Killing It (2022–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Lying Flat - full transcript

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- ♪ Whatever Lola wants ♪

♪ Lola gets ♪

- Hi, there.
- I don't think so.

- Champagne?
- Not tonight.

- ♪ Make up your mind ♪
- What's this?

- Dale and soda.

- ♪ No regrets ♪

♪ Recline yourself ♪

- What do I owe you?

- It's on him.

- Oh, Jesus.



- Cut!
- That's a cut.

- What the fuck? Where is
he? Does he know his cue?

- He knows his cue. I
just can't find him.

- What do you mean
you can't find him?

Try asking one of
his ten assistants.

- Does anyone have
eyes on talent?

He was just here.

- Can I step out for a second?

- Yeah, go.
- Thanks.

- Go ahead. Everyone,
back to one.

- Why is your trailer sideways?
- Well, there was an accident.

- You don't have to answer.

I know it's because
you're stupid.

- So you guys know
Prada Lamonca, right?



- Hi, I'm Jillian.

- And you probably
don't remember me,

but I was at your seminar.

- "You probably don't
remember me" was perfect.

- Okay, here's the deal.

Rodney wants to launch
our supplement line

in three months, Prada will
be overseeing production,

and I'm the new head
manager for Predator Power.

- What the hell
is Predator Power?

- Well, Rodney thought
"saw palmetto extract" had

limp dick vibes, so we're
mixing in shark cartilage

and changing the
name: Predator Power.

"Get predatory."

- Predator as in
sexual predator?

- Sounds a little problematic.

- Rodney says controversy sells.

You know his first real
estate book was called

"Kill Your Parents,
Sell Their House."

It's a New York
Times best seller.

- I'm sorry, what is all this?

- Oh, those are our
payroll numbers.

- "Those are our
payroll numbers."

Yeah, I know what they are.

But why does a small farm
have so many employees

and why are they all related?

- Oh, uh, those are the Boones.

They're a key part of the team

in so far as they provide
extra legal services.

- Okay. You bought
protection from some crooks.

Got it.

- So the Boones, huh?

You out here doing side deals
with criminals now, hmm?

You know all those years
when I was a criminal,

all I wanted from
you was a side deal

and you gave me nothing.

- You stole my dream, Isaiah.

- Why are you
focusing on the past?

That's yesterday's shit.

You need to be
looking to tomorrow,

which is when the future is.

- Oh, is that when
the future is?

You been spending too much
time with Rodney Lamonca.

You sound like a
fucking Dominine hat.

- Well, it's a good thing
I'm spending time with Rodney

because we're launching
Predator Power at the NFS con.

It's a nutrition...
- And food sciences convention.

Yeah, I was looking
forward to attending

while I still owned my own farm.

- Well, pack your bags
because I talked Rodney into

letting you both go.

Free trip to San Diego,
baby! City of zoos.

- Fuck San Diego.
Fucking diet Miami.

- I mean, a business
trip sounds kind of fun.

The furthest I ever
went for work was when

an Uber passenger had me
drive him to Charlotte.

He was on drugs and bought me
Bojangles twice. It was great.

- You haven't even heard
the best part yet, J Glopp.

Rodney has a celebrity
spokesperson lined up

and we need someone
to brief him on

the magical healing
powers of saw palmetto.

And since you two
are the experts,

you get to hang out with
Mr. Worldwide himself.

Fucking Pitbull, huh?

- Wow! Pitbull?

I've given people rides home
from his concert before.

They always seem very horny.
- Mm.

Why you over there
being so quiet?

Is it because you're
too horny to talk?

- It's because I
don't want to do this.

- I'm sorry about the farm.

Okay, I got myself in a
bad situation in Phoenix

and this was the only way I
could think to get out of it.

And I feel really fucking
bad and I want to help you,

so please just let me help you.

- I really don't
have a choice, do I?

- Man...

- Wow. First class.

I can't believe they let you
board before everybody else.

I've never had anyone
jealous of me before.

I heard one guy call
me a rich bitch.

- Look at all this leg
room and lay flat seats.

You know what it's like for
a guy my height to fly coach?

It's like trying to jam a
GI Joe into a Hot Wheels.

- Champagne?
- Ooh.

- No, thank you.
- I think it's complimentary.

- Then yes, please.

Can I keep the glass?
- Sure.

- You should ask for yours
too. Then we'll have a set.

- I'm not gonna do that.

- Well, I still
really love this.

Maybe it was all worth it
working for the Lamoncas.

- No. Remember why
you're doing this, okay?

We just need to earn enough
money to buy a new farm.

- You really think we can?
- Yes, I do, Jillian.

In fact, I've already found us
the perfect plot of swamp land.

- What?

- Well, "perfect" might
be an overstatement.

The Boones were right, okay?

The pharmaceutical
companies bought up

the entire Everglades.
Prices are insane.

Down payment is 100 grand.
- Oh, wow.

But I guess that's only two
years of our Dominine salaries

assuming we don't eat,

pay taxes, or sleep inside.

- We can still sleep inside.

It'll just be more like
five years of saving.

- Okay, wow.

Five year plan to get us back
to where we were one month ago.

I don't know why I
said that last bit.

This is exciting.
- To starting over.

To starting over.

- Oh, my God, Craig, look.

This hotel has free sewing kits.

Now, my bra can get a
few more months of life.

Hey, good for you.

- Welcome to San Diego.

Sweet suite, right?

You guys check out the bathroom?

Got a special spout
for your bootyhole.

- It's whatever.
Hotels are gross.

Fucking... used beds.
- Hey.

I was just downstairs
at the conference.

You know what I saw?

Three booths selling
saw palmetto extract.

- I know, but we got that
shark collagen there, boss.

We the only ones
doing that shit.

- I also think saw palmetto
on its own has some

pretty amazing properties
that can really help people.

- Holy shit. Has that
always been your accent?

- Yes.

- It sucks. Fix it.

Anyway, I got a great
idea for us to stand out.

Really make CVS' panties slick.

We say that Predator Power
pills prevent prostate cancer.

- No. You can't say something
cures cancers if it doesn't.

- I said prevents cancer, Craig.

- No offense, but do you really
think people gonna believe

you found the cure for cancer?

I mean, you're not
exactly a scientist.

You're wearing a shiny shirt.

- All right, let me let you in
on a little secret here, okay?

People want to be lied to.
- I don't want to be lied to.

- Well, not you personally.
You're one of the smart ones.

- Oh, okay.
- See? Right there.

Tell people what
they want to hear

and these idiots will
believe anything.

- Look, Rodney, I think
they have a point.

All right, this is a conference
for real businessmen.

Not the normal Dominine...

- Losers and fuckwads, yeah.

- I just think these people
might be harder to scam.

But we don't have to scam 'em.

We got Pitbull.
Mr. Worldwide, Mr. 305.

- All right, whatever, but
Pitbull better bring it.

And you two need
to go brief him.

He's up in the
penthouse. Top floor.

- We know what penthouse means.
- Top floor, got it.

- Wow.

Welcome.

I'm Pitbull.

Let's make this a great day.

- Let's do it.
- You want to live life.

Don't let life live you.
- Oh, for sure.

- If you work hard, let that
be the fuel to your fire.

- I will.

- But don't forget to enjoy

the glow of that
fire.

- I won't.
- Dale!

- Hey, so we're
here to brief you on

saw palmetto facts.
- Yeah, come in. Have a seat.

I personally like to stand.

I always keep to my feet to
stay ready to hustle, grind,

make my dreams a reality.

- Yeah, me too.

I'm always just standing
up for the same reason.

- Mm, mm.
- To hustle.

- Okay, so five facts
about saw palmetto...

- Right on. Before
we get to work,

would you like
some refreshments?

I've got some chili
lime kiki rikis.

They're the official corn
chip of Mr. Worldwide.

- Oh, wow. They're so spicy.

- Where you from?
- Australia.

- Oh, well, maybe in Australia,
you're okay with average chips.

But where I'm from, in
my household, in Miami,

there better be some heat, papí.

You want some diet Doctor
Blanco to wash that down?

- Sure.
- Diet Doctor Blanco?

- It's the official clear
cola of Mr. Worldwide.

It's all the flavor
with none of the guilt.

Dale! Both: Dale!

My soda's got the hardest
working fizz in the biz.

Ah!

- Oh, Mr. Pitbull, your...

- Hmm?
- Little beard.

- Your soul patch.
- It's on the can.

- Oh, oh.
- Shit, sorry.

What
we talking about?

The delicious taste
of diet Doctor Blanco.

- Um, Mr. Pitbull,

would it be possible
to give us a second?

- Yeah, sure.

- That's not Pitbull.
- What?

- His soul patch came off. He
doesn't even look like him.

- Course it's not
fucking Pitbull.

- You knew?
- What?

- Yeah, it's a
Pitbull impersonator.

Certified by Mr. Worldwide
International.

These doubles look like Pitbull,

they sound like Pitbull,

they even fucking
smell like Pitbull.

They wear the actual clothes
the real Pitbull sweat through.

- Sounds kind of gross.

- You know what's gross
is smelling like a nobody.

- But people must
know it's not Pitbull.

- You forgot what I
already taught you:

people want to be lied to.
They want to go home and

tell their fucking nurse
practitioner friends that

they met Pitbull
on a business trip.

- Yeah, sure, but we knew
he was fake right away.

- It's 'cause you got up close.

Pitbull 6 is a long
distance Pitbull.

He's rated for stage
work and tarmac waving.

I'm not gonna spend
two million bucks

on a sunglasses off Pitbull.

Now, get back up
to the penthouse

and do your fucking
job. Top floor!

- Top floor, got it.

- So do we call you Pitbull
6 or do you have a real name?

- Call me Pitbull
because that's who I am.

And if anybody heard you use
my actual name, I'd be fired.

- Damn, Pitbull's a tough boss.

- Pitbull is an incredible boss

and a naturally funny
conversationalist

who could do standup
if he wanted.

It's Mr. Worldwide
International who are tough.

My handler Linda,
she's always on my ass.

- Okay, Pitbull, um, there
are five key benefits

to saw palmetto we'd
like you to mention.

Prostate reduction, hair growth,

which we thought you
could make a funny joke

because you're bald.

- Pitbull is bald by choice.

If he wanted to have hair,
it'd be down to his butt.

Your joke won't work.

- Well, there's also
increased libido.

- Pitbull's libido
is incredible.

He has so much sex, we
don't even masturbate.

And he only has sex
with Miami tens.

You know what a
Miami ten looks like?

Like a stripper from
Grand Theft Auto.

- Did you say, "we
don't even masturbate?"

- Yeah, because everybody knows
Pitbull doesn't masturbate.

- Does everyone know that?
- Yeah.

So if I got caught, that'd
be as bad for the brand

as me being, I don't know,
seen on a date with some woman

from my past who's not up
to Pitbull's standards.

- So you can't date either?

Of course
not. Bad for the brand.

Think what people would say if
they saw me out with Heather

who is so, so beautiful,
but not a Miami ten.

- Is Heather your girlfriend?

Not anymore.

It's bad for the brand.

She wanted to start a family

and I wanted to be
a father so bad,

but a bunch of little me's
running around calling me papí,

that... that's not Pitbull.

I'm so sorry.

Do you need a
drink or something?

- Oh, I'd love a drink,
but I'm not allowed.

- Bad for the brand.
- It's bad for the brand.

- This is insane.
You're a human being.

You should be able to
make your own choices.

- No, Linda would find out.

She would always find out.

- It's just the
three of us here.

Nobody's gonna say
anything. Have a drink.

I promise you'll
feel so much better.

- You know we have to
stay within a pound of

Pitbull's actual
weight at all times?

And sometimes he goes
so hard on stage,

he sweats off five pounds.

You know what that means for me?

- Do you think
you've had enough?

- Man, you sound just
like fucking Linda.

"You can't drink
anymore, Pitt 6.

Why'd you stop going to
your meetings, Pitt 6?"

- Meetings?
- So it's not all Pitbulls

who can't have alcohol. That
was just a rule for you?

- Of course it's just for me.

I'm the only Pitbull
with a drinking problem.

And they're afraid of
me because they know

my solo music is
better than Pitbull's.

Linda's intimidated
by my talent.

Listen to this.

This track's called "I
Love Dunking Basketballs."

♪ I see a big, fat hoop ♪

♪ You know I got to dunk ♪

- Hey, hey, we really want to

hear the rest of your music,
but I'ma call room service,

order you a pot of black coffee.

- I can't drink coffee.

I'm only allowed
to drink CocoVOLT,

the official chocolate energy
drink of Mr. Worldwide.

- Or maybe you
should take a nap.

You might just need a little
break from being Pitbull.

- You know what?

That's actually a great
idea. I do need a break.

- Okay, good.
- I fucking quit this job.

- What? No!
- Fuck Pitbull.

Fuck Mr. Worldwide. Fuck Linda.

I'm going to masturbate.

- You lost Pitbull?
- A Pitbull.

- This is a disaster.

- People will understand.
Mix-ups happen.

I wore mismatched
socks today. It's cute.

- Shh. Shut up.

You know how much money I sunk
into this saw palmetto shit?

- Oh, I don't know.
Including the free farm

that you stole from me? $0?

- I'm talking about
the conference.

The booth, all the merch.

Just renting the
Pitbull was how much?

- 300 grand.

- That seems like a
wild use of money.

- No, paying you two a salary
is the wild use of money.

You better find this guy.
If you don't, you're fired.

- We'll find him. Don't worry.

- Isaiah, you brought
these two dipshits in.

You go with them and make sure

they don't trip
on their own dicks

trying to work a doorknob.

- I know how to work a doorknob.

- I don't have a dick.

- So you have no
idea where he went.

You just watched him run away.

Why didn't you go after him?

- He was so fast.

I don't approve of
Mr. Worldwide International's

dietary restrictions,

but he seemed to be
in incredible shape.

- Hey, be honest, Craig.
You trying to get fired?

'Cause I don't
know what you think

Dominine severance
pay is, but it's bad.

- No. I don't
want to get fired.

I hate this job, but I need it.

We got to buy a new farm,
plus Vanessa and Camille

and the little white baby
that none of us are related to

are counting on me.
- What are you talking about?

- Oh, it's a long
and interesting story

that I don't have to tell you

because we're not close no more.

- Guys, look. Pitbull 6
left his phone in the room.

Phones are full of clues.
- It's locked.

How are we supposed
to get his passcode?

- How about 305?
He is Mr. 305.

- A three digit passcode?

Those don't exist, Isaiah.

I'm learning you're
dumb and a dick.

It's a terrible combination.

- Mm, and we're in.
- That's annoying.

Limited contacts. Pitbull
7, Pitbull 8, Pitbull 10.

What happened to Pitbull 9?

- Oh.
- What?

- Maybe seven ate nine.

- Jillian.
- Sorry.

- Fuck it. One of these
guys gotta know something.

- 6, what's up?

I'm at the Doctor
Blanco launch event.

- This isn't 6. I'm
actually a client.

Pitbull 6 had a
bit of a freak out

and we sort of lost him.

- Ah, fuck. What'd
he freak out about?

- I think he got fed up
with all the Pitbull rules.

Mr. Worldwide International
doesn't seem like

an easy place to work.

- Oh, shit. Was he
performing at a wedding?

Weddings always make
him think about Heather.

- I just wanted to see
if you knew his name

or had any idea where
he might've gone.

- Nah. We were only allowed
to talk about Pitbull stuff.

If they catch us socializing,
that's two fireballs.

And three fireballs is a timber.

That means you going down.

- They don't know shit.

- Well, just call the company.

They got to have a
way to track him down.

- No, we're not calling Linda.

I don't want him to get
in trouble with his boss.

- It'll be fine.
I promise I won't

tell Linda he was drinking.

- Mr. Worldwide International.
You have Linda Fox Platt.

- Hi, I'm from Dominine.

Uh, we lost our Pitbull.

- Fucking 6. Was he
drinking on the job again?

- No.
- No, no, no.

Nothing like that.

- I told the hotel to
clean out the mini-bar,

but everyone's a dumb
fuck.

All right, it looks like he's
about 15 miles from the hotel.

- How do you know that?

- Well, he's got
a company phone.

They're easy to track.

- Well, we're on his phone.
We... we called you from it.

- Okay, look.

Here's the deal. You
cannot tell anyone this.

When I make my doubles
get their tattoos

so that they match Pitbull,

we also insert a
subcutaneous tracking device.

- Oh, my God.

- Sorry, but I got shithead
bosses breathing down my neck.

I could get fired if one
of my Pitts goes missing.

Just to be clear, I am not
complaining about Pitbull.

The real Pitbull is an
amazing boss and businessman

who actually had
the idea for Amazon,

but knew he could do more
good through his music.

- We all love Pitbull, Linda.

Can you please just
tell us where 6 went?

- Hold on.

- It says he's in there.

Guess he really
needed that drink.

- No, he's here for
something worse.

Open mic night.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's 12.

I just wanted to see
if you found 6 yet.

I'm starting to
worry this might be

another Pitbull 9 situation.

- What do you mean? What
happened to Pitbull 9?

- Ah, man, he was
the best of us.

He looked and moved
exactly like Pitbull.

Man, certified for concert work,

but it got too much.

Always dancing, never sleeping.

I don't know when
the pills started,

but I know when they stopped.

One day he was shooting
a commercial for Dale,

Pitbull's new tequila.

They found him dead backstage.

- Oh, my God.

- Linda said it was an accident.

But how do you slit
both wrists by accident?

- Well, we know where
6 is. He's alive.

I'll make sure
nothing bad happens.

- Oh, thank God.

How'd you find him?

- Um...

you know, looking hard.

General searching.

- They always fucking find us.

How do they always find us?

- Okay, look, I'm not
supposed to tell you this,

but Linda has a
tracking device on you.

It's in your tattoo.

- What the fuck?

So I'm chipped like a dog?

- Jillian, you coming?
- I'm so sorry. I have to go.

- This is my original single.

"Nothing Like Sunshine
On Your Birthday."

♪ You happy when it's
sunny on your birthday ♪

♪ You're sad when it's
cloudy on your birthday ♪

♪ Baby girl, don't cry,
the sun's gonna shine ♪

♪ You're gonna be happy
on your birthday ♪

Hey.

The crowd was just
getting into it.

- If even one person wants to
hear what this dude is singing,

please raise your hand.
- Well, I loved it.

It had such a great
message about, uh,

being happy on your birthday.

- Yeah, man, you're a
real shooting star, but...

- You want me to go
back to the conference.

Yeah, I know why you're here.

Relax. I wouldn't leave
you hanging like that.

Ryan Mildo's gonna blow
the roof off that place.

- What?
- Who the fuck is Ryan Mildo?

- Me. Now you
know my real name.

And soon, the rest of
the world will too.

- Mildo like dildo.

- It rhymes with dildo.
It's not like dildo.

- Okay, I'm sorry. What
the fuck is happening here?

'Cause you really think
you gonna start over

as a grown-ass man
and become a pop star.

- I mean, maybe.

I know it's not gonna
happen overnight,

but if being Pitbull's
taught me one thing,

it's how to hustle and grind.

I've got a five year plan.

- A fucking five year plan.

Look, let me let you in
on a little secret, Mildo.

Being poor sucks.

- I was broke before
I got this job

and it was fine. I was happy.

- Yeah, yeah, most
poor people happy.

They eat their combo meals,
they watch TV, they go to bed.

But the only reason they
can sleep is because

they don't know how
good rich people got it.

I mean, they think they
understand because they watch

a episode of "Entourage,"

but they can't even
begin to imagine how easy

everyday life is
for some people.

But not you.

You, you fucking know, Mildo.

The penthouses, Miami tens.

What they got you flying
now? What, first class?

- Private.

- Fucking PJs?

You ate the fruit from
the Tree of Knowledge

and ain't no going
back now, Mildo.

Let me tell you about your
little five year plan.

You gon' wake up every day

and you are going to be furious.

Furious at the struggle.

Furious at the unfairness.

Furious at Pitbull.

And that fury is gonna
eat away and eat away

and eat away at you until
there's nothing good left,

so what's it gonna be, Mildo?

- Please...

Call me Pitbull.

Look who we found.

Mr. Worldwide himself.
Mr. 305. Mr...

- What the fuck did you do?

- We are more than
just Pitbulls.

- We are human beings.

- With our own lives
and our own names.

- Our rights have been ignored.

- And we've been stripped
of basic dignities.

- Like our right to privacy.

- And our right to
love who we want.

- We will not dance.

- We will not sing.

- We will not start the party.

- Operations at
Mr. Worldwide International

are hereby ceased.

- Dale!

- It's a Mr. Worldwide walkout.

Pitbull's gonna be
so fucking pissed!

- Well, you two
dunces lit a match.

Now, the whole thing's on fire.

Pitbull put out a statement.

Apparently, he didn't
know anything about

the working conditions
of his doubles.

You know one of
them killed himself?

- We did know that, yes.

- Yeah, well, Pitbull didn't.

And now, he's taking a step
back to listen and learn.

And since nobody listens harder

or steps back
further than Pitbull,

he's shutting down
the whole program.

He's pulling all
his endorsements.

He's even pulling
diet Doctor Blanco.

- Pitbull's on in one minute.

- Oh, this is a
fucking disaster.

- So why don't you do it?
You can sell anything.

You think I'm
gonna get up on stage

and talk about how I
have penis problems?

So everybody thinks I got
a piddly little booger dick

that squirts clear? Fuck that.

My shit is hard as a rock

and it shoots Elmer's
by the fucking gallon.

- Saw palmetto berries
help with the prostate,

not the penis.

- The prostate is
the penis! Grow up!

- So what are we gonna
do? The crowd's waiting.

- I don't know. Just
call the whole thing off.

Say Pitbull got sick
and you two are fired.

Clean out your hotel rooms.

I'm cancelling your
plane tickets home.

- How do we get back?

- Imagine me giving one,
tiny, little mini fuck.

You could walk home
for all I care.

- You know what?

Fine. We don't need you.

Or your fancy hotels or
your champagne planes

because we're gonna build a
new farm from the ground up

where we treat people right.

And it doesn't matter
how hard we have to work

or how long it takes
because this...

- Actually, if I
could interject.

- Kind of in the
middle of a big speech.

- I know, I know.
I'm sorry, I just...

I think there's a way we can
still fix this Pitbull thing.

- Exactly.

Who needs Pitbull
when you have Ryan...

- You're not getting
on stage, Mildo.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
for Dominine,

the moment you've
all been waiting for.

- What are you gonna do?

- Go out there and try
to sell Predator Power.

Can't lose our jobs, Jillian,

not if we want to save
up for our own farm.

- I mean, I guess you're right,

but people are
expecting Pitbull.

Are you gonna dance?

I'm realizing now I've
never seen you dance.

Maybe you're amazing at it.

- I am an amazing
dancer, but not tonight.

Just tell them about all the
good saw palmetto can do.

Okay?

- ♪ Four, three, two, one ♪

♪ Come on ♪

- Please welcome
Mr. Worldwide, Mr. 305,

the one, the only, Pitbull!

- Uh, hey.

I know you're excited
to see Pitbull, but...

he's not coming. Sorry.

Look, I could stand
here and tell you

Pitbull got sick, but
I'm not gonna lie.

The truth is, the
endorsement fell through.

Business shit. It happens.

But here's another
thing that's true.

We didn't actually
need a celebrity

to sell Predator Power

because these pills
are gonna help people.

Let me tell you a
story about my father.

When I was 12 years old,

my father was taken from me

by one of the deadliest
predators in the world:

prostate cancer.

- What the fuck?

- I dedicated my
life to making sure

no family would
suffer like mine did.

I was determined to find a cure

and I did.

Because Predator Power pills
prevent prostate cancer

in 75% of men.

- Oh, hell yeah.

- They are a fucking
magic bullet.

We have studies.

I shouldn't even be
telling you about it yet.

But these studies will prove

saw palmetto berries

in Dominine's specific
patented formulation

mixed with cancer
eradicating shark cartilage

save lives.

So I have a message
for prostate cancer:

you can suck my dick.

- Wow.
- Fucking love this guy.

- There's a new apex
predator on planet Earth

and if comes in
a fucking bottle.

So place your orders now.

- Fuck yeah, man! I was
getting calls from buyers

while you're still
up on the stage.

Hey, did your dad
really die of cancer?

- No.
- I love it!

You know, you try
and pretend like

you're this cuddly teddy bear,

but you're just a big cave troll

with piss running
through his veins.

You're rehired.
- And Jillian?

- Sure, yeah. Just
fix the accent.

I got to take this. Hey, CVS.

Yeah, you dumb motherfuckers.

Time to pay up.

- What was that?

- Rodney was gonna say
the cancer thing anyway.

At least this saved our jobs.

- But the stuff
about your dad...

- I thought it'd
be more believable

if I made it personal.
It's nothing.

- I mean, the way dad
lived his life has effected

every decision you've ever
made up until this point.

But what the fuck do I know.

- I'm sorry.

But Camille is counting on
me. Nessa's counting on me.

It doesn't mean I'm
giving up on our new farm.

This was the only path forward.

- I'm sure there were
paths that didn't include

lying about curing cancer.

- Preventing cancer.

But I hate myself.

This is gonna eat at me forever.

I don't know how
I'll sleep tonight.

Guess I'll see you back
here in a couple of hours.

- Mm-hmm.
- Want to get breakfast?

I got to grab my keys.
It'll only take a second.

- I want to go home and shower.

Thanks though.

- All right.

Jesus!

What are you doing here?
- I got in early.

That's the problem
with your generation.

You don't understand hard work.

- Okay, well, I just
came to grab one thing.

Don't let me interrupt.

- Do you know how bad you
are at running a business?

Even after I fired all
those extra people,

you're still bleeding cash.

- What? You fired them.

I told you the
Boones are important.

You said you got it.

I thought that meant you got it.

- What I got is
that you're an idiot

who was in over his head.
You do illegal shit in cash.

- Don't put it on the books.
- Okay.

What did they say
when you fired them?

Were they mad?

- Well...

Hey, there, Jillian.

- ♪ You happy when it's
sunny on your birthday ♪

♪ You sad when it's
cloudy on your birthday ♪

♪ Baby girl, don't cry,
the sun is gonna shine ♪

♪ You're gonna be happy
on your birthday ♪

- ♪ Yeah, I was born ♪
- I was born.

- ♪ I was born today
so light it up ♪

- Light it up!
- ♪ Like a candle today ♪

♪ And I would die ♪
- I will die.

- ♪ If you take it away ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gotta be
sunny on my birthday ♪

- ♪ All it takes for you
to be happy is just ♪

♪ A little bit of sunshine ♪

♪ Who needs all of
this money, honey ♪

♪ When I can make
you all mine? ♪

♪ Clouds ain't gonna rain ♪
- Nope.

- ♪ Won't wash all your
presents down the drain ♪

- Hell, nah.

- ♪ You gotta be, you wanna be ♪

♪ It's gonna be sunny
on your birthday ♪

- ♪ Yeah, I was born ♪
- I was born.

- ♪ I was born today
so light it up ♪

- Light it up!
- ♪ Like a candle today ♪

♪ And I would die ♪
- I will die.

- ♪ If you take it away ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gotta be
sunny on my birthday ♪

- Oh!

- ♪ Whoa ♪
- Yeah.

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
- [imitates gunshots]

- ♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh ♪
- Yeah.

- ♪ Whoa ♪
- All right.

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

- Money, honey, money,
honey, money, honey.

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
- Uh!

A Ryan Mildo original.

Any similarities to
any artist out there

is just pure coincidence.

- ♪ It's gotta be
sunny on my birthday ♪

- It's all sunny, baby.

- Not a doctor.
- Shh.