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Guys.

Pirate, cowboy, let's go. It's breakfast, come on, we got waffles.

- You can't use peanut butter, babe. - What?

Oh, such bullshit.

And what if he shares with someone who has allergies?

- Nature's way, babe. - Jeffrey.

Sorry.

Did you get more sunflower butter? I can't find it.

Ohh, I forgot.

Time to go eat. Let's go, buddy.

I got it.

Just need a signature. First name?

Jeffrey.

Did you get enough syrup?

- Finished, buddy? - Bye.

- Okay, bye. - See you guys tonight.

82 for San Bernadino, 81 for Riverside,

75 for Burbank, and 74 for Downtown L.A.

It's much nicer and milder along the coast.

Mid-60s for Camarillo, and 68 currently for LAX.

Pterodactyl?

- I want to try them. - All right.

Just hold on, dang.

Yeah, and the chow mein. And that shoul...

hey, baby, you still want that soup?

- What? Oh, yeah, sure. - And one quart of that egg-drop.

How long?

Okay, there's a big tip for your delivery boy

if you can cut that estimate in half.

- Okay, they hot, but try it Elsie, okay? - All right, thank you.

No?

- They're disgusting. - I followed the recipe.

- Why aren't you makin' that bonbon sirop? - I don't know.

Just, I wanted to try something new.

- Something not Haitian. - I heard that.

Oh.

Chinese food comes quick around here.

Elsie, I don't know what you're talking about,

'cause these are delicious...

Hey.

What's up?

Dance, sugar?

No, thank you, I'm... I'm meeting someone.

Excuse me, um...

- ... pterodactyl. - What?

I'll have a beer, I'll have a beer, thanks.

- How much? - Five.

- Thank you. - Look at that ass.

Doris, take your hands off my meat.

Wanna bag a handful of this?

Thought you'd buy a dance...

- ... buy a dance. - I'll buy a dance, yeah.

Are we, uh...

$20.

Um.

So, is Daewon here?

Did anybody follow you?

Um... how does this work?

Tell me what you need, sugar.

Do you work with Daewon?

You can never say that name in here, do you understand?

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Song's over. Wanna buy another?

It was chill.

Might go back someday.

Good for you, man.

Was worried about you for a minute, though.

About me?

Hell yeah, Izzy...

- ... after what you did to Vera's fam, come on. - Who says that was me?

Ain't like I hurt y'all.

Beef was over.

All I did was push empty trash.

Wes had a lotta GenCoin on the side...

- He was not happy. - He's never happy.

That's true... that's true.

What you doin' here, Izzy?

I mean, we miss you. But you just show up out of the blue like this?

What's really goin' on?

I miss it.

I miss you guys.

I don't need a big title.

I just...

I just wanna be back.

I learned a lot.

I want to come home.

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

♪ Bring it on ♪

The boys at Blackstone yesterday

was interested in making Vivint exclusive.

And they're also interested in chippin' in

a little extra for development money, you know what I'm sayin?

Excellent. Strong get, man.

Well, that's all really, really great.

But, until any of these things actually come to fruition,

Wes remains the sole financier of Araknet.

- That's right. - Wes, you just brought back enough money

to keep us running for another 10 weeks.

- Mm-hm. - Okay, look,

I would not be doing my job if I didn't recommend strongly,

strongly against doing this party tomorrow night.

- My fuckin' birthday, man. - Wes, you asked me to budget this out.

And you are looking at spending

a quarter-million dollars in a single night.

Now that is an entire month of burn,

- We're trying to line up financing here, right Jerry? - Well, es we are, obviously...

Well, who the fuck do you think I'm inviting to this thing?

Okay, but, do we have to bring in Chef Urusawa?

- Mm-hm. - We can just order from Nobu.

- Mm-mm. - And, meanwhile, who are these consultants?

We got Micah, we have Tonya.

We don't even have last names. Who are these people?

You just let me worry about them.

Look, man, we gotta spend money to make money.

We got the Saginaw brothers going,

we got a whole host of other financiers.

that can float this company, man.

It's gotta feel like we're stacking dough faster than we can spend it.

- Am I right, Ronald? - Fake that shit 'til you make that shit

Finally somebody who gets me!

And, Nick, why the fuck do you have glitter on your face?

Just a little... closer down.

Yeah about...

What's up, man?

Coming tomorrow night?

- Yeah, I was plannin' on it. - Good.

Why, what's up?

Ah, man, I've just gotta tell ya.

I know we've had our differences in the past but...

- I respect the shit out of you, man. - Thank you.

There's gonna be some big swingin' dicks there tomorrow night.

Could be our last crack at Series B, you know?

Could use you by my side.

Working the room.

You got a suit?

None that I really like.

My boy, Ramon's on his way over here.

He'll hook you up real nice. On me.

"Fake it 'til you make it."

It's, "Fake that shit, 'til you make that shit."

"Fake that shit, 'til you make that shit." He-hee.

Hey, I just need to get ahold of a little petty cash for the party.

Got a little surprise...

I'm cookin' up... well, actually, a big surprise, so...

- How much? - A hundred... thousand. Need a thousand dollar...

- You'll need Mr. Dacey's sign off on that. - I know, but here's the thing.

Because it's a surprise, I was kind of...

Okay, fine.

Hey, look at you.

Yeah, my man Ramon here doin' me right.

- Oh, Ramon, yeah. You're, uh, Wes's guy, huh? - Correct, yeah.

Um, here, here. I just need your John Hancock.

- What's this? - Uh, that's just, uh,

some stuff for Wes's birthday party.

Guess Jerry wanted both our signatures.

Hundred large?

Yeah, it's a surprise.

- For Wes? - Mm-hm.

Hey, my man, give me a second.

What?

- "What?" - You'll find out tomorrow!

- Bruh... - "Bruh."

- What're you doing, man? What you trying to do here? - Nothing.

I'm not... nothing.

Nothing.

I ain't signing this shit.

For real?

Would you sign this shit?

Okay, fine. You know what?

It's... you know, Wes is gonna just... wow, okay.

- Hey. - Yo.

Hey, look, Wes's turning 65 tomorrow and...

- ... you know, he's throwing himself a big ass shindig. - Yeah?

And if you're tryna get in with everybody,

just show the hell up.

- I wasn't invited. - I'm invitin" your ass.

- Okay. - Look, I'll send you the deets, aight?

Bye.

Do you trust me?

- Do I trust you? - Do you still have faith in me?

No.

- No? Really? - You want me to walk you through my finances?

Money I spent, I could build an ark.

Put some rare fuckin' animals on it.

That doesn't mean there's gonna be a flood.

None of this shit out here means dick, unless we get the Series B.

- Unless you want to go public. - No, we can't go public.

Well then... fuckin' ark.

Look, I need $100,000, cash, by tomorrow night.

Okay.

Yeah?

Fuck no... what for?

I can't tell you but, Wes, I'm asking you to trust me.

You got a suit for the party?

No, I could use a new one, actually.

Well... you should get one.

Do you have a dress?

There are stores.

I'm broke.

- I can't do this. - You have to.

Don't think of it as a betrayal. It doesn't have to be like that.

If you help me help your country

then, we can leave Araknet alone,

and no one ever has to know that any of this ever happened.

But, if there's zero cooperation,

we will have to destroy Araknet, so you will be doing them a favor.

You don't understand, though, I'm...

... I'm not, like, a spy or anything.

I'm... I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

I'm not asking you to be a spy.

I'm asking you to be you.

Kindest, prettiest, most charming version of you.

Dad.

Hi. I'd like to check my balance, please.

Thank you.

I'll take all of it.

Bake sale! Come and get your bake sale!

Cupcakes, cookies, whoo!

Talk it up, we've made some good cookies

and some good cupcakes.

- They just $5. - Wow.

Wow, guys, you done good.

- How much money did we make? - Uh, I think we made enough

to get them brand new jerseys we was talkin' about.

And, you can eat whatever we didn't sell.

Woo!

Yeah, proud of you guys.

Showing some real sales chops.

- What's "chops?" - Chops?! C'mon, it's like, if you're legit good at something,

- people say "you got the chops for it." - Well, that's stupid.

Alright, anyway...

- What is he doin'? Sorry guys. - Mom?

- Mom. - Oh my God, girls, girls, girls.

Tell your husband, and his boys, to stay the fuck off our turf.

Oh my God.

Girls, it's okay. You okay?

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay, don't cry.

Good?

Yeah, buddy.

Hey, hold on.

Hey, baby. How...

Baby.

No, he just got home. Yeah, I'll call you later. Alright, mm-hm, bye.

You alright?

- Y'all alright? - No.

No, we ain't "alright."

Elsie and her friends are scared. And I'm still shaken,

and I got to call all these parents.

Els, can you go in your room for a minute?

Your mama and I need to talk. Can you go to your room?

Hey, Patty, it's Tam, Elsie's mom. Call me back.

Who was it? What'd he look like?

I don't know, okay?

I don't know, he had a mask on.

Was he black? White?

- He was white. - White. Okay.

Did he say anything?

Yeah. Yeah, he said to tell you and your boys to stay off his turf.

Was it Declan?

You swore to me you was out.

I am out, baby!

- My boys just doing some shit without me. - They ain't your boys no more!

God.

I'm sorry.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Do not touch me.

I am out, Tam.

Somebody must think I'm just tryna play them or something.

Got 'em on Araknet to clear the corners

so LH7 can go in there. Baby, that's what it is.

Somebody just think I'm tryna play them, babe. I tell you everything.

Aight?

You call the police?

No. No, I ain't called the police!

I wasn't sure what you'd gotten into.

- I ain't get into shit, baby. - Then, you know, here I am,

in the middle of the damn street.

And all the parents, and the kids just lookin' at me,

thinkin', "Who's this crazy, Haitian bitch

"bringing all this shit into the damn neighborhood."

- Nobody thinkin' that... - So, no, I didn't call the police

because I didn't want them askin' me

all kinds of questions. So, I just left.

I just got out.

What you want me to do?

Baby.

What you want me to do?

Do nothing.

That's what you should do.

Do nothing.

Elsie was in the car with you?

God damn.

Ronnie. Ronnie.

Baby.

Ronnie...

Ronnie, you're still goin' to that party tonight, though, right?

- Mm-hm. - Okay.

Okay, 'cause,

- 'cause, baby, that is all that matters right now, alright? - Mm-hm.

You go in there, and you sell the shit out of that company

that you built. You feel me?

Yeah, I feel you, baby.

I feel you, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Mm-hm. - I wish I was there.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Hey, will you give me a quick zip?

Hm?

Thank you.

It fits you.

I lost a lot of weight, so...

Have you heard from Ronald yet?

Uh, no, no. Hey.

He should be here by now.

- Nick. - Hey.

- Mel Rivera. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right.

- An old friend of your father's. - Yeah, of course.

- So sorry to hear about his passing. - Yeah, thank you.

Look, if there's anything I can do for you, you just let me know, okay?

- Excuse me. - Yeah, yeah, uh, you don't happen to have

$70,000 on you, in cash? Right now.

Funny guy.

♪ All the colors are changin' ♪

♪ All the colors are changin' ♪

Well, there he is, he emerges.

Yo.

I was in the john, getting chubbed up for you.

- Oh yeah? Did it work? - You tell me.

Careful, man. That is a loaded weapon.

What, no cock for me, man?

- Happy birthday, old man! - Thank you, thank you.

Hey. Gentleman, gentleman.

- What's up, shithead? Nice to see you, man. - Hey, great, thank you.

- Good to see you. - Uh, where's your partner?

- Oh, you didn't see her? She's, uh... - No, no, no, not her, the guy.

Uh, the guy, Dacey, what's he called?

- The Haitian... The Haitian Hammer. The Haitian Hammer! - Oh, yeah, Ronald, yeah.

Jesus... what're you doing here?

Ronnie invited me. Where is he?

I don't know. He said you were in Cuba?

It was special.

Are you back for good, or?

- I'm taking it one day at a time, I guess. - Uh-huh.

Okay...

Yeah, should... get a drink?

Yeah, yeah, okay. Uh, here, come with me.

Mara, good lord, look how great you look.

- Thank you. - Yeah. It's good to see you.

- It's nice of you to come. - Oh, of course.

So, I hear things are going really well for you.

- Yeah... - That's great.

Wes must be very proud.

I hope so.

- Enjoy the party. - Absolutely. Thanks.

I feel really shitty about how we left things.

- Me and you. - That's okay. No, no, no. We're, we're...

No, no, I...

I said some things and...

- Yeah. They were true. - Shut up!

- Let me apologize. - Okay.

You're in a 12-step program or somethin'?

You're a dumbass.

Okay.

- 65. - Charlie.

I mean, how is that possible?

Weren't we just racing jet skis the other day?

Charlie! Jesus Christ, man.

So, who are all these rich bastards? You tryna show me up?

Ah, you know me, I'm just...

drudging in the rolodex,

trying to get some new funding for the new company.

You think any of these youngsters want to run with you?

- What? - Us old-timers gotta stick with what we're good at.

But you and I should get together.

Absolutely, man, let's get together.

It's so good to see you, Charlie.

- You too. - Thanks so much for coming, man.

We've got a high of 75 tomorrow.

But there's a storm coming.

So, watch out.

Ah, yes, shots, shots, shots. We must, we must.

I'm telling you, Mel. Mel, Mel, listen to me

We're... we're gonna fly him out

in my personal jet...

Oh! Are you alright?

- Here. - Thank you, sweet pea.

Well, I never expected you

to be dealing with this sort of thing.

- What sort of thing, Doc? - Panic attack.

Doc, this was no panic attack.

Well, I hate to break it to you. But, you did not have a heart attack.

No, no, maybe it was an allergic reaction.

Maybe it was some bad sushi or something.

Fuckin' Jerry with his bad fish.

Get this filled tonight, if possible. I'm gonna step out here.

It's not you.

The dress.

It's her.

I know, Dad, I just borrowed it.

You need to be you.

Mom and I never accepted that.

That's on us.

All of it.

You kill it, baby?

Yeah.

Scared us.

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