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My friend...

goodbye.

You sure...tried your best.

But, uh...

...you know, it just didn't work out.

Maybe now.

-Hey. -How are you?

-Guess what? -What?

-It's in. -That's what

I was hoping. Thanks so much.

I only got one case, so settle for one bottle?

Sure. For now. Yeah.

Oh.

Look. It's scratched. Do you mind?

Oh. No problem.

Hey, bring a bottle of that new Cabernet

from the back for Mr. Nolan, will ya?

This label's all scratched up.

Yeah.

He's new. Started yesterday.

I think he's going to be okay.

-On the floor. -Whoa. Whoa.

Get the money now, motherfucker.

Get on the fucking floor! Give me the money.

-Okay. Okay. Just stay cool. -Come on, motherfucker!

You better stay on that fucking ground, man.

Relax. Stay cool. Here.

Come on, man! Give me the fucking money!

Jesus!

Fuck!

Wait! Wait, wait, wait!

You okay?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

He shot the phone. I'm getting help.

What happened, man?

Oh, uh... you're going to be okay.

-I'm fucking shot. -Yeah, it's okay. You're gonna be okay.

-I'm fucking shot, man. -Help's coming. Help's coming.

Who was it?

Uh, some -- some kid. Give me the bottle.

-It was a guy, huh? -Yep. Some guy.

-He get you? -Nope.

-That's good stuff. -Shh.

-Only one case back there. -Don't worry about that.

-Don't worry about that. -It's good stuff. Is Tony okay?

Yeah. He went for help.

-Um... -A lot of blood.

Oh, it's okay. Feel that?

A lot of blood.

Yeah. It's okay.

T-They're coming.

Who are you?

What's your name, man?

What's your name?

John.

Hey, John.

Hey.

John...

I think I'm fucking dying.

No, you are not. Don't say that.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

I think I'm fucking dying, John.

-No, you're not. -Freeze!

Don't shoot. Don't shoot!

Let him go!

The man's been shot. I'm helping him, Officer.

Let him go!

I'm helping him. There's a man shot right here.

-Let me see your hands! -It's okay.

-I got him. -You got him?

Yeah, he's okay. He's helping the other guy.

Are you injured, sir?

I'm not. He is.

I need an ambulance. 740 Dobson Street.

Man down. Man down.

Let's roll. Sir, you can't come inside.

-No, I got to go too. I got to ride along. -Sir, you're not --

Let's go, let's go, let's go. Let's go.

Sir, what's his name?

-What? -Your friend -- what's his name?

I don't know.

He wants to say something.

Auggie...

The name...is Auggie Rose.

It'll be okay, John.

It'll be okay.

This is Unit 21.

The patient's BP is now 80 over 60 and dropping.

ETA is 12 minutes.

Did the assailant have any other physical characteristics?

Uh, it's just what I told you. I was on the floor.

Do you think you'll be able to identify him?

No, I don't know. I was on the floor.

He wore black sneakers. Like I told you.

What about his voice?

His voice?

Mr. Nolan, did you hear his voice?

Look, I got to go.

It was normal.

Mr. Nolan.

Hemorrhaging precipitated the massive amount

of patient blood loss.

Excuse...me.

Ballistics should be ready tomorrow.

I think it's a .38.

Yes?

The patient? Auggie Rose?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. He didn't make it.

Anyway, got quite a few fragments in the pelvic bone.

It's going to take some time, but I think we can get them all out.

Mr. Nolan.

Mr. Nolan, you need to finish your statement.

Yeah. What do you want to know?

I need to know your occupation.

I'm an insurance salesman.

I sell life insurance.

John?

John?

John.

What are you doing?

And the store clerk came out of the back.

I guess it startled this guy, the robber,

and he shot him in the stomach.

I know it's a cliche, but how easily could have been

my blood spilling out on the floor at Tony's?

But it wasn't. It was this man, this Auggie.

He was killed and I'm fine.

Mm. My God. It's -- It's unbelievable.

The wine bottle was scratched.

What?

The label on the wine bottle had a scratch on it.

That's why he went back. He was getting me a new bottle of wine.

John. John, it was not your fault.

Can you imagine the family? What they're going through?

Why -- Why didn't you wake me up?

Why didn't you call me?

I don't know.

Well, are you're going to be alright?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What's the thing that people worry the most about?

-Worry? Money, isn't it? -Yeah.

It sounds crass to say it, but it's true. They do.

Now, what do you guys like to do for fun?

What do you do for fun?

-Uh, like the movies. -Do you look?

Look. And movie popcorn?

How about that?

I love that. I love that. But it costs.

It costs more than the tickets these days, I think.

Just like groceries and clothes and school for the kids.

-Do you have kids? -Yes. Two.

-Really? What are their names? -Annie and Billy.

Look how you love them. Look -- Look at the look in their eyes.

Jesus. Jesus. I -- You know, I'm jealous.

I don't have kids. But one of these days...

one of these days.

Anyway, the whole everything

you do in life, it all -- like even coming here.

Your car and your gas and your shampoo,

everything you see in here, our furniture

and our lovely suits, ourselves, you know, at all costs money.

Not that I'm saying that money buys happiness,

but it does buy security.

God forbid if something should happen to you, Mr. Lark,

who would provide for Mrs. Lark and Billy and Annie?

Well, that's what we like to do --

provide for the future security.

We don't want you to worry if you're not here.

Not that you have anything to worry about.

You're gonna live to be 100, I'm sure. Look at you. Strapping.

They're healthy. We're all healthy. We're all --

We're not going to worry about a thing, but just in case,

that's what I do.

I provide second chances for your loved ones,

just in case you can't.

Sounds good to us. Where do we sign?

John?

Yeah? Oh. Oh, baby.

Baby. Look at this.

Decisive.

The Larks -- good close?

Ooh, you should have seen him.

Had them hooked?

Mesmerized.

Uh, Carol called.

She wanted to know how you were.

You, uh...you sick?

-No. -How can he be sick?

He's coming with me to the convention.

Ooh, Carl, um, geez. Could you go to that?

You're not coming?

I got -- I got work to do.

Well, maybe tomorrow. Lasts all week.

Yeah.

We appreciate you coming down.

Been very, very helpful here.

And if you think of anything else, Mr. Nolan,

just give us a call. Don't hesitate.

You're not going to catch this guy, are you?

Look. We have an accurate description of the suspect.

Sometimes we do our job.

I'd like to pay my respects.

You know when the funeral is going to be?

That's up to his family.

But unfortunately, no one's claimed the body yet.

You haven't told anybody yet?

It's only been 24 hours.

Victim's from out of town. It takes time.

You must know something about this guy.

-Detective, telephone. -Just a second.

-You know nothing about him? -No, no, no.

Till we notify next of kin,

policy dictates we reveal as little as possible.

Oh. Policy.

And John wasn't hurt?

No, not a scratch.

That is truly frightening.

Did you hear about John?

Yeah. He's just telling.

You guys are very lucky.

I mean, John, you came really close.

Mm. No, me, I was never in that much danger.

-I was on the floor. But Auggie... -Who?

-Store clerk. -You mean the guy who makes your sandwiches?

-Yeah. -Yeah, I think I've seen him in there.

Mm, well, maybe, but he just started.

There was his second day on the job.

Anyway, he was getting me a bottle of wine --

-John. -You know, a guy who

works in a place like that...

What?

It's like -- A liquor store, driving a cab, it's a risk.

He must have known.

Paul, he died.

I was in the ambulance with him.

I know. It's really tragic.

No, it's a scratch. So what? I'll take this.

John. You want eggs?

I got time.

John?

I'm sorry, Carol. He's not in. Did you try him on his cell?

Yeah. Yeah.I can't reach him. Did he say where he went?

No, he just left.

Well, that's not like him.

Is everything okay?

Didn't he tell you what happened?

Tell me what?

Hang on a second, will you?

I told you, Detective Cole's not here.

-You gave a statement, didn't you? -Yeah.

Are you a relative?

No, I'm a witness. I'm a witness.

I'll tell Detective Cole you were here.

-Can you? -Excuse me. Yes.

Yeah, I'm back. Hello? What?

Mr. Nolan.

Hey. Decker.

-Yes? -Mr. Nolan, the other night,

when my partner and I entered the deli,

we didn't know if the assailant fled the scene.

I saw you and the victim. I didn't know what was what.

I was aggressive. I'm sorry.

No, you were just doing your job.

Listen, uh, they still have located next of kin.

Detective Cole is doing the best he can.

Detective Cole, you know, wasn't there.

You were there, and I was there.

Look, Mr. Nolan...

I shouldn't be telling you this, but Auggie Rose was an ex-con.

What was he in jail for?

Armed robbery.

Look, give us a couple of days.

Someone will turned up.

Hey, hey.

When did he get out of prison?

Three weeks ago.

Look, I have to go, but... take it easy.

I've got surgery in 10 minutes. Make it quick.

Yeah, um, the other night, the patient,

you know, remember Auggie Rose?

How how bad was that?

Mr. Nolan, the patient died.

No, I know, but if the things

had been different, if there had been less blood loss --

Unfortunately, when there's a massive wound

to the abdomen, we're limited.

Now, I suppose if it had happened here at the hospital,

then we could have operated immediately.

It might have turned out different,

but it didn't happen that way.

And no one, not the police, nor the paramedics, nor you,

could have done anything different to have saved him.

Mr. Paxton.

Mr. Nolan, are you alright?

If you'd like, I can prescribe you something.

Oh, my gosh. Thanks. No.

You didn't know the patient?

Uh, no. No.

Well, you did everything you possibly could have.

He did what most people wouldn't have done.

You were there for him.

He just didn't have a chance.

-Appreciate it. -Sure.

He was just getting started.

You know the odds against this happening to him? Overwhelming.

Overwhelming. But nobody gives a shit.

Everybody's concerned about me. I'm fine. The guy's dead.

I know. I know. Look, you know, let's have dinner.

Let's -- Let's go to a movie.

You know what he said to me? Listen to this.

In his last moments as he was dying,

he was, you know, in pain, but he got like...

still, calm.

I mean, what kind of fellow

is it who sits in jail for almost 20 years,

and at this moment he's shot and dying and lying in an ambulance,

why at that moment does he look at me and say,

"John, it'll be okay"?

I don't know. I...

I don't know, John.

I wish I knew.

Mr. Nolan, come in. Sit down.

We can use this office.

So we've been checking things out.

Looks like his parents died when he was young.

Uh-huh.

And after that,

foster homes, some petty theft,

some juvenile time.

He got sent away.

His entire life has been in a cell.

In effect...

Auggie Rose has no next of kin.

And in prison, any friends there?

There's a cellmate. Oscar Weeks.

But Mr. Weeks isn't the talkative kind.

So what happens now to him?

It's really up to the corner.

They wait the appropriate amount of time.

But in this case, it's pretty cut and dry.

We know exactly where he's been.

Right. And the funeral?

There's no funeral.

The coroner disposes of the body.

Dispose? Are you kidding? He's not a piece of trash.

Mr. Nolan, what would you like us to do?

I...Look at his apartment where he moved in to,

check out his neighbors. Have you done that?

An officer was dispatched. Nothing was found.

Well, you know, I mean, don't you think he deserves more?

Look, Mr. Nolan, with all due respect,

Auggie Rose was a criminal.

He did 20 years for armed robbery

because it wasn't his first conviction.

20 years in prison. That's hard time.

Look, guys like Auggie last five, six months in the street,

then they're back inside.

Anything more than that is a miracle, believe me.

Well, I'll check his place out.

I can't allow that.

Carol called.

She's worried about you.

We are all worried about you.

John, are you two okay?

Yeah, Noreen, we're fine.

You and Carol have been together how long?

Uh, you know, we've been dating six years.

John. You two live together.

-Well... -You want my advice?

Wine her, dine her, take her in your arms.

Be gentle. Be rough.

But for God's sakes, John,

get down on your knees and ask Carol to marry you.

You need a change. Just something.

Alright. You got $6.27.

One Social Security card, a set of keys.

And one pen.

So just sign here.

And relationship to the deceased right there.

There you are.

Hey. I'm sorry about your brother.

Hey, 4B.

Your door is open. I'm coming in.

Hey. 4B. The room with the view.

Name's Emanuel. I'm 4A across the hall.

-No, I'm not 4B. -Hey, you moved in last week.

You're making all the noise. I'm the guy who was banging on the walls.

No, no. I don't live here. I'm not -- I'm not 4B.

Hey, you got to do me a favor.

My sister is getting married upstate.

I got to get out of here. Will you water my plants?

-Afraid I can't do that. -You don't need a green thumb

or nothing like that. All you do is you pour water.

"Oh, my God. They're drowning." And then you stop.

Yeah, I'm not going be able to do it.

-Listen, here's the key. -I'm not --

No, you don't want to give me this.

Uh-oh. There's the horn. Got to go.

Wait a second. I --

Hey. Make all the noise that you want.

By the way, you're a spiffy dresser.

John Nolan Jr.?

Who the fuck are you?

Um, did they, uh, did they tell you about, uh, Auggie Rose?

They told us.

I was there when it happened.

They catch the guy?

No.

They do, maybe they'll put him in here with us.

Did you drive up?

Yeah.

What do you drive?

What kind of car?

Uh, a, uh, Volvo.

Mm, new ones this year are supposed to be real nice.

Got a car alarm?

Uh, yes.

I used to love that sound.

Breaking in, the alarm wailing, running down the street.

Yeah.

So, what do you want to know about Auggie?

Well, I'm trying to locate a friend,

like on the outside that, you know,

could claim his body and take responsibility.

There's no one, mister. He'd been in here too damn long.

Really? You're sure?

Auggie served his time.

Bothered no one, took care of Charlie.

When he got out, only thing

he wanted to do was look at the moon.

Mister, they don't let us have night.

Fuck.

He don't make it a month. He gets bumped.

I'm really sorry.

What do you care? Hmm?

You know, trying to do the right thing.

For who?

Hey, I was in his apartment, and he's got this calendar there

with a date circled in red --

the 14th of this month.

-Does that ring a bell by any chance? -No.

Time's up.

Your car, it's parked in the visitor's lot, right?

Uh, yeah.

In 10 minutes, do me a solid.

Before you go, set the alarm off.

I don't understand. Why --

Just do it, okay?

Oh, wait a minute, Mr. Weeks. You mentioned a Charlie.

Uh, who's that?

Maybe I can talk to him.

Charlie.

He'll talk your head off,

but you won't get nothing out of him.

10 minutes. Parking lot.

Mr. Lark is on the phone.

Who?

You sold him a policy with Carl.

Right. Right.

Hello, Mr. Lark, how are you?

Fine. I wanted to thank you.

Anne and I are so grateful for the time you took with us.

Oh, my pleasure. All part of the job.

Well, we appreciate it.

So I thought I'd pay you back

by giving you another client.

A friend of mine, Bill Wilson. I told him all about you.

I gave him your number, if that's alright.

Uh, hello? Mr. Nolan?

Uh, thanks so much.

Don't hesitate to call back if you have any questions.

Hey, where are you going?

4B.

He's dead. You the police?

I'm a...friend.

You're going to take your stuff?

Mm. No.

Well, okay. Because I want to rent the place.

If you're not going to take it,

then I'm going to throw his stuff out.

Gotcha.

-Mister, mister. -Yeah?

I'm -- I'm sorry that your friend is dead.

I'm watering the plants.

What am I doing?

-Afternoon. -Afternoon.

Hi.

Got anything for me today? 4B?

What's your name?

Uh, Rose. Auggie Rose.

Here you go.

Dear Auggie, I'm so busy planning for this trip,

I only have time to write you this card.

Can you believe the 14th is almost here?

I leave tomorrow. You better be there. Lucy.

Who the hell is Lucy?

Say, um, excuse me. I'm sorry.

Have you delivered any other mail to this apartment

in the last couple of weeks?

I deliver a lot of mail, Mr. Rose.

Yeah, but you could think

last couple of weeks, Auggie Rose.

-Maybe a letter or two. -You think?

-Yeah. -Really? Thank you, thank you.

Hi, my name is Lucy Brown.

I saw your ad in the magazine,

and you seem like a nice person.

It does not bothering me that you are in prison.

Last year I worked at a county jail as a typist.

At first, the inmates were scary,

but you get used to them.

There was this one guy there, Doug Crenshaw,

I went to high school with.

He was in for robbing a tire store,

but I knew him just as Doug.

His dad was the janitor at the junior high.

Anyway, I'll tell you something about myself,

and if you like, you can write me back.

I'm 29 years old.

I told my friend Regina I'd been writing you,

and she just about flipped.

I told her you hadn't done anything bad like kill someone.

Don't be mad, but I let her read one of your letters.

Well, Auggie, she almost died.

She thinks you are a poet or something.

In fact, she wants to know

if you have any brothers -- in prison or not.

My mom lives with her boyfriend Kenny in Missoula,

which is the next town over.

We fight a lot, but I guess we're pretty close

as far as mothers and daughters go.

My father left us when I was five.

About three years ago, he tried to get in touch with me

and I didn't know what to do.

My mother hated him and said I should hate him too,

because he treated me like I was hatched

out of an egg or something.

Well, it turns out he had cancer,

so Reverend Daniels said I had to see him.

I went to his house where he had a new wife.

It wasn't bad like I expected

because he apologized for being a jerk.

He died two months later.

Dear Auggie, I'm really nervous about sending you a picture.

I know you want to see what I look like,

but what if you don't like what you see?

If you think I'm a model or something,

you may as well forget it.

Last night, I did what you said.

It was so weird to think that you and me

were both lying in bed at the same

exact time reading letters we had just gotten.

If I closed my eyes, I swore you were here.

Today is the day you got out of prison.

I know you want to get settled first

and to get a job before we see each other,

but it still felt like I was there with you.

I could just see your face as you walked out.

I cried so much at work, people thought I was sick,

and my boss asked if I wanted to go home.

But it didn't matter where I was.

I was going to cry anyway.

Dear Auggie, I'm so glad to hear you got a job.

I know how worried you worry about getting one,

but I know you would.

I can't wait to finally see you.

After all this time,

I will finally be able to see your face

and to hear your voice.

I'm getting off work this Tuesday

and going straight to the bus station.

As I write this letter, it's only five days away.

All my love, Lucy.

Uh...

It's three days right now.

There you are.

Man. Oh, man. I was worried about you.

How you doing? You okay?

-Yeah. You? -Oh.

Brother, I haven't stopped shaking.

I mean, he pulled that trigger the second time...

I thought that was it.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

You, uh, you know, there was nothing

either of us could do, right?

Auggie was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And you. You really tried, but there was nothing.

Well, what was he -- what was he like?

-Who? Auggie? -Yeah.

Did you ever mention, for instance, a girlfriend? Lucy?

Geez. He only worked for two days.

Right. Right.

Okay. Take care of yourself, Tony.

Hey, you know, there is something.

Hang on. I found it this morning.

Here. It's his jacket.

I was -- I was going to give it to the police, but...

Here's the thing. Auggie didn't say much.

He seemed okay. You know, paid his debt to society.

I wouldn't want to cross the guy.

But I figured, what the hell? So give me a chance.

Hmm. Hey, I could -- You want me to take this?

Sure.

Okay.

Take care.

Thanks.

Dear Lucy, I started that job at the deli.

Normally my job title would be Stock Boy,

but because I'm older, my boss calls me a store clerk.

He'd call me "Hey, you" and I wouldn't care.

Who would believe it?

I mean, I have a job. I get paid.

I even have a day off.

Today, Tony, my boss,

he asked me to make a sandwich for a customer.

He didn't even ask me if I knew how.

I was nervous as hell.

But I guess anyone can make a ham and Swiss on rye.

I think we need a vacation.

Suzanne and Paul said Coral Lake is great. We can relax.

-You can fish. -I went to his apartment.

What?

Well, did you find anything?

No.

It just seems so...

unfair to be discarded and then forgotten.

Gosh, I...I hope that doesn't happen to me.

John, you're not alone. Why --

You ever think about, um...

...chucking it all?

I don't mean like quitting.

I mean, like...

starting over.

Are you talking about us?

Possibly so.

John, um, look. I talked to Roger.

-Your cousin? -Yeah.

-He's got a Ph.D. -Carol.

It's not like I have a problem.

Two minutes ago, you said something was wrong.

I'm asking questions. I don't need to see a shrink.

John, I'm sorry that this man is dead.

It's tragic and I know you wanted to help him,

but you have seen death before.

Car accidents, fires, suicides.

I mean, you, of all people, should know

life is many things, but fair is not one of.

That's right. That's right.

Carol, it's not fair. That's my point.

You know, it gives us just so many chances.

And what do we do with them? We waste them thinking there's gonna be plenty more.

But there isn't. Ask Auggie.

John, he's dead.

John.

Can I help you?

Yeah. And I have a pawn ticket here.

And if I could, uh... you know, get whatever it's...

-Redeem it. -Redeem it.

Thank you. Thanks.

You a relative?

Uh, yeah. I'm his brother.

Who are you?

Actually, I'm a -- I'm a friend of Auggie's.

Let's cut the crap here, friend. You don't know Auggie.

Auggie didn't send you here.

He wouldn't send anybody in here for this.

What happened to him?

He came in, and I could tell he'd been in the joint.

Those people you can always tell.

They got skin paler than corpses

and the eyes, they watch everything.

He wanted to pawn some books, but I can only give him,

like, $20, you know?

Never occurred to me to ask him if he had anything else.

I mean, what the hell would a con own, right?

But he comes back and he brings me this.

Say hello to Charlie.

Bird belonged to the doctor up in a prison.

A few years ago, the doc died

and they let Auggie take care of Charlie.

And normally I don't take pets, you know?

I don't want the responsibility. The thing could die on you.

And it's not like a watch, you know?

And Auggie, he didn't want to pawn him,

but he needed the cash.

I was afraid the bird was going to die.

You don't want to do that.

Thousand pounds of pressure.

Only one that could pet him was Auggie.

Where's Auggie?

Huh.

Wow. Wow.

So some of what Charlie knows,

Auggie might have taught him?

What he says, Auggie said?

That's why they call it a parrot.

Right. Right.

No, I'll take him.

Hello.

Yeah. Yeah.

$200.

Yeah. I got it.

Rent's due on the 15th.

Does this place look familiar? Look around.

-You were here before. -Free at last.

Oh. That's Auggie's -- You're Auggie's bird alright.

Look at that. Can I pet you?

Yeah. Let me -- Ow. Hey.

I'm not Auggie, but don't --

Hey, 4B, you got to keep the door closed.

Hey, I just came in to tell you the plants look great.

Oh, my pleasure. Here you go. Thanks, sir.

Okay.

Ah, Charlie here.

Hey, that's a noise. It's a bird.

Yeah, that's Charlie.

Hey, listen, I'm starving.

Can I treat you for lunch?

Oh, no, no, no. It's okay.

It's the only way I got to repay your kindness.

That's not necessary. I enjoyed it.

Okay.

But...perhaps a rain check?

Rain check is good.

But I'm going to hold you on it.

Officer Decker.

Mr. Nolan, we need to talk.

The department called the landlord.

He said that someone, a friend of the deceased, had moved in.

I take it that someone is you?

-No, no, no. Well -- -Is that your bird?

Uh, no. That's Auggie's.

Um, name's Charlie.

Mr. Nolan, I'm not here on official business.

I could be. I'm supposed to be.

You're trespassing.

But compared to impersonating the dead --

-It's not what you think. -What I think, Mr. Nolan?

You don't want to know what I think.

Why are you here?

Well, he didn't have any friends,

and I'm trying to find some buddy

who might have had a personal connection.

We've looked.

You've looked. There's no one.

What are those?

He had a girl who he wrote to from prison.

-A pen pal? -Yes, sir.

Does she know what happened?

No, I don't think so. You know, they never -- they never met.

I don't think they've even spoken.

Okay. The department will notify her.

Maybe she'll claim the body.

Tell you what. She comes to town tomorrow on a bus.

She's expecting Auggie to meet her at the bus station.

I was thinking that maybe I could go down --

No, no, absolutely not.

-Under the circumstances -- -Officer Decker,

listen, listen, please.

I sell life insurance. You know what that means?

That I kind of bamboozle people with a lot of mumbo jumbo.

You know, I'm the so-called expert.

Give me the age, weight and height of a guy,

and I can tell you when he's going to die

and how he's going to die, supposedly.

But it's so much horseshit. You know that?

And I also tell them I'm going to provide for their families

when they're gone, but I don't do that.

You know what I do? I send them a check.

I make sure they get a check payable at any bank.

Now, look, if this Auggie Rose,

this convict that nobody seems to care about,

if he had had insurance, is that what Lucy Brown --

that's her name -- is that what she would want?

A check?

No. She deserves more than that.

Hedeserves more than that. Please! Please!

Let me go down there and tell --

And tell her that Auggie Rose is dead?

Yes.

That iswhat you're going to do.

Yes.

Your attention please.

This is the final boarding call

for Greyhound 410...

Auggie?

Yes?

I'm sitting next to this woman who was real uppity.

She had this red hat on and these pink feathers

coming out the top. She never took it off.

Not the whole trip. Not even when she was sleeping.

But then she told me that she was from London.

Okay. Which I figured explained everything.

I'm babbling. I'm totally babbling.

But I think -- It's weird seeing you after all this time, Auggie.

I think I'm a little nervous.

Okay. I'm -- Me too.

-Oh! -What?

Gosh, I didn't even ask you.

How's the job?

Oh. It's, you know. It's a job. Hmm.

Just a job.

It's your first real job.

Come on. What's it like?

Well, you know, it's, uh...

Well, you know, I work at a deli.

I'm a stock boy, and my boss knows I'm older,

so he calls me a store clerk.

That's nice.

And the first day, my boss asked me

to make a sandwich for somebody.

Well, what happened?

Oh.

You know, I've made the sandwich and wrapped it up

and gave it to the -- gave it to the customer.

And a customer said, "Thank you."

-Uh-huh. -Which you can imagine

nobody'd said to me for a long time.

Sweet.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, excuse me.

Do you know of a good motel around here?

The Waverly. It's two blocks up.

Convenient.

Oh. Then you weren't going to stay with -- with me?

No.

You never asked.

-I didn't? -Mnh-mnh.

Auggie, I know you have so many things on your mind.

Getting out and getting yourself situated.

So I thought it best I just find a place to stay until...

-You know, until... -Right.

Hmm.

Lucy, do you...

want to stay with me?

Yes.

-Do you live close? -Oh, not far.

Well, that bag is heavy. Can you walk there?

Oh, no, no. We'll just take...

...a -- a cab.

Okay.

There we go.

Dark in there. Don't trip on anything.

Got to -- There we go. Let me -- There we go.

It ain't much. I know -- I know that.

Oh, no. I think it's beautiful.

And best of all, it's yours.

Goodness. Did you read all these books?

Uh...Mm-hmm.

Oh, my gosh.

No wonder you wrote such good letters.

I almost forgot.

Come here. Sit down.

-Ta-da! Open it. -Wow, I feel bad.

I didn't get you anything.

Well, just open it, silly.

Oh, it's a Hawaiian shirt.

See, I didn't know what to get you at first,

but then I remembered that you told me that in prison,

all you wore was brown clothes.

So I figured after 20 years, you could use a change.

Look at that, with all the postcards

of all the places we're going to go.

Ahh!

Thank you. It's very beautiful.

I'm so glad I'm here.

Is that what I think it is?

That depends. What do you think it is?

Well, I think it's Charlie, your bird. It is!

Oh, my God. He's adorable.

Charlie, Lucy. Lucy, meet Charlie.

Hello.

Did your daddy tell you about me?

Oh, I sure did.

Oh. Oh, aren't you sweet?

Oh, careful. He's not so good with strangers.

I'm no stranger. I'm Auggie's girl.

C-- Ooh, look.

Oh, well, then I guess, uh, I guess he is.

Hello, Charlie.

Hello.

-He likes you. -Hello.

Oh, there you go, pal. There you go.

Where's Auggie?

Well, he's right there, silly bird.

Oh, very good boy.

Oh, you must be exhausted, huh?

Well, I'm a little bit.

Maybe we should go to bed?

I have to freshen up first.

Goodnight, Charlie.

Yeah. Uh, bathroom...

Hell.

-Damn it. -Auggie?

Auggie?

-Auggie? -Yeah?

You have no tub in the bathroom.

No. There's a -- Isn't there a -- There's a shower.

Isn't that okay?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Uh...oh.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I have to say something.

Um, uh, I care about you. You know that, don't you?

Oh, it's just that I haven't been with a, you know,

woman in a long, long time.

And most guys would be jumping at this chance, of course.

But I don't know if I could make it right yet.

And, you know, you -- you -- you deserve it to be...

to be right.

And so I hope you know that I'm thrilled that you're here.

I think it's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

-But Auggie? -Yeah?

Do you have to sleep in your clothes?

Mnh-mnh.

Okay, then.

Auggie?

Wake up. Good morning.

Good morning.

I didn't know what kind you like, so...

...I got you one of each.

You didn't have to do that.

-Aw, hey. -Aw.

Alrighty then.

Come on, sleepyhead. You got to get out of bed,

you'll be late for work.

Work.

I like this.

Yeah.

Auggie, these look awfully expensive.

Hey, what are you going to do all day while I'm at --

I'm at work?

Oh, don't worry about me. I've got Charlie.

Hi.

I waited... by the phone, worried sick

that something might have happened.

I kept thinking two bad things in a row

couldn't possibly occur.

The odds are too great.

Unless, of course, you were to do something yourself.

I'm sorry. I tried to call.

Can you...

tell me where you were?

It's not what you think.

Not what I think?

What do I think, John? Tell me.

Just answer me this.

How many more nights will you not be coming home?

I don't know.

Your suitcase is in the hall closet.

There's a Bill Wilson on the phone.

A friend of the Larks wants to buy some life insurance.

Oh, that's what we -- that's what we do here.

Give that to Carl.

What's with the suitcase?

Mm. It's a bag. Stay.

Are you going somewhere?

Uh, yeah, for, like, a few days.

Off where, John? When?

Right now.

Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson.

Charlie.

Lucy?

Here it comes.

-Hey, 4B, Come on in. -Hi, Auggie.

Hey, you got a wonderful girl here.

And on top of that, she tells a very funny story.

I know. Are we intruding?

No. Get out of here. I dragged her in.

I wanted to show her the plants.

Oh. So maybe we should take off?

Hey, what about that rain check?

You know, we could get something to eat.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore the usual, Romeo.

And you, amigos?

Oh, me? I'll, um... I'll have the cheeseburger.

No burgers, my friends. Chinese food.

Give them my usual. You'll love it.

You've got it.

Now, our building is a dump, but it's cheap.

Now, where'd you guys move from?

Me, I'm a -- That's a long story.

Oh. Auggie was in the state pen.

-Oh, yeah? -Mm-hmm.

Mostly everybody in our building

has seen the inside of a cell.

When'd you get out?

A couple of weeks ago.

Tell me something.

When you first got out that first day, what did you do?

The first day?

You know, just was good to -- good to be out.

Walked around.

And?

And...

They don't let us out at night.

You know, well...

it'd been almost 20 years since I'd seen the sky at night.

It's going to sound corny, but that first night...

when I looked up and...

saw stars and...

felt the...wind blowing...

...that's when it hit me.

I realized I could do anything I wanted to do.

Like making choices, like being here and...

eating what I wanted.

It was freedom.

Did you hear, Romeo?

Welcome to the neighborhood, 4B.

Auggie?

-Hi. -Hi.

Hi.

Mm-hmm.

Can I come to see you at work?

Well, I hired one of you guys once,

you know, and he robbed me.

So what do you expect me to do? Hire another?

You got to be nuts.

Sorry. No way. It's just not worth it with you guys.

Can I help you?

Auggie, right?

Auggie Rose?

Roy Mason.

I was in here the other night buying cigarettes

and someone said your name.

I heard you talking about being inside, so I figured it was you.

You supposed to call last week? What happened?

Uh, something came up.

Hey, I'm on parole.

I know what it's like those first few weeks.

Just, you know, breathing is different, man.

Doesn't matter. Forget it.

Oscar Weeks says you were good people.

Oscar Weeks? When did you talk to him?

The week you got out. He said you might be interested.

You might not. I figure I lay it out

in front of you, let you make up your mind educated.

You've got time? Take a ride with me.

Alright, you ride a bus. You take the subway.

Where does the money go?

Come here.

All those dimes, nickels, dollar bills, it all comes here,

the Transit Authority, every day to get counted.

It's about 200 grand in unmarked bills.

You did banks. This is better.

Okay, look. There are only two guards.

A buddy of mine works for the laundry company,

cleans the uniforms.

Twice a week, he picks up the old clothes,

he drops off the new ones.

He can get us in.

There's no tellers, no customers.

Just us and the money.

What do you think?

What about the guards?

Well, I figure that's where you come in.

Well, maybe... maybe right after lunch.

You know, their stomachs are full, they're feeling groggy.

I like that.

Come here.

You'll like this.

Nice, huh?

Go on.

When was the last time you held one of those?

Been a long time.

Well, it's yours, man.

What?

Sort of an advance. Don't sweat it, Auggie.

So you in or what?

I don't know, Roy.

Auggie, you got yourself a job yet?

No, I don't.

Rehabilitation. I can respect that.

And you got yourself a gal now.

What do you know about her?

Hey, relax, man. You're with her at Romeo's.

Damn, you're all wound up.

Reentry's tough. I know that.

But you've got to think about this, Auggie.

This job has got your name written

all over it.

All over it, man.

-Auggie? -Hmm?

Do you like this color lipstick?

Uh, pink? Yeah. Sweet.

Thank you.

Uh, Lucy?

Yeah?

What if...um...

I wasn't who you thought I was?

What kind of talk is that?

Well, I don't know. What do you know about me?

Only what you read in a bunch of letters.

So how do you know I'm not...?

I mean, how do you know I'm not going to slip up?

And wind up back in prison?

-Yeah. -I don't.

That's why my ticket is roundtrip.

Anything else?

What do you mean you only want to work in a deli?

You got a thing for corned beef?

No, no, no. So it's hard to explain.

Mr. Rose, you're an ex-con.

Flexibility has to work in our favor.

So what do you say? Why don't you give this factory job --

No, it's got to be -- got to be a deli.

Um...why don't you come back in a couple of days?

Maybe I'll have something then.

I hope you don't mind my asking,

but what you in prison for anyway?

Uh, bank robbery.

Hey, at least I'm not asking you to find me a job as a teller.

Good thing. Yeah. Deli? Yes, please.

Hi. I filled out an application the other day.

-What's your name? -Auggie Rose.

Hold on a minute.

I'm sorry. What? I couldn't hear you. What?

Sorry, buddy. Position's filled.

Hello? Hello.

Hey, Auggie.

What are you doing?

Let's go get a beer.

Has somebody bought you a beer since you've been out?

Thanks, sweetheart.

God damn.

I knew this guy. He put ice in his beer.

He figured he didn't get any ice in prison.

He was going to make up for it double time.

He'd put ice and everything. Beer, coffee, milk.

You want ice?

No.

I'm good.

How's that job hunt coming?

Not -- Not good.

Ah.

Uh, as a matter of fact, the, um...

You know, I've been away so long.

I'll bet -- I'll bet there are a lot of other guys

who could do that job better than me.

-You know what I think? -No.

The toughest thing about not being in the joint

is finding someone to watch your back.

Inside, you know who your partners are

and who's ready to give you the shank.

Out on the street, man,

you don't know who to trust.

You're all alone.

Unless you're one lucky motherfucker.

Now, is that you?

No, I didn't think so.

Besides, how many ex-cons you know are gonna pass up

an easy 100 grand?

You drink your beer.

I think he's lying to me.

He told me he had a job. I don't think it's true.

I mean, I asked him if I could come and see him at work,

and he said it was too soon.

Well, it's possible, you know?

Maybe, but...

I just can feel that something's not right.

You think he's in trouble?

I don't know.

Well, there was nothing on the computer.

I even called our competitors to see what they had.

Nada. So I figured you were screwed.

Until this morning. This place I go for coffee and roll?

What's in the window? A "help wanted" sign.

-No! -Mm-hmm!

I can't promise nothing, but it's a shot.

You're very good.

Oh, yeah, I'm good.

You don't have any experience, do you?

Yeah.

No.

Well, don't sweat it.

It's not a tough job.

When can you start?

I could start today.

Well, good. Let's get cracking.

I got the job?

$6.50 an hour.

And you're okay with my application?

-Hey, Frank. -Yeah?

Help Auggie here get started.

He's our new clerk.

I knew he was an ex-con the second he walked in.

It's in the eyes.

The only car in this lot suitable

for a man of your tastes would be this a BMW.

No, no, no. I got something else in mind.

Hey, I've got a Lincoln coming in. Cherry.

No, um, what about that?

That? That's not for sale.

Why? Is something wrong with it?

No. It's mine.

1300 cc's of pure freedom.

Trade ya.

What do you mean? Even?

Any other kind of trade?

What do you think?

It's you, baby.

Auggie, how can we afford this place?

Hey, I know what you're --

I know what you're thinking.

All booked up, no reservations.

And I see you looking at us.

Not exactly dressed for the occasion, but, mister,

uh, you may not believe this, but I haven't had a decent meal

for almost 20 years.

And that whole time,

the only thing I was thinking

was bringing my sweet girlfriend to Marino's and getting her

what I know is the finest meal in town.

20 years? Where were you?

Prison.

Table 14. Right this way.

Just came in. Haven't even priced it yet.

-She's a beauty, though, huh? -Yep.

Yeah. Take a look inside.

Was owned by a widow from Canoga Park.

What do you think?

She's a beauty, alright.

Let me go inside the office. I'll work up a price for you.

I'll be right back.

No.

Oh, Auggie, Auggie. That was the greatest, most fantastic meal

I ever, ever, ever had.

Yeah.

-What is this? -That's for you.

That's for you.

That's the address at McDougal's where I work

in case you wanted to come visit.

Nice bike.

One pack.

Auggie, help these people, okay?

Yes, sir.

-Howdy. -Hi.

What can I get for you?

Yeah, I have a ham and Swiss on rye.

Tuna salad on whole wheat.

Okay. Coming right up.

-Thanks. -Looks great.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Yeah, he'll -- he'll ring you up right over there.

Psst!

Hi.

Keep your eyes closed. Keep your eyes closed.

Okay, come on. A little bit further.

Keep 'em closed. It's a great big surprise.

-Is that you? -Wait a minute. Yes, I'm right here.

Whew! Okay, Wait. There. Stay.

-Yeah? -Yes. Okay.

Stay right there, okay? Hold on.

Okay. Open 'em.

Ta-da.

Lucy, there's a bathtub in the apartment.

You remember when you wrote me in prison

that they only let you take showers?

Well, I felt really bad when I saw

that your apartment didn't have a bathtub.

And I felt that you deserved to soak in a nice hot tub

and do absolutely nothing, just like the rest of us.

Oh, come on. Take your clothes off.

The water's gonna get cold.

This is heaven.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

I like your flowers.

What color is this? The vase, the files?

Is that purple?

-It's mauve. -I'm sorry?

-Mauve. M-A-U-V-E. -And that's a color like purple?

Well, where's lavender fit in?

Are you here to buy insurance?

Yeah. From him. John Nolan.

-He's not in right now, but -- -If he's at lunch,

I can wait.

Mr. Nolan's actually on vacation. But I'm sure --

For how long?

What?

For how long is John on vacation?

And what did you say your name was?

You tell him Auggie stopped by.

Auggie Rose.

He'll know.

So, how do you know Auggie?

We got mutual friends.

Who?

Auggie's cellmate, Oscar Weeks. You know him?

Well, not personally, but Auggie has told me about him.

Well, he tells you a lot of things.

He didn't tell you about me?

-No. -He didn't mention nothing

about our business together?

Well, what do you want?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I figured you and I had something in common.

Auggie and his well-being.

Has he been acting strange?

Auggie is doing just fine.

-Insurance? -What?

He mention anything about insurance?

You know, um, Auggie's going to be a while.

-Maybe -- -I'll wait.

Oh.

Does your bird bite?

No.

Does Polly want a cracker?

Huh. You want a cracker?

Uh, if you don't mind, I'm going to ask you to leave.

Ow! Fuck!

Oops.

Listen, it was really nice to meet you.

And I will tell Auggie that you dropped by.

Why, you white trash piece of shit.

I'm gonna teach you some fuckin' manners.

Mr. Mason, don't make me ask again.

Please.

If it ain't my own fucking gun.

Go on. Go, go, go, go, go.

He called me stupid white trash after he said he was your friend.

He's not a friend. He's somebody I met.

He's trouble. That's what he is.

I didn't come all the way here for you to go back to jail.

I mean, it was hard enough writing you in prison

when I didn't know who the heck you were.

And now if something were to happen,

I don't know if I could take it, Auggie.

Lucy, I promise I'm not going back to jail.

Oh, you're not? Okay, so...

then what on earth are you doing with this gun?

Roy gave that to me.

Well, do yourself a favor and you give it back.

Yeah.

John C. Nolan Jr.

I swear to God, man, you had me fooled.

How'd you find out?

I couldn't figure out why you didn't jump on that transit job, so I followed you.

I was like, "Man, why is he driving that brand-new Volvo?"

Stupid fucking me, I'm thinking he may have scored and didn't cut me in.

And then I checked around.

Auggie's dead.

You kill him?

No.

Hey, John.It's a good question.

I mean, you're here. You're living in his place.

You're feeding his bird. You're fucking his pen pal girl.

He was working in a deli,

and there was a robbery, and he was shot.

Oh, really? So where do you fit in?

I was there. I saw it.

John, where do you fit in? What's the scam?

-There's no scam. -Bullshit.

You're working some sort of insurance fraud.

I figured your angle, yeah. Nolan Insurance.

I know about that. But I bet Lucy don't.

No, no, no. See, first I thought she was in on it,

but then I realized she don't know shit.

What do you want?

I reckon I don't know yet.

I figured you're the smart one. You tell me.

What does Roy Mason want?

I'll give you a couple of days to figure it out.

Or what?

I'd hate to see the look on Lucy's face

when I tell her you're not Auggie.

She's got nothing to do with this.

Is that what Carol would say?

How the fuck do you know about --

Hey. I did my homework.

And you go do yours.

I may be home a little late tonight.

Okay.

Auggie!

-Wait. -What's the matter?

-Sit down. -What? What is it?

Okay, I'm just going to spill it. Okay?

There was this guy I was dating,

and we knew each other since we was kids.

And we used to... to joke about getting married,

but I never took it for real, right?

Well, we got into this huge fight after he quit his job,

and -- and that's when I started writing you,

you know, figuring that was no big deal, writing a guy in prison.

I mean, it wasn't like I was cheating on Warren.

Warren. That's -- That's his name.

You know, it's just letters.

Well, Warren got another job,

and right after that, he begged me.

Oh, Auggie, I swear to God,

he got down on his knees

and he begged me to marry him.

And, you know, I didn't --

I didn't think that anything was going to happen

between you and me,

and Regina, my stupid girlfriend told me

that I wasn't getting any younger, so I said yes.

The ceremony wasn't -- it wasn't big.

I mean, I didn't even buy a wedding dress for it.

I just wore my best Sunday church clothes.

But then...then you started writing me more and more.

And I started writing you more and more and...

It's going to sound crazy, but...

I wanted a letter more from you

than I wanted a kiss from my own husband.

Hmm. So what happened to him?

Well, Warren found the letters and he went through the roof,

but not because he was jealous.

He was just embarrassed.

You know, his wife writing a convict.

So he got the marriage annulled.

And he made me promise not to tell anybody why,

but that doesn't matter.

It was four months.

That's all it was.

And I wanted to tell you sooner, but...

Why are you telling me now?

Because you and me are, like...

a hundred... million times better

than -- than I ever hoped we would be.

And I'm sitting here last night telling you how

to live your life, and I've got this past.

I needed to be honest with you. That's all.

You want me to leave?

That's okay. I mean, I understand that.

B-Back at work, they're waiting for me to call

and say that I'm going to come back, so...

Is that your bus ticket?

Yep.

-Round trip? -Yeah.

Cash it in.

For real?

Yes, for real.

Auggie, you made me the happiest woman in the world.

Oh.

What time of day would be best to tell Lucy you're a fraud?

Morning, afternoon?

Well, look at you walking away

like you're still pretending to be the badass.

You got a lot of balls. I come walking down here to find you.

What the hell's this?

It's Auggie's insurance policy. You're the beneficiary.

File it. Get a check.

You're shitting me. You're give me a bunch of paperwork?

It's worth 100 grand.

Huh?

Oh, all I got to do is fill this out and I get 100K?

Payable in any bank.

How you swing all this?

I'm an insurance salesman. Remember?

And I wrote the policy. Nobody's going to suspect a thing.

But you better leave me and Lucy alone.

And Carol. You understand that?

100 grand, you don't even exist.

But this policy goes south, you're dead, man, John Nolan.

That's me on the poster.

1948 Golden Gloves champ.

That good looking guy?

Nah, that's not you.

Sure. Girls hanging around me like fireflies.

Hey, look at this. Solid gold. 51 years. Never took it off.

Look at this. Real gold.

He's a good fighter. Good jab.

Yeah, ask Romeo. He was in the ring.

Want to hear something?

One night, my best night...

fighting a 15-rounder the old Palace with Jackal and Eddie.

I mean it's even for eight rounds.

I had him. Jab, jab, jab.

Keep him wondering, never let him know I have the combination.

Jab some more. Make him wonder --

where's the right, where's the uppercut?

Then hit him with it.

Comes in ninth. Jackal comes out at me

with everything that he has.

My eye is cut, bleeding.

I mean, he pounds me in the ninth, tenth, the 11th.

12th round, he must figure he's got to fight won.

I mean, he's coasting, so that's when I come up on him.

Jab, jab, jab, bam.

You put it to him.

No. He put it to me.

I was on the mat, out cold.

I thought you said it was your best fight.

I said it was my best night.

I mean, Jackal was an animal. Nobody beat him.

You know, it's easy getting in the ring

thinking you're going to win.

Try getting into the ring knowing you're gonna lose.

I mean, that's a truth most fighters never know.

I'm gonna go to the bus station. I'm gonna cash in my ticket.

Well, you know we could use the money,

but I don't want to rush anything.

-Maybe if I get a job. -Lucy. Lucy.

-Yes? -Hang on a second.

Can I talk to you?

Sure you can.

Sit. Could you sit, please?

What's up, my darling?

Listen to me, Lucy.

Listen to everything I'm about to say...

because every word is the truth.

A couple of weeks ago...

I was in a deli.

It's kind of like McDougal's, you know.

And there was a robbery...

and the store clerk was shot.

And, um, I tried to help him.

And, uh, I got his blood on my...

on my hands, and I noticed that we kind of...

looked alike.

Not a whole lot, but, like, maybe cousins or something.

Anyway, he died...that night.

And the cops...

were going to, like, just dispose of his remains.

Uh, well, I wanted to do something.

A man had died, you know.

See his friends, console his family, go to the funeral.

But it turns out he didn't have anybody

because he was an ex-convict.

So...

I -- I went to his apartment looking for some kind of clue,

maybe somebody who would want to claim the body.

The mail was getting delivered.

There was a postcard for 4B,

this apartment.

It was from you.

I read it.

And then I found all your letters...

and I read them.

Lucy...

somebody had to tell you that...

Auggie Rose...um...

...in fact...

had...

...had died.

And I swear, when you got off that bus, I was...

I was going to...

...tell you the truth.

But then I...saw you.

And...

I guess I told myself that somehow I could...

through me allow Auggie to know what it was like

to finally meet you

and talk to you and hold you in his arms.

He earned that. Without you, I don't think

he ever would have made it. But now, of course,

I realize that...

that it's just the most selfish...

thing I've -- I've ever done.

The really scary part

is how easy it was being Auggie.

I know why.

I fell in love.

Charlie Bird...

are you still my friend?

Lucy.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

So what's your real name?

John.

John...Nolan.

Well, John, I'm going to go to the bus station today.

Will you promise not to follow me when I go?

I promise.

Bye, Charlie.

It's all arranged for everything --

his funeral and all of his stuff.

I'll let the coroner know.

Great.

So what happened to the girl?

She's gone.

Still got the Harley?

Wow. You know.

A couple years ago, I got in my car

and drove six days straight.

Didn't plan it, didn't pack.

Didn't have a map.

Just wanted to get away.

Stayed in motels. Some good, some bad.

Got drunk.

Felt great.

Then I realized I knew what I was running from,

but I didn't know what I was running to.

If there's anything I can do, you let me know.

I assume planning a robbery is a parole violation.

Yeah.

Where you going? To Coral Lake?

-By myself. -Really?

I don't think I've ever done that.

You ever wonder why we never got married?

I mean, we would always say that spring is nice,

let's do it in the spring.

Spring would come and we wouldn't have planned anything.

That was four springs ago.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Carol.

John, whatever you're doing, you're...

you're much happier.

I'm not a part of it.

But you know what?

It's okay.

You're back.

I'm leaving.

-You just got here. -For good.

What?

Yep. Tell Carl to change the name on the door.

The place is his.

What are you talking about?

Did I ever tell you you have a pretty smile?

It sounds great.

If we can just turn around and invest it.

John. Hey, you're back.

These are the Wilsons. Friends of the Larks.

Hi. Have we met?

No.

Carl is selling us the Cabot Life Plan.

-What do you think? -What do I think?

I think that you should go home and make love to your wife

and pray that nothing bad happens.

And ask yourself every day if it were to end right here,

right now, would it be enough?

That's what I think.

Ham and Swiss. Tuna salad.

That's right. I am the beneficiary, Roy Mason.

Auggie Rose. He's the one who's dead.

It's his insurance policy.

I'm sorry, sir, but that's not possible.

We've just checked, and it says here that Mr. Rose cancelled it.

What do you mean? He's not dead?

Apparently not, sir. But policy prevents --

No. Hey, fuck policy. I'm supposed to get paid.

I'm sor--

Roy Mason, you're under arrest.

Let's go.

Motherfucker!

Let's go. Come on.

Yeah, I got it!

My friend, goodbye.

You sure tried your best, but...

You know, it just didn't work out.

Maybe now.

Hi. I'm gonna pet you, Charlie.

Come here. I'm gonna pet you a little bit. Here.

Okay.

Charlie.

Thank you.

It's supposed to be a good vineyard. Let's try it.

-Good. Auggie? -Yeah.

Give me a bottle of that new Cabernet in the back, would you?

Yes, sir.

Hi, Auggie.