Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Curtains - full transcript
Rick drops a massive surprise on Omara. Miles reaches his limit for Lawrence and April exceeds her own.
-Previously on "Get Shorty"...
-Laurence wears a wig?
-It's a medical condition. He
doesn't have a hair on his body.
-Wendy.
No.
[ Gasps ]
Don't use that bathroom.
- Why?
-Can we talk?
-I started talking with lawyers.
I'm planning to
ask for full custody.
-If Katie gets full custody,
I worry that she would restrict
access to my daughter on a whim.
-Miles is a criminal.
He works for a woman
named Amara De Escalones.
If he insists on going to court,
I'm willing to say all
this in front of a judge.
-We don't know anything yet.
She didn't come home last night,
but that doesn't
necessarily mean that...
-Yes, it does. Yes, it does.
Amara had her taken out.
I got her killed. Okay,
what do I got to do?
I don't care what it
is. I'm gonna do it,
'cause this has to stop now.
- I'm David Oumou's manager.
-I asked you to go over there
and offer a deal on our behalf,
and you switch sides!
-You made me into a rat.
-You know what?
Thanks for stopping by, Lu.
Don't let the door
hit you on the arse.
[ Grunting ]
- That's Amara's guys, right?
- You see him?
-Yeah, I better
not see him inside.
[ Gunshot ]
-We agreed to a cease-fire.
Either this was planned,
or you simply have no control
over those in your employ.
- What?
- We require you
to leave Los Angeles,
effective immediately.
Do you understand?
[ Machine-gun fire ]
-How soon can you move in?
-We can't stand back and
watch while they drop bodies.
-We will get warrants and
coordinate a raid in 48 hours.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Drill whirring ]
-Pass that around.
[ Gun cocks ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-[ Speaks Spanish ]
-[ Speaks Spanish ]
Ricky. I forget to tell you.
I have some men work
on the house today.
-Yeah, I see that. I see.
Wh-wh-what needs work?
- Oh, insulation.
- Ah.
- Painting.
- Painting, yeah, sure.
-Is okay. You stay at
your house just a few days.
-Uh, yeah, no. I don't mind.
You can come stay
with me if you want.
-I should stay here...
Make sure they're working.
-Yeah. Yeah, that's
probably smart.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Okay. [ Smooches ]
[ Door closes ]
-All right, let's do this.
-Where's Miles?
-Ask him.
Can we get this
going? I told Gladys
that I was going
out to get bagels.
-See you, guys.
Uh, good luck with the work.
[ Drill whirring ]
[ Door closes ]
-All right, gather round.
I'm only gonna say this once.
This is a lockdown.
No one gets in without
checking at the door.
You're out and about,
you watch yourself.
You need a piece, take it.
Don't fire first.
But if you're attacked,
do what you got to do.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Guns cocking ]
I'm busy.
- I can't get there now.
-That's on you.
-But I heard what happened.
Is everything under control?
-So you don't show, but you
want your own private update?
-Just give me a
sense of where she's...
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Your mother's gonna be here.
Emma, you look fine. Let's go.
-You don't even
know what I'm wearing.
You're just walking out so
you and mom can have a fight.
-I haven't had coffee yet.
You think I want a fight?
-I told her I want you
guys to share custody.
-It's better if you
just stay out of it.
-She's gonna ask
about your face.
-Nobody cares about
my face. Good morning.
-The fight begins.
-Could you kindly
get in the car?
Can we talk for a sec?
- Need to get going.
-Please? It's
just... Just for a sec.
-Alright. One sec.
[ Car door closes ]
Car crash?
- Actually, no, it was more...
- I don't care.
-Katie, tell me you're not gonna
pull anything crazy
in front of the judge.
-Well, you could
always sign the papers.
-Tick a box that says I
don't want my daughter?
Do you think that's
gonna happen?
- Then I don't have a choice.
- The choice to not mention
certain people and
certain activities...
- Miles.
- That may result
in a certain employer of mine
[hushed] fucking
murdering all three of us?
-And you don't see why
you should sign the papers.
The hearing's in five hours.
I'm just telling
the judge the truth.
-Capotillo office headquarters,
De Escalones residence.
Five cars per
target, one marked.
Location pending
on six individuals...
-Warrants set?
- Almost.
- Almost?
-Finalizing indictments.
We'll be ready.
Stevenson's almost done.
-What you need to remember
is that when we go in there...
- Oh, gosh. Hi, hon.
- Hey.
-He up to speed?
- Just about.
- Yeah, tomorrow, huh?
I-I'm relieved. I just, uh, I
didn't think it would be this soon.
-You know, most
of our own office
doesn't know the day
of the raid, so when I say
you cannot repeat this...
- No, absolutely.
-Just go back to work,
continue on your daily routine.
-I was telling him that we'll
arrest him, too, so it doesn't
look like he's in on it.
- Mm-hmm. We put the cuffs
on you, you need to
look surprised and upset.
-"What did I do? Get
your fucking hands off."
Something in that vein.
-That's... I can...
I can do that. I-I...
-There is one thing, and
this is our problem not yours,
but if you see an opportunity...
- Okay?
- We need to get Amara
out of her house and
away from her men,
and that is proving
to be difficult.
-Oh.
Yeah. Hmm.
Hmm...
I might have an idea. Yeah.
[ Dog barking ]
- ♪ Down on your knees ♪
♪ You're begging
me, begging me ♪
♪ Down on your knees ♪
-Already ate.
Appointment in 20 minutes.
- Oh, the OGBYN thing?
- [ Sighs ] Yeah.
-Oh. Well, I could go with
you if you... if you want.
-No, thanks.
-I can just sit in
the waiting room.
-No.
That bruise is turning yellow.
- Yeah.
Yeah, well, I won't
forget my cane today.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, no more falling down.
-What took you so long?
-Oh, David Oumou called.
He was upset about his trailer,
so I had to go down
and straighten it out.
- His career's taking off.
- He's making real money.
Which is good for us.
-Yeah, I know.
- So...
- No. Nothing.
You know, it's just I always
thought that I'd have a singing career
then a baby.
-You're still gonna
be able to sing.
-Yeah. It's just hormones. I
almost keyed a car yesterday
for taking a parking space
at the Container Store.
I can't be late for
the ultrasound.
-What is... Is that where
they show you the kid?
-Uh, I had two already.
Ultrasounds, not
kids. [ Chuckles ]
-So you know if
it's a boy or girl.
-I'm not ready to talk
about that stuff with you.
-Right.
But you know...
-Thanks for the bagel.
-You two have fun!
[ Door closes ]
-Oh.
Hmm...
Yeah.
My girlfriend doesn't
do understated.
Her taste is, uh, I want
to say, big and shiny.
-Absolutely.
We have something over here.
-What's your return policy?
A couple days, I
can bring it back?
-If there's no damage.
8 caret, pear-cut, VS-1 clarity.
-Hmm.
Hmm. How much?
- 130.
- Thousand?
Wow. Okay.
It's a full refund, right?
It's not store credit?
-Refund.
-Not that I hope she says "no."
I mean, God willing, we'll
spend our whole life together.
You never know, though, right?
Ooh.
Yeah, that's nice.
♪♪
Hmm.
[ Knock on door ]
- Who is it?
- Juan.
- Who?
- It's Juan.
- What do you want?
- Got a delivery.
[ Gun cocks ]
-Last chance to
tell me who you are,
'cause I'm not expecting
any fucking deliveries.
-This shit's from Moises.
Call him. He'll tell you.
♪♪
[ Cellphone ringing ]
- Yeah?
-There's a guy outside,
says he has a delivery.
-It's a housewarming gift.
You sound like
you're freaking out.
-Well, yeah. My
Tia has shit in L.A.,
and I'm in the middle of it.
Jacobo said keep
the door closed.
-Nah, he's
paranoid. I got to run.
Call me after
you open that shit.
♪♪
- Take it easy.
- Yeah, you, too.
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Oh, shit!
♪♪
[ Phones ringing distantly ]
-Rick? Hey. I'm
Janice, line producer.
-Oh. Oh, well, nice
to meet you in person.
-Yeah. I'll grab Miles,
and then we'll get started.
- Miles? Miles is...
- Yeah.
- Oh, you actually showed.
- [ Chuckles ]
-Rick and I worked
together on our last film.
Rick hired the whole
crew, and they were,
to a man, affordable.
- [ Chuckles ]
-Can I interest you
in a beverage, Rick?
-I'll be in the conference
room when you're ready?
-Well, uh, I'm ready now.
-Hold on just one
sec, would you, Rick?
There's something
we should discuss.
-What?
[ Ringing continues ]
-I think we both know
what's going on, right?
Shit's about to get serious.
I don't want it to
affect the movie.
-Well, I hate to
break it to you,
but they're gonna
shut down the movie.
- What?
- They have to.
It's evidence, right?
-When you say "they,"
who do you mean?
-Who do you mean?
Amara?
- Fuck's sake.
-Oh...
- Rick, do you know something?
- I can't... I can't...
-Are you talking about
our friends with the badges?
-No. No, I'm not.
-Why are they
shutting down the film?
[ Whispering ] Are
they making arrests?
- [ Whispering ] No.
- Fuck.
[ Normal voice ] They are.
- [ Sighs ] Jesus,
I'm so bad at this.
I told them I
wouldn't tell anybody.
You're literally the first
person I've talked to.
-Why do you say that
the movie is evidence?
-They're gonna
confiscate our financing.
-All of it?
-The fuck do I know?
-They told me they were
gonna wait six months.
When are they
actually moving in?
Couple of days, a week?
Rick!
- No, no, no, no. You know what?
You ask the Feds
what's going on, okay?
I'm not saying anything.
I mean... more
than I already have.
-We need to spend
the money right now.
We need to pay for the film before
the Feds get their hands on the money.
-I don't see that
happening, okay?
So if you'll excuse me, I have
a meeting with a line producer.
♪♪
♪♪
- April.
- Hi.
-Hi. I'm Mark, Human
Resources at Budd E. Boy.
-Yes. I left a message
for you last night,
and I called you again today.
- Right.
You know Emily.
- Hi.
-All right if we come in
and chat for a moment?
-Oh, yeah, of course. Um...
[ Hushed ] Are
we doing this here?
-There's no perfect place to
have a conversation like this.
-Yes. Believe me, I do not
feel good about this either.
But... it is serious.
-Well, we agree on that.
Emily?
-I told him what you told me,
that yesterday, at about 6:15,
you went into Lawrence's
office while he was out,
went into his closet...
- His secret closet.
-And you said that there
was a one-way mirror
looking into the women's room.
-Yes.
I called HR right
after, left a message.
There's, um...
There's still women
going in there right now.
We should really stop this.
- A-April.
Both Emily and I
checked inside the closet.
-I spoke to Mark first
thing this morning.
-Okay.
-There is no one-way mirror.
-There sure as hell is.
-I have photos of every wall.
-Right there.
There was a mirror.
If it's not there, then I...
It's been sealed up.
-And when would
that have been done?
-Last night.
You told someone.
- I knew she'd turn this on me.
-April, we have a
zero-tolerance policy
when it comes to
harassing employees.
That includes insulting
and defamatory comments
in the workplace.
- Oh, my God.
-I'm afraid you're
being placed on leave,
effective immediately.
-Um, are you in on this, too?
-Be aware that if you continue
to share false allegations,
you will be legally liable
for slander and defamation.
Now, I need you to
calmly exit the building.
-This is like "Rosemary's
fucking Baby."
-Okay, uh, that is just
the sort of language
we were hoping to avoid.
-Fuck you, Mark.
I need a fucking lawyer.
[ Phones ringing distantly ]
[ Clicks, gears whir ]
-[ Sighs ]
- Uh, heading to lunch.
- I just have a quick question
about the budget.
- I, ah... I'm not your guy.
You need to speak to Janice.
-This is more of a
big-picture kind of a question.
We've got a lot of stuff in here
like locations and
actors and catering,
and we kind of pay
it all as we go along.
- One does in life.
- [ Chuckles ]
-But if we wanted, could
we pay them all up front?
-Well, why would we want that?
-Our investors.
I-I'm not saying there's a
problem, just there could be.
-Well, once the LLC is funded,
they can't pull that money out.
- In this case...
- I got a lunch.
Hey, good to see you.
-In this case, it's not a matter
of the investors
pulling money out.
- Yeah, I don't understand. Uh...
- It's hard to explain.
I just know that if we want to be
sure we can complete production,
we got to pay for
everything right now.
-I don't think so.
-I'm sorry if it
sounds a bit shady
and that I'm not
explaining it better...
but we play this right,
we're gonna end up
with a beautiful movie.
If not, we could have nothing.
-Okay, so...
you want to issue purchase
orders for everything up front,
but you can't tell me why?
-I'm asking you to trust me.
-Okay.
[ Elevator dings ]
-Yeah?
I can tell Janice that
you're good with this?
-Yeah.
-You won't regret it.
Emily, you seen April?
- Think she left.
- Okay. Thanks.
Can I have a word?
- Yeah, I don't think so.
I'm just here to pick
up my client's check.
- No, I'll be one sec.
- Do you want to do this now?
[ Whispering ] 'Cause
I will lay you out again.
-[ Scoffs ] Only 'cause
you had your fucking cane.
-Yeah. Well, guess
what, I still got it.
-Okay, Lu... I don't even
know why I'm trying to help you,
but I have information you want.
- [ Sighs ]
-If I'm wrong, I'll
happily fuck off.
-Break it down, bro.
Hey, do the thing, man.
Come on, show 'em.
[ Rap music playing ]
Yeah.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
[ Music stops ]
-[ Clears throat, sniffs ]
Everything cool?
- We go to Nevada.
-You want to leave?
W-Well, we can pack up, then.
-We'll have someone else
do it. We leave tomorrow.
-Okay.
What changed your mind?
-I let that perra gringa
think she push me around.
- When are they moving in?
- [ Sighs ]
Hopefully not in the next hour,
since I've got my
custody hearing with Katie.
I'm thinking if I get
dragged away in handcuffs,
it might influence the verdict.
-Fuck.
-The Feds promised
we won't do time.
-Yeah, didn't they also promise
that they would wait six months
before they moved in?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
-Yeah, I don't know
what happened there.
I-I'm... I've... I've
tried calling them.
They're not calling back.
- That puts my mind at ease.
-Look it, there's no reason to think
they're gonna go back on their deal.
And then once Amara's gone...
- Yeah, j-just whatever.
You know, just... [ Sighs ]
Things are good...
with me and Gladys.
They're good.
This is how she learns about
me? I mean, seeing it on the news.
I mean...
She'll probably
never talk to me again.
They won't let me near my kid.
- You don't know that.
-[ Blows raspberry ] Okay.
I'm here on business.
I better go.
-Hey, Lulu?
Good luck, yeah?
-You, too.
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
♪♪
-Okay...
♪♪
[ Sighing ] Okay...
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
[ Snake hissing ]
Shhhhiiit!
[ Groaning ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Laughs ]
-Your Honor, Emma hasn't
lived with her father in over a year.
I've been her primary
physical custodian
since Miles and I separated.
There's no reason
for that to change.
That's why I believe it's
in Emma's best interest
to live with me.
-Ms. Daly, does Mr. Daly have
any substance-abuse issues
you're aware of?
- Not that I'm aware of.
-Any instances of
domestic violence?
-No.
-He's never hit
you or the child?
-No.
-Has he harmed your
daughter in any way?
I'm failing to see why
he's an unfit parent.
Is there a reason Mr. Daly
should be denied joint custody?
Ms. Daly, any reason Mr. Daly
should be denied joint custody?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
- Katie?
[ Whispering ] You don't
need to worry, okay?
I promise, I won't
let anything happen.
-♪ I love loving you ♪
♪ Loving you, loving you ♪
♪ I love loving you, yeah ♪
-Greg said you wanted to see me.
-Oh, yeah, um, do
you book singers?
-I'm Bob. I own the club.
-Oh, okay. My wife
is a fantastic singer.
Now, I-I-I know you must
get approached all the time.
- She have a demo?
- Uh, yeah. I got it on my phone.
-No, no, e-mail it to
me. I'll get back to you.
-Uh, no, no. No. No.
I was really hoping that
you could listen to it now.
- Now?
- I know, but...
Under normal circumstances,
I wouldn't be so pushy,
but she's just... She's
just an amazing person,
and, um, I don't
have a lot of time, so...
-You say she's... good?
- [ Scoffs ] She's great!
- No, I don't need a demo.
Book her for Friday night.
- Really?!
- Absolutely.
And then your mom
can sing on Saturday,
and I'll pencil in your aunts
and uncles for Sunday.
Does that work?
[ Laughs ]
Send me the demo
or don't. It's up to you.
♪♪
♪♪
-Amara.
The hell's that text?
Going to Nevada?
- For a while.
- Wh... Why?
-For business. But I come back.
When the movie's coming
good, you come stay with me.
Nevada's nice.
- You mean, like, visit?
-No.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
You stay with me.
-Are you asking me to... To
come live with you in Nevada?
-You don't like it?
-[ Stammers ]
[ Clearing throat ] Amara.
-Hmm?
-Amara, I, uh...
You and I, we've been
through so much together.
Uh...
You're my sol and my luna,
my first thought when I
wake up in the morning
and my last thought
when I go to sleep.
So if... if you want
to be together,
if that's what
you really want...
Then that's what I want, too.
-[ Gasps ]
Ricky...
- Yeah.
-Fucking...
Where did you get the ring?!
[ Laughs ]
- Is that a yes?
- I marry you, yes.
- Ah.
-Yes.
Oh, mi amor.
- Hmm.
- Oh.
[ Door closes ]
-Mr. Rifkin.
- Christ...
- No. Wait up, please?
Just wait. I'm...
I'm handicapped.
-This is not the best
way to get your wife a gig.
- I know. [ Grunts ]
- Ohh!
Are you fucking
nuts? [ Cries out ]
God... Ugh!
[ Coughs ]
-Now, I really do believe
that when you hear her voice,
you're... oh, you're
gonna be impressed.
[ Music starts ]
That's her on the ukulele, too.
-♪ I remember when you and I ♪
- She's terrific.
- Shh. This is my favorite part.
-♪ Were like two clouds
kissing in the sky ♪
♪ And the wonder ♪
- Yeah.
-First, thank you all for
coming together on short notice.
Give yourselves a
hand. [ Applause ]
Lots of details to
get through today,
so please stop me if
you have any questions.
Priority number one is
that we do this safely.
Tonight, we will be
hitting nine targets,
six in L.A. Metro, two in
Nevada, one in Palm Springs.
You have been assigned
to teams "A" through "I".
Lead agents should be
distributing the ops plans now.
Team A, target...
Roberto Torres, 34 years
old, mid-level Capotillo.
He is at Ostrom Avenue.
Charges... [ Knock on door ]
- Joint custody!
- Whoa! [ Laughs ]
It's good, right?
- I'm so relieved.
-You'll see so much of me,
we'll be sick of each other.
-Probably. Did you get my
text? I left my history book
in your room.
- Oh, that's what it is.
Yeah, I figured your mother
wasn't dropping you over here
so we could have
this beautiful moment.
-Yeah.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
-[ Sighs ] Sorry.
-No, not at all.
This is Emma.
Emma, this is Jinny.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
-Let me grab that textbook.
Be right back. [
Footsteps departing ]
-And he says that you've
been... He says you're pretty good.
-I've been playing since I was
10, so I might be, yeah, I think I am.
- How old are you now?
- 14.
-14, oh, okay. Oh, cool.
You guys play on dirt or...?
-I think it's artificial turf,
but it looks like a
pro's team, so it's okay.
-Pro. Cool. Cool.
-Oh, thank you.
-I'll see you tonight?
[ Car horn beeps ]
-Oh. Do I need to go out
there now and be civilized?
- Oh, definitely not.
- Thank God.
- [ Chuckles ] Nice meeting you.
- Nice meeting you, too.
-I'll see you later.
-Kid's cool.
-As you'd expect.
-I'm gonna head
out in a second, too.
Just wait till they're gone.
-Probably best.
-So, uh, there's something
that I didn't want
to get into last night,
'cause you just came from court.
-Okay.
-I'm leaving Greg.
I haven't told him
yet, but I've decided.
-And you're just gonna...
drop that little detail on
your way out the door?
-It's not... Okay, it's... I'm not
leaving him because of you.
I'm not leaving him for you.
It's something
completely separate,
and I... and I don't expect
anything from us at all.
Uh, it's just... if we're gonna
continue seeing each other,
then we don't have
to sneak around.
But it's no pressure.
-Yeah. Well, you've
made that clear.
-Does that freak you out?
-We'll talk about it.
[ Sighs ]
[ Door opens ]
- [ Quietly ] Bye.
[ Door closes ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
- and then lady is
going to come by...
-Sorry to interrupt,
but Ross just told me that we're
stopping through Palm Springs
without bringing extra security?
-It's where we get married.
Ricky book a hotel.
- Yeah.
The Lightman. It's where Sinatra
stayed. It's the perfect place.
And since we're going
through, why wait?
- [ Chuckles ]
- Love waits for no man, Ed.
-Okay. But we
should bring backup.
-Why? We're leaving L.A.
- Still, if we don't go...
- I-I-I'd rather it be intimate.
Really, m-my first
wedding was so big.
There were people invited
there, I had no idea who they were.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Yeah. It's ridiculous.
But this... This
is gonna be nice.
- Nice.
- [ Chuckles ]
Ed, you want some?
There's some glasses over
there. Go ahead. Help yourself.
-So, she's gonna bring the
dress tonight, make sure that it fit.
And two ladies to
sew, just to make sure.
-Yeah. Yeah, you never know.
[ Rap music playing ]
-This fucking thing is awesome.
-She had to leave, all right?
It was just a matter of time.
-Shit, well, I didn't
think she would.
-Amara take us on? [ Laughs ]
Yeah, we'd lay that
bitch down, man.
-[ Laughs ] I heard she pulled
some guys up from Nevada.
-A dozen? Two dozen?
Like that makes
a difference, man.
Holed up in that crazy
house eating canned soup.
Yeah, we smoked that bitch out.
-[ Chuckles ]
-Shit, well, smoke me out.
-[ Speaks Spanish
]man. Now we can relax.
-[ Inhales, sighs ]
Man, I've been trapped in
this apartment for three days.
-Well, we go out tonight.
You been to that new
spot on Las Palmas?
- Mnh-mnh.
- It doesn't have a name.
[ Thuds ] It's just...
-Ah, shit!
That fucking thing bit me!
- [ Laughs ]
- What?
-Through the lid! God damn!
-He can't bite you
through the lid, man.
-Look at my fucking arm.
- Oh, shit.
- Fucking cobra.
Holy shit.
They can fucking
kill you, right?
♪♪
-Uh, I'll get an ambulance.
-Yo, man, I'm gonna
fucking lay down.
[ Grunts ]
-[ Grunting, toilet lid thuds ]
[ Peeing in toilet ]
-How many times you hit snooze?
I stopped counting after six.
- Yeah, long night.
-Where were you?
[ Toilet flushes ]
- Uh, Madison Bar.
- On Melrose?
- Mm-hmm.
-Why were you there?
-Um...
[ Smooches] You
remember that, uh,
demo that you played for me?
Well, I played it for the owner.
- I didn't say you could do that.
- Well, you want to be a singer.
-The sound is
terrible on that demo.
-You want to know
what he thought?
Oh, these are good.
- Oh, what did he say?
-Mmm.
He loved it.
- Shut up.
-Mm-hmm. He said
you were a revelation.
- Don't fuck with me.
- No, you're on tonight.
- Tonight?
- Tonight.
- To sing?
- No, to wait tables.
-Oh, my...
Okay, I don't even
have a set prepared.
-Honey, honey.
You are so beautiful...
and talented...
and you've been
waiting for this.
- Tonight.
- Mm-hmm.
-Louis Darnell...
you are a wonderful man.
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Clasp clicks ]
[ Car door closes ]
-Just got word. Our undercover
officer, Agent Cousins...
He's in a medically-induced
coma at Cedars.
- No.
- I'm sorry.
He was with Yago De Escalones
and several Capotillo members.
He's our inside man.
-Do we know how he got made?
-Uh, actually, it looks like
sort of a freak accident.
He was bitten by a snake.
-I'm sorry, he w...
-It was a cobra. Yeah.
Somebody's pet, I guess.
The guys brought
him into the E.R.,
probably saved his life.
-Make sure Ruben gets
this list as soon as possible.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
-Thank you.
-Lila? Hi.
-Josh?
You look nothing
like your picture.
-[ Chuckles ]
[ Silenced gunshot ]
[ Silenced gunshots ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
-April? Why are you
heavy-breathing?
-I am on a treadmill burning
of 600 calories worth of rage.
- Why's that?
- 'Cause I got fired.
-What? How did that happen?
-Laurence.
But before I tell you, I
have to increase my pace
to handle the additional
rage. [ Treadmill beeping ]
-Can I help?
Laurence and I have a
bit of an understanding.
-Hold on.
[ Treadmill beeps ]
Are you ready for this?
- Ah.
- Huh? What'd I tell you?
- [ Laughs ]
- It's beautiful, right?
- It's very nice.
- Yeah.
Best suite in the hotel.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Third floor, great views.
-Mexico's on the phone.
- Oh.
- Oh, I'm gonna go check us in.
-Hello?
-[ Speaking Spanish ]
-[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Chuckles ]
-[ Scoffs ]
-[ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Phones ringing ]
-Hey, Janice.
Hey, are you, um,
making those payments?
-Actually, no.
-Why not?
-Laurence told me to stop.
-Shit. That's, uh...
I specifically spoke
with him about it.
-He...
He also told us you wouldn't
be involved with the production.
-What?
-Mr. Daly. Mark from
Human Resources.
You have a moment?
-Uh, not really.
-My office is down the hall.
♪♪
-All right, then. Lead the way.
-I was just about to call
you. Now here you are.
-[ Chuckles ] Imagine.
-Just as well you came in. I
think sometimes on the phone,
it's easy to misinterpret
the tone of a convers...
♪♪
-Hi. Uh...
H-How did you get in here?
- Do you have a second?
-A-Are you coming
through the courtyard?
Did you hop the fence or...?
- There's a gate.
- Is there?! I don't remember...
-I think that we can both agree
that when you
said you trusted me,
you were just trying to
get me out of your hair
so you could go for lunch.
-Yeah, I think there's been a-a
fundamental misunderstanding
about the nature
of our relationship.
- Ah, has there?
- Yeah.
You know, I didn't have
enough time or, uh...
Or information to
continue our conversation.
I checked with Legal.
There's no danger of an
investor pulling that money
out of a fully-funded LLC.
-So you didn't trust me.
-Well, when you employ
as many people as I do,
you learn to recognize
who's gonna be... trouble.
And, uh, most people show
their true colors pretty quickly.
- And I am...?
- Oh, disruptive.
[ Sets down book ]
-[ Chuckles ]
-You'll still be a
producer on the project,
but in a silent capacity.
You'll retain profits and
points, attend the premiere.
In the meantime,
I've hired somebody
to be a little more hands-on.
- April?
- Uh, no.
-Really?
Why not April?
- Well, I felt she's...
-Hey, have you always enjoyed
watching women on the can?
Like, was that something
you did as a kid,
or did you develop a
taste for it in later years?
-HR will walk you through this.
-Enough of the phone.
And if you raise your voice,
I will put you through
that glass wall headfirst.
Do you understand me,
you entitled fucking pervert?
[ Clicks, gears whir ]
-Well, this is shaping up to be
the biggest mistake
you ever made.
-Why's that?
'Cause you're Captain
fucking America
with your big white teeth
and your head of fake hair?
Is everything about you a lie?
Hold on.
- What are you do...
-Even your eyebrows are a lie.
The fact that you're
wealthy and well-connected,
it protects you from people...
Normal people who
rely on the justice system
and common human decency.
It does not protect
you from my people.
They can find you anywhere.
They can get you in
your fancy fucking house,
on your remote
fucking holiday island,
and they can leave you in a
sticky pool of your own blood.
[ Scoffs ]
[ Grunts ]
Ah, yeah, that's...
that's pretty.
As a producer, I plan
on being very hands-on.
So does April, when
you give her her job back
with a nice raise.
And given you're so
eager to use the phone,
why don't you
give Janice a call,
tell her to write those
purchase orders?
I'm sure she can get them
in by the end of the day.
Yeah?
[ Cheers and applause ]
-Ladies and gentlemen, the Madison
Bar would like to welcome Gladys Parrish.
[ Cheers and applause ]
- You're gonna blow 'em away.
- [ Sighs ] Thank you. Mmm.
By the way, it's a boy.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Ukulele playing ]
♪ I remember when you and I ♪
♪ Were like two clouds ♪
♪ Kissing in the sky ♪
♪ Then the wonder ♪
♪ Turned into thunder ♪
♪ First the boom ♪
♪ And then the crash ♪
♪ Followed by a
lightning flash ♪
♪ That was so shocking ♪
♪ We stopped really talking ♪
[ Beeping ]
[ Freezer door opens ]
- Thriller?
-If that's what you're in the
mood for, I'm sure I can handle it.
[ Beeps continue ]
- Jinny was really cool.
-It's funny. She said exactly
the same thing about you.
-You guys serious?
-You know how people
say "it's complicated"?
Well, this is
highly complicated.
I'm thinking I should
get a new place.
- Why?
- Closer to your mother.
You know, you misplace
your history book or whatever,
you don't have to
schlep across town.
You want to help
me find somewhere?
- Yes. [ Chuckles ]
- All right.
[ Beeping continues ]
- How 'bout that?
-Looks kind of shite.
-Good shite or bad shite?
- Do it.
- [ Chuckles ]
[ Eerie music plays ]
[ Romantic music plays ]
-You know what'd be great?
Rose petals for the bed.
- Definitely.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
You mind, uh, running out,
'cause, yeah,
that'd be romantic.
-I'll text Ed.
-All right.
♪♪
-You know, the truth is,
I'd like a little bit of
privacy with my fiancée.
Huh? You understand?
- I'll be outside.
- All right.
Thanks.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Muffled conversation
in Spanish ]
- Fitting's... It's all done?
- She looks beautiful.
-Thanks.
♪♪
-Ricky. Is bad luck.
-Yeah, yeah, I-I know. Sorry.
I just, uh...
Is it bad luck to say
that you look amazing?
-No.
-Well, y-you look incredible.
- Thank you, sweetheart.
- No, thank you.
You are very good to me...
Supportive and loving and...
you always had my back.
You know, before I met
you, I-I-I didn't realize
how much I needed
that stuff, and...
I'm grateful.
-Ricky.
-Okay, all right. I'll
let you get changed.
Although you're not that
good with other people.
- What?
- It's just...
some of the things you
do to other people, they...
They bother me. They
bother me very deeply.
-Why do you say that now?
[ Cellphone chimes, buzzes ]
- Because...
if I don't say it now,
then... Then I never will.
[ Cellphone chimes, buzzes ]
♪♪
-Wait outside.
♪♪
♪♪
[ Door slams open ]
- Freeze, freeze!
- Search warrant! On the ground.
Hands. Show me hands!
-In the bedroom. In the bedroom.
-FBI! Open the door.
-Hey. Hey! Ah, damn
it, cops. What did I do?
Hey, get your
fucking hands off me!
- Open the door now.
- Just do what they say!
-Bring in the ram.
[ Breaking down door ]
-♪ Who's sorry now? ♪
♪ Who's sorry now? ♪
♪ Whose heart is aching ♪
♪ For breaking each vow? ♪
♪ Who's sad and blue? ♪
♪ Who's crying, too? ♪
♪ Just like I cried over you ♪
-[ No audio ] ♪♪
-♪ Right to the end ♪
- [ No audio ]
- ♪ Just like a friend ♪
♪ I tried to warn you somehow ♪
♪♪
♪ You had your way ♪
♪ Now you must pay ♪
♪ I'm glad that
you're sorry now ♪
♪♪
♪ Right to the end ♪
- Can I at least finish the song?
- Afraid not.
-♪ Just like a friend ♪
-At least let me walk
out without handcuffs on.
-♪ I tried to warn you somehow ♪
-Okay.
-♪ You had your way ♪
♪ Now you must pay ♪
♪ I'm glad that
you're sorry now ♪
[ Applause ]
-Nothing here.
-Nothing.
-Outside, anybody
have eyes on her?
The alley behind the hotel?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
She's not in here?
- When did you last see her
in this room?
- A-A minute ago!
She... She didn't
jump, did she, right?
She can't survive that.
- Did she say anything?
- Like what?
- Was there any indication
she knew we were coming?
- No.
- Did you say anything to her?
- Uh...
-Rick. Rick, we need to know
the conversation you had,
word for word. What
exactly did you say to her?
[ Knocking on door ]
- FBI! Search warrant! Open up!
- What's happening?
- I got my daughter with me.
It's okay. Look at me.
This is gonna seem real
bad, but everything will be fine,
and I'll be okay. [
Pounding on door ]
You understand?
- Dad, why are they...
- Open up!
- Say you understand.
- I understand.
- Stay right here on the couch.
Call your mother.
Trust me, okay.
-Hands, hands. On your feet.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
-Do not move. Stay right there.
-Shorty, remember where
we were in this shite thriller,
and we'll pick it
up when I get back.
-Dad?
-Don't finish it
without me, Shorty.
- Dad!
- Okay?
[ Police radio chatter ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
-Laurence wears a wig?
-It's a medical condition. He
doesn't have a hair on his body.
-Wendy.
No.
[ Gasps ]
Don't use that bathroom.
- Why?
-Can we talk?
-I started talking with lawyers.
I'm planning to
ask for full custody.
-If Katie gets full custody,
I worry that she would restrict
access to my daughter on a whim.
-Miles is a criminal.
He works for a woman
named Amara De Escalones.
If he insists on going to court,
I'm willing to say all
this in front of a judge.
-We don't know anything yet.
She didn't come home last night,
but that doesn't
necessarily mean that...
-Yes, it does. Yes, it does.
Amara had her taken out.
I got her killed. Okay,
what do I got to do?
I don't care what it
is. I'm gonna do it,
'cause this has to stop now.
- I'm David Oumou's manager.
-I asked you to go over there
and offer a deal on our behalf,
and you switch sides!
-You made me into a rat.
-You know what?
Thanks for stopping by, Lu.
Don't let the door
hit you on the arse.
[ Grunting ]
- That's Amara's guys, right?
- You see him?
-Yeah, I better
not see him inside.
[ Gunshot ]
-We agreed to a cease-fire.
Either this was planned,
or you simply have no control
over those in your employ.
- What?
- We require you
to leave Los Angeles,
effective immediately.
Do you understand?
[ Machine-gun fire ]
-How soon can you move in?
-We can't stand back and
watch while they drop bodies.
-We will get warrants and
coordinate a raid in 48 hours.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Drill whirring ]
-Pass that around.
[ Gun cocks ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-[ Speaks Spanish ]
-[ Speaks Spanish ]
Ricky. I forget to tell you.
I have some men work
on the house today.
-Yeah, I see that. I see.
Wh-wh-what needs work?
- Oh, insulation.
- Ah.
- Painting.
- Painting, yeah, sure.
-Is okay. You stay at
your house just a few days.
-Uh, yeah, no. I don't mind.
You can come stay
with me if you want.
-I should stay here...
Make sure they're working.
-Yeah. Yeah, that's
probably smart.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Okay. [ Smooches ]
[ Door closes ]
-All right, let's do this.
-Where's Miles?
-Ask him.
Can we get this
going? I told Gladys
that I was going
out to get bagels.
-See you, guys.
Uh, good luck with the work.
[ Drill whirring ]
[ Door closes ]
-All right, gather round.
I'm only gonna say this once.
This is a lockdown.
No one gets in without
checking at the door.
You're out and about,
you watch yourself.
You need a piece, take it.
Don't fire first.
But if you're attacked,
do what you got to do.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Guns cocking ]
I'm busy.
- I can't get there now.
-That's on you.
-But I heard what happened.
Is everything under control?
-So you don't show, but you
want your own private update?
-Just give me a
sense of where she's...
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Your mother's gonna be here.
Emma, you look fine. Let's go.
-You don't even
know what I'm wearing.
You're just walking out so
you and mom can have a fight.
-I haven't had coffee yet.
You think I want a fight?
-I told her I want you
guys to share custody.
-It's better if you
just stay out of it.
-She's gonna ask
about your face.
-Nobody cares about
my face. Good morning.
-The fight begins.
-Could you kindly
get in the car?
Can we talk for a sec?
- Need to get going.
-Please? It's
just... Just for a sec.
-Alright. One sec.
[ Car door closes ]
Car crash?
- Actually, no, it was more...
- I don't care.
-Katie, tell me you're not gonna
pull anything crazy
in front of the judge.
-Well, you could
always sign the papers.
-Tick a box that says I
don't want my daughter?
Do you think that's
gonna happen?
- Then I don't have a choice.
- The choice to not mention
certain people and
certain activities...
- Miles.
- That may result
in a certain employer of mine
[hushed] fucking
murdering all three of us?
-And you don't see why
you should sign the papers.
The hearing's in five hours.
I'm just telling
the judge the truth.
-Capotillo office headquarters,
De Escalones residence.
Five cars per
target, one marked.
Location pending
on six individuals...
-Warrants set?
- Almost.
- Almost?
-Finalizing indictments.
We'll be ready.
Stevenson's almost done.
-What you need to remember
is that when we go in there...
- Oh, gosh. Hi, hon.
- Hey.
-He up to speed?
- Just about.
- Yeah, tomorrow, huh?
I-I'm relieved. I just, uh, I
didn't think it would be this soon.
-You know, most
of our own office
doesn't know the day
of the raid, so when I say
you cannot repeat this...
- No, absolutely.
-Just go back to work,
continue on your daily routine.
-I was telling him that we'll
arrest him, too, so it doesn't
look like he's in on it.
- Mm-hmm. We put the cuffs
on you, you need to
look surprised and upset.
-"What did I do? Get
your fucking hands off."
Something in that vein.
-That's... I can...
I can do that. I-I...
-There is one thing, and
this is our problem not yours,
but if you see an opportunity...
- Okay?
- We need to get Amara
out of her house and
away from her men,
and that is proving
to be difficult.
-Oh.
Yeah. Hmm.
Hmm...
I might have an idea. Yeah.
[ Dog barking ]
- ♪ Down on your knees ♪
♪ You're begging
me, begging me ♪
♪ Down on your knees ♪
-Already ate.
Appointment in 20 minutes.
- Oh, the OGBYN thing?
- [ Sighs ] Yeah.
-Oh. Well, I could go with
you if you... if you want.
-No, thanks.
-I can just sit in
the waiting room.
-No.
That bruise is turning yellow.
- Yeah.
Yeah, well, I won't
forget my cane today.
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, no more falling down.
-What took you so long?
-Oh, David Oumou called.
He was upset about his trailer,
so I had to go down
and straighten it out.
- His career's taking off.
- He's making real money.
Which is good for us.
-Yeah, I know.
- So...
- No. Nothing.
You know, it's just I always
thought that I'd have a singing career
then a baby.
-You're still gonna
be able to sing.
-Yeah. It's just hormones. I
almost keyed a car yesterday
for taking a parking space
at the Container Store.
I can't be late for
the ultrasound.
-What is... Is that where
they show you the kid?
-Uh, I had two already.
Ultrasounds, not
kids. [ Chuckles ]
-So you know if
it's a boy or girl.
-I'm not ready to talk
about that stuff with you.
-Right.
But you know...
-Thanks for the bagel.
-You two have fun!
[ Door closes ]
-Oh.
Hmm...
Yeah.
My girlfriend doesn't
do understated.
Her taste is, uh, I want
to say, big and shiny.
-Absolutely.
We have something over here.
-What's your return policy?
A couple days, I
can bring it back?
-If there's no damage.
8 caret, pear-cut, VS-1 clarity.
-Hmm.
Hmm. How much?
- 130.
- Thousand?
Wow. Okay.
It's a full refund, right?
It's not store credit?
-Refund.
-Not that I hope she says "no."
I mean, God willing, we'll
spend our whole life together.
You never know, though, right?
Ooh.
Yeah, that's nice.
♪♪
Hmm.
[ Knock on door ]
- Who is it?
- Juan.
- Who?
- It's Juan.
- What do you want?
- Got a delivery.
[ Gun cocks ]
-Last chance to
tell me who you are,
'cause I'm not expecting
any fucking deliveries.
-This shit's from Moises.
Call him. He'll tell you.
♪♪
[ Cellphone ringing ]
- Yeah?
-There's a guy outside,
says he has a delivery.
-It's a housewarming gift.
You sound like
you're freaking out.
-Well, yeah. My
Tia has shit in L.A.,
and I'm in the middle of it.
Jacobo said keep
the door closed.
-Nah, he's
paranoid. I got to run.
Call me after
you open that shit.
♪♪
- Take it easy.
- Yeah, you, too.
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Oh, shit!
♪♪
[ Phones ringing distantly ]
-Rick? Hey. I'm
Janice, line producer.
-Oh. Oh, well, nice
to meet you in person.
-Yeah. I'll grab Miles,
and then we'll get started.
- Miles? Miles is...
- Yeah.
- Oh, you actually showed.
- [ Chuckles ]
-Rick and I worked
together on our last film.
Rick hired the whole
crew, and they were,
to a man, affordable.
- [ Chuckles ]
-Can I interest you
in a beverage, Rick?
-I'll be in the conference
room when you're ready?
-Well, uh, I'm ready now.
-Hold on just one
sec, would you, Rick?
There's something
we should discuss.
-What?
[ Ringing continues ]
-I think we both know
what's going on, right?
Shit's about to get serious.
I don't want it to
affect the movie.
-Well, I hate to
break it to you,
but they're gonna
shut down the movie.
- What?
- They have to.
It's evidence, right?
-When you say "they,"
who do you mean?
-Who do you mean?
Amara?
- Fuck's sake.
-Oh...
- Rick, do you know something?
- I can't... I can't...
-Are you talking about
our friends with the badges?
-No. No, I'm not.
-Why are they
shutting down the film?
[ Whispering ] Are
they making arrests?
- [ Whispering ] No.
- Fuck.
[ Normal voice ] They are.
- [ Sighs ] Jesus,
I'm so bad at this.
I told them I
wouldn't tell anybody.
You're literally the first
person I've talked to.
-Why do you say that
the movie is evidence?
-They're gonna
confiscate our financing.
-All of it?
-The fuck do I know?
-They told me they were
gonna wait six months.
When are they
actually moving in?
Couple of days, a week?
Rick!
- No, no, no, no. You know what?
You ask the Feds
what's going on, okay?
I'm not saying anything.
I mean... more
than I already have.
-We need to spend
the money right now.
We need to pay for the film before
the Feds get their hands on the money.
-I don't see that
happening, okay?
So if you'll excuse me, I have
a meeting with a line producer.
♪♪
♪♪
- April.
- Hi.
-Hi. I'm Mark, Human
Resources at Budd E. Boy.
-Yes. I left a message
for you last night,
and I called you again today.
- Right.
You know Emily.
- Hi.
-All right if we come in
and chat for a moment?
-Oh, yeah, of course. Um...
[ Hushed ] Are
we doing this here?
-There's no perfect place to
have a conversation like this.
-Yes. Believe me, I do not
feel good about this either.
But... it is serious.
-Well, we agree on that.
Emily?
-I told him what you told me,
that yesterday, at about 6:15,
you went into Lawrence's
office while he was out,
went into his closet...
- His secret closet.
-And you said that there
was a one-way mirror
looking into the women's room.
-Yes.
I called HR right
after, left a message.
There's, um...
There's still women
going in there right now.
We should really stop this.
- A-April.
Both Emily and I
checked inside the closet.
-I spoke to Mark first
thing this morning.
-Okay.
-There is no one-way mirror.
-There sure as hell is.
-I have photos of every wall.
-Right there.
There was a mirror.
If it's not there, then I...
It's been sealed up.
-And when would
that have been done?
-Last night.
You told someone.
- I knew she'd turn this on me.
-April, we have a
zero-tolerance policy
when it comes to
harassing employees.
That includes insulting
and defamatory comments
in the workplace.
- Oh, my God.
-I'm afraid you're
being placed on leave,
effective immediately.
-Um, are you in on this, too?
-Be aware that if you continue
to share false allegations,
you will be legally liable
for slander and defamation.
Now, I need you to
calmly exit the building.
-This is like "Rosemary's
fucking Baby."
-Okay, uh, that is just
the sort of language
we were hoping to avoid.
-Fuck you, Mark.
I need a fucking lawyer.
[ Phones ringing distantly ]
[ Clicks, gears whir ]
-[ Sighs ]
- Uh, heading to lunch.
- I just have a quick question
about the budget.
- I, ah... I'm not your guy.
You need to speak to Janice.
-This is more of a
big-picture kind of a question.
We've got a lot of stuff in here
like locations and
actors and catering,
and we kind of pay
it all as we go along.
- One does in life.
- [ Chuckles ]
-But if we wanted, could
we pay them all up front?
-Well, why would we want that?
-Our investors.
I-I'm not saying there's a
problem, just there could be.
-Well, once the LLC is funded,
they can't pull that money out.
- In this case...
- I got a lunch.
Hey, good to see you.
-In this case, it's not a matter
of the investors
pulling money out.
- Yeah, I don't understand. Uh...
- It's hard to explain.
I just know that if we want to be
sure we can complete production,
we got to pay for
everything right now.
-I don't think so.
-I'm sorry if it
sounds a bit shady
and that I'm not
explaining it better...
but we play this right,
we're gonna end up
with a beautiful movie.
If not, we could have nothing.
-Okay, so...
you want to issue purchase
orders for everything up front,
but you can't tell me why?
-I'm asking you to trust me.
-Okay.
[ Elevator dings ]
-Yeah?
I can tell Janice that
you're good with this?
-Yeah.
-You won't regret it.
Emily, you seen April?
- Think she left.
- Okay. Thanks.
Can I have a word?
- Yeah, I don't think so.
I'm just here to pick
up my client's check.
- No, I'll be one sec.
- Do you want to do this now?
[ Whispering ] 'Cause
I will lay you out again.
-[ Scoffs ] Only 'cause
you had your fucking cane.
-Yeah. Well, guess
what, I still got it.
-Okay, Lu... I don't even
know why I'm trying to help you,
but I have information you want.
- [ Sighs ]
-If I'm wrong, I'll
happily fuck off.
-Break it down, bro.
Hey, do the thing, man.
Come on, show 'em.
[ Rap music playing ]
Yeah.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
[ Music stops ]
-[ Clears throat, sniffs ]
Everything cool?
- We go to Nevada.
-You want to leave?
W-Well, we can pack up, then.
-We'll have someone else
do it. We leave tomorrow.
-Okay.
What changed your mind?
-I let that perra gringa
think she push me around.
- When are they moving in?
- [ Sighs ]
Hopefully not in the next hour,
since I've got my
custody hearing with Katie.
I'm thinking if I get
dragged away in handcuffs,
it might influence the verdict.
-Fuck.
-The Feds promised
we won't do time.
-Yeah, didn't they also promise
that they would wait six months
before they moved in?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
-Yeah, I don't know
what happened there.
I-I'm... I've... I've
tried calling them.
They're not calling back.
- That puts my mind at ease.
-Look it, there's no reason to think
they're gonna go back on their deal.
And then once Amara's gone...
- Yeah, j-just whatever.
You know, just... [ Sighs ]
Things are good...
with me and Gladys.
They're good.
This is how she learns about
me? I mean, seeing it on the news.
I mean...
She'll probably
never talk to me again.
They won't let me near my kid.
- You don't know that.
-[ Blows raspberry ] Okay.
I'm here on business.
I better go.
-Hey, Lulu?
Good luck, yeah?
-You, too.
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
♪♪
♪♪
-Okay...
♪♪
[ Sighing ] Okay...
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
[ Snake hissing ]
Shhhhiiit!
[ Groaning ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Laughs ]
-Your Honor, Emma hasn't
lived with her father in over a year.
I've been her primary
physical custodian
since Miles and I separated.
There's no reason
for that to change.
That's why I believe it's
in Emma's best interest
to live with me.
-Ms. Daly, does Mr. Daly have
any substance-abuse issues
you're aware of?
- Not that I'm aware of.
-Any instances of
domestic violence?
-No.
-He's never hit
you or the child?
-No.
-Has he harmed your
daughter in any way?
I'm failing to see why
he's an unfit parent.
Is there a reason Mr. Daly
should be denied joint custody?
Ms. Daly, any reason Mr. Daly
should be denied joint custody?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
- Katie?
[ Whispering ] You don't
need to worry, okay?
I promise, I won't
let anything happen.
-♪ I love loving you ♪
♪ Loving you, loving you ♪
♪ I love loving you, yeah ♪
-Greg said you wanted to see me.
-Oh, yeah, um, do
you book singers?
-I'm Bob. I own the club.
-Oh, okay. My wife
is a fantastic singer.
Now, I-I-I know you must
get approached all the time.
- She have a demo?
- Uh, yeah. I got it on my phone.
-No, no, e-mail it to
me. I'll get back to you.
-Uh, no, no. No. No.
I was really hoping that
you could listen to it now.
- Now?
- I know, but...
Under normal circumstances,
I wouldn't be so pushy,
but she's just... She's
just an amazing person,
and, um, I don't
have a lot of time, so...
-You say she's... good?
- [ Scoffs ] She's great!
- No, I don't need a demo.
Book her for Friday night.
- Really?!
- Absolutely.
And then your mom
can sing on Saturday,
and I'll pencil in your aunts
and uncles for Sunday.
Does that work?
[ Laughs ]
Send me the demo
or don't. It's up to you.
♪♪
♪♪
-Amara.
The hell's that text?
Going to Nevada?
- For a while.
- Wh... Why?
-For business. But I come back.
When the movie's coming
good, you come stay with me.
Nevada's nice.
- You mean, like, visit?
-No.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
You stay with me.
-Are you asking me to... To
come live with you in Nevada?
-You don't like it?
-[ Stammers ]
[ Clearing throat ] Amara.
-Hmm?
-Amara, I, uh...
You and I, we've been
through so much together.
Uh...
You're my sol and my luna,
my first thought when I
wake up in the morning
and my last thought
when I go to sleep.
So if... if you want
to be together,
if that's what
you really want...
Then that's what I want, too.
-[ Gasps ]
Ricky...
- Yeah.
-Fucking...
Where did you get the ring?!
[ Laughs ]
- Is that a yes?
- I marry you, yes.
- Ah.
-Yes.
Oh, mi amor.
- Hmm.
- Oh.
[ Door closes ]
-Mr. Rifkin.
- Christ...
- No. Wait up, please?
Just wait. I'm...
I'm handicapped.
-This is not the best
way to get your wife a gig.
- I know. [ Grunts ]
- Ohh!
Are you fucking
nuts? [ Cries out ]
God... Ugh!
[ Coughs ]
-Now, I really do believe
that when you hear her voice,
you're... oh, you're
gonna be impressed.
[ Music starts ]
That's her on the ukulele, too.
-♪ I remember when you and I ♪
- She's terrific.
- Shh. This is my favorite part.
-♪ Were like two clouds
kissing in the sky ♪
♪ And the wonder ♪
- Yeah.
-First, thank you all for
coming together on short notice.
Give yourselves a
hand. [ Applause ]
Lots of details to
get through today,
so please stop me if
you have any questions.
Priority number one is
that we do this safely.
Tonight, we will be
hitting nine targets,
six in L.A. Metro, two in
Nevada, one in Palm Springs.
You have been assigned
to teams "A" through "I".
Lead agents should be
distributing the ops plans now.
Team A, target...
Roberto Torres, 34 years
old, mid-level Capotillo.
He is at Ostrom Avenue.
Charges... [ Knock on door ]
- Joint custody!
- Whoa! [ Laughs ]
It's good, right?
- I'm so relieved.
-You'll see so much of me,
we'll be sick of each other.
-Probably. Did you get my
text? I left my history book
in your room.
- Oh, that's what it is.
Yeah, I figured your mother
wasn't dropping you over here
so we could have
this beautiful moment.
-Yeah.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
-[ Sighs ] Sorry.
-No, not at all.
This is Emma.
Emma, this is Jinny.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
-Let me grab that textbook.
Be right back. [
Footsteps departing ]
-And he says that you've
been... He says you're pretty good.
-I've been playing since I was
10, so I might be, yeah, I think I am.
- How old are you now?
- 14.
-14, oh, okay. Oh, cool.
You guys play on dirt or...?
-I think it's artificial turf,
but it looks like a
pro's team, so it's okay.
-Pro. Cool. Cool.
-Oh, thank you.
-I'll see you tonight?
[ Car horn beeps ]
-Oh. Do I need to go out
there now and be civilized?
- Oh, definitely not.
- Thank God.
- [ Chuckles ] Nice meeting you.
- Nice meeting you, too.
-I'll see you later.
-Kid's cool.
-As you'd expect.
-I'm gonna head
out in a second, too.
Just wait till they're gone.
-Probably best.
-So, uh, there's something
that I didn't want
to get into last night,
'cause you just came from court.
-Okay.
-I'm leaving Greg.
I haven't told him
yet, but I've decided.
-And you're just gonna...
drop that little detail on
your way out the door?
-It's not... Okay, it's... I'm not
leaving him because of you.
I'm not leaving him for you.
It's something
completely separate,
and I... and I don't expect
anything from us at all.
Uh, it's just... if we're gonna
continue seeing each other,
then we don't have
to sneak around.
But it's no pressure.
-Yeah. Well, you've
made that clear.
-Does that freak you out?
-We'll talk about it.
[ Sighs ]
[ Door opens ]
- [ Quietly ] Bye.
[ Door closes ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
- and then lady is
going to come by...
-Sorry to interrupt,
but Ross just told me that we're
stopping through Palm Springs
without bringing extra security?
-It's where we get married.
Ricky book a hotel.
- Yeah.
The Lightman. It's where Sinatra
stayed. It's the perfect place.
And since we're going
through, why wait?
- [ Chuckles ]
- Love waits for no man, Ed.
-Okay. But we
should bring backup.
-Why? We're leaving L.A.
- Still, if we don't go...
- I-I-I'd rather it be intimate.
Really, m-my first
wedding was so big.
There were people invited
there, I had no idea who they were.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Yeah. It's ridiculous.
But this... This
is gonna be nice.
- Nice.
- [ Chuckles ]
Ed, you want some?
There's some glasses over
there. Go ahead. Help yourself.
-So, she's gonna bring the
dress tonight, make sure that it fit.
And two ladies to
sew, just to make sure.
-Yeah. Yeah, you never know.
[ Rap music playing ]
-This fucking thing is awesome.
-She had to leave, all right?
It was just a matter of time.
-Shit, well, I didn't
think she would.
-Amara take us on? [ Laughs ]
Yeah, we'd lay that
bitch down, man.
-[ Laughs ] I heard she pulled
some guys up from Nevada.
-A dozen? Two dozen?
Like that makes
a difference, man.
Holed up in that crazy
house eating canned soup.
Yeah, we smoked that bitch out.
-[ Chuckles ]
-Shit, well, smoke me out.
-[ Speaks Spanish
]man. Now we can relax.
-[ Inhales, sighs ]
Man, I've been trapped in
this apartment for three days.
-Well, we go out tonight.
You been to that new
spot on Las Palmas?
- Mnh-mnh.
- It doesn't have a name.
[ Thuds ] It's just...
-Ah, shit!
That fucking thing bit me!
- [ Laughs ]
- What?
-Through the lid! God damn!
-He can't bite you
through the lid, man.
-Look at my fucking arm.
- Oh, shit.
- Fucking cobra.
Holy shit.
They can fucking
kill you, right?
♪♪
-Uh, I'll get an ambulance.
-Yo, man, I'm gonna
fucking lay down.
[ Grunts ]
-[ Grunting, toilet lid thuds ]
[ Peeing in toilet ]
-How many times you hit snooze?
I stopped counting after six.
- Yeah, long night.
-Where were you?
[ Toilet flushes ]
- Uh, Madison Bar.
- On Melrose?
- Mm-hmm.
-Why were you there?
-Um...
[ Smooches] You
remember that, uh,
demo that you played for me?
Well, I played it for the owner.
- I didn't say you could do that.
- Well, you want to be a singer.
-The sound is
terrible on that demo.
-You want to know
what he thought?
Oh, these are good.
- Oh, what did he say?
-Mmm.
He loved it.
- Shut up.
-Mm-hmm. He said
you were a revelation.
- Don't fuck with me.
- No, you're on tonight.
- Tonight?
- Tonight.
- To sing?
- No, to wait tables.
-Oh, my...
Okay, I don't even
have a set prepared.
-Honey, honey.
You are so beautiful...
and talented...
and you've been
waiting for this.
- Tonight.
- Mm-hmm.
-Louis Darnell...
you are a wonderful man.
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Clasp clicks ]
[ Car door closes ]
-Just got word. Our undercover
officer, Agent Cousins...
He's in a medically-induced
coma at Cedars.
- No.
- I'm sorry.
He was with Yago De Escalones
and several Capotillo members.
He's our inside man.
-Do we know how he got made?
-Uh, actually, it looks like
sort of a freak accident.
He was bitten by a snake.
-I'm sorry, he w...
-It was a cobra. Yeah.
Somebody's pet, I guess.
The guys brought
him into the E.R.,
probably saved his life.
-Make sure Ruben gets
this list as soon as possible.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
-Thank you.
-Lila? Hi.
-Josh?
You look nothing
like your picture.
-[ Chuckles ]
[ Silenced gunshot ]
[ Silenced gunshots ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
-April? Why are you
heavy-breathing?
-I am on a treadmill burning
of 600 calories worth of rage.
- Why's that?
- 'Cause I got fired.
-What? How did that happen?
-Laurence.
But before I tell you, I
have to increase my pace
to handle the additional
rage. [ Treadmill beeping ]
-Can I help?
Laurence and I have a
bit of an understanding.
-Hold on.
[ Treadmill beeps ]
Are you ready for this?
- Ah.
- Huh? What'd I tell you?
- [ Laughs ]
- It's beautiful, right?
- It's very nice.
- Yeah.
Best suite in the hotel.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Third floor, great views.
-Mexico's on the phone.
- Oh.
- Oh, I'm gonna go check us in.
-Hello?
-[ Speaking Spanish ]
-[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Chuckles ]
-[ Scoffs ]
-[ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Phones ringing ]
-Hey, Janice.
Hey, are you, um,
making those payments?
-Actually, no.
-Why not?
-Laurence told me to stop.
-Shit. That's, uh...
I specifically spoke
with him about it.
-He...
He also told us you wouldn't
be involved with the production.
-What?
-Mr. Daly. Mark from
Human Resources.
You have a moment?
-Uh, not really.
-My office is down the hall.
♪♪
-All right, then. Lead the way.
-I was just about to call
you. Now here you are.
-[ Chuckles ] Imagine.
-Just as well you came in. I
think sometimes on the phone,
it's easy to misinterpret
the tone of a convers...
♪♪
-Hi. Uh...
H-How did you get in here?
- Do you have a second?
-A-Are you coming
through the courtyard?
Did you hop the fence or...?
- There's a gate.
- Is there?! I don't remember...
-I think that we can both agree
that when you
said you trusted me,
you were just trying to
get me out of your hair
so you could go for lunch.
-Yeah, I think there's been a-a
fundamental misunderstanding
about the nature
of our relationship.
- Ah, has there?
- Yeah.
You know, I didn't have
enough time or, uh...
Or information to
continue our conversation.
I checked with Legal.
There's no danger of an
investor pulling that money
out of a fully-funded LLC.
-So you didn't trust me.
-Well, when you employ
as many people as I do,
you learn to recognize
who's gonna be... trouble.
And, uh, most people show
their true colors pretty quickly.
- And I am...?
- Oh, disruptive.
[ Sets down book ]
-[ Chuckles ]
-You'll still be a
producer on the project,
but in a silent capacity.
You'll retain profits and
points, attend the premiere.
In the meantime,
I've hired somebody
to be a little more hands-on.
- April?
- Uh, no.
-Really?
Why not April?
- Well, I felt she's...
-Hey, have you always enjoyed
watching women on the can?
Like, was that something
you did as a kid,
or did you develop a
taste for it in later years?
-HR will walk you through this.
-Enough of the phone.
And if you raise your voice,
I will put you through
that glass wall headfirst.
Do you understand me,
you entitled fucking pervert?
[ Clicks, gears whir ]
-Well, this is shaping up to be
the biggest mistake
you ever made.
-Why's that?
'Cause you're Captain
fucking America
with your big white teeth
and your head of fake hair?
Is everything about you a lie?
Hold on.
- What are you do...
-Even your eyebrows are a lie.
The fact that you're
wealthy and well-connected,
it protects you from people...
Normal people who
rely on the justice system
and common human decency.
It does not protect
you from my people.
They can find you anywhere.
They can get you in
your fancy fucking house,
on your remote
fucking holiday island,
and they can leave you in a
sticky pool of your own blood.
[ Scoffs ]
[ Grunts ]
Ah, yeah, that's...
that's pretty.
As a producer, I plan
on being very hands-on.
So does April, when
you give her her job back
with a nice raise.
And given you're so
eager to use the phone,
why don't you
give Janice a call,
tell her to write those
purchase orders?
I'm sure she can get them
in by the end of the day.
Yeah?
[ Cheers and applause ]
-Ladies and gentlemen, the Madison
Bar would like to welcome Gladys Parrish.
[ Cheers and applause ]
- You're gonna blow 'em away.
- [ Sighs ] Thank you. Mmm.
By the way, it's a boy.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Ukulele playing ]
♪ I remember when you and I ♪
♪ Were like two clouds ♪
♪ Kissing in the sky ♪
♪ Then the wonder ♪
♪ Turned into thunder ♪
♪ First the boom ♪
♪ And then the crash ♪
♪ Followed by a
lightning flash ♪
♪ That was so shocking ♪
♪ We stopped really talking ♪
[ Beeping ]
[ Freezer door opens ]
- Thriller?
-If that's what you're in the
mood for, I'm sure I can handle it.
[ Beeps continue ]
- Jinny was really cool.
-It's funny. She said exactly
the same thing about you.
-You guys serious?
-You know how people
say "it's complicated"?
Well, this is
highly complicated.
I'm thinking I should
get a new place.
- Why?
- Closer to your mother.
You know, you misplace
your history book or whatever,
you don't have to
schlep across town.
You want to help
me find somewhere?
- Yes. [ Chuckles ]
- All right.
[ Beeping continues ]
- How 'bout that?
-Looks kind of shite.
-Good shite or bad shite?
- Do it.
- [ Chuckles ]
[ Eerie music plays ]
[ Romantic music plays ]
-You know what'd be great?
Rose petals for the bed.
- Definitely.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
You mind, uh, running out,
'cause, yeah,
that'd be romantic.
-I'll text Ed.
-All right.
♪♪
-You know, the truth is,
I'd like a little bit of
privacy with my fiancée.
Huh? You understand?
- I'll be outside.
- All right.
Thanks.
[ Door opens, closes ]
[ Muffled conversation
in Spanish ]
- Fitting's... It's all done?
- She looks beautiful.
-Thanks.
♪♪
-Ricky. Is bad luck.
-Yeah, yeah, I-I know. Sorry.
I just, uh...
Is it bad luck to say
that you look amazing?
-No.
-Well, y-you look incredible.
- Thank you, sweetheart.
- No, thank you.
You are very good to me...
Supportive and loving and...
you always had my back.
You know, before I met
you, I-I-I didn't realize
how much I needed
that stuff, and...
I'm grateful.
-Ricky.
-Okay, all right. I'll
let you get changed.
Although you're not that
good with other people.
- What?
- It's just...
some of the things you
do to other people, they...
They bother me. They
bother me very deeply.
-Why do you say that now?
[ Cellphone chimes, buzzes ]
- Because...
if I don't say it now,
then... Then I never will.
[ Cellphone chimes, buzzes ]
♪♪
-Wait outside.
♪♪
♪♪
[ Door slams open ]
- Freeze, freeze!
- Search warrant! On the ground.
Hands. Show me hands!
-In the bedroom. In the bedroom.
-FBI! Open the door.
-Hey. Hey! Ah, damn
it, cops. What did I do?
Hey, get your
fucking hands off me!
- Open the door now.
- Just do what they say!
-Bring in the ram.
[ Breaking down door ]
-♪ Who's sorry now? ♪
♪ Who's sorry now? ♪
♪ Whose heart is aching ♪
♪ For breaking each vow? ♪
♪ Who's sad and blue? ♪
♪ Who's crying, too? ♪
♪ Just like I cried over you ♪
-[ No audio ] ♪♪
-♪ Right to the end ♪
- [ No audio ]
- ♪ Just like a friend ♪
♪ I tried to warn you somehow ♪
♪♪
♪ You had your way ♪
♪ Now you must pay ♪
♪ I'm glad that
you're sorry now ♪
♪♪
♪ Right to the end ♪
- Can I at least finish the song?
- Afraid not.
-♪ Just like a friend ♪
-At least let me walk
out without handcuffs on.
-♪ I tried to warn you somehow ♪
-Okay.
-♪ You had your way ♪
♪ Now you must pay ♪
♪ I'm glad that
you're sorry now ♪
[ Applause ]
-Nothing here.
-Nothing.
-Outside, anybody
have eyes on her?
The alley behind the hotel?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
She's not in here?
- When did you last see her
in this room?
- A-A minute ago!
She... She didn't
jump, did she, right?
She can't survive that.
- Did she say anything?
- Like what?
- Was there any indication
she knew we were coming?
- No.
- Did you say anything to her?
- Uh...
-Rick. Rick, we need to know
the conversation you had,
word for word. What
exactly did you say to her?
[ Knocking on door ]
- FBI! Search warrant! Open up!
- What's happening?
- I got my daughter with me.
It's okay. Look at me.
This is gonna seem real
bad, but everything will be fine,
and I'll be okay. [
Pounding on door ]
You understand?
- Dad, why are they...
- Open up!
- Say you understand.
- I understand.
- Stay right here on the couch.
Call your mother.
Trust me, okay.
-Hands, hands. On your feet.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
-Do not move. Stay right there.
-Shorty, remember where
we were in this shite thriller,
and we'll pick it
up when I get back.
-Dad?
-Don't finish it
without me, Shorty.
- Dad!
- Okay?
[ Police radio chatter ]
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