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...to the value
of over $12 million.

The ship was seized and three
suspects taken into custody

but the cocaine itself
was not found.

Police suspect
it was thrown overboard..

Come on.

Can you take care of that?

You're doing a great job.
Good work, everybody.

Keep it up, keep it up!

Hello.

Hi.

Okay. Normally
when you call someone,

you have something to say.

Sorry. Uh...
I was just wondering

when you're coming home.

Peter, I told you,
I'm at the office.

I don't know
when I'm gonna be done.

When I get home,
I get home, okay?

Okay.

Angie.

Yeah.

Nothing.

Peter.

Don't call
if you don't have to call.

All right?

- You're late?
- I know.

Mikey was looking for you.

Where is your bag?

I don't know.
I had a bit of an issue.

It's my mom, I think
she knows that something's...

Okay, that's okay, that's okay.

All right, well, buy
whatever you need, it's okay.

Um...

Hey, what time are they coming?

7:00.

Hey, I was wondering
if I could, um...

- What?
- Can I just talk to you about something?

Where the hell have you been?

- Let me show you something. See that?
- Hi, Mikey.

Hi, how are you? Lookie there,
right there, see that?

Those are a table
waiting for the waiter.

So go, please, with haste.

- Yes.
- Yes. Thank you.

And you, kind of done with you.

Why? 'Cause every time
there's a fuckup,

somewhere I see your face.

The job's simple..
Wash the dishes, don't fuck up.

Wash the dishes, don't fuck up.

Simple, right?

Okay, champ.

Hey, would it kill ya
to put a smile on your face?

- Hi.
- Oh, hi, Mikey.

How you doing?

W-Would you mind
not smoking in here, please?

It's not my habit, Peter,
to, uh...

inquire into
the motivations or...

the personal reasons
for my clients' requests.

But let me say this.

The tapes are... conclusive.

The tapes
and that other thing...

they don't go together.

It's not the solution.

The asset transfer
into Angelica's name,

well, uh, aside
from the craziness

of it being your money...

Angie.

What?

Angelica prefers
to go by "Angie" now.

Okay.

Well...

Angie owns everything.

Now, if you want my help,
you know,

in, uh, trying to deal
with this further, I can.

But this other way,
it's not an option,

it's a mistake.

You got my number.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Welcome to Collide.

I'm looking
for a Tamira...

It was a booking.

Tamira, yeah.

Follow me,
she's already waiting for you.

Hi.

You must be Hunter.

Uh, yes. Hunter.

I'll send your waiter
to come take your order.

Take a seat.

How's it going?

Nothing like a blind date, huh?

Yeah, I'm gonna run
to the ladies' room...

first, so...

- No problem.
- Okay.

Okay. Look at this.

I got our blueprints right here.

Um, hi.
Do you have a reservation?

Nah, I'm just waiting
for somebody.

Okay.

Um...

So, look, the council is gonna
sign off on this this week.

Okay, we start with
the load-bearing wall out here,

and then I think that we can
actually begin

to move this one at the end,

if we're careful about it.

Uh...

What?

Can you focus, please?

Oh, I'm focused. Mm-hmm.

Hey... it's your money.

Manzanillas and Kalamatas,
as per your preference.

Oh, you're so attentive.

Thanks.

I just fired him.

- So...
- Are you from around...

Sorry, go ahead.

No, I was just wondering
if you're from here.

It seems like a place to...

South Africa.

Look, maybe we should just,
you know, end this

and not waste
each other's time anymore.

I don't feel like we're...

Hey, you guys
ready to order?

You know...
I'll give you a few minutes.

A few minutes.

Stay.

I think we just...

got off on the wrong foot.

Stay.

I'd better be going.

Don't get up.

Yeah, I think I'm done here.

Um... I think you should put
your hand underneath your chair.

- Put...?
- Put your hand...

under your chair.

That is
weight-sensitive explosive.

I need that calamari!
Go, go, go!

- You wanted to talk?
- Yeah.

- Meet me outside.
- Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

What did you want to tell me?

Uh...

Lily, what?

Come here. Come here.

Uh... I...

It's very...

So, I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

Baby.

Yeah?

Lily.

This is perfect.

This is... this is
the start of our new life.

A new beginning.

I don't know...

The drugs and everything,
it just kind of...

- No, no, no.
- There's just something about it that doesn't feel right.

- No, I don't think...
- You don't understand.

...that we should be doing this.

Baby, you don't understand
what this is.

This coke, I mean,
finding all this coke

just floating out there,
that's destiny.

Destiny?

This is our chance
for a better life.

Are you sure?

This is our time.

Hey, Zee.

Your shit's piling up in there.

Look.

When this is over,
we're getting in that car

and we're not
looking back, okay?

Just you, me, and the baby,

and $1 million.

Zee.

At seven o'clock, a car's
gonna be waiting outside.

You're gonna bring
the stuff in a bag.

You're gonna leave the bag
in the back seat.

We'll take it from there.

All right, just...
make sure you bring the money.

Excuse me?

What did you say to me?

Uh...

the-the money.

Just-just...
it's part of the deal.

Yeah, I know
the fuckin' deal, all right?

No, I just..

Just shut the fuck up,
be on time.

Do I pay you to chat on your phone with
your boyfriend while you're at work?

I'm sorry, Mr. Roberts, I was
just making a quick call.

You steal a box of
Simonsberg Sauvignon Blanc?

Steal a.. No, I haven't
stolen anything, I swear.

I'm watchin' ya.

Get back to work.

Okay, what's going on?

If you get off that chair,
it detonates.

If you call for help,

I will take the disarm code
to my grave.

All right, did you have a chance
to look at the menu?

I'll have another bottle
of red wine.

Okay? Same?

Same one?

Did you want anything?

Just the wine.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

All right.

I have money.

Yeah. You have money.

And where did you get
your money, Hunter?

My parents, I inherited it
when they passed.

And where did they get
their money?

- What does it matter? I have money..
- Listen, listen.

You answer my questions.

Do you hear me?

You answer my fucking questions.

Where did your parents
get their money?

My father, he worked
for the government.

How much do you want?

I don't want your fucking money.

Then what do you want?

You don't get to question me.
Do you understand?

It doesn't work
that way anymore.

You're gonna do what I say,

that's what the fuck
you're gonna do now.

This isn't real.

It's bullshit.

This thing isn't real.

If I get off this chair,
nothing's gonna happen.

You know why it's bullshit?

Because if I die, you die too,

and if not,
you go to jail for murder.

You've never really suffered.

Have you?

You don't seem to understand

that the idea of me
dying here today

doesn't scare me.

It fills me with relief.

You're bluffing.

What's up, Mama?

Travis!

Oh, my God.
I'm so happy to see you.

- When did you get out?
- Got out a couple days ago.

Yeah. You look really good.

Yeah, look at you.
You're looking good too.

This tie, you're lookin'
all professional and shit.

Thank you so much,
it is a clip-on.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Where's, uh...
Where is Zee at?

Oh, he's in the back, you know.
I can try to go get him.

No, no, no.
How y'all doing?

- We're good.
- Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, we're good.

Actually, um...

So, it's kind of looking like

we might leave L.A.

- Oh, what?
- Yeah.

Okay. What's up with that?

Oh, I...

it's kind of...

It just feels
like the right time.

You got something else
going on or what?

Um...

I don't think I should...

Hey, we family.

No, I know, but...

I just...

I mean, okay,

you can't say anything
to anyone,

for real.

Um... okay.

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, so...

And believe me,
I know how this sounds

coming out of my mouth,
but, um...

basically Zee just...

he just like found
a bunch of coke.

Oh, what?

It's like, uh, this weird
gift from the universe,

you know, to help us
get out of here.

So we're going.

That's a hell of a gift.

You know how I feel
about all of that stuff,

but we're just gonna go
with it and...

We're getting rid
of all of it at once.

- Hey, I'm happy for y'all.
- Thanks.

- Yeah.
- So, uh,

do me a favor, go holler
at Zee for me, huh?

Yeah, I will.

I'm sure he's gonna be
so happy to see you.

It's good to see you.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Fuck.

February 1st, 2022.

9:17 p.m.

Wright residence.

Tape 1.

Barely knows how to
make himself a cup of coffee,

and here you are whipping up
risotto from what's left.

Mm, Klein Constantia
Sauvignon Blanc.

By kind donation
of the Collide cellar.

Wow, that place
is gonna have nothing left

by the time you're finished
pilfering from it.

Hey, I've given them
ten years and I've..

I feel like
a young girl.

That ass
moves like one, too.

Whoa, careful..

Yeah, baby.

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck!

Don't stop.

Don't stop, baby, come on.
Come on.

Don't stop! Don't stop!

What does he want?

Well, uh, did you see him?

He's...

Lily, what the fuck
does he want?

I... I don't know,
I mean, he's...

he's your brother
so I think he just

wants to say hi,
and he just got out.

- Say hi, Lily?
- Yeah.

He never just wants
to say hi, all right?

In 20 minutes, I got a deal
for six kilos of cocaine...

Medium-rare!

Not bleeding
off the fuckin' plate!

All right, everybody, come here.

Gather around, children.

Get your shit together.

We got Janice fucking Schoonfeld
coming in like a secret diner.

I got staff waltzing in late.

I got food that looks like
a fuckin' retard cooked it.

Get your shit together,

or get the fuck
out of my restaurant.

Oh, hey, yeah, one more thing.

We got stock-take today
and tomorrow.

We're missing items.

Boxes of wine, crates of oysters

and more.

And it can only be one of you.

Walk-in freezer
and fridge first,

dry goods tomorrow.

Stay out of their way.

They're gonna look
at the freezers.

I know, I know.

If you're so sure
that I'm bluffing...

get up.

Get up.

Shit.

Are you okay?

I'm gonna take this and then
I'll go get you a Band-Aid,

okay?

Be right back.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Please, I can get you
anything you want.

This is me.

The young girl.

Those are some vineyards.

I'm not sure where.

Tokai, maybe.

We worked from 6 a.m.
until sunset.

That "madam" is giving me
my midday drink.

Do you know what it is?

It's the wine not fit to sell

from the barrels
that overferment.

I remember how terrible
it tasted, but...

it was so hot out there.

I was about 11 years old.

I worked on those farms
for three years,

until my father
was released from prison

and came to get me.

Of course it was too late.

By then I was
a full-blown alcoholic.

My parents did
what they could, but...

there were no
decent rehab facilities

that would take black girls
in those days.

They were good people...

my mom and my dad.

Somehow or another,
they got me out of the country

and they got me clean.

And they got me an education.

And...

then they were killed.

And the doctor
prescribed me tranquilizers

to help with the grief.

You know how that is.

Once an addict,
always an addict.

You know, today's the first time
that I've had a glass of wine

since those days
as a little girl.

But you're more
of a beer guy, though, right?

What's up, playboy?

Huh?

Long time no see, man.

Look, come to the back.

We can't talk here.

Oh, what?

Did you just tell them
that you're catching up

with your big bro, or what?

Look, my boss sees you,
I'm in the shit, so just...

just give me your number
and I'll call you after work.

Oh, you for real right now, huh?

I been locked up 18 months, boy.

Remember all them times that I
put food on your plate, huh?

Hustled them pills
to keep our family straight,

and now you ain't
got but a minute for me?

I'm supposed to be at work here.
What do you want me to fuckin' do?

Stand up for yourself,
motherfucker.

Don't do this right now,
all right?

Don't do this right now?
Do it when?

When you wanna talk? Huh?

Slave to the rhythm, huh?

Boys, let me get a grilled asparagus,
table nine, please.

I want that linguine
and clams in five minutes.

Five minutes, please.
Thank you.

It's nothing
like the poets say.

There's nothing
romantic about it.

Shakespeare, bullshit.

Love is hard, dude.

Love is work, the coal mine,

daily, relentless work,

and it's not cheap,
it's rare and beautiful

and the only thing
worth fighting for,

but it's not cheap.

If you want cheap,
go sign up for "The Bachelor,"

get married in a week
and divorced the next.

This is "Love Hurts."

Let's go to the line
and take some calls.

Line 1, this is Rick.
Talk to me.

Yeah, hi,
this is Stu, and...

- Spit it out, Stu.
- It's my girl.

She wants to get married.

She's hassling me for
the ring, for a commitment.

She's not the one, huh?

I don't know.

I mean, I love her.

She's not the one, Stu.

If she was the one,
you wouldn't hesitate.

Next caller, you're on.
Go ahead.

It's my boss. He...

We've been seeing each other
for a few months now, and...

He's married?

- Yes.
- Kids?

No, that's the answer to your
as-yet unasked question.

He is never going
to leave them for you.

You are a piece on the side...

Hey, buddy.

I'm really hungry.

Do you, uh...
can you give me some change?

Ooh, I'll take the fifty.

I'll take the fifty. Yeah.

Yeah.

All right.

What's with the face?

I got syphilis!

I sleep on the street!

Huh?

You don't like it?

Then do something about it!

And you!

Hey!

Hey!

I will shit on your head
if I ever see you again!

Huh?

- Do something about it!
- Hey!

Come on, man.

It's your life, Samantha.
You're not defined by him.

You change. Forget about him,
work on yourself.

Call me, people,

515-6363,

and we can work this shit out.

DJ Rick's half-hour.

He's an asshole,
but he'll solve your problems.

Call in now, folks.

515-6363.

Okay, who have we got here?

Hello?

Yeah, you're on.
Talk to me.

I...

What is it?

Hey, what's wrong?

What did you tell him?

- What?
- Travis.

What did you tell him
about us tonight?

I... I just...

I just asked him if he could take
care of Aunt Gale while we're gone,

you know, make sure she..

Listen, Travis, he cannot
take care of himself,

let alone take care of my aunt.

If he knows what's going on,
he's gonna ruin everything.

And we cannot
tell anyone about this.

No one.

All right?

These are not people
to mess with.

So you cannot say
anything, okay?

What did you tell him?

I'm sorry, I just... I...

I just told him about the deal.

You told him about the deal?

I just... He's your brother.

My brother went to jail...

Did you tell him where it is?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

All right, all right, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.

No, no, no, no.
No, no, no. Okay.

I'm gonna make this work.
I'm gonna make this work.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

Don't worry, don't worry.
I will make this work.

Only one left.

It's all I need.

There will be
no more days after this.

I see you're finally
catching up.

They dropped the charges that...

They pardoned him.

Pardoned?

Do you think you can just
kill a husband and a wife?

A mother and a father

to their young daughter?

Do you think you can just
blow up their car...

in broad daylight,

their blood splattering

across their child's
new school dress?

It's going to now mean nothing

because a group of old racist
white men in a room say so?

I had no idea.

You had no idea
your father worked

for the security forces
in the Apartheid government?

I think, maybe...

Yeah, what do you think
he did for them?

I-I was a kid,
it was a long time ago.

He was tasked with silencing
black disruptors.

I didn't know that.

What, you were like
14 years old.

Old enough to tell
your 48-year-old garden boy

to go and fetch your rugby ball?

You knew.

I never wanted to be like him.

No?

I'm not like him.

Really?

I've never hurt anyone.

What about Junior Mafekeng?

Th-th-they-they...

They don't know..
We don't know who did that.

Th-th-that pickup,
that was a farm truck.

Anybody could have
been driving it.

He was six years old,

dragged behind that car
until he died.

We don't know what happened!

You can't blame me
for that, please.

It was.. It was dark out there.

It never stops.

Blood begets blood.

Hearts harden.

Until we don't even
feel anymore.

Yeah, I remember...

slapping my little niece
so hard, her nose bled.

I was so angry
she spilled food on her shirt.

It was the shirt we put her in

because we were going
into the city.

God forbid we look
like poor blacks.

You know, to be treated like
an animal for so long,

till you start to believe
you are one.

Everybody heard about it, man.

It was big news
around the cell blocks.

"Coke floats," they called it.

$10 million coke floats.

I remember thinking I had
this tripped-out thought.

I thought, "Man,
that motherfucker Zee,

he wake up early as hell.

He out on the beach,
fishing for them crayfish.

What if he finds it?"

Imagine finding all that coke
thrown overboard.

Then what do you know?

That is exactly what happened.

That is unfuckin' believable.

Where is it, Zee?

I'm getting rid of it.

Oh, you're getting rid of it?

Yeah.

That shit belongs
to someone, homie.

Some crazy motherfucker
who'll slit your throat to get it back.

You thought, what,
you'd just pawn that shit off

on the first motherfucker who walked
by with a little money in his pocket

and then you'd just walk away?

It don't work like that, man.

There's some big weight
we talkin' here,

and you don't know
what the fuck you're doing.

You and Miss Lily,
y'all will end up hella dead.

It's all good, man,
I'll help you out.

I'll hook you up with somebody
that'll get you a good price.

Why don't you help
with Aunt Gale?

I'm offering to help you out
with this.

So, what the fuck
is the problem?

- Look, I gotta get back to work.
- Hey!

You always thought you were
superior to me, huh?

Mr. Big Man.

Mr. "I'm gonna take care
of shit on my own."

Yeah, right.

Thought you were better than me,
better than Mom,

better than our friends.

But now you think you're
a superior drug dealer.

Careful, homie.

Uh, Peter,
this is the part

where you tell me your problems?

I...

I don't think I want
to live anymore.

Whoa! Easy there, Pete.

You don't think you're being
a little dramatic?

Uh...

I've lost everything.

My wife took it all...

to start a business

with the man she's having
an affair with.

The only thing
I'm living for is...

an envelope
from the Philharmonic.

I play violin and I'm...

I'm afraid to open it

'cause if I...

if I don't get in...

if I don't get in...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Sad story there, Peter.

Wow, dude, looks like life's
done a real number on ya.

I'm sorry.

No! Jeez, man, what the hell
are you apologizing for?

Well, I...

I-I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.

I-I-I just... sorry.

Jeez, Pete,
what the hell happened to you?

When did you lose your fight?

Well, this is riveting radio.

Look, dude, we gotta take
an ad break.

Hang on and maybe
we can work this out.

Back in a minute, people.

I ran with the bulls.

Broke bread with the rebels.

Made art from driftwood.

I am the New Man.

I'm Rage Cologne.

DJ Rick's half-hour.

He's an asshole,
but he'll solve your problems.

Call in now, folks.
515-63...

He's going into the freezer
so cover for me.

Okay.

- Gazpacho on table 4 and table 7!
- Yes, sir!

Excuse me, excuse me.

What time are the evening
rump end sirloin deliveries?

I cannot do the meat stock
properly until those have arrived.

They are late.

They will be here shortly.

I will let you know
when they come.

Fine. I'll start
with the fish freezer.

Oh, shit! Shit!

Uh, hey.

Sorry to bother you. Um...

Uh, my apron keeps coming loose.

- Oh.
- I can never get a good knot on it.

- Uh...
- Do you mind?

No. Um... Just...

Okay. Oh, here, I can hold that.

- Oh. Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Uh...
- Get this...

Okay.

Um... just go ahead and...

- Thank you.
- ...tie this.

Trick is to get a good knot.

Yes.

I actually, um...
I haven't met you before.

Are you new?

Oh, uh...
my name's Mr. Smith.

Janice Schoonfeld called us in,

wanted an independent
stock-take.

- So...
- Oh.

I think they suspect the manager

has got his fingers in the till.

What?

The manager.

It normally always is, so...

- It normally always is?
- Yeah.

That's good to know.

Um, I do need my...

I need this back.

Oh! Yeah, this does
belong to you.

- Thank you so much.
- No worries.

And, uh, I need to get
into the seafood freezer.

- The seafood freezer?
- The...

Oh.

Yeah. There it is.

Oh, the seafood freezer.

Yeah.

Now, I'm gonna just...

Oh, of course, excuse me.

- So nice to meet you.
- Wonderful to meet you too.

All right.

Did you really think...

that you could get away with it?

All you whites?

You could just...

run away?

Pretend like it never happened?

That it isn't still happening?

Every day.

Here in America.

South Africa.

Did you think that
I would never find you?

I see you all...

laughing around your barbecues.

Your unaffected kids
playing around

in your twinkling pools

while your maids
clean your toilets

and wash your fancy cars.

This is the new Apartheid.

Hiding in plain sight.

And every day,
with every breath,

this hate inside of me grows,

like a tumor.

I wish there was a part of me
that could forgive.

An enlightened part.

You know?

It's not there.

This...
what you're doing here...

is only gonna make things worse.

Hmm.

No.

I don't think so.

This is protea.

This...

You know they grow
all over the Overberg.

Do you know why?

Wildfires sweep through there
in the summer,

wiping everything out.

And from the ashes...

rebirth.

You see,

the seeds need the intense heat.

You know, sometimes...

you do have to burn it
all the way down...

to start again.

You're talking about human life.

My life.

The principle remains.

Hmm.

Hey, Johnny.

Hey, what's up?

I was wondering if you
could do me a favor?

Sure.

You know Smith, the audit guy?

- Yeah.
- Could you call him for me?

Why would I call him?
What's going on?

I just, um, I just have
to ask him something,

and it would just be super
helpful if you could call him for me

just to say that
you need to talk about,

like, the, um, the stock.

And stuff.

- You're a weirdo.
- I know, I'm such a weirdo.

Um, but anyway,
it would be amazing

if you could do that for me,
so can you do it for me?

- All right.
- Oh...

I'll owe you one.

Coffee sometime?

Yeah, I'd love that.

Deal?

Deal.

Okay.

You're gonna call him, right?

Oh, yeah, yep.

Okay, thank you.

I'm gonna be right back.
You call him now, okay?

- I'll call him right now.
- Okay.

- Watch the sauce, watch the sauce.
- Yes, sir.

Yello.

Sorry, who is this?

Yeah, but I'm right
in the middle of the stock-take.

Fine. I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Hello.

It is not what you think.

What are you doing there?

- I...
- What's in the bag?

I was just getting
something that I left here last week.

- Just let it go.
- So, you're the guy stealing the stock.

- I'm not.. Please believe me.
- You're stealing the stock.

- Then what is in the bag?
- Nothing is in the bag.

Okay, you know what? Come
out of there. Step out of there.

- I think that Janice Schoonfeld is gonna wanna know...
- No, don't tell her.

She is gonna wanna have a little
chat with you about what is in that bag.

- Let's go.
- No. No, no, no!

Call your sister.

Say goodbye.

You enjoying this?

You happy now?

Humility never did
sit well with you lot.

I was wondering when you
were going to turn cocky.

No, really, is this how
you get your kicks?

Watching me beg?

You're sick, you know that?

And you know what?

Apartheid was 20 years ago.

It's over, it's done.

There's no reason why you couldn't
have gone on to live a normal life,

but you didn't wanna
move on, did you?

You have no idea
what you are talking about.

Bullshit.

I call bullshit
on your whole sorry tale.

Do you actually know anything
about what happened to me?

Your parents died.

It's tragic,
and you deserve compassion.

But you have a choice whether you
let that define your whole life or not.

Some wounds just stay with you.

Because you feed them.

Because you don't want them
to fade away.

Because you like being
the victim.

Because without the comfort
of that identity,

you have to live in the real world,
like we all do.

You have to deal with
setbacks like we all do,

not have every
goddamn difficulty cushioned

by the long line of liberals waiting to alleviate
their guilt by helping out the poor blacks..

You think a grant
to study political science

fixes me?

Fixes what?

What is wrong with you?

Look at you.

You're intelligent.

You're beautiful.

Do you know how many people
would wanna live your life?

You see, I have to
disagree with you,

that anyone
is gonna want my life.

I know it would have been
so much more convenient

if I was just some
hysterical woman, wouldn't it?

You have blood on your hands.

And it rubs off
on everything you touch.

- I had no idea.
- No? Well...

The collateral damage
of a child's foot blown off

during a political hit
is not something

the security police
felt compelled to report.

Hmm?

Oh, God.

Look at me.

It was me.

I was driving the pickup.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Wake up, wake up.
Please, please, wake up.

Wake up!
Oh, my God, oh, my God.

Oh, my God, wake up.
Wake up!

- Oh! Oh, my God.
- Wake up! Wake up!

Lily, I fucking killed him.
I killed him.

Uh... uh... I panicked.

- He said he was gonna talk to Janice and then...
- What happened?

- I-I hit him over the head.
- What the fuck, Zee!

I hit him over the head.
I think I killed him for real.

Oh, my God, my God.

- Oh, my God!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- No, no, he's alive.
- He's alive?

He's breathing?
He's breathing?

Oh, my God.

All right, um... uh...

Wait, put the... put the last
packets of the coke in the bag.

In the bag, in the bag.
Go, go, go.

What?

- And you need to sweep the coke off the floor.
- I can't, Zee, I can't.

They're looking for me and they're
looking for you, and I have to go.

Fine, fine, go.
Just go, just go.

- I got 'em, I got 'em.
- You got it?

- Yeah, look, I got it. I got it.
- Okay.

...the bourbon, okay?

Oh!

Hi.

What were you doing in there?

Um...

The oysters.

I was.. I was checking
on the oysters

for the cold kitchen.

Really?

You and your little boyfriend
got something going on here?

- Just checking on the oysters?
- Mikey.

Mrs. Schoonfeld's here.
She's looking for you.

- I'll be back.
- Mm-hmm.

Come on, let's go.

- She's here.
- Who?

Uh... Janice Schoonfeld?
The owner?

So?

Okay, look, um...

It's not such a good idea
if she sees you here,

or really us together.

Come on,
what are you talking about?

- It's a free world, and I'm a customer.
- Angie.

They are already
suspicious as is,

and when we open up a restaurant
across the street, they're gonna know...

Mikey, please don't
be a pushover.

I've had my fill
of those for a lifetime.

- This is not the moment.
- Michael.

Hi, Janice.

Hi.

Oh, I am so sorry.

This is, uh, Angie...
uh, my friend.

It's nice to meet you.

Um, could we talk for a sec?

Uh... sure.

Like in the office.

Oh, yeah, uh...

Uh, yeah, I'll be
along in a minute.

Okay. Great.

Your friend?

What did you want me to say,
"my mistress"?

Oh, is that what I am to you?

No. Just...

What the hell, Angie.

You didn't tell me
how young she was.

I...

Really?

That's gonna be a thing now?

I killed him.

I was driving the pickup.

You killed Junior Mafekeng?

You tied him to the back
of your pickup

and you dragged him
for over five miles.

No.

It was dark.

I didn't see him.

I heard a noise.

I thought it was a sand hill.

I just kept driving.

It was only the next morning
when I saw the pickup...

...the blood...

So, did you turn yourself in?

No.

Then you must have heard
about the boy's death.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

And you did nothing.

So...

police just filed it

under another
"black dead kid" docket.

I killed him.

I didn't turn myself in.

My father was a racist.

Your parents' death

were some of the many
he was probably involved in.

My life, my privileged life,

was built on the suffering
of others.

And now you've come here...

to kill me.

And yourself in the process.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Look at me!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Ah... shit.

Damn.

Shit.

I hit the damn accelerator
instead of the damn brake,

but it's not a big deal.

Insurance is gonna
cover this anyway,

so let's just
exchange information

and let's get outta here
'cause I'm already late.

So...

I can't believe
that happened.

Need to see your license.

Hey.

Oh, uh...

I-I forgot my wallet at home.

What?

Well, we'll just
exchange information.

I'll contact you tomorrow.

Sure, yeah, I'll just
let you contact me.

Just call me when you
feel like it, just make..

No, I need to see your license.

B-But I don't have it.

Where do you live?

Uh, Elgin Estates.

Okay. You know what?
I'm gonna follow you home.

- What...?
- Yep. It's gonna work fine.

I'll follow you home,
it's not a big deal.

- Well...
- Hey, look, this is happening.

This is bad
for both of us, okay?

It's not a big deal,
so just get in your car,

drive home, I will follow you.

Don't lose me.

I think I made a mistake.

It clicks off.

The bomb.

Clicks off at 7:30.

I needed...

I needed you to see me.

To see the damage and pay.

Then I thought, what if...

what if something happened?

What if something changed?

So...

it clicks off.

I killed that boy.

- I know.
- My father killed your..

I know, I know.

I can't do it anymore.

I was so tired.

The anger.

It's exhausting.

You should go on...

Live your life.

So, the bomb just...

clicks off?

In 11 minutes.

Half-past 7:00.

This isn't exactly an easy thing
for me to talk to you about,

but, um...

we did hire somebody to come in,

and this is what
they came up with.

So, it's not something that
we want to pursue legally,

but... and this is not a threat,

it's just so you understand
how seriously

we're taking this issue, um...

If you do want to dispute this,
then we will litigate

and we will get
the police involved.

There's a clear pattern
of money missing

correlating with shifts
when you cashed up.

If you go the legal route,

then they're going to subpoena
your bank statements

and...

Look, I just suggest
that you move on,

be grateful that we're letting
you off the hook so easily.

We haven't even started
on the missing wine

and dry goods yet.

When do you want me to go?

Now will be fine.

I think Brian and I can
run things for a few weeks

until we find somebody else.

Right now?

Yeah, that would be best.

Just go.

God.

Don't make this worse.

Thank you.

Fuck you.

- The same?
- The same. Let me know if you need anything, okay?

I'm over here.

We gotta go, we gotta go.

Come on.

Hey, listen a minute.

I'm gonna, uh,
bring my car out back.

I'll need you to bring the four
bottles of the Bollinger champagne

and the two boxes of vintage Merlot,
do you understand?

- Grab your stuff.
- So just listen to me.

Can you do that?
Do you understand? Hey!

- No.
- Why are you grabbing your shit?

- No.
- What do you mean you said no? What the fuck are you doing?

I said no, I'm not doing it.

Listen, I will fucking
put you on your ass.

- I will leave you with no fucking job.
- Hey, fuck you.

You know what,
take this shit job

and stick it up your ass.

Let's go.

This is it.

Hey, he's a fuckin' loser.

- Peter.
- Hello?

It's Rick Murphy
from "Hard Truths Half-Hour"?

You called into the show
a few minutes ago.

Oh... sorry.

I...

I-I-I wasn't sure
if I wanted to...

No, Peter, you gotta
stop apologizing for shit.

Just so you know,
this isn't live.

You're not on the air.

It's you and me.
I-I wanted to talk to you.

Look, humility is a wonderful
underrated quality.

Almost everybody I know

could do with
a healthy dose of it.

In fact, it's because
of our lack of it

that the human race is in
the shit it's in right now.

But not you, Peter.

Not you.

You need to fight.

You need to stop
eating shit all the time.

I know you, I know
the kind of person you are.

Sometimes you have to say,
"I'm fighting back."

You gotta fight, dude.

You hear me?

Peter?

Yeah.

You hearing me?

I hear you.

Okay, okay, all right, good.
I gotta get back on the air.

I just
wanted to say some shit.

Thank you.

We going or what?
What's happening?

Dude? What's the deal?

Thank you.

We gonna go? Dude!

What the fuck?! Are you..

You fucking kidding me?

Hey, whoa, whoa!
No, no, no, no!

Dude! Dude!

Hey, fucker!

They're here.

What's the matter?

It doesn't feel right.
I can't be here.

We can't be here for this.

I'm sorry, but...

Come on, Lily.

I'm gonna wait for you
out front, okay?

So meet me out front.

Say you're gonna meet me
out front, please.

I'll meet you out front,
I'll meet you out front.

- All right.
- All right?

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

You're late.

I... I know, I'm sorry.

My boss was causing me issues.

I don't like late people.

I'm sorry, I just...

I know, I just had
to quit my job, so...

You have it all?

One of the bags,
it split in half,

but I have everything
but that half bag.

You're like a problem child.

Is that what you are,
a problem child?

Hey, Derrie.

Yeah, take 25K out

and bring the briefcase to me.

As agreed,
minus the lost product.

And the late fee.

- Yo, what's up, Zee?
- Fuck.

- Who is this? Who is this?
- Looks like I'm right on time.

Hey. I'm just gonna finish up.

So, why don't you, um...

go to my place?

I'll meet you there.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Don't bullshit me, Michael.

Please don't make this
into a thing.

Okay.

Well, I'm gonna stay
right here, then.

Aren't you fuckin' tired, Angie?

No.

I'm not tired.

I'm tired.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

I'm going to
sit here and wait with you.

Then when it clicks off,
you can get up.

Call the police.

No.

Yeah. Call them.

There has to be consequence.

We live with ourselves.

Isn't that consequence enough?

Peter!

What the hell?!

Having an affair, that's easy.

The love you're looking for...

takes work.

It's not so cheap, Angie.

Still... I forgive you.

Peter.

You brought
some of your friends with you.

Brought a few of my friends,
too, huh?

- We having a party now.
- Just hand over the bag.

Hand over the bag now, come on.

No, no, no, no,
no, man.

Why don't you bring
that bag to me, Zee?

I'm, uh... I'm gonna take over
this deal, starting now?

Put the bag inside
right now.

Eh, Zee, don't you fuckin' move.

Bring me the bag.

Put the bag
in the fucking car!

I'll blow your fucking
brains out, pal!

- Fuck you! - And you, you son of a bitch.
- Back the fuck up!

- Put it in the car! - Back off!
- Put the bag in the back seat!

- Zee, don't you dare put that money in the car!
- Do what I tell ya!

Bring it, man!

- Yo!
- Dude, what the fuck?!

What the fuck?!

Peter!

Okay, okay!

I don't wanna die!
Shit.

- Get down, you motherfucker!
- Okay!

Fuck you!

- Okay, okay.
- Get down!

- Don't fuckin' move!
- Okay!

Okay!

Hunter!

Hunter! No!

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Zee?

Zee?

Hey. Come on,
you gotta get up.

You gotta get up.

Come on, we gotta go.

You gotta get up, we gotta go.

It's okay.

♪ My dream came true ♪

♪ When I found you ♪

♪ There dwelt a love ♪

♪ In my heart so true ♪

♪ You're the answer to ♪

♪ My dream come true ♪

♪ Each night I love ♪

♪ To be with you ♪

♪ Close to you ♪

I'll be forever and ever...

♪ Close to you ♪

Guess love is hard to find...

♪ A love like yours ♪

A true love like yours...

yes, darling...

♪ I never knew ♪

...no, no,
I never, never knew.

♪ And all my dreams ♪

♪ They'll all come true ♪

♪ That's what it means ♪

♪ Being close to you ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪

♪ Close ♪

♪ To you ♪

♪ Close to ♪

♪ You ♪