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You lied to me, Max.
I could be on the other side of the world right now.
I'll give you the egg. You keep your badge.
I stay out of jail and you can catch your brother's killer.
That's why I need my best people on this.
That means you.
- Thank you. - Her too.
- What do you want? - Six more months off my dad's sentence.
- Two weeks? - Deal.
He's dead.
The 33 million is nothing compared to what this can get us.
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What is this?
What's this? This is the con man's Bible.
The handbook of hornswoggle.
The fundamentals of the fleet.
Yeah, I know what it is. I've already read it.
You gave it to me for my 16th birthday.
Well, read it again.
You need to be focused on the long game.
I am focused.
You've gone soft, honey.
Et tu bruté?
You did give back our $33 million egg.
Okay, we need to give it a rest, fellas,
and rise up.
How can we move forward if we keep living in the past,
all right?
Thanks for the insight, Dr. Phil
but are you planning on handing
anything else over to the cops?
Yeah, that shirt because that's a crime.
That was uncalled for.
You're right. I was feeling attacked, I apologize.
Darling, what we wanted to say is... we forgive you.
Well, it sure doesn't seem like it.
But don't do it again.
Which brings us back to the book.
Remember who you are, kiddo.
I hear you, pops.
So we all agree to leave the past behind
and look forward to our very bright future.
If this keeps up, I'm going to need a shot of Insulin.
Next on the docket. Where are you two living?
Ricky's gonna find us a place.
Which would have been far easier
on a budget of 33 million.
Sorry, I am... I'll find us something acceptable.
Oh, speaking of self-sacrifices.
Hello, chief li. How can I be of service today?
Of course.
I would love to do another assignment.
But for two weeks off my dad's sentence, as we discussed.
Oh, and I want a mini basketball hoop.
And a mini basketball hoop.
- And a thighmaster. - And a thighmaster.
- Face cream. - And face cream.
Chief li...
Hello.
He must have cut off or he was going through a tunnel or something.
How's your breakfast?
Hi, there.
You need to clean out your scuppers.
Are you talking to me?
Yeah. Scuppers are clogged up.
My what?
The gutters that drain the excess water.
They need to be cleaned out.
Oh. I mean, it's fine.
The boat never leaves the Marina, so I'm good.
I used to do it for your brother, Daniel.
Now it's your home. Need to take care of it.
Show it some love or it'll rot from the inside.
I'll be by this weekend.
I'm fine, really. It's...
Morning, chief.
Are you gonna tell me what the case is?
Li didn't tell me much about it.
Well, is there a file?
Really?
Okay, can we just lay all our cards out
on the table and hash this out?
There's nothing to hash out.
Oh, there's a bunch of hashing to be done.
What do you want me to say, Max?
I don't know, say anything.
Say that you hate me. Say that I'm a liar.
Say that you think my new shoes are super cute?
Thanks. I got them on sale.
But can we move past this and back to the way we were?
We'll never go back to the way things were, Max.
You still don't trust me, do you?
Why should I?
Oh, I don't know. Let me count the ways.
Did I steal the egg? Yes.
But did I return it? Of course I did.
But I also helped you get your desk back,
handed you your brother's killer
and took the blame when you disobeyed these orders.
But sure, feel free to hold a grudge.
All right. Fine.
Look, there's been an attempted murder at the Pruett ranch.
On who?
Target's name is Paul. That's all I know.
Why all the secrecy?
Pruetts are a really private family.
They've been on their land for a hundred years or so now,
and they carry a lot of influence in the area.
Russo wants their endorsement for mayor.
Yeah, exactly.
Saddle up, partner.
This little bit of country
is about to get a lot more rock 'n roll.
Hi.
Detective Ellis to see the Pruetts.
We didn't send for any police.
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
Max.
Wait here.
Thank you.
Well, they don't seem very neighbourly.
No.
You must be Russo's detectives.
That's us.
I'm Rose Pruett.
Follow me.
Russo didn't give us much information about the victim.
I didn't give any.
Why not?
Our business is our business.
A woman with few words and great jeans, I like that.
Okay, well, is there anything you can give us?
Someone tried to kill Paul.
Who's Paul?
This is Paul.
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someone tried to kill your horse?
He has a name, don't you, Paul?
Someone knocked out the ranch hand
I had posted here to get to him.
Is it normal for you to post guards in front of your stables?
No, but he's a $10 million stud.
Whoa, Nelly!
Ten million buckaroos just for being suave.
He's a champion-breed horse.
Horses have good intuition about people.
Look, he trusts you.
You hear that? The horse trusts me.
Look, ma'am, no offense,
but isn't there some kind of a livestock commission
that handles these cases?
That's like sending a locksmith to deal with a bank robbery.
Okay. Fair enough.
Walk me through what happened.
My men saw the flames from the bunkhouse,
and then a figure running off in the dark.
Did your men chase after this figure?
Yeah, but they lost him.
They had to put out the fire to save my horse.
Well, look, I've been to my fair share of arson sites,
and, uh, this is not it.
How so?
There's no sign of an accelerant.
It's a wood barn full of hay, right?
I mean, if the point was to burn it down,
they would have used gasoline.
The whole thing would have been up in flames in minutes.
What, you don't agree?
I absolutely agree, but I just stepped in something,
and I'm pretty sure it's not oatmeal.
I hope you kept the receipt.
Hey.
Oh, this is Lana, our vet. I called her right away.
Detective Ellis, this is Max. Did Paul sustain any injuries?
My examination isn't finished,
but aside from some mild smoke inhalation, he's okay.
Rose, you got trouble in pasture nine.
Shane's getting into it with Mike Wyatt, and he took his gun.
- Who's Shane? - My son.
Cattle didn't knock over your fence, Mike.
You're telling me that's not the Pruett brand
on those cattle?
You calling me a liar?
Where I'm standing,
it's the only explanation that makes sense.
You take one more step, Shane,
you'll meet the business end of a shotgun.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Forget the boots. I'm going to need a rifle.
What the hell is going on?
Y'all broke down my fence
so your cattle can graze on my land.
Mike, you know better.
He's a liar.
He's the one who can't build a proper fence.
And you can?
You know, calling you a cowboy
is like putting socks on a rooster.
It don't fit.
Oh, burn.
Okay. That's it. Shane, get back in the car.
I bet he's the one who tried to kill our horse.
That's a damn lie!
My apologies. I don't have a gun yet.
I'm working on it.
All right, that's enough. Metro pd.
Everybody put their guns away and go home... now.
All right. I'll talk to Mike Wyatt.
You talk to Rose.
See if our suspect left behind any clues, all right?
Got it.
Partner.
Doesn't seem like there's any love lost
between you and the Pruetts.
Ah.
Everyone's out for themselves nowadays.
So it wasn't always like this.
This used to be a community that looked out for each other.
Rose and I played together as kids.
My family would go to her house for barbecues all the time.
So what changed?
Guess the Pruetts decided to shut everybody out
and keep what they had for themselves.
Where were you last night, Mr. Wyatt?
Me and my men were on the road
coming back from cattle auction.
Got home this morning. Got lots to verify that.
Send me what you have. I'll be following up.
You know, I've been around horse breeding my whole life.
Stud horse like that is worth $250,000 a pop.
But if he start shooting blanks,
he's more valuable dead than alive.
What are you suggesting?
Horses like that are insured up the wazoo.
My ranch hands chased him this way,
but lost them in the dark.
Well, can't hurt to check again.
You never know what you'll find in the light of day.
So it's just you and your son.
My daughter Callie works the ranch, too.
My husband died almost 20 years ago.
And since then, it's just been the three of us.
Stop!
Wait. What is that?
It's a boot print with a scorpion carved into the heel.
Do you recognize it?
No. Everyone who works at Pruett ranch has a p like this.
It's an old tradition.
That way, if you die off site,
they know which ranch to send your body back to.
Gruesome... but practical.
Okay.
I know one man's trash is another man's treasure,
but what is this?
Well, this could be a horse killer.
These two found this by the fence line.
I know sometimes ranchers use electrocution
as a way to put down animals.
We don't do that here.
It's horrible, and I don't agree with it,
but it's the most humane method if they're suffering.
What's he looking for?
Sh. He's horse whispering.
Let me ask you something,
is Paul still an active stud horse?
Yes.
So he's still able to breed.
Sperm's perfectly healthy.
He's booked out for the next year.
Wow.
Take a look at you, buddy.
Huh?
You see that?
The burn mark is about the same size as the clamp.
What do you think, Lana?
It could be,
but he's also got a few minor burns from stray embers.
Someone was trying to electrocute the horse.
The fire could have started from a spark on the ground.
Mom, you here?
Excuse me.
Well, that could explain why there was no accelerant.
Yeah, but why go through all the trouble?
Why not just shoot the horse?
What did Mike Wyatt say? Where was he last night?
He was out of town with his men.
But I have to ask, is Paul insured?
For 20 million he's the prime producer.
Twenty mil for getting jiggy with it?
I'm gonna need to take a look at that insurance policy,
as well as any financial records you have.
Why is that?
They think we tried to electrocute our own horse
for the insurance money.
Get the hell out of here.
Look, I can come back with a warrant,
but it's going to slow things down.
Paul has a pre-existing condition.
It's a heart murmur.
It's nothing serious for a stud horse,
but you have to put it on record for the policy.
Okay. And?
Have you ever seen an autopsy report
for a horse that dies by electrocution.
It would come back listed as a heart attack.
Which would make your policy void.
And your family wouldn't get a dime.
So unless you think we're dumb enough to spit in the wind,
you have to get to work and find the real killer.
I've heard enough.
- Where are you going? - The office.
Vendors got to be paid. Payroll needs to ready.
This place doesn't run itself.
You know, if you want to waste your time with them, go ahead.
Who put a snake in his boot?
Shane's just protective.
Growing up without a father,
he took it on himself to be the man of the family.
Look, ma'am we're just trying to do our jobs here, okay?
We have to explore every option.
It ain't my first rodeo. I can take it.
Just find out who's behind this.
What about one of your ranch hands?
Do any of them have a scorpion on the bottom of their boot?
I don't know, but I trust them. Same as family.
Sometimes it's the people closest to you
that take advantage of that trust.
We do have day workers coming through.
Callie is the ranch manager,
so if one of them wears that mark,
she'd know about it.
Where is she?
This time of day,
she's probably out at pasture five.
But you can't get there on foot or by car.
So how?
Time to saddle up, partner.
Nope. No way.
I don't ride anything that makes its own decisions.
That makes so much sense, you know that.
Show off.
Come on.
Grab on.
Come on.
There you go.
Okay. Hold on tight, all right?
Okay.
Just take it slow.
Callie Pruett?
Yeah, I heard you'd be coming.
Max, you can let go now.
I will when we stop moving.
Oh, we have?
Yeah.
I'm afraid you guys came all the way out here for nothing.
Been sleeping with the herd for the last month.
You don't sleep in the main house?
No. Uh, mom and Shane and me get along a whole lot better
with a couple hundred acres between us.
Do you recognize this boot print from any of your day workers?
Nope.
But I don't check every one of their boots.
We're gonna need a list of names and addresses
for all the ranch hands you currently employ.
Yeah, a lot of these guys don't have proper addresses.
But it is Thursday night.
So?
It's time to brush up on your apple Jacks and corkscrews.
These ranch hands won't talk to a cop.
They'll scatter faster than a sneeze through a screen door.
What do you got in mind?
I'll be a filthy rich Texas heiress with a phd in sass.
Call me... Darlene.
Why not Jolene?
Because everybody knows Jolene is a man-stealing home-wrecker.
But only Darlene has a bow-legged husband named Earl.
You're my tall drink of bitterness and seething rage.
Max, we're doing this by the book, okay?
Now, Callie said that the day workers
are going to be at the bar tonight.
So all we got to do is go there
and match the boot heel to the one in the photo
and just keep a low profile.
Clear?
Clear as creek water in July.
Pull over at that tack shop.
Why?
Yee-haw.
Finding that boot is about
as hard as putting a saddle on a rattlesnake.
Right, Earl?
Be right back, hon.
What?
Okay.
Honey, do you have a map?
A map? No. Why?
Because I just got lost in your eyes.
Oh boy.
Shoo, ladies.
You're about as welcome here
as a porcupine at a nudist colony.
Don't be shy now.
What did you do?
I found a way to look at some boots.
All right, all right. Listen up, folks.
An anonymous patron has just ponied up 500 buckaroos
to see who is the best line dancer
in this honky tonk.
Who's up for the challenge?
You better know how to heel-toe hustle.
By the way, can I borrow 500 buckaroos?
Ready?
It's time to slow things down now, folks.
So grab that special someone.
I didn't see any boot heels with a scorpion on it.
Did you?
Nope.
You were right.
I was right?
About what?
We'll never go back to the way things were.
It's okay, 'cause...
It'll just be something new.
There he is.
Let's go take him down and hogtie him
like the no-good varmint he is.
No, not based off one boot print.
Certainly not in a crowd like this.
Okay, we need to isolate him. Get him alone.
Question him.
Oh, okay. I got a better idea.
How about you go over there and stand next to him at the bar?
And do what?
Just look pretty, okay?
Trust me.
Go.
I'll take a whiskey.
Damn, partner. That looks painful.
How'd you get that?
You've never seen a rope burn before.
It comes from being a real cowboy.
I've given you everything, Earl. Best months of my life.
And all you've ever given me is disappointment.
You're all hat and no cattle.
Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't
such a lying, cheating, no good wife,
I'd trust you more often.
You've never trusted me, and you never will.
Oh, trusting you was the biggest mistake I ever made.
Oh, really?
Well, how about I trust you with one thing... to get lost!
Uh... with pleasure.
Anything's better than sitting here and listening to your lies.
Good for nothing, jackass.
I am tighter than bark on a log.
But you... you're straight as an arrow.
You can sure hold your liquor, Darlene.
Oh, thank you kindly, Sam.
You know, Earl never says sweet things like that to me,
but as I was saying, Earl bought me a stud horse.
I think he's firing blanks just like him.
You know what I mean?
Oh, I wish there was a way I could put him down.
And the horse, too.
Can you believe anyone would spend $1 million on a horse?
He could have just bought me diamonds.
Is that... is that horse insured?
For more than the house.
Are you serious about this?
Dead serious.
But I'd want to do it in a humane way.
You know, I wouldn't want him to suffer,
the horse, not the husband.
You could talk the legs off a chair, Darlene.
You know, I do get that a lot.
I bet you do.
You know what?
I can't help you with your husband.
Oh, my achy-breaky heart.
But I could help you with your horse problem.
Let's say $5,000.
2,500 now, the rest when it's all done.
Really?
Well, you got yourself a deal.
Not here.
Let's uh, meet out back in 20 minutes.
Red pickup truck.
Okay.
Oh, hello.
Okay, he said he's in a red pickup.
There it is.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a sec.
Stay back. He could have a gun.
Looks like somebody had a gun,
but it wasn't Sam.
Yates, what do you got?
Killer didn't leave anything but a bullet.
But forensics found electrical clamps
and car batteries in the back of his truck.
Yeah. Just did a quick background check.
No fixed address.
No next of kin.
What about his financials?
He made a cash deposit of $2,500
just before the fire at Pruett ranch.
That's the same amount he asked for at the bar.
Which confirms that Sam was the one hired to kill the horse.
We find out who killed Sam. We find out who hired him.
Anyone around town know him?
Nope. He was a ghost even before he was dragged up by the spurs
up to cowboy heaven.
Wait. Hang on. He never worked on the ranch.
Don't know him.
Well, he's the one who tried to kill your horse,
which for most would be an expensive loss,
but a drop in the bucket for you folks, I'm sure.
What's your point?
His point is, killing Paul only makes sense
if someone were trying to hit you in the pocketbook.
But judging by the size of this ranch,
you guys certainly aren't hurting.
How does any of that matter?
You were brought here to find who tried to kill our horse.
Send them home. Our business is our business.
What?
What's so funny?
Our business is our business.
You hate it here, Shane.
You'd be way happier in some corner office far from here.
Oh, says my sister, who lives in a tent and plays cowgirl.
You think that keeps this place running?
I'm the one trying to save this ranch.
Save the ranch from what?
We gotta to tell him the truth, mom.
Callie, shut your mouth.
Enough!
The truth is, we're broke.
If the horse dies, we lose everything.
Unless we sell the ranch.
Over my dead body.
Fine.
I'm gonna go try and find a way to make payroll this week.
Shane...
And you wonder why I never come home.
We used to be so close... Like a real family.
Show yourselves out.
Boy, and I thought we had issues.
Yeah. Yikes.
Well, he's not a happy camper.
I think he's hiding something.
I agree.
Let's find out what it is.
The building you followed Shane to
doesn't belong to the Pruetts.
It's owned by kildare builders.
They're like the Christie's of country western real estate.
They don't touch anything for less than eight figures.
And get this, I did some digging.
They made several offers to Rose Pruett
over the past few years,
and she turned them down every single time.
Shane Pruett took two round trip flights to Dallas
in the past month.
Guess whose head office is in the lone star state?
Kildare builders.
Well, we know Rose won't sell,
so why is he meeting with buyers?
Because her last offer was upwards of $200 million.
Well, I imagine for that kind of money,
you'd do anything to sell a ranch, including murder.
And why would you want to kill the stud horse?
Because it would have forced Rose's hand to sell the ranch.
She would have had no choice.
You think I killed someone?
The money from the ranch sale
could add up to be a lot of motive.
Where were you when Sam was killed?
I was with the Kildare CEO,
drinking scotch and eating steaks all last night.
Why are you doing all this behind your mom's back?
Every generation of Pruett has taught us
their responsibility to keep the land in the family.
No matter what.
In mom's mind, selling the ranch would mean
her life has been a total failure.
So she'd rather go down fighting than give it up.
You ever had someone who you loved so much,
who was so infuriating, made your blood boil?
- Yeah. - Oh, yeah.
Mom!
Hey.
Are you okay?
Hey! Hey!
How's our patient?
She refuses to go to the hospital.
But why would she? She only got shot once.
I'm fine.
She's lucky the bullet just grazed her shoulder.
What are you doing?
Whoever tried to kill Paul is out there.
Not in here.
Look, my partner's calling for backup, okay?
We're gonna post two uniforms at your front door.
You'll do no such thing.
I have 12 ranch hands with rifles.
We haven't found him.
Ranch hands are still scouring the perimeter.
Mom... this isn't worth it.
Just sell this place before it kills you.
Oh, yeah. You'd love that, wouldn't you?
I've been talking to Kildare.
They upped their offer.
You did what?
You're trying to save our legacy,
but you're going to leave us with nothing.
Get the hell out of here!
Mom just...
Get out! Go on!
What? You have something to say?
Yeah, I do.
But you're too stubborn to listen.
I'm gonna go check on the boys.
You can't keep running out to that pasture
when things get tough.
Someone's trying to take our family down.
I don't see much family left, mom.
Sorry you had to hear all that.
Forget it.
Check in on you later.
Can I get you anything?
I need a drink.
Have you ever thought about
selling just a piece of your land.
People have been trying to get their hands
on this land for over 100 years.
I'm not going to be the first Pruett to sell out.
We're on duty. Thanks.
Speak for yourself.
Why not lease off a few hundred acres of land
to a neighbor, like Mike Wyatt?
He doesn't even speak to us anymore.
Wyatt says you guys used to be a community
that looked out for each other.
We used to be.
The wyatts were on one side, the O'Neill family on the other.
It didn't even seem like there were fences.
So what changed?
My husband discovered
the O'Neills were poisoning our cattle.
Damn.
Yeah, it was devastating. They were our best friends.
So why would they do that?
Our cattle went to market at the same time as theirs.
And with us out, they just sell their whole lot
without any competition.
My husband told me they were struggling.
I just couldn't believe they would do that.
What happened after that?
The main water source for the whole valley is on our property
and we would always share with the neighbors,
but after that my husband dammed it up.
No water for their livestock or their crops.
They were gone in three months.
Good old country justice.
We've done so many things to hang on to this ranch,
but if you're alone at the dinner table every night,
what's the point?
I think I am going to go lie down for a while.
Excuse me.
Of course.
I can hear the grinding of gears.
Whatcha thinking?
I think we may be looking at this case all wrong.
What if it's not about the future of the Pruett ranch?
What if the motive is buried in the past?
I got a copy of the land records for the Pruett ranch.
Okay. What are you hoping to find?
A reason for murder.
Now, this is all the Pruett land.
Up here is the Wyatts.
Okay. And over here, the O'Neills had 5,000 acres.
That is, until Rose's husband
dammed up the water supply
and they sold their entire property to Rose Pruett.
The Pruetts took the O'Neills' land.
They bought it technically, but for pennies on the dollar.
Well, if I was the O'Neills, I'd have a hard time
burying my past with the Pruetts after that.
If there's any O'Neills left.
I got yates looking into that, by the way.
There she is now.
It turns out there is one O'Neill left.
Look who it is.
I need to talk to Rose right now.
Let's go.
Come on, Rose, pick up.
Damn it!
Callie's not picking up either.
Listen to this.
Lana's mother died six months ago.
Lana started working for the Pruetts right after that.
That timing can't be a coincidence.
Why wouldn't Lana tell them that she's an O'Neill?
To get close to the family and hurt them from the inside.
We need to find Rose.
Hello?
Rose isn't here.
Yeah. One of the ranch hands said
he saw Lana with Rose earlier,
but he doesn't know where they went.
Me and the guys are getting a ride out, search the pastures.
Oh, and Mike Wyatt offered to watch the house.
He should be there.
He just got here.
Okay, look, stay where you are, all right?
I'll call you if we find Rose.
Did you know Lana, the vet, is an O'Neill?
Let's go.
Lana, where are we going?
We're gonna put the past right.
Over here.
You think that this is all because the Pruetts...
Let's check here.
took the O'Neill land?
Maybe.
But that was over 20 years ago.
If Lana wanted revenge, why would she wait until now?
You said her mom died six months ago.
And Lana came right after that.
Well, maybe her mom finally told her the truth.
There were rumors back in the day.
What rumors?
Come on, Ellis, pick up.
This is detective Ellis. Please leave a message.
Ellis. I know where they are.
I'm headed to the O'Neill homestead.
Get in.
Why? I don't understand.
Come on, Ellis.
This is why I need a badge...
and a gun.
Lana, what are we doing here?
We're here because of what you did.
What did I do to you?
You destroyed my family.
I don't know your family.
And now I'm gonna bury you on the land
that was rightfully ours.
Your land?
Who are you?
Maybe I can help.
What the hell are you doing here?
Don't suppose you'd believe I was looking for
the little cowgirl's room.
Where's your partner?
Rustling up some backup.
It doesn't matter.
There's enough room in that grave for two.
I can tell you've gone through a lot of trouble here.
Digging up a grave is a lot of work.
But this could kind of be like
a sisterhood of the traveling pants kind of moment.
Not that we're gonna try on each other's secondhand jeans
to see if one pair fits us all.
There's so much more to that movie, but, like, family...
Enough!!!
Okay, I can see family is a touchy subject for you,
but I think you need to know the truth before you do this.
So do I. What the hell is going on?
Rose, your husband was having an affair with Lana's mother.
How do you...
Because of the affair, they had a baby girl.
You?
It's true.
He knew what you would do if you found out.
I would kick him to the curb
with only the clothes on his back.
And that's why he lied to you
and tricked you into driving the O'Neills away.
Mom felt so ashamed.
She kept the affair a secret up until the end.
I didn't know anything about this, Lana.
You have to believe me.
Rose was lied to.
Just like you.
The Pruetts took everything from my family.
This all should have been ours.
You forced my family to sell out to you.
My mother left with nothing, except me in her belly.
Look, you can't turn back the clock.
And killing Rose wouldn't fix anything.
I want every last Pruett to know what it feels like
to lose your home, to lose everything.
God knows I've made a lot of mistakes in my past.
I've hurt people.
I've betrayed those who trusted me.
But the past is the past.
Okay, please.
You gotta just move on.
Not until the Pruetts have lost everything
like my family did.
Hey. You all right?
I think so.
Max.
Max!
Yeah. I'm here. Relax.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Will do.
Thank you, commissioner.
I just got off the phone with commissioner Russo.
She sends her appreciation.
Appreciation is nice,
but how about the basketball hoop, thigh-master
and the face cream?
Okay, appreciation is good.
Nice work, you two.
Thank you, sir.
What?
What.
I thought I told you to stay at the Pruett house.
I thought you said eek at the mouse.
I'm serious, Max. It was dangerous.
You could have been killed.
Heavens to Betsy.
Is this your passive-aggressive,
emotionally stunted way of saying
you actually care about little old me?
I'll see you around, Max.
See you, Earl.
Hey, what are you all doing here?
We wanted to say we're sorry.
And that we want to try to make this a family again.
That's a surprise.
We have another surprise for you.
Got room for a few more stragglers.
Mike.
Keep your eyes closed.
No peeking.
Okay.
You can look now.
Oh, my god, is that...
Yep.
From the Stardust Casino.
I got it before it was demolished.
And you ain't seen nothing yet, girl.
I'm not finished yet, but it's somewhere to sleep tonight.
It's not a private island or even a mansion,
but it is officially our humble home.
Do you like it?
You're not speaking. Why are you not speaking?
What's wrong?
It's perfect, Ricky.
Just like you.
I have one more surprise.
- There's more? - Mmhmm.
Okay. You've outdone yourself.
Your dad asked you to brush up on your con skills.
I managed to get Jonathan ashford's video diary.
Think of it as your cliffsnotes.
It'll tell you everything you need to know.
How did you get this?
Ricky is magic, buttercup.
Don't you know that by now?
Yeah. All too well.
All right. Video's on the laptop.
Ronni's egg rolls are on the counter.
I have a date.
Don't wait up.
Well, here we are.
I never had any intention of doing one of these
look back on your life sort of things,
but well, it seems that time has come, even for me.
In my line of work,
I have accomplished what many say is the impossible.
I got out while I was still ahead,
and believe me, that sounds a lot easier than it was.
It takes a great deal to trust your instinct
- and walk away from a sure thing - _
when you know it's too risky,
or to turn your back on a person or a relationship,
because that's even riskier.
Bottom line I never got caught.
My name is still a mystery.
My whereabouts unknown,
and I've managed to hang on to most of the wealth
I've acquired over the years.
I made it to the finish line, so to speak.
I won the game.
So how did I get here?
There's quite a lot to go through.
I made some notes so as not to miss anything.
Oh, and in case you're wondering if any of this is true,
you'll just have to take my word for it.
And you know, I do love to have the last word,
which is perfect, because once I'm gone,
there'll be no one left to confirm or deny.
Which raises the question,
why am I here alone?
Because, frankly,
if you're as fortunate as I was to make your living in this business,
there will be no rosencrantz to your guildenstern,
no Holmes to your Watson.
In the end,
the only person you can count on is you, yourself, alone.
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