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Marty Byrde
Financier angel investor Marty Byrde cuts a deal with Mexican cartel top-brass Omar Navarro to relocate to the Missouri Ozarks and sanitize $500 million in cash over five years.
OUTSTANDING LEAD ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES
1 nomination : 2018
OUTSTANDING DIRECTING FOR A DRAMA SERIES
1 nomination: 2018
“Scratch. Wampum. Dough. Sugar. Clams. Loot. Bills. Bones. Bread. Sucks. Money. That which separates the haves from the have-nots. But what is money? It’s everything if you don’t have it, right? Half of all American adults have more credit card debt than savings. 25% have no savings at all. And only 15% of the population is on track to fund even one year of retirement. Suggesting what? The middle class is evaporating? Or the American Dream is dead? You wouldn’t be sitting there listening to me if the latter were true. You see, I think most people just have a fundamentally flawed view of money. Is it simply an agreed-upon unit of exchange for goods and services? $3,70 for a gallon of milk? Thirty bucks to cut your grass? Or is it an intangible? Security or happiness. Peace of mind. Let me propose a third option. Money as a measuring device. You see, the hard reality is how much money we accumulate in life is not a function of who’s president or the economy or bubbles bursting or bad breaks or bosses. It’s about the American work ethic. The one that made us the greatest country on Earth. It’s about bucking the media’s opinion as to what constitutes a good parent. Deciding to miss the ball game, the play, the concert, because you’ve resolved to work and invest in your family’s future. And taking responsibility for the consequences of those actions. Patience. Frugality. Sacrifice. When you boil it down, what do those three things have in common? Those are choices. Money is not peace of mind. Money’s not happiness. Money is, at its essence… that measure of a man’s choices. Mmm-hmm. Sure. You’re doing your due diligence. Call me Marty. Um-hum. Um, well, tell me, um… what are your… what are your financial plans? Do you have a… a five-year goal? Pools are tricky. Very difficult to, uh, recoup your money when it comes time to sell. As an investment… uh, they’re poor. Yep. Yeah. Hey, come on in, meet the Hunkins. This is Liddell of Lidell and Byrde. This is Bruce Liddell. The Hunkins are just interviewing financial advisors, so… what about? Yep.” — Marty Byrde
“It’s nice. It’s very nice. Yeah. What kind of windows are these? I mean, this is southern facing, right? I mean, depending on their performance rating, the cooling bill will be 15, 20% higher in the summer. Something to consider. Twenty-two. It’s a long time. This is your future wife you’re talking about. That is enough. Mmm-hmm. Nothing wrong with that Camry. And I do just fine, sex-wise. Yeah. Oh, come on. Come on. I’m planning up. Are you? Lake of the Ozarks? Yeah? Come on. This is mine? No. What? No, we’re not… we’re not taking it yet.” — Marty Byrde
“Put that back, please. Give me that. Give me the clicker, please. I was watching that. Yes, I was. Give it to me and eat your dinner and leave your brother alone. Not taking his side. You’re picking on him. Yeah, let’s do it. How was yours? No, thank you, no. Is she all right? Oh. Jesus Christ. No. Is it? It’s itchy skin, honey. Right, let’s save our money. I mean, if they’re close to a cure for flaky skin and your contribution’s gonna put a crack team of dermatologists over the top, then I’m gonna pony up. But until then, I’d like to save my ten bucks. Okay? One day, you’re gonna work for a living and you’re not gonna like people with hands in your pockets. No, it’s fine. Let her face fall off. What? She asked me for $20 last week and $50 the weekend before that. She’s 15 years old. She needs to know the value of money. Do you not agree? That’s ironic. Thank you for dinner.” — Marty Byrde
“Mm-mm. Thank you. I’m watching something else. Just got something on my mind. Mm-mm. Good night. Who loves his little girl? Good night.” — Marty Byrde
“Why? Yeah. Thank you. Hello. TRucking? Why? Now? No, Bruce. It’s the middle of the night. Tell me what the problem is, and I can try– okay.” — Marty Byrde
“Hey, Mr. Hanson. Hey, Bruce. Yeah? What’s going on? Hey, Del. Didn’t know you were coming in town. Yeah, thanks. Your what? Your $5 million? What’s he talking about? Listen, Del. Wh… whatever money you’re missing, I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation. Yeah. I know what this is. I know what you’re doing. This is an intimidation audit. Yeah? I mean, you think you can just come in here unannounced and rattle some cages, and someone’s gonna admit to skimming? I mean, you’re fishing. And, I mean, people steal. I get it. But you got a distribution chain downstream that’s run by meth heads and drug dealers. That’s where you’re gonna find your Aunt Carlottas. They’re not in here. We’ve been laundering money for Mr. Navarro for ten years? The only thing you’ve done here is you’ve involved a civilian. All right? And, you know, to be honest, this, uh… Dale Carnegie-Pablo Escobar ruse? I think that’s beneath you. Come on, Del. Ruse. Let me just say goodbye to my kids. They’re asleep. And I’ll just… I’ll just leave them a message, you know. And they’re confused… …and worried about me. Hang on a second. I’ll just leave a message. Tell ’em that I’m going away somewhere and that I’m gonna miss ’em. Huh? What? Wendy doesn’t know anything about what I do. I never told her about anything that I do. Not once. Not once. You don’t need to do anything to Wendy. No, no, no. No, hang on. Hang on. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. One second. Just talk to me for one second. Just hang on a second. Um… more shoreline… more shoreline than the whole coast of California. This place right here has more shoreline… than the whole coast of California. And apparently, every summer… hang on, listen to me. Every summer, the population of this place explodes. Tons of tourists. Midwesterners from all over the place. Blue-collar, white-collar, loaded with cash. Okay? That’s why I got this brochure. Hang on, one second. I got this brochure last week, scouting businesses, and I brought it back to talk to Bruce about it. And I was gonna talk to you, because I wanna put the house on the market, and I wanna move down there with the family, and I wanna do what we do down there. You’re right about Chicago. You got the FBI and the ATF and the CIA. And they’re all… they’re circling around Chicago. And they’re tapping phones, and they’re monitoring bank accounts, and I just… we need a new hub. I need a new hub. Okay? This place… it’s away from every sing;e law enforcement agency in the US and it’s cash rich. Okay? Think about it. I mean, what do I do? I launder ten percent of what the cartel does in the US? Right? And even if you piecemeal five percent off to some other guy, you know, which I doubt you do, but even if you do, that’s 85% that’s getting shipped across the border into Mexico. All right? And how much of that is getting seized? A lot. It’s a waste. How much of it is getting siphoned off to, you know, bribe the border patrol guys and-and the cops, and the politicians and the judges and all that stuff? It’s all going out the window. Just give it to me. I want more than just the ten percent. I want it all. And I wanna take it down there. Okay? What did these guys take from you? Was it eight? Is that what they said? I’ll get you that. I’ll put that together. I’ll make you whole. You call it earnest money, okay? I give that to you… but then I take me and my family and we go down to the Ozarks, just like I planned. And I just start washing money. Tons of it. Nothing but washed money. That’s all that matters. Come on. Come on. Five years, three years, and I’ll launder twice what we’re doing right now. Five years… $500 million. I can do that. It’s got more… more shoreline than the whole coast of California. Come on. Yeah. No question. Okay. Cash. I understand. Yeah.” — Marty Byrde
“I want you to forget it, okay? I… or do you want to just role-play it? Okay, I’m Detective Whoever The Fuck, and you’re the wife of the top money launderer of the second largest drug cartel in Mexico. Go. I mean, come on. Police mean jail time, or witness protection program, at best, if we even get that far. Well… what do you wanna hear? You know, people who drive trucks full of cash onto scales to weigh it because there’s too much to count, they don’t exactly have a code of ethics they adhere to. We’re not going to the police. No. Liz is dead, Wendy. She’s dissolving in a barrel next to the one they stuffed Bruce into. Now here’s what I’m gonna do. Over the next two days… I’m gonna try to pull together $8 million to pay back what Bruce stole. What we’re not gonna do is– well, it’s gonna be tight. I mean, after early withdrawal penalties, I don’t know, but I’m gonna try. What we’re not gonna do, though, is panic, okay? We’re gonna prioritize and we’re gonna compartmentalize. And there’s gonna be a little bit of time management, okay? All right? Starting first thing tomorrow, after we tell the kids we’re moving, we’re gonna call your friend Linda, the Realtor, and we’re gonna list the house. Then you’re gonna call a moving company. Then you and the kids are gonna pack. You can help ’em or let ’em do it themselves. I don’t really care, but come Friday, after school… we’re on the road, okay? That’s it. And with the movers, please, get three bids. The money’s gonna be tight.” — Marty Byrde
“Charlotte, you’re going. We’re all going. Husbands and fathers, and-and-and mothers and wives… they take new jobs, they relocate with their families all the time. You know, this country was built by Americans pursuing opportunity, okay? The pioneers, for one, relocated once a day. That’s right. Yeah, and I’ve decided the opportunity is in Missouri. It’s simple. Charlotte…” — Marty Byrde
“Not some, all. Everything. Liquidated, cash. $7,945,400. No, I’ll be back in six months with twice the money. I know how the banking system works. That’s why I’m calling you in advance so you can get it. Sir, by the end of business today, you’re gonna have close to $8 million in four separate accounts at your bank, and I suspect that that puts you in a woefully undercapitalized position relative to your obligations to the FDIC. Okay? So, you know, unless you’re the vice president of the one institution that is exempt from the liquidity ratio laws that govern every other bank in America, I suggest you place a call to the Federal Reserve at 230 South LaSalle, and you order yourself up a shit-pot full of cash. Hey, Brenda, um… This firm has been dissolved, unfortunately. The firm. It no longer exists, okay? Uh, but, um… you know, you were great. All the way through.” — Marty Byrde
“Uh-uh. This ‘Sugarwood’ right there. What is that? Yeah, tell me what it means. Ah, right. I got it. I got it. Thank you. Hypothetically, scale of one to ten, how difficult would it be for someone to disappear? No. Just me. You know, and the family. Family of four. Yeah. Hang on. Hang on. I just got a text from my bank. My wife emptied our checkings and savings. No. What? What makes you think she’s there? Fucking bitch! Twenty-two years! Never cheated. Not once. And I had the chance… more than a few times. But I never ever took it. Instead, I worked. Came home, went to bed, got up, did it all over again. Not good enough, huh? And now you want to try to take our money? You want a divorce? I will show you the meaning of ugly. You will lose. I will lawyer up. I will dig in. I– Wendy? What kind of man isn’t willing to lie to save his wife’s life? After. Your father? Fire her. It’s not the first time she stole from you. It’s the first time you caught her.” — Marty Byrde
“You’re welcome. Hi. Good morning. Hi. What’s this? Yeah, good to see you. No, thank you. Am I under duress? No. What are you doing? No. There’s been– no, stop that. There’s been no kidnapping. I’m not wearing any wires. I just… I have a, uh… a business opportunity that requires cash. Yeah? Well, I agree to disagree. Where’s my money? Okay. There’s two federal agents here. Which means you wouldn’t take the chance that there was a kidnapping and not have my money. So if you don’t produce it immediately, I’m gonna walk into that lobby, and I’m gonna tell these people that I can’t get my money out. And we’ll see how long that takes to go viral, and you get a good old-fashioned run on this bank. And if I want to put all $7,945,400 into a hot tub… get buck naked and play Scrooge McDuck, that is 100% my business. Now, where’s my money?” — Marty Byrde
“Long time. Yeah, I’m short. $6,950. But it is not… it’s not a problem. I’ve already sold that car, but I also have a minivan that I haven’t sold yet. And this… it’s a Honda Odyssey. It’s… it’s top-tanked minivan in the US. Blue Book on it is $27,000 and I get the cash– clean it? It’s… that’s clean. It’s already clean. You want me to clean it? Again? You’d lose 15%. Another 25% in taxes. Minimum. Yeah. You know, Del, the other day you said… ‘where’s my $5 million?’ and Bruce and the Hanson kid took eight. And you killed Liz on a hunch.” — Marty Byrde
“Just gonna take a leak. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” — Marty Byrde
“A family is like a small business. And with a small business, at times, there comes… …a bit of a transition. Thank you, Wendy. And… and whenever a small business transitions, it’s important to stay lean and to not overextend. Uh, so today, while your mom is buying us a new house, uh, you two are to plant yourselves here. That is your job. Everything we have of value is in that room. Yeah. Sorry, man. We’re just finishing up breakfast. Thank you. No one goes in that room whose last name is not Byrde. Understood? Just nod. Thank you. Shall we?” — Marty Byrde
“I don’t think so, Wendy. Seven and a half bucks an hour is not gonna put a dent in our problems. That you haven’t used since Charlotte was born. So? What do you mean? Well, we could tell them the truth, Wendy. How would that be? For this house, I want you to find one as nice as possible, but as cheap as possible. I want you to think starter home. We got $20,000 to our name. Just 20. So please, do not sign anything without talking to me first. And we are not husband and wife… anymore. We’re just business partners. And our job is to raise those kids. But you’re absolutely right that I share some blame for this. I should’ve caught Bruce. I was in charge of the numbers. I should’ve seen it coming. But my mind was elsewhere, Wendy. You know, it’s Saturday night… and your… your foxy boxing, or your Zumba, or whatever the hell it is that costs me a few hundred dollars every month, it ended two hours ago, and there’s no Wendy. Why does she get so many texts every night? Why does she have to leave the room to make a call? I wonder who’s fucking my wife? So that’s my bad. And, no, I… I don’t forget Gary. I don’t forget how you emptied our bank accounts when you knew I needed that money, Wendy. You knew I needed it. And I doubt very, very much that you did that by yourself, that you did that in a vacuum. So… my memory’s crystal clear. I was there. For all of it. In fact, the satisfying sound of your lover smacking the pavement is the only thing that gets me to sleep every night.” — Marty Byrde
“Okay. Money Laundering 101. Say you come across a suitcase with five millions bucks in it. What would you buy? A yacht? A mansion? A sports car? Sorry. The IRS won’t let you buy anything of value with it. So you better get that money into the banking system. But here’s the problem. That dirty money is too clean. Looks like it just came out of a bank vault. You gotta age it up. Crumple it. Drag it through the dirt. Run it over with your car. Anything to make it look like it’s been around the block. Next, you need a cash business. Something pleasant and joyful… with books that are easily manipulated. No credit card receipts, etcetera. You mix the five million with the cash from the joyful business. That mixture goes from an American bank… to a bank from any country that doesn’t have to listen to the IRS. It then goes into a standard checking account… and voilà. All you need is access to one of over three million terminals, because your work is done. Your money’s clean. It’s as legitimate as anybody else’s.” — Marty Byrde
“Yeah, okay. I, uh… to be honest, you know, I… I can’t really assess much until I look at the numbers. I’m the numbers guy.” — Marty Byrde
“I did find something. Yeah, a couple things, actually. Um, you see here… uh, this column right here. You know, first look at it, it looks tip-top, right? But if you take a closer look, all of these accounts here, the decimal number is rounded up to an even number. Uh, well, I mean, aside from that anomaly and a few other discrepancies, you know, it all sort of… it leads me to believe that maybe half of these accounts are… are casuistic. Uh, that they’re completely made up, you know? And correct me if I’m wrong, but, um, you know, I’m curious if, uh… if these false accounts weren’t planted as sort of, uh, a test for potential money managers. That would take me to the second point. I’m not quite sure how to say this, but it seems that someone could be skimming off of half of these accounts. I… I don’t want to make any accusations, but I would imagine you already have your suspicions, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” — Marty Byrde
“That’s just the way my brain works. Just playing out the scenario.” — Marty Byrde
“Your dad sounds like he was full of shit. With all due respect. You really believe that? You really think that there’s some… some preordained chart, floating around up in the ether, with our fate all figured out? That’s a bunch of crap. Things happen because human beings make decisions, they commit acts… and that makes things happen. And it creates a snowball effect with the… you know, their world around them, causes other people to make decisions. Cycle continues, snowball keeps rolling. And even when that’s not the case, when life’s events are not connected to other people’s decisions and actions, it’s not some bullshit fucking test sent down from the universe to check your resolve, you know. I mean, what would the reason be for some health five-year-old to get a brain tumor? Or why would a tsunami wipe out a village? You tell those families everything happens for a reason. No, sometimes people make decisions, shit happens, and we gotta act accordingly. Or you can… crawl in a hole and die, you know?” — Marty Byrde
“Mm-hmm. You know, uh… Del made me a very generous offer to work for him, and it’s exactly what we thought it was. I turned him down. I mean, you know… No. I don’t think so. I don’t know. I would do it… really well. The offer’s great. Probably not, but, uh… nothing wrong with talking about it, right? Just talking. Well, look, I mean, the money, obviously. I could really grow the business. I could trade at the level I’ve always wanted. I mean, no one’s gonna mistake me for Warren Buffet, but, Wendy… we’d be good. As in never, ever having to worry about money again. Ever. Jail. Those things would never happen. And I wouldn’t be a mule. I wouldn’t be a dealer. I’d be just pushing my mouse around my desk. Get this. With all of his bravado, he was counting on you shutting it down instantly. Mm-mm. He doesn’t. That’s right. I wouldn’t. Can we? Are we gonna do this? Same here. Yeah? We’re gonna do it? Hmm? Okay.” — Marty Byrde
“I’m a businessman. I trust the numbers.” — Marty Byrde
Bruce Liddell
“Marty, gotta be in the city at 4:00. Leave in ten? Oh. Hi! Oh, so you didn’t tell them? Okay. So, we handle 73% of Northwestern’s entire surgical staff. Yeah, that’s our appointment. So, due to that level of business, we’re about to stop taking on new clients. There is an Edward Jones office on Wacker I hear does a halfway decent job. Or… Marty, you tell me if it’s not too late… then $5,000 would still open an account here today. And we’d be happy to take check or credit card. Great. Great. Nice to meet you two. Marty, I’ll see you in the car.” — Bruce Liddell
“Oh, my goodness, this is perfect, baby. I love when you give me boundaries. It’s nice? Fucking nice? I’m in that corner, you’re in that corner. Twenty people working for us. Boom, boom, boom. Two receptionists. The kind you see through. You wanna go call some clients or something? I think Marty and I need to huddle up. He’s being a little bitch. Yeah? Okay. All right. Saw your computer screen. Wendy catches you rubbing one out to that amateur backdoor action, she’s gonna fucking crap a toaster, dude. What are you thinking? You and Wendy been together how long? Twenty years? Twenty -two years. Holy Christ, those threads are stripped. It’s a long time. Liz… Liz…nothing’s off-menu. This girls got a wink like a fox trap. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Easy, settle. Marty Byrde, you’re my best friend. I love you, I do. But you’re living a tragically subdued life. And how is it… how is it we make the same bank, and yet I can see my place in Trump Tower from here and you’re driving a ten-year-old Camry with cloth fucking seats? Oh, oh, oh, really? Really? Says the man watching DIY porn in his office, with clients present. Wow. Now, be honest. When was the last time you were really truly happy? Okay, okay. You got me. You got me. Financial advisor’s not my dream job, but I am taking a fucking bite out of the apple. Yeah. Hey, check this out. Check this out. Liz and I went here… …last weekend. Amazing. Amazing. Look at this. Yeah. Lake of the Ozarks. Southern Missouri. The Redneck Riviera, baby. I thought I was gonna hate the place. Got there… …almost pissed myself. Seriously. This bad boy… this bad boy has more shoreline, literally, than the entire coast of California. Look at that. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Every summer, five million cash-rich tourists show up, descend on the place. And it’s got everything. Rich, poor, bass boats, yachts, condos. You keep this. You hold on to this. Yeah, you put that on your vision board. Okay? This place, I’m telling you, it’s got everything. My point is, you can buy land right down to the waterline. We invest, okay? Use it as an excuse to get out of the city. Your mood improves, probably your marriage. I think we’ll take it. We’re not… we’re gonna consider it. Mm.”– Bruce Liddell
“Marty, it’s Bruce. I’m at Hanson’s. I’m with Senior and Junior. I need you here, Marty. Now. Del. Del’s here. Hey, Marty. Del just has a few questions. He’s– one mistake against 15 years. Training cashiers is a bitch. I’d give her a second chance, Del. That’s right. What the fuck? Jesus Christ! What the fuck? Liz! God, Marty! Hey, shut the… shut the fuck up! Hey! Shut– Del! What have you done, Del? Goddamn it, what have you done? No! We rigged the gas gauges. They’d read full when they were five gallons light. Eight million over three years. Marty had nothing to do with this. This is all me. I need you to understand… I… I would’ve never done any of this if I thought it would hurt you. And I am–“– Bruce Liddell
Wendy Byrde
“Sometimes, we don’t think we’re gonna like something, but then you try it, and then suddenly you realize that you’re having fun. Think about your trampoline. I mean, your father and I fought about getting that for years. And then, all of a sudden, what happened? Next thing you knew, the two of us were doing backflips out there with you. It’s a school dance. Everybody stands around. Hey. Hey. Stop it, both of you. We don’t use that word. You know that. Stop it, both of you. Your brother is handsome no matter what he wears. Gotta put yourself out there. Okay, okay. Just stop. Can we reset this conversation? How was your day? My day was very exciting. I went to Costco. And then I went and got groceries. And then I… I dropped off the recyclables. And then I took Jonah to the dentist. And then– do not throw that out. Your father might want it later. Um-hum. What for? Charlotte, get the ten dollars out of my purse. It’s… it’s ten dollars. For God’s sake. I agree. Your Consumer Reports came today. I worked hard at it.” — Wendy Byrde
“Do you want the History Channel? I’m tired. You seem awfully quiet. Do you care if I go to bed? Good night.” — Wendy Byrde
“No. There is no choice here. Marty, stop. We have to call the police. If we make it that f… the kids and I are in danger? Send Liz to the police. No, Bruce didn’t come home. He’s missing. They’ll find out he’s dead– do we even have that much?” — Wendy Byrde
“Yeah, I think so, honey. Okay, we understand… …that this is… this is upsetting. Believe me, I get how hard this is. But we’re a family, so we are… we’re making this move as a family. We would prefer if you would… see it as an adventure. I got her.” — Wendy Byrde
“Marty’s in business with some very bad people. We need to leave town. We leave tomorrow. Everything’s on the table. The Lake of the Ozarks. I think it’s where camouflage is a primary color. He’s paying back the money that his partner stole. How much, I don’t know. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!” — Wendy Byrde
“Hey, Gary? Hey, Gary, I’m back! Marty, you there?” — Wendy Byrde
“You know, Charlotte, it has been, um… a real hard few days, so… if there is… anything in here that you can just combine… okay. You’re just gonna have to help mommy over the next few days, okay? Just keep a really good attitude. And you have to trust us, all right? I know we’ll work this out later. I really do. Okay? Thank you.” — Wendy Byrde
“Where you going?” — Wendy Byrde
“Transition. No, your father, he’s just saying we have to prioritize our spending. That’s all, Charlotte. That’s all. Yeah.” — Wendy Byrde
“Maybe I should get a job. Oh, come on. I have a Master’s degree. So? What’s our story for the kids? Well, they see this polite dance that we’re doing in front of them. They… they hear the constant edge in your voice. Oh, you know what, Marty? Before you get too comfortable up there on your cross, and have your pity party, let me just… let me just jog your memory for a minute. There was an innocent man who was murdered. Gary. He was a good man. He… he only did good things in this world. Not like Bruce. Gary was a father. He had two grown sons. I never met them, but I… I know he loved them. And… he was thrown off his balcony. For what? People cheat! They have sex with people who they aren’t married to. It happens. It’s not unique. I was unhappy. You’re not exactly blameless in this. Open the goddamn door!” — Wendy Byrde
“It’s nice here. Well, we knew that was probably gonna happen. You tell him no? Marty? What’d you say? No, I don’t know. There something you wanna discuss? You sure? Well, of course you would. Well, I’m sure that it is. But this… this isn’t anything we can really consider, is it? Okay. Have at it, ‘just talking.’ Play it out. Name the pros. Mm-hmm. Okay. So how much money are we talking about? Good as in…? Wow. Cons? Mm. Leaving your family, pissing off a cartel. What does Bruce think? Well, he doesn’t know me like you do. Well, even if you… if we did do this, I mean… it’s not like you’d be stealing. We can’t… we can’t do this. Why can’t we do it? You really gonna do this? Well… I’m good with it if you are. Then I guess we’re really gonna do this. Hmm? Mm. Mm. I guess so. Yeah.” — Wendy Byrde
“And you were right all along. We can’t make emotional decisions based on other people’s choices. So we just have to wake up and make the right choices for us and our kids.” — Wendy Byrde
“Always better to be the person holding the gun than the one running from the gunman.” — Wendy Byrde
“I need you to know, I understand why you might wanna leave. And maybe we’re never gonna be the kind of family who listens to music and sings into hairbrushes, but we’re still a family. And your father and I love you more than anything in the world. And there was a time when I wanted to leave, too. And yes, I had an affair. And I did it because I wanted to be someone else. I wanted to live a different life. And I was so wrong. Because this is who I am and this is who I wanna be. Just think about it. Okay?” — Wendy Byrde
Jonah Byrde
“Mom, I do’t want to go to the dance and I’m not gonna have fun. You just don’t want me there. You’re the retard. Oh, screw you. You want it? Okay.” — Jonah Byrde
“The Ozarks. That’s, like, woods and stuff? You okay?” — Jonah Byrde
“All right, dad.” — Jonah Byrde
Charlotte Byrde
“Look, if he’s just gonna stand around, why make him go? I’m trying to help you, retard. You know, maybe you should go. Then you can wear your Minecraft T-shirt and take your spear. No, you’re not. Why do you always take his side? Not like you ever say anything to him. That’s very exciting. Didn’t you get, um, groceries on Monday? I need ten dollars. There’s a fundraiser for Hannah Lawson. She has psoriasis. It’s a disease, dad. Like cancer, okay? There’s no cure. I am not calling you one, but why are you acting so dickish? I mean, it is only $10.” — Charlotte Byrde
“You do, daddy.” — Charlotte Byrde
“No fucking way am I going. Not me. I’m gonna live with Caitlin. Mom, what the fuck? You’re a financial advisor. A self-employed financial advisor. You decide where the opportunity is. Yeah, well, thanks for the eggs and the shit sandwich.” — Charlotte Byrde
“What’s really going on, mom? Okay. Okay. Okay.” — Charlotte Byrde
“So when did the Marriott become such a stretch? He’s not saying anything. Really? You’re not gonna be honest with us? Either of you? What are we dong here? Enough already! Christ!” — Charlotte Byrde
Camino Del Rio
Omar Navarro
“You look good, Marty. Where’s my $5 million? Have a seat. Clean? Other than the $100 million in drug money that you and your father collect and transport to these two gentlemen to launder? No. ‘Stolen.’ That’s my word. Sit down. Should tell that to him. From Chicago to Panama, Moscow to Tel Aviv, Marty Byrde can make $100 million in dirty money disappear like spit on a hot skillet. Of course. When I was nine years old, I started working for my parents’ grocery store. Wasn’t a big store, but it fed six kids. We had four cashiers. Carlotta, our best… maybe 30… started when she was 15. She was loyal. The kind of person you call ‘aunt’ when you’re nine years old, because she was always there. Always with a smile. And then one day, my father’s closing up… and he sees Aunt Carlotta slip five dollars’ worth of pesos… out of the till, into her pocket. He could not believe it. ‘Why? Why, Carlotta? If you needed the money, why didn’t you just come to me?’ Carlotta was a proud woman. Not too proud to steal, but… proud. She had four kids, no husband. Her youngest one had asthma. Said she needed the money to buy medicine. So her boy could breathe. Cried like a baby. Swore she would never do it again. Begged my father not to fire her. Begged. Mr. Hanson… what should my father do with Aunt Carlotta? Probation. I love America. Bruce? Marty, what should my father do? Ruse? That’s a good word. Muchachos!” — Omar Navarro
“You know what I like about Chicago? All the Mexicans. Culture, the food, the language. The women. I feel at home. You know what I dislike about Chicago? All the fucking Mexicans. Might as well put up a sign that says, ‘Welcome to Chicago, drug hub of the US.’ FinCEN, DEA, ATF, FBI… all circling like buzzards. And where does all the drama come from? Hmm? Four sticky-fingered white men. How’d you do it, Bruce? Hey. Hanson’s men picked up the shipment of cash along with whatever legitimate load. Air conditioners. Subtract the weight of the cash from the weight of the trucks… how much, Bruce? Okay. Ready? They know. Where are they? Are your kids in school? Summer break? Your kids, summer break? I don’t want to do Wendy in front of the kids. Are we ready? Excuse me? I gotta go. You said that already. Here we go. $500 million in five years? Hey. $500 million in five years? You have 48 hours to get me my money. Cash. No financial instruments, no wire transfer, no cashier’s checks. Cash. All of it. After I have my money… you have another 48… to be on the road to these Ozarks. I want you to be ready to set up shop within a week. And, Marty… when I drive by your house… there better be a ‘For Sale’ sign on your lawn. Venemos muchachos.” — Omar Navarro
“Why does Wendy have a cashier’s check for $29,650, Marty? You lied to me, Marty. She knows about our business. Was that before or after you found out she was fucking the lawyer? Ouch. I bet you haven’t even confronted her yet, huh? Right now, you’re calculating the smart move. Divorce her… things turn ugly… …she holds what you’ve done over your head. Live with the cheating, and whatever man you think you are is eaten away, day by day. Or I take care of your Wendy problem… right here… right now. Your call. What should my father do? About Aunt Carlotta. You never answered my question. What should my father do about a woman who steals from him? A loyal woman. A mother. With him 15 years. What did my mother make him do? Why? What was it?” — Omar Navarro
“The Great Depression. That’s when the Lake of the Ozarks was built. 1929. But you know all that. You’re Marty Byrde. And Marty Byrde has been planning this for a long time, right? How long again? What did I tell you? I’ll buy the Odyssey from you for 27. So I owe you 20,000. Take that from the cash. And I’ll lease it back to you for… say, 1,000 a month? Top-ranked minivan in the US. Okay? Good. Now I want you to take my $7,973,000 with you to Missouri… and clean it. Mmm-hmm. That’s not the point, is it? I have to se that you can do it. I’m torn, Marty… between intrigue and thinking this whole Ozark thing is complete and utter straw-grasping bullshit. but I’m willing to roll the dice. Because you’re special. You have a gift. But if I think that you’re trying to fuck me… I will have to kill you… and Wendy… and Jonah… and Charlotte. And not in that order. Put it all back in his trunk. Mm. You were right. I was fishing. I didn’t know they stole a damn thing. On a tell. I’ve been working with you and Bruce for how long? You ever known him not to constantly run his mouth?” — Omar Navarro
“I took that portfolio to 50 investors. Either they didn’t catch any discrepancy or they were just too fucking scared to… to speak up. I need someone who’s not just brilliant, but who also has integrity. Because integrity, my friend… is the shield to greed and vanity.” — Omar Navarro
Agent Roy Petty
“Hang up. No. Well, 18 bugs went in. I want 18 out. My name’s on the req. It is what it is. Mexicans, Mafia, Muslims. We all want to believe that these people are more than they are. And they’re not. If they weren’t… …dealing drugs, extorting businesses, flying planes into buildings, they’d be cleaning toilets. They’re not criminal geniuses. They’re pathological liars on the path of least resistance. Liddell was no different. Entertaining, though. Where is Martin Byrde?” — Agent Roy Petty
Agent Trevor Evans
“Went straight to voicemail. You want me to keep trying? Possible he ran. Changed his mind. Took his chippie and left the country. You don’t seem too upset. Liddell was our in. You heard him. He would have been a fantastic government witness. Uh, I’m confused. Del Rio, Navarro, the cartel. Why… why would we do all this if Bruce was just ‘entertaining?'” — Agent Trevor Evans
Bob Lily
“His name’s Gary Silverberg. He’s a partner with McNeil-Roberts downtown. Know him? On the board of half a dozen nonprofits. Academy of the Arts, Goodman Theater, Joffrey. He sees your wife at least twice a week. Sometimes more. Either his place or somewhere close to yours. An HI Express, Fairfield Inn. The DoubleTree in Alsip’s where I tagged ’em. Ah, you jumped the gun asking to meet today. Normally, I transfer everything from a working file to a folio binder. Table of contents, intro, summary. Suitable for presentation, arbitration. Sugarwood’s her pet name for him. As in, you know…. ‘give me some of that sugar.’ Yeah. You or him? Careful. New IDs, social security numbers, credit cards. You could do it. For a while, anyway. Then your money’d run out. One of your kids will get online sloppy. Twitter, Instagram… your wife has one Lemon Drop too many with her new best friend, wants to share. If you have a legal problem I’m not aware of, don’t tell me if you do, you could keep your identity, leave the country, go somewhere with no extradition to the US. Depends on who’s looking for you, how much money they have. You got a gun? Good. Silverberg lives in the Aqua Tower. Apartment 8003, 80th floor. It’s Thursday.” — Bob Lily
Liz
“Central location, magnificent architecture. I know for a fact I’m the first person showing this. So you guys are in for a treat. Views of the Chicago River. Room for expansion. The lease options are– babe, not while I’m working. Oh, thank God. Marty, what do you think? Don’t you love it? I don’t know. Yeah. Sure. Decision, boys? Nice.” — Liz
“Mr. Rio? I have to pee.” — Liz
Gary Silverberg
“You husband, the financial advisor? Mr. Consumer Reports? Holy shit. What? Uh, wait a second. Wait. Are.. are we talking about run-for-your-life kind of leaving? Or a witness protection situation? Holy shit. Holy shit. Leaving… leaving for where? The Ozarks? I mean, good Lord… what is that even like? Well, where is Marty now? Well, if we’re talking about what I think we are, the government will try to attach as much of that money as possible, freeze his assets to force his cooperation. You need to get as much as you can as fast as you can.” — Gary Silverberg
Hanson Jr.
“Whatever’s between you is your business. Got nothing to do with me and my dad. We run a clean shop. Clean to you. We log all of our weights. Check ’em. The numbers don’t lie. Put it down! Whoa! Just slow down, Del! Shit! Look, my dad had nothing to do with this. It was Bruce’s idea. He came to me. It was Bruce. It was Bruce. It was his idea. Please, please, my dad had nothing to do with this. Dad!” — Hanson Jr.
Hanson Sr.
“Shut up, son. Mr. Del Rio… I swear, we are not stealing from you. Five dollars? You tell her if it happens again, she’s gone. You put her on probation. Please, listen. Listen to me. You don’t wanna do this. Tell me… Goddamnit it! He… he made a terrible mistake. We will work for free! Del, he’s my son. Please. He made a terrible mistake. I can make this right. I swear to God, I can make it right. I… I can make it right. A father shouldn’t have to see his child die.” — Hanson Sr.
Buddy Dieker
Darlene Snell
Jacob Snell
Helen Pierce
Rachel Garrison
Russ Langmore
Ruth Langmore
Wyatt Langmore
Charles Wilkes
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