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[ticking]

[suspenseful music]

[ticking continues]

[exhales] Hey.

-[man] Close your eyes.
-Come on.

[ticking continues]

Close...

...your eyes.

[tense music]

[gun cocks]

[winces]

[music builds]

[ticking continues]

[pensive music]

[exhales]

[pensive music continues]

Paulie, your father
knew when to fold.

Well, I'll tell you
something, Georgie.

I'm not my father.

[chips clacking]

[player laughing raucously]

[chips clacking]

[laughter continues]

[laughter fades]

[keys jingle]

[exhales]

["Miss Me with That Bullshit"
by RJD2]

[engine turns over]

[song continues]

[Wynette over phone]
Paul, $40,000?

The down payment on the house?

[stutters] Uh, you know what?

I, I can't,
I can't do this anymore.

[Seamus]
Paulie, it's Seamus.
What the hell is going on?

I got Jimmy Good Hair
breathing down my neck

about the bet you got
for tonight's game.

Call me,
or get your ass over here.

[automated voice]
This message
is for Paul Murphy.

This is
the Columbus Collection Agency

regarding
an outstanding balance
on your account.

Please contact us
to discuss payment options

to avoid further action.

[Wynette]
We're done! That's it!

If, if you want your shit,

it'll be in the dumpster,
on fire,

just like your life!

[Burt]
Hey, Paulie, it's Burt.

Hey, I hope
you're on your way, man.

Marcy's looking for you.

And I don't think

it's about a raise.

[song continues]

[suspenseful music]

[shutter rolls, clanks]

-Hey, Paulie.
-Burt.

So you got any money left
to bet the game this weekend?

-How do you--
-[snickers]

[laughs] I'm sorry, man.

Couldn't resist.
Word got out fast.

-It was a bad beat?
-Oh, God, in the history

-of bad beat.
-[Marcy] Murphy.

Nice of you
to make it in on time.

Oh, no, you didn't. Again.

-I, uh-- Traffic.
-You know,

maybe I should play poker.

I can read you
like a fuckin' book, Murphy.

When you win, you're early,
and when you lose, you're late.

I think that's called a "tell."
Do I have that right?

You know, Marcy,
I gotta tell you,
your father's pep talks

were far more effective.
Can I please just get to work?

You have to be the unluckiest
son of a bitch I know.

God knows what my father
saw in you.

I was just starting to think
the same thing about you.

-[Burt] Hey, Paulie.
Lettuce is here.
-You're goddamn right it is.

Come have a good look, Marcy,
'cause you're about to see

how a bet pays off.

Mexican lettuce.
It's got no legs.

[scoffs] Un-fucking-believable.

-[Paul] Okay, you know what?
-[Marcy exhales]

Let me just get on the phone
with Santos

and fix this, okay?
He fucked us.

You're not calling anyone.

Santos didn't fuck us.

He fucked you,
and then you fucked us.

-Okay, Marcy, just give me--
-No, Paul. I am sick and tired

of you treating
my family's business like

your own fucking
line of credit at the casino.

It's the goddamn peaches
all over again!

That wasn't my fault.
They put 'em on the wrong truck.

-Oh. [scoffs]
-And besides,
your dad gave me a pass on that.

Oh, yeah, I remember.
And I also remember thinking

that he should have fired
your dumb ass.

But for some reason,
my father loved you.

Maybe because you ate with him,
drank with him,

-played cards with him--
-Yeah, or maybe he wishes

I was running this place, but,

hey, you got
the right last name.

[scoffs]

You know, before my father died,

he made me promise
to keep you on,

and I did. Out of respect.

But I never promised how long.

Working here
for as long as you have

is probably the best fucking run
you'll ever have.

But now it's over.

Pack your shit and go.

Oh, and take
all the lettuce you want.

Sanfillipo's gift
for your years of disservice.

[slow tense music]

[clipboard clatters]

[door slams]

Maybe stay away
from football this weekend.

[music continues]

[siren wailing in distance]

[music continues]

[clinking]

[clanks]

[clicks]

[clanks]

-[tires squeal]
-[air hissing]

[muffled] What the fuck?

[suspenseful music]

[air hissing]

[horn honking in distance]

Oh, fuck!

-[muffled gunshot]
-[thuds]

[sighs]

[reciting Mourner's Kaddish]

[tense music]

[tires squeal]

[engine turns off]

[exhales]

[lighter clinks]

[exhales]

Seamus.

Mr. Four-of-a-kind.

-You heard.
-Yeah.

The Greek won't shut up
about it.

Keeps talking about
how he's gonna open up

a second location
with your money.

Well, it was a bad beat.

Yeah.

You know what goes along
with a bad beat?

Bad luck.

Come on. Let's get inside.

[children yelling]

All right.

You still got ten large

riding on the Knicks game
with Jimmy Good Hair.

You want me
to call it off, right?

No. No, no, no. Leave it.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I'm sure.

-Oh, Christ.
-Wh-- what?

Your old man knew
when to fold and--

How many times do I have to hear

what my old man would have done?

You know what?

-Double it. Double it.
-Oh, Paulie, come on.

-Double it. Double it, Seamus!
-You are in the woods here.

-You just lost
40 grand to the Greek.
-Okay, you don't wanna do it,

-that's fine. There's other
bookies in this town.
-You wanna go another 20

-with Jimmy Good Hair?
-I can go to another bookie.

You gonna do it or not?

I shouldn't.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

You know what? I don't.

Are you gonna do it or not?

Thank you.

And, uh,
now I have a favor to ask.

-Oh, jeez. [laughs]
-[sheepish chuckle]

You got fucking balls, kid.
I'll give you that much.

I need a place to stay.

Just for a couple of days.
Come on, Seamus.

-Just for a couple of days.
-Nah, until

it turns into a couple of weeks.

No. You ain't staying here.

Well, where am I supposed to go?

-[birds chirping]
-Dreams really do come true.

My adult son
moving back in with me.

-Good to see you too, Ma.
-Yeah.

Smoking again, huh?

It started back on today.
[blows]

Coincidence?

You should quit, Angie.

Those things are gonna kill you.

-When?
-[chuckles wheezily]

[door creaks]

[sighs]

Oh. [chuckles]

Wow.

[Angie]
Mm.

Ah.

Jordan. Jesus,
that guy was money in the bank.

-Yeah, now you got LeBron.
-Nah, nah.

Jordan was with the Bulls
for 13 years.

I like commitment.

[chuckles]
What, uh, no Pamela Anderson?

Ah, no, this lady
made me take it down.

Thought I was gonna
jerk my youth away.

Oh, don't be disgusting.

You could see her nipple,
for God's sake.

-Who do you think changed
his sheets back then?
-[chuckles]

And I ain't gonna start
changing 'em now.

I don't know what you did
to that nice girl Jeanette.

-Wynette, Ma. Wynette.
-Whatever.

-I don't know what you did
to get tossed out...
-[sighs]

...but if you start pulling that
same crap under my roof, mister,

you're gonna get a room
at the Y.

Capiche?

[door latch clicking]

All right, buddy.
Always good to see you, Angie.

Yeah, always good
to see you, Seamus.

And don't be a stranger.
Come by anytime you want.

If you want a cookie,
you better get one now.

I'm gonna put 'em away.

[chuckles wheezily]

You be a good boy.

[laughs]

[Angie]
Paulie, shut the door.
You're letting the air out.

[door shuts]

[somber music]

[crow cawing]

[Paul]
What are you doing?

[sighs] Looking for
a seven-letter word
for "bothered."

Starts with an A.

"Annoyed."

An...

Perfect.

Ma, where's your bread?

I still have to work
20 hours a week at the bakery.

You think I wanna come home
and make more bread?

Stop bothering me.

There's a loaf of store-bought
in the box.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

What happened?

-I thought you
didn't want me to bother you.
-Yeah, well,

that ship sailed
the day you were born.

Why'd you get fired?

-Marcy Sanfillipo's
had it out for me forever.
-Oh, Paulie...

-Ever since her dad died.
-...what did you do?

-Why's it always
got to be something I did?
-Look, you can say

what you want
about Marcy Sanfillipo,

but you and I both know
she wouldn't fire you
for no reason.

-Did you steal money?
-Ma!

-Well, then what did you do?
-I had a chance
to make a sweet deal

-and it went south.
-You gambled.

Okay, yeah. Here we go.

Yeah, Ma. That's right.

Everything I do is a bet.

Everything I do is a gamble.

It was a good deal.

Oh, God.

"A good deal."

You know how many times
I heard that from your father?

God rest his soul.

The car we didn't need.

The extra fridge
out in the garage

that still doesn't work.
Your confirmation suit.

I was up all night
hemming that thing so you,

you wouldn't look like you were
wearing a, a tent with sleeves.

It was always about the deal.

[sighs] Oh, God.

I wanted it to be different
with you.

But I don't know what I did.
But obviously I failed.

[scoffs]
What do you mean you failed?

You're a grown man
who's, who's gambled away

a chance for a house,
a family, a job.

And now, look,
you're living back here with me.

I know. So, okay,
but how is that your fault, Ma?

That's me.

I mean, what do they say?
What's bred in the bone...

Oh, is that what you think?

-That I'm comparing you
to your father?
-Yeah.

Which is why I don't get you
busting my balls all the time.

-Because you were with Dad
'til the day he died...
-[scoffs]

-...and he was a gambler.
-You may think you're a gambler

like your father,
but you are nothing

like your father.

Yeah, sure,
he did some stupid things.

But your father never put
this house at risk.

Your father always put food
on that table.

He was never,
never late on a bill.

Your father...

[clicks tongue, voice breaking]
Your father cared
more about other people

than he cared about himself.

[mouthing] Yeah.

[gulps softly]

[cutlery clunks]

[pensive music]

[exhales slowly]

[sighs]

[music continues]

[shredder clicks]

[shredder whirs]

Excuse me.

Is this the right place
for, uh, Davis and Associates?

Yeah, I work there. You new?

Yeah. I thought
I'd bring some donuts, you know.

-Make a good impression.
-[chuckles]

It's your lucky day.
You get first pick.

Ooh! Jelly filled.

-[clicking]
-[muffled gunshot]

[body thuds]

[tense music]

[sighs]

[box thuds]

[sighs]

[reflective music]

[sighs]

-[inhales]
-[gun cocking]

[shredder clicks]

[whirring]

[Saul]
And as we approach
the High Holy Days

and prepare to fast
and pray and confess,

it is this last thing
that has been on my mind most
this past week.

Confess.

What is it to confess?

On Yom Kippur, we come together

to confess our sins to God

and seek forgiveness.

But what about
outside these walls?

What place does forgiveness
have in our personal lives?

Consider this.

It is only
when we forgive ourselves

and fully accept responsibility
for our errors,

that we can be kind
and merciful to others.

For most of the wrongs
done to us,
we have done to ourselves.

Is this not why you seek
forgiveness from those
you have wronged,

so that you may become
a better person?

For if you're not
a better person tomorrow
than you are today...

...what need have you
for a tomorrow?

And to this
I hope you will all say Amen.

[all]
Amen.

[somber music]

[indistinct commentary on TV]

-What can I get for you?
-Gin. Chilled. Neat.

Gotcha.

[commentator on TV]
They're all out there
on the court tonight.

-You've been watching this game?
-Knicks are up by four.

-Is that a good thing?
-Yeah, that's good.

Knicks fan, huh?

No.

No, sorry, if you don't mind,
we're getting down

to the last two minutes here.

You took the Knicks?

-Yeah.
-Not the Cavs?

Well, it's not the same team
since LeBron left.

Not that the Knicks
are any better. They suck too.

I'm just hoping they suck less.

Now, if you'll--
If you don't mind.

[woman on TV]
Dive into fall with new looks

and fresh takes on classics
for the whole family.

[exhales] Okay.

Sorry. Just, uh,

had a shit day, and I got a lot
riding on this game.

It always seems like
it comes down to the last
two minutes in basketball.

What does it matter
if it's basketball or football?

Bottom of the ninth
with two outs

or the Kentucky fucking Derby.

The last two minutes.

It's always the most exciting.
When the bet's in,

time's running out,
everything's on the line.

-What about ties?
-Fuck ties.

That's why I never bet
on soccer.

[chuckles softly]

Well, here's
to the last two minutes.

Oh, yeah, can you, can you

turn it up, please?

[commentator on TV]
Milosevic back on the hunt,
looking and finding Sampson.

Sampson, mobbed with coverage,
tries to find Hart,

but Pearson again
with the steal...

-Murphy.
-Oh, Frick and Frack.

What, did you come to pay me?
Save me a trip?

-Game ain't over yet.
-Yeah, Knicks are up.

Not with your minus two,
they ain't.

Like he said,
game ain't over yet.

All right, Murphy,
I'll give you a few seconds.

Let it never be said
that I don't give a loser
one final shot.

[commentator on TV]
They got to try to keep
that forward momentum going

and grind it out
to the last second.

-First one's up, and it's good.
-Fuck yes!

-Up by three.
-Okay. Come on.

Come on, suck less, god damn it!

-Shot is up, and it is good.
-[laughs]

-Knicks 5-4.
-Okay. Okay. Okay. Here we go.

[commentary continues
indistinctly]

-[dramatic thud]
-Fuck!

No! No, no!

-[commentator on TV] 103 to 102.
-Hey!

Come on,
get your hands off of me!

What? Do you think
I got it on me now?

Whoa, but the Knicks won.

When I come back,
I'll explain the spread.

[commentator]
...what you want,
but you can't say

they don't have heart.

Well, that'll do it for us
as we...

[tense music]

-[man grunts]
-[clangs]

[Paul groaning]

Give the man a chance,
for Christ's sake.

Yeah, come on.
What, do you think

I carry around cash?
I'm not that stupid.

-[sighs softly]
-A grand.

-[exhales]
-It's a start.

[ticking]

[grunts]

[coughs]

You don't wanna pay back
what you owe

so you try to win it all back
and then some.

The juice starts running
after tomorrow.

Okay. Okay.

So, are we done here?

Almost.

[grunts, groans]

Uh, hey, hey. No, no,
not the watch. Come on.

Why? You already got a grand.

I don't like you, Murphy.

-Wha--
-[clatters]

Figures. Piece-of-shit watch

for a piece-of-shit loser.

[grunting]

-[Paul grunts]
-[groans]

[grunting]

-[grunting continues]
-[groaning]

-[gun clicks]
-Oh, shit.

Hey.

Now, this doesn't seem
like a fair fight.

-[grunts]
-[screams]

[groans]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's okay. It's okay.

-[tense music]
-[ticking]

[Paul grunts]

[groans]

[groans]

-[gun clicks]
-God! [groans]

[Paul coughs]

[panting]

So...

...tell me about this spread.

[soft music]

I think this is yours.

Oh, shit. Yeah. Thank you.

This belonged to my old man.

Sorry, I think it's broken.

No, actually, no.
It's been 10:08

since he gave it to me.

So, it's right twice a day.

More than I can say for myself.

So, let me see
if I got this straight.

This morning, you lost
$40,000 at a poker game...

...which led you to getting
kicked out of your apartment

and dumped by your girlfriend.

Lost your job
at the produce company

because of a truck
of bad lettuce.

You doubled a bet
with your bookie,

moved back in with your mother,

and now you're in 20 grand
to someone with really good hair

because the Knicks
didn't win by four?

I think, technically
I was dumped first,
then kicked out,

but, sounds about right.

[scoffs, chuckles]

[inhales, exhales]

How was your day?

You don't wanna know.

Oh, actually, I'd love to know.

I mean, come on,
it's gotta be better than mine.

Probably worst fucking day
in my life.

It was a normal morning routine.

Workout, two-mile run,
shower, breakfast,

gratitude journal.

Put a bullet
in an informant's head.

Had a great little salad
at the Brown Bag Deli.

Picked up some donuts.

Point-blank, blew the brains out
of a slimy attorney.

Went to Friday night services
for my weekly dose
of Jewish guilt.

[clicks tongue]

Then here.

[Paul scoffs softly]

[rock music
playing indistinctly]

[pool balls clack]

[chuckles]

You know,
when we were back there
and you had the gun on the guy,

I saw it. I saw the look.

You're... a hitman.

David Solomon, at your service.

Paul Murphy.
Hey, humbly grateful.
You saved my ass.

[chuckles] Nah, you were doing
all right for yourself.

If it weren't for the gun.

[scoffs] Goddamn hitman.

Do you have a problem with that?

No. No. Come on.

I mean, everybody's got to work.

So...

...what are you gonna do now?

You wouldn't happen to have
19 grand on you, would you?

[chuckles] No, sorry.

Yeah, well,
I gotta come up with that.

-Plus the vig.
-The vig?

Yeah, it's, uh,
gamblers' interest,

but it's not as generous
as a bank.

And you think you can
come up with that?

I mean... [scoffs]

not if things keep going
the way they have been.

And if I don't, I mean,
eventually he'll kill me.

Which I could
give a shit, but...

...he'll make it look
like a suicide.

Then my ma won't even get
the insurance money.

Fuck my luck!

I can't even die right.

[sighs]

[chuckles softly]

I know the feeling.

-What do you mean?
-I can't either.

Well, you can't kill yourself
because of the insurance money
for your mom.

For me, I wouldn't
be able to be buried
in a Jewish cemetery.

I know this.

After all I've done.

I know that I deserve
to be buried with the righteous.

-Convert.
-[scoffs]

Catholics forgive everything.

Yeah. [chuckles]

I'm afraid
it doesn't work that way.

It means that much to you, huh?

It does.

[music continues indistinctly]

[pool balls clacking]

[dull, moody music]

I'm never gonna get out
from under this.

I'm just gonna keep fucking up,
keep hurting people.

Good people.

Fuck that.

I'm done.

[pensive music]

You could do it.

-Do what?
-Kill me.

-Yeah, I know.
-No, I mean, you kill me.

In two weeks, you kill me.

You make it look like
a wrong place, wrong time,

whatever it is you do,

so that my ma
gets the insurance money.

What's with the two weeks?

Well, I got enough cash
to go two weeks.

I mean, not enough
to pay off Jimmy,

but enough to take a run at it

and then some
if I get lucky. I mean,

think of it as the last
two minutes of my game of life.

-[scoffs]
-Either I take it down
to the felt

or I go out a winner.

But either way...

...when those two weeks are up,
I gotta die.

And you die making things right?

I don't know about right,
but... better...

...for everyone.

Except you. I, I can't pay you.

It would be righteous.

Righteous, yeah. Righteous,
like, like community service.

[David scoffs softly]

This is an agreement...

-...between you and me.
-[sighs]

And if you choose
to make this agreement,
there's no turning back.

It's a one-way street.
No U-turns.

[slow tense music]

[Paul sighs]

It's a good plan.

Right?

It's your plan.

Yes. Yep.

It's my plan. Yeah.

[stool clattering]

-Okay, well...
-That's all right. I got it.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Uh, okay.

I'll see you in two weeks.

Wait. Actually, uh,
will I see you or--

'Cause if you come,
it might be better

if I didn't even see you,
you know?

Just... [mimics gunshot]

You know?

But whatever. Okay.

["Un Verre De Trop"
by Julien Veyrac]

[exhales]

[plastic rustling]

[sloshing]

Mm.

[song continues]

-[song stops abruptly]
-[car alarm blaring]

[car alarm chirps]

[unsettling music]

[bones crack]

[dramatic whoosh]

[pen clatters]

[hurried footsteps]

-Morning, Ma.
-Morning.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

Oh, nothing, huh?

You didn't get blood
on my counter, did you?

Like you wouldn't have seen it
first thing in the morning.

No, Ma, I didn't.

Well, you look nice.

Let me fix you something to eat.

So I gotta look nice
for you to act nice?

If you're gonna
be looking for a job,

you need to do it
on a full stomach.

I gotta get to it, Ma.

Well, you need to eat something.

I gotta go.

And bring back my mug.

[door opens]

[soft music]

[cell phone chimes]

[music continues]

[notification bloops]

[sighs]

[ticking]

[exhales softly]

[music continues]

[ticking continues]

[chips clacking]

Thanks for staking me, man.

-Just don't embarrass me.
-[sighs]

[woman]
Double Mossburn. Neat.

It's my poker face.

Mm.

You playing tonight?

Winning tonight.

[music continues]

[mouthing] Wow.

[man groans]

Hey, Paulie. Double stacked.

Go big or go home, huh?

More like go big or go homeless.

Surprised to see you
here tonight.

Aren't you normally shoving 20s

into the Wheel of Fortune
machine?

Hey, I play poker too.

Tommy, you play cards.

She apparently plays poker.

[upbeat suspenseful music]

[music fades]

[Paul]
You're raising the flop.
But checking on the turn.

Are you slow playing me?

Because I'll tell you right now,
I've got the straight.

But I'm thinking
you're holding hearts.

Go ahead and bet your straight.

That is, unless you're bluffing.

I'm gonna call you anyway.

Aw, wrong suit. Pretty sure
it doesn't match your shoes.

Cute.

-[chips clacking]
-I call.

I got the straight.

Well, this heart doesn't play,

-but these two do.
-Nice. Very nice.

[inhales] I did have you
in the flush draw, though.

-You did, and you weren't lying
about the straight.
-I was not.

Mm-mm. We should both
be ashamed of ourselves,

letting civility dictate
a hand like that.

My dad,
he would have smacked me.

My dad would have raised me
on the turn.

My father would have said,

"Why don't the two of you

get a room?"

[woman clears throat]

Well, it was nice playing
with you all.

-It was nice playing with you...
-Paul.

-And you are?
-Leaving.

Stay civil, Paul.

Jesus, finally.

You know what
your problem is, Tommy?

You don't recognize a lesson
when you're getting one.

-What lesson?
-Well, like I said,
you play cards.

That lady just schooled you
on how to play the player,

and you didn't learn
a goddamn thing.

Hey, I still got chips
in front of me.

That's only
'cause I'm getting up too.

[chips clacking]

You didn't stay.

It got less interesting
after you left.

Hm. You left a lot of money
on that table.

You could have cleared
those guys out.

I could say
the same thing for you.

Oh, I don't do it for the money.

I mean, it's nice, but...

Some people read books,
I read people.

Keeps me sharp.

Huh. I do it for the money.

-[woman] Ah.
-[Paul] Looks like
you're buyin'.

[woman]
That's very presumptuous of you.

I've been called worse.

[bartender]
What can I get ya?

A Mata Hari, please.

[bartender]
A Mata who?

One and a quarter ounce cognac,
one ounce sweet vermouth,

three quarter ounces
pomegranate juice,
one half ounce simple syrup,

three quarters ounces
lemon juice, freshly squeezed.

Shake it, strain it.
Glass. Chill.

Watershed, rocks.
You can make mine first.

You realize
we're in Columbus, Ohio?

Ah, it's a test.

Whenever I relocate,
it's a great way

to gauge the culture
of the city.

[ice clinking]

-You're looking at it.
-Mm-hm.

So...

...how many times
have they gotten it right?

Uh, let's see...

New York,
San Francisco, Chicago,

uh, Wichita.

-Really?
-Mm-hm.

And...

Mm. [gulps]

Now, Columbus.

So, wait, uh, New York,
Chicago, then Columbus?

-Did you get demoted?
-I go where the work takes me.

What kind of work is that?

Corporate restructuring.

-That's nice and vague.
-Downsizing.

Basically, when CEOs
don't want to look bad,
they call me.

Wow, I bet people just love
seeing you walk in
the front door.

That's why I sneak in the back.

[chuckles]

And what about you, Paul?

What is it that you do?

I am a professional gambler.

-Really?
-Mm-hm.

Hm.

-For how long?
-Well, uh,

two hours. This is my first day.

Mm. And, uh, what did you do
before you turned pro?

I got fired.

Yeah. And before that,

-I lost 40 grand
in a poker game.
-Mm.

Which led to the loss
of a down payment for a house,

my girlfriend,
a place to live, my dog.

And left me with no choice but
to move back in with my mother.

-[clears throat]
-[chuckles softly] I can't
believe I just told you that.

Uh, I know what you're thinking.

Quite the catch, right?

Depends what your takeaway
from all that.

I miss the dog.

So, what's your read on me now?

Refreshingly honest.

Does that mean I get your name?

[chuckles]

-Erica.
-Well, Erica, listen.

I'd love to see you again.

Oh, you might find me

at Moscone's on Monday night.

At what time?

Don't even tell me.
I'll just go now and wait.

7:30.

[chuckles softly]

And what do you think
the over/under
of that happening was?

I would've lost money.

If I was you,
I would not be late.

[suspenseful music]

[over phone]
Levine Produce. This is Irv.

[David]
Hi, this is Mike Reynolds

calling from
the Bureau of Unemployment.

I'm following up on a claim
filed by a Paul Murphy.

-Paul who?
-Murphy.

Yeah, I think you got
the wrong place, man.

We don't have anybody
by that name.

Sorry. My mistake.

This is Mike Reynolds
with the Bureau of Unemployment.

Yeah, hey, this is, uh,
Mike Reynolds calling

from the Bureau of Unemployment,

following up on a claim
filed by a Paul...

Yeah, I'm just following up
on a claim for a Paul Murphy.

[Marcy]
Wow. He didn't waste much time,
did he? [laughs]

Yeah, he was employed here.

Whether he worked
or not is up for debate.

Well, he filed a claim, and I'm
just following up to confirm

that he actually worked there
and that he was fired
from there.

Oh, yeah. He was fired.

Got it. One more thing. Uh,

can you confirm
his current address?

Uh, yeah,
unless he's a miracle worker,

he's not at that address
anymore.

Last I heard,
he was living with his mother.

Well, uh, could I trouble you
for the address, please?

[sighs] Yeah, sure.

-[keys clacking]
-[clears throat]

It's 353 Tracy Lane.

Got it. Thank you for your time.

-Hey, there.
-Hi. Do you have a reservation?

Uh, I'm meeting someone.

Um, and I see her.

That's not a Mata Hari.

It is not.

-Watershed, rocks.
-Embracing the local culture.

-Nice.
-[server] Cocktail, sir?

-Uh, yeah. Same as the lady.
-Right away, sir.

Okay, I gotta be honest.

I was not sure you'd be here.

That makes two of us.

[clicks tongue]
Well, I'm glad you are.

Me too.

-You can tell me what's good.
-Everything.

Everything is good tonight.

[Erica]
And I'm sitting on pocket aces.

But I've already taken most
of these guys' money and dignity

-so they're praying
to see me lose.
-Mm.

You'd gotten in their heads.

-Completely.
-Mm-hm.

So, the turn.

[clicks tongue] Ace of diamonds.

I've got three aces,
but I bet small.

The big blind,
he's chasing a straight

and, uh, river card comes,
four aces.

Monster hand.

And I go to bet.
And I, uh, you know--

[Paul]
Reverse tell.

-And he falls for it.
-[softly] Oh.

He goes all in.

I just love
being underestimated.

And proving them wrong.

[smacks lips]
And making 'em pay for it.

[both chuckle]

So how's your tiramisu?

Yeah, it's, uh, it's good.

But, you know,
it's not my mother's.

Oh, I take it she knows
her way around a kitchen.

-Oh, yeah.
-Mm.

She always cooked

for us growing up.

But then after my dad died,

I mean,
there's cooking out of love,

and then there's cooking
out of necessity.

But she works at this bakery.
Cookies, bread,

all very good,
but her tiramisu...

I mean,
she can't make it fast enough.
It always sells out.

It reminds me of my nana.

She'd probably give
your mom a run for her money.

Her drop-dead brownies...
[blows] My favorite.

She was my favorite.

I miss her.

Mm. You're fond of your mama.
I like that.

Yeah. Um, you know,
we're roommates...

-[chuckles]
-...which makes it
a little, um...

Yeah, yeah. How long
do you see that lasting?

No longer than two weeks.

Yeah, I'm... It's about
as far ahead as I can see.

Well, the good thing
about being home
is the cooking, right?

-Is that right?
-Um, yeah.
Well, you would think so.

-Here, try, try some of this.
-Mm.

See, I'm not my mother's
favorite child.

Oh. Got siblings?

[clicks tongue] Nope.

[both chuckle softly]

But there always exists
a phantom child

who could be better.
You know, in her mind.

[Erica chuckles softly]

Just the ones that she imagines

she could've had.

[old-timey song]

That was really great.
Thank you.

Oh, you picked a great place.
If it was up to me,

we would have gone
to White Castle.

What's not to like? I mean,
it's, it's open 24 hours a day.

They serve you your food
very quickly.

Uh-huh.
Yeah, again, very refreshing.

So, what do you do now?

Uh, going home, I guess. You?

-I got to get to work.
-Oh, that's right.

-You're a professional gambler.
-Yeah. But there's, uh,

-there's a special promotion
at the casino.
-Really?

Yeah. It's
bring-your-girlfriend-to-work
night.

Oh, I'm not your girlfriend,
so...

-And that's not
a real promotion, so...
-Oh.

♪ You know my love is true ♪

♪ The stars have fallen
From above ♪

♪ The golden moon turned blue ♪

♪ My cryin' heart
Keeps cryin' ♪

♪ My arms, they long for you ♪

♪ I'm lonely as that little man
They say that's in the moon ♪

♪ Why don't you come home? ♪

♪ For I'm oh so alone... ♪

-[engine turns over]
-[David] Eyes forward.

Who the fuck are you?

You know who I am.

Tell Mario
I'll get him his money.

I'll get it back. All of it.

It's too late for that now.

No, it's not.
I swear I can get it.

I'll take you there now.

It's not there.

Wha-- what do you mean,
it's not there?

[David sighs]

Like I said...

...it's not there.

Please. Please, man.
Please don't do this.

Please. I have a wife and kid.
Please.

Rebecca and Max.

I know they're in Cleveland,
visiting her parents.

Which is why I'm here
when they are not.

Freddy? Baby?
What are you doing?

[grunting]

-[muffled gunshot]
-[tires screeching]

-[woman screams]
-[thuds]

[gasps]

[exhales]

[exhales]

Fuck.

[somber music]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[exhales heavily]

[music continues]

["Cold Eggs" by RJD2]

[all cheering]

-[laughs]
-[song continues]

[muted]

[sports commentary on TV]

-Yeah!
-[all cheering]

[man]
Unbelievable!

Unbelievable!

[song continues]

[muted]

-[woman] May us both win.
-You sound a little too excited.

[woman chuckles]

[song continues]

[muted]

[Paul exhales]

-[Erica] Hey.
-Hey, how are you doing?

Listen. Um, do you wanna try
this new place

for great Italian food?

Sounds good.

Okay. Okay, great.

Yeah, it's very authentic.

-Really?
-I'll, uh, I'll make
a reservation for us.

-Okay.
-Okay. Hey,

and maybe don't fire
anybody today.

Be nice.

-You bet.
-[chuckles]

Okay. I'll text you.

-All right.
-Bye.

[suspenseful music]

So it was almost time
for the bakery to close,

and he says, "What do you mean,
you're out of bread?"

And I said, "Oh, Father Mike,

how many times have you been
in this bakery?

You know my bread sells out
every time before it closes."

And he goes, "I know,
but I was prayin' on it."

[all laughing]

Oh, so you liked it?

-Not at all.
-[laughs]

Oh. Better than your nana's?

-It's, um--
-No, don't answer.
That's fine. [laughs]

It's delicious. Thank you.

So, tell me more
about this job of yours.

You said you, you what--
You, um, you fix companies?

Ye-- yeah, in a way.
I help with problems

and keep an eye on things
that companies
don't wanna deal with.

Wow. Sounds like a good job.
Important job.

Yeah, I guess it's important
for the people who hire me.

[Angie]
Mm-hm.

So, you're good at what you do,
and smart.

What are you doing
with this guy?

-Ma--
-No, now, I'm asking a question.

-Mind your business.
-[Paul groans]

I love my son,
but he isn't working right now.

I don't think
he's even trying to find a job.

So, why is someone successful
like you with a man

who has so much potential

-but isn't doing
anything with it?
-[clicks tongue]

You don't have to answer that.
[chuckles]

[chuckles softly]

Because he makes me laugh.

Which I don't do often enough.

And he's honest,
which I don't see often enough.

And...

...for now, that's enough.

Well... okay.

That's how I raised him.

Where are you going, Ma?

You think I made
all this food and no dessert?

I got tiramisu in the fridge.

Wow.

Okay, so that means
she likes you.

'Cause otherwise,
we'd be having cookies.

Oh.

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps approaching]

David?

You're in my favorite spot.

Oh, sorry.
Rabbi Berkman, I, uh--

Please sit. Sit.

And, please, it's Rabbi Saul.

[Saul exhales]

I like to sit here.

Gives me perspective.

Yeah, it's peaceful.

Quiet. I can think.

And pray?

And get perspective.

I also like to sit here
and look at the ner tamid,

the eternal light.

When I deliver my sermons,
it's behind me.

But you know it's there.

Of course.

But it's nice for us
to actually see confirmation

that Adonai is always present.

-[scoffs softly]
-I know it's just
a 40-watt bulb...

...but it can be
a very faith-warming thing,
that light.

Yeah, well,
I wish I had one in Afghanistan.

You know,
a little travel version.

You know, I had a job,

and it should have been as easy
as changing a light bulb.

[David sighs]

[mumbles softly]

I am struggling.
[breathes shakily]

I'm struggling
with the collateral damage.

[scoffs]

I can't begin to comprehend
what you must carry,

other than to assume it involves
the loss of the innocent.

You know, they give you
all the training,

all the equipment
to kill the enemy,

but they don't give you anything
to deal with it.

[clicks tongue]
I don't know who could.

Other than Adonai himself.

It's a heavy thing,
having to decide in a moment

who lives and who dies.

It's not an everyday decision
for the common man.

But when it must happen,
one hopes

it is for the better
of the many.

I didn't ask to play God.

Nor were you asked to.

A wise young girl once said,

"We are fashioned
by our choices.

First we make our choices,
then our choices make us."

You were trained to do a thing,
a terrible thing.

And your struggle
is with the aftermath.

Six million innocent lives
were lost in the Holocaust.

You, you think God didn't weep
in the aftermath of that?

We all make choices, David.

It's a choice
to turn away from the light,

to look into the shadows.

But the light is still there.

God is always with us.

His presence
cannot be extinguished.

It was your choice
to join the army. Yes?

Yeah, it was my choice
to join the army,

and then I had to make
a lotta other choices,

choices that extinguished
a lot of lights.
Innocent people.

Innocence, whether it's a child
or an adult, is pure,

-but it's not protective.
-[mumbles]

What am I supposed
to do with that?

You're asking questions.
That's good.

Yeah, and I'd like
some fucking answers!

Because all I get
is more questions.

And more questions.
And still I suffer.

We're Jews. That's what we do.

You're a rabbi.
Isn't that your job,
to ease people's suffering?

Isn't that why you became one?

I became a rabbi

because I had a calling.

[clock chimes]

And I like the hours.

[scoffs softly]

[pensive music]

See you Friday night?

Do I have a choice?

[Paul]
Boom.

-What's this?
-For you.

Two weeks, all expenses paid.

Why?

Ma, what do you mean, why?
'Cause you always

wanted to go. Now you're going.

Well... take it back.
Get your money back.

-What do you mean?
It's paid for, Ma.
-Wait, with what money?

I'm making money, Ma.

I didn't ask for this.
You know what I want?

I want you to get
your life back in order.

I want you to move out
of your mother's house,
for God's sake.

How long do you think Erica's
gonna put up with that?

Ma, will you stop
worrying about me?

Let me do
something nice for you.

You wanna do
something nice for me?

-[thuds table]
-Return this,

get your money back
and get a job!

Take it or leave it.
I don't, I don't care.

[indistinct chatter]

-Hey, Paulie.
I cleaned up the other night.
-[Paul] Hm.

Good for you, Tommy.

[music playing faintly]

[man]
Fuck yeah.

-How are you?
-Hi, there.

[suspenseful music]

[chip rake scrapes]

[shredder whirs]

[dollar bills rustle]

[exhales]

-[chips clatter]
-[indistinct chatter]

[brooding music]

[shredder whirring]

[somber music]

I... don't know.

Yeah. Yes. I'm, I'm handling it.

Yep.

-Hey.
-Can't find the fucking Arborio.

Ahem.

Here you go.

-[exhales, chuckles]
-[chuckles]

Okay. Sorry.

-It's my mother's risotto.
-Mm-hm.

Special recipe. You're gonna
fucking love it, okay?

-You got the wine?
-Yep.

Okay, good.

[pensive music]

This is a fun one,
'cause it's very, like...

-You have to be
very focused, you know?
-Yeah.

-Constant stirring.
You have to watch the pot.
-Yeah.

-You keep adding more.
-Can't be distracted?

-Yeah.
-[Erica] Mm.

[suspenseful music]

[cashier]
All right, that'll be 45.38.

Would you like to round up
for the food bank?

-Yeah.
-[cashier] Okay.

[tense music]

Let's go.

[slow suspenseful music]

-You good? Okay.
-No. I'm good.

Really drinking
that wine up, huh?

[inhales] Hm?

-See ya.
-Hey, are you sure

you don't want to stay
and watch something or...

-I just have a big day tomorrow.
-Yeah.

You really are
slow playing me, huh?

Look, I just want you to know,
these, these last two weeks

have been, like...
It's been, like,

the best two weeks of my life.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Never better.

[footsteps receding]

[lively jazz music]

♪ I got 15 wins
And most were on the floor ♪

♪ One poor fellow tried to run
But he couldn't find the door ♪

♪ O'Malley Donohue
Skinny Jim and Roy ♪

♪ They swung, they missed
Dreamland's where they deploy ♪

♪ Oh, ring that bell
And watch me glide ♪

♪ I slip, I duck ♪

♪ I sing my stride ♪

♪ A shuffle... ♪

[song continues faintly]

Come on, man.

Don't you wanna
make it a fair fight?

[song continues faintly
over earphones]

[exhales softly]

♪ But one by one they line up ♪

♪ And one by one they fall ♪

♪ I'm the king of the canvas ♪

♪ Ain't no mistake at all ♪

♪ They call it
The sweet science ♪

♪ But, honey, it's a show ♪

♪ With the bright lights
Flashing ♪

♪ And the horns a-blow ♪

♪ I dance to the left... ♪

[both grunting]

♪ I bop to the right ♪

♪ And watch the poor devil
Kiss the floor good night ♪

[song continues]

[yells]

[grunting]

-[thuds]
-[high-pitched ringing]

[muffled yelling]

[high-pitched ringing continues]

[muffled grunt]

[song continues muffled]

♪ So line up the next man ♪

♪ I'm raring to go ♪

♪ I've got a stage to command
And a story to show ♪

♪ When that final blow lands ♪

♪ And the rafters all shake ♪

♪ Just remember
Whose ring this is ♪

♪ There's only room
For one great ♪

-[song ends]
-[muffled gunshot]

[body thuds]

[sighs softly]

[whispers] Fuck.

[shredder whirs]

[suspenseful music]

[muffled indistinct chatter]

[pensive music]

-[tray clatters]
-[glass shatters]

[players chattering, cheering]

[player]
Thank you.

[player]
Yeah!

[muted]

[winner shouting]

[players cheering]

[player]
Thank you.

[music continues]

[whoosh]

[exhales]

[cell phone vibrating]

-Hey.
-What are you doing here?

What's going on here?

I can't catch any cards.

-Right.
-What?

I don't know. You tell me.

You're holding back,
or something
is holding you back,

and this is not the person
I met two weeks ago.

You're right.

Yeah. [scoffs]

[breathes deeply]

Yeah, maybe I played it
all wrong.

All of it?

No. No, not all of it.

Okay. Um...

So...

...I made this deal.

-Um...
-What?

What do you mean,
you made a, a deal?

Uh...

You know what?
Can we talk outside?

Okay.

-Oh. Ah.
-[muffled gunshot]

[glass shatters]

[car roaring]

[tires squealing]

-Fuck!
-[man] What the fuck?

-Fuck!
-[man] Hey!

Paul, what the hell is going on?

-Who did you piss off?
-I piss off a lot of people.

No, no, we are not
going anywhere

until you tell me
what the hell is going on.

Why does somebody
wanna kill you?

Because I fucking asked him to.

What? Why?

I don't know. I didn't want
to disappoint anyone anymore.

I didn't think anything else
good could happen.

And then it did.

Get in the car.

Oh, that was,
that was really close.

You need to calm down, okay?

I shouldn't be here.
It's not safe.
It's just not safe.

-I should go.
-And, and do what?

And find him
and, and call it off.

You know, tell him that I,
that I changed my mind.

And how do you propose
to do that?

Well, what,
should we just wait for him

to come back and try again?

-Fuck that.
-No.

You were safe here, okay?

I gotta find him.

Yes, I know. And you will.

-I will. I mean, I have to.
-Yes, you do.

-But do you even know
where to start? Hm?
-[sighs]

-No, but I should start tonight.
-No, no.

Can't start tonight.

-Oh, I can't?
-No, you can't.

Not tonight.

-Not tonight?
-No.

[softly] And if you try
to walk out that door tonight,

I will kill you myself.

["Keep That Coffee Hot"
by Scatman Crothers]

[both moan]

-♪ Just keep that coffee hot ♪
-♪ A-keep it hot ♪

-♪ Be sure you make a lot ♪
-♪ A-make a lot ♪

-♪ Your coffee hits the spot ♪
-♪ It hits the spot... ♪

[grunting angrily]

-♪ So keep it hot ♪
-♪ I love your coffee pot ♪

-♪ I love your pot ♪
-♪ So keep that coffee hot... ♪

[yells]

♪ Just got my pay today ♪

♪ A-just today ♪

♪ But I don't plan to stay ♪

♪ Ain't gonna stay ♪

♪ I'm leaving right away ♪

♪ Yeah, right away... ♪

[screaming]

-♪ My night to play ♪
-♪ I love your coffee pot ♪

-♪ I love your pot ♪
-♪ So keep that coffee hot ♪

♪ Got some troubles to lose ♪

♪ Gonna live down those blues
So goodbye ♪

♪ Bye, bye, bye ♪

What are you thinkin' about?

Honestly,
someone's trying to kill me,

so I was thinkin'...

...what if that's the last time
I have sex before I die?

[Erica chuckles]

Then I'd say you did
pretty well for yourself.

-[chuckles] Yeah, I guess.
-[chuckles]

Who knew fear of death
was such an aphrodisiac?

[Erica]
Hm.

[snickers]

Is that your parents?

Yeah.

Are they still alive?

[sighs] My mom died
of cervical cancer.

Oh, no. And your dad?

Shot and killed coming out
of a backroom poker game.

Oh. I-- Wow. I'm sorry. I...

Yeah. It's okay.
You didn't know.

The guy who would raise
on the turn, huh?

Yep.

Wish he was still here to do it.

[Paul]
Mm.

So, it was just you
and your mom after that?

Yeah... for a while.

Until Frank.

Hm, no photos of him, huh?

[sighs] Oh, no.

I got enough memories of him.

[Paul]
Hm.

Where's-- Where is he now?

Dead.

How'd he die?

Does it matter?

No.

[Erica]
Mm.

[chuckles softly]
It's a nice picture.

[Erica]
Yeah. Nice reminder

that no matter
how ugly the world is,

there's always something
to treasure.

[clicks tongue]
I don't wanna die.

Then don't.

[both chuckle]

-Morning.
-Morning.

-Coffee's ready.
-Oh. Thank you.

[Paul sighs]

Not bad.

I could get used to this.

-Me too.
-Hm.

With a few minor adjustments.

-Adjustments?
-Toilet paper.

Yeah, I mean, I, I saw that
you're an over-the-roll gal.

Under the roll is the way to go.

I've got a really
strong opinion about this.

But I solve problems
for a living,
so I have a solution.

Separate bathrooms.

A bigger house.

I like the way you're thinking.

Mm-hm. [clicks tongue]

What's with the money?

[sighs] I owe it
to Jimmy Good Hair.

Jimmy who?

He's the biggest bookie in town.

This is BE money, Before Erica,
when I couldn't win shit.

I'm thinking
maybe he can point me
in the right direction

for finding this guy. But
not if I don't pay what I owe.

And what if
he doesn't know anything?

I still owe it.

I like the positivity.

-What do you mean?
-I mean that if someone knew

they were gonna die,
why would they pay off a debt?

-I'm coming with you.
-No, no, no.

No. I, I got this.

Besides, don't you have
someone's day to ruin?

-Paul.
-No, no, no.

Go to work. I got this.

[door closes]

[sighs]

-[traffic noise]
-[hurried footsteps]

Hey. Hey! Hey!

Murphy! God damn it!

[man]
I'm sorry, Jimmy.
I don't know how he got by.

What the fuck, Murphy? Manners.

Knock, for Christ's sake.

My apologies. Uh,

here's the rest of what I owe,
plus the vig.

Um, I'm sorry that it's late.
I've been busy. [chuckles]

Busy winning, from what I hear.

Oh, yeah.
You're all the talk these days.

"You hear about the win streak
Murphy's on?"

"Murphy can't lose."

Why do you think I haven't
sicced these two on you?

I figured, "Ah, he's winning.
Let the vig run a little."

But I gotta be honest with you.

"Murphy on a win streak?"
[chuckles] It don't sound right

-when you say it out loud.
-[men chuckle]

Well, listen,
it's, it's all there.

Plus a little extra for
some information if you got it.

You paid for it.
Go ahead and ask.

I'm trying to find a shooter.

I don't know
if he's a gun for hire

or if he's with an outfit,
but I gotta find him.

You tell me anything about?

You know what?
Ask Thelma and Louise.

-He's the guy
from the night of the game.
-Fuck you, Murphy.

I should have popped you
when I had the chance.

[Paul]
That didn't go too well
for you, as I recall.

Are you telling me
somebody's trying to kill you?

-That's right.
-You're making bank right now.

-That ain't right.
-[Paul] Wow.

Jimmy, careful.
That almost sounded heartfelt.

I'm just looking out
for my investment.

You see, you can't win forever.

And when you lose,

most of that money's
coming back to me.

Now, why would I wanna
kill the goose
that's bringing me money?

Get outta here.

If I hear something,
I'll get word to you.

[Seamus]
Hold on.

This can't be good.

-I got a problem.
-No shit.

Meet me around back.

Around back.

Why would somebody
wanna kill you?

You, you are not into anybody,
are you?

Nobody, for the first time
in a long time.

Did you clean out the wrong guy?

No, it ain't that.

-I--
-Just spill it, kid.

-Okay.
-What the hell is going on here?

But just...

...don't "What the fuck?" me.

Let me explain first, all right?

All right.

I kind of put a hit on myself.

What the fuck?

You know, about my height.

Uh, gray beard, straight nose--

-What else do you remember
about this guy?
-That's it.

I don't know. Uh, it's--
That's everything I know.

-You know everything now.
-Yeah, but what,
what was he eating?

-What was he drinking?
-Uh...

Come on, come on.
Come on, Paulie, think.

Wait a minute. He's Jewish.

How do you know he's Jewish?

Because he said
that if he ever killed himself,

he couldn't be buried
in a Jewish cemetery.

And it was real important
to him.

Dangerous but devout.

Fucked-up combo.

There's only one guy
that could be.

They call him "The Rabbi."

Yeah, ex-Special Ops.

You, you know what?
No, I'm not sure it's even him.

Why? Why? Why do you say that?

'Cause you're
still sittin' here.

The guy doesn't miss.

-I gotta find him, Seamus.
-No.

If it's him,
he's gonna find you first.

And your girlfriend.
Yeah, I know all about her.

And if I know about her,
trust me, he does too.

Paulie, what are you doing?

Paul-- Paulie.

Paulie, watch your ass!

Pick it up, pick it up.

Hey. It's me. Uh, I'm still
trying to track this guy down,

but just call me
and, you know, let me know

when you're safe, okay?

[muted]

[slow music]

[woman vocalizing]

-Not that I remember.
-No? Not at all?

Well, if anyone comes in asking
about me, will you let me know?

...you know, a Jewish guy.
All right. Thanks.

Ring a bell specifically?

-No.
-Okay.

Excuse me. Uh, Do you know

where, uh, this might be?

Uh, there's two of them.

Okay. Thank you.

Um, yeah, so...

Maybe down the road.

Down the road. Okay.

[Paul]
Hey, I'm, uh, following a lead.

Not sure it's gonna go anywhere,
but, uh, stay safe, okay?

[sighs]

[vocalizing continues]

[music fades]

[sighs]

[child shouting in distance]

[Emily]
And I know
they had an amazing time

at the two-week long summer camp
in Zionsville, Indiana.

And if you go to our website,
you'll find a full gallery

of really great photos
and videos
from their time there.

And we are just so excited
for our youth group

-to be taking their annual...
-[gasps]

[whispers] Hi.
Can I help you find a seat?

[whispers] Oh, thanks. I...

Actually, I think I see my...

[Emily]
...donations to their
travel fund.

But that is all the news
I have for today.

Rabbi Berkman?

Thank you, Emily.

Those are such
special opportunities

and connections for our youth...

-...as they prepare to go out...
-Shabbat shalom.

Shabbat shalom.

[clears throat]

I'm impressed. You found me.

Yeah, when you narrow it down
to Jewish hitmen

called The Rabbi,
it's not so hard.

-[Saul] Shabbat shalom.
-[all] Shabbat shalom.

Tonight, I wanna talk to you
about decisions and choices.

Are the decisions we make
from our own free will...

Listen, I'm so sorry
to bother you here.

I just wanna tell you
that I'm, I'm calling it off.

[Saul]
...tell ourselves
something is fate...

I'm sorry. Did you hear me?
I'm calling,

-I'm calling it off.
-[woman clears throat]

Sorry.

It's a balanced choice
between right and wrong.

[clicks tongue] I can't do that.

[Saul]
The capacity to choose
between two courses of action...

Um, what do you mean,
you can't do that?

[Saul]
...teaches us that today
our fates are sealed...

What kind of man
do you consider yourself to be?

[Saul]
...choices we have made,
both good and bad...

Right now, I--
A, a man who doesn't wanna die.

That wasn't the agreement.

[Saul]
...we stand before divine...

Okay. Right. But, um...

This is on you.
You made a decision.

You asked me.

You made a choice
to do something righteous.

Righteous?

How is it righteous
to kill someone

who doesn't wanna die?

[inhales deeply]

-I changed my mind.
-[Saul] In the Torah...

-[woman clears throat]
-...Adonai says,

"I have set before you
life and death,

blessing and curse.

Therefore, choose life."

Okay.

Okay. You choose to live?

-Yes, yes, yes, I choose life.
-[clears throat]

I choose to live.
She hears me. She heard me.

I choose to live.
You heard it, okay?

Yes, I choose life.

-You wanna live?
-[seat creaks]

-[clicking]
-[suspenseful music]

You have to kill me.

What? No, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm not a killer.

-I didn't think I was either.
-I don't want this.

[suspenseful music]

[Saul]
Let it remind us that we have
the power to choose life,

to make decisions that align
with our values and our faith.

-[Paul sighs]
-And to that I say,

may we all be sealed
for another year

-in the book of life.
-Pack a bag.

Just pack a fucking bag!

Don't open the door for anyone.

I'll explain everything
when I get there.

I'm on my way.

[music continues]

[Erica exhales]

[sighs heavily]

[exhales]

[music continues]

Erica?

-Erica?
-I'm back here.

-Are you okay?
-Uh, yeah.

-Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm okay.
-You are not okay.

-Oh, no, no, I'm not.
Where's your bag?
-It's right here.

-Okay, good. You need to go.
-What? No.

What, what did you find out?
What, what's going on?

-Uh, well, you know what?
This is what's going on.
-Okay. Whoa!

-Where did you get that?
-Funny story.
The Jewish hitman gave it to me.

Told me that the only way
he's not gonna kill me

-is if I kill him first!
-He wants you to kill him?

-Yeah.
-Okay, you know what?
Just breathe.

Yeah, well, I don't know
how to breathe 'cause

I don't know how to use this!

Then put the gun down. Okay?

Hey. Hey, look at me. Calm down.

-Take a breath. Okay?
-[exhales]

-Everything is gonna be okay.
-Okay.

Okay. But that starts
with you getting out of here.

-What? No. I'm not gonna--
-Erica.

This time you gotta go.

-[Erica stutters]
-Please?

And just call me when you get
somewhere safe, okay?

Just remember to breathe.

[suspenseful music continues]

Fuck.

[music builds]

Fucking kidding me.

Fuck. [grunts softly]

[panting]

[pensive music]

[sighs]

[clicking]

[exhales]

[music continues]

[exhales]

[traffic noise]

[gun cocking]

[Paul]
God damn it.

[exhales]

-Turn around.
-[sighs]

Turn around.

Oh.

Jesus Christ.

It's time.

-[clicks]
-[breathing heavily]

[sighs heavily]

[whispers] I can't.

[sighs] I...

-Close your eyes.
-Come on.

-Come on.
-[softly] Close...

...your eyes.

[music builds]

-[muffled gunshot]
-[David grunts]

[thuds]

[groaning]

[groaning]

Thank you.

[clicks]

[muffled gunshot]

[music crescendos]

What the fu--

["Catch the Exit Door" by RJD2]

No, no. It's a total shit show,
but I handled it.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

[cell phone beeps]

[sighs]

Babe. You forgot your silencer.

Oh. No, I packed the seven.
That's a five.

Oh, okay. Uh, well, have fun.

-And remember,
dinner at my ma's on Thursday.
-Wait, no.

-I thought
that was this weekend.
-No, babe,

I got the poker tournament
in Cleveland this weekend.

Okay, this is not good,
'cause I've got the Gomez hit

-on Thursday.
-Well, we've already
canceled twice.

-[sighs] I'll see
if I can reschedule.
-Okay.

And, hey, I was having
some trouble with the safe.

You didn't change the code,
did you?

I don't know. Did I?

Well, I gotta go
get warmed up at the casino.

Uh-huh. And you really think
I'm gonna leave you

with easy access
to stacks of cash?

Just stake me 10K.
I'm good for it.

Not a chance in hell. Love you.

Love you.

[song continues]

[indistinct rapping]

[music fades]