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Things come up, you can always call me.

You doing a job was a one-time thing.

Hey! You keeping my shit in there?

What's your problem?

Oh, shit.

Let's do a party at the Cody place, okay?

Come on!

Dude, no, no! It's not that deep, man.

This is the Oceanside Harbor Patrol.

Stay where you are.

I'm Cassandra.

The devil is just an angel who lost his way.

- Go wait in the car. - Dad!

- Don't look at her. Just go. Go! - It's okay, baby.

I just wanted to see him.

He's my son, too!

So why did you even let him take him?

Let him take him?

I would do anything to have Henry back.

That you were trying to set me up!

Wait a minute. I don't know what you're talking about.

Who showed up? What's going on?

DEA. Livengood.

- Well, did he find it? - I got rid of it.

What?

I'm not going to federal prison for your bullshit.

It's not my fault that you have heat on you right now.

The only thing this guy seemed to care about was Deran.

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18-karat white gold.

Box catch clasp with a hidden safety.

Ugh. I want them all.

Now, this one... 53 round-cut stones.

They're beautiful.

But do you have anything larger?

Of course.

Let me show you these.

Now, I think you'll find...

Uh, e-excuse me.

- What are they doing? - I'm not sure.

E-Excuse me. W-What is going on here?

Termite treatment. We got a work order.

Can you smell that?

- It's horrible. - May I see the work order, please?

It's in the truck.

Well, I wasn't notified about any of this.

Um, perhaps I should leave.

Oh, ma'am, if you'll give me just a moment.

Uh, I really... I can't. It's just too horrible.

This is outrageous.

You're driving customers away.

Now, I demand to see

some form of identification immediately.

- Don't do anything stupid. - Don't even think about it.

- Back up. - Okay.

- Back up. Open the gate. - All right, all right.

Keys on the counter.

- Okay. - On the counter, now.

- Okay. - Hands behind your back.

Tell you what, keep your mouth shut,

this can go really nice and easy.

Come here. Sit down.

- Get down. - Okay.

Nobody be a hero.

All right, let's move!

Next time, you're the decoy.

That was boring as hell.

Oh, like anybody's bending over backwards for my Black ass.

We got to get the watches. Get the watches!

No, leave the watches. Just get the bracelets.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Let's go!

- Drive! - Ah!

Jesus... What...

- Get out. - Uh... uh...

Out.

Okay, okay, hold on. Hold on a second.

- Just hold on, all right? - Out!

- Keep your hands up! - Okay, okay. Okay.

Let's go. Come on.

Hey, you're that lowlife

- that was hanging with Cassie, huh? - Shut up.

- That what this was? When you were swimming? - On your knees.

- Shut up! - Casing the place?

- That stupid bitch. - Hands behind your head.

Okay.

Open up. Open up.

- Hey. - What?

Get up.

You're the guy who was with my mom.

- Dad? Dad! - Henry, hey.

It's okay, Henry.

It's okay. He's coming with us.

Just... Hey! Henry, Henry, Henry!

Just relax, Henry. Everything's gonna be okay.

Look at me. I'm not gonna hurt you.

- I promise. You believe me? - Yes.

- All right. - Just take whatever you want

- and go, all right? Just please... - Listen. You listen to me.

I want you to pack your stuff.

You're not coming back.

Just pack it all up. We're gonna go.

We're gonna get out of here.

Come on, Henry. Let's go.

_

Deran.

Deran, it's J. Call me.

_

Such bullshit.

Bike still at Smurf's?

- Yeah, I'm gonna get it later. - Ah, big night, huh?

No, not really.

Could eat, though.

- You hungry? - No.

- I'm starving. - Okay, keep it down.

- What's your problem? - Oh, I don't know.

I just spent a grand on your bail.

How about a "thank you"?

Thank you. All right?

I have to get to Tonya's.

Well, as long as you're taking Nick.

Fine.

What the hell does he want?

How the hell do I know?

- What are you doing here, man? - We need to talk.

- Where's Deran? - How the hell should I know?

He's not answering my texts.

What's the problem?

- I talked to Pete last night. - Oh, yeah? You get us our money?

No. He gave me this.

An agent showed up asking questions about Deran.

You know who that is?

Yeah, this was the cop that busted Adrian.

Thought Deran dealt with that shit.

Shit.

All right, where is he? Adrian.

Indonesia.

Is that why the DEA is circling Deran right now?

Because if this Livengood guy knows

that we're working with Pete, what else does he know?

DEA don't know shit. Pete ain't gonna say anything.

They're just fishing around, hoping we'll overreact.

Well, Pete flushed the coke.

- What? - Yeah, that's what happens

when the DEA shows up.

- What was it doing at Pete's? - Deran told me to move it.

- To Pete's? - It doesn't matter, man. It's gone.

What do you mean it's gone, bro?

I can't be back to zero right now.

I know. That's why we need to find Deran

- and we need to sort this out. - Deran?

- This is on you. - Me?

You lied about this job in the first place...

- Me? - ... saying that this was cash.

This shit started with you.

What, you got nothing to say now?

Adrian was Deran's problem,

but now he's all of our problem. Do you understand that?

Deran!

Been a while since you've been down here to Trestles.

Hey, man.

Waves at home blown out?

Yeah, something like that.

Good to see you out in the water, bro.

- Hello? - Josh?

- It's Lark Johnson. - Hey.

I have an addendum to the probate documents

I need to get to you for signatures.

Oh, yeah. You can FedEx them to the house.

Well, actually, I'm in San Diego for a conference.

So if there's any chance you could come by and pick them up?

Uh...

I'd like to keep the paper trail on this to a minimum.

Obviously.

Yeah. Uh, yeah, sure. I'll text you when I'm close.

I'm gonna be a while.

Ah!

How much is that bitch paying you?

Look, whatever it is, I'll double it.

Hey, man, why don't you just take my watch?

You'll get at least 30 grand for it.

She's not paying me.

I'm not gonna hurt you, kid.

You know, she's a shit mother.

She's not a shit mother.

Whatever you think you know about Cassie,

whatever she told you, it's not true... none of it.

What are we doing? What are... Why are we stopping?

Hey, come on.

Hey, why'd we stop?!

- Come on! - Dad!

- Give me your feet. - Oh, come on. Please, no.

- Dad! - Give me your feet!

Come on, man, just...

You... You don't have to do this, all right?

Walk.

- Why you doing this? - Go.

- Dad! - Why? Come on, please.

- Move, go! - Okay. All right, okay.

- Go! - What are we doing?!

Please, don't! Don't, don't, don't.

Okay. Okay, j-j-just wait. Just wait, just wait.

- Just wait, please! - Go!

- Dad! - Come on, man.

You can't do this. Please.

- Dad! - Please! My kid, man!

- Dad! - Down. Now.

Please don't do this.

- On your knees. - Ah, sh...

Please don't do this. Please, please!

- Dad! - Please don't do this.

Don't do this, please.

My son, man. Please.

Please don't do this.

Let it happen.

Just let this happen, you hear me?

Aah!

Dad!

Dad!

Why are you doing this?

Hey, you can't leave me out here!

Henry!

- Dad! - Henry!

Please!

- Aah! - Dad!

It's okay, Henry!

Hey!

Please! Henry!

What, you don't answer your phone anymore?

I was surfing Trestles.

You drove to Trestles? There's swells out front.

Well, I like Trestles better.

What's wrong?

Pete flushed the coke.

- What? - Yeah, it's gone. All of it.

Why was it at Pete's?

Because you told J to take it to Pete's.

No, I told J to take it to the bowling alley.

Yeah, and he took it to Pete's.

And then that DEA agent went around

asking questions about you.

Pete then gets spooked and then flushes it.

Let me think about this for a second.

What the hell is there to think about, man?

Where's J now?

How the hell do I know?

Why are you staring at me like that?

Because you're the one that told J

to get rid of the coke in a flex.

Yeah, 'cause I didn't want it in the house!

Yeah, because you had the DEA sniffing around, right?!

We have nothing!

And how many times do I need to say it?

We need cash!

But nah. Nah, nah, nah, nah.

You and J have have got to go around measuring dicks.

- Yeah? What have you done?! - What have I done?

Yeah, what have you done?!

I didn't tell that asshole to move it to Pete's!

Yeah, you know what? J is an asshole.

But so are you. You're an asshole.

So congratulations on both being assholes.

Sick of this shit, man.

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Man!

- Man, we made money. - Ah!

- Man... - Let's go.

Oh, geez, you reek.

What was that stuff that you were spraying around?

Coyote piss.

Keeps the possums off my orange trees.

Yeah, well, you both can clear a room.

Janine, let's go.

- Hey, come on! - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me a minute.

- Come on! - Come on!

Oh, my God! I'm gonna miss the best part!

- Whoo! Whoo-hoo! - Come on! Let's go!

- Give me the money! - Okay.

- Now! Let's go! - Okay, okay! Don't shoot.

Don't give me a reason to, then.

- Make it quick and easy. - Okay, look, man.

- I got kids, okay? - Yeah, man, who doesn't?

Open it up. Don't move.

- Hey, what's up? - Hey, Josh.

So, you and your uncles need to sign all three copies.

What is it?

It states that all four of you all agree to equal shares

and control of your grandmother's estate.

It's, uh, an unusual situation,

'cause most families want to, you know, divide things up,

go their separate ways.

- Yeah, well, we're not most families. - Hmm.

Yeah, don't I know it. Mine either.

More like a family business.

We want to keep things going.

But if things were to change,

how long would it take to divide everything up?

Well, what's changed?

How long?

Ah, well, we'd draw up new paperwork.

But it would be easier if your uncles just bought you out.

Get these signed and back to me.

And for anything else, I bill $500 an hour.

Bye.

- Ooh. - That's happened?

- What's going on here? - Oh, shit.

- Oh, that must... - You gotta be kidding me.

Guessing this is the wife.

Framing a house in Temecula, asshole?

You followed me?

Is this her?

- She's... - Or is it her?

- Huh? - Mnh-mnh.

Hi, it's me. Janine.

Nice to meet you.

This is why you're never home?

- Cheryl, will you calm down? - This is where you go?

Domestic disputes attract attention.

- Oh, you think this is funny, bitch? - Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

- Get away from me! - Yeah, a little bit.

You son of a bitch.

Oh, heads up. Heads up!

- You're here... - Whoa!

- ... raising her kids... - Hey! Jesus!

- ... instead of having one with me! - Hey, listen to me! Let's talk about it.

- Damn it! - Jesus!

Oh, no! No!

- Hey, just give her some space. - Will you back off?!

- Hey! - Hey, whoa!

Hi, Cheryl. Nice to meet you.

You want to come inside?

Want me to give you a little tour of all the spots

- that I banged your husband? - Jesus, Janine.

No?

- Then why don't you walk away? - Easy.

And take your little domestic dispute off my property!

Thank you.

Hey. Slow down for a sec.

- Get away. Get away! - Just let...

God damn it!

That's funny, huh?

Thanks, Janine.

Holy shit.

You guys want beers and steaks?

Hey, get back in the truck.

Is my dad dead?

No.

Are you... her new boyfriend?

No.

Then why are you doing this?

Because kids need their mothers.

And they should be with their mothers.

I mean...

if their mothers are good.

I... I think she is.

Good.

Let's go.

Stop!

You need to learn how to cook a steak.

It's good.

Mnh-mnh, you cooked that a minute at most.

All right, all right, all right. So!

Gia says we could all get 5 grand each after her cut.

Successful day at work.

- Did Gia say when? - Couple weeks.

Aw, shit.

Manny, she's not selling them out of the trunk of her car in TJ.

Hey, 5 grand's top dollar.

Oh, shit. I gotta make a phone call.

What's his problem?

Somebody showed him a racetrack.

Yeah.

Oh, you got your hands full down here.

That's four kids, by my count.

Yeah, Jake's easy enough,

but Manny... he's a handful.

But he's good under pressure, and he wants to earn, so...

That 5 grand's gonna come in handy.

Least I could do.

Guy on the inside was yours.

Turns out, Ernie's a pretty lousy security guard.

- Pah! All right. - Told your ass.

- Well, teach me how to cook, then. - Mnh-mnh.

So, what's next?

What?

Pam! Come on.

How about we just enjoy this for a hot minute?

I'm just saying.

Something works, it works.

All right. Let's go get some real food.

Go away!

Open up!

- What do you want? - Open the door.

Say whatever you came to say.

Hi, baby.

Hi, baby!

What are you doing here?

- Huh? - Andrew brought me.

He pulled a gun on us and left Dad in the desert.

What?

I didn't... I didn't ask you to do that.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- I didn't ask you to do that. - You gotta go.

What... What, now?

You got to get to the 5, head north

toward the Canadian border.

B-B-But what did you do?

I got you your kid back. You can be together,

but you've gotta go.

- Y-Yeah, but... - Now!

Okay, okay.

Uh, grab Mama's, um, journals off of the bookshelf.

You're gonna take the train from Bellingham

- to Vancouver. - Oh, my God!

There's no inspection,

and the checkpoint's on the Canadian side.

- Okay. - Okay?

But I can't... I can't...

- I can't... - You need to go.

Now.

Y-You want to go with us?

You said you didn't know where you were headed.

Just take it.

You gotta get moving. Please.

Okay.

- Go. - Okay.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay. All right.

Okay, okay. Come on, baby.

You lost, g�ero?

- There somewhere we can talk? - Sure.

What do you want to talk about?

Tune-up? Oil change?

- Cut the shit. - You cut the shit.

Why didn't I know you had heat on you?

DEA's got nothing.

It ain't nothing when I'm sitting on your weight.

Not anymore, though, right?

You expect me to say sorry?

One cop shows up,

and you flush half a million dollars' worth of coke down the toilet?

So, what, I'm a liar now?

Either that or a pussy.

Damn.

Smurf's little boys, huh?

Every one of you a pain in my ass.

This is what I get for trying to help out

an old friend's hu�rfanas?

Let me tell you, we are done with that shit now.

So the next time you, your nephew, your crazy brother,

or your coked-out brother come around here,

you ain't leaving.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Just broke down a few blocks from here.

I couldn't believe that shit, man.

- Whatcha drinking? - Tequila.

No, no, no. Good stuff.

Again.

Hear that, R.J.? Not everyone likes that bottom-shelf pig piss.

Suck it, you old cocktease.

Keep 'em coming.

? I think I found that what I need ?

? Is a balanced heart to steady me ?

? I think I found, I think I found it all ?

? I think I found, I think I found it all ?

- ? I think I found ? - Till the money's gone.

? I think I found ?

You got it.

? I think I found ? ? I think I found it all ?

What are you laughing at?

- The look on Jake's face! - What?

- Man was like six inches tall! - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You know, either Cheryl breaks up with him

and he's on my doorstep tomorrow,

or I never see him ever again.

That man is never getting over you.

- Aww. - You should just cut that poor boy loose.

- Do you even like him? - Yeah.

He's... He's loyal. He's tall.

Good chin.

- Chin? - Kids.

- Maybe I want more kids. - With Jake?

Yeah, why not?

What you gonna do with all those kids

when you out robbing and raising hell?

Take them with me?

Oh, God.

You gonna outgrow this trailer

- as fast as the last one, you know. - Mnh-mnh.

I'm saving up to buy a house.

I already have my eye on one.

Mm.

- Okay. - Oh, I have more beer in the fridge.

- Mnh-mnh. I don't think so. - What?

- No! - Oh!

No, you're not going.

- I got to go home. - Come on!

- I got to go home to my babies. - Come on! No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Please! - No.

- I'm heading home. - Yes!

- No. - Bye.

No!

Fine. Go.

I thought we were celebrating, but whatever.

Come on, don't be like that.

What am I doing? You said you have to go. Go.

- Okay. - See you around.

Yeah.

Yeah, you will.

Very soon.

You know what?

This is what we should be doing.

Cash.

Not... Not... Not drugs, not gold, not safes.

You know, I just hit six places in between here and El Cajon.

- Six. - Yeah,

so then I can smuggle you some blow

- on visitation day. - Oh, yeah? You talk to Pete?

Get the hell out of my face, man.

You can't admit that I'm right?

Just once, huh?

- Where the hell you been, J? - Admit it.

Taking care of some things. Did you tell him?

You know, I said move the coke, not move it to Pete's.

You should've told us about the DEA.

I had it handled.

- You lied about the job. - Bullshit.

- Did you know about this? - Shut up, man.

- No, no, no. - Shut up.

We're not here because of me.

We're here because you didn't have the balls

to shoot your boyfriend.

Is that what you think, too?

Ah!

Son of a bitch.

You like shooting people, don't you, huh?

You liked watching Smurf's brains

blow out the side of her head, huh?!

Smurf said you weren't strong enough to deal with Adrian.

She was right!

Enough.

Craig, enough!

Enough!

Craig, get off him.

Craig!

Get off him!

Enough! Get off him.

Ah.

What the hell happened?

What, today?

Yesterday? Last week?

You've been gone a long time, man.

Why is the house trashed?

It's a long story.

- Where you been, man? - Doesn't matter.

- I'm home. - Yeah?

You get your shit together, or you gonna act like a psycho

and keep taking off all the time?

Yo, where the hell have you been?

You guys get into a fight?

Well, it wasn't really a fight.

J got his ass kicked.

Looks like he did okay to me.

- Where is he? - Beats me.

Ah.

Yeah, man, looks like you cracked a rib.

- What? - Yeah, that's crooked.

All right. Do it.

All right.

- You ready? - Yeah.

All right, on three. One...

Aah! Gah!

Yeah, still hideous.

All right.

What's that for?

You going somewhere?

I'm leaving.

No, you're not.

Put it back.

I said put it back. Put it back!

I'm leaving, Pope.

You leave, and I'll find you.

You should clean that up.

Maybe put some ice on it.

Come here, little man. Come here.

Hey, you, wake up. Come here.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Just want you to be with me.

Hey, you're never gonna leave me, right, baby?

Mm.

Both of you. You.

You're never gonna leave me.

Good, good, good, good. That's my babies.

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