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I kind of ran into something.

Are you in trouble?

This is courtesy of your client.

Herbert Clairmont.

F***er thinks I killed Janice

and a guy called Deke Clarkson.

Who's that?

Guy she was having an affair with.

And why is he saying all this?

Well, a**hole found my gun...

...in the boat they were

supposedly killed on.

I didn't kill my wife.

No, no. I didn't kill my wife.

Janice.

Then I panicked.

Then I dumped the bodies.

Oh, okay. Well, that's cool.

That's not as bad as killing them

and then dumping the bodies.

There's no way in hell I don't

get blamed for that. With my past?

Plus the fact she was screwing

Deke Clarkson. There's motive.

I thought the gun was gone, though.

Why hasn't he gone to the police?

I'm not sure, hon.

But the next time he smashes

the other side of my head...

...I'll be sure to ask him.

So now what? You're always

the man with the plan.

What's your plan now?

I got one. I do.

But I can't do this without you.

You should go to the police

and tell them.

Look, I can fix this.

And it's just you and me,

I promise.

Rita, I trust you

with what I just told you.

You know that, right?

So, what do I have to do?

Do what you do best, baby.

- What's that?

- Sell real estate.

I can get the million bucks,

but not with Clairmont...

...breathing down my back.

I need you to keep him distracted.

I take that as a yes.

- Don't look at me like that.

- What?

- With that smile.

- What smile?

- That "I'm so sexy" smile.

- Well, it's only for you, baby.

- And don't you ever forget it.

- I won't.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey.

I gotta get up.

Looks like you already are.

Plenty of time for that.

On a sunny island far away from here.

- What island?

- Any one you want.

I love you.

I love you.

- What's the verdict?

- These are pretty good.

Thanks.

I'm thinking this one by the door...

...this one...

- What do those mean?

- These?

- Yeah.

Alchemist symbols.

This one's mercury, this one's sulfur.

Both primal elements.

One's burning. One's volatile.

A little on the nose?

I was young and stupid.

Sulfur.

Sulfur and mercury.

You gotta start with them

to make gold, right?

I gotta go.

Keep the mockups.

Oh, tell your boss to give me a call.

- Hey. F***!

- Drag?

- Don't do that.

- F*** you.

You're uncomfortable?

I'm uncomfortable now, a**hole.

I can't breathe.

Sure you can.

Watch my finger.

Tell me, why do you wanna

know where Deke's body is?

Deke was my brother.

My name's Clarkson, not Clairmont.

Well. And you're upset about

not being able to bury him.

No.

Keep going.

Our mother died. Left a big estate.

Deke got it all.

Money, property, everything.

He forged the will.

- Cocksucker.

- Yeah, but he's dead.

- So it's mine now.

- I get it.

You need his body to prove his death.

Which means probate.

Until Deke shows up, of course.

Deke's not showing up.

He's dead.

You know that.

You killed him.

I didn't kill your brother.

Or my wife.

You were on the boat.

Here's a theory.

Maybe you were on the boat and

killed your brother to get the estate...

...and Janice got in the way

of your revenge.

I've got your gun.

So go f*** yourself.

- Okay! Okay!

- Okay, what?

I don't give a sh*t who killed him.

I just need the body.

And you need your gun.

Deal?

No deal.

- What do you mean, no deal?

- No deal.

Without a gun, without a body,

it's meaningless.

F***! Why do you complicate sh*t?

Have you thought about that?

How you complicate everything?

From the whores you f*** to

your poor decision-making skills.

Okay. No f***ing deal.

- Christ!

- So how do you like "no f***ing deal"?

Listen to me, motherf***er. I don't

give a sh*t about The Black Wake...

...your gun, my dead brother

or your b*tch f***ing wife.

But you're up to something.

And it's probably illegal.

Your imagination's

getting the better of you.

I've seen your rap sheet, Lew.

There's a lot of ways to f*** you.

You're smart enough

to know that.

So do yourself a favor.

One time, take the easy way.

You got till morning to tell me

where Deke's body is.

And if not, well, you think

about what I'm gonna do.

Look at this f***ing car.

Get the f*** out of my car!

Did you get the stuff?

Nice to see you too.

- What's this?

- You said to get a ski mask.

It's a smiley face.

I know. It's cute.

Baby, it's a kidnapping.

"Cute" doesn't come into the equation.

But it's on the back.

You can't even see it.

You gotta put it on her backward

so she can't...

See?

- Yeah.

- Look...

...we're gonna need till the afternoon

to get the money.

- Stall Herbert for at least that long.

- Okay.

One of the properties I'm

showing is an hour away.

Baby, be careful.

This guy's dangerous.

Kind of freaks me out.

Okay?

I'll stake Ralph's house

till he makes his move...

...and takes Florence to the boat.

I don't know the exact time yet,

so I'll just have to sit and wait.

Shouldn't be hard to figure out

when things start turning hinky.

I understand, but it's the only time

the owner can show the property.

It's just a big chunk of empty land.

Why can't we go out

anytime and look?

Well, he keeps it gated and secure.

So can I pick you up, then?

Like, 7:
00?

Mr. Clarkson?

What did you just call me?

I think you should meet with me.

Maybe there's someone else who

knows where your brother's body is.

Stay calm.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Sorry you gotta wear that,

but you can't see me.

If it stays that way,

you'll live, which is...

...a better deal than if your husband

was still in charge.

His plan was to kill you, Ms. Hagen.

Now, if I take your mask off,

I can trust you to keep quiet?

Good.

- Not real gentle, are you?

- Here's a drink.

Open up. Open up.

Come on.

- What?

- It's beer.

Where am I?

Who are you?

Obviously not my knight

in shining armor.

Let's just say my armor

is a little tarnished.

Just let me go.

I can't do that. Not yet.

The less you know, the better.

Ralph's an idiot to think

this would work.

He and his stupid whore, Isobel.

She's not too bright either.

Gee, they make

such a winning couple.

So where do you fit in all this?

I don't. I'm the proverbial wrench.

A fly in the ointment.

It's me, honey.

No! Please don't put that on.

Please. I'll be as quiet as a mouse.

I've heard your squeak.

- Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- I think we have a problem.

- What?

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

What's going on?

I was waiting for you in my car.

I saw you bring her in, right?

- Yeah?

- And I saw a guy hiding by the garage.

- What guy?

- Clairmont!

You know, Clarkson? Herbert?

- Are you sure?

- Yeah. I'd know that freak anywhere.

F***. Jesus Christ, it's like

every minute's a "F*** Lew" day.

You meeting him

tomorrow morning?

- Yeah. He agreed to meet me.

- Okay. Good.

What now? What are you

gonna do now?

We stick to the plan. I'm gonna need

till at least 2 to get the money.

Stall Herbert for at least that long.

When do you call Ralph?

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