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-Previously on "Shut Eye"... -My cousin, cousin Lou,

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

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

at the same time they teach 'em to read,

or is that a separate class?

-I had nothing to do with cousin Lou.

-You said you had something for me?

-Scopolamine. Too much, not a good thing.

That girl died

because of crap you brought into my house.

It could have been my son.

-Get the fuck away from me. -I'm sorry.

-Hey, did you see Emma before she left?

-No, honey.

-Your perp alibi'd out.

So we're here to ask, again.

You have anything you want to tell us?

-$1.7 million? -Closer to $1.8 million.

-That is get out of town money.

- Love is stronger than death.

It's a sign. He's sending us a message.

-Miles. -Fancy lady. You tell Fonso?

-That I have a rich client? I have a few of 'em.

-You're working her long. -What do you want?

-Give me my piece, or I tell Fonso.

Charlie sent you?

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

-I'm supposed to just wait for God

to tell me what horrible thing is supposed to happen next?

-There's a less exotic possibility

that I'd like to rule out.

You're not claustrophobic, are you?

-Hey, are you okay?

Your MRI showed no swelling,

no increased activity in your pineal gland,

which means we have ruled out the physical.

-So what are we back to? Messages from up high?

Demonic possession? -What happened?

-I was underwater and I-I couldn't breathe.

-That's...awful.

-You gave me mushrooms.

No, I want Big Pharma! Pills!

Real pills from real chemists,

the kind that will turn this shit off.

-Listen, these messages from your unconscious,

from your soul -- I mean, call it whatever you will --

I think that there's a way to clarify them,

a way to read them, a way to -- -And I -- they're very readable.

I had a vision of burning flesh, and guess what? A woman burned.

People die every day.

I just don't wanna know about it.

I want -- just want this shit to stop.

-If you're asking me, I don't think it will.

-Day kow tem. -No, no, thank you.

-Nie lashow guess.

I had a dream this would happen.

-Isn't it, um...

unusual for someone to linger on like this?

-You can never underestimate a person's will to survive.

-Take that away!

Filthy gadji. Gurav ki day kuy mulí.

-Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

Oh. Arakul la o del.

Poor Fabiana.

Linda.

I didn't expect to find you here.

-Oh, well, we were concerned. -Ah.

-Fabiana is our employee.

-Yeah, only for a few days.

After what happened to your sister-in-law, now this...

You'd almost think we put a curse on you.

-How is she?

-Fucking White Tony.

-Charlie and Linda, Such concern for your employees.

No, Sergei, not the Houdini.

It hurts my back.

-Fabiana? Fabiana?

Sahs yahg. Barvalí.

-What is she saying?

-"Fire"? "Rich"?

-Lovai.

-Money. -Money.

-Lovai, lovai. -Minerva?

Yeah, we -- we found her. She's fine.

We'll take very good care of her.

We'll feed her. I don't want any money.

I don't want any money, Fabiana.

- Quick, get the nurse!

-Yoy devla so golopay?!

-She's beautiful.

She your girlfriend? - No, no.

Uh, we were just friends.

We were just hanging out.

-Like Netflix and chill hanging out?

-No.

-So, Nick, what was Emma doing at your house?

-We were going to do homework. -You said "going to."

What did you guys do instead?

-We listened to music, then she left.

-Did she say anything about where she was going?

Was she planning on running away?

-No, no, no, no, no. Um...

the opposite of that, actually. -How do you mean?

- She said that she had run away before,

but when she did, she missed her family.

-We found Emma's phone. It died on a bus in Bakersfield.

But we got Emma's text log in, and you sent her a message.

"Sorry."

The weird thing is, no one's heard from her after that.

What was it that you had to be sorry about?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't understand why she left.

I don't know where she is.

I miss her. -What were you sorry about?

-I miss her! -That's enough.

-What the hell do you think you're doing?

-Detective Jackson, Juvenile Division.

-How dare you come into our home

and question my son without either of us here?

-We're not questioning him.

We're looking for help finding a missing girl.

-Your son's the last known person

to have seen Emma Gilbert before she disappeared.

-Get out of my house.

Out.

Is that tourmaline?

-Yeah, it grounds the space, absorbs, uh, difficult emotions.

You working Missing Persons now?

-No, just, uh, heard your name mentioned, tagged along.

Listen, there's, uh, something you should know.

There's a psychic fraud task force now.

That mailman got shot here, woman burned at another parlor.

The D. A.'s crackin' down.

We're gonna go after every "bridge to the beyond"

you ever sold.

The "L. A. Times" will be plastered

with your pretty little psychic face.

So whatever scams you got working,

you need to kiss 'em goodbye.

-I don't work scams.

I help people who ask for my help.

That's all I do.

-Well, those other lowlifes who do scam,

their psychic ship is going down.

And if you don't bail,

you're gonna go down right along with it.

-I'm a pretty good swimmer.

-You're in shark-infested waters, Charlie.

Swimming ain't gonna help.

-I found a really good one, mom.

I know.

I know. I did. I...

No, mom, it's not like we don't have our problems,

but we're working it through.

I know.

No, this time, I'm gonna do everything I can

to make it work.

-Programming it.

Different nights, different times.

-Only the best for Nadine Davies.

-Nick okay?

-That detective shook him up pretty badly.

That fucking asshole. He's just a kid.

-But he's our kid, so he'll be fine.

He's just worried about the girl. She'll turn up.

-What'd the new cop want?

-They're starting a task force now,

coming after the families.

-Hmm. Too bad we can't just let the chips fall.

-What she suggests, the noise it will make,

if we might be working on something

that would be compromised.

She don't know the half of it.

-Fabiana gone,

we don't have to worry about her on telling Fonso,

but now Fonso thinks it's White Tony who killed her.

-Well, he goes after White Tony,

we've got a war and a task force.

-Thought you might want these.

-Um, put 'em on the mantel.

I think I may have found a saint.

Patient of mine, blow to the head.

He's having what I call visions, but -- but real ones.

He's getting, he said, glimpses of the future.

You know how he described it?

He said that it -- it was like time is out of joint.

I mean, isn't that beautiful? -Sounds schizophrenic to me.

-No, but there's no physical source.

I ran all the tests, Denny.

I mean, he saw something, and then it actually happened.

-Okay, so is this a "high on your own supply" situation?

You know, like you started hitting the mushrooms.

-No, this is a real world real,

not altered state real.

I saw him have a vision. -I-I'm sorry, but how do you --

how do you see someone have a vision?

-I don't know, but I just know it's true.

And if he really is seeing something,

I mean -- and just give me that.

Just give me that for a second, okay?

If he is, then the only other obvious question is, "Why?"

-And this is where your sainthood notion comes in?

-"God doesn't play dice." Albert Einstein.

- Well, "A man hears what he wants to hear,

disregards all the rest." Paul Simon.

Now, what I think is happening, again,

is that you're not dealing with your life.

Our dog died, so did our marriage.

Now sooner or later, you're gonna have to face reality.

-Why?

- Ted went all out.

-He got a deal.

-Could be too much for our dear neighbor Gary.

-Ah, civilians.

You ready for this?

-Is anyone ever ready for a gypsy funeral?

A blow job joke?! You jackass!

You want to start a war over a blow job joke?!

-It was about your granddaughter.

-This is business. You don't lose your temper.

-Cousin Lou insulted our family.

-We have been insulted before.

You can't go and kill someone every time we are insulted.

Think of what you've done!

- So what do we do?

-What our people always do --

The best we can.

-Go sit in the car.

-Thank you.

-My respect.

-Nice turnout.

-Paying their respects

so they don't get haunted by the deceased.

Remember, do not say her name.

They'll freak out.

-Yeah, we don't want her haunting us.

-Mm.

My cousin out of my hair, I'm not exactly heartbroken.

But I had to drop a mint on all this.

And that's on top of the insult of fucking...

... White Tony setting her on fire.

She was family.

-Fonso!

I'm so sorry about your cousin.

Although from all accounts,

she had it coming.

Ah, she was a bitch.

A first-rate bitch, no doubt about it.

But still, it's a loss.

-A loss which, for the record, I had nothing to do with.

-That's exactly what I was telling my mother.

See, she's afraid -- the bad blood,

the misunderstanding about your cousin.

Now this, huh?

She thinks it's some kind of an eye-for-an-eye shit.

-Well, I can assure you, nothing could be further from the truth.

-Okay.

-Rita. -Mm.

-Sorry for your loss.

-Ah, she had such temper.

She made a lot of enemies.

You know, Charlie, my son has great respect for you.

-He has a funny way of showing it.

-Oh, it's complicated.

I want ask you to help me today

to keep an eye on him, hmm?

A war is good for no one.

-I couldn't agree more.

-Fonso.

Say something...nice.

-Uh, if everyone could gather around,

uh,. we can get on with this, please.

Uh, I'll keep it short...

'cause I know we're all drunk and hungry, so...

Um...

What can I say about my cousin?

She was...

what I would call "oversized."

A woman of appetites.

Uh...

mm, she loved her cat.

Uh, but, um...

it's true, she could find faults with others.

Uh, but, uh, with some people,

you know, what can you do, hmm?

There's faults.

But, uh, on a positive note,

congratulations to Tamás and Sonya, huh?

Celebrating their one-year anniversary today.

Sorry it had to fall on such a sad day.

There's a fantastic spread over at the hall.

The shrimp is gonna be great.

Uh, so unless any...

anyone else has a word?

It would only be appropriate to speak

if you had something very nice to say.

Okay.

-It's -- it's just...

look, that part of my life is over now.

I mean, seeing psychics? I-I don't do that anymore.

-Which is a good thing.

-A-and I'm completely sober, okay?

I-I've done, like, a complete 180.

-Listen, sobriety is a wonderful thing.

But you were Fabiana's client.

She took your money. You filed a complaint.

And when Rita Marks takes over your psychic well-being,

she steals even more money from you.

She took advantage of you, Roger.

And now, in your sobriety, you get to make amends.

Rita will know, okay? She has a way. I...

Oh, I don't know if I can talk to her.

-What, she has some sort of evil eye thing?

- She can...

just... get inside a person, you know?

She's very...empathetic.

-You come in, you heard about Fabiana,

you wanted to pay your respects.

-Yeah, the most important thing is just getting Rita on record

saying she took your money.

That's it.

-I don't know, you guys.

-Nice spread. -Thanks.

Love a good spread.

Thank you for coming.

-The mulí is, like, super creepy.

-She totally heard you.

Her fat-ass spirit is gonna haunt you forever.

-You guys seriously believe that?

-Tamás and Sonya are so cute.

Of course, always.

-It's child abuse.

They're not even old enough to drive.

-I can't wait to get married.

-Eyes down. Don't look at your husband for a year.

Sounds fucking wonderful.

I can't wait to be a maid.

-How much for you, Drina?

-Do you see a "for sale" sign?

-Have you paid your respects to the mulí?

-We're all settled up, thank you.

-You think we have strange custom, don't you?

Someone dressed up like the deceased,

representing her on special occasions,

settling her affairs.

-We're used to your ways by now.

-Remind me. Where is the deceased in all this?

-Oh, haunting the Earth with her restless soul.

-Mm.

-Excuse me.

- You look beautiful. - Oh. Thank you.

-Rita, I-I'm not sure you remember me.

-Of course. Roger.

A man files a complaint against one of my cousins,

I don't forget him. - I...

I did drop those charges.

-Yes, you did.

-I-I just wanted to pay my respects.

You look beautiful in black.

Well, in..

in any color, really.

Uh...can I...

get you a drink? -Yes.

Brandy, neat. -Brandy, coming up.

-The man at the end of the bar is wearing a wire.

He tugs on his collar, reaches inside his breast pocket.

He's nervous. And there's a food truck outside.

It's closed for lunchtime.

They're after Rita.

Mmm, it's so tempting just to watch her go down.

-We'll go down with her.

Consolation prize -- you can go tell her.

-That man out there. -Roger?

Oh, he's an old friend of mine. -Is that right?

-Mm-hmm. Yeah. He asked me for a drink.

Is that hard to believe?

-He's wearing a wire.

-What, do you expect me to thank you?

-That was fun.

-How do you think she'll play it?

-Mm. I know what I would do.

Oh, Roger.

-Have you been working out?

- I have been spinning, actually.

I'm...I'm sober now. I'm eating healthy.

My -- my fiancée, Sharon, she's a good cook.

You know, quinoa, salmon. We're very good for each other.

-Oh, I always knew that a smart woman

was going to snatch you up.

Remember, I told you your ex... uh, Michelle?

She wasn't your soul mate.

-I seem to remember paying a lot for that insight.

-Where's yours?

-Oh, I-I-I don't drink anymore.

-Oh, it's bad luck not to drink at the funeral.

You don't want the evil spirits to come after you again.

Another brandy, please.

-No, no, I-I-I -- -No, just one. Just one.

-Here you go, ma'am. -Here.

Come on, one sip.

-Okay, just a sip.

-Isn't he in A. A.?

-Of course, tap dancing comes from flamenco dancing,

gypsy dancing, of course.

Sir.

-It's all about tapping. -Flamenco?

-Yes. -So -- so you tap dance, too?

Of course. Of course I do.

Oh. Mmm.

I'd like to see that here. -No, no, no, you cannot.

You cannot dance at funerals. -Oh, no?

-No, you can't do that, no. -What can you do?

I'm sorry.

-Follow me. -Uh...

What are you doing?

- Get undressed. - What?

- Pull down your pants. - Oh.

-Come on, honey. Roger.

What? Oh. Oh.

- Come on. - Oh.

Ah. -Yes.

- Ah. Ah.

Oh, that's nice.

Oh. Oh, that's nice.

-Tell me you love me.

- I love you.

Louder.

I love you! - Louder.

- I love you! - Oh, no, no.

-Your boy's credibility is fucked.

-Food is a great idea. You know, uh...

Jesus H, I been waiting for this shrimp all day.

-Oops. Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Ohh! -Easy, easy, easy, easy.

-You know, it's a shame you under-ordered.

You know, buy the appropriate amount of food for the event.

That's what I always say.

-Easy. Easy. -Whoops.

-Mmm. -It's cool. It's cool.

I'll have another brandy, huh?

I'll get some In-N-Out Burger on the way home.

They're really good.

Really good.

-There are police outside, Fonso.

You gotta...play it cool.

-Police? -Yeah.

-Absolutely.

Low key.

- Uhh! - Stop it!

-Did Nadine call?

-Not yet, but she will.

-I haven't seen that since Vegas.

-I got it out a few days ago. I-I made a few adjustments.

Nothing up my sleeve.

Do you like it?

-I've always liked it.

I'm good with my hands.

You wanna see another trick?

-Make me disappear.

-Mm. -Thanks.

Cheers.

- Mmm.

I'm gonna need another one of those.

-I like that blouse.

-Thank you. -Is it silk?

You are so beautiful.

- So, Celine...

where did you grow up?

-Between Connecticut and Europe.

You like Europe, don't you?

-Mm-hmm.

-I love those.

-They're from India.

You can take your fingers

and place them on your wife's... hand.

The other hand.

Yes.

And now...

you can take your strong fingers

and slowly slide her ring down.

All the way off.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Now...

you can take my hand...

... and slide the ring down my finger.

Yes.

-Ted doesn't see it. -Ted doesn't see what?

-I bring you this totally dope sign.

I mean, my boys stole this from Fontana,

which is, like, way to fucking gone...

... and you replace it

with this, uh, piece of shit

any fool can order off of Amazon.

- Hmm

Subtlety -- not Ted's thing.

-No one ever accused Teddy of subtle.

-Anyone ever talk to you about the third person thing?

-Teddy out.

-Dr. White.

-I am sorry to barge in on you.

I got your address from Charlie's chart. I, uh...

I just wanted to check in. -Come in.

Yeah, um,

When Charlie said he was in the self-help industry,

I didn't exactly picture tarot cards.

-He's an intuitive.

The cards, the candles,

they're really just meant to be doors in.

Like, um... Oh, God, what are they called?

The, uh...the ink blots?

-Rorschach. -Exactly.

They're images that trigger responses

in our clients and Charlie.

-It's like zero point energy. -I don't know what that is.

-It's a quantum mechanics concept.

It suggests that thoughts can become matter.

It also can explain intuition,

like the "doors of perception" that you were talking about.

-I'm beginning to see it. -See what?

-I was having trouble picturing a doctor

who tells her patient to take mushrooms.

-Dr. White came by to check in on you.

-You got the call from Nadine.

I will leave you two. Don't let her slip you any acid.

The "self-help" industry?

-Well, if I said I was a psychic,

it would sound like Scientology, then walls come up.

- For a good reason.

Why don't you show me where the magic happens?

Nice décor.

Early bland.

-It's called "non-confrontational."

-What's the, uh, what's the story with those?

-"Vanitas and veritas"?

Uh, my, uh, mother, in between loser boyfriends,

would take up hobbies.

Square dancing, weaving, mosaics.

-I guess she wasn't the first person in your family

with a gift.

Your head is healing nicely.

You know, a suspicious person would say

that you're faking your injury,

looking for a scientist to validate bullshit.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, this... What I do here --

-Is bullshit.

-How do you know I'm not helping people?

-I'm not stupid, Charlie.

-I'm not scamming you.

-I'm just commenting on what a suspicious person would say.

I'm an open, trusting person.

I mean, have you ever told anyone

you can cure their cancer?

-It's more complicated than that.

-That's shitty.

I believe you. The visions and the glimpses

of the future, call them whatever you want.

I want to help you find out why they're happening.

-Why? Why do you believe me?

-For the same reason you believe you.

We both know this isn't something that just happened.

I mean, this is special.

-Special? -Yeah.

I mean, if you are truly getting glimpses

of, for want of a better word, the future,

then maybe, just maybe,

it's because you're meant to affect the outcomes.

Maybe you're being given choices here.

-Why? Why would the universe or God or whatever

give choices to me, of all people?

Why?

-Okay, you know what? So you're a shitheel.

Tons of shitheels got visitations.

Buddha, Gandhi, St. Augustine.

They were all creeps.

-So because I'm a shitheel,

you think I'm a saint?

-Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

-Sometimes things aren't exactly what they seem,

and sometimes... what they seem

is exactly what they are.

-So it was definitely him. -The séance awoke his spirit.

He was drawn to your pain.

-And now he's trapped.

You didn't bring anything home from the séance, did you?

-The baseball.

Miles' spirit is stuck between the worlds

of the living and the dead.

But now something else is keeping him here,

something that...

something that belongs to him...

-I didn't take anything else.

-I don't think it was the baseball.

I think there's something else.

I sense something more...

sizable, something that, somehow, is his

that's -- that's...

that's connected. It's connected to your son.

And the draw of this thing is too strong.

I...

-I am holding on to something big

that's here in the house.

-Is there any way you'd be willing to show it to me?

- It's Adderall Boy.

Careful, there might be a teacher in the bushes.

-That wasn't my fault.

You guys heard anything from Emma?

-Ah, poor Adderall Boy. She caught you with the feels.

-I just need to know where the fuck Emma went,

then you assholes can dump on me all you want.

-Us, too, man. It's actually really sad.

-Partake?

-You like it?

I got it for you.

Pawned a big old fucking ring.

Granite counters.

Marble bath.

-I don't want you in my life.

-Brand-new mattress.

-I told you, you're not my first anything.

-But you fell in love with me.

-I ruin things.

I break them.

-I know.

-And sometimes,

I just want more,

so I can break them.

I told you. I'm already broken.

I fucking hate you.