Netflix original crime drama Ozark dropped its last iteration Friday April 29th, 2022.
#Ozark has been viewed 229.1m hours.
rottentomatoes: 82%
metacritic: 69
imdb: 8.5
emmys: 3 wins
golden globes: 6 nominations
SAG awards: 2 wins
Marty Byrde
Marty Byrde and his wife try to go legit outside of Chicago, Illinois.
Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series
3 nominations: 2018, 2019, 2020
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series
Best Television Actor – Drama Series
3 nominations: 2018, 2019, 2021
“Okay, can you– can you tell me what you’re talking about, Javi? I want to renegotiate the terms of our deal. Okay, um, and– and the cleanup? Tell me– tell me about that. What– what do I have to clean up? Wow. Really? Um, why– why the fuck did you do that? You got it. He expects us to clean up the scene and then, uh, and then get to Chicago. We gotta meet with Claire at Shaw in the morning. Mm-hmm. Why would I do that? Okay, if I– if I tell him, then, you know, I put her in danger for no good reason. Wendy, you know him. He’d kill her just for thinking it. No, you’re just– you’re being emotional. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I just– we need to talk practically. He’s not gonna die. Uh-huh. Because it’s bullshit, Wendy. This isn’t about safety. This is about foundation, right? This is about you trying to do everything to make sure nothing threatens the deal. I-I won’t get her killed, Wendy, okay? Wow. Mm-hmm. Well, she’s distracted. Her cousin just got murdered. She doesn’t even know what the guy looks like. How’s she gonna find him, huh? And even if she does, how’s she gonna get to him?” — Marty Byrde
“Well, I am, uh, I’m at the Snell farm, and, um, uh, it’s– it’s crawling with cops. Nothing more.” — Marty Byrde
“I-I-I just– I just wanna make sure that you’re okay. Um… Sheriff Guerrero called me. She said that– that you reported the bodies. She asked me if I knew where you were. I, you know, I said that– that I had no idea, but that I would check. You know, I can– I can help you keep your story straight. Just tell me what you want to say. She sounded worried. And, um… I’m– I’m a little worried. Are you sure that’s all? Ruth? Are you okay? It’s just me. I wanna know if you’re all right.” — Marty Byrde
“Well, I think what, uh, Clare’s trying to say is that– what are we supposed to say your mother’s role is in the company, you know? I mean, these, you know, companies, they– they issue stock options, and the shareholders, you know, usually have some sort of explanation. But those– those are for your uncle’s children.” — Marty Byrde
“‘What?’ Are you serious? What the fuck were you thinking? Yeah, that’s a good thing, Ruth. It means that– that you care about your life, and you’re not willing to throw it away over somebody like Javi. Hey, I’m serious. No, you– listen. You’re a– you’re a good person. You just, you feel like shit. She was, uh, giving you time to cool down. But you didn’t, and that’s– that’s gotta mean something, okay? Ruth, just go home, okay? It’s over. I’m serious. You do not want this. Just go home. You hear me?” — Marty Byrde
“How as Iowa? Yeah? We’ve never been to Iowa. You have something against Iowa? You said you were going home.” — Marty Byrde
“This is not what you want. Listen, I mean, I know– I know that you’re hurting, but you’re gonna put all of our lives in danger. You’re gonna put Jonah’s life in danger. Ruth. Ruth. Look at me. When I was afraid that we were gonna be killed and I needed someone to take care of my kids, I went to you. Because you’re a good person and I trust you. And I know you. This is not who you wanna be. Ruth, please. Come on. Javi dies, everything that we worked for just falls apart. You don’t have to do this. You can be something else. I’m so sorry we let you down.” — Marty Byrde
Wendy Byrde
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series
3 nominations: 2018, 2019, 2021
Best Television Actress – Drama Series
1 nomination: 2021
“You didn’t tell him about Ruth? She wants to kill him. How about keeping him alive to keep our family safe? I’d say that’s a pretty good reason. It’s not our business. Look, this is not personal. Look, can you just– just let your father and I talk this out? She is talking about killing someone. I’m– I’m trying to figure out a way to keep us all safe. Oh, come on, Jonah! Can you just– can you give us a second? Jonah! I’m right. Are you fucking kidding me? I’ll rip your tongue out of your mouth! Come on! Emotional! That’s what I’m doing. If Javi dies, we have no leverage against Navarro. We’re as good as dead. You’re the one who’s always preaching safety. The safe thing is to tell him about Ruth. Why can’t you admit that? Do I want Javi to die and fuck up everything we’ve sacrificed? No. Even more of a reason to warn him. She’d be getting herself killed. I know you care about her. You know me. You might not believe it, but I care about her too. She’s just– she’s not thinking about what might happen to us. She’s trying to fucking kill the man. Jesus! All of this and you still– you don’t understand people’s will?”
“Just wanted you to know that we thought about it, and… we know we owe you. It means if you wanna kill Javi, we won’t stand in your way. He’s on a plane back to Mexico right now. We won’t see him for a couple of months, but when he comes back to the country, if it’s still what you want, we’ll make it happen. That’s right. I don’t know. Three, maybe. I know you will. I promise. No, no. Nope.”
“It is. Which is why I think maybe we take a moment, let you go back to Mexico, get your infrastructure set. I mean, I’m sure Clare can tell you a thing or two about how hard it is to transform a family business.”
“Right. I mean…”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah. Mnh-mnh. No, nothing against it. I don’t know. It’s very hilly. I lied.”
“Javi killed her cousin. She doesn’t care. You’ve said enough. Javi it’s Wendy Byrde. Listen, I-I know it’s late, but we’re all here in Clare’s office, and we’ve managed to talk her into giving you the stock options. She’s– she’s drawing up the paperwork, so, if you could swing by, we could get it in your hands before you fly back to Mexico tomorrow. Great. See you soon. We’ll put some champagne on ice. She knows. We need to wipe down every surface.”
Ruth Langmore
Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series
Best Television Actress – Drama Series
1 nomination: 2021
“‘Intro’ then ‘Fuck Wit Dre Day.’ Sticky Fingers. ‘The Genesis.’ The White Album. ‘Interlude’ then ‘December 4th.’ Red. What– you don’t know it? Taylor Swift’s Red? Going once, going twice. Hmm. It feels like my tongue’s asleep. Uh-huh. Hmm. Hmm, and a guesthouse, so if there’s anyone we don’t wanna deal with, we don’t have to. And that driveway there, you know, the circular kind, where you never even have to back up. What the fuck do we need a pool for? Says who? Why do we need a fucking pool when we have a lake? You don’t have any idea either. Do you?”
“You know, you’d actually have to give up sleeping here. Hmm. What– what the fuck– what the fuck are you talking about? You come up here every night. Fuck!”
“I need to know where this Javi guy stays in the Ozarks. Just please, fucking tell me something, anything, please. He killed Wyatt. I just… I just need help. Anything. Please. I’m begging you. Why– why– why you keep looking at her? Please. If you ever cared about Wyatt at all. Thank you.”
“I’ll be okay. You here to kill me? What does that fucking mean? Are you saying you’ll help deliver him to me? Because you owe me? How many months? Hmm. You promise me? ‘Cause I’ll hold you fucking to it. All right, then. Lying fucking bitch.”
“I need a gun. Well, I was wrong. It’s probably better if you don’t know. Yeah.”
“You fucking checking up on me? ‘Cause Wendy already told me to chill out so y’all can help m e when the time’s right. Uh-huh. Well, I wouldn’t have done that if I was gonna do something stupid, would I? What– what’d you tell her? Just– just play fucking dumb. Look, I’ll– I’ll– I’ll go see her soon. Look, I-I just– I just need a minute to get my head straight. Yeah. Is this you asking or your fucking foundation? Yeah, I’m okay. You don’t gotta worry about me.”
“I don’t– I don’t know. I know. Um… uh, what are– what are the cops saying? Soon, I– soon, I promise. I love you.”
“Hey, Wyatt. Um, can I get a refill to go?”
“Uh, sorry. I-I just wanted to say I really love your shit. Anyway, uh… oh, uh… nothing. Just stuck in the past. It– it always feels to me like he hates it and misses it all at once. And he’s only fucking 20. You ever wonder if he’d trade that record if it meant not having go through all that shit? Me? I… I never sleep. You know.”
“Clare Shaw’s office. Hi, this is Charlotte Byrde. I’m just calling to confirm the meeting time for Marty and Wendy Byrde. Right. Ten o’clock. Thank you.”
“Ugh! You stupid fucking chickenshit! Fucking fuck! Fuck! God. What? Well, it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t do it. I fucking froze. No, not when you’re trying to kill someone, it ain’t. Fuck off, Dr. Phil. No, I’m a fucking failure. Wendy fucking lied to me. She said you were gonna help me get to him. Bullshit! She was protecting your fucking Byrde family circle-jerk association or whatever the fuck you call it. You know I’m fucking right. All I had to do was squeeze the trigger. No, it means I can’t do anything right. Yeah.”
“They’re looking at fucking office space, Wy. They’re looking at offices and meeting fucking business people and making fucking deals. They’re building a whole fucking life that should be ours.”
“We all paid up in here? We’re going to her office. You told me he was on a plane to Mexico. I told you. We’re going to your fucking office. No, you told me to go home. Big difference. Tell her to take us to her office, or I’ll shoot her in the fucking head right here.”
“Fucking call him. Is that right, Marty? Tell me more about what I do and don’t fucking want. Call him. God. I used to love to hear you fucking talk. Bitch, you need to shut the fuck up! Welcome to my fucking world. You know who you’re in business with? They will tear everything you have to the ground, and somehow, they’ll make you feel like next time it’ll all be different. Because you wanna believe. They’ll make you feel like they fucking care. But Wendy, she’s fucking soulless. She will rip your heart out of your chest if it helps her get what she wants. She’s like a fucking predator that doesn’t even know why it’s killing anymore. And Marty. He pretends to care. But, really, he doesn’t have any real emotion, or else he’s too fucking cunt-struck to even know who he is anymore. Do you really think… everything you do is to protect your family? Are you really that fucking shut down? They’ve stolen people’s businesses. They drag their kids into every part of the drug business. They’ve had people killed. Do you honestly believe every story they’ve ever told you?”
Clare Shaw
“I sense a catch. I’m afraid that’s impossible. Giving you stock options would out this entire arrangement. Obviously, that can’t happen. But she is the sister and the mother of drug cartel leaders.”
“You know, it’s a combination of the two.”
“We lived in the part that was normal. So people had horses and sprawling– great. I loved– I got this. I loved Iowa. I’m sorry. What– what is it you think you’re doing here? Uh, I don’t understand. What is going on? Not unless I get an explanation we’re not. Someone needs to explain to me what is going on. I’m not just gonna sit here and be bullied or intimidated.”
“Who? Will someone please tell me what is going on? I can give you money, okay? Name a price. There are– there are safes in this office. Just– just give me a number. How much of that was true?”
Wyatt Langmore
“All right, here’s an easy one. The Chronic. Uh, ‘Brown Sugar.’ Illmatic. ‘Back in the USSR.’ The Black Album. Oh, fuck you. Uh… ‘State of Grace.’ Tongue is asleep. Mm-hmm. Oh. I was thinking, we should get some, like, big-ass speakers for outside on the porch there, like, real festival-sized shit. Put the pool over there. What do you mean? You always need a pool. It’s a big house. If you got a big house… … you gotta have a pool, right? You know what? You don’t understand the first thing about being fuckin’ rich. No. I don’t.”
“Yeah, I know. Wanna know something crazy? I’m, like, deathly afraid of heights. I know. How fucking stupid is that?”
“Hey, this is Wyatt, leave a message. Hey, this is Wyatt, leave a message.”
Javier Elizonndro
“I need you to clean something up for me, then get to Chicago. I set a meeting for tomorrow morning at Shaw. Um… I finally took care of that hillbilly cunt. My uncle should have done it when she killed Del. It’s done now. Clean it the fuck up, and I’ll see you in Chicago.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s correct. Tell me, is the penthouse available? What the hell, right? Excuse me. Work. I hope you’re not calling me with problems. Just get to Chicago and I need you to bring the financials for my uncle’s children. Is that a problem? Is there something else?”
“Hi, Mom. How are they treating you? Are you okay? Are they treating you well? And everyone knows that my uncle has blessed me? I’m going to be there in two days. Listen, I’m not going to lose the kingdom. I’ll be there the day after tomorrow. I’m doing the work that your brother simply couldn’t do. Don’t worry. You’re going to be very proud, Mom. I promise you.”
“I’m proposing that we make this relationship long-term. I’m willing to commit to five years right now at a 20% price reduction. Any agreement about donations to your political organization, you can negotiate separately. No catch. Just fair compensation. In return, I receive stock options in Shaw Medical. Uh, this is important to you, this relationship, right? This is important. The stock will be in my mother’s name. She’s not on any law enforcement list. She’s simply a citizen. Hmm. Your shareholders will be happy if your company does well, hmm? Perceptions are fluid. Like power dynamics. Case in point, when I was in business school, I had a professor who always treated me as somehow lesser than my other classmates. Now that he runs the business school, he’s invited me to dinner to discuss a donation. Well, clearly, he’s found a way to incorporate my family’s tile business into the school endowment plans. Speaking of which, did you bring the financials for my uncle’s legitimate holdings? I’d like these to be transferred into my mother’s name. Oh, they’re family. I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.”
“Hmm. Not a very good advertisement for a business school, huh? I’m lucky. The tile business has proven to be recession-proof. I’m actually in the midst of diversifying my family assets. I’m investing in the pharmaceutical industry, and we’ve made inroads into the gaming and hotel business. Hmm. And why is that obvious? May I be honest? I used to think… that you were not particularly interested in my thoughts on business, back when I was a student. Actually, I was one of the most social people in the class. Por favor. Please. What if I offered you $2 million, but I said I wanted my name on a building? Or I could beat the living shit out of you, and the donation would be anonymous? You heard me. I’ll have my people write the check.”
“Felicidades. Please–“
Jonah Byrde
“Of course it’s our business. It’s Ruth. No, no. Hey, what could you possibly still have to figure out? Would you take me to the motel?”
“I-I don’t know. He stayed at Helen’s house once, but I mean, the owners are back now. Look, I don’t want you to get hurt. Yeah, I know.”
“This is him. It’s from his business school yearbook. I-I don’t– I don’t understand any of it.”
Charlotte Byrde
“Sure. He’s meeting tomorrow with my parents at Shaw Medical in Chicago. I don’t know what time.”
Three Langmore
“Where are you? Are you okay? How the fuck did this happen? So, where are you? Ruth. Ruth, you know who did it, don’t you? Is that where you are? Please just come home. Wyatt would hate your doing this. Please.”
Cade Langmore
“God damn it, Ruthie, where are they? I know it was you that took the fucking cigarettes. You hear me? I know you ain’t asleep, girl. I know you can hear me. Come on, now. Just tell Daddy where you hid ’em. Like where you came from things are better. Fuck you doing? The boys are sleeping. Someone’s got to. Shut the fuck up. Go ahead, then. Get the fuck out and don’t fucking come back, bitch!”
Langmore
“You really think I need this shit, living in this junkyard? Oh, you’re right about that. I traded one shithole for another and one asshole for another. Oh, now you care? How about those times I’m on my shift, and you leave the boys all alone and go wherever the fuck you go? You care then? Or what, you little bitch? You gonna cry like a baby ’cause you ain’t a man? That’s for goddamn sure. You’re all trash. I’m getting the fuck out of here.”
Waitress
“Here you go, sweetie.”
Chicago
“Hey lady! Get out of the fucking road!”
Barton
“Obviously, the entire educational landscape took a huge financial hit. Unfortunately, we happened to be more leveraged than most. Hmm? Hmm. Hmm. That sounds good. Mm. Sounds like you’re in a perfect position to make a donation to the business school. Anonymous, obviously. Well, I– I just wanna protect you from people with their hands out. Of course. I just thought you were… very private. That– that must have been my mistake. I’m just gonna run to the washroom. Please excuse me. Is, uh… is– is something wrong? What’d you say? Why would you do that?”
Killer Mike
“Everybody hates him, his employees, everybody. The customers. Yeah, he’s leaning into it. You know that’s right. And he don’t pay no state tax.”
“I appreciate you. Thank you. What you bumping? All facts. You know, when I listen to that record, his projects are in Queens, and you can kinda see Manhattan, and I’ve always thought it was so hopeful and fucking cruel at the same time. I mean, if you gotta ask the question… you should take it easy on the coffee. Why not?”
Killer Mike’s homie
“You know what I mean. He’s going full in. Straight up. He’s from Florida. He’s on that other shit. I mean, sure enough. I get it.”
Shaw Medical Solutions
“Shaw Medical Solutions, how may I help you? Clare Shaw’s office. Ten o’clock.”
Concierge
“We have you booked with us for two nights. Is that correct? The Richard M. Daley Suite is available at a rate of $1,300 a night. Would you like to make that change? You’re all set, sir.”
Frank Jr.
“You know, you jus talked me out of this exact thing. So, who do I have to thank for taking care of Darlene? It’s clean. Won’t come back to no one. Just make sure you dump it after you use it. Don’t get in your head about it. Just keep it real simple. Squeeze the trigger like you’re taking in a breath. I’ll buy you a drink when you get back.”
Camila Elizonndro
“Yes. Yes. I just worry. A lot can happen in two days, son. Okay. Hmm. No running around with women, okay?”
