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Good mornin'

Can you shake off your skin?

I was strugglin' to tell you Where I have been

'Cause I've been runnin' around

Makin' a mess of myself

I know how you feel about that

You told me once When I showed you that

But I am tryin' my best to get it on…

Rox, it's me again.

I know you're upset about Jules, but I can explain, I promise.

Mel's fine.

I'm gonna go see her right now.

Please, call me back. Hmm?

-Hey. -Hey.

-One oat-milk flat white. -Thank you.

Melbourne sayin' fuck that bitch

Morning!

You were in New York gettin' shit on

And they were down in Melbourne sayin'

-Whoo! -You should not be doin' that…

-Peekaboo! Hey. Hey. -Hey.

Beautiful day for a beautiful lady, huh?

Good for you. I'm Vince.

-Nice to meet you. -Hey.

Good morning, sunshine.

"Good morning, sunshine" to you, you fuckin' asshole.

Have you seen Page Six? I sent you a link.

Oh yeah?

Well, first of all,

fuckin' chill out, okay?

-Just take a little breath. -Chill out?

It's a gorgeous day.

What is that? What are you doing? Where are you?

-Are you dying? -It's called the outdoors.

I'm on a run. You ought to try it,

unless you think it's gonna hurt your man boobs.

Very funny.

-Open the link. -Doin' it. Just…

Granddad's having a tough time gettin' it bigger.

Hold on. There it is. Okay.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Black Rabbit. Hip downtown hang." Thank you, Page Six. Very nice.

Christ, you sound awful.

"Paramedics called for after-party."

"It goes bad for the bunny." Oh boy.

I'm not gonna put that on a poster,

but it's not the end of the world. What's wrong with that?

It's fucking bad, Vin.

It's really fucking bad.

So next time I call you, pick up the fucking phone.

All right, and you snort a Midol. I'll see you in a minute.

Asshole.

Fucking lookin' at it.

This is the worst hangover of my entire life,

and I did a double weekend at Coachella.

Here.

You need to take it easy.

-Thank you. -You need to hydrate.

Uh.

-Well, I'm pounding water. -Good.

Don't worry.

I am worried.

It was scary.

Mm.

You're such a good guy.

-You want anything? A beer? -What?

I have a Peroni of yours in the fridge.

It's 10:00 a.m.

No, I'm good.

-Listen-- -Look…

If… if you need to fire me,

I get it. I was so dumb.

I'm not firing you.

I have to fire Tony.

-Tony? -Yeah.

-No. -I have to.

Oh my God. No. He's super tight with his stuff.

No. It was that guy with Jules.

All right, what guy?

That guy…

Janitor-looking guy. Uh…

Doorman vibes.

-Matt? -Yeah.

Vince's friend Matt?

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

-It's… it's, like, the 20th time. -Who is it?

That reporter who did that thing for Roxie forNew York Mag.

-She's been stalking me. -Hmm?

About last night or…

Well, last week, she wanted anecdotes about Roxie,

and she must've heard the news

because she will not leave me alone this morning.

Did you talk to her?

Of course not.

And if she tried, I'd be like, "Bitch, no comment."

Steer clear of that.

I gotta go.

You can't hang?

Text me

if you need anything. Hmm?

I want status reports.

Okay, Dad.

I'll just be here contemplating my life choices.

Taking inventory.

Take care.

I'm not going on the record.

I'm not asking you to be a source.

We're just two people talking.

Were you surprised there was an OD last night at the Rabbit?

I didn't know that.

There's a fentanyl crisis in America. I'm sure you've heard.

So you aren't in touch with the staff over there?

Not really.

But you left on good terms?

Mm-hmm.

Why did you leave?

-I told you I don't wanna talk-- -I know. You don't wanna talk.

I…

I think when you have a lot of money and drugs in a private playhouse,

bad shit will happen.

I think something happened to you.

I saw your post.

I'm not… I'm not reading tea leaves.

And from my experience as a reporter…

if something happened to you, it's probably happened to others.

I thought you said that it was contained.

Who… who is she with?

What the fuck?!

I… I got a Day-Glo stigmata across my fuckin' chest.

You want my advice?

My retainer indicates that you do.

Get out of town.

Take your wife. Take your plane.

Try the Faroe Islands.

Get out of sight for a while.

No more messes.

Chill out.

Ugh.

Fuck. This sucks.

Gentlemen.

Uh, Vinnie here. Uh…

I got good news. I got bad news.

The bad news is

that our little cat-and-mouse, will-they-won't-they routine

sadly is over.

It's not you. It's me.

Uh, 'cause the good news is I got your money.

Every last cent.

So you tell me where I can drop it,

and I can tell you to fuck off forever.

Bye now.

Hi.

-How you doin'? -Hello.

You do yoga, huh?

Very cool.

What's next? The ashram with Mom?

Did Aunt Val tell you where I live?

She did, but she did not tell me you live in the… in thePhysical Graffitibuilding.

-Come on. Led Zeppelin? Your building? -Yeah, I know.

You got that. All right. Hey.

I got you a cappuccino and a deadbolt.

I have two.

Yeah, but this… this is high-grade steel.

Mr. Clem at Ace said that this is virtually burglary-proof,

and there is vicious scum roaming the streets.

You know, like tweaker lunatics. You gotta stay safe.

Are you worried about the overdose? 'Cause I don't do drugs.

No, I know, and where do I get off telling you not to do drugs? I get it.

-And weed is different. -Yes, agreed. Weed's different.

You know what the… the great part about having an addict for a father is?

It really takes the sexiness out of drug use.

Former.

Former addict.

Yeah, well,

really puts a kid off coke.

Okay, well, in that case, I'm glad I did something right as a parent.

-Got someone who can install this? I can-- -I'm good.

Okay, last thing, sorry. Have you ever been to a Mets game?

-What is that, basketball? -It… Oof, that hurts.

I'm a Yankees fan. I don't know what to tell you.

Now, that's cruel.

Next weekend,

you, me, and your new favorite team, the Metropolitans.

Give it some thought, please?

I mean, I'll have to check my yoga schedule.

Okay, good.

-Thanks for the cappuccino. -Yep, you got it.

And the padlock. It's a good one.

You hungry?

Hey.

Sorry.

I, uh…

I was at my lawyer's.

You okay?

Are you okay? That was quite a night.

-Jesus. -Yeah.

Fuck, what a mess.

-I mean… -How's Mel?

Miraculously, pretty unscathed.

Yeah, beauty of youth. Me, on the other hand…

Oh, I can only imagine.

A lot of dumb decisions that night.

Yeah?

Yeah. I… I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. Um…

It won't happen again.

Okay.

Yeah, I think I'm just…

I… I'm fucked up right now 'cause Wes is, um…

I don't know, you know?

We're just in really different places, I think, and it's difficult.

Yeah, yeah. I know. He… he…

Anything I can do?

I'm not sure you're the person I should be talking to about this.

Well…

You know you can tell me anything.

Jake.

What?

Stop lookin' at me like that.

Okay.

He's there…

-Okay. Yeah. -Let's just look at some samples.

Okay.

He's scared 'cause I want

-He's your friend. -I know.

He's scared in case I want…

-It's so messy. -Yeah, it's a mess.

He's scared…

-And I don't want anyone to get hurt. -Me either.

All in all the clock is slow

Six color pictures all in a row

Of a marigold

He's there in case I want it all

He's scared 'cause I want

He's there in case I want it all

He's scared 'cause I want

All in all the clock is slow

Six color pictures all in a row

-Of a marigold -Whoo!

-He's there… -Whoo!

All right.

Okay.

-He's scared 'cause I want… -Ow-ow!

All right, listen up, pretties. Roxie Doll is taking a little me time.

Look, Tony the Tigress is gonna be running things now,

so first order of business,

steak for family meal.

-Ooh! -Oh.

And when Mel comes in, do not say a word about what happened.

Oh my God, I can't believe you're alive.

Sarah, what did I just say?

Hello?

-Hello? -Oh, we're closed.

Hi. It's Lisa Klein.

Oh, nice. We're closed.

Oh, I just need a minute. I…

Hi. I'm looking for Roxie.

She's not in tonight.

She's not?

A female thing. I didn't ask follow-up questions, Lois Lane.

Is Jake here?

No, but I will tell him that you stopped by.

I'll wait.

Of course. It's your favorite.

Jake.

Mind if I borrow him a minute?

Sure.

Let's get you a drink.

-Wanna tell me who you are? -Drink, sir?

He'll have anañejoon the rocks.

I'll have a black tea.

Or would you prefer a Peroni?

-Who are you? -Inconsequential.

She's lovely, by the way.

What do you want?

My client has an aligned interest with you.

What can you tell me about Anna Dixon?

Who's your client?

Sorry, that's privileged.

Well, you tell your privileged client

our interests are not aligned.

And he so much as lays one fat fucking finger on Anna Dixon, I--

So it doesn't concern you that she's been talking to a journalist?

-Any idea what she's been talking about? -Yeah.

Yeah, I have one idea. You?

Do you need to check that?

Everything all right?

Tell Jules to stay away from my restaurant.

I do not appreciate being followed.

Be careful, Jake.

A lot of eyes in this city.

-And it's on tape? -Yeah.

Jesus Christ. What a piece of shit that Jules is.

-Yeah, and he's trying to cover it up. -And… and… Anna's okay?

How… Is she all right?

-I don't know 'cause she won't talk to me. -Poor baby.

Yeah.

Unbelievable. She probably won't talk to you 'cause you fired her.

-I mean, come on. -All right, thank you.

Great move. Why didn't you tell me? She's my friend too. I don't get that.

I think you were trying to save a waitress.

Remember? In Reno.

Oh. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Well, I did.

You know, I did that, and then I came here, and now I'm here,

and I need to be kept in the loop,

so you gotta tell me stuff like that, okay?

Which, you know, begs the question,

is there anything else I need to know about?

Let's hear it.

Everything else all right?

Oh boy.

Oh boy, this is fun. Let's hear it.

The money from the thing.

What money from what thing? What money from what thing?

Don't be talk… The thing is not the benefit.

The money's not my hundred thousand dollars

to pay off Mancuso.

-It's not that bad. -Jake, tell me you don't…

Tell me you've got my fuckin' money,

or I'll kill you right before they kill me.

-It's not that bad. -Are you joking?

I just don't have all the money, right? I had to square the books.

Jake, hang on a fuckin' second. What are you talking about?

-I had an emergency. -How is that my problem?

-Fuck's sake. It's all gonna be fine. -What's this?

-It's gonna be fine. -What is this? What? It was fine.

-This is $16,000. I don't need $16,000. -It's a week's payment.

I need $100,000, Jake.

I told them they were gonna get the whole thing.

No. Why would you tell them that?

Because we had it, and now they're expecting it,

and if they don't get it, they're gonna kill me and my daughter.

-There are a lot more moving parts, Vince. -What parts? What's moving?

You tell me what emergency's more important

than my life and my daughter's, Jake.

-Hello? -I'm gonna expand.

-What does that mean? -I'm trying to take over The Pool Room.

So the Rabbit's books had to be balanced.

You're trying to expand, and I'm trying to stay alive?

-You're trying to franchise… -Franchise?

…my restaurant, and you didn't even tell me?

-You make me sick. -Your restaurant?

You're unbelievable.

-Oh, read the fucking paperwork. -I had the fuckin' idea. My idea.

What was your idea?

"Hey, oh, let's open a restaurant, Jake." Great idea.

-You didn't have it. -A million other dickheads did.

-I put in the grind. -Oh--

I made it a business. That was me, not you.

'Cause you're so professional. Professional. With holes in the books.

-Books that aren't square. -I borrowed a little.

You're unbelievable. Let me tell you somethin'.

It was an advance, all right? A little.

A little advance? It's called skimming.

You're fuckin' skimming, and what are you spending it on, huh?

More fuckin' Nick Cave suits or some bullshit.

-I fucking like Nick Cave, right? -You're a fuckin' douchebag.

-You know that? -I have a responsibility--

I don't give a fuck about that.

When I need money, "Vince fucked things up," right?

I had a plan.

When you… when you need money,

you just take it from wherever it's lying, right?

-I had a plan. -You're a fraud.

-You're a fuckin' fraud. -And you keep lighting fires.

You and your idiot friend who nearly killed Mel.

-Who said it's my friend? -We look like The Viper Room in Page Six.

-Who said? Who said it's Matt? -Mel told me.

Mel told you that Matt gave her the coke?

Yeah.

-To your face? -Yeah.

What the fuck?

What a fuckin' beauty he is.

Unbelievable.

-Well, he… he owes me. He owes me. -Wait…

-He owes me huge. -What does that mean? Come on.

Don't worry about what it means. I'm gonna talk to Matt.

-Really? Come on. -And I'm gonna… Save it, please.

I'm gonna talk to Matt, and I'm gonna get us the money,

and you're gonna fix everything with Anna

so that it doesn't mess up our restaurant for good this time.

And let me tell you somethin' else.

If we're gonna be lying to everybody else,

we need to be honest with each other, Jake, okay?

You wanna know why? 'Cause I'm back. I am back, and we are partners.

Tell me you get that.

Say it. You get that we're partners. Please.

-Good. -No more fuck-ups.

Yeah, no more fuck-ups!

No more.

Fuck-up.

-You're a fuck-up. -You're a fuckin' big-ass fuck-up.

Way worse than me.

-Hey, you dumb dick! -What?

You fucked me. You fucked me with that shit coke of yours.

What the fuck, man?

What the fuck are you talking about? Hey. Hey, my shit's gold, bro.

It's not fucking gold.

-It's good, man. -Or maybe it is. Maybe that's my bad.

I don't know what your damage is, but just chill out.

-If it's so gold… -Calm the fuck down.

-…let's party, huh? -Come on, man.

Let's party some of that gold coke.

-Hey, dude, that was not my coke, okay? -Yes, it was your fucking coke.

Those girls the other night, man, they were… they were hungry.

I'm all cashed out. There's nothin' there. What the fuck?

-Hang on. -Give me that.

-Don't touch that. -What do we got here?

-Give me that! -Get the fuck off me!

Your little hockey puck has a fucking crack in it.

What a mistake, huh? It's a shitty hiding spot…

-You found my coke, all right. -…for such gold coke.

If there's nothin' wrong with it, let's do it. You get to go first.

-You're my buddy. -No, I'm good.

No, you're not good. Take a big fucking hit of this gold shit.

-Come on, bro. Leave me alone. -Go ahead.

-Big fucking bump. -Stop.

Just stop. Ow. Fuck, man.

All right, okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man.

Okay?

I fucked up. You don't gotta go allNarcoson me.

She almost fucking died, Matt.

I got a new guy.

I don't give a fuck about your guy. I want you to set me up with Jeffy.

That's what you're gonna do for me, okay?

Fuck yeah!

No problem. I'll set you up, man. I'll hook you up with him.

You're gonna do more than hook me up.

You're gonna deliver him primed, ready, okay?

And if you don't, I'm gonna come back here and I'm gonna bury you in this shit.

Fuckin' asshole.

Tomorrow, Jeffy, delivered.

Oh fuck. All right. Jeffy delivered tomorrow.

Fuck, man.

Anna!

Anna!

-Anna! -Fuck! Jesus, Jake.

-Sorry. I'm sorry. -What?

-I wanna talk. -No.

-Five minutes. -I'm going to work.

Look, a reporter came to the Rabbit and was asking about you.

-This is what you wanna talk about? -Well, I wanted you to know.

And I… I… I wasn't sure what you'd told her.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you.

I met with her, didn't tell her shit, refused to be a source,

so whatever she said didn't come from me.

-Thank you. -Don't kid yourself, Jake.

-I didn't do it for you. -Hey, wait a second!

I know you didn't do it for me, but please, don't stir shit up.

Okay? As a friend, I'm… I'm… I'm saying this.

This guy Jules, I think he can make things really unpleasant.

Are you hearing yourself?

I said I'm not doing anything.

Okay, but people are concerned.

I'm not taking the fuckhead on,

so you can tell "people" I'm staying a thousand miles away from him.

-I'm not an idiot, Jake. -I'm just trying to look out for you.

-Yeah? -Just… Yeah.

Like when you bet the bar I could fuck a magnum of champagne?

That was a joke!

Come on, you were laughing.

-What the fuck was I supposed to do? -I'm sorry.

-You were my boss. -Things got outta hand.

We were… we were all drinking, and I was probably… I was fucked up.

Were you fucked up when you got blown by a hostess that was barely 22?

Uh…

-I'm not proud of that. -Yeah.

God, it was a really bad time.

The divorce.

You're not my friend.

If you wanna do something, stay the fuck away from me.

So you find yourself in the middle of a pigsty,

so to speak.

So clean it up.

-I tried. I talked to Jake. -What's Jake got to do with it?

Well, it's not just my restaurant.

You think people come there for the failed rock star with the coke sweats?

They come there to eat your food.

So what? What are you saying? Buy him out?

-Yeah. -With what money?

It's just money.

New York's got tons of it. Find some.

I knew stuff was going on. I kept my head down.

We're not perfect.

Look at me. I was your boss. It never should've happened.

So why did it?

I was in love with you.

Which is not a situation I would recommend.

You know, when I was on my ass, Jake gave me a second chance.

I think you gave him a second chance too.

I gave him several.

And?

I don't wanna leave the Rabbit.

And?

It's not me that's gotta go.

Oh, Tony, hit it. I'll do the rest, pal.

-Ooh. -Okay?

Don't have to tell me twice. These dogs are barking, Mr. Manager Man.

I can see why. Look at this stack.

Nice goin'. You must be pooped.

-Later, baby. -Wow. Sleep well.

You too.

We miss dinner?

No, we said we were gonna meet at your place tonight.

Yeah, well, you know, we got hungry.

Thought maybe you could whip something up, Chef?

Uh, chef just left.

I'm kidding. I would never eat at this fucking weird-ass shithole.

You said you got it, right?

It… y… it's what I was gonna talk to you guys about later. Uh…

You know, looks like we're gonna have to, uh, postpone the party

'cause I do have this week's, okay, almost,

uh… in a… in a check with… with my brother.

Not a big deal. Got a plan to get the rest,

so we'll be getting it all, just next week.

So…

So what happened this time, Vince?

Just crossed wires, me and my brother. You know, that's it. Communication.

-Communication? -Yep.

Mm. Communication with your brother.

What… what the fuck does that mean? What, he fucked you? He kept the cash?

Uh… it's not exactly like that.

-No? -No.

So what's it like, then? Hmm?

Is he cheap?

We don't like cheap, do we, Babbit?

You know what they say.

The cheap pay for it.

-Twice. -Huh?

The cheap pay twice, I think it is.

All right.

If your brother's the one with the check, maybe, uh…

Come on.

Maybe all three of us should pay that cheap fuckin' bastard…

-Mm-hmm. -…a little visit.

If that's what you wanna do.

-Sit the fuck down. -All right!

See, I told you he's not here.

Yeah, well, fuckin' text him again.

Bro's got some decent drink though.

Bro's got everything.

Hey!

What?

Fuckin' relax!

-Shut the fuck up, Vince. -What's he doin'?

Whatever the fuck he wants. Keep your fuckin' mouth shut.

I mean, what the fuck am I lookin' at right now, Babbit?

I know.

This shit is…

This shit is fuckin' next level.

Where do you think this check is at, Vince?

I have no idea. I don't live here.

Well, he's gotta have some stashed. Look at this fucking place.

Look at this shit. It's fuckin' ridiculous.

How much, uh…

how much does he pay for this shit, Vince?

-Huh? -I don't know.

He's not here. Please, let's leave.

What the fuck is this, even?

This is, like, some of the dumbest shit. What… what do you think this is worth?

You know what? Doesn't matter.

-Take it. I like it. It's ours now. -Yeah.

Careful, careful, please.

Come on.

Tell me somethin', Vince.

How is it that your brother has fucking 20-year-old scotch,

probably expensive fuckin' art,

and lives in a fucking penthouse

but can't rub together enough to get us off your dick?

Yeah, I'm… I'm not his banker. You know, I… I do not know.

Have a drink, Vin. Mm?

Maybe, uh…

maybe you'll start to remember.

I'm good. Thank you though.

That wasn't a fucking question.

-Hey. -I said drink!

Cool it, Junior.

Cheers.

Fuck!

Have a seat.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

-Okay. -Explain it to us.

Because we thought that you were the fuck-up.

He was supposed to be the dependable one.

It's the…

The restaurant industry is a killer.

You know? It's up, it's down.

"It's up, it's down." Right.

That's not fucking good enough, Vince. Drink.

You know, where the fuck could he even be right now, Vince?

What did he do with the money, huh?

-I told you. I had it. -Uh-huh.

-And then he fucked you, right? -Yeah.

Like he's fucking us right now? Just tell me, right?

That's what he's doing. He's fucking us, right?

He's got the money.

All right, listen up. I'm fuckin' losing my patience, all right?

-No more fuckin' around! -Ah! Ah! Ow! Gah!

-Where the fuck is the money? -Fuck!

There was an OD at the restaurant!

There's a girl talking to a fuckin' reporter!

-Jake's dealing with it, but… Fuck! -Wait, what, what?

-What girl? -What?

Nothing. She used to work at the restaurant.

She's talkin' to a reporter about some shit that happened there,

and she's just…

She's what? She's complicating delivery? Is she blackmailin' him?

-She's fuckin' with our collateral. -Why don't we have a word?

You know, we could explain our side of the story, tell her how it is.

-Make sure she stays quiet. -No, no, no, just forget it.

It's not a thing. Forget I said anything. Anna is cool. She…

-Anna. Anna. Okay. -Fuck.

Anna?

Anna who, Vince?

-What's her fucking last name? -I don't know.

I've come with an offer, and once you hear it,

you're gonna have to make a very quick decision. Tonight.

You understand?

This is a ticket to Cancún.

Tulum's an hour away.

And this is 25,000 in cash

and a cashier's check for another 250K,

which will go very, very far down there.

Lots of jobs for bartenders in Coronaville.

If you wanna keep those two envelopes,

we need to leave very soon for JFK.

Your flight takes off in three hours.

Good choice.

I'll be in the car out front.

Pack a bag and meet me there in 20.

I left your passport on the nightstand.

I'm sure I'll be able to find her on the Rabbit's page, right?

She hot, Vince?

-She a real racehorse? -I don't know.

Like your daughter?

Look at that.

She's really talented.

Oh shit.

That her?

-Dude. -That's a fuckin' smoke show.

All right, here's what we're gonna do.

Okay, we are gonna go talk to this little problem of yours,

make sure she stays quiet, and who knows? Right, maybe we find Jake.

But you are gonna go get us the whole fucking nut,

just like you promised.

-By next fucking week, Vince. -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, and don't fuck us over again,

or I will go see your daughter,

and I will get way more than a fuckin' tattoo off her.

Okay?

Let's leave him to his fuckin' hangover.

See you soon, Vince.

There's no way we are ever gonna get up there.

Ten bucks says so.

Anna?

Anna?