Joe Baby (2024) Movie Script
1
I want you to fucking
walk away from this.
Walk away from this.
I trust you for everything.
Trust me?
You don't trust me,
you're a fucking liar.
That's what you want me to do.
You want me to just
fucking walk away, go to prison?
You sound like a five year old.
You did it to yourself.
You did it to yourself.
We got history, brother.
Yeah, we got history.
Now you come to me with this shit.
My wife, now this, come on.
My wife, now this, come on.
My wife, now this.
That's what this is about.
That's what this is about.
Not what this is about, but boy,
this sure hurts a little bit more
when you stick the knife in even further.
What did I do to your wife?
You don't want to go.
What did you do to your wife?
What did he, it does something like that.
You want me to just
fucking walk away from you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I built this shit from the ground up.
What did you build?
Everything here.
I created this.
Everything we did, we did together.
No, we didn't do that together.
Yeah, we did.
But you're nothing without me.
Don't give me that bullshit.
I come in here, I back
you, I'm not everything.
Everything you are.
Are you kidding me?
You can thank me for all that.
I'll fuck you, will you breathe.
I don't want to drink
your fucking liquor.
Take it?
Yeah.
Fucking asshole.
Fucking asshole.
I'm sorry, son.
Morning.
Thank you, lady.
You're welcome.
Hello?
Good morning, Mrs. Gold.
My name's Jo Baby,
I'm here to see Barney.
What's this about?
Your son took a lot of
money that didn't belong to him,
and I'm here to get it back.
Mom, hang up.
My client chose to
handle this discreetly,
I can't always call the police.
Hang up, Mom, I said hang up, hang up.
Hello? Hello?
Barney?
Mrs. Gold?
Barney?
You didn't think I'd find you?
It's what I do, find people.
Come on, Barney, just give me the money.
Okay, okay, just give me a sec, okay?
God damn it.
Your second is up.
Mrs. Gold?
Mrs. Gold?
I'm in the bathroom.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Gold, I promise I won't hurt you.
But I need the money Barney took.
Can I come in, please?
Yes, come on in.
I'm sorry to make you hide in here.
I've done worse.
Did you kill him?
Oh no, of course not.
Ummm..
The money...
It's under that sink in a depends box.
Okay.
Is your mother alive?
Yes.
Mrs. Gold, I don't
blame you for not telling me
that Barney was hiding in the closet.
Don't blame yourself for his mistakes.
What's this for?
You're gonna need your rug cleaned
and Barney needs a dentist.
Barney Gold paid in full.
Of course he did.
You okay?
Barney struck first.
I have previously
recommended that you strike first.
Fear not, the Iceman cometh.
Oh boy.
You know, I worry about you, Joe.
I'm a big girl.
There's nothing wrong with taking a pause
and reflecting on why we do what we do.
Income.
We in this civilization
are all victims of something.
And the self discovery of what that is
usually suggests great motivation
to either clear our heads and focus
harder on what we do
or change course and do something else.
Just wanna make sure you
still feel motivated here.
Thanks for caring.
Okay, on to the next one then.
A very delicate collection matter.
So delicate in fact that
our client Heather Stanton
has requested to meet
with you in person about it.
I don't meet clients.
She's been duly informed,
but after being duped out of a
substantial amount of money
by some con artist, she
stressed the importance
of knowing exactly with
whom she'll be dealing.
Did I mention there's
a $500,000 fee for us?
Don't shoot.
Says the uninvited guest.
My name is Heather Stanton.
I'm a client of Art Simonians and I'm
looking for a Joe Baby.
Well, you found her.
Oh, I was expecting...
My father wanted a boy.
Come in.
Oh, I'll just get dressed.
Art said you wanted to
meet at the dark bar.
Yeah, turns out it's two for one night.
Not as discreet as I
thought it was gonna be.
Well, you know what they say.
Loose lip sync ships.
Art was the one who told
me where I could find you.
You know, your firm
came highly recommended.
Yeah, well, we get results.
Can I get you something?
No, no, thank you.
It must be really
peaceful living on a boat.
Oh, I'm barely ever here.
So what did you want to talk about?
Right. Umm...
I work for my father's company.
He's in real estate.
His name is Prentice Stanton.
Maybe you've heard of him?
Oh yeah, I've seen this
sign all around the city.
God, this is so embarrassing.
You can understand
where I want to keep this
from going public.
Not yet.
A man named Stuart
Wendell stole $10 million
from my father's company.
That's substantial.
And what's worse is
that I gave it to him.
He was looking for investment partners
for a big commercial
real estate development
and I wanted to prove to my father
that I could pull off
a big deal without him
and everything seemed to check out.
Oh God, you can see why I
can't go to the police with this.
It would look like I had stolen money
from my father's company.
Yeah, I get it.
I can afford a lot of things, Joe.
Disappointing my
father is not one of them.
Is there a problem?
Probably not.
I'll walk you out.
Art said that you're very aggressive
in resolving matters like this.
We do whatever it takes.
Your name?
We don't break laws.
We bend them and nobody gets
hurt unless they deserve it.
Okay.
I'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Hey Joe.
Morning Ike.
Morning Joe.
Richard White, Federal
Bureau of Investigation.
Yeah, right.
Call me Rick, hold these,
I'll show you the badge.
Come on, look.
Red vines, black coffee,
thought it'd break the ice.
There you go.
Spoiler alert, an old
photo and not a great one.
I'm in a hurry.
Well look, we're both
investigators, right?
Give me a minute to pick your brain.
Cold case of a one Walter
Baby is being defrosted.
Local bureau chief is close to retiring
and this one always stuck his craw.
Got, an itch that the killer's out there
somewhere walking around.
Thanks for the update.
Last time you saw your
father was during a hunting trip,
you're 13th birthday, right?
You know where my birthmark is too?
You remember that day, Joe?
What the hell do you
remember about being 13?
Well, my mom called the plumber
when there were no leaks in the house.
My dad had the most
comprehensive hustler collection around
and I knew which
ladies in the neighborhood
didn't draw their shades.
Well, you should write a memoir.
What can you tell me about that day, Joe?
I'm here to help.
Oh shit.
Nothing comes to mind.
Look at that, time to spare.
If anything jogs your memory,
you don't hesitate to call, Joe.
Okay, stalker, Fed.
Don't count on it.
Hey, Mom.
Mean, hard to work with or manage.
No one I know.
Where's Gerdy?
She died.
Oh, it's too bad.
She seemed really nice.
Oh, she talked too much anyway.
The doctor said you have to eat.
She said I'm going to die.
Mom, do me a favor.
You know, it's this slop
that's going to kill me.
Churlish.
huh?
The word you're
looking for, eight letters,
sixth letter down is an I.
Ah...
Churlish.
Hi, good afternoon, I'm Roxie.
What can I do for you?
I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.
This is Wendell Properties, right?
This is that address?
Yes.
Is Stuart Wendell here?
I'm new here and I was supposed to be
confidential about stuff.
Yeah, I won't get you into trouble.
I just need to talk to someone in charge.
Of course.
All right, so I'm going to be right down.
Can I help you?
I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.
And you are Miss?
Baby, Joe Baby.
Private matter.
Still Wendell's unavailable.
Do you know where I can find him?
That's confidential and
this is private property,
so I'm going to ask you to leave.
At least you could be
nice about it like Roxie here.
We can do this the hard way.
Look...
Just tell me where he is.
You'll never see me again.
Roxie, call the police.
Roxie, call an ambulance.
Is that hard enough for you?
Who is this guy?
He's Marco Leon.
He does whatever Mr. Wendell says.
Here.
Take it.
Get another temp drop.
This place isn't a
stepping stone to the Rockettes.
Hands up.
Nice and slow.
What are you doing here?
I followed you.
Looks like we got more to discuss.
What's your interest in Stuart Wendell?
Conned a lot of money out of the client.
And who's that?
That's confidential.
Well, based on Wendell's sketchy past
and high-powered
clientele who will wish to remain
forever anonymous,
his murder case will go
cold in no time, like Walter Baby's did.
Say, do me a favor.
You recall ever seeing
this guy with your father?
No.
It's Randall Kane.
Founder and still owner
of the Oasis Hotel and Casino.
All right, let's get you out of here.
Just like that?
Oh, I give great alibi.
When you stumbled upon him, Wendell's
body was at full rigor,
which means at the time of
his demise, 15 hours earlier,
you were at home on your
boat, which I was staking out.
What about the other charges?
Joe, I speak softly, carry a big badge
and have dirt on many a cop around here.
What kind of fed are you?
One that abides by the 11th commandment.
Thou shalt use the
system to thine own advantage.
Lieutenant Payne.
All right, easy, there you go.
Oh, God.
There you go.
All right. Damn.
Found a bunch of Oasis pay
stubs in Wendell's stash.
Well, rumors abound
that the Oasis is a front
for other things like
laundering dirty money.
Your father worked for the
Oasis, did you know that?
No.
He tracked down people who didn't make
good on their debts,
made them pay one way or the other.
Sound familiar?
They impound my car?
Yep.
So, Uncle Sam is putting
you up in this hotel tonight.
I'll have your car towed
here tomorrow morning.
This ought to cover the room, buffet,
fun at the low limit tables.
If you want to seek
out other paid services,
the likes of which I
may be able to recommend,
off the record, that's on your dime.
So thoughtful, but unnecessary.
Hey, Joe.
At least consider the
possibility that Randall Kane
would be curious why
someone with the last name of Baby
is snooping around his business.
Thanks for bailing me out.
See ya.
That's a pretty view, isn't it?
Daddy, he fell.
He just fell.
All right, all right.
Take it easy now.
Let's see what you're talking about.
Oh.
Look at me.
I know seeing something like that,
it's probably scary for you.
You know what scares me?
To think that someone
wouldn't have the sense
to do anything that they needed to do
to keep from falling off
the top of a goddamn building.
Right?
Hello, Joe?
Stuart Wendell is dead.
He was murdered a couple of days ago.
No, what?
Wendell's home and office
just became a crime scene
and any chance of finding your money
just went out the window.
Oh, this is a mess.
You ever heard of a
guy named Randall Kane?
He owns the Oasis Hotel.
Well, maybe he knows something.
I mean, he can't be that hard to find.
Look, you hired me to get
your money from Stuart Wendell,
not Randall Kane.
So you're telling me that there's nothing
that you can do to help me?
It's hard settling up with the dead.
I understand.
In spite of my uncanny
ability to be an easy target,
still consider myself to
be a fair business person.
Time is money.
What do I owe you for yours?
The deal is you get what you pay for.
You didn't get your
money, so I don't get mine.
Let me at least get you dinner.
I appreciate the offer, but--
I understand.
Look, I wish I could have been more help.
Me too.
Take care.
I swear to God, you have
gotten the prettiest blue eyes
I have ever seen in my entire life.
I mean, my goodness.
Hey, Baby.
Not to sound
ungrateful, but was that your idea
of a joke putting me
up at the Silver State?
No, I wasn't looking for laughs.
Just any blast from your past
that might help solve
your father's murder.
Speaking of which, any
thoughts on me asking your mother
some questions?
Yeah, don't.
Her health is not good right now,
and I don't wanna
upset her with the past.
I can respect that.
Leave my mom out of this.
Fair enough, I'll be waiting.
Hey, Joe, how are you
this beautiful morning?
Honestly, Ike, I could do with a laugh.
I'm getting you a refrigerator
for your next birthday present.
You know why?
Tell me, Ike.
I just know when you open it,
your face is gonna light up.
That's a good one, Ike.
Art... because it's a dead end.
Stuart Wendell was murdered.
How unfortunate.
An FBI agent named Rick
White came to see me yesterday.
They're reopening my dad's case.
Turns out he worked at
the Oasis when he was...
Anyway, any money
Wendell conned out of Heather
is probably through
the rinse cycle by now.
Look, Joe, just because Stuart Wendell
is no longer with us doesn't mean
that his money train is departed.
Art, it's a dead end.
I'm done, I'll write
up my notes tomorrow.
What?
Joe, you can't quit.
To use your words, I reflected,
and I don't wanna be the next victim
in the Stanton case or any other case.
Joe, let's not be hasty.
Okay, remember, we stand
to make a very handsome fee
on this case.
Just think about your
mother's medical needs.
Don't go there, Art.
Okay, how about we
just regroup, all right?
I know this is a little
rougher case than most,
but if anybody can retrieve Heather
Stanton's money, Joe,
it's you.
Hey, Mom.
You here to force feed me again?
No, I come in peace.
Look, an FBI guy came to see me today.
They're reopening dad's murder case.
Why would they wanna talk to you?
You were just a little girl.
Look, I know how you felt about him.
You could do no wrong in his eyes.
This name is Rick White.
If he tries to contact you--
You don't have to protect me.
The abstract quality
of being in position.
Ubiety
Oh shit.
What happened, daddy?
I don't know. I hit something or nothing.
I just... wait here.
Ah -
Damn it.
Baby girl!
Baby girl. Come on now.
Look at this.
Poor fella.
Must have strayed from the pack.
I wasn't gonna do this yet, but, uh...
now I might as well give
it to you now, right?
Go ahead and learn how to use this thing.
All right. It's loaded.
There we go.
Safety off. You just grab that, aim,
right at the head there, and, um,
just go on pull the trigger.
What are you waiting for?
You...
you want me to shoot him?
Listen, honey, this dog
right here is in pain.
It is up to us to put it
out of its fucking misery.
Look at me.
It takes a strong
person to end suffering.
You got to be that
strong. You understand me?
Daddy, I can't.
Go on now, damn it!
Oh, you got to. Just give me the gun.
It's just like this. Look.
There. It's done. See?
Simple. Now, come on. Get in the car.
Get in the car. Come on.
Come on.
Joe?
Joe? It's Heather.
Uh...
I tried calling, but your phone just kept
going straight to voicemail.
Oh, well. My phone.
Uh... I left it outside. Sorry.
I know you said no to
dinner, but I brought breakfast.
Strictly a business.
Permission to come aboard?
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Did you, uh...
Did you talk to your father?
No. No. I haven't told him yet.
He's gonna find out about
the money sooner or later.
I know.
But I think the Wendell might have just
been doing what
Randall Kane told him to do.
What makes you think that?
Well, I knew that Kane's name sounded
familiar, and it turns out that he and my father worked together.
They were partners in the
Oasis. Clearly, it didn't end well.
I would have thought that whatever dust
was between them
would have settled by now.
You should tell your father you think
Kane is behind this.
I know.
But I need to be sure
that Kane is to blame.
That's why I hired a
private investigator.
Look, the guy who took your money is
dead. I think it's time to quit.
I didn't take you for a quitter.
I hope you enjoyed the breakfast.
Damn it! God damn it!
Hey, hey.
One rooty-tooty, fresh and fruity.
You got extra strawberries and whipped
cream, just like you
always like it, my dear.
Mmm. There you go on there.
Yep.
But I thought you said we
were going out for breakfast.
Yeah, well, a job came up. What did I
always tell you about work, huh?
When they tell me to hop, I hop.
That's what I do. Mm-hmm.
Well, uh, enjoy your food. It
ain't gonna eat itself.
Uh.
Hey.
Hey, you awake?
Oh, you wait now, huh?
What time? Look at this. Look at this.
How many goddamn times I got to goddamn
tell you don't leave the goddamn
newspaper in the goddamn grass?
Look at it! What do I do with this?
Oh, just sit there all quiet, like.
You're not gonna say nothing, you just
stare at me again, huh?
What you famous for? Just stare, and
staring, and
staring, I can't take it!
You know what? Here. You read it.
I told them not to call you.
I'm glad they ignored you.
I've had chest pains and trouble
breathing before.
Nothing new to see here.
Well, let's see what the
doctor has to say about that.
Cut it out.
I should never have told you
about that guy from the FBI.
A nosy bureaucrat didn't hasten my
demise. My heart was
broke a long time ago.
Hang in there, Mom. Okay.
Hey. No heroic measures, okay?
Got it?
God damn it!
Fuck.
It's preliminary, but it looks like your
candles didn't cause the fire.
Based on the bits and pieces out there.
Looks like it was a bomb.
A bomb?
You got any enemies?
Oh, God.
Art!
Art, open up!
Art!
Good evening.
Not really. Who are you?
Lady Sage and you are?
Joe Baby. Where's Art?
Hmm. He's tied up.
Well, untie him and
tell him it's important.
Lady Sage decide what little Art will or
won't do, and the same goes for you.
Baby girl.
Call me that again and
you'll be missing the next census.
Now sit here and
don't move till I say so.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Please do not judge me or untie me.
Someone blew up my boat, Art.
Okay, untie me please.
Oh, God.
This is supposed to be private time. This
is kind of like I
carve out every day for...
Come on. Come on.
Now I appreciate the offer.
Well, who do you suspect
is responsible for this?
Everything points to Randall Kane. If
he's coming after me,
he's scared of something.
I thought you were off the case, Joe.
Not only did my dad work for Kane at the
Oasis, but Kane's partner at the time was
Heather's father, Prentice Stanton.
Prentice and Kane had a terrible falling
out. What does that
look like to you, Art?
Like Kane had something to
do with your father's death.
Yeah, I just have to prove it.
That sounds like the
old Jo I know and love.
Hey, in the meantime, due to your housing
crisis, I want you to stay
here as long as you need.
No, I don't want to
impose on your privacy.
You want me to send in Lady Sage?
Exigent circumstances as they are now.
I'm pivoting to make sure you have
whatever you need here.
How about you inform Lady Sage that I am
ending our session early
today and send her on her way?
She scares the shit
out of you, doesn't she?
Affirmative.
You can stand up now.
Art sends his apologies.
You can call him anytime.
Flattered.
But, no thanks.
Thanks.
This is something.
It's nice, right?
I don't usually come here.
Someone blew up my boat.
What?
Yeah, I think it was Randall Kane.
Well, if you're right,
we're both his victims now.
Yeah, I don't know. I
have to figure it out.
What is this?
It's expense money.
Oh, no, I don't--
Don't say no to me, Jo.
Please.
Thanks.
Have a drink.
I'm on my way to see Randall Kane.
Joe, I could kiss you.
I need you to do something for me.
Happy to quid pro quo you.
Rick, I would never
quid pro quo with you.
I need you to exercise
that eleventh commandment
and get me surveillance
footage of the marina.
You call me as soon as you talk to Kane.
Bye, Rick.
Thank you for coming.
Can I buy you a drink?
I can?
Okay, I'll send one over.
Tonight's your night. I feel it.
Welcome to the OASIS. How can I help you?
I'm here to see Randall Kane.
Just a moment, please.
Hey, there's someone at the desk for you.
Hi.
I understand that
you're here to see Mr. Kane?
Yes, that's right.
Do you have an appointment?
No, I don't.
I suggest you make one.
Look, it's a very important,
urgent, and private matter.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
I just need five minutes with...
Just five minutes?
Just five minutes.
Goddamn it. All right, three.
Goddamn it.
Get off!
Goddamn it. Don't touch me!
Look, I don't want to see you here again.
Aw, shit!
Next time open that club face.
It's okay, Mr. Kane. We've got this.
Goddamn it.
Stop it!
I just want to ask him some questions
about Stuart fucking...
Wendell. Lanigan.
Let her alone.
Who the hell are you?
Joe, baby. I think you knew my dad.
I can see the
resemblance. So, Stuart Wendell.
He conned ten million out of Heather
Stanton for a bogus real estate deal.
I know this because she
hired me to get it back.
Prentice Stanton's daughter?
Well, my heart bleeds.
Does a Marco Leon work for you?
I have thousands of employees, miss baby.
As for the Stanton's, do you know
anything about me and Prentice?
I know that you two muscled your way into
the luxury casino business
and that he got
accused of money laundering.
They dropped the charges, but he got away
with the golden parachute
and you got left with
the keys to the kingdom.
Yeah.
Well, let me unspin it for
you. Prentice was the crook.
I want you to fucking
walk away from this.
You want me to walk away? You got it.
Why do I walk away? How
come you don't walk away?
Are you kidding me? You're
gonna be fucking kidding me.
Am I kidding you? Yeah. I
think you're kidding me.
You're a fucking liar.
Come on, man. Why didn't you tell me you
were laundering money in the casino?
We got history, brother. We got history.
We got history. We got history.
It ain't all good either.
You know what the history is.
I'm starting to believe that
that's what you want me to do.
That's what you want me to do. You want
me to just fucking
walk away, go to prison?
You know what? You
sound like a five-year-old.
You did it to yourself.
Anything else?
Yeah. Did you kill my dad?
Your father provided
useful, if now outdated, services.
There were untold numbers
of people who wanted him dead
because their lives depended on it.
What about yours?
I use lawyers and accountants to deal
with my enemies, Miss Baby.
Ask Prentice Stanton
if you don't believe me.
Next time you're in town, give me some
warning, and I'll be happy to comp you.
Hell, maybe I'll even hire you. You could
be useful, Miss Baby.
Jesus, would you stop
calling me Miss Baby?
My friend's day will give you a ride.
One more thing.
When dealing with the
Stanton's, watch your back.
Joe. Art, are you okay?
I was calling the office,
but it kept going to voicemail.
I'm working from home today, in a way.
It appears I've developed an allergy to
paraffin-based candles.
That's a bummer.
Oh, how'd you
discourse with Randall Cane go?
Enlightening, as you might say. He tried
to pin the whole
thing on Prentice Stanton.
I suspect Heather Stanton will not be
expecting to hear that.
I'm heading to her
house to break the news.
Hey, speaking of houses...
Did you ever run those plates?
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
I got a flat. I'll call you back.
Fuck. God damn it.
I need to talk to you.
Oh, my God. Joe, what happened?
Someone's trying to kill me.
Your parents?
Prentice and Evelyn and Stanton.
A social event not to be missed.
Where are they now?
My father's somewhere retired.
My mother died right after I was born.
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's okay. It's hard to
miss what you never even knew.
Cane thinks your father was laundering
money through the casino.
No, he was cleared of all charges.
I know you worry about what he'll do.
I think it's time to face him.
It's getting too dangerous.
How can I?
Everything I have--
everything is because of him.
I don't even have my own life.
I-- God, I was hoping that if
I pulled up a big enough deal,
I could just cash in
my chips and walk away.
Start something that was actually mine.
Have you ever thought--
think about just
walking away from everything?
I've thought about it.
Why don't you?
There's just stuff I need in this world,
and this is the only
way I know how to get it.
You want to strike me as someone who
would be scared by trying new things?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.
No, it's okay. It's just--
it's been a long time since
anyone kissed me that way.
Mmmm.
Mmmm.
See what you've been missing, not meeting
Art's clients in person?
I didn't miss anything.
You hungry?
I thought for fancy girls like you had
champagne for breakfast.
How did you know?
I could get used to this.
More champagne where that came from.
Oh, oh.
God.
Well...
Too very good morning.
Stay here.
God damn it.
They're gone.
Of course.
Before I got you to visit Kane
Now were both getting shot at.
I think we should hold
off talking to your father.
Why?
I got another stone to turn.
I'm sorry.
You have to go.
Do you have security at the office?
No, just at night.
Bring on a day shift.
You want me in one piece?
I gotta go.
Let me guess.
You maxed out your expense account?
Okay, come on. Let's see this footage.
Not to be petty, but how come you didn't
call me right after your meet with Kane?
I had to debrief with my client first.
Joe, I know your
client is Heather Stanton.
It's literally my job
to know these things.
I stayed at Heather's last night.
Well, that is a whole
other kind of debrief.
Let me visualize how that would go down.
Shut up, Rick.
Kane tried to have us
killed this morning.
Well, now we're getting somewhere.
You were digging around
before you came to me.
What if Stanton got wind that the FBI was
looking into my dad's murder...
And that if they dug deep enough,
they'd find out about the money
laundering at the Oasis.
Kane had to do
something to let Stanton know
that he could still get to him.
To keep him quiet, he had Wendell go
after Stanton's money.
It's a theory.
We must have missed something.
Take it back and slow it down.
Wait, pause it.
Stop.
Is that a scuba diver?
Can you zoom in?
Joe, there's something
else you should know.
Your father was a
highly skilled operative,
yet his body was found
with a single bullet hole
in a crappy motel room, that exact one.
Man, you sure know how to push buttons.
What I want you to think about is,
the only way someone that trained
could be touched, let alone killed,
is if someone knew
exactly where to find him.
I know I asked you to stay away from her,
but when I go to Stanton's tomorrow,
can you do one of your stakeouts
and make sure my mom
doesn't get any unwanted visitors?
Sure, yeah.
Be careful, Joe.
Where are your security guards?
I sent them home.
Why did you do that?
Because you said you
were five minutes away.
I changed my mind.
I'm gonna go and tell
your father what's going on.
You sure?
He'll think you did the right thing
hiring an investigator first.
Thank you, Joe.
I'll leave tomorrow.
So you're sure that you can
prove that Kane took my money?
Maybe.
Do you ever remember your father
mentioning my father, Walter Baby?
No. Why?
He worked at the Oasis
when your father and Kane were partners.
It was an off-the-books kind of thing.
I'll tell my father to expect you,
and I'll have him rent you a boat.
Walter Baby's baby.
Everyone calls me Joe, Mr. Stanton.
Jesus.
That's a lot.
Thanks for telling me, Joe.
Did ah... Heather, say
anything to you about her mother.
Just that she died
after Heather was born.
Evelyn killed herself.
Postpartum depression.
I did everything I could,
you know, to help Heather.
I don't know, maybe I could
have been more encouraging.
Maybe she wouldn't have felt like she
needed to prove herself
by making that stupid deal.
We'd been through so much, I was just
trying to protect her.
You should tell her that.
Yeah.
I will.
Listen, Joe.
Whatever Randall Kane
told you, it's not the truth.
The Oasis was a success.
Laundering drug money.
That was just pure greed.
Randall Kane's idea.
I told him I didn't want any part of it.
He turned it around.
Made it seem like it
was my idea all along.
This was the guy I
looked up to like a father.
What did you build? Everything here.
I created this.
You can thank me for
all that. Listen to me.
What, are you an idiot?
I don't take fucking
orders from you or anybody.
Orders from me? Yeah.
Here, I'm stepping
back. Don't take any orders.
That's fine. The government's gonna give
you the fucking orders.
That's right. I'll
drink them. The government.
Oh, really? Yeah, yeah. The government.
Just some sort of
threat. And why are you mad?
Why are you really mad? Why am I mad?
You're killing me
here. I'm killing you here.
Yeah, you're killing me
here. Oh, you fucking bullshit.
I trust you for everything.
Trust me? You don't trust
me. You're a fucking liar.
I mean, I was blown away
by how cold it could be.
All I knew was I
needed to protect the kid.
So I walked away from the Oasis.
There's just one more thing.
Do you have any idea why
Kane would want my dad killed?
I mean...
I've always had my suspicions.
Get down!
Stay down.
You okay?
You know what this was, right?
It's fucking Randall
telling you to back off.
Fucking guy doesn't change.
Jesus Christ.
There's only one thing to do with a
motherfucker like that.
You and your father.
How far did the apple fall?
That's not what I do.
Everybody's gotta price.
Did the FBI get my dad
to flip on Randall Kane?
Did Prentice Stanton tell you that?
Rick, this is not how quid pro quo works.
My continued cooperation depends on you
giving me an answer right now.
Okay, okay. Your father came to us.
He made the first move.
Whatever he was
involved with, he wanted out.
What?
Why didn't you tell me this?
I needed you to move the
ball down the field a bit.
I'm in the fucking red zone, Rick.
Okay, the strategy from the top was to
pin the money laundering charge on Kane,
then pressure him to cop to whatever he
knew about your father's murder.
Oh, so the bureau was just prioritizing.
We're talking about bringing down a
big-time money
laundering operation here, Joe.
I'm talking about my dad.
Look, I've bent to shitload of rules in
my day, but I don't make them.
Now, what else did Stanton tell you?
Oh, no.
No, Rick. You're in a fucking time out.
Joe.
Joe, come on, Joe. God damn it.
Joe!
Shit.
What is it?
Did dad ever mention a man
called Kane or the Oasis Hotel?
Not this again.
I'm just... I'm just trying to piece
everything together.
Did you know that he
wanted to be an FBI informant?
No. I didn't.
Sorry.
What are you thinking about?
Oh, you know everything.
Marco Leone's part in all this.
Did you ever run his plates like I asked?
Hmm. I apologize, Joe.
My waxing crisis
created a waning of sorts.
Dinner can wait.
Marco was pretty adamant about keeping
you away from Stuart Wendell, so...
It makes me think either he knew Wendell
had something to hide,
or he knew he was already dead.
Kane certainly knew Wendell, but he said
he didn't know Marco.
There we are.
Looks like you're headed
to 417 Flower Hill Street.
Motherfucker.
Excuse me, I'm sorry.
What's going on?
A guy was found dead in his office.
Jesus Christ, Art!
So, I'm holding you
up and you hold me up.
I don't know.
God, I love your hair.
Well, thank you so much.
Mm-hmm.
I love your hair.
Just one second, pretty.
Okay.
So, does that mean I'm
officially over my time out?
The bastard killed Art.
What?
Marco Leone blew up my boat.
He worked for Wendell, which means he
also worked for the Oasis.
But Wendell's dead, so someone else must
have given him the order.
Kane.
See if Marco has a fed file.
Will do.
Rick, there's only one
way to deal with Kane.
And Stanton offered me that deal.
You didn't take it, did you, Joe?
No, but it gave me an idea.
Meet me at the Silver
State Hotel in the morning.
Oh, and bring a wire.
Copy that.
Hey.
Marco Leone's rap sheet.
Colorful, ain't it?
Drugs, human
trafficking, he's in everything.
They all need their money cleaned, and
there's no better place
to do it than a casino.
And Kane owns a casino.
All we need Kane to do is fill in the
blanks about your father.
A little something I picked up for you.
What's this?
It's just a little something for us to
keep all those special
moments alive forever.
They're pretty, ain't they?
They're recorder earrings.
Voice activated. I got
a receiver. Easy peasy.
Okay.
We should arrive at the Oasis separately,
so I'll be a little behind you.
And, Joe.
You holding up?
I have to.
Thanks for asking.
See you later.
Come on.
Mr. Stanton.
Hello Joe.
You're on.
Oh, no.
Dippity shit!
Thank God.
I thought I told you I
didn't want to see you here again.
Why don't you call Mr. Kane and tell him
Joe Baby's here for her job inverview.
Mr. Kane?
Joe Baby's here to see you.
Yes, sir.
Follow me.
FBI, get me to the Oasis ASAP.
Drive to the fucking
fountain if you have to.
Hold on Joe.
You don't seem surprised to see me.
I take great pride in knowing what people
want before they do.
Were you serious
about offering to hire me?
I'm not an accountant or a lawyer.
You could do whatever is needed.
I thought you said those ways of doing
things were outdated.
Are they?
I'm used to people lying to me, Mr. Kane.
But I gotta say, you're
better at it than most.
Oh, come on.
You've gotta be kidding.
You make one sound with that thing,
and you'll have the whole
place in here in a second.
My dad knew you were
cleaning money through the casino.
And when you found out he was going to
the FBI, you had him killed.
I'm a cutthroat businessman.
I'm not a murderer.
When you found out the FBI
was reopening my dad's case,
you had to do something
to keep Stanton quiet.
And then when I got involved, you had to
get me to back down, too.
So you had Marco Leone make me think
someone was trying to kill me.
And you had him blow up my boat.
Think this through, for God's sake.
After Evelyn died, you threatened to make
Heather an orphan if
Stanton stood in the way.
Prentice is lying to you.
I loved her.
Prentice found out we
were having an affair.
She told him she wanted a divorce, that
she wanted to be with me.
He threatened to never let her see
Heather again if she left him.
I guess that made her
think she had only one way out.
Stan said she suffered
from postpartum depression.
Yes.
She was depressed, but
it wasn't postpartum.
She was never pregnant.
Heather was adopted.
What?
Get medical records, a
death certificate, a DNA test.
You'll see.
Are you all right?
Yeah. I guess so.
They set us up.
They wanted to make it look
like we took each other out.
Stanton. Always the
clever son of a bitch.
I'm sorry, Mr. Kane.
I have to go to Heather.
Rick, where the fuck were you?
Heather, you're not safe. Call me back.
It's done.
Want a drink?
No, thanks.
You don't mind if I have one, do you?
Now that Kane's dead, it's gonna take
some time to locate that money.
I'm a patient man, Joe.
When did you find out the FBI was looking
into my dad's murder?
What are you talking about?
I'm not a fool.
No?
Sweetheart?
Put the gun down, Joe.
What are you doing?
I said put the gun down, Joe.
Slide it over.
See when the FBI dredged up this ugly business
about your father...
I thought it was best they focus on
Randall Kane, which is where you came in.
All we had to do was convince you that
Randall Kane was the bad guy.
You do all the work.
Let me guess.
There's no stolen ten million dollars.
No.
No.
When it comes to my money, I got eyes on
the back of my head, Joe.
We needed a big enough reason to get you
invested in the case.
There ain't even a bigger reason to want
to kill Randall Kane.
You killed Wendell to get me hooked.
And had Marco take shitty
potshots and blow up my boat.
It's a beautiful plan, wasn't it?
Hmm?
You and Kane cancel each other out.
And now look.
We'll get another crack at the cherry.
Why'd you have to kill Art?
He was a loose end.
I don't like leaving them
around, do I, sweetheart?
That's right, Daddy.
Everything was a lie.
I was just doing what
my father asked me to do.
And you killed my dad.
I don't know who killed your dad.
But I do know this.
By the end of tonight, you're going to
join him as a cold case.
So bundle up, Joe.
Sweetheart.
He was never really a
father to me, not really.
I was just there to serve him, make him
feel better, do his dirty work.
And I could never live
up to his expectations.
I'd never be a Stanton.
Not really.
I knew that if I wanted to take over his
business, have any chance of doing that,
I needed to exceed expectations.
You didn't really think that we were
going to sail off into the
sunset together, did you?
That'd have been nice.
You're just too good for me, Joe.
You're hurt again.
Don't worry about me.
Let's worry about you.
I'm sorry.
Joe.
What do you mean?
Remember, after your
hunting trip, for your birthday,
your father called me.
He said he wanted to see me.
He told me he was helping the FBI
get someone he was working for.
And after all the
terrible things that he had done,
they were going to protect him.
But who was going to protect me from him?
You, from him.
He would have hurt you as
soon as you were big enough.
He wanted us to go with him.
A fresh start, he said.
But I would be a prisoner,
and I couldn't live with that.
I'm so sorry.
You shouldn't have.
It's the least I could do.
Thanks.
Come on, I got something to show you.
Watch your step here.
So Kane is gonna make a full recovery.
Only unfinished business
is who killed your father.
Oh, like Kane said, the list is long.
Well, the FBI could live
with not knowing if you can.
It's okay with me.
Check her out.
It's one of Stanton's drug boats.
Of course he had a boat.
I cleaned her up for you.
You got title,
insurance, everything you need.
What?
You did good, Joe.
Once I use the system to my advantage,
there's no going back.
Seriously?
It's bad luck to
change the name of a boat.
So I'm stuck with it.
Afraid so.
Thanks, Rick.
You know, the FBI could
use a woman like you, Joe.
What would they want
with someone like me?
After you recharge, you give me a call.
I want you to fucking
walk away from this.
Walk away from this.
I trust you for everything.
Trust me?
You don't trust me,
you're a fucking liar.
That's what you want me to do.
You want me to just
fucking walk away, go to prison?
You sound like a five year old.
You did it to yourself.
You did it to yourself.
We got history, brother.
Yeah, we got history.
Now you come to me with this shit.
My wife, now this, come on.
My wife, now this, come on.
My wife, now this.
That's what this is about.
That's what this is about.
Not what this is about, but boy,
this sure hurts a little bit more
when you stick the knife in even further.
What did I do to your wife?
You don't want to go.
What did you do to your wife?
What did he, it does something like that.
You want me to just
fucking walk away from you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I built this shit from the ground up.
What did you build?
Everything here.
I created this.
Everything we did, we did together.
No, we didn't do that together.
Yeah, we did.
But you're nothing without me.
Don't give me that bullshit.
I come in here, I back
you, I'm not everything.
Everything you are.
Are you kidding me?
You can thank me for all that.
I'll fuck you, will you breathe.
I don't want to drink
your fucking liquor.
Take it?
Yeah.
Fucking asshole.
Fucking asshole.
I'm sorry, son.
Morning.
Thank you, lady.
You're welcome.
Hello?
Good morning, Mrs. Gold.
My name's Jo Baby,
I'm here to see Barney.
What's this about?
Your son took a lot of
money that didn't belong to him,
and I'm here to get it back.
Mom, hang up.
My client chose to
handle this discreetly,
I can't always call the police.
Hang up, Mom, I said hang up, hang up.
Hello? Hello?
Barney?
Mrs. Gold?
Barney?
You didn't think I'd find you?
It's what I do, find people.
Come on, Barney, just give me the money.
Okay, okay, just give me a sec, okay?
God damn it.
Your second is up.
Mrs. Gold?
Mrs. Gold?
I'm in the bathroom.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Gold, I promise I won't hurt you.
But I need the money Barney took.
Can I come in, please?
Yes, come on in.
I'm sorry to make you hide in here.
I've done worse.
Did you kill him?
Oh no, of course not.
Ummm..
The money...
It's under that sink in a depends box.
Okay.
Is your mother alive?
Yes.
Mrs. Gold, I don't
blame you for not telling me
that Barney was hiding in the closet.
Don't blame yourself for his mistakes.
What's this for?
You're gonna need your rug cleaned
and Barney needs a dentist.
Barney Gold paid in full.
Of course he did.
You okay?
Barney struck first.
I have previously
recommended that you strike first.
Fear not, the Iceman cometh.
Oh boy.
You know, I worry about you, Joe.
I'm a big girl.
There's nothing wrong with taking a pause
and reflecting on why we do what we do.
Income.
We in this civilization
are all victims of something.
And the self discovery of what that is
usually suggests great motivation
to either clear our heads and focus
harder on what we do
or change course and do something else.
Just wanna make sure you
still feel motivated here.
Thanks for caring.
Okay, on to the next one then.
A very delicate collection matter.
So delicate in fact that
our client Heather Stanton
has requested to meet
with you in person about it.
I don't meet clients.
She's been duly informed,
but after being duped out of a
substantial amount of money
by some con artist, she
stressed the importance
of knowing exactly with
whom she'll be dealing.
Did I mention there's
a $500,000 fee for us?
Don't shoot.
Says the uninvited guest.
My name is Heather Stanton.
I'm a client of Art Simonians and I'm
looking for a Joe Baby.
Well, you found her.
Oh, I was expecting...
My father wanted a boy.
Come in.
Oh, I'll just get dressed.
Art said you wanted to
meet at the dark bar.
Yeah, turns out it's two for one night.
Not as discreet as I
thought it was gonna be.
Well, you know what they say.
Loose lip sync ships.
Art was the one who told
me where I could find you.
You know, your firm
came highly recommended.
Yeah, well, we get results.
Can I get you something?
No, no, thank you.
It must be really
peaceful living on a boat.
Oh, I'm barely ever here.
So what did you want to talk about?
Right. Umm...
I work for my father's company.
He's in real estate.
His name is Prentice Stanton.
Maybe you've heard of him?
Oh yeah, I've seen this
sign all around the city.
God, this is so embarrassing.
You can understand
where I want to keep this
from going public.
Not yet.
A man named Stuart
Wendell stole $10 million
from my father's company.
That's substantial.
And what's worse is
that I gave it to him.
He was looking for investment partners
for a big commercial
real estate development
and I wanted to prove to my father
that I could pull off
a big deal without him
and everything seemed to check out.
Oh God, you can see why I
can't go to the police with this.
It would look like I had stolen money
from my father's company.
Yeah, I get it.
I can afford a lot of things, Joe.
Disappointing my
father is not one of them.
Is there a problem?
Probably not.
I'll walk you out.
Art said that you're very aggressive
in resolving matters like this.
We do whatever it takes.
Your name?
We don't break laws.
We bend them and nobody gets
hurt unless they deserve it.
Okay.
I'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Hey Joe.
Morning Ike.
Morning Joe.
Richard White, Federal
Bureau of Investigation.
Yeah, right.
Call me Rick, hold these,
I'll show you the badge.
Come on, look.
Red vines, black coffee,
thought it'd break the ice.
There you go.
Spoiler alert, an old
photo and not a great one.
I'm in a hurry.
Well look, we're both
investigators, right?
Give me a minute to pick your brain.
Cold case of a one Walter
Baby is being defrosted.
Local bureau chief is close to retiring
and this one always stuck his craw.
Got, an itch that the killer's out there
somewhere walking around.
Thanks for the update.
Last time you saw your
father was during a hunting trip,
you're 13th birthday, right?
You know where my birthmark is too?
You remember that day, Joe?
What the hell do you
remember about being 13?
Well, my mom called the plumber
when there were no leaks in the house.
My dad had the most
comprehensive hustler collection around
and I knew which
ladies in the neighborhood
didn't draw their shades.
Well, you should write a memoir.
What can you tell me about that day, Joe?
I'm here to help.
Oh shit.
Nothing comes to mind.
Look at that, time to spare.
If anything jogs your memory,
you don't hesitate to call, Joe.
Okay, stalker, Fed.
Don't count on it.
Hey, Mom.
Mean, hard to work with or manage.
No one I know.
Where's Gerdy?
She died.
Oh, it's too bad.
She seemed really nice.
Oh, she talked too much anyway.
The doctor said you have to eat.
She said I'm going to die.
Mom, do me a favor.
You know, it's this slop
that's going to kill me.
Churlish.
huh?
The word you're
looking for, eight letters,
sixth letter down is an I.
Ah...
Churlish.
Hi, good afternoon, I'm Roxie.
What can I do for you?
I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.
This is Wendell Properties, right?
This is that address?
Yes.
Is Stuart Wendell here?
I'm new here and I was supposed to be
confidential about stuff.
Yeah, I won't get you into trouble.
I just need to talk to someone in charge.
Of course.
All right, so I'm going to be right down.
Can I help you?
I'm here to see Stuart Wendell.
And you are Miss?
Baby, Joe Baby.
Private matter.
Still Wendell's unavailable.
Do you know where I can find him?
That's confidential and
this is private property,
so I'm going to ask you to leave.
At least you could be
nice about it like Roxie here.
We can do this the hard way.
Look...
Just tell me where he is.
You'll never see me again.
Roxie, call the police.
Roxie, call an ambulance.
Is that hard enough for you?
Who is this guy?
He's Marco Leon.
He does whatever Mr. Wendell says.
Here.
Take it.
Get another temp drop.
This place isn't a
stepping stone to the Rockettes.
Hands up.
Nice and slow.
What are you doing here?
I followed you.
Looks like we got more to discuss.
What's your interest in Stuart Wendell?
Conned a lot of money out of the client.
And who's that?
That's confidential.
Well, based on Wendell's sketchy past
and high-powered
clientele who will wish to remain
forever anonymous,
his murder case will go
cold in no time, like Walter Baby's did.
Say, do me a favor.
You recall ever seeing
this guy with your father?
No.
It's Randall Kane.
Founder and still owner
of the Oasis Hotel and Casino.
All right, let's get you out of here.
Just like that?
Oh, I give great alibi.
When you stumbled upon him, Wendell's
body was at full rigor,
which means at the time of
his demise, 15 hours earlier,
you were at home on your
boat, which I was staking out.
What about the other charges?
Joe, I speak softly, carry a big badge
and have dirt on many a cop around here.
What kind of fed are you?
One that abides by the 11th commandment.
Thou shalt use the
system to thine own advantage.
Lieutenant Payne.
All right, easy, there you go.
Oh, God.
There you go.
All right. Damn.
Found a bunch of Oasis pay
stubs in Wendell's stash.
Well, rumors abound
that the Oasis is a front
for other things like
laundering dirty money.
Your father worked for the
Oasis, did you know that?
No.
He tracked down people who didn't make
good on their debts,
made them pay one way or the other.
Sound familiar?
They impound my car?
Yep.
So, Uncle Sam is putting
you up in this hotel tonight.
I'll have your car towed
here tomorrow morning.
This ought to cover the room, buffet,
fun at the low limit tables.
If you want to seek
out other paid services,
the likes of which I
may be able to recommend,
off the record, that's on your dime.
So thoughtful, but unnecessary.
Hey, Joe.
At least consider the
possibility that Randall Kane
would be curious why
someone with the last name of Baby
is snooping around his business.
Thanks for bailing me out.
See ya.
That's a pretty view, isn't it?
Daddy, he fell.
He just fell.
All right, all right.
Take it easy now.
Let's see what you're talking about.
Oh.
Look at me.
I know seeing something like that,
it's probably scary for you.
You know what scares me?
To think that someone
wouldn't have the sense
to do anything that they needed to do
to keep from falling off
the top of a goddamn building.
Right?
Hello, Joe?
Stuart Wendell is dead.
He was murdered a couple of days ago.
No, what?
Wendell's home and office
just became a crime scene
and any chance of finding your money
just went out the window.
Oh, this is a mess.
You ever heard of a
guy named Randall Kane?
He owns the Oasis Hotel.
Well, maybe he knows something.
I mean, he can't be that hard to find.
Look, you hired me to get
your money from Stuart Wendell,
not Randall Kane.
So you're telling me that there's nothing
that you can do to help me?
It's hard settling up with the dead.
I understand.
In spite of my uncanny
ability to be an easy target,
still consider myself to
be a fair business person.
Time is money.
What do I owe you for yours?
The deal is you get what you pay for.
You didn't get your
money, so I don't get mine.
Let me at least get you dinner.
I appreciate the offer, but--
I understand.
Look, I wish I could have been more help.
Me too.
Take care.
I swear to God, you have
gotten the prettiest blue eyes
I have ever seen in my entire life.
I mean, my goodness.
Hey, Baby.
Not to sound
ungrateful, but was that your idea
of a joke putting me
up at the Silver State?
No, I wasn't looking for laughs.
Just any blast from your past
that might help solve
your father's murder.
Speaking of which, any
thoughts on me asking your mother
some questions?
Yeah, don't.
Her health is not good right now,
and I don't wanna
upset her with the past.
I can respect that.
Leave my mom out of this.
Fair enough, I'll be waiting.
Hey, Joe, how are you
this beautiful morning?
Honestly, Ike, I could do with a laugh.
I'm getting you a refrigerator
for your next birthday present.
You know why?
Tell me, Ike.
I just know when you open it,
your face is gonna light up.
That's a good one, Ike.
Art... because it's a dead end.
Stuart Wendell was murdered.
How unfortunate.
An FBI agent named Rick
White came to see me yesterday.
They're reopening my dad's case.
Turns out he worked at
the Oasis when he was...
Anyway, any money
Wendell conned out of Heather
is probably through
the rinse cycle by now.
Look, Joe, just because Stuart Wendell
is no longer with us doesn't mean
that his money train is departed.
Art, it's a dead end.
I'm done, I'll write
up my notes tomorrow.
What?
Joe, you can't quit.
To use your words, I reflected,
and I don't wanna be the next victim
in the Stanton case or any other case.
Joe, let's not be hasty.
Okay, remember, we stand
to make a very handsome fee
on this case.
Just think about your
mother's medical needs.
Don't go there, Art.
Okay, how about we
just regroup, all right?
I know this is a little
rougher case than most,
but if anybody can retrieve Heather
Stanton's money, Joe,
it's you.
Hey, Mom.
You here to force feed me again?
No, I come in peace.
Look, an FBI guy came to see me today.
They're reopening dad's murder case.
Why would they wanna talk to you?
You were just a little girl.
Look, I know how you felt about him.
You could do no wrong in his eyes.
This name is Rick White.
If he tries to contact you--
You don't have to protect me.
The abstract quality
of being in position.
Ubiety
Oh shit.
What happened, daddy?
I don't know. I hit something or nothing.
I just... wait here.
Ah -
Damn it.
Baby girl!
Baby girl. Come on now.
Look at this.
Poor fella.
Must have strayed from the pack.
I wasn't gonna do this yet, but, uh...
now I might as well give
it to you now, right?
Go ahead and learn how to use this thing.
All right. It's loaded.
There we go.
Safety off. You just grab that, aim,
right at the head there, and, um,
just go on pull the trigger.
What are you waiting for?
You...
you want me to shoot him?
Listen, honey, this dog
right here is in pain.
It is up to us to put it
out of its fucking misery.
Look at me.
It takes a strong
person to end suffering.
You got to be that
strong. You understand me?
Daddy, I can't.
Go on now, damn it!
Oh, you got to. Just give me the gun.
It's just like this. Look.
There. It's done. See?
Simple. Now, come on. Get in the car.
Get in the car. Come on.
Come on.
Joe?
Joe? It's Heather.
Uh...
I tried calling, but your phone just kept
going straight to voicemail.
Oh, well. My phone.
Uh... I left it outside. Sorry.
I know you said no to
dinner, but I brought breakfast.
Strictly a business.
Permission to come aboard?
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Did you, uh...
Did you talk to your father?
No. No. I haven't told him yet.
He's gonna find out about
the money sooner or later.
I know.
But I think the Wendell might have just
been doing what
Randall Kane told him to do.
What makes you think that?
Well, I knew that Kane's name sounded
familiar, and it turns out that he and my father worked together.
They were partners in the
Oasis. Clearly, it didn't end well.
I would have thought that whatever dust
was between them
would have settled by now.
You should tell your father you think
Kane is behind this.
I know.
But I need to be sure
that Kane is to blame.
That's why I hired a
private investigator.
Look, the guy who took your money is
dead. I think it's time to quit.
I didn't take you for a quitter.
I hope you enjoyed the breakfast.
Damn it! God damn it!
Hey, hey.
One rooty-tooty, fresh and fruity.
You got extra strawberries and whipped
cream, just like you
always like it, my dear.
Mmm. There you go on there.
Yep.
But I thought you said we
were going out for breakfast.
Yeah, well, a job came up. What did I
always tell you about work, huh?
When they tell me to hop, I hop.
That's what I do. Mm-hmm.
Well, uh, enjoy your food. It
ain't gonna eat itself.
Uh.
Hey.
Hey, you awake?
Oh, you wait now, huh?
What time? Look at this. Look at this.
How many goddamn times I got to goddamn
tell you don't leave the goddamn
newspaper in the goddamn grass?
Look at it! What do I do with this?
Oh, just sit there all quiet, like.
You're not gonna say nothing, you just
stare at me again, huh?
What you famous for? Just stare, and
staring, and
staring, I can't take it!
You know what? Here. You read it.
I told them not to call you.
I'm glad they ignored you.
I've had chest pains and trouble
breathing before.
Nothing new to see here.
Well, let's see what the
doctor has to say about that.
Cut it out.
I should never have told you
about that guy from the FBI.
A nosy bureaucrat didn't hasten my
demise. My heart was
broke a long time ago.
Hang in there, Mom. Okay.
Hey. No heroic measures, okay?
Got it?
God damn it!
Fuck.
It's preliminary, but it looks like your
candles didn't cause the fire.
Based on the bits and pieces out there.
Looks like it was a bomb.
A bomb?
You got any enemies?
Oh, God.
Art!
Art, open up!
Art!
Good evening.
Not really. Who are you?
Lady Sage and you are?
Joe Baby. Where's Art?
Hmm. He's tied up.
Well, untie him and
tell him it's important.
Lady Sage decide what little Art will or
won't do, and the same goes for you.
Baby girl.
Call me that again and
you'll be missing the next census.
Now sit here and
don't move till I say so.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Please do not judge me or untie me.
Someone blew up my boat, Art.
Okay, untie me please.
Oh, God.
This is supposed to be private time. This
is kind of like I
carve out every day for...
Come on. Come on.
Now I appreciate the offer.
Well, who do you suspect
is responsible for this?
Everything points to Randall Kane. If
he's coming after me,
he's scared of something.
I thought you were off the case, Joe.
Not only did my dad work for Kane at the
Oasis, but Kane's partner at the time was
Heather's father, Prentice Stanton.
Prentice and Kane had a terrible falling
out. What does that
look like to you, Art?
Like Kane had something to
do with your father's death.
Yeah, I just have to prove it.
That sounds like the
old Jo I know and love.
Hey, in the meantime, due to your housing
crisis, I want you to stay
here as long as you need.
No, I don't want to
impose on your privacy.
You want me to send in Lady Sage?
Exigent circumstances as they are now.
I'm pivoting to make sure you have
whatever you need here.
How about you inform Lady Sage that I am
ending our session early
today and send her on her way?
She scares the shit
out of you, doesn't she?
Affirmative.
You can stand up now.
Art sends his apologies.
You can call him anytime.
Flattered.
But, no thanks.
Thanks.
This is something.
It's nice, right?
I don't usually come here.
Someone blew up my boat.
What?
Yeah, I think it was Randall Kane.
Well, if you're right,
we're both his victims now.
Yeah, I don't know. I
have to figure it out.
What is this?
It's expense money.
Oh, no, I don't--
Don't say no to me, Jo.
Please.
Thanks.
Have a drink.
I'm on my way to see Randall Kane.
Joe, I could kiss you.
I need you to do something for me.
Happy to quid pro quo you.
Rick, I would never
quid pro quo with you.
I need you to exercise
that eleventh commandment
and get me surveillance
footage of the marina.
You call me as soon as you talk to Kane.
Bye, Rick.
Thank you for coming.
Can I buy you a drink?
I can?
Okay, I'll send one over.
Tonight's your night. I feel it.
Welcome to the OASIS. How can I help you?
I'm here to see Randall Kane.
Just a moment, please.
Hey, there's someone at the desk for you.
Hi.
I understand that
you're here to see Mr. Kane?
Yes, that's right.
Do you have an appointment?
No, I don't.
I suggest you make one.
Look, it's a very important,
urgent, and private matter.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
I just need five minutes with...
Just five minutes?
Just five minutes.
Goddamn it. All right, three.
Goddamn it.
Get off!
Goddamn it. Don't touch me!
Look, I don't want to see you here again.
Aw, shit!
Next time open that club face.
It's okay, Mr. Kane. We've got this.
Goddamn it.
Stop it!
I just want to ask him some questions
about Stuart fucking...
Wendell. Lanigan.
Let her alone.
Who the hell are you?
Joe, baby. I think you knew my dad.
I can see the
resemblance. So, Stuart Wendell.
He conned ten million out of Heather
Stanton for a bogus real estate deal.
I know this because she
hired me to get it back.
Prentice Stanton's daughter?
Well, my heart bleeds.
Does a Marco Leon work for you?
I have thousands of employees, miss baby.
As for the Stanton's, do you know
anything about me and Prentice?
I know that you two muscled your way into
the luxury casino business
and that he got
accused of money laundering.
They dropped the charges, but he got away
with the golden parachute
and you got left with
the keys to the kingdom.
Yeah.
Well, let me unspin it for
you. Prentice was the crook.
I want you to fucking
walk away from this.
You want me to walk away? You got it.
Why do I walk away? How
come you don't walk away?
Are you kidding me? You're
gonna be fucking kidding me.
Am I kidding you? Yeah. I
think you're kidding me.
You're a fucking liar.
Come on, man. Why didn't you tell me you
were laundering money in the casino?
We got history, brother. We got history.
We got history. We got history.
It ain't all good either.
You know what the history is.
I'm starting to believe that
that's what you want me to do.
That's what you want me to do. You want
me to just fucking
walk away, go to prison?
You know what? You
sound like a five-year-old.
You did it to yourself.
Anything else?
Yeah. Did you kill my dad?
Your father provided
useful, if now outdated, services.
There were untold numbers
of people who wanted him dead
because their lives depended on it.
What about yours?
I use lawyers and accountants to deal
with my enemies, Miss Baby.
Ask Prentice Stanton
if you don't believe me.
Next time you're in town, give me some
warning, and I'll be happy to comp you.
Hell, maybe I'll even hire you. You could
be useful, Miss Baby.
Jesus, would you stop
calling me Miss Baby?
My friend's day will give you a ride.
One more thing.
When dealing with the
Stanton's, watch your back.
Joe. Art, are you okay?
I was calling the office,
but it kept going to voicemail.
I'm working from home today, in a way.
It appears I've developed an allergy to
paraffin-based candles.
That's a bummer.
Oh, how'd you
discourse with Randall Cane go?
Enlightening, as you might say. He tried
to pin the whole
thing on Prentice Stanton.
I suspect Heather Stanton will not be
expecting to hear that.
I'm heading to her
house to break the news.
Hey, speaking of houses...
Did you ever run those plates?
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
I got a flat. I'll call you back.
Fuck. God damn it.
I need to talk to you.
Oh, my God. Joe, what happened?
Someone's trying to kill me.
Your parents?
Prentice and Evelyn and Stanton.
A social event not to be missed.
Where are they now?
My father's somewhere retired.
My mother died right after I was born.
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's okay. It's hard to
miss what you never even knew.
Cane thinks your father was laundering
money through the casino.
No, he was cleared of all charges.
I know you worry about what he'll do.
I think it's time to face him.
It's getting too dangerous.
How can I?
Everything I have--
everything is because of him.
I don't even have my own life.
I-- God, I was hoping that if
I pulled up a big enough deal,
I could just cash in
my chips and walk away.
Start something that was actually mine.
Have you ever thought--
think about just
walking away from everything?
I've thought about it.
Why don't you?
There's just stuff I need in this world,
and this is the only
way I know how to get it.
You want to strike me as someone who
would be scared by trying new things?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.
No, it's okay. It's just--
it's been a long time since
anyone kissed me that way.
Mmmm.
Mmmm.
See what you've been missing, not meeting
Art's clients in person?
I didn't miss anything.
You hungry?
I thought for fancy girls like you had
champagne for breakfast.
How did you know?
I could get used to this.
More champagne where that came from.
Oh, oh.
God.
Well...
Too very good morning.
Stay here.
God damn it.
They're gone.
Of course.
Before I got you to visit Kane
Now were both getting shot at.
I think we should hold
off talking to your father.
Why?
I got another stone to turn.
I'm sorry.
You have to go.
Do you have security at the office?
No, just at night.
Bring on a day shift.
You want me in one piece?
I gotta go.
Let me guess.
You maxed out your expense account?
Okay, come on. Let's see this footage.
Not to be petty, but how come you didn't
call me right after your meet with Kane?
I had to debrief with my client first.
Joe, I know your
client is Heather Stanton.
It's literally my job
to know these things.
I stayed at Heather's last night.
Well, that is a whole
other kind of debrief.
Let me visualize how that would go down.
Shut up, Rick.
Kane tried to have us
killed this morning.
Well, now we're getting somewhere.
You were digging around
before you came to me.
What if Stanton got wind that the FBI was
looking into my dad's murder...
And that if they dug deep enough,
they'd find out about the money
laundering at the Oasis.
Kane had to do
something to let Stanton know
that he could still get to him.
To keep him quiet, he had Wendell go
after Stanton's money.
It's a theory.
We must have missed something.
Take it back and slow it down.
Wait, pause it.
Stop.
Is that a scuba diver?
Can you zoom in?
Joe, there's something
else you should know.
Your father was a
highly skilled operative,
yet his body was found
with a single bullet hole
in a crappy motel room, that exact one.
Man, you sure know how to push buttons.
What I want you to think about is,
the only way someone that trained
could be touched, let alone killed,
is if someone knew
exactly where to find him.
I know I asked you to stay away from her,
but when I go to Stanton's tomorrow,
can you do one of your stakeouts
and make sure my mom
doesn't get any unwanted visitors?
Sure, yeah.
Be careful, Joe.
Where are your security guards?
I sent them home.
Why did you do that?
Because you said you
were five minutes away.
I changed my mind.
I'm gonna go and tell
your father what's going on.
You sure?
He'll think you did the right thing
hiring an investigator first.
Thank you, Joe.
I'll leave tomorrow.
So you're sure that you can
prove that Kane took my money?
Maybe.
Do you ever remember your father
mentioning my father, Walter Baby?
No. Why?
He worked at the Oasis
when your father and Kane were partners.
It was an off-the-books kind of thing.
I'll tell my father to expect you,
and I'll have him rent you a boat.
Walter Baby's baby.
Everyone calls me Joe, Mr. Stanton.
Jesus.
That's a lot.
Thanks for telling me, Joe.
Did ah... Heather, say
anything to you about her mother.
Just that she died
after Heather was born.
Evelyn killed herself.
Postpartum depression.
I did everything I could,
you know, to help Heather.
I don't know, maybe I could
have been more encouraging.
Maybe she wouldn't have felt like she
needed to prove herself
by making that stupid deal.
We'd been through so much, I was just
trying to protect her.
You should tell her that.
Yeah.
I will.
Listen, Joe.
Whatever Randall Kane
told you, it's not the truth.
The Oasis was a success.
Laundering drug money.
That was just pure greed.
Randall Kane's idea.
I told him I didn't want any part of it.
He turned it around.
Made it seem like it
was my idea all along.
This was the guy I
looked up to like a father.
What did you build? Everything here.
I created this.
You can thank me for
all that. Listen to me.
What, are you an idiot?
I don't take fucking
orders from you or anybody.
Orders from me? Yeah.
Here, I'm stepping
back. Don't take any orders.
That's fine. The government's gonna give
you the fucking orders.
That's right. I'll
drink them. The government.
Oh, really? Yeah, yeah. The government.
Just some sort of
threat. And why are you mad?
Why are you really mad? Why am I mad?
You're killing me
here. I'm killing you here.
Yeah, you're killing me
here. Oh, you fucking bullshit.
I trust you for everything.
Trust me? You don't trust
me. You're a fucking liar.
I mean, I was blown away
by how cold it could be.
All I knew was I
needed to protect the kid.
So I walked away from the Oasis.
There's just one more thing.
Do you have any idea why
Kane would want my dad killed?
I mean...
I've always had my suspicions.
Get down!
Stay down.
You okay?
You know what this was, right?
It's fucking Randall
telling you to back off.
Fucking guy doesn't change.
Jesus Christ.
There's only one thing to do with a
motherfucker like that.
You and your father.
How far did the apple fall?
That's not what I do.
Everybody's gotta price.
Did the FBI get my dad
to flip on Randall Kane?
Did Prentice Stanton tell you that?
Rick, this is not how quid pro quo works.
My continued cooperation depends on you
giving me an answer right now.
Okay, okay. Your father came to us.
He made the first move.
Whatever he was
involved with, he wanted out.
What?
Why didn't you tell me this?
I needed you to move the
ball down the field a bit.
I'm in the fucking red zone, Rick.
Okay, the strategy from the top was to
pin the money laundering charge on Kane,
then pressure him to cop to whatever he
knew about your father's murder.
Oh, so the bureau was just prioritizing.
We're talking about bringing down a
big-time money
laundering operation here, Joe.
I'm talking about my dad.
Look, I've bent to shitload of rules in
my day, but I don't make them.
Now, what else did Stanton tell you?
Oh, no.
No, Rick. You're in a fucking time out.
Joe.
Joe, come on, Joe. God damn it.
Joe!
Shit.
What is it?
Did dad ever mention a man
called Kane or the Oasis Hotel?
Not this again.
I'm just... I'm just trying to piece
everything together.
Did you know that he
wanted to be an FBI informant?
No. I didn't.
Sorry.
What are you thinking about?
Oh, you know everything.
Marco Leone's part in all this.
Did you ever run his plates like I asked?
Hmm. I apologize, Joe.
My waxing crisis
created a waning of sorts.
Dinner can wait.
Marco was pretty adamant about keeping
you away from Stuart Wendell, so...
It makes me think either he knew Wendell
had something to hide,
or he knew he was already dead.
Kane certainly knew Wendell, but he said
he didn't know Marco.
There we are.
Looks like you're headed
to 417 Flower Hill Street.
Motherfucker.
Excuse me, I'm sorry.
What's going on?
A guy was found dead in his office.
Jesus Christ, Art!
So, I'm holding you
up and you hold me up.
I don't know.
God, I love your hair.
Well, thank you so much.
Mm-hmm.
I love your hair.
Just one second, pretty.
Okay.
So, does that mean I'm
officially over my time out?
The bastard killed Art.
What?
Marco Leone blew up my boat.
He worked for Wendell, which means he
also worked for the Oasis.
But Wendell's dead, so someone else must
have given him the order.
Kane.
See if Marco has a fed file.
Will do.
Rick, there's only one
way to deal with Kane.
And Stanton offered me that deal.
You didn't take it, did you, Joe?
No, but it gave me an idea.
Meet me at the Silver
State Hotel in the morning.
Oh, and bring a wire.
Copy that.
Hey.
Marco Leone's rap sheet.
Colorful, ain't it?
Drugs, human
trafficking, he's in everything.
They all need their money cleaned, and
there's no better place
to do it than a casino.
And Kane owns a casino.
All we need Kane to do is fill in the
blanks about your father.
A little something I picked up for you.
What's this?
It's just a little something for us to
keep all those special
moments alive forever.
They're pretty, ain't they?
They're recorder earrings.
Voice activated. I got
a receiver. Easy peasy.
Okay.
We should arrive at the Oasis separately,
so I'll be a little behind you.
And, Joe.
You holding up?
I have to.
Thanks for asking.
See you later.
Come on.
Mr. Stanton.
Hello Joe.
You're on.
Oh, no.
Dippity shit!
Thank God.
I thought I told you I
didn't want to see you here again.
Why don't you call Mr. Kane and tell him
Joe Baby's here for her job inverview.
Mr. Kane?
Joe Baby's here to see you.
Yes, sir.
Follow me.
FBI, get me to the Oasis ASAP.
Drive to the fucking
fountain if you have to.
Hold on Joe.
You don't seem surprised to see me.
I take great pride in knowing what people
want before they do.
Were you serious
about offering to hire me?
I'm not an accountant or a lawyer.
You could do whatever is needed.
I thought you said those ways of doing
things were outdated.
Are they?
I'm used to people lying to me, Mr. Kane.
But I gotta say, you're
better at it than most.
Oh, come on.
You've gotta be kidding.
You make one sound with that thing,
and you'll have the whole
place in here in a second.
My dad knew you were
cleaning money through the casino.
And when you found out he was going to
the FBI, you had him killed.
I'm a cutthroat businessman.
I'm not a murderer.
When you found out the FBI
was reopening my dad's case,
you had to do something
to keep Stanton quiet.
And then when I got involved, you had to
get me to back down, too.
So you had Marco Leone make me think
someone was trying to kill me.
And you had him blow up my boat.
Think this through, for God's sake.
After Evelyn died, you threatened to make
Heather an orphan if
Stanton stood in the way.
Prentice is lying to you.
I loved her.
Prentice found out we
were having an affair.
She told him she wanted a divorce, that
she wanted to be with me.
He threatened to never let her see
Heather again if she left him.
I guess that made her
think she had only one way out.
Stan said she suffered
from postpartum depression.
Yes.
She was depressed, but
it wasn't postpartum.
She was never pregnant.
Heather was adopted.
What?
Get medical records, a
death certificate, a DNA test.
You'll see.
Are you all right?
Yeah. I guess so.
They set us up.
They wanted to make it look
like we took each other out.
Stanton. Always the
clever son of a bitch.
I'm sorry, Mr. Kane.
I have to go to Heather.
Rick, where the fuck were you?
Heather, you're not safe. Call me back.
It's done.
Want a drink?
No, thanks.
You don't mind if I have one, do you?
Now that Kane's dead, it's gonna take
some time to locate that money.
I'm a patient man, Joe.
When did you find out the FBI was looking
into my dad's murder?
What are you talking about?
I'm not a fool.
No?
Sweetheart?
Put the gun down, Joe.
What are you doing?
I said put the gun down, Joe.
Slide it over.
See when the FBI dredged up this ugly business
about your father...
I thought it was best they focus on
Randall Kane, which is where you came in.
All we had to do was convince you that
Randall Kane was the bad guy.
You do all the work.
Let me guess.
There's no stolen ten million dollars.
No.
No.
When it comes to my money, I got eyes on
the back of my head, Joe.
We needed a big enough reason to get you
invested in the case.
There ain't even a bigger reason to want
to kill Randall Kane.
You killed Wendell to get me hooked.
And had Marco take shitty
potshots and blow up my boat.
It's a beautiful plan, wasn't it?
Hmm?
You and Kane cancel each other out.
And now look.
We'll get another crack at the cherry.
Why'd you have to kill Art?
He was a loose end.
I don't like leaving them
around, do I, sweetheart?
That's right, Daddy.
Everything was a lie.
I was just doing what
my father asked me to do.
And you killed my dad.
I don't know who killed your dad.
But I do know this.
By the end of tonight, you're going to
join him as a cold case.
So bundle up, Joe.
Sweetheart.
He was never really a
father to me, not really.
I was just there to serve him, make him
feel better, do his dirty work.
And I could never live
up to his expectations.
I'd never be a Stanton.
Not really.
I knew that if I wanted to take over his
business, have any chance of doing that,
I needed to exceed expectations.
You didn't really think that we were
going to sail off into the
sunset together, did you?
That'd have been nice.
You're just too good for me, Joe.
You're hurt again.
Don't worry about me.
Let's worry about you.
I'm sorry.
Joe.
What do you mean?
Remember, after your
hunting trip, for your birthday,
your father called me.
He said he wanted to see me.
He told me he was helping the FBI
get someone he was working for.
And after all the
terrible things that he had done,
they were going to protect him.
But who was going to protect me from him?
You, from him.
He would have hurt you as
soon as you were big enough.
He wanted us to go with him.
A fresh start, he said.
But I would be a prisoner,
and I couldn't live with that.
I'm so sorry.
You shouldn't have.
It's the least I could do.
Thanks.
Come on, I got something to show you.
Watch your step here.
So Kane is gonna make a full recovery.
Only unfinished business
is who killed your father.
Oh, like Kane said, the list is long.
Well, the FBI could live
with not knowing if you can.
It's okay with me.
Check her out.
It's one of Stanton's drug boats.
Of course he had a boat.
I cleaned her up for you.
You got title,
insurance, everything you need.
What?
You did good, Joe.
Once I use the system to my advantage,
there's no going back.
Seriously?
It's bad luck to
change the name of a boat.
So I'm stuck with it.
Afraid so.
Thanks, Rick.
You know, the FBI could
use a woman like you, Joe.
What would they want
with someone like me?
After you recharge, you give me a call.