This is Bob Goodwin.
Low-level player out of Philly
with a rep for cracking safes and tripping over his own fists.
Hothead with a taste for chaos.
The Diamond Way score feels a lot like Bob.
Big ambition, sloppy performance.
My theory is that the Diamond Way heist funded another operation,
the SLS robbery that was pulled off by the very same crew.
Along with Bob, his wife, Judy Goodwin,
Ava Mercer, Stan Loomis,
RJ Acosta, and…
Ray Vernon AKA Leo Pap,
the mastermind of the operation.
If Bob is oil, Leo is water.
Cool, calm, precise.
Oh, shit.
The ringleader with one hell of a past,
including multiple accounts of grand larceny,
wire fraud, arson, and manslaughter.
I believe that four weeks after the jewel heist at Diamond Way,
this crew cracked the vault at SLS.
The most secure private vault in New York City,
maybe even the world.
Billions of dollars in unsecured bearer bonds
disappeared that night,
and we have no idea where they are.
What we do know is we have multiple bodies
and a crew that vanished into the night and is still off the grid.
And now the victims, The Triplets.
Stefan Thiele, Suzanne Grosvenor, and Cho-Young Woo.
Bankers who've been keeping assets inside the vault.
One week after the SLS operation,
The Triplets filed insurance claims
based on the bonds they lost during the robbery.
Unfortunately, they've been reluctant to speak with us.
And finally, Graham Davies, AKA Roger Salas,
owner at SLS and the man whose vault was cracked.
Currently serving time for grand larceny,
identity theft, and murder.
I want to know how this crew got away with the heist of the century.
I want to know who got rich and who got screwed.
This is an automated call
from the Washington Correctional Facility.
Your request to visit prisoner number…
21800-905.
…has been approved.
Please arrive via the southside visitors' gate.
Am I supposed to know you?
What is that?
Hello, Graham. My name is Bob.
I was part of the crew that hit your vault and took everything you had.
My partners took my cut, tried to kill me, stole my wife.
They are living like pigs in the fat house
while you rot in jail and I suck ice cubes.
What do you want from me?
I want my share. I want my wife.
Stake me 50K and I will get your money back.
We split two ways.
What the fuck am I going to do with money?
I'm serving 20 years.
You fetch me my fucking life back? Can you do that?
My wife, my kid, my company, it's all gone.
There's one thing you can still get.
What's that?
Revenge.
-I will give you 20 grand.
On one condition.
Kill Leo Pap.
…last month, we thought we'd be doing
some cosmetic touch-ups here and there, um,
and a little bit of structural, and now it's just gotten crazy.
The house in its current condition is down to the studs.
We were able to open up the wall that we…
It turns out that that wasn't load-bearing.
We have started framing, so then we can…
Hey, Leo, it's Stan.
I hope you pick up the phone one of these days.
Me and Jude are trying to get out of the country,
but we need passports and docs.
We're running out of money. I know you probably are too,
but if we had any idea where those bonds are
that would be so helpful, you know. Bye.
One, two…
That's it? Three lousy stacks?
What the fuck? You kidding me?
The fuck are we to do with that?
Five covers the fake ID. The rest ain't enough to dig graves.
Wha…
You come back with stacks, and we'll hunt down whoever you want.
Chop 'em up into little pieces.
Cossack style.
-Would you stop? -What's your problem?
No one even knows what that means.
God forbid maybe they learn something.
Cossacks were brutal as fuck.
-Hey. -What?
Yeah, you mind?
You need Bluetooths, motherfucker.
-Blueteeth. -What?
Blueteeth! Teeth! Plural!
-Yeah, teeth, plural. -You say fucking "sheeps"?
I do the hunting. I do the killing. You back me up.
When it's all done, you get a cut of what I take back.
-How much you get out of that vault? -Yeah.
Seven, zero, zero, zero,
zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, ze--
This is a beauty, spicy notes of balsam,
a kiss of saline.
This one comes from Colares,
where the vines grow in sand dunes, dusted by sea salt.
Can you taste it?
Hmm.
I am there.
That's a 1968 Adega Regional.
What's your price?
I only have one case left,
so I could sell you three bottles at 300 each?
-How about 100? -Beg your pardon.
I couldn't help overhearing. That's an Adega Regional?
-Yeah. -1968? May I?
Um…
I don't know how you got your hands on a full case,
but I'm sure it wasn't legal.
Perhaps the real crime is wasting it on Dicky Minibar over here.
Excuse me, we are in the middle of a private negotiation.
I know. It's all right. Tell you what.
I will pay you $200 to split this bottle with me right now.
And $2,000 the whole case?
$3,000 for the whole case.
I…
-Sold.
As long as you write that shit about the sand dunes.
My buddy has a restaurant up in Charleston.
He'll put it on the menu.
The menu?
Uh…
I'm so sorry, um, I don't think I can.
Hey. Stan. What the fuck. Come on, just get back here.
-He was gonna sell it? -Yeah.
Some blue hair realizes they're paying $300 for a glass of Two Buck Chuck.
-How long before that rolls back? -Stan, no.
They taste what you tell them to taste.
That's not at all how wine works.
Fix your accent, we'll be fine.
I'm not criticizing your British or whatever you're doing.
RJ?
What are you talking about?
Jude, you all right?
Hey, hey, hey.
We're gonna be out of this soon.
How?
I called Leo. All we have to do is sit tight.
He's going to bring the passports, the IDs, all of it.
Did you actually talk to Leo?
I left him a very potent message.
No, look. He's not going to leave us out in the cold, I promise you.
Oh, Stan.
It's not going to happen, okay?
Your best friend isn't coming to rescue you.
You don't even know where he is
or if he's been screwing us this whole time.
Welcome to the world of crime.
Just fucking… cough up a nut sack and pull your fucking weight.
Come on, Mr. McCauley, knees up, way up.
I didn't think the flutter kick could get any worse.
Could you wait in the lobby?
I just want to see how you're coming along.
Ask Hot Tub Hitler.
Excuse me?
How is he doing?
Healing is a journey, Mrs. McCauley.
Fuck this.
I'm done with this place.
Never seen you as a quitter.
Can't quit what's already over.
When me and Cindy split up last year,
it was like my whole world ended.
I don't blame her. I'm a tough guy to get along with.
Wanna know how I got her back?
Huh?
Podcast.
This lady Elena Stremlin,
she's a couples counselor, and it is some raw-ass shit.
But I swear, helped me patch things up with my girl.
-You guys always seemed so stable. -Thank you.
-That's why I was so surprised… -Yeah. Thank you.
-…to hear that, you know… -Thank you.
-It's a lot of work. It's a lot of work… -Yeah.
-…but it's worth it. -Yeah. Yeah.
Guy in the brown jacket?
-Beige. -Beige and brown are the same.
-It's not. -He's the fence.
-He'll know where they are. -It's brown.
-How is that brown? -Every time with you. Let me--
It's like camel.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Fuck.
I burned down my life for this.
Barbara, Ma,
the butcher shop.
What would I go back to?
I don't blame anybody for the choices I made and the things I did,
and if we make it, I can live with all that.
As long as I'm with you.
If we have one more chance,
let's not blow it on some short con.
Let's go big.
Some bank or some fancy jewelry store, whatever. I don't care.
Just… tell me what to do and I will do it.
Let's start living our happy ending.
How much do you think we're going to need for our happy ending?
A little goes a long way down in Angangueo.
Quarter mil?
How much do you think is the most I made off of a bank robbery?
I don't know.
About, um, 19K.
Split two ways.
So, until recently, the most we ever took in one shot was $80,000
and after the fence, we cleared about a third, so…
I don't know the first thing about how to steal a quarter million dollars.
You kept this?
Go to that place on 3rd, and don't take less than 2,000.
It'll keep us afloat for a few weeks.
And then what?
Someone's got to hit the Powerball.
Did you keep this because it came from him?
Bob is the one thing we don't have to worry about.
What happened? Did he talk? You get an address?
Is he all right?
So, where we going now?
Bellefontaine, Ohio.
Ohio? I fucking love Ohio.
Move, move! Ava! Ava, stop!
I said stop! I'm talking to you! Ava!
I just got off the phone with Stefan Thiele's legal team.
Just had a couple more questions.
You can't keep digging into The Triplets.
They want to get the Swiss government involved.
Come on. They're posturing.
-You're pushing on sensitive skin. -That should tell us something.
I can fund you two more weeks.
Catch one of them, find the damn bonds,
but knock it off with The Triplets.
Go rogue again, and I don't have to DR you.
I'll just empty out your desk.
It's a beauty, all right.
I want my jewelry guy take a look. He's not in till Monday.
No, forget Monday. What can you do now?
Maybe 500.
Five hundred?
You gave me 1,250 for the ruby ring. That's got to be at least a couple K.
Like I said, my jewelry guy.
Why don't you leave your name and number? I'll call when he gets back.
See you Monday.
You sure you don't want to leave a number? Nothing?
I didn't like the way the guy at the pool was looking at you.
We may have to move again.
Georgia, maybe? Florida?
-No, no, no. I got it. I got it. -Okay. Yeah.
Houdini's got nothing on you.
-Hey! Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Okay.
Hey.
Easy. Easy. Breathe deep.
Figured it's time we start talking about what comes next.
Wait till I can stand up again. Maybe take a piss.
Our next job.
We're two hours from Cincinnati.
Second largest banking center in the Midwest.
Fourteen major vaults.
How much can we get?
Hmm. Say half a billion? We'll need a crew.
And someone on the inside.
I'll hook a banker, get him into a hotel suite,
you snap a few pictures.
Blackmail works wonders.
What's the split?
Down the middle.
What are we doing, Ava?
Don't stop.
What do you want from me?
I want Ray.
Ray's long gone.
You think that stack of letters from your daughter
might bring him back?
You know, at some point, you have to call her.
Hey.
I've known you long enough to know you're better than this.
-Don't answer it. No, Ava. It's… -Yes…
-Hello? -Stan.
Ava? Is Leo there?
Why don't you talk to me?
Okay.
Um…
I might have fucked up.
I just tried to pawn something from… somewhere,
and I think the broker might have clocked it.
Can this something from somewhere be tracked?
Uh-huh.
How do I reach you? No more cell phones.
Oh, um, you can call me at The Smashing Crab.
Down the road from this lengua taco place I go to all the time.
-They can get me a message. -Okay.
-Hey, Ava? -Hmm?
How is he?
He sends his love.
How can you say that? I'm guilty of a lot. I'm owning that.
But how can you sit there and say I don't love you?
Why do you hurt me?
Okay, okay, time out. This is the pattern.
You hear what she said there, bro? Patterns. Patterns.
You want to get Judy back, you gotta break--
Of course, he wants Judy back. That's the idea of the conversation.
It's a rhetorical question. Stay out of this.
You want to get Judy back, you gotta break those patterns, my friend.
-It's the only way forward. -I got it.
If he can't get your attention through connection,
he'll resort to destruction.
This lady's smart as shit. I've been trying to tell you…
Dear Judy, I want to be a better man.
I want to put in the work and break our patterns
right after I kill Stan.
Dear Judy, I want to be a better man. I want to put in…
Abbasi.
Where? Text me the address.
-Hello? -Hey.
Meet me at JFK in one hour. We're going to South Carolina.
"Judy, I want to take accountability so that I can be with you again."
"And smell you on my clothes in the morning." What the fuck is that?
That's a real thing. Odor transference.
Fuck you talking about?
Humans select mates with similar body odors.
It's a known fact. And over time, they can blend.
You and your known facts. I have never smelled like Diane.
You know who does smell like Diane? Your mailman.
-Give me that. -I don't even have a mailman.
"I want to learn to let go of expectations."
"Like when I assume that just because I go down on you
doesn't mean that you have to go down on me."
I mean, he's making a fair point. It's really all about--
Stan was right.
Pawn shop guy tripped a wire.
I'll tell Teresa to pack our things.
FBI's heading down to Folly Beach.
That means Abbasi.
Stan and Judy have to get out of there.
-Let's hope their luck holds out. -Javier Zanetti is dead.
-Someone got to your fence? -Took it in his office yesterday.
Zanetti had our address.
I'll hit our safety deposit, pull out whatever we got left.
-We gotta hustle. -Okay.
-None of these people look familiar? -Nope.
And I didn't call in nothing.
You like working under a lady?
Excuse me? That's a federal officer.
Oh, me too, buddy.
There must've been someone else who called it in yesterday?
Guess so.
-Does he have a name? -No.
He's the one guy on Earth with no fucking name.
-Wanna watch your mouth-- -That's okay. All right.
Thank you, sir, for your time.
And, uh, for your service. Thank you.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
-You shouldn't have to put up with that. -Welcome to my world.
We'll come back in the morning. Other guy's on shift starting at 9:00.
It was taped to the counter.
Whoever tried to pawn it will know where he got it,
-and that guy will know where he got it. -Yeah…
Come on, let's get you a milkshake.
Fine. A vodka rocks.
Actually, I'd prefer a milkshake.
This couple has shown us that contentment can take you a long way.
Better to ask yourself, "Let's see where this is going,"
as opposed to "Am I there yet?"
Well, that's all the time we have for today.
My name is Elena Strem--
-What's the matter, is it locked? -It's locked.
Fuck off.
Cossack style.
Shit!
Come on…
Hello, Ava. Miss me?
I stopped in to visit your pal Zanetti.
Let's see if you answer questions better than him.
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Where is my wife? Where is Stan? Where is my $100 million?
Do I look like I've got $100 million?
Ah!
She's got Vicodin, she got-- she got oxy.
She got some of this Ap… Apokyn.
She's got B12s.
It's like a walking pharmacy around here, man.
Where's Leo?
Don't say a word.
Wait…
I'll call him.
Bob.
Hundred and seventy-seven thousand.
That's all that we have left.
And the bonds?
We don't have them.
That money right there? That's everything, Bob.
For everyone. Meant to pay for new papers,
passports, to get us out of the country.
Take it. It's yours.
Where is Stan?
It's never really about the money, is it?
Where is my wife?
Forget about them.
Oh, come on, man.
Let it be. Judy made her choice.
She chose wrong.
You got so much hate inside you.
I mean, it ain't wrong. It just ain't a way to live.
Your wife is gone and she gonna be gone, no matter what you do.
You know it, and I know it.
Right now, you're a ghost.
She thinks you're dead. So stay dead. Start over.
Your choice. Stan and Judy, or Ava and Grandma.
All right. You win.
They're in South Carolina.
Set up a meet.
She's got a little black book with numbers in it. Coded.
Check her purse.
This?
Tell them you're bringing money.
Once a butcher, always a butcher.
Hey. It's Leo. I got your money and I'm coming to you.
Meet me at The Smashing Crab, tomorrow morning, 10:00 a.m.
Beachside. Later.
If I don't call by 10:15, shoot the women first.
Make him watch.
Graham Davies says hi.
What the fuck.
That does it. I don't want that vicious dog in this house.
You shouldn't have made that phone call.
It felt like the only smart move.
When's the last time we made a smart move?
Yeah. We did some shit, didn't we?
We definitely did some shit.
I'm not going anywhere.
Not while you're tied up anyway.
We've done that, too.
It's 9:40 in Folly Beach, and you know what that means?
We're 20 minutes out from our Kenny Rogers Roast, our non-stop…
For the love of God, we are gonna be late, come on.
It takes as long as it fucking takes!
-Shut up in there!
Come in here and make me. I'll bite your balls off.
-We gotta be there by 10:00. -…wipe my ass all over you…
I know where you live, you old, mouthy fuck!
Stan. Chill the fuck out, man. Two minutes won't matter.
Come on, Judy. Hurry up. We're running late.
Hi, please tell me you still have the lengua.
-We've still got the lengua. -Thank God.
You ran out by 10:00 last time. Um, could I please have four?
-No, uh, six. You want one? -Yeah.
Uh, eight. Eight tacos, please.
Holy shit. That's Bob Goodwin.
That's Bob?
Jesus, he's covered in blood.
-You said Leo was coming alone. -That's what he said.
He said, "It's Leo. I'm coming with the money. Be at The Smashing Crab."
-There's something in his jacket. -Suspect is on the beach.
Green jacket, black pants, blood on the shoulder.
Assume he's armed.
Go.
Goodwin!
Oh, Stan…
No!
Everyone down!
Nazan!
"The day is done and rests its head."
"The sea tucked softly into bed,
and the tricky little squirrel,
she led the crew at the front of the boat looking out to the sea,
and as the clouds parted wide…"
Hannah, can you hear me?
Yeah, I… Okay. Wow. Hi.
Thought I'd just try. If it's an all right time.
Yeah, it's… it's good. Um, I am just at home.
I'm really glad you called.
I wasn't sure my letters were coming through.
I wanted to see you.
Let you know that I was, uh, still out here.
Still going. And I also…
The things I should have said,
choices I made…
I did a lot of things wrong.
But all of them, I wish,
with you, I hadn't.
It's okay. I'm good now.
-Yeah? -Yeah, just taking it easy. It's…
It's quiet out here, you know, it's just ocean and birds.
I mean, you'd hate it.
City girl needs some sirens to keep her on her toes.
There it is. I… I'll let you be.
Please don't go. Just one second. One second.
Hello. Say "Hi, Grandpa!"
There she is!
I named her Lily.
Can you say hi, Lil?
She's gorgeous, Hannah.
She looks brave, strong…
And these guys, they're just as crazy as ever. Oh.
Let Ava know they're good?
Sure.
Maybe come visit us?
You know whenever you--
-I'd like that. -When it's possible.
I… I got some things I got to do first.
I just thought I'd…
You know, I thought I'd…
start by saying hello.
Well, okay then. Hello.
Congratulations, agents.
Did you actually read it? We got played.
Goodwin's dead, Mercer's dead.
Matter of time before we track down the others.
We recovered diamonds from the safe in Zanetti's office.
It all seems wrapped up to me.
This is not over.
Someone is getting away with… something,
and we're still flailing around.
If that doesn't bother you, then I'm sorry,
but I don't understand this job at all.
That's what worries me.
Let's call Stefan Thiele's office.
We'll say Woo admitted there was a break-in,
-maybe she'll slip up. -Nazan, it's over.
Fine. Go. I'll call myself.
I couldn't find the Italian beef in the vending machine.
Leo, is it?
I've been warming up to Ray.
A friend of yours came by for a visit the other day.
You won't be seeing him again.
Too bad. He's a charming guy.
You know, all I have to do is just speak up,
and you'll be here next to me.
Go on, then.
Just leave Hannah alone.
Oh, fuck you for thinking I'd hurt her.
Oh, more than you did already.
You know how many years I spent searching for her…
-She wasn't yours to find. -Maybe.
I gave her something to reach for. Something real.
You hadn't turned up, who knows where she'd be now.
She doing good. She found her way all on her own.
So they gave me 20 years.
My lawyer says I'll be out in eight.
How long you looking at?
You could have come in with me, Ray. Would have been rich together.
You need to be rich. I didn't.
-Is that what you tell yourself? -You took everything I had.
So you spend 25 years obsessing over how to get mine.
-Fuck, Ray. Why? -How about justice?
I'm your excuse, Ray.
I'm the guy you can blame for doing exactly what you wanted to fucking do.
You're a thief.
You change your name, it doesn't matter. It's what you are.
For a while, I wasn't.
Yeah, maybe for a little.
So, here I am.
All busted up and put away, and you're…
So was it worth it?
Huh?
All those fucking years.
For this?
Could you have saved her that night?
Could you have saved Lily?
I don't know.
Can you tell me when she'll be available?
No, you cannot get back to me.
Tell your boss she can stall as long as she likes.
But I got questions, I'm not going away.
Yeah. All right.
Excuse me. Do you know where I can get to the train station?
Yeah. That way.
Thank you very much. I'm so thankful to be here.
I've seen this before.
This job can swallow you whole.
Don't blame yourself.