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["Everybody Hurts" playing]

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♪ When your day is long♪

♪ And the night♪

♪ The night is yours alone♪

♪ When you’re sure You’ve had enough♪

[alarm beeping]

♪ Of this life♪

♪ Well, hang on♪

♪ Don’t let yourself go♪

♪ ’Cause everybody cries♪

♪ And everybody hurts♪

♪ Sometimes♪

♪ Sometimes Everything is wrong...♪

[radio host] And folks, if I’ve learned one thing, it’s this:

You can’t let your disability hold you back.

You got to wear it like a badge of honor.

You got to go out there and you gotta say,

"World, this is me. This is who I am in all my glory,

and I’m here to win."

♪ Don’t let yourself go♪

♪ ’Cause everybody cries♪

♪ And everybody hurts♪

♪ Sometimes♪

♪ Sometimes Everything is wrong♪

[song fades]

[manager] Here at San Diego Trust Credit Union,

we don’t have customers

or clients. We have members.

Family members.

And that’s...

exciting!

[worker clears throat]

Yeah, big time. Yes! Yeah.

[manager] And there’s nothing

more exciting than Christmas bonus day.

Our busiest day of the year.

The day hard-working union members

get to turn their labor into holiday joy.

[footsteps echoing]

[manager] Because tomorrow, we put the "trust"

in San Diego Trust.

And that’s it. All right, that’s it.

[Nate] Nice. Powerful.

Yeah, great job. Good stuff.

Right, back to work. Back to work.

Right. [clears throat]

And what about the store? Are you, are you getting by?

Had to let Terrance go.

But I still open every day.

Not sure what else to do with myself

now that Betty’s gone.

Earl, I’m...

I’m really sorry, but if you can’t pay,

we’re gonna have to foreclose.

[sighs heavily]

I understand.

Okay.

What I can do

is I can hold on to this paperwork until after the holiday.

That should buy you enough time for Betty’s Social Security

and retirement to clear probate.

Now, I can’t promise that it’ll save the store, but...

that should keep you in your house.

I appreciate that.

Let me walk you out, okay?

I’m so sorry again, Earl.

I mean, I can’t even imagine

what it’s like to lose someone after 50 years of marriage.

Time don’t matter.

Would’ve hurt just as bad if I lost her the day we met.

She brought the sunshine in my life.

Know what I mean?

Yeah.

Totally.

[coffee burbling]

[sighs, chuckles]

Hey, Nate? Oh. [stammering]

Hi! Hey, what’s up? Oh, my God! I’m so sorry.

Oh, no. That’s fine.Jesus!

I can take care of that. Holy shit. I’m sorry.

No, really, you don’t have to.

I’m actually really good at getting stains out.

You actually don’t have to. I’m good. I’ll take care of it.

I promise. Everything’s-- Do not worry.

[sensor beeping]

I, uh...

Uh, I...

I go-- I have to, uh, go. [sighs]

Sorry. Oh.

[Nate] Real smooth, idiot.

Yeah, come in. Hey.

Sherry! Hey! Hi.

Hi. Um...

Am I just so very fired? [chuckles]

I know I’ve only worked here for four months,

but I really feel like I have a lot to contribute.

No, no, you’re not fired. You’re definitely not fired. Are you sure?

Yeah. I feel like I at least owe you a new shirt.

Oh, this shirt? No. No, no, no. This is...

It’s the worst shirt I have.

Okay. Well, maybe I could take you to lunch?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, no, actually.

Sorry, I brought mine today, so I’m okay.

Okay. Yeah. No pressure.

Okay. But if you change your mind, let me know.

Bye.

[sighs]

Hey, uh...

You know what?

I’m in. Okay.

Cool. Leave in ten? Yeah! Sounds good.

Looking forward to it!

Don’t say that so loud.

[chuckles]

[server] Oh. Welcome back, honey.

I see you’ve brought a friend this time.

Yeah, this is Nate.

Hey there, Nate. What can I get you?

Oh, you know, just a milkshake, please. Vanilla milkshake.

You don’t want any food? They have really good sandwiches.

Really good sandwiches? Uh...

Nah. I’m good.

Okay. Um... Then I’ll have--

Oh! Please tell me you’re not out of the cherry pie.

It’s your lucky day.

Got one left. Oh, yes!

[both chuckle]

So...

what’s your deal?

Uh...

My deal? Yeah. [chuckles]

You’re just always, like,

I don’t know, in your office

and you never come out to the happy hours.

I don’t really know. You know? I’m, um...

I guess I’m just not really a... very social person.

Okay.Yeah.

Do you have a girlfriend? No. No, I don’t. Um, not...

Not right now. [laughs]

Are you on the apps? No! God, no.

Why not? Really? You’d do great.

I could take a profile picture of you right now.

The reindeer tie would slay.

Oh, okay. All right.

Thank you very much.

Enjoy. Holler if you need anything.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Mmm! Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God! This is so good. Cool.

Do you want some? Oh, no, I’m okay.

You should have a bite. I’m good. No, I’m--

Really, Sherry, I’m fine. Take a little bite.

It’s so good. I can’t. I can’t! I can’t.

I’m sorry. I just can’t have any pie.

What do you mean, you can’t?

[sighs] Uh...

Okay, um...

I have a genetic disorder.

Oh.

Okay.

Go on. Oh.

Yeah, um...

It’s called CIPA.

Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis.

Um...

It affects my nervous system.

And it, uh...

basically makes it so I can’t feel pain.

Um...

Or hot or cold.

And that’s why I can’t have the pie.

Or any solid food, really, because...

unknowingly I could...

bite my tongue off.

Oh, the coffee earlier.

Yeah, I couldn’t feel that at all.

Holy shit!Yeah.

You’re a superhero.

Yeah, sure. Yeah.

I have the power to step on a nail,

and not know until my shoe fills up with, uh...

blood.

Right. Didn’t think about that.

True story, by the way. We were at the aquarium, my mom fainted.

Jesus.Yeah.

My parents, they, um...

They basically spent my entire childhood at the hospital.

And then when they found out

that the average life expectancy

for my condition was, um, 25,

they sort of locked me up.

I’m sorry.

No, hey, I’m, you know, I’m...

I’m still kicking. [chuckles]

Okay. I mean, I hear all that...

but does that really mean that you can’t have

just a little bite of this pie?

No. Can’t. I mean...

Like I said, I could bite my tongue off.

You’re not gonna bite your tongue off, Nate.

This is the best cherry pie on the west coast, okay?

I swear to God.

Listen. If anything goes wrong, I’m right here.

Okay.

Okay?

Here we go. Taking a bite. Yep.

Open your mouth.

Okay.

Remember, chew softly. Yep.

Uh-huh. Let the magic happen.

Uh-huh.

My God, that is so good! [laughs]

That is so good. Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Wha-- Yeah, I told you.

What?

This is pie? This is pie. Yeah!

[laughs] Pie’s good.

Congratulations.

Whoa!

[exhales]

What are you doing later tonight?

[chuckles]

[Nate] Look, she invited me out to this art show.

[stammers] I’m just not gonna go.

I think I’m just gonna stay here and we’ll play, and it’ll be fine.

[friend] You’ve been talking about this girl for months.

You’re basically in love with her.

If I were you, I’d be all over that shit!

[Nate] But I’m not like you.

I’m not cool. I don’t drive a Harley.

I’m not this hunky guy with a man bun.

[friend sighs] Again, it’s a short pony.

But dude, that stuff is not why I do well with women.

Does it help? Of course it does, I’m not gonna lie.

But confidence is king!

I feel like I’m gonna mess it up somehow.

[friend] What’s the worst that can happen?

You wind up alone in your living room playing video games?

You’re already there, my guy! What do you have to lose?

Nate, you’re gonna die. What?

Oh, shit. Sorry. Um...

Ah, okay.

[friend] No, no, no, that was actually really impressive.

I’m sorry, my head’s not in this right now.

Can I call you back a little later?

[friend] Oh, sure, yeah. I’ll just go fuck myself.

Okay, thanks.

[sighs]

["Casual" playing]

[chattering]

Boo! Hey! Hi.

Hey. You came, you’re here. Yeah!

No, of course. You know, my schedule cleared up

and, uh, yeah. Cool. Well, I’m glad you’re here.

Yeah, of course. What do you think?

These are yours?Mm-hmm.

These are awesome. [laughs] Oh, thank you.

Who are they?

Um, they’re from my therapy group.

Some cutters, some suicidal.

Everyone’s kind of recovering in their own way.

Jesus, you run a therapy group, too? Huh.

Oh. [chuckles] No, no, no. I attend it.

Oh. Oh.

Damn, I’m so... I’m sorry.

No, no, no. Don’t apologize. I did not mean...

You’re okay, it’s fine. Okay.

I’m not ashamed of it. Okay.

Oh, wait, you have a... [Sherry] Oh, God!

[laughing]

I sold one. Yeah.

Why are you so surprised?

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

Um... So, where’d you grow up?

Well, I grew up in Tucson.

And Cedar City.

And Sacramento.

Hmm.

I was in foster care. Okay, yeah.

So I just kind of bounced around until I was twelve

and then I got adopted.

And I had, you know, uh,

my own room and a big brother and parents.

And it was all very exciting.

That’s amazing! Do you still see them a lot?

[Sherry chuckles]

Not really, no.

Um...

It wasn’t exactly a loving household.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah. So, I, uh...

left when I was eighteen,

and I’ve been on my own ever since.

Man, that is tough. I’m sorry.

It’s fine.

You know,

if you don’t have anybody you care about,

it’s harder to get hurt, right?

[man] Novocaine?

Holy shit.

It is you!

I mean... This is fucking wild.

I... [splutters]

[laughing] I thought you’d be dead by now.

Yeah, well...

I’m not. Yeah!

Good for you, bro.

[thump] [laughs]

Just like old times, huh?

It’s fucking Novocaine!

And he’s not fucking dead!

[laughing]

[Sherry] So who was that?

Oh. Uh, that was, um...

some asshole that I went to middle school with.

And what did he call you? Novocaine?

Yeah, uh, it was...

It was just some dumb nickname they gave me.

You know, once the other kids found out about my condition,

they basically started kicking my ass pretty much daily,

figuring it didn’t matter, you know,

because I couldn’t feel any of it, so...

I’m sorry.

Yeah. But...

I got to say, as far as nicknames go...

"Novocaine"? [chuckles]

Kind of badass. No.

Really? Yeah! Yeah.

Okay, well, thank you, but they didn’t think so.

It-it... It was fine. [watch beeps]

[beeping continues]

S-Sorry. Um, excuse me for one second. I’m just gonna...

Hey!

Yeah?

What is the deal with the alarm?

Yeah, um...

I got to set one of these every three hours

or else my bladder might explode.

Other kids had a blast with that one, too. Trust me.

[man, Sherry chatting]

[laughing, chatting]

[clears throat]

You’re so funny. Yeah, I like to think I am.

World-traveling kinda guy. Hey.

Glad you two are getting along.

We really are. He’s hilarious.

You know what?

I think you two just need to let bygones be bygones.

What do you say?

What do you mean? Shots! Duh!

Come on. My treat.

Yeah, sure, why not? [Sherry] Nice. Okay, great.

Hey, and, uh, no hard feelings, right?

Yeah, sure.

"Feelings." Get it? [giggles]

That’s so clever. [man] This fucking guy.

There you go.

Thank you.

Here you go.

[coughs]

What the fuck was that?

[retches, coughs]

Yeah, what is that?

Leapin’ Larry’s Five Alarm Ghost Pepper Sauce.

[Sherry] Do you like it?

[grunts, coughs]

Yeah, it’s Novocaine’s favorite.

[coughing, groaning]

Hey, should we, um, head back to your place?

You can put those on his tab.

No! [bartender] Done.

[coughing]

[laughing]

That was amazing. That was...

You’re a very good actor. Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God. That’s got to be killing him

thinking that I’m taking you home.

But you are.

Wait, what?

["Mist of a Dream" playing]

Have you really read all these books?

I don’t get out much.

Really? You’ve even read the...

Mayo Clinic A-to-Z Health Guide?

When you can, um, impale yourself without realizing it,

uh, you know,

first aid knowledge comes in pretty handy.

Touché.

[clears throat]

You’re a real Renaissance man, Nathan Caine.

I never would’ve guessed.

[Nate sighs]

Hi. Hello.

What else are you hiding?

Sorry.No.

No, I’m sorry. Uh...

It’s okay.

You sure?Yeah.

[Sherry gasps]

Is there more?

There’s a bit more, yeah.

Whoa.

Nate, what the...

What the fuck? Who are you?

These are amazing. Where did you get them done?

Uh...

I did them myself. No, did you really?

Yeah.How long did that take you?

Um...

Well, it started when I was a teenager and...

as I got better at it,

I kind of got more sucked into it, and it was, uh...

It was just like, um,

this secret world.

This...

This other life that,

you know, was actually an adventure.

It’s a story, isn’t it?

Yeah. Yeah, you could...

You could call it that, yeah.

How does it end?

I don’t know. Um...

I’m still figuring that out.

So, I have a question.

If you can’t feel pain,

does that also mean that you can’t feel...

pleasure?

I mean, uh...

I think I can.

Can you feel this?

I feel a little bit of pressure.

Okay.

How about this?

Definitely feeling something.

You’re...

gorgeous.

It’s not just you, Nate.

Everybody is hiding something.

I think we’re all just...

looking for someone we can show it to.

[birdsong]

[alarm beeping]

[Nate grunts]

[alarm continues]

[alarm stops]

[sighs]

["I Believe in a Thing Called Love" playing]

[chuckling]

Yes!

[gasps] [tires screech]

Sorry!

"Hey, Sherry, so last night was life-changing."

No, no, no. Way too big. Uh...

"Last night was really great."

Uh...

"Last night was...

amazing."

Ho, ho, ho! [bell ringing]

Ah, gentlemen.

Love the outfits.

How can I help you?

We’re here to make a withdrawal.

[screaming]

Get down on the fucking ground!

Get down! Get down!

Get on the fucking ground! [shouting]

[robber 1] Take the back! [robber 2] Get on the ground!

Get down! All right, everyone.

Do exactly as we say

and you’ll all live to open up your presents.

Phones on the ground in front of you!

Hands behind your heads!

Mr. Manager... [sobbing]

...you’re up.

[panting]

[robber 1] Alarm’s tripped!

Three minutes!

[grunting]

[manager panting]

Open the vault.

I won’t be able to open it in time.

2:45.

Open the vault or I will kill you.

No. I won’t do it.

He won’t do it.

Man called my bluff.

I...

asked you...

very nicely!

[punch landing]

[exhales]

[gurgling]

Captain Kringle? Huh?

Your beard.

[wheezing]

Sorry, buddy. [manager coughing]

You saw my face.

[Sherry gasps] [people screaming]

Assistant manager!

Your turn!

Two minutes.

[robber 1] Combination!

Say the fucking combination!

[grunts]

What the fuck is wrong with you?

1:30.

Hey. Hey. Hmm.

Look at me.

Say the fucking numbers.

Wha-- What?

[grunts]

No, no, no!

Don’t.

Huh.

Okay. Have it your way.

Wait, hey, hey.

Wait! Wait! Wait! No!

Don’t! Stop, stop, stop!

[robber 1] Okay, here’s the deal.

Open the vault or I open her brain pan.

Okay, okay.

Three, two, one. Okay! I’m telling you!

I’m telling you! Stop it! I’m telling you!

01-32-26.

[Sherry whimpers]

Was that so hard?

[robber 2] Come on, come on, come on.

[strains]

[laughing]

Holy shit.

Merry Christmas, motherfucker.

[sirens approaching]

Come to me, baby.

[siren wails] [tires screech]

Cops are here early!

Go. Let’s move it!

Take the bag! He’s got the other.

Let’s move!

[robber 2] Grab a fucking hostage.

[robber 1] Sorry, sweetheart.

Come on.

Here we go. Don’t fucking look at me!

Merry Christmas.

All right, three, two, one. Move!

Guns on the ground!

Okay! Okay.

Just take it easy.

[officer] Nobody needs to get hurt.

Go.

[gunshots]

[panting]

[sirens wailing]

Hurry up, asshole! Let’s go!

[panting]

Sherry.

[tires screeching]

[gasps]

[officer groaning]

[officer groaning]

[officer coughing, panting]

[strained] Help me.

Damn it.

All right. [breathes heavily]

[officer winces]

Hey, hey.

You’re gonna be okay.

All right? [officer groans]

Just keep pressure on it.

[dispatcher on radio] 32 and 34, backup eight minutes out.

Eight minutes?

Don’t.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I will bring it back. Come on!

Oh, my God, what am I doing?

[tires screeching]

Hey, you good?

Good?

I’m better than good. We’re rich, motherfuckers!

It’s not about the money.

What is important is that we had fun.

Aw, fuck, I’m going fast.

[engine roars]

Guys?

We’ve got company.

[groans] These fucking cops!

[grunting]

Oh, fuck!

[tires squeal]

[horn honking]

Okay. Okay. You’re okay.

You’re okay, you’re okay.

[sighs]

Fuck, he’s still coming!

What’s your fucking call, genius?

Split up. Meet back at the shop.

Get on the highway. No, no, no.

Ain’t getting on the highway. Get on the highway.

I want to stay there. He needs us.

Do it! He’s-- [groans]

Come on. Which one, Sherry?

[tires squealing]

[panting]

Please be the one. Please be the one.

Shit! Jesus!

Oh, shit! [screams]

What the fuck?

[Nate grunting] [crowd chatters]

[worker] Hey, are you okay?

Sorry. No, I’m sorry.

[worker] Where you going?

Out of the way!

Fuck off!

[Nate panting]

Oh, hey, hey. Hey, look.

Look, I don’t want any trouble. I just want to know where Sherry is.

Wait.

You’re not a cop?

Uh, no, but...

[sighs] Come on, man. Just tell me where she is.

[stammers] I’ll let you go. Okay?

You ever fired a gun before?

Do you, uh... even know where the safety is? Hmm?

Mm-hmm.

[grunting]

Hey, wait!

[cooks chattering]

[panting]

[grunts] Hey, man.

I don’t want to fight, okay? I’m not that guy. I just want--

[grunting]

[workers shouting in Spanish]

Get the fuck out of my way. Move!

[panting]

You’re fucking dead, you know that?

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

Just tell me. Please.

[grunts] [screams]

Motherfuck--

Okay, so those are definitely third degree,

so you’re gonna want to run it under some cool--

[grunting]

I’m not done with you.

Okay, wait, hold on. Come here.

Look, I still feel like we can both get what we want here.

[screams] Oh, you’re strong! [grunts]

[grunting] Ooh, I am so sorry.

[both grunting, groaning]

Hey, last chance.

Tell me where she is. Eat shit.

[sighs]

Okay, okay. Uh...

Come here!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[Nate screams]

[panting]

[coughing]

You don’t have, like, a gluten thing, do you?

[grunts]

[sizzling]

[gunshot]

[sizzling] [Nate panting]

Hey.

Hey, man, you okay?

[retches]

[gagging]

[groaning]

Oh, shit. Okay, okay.

You had to do it. You had to do it.

Think about Sherry.

[sighs]

[phone chimes, buzzes]

[sighs]

"At work."

At work.

Um...

Hey, what?

Okay, okay.

All right.

[panting]

[grunting]

[friend on phone] I’m sorry, so Sherry was kidnapped

and you killed a guy in a kitchen?

Roscoe, just listen to me very carefully.

I don’t have a lot of-- Oh, my God, I got shot.

[Roscoe] What, you got shot? Just listen.

I just texted you a photo of a tattoo.

I need you to call around to every parlor in San Diego

and try to find out who did the art.

[Roscoe] What am I, your fucking secretary?

I’m not doing shit!

Roscoe, I wouldn’t ask if I had any other choice.

I mean, we’re a team, right?

[Roscoe] Yes, a video game team.

We’ve never even met in person.

And now you’re involving me in a real-life murder?

Why don’t you just call the police?

You know, I technically stole a cop car.

Then there’s the whole thing about the guy that I killed.

[Roscoe sighs] Fine. Jesus. I’ll get you the address,

but that’s it, okay?

Okay, thank you!

Thank you, bye.

[reporter] Details are still trickling in,

but we have confirmed reports of multiple fatalities.

Citizens are advised to report

any suspicious activity in their area

but to not engage with possible suspects.

[detective 1] Shit. Bad week to quit drinking.

You quit drinking?

No, no. I just mean it would be.

Detective! Yeah, what do you got?

There’s three officers down.

One in the ICU.

Bank manager DOA inside.

Three gunmen, two cars.

They took a hostage with them.

And one additional suspect at large.

Additional suspect?

Yeah, the assistant manager.

He stole a cruiser and followed the gunmen.

Witnesses say it’s the same guy who opened the vault.

Could be a double-cross.

Do we have units in pursuit?

No, these were the only ones in the area.

Calls went out to the Fifth and Sixth,

but they’re spread thin ’cause of the holidays.

Okay, thank you, Officer. Thank you.

We need to get a file on that assistant manager, quick.

Today was supposed to be an easy one.

I’m going.Thanks.

I’m going.

Coming through, newsies! Out of my way!

Come on.

[knocking on door]

Closed for lunch! Come back later!

[knocking continues]

Hmm.

Hey! It’s me! Nate!

[whispering] What in the Sam Hill?

[Nate] From the bank. Could you let me in?

Hi.

You sure you don’t want me to just call you an ambulance?

Uh, no. I told you. There’s no time.

[sighing] All right.

[Earl groaning]

Sweet Jesus!

Here we go.

Earl, you okay? Me? Oh, yeah, just--

This was not what I expected today.

Hey, if it’s any consolation, me neither.

All right.

All right.

If I can find it.

[flesh squelching]

Huh. Is that it?

Hey! There we go. Ah!

All right.

Just some of this.

Just a little bit.

Okay. [sniffles]

Here we go.

[Earl wincing]

Yeah. There we go, see?

Good as new. [sighing]

Oh, whoa. Um...

Earl, was there--

[stammers] There’s an EpiPen in there, right?

You mind handing that to me?

What? You allergic to something?

Um, thank you, no, uh...

epinephrine’s just another form of adrenaline.

It should, uh, keep me from passing out.

[gasps sharply]

Yeah, that did it.

Okay.

[sighs loudly]

Yeah, all right. Hey, Earl.

Thank you so much. Sorry, this was...

a lot.

You go get that girl, Nate.

Oh, hey, um...

Almost forgot. This should help with the mortgage for a while.

[Earl gasps]

Betty always said you were a good kid.

Oh! Sorry.

All right, uh, I’ll see you later.

You know, if I-- If I don’t, uh, die.

[sighs, chuckles]

You might want to launder that, by the way.

Ah.

[phone chimes]

[sighs]

[detective 2] One of our bank robbers?

God, I hope so.

Be a shame if it was the real Santa.

Kitchen staff said a crazy guy in a tie did all this.

I’m thinking that’s our assistant manager.

Oh, speaking of...

[grunts]

Got a bit of a profile on him.

Uh, Nathan Caine.

Single. Male. Thirty.

No record. No affiliations.

Zero traffic tickets.

An online gamer tag of "Magicnateball."

Oh, that’s good. Uh...

Worked at San Diego Trust for six years.

That just doesn’t sound like a stone-cold killer to me.

And yet...

Yeah.

Do you have a cell phone number for him?

Guy just robbed a bank, killed a guy.

Do you really think he’s just picking up his cell phone?

[phone ringing]

This is Nate speaking. [on phone] Hi, Nate.

Uh, this is Detective Barbara Mincy

of the San Diego Police.

How you doing?

[Nate] I’ve-- I’ve been better.

Did you catch the others?

Is Sherry, the hostage, is she safe?

Yeah, well, you know, we’re working on that.

But whatever it is you’re doing isn’t making our job easier.

So if you could turn yourself and the cash in right now--

Whoa, wait, wait, sorry. Um...

Holy shit. You think I’m in on this.

[Mincy] No, no, Nate, uh, we’re just following the facts here.

Look, hey, I don’t give a shit about the money. I just want to save Sherry.

Mm-hmm. Well, that’s our job to worry about, not yours.

Yeah, well, I heard that 75% of hostages who die

are killed in the first three hours, so...

Unless you’re calling me to tell me you found her,

I’m not gonna stop.

This Sherry...

She, uh, she your girlfriend?

Yeah, I mean, you know, we haven’t necessarily

put a label on anything yet, but the--

Stop it, all right? I know what you’re trying to do.

You don’t give a shit about us.

No, Nate, that’s not true.

We just want everyone to get home safe, okay?

I understand you care about her, but--

Do you?

Do you know what it’s like to wait your whole life to meet someone?

Someone who changes everything? Who...

finally gives your life meaning?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

My daughter.

And if your daughter was kidnapped,

would you wait around for someone else to save her?

Or would you do it yourself?

All right, Nate. Have it your way.

[sighs]

Got a trace on his cell.

Hey, you good?

Yeah. Let’s move.

[dispatcher on scanner] 11898, I show your dispatch and send 29C-47.

This is a total fucking shit show, man.

Look, there’s nothing on the scanner about your brother.

That means he probably lost the tail.

Then why the fuck ain’t he here?

[chuckles] I don’t know!

Okay? I don’t know. I’m sorry. I don’t know everything.

Maybe he had to switch vehicles.

Maybe he stopped off to get some ice cream.

The point is, your fucking whining about it

isn’t gonna make him show up any faster.

Watch how you’re talking to me.

You may be running point on this,

but you’re not my fucking boss.

Hmm.

Andre...

I need you to switch up the vibe right now.

Because you’re bumming me out.

Come on.

Ben is gonna be back in 15 minutes

and everything is gonna be fine.

Just keep saying it. "Everything is gonna be fine."

[Sherry] Yeah, fucking right.

[clears throat]

No more silent treatment, huh?

Hey.

I’m sorry I hit you, okay?

Do you, um...

Do you want to hit me?

Make it even?

Fuck you.

Wow.

[scoffs]

I do not like that tone.

I don’t like it.

But I got just the thing to fix that attitude.

Oh, come on!

You love cola gummies. Stop it, Simon!

Stop.

[Simon] What is this?

Who is this little tantrum for?

[Simon scoffs]

We’re alone now.

You can feel free to break character whenever you’d like, sis.

It’s just that you promised nobody would get hurt, okay?

You fucking promised.

It’s the heat of battle, Sher.

Shit happens. The heat of battle?

You did not have to kill Nigel!

Nigel? Who is Nigel?

The bank manager.

[Simon scoffs] He was a nice fucking guy.

He was a Nigel too, wasn’t he?

[laughs] Nigel.

Sher.

I hate to break this to you,

but if you were able to get that vault code out of lover boy,

everyone would be alive right now, including Nigel.

Oh, my God. [Simon] Hmm.

It’s not like he had it framed on his wall.

Sounds a whole lot like an excuse.

[chuckles]

You know how I feel about excuses.

Don’t you?

You’re so fucking impossible.

What’s done is done. Okay?

Let’s just stay focused on the plan,

and we can hash all this out later

over some piña coladas in Mexico.

Those are disgusting, by the way.

[Simon] Ugh! Gets in your teeth.

[opera music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[sighs]

[gasps]

Yeah? Hello, ma’am.

Um, is Zeno here?

I just need to talk with him for a second.

Sorry, customers only.

You know what? That’s actually why I’m here.

Um, I’m just looking to get some work done.

[clears throat]

Looks like you’ve already had some work done today.

Sorry?

Oh! My appearance.

Uh, well,

you should see the other guy.

[sighs]

[door unlocks]

[opera music continues]

Thank you.

Oh.

Thought that was a real guy for a second.

Wait here. Thank you.

[breathes heavily]

[footsteps approaching]

[Zeno] You. What’s good?

I’m good. I’m--

Everything’s good. Um...

Uh, I was just looking to get a tattoo.

Fuck. What’s happening with your hand?

Oh!

Psoriasis.

It’s really, really flared up on me today.

Yeah, all right.

[sighs] So where we working?

Uh, yeah, just, um...

right here.

Damn. I like your tats. That’s good shit.

Oh. Wow, thank you so much.

I, uh, I like yours, too.

So, uh, what you want?

Well, I have a buddy of mine, um,

and he got this awesome tattoo. I want the exact same one.

I think he said that he got it here?

[Zeno] No shit.

[chuckles] You know Ben?Ben!

Yeah.Ben.

So, um, did you guys serve together?

Yeah, we did.

Serve together.

Honorably. Hmm.

Rock on, brother.

Hey, um, speaking of Ben,

is he still working at the same place?

I don’t know. Ben doesn’t talk about work.

[Nate] Classic Ben. Hates work.

Hates it.

Um...

Funny story about Ben.

Um, you know his last name, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

How would you think it’s pronounced?

Seriously, you’re gonna... you’re gonna love this.

Just... just say his last name.

Why don’t you say it?

Ah, you know, never mind.

It’s fine. It’s not that funny.

Because, you know, if you tell a bad joke,

you have to explain it, it’s not good.

Yeah, give me a sec.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Take your time.

[sighs deeply]

[Zeno] You know,

I’m thinking that maybe you don’t know Ben.

[gun cocks]

Yo, what the fuck is this?

I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Just put down the knife.

[knife clangs]

Tell me everything you know about Ben and I’m gone.

[grunts] [Nate] Whoa!

Shit!Oh, no!

[screams] [grunts]

I’ll give you another one for free.

[both grunting]

[chuckles] Let me show you how it’s done.

[Nate panting]

[screams]

[both scream]

Shit. Fuck. Oh...

[grunting] [panting]

Fuck! Ow! Shit.

You little shit!

Fuck you, man.

[both grunting]

Enough of this shit.

[panting]

[Zeno chuckling]

What the fuck are you doing?

[panting, groaning]

Oh! [grunting]

[screams] Fuck!

[screaming]

Shit! Fuck! My eyes!

Oh, fuck!

[groaning] Oh, fuck!

I can’t see! Okay. All right, man.

[groans] What the fuck? What’s his name?

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, man.

Okay. Look, look.

Please. Please don’t make me do this.

Fucking eat shit, man.

Okay. Okay, this is gonna suck. Are you sure?

Oh, fuck off!

Okay. Here we go.

[screams] Fuck!

Hey, hey, just give me his name.

Just give me his name. [screams]

Oh, Jesus!

Fuck, it’s Clark! It’s Clark! Okay. Okay.

Clark, Ben. Ben Clark.

There we go. Was that so hard?

Listen, I’ve given you what you want.

[stammering] Now just fucking go.

Just one second. One second.

[line ringing] [Zeno groans] Oh, shit.

Hey there, Chad, it’s Nate over at San Diego Trust.

Glad I caught you before the holiday.

Yeah, listen, I was hoping you could run a quick credit check

on a new client whose file’s incomplete.

His name is Ben Clark. [groaning]

He did serve in the military. Does that narrow it down?

Yeah. Yeah, V.A. loans. That’s him.

Um, you don’t have any employment on record, do you?

How about a last-known residence?

Yeah, um, yeah, hold on one second. Um...

Okay, shoot.

Okay.

402...

North Tower Lane.

All right. Chad, thank you so much, man.

You’re the best.

Oh.

Yeah, Merry Christmas to you, too. Go, Padres.

[door slams]

[water running] [exhales deeply]

[sighs]

[Andre] Something’s wrong. He should definitely be here.

Look, he’s got plenty of time. We can’t leave till it’s dark anyway.

I’m gonna check his house. The house he just spent

all weekend booby-trapping like he’s Wile E. fucking Coyote?

That house? You think he’s gonna go back there?

Use your brain, man.

He’s my brother!

I’m well aware of that.

Take a half hour. If he’s not there,

I’ll come back and we can go.

Andre.

Andre!

Don’t be a fucking idiot!

[sighs]

[dog barks nearby]

All right.

Okay, so you’re a prepper.

Ew.

Where the hell do you work?

[mechanism clicks] [chain rattles]

What?

What is that?

What the fuck is that?

Why?

Okay, uh...

[groans]

All right.

[groans]

[sighs]

[skin tearing]

[groans] Whoa. Hmm.

No.

There you are.

[mechanism clicks]

Oh.

Come on! Really?

[groans]

Crossbow under the sink.

Of course.

All right, whatever-- Fuck it.

[grunting]

Okay. Okay.

Yes. Yes!

Yes.

Okay. I found you.

And now I’m gonna make you wish you never--

Oh, my God!

[grunting]

What?

What the fuck?

Oh, fu--

Oh, phew. Big phew.

Okay. Um...

[phone ringing] [breathing heavily]

[Roscoe] This better be you calling from a hospital or a jail.

No, not quite. I’m at, uh,

402 North Tower Lane in Cortez Hill.

I’m hanging upside-down and I need you to come get me.

What the hell do you mean you’re hanging upside-down?

I mean I’m currently suspended in some kind of snare trap,

and if you don’t come right now and cut me down,

then Sherry’s gonna die. I’m probably gonna die.

Dude, you can’t put that shit on me.

I’m not getting involved in this.

You already are, okay?

Look, man, I’m sorry. I just...

I don’t know who else to call.

Maybe to you I’m just some random guy you met on the Internet,

but to me, all that time we spent together it actually meant something.

You’re...

You’re my only friend, Roscoe.

And right now,

I need you.

[Roscoe sighs] Oh, goddamn it!

Okay, look, it says fifteen minutes,

but I’ll take the Harley and be there in ten, all right?

Yes! Yes, thank you. Thank you so much.

[Roscoe] Yeah, yeah, just hang in there.

Sorry, that wasn’t a pun. I meant it sincerely.

No, no, it was funny. It was funny.

Just please hurry, okay?

[Roscoe] Yeah, okay. Bye.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

I can make it ten minutes. Okay.

[front door opens]

[Andre] Ben?

Oh, no.

You here, bro?

Hi.

Who the hell are you?

Uh. I’m-- I’m just a thief.

You know, just came here to, uh...

thieve.

Where’s my brother?

I’m sorry, your what?

Uh, look, man, look, I don’t know anything

about anybody’s brother. I’m--

You know, I just randomly picked this place and, uh,

well, apparently, I picked wrong.

You know, most people have the doorbell

with the camera, but an indoor snare trap?

[chuckles] Egg on my face.

You don’t look like a thief.

Yeah, well,

the best of us rarely do. Hmm.

So you just picked this place at random, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, just my luck. Yeah?

Then why the fuck

do you have his address on your fucking hand?

That’s such a good question.

And... [phone buzzes]

...the answer’s really gonna blow your mind.

Yeah, you can go ahead and take that if you need to.

Yeah?

Look, um...

Ben’s dead.

Just heard it over the scanner.

Who did it? Cops? Uh, no.

Apparently, it was just some random Good Samaritan.

Skinny guy in a suit.

Look, um,

why don’t you just get back here

and we’ll figure it all out?

[hangs up]

Did he seriously just hang up on me?

[cocks gun]

Whoa, whoa, hey, hold on.

Hold on. Hey. Let’s just talk about this.

You killed my brother!

Look, man, I, uh...

I did kill him.

And, look, I know that means you’re gonna kill me, too,

but please just do me a favor, okay? Just--

Just make it quick.

There’s no need to draw this out.

I got a better idea.

[whispers] Yes!

[Andre] You know, when I used to do this shit

back in special forces... [DJ indistinct on radio]

[Nate] Mmm.

...it was always to try and get some information.

Mm-hmm.

But all that matters now...

is the pain.

Think about that. You understand pain?

Yeah... I hate it so much.

["You’re the Inspiration" playing on radio]

Oh. Oh! No! Stop it!

[Andre grunts] [Nate groans]

I mean, oh, fuck!

[groans] This is bad!

Goddamn it!

[screams]

Oh, wow.

[sobbing]

Oh, God, you sadistic fuck.

Oh. [groans]

No, not the pliers.

Please, not the pliers.

I can’t even imagine what you’re gonna do with that.

[shushes] Please. Oh!

This little piggy...

went to market.

[Andre groans] [Nate screams]

[Nate breathes heavily]

God, I hate how you spend so much time on this.

[Nate groans]

This little piggy... [groans] Oh, boy.

This little piggy... Uh-huh?

[Nate groans]

...went wee, wee, wee, wee, wee...

fucking all the way home! [Nate screams]

Oh, wow, that hurt! That one hurt the most.

[Nate groans] How you doing?

Terribly.

No! Please, no.

Whoa, all this sucks so bad.

Please don’t do that again.

[Nate exhales sharply] [phone buzzes]

[music stops] What?

[Simon on phone] Where the hell are you? We’re leaving

in thirty minutes. Get your ass back here.

Yeah, yeah. I will wrap it up.

[phone clatters on table]

Now for my favorite part.

I’m gonna keep your eyes in a jar on my mantel.

Oh, wait, don’t do that. No. Uh, uh...

Actually, don’t do that.

Uh, hey, hey! Your brother...

Your brother told me something...

before he died. He said, uh...

He said, um...

"Tell my brother I’m sorry."

[Nate breathing shakily]

"I’m sorry...

for that thing that happened when we were kids."

And... [breathes heavily]

...he said, "Tell him...

Tell him that Mom and Dad always loved you the most."

Bullshit.

We never met our dad.

Okay, I think maybe he meant it metaphorically.

Wait, no! Please, please, please, please don’t!

[Andre grunts]

Roscoe?

No, it’s fucking Daft Punk.

[breathes heavily] Of course it’s me.

[sighs]

Thank God. I was...

Huh. What do you mean, "huh"?

Uh... No, I mean, um... it’s just, uh...

Didn’t you say...

that you were six-foot-five

and that you looked like Jason Momoa?

I said I kind of look like Jason Momoa.

Right.

He’s just a very specific-looking man.

How about you just say, "Thank you for saving my life"?

You’re totally right. Absolutely. Sorry.

[Nate chuckles]

Oh, hey. [chuckles] Thank you.

Okay.

Okay, that’s enough.

[both sigh]

Look, go do whatever you got to do

and please stay alive.

I need you to be physically able

to explain all this to the cops.

Okay... I will stay alive, I promise.

You’re gonna have to do better than that.

Oh!

[Andre grunting] [Nate shouting] Whoa!

Roscoe, get something! Right! Oh, shit. Oh.

[panting]

[Andre, Nate grunting]

[Andre] You motherfuckers. Heads up!

[grunts, chuckles]

Oh, shit! Sorry.

It’s fine. Just get something else.

[Nate grunts]

[screams] Fucker! [grunts]

[Nate yelps] [Andre grunts]

[both grunting]

You bunch of--

Aw, shit, man! [coughing]

Bear mace. Yeah, more, more!

[grunting]

Yeah, more.

Yeah, do you like this? [chuckles]

Yeah, that’s right, bi--

Oh, goddamn it!

[grunts] I’m gonna kill you!

Whoa! [Andre grunts]

[both grunting]

I’m gonna fucking rip your fucking head off!

Just... die! [Nate grunts, chokes]

[Nate grunts, strains]

[Andre gurgling] [Nate panting]

Ah, okay.

[Roscoe groaning]

Good thinking with the mace.

[Roscoe] Yeah. [Nate pants]

Jesus!

Hell of a way to go.Uh-huh.

[watch beeping] [Nate groans]

[beeping stops] What’d you set a timer for?

Um, it was for your...

for your ETA or whatever.

I actually should pee, though.

Yeah.

Wait, what?

Who the fuck are these guys, anyway?

No idea.

Huge Home Alonefans, apparently.

Hey, um...

thanks again for coming.

Yeah, well... [inhales deeply] ...what are friends for, right?

Yeah, man. That being said...

I will testify against you if need be.

Yeah, no, no worries. I assumed.

[police sirens wailing] [Roscoe gasps]

Oh, shit. It’s the cops.

Well, great.

Tell them everything. Let them go save her.

No, no, no. They’re not gonna listen to me.

They think I’m in on this. [Roscoe sighs]

No, if I go out there, they’ll bring me to the station.

And by the time I can convince anybody to go after Sherry,

she’ll be dead.

[Roscoe sighs]

Wait a minute.

I think I have an idea.

Your Harley-- it’s still parked out front, yeah?

Yeah.

Sort of.

What do you mean "sort of"?

[Mincy on megaphone] Nathan Caine!

I need you to come out the house with your hands up.

Look, don’t make this harder than it has to be, okay?

This whole town’s going to shit

’cause the Chargers and the Clippers betrayed us.

Really? Now?

Seriously. Broke our heart for what?

To be second fiddle to the Rams and the Lakers?

Freeze! Freeze!

[engine starts, revs] Hey!

Freeze! Freeze! Hey, stop! Stop! Shit.

[sirens wailing] [tires squeal]

[Mincy] Wait, what is he doing?

[detective] I don’t know.

[sirens stop] [tires screech]

[Mincy] Hands!

Let me see your hands! Hands!

Shit.

Who the hell is this guy?

Ha, ha, ha!

You’ve been deceived, for I am not Nate!

Don’t care. [grunting]

[breathing heavily] But who you are is somebody...

who’s about to go to jail. No, no, wait, wait!

I can help you! I can help you! I know where Nate’s going.

Yeah? Start talking then. Okay, okay,

but could we have a no-kicking policy from this point on?

Where is he?

[Simon] All right, come on! Time to go!

Where is your jumpsuit? I’m not doing this, Simon.

Not doing what?

It’s already done.

Can’t do it. [Simon sighs]

Oh, fuck off.

Since when did you grow a conscience anyway? [chuckles]

I mean, what about all the other jobs we’ve done?

We’ve killed people before. No.

No. You’ve killed people before, Simon. You.

Not me. I’m not like you.

[Simon] The thing is...

you’re not a better person than I am.

Not even a little bit.

’Cause you won’t admit what you are.

You think all this fake remorse is gonna save your soul? Hm?

It’s bullshit...

Simon.

...and you know it.

Drop the gun!

Oh, my God. Nate.

I’m not gonna ask you again.

Okay.

You okay, Sherry?

[breathes shakily]

Um...

I’m sorry,

who the fuck are you?

I’m the guy that killed your friends.

[breathes shakily]

So if you don’t want to wind up like them,

I suggest you let her go,

and you get the hell out of here.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my fucking God.

[Simon laughs] Simon, don’t.

You’re the guy from the bank, right?

[Simon laughs]

Okay.

This is legitimately the funniest thing that’s ever happened to me.

You’ve been tailing us to try to save... Sherry.

Is that right? [chuckles]

Uh...

I hate to break it to you, bud, but...

she’s my fucking sister.

She played you, man. Yeah.

[Simon laughing]

[breathes shakily]

[Simon] You thought that she had feelings for you.

Stop, don’t. Nate, I’m...

I’m so sorry, okay?

I never meant for you to... to...

Look, everything that happened between us,

I meant it, okay? It was real, I swear.

Oh, what a load of horseshit! [Sherry stammers]

[Simon] Look, man,

you’re pointing the gun at the wrong bank robber, dude.

You should be shooting her.

So, now listen.

Why don’t you just get out of here, man. Okay?

What are you doing? [Nate breathing heavily]

Get yourself to the urgent care,

and just forget all about this.

[Sherry] Simon, stop it.

Get over it.

[Simon, Nate grunting]

[Simon grunts]

[Simon pants, chuckles] [Nate coughs]

I’ll give it to you, bank boy.

You can take a punch.

[Simon sighs] [Nate coughs]

[Simon grunts]

Let’s see how you do... [Nate breathes heavily]

...under a little pressure.

Perfect.

[both breathe heavily]

[mechanism whirring]

[Sherry] Simon, stop it!

[laughs]

[Sherry] It’s not fucking funny. Stop it!

[Simon laughs]

Stop! [Simon shouts]

[breathes heavily]

[both grunting]

Stop!

[both breathing heavily]

What the hell you doing? What are you doing?

Are you just gonna crush his head?

Well, he started it!

[breathing heavily]

Just go.

Honestly, just go! Take the money and go!

I’m gonna stay with him.

[scoffs] You’re gonna stay with that guy?

Yeah.

[Simon] Sherry.

[chuckles] Come on!

I don’t even know you anymore.

Fine.

Hmm.

[breathing heavily]

[breathing shakily]

You won’t do it. Yeah?

You sure?

Mm-hmm.

You know what? You’re right.

You don’t know me anymore.

[gunshot]

[breathing heavily]

[Sherry breathing shakily]

Got him! Moving in.

[Mincy] Hands! Hands up!

Get them on your head.

[detective] This one’s cooked. Help this guy.

[mechanism whirring]

[grunts]

Damn, Vespa guy was right. He’s pretty beat up.

Yeah, well, good thing we’re here to save his ass.

You’re lucky that you got such a good friend.

Little too chatty for me, though.

[chuckles]

[phone buzzes]

[Mincy sighs]

Backup will be here in five. They’re still stretched thin.

Does that mean I can punch out now?

Wanda’s gonna start It’s a Wonderful Life without me.

Yeah, we’ll just get the elves to do your paperwork.

Mm-hmm. Wouldn’t that be amazing if we had--

[gunshot]

[whimpering]

[engine starts]

[tires squeal]

[grunts]

Hey, hey.

Show me where you’re hurt. [Mincy groans]

[Sherry panting] [Mincy groaning]

You’re gonna be okay.

You just have to get to a hospital.

I’m gonna take your car and go after them.

Like hell! I’m not giving you my keys.

Sorry.

Don’t worry... [gun cocks]

...I’m gonna make sure--

You’re really gonna shoot me?

I should, asshole.

But I won’t. You’re taking me with you.

Okay.

[Mincy grunts]

[Roscoe gasping]

Uh, hey, hi. Uh, could someone please tell me what’s going on?

Go, go, go! We’re gonna lose him! Yeah, don’t worry.

I know where he’s going.

Where who’s going?

Oh, we’re on a high-speed chase right now?

[tires squeal]

[sirens wailing]

[groans] Fuck!

[breathes heavily]

[Simon groans]

[Simon groans]

Oh, shit.

At this speed, you won’t be able to make any adjustments,

and I don’t know how you drive--

[exclaims] School bus! [tires squeal]

[horn honks]

[Simon breathing heavily]

[groaning]

[tires squealing]

What the fuck?

You again?

Oh, Jesus Christ. [laughs]

[Simon shouts]

[grunts]

[Simon strains]

[grunting]

Stroller! [pedestrian] Yo!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jesus! Where’d you learn to drive like this?

I used to boost cars.

What? I don’t anymore!

[grunting]

[Simon] Oh, I might be dying,

but I’m gonna kill you first.

[grunting, strains]

[knuckle cracks] [grunts, panting]

Oh, shit.

[both grunting]

[groans] Fuck!

[gun clicking]

[Simon laughs] [Nate breathes heavily]

Oh. You fucking loser.

[Simon laughs]

So where’s this son of a bitch going?

He’s headed to Pier 7.

What for? There’s a boat waiting.

It was gonna take us south.

[screams] Taxi! I can see, thank you!

[tires squeal]

Hey, slow down! Stop! Stop!

[security guard yells]

[tires screech]

[Simon] You want to know something funny?

If you’d have just stayed in that bank,

Sherry would be right here sitting next to me.

She’d be just fine. [laughing]

But now?

Now...

I’m gonna hunt her ass down.

I promise you that.

Yeah, well...

if you do find Sherry...

I want you to tell her something for me, okay?

Oh, God.

[laughs]

You are one sorry son of a bitch.

You know that? [laughing]

[electronic whining] [Simon laughing]

Yeah. I know, right?

It’s kind of my thing.

Listen, I want you to tell her...

[whirring]

...that even though we didn’t spend a lot of time together,

that I always felt like we...

could’ve gone... [mumbles]

[Simon] What?

What’d you feel like? [machine beeps]

What was that?

I can’t fucking hear you. You’re mumbling. Speak up!

Oh, sorry. I’ll try to be a little more...

clear!

[zapping] [Simon screams]

[tires screeching]

[sound muffled]

[gasps]

[coughs]

[panting]

[sound clears]

[coughing, panting]

[growling]

[straining]

[Simon shouting in pain]

[shouting]

[Nate gasping] [Simon panting]

[Simon laughs]

I like that you’re making me earn it, bank boy,

but we got to wrap this up.

[tires screech]

Let’s go. [groans]

What?

Fuck, I can’t.

I can’t.

I’m sorry, I have to go. Wait, wait.

God, I hope I live to regret this.

Take it.

That motherfucker shot my partner.

Don’t miss.

And you, out! Oh, okay.

Get her to a hospital.

Sure. Yeah. Go.

Oh! God, that’s a lot of blood. Huh.

At least it’s not a stick shift, am I right? [chuckles]

Sorry. Bleeding to death. Right.

[both grunting and groaning]

[groans]

[yells]

[screams]

[straining]

[crunching]

[laughing]

Oh.

[panting]

End of the line, bank boy.

[gunshot] [Simon yells]

[Simon strains]

[screams]

[groans]

You always did fight dirty.

[yells]

Sherry!

[Sherry choking]

Looks like I finally found a way

to make you feel something, huh?

[Simon screams]

[grunting]

[groans]

[growls]

[yelling and grunting]

[grunting]

[growls]

[chokes and gasps]

[grunts, gasps sharply]

It’s okay. I got you.

[Nate] Hey, asshole.

Feel this.

[Nate panting]

[Sherry coughing]

Nate! Hey, Nate?

Nate, hey. Nate.

Hi.[weakly] Hey...

Sherry...

I love you.

You’re really cool.

[laughs]

No, no, no, no! No, no, no, no!

No. Hey! Hey! [siren approaching]

Nate, please.

Help! We’re over here! Please!

[sirens wailing]

I’m so sorry, Nate. I’m so sorry.

I’m here. I’m right here.

I’m not going anywhere, I promise.

I’m sorry.

[sobbing]

I’m sorry.

[monitor beeping]

[Nate grunts]

[hospital announcement on PA]

[grunts] [beeping continues]

Hey, hey, hey.

There he is.

How you feeling, bud?

What happened?

Oof. Well, you’ve had some major blood loss.

Oh. And a heart attack.

And a brain hemorrhage.

And third-degree burns.

And a lot of broken bones.

But you’re okay now!

[laughs] It’s a Christmas miracle.

It’s Christmas?

It’s actually January 11th.

You’ve been in a medically induced coma.

But still... [chuckling] ...you’re alive!

Wait. Sherry. Is she... is she okay?

Don’t worry. Sherry’s fine.

She’s okay.

Yeesh.

Oh. We meet again. Hey.

Hey! Look who’s up.

[Nate] Yep.

You look... Um...

brave.

I’m glad you’re up

because I just came from the courthouse.

You’re looking at some pretty serious charges here.

Manslaughter, breaking and entering,

grand theft auto.

Yeah, those...

Those sound really bad.

Yeah, they are.

There’s enough here to lock you up

until you’re twice my age.

Uh-huh.

But you did save a cop’s life.

And you also had some pretty persuasive character witnesses.

Also, you’re a white guy who works for a bank, so...

the judge took it easy on you.

Six months house arrest.

Five years probation.

Get a lawyer to look at that, but it’s a pretty good deal.

Oh. [chuckles]

Almost forgot the best part.

This is from Grace.

My daughter.

Take care, Nate.

Thank you, Detective.

Detective.

You’re look-- Are you looking at the hand?

Oh, the hand? Oh, you mean your burnt-up, crisped-up hand?

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, it’s... it’s jarring, for sure.

Is it the worst part?

I just think they shouldn’t have to

dress it up all sexy, like in fishnets.

[Nate] It’s a skin graft.

Look, I would get a glove... Okay.

...personally. Yeah.

[Dungeon Lord roars]

Prepare for pain.

[Roscoe laughs] This guy must not know who he’s dealing with.

Okay, cast toxic cloud.

I’m equipping the blackstone armor. I’m going in.

[Roscoe] Oh, hey, you’re coming on Saturday, right?

It’s a big birthday for me.

Yeah, man. Wait, it’s not...

it’s not at a biker bar, is it?

[Roscoe] Aw, fuck you. [laughs]

Yeah, man, of course I’m gonna be there.

[watch beeping]

Oh. Oh, shit!

Dude, just hold it for a couple more minutes.

This guy’s almost dead. No, dude, it’s not that.

I actually have to get ready for that dinner.

[Roscoe] Wow. You’re ditching me to go on a date.

I know, I know. It’s very cute and adorable,

and I will make this up to you later. Goodbye. Wait, wait, wait--

[Nate] Hey, uh...

I can’t believe it’s been a year since our first date.

I am...

so happy I tried the pie.

Me too.

And, hey, you even wore your tie.

Yeah. You noticed. Yeah. [laughs]

It took the dry cleaners a while

to get the blood stains out, but, um... you know, they managed.

They did a good job.

Oh, wait, um...

Sorry, I almost forgot.

[Sherry gasps]

Oh, my God.

You finally figured out the ending.

Felt kind of weird to have the knight rescuing the damsel.

So I had them, you know, kind of saving each other.

It’s perfect.

[chuckles]

[person] Hey!

Button that shirt up!

This ain’t no conjugal visit, man.

Oh, sorry. No, this isn’t like a sex thing. This is, uh...

[prison guard] Uh-huh? Okay, yep. Got it.

And I know that’s not an open flame I’m seeing.

Nope. It’s not.

[coughs] Sorry.

Don’t play with me.

I’m not trying to play with you, sir.

Just shh.

Is he new?

Uh, no. He’s intense.

Yeah. He’s really intense.

Yeah, they’re strict here. It’s jail.

[prison guard 2] Inmate 241, time’s up.

That’s a tight 15 minutes, huh? Yeah.

At least we only have to put up with it for another eight months.

Yeah, seven months, 19 days, but who’s counting?

[Sherry chuckles]

[prison guard] Don’t make me come over there!

[both laugh]

You’re gonna get me in trouble.

[Nate] I’m so sorry.

[whispering] He’s so intense.

I know. I got to go. Okay.

I’ll, uh, see you soon...

Novocaine.

["Power Lines" playing]

[chuckling]

["Power Lines" continues]