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FRANK: Have you ever woken up
from a dream so real

that for a moment,

you can't remember
where you are?

This is a lot like that.

[♪♪♪]

I can remember
back when I was in college,

me and my buddy, Joel,

we signed up to participate
in a scientific study.

They had this crazy new drug
that they believed

recreated what happens
in your brain when you die.

They hypothesized that your
brain releases these chemicals

as a way of easing
the pain of death.

Kinda like little
psychedelic airbags

cushioning your plunge
into the great unknown.

As I sat there waiting for them
to bring me my first dose,

I learnt something
very important about myself.

Turns out,
I am terrified of dying.

[Frank chuckles]

But my buddy, Joel,
well, he needed the money.

I caught up with him
a few days later

and he seemed different.

I asked him what happened

and he just looked at me
and said,

"Reality is a choice, man."

[Frank chuckles]

I remember thinking
at the time

that he'd lost his mind,

but now I think I'm finally
starting to understand

what he meant.

And I think
it will all become clear

just as soon as
I find my wallet.

[♪♪♪]

[typing]

[beep]

[dialing]

[ringing]

[Frank clears throat]

RALPH: Go for Ralph.
- Ralph, buddy, hey.
Did you read the breakdown?

RALPH: Yeah,
I'm looking at it now.

- Yeah. Looks pretty
ultimate shot, right?

RALPH: This is pretty fucking
exciting.

Holy shit!
- That's, that is great.

RALPH: If these numbers
are correct,

you just blew up
this quarter's earnings, buddy.

I cannot wait
to show this to Jonas--

- Actually, Ralph,
if it's all the same,

I'd kinda like to
present it myself.

RALPH: Oh. [laughter]

- You know,
get some facetime with Jonas.

RALPH: I bet you would,
you little cocksucker.

[Ralph laughs]

All right, all right.
Fine. You earned it.

The meeting starts at 9:30.

- Yes!
9:30 tomorrow works great.

RALPH: The executive
conference room upstairs.

- Conference room,
no problem.

RALPH: Don't be late, Frank.
- Yeah, yeah.

RALPH: Frankie, this is huge!

- I know it's huge, buddy.
That's why you hired me, right?

RALPH: Goddamn right!
I'm glad you're on my team.

- Okay, me too.
I'll see you tomorrow.

- Good news?
FRANK: The best.

[Frank laughs]

- About time.
How long has it been?

- Sixteen years.

- You've only been here six.

- Not counting the ten
I spent at Newman.

That's more than
a third of my life

leading up to this moment
right here.

Finally.
- [Jeff chuckles]

- The Warren Claim.

I thought this was
a simple payout.

FRANK: Yeah. Well...

you dig a little deeper
and you find all kinds of stuff.

- You found a discrepancy.

- I found
a misrepresentation.

JEFF: And it kills it?

- Deader
than the policy holder.

Read it.
- Yeah, good catch.

Fire Lieutenant Warren,
38 Union po--, holy shit!

That's one hell of a payout.

- Right?
- Three dependents.

- Yeah. Well, they're
all dependents, Jeff.

- [scoffs] I know.

I mean. [snorts]

[Frank sighs]

Look at you glowing. [laughs]

We should celebrate.
Let's go out.

- No celebrating for me.

I'm presenting to the board
tomorrow.

- We should do this.
Tomorrow's a big day

and you've earned
a little reward.

Come on, man.

You're supposed to be
showing me how it's done.

- I can't.
- Why?

- It's Tuesday.

- And?

- And you know Cheryl
usually hits the gym,

picks up some Chinese food
and...

- You see,
I don't understand that

about you married people, man.

- What?

- It's a little specific
for an evening with no plans,

you know?

- Okay.
Jeff, get to the point.

- We should go out.
We should be partying right now.

[Frank sighs]
- You should be celebrating.

- It's Tuesday!
- It's booze-day.

- That's not a thing.

- It's gonna be a thing.
We're gonna make it a thing.

It's gonna be our thing,

but, but only if we seize this
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

- Tuesday.

- Today. Today is fresh
and full of promise!

- Jeff, listen.
I really, I do.

I appreciate the offer,

but I, I gotta have my head
above me tomorrow.

It's a big day.
Also, there's no way

Cheryl's gonna let me
out of the house.

- Lie to her.

- What?

- Tell her you're working
the Warren file

and you gotta be here late.

- I'm not gonna start lying
to my wife, okay?

- Start lying?

Shit! Fuck, dude.

I must've sounded like
an insensitive asshole

to assume that you,
a fucking lawyer,

would ever bend the truth
for the greater good.

- Yeah, what greater good
are we talking about here?

- Adventure, kind sir.

- Okay.

- Adventure.

[♪♪♪]

- Yeah, I'm gonna pass.
[glass clinks]

- Mother--

WOMAN 1 [on TV]: Who is it?

WOMAN 2 [on TV]: Well, the agent
over at [indistinct]

who actually handles
the person's account,

called me back personally
to tell me

that the insured driver,
you know?

You told me the same...

- No ice.
The glass is dry.

- Yeah?

So you're drinking
during the week now?

- I'm celebrating.

- Oh!
Speaking of celebrating,

I'm gonna go with Tammy tomorrow

to get a new dress
for the wedding.

- Tomorrow?

- Mh-mm, and I want to use
the gold card.

- You can't.

[Frank clears throat]
CHERYL: Why not?

- I gotta use it to pay
the mortgage on Friday.

- But I, I thought
we were gonna use

your overtime check from
last month to pay the mortgage.

- Well, we were,

but then we went to Hot Springs
with your sister.

- I thought we used
the gold card for that.

- No, the payment
for the gold card was late

so it wasn't processed in time,
so I used the mortgage money.

Now, I gotta use the gold card
to pay the mortgage.

- Okay. Well, I need
a new dress for the wedding.

[Frank scoffs]

- What's wrong with
the dresses you have?

- What was wrong with
the TV you had?

- This one's got 4K.

- What the fuck is 4K?

- It's, it makes,
it just makes it better.

- Yeah. I'm gonna get
a new dress tomorrow.

- Fine. I'll call the bank

and have 'em
push the payment off

to the end of the month,
so you can use the gold card.

- Thank you.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- It's 9:30.

- Well, I'm tired.

And can you remember
to take the dog out?

Oh, and put a sweater on.
It's cold.

- I'll be okay.

- It's not for you.

[Frank sighs]

[Frank sighs]

[insects chirping]

[Frank sighs]

[insects chirping]

- Oh, come on.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[Frank sighs]

[loud rock music
playing on car radio]

[dialing]

[ringing]

Jeff, hey, man. Uhh...
about that adventure...

[loud party music]

[man retching]

[laughter]
- Oh my God!

- Jeff, oh.

Oh, so this is where I play?

Oh God!
- Oh, come on.

- Oh boy.
- Yes! Yes!

[Jeff laughs]

- This is an adventure?

- No, this is where
adventure begins.

- This is where
Hepatitis begins.

- My friend, true adventure
rarely comes freshly scrubbed.

Sometimes, you gotta
get your hands dirty.

[car horn honking]

Jesus!

[♪♪♪]

MUSICIAN: Hey motherfuckers,
how's it going tonight?

- What the fuck you doing?

[♪♪♪]

- Yeah. Come on, bud.
Hurry up.

I gotta introduce you.

- Hey,
I was looking for you.

I couldn't find you.

- I'm gonna introduce you
to our new friends.

This is Terry and Nat.

- It's Theresa.

- Natalie.
- Oh. That's good.

- That's what I...
- I'm...

- That's what I meant.
- I'm Frank.

[♪♪♪]

I'm sorry...
- Shots! Shots! Shots!

New friends require shots.

Uhh, Frank, you have to do two
and catch up to us

'cause we've--
we've been busy.

- Oh, yeah?
Sorry I'm late to the party.

- Hey, you can have mine.
I still have my drink.

[Frank chuckles]
JEFF: One more.

All the way! Yeah!

Now that is done,

I'm gonna go get us
another round of drinks.

Frank, what's your poison?
- Ahh, whiskey, rocks.

- Whiskey, rocks.

- I'll have the same, please.
- Okay.

- I'll come with you.

Red should keep something
special for me behind the bar.

- Ah, that sounds intriguing.

- Uh-huh.

JEFF: Can I have a sip?

- Well, I don't know.

It's generally considered
a drink for me.

[laughter]

[Jeff sighs]

- I like her.

Yes!

MUSICIAN: Next band on stage
for sound check.

[Frank sighs]

[Frank sighs]

[indistinct]

[Frank chuckles]

- So?

- So?

- What do you do?

- Uh, I'm an attorney.

[Frank clears throat]

- An attorney?
- Yeah.

- What are you?
Like a public defender?

Or are you part of
one of those cold,

faceless, corporate firms

with a name like
Reginald, Richter and Satan?

[Frank chuckles]

- Cold, corporate,
faceless guy, all the way.

- Really?

- Oh yeah.

- That's kinda fascinating.

What kinda law?

- Corporate law, mostly.

Uh, real estate, banks, uh,
life insurance policies,

foreclosures, bankruptcies,
stuff like that.

Really sexy.

- So, you put people
out of their homes?

- No, I don't do that, per se.

Uh, my experience is that people

usually put themselves
out of their own homes.

- Yeah. All those people,
total idiots.

[Frank laughs]

- There are outside
influences, yes.

But the key ingredient was

people over-leveraging
their finances;

taking unusually high risks.

- So, you're saying
they got what they deserved?

- I'm saying you shouldn't
mortgage your home

to buy a flat screen TV;

no matter what the "suggested"
value of the home is.

- Hmm.

I can't tell if you're
trying to convince me

or yourself.

- I can't tell
if it really matters to you.

- Okay.

Your opinion's totally fucked,
but hey, at least you have one.

- Thanks.

- Most guys
are just parroting

whatever bullshit their
Berkeley professors told them.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.
This is almost refreshing.

I could use a little cynicism
towards humanity.

- [chuckles]
So glad I could help.

- You're completely wrong
though.

And if I thought for a second

you actually believed
any of that shit,

I'd probably throw my drink
in your face.

- I think that'd be
a waste of good whiskey.

- It'd be a waste
of cheap whiskey.

I gotta watch my finances.

I've got my eye
on this new flat screen TV.

- Oh, yeah.

I hear the new 4K
is a real something.

[phone ringing]

[♪♪♪]

- You got somebody
waiting for you?

- Got your drinks!
I have returned with your...

- Well, thank you.
- Drinks.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

- What do I owe you?
- Nothing.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah.

What were you talking about?
MUSICIAN: Check, check.

- Frank here
was just explaining to me

the risks of indulgence.

- Ah, his usual
sexy, bedroom talk.

- No. I'll have you know

that I take plenty of risks
all the time.

- He does. He does.

- Oh. Hey, shut up.

I'm out on a Tuesday.
- Wow!

- Wow!
- Out on a Tuesday!

- Okay.
- All right, Vince Neil.

Don't party too hard.

NATALIE: Who's Vince Neil?

- Who's Vince Neil!
- Very funny.

Okay. In my defense,

she was asking me questions
and I was answering them.

And I think my answers
were working, were they not?

- Eh.

[laughter]

- Ah, I'm bored.
I know a party.

Who's in?

- You're...
- All right. Let's go!

- What are we doing?
- All right. Let's go.

- Two, three, four...

[♪♪♪]

- Oh, thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Gosh.

I feel like I'm plain
overdressed.

- You look great.

- Yeah.

I feel like people
keep looking at me weird.

- Oh, they're just wondering
why I brought my dad.

[Frank laughs]

- Where's Jeff and Natalie?

- I don't know.

I think they went upstairs.

There's a guy.

- Oh! Whoa!

Wow. [chuckles]

I haven't done that in years.

- Do you want to?

- Yeah.

- I mean it's, it's cool
if it's not your thing.

Don't worry.
- Oh no. It's not that.

Like I said, I used to.

I used to do it all the time
back in the day at my old job,

but it's actually been a while.

Yeah, let's do it.
Thumbs up. Whatever.

- Okay. Cool.

- Hey, you mind
if we find someplace

where we can sit and talk?

Just getting pushed around
a lot in here.

- Yeah. I think I found
some seats in that back room.

Wanna grab one?
- Yeah, let's go.

- Well, yeah.
I gotta go to the bathroom,

but I'll meet you there.

- Oh.

[♪♪♪]

Shit. Sorry.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, yes.

[Frank sighs]

Oh, hello.

[♪♪♪]

[Aeolus sniffs]

[Aeolus snorting]

- Do you partake, baby?

- Oh, you--
you must be the guy.

Uh, no, I'm just
waiting for a friend.

I don't usually,
but please, snort away.

[Frank chuckles]

I'm Frank. And you're--?

- Well, apparently,
I'm the guy.

- Yeah. I mean, no.

I didn't, no.
I, that's not what I meant.

- You know what?
It's all cool, man.

I have been the guy before.

I'm Aeolus.

- Oh. Nice to meet you.

- Is it?

- Uh, yeah. It is.

- So where,
where's your friend?

- Ah, friends,
friends actually.

I came with a few people.
It's funny.

I actually thought
two of them were with you.

- Are these your friends?

[Frank laughs]

- Yeah. No.

AEOLUS: So--

you're gonna have a line, baby?

- Umm...

you don't mind?

[Frank snorting]

[♪♪♪]

[Frank inhales deeply]

- You feel better?

- Yeah, much. [chuckles]

[Frank inhales deeply, sighs]

I haven't done that
in a while.

THERESA: Done what?

Oh. Guess now I'm the one
who's late to the party.

FRANK: Oh no. You know what?
It was just like a thing, sir,

but I can pay.
I'd love to buy another.

- Please,
it's not necessary.

It's like I said,
I'm not that guy.

- Oh.

- That's very generous.
- It's not just for you.

This man here has to relax.

- [chuckles] Snorting lines
of coke is a good way to relax?

- You know what?

You're not wrong.

Now, I have something
very special for you.

It's going to help you
with your struggles.

- [exhales] The only thing
I'm struggling with

is how fucking awesome
I feel right now.

- No, you're not.
Don't you kid yourself, boy.

You're struggling.

This here is enough
for both of you.

- What is it?

- It's a hallucinogenic.

- Like mushrooms?

Have you done mushrooms?

- Yeah.

- Me too.

- Yeah, something like that.

[sizzling]

Look, we're all on it.

[♪♪♪]

- Okay.

I'm in.

What have I got to lose?

- Phew! Yeah. [sniff]

Yeah, we can try it if you want,

but I-I just did a line
so I'm like, I'm bullet-proof.

I'm good.

- Oh, you still feel nervous?

But if you're nervous,

I'm more than happy to do it
with the young lady.

- How do we take it?

- Well, the giver
puts the tiniest of drops

on the tip of their tongue
and then kisses the receiver.

And when their tongues meet,
so do they.

[♪♪♪]

- I'm in.

- You are?

- Yeah. I'm in.
Let's do this.

Take a, take a risk.

- So, who's going first?

THERESA: I will.

- Come here, beautiful.

[♪♪♪]

Remember, keep it
at the tip of your tongue.

[♪♪♪]

Well, my, my, my!

That wasn't so bad now, was it?

You know what?

That's gonna help you
find your way.

[phone buzzing]

FRANK: Oh, fuck.

- What?

- Oh, it's just later
than I thought it was.

How long until this stuff
is supposed to kick in?

- It's gonna hit you
like a wave.

[birds chirping]

- Fuck.

What the fuck?

[Frank sniffles and sighs]

[phone ringing]

[Frank sighs]

Fuck.

Oh, God.

The fuck?

[keys rattling]

[chatter]

Hi. [chuckles]

Sorry.

Yeah, I didn't do,
I didn't do that.

I didn't do any of this.

Just so you know,
it's not my mess. I...

[homeowner speaking
in foreign language]

- No, no, no.
It's okay. I...

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I don't mean any harm.

I just...

I need to borrow a cell phone.

Yes, thank you.

- Hello? Police?

[homeowner speaking
in foreign language]

[dog barking]

[Frank panting]

- Friend of the [indistinct].

[Frank panting]

[sirens blaring]

[Frank panting]

Hey! Hey!

Hey, can you take me to
Palm and Gregory, please?

- The Hills?
- Yeah.

- Do you have any idea
where you are?

- Ah! I really don't.

- Listen, friend,
for a ride that long,

you have to pay in advance.

- Son of a bitch!
- Excuse me?

- No, no, no.
Sorry, not you.

I just, I just realized
he took my fucking wallet.

- Oh, fuck's sake.
- No, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Listen, listen, listen.
Please, please.

You're not gonna believe this,

but I swear to God
I'm not lying.

I was just drugged
and robbed, okay?

I just woke up
in a strange house,

I have no idea where I am,
I have no idea how to get home.

My phone is dead.
No way of calling for help.

In an hour and a half,

I have the biggest meeting
of my life.

I will lose my job
if I'm not there in an hour.

You can leave me here
if you want to.

I understand.
I'd probably do the same thing,

but just know that you are
leaving behind a man

who desperately
needs your help.

A man who can pay you double

as soon as
you take him to his house.

Come on, man.

What would Jesus do?

- Well, I believe Jesus
would charge your dumb ass

a triple fare.
- Yes. Yes!

Okay.
That's, that's a deal.

Thank you. Great.
Great. [relieved sigh]

[♪♪♪]

[cab driver clears throat]

- That'd be 115 dollars.

[Frank sighs]
- Times three.

- Great.
Wait right here.

I'll be right back.
[panting] Okay. Okay.

[door lock key beeping]

[door alarm blaring] -
Oh fuck! Cheryl?

Cheryl honey,
the chain is on the door.

[alarm blaring continuously]

Cheryl,
can you open the door, please?

[door lock key beeping]

- Where have you been?
- Sorry. Hey.

- Do you have any idea
what time it is?

- Yeah.
I honestly don't.

I only know
that I'm seriously late

for a very important meeting.

CHERYL: Hey. Well, I've been
trying to call you, Frank!

- My phone's been dead
for hours.

Do you have any money?

- What?
- Money! Do you have some?

- I, I think there might be
some in my purse.

- Purse. Okay.

CHERYL: Frank! You're not even
gonna tell me what's going on?

You know, this is ridiculous.

I was up all night
waiting for you.

I mean, come on!

- Fuck!
- Frank! What is...

- Do you have any more?
Do you have any more?

- No.
- Shit!

Fuck. [panting]

So, look, I promise you
I'm not trying to short you.

I only have 296 dollars
in the house.

I genuinely thought
there was more,

but this is, it's all I have.

[panting] Please?
For the church.

- It's not good karma
to shortchange a church, baby.

Not after the night you had.

- What?
What did you call me?

- Don't worry about it.

I'll let a man in need
slide on his debt,

but you better get yourself
in order.

You got a big day ahead of you.

- All right.
- Don't wanna be late.

- So, do you wanna tell me
what happened now?

- [sighs] Oh Jesus!

- Frank!
You answer me this instant!

- Oh, I don't know, Cheryl.

Some, you know,
I got called in late to work,

like I told you,
and I was about to leave,

and Jeff is like, "Oh, we should
get a bite to eat."

And I was fucking starving so...

CHERYL: Wait! Jeff Ward?
- I went.

CHERYL: The Jeff that broke up
with Marsha two months ago?

- Who's Marsha?
CHERYL: Marsha! Come on!

My friend from Book Club.

She went to the Christmas party
and your friend, Jeff,

asked me to introduce him
to her, said she looked tasty.

So, then they dated
and he wouldn't commit.

So, she went over there
to confront him

and he was with another woman.

And then he goes, "Oh, well,
we were never really together."

That Jeff!
- Yeah, that Jeff.

Where's the dry-cleaning?
- It's in the laundry room.

- [sighs]
Anyway, that Jeff and I,

we go to a bar
with some of his friends.

He meets them there
and they're all drinking.

And they drag me,
because he was my ride,

dragged me
to this fucking party.

CHERYL: Oh, a party?

And you couldn't call me
and just like invite me?

- Well, Cheryl, I told you,
my phone was dead.

Besides, it was really late

and I didn't
want to be there, okay?

So, I'm at this thing,
I'm miserable and alone

and the last thing I remember

was how much
I didn't wanna be there.

So next thing I know,
I'm waking up

and I'm in a fucking empty house
and my goddamn wallet's gone.

- Oh, so you got so drunk,
you just passed out?

FRANK:
What! No, Cheryl.

This is what I'm saying,
I was drugged.

Whoa! Whoa!

- You son of a bitch!
You're cheating on me.

- What! Babe!
Hold on! Calm down!

- Oh, so you're gonna tell me
you weren't with another woman?

'Cause I can smell the bitch
on your fucking clothes!

FRANK:
Wait, wait, wait. Cheryl.

Cheryl, I can explain.
Cheryl, oh my God!

[♪♪♪]

[phone ringing]

[Frank panting]

- Frank? Oh, thank God.

You almost missed
your big day, baby. [laughs]

You're needed in the
conference room like right now.

- Oh.
- Coffee?

[Frank spits]

- Hey, what, what,
what happened last night?

- I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

You disappeared.

I assumed you were having
an adventure. [chuckles]

Warren file. Move.

Knock 'em dead, baby.
- What?

- Go. [smack] Go! Go!

Don't make me hit it
one more time.

FRANK: [sighs]
What? What? What?

Oh, yeah. Shit.

- You know what?
I don't wanna do that.

You do that.
You got some shit right here.

- Oh, right.

- You're ready?
- Yes.

- All right. Here we go.
Knock 'em dead, baby.

One, two...

HARRIS: ...GDP this quarter
and the trend is...

- Glad you could join us, Frank.

- Sorry, I...
- It's fine.

Harris is finished anyway.

- Sure, it's fine.

- Good. Now that we're all
gathered, you begin.

Barney?

Barney, scoot that easel.

Now Frank, I believe
you were gonna explain

why you kept us waiting.

- Yes, of course.

I, I am so sorry again
that I was late.

I was mugged.

- Oh, shit.

- You okay?
- I'm okay. Yeah.

- Where did it happen?
Was it here?

In the parking lot?

- No, no. It...
RALPH: Isn't that just the way?

It doesn't matter what you do.

You give 'em a dollar
anytime they ask for one,

but it doesn't matter.

They want your fucking blood.

- Who wants blood?
- You know what? Poor people.

- Barney, you work
for the building.

Are they ever gonna fix
the cameras in the parking area?

SARAH: The cameras don't work
in the parking area?

What if something happened?

What if someone broke into
my car and murdered me?

JONAS: People, [indistinct].

All that matters is,
Frank's okay.

He's here with us now.

Frank?
- I'm fine.

I'm a little shaken,
obviously, but I'm fine.

- Sarah?

- Yeah. Yeah, we were just
going to go over new business,

specifically this file
that you flagged for review.

"Firefighter died in his home
of a heart attack,"

the Warren file.

- Seems pretty
cut and dry to me.

He was up on his payments.
This is a payout.

RALPH: Yeah, but Frank here
reported again

something very interesting,
so please elaborate on that.

- Yes, Ralph. Of course.

So, it seems
that four years ago,

Fire Lieutenant Warren
was a patient of Dr. Klein's

in Glendale.

It seems that Dr. Klein
had put Mr. Warren

on a low-grade heart medicine
to combat a slight murmur

that had shown up
on Mr. Warren's EKGs.

- There's nothing in his file

about a pre-existing
heart condition.

- What year
did he make this diagnosis?

- It was 2004,
but we got the policy in 2001.

- If it wasn't
a pre-existing condition,

then it doesn't change anything.

We still have to cash out
the policy to his family.

- Agreed.
Seems like a waste of time.

- Duh! Frank?

- Yeah. Well, kind of.

I mean it, it is.
Oh, thank you.

So, the doctor
diagnosed the problem,

but it seems that the medication
that he put Mr. Warren on

made him sick.

- What do you mean?

- In this report
from later in 2004,

just a couple months after
the initial diagnosis,

the medication made Mr. Warren
dizzy and nauseous.

It made it impossible for him
to do his job, or difficult.

- Are you saying the doctor
took him off the medicine?

FRANK: No, not exactly.

- Here it comes.
- The doctor, he acknowledged

that the medicine
made Mr. Warren ill.

But in his report,

he also advised against
coming off the medicine.

Mr. Warren took himself off
the medicine to keep his job.

- That's a very interesting
piece of information

you uncovered, Frank.

Seems that the client
had a very important diagnosis

ten years ago.

And it seems that the client
made a choice to ignore

the strict instruction
of his medical professionals

and has very knowingly
brought upon himself

his own personal
untimely demise.

It would appear
for all intents and purposes

that Mr. Warren
has committed suicide

and our life insurance policies
do not cover suicide.

[smash]

- I don't know if we can
use the term "suicide..."

SARAH: Suicide, suicide...

- But I believe,
for all intents and purposes,

this is a willful dissolution
of personal policy.

- Oh my God.

- You all right?

SARAH: Frank, this is huge.

You're a genius,
for Christ's sake.

The payout was almost
four million.

The only thing
we'll have to return

is a portion
of his contribution,

and to [indistinct]
this table right now.

[crashing]

RALPH: That's a true sentence.

We can make the case
that he was hiding information

with intent of committing fraud
after he died.

We won't have to pay back
a fucking cent.

SARAH: It's true.

JONAS: We'll bury them
in paperwork.

RALPH:
We'll show these cunts

we don't take them
ruining our company lightly.

I don't care if he's got
ten fucking kids.

- They all have dependents!

- Thanks to you,
they won't see a penny.

Fuck me on this application,
Frank.

I'm ready for you.

- It's a good thing you caught
this when you did, Frank.

You need to get on that table
and plow Sarah's pussy.

- Yeah, Frank!

Fuck Sarah with
your semi-erect cock.

Ram it in if you have to.

Don't wanna fuck Sarah?
Fuck Ralph instead.

Make him your prison bitch.
It doesn't matter.

It's this family's lives
we're destroying.

The [indistinct]
doesn't matter.

All that matters, Frank...
[laughs]

is that we keep the money.

We keep the money!

[laughter]

This is your big day.

Time for you to step forward
and accept your reward.

God knows you earned it.

[Frank retching]

[Frank panting]

- Hey, man. You okay?

You crashed out of that meeting
like a crazy person.

- Something's wrong
with me, man.

- Oh.

- Something happened
at the party last night.

- You're hung-over.
It happens.

- No, it's not that.

I, there was this guy there,
this, this weird old guy.

He gave me something,
like some, some kind of drug.

- You fucking crazy?

You took drugs
from a complete stranger?

You're lucky he didn't
roofie and rape you.

- Well, that's it.
I don't know what happened.

I don't know what he gave me.

I just know that it's like,
it's still happening.

I'm like,
I'm tripping, man.

I'm, I keep seeing shit
and hearing shit.

Shit that isn't there,
but like, but it, but it is.

- Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay.

Do you remember what time
you took the drug?

- It was late.

It was like, it was like
4:00 or something.

- Okay. So that was
about eight hours ago.

This is good, this is good

because if he slipped you LSD,

you'll be tripping
for like another four hours.

This is natural.

- This is not natural.
Believe me.

- Just need to get you
to a safe place

so you can calm down.

You know what?
I'll take you home.

- No, no, no. My wife's home.
- Yeah. And?

- And she's not exactly
having a pleasant response

about me not coming home
last night

especially since it involved

going to a party
with a strange woman

and maybe getting
fucking roofied.

Theresa, what about her?
Did you see her leave?

- I hooked up with
that Natalie chick, man.

I lost both of you
at the party.

- What if, what if
the drug was for her?

What if he wanted her?

- Who?

- Oh shit.
The, the fucking old guy.

What if he was
after her all along?

- Ah, Frank. You sound
so paranoid right now.

- Yeah. Well, you didn't see
what I just saw

in that conference room, Jeff.

You know how I know?
'Cause if you had,

you would not be talking to me
about fucking paranoid.

- Okay. Okay.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
but you've got to calm down.

[Frank sighs]

HELEN: Mr. Winters,
your wife's on line three.

- Okay.
HELEN: She says it's important.

- Yeah, I'll take it
in the office. I, I...

[phone beeping]

- [on phone]:
Cheryl, sweetie...

CHERYL [on phone]:
Don't Cheryl, sweetie me,

you son of a bitch!

Was she worth it?

- [on phone]: What are you,
what are you talking about?

CHERYL [on phone]:
Was she worth it, Frank!

The gold card was declined.
I called the bank.

We're overdrawn
in every account;

every fucking dime.

The savings,
all of our cards, everything,

so I hope you had fun with
your little whore last night

because she has
robbed you blind.

[Frank sighs]
- Everything okay, buddy?

- No. No, Jeff.
Everything is not okay.

I just, I just found out
that whoever has my wallet

has stolen my entire
fucking life.

- We need to call the cops.

- Hm, I can't.
- Why?

- I don't need
everyone around here

knowing that I'm running
a drug-fueled bender

the night before
the biggest professional day...

- Okay.
- ...of my fucking life.

JONAS:
Feeling better, Frank?

- Oh, yes sir! Yes.
All better, thank you.

- Yeah. You still look
a little pale to me.

Why don't you take
the rest of the day off?

Go home,
try and get healthy.

- Sounds good. Thank you.

But my car...
- Oh, right. Right.

You were, you were mugged.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, Jake here
can give you a ride.

Won't you, Jake?

- Yeah. I'm Jake.

Yes. I can, I can,
I can take you home.

- Okay good, thank you.
- Okay. Sir, my name is Jeff.

- Feel better, Frank.

Oh, and if you need to take
an extra couple days, you know,

to get over this, no problem.

Take what you need.

- That's very generous of you.

[Jonas sighs]

- God knows you earned it.

- We need to find
the guy from the party

and we need to find him
right fucking now.

- How are we gonna do that?

We don't know
who threw the party.

[Frank grunts]

- The girls,
we need to find those girls.

- All right. I got it.

[♪♪♪]

- Hey, it's you.

Got a dollar, man?
[laughter]

- I, I really don't actually.

Someone stole my wallet.

- Yeah. That sucks.

Someone stole my wallet too.

- Oh, that must be pretty tough.

- Don't sweat it.

I'm good. Yep.

You just hang in there
and if you're lucky,

you'll end up like me.

[laughter]

Hey, you want
another smoke, baby?

- What'd you say?

- I offered you a smoke.

- Yeah. Sorry.
Yeah, thank you.

Sorry. You're like the fifth
person to call me that today.

- Probably won't be the last.

You're having a big day.

See you tomorrow.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Was she there?
- No, no. What the hell?

You're smoking now, man?

- What about
that bartender friend?

- Uh, Red, no.
He's not there either.

- Shit!
- I asked for the number.

They wouldn't give it to me,

but they said he'll be in
a little bit later.

You're welcome to wait inside.

- Yeah, no thanks.
I'm good.

- Buddy, I'm tired, man.
I barely slept last night.

If it's cool with you, I'm just
gonna take a nap in the car.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Aren't you tired?

- I'm really not, at all.

Can I use your charger?
JEFF: Knock yourself out.

Oh, come on.

- Shit.

Oh, come on. Come on.

[thud]

[sirens blaring]

- Fuck, man.

Why'd you let me sleep so long?

- I, I must've fallen asleep.

Sorry.

- Well, he should be
in there now. Come on.

- Okay.

[banging]

JEFF: Oh shit.

He's gonna lie right there,
huh, man?

[♪♪♪]

Natalie, great!
Hey, babe.

- Where is she?
- What?

Theresa? We, you, you haven't
seen her either?

- I haven't seen her since
I left her with you, asshole.

Where the fuck is she?

- Oh shit!

- We're looking
for her as well.

- Fuck!
- What do you mean, "As well?"

- Something happened
last night.

- What the fuck
did you do to my friend?

- Whoa! I did nothing.
I swear to God.

We were at the party
and there was this drug dealer.

He gave us something
and I blacked out.

When I woke up,
the party was gone,

the drug dealer was gone,
my fucking wallet was gone,

and your friend was gone.

[chuckles] Listen, lady.

Someone has just emptied
my entire fucking bank account

and I need to find out
who it was.

- Would we be here right now
if we hurt her?

- Right.
- Would we be looking for her?

- Can you please help us?

- Okay, fine.

- Okay.
- How can I help?

- Okay. So, so the guy
at the party,

the drug dealer, he's the one
that gave us the stuff.

I think he probably knows
what's going on.

- Yeah. So?

- So, do you know

who the drug dealer
at the party was last night?

- Are you guys cops?
- Ah, fuck.

- Are you kidding me right now?

No! We're not cops.
Why would we be fucking cops?

- Okay, fine. Fine.

I know the guy.

- Great.

Do you think
you could take us to him?

Please?

[car engine sputtering]

JEFF: Buckle up.

Shit!

Nice car.

Should we take mine?

[approaching car tires screech]

- Guys.

[car crashes]

Hey! Hey!

[billboard crashing]

[♪♪♪]

Hey.

- Hey, yourself.

- I've been
trying to find you.

- Here I am.

- Are you?

- Am I what?

- Are you here?

- Are you here?

- Oh. Now, you're
just fucking with me.

- [laughs] Yeah. Maybe a little,
but this is where you left me.

So, this is where
you'll find me.

- Your friend Natalie
is really worried about you.

- She's a good friend.

- We're trying
to help her find you.

- That's really sweet.

- So, we're on, we're on
drugs right now, right?

[Theresa laughs]

- Why? Does none of this
seem real to you?

[Frank chuckles]

- No.

- That's fair.

[Frank sighs]

- I mean, the stars've
never looked like this.

[Frank scoffs]

- The stars have always
looked like this.

You just don't always see them.

- I've looked at stars before.

They never looked like this.

- Everything you see is real.

- Well, considering
what I've seen today,

that might be the most
terrifying thing

I've ever heard.

- Yeah, well...
today's your big day.

- Why'd you say that?

- What'd I say?

[sirens blaring]

- What time is it?

- It's almost 8:00.

- That's, that's,
that's 16 hours now.

JEFF: What's 16 hours?

FRANK: Since I took that stuff.
I should be coming down.

I should have come down
seven hours ago.

JEFF: You're still tripping?

NATALIE: Just stop.
Stop right here.

This is Richie's place.
Now, listen.

This guy is not somebody
you wanna fuck around with

so if you're still
tripping or whatever,

you gotta pull
your shit together

before we talk to him.

He's got zero tolerance for
junkies visiting his place.

- Hey...
NATALIE: Can you keep this

under control?
[Frank scoffs]

- I'm not some junkie, okay?

I've got this. I'm fine.

It's under control,
all right?

- Okay, bud.
- Are you okay?

[insects chirping]

- [sighs] Stop. I'm fine.

- Just calm down.
- I'm fine.

- Calm down.
- Fine.

[sirens blaring]

[door shuts]

- [sighs] May not be home,

but I'm thinking he might be
laying low tonight.

He worked the party yesterday
so...

- He must be really
tuckered out

after spending all my money.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing. Sorry.
Just come on.

- Jesus, I'm fucked.

[knock on door]

- Fucking calm down.
- I'm fine.

- Here he comes.

LAMONT: Who is it?

It's Natalie.

LAMONT: Who are those
other fucking guys?

- They're, they're friends.

They're okay.
- Hey.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.

- We're looking for
my friend, Theresa.

Shit.

- Why, why shit?
- I shouldn't have [indistinct].

- All right. You know what?
Let me handle this, y'all.

- No, no.
She's gonna talk.

- Shut up.
I got this. Watch this.

[Jeff and Frank whispering]

JEFF: Hey. Hello?

[door creaks open]

Oh shit.

- You guys cops?

- No. Fuck, no!

Absolutely not.

Are you Richie?
[Frank whispering]

- No, I'm Lamont.

- All right.
That's Lamont.

- Lamont, is Richie here?

- Maybe he is,
maybe he isn't.

- Jesus Christ, Lamont.

- If he's here, just...

- I already heard him
yelling inside.

We know he's here.
Can I just-

I just need to talk to him
real quick.

- Fine, bitches!
You want Richie?

You fucking got him.

- [sighs] That's not
the guy either, fuck!

- Hey, fuck you!
You're not the guy.

- I didn't mean any disrespect.
NATALIE: Are you sure?

- I didn't mean any offense.
- Okay. All right. Okay.

Calm down. Okay.

So, Mr. Richie,
last night at the party,

was anybody else workin' it?

- Excuse me?

- The party that we were
both at. Remember?

You, you,
you sold me a gram.

- Coke.

[Richie laughs]

- Snap, bitch!
That was last night.

Yeah. Fuck yeah, I remember you.
JEFF: Yeah.

- What's up, buddy?

You was hanging out
with my home girl, Natalie.

- Well, surprise.

[Richie laughs]

- Oh! Snap again, bitch!

What's up, Natalie?

- Hey, Richie.

- Oh, fuck.
See, now I remember.

I don't remember this pasty
white bitch right here.

Certainly not
our usual clientele.

- We're looking
for my friend, Theresa.

Have you seen her?

- Can I see that for a second?

- I have not seen that bitch.

And to answer your question,
no, there was not.

And there better not
have been anybody else

working that party last night.
You dig?

- Okay. Absolutely.

It's just that somebody
gave my friend something.

If you could be of any help,
that would be... okay.

- Shit!

[gasps] Wow!

You're on some good shit, right?

Let me tell you what, buddy.

Won't you come on in?

We can give you somethin'
to take that edge off.

- It's quite all right.
We're good. We're good.

Come on, let's go.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Okay. Yeah, yeah.
I'll meet up with you.

- Listen.
- Yep.

- Guys, you know,
I'll catch up with you.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Walk.

- I got it. I'll be fine.
I'll take it.

It's all right.

Can you help me, please?
What do you have? Please?

- Come on in.
- Yes.

[slams door]

RICHIE: Now, if you
wanna use one drug

to come down off another drug,
that is entirely possible.

You just gotta tell me
what drug you've already done.

- What? Now?

- Yes.

- [clears throat]
It was like on a dropper

with like a devil spoon.

It tasted gross.
I mean, just...

- Yeah,
but that doesn't help me.

- So, okay. So, oh,
and then I had to kiss.

So it was about tongues.

So I had to kiss
another person who had it

and that's how you pass it
along kinda like...

[Richie bangs on table]

- Look, I wanna help you...

[Richie chuckles]

But you gotta
give me something.

Was it a stimulant,
barbiturate, opiate, what?

- I don't know.

Sometimes I'm up,
sometimes I'm down,

sometimes I'm fast,
sometimes I'm slow.

I see things.
I travel through time.

Is that a thing?
Have you heard about that?

- Shhh.

Why don't we just
go down the list?

- Mhmm.
RICHIE: Okay.

'Cause I'll gladly give you
a fucking Percocet or an Ativan

if all you wanna do
is take the edge off.

Shit. My sister still
does spray paint

from a brown paper bag.

Now, she drools a little bit

and I think she might be
retarded, but fuck it.

There's no judgment.

That's just how she gets down.

- My cousin
is mentally challenged.

- Point is,
people come to me

when they're serious
about their drugs

'cause I'm the motherfucker
who knows.

You dig?
- Mh-mm.

RICHIE: Good.

Now, I got all your
assortment of pills.

I got your Ecstasy,
I got your Molly,

I got your Reds,
I got your Barbis.

I got all your Oxys,
and I got all your Contins.

Also, I got your standard
cannabis edibles.

Now, I have to tell you
that I prefer these to smoking.

Smoking is fucking disgusting.

It makes you cough,
you get the phlegm,

it gets in your clothes,
it's fucking repulsive.

Now, some people maintain
that with edibles,

you can't control your dose.

To those people, I say,
"Go fuck yourself," right?

[Frank chuckles]
- You wanna control your dose,

you gotta try heroin.

Now, here's a drug that
you have to control your dose.

What a fucking dose it is.
It's perfect.

It's like you're enveloped
in this nice, big,

fat pussy.

- I like pussy.

- Some people can't handle
violent style.

They gotta come down.

Hospitals offer Methadone.

Me? I like to go
straight to the root.

The one, the only... Meth!

No, seriously,
Meth does get a bad rep.

Not completely unwarranted;

certainly not for
the faint of heart.

That's why me, myself,

I prefer the OGK...

motherfucking cocaine.

I have to tell you,
my shit ain't cheap.

In fact,
it's kind of expensive.

But if you got yourself
all twisted

and you wanna straighten out,

there's really
nothing else for it.

Point is, buddy,

there's about a hundred
different ways

to skin this bitch.

All men are different.

Lamont, the scale.

The scale; it's right there.

What the fuck!

[Frank sniffing and panting]

Oh, you're gonna die.

[machine crashing]

[fast-paced beeping]

- Whoo-hoo!

[Frank laughing]

[gurgling]

Hey there, little rascal.
Where'd you come from?

[Frank laughing]

Bye!

There you are.

We're still looking for you.

- I told you
where you could find me.

- Ah, but I wanna
find you for real.

- I'm right here.

- You know what I mean.

- Do I?

- Yes. You know,
like the other night.

[Frank sighs]

In real life.

- Oh, the other night.

That was real life?

Did I find the real you?

[Frank scoffs]

- I'd like to think so.

- You were talking about people
and their foolish TVs,

knowing full well you have
one you can't afford

sitting in your living room,
as we speak.

[Frank laughs]

- See?

The fact that you know that
tells me you're not real.

- Well, I guess
we have that in common.

- No, that's not right.

I, I mean, yeah,
I said those things,

but not because
I didn't believe them.

- Then why?

- I... I guess because
that's the guy

I thought
you wanted me to be.

- Why?

- Why?

Uh...

Because that, that's the guy
I wish I was.

- Tell me more about this guy.

- Well, he's a good guy.

He's a good guy.

He, he makes mistakes sometimes,

but uh...

he always tries
to make it right.

He just doesn't always
know how, you know?

- Well, what kind of mistakes?

- Oh, that's what
this is about?

You... you think
I fucked over that family.

- Your words.

- I was just doing my job.

I don't, I don't deserve
to be punished.

- The universe doesn't punish.

Sometimes it just steers you
through some hardships

because in the end,
it only wants one thing.

- And what's that?

- Harmony.

If you pay attention,
what appears chaotic

is just the universe
righting itself.

It'll help you find your way.

- That, that's
what that guy said.

Uh... Aeolus, he said
I would find my way.

- Is that why
you took his drug?

- I don't know. I think so.

Why the fuck would you
take his drugs? Huh?

- What? What did I do?

- What did you do?

You stole from
a fucking drug dealer!

You fucking idiot!
- I didn't steal anything.

[gunshot]
- Fuck!

- Give me back my drugs,
motherfucker!

JEFF: Jesus Christ!

Frank, you took
his fucking drug!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

- I didn't mean to.
The guy was offering them to me.

- Did you pay him for it?

- I don't have a wallet.

- You just killed us,
you piece of shit!

JEFF: Pull the plug.

- Fuck!

- Hey, we're sorry.

We're gonna pay you
for your drugs.

- Hey, fuck you!

[gunshot]

[tires screeching]

[overlapping shouting]

- Jesus Christ!
- Okay. Okay.

- Jesus!
- Okay. Okay.

- What are you doing?
- Fuck!

- All right. Look.

Okay, just gimme a second
to explain this, please.

Please don't pull the trigger.

Mr. Richie, I can see
that my friend has upset you,

and in his drug-induced state,
it is quite possible

that he accidentally
forgot to pay you

for some narcotics
he intended to purchase.

I want you to understand
that none of us in this vehicle

were aware of
this transgression;

my friend included.

He's having
a really fucked up day

due to some substance
that we have yet to identify.

More importantly,

we are completely prepared
to reimburse you for any drugs

my friend may have inadvertently
forgotten to pay you for.

- Wow! [laughs]

Thank God. [sighs]

I mean, I guess we just got
our wires crossed.

[Jeff sighs]

See, we were
under the impression

that we were gonna have to
kill you three motherfuckers.

- No, no.
- No, not at all.

- There's no need to kill
any of us motherfuckers.

As a, as a matter of fact,

I know that time is money,
money is time,

and I wanna reimburse you
for your time.

And also, you let off
a few shots.

You let off about two.

Two? Two? Two, two...
- At least.

- We'll round it off to
three, four; four bullets.

Bullets ain't cheap,

and I'm... I wanna reimburse you
for that as well.

So why don't you just tell me

how much to make this
all go away.

- 2,37,465 dollars.

Give or take.

[Richie chuckles]

[Richie inhaling deep]

[Richie snorts]

So... okay.

[Richie inhaling deep]

So, after he swipes the drugs,

I'm thinking to myself,

I might actually have to
kill this motherfucker

'cause he's either on the verge
of a psychotic break

or he's about to fucking rob me.
- [body thuds]

So, I go to get my piece

just so I can teach
this fucking fool a lesson.

And as I turn back around,
he's fucking gone,

along with all
my fucking inventory.

- Please. Please.

Wait. Wait.

[Frank panting]

- I don't know how
this little fucker

got away from me,
but I guarantee

it won't happen again.

[Frank panting]

- I really can't promise that.

[Richie sighs]

- Okay.

[Richie breathing deep]

- Frank?
Buddy, where are my drugs?

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I don't know.

I really don't.

[Richie breathing deep]

- Okay. Yeah. Okay.

[Richie sighs]

All right.

[Richie sighs]

Listen.

I know you don't have the money
to make this go away, okay?

But since you are the person

that brought these two
motherfuckers here

to begin with,
I do hold you accountable.

[Theresa screaming]
- Okay?

You're gonna be
the first to go.

- Wait, wait, wait.
Wait! Hello! Hey!

I'll get you your money.

- Really? So, you sold
the drugs already, did you?

- Believe me, I have no idea
where the drugs are.

- Fuck this.

- But, but I can get the money.

Please don't hurt her.
Call my wife.

Her parents are loaded.

They're, they're
Wall Street investors.

They have,
they've tons of money.

They have plenty of money
and, and, and my wife,

she'll be happy to bring
the money here for our release.

- Your release?

Motherfucker,
I'm not holding you hostage!

I caught you robbing from me.
Be clear about that!

I'm the victim!

- Absolutely!
Absolutely. Of course.

And, and, and for that,
you are owed restitution.

If you just give me my phone.
Hey, hey!

Give me my phone,
and I will make that happen.

I swear to God.

[Theresa mumbling]

- Lamont dials. Understood?

I don't want there being
any funny business

and have you accidentally
calling 911 or something.

- I swear to you.

[Frank panting]

- What's your pass code?

- 6... 6969.

- What are you? 12?

- That was my meal card number
in college. I swear.

- Okay.
- What's your wife's name?

- Are you in my contacts?

- Yes, motherfucker,
I'm in your--

I know how to work
a fucking phone!

- I'm sorry. Sorry.

Her name's Cheryl.

- It's ringing.

[phone ringing]
- No funny business.

- My word.

[phone ringing]

CHERYL: What the fuck
do you want, Frank?

- Cheryl! Thank God!
Cheryl...

CHERYL: I can't even believe
you would call me...

- Honey, please stop yelling.
CHERYL: ...right now.

How do you even have--?
- Honey, please stop yelling.

I need you need to stop yelling.
CEERYL: You have any idea...

- Yes, I know.
I understand how late it is.

You are such
a fucking asshole!

- I need you to do me
a big favor.

CHERYL: You're such an asshole.
- Please listen to me.

CHERYL: I'm not even gonna--
- This could be life or death.

CHERYL: This marriage is done!
- Okay, scratch that.

This is very much
life and death!

CHERYL:
We haven't had sex, Frank.

We don't even
have sex anymore!

- Honey! Shut up!
Listen to me.

I need you to call
your parents...

I need you to ask them
to borrow 240,000 dollars.

Don't ask me what it's for.

Just know
that if I don't have it

in a very short amount of time,
some people are...

CHERYL: You fucking idiot.
Good luck!

- Honey?

Cheryl?

She hung up.
I'm gonna call back.

I'm gonna call her...

- Fuck this!

- Wait, wait!
I'll call her back.

I'll call her back!
Wait, wait, wait!

No!

- Frank, it's time.

- Richie?
Hey! Richie!

[Frank gasping]

I'm here. I'm here.

- Hey, glad you're here.
- Okay. Okay.

AEOLUS: Hey, Frank!

Oh, it looks like
you've had a big day.

- What did you do to me?
The fuck was that drug?

- You still think
you're on drugs?

Frankie, baby,
you're delusional.

- Wait, what the fuck
is happening?

Is any of this real?
Is this real?

Why are you doing this to me?
- Relax, Frank.

- Oh, no.

- You're gonna
make this right.

- Make what right?
What does that mean?

- Harmony, baby.
Harmony.

- Ah, fuck, har... fuck you,
and fuck harmony.

People are in real danger
right now. No--

Wait, I'm in it now.
This isn't now. Right?

I'll, I'll fix it.

I'll just, Jeff and Natalie
are here at the party now.

I'll just warn them

and I'll stop this fucking thing
from happening now. Fuck.

- Hey, Frank!
- What?

- You think you're here now?

- Uh... more mumbo jumbo.
What?

- Look at your face.
Look how messed up it is.

You can't change
what has already happened.

Frank, come here.

You need to sit down.

Sit the fuck down!

- Fuck.

[Frank panting]

- You're almost there.

The universe is trying
to tell you something.

All you gotta do
is pay attention.

- [panting] What the f...
[chuckles]

AEOLUS: Is that your wallet?

- [chuckles] Of course.

- You're gonna need that.

- Okay.

My friends
are in real danger right now.

I'm begging you.

I need your help.

Please?

- What do you think
we've been doing all day?

You have to learn to recognize

when people are trying
to help you, baby.

- Baby?

- Baby.
- Baby.

- Baby.
- Baby.

- People like you.

People like you.

So, what do I do?

Tell me what to do. Please?

- Just listen.

- Listen to what?

Listen to what?

- Hey, baby!

- Hey! That's your cue
to fuck off.

Good luck, Frank.

- Hey, baby.
Hey, baby.

- Hey! Hey!
What is your name?

- What happened to your face?

- I'll show you.
This is my face, right?

Okay, Wednesday.

So it's tomorrow morning.
I mean, I mean, yesterday.

I mean, tomorrow from the party,
but yesterday from today.

So it's tomorrow for right now.
- [sirens blaring]

Okay, I got it.

Why am I here?

[Frank sighs]

Okay.
Don't overthink this, Frank.

What do I have?
What is it showing me?

What's already happened?

[♪♪♪]

Okay.

- Hey! You lost, baby?
Need a hand?

- Sir! You remember me?

- Oh yeah. You were at the bar
last night, right?

Yeah, I remember you.
- Okay. Yes!

- Cigarette?

- No, but actually,
do you have a minute?

I might need some help.
I'll make it worth your while.

I promise.

That is a really nice clock.
Does that work?

- Yeah.

[hysterical laughter]

Yeah.

[laughter]

[crashing]

[chuckles]

- What the fuck is that?

- Where the fuck
did you get that clock?

- Guys? Guys, listen.

I can't even begin to
explain it right now,

but just trust me.

Any second now, someone
is gonna knock on that door

and they're gonna make
everything right.

[♪♪♪]

[Frank chuckles]

[Frank panting]

[♪♪♪]

Shit.

- Oh, fuck this!

- Wait, wait, wait!

- You sneaky bitch.

[knocking on door]

- What the fuck is that?

[knocking continues]

- It's your money.

[Frank panting]

- Well, go see!

[Frank panting]

- Motherfucker!

[sirens blaring]

- I never wanna see either
of you assholes ever again.

[car door slams]
- Wait, oh shit!

Wait, Natalie!
Hey, Natalie.

Natalie, wait one second.

Wait, hold on.

Just one second.
Hold on.

Sorry, sorry.
Listen, I am so sorry.

I never meant to drag you
into this, obviously,

but I need you to do me
a huge favor.

Will you please,
if you see Theresa before me,

will you please tell her
to call me?

Please?

- Can you not even see

what a disaster
of a human being you are?

You almost got us killed.

I almost died.

For what?

So you could find
your fucking wallet?

You know you can call the bank

and they can replace
those cards, right?

So why in the fucking Christ

would you think
for even a second,

I would put my best friend
in touch with someone like you?

Hmm?

But you didn't think,
did you, Frank?

'Cause all you care about
is what you want.

- Natalie?

- Theresa?

Where the fuck have you been?

Oh my God!

- I met a guy at the party.

My phone died.

[background chatter]

I've been sleeping in my car
like a homeless person.

- Fuck!

- Is that the guy from the bar?

What happened to his face?

- I can't. Uhh.. get in.

I will...

[Jeff sighs]

- So, I guess,
I guess we can go.

Do you mind dropping me
at the office?

- Quick question.

[Jeff sighs]

Where the fuck
did you get the money?

- Umm...

I took out a second mortgage
on the home

and I maxed out my credit cards,
and I emptied all my accounts.

- While we were all tied up
about to be killed,

you filled out the paperwork
for a second mortgage

and received a check,
cashed the check...

- Yeah.

- And had it delivered
to the killers via bum?

- Yeah, a homeless man.

- Homeless man.
- But yeah, pretty much.

- How the fuck
did you do that?

- I... [gasps]

I paid him ten grand.

I paid him out of the bag.

He's an honest guy, you know?
Some people...

- The bum is an honest guy?

- Homeless man.
- The homeless man, sorry.

- Yeah.
- You're talking about

the homeless man like he's
the hard part of the equation

to understand.

- Well, it's the only part
I think I can explain.

[Jeff sighs]

- Fine.

What'd you do
with the drugs you stole?

- [whispers]
I have no idea.

I honestly, I don't even
remember taking them.

- Is this gonna happen
all the time now?

- No. No.

I, I don't think so.

I, I figured it out.

- All right.
- It's over.

I'm sorry.

- No. No.
Just fucked up my car.

I got bullet holes...
- I know. I will pay you.

- No, no, no, no, no.

You don't have the money
to fucking pay me right now.

- Right, that's true.

- All right. I'll take you
back to the office.

- Thank you.

- Yeah. And I'm going to a bar

and I'm gonna drink until
this all starts to make sense.

I'd invite you,

but I have a feeling
you need to sort out

some things yourself.

I need you to sort this out.

I really do.

I need you to
explain this to me.

- [chuckles] I need that too.

[engine cranking]

- Wait!
- [Jeff gasps]

[smash]

[Frank gasps]

- What do you want!

- Your signature.

And an update
for your insurance policy.

[Frank sighs]

- What? What is this?

- Every three years,

all employees must review
their insurance paperwork

and update their beneficiaries.

This is your six-year
anniversary.

Congratulations.

You now qualify for the Platinum
Health and Life Insurance Plan.

- Platinum what?

- It's the premium
insurance package

for all long-term employees.

It has a lower deductible,
wider HMO coverage

and a four-million-dollar
life insurance plan

for your family.

It's exclusive for executives.

Isn't that nice?

- What do I need to do?

- Just fill out
the bottom part

with the name of your spouse,
your child, your parents,

or whoever else it is that
you think deserves the money.

- So, my wife?

- Sure.

- That's great.

[Frank sighs]

Hey, Helen? Helen?

- Oh, Mr. Winters, I also
have a message from your wife.

- Do you mind reading it?
I got a crazy headache.

- I don't think
it's very appropriate.

- Helen, please just...

- You are such a baby.

"Frank, you twisted
son of a bitch.

"They told me at the bank
what you did.

"I hope you have fun spending
that money on your new whore.

"Daddy was right about you.

"I'm flying back to live
with my parents in New York.

"I hope your dick rots off.

"See you in court,
you piece of shit.

Cheryl."

[Frank inhales deeply]

- Well, that's, that's fair.

- You know, I've been
married a long time

and whenever I make a mistake,

I find it helps
just to acknowledge

that I wanna make things right
even if I don't know how.

- That's all it takes, huh?

- Well, you also have to do it.

- Right.

- Words can carry you
only so far.

- Right.
That's really nice.

What's, what's the occasion?
Is it your birthday?

- No, they're from Mr. Jonas.

It's National Secretary
Appreciation Day.

He is such a good boss.

- I thought
that was yesterday.

- No, it's today.

- No, no.
'Cause I saw a sign yesterday

that said it was yesterday.

- It's probably a sign
to remind you

to do something nice
for someone.

[♪♪♪]

- It wasn't yesterday.
It was today.

It's tonight.

- This was in your box.

It was left
in the conference room.

[♪♪♪]

- I don't have a pen.

- The universe provides.

[♪♪♪]

- Okay.

[Frank panting]

- Did the mail go out today?

- Well, they just picked it up,

but if you hurry,
you just might make it.

- I know
what I have to do now.

- Well, that must be
a good feeling.

- Yeah.

Oh, and Happy National
Secretary's Thing.

- Well, we prefer
administrative assistants.

- Sure.

[Frank sighs with relief]

Mike.

- Oh, Frank!

Jesus Christ, man!
What happened to your face?

- I told you, Jonas.
I was mugged.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Again?

- Oh, something like that, yeah.
- Got your new insurance policy?

- Oh no, no.
I'm not quite finished.

I, I, I'm not done with it yet.

- This is the shit.

- But I need it to finish
a little bit more.

It...

- We need to have a serious
conversation about this, Frank.

- I agree. Can we have that...
- [Frank squeals]

- You listen to me,
you little cocksucker.

I don't know what you're
planning here, Frank,

but I want you to know

if someone comes in here
and tries to cash this policy,

I will fucking fight them
with every fiber of my being,

every lawyer at my disposal.

I will bribe judges,
I will change laws.

It will be a cold day in hell

before this policy pays out
a single fucking dollar.

- Mr. Jonas.

- You know, Frank,

I know it's been a rough
couple days for you.

It looks like
it's been stressful.

I'm gonna give you a chance.

You can tear that policy up,

show back up here for work
tomorrow morning.

Or you can sign it,
affecting absolutely nothing,

and I expect your resignation
on my desk.

[Frank sighs]

[♪♪♪]

- [laughs] Dick!

[♪♪♪]

FRANK [voice-over]:
I thought it would be harder.

Doing the right thing
always seems difficult.

But when it comes time
to make it happen,

it's easy, it's natural.

The universe knows
what it wants.

It wants balance.

Fighting that balance will just
throw your life into chaos.

But once you let go,

you let go of
what you think you want.

[glass breaks]
- What you think you need.

And that's when everything
becomes so clear.

And even really hard stuff
gets easy.

[♪♪♪]

[thud]

[♪♪♪]

Hang in there, buddy.
I'm coming.

FRANK [voice-over]: You make
choices your whole life.

Who to marry,
what to wear,

what your career will be,
what you'll eat for breakfast.

Each one of those choices

will contain their own box
of consequences or rewards,

but sometimes,
sometimes your purpose

doesn't always lie
in your choices.

- Frank?

FRANK [voice-over]:
Sometimes your purpose

lies in the consequences
of others.

Today, I accept my role
in the universe.

I am the hammer of fate,
and I will restore the balance.

[engine revving]

- Frank!

FRANK [voice-over]:
This is my big day.

- Fuck!
- [tires screeching]

- That's a twist.
- Look out!

[loud crash]

[♪♪♪]

- Oh, hey.

- Oh, hey, yourself.

- I've been looking for you.

- Here I am.

- So, you figured it out
finally.

- Yeah.

- [chuckles]
It took you long enough.

[laughter]

- I have discovered
that time is

a far more relative concept
than I thought.

[♪♪♪]

- Took you long enough.

[♪♪♪]

[Frank sighs]

- God, those stars are unreal.

[♪♪♪]

[sirens blaring]

[background chatter]

- It was like he was
heading across the street

to help with the accident,

and... I guess to see
if anyone was hurt.

And Jonas came from
out of nowhere.

It was like
he didn't see it coming.

- I'm sorry about your friend.

Between you and me,

we smell booze on this asshole
when we got on the scene.

We'll make sure he pays.

- No, he's got the system
by the balls.

With the system,
he'll probably have to go

to traffic school or some shit.

- Yeah, these things have a way
of working themselves out.

Remember, karma's a bitch.

[car lock beeps]

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff scoffs]

[♪♪♪]