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(distant chattering) (dramatic music)

- Same dream?

I bet I can make you forget about it.

(Roni moaning)

Just wait, just one, just wait.

- What?

- Hold on, let me get safe.

(upbeat music)

- [Radio Host] So we've seen Wall Street completely change

because of these huge multi-nationals,

and then while we're getting handouts from the feds.

There used to be an abundance of comedy instances.

They were all competitors, they all got incredible prices,

but now there's no competition for great rates.

So we have this terrible pricing,

and this just keeps happening over and over--

- Shit.

(dramatic music)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

- [Lynn] Ari Reinholtz's office.

- Hey Lynn, this Vincent Jamison.

Is Ari in?

- [Lynn] No, I'm sorry, Mr. Jamison.

He's in his car, I just got off the phone with him.

Would you like his voicemail?

- No, that's okay.

Listen, Lynn, I know I scheduled this meeting today,

but could you tell Ari I can't make it?

I double booked and didn't sync my calendars.

I would love to reschedule with Ari, and just Ari.

- Well, Mr. Jamison, I'm sorry, but I should tell you

for the conversation I just had with Mr. Reinholtz,

that he's instructed me to note on the calendar

that the meeting is now mandatory

for all scheduled attendees.

Mr. Jamison?

- Yeah.

- [Lynn] I can still message him if you'd like.

- No, Lynn, that's okay.

Thank you, Lynn.

(dramatic music)

- Vincent.

You need to get past it, it's time.

There will never be a child between us.

I will not go through it again, I cannot.

I'm lonely with you, Vincent.

I need you to understand that.

I have scheduled an appointment for us today

with a counselor whom I do not know, but comes highly--

- I am not gonna sit in some office

with a colleague of yours!

Today?

Come on, Roni!

Today?

I have a very important meeting with Ari today,

and I got to take the car over to Bobby's.

- I scheduled it during lunch.

I expect you to be there.

- Fine.

(dramatic music)

(tense music) (phone ringing)

- Ari Reinholtz's office.

No, sir, I'm sorry.

He's about to step into a meeting.

I would love to forward you over to his voicemail.

No, he is fully booked.

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Come on.

Time to be a man.

He's ready to see you now.

- He's ready to see you now.

Mr. Jamison.

Mr. Jamison?

Ari's ready for you.

- Why RNS Investment?

Because we have both the skill and the means

to manage this volume of debt, yet we will be positioned

to reap the maximum benefit with well, a little risk.

Is this outside our risk tolerance threshold?

Yes.

But I've been in touch with a contact

at North Texas Financial.

- Wait, wait, Vince, wait.

Sit for a second.

Listen, Vince.

I realized that when you requested this meeting

you had certain expectations in mind.

But I have to say, I was as of then,

completely unaware of, and I'm being generous here,

the lackluster performance of Hector here's department.

- I told you about your serial over aggressive bullshit,

Jamison, and financials back that up.

- What the hell are you--

- Did you think I was going to let you fucking backdoor me?

Book this meeting with Ari and just not show?

Drag my fucking department down, go over my head!

- Shut the fuck up!

Look, Vincent.

I'm not gonna drag this out.

We're letting you go, unfortunately.

- What?

Wait.

Look, Ari.

I have always kept Suarez in on the loop

on every single deal I made.

He knew exactly-- - Always is bullshit!

All that rank lowering crap you pushed.

I told you I didn't want to see any more of that.

- Ari.

Come on look, what the hell am I supposed to do?

I'm fucking 43 years old.

There has to be another way.

Okay, another option.

- Not in my department. - Get out Hector!

Step outside.

Vince.

I'm sorry.

Suarez here, he went to Mosha before he came to me first.

There's nothing I can do.

I don't even understand why this bothers you.

If I was sitting on a trust fund like you are,

I wouldn't work a day in this place.

Look, if you're still looking for another salt mine.

Call that guy.

Headhunter.

- Ari, wait.

Can you at least hold off

putting this out there for a couple of weeks?

It's gonna be hard enough out there

without the fired stigma.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think we can do that.

And look, take as much time as you need it here, okay.

I'm sorry Vince, give my best to Roni.

And when you're done in here, go clean out your office.

Don't touch the computer.

You'll be escorted from the building in a half an hour.

(table banging)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

- [Bibi] Hello, this is Bibi.

- Bibi my dear, how are you?

- Well, I suppose that all depends on what you have to say.

Your guy is on board?

- I pushed Ari, I really did, and he likes the concept.

He says it's the direction we need to be moving in--

- [Bibi] But?

- But he isn't ready to move in that direction now.

- [Bibi] Vincent.

- That we're too over leveraged

for a capital outlay of that magnitude,

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But look, it's really about the hit

we took when the market tanked, and not just financially.

Between you and I, Bibi, the feds have been, the SEC,

they've been difficult,

and he just doesn't want the heat right now.

Bibi?

- [Bibi] I have to say, this isn't what I was expecting.

What you led me to believe and--

- I understand, but can we still do the deal.

You guys just have to take the lead.

I'm sure we can put--

- What you let me believe, Vincent,

and what I've been priming partners for here at Texas

is that RNS Investment was going to be doing

the heavy lifting and we would be just filling the gap.

- Yes, and that was when--

- [Bibi] Given that fact and the fact

that I have yet to see any drill down ratings data,

we won't be doing any deal.

I'm sorry, but detailing ratings of the debt

would have to make sense for us to even consider

acquiring it alone.

Get me the data I need that shows the numbers work for us,

that this credit union isn't holding

a bunch of bottom feeding bullshit, and we can reconsider.

Can you do that?

That tells me all I need to know.

Take care, Vincent.

(dramatic music)

- So?

- To so.

What, Roni?

I can't have a drink anymore?

I mean, I just...

The session.

- Exactly.

So?

- I'm sorry, okay?

I just had a very shitty day.

- I told you exactly what I needed this morning.

I made myself impeccably clear,

and yet you still chose not to show up.

- I didn't choose.

Okay, I told you, I had a very shitty day,

with Ari and everything, and I lost...

A deal fell through.

- You consistently don't show up for us.

- Well, what the fuck did you expect?

What did you expect?

You made this appointment, not me.

You didn't think about what I had to do,

my time or my schedule.

- You are a no-show for us, Vincent.

Not just this, all the time.

When it comes to us, you consistently don't show up.

- I am sorry about today, I am.

I did mean to come today.

I did, Roni.

- I told you the way that I felt this morning

and you still refused to respond.

- I know what you said this morning

and I still do want to make us work.

- It would be better if you simply admitted

your lack of interest in us.

- That's not true, Roni, it's not.

Look, no excuses, I am sorry.

Schedule it again, okay?

Schedule it again, and I'll show.

I swear, I will, I will.

I will show.

Maybe you won't be quite so lonely

if we had a baby.

- Get off me, get off!

- What the fuck, Roni?

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- There is nothing wrong with me.

(dramatic music)

- [Keith] No, no, no, that's bullshit.

I mean, it's all about the heart.

If you know the heart, you know the woman,

if you win the heart, you win the woman.

- [Vincent] You're both wrong.

Feminine mind is a difference--

- Bullshit.

I say she's unfathom-ing.

- [Bobby] I hold.

I thought you were bringing in the car today.

- I'll bring it by tomorrow.

And it's unfathomable.

- [Keith] Maybe get a dictionary.

- Guys, wait a minute.

Just hold, damn, let me think a minute.

- Need some more time?

Maybe save up a little more money or nerve,

or maybe you want to come back in a couple of weeks

and we'll play next time.

- [Bobby] Call him.

- [Keith] Call him, bitch.

- [Bobby] Oh! - [Keith] Oh!

- Money don't mean shit if you got a fucking trust fund.

- That's why you lose and I win.

- Oh are you saying you win

because you're smarter than us?

Fuck you man. - Smarter than you,

that's for damn sure.

- Oh, come on, man.

- I play poker every day.

What, did you think I just come here

every few weeks to play with you guys?

- What the hell, you don't play every day.

- Every day.

I have to look suckers in the eyes

that are much smarter than your sorry ass.

- Oh, so I'm sorry now, right.

- That's not nice to say, man.

- Who have a lot more money on the line

and know if they're bluffing.

- Oh, so you've got some secret life

as some fucking card shark?

- No dumb ass.

Debt, collateralized debt.

And every day I look these clowns in the eyes

and I have to know if they're bluffing.

If they're pushing me millions in bullshit,

or if it's legit, and I do it every fucking day,

and I was damn good at it, damn good at it.

What do you do, Mitch?

Dig fucking ditches?

- [Bobby] Oh come on. - [Keith] Dude!

- What the fuck, man?

Come on V, now you're being a fucking prick.

- Yeah, that's too far.

Come on.

- So you want to play the next hand?

Are you in or are you out?

- So anyway,

you were saying something about women being like an engine.

- A difference engine, like in computing.

Only built to evaluate resources as it relates to needs,

her needs, and then she calculates her decision

based on those factors.

- That sounds like bullshit.

- That's some double-tug shit talking--

- Hold on a second now, let's hear the genius out.

He might have something.

Go on, too.

Go on.

Enlighten us.

- Say a couple of cave chicks are sitting around a campfire,

and you three clowns show up

just coming back from the hunt, right?

And old Keith here has a rabbit.

Mitch, he just has a couple of scrawny squirrel nuts

or some shit.

But Bobby, Bobby walks up

with a great big old side of mammoth meat.

- The chicks know I pack serious meat, baby!

- Man, shut up.

- Now, who do you think those cave chicks

are gonna want to be with?

Their need, food, fur,

clothing, defense.

They look at the three of you,

they evaluate the difference,

and they go with Bobby every time.

- I'm sorry Vincent, it doesn't explain something though.

- Yeah, what's that?

- If you're right about all this,

what the fuck is Roni doing with you?

- What?

- Beautiful, gorgeous, successful shrink?

She doesn't need your money.

- What I'm saying is that love

is a subordinate need.

- Oh, listen to this guy, subordinate need?

- Just like it is with every other woman.

- Every woman, including Roni?

- Look, I already said it,

but you need to keep Roni out of it.

- Well shit, that's it.

I'm with Keith then.

I think you're a full of shit, arrogant prick.

- Wait a minute, I didn't say that exactly.

- [Bobby] Damn, what you on?

- Gentlemen I think it's about the heart.

And if there was a subordinate anything,

it's 'cause you're not doing it for her anymore.

- [Bobby] Whoa, hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Vince!

- Shut the fuck up!

- First man that comes around the does do it for her,

she gonna kick your sorry to the curb.

- Come on V, sit down, man.

Sit down.

Relax, man.

First, you don't know a motherfucking thing

about me and Roni.

- Oh, you'd be surprised what I know, Vince.

- Second, if you did know,

you'd know there was a prenup in place.

And the prenup says that if she messes around,

she gets nothing.

If she walks, she gets nothing.

And that prenup is rock solid.

So love or no, I promise you, she's thinking about that.

- Vince, unless you can swap out that rock solid prenup

for a rock solid cock,

Roni's gonna hump the first motherfucker.

(banging)

(yelling)

- [Bobby] Hey hey, Vince!

- Just do it Vince!

The first man that comes right on the desk for her,

and she'll kick what's so subordinate to the curb.

Get off me, man, get off me!

Come on!

- [Keith] Stop talking shit, Mitch.

Shut your mouth!

(tense music)

- Shit.

Oh, damn.

Put your money where your mouth is.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Come on, put your money where your mouth is.

Mr. Love Subordinate, rock solid prenup, trust fund

is all I need motherfucker.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- Two months.

I'll bet you Vince, in two months,

she'd damn near anybody held.

Pretty boy here could have Roni cheating on you

and throwing away her so-called needs.

- Fuck you fat-- - That's fucked up!

- Well, are you in, or are you out?

Oh, what's wrong?

It's a rock-solid prenup, right?

Afraid her difference engine will break down?

- Oh, come on, man!

We're supposed to be friends, what the hell?

- Look man, I would never.

All right, I couldn't!

- Well shit, there you go.

Look at the silver spoon.

So he don't even want to do it.

He wouldn't try that hard.

So what do you got to lose?

- Stakes.

(tense music)

- 10 Gs.

- Fine.

Fuck you.

- Look Vincent, I am not.

- Hey.

I'll cut you in for half of what I'm getting,

and considering what you're already getting out of it.

Hell, you're already getting more than me.

- That's some bullshit, Mitch!

What the fuck was that all about, man?

(crickets chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Come on over here.

Close the door.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Look at me!

There are two things you must always understand.

You will never be a man until you make your own money.

Because,

you can't live off of me.

Not and be a man.

Your old man.

You must father a family.

A legacy.

And this

is the price of a clean start.

(dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

(tense music)

(phone beeping)

- [Bibi] Hello, this is Barbara Conrad.

Please leave a message.

(phone beeping)

- Bibi, hey.

Listen, I'm going back over the ratings data.

I have talked it over with Ari and Mosha,

and they are fine with me providing it to you

strictly for your personal review.

I can get it to you tomorrow, midday latest.

I'm sure you'll agree after you've reviewed it

that we can move forward.

Okay, so,

look forward to talking to you tomorrow.

(tense music)

(tense music)

(computer beeping)

Fuck it!

(dog barking)

- What's the ETA here, Bobby?

I got some place I gotta be, man.

- I don't know, man.

Like 30, 40 minutes, I don't know.

How long has it been knocking like this?

British piece of shit.

- Couple of weeks.

- Well, you should have got to me sooner,

'cause now you got a shit-load of problems.

Bullshit thermostat sticks.

It could be a busted water pumping pillar.

Cooling reservoir is all right.

But whatever it is, I'ma give you a good deal though, V.

But not too damn good, you know,

'cause I got to make a little something too myself.

And it's probably the whole reason

why I'm still at bootleg ass, backyard mechanic.

Too many favors.

- I let that mess with Mitch last night get out of hand.

I never should've done that.

- Fuck Mitch, fuck him!

He's got no right calling you an arrogant prick, what?

Just because you got money?

That's bullshit.

Your old man had money,

but you didn't go to some rich through private school.

You put yourself through fucking Dominguez Hills,

just like the rest of us.

And at least you finished,

unlike Mitch and yours truly.

But that's beside the point.

Point being, you worked shitty part time jobs,

busting your hump, just like the rest of us,

but you became successful more than the rest of us,

and he fucking hates that.

- Just I was already pissed off.

Roni got me all wound up with her bullshit.

- What?

With the kid thing again?

- Yeah.

- V,

Come on man, you gotta let that shit go.

- What?

- Well, yeah man, I mean it's her wound right?

As men, we don't know how traumatizing it is to lose a baby.

We may think we do, but we really don't know.

Come on, how old are you V?

Trust me, the 16 and 18 I got at home,

you don't want to start at my age.

You'd pretty much be an old man

right around the time they're acting

like a rebellious-ass teenager.

You don't want that.

You just got to accept the fact

that you and Roni might not ever have kids,

and I think it's--

- Shut the fuck up, Bobby, just shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up and fix the fucking car.

- Wait a minute.

- You talk too much, Bobby.

- What the fuck is wrong with you man?

Fuck man, I'm trying to give you friendly advice

and you're gonna talk to me like that?

- I don't need your advice.

You fix cars.

So fix the fucking car.

- You know what, V?

You're not an arrogant prick 'cause you got money.

You're just an arrogant prick.

Fix your own damn car.

(engine roaring)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Eerie Voice] Get out of the car

and walk across the street.

- Okay, but where--

- [Eerie Voice] Just get out.

(car beeping)

(tense music)

Walk across the street.

Turn left, walk down the drive.

Once you get to the first alley, stop.

Turn right and walk to the third garage door on the right,

and knock three times.

(knocking at door)

(garage door creaking)

- I'm Prophyte.

Were you followed?

- [Vincent] I don't know, I wasn't really looking.

- Are you a cop?

- No, I'm not a cop.

- Well, you look like a cop.

How'd you find me?

- You're kidding, right?

Need a data recovery specialist,

contact Prophyte Craigslist.

- Oh snap, I never took that ad down.

That was last year's shit, man.

Last year's, I got a new going on now, OG.

Papers, IDs, driver's licenses.

All that illegals need to get from here to there.

- Do you still do data recovery?

- Yeah, of course.

Come on.

(garage door creaking)

You got the data?

What is it?

- Some files.

I lost the password.

- Oh.

Oh yeah?

Whatever, man.

So how long is this gonna take?

- Finished.

Not just some script kiddie.

True crypt derivation, man.

Half the kids on a school could have cracked that,

and they're dumbasses.

Anyway, 400 bucks.

I take Bitcoin.

Or fucking PayPal, yes?

(dramatic music)

- [Gus] But that's not the thing, see?

It's 40 years right out of high school, down the drain.

- [Roni] Down the drain, why do you say that?

- [Gus] Why do I say that?

There's no work, that's why.

They're moving everything to Canada,

or Australia or even frigging Texas.

Jackasses down there, use some illegal kid.

Gets his hand blown off.

They just bring in another.

- Gus, listen, while I very much would like

to help you gain perspective on this,

I do need to remind you that today is typically my day off.

So if we continue, my billable rates will be higher.

- No, I know, but I got a lot left in the tank

and I'm not ready to hang them up.

(tense music)

(keyboard tapping)

- Vince, these numbers are impressive.

But the client's group doesn't know

they're undervaluing the debt.

How could they not know?

- Well, that's the thing.

I think...

I know they know, but they have to dump it.

They just want it in the right hands.

- And you're the right hands?

- We are the right hands, baby.

- And you've made no insurances or guarantees?

- No, no, no.

Nothing explicit and nothing concrete.

Look Bibi, this is what relationship I cultivated

for a number of years.

Now, they trust me to do as well for them as I possibly can.

- Well, they're an easy sale.

Rated way below risk.

All right, let's do this.

Call the credit union so you can get them here

in the next couple of days

before I have to go back to Texas.

Let's see if we can do this deal.

- Sounds great.

I will be in touch, Bibi.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

- [Vincent] Good to see you, Bibi.

- You too.

- [Roni] Hey, what's up?

- [Vincent] Hey, you got time for some coffee?

Maybe we can chat.

In the cafe in your building.

We can talk about a few things.

- [Roni] Okay, sure.

Say in about 45 minutes?

- [Vincent] See you there.

- No joke.

- V!

Hey man, it's good to see you.

Yeah, it's good to see you too, man.

What's going on, what are you doing here?

- I had an audition, man, up on the fourth floor.

Stopped in here for coffee

and I bumped into this pretty lady.

- Literally.

Practically knocked the coffee right out of his hands.

- Well, I'll leave you two to whatever.

No, it's fine, man.

No worries.

- You sure?

- Keith might be-- - Testing.

- Testing at the network for a new TV series.

- Yeah.

Great man.

When do you have this test?

- I don't know.

I have to wait and see

about how they felt I did upstairs.

- I see, so you may not actually be testing.

- Well, I think I did pretty good,

but we'll just have to see.

- And he's doing a play here downtown at LATC,

and I just saw you in that,

what was it?

- Soldier thing, the cruise movie.

- No, no.

- Captain Morgan's?

- No. - Men's warehouse.

- No, it was--

- Calvin Klein. - Yes, yes.

You're doing very well.

- What are you, his groupie?

- No, I just think success

deserves some acknowledgement, praise.

- See, that's why I may need your services, doc.

- Her services?

You?

- No seriously, I mean, if it's all right with you.

- You don't need Vincent's approval.

- I'm being serious here, Vince.

A lot of people see the work actors do.

Like if we get a big gig, or we're working a lot,

and they think that we think we're the shit.

The big success.

But man, I don't feel like a success.

It never feels like it's enough,

or it's like the next gig or the one we're working on

is gonna be the last.

So that's all.

And then the hundreds of rejections

just to get that one yes.

It's stressful, man.

Seriously, I'd love to contact you,

squeeze in a few sessions if we can.

- Okay, I'll tell you what.

I don't know what my immediate schedule is like,

but give my office a call tomorrow morning

and we'll see what we can work out.

- Well, I'll leave you two to do

whatever it is that husbands and wives do.

Thanks, you'll be hearing from me soon.

See you later, man.

- Yeah, man.

- [Roni] He has really changed.

- What? - Yeah.

Out of your whole crew of friends,

Keith has always struck me as the most immature,

but he seems to have it the most together now.

- The most together?

He just hired a psychologist.

- Well, being able to ask for help when you need it

is having together, Vincent.

- Point taken, I'm sorry.

Look Roni, I've been thinking, feeling,

maybe we can turn things around.

I'm willing.

If we're both willing-- (phone beeping)

- Dammit, it's the DA's office.

They need me on an emergency conference call.

I'm sorry, I can't.

- It's fine, go, do what you gotta do.

We'll talk later.

- Maybe tomorrow morning.

I'm sure that they'll have me at the Parker Center late.

- Fine, go.

(tense music)

- Vincent.

Vincent.

- What's wrong?

- There's somebody here, I heard somebody in the house.

I heard someone!

(Vincent shushing)

- You sure?

Okay, stay here.

(tense music)

- Vincent, don't!

(Vincent shushing)

(dog barking) (tense music)

(banging)

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

- Any proceeds due PGCU through a securitization

would become available as early as three to six months.

- If you're saying this is the deal we're looking for,

I'm willing to go along with it.

- Great.

Then all that's left is whatever due diligence

you have left in Wichita.

I'll get things organized in Texas,

and bring you and your team in,

and we'll get everything signed and in motion.

- Well, I've got to get out of here and get to the airport.

You've got the sunshine, but you've got the traffic too.

(Bibi laughing)

- That's the truth.

- Ms. Conrad, it was nice to meet you.

I look forward to seeing you soon.

Vincent.

- Okay.

- Well, I'm glad to see you finally woke up,

because we have to get you a ticket to Texas too.

My board wants to meet you, Vince.

Rumor is they're looking to open an LA office

and if you are ready to leave RNS,

provided that this thing with PGCU goes well,

I will be willing to give you a recommendation.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

That's fantastic, Bibi.

- Now, shall we grab a drink?

A celebrate Terry toast?

- As much as I want to say yes,

and I do very much want to say yes,

there's a dinner I should probably do.

- Okay, next time.

Maybe in Texas.

- Maybe.

- Okay, see you soon.

(phone ringing)

- [Roni] Hello?

- What would you like for dinner tonight?

- [Roni] What?

- Dinner tonight, what would you like?

I'm cooking, I'm thinking a little coq au vin,

some sauteed artichoke,

but whatever Madam desires I will provide.

- [Roni] All right, what is going on?

- We're celebrating. - [Roni] Vincent?

Celebrating what?

- The deal I just closed and my new job.

- [Roni] Okay.

Clearly I've missed a few chapters of the book,

you need to catch me up.

- Just dinner, okay?

We'll talk about everything else as well.

So it's a date?

- [Roni] It's a date.

- Great.

I'll see you then.

(dramatic music)

(beeping)

(banging)

(notification dinging)

Roni!

- What?

- Just wanted to know if you want some coffee.

- No, I'm already running late, but thank you.

But I do want to hear about your deal,

and you're leaving RNS?

I have to be sitting in Voir dire in 20 minutes.

- No, it's fine.

We can talk about it later.

You will have time, right?

- You're angry about last night.

You're angry, aren't you?

- No, we can talk later.

- Okay.

- How's your mom?

- Oh, she's fine.

She's got the flu, I think.

But if she's calling me

then she's obviously worried about it.

Gonna be checking in on her again later.

I also will most likely be working late

at Parker Center all week,

but I really am sorry about last night.

And I do, Vincent, wanna hear what is going on.

- Okay.

Just tell your mom I said feel better.

- I will.

(cup clanking)

- [Child] I've got you.

Wait, that's not fair.

- What's up, man?

Smells all right.

- I know you didn't come here looking for a handout, right?

Not you.

- Not for some B-grade barbecue, no.

Look, at poker,

that was wrong, okay?

We said some things, or at least I said some things

I shouldn't have, I didn't really mean.

I've been drinking too much,

and I had some personal baggage.

- Okay, some things were said, so?

- We all go a long way back, man,

to let some bullshit like the other night jam us up.

- [Child] You're it!

- Yeah, why let that happen?

- So, hard feelings?

- No, I don't have any feelings about it.

Hard or otherwise.

- Good man, good.

'Cause I mean, some of the things I said about you

and all that stuff about Roni,

and getting her to cheat with Keith.

All that, you know I didn't mean that, right?

You know that.

We can just let all that just be bullshit, right?

It's in the past.

- Kelsey, Chelle, you guys go in the house for a second.

- But we just got out here.

- I know, go on, do what you're told.

- Sorry about my language, man.

I forgot they were out here.

My bad.

- Fuck you, Vince.

- What?

- You heard me.

The fuck you think you are?

Come strolling in my backyard,

I'm trying to enjoy my family.

You acting all entitled and shit

only 'cause you want me to let you off the hook.

You don't think I know why you're here?

Fuck you, Vincent.

You made the bet.

- The bet is bullshit, Mitch.

We know that.

I came here trying to make things right.

We've been friends too long, man.

I'm here trying to smooth things over.

Oh yeah, we've been friends too damn long,

and all the while you've been a smug, arrogant prick.

Always trying to get things your way.

Well, not this time.

Not this fucking time.

We made a bet and you're gonna stick to it,

- Forget the bet, Mitch.

What, you think you're gonna get something out of this?

There's no payout for you on this, fucking farce!

I'm not giving you anything, I'm not paying shit.

You're paying me now, Vincent.

- Come on, man, what the hell?

So we had a little argument.

Bullshit.

You tell Keith to back off, leave Roni alone,

or I just may tell him the hard way.

- Vince, you're always beating your chest

about your so-called success.

Lording it over us, how superior you are.

Always telling us you know more than any of us.

Well, Keith is gonna find out just how much you really know.

This is happening, Vince.

Keith is fucking Roni.

There's not a damn thing you can do about it.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(cars whirring)

- [Roni] Hello, you've reached Veronica Wills-Jamison.

Please leave me a message.

- Hey, I just thinking about you

and wanted to see if we could catch up

before I leave town tonight.

But I know you're very busy fixing people's lives.

So,

anyway, there we go.

(phone ringing)

Bibi, hey.

- [Bibi] I hope you're not on that plane, Vincent.

In fact, I know you're not, so don't bother.

What's going on?

- [Bibi] You lied, Vincent.

- What?

- [Bibi] You had an obligation by law

to disclose to me truthful and accurate ratings information

regarding the state of those debt obligations.

- Listen Bibi, those numbers are accurate,

at least to the best of my knowledge they are.

- [Bibi] Vincent don't!

Don't make the worse for yourself,

you've got bigger problems.

You manipulated the numbers to make the ratings look better

than they actually are.

Furthermore, you failed to mentioned

you were fired from RNS Investments.

We are no longer interested in this deal,

and then PGCU placed a hardball,

if there's a portion of liability you will be under the bus.

- Bibi!

(car horn hooting)

(somber music)

(lock clicking)

(tense music)

(Roni moaning)

(tense music)

(banging)

- Oh!

Oh my god!

- Oh shit, Vince!

- How could you?

How could you do this?

- Listen man,

I'm sorry, all right?

This never should have happened.

- Put the gun down.

- I'm sorry, all right?

I'm sorry!

- Just shut the fuck up!

- I'm sorry!

- Shut the fuck up!

You're goddamn right it never should have happened.

You're goddamn right!

(gunshots firing)

- Oh my god, okay.

Please Vincent listen to me.

Okay, focus on my words.

I am so sorry.

I am so sorry, I never meant for this to happen.

I am so sorry, Vincent.

You need to believe me.

I am so sorry.

(gagging)

Oh my god Vincent, what have you done?

- [Vincent] Oh shit.

- It's okay, Vincent, we can still make this right.

We can fix this.

We can still fix this.

- It's not okay, I just fucking killed Keith.

It is definitely not okay!

- Listen to me, we can still fix this!

Nobody knows that he was here.

- [Vincent] What are you--

- Listen!

Nobody will come looking for him here.

We just have to get rid of the body.

- What?

- The body, we have to get rid of it.

- Keith. - Yes, honey.

Vincent, we have to.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I never meant...

The thought of you going away forever for this,

or worse, I couldn't.

Please Vincent, we have to do this.

Vincent!

- What do I have to do?

What do we need to do?

- More sheets.

(tense music)

- So where are we going?

We can't just keep--

- I don't know, Roni, I don't know.

Just let me fucking think.

- Vincent, when I worked on the Ellison case.

- I don't need to, I don't know where--

- Just listen to me!

- When I worked on the Ellison case,

I developed a very good relationship with the DA's Office.

- I am not turning myself in.

- What I presented to them

in an effort to obtain a conviction was invaluable

and it led them to the remains of the victim,

but they couldn't obtain a conviction,

because the body had been dumped in the High Desert,

and the remains had been so scattered by scavengers

that they didn't have enough evidence

to determine the cause of death.

(crickets chirping)

- [Vincent] Let go of it.

All right?

- Yeah, I think so.

Should we get a shovel?

- What the fuck, Roni?

Does it look like I brought a shovel?

- My hands were a little full, just like yours.

Man, I'll get a shovel.

What the hell am I getting a shovel for?

I thought the whole idea was to bring him out here

and let the animals

do whatever.

- Don't want to make it too hard for them, right?

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- We can't go back the way we came,

at least we shouldn't.

We could take Oxford to the 101.

Maybe we can.

- Maybe you should just keep your mouth shut.

- Vincent, give me the gun.

- What?

You don't trust me?

Are you being ironic?

Think this is how it all ends,

the old marital murder suicide on the high--

- Stop it!

That isn't it.

Okay, it's not what.

- Mitch and Bobby know.

- What?

- They know.

About Keith, about you and Keith, they know.

- How could they know?

We didn't tell anybody.

- At poker, Mitch and I made a bet.

Oh God, Mitch bet that

Keith could get you to sleep with him.

- And you went along with it?

How could you?

- Maybe I thought you wouldn't do it.

- We'll talk through this, okay,

we'll just figure this out.

- I have to leave.

- Baby. - I have to leave, I do.

- What?

- I have to leave, I have to go.

- Vincent, no.

- When Keith turns up missing,

I'll be the first person they come looking for.

- Vincent.

I am so sorry.

I should have been stronger, I should have.

- No.

Roni stop.

Everything, all of this is on me.

All of it.

I never should have made that bet.

I never should have put you in that position.

And I am sorry.

- I can't believe this is happening.

I'm coming with you.

- If you came with me,

you would look just as guilty as I am,

and I don't want that.

I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna be able to get much money

out of the ATM, okay?

Eight, 900 bucks,

including what we have in the safe at home.

I will contact you somehow.

I will tell you how to send me.

- Where are you gonna go?

- South.

- What, Mexico?

- [Vincent] Yeah, I guess.

- How?

They check IDs at the border.

- Don't worry about it.

I know a guy.

A kid really.

When all this settles down, baby,

I will find a way for us.

I promise.

- Give me the gun.

- What, why?

- If you get caught, they can't find you with that.

- Okay.

All right.

You okay?

(car whirring)

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

Hey.

- Here, doc.

It's all there.

Driver's license, social, passport.

All cash.

Hey.

If you get caught, don't snitch like a little bitch.

You feel me, OG?

(tense music)

(car clanking)

(suspenseful music)

- [Vincent] Nothing electronic.

No email, computers, phone, texts, none of that.

All of it can be traced.

Get a PO box, use cash to pay for it.

Tell them not to mail you the link to the invoice,

you'll come in to pick it up.

Give them fake home address just to be safe.

Memorize my address.

Don't write it anywhere.

When you write me, send whatever cash you can.

Nothing too large, it'll draw too much attention.

And never use the mailboxes near the house.

Mix them up, keep them random.

I'm sorry for all this.

I love you and I miss you.

I'm desperate to see your face again.

Be sure to burn every letter after you've read it.

All my love, Vincent.

- Now is not the best time to leave the room.

Sit.

I apologize for my earlier rudeness.

I did not give you my name.

I am Chano.

You call me Chan.

- Nice to meet you, Chan.

- Likewise.

Okay, okay.

Well.

All right, oh, excuse me.

I wish I could tell you that my visit

is strictly motel hospitality,

but it is not.

Allow me to explain to you the rules

of the stay for your time here.

From the hours of 5:00 in the morning to 12:00 noon

and 6:00 in the evening to 10 o'clock at night,

you are forbidden to leave the room without my assessor.

Unfortunately your border patrol

has taken a particular interest in this area.

(speaking foreign language)

- Yeah.

(speaking foreign language)

- Now the phone.

The phone is a prepaid phone.

- Yeah, it's a prepaid phone.

It's a payphone.

- It's a prepay me first phone,

then you prepay the phone phone.

- Okay look, I'm not gonna be using it anyways.

- Your rent is due the first of the month.

No exceptions, none.

You will get two meals a day.

No complaining about the food.

(Chano laughing)

Kidding.

You can complain about the food if you want to,

it's okay.

But it's better if you don't.

The rest, you will discover as you go along.

Now, these are the rules that will govern your life here.

Do you understand them?

- Yeah.

- [Roni] But it is becoming more difficult here,

and I am concerned.

They found evidence of Keith's blood in the bedroom.

I told them he'd cut himself helping you move furniture,

but I don't think they believed me.

The detectives have been by three times

and continue to ask the same questions.

Have I heard from you, and where you might've gone.

I gave them the same answer every time.

No, and I don't know.

I've told them you were flying to Texas,

but never came home.

They said that they're gonna come back again

and that they may want me to come downtown with them.

I know what they may mean.

Worse Vincent, I'm not the only one they're talking to.

- I told you.

The last time I saw him was here, I was fixing his car.

We were bullshitting about the same old bullshit,

and that was it.

Haven't seen him since.

I mean, you got to ask yourself, right?

What do you do when you find out

one of your friends is banging your wife?

You might get a little pissed.

So you're the cop, you tell me.

- [Roni] Vincent, I think they know about Keith and me.

I didn't mention it the first few times they came out,

but I think they know.

I'm scared, Vincent.

I think they're gonna arrest me.

I know how this works.

If they bring me in, I believe they will arrest me.

I'm not sure how, when I'll get to write you again.

All my love, Roni.

- Senior.

(speaking foreign language)

Well, it's not exactly like a pool or beachfront.

You are a smart man, what do you do?

You are lawyer?

Doctor?

- Neither.

I worked in the financial industry, investments, bonds.

- So you are a money man, huh?

This is not so bad.

You have a special person.

(speaking foreign language)

Who care for you.

Is the one who puts the money in the letters.

No?

- Yes.

That is true.

- I thought so.

(Chano laughing)

- But now.

(speaking foreign language)

You're stuck.

Huh?

You are to between Scylla

and Charybdis,

right?

- Why do you say that?

- The letter.

Eight months now you read over and over.

- The person who's been writing,

they're in trouble, I think,

because of me.

- And now. - And now,

you have not heard from them for eight months.

The last time you pay me the rent was eight months ago.

(speaking foreign language)

- Listen, Chano.

- No, no, no, no.

I break my rule for you.

I let you stay here for so long

without pay because I trusted you.

But this trust does not last forever.

And your outstanding debt is outweighing it.

You are a money man.

I'm sure you understand what I am saying.

- Chano.

I will have the money soon, I will.

It's just taking a little long, okay?

I'm sure it's all just being worked out.

It's just a matter of a few weeks.

- And you believe this?

- Yes.

I do.

- Well, the fact is,

if you do not pay me soon,

this is going to be very difficult for you.

(speaking foreign language)

- Oh and until you pay me,

you will receive only one meal a day.

(speaking foreign language)

(phone banging)

(dramatic music)

Where's my money?

Where is the money?

Give me the American money?

- I don't have any, it didn't come!

What the fuck?

You know it didn't come.

- You have to pay, senior.

(tense music)

It better come today, or tonight you have a big problem.

(dramatic music)

- No money came?

- No package.

No money.

- How do I know you haven't been taking it?

How do I know that?

- This I will forgive you,

due to the delicate nature of your situation.

Do you remember when you first come to me?

Everyone answers to someone.

You will drink with me.

(speaking foreign language)

To of all of life's great weigh stations,

and to those whom they tally.

(speaking foreign language)

Drink.

Drink!

The person who I answer to

is the owner of this fine establishment.

He's my cousin, my (speaking foreign language).

Yes.

Drink.

I know that you have in your life

a person who you would do anything for, sacrifice for.

Is not this the measure of a man?

How much he's willing to do for his family

and for the ones he loves?

(dramatic music)

Drink.

I could talk to my cousin,

to my (speaking foreign language),

and he make an arrangement for you.

You know how to handle money, finances.

But he would value you, yes.

Of course,

that life has its costs.

But your life would not be your own.

You would not be your own man.

Everyone and everything that you knew,

you will leave behind.

You will never see ever again.

You must decide what man you want to be.

Take.

I'm tired of drinking.

Tomorrow you will leave.

One way or another.

North or south, I don't care.

What kind of man do you want to be?

You decide, amigo.

(phone beeping)

- [Elena] Hello, my name is Elena.

How may I help you?

- Listen, I'd like to place a person to person

collect call to the us for Bobby Diaz.

- [Elena] And what is the number?

- It's 213 256 2262.

- [Elena] And who is calling?

- An old poker buddy.

- [Bobby] Where are you?

- [Vincent] I'm in Mexico.

- [Bobby] Mexico?

- [Vincent] I need you to come and get me.

- [Bobby] I don't know, V.

I can't just drop everything I'm doing here.

- [Vincent] Bobby, come on.

I don't know what else to do.

- [Bobby] Okay, okay, listen.

Listen V, tell you what,

is there a bus station or something nearby?

- [Vincent] Yeah, I think so.

- [Bobby] Okay, get there and call me.

I'll buy you a ticket.

It's the best I can do, man.

- [Vincent] Okay.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- So just tell her you're in the car, and that it?

- Yeah.

And that I want to see her.

- I do this, you tell me everything, right?

Because I can't be getting caught up in this shit.

- I'll tell you, I promise I will.

But I have to talk to Roni first.

(door slamming)

- She's not there.

Did you see anybody?

Did they say where she is?

- There was nobody to say.

The office is empty, man, there was nobody there.

- What? - There's nothing.

No furniture, lights, shit on the wall, nothing.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Shit! - Oh let it be,

enough man, I mean what the fuck?

You gotta come clean to me about this shit!

- You talked to Keith lately?

- No, no man.

Not since around the time we played poker.

That was about a year ago, I guess.

- Keith's dead.

I did it.

I killed Keith.

- What?

That's why they were coming around and asking for you.

I don't understand.

- Just drive, Bobby.

I'll show you.

- [Bobby] Where?

- The desert.

(tense music)

- Man wait, what the hell?

Explain this shit to me!

- He must be right here, I swear to God.

I mean, the idea was to let the scavengers.

Gonna leave him out here.

- Come on man, take it easy!

- No, there should be something.

It's barely over a year.

Clothes, or the sheet we wrapped him in.

Something.

- Okay V, wait, wait.

Explain all this, man!

You killed him and you brought him here a year ago?

- Yes Bobby, yes.

It was the bet, remember?

That stupid fucking bet I made with Mitch at poker.

I didn't take it seriously.

I come home and Roni's in bed with Keith, and I lost it.

I shot him, and we dragged him right here, right here.

- I don't believe Keith is dead, man.

- Believe it.

Keith is fucking dead.

I shot him, I killed him, and it was a mess.

It was a bloody mess.

And Roni and I, we took him,

and we dragged him right here.

I think they arrested Roni.

And the only reason I came back was to turn myself in.

But I wanted to tell her Roni first, keep her out of it.

- Keith is not dead, man.

He's not!

Look, I told you I haven't spoken to him, but Mitch has!

Well, Mitch spoke to his cousin anyway.

- When?

- A few months ago!

It's true!

So I don't see how you could have killed him

a year ago, man.

Mitch is gone too.

He just picked up and moved away.

Said he wanted a change,

he was talking about Alaska or something.

- Take me home.

(dramatic music)

- Hello, Vincent.

The reason you find yourself standing there

perplexed as you are is the result of your blind,

relentless preconception that everything with yourself,

with us, had been, is and would always be all right.

Built within this preconception was your wrong-headed belief

that there was only one way to consider yourself a success.

And it made you reckless.

With us, with work, with your friends.

Completely by chance, I ran into Mitch and Keith

about a year and a half or so ago at a bar downtown.

After a few Macallans,

I guess I let it slip

that there wasn't much left to our marriage anymore.

And then Mitch started busting my chops

about a prenup you were always bragging about

and how if we divorced, I wouldn't get anything.

You know how Mitch is, they laughed and so did I.

And then I told them the one circumstance,

according to that prenup

you lovingly insisted I sign,

the one situation that would not only void the prenup,

but would give me nearly everything,

including your precious trust fund, abandonment.

You caught your breath yet?

I'm sure you needed a moment.

You see Vincent, I know you so well.

Not because of our mediocre years together,

but because as a behavioral psychologist, it's my job.

I get to know people better than they know themselves.

Did you know Mitchell's dream was to retire early

and explore the wilds of Alaska?

And Keith's,

Keith wanted to see the world.

He just never had the money to do it.

Oh, and me,

I just wanted out.

And to take from you what you bragged over and over

that I could never have.

The question was, how?

How to get you to abandon me.

Well, fortunately,

I had a wide variety of clients.

- [Gus] It's just that I don't want to retire, doc.

I told you that, I got a lot left in the tank,

and I just don't want to.

- Gus, I'm curious, as a special effects artist,

is that the computer created stuff, the C?

- [Gus] What CGI?

Hell, no way, that crap's killing the business.

No, I do the real deal.

Physical stuff, explosions, bullet hits.

- Bullet hits?

- [Gus] The real stuff, the real deal.

- Gus, listen, a few of us wanted to play a practical joke

on one of our friends.

Would you be interested in trading a few free sessions

for your services?

Vincent, I could have imagined that

had you made a sincere, credible effort to change,

we would have still had a chance,

and I would have backed off.

But that bet.

Mitch never believed you would take it.

I knew otherwise.

And the galling, profoundly hurtful that my husband

was so open to the efforts of another man seducing me

made backing off impossible.

So while you went speeding to the airport,

and I heard an angry voicemail

saying not to bother coming to Texas,

I finally had a chance to orchestrate your arrival.

At the end of it, that you would go for the weapon,

too traumatized to realize that you didn't have lockbox key.

It was never a question,

but you would have found the box locked

and I needed it unlocked.

So where did you keep the key?

I heard somebody, somebody's in the house.

I had to find out.

- You sure?

Okay, stay here.

- And remember, I was working late.

When I got home, it was easy to create cause for concern.

But the most troubling question was how many blanks to use.

Gus needed to know so he could figure out

how many shots to tape on Keith,

and Keith needed to know so he knew how many times

to trigger the bullet hits.

And I needed to know how many blanks to load.

Too few, and you would have wondered

why there weren't as many rounds in there

as you've always kept.

I calculated five.

Four for outright rage,

and one more before you came to your senses.

But you only shot four.

That's why.

Give me the gun.

I wanted the gun.

All you had to do is eventually shoot it or check it,

and it would have been all over.

There was one last thing that had to happen,

and it had to be your idea,

otherwise you would've been suspicious.

My insurance was in knowing you.

I knew that with no way out of the very real prospect

of some muscle-bound, sweaty convict

breathing his hot breath on the back of your neck

in some shitty state prison.

- I have to leave.

- [Roni] You'd run.

And that's exactly what you did.

You took too long, Vincent.

You constantly delayed and set us aside,

refusing to address our needs.

So I chose to act.

And as I would with any other patient,

I worked up a therapy prescription and administered it.

Now Vincent, with your father's money out of the way

and a woman you never truly loved out of your life,

we both have a chance.

A chance to live as we see fit,

and whatever future is stretched out in front of us is ours.

Our own, no one else's.

Good luck, Vincent.

I wish you well.

Roni.

- So you figured out what you're gonna do, man?

- I don't know.

No, I guess.

Nothing maybe, I don't know.

I got to get work and I know that.

Ans it's not gonna be in the securities business,

not without a license, so.

Maybe I'll start a business.

With what?

I mean, I'm not a pillar of financial credibility,

but damn man.

Trading license has been revoked,

sanctioned by the SEC.

Damn near doing time in some white collar country club,

which might not have been a bad thing.

It's just, I don't think banks are gonna to be lining up

to give you a loan, V.

- Roni left me the car, left me the house,

paid it off free and clear once she left.

So I'm all right.

- That's not what I'm talking about, man.

You know that.

Roni.

What you gonna do?

You gonna go get her?

I mean, find her?

- Roni was right.

- What do you mean she was right?

She took your inheritance, man.

- How many people get a chance at a fresh start?

Wipe the slate clean, write something new on the board.

What's that even worth?

How much would you pay for that?

(dramatic music)