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We need to get back to work. Talk about the next job, no?

Smurf's icing me out.

- Why didn't you say something? - Trying to handle it.

You gotta get out of here. My dad'll shit a brick.

This is unacceptable.

I can't have you sleeping here. Do you understand me?

A photographer I like is doing an exhibit in Carlsbad.

Do you want to go?

Get in here, man.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

You didn't have to get the kid in on it.

- What happened? - OD'd.

I got ripped off.

I'm gonna find out who did this to me.

And you're gonna get him.

You told me the boys didn't do anything behind my back.

Don't ever lie to me again.

Yeah!

Come on, bitches! Peace out!

Yeah! You see that? Huh? You like that?

- Whoa! - Hell, yeah!

Deran, you the man!

Oh, shit.

He called. What was I gonna say?

- Where the hell you been? - I've been busy.

Can't answer your phone?

Let me guess. You caved, huh?

Smurf's right on this one.

Earning small jobs on the side, it ain't worth the risk. It's just not.

Pussies.

It's time to come home. It's time.

What, so Smurf says we can work again and we just jump right to it, what?

I know she's been riding you. I get it. I get that you wanna punish her,

but this whole routine is getting a little old, don't you think?

No, man. You know what? I'm done.

I'm sick of her shit. I can't take it anymore.

I'm sorry, man. I'm done.

- And what about 22-D at San Pedro? - I don't know.

So, we're robbing shipping containers now?

San Diego's better if we wanna hit a cargo yard...

- And get what, some iPhones? - What about the manifest?

I haven't found a guard I can buy off yet, no one I trust.

- San Pedro or San Diego? - San Diego.

Well, then focus on San Pedro.

Okay.

Um, I'll get some license plates. I'll run them by our guy at the DMV,

and see if there's a guard with some history we can use.

Just do it tonight.

Why not City National in Temecula? We always talked about it.

There's hardly any foot traffic.

Andrew, what aren't you getting?

You were just inside for three years. No more banks, baby.

I'm not breaking parole for a couple of crates of Blu-ray players.

How about that CVS warehouse in Vista?

Really? That's your big idea? You in a giant pharmacy?

I thought we were brainstorming.

And a shipping yard is no job for three people.

It's not. If Deran is out, let's try the kid.

Because I don't think he's ready.

Deran's just being a baby.

As soon as he hears us talking about doing another job, he'll come running home.

- Maybe. - He'll be in.

I'm not so sure. I, um, saw him.

What?

- Yeah, I saw him. - When?

- This morning. - You didn't drag his ass back home?

- It's not as easy as that. - Since when?

Okay, that's enough, both of you.

No one in this family has to do anything they don't want to do.

Deran will come home when he's ready.

Who the hell is this?

- Can we help you? - I sure hope so.

My name's Paul Belmont. I'm Nicky's father.

So good to finally meet you. I'm Janine Cody, J's grandma.

This is my son, Craig.

Go ahead, honey. I'm okay.

What brings you, Paul?

Nicky stormed out of the house yesterday.

Said she was going to her friend Shannon's.

My wife and I thought she'd been spending a little too much time over there.

So when my wife called this morning,

she found out that Nicky wasn't there at all.

- Has Nicky been staying here with J? - Yeah.

She was here last night, and she has stayed here occasionally,

but I never thought you didn't know.

Of course I didn't know.

We're not comfortable

with our 16-year-old spending the night at her boyfriend's house.

I'm so sorry, Paul. I just... With J's mother passing,

all of a sudden, I'm raising a teenager again.

What did she tell you?

Did she say we were okay with this?

No, absolutely not.

That's on me. I just assumed.

You know what we need to do?

We need to exchange phone numbers so we can stay in touch.

Why don't you and your family come to dinner tonight?

What's with Smurf and Deran?

Since when does her precious baby get a choice?

You missed Belize.

What?

Two years ago, Deran took off to Belize for five weeks. He just disappeared.

Smurf nearly lost it.

Now, when he gets mad, he does this shit.

Just reminds her he can always do it again.

Mmm-hmm.

- We're having dinner guests tonight. - Why?

Because I'd rather have Nicky's parents eat with us than call the cops on us.

You never even met the girls I date, never mind their parents.

The girls you date? Do you want me to meet them?

Enjoy the in-laws, suckers. I'm out.

Don't even think about it.

I need you here, and Cath and Lena.

Well, I've got to check if Cath has plans.

Cath does have plans. Dinner at 6:30.

I can go get Deran and bring him back home.

Thanks, baby.

But come at him gently, okay? You know your brother.

Yeah, I'll go with you.

No thanks, I got it.

Let me go get you his keys.

He has a new apartment on The Strand.

You realize this is just about her not wanting you at dinner tonight, right?

Hey, we cool?

Yeah. Yeah, we're cool.

Hey, what up?

- What's up, buddy? - Hey.

Hey, man, how's it going? - Hey, Dave.

- Dave. Deran. - What's up, man?

Where are you from? I haven't seen you around.

The OC.

Dave runs a fishing charter in the marina.

Yeah.

My uncle owns it. I just run it for him.

Is that fun, ripping off tourists?

What?

I don't know. Hauling them out to catch a couple of bonitos

when they're hoping for bluefin or halibut.

We catch bluefin. Skipjack, yellowfin...

Yeah, no shit. What, once, twice a year when there's an El Niño?

I'm kidding, man.

It's nice to meet you.

Dave, you hungry?

Yeah.

It's gonna be so embarrassing.

He's gonna go on and on about Baghdad, not that he did a tour in Baghdad.

It's gonna be perfect because we're gonna make it that way.

It's all in the details, baby.

Like, when you used to sleepover, you always slept in the guest room.

What?

- Oh, yes, of course. - Oh, yes.

And, see, these buttons... Mmm-mmm.

- Hey, man. - Hey, man.

Hi.

Where's Cath and Lena?

Lena came down with the flu that Cath had last week.

Now, you and I both know that's a lie.

We do.

- Hi. - Hi.

How you feeling?

Like shit.

Did you know the asshole who robbed me stepped right over me

to take my jewelry and cash?

Jesus.

I know who it was.

Buys a lot of product, acts like he's my friend.

Debbie saw him hanging around.

His name is Sage.

You were robbed by a guy named Sage?

I want you to make sure he never walks again.

So there I am, watching pallets of shrink-wrapped Ben Franklins

being lifted up and loaded into the C-130s,

and I'm the oversight, and people are talking, okay?

There's talk about the black hole that Baghdad's become,

the duffel bags filled with cash, the bogus government payrolls,

and they're still shipping it out, right? And I'm the guy, right?

I'm the guy that physically is signing off

on hundreds of millions of dollars of taxpayers' money,

disappearing into that black hole without a trace.

That is crazy, Paul. I mean, I remember those shipments.

I really do, but I've got to tell you, it's amazing to hear it firsthand.

Believe me, it is something I will never forget.

- You know, I wanted to be in the Navy. - Is that right?

- Yeah. - Really?

Yeah, when I was your age. Yeah.

Barry always craved a little discipline.

It's true, and a higher purpose, you know, a sense of service, all of it, really.

I still have, uh, some of those days.

And then, of course, there's all the other days.

What days are those?

- Oh, gosh, I mean... - Hon.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I am just blabbing on over here. I'm sorry.

- It's all right. - Not at all. It's fascinating.

Is there dessert?

- Jack, come on. Watch your manners. - No, it's all right.

- How does apple pie sound? - Yes, please.

Goodness' sakes, are you kidding me?

- Okay. - Would you like some help?

No, thanks. I've got it.

- Nicky, give me a hand, will you? - Yeah.

It was our pleasure.

It was nice to meet you.

I was admiring this little gem when we came in tonight.

You're a car guy.

Used to be, but now I have kids, right?

What's this thing do? About a buck-20, buck-30?

Open road I've done 140.

- Wow, that's impressive. - Liar. You're still a car guy.

Thank you so much, Janine. It was wonderful.

- It was great seeing you... - This is truly surreal.

- I can't... - Yeah. Right?

I'll keep a close eye on Nicky and have her home by 10:00.

- Thank you. - But don't hesitate to call.

- Okay. - Yeah.

I'm gonna get these people... Get them home.

- Good night, everyone. - Good night.

Thank you.

- Good night. - Come on. Let's go.

Good night, Nicky.

- You've got somewhere to be? - What?

Well, you checked your phone about 20 times during dinner.

I thought maybe you had somewhere to be.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

- What's that about? - I don't know yet.

So, you wanted to be in the Navy as a child?

- What? - That's stretching it a bit.

You made up the game. I was just playing it.

Okay, I know it gets to you when Deran takes off like this.

It doesn't get to me. It's boring.

If Deran wants to lose a job because of a temper tantrum, that's his choice.

He's acting out. He probably just needs a minute,

but if Pope goes charging in there and pisses him off,

maybe it turns into a bigger problem again.

What do you think it is about this that really bothers you, Baz?

Deran or the fact that Pope's taking care of it?

I'm beat.

I'm doing the dishes.

You have some license plates to get, don't you?

Started to think you weren't coming.

Yeah, sorry. Our family dinner overran.

I'm glad you made it. Come on. I want to show you something.

I love this one.

Guy doesn't give a damn, you know? Psych.

Whatever he did, whatever he had to do,

he's still here, living the dream.

Which one do you like?

Um...

This one.

Nice.

It's almost like...

It's like the neoprene can't contain her, you know?

Like there's something in her,

some animating force that's just pushing through that hole.

Sorry, that came out dirtier than I meant it.

What do you like about it?

Honestly, I mean,

I was sort of expecting pictures like you see in ads for surfboards,

but none of these are like that, and this one is really not like that.

Wow.

You must think that I am pretty boring if that's what you thought this would be.

- No. - Why did you agree to come?

I'm just messing with you.

This has to stop.

I'll fix your window, all right?

No, it's not about the window.

Is it about Dave?

I met him two months ago.

Yeah, like I give a shit.

- Does he know about me? - No, what's there to say?

You're lucky he wasn't here tonight.

So what? Are you and Dave gonna fag it up at Pottery Barn

and get matching dishes and shit?

Do you even hear yourself?

How much do you have to hate yourself to talk like that?

I don't hate myself.

I don't hate myself, okay? I just... I'm not like you.

No. No, you break into guys' apartments and have sex with them.

No, not guys. Just you.

I can't do this anymore, man.

Belize was a long time ago, and it was simple there.

- That was the point. - Yeah.

- It just happened. It was simple. - You know what?

It was simple to me, too, and it still is, okay?

You beat me up in a public restroom when that kid showed up

to keep it from your mom.

- That's not simple. - Hey!

This isn't about Smurf, okay?

Really? Then go tell her.

Exactly.

Thanks for tonight.

No, thank you for risking a lame evening.

- Well, good night. - Do you want to come in, J?

Sure.

- You traveled a lot. - Yeah, after college.

You should, too, but after college.

I swear, I will kick your ass if you don't apply.

I never asked. Is your dad still in the picture?

- I'm still trying to figure that out. - Yeah.

Sounds complicated.

Yeah.

How's living with your grandmother?

It's okay.

You have uncles that live there, too, right?

- Yeah, four. - Wow.

Yeah, I mean, they all have their own places,

but, no, they're there quite a lot.

I mean, Pope is in a motel.

They sold his house when he, um... When he went away.

"Pope"?

Well, his real name's Andrew,

but everyone calls him Pope. I'm not sure why.

That's, um... That's a lot of people to contend with

after just being you and your mom.

Yeah.

I should probably... I should probably get going.

Yeah, sure.

- I'll see you later. - Bye, J.

- Hey. - Lo lograste.

Sorry, the border took longer than I thought.

Don't worry.

Jesus, Marco's really set himself up, huh?

Have you come here to tell me about my brother's house?

- No. - No?

Jesus!

You scared me, man.

Have you seen Deran?

No, not since yesterday.

- You tried his place? - I was there all night.

Must have holed up at some chick's place.

Yeah, he must've.

A good ride at San Onofre this morning.

No girl could make him miss that.

So, what happened?

What do you mean?

Well, you've never come down here just to see me before.

- Sure, I have. - Uh...

- We don't do that, you and me. No. - Okay.

- Remember? - Yeah.

Oh, okay. Okay, fine. Fine.

Don't tell me anything.

But then, don't call me in the middle of the night,

and expect me to come running here.

You are not the only man I share a bed with, okay?

And next time, maybe try, "Lucy, how are things?

- "How's Carlos?" - Whoa...

Who else are you sharing a bed with?

Is that why you didn't want me to come to your house? Is it?

How's Cath?

Where does she think you are right now?

- Smurf's. - What if she calls there?

She won't. She wants nothing to do with her anymore.

- Is that your problem? - No, but it's making it worse.

So it's Smurf. Of course, it's Smurf.

Ever since Pope got out of prison, I'm on shaky ground with her, okay?

- Oh, God, please... - No matter what I do. I bust my ass.

I run bullshit errands for jobs she wants to run...

Basta. Basta.

Do you even hear yourself?

I don't know why you put up with it. I really don't.

Marco and you, the jobs you used to do,

the ones you came up with, that's what you should be doing.

Your own jobs, not running errands for her.

What?

Maybe you're right.

- You'll talk to Marco, then? - No, not Marco,

but I need to start coming up with the jobs I want to run.

Yeah, glad I helped with that.

Will you come home with me so we can walk Carly to school?

- We can make it. - No, I can't. I've got to go. I can't.

There.

That's why I didn't want you to come to my house.

Morning, sweetie.

- Morning. - How was last night?

- Yeah, it was okay. - Yeah?

So, what, new girl?

Uh, no, it's just some photography show.

People at school were talking about it, so...

Yeah? Was it good?

It was okay. Um, surf photos, you know? Pretty cool.

Nicky not into it?

No, I just... I just wanted to do my own thing.

Hey, can you do me a favor in the next few days?

Would you stop by the building on Corio and pick up the rent checks for me?

Sure.

Great. They're in the lockbox.

Oh, but Dean in 11, he never puts his there,

so you're gonna have to knock on the door.

- No problem. - Thank you, sweetie.

Ray's truck was parked outside my place last night.

I wasn't looking for a lecture then, either.

That was me. I was waiting for you.

Look.

Don't let your dish sponges get so filthy, man.

You put those things in the windowsill,

the sun kills more bacteria than any of that chemical shit you can buy.

Smurf send you?

Yeah.

Because Baz couldn't get you to come home.

Do you ever feel like leaving, man?

Sometimes, yeah. In prison.

Is that what Belize was about? You wanna leave?

No, man, just Smurf.

I wanna leave her.

How was it down there?

It was good.

It was really good.

Hey, you remember Wayne Cullen?

Should I?

Yeah, probably. When I was 11, you beat the shit out of him.

Why?

I asked you to.

You didn't ask me why. I just told you to beat up the kid named Wayne.

What are you saying?

I'm saying, if you do something and you don't ask me why,

I'll come home.

This is it. This is where he works.

Okay. Wait here.

What? No, I'm coming.

I wanna see this.

Trust me. You don't.

Hey, man. What are you doing?

I have to mess you up a little.

What?

It's a shitty situation for the both of us.

Who are you?

Gonna give you a black eye, make you bleed a little,

and then you're gonna run down the street screaming, okay?

It doesn't have to be a big deal.

It doesn't have to be like that.

Seriously, put it...

Shit, that hurt.

Yeah, there's more where that came from, asshole.

So, I guess it does have to be like this!

Get the hell up! Get up! Just get up!

Shit!

It was hilarious. All the way home, my parents were going on

about what a strong single mother Smurf is,

which is amazing, given the fact that they just found out

I've been sleeping with you at her house behind their backs.

Smurf is seriously badass. That woman gets shit done.

Are you listening?

Uh, sorry, I forgot. I've got to pick up rent checks for Smurf.

- Right now? - Yeah.

She needs them tonight. I'll call you later.

Good eye. That's one of my faves.

I'm Lila.

- Oh, wow. You're the photographer. - Yeah.

Hi, I'm Diane. These are great pictures.

Thank you.

But this one...

You know, I'm not 100% sure. It's been ages.

But I think I knew this guy.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Boy, I'd love to get back in touch with him again.

You know any way I could reach him?

Oh, no, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't share that info with you.

- No? - No.

Every photo I shoot is a relationship. It's brief, but intimate.

And many of my subjects have, you know, dropped out of conventional life.

Mmm.

For various reasons.

So, in exchange for a fleeting moment of truth, I promise them anonymity.

What?

That sounds like a load of bullshit to me.

If you don't wanna tell me, just say,

"It's none of your damn business."

- Okay. - Mmm-hmm.

It's none of your damn business.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Now, you know what that was?

That was a fleeting moment of truth.

- Yeah, it kind of was, wasn't it? - Mmm-hmm.

What?

Smurf sent me. Your rent, it's not in the box.

Wanna come in?

Just got some amazing weed. Have a hit.

I'm good. Just the rent, please.

Seriously, this stuff... Mind-blowing.

Just the rent.

Don't be an idiot, kid.

How about I give you some weed,

and in a few days, you come back for the rent?

Only person who wins is you.

If you don't give me the rent, I'm gonna have to tell Smurf.

You little prick. I asked you nicely.

I asked you nicely.

The rent.

Okay, man.

No hard feelings, huh?

Smurf?

- Hey. - Hey.

- Here. Sure. - Thanks.

Where's J?

I don't know. We were at the beach, and he was being weird,

and all of a sudden, he said he had to go get rent checks for Smurf,

and now he's not answering his phone.

I mean, for what it's worth, I'm sure he did have to run an errand for Smurf.

Tends to work that way around here.

Cheers.

So, your mom, she's not your real mom, huh?

Really, you could tell? What was your first clue?

I don't know, her accent?

My mom took off, or he ran her off, more likely. She's not around.

Well, I really liked your dad. He seems very cool.

No, he seems very cool.

He loved you. Thanks for putting up with him.

I wasn't putting up with him.

I mean, not everyone's work stories are all that interesting.

What... They were.

That pallet of money story, man,

that was crazy.

God! Please, that story is from 2003.

He's hit the camo ceiling.

He's like a glorified Navy bank manager now.

Hmm.

He just made lieutenant commander, though, right?

Yeah, after being passed over,

- like, three times in a row. - Hmm.

His boss has it out for him.

I don't know. It still sounds like he's got a lot of responsibility.

He likes to think so.

He acts like he has the nuclear codes in his briefcase.

- Really? - Yeah.

The other day, he freaked when I moved his briefcase off the dining room table,

all his classified documents and shit.

Right. Whatever makes you feel important.

Well, I liked him.

I just wish he'd chill out a little.

So, that guy in the photo,

and you don't have to tell me his name...

was he a teacher?

Quiet type?

- No, "a teacher"? - Yeah.

I don't think it's the person you're thinking of, okay?

Why not?

'Cause the dude creeped me out. There was something really off about him.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Then maybe it wasn't him. - Yeah.

But it looked like him. It looked like him.

A teacher? No.

He had a hustler vibe.

He had an airplane hangar.

- Airplane hangar? - Yeah.

You're insane.

- Man... - Airplane hangar?

Yes, he had an airplane hangar,

and it was filled with classic cars in Santa Clarita,

and God knows where he got those.

I only know 'cause he contacted me out of the blue a couple of years ago.

Wanted to buy a print.

But he, like, wanted the negatives, too, and he'd changed his name.

He was acting all paranoid about it. I don't know.

I guess he really wasn't the guy.

Hi. What are you doing here?

No, no, no. We can't. We can't do this.

Okay.

I'll see you in class.

Nice boat.

Charter's closed for the night.

Why? The water too choppy?

Yeah, she's a beauty.

Yeah.

I forgot how beautiful it is out here.

- Yeah. Get up. - No, no. No!

Give me your hands.

Listen, man, whatever you want. I didn't do it.

I swear to God, I didn't... No!

Wait, man! You're just gonna leave me out here?

You'll make it in.

It's over a mile.

Maybe two.

What did I do, man? What?

I don't even know.

Hi, there, kiddo.

- What? - Nothing.

Just, um...

Thank you for having my back.

A lot of people say they do and then bail.

Overdosing scared the hell out of me, you know?

So you getting my stuff back, it means a lot.

I wanna give you something.

It's okay. Really.

Pills or powder?

Well, if it's important to you...

Powder.

You can watch.

I trust you.

Are you crazy?

You sent one of your thug brothers after Dave?

He nearly died.

What happened?

Is this how it's gonna work?

Every time I meet a guy, you're gonna send someone to almost kill him?

It's sick, Smurf's hold over you. You know that, right?

- Look, this has nothing to do with Smurf. - Bullshit.

It has everything to do with her.

What would Smurf do with a son who doesn't want to screw her?

That's your biggest fear, isn't it?

Being out in the cold without Mommy's love.

I'll see you tonight.

Hi, Mama.

Hi, baby.

Here, I got the checks.

That was quick.

Did you have any trouble?

Dean said he gave you a pretty hard time.

Just like I told him to.

- Hey. - Hey, man.

- Morning. - Morning.

You're in a good mood.

- I'm in a great mood. - Good.

Did you get any licenses last night?

Forget about the port.

I have an idea for a job. Maybe something big.

Hmm, what is it?

I need some lead time to see what comes of it.

Okay, we can talk about it.

Hey, man. No Deran?

Yeah?

Let's have some Bloody Marys.

Detective.

How was the exhibit?

You tell me.

You did good. You got J opening up about his family.

But why did you wanna meet?

From what I heard on the wire, you like J, which is why this is gonna work.

English -SDH