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- Brock?
Bro, can you hear me, bro?

Come on, baby.
Come on, Brock.

Brock!
- Can't get 911.

No fucking recep--

Shit!
- Is it that bad?

- What? No.
No, just, uh, you look great.

Got your standard number
of eyeballs.

Hey.

- Hey!

We're taking you
to the hospital.

We couldn't get an ambulance,
but this is just as good.

I'm basically an EMT
since I took a CPR course

seven years ago when I worked
at the water park.

No seatbelt.

I'm not normally back here
when it's moving.

I'll just--

Ah!

- Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Oh, I guess you'll just have
to get used to women

throwing themselves at you

what with how normal
your face looks now.

Oh!

- Ah!
- Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Okay. There you are.

Brock, right?
Nod if you can hear me.

I'm Dr. Mandril.

I'm going to be
operating on you today.

You're going to be fine.

Your friends got you here
in time.

They saved your life.
You're in good hands, mm?

You know,
I really hate lying like that,

but his last thought shouldn't
be, "I'm going to die."

This way, he croaks
on a high note.

- What?

- You didn't give him
the gas yet?

- No, sorry.
- What the fuck, Ryan?

Jesus fucking Christ!

Would you knock him out
already?

- Yes, Doctor.

- You are going to be
just fine.

Don't worry about a thing,
okay?

- Okay.

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Ah.

Well, thanks
for coming back in, guys.

I wanted to let you know
we caught Carlos Ramirez,

AKA "Condom Carl."

- Did he say what happened?

- He won't talk,
but it's all on video.

So it's open and shut.

The D.A. said I can return
your personal items.

So we got a set of keys
and a couple of phones

and I believe this is yours.

- Thank God. It's been so hard
to sleep without a pillow.

What?
I'll flip it over.

- Um, what about
the grack sack?

The big bag
with the python eggs.

That was Jillian's too.

- No, those were Brock's.

That's why he got shot,
isn't it?

What's the story there?

- No stories.
They were--they were Brock's.

- Well, if you can get Brock
to sign for them,

I can release the eggs and
you can sort it out yourselves.

- Yeah, but he's in a coma.

I don't think he's gonna
be signing anything.

- And the python hunt ends
in six days.

After that, they're useless.

- Well, if he's incapacitated,

a family member
could always sign for him.

- The fuck?
- Ugh.

That's Pete.
Pete the pig.

We borrowed him from the DEA.

- He's so cute.

- Yeah, he's cute.

He's also
a huge fucking asshole!

- Can pigs be assholes?

- He swallowed my Bluetooth,
so you tell me.

- What does Pete the pig do?
- He's a super sniffer.

We actually got him to locate
Condom Carl's gun.

He dropped it at the scene.
It vanished.

The chief seems to think
it's in the grass somewhere.

So now we all have to put up

with Pete's fucking bullshit,
all fucking week!

It's so dumb
because the gun's long gone.

- Long gone?
Gone where?

- I have a theory about that.

I believe it was eaten
by a snake.

- Can snakes eat handguns?

- Oh, yeah. Looked it up.
They eat everything.

License plates, alligators--
heck, even people.

- People?
That's--that's crazy.

- So what I did was I contacted

the Department
of Water Management.

Every dead snake
that comes through there,

they're gonna cut it open,

examine the stomach contents,
and let me know.

I bet we'd find that gun
in one of them.

- Fuck. They're cutting
open snakes now?

What happens when someone
catches the one that ate Noah?

- Aww, I didn't know
his name was Noah.

I'd rather not humanize him.

Can we please call him
"the body"?

- Well, they'll find the body,

all the body's bones,
all the body's wallet,

or pictures
of the body's nieces in it.

- La, la, la, the body
had no one who loved it.

The body was all alone.

- Then Rodney Lamonca's
gonna kill me.

Oh, it's not gonna be
a regular death though.

He's gonna probably hang me
from a building

or make me lick poison
off some money.

- What?
- I don't know. He's fucked up.

- Relax, okay?

I read online it only takes
three weeks

for a snake
to fully digest a deer.

Humans are basically deers.

- But it hasn't been
a few weeks.

It's been one week, Cregory.

- There's over 100,000 pythons
in the Everglades.

What are the odds
someone's gonna catch that one?

- That snake was 20 feet long
and white with red eyes.

Fucking biblical motherfucker

couldn't be more conspicuous
if he tried.

- Nobody's going out to
the swamps this week anyway,

not with this storm coming.

- Thank God
for global fucking warming.

- That's the spirit.

Too bad about the grack sack.

- Yeah.

Guess it's all over then.
No more saw palmetto farm.

- Yeah.

Fuck!

Unless...

we could maybe ask Corby
to get the eggs

from the police station for us?

- He's a nice kid.

He might feel kind of bad

that his dad
basically stole them from us.

- Totally.

- I mean,
it feels a little ghoulish.

- Seeing his dad is in a coma.

- And we were sort
of responsible.

- True, true, true.
Good point. Good point.

Except we're also responsible
for saving Brock's life.

- Yeah.
We drove him to the hospital.

- Got him there before
he lost consciousness.

- If you think about it,
we're kind of heroes.

- Corby's gonna be so grateful.

- Of course he's gonna give us
those snake eggs.

- "Anything for you guys
because you saved my dad's--"

- He died this morning.

- I'm so sorry, Corby.

- If you need anything at all,
we're here for you.

- Thanks.

But didn't you guys say
you needed a favor?

- What? Definitely not.
- Us?

We're here for you, champ.
- We're not heroes.

- We're just friends.
- Friends without motives.

- And we definitely
see the potential

of up to 6 million customers
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in the wake of the storm.

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- Can't believe Brock's dead.
- Yeah.

But I've been around so much
death, nothing's shocking.

You know, I've won this dress
to 17 funerals?

- 17 funerals
is too many funerals.

- Well, there was my dad.
That was a heart attack.

And then my friend Amy.
Overdose.

But then the other 15 was when
I was hired to be a mourner.

- That's a job?
- Uh-huh.

It's so unpopular people don't
seem like they died friendless.

And I was great at it.
I can start sobbing on demand.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's just a skill
I've always had.

Don't know why.

Probably because
of my deep well of sadness.

- Hey, about the eggs.

I think we should tell Corby
to pick them up

before the contest ends so
he can claim the prize money.

- Feels like
the right thing to do.

- He lost his dad.
We both know how tough that is.

- Yeah. God.

- Of course, my dad didn't
steal someone else's

bag of snake eggs
before he died.

- Neither did mine.

- Seems like
a relevant distinction.

- Very relevant.
- I mean, that was our dream.

- And Brock took it from us.

- We'll be--

- We're giving Corby the eggs
and that's that.

- Guys, I feel like God
sent us Brock

to remind us
that life is precious

and to make as much content
as you can while you can.

- Yo, I'd be lying if I said I
wasn't a little jealous though.

The kingdom sounds sick.

- Hey.

We met at the DMV.
Matt, Brock's friend.

- Yeah. I remember you.

You were having an affair
with his wife.

- Yeah.

I don't know why it's necessary

to be bringing up old shit
at a funeral.

- I'm just saying
that's how I know you.

You were sleeping
with his wife.

That's the only context
I have to put you in.

- Okay, cool. So what?

You just sit around
talking about old shit all day?

- You started talking to me.
- Okay--

- Did I say anything to you?
No.

- I'm done now. I'm done.

- All right.
Well, good job, homewrecker.

- What the--
- Excuse me.

Hi.
I'd, uh...

I'd like to thank everyone
for coming.

I know my dad was a lot.

A lot of anger,
a lot of yelling,

a lot of saying
the word fuck or shit.

Or when he was really mad,

he loved to call people
dickless skunks.

He called you that.

- But you know,
there was a lot of good

that came with my dad as well.

A lot of laughter,

a lot of learning,

and most importantly,

there were always a lot...

of surprises!

- Oh!
That's right, motherfuckers!

You can't get rid of me
that easy.

Whoo!
- Oh!

- We did it again!
- We prayed him back to life!

Let's go!

What is happening?

Jesus!

- Brock is alive!
He has risen!

- Thank you for coming.

Thank you.
Thanks for coming, man.

Whoa!

Whoa.

Oh, bring it in.

You guys saved my life.

Oh.

- That was crazy.
Are you all right?

- Fuck no. No.
My eyeball got vaporized.

Just, pfft, yeah.

But that bullet gave me
some other powers.

You know, I'm like
a fucking superhero now.

- What kind of powers?
Do you have enhanced hearing?

- What? Fuck that shit.

I'm rich now, which is
the greatest fucking superpower

of all,
you know what I'm saying?

I made tens of thousands
of dollars

when I uploaded that video
of me getting shot.

It's been viewed
over 15 million times.

- Damn.
- Yeah. I don't know.

People just love to see
all that blood spraying

out the back of my head--
I'm a worldwide sensation.

In fact, some chick
in Indonesia, she DM'd me.

She asked me to get married.

- And what did you tell her?
- I said, "Fuck no."

You know,
it's probably some dude

living in his mom's basement
in Toronto,

jerking it to the idea of
sticking his cock in my socket.

- Oh, God.
- And I told him

that, you know,
I'm already taken.

Got my little
strawberry shortcake here.

American dream, guys.
American dream.

- Getting shot in the face.
- Getting shot in the face.

That's right.
I cracked the code.

Oh, hey, guess who was
in the hospital when I woke up?

The guys from Rawboned.com.
I got a sponsor.

They're these pills you take
to dehydrate yourself

so you look hot for selfies.
Yeah.

In fact, the whole fake funeral
was their idea.

- Brock, we so stoked
for this vid, baby.

It's gonna pull
some huge numbers!

- That's what
I'm talking about.

That's my guy.
That's my guy now.

- Hey, since the snake hunt
is ending in two days...

- We wanted you to know

the police have
those python eggs for you.

- Yeah, um, let me guess.
You want 'em for yourself.

- Well, we actually came
to make sure Corby got them

when we thought you were dead.
- Yeah.

- But since you're not...

- And since you're doing
so well financially...

- Hey, I blackmailed you
for those eggs fair and square.

Okay? So I'ma drive down
to the police station.

I'ma take 'em for myself.

But I can't drive because
I have no depth perception.

So will you guys take me?

- Cheesy, beefy, caliente.

Cheesy, beefy, caliente.

- If you want your python eggs,
follow me.

Sorry about the chaos.
We're worried about flooding,

so we gotta empty
the evidence room,

make sure nothing
gets destroyed.

Your eggs though
should be right--

Oh, shit. He ate 'em.

- Who the fuck is this?

- Pete the pig!

- You asshole.

- Told you.

- That little pig fuck!
He ate all but six of them.

- Maybe it's karma.

Maybe you shouldn't have tried
to steal our prize money.

- Hey, you know what?
Fuck off, okay?

I wasn't gonna actually
keep the eggs from you.

I was gonna give 'em to you
as a surprise on camera.

Check this out.

Hey, boys!
Come out, come on.

This is my crew.

Viral philanthropy.
It's huge on YouTube.

You know,
you give cash to strangers

or Yeezys to teachers.

See the one
with the homeless guy

where they're giving him
the Apple Watch?

- No.

- He didn't actually want it.
Got pretty violent.

But look, the point is this.

This video was gonna
be life-affirming as shit.

A creator finally makes it,
giving back.

Yeah, fuck it.

Just 'cause
I don't have the eggs

doesn't mean
I can't give you this.

- That's $20,000.

- What?
- Yeah.

From the Rawboned guys,
for the funeral.

We were gonna get a fire rig
for the casket

to make it look like I was
literally coming up from hell,

but couldn't get it
shipped out in time.

- Wait.
Are you serious right now?

- This is fake, right?
This is for a video.

- Fuck no,
it's not for a video.

Guys, last week, I--
I thought I was gonna die.

I mean, I was on that table.

All I could think about
was my son, you know?

And just how much I--

I didn't want Corby
to grow up to be like me.

I've walked this Earth
for 42 years.

I can't think of a single
person whose life is better

because they met me.

This is my chance
to make that right.

I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

Thank you
doesn't seem like enough.

- Thank you is all I need.

Fucking love you, man.

- Love you, brother.

- Definitely gonna need
to go again.

- What?

- I said we're definitely
gonna need to go again.

Guys, I want you
to bring it in a little closer.

Okay?
Get the intimacy here.

Okay, hey,
I need the envelope back.

- I thought you said
this wasn't a video.

- Of course it's for a video.
Okay?

I mean,
I meant everything I said,

and of course
you can keep the money,

but I gotta do numbers
on this one

'cause, you know,
I'm losing a lot of cash.

And hey, not just a thank you.
You know, like, come on.

I need you, like,
crazy and yelling, screaming.

You know,
maybe somebody throws up.

- I can start sobbing
on demand.

- I can scream real loud.
- Let do it.

Boom!
- What?

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- This is crazy!

- Oh, my God!
- This is crazy!

- I don't know how
to thank you enough!

I wanna thank Rawboned.com.

Thank you so much.

- Oh!
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Holy shit!

- Craig!
- Jillian!

- The bank. We gotta go
to the bank right now.

- I think they might have
closed early

because of the storm.

- I will deposit this
in the ATM

120 at a time if I have to.

Come on, come on, come on.

Hey.

I know this isn't happening
'cause of Brock or Condom Carl

or Rawboned.com or any of that.

This is happening
'cause of you, Jillian Glopp.

You found the eggs.
You...

You saved me.

We should deposit this
in your account.

You should have control
over it.

- Cool.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But it should probably go in
your account since I'm not sure

I'm gonna be able to partner
with you on the farm.

- What?
What you talking about?

- I might lose my green card

and get deported
in a couple weeks.

- Jillian?

- It's because I stole
Silas' pill bottle,

which was
a drug-related offense.

- Do you have a lawyer?
What's your lawyer say?

- Yep. She says she can
take care of this no problem.

- Okay, great.
That's great. Very great.

Except I can't afford her.

- But don't worry.
I'm gonna represent myself.

To prepare, I've been watching
a lot of that show "Suits"

through the window of a house
I park my car in front of.

I can't hear the dialogue,

but I've picked up some
very powerful hand gestures.

I am pointing.
I am pointing.

Now I am crossing my arms.

- Jesus.
Why didn't you tell me?

- You've been busy.
And I don't know.

Maybe I'll be happier.
I mean, I live in a billboard.

How much worse can my life get?

At least in Australia,
they have free health care.

- But you wanna stay, right?

- I mean,

it was my father's dream
to make it in America.

And being here and trying
to follow in his footsteps,

it's really the only thing
that lets me still feel

connected to him,

or connected to anything.

Without that,

I really think
I'd just be floating in space.

- Damn.

- No.

- Yeah.
This is more important.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can, Jillian.

Okay? It's yours.

Take it, pay the lawyer,
and come to Camille's after.

I'm not letting you ride out
a hurricane in a billboard.

You okay? What are you doing?

- I'm trying to give you a hug,
but the seatbelt's locked up.

It'll release in a second.

- You know,
you can just unbuckle it.

Oh, right.

- Man, that shit is foolish.

- She's a friend,
plus it's her money, Zay.

- I mean, dude handed
the envelope to you.

That's your problem.

You're always trying
to look out for everybody else.

You know,
what you even doing here

helping me put up plywood,
anyway?

- You called
and asked me to come.

- Yeah, well, it's fucked up
that you said yes.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

I love that your dumb ass
is the way it is.

But ain't nothing in this
for you.

You know I ordered delivery

and didn't even ask you
if you wanted anything?

- What kind of delivery?
- Islas Canarias.

- What?

- While you was working,
I got croquetas.

- Damn!
- Mm-hmm.

- Doing the right thing
is never a mistake.

I believe in karma.
- Karma.

- All I know is the one time
I was gonna break the rules,

the one time,

the fucking putt putt
immediately went up in flames.

Lake on fire and everything.
Bible shit.

So if that's not the universe
sending me a message,

what is it?

- Just a random fucking event,
Craig.

I mean, thousands of folks

gonna lose they homes
in this hurricane.

You think they did anything
to deserve this shit?

- No.
- What about every other person

who entered the python
challenge and didn't win?

Are they bad people?
- No.

- What about Nemo's mom
in "Finding Nemo"?

You think she got
what was coming to her?

- We don't know what Nemo's mom
did before the movie started.

We don't know how she was.

- If that's what you got
to tell yourself.

- Nemo's mom
was a computer fish.

What are we even talking about?

- Why you think
the pythons take over, hm?

It's because they--
they're good,

or it's God's will,

or it's because they big
and they mean,

and they don't give a fuck
about anyone else?

- I think there are complex
biological factors at play--

- It's because they don't give
a fuck about anyone.

That's who wins.
That's how the world works.

- That's not how
the world works.

The world is not all snakes.

- Yes.
Yes, it is.

Ain't nothing but snakes
all the way down.

- Or maybe that's just
something you made up

so you can have an excuse
to act like a selfish asshole.

At the end of the day,
I have Nessa.

I have Camille.
I have Jillian.

None of them are snakes,
by the way.

But who do you have?
Let's play a little game.

Who does Isaiah have
on his squad?

Uh, Dame?
Rodney Lamonca?

You have nobody.

You all alone out here, Isaiah.

So please don't tell me
about your grand theory

of how the world works
because--

- Camille's moving, you know.
To Oakland.

- What?

- She's taking Vanessa.

No, she's not.
That's bullshit.

- She texted me because
my boy Drew ships cars

all across the country
and she wanted his number.

I promised her that
I wouldn't say anything to you,

but then it really helped me
win this argument.

- What the fuck?

- I don't understand
what's happening.

- We already went through this
two weeks ago,

with dumbfuck Marco
and dumbfuck Columbus, Ohio.

Remember?
You chose me over him.

- So you want to move
to California?

- You wanna take my daughter
14,000 miles away from me?

Or a thousand miles, or--

I don't know the distance.
How far is Oakland?

- A good life involves her dad.

I can help you.

- That's not true.

- Yes, there is.
I almost had it today.

- I promise you.
I can do this.

- I can fucking do this!

- Dad?

- It's okay, baby.

It's just the power.

- I gave the money
to the lawyer.

They were closed,
but they sent someone

through the storm
to take my deposit.

Lawyers love money.
"Suits" was right.

- Yeah, okay. Good.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

Can I borrow your car?

- Right now? Why?

- 'Cause.

I'm going snake hunting.

- I mean, you said that
very dramatically,

and it was definitely cool,

but there's a hurricane
right now.

I really don't think
you should be going out there.

Craig!

If you're going, I'm going.

- It's okay.
You don't have to.

- Craig, we're partners.

Now, as someone
who's often winging it,

I find the lack of forethought
here exhilarating.

But also, what is the plan?

- We're at fifth place,
25 feet of snake out of first.

The six eggs from
the grack sack gets us 12,

so we just need to find a 13
footer before the contest ends.

- Right. That makes sense.

Smart.

The only tiny little problem
I see

is the life-threatening
winds and rain.

- It's actually great
because it means

nobody else will be out hunting
in this weather.

- Right. Totally.

This is great.

Craig, slow down!
- Oh, it's fuckin'--

Look out!

The billboard
keeps catching the wind.

It's gonna pull us
off the road.

- I mean,

I guess we could always
just turn around and go home.

- We're not turning around!

This is gonna work out.

The universe will provide.
I promise.

Fuck it.
I'm going out there.

- Oh, my God!

This is crazy!
It's pitch black!

We're never gonna
find anything out here!

- We'll find something,
Jillian!

We have to!

- I can't see anything!
Can you see anything?

It's so fucking dark, Craig!

Well, we gave it a go,
and that's what matters!

We can probably go home now!

Oh, my God!

There's nothing out here!

Craig, I wanna believe in you,

but I don't think the universe
is gonna send us a--

oh, shit.

Is that the snake
that ate Noah?

- Yep, that's him.

What you think?

16 footer?

- You don't have to do this.
What about Isaiah?

- Nothing but snakes,
all the way down.

- What is this?

- That, my friend, is $20,000.

- Zay, it's me. Listen.

- You gonna want to run.

- Not a doctor. Shh.