All language subtitles for I.Hate

Look at
this dick wrinkle.

Where are you
taking me to lunch?

I have to head over to midtown.

They find something?

No.

Just a meeting.

Same shit.

All right, all right.

Tomorrow night, though,

don't go fucking
bailing on me this time.

It'll be good for you.

Who knows, you might
even like this chick.

Nah, probably not.

She's kind of hot,
though, you know?

Hot in that kind of,
keep her eyes open during a BJ

kind of way, feel me?

- I better get going.
- All right.

Here.

What is that, six in a row?

Eight.

Yeah, well,
whatever, dick,

I'm coming for you next month

and you owe me lunch.

Oh, um...
I'm going to be unavailable for the rest of the day.

- Sure, no problem.
- Okay.

Is everything good?
Are you okay?

Yeah.

Finally tracked down the mother.

Molly Kirby.

Wasn't any help.

Said she hadn't
seen him in months,

not sure she'd
tell us if she had.

What about a roommate?

Girlfriend? I mean,
somebody has to have seen him at some point, right?

The problem is,
when they've been this close to the bottom for so long,

it makes it easier
to stay under the radar.

While we appreciate
you wanting to help,

it's best you let us handle it.

Do what you can to move on.

Hey, I know, okay?

I know.

But you got to take it from me,

this shit
will eat you up inside.

Consume you all
together if you let it.

Didn't think
people actually ate these.

Apparently.

You know, we have an
organic section now, it's--

you really shouldn't eat these.
Honestly, I wouldn't even feed them to a dog.

Not that I don't like dogs,
but like, you know.

Yeah, hey, hey, hey!

- Aw.
- That's nice.

Good to see you!

Yes, it's always good
to see you, Claude.

Do you salsa?

Hi everyone, I'm Kyra!

- Hi.
- Welcome.

- Waiting on one more?
- Yes.

- You must be Rylee.
- Yes!

Oh, Riley with an I, Y two E's.

- Oops.
- I know, right?

This is Claude.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So sorry I'm late you guys.

One of the little bastards pissed himself,
so I can't freaking even,

how are you?

- Hi!
- I'm good.

- Huh, both of you.
- Hi.

- Hi, delicious.
- So good to see you!

Good to see you, too!

Soria, this is Claude.
Claude, this is Soria.

Claude.

Rylee has told me everything,

and it's just so...
awful.

It's terrible.

So, no pressure,
let's just do a little dance,

have a little fun,
get down tonight!

- Yeah?
- Okay, let's get started.

No, go back I think.

Okay, better.

Maybe just try
and feel the music,

don't worry so much
about the steps.

Or rhythm.

Not bad.

Not great, either.

Okay, okay, maybe
let's just do a little spin.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

So we're going to step out

- and spin into our partner's arms.
- Okay?

Nice.

Just that easy, ready?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Oh, oopsie, oh, sorry.

And five, six, seven, eight.

- Fuck!
- Oh, you, ah, yeah, that's--

oh, shit, shit,
are you all right?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm fine, fine, fine, fine.

- Are you all right?
- Ah, yeah, s-- shit.

Yeah, I think I just,
uh, she went a little fast

- and I missed my count.
- Yeah, get her up.

- We'll get you up.
- No, you guys, stop. Ah!

Up, up, up, up,
there we go.

- Ah, ow.
- Okay, keep going.

- Oh, God.
- It's okay.

Let's get you to sit down.

- Okay, ah!
- That looks bad.

- You're so strong.
- Oh, yeah.

We're going
to put you right here.

There we go.

Get it, oh, there we go.

I'm fine. I'm fine you guys.

I-- Can I help? Can I get you
some ice or something?

Oh, no, no.

Thanks.

Okay, um.

- Oh, jeez.
- Um, maybe, maybe just some

- Ibuprofen or--
- Yeah, no problem.

I'll grab something.

Or just a ride home
would be nice.

She's on your way,
you should take her.

Sure, yeah, no problem.

Rain check?

Yeah.

How about you two,
you want to finish up?

Uh, well, we're here.

What do you say, Ry Ry, huh?

Olé!

- Here you go.
- All right, here we go.

Let's go, come on.

Ah,
well that's usually the problem though, isn't it?

But I am a pretty good
judge of character.

I can tell a person's appearance
just by looking at them.

- That's impressive.
- Yeah.

What I can't seem to tell is
whether they're married or not.

The last two, oh,
maybe three relationships?

All married guys.
Can you believe that?

I don't know,
maybe it's just they're pent-up primal desires that I'm attracted to?

Or maybe I just have this scent
that attracts married guys?

I don't know.

Is this it?

Oh, yeah.

Are you in a hurry?

- Okay. Yep, sorry.
- Oh, got it. Okay.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, it's uh...

it's just all the way...
at the top.

Yeah, figured.

Okay.

- Okay, ooh!
- Yeah, okay.

Oh, shit. Ah!

Maybe if you just,
we just power through

real fast then, huh, yeah?

Or not, okay, we'll go slow.

- Ow.
- Oh, okay, are you all right?

- Oh!
- Okay, I'll put you--

- Okay, right here is good.
- Right there, okay.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Okay, so.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Did you bang it out?

Porn?

No, and, uh, no.

- And, uh, no more setups.
- Really?

- Mm-hm.
- Huh. God, I swear

she just smelled horny.

Oh, well, whatever.

Can we talk about
that instructor, though?

What is that all about?

Ah yeah, you know.

Rylee was all like, "Would you please stop poking me with that thing?
What is your problem?"

And I was all like,
"Sorry, sweetheart,

you're just such a sexy dancer!"

She didn't buy it.

She knew it was strange boner.

Hey, where are you going?

Uh, I've got a lunch meeting.

- What?
- Yeah.

Oh, all right.

Don't mind if I do.

Yeah.

Your secret's safe with me.

It's all right.

Thanks.

¶ Ah it's the bait come here ¶

- I'm sorry--
- Stop.

No, listen. Listen, man, you got
to let me tell you, okay?

- I'm just trying to tell you what--
- Stop.

- I'm, I, you got to let me tell you what I was--
- Stop.

I didn't, I didn't--

Enough!

I didn't, I didn't
mean to do it, okay, I, s--

Look, you got to just
let me tell you

what happened! Okay, you got--

What are you
going to do with me, huh?

You going to keep me
down here forever?

What don't you just
fucking get it over with?

There, there really
isn't, but something you know.

- But, but, but, I mean--
- John?

John!

John, this is,
this is what I'm hearing, John.

I'm hearing that
you don't trust me, John.

- That's what I'm hearing.
- No, no, no, that's not.

- No?
- No, I'm telling you.

No, no, stop.

- But it just, I'm going to try--
- Stop, listen.

John, this, this is
what I want you to do.

I want you to call
every shop in town, John.

I want you to take
copious fucking notes, John.

And, and, find that magic,
hocus pocus fucking deal, okay?

And when you realize
that it doesn't exist,

and that what
I'm offering is legit,

then I want you to call me back

so I can tell you
to fuck off, John.

- Oh, is that so?
- You know, you know what? Yeah--

since I'm a busy guy, I'm going
to save us both the effort.

Fuck off, John.

You know what?
You're right, you're right.

The offer's fair, I trust you.
You've been a straight shooter with me and I,

- I'll tell her we're going with you.
- Good.

Then send in your shit.

You should ask her out.

Who?

What, the instructor?

Yeah, Kyra.

Kyra, Kyra.

Uh, oh, Kyra, oh, oh, Kyra!

Just saying her name gives me
a fucking mouthgasm, dude.

I was so mad at Ry
the other night,

I started thinking about her
while we were having sex.

Oh, it was nice.

Super quick, though. Um, just in, out...
right on her stomach.

- Ugh, how do you, how do you--
- What,

oh, dude,
that shit goes both ways.

Trust me, that's why it works.

I promise you,
as far as she's concerned,

I was Channing fucking Tatum
digging her out,

going deep, giving her
the old Magic Mike.

I don't care.

You know, you,
you are like some kind of

poetic yet filthy savant,
you know that?

Whoa, I like that.

Come on, ask her out.

- Not happening.
- Ugh, come on dude, I know it's weird

and there's some unwritten rule,

but I, I got to say man,
half the time I don't know

what to say or
how to act around you.

In fact, what I do know
is that I am of zero help

or comfort to you most
of the time, all the time!

Ugh, dude, you are
fucking miserable.

And she wouldn't
want it like that.

Hi... Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Claude, right?
Friend of the Rileys?

Yeah, that's me, yeah.

So, can I help you?

Yes, yeah, um, yeah,
I, I was, um,

I was thinking about, um,
getting back in to it, maybe?

You know, uh, just, just, uh,
just a couple of lessons.

Lessons, you want salsa lessons?

Yeah or, um, you know
I-- I've always been interested

in the, um, the foxtrot.

Foxtrot?

- Uh, that's a shame.
- It is?

Yeah, I mean after you
pussed out the other day

and did that whole duck
and cover drive away thing?

I thought maybe this time you'd, uh,
sacked up to ask me out.

What?

No, I didn't,
what are, I, I, I didn't.

- I did.
- You did.

I did, yeah, I, that--

um, would you, would you like
to have dinner with me?

Sometime, um,
in the, in the near future?

Yeah, I would.

Sometime in the near future.

Okay.

- Well?
- Molly Kirby?

- You got her.
- I wonder if I could talk to you about your son, Logan?

Look, I done told you, motherfuckers,
I haven't seen him.

I'm not with the motherfuckers.

You're a real
funny asshole, huh?

I just want to talk.

I'm sure you're not
fucking shocked to find out

that I wasn't the most
nurturing of mothers, hm?

Tough love, you know?
It's good for kids.

What about the, uh, his dad?
Is he still around?

You're fucking kidding, right?

Is this some sort
of talk show shit?

- You're right.
- Just line them up and point and, uh, there you go.

Call Maury. Congratulations,
you are the father.

What about as a kid?

- What was he like?
- What was he like as a kid?

I don't fucking know.
He was a fucking kid!

What are you writing, uh,
a biographical or something?

Hm? You, you got some
rich guy guilt?

- No, I'm not, um, I'm not, uh, writing--
- Well then what the,

what the fuck?

What are you after?

I--

I don't know.

What, are you lonely?

Because that's maybe
something I can help with.

No.

No, thank you.

He says, "No, thank you."

You are a funny asshole.

You still haven't told me
why you're looking for him.

Logan, he, um...

He--

- I'm wasting my time.
- Hey, oh, what's your name?

It's Claude.

Hey, buddy.

Got John's package back.

It's a big one.

I'm proud of you.

Great, thank you.

Um--

Just, uh, double check
the signatures and...

...um, leave it on my desk.

- All right.
- Okay.

Yep.

Ah, there he is!
Yeah, yeah, what, what!

I got to run,
I'll call you later.

Oh, oh, oh, bro, I need a solid!

Wife's got us going to this wine
and paint bullshit tonight,

I need a wing man.
You ever heard of that garbage?

- I can't, not tonight.
- Brother, it's wine and painting!

What if I grow a vagina? Please,

- please, please, please, please.
- I have a...

- Please.
- ...I have a thing.

- A, a thing?
- Yeah.

Like a, like a thing thing?

Yeah, a thing thing.

Oh, with who who?

Kyra.

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

It technically, um, technically
this is, uh, this is fusion.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah. I, uh, I read that, um,

that-- that fusion is...

good for first dates.

Good for first dates,
you, you read that?

Online, yeah.

It's, it's really stupid.
It's so dumb.

So, um, your friends.

- The Rileys?
- Mm-hm.

They're weird.

They really, really are.

I got the feeling

that I was the subject
of some masturbatorial ritual.

- Is that a word?
- I, I think so, yeah.

I think so, or it should be
and, uh, you were.

Oh, God, it's flattering, right?

I don't know, I, you know, he,

he masturbates to those, um,

to those hamburger commercials,

- Oh, my God.
- So--

Okay.

You know, my ex was like that.

I used to catch him,
like, every other day.

- Really?
- Really. We used to go through paper towels by the dozen.

Always in front of a mirror.

- Fetish thing.
- Fetish, um, the, the paper towels?

No... the mirrors.

A nightmare in fitting rooms.

Yikes.

It was cato-something-philia.

Married and divorced
within a year.

How about you, ever married?

Yeah.

Okay and?

You know all about
my pud whacking ex.

Out with it.

What, divorced?

Did it get ugly?

Oh, lesbian?

Come on, please
tell me she went taco!

Yes? So, what did she go butchy
or like TV porn pretty?

She passed away.

Um.

Oh, shit. Ah, shit.

I don't, I don't know what--
I don't what to say, um--

Tell me you're joking, you--

You're fucking with me?

Oh, my God.

Um, how long?

Eight months.

Eight? This, uh--

Is, is that enough time?

- Oh.
- Well, I, I don't know. Um.

I don't know
if there's uh, like a,

you know a set, like a set
or, or definitive.

No, no, no, no, okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I, I'm just
really bad at this.

And I, and I, um...

Could we, could we
just get out of here?

Okay, yeah, yeah, no problem.

No, no, no, no,
I, I still want to hang.

I mean if you do.

It's just, I, I fucked this up,

and, and the smell of this fusion.

- And, and the lesbian thing, and--
- Yeah, honestly, look,

um, there's, there's no way
you could have known.

Okay.

Um, I'm sorry, you,
you had something else planned?

Um.

Yeah, I, yeah.

Get out of here though.

As a kid, when I'd get
all messy, my dad

would always like lick a napkin

and wipe my face with it.

Oh, yeah, I remember that.
And the, uh,

this smell of his own spit.

And, ugh.

It must be like a...

A weird,
instinctual dad thing, yeah?

- Hm.
- Yeah.

Wow.

Yup, that's it!

Thank you very much for
helping me relive that trauma.

This date, bad food, ice cream,

I feel like I'm 15
and you're going to try

and feel me up at any minute.

Nah, I, I, I thought, um, a bit
of nostalgia would be fun.

Mm-hm. So, what's next,
putt putt and making out

on the Kingdom of the Dinosaurs ride?

Ah, second date.

Hm, that's usually
when I go for boob, too.

So, you're safe tonight.

- Hm.
- Yeah.

Wow, that you know,
it used to take me like hours

to work up
to that kind of courage.

I feel so cheap.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

Here you go.

Go on.

Just a quick feelsy, only fair.

Boop.

Yeah?

- Mm-hm.
- That's it?

How was it?

- It's good.
- Good?

Great, it was, um, awesome.

Awesome boob,
very, very enjoyable, yeah.

- How was mine?
- Hm.

Small little bee sting.

I like a handful, big nipples.

Hm.

Well, uh, thank you
for the throw back.

You're welcome, yeah.

You all right?

Yeah, you're welcome.

- You said that.
- Yeah.

Look, I get if it's too soon.

No, no, no, no, um, it's not.

Um, in fact,
I'd like another try.

Hm, something edible, next time?

I'll think about it.

Thank you.

Man, you okay?

Yo, hey, I'm sorry, look,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Hi.

Hey. Heh--

I had a date tonight.

And, and I en-- enjoyed it.

And I feel awful.

Yeah.

Um, I, uh,
I visited your mother.

My, my mother?

You, you visited her,
what, what's that mean?

She's...

...she's interesting.

Interesting?

You going to call her?

- Should I?
- For sure, yeah.

Isn't there, isn't
there some kind of rule?

Nah, nah, man, nah. See that's,
that's some old school shit.

You should call her.

Hey, how's, how's my mom?

Good.

Worried about you.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, dude, do you mind

the TV maybe?

Here.

And what am I, what am I
supposed to do with this?

Yo, yo.

Yes, yes, I, I deserve that.

Sure, yeah,
yeah, I'm up for that.

Okay.

Yeah, I, no,
I'll swing by, mm-hm.

Okay, easy enough.

Okay, all right,
I'll see you then.

Okay.

All right.

Hey!

Look who's off the dog
food... Remember?

Yeah.

I guess so, yeah.

Thanks to you.

Aw, really?

Awesome.

At least there's progress.

You called her?

She did.

So you've dance before?

Uh, a little. Yeah,
I'm a little rusty, you know.

Yeah, I thought so.

- Yeah.
- Decent moves.

And you can always tell by someone's walk if they have rhythm.

Ah.

So what was it, ballroom?

Tap, maybe?

A little.

Hip hop mostly.

- Fuck off.
- Yeah.

Real life B-Boy.

Shut up, you're such a liar.

No, no.
A little popping, locking.

Okay, challenge.

Challenge accepted.

¶ Stop ¶

¶ Stop ¶

Is that a C Walk?

Yeah.

Yeah, you know, gangsta.

You know, just, uh,
hustling them streets.

Trying to earn that dollar.

Uh, it was, um, yeah,
it was, uh, just for girls,

and to impress girls.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hm.

- Is it working?
- A little bit.

Yeah?

Good, you know, because usually,

actually after I, um,
after I do something like that

I'm like, "yo girl,
you want to freak this?"

Freak?

I completely forgot
about freaking.

Oh, yeah, hm.

Hold that thought.

See what you got.

Mm, yeah, get in there.

Does freaking
always make you this hungry?

- Mm-hm.
- Hm?

Yeah, it's why I was
so fat in high school.

- Huge.
- Hm.

I'm just glad they didn't have that intervention show back then,
you know.

Because my family
would have been like,

"Claude, we love you,

but we're worried
about your freaking.

It's really gotten out of hand."

Same here, but mine
would have been for anal.

My mom was pretty protective.

No, I'm just kidding,
I'm just kidding.

She didn't care. Loved the butt stuff.

No.

Well, again, sorry about that.

That's all right.

Now we know why I choose
restaurants and the movies.

Deal.

Coming in, you weirdo?

I'm all out of Boone's Farm.

- Aw.
- Regular wine okay?

Ha, perfect, yeah.

Mm.

So, how long have you
had the studio for?

I have had the studio
for two years, Claude.

And is it, um, something,
you, you, always wanted?

Yeah. Yeah, I always
wanted to own a shitty

little dance studio
since I was a little girl.

Life goal, complete.

So, it's going well? Um,

- you--
- Just stop.

That's plenty. You can just.

Oh!

Are you okay?

Um--

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God, are you, are you?

I can't.

Oh, my.

How's the book?

It's not bad now that
I'm getting' used to it.

It's a book that
she was reading when I saw her.

The book, um, the first time
I saw her, she was reading it.

That, that book.

Oh.

Well, you know, this, this is
the first book that I ever read.

As in like, the
first time I ever read any book.

You know, that wasn't like
a kiddie book or something.

It felt like I was, uh,
cheating on her.

She was there, and...

...she's on my lap,

and all I can think
about was her.

Yeah.

You know the, um,
the first girl I ever got with

was this red-haired
chick named Martha.

And normally I-- I am not into
shit like that, but you know,

but Martha she was like,
like, damn.

And I was like, whoa.

Skin all creamy and shit.

And I-- I didn't know
what I was doing,

but you know,
Martha she knew some things.

Yeah, she knew some things.

But like ever since her
it's all been downhill.

It was like
nobody is good enough.

You know, nobody
has that magic touch.

So, finally I just,
I started asking girls

to do things
like Martha would do.

You know, I, I wouldn't say like, "Hey,
do it like Martha's doing it."

But I would like
kind of instruct them.

But, you know,
Martha was always there,

in my head when
I was with the others.

So.

Yo, I think you got problems.

What?

The detective guy
is here to see you, ha ha!

So, do you like
being a detective?

Detective McGee?

- Been that long?
- A few years, yeah.

Hey, so did you
find something or...?

Got a call from Molly Kirby.

Right.

She, um, said you stopped by.

Got the impression
you were from our office.

She got, I didn't tell her that.

Why were you there?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

I don't.

Look I get, uh, confused.

Anxious, and, and, and--

frustrated that you know,
you guys haven't.

She said you threatened her.

What, no.

No, absolutely not!

What's that about?

What's what?

I got a bag in the garage.

Just letting off a little steam.

Right.

Well, uh, you should
get some gloves.

You just left,
nothing, not a word?

Mm, no, I, I, I, um.

I, I might have
mumbled something,

and, and, and then
it's all kind of a--

But like her stuff
was out, right?

I...

...might have been crying.

Oh, oh.

But her skin was soft? Her body
tight, like dancer tight?

Hm, I'm sorry, that's totally
fucked up. I'm sorry.

That's terrible, it's terrible.

- The crying, I mean.
- Yes, yeah, I know.

- Thank you.
- It's terrible.

You want some noodles, maybe?

Make it better.

¶ Noodles make you happy ¶

Oh, hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey, I'm, I'm so sorry
about the other night.

No, you, you, you don't have
to, um, apologize at all.

I'm sorry.

Um, you're, uh,

you're wonderful.

And I'm, um,
I'm yeah, I'm, I'm, I'm,

I'm pretty
fucked up right now and,

I like, I, I don't even--

I get it.

I really like you, though.

I like, I mean,
I really like you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, but I, you know, I'd understand,
you know, if af-- after that.

The crying?

So I was actually crying?

Yup.

- Oh, God.
- It was kind of cute.

- Really?
- No.

But, you know, maybe
it'll make a good story someday?

Yeah, something to relive
over and over and over again.

Yeah.

So...

...do you want another round?

That is if I promise not
to try and have sex with you?

I think that's agreeable, yeah.

Then it's a deal.

Deal.

I finished the book.

Cover to cover.

It feels kind of good.

Yeah, I think I know
what you mean. Like,

you know, when the, when pages
get thinner on one side

- and fatter on the other.
- Yeah, exactly, exactly.

I mean, I don't understand
most of the shit,

but like... there's
some funny ass females yo.

And them be like, like,
they fucked up, too,

but like in a way that makes you
say like I get you. You know?

And that
fucking Nancy, right?

Wait, I don't,
I don't remember a Nancy.

Nancy.

- The author?
- Yeah, her.

Oh, my god, dude, she's just
like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam,

just like dropping
one gem after another.

And she's kind
of mean, but like,

like sassy, too,
so it's sexy.

And they supposed to be
all hoity toity and shit,

but they like fucked.

They fucked. All the way.

Kind of tells
you about people, huh?

Yeah.

Shit's wild, man.

Wow!

You weren't kidding.

I have to warn you,
I am very, very good at this.

- Yeah, sure.
- Mm-hm.

What is that?

This is, um...

...my putter.

You bring your own putter?

It's better than the rentals.

No, no way, put it back.

- What, why?
- Who brings their own putter to miniature golf?

No, no it's embarrassing!

No, come on,
it's not embarrassing.

I would rather sit
in front of those teenagers

with you weeping on my breasts
again, before being seen

with a man who
brings his very own

grown-up putter
to miniature golf.

- Oh, well done!
- Thank you.

Mm-hm.

Uh, uh, uh, no, no.

- What?
- You follow that through, there are no gimmes.

All right, PGA,
is that how we're doing this?

You did say were good, right?

¶ When the madness
Rings our ears ¶

Ooh.

¶ I just want to have you ¶

It's pretty
good, though.

¶ Tell me that you want to ¶

¶ With your spark
That turns to gold ¶

Boom!

¶ And your eyes that ¶

¶ Bare your soul ¶

¶ Does it really matter ¶

¶ Tell me what you're after ¶

- ¶ Lights out, baby now ¶
- The hole is this way.

¶ You're mine,
Don't fall behind ¶

- ¶ I love to feel you all over ¶
- Miss!

- Miss it!
- ¶ Don't care what you do ¶

- ¶ I'll light the fire Inside of you ¶
- Hit the ball!

¶ And we can make an explosion ¶

If you get this, I will.

¶ Even when
You've gone too far ¶

- Mm-hm.
- ¶ Will always have my heart ¶

¶ I will hold you closer ¶

Ah!

- Thank you!
- You're welcome.

What?

You are, um--

you are really bad at math.

We tied.

- Yeah.
- Oh, what?

Tiebreaker, biatch!

All right, tiebreaker.

¶ Don't care what you do ¶

¶ I'll light the fire
Inside of you ¶

¶ And we can make an explosion ¶

¶ Lights out, baby now ¶

- Yes!
- Oh, you didn't.

- Beauty!
- Get out of here.

¶ Don't care what you do ¶

¶ I'll light the fire
Inside of you ¶

¶ And we can make an explosion ¶

Ooh, look at those tiny nipples!

Oh, stop!

Awesome time. Sorry you lost.

Oh, yeah, I'm sure
you are, yeah.

You know, if I,
if I'd only had my putter--

You'd be a sad,
sad lonely man with no friends.

I don't know. I think, um, think that little kid,
I think he was into me. He winked, I think.

- No.
- Mm-hm, yeah.

I missed that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, uh, Riley's having
a birthday party tomorrow night

and, technically, I don't have
to get him a present

if you were to show up with me.

Look at you.

First pimping me out to
the golf kid and now this.

And I'd really like it
if you came with me

and I got to spend another
night hanging out with you.

Okay then.

Damn it. I must really,
really like you, too.

- Hm.
- Because I've had actual

nightmares about him and the
things he might do to himself.

Then thank you.

Peace out.

I've been busy.

It's one of my favorites.

It's thick.

- Yeah.
- Nice.

You're
probably right about it.

Fuck, yeah.

I'm telling you, I mean
seriously dude, if my wife--

What, oh.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Kyra tells Tattianna and I

that you are quite the dancer.

She's exaggerating.

- No, I'm not.
- Yeah, she is.

You have moves.

- Downright freak this one.
- Oh, freaky!

Okay, drinks, drinks, refill?

Mule, Cosmo, Cosmo,
Goose and tonic, yeah?

Oh, Goose.

- Riley, why don't you come join me?
- What?

I've got two hands and
we need four drinks, so.

- Okay.
- Come on.

Seriously, you guys
are like a perfect match.

Oh, no, we're just chilling.
You know, with his stuff.

Oh, my god, I know.
And he's like the best.

Like, literally
the best guy ever.

Like, literally
and his wife...

...so super-duper great, too.

- Oh, you, you knew her?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, we, we haven't really
talked about it.

I think it's too much for him.

Well, I just hope
they find that fucker.

I'm sorry, what? Uh, who?

The guy, you know?

They haven't caught him yet.

To think he's still out there.

Claude is like an angel,
because I would be out there with a gun like, seriously.

Ladies.

- Hey.
- Here you go.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

I think I spilled on myself.

At least now, you know,
we'll both be having nightmares.

Right? Honestly, I've never
even seen them like hold hands,

let alone doing
whatever they were doing.

- You okay?
- For sure.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I just, uh,

Tattianna was telling me
about your wife.

I am so sorry.

Well, you could
have just asked me.

No, I didn't, she just
started going, I didn't ask her.

Right.

I wanted you to know
that I want to be here.

However long it takes you,

I want this.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Can we just, um,

can we just talk about Riley
for like, one more second?

Please?

I'm sorry, I didn't want
to think about him just now.

I really didn't, but it's just
what he pulled back there,

it's just come on.

- Come on, drink up.
- Ah, God bless you.

- You'll feel much better.
- Was it embarrassing?

Hi.

- Good morning.
- Ah, yes it is.

Where do you think you're going, Mr?

- Stop.
- I want to know everything.

- Stop.
- I think you've got a story to tell.

- Stop, stop!
- Hey, what, what, what, what?

So?

So.

So we, we, we hung out
all night, and--

We binged watched some TV shows
and we ordered pizza.

Um.

And?

- No.
- No?

We're--

We're waiting.

You're waiting?

Oh.

- You're waiting?
- Yeah.

Okay.

You know, actually, um,

actually, I think
that's kind of sweet.

You do?

Yeah, I do.

What, I do!

I mean, I, I like
romance and shit, too.

You know?

And, ah, I'm, uh, I'm just
happy that you're happy, man.

Oh.

Oh, man, I, I'm so sorry,

- I should have, I should have been there for you.
- What?

With the whole
wine and paint thing.

Because look at you,
you went ahead and you...

...you grew a vagina.

Oh, you fucker.

Yeah, right, but like,
I'm, I'm thinking

he's a straight fucking perve,
you know? Like, sick.

Uh, uh, he's just sitting there watching,
getting a boner and shit?

What the fuck is that?

And, and, okay, look, he's funny
as shit, I'll give you that.

But, like, I got
a little sister, you know?

I didn't know.

- No.
- Yeah, man,

so I, I, I can't
get down with that.

You know?

Yeah, I think you have
to read it a couple of times.

Yeah, at first
it's pretty graphic, yeah.

Oh, fuck it,
I got the time, right?

I read it every couple of years.

Changes every time.

There's a movie, too.

They made a movie?

How the hell did they ever make a movie out of this?

I don't know, man. Look,
like what if you were a dad?

Now you'd beat
the shit out of him, right?

Look, I am not the most accomplished journalist and shit,

but if my--

Hi, surprise.

- Yeah.
- Well, I was hungry and I wanted to see you.

That okay?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Oh, look a hot girl just
kissed me and brought me dinner.

- I better stand outside looking like an idiot and smiling.
- Would you like to come in?

- Yeah, thank you.
- Oh, then please come in.

- Kitchen?
- Kitchen's that way.

More?

Yeah.

- Nope.
- So, how was your day?

It's good, it's fine.

It's just sort of,

work stuff, hm. You?

- Yeah, mm-hm.
- Everything good?

Yeah?

Well, I was just thinking
about that promise I made you,

about not, um--

I...

...have an, oh,

see? I just knew
they were in there.

- Better?
- Mm-hm.

- Hm?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, hey, is this okay?

- Yeah.
- Because I, I don't, I don't want to rush you.

Okay, yeah,
thank you, thank you.

- So, stop?
- No, no.

- No?
- Absolutely not.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Because we can just cuddle if you want to.

- No, absolutely not.
- Sure, okay.

Hey, hey, hey, no, no,
no! Wait, wait, hey, hey, hey.

Wait, no, no, no, no!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Get the fuck away from me!

Wait, wait, wait, Kyra, Kyra, Kyra.
Wait, wait, please, just, just listen.

Just listen, I'll explain. I'll explain,
I'll explain, I'll explain. Please, please.

I, I um--

I, he, he's, it's him.

He's the guy.

I, I caught him.

The man, um,
the man you just, you just saw?

He's, um, he's,
he's the one, he--

he-- he killed...
he killed my wife.

I tracked-- I see,
okay, I tracked him down...

- Don't.
- ...and he.

I didn't know what to do, okay?

- I, I, I was, I was--
- You did, you did what?

- You tracked him down?
- I just, I just,

okay, can we, can you just come
back in for like one second.

- Can you come back in, we'll talk.
- No.

- He's the guy?
- Yeah.

- This is so fucked, Claude.
- I know.

- Really?
- I know, I know, I know.

- Can we just talk?
- Talk? I'm not having this conversation!

You're torturing
a person in your basement!

- I-- I know, I--
- What are you doing?

What, are you just keeping him?

- I don't, Kyra--
- What?

I should have just stayed
the fuck away from you.

Okay, okay,
okay, okay, okay, okay.

Can you just, um, can you just
come back in for one second?

- Come back?
- And we'll talk for one second.

Talk about what?

I'll explain,
I'll explain everything.

- Explain?
- It's pretty clear.

Son of a bitch, Claude,
I can't! I--

Fuck, I have to--

What if it was you?

I didn't know.

What would you have me do? I--

I didn't know what to do!

I didn't know, please.

What am I supposed
to say to that, Claude?

What?

I'm supposed to be flattered?

No, no, I was, I--

You have a man chained up
in your fucking basement,

Claude, that's not exactly
happily ever after for me.

Kyra.

Kyra.

Did you...
what did you say to her?

- Look, I didn't say anything.
- What did you say?

I swear to God,
I didn't say anything to her!

- What did you say her?
- No, no, no, no!

Do it.

Do it, do it,
do it, do it, do it.

Do it, do it, do it!

Do it, do it!

You fucking coward!
You fucking coward!

You fuck--

You took, took her from me.

You took, you took,
you took...

...took her from me.

You want to talk about it?

You good?

What?

Yeah.

Whatever, yeah.

Really try
to channel the artist's vision.

I think I'm going
to jump off the bridge.

Capture his determination.

This was
supposed to be fun.

His passion.

Why did he choose this subject?

Why are you here,
right now recreating it?

Sipping wine.

- Powerful.
- I thought so myself.

Are you done? Are you done?

Good.
Uh, that is a very interesting strategy and considering that

I am absolutely confident
that you are way too

fucking stupid for me to help.

All the best.

Let's go, they're waiting.

Come.

- This is anti-climatic.
- Woo, hoo!

I know, I know,
he's never there.

We're all standing around

- like we don't know--
- All right.

- Is he coming?
- Yeah, he was just on the phone.

- There he is.
- All right, are we all here?

Thank you, slow poke, okay.

Another big year folks!

Yeah!

You guys were amazing!

Seriously, oh, oh, that's weird. There's something,
I'm sorry, there's something scratching.

I don't know what that, oh, that's weird,
it's a check. Did you put that in?

- No.
- No, okay, that's weird.

Oh, it's for $15,000.

Woo!

Whoa, that is a nice--
Oh, oh, my God.

- What?
- Is there something? Do you see any?

- What?
- I have this weird thing sticking out of my--

- Yeah, it's here.
- It's like caught on my Spanx.

- Yeah, there's something.
- All right.

Oh, this!

I remember, okay,
I remember I put this in my,

all right, two tickets
for an all-expense paid trip to

- Hawaii!
- Hawaii!

¶ Hawaii, Hawaii ¶

Oh, my goodness.

So, you know, just a little
something to congratulate

number one sales person of the
year. Wonder who that could be?

There's no suspense, look, this
person has had a rough year.

Right, we, we can all acknowledge that.
I mean, he's been through some things

that we can't
even imagine, and...

...the thing is he,
he persevered, you know?

And he showed up every single
day and he kicked some ass,

and that's--
that deserves some applause.

This person is
someone to be admired.

Claude Vaughn, where you at?
Where is he?

- Get over here!
- Yeah!

Give it up

for our number one sales rep!

- Come on down.
- Claude, Claude,

Claude, Claude, Claude, Claude.

Come take the tickets.

- You got it.
- Woo, hoo!

Now you get your spanking!
I'm going to spank you!

No, I'm kidding, I'm kidding,
that would be harassment. All right.

- Ah, there you go.
- There it is.

- Number one, number one!
- Yeah, buddy.

Congratulations.

Great job.

Who would have thought it'd take something
like this for me to get clean, huh?

I can't even
remember the last time.

I needed money, I wanted--

I wanted money.

To score.

It was--
It was getting pretty bad.

We were, we were
supposed to be in and out.

And I saw her
standing there off to the side.

She didn't look scared,
or nothing.

She had nice stuff.

You know, big bag, big rings.

So I walked over to her.

She was real pretty.

I snatched her bag and I say,
"Give me the fucking rings."

She wouldn't do it.

She wouldn't do it, she--

It just made me mad.

She made me real
fucking mad, man, so I said,

"Give me the fucking rings,"

and I'm pointing
my gun in her face.

I was just trying
to scare her, man.

I swear to God I was just
trying to fucking scare her.

Fuck.

Hey, well, fuck it, you know.

There are no,
there are no excuses.

Do what you got to do, man.

I get it.

Do what you got to do.

I'm just going
to take some time.

Maybe use those tickets.

- Good.
- There's just a--

a few things I've been pushing
off for a little too long.

You're right, well, you know what?
That office is going to be waiting for you

whenever you're ready.

And you know what,
maybe even a bigger one.

I appreciate that.

Next time
not next to the shitter.

That'd be nice.

- Okay. We'll see you.
- Ah, okay.

- Okay.
- Ah, yes, it's nice.

All right, thanks. Thank you.

- We're going to miss you.
- Oh.

- Okay.
- We're still going to chill, right?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right buddy, we'll see you.

Hold me.

No?

She's clean, she drives pretty
well, she's a little banged up,

but, uh, you want to take her
for a test drive?

Hey, look at you!

I'm so proud.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa.

I need you to listen to me.

As far as I know,
you died in that basement.

Thank you for...

...not calling anyone.

I didn't know how to...

...tell you,

that I, I, I, had my...

wife's...

...murderer.

You know, or what
you'd think of me if I did.

Yeah, tough one.

I thought about calling.

You, not the police or anything.

That's not true,
I almost called.

It's hard to digest.

I mean I tried to understand it.

And then I just think
that you're an insane person.

Yeah.

Been there.

And?

He's gone.

I, I, I let him go.

The Rileys came in
for another lesson.

Got in a fight and left.

I mean, they bought like a dozen lessons,
so. I think she might get--

I got these tickets
and stuff to Hawaii.

I won them at work.

It's seven days,
and massages, the whole works.

Fish, scuba.

I'm thinking
about going next week.

Next week?

I've never been to Hawaii.

Me neither.

- Sounds nice.
- Yeah.

Are you-- are you asking me
to go to Hawaii with you?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

- They match.
- Absolutely not.

- What?
- No, no.

- It's Hawaii.
- Don't be that guy.

What, should I pack
my grass skirt?

Point taken. Okay, you know,
if you did have a coconut bra, though,

I think I'd be
interested in that.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Hm, no room.

It was that or
the edible panties.

Good choice, because
I get hungry on planes.

- Hm.
- Hm.

I get swamp ass.

Yeah, we're going to beeline
straight for the water, then.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Oh, hey, do you have
any of those, um...

- ...masky tubey things?
- Masky tubey things? Snorkels?

- Snorkels, yes!
- Yeah, I think I got, um--

- Get new ones?
- Let's get new ones.

- Mm-hm.
- Yeah, okay, cool.

- Yeah, new ones. Okay.
- Yeah.

Let's get out of here, ready?

- You ready?
- Yes.

Okay.

Morning.

Good morning.

I, uh...

Going on a trip?

Yeah.

Uh, Hawaii.

Uh, Detective McGee,
this is, this is Kyra.

Uh, Kyra this is,
um, Detective McGee.

He's handling, uh, uh, the case.

Hi, nice to meet you.

You got a minute?

Okay, sure, yeah.

Please.

How you been?

Fine.

Never called.

I've been taking your advice.

Good.

How's your hand?

Better.

Hm, taking a break.

Hitting the bag, right?

Right.

Can I see it?

- The bag, yeah.
- Yeah.

Follow me.

No gloves.

Think I could get
a glass of water?

Yeah.

How long you two been, uh?

- Not long.
- A few months.

That's good.

- Detective--
- Can I ask you where you were last night?

Yeah, we went out to
dinner and then a film.

Where?

High Misty and they were playing
"Dirty Dancing" at the park.

Anyone else with you?

Yeah, my friends, the Rileys.

Mitch, what is this all about?

Found Logan Kirby's
body last night.

Shot twice in the chest.

Seems like we weren't
the only ones looking for him.

Weird thing was, though,
it seemed like he was,

I don't know, tortured.

You know anything about that?

No?

How about you?

No.

Well, all that is
what it is now.

I mean, these
types get themselves

into all sorts of trouble.

But murder,
that's a different game.

Lord knows I'd understand,
but I got to ask.

Did you murder Logan Kirby?

I wanted to.

But I couldn't do it.

Have a good vacation.

You okay?