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[making effort]

Phew!

[clinking noises]

[jazz music playing]

-What can I set you up with? -Uh, just a vodka tonic. Neat.

You got it.

-Hey, how much is that? -Nine.

Hey, uh, you're Burt Walker, right?

-Sorry? -You're Burt Walker.

-This your place? -Yeah.

It's a nice place.

Thanks.

Here you go.

-Thanks. It's all you. -Appreciate it.

I'm, uh, I've been sleeping with your wife.

-What'd you just say? -Look, I didn't know she was your wife.

I-- I didn't know she was anyone's wife.

That's not how I do things.

I was just-- she was some chick I-- I met in the club and we hooked up a few times and,

uh, and that was it.

I-- the-- the minute I found out she was married...

Wh--

What're you talking about right now?

Your wife.

Teri, right? You are Burt Walker.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm nobody, man. I-- look, I'm just some guy.

I understand that maybe-- this might sound like I'm full of shit, but

I'm not full of shit, okay?

You want proof?

Is that what you want?

You want me to prove it to you? You want details?

I mean, I can tell you about that,

you know, that one little mole she's got or, you know, or that spot, you know,

an inch inside her pussy where if you move your tongue in- in circles...

Watch your fuckin' mouth, man.

-You better watch your fuckin' mouth. -Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, see? That's what I'm talking about.

You don't wanna hear that shit. I get it.

Okay, I wouldn't want to either.

Please.

I didn't know she was married.

All right, let me be lucidly, transparently clear on that point. I didn't know.

Fuck man, you know this happened to me before too?

A couple years ago? I don't know why.

I don't find myself all that charming.

Maybe I'm catnip for married women or, s-- fulfill some Peter Pan fantasy or whatever.

Anyway, I met this older woman at a bar and, uh, I took her home, to my place.

A couple days later, some guy comes at me in a grocery store parking lot with a tire iron.

A fucking tire iron.

Outta the blue, outta nowhere.

Turns out, he's her old man, right?

And look, I don't blame the guy for being pissed off, I would be too.

But look at it from my side of things.

I didn't know.

She wasn't wearing an engagement ring.

She didn't have a sign hanging off her fucking neck.

She-- she-- she sure as shit didn't act married.

Anyway, this time with-- with your wife, wi-- with Teri,

not only do I find out she's married, I find out she's married to you.

Look man, I know who you are, okay?

See, I don't wanna have to go the rest of my life having to look over my shoulder.

Come on.

You and I are gonna have a conversation.

-I thought we were. -No, private, like, in my office.

-No, no, wait-- -Hey Sal!

Wait, wait, no, no, no, no, no, no. I don't think that's a good idea.

Look, w-- wait. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Wait w-- w-- wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait! N-- no.

Fuck it. Just wait, all right?

Let's just- let's just stay out here,

-and I'll buy you a drink. -It's my bar.

I own all the drinks.

-Fuck! -This door stays closed, Sal.

- Nobody in and out for anything. -[Sal] Yeah, yeah you got it.

And put on some music! Loud.

Oh, fuck, this went better in my head.

-You know who I am, right? -Yes.

Okay, yes.

[music playing]

You know who I am!

Yes, yes, Jesus Chri-- Christ almighty, yes!

I know-- I know-- I know who you are.

Okay, that-- that's why I came here.

That's why I wanted to come clean and-- and get it front of this train wreck,

because I didn't want this.

I know who you are, and I know what you do, and I-- fuck,

please stop fucking pointing that thing at me.

What the fuck did you think was gonna happen? You could just walk into my place,

that you could just walk--

Fuck, I didn't know she was married! Okay? I'm single.

I thought she was single.

Okay, she came onto me.

I'm the victim here just as much as you are.

I--- and look I didn't want this any more than you did.

And as soon as I found out, I came here and I told you.

Fine, fine, out of self-preservation, yes, but-- but-- but also out of respect.

Okay? Wouldn't you wanna know? This happened behind your fucking back.

In your house, in your goddamn fucking bed.

Look, look, look, I'm just a messenger here.

Shooting me solves noth-- Fuck, please.

Please, just-- fuck, please... Fuck.

Oh, shit.

[panting]

Thank you.

Thank you, I-- I know I got off easy here.

[Burt] Everything I've ever done was for her.

Everything.

And I've done a lot of things, a lot of really, really shitty things.

Something nasty would happen, I wouldn't know how I was gonna live with it,

and then I'd just take one look at her, one look at her face, then I could swallow it down.

I'm, um, I'm not much for advice.

You know, I-- I've never been married.

-But if-- but if you ask me, I think that you're... -Are you still talking?

Maybe you stop talking.

You just walked into my place and you took everything from me.

You are not off the hook.

Not by a country mile.

Okay.

I hear you.

I do, but please.

I'm not the one that you should be worried about here, okay?

When I met her, she was in that club alone.

She approached me.

That tells us two things.

One, she was looking.

Two, I mean, I'm probably not the first.

I'm, uh,

I'm thinking maybe I should fuck off now.

Your enemy's at home, Walker.

Be careful.

[music continues playing loud]

[blow-dryer on]

[heart pounding]

Ooh! I didn't hear you come in.

There's plenty of hot water left if you want it, I promise.

I didn't linger.

Hey, what is it?

Burt, are you all right?

Let me guess.

You're not gonna tell me? I'm better off not knowing?

You know, if you're not gonna share, don't bring this shit home.

I'm more than a little sick of it.

[sizzling]

You want some of these?

Sure, I guess.

Fine.

Where were ya last night?

[scoffs]

Where was I? Where do you think I was?

I don't know. Suppose you tell me.

Excuse me?

I'm waiting.

You're waiting?

Wha-- seriously? You're gonna start with me?

Give me some creepy suspicious husband act?

When you are out all night every single night at your bar.

Don't wanna answer the question.

I was here, okay? And the night before that too.

And the night before that, I went to the movies with Cathy.

Not that you would know, since you're never fucking here.

I have no problem answering the question, the question is fine.

It's all of this.

This bullshit attitude that you're bringing.

I don't know where it's coming from, but I do know I don't fucking deserve it.

God. Shit!

[turning off burner]

You know, you could hire a manager to handle things for you

if you're so worried about me all of a sudden.

Live a little more of your life at home.

Take me out a time or two.

It's not that easy.

No? Explain it to me.

Explain it to you.

We run The Organization's money through the bar, Teri.

-Yeah, and? -And the weight of that falls on my shoulders.

It's a big chunk of change, I can't just hand that off.

Okay, but I thought the whole point to buying the bar was to get away from working for them.

Yeah, well, that's not how it panned out.

So what? You're a prisoner? Is this what you're telling me?

No, I'm telling you that I have responsibilities, that I run a business.

Look around you, look at our bank account! I'm building something here.

Something for both of us.

Oh, no, no, don't you dare tell me that all of this is for me and lay that at my feet.

We have enough money. We have enough things.

You wanna give me what I want? Give me my goddamn husband.

Because seeing you once a day at the ass-crack of dawn isn't cutting it.

[sighs]

We could just leave, you know?

Sell the bar, go somewhere else.

Start clean.

The Organization is not something you can just walk away from.

We can't even try?

I'm part of it.

I'm a valued member.

Okay.

So, you do what you gotta do.

And so will I.

Your burnt eggs are getting cold.

[turning tap on]

[Sal] We got a big cash drop from Pinback's crew.

-How big? -Big.

I-- I don't know how much, but it was heavy.

It wouldn't fit in the safe, so I had to take it below in that creepy little crawl space area.

There was a whole fuckin' family of spiders down there that wasn't too happy about it.

Look, I'm just saying that I might need hazard pay when I gotta go down there and get it.

Hey, Sal.

Uh- what?

Never mind.

-No, what? -I said never mind. Forget it. I can handle it myself.

Is this about that guy that was in here yesterday?

He looked like a class-A tool.

What was the deal there, what happened?

[man knocking door] Anybody in there? Hello?

What fresh ray of "fuck your mother" is this?

[man] Open up!

I know you're fucking in there.

[Sal] Burt! Oh, shit! Fuck! Jesus, what the fuck is this?

-[man] Look, I don't have time for this. -[Sal] No, we can't.

-Who's this? -[man] It's the big, bad fucking wolf.

-Would you let me in? -[woman] Sorry, Sal.

[Sal] No-- fuck no! You can't. This can't happen right now.

[man] Oh!

Stay.

Don't fuckin' look at me.

-Sal, you might wanna close that door? -What the hell is this?

Hey, Burt. Shut up.

So sorry.

This bullshit errand fell right into our laps, and you're the only friendly in the area.

-What bullshit errand? -Bat?

This piece of shit misappropriated some funds that came through Mercer's crew.

Hard cash. Not-- not-- not the electronic stuff.

Anyway, we pick him up,

now we gotta fucking get him to tell us where he's got it stashed, right?

So, cou-- could you please stop rolling around on the floor and get him in a chair

-where I can work on him? -You get him into a chair.

He's oozing all over the place. I didn't exactly dress for this today.

Oh, Adele? Don't be such a girl.

I am a girl, asshole.

And this blouse costs more than your piece of shit car.

Would you just please fuckin' do it? Pretty fuckin' please!

Hey, hey, hey. You can't do this here.

I have to do this here.

-We open in less than an hour. You understand that, right? -[man] Then open later, man.

This is my fucking bar, and I'm telling you, you are not doing this here.

Oh shit, come on! Sal, you got any seltzer? That gets out blood, right?

[Sal] Yep.

-Where would you have me go? -Oh, I dunno, go to a goddamn motel!

A motel? Oh great, great idea.

Hey, you got any luggage other than this blood-soaked asshole you're torturing?

-No, that won't raise any eyebrows, right? -Well you can figure it out.

Look. They told me to come here, okay? We work for the same people, right?

They told me, so you wanna call them? Call 'em.

All right, but not here. Get him in the back.

Thank you, Burt.

We're in business.

-Oh! Christ Almighty. -[coughing]

Would you fucking man up? Adele, there's gonna be spray.

Why do you think I put the tarp down? To tie the room together?

We have been asking you politely, Jack.

I think considering what you've done, we've been really sweet about things.

This money doesn't belong to you, and it's time to tell us where it is.

I tell you, you're gonna kill me.

-Excuse me? -If I tell...

Not if you're a friend! Show us you're a friend. This is not how friends behave.

He's not gonna talk.

You guys turned up the volume on the thing way too quickly.

You have no room to escalate.

Excuse me? You wanna-- you wanna-- you wanna step up in here?

I mean since you're Yoda and all?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Come on, Adele.

Do it.

Jack, look at me.

Hey.

Look at me.

You have to understand something.

What's happening here is entirely a consequence of your actions.

A predictable consequence honestly.

But this is about more than money.

A lot more.

This is about loyalty.

You betrayed us.

You betrayed our trust in you.

And the time that we invested in our relationship with you.

And when you betray someone, when you betray us, there is a consequence.

There is a cost.

What you've done can't just be forgiven and it can't be undone.

There is a debt that has to be paid, and the longer you hold out,

the bigger that debt gets, and the more you will have to pay.

And you owe it us.

You owe it to us to pay this debt you've incurred with your betrayal.

With stabbing us in the back.

We trusted you, and you broke that trust.

So, what are you gonna do about it, Jack? What are you gonna...

-Oh God! Fucking dammit! -What the fuck?

[man] I don't know.

No, I-- I-- I don't know because we never got an answer.

Yeah-- no-- that-- he-- he--just shot him.

Right in the face.

Yeah, I'll- I'll check on that, okay, yeah.

Yes, sir.

I'll call you right back.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck.

Fuck. God fuck, god fuck.

You unmitigated asshole, you just dipped me face-first into a vat of shit!

How am I gonna find that money now, huh? It's not in his apartment,

it's not in his car, now I gotta play goddamn detective?

Not my problem, Grimmer.

Told you not to bring him through my door.

You are a real piece, you know that?

Maybe I ought to take a page out of your book.

Hmm? Unload this into your smug fucking face.

There are some people you can shoot and some people you can't.

And we both know that I am somebody you can't.

I've earned that.

But you,

if I wanted to, I could tear you open and wear you like a fucking coat.

Now, this is my place and you have been rude.

And I've been real patient up till now.

But you wanna take a little spin on the bad side?

-You wanna see how rough it can get? -No, thank you.

You know what, Walker?

I'm not the only one who thinks you're a hard on.

-Is that so? -Yeah, that is so.

You know, I hear things.

I hear things up on high.

It seems that some folks in management are getting a little sick of your shit.

Management is quite pleased with me. I can assure you.

No, not everyone's a fan.

They need me.

Long as they do, I'm untouchable.

No one's untouchable.

[clock ticking]

[humming]

Hey, baby.

You're up early.

Can't sleep.

Well, you live like a fucking vampire.

I sure couldn't do it.

I'm not surprised you're having trouble, your whole system's in denial.

You expecting company?

Yeah, um, Darci and a couple of other girls from the fundraising committee

are coming over tonight.

Why don't you play hooky from the bar and join us?

Is that really what you want? For me to stick around?

Now what is that?

What are you talking about?

Is this work stuff?

Let me guess.

We're not discussing it.

Okay.

Come here.

Come on.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, let's get you back to sleep.

What time you gotta be back at the bar, four?

Something like that.

All right.

You relax.

I'll make sure you're up by three.

Until then, you don't get out of this bed, deal?

Do you love me?

Do I love you?

Yeah, of course I love you.

What kind of question is that? Of course.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

You know you can tell me things, right?

I know you think you can't, but you can.

I don't need you to protect me from the world you're in.

There is nothing that you could say to me that would be harder to take

than watching you die in silence like this.

What are you chewing over?

Seven bucks.

How about instead, I take you to dinner.

-You mean your wife? -No, no, no, she's dead.

She called here an hour ago.

Agh! Zombie bitch.

Fuck.

-Easy. Easy, easy. -You fucking stupid? What the fuck are you doing here?

You come along with me. This is a neighborhood establishment,

and the last thing anyone wants is any trouble.

I just wanna talk to him I just...

You-- Burt, you don't have to worry about this, all right? I'm happy to handle...

-What do you want? -Just a word. Just one quick word please.

-Only one? -Yes.

Can I suggest that we do not escalate things? Because with all due respect,

-you've got a lot... -Sal.

Keep pouring. I got this.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, I'm not looking' for more trouble.

You got a funny way of showing it, pal.

Okay. That's all right. That's fair.

Showing up here probably not the best move, I just-

I didn't have another way of getting in touch with you.

Th-- the only other thing I could think about was maybe showing up to your house,

but obviously that would've been a big fucking disaster, so I didn't do it.

What do you want?

I'm just checking in.

You know, we-- we left things kinda shaky, so I just wanted to make sure that we're cool.

-That we're cool? -Well, yeah, I mean that we're okay.

That we're okay? I'd say we're pretty fucking far from okay.

I'd say like maybe fucking light years from being okay.

Okay, all right.

Look, I wronged you, okay? I fu- I fucked up and I wronged you and I-

I didn't mean to do it, but I did.

I'm just trying to make things right here, I mean, you can appreciate that, can't you?

-Is this about money? -What?

-Is that what you want? You want money from me? -Money? No.

Hey, I-- I just wanna go through the rest of my life not having to worry about someone

lurking around a corner ready to take my fucking head off.

That's it.

That's all.

Tell you what.

I won't put a gun in your face as long as I never have to see it again.

[sighs]

All right.

That works for me. It's more than fair. Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, so what happened after I told you?

Just, you know, with your wife, I just-- did you work it out or-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

What happens between me and my wife is none of your fuckin' business.

All right.

All right, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I didn't say anything to her.

You didn't?

How do you say something like that to somebody?

-Aw, how about we just, uh, go out to eat? -You can't afford to feed me.

-Is- is it under seven dollars? -No.

Oh.

Damn man.

I-- I tell you, you're a better man than me.

Fine, I've never been married, true, but just picturing it.

Being in your situation? Fuck.

I would have done some bad things, I think.

You know?

-So, you're just gonna let it ride then? Is that the plan? -I dunno what the plan is.

What is there some sorta fucking time table I need to be aware of?

Wha- no.

So why don't you let me figure this shit out.

Yeah, of course.

Look, you can do whatever you want.

I mean, obviously, right?

I don't even know why the fuck I am talking to you.

You don't? Seriously?

You wanna know why?

Yeah, why don't you enlighten me, genius?

You didn't talk to your wife, yeah?

You didn't talk to anyone else, any of your guys, that bartender chick

-that works for you, anyone? -No.

Uh, this is not something that you wanna advertise. It's fucking embarrassing.

So, you didn't talk to anyone.

There's your answer.

Look, you need to vent.

Talk it out, get it off your chest.

Me, I'm already in the know, I'm safe harbor.

I mean, if you're not gonna shoot me, you might as well bend my ear about it, right?

Lemonade out of lemons, isn't that what you're supposed to do?

Why would she do this to me?

I dunno.

Bored?

I don't know her, I dunno. I can't say.

She the souvenir type?

-What? -You know, the kinda chick who keeps souvenirs.

-People or places, things, whatever. -No.

I-- w-- this is awkward.

I wasn't even gonna bring this up, but, um,

you know, I can't-- can't find my class ring.

You know, I had it the other night.

When I was, um...

You know, I just think maybe it's at your place.

-You know, so... -Is that what this is about?

-What? -Are you fucking kidding me?

-About a class ring! Huh? -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Jesus fucking Christ, easy. Easy, easy man. I'm on your fucking side.

I'm on your side here.

I don't even know why I'm fuckin talking to you.

-Walker. Walker! -What?

She texted me, again.

Today.

Yeah, no shit.

Look.

It's not her number.

Well, that's the one she gave me.

I mean, clearly, she uses it.

Maybe she has a second phone. You know, for-- whatever.

Look, I didn't respond, all right? I'll never get near her again, I'm just-

just thought you should know.

Just an idea here?

Maybe you find that phone.

-[door slamming] -[gasping]

Jesus.

Burt.

What--

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

You're home early.

-Special occasion or you finally taking my advice? -Are you alone?

What?

Oh, uh, yeah.

The girls left a little while ago.

I was just getting ready to pack it in for the night.

You, uh, staying in for once?

Yeah, I think so.

Should probably take your advice.

Take a night off.

Good.

Well, I am bushed.

-You coming to bed? -In a minute.

Okay.

I'll see you in there.

[water running]

[light cracking]

I'm, uh, I'm thinking maybe I should fuck off now.

Your enemy's at home, Walker.

Be careful.

[music playing loudly]

[beep]

Oh, fuck.

[woman on TV] Here at the seventh annual Newport Beach Film Festival.

It is the opening night of one of...

[man on TV] This Larry.

Time is a funny thing.

A single moment can contain an event which alters history forever.

Like Hiroshima.

[beeps]

[clears throat]

So, you think you could squeeze me in? I know, I know, I don't have a reservation,

but if you could go talk to the chef on my behalf, I'd really appreciate it.

You know, I've just heard wonders about the grilled cheese here.

All right smart guy.

You think that you can handle this level of responsibility?

Hey.

We doing this?

Might as well.

I can't sleep anyway.

Here's a fun fact.

Sleep is for pussies.

[scoffs]

Grace.

Um, up here.

Nah, it's just pretty.

-Oh. -It's classy, it suits you.

Thank you.

-And, by what name are you known, stranger? -Ah, I'm just some guy.

And that, uh, suits you.

So, what brings you to our happening little establishment?

Clearly, you've heard that this is the place to be.

Just a stressful night.

My heart's beating a million miles a minute, and I-- I gotta ride the adrenaline out,

and this place just seems calm.

Well, yeah, it is-- it's calm.

-[laughing] I'll give it that. -Yeah.

-So, what happened? -Oh, the details aren't important.

It's convoluted and lengthy, and frankly if I get into it again, I'm just,

um, gonna re-live everything in my head, and that's the exact opposite of what I want.

Let's just say I, uh, I played chicken with death, and death flinched first.

So, what, like, you almost got into a car accident or something?

Scarier than that.

Scarier than that?

So, what- what happened?

There you go with the details again.

But you're okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, I believe so.

You know what? You get pie.

On the house.

There's apple, cherry, and pecan, and you know why?

-Why? -Because survivors get pie.

Let me give you a minute to look that over.

[man on TV] Week on whether or not to send more to send more troops to the region,

or if air support...

[man] Resulting in a head-on collision that shut down the highway for several hours.

Both the driver and three passengers...

[man] Style was a victim of a seriously jaw-dropping wardrobe malfunction at the premiere...

[man] When federal troops raided what our sources

are telling us was a veritable fortress...

[man] Domestic dispute that turned into an apparent murder-suicide,

with the husband allegedly shooting his wife multiple times

before turning the gun on himself.

Karen Silverman is on the scene with more.

[Karen] Thank you, Dale.

We're here at the scene of a bloody domestic crime that has left two people dead.

The husband, sixty-three-year-old Hector Sanchez

returned home from his job at a neighborhood grocery store,

and less than an hour later, allegedly shot his wife Maria to death.

Upon hearing the shots...

[man on radio] Local news at the top of the hour,

the bizarre series of events that led to a massive fire in an LAX. baggage claim.

Hold on to your seats, folks, this one's so crazy that if you saw it in a movie,

you'd never believe it.

[door opening]

[starting car]

Well, okay.

[starting car]

Mm-hmm. Yeah, everything's fine.

I'll head back in a couple days.

Yeah, a couple.

I dunno sis, a couple, hmm? As in two or three.

Yeah, I'm aware that a couple means two.

Why do you do this? You know, I'm-- I'm-- the work takes as long as it takes,

I'm not here partying.

Well yeah, of course I can't fucking sleep.

[takes deep breath]

No, it's just how it is when I travel.

[door opens, beeps]

Hey!

Uh, wow.

Again.

Uh, you should have been here fifteen minutes ago, it was a party in here.

I'm sure it was an animal house.

Mm.

-Please wait to be ate? -Should I be worried?

Cause you know, I am pretty delicious.

Huh.

[scoffs]

Back so soon.

-Does that mean that you still can't sleep? -Guilty as charged.

So, does that mean that you faced off again with death or whatever?

If you work for the bomb squad or something, that is so hot.

No. No death, no bomb squad.

Although yeah, yeah that would be pretty cool.

No, just, uh, work stuff, you know.

Sometimes the wheels are turning and you just can't shut 'em off.

Work, huh? So, what is it you said you do?

How about I tell you when I get to know you better?

You're gonna get to know me better?

We live in a world full of endless possibilities.

[phone vibrating]

Oh, that's me, sorry.

-Uh, you said you wanted coffee, right? -Yeah.

What do you want?

[cutlery dropping]

Oh, so stupid.

Here you go.

-Everything okay? -Yeah.

Everything's Jake.

Who was on the phone?

-That was my ex. -Your ex.

Explains why you were so happy to take the call.

You know, exes are always a delight.

Yeah.

Well that's what he is, all right.

A delight.

'Course.

Being an ex and all.

Uh, like he's- he's-- [chuckles] Oh yeah, he has got some issues.

Yeah? Like what?

How about I tell you when I get to know you better?

Am I gonna get to know you better?

Well someone once told me that we live in a world full of endless possibilities.

You know what you want?

Think I need a minute.

Take your time.

[man on radio] Authorities have released an update on the body discovered last night

in the Glendale aqueduct.

The victim has been identified as Kip Desmond of Studio City.

While no suspects or motive have been established, police have...

[man] Oh! Next week I think I get a route.

If I get this route, I'll be able to pay you back.

I mean, I'll probably have to pay a couple things first, but um...

-I mean you're looking pretty good right now, but... -Stu, will you listen to me?

Please, hear me this time, okay? I don't want you coming here where I work

and talking about this.

You can call me on my cell phone.

You could be a good waitress if you didn't say such stupid shit all the time.

Stu...

-Hey, random stranger guy. -Hey.

Sorry about that.

-Um, were you doing coffee tonight? -Yeah, sure.

-Okay. -Who's that?

Uh, w-- uh, nobody.

Nobody.

Nobody that you need to worry about.

That's your ex.

Isn't it?

Yeah.

And he's come here to, uh, what? Harass you?

Really?

That's right.

Let me get you that coffee.

Hang on.

Tell me about him.

-Tell you about him? -Yeah.

Anything.

Okay.

He's a piece of shit.

-How's that? -Oh.

Like, what does he want from you? Uh, what does he do for a living?

Is he the oldest or the youngest in his family? Did he serve in the military?

Do time? Shit like that.

What? [chuckling] Who cares?

Like, trust me, you do not want to be pulled into this.

Hey.

Just humor me.

[sighs]

His name's Stu.

He's a truck driver.

But he drove stoned a few years back and crashed his rig, so now he scrapes by between disability

and working as a fill-in driver for whoever.

Older sister, younger brother, both parents dead.

Got kicked out of the army reserve.

Uh, what else?

He's a big-time homophobe neo-Nazi N.R.A. asshole.

And he thinks showers are optional.

-Are we done here? -What does he want from you?

Money.

Isn't that a laugh? Look at where I work. Do I have money?

I guess he thinks that if he bothers me enough,

I'll pay him whatever I have handy just to get rid of him.

Did he ever cheat on you?

When you were together?

That is a totally out-of-bounds question.

Yeah it is.

Now answer it.

Of course he cheated on me.

Once? Or a lot?

-You mean that I can prove or that I suspect? -That you know of.

You don't need proof for that.

I think if his junk earned frequent flyer miles,

he could trade them in for a trip to another planet.

Wow.

Yeah.

Wow.

Is that enough?

We finished with this root canal into my romantic feelings?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

Wait, where are you-- what?

[whispering]

-Wh-- what just happened? -He's gone.

I got rid of him.

How?

I just thought of the right thing to say.

I mean, based on what you told me.

-Look, I can't promise that he won't be back eventually, but... -No, no.

Wait, wait, wait a second.

What- what did you say to him?

Look, from what you told me, that guy has some serious self-esteem issues, okay?

Especially when it comes to being manly in some macho bullshit kinda way,

so I just preyed on that.

He's got a lot to think about now, and hopefully that'll keep him outta your hair for a while.

[sighs]

-Well, thank you, I guess. -You're welcome.

And seriously, I'm sorry about the inquisition before, but I needed the ammo.

Handsome, uh, funny.

Now I find out that you've got all these people skills, wow.

Tell you, for some random guy off the street,

you are certainly proving to be very intriguing.

Well, that's me.

Man of mystery.

So, what're you a psychiatrist?

Don't you need a, uh, pipe and a sweater vest for that? Right?

[chuckling] See, that's funny.

Okay, come on, what do you do?

-I'll tell you when I... -When you get to know me better.

You don't get to play that card now, because I just told you some really disgusting,

personal stuff about me and that ass-lover that just crawled out of here.

So, unless clothes are coming off, uh, I think we kinda plateaued

on the whole getting to know one another better front, wouldn't you say?

I eliminate people.

-You what? -I eliminate people.

Like kill, people?

Murder?

Oh, you're not seriously sitting here and telling me that you're some kind of psycho...

-No, no. -Serial killer?

No. No, no, no.

Psychopaths kill for recreation.

Like for fun. That's crazy, that's sick.

Uh, yeah.

No, I do it for work.

Oh, like a hit man?

Yeah, like that.

-For real? -Yeah, for real.

And what do you, like, shoot 'em, or stab 'em, or poison 'em, blow 'em up?

No. Nothing so-- no, that's not what I do.

I'm more specialized.

What does that mean?

Okay.

Let's take your ex, Stu.

Let's say you wanted to kill him, okay?

Oh, okay. Yeah, or yeah, sure let's, uh, yeah, why don't we...

-Right. -Why don't we say that?

-So, you shoot him. Or stab him. -Ooh.

Whatever. It's murder.

And the cops know it's murder. Who do they immediately suspect?

-Okay. -Even if you have an air-tight alibi,

they're gonna be all up in your grill.

Poking holes, looking for weakness in the seams.

And if they look hard enough, eventually they're gonna find something.

See because when it's murder? Clearly murder.

Everyone is looking for the killer, and usually who that person is, well,

it's pretty obvious.

Okay, so you-- you make it look like an accident.

-No. No, no, no that's... -No.

...too risky.

It's tough to spin all the physical evidence right.

Look, you can't have anyone suspect any foul play.

Hmm.

So, what do you do? I just...

Okay, in movies, in the spaceship, in the villain's lair,

there's always -this auto self-destruct switch, right?

Uh-huh. Yeah. I--I mean, I guess, yeah.

Okay. People have those.

Every single person has a self-destruct switch.

A button, that if you press it hard enough, they'll do all the work themselves.

All you gotta do is find it.

-And they'll kill themselves? -Sometimes.

Sometimes they'll just do something reckless.

Drive drunk, overdose, you know.

Kill someone else in a fit of passion.

And then, when they realize what they've done, they'll turn the gun on themselves,

or end up in jail, or psycho out. Whatever, it doesn't matter,

as long as they self-destruct themselves outta the picture.

[sighs] Jesus Christ.

Well, you asked.

So how do you do it?

I mean how do you determine wh-- what somebody's self-destruct switch is?

-What's gonna make them snap? -It's really not that hard.

All it takes is a little research.

A little intuition.

You gotta find that one thing that someone loves above everything else.

That one thing that we hang onto.

That thing that makes all the awful stuff we have to do and endure in life

worth the effort.

You find what it is, you insert yourself into their life, and you take that something away.

And just like dominos, everything else just falls.

It's a pretty particular approach.

Can't trace it back to the client.

No one knows who hired you.

But it's risky.

Because if you get close enough to someone to push their self-destruct button?

Ooh!

[Guy] You run the risk of getting caught in the explosion yourself.

Can I help you?

No.

-And everyone has one of these self-destruct switches? -Everyone.

You just gotta know them a little.

Okay.

So, what's mine?

I don't know.

You do.

Seriously, I don't.

- I barely know you. -That is such bullshit.

You just got Stu packing outta here, and you barely had anything on him.

Wait a minute.

-Is Stu gonna kill himself? -No.

No, no. I mean I doubt it.

I barely spoke to him.

Oh, okay. Okay.

But clearly you were able to determine what his switch was, right?

So,

what's mine?

I don't think you wanna know.

Are you kidding me? Of course I wanna know.

I mean, what if-- what if Stu hires some guy like you to come after me?

If I know what my switch is, then I can protect myself, right?

Come on.

Come on.

Okay.

Okay.

I think your switch has to do with time.

-With time? -Time.

You are a beautiful woman.

Oh. Thank you.

You're smart.

Too smart for this job.

-Yeah. -You're funny.

You're clever. Obviously well-educated.

You started your adult life with a wealth of possibilities.

But now some time has passed.

A lot of time.

And those opportunities that you'd hoped for either weren't taken advantage of

or just didn't present themselves.

So, you're stuck here.

Broke.

Working at a crappy diner.

Your beauty is fading.

Time is passing you by, and there's not a lot of it left for you to become something more

than you already are.

So, you dream of better things.

Read romance novels, flirt with guys nearly a decade younger than you.

You bear your dreary life because you're hoping that maybe it's not too late.

You're hoping that you still have a little time left to realize your potential.

So, your self-destruct switch is making you realize you don't.

I'm gonna get you that coffee.

Can I help you?

No.

Freak.

[Burt] Expecting company?

Yeah, Darci and a couple of other girls from the fundraising committee

are coming over tonight.

Why don't you play hooky from the bar and join us?

-[Teri] Oh, this was so great. -[Darci] Ah, so fun, thank you so much.

-Good night! -[Teri] Good night, sweetheart.

Thank you. Next time, we'll do my place, okay? Okay.

No, no, no, fuck that. Next time it's Planet Hollywood in Vegas.

Oh my god, you guys, if we're doing Sin City, we're totally gonna do Mandalay Bay.

Hey, Darci? Are you okay to drive?

Don't worry, I can see the road. I can see both of them.

-[chuckling] -Excuse me.

Wait, who's that?

You're the guy from the store.

Yeah.

I dunno who you think you are, but I am married to someone you do not wanna mess with.

I know exactly who your husband is, Mrs. Walker.

-[Darci] Teri, is everything okay? -Get rid of them.

Yeah, everything's fine. I'll see you guys later.

-All right, bye! -Bye.

[Guy] You alone in the house?

Yeah.

You sure?

-No party guests still lingering in the bathroom? -Yeah, I'm sure.

All the same to you if I go confirm that?

Yeah, fine.

Whatever.

Stay here.

[clears throat]

-You wanna grab those plates from the table for me? -Teri, we need to talk.

So, talk.

-It's a serious discussion. -I'll bet.

Doesn't mean I can't multitask, right? Hey! Watch it.

Your husband's a really bad guy, you're aware of this, right?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Of course you don't.

This is all a big mystery to you? The F.B.I.? What could we possibly want?

If you'll excuse me, I think I'll be giving our lawyer a call.

No need for that, be got Burt dead to rights.

He's gone.

You've arrested him?

No, not yet.

But we will.

Soon as I make the call.

You know your husband runs a lot of cash through that bar of his?

We'll be able to seize all your assets immediately.

You'll lose everything. The house, cars, all of it.

Of course, between the two of you, Burt will be okay because,

at least in federal prison, he'll have a roof over his head.

So what? Are you waiting for a medal or something? You think you got such a sure thing,

-why don't you go ahead and make the call? -Oh, is that what you want?

You wanna get rid of your husband? Because truth be told, I don't want him.

I want who he works for. I want The Organization.

See with what I got, I can nail your husband straight to that wall, easy.

But I can't touch them.

So, you want Burt to give up his bosses?

He tells you how to get them, and you let him go?

-Something like that? -Oh yeah, I'd love that.

But you know as well as I do that your husband would sooner dance in ladies' lingerie

than become an informer for us.

Am I right? No.

He'd never help us, no matter what it costs him.

But you.

See, I think you'd tell us anything.

Get the fuck away from me.

Teri. Teri.

-Teri! -I don't know anything.

I don't know anything about his business, okay?

And even if I did, wouldn't I be fucking crazy to tell you?

No, you would tell me, because you love your husband.

Because you wanna keep him.

Do you really give a shit about the faceless assholes that he works for? Really? Seriously?

Has Burt been acting funny lately? He knows we're closing in on him, Teri.

He's scared.

Are you okay with that? Or do you wanna help him out?

You know what? It doesn't matter.

Because, for the cheap seats now, I don't know anything.

No, no, no. That's not true.

See, you know a lot more than you think you do.

You may not realize it, but there's a lot of information

in that pretty little head of yours.

You just, yeah, you don't know how to apply it.

But I do.

Look, it's simple.

You help us out, we go after The Organization, and we leave your husband alone.

That's it.

Oh yeah, that's a great idea.

I testify, you leave him alone, and he does god knows what to me for doing it.

-Do you think I'm fucking crazy? -You won't have to testify.

No one will know.

You give us information, we run it down, and we build a case from there.

This never touches you.

No one will know.

Burt will never know.

It's my personal cell.

You wanna help us out? Wanna keep your husband?

Use it.

Excuse me.

[opens door]

[closes door]

[Burt] You alone?

What?

Oh, uh, yeah.

The girls left a little while ago.

I was just getting ready to pack it in for the night.

You, uh, staying in for once?

Yeah, I think so.

Should probably take your advice, take a night off.

Good.

Well.

I am bushed.

You, uh, you coming to bed?

In a minute.

Okay.

I'll see you in there.

[light cracking]

[humming]

[dripping]

[door closing]

Burt?

Burt.

-Babe. -Go back inside.

-Burt, what is it? -Go!

[revving]

[woman on TV] ...this morning are facing a four car pile-up on the one...

[man on TV] Hundreds gathered for a protest at city hall early this morning

in response to the recent "not guilty" verdict in the Dylan Grace shooting.

[phone vibrating]

The activist...

Hello, Teri.

How did you know it was me?

We're the F.B.I. That's kind of what we do.

Can I help you?

It's Burt.

You said he might be acting weird.

You said he-- he knows you guys are

closing in on him.

Yeah.

We are closing in on him, and I expect he does know it.

Last night when he came home I-

He was--

I've never seen him like that before.

Okay, okay, stay calm.

What happened, what'd he do?

He had a gun.

I thought maybe he was gonna shoot himself or maybe shoot me.

Why would he wanna shoot me?

Does he know that I talked to you?

Uh, where is he now?

-Is he still in the house? -No, no.

He left right after he came home

and he took off so fast he left marks in the driveway.

I've been trying to call him, but he's not picking up.

Your husband is in a really bad place, Teri.

Okay, he's caught between us and the men that he works for.

Now, if he would just cooperate with us, I can make it right.

But he won't.

That's why I came to you.

Teri?

Will you help us?

He would kill me.

He would kill me if I did that.

He'll never find out.

I can guarantee it.

[crying]

What do I have to do?

You give us an interview.

Couple of hours tonight at a neutral location.

Okay.

Where?

Do you have a favorite hotel downtown?

You? What the fuck do you want?

[Guy] Walker. Hey.

-You've been here all night? -[closing door]

Hey, look man, your wife texted me again today. I just thought you should know.

-That so? -Yeah.

She wants to meet at the Starlighter Hotel downtown, tonight.

She said she's getting a room for us.

What do you want me to do?

Hey! Look, this has to stop.

Okay, I'm not gonna be caught between you and your wife anymore, you gotta settle this.

Man up.

Okay, look, or don't.

Whatever, I don't care. I don't care what you do, but do something.

She's getting a room for us, and she's gonna leave me a key.

You meet me in the lobby at eight, and I'll give you the key and then I'm gone.

You use the key, and you finish this.

[opens door]

[closes door]

Room four-two-seven.

Go ahead, just take a seat. Relax.

My guys are gonna be here in ten minutes, all right? We're gonna record everything.

I hope you're okay with that, because that's just how it's gotta be done.

All right? We'll just rifle through a bunch of questions and get you out of here by ten.

Okay?

Fine.

Teri.

You know that you're doing the right thing here, yeah?

If you say so.

Talking to you behind my husband's back.

Well, what's a marriage without a little betrayal every now and then.

Am I right?

Have you ever been married?

No.

Well then you won't be offended if I tell you to go fuck yourself.

[scoffs]

All right, well, having never been married, I guess I'll have to.

Excuse me.

[clears throat]

Yeah.

Speaking.

Yeah, yeah, she's here.

Yeah, she's with me.

What?

Are you fucking--

Are you fucking kidding me? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[sighs] Okay.

Fuck.

-What is it? -We have a leak in the department.

Somehow, someone knows you're involved.

-What? -All right, you're not safe here.

We're gonna take you into custody.

You fucking asshole.

-This is bullshit! -Yeah, well I'm not thrilled about it either.

You said no one would know.

I was wrong.

Mother fucker, get off of your phone and look at me.

Does Burt know?

We have to assume he does, yeah.

My God.

Hey, we're gonna get you out of here, okay? We're gonna get you to a safe house,

but in order to do that, I have to go downstairs

and make sure that we have a safe way out of here.

You understand?

You've destroyed my life.

Hey, you understand?

Yeah.

I understand.

Okay. I-- I need a key to this room.

Over there.

Okay, give me ten minutes.

Don't let anyone else in here but me. This is it?

-Is this it? -Yeah.

Okay.

-You know how to use this? -Oh, my God.

Hey. Do you?

-In theory, yeah. -Okay well this is just in case, okay?

Safety's off.

Teri.

Before I come in, I'm gonna knock like this.

If you don't hear that, it's not me.

You use that.

Got it?

Hey! Got it?

Yeah.

Ten minutes.

[ding]

All right, she's up there.

Room uh, four twenty-seven.

I'll give you the key.

Do, uh, whatever you have to do.

Good luck.

I think you should join me.

What? No, no, no, that-- that's not a good idea.

Oh yeah, yeah, I think it is.

Walker, Walker? This is between you and your wife.

This has nothing to do with me.

Doesn't it though?

I have absolutely nothing to-- Oh, man, come on man.

Walker, just- slow down.

Here.

-What're you gonna do? -I'm gonna finish this.

Just like you said.

-You don't need me for this, okay? -Humor me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Walker, Walker, Walker, what do you want me to do?

Open it.

Oh, fuck.

This is crazy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's think about this.

No knock.

Go.

Teri! Teri, it's him.

It's him! It's Walker! It's...

How could you do this to me? How could you do this to me with him.

-Aw, fuck! -Burt, I was doing this for you.

Oh, I bet.

I bet you were thinking about me the whole goddamn time.

Yeah, and where the hell were you? You're out every night, all night!

[Burt] Don't give me that shit.

You weren't there.

And then this one comes along. What was I supposed to do?

What're you supposed to do? What do you think you're supposed to do? You are with me.

-Me! -Please, Burt.

-I love you. -[Burt] God damn you.

-Please. -Teri. Teri, shoot him.

He's gonna kill you, Teri.

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

Where'd you get that gun? Did he put you up to this?

No. No, no, no, no.

Is that really what you wanna do?

To shoot me?

Get me outta the picture?

-No. -Teri, shoot him.

-Shoot him right now! -Burt, I love you! I don't want any of this.

-I'm just scared. -Shoot him!

[Teri] I'm just scared.

Please.

Oh, fuck.

Something's come between us, Teri.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

-Yeah. -No, no, no.

-Uh, oh, no, no! -Let's get rid of it.

-No, no, no, no, no, no! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! -Yeah.

Whoa, no, no! I don't-- Jes-- Jesus fucking Christ don't-

-whoa, whoa, whoa, please, please, please... -Put this whole thing behind us.

Yeah.

Please, please. No, no, please, please, please, please.

-Please! -I love you.

Jesus fucking Christ! No, no, no, no! No! No!

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[reception] Hello sir, we've gotten some serious noise complaints?

-Yeah-- yes it was, uh, it was the T.V. -Oh, it's the T.V.?

Yeah, I-- I couldn't hear the dialogue,

so I cranked it up really loud, then the action part came in.

I understand sir, but from this point forward, would you mind lowering the volume?

Of course, we'll keep it down.

-Well, we appreciate it sir, thank you very much. -My apologies.

-You have a good... -It's okay.

Hey, it's okay, it's okay.

All right?

Look at me, Ter.

It's okay.

It's not easy, is it?

-That was hardcore. -I know.

Now you know why I don't wanna talk about my day.

Yeah. It really sucks ass.

It does.

-Burt, what about the cops? -Don't worry about it.

But there's so much blood, they're gonna know what we did in here, and I...

No, hey, hey, Ter, it's okay, it's okay.

We have a cleanup crew, it's just a quick phone call.

-But the Feds, what about the Feds babe? They're... -Hey, shh.

We're gonna move past this, you and I, okay?

You are the most important thing in my life, and nothing is gonna change that.

Ever.

We'll get through this.

Together.

Together.

Yeah.

And if you want me around more, if you need me to stay home more?

Whatever you need, you got it.

You're my knight in shining armor, Burt Walker.

You really are.

[gurgling]

You- you're welcome.

I guess.

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