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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.