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Are you sure about this, Wayne?

You trust me to get in,

but you don't
trust me to get out.

Wait, that idiot built it himself?

Yeah.

So he just learned on his own?

He was in the Coast Guard,

and he was an engineering
major for a minute.

You're kidding.

Do I look like I'm fucking kidding?

I thought this loser
never finished anything.

He's not a loser.

He suffers from selective completion.

You know what?

Can we just get this over with?

Please?

All right, be sure you give us,
like, a three-second countdown.

What the hell do you think
this is, a space launch?

-That was, like, four seconds!
-Goddamn it! Fuck it!

I was shaving my
ball sack last night,

which got me to thinking
about your call numbers here.

These metrics suck.
These are sucky-ass metrics.

Clients with freight.
Carriers with trucks.

The only impediment to
this synergy is the leads.

The leads have to be called!

So, you know, there's a
recycling bin outside your office.

Have you hired a
new sales rep yet?

You gotta have a pretty good
reason as to why you wanna take a…

entry-level freight broker job, right?

Well, where'd you find that
big Santa sausage hairy guy?

Oh, you mean Big Guy?
A client referred him.

Well, get someone else, at
least for Prine and Prine QC,

We're not shipping dildos here.

Have you been out to see them yet?

No. I haven't.

They would love a visit from a veteran.

The service records are hot right now.

Wayne…

there is a reason you're
the age you are and stuck.

Ambitious ones have more
going on beneath the surface.

Don't be 35 and still
making cold calls.

You really think this account
needs that much attention?

The biggest pharmaceutical
company in this country.

You have any idea how
insidious their reach is?

The supply chain's in disarray.
Big business needs us.

And you need to focus on freight 24-7.

I focus on freight when
I'm fucking my wife.

Of course.

Take some gear, go see
your client, and do your job.

Aye-aye, captain.

No speeding. That's a company car.

Got it.

Fuck!

Oh! Oh, oh, oh.

Thank you.

It looked a lot more
stable before I picked it up.

Nobody asked you to
make a move, baby dick.

I meant the stack.

I'm sorry your load is late.

Yeah, the driver fell asleep.

No, no, like, in a
parking lot or something.

Well, yeah, he's a
driver, not a doctor.

You get it?

Dumbass.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. Thanks, buddy.

Oh, shit.

You wanna go on a
ride with me real quick?

Bringing the new guy on reops?

Welcome to logistics.

I guess it started back in college.

Where you and
Wayne sold "Study-All"

to students cramming for exams.

You took the fall and
Wayne transferred.

Everyone experiments in college.

Pushing speed on
desperate college students?

Push?

What push?

You were caught selling
it outside of the library.

Do you know how supply
and demand works?

So Wayne enters the workforce.

He doesn't even need to switch
up his Rolodex to keep his side gig.

Tell me about his supplier Hoppy.

Hoppy.

She never met a
drug she couldn't sell.

Zannies, uppers, downers, coke,

kitty coke, mescaline,
mini thins, whippets,

boobs, buttons,

over the counter
decongestants, barbiturates.

I don't even know
what barbiturates are.

Well, barbiturate is--

Hoppy sold them.

Unkies, fluff, K-hole,
poor man's ecstasy,

hippy crack, Lucy, crissy,

Molly, Miss Emma, Mr. Blue,

blue silk, blue meanies, jenkem.

Oh, if you don't
know what jenkem is,

please look it up.

Battery acid, dollies,
Mexican brown, China white,

green K, red dexies,
red devils, red rock,

peppies, skippies,
fizzies, whizzies.

Wayne kept it low key for a while,

hustling Study-All at the office,
because let's face it,

ADD-stricken freight
brokers rip through that shit.

And he probably would
have kept things mellow

until one day she asked him
to level up some Oxycocet,

some Fentanyl.

Can you stay on the point?

I've got the supply, your
office has the demand.

Synergy.

Oh, you know, the speed, it's harmless.

Shit, you know, shit's helping
my customers a lot, but…

This kind of different.

Don't be such a little bitch.

I'm not.

Like, they can't
cop it without you.

She's got a point, Wayne.

Oh, I can just
see the headlines,

"Wayne Poss's limp dick
wins the war on drugs."

Hey, when you're done being such
a boner killer, will you let me know?

In the meantime, spread
these around the office.

See how easy it is.

Good stuff.

Yo, we got this.

Let's go, Big Guy.

Hasta la vista, dickheads.

Work the leads.

It's a numbers' game.

They give you a dictionary
with your training manual?

No?

Well, get a dictionary.

Look up "synergy".

They have drugs to sell.

We have jails to fill.

Synergy.

They teach you about supply
and demand at the academy?

No, but I wasn't dropped
on my head as a child.

Well, I was.

Help me find the supply.

You gonna help me?

It's my job.

Yeah, okay, good. That's good.

You're gonna do
all right around here.

Is that all?

No, that's all.

Okay.

I'm at the service center
five days a week plus this shit.

Who is that?

It's Big Guy. We work together.

Oh, I pay for those, dude.

Hey, cut it out!

Hey, look at me. We're go--
It's gonna be like old times.

Where I get arrested
and you don't.

Dude, can you not?

Those are for the kids.

If you could just leave them. Seriously.

No, it's cool. I got a buddy
that makes these.

I'll sell them for cheap.

Where did you find him?

He's going to frighten the children.

Look at me. Please look at me.

Don't worry about him.

We're not gonna be driving around
the city dealing drugs to college kids.

We're just gonna be slinging some
shit to co-workers once in a while.

I don't know shit about logistics.

It'll be like a promotion.
Come on. I got this.

You in?

All right, I take that
as a yes. All right?

Yo, Big Guy, let's go!

Come on.

Take that shit off, man.

-Take it off.
-Oh, dude,

oh, I'm gonna grab this.

Happy birthday to me, bitches!

Hey, Monday 9:00 a.m., all right?

Sectorem Logistics.

I'll text you.

How'd you get in here?

Door was open.

Gotta be more
careful locking up.

People might steal your stuff.

Didn't I tell you to quit calling
me baby dick at the office?

I had to.

This new recruiter
on my team was like,

"Wayne is Wayne,
landing Big Pharma accounts."

Well, Wayne's the man.

It's like my uncle who's 6'7",
and everyone calls him Tiny.

Okay, stop talking
about Tiny, please.

Because this is mine.

Staying the night or what?

I can't. I have a
networking thing at 8:00 a.m.

I just came by on my way.

Do I need to get my vibrator,
or were you gonna, like…

Yeah, no, absolutely.

Best time of the day!

Doing great, champ.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry I can't
physically make a truck move faster.

No, I can see
that on the screen.

Hey.

Thanks, sweets.

Yeah, all right, great.

Well, fortunately for you
in this land of opportunity,

if you didn't like my rate,
you didn't have to take it.

You know what you did.

Hey, baby.

Did you get my email?

The one that you just sent three
minutes ago that said "no rush"?

Yeah.

Roll call.

What about it?

Why haven't you been out to P&P?

I don't know. I was
worried it wouldn't work out.

Wouldn't work out?

How could it possibly
not work out for you?

Jesus Christ.

You're the worst
white man in America.

That's not racist.

That's reality.

And no, it's not
fair, but neither

is a reality where
people fail upwards,

wives lie to their husbands,
and Big Pharma can smack us

around with their big
battering ram cocks.

Not to worry.

All they care about
is their stock price,

which is healthy…

That's good.

Yeah.

If you're not on time, you're late.

And if you're late, you're fired.

I'm kidding. I'm not kidding.

I'm kidding.

I'm not kidding.

Boss man, good to see you. Happy Monday.

Happy Monday.

Monday fun day.

That's right!

Hey, Big Guy, real quick.

What's it like having a kid?

-Daisy?
-Yeah.

How expensive are they?

Kids with Ashley. Gross.

I'm convinced I have a tapeworm.

The school system never really
taught me about a tapeworm.

So I'm thinking maybe
it's not so bad, right?

I mean, it does help
with digestion, you know?

It's a predatory leech.

Sucks the soul
from the inside out.

And so is a kid.

How'd you get through
that shit so quick?

Hell, shit flew.

Speedy delivery service? My ass.

I've been waiting on
this driver forever.

Come on, man! I just wanna
know where my sandwich is.

All right. I'm out of here.
Who's coming with?

Oh, I'm in.

Not me. I got food on
the way. Later, losers.

I gotta feed the
dogs, by the way.

You know what you need?

A freaking dog shelter.

Shit, idiot. Why do
you think I'm working?

Yo.

Every minute you wait,
my cheese coagulates.

Come on, buddy!

Oh, my fucking God, Wayne.

If the average IQ is
100, you are a healthy 85.

It is simple logistics.

Logistics, huh? Do tell.

Our connection in Canada?

He's got a surplus, but he doesn't
wanna drive it across the border.

How bigs the pickup?

About 400K.

I mean, he's got more up
there. I just don't have the cash.

What if I go in on it with you,
and then I go pick it up?

-Whatever tickles your pickle.
-Wayne.

If you get 200K, you
could easily triple it.

When's the pickup?

Next week.

How do you plan on
driving it across the border?

I don't.

Come on.

Just making a pickup.

It's in a different country.

Oh, gee, thanks.

Me working in shipping,
I wouldn't know that.

You don't have $200,000.

I withdrew 150K today.

Oh, let me see
that bottle opener.

See?

Wait.

Why did you bring
$150,000 to the table?

Easy money, ho.

You're going alone?

No, no, I'll bring Big Guy. Yeah?

I can manage.

You couldn't manage a Buffalo
Wild Wings if you wanted to.

I'll go.

No.

Then why am I here?

Hand to hands in the office.

Oh, so you have this random
guy put up all the money

and make me do all the work.

It's the oldest arrangement
since the invention of money.

Gentiles make Jews
do all the work for them.

That rich people
make broke-ass bitches

do tasks for cash.

You know, look. It's all
reproductive, you know?

Redecorative.

-Yeah.
-It's reductive.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

We're all gonna split the
money three equal ways.

Oh, okay. So this shit sandwich
just gets to use his trust fund and--

It's more of a portfolio now.
I've diversified into crypto.

Okay, well, you're
still 50K short

and you don't have that much
in your little bitch Vermont fund.

We're…

we're 10K short.

The shelter deposit?

No.

No.

Easy money, holes
in your pockets.

Who else knows about this?

-No one.
-Ashley?

You don't trust her either.

No, it's not--it's just--
I mean, no, I just--

I don't think international
drug smuggling is a key way

to start a healthy relationship.

Do you?

No, that's literally my point.

Just like that.

Here's the deposit for
my sad animal hospital.

Wayne's like a brother.

My brother doesn't drive around

with a trunk full
of decongestants.

Not what I heard.

You can make a lot of meth
with 612 boxes of Congesti-phed.

It's over the counter.

It's locked up at the drugstore.

So is shampoo!

And conditioner, and razors.

Failure to repay within 15 days
means forfeiture of your land.

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah. I got it.

You're gonna give me
the $30,000 today, correct?

All right, all right.

Wait, you know what?

Before you, like,
put pen to paper,

let's think about some things.

-Too late. There you go.
-Oh. Yep. It's over.

Thank you.

Fifteen days.

Jeez, this door is stupid.

Hey, babe. A call
would have been nice.

Okay.

Yeah, this looks super normal, Wayne.

What are you doing?

I mean, look, I don't have a
choice. I have to leave tonight.

You know, I mean, it
sounds pretty crazy, but…

Can I have a code name?
Can I be Wet Kitten?

Hey, I've been thinking about
the future a lot, you know?

I really think that you
and I could start a family.

Don't.

Don't.

-Oh.
-Cool.

Cool?

Sounds cool.

We're talking about
running drugs here.

Navigating psychos and shit.

I mean, jail time.

I know, but you can
earn some money.

I'd like to help.

Okay, how?

I don't know, but
we'll figure it out

because I am good
at a lot of things.

Like, come here.

We're gonna get the check.

There is not a cab in sight. Come on.

No. What are you doing?

Please, my basement is flooded.

There it is. We got an
Uber. It's 15 minutes out.

Wayne, when a girl
suggests riding a bike home

because she's wet, you say yes.

I don't know how to ride a bike.

What?

I don't know how to ride a bike.

Wow, okay.

We're gonna have to
fix that, but not tonight.

Come on, get behind me.

Don't make me beg.

Get behind me.

All right.

Let's do it.

Get that ass home.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck, dang, man!
Freaking door, man!

Always.

Better check that warranty, bud.

Thought it would be bigger.

Come on.

Come on.

We're in business, baby.

Precious cargo here, bro.

Oh, fuck, I hope
Big Guy fits in this.

Seriously. Wayne,
open the hatch, buddy.

What's that smell?

Your entire ride home
if I don't get syrup.

-Fine.
-What?

We have to move the drop.

Are you out of
your mind, dick rag?

I don't care how
much money you have.

I'm not driving to where--

Where are you even trying to go?

Oh, the shoreline syrup stand.

Oh, man. That's good syrup.

It's not just good on
pancakes, you know?

You should try it on
ice cream, fresh fruit,

and, oh, yeah, my balls.

Get your ass over
here and help me.

Why is that guy such an asshole?

Will you shut your mouth?

Put the box down. Help
me go through this shit.

I think we're gonna
need a bigger boat.

My God, right?

It's a lot of fucking drugs.

-Wayne.
-Shit, man.

It's leaking.

-I know. Move! Move!
-What do you mean?

I'm trying to--what the fuck!

Fuck it!

Fucking manual thing is out.

Oh, my God, you farted!

Man musk!

Be sure you give us, like,
a three-second countdown?

What the hell do you think
this is, a space launch?

That was, like, four seconds!

Goddamn it! Fuck it!

Oh, fuck!

Wayne!

Wayne!

Wayne!

Okay, keep your head
like this for 15 minutes.

The entire 15 minutes!

What does that mean?

Hey, how much time do we got?

Until Hoppy collects? I don't know.

No, I meant for breakfast.

It makes me physically
ill to be around you.

But you know what?

I have a birthday party I have to shoot.

So, can you just give me a ride?

Hey, why did Hoppy have
all that Congesti-phed?

Seriously, I mean, how
does a woman get sick

living in a cave all day
playing video games?

I don't care, Wayne.

You owe her more money
than our lives are worth.

You owe me.

You owe him.

You--you know
what? I don't even--

I don't even care about him.
I mean, fuck him. Yeah, you!

I don't even know who you are.

Can you just give me a ride, please?

Oh, oh, yes, your majesty.

Just take her to the car, man. Please.

Seemed like that went well.
Why didn't you call me?

Why is your head like that?

She just put some ear drops in.

I almost drowned
in my submarine.

Do I fail at everything?

Cause I just failed again,
like every other damn thing.

I mean, do I fail because
I--I don't finish anything?

Deep breath.

Talk to me.

What happened?

Are you hurt?

Why was Raquel here?

I just lost $400,000 in
every hope that I had

of getting out of this
corporate bullshit, okay?

I don't need to hear that stuff.

Just maybe if she hadn't
slept with half of Chicago.

We're just friends, Ashley!
We're just friends. Okay?

You know what I do when I
almost lose half a mil of drug money?

What?

Learn how to ride a bike.

Oh, you want me to learn
how to ride a bike right now?

After my meeting.

Keep your head tilted
like that the whole time,

or the ear stuff won't work.

The whole time, baby dick.

Move.

Enough, Hoppy.
You have to fix this.

Who goes there?

Game over.

Need some water?

What the fuck?

I'm in the middle
of my exercise here.

You guys come in. I'm
clearly in the zone here.

Hey, hey, hey!

What?

Okay, well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go teach my
boyfriend how to ride a bike.

He can't ride a bike?

What an idiot.

So freaking embarrassing, man.

Would you rather I put your…

-No.
-Training wheels back on?

You just got my beard in here.

Don't be a pussy.

Okay, so just pedal towards
me really fast and don't stop.

You make it all the way to
me, I'll give you your juice box.

Freaking juice box.

Good.

Goo--Okay.

Careful, careful, careful.

Steady.

Hey.

Yes, you're doing it!

I got it!

Oh, shit!
Oh, God!

Okay, walk it off,
baby, walk it off.

Yeah, we handle all the
shipments for Prine and Prine.

I just need a little
bit of info from you,

and we'll make the arrangements.

Four pallets of Congesti-phed?

Sure, we…

we ship all over the U.S.,
wherever your Congesti-phed--

Wherever your Congesti-phed
needs to go, we can get it there.

Indeed.

All right.

Both leads were
dead ends for me.

How about you?

What?

Where are you right now?

I'm at the lake,
collecting evidence.

Are you eating?

All right, okay, we're going to
need to find something soon,

because I don't have--

Yeah.

Real evidence.

All right, bye. Call you back.

No.

What do you mean "no"?

No.

We're not even actually
stealing any drugs.

It's just an ingredient of drugs
from a Fortune 500 company.

Why are you two even here?

Well, this is where I
gotta ship the pallets.

This isn't a drugstore.

No shit, I mean, but P&P does

so much business
with Sectorem Logistics

that a few missing pallets here and
there, no one's gonna even notice.

We sure the drivers
are gonna come here?

We dispatch the drivers.

Dude, have you not been
dispatching any of the drivers?

Well, point is, you can
have them ship it anywhere.

Let me give you guys a 101

on when it comes
to logistics, okay?

Thirty-day training course in
just two minutes. Come here.

-Like, take a semi-truck.
-I'm not…

Actually, no,
make it a box truck.

All over town, local
drivers make pickups.

A pallet of Congesti-phed
here, sex toys there, whatever.

A mixed bag of freight.

Then these grumpy drivers
bring them to the local terminal

where they're stirred
into a freight bouillabaisse

with all the other
local pickups.

At this point, they're sorted,
and our pallet is put on

another truck with other
freight going the same

general direction
across the country.

Along the way, they stop
at every major city's terminal

where they're again
unloaded and sorted

by underpaid gig workers
with no benefits or job security,

making $10 an hour,
minus bathroom breaks,

who are perpetually
running behind.

Our pallet is loaded
onto yet another truck

until it reaches the
delivery terminal

where it's again unloaded,
and put onto another local truck

where a geographically different
but equally stressed-out driver

makes the final drop.

Now, if you have a
shipment going 1,000 miles,

it can be unloaded and
reloaded four extra times.

All right, that's a dozen
extra sets of hands on it.

Might as well shriek
wrap them in red tape.

It's just such a cluster fuck.

That's the journey
of one pallet,

and multiply that
by 1,000 times daily.

I mean, literally, supply
chain is like a giant clown orgy.

Not funny clowns,
just the sad clowns.

But at this point in
the journey, what I do

is I revise the bill of lading,
set up a new delivery address.

What is that called, Big Guy?

Come on, dude,
it's fucking easy.

Our plan to steal pallets?

Re-consignment, man.

It's French for
change of course.

Fuck yeah.

Wait, why are they
gonna change course?

Well, because it
says in the paperwork,

"Bill Sectorem Logistics."

Obey the money.

Exactly.

I'm a little over my
head here, Raquel.

Yeah, shocking.

Just get me my money back, man.

This isn't fun anymore.

What crawled up your cooter?

A lot, dude.

I thought it was a solid
plan. I even drew it all out.

I think you need to invite
her to the clown orgy.

Sir, I told you it's
no longer your land.

Yes, I know, I get it.

I'm just curious if
anyone's tried to buy it out.

Sir, please, please,
stop calling me.

You don't have it?

No.

But wait!

I have something for you.

It's in my car.

Fine.

Let's go play outside, kids.

I need finished product, Wayne.

Who was gonna cook this?

That idiot?

400K by the first.

And in case you forget
how deep my reach is…

You reach him now.

What?

That's also figurative.
Okay, pumpkin?

Thank you for holding.
We will be with you shortly.

Yo, I've got another idea.

Thank you for holding.

Your Fentanyl prescription
is ready for pickup.

Peddling prescription pills.

Sir, I'm still on the phone.

Like, I'm not suggesting we
roam around Washington Park

with opioids in a Pez dispenser.

Not yet.

I mean, we could just
dish it around the office

to the coworkers and
give the bulk to Hoppy.

Look, we've gotta pay this
deranged nerd her money back.

Probably just sitting there playing
video games right now anyway.

Hey.

Those are my nan's.

Shut up.

It's only the green ones?
What do they have other colors?

It's like Skittles.

Hey, you know what, scumbag?

When I was a kid, we
used to steal candy,

not ingredients to make meth.

Was meth even a thing
in the Cretaceous Period?

Shut up!

She told you.

I thought you said this was not

going to be a meeting
discussing other meetings.

Okay, no.

Two shakes, that's all you get.

Well, that's the dumbest
thing I've ever heard.

No, this definitely--
Hang on just a second.

Let me, take--I'll come back.

Okay.

Well, this could
have been an email.

Wayne?

Where is this?

Vermont.

I used to own five
acres out there.

Well, so like, what is it?

Is this, like, a place where
you take other women?

A stabbing cabin?

For Ashley?

Yeah, I first thought it
would be a tiny house.

How were you gonna pay for it?

Tiny mortgage?

No, when I started
working over at Sectorem,

I thought maybe
you, and I could…

bundle up a couple
shipping containers together.

I was an architecture
major for one semester.

What happened?

That ship sailed on
a sea of Coors Light.

So, I mean, when you
said that you used to own it,

what do you mean you used to?

Oh…

that money went
down on a different ship.

Let's get it back.

I'll do my best.

Wall Street called.

What, the whole street?

Our investors are pissed, Wayne!

Why? Revenue's up.

Call numbers are not!

A monkey could be
trained to dial the phone.

Maybe we should
get your girlfriend

to start hiring monkeys!

All right, follow me. I'll go tell her.

Not so fast!

All those drugs you're
moving are really working out.

Prine and Prine.

Also, we need to talk
about your monthly goal.

What about it?

We need to raise it to 400,000.

You just gave it to me
at the start of the month!

That's a gift!

Table for one! And
don't use that word.

That offends my gypsy heritage.

You can't just double my
goal out of the blue, man!

You know, in the old days,
a worker's goal for tomorrow

was based on their
production for today.

So, if you picked 80
pounds of cotton today,

your goal, for
tomorrow would be 90.

Did you really just say cotton?

You're talking about slavery, man!

The system worked.

The system did not work!

They made money.

Oh, God.

This is fucking bullshit!
You know it, man.

Prine and Prine.

Visit!

Oh.

Hey, fellas.

I need a nap.

Grit, hustle, execute, success.

Nap.

You need a prescription for pills.

So, where they coming from?

-Mexico?
-Oh.

These Mexican knockoffs?

These are the real deal!

Straight from the drug companies.

Like, Oxycodone,
Fen, the greatest hits.

So--so no needles?

Not when they're flooding
in like a sorority party.

Stop harassing our citizens.

I don't wanna be on
the news for this shit.

So, they're not…

shoplifting them then?

Maybe they're falling off trucks.

Of what?

Just trying to help you.

So what, you a manager now?

Well, Dwyer groomed
me like a dog.

What, are you gonna start
harassing us with call numbers?

You're gonna bring
your stupid little

lunch in a yoga bag, like--

Where are we on
those pharma leads?

I can't get this
lady on the phone.

What lady?

This lady right here?
You fucking useless queef.

Hey, there's a number. Hang on a second.

Hey, my guy.

Drugs, please.

Midwest Opioids.
How can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking
for Joanne Reynolds.

Yeah, this is the principal
at her son's school.

There's been a
horrific accident.

-Oh, my God, yes! Please hold.
-Yes, yes, yes. I'll hold.

That's how it's done.
You fucking ball bag.

God, this fucking cast stinks.

You guys can suck me.

Hello?

Joanne! Have I got
good news for you.

I feel like I'm scrubbing
the world's largest toilet

with the world's
smallest toothbrush.

Come on. Canvassing junkies and
shoplifters one at a time is a great idea…

1992, I was one.

There's a digital footprint
out there, Bordeaux.

Breadcrumbs, rookie, seriously?

Come on. Nice try.

Think!

That barista said something.

No, yeah, let's
listen to the burnout

who, for sure queefed
in your iced coffee

instead of listening
to your partner.

That's a great idea.

Check out the trucking
companies and…

brokerages.

Anyone in particular?

Yeah, whoever's orchestrating it,

they are strictly business.

Serious mind.

Hey, when the fuck's
Raquel getting here?

Her sores are probably flaring up again.

Well, who's gonna
make the rounds then?

Hey, you think I gotta
pay extra for them

to sedate the lions
when I'm on safari

so that it's easier
for me to kill them?

Remember when you asked,

"Why doesn't your
downtrodden friend like me?"

I believe my exact words were,

"What's that broke chick's problem?"

This is why.

Do you have a format that
should be thrown off a bridge?

You wanna know what the two
most important words to success are?

What's that?

-Pay special.
-Ooh, yeah, thank you, baby dick.

That's what I'm talking about.

Wayne, you have a
client visit to get to.

P&P is pissed. Something
about shortages.

Did he just call you baby dick?

Hey, Suzanne, did
you get the email

from the… about the thing?

-Sam--
-I gotta make a stop first, boss.

I'll meet you there.

Fuck.

Maybe don't treat me like a horse.

What? You're not a horse.

Just--if you're gonna take
a week off the shitty job,

give me a heads up, you know?

Give me a text, a call,
something, a smoke signal.

Okay, okay.

How are you feeling
about Prine and Prine?

Nervous.

Meetings in an hour.

What? Why now?

They wanna discuss the missing shipment,

but it's cool, okay? It's cool.

They don't even have to
prove that you're jacking skids.

They'll just suggest it
and then game over.

We're not at that point yet.

I mean, the client's been paid for.

Some EVP just wants to
make sure we're addressing it.

-I should go.
-Oh, my gosh!

No, I'm so sorry.
You're totally good.

Wow, I actually thought
she had an excuse this time.

I do. I have a sore throat.

I'm so sorry.

Just remember, every carrier
screws up at some point.

Freight happens.

As long as we own it, they'll forgive us.

I bet my reputation these
guys are intrinsically good.

No, these people are
a soulless corporation

that prey on disease and winks.

Maybe at a holistic level,
sure, but not logistics.

How can I help you?

Don't be nervous.

Mr. Dwyer.

Call me Dick.

Oh, I sure will.

Pleasure.

And Mr. Poss, is it?

Oh, what happened there?

Just…

minor accident, a mistake.

Oh, God, I hope you learned from it.

Please, take a seat.

Thank you so much for
taking the time to meet with us.

We understand how
busy your schedule is.

I just want to start by saying we
are committed to your business

and servicing your account.

I think about freight
24/7, and so does Wayne.

Yeah, I'm gonna
stop you right there.

I really don't care about a
couple of missing pallets.

You don't?

You know, it's
drops in a bucket,

and I'm willing to
concede a few losses.

I need you to cut
my spending by 15%.

Fifteen?

Yeah.

Well, let's get to it!

Let's make money.

Mr. Poss, thank you.

-I--I'll call.
-Great to see you.

Have a nice day, Dick.

A real pleasure.

Hey, Mr. Poss, I'll
be watching you.

Wait, Big Pharma is
using freight brokers?

To push more pills.

Shit! Case closed!

What's up, baby dick?

Hey, I just finally got
to visit a freaking client.

And guess what?

It's that bitch-ass drug
dealer I owe a fortune to!

Hoppy didn't sink
yourself, though.

No, she just gets half the
city's brokers high as balls,

and then dangles
a carrot in my face,

knowing I couldn't resist.

P&P wants us to leave, man.

Hoppy can demand even more.

Now, dude, that's some synergy.

The fuck do you
know, you fat bastard?

Fuck you, Big Pharma!

What did you do?
What did you do?

Fuck!

I'm cold.

-Are you?
-Yeah.

Get in.

Hi.

I'll be right back.

So, how long is the wait?

Hey, you just took a two.

You're not gonna
wash your hand--okay.

Really? Freaking bathroom?

I mean, there's gotta be
rules against that kinda shit.

Rules?

What do you want?

Equilib--equili… Oh, fuck me.

-You almost had it! Equilibrium?
-Equilibrium! Yeah, I want equilibrium.

Okay, so what?

Hoppy doesn't pay jack shit.

She said some gibberish
about below equilibrium salaries.

Okay, quit! Why do you work for her?

It's Big Pharma!

She starts talking economic this and
Adam Smith that, and blah, blah, blah!

So, I'm thinking, while you're
out there slinging them pills,

carve out ten grand a
week, for me as well.

-What?
-Buddy, hold up there.

You have any idea what
you're up against here, Wayne?

Yeah, pretty girl out there.

Yeah, she's fine.

Hey, now, that's
against the rules!

Shut up, Wayne!

Not sure you're in any
position to be a hard ass.

Neither are you.
Your fly's undone.

Oh, what?

Oh, shit!

Bitch! Can't believe
you fell for that shit!

You seriously hit me?

Yeah, I did.

Oh, my God.

Stay away from my
girlfriend, you hear me?

Seriously!

But seriously, I'll
shoot your fucking dick.

Okay, okay, I get
it, I get it, I get it.

Oh, my God! You made me bleed!

Question, would a
blowjob help us get a table?

Cause my boyfriend
would love to.

-Okay, we gotta go. No, no, we need to go.
-No, wait!

-Why?
-Just come!

No, I wanna eat here!

No, I'll take you
somewhere else!

I'm hungry!

I'll get you some pizza
anywhere you want, just not here!

Okay, I do want pizza.

All right, good. Pizza it is.

I really need to get
out of this shit, babe.

Who are you gonna
go to, the FDA?

What do you want me to do?

Get shot in the
face by some simp?

They're not gonna
shoot you if you play ball.

You just gotta keep the
sales up until we're out of this.

Where?

Wayne.

You just have to
balance both for a bit.

You know, once you pay your
debt off, then we're done. It's over.

Plus, you're making
more at Sectorem, too.

Just sitting in sales
management meetings all day

while people throw out
buzzwords that sound more smart?

Babe, it's all synergies
and systemic paradigms

of cooks in the kitchen
who wear too many hats.

And if they're not busy
throwing people on the buses,

they're chasing after
low-hanging fruit

with a plug-and-play system
to make things more scalable,

streamlined, you know?

Sustainable.

What?

Oh, God! Oh, fuck!

Oh yeah.

Hey, hey.

Customer call?

The fuck are you doing?

Oh, getting my talk time up.

You've been listening to
that shit for nine minutes.

You know, you got a headset on,

and you're mainlining this
shit right into your brain.

I'm disappointed in you, Wayne.

You underestimate the lengths
I'll go through to not do this job.

You know what? I feel like celebrating.

So…

I got my own shit.

Max call time exceeded. Goodbye.

Perfect timing.

-Hey, want some?
-Nah. I brought my own.

-Give me one of those.
-Nope.

What do you mean "no"? I shared
all of my food with you yesterday.

You didn't share anything. I taxed you.

What? I swear--

All right, guys, cheers!

Yeah, cheers.

That's what I'm talking about.

I need that baby
dick special, dude.

Can't do it, man. We're out.

What are you talking about?
Just, like, put up, like, one or two.

What about you two fucking dick tips?

You have nothing? One
or two? Come on!

Mike.

Mike. You okay?

Yo, Mike.

You all right?

-Mike! You all right?
-Yeah, dude, I'm good.

I'm super good.

I got, like, two hookers at lunch.
So they'll be back, like, three grand.

I'll make it back in ten
minutes on the phone.

No one's got anything?
None of you guys?

Fuck you, number one.
Both of you can suck me.

You know what? You can suck me
from the back, you fat shit.

This plant? Yeah, it's
my plant now. Okay.

Don't.

Yeah.

Goddamn.

I gotta take this to Hoppy.

Here, take her some swag.

I don't know about Mike, guys.

Doors closing.

Jesus, come the fuck on, man.

I didn't get a thank you
email after your last visit.

Granted, I am threatening
you and your loved ones,

but let's not abandon civility.

There's the rest of the
final payment. I'm out.

-Oh…
-You ready for lunch?

You know what?

Take a shirt.

Oh, Mr. Poss here handles transportation
of our products, some distribution.

No, not anymore.

You're walking away
from your largest client?

Fuck you.

I don't give a shit
about your evil business.

I'm done with it.

Everybody says that
about Big Pharma.

Evil, sinister,
propagating addiction.

You know, we don't cure anything.

We just give you more pills.

I mean, yes, if a wonder
drug, like, did its job,

yeah, we would not have
our jobs. But you know what?

No one considers
the invaluable role

that we play in this country.

Four and a half million people
earning a living in our realm,

and accruing debt,
going to college,

buying homes, spending.

I mean, you take
the Big Pharma brick

out of the wall, that is
the American economy,

oh, I mean, the whole thing
just crashes down.

Well said.

Yeah, we're a crucial piece.

And you rip off drivers,
you degrade dock workers,

belittle dispatchers for your
progressions and commissions,

and then you just recline
in your Herman Miller chairs,

arguing about fantasy football

and where you're
gonna order lunch from.

You are just another spoke
on the corporate wheel.

Well, you know, the
thing is about spokes,

if you lose one, the
whole wheel just collapses.

And that is exactly why
you're not quitting anything.

But hey, thanks for the swag.

I love swag.

I heard you served our country.

Call me sometime.

Fucking bitch.

No. No, no.

I wasn't talking about you.

I have a feeling that they're
gonna leave you alone.

I didn't know we were
telling jokes today.

Well, here's one.

My boyfriend rides me
better than he rides a bike.

Hey, come on now.

Come on, meet me in
the middle of the court!

Tough spot.

Caught in the middle between
Big Pharma and her boyfriend?

No, she's a snake.

What's your deal with her?

Jealous?

Yeah, right, she's a Tuesday for me.

She just came out of nowhere,
and now he's just different.

She's fake.

Even if she didn't
actively deceive people

to suck them into a
corporate hellscape.

It's called recruiting.

Right.

She's just so--I don't know,
shame on the last generation

for not pulling out more.

What the fuck you tell her?

Did you tell her we know each other?

Cool it, baby dick.

Hey, Wayne, baby, are you okay?

Yeah, babe, everythings just fine!

Oh, God!

Prick.

Baby dick!

Get some training
wheels, you little bitch!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

What are you looking at?

Stop looking, I'm part of
Big Pharma, motherfucker!

I'm gonna throw up.

So you and your little
posse were being followed?

Followed.

Stalked.

What's the difference?

You could've come to us.

Hey, officer, the guys
we're dealing drugs for

are asking us to deal
more drugs! Send help!

Better than this.

A pair of concrete shoes, divers
found at the bottom of Lake Michigan.

I love Chicago.

Or this.

Hoppy literally had it
sewn into the guy's chest.

Wait, that's actually
pretty clever.

Oh, my God, I thought
you would be alarmed!

Look at me.

You really think I care anymore?

Now you ruined my lunch,
so thank you so much.

What's that?

Take a look at this shit.

What the fuck is this?

Ogre Sentry.

Yeah, it's got to be Greaves.

Harvest Hand.

Jesus.

Guys, Daisy.

What about Daisy?

They threatening my daughter!

Fuck, is she all right?

-Don't.
-What the fuck, man?

Is she all right?

Is she all right?

Yeah, she's good. She's good.

What the hell's
on your shirt, man?

Honey barbecue sauce.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!
What, do we kill them both?

No, double murder
doesn't solve anything.

Wait, is that what
double murder is?

That you kill two people?

-What else--
-Please.

Would that mean?

Well, like, a more severe type.

-Like, a worse degree?
-Yeah.

-Who is this guy?
-Goddammit, babe, that hurts.

Like, you kill them and
then you're not satisfied,

so you dig them up
and you kill them again?

-Shit.
-That's a fucking double murder.

We're not killing no
one, not once or twice.

Nothing changes.

Status quo.

Agreed.

Oh, at least I got
this joint in my hair.

-Don't ever touch it…
-Yes, please. I need some of that, please.

I swear to God.

So, we're really
talking about firing Mike.

Have you seen
his numbers lately?

You can't put in a European
effort and expect Asian results.

Oh, my God, you know
how racist you sound?

Don't judge me.

Judgy Wudgy was a Wayney.

Jesus Christ.

Look…

I don't wanna fire him either.

I was hoping we could get him to quit.

I even researched
bullying techniques.

All I could find was page after
page of prevention methods.

Look, Wayne.

If we don't burn him, I can't churn.

Plus, I think he's on drugs.

And that worries me.

Well, if we're so concerned about
his health, shouldn't we try to help him?

-What?
-I don't give two shits about his health.

It's affecting his numbers.

Why can't they do blow,
like when I was a sales rep?

You touchscreen, Gen Z,

LGPDQ, this, them, they, us,

pronoun-addicted,

mumble rap, opioid using…

Oh, my God.

Fine. I'll go fire his ass then.

Me.

This will be good for you, Wayne.

And firing someone
is a rite of passage.

It'll be, like, your bat mitzvah,

only instead of getting circumcised,
you'll actually grow a pair.

This feels like a mistake.

Mike! Mike! Wait!

Oh. It wasn't herpes.

All clear. You're all good!

What? What was it then?

Have a good life, man!

Actually, dude, will you…

will you take me to the police station?

What?

Get your notepad out.

Wayne.

You animal.

I had no idea.

Jesus, will you quit
dicking around, man?

How did you sneak those in here?

I didn't.

Wait, I didn't.

Where's the package slip?

Where's the package slip?

Here. Wait.

Wait. What number do you have?

I got 98523329.

Wait. Wait, wait. Mine
ends in 326, which means…

Wait.

Means all of these are dildos.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

You know the sex shop
Slippery Carrot, right?

I resent that implication.

Also, yes.

Knew it.

They were expecting
a shipment of dildos.

Got pills instead.

Bummer.

-Bill of landing?
-Lading.

Lading.

Digital.

Tell me it was a local
freight brokerage.

It was a local freight brokerage.

It was a local freight brokerage.

Yeah. Hey, that's my coffee cup.

Oh.

Hey, that's mine!

Local dispatcher stonewalling us.

You mind pulling out a little
bit of your female charm?

You're about four words
from being a pimp, Wayne.

No.

Fine. I'll do it.

C. Foster Tracking.

Hi, yeah, can I get a tracking update

for Pro 98523329?

That's been turned over
to Detective Bordeaux.

Great. Thanks, Wayne.
We're all going to jail.

No, no, we're not.
We're good. We're not.

Maybe you could use your
service record, you know,

and get a little
pull with the police?

He was kicked out
of the Coast Guard!

You're not a goddamn war hero!

Fuck!

How could you lie
about the Coast Guard?

They protect our shores.

You do, for what we're
doing, you look amazing.

Okay, it's all about
who you interview, okay?

You get some
buy-the-book suit, all right?

He's likely to clam up.

He's not gonna give you
any sensitive info, all right?

But you get some idiot, right,

just running his
mouth, blah, blah, blah.

Keep that guy talking,
keep him talking, okay?

Fingers crossed for the idiot.

All right. Don't let
them see you sweat.

You got this.

Beautiful, my favorite shirt.

Come in.

Mr. Dwyer. Tracy Fisher, SLN.

Please sit.

Quite an operation out there.

Well, the key is
maintaining our simplicity.

Success can sometimes
breed complications.

Take Pearl Jam's album Ten,
the apex of musical progress.

It featured simple song titles.

Once.

Alive.

Jeremy.

Oceans.

Black?

Oh, they blew up and
became immensely successful.

Then you get "Elderly Woman
Sitting Behind the Counter

in a Small Town",
which is terrible.

So dumb.

You know, one of the pillars we based
your award on was service.

-Care to--
-A to Z, baby.

Our team members
in tech can handle it all.

Oh, good technology.

The best.

It's web-based.

So our reps can log in and
dispatch from anywhere.

I'll give you a demo login

so you can write about its functionality.

Oh, that just sounds wonderful.

Switching gears, how's
your claims process?

Don't talk to me about claims.
It'll make my penis go soft.

I'm just kidding. You can ask me.

Unfortunately, sometimes
product does go missing,

but we settle claims 40%
faster than the industry average.

My turn to ask you a question.

How do you ship your magazines?

Well, don't ask me about
that. It'll make my clit go soft.

Excuse me?

I'm just kidding. It's above my pay grade.

You freight brokers love to yap.

I wasn't planning on his demo
login actually working, though.

I'm surprised you're surprised.

You ever work for someone
who tripped on a banana peel

and landed in the job
they shouldn't be doing?

Oh, he's an idiot.
Makes me so angry.

I can't relate.

Thanks for coming in.

Thank you, I
appreciate your time.

Real pleasure to meet you.

You, too, have a good day.

You, too, thank you.

That was good.

That's weird, you know, that was good.

The work doesn't do itself.

Get me lunch, coke,
chips, turkey club, diet.

He pitched me their services.

What about the P&P account?

Multiple reps entering orders.

Team lead is Wayne Poss,

but we don't know if he's capable.

Why not, who is he?

Job jumper, quitter.

Never finishes anything.

I found transcripts from three colleges.

When he finally graduated, he
enlisted in the US Coast Guard

where he was
dishonorably discharged.

From the Coast Guard,
is that even possible?

It is possible, I looked it up.

What have you been
doing since I've been gone?

Just working on my
eye-hand coordination.

I'm getting a little older and, you
know, I just wanna stay sharp.

What the fuck did he do to get
discharged from the Coast Guard?

He was renting yachts to
Germans making fetish films.

Fetish films?

I'm sure you're familiar.

Can we get a look
at any of these?

Just to see what--I don't
know. Evidence, you know?

Yeah, let me just call
the president of yachting.

Okay.

-Wayne! Wayne!
-Yeah.

-Wayne!
-What? What?

-Sleeping puppies.
-I'm here. What?

They're gone!

Sleeping puppies.

Hoppy took the dogs.
The crates are empty.

They'd have been
safe in a shelter.

Seriously?

Too bad he lost your deposit.

You know what I don't
get is Big Guy's daughter.

Kids suck.

Wayne's hand? He's got another one.

But threaten the mutts?

Mixed breeds, dick.

Yes?

Hoppy, we need to talk.

You don't summon
me, I summon you.

Are you looking to adopt a dog?

Better hurry if you wanna hold one.

What the fuck! What is
this amusing to you?

Please, just come outside!

Look, Wayne, if you're
confronting me here,

in my happy place,
you better bring a gun.

I am flummoxed.

You are in a pivotal place where
you literally make money off your team.

This isn't about money.

It's always about
the money, Wayne.

In our free enterprise, it is
driven by supply and demand.

Yeah, well, Adam Smith said the free
market only works if you got a good heart.

Well, what's more good-hearted

than giving people
exactly what they want

and having a team
do all the dirty work?

Yeah, key word being dirty.

Hey, did you know that
90% of the heroin in our world

comes from poppy fields
owned by the Taliban?

You know, I liked you a lot better when
you were just a nerd playing video games.

Yeah, it's funneled from
Columbia and onto our streets.

You and I, Wayne, we
are replacing that heroin.

So is that a pellet gun?

What are you gonna do,
shoot people with pellets?

Not people, Wayne.

Children.

Jesus, what in the
actual hell are you?

I am a revolutionary!

No, I am a patriot.

If you don't support Big Pharma,
then you support the Taliban.

Okay, what about a third option?

One that doesn't
involve fricking horror.

I'm not a drug lord.

What about thousands of opioids

you have flooded into the streets?

I was just repaying a debt.

If Big Pharma is so bad, Wayne,

why do people go through
insane extremes to get in with us?

Oh, and Greaves was telling
me about a certain pretty lady.

No, you keep her and my
friends out of this. I'm begging you.

I need you to up the
deliveries to eight pallets.

I want these pills to
flow like Capri-Sun

at the halftime of a
kids soccer game.

You remember when we
were kids, the Capri-Suns,

the orange slices?

You want the
cards to stop, right?

I need them twice a week.

You better run! You better run!

You don't think I
could pull off William.

Is it the beard?

You look like you
could jerk off a William.

What the fuck you
two talking about?

Oh. Oh, us?

We're just talking about
how we're gonna have to

change our names
when we go on the road,

because we're now being stalked by psycho
nerds and the police, thanks to you.

Guys, it's gonna take a while

for the cops to connect the dots to us.

Oh, and cheese dick Dwyer, too,

because you know that
guy has a sensor on his balls

for every time a shipping gets lost.

What the hell's your problem?

I mean, I'm actively
trying to fix this shit.

What's my problem?

My problem is you're either gonna
get me arrested or killed, Wayne.

Do you ever think about other people?

Other people, like Mike.

You created a straight up psycho
with Mike.

I feel awful about that.

Yeah, he was meeker than a
motherfucker when I started.

And now if that guy
was on House Hunters,

all he would want is
a crawlspace. You--

Jesus, I said I feel
sorry about it, okay?

You can't quit that account.

Hoppy can lean on you all she wants.

This is so dull. I am out of here.

Yeah, I actually have to go, too.

Jesus, all I want is
a tiny freaking house, man.

We have a signed contract, Wayne.

Guaranteeing service levels above 99.5%.

You remember?

Name a fucking store or an airline company

or government infrastructure
that operates above 70%…

99.5, really?

It's Prine and Prine's contract.

We signed it.

Okay, so what's with the 0.5%?
Like, 99 isn't absurd enough?

You just trying to be a dick?

Pallets are missing, Wayne.

Find them!

Not so fast.

Success comes when we
execute with grit and hustle.

Congratulations on meeting goal.

Yeah, go ahead.

-God, Jesus fucking Christ!
-What?

I have to work a birthday party, asshole.

See ya.

-Bordeaux.
-Yeah?

More deliveries coming.

Oh, pick her up.

Pick up the freaking phone, Ashley.

Fuck!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

Fucking work already!

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

Ashley! Ashley!

Door was open.

You gotta be more
careful locking up.

People will steal your stuff.

Why are you covering for them?

I'm not covering for anyone.

They killed my fucking girlfriend.

Oh, wow.

Look, I'm pretty much a lawyer.

Oh, is that, like, a degree
you finished or…

Let's listen to them.

How long have you worked
at Sectorem Logistics?

Thirteen months.

And how long have you really
been working at Prine and Prine?

Four years.

Your promotion to VP of logistics?

Made official last week.

And how long have you been
married to Shane Greaves?

Three years.

Yeah, they played you, Wayne.

What a drag. I'm so sorry.

We wanna help you, okay?
If you just help us.

We arrested the mastermind.
Come on, come on. I'll show you.

What are you? What
are you, a clown?

Raquel.

Grow up.

And it's like, "Excuse
me, but I'm the clown,

and, like, I do trick…"

She…

She what?

I don't understand. I saw Ashley's blood.

There was blood all over the house.

What?

Oh, the blood!

Yeah, that came back from the lab.

Honey barbecue sauce.

That fat motherfucker.

Who? What? That's not very nice.

-What…
-Am I under arrest?

Am I under arrest?

Technically?

-No.
-No?

No…

Motherfucker.

Should have said yes.

Should have said yes.

Doors closing.

Hey, don't do anything stupid.

You and Ashley in cahoots? Are you?

I thought we were
a fucking team, man!

You don't even
have a goddamn kid!

Do you even work for Pharma?

I just invest in them. I buy stocks.

The price has never been higher.

Why do you think Ashley
put me on your team?

This ain't about the fucking stock price!

Grow up, Wayne.

Everythings about the stock price.

Oh, yeah?

What do you think the stock's
gonna do when they learn

about P&P's doing by
fueling the addiction out here?

It's gonna go up, man.

Come on. Think about it.

Pandemic. Stocks go up.

Racial unrest in the streets.
Stocks go up.

Insurrection in the capital. Stocks go up.

Come on, man.

We can't stop the machine.

It just keeps chugging along, Wayne.

Now, you can either
do something stupid,

like, double murder
me off this roof,

or follow me to my car.

Fuck!

That's a 100 grand.

You knew I was coming.

Clown on Big Pharma all you want,

but you're in it now, brother.

You did all of this right from
the start because of greed.

You're letting Raquel
sit in jail because of greed.

And you're gonna take
this big fat bag of money

because of greed.

Come on, man.
Smell it. Smell it.

Come on, smell it,
baby. Come on, Wayne.

Smell me.

Get yourself a new car.

I've seen your apartment.
It's real shitty, Wayne.

All right, shut
the fuck up, man!

Wayne, come on, dude!

I've seen where you live, bro!

You got security cameras?
No, because you can't afford them!

That's why you need the money!

Save changes?

Why the fuck not.

The effects of future's
purchases on market cities.

We are very proud of the
regional spike in volume,

especially here in Chicago.

Big problem.

Messed up deliveries.

You're interrupting a meeting
because of messed up deliveries?

How many?

Well, we found 250 so far.

Opioids going to nursing
homes and police stations.

Boxes of Congesti-phed going
to schools by the hundreds.

And?

And our stock?

It's fucking tanked.

Yeah, account 610221.

I have a lot of calls
I need to cancel.

And dozens of
deliveries still missing.

Where could those pills be?

I don't know.

Oh!

Delivery for Hoppy.

I don't know who them is.

Call my corporate
lawyer, please, for me.

You don't work here anymore.

You're firing me?

I'm not a drug dealer!

Who gives a shit about dealing?

Look at our stock.

Look.

Okay. don't…

So how many more nights are
you gonna spend here for Wayne?

It's weird.

We searched Hoppy's place.

Just a bunch of nerd games.

Wayne's a good guy.

-It…
-He's a good guy.

Yeah, he's real good.

He stole money from a…

a big guy named Big Guy.

Fortunately, we have a
replacement lined up for her.

Well, I hope her replacement knows
as much about freight as she does.

He should.

He's from a local logistics company.

I have met him.

Well, where is he?

Why are you protecting P&P?

I mean, P&P has already rebounded

with their stock after
the announcement of a…

new transportation executive.
What is this?

Probably a manifesto.

"Dear Detective Bordeaux,

you can release Raquel.

She didn't set up a single
shipment or steal a single pill

from Prine & Prine.

You'll find printouts of all
the orders in the envelope.

You can tell from
the corresponding

IP addresses that I entered
them from my apartment

-while you were balls deep--"
-Wow!

"In profiling Raquel
and had her in jail."

Wow, this kinda answers a
lot of questions, doesn't it?

That is gross. Either a
submarine or a penis.

-It's kinda cute.
-There's a P.S.

Yeah. Oh. "P.S.

It would be wrong
for that fat fuck

to keep his 100 grand."

Oh, come on. What--

Oh…

That's not what we
wanted to be in there.

What is going on?

-Oh, no!
-No, don't.

Raquel, where is Wayne Poss?

Sorry, I'm late. I got
lost on my way over.

Every team needs a Jew.

Welcome.

Strong.

So, surveillance everywhere?

His house, his car, Sectorem.

Where are you, Wayne?

-Just that… Okay.
-Don't touch that.