Eenie Meanie (2025) Movie Script
1
You have three new
voice messages. First message.
Edie, where the hell are you?
It's 1:00 a.m. and your mother is
making an ass of herself. So you need
- Hey. Where you going? I said we're not...
- I need five minutes. No.
- Kat, we're leaving. Fuck.
- Oh, come on. Five minutes.
Edie, move your ass.
Next message.
No. What are you d No,
don't serve her. Don't serve her another
Jesus Christ, man.
She's shit-hammered already.
- Oh, shut up.
- What the fuck?
Edie, seriously. Get down here.
Next message.
If you fell asleep
with your goddamn headphones on,
I swear to God, I'm gonna lose my shit.
Pick up the phone. What the hell is
What the fuck are you looking at?
Was I talking to you?
- Yeah, boy. Keep walking.
- Nobody's hitting on your girl.
Nice shirt, you fucking
Ricky Martin wannabe motherfucker.
- You see me going anywhere?
- Who you think you talking to?
- I'm right here.
- You want trouble, you found it.
Mark, don't God. Oh, my...
I worked last week. It's my money.
Oh, great, yeah. One week.
You worked one week. Oh, you know what?
How is it that you get to spend
all your work money on your bullshit,
when I give everything I make
to you and Edie?
I'm not taking you back to that shithole.
- Who the fuck was that guy in there?
- It was Chico.
- Chico? Who's Chico?
- No, uh, Rich, or
- Ri Rich? Rich Pacheco?
- Whatever.
That was Rich Pache The jagoff
that robbed the Sevs with a butter knife?
- He's harmless.
- No, he tried to kill a cashier.
But he didn't.
Because he used a fucking butter knife.
Which makes him an idiot.
- Stop socializing with stupid junkies.
- Okay.
- That's crazy.
- "Junkies."
Thought he was in jail.
You know, I didn't ask you to police me.
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Fine.
- Jesus Christ already.
Thank you for filling in for my dead dad.
'Cause I was really missing
having someone up my ass 24-7.
Well, obviously
it didn't work the first time.
And what makes you think
it's gonna work now, hmm?
Are you even
What a pain in the ass.
- Guys.
- What?
Fuck!
- What do I do? What do I do?
- No, no, no. No. It's fine, honey.
- Just calm down.
- It's not fucking fine.
No, we'll just let's just
tell him that we've been drinking.
- She's 14.
- Yeah, he'll think we're being smart.
Shut it, Kat.
Hey, Edie, Edie, do not pull over.
I'm pulling over.
Edie! Do not fucking pull over.
Oh, my God.
Okay, you know what? I'm gonna
hide it. That's what I'm gonna do.
- Shut it, Kat. Edie. Look at me.
- I'm just gonna...
Look at me.
Your mom has a shit ton of coke on her.
She bought a bunch of coke
from Rich fucking Pacheco,
and if you don't get us out of here
right now...
Okay, you know what? You're overreact...
You... You don't think he's gonna
pull us out of the car? Huh?
When he finds out that she's fucking 14?
Edie, if you don't get us the fuck out of
here right now, your ma is going to jail.
- Mark.
- It's your third strike, babe.
Edie. Look at me.
It's okay.
Now.
Just like I taught ya.
Punch it.
Hey!
I gotta go!
- What? No, no, no, no, no. Fifteen.
- Come on!
- Fifteen more minutes.
- I've got work in, like seven hours.
So? It's my birthday.
Yo ass used to be fun.
Oh, come on. I still have to study.
Tori's gonna stay. She's fun.
Oh, no. No, no, no. Tori is too fun.
Look, I got a 2:00 a.m. last call
with that crazy-ass bitch.
So, no, I'm good. Yeah.
Okay, yes. Stay away from her.
- Yeah. I'm good.
- Thank you.
No, no, no. You don't have to do
I know how tight your shit is right now.
Oh, no. It's your birthday. You're not
paying on your birthday. Come on.
- Declined.
- Shit!
It's fine. It's fine.
My tuition probably went through.
- I got you.
- Uh.
No, no, no.
Thank you, thank you, but we're good.
You gonna let your friend pay
on her birthday?
- Oh...
- You can pay me back with your number.
She said we're good.
Why you stoppin' me from
blessin' your girl's life?
Yo breath. Oh, my God.
You done cleared my damn sinuses.
Mmm, yeah, okay.
Wow. He's still here. He has confidence.
He doesn't have a mint.
I'm sorry.
She's really mean. I'm sorry.
You don't look sorry.
- I-I'll try. I'll try. I'll try.
- Get you a mint. Get you a mint, boo.
Bye, Doug.
- You doing too much.
- Yeah.
School, work,
studyin' in the middle of the night.
- Definitely feels like too much.
- Yeah.
Well, I'm proud of you.
And you still ain't called that bum-ass,
broke-ass motherfucker in, what now?
- Hey. You promised. Come on.
- I ain't promise shit on my birthday.
I could talk shit about that bum-ass
on my birthday.
It's been seven-and-a-half months now, so
That's good. For real.
That's a long-ass time to be with
somebody and then walk away.
I know how hard that shit is.
Ooh, this motherfucker.
Yo, call me.
Oh.
- Well, well, well.
- Ain't you got work?
Standing outside a dealership,
floppin' around.
I'm sorry about her.
You still don't look sorry.
Well, you're not making it very easy, man.
Looking like Jack Skellington and shit.
Goddamn!
You gon' fuck him 'cause of that car.
Huh?
Well
Ugh.
No, no.
Fuck. Fuck.
No, no, no, no, no.
Fuck.
Goddamn. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.
Come on. Come on. Go, go, go!
Okay. Okay.
Uh-uh.
Uh-uh. Fuck!
Fuck!
Sorry, Lisa.
- Morning, Rick.
- Dale told me to shoot if you came in.
- I might ask you to anyway...
- I have to be able to count on you.
I know, I'm sorry.
My car shit the bed again.
Well, then you should consider
purchasing a car that you can count on.
And if that car is unreliable,
may I suggest, once again, a bus pass.
You're absolutely right, Dale.
Sure, Dale's the uncool guy
with the bus pass.
- But, uh, you wanna know what is cool?
- Mmm.
Low carbon emissions.
Yeah, no monthly insurance payments.
Getting to work on time.
Uh, excuse me.
What is the ETA on that filter?
I think your fish is sick, Dale.
Next.
But you reversed the fee last time.
Yeah. Yeah, we did.
We offered you that one-time reversal.
- Do you understand what a fixed budget is?
- I do. I'm on one.
Hands up, motherfuckers.
Everybody, on the ground.
Phones out, now!
Hands up! Back that ass up!
- Phones out!
- You! Gimme your phone! Gimme your phone!
Open it!
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Now!
Open it!
Get over here now!
Get your ass down.
- On the ground.
- Ah, not you.
- Get up. Open the drawer.
- On the floor.
Get your ass on the ground.
Uh-uh. Stay down!
Hey! Get your ass down!
- Let's go. Nice and easy.
- Okay. Okay.
- You idiot! Pick it up!
- I'm sorry.
Get it all in there.
I'm not fucking with you! Pick it up!
Motherfucker!
- Goddamn it! Look what you did.
- That was not supposed to happen!
- You did that shit on purpose!
- Oh, God.
- Look at my face! Dumb bitch!
- I swear! It must've been broken!
Look what you did to me!
Look what you did to my face!
You're fucking lying to me, you bitch.
- Goddamn it!
- That's not supposed to happen.
Look what you did!
You did this shit on purpose!
No fractures, no concussion.
Everyone okay at the bank?
Far as I know. Security guard broke
an orbital bone, but, otherwise
Oh, and they got caught. The robbers.
Yeah, I figured. They made, like, five
mistakes before they even hit the drawers.
Sounds like
your bank must get robbed a lot
for you to be so educated on the subject.
Employee training simulations
and all that.
Okay. Couple more tests
before we can think about
throwing you back out on the street,
considering the pregnancy.
"The pregnancy"? What pregnancy?
Your pregnancy.
We run blood work in the case where you
might be pregnant, among other things,
and, yeah, you're pregnant.
So, you lied to me.
Hey, man. I just got pistol-whipped
and found out I'm pregnant.
Give me a break.
Three and a half months, though? Really?
I have a history of skipping periods,
I've been stressed like crazy lately.
- I don't...
- You see that stuff on TV
about those obese people
that have no idea that they're pregnant?
So, yeah, that does happen.
Look, it's gonna be all right.
There's worse shit than this.
Should I tell him?
John?
- Yeah, well...
- Whoa, are you kidding me with this shit?
No, but, like,
why would you even say that?
Well, if it was reversed...
If it was reversed, you would have to
go save that baby from that motherfucker
'cause he's a goddamn garbage fire.
And a criminal.
I was no sweetheart either, Baby.
- You were a kid, Edie.
- Yeah, so was he.
And a lot of things we did,
they were my choices too.
After getting dumped into
one shitty foster home after another,
with one shitty dad after another,
- he was the only one...
- Whoa, whoa.
Those pieces of shit don't excuse
the shit that John put you through.
You don't know the things that I did.
And I don't need to.
I know who you are now. And what the fuck
we been doing for the last year, huh?
Like, busting our ass, for what?
I don't know.
Whatever you decide to do with this baby,
you got folks that got your back.
We will figure it out
without that motherfucker.
We can raise funds or something.
Yeah, maybe we could GoFundMe my abortion.
Hell yeah. Put that shit on Facebook.
What you mean?
- I know my aunties, they'll hook you up.
- Baby Girl.
What, Teenie-weenie-peenie?
The fuck you want?
I don't wanna get you fired.
Oh, I ain't never getting fired.
Yeah, he sent me a dick pic
on accident once.
He knows I'll send that shit to corporate
if he ever tries to fuck with me,
so, I'm good.
Oh, you coming by later?
Ugh, I have my fucking test tomorrow.
I just wanna get it over with.
Okay. But do not call that motherfucker.
- I won't.
- Baby Girl?
I'm coming.
- Bye, boo.
- Bye.
What? Damn. I'm here. Okay.
Shit.
John?
John?
- Where is Leo, John? Where is he?
- Come on, John.
- I told you. I don't know where he is.
- I'm getting bored, John.
If I get any more bored,
I'm gonna break your fucking head.
- You know what I'm talking about.
- Ow!
- I told you I don't know where he is!
- Punch him right in the face.
Fuck that little piece of shit!
Fuck!
Aw, geez.
Look at your face. Fuck.
Tell us what you did with Leo, John.
Yeah, we don't wanna kill you today.
It's my son's birthday.
Hey!
John, the fuck are you doing?
Come on! Fuck!
What the fuck did you do?
Tell me what you did!
- Yo! This way! This way! This way!
- Damn it!
White trash, you still owe me 20.
I'll pay you back!
Tell me what you did!
Fuck. John. Where are you going?
Ow.
It was already open.
John, whose place is this?
John, whose place is this? John!
- Sweetie's.
- Who the fuck is Sweetie?
- John! John!
- These work.
John, who the fuck is after us? John.
Shit! Jesus!
Who the fuck are you?
We're friends of Sweetie.
Sweetie said I could borrow his gun.
- And Sweetie said...
- Oh, you talking about this gun?
This my gun now.
And Sweetie ain't around here no more.
But this is all Sweetie's stuff.
No. This Byron's stuff.
Byron's gun, Byron's apartment.
And why do you have on my shorts?
That's my after-shower shit, man.
Byron, just call Sweetie.
He'll tell you he knows me.
- Pretty sure Sweetie's dead, John.
- What?
- Who the fuck are they?
- These Sweetie's friends.
Sweetie ain't here no mores.
Now, who the fuck is that?
Hey, Byron, Byron. Look at me.
They're after us, they have guns,
they're very dangerous.
Hey! They in here!
- Shit. Shit!
- Byron, we can work this out.
- You got money?
- Uh, we do. We can get it after.
Nah, man. Fuck your "after."
- Sh Hold this, baby.
- No, hey... Byron, don't do...
These motherfuckers got money?
They want
Hey, hold the fuck up.
I know you motherfuckers ain't
knockin' on my goddamn door like that.
What the f...
Oh, fuck. What the shit?
John! John!
John! Listen to me.
Bust ass to the back bedroom now.
- No, no, no, no.
- Go, go, go, go. What the fuck?
Go, go, go.
Fuck it.
What the fuck did you do? Who's Leo?
Let's fucking go!
Go, go, go, go!
Where's your car?
I don't have my car. I took the bus.
- Shit.
- Yeah.
Hold up.
Throw me the keys.
Get in.
Oh, shit!
What the...
Yeah, baby! Yeah!
Whoo!
Edie! No, no, no, no, no, no.
Shit.
No way out. No way out.
I got it. I got it.
Go, go, go, go!
Edie. Edie! Car, car, car!
Oh, shit!
Shut the fuck up!
Go!
Wait, no. On your left.
- What are they doing?
- Go.
Shit.
He's coming up this road.
Go, go, go, go, go.
- What crazy shit are you about to do?
- This crazy shit.
Bitch, I'm from Cleveland!
Tell me you don't miss that.
What did you do?
Huh? Oh. Okay. Hey.
Slow down.
It's just a misunderstanding.
What was I thinking coming to see you?
I step back into your life
for five seconds. Five seconds.
- You know what?
- What?
- This is not my problem.
- What do you mean?
- What are you talking about?
- It's not my problem.
- Come on. What are you...
- Bye.
Edie, hold on. Can we just
Can we just talk about this for a second?
Edie. Edie.
Hey! Come on, Edie.
You can't leave me here.
I ain't got no clothes.
Tell me what you did!
Hold on.
- Tell me what you did!
- Don't. Come on, don't be crazy.
Okay! I'll show you, okay? I'll show you.
- Jesus Christ.
- Just stop already.
You're making judgments
and you don't know nothing.
We're at a rat-fucked warehouse
in the middle of fuck-nowhere.
What, I'm supposed to expect
there's Christmas presents in there?
Baskets full of puppies?
Oh, fuck yeah, Sweetie.
That's a person-sized box.
Please tell me there is not a person
in that goddamn person-sized box.
- Leo.
- Yeah, it's a fucking person. Fuck!
- Leo.
- He's dead, isn't he?
He's not... Oh, shit. You know what?
- Jesus Christ!
- Uh,
I think he might've
rolled over in the night.
- No, it's fine.
- He can't breathe in there!
No, I poked holes.
I just think he might've covered 'em up
when he rolled over.
For fuck's sake.
Leo. Leo, wake up.
No, that's it. Good luck with
your dead body, you fucking dingdong.
Jesus Christ. He puts holes in the box
like he's a goddamn turtle.
Don't do this to me right now, you piece
of shit. Wake up. Don't do this. Leo!
He's alive! Edie, he's alive!
- What the fuck?
- Fuck you. Fuck you, John.
He's alive.
We're good.
He's a card counter.
Player. Card player.
- Nico calls you "card counter," so...
- Wait, this is Nico's guy?
What the fuck, John? Are you serious?
I told him.
I told him I can't play for anybody else.
It was one game on an Indian reservation.
No one was even gonna know.
What are you not getting about this?
- All you had to do was play one game.
- Nico would fucking kill me!
Shut the fuck up!
Just tell me exactly what happened.
Uh, fine. Okay.
So, uh, we hooked up for drinks.
Right? He has a few. I have a few.
And then I proposed a thing
about a game I had heard about.
And I told you,
"I can't because I work for Nico."
He made me do cocaine.
My wife would kill me if she knew
I did cocaine. She'd divorce me.
Oh, please. I didn't hear you argue.
Why would I argue?
Who doesn't love cocaine?
And then he hit me
because I wouldn't take the job.
I apologized,
and then I offered you a ride home.
But you didn't.
You put me in this fucking box.
I almost died.
He was gonna call Nico, Eds.
And I poked holes in the box, by the way.
Oh, like a fucking hamster?
Maybe you are a fucking hamster.
What does that even mean?
Eds, wait. Hold on. Wait, E-Edie, come on.
Would you just wait up for a second?
Take him back to Nico.
Edie, come on. You know we can't do that.
What "we"? I ain't doin' shit.
Oh, God.
You guys are gonna talk about
fucking killing me,
and then you're gonna kill me.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
- Shut up!
- Shut up!
Can we just, like,
think this through for a second?
Yeah, 'cause that's your strong suit,
"thinking things through."
Bring him back alive.
Apologize to that jagoff.
Apologize to Nico. That is your only shot.
You don't have to do this, you know?
Where are you taking me?
Back to Nico.
And why would I believe that
after he put me in a fucking box?
I apologized for that.
John, Leo, you're both
gonna tell Nico it was a mistake.
You got fucked up
and did some stupid shit.
You know, boys being boys or whatever.
And tell me, why would I do that?
Your wife won't find out you did cocaine.
'Kay?
Do you have any more of that cocaine?
No.
I need something to eat.
Totally acceptable. We're happy to stop.
I think there's a burger joint
right up the street.
I'm a vegetarian.
- Jesus. Figures.
- John. John, I swear to God.
Whatever you want, Leo. Our treat.
I'd like a falafel.
Fucking falafel.
There's a place I like on Court Street.
- It's just up a few blocks.
- Okay, fuck that.
We're going to the burger place.
You could get fries, or whatever isn't
fucking cow or pig or whatever.
Okay, Gandhi?
I got money. I got it.
Hey, hey!
Just go.
What up, gangster?
Hey.
What are you doing?
You can't put
what that vegan piece of shit did on me.
Would you just stop?
We can figure this out.
I ain't figurin' shit.
I am done cleaning up your messes.
You're a living shit show, John.
You're the fucking Hiroshima
and the 9/11 of fucking human beings.
Hey, don't say stuff you'll regret.
Regret is all I have.
I regret every second of every minute
I walked back into your life.
Take it back. You don't mean it.
Oh, yes, I do mean it!
And if I had a time machine,
I'd hit the button that said,
"The day before you met
John's stupid fucking ass!"
That would not be a button.
What?
Eenie Meanie.
You remember who came up with
that name for you?
You still there?
Who is it?
You, Nico. It was you.
I was always proud of that one.
Not that it wasn't right there.
"Edith Meaney." "Eenie Meanie."
So small behind the wheel of a car,
but you were always so
Mean.
Like a dog with his balls cut.
Dogs are meaner with their balls.
Always the smartest one in the room,
weren't you?
Unfortunately, you weren't smart enough
to stay away from John.
And let's not pretend
he's not there with you.
The store in an hour.
What'd he say?
Hey. Ow! Hey. What the fuck?
Ow! St... Cut it out! What the fuck?
What?
John. You're gonna keep your mouth shut
in there, all right?
You're gonna let me do the talking.
Do you hear me?
- Do you?
- Yeah, I got it.
I'ma grab a snack.
No you're not. Hey.
Put that down, or I'm gonna jump
behind that register and grab the shotgun.
I already opened it.
Do you have any money?
I know, but if the doctor calls,
it's good or bad news, I could just...
What do you mean good or bad
You think it's gonna be bad news?
Well, I I worded it wrong. Look,
you're gonna make yourself sick, okay?
Hey. Sit down.
- Nic, you work too much
- What?
and you make yourself sick,
where's that gonna leave me?
Less fortunate.
- That's not
- What?
That's not what I'm saying here.
I'm trying...
If the doctor calls,
I'm gonna take the call myself.
- All right.
- Is it off silent?
The kid out front,
he set it to ring and buzz.
The kid outs Why can't you s
Forget about it. Forget I asked.
- Hey. My girl.
- Nico.
Long time.
No offense, but I was hoping for longer.
Well, how long has it been?
Oh, it's that museum thing, right?
- Five, six years?
- Seven.
That one went south, didn't it?
I put that scrub on the job.
What was his name?
- Mitts.
- Yeah, Mitts.
Big hands, right? Basketball player.
- Catcher. Baseball.
- Cat Catcher.
People thought he had a shot at going pro.
Oh. I guess he never got a shot at
going pro, did he, Edith?
Eenie Meanie.
Always cleaning up everybody's messes.
Are those for everybody?
Hey! The fuck you doing?
Did I offer you a fucking piece of candy?
- You gotta be careful, Nic.
- Tell me about it.
You're gonna have a stroke,
where does that leave me?
- Like I said, less fortunate.
- That's not fair.
Georgie worries about me.
Wants me to exercise.
He wants me to take care of that thing.
What is it?
Gut health. Probiotics.
Probiotics.
I think I read something about that.
Oh. We got a reader over here.
Bobby Book Club.
The only thing you've ever read
in your miserable life
is a prescription on the side of a bottle
that you stole out of some guy's car,
you miserable junkie bum fuck.
Could you get to
the fucking point here, please?
Oh, excuse me.
Did this, uh, unemployable dick nugget
Did he tell you about
his last masterpiece he painted?
- It wasn't my fault.
- Hey, what the fuck are you saying to me?
- It wasn't your fault.
- Nothing. S-Sorry.
I gave you one simple direction.
What was it?
Not a fucking sound.
- But it wasn't my fault.
- It wasn't your fucking fault?
You went up there, the house was dark.
- Open the door. Do it quick.
- All right. Okay.
Don't fuck with us, honky.
Honky? You're white too.
Don't tell him that.
I'm trying to throw him off the scent.
He can see your hands.
- What did I tell you?
- Case the house first.
Case the fucking house first!
Surprise!
Oh, shit.
You fucking ass You motherfucker!
How much money
did Leo make for us last year?
- 6, 7 hundred thousand, give or take.
- 6, 7 hundred thousand.
You know why I like that money?
Because it had no risk.
Prostitution, drugs? High risk.
But a guy who counts cards
and wins a little bit like Leo?
What's the worst that can happen?
Eh, someone gets the unfortunate job of
scraping his brains off the street.
That's the worst. But here's the thing.
A guy like Leo, a counter,
they do tend to burn out, right?
- Right.
- So?
Leo had, what,
three or four years left with us?
Give or take.
What kinda projected earnings lost
in that period of time
because of this unemployable motherfucker?
I like to round up, so, $3 million.
- Give or take.
- Give or take.
$3 million.
But I got some good news for you,
Johnny boy.
It just so happens there's gonna be
a casino poker tournament
in just a few days in Toledo.
And you know what the prize money is for
For the winner of
that particular tournament?
Three million dollars.
Three million dollars.
Neither of us are card players, Nico.
I'm a card player.
No, you're fucking not.
I don't need a card player.
I need a driver.
You wanna steal it?
It's more fun than that.
The three million dollars is given to
the winner of that particular tournament,
and it's gonna be put into
the trunk of a brand-new
Uh, the car is still TBD.
What's a TBD?
Uh, to-to be determined.
Oh. A brand-new to-be-determined car.
You're our getaway driver. All you gotta
do is get in the car and get away.
Get Perm Walters to do it.
He's your guy now, right?
Perm Walters does not owe me
three million dollars.
Since I mostly worked for you
all those years ago,
you know better than anyone
that I don't do that anymore.
So unfortunately,
I'm gonna have to decline.
She's declining. Perfectly acceptable.
- Eh.
- Yeah.
I mean, she did a lot of good work for us
- in the past.
- She did.
- Never failed us.
- Never did.
You know, in fact,
if anything, I failed her.
- No.
- Yeah.
So, when I did, what did I do?
What did I do? I let you go clean, right?
And why?
Why?
'Cause you're an honorable guy, Nico.
Honorable Guy Nico.
You had no problem letting a 15-year-old
girl play getaway driver for scumbags.
I don't know if we should be tossing
around the word "honorable" right now.
That's fair, Edith. That's very fair.
Well thanks for hearing me out.
Johnny boy,
if you don't have my three million dollars
by next Friday,
I'm gonna have your skeleton pulled out
through your skin
by a Haitian guy who does it
at a very fair price.
- What's his name?
- Tim.
Haitian Tim.
Oh, you're still there.
Yo, Edie, hold up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't have a heart attack!
Yo.
- So what are we doing?
- What do you mean?
Oh, what Nico said. You heard him.
He's got, like, two guys on the inside.
Got that thing figured out.
We do that shit in our sleep.
Come on. You know we've done harder.
Yeah, but what the fuck
do I get out of it, huh?
A chance to get arrested, shot again?
Are you Are you serious? You get
You get me being alive out of it, Edie.
You get me.
Come on. Really, John? What
- Are you just gonna let this happen to me?
- You asked for this shit to happen to you.
I bailed you out a lot of times.
Come on, John. How many times
are you gonna throw that in my face.
Are you serious?
Do you know what I've been doing
since we broke up?
- Look, we didn't break up. It's a break.
- Eight months is not a break, John.
For the last eight months, I've been
going to work and going to school
and trying to get as far away
from this shit as I can.
Oh, oh, really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure
you came to my house
three months ago and today.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Maybe that's because
I still keep punishing myself.
Oh, okay.
So I'm like a punishment for you.
Well, it always works out that way.
Maybe it's because I keep thinking
that whatever happened to me,
whatever light bulb that
went on that said,
"You gotta grow up
and maybe try for something,"
that it would happen for you too.
It never does.
What are you gonna do?
- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know. Maybe run.
Oh, come on.
You run, and the next thing you know,
you're hanging upside down by your asshole
'cause you came back for a pack of
cigarettes or something stupid.
Nico's got nothing better to do
than to track down and kill people
he has personal grievances with, okay?
I gotta go, John. I gotta
I gotta go.
We're written in the stars, Eds,
with the sun and the moon
and every fucking thing else up there.
The earth spins, but we're always there
when it comes back around.
We always come back around, Eds.
Oh, shit.
Hey, brother. Can I bum a smoke, please?
Pl Just one.
Shit.
What?
I'm gonna need a car.
I got that guy on 105.
Yeah, see what you can get with Hold on.
How much money can I spend?
You know, uh I could think of a few
things we could do to make a deal.
Come on, Stilts. I'm offering way more
than it's worth. Let's be real.
Look, I didn't give you my number
'cause I'm some car dealer.
Oh, shit. You should go.
I need you to take the baby.
It ain't my day, Deena.
Look, I got a hair appointment
last minute.
Since you ain't paid child support in
four months, you taking this motherfucker.
Look, don't make me have to
tell the judge. Who is this?
It's a business conversation.
Business, my ass. What does she want?
- That's none of your bus
- To buy his car.
How much?
- Do not
- Forty.
Oh, you taking that shit.
I know I speak for me and the fucking
judge when I say you are taking that shit.
Did you sleep with him?
What? No.
Did you sleep with anyone?
Since me, I mean.
Are you fucking serious right now?
It's not a no. Ugh. I'm fucking sick.
That's what you're thinking about right
now? Me having sex with other people?
- Don't say it. Don't say it like that.
- You're the one saying it.
I know, but now I'm picturing it
'cause of the way you said it.
Something is sick in your brain.
- Oh, like you don't think about it.
- You having sex with other girls? No.
Yeah, you do.
You need help. You need help.
You're not normal.
It's totally a normal thing.
I'm way more "normaler"
than you are in this.
You know what, shut the fuck up, Satan.
You know what I'd do though,
if I ever found out who?
Yeah, yeah,
you'd stick his dick through his face
or kick his heart up his ass or
- You've seen me do it.
- Yeah, I've seen it.
And I happen to remember you
in the emergency room
because Jimmy Pettrinelli knocked you out.
You know, he was a wrestler by the way.
He did that pussy-ass shit,
and then my head hit the pavement.
Yeah, I'm just Yeah.
God, now it's in my head.
Now I'm picturing you and Jimmy Pettrin
Why would you say his name?
Hey!
I'm not spending the next week
relitigating our shit with you.
The fuck is relitigating?
How the fuck you been to court a hundred
times and not know what litigate means?
Okay, all right. I know you're like
a hot-shit college girl now,
but the rest of us still live here
on planet Earth.
We're sharing a hotel room though, right?
What? It's a good value.
Oh, my God.
Hey. Hey.
What time is it?
We're early.
We can get beers.
I bet they have a pool table.
Nico's guy's gonna be here
in less than an hour.
Can you just once lay low?
Come on, we can make a few bucks.
You're just mad 'cause it's the one thing
I'm better at than you.
She's gonna meet us there later.
Man, get yo ass out here.
You coming?
Come on.
I'm next.
No.
I'm next.
John,
can you get me another drink, please?
Fuck's sake.
- Come here, motherfu...
- Enough!
Which one's yours?
Get the fuck off me. Get off me!
That one.
You two comedians, hit bricks.
Oh, shit. We have a Yankee fan.
Come here, man. Come here.
Have a good day.
Let me Let me see that.
L-Let me see that hat so we can burn it.
Now get the fuck out. Go.
John, say sorry to Gary.
Sorry, Gary.
Okay.
Are we all ready to act like professionals
and go to work?
Sorry, my wife got me on
this meal delivery thing.
She thinks if someone could be
as handsome as Tom Brady,
that he can be a great chef too.
But she was wrong.
Anybody want any pancakes
made out of sand?
All right, Cole. Introduce yourself
like we in recovery.
Cole, Head of Security at the casino,
and I am in recovery.
So if anybody wants this beer
Oh, yeah. I'll take it.
My glass smells like dog water.
- Sorry, Gary.
- Fuck off.
Okay, what are we up against on the day?
A lot of off-duty cops being brought in,
and that's not including
the two dozen already on security.
The money'll be secured in a prize car
just before the end of the tournament.
When they get a hunch the final game
is wrapping up,
security rolls it out from the vault
and feeds it into the trunk.
Three guys move the payload, three cops
securing the perimeter around the car,
six stationed outside, four in cruisers.
What kind of car?
- The prize?
- Yeah.
Kenny. Special events for the casino.
Dodge Charger Scat Pack.
Fast. Zero to 60 in 4.2. Manual.
Manual?
It's like they wanted someone to steal it.
Why do you think I picked it?
First bump,
outside of all the cops and/or security
is that they can't legally have gas
in it while it's on the floor.
Well, that's a problem
since it runs on gas.
Yeah, I fucked up on that one.
So we create a problem for this car.
Take it in the shop, rig the entire car
to our needs and send it back in.
Or we switch it out
with one we start rigging tonight.
Can we get an identical car?
Yeah. I know the dealer. I work with him
all the time. Massive piece of shit.
All right, we can talk specs
about the car later.
What do we need the car to do exactly?
How far from the display to the door?
I'm more worried
about the crowd than the cops.
Meaning, you'd like to avoid hitting
innocent people on the way out?
I would.
You won't be able to go through the front
entrance without doing a lot of damage
to the car and maybe a lot of people.
I'm assuming
you have an alternative?
The way the car came in
from the back.
She doesn't love it.
It's a much more complicated
drive out of that place.
Good news. Less security at that exit,
and who will be there
won't be expecting us.
What about guns?
And what about 'em?
Will we be supplied them?
I don't love that this is one
of your first questions, John.
A lot of the guys
on security are my friends.
Not on the day, they ain't.
I know Nico would say the same.
Hey, if shit's a summer breeze,
shit's a summer breeze.
Obviously that's what I prefer.
- But that person right there
- John.
that's my whole world.
And if someone tries
to take that away from me,
and shit goes from summer breeze
to wild wild west real quick,
well, ride 'em, fucking cowboy.
Okay, what else we got?
We got you road maps of every in
and out from here to New York.
Traffic will be a little busier
because of the event,
but I'm guessing it'll be manageable
at that hour of day.
Nico checked in
with his construction guys.
Won't be any roadwork planned
that day to make things funny for us.
Unless we want 'em to be funny.
All you gotta do is say the word.
Anything else you need on the outside?
- Just road.
- I can dig some up for you.
- I'll give you a call later.
- All right, man. I appreciate it.
Yeah.
Yeah, man. Get some sleep.
- Homeboy's gotta piss.
- Mmm. You got two minutes?
Gary, is it cool to use your office?
Long as you don't mind the ladies.
You think Gary likes
Black women with big tits?
There's some small tits too.
Um, how many banks have you robbed, Edie?
You get right to it.
Well, I'm in a room fully furnished
with pornography
with a woman I don't know, so I'd like
to get out of here sooner than later.
Banks. Robbed. How many?
Helped rob. Enough. Too many.
Mmm, 12 banks, three jewelry stores,
a nightclub tycoon's corporate office,
a certain football team owner's
summer home
That was impressive, by the way.
Police helicopter,
live chase all caught on the news,
and yet you are here talking to me.
If you're the Wikipedia
of all the bad shit I ever did,
then why are you even asking?
It's my job to sus out just
exactly who it is that I'm working with.
Am I running this job, or are you?
'Cause I'm confused.
No confusion. It's your job.
One hundred percent.
'Cause, you know, if
if it's you, it's better for me.
You pull it off, you're Mr. Big Shit
with the boss, and if you don't, well
Your boyfriend dies.
- Ex.
- Is he though?
- Hundred percent.
- Okay, because now I'm confused.
Nothing to be confused about.
There is. Most definitely.
Because you've had a 100% success rate
all before you were 25 years old, Edie.
- Not all.
- Oh, right.
And how'd those jobs go? Those, uh
off-the-books jobs?
- They went.
- Right.
Because if they didn't,
I would've heard about it.
And someone who gets talked about
like an urban legend, someone like that
has very picky taste on how things
are done and who they're done with.
Just say it.
Edie, this is the big black tits of me.
I like to think of myself as
uncommonly simple.
When I'm home eating snacks, I bring
a little vacuum cleaner to my chair
and suck up all the popcorn
that falls in my shirt as I eat.
But my favorite thing in the world
is being home
to make my son an egg salad sandwich
and walking him to the school bus stop.
Your son likes egg salad?
His teachers say he's unique.
And his mother's worried.
However, there is something
that is complicating this picture for me
in a way I do not like.
- Your boy is a liability.
- There it is.
I know it. Nico knows it.
Every low-level dope dealer, bookie,
or small-time asshole up and down
the Midwest circuit of assholes knows it.
And so do you.
So I need to talk about John.
Why don't you talk to John yourself?
I thought this was your job.
I, uh I met John when I was 15,
right before I was extricated
from what social workers describe
as a high-profile case.
My high-profile case was that my foster
father, trying to make some extra money
to score some dope, was trying
to sell my ass to some scumbag
in a parking lot of a 7-Eleven.
Don't worry. It didn't happen.
It didn't happen because someone
happened to see a crying girl
trying to escape a car with two men who
very much fit the description of scumbag.
- And that person was John.
- Was John?
And instead of dope, my foster father
and that scumbag were dragged
from that car and beaten within an inch
of their life by a kid who
By a kid who, up until recently, was by
my side for the better part of 15 years.
- That's loyalty.
- Yeah.
Respect that.
I just think maybe your loyalty
to your boyfriend
is threatening your 100% success rate.
Maybe you'll like this.
That job you mentioned,
the one you found so impressive,
that was two police helicopters,
five news helicopters
and eight staties
on our ass by the way.
I guess I have to update the Wikipedia.
You might wanna jot down
that it was John driving that night.
Not me. Because I had two bullets
in my neck and was unconscious.
Thanks to him, I'm sitting here,
like you said, talking to you.
And that's the big black tits of John.
Let's have a good week.
- All good?
- As long as my union rep's taken care of.
Said he's excited about breaking ground
on an in-ground swimming pool.
That fat fuck can swim?
Oops.
Oh, no.
- What are you guys doing?
- What happened?
Come on. You can't do
I can't believe this.
Like I promised, same exact car. Tits to
balls. No one's gonna suspect a thing.
I see you're putting that GED to good use.
You piece of shit. Fuck you, Mikey.
Yeah, twice is enough for me.
I hired her 'cause, you know, she's smart.
- Yeah, you fuck your mom.
- Yeah, whatever.
- Yeah, fuck you.
- What a fucking slut.
Jesus. I'm on a sales call.
Yeah, right.
That guy makes as many car sales
as I make child support payments.
I don't.
Uh, what did I say, huh? Tits to balls.
Tell you what, I'll, uh I'll take
a little something off for you, all right.
Oh, the security cameras,
they have night vision, yeah?
What are you saying?
Ow. You wanna drive in the dark?
She's saying if we switch the cameras to
night vision mode when the lights are on.
We put the cameras in the dark.
So what are we gonna do
about the gas tank?
- I don't know.
- What?
There, it's empty.
All right, well, fuck off. Go get to work.
What is that? Kevlar?
You're dead in the water, homey. Dead.
Whoo-hoo! Go, baby, go!
I'm going to bed.
I don't know if you saw,
but there's a sweet amount of per diem
in these envelopes.
Yeah, I'm still going to bed,
and you should too.
- All right. Whose room?
- That's very funny.
Is that who I think it is?
No fucking way.
Perm Walters.
Edith Meaney. Child.
- Oh, it's been a minute.
- Uh-huh.
I'd like you to meet
my date for the evening. Gloria.
It's an honor.
Pleasure. A thrill.
Now join our little party.
Yeah.
Please.
- So the competition.
- Not anymore. I thought you'd be grateful.
Grateful? For what?
For leaving you with the bulk of the
business. I heard Nico's keeping you busy.
Well, if you feeling entitled
to a thank you, shit, thank you.
And since you ain't working
in the morning, let me get you a drink.
A shot.
- No, thank you.
- Why?
You got some other obligations
requiring you to keep shipshape?
None for me. You?
Nah.
Just here celebrating the purchase
of my girl Gloria's new vehicle.
Ain't that right, baby?
Yeah. My baby's taking care
of me. Vroom.
Oh, shit. Here it come.
I seen them make one of these
on the hotel TV last night.
- Hey, what's this called again?
- A Wildfire.
- Wildfire.
- Wildfire.
Watch this.
- Ooh, shit. It's beautiful.
- Ooh!
All right, Gloria.
Baby, let's blow 'em out.
- Okay.
- There you go.
- Cheers.
- Big sip now, Mama.
- Whoo!
- Damn, that's good.
That's weird.
I thought you'd avoid fire considering
all that shit on your face.
Ain't nobody ever teach you that it's
rude to point out other people flaws?
- Rude.
- I never did get the story.
- What was it? A car accident?
- I don't get in car accidents.
What then?
Let's just say
the cost of doing business.
Which reminds me.
I owe you one. Don't I, John?
Well, we can always
take this outside, Freddy Krueger.
Nobody has a sense of occasion anymore.
Old friends threatening
fisticuffs in nice hotels.
So what is the occasion, Perm?
Only time I seen my pops in a suit
was the day they buried him.
Looking the best he's ever looked
for about an hour or two.
Then they closed that box,
covered it in dirt.
Nothing to celebrate,
except his own death.
So when you ask me
what the occasion, life's the occasion.
Sun up to sun down.
That's the fucking occasion.
They can bury me in my pajamas
when I'm in that box.
Maybe I'll be the reason someone
buys you those pajamas.
Or maybe I'll buy your ass that suit.
- Why is Perm Walters here?
- Here at this hotel?
- Did Nico put him on this?
- He definitely did.
Nico did not put him on this job.
So it's just a coincidence that Nico's
other driver just happens to be here
on the weekend of a job Nico put together?
Maybe he's here for the slots. Maybe he's
here for a Bat Mitzvah. I don't know.
All I do know is that Nico would not keep
me out of the loop on something like that.
Trust me.
Or don't.
Why is Perm Walters at the hotel?
- I have no idea.
- Tell him we're getting fucked.
Tell John to shut the fuck up.
You understand that
the last time I saw that guy,
he tried to hijack my job
and shot me twice?
I do.
So you have no reason
to believe he's onto this job?
I don't think he's onto this job
because the only people
who know about this job is me
and the people doing the job.
I don't like it, Nic.
I'll ask around.
Hey, Nico. I know you've been stressed.
You wanna know the best thing
for stress? Exercise.
So I picked you up one
of these portable seated ellipticals.
My Aunt Judy swore by it.
She used it every day
until she died of a heart attack.
I knew it. I don't trust those fucking
guys. That chaperone guy? Or fucking Gary?
Yeah. Why would Nico put Perm on the job?
You're better than him. So maybe not.
So it's just a coincidence?
No. No fucking way.
That's it.
- You think?
- Yeah. That's it. That's Perm's.
And it's a fucking work car.
Why would Perm let us know
he's here if he's not on the job?
You think he's that cocky?
He's wearing a fucking mink coat in
the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday.
What do you think?
So what now?
We need another driver.
I can do it.
We don't need another driver.
You have your own job to do.
I'm not risking it.
Yo, nice digs.
Yeah.
You sure this is the right address?
That's what it said.
Well, hello. I'm Rebecca.
You must be Edie.
Yeah, hi, uh This is This is John.
Nice house.
Well, thank you.
We've been very blessed.
How many square feet is it?
Um I don't know.
I'm not really
Hey. Sorry. This chair isn't
as fast as I'd like it to be.
Hi, Dad.
Eds.
Hi, Mr. Meaney. I'm John.
Right.
Heard a thing or two.
Yeah. Me too.
Yeah, I'm sure you have.
Your call caught us by surprise.
But, um, I'm grilling up
a storm in the back there.
I just hope that, uh,
dogs and burgers are okay.
Kinda short notice, but
I should go check it out.
Whoa, hey, watch out! I almost hit you.
- Again.
- Yeah. I ran over her toe once.
They're very unforgiving of, uh,
handicapped people in this house, right?
Say hello
to Edie and John, Sadie.
- Hi.
- Hi.
She'll warm up eventually.
Anyway, are you guys hungry?
I am.
Whoo!
Yeah.
Sunday driver?
If that.
Every once in a while
a bunch of gear head buddies of mine
drag out the old cars
and hit the burger joint a town over.
You know, a bunch of white hairs trying
to feel like their dicks still work.
You get used to the hand controls thing?
Like races?
Or burning doughnuts in a Dunkin'
parking lot like when you taught me?
I got, like, blown out
a couple times, you know.
And I go back a couple weeks later,
and I get so in the zone,
like I forget my legs don't work.
I won a grand.
I thought you were reformed.
Edie, listen.
I got a job going over at the casino.
Uh-huh.
John got into some trouble, so
This one of those
"do or die" kind of jobs?
I could use another driver.
Um, I got a pretty
good thing going here, Eds.
- So no?
- I'm a 50-year-old man in a wheelchair.
- That I put you in. I'm very aware.
- Hey, it's not about that.
Eighteen years is a long time
not to go get your daughter.
I was a fucking drug addict and alcoholic.
And there was no way in hell, with your
ma gone, with what happened to my legs
that I was gonna handle
any of this shit any better.
At the time,
I thought it was best for you.
Not to mention the burden I was.
Pissin' and shittin' myself.
Needing people to drag me out of
out of a fucking wheelchair.
It's not the life I wanted for you.
You should've let me choose.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
What did you used to tell me when, uh
when I got in trouble at school?
"I don't accept 'sorries.'
I only accept change."
Can you, uh,
move so I can get out?
Eds.
Edie.
I did change.
Not for me.
Why didn't anybody ever change for me?
What?
My ma, my dad, you.
It's not like that, Eds.
How many times you been
to rehab 'cause of a judge?
- I don't know. It doesn't matter.
- Six times.
Okay. Six times.
How many times have you been 'cause of me?
The last time I went to rehab,
it was, like, day five, or something.
I got over being sick enough,
so they took us on this boat
to, like, talk about what made us
take that first drink
or oxy or whatever.
I was getting ready for my turn.
I don't even remember
what I was gonna say,
but then I had this,
like, insane, um What'd they call it?
Moment of clarity.
And I said, "I gotta get off
this boat and get to Edie
and tell her I'm gonna be clean
and it's all gonna be better."
And then I jumped.
I heard 'em all freaking out.
Turns out I wasn't healthy enough
to swim a mile and a half
in ice cold water in March.
When I was under there
Drowning or dying or whatever
You know how they say
your life flashes before your eyes?
Well, all I saw was you.
Because you're my life.
I did everything you said.
I got clean. I stayed away from you
even though it fucked me up every day.
I tried to get jobs but
It's like you asked me
to be this whole new thing.
This whole new person
I ain't ever been before.
That we'd never been before.
And I'm just supposed
to know how to do it.
And then I'm supposed
to do it without you?
Why couldn't you just try it with me?
You know?
Why couldn't we just do it together?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Can we go?
I don't want your dad to see me cry.
What?
I'm pregnant.
Fuck off.
- It's mine?
- Fuck off.
And I don't even know why I'm telling you
or what it means or
- Why you're telling me?
- Really
I'm just saying
this can't change anything.
- This changes everything, Edie.
- No. John.
Everything.
- It's a family.
- John, I don't
That's not a thing I think we can be.
It's what we are already. A family.
You and me. It's just bigger.
A family doesn't rob a casino.
- And no kid should ever have to...
- Then why are you telling me then? Huh?
I don't know.
Because I tell you everything.
Look we love each other.
You know I love you.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I know.
I just wish you'd stop.
Yeah, right. You just wish you could stop.
- What are you doing?
- I'm listening for it.
It? It doesn't work like that.
- You don't know.
- I do.
You don't know.
You don't know.
John?
John?
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Where were you? All your stuff was gone.
It's in the vents. I don't trust
those fucking maids. Do you? Fuck that.
Um
Okay. We gotta meet the,
uh, chaperone guy soon. So
Sorry it got a little
fucked up in my pocket.
Looked fancier when the lady
made it with a bow and shit.
Don't say nothing about the money.
I only used the money
that we won at the racetrack.
It's a baby. A gold baby.
- Mm-hmm.
- All gold all the way through, she said.
Don't say thank you or nothing.
I wasn't gonna.
You love it.
It's a thank you for, you know
I save your life
and I get a gold baby?
We get a baby.
Okay. We should, uh
We should go. You ready for this?
I'm ready for all of it.
And we're back
at the Mid-Central
Spring Showdown Poker Series.
Two players battle
for $3 million in prize money
and a brand new Dodge Charger Scat Pack.
And the flop comes.
Two, five, six.
Player leads off with 900.
Oh, my, he cold called.
Thomas, let's see our turn card. And it's
Yeah, baby.
I heard you loud and clear
the first time. No gambling.
- I love you.
- Love you too.
Killing me, Josh.
I thought we were friends, man.
Here is our river.
- I fucking love you, baby!
- I'm gonna fuck your brains out!
Ha! Yes! Yes! Yes! Whoo-hoo!
I've seen enough.
Hey. Bitch.
Fuck's sake.
Still feeling strong, bro?
Don't you think we should
take this outside, guys?
We should take this outside.
We got a situation in the north wing.
Hey. Hey. Hey!
Hey! Break it up!
Glass me, bitch? Huh?
Call for backup.
I'ma need backup in here
Jump out of the car.
Step out of the car!
Shut the car off.
- Get out now!
- Shut the car off!
Go get 'em, baby.
Cut the power!
Shit.
Get out of the car!
Do it now!
Backwards it is.
Jesus Christ.
What are you doing? Not in the casino.
Move! Get out of the way!
Think you could've pulled up
on the right hand a bit?
They didn't pay me enough
to pull back.
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car. Now!
Bulletproof.
She's headed for the loading dock.
Close the gate.
I got it.
She's coming to you.
There you are, Perm.
Jesus.
- Pull over.
- Fuck.
- I'm trying to help you, dummy.
- Pull over now!
Get the fuck out of the way.
I'm Perm Walters.
Where are you, John?
There you are.
Shit.
John!
John!
John. Come on. Please.
John. No, please.
John. John! John, wake up!
John. John. Come on. Please. Come on.
John. Come on.
Come on.
Where's my money, Perm?
And why can't you just get your own jobs?
I could but the best ones are the ones
where somebody already did the hard part.
How you find me though?
I know I swept that car for bugs
for about the last hour.
You're not gonna find it, Edie.
I hid that car and the money somewhere
where your ass ain't goin' never
Shit.
Hid it really close by, I guess.
You wanna make this easy?
You win some, you lose some.
Isn't that what you do real good? Lose?
John, what the fuck happened to your face?
Ain't nobody every tell you it's rude
to point out other people's flaws?
Oh, I like that, man.
You use my own shit against me.
But look, a man knows when he's cooked.
Edie!
What the fuck?
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Sorry.
What's the occasion now, bitch?
Seriously?
- What?
- I look like this
- and you throw it in my face?
- Such a big baby.
- Just a big baby.
- Yeah. Snack.
Hey. How long before we can have another?
Like, medically?
- Medically?
- Yeah.
Wh What does that even mean?
You know what it means.
I'm worried we can't afford the first one.
You're thinking about having a second?
Hey, hey, hey. It's my turn to worry
about all that stuff now, okay?
I got this.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Let's get this money to Gary's.
When you're wrong, you are wrong.
I might owe you an apology.
Sorry, Gary.
Get in the car, babe.
Baby, get in the car.
- What did you do?
- Baby, get in the car.
What did you do?
Edie, we have to go. Now.
This is our shot. The one we never had.
We can start over.
Edie, I can change.
For you. For our family.
- Why? Wh Why?
- Why?
I did it for us. For our family.
Three million dollars.
That's enough to disappear.
Edie, it's gonna be okay.
It's me and you. We'll
We'll
Fuck.
Fuck.
Okay. Okay.
We'll We'll just take it back, right?
Hey. He'll be happy just to
I mean, all this money?
He always liked you, right?
That motherfucker always had a soft spot
for you, so you'll You'll just, um
I'm sorry.
What the fuck is wrong with me!
Okay.
Hey, hey. Hey.
It's okay. It's okay.
Okay.
We're written in the stars.
With the sun and the moon.
We always come back. We always come back.
All right. A little dark in there
so watch your step.
Watch my step? Been watching these steps
for 30 fucking years, Georgie.
All right. Are you hungry?
I left a rotisserie chicken in the fridge
we can pick at.
How many times you gonna
fucking eat tonight?
Step outside, Georgie.
You want some tea?
You did the right thing.
The right thing?
The best thing. For you.
And for John.
You know what I was gonna do to him.
I'm assuming you didn't know
George put Perm on the job.
Not until now.
Seeing as there was no point
in boosting the job for me,
seeing as I wasn't gonna get a cut.
Maybe I did.
Georgie has been
stealing from me for years.
I stopped counting how many How much
But he loves me. Georgie.
He loved me more than any woman
or any wife I've ever had.
Since we were kids.
And he could never help himself.
He could never distinguish
those two things that were contradictory.
Loving me and stealing from me.
That was Georgie.
I guess I needed to always know
that there was
someone around that would love me
the way he loved me.
And now what?
Who's gonna do that now?
How many bathrooms do you have?
How many bathrooms I have? Two.
But the one upstairs,
the toilet is broken.
Get it fixed.
Get it fixed?
Why you obsessed with my toilet?
All through foster care, even, uh
Even before then Before my ma
Every house I lived in
Some of those shitholes had,
like, six people living in 'em.
Every house only had one bathroom.
Someone always pounded on the door
On the toilet while you're in the shower.
And one day I was with my ma and we were
driving in a neighborhood like this
Uh I had to go. Like, go.
And, uh, my ma just knocked
on some lady's door.
I was horrified.
She let us in, the lady that lived there.
She said to use the upstairs bathroom
'cause the downstairs one was messy.
That meant she had two bathrooms.
Anyway, I just stayed in there for ages.
No one was pounding on the door.
Later, my ma told me the lady lived alone.
After that, anytime anyone asked me
what I wanted when I grew up,
I said a house with two bathrooms.
In my fantasies or whatever,
the second bathroom would be for J
Would be for John.
So he could keep his messy.
I could keep mine nice.
I'm still gonna get that house.
Get your bathroom fixed.
Take 10% for your troubles.
I already did. And it's more like 20.
Eenie Meanie.
Always cleaning up everybody's messes.
Not anymore.
Hey, Georgie? Come in here.
Hey, did you water the tree?
Bitch. I think your
Charlie-Brown-Peanuts-ass tree is dead.
Hey, I love that
Charlie-Brown-Peanuts-ass tree.
Yeah. And since you begged for it,
you should water it.
I got food to deal with.
Hi! Oh, that better be chocolate.
Fifty percent of the time
- it is not chocolate.
- Do you have chocolate all over your face?
Come on in.
Oh, who's that?
Gosh, thanks for coming.
Hey.
Oh, yes, please. I will
Hi.
John Jr!
You have three new
voice messages. First message.
Edie, where the hell are you?
It's 1:00 a.m. and your mother is
making an ass of herself. So you need
- Hey. Where you going? I said we're not...
- I need five minutes. No.
- Kat, we're leaving. Fuck.
- Oh, come on. Five minutes.
Edie, move your ass.
Next message.
No. What are you d No,
don't serve her. Don't serve her another
Jesus Christ, man.
She's shit-hammered already.
- Oh, shut up.
- What the fuck?
Edie, seriously. Get down here.
Next message.
If you fell asleep
with your goddamn headphones on,
I swear to God, I'm gonna lose my shit.
Pick up the phone. What the hell is
What the fuck are you looking at?
Was I talking to you?
- Yeah, boy. Keep walking.
- Nobody's hitting on your girl.
Nice shirt, you fucking
Ricky Martin wannabe motherfucker.
- You see me going anywhere?
- Who you think you talking to?
- I'm right here.
- You want trouble, you found it.
Mark, don't God. Oh, my...
I worked last week. It's my money.
Oh, great, yeah. One week.
You worked one week. Oh, you know what?
How is it that you get to spend
all your work money on your bullshit,
when I give everything I make
to you and Edie?
I'm not taking you back to that shithole.
- Who the fuck was that guy in there?
- It was Chico.
- Chico? Who's Chico?
- No, uh, Rich, or
- Ri Rich? Rich Pacheco?
- Whatever.
That was Rich Pache The jagoff
that robbed the Sevs with a butter knife?
- He's harmless.
- No, he tried to kill a cashier.
But he didn't.
Because he used a fucking butter knife.
Which makes him an idiot.
- Stop socializing with stupid junkies.
- Okay.
- That's crazy.
- "Junkies."
Thought he was in jail.
You know, I didn't ask you to police me.
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Fine.
- Jesus Christ already.
Thank you for filling in for my dead dad.
'Cause I was really missing
having someone up my ass 24-7.
Well, obviously
it didn't work the first time.
And what makes you think
it's gonna work now, hmm?
Are you even
What a pain in the ass.
- Guys.
- What?
Fuck!
- What do I do? What do I do?
- No, no, no. No. It's fine, honey.
- Just calm down.
- It's not fucking fine.
No, we'll just let's just
tell him that we've been drinking.
- She's 14.
- Yeah, he'll think we're being smart.
Shut it, Kat.
Hey, Edie, Edie, do not pull over.
I'm pulling over.
Edie! Do not fucking pull over.
Oh, my God.
Okay, you know what? I'm gonna
hide it. That's what I'm gonna do.
- Shut it, Kat. Edie. Look at me.
- I'm just gonna...
Look at me.
Your mom has a shit ton of coke on her.
She bought a bunch of coke
from Rich fucking Pacheco,
and if you don't get us out of here
right now...
Okay, you know what? You're overreact...
You... You don't think he's gonna
pull us out of the car? Huh?
When he finds out that she's fucking 14?
Edie, if you don't get us the fuck out of
here right now, your ma is going to jail.
- Mark.
- It's your third strike, babe.
Edie. Look at me.
It's okay.
Now.
Just like I taught ya.
Punch it.
Hey!
I gotta go!
- What? No, no, no, no, no. Fifteen.
- Come on!
- Fifteen more minutes.
- I've got work in, like seven hours.
So? It's my birthday.
Yo ass used to be fun.
Oh, come on. I still have to study.
Tori's gonna stay. She's fun.
Oh, no. No, no, no. Tori is too fun.
Look, I got a 2:00 a.m. last call
with that crazy-ass bitch.
So, no, I'm good. Yeah.
Okay, yes. Stay away from her.
- Yeah. I'm good.
- Thank you.
No, no, no. You don't have to do
I know how tight your shit is right now.
Oh, no. It's your birthday. You're not
paying on your birthday. Come on.
- Declined.
- Shit!
It's fine. It's fine.
My tuition probably went through.
- I got you.
- Uh.
No, no, no.
Thank you, thank you, but we're good.
You gonna let your friend pay
on her birthday?
- Oh...
- You can pay me back with your number.
She said we're good.
Why you stoppin' me from
blessin' your girl's life?
Yo breath. Oh, my God.
You done cleared my damn sinuses.
Mmm, yeah, okay.
Wow. He's still here. He has confidence.
He doesn't have a mint.
I'm sorry.
She's really mean. I'm sorry.
You don't look sorry.
- I-I'll try. I'll try. I'll try.
- Get you a mint. Get you a mint, boo.
Bye, Doug.
- You doing too much.
- Yeah.
School, work,
studyin' in the middle of the night.
- Definitely feels like too much.
- Yeah.
Well, I'm proud of you.
And you still ain't called that bum-ass,
broke-ass motherfucker in, what now?
- Hey. You promised. Come on.
- I ain't promise shit on my birthday.
I could talk shit about that bum-ass
on my birthday.
It's been seven-and-a-half months now, so
That's good. For real.
That's a long-ass time to be with
somebody and then walk away.
I know how hard that shit is.
Ooh, this motherfucker.
Yo, call me.
Oh.
- Well, well, well.
- Ain't you got work?
Standing outside a dealership,
floppin' around.
I'm sorry about her.
You still don't look sorry.
Well, you're not making it very easy, man.
Looking like Jack Skellington and shit.
Goddamn!
You gon' fuck him 'cause of that car.
Huh?
Well
Ugh.
No, no.
Fuck. Fuck.
No, no, no, no, no.
Fuck.
Goddamn. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.
Come on. Come on. Go, go, go!
Okay. Okay.
Uh-uh.
Uh-uh. Fuck!
Fuck!
Sorry, Lisa.
- Morning, Rick.
- Dale told me to shoot if you came in.
- I might ask you to anyway...
- I have to be able to count on you.
I know, I'm sorry.
My car shit the bed again.
Well, then you should consider
purchasing a car that you can count on.
And if that car is unreliable,
may I suggest, once again, a bus pass.
You're absolutely right, Dale.
Sure, Dale's the uncool guy
with the bus pass.
- But, uh, you wanna know what is cool?
- Mmm.
Low carbon emissions.
Yeah, no monthly insurance payments.
Getting to work on time.
Uh, excuse me.
What is the ETA on that filter?
I think your fish is sick, Dale.
Next.
But you reversed the fee last time.
Yeah. Yeah, we did.
We offered you that one-time reversal.
- Do you understand what a fixed budget is?
- I do. I'm on one.
Hands up, motherfuckers.
Everybody, on the ground.
Phones out, now!
Hands up! Back that ass up!
- Phones out!
- You! Gimme your phone! Gimme your phone!
Open it!
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Now!
Open it!
Get over here now!
Get your ass down.
- On the ground.
- Ah, not you.
- Get up. Open the drawer.
- On the floor.
Get your ass on the ground.
Uh-uh. Stay down!
Hey! Get your ass down!
- Let's go. Nice and easy.
- Okay. Okay.
- You idiot! Pick it up!
- I'm sorry.
Get it all in there.
I'm not fucking with you! Pick it up!
Motherfucker!
- Goddamn it! Look what you did.
- That was not supposed to happen!
- You did that shit on purpose!
- Oh, God.
- Look at my face! Dumb bitch!
- I swear! It must've been broken!
Look what you did to me!
Look what you did to my face!
You're fucking lying to me, you bitch.
- Goddamn it!
- That's not supposed to happen.
Look what you did!
You did this shit on purpose!
No fractures, no concussion.
Everyone okay at the bank?
Far as I know. Security guard broke
an orbital bone, but, otherwise
Oh, and they got caught. The robbers.
Yeah, I figured. They made, like, five
mistakes before they even hit the drawers.
Sounds like
your bank must get robbed a lot
for you to be so educated on the subject.
Employee training simulations
and all that.
Okay. Couple more tests
before we can think about
throwing you back out on the street,
considering the pregnancy.
"The pregnancy"? What pregnancy?
Your pregnancy.
We run blood work in the case where you
might be pregnant, among other things,
and, yeah, you're pregnant.
So, you lied to me.
Hey, man. I just got pistol-whipped
and found out I'm pregnant.
Give me a break.
Three and a half months, though? Really?
I have a history of skipping periods,
I've been stressed like crazy lately.
- I don't...
- You see that stuff on TV
about those obese people
that have no idea that they're pregnant?
So, yeah, that does happen.
Look, it's gonna be all right.
There's worse shit than this.
Should I tell him?
John?
- Yeah, well...
- Whoa, are you kidding me with this shit?
No, but, like,
why would you even say that?
Well, if it was reversed...
If it was reversed, you would have to
go save that baby from that motherfucker
'cause he's a goddamn garbage fire.
And a criminal.
I was no sweetheart either, Baby.
- You were a kid, Edie.
- Yeah, so was he.
And a lot of things we did,
they were my choices too.
After getting dumped into
one shitty foster home after another,
with one shitty dad after another,
- he was the only one...
- Whoa, whoa.
Those pieces of shit don't excuse
the shit that John put you through.
You don't know the things that I did.
And I don't need to.
I know who you are now. And what the fuck
we been doing for the last year, huh?
Like, busting our ass, for what?
I don't know.
Whatever you decide to do with this baby,
you got folks that got your back.
We will figure it out
without that motherfucker.
We can raise funds or something.
Yeah, maybe we could GoFundMe my abortion.
Hell yeah. Put that shit on Facebook.
What you mean?
- I know my aunties, they'll hook you up.
- Baby Girl.
What, Teenie-weenie-peenie?
The fuck you want?
I don't wanna get you fired.
Oh, I ain't never getting fired.
Yeah, he sent me a dick pic
on accident once.
He knows I'll send that shit to corporate
if he ever tries to fuck with me,
so, I'm good.
Oh, you coming by later?
Ugh, I have my fucking test tomorrow.
I just wanna get it over with.
Okay. But do not call that motherfucker.
- I won't.
- Baby Girl?
I'm coming.
- Bye, boo.
- Bye.
What? Damn. I'm here. Okay.
Shit.
John?
John?
- Where is Leo, John? Where is he?
- Come on, John.
- I told you. I don't know where he is.
- I'm getting bored, John.
If I get any more bored,
I'm gonna break your fucking head.
- You know what I'm talking about.
- Ow!
- I told you I don't know where he is!
- Punch him right in the face.
Fuck that little piece of shit!
Fuck!
Aw, geez.
Look at your face. Fuck.
Tell us what you did with Leo, John.
Yeah, we don't wanna kill you today.
It's my son's birthday.
Hey!
John, the fuck are you doing?
Come on! Fuck!
What the fuck did you do?
Tell me what you did!
- Yo! This way! This way! This way!
- Damn it!
White trash, you still owe me 20.
I'll pay you back!
Tell me what you did!
Fuck. John. Where are you going?
Ow.
It was already open.
John, whose place is this?
John, whose place is this? John!
- Sweetie's.
- Who the fuck is Sweetie?
- John! John!
- These work.
John, who the fuck is after us? John.
Shit! Jesus!
Who the fuck are you?
We're friends of Sweetie.
Sweetie said I could borrow his gun.
- And Sweetie said...
- Oh, you talking about this gun?
This my gun now.
And Sweetie ain't around here no more.
But this is all Sweetie's stuff.
No. This Byron's stuff.
Byron's gun, Byron's apartment.
And why do you have on my shorts?
That's my after-shower shit, man.
Byron, just call Sweetie.
He'll tell you he knows me.
- Pretty sure Sweetie's dead, John.
- What?
- Who the fuck are they?
- These Sweetie's friends.
Sweetie ain't here no mores.
Now, who the fuck is that?
Hey, Byron, Byron. Look at me.
They're after us, they have guns,
they're very dangerous.
Hey! They in here!
- Shit. Shit!
- Byron, we can work this out.
- You got money?
- Uh, we do. We can get it after.
Nah, man. Fuck your "after."
- Sh Hold this, baby.
- No, hey... Byron, don't do...
These motherfuckers got money?
They want
Hey, hold the fuck up.
I know you motherfuckers ain't
knockin' on my goddamn door like that.
What the f...
Oh, fuck. What the shit?
John! John!
John! Listen to me.
Bust ass to the back bedroom now.
- No, no, no, no.
- Go, go, go, go. What the fuck?
Go, go, go.
Fuck it.
What the fuck did you do? Who's Leo?
Let's fucking go!
Go, go, go, go!
Where's your car?
I don't have my car. I took the bus.
- Shit.
- Yeah.
Hold up.
Throw me the keys.
Get in.
Oh, shit!
What the...
Yeah, baby! Yeah!
Whoo!
Edie! No, no, no, no, no, no.
Shit.
No way out. No way out.
I got it. I got it.
Go, go, go, go!
Edie. Edie! Car, car, car!
Oh, shit!
Shut the fuck up!
Go!
Wait, no. On your left.
- What are they doing?
- Go.
Shit.
He's coming up this road.
Go, go, go, go, go.
- What crazy shit are you about to do?
- This crazy shit.
Bitch, I'm from Cleveland!
Tell me you don't miss that.
What did you do?
Huh? Oh. Okay. Hey.
Slow down.
It's just a misunderstanding.
What was I thinking coming to see you?
I step back into your life
for five seconds. Five seconds.
- You know what?
- What?
- This is not my problem.
- What do you mean?
- What are you talking about?
- It's not my problem.
- Come on. What are you...
- Bye.
Edie, hold on. Can we just
Can we just talk about this for a second?
Edie. Edie.
Hey! Come on, Edie.
You can't leave me here.
I ain't got no clothes.
Tell me what you did!
Hold on.
- Tell me what you did!
- Don't. Come on, don't be crazy.
Okay! I'll show you, okay? I'll show you.
- Jesus Christ.
- Just stop already.
You're making judgments
and you don't know nothing.
We're at a rat-fucked warehouse
in the middle of fuck-nowhere.
What, I'm supposed to expect
there's Christmas presents in there?
Baskets full of puppies?
Oh, fuck yeah, Sweetie.
That's a person-sized box.
Please tell me there is not a person
in that goddamn person-sized box.
- Leo.
- Yeah, it's a fucking person. Fuck!
- Leo.
- He's dead, isn't he?
He's not... Oh, shit. You know what?
- Jesus Christ!
- Uh,
I think he might've
rolled over in the night.
- No, it's fine.
- He can't breathe in there!
No, I poked holes.
I just think he might've covered 'em up
when he rolled over.
For fuck's sake.
Leo. Leo, wake up.
No, that's it. Good luck with
your dead body, you fucking dingdong.
Jesus Christ. He puts holes in the box
like he's a goddamn turtle.
Don't do this to me right now, you piece
of shit. Wake up. Don't do this. Leo!
He's alive! Edie, he's alive!
- What the fuck?
- Fuck you. Fuck you, John.
He's alive.
We're good.
He's a card counter.
Player. Card player.
- Nico calls you "card counter," so...
- Wait, this is Nico's guy?
What the fuck, John? Are you serious?
I told him.
I told him I can't play for anybody else.
It was one game on an Indian reservation.
No one was even gonna know.
What are you not getting about this?
- All you had to do was play one game.
- Nico would fucking kill me!
Shut the fuck up!
Just tell me exactly what happened.
Uh, fine. Okay.
So, uh, we hooked up for drinks.
Right? He has a few. I have a few.
And then I proposed a thing
about a game I had heard about.
And I told you,
"I can't because I work for Nico."
He made me do cocaine.
My wife would kill me if she knew
I did cocaine. She'd divorce me.
Oh, please. I didn't hear you argue.
Why would I argue?
Who doesn't love cocaine?
And then he hit me
because I wouldn't take the job.
I apologized,
and then I offered you a ride home.
But you didn't.
You put me in this fucking box.
I almost died.
He was gonna call Nico, Eds.
And I poked holes in the box, by the way.
Oh, like a fucking hamster?
Maybe you are a fucking hamster.
What does that even mean?
Eds, wait. Hold on. Wait, E-Edie, come on.
Would you just wait up for a second?
Take him back to Nico.
Edie, come on. You know we can't do that.
What "we"? I ain't doin' shit.
Oh, God.
You guys are gonna talk about
fucking killing me,
and then you're gonna kill me.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
- Shut up!
- Shut up!
Can we just, like,
think this through for a second?
Yeah, 'cause that's your strong suit,
"thinking things through."
Bring him back alive.
Apologize to that jagoff.
Apologize to Nico. That is your only shot.
You don't have to do this, you know?
Where are you taking me?
Back to Nico.
And why would I believe that
after he put me in a fucking box?
I apologized for that.
John, Leo, you're both
gonna tell Nico it was a mistake.
You got fucked up
and did some stupid shit.
You know, boys being boys or whatever.
And tell me, why would I do that?
Your wife won't find out you did cocaine.
'Kay?
Do you have any more of that cocaine?
No.
I need something to eat.
Totally acceptable. We're happy to stop.
I think there's a burger joint
right up the street.
I'm a vegetarian.
- Jesus. Figures.
- John. John, I swear to God.
Whatever you want, Leo. Our treat.
I'd like a falafel.
Fucking falafel.
There's a place I like on Court Street.
- It's just up a few blocks.
- Okay, fuck that.
We're going to the burger place.
You could get fries, or whatever isn't
fucking cow or pig or whatever.
Okay, Gandhi?
I got money. I got it.
Hey, hey!
Just go.
What up, gangster?
Hey.
What are you doing?
You can't put
what that vegan piece of shit did on me.
Would you just stop?
We can figure this out.
I ain't figurin' shit.
I am done cleaning up your messes.
You're a living shit show, John.
You're the fucking Hiroshima
and the 9/11 of fucking human beings.
Hey, don't say stuff you'll regret.
Regret is all I have.
I regret every second of every minute
I walked back into your life.
Take it back. You don't mean it.
Oh, yes, I do mean it!
And if I had a time machine,
I'd hit the button that said,
"The day before you met
John's stupid fucking ass!"
That would not be a button.
What?
Eenie Meanie.
You remember who came up with
that name for you?
You still there?
Who is it?
You, Nico. It was you.
I was always proud of that one.
Not that it wasn't right there.
"Edith Meaney." "Eenie Meanie."
So small behind the wheel of a car,
but you were always so
Mean.
Like a dog with his balls cut.
Dogs are meaner with their balls.
Always the smartest one in the room,
weren't you?
Unfortunately, you weren't smart enough
to stay away from John.
And let's not pretend
he's not there with you.
The store in an hour.
What'd he say?
Hey. Ow! Hey. What the fuck?
Ow! St... Cut it out! What the fuck?
What?
John. You're gonna keep your mouth shut
in there, all right?
You're gonna let me do the talking.
Do you hear me?
- Do you?
- Yeah, I got it.
I'ma grab a snack.
No you're not. Hey.
Put that down, or I'm gonna jump
behind that register and grab the shotgun.
I already opened it.
Do you have any money?
I know, but if the doctor calls,
it's good or bad news, I could just...
What do you mean good or bad
You think it's gonna be bad news?
Well, I I worded it wrong. Look,
you're gonna make yourself sick, okay?
Hey. Sit down.
- Nic, you work too much
- What?
and you make yourself sick,
where's that gonna leave me?
Less fortunate.
- That's not
- What?
That's not what I'm saying here.
I'm trying...
If the doctor calls,
I'm gonna take the call myself.
- All right.
- Is it off silent?
The kid out front,
he set it to ring and buzz.
The kid outs Why can't you s
Forget about it. Forget I asked.
- Hey. My girl.
- Nico.
Long time.
No offense, but I was hoping for longer.
Well, how long has it been?
Oh, it's that museum thing, right?
- Five, six years?
- Seven.
That one went south, didn't it?
I put that scrub on the job.
What was his name?
- Mitts.
- Yeah, Mitts.
Big hands, right? Basketball player.
- Catcher. Baseball.
- Cat Catcher.
People thought he had a shot at going pro.
Oh. I guess he never got a shot at
going pro, did he, Edith?
Eenie Meanie.
Always cleaning up everybody's messes.
Are those for everybody?
Hey! The fuck you doing?
Did I offer you a fucking piece of candy?
- You gotta be careful, Nic.
- Tell me about it.
You're gonna have a stroke,
where does that leave me?
- Like I said, less fortunate.
- That's not fair.
Georgie worries about me.
Wants me to exercise.
He wants me to take care of that thing.
What is it?
Gut health. Probiotics.
Probiotics.
I think I read something about that.
Oh. We got a reader over here.
Bobby Book Club.
The only thing you've ever read
in your miserable life
is a prescription on the side of a bottle
that you stole out of some guy's car,
you miserable junkie bum fuck.
Could you get to
the fucking point here, please?
Oh, excuse me.
Did this, uh, unemployable dick nugget
Did he tell you about
his last masterpiece he painted?
- It wasn't my fault.
- Hey, what the fuck are you saying to me?
- It wasn't your fault.
- Nothing. S-Sorry.
I gave you one simple direction.
What was it?
Not a fucking sound.
- But it wasn't my fault.
- It wasn't your fucking fault?
You went up there, the house was dark.
- Open the door. Do it quick.
- All right. Okay.
Don't fuck with us, honky.
Honky? You're white too.
Don't tell him that.
I'm trying to throw him off the scent.
He can see your hands.
- What did I tell you?
- Case the house first.
Case the fucking house first!
Surprise!
Oh, shit.
You fucking ass You motherfucker!
How much money
did Leo make for us last year?
- 6, 7 hundred thousand, give or take.
- 6, 7 hundred thousand.
You know why I like that money?
Because it had no risk.
Prostitution, drugs? High risk.
But a guy who counts cards
and wins a little bit like Leo?
What's the worst that can happen?
Eh, someone gets the unfortunate job of
scraping his brains off the street.
That's the worst. But here's the thing.
A guy like Leo, a counter,
they do tend to burn out, right?
- Right.
- So?
Leo had, what,
three or four years left with us?
Give or take.
What kinda projected earnings lost
in that period of time
because of this unemployable motherfucker?
I like to round up, so, $3 million.
- Give or take.
- Give or take.
$3 million.
But I got some good news for you,
Johnny boy.
It just so happens there's gonna be
a casino poker tournament
in just a few days in Toledo.
And you know what the prize money is for
For the winner of
that particular tournament?
Three million dollars.
Three million dollars.
Neither of us are card players, Nico.
I'm a card player.
No, you're fucking not.
I don't need a card player.
I need a driver.
You wanna steal it?
It's more fun than that.
The three million dollars is given to
the winner of that particular tournament,
and it's gonna be put into
the trunk of a brand-new
Uh, the car is still TBD.
What's a TBD?
Uh, to-to be determined.
Oh. A brand-new to-be-determined car.
You're our getaway driver. All you gotta
do is get in the car and get away.
Get Perm Walters to do it.
He's your guy now, right?
Perm Walters does not owe me
three million dollars.
Since I mostly worked for you
all those years ago,
you know better than anyone
that I don't do that anymore.
So unfortunately,
I'm gonna have to decline.
She's declining. Perfectly acceptable.
- Eh.
- Yeah.
I mean, she did a lot of good work for us
- in the past.
- She did.
- Never failed us.
- Never did.
You know, in fact,
if anything, I failed her.
- No.
- Yeah.
So, when I did, what did I do?
What did I do? I let you go clean, right?
And why?
Why?
'Cause you're an honorable guy, Nico.
Honorable Guy Nico.
You had no problem letting a 15-year-old
girl play getaway driver for scumbags.
I don't know if we should be tossing
around the word "honorable" right now.
That's fair, Edith. That's very fair.
Well thanks for hearing me out.
Johnny boy,
if you don't have my three million dollars
by next Friday,
I'm gonna have your skeleton pulled out
through your skin
by a Haitian guy who does it
at a very fair price.
- What's his name?
- Tim.
Haitian Tim.
Oh, you're still there.
Yo, Edie, hold up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't have a heart attack!
Yo.
- So what are we doing?
- What do you mean?
Oh, what Nico said. You heard him.
He's got, like, two guys on the inside.
Got that thing figured out.
We do that shit in our sleep.
Come on. You know we've done harder.
Yeah, but what the fuck
do I get out of it, huh?
A chance to get arrested, shot again?
Are you Are you serious? You get
You get me being alive out of it, Edie.
You get me.
Come on. Really, John? What
- Are you just gonna let this happen to me?
- You asked for this shit to happen to you.
I bailed you out a lot of times.
Come on, John. How many times
are you gonna throw that in my face.
Are you serious?
Do you know what I've been doing
since we broke up?
- Look, we didn't break up. It's a break.
- Eight months is not a break, John.
For the last eight months, I've been
going to work and going to school
and trying to get as far away
from this shit as I can.
Oh, oh, really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure
you came to my house
three months ago and today.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Maybe that's because
I still keep punishing myself.
Oh, okay.
So I'm like a punishment for you.
Well, it always works out that way.
Maybe it's because I keep thinking
that whatever happened to me,
whatever light bulb that
went on that said,
"You gotta grow up
and maybe try for something,"
that it would happen for you too.
It never does.
What are you gonna do?
- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know. Maybe run.
Oh, come on.
You run, and the next thing you know,
you're hanging upside down by your asshole
'cause you came back for a pack of
cigarettes or something stupid.
Nico's got nothing better to do
than to track down and kill people
he has personal grievances with, okay?
I gotta go, John. I gotta
I gotta go.
We're written in the stars, Eds,
with the sun and the moon
and every fucking thing else up there.
The earth spins, but we're always there
when it comes back around.
We always come back around, Eds.
Oh, shit.
Hey, brother. Can I bum a smoke, please?
Pl Just one.
Shit.
What?
I'm gonna need a car.
I got that guy on 105.
Yeah, see what you can get with Hold on.
How much money can I spend?
You know, uh I could think of a few
things we could do to make a deal.
Come on, Stilts. I'm offering way more
than it's worth. Let's be real.
Look, I didn't give you my number
'cause I'm some car dealer.
Oh, shit. You should go.
I need you to take the baby.
It ain't my day, Deena.
Look, I got a hair appointment
last minute.
Since you ain't paid child support in
four months, you taking this motherfucker.
Look, don't make me have to
tell the judge. Who is this?
It's a business conversation.
Business, my ass. What does she want?
- That's none of your bus
- To buy his car.
How much?
- Do not
- Forty.
Oh, you taking that shit.
I know I speak for me and the fucking
judge when I say you are taking that shit.
Did you sleep with him?
What? No.
Did you sleep with anyone?
Since me, I mean.
Are you fucking serious right now?
It's not a no. Ugh. I'm fucking sick.
That's what you're thinking about right
now? Me having sex with other people?
- Don't say it. Don't say it like that.
- You're the one saying it.
I know, but now I'm picturing it
'cause of the way you said it.
Something is sick in your brain.
- Oh, like you don't think about it.
- You having sex with other girls? No.
Yeah, you do.
You need help. You need help.
You're not normal.
It's totally a normal thing.
I'm way more "normaler"
than you are in this.
You know what, shut the fuck up, Satan.
You know what I'd do though,
if I ever found out who?
Yeah, yeah,
you'd stick his dick through his face
or kick his heart up his ass or
- You've seen me do it.
- Yeah, I've seen it.
And I happen to remember you
in the emergency room
because Jimmy Pettrinelli knocked you out.
You know, he was a wrestler by the way.
He did that pussy-ass shit,
and then my head hit the pavement.
Yeah, I'm just Yeah.
God, now it's in my head.
Now I'm picturing you and Jimmy Pettrin
Why would you say his name?
Hey!
I'm not spending the next week
relitigating our shit with you.
The fuck is relitigating?
How the fuck you been to court a hundred
times and not know what litigate means?
Okay, all right. I know you're like
a hot-shit college girl now,
but the rest of us still live here
on planet Earth.
We're sharing a hotel room though, right?
What? It's a good value.
Oh, my God.
Hey. Hey.
What time is it?
We're early.
We can get beers.
I bet they have a pool table.
Nico's guy's gonna be here
in less than an hour.
Can you just once lay low?
Come on, we can make a few bucks.
You're just mad 'cause it's the one thing
I'm better at than you.
She's gonna meet us there later.
Man, get yo ass out here.
You coming?
Come on.
I'm next.
No.
I'm next.
John,
can you get me another drink, please?
Fuck's sake.
- Come here, motherfu...
- Enough!
Which one's yours?
Get the fuck off me. Get off me!
That one.
You two comedians, hit bricks.
Oh, shit. We have a Yankee fan.
Come here, man. Come here.
Have a good day.
Let me Let me see that.
L-Let me see that hat so we can burn it.
Now get the fuck out. Go.
John, say sorry to Gary.
Sorry, Gary.
Okay.
Are we all ready to act like professionals
and go to work?
Sorry, my wife got me on
this meal delivery thing.
She thinks if someone could be
as handsome as Tom Brady,
that he can be a great chef too.
But she was wrong.
Anybody want any pancakes
made out of sand?
All right, Cole. Introduce yourself
like we in recovery.
Cole, Head of Security at the casino,
and I am in recovery.
So if anybody wants this beer
Oh, yeah. I'll take it.
My glass smells like dog water.
- Sorry, Gary.
- Fuck off.
Okay, what are we up against on the day?
A lot of off-duty cops being brought in,
and that's not including
the two dozen already on security.
The money'll be secured in a prize car
just before the end of the tournament.
When they get a hunch the final game
is wrapping up,
security rolls it out from the vault
and feeds it into the trunk.
Three guys move the payload, three cops
securing the perimeter around the car,
six stationed outside, four in cruisers.
What kind of car?
- The prize?
- Yeah.
Kenny. Special events for the casino.
Dodge Charger Scat Pack.
Fast. Zero to 60 in 4.2. Manual.
Manual?
It's like they wanted someone to steal it.
Why do you think I picked it?
First bump,
outside of all the cops and/or security
is that they can't legally have gas
in it while it's on the floor.
Well, that's a problem
since it runs on gas.
Yeah, I fucked up on that one.
So we create a problem for this car.
Take it in the shop, rig the entire car
to our needs and send it back in.
Or we switch it out
with one we start rigging tonight.
Can we get an identical car?
Yeah. I know the dealer. I work with him
all the time. Massive piece of shit.
All right, we can talk specs
about the car later.
What do we need the car to do exactly?
How far from the display to the door?
I'm more worried
about the crowd than the cops.
Meaning, you'd like to avoid hitting
innocent people on the way out?
I would.
You won't be able to go through the front
entrance without doing a lot of damage
to the car and maybe a lot of people.
I'm assuming
you have an alternative?
The way the car came in
from the back.
She doesn't love it.
It's a much more complicated
drive out of that place.
Good news. Less security at that exit,
and who will be there
won't be expecting us.
What about guns?
And what about 'em?
Will we be supplied them?
I don't love that this is one
of your first questions, John.
A lot of the guys
on security are my friends.
Not on the day, they ain't.
I know Nico would say the same.
Hey, if shit's a summer breeze,
shit's a summer breeze.
Obviously that's what I prefer.
- But that person right there
- John.
that's my whole world.
And if someone tries
to take that away from me,
and shit goes from summer breeze
to wild wild west real quick,
well, ride 'em, fucking cowboy.
Okay, what else we got?
We got you road maps of every in
and out from here to New York.
Traffic will be a little busier
because of the event,
but I'm guessing it'll be manageable
at that hour of day.
Nico checked in
with his construction guys.
Won't be any roadwork planned
that day to make things funny for us.
Unless we want 'em to be funny.
All you gotta do is say the word.
Anything else you need on the outside?
- Just road.
- I can dig some up for you.
- I'll give you a call later.
- All right, man. I appreciate it.
Yeah.
Yeah, man. Get some sleep.
- Homeboy's gotta piss.
- Mmm. You got two minutes?
Gary, is it cool to use your office?
Long as you don't mind the ladies.
You think Gary likes
Black women with big tits?
There's some small tits too.
Um, how many banks have you robbed, Edie?
You get right to it.
Well, I'm in a room fully furnished
with pornography
with a woman I don't know, so I'd like
to get out of here sooner than later.
Banks. Robbed. How many?
Helped rob. Enough. Too many.
Mmm, 12 banks, three jewelry stores,
a nightclub tycoon's corporate office,
a certain football team owner's
summer home
That was impressive, by the way.
Police helicopter,
live chase all caught on the news,
and yet you are here talking to me.
If you're the Wikipedia
of all the bad shit I ever did,
then why are you even asking?
It's my job to sus out just
exactly who it is that I'm working with.
Am I running this job, or are you?
'Cause I'm confused.
No confusion. It's your job.
One hundred percent.
'Cause, you know, if
if it's you, it's better for me.
You pull it off, you're Mr. Big Shit
with the boss, and if you don't, well
Your boyfriend dies.
- Ex.
- Is he though?
- Hundred percent.
- Okay, because now I'm confused.
Nothing to be confused about.
There is. Most definitely.
Because you've had a 100% success rate
all before you were 25 years old, Edie.
- Not all.
- Oh, right.
And how'd those jobs go? Those, uh
off-the-books jobs?
- They went.
- Right.
Because if they didn't,
I would've heard about it.
And someone who gets talked about
like an urban legend, someone like that
has very picky taste on how things
are done and who they're done with.
Just say it.
Edie, this is the big black tits of me.
I like to think of myself as
uncommonly simple.
When I'm home eating snacks, I bring
a little vacuum cleaner to my chair
and suck up all the popcorn
that falls in my shirt as I eat.
But my favorite thing in the world
is being home
to make my son an egg salad sandwich
and walking him to the school bus stop.
Your son likes egg salad?
His teachers say he's unique.
And his mother's worried.
However, there is something
that is complicating this picture for me
in a way I do not like.
- Your boy is a liability.
- There it is.
I know it. Nico knows it.
Every low-level dope dealer, bookie,
or small-time asshole up and down
the Midwest circuit of assholes knows it.
And so do you.
So I need to talk about John.
Why don't you talk to John yourself?
I thought this was your job.
I, uh I met John when I was 15,
right before I was extricated
from what social workers describe
as a high-profile case.
My high-profile case was that my foster
father, trying to make some extra money
to score some dope, was trying
to sell my ass to some scumbag
in a parking lot of a 7-Eleven.
Don't worry. It didn't happen.
It didn't happen because someone
happened to see a crying girl
trying to escape a car with two men who
very much fit the description of scumbag.
- And that person was John.
- Was John?
And instead of dope, my foster father
and that scumbag were dragged
from that car and beaten within an inch
of their life by a kid who
By a kid who, up until recently, was by
my side for the better part of 15 years.
- That's loyalty.
- Yeah.
Respect that.
I just think maybe your loyalty
to your boyfriend
is threatening your 100% success rate.
Maybe you'll like this.
That job you mentioned,
the one you found so impressive,
that was two police helicopters,
five news helicopters
and eight staties
on our ass by the way.
I guess I have to update the Wikipedia.
You might wanna jot down
that it was John driving that night.
Not me. Because I had two bullets
in my neck and was unconscious.
Thanks to him, I'm sitting here,
like you said, talking to you.
And that's the big black tits of John.
Let's have a good week.
- All good?
- As long as my union rep's taken care of.
Said he's excited about breaking ground
on an in-ground swimming pool.
That fat fuck can swim?
Oops.
Oh, no.
- What are you guys doing?
- What happened?
Come on. You can't do
I can't believe this.
Like I promised, same exact car. Tits to
balls. No one's gonna suspect a thing.
I see you're putting that GED to good use.
You piece of shit. Fuck you, Mikey.
Yeah, twice is enough for me.
I hired her 'cause, you know, she's smart.
- Yeah, you fuck your mom.
- Yeah, whatever.
- Yeah, fuck you.
- What a fucking slut.
Jesus. I'm on a sales call.
Yeah, right.
That guy makes as many car sales
as I make child support payments.
I don't.
Uh, what did I say, huh? Tits to balls.
Tell you what, I'll, uh I'll take
a little something off for you, all right.
Oh, the security cameras,
they have night vision, yeah?
What are you saying?
Ow. You wanna drive in the dark?
She's saying if we switch the cameras to
night vision mode when the lights are on.
We put the cameras in the dark.
So what are we gonna do
about the gas tank?
- I don't know.
- What?
There, it's empty.
All right, well, fuck off. Go get to work.
What is that? Kevlar?
You're dead in the water, homey. Dead.
Whoo-hoo! Go, baby, go!
I'm going to bed.
I don't know if you saw,
but there's a sweet amount of per diem
in these envelopes.
Yeah, I'm still going to bed,
and you should too.
- All right. Whose room?
- That's very funny.
Is that who I think it is?
No fucking way.
Perm Walters.
Edith Meaney. Child.
- Oh, it's been a minute.
- Uh-huh.
I'd like you to meet
my date for the evening. Gloria.
It's an honor.
Pleasure. A thrill.
Now join our little party.
Yeah.
Please.
- So the competition.
- Not anymore. I thought you'd be grateful.
Grateful? For what?
For leaving you with the bulk of the
business. I heard Nico's keeping you busy.
Well, if you feeling entitled
to a thank you, shit, thank you.
And since you ain't working
in the morning, let me get you a drink.
A shot.
- No, thank you.
- Why?
You got some other obligations
requiring you to keep shipshape?
None for me. You?
Nah.
Just here celebrating the purchase
of my girl Gloria's new vehicle.
Ain't that right, baby?
Yeah. My baby's taking care
of me. Vroom.
Oh, shit. Here it come.
I seen them make one of these
on the hotel TV last night.
- Hey, what's this called again?
- A Wildfire.
- Wildfire.
- Wildfire.
Watch this.
- Ooh, shit. It's beautiful.
- Ooh!
All right, Gloria.
Baby, let's blow 'em out.
- Okay.
- There you go.
- Cheers.
- Big sip now, Mama.
- Whoo!
- Damn, that's good.
That's weird.
I thought you'd avoid fire considering
all that shit on your face.
Ain't nobody ever teach you that it's
rude to point out other people flaws?
- Rude.
- I never did get the story.
- What was it? A car accident?
- I don't get in car accidents.
What then?
Let's just say
the cost of doing business.
Which reminds me.
I owe you one. Don't I, John?
Well, we can always
take this outside, Freddy Krueger.
Nobody has a sense of occasion anymore.
Old friends threatening
fisticuffs in nice hotels.
So what is the occasion, Perm?
Only time I seen my pops in a suit
was the day they buried him.
Looking the best he's ever looked
for about an hour or two.
Then they closed that box,
covered it in dirt.
Nothing to celebrate,
except his own death.
So when you ask me
what the occasion, life's the occasion.
Sun up to sun down.
That's the fucking occasion.
They can bury me in my pajamas
when I'm in that box.
Maybe I'll be the reason someone
buys you those pajamas.
Or maybe I'll buy your ass that suit.
- Why is Perm Walters here?
- Here at this hotel?
- Did Nico put him on this?
- He definitely did.
Nico did not put him on this job.
So it's just a coincidence that Nico's
other driver just happens to be here
on the weekend of a job Nico put together?
Maybe he's here for the slots. Maybe he's
here for a Bat Mitzvah. I don't know.
All I do know is that Nico would not keep
me out of the loop on something like that.
Trust me.
Or don't.
Why is Perm Walters at the hotel?
- I have no idea.
- Tell him we're getting fucked.
Tell John to shut the fuck up.
You understand that
the last time I saw that guy,
he tried to hijack my job
and shot me twice?
I do.
So you have no reason
to believe he's onto this job?
I don't think he's onto this job
because the only people
who know about this job is me
and the people doing the job.
I don't like it, Nic.
I'll ask around.
Hey, Nico. I know you've been stressed.
You wanna know the best thing
for stress? Exercise.
So I picked you up one
of these portable seated ellipticals.
My Aunt Judy swore by it.
She used it every day
until she died of a heart attack.
I knew it. I don't trust those fucking
guys. That chaperone guy? Or fucking Gary?
Yeah. Why would Nico put Perm on the job?
You're better than him. So maybe not.
So it's just a coincidence?
No. No fucking way.
That's it.
- You think?
- Yeah. That's it. That's Perm's.
And it's a fucking work car.
Why would Perm let us know
he's here if he's not on the job?
You think he's that cocky?
He's wearing a fucking mink coat in
the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday.
What do you think?
So what now?
We need another driver.
I can do it.
We don't need another driver.
You have your own job to do.
I'm not risking it.
Yo, nice digs.
Yeah.
You sure this is the right address?
That's what it said.
Well, hello. I'm Rebecca.
You must be Edie.
Yeah, hi, uh This is This is John.
Nice house.
Well, thank you.
We've been very blessed.
How many square feet is it?
Um I don't know.
I'm not really
Hey. Sorry. This chair isn't
as fast as I'd like it to be.
Hi, Dad.
Eds.
Hi, Mr. Meaney. I'm John.
Right.
Heard a thing or two.
Yeah. Me too.
Yeah, I'm sure you have.
Your call caught us by surprise.
But, um, I'm grilling up
a storm in the back there.
I just hope that, uh,
dogs and burgers are okay.
Kinda short notice, but
I should go check it out.
Whoa, hey, watch out! I almost hit you.
- Again.
- Yeah. I ran over her toe once.
They're very unforgiving of, uh,
handicapped people in this house, right?
Say hello
to Edie and John, Sadie.
- Hi.
- Hi.
She'll warm up eventually.
Anyway, are you guys hungry?
I am.
Whoo!
Yeah.
Sunday driver?
If that.
Every once in a while
a bunch of gear head buddies of mine
drag out the old cars
and hit the burger joint a town over.
You know, a bunch of white hairs trying
to feel like their dicks still work.
You get used to the hand controls thing?
Like races?
Or burning doughnuts in a Dunkin'
parking lot like when you taught me?
I got, like, blown out
a couple times, you know.
And I go back a couple weeks later,
and I get so in the zone,
like I forget my legs don't work.
I won a grand.
I thought you were reformed.
Edie, listen.
I got a job going over at the casino.
Uh-huh.
John got into some trouble, so
This one of those
"do or die" kind of jobs?
I could use another driver.
Um, I got a pretty
good thing going here, Eds.
- So no?
- I'm a 50-year-old man in a wheelchair.
- That I put you in. I'm very aware.
- Hey, it's not about that.
Eighteen years is a long time
not to go get your daughter.
I was a fucking drug addict and alcoholic.
And there was no way in hell, with your
ma gone, with what happened to my legs
that I was gonna handle
any of this shit any better.
At the time,
I thought it was best for you.
Not to mention the burden I was.
Pissin' and shittin' myself.
Needing people to drag me out of
out of a fucking wheelchair.
It's not the life I wanted for you.
You should've let me choose.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
What did you used to tell me when, uh
when I got in trouble at school?
"I don't accept 'sorries.'
I only accept change."
Can you, uh,
move so I can get out?
Eds.
Edie.
I did change.
Not for me.
Why didn't anybody ever change for me?
What?
My ma, my dad, you.
It's not like that, Eds.
How many times you been
to rehab 'cause of a judge?
- I don't know. It doesn't matter.
- Six times.
Okay. Six times.
How many times have you been 'cause of me?
The last time I went to rehab,
it was, like, day five, or something.
I got over being sick enough,
so they took us on this boat
to, like, talk about what made us
take that first drink
or oxy or whatever.
I was getting ready for my turn.
I don't even remember
what I was gonna say,
but then I had this,
like, insane, um What'd they call it?
Moment of clarity.
And I said, "I gotta get off
this boat and get to Edie
and tell her I'm gonna be clean
and it's all gonna be better."
And then I jumped.
I heard 'em all freaking out.
Turns out I wasn't healthy enough
to swim a mile and a half
in ice cold water in March.
When I was under there
Drowning or dying or whatever
You know how they say
your life flashes before your eyes?
Well, all I saw was you.
Because you're my life.
I did everything you said.
I got clean. I stayed away from you
even though it fucked me up every day.
I tried to get jobs but
It's like you asked me
to be this whole new thing.
This whole new person
I ain't ever been before.
That we'd never been before.
And I'm just supposed
to know how to do it.
And then I'm supposed
to do it without you?
Why couldn't you just try it with me?
You know?
Why couldn't we just do it together?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Can we go?
I don't want your dad to see me cry.
What?
I'm pregnant.
Fuck off.
- It's mine?
- Fuck off.
And I don't even know why I'm telling you
or what it means or
- Why you're telling me?
- Really
I'm just saying
this can't change anything.
- This changes everything, Edie.
- No. John.
Everything.
- It's a family.
- John, I don't
That's not a thing I think we can be.
It's what we are already. A family.
You and me. It's just bigger.
A family doesn't rob a casino.
- And no kid should ever have to...
- Then why are you telling me then? Huh?
I don't know.
Because I tell you everything.
Look we love each other.
You know I love you.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I know.
I just wish you'd stop.
Yeah, right. You just wish you could stop.
- What are you doing?
- I'm listening for it.
It? It doesn't work like that.
- You don't know.
- I do.
You don't know.
You don't know.
John?
John?
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Where were you? All your stuff was gone.
It's in the vents. I don't trust
those fucking maids. Do you? Fuck that.
Um
Okay. We gotta meet the,
uh, chaperone guy soon. So
Sorry it got a little
fucked up in my pocket.
Looked fancier when the lady
made it with a bow and shit.
Don't say nothing about the money.
I only used the money
that we won at the racetrack.
It's a baby. A gold baby.
- Mm-hmm.
- All gold all the way through, she said.
Don't say thank you or nothing.
I wasn't gonna.
You love it.
It's a thank you for, you know
I save your life
and I get a gold baby?
We get a baby.
Okay. We should, uh
We should go. You ready for this?
I'm ready for all of it.
And we're back
at the Mid-Central
Spring Showdown Poker Series.
Two players battle
for $3 million in prize money
and a brand new Dodge Charger Scat Pack.
And the flop comes.
Two, five, six.
Player leads off with 900.
Oh, my, he cold called.
Thomas, let's see our turn card. And it's
Yeah, baby.
I heard you loud and clear
the first time. No gambling.
- I love you.
- Love you too.
Killing me, Josh.
I thought we were friends, man.
Here is our river.
- I fucking love you, baby!
- I'm gonna fuck your brains out!
Ha! Yes! Yes! Yes! Whoo-hoo!
I've seen enough.
Hey. Bitch.
Fuck's sake.
Still feeling strong, bro?
Don't you think we should
take this outside, guys?
We should take this outside.
We got a situation in the north wing.
Hey. Hey. Hey!
Hey! Break it up!
Glass me, bitch? Huh?
Call for backup.
I'ma need backup in here
Jump out of the car.
Step out of the car!
Shut the car off.
- Get out now!
- Shut the car off!
Go get 'em, baby.
Cut the power!
Shit.
Get out of the car!
Do it now!
Backwards it is.
Jesus Christ.
What are you doing? Not in the casino.
Move! Get out of the way!
Think you could've pulled up
on the right hand a bit?
They didn't pay me enough
to pull back.
Get out of the car.
Get out of the car. Now!
Bulletproof.
She's headed for the loading dock.
Close the gate.
I got it.
She's coming to you.
There you are, Perm.
Jesus.
- Pull over.
- Fuck.
- I'm trying to help you, dummy.
- Pull over now!
Get the fuck out of the way.
I'm Perm Walters.
Where are you, John?
There you are.
Shit.
John!
John!
John. Come on. Please.
John. No, please.
John. John! John, wake up!
John. John. Come on. Please. Come on.
John. Come on.
Come on.
Where's my money, Perm?
And why can't you just get your own jobs?
I could but the best ones are the ones
where somebody already did the hard part.
How you find me though?
I know I swept that car for bugs
for about the last hour.
You're not gonna find it, Edie.
I hid that car and the money somewhere
where your ass ain't goin' never
Shit.
Hid it really close by, I guess.
You wanna make this easy?
You win some, you lose some.
Isn't that what you do real good? Lose?
John, what the fuck happened to your face?
Ain't nobody every tell you it's rude
to point out other people's flaws?
Oh, I like that, man.
You use my own shit against me.
But look, a man knows when he's cooked.
Edie!
What the fuck?
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Sorry.
What's the occasion now, bitch?
Seriously?
- What?
- I look like this
- and you throw it in my face?
- Such a big baby.
- Just a big baby.
- Yeah. Snack.
Hey. How long before we can have another?
Like, medically?
- Medically?
- Yeah.
Wh What does that even mean?
You know what it means.
I'm worried we can't afford the first one.
You're thinking about having a second?
Hey, hey, hey. It's my turn to worry
about all that stuff now, okay?
I got this.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
All right.
Let's get this money to Gary's.
When you're wrong, you are wrong.
I might owe you an apology.
Sorry, Gary.
Get in the car, babe.
Baby, get in the car.
- What did you do?
- Baby, get in the car.
What did you do?
Edie, we have to go. Now.
This is our shot. The one we never had.
We can start over.
Edie, I can change.
For you. For our family.
- Why? Wh Why?
- Why?
I did it for us. For our family.
Three million dollars.
That's enough to disappear.
Edie, it's gonna be okay.
It's me and you. We'll
We'll
Fuck.
Fuck.
Okay. Okay.
We'll We'll just take it back, right?
Hey. He'll be happy just to
I mean, all this money?
He always liked you, right?
That motherfucker always had a soft spot
for you, so you'll You'll just, um
I'm sorry.
What the fuck is wrong with me!
Okay.
Hey, hey. Hey.
It's okay. It's okay.
Okay.
We're written in the stars.
With the sun and the moon.
We always come back. We always come back.
All right. A little dark in there
so watch your step.
Watch my step? Been watching these steps
for 30 fucking years, Georgie.
All right. Are you hungry?
I left a rotisserie chicken in the fridge
we can pick at.
How many times you gonna
fucking eat tonight?
Step outside, Georgie.
You want some tea?
You did the right thing.
The right thing?
The best thing. For you.
And for John.
You know what I was gonna do to him.
I'm assuming you didn't know
George put Perm on the job.
Not until now.
Seeing as there was no point
in boosting the job for me,
seeing as I wasn't gonna get a cut.
Maybe I did.
Georgie has been
stealing from me for years.
I stopped counting how many How much
But he loves me. Georgie.
He loved me more than any woman
or any wife I've ever had.
Since we were kids.
And he could never help himself.
He could never distinguish
those two things that were contradictory.
Loving me and stealing from me.
That was Georgie.
I guess I needed to always know
that there was
someone around that would love me
the way he loved me.
And now what?
Who's gonna do that now?
How many bathrooms do you have?
How many bathrooms I have? Two.
But the one upstairs,
the toilet is broken.
Get it fixed.
Get it fixed?
Why you obsessed with my toilet?
All through foster care, even, uh
Even before then Before my ma
Every house I lived in
Some of those shitholes had,
like, six people living in 'em.
Every house only had one bathroom.
Someone always pounded on the door
On the toilet while you're in the shower.
And one day I was with my ma and we were
driving in a neighborhood like this
Uh I had to go. Like, go.
And, uh, my ma just knocked
on some lady's door.
I was horrified.
She let us in, the lady that lived there.
She said to use the upstairs bathroom
'cause the downstairs one was messy.
That meant she had two bathrooms.
Anyway, I just stayed in there for ages.
No one was pounding on the door.
Later, my ma told me the lady lived alone.
After that, anytime anyone asked me
what I wanted when I grew up,
I said a house with two bathrooms.
In my fantasies or whatever,
the second bathroom would be for J
Would be for John.
So he could keep his messy.
I could keep mine nice.
I'm still gonna get that house.
Get your bathroom fixed.
Take 10% for your troubles.
I already did. And it's more like 20.
Eenie Meanie.
Always cleaning up everybody's messes.
Not anymore.
Hey, Georgie? Come in here.
Hey, did you water the tree?
Bitch. I think your
Charlie-Brown-Peanuts-ass tree is dead.
Hey, I love that
Charlie-Brown-Peanuts-ass tree.
Yeah. And since you begged for it,
you should water it.
I got food to deal with.
Hi! Oh, that better be chocolate.
Fifty percent of the time
- it is not chocolate.
- Do you have chocolate all over your face?
Come on in.
Oh, who's that?
Gosh, thanks for coming.
Hey.
Oh, yes, please. I will
Hi.
John Jr!