Goliath (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - It's Donald - full transcript

♫ But you best believe, boy,
there's hell to pay ♫

♫ Yeah, you best believe, boy,
there's hell to pay, saying ♫

♫ Oh, my God,
please help me ♫

♫ Neck-deep in the river
screaming for relief ♫

♫ He says, it's mine to give
but it's yours to choose ♫

♫ You're gonna sink or swim,
you're gonna learn the truth ♫

♫ No matter what do,
you're gonna learn
the truth, saying ♫

♫ Ate the bread
that once was stones ♫

♫ Fell from a cliff,
never broke a bone ♫

♫ Bowed down to get
the kings overthrown ♫

♫ And I'm all alone
and the fire grows ♫



♫ And I'm all alone
and the fire grows ♫

Ohh.

Time to go, Donald.

You know how I feel
about travel.

I hope you find
the trip worth it.

Well, if I'm going to be
handling the case,

I think I'm entitled
to a few answers.

I'm sure you do feel entitled.

Everyone else seems to nowadays.

All right.

I can't promise you anything.

But it'll help, right?

Maybe, but I don't
want you suing me

if it doesn't work.



All right, just give me
the fucking waiver.

Here we go.

So we're clear,
my recommendation is

uvulopalatopharyngoplasty.

But it's not a cure.

You'll still have the apnea,
ablation.

It'll just open you up
a little bit.

Okay, just so you know,
you're not putting me under.

Just do whatever a dentist does.

I want to be awake
for this shit, you know?

Let me ask you something.

If a guy was talking
to you about suicide

when you were working
on him or whatever,

would you put that in your file?

Are you thinking of suicide?

Why would I think of suicide?

Have you taken a look
at yourself?

No. I'm not
committing suicide.

It's for a case
that I'm working on.

Okay. Yeah.
I'd put it in my file

along with a note saying
you should go see a shrink

and get on Zoloft.

Come on.
While we're young.

Don't give me that look,
Leonard.

This is your big chance.

Go in there and show everybody

what you're capable of.

You're not staying?

Not my department, son.

Now, lying to other lawyers?

That's your job.

You should have told me
what was going on, Wendell...

why we couldn't settle.

Hey, I shouldn't have
had to tell you.

Cooperman told you.

Just answer all
of her questions.

Collateral damage.

Dead civilians.

I saw it myself
when I served over there.

Every time we killed a kid,

we turned a hundred
of them against us.

Ryan Larson was working

to stop this sort of thing
from happening.

Turn it off, please.

Why are you showing me this?

Why do you even have this?

Do you know how bad
this would look to a jury?

That you collect
this battlefield porn?

It's R&D.

It is standard industry practice

to maintain a library
of all products in use

and negligent not to.

Ryan studied these
to help figure out

how to save innocent lives.

Really? With a new
weapons system?

The weapons are fine.

The problem is
getting them on site.

By the time we know
where the bad guys are

and get all the
necessary approvals

to fire the missiles,

the bad guys have
left the building.

Justice delayed.

Exactly.
And Ryan was developing

a new fuel system
to cut down delay,

get the bombs there faster.

So he was testing
military grade fuel

on the boat.

That's what you're telling me?

Because if that's true,
you're fucked.

Open sea testing is illegal.

He was not doing tests.

The only reason
he was out there was suicide.

Work stress, marriage issues.

The man was unstable,

and he used the fuel he was
testing to kill himself.

Then why not tell McBride
and the widow all this?

We never got federal approval

to test the fuel.

The Pentagon
has been hammering us

to fix the delay issue,

but if we followed their rules,

it would take us ten years
before we got to market.

And by then we might have
lost the contract.

Better to beg for forgiveness

than ask for commission.

We're DOD contractors.

By law we're required

to report all legal
settlements to the Pentagon,

which means admitting
we broke the law.

They would shut down
our fuel research,

or the Department
of Energy would.

So why the fuck were you
trying to settle in chambers?

As all this happened
before I started here,

I didn't know anything

about what Ryan was working on

until today.

You're general counsel.

Leonard didn't need to know

because I knew.

Maybe next time,

you'll heed my advice.

Talk about sandbagged.

I almost felt sorry for him.

Don't.

Corporations
keep general counsels

in order to have
someone to blame

if things go badly.

Leonard is a highly
paid scapegoat.

Are you satisfied?

Have all your questions
been answered,

all your doubts assuaged?

Don't get mad at me

for wanting to know
the facts of my own case.

That's my job.
It's why you pay me.

Doesn't answer my question.

I'm not sure.

As you said, it's not unusual

for big corporations
to keep things
from their lawyers.

Obviously, Leonard was upset...

humiliated.

So I guess I'm
partially satisfied.

Partially.

Come home with me.

I want to fuck you.

I think I'm entitled.

You're not entitled to shit.

You never were.

Oh, good.

Good. Smoking after
surgery. That's smart.

I didn't have the surgery.

He cranked up
that fucking machine

and scared the shit out of me,

- and I chickened out.
- Whatever.

I got the...
I got the prosecutor

to knock down your DUI

to a misdemeanor
and impaired driving.

And, uh, and they're
going to drop

the resisting arrest, too, so...

I'm not going to plead guilty.

Yes, you are, man.

I'm done.

You want to risk going to jail

to prove something
that you can't ever prove.

And then what?

What, you're going to leave me

holding a big bag of shit
from the Larson case?

I said I'm not fucking
pleading guilty.

I already told you
that before, okay?

- Okay.
- God damn it.

What the fuck?

You do one good thing.

You get us past summary
judgment,

and you convince the judge
that we have a case.

And that's great.

But then you turn around,

and you immediately fuck it up.

I mean, what is that?
Why? Why do you do that?

Could we please fucking go?

Could you start the fucking car?

$500,000!

Do you know
how much money that is?

Do you understand that?

And you turn it down

without even asking the client,

without even asking me.

It's my case.

I brought you on to settle this,

not to drag it out for
some personal agenda.

And for what?

You want to what, prove
something to Cooperman?

You want to prove
something to yourself.

It doesn't matter!

Nobody cares!

And it doesn't fucking matter

because, at the end of the day,

they're big and we're little.

And they're going to kill us,

and I am terrified.

I am terrified,
do you understand that?

How did you know
I needed you tonight?

Are you a fucking psychic?

A little cold out tonight, baby?

All right. Come on.

Just don't make a habit
out of it, though.

She was due in court
at that time...

- Ahem.
- Let me check.

She does have an opening in...

What the fuck?

Callie.

Sorry. Donald asked us
to make sure

- that the discovery...
- Donald?

You're on a first name basis
with Mr. Cooperman now?

No.

Fuck off.

Sorry.

I don't know who
you think you are,

but you don't come in my
office without my permission.

But there's a discovery hearing

- later this afternoon, and...
- Get out.

A lot of...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to overstep my bounds.

I just...

- Get out!
- Sorry.

Donald Cooperman's office.

Let me speak to Donald.

He's not in.

Fuck you. He's always in.

Put him on, Nicole.

He's not in.

Therefore, I must by law

allow this lawsuit to proceed.

Mr. McBride
has filed for

a number of discovery requests

and moved for an expedited
discovery schedule.

Well, obviously,
we'll need a few months

to comply with those requests.

No, you don't.

A client like Borns Tech

has most files online already.

We don't, actually.

And the ones that aren't
are in a warehouse.

But that's okay.

They got a system.

I know.
I designed it.

They put the files
on a plane to India,

where they got
a bunch of guys...

or kids, for all I know...

scanning each piece of paper

through hundreds of machines

24 hours a day
seven days a week.

What used to take about
two years for discovery

takes them about a week now.

They can scan millions
of documents in a few seconds.

We can't do that.

We don't have the people
or the computers

or their algorithms.

We got sweat labor.

Fine. We'll agree

to the expedited
discovery process.

We don't want this case delayed.

We'll deliver the discovery
to them next week.

In return,
I ask that Mr. McBride

names his anonymous
whistle blower

so that we can
investigate who it is

and schedule his deposition.

- No.
- Excuse me?

Well, since our initial client
Rachel Kennedy was killed,

we're afraid
that our witnesses
may be in danger.

Objection.
It is slander to suggest

that a corporation
such as Borns Technology

could have been involved
in Rachel Kennedy's death,

and I ask that Mr. McBride
be sanctioned.

By the way, allegations
in court are not slander.

Say them outside
the courtroom,
and they will be.

And we will not hesitate to sue.

- Ohh.
- Okay.

Mr. McBride,
you got a choice:

to name all your eyewitnesses

or back up your
allegations of danger.

Fine, as long as
the court's on notice

and they're on notice
not to do anything
to our people.

Notice of what?

What... What exactly
is he implying?

Or doesn't he have
the balls to say it?

Hoo hoo hoo!

Hey. Hey, you.

Sit down.

Now.

You want to explain that?

I just thought that
Mr. McBride was out of...

Was out of line
and that I should
call him on it.

You back-doored me
to Cooperman.

N-No.

Not... It's...

Spit it out.

Fine. He emailed me
last night,

and he told me...

that if Mr. McBride

brought up Rachel Kennedy,
I should hit back with...

He told you to speak?

Really?

Yeah.

He did.

I'm sorry. Didn't you
get the email, too?

Huh.

That's odd, isn't it?

So other than
the Charger tickets,

did you guys have anything
else planned to do?

Everything.

ComicCon, fishing,

he was teaching me to play golf.

He ever seem depressed to you?

No.

Honey...

No. I'm sorry,
Mrs. Larson.

You can be here,
but you can't really talk.

I'm sorry. That's...

Dad wasn't depressed
with me, Mom.

You guys fought,
but Dad and I were fine.

In fact, most of the time,
he was really happy.

Did he ever talk
about his work with you?

Not much. Just that...

he didn't like
the project he was on.

Did he say why?

Just that, whatever it was,
it was taking too long.

That's enough for today.

Come on. Come in.

Come inside.

I'm sure Rachel
never mentioned it,

but I found this in
Ryan's desk after he died.

Go ahead. You can...

You can read it.

That's my husband's
suicide note.

Fuck me.

This is going to bury us.

Not necessarily.

Look, she found the letter
after he died.

If she'd found it
before he died,

then he could have
just come across

as a guy who's
pissed off about work

and he's blowing off steam,

not like some guy who's
going to blow himself up.

Sometimes people want
to cover their ass.

They want to get
something in the file

that says that they're against

whatever bad shit
the company's up to.

Well, in any case, we're
going to have to prove

that this isn't
a suicide letter.

Oh, I got some leads on that.

You did well at the hearing.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

I was starting to think
you'd lost faith in me

for some reason.

Why would you think that?

I don't know.

Free-floating anxiety.

It wasn't because I reached out
to Lucy Kittridge, was it?

Why did you?

She's aggressive,

hungry, young.

All things you... used to be.

There's no need
to test me, Donald.

You're right.

You're still hungry
and aggressive.

Experience has made you wise.

And curious.

I hope that it has.

You're so curious
about Ryan Larson

that you made me
watch Leonard Letts'
dog and pony show.

The young are not wise enough

to be curious,

- ask questions.
- Mm.

Is that the reason for Lucy?

You want someone
you can keep in the dark?

I do like the dark.

Billy will turn this
into David and Goliath.

Solo practitioner
fighting for justice

against the big giant law firm
and a weapons manufacturer.

Lucy is an innocent little girl.

A small, delicate little flower.

Lucy Kittridge
is now first chair

on the Borns Tech case.

You cannot be serious.

She's a kid.

Fuck.

How long is this going to take?

Go ahead. Go ahead.
Ask me another question.

All right, Ned.
Tell me again

what exactly did Ryan Larson do?

I already told you
I didn't know him very well,

although I did know
that Ryan's team worked

in an entirely
different department

and that they were...
smart but not super-smart.

They all wanted to be
rocket men like me,

but they didn't have it.

Hmm. It?

I'm not sure
that you'd understand.

An engineering pedigree.

- Mm.
- Strong math background,

creator gene,
and something that's...

ineffable...

you know, bigness,
courage, and clarity.

Genius.

And you had it?

I was the smartest engineer
in that entire place.

That's why I worked
the ballistic missile team.

And Ryan worked on bombs?

Munitions.

I don't know how many times
I have to tell you

we don't call them bombs.

Motherfucker,
you called them bombs

the first time that we met you.

What did he say?

What did you say?
Rocket ass-bombs?

- I don't...
- I never said that.

Okay, Ned, you cannot lie.

I don't lie. I never lie.

And you can't snap at people

during the deposition.

If I'm annoyed,
I'm going to let them know.

No, you're not. You're
going to answer politely

and calmly.

This... This...
Right here, this...

this is highly unethical.

- What is?
- You telling me what to think,

making me say things.

Nobody is making you
say or do anything.

This... This is boring.

This is boring.
I am bored.

- Ned...
- I am bored.

- Please.
- This is boring.

- This is boring.
- Please,

we're just trying to prepare you

for a deposition.
Okay?

I want a third of whatever
you're getting.

What?

This is turning out
to be a lot more work

and... and inconvenience
than I had originally expected,

so I want to be
compensated financially.

Okay, we can't do that
because if we did that,

you'd have no credibility
with the jury.

- Fine.
- Also, it is illegal.

So...

You're a fucking bitch.

Okay, I mean, I can't...

All right, Ned, listen.

Listen.

Let me explain something
to you, buddy.

If you talk to her
that way again,

I'll beat your fucking ass
right here in your own house.

- She was...
- I don't care what she said.

- I have...
- Listen to me.

Ned. Don't make me
beat your ass.

All right now.

This plastic shit here.

Now, Marquez' boys say
it rained down on their boat

right after the explosion.

I want you to tell me

exactly what this stuff is

and exactly what its use is.

It's ignition casing

for a highly classified
experimental fuel system

for drones to deliver
massive munitions.

Ah, but you said

that Ryan Larson didn't
have what it takes

to work on missiles.

Drones are not missiles,
you stupid fucking bitch.

- I'm done.
- They're toys.

Anything that she can
buy at Wal-mart

doesn't count as a missile.

Ned, what did I just get
through saying to you?

I'm sorry, but she asks
stupid questions, and...

Ned, she's asking you
the same stupid questions

that they're going to ask you.

Don't you get the point here?

She's just doing her job,
that's all.

Yeah.

Now...

tell me about it.

Ryan's team worked
on a fuel system

for Borns Tech.

It's a very unstable,

very dangerous fuel,

the use of which...
the testing of which

is banned by U.S.
and international law.

Can you test it on the ocean?

Legally?

You can't test it at all.

She's 26 years old.

First chair. He's got
to be fucking kidding me.

- It's ridiculous.
- Cooperman has lost it.

I mean, he was never
right to begin with,

but now he's insane.

Okay.

Please explain to me

what happened on the boat.

Uh, you don't want to know.

No, actually, I do want to know.

If Donald's being this crazy,

I want to know why.
I'm a partner.

We all have financial
stakes in this, so...

Ah.

You're afraid
I'm going to tell Billy.

That's incredibly insulting.

Well, you still love him,

even though he's always
been a shit to you.

Oh ho ho ho.

I'm civil to him for
the sake of our daughter.

Really? How's that going?

Because last I heard,
she couldn't stand

to be in the same room as you.

Why would you say
something like that?

Sorry.

We should have
left here years ago

and started our firm.

- We still could.
- Stop it. You know what?

You always bring this up

whenever you're
being a shit to me.

We're never
starting our own firm.

Well, if you do
still care about him,

you should tell him
to drop the case.

- Bounced? Really?
- Yes, ma'am.

Can you give me a week?

Mm, no.

Three days?

Can't do it.

One day.

Sorry.

Hello?

Aw, shit.

- Miss Gold?
- Mm-hmm.

These gentlemen
will help you move.

Mm.

Come on in.

Perfect timing.

- What's going on?
- Let's go.

Good trip?

All I want to hear from you

is we're all going to get
this shit out of here.

Any issues?

No. Everything
went real smooth.

Put the shit
in the hull insulation.

When?

Soon.

What did I tell you
about keeping this quiet?

I didn't tell nobody.

What about your lawyer?

He's not our fucking lawyer.

You called him.

You went to his office.

I told you, we're witnesses

in this bullshit insurance case.

Hold on.

How do you know
we talked to him? Hmm?

You following us?

You bugging our phones,
you fuck?

It's like anything else.

You got to know
who's on your team.

I like to keep a tab
on my partners.

Don't you?

No. All I want to know

is when we're going to get
this shit off my boat.

Soon.

Very soon.

Lead counsel?

I started three months
before you.

I... It's just
for this one case.

For our biggest client.

Exactly, which is why
I need your help.

Mr. Cooperman asked me

to prepare all
the discovery responses.

For real? I... Are you
sure about this?

Do you want to read
the emails again?

Please, can we get started?

There is so much work to do.

I can't.

I have work conflicts.

Yeah. I'm booked up,
too. Sorry.

Wait. What?
I need your help.

Okay?

What is the issue?

Oh.

You guys are afraid
of alienating Callie.

I'll tell Mr. Cooperman
you weren't being helpful.

Oh, you and Cooperman
talk a lot?

In person?

You haven't even met him.

I'm in contact.

If you don't help me,

I'll make sure you pay for it.

- Ha ha.
- You think I'm
fucking kidding?

This is...

This is my career here.

Fuck you, Lucy.

How can I help?

Thank you.

Just make sure
Mr. Cooperman knows.

Start there.

Oh, you're here?

Damn it.

I love you, too.

I was going
to bring a friend up.

You can't afford your own room?

What are you, broke?

A little bit, yeah.

So you we're
going to use my room?

Your office.

What...

I thought you'd be out.

Come on. I don't do it
that often.

Yeah, but, honey, my office?

Seriously, what kind of
freaky shit you got planned?

No, we... He enjoys the whole
office scenario, all right?

He's like... He's
like a CEO up north...

uh, Silicon Valley.

- Hi tech.
- Bullshit.

Are you using again?

No.

Are you using again?

No.

No.

Make it the last time, okay?

Thank you.

We're representing a kid now.

We got to maintain
some standards.

- All right.
- And by the way,

you're depressed.

I'm fine.

No.

You're really fucking depressed.

Uh, Father?

- Yes.
- Is that puke?

How may I help you?

I don't want to bother you.

I was just wondering
if maybe you, uh,

had a minute to talk to me.

Yes. Of course.

Great.

- Now?
- Yeah.

Right this way.

You have to clean
this whole place?

Sometimes. No,
we usually have help.

Really?

Everyone takes Sunday off.

And I'd love
to take the day also...

- Uh-huh.
- You know.

- You understand.
- Yeah, of course.

I have done so many things
for money, Father.

I've done things
I can't even say out loud.

I can't even look
at myself anymore.

I thought being here
would help, but...

I hurt all the time.

I don't think
I can do it anymore.

Do what?

Live.

I want to die, Father.

Last night I tried
to kill myself.

Best...

understand you are not alone.

You and I, we will
get you through this,

together with God.

But I've already prayed so much.

Yes.

But sometimes even
our prayers are not enough.

God has given us
signs and resources

to help us.

- You have an email address?
- Yes.

I will make
an appointment for you

with Dr. James Wallace.

After Dr. Wallace sees you,

he'll prescribe medicine
and work with you.

In the meantime,
I can forward you a list

of some excellent websites
and support groups

that have done wonderful work

with people in your
same situation.

Believe me...

God's plan
is not for you to die.

He loves you enough
to forgive anything.

I am here for you
24 hours a day.

Don't hesitate to call.

What in the...

What in the shit is going on?

What in the shit is this?

You said it would all
be on a thumb drive.

Well, they decided
to cornhole us

and give us all the paper.

Oh, great. Okay.

I got a storage locker
out in the Valley.

I got to go to the old
house and get the key.

So I'll check you guys later.

You got to get that shit
upstairs, okay?

I mean, I can get the key.

Billy, I can...
I can get the key.

To the locker. Fuck.

All right.

Hey, eye on
the prize, all right?

Fuck my life.

Oh, my God.

I mean, look at this place.

How does this even
happen to a person?

A little booze, a little weed.

What really happened to Billy

was Sonny Wayne Bender.

Who?

Billy had never done
a murder case.

- Uh-huh.
- It was on his bucket list.

He did too good of a job.

Got the case dismissed
pre-trial.

Bad search. Never even
got close to a jury.

Thing is,
about a year or so later,

Bender took out an entire
family during a home invasion.

What?

Including three little kids.

Ohh.

How did I not know this?

Thanks to Donald Cooperman.

Since Billy got the case
dismissed pre-trial,

nobody knew he was involved.

All right?
Cooperman made sure of it.

He didn't want the publicity
for the firm.

Not exactly a plus
for corporate clients.

So Billy blames himself.

His drinking got a lot worse.

Michelle left,

and that's
when the bottom fell out.

Cooperman broomed him
after he went to shit.

Huh.

So wait. So then how
did you and Billy hook up?

What? Did he represent you
or something, or...

Story time's over, bitch.

This is bullshit.

I'm gonna leave.

They're not coming tonight.

No. He said wait.

I don't give a shit.

The guy's a fucking ghost.

I don't like him.

I want this shit off my boat

tomorrow at the latest.
You tell him.

Why are you being like this?

All right, this is a good thing.

We just have to wait.

Gabriel, this is fucked up.

I got to drive up
to El Monte by 10 or...

You hear that?

What the fuck was that?

Hang on.

Get against the wall!

Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!

I don't fucking know him.

...for our subjects
in custody.

It's me again. Where the hell
are you anyway?

Denise is not home,

and I got to get the key
to the storage locker.

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna check the back door.

Everything else was locked up.

If the back door's locked,

I'm gonna stick around
a little bit.

Call me back, okay?

Mmm.

Denise? Get your ass
out here right now.

And bring that little
prick with you. Now!

- What the fuck?
- What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

What does it look
like I'm doing?

I've been calling you.
Where's Denise?

I got to get my key,
the storage key.

I've been calling you.

I've called you
a million fucking times.

I need to get my key.

Oh, my fucking God.

Jesus Christ. Wow.

Ohh!

Motherfucker.

Tough day?

Yeah, a little bit.

Um...

we're all still up there
moving boxes,

and we can use
a little bit of help.

Yeah, well, I'm down here.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Just sitting here.

Okay.

Where do you want us
to put the shit upstairs?

I don't know. Find a place.
I got to see a guy.

Okay, Billy.

Father.

I figure you came to my place,

so I thought I'd come see yours.

I have nothing to say
to you, Mr. McBride.

Now please leave,
or I'll have you arrested.

You know, I've looked into
a lot of eyeballs in my time.

I read them pretty well.

And when I look into yours,
I see something.

You have information
on Ryan Larson,

and if you don't start talking,

not only will I
call your bishop,

but I'll make things
a mess for you...

I know absolutely nothing

about what happened
on that boat.

Neither do I.

That's what I'm
trying to find out.

What I want to know from you
is was he suicidal.

Did he appear to you
to be suicidal?

- I warned you.
- I'm not asking...

You're not to be
fooled by the collar.

Did you not take me
seriously, Mr. McBride?

I don't think
you take me seriously.

- Get out.
- I just...

- Get...
- Take your hand off me.

- Get out!
- Damn it.

Get out!

And don't you ever come back!

Yeah, you're a big man.

You can probably
beat me to death

if you wanted to.
I get that.

But I got other ways
of whipping people's
asses, too,

and you might not like it.

Just one more thing,

and I'll get out
of here, all right?

If Ryan Larson was suicidal,

you would have done
something about it.

You would have hooked him up

with some kind of
health professional

or some kind of group, a shrink,

some kind of doctor...

maybe Dr. Wallace.
I hear he's good.

And at the very least,

you would have
treated him the same

as you would some common hooker

who walked in here
off the street.

I will search
Ryan Larson's computer.

And I will get a court
order to search yours.

You can believe that.

All I'm asking for
is your humble opinion.

The truth's big
to you, I'm sure.

I understand the position
you're in. I really do.

But there's a kid who doesn't
have a father anymore.

I just want you to tell me
what you think, Father.

Do you think he was suicidal?

Do you think
Ryan Larson's suicidal?

- That's all...
- No.

He was not.

I'm late for a meeting.
I got to go.

You don't return calls.
That's not like you.

Not having any regrets, are you?

I don't have anything to regret.

No. You don't.

Your ex-husband needs
to learn some boundaries.

You need to learn
some boundaries.

He's invasive.

Shouldn't be
stalking you like that.

Oh, please.
He's not a stalker.

He's a schmuck.

He was just looking
for Denise or something.

Thank God she was
on a school trip.

The look on his face
was priceless.

You really enjoyed that,
didn't you?

Yeah. I did.

I take my pleasure
where I can get it,

particularly after having
to deal with him in court.

Please stop. I don't want
to hear one more thing

about the Borns Tech case,
nothing about Billy,

nothing, got it?

- Good.
- Good.

Hey.

You and I, we're okay, right?

Yeah. We're the same
as always.

I wish you were a nicer person.

I wish everybody
in my life was nicer.

I am very nice to you.

You're so bad.

Raah!

Let me get more.
That's perfect.

Okay. Thank you.

Watch out.

Don't get stabbed.

♫ March, march ♫

♫ March you all
to your deaths ♫

Here you go.

♫ March, march ♫

♫ March you all to Vietnam ♫

♫ Vietnam, waah! ♫

Hey, Patty.

Hey, Patty.

Hey.

Hi.

How you doing?

Do you live here?

Oh, God, no. This is
my in-laws' house.

It's my ex-in-laws' house

on my... on my second
husband's side.

What's up?

Sis, you all right?

Yeah, Milos, I'm fine, yeah.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Hey, how you doing?
I'm Billy McBride.

Milos.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah.

Hey, listen, stick around.

We got some boxes to move later.

You can probably
help us with that.

I'm fine. Thank you.

That's scary.

He's sweet, though.
He's a sweet kid, yeah.

- Doesn't look sweet.
- He doesn't know
his own strength.

It's a problem sometimes.

What is he, your cousin
or something?

What's his deal?

Uh, cousin-ish...
ex-cousin-ish.

So that's kind of
what I wanted to hear.

Hey, Milos.

What are you doing?

How'd you like a job?

Ohh.

Hello!

Ohh.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Fuck.

Lucy, what a delight
to finally meet you.

Mr. Cooperman.

Please, it's Donald.

You stinker!

Resynced and corrections
by Dan4Jem, XII.MMXVI