Hunters (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - While Visions of Safta Danced in His Head - full transcript

- Spare some change?
- I know, man, I know.

I believe in God
the Father Almighty,

maker of heaven and Earth.

And in Jesus Christ,
His only son, our Lord.

Who was conceived by the Holy
Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary,

s-suffered under P...

Was crucified,
died and was buried.

He descended into hell.

The third day
He rose again from the dead.

He ascended into heaven,

and sitteth on the right hand
of God the Father Almighty.



From thence he shall come to
judge the living and the dead...

If you keep on this path,

you will hear it, too,

forever,
a ringing in your ears.

Elie Wiesel wrote,

"Never shall I forget
that night...

"the first night in the camp,

which has turned my life
into one long night."

Everybody off!

I didn't know
what that meant then.

I didn't know the lengths
to which we'd be robbed

of our belongings,
of our dignity.

Of our families.

Never considered
the uniform they gave us



would be a trade
for the lives we'd lost.

Or that the shears the woman
used to cut our hair

were meant to erase any trace
of who we were.

Come on! Move it!

Or that the man
who saved my life, Meyer,

the man who I was now
in love with...

...would inscribe the tattoo

that signified
my life was gone.

Gdansk. You know it?

My father used to take me there
when I was a kid.

Not the prettiest city.

Beaten town, weathered
architecture.

But for ten minutes a day
when the sun is setting,

it's the most beautiful sight
you've ever seen.

I'm going to take you there
someday.

And you'll forget this.

It won't look the same.

Meyer wanted me to fight.

For that sunset.

For another day.

But I didn't know if I had that
kind of fight inside of me.

I had never seen
such darkness before.

There are 74 Nazis on that wall.

We only tracked down 23
to the United States.

But a coded broadcast suggests
there are many more.

Not to mention bloody plotting
and coordination

on a scale
we have yet to fathom.

Hmm.

What are you doing?
No, come on, Mindy.

Not now.

- Not now.
- "Not now, Mindy," he says.

He's all Barney Badass
till Dr. Finkelstein

has his elbow up in his tuchus.

All right. So we
have to find out what instructions

this record producer
was sending out,

and if there's, if there's
something hidden in a song,

you can be damn sure
that Mindy and I

are gonna find out what it is.

Never underestimate what
a man's rubbish will tell you.

Sister, reach out
to your contacts at MI6,

do a deep dive on Holstedder.

- Contacts, finances.
- Okay, you happy now?

- Yes.
- Nice work.

Ha. Thank you.

Men are like floor tiles.

You lay them right
the first time,

you can walk all over them
for the rest of your life.

Please, just go.

Don't even think we're
going to the child to crack that message.

Look, I'm not going
to say I told you so,

but I bloody told you so.

The kid wasn't ready. Mm-mm.

He's part of the reason
why half this fucking squad

are still at Holstedder's house
cleaning up his bloody mess.

He's got no one else
in this world.

Well, then hire him
a fucking nanny.

You care about him
like you cared for her,

and that is a liability,
Meyer.

He cannot replace her.

I know that.

No one can.

Yeah.

I...

O...

N.

Yeah, N...

This is boring.

I'm so bored!

Did you eat paint chips
as a kid?

Oh, yeah, 'cause
you're a real fucking clean bill

of mental health.

Remind me to talk to Meyer

about a more limited role
in the surveillance.

Oh, so that it feels more
like your acting career?

They don't just give out
Tony Awards to anyone, Joseph.

Meyer told us to watch the house
till morning.

You bitching about it
ain't gonna change that.

Um... guys.

Those curtains just moved.

There's someone
inside that house.

You sure you saw something,

or is that just the Quaaludes
talking?

I've been clean for months,
and it wasn't Quaaludes.

It was blow, and blow doesn't
make you see things.

It makes you stay up all night
and occasionally shit your pants

if it's laced with laxatives,
but I know what I fucking saw.

Where the hell is the body?

Doesn't look like
anyone's in the house.

Well, somebody had
to clean all this up.

Where the fuck are they now?

And how'd they get past us?

We were out there all night.

Even the fucking bullet hole
is gone.

Roxy.

Hey!

- It's all right.
- No!

- It's steel, you dumb fuck!
- I'm sorry!

Told you I saw someone.

And I need you to reach out
to local precincts

about any suspicious deaths

involving victims
over the age of 50,

particularly anyone flagged
as a war refugee.

Okay. And-and, Ron,

Grimsby's on
a "need to know" basis

and he don't need to know yet.

Grimsby is on
a "need to know" basis?

You quit working for the FBI
when I wasn't looking?

Well, just can't take it to him
on a hunch.

Guy second-guesses
my every move as it is.

It would be a whole lot
easier at work

if I had a penis
and a white man's combover.

Well, it's a whole lot easier
at home that you don't.

By the way, your mom called
while you were in Florida.

Don't worry,
I let the machine pick it up.

She's doing fine. Her labs
came back great yesterday.

You know, actually, I was
just thinking about Sommers.

That brother still hasn't
returned my calls.

I called him at home and
at work, and now his captain's

saying he's suddenly taking
"personal time"

for his wife's pregnancy.

- So? There it is.
- No, the thing is, he never

told me anything about
personal time. You know?

And now he's dodging my calls.

It just seems like
he could've told me.

Well, do you tell everyone
at work exactly who you are?

They tried
to eradicate our beliefs,

to strip us of our... dignity,

of our legacy.

But...

make no mistake,

the persecution we suffered

is a thing of the past.

They underestimated us once,

but it won't happen again.

For we will strike them
in their slumber,

in their homes,

in their places of worship.

Because...

...you are the legacy
of our forefathers.

You are Darwin's offspring.

And your seed will live on.

Hi. You've
reached Ruth and Jonah.

We're not in right now,

but please leave a message
after the beep.

Hello, Jonah dear.

It's Mindy and Murray.

Give us a call if you want.

We're here for you.

Hey, Jonah. It's Carol.

Look, I'm worried about you.

You okay?

Call me.

Reminds me of my son.

You could sound the shofar
in his bedroom,

he wouldn't, uh, wake up.

Uh, yeah, who are you?

I'm Levi Liebstein.

I am...

I was, uh...

a-a good friend of your safta's.

Also, from time to time,
I advised her on legal matters.

I tried talking to you at shiva,
but I...

I'm sorry, what legal matters?

Ah.

Her last will and testament.

Could we talk inside?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Come on in.

It's just...

- Thank you.
- Yeah, of course.

- - What
the fuck you doing here, man?

Well, I mean, I was trying
to sleep here all night,

until Emphysema Eddie showed up.

All night?
You could've gotten killed.

You didn't answer the door.

I was worried, all right?

Bite me for caring.

I suppose that we should get
down to business.

Uh, your grandmother's estate.

Estate?

I thought Jonah was balls poor.

Ah. Yeah, sadly,

your friend's assessment
is correct.

But...

she did leave you this.

The German government
was forced to pay

some of the survivors

for war crimes.

Wow. A whole $600.

Check that out.

How generous of 'em.

How come she didn't cash it?

Oh. Oh, my.

She wanted you to have it.

There is a-a story about her

that is, uh, rather legendary
from the camps.

It preceded her
everywhere she went.

It was a night like any other,
I suppose.

Your safta had waited until
nightfall to use the bathroom,

but it was dangerous.

As she walked outside,

she saw three women

whispering in the yard,

when she heard...

No talking!

A young girl
was walking ahead of her,

not paying attention.

What are you looking at?

The young girl froze.

What are you doing out here?

As the guard approached her,

gun raised,

Ruth stepped in

between them,

allowing the young girl
to escape.

Ruth knew

that she would meet her fate
for this.

So...

she pushed her head

into the gun.

A small act of defiance.

But he didn't shoot her.

Uh,

Ruth never learned why.

But she saved that girl's life.

You were in the camps with her.

Mm. No.

My wife was.

My wife was the girl she saved.

Mm, talk about balls.

We call it chutzpah, but yes.

Oh.

Your grandmother spoke of you
a lot, Jonah.

She said that...

you were a lot like her

but you just didn't know it yet.

So, how did the shiksa
get inside?

No clue. We were watching
the house all night.

Much to my dismay.

What I don't get is,
why go through the trouble

of cleaning up the guy's body

when they could've just called
the cops on us?

It's simple.

The Nazis had a bigger stake

in protecting their secret
than in exposing ours.

The question is,
what secret are they protecting?

The answer is,
we get back to work.

Track down
these Jerry motherfuckers

- and then kill 'em.
- Back to work?

Meyer, this is Bananagrams.

They could be onto us.

I mean, i-if this woman
is proof of anything...

Then we find them
before they find us.

Hey there, America.

Lonny Flash here
alongside Yolanda,

presenting you
with a little knowledge

on this beautiful afternoon.

Who's ready for some knowledge?

Our segment is entitled

How to Find a Nazi,

useful tips
on identifying Hitler's finest

in everyday life.

Ready, Lonny?

Ready, Yolanda.

Number one...
now, this is an easy one...

if your neighbor waves hello

with his arm
in a perfect 45-degree angle

and invites you over to see
his new walk-in oven

he's been building
in his garage,

you might want
to take a rain check.

That could mean
you've got a Nazi next door.

Yolanda? Number two.

White people.

Good tip, Yolanda.

Three, if your classmate
is drawing a swastika

on a notebook or a friend,

chances are this classmate
may be a fan of Hitler.

Yolanda, four?

White people.

Um, Yolanda,
not all white people are Nazis.

But, um, Lonny,

all Nazis are white people.

Okay, that about sums it up.

Now, it's not always easy.
But who knows?

These helpful tips could help
save your life one day.

Right, Yolanda?

Right, Lonny Flash!

Oi, guys, load it up.

How do you like the new space?

It's perfect.

Excellent.

Let me give you some change.

One second.

Enjoy.

Hey, Booty.

Uh, can you give me a minute?

Maybe, uh, grab some sodas?

Yeah. Ask and ye shall receive,
buddy.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to check on you.

You took off last night
like a bat out of hell.

Yeah, I can't stomach torture
like the rest of you guys.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

"Hold no man responsible

for what he says in his grief."

That's from the Talmud.

If only it said,
"Hold no man responsible

for what he does in his grief."

Mm.

You regret what happened
to Heinz Richter?

- No.
- No?

No, I don't.

I don't. I...

regret that I wasn't
the one who...

gutted the fucker. But...

But Holstedder was different,
right?

Hmm?

It was different
when it was about her.

You think Holstedder's
got nothing to do with her?

With you?

So that you shouldn't have been
a part of what happened to him.

Is that what you're thinking?

I understand
why you'd think that.

The only thing you know
about the Holocaust

is what you read
in your history books.

But we lived it.

We survived it.

We all knew a Holstedder.

What we're trying to ensure

is that we don't know
a Holstedder again.

I owe my life
to your grandmother.

My single biggest regret was...

that I couldn't protect her.

Well, I owe it to her

to protect you.

If you want to protect me,

I think you
should just let me go.

Please.

Hey.

- Who was that guy?
- That's...

just a friend
of my grandma's. Thanks.

- Yeah.
- Uh, hey, can you do me a favor?

If anybody else comes in here
asking for me,

can you, uh...

just tell them
that I don't work here anymore?

It... I'm...

all stocked up on visits from
the Jewish geriatric parade.

Yeah, I gotcha, man.

You know what? Call Cheeks.

Yeah, and tell him to meet us
at Coney Island.

And-and bring weed.

A fuck ton...

- of weed.
- All right.

Ah...

Got a message on the service.

Is there a problem?

Uh, y-you tell me.

The Colonel told me
to sit tight,

and it's been crickets
ever since.

What do you want me to do
about it?

If she thinks
I spent the last year

suckling the president's teat

to ride the pine
when we're on the goal line...

When you start out
in this game,

she makes you feel
like you're...

indispensable, right?

Until you're not.

Like Klaus Reinhart.

I thought Klaus killed himself.

Now you know why.

Better death by his own hand
than hers.

Look...

I'm thinking we
can help each other out here.

Quid pro quo.

Yeah.

That's not what I do.

What the hell is that?

"What the hell is that?"

It's a sewing machine.

It's a joint, motherfucker.
Smoke it.

Man, that's some homemade,
grade A apology shit.

Apology? For what?

For leaving you hanging
with the Hell Devils.

Your crazy ass
could've gotten smoked, man.

We should have gone with you.

- We're sorry.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Okay.

Forget about it.

Just want to put that
in the rearview, okay?

Say no more.

That's what they look for, anyway.

You're shitting me. Robin?

- No one wants to be Robin.
- I can't feel my ears, dude.

You're fucking crazy, man.

Look, Robin had it made.

He-he got to ride
Batman's coattails.

- He got to hang with his honeys.
- Absolutely.

He even got Batman to get
revenge for his parents' death.

Didn't even have
to get his hands dirty.

Yeah, I think Robin deserves
the blue ribbon prize

for being the Most Needed
Superhero of All Time.

More like Most Disposable
Superhero of All Time.

No, okay, hear me out.

Batman, he was dark as fuck

- in his heart, right?
- Uh-huh.

But he still needed
to save the world and shit.

And without Robin,

he would've went
to the dark side forever,

and we'd all been fucked.

Which is something
I can relate to, is all.

Relate to what?

Just trying to steer somebody
clear from their dark side.

You know what you can relate to?

What?

You can relate to any superhero
with a massive vagina.

All right, whatever.

There ain't nothing wrong
with wanting to stay alive.

Well, hello, Ron.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- Eh, almost didn't make it.

Grimsby's up my ass
about a case again.

- Ah.
- I got to admit,

when you reached out to me about
running a check on snowbirds

who died
under mysterious circumstances,

I didn't anticipate
finding much.

Well, when you say it like that,

it doesn't sound good
to me, either.

But you were right.
In the past year alone,

11 different senior citizens
were killed

under suspicious circumstances,

four of whom are listed
as war refugees.

And one of them
just bit the dust yesterday.

Gene Martin.

Killed in his toy store
in Midtown.

Dicks are working the scene now.

I'm gonna head over there.

I had a feeling you'd say that.

Detective on the case is Parker.

I gave him a heads-up
you might show.

I appreciate that.

Thanks.

So you gonna tell me
what this is all about?

The war refugees?

Come on, Morris.

People like us

- got to stick together.
- "People like us"?

I know what it's like
being an outsider,

trying to fit in with them.

You do fit in with them.

No. I don't.

All right.

I think there's Nazis living
in America,

and someone out there
is taking them out.

Next time we go to Junior's,

I'd think twice about having
that second cheeseburger.

Fuck.

Everything's spinning, man.

- Yeah.
- I think I'm drunk.

Yeah, I think you passed drunk
four beers ago. Oh!

Get off me!

Give me a second, man.

Give me a second.

I am definitely not Batman.

More like Fat Man.

- What?
- My fuckin' back is killing me.

You know, Cheeks...

Cheeks definitely ain't Batman.

He could not take
a beating like that.

Like what?

Booty, what-what the... what
the fuck are you talking about?

Well, like when... when Dennis,

he... kept punching you

and punching you
and punching you

- I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it.
- and punching... you...

But you kept getting back up.

You know what?

I don't know...

why you keep acting
like Robin...

when you've always been Batman.

Hey. Make way.

Hey.

Uh, go ahead.

You Millie Morris?

Yeah, last time I checked.
You Parker?

You want a hanky?

- It's pretty rank in there.
- No, I'm good.

Suit yourself.

Let's get you some gloves.

Can we get some gloves there?

Davis said you
think this might be related

- to another murder case.
- Two others.

But it's just a theory.

Were they robberies, too?

- No.
- Cash missing from the register,

broken glass, toys cleared out.

Hold on, hold on.
I want to look at him.

Lady, we got to get him
to the morgue.

He got a hot date there
or something?

Stab wound
in the back of his neck.

And his eye, apparently.

But it looks too small
to be with a knife.

Hmm.

I'll bet you
a box of Krispy Kremes

one of those darts went
into his eye.

The question is,
where's that dart now?

You think the killer took it?

Killers, plural.

How do you figure?

Well, take a look at his socket.

You see the way that the blood's
pooled there in the corner?

The only way to do that without
twisting your arm unnaturally

is if you're right-handed.

And then look at his stab wound.

See how it trails off
to the right.

- Left-handed.
- Yeah.

Hmm.

It's a theory.

Could be we're not looking

for one bag of crazy.

Might be two.

Bollocks.

Where the fuck is it?

You all right?

They won't stop shaking.

Be worried when they do.

Ah... I got to get home
to Malika.

She has been
a stage five clinger

since me and Darnell split.

Wants to sleep with me
every night.

Truth be told...

I'm not sure who needs it more,
her or me.

What?

You've just never really talked
to me about your daughter.

I never wanted to before.

You watch yourself
with that one, Joe.

Uh, these just came in
from your contact at MI6.

What are you looking for?

Richter had a key in his things,
but I can't bloody find it.

You mean this one?

Huh.

Holstedder's got the same key.

Could belong to a mailbox
or safety deposit box.

We've got to tell Meyer.

Richter and Holstedder

were sending instructions.

How much would you like to wager

that these keys lead
to whomever was giving them?

Hello?

It's me.

They're getting closer.

Hey, you.

That's evidence.

You gotta bag it and tag it.

Oh, sorry.

Hold up. Let me see that.

This is a kid's jacket.

Parker, got the safe open.

What is it?

It's a Nazi medal.

Hey, guys,
will you give us a minute?

Who do you think she is?

Homegirl is a Jew.

- The war's been over for 30 years.
- Yeah.

Why does a Nazi
have pics of her?

The FBI's gonna
take this over now.

Uh, this has to stay
between you and me.

You understand?

This fits in with your
other case, doesn't it?

The Nazi does.

The kid doesn't.

Please see to it
that Biff's weapon

finds its way to the cellar.

We'll send it to the authorities
if need be.

Hello.

It's Travis.

It's the American.

Heinz Richter is dead.

Probably murdered by the same
person who killed Gretel.

There's an FBI agent
investigating the case.

She thinks Richter may have been
killed by more than one person.

She?

A female FBI agent?

A Negro FBI agent.

What is it?
Opposite Day?

Don't worry, ma'am.

I'm gonna take her out.

Woulda done so earlier
but some pigs got in the way.

Ah, such enthusiasm
and excitement.

No need, dear boy.

If she becomes a problem,

we've got some old friends
in the FBI.

Plus, it sounds like
she's doing us a favor;

she's hunting
the same people we are.

Understood, ma'am.

And I've already got a new lead.

Good.

Check back in tomorrow.

Tobias.

Why does the American boy
plague you so?

He's American.

What is it?

What is it?

Maryanne hasn't checked in.

She never came back
from Holstedder's.

So I found a connection

between our Nazi nonces.

I combed through what MI6 had
on Holstedder.

There wasn't much,
just some bank records,

credit card statements,
but then I looked

into his American identity,
Erik Folsom,

and I found this.

- His Diners Club statement.
- Okay.

Every Thursday he went
to Fitzgerald's Eatery

around 3:00 p.m. like clockwork.

- Mm.
- And then look what Roxy found

in Richter's garbage
when she made a sweep through.

They both went there.

Mm. Maybe they're
meeting someone.

- Thursday.
- Mm.

Tomorrow's Thursday.

Yes.

And we'll be there, too.

The same
melody on all six tapes,

but with different lyrics.

No common thread in the words.

No repeated phrases.

- Do you hear... anything?
- No.

A-A message?

No.

A beat?

You know, Murray, I think

that we should tell the kids
to go to our place

in the Catskills,
and-and they can finish

planning the wedding from there.

- Just to be safe.
- No. No. No. Listen, Mindy.

Y-You're just gonna scare her;
they don't know who we are.

No. I-I underestimated those
bastards with my child once.

I'm damned
if I'm doing it again.

Listen, y-you...

- It's Jonah.
- Oh.

- Uh, Jonah.
- Ah.

- H-How nice to see you.
- Can...

- Can-Can we talk for a second?
- Sure. Come in.

- Do you want something to eat, to drink?
- No, no, I'm all right.

All right. So...

- Are these all your kids?
- Yeah, we have five.

We have, uh, three boys,
two girls.

Jesus, like a small village
up there.

- Come.
- Sit, sit down.

- So right here.
- Yeah.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

There's a pillow.

- So...
- All this time we lived

in the same city
and we didn't know each other.

It's like...

It's like my safta had
this whole other life.

Mm. I just think

your safta wanted
to keep her worlds separate

to-to protect you.

Uh, protect me from what?

From what she survived.

From what got her killed.

Is that why she didn't tell me
about Meyer?

Ah... Your safta and Meyer

had a complicated relationship.

- Yeah.
- Because he was in love with her, right?

Right?

Did she feel the same way
about him?

Meyer saved her life.

So she was always grateful
for that.

He was also

a painful reminder
of all she'd lost.

What's the matter?

W-What's on your mind, Jonah?

Everyone keeps telling me
that I'm like her,

that I have this fight
inside of me.

But she was driven by a darkness

I've only read about
in comic books.

I-I don't think I can do this.

Not like she could.

You are...
...a lot like her.

You are strong.

Smart.

Stubborn.

Kind.

Don't forget smartass.

You're like her in so many ways.

Except the one
that really counts.

Your safta survived the war.

So she didn't have a choice
to be involved in this,

same way me and Murray don't.

But you do, Jonah.

That's what she told me
the night she died.

Exactly.

Ruth chose the darkness

so that you
could have the light.

Hi.

Afternoon, Rabbi.
Sorry to bother you.

Uh, Agent Morris, FBI.

- Do you have a moment?
- Sure.

Great.
Do you recognize...

this woman?

She might be involved
in a case I'm working on.

Yes.

Her name is Ruth Heidelbaum.

She was a member here.

She was murdered in her home
about a week ago.

Ah, such a tragedy.

I'm s... I'm so sorry
for your loss.

Um, can you think of any reason
why somebody

may have wanted to harm Ruth?

To kill her?

Ruth Heidelbaum was the
sweetest lady I'd ever known.

She lived a very quiet life.

Huh. If she wasn't here,

she spent every waking moment
with her grandson.

- Grandson?
- Yeah, Jonah.

They were all each other had.

Ah, it's a lot to shoulder
for a 19-year-old kid.

Mm.

We speed it up, nothing.

We slow it down,
reverse it... the same.

We should have told the kid
the truth about Meyer.

It was not our truth to tell.

If Ruth had wanted him to know,
then God would have f...

God? What has God got
to do with anything?

If there was a God,
then Ruth would still be alive,

Aaron would still be alive.

Should I go on?

He works in mysterious ways.

Makes about as much sense
as prayer.

You know what? I'm not having
this conversation again.

Oh, yes, you are,
you atheist fool, and if

you think you're not saying
the bracha at Amy's wedding,

Wait a second.
Mindy, turn that last one up.

Turn it up!
The last one.

Yeah, that's Morse code.
It's under my hearing aid.

The Morse code is
under the lyrics.

J... U...

N... E.

June. One... seven.

June 17. One...

nine... seven... two.

June 17, 1972.
Wait. There's more.

R... three, two...

This is just... just gibberish.

June 17, 1972.

What the hell happened
on that date?

I look like a history scholar
to you?

- We have to get another tape.
- What? All right.

Five... one... 60...

June 5, 1968.

Aah. That... that was the date

Bobby Kennedy was assassinated.

March 4, 1973.

That's the day
that they stopped

the attempted assassination
of Golda Meir.

March 9, 1977.

That's the
attack on B'nai B'rith.

Every tape corresponds

to a tragedy.

Well, you-you think

the Nazis could have had a hand
in all of them?

We have to put on the last tape.

Okay.

Here. Okay.

J...

U... I...

- July.
- July.

One...

13.

One... 19.

Seventy...

Seven.

No.

Oh, and-and the rest...

The-the rest is...

It's the same gibberish, but
it's probably very important.

Who cares?
Murray, that date...

that's two weeks from now.

This place is more exposed

than the bathroom at Studio 54.

Hard to believe
Nazis were meeting here.

Sister?

That is where they were going.

A bank?

Why do you think that?

Not just any bank.

Zurich International World Bank.

Founded by Fredric Hauser,

a Swiss banker who helped
the Nazis during the war.

What if he continued
to help them?

Well, that would explain
the matching keys.

Bet your ass those open
some deposit boxes inside.

I'm going to call Meyer.

Meet you back at the Bat Cave.

Oh... my... God.

- Hello.
- Oh.

Hello.

Dottie?

I'm so happy to see you.

Oh. Oh, oh.
Oh... Oh, I'm so sorry.

So, I'm sorry.

So glad to be here.

What are you doing here?

Well, you told me that
you didn't want me to leave.

Well, when did I say that?

And what am I gonna do?

Abandon my son-in-law
in his time of need?

Oh. Oh.

When he's the only family
I've got left.

- I...
- No, siree, Bob.

I am not.

- No... sir... ee, Bob.
- Ah.

What is that smell?

Making that stir fry
that you like.

Oh!

- Thought I'd cook for a change.
- Ah.

You know I could smell it
down the hall.

What do we have here?

For you.

Father Cassidy brought it over.

You've been having
so many nightmares, I thought

it couldn't hurt to have him
come over and bless the house.

You know?

To keep our home free
of evil spirits.

Your priest was here?

Maria, there's one bed
in this apartment.

He's gonna know.

He already knows.

And he's fine with it.

Question is,
why the fuck aren't you?

Jonah.

Where have you been?

I called. Come in.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

You know, it's been a little bit
of a crazy time.

How come we never
hang out like this no more?

Two words: Dennis Duncan.

Oh, come on.

It's true.

That ain't the only reason,
and you know it.

You stopped calling me,
not the other way around.

You remember when my dad took us
to LBI for that weekend,

and we spent the whole day
at that arcade?

You mean that time
I whipped your ass at Pong?

Yeah, right.

I smoked you, fool, but...

How come everything seemed
so easy back then?

Because it was.

Ah, shit.

I'm late for work.
I got to go.

It cool if I walk with you?

Jesus fuck.

Ooh, you scared me.

I'm sorry.

Didn't mean to.

Oh, you're... you're good.

I'm looking
for Jonah Heidelbaum.

You know where I could find him?

I don't know a Jonah.

Sorry.

I think... you do.

I broke up with him, you know.

Dennis.

That's just good common sense.

You are so rude.

Where is Jonah?

Okay.

I'm...

I'm Jonah Heidelbaum.

Really?

Funny, you don't look
like a kike to me.

What's up?

Well, I am.

Yeah, I'm a Circle K,

bagel-eating, Toucan Sam,
cheap-as-fuck

Jew Yorker heeb.

That's me.

Have it your way.

Jonah, wait up.

Oh, shit.

Oh. Oh. Wake up. Wake up.

Wake-wake up. Hey.

- Ah.
- Get help. Get help! Get help!

Oh. Fuck! Oh!