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[mechanical whirring]

- [Jay] When I was a kid,
my mama had this dog.

It was a little poodle named
Sammy.

He used to do all kind a tricks
like

walk on his hind legs,
spin around in circles.

You know, all that cute
little poodle shit.

Then one day my mama was walking
him

and she ran into this pit
bull and it looked mean

but she gave it the benefit of
the doubt.

She put her hand out to pet
it and it growled at her.

Well little Sammy,

he wanted to protect her from
that pit.

So he started barking
at it and that was all

it took for that pit to put
little Sammy on his back,

wrap his jaw around his neck and
kill him.

Mama didn't do nothing about it.

She thought maybe it was Sammy's
fault.

He shouldn't a barked.

- Calvin?
- Hi, Amy?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You know, I forgot something
inside.

I'm just gonna run back in

and you know what, you can go
ahead.

I'm just gonna catch another
ride.

- Are you sure? I mean, it's all
good.

I don't mind waiting for you.

I'm not in a hurry or anything.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[anxious tones]

- [Jay] A couple of weeks
passed.

The pit did the same thing
to her neighbor's cat

and then to the laundromat
owner's dog.

Mama always felt guilty that

she never warned nobody about
pit.

♪ If one will stand up

♪ In the name

♪ Of the gun, of the gun

♪ In the eyes of a guilty
man his work is done ♪

♪ In the name

- You can't see me but
I can see you, Patrick.

- It's an invasion of privacy.

I can't even skinny dip anymore.

People think being a celebrity
is easy and they're right,

thanks to Alpha Nodrun Security.

- [Woman] I hate drones.

- [Man] What's up? The signal's
gone.

Where's my drone?

- [Man and Woman] Thanks,
Alpha Nodrun Security.

- That's it?

I like the fact that you're
using drones

as not only part of the
problem but also the solution.

- Yeah.

- Cool.

- We think we can start with

high end security for
clients like celebrities.

- How far along is it?

- Ready for you to try
a full-fledged demo.

- Do you think you guys could
take a trip up to Tahoe?

I've got a property up there
on the lake, about 10 acres.

- Absolutely, thank you
for the opportunity.

- Look, I get pitched
about 30 phone apps a week.

But as a venture capitalist,

I find your technology to be
refreshing.

- Well like the video
says, it keeps people out.

I'm not sure about the bears
though.

You know, Tahoe.

Bears.

Cabin.

- Thank you guys.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

[drone humming]

[anxious electronic music]

- I still need you to clean

and to restock the
bathrooms before you split.

- Yes sir.
- Okay.

[pills rattling]

- You taking a $15 an hour
stroll?

I got a Tom Cushing on
the line in there for you.

That's your probation officer,
right?

- 97, that's how many days you
got left

not to violate and fuck up your
parole.

- Yeah.

- A parolee starts missing
meetings

and showing up late for work,
my mind starts to wonder

that maybe I oughta to start
mentioning some of this

shit in my reports, you
know, just to cover my ass.

I don't think either one
of us wants that, do we?

- Listen, I'm not gonna
say anything if you don't.

- Just make sure your ass is
at that meeting tonight, man.

- I gotta go.

- [Gary] I'm Gary, I'm an
alcoholic.

- [Group Members] Hey, Gary.

- The holidays are coming up.

Crazy, right?

Needless to say, the
holidays are tough on me

and I know a lot of you
feel the same way and so

let's just be especially there
for one another right now.

You know, I wouldn't make
it through without you guys.

Thank you.

- [Group Members] Thanks, Gary.

- Anyone else?

Kyle?

- I don't really wanna talk
about it.

That's it.

- Thanks, Kyle.
- Thank you, Kyle.

- How about the birthday boy

with his brand new six year
chip?

Hold up your chip, Pete, come
on.

[group members applauding]

- Say it, Pete.
- Yeah, Pete.

- All right, I guess I'll go.

My name's Pete and I'm an
alcoholic.

- [Group Members] Hey Pete.

- I used to think drinking was
my problem,

then I met Gary and I quickly
found out I was full of shit.

- Quickly? I think it
took about a year, Pete.

[group members laughing]

- It turns out my issue was
anger.

Justified anger is the worst
kind of anger for an alcoholic

and I found that out the hard
way,

across the Bay in San Quentin.

Which I do not recommend, by the
way.

- Yo Pete, wait up.

Hey, I wanna talk to you.

- I'm sorry, I gotta get to
work.

- I thought you just came from
work.

Oh, you're still working at that
bar?

No wonder you've been
missing meetings lately.

Your PO know about this?

You know, he called me this
morning,

asked about you and I
gotta tell him the truth.

- I get it, it's not your fault.

If you gotta tell him the
truth, tell him the truth.

I'm just letting you know I'm
just

trying to make the fucking
rent this month, okay?

- You hang out in a
barber shop long enough,

you're bound to get a haircut,
Pete.

- All right, you're right.

Listen, I will give my notice
soon, okay?

- All right, man. You
do what you gotta do.

[soft piano music]

[people laughing]

[mid tempo electronic music]

- Hey, Fiona.
- Pete.

What are you doing here?

- What do you mean what am I
doing here?

You know I always work the dead
shifts.

- Oh no, I didn't know that.

I was actually pretty
slammed about an hour ago.

Oh by the way, thank you

so much for switching shifts
with me.

I started teaching this
killer hot yoga class

on weeknights and Thursday's
my only free night.

Oh my god, do you take hot yoga?

You,

nevermind.

- What?

What the fuck?

Todd, you got a mistake
here on the schedule.

You've got Fiona on Thursday
nights. That's my night.

- No, no, no, she's
killing weeknights, man.

- Yeah well ever since you
took weekends away from me,

Thursday night's my only
good night, it pays my bills.

- There's a thing called
Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter.

You know how to use those?

Because I don't think you do.

Fiona on the other hand, she's
whip smart.

She's kicking ass and she's
promoting the hell out of us.

It's like quadrupled our crowd.

Now we're pouring $11 Moscow
mules out of copper cups, man.

I do not want to go back to Bud
Light.

- Todd,

I am social.

You know me man, I keep
the drinks pouring.

- All right guys, I am closing
out here.

Pete is going to take care of
you for the rest of the night.

- Aren't you rent-controlled
anyway?

- Yeah, for now.

- [Fiona] All right.

- Hey, I can do that.

[anxious electronic music]

- Hi Susan.
- Are you on your way home?

- [Harold] Yeah.

- [Susan] Ed and Karen
are coming over for dinner

tomorrow night and
apparently Ed doesn't do

California wines and that's
all we have in the cellar.

- All right, what kind do you
want?

- [Susan] Why don't you
pick up a nice fresh zin?

[bass-booming rap music]

- [Harold] Hi there, can
I help you with something?

[spits]

- You got a stain on your pants.

- What's up, blood?

Homeboy's staring.

Do the test, right there, right
there.

[anxious warbling tones]

[car engine revs]

[tires screeching]

[engine rumbling]

- If you call the cops,
they ain't gonna do nothing.

I ain't got nothing on me.

They show up and rescue
me from beating your ass,

I'll find you, I never
forget a face, you hear me?

You square ass "Modern
Family" looking mother fucker.

Hey, you hear me?

[thud]
[grunt]

What the fuck, man?

What's your fucking problem?

No, no, no.

[thudding]

- Motherfucking hella bubbly,
bitch.

Bam.

Come on man.

- Are you over 21?

- Bitch, what you think?

- Yeah, I believe you.

Why you celebrate?

- It's my lucky day.

- You want box?
- No, I'm good.

- [Pete] Excuse me.

- Fucking Old Navy motherfucker.

- Gee [laughs], that
paper from this morning.

That old news by now.

- Yeah well, ever since I lost
my cable,

that's the only entertainment I
have.

- It's free, take it.
Don't worry about it.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, take it.

You don't have a smartphone,
huh?

- A smartphone? [scoffs] No.

And I intend to keep it that
way.

You have a good night Mr.
Wong, thanks for the paper.

- Yeah, no problem, you too.

[anxious electronic music]

- [Natalie] Hey dad,
sorry, I tried calling

you at work but I must've just
missed you.

Todd said he sent you home
early since it was slow.

Anyway, just checking to make
sure

you're still coming to Oakland
to see my show tomorrow.

Also Sean wanted me to tell you

that he thinks you should sell
Big Blue,

stop driving across the damn
bridge

and just move to Oakland
with the rest of us.

There's a few more things we
wanted

to go over for the wedding, so
call me.

- 20, 30,

50, 60,

70.

It was a shit night.

[baby cooing]
- Oh, what is he doing?

Do it again, do it again.

[baby crying]

[car horn blares]

[knocking]

- Peter.
- Hey Ned.

- I thought best to tell you in
person.

- You're selling the building, I
heard.

- Actually the building's sold.

- Oh.

- So I wanted to drop by and
give you

as much of a headstart as I
could.

I know how hard it is to
find a new place to live.

- [Pete] How soon are
we talking here, Ned?

- [Ned] You got a place to go?

- Oh, you gotta be fucking
kidding me.

- [Ned] No, I wish I were,
Peter.

I'll have a relocation check for
you asap.

- Come on, baby.

[engine revs]

That a girl.

[relaxed electronic music]

♪ I'll always be there

♪ For you

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a very special
guest in the house tonight.

He's an Oakland native
and he just so happens

to be my dad all the
way from San Francisco.

Dad, come on up here.

- Sore throat.

- So dad.

- What do you want?

- True confession, I
had an ulterior motive

for asking you to join
me on stage tonight.

- Not just to embarrass your
father?

- I'd really like it if you

sang a duet with me at the
wedding.

- What, what are you, crazy?

- No, it's not crazy. It'll be
amazing.

- I don't know, it's 150 people.

- And I'll never ask for
anything from you ever again.

We'll rehearse twice a week.

- I don't know, I haven't done

anything like this in a
long time, ever since-

- She would want you to do it.

- Ah Jesus, okay.

- Really?

- Yes, but I'm not gonna dance.

- Fine but you're still coming

to the party tomorrow night,
right?

- Oh, you mean the
pre-wedding party party?

- Yes, that's the party.

All of my friends are gonna be
there.

They haven't seen you in years.

- I wouldn't miss it for the
world.

- Nice, I'm dancing like a
goddamn jabberwocky at the
party.

- That's exactly why I'm gonna
leave the dancing to you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- To having a good time.

- So my offer still stands.

If you want it to be a
surprise for Natalie,

I could teach you to dance.

For real, no look, I don't
know if you know this but

you're white and so you may need
my help.

- I think I'll pass, okay?

But hey, listen.

On a more serious note,

I didn't want to say
anything in front of Natalie.

- You're not dying, are you?

- Dying, what? No.

Fuck no, what the fuck? No, I'm
not dying.

- You can't hit me with that
heavy shit.

- Ah shit dude, no.

I saved up some money, I want
to give you guys some money.

- Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

My parents got this, bro.

Natalie didn't tell you?

Look okay, I know traditionally
the father

of the bride is supposed to-
- Go on.

- Pete.

- Hey look, your parents are
great, okay?

It's just ever since I got
back in Natalie's life,

it's been really hard to do that

and I owe her so much, I owe you
so much,

I'm gonna owe you when
I get older even more.

- No man look, we love
you bro, we love you.

Come on, man.
- I appreciate that.

But I want you to take this
money

and maybe use it for a
honeymoon or whatever, okay?

- All right.

Thanks man.

I really wish you still drank,
bro.

- Oh no, you don't.
- What?

- No, you don't.

- I could drink you under the
table.

- I'm sure you could but I'm
gonna tell you right now,

you don't even wanna see me try.

All right.
- Thanks, Pete.

[urine trickling]

- A gruesome discovery
has people in this quiet

San Francisco neighborhood
feeling a bit uneasy.

- Are you with me?

Oh, Harry.

- [News Anchor] Police
were called to an alley

off 40th Street at around
5:00 a.m. this morning-

- Oh come on, Harry.
- Discovered a body-

- Hey, you're the one that set

the quota for three times a
week, not me.

- [News Anchor] 33 year old
Frederick Ross of Oakland.

- I thought it was four?
- Help out our investigators,

please do contact the San
Francisco Police Department.

- I know we are going through a
drought

but I feel like too bad, I am
gonna take

a 20 minute shower and
I don't give a shit.

The environmentalists can suck
my dick.

So talking about politics,
I think tomorrow the editor-

- Yeah, okay.

[muffled Susan speaking]
[anxious tones]

- [Susan] If Philip from
the Valley can't help

end gun violence, I don't know
who can.

- We can do anything we want.

[jazzy trumpet music]

I said "Of course it's
quiet, it's a fucking Tesla."

[people laughing]

- This is a damn good zin.

Where'd you say you got it from
again?

- France.
- Yes.

- That's the last bottle right
there.

- Oh no.

- You're just going to have
to drink a little slower, Ed.

Maybe that way you can actually
savor it.

[phone chiming]

♪ Let it be the thing that I am
♪

- [Susan] Honey.

Please unplug, we have company.

- That's okay, that is the
society we live in now.

We all have to update
our status at all times.

- [Susan] Well, Harold
doesn't do social media.

- [Ed] That's 'cause he's a
grownup.

- Shut up Ed, you have a
Facebook and a Twitter page.

So why don't you do social
media?

- I think it brings out
the worst in humanity.

- How so?

- It makes everyone think
they're special

but deep down, everyone's just a
troll.

That's why people on the
internet love anonymity because

they can finally feel free
to say whatever they want.

It's kinda like guns.
- Harry.

- Guns and trolls, wow,
this zin is incredible.

It's taking us down a rabbit
hole.

[women laughing]

- People don't carry guns for
protection.

What they really want is for
someone

to give them the excuse to use
it.

Go on, burglarize my house.
Let's see what happens.

Snatch my purse.

You make them pay the ultimate
price

just for fucking with the wrong
person.

That is everyone's fantasy,
right?

[Susan laughs nervously]

- Tell us how you really feel,
honey.

- You know, I want to propose a
toast.

To your Foundation from Silicon
Valley to Washington DC,

sensible gun law change is
coming

and it's all because of your
generosity.

- At the end of the day, we all

just want the world to
be a safer place, right?

- Cheers.
[glasses clanking]

[phone ringing]

- Sorry.

Hello?

- Honey.

- Mind if I just check my phone?

- I have to take this.
- Please don't be long.

I am sorry.

- [Rep] And my last
question, what is your name?

- Harold Price, June 23rd, 1963.

- [Rep] And do any of the
charges

look suspicious to you or
are they all occurring-

- No, all of those charges are
correct.

- [Rep] Okay, thank you sir

and your other account looks
correct?

- Yes, both accounts.
- Okay, great.

So nothing looks suspicious?
- No.

Everything seems normal.

- [Rep] Is there anything
else we can help you with?

- No thank you.

[relaxed guitar music]

- [Susan] Harold, come
on, we're ready to eat.

Where are you?

Harold, you're embarrassing me.

- [Harold] Sweetheart, can you

just apologize to Ed and Karen
for me?

- [Susan] Is that the garage
door?

Where are you going? We have
company.

I told you to be back soon.
- Honey, I'm sorry.

I had to get to the office.

Just please keep our guests
happy.

Keep the wine flowing.

- [Susan] What am I
supposed to do here by mys-

- Credit?
- Yeah.

- [Mr. Wong] Chip card, just
insert.

- You don't check ID?

- You have gray hair,
you're over 21 I think.

Have a good night.

- That your security camera?

- Why?

- [Harold] Where do you
keep the recordings to that?

[car horns blaring]

[electronic beeping]

[soft anxious music]

- [Cinnamon] I'm Cinnamon,

this is Crystal. What's your
name?

- [Sherman] Harold.

- I am so fucking wasted.
- Fuck yeah, you are.

Boo yah.
- How'd you get that-

- Shh.

- You're so odd.
- Don't trip, baby.

Harold ain't got no limits.

You know what I'm saying?

Come here, girl.

- Piece of shit.

- Hey box boy,

how about you show me what
they charge in prison?

- What are you doing here?

- You thirsty?

- [Pete] So a guy gets beat

to death with brass knuckles, so
what?

- So what? Nobody uses brass
knuckles.

Well, almost nobody.

- It doesn't mean it's the same
guy.

- I don't believe this.

If I gave you this
information six years ago,

you would've gone batshit crazy.

- Yeah well, two years in
prison will do that to do.

- Do what?

- Make you think twice about
doing

something stupid, like listening
to you.

- That's not the only
thing you did in prison.

You hit that commissary every
night, huh?

What'd they give you, your
last meal every fucking night?

- Suck my dick, Jack.

I know I'm a fat fuck, okay?

You and Catherine still in
Petaluma?

- Oh yeah.

God, it's great.

Do you want to know what
the highlight of my day is?

I wake up every morning and I
don't get

a blow job from my wife and I
usually take

a shit about the size of
the Transamerica Pyramid.

But the highlight of my day
is I go down to my local

Starbucks and I watch my
favorite barista frappe my 'cino

and when she's doing it, I
just grab a little glimpse

of her perfect apple ass
and then everything else

goes downhill from there
because that's what fucking

happens when they give you
early fucking retirement.

I gotta tell ya, Pete,

there's not a day that
goes by that I don't think

I wonder if this is the
day I'm gonna take my Glock

and blow my fucking
brains out from boredom.

- Jack, what are you doing here?

Obviously I don't have
any money to give you.

I mean you're wasting your time.

- Money?

Pete, if I wanted money, I
wouldn't be

looking for clients next
to a dumpster, no offense.

I still have connections in the
LPD.

- What's that?

- That is a list of Fred
Ross' known associates.

- Who the fuck is Fred Ross?

- Who the fuck is Fred Ross?

The drug dealer who got
his head bashed in with

brass knuckles, now maybe
the murder was personal.

Maybe someone on this
list is your guy, Pete.

- Why would he resurface 25
years later?

- Do you watch the news?

Are you watching what's
happening in the world today?

Everybody hates everybody, Pete.

Everybody's mad about
everything.

There's road rage and Twitter
wars.

It's not hunky-dory like
it used to be, it's not.

And beyond that, this is for
Sharry.

Now you said she deserved this.

This mother fucker
deserves the death penalty

and we're gonna give it to him.

- Just like last time, huh?

- Okay,

you accidentally sent the wrong
guy

into a coma for a couple days.

- Five days, Jack.

Five days he was in a coma but
you want to go ahead and tell

yourself that so you can sleep
at night, fine, kudos to you.

For me, it wasn't worth it.

- It got you sober.

- Don't give me that
silver lining bullshit.

Hey,

hey,

Natalie's getting married in a
month.

- No shit.

I'll bet I wasn't invited,
I'll send a toaster.

I'm sorry Pete, I don't know why

I'm being a fucking asshole,
especially about that.

I'll bet she's beautiful
just like her mom, huh?

Please give her my
congratulations all around.

- Yeah okay, thanks.

Hey listen, you know, I
should be going anyway.

- Hey.

Even a broken clock is right
twice a day.

Pete.

It wasn't your fault.

[anxious violin music]

♪ And you go strong and true

♪ Baby blue

♪ Eyes

[baby exclaiming]

- [Sharry] Good girl.

♪ Are always shining on you

[Sharry clapping]

Thanks, I've got tapes for sale.

Buy me a beer and I'll
give you a discount.

- This is about as dead as
I've ever seen in this place.

Look at this fucking place.

- [Pete] Next week man, better
flyers.

- There's not gonna be a next
week.

[soft piano music]

[knocking]

- It's just a check.
- Just a check for 15 G's.

Kicking you out, huh?

- [Pete] Yeah.

- [Sean] Man, like I said,
you're more

than welcome to stay with
Natalie and I.

- [Pete] They're gonna have to
drag

me outta here kicking and
screaming.

- [Sean] You know what?

Maybe you should talk to Natalie

before you think about moving in
with us.

- At first, I didn't even know
it was him.

Almost nothing left of his face.

As I said, it was something
metal that killed him

like brass knuckles or
something like that.

He lived in San Francisco
for his whole life and

he work here for 40 years.

Who would do this?

- A drug dealer, an
Asian liquor store owner.

The only thing these two guys
have

in common is somebody
smashed in their faces.

- I don't know, it might be
nothing

but Mr. Wong's nephew said-

- There's no security
footage at all, you know why?

The son of a bitch stole
the security cameras.

It's all gone. It's a
dead end for us, buddy.

- Thanks.

Ah, fuck it.

- Hey Harry, can I get the email
addresses

of the donors we're meeting this
weekend?

I called but the guy's wife is
real judgy.

You know, one of those artsy
trophy wives.

- Phil?
- Yeah, Phil.

She's probably bitter that she
couldn't

put that $200,000 arts degree to
use.

It reminds me how grateful I am

that I transferred over to
marketing.

- You definitely dodged that
bullet.

[phone chimes]

- I thought you said you didn't
like anal.

- What are you talking about?

- The charges on your credit
card, Harry, I saw them.

Porn and strippers, really?

- It was a bachelor party.

- Sure it was.

We're starting therapy again.

I'm calling Dr. Berberich
first thing in the morning.

- That's really not necessary.

- Yes, it is.

You know, if I could strap a GPS

to your dick, I would do that
too.

[anxious tones]

[urine trickling]

- How soon are you looking to
move?

- Soon.

Yeah, real soon.

So on the phone, you said it was
1650.

Is there any wiggle room in
there?

- 2650.

- Jesus.

What's the deposit?
- 3500.

- So you want 6150 to move in
here?

- It's a remodel, notice
the granite countertop?

Yeah.

I'll be in touch.

- Want an application?
- Suck my dick.

[engine revving]

- I would totally pick you
up but people are gonna

start arriving any minute and
I'm not done cleaning yet.

Sean doesn't get home 'til 5:30.

- Yeah no, listen, I'll just
take the bus.

- No, no, no, no, no,
no. That's ridiculous.

I'm gonna call you an Uber.

- Oh honey, don't waste your
money.

- Too late, the driver is en
route.

His name is Trevor,
he's in a silver Prius.

- Really, that's it?

- That's it, welcome to the 21st
century.

I have a feeling you're gonna be
hooked.

[heavy metal music]

- Yo.

Trevor?

Anyway, so here I am about
to be officially homeless.

Not even Oakland is affordable
anymore.

I'm gonna have to ask my
daughter

if I can crash at her place for
awhile.

- So is that what they
call gentrification?

Urban renewal, racial
dislocation.

I thought that shit only
happened to black people, man.

That's shit's crazy.

- [Pete] Yeah well, my bills
don't see color apparently.

- That's rough.
- What about you?

What's your story?

- Born and raised in
Oakland just like you,

except if I came up in the
public housing zone, you know?

Same as any other ghetto though,
you know what I'm saying?

Crime, crack, drugs,
prostitution,

all out in the open and shit,
man.

I was like this ain't no way to
live, man,

so I got my act together, got
me a little degree online.

I'm just doing this little
driving thing right now, man.

You know, just trying to pay
back these student loans.

I'm just grinding, man.

- You and me both, huh?

I'll tell you,

a lot of people out there
got it easy compared us.

You know what I'm saying?

- That's one way to look at it,
man,

but you know, it's about
perspective though.

Remember what Teddy Roosevelt
said, right?

- [Pete] No, what'd he say?

He said "Comparison is the thief
of joy."

Right?

That's some motivational therapy
for you.

Hey man, you ain't got nowhere
to be.

I mean like right this second,
right?

You mind if I pick up my
cousin right quick, man?

He gonna be coming up
over here on the right.

- Yeah sure, I guess.
- Right on, man.

Appreciate it, man.

Do you mind?

[heavy metal music]

- Hey, hey, hey.

This isn't the way.

Oh shit.

- [Officer] Target's
gonna be a black male,

30, gray hoodie.
- Damn boy.

- [Officer] Under a flannel.

- I ain't no diamond tester but

to me man, that shit look
realer than a motherfucker.

What the fuck you rolling around

with a diamond ring in
your pocket for, Pete?

- It's my wife's, she's dead.

- She won't me missing it then,
huh?

[car horn blaring]
- Asshole.

- Are you serious right
now? Everything's about you.

We just went to your fucking one
man show.

- [Pete] You don't wanna
go, you don't have to go.

- No, that's not what I mean.
- No, fuck it.

- What are you?

I thought you quit.

Slow down, please.

You know I hate it when
you drive like that.

Get off that car's back.

- [Pete] It's just a cigarette,
Jesus.

- [Sharry] No, it's not just a
cigarette.

Why don't you just grow the fuck
up?

What are you doing?
- What does it look like?

- I don't know, behave like a
fucking man

and not feel like such a
victim all the fucking time.

What are you?

Pete.

What are you doing?

- [Pete] Look, just take the
baby home.

- I am sick and tired of being

strung along in your life dream.

What about my life?

I'm done.

- Man, get him the fuck up out
this car and let's roll, man.

Make that nigga seasick while
you at it.

- Get your fat ass out the car.

You ain't got no more
money tucked, do you?

What's this?

Speak up, fool.
- What it looks like.

- Are you a cop, Pete?
- A cop?

Far from it.

- Cuz, check this out bro.

- If you ain't no cop,

what you're doing with these
files, Pete?

- Trying to find the
guy that killed my wife.

- And you think one of the names
here

is the person that killed your
wife, huh?

- Probably not.

But maybe one of those guys know
who did.

- What if I told you I know
one of the names on here?

What if I told you I
might be able to help you?

- I'd say you've got my
attention.

- Yeah, but what you got for me?

Pete,

come on, man.

You rolling around with diamond
rings,

envelopes full of cash and shit.

I'm sure you got something more,
man.

- I got a Volvo.

You know how to drive stick?

[engine rumbling]

- [Jay] This whip is perfect,
ain't it?

- For what?

Man, when are you gonna
introduce me to your friend?

- Didn't I say I would do it?

Let me ask you something.

You ever wore glasses before,
Pete?

Man, what's up, man?

That nigga's truck right there.

What's up with this fool Sherm,
man?

- I don't know, he probably
up there catching VD.

- I assume this Sherm is one
of the names on our list?

- You gonna have to season them

questions a little bit more
moderately, you feel me?

Sherm get in this car
and you start asking him

all them questions, man, he
gonna think

you some kinda narc or
something, man.

He ain't gonna tell you shit.

- Not to mentioned it
might get you capped.

- [Jay] And that shit's real.

- And what exactly is this job?

- Don't trip, all right?

It's just some petty
larceny, that's all we doing.

I'm gonna ask you to
drive the Bronco for me.

- Doesn't sound like part
of the original deal to me.

[heavy metal music]

Is this all part of the Prius
gammick too?

This music.
- What about it?

- It doesn't really seem
like you'd be, you know,

the type of fucking guy that
would listen to shit like this.

- Fuck, I'll keep it 1,000 with
you, boy.

What type of cars you be seeing

punk ass white people driving
nowadays?

Prius's, Leafs.

Ever since I got this shit, man,

the police ain't fucked
with a nigger, man.

- It's true, ever since he got
the Prius,

he ain't never been stopped by
the police.

- Then I went like this, I
was like well fuck it, man.

I'm a go all the way in, you
feel me?

I got me some fucking
thick ass fucking glasses,

some tiny shirts and tiny jeans,
nigga.

Took this bitch, put a fucking

Key Tahoe blue sticker
on the back and shit.

- White folks be loving
some blue ass licks.

- Don't they?

Them mother fucks will jump off

bridges on they birthday
for that bullshit.

Then I was like all right nigga,

I got my little outfit, you feel
me?

Now a nigga needs some theme
music.

So I said all right, what's the
whitest

fucking music you ain't
never gonna hear some

niggas from Oakland playing
when they riding around?

Heavy metal, nigga.

When it hit me, nigga, shit man,

I started going into the
archives,

like what music can I find?

That's when I get my Matt
Pinfield on, you feel me?

You know what was crazy?

I started actually liking that
shit, bro.

Like early Judas Priest
and fucking Slayer,

some Black Sabbath, man.

I even like some shit by White
Pride, man

and I started going to their
concerts and all that shit.

We went with these
little white broads, man.

They took niggas down to this
fucking Lyles Rockney show.

We was all in the mosh pit and
shit, boy.

We were fucking stomping on
these white boys heads and shit.

Mother fucker jumped up,

he was like "Fuck yeah
bro, do that shit, man."

I felt like I discovered
another part of myself in there.

Like a spiritual part, you feel
me?

- That's real.

- You look like you're ready

to take it up a notch, right
Harold?

'Cause I was thinking we
could go out to my car.

- What, you don't know?

You know, you know.

Yeah, let's do it.

- Sherm.

- Shit.

Yo baby, Harold's gotta roll.

- [Jay] I've been texting
your ass for 30 minutes.

[heavy metal music]

- Hey yo Jay, can you switch

the music to something more
chill?

Like Dave Matthews or something?

- What?

Man, fuck Dave Matthews.

That mother fucker be playing
eight minute solos and shit.

You sitting in the stadium,

your ass will fucking fall
asleep.

- I fucking like Dave Matthews.

Do I know you?

- No.

- I feel like I've seen you
somewhere.

- That's the tweak, nigga.

- Pointillism, y'all.

That's all we in it for,
pointillism.

- Say what?
- Pointillism.

You don't know what that is?

- Take an art history lesson,
nigga, damn.

- When we get up in this spot,

don't touch shit up on this real
estate.

We don't need no cash,
we don't need no jewels.

All we looking for is
these two George Seurat

paintings from the
French Impressionist Era.

Pointillism is the style
that they credit him with

that he came up with
because he would use these

tiny paint dots to
create his masterpieces.

He revolutionized the game, man.

- I thought you said this was
big, homes.

- [Jay] It is big, fool.
Fuck you think we doing?

- I don't need no fucking art.

I just hit the jackpot with this

rich motherfucker's plastic I
stole.

Got some ladies, some
mother fucking champagne.

- You drank it all and them
bitches ain't even here, right?

See when the dollar collapses
and the Fed calls in

the country's debt and quits
printing big faces, man,

everybody's gonna want
to have put their money

into some shit that actually
holds some value, man.

Like some fine art, some land,
some water or some shit, man.

Can't do no shit with no fucking
strippers and credit cards.

- Alright, Wall Street.

As long as I get my 20%.

What the fuck you keep
staring at, old man?

- I finally figured out
where you know me from.

- Oh yeah, where's that?

- Ross, you know me through Fred
Ross.

- The liquor store, that's
how I know your ass.

You bumped into me at the liquor
store.

- Yeah, I don't think so.
- No, it happened.

Jay, how do you know
this motherfucker, man?

I'm not liking this shit right
now.

- Nigga, shut the fuck up.

This ain't no competition,
it's a cooperation, man.

He the driver, that's why he
here.

That's all your white ass need
to know.

I'm a make it simple for you,
Pete.

Text me on this phone
after you make sure that

there ain't no house sitter
up in here or some shit.

We gonna come through in the
Prius.

We gonna come out with the
shit two minutes later.

You gonna call me and slowly
drive us up to the Prius.

Prez gonna be parked up like a
mile away.

Then from there, you leave.

We don't have no contact
for at least a week, got it?

- [Pete] All right, I got it.

[anxious tones]

[heavy metal music]

- [Prez] Y'all got two minutes.

- Fuck this, I'm calling
Natalie.

How the fuck do you dial on this
phone?

- I'm not liking this.
[building alarm blaring]

- [Officer] There's somebody
breaking in on Starks.

[baby crying]

[gunshot booms]

[engine revving]

[gunshots booming]

- Let's go.
- Let's fucking go, fucker.

- I'm trying!

It won't start.

- Come pick us up near the car.

- [Prez] Man, hurry up!

[tires screeching]

[tense electronic music]

Man, let's go, come on, come on.

[train horn blares]

- Fuck man.

I'm bleeding out, Jay,
this look bad to you, man?

- I ain't no fucking doctor.

How the fuck I'm supposed to
know?

- You gotta get me to a
hospital.

Drop me off at Highland.

- [Prez] What's the plan?

- The cops gonna think the
Volvo was stolen anyway.

So we ain't gotta trip on that.

The only thing I'm worried
about is this whip right here.

- You fucking hear me?

We gotta get me to a hospital.

Highland's 10 minutes from here.

- Shut the fuck up, you
trigger-happy mother fucker.

We go to Highland, we all go
down.

- I'm a fucking kill
you when this is done.

That's right, look away you
fucking bald fat piece of shit.

This is all your fucking fault.

- Tell you what? Why don't
you fucking try it, huh?

I'll fucking crack your skull
open

Just like I did your
little buddy Fred Ross.

- You didn't kill Fred Ross.
- The hell I didn't.

- Dude in the Tesla killed Ross

and you ain't driving no Tesla.

- What?

What'd you say?

- Sherm?

I know this white boy
didn't just die in my car.

- That's not good.

[anxious electronic tones]

[car horns blaring]

- [Crystal] What can I get you?

- How long ago did my friend
Harold leave?

- Who?

Thank you.

He's been gone about 45 minutes
but he's probably out back.

- Which is his car?

- [Crystal] He has a Dave
Matthews

sticker on the back, you can't
miss it.

[anxious violin music]

- [Officer] Code 187, Code 187.

Code 187, requesting an
ambulance.

All units be on the lookout
for two white males,

one aged 50 to 60, the other 20
to 30.

- [Jay] I left with that fool.

Everybody up in there seen that
shit.

We got a dead white
woman on our hands, man.

You know what that shit means.

- Give me one of his cigarettes.

- [Jay] I thought you quit.

- I can hide his car.

- What you offering?

- [Pete] Give me my ring
back and I'll stash the car.

- Where?
- I got a buddy in Petaluma.

I can stash it there.

We got a deal?

[phone ringing]

[anxious tones]

Please pick up.

- [Natalie] Hi, you've reached
Natalie, you know the drill.

[phone ringing]

- [Jack] Pete, what the
fuck are you wearing?

- I like your look.

Some

kind of hipster.

- Is that what you call that?

- Well then, I'm gonna take
my tea and head upstairs.

- Okay, hon.

Goodnight.

Hey Peter.

You know in the course of my
career,

I've been on, fuck, 5,000 crime
scenes.

So little details, they're not
lost on me.

Like when a guy show up at my
house

with blood under his
fingernails.

What the fuck are you
doing here in my house?

- Is there a place I
could have a cigarette?

- I thought you quit that too.

No, you can't smoke in here.

She'll have a nervous
breakdown, let's go outside.

You know it's leaking oil,
right?

What the hell is this?

Get the hell out, look at that.

Look, it's one of those tracking
devices.

- [Pete] What's it for?

- Usually you see these from
some spouse

think's the other one's
fucking around on 'em

and they put it up under the
car.

I can't imagine why a
tweaker would have it though.

The cops can't use 'em,
the judges don't allow it.

It's weird.

Pete, what is the matter?

- I really fucked up. You
gotta help me out of this shit.

- Shh, you're gonna fucking wake
her up.

Listen to me Peter, nobody
is gonna care that he's gone.

Nobody, the world's a
better place without him.

That said,

did you get any information
before he went bye bye?

- He said the guy that
murdered Fred Ross was

driving a Tesla, you know,
one of those electric cars.

But I mean he was dying, man.

He wasn't making a lot of sense.

- Listen to me, you called me
this morning

and I called my buddies at the
Department.

Would you believe that when
Wong got killed, some hipsters

in the neighborhood had a
fucking drone in the air?

They caught it, now they sent
me the footage from downtown.

You can't see the perp's face

but I'm pretty sure it's a
Tesla.

Let me just go pull it up on the
computer.

You know what?

Trying being Superman for
awhile and not Clark Kent.

Finish your cig and then come
inside.

[phone chiming]

[tense electronic, violin music]

[screeching violin tones]

Hey dude, I got it, check this
out.

[hammer banging]

- Jack.

Jack, what's going on?

[tense violin, warbling music]

[sirens blaring]

Come and find me.

- [Todd] Why don't you go home,
man?

Just sleep this one off.

- Why don't you give me
some good shifts, Todd?

While you're at it, why don't
you give me a whiskey too

or have your little social
bitch give me a bottle.

- What the fuck is wrong with
you, Pete?

- [Todd] Hey, hey, let's
cut him some slack.

Obviously he's had a rough day,
right?

- I guess the bigger they
are, the harder they fall,

off the wagon, that is.

- Natalie, hey, it's me.

Yeah, he's here.

Do you mind picking him up?

- How long we gotta sit in here?

We doing something with the
Prius?

- No, we'll be hiding in plain
sight.

Unless you've got a better idea.

Cuz, go pack your ski
clothes, we goin' to Tahoe.

[Prez's stomach gurgles]

- Where are the restrooms?

This beet juice is kicking in
again.

You ever had 12 ounces of beet
juice?

[anxious ensemble electronic
music]

- Dad wake up, it's time to go.

Pete.

- Natalie, Natalie.

Natalie.

Look what I got ya.

- [Natalie] What the fuck is
that?

- It's hers, I saved it for you.

- How drunk are you?

- I'm sorry.

- To think I was worried
about you when you

didn't show up to the party,
I should have known better.

- Natalie, listen to me, I saw
him.

- You're not making any sense.

- The man that killed your
mother.

- This is what you want to go
back to?

Well I'm not gonna stop you.

I'm done.
- Natalie, listen to me.

- I know what happened that
night.

Everyone always said it was your
fault.

You were the one driving the
car, not her

and you left her there.

She was a sitting duck
and you left her alone.

- You don't know what
you're talking about,

so you shut the fuck up.

- Don't pretend this
whole sober charade you've

been putting on for the last
six years erases any of that.

And don't come to my wedding.

Hey, do you have a
cigarette I can bum off you?

- Sorry, this is my last one.
- I got a fresh pack.

- Thank you.

- Here you go.

You really shouldn't smoke.

It's dangerous.

[tense violin tones]

- Pete, where's Natalie, man?

I've been trying to get
ahold of her, where is she?

- Oh Sean,

oh man.

- It's 5:00 in the morning,

Pete but tell me where Natalie
is, please.

I've been trying to look
for her, where is she?

- She got mad at me and she left
the bar.

[Pete retches]

- Shit, man.

I gotta go, man.

- Oh shit.

We gotta call the cops.

[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]

- What the fuck is this guy
doing?

Shit.

[baby crying]

It's fine Natalie, don't worry.

Mommy's got this.

Everything's just fine.

[tense drumbeat]

Shit.

[baby crying]

- [Pete] Sharry, really, what
the fuck?

And the baby's alone.

Great, I need to put
the fucker down, right?

Sharry?

Sharry?

Sharry?

[tense violin, piano music]

[Pete retching]

- [Jay] Man, wake your ass up.

- [Pete] Where am I?

- Don't worry about where
the fuck you at, boy.

Originally I was gonna leave

your fat ass down the road
somewhere, slumped, nigger.

It's your lucky day, Pete.

'Cause of you, I got me a good
luck charm.

A motherfucking black card,
endless flow of credit.

- It's not really a good time

for me to be taking a road trip.

- Mother fucker, this
ain't no fucking road trip.

Put that shit on.

You gonna help us rob this
Harold Price.

Not getting my ass shot for your
dumb ass.

[country guitar music]

Part-owner of some big ass
companies.

I'll tell you, Harold Price got
so much motherfucking money,

he don't even know what to do
with it.

Nigga got more money than God.

That's why he got a place
in Maui, LA, New York

and this lakefront property
right here in Tahoe.

- Do you know Steph Curry?

- No.

- Do you know Steph Curry?

- No.

- But aren't you guys
professional basketball players?

- [Jay and Prez] Lacrosse.

- You fucking kidding me right
now?

I don't need no art,
I just hit the jackpot

with this rich mother
fucker's plastic I stole.

Got me some ladies, some
motherfucking champagne.

- [Jay] I got me a good luck
charm.

- As I said, there was something
metal like brass knuckles.

- Killed Fred Ross was driving a
Tesla.

I saw the man that
killed that your mother-

- Mother fucker look like
he just seen a ghost.

- Let's just get this over with.

[ominous tones]

[drone buzzing]

- [Jay] Hell yeah, I'm feeling
good about this one, boy.

- There's no cars there.
- What about the garage?

- [Prez] Okay, let me see.

- [Jay] Come on, nigga.

This ain't no time for no flying
lesson.

I thought you knew how to work
this shit.

- It won't let me fly over
the property for some reason.

- Didn't you say this drone
had range of over a mile?

- [Prez] It does but it won't
let me.

[anxious electronic tones]

- [Harold] Hon?

- [Susan] What? I'm getting
ready.

- You want to go to Tahoe
instead?

- Damn.
- Ooh, boy.

- You sure they're gone for the
weekend?

- Hell yeah, the website said

they had a fundraiser in
DC all weekend, we good.

- Damn, them white folks weren't
lying.

This lake is blue as fuck.

- We have a fundraiser with
Karen and Ed in DC, remember?

- Something more important came
up.

- What?

- You.

- [Susan] What is this for?

- Happy early anniversary, baby.

[Susan laughs]

- I am gonna go pack.

[soft anxious piano music]

- [Jay] Hey Pete, you good?

Keep doing your thing, man.

You're our white alibi this
trip.

I don't trust your ass, man.

- [Prez] So we gonna bounce or
what?

- Might as well, we ain't
got shit else to do here.

- Hold on.

Is that a hot tub?

White people.

- You mean rich white
people, don't get it twisted.

- Man, I could get used
to living like this.

- [Jay] What you mean,
used to living like what?

- [Prez] Living like
white people, you know?

Wine tasting, going in a hot air
balloon.

Shit like that, man.

- You can do all that shit, man.

You ain't gotta be white to do
that shit.

Just look at Pete, man.

The shit he's told you about his
life.

The shit he going through right
now.

You think he got hot air
balloons,
spa treatments every day?

He ain't got shit.

[thunder booms]

[faint heavy metal music]

Oh shit.

Oh no.

Prez?

Prez?

- [Susan] I guess you didn't

need to bring your golf clubs
after all.

- Prez, Prez, pull your shit up.

Come on nigga, they home.

- [Susan] Look at that,
why are all the lights on?

- [Harold] Might be part of the
new

security system they installed
yesterday.

- Prez.

Come on, they home.

- Holy shit,

the paintings.

Harold, we've been robbed.

- We sure have.
- Harold.

- Come on, what are you stopping
for?

Man, come on.

- I'm staying here.

- Why don't you go upstairs,

see if your jewelry's still
here.

- Do you think they took my
jewelry?

- And if they did, we'll replace
that too.

Sweetheart, while you're up
there, why don't you freshen up?

We're not gonna let this
ruin our romantic weekend.

- I just feel so fucking
violated.

[anxious electronic tones]

[faint heavy metal music]

- Oh shit.

[gunfire clacking]

- [Susan] Where's your shirt?

- [Harold] That sink exploded on
me.

- What was that noise?

- It was air in the pipes in
that bathroom, it's horrible.

[anxious piano music]

- It's all gone.

My pearls, diamonds, everything.

- Something tells me we're
gonna get them back real soon.

- I know, I know it can
be replaced, it's just

do you think the thieves
are still around here?

- No, no one would hang around.

- [Jay] Come on, keys, keys.

Shit man, I must've left 'em
inside.

- [Harold] I'm gonna
put a roast in the oven

and in a couple hours we're
gonna have

a nice meal and we're
gonna shake all this off.

Why don't you take a nice hot
shower?

[tense electronic music]

[baby crying]

- What the fuck is wrong with
you?

- [Pete] It's him.

He killed my wife.

He killed my daughter.

- Pete, you knew this shit
the whole goddamn time

and you didn't fucking say
nothing?

I oughta kill your ass my
goddamn self.

You led us straight to
the goddamn devil's lair.

- [Pete] No, you led us here.

- Listen man, it's two against
one.

We in this shit together now.

[phone chimes]

Hey listen, you distract 'em.

I'm gonna go get my gun.

[anxious warbling violin music]

- [Pete] They must be upstairs.

[mechanical whirring]

- Sherman?
- No.

[thud]

- Where's Sherman?
- Pete, he's down here!

[thudding]

[grunting]

- I hope you enjoyed yourself on
my dime.

- Get out.
- Oh my god.

- Get out.

Where'd that ring come from?

- My husband gave it to me.

You can have it.

- Did he kill her?

- What?
- My daughter,

did he kill her?

- There must be some kind of
mistake.

My husband, he's just
a venture capitalist.

- [Harold] Is it everything
you imagined, Pete?

- Harry, you know him?

- [Susan] He's just
looking for his daughter.

Please tell him you
don't know where she is.

- Where's Natalie?

- Well you're her dad, you tell
me.

- Fuck you.

You took that ring from her.

- No, she gave that to me at
that bar where you work at.

She traded it actually for a
cigarette.

- Don't you fucking lie to me,
Natalie would never do that.

- Sometimes people just
need a shoulder to cry on

and she certainly never had
yours.

- What the fuck are you
talking about, Harold?

Will you tell him the truth?

Tell him that you don't know
where she is.

- Should I tell him that I don't
know

where she is or should
I tell him the truth?

After all, it was you who was
driving

the car that night, wasn't it,
macho man?

Yeah, that's who you are.

You ever put on a pair of these?

Nevermind, I can tell the
answer's no.

You'd a been real proud of
Natalie.

She was a very tough girl.

She didn't scream nearly
as much as her mom did.

[throat slits]
[blood spurts]

29 years and it all comes down
to that.

How does that make you feel?

Deflated?

You should have taken my advice,
Pete.

You crossed a line that
now cannot be uncrossed.

[screeching violin music]

[Pete screams]

[thuds]
[grunts]

[Pete groans]

Here.

- [Natalie] Hello?

Hello?

Just some fucking blocked
number,
probably another robocall.

- You killed my wife

for something that happened 30
years ago.

That makes you worse than me.

- Nobody deserves what you did.

- Sure,

but I gave your wife the chance

to apologize for your bad
behavior and it just didn't
take.

Now your daughter on the other
hand, now she is talented.

I'm going to invest in her
singing career.

I'm gonna be her first big
break.

[gunshot booms]

[Pete coughs]

[soft, somber piano music]

- [Jay] When I was a kid,
my mama had this dog,

it was a little poodle named
Sammy.

She loved that dog, right?

He used to do all kind a tricks
like

walk on his hind legs,
spin around in circles.

You know, all that cute
little poodle shit.

Then one day my mama was walking
him

and she ran into this pit bull.

It looked mean but she gave
it the benefit of the doubt

and she put her hand out to
pet it and it growled at her.

Well little Sammy,

he wanted to protect her from
that pit.

So he started barking
at it and that was all

it took for that pit to put
little Sammy on his back,

wrap his jaw around his neck and
kill him.

Mama didn't do nothing about it.

She thought maybe it was Sammy's
fault.

He shouldn't have barked.

- [Driver] Is this it?

- Yeah, that's him right there.

- [Driver] Hey man, you're the
groom?

Congratulations.

- [Jay] One day my neighbor's
pit bull came up missing.

We came out front, calling his
name,

yelling down the street.

Everybody was so concerned
about this pit bull

not 'cause they felt bad for the
neighbor

but really they didn't
want that dog wreaking

any more havoc on anybody
in the neighborhood.

[somber ensemble piano music]

What they didn't know is I had
to put that dog down myself.

[electronic beeping]

[relaxed guitar music]

♪ Oh

♪ I leave what's wrong

♪ 'Cause I've seen down into the
night ♪

♪ No point to resist, no other
fight ♪

♪ From days to years

♪ Just passing by

♪ We lost our tension, lost the
light ♪

♪ Across the ocean of our lies

♪ You know what's wrong to be
with you ♪

♪ I never felt you wanted to

♪ Like all those bodies we have
found ♪

♪ Like a summer without sun

♪ You know what's wrong to be
with you ♪

♪ I never felt you wanted to

♪ Like all those bodies we have
found ♪

♪ Like a summer without sun

[relaxed guitar music]

♪ Oh sweetheart

♪ Let's contemplate

♪ Forget your anger, drop the
hate ♪

♪ We're still the masters of our
fate ♪

♪ Today feels wrong

♪ Tomorrow we'll be on our own

♪ Everlasting game, no we'll
never won ♪

♪ Now it's just you and me apart
♪

♪ Each other weaves a broken
heart ♪

♪ You know what's wrong to be
with you ♪

♪ I never felt you wanted to

♪ Like all those bodies we have
found ♪

♪ Like a summer without sun

♪ You know what's wrong to be
with you ♪

♪ I never felt you wanted to

♪ Like all those bodies we have
found ♪

♪ Like a summer without sun

[relaxed guitar, violin music]