All language subtitles for Sneaky.Pete.S01E03.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

Stole that man's watch
right there.

Why don't you
go talk with him?

I'm looking for a guy

who may have come in
a couple days back.

Bartender thought
he may have sat with you.

What's with
the sunglasses, bro?

You got a light
sensitivity or something?

Trying to look cool
over there?

Oh, shit.

You speak to him?

Y-Yes, I have.

You need to get your eye
checked out now.

You sure it was him?

Yeah-- Yes, okay?
I've been waiting

for someone
to come talk to me.

I called 911.

Nobody seemed
to give a shit.

This fuckwad
stole my wallet,

cell phone,
and my watch.

He mention where
he was headed?

Yeah. He wanted me
to help him

figure out how
to get to Albany,

which is bullshit, right?

You're not going
to steal my stuff

and go to the place
where you tell me
you're going.

But I know
where he's going.

You want to know how?

I really just want
to know where--

As soon as I realized
he pinched my shit,

I went out there.
I started asking questions.

I spoke to Donnie.
Donnie said

he saw him walking
to the bus station,

which is good because
I know Gary over
at the bus station.

He sells tickets. Gary
tells me he remembers him,

that he bought a ticket

nowhere near Albany.

Where was he going?

Bridgeport.

Who the fuck goes to
Bridgeport, Connecticut?

Apparently, this guy.

Hey, Cole, you sit
in the parole office.

I got to go
to fucking Bridgeport.

If you want
your life to change,

you've got to change.

If you want your life
to get better,

you've got to be better.

You've got to commit
to success.

You've got to say "Okay,

"this is what I want,

and this is how hard
I'll work to get it."

- Baby.
- What?

The door.

Who's there?

- Room service.
- What?

James Bagwell. Remember me?

Oh, shit. Ohh!

Aah!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What-- Stop.
What are you doing?

- You can't come in here.
- No, no, no.

You are wrong, little sister.

I actually have
the legal authority

to go anywhere
Mr. Putnam goes.

I'm bleeding, uh.

Are you?

Aw, you banged
your head, huh?

Looks like it hurts.

- What are you doing here?
- Hey, hey.

- Get off of him.
- Sit down.

- Don't touch him.
- You-- Hey. Shh.

I told you, brother,

if you don't come
to your parole officer,

your parole officer
will come to you.

- Dude, I reported.
- Really?

That's funny because I just
left the halfway house

where you were
supposed to live,

and they told me they have
not seen your ass

- for a week.
- No, that's bullshit.

You remember when you
first came to my office?

I asked you, "Do you
want to be an eagle,

or do you want to be
a shit bird?"

And you said--

I want to be an eagle.

You got to be what you
say you're going to be,

which you aren't.

You got to do what you
say you're going to do,

which you haven't.

Spike, come on, man.

You know the terms
of your parole

strictly prohibit
use of illegal substances.

I-- I got a prescription
for that.

Good for you, sweetie.

But guess what.
Mr. Putnam doesn't.

I am not here to argue.

I am in the business
of making eagles,

and you--
what you are, my friend,

is just a shit bird.

We live in an age
of instant gratification.

We're like junkies
chasing validation.

And as soon as you
get that hit,

we go chasing
after the next one.

But once you get grounded
in who you are,

those results will
start coming to you,

and you won't be
able to stop them.

Later. Sorry. Sorry.

- I'm making eggs.
- I'm late.

You need protein.

- Morning.
- Morning, Pete.

- Later.
- You need protein.

Bye.

Who's going to eat
all of these?

- Right here.
- I'll take some eggs, please.

Of course, Pete.

And thank you
for saying please.

Please.

Doesn't count
when you had to ask.

Jacob's at day care,

and here
is the car seat
and diaper bag.

Uh, did you feed the kids?

Of course I fed the kids.
What kind of question is that?

I don't know, Julia.
You're a single mother.

Your life
is complicated.

How's my big school girl?

I'm not in school.

Grandpa,
if it still okay

for you to pick up
Jacob from day care?

Oh, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

We'll just come
right back here,

and we'll make a fort

out of Taylor's
old Lincoln Logs.

- Yeah.
- I have an errand to run.

Julia's going
to open the shop.

Pete?

Uh, he's going into
the office with me.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Only way to learn
the business.

It's my old boss.

This could get ugly.

One second.

Bring me a couple eggs
when you come back in.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello.

Marius Josepovitch.

Uh, Josepovich.

James Bagwell.

Recognize the name?

Ah, no. I'm sorry.
Who's this?

Your parole officer.

Uh, hi, Mr. Bagwell.

Are you aware
we have a problem?

No, no. I--

Well, what kind
of problem is that?

You got your release
over 48 hours

ago, Josepovitch.

Uh, it's, uh, Josepovich.

Two days out on parole,

and you are already
in violation.

You know, I could throw your
ass back inside right now.

Right, uh, uh,
Mr. Bagwell, I can expl--

Save it. My clients

call me Mr. Success.
You know why?

Because
I help them succeed.

- Why, that's--
- I can't help them unless

they are ready
to help themselves,

so you have to decide.

You want to be an eagle
or a shit bird?

Which is it going to be,
Josepovitch?

I want to be an eagle.

You've got one chance.

You meet me in my office
today at 2:00

p.m. Not 2:01,

not 2:03, But 2:00

p.m. Now say it
back to me.

2 p.m.

Or I will violate you.

Bring
your driver's license

so you can get
through security.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Bag--

You're going to need
a coat.

It's a beautiful day.

It's going to rain.

The old war wound?

It's never wrong.

But I'm telling you
it's not going to rain.

Have it your way.

You always do.

Get in. Come on.

Sit down.

Get that fucking dog
away from me.

Over here.
There you go.

There you go.

I said sit down.

Fuck you.

Needs to be fucking babysat.

Not part of my
job description.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, matter of fact.

- Why?
- You're in my space.

Wasn't my idea.

Doesn't matter.

As long as you're here,
you're a guest,

and being a guest comes
with responsibilities.

First off, don't fuck
with my stuff.

You get curious about
something, you ask me.

Second, I don't
disrupt my routine

unless Vince says so.

If that inconveniences you,

that's too damn bad.

Finally, do not,
under any circumstances,

speak to me
when my shows are on.

It's how I relax.
End of a long day.

- We clear?
- Why are you pissed at me?

I don't
even want to be here.

Are we clear?

We're clear.

How long do I got to stay?

Till Vince says otherwise.

Isn't Vince the one
you should be pissed at?

Don't go blaming Vince.

Who should I blame?

I don't know. I don't
know what he looks like.

I just have a name.

Ah. Here he is.

Ah. He calls himself
Mr. Success.

Good. Okay,
so remember that face

in case he shows up
at your door.

No, no, no. You promised me
this was going to be simple.

Okay, don't worry about it.

I'm close to getting
some big money, okay?

How big?

There's a safe.
It's full of cash

There's got to be
$100,000 or more.

I'm going to get somebody
to open it this morning

so I can clock
the combination,

and then I got an appointment
with Mr. Success

at 2:00 this afternoon.

So you're going
to run a con this morning

and still get into the city

to meet with your parole
officer by 2? Bullshit.

Okay, so it's ten minutes
to the train station.

Train to the city
is 45 minutes,

and then five minutes
to the parole office.

That's an hour.

Then I set the alarm
on my phone

to give me
an extra 15 minutes.

Katie, I got this.

I want to check the feed
on your security cameras.

I'm looking for a guy.

Came into Bridgeport
on the bus

a couple of days ago.

So you've been arrested.

I beg your pardon?

Judge sets bail at $10,000,

but you don't have it,

so you come to us,
and we do the rest,

as long as you can cover
the down payment

- and provide collateral.
- Right.

So the collateral is--
is what?

We've already gone over this.

Uh, jewelry, a car, a house.

You sign the deed over to us
until the trial's over

or the bond's voided.

So if it's not
a house or a car,

you just put it
in the safe.

I don't put it
in the safe.
Audrey does.

You can't
get in the safe?

- Only Audrey.
- She doesn't trust you?

I don't know if you've
noticed, Petey.

She doesn't trust anybody.

She says it's
for our own safety,

so that nobody can
force us to open it.

So you don't even have
the combination to the safe.

Don't get me started.

And here we go.

Pay attention.

Good morning.
Bernhardt Bail Bonds.

Hi, Mrs. Metzger.

Curb's painted again.

Grandma, let me.

Oh, thank you, Pete.

Just put it down on that
desk over there.

Is he being held
in a--

So what happened
with the curb?

Painted red

so prospective clients
don't know to park there.

Why would anybody
do that?

Payback.

A&B Bail Bonds.
They're mad about losing

the Persikof bond
yesterday.

Somebody painted
the curb again.

Yeah. Good thing
you had the day off.

You can repaint it.

I'm not off. I worked
the second shift.

I just came by
looking for Pete.

It'll only take 20 minutes.

So we still on, right?
Huh?

- Still on for what?
- Pinetop.

You said you'd go
whenever I want.

I did?

- What is this?
- Office supplies.

And Pete's working today.
He's learning the business.

Well, that sucks.
I thought we had a plan.

- Huh? Huh?
- Give me the stapler.

Give me the stapler.
Stop it.

You're getting
staples on me.

Paint and the roller
are in the utility closet.

Fine.

So are we in a feud
with A&B?

You could call it that.

Used to be another
bond shop like us.

Everyone got along.

There was plenty of business,
and we helped each other out.

Taylor even dated
their daughter for a while.

Till I dumped
her stuck-up ass.

Anyway,

after Sean married
into the family,

that all changed.

Whatever else he is,
he is not lazy.

Business took off,
and pretty soon,

they were
buying out bond shops

all over the state.

Now they're the biggest
in Connecticut,

and they're out
to bankrupt us.

Libby Metzger wants
to get her son out of jail.

- Which one?
- Troy, the baby.

She knows where we are.

Well, she's house bound
with a broken ankle.

She wants to know
if we can go to her

to write
the bail package.

I ran a new credit check.

She says
she has collateral.

Okay. I'll go.

Knowing Libby,

it's silverware and jewelry,
same as before.

Well, if you want,
yeah, I can go with you.

You can show me
how to write up a bond.

I thought that's
what we were doing

here in the office.

Julia, don't begrudge me
time with my grandson.

It's been 20 years
for goodness' sake.

Yeah. Good.

The only thing is

I finally convinced
my former employer

to release
my final paycheck,

so I just have to go
to the city at 2:00

to pick it up.

Shouldn't take an hour
at the Metzgers'.

We'll be back by 12:30.

Okay, asshole.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

- So, Pete.
- Yeah.

If we write an $18,000
bond check today,

- what's our commission?
- $1,800.

And after taxes, rent,
electricity, insurance,

salaries, and gas,
how long do you think

we can keep the lights on
for $1,800?

You had some idea
we were rich.

All these years
since we saw each other.

Who would imagine
we'd be working
together like this?

- Pete, are you listening?
- Yeah. Sorry.

We really appreciate you
stepping up for the family.

Well, it's--
it's what you do.

It's just,
after all these years,

so many unanswered questions.

Uh, ma'am?

Oh, here we are.

1,780, 1,790...

It's 1,800.

Now we need collateral
to secure the bond.

Going to use the house.

Afraid we can't do that.

Sure we can.

Libby, you took out
a second mortgage.

You don't have equity
in the property.

It's all debt.

Told you, Mama.

Derek, shut up.

Look around.
There's four walls.

- There's a roof.
- And it all belongs
to the bank.

How am I going to bail
Troy out of jail?

He got himself in there.

How about you
just go out there

and mow the grass
like I asked you?

- That's Troy's job.
- You see Troy around here?

- No.
- Excuse me?

- No, ma'am.
- He isn't here, is he?

We need $1,800
and collateral.

Didn't you have some
wedding silver and jewelry?

Nothing she ain't
already sold on eBay.

If I have to
one more time--

...busted ankle or no,

I'm going to climb
up out of this chair

and skin you.

Listen, Troy isn't
going to run.

I guarantee it.

Libby, your word isn't enough.

I guess I'm just
going to have to call

one of those other
bond agencies.

What's the one
with the fellow
on the billboards?

- A&B. Heh heh.
- See?

Yeah, that dude is funny.

Nobody is going to bond
Troy without collateral.

If he ran, they'd have to
pay the court $18,000.

Excuse me.

Where'd you get this clock?

I don't remember.

It was Daddy's.

That's right.

That came from
Mr. Metzger's family.

Why?

Well, this is
a Shake & Irwin.

Shake & Irwin were famous
for their grandfather clocks,

but this is the only mantel
clock they ever produced.

There's not a lot
of these around anymore.

Have you had it appraised?

I never thought to.

Is it valuable?

Well, the ones that Mr. Shake
made personally are.

You can tell
because he carved an X
on the bottom of it.

Yes, please.

Oh, my God. There it is.

Wow.

Looks like Mr. Metzger left
you quite the legacy there.

An original Shake
in this condition

is easily worth $22-$23,000.

T--

There's your collateral.

We'll do the paperwork

and have Troy home
in time to cut the grass.

Ah. I don't know. That--
It was Mr. Metzger's.

You'll get a receipt.

And we'll take it
back to the office

and put it in the safe.

You learned about clocks
at that insurance company?

Oh. "Antiques Roadshow."

Yeah.

You hungry?

- What?
- Let's get lunch.

You know, I'd love to,

but I got to go get
that paycheck.

Oh, have them send it to you.

You know, Grandma,

I think I am going
to have to skip lunch.

I-- They'll probably want me
to have to sign for the--

- for the check.
- Well, find out. Call them.

I-- I think
it's better that I--

Unless you don't
want to be seen

having lunch
with your grandmother.

I didn't say that.
Did I say that?

Then call.

Hi. This is Pete Murphy.

I'm calling
for Sandy Loomis.

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Hi, Miss Loomis.
This is Pete Murphy calling.

Yeah, I'm sorry
to-- to bother you--

- Pete, let me.
- What?

Give me the phone.

Hi, Miss Loomis.

This is Audrey Bernhardt,

Bernhardt Bail Bonds.

I understand
you're holding

a final paycheck
for Pete Murphy.

Uh, yes, Miss Bernhardt,
that is correct.

Is there any
reason
why you can't just mail
that paycheck to him

instead of making him

go to all the trouble

to come in and sign for it?

I'll need

to speak to Mr. Murphy again

to verify some
additional information.

Of course. Hold on.

You're on speaker.

Mr. Murphy,
can you hear me?

Yeah. Yeah, I can--
Yeah. That's it.

Yeah, I can--
Yeah, I can hear you.

You have put me in a very
awkward position here.

Well,
I'm sorry about that.

I have new responsibilities
in a new job, and--

Well, I'm sure you do.

Well, then I don't see

how I can say no,

as much as I would like to.

Thank you very much.
That's very gracious
of you.

What would you suggest
I do with the check?

You can send it to
6325 Quiet Oak Highway,

Trumble, Connecticut,
06614.

- Thank you.
- Glad I could help.

Okay. Okay.

Now we can enjoy
a nice lunch.

That's great.

I don't think Miss Loomis
much cares for you.

Yeah, we had issues.

What's the play?

I'm not sure.

We should maybe keep moving

so they don't clock us.

Ah, Farley, I'm just--

I'm just starting to think
I'm just an old fool.

No, you're good people,
Mr. B.

Letting me work
the bond off like this.

You want me to drive
around the block?

How about we just go
pick up Jacob?

Whatever you say, boss.

Uh, I have to-- I have to
use the bathroom, Grandma.

Don't need my permission.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

New York County
Parole Office.

Hi. This is Marius Josepovich.

I had an appointment today

with Mr. Bagwell at 2:00,

and I've had a little bit
of an emergency.

I was wondering
if there was any chance

to reschedule
perhaps later today.

Uh, Mr. Bagwell doesn't
like us to change times.

I'm sorry. Could you
hold on for one sec?
Honey, it's okay.

Everything's
going to be fine.

That's my daughter.
She was really upset.

- I apologize.
- No problem.

I've got an 8-year-old.
I know how it goes.

Actually,
it's my stepdaughter.

She's uh--
She's 10 years old.

Uh, sorry.
What was your name?

Liz.

Well, Liz,

we were walking home
from school today,

and my daughter found
the most adorable
little calico kitten

you've ever seen
in your life.

I don't have to tell you

how little girls are
with kittens, right?

- Darcy has a kitty.
- Well, then you know

exactly what I'm
talking about.

Anyway, this little guy
was hit by a car.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, yeah.

And we're at the animal
hospital right now.

He's in surgery, but--

Honey, I'm just
telling the nice lady

what happened. Anyways,
I'm just wondering

if there's, uh, at all

any chance
for an appointment

later this afternoon.

Let me check his schedule.

Thank you so much.

Thank you. Thank you.

Yo! Come on!

Occupied! Sorry.

He has an opening at 4:30.

4:30's great.

That's perfect.

Uh, the name's
Marius Josepovich.

Now I have to
confirm this change
with Mr. Bagwell.

You don't need to call me
unless there's a problem.

Huh.

Funny you asking
about Mr. Josepovich.

You're telling me
that was him just now?

Mm-hmm. Rescheduled
his appointment

to 4:30 this afternoon.

You always used to say
tuna made you feel barfy.

Well, that was
20 years ago, Grandma.

That's right.
People change.

You're not our
little Pete anymore.

You know, the bail business
isn't all that complicated.

Anyone can learn
the nuts and bolts.

But there's one instinct

that separates
the great bail bondsmen

- from the rest.
- What's that?

You got to be able to look
a prospective client in the eye

and ask yourself
"Is this someone I trust?"

Sometimes
the numbers add up.

But a little voice
in the back of your head

says "Something's
not right.

and if I trust this person,
'I'll regret it."

Is there something
you want to ask me, Grandma?

I can't help
but wonder, Pete.

Your grandpa
had his stroke,

and then suddenly you
break a 20-year silence.

You always thought
we were rich.

So I can't help wonder

if you came back looking
to take advantage of us.

You're right, Grandma.

I did hear about the stroke.

How?

Well, for the last
several years,

I've been thinking
about the summers

I spent here.

You remember
what it was like--

that green,
that shade of green.

It was the most beautiful
thing I'd ever seen.

And the tire swing.

It used to break
every summer,

and every summer
Grandpa would fix it.

And the apples.

Apples just aren't
the same anymore, Grandma.

Not since we lost
that old tree.

I'm not going to lie
to you.

I was in a really bad place.

I did things that I was
not proud of.

I was really empty inside.

So...

I went on Facebook,

and I found Julia.

Just read her posts

because I-- I was sort of
ashamed of who I'd become.

And then one day
there it was.

"Grandpa had a stroke."

I knew that I could never
forgive myself

if I didn't reach out.

Just took me a while
to figure out how.

That's
the God's honest truth.

Oh, Pete.

I'm so sorry.

Can you give me
one moment, please?

I'm sorry.

Josepovitch,

this is Mr. Bagwell.

I heard about the kitten,

and it sounds
like bullshit to me.

But you got yourself
rescheduled,

so let me be clear.

If you're not
in the waiting room

at 4:30--
not 4:31, not 4:33--

at 4:30,

you go back to jail today.

Okay.

Every kiss,

every moment that we had
was a lie.

Is that what you
want me to say?

You're playing head games?
Is the baby Nick's or not?

Let your brother
handle this--

I have to take
Hush Puppy for a walk

and go to the pet store.
Stand up.

Huh?

Aah! What-- Dude--

Put your hands
behind your back.

Dude, what the fuck?
This is ridiculous.

- It's not ridiculous.
- Where am I gonna go--

Ow!

- And your feet.
- No.

I'm just an opportunist
at your father's--

I'm not going to excape.

Oh, absolutely.

...just wanted to be
a part of your family.

Abso-freaking-lutely.

Ow!

I just want
to meet my child--

Oh, don't you think

that's just a little bit
excessive?

Look, what am I gonna--
Mm!

Enjoy your show.

Doesn't matter anyway,
does it?

Let's go, Hush Puppy.

Because whether this baby's
yours or Adam's--

Come on, girl.

Come on, girl.

Uh, just put it down on that--

- that desk over there.
- Sure, yeah.

Uh, I'm opening
the safe now,

so you can step--
step over there.

Oh, sure. Yeah.

Oh, hey,
you guys are back.

Safe's open. Stay there.

How was the field trip?

It was good.

He found
an antique clock

we're using
for collateral.

Impressive.

Sounds like he's
a natural.

Well, you're a natural,
too, Julia.

Just a different kind.

Hmm.

Uh, Pete, how about, um,

walking me
down to the corner?

I got to get some
diapers and stuff.

Yeah. Sure.

- Yeah?
- I've got-- Go ahead.

I'm just going to put my
feet up for a few minutes

and then go get
Mr. Metzger out of jail.

Okay.

I've left you
several messages.

I need you
to call me back.

I was supposed to be
out of this by now.

Promise me you won't
fire me when you take over.

What do you mean?

You're the great white hope
of the bail bond business.

Oh. Yeah, well, I'm sure
we can work something out.

Well, nothing inappropriate
because, you know,

we're cousins.

Obviously, yeah.

I'm going in here.

I got to get some cigarettes.

I thought it was diapers.

Yeah, I didn't want
a lecture from Audrey.

Hey, Julia,

I'm not going
to take your job.

I think you're really
good at your job.

You're just being nice.

Come on. Is this
the face of a liar?

Just wait here.
I'll be right back.

Fuck.

Oh! Ohh!

Hey, Grandpa.
How was your day?

Shh!

Jacob's having a nap.

I've been playing
with him all day.

I tuckered him out.

You hungry?

- Yeah.
- Well--

Is Vince here?

Is Vince here?

Uhh!

Is Vince here?

Is Vince-- Is Vince coming?

Welcome to Pinetop!

Oh!

I told you, man,
we got to hang out!

What the fuck--

Look at your
fucking face, man.

Are you out of your
fucking mind, Taylor?

Look at your fucking face!

You scared the shit out of me!

I know!
It was fucking amazing!

Are you out of your
fucking mind?

Whoa, bro. Hey--

You need to see a doctor.

- This is not normal.
- No, but--

I'm serious! People
don't do this shit!

- Hey. Hey.
- They're going to
kill somebody!

- Wait.
- Oh, my God!

Wait. Wait, wait.

Wait. That--

That's what you thought?

Where the fuck are we, man?

Who's Vince, man?

What, you call
this place Pinetop?

Where are the pines?

Hey, man, don't
change the subject.

When you were
under the hood,

you said something about--

worried about some guy
named Vince.

What kind of trouble
are you in, man?

Okay.

I'm going to tell you
something, all right?

You got to promise
not to tell anybody.

- Yeah. Of course.
- Cross your heart.

- My own fucking heart, man.
- Yeah.

I'm seeing a girl.

Her husband's name
is Vince.

- Oh, fuck.
- You know what I mean?

Yeah. No.
A married woman, huh?

- Yeah.
- No. I get it. It's gnarly.

I love her, Taylor.

Dude, I'm not gonna
tell anybody, okay?

- My phone.
- I'm sorry.

I had no idea.
It's not--

Where's my phone?

Uh, Taylor, can you take me
to the train station?

What-- Uh, for what?

Can we just go to the
fucking train station?

- Okay! Okay! Fine!
- Thank you.

How many times
has this happened to you?

Spending way too much time
in the kitchen

looking for the perfect pan

to solve
your cooking problems.

If you're like most people,

you have cupboards
full of old pans

that just
don't do the trick.

You need the one pan
that can do it all.

Cousin Pete?

Where's your
sense of humor, man?

When we were kids,
you would have thought--

You know what?
We're not kids anymore.

No shit, Sherlock.

But I-- Whatever.

I'm just glad
Julia's not here.

What do you mean by that?

This was her idea, man.

She set you up.

That whole story
about going to the store

for diapers.

What the fuck is wrong
with this family?

Raah!

- A little help.
- Be right there.

NYPD.

Cool cats.

To what
do we owe the honor?

You bust balls before
I even open my mouth?

Welcome to Bridgeport,
detective.

How can I be of service?

Looking for a guy who blew
into town couple of days ago.

Be right back.

Can't wait.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where the hell are you?

I got him on video

getting off a bus in
Bridgeport two days ago.

You're in Bridgeport?

- Yeah.
- What,

just driving around hoping
you'll bump into him?

I'm checking
with the local police.

I'm telling you,
Vince, he's here.

I can feel it.

Right.

Well, you know that stakeout

I insisted on?

I left Cole on it.

Well, he just called.

Turns out Marius has
an appointment there

this afternoon at 4:30.

Fuck.

So get in your cop car,

put on your cop light,

and get your cop ass
back here right now.

Aah!

Yeah.

Marius, it's me.

Eddie, where are you?

I'm on the roof
of Richard's building.

I got away, bro.
Look, look, look, look.

As soon as I hang up,
I'm going to jump
to the next building.

How did you get away?

Richard took the dog
for a walk.

Look, I'm on a cordless,

and I'm gonna lose signal.

Where do you want to meet?

Do they know you're gone?

- No, not yet.
- Go back.

- What did you say? Go back?
- Eddie,

go back before
they know you're gone.

No, I can't do that,

Marius. They already sicced
the fucking dog on me

and broke
my goddamn nose, man!

- What?
- Because I tried to
get away last night.

Eddie, that's exactly
what I'm talking about.

You've got to go back.

Look, I'm gonna get you
out of this, okay?

I'm close to the money.

How close?

It's a day or two
at the most.

But if you take off now,
we're gonna be on the run

from Vince and the cops
forever, all right?

You just got to trust me
on this, all right?

Look, this is the best option.

Please? Go back.

Fuck!

- Come on!
- Hey!

Bagwell.

Mr. Bagwell...

it's Marius Josepovich.

I'm as sick as a dog.

You don't say.

I don't know what happened.

It started after lunch.

Where are you?

- I'm, uh, in bed.
- What?

See, I didn't want
to come into your office

and get everybody sick.

Yeah, well, that's, uh,
very considerate of you.

Find him, Cole.

I'll tell you what,
Josepovich.

You rest up, and if you
feel better tomorrow,

you give me a call
and we'll reschedule.

In the meantime,
take care of yourself.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey, Liz,
grab my calls, will you?

I got to go to White Plains
and violate a shit bird.

Oh, hang on Hush Puppy.

Hold on. There we go.

Son of a bitch.

Motherfucker.

- Hey.
- God damn it, Eddie.
What the fuck?

I had to take a crap.

I was desperate.

You expect me to believe that?

Next time I'll take
a shit on your couch

if that's how you're
going to be. Jesus.

Nobody runs in your family.

You were trying to escape.

I was what?

If I was going to excape,
I would have been gone.

- Lee, why don't you
get out of here?
- Right?

No, I agree with her,
Rerun.

All the rockers are skinny.

Now put on Gladys Knight
and the Pips.

Hi. Can I help you?

Katherine Boyd?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I'm looking
for Marius Josepovitch.

Uh, you mean Josepovich?

Oh, good. You do know him.

Uh, w-who are you?

I am his parole officer.

And according to my paperwork,
this is his residence.

Is he here?

Marius, you awake?

Marius, I'm Mr. Bagwell.

Hi, Mr. Bagwell.

Uh, I don't want
to shake your hand.

Okay.

I just came
to check up on you.

Uh, hot, hot, hot.

Ah, here you go, buddy.

It's all about the white foods
when you have the trots.

Yeah.

Is Uncle Marius
going to be okay?

I hope so, sweetie.

He just had it coming
out of both ends

all afternoon.
I'm Brandon, by the way.

I'll see myself out.

You ain't no eagle,
Josepovitch.

Oh, you guys are the best.

Amanda, honey.

I'm going.
Bye, Uncle Marius.

Bye, Amanda.
Oh, she's great.

You guys are
doing such a--

Shut the fuck up.

We never agreed to this.

I know. But Marius knows

how much we are risking
by doing this,

and he also knows
that nothing like this

can ever ever happen again,
right, Marius?

It'll never happen again.
You have my word.

For what that's worth.

I should have shot you
the other day.

He said you were an intruder.

I understand. Listen.

You remember the address

that Audrey gave you
on the phone this morning?

Why? What about it?

So if a cop shows up
here looking for me,

it's best if you
give him that address.

Oh, you son of a bitch.

How dangerous
is this fucker?

Just give him the address.

Gotcha.

You know what?

I forgot
to ask Taylor today.

What exactly did I do
to deserve that?

- You really don't remember?
- No, I don't.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

You locked me in the safe.

The office safe?

How can you not
remember this?

It was sitting open,

and you dared me
to get inside,

and then
you shut the door.

Okay, so I hate myself
a little bit.

Maybe you didn't know
it was locked,

and I was only in there
for a minute.

But I still have
nightmares about it.

Well,
if it's any consolation,

I got locked in the trunk
of a car today,

and it was the worst
half hour of my life.

Then my work here is done.

So how old were you?

I was 6,
and you were 10.

So there's that.

Wow, you really
hold a grudge.

Ha. You have no idea.

You want a ride home?

Not if it's in your trunk.

You're no fun.

Wait a minute.

How did you get out?

Of the safe?

Yeah.

Grandpa.
Grandpa let me out.

Well, at least
she trusts somebody.

- Hey. Hey.
- Hey.

How are you doing?

Good.

Hey, can I talk to you
for a second?

Yeah. Sure.

Have a seat.

Something wrong?

Oh, no. no. I just,
uh, had a long day.

Yeah.

Wow.

Dude, that's a lot of money.

Probably shouldn't just leave
it lying around like that.

No. Yeah, I helped Julia
the Persikof bond.

She was nice enough
to give me a percentage.

Uh, and I-- You know--

Here.

What's that for?

Well, you know,
just so that,

next time there's a school
trip, you won't miss it.

You don't have to do that.

I know I don't have to.
I want to.

Here. Take it.

Thanks, cuz.

Yeah. All right. See you.

- Whoop.
- Sorry.

Good night.

Yes.

Have a seat.

Something wrong?

No. I just, uh,

I just, uh,
had a long day.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

Sorry.