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-Previously on "Shut Eye"... -This is the card of motherhood.

-Baby was put up for adoption.

-He died when he was 13? -12.

-And then, there's this one Citibank account --

$1,773, 480.18.

-How are you, darling?

-Want to give Fonso and me

a minute here, babe?

-Sure.

-My girls got a good education.

-They teach the girls how to give a sweet blow job?

-I got you something.

Scopolamine -- that drug I told you about?

Oh, and I would divvy it up if I were you.

-I got it from Fonso.

It was some kind of love potion or something.

-You really do like this girl.

-We can hook up if you want.

-Yeah, sure.

-Do you have anything?

-Just the Adderall.

-I meant protection.

-I ran out.

-Can I come in?

-No. We got people here.

-Hey.

-Uh, Mrs. Davies, this is my son, Nick.

Nick, this is Mrs. Davies. -Hey.

Emma, shit, I'm so sorry. I had to -- Emma?

-Fuck.

Fucking car.

Fuck.

-Okay.

-Okay.

-Okay. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

-You okay? -Yep.

Ready? Go.

-What about the phone?

-What phone?

-Hers. The girl's.

-Emma.

I took care of it.

-Look, I know that it's been a shit show.

-You think?

-I'm sorry.

-The girl died because of crap you brought into my house.

It could've been my son.

-Look. We had something.

All right? You know we did.

-You're a fucking cancer.

Go back to Vegas or wherever it is your friend is --

fucking Puerto Rico.

Just get the fuck away from me.

-How am I supposed to get back?

-Call an Uber. -Wait.

But there's no Uber in Wrightwood.

- Try Lyft.

-That's good. Yeah. -You want to see how it's done?

-Sure. -Okay.

I got my size.

Hey, hon. We're in here.

-Hi, Dr. White. It's Charlie Haverford again.

Like I said, I want to come in for a follow-up,

you know, that Omega point thing we were talking about.

I don't think I unfucked anything,

so call me.

Let me know when I can come in.

-It's supposed to get easier with time.

There are -- There are some days when it feels better.

But then I slip,

and I'm right back where I started.

-I'm sorry.

I know how painful this can be.

-I feel so crazy -- these things I do.

-You are not crazy, Nadine. You're just sad.

-Do you remember when we first met?

I told you that I didn't do that "talk to the dead" stuff,

what used to be called séances.

Frankly, I always thought it was kind of woo-woo.

Yeah.

-Over the years, I've seen my share of fakes and frauds,

people who con you into thinking

they can connect with the spirit world.

But there are a few out there that are real.

-What are you saying?

-If you're interested --

I can't make any promises, but if you are,

I think I know someone who might be right for you.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Good morning, buddy.

That's good.

No.

I got you.

-Not there, you fucking retards!

I want it facing the couch!

Oh, God.

You ever think about using a lightweight alloy,

like a titanium composite?

-It's too expensive.

But if you want to get into it over extruded aluminum

versus cast iron, I'm all for it.

Titanium composite. Where'd you get that?

-Some DIY show. Apple TV, huh?

6 million channels, and, shit,

the only thing I can find to watch

is some asshole fixing his garage.

-Idiots! Now you have to move the couch!

-Turn it down a notch, Fab. We can hear you just fine.

-It's a $4,000 ball.

It needs to be placed perfectly so when my customer is sitting,

what is he fucking looking at?

-We don't know, Fab. What is he fucking looking at?

-He is fucking looking at the fucking mysteries of life

is what he's fucking looking at.

You have no artistic sense, Fonso -- none.

Now move the damn couch.

And I'm not starting until you put in a cat door.

Minerva doesn't use a box.

-Uh, I have a crew that can handle it

tomorrow or the next day.

- Today.

-Family.

-Hey, guys. Have you seen Emma?

-No, dude. She's out.

-Wasn't in Wellness. Wasn't in English.

-Okay. Thanks.

-Hey.

Come here.

You still have that Adderall?

-I was just looking for Emma.

-30s?

-Yeah.

-We could do $10 a pill for 10.

-That works.

-Yes?

-If you had walked in here this morning

and told me that Nick Haverford

was part of the Adderall abuse problem on campus,

I think I would have tossed a matcha latte at you.

-I am really, terribly sorry about this, as is Nick.

Right?

-I am. I'm really, really sorry.

-Well, first year of high school is a mine field.

Everyone makes mistakes --

acting out, testing boundaries, trying to fit in.

-This will be the last time Nick does anything like this.

He's not a dealer.

The Adderall is from his prescription.

We filled out the medical file at the start of the year.

-Mm-hmm.

And are you still seeing your therapist for ADHD?

-Yes.

-Well, most kids who are on medication don't abuse it.

In fact, the responsible use of drugs

is often a good deterrent to abuse.

So, consequences --

one week suspension, zero-tolerance next time,

immediate expulsion if you are discovered

with any drug-related activities again.

Understood?

-Yes.

And thank you so much. Honestly --

-They're here about Emma Gilbert.

-If you'll excuse me, please.

Diane will be back with a behavioral contract

for you to sign.

Good afternoon, Officer. -Hi. Nice to meet you.

-Principal Kern, nice to meet you.

-I'm sure she's all right.

-Then why were the police at the school?

-I don't know, honey. They're just doing their jobs.

-Okay, well, I'm just gonna play some "Portal"

and wait for her to text back.

-Get the crystals out of the garage and sort them.

A week at home on suspension.

You're not gonna spend it on your computer.

Go.

-With any sort of coffee brewing,

you have to consider the same three stages --

wetting, dissolution, diffusion.

And you also have to keep in mind

how each stage affects what comes next.

-What's she doing here?

-I guided Nadine to the realization

that a séance might help her escape her cycle of grief,

so she's coming here tomorrow.

-I think he knows how to run a séance.

-Nadine saw Vicki here, so she's out,

and I remember Gina when she was trying to put the whammy on me.

Said she'd worked as a medium, so here we are.

Charlie was so sweet.

He was apologizing for how you guys, um, overreacted.

-Having Yirgacheffe.

It's from Ethiopia. You want one?

-No. Thanks.

-A séance is the right call.

-I don't have a problem with the séance.

I have a problem with her.

Once you let someone like that into your life,

it's hard to get rid of her.

-These bitches weigh a fuck-ton.

-Cute kid.

-What do you think -- dog?

-I think you're stereotyping.

-Yep. You sound like your cousin.

He go back to Texas or wherever?

-Oklahoma. Yeah, he did.

-Funny thing about that night.

My cousin, Cousin Lou,

hr gets up to use the toilet, doesn't come back.

What? Fell in?

-Yeah, you can laugh, but the thing is,

his wife, she's in a panic,

the kind where she comes over to the house

and starts talking shit about how I must know

who he's shacked up with

on account that I no doubt have somebody on the side.

This is in front of Simza and all.

What'd you do?

-I go to see his kamardi. Both of them.

Neither one of them has seen him.

-You know what it might have been?

-No, I don't. I have no idea.

-Alien abduction.

He's up there right now --

flying saucer,

little gray guys sticking shit right up his ass.

See, the thing of it is, while it might be aliens,

last anybody saw of him, he was going in the can.

So were you.

- Motherfucker!

What are you accusing me of, huh?

I went in the bathroom, I killed him,

and I came back and listened to the band?

Go fuck yourself!

-You done yelling at me yet?

These people seem upset.

-I don't give a fuck!

You just called me a murderer.

-I just asked, "Have you seen my cousin?"

-No, I ain't seen your fucking cousin!

-All right, then.

Oh. I think they want us to go.

-Right now. Get out!

-Can't I finish my poodle first?

Now!

-Okay.

We good?

I promise, no more trouble.

We apologize.

-Aah! Aah!

-You raise a fucking blade to me!

That doesn't go unnoticed.

- Sayonara.

- Hey, sorry.

The, uh, 405. I tried calling.

-My ringer's off.

-Hey, buddy.

- Hi, there, guys.

We're all here, I see.

I want to keep him in my lap.

-Of course.

-It's okay. Stay. -All right, there, old guy.

Yeah, you're ready. -It's okay.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

-You can stay here as long as you want.

-I got you.

It's okay.

I want to be buried with these.

-That's a little morbid.

-I want to be buried with them.

When I go to heaven, if that's where I'm going,

I'm gonna hold them up to God,

and I'm gonna ask for an explanation.

-He was old.

-If I -- If I did that -- If I blinded a dog

and I shattered his hip so he could barely move,

so he could barely move out of his own filth,

that would make me a psychopath, right?

-Nora -- -No. It would, right?

I mean, it -- it would.

God does that over and over and over again,

day in, day out, every single day of the week

and twice on Sunday.

-You're a doctor, for Christ's sake.

You know how this works.

-Yeah. That doesn't --

That doesn't mean I have to like it.

-So, what? We're gonna go through this all again?

What's the point? Why am I here?

-I'm going to keep asking those questions until I get answers.

-Yeah, well, good luck with that.

- You know what? You're right.

Fuck Him. Fuck God.

Fu -- I don't want to do this anymore.

-What, this?

-Yeah.

-Why not?

Because, uh -- because you don't want

to have the same arguments about theology

that we had once a month when we were married?

-I don't...

I guess I just don't.

-You don't think he has a drug problem, do you?

-No. I think it was a girl problem.

This séance --

we need to find another way.

-No. This is the way. Really.

-$1.7 million.

-Closer to 1.8.

-Oh, God. That is get-out-of-town money.

New-life money, an honest-to-God chance.

We're putting our future

in the hands of some Vegas hustler.

-No, the future is in my hands, not our hands.

Gina is a tool of the trade -- a deck of cards, a crystal ball.

We will use her to get what we want.

-I just think she can make things complicated.

It's 3:00 in the morning.

-What happened to my cat door?

-I'll have the crew by in the morning.

And the next time you have a problem, try calling.

-People block me.

-Can't imagine why.

I'm not your errand boy.

-Sure.

-I'm gonna go back in,

and I'm gonna go to sleep,

and I will see you in the morning.

-I need Gold Bond cream.

-What?

-I need Gold Bond cream.

-For the shop?

-For my heels. They crack.

-Go to CVS. It's open 24 hours.

It's on Victory.

Fine.

I'll bring the Gold Bond cream first thing in the morning,

and I'll have a crew there for the cat door.

-Let us join together.

-Gina will guide you.

You're in good hands.

-Okay.

-As we prepare to summon the spirits,

let us take a moment to open our hearts

and receive the gift of connection.

Sometimes,

connection is the only gift we have to offer.

And connection is one of the most powerful blessings

the universe can give us.

When two souls are joined,

there is no power on earth or in heaven

that can keep them apart.

The heart wants what the heart wants.

Please say the name of your boy.

-I named him Miles. Um, his family called him Dylan.

-Then we will call him Miles just as you did.

We will ask that he now cross the border,

for we know love is stronger than death.

- Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh.

-Everybody all right?

-Yeah.

-Go! Go! Go!

-Just a couple of kids playing.

I am so sorry.

-I think it's a sign.

He's sending us a message.

-Miles.

He loved baseball.

-Miles, you have made your presence known.

Tell us what you want.

Let us into your life as we want you in ours.

Mm.

Oh.

He's saying he wants to speak with us.

-Is there anything you want to say to him?

-Miles, this is, uh...Mom.

Oh.

I've been wanting to say this to you...

for a long time.

I love you. I love you.

-There are other ways of looking at it --

kids playing, coincidence.

But, as I said before, I have seen some things,

and this was definitely one of them.

-A connection -- I feel it.

You have a son. You know.

I mean, it's a connection you cannot describe,

a bond that nothing can break.

-Of course.

-Yes. You just know.

I can't tell you how grateful I am

for all your love and support.

...think I would ever be able to connect with Miles.

-Honey?

-Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Uh, it's just been a very overwhelming experience today.

Would you excuse me for one minute?

- Pretty sweet.

The ball hit right on time.

So, what's next?

Charge her every time she wants to talk to the kid?

I mean, we could explain

there's some kind of psychic disturbance blocking him.

She'd have to pay extra to get rid of it.

-We're done.

-With Nadine? We just got started.

-Linda has itches she needs to scratch.

From time to time, she does. I understand that.

I'm sensing emotion here.

Feelings.

And that's not gonna work for me, for my family.

It's time for you to go.

-Maybe she wants to keep scratching.

-We can go into the kitchen. We can ask her.

Don't bother saying goodbyes.

I'll take care of that.

-You focus on the simple, I think.

So...

I don't know.

So I'll have to process it.

-Nadine, can I walk you to your car?

-Oh, please. Thank you.

-I sent my crew for the cat door.

They said they'd be there at 11:00.

-They're working now.

-Well, then, what's the problem?

-I came to re-up on candles, but you know what?

I don't care about candles anymore.

Who's she?

-A client.

-Fancy lady. Fancy car.

-We don't discriminate.

-You tell Fonso?

-That I have a rich client?

I have a few of them.

-You're working her long.

We're strictly short.

-I don't think so.

-Her husband's cheating on her.

We're helping her with that.

Anything deeper, we hand to Fonso.

That's the deal.

-Well, I'll tell him, then.

We'll let him decide whether you're working long or short.

-Come in the house. You want to call him?

-I got my cellphone. We don't have to go anywhere.

-What do you want?

-Give me my piece or I tell Fonso.

-He was in the shower. I told him to get dressed.

-So, we'll be waiting here for another half hour.

Teenage standard time. You could set your watch by it.

Do you think she'll tell Fonso?

-If we don't pay her.

-If we do?

-Nothing's stopping her from coming back for more.

She'll hold it over us forever.

-Options?

-One, we cut her in.

-No fucking way.

-Okay. We get ahead of the story.

We tell Fonso we were playing Nadine short,

but we found something.

-Give her up? -You asked for options.

-Fucking can't believe this shit.

You fucking -- You saw Nadine in there.

She's this close.

-I said it was an option.

I didn't say it's what I wanted to do.

-There was a different vibe in the room today.

-Yeah, of course. We're going for the big game.

-No. It was something different.

-What did you say to her?

-I told her to leave.

-You're the one that brought her back in.

-Yeah, I don't think now's the time

to be pointing a finger at me.

There was something different this time.

Like...you crossed a line.

-It's over.

-We never make each other the mark.

That was our deal.

The only people we're honest with are each other.

Nadine's money -- like you said,

we get a total reboot, no more Roma, no more parlors.

But there can't be distractions!

No secrets!

-I know.

So, Fabiana?

-Yeah. I'll talk to Eduardo.

-I guess you were right about having a gangster on our side.

-"Sorry to keep you waiting, parents."

-What?

-The key is to marinate. My secret's Sunny D.

That shit gets right into the meat.

Leave it for 24 hours -- bang. Flavor explosion.

The rest is just keeping the flame off the meat

so it doesn't char.

It's not rocket science. The cave men did it.

-Read my palm. Right now.

-She's trying to relax, man.

-No, no. I'll do it.

-How's your plan going?

-Plan?

-"Top of the food chain." Isn't that what you said?

-I got some irons in the fire.

-I never thought I'd get to see that.

You need me to fan the flames of that fire,

you just let me know.

-It's so clear.

-What?

-You're single.

-How can you tell? My love line?

-No, it's the calluses, the blisters.

You jack off way too much.

-You're good. Pretty fucking good.

-For what it's worth, I'd give my left nut

if I never have to fry another guy in oil.

See those guys?

I mean, those are my oldest friends.

They'd buy tickets to watch that happen.

Again, like in your business, it takes all kinds.

Now, I'm gonna tell you this

'cause obviously we have a rapport and all.

I've got a dream.

I'm a notary.

I got my license three weeks ago.

-That's great. -I'm going into real estate,

and I'm gonna do it all myself --

the paperwork and everything.

Listen -- like in all businesses,

I'm gonna eliminate the middle man.

Do you want in?

Once I'm up and running, I will hook you up.

It's gonna be completely above board.

Legit, honest, it's a sweet deal.

I mean, we all want to get out, man.

I mean, maybe not my partners.

They want to make their money working the streets.

They're not embracing the vision.

-Hey! What the --

What's wrong with you?

Come on.

My man, you're the one.

You're the one who knows.

You're the one with the power.

Come on.

I'm gonna get you a drink of the good shit.

I want you to tell me what you saw.

-Oh, great. Thanks.

-Is this a vision I should know about?

-I don't know what it was.

I don't even know if it was a vision.

Just exhausted, stressed out.

There's this woman that works for me.

She's getting in the way of something I'm trying to do.

-Something I can help you out with?

-Ah, it's a bump in the road.

-Yeah, well, let me smooth it over.

-I hate to ask.

-But you're asking.

I've done it 100 times.

I'll swing by. I'll make your problem go away.

Trust me.

I'm a charming guy.

-I think we should get right to this.

I'm sensing a dark presence.

-Really?

-Without a doubt. Very dark.

You're gonna need more than a simple reading.

I can tell you that up front.

-You think so?

-You're in a world of shit.

-The spirits tell you this?

-It's not exactly how it works, but yeah.

-Do they tell you to back off my friend Charlie?

Fuck me.

Charlie sent you?

-He's too polite to get involved, but I'm not.

You really need to stop being a pain in the ass to him.

-Oh, is that right? -Yeah.

-Fuck you, and fuck Charlie!

You come in here, and you threaten me.

Nobody threatens me.

-What is your fucking problem?

We were having a civilized conversation.

Look at this. Fuck.

Fuck.

You want to help me out here?

Ow! Get off me, you crazy bitch!

-Aah!

Aah!

Aaaaaaah!

-And are you going to love it...

-Or are you going to list it?

-We are going to...

-List it, you idiot.

-...love it. -You love it? Aww.

-You get all the sundries you need?

-Everybody loves hotel soap.

-That screened porch was really nice.

-That was beautiful.

-Tony won't even let me remodel the bathroom.

-Mm.

Man has no sense of where practicality and style meet.

-Mm. -You should leave him.

-And violate the sanctity of marriage?

Oh.

How could I?

-Yeah?

What is this?

-It's different.

-How different?

-Pretty different.

-Hey. You love me different?

-Like, I could see that, yeah.

-Yeah, what?

Fuck.

-What's wrong?

-Your fucking husband.

-For the record, she came after me.

-What?

-Mild disagreement between me and your psychic.

It escalated, she lit herself on fire,

the place went up with her.

I'm lucky I got out of there alive.

-What the fuck? Van Nuys burned down?

What happened to smoothing it over?

-Ask that crazy bitch.

She's the one that got cute with the candle.

They took her to the burn unit in the valley.

-Did anyone see you?

-Like I didn't think of that. No. We're clear.

But that's what you saw, right?

The vision at the barbecue.

You saw a pig on fire, only it was the wrong one.

-I saw something, yes, like I said,

but if I had known...

-What I'm hearing is that you have this gift.

You just need to sharpen

the skill set that came with it a little bit.

Hold on.

The lady's cat.

I-I went in there and pulled it out.

I couldn't stand the thought of this little guy in there.

- He's a girl. Minerva.

-Yeah, well, she's yours now.

Like I said, you have the gift, my friend.

Figure out how to use it.

-I had this vision of burning flesh,

and then this woman who works for me

was severely burned in a fire...

-Hmm.

-... just a few hours later.

Sounds crazy, doesn't it?

-No.

Like I said, I have no issue

believing that you can see the future.

I mean, I suppose a skeptic might argue for coincidence,

but in my opinion, there is no such thing as coincidence.

-Is this one of your mushroom insights?

-I like to think of coincidence as random cosmic enlightenment.

-From God?

-Have you told your wife about any of this?

-Not yet.

-You're all done. You're a new man.

-So, what?

I'm supposed to just wait

until God tells me whatever's supposed to happen next?

-Okay, you know, before we go

with the whole message from on high,

there's a less-exotic possibility

that I'd like to rule out. -What's that?

-Well, like, there could be delayed swelling in your brain,

and you're gonna stroke out from an embolism.

-Swelling?

That's what's causing the visions?

-Possibly.

-No God.

-Well, you know what they say --

"The kingdom of heaven is within you."

You're not claustrophobic, are you?

If you have any problems, you just let us know,

and we'll slide you on out, okay?

-Yeah. I'm good to go.