Shut Eye (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Death - full transcript

-You're at a crossroads.

-I can feel that.

-Would you like me
to light a candle?

-If you feel it might help.

-I think it would be
a good idea.

-What do I do?

-Not a thing.
I do it all.

I light the candle,
I say a prayer,

and fate reveals your path.

It's $500 for the candle
and the ceremony.

There's a 10% discount for cash,
but Visa is fine.



Yes.

I have a good feeling about you
and your lieutenant's exam.

-Great.

-It's the pressures of the job.

I'm always looking over
my shoulder.

-You assume failure,

and then you look for a way
to not be blamed for it.

-Exactly!

-Rose quartz can help with that.

You're gonna breathe this in
eight times a day,

and at night,
you put it under your bed.

-Will this bring
my girlfriend back?

-It's what the cards
are telling me.

-$80 for this?



-This part is made for you.

Did you bring me something
from the casting director?

-This was her lunch today.

-That'll work.

Everyone has stops
they make along the way.

Tommy is one of yours.

-So, I should dump him?

-This, uh, card suggests
that he's cheating on you.

-Prick.

-It's what the cards tell us.

Same time next week?

-Yeah.

Something
I've been meaning to ask.

Is, uh, a psychic
like a therapist?

Like, for one thing,
is what I tell you confidential?

-Of course.

-How about the part --

Well, for the therapist,
there's not supposed to be

any personal involvement
or anything like that.

Uh...

Aw.

I'm married.

-Double, double
toil and trouble.

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

By the pricking of my thumb,

something wicked this way comes!

-I always thought it was

"Hubble, bubble
toil and trouble."

A lot of people do.

-I don't really
like Shakespeare.

I can never understand
what anyone's saying.

And everyone around me
is laughing loudly

so we'll all know
that they do understand.

-Uh, Nadine Davies.

-Oh. Uh, Linda Haverford.
Nice to meet you.

You're a magician?

-Uh, I'm a housewife.

-Really?
-Yeah.

This is just something
to get me out of the house,

a little extra money coming in.

My husband, he used to be
in the magic business.

He designed tricks.

-Fascinating.
What does he do now?

-He's a psychic.

-Oh.

-You had a bad experience.

You have to be very careful.
I'd say 95% are frauds.

Tell you you've been cursed
and you have to bury money

in the backyard or something.

They're nothing but con artists,
pure and simple.

-The gypsies
have a word for it -- amràn.

Loosely, it means a curse
that won't let go.

You buried the chicken bones
with the money?

-Uh...

$1,000.

-I don't want to touch it.

I've just cleansed the bowl.

You can put it in there.

Did you bring the egg?

It's as bad as I thought.

We don't have much choice.

Archangel Michael,
hear us and help us.

It's a very strong curse.

I can feel the evil energy.

-Can you feel this?

-You don't work bujo -- ever.

Bujo is ours.

-I took it to heart
what you said about a curse.

I'm hitting a sort of tense
patch in my business,

and with that stress
and with my kids...

Louisa, the little one,
she's always sick.

And Hector, well,
we just got his diagnosis.

It's that Asperger's.

And I remember
that's what you saw

when you did the reading
last week.

They want us to take him
to a special school

and give him all these pills

and go to therapy
three times a week.

What kind of life
is that for a kid?

And then they said
that even with all that,

he might never really
be able to, you know,

relate to people
in any real way.

Anyway, I'm sorry
to lay it out for you like this,

but I trust you.

So, you have to tell me,

how much more would you
charge me to fix my kid?

'Cause I love the little guy.

-I think I can help your family
without going that far.

You have something of his,

a T-shirt or something
that you can bring in?

-Sure. Of course.

-Then bring it tomorrow
or as soon as you can.

I want to --
I want to take care of this

before it gets any worse.
-Yes.

-Not until I know I can help.

-Eduardo. How are you?

-Good. Very good.

-How's your little boy?

I know you were concerned
with him.

-We think
it's gonna be just fine.

-Ah, that's wonderful.

Did you get a new car?

-Picked it up yesterday.
Fully loaded.

Beautiful.

Yeah.

When our ship comes in, huh?
-Mm-hmm.

-When you decide it's time,
you let me know first.

I've got a guy who owes me.

Charlie, thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow.

-My pleasure.

"Got a guy who owes me."

Fuck that.
He is a guy.

-He said he was in packaging.

-The only thing
that man packages

is cocaine and body parts.

Just be careful.

You have Amanda Tims today?
-I did.

-Did she try to get you to hit
her with the high hard one?

-I told her
I was happily married.

You do the pickups?

-Uh, this afternoon.

-Marie wants you
to fix her table.

And your sister hasn't answered
her cell all morning.

-She's probably
sleeping one off.

-Hey.

Those are for Nick's lunch.

-He's a kid.
He should eat healthy.

-He's a kid.
He gets to eat what he wants.

So, I met someone today
at the party.

-Yeah?
-Mm.

Nadine.
A woman from San Marino.

Very sad, very damaged.

Had a bad experience
with a Glendale reader.

-Not surprised.

Have her come in.
See what I can do.

-Charlie,
this isn't a parlor mark.

This woman has money.

I think there's a real
opportunity there.

-Okay.
Let's kick it up the chain.

If she's a long con,
we send her to --

-Fonso, yeah.

-We'll get our cut eventually.

Hey, for now, Eduardo.
See that car?

It's gonna be
a really good month.

-Yeah.

Great month.

-Where's the bell pepper?

-You didn't say anything
about bell pepper.

-Well, you can't make gumbo
without bell pepper.

-Started farting out yesterday.

I'm doing a reading.

It lifts two feet in the air
and dumps the cards

all over these kids
in here on a date.

The guy's hoping I tell the girl

that the Queen of Blow Him
was her card,

and now he's pissing himself

because he thinks this shit
might be real.

-Have you checked the batteries?

-There's a battery?

-Marie.

-He walks in, asks if his
girlfriend's cheating.

I say the usual shit.

"Looks like it.
Can't be sure in one sitting.

Bring me some of her hair."

He flips out,
hits me with the bowl.

-What was your burning bowl
doing on the table

for a first read?

-You know, looks good.

I like a little glitter.
It confuses them.

-I'm gonna have to talk
to Fonso.

-Fonso?

What does he have to do with it?

-You're lucky you didn't lose
an eye, Sylvia.

You tried to pull a Gypsy scam
on a Gypsy.

Six weeks.

Six whole weeks to fuck this up?

I mean, that's a record for you.

-Ow!

-I'll see what I can do
with Fonso.

-They made four nails to use
in the crucifixion.

One for each of Jesus' hands,
one for his feet.

The fourth was made of gold,
and it was for his heart.

On the night
before the crucifixion,

a Gypsy boy stole
the golden nail.

So they crucified Jesus
with only three.

When it was over,
God came to the Gypsy boy

and told him that his theft
had saved Jesus

from the pain of a nail
in the heart.

To repay him,
God gave the gypsies

the right to steal
without moral consequence.

Stealing from gypsies, however,
will fuck you inside and out.

-Sylvia made a mistake.

Fuckin' "A," she did.

And I guarantee you
it wasn't her first time.

-That's why I'm here.
I want to make things right.

-You?

You don't get to do shit.

I'm pulling
two of your parlors --

East Hollywood and Van Nuys.

-That's a fourth of my nut.

Look, I'm -- I'm here,
I'm apologizing.

She's an asshole, I get it,
but she's one of my top earners.

-Not my problem.

-I can fix this.

-No, you can't.

'Cause you and her are gadje.

And gadje don't do bujo.

Only we do bujo.

Your sister knew that.

She's supposed to sit
her fat ass on a chair

that I paid for,
do her palm readings,

and collect money
for services rendered.

She knew the rules.

She broke the rules,

so she's got to pay.

You remember that ass kicking
we gave you

when you first came out here?

Yeah?

-I still got arthritis
from the bones you broke.

-You were so fucking naive, huh?

Rolling in from Vegas.

Like you and Linda
could just set up shop.

What'd you say, huh?

What'd you say
when I first knocked you out?

-I didn't know
gypsies were real.

-Yeah. Fuck you.

'Cause it insults me,
and it insults all Romany.

Fuck it.

What else you got for me?

-I'm working
on a couple of things,

and I should have them,
you know, in a week or two.

-Week or two?

Charlie, I need you to produce.

You know how much it costs

to look after my mother,
two kids.

Not to mention
these other pricks.

-I know, and I'm on it.
I'm on it.

-If you can't produce...

-I can.

-...I got plenty of others
champing at the bit

to take over your book.

And none of them are gadji cunts
trying to fuck me in the ass.

Sylvia's gonna have to come
to council.

-Council? What for?

-Justice.

-She's my sister, Fonso.

-I don't give a fuck.

Come here.

-Charlie boy,

we're going to have sarmi
and paprikash if you're hungry.

-Thanks, Rita.
I'm good.

-Are you sure?
I made it myself.

-Pick a card, any card.

Woman from Cleveland out here
to settle her father's estate.

-Buy something nice for Linda.

-Use it by day after tomorrow.

-Jesus!

Making her go to council
over a fucking egg trick?

-Well, she messed up.
She always does.

-Yeah.
Still, it's bullshit.

-He took two of our parlors --
East Hollywood and Van Nuys.

-That's a year of high school
for Nick, those two parlors.

-East Hollywood's no loss.

The Thais don't use us.

The Armenians would kill us
if we got anything wrong.

And the junkies,

well, they all know
what their future is.

Van Nuys is gonna hurt.

-Let me guess.

After he scolded you,

he gave you
a couple of credit cards?

-Yeah, same as usual.

-All right.
Be home soon.

-I got to call you back.

Why the hell
are you following me?

What the hell do you want?

-Interfering piece of shit!

Why the fuck did you tell Amanda
I was cheating on her?!

-I want you awake
for the next 14 hours.

You get nauseated, dizzy,
start seeing double,

you get someone
to bring you back here.

-Hey.
Are you all right?

-Oh, yeah, I'm -- I'm fine.
It looks worse than it is.

-And keep that dry.

He has a linear fracture along
the frontal bone of his skull.

There doesn't seem to be
any bleeding.

He has a mild concussion.

-You told me.

"Try out your progressives
at home first

before you use them."

I stepped out of the car

and the ground looked
a mile away.

-There's not much to do for
the fracture but let it heal.

You'll have to keep a close eye.

There's a cliff effect
with this kind of injury.

-Cliff effect?

-Cruising along, feeling fine,
then suddenly...

you go off a cliff.

-I'll take care of him, Doctor.

My husband's not going off
any cliffs.

80 bucks a session
for a tarot reading,

you get your head kicked in.

-Jealous boyfriends
are a hazard of the trade.

-Charlie.

What are we doing?

-What?

-We've been fucking around

with this small-time shit
for 15 years.

I want to go after
Nadine Davies.

-Who?
-The woman from San Marino.

Look at this.

-You followed her?

-Look at that house.
Look at that car.

She could go half a million.

Maybe more.

Mark like that...

it's a new life for us.

-I'll take it to Fonso.

What?
You know how this works.

My sister did
one bloody egg scam -- one --

short, nothing to it.

She had her head bashed in
and she has to go to council.

This, what you're talking about,

Fonso would have a hole
in the Mojave Desert

waiting for our two
mangled bodies.

It's not worth it.

-Not worth it?

How it works is Fonso throws
us scraps -- if we're lucky.

You used to be somebody else,

somebody who wouldn't settle
for scraps.

-Some people just don't want
as much as you do.

-'Cause they're bitches.

And bitches are assholes.

-Who's this?

-Must be the hypnotist.

-Hypnotist?

-Greg Willamette
from the Mirage recommended her.

Said she's fantastic.

I figured in case

we're gonna have to get rid
of Ted or something.

-I guess my sister
would be the "or something."

Hypnotist.

Craig still as hard
to work for as ever?

-Some people have problems
with him.

We always got along.

-Carlo still making
the lion disappear?

Craig said you built that trick.

I think it's amazing.

-I sold that trick to Ford
and they use it

at auto conventions
with a Mustang.

Not a lion, of course.

-I would think
talent like yours,

you'd still be in Vegas.

-Wyrick builds his own.

Copperfield and Blaine,
they use Wilner.

You're not on that level,

it's mostly just cruise-ship
magicians and conventions.

Cruise-ship guys, they don't
get a lot of repeat business.

They just buy once.

Uh...conventions,
well, these days,

they're more into some old
rock band from their glory days.

Would you like
something to drink --

water or a soft drink
or something?

I'm really thirsty.

-You just think you're thirsty
'cause of your head.

Maybe it's just my head.

-You want to tell me
what happened?

-If you want to get
into this business,

there will be some hazards.

Angry boyfriends,
stuff like that.

-I want to get
into this business.

-I have to admit, uh,

I'm not a big believer
in hypnosis in my line of work.

-Your head doesn't hurt now.

-No, my head doesn't hurt.

-Client comes in for a reading.

The hypnotic state
suggests a certain trust,

a certain opening up,

a certain surrender.

-Yeah.

-And you're thinking,

maybe this once,
you'll try a hypnotist.

-Get the fuck out of here.

My husband's vulnerable
right now.

You come in here,
you take advantage of that?

It's unethical.

Bring him out.

Now.

-It's all right, Charlie.

-Would you like
something to drink --

water or a soft drink
or something?

-If I can do this to him,

imagine what I can do
to your marks.

-They're not marks.
They're our valued clients.

-Look, I've had a lot of
experience in the supernatural.

I-I did a medium show
in Reno for six months.

-We don't talk to the dead.

And we don't hire potheads.

You're unreliable.

Lollipops?

-Excuse me.

-Tell Greg we send our best.

-Can I have my pot back?

-No.

-Charlie?

What happened to you?

-Oh, this?
I'm -- I'm fine.

-Did Fonso do that to you?

-No, no. Uh...

Can I talk to you for a minute?

-It's not about business, is it?

That would mean
you went over my son.

-No, it's about my sister.

And she screwed up,
and it's unfortunate.

-You want to save her
from council, don't you?

-Yes. Rita, she is family,
and if there's anybody

who understands family,
it's you.

-Family?
Family's more than blood.

Look. Look.

It's about honor.

It's about reputation,
and I defend it

the same way anyone would feed
a snake -- through sacrifice.

-My parlors have earned for you,

and I've never caused you
a headache,

and I've never kept a secret.

Now, if I've earned
any amount of trust with you,

let it count now.

-My Fonso has ruled.
There's nothing I can do.

-Fonso is not the real boss.

You are, and I know that.

-Careful, Charlie.

Perception is ours to play with,
not yours.

Everybody likes you, Charlie.
You're an honest liar.

You're about as good a man
as any thief,

so tonight when I go to bed
and hit the pillow,

I'll think about your sister.

That's it.

-Thank you.

-Charlie.

Don't ever appeal
to my soft side again.

Some people get a lot of mileage
about being good.

I don't.

-What'd you do to your head?

-A man hit me
because I told his girlfriend

that he was cheating on her.

-Was he?

-He hit me hard enough.
Seatbelt.

-Katherine's a vegan now.

Can't use butter,
chicken stock.

-Can if you don't tell her.

-That's disrespectful.

-Katherine's a vegan now.

Can't use butter
or chicken broth.

-Can if you don't tell her.

-That's disrespectful.

-Dad.

Dad?

Dad?!

-Hey. What's going on?

-Your dad got hit in the head.

Kicked, actually, earlier today.

He seemed fine,
and then this afternoon,

he collapsed
in the grocery store.

-Is he okay?

-We're waiting to find out.

-Are you okay?

-Yeah. I'm okay.

-Should I tell my mom?

-We'll see what the report is.

-They shouldn't have called you.

-Hey.

-How's your new job?

-Boring as hell.

Bunch of computer geeks,
but the money's good.

-How are you feeling?

-I'm right as rain.
Sorry I scared you.

-Yeah, well, you did.

-So, the C. T. scan is normal,

and there's no swelling
or bleeding.

He's got baseline orientation,
his pupils are equal.

Bone pictures still look good.

-What does that mean?

-It means your father's fine.

-Why'd he fall on his face?

-I don't know.

Medically,
there's been no change.

Other than this,
anything unusual happen today?

-Not that I can think of.

-Look, I'm gonna give you
the name of a neurologist

in case you want a consult.

She's a bit unorthodox,
but head trauma's her specialty.

Now, these are discharge
instructions.

No narcotics.

You want to keep him
well-hydrated.

If he gets nauseous or dizzy,
you got to come back and see me.

Otherwise, you are good to go.

-Thanks, Doc.

Let's get out of here.

-Oh, honey.

It's okay.
Deep breaths.

Eight, seven, six, five.

This is good.
This is what we're waiting for.

Oh, honey, it's okay.
Deep breaths.

Eight...

-Bitch, give me that pencil!

Give me that pencil!
Give it to me!

No, you don't.

You did.

Pencil, bitch.
Give me that pencil!

Give me that pencil!
Give it to me!

-The medical term
is cholesteatoma.

You would be surprised
how much the brain

depends on good hearing.

The medical term
is cholesteatoma.

You would be surprised
how much the brain

depends on good hearing.

So, in very simple terms,

you just have a little bit
of extra skin

growing in the middle
of your ear.

-Dad?

What's wrong?

-Hmm?

Oh.

Uh...nothing.

Uh, nothing.
I was -- I was just, um...

How's, uh --
How's your new job?

-Why don't you
take your brother home?

-Yeah. Why?

-Uh, your dad and I
just need to go see someone.

-Okay.

-Hey.

What? Ow!

Ow!

Fuck, dude!

-I really do need to know
what you did to my husband.

Fuck yeah, that is nice.

You know what, don't tell me.

I could stay here all night.

-You put some sort of whammy
on me, didn't you?

-Just a little suggestion.
For later.

-And then I'd what,
collapse in a supermarket?

-What? No.

-That's it.
Don't tell.

I swear.

I swear.

I just, you know,
wanted to open him up a bit.

I was gonna call tonight,
a few key words,

and you would decide to hire me.

And then when you got angry
about it,

I would say what I said before.

If I can make Charlie hire me,

imagine what I could do
to the marks.

-That's it?
You didn't program me

to go off
like some kind of time bomb?

-I don't have
those kinds of skills.

-Hold her tight.

-Oh, no, no.
We're done.

She didn't do this.

-I'm not done.

-Linda.

-Next time,
I'll bring more toys.

-Ow! Fuck!

-You could've let me go further,
you know?

With the hypnotist.

-Didn't seem necessary.

-Could've had a lot more fun.

-You worried
about the Gypsy council?

-Yeah.
We got to get going.

-What the hell?

-Angry boyfriend.

-Ah. Been there.

Of course, if it had been me,
you wouldn't be sitting up.

But you're okay?

-Yeah.
Small concussion or something.

-Oh. How many fingers?

Hey.

Hey, Drina.
Come here.

You let Nick drink?

-He's too young.
Hasn't come up yet.

-She's younger.

Harvard fuckin' Westlake, huh?

All those Hollywood kids,
they're a bad influence.

Ahh.

Where's your sister?

-I don't know.
Maybe she's hitting the scotch.

Go to your room.

-What do you think
about the shower of spit?

It's an old Gypsy tradition.

Dates back, uh...

to this morning
when I made it up.

-You people scare me.

- Oh, well.

That's pretty much
the point, yeah?

Your sister's not done.

-We're letting her go.

-Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
That's not what I meant.

-Fonso said you wouldn't --

-Oh, I love my son,
but he's a pussy.

Come.

-Come.

-Charlie.

What the hell?
Charlie!

Charlie!

-Charlie? Charlie? Charlie?

Charlie!

-We are the Marks family.
We are Machvaya.

We don't want you to forget
who we are.

-Charlie!

-She knew the rules.

-Gonna be a hell of a war wound.

-You just stood there.
My own fucking brother.

-It's the world
we live in, Sylvia.

-You know what that was about.

That was that cunt reminding us
to stay in our place.

-We got to get away
from those people.

-I've told you more than once

what you can do,
what was off limits.

-Fuck your limits.
You set your goals too low.

-Aim low, you never get hurt.

-Aim low, you never get shit.

At least customers like a scar.

Lends to the mystery.

-You are out of the business.

You don't have the temperament.

-I see a chance, I take it.

-Like I said.

-I don't get my parlor back?

-You're going back to Vegas
first thing tomorrow.

-So, you've asked me to bring
something of my son's.

I've got it right here.

Charlie.

Charlie?
-Yeah.

-This is his favorite shirt.

What do you do with that,
anyway?

-Sometimes it just gives me

a sense of what
we're dealing with.

Sometimes that's enough.

Your son's a Judas Priest fan?

-It's my fault.

I'm a classic-rock guy.

-The medical term
is cholestea...

-He used to dance up a storm
to "Devil's Child."

Now he's not so into music.

-Get down!

Linda, get away from the window!

-Stay down.

Shit.

Are you all right?

-Yeah.

Linda, you okay?

-Yeah. You?

-Yeah.

You should go, and we'll --
we'll take care of this.

Check his hearing.

-What?

-Your son doesn't
have Asperger's.

He has something in his ear

that's causing him
a lot of hearing loss.

-No shit?

-No shit.

-I won't forget this.
Any of this.

-What do we tell the police?

-I got this.

He drives a white van.

Says "Firm and Tight"
on the side, big muscle arm.

Amanda Tims is his girlfriend.
She'll know where to find him.

-So, we pick this guy up,
you'll testify?

-Of course.

-All right.

-You all right?

-I don't get it.

You save the guy's life,
then you throw it all away?

Ear infection?

What if you're right?

-I am right.

-Asperger's cure
could've run for a few months.

-Well, maybe it won't hurt
to have a gangster on our side.

-Best year we ever had.

$96,000.

Go over to Fonso's house,
there are half a dozen cars

that cost more than that
sitting in his driveway.

-I feel your pain.

-He used to be another man,
my Charlie.

You should've seen him.

-You always burn people
the first time you meet them?

-Hm.

Only when I want to leave
a mark.

-Glad you didn't bring
your husband this time.

-So, the guy who shot up
the house

was the angry boyfriend?

The same guy
who kicked you in the head?

-Seems like it.

-What do you mean,
seems like it?

-Your mother and I work
with some unhappy people.

That's the nature
of any self-help industry.

-Especially one based
on bullshit.

-Hey, that bullshit
puts clothes on your back

and food on the table.

-Why can't you
just have a normal job

where people
aren't trying to kill you?

-Nick, we were victims
of a crime.

The important thing
is you weren't home

and your mom and I are fine.

-Tell that to the mailman.

-Gumbo's still hot.

-I'm good.

-Hey, why don't you give
your mom and I a minute, okay?

-I got homework.

-Is he all right?

-Yeah. See how it had to be
his idea to leave the room?

-Ah.

What's this?

-Nadine Davies is married
to Adam Davies,

president and C. E. O.
of Playa Verde Capital,

which owns offices and shopping
centers throughout the country.

Nadine Davies herself,
former Nadine Kirby,

daughter of Preston Kirby.

He made his millions,
as far as I can tell,

in oil and gas.

She and her husband were married

at the Bel Air Country Club
in 1991,

of which Adam is now president.

-Meaning?

-We have a very big whale
on our hands.

Thank you very much.

I want to take her down.

-What about Fonso?

Those his-and-hers holes

that he has waiting for us
in the desert.

-I'll handle him.

-What happened to you?

-I'm done being someone's bitch.