All language subtitles for Sneaky.Pete.S03E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(Lizzie speaking French)

Can you, please?
The salesman.

My husband, he will
take care of everything.

I will just take the decanter.

And you can deliver
the rest, uh, oui?

(speaks French, kisses)

(kisses)

♪ ♪

SALESMAN: And will you be paying
by cash or credit card?

How much did my wife ring up?

Let's take a look.

Let's see, two signature
Guilietta rings,

the Valentina sapphire earrings
and matching bracelet--

-exquisite on her wrist.
-Yeah, she's a beauty,
all right.

Six Amore Eterno
champagne flutes,

and the Arrieta
crystal decanter.

That's $4,943.

And 95 cents.
Can I pay with my phone?

Of course.

What?!

I can't believe it.

Dad said you were
still in the city.

How long has it been?

Wait, I think the last time
we saw each other,

I was 15 years old, so you
probably don't recognize me.

But you look incredible.

My dad said that
I should look you up,

because, you know,
we're in the same business now.

But I'm just a plebe,
and... (laughs)

-and you're a legend. Huh?
-Uh, sir?

I'm sorry.
This is an old family friend.

I used to idolize this guy.
Do you remember what you

told me about going
into this business?

It was, it was right before
I went into Cambridge,

and you gave me
the best piece of advice ever.

Tell him.
You're not gonna believe this.

Uh, never short orange juice
in February?

MARIUS: That's right.
And if I hadn't followed

that piece of advice,
I wouldn't have the job

that I'm in today.

Oh. You know,
let's take a picture.

Can we... can we just do this?
When's the last time

-you saw... saw my dad?
-I-I don't... I don't know.

Well, I'll tell him
you said hi, anyways.

-All right?
-(beeps)

-There it is.
-And, sir, did you want

the gift card
your wife was filling out?

Yes, I would love the gift card
that my wife...

was filling out.

Hey, uh, did you
already pay for that?

'Cause I could pick that up, and
you could take me out to lunch.

No, I've already paid,
but-but thank you.

All right.
Well, it's good to see you.

Say hi to your wife and kids.

(phone beeps)

What the hell was that?

LIZZIE (American accent):
I wanted to know

if you'd lost a step.

MARIUS:
I got something for you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

("Harder Out Here" by The Bright
Light Social Hour playing)

♪ It's gettin' harder out here ♪

♪ I keep tryin'
to just make my way ♪

♪ It's not lyin' ♪

♪ I'm only tryin' ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me ♪

♪ Trust in me ♪

♪ Just trust in me. ♪

I had two daughters.
I lost them both.

I like to think I learned,
but maybe I haven't, so...

You have... questions,
you deserve answers. Go ahead.

Ask me anything.

Was my dad cheating on my mom?

(chuckles)

-Wow.
-That's what she wrote
in the letters.

-Was their marriage ending?
-I thought you

were gonna ease into this--
ask her favorite song or...

What did she say?

They got married fast, young.

-Almost as young as you.
-I know that.

-And they loved you very much.
-That's not what I...

I mean, you said that
I could ask you anything.

-And I'm answering you.
-I don't want

any more fairy tales.

And was she gonna leave?

-Was my mom gonna leave my dad?
-Some things aren't that simple.

It is, okay? It's just
a yes-or-no question.

-I mean, was she leaving or...
-Yes. Yes, Carly.

She was leaving.

Yes.

What about us?

I was five.

She wasn't gonna...

She was gonna leave me, too?

Why?

I mean, what was so bad
that she would do that?

I don't know.

-What did she say?
-I didn't ask.

-Why not?
-I... It wasn't like
they were living here.

-What? Uh, but she must have
said something.
-We didn't have

-that kind of relationship.
-No, it, it doesn't make sense.

You knew that she was leaving,
but you didn't know why?

I mean, what-what-what
would have happened

-if it wasn't for the accident?
-Enough!

Your mother died.

We all want her back.
We can't have her.

(crying): There are some things
you may never have answers to,

and you have
to be okay with that.

What if I'm not?

Well, you got what you needed,
didn't you?

You had love.
We always...

we always gave you love.

(sighs)

-(shower running)
-Ellen?

It's getting late.

(squeals)
Okay, in the chair.

(mock gasp)

-Ellen!
-I'm here.

-Why is the shower running?
-I am steaming a blouse.

I have a job interview.

(Julia mumbling)

Is that...

Peanut butter and jelly.

(TV playing indistinctly)

This place is a disaster.

Can you cut his waffle for me?

Ow-ow-ow-ow.

-I-I have to go put on a face.
-I can't.

I still have
another page of math.

How is that...?
You told me la...

Just go-go grab it.
Go grab it now.

(sighs)

How come you don't work with
Grandma and Grandpa anymore?

Life's too short.

We're leaving in ten.

(engine chugging, brakes squeak)

(turns engine off)

Come on, Ellen.

-(school bell rings)
-Here we go, here we go.

All right.

TEACHER: Okay, kids, inside.
Come on.

Okay. Make good choices!

Oh. Hey. Ellen's mom?

Mm-hmm.

(sighs): Ellen's...
not reading at grade level.

Are you reading with her
at night?

We have a 25-minute requirement.

Oh, yeah, right, right,
of course.

We've noticed hands-on parents
make all the difference.

Both hands. Hundred percent.

On it.

♪ ♪

One case of 1982 Cheval Blanc...

MARIUS: That was
a nice stunt last night.

You missed me. Say it.

What are we doing?

-Bid and find out.
-AUCTIONEER: Lot 34.

Château Pétrus 1945 Pomerol

from the Daumier Francon
collection.

The bidding starts at $19,000.

I'm not gonna do this
blindfolded. What are we doing?

Right now we're getting that man

to pay more than he
was prepared to for that wine.

And what's he topping out at?

-That depends.
-On what?

On how high
you're willing to go.

AUCTIONEER:
The bid is $21,000.

$22,000 from the gentleman
on the aisle.

-Welcome, sir.
-Thank you.

The bid is $22,000.

$32,000.
Thank you, Mr. Decker.

-Who's that guy?
-Doug Decker.
Big money conservative.

Lots of D.C. connections.

Back at Mr. Decker.

$37,000 from the gentleman.

I have $38,000.

-MARIUS: What happens if we win?
-$39,000.

LIZZIE:
Then we're screwed, because we

-don't have the money.
-AUCTIONEER: $40,000.

$43,000 at the gentleman.

At $43,000.

Holding.

Holding at $43,000
to the gentleman.

$44,000 to Mr. Decker.

Holding.

Fair warning.

-Sold...
-(bangs gavel)

to Mr. Decker for $44,000.

On to our next lot,

a 1955 Latour...

What the hell
was that all about?

Fun. Wasn't that so much fun?
You missed me.

-You know,
I was gonna keep bidding.
-You didn't.

That would've been
a $45,000 problem.

That would've been
your $45,000 problem.

We'd have conned it off someone
else. Remember the oil heiress

-and the tarot cards?
-What are we doing?
What are we doing?

Why? Aren't you having fun?

Or is this gonna be
like Michigan?

Oh, you're punishing me.

That's why...
Yeah, you're mad at me.

If I was mad,
I never would have called.

Yeah, you're testing me.
This is a test, isn't it?

You're testing me.

Hey.

Let's go to a funeral.

-It's empty.
-I know.

TAYLOR:
Mom was not leaving us.

Grandma says she was.
She just wouldn't say why.

So, I mean, what was it
that was happening

between her and Dad
before the accident?

Nothing.

They were happy.

Carly...

there are some things...

that are actually pure.

Well, the evidence says
you're wrong.

So, what are you,
a lawyer this week?

-Mm-hmm.
-I'm not wrong.

You're in high school.

You should be smoking pot
under the bleachers

and having sex with a boy.

Except none of those things.

Now, are we done?

'Cause I need
to go catch bad guys.

You're so brave.

Bernhardt Bail Bonds
has been in business

for over 50 years--
we've never even had a warning.

Your suspension is on direct
order of the attorney general.

We're not... we're not fighting
the attorney general.

This is a unique circumstance.

-My hands are tied.
-Which won't happen again.

We've already fired
the employee responsible.

Julia Bowman isn't...

named on our license;
she was never a partner.

And we understand
that she needs to be punished

for her transgression.

-What?
-She helped a material witness

flee across the border.

Without our knowledge.

We would never knowingly hinder

the attorney general's
prosecution.

This employee--
excuse me for asking--

is also your...

your granddaughter?

You have children
that always do what you want?

We tried to do right by her

after her parents were killed
in a car accident.

-It was really
a hard thing to...
-Look, look...

I sit at the bottom
of a very tall stack of people,

desks just like mine.

And what I know
from here at the bottom

is that the attorney general

is not going to be swayed
by a sob story.

She wants someone to hurt,
and right now that's you.

But...

if you were to convince
your granddaughter

to-to plead guilty,

take full responsibility,

then she might decide

that the point has been made,

let you have your license back.

On all charges?

(quietly):
Aw, God.

What the hell was that?

Me trying to get
our license back.

By throwing Julia under the bus?

Julia is who put us
in this position.

Luis Mercado
was gonna kill Valerie.

Julia did the right thing.
She did the compassionate,

human, right thing,
and you fired her.

Valerie is a witness to a crime.

Sending her to Canada,
where-where she can't testify,

is not good or compassionate,
it is breaking the law.

-Julia broke the law.
-Oh, now you're all concerned

-about breaking the law.
-Now you and I
are paying for it.

-Don't walk away from me.
-Oh, I'm calling a cab.

Oh, yeah, yeah. A cab's
$150 ride back to Bridgeport.

You want to have it your way,
or you want to eat this week?

My guess is: eat.

Hi.

Uh, Julia Bowman.

Oh.

(chuckling)

Sorry.

(takes deep breath)

WOMAN:
So...

insurance investigator--
that's the job

-you're applying for?
-Yes. I've been working...

for a bail bond company
on and off

for the past six years.

Skip tracing?

That's right.

But no investigative experience?

I investigate.

I track people down.

No medical investigation?

No fraud or auto-- collision,
damage, police reports?

My brother's a cop. (laughs)

I assume it's also a no

on investigating worker's comp
and disability?

Well, I-I haven't been employed

by an insurance company before,
so...

And no college degree, I see.

How's your typing?

Uh... (laughs)

I'm sort of a,
a two-fingered gal.

People like you
often find success

in continuing education
or trade school.

If you come back
in a year or two...

I need a job today.

Thanks for coming in.

RUSSELL:
Hey, you're back.

Yeah. No.

Are you normal?

How does somebody "be normal"?
What does that even mean?

I think I came in halfway
through a conversation

you were already having
with yourself.

What if being not-normal
is better?

You want to go to homecoming?

Uh, the dance.

I... you want to...

C, this is hard enough. (laughs)

But, uh, I mean, you and me,
we never...

I-I know.

You want to, though?

I got to, um...

go see the college counselor.

Um... is "maybe" okay?

(espresso machine hisses)

SHANNON:
We're gonna fly to Orlando

and then drive to Marco Island.

We have a condo there
for a week.

It's the first time
Sean's been able

to cobble a week together
for a vacation since,

I don't know.

Taylor.

Hey. Hey.

What, you weren't
gonna say hello?

We're not talking now?

Look, I'm on duty, I got to go.

You know, you can be mad at me
for how it ended,

but we were friends.

Middle school.

Watching *NSYNC on TRL?

Nah, I hated *NSYNC.

You-you knew all the lyrics.

(stammers)

Yeah, and your, uh, your dad
yelling to turn it down.

Can I...

Can I ask you something?

Uh, what did you think
of my dad?

I-I remember you two were close.

Yeah, for a-a while.

What?

-Uh...
-No, say it.

You had to hear how he started
talking to me junior year.

The lipstick I wore
was gonna get me in trouble?

When he started telling me
how he

and your mom were
having problems, I...

I'm sorry. You asked.
I thought...

No, it's fine. It's fine.

-It's fine.
-You can still call me.

We can be friends... again.

(door opens)

So, did we download our essay
or buy it outright?

I guess, if I bought it,
we'd be more impressed?

Let me tell you what I felt when
I read your essay: nothing.

Okay.

Okay?

What am I supposed to say?

Most students say,
"How can I fix it?"

How can I fix it?

What do you want, Carly?

You cut class and smoke weed,
you still get As and Bs,

so clearly you care
about something.

Tell us your story in the essay.

A vision you have for your life.

Something your parents
don't even know about.

My parents died when I was five,

so, I mean, there's a lot
that they don't know.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know that.

My aunt ran off with our
family's money 20 years ago,

and my grandma had her arrested.
(laughs)

Okay.

And two weeks ago, I held
a shotgun to a crooked cop

who was murdered the same night.

Now you're just
making things up.

You want a shot,
a real shot at a life?

College is your ticket.

So whatever's distracting you
from writing this--

from writing the shit out
of it-- solve it,

or you'll always be
right where you are right now.

(radio beeps)

DISPATCHER:
10-24. Alarm going off.

Possible break-in
at Ryland and Elm.

3419 responding.

Unit 3419,
we have closer cars to respond.

I responded first, I'm on it.

(bell jingles)

WOMAN:
It-It's okay.

I'm the-- I'm the owner.

I-- Sorry, I was at lunch.

-You alone?
-Yeah.

-I can show you my ID and the...
-You mind?

You know, it's-it-it-it's really
not as bad as it looks.

TAYLOR:
Register's cleaned out.

Have anything else in there?

Just blank money orders
and stamps.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Front door's locked.

I see that you got security
cameras here and in the back.

Yeah, actually, you know,
those are broken, so...

Y-- This really doesn't
require a police report.

If it wasn't for the alarm,
you wouldn't have even...

Ma'am, you want to tell me
what's going on here?

Nothing.

Somebody pressuring you
to keep quiet?

Drug dealer? Gang member?

Stamps and money orders--
that's what junkies steal

to-to make a quick buck.

I don't want to waste
anyone's valuable time.

This is my job.

If you brush this off,
whoever did this

is gonna think that
they can do it again.

They won't do it again.

I still have to make
an incident report.

Understood.

Thank you for coming.

Bowman?

That's right.

If you need anything,
you just give me a call, okay?

Have a good day.

So it took you long enough.

-What?
-To call me.

Two whole weeks
since you got sprung.

I had some obligations.

My brother, some other stuff.

Good stuff?

A waste of time.

So, how do I look?
I look good, right?

Am I your Clark Kent?

-Huh?
-Let's go have some fun.

As long as it's not as fun
as the auction house.

That was, that was a little
too much fun.

Glad to hear it.

Time to put your sad face on.

(somber music playing softly)

MARIUS:
Who's the stiff?

Hovis Blackwell.

Of the original
New York Blackwells.

Fancy.

So, what are we planning
on doing to his relatives?

LIZZIE:
Not his relatives.

To him.

Isn't he dead?

Yeah, so he wouldn't mind,
would he?

Remember Disneyland?

On the monorail?

Second time.

The Huckleberry Jones.

That's the one.

Are you, uh, Big Jim this time?

I'm Tom.

-Hide this.
-Oh, shit.

-You're on.
-Okay.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's all right.

Did we meet each other
at Hovis's 45th?

Uh, no. We were in Aspen
for that.

Oh. Oh.

But maybe at the yacht club
for his 50th.

That's-- Yeah, that's what it
was. It's good to see you again.

I wish it was under
better circumstances.

-Yes, me, too.
-Yeah.

You're gonna come to my funeral?

Uh, how are you gonna die?

A fiery plane crash.

Or someone's gonna throw me
off a bridge.

Wow.

Maybe I'll commit suicide.

What?

I don't know.

I'm still narrowing it down.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Time to hit the Mississippi.

Yeah, okay.

-Oh. I'm so sorry.
-Excuse me.

Hovis's 50th, the yacht club.

-Wagner.
-Hi, yeah. Jim.

-My wife Caroline.
-Nice to see you.

-Hello.
-Hi, Caroline, hi.

Oh, Caroline.
The Caroline.

-MARIUS: Oh, honey, no.
-Hovis raved about you

-all of last year.
-No, no, no.

He couldn't wait to meet you
every Thursday afternoon

-for drinks at the Carlisle.
-No. No.

I think you have
your Carolines mixed up.

-Wagner.
-Oh.

-CAROLINE: Yeah. Yeah.
-Oh, Wagner.

-Yeah. Mm-hmm.
-I'm mixing up my Carolines.

-I'm so sorry.
-Okay.

You told me it was just
one night.

CAROLINE:
It was. It was 11 years ago.

PASTOR: Everyone,
please take their seats.

(Caroline and Wagner arguing
indistinctly)

I heard they only did it once
in your bed.

You son of a bitch.

(giggles)

(funereal music playing)

(moaning and kissing)

Lord have mercy on our souls.

Oh, my God, I just broke up
a marriage.

I just stole a $100,000
bottle of wine from a corpse.

Tell me why.

No.

Tomorrow night.
Clos restaurant.

Bring the wine
and keep it upright.

What if I sell it?

Then you'll be bored again
with nothing to do.

No.

And you won't have any answers.

(panting)

(slurping)

(rock music playing faintly)

Another, please.

We're featuring our signature

Razzmatazzberry
with raspberries.

Or the Cran This Be Love?

Vodka it is.

JOHN:
On me.

♪ I'll take a knee ♪

♪ Put my head down to pray ♪

♪ Never believed
in that stuff, anyway... ♪

(chuckles) It's crazy the names
they come up with, right?

Last week in Albany,
I heard about one

called the Knickerdropper.

(laughs) You get it?

Lady's drink is on me,
and I would enjoy it

if you kept a dollar
for yourself.

TONY:
Your bow tie's crooked.

-Come here, let me fix that.
-I got it, Tony.

John Walker.

-I know what you're thinking.
-I don't think you do.

My parents didn't even like
whiskey.

I do regular sales calls
in this area.

I'm with Custom Extrusion.

I don't know what that is.

Well, it's high-end plastics.

3-D processing and design,

single- and twin-screw
capability,

able to produce profiles
up to 20 inches wide.

How about you?

I race Alaskan sled dogs.

Okay, look,
you seem to be having

-a pretty bad day.
-(laughs)

Why don't you let me buy you
a few rounds?

-I'm pretty sure
I can make you feel better.
-(door slams)

You know what, Tony?

Take your shitty,
minimum wage job

and shove it up your flabby,
middle-aged ass,

you fucking pervert.

I quit.

♪ Let me down easy,
stop making me pay... ♪

♪ ♪

JOHN: Somebody's got her
knickers in a twist. (laughs)

You know what she needs?

One of those Knickerdroppers
we were talking about.

Only now there's no bartender
to make it.

♪ ♪

(slurping)

(door opens, bell jingles)

LORRAINE:
Hello?

OTTO:
I'll be there in a minute.

(door closes, bells jingle)

Hi, Otto.

Lorraine.

(stammers)

(exhales)

It's, um...

How are you?

Shop's going strong, I see.

Uh, we've had our ups and downs.

And the family?

Also ups and downs.
(chuckles)

(chuckles)
I heard you had a stroke.

-I, um...
-Ah.

I w-wanted to call.

I even thought
about stopping by, but I...

I-I wasn't much for visitors.

I still should have reached out.

No, it's-it's great.
I'm doing--

doing great.

(laughs)

I, um--

Are you--

Everything all right?

Yeah, it...

N-No.

(chuckles)

Do you remember Natalie?

She got, um,
mixed up with drugs.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.
I don't know why I came here.

-I-- this was a mistake.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

No, no, no. Don't. Come on.

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

(sniffles)

-Whatever...
-I'm sorry. (chuckles)

Whatever it is, all right?

(sniffles)

She, um...

(sobs)
she broke into my store

and stole--

-It-it doesn't matter. Um...
-(grunts)

The police came.

-Taylor.
-Taylor?

(laughs):
I know, it's...

I was as surprised as you are.

(sniffles)

What can I do?

She hangs out with this...

She says he's her boyfriend,
but it's her dealer.

His name is Benny Nazarian.

Could Taylor help bring
Natalie home?

I can ask.

I don't want her punished.

I just want her to come home.

You were always so kind.

(bells jingle)

(phone chimes, buzzes)

(line ringing)

What's going on?

Did your mom ever talk
to you about my mom?

-About what?
-I don't know. I mean,

your mom probably knew her
better than anyone, so...

Carly, what's this for?

How do you get people
to stop lying to you?

Torture.

Or you buy them
a box of Cracker Jacks.

No, you-you have to, uh...

People need to be incentivized.

-What does that mean?
-You,

you have to convince them

that telling their secret

is better than holding on to it.

Not better for you.
They don't care about you.

Better for them.
It's a trade.

They tell you the truth,

and you give them
something they want.

How, uh... how's Julia doing?

CARLY:
Grandma fired her.

How's she taking it?

I mean, she says she's fine,
but she has Lance

-as a lawyer,
so that's a whole...
-Right.

Are you gonna come back?

(clicks tongue)
Uh...

I-I-I don't know.
Not right now.

Can I call you again?

Sure.

Thanks, Pete.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(horns honking in distance)

It's a preliminary hearing.

I'll try to get some
of the charges knocked down,

-maybe dismissed.
-Is that gonna happen?

-No.
-So this whole thing's a show?

(Audrey exhales)

Lance, I need to speak to you.

Audrey, you didn't have to come.

I told Otto
this is a perfunctory...

We're gonna be in and out
of here

-in two minutes.
-I need to speak to you
privately.

What? Why?

What kind of deal
could Julia get

-if she pleads guilty?
-Excuse me?

-Could you get her off?
I mean, community service?
-How can you even suggest

-about throwing me
to the wolves?
-I'm talking to Lance.

About trying to get
our license back

-so we don't go bankrupt.
-LANCE: Okay.

All-all right.

Julia's not gonna plead guilty.

She'd do prison time.

Not the five to 15
they're asking for but a...

solid 18 months.

We got to get to this hearing.

Good luck.

I'm going to prison?

-Only if you're convicted.
-How likely is that?

Don't think about it
until the actual sentencing,

if it comes to that.

I knew you wouldn't sell it.

You know what's fun about a con?

Winning.

Control.

I get the mark
to give me what I want

by making them believe
they want to give it to me.

All you care about
is how big a lie you can tell

-and get away with.
-The bigger the lie,

-the bigger the con.
-The bigger the payoff,

the bigger the con.

The lie can be simple.

Why'd you call me?

Boredom? Money?

You like the way I lie.

I am not gonna tap-dance while
you light the drapes on fire.

You lay out the play or I walk.

Like Michigan?

That was one time.

And I was right.

You were scared,

and you put me in jeopardy.

We were both in jeopardy.

You stayed.

That was your choice.

And yours.

Listen, you called me
because you need me.

You can't pull this off
without me.

You don't even know
what the con is.

So maybe you need
to be here with me,

watching the drapes burn.

In or out?

So, what, D.C. Doug's doing
a vertical tasting

of-of Petrus wines
and he-he's missing a '21?

Isn't everybody?

1921

was an extremely hot
Bordeaux growing season,

which leaves a high alcohol,

low acidity mix in the wine

and a certain... fragility.

Now, there is a debate regarding

the advisability
of decanting a wine this old.

In the end,

if you successfully separate
the sediment

from the wine itself

and let it sit
for a few minutes...

(inhales)
the bouquet opens

and you can encounter notes
of...

blackberry, leather--

mmm--

and an almost toffee-like
finish.

Mmm.

You have a '21 Petrus?

You have the '45 we wanted.

And unless
I'm completely blind...

A hole where a '21 should be.

Sounds like the kid
just needs a hand.

Her mom wants her home.

I-I, uh...

I wrote down the guy's name.

Benny... Nazarian.

Yeah. Yeah, no, I-I know him.

They... call him Naz.

He's a 25-year-old dirtbag.

-Sells Oxy off his porch.
-Let's go.

No, I didn't say I would go.
I didn't-- I'm not gonna--

I didn't say I would do this.

A girl needs help.

How do you know these people?

Her mom's an old friend.

I'm just being a good guy.

I'm asking you
to be a good guy, too.

Oh.

(Otto exhales)

Okay. Okay.

You're not coming.

The hell I'm not!

I am not taking
my grandpa to a drug den.

You said it was a porch!

Grandma wants me to go
to college, right?

Uh... yeah.

Well...

do you think
that would be enough to...

incentivize her

to get her to tell me
whatever it is

she doesn't want to tell me
about Mom and Dad?

"Incentivize"?

-Yeah, Pete said
that if I could figure...
-Pete?

Why were you talking to Pete?

I told you.
I'm asking everyone.

Wh-Why shouldn't I talk to Pete?

He's not a good--
he's-he's not a honest--

(stammers)
Don't talk to Pete.

Fine. You know, just skip it.

I'll just--
I'll just move to New York

and crash
in some shithole apartment

for a few years and do
a bunch of coke and pretend

that I'm living a fabulous life
like you did,

-when, really, I'm...
-Hey. Hey!

Fine. You want to know
if Dad was an asshole?

He could be.

But Mom was no saint either.

I mean... (sighs)
she used to throw me in the car

and drive me all over town
looking for him

when she thought
he was cheating on her.

I was nine. I mean, Jesus.

But I also saw them laugh

their asses off
at some stupid TV show,

fall asleep on each other
before it was even over.

I mean, nobody knows anything
about relationships.

Sometimes you fall
for the good guy

who winds up screwing
his law clerk,

and she's the one taking care
of your kids while you beg

for a job so you can afford
a real lawyer

who can keep you out of jail.

That's why you write the fucking
essay and go to college.

And don't talk to Pete anymore.

This week's drink specials
are the Razzmatazzberry,

the Cran This Be Love...

I'll just have
a white wine spritzer.

JOHN:
On me.

It's crazy, the names
they come up with, right?

(chuckles)

I was in Albany last week,

and they had one called
the Knickerdropper.

-(chuckles) You get it?
-(laughing): Yeah.

The lady's drinks are on me.
I'd like for you to keep

a dollar for yourself as well.

TONY:
Hey.

Your bow tie's crooked.

(chuckles)
Let me fix it.

-(music booming in distance)
-(dog barking)

OTTO:
Okay.

I'll get the bat.

-Grandpa.
-What?

N-No. No, Grandpa.

No. That's my league bat.

-No, no, no.
-You promised to stay
in the car.

-I won't say a thing.
-Come on.

I won't say a thing.

I'm just gonna stand behind you.

You might need backup.

♪ Flippin' the weight,
then medicate, intimidate... ♪

(knocking)

♪ Don't underrate, got them
foreign license plates ♪

Benny Nazarian!

♪ Look at the money
I generate... ♪

Naz!

♪ Like a Mack Truck ♪

♪ So much cash, bruh... ♪

I'm Officer Bowman,
Bridgeport Police.

You can't come in here.

I'm not here
on official business.

Natalie Sheffield's mom
asked me to come

-and take her home.
-You got a warrant?

I could come by with a warrant,

but then I'd have
to seize all your drugs

and lock you up, ruin your day.

You let me in now,

I go blind.

I don't think so.

-Give us the girl!
-Grandpa! Grandpa! Sit down!

-Natalie! Natalie Sheffield!
-Sit down! Shut the fuck up.

Sit down. Sit down.

-Sit down.
-She's in here.

Hey, hey. My name's Otto.

-Fuck these guys! They're cops!
-Shut up!

-(yelps)
-Whoa! Hey!

(grunting)

Drop the bat!
Drop the fucking bat!

You, come here.

Come with me!

♪ Better go check
the rap sheet ♪

♪ Watch the stove, man ♪

♪ Turn the gas up ♪

♪ Whip the work right... ♪

Grandpa.

(groans)

Get my bat.

(shouts)

-♪ Whip it ♪
-♪ Get your bags up... ♪

(door closes)

(inhales deeply)

(exhales)

Mmm.

Blackberry.

And a spice.

Is that clove?

Smoke but more...

Denser.

Richer.

Kinder.

Kind of like
your first older woman, right?

(laughs)

Oh, sorry. Was that not
on the description list?

-It should be. (laughs)
-I'm a peasant. Forgive me.

Misha's not a peasant.

Don't let him fool you.

He's a very rich man

from a very crooked family,

with ties
to some very naughty people.

-KGB types.
-Hmm.

Soviet era. Money and properties
stashed all over the globe.

DOUG:
Drinkable properties? (laughs)

LIZZIE:
Wouldn't you like to know?

Oh. Uh, I'm sorry.

I-I think
you dropped your wallet, Doug.

Huh.

Careful.
We're only two vintages in.

I can't wait
to see what happens next.

Oh. Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.

No, no.

(sighs)

-(man moaning)
-Oh.

Hey, you-you can't
do that in here,

-I think.
-JOHN: Oh, really?

-Well, I didn't see a sign.
-Jesus.

Just get the hell out.

(sighs)

(sniffs)

Our first drink special tonight
is the Razzmatazzberry

with raspberries,
mango rum, and limes.

Our second drink special is
the Cran This Be Love?

with vodka, cranberry,
Cointreau,

and maraschino liqueur.

I think she'll sleep.

Maybe I can talk to her again
in the morning about rehab.

Well, if there's anything
we can do.

I can't tell you
how much I appreciate this.

Taylor, I shouldn't have lied
to you at the store.

You were scared.

I'm grateful.

Well, w-we were just glad
to help.

Come on, Grandpa.
I'll get you home.

(crowd chatter)

'75.

'61. '89.

(laughs)
Stunning.

-(applause)
-Nice.

Set up three more,
I'll do it again.

For a thousand dollars.

If I miss, Misha will pay.

Where did you find her?

Oh, I didn't find her.
I-I rescued her.

-Don't exaggerate.
-Who's exaggerating?

You had nothing.
I was in Paris, and you...

and you took 20 francs off me
with the same trick,

only it was cheap Bordeaux
instead of Petrus.

-(Doug laughs)
-You could see she had talent,

but she was headed nowhere.

Unlike Misha,
raised by thick-necked boors

who barely acknowledged
his existence.

-Constant need to prove himself.
-And I did.

With you.
Look at you.

A little education.
You'd never know

she was completely abandoned
by the world.

A literal baby in a dumpster.

Still have my manners.

-We didn't have to leave.
-You lift the wallet

off the mark for no reason
other than to piss me off.

LIZZIE: You know how much money
was on that table?

A couple of hundred
thousand dollars,

which they drank in two hours.

They have all the money,
they're morons,

and they love me

for the same reason you do.

They have no idea
what I'll do next.

I am a terrible person, okay?

So are you.

We're terrible people telling

lie after lie, doing

horrible things.

And we are really...

-(horn toots, tires screech)
-What are you doing?

-...good at it.
-MAN: Watch it!

-That's why you called me.
-(tires screech, horn toots)

I give you what you need.

-I take you to places...
-I don't think this is funny.

-...you'd never go on your own.
-(horn honks)

Say it!
Say how much you love it!

-Just fucking say it!
-(horns honking)

What's the...?

-(man shouts)
-(laughing): Shit.

(panting)

(moans)

You know, you didn't have
to say "dumpster baby."

Well, I was raised by boors.

Where'd you get that?

Michigan.

What happened?

You weren't there.

OTTO:
Everything okay?

Yeah, just working
on my college essay.

I can't finish it,

which means I'll wind up
working at Fuddruckers

or Outback Steakhouse
or Sizzler,

and never leave this house

for the rest of my life,
but whatever. Who needs college?

Your mom...

was...

a firecracker.

A lot of beauty
and a lot of boom.

I think she thought

that she had met her match
with your dad.

But it was...

harder than she expected.

It wore on her.

Mm.

A week before the accident,

she... found out

that your dad was cheating
on her

with Jacques Reynard's wife.

The wife of the guy
who hit their car?

Yeah.

Wait. Are you saying
that their accident, that it...

that it wasn't an accident?

That Jacques...
that Jacques deliberately...?

The police report called it
"inconclusive."

That's why people avoid talking
to you about it.

So, so three people died
because my dad was

screwing some woman,
and nobody...

Carly, two people.
Two... people.

Danny and Lila.

Wait.

So, Jacques Reynard is alive?

Shit. My badge.

Fuck!

Shit! Fuck. (groans)

(footfalls approaching)

I told Carly...

about Danny's affair.

You did what?

This family has got
to stop keeping secrets.

You had no right.

They only push people away.

You mean me.
I push people away.

Carly deserves
to know the truth.

You had a chance to tell her.
You didn't.

Did you tell her your truth?
About your affair?

Of course not, because
your secrets don't matter.

You're the uniter.
I'm the bad guy.

My affair has nothing to do...

-Oh.
-...with her parents.

It has everything to do with it.

Or with the accident.

(voice breaking):
The accident happened

because of your affair.

-What are you talking about?
-I told Lila

about Danny and
Jacques's wife because of you.

I thought a wife should know,
instead of

being blindsided and humiliated.

You told Lila?

I wanted to protect her

so she wouldn't be destroyed

like I was.

(quietly):
But after I told her, Otto...

after I told her,

she told that man.

She told...

She told Jacques?

(crying)

And then... and then...

(crying):
I put my baby in the car.

Me.

I'm the one.

I'm the one who told her.

-I'm the one.
-Oh.

I'm the one.
I-I'm the one.

-(shushing)
-(sobbing)

Our little girl.

-(sobbing)
-(shushing)

(knocking)

(car horn honking)

Ms. Julia Bowman?

Who are you?

I need to converse with you
about a man named

-Marius Josipovic.
-No.

No way. I don't want to talk
about that guy,

I don't want
to hear about that guy,

I want nothing
to do with Marius Josipovic.

MAN:
Julia, please.

Pete?

("Relax" by Lady HD playing)

♪ Tryin' to relax,
but it don't make sense to ♪

♪ I keep on tryin' to react
when I know ♪

♪ There's somethin' to lose ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ No matter what your speed ♪

♪ Spinnin' in your seat ♪

♪ Daily ♪

♪ Daily, daily ♪

♪ Some people try to relax
when they know it's bad news ♪

♪ Guess I'm a little bit dry,
with a nervous attitude ♪

♪ Ah, no matter
what your speed ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Spinnin' in your seat ♪

♪ Daily, daily, day ♪

♪ Daily ♪

♪ Livin' it up,
and nothing gets better ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah, oh ♪

♪ Headstrong ♪

♪ Into the unknown ♪

♪ Livin' it up
when nothing gets better ♪

♪ Nothing gets better for you ♪

(vocalizing)

♪ I wanna get better ♪

♪ I wanna get
better ♪

♪ I wanna get better ♪

♪ I wanna get better. ♪