02x10 - There's No Place Like Home

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Shut Eye". Aired: December 2016 to December 2017.
"Shut Eye" revolves around the life of failed magician Charlie Haverford, who now works as a psychic.
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02x10 - There's No Place Like Home

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Previously on "Shut Eye"...

I have this bad habit

of f*cking up the good
things in my life.

And you've been good to me.

So, of course,
I'm going to try to f*ck it up.

Police! Get on the ground!

It's okay, Charlie.

Linda would say that
you're feeding my delusion.

I'm feeding your curiosity,

which is something you cannot
have enough of in this business.

Fonso Marks of the Gypsies.

And you f*ck with Gypsies,

Gypsies f*ck you.

All right.

I asked a question, I got an answer.

No hard feelings, right?

We are on the precipice
of something here.

I know you can feel that.

You don't think I have someone?

It's f*cking hard, but I bury it.

I put it to one side
for the sake of the work,

for the sake of what
we are trying to achieve.

Go home to your family, Charlie.

I got a feeling, Foster,

that you and I are going
to be great friends.

There are a lot of rules
involved in being my friend.

And it usually requires
making a few new enemies.

The most important part of the con

is actually identifying the right mark,

someone ready to be taken.

Charlie, please, take over the retreat.

They need help as much as I do.

I can't.

Maggie will be there.

She'll talk you through it.

Let's get you checked out.

I think that's a good idea.


Charlie, open the door.
I have a present for you.

It's from your mom.

My mom's in jail.

You never heard of visiting hours?

She wanted me to give it to you.
Come on. Open up.

Open the door, Charlie.

My God!

My God! My God!
What are you doing?

What about her?

We're not here for her.

My God! Aah!


Wake up, get dressed.

Leave me alone! I just want to sleep!

It's visiting day. Come on, let's go.


Hi, guys! Sit down!

Look! You guys are the best!

I was just starting
to go in withdrawals.

You smoked a whole carton?
It's only been a week.

No, of course not.
I traded most of them for perks.

You would be proud of Mom.
I'm getting to know the system.

So, how's tricks, guys?

You having big fun at Auntie's?

Her house stinks.

Yeah? She stinks.

Shut up, Sylvia.

What's eating you, kid?

You mean other than you're in jail?


I just couldn't sleep is all.

You never could.

Me, neither.

He had a bad dream.

Last night?

He woke up screaming like a baby.

Charlie, what'd you dream about?

Syl, why don't you give your
brother and I a minute?

Okay? Manny, can you help my daughter?


Okay, baby. Mnhmnh.


All right.

Tell me what's going on.

It was just a dream.

The woman,
the one that you did deals with,

she came to the house,

but she wasn't alone.

Did they have g*n?

And, someone got hurt?

Do you know who Jeane Dixon is?

The White House Psychic?

I hear the First Lady, she won't even...

she won't even make a move
without consulting her.

And I read her book a while back,

and she talks about these sort of dreams

she has that come true.

Like, she saw Kennedy get sh*t
long before it ever happened.

They're called premonitions.

Yes! Right! Okay, yes.

So, what if your dream is one of those?

You said psychics aren't real.

Yeah, I know, I know. But...

I had the same dream last night.


they sh*t her.

They sh*t your auntie, right?

My God. Um, okay.

You need to get your sister,
and you need to get out of there.

What are you talking about?
It's like JFK.

Charlie, this is a warning.
They are coming for you.

Listen to me. They are coming.
Come on, Haverford.

It's not a dream. Let's go.

Charlie, listen to me.
Get your sister and run!

Don't wait. Do you hear me?!

You're late.
I, took a little detour

through the Twilight Zone.

You're not lying to me,
but you're not telling me the truth.

You think you can read me that well?

Better every day.

Something happened to you,
hence the sour demeanor.

No, I'm just worried about Paz.

Now you're lying.

Why aren't you?

Aren't I what?
Worried about Paz.

Not so much since I spoke to him.

He seemed s*ab, calm.

I think they gave him meds.

That'll do it.

I wanted to thank you
for saving my ass this weekend.

You do remember my ass, don't you?

You seemed pretty preoccupied with it

the other day. Maggie, come on.

I am only trying
to break you out of your funk.

You're poised, Charlie.

You're gonna do
great things this weekend.

You're gonna help a lot of souls.

Make a shitload of money for you.

Make us a shitload of money.

Right, "us."

What's this?

This is your home away from home.

No WiFi, no minibar?

Well, Paz preferred a simple,
Gandhiesque lifestyle

while in the confines of the retreat.

Gandhi was a big believer in celibacy.

Yeah, no sex before seminars.

Wise words.

What is it, Charlie? Tell me.

What is bothering you?

It's here, isn't it?

Where you helped Paz hear the universe?


It is the perfect
environment for hypnosis.

Or manipulation. Or therapy,

depending on your point of view.

What's your point of view, Maggie?

You should try it.

It's really rather soothing.

No, thanks.

I'll pass.

Come on. Let me introduce you
to the rest of the team.

Folks, this... is Charlie.

Hello, folks.

We have data collection, event staff,

marketing, and security.

And Elizabeth you've already met.

Liz, please.

Right. Yeah.

I've been tweaking
your schedule for Saturday.

I'd like to go over it with you.
I need to make a call.

Paz never used the phone on retreat.

I'm not Paz.

I don't.

You just accelerate with
the righttrigger. Right here.

Right trigger. Okay, okay, okay.

Hold that one. Yeah. My God!

There's a turn. There's a turn.
There's a left turn.

I don't understand!
Can you turn?

My God. Shift up, okay.

All right. Um, B!

B! B! Press B!
I'm doing B! Wait, wait.

This is shit.

Hi, honey. Hey. How you doing?

I'm good. Still good.

Yeah, I don't mean to bother you,

I just wanted to make sure
you're all right.

You're not a bother.
You just haven't called this much

since I was pregnant.

Trying to tell me something?

Shut the f*ck up.

How's it going out there?
You full of peace and truth?

I'm definitely full of something.

It's just not my audience.
It's... It's not my style.

Bullshit, you'll be great. Shit!

What? You... Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, just a kitchen crisis.

I got to go.

Okay, bye.

Come on, one more. I can't.

One more.
You're too good. And I suck!

Come on. No.

We can be on the same side.

So, was that the hospital?

No. Charlie.

Checking in for the umpteenth time.

Well, that's nice.
And controlling.

Since he left, he's been calling
every hour on the hour.

I know how he feels.

Paz is in a great place.
He's getting the care he needs.

Yeah, I know.

I guess it's... It's just that...

I'm a little more worried about me.

I mean...

what if Paz never hears again?

He was my... my conduit,

my teacher.

I mean,
Paz has been there for me forever.

If he doesn't get better, I just...
I don't know.

I don't...

I don't know who will be there for me...

and my baby.

I will.

Come on, partner. It's quitting time.

Let's go get a michelada. My treat.

I'd love to, but I suspect

I'll be burning the midnight
oil this evening, so...

Let's go. Come on.

Something I can help you with?

Nope. No.

You sure?

Yeah, yeah.


family business.


But I'll take a rain check.

You got it.

Go home.

Enjoy an evening with the family.

All right.

Vaya con Dios.


I got to teach you Spanish.


This better be good.

As good as this Cohiba?

Nicely done.

Now that I'm no longer marime,

I had hoped to seek
the counsel of my Rom Baro

for some sage advice.

Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.

Just make it snappy.

Okay. Here's the thing.

I have a t... had a tenant

who stopped paying his rent.

What happened to him?
I don't know.


But according to the terms of his lease,

I'm within my rights to confiscate

whatever was left
behind on the property.

What'd you find, Fonso?

Wait till you see this.

Close the door.

Apparently, there's a buyer in place...

a biker named Cordero. I got no idea...

All right.
You're in over your f*cking head here.

I'll handle this.

I'll throw your family a percentage.

You're too kind.

Doesn't mean you're not a piece of shit.

I realize that.

You got a light, Charlie?


You smoke too much.

Well, that's true.

And you drink too much.

According to you.

And you snort way too much.

People in glass houses shouldn't...

walk around naked, you know,
or whatever the f*ck it is.

Can we just get on with it?

'Cause I need to lead
a seminar in the A. M.

You have a seminar? That's fancy.

Can I just get a light, please?



What the hell are you even doing here?

What... You tell me.

Is this about the Slydini knot?

'Cause I've told you a thousand times...

When you visited me in prison.

When I visited you in prison...

I didn't do it on purpose, Mom.

Charlie, it doesn't matter.

It was fate, meant to be.

If you did it or not, it is what it is.

I don't believe in fate.

Well, you better f*cking start.

Why, because of my vision about my wife?

Linda, right? She seems so nice.

She's my kind of gal.

I wish I'd met her.

But, no, Charlie, this is not a vision.

This is a premonition.


How's that?

Remember that premonition we shared?

Like it was yesterday.

Sylvia and I weren't kidnapped.

Auntie wasn't k*lled.

Maybe that wasn't the point.

Wait. What the f*ck does that mean?

Maybe it had something else in mind.

What is "it"? Fate, stupid.

I told you, I don't believe in fate.

Then what do you believe in, Charlie?

Great question.


you'd better find an answer
before your g*dd*mn seminar

in the morning. Right?

You want a bump?

Not you.

Jesus, Mom.

Relax, kid. The question is not,

"Is there a higher power?"

The question is,

"Why is the higher power
such an assh*le?"

Did Josip take the bait?

Yeah, he took the bait.
Hook, line, and sinker.

What would be the next step?

We wait for my guy
to show up with the cash.

What about your partner?

Suspects nothing.

I know, but what about them, you know?
The Rankos.


I mean, if the Council dissolves.

Well, we'll form a new one...

with new leadership.

With the Marks family on top.


I'm not Paz...


I can't offer what he could,

but I've been around.
I've seen things.

I've learned things.

And I want you to give me a chance

to share some of that with you.

My approach is quite different.

To some, it may even seem harsh.

My intent is not to offend
but to challenge.

Challenge you to look inward,

to see what it is about you
that pushed you here today,

to kick you in the ass.

To help you...

To help you, stop being passengers

in your own lives.

Get you behind the wheel.

Despite what some of you have
heard from others in my trade,

there is no road map.

There is no such thing as fate

or destiny.

Your path is not predetermined.

There's no cosmic GPS

telling me where or how far to go.

And I'm ready.

I'm ready to throw out
the f*cking map and go offroad.

Who is with me?

I said, "Who's with me"?

He's losing them.

Maybe the hippies,
but they're here for yoga and massage.

Look at the rest of them,
the young ones.

The bottom line is...
He's reaching them.

The universe doesn't work for us.

Let's get this out. I want it online.

It doesn't give a shit about...

Let's see if Charlie Haverford
can go viral.

It's up to all of us, all of us,

to decide for ourselves
how things shake out.

Where do you want to go?
What do you want to do?

And who do you want
to share this journey with?

Do you want be a tourist?

Do you want to stay
on the sidelines and just watch?


You want to get behind
the wheel and drive.

Yes. Then say it.

I want to drive. Say it again!

I want to drive.

Hey, where are you?

I'll be right there. Okay.


Hey. Hi.

So, when does your mom get home?

I don't really know anymore.

Sometimes Nora comes over,

and sometimes my mom goes to Nora's.

Who's Nora?

My dad's doctor,
therapist, or something.

Is he okay?
They don't tell me much,

but from what I hear from the walls,
he's doing better, yeah.

So, then, why does your dad's
doctor keep coming over?

I don't know. She's pregnant.

My mom likes her.

Yeah, I don't know.
My family's f*cking crazy.

I'm crazy about you.

It's been two weeks.
Now, I want the rent by tomorrow,

or I'm going to raze your shop

and make it into my own,
personal parking garage.

We clear? Don't make me do that.
I know you're a nice man.

Excuse me.

Hi! Where's the Bimmer?

Charlie doesn't want me driving it.

Now that he's a rock star
on the selfhelp circuit,

he doesn't want any hint of impropriety.

His words? Yeah.

Sounds like an assh*le.

So you in the shop fulltime now?

Yeah, seems that way.

Speak of the devil.
I'll see you later.

Hi. Hey, there.

Am I on speaker?
Yeah, sorry. I'm working.

So, listen, we're thinking
about adding another weekend.

"We"? Yes, sorry.

Linda, it's Maggie.

Liz and Adam are here, as well.

Hi, Mrs. Haverford. Don't mind us.

How's Paz doing?

Much better. Think he'll be out soon.

Charlie, he's been asking for you.

He wants to come visit when he gets out.

I'll send a car.

I was thinking I would drive him myself.

What about Nick?
I'll bring him, too.

Be great for him to see
what you've been up to.

Sure, that sounds great.

Maybe wait until you get here

to tell him about
the "no phones allowed" rule.

Hey, you bet. I got to go.

I'm sorry, but we can't give refunds

after the retreat has already started.

If you'll look at your
terms and conditions...

I don't care about
the terms and conditions.

Marty, Marty. What's going on?

Hey, Charlie.

Marty here was just expressing
his dissatisfaction

with our new direction.

It's not you. It's me. I just...

I think maybe I need a little
more coddling with my selfhelp.

That's totally fine.

My techniques are not for everyone.

so I guess the new you and the old me

just aren't a great fit, then.

Well, we wouldn't want you to stay

if you're not getting
anything out of it.

Give him his refund.

I'm not allowed to... Do it.

I don't have to wear anything weird,
do I?

Define "weird."

I don't know, like a toga or something.

More like a karate outfit
or something you play tennis in.


That sounds cool, I guess.

this one's being stubborn.

I want to go. I really do.

It's just, you know,
I'm oncall this weekend.

I know. You know I tried

to get out of it. I know!

So, I'm...
I'm thinking this would be good.

For the crib?

The crib? Yeah.

Nora's going to stay with us

once she's closer to her due date

and maybe a little after.

And triangle pose.

Yeah. Thanks.

Steady breathing.

Warrior II.

Hands at your heart center.

My God.

Well, well.

Look what the Lambo dragged in.

What, no valet?
Nor is this the parking lot.

In and out...

I think they just got selfparking.

That's disgusting.

I know, but you don't mind, right?

Not for you, sweetie.

I miss you.

You've been busy.

Going international?

I have no f*cking clue
what country he's from,

or, to be honest,
how to pronounce his name.

It's like Tottensomething.

Totenberg? I don't know.

I've been calling him Toto.

He thinks it's cute. Vegas mark?

Yeah, he's, like, royalty or something.

All I know...
He's got a shitton of Euros.

Pay for that?

Among other things.

Why the f*ck are you here?

More like building a
better bank account.

The glasses are f*cking ridiculous.

Where is he?

Where's my big bro? Busy.

In the meantime, there's someone
here you owe an apology to.

To think, man,
you're that good at your first con.

Are you kidding me?

Got a lot of potential, kiddo.

Next time I go to Vegas,
you should definitely come with me.

Don't take it personally.
I needed the money.

You didn't even know
if it was going to work.

A situation presents itself,
you take advantage of it.

That's kind of the first rule
of what we do.

So you burn your own nephew?
That's what you do?

I know.
It sucks how it all had to happen.


I needed it to fix this.

My face is my business, and...

business was shit.

It was a onetime thing. I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

They did a good job.


Thanks to you, business is booming.

Okay, okay.

You didn't join me.

I'm wondering why.

This is a sacred place.

I know. You told me.

Just before you smacked me one.

I'm sorry about that.

I often found solace here,

and now all I feel is just unclean,


Unworthy or unclenched?

Definitely clenched.

I feel confused. I feel scared.

You're a mess.


But I know what you're going through.

I know how you feel. You feel lonely.

You feel abandoned. You feel like...

you've failed.

But who have you failed?

My friends, my family,

my fo... Wrong.

You feel scared and confused

because you fear
you've failed the universe.

I don't know.

You think the universe is looking down

on you, its conduit,

disappointed and disgusted.

And you just can't figure out why.

And I'm here to tell you,
Paz, that's f*cked up.

Just because the universe speaks to us,

doesn't mean that he, she,
or it isn't full of shit.

Why do we always assume
we are the problem?

Why can't the universe
be wrong sometimes?

Why can't it be vain, petty,

and quite frankly, an assh*le?

You know, they say the universe
works in mysterious ways.

Why? Why all the mystery?

Why can't it just f*cking
tell us what it all means?

What is it afraid of?

I love you, Charlie.

Tilting at windmills,
but you own it, man.

I don't know what else to do.

I can't say I hold with your cosmology,


I'm inspired by your struggles.

You got guts.

You never give up.

I would like to rejoin the fight.

Now, once launched,
the app will broadcast, record,

and transcribe everything
you hear or say.

So all I got to do is talk?

Now, why don't you try it.

Talk into it and watch.



Okay, let me reiterate.

It is imperative that Turner acknowledge

these w*apon as stolen goods

and that he negotiate
a fair price with Cordero.

Got it.

And let me reiterate.

I do this thing for you...

my family stays safe...



as defined by Rita Marks
and your two daughters...


What about your business partner,

Are you prepared for him to go down?

Nobody is going down tonight, okay?

If this leads to an arrest,

we'll have shown our hand
and destroyed our case.

This is just a meetandgreet, Fonso.

Nothing more.

I read you loud and clear.

Our belongings are no different
than our own selfworth.

It is us...

who determine their value.

He said to never sell it.

He said, "No price could ever be put"

on its worth."

He knew I didn't need the money.

For you, it wasn't about the money...

unlike your relationship with him.

Well, he was a provider.
He gave us everything we wanted.

But you'd give it all back
for just one more day with him.

He was given it as a gift
the day I was born...

the happiest day of his life
is what he told me.

And now you know
that money can't get you back

any more time, nor someone's love.

But underneath all that neglect,
all that pain,

lives a better you.

Free yourself, friend.

Let us help you build someone better.

Do you want to build someone better?

Yes? No, I'm the one

asking you the question.

Do you want to build someone better?

I want to build someone better.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I would like to introduce you
to Charles the Magnificent.

Thank you.
I would love to put on a show,

but, unfortunately,

like usual, my sister comes unprepared.

Or does she?

Freshly stolen, I presume?

The best kind.

Nora didn't make it?

No. Work.

How is she getting on
after all this Paz business?

I think she feels bad
she couldn't do more.

There's nothing she could have done.

Paz has become very reliant

on hypnotism.

I'm afraid he can't function without it.

Without that connection to the universe,
he's... lost.

Does Charlie know? Of course.

How do you think he got Paz
to go to the hospital?

Show me.

I'm told it's very soothing...

the perfume of the flower,

the rhythm of the movement.

It induces a hypnotic state.

He has no idea.

I devised a trigger word,

one which puts him into
a deep state of relaxation

so he can receive information,


I'm sorry.

II just find it so difficult

to believe that you fell for this.

Are you listening? Really?

And this is all just
a f*cking game to you.

A game you and Charlie
built a livelihood on.

I care about my clients.

More than their money?

Paz trusted you.

He depended on you.

You made him believe that he had a gift.

And now he doesn't need it.
Because you don't need him.

And Charlie doesn't need you.

He is done saving you.

It is time, Linda, to move on.

They call it a Mexican Bloody Mary.

What's this...

What's that on the edge?

Tajin spices.

Adds a little kick to it.


Good, right?

It's got an aftertaste.

Yeah. Probably the clam juice

or the Worcestershire sauce.

New phone?


Got a new plan.


Hey. Get you something to drink?

After we do some business.

And you must be... Turner.

They call me "Big Jim".

I run the West Coast Kompania.

King of the Gypsies?

We prefer Romani.

But, yeah, I'm in charge.

Yo soy en cargo, ese.

I guess you were right

about you being the middle man?

Have a seat.






Open up! I know you're in there!

Open the f*cking door. I just...

I need her keys.

I need her f*cking keys.
I need Gina's keys.

Open it!

Special Agent Simms, FBI.

I need you to sit here and be quiet.

We'll talk to you in a little bit.

Shit. What the f*ck?

Yeah, Fonso, what the f*ck?

Thought I was your partner.

Not on this one.

Please. What, "please?"

You f*ck me over,
and all you have to say

is "please," you f*ck?

What am I supposed to say to that,
"Thank you"?

How 'bout the both of you
shut the f*ck up?

Stay here. Stay down.

FBI. Don't move!

Move it! Move!

Agent down! Agent down!



I'm here! I'm here.

I got you. I got you. He's coming.



Orson Welles said it was
an occupational disease

when charlatans start
believing the hype.

Magicians and mindreaders...
They have a term for it.

It's called a "shut eye."
That's what happened to me.

After a while, it was just all too easy.

I didn't have to study people
like I used to.

One look at them,

and my eye did the math.

I thought, did the universe...

the universe give me this gift?

f*ck no! I am the gift.

The gift has been within me all along.

And it's within you.

And you. And you.

Charlie. All of you.



Hi. I'm, I'm Charlie Haverford.

My wife, Linda Haverford, she's here.

Haverford. Haverford.

I'm so sorry.

Syl, Syl. Charlie. My God.

What... What... What did they say?

So, she just got out of surgery,

but they're saying she needs more.

Charlie. Charlie.

They're about to take her back in,

but she wants to see you, first, okay?

Hey. Just your dad, buddy.








Go f*ck yourself.
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