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- I don't expect
to ever hear from you again.

I was gonna let you go, really,

but I just couldn't.

It's a million dollars
for shit's sake.

- Thank you so much.

I was beginning to think

I'd be spending the
night under a bush.

- What the fuck are you doing?

I don't think I've seen
anyone hitchhike since 1970.

Where you goin'?

- Back to school, right
outside of Pomona.

- Cool. What's your name?

- Sandy. What's yours?

- Get in, Sandy.

- Man, this car is sweet.

Must make a lotta money to
afford a ride like this.

What do you do?

- Ah, I suggest you
just stay in school.

- Hey, it looks like
that guy's in trouble.

We should stop and help.

- Nah, you're my good deed
for the rest of the day.

- Come on, short stuff.

Where the fuck's your heart?

I don't wanna have to
blow off your balls,

but if I did, it
wouldn't be the first.

Pull over.

- Hi.

May I?

You know, it might up your sex
appeal to be seen on the arm

of one of the more eligible
lawyers around here.

Don't let my work
appearance fool you.

I can get kinda crazy
when the sun sets

around here on this
old courthouse.

What do you say, Myra?

You, me, some Mexican?

Food, not a Mexican.

Maybe a little salsa
dancing. Salsa.

What do you think?

Myra?

I enjoy our talks. I look
forward to them every week.

And I love the ensemble,
the white with the navy.

It says I'm a worker,
but I mean business.

- Next!

- Tough day, Counselor?

Little early for your call time.

- Early? It's almost 11.

Harry, you're supposed
to make people feel good

when they come into your
establishment.

Just tryin' to save the
world one redneck at a time.

- Good on ya.

It's way too much
pressure for me.

- Keep an eye on that
one for me, will ya?

Stay.

- Your parents know this
is how you get around?

Bummin' rides and
takin' advantage

of the kindness of others?

- Okay, mister whatever
the fuck your name is,

let's go meet my friend.

- You got it.

- Get the fuck outta the car.

- Okay.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Okay, take it easy.

- How much cash you got?

- I don't know,
six, seven grand.

- Wow, nice!

- Let's make this simple.

We're gonna take your money,
your clothes, your car.

We're gonna tape you up
and leave you in the Buick.

Eventually someone
will come find you,

and if they don't fuck
you in the ass first,

I'm sure you'll be able
to find your way home.

- You wanna
hear something funny?

- Why not?

- So I grew up right outside
of Coney Island in Brooklyn,

a little area called Gravesend.

It's actually one of
the first townships

that was settled in the New
Amsterdam of the 17th century.

I lived in a city's
subsidized housing project

called the Marlboro Projects.

- What the fuck is
he talking about?

- Gimme your pants and don't
put your hand in the pocket.

- Okay.

Anyway, it's 35 acres, 28
buildings, 4,600 residents.

Blacks, Italians,
Jews, Russians,

Chinese, Puerto Ricans, Irish,

I mean like everything you
could possibly imagine.

And see, when I look
back on my childhood,

it feels like I
spent the whole time

with a gun pointed in my
face, kinda like right now.

And this sounds crazy, but
there's something comforting,

you know, almost
calming about it.

It's like either
you live or you die,

or you're no longer
responsible for what happens.

You know what I mean?

- I know you must be
clinically insane.

- Here you go.
- Now hand over the rest.

- Money's right there
in that top pocket.

Jesus fuckin' Christ. The
first time you ever done this?

- Look at
that fucking roll.

- Yeah, fuckin'
stings, doesn't it?

Try taking deep breaths,
you know what I mean?

One at a time.

Open your fuckin'
mouth. Open it.

See, the problem with
you fuckin' millennials

is you rarely take
advice from people

with more experience than you,

and you have a very
hard time imagining

you could possibly die.

Wrong on both counts.

Stupid fucks.

I got my pants
all fuckin' dirty.

- Fuck, Del!

What the fuck? You just
broke my goddamn nose!

- I'm delivering an invitation.

Mr. Barnes wants to meet
with you noon Wednesday.

- I can't, I gotta be in court!

- Shut up.

You're gonna fuckin'
be there, all right?

You're late, again.

Mr. Barnes is very
concerned. Get your ass up.

- Fuck!

- Now, you wanna handle
your responsibilities,

you understand me?

- Rollie knows I take my
obligations seriously.

- Well, maybe he's sick of
being inconvenienced by you.

Or maybe he finally thinks

you're in way over
your fuckin' head.

Either way, I wouldn't
be late if I were you.

- I'll be there Wednesday.

- Yeah, you're gonna be there.

- I said I'll be
there Wednesday.

- Clean your face.
- Ow! Fuck!

Goddamn it!
- Clean your fuckin' face.

Here.

Fix this.

Let's get you
lookin' sweet, mate.

All right, here you are.

Just like I found you.

Now.

- I can't fuckin' breathe.

- Now you need to
be there Wednesday.

- Fuck, I said I'd be there.
- By noon.

You fuckin' be there.

- Jesus.

Fucked up my tie,
too, ya motherfucker!

- After he beats
the guy unconscious,

poked his left fuckin'
eyeball out with a pencil.

- Who are you talkin' about?

- This new guy moved out
from Canarsie, Rollie Barnes.

He thinks he's
running the place.

Drugs, prostitution,
sports book.

Pissin' off a lotta people.

- And the wrong people.

- Hey, Angelo, why
don't you go down there

and have a little talk with him.

Explain how shit
works around here.

- No, no!
- Ooh!

- You don't got shit, Billy.

- Would you shut up
and play the game?

- Angelo, tell Billy
what he doesn't have.

- He ain't shit,
boss man.

- Exactly. I call.

- Woo hoo hoo hoo!
- Oh!

- That's what I thought.

- Damn, Billy boy.

- Poker's a lot like life.

If you have the gift
of spottin' bullshit

from what's real, it's a win.

Hey Billy, are you
cool with this?

I'm not tryin' to
break the bank, but...

- Fuckin' asshole.

- Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy.

- Whatever happened with
that exercise thingy

you were workin' on?

- It's an elliptical
bike design.

- Mm.

- You oughta try it
there, chicken legs.

Ah, man, they backed out.

Too speculative.

- You know, we got this
new thing goin' on.

- Mm-hmm.

- Find privately held
businesses, buy 'em,

hand 'em off to
these stockbrokers we
got on the payroll,

they jack the stock price up,

and then we dump it,
split the profits.

It's been workin' out real well.

- Shit.

- You know, it might be
somethin' you could be good at.

All you gotta do is find
businesses that have value.

You bring 'em to
us, we negotiate.

But you know, you could kill it.

And I'll bankroll you for
the first couple months

if you need.

- Uh-uh, you don't
have to do that.

- Lemme finish.

If we're gonna be partners,
I only have one rule,

and that's no secrets,
no surprises, okay?

I don't wanna hear shit
from anybody but you ever.

And that includes everything
that you're doing.

You understand?

- Yeah.

- Here's a little advance.

Why don't you go take Barbara
out to celebrate or somethin'.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

To new business.

- Fuck yeah.

- Tommy.

- All right, man.

- Let's go home, Jake.

Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good.

- I don't know, but he said
it was something really big

and he sounded pretty
excited about it,

which is honestly really
nice for a change.

What do you think
about this one?

- Yeah, I mean, it's
fine if you're dead set

on not getting laid tonight.

- Hmm, funny.

- I'm amazed you guys
do anything together

after being with each
other for half your lives.

I cannot imagine being with
the same guy since high school.

- Well,
you can't imagine

being with the same
guy since lunch.

- Yeah, so?

- Oh God, you are a slut.

- I coulda told you that.

- Actually, I think you
have told me that before.

- You've told her what?

You've told her that I'm a slut?

- Not often.
Sometimes.

- So what is the
big news that got me

into this hooker dress?

- Which is really
hot, by the way.

Jacko has a new venture going.

Totally legit and I'm in.

- Jacko? Really?

- Come on, Barb.

This is the break
we've been waiting for.

So drink up.

Maybe we'll even build
you a guest house.

- You're so full of shit.

- Yeah, he is.

Cheers, guys.

- I wasn't sure how it
would feel to have you back.

- Will you ever forgive me?

- I already have.

The question is if you'll
ever forgive yourself.

- Afternoon, folks.

Wonderin' if you wouldn't
mind sharin' some money.

- I got nothin' for you, boys.

Why don't you step outta
the way, let us pass.

- Maybe we should just give
'em what they want, Jake.

- I'm not givin' 'em a thing.

- It's been tough
times, I won't lie.

There's been moments where
I thought you've been

through too much to
ever be happy again.

- Jake!

Oh God!

- Oh God.

I don't feel that way anymore.

You're a good man, Jacob.

And I know how I feel
and I know what I want.

- I know the two of
you have been friends

since you were kids, but do you
remember when we were young,

you wanted to be a
professional football player?

And I dreamt of
living in Monaco.

Jacko wanted to be Ray
Liotta from "Goodfellas"

and he's the only one whose
dream actually came true.

- Don't
be so melodramatic.

Look, I don't claim to know
about all of Jacko's business,

but this will be in our name.

Everything by the book.

- I don't know, babe.

Do you really
think this is worth

getting involved in
his entire world?

- Yes! Yes, it is.

I'm tired of struggling
from one venture to another.

Worked on that damn bike
design for three years

and look where it got me!

Got us.

Jacko's, my friend.

And he can make things happen.

It can be a whole new life.

- I didn't think
the life we had was so bad,

you know, you and me?

- Well, I want more.

A lot more.

And if this works,

maybe we can finally
discuss having that baby.

- That would be nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, just like that.

- Fuckin'
richer than Jacko.

- Uh-huh, yeah.

Look at my face.
- I'm gonna come.

- Look at my fuckin' face.
- Okay.

- Open your
eyes, look at me.

- Get off me.

God, is it possible
you haven't finished puberty?

You're tryin' to kill me.

- Probably should.

Then I could at
least stop worrying

that your sister'll
find out about us.

- You're so full of shit.

You don't spend a minute
worrying about Barbara.

You just walk around like
nothing's gonna happen to you.

- I will admit that I enjoy
having this little secret.

It's like having an extra life

that's no one's
fuckin' business.

- It's called narcissism, Billy,

and you've got it in spades.

- You make it sound
like a sickness.

- What's so sick about you
fucking your wife's sister

who you've known
since she was 13?

You better not hurt her, Billy.

I swear to God, I'll
have you killed.

- That's very sweet.

- I mean it.

What's this
I hear about you guys

trying to get pregnant?

- She told you about that, huh?

- She is my sister. She
tells me everything.

You can't be serious about this.

- No, I just, I didn't
want her givin' me shit

about workin' with Jacko.

- You two are unbelievable.

It's like you create
your own little realities

just for you two to live in.

She honestly thinks that
there's a part of you

that's even mature enough
to want to be a dad.

And you haven't even thought

about how this would change
your entire fucking life.

- Doesn't have to.

- Billy!

Once the baby comes,
it's all about the baby,

then all about
Barbara, then you.

You're a distant third.

And once she's pregnant,
it's over between us.

- What? Why?

- Because I'm not
gonna be blowing you

when she's
breastfeeding Baby Huey.

- Ah, Ethan Boggs, Esquire.

How the hell are you?

- Hey, Rollie, thanks for
taking the time to see me.

- I'm really sorry
about your nose,

but I did ask Del to
properly, you know,

adjust your attitude
before our conversation.

- I wanted to ask,
how's your fist?

- I suspect it's much
better than your nose.

- Excuse me for
one second. Hello?

- Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Gotcha. Thank you very much.

- Rollie-
- Ethan,

spare me the whole, you
know I'm good for it speech.

You know, I have to
collect one way or another.

- And you're going to.

- And there is a
disturbing trend here

of you diving deeper and
deeper into your line.

And frankly, I think it's
gonna be in your best interest

if we just cut you off now.

- But you're gonna gimme,
you're gonna gimme time

to get the 25, right?

I mean, you know what
it's like right now.

- I like you, Boggs.

I really, I really fuckin' do,

but do you think that
I can indulge you

and not have it
affect my business?

Listen, for me to keep
the money flowing in,

I need everybody
to do their part,

and that means getting every
dollar that is owed me,

which by the way,
is now 30 large.

- 30?

- It went up yesterday, and
in two days it's gonna be 35.

- Is this the part
of the conversation

where I worry about
my personal safety?

- See? What did I
fucking tell you?

Every time this
guy comes in here,

he cracks me the
fuck up.

- Yeah.
- Look, in my experience,

people in poor health have
a hard time getting current.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

Normally I would
just take your house,

but you don't own one.

Or I take your car,

but that thing is a
fuckin' piece of shit.

I do, however,
have a suggestion.

- Yes?

- You are my lawyer as of now.

- I can't be your
lawyer, Rollie.

- Oh, no, no, no.

On the contrary, yes you
can, and yes you will.

- Look, it's not that I,

I'm willing to help
you out once in a while

if there's something
I can do for you,

I've always done that for you,

but I can't be involved
in your business.

'cause I'll get disbarred.

It's all I got.

- Well, then I suggest you be
particularly fuckin' careful.

- I can't be your attorney!

Del, Del, come on now.
- All right, shut up.

- Del, Del, just
come on, just...

Hey Del, can I just talk
to you for one second?

- Take a breath.
- Take a what?

- It's all right. All right.

Now, that's better.

Look, now you're probably

gonna be pissin'
blood for a while.

Don't be concerned with that.

I didn't actually
hit you hard enough

to do any real damage
to the kidney, huh?

So you're fine. Let's go.

Get back in there.

- So, Counselor,
do we have a deal?

- Yes, we have a deal.

- Excellent. Come sit, join me.

So what'll it be?

- Scotch.

- Ethan, guys like you,

I mean maybe not as
smart, as educated,

but guys addicted to
booze and to gambling,

they fall behind.

They never get caught up.

It doesn't usually end well.

I mean, one thing that I've
learned in this business

is that God wants
gamblers to lose.

So look, I don't know if
you went to law school

because you wanted to or
'cause maybe you thought

it would help you get some ass.

Regardless, you should consider
yourself very fortunate.

- You lookin' for
me? I'm Ethan Boggs.

- Yeah, my name is Jacob Glass.

My wife and I, we
want to adopt a child.

- Take a seat.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

- Just water'll
be fine, thank you.

- Good choice. It's
been in there a while.

- Oh, thank you.

My wife is a very good woman.

If anyone was ever
built from the ground up

to be a mother, it's my Sarah.

We lost a pregnancy a
while back and now, well,

it's just not gonna
happen, not for us, so...

- I'm sorry to hear that.

So now you both settled
on the idea of adoption?

- Yeah.

- Well, you do realize
it's a lengthy process

for you and Sarah.

You're both gonna have to
take classes to get certified.

Then the state has to also
investigate both of you

to make sure you're okay.

They can inspect your home

to make sure it's
suitable for the child.

Then eventually you're
gonna have to appear

in front of a judge

who will make the final
decision on the adoption.

- I'm afraid none of that's
gonna be possible, Mr. Boggs.

- You've done time.

- I'm told you can help us.

- Gonna be expensive.

- How much you
expect that to be?

- It depends on
the birth mother,

if there's any medical
expenses, my fee.

Anywhere between, I
dunno, 10, $25,000.

- If that's what it takes,
you'll have the money.

- Well, Mr. Glass,

why don't you leave
your phone number here,

and I'll start checkin' around.

And if something suitable
comes up, I'll let you know.

- So, Dr. Kawa seems pretty
intent on doing a C-section

given my past history
and everything,

but I don't really know
how I feel about it.

I kind of always imagined
I'd have a natural birth

so I could scream obscenities
at you while I'm doing it.

- Sounds pretty good to me.

Just schedule the delivery,
pop in and pop out.

Like taking the
car in for service.

- You asshole.

You know I'll still find a
way to scream at you, right?

- Fair enough.

- He also keeps mentioning
this other smaller hospital,

like 20 minutes outside of
town called Western Memorial?

He said it's where he started

and that it's really
well-equipped and charming.

He seems to really love it.

- Huh.

- And now, a story that many
of you will find shocking.

When a toddler in Florida
suffering from Down syndrome

underwent a DNA
test, it was revealed

that he and another
newborn were mistakenly

and tragically
exchanged in the small,

independent hospital in
which they were born.

This follows an earlier
report by this network

regarding an alarming
number of cases

of gross negligence
occurring at similar small,

often rural hospitals that
are improperly equipped.

I'm now going to bring
in our own Laura Smith

who is on assignment
just outside of Orlando,

where a local attorney
representing both
sets of parents

is bringing a civil suit against
the hospital in question.

- I was thinking
that little hospital

might be a perfect
place to have our baby.

- Oh yeah, I know,
but do you think

it's really worth
taking the risk?

- Well, of course not.

But what if Memorial
is perfectly safe?

It's still the same doctor.

- There's a lot
to work with these days.

- I got time.

- God,
these damn hormones.

- I don't understand
the problem.

You're doing great, man.

I mean, we got a nice
little business goin' here.

- That is the problem:
a little business.

- Look, don't get ahead
of yourself, bro, okay?

A year ago you were worried
about paying your mortgage.

Remember how thrilled you
were when I brought you in?

You got a chance to make a
serious chunk of change here.

- Yeah.

- Shit.

What's up?

- Just got a
call from Marseilles.

Got a big problem.

- What the fuck is it this time?

- Those two Russians,

the brothers that were
transporting the computers.

- What the fuck did they
put in those containers?

- Humans.

- You say humans?

- Yeah, like 10
teenage girl humans.

- Those motherfuckers.
Fuckin' scumbags.

I fuckin' knew it.
I fuckin' knew it.

- That ain't all.

When they got to Morocco,
three of them were dead.

- Fuck! Fuck.

You wanna take a ride?

- What the hell
are you gonna do?

- You want what I got, you
gotta go all the way.

Let's see how big your
nuts are.

- Shit.

- Jacko, we weren't
expecting you.

- Since when do
business partners

have to make an appointment?

Pavel, nice Chopper.

- We are trained
to expect anything.

- May I?

I assume you're here because
of that business in Morocco.

- That would be correct.

- I regret your people
weren't properly notified,

but the cargo
changed last minute.

Someone in the organization

was supposed to let you know.

He fucked up.

When I find out who
the fuck that is,

I'm gonna send you three
fingers for each girl who died.

This won't happen again.

- Well, that's good.

But we don't sell
girls into slavery.

It's disgusting.

There are no surprises in
this business, you know that.

There's a price to pay.

- Okay. Hundred
thousand dollars.

- 200.

So, are we good?

- Now we're good.

- Wow, Jacko. This is
some place you got here.

I mean, it's inspiring to
a guy like me.

- How's California
treating you, Rollie?

- Eh, just like Brooklyn.

Bagels and knishes on every
fuckin' corner.

Here. Been a very good month.

It's all there. You can
count it if you want.

- What's wrong,
man? I trust you.

Till the first time I
find out you're short.

- Don't worry about that.

I'ma be your best earner.

Unless of course I already am.

- Watch yourself, shorty.

- I hate it when
people call me that.

- I hear you've been
dealin' a lotta oxy.

- Yeah, these beach bums
can't get enough of it.

We can't even keep the shit in stock.

Makin' us a lotta money.

- Hey look, that shit
kills people, all right?

I don't wanna see it
anywhere around here.

I don't need some
16-year-old OD-ing on me.

You understand?

If I see any, I'm shuttin'
you down. You get it?

- Hey, of course.

Listen, you got nothin'
to worry about with me.

- I'm
surprised you stayed

outta jail this long, man.

- So am I.

Found myself a great
fuckin' lawyer.

This guy, Ethan Boggs.

- I never heard of him.

- Hey, he was doin' small
stuff, adoptions and shit.

Guy is into me deep.

As long as I let
him keep playin',

he's gonna be my bitch forever.

And Del here keeps him focused?

- Motivated.
- Motivated.

- Maybe we could use him, huh?

- Jacko,
whatever you want.

What's mine is yours.

- I appreciate that.

- All right, so we'll
get outta your hair.

I'll talk to you
soon. All right.

- Cheers, mate.

- Cheers.

- Later, shorty.

- I fuckin' heard that.

- That fuckin' guy
is trouble, Jackie.

You mark my words.

- Hmm. We'll see.

- I just need your
initial and signature.

You know, Rollie,
me doing all these

trumped up real estate deals,

eventually I'm
gonna get disbarred,

and then what good am
I gonna be for you?

- None, to be honest, and I
genuinely am sorry, Ethan,

'cause at some point
when the time comes,

this is probably gonna ruin

your whole miserable
fuckin' life.

But for the time being,

your job is to make sure my
shit doesn't get fucked up,

and as long as you owe me money,

it's just the way it's gonna be.

- You're a real
sweetheart, Rollie.

Well, I do have some other
business to attend to.

- Um, I'm gonna need you
to head down to County

and get the Squirrel.

- Squirrel Bailey?

- Yeah, yeah, he got pulled
in on a DUI last night.

He already missed half
a day of collections.

- You want me to...

I can't be showing my
face down at County.

Everybody's gonna know
that I'm the mob lawyer!

- Hey, listen, Boggs,

I'm pretty sure everybody
thinks that already.

- Man, that was so cool!

I've never had a lawyer
get me outta jail before.

- Well, I'm glad I could make
it special for you, Squirrel.

- Hey listen, they're gonna
take my driver's license,

and I would be really grateful

if you'd help represent me
in court when I gotta go.

- Squirrel, I'm not
a courtroom lawyer.

You're better off
gettin' somebody else.

- But you're
the one that I want!

Rollie's gonna want me to keep
working the streets for him.

We're on the same
team, aren't we?

- Thick as thieves.

- Yes! Yeah!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

Hey, hold on. I got
somethin' for ya.

Don't go anywhere.
- No, I don't want...

- Naw, I'll be right back!
- I don't want anything.

- I'll be right back!

- Jesus Christ. What
the hell is that?

- Yeah, it's an antique.

- I don't want
that...

- There ya go.

- Jesus Christ, Squirrel.

- Yeah, one thing's for sure.

Few things are
likely to discourage

an argument like this old puppy.

- I wouldn't even know
what to do with it.

I've never even
shot a gun before!

- Hey, sometimes a man needs a
little confidence, Mr. Boggs.

This baby as sure as
shit give you that.

- It's a pleasure,
Squirrel. It really is.

We need to spend
less time together.

Seriously, we should.

- See ya later.

- Mr. Boggs! My
name is Billy Evans.

- Should I know you?

- Not yet.

Can I join you?

- Oh yeah.

Just don't cry in your drink.

My quota for sad stories

is pretty much filled
up for the day.

- Yeah, so I've heard.

- Oh.
- Have a vodka straight up.

Another round from
my sad friend.

- So you've heard. Heard?

What exactly have you heard?

And you're not my
friend, friend.

- No, but I could be by
the end of the night.

You and I are related
by mutual colleagues.

Your boy Rollie.

Yeah, he works with
someone I work with.

And the word is that
you are pretty stuck.

- You know? This isn't sounding
very interesting to me.

- Would you be more interested

if I were to make
your debt disappear?

- Not necessarily. No.

- How does $50,000 sound to you?

- Sounds like it's
gonna be too little

for whatever you're about
to ask me to do, friend.

- I want you to
find a good home...

A loving home for
a newborn baby.

Now if you can do
that, let's make it 75.

Enough to get Rollie
off your back,

for you to start acting
like a man again.

- It's a lot easier
said than done.

But...

You have my attention.

- Has to be a couple
without children.

A couple who's willing to
keep their mouths shut.

When I call you, you take the
baby, you give it to them,

and you and I need to
never see each other again.

- It's a dirty little
business you're doing.

- Oh, okay.

This is coming from
the guy who reps

a drug dealer and a pimp!

- So when are we expecting

this bundle of joy
to be delivered?

- Three weeks.

Here's my number.

If you have the right
couple, you need to call me.

Soon.

- Am I to assume
this baby's yours?

- $75,000 and freedom from
Rollie Barnes, Mr. Boggs.

It seems to me that's all
you really need to know.

Have another one on me.

- Harry.

- I still don't understand
how you could pass

on one of the best teaching
facilities on the West Coast

in favor of some
hospital that looks like

it's straight out of
"The Andy Griffith Show."

- It's sentiment,
Wendy, something you'd
know nothing about.

- Fuck you.

- Lovely.

- Everyone needs to calm down.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's the same doctor,
same equipment,

and better nursing care.

All in all, it's just
gonna be more homey.

- I think you're both whacked.

Then again, I'm not the
one who's gonna end up

with some screaming
little creature

whose end goal is to destroy
your lives as you know it.

- You'll enjoy the room.

It has a lovely view
and very good light.

The bathroom and shower
are just outside.

- At least they have
indoor plumbing.

- Let's get you
into a gown, into the bed.

Dr. Kawa is on his way.

- God, I'm so nervous.

- I don't blame you.

- Hey, I think I'm gonna
grab a cup of coffee

while you're settling in.

You want anything?

- No. Have everything I
need right here, babe.

- It's time.

- Oh my God.

Oh, look at him.
He's so gorgeous.

Hi, Robbie.

Hi, Robbie, it's Mommy.

Oh my God, he's so beautiful.

Isn't he beautiful,
Billy? Look at him.

- We were such idiots.
You know that, right?

- I don't know. It
was a different time.

Things change.

- No, we can't
justify what we did.

Makes me sick to my stomach.

- Oh, you'll get over it.

You always do.

- Why don't you two go
home and get some rest?

There's nothing you can do here.

They're both exhausted.

They're gonna sleep
for quite a while.

- Sounds like a plan to me.

Oh hey, you take good
care of them, okay?

- Well, if they're
going to be sleeping...

You'll leave the baby in the
room with her, won't you?

I wanna be here
when she wakes up.

- Of course.

- We're on.

- Yeah?

- Jacob.
This is Ethan Boggs.

- This is the call?

- This is it.

- Here's the 75.

Ah.

And here's the baby.

Hey, make sure it's a good home.

- Yeah.

- And make sure I never hear
a word from them or you.

- You got it.

- Hey, you're up.

- Denise, hi, I was
just trying to call you.

Is little Robbie okay?

Denise, where is he?

What is going on, Denise?

- I'll be back.

- Denise, where are you going?

Where is my baby?

- Here, easy.

- Oh hey, buddy. Hey.

- I got something.
Wait a second.

It's like a baby starter kit.

Diapers and some bottles
and baby formula.

- Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Boggs.

- You got the money?

- Oh yeah, fuck. Sorry.

I got it right here.

You okay, buddy?

That's all of it.

How do I know that...

- What?

- Some fella's not gonna come
knockin' on my door someday

with a pistol lookin' for him?

- I can't tell you
much, but I can tell you

it was the father who
arranged the whole thing,

and he's not gonna
be looking for you,

and he doesn't wanna
know anything about
you or your family.

Frankly, neither do I.

- I guess that's it, then.

Thank you.

- Fuck me.

- Jacob, what in the...

What have you been...

- Say hello
to your new son.

- No, no, stop.
Let me go, please.

I don't want a sedative.
I don't want a sedative!

Let me go, please!
I just want my baby.

I just want my baby!
- What the hell is going on?

- Billy!

Billy.

- My baby. My baby is gone.

Robbie's gone. He's missing.

- Missing?
- He's gone.

- How can he be missing?

This is a mistake, right?

- Okay, everyone
should leave right now.

This woman is
recovering from surgery

and is gonna hurt herself
unless we calm her down.

- No, no, no, no, no. Please,
please, please do something.

You can't leave. Please.
- Okay, I'm not leaving.

I'm not leaving her.

- Promise me you'll...

Baby, look at me.

Robbie's gone.

Our son is gone.

Please promise me.

Promise me you'll do
something about it.

Please.
- We'll find him.

- We can't lose him.
We can't.

Please, baby,
promise me. Promise.

- I'm gettin' too old
for this shit, Harold.

- Listen, someone grabbed
a newborn last night

at Western Memorial.

Place is crawlin' with cops

and media's not far behind.

I need you to get over
there as soon as possible.

This one's got all the
makings of a real shit storm.

- Oh goddamn
it. All right, yeah.

Right, right. I'm out the door.

Hey! Oh!

You moron.

- I'm sorry, babe.
We gotta get up.

It's almost seven.

- We didn't
get to sleep until five.

- You
insist on layin' there.

- Not in your
lifetime, pal.

- Okay, Marcy, you
are leaving me-

- Marsha.

- Marsha?

- Marsha.

- Here I thought by now

you'd be collecting
some fat pension,

livin' with some assisted
living tubes in your nose,

a nurse you call mama.

- This is an
important client, huh?

- Our biggest.

- Well, that's too bad
'cause it's a major fuck-up.

Perp walks through an
unsecure automated doorway,

walks out with the baby.

- They are
not gonna be happy

about this downtown.

I'm gonna go inside and look
around if that's okay with you.

- No salt off my nuts, brother.

Told the press that we'd
have a statement for 'em

in about 20 minutes.

- Can't keep him, Jacob.

- Why?

- Because he belongs
to somebody else.

- Yeah. Somebody
who didn't want him.

Probably just some
kids made a mistake

and wanted to make
the problem go away.

I believe God wants
us to have this child.

I believe he picked
you to be his mother.

- Honey...

- What should we name him?

- The Bible tells us the
answer to that question.

Joseph, the son of Jacob.

- We just want our baby back.

We've waited so
long to have him.

Please, if you've
taken our baby,

bring him back to the hospital.

That's all we care about,

that he's safe and well.

Please, anyone out there,

help us find our son.

Listen, try to have faith
this will all work out.

I know it doesn't seem like
it, but try to be strong.

It'll be okay. You'll see.

We'll have a great life.

- Billy.

I didn't wanna disturb her.

My God. I don't
know what to say.

- Thanks, man.

It's a nightmare we're
not wakin' up from.

- What did the cops say?

- Too early to know.

- Well, those motherfuckers
better do their job for once.

Whatever piece of shit
did this, whoever it is,

doesn't know what kinda
shit he just got himself in.

When I find this motherfucker...

When I find this motherfucker
I'll kill him myself.

That's a promise. Yeah.

- Hey, I'm sure there's gonna
be a lot of pokin' around,

you know, personal stuff.

Business stuff.

I just want you to know

that all the paperwork's
clean just like you showed me.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
that's good. That's good.

Just take it easy, right?

If you need anything,
just let me know.

I'm a phone call away.

Anything you need, okay?

It'll be all right.
We're gonna find him.

- I'm really sorry, Billy.

- Thanks, Ang.

I should get back.

- Okay, yeah. We'll let you go.

- Dresses nicely.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, yes, that's what
I'm talkin' about. The slit.

Well, look who the fuck it is!

- Hi, Rollie. Hi, Tina.

- Hi, Ethan.

You know it's been dead all day,

so how about a
blowjob for half off?

- Hey, hey, hey, how
the fuck am I supposed

to make any money if you're
just giving your shit away?

- Oh, come on, Rollie.

Haven't you ever heard
of an employee discount?

- Employee discount.
That's fuckin' funny.

All right, ladies, it's
time to go to work.

Go out there and you know,
make the company proud.

- You know I will.
- Mm.

There ya go.

So, Counselor, to what do I
owe this unscheduled visit?

- Well, I got somethin' for ya.

- Okay.

Wow!

- It's 37-5.

- Kiss my hairy Brooklyn ass.

- Yes.

- I am not easily impressed,
but I gotta hand it to you,

I did not expect this.

I guess we're gonna have
to adjust our deal, yeah?

Start paying you for your time?

Still at the 50%
rate, of course.

At least until you owe
me fuckin' money again.

- No, I, Rollie...

This is what I owe you.

- Right.

- That means I can't
represent you anymore.

- Oh yeah. Why the fuck not?

- I'm tryin' to get
my reputation back,

and it's gonna take
everything I have.

- You're gonna hurt
my feelings, Boggs.

Here I thought you and
me had developed this,

I don't know,
special relationship.

Bottom line is, your signature
is all over our business,

so you ain't fuckin'
goin' anywhere.

- That...

Being with you as your
attorney for life,

that was never our deal.

- Deal?

Deal?
- That wasn't part

of the deal.

- Fuck our deal!

And fuck your reputation!

You think I give a fuck? Huh?

Answer me, you weaselly
little motherfucker.

Yeah, here's the
fuckin' problem, Boggs.

You did too good a fuckin' job.

You're like the first real
lawyer I ever fuckin' had.

I mean, I think you
coulda been big time

if you hadn't fucked up your
life the way you fuckin' did.

And oh my fucking God,
if they gave out awards

for fuckin' up
their fuckin' life,

you would go
multi-fuckin' platinum.

But you work for me and
it is gonna stay that way.

Do you understand?

- Wasn't our deal.

- Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, what?

- I understand.

- Good. Now get the
fuck outta here.

I got a business to run.

Don't even think about
touchin' that fuckin' money.

The fuck are you lookin' at?

- Mind if I join
you, Miss Tompkins?

- Are you a registered
sex offender?

- No.

- Do you have a real job?

- Yeah.

- We were never
engaged, were we?

- Oh, I'd probably
remember that.

- Well, can you
afford an extra drink?

- Yeah, I can in this place.

Yeah, make mine a bourbon.

- Thanks.

So, I'm at a bit of
a disadvantage here.

You know exactly who I am

and I don't have a
fuckin' clue who you are.

- Well,
my name's Paul Drake.

It's about your nephew.

- You're a fuckin' cop?

Here I was thinking it was
just because you liked me.

- Well, I do like
you and I'm no cop.

I work for the insurance
company represents the hospital.

- This is going from bad
to worse for you, Drake.

A moment ago you had
a pretty good shot

at getting lucky tonight.

- Mm.

Well, the night is still young.

I can make a comeback.
Give me half a chance.

- What do you want from me?

I hope you know I would
never say anything

that would
disadvantage my sister.

- I'm very sorry about your
sister and your nephew.

I want that boy found.

But if he isn't, your
sister and her husband,

they stand to make
quite a bit of money.

- No amount of
money would make up

for what she's been through.

- What about your
brother-in-law?

- What about him?

- How well
do you know him?

- What is that supposed to mean?

I've known him
since I was a kid.

- Would you do anything
to protect him, too?

- Fuck you, Drake.

I don't need you picking
through my garbage,

and I definitely don't need you

causing my sister anymore pain.

She doesn't deserve it.

- That won't happen.

I won't say anything.

- Why would you do that?

- Okay, I was a Army
cop for a long time.

Well, let's just say
I've seen a lotta people

do a lotta stuff for a
lotta different reasons.

I'm certainly in no
position to judge.

I've watched your brother-in-law

on the news, givin' interviews,
I know who he works with.

I just don't trust him.

And I'm guessing
you don't either.

So, you think he had anything
to do with the kidnapping?

- Why don't you ask him?

- Oh, I plan on doing just that.

- Good luck.

- Mr. Drake.

Please. Come in.

- Thank you.

Well, people like you
usually want nothing

to do with folks who
represent insurance companies.

At least not without a lawyer.

- I'm sure that's true.

Frankly, I was glad you called.

- Really? How come?

- I have no desire to drag
this out for a year or two.

I'm anxious to put it behind me

so we can move on
with our lives.

- Mm.

Even when there's still
an ongoing investigation

attempting to find your son?

- Look, Paul.

I'm sorry. May I call you Paul?

- Sure.

- You and I both know the
baby's never going to be found.

He's either living with some
illiterate dirt-poor family

in the desert, or some
incredibly wealthy family

halfway across the
world, or dead.

In any case, we're not
gonna see him again.

- Wow.

You are handling this
pretty damn well.

Yeah, you know, I don't
think I could be so composed

if I were in your spot.

- Just being a realist, seeing
the world for what it is.

This has been a tragic event.

Pretty much ripped
my family apart.

Now it's time for me to see

if I can put the
pieces back together.

- So I take it you
wanna come to some sort

of financial agreement
pretty quickly.

- Yeah.

In order to avoid legal action,

pretty quickly is exactly
what we should do.

Look, let's not play
games, you and me.

I know you've done
your homework.

I know you've spoken to
the neighbors who saw me

the night of the kidnapping,
the companies I work with.

I know you've examined my
relationship with Jacko Stern

and found nothing irregular.

I swear to you, I
had nothing to do

with what happened
to baby Robert.

So what do you say we stop
pissin' on that tree, huh?

- Funny, I don't remember
ever accusing you, Mr. Evans.

- Billy. Just Billy.

Let's just get the
meeting set up.

- Yeah, I can do that.

I'll let you know.

One more thing.

You know what those are?

- Come on, Paul.

We just talked
about not insulting

each other's intelligence.

If those were planted
in the hospital,

someone had a pretty
damn good idea

of what was goin' on in there.

And if this was an inside job,

could be a more expensive
problem for your client.

- Funny, I don't remember
ever mentioning the hospital.

- You didn't have to.

Wendy, meet Paul Drake.

He works for the
insurance company that
covers the hospital.

- Hi.
- Nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- I'll be waiting to
hear from you, Paul.

- Yeah.

You got your hands
full. Big time.

- Billy,
where you been, man?

- Sorry, man.

- Remember Rollie Barnes?

- Hey.
- Good to see you again.

I'm sorry under
these circumstances.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

- Thank you. I appreciate that.

- Yeah, of course, my man.

- And this is Rollie's
attorney, Ethan Boggs.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Boggs.

- And you, Mr. Evans.

I, too, would like to
offer my condolences.

- It's a terrible tragedy.

- Ethan's been
doing some good work for us

and I want him to represent you

in the case with the insurance-

- Oh hey, thanks, Jacko,

but I'm actually meeting
with a lawyer from San Diego

a friend referred me to.

- No, no, no.

Ethan's part of our
team, all right?

You don't need some lawyer
who's gonna be more loyal

to the insurance company
than he is to us.

Right, Ethan?

- That's right, Mr. Stern.

- Then it's settled, all right?

Why don't you two go
spend some time together

and start prepping
for the meeting.

- Are you fuckin' crazy?

You realize you could
get us both killed here?

- Do you think I had
a choice in this?

Why are you so surprised?

You remember how you met
me in the first place?

- Didn't I pay you enough
money to cut the cord

with these guys?

Wasn't that our deal?

- Evidently not!

Rollie had different plans.

- Isn't this just
fuckin' perfect?

- Actually, it
may not be so bad.

Jacko's not all wrong.

A new lawyer, a new firm,

they could start digging
in the wrong places.

At least between me and you,
we know there's no more lies.

I think.

We just gotta make sure
that we're on the same page,

not doing anything stupid.

You hearing me?

- Yeah. That sorta makes sense.

- Yes.

- In fact, this
is goddamn serendipitous.

- Sit up and wipe that
goddamn smile off your face.

Rollie's got a nose
like a bloodhound.

If he suspects, smells any
shit between the two of us,

he's gonna be halfway
up both our asses.

- All right.

- So let's go over strategy
for the meeting tomorrow,

what we're going for.

What time exactly
was the baby born?

To the minute.

- Del, I'm pretty sure
we're about to bear witness

to some very interesting shit.

- Mr. Boggs.

Am I to assume

you'll be representing Mr.
Evans' interest on your own?

- You assume correctly.

For better or worse, I'm it.

Have a seat, Billy.

- Listen, before we begin, I'd
just like to say to Mr. Evans

that everyone in this
room is deeply saddened

by what you and your
wife had to go through.

- I think it's fair
to say that we'd all

like to avoid litigation.

No one wins and it takes
a tremendous emotional-

- Could we just
get to the offer?

What is the company
ready to offer?

- We are prepared to offer
your client $1.5 million

in exchange for his
agreement to release us

from any and all future claims.

- Well, unfortunately,

Mr. Evans and I had a
different number in mind.

- Go on.

- I'm gonna have to
refer to my notes here.

On July 14th, Mr. and
Mrs. Evans were parents

for the first time.

From 10 minutes before
9 a.m. until, well,

apparently sometime
around midnight,

they were able to enjoy
holding their newborn baby

in their arms, feeding
him, watching him sleep.

15 hours.

We want $4 million.

For every hour that baby
Robert was with them!

- That's $60 million.

- Okay, you got it. 60 million.

- Okay, you're insane.

All right, we'll hire
the best litigators.

I mean, that's-
- Walter, please.

Mr. Boggs, we realize what
an emotionally charged issue

we're dealing with here.

- I doubt that.

- But let's be fair.

- Fair?

You've gotta be kidding.

After all we've been through!

I'm sorry.

- Let me be very,
very clear, okay?

I have police reports,
testimony from eyewitnesses,

I got lab reports all
describing in great detail

the fact that the level of
your poorly run hospital,

inept, unsecure, and
negligent to a degree

that's almost
incompre-fuckin'-hensible.

You failed to protect
a newborn baby!

And as a result of that,

destroyed two,
probably three, lives.

Yeah.

You wanna go to trial?

Well, let's go to trial.

I will parade Mr. and Mrs.
Evans on every news site

and social media platform
from here to Beijing.

I'm gonna turn this case

into an international
fucking scandal

and then shove it
up your asshole!

Gimme weeks, gimme
weeks of bad publicity

every day in that courtroom.

Give it to me.

And I'll own your
fuckin' company!

$60 million, gentlemen.
Not a penny less.

And it all goes away.

Monday at noon. Billy.

- That was unbelievable.

You were amazing.

Those fuckin' guys
never saw it comin'.

You think they'll pay?

- I know they will.

- This is exactly
what I'm talkin' about.

$60 million.

- 50.

- What?

Upstairs you just said-

- You're gonna pay me 10.

- 10?

Why the fuck would I do that?

- Because if you don't, I'm
gonna run straight to Jacko

and tell him everything.

- You're crazy. It'll be
your word against mine.

- You're right. But
here's your problem.

I'm trapped.

If he believes you and kills me,

no one'll give a
shit, including me.

But if he believes me,

and Jacko's one
smart son of a bitch,

then you lose everything.

Now come on, let's
get outta here.

- Fuck me.

- The other day I woke
up from our nap time.

I dreamt that we'd
given Joseph back

to his biological parents
and I became violently ill

and I was vomiting and
I couldn't breathe.

And I thought, I imagined
that I'd die without him.

I've never known the type of
love that I feel for that boy.

My heart rises and falls
with his every breath.

And then I hold him
and I smell him,

and I just wanna cry.

When I think about the news
reports and what they said,

that she had a
nervous breakdown.

What kind of father would do

what that man did to
his son, to his wife?

I grieve for her, I do,

but we will not put
our son in their hands.

So we have to go now, Jacob.

We can't wait. Do
you understand me?

- Yeah, gimme the news desk.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You gonna ask me in?

- Yeah, I don't know.

Would you ask you
in if you were me?

- Wow.

Not a whole lot for
an ex-military officer

turned fancy-ass
insurance investigator.

- I don't need a whole lot.

You want a drink?

- This early in the
afternoon? Absolutely.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Good choice.

- Thank you.

- So is it true?

- Is what true?

- Come on, Drake.
The 60 million.

Is that what Billy got?

- I think it's fair for you
to assume that it's true.

- Fuckin' asshole.

That's what he always wanted.

He did this, didn't he?

- At this point,
it's just my opinion.

Can't prove anything
without finding the baby.

Do you remember if
you guys brought

a black duffel bag
into the hospital?

- Why?

- Because a nurse
remembered a black bag

just before the
baby disappeared.

But it wasn't there after.

- Maybe I can help?

- You really
are a tough guy.

I like it.

- Yeah, if I was
such a tough guy,

I might have a few less scars.

- Good point.

How do you know about Billy?

- I don't know.

You know, sometimes you
just look in a person's eyes

and you get a feeling.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, his are like curtains.

Hides everything.

- He may honestly care about her

in some sick and twisted way,

but really he just
thinks about himself.

Thinks no rules apply to him

and that he can get
away with anything.

- It's a little psychotic.

- Oh, a little.

No, he's completely nuts.

And he can be dangerous.

- Well, so can I.

You like dangerous?

- I like it now.

Show me how
dangerous you can be.

Yeah?

- Mr. Evans?

- Who's this?

- My name
is Jacob Glass.

I'm the man who's raising
your child as my son.

- I see. What can I
do for you, Mr. Glass?

Or should I say, how much
is this gonna cost me?

- Just enough to get by,

provide for my boy
and this family,

someday when I'm gone.

$1 million.

Probably more

than what I need, but
from the sound of it,

it's a lot less
than what you got.

- How would you like to do this?

- You know the big
parking lot at Camp Inspire,

the bridge?

- As a matter of fact, I do.

- Midnight tonight.

You should just pack
what the three of us

will need for a couple of days,

and then we'll drive
south across the border

and we'll start a new life,
Sarah, you, Joseph, and me.

- Why won't you tell
me where you're going?

I'm afraid, Jakey.

We should just go now
and not take any chances.

- No, no, no.

There's nothing to be
scared about, okay?

This is just, it's just
somethin' I gotta do.

Just be ready. Okay?

- How do I know this won't
become a habit, Mr. Glass?

- I don't understand
what you did.

And I'm not sorry
that you did it

because now I've got a
chance to make the family

that my wife and me
have always wanted.

This ain't about
more money, man.

It just ain't.

That's what a
million looks like.

Little bit of a letdown,
you wanna know the truth.

- I don't expect to ever
hear from you again.

- You ain't gotta
worry about that.

We're done, Mr. Evans. Done.

- I'm sorry. I was gonna
let you go, really,

but I just couldn't.

It's a million dollars
for shit's sake.

- So how can you be so sure
that it had to do with the baby?

- This wasn't the type of guy

that Billy normally
does business with.

But the payoff, it
wasn't about business.

It was personal.

No, it was definitely
about your nephew.

- So why are you telling
me and not the police?

- Well, if I turn him in,

your sister loses out
on all that money.

- But Drake ,
you'd be a hero.

- Oh.

- Retrieving all that
fortune for your big company.

They'd write epic
poems about you.

- I don't give a shit
about those assholes.

They already got
too much already.

Plus they look down on people.

You know, where I come from?

I think
I get kind of a rise

thinkin' about them
handing over all that cash

to your sister and you.

The only thing is,

what are we gonna do
about your brother-in-law?

- I think I have
an idea about that.

- Yeah. Thought you might.

- Kansas City plus,
given seven, 500.

- Given seven, 500.

- Yeah, that's right, and...

- 500, seven.

- It's about fuckin'
time you got here, Boggs.

We got a shitload of work to do.

Where the fuck have you been?

- I've been making
preparations. To leave.

- Leave? Leave where?

What the fuck are
you talkin' about?

- I'm out, Rollie.
I done my time.

I've done everything
you asked me to do.

It's time for me to move on.

- Can you believe this
fuckin' guy?

We already had this
conversation, Ethan.

- You gotta let me go, Rollie.

- There is no out.

There is dead, but
there is no out.

- I'm prepared to
further compensate you.

No strings attached.

- What do you
propose, Counselor?

- It's 200,000 large.

You gotta let me go, Rollie.

- Wow.

That is some major coin,

and it's more than enough
to buy yourself a free pass

to the promised land.

Except for one fuckin' thing.

- What's that?

- Guys like me are just
naturally curious about shit.

- It's $200,000.

- Like how does a weak fuck
like you who still drinks

and gambles too much
come by all that cash?

Unless it has something
to do with Jacko's friend.

Or should I say your friend?

Yeah, your expression
tells me everything.

Yeah, the former adoption lawyer

and the sick fuck who
was obviously involved

in peddling his own kid.

I mean, who the fuck
couldn't see that shit?

What a fuckin' scumbag.

- That's a really
interesting theory, Rollie.

But you have to prove it.

- Who the fuck needs proof?

I'm not talkin' about
turning you into the cops.

I'm talkin' about
putting a bullet

in the back of your
head, ya fuckin' moron.

So as much as I would
like to keep your money,

why don't you hold onto
it for the time being-

- Rollie.

- And continue to do as
you are fuckin' told.

- Rollie, you should let me go.

- In the meantime, I think
Del should take you out back

for a much-needed
attitude adjustment.

- I'm not gonna let
him hurt me again.

- But I have enjoyed watching
our esteemed colleague

try to grow a pair of testicles.

- I've always had balls.

I just haven't seen
'em in a while.

- Here you go, honey.

- Thanks.

- You know, I was thinking,

maybe we should go
away for a while.

Put some distance between
this place and us.

You remember when we used to
talk about living in France?

- I remember, yeah.

- I think we should do it.

Sell this place. Start
a whole new life.

I think it'll be good for you.

- I don't know, babe, it's...

Maybe.

- Like I said in high school,
we're swans, you and me.

We're mated for life.

Okay. I have
to go out for a while.

Talk about it more
when I get back, okay?

- Okay.

- Oh, it's the richest
man in the canyon.

- Not even close, Vic.

- From where I'm sittin'.

- Yeah, so how's Barbara?

- Day to day, but
better. Thanks.

- Yeah, that's nice.
- How are you, buddy?

You look good. Real good.

Hey, sit down. Let's talk.

- Uh-oh. Sounds serious.

All right, let's talk.

- When we started doing
business together,

what was the one rule I told
you could never be broken?

- I don't know, what is
this a quiz?

- No. This is serious.

What did I say?

- I don't remember.
Come on, man.

Jacko, what the
hell are you doin'?

- That there would
be no surprises,

that I wouldn't hear
shit from anyone but you,

and that whatever you
do, we do together.

You remember that?

- Yeah. Yeah!

Yeah, so what's the
problem?

- I want you to tell me, Billy.

I don't wanna say it.

This is how this works.

You tell me.

- There's nothin' to tell.

I swear there's no surprise.

No, no, no!

- Gimme that fuckin' arm.

Motherfucker.

- Wendy?

- Look at me. Look at me.

Now tell me about the baby.

- No. Jacko, please.

Don't. No, don't, don't.

You're my brothers,
all of you. Please.

- Just tell me,
Billy. Just tell me.

- It was Boggs.

He handled the whole
thing. It was his idea.

- Oh, okay. It was Boggs.

It was his idea.

Hey, shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's okay. It's almost over.

Just tell me one thing, okay.

Who took the baby
outta Barbara's room?

Come on. Just tell me.

- No. No.

- It's okay.

Come on, come on. Shh.

Tell me. Just tell me.

Who took the baby?

Hmm? Hmm?

- I did.

- I know.

- I did.
- I know you did.

- Oh God.

- This is the closest to
God you're ever gonna get.

- Oh God.

- Just like brothers.

- Die, motherfucker.

- We call him Joseph and
he's a fine, fine boy.

And he's a sweet baby
and he is a good eater.

And he almost sleeps
through the night.

And when you hold him tight,
he'll make your heart ache

with more love than you've
ever felt in your life.

- We'll keep his name.

I want you to be a
part of Joseph's life.

- I'd like that.

- Awesome.

- Oh wait, I've seen this movie.

- It's amazing how she convinced
everyone she was innocent

and not the monster
behind the killings.

- Zach! Zach!

You need to go.

- Gracias.

- Hi, baby.

- Hi, Kara.

Can you believe
there was once a time

where I could only dream

of being with a woman
as beautiful as you?

Mm.

How long have we
known each other?

One month? Two months?

- Five days.

- Five days.

You know, I was thinkin', why
don't we skip the whole part

about, you know,
meeting your parents.

Just jump right to
poppin' out kids.

- Oh, you got big plans.

- Yeah.

- You make me laugh.

It's one of the things
I like about you.

Can I refill your glass?

- Thank you. Oh.

- Don't miss me.

- Terribly.

You know where to find me.

That was quick,
sweetie. Thank you.

- I see you're still
drinkin' scotch, Counselor.

It took me a long
fuckin' time to find you.