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-(children laughing) -Jeffrey: Guys.

Pirate, cowboy, let's go. It's breakfast, come on,■Zwe go.

-You can't use peanut butter, babe.■z -What?

Oh, such bullshit.

-And what if he shares with someone who has allergies?

-Nature's way, babe. -Jeffrey.

-Sorry.

Did you get more sunflower butter?■I can't find t

-Jeffrey: Ohh, I forgot.

Time to go eat. Let's go, buddy.

-(doorbell rings) -I got it.

-Just need a signature. First name?

-Jeffrey. -(electronic beeping)

-Did you get enough syrup?

-Finished, buddy? -Bye.

-Okay, bye. -See you guys tonight.

-Radio Reporter: 82 for San Bernadino,

75 for Burbank, and 74 for Downtown L.A.

It's much nicer and milder along the coast.

Mid-60s for Camarillo, and 68 currently for LAX.

-(theme music)

-(turn signal clicks)

-(phone ringing)

-(engine starts)

-Pterodactyl?

-Elsie: I want to try them. -Tamara: All right.

Just hold on, dang.

-Yeah, and the chow mein. And that shoul-- hey, baby,■you?

-What? Oh, yeah, sure. -Ronald: And one quart■0 of th.

How long?

Okay, there's a big tip for your delivery boy if you can cu.

-Okay, they hot, but try it Elsie, okay?■-All ri.

-♪ ♪

-No?

-They're disgusting. -I followed the recipe.

-Why aren't you makin' that bonbon sirop?-I don't kn.

Just, I wanted to try something new.

-(quietly) Something not Haitian.qP-Tamara.

-(knocking) -Tamara: Oh.

Chinese food comes quick around here. (chuckles)

Elsie, I don't know what you're talking about,'caus.

-Hey.

-What's up?

-♪ ♪

-(distant rock music)

-(car engine stops)

-(sighs)

-(motorcycles revving)

-♪ ♪

-(woman laughing)

-Dance, sugar?

-No, thank you, I'm-- I'm meeting someone.

Excuse me, um...

-...pterodactyl. -What?

-I'll have a beer, I'll have a beer, thanks.

-How much? -Five.

-Thank you. -Doris: Look at that ass.

-Doris, take your hands off my meat.

Wanna bag a handful of this?

Thought you'd buy a dance...

-...buy a dance. -I'll buy a dance, yeah.

Are we, uh...

-$20.

-Um.

So, is Daewon here?

-Did anybody follow you?

-Um...how does this work?

-Tell me what you need, sugar.

-Do you work with Daewon?

-You can never say that name in here, do you understand?

Thank you.

-Where are you going?

-Song's over. Wanna buy another?

(whispering)

-(Nick whispering)

-It was chill.

Might go back someday.

-Good for you, man.

Was worried about you for a minute, though.

-About me?

-Hell yeah, Izzy...

-...after what you did to Vera's fam, come on.TP-Who s?

Ain't like I hurt y'all.

-(sniffs) -Izzy: Beef was over.

All I did was push empty trash.

-Wes had a lotta GenCoin on the side...

-He was not happy. -He's never happy.

-That's true... that's true.

What you doin' here, Izzy?

I mean, we miss you. But you just show upout of the ?

What's really goin' on?

-I miss it.

I miss you guys.

I don't need a big title.

I just...

I just wanna be back.

I learned a lot.

I want to come home.

-(rock music playing over radio)

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

-(music and car stop)

-The boys at Blackstone yesterday was interestedin maki.

And they're also interested in chippin' in a little extra ,

you know what I'm sayin?

-Excellent. Strong get, man.

-Well, that's all really, really great.

But, until any of these things actually come to fruition,

Wes remains the sole financier of Araknet.

-Wes: That's right. -Wes, you just brought back■z y

to keep us running for another 10 weeks.

-Mm-hm.

-Okay, look, I would not be doing my job if I didn't■ re,

strongly against doing this party tomorrow night.

-Wes: My fuckin' birthday, man. -Jerry: Wes, you asked me■to .

And you are looking at spending a quarter-million dollars■: i.

Now that is an entire month of burn,

-We're trying to line up financing here, right Jerry?-We-

-Well, who the fuck do you think I'm invitingSZ to ?

-Okay, but, do we have to bring in Chef Urusawa?

-Mm-hm. -We can just order from Nobu.

-Mm-mm. -And, meanwhile, who are thes?

We got Micah, we have Tonya. We don't even have last names.■?

-You just let me worry about them. Look, man, we gotta.

We got the Saginaw brothers going, We got a whole host ofU .

that can float this company, man.

It's gotta feel like we're stacking dough fasterZ t.

-Am I right, Ronald? -Fake that shit 'til you■: maket

-Finally somebody who gets me!

And, Nick, why the fuck do you have glitterrx on you?

-Just a little... closer down.

Yeah about...

-(phone vibrates)

-(knocking)

-Ronald: What's up, man?

-Coming tomorrow night?

-Yeah, I was plannin' on it. -Good.

-Why, what's up?

-Ah, man, I've just gotta tell ya. I know we've had ourtd.

I respect the shit out of you, man.

-Thank you.

-There's gonna be some big swingin' dicks thereç:tomor.

Could be our last crack at Series B, you know?

Could use you by my side.

Working the room.

You got a suit?

-None that I really like.

-My boy, Ramon's on his way over here. He'll hook you up re.

"Fake it 'til you make it."

-It's, "Fake that shit, 'til you make that shit."

-"Fake that shit, 'til you make that shit."

for the. -Hey, I just need to get ahold of a little petty cash

Got a little surprise...

I'm cookin' up-- well, actually, a big surprise, so...

-How much? -A hundred...thousand.Need a th.

-You'll need Mr. Dacey's sign off on that-I know, bu.

Because it's a surprise, I was kind of...

Okay, fine.

-(typing)

-(knocking)

-Hey, look at you.

-Yeah, my man Ramon here doin' me right.

-Oh, Ramon, yeah. You're, uh, Wes's guy, huh?: -Correct.

-Um, here, here. I just need your John Hancock.

-What's this? -Uh, that's just, uh, some?stuf.

Guess Jerry wanted both our signatures.

-Hundred large?

-Yeah, it's a surprise.

-For Wes? -Mm-hm.

-Hey, my man, give me a second.

-(door opens, closes) -What?

-"What?" -You'll find out tomorrow!

-Bruh... -"Bruh."

-What're you doing, man? What you trying to do here?T

I'm not-- nothing.

Nothing.

-(exhales) I ain't signing this shit.

-For real?

-Would you sign this shit?

-Okay, fine. You know what? It's-- you know, Wes isP8gonna.

-(door slams shut)

-♪ ♪

-(phone ringing)

-Hey. -Ronald: Yo.

Hey, look, Wes's turning 65 tomorrow and...

-.. .you know, he's throwing himself a big ass shindig.]t ?

-And if you're tryna get in with everybody,

just show the hell up.

-I wasn't invited. -I'm invitin'' your ass.

-Okay. -Look, I'll send you the deets,?

-Bye.

-(indistinct chatter) -Nick: Do you trust me?

-Do I trust you? -Do you still have faith in me?

-No.

-No? Really? -You want me to walk youuP thr?

Money I spent, I could build an ark. Put some rare fuckin'xr.

That doesn't mean there's gonna be a flood.

None of this shit out here means dick, unless we getÑr the.

-Unless you want to go public. -No, we can't go public.

-Well then...fuckin' ark.

-Look, I need $100,000, cash, by tomorrow night.

-Okay.

-Yeah?

-Fuck no... what for?

-I can't tell you but, Wes, I'm asking you to trust me.

-You got a suit for the party?

-No, I could use a new one, actually.

-Well... you should get one.

-Do you have a dress?

There are stores.

-I'm broke.

-I can't do this. -You have to.

Don't think of it as a betrayl. It doesn't have to be like thaty

then, we can leave Araknet alone,

and no one ever has to know that any of this ever happened.

But, if there's zero cooperation,

we will have to destroy Araknet, so youwill be .

-You don't understand, though, I'm... (sniffles)

...I'm not, like, a spy or anything. I'm... I don't kno.

-I'm not asking you to be a spy.

I'm asking you to be you.

Kindest, prettiest, most charming version of you.

-Dad.

-(door opens)

-(door creaks, light switch)

-(truck beeps)

-(workers chattering, indistinct)

-♪ ♪

-Hi. I'd like to check my balance, please.

Thank you.

I'll take all of it.

-Elsie: Bake sale! Come and get your !

Cupcakes, cookies, whoo!

-Tamara: Talk it up, we've made some good cookies■x .

-They just $5. -Tamara: Wow.

Wow, guys, you done good.

-How much money did we make?■-Uh, I think we mh

to get them brand new jerseys we was talkin' about.

-(girls cheering)

-And, you can eat whatever we didn't sell.

-Woo! -(laughs)

Yeah, proud of you guys.

Showing some real sales chops.

-What's "chops?" -Chops?! C'mon, it's like, ifyo,

people say "you got the chops for it."

-Well, that's stupid.

-(girls laugh) -Alright, anyway...

-(tires squeal)

-What is he doin'? Sorry guys. -Mom?

-Mom. -Oh my God, girls, girls, girls.

-(screaming)

-Tell your husband, and his boys, to stay■8the fuck.

-Tamara: Oh my God.

-(tires squeal)

-Girls, it's okay. You okay?

-(Elsie crying) -It's okay, it's okay.ç8It's ok.

-Good?

-Yeah, buddy. (chuckles)■x-(phone rings)

-Hey, hold on.

Hey, baby. How--

Baby.

-No, he just got home. Yeah, I'll call you later. Alright,mm.

-You alright?

-Y'all alright? -No.

No, we ain't "alright."

Elsie and her friends are scared. And I'm still shaken,

and I got to call all these parents.

-Els, can you go in your room for a minute?

Your mama and I need to talk. Can you go to your room?

-Hey, Patty, it's Tam, Elsie's mom. Call me back.

-(Tamara whispering, indistinct)

-Who was it? What'd he look like?

-I don't know, okay?

I don't know, he had a mask on.

-Was he black? White?

-He was white. -White. Okay.

Did he say anything?

-Yeah. Yeah, he said to tell you and your boys to stay off:

-Was it Declan?

-You swore to me you was out.

-I am out, baby!

-My boys just doing some shit without me.28-They ain'!

God.

-I'm sorry.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

-Do not touch me.

-(sink turns off)

-I am out, Tam.

Somebody must think I'm just tryna play them? or so.

Got 'em on Araknet to clear the corners so LH7 can go inR8t.

Somebody just think I'm tryna play them, babe.UX I.

Aight?

You call the police?

-No. No, I ain't called the police!

I wasn't sure what you'd gotten into.

-I ain't get into shit, baby. -Then, you know, here I am,

in the middle of the damn street.

And all the parents, and the kidsU8just lookin' ,

thinkin', "Who's this crazy, Haitian bitch

"bringing all this shit into the damn neighborhood."

-Nobody thinkin' that-- -So, no, I didn't] call the e

because I didn't want them askin' me all kindsp8of ques.

(sobs) I just got out.

(sighs)

-What you want me to do?

Baby.

What you want me to do?

-Do nothing.

That's what you should do.

Do nothing.

-Elsie was in the car with you?

God damn.

-Ronnie. Ronnie.

Baby.

Ronnie... Ronnie, you're still goin' to that party tonight,xé?

-Mm-hm. -Okay.

Okay, 'cause,

'cause, baby, that is all that matters right now, alright.

-You go in there, and you sell the shit out of that company

that you built. You feel me?

-Yeah, I feel you, baby.

I feel you, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-Mm-hm. -I wish I was there.

I'm so sorry, baby.

-(crickets chirping)

-(Adolfo talking, indistinct)

-Hey, will you give me a quick zip?

-Hm?

-♪ ♪ -(TV playing, indistinct)

-(sighs)

-Thank you.

-It fits you.

-I lost a lot of weight, so...

-(music playing from radio)

-♪ ♪

-(tires squeal)

-(relaxing music playing)

-(indistinct chattering)

-Have you heard from Ronald yet?

-Uh, no, no. Hey.

-He should be here by now.

-Nick. -Hey.

-Mel Rivera. -Yeah, yeah, yeah,0 that's rig.

-An old friend of your father's. -Yeah, of course.

-So sorry to hear about his passing.6-Yeah, thank.

-Look, if there's anything I can do for you, you just9:let?

-Mara: Excuse me. -Yeah, yeah, uh,

$70,000 on you, in cash? Right now.

-Funny guy.

-(exhales)

(Koop - "Relaxin' at Club Fusion")

♪ All the colors are changin' ♪

♪ All the colors are changin' ♪

-Tucker: Well, there he is, he emerges.

-Martin: Yo.

-I was in the john, getting chubbed up for you.

-Oh yeah? Did it work? -You tell me.

-(laughs) Careful, man. That is a loaded weapon.

-What, no cock for me, man?

-(laughs) Happy birthday, old man!Z -Than.

-Hey. Gentleman, gentleman. -(overlapping chatter)

-What's up, shithead? Nice to see you, man.ó-Hey, gre.

-Good to see you. -Uh, where's your partner?

-Oh, you didn't see her? She's, uh--■-No, no, no, .

Uh, the guy, Dacey, what's he called?

-The Haitian-- The Haitian Hammer. The Haitian Hammer!■ -O.

-(motorcycle engine)

-(car engine revving)

-(party music, chatter)

-Jesus... what're you doing here?

-Ronnie invited me. Where is he?

-I don't know. He said you were in Cuba?

-It was special.

-Are you back for good, or?

-I'm taking it one day at a time, I guess. -Uh-huh.

Okay...

-Yeah, should... get a drink?

-Yeah, yeah, okay. Uh, here, come with me.

-(distant laughing)

-(indistinct party chatter)

-Mara, good lord, look how great you look.

-Thank you. -Yeah. It's good to see you.

-It's nice of you to come. -Oh, of course.

So, I hear things are going really well for you.

-Yeah... -That's great.

Wes must be very proud.

-I hope so.

-Enjoy the party. -Absolutely. Thanks.

-I feel really shitty about how we left things.

-Me and you. -That's okay. No, no, no. We're-

-No, no, I...

I said some things and...

-Yeah. They were true. -Shut up!

-Let me apologize. -Okay.

-You're in a 12-step program or somethin'?

-You're a dumbass.

-Okay.

-65. -Charlie.

-I mean, how is that possible? Weren't we just racing jet skis?

-Charlie! Jesus Christ, man.

-(tense music)

-So, who are all these rich bastards? You tryna7 show?

-Ah, you know me, I'm just...

drudging in the rolodex, trying to get some new funding for the.

-You think any of these youngsters want to run with you?

-What? -Us old-timers gotta stickQX wi.

But you and I should get together.

-Absolutely, man, let's get together.

It's so good to see you, Charlie.

-You too. -Thanks so much for coming, man.

-(metal music playing over stereo)

-(radio static)

-(radio changes station)

-Radio Reporter: We've got a highSof 75 tomorrow.

But there's a storm coming.

So, watch out.

-(dramatic music intensifies)

-(indistinct conversations)

-Man: Ah, yes, shots, shots, shots. We must, we must.

-(laughter)

-(glass crackling)

-(groaning)

-(grunts)

-Tucker: I'm telling you, Mel. Mel, Mel, listen to me

We're-- we're gonna fly him out in my personal jet...çZ(voi)

-(grunts)

-(distorted voices overlapping)

-(laughter)

-♪ ♪

-(overlapping voices, indistinct)

-Woman: Oh! Are you alright?

-(air pumping)

-Mara: Here. -Thank you, sweet pea.

-(Velcro tearing) -Well, I never expected you

to be dealing with this sort of thing.

-What sort of thing, doc? -Panic attack.

-Doc, this was no panic attack.

-Well, I hate to break it to you. But, you did not have .

-No, no, maybe it was an allergic reaction.

Maybe it was some bad sushi or something.

Fuckin' Jerry with his bad fish.

-Get this filled tonight, if possible. I'm gonna step■

-(door opens)

(door closes)

-Adolfo: It's not you.

The dress.

It's her.

-I know, Dad, I just borrowed it.

-You need to be you.

Mom and I never accepted that.

That's on us.

All of it.

-♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-Tamara: You kill it, baby?

-Yeah.

-(door closes)

-Scared us.

-♪ ♪

-(rock music)

-(motorcycle engines)

-♪ ♪