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[* "Good Stuff" by The B-52's playing]

♪ Alright ♪

[singers vocalizing]

[vocalizing continues]

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

[automated voice] Nice pushups.

[bodybuilder 1] Alright, let's go!

- Let's go. Let's go. - [bodybuilder 2] Lock in.

Lock in Get 'em, Brick.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

[group] [chanting] Brick! Brick!

Brick! Brick! Brick! Brick!

Brick! Brick! Brick! Brick!

Brick! Brick! Brick! Brick! Brick!

[group cheering]

That's what I'm talkin' about!

- [automated voice] Keep it up. - Come on.

Let's get it on the board.

[* triumphant music playing]

[group cheering]

[automated voice] You set a new gym record.

[group cheering]

Alright. Alright. Alright.

[bodybuilder 3] No, you earned it this time.

Here's to the good stuff, fellas!

- [all] Good stuff! - Whoo!

- [bodybuilder mimicking barking] - Good stuff!

[* upbeat music playing]

Bro, stop skipping leg day. Come see me, okay?

Denise, great form on those Arnolds, great form.

Keep up the good work.

Is that Big Bessie? [laughs]

Is that a bicep I see poking out? [grunts]

Don't patronize me, Bubble Butt.

Okay, I would never do that, alright?

Looking good, though. Jacked as a champ.

Yeah!

Rocky!

Lookin' good as ever, bro.

- Rodney. - Yeah, man, yeah!

Um, Brick, can we talk?

Yeah.

Uh, uh, I've been coming here for almost a year,

and I'm not seeing the same gains as the other guys.

Alright, well, uh, let's take a look.

How many pounds are you at right now?

No, Brick. I'm-I'm eating enough protein.

I've had, like, 18 eggs today.

Oh, that's a lot of sulfur, my guy.

We should talk seitan.

You're not listening to me.

You never listen to me.

I'm here to listen, Rudy.

- Rodney. - Yeah, man.

See, what you need is patience.

Most important part of a--

- No, I don't have time for patience. - Okay.

My high school reunion is coming up.

- My school bully is a firefighter now. - Okay, mm-hm.

So, he's basically paid to work out all day.

So I need gains, fast. And...

I know you're selling something on the side.

What are you talking about?

I'm not an idiot.

I hear Kevin and Satish talking about "the good stuff."

I see you doing handoffs with cash in the back office.

I don't care if it's HGH, steroids, whatever.

Cut me in, man.

We would never, and I mean never, sling juice here.

The Brick House is an all-natural,

environmentally sustainable gym, bro.

Well, I want whatever the guys on the board are getting.

Give me the good stuff. Please.

[sighs]

I got you, bud. Okay? Leave it to me.

- Thank you. - Alright.

Alright.

[sighs]

It's busy out there.

- [Brick] Hey. - Hi, babe.

Who wants their favorite lunch?

- Chicken nuggies. - Ah, almost.

- Ground stew. - Hey.

Okay.

- Uh, Lil? - Yes, sweetie.

I got to ask you something.

Um...

do you think you can skim a little more of the good stuff?

Uh, I got a new buyer lined up.

Honey, I can't.

Dr. Akamie is already suspicious.

If she finds out what we're doing, I'll lose my job.

- Yeah, yeah. - And then what?

Yeah. No. O-Okay.

It's just, it's our bestseller,

and we only sell to, like, 10 guys.

If we could add three or four more,

it'd really make a difference.

Wait, is the gym in trouble?

Am I going to have to talk to my dad?

No, no, we're fine. Don't tell your dad, okay?

It's just, you know, the good stuff works so well.

I just want to, you know, help out more guys.

You do look good on it.

- Eh? - Oh, thank you, baby.

Okay, listen, I'll keep skimming the regular amount,

but no more.

Okay, uh, that's fine.

- Totally fine. - Alright. Now...

[* tense music playing]

See you tomorrow, Dr. Akamie.

- [baby crying] - [* upbeat music playing]

♪ Ah, ah, Louie, Louie, ah, ah ♪

- Hey. - ♪ I don't never wanna stop ♪

♪ I don't ever wanna ♪

♪ I'ma go until I drop ♪

♪ I'ma go until I ♪

♪ Who in here think they can rock ♪

♪ Who in here think they can ♪

♪ I don't want to see you talk, I just... ♪

[Lily] I managed to get a little extra good stuff.

Oh, thank you, Lil, that's great.

[chuckles]

Rodney's going to be psyched.

He won't believe what this stuff does for his progress.

- Rodney? - Yeah.

Brick, are you crazy?

You can't sell to Rodney!

But it's his high school reunion.

His bully's a firefighter.

And he is a health inspector for the city.

No, he's not. What makes you think that?

Rodney, hi.

- I'm a health inspector for the city. - Oh.

What did you tell him?

Nothing, Lil, I promise!

Look, look. Come here. Come on.

Don't worry, okay? I got this.

I got this.

[* tense music playing]

- Enjoy, bro. - [whispers] Thanks.

[quiet chatter]

Here you go, buddy.

- This is the good stuff? - My own personal blend.

Organic whey from grass-fed cows in Ireland.

Creatine, vitamins, minerals. One scoop, twice a day.

- How much? - For you?

It's on the house.

Until you see some gains, then it's $150 a week.

- Ah. - Trust me.

You'll tear that firefighter in two like a phone book.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Go get 'em, tiger.

- Okay. - Alright, watch your step.

Sorry. [chuckles]

[bodybuilder] Get it up. Get it up. Let's go. Let's go.

- Let's go. - [grunting, yelling]

Come on!

[automated voice] Nice barbell curl.

[* triumphant music playing]

You set a new gym record.

[group talking excitedly]

- Cheers. - [group cheering]

No stuff like the good stuff, fellas.

Fuck, yeah!

Enjoy your workout, ladies.

[Kevin] Satish, I got it, bro!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Good job. You did not need a spot.

[automated voice] Nice bench press.

Wanna try for 220?

Nah, 200's my limit, thanks.

Alright. Don't forget to log it.

Get you up on that Brick Board.

Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah. Thanks, brother.

Alright, have a great one.

[automated voice] Great job. Lift, laugh, love.

[metal clanging]

Hot Rod. You're here late.

Good for you.

What, you need a spot?

No, what I need is an explanation.

I can smell fresh human breast milk from a mile away.

- O-kay. - Mm-hm.

I'm thinking maybe I'm the one who needs an explanation?

Steroids, I could deal with.

Drugs, medicine, not my domain, but this?

This is my beat, Brick, and it's disgusting.

No, n-- [chuckles] No, man.

Hey, that's what we're all about.

Clean, organic, freely available.

It's God's all-natural gains elixir, bro.

It is a health code catastrophe

and a gross erosion of the public trust.

Unregulated breast milk,

teeming with staphylococcus bacteria.

Stealing from babies and mothers in need.

Oh, come on now. You're making it sound terrible.

It is terrible. It's terrible.

Look, I'm going to level with you, Rodders, okay?

[Rodney sighs]

This place is a money pit.

Eco cleaning, water filtration, sustainable everything.

Look, selling the good stuff

is the only way to stay afloat, bro.

I don't care.

I am turning you in,

and I'm shutting you down!

Dude.

I had to borrow money from my wife's dad

to start this place, okay?

He scares me.

And, oh, my God, my wife.

She'll lose her license, bro.

Well, you should have thought of that

before you started giving breast--

Hey! What are you doing? Get off!

Destroying the evidence, what do you think?

Okay. You need to stand down, little man.

I can't stand bullies. Especially dumb ones.

You think this place isn't full of evidence?

You think your meathead clients won't turn states

in an elevated heartbeat?

We can, uh, work this out.

- Right, Robbie? - It's Rodney!

- [punches thud] - [Brick grunts]

[automated voice] Are you doing karate?

Are you doing karate?

I'm a black belt.

Well, see, you're more of a lean body type.

Now if you would've told me that in the first place--

- I told you like six times! - [strikes thudding]

[both grunting]

[automated voice] Are you doing aerobics?

[metal clanging]

Nice back crawl. Stay low.

[Brick yelling]

- [bone crunches] - Is that a discus throw?

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I got you. I got you.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

I'm going to get you to a doctor, okay?

You are so fucked.

[Rodney gasping]

[Brick] [gasping] Oh, shit.

[grunting]

[automated voice] Nice barbell curl.

[* triumphant music playing]

You set a new gym record.

- [barbell thuds] - [bone crunches]

Oh.

[* somber music playing]

[people chattering]

Oh, shit.

Ah, man.

Let's get a couple sets in, guys.

Then we'll do, uh, sauna, okay?

[group chattering]

Let's knock it out.

- Oh, shit! He's dead, right? - Hey, call 911!

Hey, what's going on out here?

[bodybuilder] Call 911, right now!

Oh, my God. What happened?

[birds chirping]

[yawns]

[bones crack]

Oh. Jiminy Cricket.

Oh, hey, Noreen.

Uh, do you happen to know

of a, a chiropractor in the neighborhood?

If I did, you wouldn't hear about it.

Drove poor Annie right out the building.

No, uh, a murderer did that.

Not the way I remember it.

Hey! There's my girl.

- Give it up. - Ah, no.

[neighbor] Thanks for the sweet apartment, bro.

Hey, uh, I-I-I had no part of that, okay? He fived me.

Fuck off.

Will do.

- [grunts] Ow. - [barista] What can I get you?

What's a butter popcorn latte like?

A travesty forced on us by management.

- That sounds good, I'll have that. - [barista] Sure.

Oh.

Eh! Pay it forward. Hello, again.

Uh, I-I-I'll get hers, if that's okay.

- [barista] Sure. - Uh, for the coffee the other day.

Oh, no, I was also going to get the Watergate salad cronut.

Of course you were.

Sure, uh, so a, a cronut and a black coffee.

Uh, longest straw you've got.

Individual training? Not my bag.

Nutrition, also not for me.

Chakra balancing, maybe.

Uh, spinal realignment.

- Mm. - What happened to your neck?

Oh, I, uh... I yawned.

Like, from being tired, a yawn.

A-A-And?

Oh, that's the whole story.

Well, you think he can help?

Well, I'll be honest, I don't know,

but fuck it,

fuck it in the butt, worth a shot, right?

Hey, so, I've actually been meaning

to check out a local gym.

Do you mind if I walk over with you?

Mm, okay.

- [bones cracking] - [Brick] Huh?

Oh, mama.

I mean, it's a temporary fix.

This will happen again, though,

if you don't address the root issue.

- [Charlie] Huh. - Okay, it starts with good posture,

and good posture starts with a strong core.

Which is what you can build here at The Brick House, huh?

We have everything you need to begin your journey.

We got free weights, machines, TRX rollout stations,

saunas, the whole shebang.

Eh. How much do I owe you for the neck crack?

Free. With a seven-day fitness trial, huh?

- Wow. - I don't know, man.

Yeah, well, you sign one of those things

and the next thing you know,

you're in an unbreakable 10-year contract

you got to fake your own death to get out of.

Okay, first, I would never do that.

Did I mention that we're a 100% all-natural

and sustainable gym?

I don't sell anything here I wouldn't take myself.

Oh. All true?

[Lily] Hey, babe.

[Brick] Hey, sweetie.

Honey, I got lunch.

Alright, be there in a second, pudding.

Oh, I almost forgot, oh.

Included with your membership,

my personally designed fitness tracker

and complimentary access to Bricked-In,

our fitness and social media app.

Now, with this, you can see each other's achievements,

share workouts, track progress.

It auto recognizes over 60 exercise moves.

And you add friends by bumping bits, like this.

- Fun. - [Brick] Huh?

Gym bros.

Alright, one week. Why not?

Well, at least it'll get me out of the apartment of horrors.

[* upbeat music playing]

- [belching] - Ugh, Jesus.

Okay, that is distinct, pal.

- Sorry. - Yeah, yeah.

[* upbeat music continues]

I see.

[automated voice] Are you doing a dumbbell curl?

[Alex] Oh, that's cool.

Or, or scary.

Yeah, it's kind of a fine line.

[* upbeat music continues]

- [metal clanging] - [Alex] Oh, no.

- Oh, no, oh, no. - Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Number one rule of lifting, always use a spotter.

It's highly dangerous not to.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Um, hi, I'm-I'm Rodney.

Alex.

Oh, I'm sorry. There's something sticky on the bar.

Oh, gyms are just petri dishes.

Plantar warts, folliculitis, ringworm.

- [dumbbells clang] - [zipper buzzes]

I have a zero tolerance policy

for health risks.

Uh, yeah. That's kind of my passion.

Thank you.

Rule two of lifting is always rotate your muscle groups.

So, today, I'm doing chest and arms

and tomorrow legs and... butt.

Ah, something to look forward to.

[Rodney chuckles]

So, y-you guys want to bump bits?

Brick Fits, so, uh, we can, we can be buddies?

- Sure. Yeah. - [trackers chime]

Yeah.

I'm not really in, uh, the market

for new pals right now, but thanks.

I'll take those.

[* triumphant music playing]

The fuck is happening now?

- [* triumphant music playing] - [automated voice] You set

- a new gym record. - [all yelling]

I would do anything for gains like that.

Honestly, Rodney, I think it's great

you don't look like you spend your entire life in the gym.

Oh, but I'm here almost every day.

[Alex] No, no, I mean it in a good way.

[Kevin] No stuff like the good stuff, fellas.

- Fuck, yeah! - Enjoy your workout, ladies.

Oh, my God.

What is this feeling?

It's like hitting the vape

minus the existential dread.

It's like my body is happy with me or something.

Endorphins. You got a workout high.

Ah, I see.

You know, I knew it wasn't just health

and dignity that drove people to do this.

- I'll see you tomorrow? - Alright.

- Uh, leg day, tomorrow. - [Alex] Mm-hmm.

- [distant ship horn blares] - [birds chirping]

Hey, everybody, thanks for waiting.

I know this has shook us all pretty deep.

I mean, mortality and death in a place of health and life?

We all feel it. Yeah.

We'll be closed until this afternoon

while the authorities do their job.

I'm sorry, guys.

I know it's leg day for a lot of you.

- Alright. - Wait, wh-what happened?

I don't know.

Rodney.

- You know the little guy, right? - Yeah.

Went for a late workout.

Lifted way over what he's used to.

Damn fool crushed his neck on the bench press.

He's dead.

Wait, he didn't have a spotter?

Like I said, damn fool.

Jesus.

When we met Rodney yesterday,

he was adamant you always use a spotter.

Honey, he was flirting with you.

What about rule two? Rotate muscle groups.

Why would he be on the bench press

in the middle of the night

when he already worked out his chest and arms

that morning?

How about none of our business, you know?

What if we just leave it alone, like, uh...

Gosh, that would feel really good to do

just for once in my life.

Is that alright?

Thank you.

So, still down for leg day?

Gosh, I-I guess, uh...

I've been feeling a little like a lone wolf lately, uh.

I'm not sure if maybe you picked up on that.

You don't have to go to the gym with me.

I-I just thought it was fun.

Okay, so, uh, what's going on here?

You, uh, new to the city or something?

No.

Just lonely.

Yeah. I, uh...

Sorry.

I don't know what to say, kid. I, uh... Good luck.

- [indistinct] - Yeah.

We've got everything we need.

- I feel so bad. - No,

accidents like this happen more often than you'd think.

It's your insurance premium you should worry about.

Now, you're free to reopen the gym now.

- We'll be in touch. - Oh, thank you, officer.

One more question.

How do you get that cool veiny look on your forearm?

Oh.

Wrist curls.

Three sets of 12, each direction, twice a week.

Oh.

Sugar, come here.

Just be glad they didn't search the office.

If they had found the good stuff, God knows.

- Oh, um... - It's okay, sweetie.

Actually, um, we're almost out.

Can you bring some more over later?

Brick. No.

Until the cops wrap this up, we're not selling anymore.

Come on, Lil, please. Okay?

I mean, we can't just cut the guys off.

Brick, I'm not going to jail so that Kevin can stay yoked.

And that's the end of it.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[* light music playing]

[sighs]

[* dramatic music playing]

Get in the zone!

New delivery just in.

Plenty more where that came from, new supplier.

Put the word out.

[Kevin] It's all there.

Alright, guys. Enjoy the good stuff.

[Kevin] That's fresh.

This taste funky to you?

No, it's good.

Come on.

[* upbeat music continues]

Alright, kid. Let's not make a whole thing about it, alright?

- [belches] - [stomach gurgling]

That's it.

Dude.

My shit is fucked up.

There's something off about this batch, man.

Okay, well, um, every batch is different.

So much depends on the mother's diet.

Um, maybe she ate a lot of cheese.

I can put down ricotta all day, bro.

I know the good stuff, and this ain't it.

Don't play fucking games with me, man.

You're selling us some really egregious shit.

- Oh. - [stomach grumbling]

What was that about?

Who, Kevin?

He's, uh...

He's just mad the pull-down machine is broken.

Huh...

Uh, he just said it's broken.

Ah, it is, and yet he was lying.

What makes you so sure?

Ah.

Yes, okay.

Uh, well, so...

Eh. [sighs]

That's so crazy. W--

Okay, wait. Two truths and a lie.

Do we have to?

I was born to a single alcoholic teenage mother

in Springfield, Missouri.

I've started 11 failed businesses,

including two that resulted in litigation.

I'm severely, like, deathly allergic to cinnamon.

All true, and frankly, a, a bit concerning.

That's amazing.

Maybe Brick knows more than he's letting on.

- You should ask him. - What happened to this whole

we're going to mind our own business, leave things alone?

That's my new vibe.

I mean, I wasn't just jazzy riffing.

I-I meant it, you know, for real.

So, let's get back to leg day, please.

Alright, okay, understood. Yep.

Uh, Mr. Brick.

Poor Rodney.

Like, such a tragic accident.

Strange he didn't have a spotter.

Nobody around to do it.

But, um, we're not liable for that, okay?

You all signed a release.

That is bullshit.

[Alex] So he knows it wasn't an accident

and he knows Rodney wasn't alone.

Well, it doesn't make him a murderer.

Fuck, I should have just asked Brick if he did it.

What, no? That's unbelievably dangerous, trust me.

Fine. So, Brick suspects it wasn't an accident.

I mean, he did also lie about Kevin being upset

about the pull-down being broken.

But it is broken.

Alright, uh, well, gosh, I don't know.

I mean, uh, well, maybe Kevin's upset about something else.

- [people chattering] - [footsteps thudding]

What the fuck are we doing?

- We're snooping. - Why?

- This is fun. - No!

- Shh! - [Brick] And the best part is

we're all natural.

I don't sell anything here I wouldn't take myself.

Huh.

Was that bullshit?

Well, yeah. But what's weird is

a few days ago, it wasn't.

What changed? [gasps] Oh.

Maybe Rodney discovered, like, a steroid ring

or blood boy bank.

- A what? - You know, blood boys?

- No! - We got to search his office.

No.

Hard cut to what the fuck am I doing?

Lots of baby formula.

H-His wife works at that, uh, baby doctor place, remember?

If you're looking for 'roids, uh, check the fridge.

Nothing. Maybe he cleared it.

Speaking of, how about we clear out? You know, please.

You're supposed to be the lookout. Are you even looking?

Yes, of course I am.

Oh.

W-What's going on here? What are you doing?

Searching your office.

Uh, for the sauna, which is not here.

So, Alex.

Uh, the sauna is, uh...

Uh, so-so sorry.

Oh, there! I see it...

I guess it was just an accident at the gym.

Brick's got nothing to hide, I was wrong.

- Ah, well. - [baby crying]

What?

Well, I mean, you know, you, you searched,

but you didn't look at the red bills on his desk.

Those are collection agency notices.

- Ooh! - Which doesn't prove anything

but Brick is in a crunch.

And I got to admit there's something about it

that just doesn't sit right in my brain.

You know, like, uh, scattered pieces of a puzzle or something, so, uh...

Yes, we should go back tonight and snoop around.

We can crack this. Look, I swiped Brick's key card.

- We can sneak in. - It's open 24 hours.

- We can snoop around anyway. - Okay.

Uh, look, I know this all seems like hijinks and adventure to you,

but I know where this goes, it's, uh, bullets.

You know, people trying to burn you to death, alligators, uh...

People, well, they don't like the truth as much as they think they do.

That doesn't sound fun.

I mean, the, the alligator stuff kind of does, but...

No, actually. No, not fun, alright?

You turn up with your kid sister golden retriever energy,

saying the word "snoop," next thing I know,

but, uh, I'm sorry, I can't.

I really, I can't.

It is none of my business.

The guy we met is dead.

And because of your gift,

we might be the only ones who can--

None of my business, okay?

The end, period.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

So.

[baby crying]

Ah, nuts.

Alex.

Alex.

Alex!

- Ah, geez. - [baby crying]

[Kevin belching]

[Kevin] I've got a blinding headache.

[patrons groaning]

Shut up, Kev.

- I feel sick, bro. - [patron] Disgusting.

What's the health code rating on this place anyway?

[* tense music playing]

[zipper buzzes]

I have a zero tolerance policy for health risks.

[Kevin] I still think there's something off with the good stuff.

[bodybuilders] Good stuff!

Did I mention that we're a 100% all-natural gym?

♪

[Charlie] H-His wife works at that, uh, baby doctor place, remember?

[* dramatic music continues]

[baby crying]

[baby belches]

- [Kevin belches] - Ugh, Jesus.

Okay, that is distinct, pal.

- Excuse me. - Hmm?

Oh, is that, uh, is that breast milk?

Y-Yeah. What...

- That's none of your business. - Hmm.

Well, I just, uh, I just made it my business.

- What? - [baby crying]

[Charlie] Oh, hey, Brick!

Hi, I, uh, it's great to see you

'cause I-I actually have been meaning to ask you, um.

For a machine, I need a, a spotter.

Right, 'cause that's how...

Gosh, that's how Rodney got into all that trouble, huh?

Yeah.

'Cause he didn't have a spotter.

Right.

And he was here all alone.

Mm-hmm.

Gosh, it's a shame that you weren't here to warn him.

Yeah, I mean, it is a shame

that I wasn't here.

Right.

- [tracker chimes] - Huh.

Huh, looks like we're buddies now.

Kind of cute. Alright.

I, uh, I-I'm going to look you up, um, on neck day.

Okay, okay.

Uh, I saw you working out Saturday,

the day that Rodney died.

You deleted the data, you son of a bitch.

The leaderboard.

New gym record, 1:55 a.m.?

The night that Rodney died.

Huh. Gotcha.

[automated voice] You loved a workout.

[tracker chimes]

- [* suspenseful music playing] - Huh?

[Brick] Oh, no.

No, I do not love murder exercises, delete love.

- Oh, shit. - Activate delete.

- Unsubscribe. - [door thudding]

[steam hissing]

[muffled] Brick. No, Brick.

Hey, you don't have to do this, man.

- [muffled] I'm sorry. - No, no, no, don't do it, don't do it.

Don't... [grunts] Don't do it!

Don't do it!

- [Charlie knocking] - Brick. Wait, wait, wait.

[* tense music playing]

Hey, everyone, um, can I please have your attention?

I just got word that there's a, uh, a gas leak

in the building next door.

I need everyone to calmly exit.

So sorry.

[* "The Way of the World" by Lisa Furr playing in gym]

[sighs]

- [tracker chimes] - What?

You muscle-headed bastard.

Brick!

[muffled shouting] Let me out!

Brick, let me out of here!

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, hey, hey!

Hello? Anyone, anyone, anyone, hello?

[automated voice] Are you doing aerobics?

What? Ah!

[tracker chimes]

"Charlie C is doing heel raises."

[grunting]

[tracker chimes]

"Charlie C is doing arm circles."

[panting]

"Charlie C is doing lunges."

"Charlie C is doing... pushups."

[panting]

Heel raises, arm circles, lunges, pushups.

Come on, kid. Come on, you got to figure this out.

Work with me here. Come on!

Heel raises, arm circles, lunges, pushups.

H-A-L-P. H-Halp?

Halp?

[* dramatic music playing]

[automated voice] I am strong, brave, and beautiful.

I believe in myself completely.

[keycard beeps]

[* upbeat music playing in office]

[automated voice] I trust myself and my intuition.

I embrace my flaws and imperfections.

[breathing heavily]

[muffled] What the fuck?!

Oh, my God.

He did it. No, Brick, he killed Rodney,

and, and he deleted the evidence.

[Alex] We'll worry about it later.

- Let's get out of here. - Okay.

Halp, halp, you know?

You could've done elbow dips. "E." H-E-L-P.

[Charlie] Jesus, I was trying...

[Charlie panting]

- [Charlie] Oh, shit. - [both yelling]

- I thought I heard something. - [automated voice] Is that a discus throw?

Oh, my God. Man, this isn't going to work, okay?

Nobody is going to believe that I died

trying to lift any more than, I don't know, what,

five pounds maximum.

I-I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave.

We won't tell anybody. What do we care about a dead meathead?

Meathead?

I have a PhD in exercise science!

- [dumbbell thuds] - [Charlie] Geez!

Alright, alright, alright!

That's very, very impressive, seriously!

Hey, maybe we misunderstood this whole situation.

You know, maybe Rodney, you know,

he crushed his own windpipe.

- Shut up! - [metal clangs]

- You mother... - [glass shatters]

[Charlie yells]

- Get him! - [all grunting]

Get him. Ow!

[Brick grunting]

- Alex! - [Brick yells]

- [Charlie] Ow. - [Brick grunts]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[Lily] Francis John Bricatino!

What is the meaning of this?

Lil. Um, no, no. See, you don't understand.

Lil, they were going to tell on me.

About the good stuff? It's okay, baby.

We'll take the consequences, we'll figure it out.

Actually, it was the murder.

I-I'm sorry. The what?

He killed Rodney.

Yeah, he tried to make it look like an accident.

Shut up!

Lil, Lil, look, I'm-I'm sorry, okay?

- Wh-- - The, the gym was in trouble.

Rodney was going to tell the city.

We got into a fight, Lil.

He kicked me.

I didn't mean to do it.

I swear, I didn't mean to do it.

[sobbing] I didn't mean to. I just wanted to...

I just...

I just wanted to create a space

where people could celebrate

the glory of the human body, Lil, alright?

And get really, really ripped.

It was an accident.

Oh, my God. [crying]

I... I, I...

I did a bad, bad thing.

I did a bad, bad thing.

It's okay.

[mouthing]

It's okay, it's okay, my baby boy.

We'll figure this out, okay?

[Brick crying]

[moaning]

[sirens wailing]

Uh, well, another community down the drain.

If it takes lies to keep something together,

it deserves to fall apart.

[Charlie] Gosh, you...

You really believe that, don't you?

Yeah.

Yes, I think that you might be

the most honest person I have ever met.

I mean, I have not heard you tell not one single lie.

I mean, I'm talking not a big whopper one,

uh, not a...

Not a little white one.

Yeah. I don't believe in it.

If you ask me a question and I lie,

who are you having a conversation with?

Nobody.

I can see why you don't have many friends.

Any friends.

A wise woman once told me

people don't like the truth as much as they think they do.

Ah, I see what you did there.

Well, Alex, you got one now.

You too.

I've actually been meaning to ask you this.

How did you end up in New York?

It's kind of an unbelievable story, uh.

- I used to play poker, you know, for money. - Oh, my God.

It never even occurred to me how rich you should be.

Uh, yeah, t-turns out that's a, that's a terrible idea, okay?

So, uh, I'm, uh, living out in the desert

and, uh, well, I fell in with a spicy crowd.

[Alex] Oh, my God.

[Charlie] Lethal. [chuckles] Anyway...

[* "Warning" by Carolyn Hester playing]

♪ The same old sun ♪

♪ The same old stars ♪

♪ The same old moon and the same old Mars ♪

♪ It's the same you ♪

♪ It's the same me ♪

♪ But baby, there's begun to be a change in me ♪

♪ Warning ♪

♪ Storm clouds all around morning ♪

♪ Somehow you didn't see the warning ♪

♪ Storm clouds all over me ♪

[* song fades out]