04x02 - Repercussions

[bunniefuu]

I'm not sleeping good.

Stop worrying about everyone else

and let someone do a thing for you.

Wait, so this and
then... and then pancakes?

- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- Okay.

MAN: We got the best
man speech coming up,

but before we do that, Cam
Calloway is in the house.

Cam Calloway! Come on,
y'all, give him some love.

CASSIE: So, how was your
visit with your dear old pops?

He said he wrote me
letters when I was .

He may have. I can't recall.

Did you save any of them?

CASSIE: For a time, at the
apartment on Washington and Reed.

TRENT: You probably got a
concussion. Want me to call Missy?

Hey, I told you about
speaking to my wife.

You keep her name out of your mouth

and her number out of your phone.

Missy, it's Trent Vaughn.

Ma told Cam my existence on Earth

started with a sexual
as*ault on Long Island.

What do you know about that?

There were three of them.
Two brothers and their cousin.

What the f*ck? How did
they get away with it?

They didn't.

M-CHUCK: Nice ride.

It's a money pit, parts wise.

Serves me right for placing
a premium on nostalgia.

Front seat feels like a couch.

American made. Back
when America was great.

- America was never great.
- The colonists were.

Guess that counts for something.

Not much, but it helps a man get
through the unrelenting not-great.

- Here.
- The f*ck is that?

- Gas money.
- The f*ck?

Your great American
vintage climate change

is guzzling gallons of gas driving
me from Boston to Long Island.

- I'm paying.
- f*ck you.

Cool. f*ck me. Still paying.

You offer me one more cent,

I'm gonna throw it out
the window, then you.

I'm heavier than I appear.

I work out, I can do it.

Maybe. Maybe I drag you along with me.

Maybe I pop your eye out with my thumb

and we both die in a fiery crash.

Possibilities abound.

All right, fine.

Got my own money.

This could have been part of that.

I got a job. A good job. Pays good.

If anyone has a good job that
pays shitty, they're a chump.

I'm taking a personal day tomorrow

so I can do this with you tonight.

Oh, a personal day? That is a good job.

I was trying to show gratitude.

Gratitude smells like charity.

Your inference got sh*t
to do with my intention.

I appreciate you.

How'd Uncle J find out who hurt Ma?

People are stupid.

They brag about stupid sh*t

not knowing it's stupid
sh*t they're bragging about.

And once it's out of their mouths,

they can't control where
the information flows.

And that kind of information
don't just ebb back into the vault.

That kinda sh*t flows this way and
that way into all sorts of ears.

And all anybody who's
curious about the how,

the when, the who, and
the why has got to do

is dip their toe into
the information flow.

So Uncle J just went
poking around down there?

No. He did his sh*t discreetly.

Complex things. Hard things.

How did he do this particular thing?

The way that things need to get done.

Sometimes things need to be done
the way things used to be done.

Jesus Christ, Pookie,
how about I just give you

the gas money for one straight answer?

Your Uncle Julius wasn't stupid.

The farthest thing from it.

Yeah, unless you ask a smart person.

He did some dumb sh*t, my uncle.

You know, he once tried to defrost

a frozen can of soda in the microwave.

Julius knew how to take
some things serious.

Some things not serious.

But when the time
came for serious things

to be taken seriously with initiative,

he wasn't stupid.

He was a good man.

I gotta know how my
uncle had my dads k*lled.

How ain't important. Why is.

And you know why.

And "Dad" ain't a title they deserve.

Bad habit.

years of not knowing
nothing does that.

You like music?

I got some stuff on the visor.

Waze says it's gonna be a while.

Waze is the end of learning.

If I go somewhere with Waze
and I don't pay attention,

then I just let Waze have its way.

And then when I gotta
drive back there again,

I gotta use Waze again like an idiot.

Well, if you change
your mind about the music

or where we're going,
it's cool, either way.

We're going where we're going.

I gotta see this with my own eyes.

"If you like music," the f*ck?

♪

[CHUCKLES] It appears we're not alone.

Mother and Father left.

Yes, Li Hua the maid
is here, but she's deaf,

so when I go down on you, feel
free to scream bloody gurgle.

[MOANS] m*rder.

- Pardon?
- It's, uh, bloody m*rder, not bloody gurgle.

Oh. That actually makes much more sense.

Thank you.

But m*rder or gurgle, no one will hear.

When you're aroused, I feel purposeful.

[MOANS] I, um...

uh, okay.

Chen, what's up with all the posters?

I just feel like we got an
audience, you know what I'm saying?

Just imagine that
she's mad with jealousy.

That she's trapped forever
watching our passion.

When I was younger, these
were the models and actresses

I aspired to romance.

Until such romance was made manifest,

I spent time with
them in my imagination.

So way back when, this was the
room where you b*at your meat?

Not the only room, but the primary one.

[CHUCKLES] And not a
chocolate model visible.

- True, but...
- Mm-hmm.

there's no white or Hispanic
ones up there either.

Living in communist China
had its restrictions.

For instance, this is the
closest I ever got to a boob.

Lots of childhood memories here.

My leaving home at for prep school

was like a death for my parents.

I left and time halted.

The thing they built
their life around, me,

stopped existing in their here and now.

It was a difficult time.

It expanded my horizons,
yet broke their hearts.

This is a really nice room.

I mean, I never had a room
like this when I was a kid.

Cassie, what is it?

Nothing.

I will take down the posters.

I didn't think of how it might
come across to you. I apologize.

No, um, just me thinking
about you at and me at .

I would have loved you as much.

Fate had its designs on our hearts.

All we needed was an introduction.

I never had a room like this.

Never a room like this for my kids.

And yet, look at all they have now.

You gave them the
perseverance to get there,

a more valuable gift.

I did my best. It wasn't
always great, but...

f*ck it, it was my best.

I know.

And there are countless
beds in this house

where I can give you my best.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Which also isn't always great,

but is usually at least
energetic and acceptable.

Come here. Hmm.

Don't undersell yourself, baby.

The way you speak to my
heart makes me want to scream

bloody gurgle on a regular.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

[CHUCKLES]

Thanks for helping.

Don't thank me 'til I helped.

Yeah, you making phone calls
trying to help is helping.

Sorry about the best man speech.

Come on, man, we already did that.

I know. I said it and I texted it,

but I wanted you to hear me say it.

All right, man. It's over and done with.

We don't need to keep talking about
this like we're gonna f*ck later.

- [CHUCKLES]
- Hey, I ain't perfect. I'm on to new sh*t.

Still can't believe how much
this neighborhood's changed.

Gentrification, dude.

I wish I would have bought
some apartments back in the day.

You and me both. We had
no money back in the day.

Ah, and now you do.

You do the investing,
I'll do the flipping.

I don't know nothing about real estate.

I mean, sh*t, what's to know?

You buy a shitty place,
make it less shitty,

then you sell it for more
than you bought it for.

Sure, sure, yeah, let's...
let's talk to Reggie.

Look, man, don't "sure, sure" me.

I believe this sh*t can work.

All right, well, let's get to that

after I throw this Hail Mary here.

Where's your friend at?

Hey, douchebag.

Here he is.

- Paul.
- Mark.

Cam. Cam, Mark.

I really appreciate you coming out.

- You should. It's late.
- [CHUCKLES]

Christ, it ain't that f*cking late.

- Ah, I gotta work tomorrow.
- Yeah, quit bragging.

- When you live in there?
- When I was .

Like I f*cking know how old you are.

- What year?
- I think , .

All right. Well, let's give it a sh*t.

I texted around. I once knew
the kid that bought the place.

Yeah, I already told
him all that sh*t, man.

Yeah, well, how the f*ck
am I supposed to know

what you're saying when I ain't here?

I mean, my sister
gave me this old number

from a kid who knew the
guy's mother from church.

But the number didn't work.

So he doesn't know we're
about to bang on the door.

Yeah, yeah. You gotta work
tomorrow. Come on, let's buzz him.

Well, if he's pissed it's late,
tough sh*t for us. Especially you.

Well, I appreciate you
going through all that.

Ah, any favors for Paul.

I mean, he's an ornery f*ck,
but he's a sick cleanup hitter.

Oh, we play softball together.
f*cking Facebook, man.

You comment on somebody's
post, they comment on your sh*t,

then it's amazing the friends you make.

Come on.

♪

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Trent?

Missy.

I recognize you from photos.

Uh, uh, thank you for calling me.

He's back in triage.

I'll go find him.

Like I said on the phone, he'll be okay.

I didn't tell him I called
you, so he might not be pleased.

I'm not pleased. What... what happened?

Don't know. I came out mid-tussle.

He's in the emergency room
and you call it a tussle?

When everyone in the fight
walks away from the fight, yeah,

I call that a tussle.

- Okay.
- He got hit with a bottle,

but he's gonna be okay.

After he heals from his
tussle-inflicted bottle wounds.

- Okay.
- Listen.

Thank you for letting
Reggie know I was in town.

I don't know what
he's told you about me,

but a lot of it, most of it,

is not good... was not good.

You letting him know that I called

gave me the opportunity
to apologize face to face.

Since this is probably
the last time I'll see him,

I thank you for that.

Although I'm sorry we're now here.

What the f*ck did I tell you?

Did I f*cking tell you or did I not
tell you? You don't bother my wife?

- Reggie.
- Missy, please.

- Listen, Reggie...
- Reggie, Reggie, the hospital called me.

What? Why?

Probably because I'm your emergency
contact through your insurance.

And since you are in the emergency
room dealing with head trauma...

- I'm fine.
- ... I'm sure their protocol

in such a scenario is
to alert the next of kin.

I didn't give them your name.

You... you give them the policy number?

I gave them the wallet card thing.

- The thing with the policy number?
- I believe it's on there, yeah.

When you give them your policy number,

our information comes up.

You are in my information.
I am in your information.

Okay, okay, okay. You
don't have to step it out.

- Okay.
- I was just asking

because I didn't expect to see you.

I didn't call you. I
asked him not to call you.

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.

- How are you?
- I'm fine. They glued it up.

- Missy.
- Oh. You look woozy.

I'm fine, all right?

Did somebody look at your hand?

I'm... I'm fine.

[SCOFFS] You might be
fine, but this hand is not.

- That is broken.
- Nah, I don't think so.

I do.

- Nah, it's... it's fine.
- That ain't fine.

That's f*cked up, man. Looks
like a Halloween costume.

Like a hand-shaped
glove. It, uh, it does.

- Needs some ice.
- [LAUGHING]

- It needs more than ice.
- f*ck it.

I'll get it looked at later.

I'm... look, I gotta
get back to the hotel.

What the f*ck do you gotta
get back to? The Red Roof Inn?

- Courtyard Marriott.
- Hey, look at you.

I got a rate.

- Okay.
- Trent, is it because of insurance?

Is that the reason you're
not getting this looked at?

No, it's not the only reason.

I kinda like to stay out of databases.

This is James f*cking Bond over here.

Get it looked at. I'll pay.

- I'll go to the Urgent Care tomorrow.
- Just get in line.

I got this. I'm not
asking you to get this.

Hey, you hurt your hand
throwing a punch to save my ass.

The least you could
do is let me pay to fix

the very hand you used to whoop me with.

♪ [MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Last dance ♪

♪ Last chance for love ♪

Little higher, Pookie.

BOTH: ♪ Yes, it's my last chance ♪

♪ For romance tonight ♪

♪ Oh, I need you by me ♪

- Pantomime.
- BOTH: ♪ Beside me ♪

♪ To guide me ♪

♪ To hold me ♪

♪ To scold me ♪

♪ 'Cause when I'm bad ♪

♪ I'm so, so bad ♪

♪ So let's dance ♪

♪ The last dance ♪

♪ Let's dance ♪

- ♪ The last dance ♪
- Take it up now.

- ♪ Let's dance ♪
- Yes!

♪ The last dance ♪

- ♪ Tonight ♪
- Hold it down, hold it.

♪ Night ♪

Yes!

[BOTH VOCALIZING]

M-CHUCK: Oh, I think I just tinkled!

I can't believe I used to
live here for two years.

Didn't look like this.

Yeah, we can do better.

We're about to start flipping houses.

Good for you.

I think this is what you came here for.

Holy sh*t.

- Holy sh*t!
- Yeah, holy sh*t is right.

I found these up in the ceiling
tiles when we gutted the place.

I mean, not in this bin.
I got this bin from Target.

Uh, these letters were crammed up
there in those shitty ceiling tiles.

You know the ones I'm talking about?

- He f*cking lived here, Brian.
- Right.

Well, after I ripped
down the shitty tiles,

I found these letters,
I put them in this bin.

'Cause I don't want the
silverfish eating the paper.

You know, they nibbled on the
corners of five or six of them,

but luckily for you,

silverfish aren't that
f*cking ravenous of a vermin.

Yeah.

- You want to know why I saved these?
- I would.

My father was in prison
for a long time, too.

- sh*t.
- It's a messed up coincidence.

There is no coincidence.
This is God's work.

Now let me fill in the details.

My dad was a bag man
for The Winter Hill g*ng.

You talking, like, real life
f*cking The Departed movie sh*t?

Worse. Nothing cinematic about it.

No Mark Wahlberg. No Adam
Baldwin cracking jokes.

It's Alec, not Adam.

Whoever the f*ck. I don't give a
f*ck what his dumb ass name was.

It was a shitty movie and
I didn't f*cking like it.

What the f*ck was a wop like
Scorsese doing an Irish movie anyway?

The real life version
of it was f*cking hell.

Wreckage everywhere.
Nothing to be proud of.

My father's participation in this,

although not on the murdering scale,

regardless, cost him his freedom.

But when he was in prison,
he wrote me letters, too.

Lots of them. The letters were
sh*t. Full of piss and vinegar.

It was like being yelled at in print.

But he wrote to me
about life in absentia.

About honesty and loyalty and betrayal.

He wrote to me about
being betrayed by scumbags,

which he himself wouldn't
admit that he was, but he was.

But those letters
meant everything to me.

He was trying to make up
for his absence, you know?

Failing, but trying.

And then one day he
wrote me a letter saying,

"I'll see you when I get out.

And we're going to go to Buzzy's
for a roast beef sandwich."

Roast beef was going to be the bridge

to a better future for the two of us,

and that we would have it together.

But he never got out.

He d*ed in prison years ago.

Yeah, I'm gonna sneak out.
I gotta work in the morning.

When I bought this place two years ago,

we gutted the kitchen,
ripped up the floors,

all the fixtures, we busted down
some walls. It was a complete redo.

- The place looks great.
- Yeah?

- Agree. Props.
- Thank you.

I got a great deal on
the marble counters.

The only problem is
you can't cut any fruit

unless you have a cutting
board or it just leaves stains.

- No sh*t?
- Oh, you can't have citrus anywhere near marble.

- It's porous.
- Oh. We gotta keep that in mind

when we start buying places.

You know, people love
their limes and lemons.

We don't want to get a call
six months after escrow closes

like, "Yo, what the f*ck
happened to my marble counter?"

I mean, you know, we could
just do stainless steel.

You can cut the sh*t out of that
and it'll just create a patina.

- Right.
- What, are you guys flipping apartments?

- We're thinking about it.
- Doing it.

Yeah? I got a cousin who's a roofer.

Kind of a prick, but he does really
good work if you want his number.

- Ooh, send me his info.
- Dad, who's here?

Conor, what are you
doing up? Go back to bed.

I'm thirsty. Can I get a drink?

Oh, sure. Why don't you grab a
Coke or a Corona or something?

- Really?
- No! Go back to bed!

So unfair! I hate you!

Well, it means I'm
doing something right.

Anyway, when I saw the return
address on these letters,

I knew that a moment like
this was going to come.

Look, I'm so grateful
that you kept them.

Really. Like, thank you.

I... I tried to get
these back to the prison.

I just didn't think
about it and I'm sorry.

Thanks for holding on to them.

[INHALES]

This is some real
Color Purple sh*t, man.

You're like a white
Danny Glover, but cool.

- You a praying man?
- Not as much as I should probably, but yeah.

- Yeah, I've prayed, sure.
- Hey, that prayer sh*t is powerful.

A lot of people think
that belief is for pussies.

I don't.

God's in me, God's in you, God's in you,

God's in Mark. Where
in the hell did Mark go?

He gotta get up early for work tomorrow.

Like I don't?

Nice manners, you f*cking prick.

Mark and I were in Cub Scouts
together. Think about that for a second.

Now he's playing softball
with your friend here.

- How the f*ck do you think that happened?
- Facebook, man.

f*ck Facebook. This is God.

You and I are two degrees of
separation away from each other

and we didn't even know it.

I'm sorry. I'm a hockey guy.

I don't know sh*t about basketball.

I don't even know who the f*ck
you are really, but uh... uh...

No worries, man. It's not a problem.

All I'm saying is

you can't keep questioning
how prayers are answered.

You just gotta throw it out there to God

and let Him work in His mysterious ways.

And once in a while, on occasion,

He pulls out this miraculous
supernatural Harry Potter sh*t

to remind us who He is.

And so things like this can happen.

Hey, you ever want Celtic tix?

- f*ck, yeah.
- Shut the f*ck up and go back to bed!

Yeah, I'll take you up on that offer.

Surprise the little sh*t
for his birthday, right?

- I'll set it up.
- Cool. Paul, right?

That's me. Good job connecting the dots.

Keep walking in the light.

Good night, fellas.

Man, that dude was f*cking talkative.

♪

- Yeah, baby.
- [CHUCKLES]

Yeah, baby!

♪ That's the way to start the day ♪

♪ Baby, baby, baby ♪

♪ The way to start the day ♪

You are so stupid.

Ah, but you love my stupid self.

I do. I really do.

- [WHOOPING]
- [LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

Oh! Whoa!

Okay, I'm on Zillow.

Oh, we could definitely
be flipping spots.

I been peeping them joints
on The House Channel.

It ain't hard.

A spot like this with square feet.

You could design-on-a-dime
this spot for, like, stacks.

Be up, like, to % on
your investment in no time.

sh*t. I forgot to get the
roofer contact from Brian.

♪

It's up here.

He needs a pin, but he should come back

when there's a better orthopod.

The guy who's on call now
is not who you want doing it.

Trust me. Shaky hands.

I appreciate the honesty.

I'll have the doctor write you
a prescription so you can sleep,

but it's better to come back tomorrow.

We'll take you to a -hour pharmacy.

I'm... I'm fine.

The shock and the
adrenaline will wear off.

You'll need something strong.

Yeah, come on. We'll pay for the pills.

I can afford the pills.
I can't take the pills.

My sobriety. I'm off
everything, five years.

You say. I need to keep saying.

All right.

We'll call Cam's team doctor.

He'll give us the best guy
to un-Halloween your hand.

Missy, you'll drive my car home.
I'll come get yours tomorrow.

You'll stay with us tonight.

- That's not necessary.
- We have a guest bedroom.

You don't need to be in a hotel room.

Not... not in this kind of pain.

This is gonna hurt like hell
no matter what room I'm in.

Hey, can we please talk about
this somewhere other than here?

Maybe we ain't gotta talk at all.

We just go home and we sleep it off,

or maybe we don't sleep it off.

Maybe we just... we sleep, we wake up,

and we find out what we're
trying to sleep off is still on.

I don't know. I just want to sleep

and get to tomorrow as quick as I can.

♪

My favorite f*cking shirt.

So they all went on the same day?

Like I said, two brothers and a cousin.

So I guess they got a three for one
deal on Ma and on the tombstones.

Can you give me a moment, Pook?

Of course.

Okay.

Well, hello, r*pe Father Number One.

This conversation's a lot more
one-sided than I'd always hoped.

I'm here. Bet you never
thought your little crime

was gonna lead to me, but here I am.

Your daughter. Your grown daughter.

About years older
than you ever made it.

I am a lesbian. I
love that about myself.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

It's got nothing to do
with you, by the way.

I know that to my core.

Finally going to college.

I'm a messed up person
trying to become a better one.

I hope hell is going well.

Greetings, r*pe Daddy Number Two.

I call you that because I
don't know which one of you

got to Ma loaded with seeds of me.

Quick question. If
you're gonna r*pe a girl,

why not wear a rubber? Just a thought.

Oh, yeah, f*ck you.

[VOICE BREAKING] r*pe
Dad Number Three, hi.

How about this? You're dead, I'm alive.

I wonder if when Uncle Julius
called those g*ons on you,

you said sorry.

I wonder if you knew

you were getting k*lled.

Or if it was a drive-by.

I'm gonna guess you knew.

I'm gonna guess
punishment ain't punishment

if the punished never suffer.

Pookie won't tell me.

But if you did know,

did you cry

and beg for your life?

Because this... this is so f*cked up.

[SOBBING]

[CONTINUES SOBBING]

I think I just got snot on you.

I don't care.

You got a tissue or something?

I'm like Viola Davis over here.

Got a handkerchief. A clean one.

Not for long.

I think this is what
people thought about

when they coined the term "mindfuck."

I mean, maybe it's not a word
you'd find in Webster's dictionary,

but this...

yeah.

This is a mindfuck.

It ought to be a word if it ain't.

I mean, think about it.

Without the r*pe,

there's no me.

Isn't that a mindfuck?

Let's get out of here.

♪

I thought I would feel better.

CAM: "What happened
with me and your moms?

Not on you.

How I ended up here?

Not on you.

Why we don't talk?

Not on you.

Sometimes life hits you with bad luck.

And sometimes we take the bad luck
life's handed to us and multiply it

and make it a whole lot of
brand new bad luck from scratch.

Try to be someone who doesn't
make bad luck for themselves.

It's the hardest kind
of stuff to resolve.

I'm sorry, Cam.

Sorry for not being a father
who's able to be there for you.

Take it for whatever it's worth.

Happy birthday.

Love, Dad."