All language subtitles for Killing It s02e06 Predatory.eng

[knife scraping]

- You know what a death roll is?

It's how alligators
kill their prey.

You see, gators are
ancient creatures,

violent things.

Their bite's strong it
can cut through bone.

But they can't chew.

So when they clamp
down on their prey

and they pull it underwater

and they start flipping
over faster and faster,

round and round,

it's like a washer
on a spin cycle,

'cept it's not cleanin'
dirty undies, uh-uh.

[knife scraping]

[soft percussive music]

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It's tearin' limbs from sockets

and muscle from bones.

The prey is literally
ripped to shreds.

So why am I telling you this?

Because that's what you're
doin' to us, Lorraine.

You're putting us in
a fucking death roll!

- Ma'am, I understand

that COBRA can be
an expensive option

for continued health
insurance coverage.

- Oh, you think? It's
fuckin' $700 a month

per participant!

- It's only intended
as an emergency option

after job loss, but
the good news is,

your current plan doesn't
expire for another ten days.

- Ten fucking days?

I tried to book a
cardiologist for Ray-Nathan.

They didn't have an
appointment for six months.

- I don't need a
cardiologist, Mom.

- You got the high blood
pressure, Ray-Nathan.

- And I'm cutting
back on my sodium.

I switched from
McGriddles to McMuffins.

- Ma'am, if there's
nothing else,

I'd appreciate if you
could stay on the line

for a quick customer
satisfaction survey.

- Oh, I'll give
you your feedback

right fuckin' now.

You're part of the cancer

that is destroying the
soul of America, Lorraine!

- Okay, well, we understand
that you have a choice

when it comes to
health insurance,

and we do appreciate
your business.

- I hope you die, Lorraine!

Zero stars!

[upbeat rock melody]

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- Craig, if you're
watching this,

I want you to know
that I am okay,

but the Boones will hurt me

if you don't do exactly
what they say...

- No, no, no. Cut. God damn it.

How many times do
I have to tell you

to sound more scared?

- I'm sorry. I am scared.

It's just that I smile
when I'm nervous.

- It's not your smile.
It is your goofy voice.

Can you just say it regular?

- I guess I could try
an American accent.

Give me one second.

Hot dog. Hot dog.

Hot dog.
- All right.

You are scared
to death. Action.

- Craig, if you're
watching this,

I want you to know that I'm...
- That's fucking worse.

Is that the only accent you got?

- Um, I could do Marge Simpson.

[raspy voice] Hello,
Homie. Would you like...

- Fuck this!

She don't sound scared
'cause she ain't!

Maybe it's time we
escalate this situation.

God damn it!
- [laughs]

- Stop laughing at me!

You know women's laughter is
the sound I hate the most.

I don't think my sister
has conveyed the gravity

of this situation to you, girl.

So I'm just gonna
ask you one question:

Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb?

- What?
- Which finger do you want me

to cut off...

Picker, tickler,

pinkie, stretch, or thumb?

Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb?

Come on! Picker, tickler,
pinkie, stretch, or thumb?

- Please, I don't want you
to cut off any of my fingers.

- Don't tell me. Tell
the camera. Action!

- Hey, Craig, I'm okay,
but Ray-Nathan has a knife

and I'm pretty sure
he's angry with women.

They said they're not gonna
hurt me if you do everything

that they say, but I'm scared.

I'm really, really scared.

- Nice work, kids.
- I mean, I did it.

- Ray-Nathan dropped his knife.
- Why would you kidnap Jillian?

I'm the only one
that cares about her,

and my net worth
is a minus sign.

- We want our fake jobs back.

- But here's the good news.

Unlike COBRA, I am reasonable.

Rehire us in the next ten days

and nothing happens
to your friend.

After that, let's just say

we won't be the only ones
needin' health insurance.

- Oh, and one more thing.

Before you think about calling
the cops, you might wanna

check on who runs the Port
Everglades sheriff's station...

Tyler Boone.

- No relation,

but a very close friend.

- No relation? No, relation.

Natalie-Ray, that's
your first cousin.

- Yeah, well, you
could have told me that

before I gave him a hand
job at Nana's funeral.

- Why did you
think he was there?

- Uh, 'cause
everyone loved Nana.

She was a pillar
of our community.

- That's just nasty.
- Yeah, well,

it's not like I got
off or anything.

You all are freaking
out over nothing.

- In a church?
- Uh, yeah.

Hello? God can just
forgive it right away.

- What the fuck?

I wanted this sign to be jacked.

Does it look jacked to you?

- Yes. It's a really big sign.

- No, this sign
doesn't look jacked.

It looks like it sucks its
own dick on the elliptical.

You're fired.

What about you, big man?

You think this
sign looks jacked?

- I don't know.
Rodney, I actually have

something really
serious to tell you.

- I got an influencer event

happening in eight hours.

More serious than that?
- The Boones took Jillian.

They're gonna hurt her.
- So no, not more serious.

- You have to rehire them.
- Don't do it.

Too expensive.

- Sorry, she's my
little "Rain Man"...

Number, number, number, number.

I'm just kidding.

We're a family of Tom Cruises.

- Rodney, please,
I'm begging you.

- I was so proud of
you in San Diego,

lying to all those people
about curing cancer.

I thought my shit
clicked with you, bro.

- Yo, Rodney, a
truck just pulled up.

- Oh, holy shit! It's here?

- Rodney got a shark
for the party tonight.

- Yeah, I'm gonna put it
in the pool and fight it.

- What do you mean, "fight
it," like bop it on the nose?

- It's a shark. I'm
gonna kill the thing.

- Sounds dangerous.

- I mean, it's a blacktip,
not a great white.

- 'Cause they wouldn't
let me buy a great white

because we are a
nation of girls,

but still a shark,

still a killing machine.

You'll see tonight.
- No, I won't see

because I won't be at
your influencer event.

My friend is kidnapped,
and you won't help.

- Ugh.

Craig, your drama.

All right, where's that
fish I'm gonna murder?

- I'm telling you, man, you
should come to the party,

take your mind off stuff.
- By "stuff," do you mean

my best friend
getting kidnapped?

- Wow.

I thought I was
your best friend.

[laughs] I'm just kidding.
We don't get along.

- [groans]
- Bro, will you relax?

Is anything gonna happen
to Jillian tonight?

- No, but...
- Isaiah, Rodney wants you.

- I'll be right there.

Man, just trust me, okay?

It's like Tyrese says,
"God has a plan."

- Are you seriously quoting
Tyrese to me right now?

- Or Drake or
Floyd Mayweather...

I don't know, they all pretty
much got the same take on God.

- Well, they sent a dud shark.

It's all full of
Xanax or some shit.

It's all sleepy.
Threw a baseball right

at its head. It just
bounced right off.

- The drugs are
for the transport.

It'll wear off soon.
- Yeah, and what if it doesn't?

People are gonna watch me
fight some low-T beta shark?

- You could give it
some of mom's Adderall.

- No. [laughs]

Mama needs that to get
out of bed in the morning

and go to the
gym. Let's think.

Uh, I know.

We get that crate of
EpiPens from the office,

wake that fucker up.

Come on. Let's go.

- Well, looks like you
got a lot on your plate.

I'ma take off.
- Craig, I promise,

there's a plan.

[light percussive music]

- Gabriel, Angel, let's go.

If Rodney won't help,
we'll do this ourselves.

Suit up.

[dramatic music]

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- Hold on.

What do we need machetes for?

- Yeah, I thought maybe I
missed a text or something.

- Well, Jillian's been kidnapped

by that creepy swamp family.

- So the machetes
are for fighting?

- I was hoping we could just
show up and wave 'em around,

look scary.

- But if that doesn't work,
you want us to stab 'em?

- I mean...
- Or cut part of them off?

- I'm not exactly sure how
it's gonna go down, Angel.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Foster,
but I have a family.

I can't be your Batman.

I quit.

- Look...

I get that you're scared.

I'm scared too.

But this is for Jillian.

You love Jillian! She
started Margarita Mondays.

- I hated Margarita Mondays,

but she pays me, so
I couldn't say no.

- Forced fun is not real fun.

- I don't wanna die for my boss.

- Nah, you guys
don't have to quit.

I'll think of something else.

Sorry for asking.

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[phone buzzing]

Hello?
- Hi, it's Brandy from carWOW.

- [sighs]
- I was just calling to see

if you were still in the
market for a used vehicle,

because our fall-forward
sale's event...

- Aah! What the fuck?

- I'm coming down.

- What are you
doing here, Prada,

and why'd you bring
your own chair?

- Because everything in
here obviously has bedbugs.

And I came to help
you save your partner.

- Wait, seriously?

I didn't think
you liked Jillian.

- I don't. She's got
shelter-dog vibes.

- Then why are you
gonna help save her?

- Because in return,

you're going to help
me destroy my father.

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- If my dad goes down,
I take over Dominine.

If you help make that happen,

I'll give you your farm
back, free and clear.

- What's the catch?
- The catch is you help me.

I already said the catch.

Jesus, this is gonna be hard.

I feel like I'm explaining
what PDFs are to a cat.

- Don't you like your dad?

You guys have so much in common.

You're the only two
people I've ever seen

throw lit matches at valets.

- My father taught
me everything I know.

He poured all his
knowledge into me.

But when you finish
a gallon of milk,

you don't leave the empty
carton lying around.

You throw it away.

My time has come.

- Your time? You're 12.

- You only think
that 12 is young

because you're a dinosaur.

What are you, 34?

- Yes, you're really
good at guessing ages.

But why should I trust you?

You've been really,
really mean to me,

which I know sounds
childish, but it's true.

- You should trust me

because I have the perfect plan,

and because you don't really
have any other options.

Do you?
- [sighs]

Okay. What do you
need me to do?

- My father recently
made five payments

of $1,000,000 each to
a woman named Sophia.

- That's why you mad.

You think he's having an affair.

- No. I know he's
having an affair.

His mistress bought
me a birthday gift,

but he's spending
company funds on her.

And if we can get proof,

the board will have
to replace him.

- Okay, so how do we get proof?

- I hope you have a nice suit

because you're going to a party.

- Predator Power party is epic.

There's a freaking shark.
Chomp, chomp, bitches.

- Okay, so I just waited for
sliders behind Seth Green.

Predator Power party is insane.

- Okay. Who's
next? Come on up.

All right, say
"Predator Power."

- Predator Power.

- All right, now say...

- Well, the suit
thing was a mistake.

That's on me.

- What are you doing here?
What happened to Jillian?

- Nothing. It's fine.

I just...

I needed get my mind
off all that drama.

You told me to come.

- Yeah, that's the problem.

It's actually really suspicious
you took my suggestion.

- I told him to come.

He's still employed by us.

And you know what my dad says,

"Time is money, so
time off is stealing."

- Yeah, it just feels
like the Craig I know

would be off saving his friend.

- Maybe you should
worry about the fact

that the predatory hashtag
isn't even trending locally.

Go do your job.

How hard is it to come up
with a reasonable explanation

for why you're here?

Watch this.

I'm a sad farmer who's
never had a quiche.

- I've had a quiche,
Prada Lamonca.

- Shh! I don't wanna
be seen talking to you.

Wait 15 seconds, then
meet me at the buffet.

- One Mississippi,
two Mississippi...

- That was only 12 seconds.

- Nuh-uh, I used the
Mississippi method.

One Mississippi...
- Shh!

Don't look at me. Just
stare straight forward

and pile your plate.

Do you know what
you're supposed to do?

- Yeah, you made me go
over it 1,000 times.

- Well, my confidence
in you was shaken

after the whole suit debacle.

- Okay.

So as soon as it gets dark,

Rodney is gonna make
his big announcement.

[air horn blares]
- Ladies, gentlemen,

and Predators, thank
y'all so much for coming.

I stole a saw palmetto
farm from this dude Craig,

and now I'm gonna go fight
a shark for no real reason.

Yada, yada, yada.
I'm a dream killer.

[cheers and applause]

- That's not what
he's gonna say.

- I was paraphrasing.

- Do you wanna save
your friend or not?

- Fine, so as Rodney's
giving his electrifying,

logical introduction,

I sneak into the
downstairs bathroom,

second door past the
kitchen, and hide.

Wouldn't it make more sense

for you to hide in the bathroom?

I feel like you're a lot
less conspicuous than I am.

- I'm very conspicuous.

I have presence.

Also, I have my sober
companion watching over me

at all times.

Hi, Meryl.

[scoffs] Why don't people
in recovery wear makeup?

- Aren't you a little young
to have a sober companion?

Is everything okay?
- I had a period

of youthful rebellion
when I was ten.

I'm past it. Keep going.

- Okay, so Rodney
comes in to change.

- Now it's time
to kill an animal

like a fucking psychopath!

- Craig.
- I can imagine your dad

calling himself a psychopath.

I bet he thinks that's cool.

Anyway, he leaves
his phone in there.

- Which phone?
- Both of them,

his regular phone,
and the secret burner

he uses for illegal shit.

Then he locks the door

and gives the key to
Isaiah for safekeeping.

- Hold on to this.

- Then while he's off
murdering a shark...

- Grow up. It's not murder.

If the shark attacks first,

he's allowed to
stand his ground.

This is Florida.

- Okay, so while your
dad's off defending himself

against a shark aggressor,

I'll use the dongle you
gave me to copy his phone.

It'll take 14
minutes, which we have

because even if the
fight ends early,

Rodney still has to
pose for pictures

as some kind of activation
for the influencers.

- Say "I'm a predator" on three.

One, two, three.
All: I'm a predator!

- I leave, lock
the door behind me,

and give you back the dongle.

Did I get that very
simple plan right,

Prada Lamonca?

- Jesus, how much
food did you take?

- It was a long
plan. I had to stall.

- Well, throw it away,

and make sure you're
in the bathroom

by the time my dad
finishes his announcement.

- Fucking Prada Lamonca.

Fucking portion police.

I'm eating this crab
rangoon. Fuck you.

- Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo.

Oh, holy shit.

- Brock, what you
doing here, man?

- Oh, where the fuck
else would I be, huh?

It's only the influencer
event of the season.

Brother, I am just
surfing trends

and riding the waves
where they take me.

Let's get you a drink, huh?

Come on.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, gotta get
you involved here.

Maybe later we go smoke a
cigarette and touch tips.

Then I fucking worked
with those two ladies

who talk to each other, which
only led to more growth.

I mean, collabs beget collabs.

Anyway, guess how many
subscribers I have.

Let me give you a hint.

It rhymes with a million.

- A billion.
- Half a million!

[laughs]
- It's the same word.

It's not a rhyme...
- Half a million people.

Half a million people care
what I have to say about life,

love, not race.

That was a mistake. I
took that video down.

- Nice, well, it sounds
like everything's going good

for you, buddy.
- Hey, hey, hey.

You know what people ask
me about all the time?

That video where I gave
you and Jillian 20k.

Yeah, did huge numbers.

What do you say we
do a funny follow-up,

where, uh, I don't know,
maybe, uh, you pay me back?

- Well, I don't have
that cash anymore.

- All right, fine.
Then fuck it.

We'll do something
else. We'll fuckin'

shoot it right here.
- I'm not shooting a video

with you. I'm here for work.

And I gotta go. Good
luck with everything.

- Craig,

I need this.

Okay?

Do you remember when I told
you that shit was awesome?

- Ten seconds ago.
- That was a fuckin' lie.

Shit is very much not awesome.

I mean, Corby went
off to college

like a fucking show-off,
and my wife left me.

- What about all your followers?

- I need content.

I mean, they're
fucking insatiable.

How much content
can one man make?

I'm like a... Like a
moldy old grapefruit,

and they're just juicing me dry.

- Okay.
- I had one video

that got some traction,
where I shot a bottle rocket

out of my eye socket, so I
leaned into that gimmick.

Guess what fucking
happened next.

- Burned your face really bad?

- No! Well, yes,

but I rebranded
myself Socket Man.

I came up with a
killer theme song,

and then fucking Elton
John's label sued me.

Now all my God damn money
goes to the lawyers.

[air horn blaring]

- Ladies, gentleman
and Predators,

thank you all so
much for coming.

Tonight's all about...
- Well, thank you

for that deeply depressing
download, Brock,

but I really gotta go.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I didn't even get
invited to this party.

I lied and said I
was Jake Paul's uncle

who does funny pornos.
- You think I'm doing well?

I'm working for Rodney Lamonca.

I can't help you.
- Craig, please?

- I'm sorry, Brock. I gotta go.
- God damn it.

Come on. Get...
[mumbles angrily]

That slippery
motherfucker! Fuck!

[tense music]

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[phone buzzing]

- Jillian, are you okay?

- Um, still kidnapped.

Just calling because
the Boones hadn't heard

from you, and they
want me to remind you

what will happen to me
if you don't get them

their insurance back.

- I know. I'm trying.
- They'll cut off my pinker.

- Your picker!

Pinker isn't one of the options.

- She's thinking of pinkie.

- Well, I don't wanna
lose either of them.

- Jillian, I really gotta
go, but I have a plan.

It's all gonna to be okay.
- Thanks, Cra...

[door clicks open]

- I'm not trying
to be mean, Meryl,

but a lash would go a long way.

- Fuck you.

- Prada.
- Isaiah.

- You're spending a lot
of time with my brother.

- You're spending a lot
of time with my dad.

- Hold on to this.

Hey, who wants to
see me kill a shark

like a fucking psychopath, huh?

[cheers and applause]

? ?

[phone chimes]

[cheers and applause]

[suspenseful music]

[chanting] Predator! Predator!

Predator! Predator!

[cheers and applause]

? ?

[crowd gasps]

[crowd whispers concernedly]

[crowd screaming]

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- [screaming]

- This is so messed up.
Rodney Lamonca might die.

[cries] I don't know
a lot about him,

but I do know that he has a mom.

And as a mom myself, it's just
really emotional, you know?

[crowd yelling]

- Oh, this is bad!

You guys, this is really bad.

- Thanks for sending the hearts.

I love you guys.

[suspenseful music]

[screaming]

[panicked screaming]

- What the fuck's going on?

- Is there a doctor?
Is anyone a doctor?

- What happened?

- The shark ate him.
The shark ate Rodney!

Is anyone a doctor here?

- I'm a pimple popper!
- I review lotions.

- Let's go! Come on!

- Is he dead?

- What are you doing in there?

- Everyone was
screaming. I got lost.

- Wasn't that door locked?
- No.

I don't know. Who cares?

Is Rodney dead?
- He's fuckin' fine.

- Fine? A shark ate him.

What are you talking about?

- [sighs] Motherfucker.

[dramatic musical sting]

- What the fuck?

You're okay? You
weren't in the pool?

- Of course I wasn't
in the fucking pool.

You think I'd get in
the water with a shark?

- I mean, yes, you've been
bragging about it all day.

- Well, you didn't
listen close enough.

I said someone is
gonna fight the shark.

- You said, "Where's the
fish I'm gonna murder?"

- So I tricked you. [laughs]

- I don't understand.
Who got eaten?

- Stunt double. We got
the idea from Pitbull.

- Well, how did
this even happen?

I thought we're supposed to
get some dinky Muppet shark.

- That you shot full of EpiPens.

- No. No. This is not on me.

That legless fuck out there
said he could fight a shark.

If he couldn't do the job,

he shouldn't have
taken the 300 bucks.

- That's all he got?
- Yeah, for, like,

five minutes of work.

Expand that out to
eight hours a day,

five days a week, 52
weeks a year, that's...

Prada, what is that?
- 7.48 million.

- I'm so sorry
that I hired a guy

for 7.48 million
dollars a year.

Now can we just focus up here?

I'm gonna look like a giant
pussy if I go out there

and admit that I
faked the shark bite.

But if I do pretend
that I was in the pool,

people are gonna ask, "Why
does he still have legs?"

Solutions, go!

Come on. Use your
brain, rapid-fire.

Let's go. Think, think, think.

First thing that comes
out of your head.

- Stairs.

- Stairs? You fucking dumb?

- That was the first thing
that came to my mind.

- You know, I'm just gonna
fix this myself, as usual.

Behold!
- [gasps]

- I rise like Jesus Christ.

From the blood in the
water, I stand before you,

and that is the regenerative
power of Predator Pills,

ladies and gentlemen.

[uneasy music]

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I did it to prove a point.

It was a stunt,

and the fake me
is gonna be fine.

- [moaning] I'm gonna be okay.

Don't leave me, okay?

- Well, that fucking ruled.

They ate that shit up.
You see their snouts?

They're wet with drool.

All right, let's bounce.

Where's my phone?

- Right there.

- No, my other phone.

They're both in the bathroom.
I have a secret phone

with important shit on it.
- There was only one phone

in the bathroom, right, Craig?

- Yeah. Yeah, that
was the only one.

- Someone took it. I cannot
lose my secret phone.

Activate the Omega Protocols.

- The what?
- The... Jesus fucking Christ!

It's like I'm talking to a baby.

The Omega Protocols!

Lock down this party
right the fuck now!

Listen up! Party's
over! Come here.

No one gets out of here
without gettin' searched.

You got that?
- Let's go! Form a line!

Step up. Arms up.

- Welcome to Omega
Protocols, motherfuckers!

- Step up.
- Why didn't you

pocket the phone?
- Everyone was screaming.

I didn't know what
was happening.

- You didn't just
assume the stunt guy

got eaten by the shark?

- No, I did not assume
that, Prada Lamonca.

But listen, it finished copying.

Let's just put the phone back

and say we found
it on the ground.

- You think he's
gonna fall for that?

Are you calling my dad stupid?

- Why are you insulted?
You trying to destroy him.

- To prove myself.

To win his love.

Dump the phone in the houseplant

and sneak the dongle out.

- How? They have
metal detectors.

Prada! Prada!

[metal detector beeping]

Brock?

Hey, crazy what happened, right?

Did you see it?
- Yeah, I saw it.

Went over there to help 'cause
I'm a wild animal expert.

I'm the one that said,
"Shark ate this guy's legs."

- Well, I need your help,
not a big deal, tiny favor.

I was hoping you could stick
something in your eye socket.

I'll do the video with you.

- Here's my counteroffer.

Go fuck yourself.

- Brock, please, we're friends.
- We are not friends.

You just wanna get in my
socket like all the rest.

- The rest of who?
- I gave you 20k.

You couldn't give
me five minutes.

Why the fuck would I help you?

- Jillian is in danger.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- So we started our farm.

Then there were these snails.

Then I had to make a side deal

with these crazy swamp
criminals to survive.

Then Isaiah screwed me over
and sold me out to Rodney.

- God damn, you getting
fucked in every hole.

- You have no idea.

The second our business got
even a tiny bit of success,

people showed up
trying to take it.

All these... predators,

fighting over my carcass,

ripping me to shreds.

- All right, yeah. Fuck it.

I'll help.
- Oh, my God.

Thank you, Brock.
- In exchange

for part ownership of your farm.

- What?
- You gave

a very effective little speech.

Gave me an idea.
People are predators.

I need to be a predator.

- That wasn't supposed
to be your takeaway.

- Well, it was. 5%.

Are you in, or are you out?

? ?

- Hey, not to be a backseat
driver, but I think

the dongle's sticking out
of your socket a little.

- Oh, come on. No one's
gonna notice that.

People been trained their
whole life to look away

from those with disabilities.

I remind them of their frailty,
so they just ignore me.

Pretty much get
away with anything.

It fucking rules. [laughs]

- Does it hurt having
stuff up there?

- Mm, not really.

I mean, I get dizzy
from time to time

and my spine hurts if
I push it into far.

I can't form any
short-term memories.

Big deal.
- Arms up.

- It's okay. I work for Rodney.

- There's no one I trust less

than the people who work for me.

Wand him.

[metal detector whirring]

- He's clear.

- Hey, thanks for
the party, Rodney.

It was memorable.

- There he is, huh,
the fucking legend.

- Check the patch.

- Oh, whoa. Hey,
hey, hey, hey.

I don't want that cancer
stick up near my brain.

- All right, then lift it up.

Let's see that hole.

- All right, well, as
long as you don't mind

being grossed out.
- The only thing

that grosses me out
is a pregnant woman.

Fucking placenta,

fuck that shit.

Lift it.

[tense music]

? ?

He's good.
- All right.

Thanks for the party.

- That was gross.

- [laughs] Ho, ho, ho, yeah.
- Whoa.

Holy shit, Brock...
- Yeah.

- That was some
David Blaine shit.

- Mm-hmm.
- Where'd you hide the dongle?

Did you palm it?

- Nah, just shoved it
deeper in the socket

when I took the patch off.

- Oh, deep-socketed it. Damn.
- Yeah.

- You good?

- No problem.

Nat-wah.

- Huh?

- Yeah, just... Yeah,
just having a little, uh,

a little balance... A
little balance thing here.

Just might have shoved it
in there a little too deep.

[groans] Oh, shit!

- Brock? Brock?

Brock! Brock!

? ?

- He just woke up.

His vitals look good.

We think he's
gonna be all right.

- Except the doctor
made me promise

to stop sticking
stuff in the socket.

- Good, I've been telling you
that for the last year, Dad.

- And you're not
a doctor, Corby.

You're a fuckin' child
majoring in sports management.

Look, it doesn't matter
if this is the end

of my YouTube career

'cause I'm a farmer now.

- Nurse, I think
he's having a stroke.

- No, no, no. I'm
winkin' at you.

- Well, I don't
even have the farm

until we get that
dongle to Prada Lamonca.

Speaking of which, what
happened to the thing

that was stuck in his socket?

- Oh, I gave it to
his old neurologist.

He came by to check on him.
- Neurologist?

I don't have a neurologist.
- Yes, you do.

He was just here, Dr. Todd.

- Who the fuck is Dr. Todd?

? ?

- Oh, shit!

? ?

["Barracuda" by John Cale]

? ?

- ? Dark woman in
the water drowning ?

? Sinking in a funny way ?

? ?

? Black footing full
of faces floating ?

? Mimicking our final days ?

? The ocean will have us all ?

? The ocean will have us all ?

? ?

? Dead forest with
the moon arising ?

? Smiling at you out of reach ?

? ?

? Cracked window in
a chapel dreaming ?

? Hoping while they
drain 'em each ?

? Barracuda, barracuda ?

? Won't you lay down
your life for me? ?

? Won't you love
me, barracuda? ?

? If you always
need to bring out ?

? The worst in me ?

? ?

- Not a doctor.
- Shh.

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