* What happened to my world
* Where did all the beautiful go *
* Why does life have to hurt
* And do I really wanna know
* What happened to my world
* What happened to the time
* Did every moment just slip away *
* I thought happiness was mine
* I guess that's just an old cliche *
* What happened to the time
- Is that the guy?
- Does he look like a plastic surgeon to you, dipstick?
This is candy ass.
- Yeah, we don't even have any hard evidence yet.
No, this.
Us.
Doing a stakeout?
Like we don't know we're being sidelined.
- You know what, don't blame me.
You're the one who flapped your cocksuck
at Captain Brick-Up-His-Ass, okay?
- Okay, his wife had two legs
and then shows up to a cookout with one.
Am I not supposed to comment?
- Generally speaking, no.
You know you're not.
- Jesus.
- Do you have my numbers?
- Can't it wait till I finish?
- The fuck is taking so long?
- Dr. Shifflett.
It takes time to set up the accounts in a way that's-
- That's, that's, that.
- That's what?
I can't.
- That makes sense.
What I do is art and- - Jesus Christ.
- Forgive me for wanting to-
- Just sit your ass at the desk and get it the fuck done.
Okay?
Don't fuck with me today, Andy.
We've got Marin Wallace coming in.
- Oh, it's today?
- I know you've got a thing for her.
Don't fucking play coy with me.
- I have a thing.
She's just really pretty and nice to me.
- Dude, no one gives a shit.
Just do me a favor and don't slobber all over yourself
when she gets here.
- All right.
Can you...
I can't finish if you're in here.
- You're so fucking embarrassing, Andy.
And wash your fucking hands.
- Wash your fucking hands.
- You gonna sit your asses there
and watch Dr. Shifflett's office.
- Yeah, I said we're here!
Fuck!
- Now, don't you get
a smartass mouth with me, motherfucker!
- We're not, Cindy.
We got everyone's profiles and we'll keep you posted.
- That is all, detective.
- Fucking assbelch.
Jesus.
- You know, 15 years ago, we just would've gone up there,
busted down the goddamn door, guns blazing.
Would've had this whole shit wrapped up in five minutes.
- It's total bullshit.
- Honestly.
- Oh, wait.
Speaking of bullshit.
Would you look at this prick right here?
Where's his ski lift?
Frosty the snowballs.
What a fucking jackoff.
- I was hoping.
- That Shif would only higher bald pieces of shit
to work here?
Oh, what?
Jesus Christ, right?
He looks like a sandwich spokesman.
Goddamn.
- Who is he?
- Oh, okay.
Yeah. Well, let's see.
Fatty number two is Gene, no name.
Weird.
Ex-CIA. - CIA?
- Was canned for extreme anger issues
and delusions of grandeur.
Sounds like my wife.
Recently divorced, no kids.
He seems to be a total loser.
And my guess is he's probably the muscle of this operation.
- Muscle.
Looks like a bloated shitstain to me.
- Goddamn, I hope he was breathing
as he went up those stairs.
He's such a fat piece of shit.
- Oh, you've been working out?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
- So you figure out tonight?
- No, I can't.
I have my daughter.
- Hey.
I'm not asking.
- Oh, does doctor need a spanking?
- Oh, I think you know exactly what doctor wants.
Yo, money man.
- Fuck.
- You done yet?
- You know I'm not.
- What you drinking there?
Fucking gravy?
Fix your hair.
- Fuck this fucking deadline!
Jesus!
- Seems mad like Ikea's having an online sale,
but the shop floor's not matching what the online sale says.
- No wonder he didn't have any hair.
- Fucking trying to ruin my life.
I need more time to do this shit.
Goddammit.
- If he jumps, you're doing the paperwork.
His ass is gonna splat.
- I mean, I guess the cleanup
would be like a hose.
I mean, how do you clean pudding off of pavement?
- A hose, a fire hose, that's a lot of splat.
- You fucking drinking gravy?
Shut your mouth, you Aussie fuck.
I'm drinking goddamn coffee.
You know it's fucking coffee.
Don't say that in front of the goddamn receptionist.
Just make me look a fucking idiot.
- What if I took a shot at him right now?
Just in the leg?
He wouldn't even feel it.
- I mean, does butter feel anything?
- Well, let's change some lives, shall we?
- I need more time.
- Gene.
Gene here, he's going to babysit you until you're done.
He's more capable than he looks.
Today.
- You should probably go to work now, Andy.
- All right, let's do this.
Okay.
Let's get this day over with.
- I'm sorry, I just have to say,
I'm a huge fan of your short stories.
- There's certainly promise.
- Thank you.
- And we're so excited
to have you at Miller and Kale.
We're so excited to publish your book.
I mean, I cried when I read "Choices".
- Yes, it moved me.
- The outline, may we see?
- I bet she's already into chapters.
How many chapters?
Three?
- Maybe.
- Maybe? - Maybe, what's maybe?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
- My idea
that I have
will be ready soon.
- She's scared. - She's not scared.
- Excuse me! - I'm sorry!
- Ladies, ladies, let her speak.
- I'm a goddamn deer in headlights.
- I need a manuscript in three weeks
or I will murder everyone in this room.
- They hate me.
I was supposed to have a draft to them today,
and I have nothing, absolutely nothing.
You know, I spent my whole life on that first one
and it's just the collection of short stories.
I'm not a novel writer.
I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
Why did I agree to this?
- I'm sure it's not that bad.
Writers blow past their deadlines all the time.
- They already paid me in advance.
I feel like I'm just stealing from them.
I still have to deal with dad
and I still have to deal with his ashes and his-
- The short stories you wrote, your first book,
how did you come up with them again?
- I don't, I don't know.
I-
- Fuck you, you don't know.
- You know, some of them just came to me in a dream
or they were just there.
- That's right.
They came to you in a dream.
That means you're a great fucking writer, bitch.
Deal with it.
I mean, look at dad.
He spent his whole life trying to save sea turtles.
Fucking sea turtles!
Why can't you apply some of that passion to your work?
- Okay.
- Really?
And who told you that?
- My fiance.
- Right.
And he said they're perfect?
- Yes.
Well, he said he was happy.
- Ah, happy.
Right.
If he's happy, then I guess we're done here.
36.
24.
36.
- What would you have in mind?
- Well, I have a couple of ideas.
How old did you say we were again?
- 24.
- Oh.
I'm going to be brutally honest with you, okay?
You're a six at best.
My job is to take you from that six up to a ten.
Right now, you're hookup material,
but you're not marriage material.
What I suggest is that you let me do my job.
I'm gonna take all of this and I'm gonna throw it away.
I'm gonna fix it.
And then maybe if you're lucky,
you'll get to walk down the aisle
like daddy's little princess.
Okay?
Okay.
Why don't you grab your clothes and we'll get outta here.
- Okay.
- Hey.
Super proud of your progress.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
You're gonna look 10 times better.
Have a great day, sweetheart.
Is he done yet?
- Who?
- What's going on?
Peter?
- He took my fucking money.
- Marin Wallace!
Marin Wallace!
Marin Wallace, roll it down, roll it down.
Yeah, roll it down.
All the way down, keep coming.
Peter Shifflett is a fraud, okay?
He convinces women to get plastic surgery,
even though they absolutely don't need it, okay?
I mean, look at you, Marin, you're beautiful.
You don't need that shit.
Do not get plastic surgery from that guy,
'cause you're better than that, all right?
Okay, I'm just, I'm gonna give you my car.
That's what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna give you my car.
Put it on Craigslist's, sell it for $500.
Buy yourself something nice just for you.
Fuck everybody else.
I love you.
Wait for me, Marin!
* I've been traveling down the road *
* Looking for a place called home *
* But sometimes I don't know
* Where I belong
* I've been twisting in my sleep *
* Looking for a better dream
* But they're all escaping me
* That's the way it goes sometimes *
* So I keep on moving the best I can *
* Rolling with devil, holdin' angel's hands *
* Sometimes I'm lonely
* But mostly I'm glad to be alive *
* That's why
* I run
* Every highway goes somewhere
* That the locals all come there *
* I'm gonna find my own, I swear *
* I'm gonna settle down
* I keep on moving the best I can *
* Rolling with devil, holdin' angel's hands *
* Sometimes I'm lonely
* But mostly I'm glad to be alive *
* That's why
* I run
- Yeah, Bob Taylor, please.
Hey, BT.
What's going on, man?
It's Andy Fielder.
Hey, listen, I need a big motherfucking favor from you.
Can I come see you?
Where are you?
Venice?
Venice.
Venice, Venice, Venice.
Yeah, fuck it, I can make that work.
Coming right now.
* Making deals with the devil, holding angel's hands *
* Sometimes I'm lonely
* But mostly I'm glad to be alive *
* That's why
* I run
- The last number dialed on Andy's phone
was for a woman in Los Angeles.
- So what are you telling me?
Is that where he went?
- Probably.
That's where I would go.
The weather's great.
I hear it's really dry there.
- Okay, just get her address
and call the idiot.
- Okay, so then I'll just-
Mother Murphy!
- What the fuck, Gene?
- Sorry, I almost hit a whole family of opossums.
- Just call Bishop.
Fucking asshole.
- Hey, Gene.
- Hi, Todd.
- It's Bishop.
- Todd, I've got a job for you.
- What kind of job?
- Oh, just the important kind, that's all.
So why don't I text you an address
and you get your heinie over there and stake it out.
We've got a sweet little baby lamb
who's wandered off with something
that doesn't belong to him.
Do you catch my shit?
- No, not really.
What does he have?
- That doesn't matter to you.
- It doesn't matter.
- That's what I said.
It doesn't matter
to you.
- Well, I think it would be helpful
to know what this sweet baby lamb has that's so important.
I mean, how am I supposed to know
how much pressure to put on?
- He's got a bunch of money
that belongs to Dr. Shifflett, all right?
He stole it.
And we want it back.
Jesus.
Sense of entitlement in these kids.
- I don't know, Gene.
Gotta work in the morning.
Got a new job, new life, new house, so.
- No, you don't.
You live with your crazy French mother
and you hate it.
- Look, Gene.
- Daddy's not asking, sweet pea.
- I know I owe Shifflett a lot, but-
- Hey.
Do you want off my list or not?
You do this and that happens.
- List?
What list?
- You know what list, smarty man.
You know.
- Oh, shit.
That list.
- Oh!
That shit list is right, my friend.
Now, why don't you get yourself together,
get over there and get this the F done.
- Lights up, Jim Cagney.
What's up?
No.
Throw one away.
What's up, bitch?
No.
What's up, bitch?
No, way too much.
Way too much.
Scale it back.
Be softspoken.
Be charming, you know?
But firm.
Chest hair.
Eastwood.
Hey, you scared?
Yeah.
Yeah, like that.
Now...
Do me a favor.
Don't scream.
Wow.
That's some Oscar level shit right there.
- Andy, what the hell are you doing here?
Ummmmm
$3 million?
You stole $3 million from your boss?
Are you insane?
- No.
- You're his accountant.
- You know, I was more of like a bill collector really.
- Yeah, so what you still stole from him.
- The guy's evil, Joy.
I had to.
- What do you mean you had to?
I mean, you're not a criminal.
Your life is good.
- Yeah, hardly.
You have no idea how truly shitty
and soul crushing my life is.
- Okay, why do you say he's evil?
- Tax fraud, fraud, evasion.
I think he was running illegal prescription drugs
with this guy, Gene.
He wanted me to set up overseas accounts for him
just so he could run.
And I almost did it too.
- But Andy, I mean, you stole from him.
You know he can go to prison for this, right?
Where's the money now?
- It's safe.
It's in a place.
- It's in a place.
Oh my God, who are you?
- I have no idea and it feels amazing.
- God.
- What if he has guys coming after you?
- He's a plastic surgeon from Wilmette, Joy,
not a mafia boss from the seventies.
He doesn't have guys.
- Andy, you disappeared the same day his money did.
He's gonna come after you.
You know that, right?
- Oh, wow.
Andy's dad died recently.
Unexpected heart attack.
Jesus, he was really young.
- Dave.
Ahh, Shit.
They tracked Andy to LA.
- Oh shit.
What about Shifflett?
- No, he's definitely, he's still here.
- Oh, we're good though.
Who loves you, kid?
- Hey, hey.
Hey.
Fucker, you want some coffee?
Wait, how did you call me last night?
- I have my phone.
Why? - Is it a burner phone?
- What?
- This is your real phone?
- Yeah.
- This is why you're not a criminal.
You don't even have a security code on this thing.
Okay, you know what?
It's off.
Andy, you need to leave. - Ow, Jesus.
- I need you to leave.
- You know, I'm not trying to get you into trouble.
- I know Andy, but you called me
so now they know who I am.
And I'm sorry, you have to leave.
All right, here, I'll give you my number.
All right, now, you get rid of that phone
and you get a prepaid phone.
And don't call anyone in Chicago.
Actually, don't call anyone at all, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
Now, look at me and tell me that you're gonna leave town.
Okay, promise me you'll do that.
- My bag.
- There's your bag.
Here.
Now, do you promise me?
- No.
- Why not?
- Please God, with the yelling.
- Why not?
- Because there's some things I gotta do, okay?
- What are you hiding?
- Look, it's important.
I have to do-
- Andy, I love you,
but you're being a really big asshole right now, all right?
This is not a game, man. - I know it's not game.
- This is just some serious shit.
Just promise me you'll do the right thing.
- I will, after tomorrow.
- Oh my God.
All right, just go.
Just leave.
Leave!
- Yeah, yeah.
Hey, Dr. Shifflett.
No, I found him,
but Gene texted me the wrong address.
But guess what?
I tracked that sweet baby lamb's phone.
- I want him and my fucking money tonight
or I swear to God, I'll murder every single one of you.
Fucking amateurs.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
* You think nothing can touch you *
* You think you got it made
* There is a judge above you
* Gonna catch up with you one day *
* You say you run with devil
* You say you're not afraid
* I see an angry angel
* Gonna catch up with you one day *
* If your soul is sorry
* You might be saved
* But if your heart is heavy
* Gonna catch up with you one day *
* Better watch out
* You can't run forever
* You're gonna kneel and pray
* The Book of Revelations' gonna catch up with you one day *
* If your soul is sorry
* You might be saved
* But if your heart is heavy
* Gonna catch up with you one day *
- My name's Mel.
What do they call you?
- Just Andy.
- Well shit, Just Andy.
Let's get you squared away, okay?
We're gonna take good care of you, real good care of you.
- You a screenwriter or something?
- Oh that.
Yeah, some.
Sold, one few years ago.
I write for myself, mainly.
- Hope it works out.
- It won't.
But here you go.
- So we gonna sign some paperwork or something?
- Hell no, Just Andy.
Paperwork's for shitass corporations.
This here, family-owned.
The way we firm this fucker up
is we have ourselves a little shot.
- Management makes you do shots every time you book a room?
- I am management.
Here's to us.
- So what's your screenplay about?
- Guns.
* You think nothing can touch you *
* You think you got it made
* There is a judge above you
* Gonna catch up with you one day *
* If your soul is sorry
* You might be saved
* But if your heart is heavy
- Oh fuck.
* Gonna catch up with you one day *
- What the fuck, Gene?
- Sorry, doctor.
- I'm about to rip your head off your disgusting body!
Can you hear me?
- That's my ear, doctor!
- Fuck!
- Howdy.
- Hey, random question.
Would you happen to have a car that I could borrow
for just a few hours?
That's it, just a few hours.
I just, you know,
thought we got along so well earlier that maybe, you know,
you might have a car I could borrow.
- Cars ain't never held my personality right.
But I do have a sexy ass truck out there,
if that might interest you.
- Does it work?
- With a little motivation,
I'm sure she'll run just fine.
She's right outside.
- Keys.
- In the visor.
- Just like in the movies.
- That's it.
- You're the janitor, right?
You wanna help me out with something?
I'll totally make it worth your while, I promise.
Hop on in.
- Oh, hey.
- Who the hell are you?
- Oh, baby, I'm the new man in your life.
Hey, do us a favor, don't scream.
Are you scared?
- Yes.
- Good.
Now, walk.
- Okay.
- There you go.
Nice and easy.
- Okay. - Move it, toots.
Okay, I'm moving. - Let's go, move.
- I'm moving, I'm moving.
- Where's Andy, your pal?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
He was here and then I asked him to leave
so he left.
I don't know where he is.
- Okay.
I believe you.
- It's the truth.
- I know.
Sit.
- Okay.
- He told you what he did, didn't he?
- Yeah, he stole some money.
- Yes, he did.
And my boss wants it back tonight,
which means I want it back tonight,
which means Andy has to give it to me when?
- Tonight.
- Beautiful.
She learns.
Now, how do we make that happen?
Did he tell you where it is?
- He said it was in a place.
- In a place.
Who the hell talks like that?
Come here.
Yeah.
Me and you, we're in this shit here together,
so help me find the money.
- You've got a gun on me.
I don't think this is together.
- We're in this together.
- Okay.
- So help me find the money and nothing bad happens,
I promise.
Yeah.
There it is.
- Okay.
Okay.
He's gonna call me later.
- Good.
That's a lovely adobe walkway you have there.
- Thanks.
- It is adobe, right?
- I don't really know.
- Hell yeah, man.
Good for you.
You know, good for you.
Screw that.
You don't need that place.
Stupid job.
I had a bad job.
I had a bad boss.
Had a bad life.
You know, good for us, man.
We're changing stuff, you know?
We're changing everything.
All right, I'll be back.
- There it is.
Get it.
- Hey, Andy.
I thought you weren't gonna use this phone anymore.
Remember, you lied to me.
- I didn't have time to get a burner.
- You don't listen.
- No, they don't know about you, I promise.
Are you home now?
- Yes.
- Okay, can you meet me somewhere?
- Sure.
- Meet me at Terry Kaufman Park.
Meet me there in an hour.
- Okay, Andy-
- Really?
I swear to Christ, if you give me any shit tonight.
Does he know what kind of car you drive?
- No.
- Good.
We'll take mine.
Let's go.
- Track me now, bitch.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
Oh my God, oh my God.
Buckle up.
We're flying.
Hold on to your ball bag, bro.
- Fuck you.
I can do a hundred push-ups.
- For shit.
Let's see it.
Right now, you wanna see?
- No, tomorrow.
- No, get out of the car then. - Right now.
- Get outta the car then.
- Don't try any funny stuff.
- Okay.
- So where are you from anyway?
- Zihuatanejo.
- Ah, you know Andy Dufresne?
How could you be so obtuse?
Is it deliberate?
Shawshank.
- Andy and I grew up together and you know she is harmless.
- Yeah, well, if old Andy boy was so harmless,
you wouldn't be driving around LA with a gun in your back,
would you?
- Just promise me you're not gonna hurt him.
- Would you just drive, mom?
Jesus.
- You know, you are an adult.
You can make your own decisions.
I mean, everyone has choices.
- Are you quoting your own book to me right now?
- Wait, you read it?
- Dude, watch the road!
Geez.
- Did you like it?
- I'm not really a short stories guy.
- Yeah, I get it.
Totally.
Not a short stories guy.
- Yours were okay.
- 88.
- Minus 78.
- Fuck you.
- Such a good movie.
Except for I never understand that last part
because he- - Mumbles.
- Mumbles it!
He mumbles it.
Yeah.
Oh, you ever do that?
You ever get like song lyrics wrong
or, you know, movie quotes wrong
and you realize you've been doing it forever?
God, I'm such an idiot.
I embarrass so easily too.
- Yeah, I need you to track that number
that I gave you.
Are you sure?
Okay.
Well, he's here.
That means get out.
Hey, young Teri, what've you got for us?
- We tracked Andy's phone to an alley in downtown LA.
Found security cam footage.
Check this shit out.
- We had a warrant for his phone?
- Of course we did.
They must have lured him into the alley.
I think there was a money exchange or something.
- I don't negotiate with terrorists.
Tell me where the money is
or I shoot the shit out of both of you.
- Put the gun away or the money's gone.
I swear to God, it's gone.
- Until...
- Jesus.
They tased the guy?
- Great job, man.
- What the fuck?
So I was bait?
- Yeah, I had to get him out here somehow.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
You asshole.
- They threw his ass in the back of a truck and drove off.
All right, detectives, I gotta run.
- Hey, you sure you don't a swig there, cheese dick?
- It'll make the metal in your mouth real tingly.
- God, I wish I was his age.
- Fucking handsome prick.
Bet he gets his dick wet every night.
- Yeah, I miss those days.
- You never had those days.
* That's what I want
* I won't sleep till that's what I got *
* The whole wide world in my hand *
* That's what I want
- Does Shifflett know about Joy?
That's all I want to know.
- No.
- See?
- Oh, good.
It's settled then.
Of course, he's not lying.
- I'm not.
- How many people have you killed?
- None.
- Dude, you are such a liar.
- Look, I was roofing houses in Burbank a week ago.
Look at Andy's pocket.
Do it.
Get in his shit.
- What's in Andy's pocket?
What the hell is this?
- Is that a prop gun?
- I got it one of those novelty shops in Hollywood.
Looks real, doesn't it?
I know you probably think I'm this international assassin,
badass, kidnapper guy,
but Shifflett paid for my contractor's license.
I owe him.
He's the only reason I'm here.
- You're a fucking roofer?
- We can track Bishop's phone.
- I can track any phone anytime.
It's what I did for the Corp.
You see, Peter...
What I did was I hid all of my surveillance equipment
in the garage during the divorce.
Jackie didn't get any of it.
Nope.
And it's because she did not know about it,
because I hid it in the garage
during our
painful,
prolonged
uncoupling phase.
- Christ.
- She did not know about it or that it even existed
because what I did was-
- Just let me know when you find him.
Okay, big guy?
- Thank you for trusting me.
I will never disappoint you.
After the divorce,
I was looking for purpose
and
meaning in my life,
and you came along at just the right time
and gave me an opportunity to sell prescription drugs
and murder people for you.
You
saved my-
- You should probably crack on now.
Okay, Gene?
Off you pop.
- Want twig and berries?
- Not the twig, just the berries.
- Come on, bro.
It was a prop gun.
Shit wasn't even real.
We all have choices.
Okay, okay, all right.
I'll play ball.
Gene and Shifflett flew in today.
Gene's got a bunch of this really creepy tracking software.
He's tracking your phone right now.
- So if you have a plan, you have to tell me.
Well?
What the hell are you doing?
- What, I smoke sometimes when I'm feeling stressed.
- You can't run away from these people forever, man.
Don't you know how this business works, Andy?
- Yes, I know how this business works, Joy.
Don't talk to me like I don't know stuff.
I'm sick of that.
- Fine, okay?
But you know I can't go home until we settle this.
So I need to know now what the fuck the plan is.
- I don't know yet.
I'm sorry.
- You come here and you completely destroy my life
and you're sorry?
You know, fuck you, Andy.
- Okay.
- Come on, I'm formulating a-
I'm sorry.
- Oh my God.
- What?
- Come here.
Give me your phone.
- Why? - Just give me
your fucking phone. - Give her the phone!
- Hey!
I got pictures on there.
- What the fuck is that?
- It's a SoCal Special, sir.
It's a baby spinach, pineapple white sauce pizza with,
well, cilantro,
oregano accents,
various maudling roots, craned carrot stalk, which you know,
all combines for a very-
- I thought I ordered a pizza, mate.
- It is a pizza.
- No, that's a pair of panties
that you've whipped up in there.
That's what that is.
Fuck it, give it.
I'm starving.
- That'll be 34 even, sir.
- $34.
- Yes.
- No tip.
- Lesson learned, bitch.
- And don't you forget it.
You better have some good news for me, Gene
or I swear to Christ.
- I found them.
- And my money?
- No, not yet.
There's someone else with them.
Some big Mexican fella.
- All right.
Do whatever you want with the others.
But Andy's mine, understand me?
- Yes.
- I can't hear you, Gene.
- I said yes, Peter, all yours.
- Snookie want some num-nums?
- All right, we don't know who's out there.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
I think you guys should hold hands like you're a couple.
Then you'll go for-
Yeah, come on, come on, let's try it.
Let's just try it.
Pretend like you're a couple, so just, let's just do it.
- Don't worry.
You're safe.
- I'm worried.
- Oh, hey, Gene.
- Hola.
Little shit!
I am calling your father the minute I get home, Todd.
- I thought his name was Bishop.
- Bishop is his last name.
He thinks it makes him sound cooler.
You're not cool.
Andy Fielder.
You dickless little worm turd.
When Peter told me
that you were the one who stole his money.
How dare you!
All right, everybody in the corner.
Come on, in the corner.
Let's go.
Yep.
All right.
Into the bathroom.
Everybody into the bathroom.
That's right.
Fred.
Daphne.
Shaggy.
Velma.
In you go.
- Dick.
- Damn it!
- Can't believe he called me Todd.
It's Bishop.
- I need to call my wife.
- Call her right now, man.
- I need to say bye.
- Okay.
- We're not gonna die, are we? - Yeah, we're not gonna die.
- Looks like it.
- Okay.
You can come out now.
Well...
Anyone?
Andy, everybody is about to get shot real bad now.
Is that what you want?
Or do you maybe want to tell me where my money is?
- What do you mean your money?
It's Shifflett's money.
- Right in the Rectus femoris!
- Maybe now you will
keep that smart ass yapper of yours shut.
And somebody needs to tell Pop Gun Rodriguez over here
to lower his eyebrows before I blow them both off his face.
- All right, all right.
Just let them go.
I'll take you.
All right, all right, fuck!
Jesus!
It's in Venice.
- Well, let's go then.
Come on, everybody.
Let's go.
Just the Apache.
I don't want you two
working out another one of your really smart plans, do I?
Come on, let's go.
Field trip.
Everybody on the bus.
Fuck!
Really, in the fucking ear?
Oh, shit!
Why are you making me do this to you?
He's coming for you, Andy.
And fuck you, Todd.
- My God, Mel, are you okay?
- I got shot.
No, I'm not okay.
- What can I do?
- You can check this shit out.
- Do you always wear a bulletproof vest to work?
- Yeah, I work nights and I pull guns on people.
Of course I wear a bulletproof fest.
- I thought you were showing me your tits.
I thought you were gonna show me your tits.
- I wouldn't put it past me.
- Me neither.
Sun's coming up.
- Yeah, long night.
- Hell yeah.
- How is he?
- It's just a flesh wound.
Don't worry about it.
I got a bed over in Sylmar that'll stitch him up.
- Geez.
Mel, I am so sorry for-
- For what?
For me having some of the most fun I've had in years?
Are you kidding me, man?
I got my "Fistful of Dollars" moment.
I should be thanking your ass.
- What about that asshole in the room back there?
- Don't you even worry about him.
I'll take out the trash later on when the dust settles.
- Thanks for everything.
- Jesus Christ, Gene, I've been waiting all night.
- Gene's dead, Doc.
You dick.
- Where's my money?
- Let's meet somewhere and I'll give it to you.
- Just like that?
- Just like that.
- Just you, me, cops, fucking FBI?
- Nope.
Just me, asshole.
- Not really getting the angle here, Andrew.
- Joy.
She stays out of it.
If you can promise me that, you'll have your money back.
- The big Mexican stays out of it too.
- Fine.
- I don't know why I'm gonna trust you with this, but...
- You don't have a choice.
I got your balls in a sling.
- I'll send an address.
- Okay.
Fucking asshole.
- Babe.
Honey.
Pumpkin.
- You killed a guy with your bare hands.
- He had it coming.
- I can't believe I saw that.
Got one more stop to make if that's okay with you.
- Be careful with this one.
Be extra careful with this one.
It's heavy.
If your father knew I was doing this for you,
he'd crawl up out of his grave
and kick the living shit outta me.
- He'd do the same thing to me too.
- I don't want to know why or what this is even for.
Just be careful, okay?
- Look, I know this looks weird, but-
- No, you just take care of yourself, son.
I hope this helps.
- This is gonna help.
Oh God.
Oh God!
I can't feel my thighs.
Are my eyes bleeding?
Oh my God.
Oh God.
All right, 7:45 on the nose.
This is gonna sound weird,
but pretty sure you're my best friend.
- Vaya con dios, amigo.
- I had a girlfriend once.
I'm here.
Hello, hello.
Ching, ching, money man.
You've got a huge set of balls on you.
I mean, seriously.
Where have those things been, huh?
- It's just me.
- Show me.
- It's all there.
I mean, I took some for expenses, but you know.
- Where's the big Mexican?
- He's Cuban, actually.
He's down the street.
- Who is he.
- A friend.
Best friend, maybe?
I don't know, I've never actually had one.
- Why'd you do it?
I mean, you of all fucking people.
- I don't know.
I just, I guess I just wanted a good story.
- Open the bag.
- Fuck it.
- The fuck you doing?
- Getting loose, bitch.
- You can't be serious.
- Oh yeah, baby.
You want a piece?
You think you can hold hot fire?
- Dude, you're fucking hysterical right now.
I kind of don't even want to kill you anymore.
- Darcie's been cheating on you, by the way.
- Oh, Darcie?
I have a hundred Darcies.
- You'll care when she gets the blood work back.
- Okay.
This is gonna be fun for me, not for you.
You are about to have a very bad night, friend.
That's all you got, isn't it?
- No.
- Darcie has herpes, you piece of shit!
- Stop saying that!
- She's got everything.
Real white trash buffet down there.
- Steal from me, you fuck!
I lost my dad too, Andy.
You don't see me crying about it.
You go to work, you sack up,
you do your job like a fucking man.
Christ.
A luggage lock?
- Protection.
You'll regret not using some with Darcie.
- Stop saying that!
She doesn't have diseases.
- Yes, she does.
- You're a fucking nobody, Andy!
A fucking nobody!
Give me the key.
Come on.
Give me the key, Andy.
I'm done playing around.
You're a fucking nobody, Andy.
A fucking nobody!
You don't have the balls, Andy.
Me on the other hand.
I hope it was worth it.
- You still think I'm a nobody?
- Oh, you fat-
- Andy!
* Born a worm
* Spins a cocoon
* Goes to sleep
* Wakes up a butterfly
* Oh what the fuck is that about *
* What the fuck is that about
* Born a worm
* Spins a cocoon
* Goes to sleep
* Wakes up a butterfly
* Oh what the fuck is that about *
* What the fuck is that about
* Born a worm
* Spins a cocoon
* Goes to sleep
* Wakes up a butterfly
* Oh what the fuck is that about *
* What the fuck is that about
- You know, if they think
we're gonna look past this bullying incident,
they have another thing coming.
I wasn't PTA president for three years for nothing.
You know, maybe I should run for superintendent.
That'll teach them just.
Just in time.
Come, come sit.
Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.
Come on.
You look better.
- Thank you.
- You feeling good?
Eat, eat.
Come on.
Okay.
Because there is dignity in every job.
So I told them, I said,
"Andres, you need to get back out there
and just do something better.
I'm so tired of you sulking around.
I said, "You will not be a bad example for my children.
I won't have it."
- Well, thank you-
- I know this is about his self-worth,
and I know how important
it is for a man to be self-sufficient.
He's such a good man.
How are you feeling, sweetheart?
I'm sorry we could only use what we had here.
- Yeah, sore but better.
Thank you.
- I can't believe they just jumped you like that
while you were moving into your new home.
- Yeah, this came outta nowhere.
- Santa Monica's supposed to be a safe and quiet place.
I mean, I can't believe it.
- I know.
Bad people everywhere, I guess.
- Ugh, this world.
That's so true.
I'm gonna need you to finish that.
- Hey, are you all right, buddy?
- Yeah.
This yard sale and old ladies get aggressive, you know?
- I guess.
- You mind taking me to the ocean at the PCH there?
- Yeah.
- Thanks, man.
- Andres!
Oh my God!
Oh my God, oh my God!
Oh my God!
Andres!
Who is Mel and Joy?
I mean...
What?
- Hello?
Dead?
LA, huh?
We must have missed-
Christ.
- Just push it in.
- Okay.
Christ, man.
It's time to go.
Shifflett's dead.
- What?
How?
- He got blown up by a goddamn bomb.
- Jesus.
Where?
- In LA.
- So...
- Yeah.
- We blew it.
- Fuck it, let's grab a beer.
- Happy birthday, Pop.
- Stacy.
- Yes.
- I loved it.
- Thank you.
- Are you sure?
- I said I loved it.
I loved every page.
I also lost my father this year,
and I think yours would appreciate the tribute.
Thank you, Farrah.
- We'll be in touch. - Okay.
- You know, you're gonna have to write a sequel, right?
- Your attention, please.
* I want the whole thing
* The big life, the brass ring
* Give me the good stuff
* That's what I want more of
* That's what I want
* I won't sleep till that's what I've got *
* The whole wide world in my hands *
* That's what I want
* I want to bring it
* To take names and win it
* I'll go till I'm done
* Till I get what I want
* That's what I want
* I won't sleep till that's what I've got *
* The whole wide world in my hands *
* That's what I want
* I can't sleep, I can't talk
* I can't stop until I have it all *
* That's what I want
* I won't sleep till that's what I've got *
* The whole wide world in my hands *
* That's what I want
* Feel like I'm strapped to a rocketship *
* It wasn't built for me
* I wasn't made for it
* And so the questions is
* Where will that lead
* Stay right back here
* I'm not moving here, I'm not falling behind *
* The midrange
* I'm not struggling here
* I'm not falling behind
* The midrange
* I'm moving too, just in the midrange *
* The midrange, pulling back, scale down *
* The midrange, launch forward, fast and down *