01x04 - Black Cadillac

[bunniefuu]

Ezra: There's a price to pay for the wrong that we do.

A terrible price.

Your father called three times.

I thought we took care of him.

Oh, your mother hits harder than that.

You remember dad's girlfriend Claudette?

Mickey: I could cry thinking about that sweet black ass of hers.

Tommy: I just got a video of me doing something I shouldn't have been doing.

What are you doing there, Tommy?

Little man.

What's that?

Abby: Your son's getting in fights.

Bullshit. I fell at soccer.

Stu: I'm gonna make sure that she's banned from marlborough, Harvard- westlake... all of them...

'cause your husband f*cked my girlfriend.

Did you f*ck her?

No.

Eddie: I drove him over to a motel on Western Avenue.

You know he k*lled a priest.

Did you talk to the police?

They might think that I knew what he was planning to do.

Avi: He'll I.D. Mickey for $50k.

Do it.

Great g*ns you got there.

Ray: Call her. She likes you.

You like spaghetti?

Sure.

Van: I'm the guy that got you out of prison.

Mickey: What are you?

FBI? You know how many punks would've wanted to k*ll me in walpole if they knew what I fed you people?

(Choir singing classical hymn)

♪

(Grunting)

(Funky soul music playing)

(Mickey grunting, woman moaning)

Can I get some f*cking privacy?

(Moaning)

♪ All right ♪
♪ do you want to get down with, baby? ♪
♪ do you want to get down with it? Whoo! ♪
♪ do you want to get down with, baby? ♪
♪ do you want to get down with it? Whoo! ♪
♪ do you want...

(Music stops abruptly)

(Vehicle whirring outside)

Marvin (outside): Hey!

Thing goes fast!

(Birds chirping)

(Sighs)

Yeah... boy...!

(Vehicle continues whirring outside)

Marvin: Oh!

Yeah!

(Whooping)

Circling these m*therf*ckers all day!

(Sirens wailing)

(Phone ringing)

Your guy Eddie just picked your father out of the lineup.

All systems are go, Ray.

Warrant's getting delivered today.

Make sure they know he's in L.A.

Yeah, when we get the warrant, we'll fax it to the LAPD.

They'll pick him up today?

Yeah.

Today.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah.

The arrest warrant's being issued right now.

I want eyes on him all day, Av.

You got it, boss.

I'll stay close.

(Chuckles)

(Grunts)

Wake up, knucklehead.

Let's get the show on the road.

Come on.

(Groans)

(Chuckles)

What's Daryll doing here?

We're all going to Palm Springs.

Palm Springs?

Daryll: Mm-hmm.

Why?

My mom lives there.

Gonna go get what's mine.

Let's bounce.

(Phone chimes)

Why are you all dressed up?

It's bel air academy family day, daddy.

Conor and I are taking the tour.

I thought we weren't doing that.

Mom said we were.

Oh, yeah?

She's gonna freak if you don't come.

Family day, huh?

You look nice.

Listen, abs, about this thing today...

You promised me, Ray.

Okay...

I know. It's just, I got some stuff...

You gave me your word.

Okay. One day...

All right. With no Ezra, no Lee, no Avi, no Lena, no work.

Okay, okay. No problem.

I'll bring the Donovan family over to Bel Air Academy.

Can we do this later, please?

I'm all dressed.

I know you are... that's the problem.

How do you get these freakin' things undone?

Come on. We got to get dressed.

Come on.

You got to get dressed.

All right.

(Sighs) (R&b music playing)

♪ I just want to melt ♪
♪ with you great kids come from great fucks. ♪

So I come from a great f*ck, huh?

Absolutely. (Chuckles)

What about me, pop?

Every relationship is different.

Your mother was a good cook.

(Laughs)

Daryll (over stereo): ♪ baby...

Oh, listen-listen-listen, pop.

I recorded this when I was 18.

♪ You hear me talkin' to you ♪
♪ check it out ♪

(off-key): ♪ girl, it's the first thing ♪
♪ in the morning, but I'm thinking ♪
♪ about your sweet thing ♪
♪ and it's got me feeling high you quit school to make that sh*t? ♪

Okay, first of all, it's not sh*t.

It's quality, okay?

♪ Damn, I'm a lucky guy, you know why? ♪

It's sh*t.

♪ Here's why ♪
♪ come on, come on, come on, girl ♪
♪ come on, come on, come on, girl ♪
♪ come on, come on, come on, girl ♪

Will you stop doing that?!

You're gonna break the f*cking thing!

You're gonna break it.

What are you talking about? I'm not even f*cking touching it!

Whatever, it's your car.

Yeah, 's my car. It means I'm the boss.

Whatever. Maybe I want some air.

Well, if you keep touching that, if that's broken, then the...

Cut it out, the two of ya!

♪ Come on, girl, come on, come on, come on... ♪

Avi: Mickey's going out of town with Daryll and Bunchy.

He's heading east on the 10.

(Quietly): Stick with 'em.

You've been on that phone all morning.

We're gonna be late. Let's go.

Call me later.

I will, boss.

Marvin: Hey, Mr. Donovan.

Hey, you buy me yet?

Who let you in here?

Marvin. (Laughs)

Who names their kid Marvin anymore?

He's named after Marvin gaye.

Who's that?

(Scoffs) Just the greatest R&B singer ever.

(Chuckles)

♪ Let's get it on ♪
♪ ooh, baby, let's get it on ♪

(chuckles)

(Abby laughs)

God, mom, gross.

Abby: Right, Conor.

Your father and I never messed around or anything.

You were conceived immaculate.

(Quietly): Immaculately.

I was making a joke.

Wait.

There.

Don't be nervous, sweetheart.

I'm not nervous.

You're nervous.

(Chuckles)

Potato pie: You can't keep skipping out on your dues.

How many f*cking times your grandma die?

Cual: That last one was my step-grandma, bro.

This one's the real one.

And I helped pay for her coffin.

Take it out of his winnings, pie.

Winnings? What winnings?

This p*ssy couldn't win a coin toss.

You're in a mood.

I'm sick of being broke.

You got a job.

We barely break even.

You let every kid come in here scam you.

They sign the deal.

We get a piece of the action.

Action?

We haven't had a decent fighter in years.

All these weird guys Bunchy bring in.

Those sad cats crying in the locker room.

Here. You're feeling tight, here you go.

This is what I'm talking about, Terence.

You're too g*dd*mn soft for your own good.

What you cooking for this lady, man?

Spaghetti.

You ain't gonna get laid with this sh*t, man.

She told me she liked spaghetti.

Can't get p*ssy from sh*t on a jar.

You got to make it from scratch.

f*ck all, who raised you anyway?

Daryll: Well, this is it.

What the f*ck kind of architecture is this?

My mom's new husband used to produce movies back in the '80s.

(Phone ringing)

He still hangs out with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell sometimes.

Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn?

Mm-hmm.

Give me a second.

Yeah.

Van: Where are you?

Beautiful Palm Springs.

You need to let me know when you leave town, Mickey.

Oh, yeah?

Why is that?

Because it's part of our deal.

I didn't know that.

There's a lot you don't know, Mickey.

A lot I didn't tell you.

And there's something I didn't tell you, Van.

What's that?

Go f*ck yourself.

What do you think, you're gonna kiss her?

(Gargles)

You never know.

Hey, listen, just so you guys know, my step-dad is a f*cking dickhead.

Got a doorbell there.

Behave yourself.

(Sighs)

Daryll.

Allan.

You must be Mickey.

That's right. Come on in.

And this is my son Bunchy.

Here. How are you? Oh.

Thank you... Mickey.

I wanted to thank you for taking care of Daryll while I was in the joint.

Oh. Eh.

Mickey.

Look at you.

Jesus.

Claudette. (Chuckles)

Claudette, you look great. Oh.

You haven't changed a bit.

That's nice of you to say that.

Black don't cr*ck. Oh.

(Chuckles) Come on in, guys.

Uh, can I offer you a, uh, beer?

Some lemonade? Come on in.

It's so beautiful.

I mean, my God.

Do you know where your father and I went to school?

Ah, come on. Southie.

Broken windows, all the desks had graffiti on them.

Yeah, Southie. We know, mom.

Will you look at this place?

Why am I so nervous?

Relax. You're the best looking woman here.

(Quietly): What's he doing here?

sh*t.

Uh, th-this is the time that we're... what?

Ray.

I mean, you don't call, you don't write.

I mean, what am I... (Chuckles)

Hello, Stu.

Hello, Abby.

You look lovely today.

And these are your...

Kids, right? Yeah.

My son goes here.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

He's leading the tours. Jamie, get over here.

Just drop her. What?

Dr-drop her and do him instead.

(Sighs) Okay, kid.

Come on with me.

We're gonna sign in.

All right. All right.

Come here.

That crazy c**t Ashley... why I keep f*cking her, ah, I can't explain.

What's the problem, Stu?

You know, when I tell her I'm leaving my wife, she actually believes me.

Yeah, she's bat-sh*t crazy, even for an actress.

Singer.

What-whatever the f*ck she is.

But two nights ago, right...

She breaks into my house and leaves a note for me in the g*dd*mn kitchen.

Freaked out my wife.

You think I need full-time security now or what, you know?

No.

You gonna take care of this for me?

I'm not working today, Stu.

(Sighs heavily)

Want to go in?

Yeah.

Let's go.

What did he want?

Relationship advice.

(Snickers)

Here at bel air academy, on a daily basis, we dwell in possibility.

We meet our students afresh every day and ask them to step up to the smorgasbord of learning and then watch as they assemble the toolkits for their futures.

Our students are well-rounded achievers...

(Whispers): Can you believe this?

(Whispers): Yeah, looks great.

Artistic and scientific.

(Mouthing)

Bel air graduates have made a significant contribution to our country.

(Cell phone vibrating)

Turn it off.

(Vibrating stops)

Ray.

And our wonderful faculty is the bedrock of our success, inspiring our students to build their own lives...

What's going on, Avi?

Yeah, they're in Palm Springs.

What the f*ck are they doing there?

Visiting some rich guy and his black wife.

Claudette.

You think he's gonna run?

I need him back in L.A. for the warrant.

But what if he doesn't come back to L.A.?

We need him back in L.A., Av.

Okay, Ray.

(Sighs)

How's it feel to be out, Mick?

Great.

Back with my family, where I belong.

Leave that sh*t alone.

Knock it off.

I've been saving this bottle of cognac for years.

1946.

Very rare.

Mickey: How much does a bottle like that set you back?

Well, you know the old saying: If you have to ask, you can't afford it.

I know the saying.

Cost me $2,000 when I bought it back in '95.

What is this, like, oil in your hair?

Touching me... it's product.

Product?

I'm not telling you again.

It's him. It's gross.

This one's not having any.

He's, uh, sober.

Though he doesn't act it.

Allan: The secret to happiness...

Is freedom.

Here's to your new life, Mick.

f*cking good toast, Allan.

Thank you.

(Sighs)

Sip it, Daryll.

Come on. Take it easy.

He flips from the fire escape, pulls out the p*stol from the cop's holster and sh**t three guys dead.

And all in his underwear, because he was making out with that chick when the bad guys found him.

Tommy Wheeler is badass.

Hey, guys, Tommy Wheeler's, like, one of my best friends.

Tommy Wheeler? Bullshit.

I'm serious. My dad works with him, and we talk all the time.

No f*cking way.

I can prove it.

That could be anyone.

It's not though. I could call him right now and he'd pick up.

Do it then.

Yeah. Do it.

Come on. Go ahead.

Nah, mm-mm.

Put it on speaker.

(Line ringing)

Tommy: Little dude, what's up?

Hey, Tommy.

Just looking for a new school and sh*t.

Cool. Did you see my movie yet?

Nope, not yet, but I'm gonna.

Well, come to my house, and I'll screen it for you.

Tell your dad.

Okay.

I got to go.

Okay, little man. See ya.

Bye.

Did, uh...

Tommy Wheeler suck your d*ck yet?

What?

My dad produces his movies.

Says he's a degenerate h*m*.

So if Tommy wants to hang out with you, he's just trying to get into your pants.

He's a total perv.

(Boys chuckling, murmuring)

Man: I'm sure most of you took the requisite Shakespeare courses in college.

Our curriculum begins with Hamlet.

After all, he was a teenager who hated his mother and stepfather.

(Parents chuckling, cell phone vibrating)

After Hamlet, we move on to Romeo and Juliet... more teenage angst.

Uh, it's an easier sell before we move on to the histories.

We start with the English histories, do Richard II, Henry V.

And if that doesn't k*ll them, we're gonna move on to the Roman histories next.

We're gonna have coriolanus, Julius Caesar.

Of course, at that point, they'll be begging for nonstop Simpsons reruns.

(Parents chuckling)

Girl: So, basically, they have to accept me because of my father.

But I still have to take that stupid entrance exam.

Oh, my God, I know.

I had two private teachers last time, and I still totally tanked.

(Laughs)

Are you flying to Aspen for the holiday?

No. I get so airsick flying out of Santa Monica airport.

I know! My ears go crazy and all the food platters fall.

(Groans)

Do you go to Aspen?

Uh, no.

Oh, my God. Are those keds?

Yeah. Yes.

You are so lucky.

My mother refuses to buy them for me because she thinks they don't have arch support. (Chuckles)

Yeah. You must have really good feet.

Maybe. Thanks.

Where do you go to school?

Calabasas.

Oh, my God. (Laughs)

What?

You are so lucky.

No one would even know you here.

You could, like, be anyone.

(Quietly): Hmm.

Terry: Dip, slip, punch.

Sit down in your punches.

Okay, boss, you tell me.

Yeah, it's good.

Good? My aunt keithie taught me how to make this.

She was a ugly woman with tits that hung down to her belly button.

I said it was good.

And she was mean as hell.

But she cooked so good that she actually got six men to marry her.

So? So...

If this recipe got my aunt keithie laid, it should work for you, too.

Keep your eyes on the target.

You're very f*cking welcome.

Time!

(Makes whooshing sounds)

You wanna go? You wanna go?

Let's do this, huh?

Get out of here.

Come on. (Laughs)

f*ck!

(Laughs)

Jesus, Bunch!

You got my f*cking hair wet!

So what?

So what?! I got product in it!

I told you that!

What's your problem?

Bunch!

You m*therf*cker!

f*cking assh*le, I told you I didn't want to get wet!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Huh?

Cut it out, man.

So, you're a movie producer, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Ever make anything good?

Good? (Chuckles)

I don't know about that.

Made a hell of a lot of f*cking money though, if that's what you're asking.

If you ever need a great idea, I got one.

Yeah? Oh, yeah.

I got a f*cking doozy in my head.

Just need someone to spill it out to.

What's it about?

It's about some guy...

Who did 20 years for no good f*cking reason.

I heard about that, Mick.

You here for the money?

What money?

(Laughs)

Claudette and I have no secrets from each other.

I know all about Boston.

I know about the money you gave her, and I know where you got it.

Yeah? Mm-hmm.

I'm prepared to pay you back.

If?

You know the if, Mick.

You get your money and you move on down the road.

It ain't the money I'm after, Allan.

You two having a good time?

Mm-hmm.

Come here. Come here.

Look-look at this.

Ray's family.

They're beautiful!

They can't get enough of me.

Who'd have thought, huh?

Oh... (Chuckles)

Excuse me.

Woman: Don't f*cking move!

Man: Ah, yeah!

Woman: Don't move!

(Bed creaking)

(Woman gasps)

There... oh, God, there it is.

(Moaning)

Don't move! (Gasps)

Make... me... f*cking...

Feel good!

(Moaning loudly)

(Shrieks)

What the f*ck's that, Teddy?!

Teddy: What?! Oh, sh*t.

What the f*ck is that?

Woman: I don't know.

sh*t.

(Line ringing)

Come on, Ray.

(Phone vibrating)

Turn it off.

So what do you think?

About?

You want to go steady?

My mom says you're gonna lead me down the wrong path.

All right, so don't tell your mom.

Okay.

But I'm a good catholic girl.

Everything's got to be over my sweater.

I can do that.

Man: Hey.

It's Ray Donovan.

Errand boy for Ezra Goldman.

You mind?

Trying to have a cup of coffee with my wife.

So, you, uh, you bringing your kids around here to run errands, too?

Pick up the tRays after lunch, maybe extort lunch money from the other kids?

Who the f*ck do you think you are?!

Whoa, whoa.

It's all right.

You don't...

Talk to my husband like that.

Listen, I'm being nice 'cause we're in a nice place.

Understand me?

Doesn't work like that around here, Ray.

You can't just thr*aten people...

Get what you want.

(Phone vibrating)

I'll be right back.

Ray...

My therapist said I should apologize to you.

Your therapist?

What I said to you about Ray f*cking my girlfriend... it was totally untrue.

I was acting out my guilt over having an affair with a... a young girl.

A beautiful young girl.

I was acting it out on you, and that was deeply wrong.

And I apologize.

Thank you.

(Chuckles)

For your apology.

You're welcome.

And I'll put in a good word about your kids.

You know, just make sure things work out.

Good.

Good, good, good, good.

This... this feels good, doesn't it?

Right.

How long ago did this happen?

Lena: Uh, about ten minutes.

Who'd she call?

She called the concierge and then she called her lawyer.

All right, I'll be right there.

All right.

Want me to call Ezra?

No, don't bother him.

I'll take care of it.

You hotel security?

Yeah.

It's over here. I think it's a microphone.

Yeah, that's a microphone.

Strangest thing.

It just fell down from behind the picture.

I mean, I didn't know who to call.

What is this, like, some CIA type of sh*t?

This whole room is wired?

How do you know where everything is?

Excuse me.

Can I see your I.D.?

What are you...?

What the f*ck you doing, man?!

f*cking scumbag!

(Groans) Sit.

f*ck!

You fucker!

(Grunts)

You're gonna ruin my g*dd*mn life!

(Grunts)

(Shrieks)

(Groans)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, stop!

Stop!

Look at me! Look at me!

Listen to me.

I am a human being.

Do you ever think about the things that you do?

Listen. Do yourself...

You bastard!

Lena: Hey.

Get to your room.

No, I'm sorry, wait, wait! I'll pay you!

I'll do anything, I'll do anything!

Calm down. Get to your room.

Get to your room. Oh, f*ck you!

Shut up. You okay?

Yeah. sh*t.

All right. We got to get out of here. Go.

Bel air academy costs $33,000 a year in tuition.

We have a $10 million scholarship fund for students who can prove need.

So, please, don't let our price tag stop you from applying.

Questions?

Mickey: Looks like you landed on your feet.

You gave me a head start, Mickey.

And I'll be forever grateful.

Claudette...

Come on.

I got something for you.

Oh.

Uh-huh. You do, huh?

Yeah.

Jesus.

Pa-dow!

You kept it.

Here's your other beautiful black baby.

Ain't that something. Ain't that something! Mm-hmm.

Holy sh*t. My Sansui speakers!

And there's more.

Let's see if it's alive.

(Engine starts, stereo playing R&B music)

And more.

(Chuckles): Oh, well...

What are you gonna do?

You like what you like.

(Laughs)

You like what you like.

(Chuckles)

♪ So don't tease me now ♪
♪ don't tease me ♪
♪ please, please me now ♪
♪ you can't turn me off ♪
♪ no, you can't turn me off ♪
♪ not in the middle of turning me on ♪

(Both laugh)

♪ I can't suddenly stop...

You saved my life.

I owe you, Mickey.

I stole half a million for you.

Pissed off a lot of people.

I know.

I did what had to be done.

Mm-hmm.

Mick, things have changed.

♪ Don't tease me ♪
♪ you won't do nothing but ♪
♪ please me now ♪
♪ oh, yeah... ♪

All right.

You like this guy?

He's good to you?

Yes, I do.

Yes, he is.

All right, then.

♪ You can't, you can't, you can't ♪
♪ hey, stop turning me off thanks for the car.

♪ You can't turn me off ♪
♪ start turning me on, turning me on, turning me on ♪
♪ smack dab in the middle ♪
♪ you can't turn...

(Boys shouting indistinctly)

Gonna play for the soccer team if you come here?

I don't know.

Hey, buddy.

(Makes gulping noises)

That's Tommy Wheeler sucking on your d*ck.

Man: All right, boys, let's bring it in!

(Jamie laughs)

He'd do us all a favor if we didn't go here.

(Grunts)

(Groans)

That f*cking...

That f*cking kid hit me!

(Groaning)

You okay?

Jamie, are you all right?

Did you f*cking see that? Ah!

Get back here, you f*cking assh*le!

(Water running)

(Water stops)

I was just running my mouth.

Ezra, he...

f*cked me so badly on my divorce.

(Sighs)

I was just...

Running my mouth.

(Sighs)

(Playing mellow song)

(Singing quietly)

(Humming)

That's great, sweetheart.

I always wanted to play something that good.

You play the piano.

Yeah, three or four chords, but nothing like you.

You like this place, don't you?

I do, daddy.

If I applied, do you think I'd get in?

(Scoffs)

I think they'd be lucky to have you, that's what I think.

Daddy, wt happened to your face?

It's nothing.

But... Don't worry about it.

It's nothing? Nothing. Come on.

Whatever you say.

Big cat scratched me.

(Laughs) A bobcat, maybe.

One of those bel air cougars.

He hit me. I know he did.

I did not.

He hit me!

Conor, is this true?

I don't know what he's talking about.

Jamie: He's a liar!

He's a f*cking liar!

He hit me!

Do something about it.

Stu: All right, Jamie, just calm down.

So tell me exactly what happened.

I already did.

We were walking off the yard when this fucker hit me with something.

Well, I'm-I'm sure it was an accident.

Jamie: Just an accident, my ass.

Ray: Conor?

I'm only gonna ask you once.

Did you hit him?

Yeah, I hit him.

And I don't give a sh*t!

He's a f*cking assh*le!

Come on, bridget.

Let's just go home.

Stu: What the f*ck, Ray?

Walk away!

Don't show your face here again, bitch!

Why'd you let him hit you?

I didn't f*cking see him.

He came up from behind me.

(Piano playing jazz music)

(Sighs)

Means a lot to me... you boys coming out here with me.

It means a lot.

Where's the f*cking waiter?

I need a new drink.

(Man singing jazz music)

Ah, he's somewhere.

(Darryl laughs)

Oh, ho!

(Imitating Allan): "Cost me $2,000 back in '95.

"And if you have to ask me how much it cost today, you can't afford it."

"You can't afford it!"

(Laughter)

Go ahead, me, Bunch.

"Sip it, Daryll, come on."

That's my boys. "Come on!"

Sip it my ass, m*therf*cker.

Mickey: Yes.

To my seeds.

Live forever.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

Whew.

I got to go take a piss.

(Sniffs)

Whoa, where you going?

Hey, come on.

I'm fast. Watch it. (Laughs)

Man: ♪ well, you're reaching for the stars ♪
♪ but that's the kind of fool you are ♪
♪ now you cue the band ♪
♪ you take her hand ♪
♪ and you fly through the sky ♪
♪ paint that town, pour the wine... ♪

"Bunchy, would you like some lemonade?"

Roger. (Laughs)

(Toilet flushes)

Van: You got to let me know when you leave town, Mickey.

You got to stop hanging around in men's rooms, unless you want to ge the wrong impression.

(Toilet flushes)

You need to cooperate.

Like I said, go f*ck yourself...

And give me more money.

First thing you do when you get out is k*ll a priest.

Are you trng to go back to prison?

Is that what you want?

(Water runs, stops)

I can take care of it, but you got to work with me.

What do you want from me?

I want them all...

Mickey.

All of 'em.

Ezra Goldman, Lee Drexler and your boy Ray.

What the hell happened to your face?

(Sighs softly)

Nothing.

Jesus Christ.

I ask you for one freakin' day.

Dad...

Is Tommy Wheeler really a pervert?

(Sighs softly)

(Wheels squeaking)

Sorry about the smell.

There's a lot of men in here.

It doesn't bother me.

You look really nice.

Thanks.

How do you think I look?

You look good.

Thanks.

(Bucket clatters)

Mmm... it's delicious.

Thanks.

Where did you learn how to cook like this?

(Bucket clatters)

All right, pie, that's enough!

What? I'm just cleaning up.

Just get in here.

For Christ's sake, get a chair.

I hope you don't mind.

Potato pie, this is frances.

Frances, I didn't make the food.

Pie did.

Potato pie: Nice to meet you.

Terry really likes you.

Potato pie?

How did you get a name like that?

See, when I was a kid, I really liked pie.

I mean, who doesn't?

But I liked the hell out of pie.

Apple, peach, blueberry, pecan.

(Chuckles)

But especially sweet potato.

Well, cheers.

It's delicious.

Well, I'm glad you like it.

(Upbeat pop music playing inside)

(R&B music playing over stereo)

♪ Girl, it's first thing in the morning ♪
♪ in the morning ♪
♪ and I'm thinking about your sweet thing ♪
♪ and it's got me feeling high... ♪

(Daryll laughs)

Let's go in for nightcap, fellas.

This place looks hot.

Mick, that's a, um...

sh*t, I ain't going in there.

You go, pop.

Killjoys, both of you.

(Both laugh)

I'm going in.

I'm good.

I'm going.

Both: Okay.

Bye-bye.

Bunchy: Night.

Daryll: Night.

(Both laughing)

Are you hungry?

Yeah. I could eat.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah?

Man: Ray, listen...

They pick him up?

I don't know what the hell happened.

It's been shut down.

What?

The case... the chief shut it down.

What are you talking about?

How's that even possible?

Somebody got to somebody.

It's out of my hands. I'm sorry.

(Line ringing)

(Sighs)

Avi, something's up.

I don't know how the hell it happened, but the chief of police in Boston just shut down Mickey's case.

Should I still bring him back?

No.

Get out of there.

Just get out.

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