Black Rabbit (2025) s01e04 Episode Script

1
["U Should Not Be Doing That"
by Amyl and the Sniffers playing]
[raucous rock music playing]
Good mornin' ♪
Can you shake off your skin? ♪
I was strugglin' to tell you
Where I have been ♪
'Cause I've been runnin' around ♪
Makin' a mess of myself ♪
I know how you feel about that ♪
You told me once
When I showed you that ♪
But I am tryin' my best to get it on… ♪
[Jake] Rox, it's me again.
I know you're upset about Jules,
but I can explain, I promise.
Mel's fine.
I'm gonna go see her right now.
Please, call me back. Hmm?
-Hey.
-[barista] Hey.
-One oat-milk flat white.
-Thank you.
Melbourne sayin' fuck that bitch ♪
Morning!
You were in New York gettin' shit on ♪
And they were down
in Melbourne sayin' ♪
-Whoo!
-You should not be doin' that… ♪
-[Vince] Peekaboo! Hey. Hey.
-[woman] Hey.
[Vince] Beautiful day
for a beautiful lady, huh?
-[phone ringing]
-Good for you. I'm Vince.
-[woman] Nice to meet you.
-[Vince] Hey.
Good morning, sunshine.
[Jake] "Good morning, sunshine" to you,
you fuckin' asshole.
Have you seen Page Six? I sent you a link.
Oh yeah? [panting]
Well, first of all,
fuckin' chill out, okay?
-Just take a little breath.
-Chill out?
It's a gorgeous day.
What is that?
What are you doing? Where are you?
-Are you dying?
-It's called the outdoors.
I'm on a run. You ought to try it,
unless you think
it's gonna hurt your man boobs.
Very funny.
-Open the link.
-[Vince] Doin' it. Just…
Granddad's having a tough time
gettin' it bigger.
Hold on. There it is. Okay.
[exhales] Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
"Black Rabbit. Hip downtown hang."
Thank you, Page Six. Very nice.
Christ, you sound awful.
"Paramedics called for after-party."
[chuckles] "It goes bad for the bunny."
Oh boy.
I'm not gonna put that on a poster,
but it's not the end of the world.
What's wrong with that?
It's fucking bad, Vin.
It's really fucking bad.
So next time I call you,
pick up the fucking phone.
All right, and you snort a Midol.
I'll see you in a minute.
Asshole.
Fucking lookin' at it.
[Mel] This is the worst hangover
of my entire life,
and I did a double weekend at Coachella.
[Jake] Here.
You need to take it easy.
-Thank you.
-[Jake] You need to hydrate.
[Mel] Uh.
-Well, I'm pounding water.
-[Jake] Good.
[exhales]
Don't worry.
I am worried.
[Mel scoffs]
It was scary.
Mm.
You're such a good guy.
[chuckles]
-[Mel] You want anything? A beer?
-What?
[Mel] I have a Peroni of yours
in the fridge.
It's 10:00 a.m. [chuckles]
No, I'm good.
-Listen--
-Look…
If… if you need to fire me,
I get it. I was so dumb.
I'm not firing you.
I have to fire Tony.
-Tony?
-[Jake] Yeah.
-No.
-[Jake] I have to.
Oh my God.
No. He's super tight with his stuff.
No. It was that guy with Jules.
All right, what guy?
That guy…
Janitor-looking guy. Uh…
Doorman vibes.
-Matt?
-Yeah.
Vince's friend Matt?
-[phone pings]
-[sighs] Oh my God.
Oh my God.
-It's… it's, like, the 20th time.
-[Jake] Who is it?
[phone pings]
That reporter who did that thing for Roxie
for New York Mag.
-She's been stalking me.
-Hmm?
About last night or…
Well, last week,
she wanted anecdotes about Roxie,
and she must've heard the news
because she will not leave me alone
this morning.
Did you talk to her?
Of course not.
And if she tried,
I'd be like, "Bitch, no comment."
[Jake scoffs]
Steer clear of that.
-[chuckles]
-[Jake] I gotta go.
[Mel] You can't hang?
[Jake] Text me
if you need anything. Hmm?
I want status reports.
[Mel] Okay, Dad.
I'll just be here
contemplating my life choices.
Taking inventory.
Take care.
[Anna] I'm not going on the record.
[Lisa] I'm not asking you to be a source.
We're just two people talking.
Were you surprised
there was an OD last night at the Rabbit?
I didn't know that.
There's a fentanyl crisis in America.
I'm sure you've heard.
So you aren't in touch
with the staff over there?
Not really.
[Lisa] But you left on good terms?
Mm-hmm.
Why did you leave?
-I told you I don't wanna talk--
-[Lisa] I know. You don't wanna talk.
I…
I think when you have a lot of money
and drugs in a private playhouse,
bad shit will happen.
I think something happened to you.
I saw your post.
I'm not… I'm not reading tea leaves.
And from my experience as a reporter…
if something happened to you,
it's probably happened to others.
[unsettling music playing]
[phone keys bleeping]
[phone dialing]
I thought you said that it was contained.
Who… who is she with?
What the fuck?!
I… I got a Day-Glo stigmata
across my fuckin' chest.
You want my advice?
My retainer indicates that you do.
Get out of town.
Take your wife. Take your plane.
Try the Faroe Islands.
Get out of sight for a while.
No more messes.
-Chill out.
-[phone beeps]
Ugh.
Fuck. This sucks.
[eerie music playing]
[Vince] Gentlemen.
Uh, Vinnie here. Uh…
I got good news. I got bad news.
The bad news is
that our little cat-and-mouse,
will-they-won't-they routine
sadly is over.
It's not you. It's me.
Uh, 'cause the good news is
I got your money.
Every last cent.
So you tell me where I can drop it,
and I can tell you to fuck off forever.
Bye now.
Hi.
-How you doin'?
-Hello.
[Vince] You do yoga, huh?
Very cool.
What's next? The ashram with Mom?
Did Aunt Val tell you where I live?
She did, but she did not tell me you live
in the… in the Physical Graffiti building.
-Come on. Led Zeppelin? Your building?
-Yeah, I know.
You got that. All right. Hey.
I got you a cappuccino and a deadbolt.
I have two.
Yeah, but this… this is high-grade steel.
Mr. Clem at Ace said
that this is virtually burglary-proof,
and there is vicious scum
roaming the streets.
You know, like tweaker lunatics.
You gotta stay safe.
Are you worried about the overdose?
'Cause I don't do drugs.
No, I know, and where do I get off
telling you not to do drugs? I get it.
-And weed is different.
-Yes, agreed. Weed's different.
You know what the… the great part
about having an addict for a father is?
It really takes the sexiness
out of drug use.
Former.
Former addict.
Yeah, well,
really puts a kid off coke.
Okay, well, in that case, I'm glad
I did something right as a parent.
-Got someone who can install this? I can--
-I'm good.
Okay, last thing, sorry.
Have you ever been to a Mets game?
-What is that, basketball?
-It… Oof, that hurts.
I'm a Yankees fan.
I don't know what to tell you.
Now, that's cruel.
Next weekend,
you, me, and your new favorite team,
the Metropolitans.
Give it some thought, please?
I mean, I'll have to check
my yoga schedule.
Okay, good.
-[Gen] Thanks for the cappuccino.
-Yep, you got it.
And the padlock. It's a good one.
[pensive music playing]
[phone buzzing]
You hungry?
[distant siren wailing]
Hey.
Sorry. [sighs]
I, uh…
I was at my lawyer's.
[exhales]
You okay?
Are you okay? That was quite a night.
-Jesus.
-Yeah.
Fuck, what a mess.
-I mean…
-[Estelle] How's Mel?
Miraculously, pretty unscathed.
Yeah, beauty of youth.
Me, on the other hand…
[Estelle] Oh, I can only imagine.
-A lot of dumb decisions that night.
-[Jake scoffs]
-Yeah?
Yeah. I… I shouldn't have done that.
I'm sorry. Um…
It won't happen again.
Okay.
Yeah, I think I'm just…
I… I'm fucked up right now
'cause Wes is, um…
I don't know, you know?
We're just in really different places,
I think, and it's difficult.
Yeah, yeah. I know. He… he…
Anything I can do?
[sighs] I'm not sure you're the person
I should be talking to about this.
[Jake] Well…
["Marigold" by Nirvana playing]
You know you can tell me anything.
Jake.
What?
[Estelle chuckles softly]
Stop lookin' at me like that.
Okay.
-[relaxed jangly rock music playing]
-He's there… ♪
-Okay. Yeah.
-Let's just look at some samples.
Okay.
He's scared 'cause I want ♪
-He's your friend.
-I know.
He's scared in case I want… ♪
-It's so messy.
-Yeah, it's a mess.
He's scared… ♪
-And I don't want anyone to get hurt.
-Me either.
All in all the clock is slow ♪
Six color pictures all in a row ♪
Of a marigold ♪
He's there in case I want it all ♪
He's scared 'cause I want ♪
He's there in case I want it all ♪
-He's scared 'cause I want ♪
-[song continues over radio]
All in all the clock is slow ♪
Six color pictures all in a row ♪
-Of a marigold ♪
-[Tony] Whoo!
-He's there…
-[Tony] Whoo!
[Joe] All right.
[Sarah] Okay.
-He's scared 'cause I want… ♪
-[Sarah] Ow-ow!
All right, listen up, pretties.
Roxie Doll is taking a little me time.
Look, Tony the Tigress
is gonna be running things now,
so first order of business,
steak for family meal.
-[Joe] Ooh!
-Oh.
And when Mel comes in,
do not say a word about what happened.
[Sarah] Oh my God,
I can't believe you're alive.
Sarah, what did I just say?
[Lisa in distance] Hello?
-Hello?
-[Joe] Oh, we're closed.
[Lisa] Hi. It's Lisa Klein.
[Joe] Oh, nice. We're closed.
[Lisa] Oh, I just need a minute. I…
Hi. I'm looking for Roxie.
[scoffs]
She's not in tonight.
She's not?
[Tony] A female thing. I didn't ask
follow-up questions, Lois Lane.
[Lisa] Is Jake here?
[Tony] No, but I will tell him
that you stopped by.
[Lisa] I'll wait.
[Jake] Of course. It's your favorite.
[man] Jake.
Mind if I borrow him a minute?
Sure.
Let's get you a drink.
-[Jake] Wanna tell me who you are?
-[bartender] Drink, sir?
He'll have an añejo on the rocks.
I'll have a black tea.
[phone pings]
Or would you prefer a Peroni?
[chuckles]
-Who are you?
-Inconsequential.
She's lovely, by the way.
What do you want?
My client has
an aligned interest with you.
What can you tell me about Anna Dixon?
[tense music playing]
Who's your client?
[man] Sorry, that's privileged.
Well, you tell your privileged client
our interests are not aligned.
And he so much as lays
one fat fucking finger on Anna Dixon, I--
So it doesn't concern you
that she's been talking to a journalist?
-Any idea what she's been talking about?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I have one idea. You?
[phone pings]
Do you need to check that?
Everything all right?
Tell Jules to stay away
from my restaurant.
I do not appreciate being followed.
Be careful, Jake.
A lot of eyes in this city.
-[Vince] And it's on tape?
-[Jake] Yeah.
[Vince] Jesus Christ.
What a piece of shit that Jules is.
-Yeah, and he's trying to cover it up.
-And… and… Anna's okay?
How… Is she all right?
-I don't know 'cause she won't talk to me.
-Poor baby.
Yeah.
Unbelievable. She probably won't talk
to you 'cause you fired her.
-I mean, come on.
-All right, thank you.
Great move. Why didn't you tell me?
She's my friend too. I don't get that.
I think you were trying
to save a waitress.
Remember? In Reno.
Oh. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Well, I did.
You know, I did that,
and then I came here, and now I'm here,
and I need to be kept in the loop,
so you gotta tell me stuff like that,
okay?
Which, you know, begs the question,
is there anything else
I need to know about?
Let's hear it.
Everything else all right?
Oh boy.
Oh boy, this is fun. Let's hear it.
The money from the thing.
What money from what thing?
What money from what thing?
Don't be talk…
The thing is not the benefit.
The money's not
my hundred thousand dollars
to pay off Mancuso.
-It's not that bad.
-Jake, tell me you don't…
Tell me you've got my fuckin' money,
or I'll kill you
right before they kill me.
-It's not that bad.
-Are you joking?
I just don't have all the money, right?
I had to square the books.
Jake, hang on a fuckin' second.
What are you talking about?
-I had an emergency.
-How is that my problem?
-Fuck's sake. It's all gonna be fine.
-What's this?
-It's gonna be fine.
-What is this? What? It was fine.
-This is $16,000. I don't need $16,000.
-It's a week's payment.
I need $100,000, Jake.
I told them
they were gonna get the whole thing.
No. Why would you tell them that?
Because we had it,
and now they're expecting it,
and if they don't get it,
they're gonna kill me and my daughter.
-There are a lot more moving parts, Vince.
-What parts? What's moving?
You tell me
what emergency's more important
than my life and my daughter's, Jake.
-Hello?
-I'm gonna expand.
-What does that mean?
-I'm trying to take over The Pool Room.
So the Rabbit's books had to be balanced.
You're trying to expand,
and I'm trying to stay alive?
-You're trying to franchise…
-Franchise?
…my restaurant,
and you didn't even tell me?
-You make me sick.
-Your restaurant?
You're unbelievable.
-Oh, read the fucking paperwork.
-I had the fuckin' idea. My idea.
What was your idea?
"Hey, oh, let's open a restaurant, Jake."
Great idea.
-You didn't have it.
-A million other dickheads did.
-I put in the grind.
-Oh--
I made it a business.
That was me, not you.
'Cause you're so professional.
Professional. With holes in the books.
-Books that aren't square.
-I borrowed a little.
You're unbelievable.
Let me tell you somethin'.
It was an advance, all right? A little.
A little advance? It's called skimming.
You're fuckin' skimming,
and what are you spending it on, huh?
More fuckin' Nick Cave suits
or some bullshit.
-I fucking like Nick Cave, right?
-You're a fuckin' douchebag.
-You know that?
-I have a responsibility--
I don't give a fuck about that.
When I need money,
"Vince fucked things up," right?
[Jake] I had a plan.
When you… when you need money,
you just take it
from wherever it's lying, right?
-I had a plan.
-You're a fraud.
-You're a fuckin' fraud.
-And you keep lighting fires.
You and your idiot friend
who nearly killed Mel.
-Who said it's my friend?
-We look like The Viper Room in Page Six.
-Who said? Who said it's Matt?
-Mel told me.
Mel told you that Matt gave her the coke?
Yeah.
-To your face?
-Yeah.
What the fuck?
What a fuckin' beauty he is.
Unbelievable.
-Well, he… he owes me. He owes me.
-[Jake] Wait…
-He owes me huge.
-[Jake] What does that mean? Come on.
Don't worry about what it means.
I'm gonna talk to Matt.
-Really? Come on.
-And I'm gonna… Save it, please.
I'm gonna talk to Matt,
and I'm gonna get us the money,
and you're gonna fix everything with Anna
so that it doesn't mess up our restaurant
for good this time.
And let me tell you somethin' else.
If we're gonna be lying to everybody else,
we need to be honest
with each other, Jake, okay?
You wanna know why? 'Cause I'm back.
I am back, and we are partners.
Tell me you get that.
Say it.
You get that we're partners. Please.
-Good.
-No more fuck-ups.
Yeah, no more fuck-ups!
No more.
Fuck-up.
-You're a fuck-up.
-You're a fuckin' big-ass fuck-up.
Way worse than me.
[intense music pounding]
[distant shouting]
-Hey, you dumb dick!
-[Matt] What?
You fucked me. You fucked me
with that shit coke of yours.
What the fuck, man?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Hey. Hey, my shit's gold, bro.
It's not fucking gold.
-It's good, man.
-Or maybe it is. Maybe that's my bad.
I don't know what your damage is,
but just chill out.
-If it's so gold…
-[Matt] Calm the fuck down.
-…let's party, huh?
-[Matt] Come on, man.
Let's party some of that gold coke.
-Hey, dude, that was not my coke, okay?
-Yes, it was your fucking coke.
Those girls the other night, man,
they were… they were hungry.
I'm all cashed out.
There's nothin' there. What the fuck?
-[Vince] Hang on.
-[Matt] Give me that.
-Don't touch that.
-What do we got here?
-Give me that!
-Get the fuck off me!
Your little hockey puck
has a fucking crack in it.
What a mistake, huh?
It's a shitty hiding spot…
-You found my coke, all right.
-…for such gold coke.
If there's nothin' wrong with it,
let's do it. You get to go first.
-You're my buddy.
-No, I'm good.
No, you're not good.
Take a big fucking hit of this gold shit.
-Come on, bro. Leave me alone.
-Go ahead.
-Big fucking bump.
-Stop.
Just stop. Ow. Fuck, man.
All right, okay.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man.
Okay?
I fucked up.
You don't gotta go all Narcos on me.
She almost fucking died, Matt.
I got a new guy.
I don't give a fuck about your guy.
I want you to set me up with Jeffy.
That's what you're gonna do for me, okay?
Fuck yeah!
No problem. I'll set you up, man.
I'll hook you up with him.
You're gonna do more than hook me up.
You're gonna deliver him primed,
ready, okay?
And if you don't, I'm gonna come back here
and I'm gonna bury you in this shit.
Fuckin' asshole.
Tomorrow, Jeffy, delivered.
Oh fuck. All right.
Jeffy delivered tomorrow.
Fuck, man.
["Stormy Weather" by Pixies playing
over headphones]
[Jake] Anna!
Anna!
-Anna!
-Fuck! Jesus, Jake.
-Sorry. I'm sorry.
-What?
-I wanna talk.
-No.
-Five minutes.
-I'm going to work.
Look, a reporter came to the Rabbit
and was asking about you.
-This is what you wanna talk about?
-Well, I wanted you to know.
And I… I…
I wasn't sure what you'd told her.
Okay, I'm gonna stop you.
I met with her, didn't tell her shit,
refused to be a source,
so whatever she said didn't come from me.
-[Jake] Thank you.
-Don't kid yourself, Jake.
-I didn't do it for you.
-[Jake] Hey, wait a second!
I know you didn't do it for me,
but please, don't stir shit up.
Okay? As a friend,
I'm… I'm… I'm saying this.
This guy Jules, I think
he can make things really unpleasant.
Are you hearing yourself?
I said I'm not doing anything.
Okay, but people are concerned.
I'm not taking the fuckhead on,
so you can tell "people" I'm staying
a thousand miles away from him.
-I'm not an idiot, Jake.
-I'm just trying to look out for you.
-[Anna] Yeah?
-Just… Yeah.
Like when you bet the bar
I could fuck a magnum of champagne?
[scoffs]
That was a joke!
Come on, you were laughing.
-What the fuck was I supposed to do?
-I'm sorry.
-You were my boss.
-Things got outta hand.
We were… we were all drinking,
and I was probably… I was fucked up.
Were you fucked up when you got blown
by a hostess that was barely 22?
Uh…
-I'm not proud of that.
-[Anna] Yeah.
God, it was a really bad time.
The divorce.
You're not my friend.
If you wanna do something,
stay the fuck away from me.
[mournful music droning]
[woman] So you find yourself
in the middle of a pigsty,
so to speak.
So clean it up.
-[Roxie] I tried. I talked to Jake.
-[woman] What's Jake got to do with it?
[Roxie] Well, it's not just my restaurant.
[woman] You think people come there for
the failed rock star with the coke sweats?
They come there to eat your food.
[Roxie] So what? What are you saying?
Buy him out?
-[woman] Yeah.
-[Roxie] With what money?
[woman] It's just money.
New York's got tons of it. Find some.
[Roxie] I knew stuff was going on.
I kept my head down.
[woman] We're not perfect.
Look at me. I was your boss.
It never should've happened.
[Roxie] So why did it?
[woman] I was in love with you.
Which is not a situation
I would recommend.
[Roxie] You know, when I was on my ass,
Jake gave me a second chance.
[woman] I think you gave him
a second chance too.
[Roxie] I gave him several.
[woman] And?
I don't wanna leave the Rabbit.
And?
It's not me that's gotta go.
[Vince] Oh, Tony, hit it.
I'll do the rest, pal.
-[Tony] Ooh.
-[Vince] Okay?
Don't have to tell me twice.
These dogs are barking, Mr. Manager Man.
I can see why. Look at this stack.
Nice goin'. You must be pooped.
-[Tony] Later, baby.
-Wow. Sleep well.
[Tony] You too.
We miss dinner?
[ominous music playing]
No, we said we were gonna meet
at your place tonight.
Yeah, well, you know, we got hungry.
Thought maybe you could
whip something up, Chef?
Uh, chef just left.
[Junior] I'm kidding. I would never eat
at this fucking weird-ass shithole.
You said you got it, right?
It… y… it's what I was gonna
talk to you guys about later. Uh…
You know, looks like we're gonna
have to, uh, postpone the party
'cause I do have
this week's, okay, almost,
uh… in a… in a check
with… with my brother.
Not a big deal.
Got a plan to get the rest,
so we'll be getting it all,
just next week.
So…
So what happened this time, Vince?
Just crossed wires, me and my brother.
You know, that's it. Communication.
-[man] Communication?
-[Vince] Yep.
[man] Mm. Communication with your brother.
What… what the fuck does that mean?
What, he fucked you? He kept the cash?
Uh… it's not exactly like that.
-No?
-[Vince] No.
So what's it like, then? Hmm?
Is he cheap?
We don't like cheap, do we, Babbit?
You know what they say.
The cheap pay for it.
-Twice.
-[Junior] Huh?
The cheap pay twice, I think it is.
All right. [chuckles]
If your brother's the one with the check,
maybe, uh…
Come on.
Maybe all three of us
should pay that cheap fuckin' bastard…
-[Vince] Mm-hmm.
-…a little visit.
If that's what you wanna do.
-[Babbit] Sit the fuck down.
-All right!
See, I told you he's not here.
[Babbit] Yeah, well,
fuckin' text him again.
[Junior] Bro's got
some decent drink though.
Bro's got everything.
[glass smashes]
-[glass smashes]
-Hey!
What?
Fuckin' relax!
-[Babbit] Shut the fuck up, Vince.
-What's he doin'?
[Babbit] Whatever the fuck he wants.
Keep your fuckin' mouth shut.
I mean, what the fuck
am I lookin' at right now, Babbit?
[Babbit] I know.
This shit is…
[chuckles]
This shit is fuckin' next level.
Where do you think
this check is at, Vince?
I have no idea. I don't live here.
Well, he's gotta have some stashed.
Look at this fucking place.
Look at this shit.
It's fuckin' ridiculous.
How much, uh…
how much does he pay for this shit, Vince?
-Huh?
-I don't know.
He's not here. Please, let's leave.
[Babbit] What the fuck is this, even?
This is, like, some of the dumbest shit.
What… what do you think this is worth?
You know what? Doesn't matter.
-Take it. I like it. It's ours now.
-[Babbit] Yeah.
[Vince] Careful, careful, please.
Come on.
[Junior] Tell me somethin', Vince.
How is it that your brother
has fucking 20-year-old scotch,
probably expensive fuckin' art,
and lives in a fucking penthouse
but can't rub together enough
to get us off your dick?
Yeah, I'm… I'm not his banker.
You know, I… I do not know.
[Junior] Have a drink, Vin. Mm?
Maybe, uh…
maybe you'll start to remember.
I'm good. Thank you though.
[Junior] That wasn't a fucking question.
-Hey.
-[Junior] I said drink!
Cool it, Junior.
Cheers.
[keys jangling]
Fuck!
Have a seat.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
-[Vince] Okay.
-[Babbit] Explain it to us.
Because we thought
that you were the fuck-up.
He was supposed to be the dependable one.
[sighs] It's the…
The restaurant industry is a killer.
You know? It's up, it's down.
"It's up, it's down." Right.
That's not fucking good enough, Vince.
Drink.
You know, where the fuck
could he even be right now, Vince?
What did he do with the money, huh?
[Vince splutters, coughs]
[coughs]
-I told you. I had it.
-[Babbit] Uh-huh.
-And then he fucked you, right?
-[Vince] Yeah.
[Junior] Like he's fucking us right now?
Just tell me, right?
That's what he's doing.
He's fucking us, right?
He's got the money.
All right, listen up.
I'm fuckin' losing my patience, all right?
-No more fuckin' around!
-Ah! Ah! Ow! Gah!
-[Junior] Where the fuck is the money?
-[Vince] Fuck!
There was an OD at the restaurant!
There's a girl
talking to a fuckin' reporter!
-Jake's dealing with it, but… Fuck!
-Wait, what, what?
-What girl?
-[Babbit] What?
Nothing.
She used to work at the restaurant.
She's talkin' to a reporter
about some shit that happened there,
and she's just…
She's what? She's complicating delivery?
Is she blackmailin' him?
-She's fuckin' with our collateral.
-Why don't we have a word?
You know, we could explain
our side of the story, tell her how it is.
-Make sure she stays quiet.
-No, no, no, just forget it.
It's not a thing.
Forget I said anything. Anna is cool. She…
-[Junior] Anna. Anna. Okay.
-Fuck.
Anna?
Anna who, Vince?
-What's her fucking last name?
-I don't know.
[man] I've come with an offer,
and once you hear it,
you're gonna have to make
a very quick decision. Tonight.
You understand?
This is a ticket to Cancún.
Tulum's an hour away.
And this is 25,000 in cash
and a cashier's check for another 250K,
which will go very, very far down there.
Lots of jobs
for bartenders in Coronaville.
If you wanna keep those two envelopes,
we need to leave very soon for JFK.
Your flight takes off in three hours.
Good choice.
I'll be in the car out front.
Pack a bag and meet me there in 20.
I left your passport on the nightstand.
[sobs]
I'm sure I'll be able to find her
on the Rabbit's page, right?
[Babbit] She hot, Vince?
-She a real racehorse?
-[Vince] I don't know.
Like your daughter?
Look at that.
She's really talented.
[Junior] Oh shit.
[Junior chuckles]
That her?
-Dude.
-[Babbit] That's a fuckin' smoke show.
[Junior] All right,
here's what we're gonna do.
Okay, we are gonna
go talk to this little problem of yours,
make sure she stays quiet, and who knows?
Right, maybe we find Jake.
But you are gonna go get us
the whole fucking nut,
just like you promised.
-By next fucking week, Vince.
-[Babbit] Mm-hmm.
Yeah, and don't fuck us over again,
or I will go see your daughter,
and I will get way more
than a fuckin' tattoo off her.
Okay?
Let's leave him to his fuckin' hangover.
See you soon, Vince.
-[blow lands]
-[ominous music stops abruptly]
[Babbit] There's no way
we are ever gonna get up there.
[Junior] Ten bucks says so.
[tense music playing]
[water running]
Anna?
Anna?
[eerie music playing]