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Open that damn bag, Lenny!

Fuck, that stinks.

There, that's enough.

Let's go. Okay.

(Laughter)

Smells like your shorts, Len.

(Laughter)

...baby, let's go inside...

...Guess I'm going to be that place you hide

...I'm gonna love you never fear...

...'Cause there's way better places to hide out here

(Engine falling)

Did you hear that?

No, man, let's just go. Drive. Drive, Lenny, drive.

(Horn honking)

(Laughter)

(Carla) Quit fuckin' around!

Momo! The teacher's going to come out! We're gonna get kicked out!

(Momo) The teacher kicks us out, I'm gonna run over that motherfucker!

(Carla) Quit fucking around, this isn't funny, Momo! Fucking asshole, stop!!

Okay, okay, I'll fucking stop. Just calm the fuck down, okay?

Ready?

Thank you. Ahhh!! Fucking asshole! Stop!

(Laughter, cheering)

(Carla) What are you doing?!

Stop, Momo!

(Cheering)

(Josh) Oh, hey, that was fun.

(Laughter)

(Josh) Oh, I'm gettin' shotgun!

You guys are fucking assholes.

What? Ohhh, that was awesome.

What the fuck's her problem?

Let's do it again!

One little, two little, three little Indians

Four little, five little, six little Indians

Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians

Ten little Indian tribes

Ten little Indian tribes

(Alan) Can you just drop me off right here?

(Debbie) Well, no. In front.

No. Here.

Well, here?

Mom, stop. Right here.

Ohh, here? Oh! Oh, oh...

(Laughs) Oh, don't be stupid, let me drop you off in front.

It's not funny, alright? It's bad enough

my truck's still sitting out there for everyone to see.

I'll talk to your Dad tonight, okay?

Am I picking you up?

I'll get home myself.

What is that supposed to mean?

I'm not five. I'll get a lift.

Alan!

Okay, fine.

(Horn honking)

Get off the road, man! Get off the road!

Go get your canoe! (Howls and laughter)

(Josh) Woo! What a day.

(Sheila) Alan.

Alan.

Alan, are you going to stop? Talk to me.

Look.

I think it's probably best if we just cool things down for a bit.

"Cool things"? What are you talking about?

You know I thought you said you weren't going to let your Dad control you.

You don't understand, okay?

Yeah, I understand. You can't make choices for yourself.

No, you don't understand.

You don't have to live with him, okay?

He... he gets crazy.

So that's it.

Yeah. That's it.

It's not the largest space, but it's yours.

It's not the largest space, but it's yours.

Welcome aboard.

Thanks.

Oh, my god.

What is that?

Um, it smells like shit.

Well, that's not right. Those kids...

Uh, the kids didn't do this.

I'm sorry, Leona. I'll get the janitor to come by.

Did Andy know I was going to be in this room?

Don't know. The band office knew.

I'm telling you, kids didn't do this.

Well, that's a pretty serious accusation, Leona.

I mean, this is a death threat.

Uh, we should call the cops.

(Laughs) What are they going to do?

Hey, supper's almost ready.

Where do you think you're going?

Rec centre. What for?

I told you, I have hip-hop class.

You didn't tell me you got hip-hop.

Mom, I gotta go. I'm late, okay?

What about supper?

You should come.

When was the last time you danced, huh? Come on!

(Laughter)

I don't wanna go.

Come on. Life's short, Mom. Life's short.

Come on! Life's short, Mom.

Life's short, Mom.

(Leonard) Fuck, it stinks.

(Rick) It's probably that fricking bison shit on your boots.

(Andy) Alright, disconnect the computers.

We're taking them with us. Fuck the cables.

What, are we fucking stealing them or what?

This is half my joint. How the fuck can I steal from myself?

Pack 'em up!

Andy, what the fuck? We're closed--

What the fuck are you two doing?

Easy, fat man. We're just giving the place an upgrade.

Daryl know you're here?

I don't need permission to walk into my own club.

This ain't your club. Put that shit down.

As of today, I own half of it.

Says who?

Says me. Now you phone your fucking boss,

and you remind him of our deal. Today's the day.

Now get the fuck out of here and get us some chicken wings.

Come on. Fuck.

(Daryl) Jumbo, what's up?

Yeah, Andy's here with his two bumfucks. Yeah, what's the big deal?

Well, uh, I don't know. He's fucking babbling about being the new owner.

Owner? What the-- And they're taking shit.

You tell him to get the fuck out of there! Okay.

And you make sure that asshole doesn't take a damn thing! Okay.

Fuck, I'm on my way. Alright.

Put everything down. Get the fuck out.

Jumbo, get your fat ass out of the way

or I'll beat you and your two retards

six ways from Sunday, and you fucking know it.

I'm not joking, Andy. I just talked to Daryl.

You're not allowed in here anymore.

We're not allowed in here anymore, boys.

Put 'em down. Fuck it. It's not worth it. I'll meet you out in the truck.

Don't worry. I'll be alright.

(Sighs)

Jumbo, I've never had a problem with you.

Get the fuck out.

But now you're holding that crowbar,

I definitely don't want a problem with you.

I just talked to Daryl the other day--

Give me that fucking thing.

Fuck you, Jumbo!

Fuck!

Fuck these fucking computers!

Fuckin' office!

Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!!!!

(heavy breathing)

(Exhales) Now we're not allowed in here.

Thanks, Wayne.

No problem.

(grunts)

Ah, geez.

(Laughs) Nice, huh?

Yeah, Gail told me.

Mmm. Thanks.

So what are you going to do about this?

About what?

Andy. This. The threat.

He's just trying to get to me. Obviously, I still get to him.

The grant for the rec centre landed. Andy's off to the bank.

Was it the whole amount?

Yeah. Five hundred K.

(Rick) Hey, Chief, you got an appointment?

I don't need a fucking appointment.

(Banker on phone) Quarterly reports come in Friday.

We'll have a better sense of things then.

Yeah, there's no point in getting ahead of ourselves

until we see the numbers.

(Andy) What's up, Teddy?

Uh, sorry. Uh, Jeff? Yeah, can you hang on a second?

Thanks, man.

Andy, I'm speaking with a client.

Well, uh, I don't mean to impose on your busy schedule,

but, uh, this is kind of important.

Now's not a good time. I've got an opening in about an hour

but right now I've got to ask you to leave.

(Sighs) Teddy, Teddy, Teddy.

How soon we forget.

When you visit the Roxy, do we ever make you wait for an hour?

Oh...

Do we not give you preferential treatment

the minute you walk in that fucking door?

(Laughter)

Teddy boy here is an old fan of, uh, the lap of luxury.

Ain't ya, Teddy?

Hi, Jeff, where were we. Yeah. Just--

Maybe you don't hear so good, Ted. I said this was important.

Have you lost your mind? You can't do this.

Andy, you can't just walk in here and

expect me to drop everything. You can't do it!

I just did it, Ted. You and I have some banking to do.

I just got a new grant. Now I want you to open our accounts,

and transfer the money into Walt's company. Can you do that for me?

Well, yeah. But you need the proper signatures for that.

You see Rick and Leonard here? They're members of my council.

They can do it.

Yeah, but a transfer now requires a third signature

and as Chief you can't sign.

That is a crock of shit. I've done this a thousand times

and it only takes two.

Hold--

Your previous Chief, she changed the signing authority.

Andy, you should know that.

Hey, Chief, I didn't know that.

(Andy) Well you fucking sign it then.

Or get your receptionist in here, she can sign it.

(Sighs) Look, er--

As acting Chief of Blackstone,

I hereby change the signing authority to two.

There you have it. A sworn statement.

Oh, you know you need a BCR to change it.

And for that you need a proper document signed by a member of council--

I got two right here.

Yeah. And your accountant. Ah, fuck.

Or your lawyer. Look, Andy,

things just aren't done that way anymore.

Goddamn it, I wish you'd called first.

You would've saved us both a lot of frustration.

(Clicks mouse)

There, okay. Norma DeLorme, uh, Greg... Greg Nepoose,

or Victor Merasty.

Any one of those signatures would be acceptable.

Just give me the fucking paper, Ted. Whatever I gotta sign.

I'll have a copy waiting for you at reception.

I'll get you your fucking signatures.

Prick.

I'm not going to get a signature out of Norma

or that fuckhead Nepoose without them asking a lot of stupid questions.

Well, it's not like some of it won't go to good use.

You could still complete the rec centre,

and still have plenty leftover.

I got a lot of shit to do. I'll talk to you later.

Yeah, sure.

He's not trying to take the whole nut, is he?

I thought it was just a skim like always.

I don't know.

My kids are going to use that rec centre.

There ain't going to be no rec centre, man.

He's going to draw it out for years.

He's just going to keep taking and taking.

Well, what the fuck does anyone but him get out of that?

I don't know.

(Daryl on phone) I'll take care of it. Stop fucking worrying.

Fuck, Angel. Let me handle it, alright? End of conversation.

Yeah, bye.

What's going on, Walt?

I'll tell you what's going on.

I don't trust him anymore. Hmm?

He does whatever he wants and assumes it's okay with me.

He thinks I'm a front to poach money out of Blackstone.

I'm a contractor, not a fucking money launderer.

Hey.

Don't you get fucking self-righteous with me.

You got that?

You made a shitload of money with him.

Wasn't a problem before.

Yeah? Well, nobody seemed to care before.

Now I've got people coming by.

- His band members asking questions... - So fucking what?

Look. I'll make it easy on you, alright? I'll pay you myself.

Okay? Nothing to do with Blackstone,

nothing to do with Andy.

Let's just cut him out.

Just like that?

Yeah. Just like that.

He's not just going to lay down.

I'm not just giving him a choice.

He's had six months to pay his fucking share.

Time's up for him.

He's your brother, man.

No. No, he stopped being my brother years ago.

Is the expansion really worth it?

I mean, where are you going to get that kind of money?

(Phone rings)

Don't worry about it.

Phone's ringing. It's already done.

How's Victoria doing?

She's good. She said she has a little Asian friend

at school now, or something.

(Laughs)

Must be weird for her.

(Leona) Hey, what's up?

Forget it.

Sheila.

I, I should probably go see what that's about.

Yeah, I gotta get going, too.

Yeah, okay. Um... thanks.

(Phone rings)

What?

How you doing, Vic?

Well, I'm smelling shit, as a matter of fact.

Hey, wasn't that you chasing around Hank's bison this morning?

(Chuckles) I got a call about that.

Anyhow, I need you to meet me in the city this afternoon.

It's band business. How about the bank at 2:00.

Band business. (Laughs) As if. You know,

you've got some balls, I'll give you that.

I got someone here that wants to say hi to you.

Say hi to your Daddy, honey.

Hi, Daddy.

Victoria?

Victoria?

You hear that?

You touch her and I'll kill you.

I'm not going to touch her, you idiot.

Where are you? Put Gloria on the phone.

She's not here. But that strapping young buck Vance is.

You wanna talk to him?

Where are you?

You know, she don't much look like you.

Are you sure she's yours?

This is too far. You'll regret this.

The bank. 2:00.

What are you planting?

Looks like a bunch of weeds.

Well, this, this is a spike plant.

The thing about flowers is you have to take care of them.

Yeah. You should get some weed killer.

That shit's toxic.

(Laughs)

No, you just... you just gotta

give them a little bit of attention, every day.

Sounds like you know about this shit.

This here's a perennial.

I thought you just said it was a spike plant.

This is a spike plant, this is a perennial.

That means that they come back every year.

You don't have to plant them again in the spring.

It's like they're dead and gone, but they're not.

It's beautiful.

They just go away for a little while...

Sheila? (Knocks) Are you in here?

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

What's going on?

Why do I have to pay for stuff that I have nothing to do with?

What happened?

Alan broke up with me.

Because of his Dad?

What do you think?

Right.

Do you want me to see if I can talk to him?

Do you want me to kick his ass?

I'd like that.

(Laughter)

(distant siren wails)

What the fuck?

(knocking)

Angel, let me in.

(hard knocking)

Angel, I know you're in there. Now let me in.

(Angel) Forget it!

I've got the money now. Everything's good. I...

I was just under a lot of pressure, okay?

All that's in here is a fucking mattress!

I know, I know. Just give me another chance.

I'm begging you.

Daryl's promised to help. He's finding me another place.

Really?

And he's going to furnish it.

Well, he is fucking nowhere without me.

Yeah, well he's got your Dad's money.

He doesn't need you anymore.

- Oh, really. - Yeah, really!

Angel, open the fucking door!!

(heavy breathing)

Open this fucking door, you bitch!!

Come in and have a seat.

Okay. I'm just here to help, so...

we can just have a chat.

Um...

Alan, Sheila is feeling like your Dad

is the reason you two broke up.

Is that accurate?

You don't have to live with him.

No...

but we might understand a little better than you think.

(Laughs) That's a stretch.

Do you care about her?

You can't even answer that?

Can I do anything to make this easier?

What is it that you think you can do? My Dad doesn't even like you.

You're just going to make things worse.

Seriously, guys. Like, things are not good.

Do you guys understand?

I gotta go.

Good. You should go.

- Yeah, I am going. - Well then, leave!

Yeah, I'm leaving!

Well, then, bye!

This is me going!

Okay, bye Alan!

Leaving! Ugh, you're so...

See, I told you it was a waste of time.

One of the best things in your life just walked out the door

and you want to let him go?

Where is she?

Where's who?

Look. You asked me to come meet you and I have. Now where's my daughter?

At home, I imagine.

You stay away from her.

Look, what kind of an asshole do you take me for?

Uncle Andy was just stopping in to say hi.

You do know that we're funding your wife's, excuse me,

your ex-wife's education. You know that, right?

You stay away from my family.

Family? Pfft.

What do you want?

All I want is a signature.

What are you up to?

What am I up to? I'm trying to run a reserve.

Build a rec centre. What do you think I'm up to?

I think you're trying to build one of your brother's strip clubs.

Just sign the money transfer. Please?

Right there.

Thank you.

You threaten me with my daughter again,

and I'll go to the cops.

You know where I live, Victor.

(Door chime)

Hey. Can we talk?

I'm the counsellor at the school now.

Good for fucking you.

I'm concerned about Alan.

You stay away from him.

He doesn't need your counselling-voodoo bullshit.

Got it?

I understand Andy has stopped him from seeing Sheila.

Mind your own fucking business.

What we decide is right for our son

is not even close to your concern.

No, Debbie, come on.

No! Who do you think you are?

And what the fuck do you know about raising kids?

I'm just trying to do the right thing here.

Your son shouldn't have to suffer

because of the differences between you and me.

Oh, please.

You judge me for being with Andy.

And now you're going to point your skinny little finger

at how I raise my son?

Debbie, shouldn't we just move on from all of this?

Take your healing bullshit and move on.

(Momo) S'up, bitch?

Crazy.

Hey, you should hop in. Go for a ride.

Or are you going to wait for Mommy.

I'm all good, guys. I'll walk. Thanks.

(Josh) Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in the fucking car.

Don't be stupid.

Yeah, man. It's all good.

We're just trying to help out, man. Get in.

(Josh) Can't leave a bro behind.

Yeeee-ha!!

(Josh) That's what I'm talking about, ha, ha.

It all goes into Walt's company?

(Andy) Every red cent.

And Victor signed this?

Give him a call, ask him.

No. It's just that he called earlier today

asking a lot of questions about band transactions

tied to Walt and your brother's expansion.

Your people aren't as relaxed as they used to be.

I don't have all day, Teddy.

Just make the fucking transfer, would ya?

Okay.

(Mouse click)

Done.

...If anybody wanna party

then get out on the road

leave your body and get naughty till your body is sold...

Hey, Josh.

Spark it up.

Let's light it up.

Woo-hoo!

Why don't you slow down a little bit.

Why don't you shut the fuck up. Ha-ha!

What, what's with you? Zap it up!

- Yeah, man. - Whatever, man.

I don't know about you guys,

but I'm wacked out of my fucking mind right now.

Woo-hoo-hoo!

(distant dog barks)

Well, she is trapped. I don't know what I was thinking.

I'm the last person in the world she would listen to.

It's hard to believe we were friends once, hey? Yeah.

It's hard to believe she'd stay married to that prick.

I mean, what is the big deal about Alan and Sheila?

I don't know. They're good kids.

They deserve a chance.

Mm-hmm.

Debbie sure has changed.

You've changed. Look at her now.

She's miserable, and you're not. Hmm.

Well, Alan's not there yet.

Sheila is the best thing that could've happened to that kid.

You know what, man? We should go to the Roxy.

I bet your uncle will set us up at his titty bar, you know?

Give him a call. He'll hook us up. Biiiitch.

Yeah, maybe some other time, guys.

Ah, you're no fucking fun, man.

We're going to go for a cruise now!

(Banging on door)

Shit.

Where's Victoria?

Hey, hey! Victor, Victor. She's gone.

Where?!

- Gloria took her. They took off. - Where did she go?

It's over, man.

We had a big fight.

After I let your Chief in the house, she fucking freaked.

She took all her stuff and left.

Where did she go?

She didn't tell me. She fucking went nuts, man.

So, so I let the guy in. He's the fucking Chief, right?

(Momo) I got my eye on you, Alan.

(Crazily imitates car sounds)

That's how you do it!

You guys, stop messing around. And don't be stupid.

(Screams wildly)

Fasten your seatbelts, motherfuckers.

Yep. Yep. Yeeaah.

Guys, it's not funny. Just, just let me out right here. I can walk the rest of the way.

Fuck that.

(Laughs) Yeah, fuck that.

Man, watch the road! Watch the road, hey! Stop the car!

You don't want to look at pussy, you don't want to get high,

what the fuck do you want then, man?

Man, pay attention.

Hey, don't tell me to watch the road,

I'm the one driving, so shut the fuck up back there.

What're you gonna do? Walk to the fucking gas station?

What is that?! Holy shit! Hey, watch out!!

Yeah, well... Andy's a dick

and he's always going to be a dick.

You know, speaking about dicks.

You need some good lovin' in your life, girl.

(Laughs) Whatever.

Serious. You know, you should, uh...

you should think about snagging Victor.

What?!

Yeah, c'mon. I mean, it's obvious he likes you.

It is not obvious.

Oh it is, too. To everyone else except you.

Pfft.

Wha-- have you been saucin'?

(Snickers) Yeah. I'm fuckin' hammered.

Okay, you know what? First of all...

he's not even divorced yet,

I think...

and two, he has a kid, and three, it's...

It's Victor,

and he's not my type.

And... it is not obvious. It's not obvious. You're crazy.

Yeah, well, you know. Crazy is as crazy does.

(Phone ringing)

(Laughs)

Hey, Stu, what's up?

What?

Well, whose car?

What was Alan doing with Momo and Josh?

Oh, my god, okay. I'll be-- I'll be there. Okay.

The boys were in an accident. I gotta go.

What do you want?

Walt, my good man, the eagle has landed.

(softly) Fuck.

More Blackstone money?

Well... technically, it's Blackstone money,

but it's from me to you.

We got the rec centre funding

and it's above and beyond what they needed.

So we can start building our club, right?

Walt.

What's the matter?

(Breathing heavily)

What's Daryl have to say about this?

Who gives a shit what Daryl has to say about it?

What's wrong, Walt? Spit it out.

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

(Chuckles)

You two are way apart on this. You have to work things out.

Look, I'm sick and tired of being caught in the middle.

I'm sick and tired of being your, your bitch.

(Laughs)

Ohhh... shit.

Alright, Walt. You wanna play hardball?

You sign that cheque back to me right now.

No, I won't do that.

That's Blackstone's money. That's going to the rec centre.

It's going to the rec centre.

I'll tell them everything, Walt.

Don't walk away from me, Walt!

Walt, I will fucking burn you!

Walt!! Fuck!

Hey.

How's Alan?

We're not sure. Debbie's in there with him.

Momo? Josh?

(soft groan)

What?

Oh, my god.

Oh.

Wh-- where's Andy?

We don't know. Debbie can't find him.

(Sighs)

He's okay. He's going to be fine.

Can I see him?

Yeah. Go on in.

Thanks for coming. Both of you.

Debbie, are you okay?

Yeah.

I just, um... I should've--

Hey, hey. Should've.. (Cries)

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

(Crying)

(Heavy breaths) ...Holy shit.

Hey.

Hey.

(Grunts)

I'm so sorry.

Don't ever do that again. (Laughs)

You scared the shit out of me.

Never.

(Gail's soft humming)

(Vocalising)

(Vocalising continues)

(Vocalising continues)

(Sobbing)

(Distant siren wails)

(Messy pour)

(sharp exhale)

Fuck.

Fuck. (Glass breaks)

Hey. Hey.

I'm leaving Blackstone.

What?

Wha-- why, what do you mean? Wha-- why?

I'm not sure what I'm doing here anymore.

Seriously.

What have I accomplished?

I'm off the council.

Andy shut down the rec center committee.

Victoria's gone.

This place is getting worse.

We got Phil Henry. (laughs)

You got Phil Henry. That was all you, Leona.

No, I didn't do it alone. Victor, you helped.

A lot of people helped.

Andy's just going to run this place into the ground.

And the people will just accept it.

Andy's shit is going to catch up to him sooner or later.

Victor, you can't-- You can't leave.

Why?

Because I need you.