed away this morning.
What? Oh, Darlene. Oh. I'm so sorry.
His dying wish was to stop the casino. I intend to honor that.
I don't understand. Jacob was always committed to making the casino work.
And you came right here? May I ask how he died?
His heart. It failed him.
Just to be clear... Jacob understood that this casino is happening. There's no way for you to win.
Did the Viet Cong have to win?
The gooks. They didn't have to win. They just had to not lose. It's my land.
The cartel's already tried to kill you once.
There might be one solution to honor Jacob's memory. Is that Mason Young's baby in the car? It is, isn't it? Social Services told me you were looking after him until they found a suitable home. Now, you help me adopt him, and I'll stand aside.
You are not fucking touching that baby.
He's not your kin. He's not worth the cost you'll pay.
I need you to listen to me. I know Marty didn't kill your dad...because I did.
What are you talking about?
I wired the dock. I knew that they were going there, so I wired it, so the second they touched the ladder, they'd get electrocuted.
Why would I be doing that?
You're afraid I won't go to Mizzou if I don't find out what happened to my dad, and now you're just fucking making this up!
I wish I was. I wish to fucking God...I wish it was a lie. Russ was working with the feds. He was trying to get me on a wire.
No. No way. No fucking way!
You were right about that night. They had the guns. They were gonna kill Marty. I practiced on our dock, with a mouse. At first, I rigged Marty's dock to get him, but then it was fucked up and... things changed, and they were going to the Blue Cat. Say something. [stammers] You can hate me, and I know you will. But I need you to know that you're the...you're the only thing in this world that I'll ever fucking love.
We're not leaving the Ozarks. It's not safe to go.
Wendy, it's not safe to stay.
You're not acting out of logic. You're acting out of emotion. And I know I've asked you to be more emotional. I've begged. So, I love you for it, but I am not getting on that plane and neither are the kids.
Okay, you're just scared. Don't worry about it. I've got everything under control.
Unh-unh. You're running away from Mason's death. You're trying to kidnap Charlotte so she can't leave the family. And you were right all along. We can't make emotional decisions based on other people's choices. So we just have to wake up and make the right choices And right now, that means staying put.
You're telling me this now? Here?
I didn't have time to argue. [clears throat] Call the coroner's office.
What, and running is? Hiring surrogates? Changing identities? What if this is the Gold Coast?
Hmm. We only know what it's been. What about what it could be? I mean, you've said so yourself, once the casino is up and running, it's like clockwork. You could go back to just working the numbers. The kids are in school. We have roots. We've sacrificed too fucking much in order to run. We will get that baby away from Darlene. Don't worry.
And what about the Kansas City mob? Wendy, I played a game of fucking chicken with them because I knew we were running.
We're not alone here. We have partners who are very grateful for what we've done. Always better to be the person holding the gun than the one running from the gunman.
Well, let's, let's cut right to it, shall we Fred? What is it going to take, to put us over the top, and host your convention?
CClient
Yeah. If you're the kinda place that can get the Wagon, you're gonna have yourself a whole lot'a dentists.
So, listen...I know how concerned you are about security. And...I just want you to know I've been thinking a lot about it, too. About safety... and our future.
I've been reading about the cartel war. Navarro's lost 61 men in the last five weeks alone.
Hmm. What's that got to do with us?
There's a saying in politics. "Never let a good crisis go to waste."
And...Helen's coming into town. I know, you're expecting the worst, but let's...let's preempt that. Pitch her on the idea of expansion.
Hotels. Casinos, but we keep the daily operations legitimate. We sell the idea to Navarro as a safety net. We put his share in a trust...for his kids. Untouchable. That way, if the cartel war goes south, then he has a whole new revenue stream. Completely legal. Well? What do you think?
Well, I just...I think that's batshit crazy.
No. It's not. And actually, it was Helen's idea. She talked to us about expansion. There is a...hotel and casino on the Kansas border in St. Joe's. Its infrastructure is old. It's getting killed by a casino across the river. And all it needs is an influx of cash to upgrade, and they would crush their competition, but their margins are too low. It's a win-win.
Jesus. [scoffs] Of course.
I'm trying to keep us safe, Wendy.
I mean, how much more fucking stress do you wanna take on?
This would all be legitimate.
Except for the seed money from the drug lord, which, by definition, is not legitimate?
We are pre-approved by the gaming commission. No one would question the initial investment. We have Navarro's gratitude. This would only increase it. Don't you understand? We're in.
We're alive. Big difference. You want to know what a good outcome from this cartel war would be? Navarro getting blown off the face of the Earth, and you and I being out from underneath this.
But what if that doesn't happen? Expansion makes us a political player. It insulates us, and that keeps us safe. We could be the very legitimate, very public face of Missouri gaming. [chuckles] We'd be too big to fail.
Wendy, I did not agree to stay here to start raising red flag after red flag.
Stop. I'm here. Take the fucking victory, okay? And do not tell me what is smart and what is not smart. You blew through that stop sign six months ago.
Do you know what I did today? I talked to a woman about her toe ring stand. I have the time. We have the clout. I can do this. Just think-- think about the things we could build. Why should the Charles Wilkeses of the world have a stranglehold on this state? We could have the money and the influence. We could control every political lever in Missouri. We could give millions to the causes that we care about. We could run this goddamn place.
Do you even hear yourself?
I understand you're upset.
Oh, really? Do I seem upset? My client, on the other hand...
We've been over all this.
Considering the amount of hires that we had to make, there's no way--
Yes, you don't know who might've infiltrated, so you don't wanna launder. I understand. Just as I'm sure you understand that I didn't ask to drive to the Ozarks today, but we all have to do things that are outside our comfort zone, don't we?
They think that we killed a fed. Agent Petty’s DNA was all over Cade Langmore’s truck.
They know you didn’t kill him.
But you know what I mean. I think what none of us can account for is the emotional component for the FBI. We can't be sure what level of resources they'll invest.
So, is it a tougher hand? Sure. But the reality is, it doesn't matter if they think that you hired Cade to get rid of Petty and then got rid of him. You've always known the laundering would have to be done right under the FBI's nose.
And it will. I just need some time before I start moving tens of millions of dollars through that building.
You're supposed to be the best. That's why you were hired.
Well, then listen to me, okay? People as individuals are completely unpredictable. One person making one bet, there's no way I could possibly know which way he or she is gonna go, but the law of large numbers--
Yeah, you're mistaking this for a discussion. Look, I was sent here for a simple reason, to deliver one simple message in person, despite my own various shit-shows, which I guarantee stack up quite nicely against your own. Launder the fucking money. Starting tomorrow. Are we good, or are we in our feelings?
TETrevor Evans
This is the point where I'm ethically obligated to tell you that you can make a deal.
I've got no reason to make a deal.
TETrevor Evans
I'm not sure you comprehend how poorly the cartel war is going for Navarro, but it won't be long before all his hacks and all the petty criminals working for you start looking for ways out. Do you think they'll be loyal to you? I find comfort in the idea of you waiting every day for that one slip-up... or betrayal. That one wild card.
How the fuck did you get back in here?
It's a poker game. People talk shit.
This time, you're gonna get the fuck out, and you're gonna stay the fuck out. Sit tight.
Do you know what your problem is?
Your problem is you're just playing dress-up. And you know it.
I put this game together all by myself, and you fucked it up because you can't bluff well enough to pretend like you belong.
And you're a low-rent daddy's boy who can't even pay to get respect.
I should fucking kill you.
We got issues, Marty. We got issues of trust. We got issues of respect. Hell, we got issues of understanding the basic fucking rules.
That's why we're here. That's why you're hearing about this from us first, and it's why we're offering you an extra 10% on top of what we're already paying you. We want to make this right.
You got any idea what my boy has been begging me...to let him do to her? What he's got every right to do. You know what "untouchable" means?
Then why do you think you can fix this by throwing a couple of coins at my feet like I'm a fucking beggar?
It's not a couple of coins. It's an extra 10%.
[points at Ruth] I want her fired. Then we talk money.
I understand that you're pissed. I'd be pissed off too, but we are not the only ones at fault.
So someone else went head-first off the top deck?
Your son threatened to rat us out.
He threatened to give up our operation.
Frank, I respect your code.
He said, "You really want to do this with everything I know about you?"
You're not gonna take her word over mine.
Frank, you're absolutely right about trust, which is why we are willing to trust that Frank Jr. was just joking, if you are willing to trust that Ruth will not make the same mistake twice.
[They shake hands]
