All language subtitles for Jett s01e04_English

-(phone buzzing)
-(water running)

Woman (phone):
Ms. Kowalski?

-Speaking.
- Hi, this is Jordan Kennedy

from Stony Point Elementary.

-Yes, Jordan?
-Hi, how are you today?

I-I don't wanna worry you.
Everything is fine.

-Okay.
-I just--

Alice had a little
accident today.

-Okay.
- She and Sara were
running around

and they crashed
into each other.

Anyway, she's fine,
just a little scared is all.

Uh, but she bumped her nose,
got a nosebleed.

-Okay.
-Anyway, she just has a lot
of blood on her clothes,

and she's at the office
right now,

but I think it would be best
if you came and got her.

-How come?
-Well, we tried to, um,

call the other number
for, um, your...

for Maria, but it keeps
going to voicemail.

Jett:
But Alice is fine?

Oh, y-yeah, she's, uh,
perfectly fine. Um...

Sh-She just...,
you know how girls get.

So squeamish.
She's embarrassed,

and, um, needs,
the change of clothes.

Well, isn't there something
there she can put on?

Excuse me? Sorry, is this
a bad time? Are you at work?

Yes. No. (sighs)

Look...

I can be there in 30 minutes.

-Just tell her to sit tight.
-Okay, will do.

(sighs) Fuck.

Man:
Your parole officer
was here yesterday.

I see.

Oh, no, no, no. This
ain't about more money.

I like you, Jett.

You're a good egg
in my book,

but I can't have
this asshole

looking too close
into my business.

-Why, what are you doing?
-I'm not saying
I'm doing anything.

I'm not saying I'm not.
I just can't afford a nosy PO.

-Jett: What'd you tell him?
-I told him what we agreed.

You work here a couple
nights a week,

showed him the time cards
and everything.

But he doesn't believe you?

He said he was gonna stop by,
check in on you.

Asked if he wanted to know
what nights you were working
this week.

He said no. "I'll come in
whenever, see if I get lucky."

As I said,
I like you,

but I can't keep lying
for you.

-I have an ulcer--
-I, I understand, Mikey.

I wish you'd come back
to work full-time,

but I gather you have
something else on the side.

Something better?

(chuckles)
I don't need to know.

I'll come in tonight,
tomorrow night.

See if that clown shows,

-and then we'll
figure something out.
-Come in tomorrow.

Uh, Liz is scheduled
to work tonight,

and I just can't
bump her on a whim.

-(phone buzzing)
-I'll see you tomorrow night.
I gotta take this.

-Jackie?
-Dillon (on phone): Hey.

- I got a line
on Frank Sweeney.
-Tell me.

He cut a deal with the DEA,
out of sight, out of mind

last few years,
but resurfaced a month ago.

-Resurfaced here?
-Correct. A place
called Rolling Courts,

some facility for
disabled residents.

-I owe you.
-Hold on. He checked
out yesterday,

and that is
all I got.

Well, I still
appreciate it.

And you
still owe me.

I know.
See you around.

-Jett.
-Yeah.

If something happens
to this guy,

I don't know
that he won't
come up flagged.

The DEA's a little
above my pay grade.

-Do you understand?
-I do.

-Ah, thank you, Matilda.
-My pleasure, hon.

(crowd gasping, screaming)

(clattering)

(thuds)

All good.
Nothing to see.

Hi.

I wanted to talk to you
about a patient

you had staying here
named Frank Sweeney?

Not a patient here.

Really? I-I was told he was
here until yesterday.

He was a resident here,
not a patient.

He's not sick,
he's disabled.

Of course.
I meant no disrespect.

Uh, he was here
for a month, right?

Something like that.
What is this about?

I'm writing a report
on assisted living facilities
for Councilwoman Dias.

-You've heard
of Mariana Dias?
-No.

You will soon enough.

If she gets proposition
507 on the bill,

it's gonna make a world of
difference for places like this.

Look, I'm short
one attendant today,

so I don't have time
to give the grand tour.

You're gonna have to schedule
for a different day.

What happened
to the attendant?

What attendant?

You said you were
short one attendant?

Called in sick.

Everyone's human.

Does she do that often?

It's a he, and no.

Roland is very
responsible. Why?

-Does Roland know
Frank Sweeney?
-Sure.

We share attendant care
with our residents,

so sometimes residents get
attached to certain attendants

-and develop a rapport.
-Oh, yeah?

What is this,
uh, proposition...

-507. Yeah.
-507.

I'll bring you the literature.
I have it out in the car.

I would very much like
to talk to Roland.

Is there a number
that I can reach him at?

We're not allowed to give out
employees' personal information.

Are those the employee files,
right there?

I mean, maybe
he lives nearby.

I have to get back to work.

What's your name?

(sighs)

Madisen, with an E.

And let me save
you the trouble--

I am the supervisor.

What are you
looking at?

You don't have
any cameras here.

No need. Why?

-(slaps)
-(gasps)

Stay calm.
Focus on the desk.

(whimpers):
But I didn't--

(slaps)

-You're not focusing.
-(sniffling)

I'm not here to hurt you,
but I will if I have to.

Give me Roland's file.

(sighs)

-This correct?
-(whimpers)

How do you know?

-That's the address
we send his checks to.
-Hmm.

-What's your last name?
-Ma'am, I'm so, so sorry--

Don't cry. I'm not
gonna hit you again.

Daruzzi.

Turn around.

-Nose to the cabinet.
-(cabinet clangs)

Wait 30 seconds before
you call anyone,

but if you call Roland,
I'll find out,

and I'll come to your apartment,
and I will hurt you.

-You understand.
-(whimpers): Mm-hmm.

All right. Have a great day.

Josie:
This shit's genius.

What now?

"I'ma tear you open
like a Christmas present

and feel my way
inside you."

Junior said that?

Junior's got the soul
of a hip-hop poet.

He says,
"My dick will open you up
tonight like Moses."

Bobby answers, "I can't stop
thinking about stroking--"

Okay, I don't wanna hear
any more of this.

-That one was kind of sweet.
You'd like me to text you that.
-Mm-hmm.

That's not
really relevant.

I know you don't think
I'm dirty enough in my texts.

Bobby goes on.

"I wanna slide my hands
around your waist

and pull you into me,
so you can feel me
hard against you."

Later, he says,
"Then the release.

"The first wave hits.
Every movement of my lips,

"tongue, fingers
plays you now.

"Twitching
at the slightest touch,
coming hard now."

(laughs) Wow!

-Bobby can write.
-Oh, yeah.

I'm gonna start.

I'm gonna text you
something filthy once a day.

I look forward to it.

(starts car)

What's your name?

(panting):
Fuck... you.

(chuckles)

I figured something like that.

Let me guess.

Your 15-year-old mother,
mentally deficient,

brain shorting out
for the myriad of sores

bubbling pus over
her diseased body,

took one look at your sorry ass

as soon as you popped out,

and said, "Look at
this waste of semen."

(laughs) "God!
Look at this useless

"lump of donkey shit.

"This one is called,

Fuck You." Am I right?

Fuck... (inhales)

-(exhales) ...you.
-It's because of you,

Fuck You,

that I have been forced

to reconsider my membership

at my favorite golf club.

-(panting)
-As luck would have it,

it was up for renewal
next week, Fuck You.

So, tell me something,
Fuck You,

that I don't know.

You're dead.

I am dead.

I... am dead.

You do know that intention
does not determine outcome.

(panting):
Jacinto Salas...

he's gonna kill you...

and your family.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Maybe, Fuck You, this body...

is all bones and flesh.

Here today, gone tomorrow,
but either way,

you won't be around
to hear about it.

(muffled shouts)

-What was that?
-(shouts)

(gasps)

What was that?

(gasping)

(coughs, retches)

I know something.

(panting)

What do you know?

(coughing)

Okay! Okay, okay, okay!

I know about a drop.
I know about a drop.

I know
the whole thing.

Get him a glass of water.

You...

tell me everything.

(panting)

Now,

while it's still
fresh in your mind.

(doorbell buzzes)

Roland?

-(muffled chatter)
-(baby crying)

(tings)

(door creaks)

(panting)

(coughing)

Holy shit.

Jett...

-Where's Frank?
-(groans)

He shot me.

I got fucked
on all sides.

Where is Frank?

I'm so sorry about
what happened.

(sniffles)

I'm a born fuckup,
you know that.

(sighs)

Blair, where's Frank?

(coughing)

(panting)

He had his male nurse
kick the shit out of me.

A male nurse. (chuckles)

(sighs) He talked
me into it, Jett.

He's a persuasive fuck.

He told me about how
you made him cripple,

and that he would
set me up for life

if I just did this
one thing for him.

But I said I wouldn't.
I said no way.

Not Jett.

(chuckles)

Then...

the gun in the safe,
and I thought,

shit, that must be
some kind of sign, right?

I won't ask again.

(shrieks)

(groaning)

(vomits, coughs)

If I tell you, you're
just gonna kill me.

No need.

You're not
gonna make it.

(sobs)

(mutters)

Can't you call me
an ambulance?

No.

(coughs)

(sobs)

Can you untie me?

I don't wanna die
like a dog, all tied up.

(sobs, groans)

(knife clicks)

Blair.

Hey.

Frank.

He's going to Brookhaven.

He has a sister
that lives there,

-but I don't know where, Jett.
-When?

-What day is it?
-Tuesday.

Still?

Shit. (laughs)

When and how?

He only takes
trains now.

Car ride's too long.

Too many stops.

They're
leaving today.

How'd Frank get
you on this crew?

Huh?

He didn't.

He didn't. It's just...

-one of those...
-(snaps)

It's just a coincidence.

I don't believe in them.

I swear to you.

I saw you the other day,

and I called him
and I told him...

"Shit.

You're never gonna believe
who I'm working with."

I ask you something?

What does your pussy taste like?

Summer.

(sighs)

(faucet squeaks)

(buzzing)

You don't think maybe she wants
you out here, watching her?

I hadn't considered that, no.

That's unlike you.

-What does that mean?
-You consider everything.

Why would she want me
watching her?

We agree it seemed stupid
that she came to you
about Sweeney, doesn't it?

-Yeah.
-So maybe she wants you
out here watching her,

while the real action takes
place some place else.

Let me ask you something.
Do you feel threatened by her?

-What?
-She said you feel
threatened by her.

She said that.

I don't think you do,
I just figured I'd ask.

If you have to ask, then
you don't know me at all.

Come on, it's, uh...
just a question.

-Should I feel
threatened by her?
-No.

You think I'm a rule-follower,
and she does whatever
she wants, is that it?

No. Both out.

(scoffs)

Come on, now.

I can't believe
you didn't tell me.

-I just told you.
-Right after it happened,

that's when you
should've told me.

See, that's like
compartmentalizing shit

that I'm
talking about.

-What?
-That you do with Helen,

and that you don't
need to do with me.

-Oh.
-You need to unlearn
that husband shit.

-I don't even know
what to say--
-Don't.

You know full well
what I'm talking about.

Are you hungry?

I'm hungry.

-Is that the best you can do?
-(laughs)

You want
another coffee?

(mutters):
Fuck.

Oh yeah? (laughs)
What's going on?

-I thought we were stopping.
-We are stopping.

-Okay. Except for texting.
-(unzips)

That still don't count.
Eyes ahead.

Okay. Oh...

(sighs) Oh, shit.

(moans)

-(sighs)
-(muffled giggles)

(door opens)

Sorry to interrupt.

Hi, Josie.

I thought I was pretty clear
about you guys not tailing me.

We're not
tailing you, officially.

But you don't get
a free pass just because
of us sharing history.

I still have
to follow up on you.

Makes it easier
for you, I bet.

-Right?
-What?

He's such a bad liar.

At least you know where
you stand with him.

What did you find in there?

Dead guy.

Blair Howell. Shot twice
in the gut, not by me.

Sweeney.

-That's my guess, too.
-Why?

You remember Frank.

It doesn't take much
to set him off.

I gotta pick up
my daughter at school.

Wait, come on,
we can't just let you

walk away from
a crime scene here.

Call a local law enforcement
officer if you like,
but I'm going.

I only stopped by
to give you the heads up.

No pun intended.

(scoffs) Jesus.

I cannot stand her.

(laughing)

(elevator beeping)

(elevator dings)

(indistinct PA announcement)

(phone buzzing)

Is that them?

-Man: Are you here for Josh?
-Yeah.

Are you Josh?

Uh, why?

I understand
it's your birthday.

(chuckles)
Yeah?

And also that
you're a virgin.

Well, I'm here
to put an end to that.

You guys can't be in here.

Why? Are you shy?

(scoffs)
You just wait outside
and leave Josh to me.

You got something
for me first?

(sighs)

Hey, got 60 on you?

What's
your name?

It's Lexie.

Is that with
one X or two?

-Yeah, or three.
-(laughter)

All right, we're short 35,
but there's an ATM in the lobby,

so why don't you start,
and I'll get the rest?

I'll wait.

Wait. Really?

-(phone buzzing)
-Yeah, really.

Seriously? Do we look like
we're gonna stiff you 35 bucks?

(buzzing continues)

Hey! Uh,
call you back?

No. You busy?

Um, kind of.

-Can you make
yourself available?
-Well, I'm booked tonight.

Yeah, I can meet you
in about an hour.

Are you high
right now?

No.

No, I-I told you this.
I'm not--

How much do you
owe your brother?

Uh, a lot?

Jett (over phone):
How much?

I don't know.
It's all in around...

(sighs) 12 grand.

Meet me at my house.
I'll get you the 12.

You're kidding me.

Do I sound like it?

No.

-Hey.
-You ever done
any babysitting?

-Hey, come on. He's ready.
-Just a minute.

-What?
-Kids. You ever
been around them?

Hey! Do not
touch my ass!

Pardon me all
over the place.

-You know, I paid for it.
-I'll be off in a second.

-Yes, I-I babysit my friend's
six-year-old sometimes.
-What are you doing?

-I need you to watch
my daughter for a little bit.
-Hey, what are you doing?

I'm on my way.

-I gotta go.
-What's wrong?

-Well, I can't do
this right now.
-What do you mean you can't?

-Hey, these guys
booked you legit!
-Well, pay them back!

-Hey, you cannot just walk out--
-Let go of me you!

-Josh: Hey,
where's she going?
-Oh!

I'm so sorry, Josh,
but have a nice birthday.

(scoffs) What the fuck do
you think she's doing?

Hey, get back here!
Don't be such a bitch!

(laughing):
What a fucking cunt!

You're acting professional
about this or what?

You know, I've met a lot of
loudmouths like you before.

They like to swing their dicks
around and talk a big game.

But they never last longer
than 10 seconds in my ass.

Note to self,
get better friends.

(children chattering)

Alice:
Blood is scary.

Jett:
I know.

-But it doesn't hurt.
-Jett: Hmm.

Here you go.

Where's Maria?

She's at the doctor's.
She's staying the night.

There you go.

She has a lot of sleepovers now.

I used to get bloody noses
when I was your age.

Really?

It feels weird,

and it tastes like a penny.

Mom...

does everything bleed?

Yes.

Are we going home?

Just to pack
a bag.

I have to go on
a plane ride for work,

and you're coming
with me.

Today?

-Mm-hmm.
-For real?

(sniffing)

(exhales)

(elevator beeps)

(elevator dings)

(muffled chatter)

Junior:
What happened?

Charlie:
Oh. (chuckles)

I'm good. It's fine.

That little shit Salas
just took a swing at me.

What are you gon--

-Look, you're sure
you're all right?
-Yeah, I'm...

better than all right.

Bennie collected some intel,
we're gonna hit him back.

I need you to be forewarned,
and I need you to lay low.

What intel?

It's an opportunity.
Hijack a shipment.

Well, I wanna help.

-Okay?
-We got it under control.

I just need
you to lay low.

I can't afford
a loose cannon
running around,

with no sense of
self-preservation,
getting everybody hurt.

Is this about
Marseille again?

-How many God damn times do I
have to apologize about that?
-Junior--

Look, I was high out of my mind,
so I fucked up the deal.

-Junior.
-Look, I'm sorry I fucked up!

-I'm sorry, Dad!
-Junior!

It's him... Salas.

He's the fucking
loose cannon.

Maybe we got handed a break,
I don't know.

That's why
I'm giving you a heads up.

Well, um...

I wanna be part of it.

No, we got it covered.

If you really wanna help,
you can look into something
for me.

You know my buddy
Augustus, right?

Yeah, your golfing
buddy, Fat Gus.

Yeah. He had some gold bricks
being held by Joe Garson

at that Lynnville club
that got hit.

(scoffs)

Why does it feel like you're
about to throw me some scraps

your errand boy can handle?

(sighs) I want you to find
the punks who did it.

I want you to find out
where the gold ended up.

Augustus is pretty
broken up about it,

and I'm not
too happy either.

Have you never
regretted anything?

Not once in your past?

The past doesn't interest me.

(scoffs) Right.

Right.

'Cause you've heard it
all before, haven't you?

I have.

In fact, there isn't a God damn
thing I haven't heard before.

Now look, you go home,

and I will let you
know when it's handled.

(scoffs)

Just glad you're okay.

(sighs)

(Jett mumbles)

(knocks)

(jet engine roaring)

(giggles)

Hey, Mr. Sweeney.

Frank, please.

Woman:
Let's start from the top.

Extraordinary.

Daisy Kowalski.

Yes.

Doyle Dayton's
goddaughter in the flesh.

Yes.

Well, good-looking
girl is always welcome

in this line
of work.

Particularly a pro who's
not a junkie or a hooker.

Are you either?

-Nope.
-You like lapping cunts?

Not particularly.

Not an ounce of
silicone on that stage.

I'm allergic.

The tall one's
a second-year law student.

Can you believe that?

Yeah.

You know, credentials
are one thing.

And Dayton was a big deal
once a upon time,

but in the real fucking world,
you gotta deliver.

This job I want you for,
there's no room for error.

Now, you're thinking this guy,
he's a pussy hound,

throws away money
away on flashy suits,

and drinks
during the day.

I'm thinking this girl can
barely hold a conversation.

Now, I can't tell if that
means you're being respectful,

or if it means you're just
some dumb-fuck country mouse

who can't string
a sentence together.

Well, I'm used to dealing
with dumb fucks.

After a while, you start
gearing your intelligence

to their level, but...

I can do whatever
you need me to do.
I'm not delicate.

What I'm gonna need you to do
is distract a councilman,

talking his ear off
for an hour or so,

and short circuit
a keypad alarm

that lets us get into
one particular room,

and then offload the score
without breaking a sweat.

I can do that.

That's it?

You don't have to like me.
You just have to believe me.

Sweetie,

liking's not the problem.

I love a girl with a rack
like yours that talks tough.

Woman:
What are you doing?

-No, no, no!
-(shrieks)

I fell down backwards.

I'm not here for
the company, Frank.

Long as you're clear
on that one point,
we'll get along just fine.

You need a new name.

Daisy sounds like
a schoolteacher.

Go and meet
the others.

Flexibility,
it's the key to life.

Gentlemen...

meet...

Jett.

She'll be
the new ringer.

This is Blair, Murphy,

and Dennon.

And I'll walk you through
the layout again from the top,

and this time,
I want the questions
to wait till the end.

Okay, Murph?

There's a charity auction
two weeks from today

at the estate of
Councilman Donald Norris.

(Sweeny continues indistinctly)

(jet engine roars)

Okay, take
a taxi downtown.

Check into
the Sheraton.

Where will
you be?

See you there
tonight.

You go with
Phoenix, okay?

Read her some books,
order in food,

teach her how to run a bath.

She's never run
a bath before?

You can't be too sure.

Okay.

Man: Go. Go.
We're gonna be late.
Gonna be late.

(car alarm chirps)

(picklock tings)

You didn't stay very long.

Well, I forgot
my passport.

Yeah, that'll do it.

(bell clanging)

(indistinct chattering)

(car alarm beeps)

(crickets chirping)

(starts car)

(revs engine)

(debris clattering)

(alarm blaring)

(tings)

(clicking rapidly)

(beeps)

(snoring)

You were
always smart.

You wake up
your sister and Roland,

that's two more loose ends
I gotta deal with.

Your call.

The most excruciating
part about this shit

is when you wake up,
and just for a moment,

you forget
you're paralyzed.

Happens about
once a week.

(gold bars clink)

It was stupid to have
Blair take a shot at you.

I was upset.

I always liked
you Jett.

Will you accept
my apology?

Can I ask you something?

As long as it's not
what my pussy tastes like.

(chuckles)

Oh, that would be
a sweet answer to contemplate.

(sighs)

Did you do this to me?

Was it you who shot me?

No.

In that case,

would you finish
what you didn't start?

(whispers):
Put me out
of my misery.

(muffled grunting)

(muffled grunting continues)

So long, Jett.

Sister:
Frank? You okay?

Frankie?

(door opens)

(door shuts)

(gold bars clink)

(crickets chirping)

(plane flying overhead)

-(jet engine roaring)
-(footsteps)

(whistle blowing)

(indistinct chatter)

(vacuum whirring)

(vacuum stops)

Alice (whispers):
Good morning.

Good morning. Good morning!

-No school today!
-(Phoenix laughing)

-No school today!
-Are you ready to surrender?

-Alice: Never!
-(laughing)

Alice:
Pillow monster attack!

The pillow monster is back!

Phoenix:
No school today! (laughing)

Alice: How come we're not
going back on the plane?

It's more
fun this way.

We can see the countryside
out the window,

make a new friend
in the food car.

-They have a food car?
-Phoenix: Yes.

(horn blowing)

(gasps)

(panting)

Bobby:
You coming in?

I don't want you working.

What's that supposed to mean?

Junior:
I have enough money.

When you're with me,
you don't need to work.

(scoffs) What, do you
want me to quit my job?

Junior:
Yes.

And do what?

Wait around here
for you all day?

Why not?

No. It's... it's funny.

Stay here.
Swim some laps.

Work out,
read a little.

I read.

You can always read more.

I need something
to do, Charlie. I--

I can't just exist for you.
It's... it's not healthy.

But showing houses
is healthy?

That fulfills you?

I have a right to meet
other people.

Oh, am I infringing
on your rights?

-No, I--
-Then why are you
bringing up rights then?

Our mutual friend.

He thinks what?
I'm five years old?

I'm supposed to think
that he never made copies?

He said you
would want them.

-He say anything else?
-Yes.

He gave me a message for you.

Why the fuck didn't
you start there then?

What's his message?

His message is,
he thought it over...

but no.

-No what?
-I don't know.

I'm only
the messenger.

Hmm.

He thinks I'm asking
for permission.

There's two kind of men
in this world,

Mister, um...

Evans.

Those who suck dick...

and those who get
their dick sucked.

I wasn't asking him
for permission.

But what am I telling
you for?

Why don't I just cut
your balls off

and mail them to him,
as my message?

May I point something out?

Oh, by all means!

-(claps)
-Speak, motherfucker. Speak.

You wouldn't know
where to send them.

Go get me
the garden shears.

-Charles Junior...
-Shut up--

...Miljan Bestic will do
what he does when he does it.

If you ever decide
to make a move,

don't wait for him,
otherwise,

conduct yourself
accordingly

and relish that
thumb up your ass.

I'm expected
at Victor Solonik's house

in exactly 30 minutes.

You can't talk to me
like that.

I'm only the messenger.

(distant door closes)

(footsteps)

Whoops. Sorry, Charles.

Hello.

Bobby, go away.

Now.

Pardon me.

Bobby:
Hey, watch it!

Nobody ever taught you
how to carry scissors?

Get this sorry-ass little tick
out of my house, man.

(light clicking)

(dog barking)

(knocks)

-Can I help you?
-No.

-Are you sure?
-Help with what?

-Anything?
-Can I come in?

Brought you some lunch.

I'm Rosalie.

It means rose in French.

Bennie, right?

How'd you know?

(sighs)

I'm gonna count to 10, and
you're gonna turn on the light.

One, two,

three,

four,

five...

Bennie. My grandfather's name.

...six,

seven,

eight...

I always wanted to go to France.

...nine...

-(sighs)
-(dog barking)

Good night, Rosalie.

(starts car)

(footsteps)

She zonked out.

(sighs)

Wow.

Whatever mess
you got into,

you really didn't need
to pay me all this

for hanging
out with Alice.

She's awesome.

I hope you're not
gonna give it back.

No.

No, I need this.

(sighs)

I just, um...

(sighs)

I just don't know
what to do now.

You're gonna pay Neal,

and get him the fuck
away from you.

Yeah.

I know. That's it.

(sighs) I'm free.

(sniffles) Thank you.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Hey.

-You earned it.
-(laughs)

Best time I ever had
earning money.

(phone buzzing)

What day is it?

Oh, Wednesday.

Fuck.

Mikey, I am so sorry
I'm late. I-I'm on my way.

How do you feel about
spending the night tonight?

Yeah, I don't have any plans.

Wait, you have a job job?

Long story.

(country music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Hiya, Ms. Kowalski.
Where have you been hiding?

-In plain sight.
-Ah.

How's your
daughter?

Healthy, loves school.
What can I get you?

Been staying
out of trouble?

I'm keeping it real simple:
work, family, home.

Yeah. Regular homebody,
that's you.

-Oh, Coors Light.
-Mm. Coming up.

You like
working here?

-Pays the rent.
-Does it?

'Cause, you know, I came
by a couple nights ago.

It seems to me,
you're hardly ever here.

Well, shifts are
pretty competitive,

but I'm getting by.

Excuse me.

(country music continues)

-What are you doing here?
-What am I doing here?

-Is that your parole officer?
-My break is in half an hour.

Meet you outside.
I can't talk here.

Who said you can come
harass me at my job?

Did you do what
Mr. Bestic requested?

We need to discuss
the new split.

I don't follow.

The score is worth
two and a quarter,

and that's a very
conservative estimate.

Seeing as how I'm
the only one standing,

-I would like half of that.
-You want half?

It's a fair split.

Mr. Bestic doesn't
renegotiate.

Why? He's a lawyer,
is he not?

He's not giving you half,
I can tell you that.

But am I safe to assume
that you actually have it
in your possession?

I need new parameters.

I can't just jump
when he says jump.

There are logistics
to be figured out.

I need to be able
to choose my crew.

I need to know how many
jobs are expected of me.

Is this another negotiation?

It's not
a negotiation.

Jerking off,
in other words.

When I jerk off,
you'll notice.

We can't predict

on any level at all.

We can take a phenomenon
after it's happened

and explain it
in all sorts of ways,

but we can't tell
you that it's coming
before it gets here.

So, I can't tell you what
Mr. Bestic will say or do,

but I will relay
the message.

You don't have to worry
about that parole officer.

He won't bother
you anymore.

What did you do?

You won't see him again.

Evans!

Everything's a medicine,
and everything's a poison.

-(GASPS)
-CHARLES BAUDELAIRE:
What would you do?

Given a choice,
I'd never go in somewhere

with only one exit route.

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

When it rains...

If you wanna make this
disappear, we need to work fast.

Some people lack vision.

("JETT" THEME PLAYS)

Focus.

Now that you are here,
you cannot be unseen.

The whole game is rigged.
I knew the risks.

(YELLING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)