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Previously on "Shut Eye"...

I'm not looking for a sucker.
I'm looking for a partner.

I've made some dubious
partnerships in my life.

You have a singular talent,
Mr. Haverford.

It is a shame you are
going to waste it here.

You can disobey if you want to.

Do the cards tell you how to do that?

If only.

I saw a girl. My vision of
your baby... you had a daughter.

So one of us is wrong.

How do you know it's him?

Did you hear the shit that was
coming out of his mouth?

Well, he's a paying tenant.

He's a racist pig.

I should go back in there
and rip his fucking head off.

We're legit businessmen now.

Are you sure?

'Cause I could get rid
of this sick fuck real quick.

I am not going to ask the Council

to call a kris to consider his return.

Grandma, you said
tradition is all we have.

Is it tradition
that LaLa not have a father?

That I don't?

Why does it bother you so much

that I've been spending time with Nora?

To me, she'll always be Dr. White,

so it's just a little weird.

She's become my spiritual tune-up coach.

He's dead.

You fucked up.

So did you.

They're gone.

Your vision things?

I haven't had one in weeks.

Hello?

Hello?!

Damn, girl.

- Pick a card.
- No way, Haverford.

It's just for practice.

Pick on someone who, uh,
doesn't know any better.

Can I get you something?

Yeah, whatever will kill me the fastest.

Two Jacks on the rocks.

Tennessee whiskey. I'll pass.

I thought you wanted to choke on it.

Uh, that'll do it.

No, I can't take your money.

You have no choice. Charlie Haverford.

Charlie.

Us Bulldogs have to
look out for one another,

especially in enemy territory.

Oh.

Well, whereabouts are you from?

Heard of Nevils? It's just
a pit stop on the road to...

On the way to Savannah.

Yes, sir, I believe I stopped
for gas there one time.

Not much else to do there.

Mm-hmm.

You, uh...

You lost your drawl.

So did you.

Got dragged out here as a kid.

Can't remember much,
other than some stories.

What are you doing out here?

Oh, I'm looking for a girl.

Aren't we all?

Only I found mine.

I'm gonna marry her.

Uh-huh.

I didn't get your name.

Well, hello, sweetheart.

I wasn't sure I had the right place

till this shithead tried
to sell me your backstory.

At least we know he listens to you.

So, this is where you work.

For another few weeks.

Charlie and I are moving to California.

What are you doing here?

I came to surprise you for your birthday.

It was last week.

The 16th.

It's the 11th, like it's always been.

Mama's was the 16th.

Happy birthday.

- You dying?
- Not yet.

- You need money?
- You know, can't a daddy

just look in on his little girl
every once in a while?

I haven't seen you in six years.

I travel for the work. You know that.

More than anyone, I reckon.

So...

this fella of yours...

Let me guess... he's a rat?

Eats rats. He's a snake.

He sized me up as soon as I walked in.

I think it's the boots
that might've caught his eye.

What do you think?

They are nice.

Alligator.

Gators eat snakes.

Don't they?

Just say the word.

No?

I guess you better give that
back to him, then.

Couldn't help yourself?

Charlie's a good man.

He's gonna make a great father.

Not that you could
pick one out of a lineup.

You're having a baby.

Still early.

Congratulations.

You could say it like you mean it.

Come on. You're pregnant.

You're gonna get married.
You're changing cities.

It's a lot. What do you want me to say?

Yeah, you're right.

Be strange for you to
weigh in now, wouldn't it?

All right.

You are so much like your mama.

You know, the problem is,
you're like me, too,

and I am sorry about that.

I'm sorry that I taught you to think

that you don't deserve better.

Congratulations.

Your mama wanted you to have that.

And I reckon you both earned it.

I love you, peanut.

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You liking the slim cut?

Since I'm neither a cowboy
or a '70s porn star,

I have to ask. Corduroy?

Corduroy's a classic material.

Classics never go out of style.

I think you look fantastic.

Or should I say magnificent?

I regret sharing my stage name with you.

I think it's cute.

I did, too, when I was 10.

You knew you were destined
for greatness even back then.

I think that's telling.

- Take this in.
- We're not using the name.

Oh, God, no. You're Charlie Haverford.

We wouldn't sell you any other way.

You're an ordinary man
with an extraordinary gift.

Gift, right.

I think we should play up the accident.

The visions appeared
as a result of severe trauma.

I got the shit kicked out of me.

Maybe we leave that part out.

Or maybe... or maybe it
makes you more relatable.

Let's see the gabardine.

I don't want you sweating
through your suit.

Although that may help suggest

that the visions are more taxing.

It could offer a way out
if something goes wrong,

give you a break from time to time.

Do you even need me here?

What do you think? Your opinion matters.

I think she's talking to you.

We'll start off in a small venue,

try out a couple of different approaches,

see what you're comfortable with.

Of course, the visions
are the real "X" factor.

If we hit the ground running,
the sky is the limit.

Glasses.

I think glasses.

They're gone.

What?

My visions.

They're gone.
I haven't had one in a month.

It's happened before but never this long.

Well, that's a relief.

I hope they stay gone.

What?

What?

Are you hearing me?

I heard you just fine.

You think the visions make you special.

I don't.

Hell, up until a couple of minutes ago,

I thought you were
making the whole thing up.

But you believe Paz can
communicate with the universe?

I said I support his claims.

It's a minor distinction.

It's a big distinction.

Paz thinks he's
communing with the universe,

he is communing with the universe.

To me, your visions are a wild card,

and wild cards scare me.

I like to know what I am dealing with.

Listen, I didn't pursue you
because you can see things.

I pursued you because you have talent.

You can cold read with the best of them.

You are smart, you are capable,
and you are...

And I'm in on the con.

Which makes my life much easier.

Let's make a deal.

And if one of us doesn't hold up our end,

the other one can walk away
from this thing at any time.

I'm listening.

Funny.

The deal is this.

We do not con each other.

Ever.

Sound good?

Great.

Let's go.

I just... I have this crazy,
irresistible urge

to just buy one of everything.

I mean, is that normal?

Always look at the price tags.

They tend to make things more resistible.

Sweet baby Jesus.

Yeah, well, he couldn't afford
anything in this place.

Ugh. So, tell me what to do,
like, talk me out of this.

I mean, tell me what I really need.

Diapers, boobs, a safe place to sleep.

Just complete your registry,

then buy what's left after the shower.

Sho... I don't know about
a shower. Did you have a shower?

The girls
I worked with threw me a shower

when I was pregnant with Nick.

My boss wouldn't let us have it inside,

so they dragged tables
out to the parking lot.

Not exactly what guys are looking for

when they walk into a strip club.

Come on. You're leaving me in suspense.

What did the ultrasound say?

Oh, no. I told my OB
that I didn't want to know.

But the girls at my office,
they want to throw me a, um...

What is it called? A gender reveal party?

- I've heard about those.
- Mm.

They didn't have that
when I was pregnant with Nick.

- Sounds fun.
- Really? You think so?

I mean, it just sounds like
millennial nonsense to me.

They want to do it Friday night.

- Where?
- At the office.

No way. It's a terrible idea.

Save the stale hospital smell
for the delivery room.

You are gonna have it at our place.

Oh, come on, no. I can't let you do that.

I insist.

It's the least that we can do

after all the help
you've been to Charlie and me.

Where's the ultrasound?

It's at my house in a sealed envelope.

That's perfect.

You bring it to the party,

and we surprise everyone... even you.

Eh.

Well, Charlie said it was a girl.

Paz said it was a boy.

Maybe they're both right.

Maybe this is just your first.

I was standing there for like 10 minutes

trying to time it so it wouldn't
wash out too soon,

just waiting for Simza to burst in.

- So she believed it.
- Mm-hmm.

That's fuckin' brilliant.

I should've taken lessons
from you instead of my aunt,

because the last scam that
I tried blew up in my face.

This wasn't a scam. It was self-defense.

What about Little Tony?

Is, um... Isn't he
going to figure it out?

Yeah, so, the next morning,
he asked me what happened.

Didn't remember a thing.

So I told him I saved his ass.

I told him he couldn't get it up.

Yeah.

It worked.

He was so embarrassed,
he hasn't asked for it since.

What? What?

It's just some stupid thing going around.

Oh, my God.

Nothing personal, your school sucks.

Believe me, I know.

They're just rumors, all right?

Look, they don't...
they don't know anything.

May not know anything now,

but I'm sure they'd find out soon enough.

Bet Little Tony's telling everyone.

You should fight fire with fire.

- How?
- Take charge of the rumors.

Give them something else to talk about.

Hm.

Scoot over.

Smile.

Oh, come on. Fire with fire, right?

Fire with fire.

What'd you find on our guy?

Not much paperwork around.

I mean, no timecards or anything.

He didn't have any employees.
It was just him.

Family?

I didn't find any photos.

I sent my cousin to check his
address on his driver's license.

He lives alone.

No one to miss him.

What about this junk? Worth anything?

I just started going through it,

but I found something
that might be nothing.

Come here.

5 bucks says it's LaserDisc players.

Fuck me.

This shit is military-grade.

We killed a fuckin' gun-runner.

I owe you 5 bucks.

Ah, fuckin' hell.

Ma.

Is this how you live?

A pig sty is more orderly.

Something to drink?

I got water and, uh... uh, water.

Oh.

No, thanks.

So you got my message?

Your request for a kris...
that's a lot to ask.

I know.

But I've been working
really hard... on myself.

Oh, please.

It has been two months
since you have been banished.

Don't try to convince me
you're a different person.

But I've been doing
a lot of reflection since then.

I don't care what you've been doing

or what you think you deserve.

Jesus, Ma, I'm sorry.

Am I allowed to say my piece, hmm?

Simza and I are aware of your
appeals to rejoin the family.

We are considering them.

But there are conditions.

And restitution to be paid.

I'll pay everyone.

Whatever it takes.

I just want to spend time with my kids.

How touching.

Because of your action,

the Marks family no longer exists.

We are Rankos now.

And if you're allowed to return,

you will be one, too.

I understand.

Do you?

It means you'd no longer
be the head of the household.

That falls on White Tony's eldest.

Your son-in-law.

He's just a kid.

Who was elevated by your own hands,

and now you have to abide by his rules.

Then, I'll reach out to Josip
and make a formal request.

In the meantime...

do something about this.

It's an embarrassment.

Why the fuck
did I volunteer to do this?

Because this is what normal people do...

...and someone decided to try

doing normal for a while.

What a surprise.

I got an e-mail about
the party changing locations.

Now, I know you're not one to ask.

We learnt that at the retreat.

But since Charlie's away practicing,

I thought you could do with a hand.

This one's for us, but I bought more.

Snacks and party favors.

Get in here.

Charlie tells me you two have a son.

Nick. He's 15.

He'll be 16 in a few weeks.

I have no idea how that happened.

Oof.

What about you?

Oh, no kids.

They didn't fit with the plan.

You were married.

Twice. That obvious?

Tan line on your ring finger.

The last one finished six months ago.

He ended it this time.

You were married to the same guy twice?

I'm not one to give up on a good thing.

Or a bad one, apparently.

I still haven't signed the papers.

Who knows. Stranger things, right?

What should I do with this?

I'll trade you.

You said Charlie was practicing.

Well, he's used to reacting
to people in front of him,

one-on-one.

Now he has to stand and deliver.

Speechify.

Mm, essentially, yes,

but more important than
the words is... believing them.

He needs to prove he means what he says.

You think we're scam artists.

I think your clients
get something from you,

like you did when
you came to the retreat.

It's not for any of us
to judge how people heal.

Tell that to Charlie.
He thinks Paz is full of shit.

I'm worried people will feel
the same about Charlie.

When he speaks, if... if there is even

the slightest hint of inauthenticity,

he will be chased out of the room.

He needs to be a man of faith.

What do you have him doing?

I gave him some homework.

Told him to write me a sermon.

This better be important.

I have two more appointments,
both referrals.

I may never get them back.

Sorry. I got to close up early.

I will make it up to you.

I want a Saturday.

No.

I'll give you a Sunday,
but I pick which one.

Fair.

New glasses?

Yeah. Yeah. What do you think?

It doesn't matter what I think.

But the spirits think
you're trying too hard.

Sorry about the barbecue.
It wasn't my idea.

Silent treatment.

So, yeah, you're gonna
suffer through this with me.

It's the least you can do.

"We look not at the things
which are seen but at the things

which are not seen, for all the things

which are seen are temporal,

but the things which
are not seen are eternal."

Hear that?

Your body's eternal.

"Simplicity without a name
is free from all external aim,

with no desire at rest and still.

All things go right as of their will."

"1 fish, 2 fish, red fish, blue fish."

Come on. That was funny.

This can't be that hard.

When...

No.

Nope.

Shut up.

- Little Tony.
- Good to see you.

Do I detect the glow of new life here?

We could only
be so lucky so soon.

Please, come inside.

Thank you.

Given the way this union came together,

I'm very pleased
with how it's worked out.

They have marvelous chemistry.
Don't you think?

Oh, I agree. I totally agree.

And how's your family?

I hope all is well,
because I hear your grandson

is recovering from surgery.

Appendicitis, yeah.

Oh.

I know how hard it is
when a child is sick.

And we sometimes wonder how...

how we do with so many under the roof.

Yeah, most days, I don't know
how we manage, honestly.

This is why I'm here.

You want, uh, additional assistance.

We have cut back,
and Little Tony has done

a wonderful job with the finances, right?

But he is not yet of age
to contribute to the household.

What are you asking for?

We think it's time to bring someone in,

someone who knows both families.

Mm-hmm.

I could arrange to
spend a little more time here,

- if you'd like.
- Oh.

Oh, you're such a good friend.

But we want somebody closer to home.

You want the Council to restore Fonso?

We want a kris to take this
request into consideration.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

Yes, this is what we want.

And this request has your full support?

There has been enough
bad blood between our families.

And now with this
beautiful union, it's...

it's time to put that to rest.

For good.

And what guarantee do we have?
That he'll toe the line?

Even I am totally surprised
by the man he has become.

Being separated from his
children changed him profoundly.

Mm.

I see you've got your claws
in her nice and deep.

I'm only surprised it took this long.

Oh, Simza is perfectly capable
of making her own decisions.

In fact, this has been
quite a struggle between us.

But this is one of
the few times we agree.

Rita, I'm not Tibor, and I'm not Fonso,

and you can't play me
like every man in your life.

Family comes first.

This I always believed, as you did once.

I hope you remember.

But if this is beyond you, let
me use terms you do understand.

Power and money.

Right now, we're hemorrhaging both.

And you know as well as I do
what Fonso brings to the table.

I can call a kris.

I can't guarantee you'll
have the support you need.

You all have to be there
to defend yourself...

you, Little Tony, Simza, and Fonso.

Understood.

Ooh.

Scandalous.

I'm my own man.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I've been lucky.
Aside from a little bit

of morning sickness, I've been great.

Oh. Wait till the baby
elbows you in the kidneys.

That's when the real fun starts.

- Honestly, I can't wait for that.
- Hey.

- Here you go.
- Oh. Thank you.

Would you like one? Cider.

Thank you.

Ah. I'll be right back.

Yeah.

Didn't expect to see you.
I thought you were on walkabout.

Come on. And miss this? Hmm?

Enlightenment can wait.

So, I bet that you never envisioned,

when we first met, that I would
be back in this house again,

let alone an invited guest.

Clearly, I'm not a very good psychic.

You don't need to have superpowers

to help people, Charlie.

I'm glad that you are
finally understanding that.

Maggie told you about our
little venture, did she?

Yeah. I'm happy for you,
and I'm glad for her.

Besides, I think she was getting...

a little creatively stifled with me.

She's a bit of a ball-buster,
that one, isn't she?

Well, just keep your priorities straight.

You'll be fine.

Okay.

It is time, everyone.

Ooh!

Thank you. No, I am not
the magician in the family,

but I still know a trick or two.

As you can see,
this is a typical balloon,

filled with hot air
like the men in our lives.

Now, Nora, it is not time
for your epidural just yet,

but what do you say we answer
the question of the day?

If you would, please, do the honors.

Ooh.

It's a girl!

That was amazing!

Well, that's odd.

I could've sworn you said it was a boy.

Cake.

Thank you.

How's the sermon coming?

It's really coming along well.

I can't wait to hear it.

Can I have everyone's attention, please?

I would like to extend a blessing

to my dear friend Nora.

May the joy that you feel
in your heart right now

extend through your life into
the life of your firstborn.

And I hope you know
that whenever you need me,

wherever you need me, I will be there.

I may not be as good as a baby monitor,

but I'll be listening.

- Aww.
- Thank you.

That's beautiful.

- Charlie...
- Hmm?

...isn't there something
you wanted to say?

Huh?

Something about raising a daughter.

It's really moving.

Yeah.

Girls are amazing.

And sweet and complicated.

And they are much stronger than boys.

Probably because girls
mature faster than boys,

and boys are slow.

Not "slow," but slower.

Not to prove your point for you, honey,

but it is time to open gifts.

So why don't you shut it
so we can have some fun?

Yeah!

- Have a seat, sweetheart.
- Thank you.

Who are you texting?

Friend from school.

I thought you hated it there.

Hey, can we talk?

Like a real conversation?

About serious stuff?

What?

I think we should try again.

The thing that we tried
to do the first night...

that I messed up and...

Stop. I get it.

It's just that I've been
practicing, and...

Oh, my God.

Gross.

I'm not gonna let you down this time.

I can't do this right now, okay?

I've got a test tomorrow.

I'm gonna study downstairs.

Don't wait up.

_

_

Fuck.

It's literally hours of this.

Sometimes someone will come in,

they'll look around, and then they leave.

Watch this.

No one buys anything.

And neither does he.

Then the entire fuckin' shop's a front.

That's my guess.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop.

Go back.

Here. Play it.

Could be our guy.

Play it cool.

You play it cool.

Where's Caygeon?

I'm afraid he's out of commission.

What happened to him?

Trust issues.

I'm sure you could understand that.

_That stupid deserve that.

_Was an asshole.

_I can´t argue that.

_Who you are?

_Let's say, from now on...

_you don't have to fuck with a middleman.

_What about him?

_Gipsy, but he worth.

What?

Looks good.

Mind me asking where you acquired these?

50 down, 100 on delivery.

How much?

50 down,

125 on delivery.

Hm.

A sign of good faith?

Always wanted to learn.

I think we can make that happen.

There's no right way to forgive yourself.

There's no magical cure.

Like everything in life,
you just have to work at it.

Time heals all wounds.

If you ask me, that's
some bullshit right there.

You don't feel better
because time has passed.

You feel better because
you've processed it.

Every emotion, every detail,
you put it to bed.

You've put in the work.

Blonde woman, second row to your right.

You're putting in the work
right now, aren't you?

Car accident, two years ago.

She was driving.

Looks like she was at fault.

There were injuries.

You're reacting to us.
You need to react to them.

You blame yourself for the accident.

You were driving.

She may have lost her son.

I'm not sure if it's related.

Getting more details.

You can't, uh...
You can't forgive yourself.

Can't find any birth record...

Whe...

Hey, hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're in a safe place.

We're all with you here.

Your son...

what was his name?

Christopher.

How far along were you?

Five months.

Christopher wants you to know
that he doesn't blame you.

And he doesn't want you
to blame yourself, either.

Oh, damn.

Wow.

What was that? What the fuck went wrong?

Nothing, far as I could see.

Nothing? No. I-I got lucky.

That could've been a disaster.

But it wasn't.

Because you are exactly
the pro I thought you'd be.

Oh.

You messed with the equipment
on purpose, didn't you?

You needed to see for yourself
what you are capable of.

There aren't any tea leaves
or tarot cards back here.

This is just you and them.

You pulled this shit with Paz, too?

Paz is successful because
he believes in himself.

He's delusional.

Maybe. But he isn't afraid.

But I am?

Eventually, you will come
to believe in yourself

as much as I do.

Hey. Sorry to intrude.

- Oh, come on in.
- Oh.

What is this?

It's, you know, just a little
thank you for the party.

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, you went to a lot of trouble.

Oh. No, it's nothing. And I had help.

Well, look, I don't want to bother you.

- I know you're working.
- No, no, no. It's a slow day.

Let's open this.

You experienced heartbreak
and loss early...

only to find love later than most.

Mm.

And because of that...

and relationships should
tend to be a bit selfish.

I'll have you know, I am very giving.

No, I'm sorry. I'm not seeing that.

I want my gift basket back.

No refunds.

So, how does this stuff work?

Um, are you reading me or my hands?

Both.

You realize that these lines
are present from birth.

It's true.

They're determined by how
we clench our fists in the womb,

so it tells you more about
how someone's gonna

throw a punch than what
their sex life is like.

Do I come into your office
and tell you how to do your job?

Yes. Twice.

Actually, I think it was
more like three times.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why I did that.

Uh...

Oh.

I should go.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

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