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It's not anger.

I agree.

You do?

It's rage.

Not everyone operates the way that you do

when you get frustrated.

They don't punch their bosses.

You're lucky he just fired you.

He could have... filed charges.

Well, I mean, not for nothing.

But the guy yelled at me.

Made me look stupid in front of my coworkers.

What am I supposed to do?

Just let him disrespect me like I'm some kind of fucking pussy?

You could have pulled him aside

and told him how it made you feel.

You don't get it.

It's okay to be angry.

But it's what you do

and how you deal with your anger that gets you into trouble.

You can't react every time that somebody upsets you.

You need to sit with it.

And then bring it here.

Come on.

Hit the pad.

This is so stupid.

If you can't commit to this,

well then I guess we're just wasting our time.

Fine.

Now give it a good whack.

What was that?

Again!

Get it out!

That's it!

Yeah!

Yeah!

How do you feel?

Can I take that thing home with me?

Hey.

You wanna work a double tomorrow?

Mike's got a doctor's appointment.

-What is it, his back? -Yeah, his back.

It's always something with this guy.

Yes or no? I got to cover his shift.

Yeah, I'll take it.

Thought so.

Might have doubles next week too.

I'll take 'em.

Perfect.

Hey, you wanna see something?

What?

You're really gonna do it, huh?

I'm gonna take her to Le Dome.

Made the reservation weeks ago.

It's the ranked top restaurant in the city.

Look at you, big shot.

Man, you better keep running them double shifts

if you're gonna eat at places like that

and flash some diamond rings.

I just want it to be special, you know?

Jesus Christ, these Bullies suck.

I mean, they got a team batting average of about a buck-fifty.

They couldn't hit the broad side of a building

with a friggin' cannonball.

The Bullies down three...

Come on!

Dad.

Wills has five walks already tonight.

You know I got 50 bucks bet on this game

and we got a pitcher with an arm like a T-Rex.

How many guys can you walk in one game, asshole?

Dad.

Straight down the middle.

Dad.

What?

I'm gonna ask Mel to marry me.

Yeah? Well, good luck with that.

Fletcher being very patient here.

The Ducks looking to clinch

a playoff spot.

Fuck.

Really?

Goddamn, man. Is that it?

What do you want from me?

I don't know, maybe I...

Fuck, I thought maybe you'd be happy for me.

-I don't know. -Look, as far as I'm concerned,

marriage is a disappointment.

All right? Look at your mother.

I mean, she was a bit of a letdown,

wouldn't you say?

Mel is not like Mom.

All right, then don't screw it up.

Bills are on the table.

Hi, baby.

I'm glad you took my advice to go.

About what?

Therapy?

Mm. Right.

Yeah, I saw the electric bill.

Yeah, it's double this month.

Yeah.

Don't worry about it.

I'm worried.

Look, I know this new job don't pay much,

but we'll be all right.

Okay.

Okay.

Don't forget.

Tomorrow night.

Seven p.m.

-Le Dome. -Le Dome.

Can't wait.

What is... what is that? Foy... foy grass.

What is that?

Foie gras.

Foie gras. Foie gras.

What the fuck is that?

A goose liver or a duck, I think.

Are you serious?

Mm-hmm.

That's disgusting. Oh my God.

I'm glad I stuck with a steak.

Take a good sip there.

Babe.

Okay, come on, now. Yes. That's it.

Mm-hmm.

But in the mouth feel, you'll find...

See, that's class.

If that's class then I guess I don't have any.

Fuck, I don't.

Mmm.

So, how do you tell the difference between good wine

and the cheap stuff anyway?

Well, cheap stuff gets you lit.

You know why?

Why?

'Cause you can buy more of it.

Okay, that makes perfect sense.

Yeah.

The food is so good.

I mean, everything is just perfect.

Yeah, it's a...

Dessert?

Ah...

The pecan pie or the cheesecake?

They both sound good, baby.

You know what? Never mind.

I... I shouldn't.

Hey. It's all right.

If... if you want to get somethin', get somethin'.

Only if you want to. It's okay.

It is a special night.

I'll do both.

And for you?

Oh, we wanna share.

Thanks.

So, what were you saying?

Give me a minute.

I'll be right back. I gonna...

I gotta go to the bathroom real quick.

Mel, I want you to be my wife.

You're gonna marry me, right?

No, fuck.

Oh my God.

Relax, dude.

Relax, relax. She's gonna say yes.

She's gonna say yes.

She's gonna say yes.

Special night.

A special night to stuff your fat face.

-What a pig. -So annoying.

Just eat it, you know?

Yeah, and go back to the farm

while I count my huge tip.

What the fuck did you just say?

I was just joking.

No, no, no, no. Say it again.

Call my girl a pig again, motherfucker.

Oh, no.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

Yo!

Get up.

What?

Haven't had a cellmate in a while.

We need to talk.

Moses.

Nick.

What you in here for?

I hit a guy.

You must have fucked him up pretty bad.

Put him in a coma.

Shit.

I mean, he's out now. Thank God.

-That's good. -Mm-hmm.

You don't want to carry that around.

What, guilt?

No, man.

Anger.

How the fuck do you know that I'm angry?

That hand ain't fooling nobody.

Maybe he deserved it.

So, you're the righteous one?

Man, you ask a lot of fucking questions.

Well, we got a lot of fucking time.

Kung fu and meditation?

What, think you're fucking Bruce Lee?

Yeah, you got jokes.

I like to read.

Do a lot of meditation.

Like it... clears my mind.

It's like a...

It's like a mental enema.

Could use a fucking mental enema.

What are you doing?

Why—why you covering your food like that?

I don't want anyone to snatch anything off my plate.

Fuck 'em up.

And risk getting shanked

because I had to bust somebody's skull open?

Don't make no sense.

Okay, zen master.

What're you in here for, shoplifting?

I caught a body.

Bullshit.

Came home from work one night.

Caught my girl and my homeboy in bed together.

I was so enraged.

Saw red, grabbed a gun.

Shot him.

Put one in him and watched him bleed out.

Thought payback would make me feel better

and take the pain away.

It just made me feel worse.

I told myself that I was the victim.

That they did this to me.

They're the reason I'm locked up.

The hard truth is...

I put myself in here.

Nobody else.

Why are you so angry?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, you need to let that shit go.

Or you'll end up right back in here.

You gonna eat that?

No.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

What'd they do, let you out early?

I was scheduled to get out.

Congratulations.

Place looks like shit.

Don't they have a halfway house

or something like that for people like you?

Why can't you ever just like fucking...

Hey. Your girlfriend,

she got thrown out of the apartment.

Seems she couldn't afford to pay the rent

after you went in the slammer, so... good job.

You still mad at Mom, huh?

Yeah.

And I see you still need a nice hug from Daddy, huh?

You're fucking miserable, man.

Yeah. It's like looking in the mirror.

Your shit's over here in the corner, by the way.

You been working?

Nah. I'm done with that.

Retired.

What do you mean?

Look at me.

My hands are shaking worse than ever.

Can't be a locksmith and have unsteady hands.

I mean, you been taking your meds?

The insurance stopped paying for them, so no.

Look, what the hell's the difference anyway?

Right.

I'll be back in a bit.

Where you going?

I'm gonna go see Mel.

Uh-oh.

The saga begins anew.

Hey!

Here we go.

Come on, wait up.

What?

N-Nothing.

I'm just...

This is where you're living, huh?

How did you find me?

The letter you sent's got your address on it.

I'm not an idiot.

I beg to differ.

Look, can we just talk?

Come on, Mel.

I haven't seen you in over a year.

Just...

Just give me a minute.

Look, I got a bag of your clothes in the closet

that I need to get rid of, so...

All right, let's go get 'em.

The place is, um...

It's nice and cozy.

I was gonna say small...

Hey, you got something to drink?

What the fuck?

What the fuck is wrong with it?

My landlord's getting me a new one.

Well, I wouldn't be in a cozy apartment with a busted fridge

if it wasn't because of you, remember?

I had a nice place, a future,

but someone couldn't control their temper.

Look, I've had a lot of time to think

over this last year.

Think about us, think about me,

and I want nothing more than...

Hey, the delivery guys will be here

in about five minutes with... the new fridge.

Sorry to interrupt.

You must be Nick.

Do I know you?

Uh, this is Chester.

He owns the building.

Nice to finally meet you.

Mel has said some wonderful things about you.

Oh, he's just being nice.

Got this place about a year ago.

Still trying to figure it out.

Always be prepared.

All right.

Listen, I am really sorry about the fridge,

but I did get you some of those organic vegetables you like.

How do you know what I like?

Um... You know, I think I just made a mental note

the last time I was here fixing this piece of junk.

I've had to fix it many times.

Mel deserves better, so I got her a new one.

How's your daughter?

Great. Yeah, she's great.

She's trying to memorize her multiplication tables,

which I think she has down pat.

Uh, Chester is a single father

raising his daughter all on his own.

Wow, great. And a landlord.

What don't you do?

Well, yeah, I do keep busy.

Yeah, you know, for a busy guy,

you seem to find an awful lot of time

to hang out with my girlfriend.

-Uh, ex. -Oh.

Can we talk?

Oh, okay. I did interrupt.

Sorry.

Uh, but you need to come by my place.

I just had some work done,

and you need to meet my little one.

Oh.

You can have a little one one day.

Yeah.

Nick. Hey.

It's good to meet you.

And the delivery will be here any minute.

You guys can get the old groceries out.

See you, pal.

Chester.

What the fuck was that?

Was what?

That guy prancing around like he fucking owns the place.

What the fuck was that?

He does own the place.

I don't like him.

You're already doing it.

Doing what?

Acting like an angry dick.

Okay.

No, I'm not. All right?

I've changed.

Have you?

I have. Look, I'm concerned.

Why the fuck does this guy know so much about you?

Maybe because my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend,

has been in prison for the last year,

and my life went to shit because of it.

I needed someone to talk to,

and he was around working on the place.

That's it. Nothing more.

Okay.

I think we need to fix things.

I need to fix things, all right?

I want us to get back

to how things were before I left.

You think we're gonna pick up things

from where we left them?

I mean, come on.

Let's do it, me and you. Come on, Mel.

Sorry.

I'm... I'm not able to do that.

Oh. Right on time.

Hi. Come on in.

-Nothing. -I got nothing.

Come on, man. Help me out.

Look, Nick, I like you, but when you got arrested,

it put me in a bind.

You were supposed to work double shifts for two weeks.

I had to get all those slots covered.

I even had to work a few of them myself,

and the wife was not happy about it.

Okay. Okay.

Listen, I'm on parole, all right?

All I need is something quick.

Yeah, that's another thing.

The boss man's not gonna let me hire

a guy straight out of prison.

What are you talking about? I fucking worked here.

I never had any problems.

Listen, I'm sorry. I got nothing for you.

Fuck.

See you.

Your eleven o'clock is here.

Nick.

Motherfucker.

Small world, huh? Come on.

Take a seat.

Thanks.

Oh, you really did a number on that guy at Le Dome.

Between you and me,

I would have done the same thing.

I mean, hypocritical jerk, right?

Taking orders and talking shit.

But, in his defense,

he didn't know Mel had an eating disorder.

So...

She told you that?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Uh-huh.

Well, not right away.

I mean, we grabbed a coffee one day,

and when she opened up, I just listened.

Hold on.

No, it was totally friendly.

Totally friendly.

They were fixing the floors in her... in her place.

She had to be out for a couple hours.

I figured it was the least I could do.

Mostly, we talked about you.

Yeah. Oh, I'm sure.

I just...

I just want things to get back to how they were.

-That's all. -Yeah, okay.

So, how do you own a building?

Oh, yeah. Well, I've been a P.O.

for about ten years now.

I love helping people get back on their feet.

I don't think I wanna do it forever.

So, I started saving,

buying buildings, fixing them up.

I just see bigger things for myself than just this job.

I want a family.

I want a house in the country.

No worries.

I mean, I'm sure you can relate.

Don't you have a daughter?

Yes. Jasmine.

I call her Jaz. She's the best.

What happened to your wife?

She passed, Nick.

Sorry.

Yeah, thanks.

How?

You know, things happen.

I see that this isn't the only time

that you let your anger get the best of you.

You punched your foreman in the face two years ago.

Eeh.

That...

Look, it's not funny, but...

I mean, in my defense, that guy...

That guy was always on my back.

Just, I see a pattern here. You know?

I fucked up.

All right? And I paid for it financially.

I had to take a job that paid less.

Hmm. Which put a strain on you and Mel.

Yeah.

You know what I think?

I think that we need to get your anger issues in check.

I'm trying.

Okay.

Look, man, I'm not looking to go back to prison.

Oh, yeah. No, I don't want that either.

I mean, the re-entry rate for felons, it's terrible.

So, how's the job hunt going?

I'm working on it.

Well, it's tough having a felony on your record,

but you need to get a job in three weeks.

Those are the rules of your parole.

I don't make them up, the judge does,

but I gotta follow them. So...

No, I know.

I know. I know.

I'll make it happen.

Look, you seem like a nice guy

trying to do the right thing.

I'm not really supposed to do this,

but um...

but I might be able to set you up with some work.

No shit.

Yeah, the pay's okay.

But it's a square job I can sign off on,

get the judge off your back.

You interested in that?

Yeah.

Cool. All right.

Go here.

And ask for Bobby.

Okay. There you go.

Bobby. All right.

Thanks, man.

You deserve a second chance, Nick.

Mel does too.

Oh, one more thing.

This is just protocol.

But it's my job to make sure you toe the line.

You know what to do with that, right?

Top it up.

If you can.

Yeah.

All right.

Good to see you, Nick.

Yeah, you too, man. Thanks again.

Yeah.

Shut that door.

Here. Put all your info on there for me.

I got the job?

Chester says you need a job,

so you got the job.

It's been a minute since I swung a hammer, but...

No.

You're not gonna be working the construction site.

You're gonna be watching it.

I'm hiring you as a security guard.

A security guard?

Night shift.

It's shitty, but it's all I got.

You're right. You're right.

Thanks, man.

Yeah. Don't mention it.

Just finish filling that out in there,

and, uh, start tomorrow night, okay?

Hello?

I got a job.

I'm heading to class.

I want to see you.

I got to go.

Ah, come on.

Let me see you.

We don't have to talk.

We can just... stare at each other for a while.

Okay.

Fine.

All right. Our coffee spot.

Eight.

Oh, I see.

Can't believe you brought your water bottle.

I don't drink coffee after eight.

You're the only person I know who does that.

This is tea.

Hey, remember when we first started dating?

And, um, you always had to be up early?

You never invited me upstairs.

I remember you asking me if I was studying to be a nun.

And if I had church in the morning.

Smartass.

I kept asking.

And I finally let you up.

So, you're working nights?

Yeah, I start tomorrow.

Looks like you got things in order pretty quick.

Look, Mel, the only thing I really want is you.

You ever consider what I want for a moment?

I want someone who's supportive.

Who I can count on when I need to.

I want someone who doesn't disappear

and leave me stranded, you know.

A partner.

Look, things are gonna be different this time.

Why should I believe you?

Because you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

And I don't want to lose you again.

Then show me.

You're here early.

Yeah, I figured I'd finally try and fix this door.

Um...

What are you doing on Sunday?

I'm gonna spend some time with Nick.

You two are gonna get back together.

That's great.

Hmm. We'll see.

He has a few things to work out before we go down that road.

Yeah, like his condition.

What condition?

Oh, we call it intermittent explosive disorder.

That's a terrible thing to deal with.

Especially for the people around him.

Crazy you're his P.O.

It's a small world.

Well, it's...

That's too bad about Sunday.

Throwing a birthday party for my daughter.

I was hoping you could finally come by and meet her.

Mm-hmm. I have plans with Nick, but I...

Maybe we both can stop by.

It's an idea. I just...

I think the department would think it's inappropriate.

Well, tell her I said happy birthday.

I will do. I'll see you later.

See ya.

Okay.

Son of a...

Holy fucker.

Yeah?

Hey. I need you to do something for me.

What is it this time?

Do I sense an attitude?

Sorry, I'm just having a bad day.

Get over it.

Just make sure Nick works all day Sunday.

Sunday? No.

He's on the night shift.

I got a day guy.

Just fucking do it!

Is that clear, Slim?

Crystal.

Okay, then.

Assholes.

Yeah.

Hey.

Nick, it's Bobby.

I need you here this Sunday.

No, I got plans Sunday.

Look, I'll make this as simple as I can be.

Either you're here or I gotta let you go.

End of story.

Fuck.

What the hell's wrong with you now?

They need me at work, but I got plans with Mel.

So what? Don't go screwing the job up.

Good job's hard to come by, especially for an ex-con.

Con is when you trick somebody.

Con as in convict.

AKA criminal.

Look it up on your smart-ass phone.

Whatever.

Hello?

Hey. I didn't think you'd pick up.

We had a half day at school.

Look, I got a problem with Sunday.

That's okay. We could do another time.

I was really looking forward to it.

No rush.

Besides, now I can go to Chester's party.

Party?

What fucking party?

The one for his daughter?

I hope you're not getting angry about me attending

a little kid's birthday party,

because if that's the case...

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

I was just upset that we had to reschedule, that's all.

I can't go through this again with you.

Either things do a one-eighty

or I have to stop this.

I'm sorry.

The therapist told me

I need to tell the people who are around me

how they affect me. Stop hiding it.

I never talked about my father abandoning me

and just let it manifest with an eating disorder.

I can't do that anymore.

I have to express myself.

I agree.

So does Chester.

What?

Chester agrees with my therapist.

Hey, Mel, I gotta go.

I'm getting another call, all right?

Fuck!

Hey, Karen.

Hey!

Not this guy.

Why am I here?

I told you. I needed someone.

Rick's here. You see Rick?

What the fuck?

What do you want from me, man?

I had to give you a fucking job. I did.

What do you mean you had to give me a job?

Look, just mind your fucking business.

Otherwise, I'll fire your ass, all right?

There she is.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Come on, the party's in the backyard.

This is Jasmine. I call her Jaz.

Today is her eighth birthday.

Hi, Jaz. I got something for you.

It's a journal.

You can write anything and everything you want in it.

Oh.

Where is everyone?

Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.

Um, a kid in Jaz's class came down with a bad flu,

and then a couple of parents got it.

So, I just figured it would be best

to keep this a small affair.

Just us?

Yeah. Just us.

It's perfect.

Do you want a drink?

Uh, yeah.

-I guess so. -Okay. Right over here.

She hasn't changed the password.

You having fun?

Oh, she's shy. She doesn't talk that much.

Oh.

Hey, do you want another?

No. I'm gonna be leaving soon.

Come on, one more. Jaz, she loves having you here.

Come on.

Okay.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Okay. I'll take her.

Oh, she knows where it is. Go ahead, honey.

Okay. This is for you.

Such a nice little girl.

Oh, yeah. She's the apple of my eye.

Right, so I said, "I need three ,

"not four."

I mean, she didn't understand me, though.

She kept giving me a hard time.

And I was like, "No, I said four.

"I meant four." You know?

Anyway, it was crazy.

I mean, some people just don't...

they just don't get it. You know what I mean?

Hey! What the fuck is going on?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Oh. We're celebrating Chester's daughter's birthday.

Bullshit.

Um, meet Jaz. Hey, baby.

Where's everybody else?

Some of the kids had the flu,

so Chester thought it would be better

to make it a small affair.

Look, I told Mel that it would be inappropriate

to invite you here since I'm your P.O.

All right? Come on.

Shake it off. Shake it off.

There's nothing weird going on here.

Nothing to worry about.

Look, Nick, you need to focus on getting through parole.

That's it.

Mel, can I talk to you

-for a second? -No. We're done.

Okay, there's nothing I have to say to you.

Okay. Come on.

-You know... -I know, I know.

But listen, I'll talk to her for you.

Okay? Don't make it worse.

I'm so sorry. That's unacceptable.

It's okay. I mean, we can still celebrate.

If it's all right, I'll... I'll like to head out.

Oh, okay. Um...

yeah, it's just I got all this cake and food.

Can I send some home with you?

I can't.

Come on, I insist.

All right.

How many slices do you want?

I mean, I can give you half the cake.

Let's start with this.

You're gonna have the night of your life.

Yeah.

We're just gonna go right over there.

All right, so you just pull up over there.

And then we can talk all night.

All right.

Come on.

Mommy!

So? How was she?

She could use some enthusiasm.

You got somethin' for me?

Inside.

Let's go.

Take a seat. I'll be right back.

I'll stand.

I might catch something.

Give me some.

You'll get yours later, all right?

Oh, I'm sorry. You got a problem?

Easy, tough guy.

Hey, hurry up.

Let's go.

What's this?

The rest is for Carlos.

Fuck Carlos. Pay me my money.

Come on.

Hey, you want me to fix this guy?

Why don't you fix your fucking habit?

Relax, Ronnie. It's my parole officer.

Thank you.

-Don't be stupid, okay? -Well... hey,

what am I supposed to tell my dealer, huh?

Figure it out.

Oh, God.

Hey, Dad.

I'm gonna take the car for a bit, all right?

Dad.

Good morning, ladies.

Looking lovely.

This guy doesn't have a fucking kid.

Country Grammar, the clear horse to beat here.

But the long shot, Cara Cara, is getting a lot of action.

She's coming off a layoff and step...

Hey.

Oh, great. It's fucking you.

You dodging me?

No, I wouldn't do that.

Yeah, you are.

Look, man, I just need more time.

Uh-huh.

I got a tip on this race.

The horse is a fucking long shot.

I'm gonna win big, and then we both get paid.

All right. Well, let's watch it.

What horse?

The seven horse. The seven horse.

Lucky number seven. Okay.

[Announcer on TV And they're off.

Country Grammar has come on through down at the rail

to take the lead as they head for home three-quarters win.

It won 12 and 1.

It is Country Grammar on the inside,

Cara Cara on the outside,

and Cara Cara now takes the lead.

Country Grammar continues to battle on down at the rail

with a 16 to the finish,

and Country Grammar has won it.

The here in Saratoga.

Cara Cara was second.

Hey, it's close.

I have a tip on another race tomorrow,

and it's gonna...

Fucker.

Okay.

I mean, look at this. Look what you made me do.

Now you're gonna pay me my money,

you degenerate piece of shit.

I don't care if you have to steal it

from your dying fucking grandmother.

You're gonna pay me. Okay?

See you next week.

Okay.

What do you want?

Just checking on you.

Making sure you're working hard.

Oh.

Shit.

Hello.

Mel.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

I messed up.

What do you mean?

I was doing good for a while.

You came home,

everything got so intense.

I stopped taking care of myself.

I thought we were finally gonna be happy.

You said things would be different.

I believed you.

I feel so stupid.

No, I, um...

I've been too selfish to realize it.

I made this whole thing about me and what I want.

I point the finger at everybody else

like I'm the victim,

when really I'm the one to blame.

And then, I go and I do shit like my dad,

come to your defense.

I tell myself that I'm doing the right thing,

but really it's just...

so I don't feel guilty.

I'm sorry.

I needed to hear that.

I'll do anything I can to make it up to you.

Um...

there's one thing you can do for me.

Name it.

Go to an eating disorder support meeting.

I hate going to those things alone.

I'm just worried that everyone's gonna judge me.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

Doing okay?

And a strike.

So, this match-up is the same as last year.

The first round of the playoffs.

I'm not mad at you anymore.

A two and one pitch,

and that's sent out to right field.

There is no chance of catching that.

That was

Why should I be?

I know what it's like when someone you love

doesn't want to be with you.

I get that you're angry.

I mean, Mom picked up and left with some other guy

because we're not good enough for her anymore.

That shit's not on you.

Fuck that, man.

There ain't nothing wrong with you.

And I understand you.

Because I am you.

Bullies starting to play badass,

starting to play like a team now.

Maybe we go to a game sometime.

Like we used to.

I'd like that.

I got a couple of numbers.

I'm looking forward to the next meeting.

That's good.

That's good. They're good people.

You're good people.

I got a lot to work on.

Me too.

I gotta go.

It's getting late.

I'll call you tomorrow, all right?

What? You have church in the morning?

[pulsing, electronic music

What the fuck?

You want to see me?

You were with Mel last night.

Yeah.

How'd you know?

You know she's better off with me, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

Listen to me, motherfucker.

She was never with you.

Come on. You really think she's into you?

No, she'll come around.

Yeah.

You know why?

Because I support her emotionally.

-What do you do? -Okay.

I mean, where were you when she wanted

to eat all that cake? Hmm?

I could have stopped her, but um...

I gave it to her.

So...

You're a real piece of shit, man.

You know that?

Oh, yeah. Mm.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What, you make people feel weak so...

so you feel tough?

You're fucking sad, man.

You know what's sad is when I throw your ass

back in prison.

I have freedom hanging over your head.

I mean, you know that, right?

Mm.

I wonder what's hanging over your head.

Maybe the fact that you don't have a daughter?

The fact that you go around...

beating the shit out of drunks at bars?

You know, some people may want to know that.

I'll show you something.

Now you're gonna leave me and Mel alone.

Or else that gets out. Do you understand?

Hmm.

You're a scumbag ex-con.

I'm a cop.

Who's gonna believe you?

Mel?

You're not a cop, man.

You're a fucking parole officer.

You're right, I am.

It's a tough job, actually.

I gotta deal with pieces of shit like you every day.

I'm actually glad that you have that.

Will you text it to me?

I'm gonna need that.

For evidence.

We gotta put a case together against Jerry.

Unfortunately, Jerry's gonna go back to prison.

He violated his parole.

Jerry...

well, he threatened me.

That's bullshit.

No.

No, he did.

He did.

Put a gun to my head.

You fuck!

I mean, you were there. You don't remember that?

Are you good?

Yeah. You're good.

You can go.

Hey, Nick.

You still live with your dad, right?

There's one that I found that's in a great neighborhood.

Let's start there.

Nick.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, you wanna go... You wanna do that now?

I thought this is what you wanted.

No, it is. I just...

Nothing.

Nothing. Come on. Let's go look.

I love it.

I don't think it's right for us.

Why? It's so cu...

The walls are paper thin, you know?

They hear everything.

And you know this how?

'Cause I can tell.

Okay. What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

I just... Look, I don't like the place.

All right?

Come on.

-Pipe broke? -Yeah.

How long till you fix it?

Two or three days? Maybe.

Guys, I am so, so sorry.

Jesus.

Yeah, that's what the plumber said.

I mean, at least I have renters insurance.

Look, I know this is a big mess,

but I think I can fix it.

Look, I'm your landlord,

so I'm obligated to find you a place to stay,

and I can put you in a hotel, but I don't wanna do that.

I think I got a better idea.

My guest room.

All the privacy you could want,

and you can stay there till this whole thing's resolved.

I appreciate it, but I don't...

I don't want to put you out like that.

No.

No, no, not at all.

You can stay with me

at my dad's place until it gets fixed.

You sure?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're just gonna go to his dad's place

until we figure all of this out.

Um... I'm gonna go pack me a bag.

-Okay then. -Yeah? Okay.

Suit yourself, guys.

Excuse me.

Shit!

I mean, this is gonna take all day.

Shit!

Come on!

Come on!

Hey. Just do it, you fucking pussy.

Jesus.

I knew you could do it.

Hmm.

Shit.

Fuck.

What's going on? You all right?

I'm good. You not so much.

Nick Bianco?

Yeah, what's up?

You're under arrest for assault.

Your employer, Bobby Rush,

filed charges against you this afternoon.

Wait. Wait! Wait. For what?

His nose is broken to pieces.

He claims that you did it.

God, this is bullshit.

This is fucking bullshit.

Calm down, Nicky.

God, you did it again, you asshole.

It's a fucking setup.

You're a liar.

Who would set you up, Nick?

My P.O., Chester.

He put a fucking gun in my head, Mel.

You got to believe me.

Dad!

Dad!

Let's go.

Look, this is not the time right now.

No, I know.

I just heard that Nick got arrested.

How do you know about that?

Well, I'm... I'm his P.O.

They have to alert me when he gets in trouble.

Poor Bobby.

I feel bad. I connected him with Nick.

I was trying to help.

I know.

The leopard can't change his spots, I guess.

Hey, the guest room.

It's looking great.

I've worked really hard on it.

What about Jaz?

How do you think she'll feel about that?

You're always thinking about others, huh?

I mean, she's a kid.

She's gonna love it.

I don't know.

Listen, Mel.

Nick failed you. Again.

You need some help right now.

That's all I'm offering.

Where else are you gonna go?

I'll take you up on your offer.

You won't regret it.

I'm just here to support you.

Okay?

When do I get to see the judge?

Not until Tuesday.

Are you kidding me?

It's been a busy week.

You're on parole.

It's up to the judge if you get out on bail.

Fuck.

What do you think?

It's nice.

It's a start.

Huh?

I mean, you need a fresh start.

Where's Jaz?

Oh, uh, she's at her aunt's place.

When is she getting back?

You like her, huh?

She's adorable.

You really love kids.

Yeah, that's all I ever wanted.

A little stability, a nice home, some cute little kids.

Yeah, me too.

I'm gonna get some rest.

Yeah, totally.

Uh, it's been a long day.

Yeah, get some sleep.

Totally.

Okay.

I need the kid.

Well, I'm about to make her something to eat.

And then what... help her with her homework?

Get out of the way. Go get her.

Why?

Jaz! Get your stuff.

You're going to my place.

Hey, for how long?

For as long as I fucking need.

-That's how long. -Need? Oh, need?

Oh, okay.

So, now you're gonna be the dutiful mother.

Oh, fuck you, Chester. You know what?

I've been sucking dick

and shit to make money for you long enough.

No more. No.

I'm turning your ass in.

Yeah.

I'm gonna tell 'em that you've been taking my daughter.

Hmm.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

You know what? You're not taking her anywhere.

Get out. Get out.

Hey, Jaz? Go to your room.

You don't have to listen to him, baby.

Go to your room!

Dumb bitch. Huh?

We're home.

Go ahead.

Hi, Jaz.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

He hurt Mommy.

Who did?

Him.

Come on, let's go.

Hmm.

Let me go!

Where the fuck are you going?

Hmm?

Bianco.

Yeah.

Your bail's been paid.

What?

You're getting out.

Dad!

Dad!

What?

Hey, you seen Mel?

No, I haven't seen her since you got arrested.

You talk to her?

Not at all.

Fuck.

Okay, I gotta go find her.

Did you pay my bail?

Yeah, I paid your bail.

You're my son, I'm your old man.

It's about time I started acting like that.

I've been a real jerk.

I didn't do it.

I known you my whole life.

You don't think I know when you're telling the truth?

I got your back, Nicky.

All right?

All right, thanks.

-Hey, it's Mel. -Shit.

Leave a message.

Shit.

I got to talk to you.

Look, man, don't hit me, all right?

Where's Chester?

I don't know, man. It's not my fucking problem.

You got me fucking arrested.

He made me do it.

Look at my face.

Chester's your P.O.?

Yeah, but listen, man.

The guy's fucking crazy.

He's got a bunch of parolees working for him.

He even made me and a few other guys

go fix up his place.

Clean out his shed, install security doors,

you name it.

The guy goes around telling everyone that his wife died,

but I hear it's just all some weird made-up bullshit.

I gotta find him.

Try his house.

I did.

What about that hooker he likes?

Who?

The one with the kid.

On Downing Street?

Yeah, I think that's her neighborhood.

Fuck.

Hmm.

Mmm.

Well, Raj?

Looks like we're gonna have some company for a while.

Mmm.

Okay, look. I got cake for everybody.

I got a big old slice for Mel.

Help! Help!

Shut the fuck up! And eat!

It's soundproof out here, okay?

No one's gonna hear you scream.

Hey, Jaz.

Here's your slice, okay?

Good girl.

And I bet you are just itching

to eat this, huh?

Come on, scarf it down for us.

Oh, right.

You'd probably prefer to eat it in the closet, right?

Fuck you!

Fuck you, bitch! Eat your cake!

Mmm.

Huh.

Mmm.

All right.

Story time!

Mmm.

Oh, Mel.

I bet you're gonna recognize this one.

This is called Jonas and the Lost Pirate.

Hey, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey, I'm looking for a woman.

Got a daughter, like, seven and... Fuck.

Shit.

Hey, hey. Excuse me.

I'm looking for a woman.

Um, got a daughter, like, seven or eight.

She's got, like, a birthmark on her neck.

Um, that's, uh, Jamie Lynn and Jasmine.

They live right there.

Apartment four.

-Four? -Four.

Yeah.

Yo, is Jamie Lynn here?

No, it's Ronnie, man.

It's about fucking time.

Yo, hurry up in there, man.

Carlos is here with the stash.

I'm shittin' the sand over here.

Is it Carlos?

Yeah, I think so.

Let him fucking in.

About fucking time, man.

What the fuck is that?

What?

That smell.

Place always smells.

I'm looking for Jamie Lynn.

You give me that shit, motherfucker.

I will blow your fucking head off.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

-You have it! -I don't have shit!

He has it.

If you're not gonna give it we'll just take it.

Give me my nose candy,

motherfucker!

-It's on! -On his back.

-Come on! -I am!

On the pockets!

I am!

Turn that shit off!

I'm trying!

I can't fucking

Turn that shit off!

Oh, fuck, man!

Oh, shit!

You made me fucking do!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

I'm at Jamie Lynn's, asshole.

Oh, well, tell her I said hi.

She's fucking dead.

Hmm.

Well, I had nothing to do with that.

I mean, she's a junkie. They die all the time.

I don't know.

Looks like a crime scene to me.

Look, Nick...

I don't know how things got so far,

but I don't want to be enemies.

Can we just start fresh?

How about this?

Fuck you!

I know Mel's with you.

Now you're gonna bring her here right now,

or else I'm gonna call the fucking cops.

Okay, look, she's taking a nap,

so I'm gonna have to wake her up,

and then we can head right to you.

She better be okay.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Shit.

What are you doing? You know how to use those?

I don't know. Fucking maybe.

You can't pick a lock with "maybe."

It takes years of experience.

Look, Mel's locked up.

-I gotta get her out. -What are you gonna do?

You're gonna break in this scumbag's house?

Yeah.

Are you coming?

I'll get my jacket.

What the fuck?

Goddamn it.

Ah!

Let's go.

Here. Here. Here. Here. Here.

You think you can get it?

Yeah. Hang on a second.

All right, back up.

Back up. Back up. Back up.

Hurry up!

I'll look out for this asshole.

Mel!

Mel!

Mel!

Anything?

Out back.

Let's go.

She's in here.

How do you know that?

Bobby said they cleaned out a shed.

Fuck!

You got it?

Shit. My hands.

I can't keep them steady.

Okay. Hey, let me do it.

Let me do it.

Walk me through it, all right?

-Put the arm in there. -Uh-huh.

-Put the pick right below it. -Uh-huh.

Okay, pick in.

Now, turn it.

Turn it to the right.

Shit.

Turn it to the right.

You should feel it click.

There's no click. I'm stuck.

-Fuck. -Okay. You went too far.

Go back. Do it again.

Come on, kid. Don't screw this up.

All right. You don't need to be a dick about it.

Just...

If you stay calm, I'll stay calm.

Just keep your hands steady.

Nice and easy.

Nice and easy.

You feel it? Yes! You fucking did it.

Nick.

We gotta get you out of here.

-He's nuts. -Yeah, I know.

He's gonna be back any second.

Okay, just grab Jaz. Get her out of here.

Look, I got her.

Pick those cuffs and let's go.

I'm calling the cops.

I never thought I'd be so glad to see you.

I know, baby. We're gonna get you out.

Nick. I know you're here, Nick.

Where's your hero?

Couldn't pick the cuffs?

♪♪ Coming out of the woodwork, And here we go ♪♪

♪♪ On a steady climb to get Mine just so you know ♪♪

♪♪ Shots in the night 'cause Two wrongs make a right ♪♪

♪♪ I got mad peeps, So I roll mad deep ♪♪

♪♪ ETAC's got my back, No need to worry kid ♪♪

♪♪ Never look back, Never look back, I repeat ♪♪

♪♪ Never look back, Never fuckin' look back ♪♪

♪♪ Time to seed out the ones In which I could confide ♪♪

♪♪ Never look back, Never look back, I repeat ♪♪

♪♪ Never look back, Never fuckin' look back ♪♪

♪♪ Since the day one, I was a stray one ♪♪

♪♪ Who was there for me? ♪♪

♪♪ No one, see, and that's The way it will always be ♪♪

♪ Always an obstacle ♪

♪♪ But still you managed To succeed on your own ♪♪

♪♪ With no help And two mouths to feed ♪♪

♪♪ Through all the fights In the middle of the night ♪♪

♪ You still raised us right ♪

♪♪ And said, "Never lose sight." ♪♪

♪♪ Red and blue sirens And do not cross signs, boy ♪♪

♪♪ Those were Some fucked-up times ♪♪

♪♪ But now I put it In the back of my mind ♪♪

♪ So I don't sweat it ♪

♪♪ Give me some room, Gimme some room ♪♪

In light of what happened, the judge signed off.

You're no longer on parole.

That's great.

We're still trying to unravel

all the things Chester was up to.

Sorry you and your family went through this.

What are you doing?

Just texting my EDS sponsor.

You ready for some baseball?

Yeah! Are there hot dogs?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What do you like on your hot dogs?

Pickles!

Pickles?

That is absolutely disgusting.

Give me that hat.

There you go.

-See that? -Uh-huh.

That's the way you wear a baseball hat to a game, okay?

Whoo! Let's go, Bullies!

Yeah!

Watch where you're going, pal.

You were in the fucking way.

Take it easy, pal.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax. -Hey, man,

I'm just trying to go to the game.

I get it. We're all trying to get to the game.

Same team.

Cool. Sorry, man.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm all right.

Huh? I'll get tickets.

So, we already established

you only kind of like hot dogs?

Yeah.

What do you think of baseball?

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