All language subtitles for Bad.Monkey.S01E05.720p.x265-TiPEX.srt - eng(2)

For some reason,
Nick couldn't stop thinking back to

when he first married Eve
and all the dreams he had for the future.

You know, maybe a few more kids
or even a ski boat.

He certainly hadn't imagined himself

dragging a 6'5" lug nut
down the longest dock in Big Pine Key

with only one arm.

They say the second time you take a life
is easier than the first,

the third is easier than the second,
and so on, and so on, and so on.

You get it.

And as he set about making it
look like an accident,

just another classic Florida man
who got drunk

and decided to go fishing at night,

Nick knew one thing for sure.
His conscience was getting quieter.

Well, I'll say it.

I'm glad that fucker's dead.

I'm so proud of you.

I'ma go make coffee.

No, no.

I'm gonna make the coffee.

Today, I take care of you.

It was a small gesture
but Nick was grateful.

He needed it now more than ever.

Actually, babes,
will you take Tilly for a tinkle?

- Yep.
- Also, can you finish packing up?

And text Claspers,
we'll leave in the morning.

Remind him that he's the pilot.

He's not my bestie,
so stop trying to talk to me all the time.

On it.

It's time to get
the fuck out of Florida, babe!

Hey, honey, have you seen my phone?

Maybe you accidentally packed it.

Oh, shit.

Evan Shook had been hemorrhaging
so much money on this house,

he'd had diarrhea all week.

- All right.
- But he still believed in himself.

You are a motherfucking
property-moving machine.

Big dick energy, big dick energy,
big dick energy.

My boys are here.

Scottie, Dan the man.

Allow me, sir.

- Welcome. Enchanté.
- This looks gorgeous.

Come on, come on.

We drove through
that town on the way here.

- It's fucking adorable.
- Amazing.

This place is gonna blow you away, okay?

- All right.
- Let's see it.

From me to you, welcome home.

Oh, Evan!

Thank you.

As you can see,
this house is for a baller.

It hadn't been Yancy's most restful sleep,

but when he had crawled out of the water
the night before,

he chose safety over comfort.

...and its very own rain shower.

Notice how you can see the water from
just about every room in this house.

Come on.

- In the water.
- Wait, what is?

Brain-eating amoebas.

Fuck.

They get in through your nose
or through your ear,

through any orifice really.

They'll get in, and you know,

once they're in,
they really start to go to town.

Hallucinations and blackouts,

and stuff like that.

I don't-- I have no idea how I got here.

- Where are your pants?
- That's also another mystery.

I came here from a cocktail party.

Were you guys at the party?

So fun.

Such a pleasure to meet you, Spartacus.

You guys look great.

It's a beautiful day.
Who wants the first hug?

Is it okay to make a friend?

Yeah.

God, I hope you move in next door.

He's so wet.

I could use a hit of this every day.

I'm sorry about the sweat and the blood.

You smell great and it's natural.

I love everything you're doing.

- Thank you.
- Enjoy the place.

I love it here.

I have a key,
so I'll just come back whenever.

Always fun.

Give me one quick sec.

Okay? All right.

- What the fuck was that?
- I don't know.

Hey! Hey.

Hey, listen up, amigo.

This little game you've been playing.
Okay, it's over.

What game have I been playing?
Am I winning?

Well, let's find out
when I call my lawyers.

Well, seeing that
you've broken every building code,

I doubt you're gonna call on anybody.

How about we do this instead?

- Do you see that snake over there?
- Uh-huh.

If I see one more animal that's
been fucked up by your construction,

however they've been hurt,
I'll do the same goddamn thing to you.

Are you threatening me, bro?

Yeah, bro. I am.

And if it wasn't clear,

it's just because
I wasn't doing it well enough.

What the--

- Hey, fellas.
- We'll call you.

Can you, like, hear it ringing?

Nick had borrowed Eve's phone to call his,

but no luck yet.

- At least not for him.
- Fuck me.

Are we loving it?

Are we-- It's obviously not...

I can't find it.

Where do you last remember having it?

Oh, fuck me.

All right.

This is the best day.

That's a weird thing to say
for someone who was almost murdered.

I disagree.
I think it's a very common sentiment

for people who recently went
through a near-death experience.

I mean, Rosa,
can you get excited here for a second?

Nick Stripling is alive,
and we have his cell phone.

Case is closed or it's open.

You know, I mean, pick a lane.
It's-- The case is hot.

- Follow the light, okay?
- My pleasure.

The light actually made
Yancy think that he might vomit.

- You have a concussion.
- I'm fine.

Please tell me you didn't drive here.

I don't think I did. Rosa, listen.

All we gotta do is crack the code
to Nick's phone.

How do you wanna do that?

I already tried his address.
I tried his kid's name.

I tried his birthday.
I actually tried my birthday.

I'm just looking for new ideas,
and we're not in a rush here.

I think I'm frozen out
for about 45 minutes.

I remember this table.

Yeah, it's coming back to me.

We were intimate with
each other on this table.

- Yeah.
- This was a place for smells

and discovery and connection.

A magical time that ended far too fast.

Is there a bathroom around here?

Yeah, it's outside to the left.

Thank you.

Show some spirit here. We're doing good.

Rosa wanted to be excited,
but she had always been a careful person.

She couldn't help but wonder
if it was smart to keep playing detective.

Dr. Campesino.

Hi. Detective Mendez.

Can I help you?

We'll see. Where's your boyfriend?

Don't have a boyfriend.

Heard you were asking around about Yancy.

So what? I barely know the guy.

Okay, but understand this.
You help him in any way, you're fucked.

You know the shithead
is wanted for murder?

Excuse me?

He shot a doctor.

I got an eyewitness
that puts Yancy at the scene.

I have to get back to work.

Look, honey, Yancy's going down.

I'd hate to see you go down with him.
Trust me.

He won't stay hidden for long.

The guy looks like Big Bird,
and he can't shut his fucking mouth.

Entiendes?

Okay.

Where does The King and I
get the ass to run down me and Big Bird?

I mean, Big Bird's tall, he's kind,
he's got great legs.

He's loyal as hell to Snuffleupagus.

Focus. You're a wanted man
in a police station.

How are we gonna get you out of here?

You need to come back to Sesame Street.
Look at me.

- You're a wanted--
- I'm a little concussed but I'm groovy.

This guy's toxic. He's spitting negativity
and you're reacting to it.

With his lip still bloody and throbbing,

Egg had only one thing on his mind.

Either of you seen Neville?

No.

Should I tell him
you're looking for him, Egg?

He knows.

Egg had two things going for him.

It wasn't a big island,
and there weren't a lot of monkeys.

You and this monkey, Ya-Ya,
is gonna be the end of me.

Looking for your boy Neville.

That's too bad.

I thought you were here for me.

Business before pleasure.

I ain't seen young Neville.

That's who mess up your face?

Shame. So pretty.

That's his monkey, innit?

It's her monkey now.

Get a room, Ya-Ya.

And that's his boat.

Where is he?

You don't see him here, right?

You see Neville, you call me.

Why would I do that?

He paying me, not you.

Always about the money for you, Gracie.

I don't feel bad for looking out for us.

There's a huge world out there, Ya-Ya.

You know how nice it would be
to buy a plane ticket one of these days?

To actually go somewhere?

My story doesn't end on this island.

It can't.

We don't do what we do for the money.

We do it 'cause we're chosen.

I know that.

Good. Now help me
get this boat in the water.

Young Neville could use a little help.

Gracie wasn't sure

what pushing that rickety old boat
back out to sea was gonna do,

but she knew one thing.

For her grandmother's sake,
she had to be a lot more careful

about saying how badly she wished
she was floating away with it.

Rosa's idea felt like a good one at first,
but she almost immediately regretted it.

Dude, seriously?

- Hello.
- What the hell?

There's an APB out on you.

Yeah, it's a big mistake.

Stop it.

I can't talk.

Since when are you not fucking talking?

Hello?

Bro, are you okay?

I love that you're worried about me.

I love that. Stay magical.

Fucking guy.

Campesino.

Hold the elevator.

Campesino.

Hold the elevator.

I tried.

All good.

Who's the stiff?

Some idiot on a motorcycle.

His face is gone. You wanna see it?

No, I'm good. Thank you though.

Oh, Campesino, real quick.

How come a--

a fine-looking woman like yourself
is even messing with Yancy?

If you're into cops,
you got better options.

Rosa had flirted with assholes before

to get out of tricky situations,
just not today.

I'd rather fuck the guy in the body bag.

Uh-huh.

I think you're mistaking me
for someone you can mess with.

Later on, Rosa would accuse Yancy
of making a noise.

He would deny it forever.

That's a big body.

- I've seen bigger.
- Yeah?

I think I will have a look.

It's really not--

You okay?

That was not good for my concussion.

What were you thinking?
You assaulted a cop.

I can lose my job.

I can go to jail.

All right. If it's any consolation to you,

I hear that women's prisons
are much nicer.

All right. Should we talk about
where we're going?

Should we sit in silence?

I agree. Let's sit in silence.

That'd be super helpful.

Just sit and drive.

- What now?
- Listen,

Mendez is gonna say
that I broke his nose, which I did,

but he can't really prove it
because I was in a body bag.

Do you mind if we come by your house and

figure out our next move?

No. And who's "we?"

You got that nice coroner caught up
in your world of shit, didn't you?

Rogelio says hello.

She didn't say hi back,
but that's more about me than you.

- Is that the fugitive?
- Yeah.

Give me that.

Andrew, my legal advice
is to turn yourself in,

but I know you won't do that,
so just call me when you need me.

We are working out.

Bye.

Chest or arms?

- I wanna eat.
- Come on, flaco.

- Let's go.
- Fuck!

I should work out more.

Listen, I know everything
seems like it's fucked.

But if I can just buy
a little bit of time,

I think I can clear everything up.

We can hide out at my parents'.
I'm already driving us there.

That's what I'm talking about here.

I knew you weren't mad.

Egg had one last idea
of where Neville might be hiding.

- Where is he?
- Who?

That little fuck, Neville.
I seen you talking to him.

I haven't seen him lately.

Why don't you try one of the girls
who's dumb enough to fall for his shit?

- If you hear from him--
- I won't.

Uh-huh. See you soon.

Can't believe you dated that guy.

It was one date,

and I can't believe
you dated every girl you ever dated.

You find anything?

Found everything.

It was all there
on the stolen flash drive.

Offshore accounts, forged deeds,

even itemized bribes to local officials.

I just have to get this to someone
with enough power to take him down.

You know anybody with that kind of juice?

No, but you do.

Works in Nicholls Town
for the chief councillor,

wears that shake-and-go wig
and you've seen her naked.

Oh, no. Tanny?

Hey, it's Neville.

Well, Mudda sick.

I never gotten a call from you
in the daytime.

Tanny, I just need a little favor.

I hear you lost your house.

That gave me great joy.

She not gonna help.

Apologize.

Tanny, I'm sorry.

I should've called you.

I can be an asshole.

Go on.

You know that developer,
Christopher, on Green Beach?

Yeah.

There's some bad shit going down.
I got proof.

I just need to get it in front of your
boss so he can do something about it.

I know you love this island
as much as I do.

Please.

I'll text you when I can get you
in front of him.

Don't be late.

- She totally forgave me.
- She didn't.

Yes, she did.

Bonnie didn't know how much longer
she could survive life on the run.

Unfortunately for her, back in the Keys,

Agent Russell was scaring the golf shorts
off the good Dr. Witt.

You know, if it were me

and I didn't wanna get named
as an accessory,

I think I'd probably do whatever I could...

Unsurprisingly, he decided to
help smoke Bonnie out.

I'm sorry, Bonnie,
this card isn't going through.

Oh, my God. That's so embarrassing.

You know what? Let me go up to my room
and grab another one.

Okay.

I will be right back.

Save my seat.

Ricky would never fall in love again.

Hey.

Before we go in there,
did you tell your mom about us?

Did I tell my mom that
we fucked once 18 hours ago in a morgue?

No, I didn't mention it.

Yeah, you're right.

It should probably come from me.

Hey! Guys, this is Andrew.

I am mad at him right now, but he is
a friend and he's staying the night.

Very nice to meet you.

Hola.

Andrew...

Sit with me.

- Let them work.
- Okay.

Well, thank you, sir.

- Salud.
- Salud.

Stop it!

He's not even gonna help?

- Typical gringo.
- Tell me about it.

I feel like you kind of
set me up, and honestly, I respect that.

I've got two hands here.
What can I do, ladies?

Go get the black beans
in the kitchen. Gracias.

Papi, why are you always
hating on all my boyfriends?

It works every time.

I already feel better.

Thank you, Ms. Cay,
for allowing me to be of service.

Thank you.

Powerful Dragon Queen,

could you summon a spirit
to make me a sandwich?

I'm starving.

Fuck you, Asia.

Come on.

The two old friends always went
to the most remote beach on the island.

It was the only place the Dragon Queen
could just be Gracie.

You bring one for me?

Bitch!

I hate you.

Thanks.

So, how your husband?

Nice but boring.

All the men around here
are too chicken shit for me.

Who say Dragon Queen ain't wanna go
out for some beers and conch salad?

- You deserve.
- Damn right.

I did meet this guy the other day though.

Huge arms.

They call him Egg.

I know, silly name.

He work for the American

building that resort.

That Christopher guy is loaded.

The wife came into my shop
and dropped five grand.

How you spend five grand
in that tacky store?

White lady tax.

We like that.

Maybe Egg ain't such a bad name after all.

It's bad.

The herd runs--

Give you two for one.

WZPZ14. Developing story from Key West.

- As a squatter was found...
- Baby! Babe, come here.

I think they found Yancy's body.

The suspect Andrew Yancy

- was last seen here this morning.
- Suspect?

I found Mr. Yancy in the beautiful,
spacious, upstairs master bedroom suite--

Excuse me, primary suite.

He quickly fled but it, of course,
took him a minute to get out of here,

because you can see,
this house is for a baller.

Six bedrooms,
each with its own en suite bath.

- Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.
- We're talking Italian tiles everywhere.

Back to you in--

What's up, chicken butt?

I just missed you.

Geez louise, you're so needy.

Nick felt the urge
to call her back and tell her the truth.

It passed.

With no money and nowhere to stay,

Bonnie ended up back at the one place
she always knew she was welcome.

Andrew!

She couldn't help but wonder
if Yancy was out gallivanting around

with his new friend Rosa.

Bonnie used words like "gallivanting"
even when she was thinking.

Either way, that very thought
made it easier to do this.

She just wanted to feel safe.

Mija, we are very proud
to celebrate your new job tonight.

Wow.

No matter what kind of
weather you're reporting,

the sun is always shining in your heart.

Mami.

- Cheers.
- Salud.

- Cheers, guys.
- Happy days.

Salud.

Sorry about Heather with the Weather.
She was an icon.

She was a bitch.

Two sides of the same coin.

Jorge, can you do
me a quick favor after dinner?

Can you help me unlock this phone?

How?

You know, just Gen Z it.

Hack it. Crack the code.

Maybe we can tag Grandpa in too

because he seems
like he's very tech-savvy.

As a matter of fact, I am.

No, I can tell. In a good way.

Don't tease him.

It's okay.

Let him find his way through it.

This is how he grows.

That's it.

Your sister says you're sleeping with him.

What? Mel, are you serious?

Bro, what do you want me to do?

It's complicated.

Mysterious.

She likes them a little mysterious.

Why are you being like this?

It's my nature.

He's big trouble, that man.

I can tell.

He's big, all right.

That's what she said.

What?

Mel had sex with our neighbor,
Mr. Garcia, last year.

Enjoy.

His wife is your godmother.

It's not blood.

But each time I try
I just break down and cry

'Cause I'd rather be home feeling blue

So I'm saving all my love

I like you better singing than talking.

What are you doing here?

That property belong to Mr. Wendell.

I helped him cross over.

I sometimes help people do that.

Not in the same way.

My bosses are trying to buy that land
for their resort.

Gonna pay a good price.

Why you work for those two?

You ain't got no soul, hey?

Don't matter how nice the package is

if there's nothing good inside.

Someone wants to pay me to be nice,

I'll gladly do that.

Way I see it, everyone's out
hustling trying to get theirs.

You can either play the game too
or watch them take it out your pocket.

She didn't like
that she was starting to agree with him.

Gotta go work.

Maybe later, you and I can--

Less talking, more singing.

So I'm saving all my love for you

You used to tell me

We'd run away together

It was a 20-minute ride
to the government offices

in Nicholls Town,

but because of the company,
Neville still wished it was longer.

Good luck in there.

It's gonna be fine.
I tell you, she forgave me.

I'm telling you she didn't.

You'll wait for me, right?

You always seem to think so.

Hi.

Nice shoes.

They're knockoffs.

Fooled me.

Hey, Dawnie.

Come along.

Thanks again for doing this.

Do you mind if I set that up?
He's not great with tech.

Okay. Yeah, perfect.

Wait, why are we stopping?

Thanks for the shoes.

They're not fucking knockoffs.

Payback time, son.

I'd like to say this was just business,
but I'd be lying.

I'm gonna enjoy it.

Go!

Go, go, go!

- First admit it.
- What?

Fine. She didn't forgive me.

Thank you.

Later, sucker!

Go, go!

- Hurry!
- I'm going!

Whether you believe
Neville's boat floating up was dumb luck...

- What?
- ...or magical intervention,

well, it's more about who you are.

But I know what I think.

Rosa tried to figure out
a subtle way to tell Yancy

she was glad he was here.

- Culo.
- Nice.

Not everyone was a fan.

All right, my man.

If you make any headway,
can you come get me?

Yeah.

Mrs. "Campensino,"
thank you so much for having me.

I'm gonna go chat with Rosa real quick.

Jorge, vamos.

It's okay, Jorge. Save yourself.

Got a strong hand around the house.

You got to, you know what I mean?

Respected, not loved.

Everything okay with you?

No, it's not.

Would you like some time alone?

Let you process for a little bit?

I hate to crowd you
when you're feeling so much.

Ro had to skip putting his kids down

because Sonny wanted to "shoot the shit."

He was not thrilled.

Hey, thanks for coming in.

What do you want, Sonny?

Well, I'm sure
you heard about our pal Yancy.

We both know he didn't kill anybody.

Hell, that goofball probably
couldn't kill himself even if he tried.

That's just between us.

We all got that memo about how we're not
supposed to joke about suicide no more.

We all didn't get that memo. Just you.

Right.

Anyway. Yancy,
he ain't answering his phone.

Nobody's heard from him and--
I don't know.

I guess I'm worried about him.

He's okay.

I talked to him.

Yeah. Well,
I figured that might be the case.

I just didn't think you
were dumb enough to admit it.

Holy shit. You tricked me.

I didn't think you were
smart enough for that.

Sit your ass down.

Now, where's Yancy and what do you know?

- He didn't tell me anything.
- You think I'm fucking around here?

I will subpoena your phone records,

and if I find out that you're helping
him in any way, shape or form,

you're done being a fucking cop,
comprende?

But hey, it's okay,

because I'm sure you and Monte can get by
on his public defender salary, right?

You see that,
that heartbreaker right there?

You got pictures of your nice,
new family on your desk?

- Maybe.
- Good.

Then why don't you go take a look at them
and ask yourself if Andrew fucking Yancy

is worth blowing it all up?

Yancy, my parents are downstairs,
and I stole a couple of my dad's beers.

Mom, where's Yancy? He wasn't in his room.

- He's gone.
- What do you--

I'm wearing sweats and a T-shirt.

I know what sweats and a T-shirt mean.

Wait, I don't understand. Why would
he leave without saying anything?

- I have no idea.
- Oh, yes, she does.

- What did you tell him?
- That he's bad for you.

- Those are not good without milk.
- Mom, what is wrong with you?

- Dad, where did he go?
- I don't know.

Don't look at me.
I was just trying to unlock that phone.

- Did you?
- Nah, couldn't.

It does have a Touch ID,

but that doesn't help
unless you got the guy's fingerprints.

Come in.

Hey, sweetheart.

Hi. What are you doing here?

Well, we're going
to Andros tomorrow morning,

so I wanted to come and say goodbye.

But not real goodbye,
'cause I'll come visit.

Eve gave Nick her best "told you so" look.

It was why she wanted to stop by
before they left Florida forever.

...but still, how cool is that?

It was time to nip this in the butt.

Hey, Caitlin, honey.

Did you tell Simon that
your dad was still alive?

No, she would never.

She did.

Right, sweetie?

I promise he won't tell anybody.

Is this a new couch?

Yeah, it's real leather.

- It's swanky.
- Thank you.

It's gorgeous.

- I love it.
- Thanks.

Hey, baby, will you grab us
two Cokes with ice from the fridge?

I wanna have a little girl talk.

- That's my cue.
- Yeah. Such a cutie.

You really do have an eye.

Thank you.

So, here's the thing.

You're spending money like you're
trailer trash who just won the lottery.

You're over here running your mouth to
your fucking loser, Jesus-freak husband.

And now you think you're flying
your bony ass to Andros for family time?

Your dad's dead.

Your job's very important,

and it's to stay here and play the role
of the grieving daughter.

Who the fuck are you
to tell me what to do?

He's not gonna let you treat me like this.

Because you're daddy's little girl?

Guess what? He's not gonna give a shit,
you wanna know why?

I fuck him.

You might share his DNA.

I swallow it.

Classy.

I've worked too hard.

I don't give a flying fuck if it's you.

I don't care if it's your fucking husband.

Anyone messes with my world,

and I have no problem
putting them in the fucking ground.

Hey, Dad,

you okay with
her threatening me like that?

You know what? I think this is good.

I think it's really important for us
to figure out where everyone stands.

Dad?

Baby, what's it gonna be?

Look...

I think things got
a little heated in here,

but, sweetie,
Eve just wants what's best for us.

For all of us.

Get out.

It was so great seeing you.

Come on, honey. Don't be like that.

Go fuck yourself, Dad.

Baby, I'm starving.
Should we do pizza or wings?

Okay.

All right. That's good.

Yancy reminded himself to call Ro later

and tell him he was right.

It was, in fact, a normal-sized coffin.

Bro, what the fuck is your problem?

Why would you just leave like that?

You know, I'd actually love
to talk that out with you,

maybe just not while
I'm standing in a grave.

This is insane. You know that, right?

This isn't gonna work.

Let's see here.

Don't have a lot of time for
"I told you so's."

- We should probably get moving.
- What happens if it locks again?

Great point.

Oh, my God.

That is disgusting.

Seriously?

You work in a morgue.

Excuse me?

Wow. Groundskeeper at a cemetery?

I didn't expect you for a gun.

I thought you guys might have
a leaf blower or a lawn mower.

- Shut your mouth.
- Yes.

- Listen, I think I can explain--
- Don't move. Stop right there.

Rosa, put the speargun down.
He's not a marlin.

Right.

We don't want any trouble.

And I know this looks bad,
but honestly, we're the good guys here.

It's too long to explain it.

But, I only really have
one question for you, sir.

Have you called the police?

I believe I can answer that on my own.

I am so sorry. They're lucky to have you.

We're gonna just go. No problem, sir.

- Stop. Hey!
- Thank you. You're great at your job.

Yancy knew that

the Miami Police Department
had changed a lot since he left,

but he was still surprised
by how seriously they took grave robbers.

Why would you leave me? That was rude.

Your mom was right, okay?

I pulled you out of your job.
I made you an accessory.

I mean, tonight you're robbing graves.

Rosa, listen, you said it yourself.

You said I'm fucking up your life.

You don't get to decide what I do
with my life and neither does my mom.

This isn't about your mother.

It's realizing the fact
that this is not going--

I'll tell you when I'm done with you.

All right.

We should go.

Your mom's intimidating though.

The next morning,
Bonnie was still on edge and rightly so.

She had spent years running from her past,
but that didn't matter all that much.

Sometimes your past
is still gonna catch up to you.

Hey, Ms. Chase.

I mean, Plover.

Especially when you had sex with it
when it was in high school.

Cody.

With Nick's phone unlocked,
Yancy was all business.

God, this guy loves sunsets, huh?

I mean, it's a weird camera angle, right?

I mean, if you're shooting stuff,

then if you put it this way,

you know, obviously
you're gonna get a much better shot.

Why are we looking at pictures?
Shouldn't we be looking at the texts?

I will. I just happen
to be a very visual person.

All right. Nothing.

Eve.

Phone company.

Here's one from someone named Claspers.

"Wheels up at 7:30, boss."

With three exclamation points.
I mean, that feels unnecessary, right?

Oh, my God.

Nick and Eve are getting on a plane
somewhere this morning,

and I'm betting they're never coming back.

Okay, so what now?

We gotta find 'em before they split.

I guess we could just
ask Claspers which airport.

- No, don't. Nick would know that.
- Why not?

No, wait. Here.

- Gonna grab some coffee.
- Uh-huh.

Any good places by the airport?

I'm not sure you have to hide it
in the disguise of getting coffee.

If you just said, "Which airport again?"
'Cause people forget things.

But if you're making it like
the Trojan horse of coffees,

the whole thing could blow up.

Two different recommendations.

Look at that,
with five exclamation points.

This guy loves coffee even more
than he loves the wheels being up.

It's the simple things, isn't it?
For everybody. I'm always learning.

There's one airfield close to these
coffee places, and we can make it in time.

Okay, I got this.

All right, I'm gonna say thanks.

And I'm gonna
go with ten exclamation points.

I'm gonna show him I speak his language,
make him feel comfortable.

We will get you something too.

But I'm gonna spell the word
"too" instead of the number two,

and that way they know
I'm an adult and sent.

Why did you write that?

Courtesy is
the foundation of all friendships.

If you're not polite,
you can't have a real friendship.

People like polite. I like polite.

- Thanks, Hector. Take care.
- Have a great flight.

K.J. Claspers longed for the camaraderie

of his old smuggling days...

Eve.

...so he was excited
to finally connect with Eve.

Is that my coffee?

What are you talking about?

I think we got our signals crossed.

I thought she was bringing me a latte,
so I didn't stop at my regular place.

Nobody cares, dude.

I thought you talked to him.

Next time, you know what?
I'll bring you a couple options,

so that you'll be able to sort
of pick and choose

- and see which one you want to have.
- Cool.

You know, I almost wore exactly the
same thing. That would have been awkward.

Don't talk to women
about what they're wearing.

Okay.

B group.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

I'm a little sad
to be leaving America forever.

What did I promise you?

Happily ever after!

The God's honest truth,

Nick wasn't that scared
of Yancy catching up to him.

I mean, it wasn't like
he could tackle the plane.

But he was absolutely terrified

that Eve would see Yancy alive.

Little champagne for my lady.

Thanks, babe.

None for me, thanks. I'm driving.

You're not funny.

As Nick watched Yancy give up

and then get smaller
and smaller and smaller,

he felt relieved to finally get a win.

He deserved at least one.

It's so good.

Are you calling me?

Don't answer it.

- Hello.
- Hey, Eve. It's Andrew Yancy.

I met you at the Winn-Dixie.

Your husband tried to kill me.

He said you were dead,
and you don't sound very dead.

Nah, just a little winded.

I'll see you soon.