Welcome to Chippendales (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Switzerland - full transcript

I want you to repeat after me.

Things are going incredibly well.

It is a win-win, my friend.

Things are going incredibly well.

My company was just featured
on national television.

My company was just featured
on national television.

It will be ugly, Steve.
Blood will spill.

Everything you've worked
so hard to build will be in jeopardy.

Business is booming.

Business is booming.

When you're the king,
there's gonna be snakes in the grass.



People wanna take you down.

I, Ray Colon, offering my everlasting
oath of loyalty.

I live in a big,
beautiful house,

and I'm not going to blow it
on some silly little slight.

I'm not going to blow it
on some silly little slight.

Nick! Nick!

What did you do with that money?

- He's guilty.
- Sure seems that way.

One problem.
There's no hard evidence.

Don't worry about that. Any of that.

Steve!

Steve Banerjee in the house, man.

It's good to see you.

Oh, man, it's good to see you.



Have a seat.

- Good to see you.
- It's been too long.

- You look good.
- You look good, too.

- Yeah?
- Hello.

Guten a bend.

English menu?

How did you know?

Thank you very much, love.

I see why you wanted to meet here.
This town...

It's charming. It's charming as fuck.
I feel like I'm in that movie.

What movie?

The one with the kids
and the British lady

running around the mountain
singing and shit.

Anyway, how's everything? How's life?

Uh, fine.

- Fine?
- Yes.

Man, the things you must be seeing. Huh?

- What do you mean?
- Chippendales.

World tour. You been to Italy yet?

Next month. Milan, Naples.
Three nights in Rome.

Italy, man.

I hear the ladies there
is like half a million Sophia Lorens.

You okay?

You keep looking around
like you're waiting for somebody.

No.

Where did that lady go?
The lady who gave us the menu.

Shouldn't she be giving us water?

- You need to chill.
- Why is a different man

- giving us...
- Chill.

Yeah.

I think someone is following me.

- Who?
- I don't know.

- You seen someone?
- Not...

If you ain't see nobody follow you,

how do you know somebody following you?

It's just a feeling, man.
Strange things are happening.

I saw the same man three times today.
Three times!

In my hotel room,
the power went out for two hours.

I ordered butterscotch gelato
and they gave me peach.

Could be culture shock.

- Culture shock?
- Yeah, man.

Things are different here.
They call shampoo "shampooing."

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are unfortunately experiencing

a mechanical issue with our kitchen.

If you've just arrived or ordered
and not yet received your meal,

I'm afraid we will not be able
to accommodate you.

Sincerest apologies.

- What happened?
- I guess we gotta go.

- Someone is fucking with me.
- Nobody is.

Nobody shuts down a restaurant
while people are sitting there.

I got a menu.
Why would they shut it down?

This doesn't make sense

Without power,
how they gonna cook the food?

I don't like it. I have to go.
I should not have met you.

Look, let's go to my hotel, man.

It's right across the street.

There's a mini bar.
We have some beers, right?

Keep talking. You know,
total privacy, man. Just you and me.

Let's keep talking, man.

Be nice to catch up.

Mmm.

Shit.

Beer in Europe is crisp, man!

This whole city is crisp.

Like, how they keep it so clean?

You know, I'm not complaining.
I enjoy discovering new lands and shit.

You know, I don't understand why
I had to schlep this far, but...

- Schlep?
- Schlep. It's Yiddish or Jewish.

For like, drag your ass somewhere.

My sister-in-law's from Long Island.

I appreciate you coming all this way.

The phone lines, you know,
they're not safe.

You think they tapped your phone?

I can't rule it out.

So I guess
the million dollar question is,

you still want me to go through with it?

Tell me what happened.

You mean in London?

Yes, in London.

What happened? What went wrong?

You really want to know?

- I'm asking.
- Yeah, well, uh...

Yeah.

So, I go to the theater, right?

And I got everything set up.

I got everything with me.
A gun, bullets. A brick, just in case.

- Right?
- Okay.

I was gonna do it just like
you told me to.

Wait in the shadows

by the side exit
until the dancers come out.

And then...

There was a parade.

- A parade?
- Yeah.

You know, a parade.

Come on!

Yes, I know what a parade is, Ray.

Yeah, and somewhere
amidst all that chaos...

I lost it.

You lost what?

The gun!

- You lost the gun?
- There was a parade.

How do you lose a gun?

Cause' I was getting knocked around.

- You don't know...
- What is wrong with you?

I just got off the plane.

- I got jetlag.
- Jetlag?

What? How do you lose a gun
in a fucking parade?

All right. I'm sorry, okay?

- Did you get anything right?
- I'm trying here.

- You failed!
- Okay.

I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise.
I'm gonna make this right.

I will not accept the other half
of the money until I finish the job.

Obviously.

And if I fail, I'll give you back
every cent you've given me.

- That's right.
- That is $37,500,

half of the 75k you offered
to take out the three Adonis dancers.

The other half payable upon
completion of the job, right?

Huh?

Right?

- Who is calling you?
- I don't know.

- You don't know anyone in Switzerland.
- I know.

- Who could be calling you?
- I don't know.

- Are you going to answer it?
- I don't know.

Answer it.

Hello.

No, no one by that name.

Yes. Okay, no problem.

Who was that?

Front desk got our room
confused with another room.

- What the fuck is going on?
- Nothing.

- Why are all these phones ringing?
- Front desk,

- they're looking for someone.
- In multiple rooms?

I don't know. I don't care.
And it's whatever.

- They're onto us.
- No one is onto us.

- They can hear us.
- No one hears us.

These walls are thick.

Did you know Switzerland has
the thickest walls in the world?

- It's fucking cold, man. Look.
- I don't like this.

- I'm leaving.
- Hey, man. You need to relax, okay?

Have a beer.

I don't drink beer.

- A whiskey, then.
- I don't want whiskey.

Come on. We always drink whiskey.

No, we don't.

You and me, we drank whiskey together.

We don't drink whiskey together.

Yes, we did at the club.

We had whiskey together
on more than one occasion.

I don't remember that.

We drank whiskey together.

We drank whiskey together.

- No.
- Yes, we did.

After the calendar.

After the time
I committed arson for you.

We drank whiskey together.
We shared a fellowship, Steve!

I mean, what the shit, man?

You and I drank whiskey every so often.

And I like that we did. I fucking did.
I wouldn't have done

all the dirty shit I did for you
if I didn't fucking like you.

Do you see that?

Do you understand
what I am trying to tell you?

Let's have a drink, man.
Like the old days.

Like the good old fucking days, man.

Okay.

There you go.

There you go.

To the good old days!

- We did have some good times.
- Hmm.

Yeah.

We did.

I miss it.

Remember that time the sprinkler broke

right in the middle of It's Raining Men?

I do remember that.

They all thought
it was part of the show.

They loved it.

Yup. I gotta be honest...

When it first happened,

I thought it was part
of the show, too.

You did?

The timing, it was too perfect.

That's right! It was just as
the dancers popped their umbrellas.

But when the alarm went off,
I was like...

- The women went crazy.
- ...wait a second.

Rain coming down from the sky.

In the middle of the fucking club!

How long is this going to go on?

Patience.

He's getting there.

We've come this far.

What's another couple hours?

You him?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, come on.

Get out. I gotta go.

You're under arrest, motherfucker!

Get on your knees, you fucking prick.

I'll blow your fucking head off.

You're looking
at 15 to 20, easy.

Unless you give us something.

Something fucking good.

Garriola.

I don't even know that guy.

Really? Then explain this.

Thirteen calls to him in the weeks
leading up to Nick's murder.

That is a hell of a lot
of wrong numbers, isn't it?

You want to tell us something
about Steve Banerjee,

or do you want to rot in jail forever?

He's a handyman
for the club whose services

- apparently include arranging hits.
- And the occasional arson job.

Still doesn't
solve your problem.

- What problem is that?
- Hard evidence linking Banerjee

to the De Noia murder.

Without a smoking gun
or a taped confession...

Funny you should mention it.

- You got the murder weapon?
- The other one.

- You have him on tape?
- No, but we will.

The dancer hit.
He wants Colon to try again.

He's flying him to Switzerland
to talk it over.

We just want to tag along.

I don't like any of this.
I should not have agreed to meet you.

Look, Steve, let's go to my hotel, man.

- It's across the street.
- They're on the move.

There's a mini bar.
We have some beers, right?

Keep talking. You know,
total privacy, man. Just you and me.

Let's keep talking, man.

Be nice to catch up.

Can I tell you something?

- Sure.
- Those early years?

Best years of my life, man.

You and me,

Mrs. Banerjee, Denise...

Nick.

It's better now.

Revenue has never been higher.

Double-digit growth
for four years straight.

I have clubs in four cities,
tours spanning three continents.

Next year, we're going to Asia.

Tokyo, Singapore, maybe even China.

But don't you ever get lonely?

- Lonely?
- Back then it was all of us. Now...

That makes it even more impressive.

The fact that I'm doing it
all by myself.

That's true.

That's how it started, right?
With just me.

I thought of it. Without me,
there is no Chippendales.

You ever hear from Irene?

What does she have to do with it?

I was just wondering.

It has been some time.

How's your daughter? You see her much?

She's seven years old.

Seven already.

She's crazy about horses.

Daddy gonna buy her one?

You know you got
nothing to apologize for.

- What?
- The stuff you did.

You had your reasons.

- Of course I did.
- Steve...

You can talk to me.

I'm your friend.

What do you mean?

I can see that things
are weighing on you.

Nothing is weighing on me.

I refuse to believe that.
A man's gotta have a conscience.

You ever done therapy?

- Therapy?
- Yeah, I've done it a few times.

- It really works.
- I know nothing about therapy.

It's incredible.

What you do is,
you take what you're feeling, right?

Whatever's weighing on you.
And you say it out loud.

Why would you do that?

Because the act of saying it out loud
makes it go away.

It's like a magic trick, right?

You say it out loud and... Poof!

It's gone off your chest forever.

You don't feel it anymore ever again.

- So silly.
- It's not.

- I'm telling you, bro. It works. Try it.
- What?

- Right now. Try it.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about saying the stuff
you feel bad about out loud.

That's okay.

- What's the harm?
- No, thanks.

It's just me. You're not gonna say
something I don't already...

No.

Okay.

I'mma go. I'mma do therapy because I got

some things I gotta get off of my chest.

- So, back in London...
- Yes?

I didn't lose the gun.

- What?
- And there was no parade.

- There was no parade?
- I made it up.

All of it.

I never went to the theater.
I never even left the hotel.

Is this some kind of joke?

I chickened out, man.
I didn't have the balls to do it.

- So you just lied to me.
- That's what I'm confessing.

How could you do this to me?

I'm baring my soul here, man!

You idiot!

I trusted you, and you betrayed me.

- Betrayed you?
- Yes.

I didn't want to do it
in the first place!

You forced me into it.

- I didn't force you.
- I was scared if I said no,

you'd kill me,
just like you killed Nick De Noia.

Come on, Steve. Acknowledge.

Give me back my money.

What money?

- The half.
- For the hit on the three dancers?

- Yes, you idiot.
- Don't call me that.

That's what you are.
An idiot who can't get anything right.

I got the Nick De Noia hit right.

You were just the middleman.
Anybody could have done that.

- Not true.
- It's true.

I had money.
He had the gun and the balls.

- You had nothing.
- So what?

You just needed someone
to get money from you to him.

- Yes.
- The murder wasn't traced back to you.

- Yes.
- So they wouldn't know

you're the one who ordered
the hit on Nick.

Yes, you idiot!

Yes, yes!

What are you doing?

- Come on, y'all.
- Ray?

- What are you doing?
- Don't leave me hanging, is that it?

Steve...

Steve, what are you doing, man?

Steve, you're going
straight-up crazy, a'ight?

What are you doing?

Steve, I wouldn't do that to you.

You're freaking me out, already.
Would you stop, Steve?

I'm sorry, boss.

- Freeze!
- Get on the fucking ground.

Let me see your fucking hands.

I'm sorry.

Shit. I mean, this is bad.

I mean, you're facing charges that could

- put you away for life.
- But you'll defend me.

You'll get me out of this.

No, you don't want me defending you.

Not on this. You need a top
criminal defense attorney.

- Who?
- I'll get you some names.

Have you spoken with Irene?

- Have you?
- No, she...

She doesn't want to know me.

If things don't go well for me,
you'll take care of her?

I'll do my best.

You haven't exactly left her
in the best position, though.

She'll have the company.

- What?
- You're being charged under RICO.

RICO?

Racketeer Influenced
and Corrupt Organizations Act.

- What does that mean?
- It means that Chippendales

has been classified
as a criminal organization.

- What?
- Which means that the government

has the right to seize all assets
upon your sentencing,

including the business itself.

- They're going to take my company?
- Down to the drink coasters and thongs.

But in the divorce settlement,

I said Irene, if anything happens to me,
Irene gets the company.

That's what the settlement says.

- That is all out the window now.
- But she did nothing wrong.

She didn't even know about this.
I did this.

She didn't know about this.

I did this. This was me.

She didn't know about this.
She didn't do anything wrong.

Stop it. You deserve everything you got.

Oh, that's right.

You never saw this. That's why we had to
do a closed casket.

Here's the thing I don't get, Steve.

You know, I get killing me.

I mean, I don't get it, but I get it.

You were jealous.

I was taking your spotlight,
your money, standard stuff.

But those dancers in London? Come on.

They were ripping me off.

Yeah, there's always
going to be competitors...

- They were ripping me off.
- Like the Electric Tomato?

God. You don't even know what that is.

The club that you burned down
because they were doing

some stupid male stripper night.

You won, Steve. You fucking won!

The war was over.

You conquered your rivals,
you vanquished your foes.

But somehow, you didn't get the memo.

When you're someone like me,
you can't stop fighting.

Aw.

Someone like you.

Outsider, underdog, immigrant.

I see. You can't make an American dream
omelet without breaking a few eggs.

Yes. Yes.

You know, I said it before
and I'll say it again.

You, Steve Banerjee,
are one fucked-up dude.

I am sorry you feel that way.

Everyone feels that way.
Everyone who's ever met you.

Including Irene.

- Irene, Irene, Irene.
- Leave her out of this.

She's going to be left with nothing.
All because you needed everything.

She'll be fine.

In what fucking universe?

I'm sorry. It's upsetting.
We don't have to talk about her.

The reality is... You fucked her.

Oh, man, you fucked her good.

She'll be fine.

Single mother,

business empire snatched away,
all because you had to take out

three random-ass strippers?

I will take care of her.

- I will handle it.
- No, there's no handling this one,

Stevie Boy. You can't put out a hit
on the American criminal justice system.

The moment you're sentenced,
the government takes it all.

She'll be left with nothing.

Please go.

Just go.

I'm already gone.

- How was your weekend?
- Fantastic.

Did absolutely nothing.

That's my kind of weekend,
when the wife lets me get away with it.

Hear that.

Hurry!

I got it. No, I got it.

Damn it. Give me a little more slack.

Shit. Jesus Christ.

Who the hell is this guy?

Steve Banerjee.
He invented Chippendales.

That guy?
Chippendales?

Man. Doreen,
she fucking loved that place.

- Well done tonight.
- Thanks, boss.

Bobby! One Coke.

One Coke, boss.

Thank you, Bobby.

- Hey, fantastic look.
- I know!

Irene!

Hey.

- Thank you.
- You know I'll always take care of you.