Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Safe Space - full transcript

-Previously on "Get Shorty"...

-We need to get
Amara out of her house

and away from her men.

-I might have an idea.

If you want to be together...

-Ricky...

-They're gonna
shut down the movie.

-What?

Is everything about you a lie?

Hold on.
- What are you do...

-Even your eyebrows are a lie.



-I'm leaving Greg.

I haven't told him
yet, but I've decided.

-We're stopping
through Palm Springs

without bringing extra security?

-It's where we get married.

-Some of the things
you do to other people...

they bother me.

-Why do you say that now?

-The Feds promised
we won't do time.

-Yeah, didn't they also promise
that they would wait six months

before they moved in?

-Trust me, okay?

-Hands, hands. On your feet.

-When did you last
see her in this room?



-A... A minute ago!

-Why do you say that now?

[ Cellphone chimes ]
- Because...

if I don't say it now,
then... Then I never will.

♪♪

[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪♪

-Wait outside.

♪♪

[ Bryan Adams' "Heaven" plays ]

♪♪

-♪ Oh, thinkin' about
all our younger years ♪

[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪ There was only you and me ♪
[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪ We were young
and wild and free ♪

♪ Now nothin' can take
you away from me ♪

[ Door slams open ]

- Freeze, freeze!
- Search warrant! On the ground.

[ Lock engages ]
Hands. Show me hands!

-♪ But that's over now ♪

-FBI! Open the door.

-Hey! Ah, damn it,
cops. What did I do?

Hey, get your
fucking hands off me!

-♪ Baby, you're
all that I want ♪

♪ When you're lyin'
here in my arms ♪

♪ I'm findin' it
hard to believe ♪

♪ We're in heaven ♪

♪ And love is all that I need ♪

♪ And I found it
there in your heart ♪

♪ It isn't too hard to see ♪

♪ We're in heaven ♪

[ Door closes ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

♪♪

[ Glass shattering ]

-Ohh!

-Outside, anybody
have eyes on her?

The alley behind the hotel?

-[ Groaning ]

[ Sirens wail in distance ]

[ Groans ]

-♪ Bring you up when
you're feeling down ♪

-[ Grunts ]

-♪ Yeah, nothin' could
change what you mean to me ♪

[ Sirens wailing in distance,
helicopter blades whirring ]

♪ Oh, there's lots
that I could say ♪

-Oh! Oh.

-♪ But just hold me now ♪

♪ 'Cause our love
will light the way ♪

♪ And, baby, you're
all that I want ♪

♪ When you're lyin'
here in my arms ♪

-[ Coughs ]
[ Vehicle approaching ]

Hey!

Hey, help!

-♪ ...a knife to my breast ♪

-What happened?

-Thank you.

-Do you need me to call someone?

Ohh!

-♪ If you keep from the
demons who knock at your door ♪

♪♪

♪ Won't you come
back to see me again? ♪

♪ Won't you come back someday? ♪
[ Body thuds ]

♪ Oh, I've tried and I've tried
to make my way from here ♪

♪ But I'm stuck
at heaven's gate ♪

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

[ Siren chirping,
indistinct conversations ]

-Heard they're
calling an ambulance.

-Driver had a
pickup truck stolen.

We think it was Amara.

- And she hurt the guy?
- Critically.

-Holy shit.
[ Sighs ]

And... And you
couldn't find her?

How'd she get
past all these guys?

-What was she wearing?

-Wearing, uh... a wedding dress.

That should stand out, right?

Her hair's all done up, and...

Oh.

Oh, my God, the
fucking engagement ring.

- The one you bought or...
- Oh, the line of credit

that I opened up for that...

-Okay.

You were in the bedroom,
you told her she looked nice.

Then you went into the suite?

-There was some
back-and-forth. I mean...

I said I appreciated her.

I don't always like the
way she treats other people.

-You said that?

-Yeah, no big deal.

I was just... I was
laying it all out there.

- Why?
- I told her.

I said, "If I don't tell you
this now, then I never will."

I meant before we get married.

Not before the Feds move in.

Don't... Don't...
Stop that look.

It wasn't me that
tipped her off, okay?

-Looking back, will she think
that you knew about the raid?

-What?! No.

Will she?

-Well, "Wylderness," it's
such an amazing project.

I mean, I just... I
just can't let it go.

Yeah.

So, we on for March, or what?

They got a course
that's right on the ocean.

I'm still licking my
wounds from Augusta.

[ Chuckles ]

All right, so, one more thing.

Have you got any
updates on Miles Daly?

Miles Daly. He's one of
the guys who was indicted.

And Phil was telling me
that they're only thinking

of pressing minor charges?

Well, so... so, is he getting
off on a technicality, or...

No, I know, I know.
There's... There's...

There's some things
that you can't tell me.

But here's the thing. [ Sighs ]

Miles was running the operation.

And he was violent
towards me, personally.

Now, I can't go on the record,

but I think it would
be a mistake to... to...

Yeah.

Yeah, you get what I'm saying.

Yeah.

-There were several federal
indictments that were issued.

-So, everyone I worked with

was involved in a massive
criminal conspiracy.

Only, I had no idea, because
I'm sheltered and naive.

Sorry about the mess.

I've been taking some time off.

-Right.

Uh, you notice anything odd

during production of
"The Admiral's Mistress"?

-Everyone was
uptight around Amara,

but that's not unusual
with an investor.

In Nevada, some of
the crew had guns.

-Who had guns?

-All of them...

I think?

And, uh, one of our
sets burned down.

Are you writing
"She's an idiot"?

You should be.

-Who arranged the transfer
of funds into the LLC?

-I don't know.

I didn't have nothing
to do with that.

-Mr. De Escalones,
not only is your signature

on the articles
of incorporation...

The LLC is literally
named after you.

-'Cause I was set up.

They didn't tell me
what I was signing.

-Mr. De Escalones
was manipulated

by a sophisticated
criminal organization.

-I was manipulated.

-So, uh...

these transcripts are, uh...

Are from recordings
made by an operative

and a Title III wiretap at
Budd E. Boy Entertainment.

Direct quotes of
things that you've said.

February 22nd... "I'm
supposed to oversee this.

The movie. I mean,
like, the money."

February 25th... "The
finances and shit?

That all runs through me."

February 26th...

"I'm Yago, God damn it!

I'm the king of this bitch."

February 28th...

-Will you excuse me?

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

You holding up?

-Looking forward to going
home. Who was that?

-My boss.
[ Clears throat ]

Have a seat.

[ Door closes ]

[ Sighs ]

Someone very high up wants
to make an example of you.

-That guy that just walked out?

-Someone in the
Department of Justice.

They're saying our deal with you

was contingent
on Amara's arrest,

and since that didn't happen...

-Hold on, hold on.

Just so we don't, um...

[ Scoffs ]

You're standing by the
deal that we made, right?

-No. No.

I have tried calling
in every favor I have.

I've been on the
phone for hours.

-I should have known.
I should have fucking...

[ Chuckles ]

Louis told me.

Oh, he'll love this.

Meanwhile, I'm... I'm...
I'm promising my daughter...

I'm saying, "Don't you
worry, sweetheart..."

- Miles.
- "...'cause this lovely

lady cop, she... she
gave me her word.

And... And look!

She's number-one grandma,
so she won't fuck me over.

Long as I turn rat and
drag my buddy into it."

-I will fight to help you on
any part of this I can control.

I will insist the
terms of the plea deal

be at least as short as...
- Oh, really?

'Cause you want
another deal now.

You want another deal.
One where I go away.

-For as short a
stretch as possible.

-How long is that?

-The case against you is strong.

But if the only
charge is laundering,

that's only five years.

You will be out in two.
- No!

- Two years!
- No!

-You'll be out!

-No.

No!

No! [ Clatter ]

No!

-Ah!

We're fine.

-Are we fine?!

Is that what we are?!

-Please.

-[ Scoffs ]

-We're fine.

[ Door closes ]

[ Lock engages ]

I don't blame you, not...

-Fuck you!

Ohh.

-Oh, bunny, I'm sorry.

[ Jazz music plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

-From the description of
your conversation with Amara,

it's possible she has no
idea you're working with us.

-Yes, and it's also
possible she does.

-Hard to assess
the degree of threat.

There's some indication
that she's left the country.

Even if she did, it
wouldn't stop her

from ordering another hit.

-Another hit?

-Lila Llambias, a cartel member.

We assume it was Amara.

Shot in the back.
Actually survived.

-Oh, geez.

-It's up to you.

Resume your life,
put it out of your mind.

Or there's witness protection.

-Oh, and spend the rest
of my life in Oklahoma,

working at a fucking
Jamba Juice?

-I like Jamba Juice.

-[ Sighs ]

Is there a door number three?

- Prison.
- Right.

-Serve a long enough sentence,

no one will know you
were an informant.

-Yeah, and I get
shanked on the first day.

-It's...

You'd be at a
minimum-security facility.

King Bush Federal is
mostly non-violent offenders,

so the beatings and the sexual
assaults you're worried about...

Non-existent.

There's recreational activities.
There's free counseling.

-Y-You're actually
pitching this?

That I choose to go to prison?

-You asked about
door number three.

-[ Sighs ]

♪♪

You got pictures of this place?

[ Jazz music plays ]

[ Door opens ]

-Thank you.

♪♪

Coffee.

Sorry to rush you, but...

need to know what
you're thinking.

-Vanilla-flavored creamer.

Who likes this stuff?

-What did your lawyer say?

-[ Sighs ]

That I'm fucked.

-Fight this, you
won't like the result.

-Is five years the
best you can do?

-Yes.

-Can I go home for a
couple of days before?

-If you wear an ankle monitor.

-Wherever I do the time, it
needs to be somewhere nearby...

so that my kid
can come and visit.

-The closest Federal
facility is maximum-security.

There is a medium-security.
It's four hours away.

-Has to be close.

-It's up to you.

I'll get your lawyer.
We'll go over the terms.

-You said someone
high up has it in for me.

Just me?

I'm asking, can you honor
Louis' side of the deal?

-I don't know.

-He has a baby on the way.

Be nice if the kid
got to know its dad.

He didn't know
anything about this

until I dragged him into it.

So if you're gonna honor just
one of the promises you made...

-I'll try.
[ Knocking ]

[ Buzzer, door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

-Thanks.

-So, the Book of Mormon says
no drinking, no pre-marital sex.

But you get a pass
on white-collar crime?

-The reason that they let me off

is because I was on the
periphery of this thing.

-You knew Amara
was laundering money.

-I just...

really wanted my
screenplay to get made.

It's not a good excuse.

-The L.A. Times, um...

they had an article about Amara.

They think that she
had people killed.

-Yeah, I-I read that...

and, uh, I mean, I figured
she was just a casino owner

who was, you know,
skirting around the law

here and there, but...

I mean, do I seem like a killer?

-[ Chuckles ]

-[ Chuckling ] Right? So...

-I know, but there are
things that you did know.

And you didn't tell me.

-Well, look, on the one hand, I
want to be honest with my wife.

That's a tenet of my faith.

But on the other
hand, there are times

that being honest isn't
doing you any favors.

-But you're being honest now?

-I mean, now I am.

-Oh, you lied to me
for a really long time.

It's hard to get past that.

-So, tell me.

What can I do to make it right?

-I don't know that you can.

No, I'm... I'm gonna need time.

-Okay.

-Do you have a place to stay?

-Yeah, yeah.

I'm...

staying at the
Ramada by the airport.

It's... It's pretty nice.

-[ Breathes deeply ]

-I'm gonna get my things.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

-Sorry. We have people over.

-I didn't realize.

-No, it's okay.

They're just Greg's friends.

Just took me a
minute to get away.

So... this is it?

-Is it?

I was thinking in five
years' time, we could just...

pick up right where we left off.

-Perfect.

It was on the news.

Not you, but, um, the case.

-Yeah, I know.

-Did you [Sighs]

I mean, did you know
what you were getting into?

You did.

- It's complicated.
- [ Breathes deeply ]

Seems like there's a lot of
interesting things about you

that I don't know.

-That's a nice
way of putting it.

[ Both chuckle ]

-You been to prison before?

-I got in some trouble
in Ireland, as a kid.

Nothing like this.

But... I'll be okay.

-Okay.

-Did you, um...

Did you talk to your
husband in the end?

-No, we're not splitting up.

I was, uh... I was going
through something, and...

it's better now.

-Good to hear.

-[ Laughs ] Yeah?

Well.

You take care.

-You too.

[ Chuckles ]

-Um...

[ Footsteps departing ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music plays ]

♪♪

-Hey, hon?

-I'll be right in.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Engine shuts off ]

-Here you go.

-Mmm.

[ Gasps ] Look at that.

-Yeah, I figured, "Why not?"

- With the hot paprika and all.
- [ Chuckles ]

-Trying to fatten me
up before I go away.

-Bet food's not
this good in prison.

-In fact, I believe they buy
their meat from carnivals.

-Tell Dad what
you did in school.

-Mr. Kovach showed
us how to melt pennies

over a Bunsen burner.

Pour the zinc into a bowl.

We all got to try
it. [ Chuckles ]

-Well, glad to hear they're
putting the money I sent them

to good use. [ Ringtone plays ]

- No phones.
- It's for bio homework.

I promised I'd call Marquita.

- All right.
- We'll wait for you.

-Hey. Just give me one second.

[ Door closes ]

-If it were me, I'd indulge
myself in one "I told you so."

-Yeah, I don't think I
could make you feel worse

than you do already.

-For what it's worth,
which I know is fuck all,

I am sorry.

-So am I.

[ Emma laughing ]
- Yeah, strong-willed.

[ Laughing ] I suppose.
- Dad!

-Well, you'd been going on
about it for like six months.

-Okay, but that's not my fault!

Their ads were on
constantly. I was brainwashed.

-Oh, okay. So, I give in, and
we pay for this Frostey Freeze.

Strawberry.
- [ Laughing ] Ohh.

- And within 30 seconds...
- No.

-Within 30 seconds, the
whole thing was gone.

Now, I presumed
that you spilled it.

- And then I puked.
- Projectile.

- [ Laughing ] Eww!
- [ Laughing ] So I...

So I-I gave the manager
20 bucks. I cleaned up a bit.

And we got back to the
car, and you told me...

9 years old...

and you sa...

-What?

I told you what?

-[ Sobs ]

-Dad.

-[ Voice breaking ] I thought
it was gonna work out.

-Oh, Dad.

I-I can see you.

We can visit.

-[ Sniffles ]

-Everything sucks right
now, but it won't suck forever.

-I should get that
tattooed somewhere.

-Dad, you just need to
find a way to get through it.

It'll be all right.

Just come home.

Dad...

Okay.

-[ Crying ]

-[ Crying ]

[ Keys jangling ]

[ Keys clatter ]

[ Wind gusting ]

♪♪

[ Birds chirping ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Jazz music plays ]

-Wow.

Why'd you have to crack it open?

-Searching for a
hidden compartment.

Standard procedure.

-Yeah, well, it was a gift.

Well, I was in it twice.

♪♪

-Feeling sentimental?

That wasn't a joke.

-You know...

Amara had some great qualities.

[ Sighs ]

End of an era.

♪♪

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Make yourself at home.

I figured there was
no point renting a place

for half a decade.

Since I'll have free lodgings,

courtesy of the U.S. taxpayer.

-Mm.

You're welcome.

-[ Chuckles ]

Ginger ale?
- Yeah, yeah.

-You ever get tired
of drinking ginger ale?

-Oh, I've...

come to hate it.

But, you know, people
get uncomfortable

if you don't have a drink.

[ Can slides ]

So, just lay it on me.

What happened with your deal?
- [ Sighs ]

Someone weighed in from
the Department of Justice.

-Yeah, that's what
my lawyer said.

They're... They're
in Washington, D.C.

Why are they bothering you?

-I've been thinking on that.

-And?

-Did you know that Laurence
Budd got the movie going again?

After the Feds shut it down.
- [ Sighs ]

-Now, who has the
power to rein in the FBI?

The Department of Justice.

-S... So you're saying that
Laurence Budd got you sent away?

-He and I had a bit of a run-in.

-Yeah? How bad of a run-in?

-Bad enough, apparently.

- That he'd have you put away?
- I'd blame him.

-Okay, well, what
are we gonna do?

- [ Sighs ]
- I'll go over there.

I'll take care of it myself.
- No, no.

-Well, we're not
gonna let it go.

-I have no intention
of letting it go.

I'm saying, for now,
we stay clear of him.

I mean, he went this far

just 'cause I tore off
one of his eyebrows.

Oh, the man has fake eyebrows.

-What the f...

[ Laughs ] Fucking...

[ Can opens ]

Hollywood, man.

I mean...

-Wait. What?

-I'm just saying, if you
don't like your eyebrows,

just deal with it, you know?

- [ Chuckles ]
- What?

- Well...
- I mean...

-No, it's a medical condition.

Did you think it
was, like, a fad?

- Well...
- [ Laughs ]

You think that, like, men
in Hollywood are going out,

getting fake eyebrows, that...

- There's crazier shit out there.
- No, there's not.

- Ye...
- That's an insane thought, Lu.

[ Laughing ] You think that...

Hollywood men are getting...

[ Both laugh ]

- [ Clears throat ]
- I'm so fucked.

And I feel bad 'cause
I-I pulled you in.

-Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I mean, the only reason
that I'm not doing time

is because of you.

All that shit I gave you, and...

[Sighs] now you're
the one going away.

It's...

-Well, you got a kid on the way.

-Wyatt.

-Wyatt?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

-I hope you do better by your
kid than I've done by mine.

-[ Scoffs ] Listen,
you've fucked up

a lot of things in your life.

Emma's not one of them.

She's amazing.

Hey.

We're gonna look
after each other.

Okay?

-Wyatt.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Buzzer ]
- Gates open.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Come on, man!

[ Shouting continues ]

-Gates closing.

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Indistinct shouting, jeering ]

[ Shouting, jeering continues ]

- How we doing?!
- What up, big man?!

-One at a time,
on the footsteps.

Let's go.
- Move along.

-Towels off.

Shake 'em out.

Drop 'em.

Tongues.

Gums.

All around.

Turn around.

Bottom of your right foot.

[ Door closes ]
- Clear.

-Bottom of your left foot.

- Clear.
- Bend over.

Spread your cheeks. Cough.

[ Men coughing ]

[ Classical music plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Thanks.

♪♪

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Can I help you?

-Uh, yeah. Uh...

I'm here to go to prison?

[ Lock engages ]
- Hey!

[ Keys jangling ]

[ Door closes ]

-[ Clears throat ]

[ Cellphone closes ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Radio beeps ]

[ Buzzer, door opens ]

[ Classical music plays ]

[ Keys jangling ]

♪♪

[ Knocking ]

♪♪

[ Toilet flushes ]

♪♪

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

-You must be Rick.

Clifford Bernhardt.
Everyone calls me Clive.

- Oh, okay.
- "Lights out" is in 10,

so I'll let you get settled.

If you're hungry, I've got
cookies my daughter made.

They're pretty good.
She uses peppermint oil.

-Yeah, thanks. Not feeling
that hungry right now.

-Well, no worries.

Change your mind,
they're in the fridge.

♪♪

Earplugs on your pillow in
case you're a light sleeper.

I've been known to snore.

-Thanks.

[ Jazz music plays ]

-Amazing what time off can do.

-Actually, I've been
busy prepping my case

against the company.

-Except you don't have a case.

-My attorney disagrees.

-Which is their job.

-I just gave the HR
department a detailed summary

of my version of the events
leading up to my suspension.

I don't think it'll
match with Emily's.

-Speaking of your
uncorroborated story...

the whole "two-way
mirror" thing...

You realize that sounds insane.

-I also had a chance
to research drywall.

Turns out every board has a
stamp of when it was made.

So the drywall in that closet

won't match the drywall
used to seal the mirror.

-Fascinating.

What do you want?

Money?

- No.
- I'd offer you back your job,

but your history of working
with convicted felons...

-I would rather drink bleach
than be your executive.

-Ah. So?

-I'm staying on
"Wylderness" as a producer,

like it says in my contract.

-You don't think that could be
awkward, us working together?

-Not if you stay out of my way.

-Anything else?

-[ Sighs ]

Actually, yeah.

[ Wrench clicking ]

♪♪

-Come on.

-[ Grunts ]

♪♪

♪♪

-We've talked a lot in here
about emotional triggers,

things that might upset us,
cause us to make bad decisions.

Triggers can be
situations, places.

Even people in our lives.

Mr. Moreweather.

Can you give us an example
of something that triggers you?

-Oh, uh, yeah. No, thank you.

I-I don't feel like
sharing right now.

-Well, passing is
discouraged in group.

Why don't you give it a try?

-Uh, well, I guess, uh...

my dad.

He can get under
my skin sometimes.

-Hm.

-Can you tell us a
little more about that?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-So, are we enjoying
our stay so far?

-Not in here. I'm not
gonna joke with you.

-Have you figured
out who's who yet?

- What?
- Latvians.

Skinheads behind me.

And Capotillo over there.

-I don't want to be
seen talking with you.

-Who runs Capotillo in here?

- Swayze.
- Swayze?

Can you point him out?

-I don't see him.

-Mmm.

Please, sir, can I
have some less?

-Can I give you some advice?

L.A. runs this whole place,

and they know
you ran with Amara.

So if you want to get
through, find some people.

Like, find a Scottish gang.

-Thanks for the insight.

-Yeah, move, move!

-Fuck you doing?!

-Eating lunch.

-Not with us, pendejo.

-I was running with
L.A. on the outside...

-Walk away.

-Fuck you looking at me for?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-'Cause I know you,
they think we're together.

- Oh, is that what happened?
- Yeah.

'Cause I was part
of your stupid movie.

Shit.

We got no one.

They're gonna
fucking take us out.

-So we need to
smooth things over.

-How?

-[ Chuckles ]

Do they call him Swayze

because he styles himself
like Patrick Swayze?

-Why?

-'Cause I think
I just found him.

♪♪

-Yeah, that's him.

♪♪

♪♪

-Like I-I could make
"Casablanca" tomorrow,

and Dad still wouldn't
say, "I'm proud of you."

I never get his approval.

And then... then I blame myself.

How fucked up is that?

Like it's my fault
his career ended.

-Ever talk to him about this?

-No.

-Okay, pretend he's
sitting where I'm sitting.

What would you like to say?

-[ Breathes deeply ]

Well, I would say, uh...

Eh...

I don't know, I don't
know. This is, uh...

-It's okay. This
is a safe space.

Tell him how you feel.

-[ Sighs ]

Dad, I-I-I-I...

I got to stop taking
on your bullshit.

You want a real father-son
relationship, okay.

Okay, I'm here.

And... And... And I love you.

But I gotta stop
trying to please you.

-That was really good. Great.

[ Applause ]

-Nice.

-Really strong share, Rick.

Please journal on that later.

-Ooh. I feel 10 pounds lighter.

[ Chuckles ]

Wow.

-We package five
kinds of souvenirs...

Snow globes, keychains,
T-shirts, mugs, and Oscars.

First, bag the item.

Line up the edges of the bag.

Hold it. Press. Release.

Break one, let the guard know.

They count 'em before we leave.

-They think we're
gonna steal these?

-Guys sharpen the Oscars.

Make 'em into a shiv.

-'Course they do.

Doesn't look anything
like a real Oscar.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I heard someone call
him "Day and Night"?

-Life without parole.

Take someone out
for a cup of ramen.

I heard Swayze has
guards on the payroll.

Actually, I heard
one of the Latvians

was talking shit about Swayze.

Got his throat cut.

Then the other Latvians,
Swayze sent them a pickle jar,

and on the inside...
Their boy's dick and balls.

- Come on.
- It's what I heard.

-Why in a pickle jar?

-That's what you want to
know... why a pickle jar?

-Well, it's just so random.

I mean, the... the dick
and balls I understand,

as a form of humiliation, but...
- Get to work.

[ Rhythmic tapping ]

[ Wind gusting ]

♪♪

♪♪

-[ Sighs ] Still a
long way to go.

-We'll get there.

♪♪

-Oh!

Eight hands in a
row, motherfuckers!

- Yeah, right. That's cold.
- Yeah.

-Oi, 10-high
straight on the river.

Well played.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
guys, but this stuff is for you.

Stamps. Only three books,
but you can share that out.

Candy bars.

Ramen. Where would
we be without ramen?

Lime chili shrimp
and chicken picante.

I haven't tried them myself,
but I hear they're tasty.

-Man, shut the fuck up!

-What do you want?

-I was hoping to,
uh, talk to Swayze.

-[ Scoffs ]

You think we're so impressed
with your noodles and candy

that we gonna bring
you right to him?

-This is just a token gesture.

I'm hoping to work out an
arrangement, moving forward,

that's gonna be
good for everybody.

-Fuck it.

I'm losing anyway.

You want to talk to Swayze, huh?

-I'd appreciate it.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Hell, no. Wait a minute.

[ Conversations continue ]

[ Door opens,
indistinct conversations ]

[ Slow music plays ]

-Oh, fuck.

-You brought that
movie to Capotillo.

You know how many of
our people got sent away?

- Hold on.
- 22.

- $30 million.
- $30 million. Damn.

-Well, they're still
making the movie.

If the Feds hadn't ruined
it for us, we'd be away.

- They bugged our office.
- You think I did that?

I've been in that office
once, and there wasn't time...

[ Grunts ]
- Fucking rat.

-[ Coughing ]

Hold on. Whoa. Hold on. Hold on.

I'm serving a
five-year sentence.

You think that
sounds like someone

who's made a deal with the Feds?
- Five years ain't shit.

-Okay, A-Amara started
a war with Capotillo.

You got arrested,
I got arrested.

And she just walks away?

You think that Amara can just
shake the Feds on her own?

Or maybe there was
some quid pro quo, huh?

Meaning...

-He knows what
the fuck that means.

[ Man whistles ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Footsteps approaching,
keys jangling ]

-[ Groans ]

[ Coughing ]

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

God, it's so good to see you.

-You look all right.

-You look a little smaller.

I think maybe
you've shrunk a bit.

How was it, getting in?

-They made one
lady totally strip.

[ Chuckles ] Freaked Mom out.

But we were okay.

Mom didn't want to come in.

Said you'd understand.

-Did you, uh [Clears throat]

You tell your friends
where you were going?

-Yeah.

Everyone's been
pretty cool about it.

Are you okay?

- Never better.
- Don't do that.

-I mean, I wish they'd
switch the entrées up

a little bit more, but...
can't have everything.

-[ Sighs ]

What do you do all day?

-[ Sighs ]

Busy. They keep us busy.

Yeah, we're, uh,
packaging souvenirs.

Little Hollywood snow globes.

They're made in Taiwan,

where apparently they
think it snows in Los Angeles.

-I read about
"Wylderness" online.

They cast Amanda Rhodes.

-The... The girl from
the Disney movies?

- Yeah.
- Why are they using her?

- I thought it was a good thing.
- No.

No, she's...

Ugh. She's all wrong.

That... That's not the movie.

-You could tell
them not to use her.

-I mean, I'm... I'm not exactly
calling the shots from in here.

-You could talk to April.

I could call her.
- That's...

-Just tell me what to
say, and I'll pass it on.

-That's a lovely idea.

I just... I don't think April
wants to hear from me just now.

Even if it does come
from a beauty like yourself.

Don't... You know
what? Tell me about you.

-I don't have
anything interesting.

-The more boring, the better.

[ Jazz music plays ]

-For a while, I thought, "I
can't raise a baby on my own."

Not and have a singing career.

But that's actually bullshit.

There are plenty of single
moms who have demanding jobs,

and they make it... Hold
on. [ Kettle whistling ]

[ Whistling stops ]
- [ Sighs ]

-[ Clears throat ]

I was saying.
- Lots of single moms.

-[ Sighs ] Right.

And that made me
think about my dad.

[ Chuckles ]

'Cause on paper,
my dad seemed okay.

But he screwed around, he
didn't talk much to me or my sister,

and then, he just left
after my mom got sick.

-Wow.

He sounds like
a real piece of...

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

-He was the worst.

That's why I dated so
many assholes in my 20s.

I'm not saying that
your criminal baggage

doesn't matter to
me, because it does.

But you are, by far, the
kindest, most caring guy

that I have ever been with.

You'll probably make
a better parent than me.

-Oh...

-Definitely better than my dad.

-Are you saying that
I can come back?

-If this shit with Amara
is really in the past...

-It is.

- then yeah.

-[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckles ]

-You lie to me again,

I will fucking kill you.

-Understood.

There's something
you need to know.

I will never leave.

-Thank you.

-No, I mean the ankle monitor.

It'll be illegal for me
to go more than 20 feet

from the apartment, so I mean...

I can't leave.

[ Jazz music plays ]

♪♪

-Come on, man!
[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Yo, do it, man!

-Good job, man. Good job, man!

- Yo, take it!
- What the fuck was that?!

-Honestly, no one was
gonna see the movie anyway.

-You never even read the script.

-Some bitch walking in
the woods, finds a boat.

-Ah. So you did read it.

-Yeah.

I was waiting for the
cannibals to fight, right?

Except it's just
some... girl talking shit.

-It's not about the cannibals.

It's about trust and hope...

and how those
fuckers can betray you.

At least it was, before they
turned it into a Disney movie.

-Why do you care?

-'Cause my fucking name's on it.

Shit!

Hey, maybe I could
get some notes to April.

-If I were you, I'd
focus on staying alive.

- Whoo!
- Ay-yi-yi!

[ Wolf-whistles ]

- Ohh!
- Whoa!

-Shit.

- Mamacita!
- Yeah, boy!

-Ooh!

- Oh!
- Whoo-whoo!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

-That's Swayze's girl.

And that's a conjugal visit.

Tough to get unless
you're connected,

but, uh, they give
you like 12 hours.

They got a playground
where you can ditch the kids,

bang one out with the wife.

-Isn't that romantic?

-Whoo! Whoo!

- Whoo!
- Oh! Yeah!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-I'm starting to think
my prison experience

isn't all it could be.

-Yeah, you can tell her
to come by my room later.

-Swayze's got lots of girls.

I like her the best.

She's on Instagram.

Shows people how
to put on makeup.

-Hm.

-You know her name?

-Natasha. Style-X.

♪♪

What's that?

-That's for not
stabbing me in my sleep.

Also, I have a buddy
I really need to call.

-Five minutes.

[ Country music plays ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

♪♪

-Darnell Talent Management.

-Hey, Lu, it's me.

-Hey, pal!

Oh, so good to hear your voice!

-Hey, listen. Can you get
to a computer real quick?

-I can, seeing as how I'm
now at Gladys' full time.

- Well, how 'bout that?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm actually starting
to get a little bit stir crazy.

-Bit of a time crunch here, Lu.

-Well... um...

So, what, you need a
recipe for prison wine?

-No. I need you to
look up the girlfriend

of a Capotillo member.

Goes by the name
of Natasha Style-X.

She does, like, makeup tutorials
on Instagram or some shite.

-Okay.

Is "Style-X" one word?

-Fuck knows.

-Oh, wait. No, here it is.

It's "Style-underscore-X"

Mm, okay. She's got a video.

-Hey, guys! Natasha here.

Today, I'm gonna show
y'all how to do a super-pretty,

natural-looking contour that's
perfect for a night at the club

or a hot date.
- Who watches this shit?

-Is there contact
details on there?

-What are we doing here?

-Okay, your client David
Oumou, he's going to insist

that Natasha does his
makeup on the movie.

-I only use Shade-Stix
by Bella Ross.

-Okay. I mean, you know,
makeup's makeup, I guess.

[ Buzzer ]

-Keep it moving.

[ Indistinct shouting
in distance ]

[ Man coughing ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-He'll kill you, man!

-Shit! Hey!

Hey!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Whistle blows ]

-Get down! Get down! Get down!

- Get down! Get down!
- Get down!

[ Alarm blaring ]
- Get down!

-Against the wall!

[ Handcuff clicking ]

-Yago!

[ Shuttlecock thudding ]

[ Thudding continues ]

-Yeah!

[ Laughing ] Oh!

-That's yours.

[ Grunts ]
- I got it.

I got it.
- That's you. That's all you.

-Oh.

- Whoo!
- [ Laughing ] Ooh!

-All right.

-Oh, there you go!

[ Buzzer, door slams ]

-You gotta get me out of here!

Come on! Come on!

[ Cell door slams ]

[ Lock engages ]

Get me out of here!

-[ Groans ]

-It's me, motherfuckers!

Come on, man!

[ Wind gusting ]

♪♪

[ Birds cawing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-Still a long way to go.

-We'll get there, Shorty.

You and me.

-How?

-Fuck if I know.

But we will.

[ Man shouting indistinctly ]

-Come on! Get
me out of this hole!

I'm starving!

This is so sick!

[ "I'm Making Believe" plays ]

[ Buzzer, door opens ]

♪♪

-♪ I'm making believe ♪

♪ That you're in my arms ♪

♪ Though I know
you're so far away ♪

♪ Making believe
I'm talking to you ♪

♪ Wish you could
hear what I say ♪

♪ And here in the gloom ♪

♪ Of my lonely room ♪

♪ We're dancing
like we used to do ♪

♪ Making believe ♪

♪ Is just another
way of dreaming ♪

♪ So till my dreams come true ♪

♪ I'll whisper, "Good night" ♪

♪ Turn out the light
and kiss my pillow ♪

♪ Making believe it's you ♪

-♪ Ah, making believe ♪

♪ Is just another
way of dreaming ♪

♪ Making believe it's you ♪

♪♪