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Can we reset, maybe?

I just feel like you've got
some toxic masculinity issues

you need to work out
and until then

we just shouldn't interact
so much or--

like, at all, you know?

My gut says we're missing
something,

and we're not done
with the acting class.

Come on, Moss.

Why're you holding onto this?

The siren returns.

Oh! We're going right into it,
okay!

- Yeah!
- Okay!

What's this
Bolivian fellow's name?

Cristobal Sifuentes.

Take his stash house.

Then when he comes up here to LA
to deal with that, you kill him.

He's a marine named Taylor.

He knows about the hit.
He wants in.

He's probably crazy.

You and wacko do the hit...

...and then afterwards,
you take him out.

- Take him out?
- Mm-hmm.

Check it out.
Dude, this is mega.

We've hit the freakin' jackpot.

We're a team, brother.

Fuches, Taylor. Taylor, Fuches.

Hey, man.

So, this is where the Bolivians
are gonna land?

According to Paco, yeah.

You know what?

I honestly think
we should knock
that shit out in midair.

I know this guy
in Tijuana who can get us
some FIM-92 Stingers.

Fucking boom.

We'll be celebrating with
cervezas before that shit
even hits the ground.

Sweet. Yeah.
Um, brute force is

a total valid tactic,
but I think in this case,

maybe going surgical
is the better way to go.

You know, put me up
with a rifle on top
of the hill there,

and they'll land
someplace here,

and I'll shoot the Bolivian
leader when he gets off
the, uh, the plane.

But keep the suggestions
coming, man. All good stuff.

I think, uh,
Taylor's gonna be
clutch with this.

He wants to shoot
the plane out of midair

and then drink beers.

Well, I mean,
you can teach discretion,

but, frankly,
what he needs, Fuches,
is someone like you to, uh...

Or if we had
a few more dudes,

we could just bum-rush
these motherfuckers.

...to mold him.

Don't try
and Parent Trap me,
dickhead.

You think
you can stick me
with this donkey

and then go be
Hugh Grant? No!

You should've killed him
at the stash house like
you were supposed to.

This would be a sweet place
for a hot tub.

Fly in some chicks...

fuck 'em.

Oh.
I can't--

I can't--
I can't watch this.

I'll be in the car.

You-- You need
to kill this guy before
he gets you killed.

And this--
this would be
a terrible place

for a hot tub!
A fucking...

hot tub!

Did Fuches
just say hot tub?

Oh. Watch your step here.

That's a big one.

Hey, you know,
if we knock down that wall,

it would really
open the place up.

You know, clean up the blood,
maybe add some French doors,

Maybe a ping-pong
table right there.
You know?

I'm just riffing.

Now Cristobal
will come here to US.

Hey!

You took my fucking
stash house!

I'm going to slit
your fucking throats.

And we will be
waiting for him.

Yes, because they
are short, right.

Right.
Goran, this is great
physical comedy of you.

It costs, it costs.
Oh, it's good, though.

What?

I have
prezentatsiya for you.

Okay, I take photos.

All time, Barry
no doing hit. No, no.

Barry buy
fancy new clothes.

Barry have sex with nun.

Barry buying
laptop computer.

No hit.

You're so creepy, man.

You're just
so fucking creepy.

You were
following Barry?

Who tell you
to do this?

Whole point is that Barry

have no connection
to our family.

You follow him around
and be personal photographer?

That's connection!
Why would you do this?

He kill my brother.

Okay, you need
to let that go. Okay?
Oh my God.

No one cares.
It's so boring.

Every day
with "kill my brother."

Look! Barry got us
stash house!

Beautiful,
super awesome,
sexy stash house!

It's so nice.
He does great work!

Let me kill him.
Are you deaf?

Leave him alone.

Boss--
Look. Here, finally,

is job that is
tailor-made for you.

Chop, chop, chop.
Blood and guts.

You can wear your apron
and your fucking creepy
hockey mask.

But no Barry.

Okay.

I leave Barry alone.

Hi.

What time is it?

I have 8:10.

I gotta go to work.

Not on an empty stomach.

You know, it's our
one-week anniversary.

Don't you think
I would have forgotten that.

Okay.

Gene, this has been
really wonderful,

and-- Wait.

This has gotta end, honey.

Because I've ju-- I mean,
I've let it go too far.

I'm still investigating
your class.

This is just--
this is just way beyond
over the line.

Whose line?
My line.

Your line.
Every line.

It's just--
Janice,
for three nights,

you've come home
and told me that everybody
is up in your grill at work,

because you can't
let go of this crazy
acting class connection.

I never said,
"up in my grill,"

so you can stop there.
Okay, the point is--
the point is,

nobody believes
that my class

could be involved
in Ryan's death
except for you.

I myself thought that
you were questioning them

because you wanted
to be close to me.

I... I was very flattered.

But now I've gotta wonder.

Are you keeping them in play

because you're
trying to prevent us
from becoming

what we might become?
No. It is not--

No, no, that's not
what's happening here.

Well, that's
good, Janice.
Okay.

Now, I know that
it's only three days,

but I'm 47 years old.

I am old enough
to know a great thing

when it comes
knocking on my door

in the middle of the night.

We are breathing rarefied air,
and you know it.

If we ran away from this
because we were scared,

wouldn't that be,
oh, so very sad?

Oh! Good! More!

- Yeah.
- Oh yes!

Oh, good!

Killer job, um,

on the recon
at the airstrip today.

- Like that?
- Lot of great suggestions.

Just came
real naturally to you.

I'm a Marine,
just like you.

Look at what this chick does
to this dude's asshole.

You know,
if you keep it up
at this level,

you know,
there's a world where...

Oh yeah!

- ...you could take over...
- Yes, yes, yes!

...for me, and I,
in turn, could...

leave.

So, I'd work for Fuches?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That'd be cool, right?

No. That dude sucks.

Can you pause this?
Is there a way we can--

What's his cut?
What's he take off the top?

Just half.

What?
Dude, fuck that.

No, no, no, the way
he explains it, though--
That fucker's scamming you.

He's not scamming me,
all right? We've been working
with each other for years.

We're-- we're a team.
So, why you wanna leave?

Well, you know,
I'm just at a place
where I wanna...

branch out
and explore new...

opportunities.

But he won't let you?

It's not that
he won't let me.

It's just that
he doesn't like me
doing other things.

You should
fucking ace that dude.

Taylor.

Kill Fuches?

I-I-- I can do that?
Well, you do what
you wanna do.

You should get rid of him.

Oh, my ass.

Here.

What's this?

Money from the stash house.

I counted it out.
This is your half.

Hey, uh,
this money's dirty.

Uh, you can't spend it.
You need it cleaned.

And no,
I'm not gonna ace Fuches.

He's essentially family,
and I think if you
give him a chance,

you'll see that
you two working together
makes total sense.

You take that money,
kill Fuches,

live your dreams.

Watch how much
this guy jizzes.

Fucking shame.

- Oh wow.
- Hey, Dad.

Who's this?

Well, that's me when I got out
of the Marine Corps and, uh...

I don't remember
who this man is.

Where's your sister?

You guys gotta
get to school.

Fine.

Have a good day.
Thanks.

Oh! Again!

Yes!

Yeah.

Oh! Harder!

Oh, it's still going on.
All right.

So, uh...

So, I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey.
Hmm?

Roadie?

No.

Hey, guys?

Hey, hey. I just--
I just wanna, real quick,
say I'm really sorry

I yelled at you guys last class.

You guys
were just trying
to do the work,

and I jumped
down your throats,
and, uh... I was wrong.

No, listen, Bars.
We were talking,

and... we're sorry.
Yeah.

Yeah.
We all took a quiz.

We were in a bubble.
You've been through

something that we can't
possibly understand, Barry.

Yeah, I've actually decided
to start reading books
about World War II.

You're gonna be
an amazing Macbeth--
uh, Scottish king.

Thanks, guys.
I appreciate that.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Thanks for understanding.

All right.

Who wants to bring
the Bard's words alive?

Scripts out.

Fuck.

Fuck!

- Oh. I'm sorry. Sorry.
- Gimme a second.

Hey, B, I saw you, like,
rush out of the theater.

Do you have IBS?

'Cause, like, I have IBS.

Barry, I'd actually like
to share my story with you.

You know,
when I was 12 years--

"Out, damned spot!

Out, I say!"

"Why, then,
'tis time to do't.

I thought this was
Natalie's part.

Yeah. I asked her.
She doesn't want
to talk about it.

Do you mark that?

Okay, Barry,
hold it before you
give yourself a hernia.

What are you doing?

Uh, I'm--
I'm saying my line.

Yeah, and...
you're saying
the hell out of it, too.

Except, we're not sayers.

We're studying
to be actors.
Right.

Where's Lady Macbeth?

She's right there.

She's so close.
What is she doing?

Sh-- she's sleepwalking.

- Do you wanna wake her?
- No.

So, my thought
is your guy

would probably
talk like this,

and not talk like this,
for Christ's sake!

All right. Cool.

So, quieter?
Or not. Or...

This is not
a volume issue.

This is an issue
of that you have decided

how to do the scene
even before it started.

You are not listening
to your acting partner.

Thank you.
Stay outta this.

I-- I feel like
I am listening,

'cause that's why I know
when to say my lines.

Yeah. Oh no,
that's called "waiting."

Okay.
You're waiting.
You're not listening.

Right.
You have to listen
to the attitude,

to the tone, to the way
that it's being said to you.

Wow. I keep forgetting
how strong you are.

All right, you know what?
Both of you face each other
right now.

We're gonna do
repetition exercises.

You're gonna say
something to Sally,

she's gonna repeat it
back to you,

you're gonna say it
back to her.

Now, the words
will stay the same,

but you... will change.

All right, go.

What do I--
I don't know what to say.

Do I-- I'm sorry.
- Okay.

I guess I don't understand.
All right. Listen.

Just listen and focus.
Okay.

Something simple.
Mm-hmm.

Just tell her
you love her.

I love you.

I love you?

I love you.
Okay. Stop. All right.

You're saying it
like you mean it.

- She's saying it like...
- "Get the hell outta here."

You have to listen to the way
she's talking to you

with her soul.

Go.

I love you.

"I love you"?

I love you?

All right,
now, adapt.

Adjust. Look at her.

Uh-huh.
- All right?

It's hopeless, Barry.
Give it the fuck up.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Well, look who's
a good listener.

You stuck your tail
between your legs,

and you slunk off
like a beaten man.

That's listening.
Bring it in. Bring it in.

All right.
Thank you. Thank you.

Let's take a hard five.

You have three
new voice messages.

Barry, Taylor.

Let me know when you want
to kill those Bolivians.

My schedule is
pretty freed up.

I canceled most
of my appointments.

Fuck.

- Barry, Fuches.
- Have you killed Taylor yet?

If you don't have
the stones to do it,
you better tell him

to keep his fucking mouth shut

or you'll stick
a bayonet up his ass!

Oh Jesus.

Hey, Barry,
it's Taylor.

Forgot to tell you
I put a deposit down
on a hot tub.

I figured
we could split it 50-50...

What?
...so you owe me
1700 bucks.

Fuck!
Also, you killed
Fuches yet?

All right, that's it!

Put a fucking bayonet
in your ass, man.

Hello.

Hey, Taylor.
It's Barry, man.

Listen, dude, you, um...

You've been pretty amazing.

Uh, really, really great,

just an incredible energy,
and I felt like we had, like,

an a amazing chemistry
at the stash house, you know?

But this--
this plane thing is kind
of like a different vibe.

Uh-huh.

And you know, I'm still
trying to figure it all out,

but it seems to me,
that maybe, um,

low-profile is the best way
to go with this one,

so I-- I think I'm gonna
do this job solo.

Okay.
It is no way
an indictment of your ideas,

by the way,
like that amazing
bum-rush pitch,

which was so inspired, dude.

Really, really inspired. Um...

You haven't told anybody
about this, have you?

Nope.
I don't know why
I just asked you that.

Big, professional dude
like you.

So, yeah, I'm gonna
do it by myself,

and you're not coming,

and it's gonna be--
it's gonna be a thing...

that I do by myself.

If you make one more move--
Uh-huh.

Hey, so, like,
are we allowed to park

in that outer lot?
That one's over--

I've been parking
over there and I--

I'm not sure
if we're supposed
to be doing that or not.

There's no sign
or anything.

Well...

Hallelujah.

She saw the light.

How about that?

Come in.

Okay. I have an idea,

and it might
just be brilliant.

I'm listening.
Okay, you know how
my scene isn't working?

I just took it
away from Natalie
and gave it to you.

What else could
you possibly want?

Debra Messing says
that you should only play
parts that scare you.

I've played Lady M.
I need something more.

I need something
that I can, you know...

sink my teeth into.

Yeah? Well, I am so sorry

that Shakespeare's women
are not juicy enough for you.

Who are
you dying to play?

"To-morrow,
and to-morrow...

and to-morrow."

Are you serious?

Yes! I am.
Not Lady Macbeth.

Macbeth himself.
Act five, scene five.

The whole enchilada?

Mother of God.

Do you know how many greats
have died on that hill?

Orson Welles for one.
Oh, for God's sake!

Lord Richard Harris.
The great Bert Lahr.

Sally, this is reckless.

Look, I just--
I-- I need to do
something drastic.

Why?

Mike Hallman dropped me
as a client.

What a turd
of a profession.

You're gonna
have to nail this.

I know.
We're talking perfection.

I know.
But, Sally, you know
the expression.

"You want to go fast,
go it alone.

You want to go far,
go together."

Why do you always insist
on going it alone?

You and I both know
there is no one in
this class at my level.

Be that as it may, Sally,

not everything is
a monologue.

The ensemble is there

to help you shine.

Gene.
I want this.

I need this.

All right.

Hey, hey.
But Barry is
gonna play Seyton.

Okay.

Sally, it's one line.

I'm sure you can eat
around that.

Thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Oh, oh, oh,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay.

Okay.

I won't let you down.

Oh, hey.
Do you know...
Oh!

...if Mr. Cousineau's
in the office?

No. No, no. Sorry.

Excuse me, sir.
Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir!

Are you...
are you one of
Mr. Cousineau's students?

Uh...

Wrong address.

I-- I...
Very small English.

That accent...

is it Russian?

Hmm?

LAPD! Stop!

Oh shoot.

Do not get
in that car!

Gun!

Gun! Gun!

Fuck!

Aah.

Show me your hands!

Show me
your fucking hands!

Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Thank you, thank you.

Hey, you okay?
Yeah.

They took
your statement?
Yeah.

What the fuck are
the Chechens doing here?

Maybe it had something
to do with this.

Huh?

26K and change stuffed
in a fucking... john.

Think Ryan
stashed it?
Maybe.

Maybe he just wasn't
fucking Pazar's wife.

Maybe he was using her
to be in business
with the Chechens.

But one thing
I do know?
Hmm?

We didn't find $26,000

and a dead Chechen
in a fucking gym, Loach.

We found 'em here.
Sorry, sir.
Can't come in right now.

Of course I can,
It's my theater.

Sorry, it's a crime--
Sir, it's a crime scene.
My students are waiting for me.

What do you mean
it's a crime scene?

Hello. Hello. I'm sure
you remember me.

Mr. Gene Cousineau.
How can I help you,
Mr. Cousineau?

Are you all right?

You need to go home,
Mr. Cousineau.

Am I gonna see you?
Go home.

Fucking acting teacher.

Yeah, I remember him.

What I don't get is that
you made a whole thing

about taking
the acting class
off the board.

So...

what were you doing
back here?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

It's over though, right?
Yeah.

Yeah.
It's over.

Good.
Good.

Let's go to work.
Come on.
Mmm.

Taylor, dude, what the fuck
are you doing here?

No, brother,
it's all good.

I know what you were saying,
but I solved that problem.

This stuff is free, right?
Shut up. Come on.

You need to get
out of here right now.
You understand?

What the fuck
are they doing here?

What's up, dude?
Said you needed
more manpower

for a bum rush,
so I kissed them in.

They're fucking pumped.
Dude, we've been pre-gaming
all night.

Woo!

Barry.

Check this out.

Bushmaster, baby.

Shit!
Oh shit!

Drive.

My bad.

Drive!

Woo!

This is perfect, dude.

- We're gonna crush it.
- Gonna set this bitch off.

Get outta the car, Chris.

What? Why? Whoa.
Get outta
the fucking car.

Whoa, whoa!
Dude, dude, dude!
Get outta the car now!

Dude, relax! Relax, man!
Get outta the fucking car!

It's not a big deal! Okay?

Taylor said
you needed some help to scare
the shit outta some guys.

That's it.
I got your back.
I ain't soft.

Jesus.

Been reading
that acting book.

Fucking life-changing shit.

We're going east, right?

You think that story
about Ralph Macchio's true?

Pretty fucked up.

Taylor, we're posting
up on the hill like
we talked about, right?

'Cause that's--
that's our turnoff right there.

Hey, Taylor,
turn around!

That shit that dude says
about making the unsafe choice?

Fucking spoke
to me, man.

Taylor, turn around!

Oh fuck yeah.

Let's fucking party!

Taylor! Taylor!

Woo!
Fucking get shot!

Turn the fucking
music down!

Come on,
motherfucker!

Shit.

- Jesus. God damn it.
- Woo!

Get these motherfuckers!

Woo-hoo!
Ready!

Taylor, they're already here!

The plane's already here!

Smoke them motherfuckers!

Taylor, stop!