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Previously, on Wild Cards.

- So, do I get a shirt? - No, you see Ellis here isn't exactly a team player.

- So why'd you get kicked off your desk?

- I'm a cop. You're a criminal. That's all we need to know about each other.

- I'm giving it to Simmons and Yates.

- No, the commissioner didn't ask for Simmons and Yates. She asked for US.

- You guys are making this entire station look like a circus.

- Thanks for having my back. - I got you.

- Woo! Stoked to be back! West coast best coast.

Out of the water! Now! Go!

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water.

- Oh, it's okay, she's with me.

- See? This is why I need a badge.

- You do not need a badge.

- Well, if I had a badge that wouldn't keep happening.

Hey, what do we got?

- Oh, Max, Robin. Robin, Max.

Robin's our pathologist. They're the best in the biz'.

- Pleasure to meet one of the team. Minus the dead body part.

- Really the only time that we would ever meet.

Are you a detective?

- A badge would really help out with that, right?

I'm his partner. - She's a consultant.

What do we got?

Two gunshot wounds to the chest.

No contact wounds, no exit wounds.

- How long has he been in the water?

Say, five hours, ish?

- I've always wondered, how can you tell that?

- Well, I look at the vascular marbling.

You can see the discoloration of the skin and the soft tissue.

- You're like a psychic for dead bodies.

- Yeah. Or... a pathologist.

Okay, so, if the gunshots went off at 12:05,

high tide's 12:15...

My guess is the tide took him out

and then brought him back in.

- Sounds about right.

What are you looking at?

- These are wetsuit tan lines.

- Yeah, and there's something on his fingertips.

- Looks like board wax. We'll need to confirm that though.

He was probably a surfer.

- See? We're already finishing each other's sentences.

The mind meld has begun.

- Oh yeah?

- Are you kidding me? What the hell are they doing here?

- All hands on deck.

It's summer and the mayor needs the beach reopened asap.

- No matter how many people get eaten by sharks.

So who's running point?

- I'll let you know. We still need to ID the Vic.

They're from the live stream.

Yates , simmmons, start with them.

- We're on it.

- If they try their usual my way or the highway crap,

these guys are going to close ranks, we'll get nothing.

- All right. Why don't you let the detectives

who weren't demoted do their job?

- Sir, surfers are like a tight knit tribe. They hate cops.

Simmons and Yates are going to blow this for US.

- Did you hear me give an order? I didn't ask for your opinion.

- Yes sir.

- Name was koa. - Koa? Has he got a last name?

- Don't know.

- How long have you known him? - Don't remember.

- Know anyone that might want to kill him?

- No.

- Okay. If you guys don't start cooperating

we're going to drag you down to the station.

- We're answering your questions.

- And I'm recording all of this.

You know, to show how cooperative we're being.

You still want to take US in?

- They're striking out. - They're doing their job.

- They're following a script.

You can't do the same act with everyone.

Where's the artistry? Where's the inspiration?

Where's the element of surprise?

- Wait, is that...? - Ellis?

Oh my god!

What's Johnny Utah playing at?

- Identifying with the Mark. Inspired choice.

Maybe I am rubbing off on him. - That's what I'm afraid of.

- Bad news. This is our beach.

- Pretty sure it's everybody's beach.

- You ride here again, and we're going to have a problem.

- Oh yeah? Is that what happened to the dead guy?

Did you have a problem with him too?

- Don't talk about our friend.

- I don't want to talk about anything but you guys seem to be

really enjoying this conversation.

You gonna move?

Or do you want to throw down in front of these cops?

What?

Grab my arm. Grab my arm, hard.

- What? - Hey, get the hell off me, man!

- What're you doing? - Hit me. Come on.

- You're going crazy, you know that?

Whoa!

What the hell is he doing?

- There's that element of surprise.

Back off, man, I don't know anything, okay?

Arrest me. Come on.

- Yeah. I'm going to enjoy this.

- You lost your damn mind? Come on.

- I'm so proud of you I could just burst.

The two of you, the chemistry, it was like watching a tango.

- I should've benched you. - What was that?

- You heard me. I should've benched you

after you decided to hang ten instead of doing your job.

- I was doing my job.

- Punching Simmons bought him a ton of street cred.

- Yeah, see, that's why we're not partners anymore.

- Wait, hold the presses, you two were partners?

How did I not know about this?

- Just focus on the present, okay?

Cole Barnes. Our victim. 34, no fixed address.

Australian citizen.

Got an outstanding bench warrant from here in town

this time last year.

- Yeah. Locals say these guys travel the world chasing waves.

They roll into town once a year, stir things up, then take off.

Like carnies with better abs.

- The guy koa roughed up. Maybe he came back and pop him.

- All right. Yates , Simmons, go pick him up.

- What about me? - What about US?

Now I know why Simmons has beef with you.

- Put me in under cover, sir. I'll get in tight with them.

- No way. - Then somebody else is gonna die.

Cause those surfers were live streaming when koa was killed.

And none of them reported him missing.

- He's right. I know a lot of nomads with a hate-on for cops.

When they find out what happened to koa,

they're gonna handle it themselves.

- You observe and report.

And don't make a move without telling me.

- So you listen to her but not me. Nice.

- Okay. I'm going to ignore that because I'm a good person,

and officially your handler.

- I don't need a handler. Okay? Thank you.

- Okay, Donnie brasco. We've got work to do.

Have you been under cover before?

- Yeah, of course. - So why's li so hard on you?

- It's a long story. Let's move on.

- Okay. So what's your under cover name?

- Declan. - Ew! What? No!

Okay, let me think...

Jesse. Yep. I buy you as a Jesse.

- Okay, so why'd you pick up surfing?

- I'm sure I'll think of something.

- When pulling a con you don't lie.

You just tell a slightly different version of the truth.

Okay? Now let's try this again. Why'd you pick up surfing?

- Well, my brother was ten years younger than me.

I had to watch him a lot.

One day we were watching this cheesy surfer movie on TV,

and as soon as he saw it he just knew he had to surf.

- And keep going.

- My dad couldn't really swim,

and he was too little to go in the water by himself.

So I took him.

We ended up learning how to surf together.

Kind of became our thing.

- And that's your story.

So what's your next move?

- Right. Uh... well, get them to trust me.

- Ugh, Ellis, baiting a Mark is like dating.

You have to get them to want you. - And how do I do that, huh?

- By being mysterious and hard to get.

- Okay, you're going to take the car, go back to station

and check in with li. Got it? - Got it.

- You have a driver's license right?

- Of course. I have nine.

- Oi!

Saw you hit that cop.

- Those guys keep coming down here trying to intimidate US.

If we let them get away with it, they'll never stop.

- Well, how are you out already? - I got a really good lawyer.

I'll give you her number.

- So why are you out here on your own, then?

- I only surf with my brother.

- Where's he? - He's dead.

- We're having a little send off

on the beach for our brah tonight.

You should come by.

- I'll think about it.

- Boss? Ellis called. He's in with the bruhs.

- Pardon? - The bruhs. The dudes.

The water muppets. He's doing great.

- We'll see about that. I got a budget meeting.

Ellis checks in, tell Simmons. She's your responsibility now.

- What you say we Polish our shields and pull a code seven?

- I already ate.

- So, uh, what's li's dealio?

Why's he so sour on Ellis?

- Stuff happened. - History. I get it.

- No, you don't. You weren't there.

- Put me there. - It's none of your business.

- Come on, i'm working with these guys.

What am I getting myself into?

- Li and Ellis used to be tight. - You're messing with me.

- Ah, he was like Ellis' rabbi. Brought him up to detective.

- So what happened?

- All right. We were working a case, right?

Months of work. Stake outs. Couldn't close it.

Li finally pulls US, Ellis couldn't let it go.

- Dedicated. Sounds like Ellis.

- Nah, more like... obsessed.

Yeah, he went down a dark rabbit hole.

Shut me out. Wasn't acting like himself at all. And then...

... we found drugs in the trunk of his car.

- Do you think they were his? - No.

No, I think he was getting too close to the truth,

and drugs were planted so they could shut him down.

That's what I think. - And what does li think?

- Ellis got demoted, did he not?

- It's a wake, for our boy koa. What's your name, anyway?

Jesse.

- Oi! Everyone! This is Jesse,

and he's the maniac who was punching those cops

who were hassling US.

Somebody get this dude a beer!

- Thanks.

Cheers!

Cheers!

- It's quite the memorial you got going on here.

- Yeah. Still can't believe he's gone.

- Did he have any family? - Yeah. US.

Koa brought this whole circus together.

Picked me up in Australia. Slater in Mexico. J.T. In Maui.

Been chasing the big waves together for years.

- Seems like a pretty tight crew.

- We'll be tighter now.

Koa was a tough guy to please.

- Is that why somebody killed him?

- I dunno. Maybe.

- Hey chilly. Just got word, we gotta roll. Now.

- Where you headed, man? The party's just getting started.

- None of your business. Why's this dude even here?

- Slater, chill! Catch you in the morning? Hit it early.

- Hot surfers with no job and they travel the world?

Even if they are murderers, sign me up.

- They left in a pretty big hurry.

Slater made it seem extra urgent.

Maybe they found koa's killer.

All right. I'm going to go see what they're doing. Stay here.

- You're adorable.

- What are they doing? - You don't listen, do you?

I don't know.

Those aren't their regular surf boards though.

- There you go! Check the goods boys!

All good.

- And those aren't your regular surfer babes with six packs.

- They're drug smugglers.

Are we gonna arrest them? No.

- Those are bricks of cocaine! - Oh, really?

- So you gonna call it in? - No.

- Okay, did you miss the day in cop school

where the kids learn that drug smuggling is illegal?

- Look, I don't think these guys killed koa, all right?

But maybe whoever they're selling drugs to did.

So if we call in narcotics now,

our murder investigation goes out with the tide.

- Bingo.

Maybe you do have a badge in your future.

- Really? - No.

Looks like they're getting ready to roll out.

Let's move.

- We gonna follow them? - Oh, yeah.

We're gonna follow them all right.

- So. When you and Simmons were partners,

you took turns driving?

- I usually drove. He was a pretty nervous driver.

- Hmm. Half the fun of being a cop

is putting a cherry on the roof and gunning it.

- Oh, hey, look, he's turning.

- So what next?

- Well, now we wait for someone to come pick up the drugs.

- Does this qualify as a stake out?

- Yep. And buckle up, cause it could take a while.

- Yes! Finally!

All right.

- You brought pistachios?

- You've seen me pull a wig, a grappling hook,

a pair of four inch heels out of this bag,

but it's the pistachios that surprise you?

- Okay, you've never pulled a grappling hook

out of your bag before.

- Well, now you have something to look forward to.

Actually, I want, I want these ones too.

- Oh, okay.

- This real life detectiving isn't as exciting

as the movies make it out to be.

Okay, so come on.

Now this is usually the part in the movies

where the two cops come together

and share something personal about themselves.

- Well, you're not a cop, and we're not partners, so.

- Why you gotta hurt me like that?

- Fine. Okay, look, if I tell you something personal,

will you shut up? - Absolutely.

- Great. I'm an open book. What do you want to know?

- About a year ago you went off the rails chasing a case

li closed, why?

- Who told you that, Simmons?

- You know what a chatty Cathy he is.

So what happened?

- It's a long story, but...

Chilly's on the move.

He doesn't have the drugs with him.

- He must have left them in the room.

- Yeah, but what the hell has he been doing for the last hour?

- Well. It doesn't take long to raid a mini bar

and refill the bottles with colored water.

Not that I've done that.

So whoever's coming to pick up the bags,

chances are they'll be back later.

All right, i'm going to follow him.

Okay, look, stay here and do not go into that room. Okay?

You see something, just call me.

- Roger, dodger.

So I'm just supposed to wait here?

Boring!

Where did you put the bags?

- You miss me?

- You broke into that room, didn't you?

- I'm wearing gloves and i'm not touching anything, okay?

You taught me well.

- Max, get out of there, okay?

The traffickers could be there any second!

- The duffle bags aren't in here.

- What?

- Nothing. As in the duffle bags are nowhere to be found.

- That's impossible.

Chilly went in with the bags and he left without them.

Chilly's heading back to the beach.

Max?

- There is a connecting door, though.

Maybe that's where chilly met his contact.

- Max, stand down.

Max, get out of there.

- Max? Max!

- I know where the drugs went.

And you didn't get a license plate number?

- It's a fruit trucking company called cranway.

The Van had a busted tail light.

- So you think the homicide is connected

to a drug trafficking ring?

- Could be a motive for koa's murder.

- Maybe he got in too deep? Messed with the wrong sharks.

- I got Simmons and Yates going over cranway's financials,

looks like they might have been trucking more than just fruit.

- Well this sounds like a job for... - Don't.

I'm surprised Memphis didn't tell you, honey.

- They didn't.

Why do we need an efficiency expert?

Is this because of Mr. Trip? He's really messing things up.

- Your new gm?

- When Mr. Hickenlooper retired, I was supposed to get that job.

But head office gave it to this new guy.

- I feel you, honey.

- Here are the paper products statistics for the week.

- Paper products statistic?

- Well, somebody was stealing toilet paper from the bathrooms

until I instituted a fob system.

And put a stop to personal photocopying.

Give these people an inch, they will take a mile.

- Y'all run a tight ship.

I bet you even track every truck and Van.

- Kathy! I told you how I want the invoices

and routing spreadsheets done!

- Mr. Trip, I've been doing this job for 15 years.

Three orders were routed to the wrong vendors

because of your system.

- There are always growing pains to progress.

Everything is moving towards the app.

I want all the employees up to date.

- The app is too complicated!

- The only complication I'm seeing is you, Kathy.

- I'll get right on it, sir.

- My, my. I bet he thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.

- Can you believe when he arrived

I thought he was three spoonfuls of yum?

But I'm sure that app is going to make my job obsolete.

This company would've gone belly up years ago

if it wasn't for me!

- I'm putting all this in my report.

What else can you tell me?

Well, I hate to gossip, but...

I think he does drugs.

- No! Oh, trust me sister,

a change is gonna come.

Mark my words.

- You are exactly what cranway needs.

- Marcy. - Marcy.

How do you feel about coming to office karaoke tonight after work?

It's John Hughes night.

- Ah, dibs on pretty in pink.

Now tell me Kathy, how do you manage the trucks and vans?

- There's not an ounce of gas or a tenth of a mile

that Kathy doesn't make me account for.

That woman is a real stickler for detail.

- Ugh, I know the type.

My aunt Daisy used to count the raisins

she put in her sticky buns.

Twelve raisins per bun, and sticky sweet fun.

I betcha you could tell me

who was driving any Van on any given day.

- If I couldn't, Kathy would fire me.

- Well, how about that old Van right there?

With the busted tail light.

Who was driving it, say, I don't know, last night?

- It was the big cheese himself!

- Mr. Trip? Why would he be driving a Van?

- Ah, who knows with that jerk.

Man's bought a brand new luxury car.

But if he wants to drive one of them vans,

I ain't about to stop him.

- Are you sure about that?

Scott Trip was definitely driving the Van last night.

Oh, and my new best friend tells me that he does drugs.

Plus, he just bought a 300,000 dollar car.

- This guy's like a walking cliché.

- And now, our prime suspect.

He's on his way home.

I bet that's where he stashed the drugs.

- I don't want to let these guys out of my sight.

Maybe I can help...

- No, you stay put this time, okay? I mean it.

I'll take care of it.

- What's up, Ellis? - I got something.

- On the murder? - On the drugs.

But, I think they're related.

Look, I need your help on this one, okay?

- Mr. Trip?

This is detective Simmons, please step out of your car.

Mr. Trip!

- We all here? - Yep. Yep.

- He was shot in the head. Point blank.

Uni's are coming by with the k-9s

to see if they can sniff out some drugs,

but, I doubt it.

- Did you find the casing?

- Yeah. It's not the same bullet that killed the surfer.

- So, two guns, two killers.

- Yeah. And you still think they're related.

- So the surfers were smuggling drugs, koa, their leader

is killed, and then chilly, the number two,

takes over the drug drop.

Chilly drops off the drugs at a motel.

Then a cranway Van sent out by Trip picks the drugs up.

- Yeah, and then chilly takes out Trip. Why?

- Maybe koa pissed off Trip, got greedy.

Made things difficult so Trip killed him.

- Then chilly kills Trip to avenge koa's murder.

These guys really need to get new names.

- Where the hell are you?

- I'm at karaoke night with Kathy.

She just crushed don't forget about me.

I really need to up my game.

What's the plan?

- I'll head back to the cranway office in the morning.

Try to get into Trip's computer.

Look for something linking them to the surfers.

Cranway's financials are clean.

I'll have them run down Trip's personals.

- So what about you, Keanu? - I'm gonna go poke the bear.

- Hey, yo! I'm getting the hell outta here. You guys should too.

- Oh, chill, Jesse.

- I'm not gonna chill, ok? The cops just picked me up again.

They think one of US killed some guy named Trip.

- Who's Trip? - I don't know.

- Why are they trying to pin it on US?

- Something about drugs. I had an alibi so they let me go,

but you guys should really get out of here, I think they're on their way back.

- Who's Trip?

- You should split. I'm gonna get out of here.

- Chilly! What's going on?

- Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Terrible thing, but he's in a better place now!

What are you doing in here?

- Oh, my stars, Kathy! You gave me a fright!

I just came to pay my respects to the dead.

- Oh, you heard?

- Oh, honey, it's all over the news.

What a terrible way to die.

I remember I had an old horse that went lame,

and one day daddy took a shotgun

and put poor old buttercup out of his misery.

When I heard about Mr. Trip,

just brought back so many memories, you know?

- Yes. Very sad.

I brought cake.

- Oh, how thoughtful!

Okay, lets go get some forks and plates.

- I'm in. Guys like Trip always have the most

obvious douche b passwords.

This will take about a minute.

- Look for anything linking Trip to chilly. Or to drugs.

Any personal financial hankiness is also welcomed.

- Hanky. Gotcha.

By the way I was thinking lamb tonight.

- Oh! The little chops with the hats on the bones?

They're called manchettes, darling.

- Okay, I gotta go. Let me know what you find.

Hey bruh, you still tailing chilly?

- Yeah.

- So you're seeing what I'm seeing?

Yep. Just pulling in behind him.

Yeah, why would he come back here?

- Maybe his relationship with cranway didn't end with Trip.

- Look, I got eyes on the inside.

I'm gonna see where he's headed. : Max, don't.

- Later!

- Dammit.

- Come out to the coast,

we'll get together, have a few laughs...

Hey, why did you hang up on me?

- Bad connection. - Why are you whispering?

- I may be in a vent.

- A vent? What?

- Kathy and chilly snuck into a storage room, and it's the only way I could hear them.

Sounds like she's in trouble, is she okay?

- Well, if you could be quiet for two seconds I might actually

be able to hear them.

Jeez, and you call me the chatterbox.

- Okay I don't like this. I'm calling for backup.

- Uhh... yeah, don't bother.

They seem to be doing just fine on their own.

They must've known each other a long time

because nobody gets it that right after the first few times.

- Max, get out of that vent.

- Or what, you're going to arrest me

for being a peeping Tom?

And, now that I think about it that's a really sexist term.

- Max, get out, now! - Shhhh.

- I'm gonna miss that.

But now we both got what we want,

and we'll see each other in a year?

Yeah. You don't understand.

Jesse was serious about the cops.

He says they're on to US! - Who's Jesse?

A guy you just met? Dammit, chilly, he could be a cop!

- No way! Surfer's code.

Still, we should get out of here.

- Any sudden moves and we blow everything.

Our alibi is rock solid!

- You were on the livestream when I shot koa,

and I was at karaoke with the office when you shot Trip!

- Chilly killed Trip and Kathy killed koa!

They did each other's murders.

- Never done anything like that before.

You know? I mean, smuggling drugs is one thing, but,

you know, one second Trip's there in his car.

Then he's dead and I'm holding the gun?

I think I saw brains.

- Trip swept in here and was going to undo everything that I had done.

Koa was controlling and mean!

Your gang was falling apart!

And now, with you as leader,

everyone will get their fair share.

Baby! We gave each other the best gift!

- Okay. I love you, Kathy!

- Oh, and now they're kissing.

It's actually kind of romantic, minus the whole murder part.

- Did you record that?

- No, of course not! I'm on the phone with you!

Ricky's calling, I'll loop him in.

- No, Max, don't!

Ricky, what do you got for US?

- Slipped into the cranway system.

These companies!

Every room has a keycard, and every Van is lojacked,

but they never know how to protect their information!

It's ridiculous. - Okay get on with it.

Okay, the Van from the motel? It was signed out by Trip.

But it was signed out on Kathy's computer.

- And boom goes the dynamite.

- So Kathy made it seem like Trip signed it out,

but really it was Kathy in the Van that night.

Nothing like a little one star motel

to get a five star boom-chicka-boom on.

Oh, hold on a sec.

Simmons?

- Hey, I got your buddy slater over here,

he was boarding a train headed east.

Get this!

I caught him running home to see his folks in Kansas.

- There's no way that kid killed Trip.

- This kid? This kid couldn't kill anybody.

He's in the back seat of my car right now, crying like a baby.

When we nabbed him, he went from hostile

to relieved in a heart beat.

He tried to hug me.

- So, what about the drugs?

- Yeah, they were stuffed in a mattress at the motel.

But that's long gone now. We got a bolo out on the connect.

That West Side gang we've been tracking.

We're gonna hold the kid on a drug charge.

- Thanks Simmons. I owe you.

You bet your ass you do!

- All right, Max. We got everything we need.

Just get out of there safely, okay?

- Yippee-ki-yay, moth--

- Max?

- I don't believe we've met!

Marcy, efficiency expert.

I was just checking the vents. Great circulation.

- Babe, what are you doing? - She heard everything!

- What happens in the sex closet stays in the sex closet!

- Tie her up!

- Kath, this isn't part of the plan! Okay? I can't do this.

I can't do this! - Okay, baby! Baby, look at me.

Look at me. We're so close!

There's just one thing between US and our freedom.

You know what we have to do.

- So, I'm just spit balling here.

How about we go grab some beers, get some nachos,

and talk this whole thing out?

Okay so, I'm guessing no?

- Where do I go?

- Same place we took care of koa.

- Hey, Ricky? Those lojacked vans?

I need you to track the one that just left the office.

- On it. Sending info to your phone now.

- What now, Ellis? - Hey! I need your help.

- Untie her. - Why?

- Just do it. Now.

Thank you.

- Walk with me, Marcy.

Now, since this has to look like a suicide,

we're going to ask you to

go ahead and jump.

- Okay, I have a feeling you still want me

to do the whole jumping thing.

- You might survive the fall.

You sure as hell won't survive a bullet to the head.

- Listen. I've been on your side of the law more times

than you can guess.

Theft, fraud, forgery.

I don't mean to brag, but, I have an impressive resume.

I have access to a passport gal, contacts at the airport.

You could be in Lisbon by five pm tomorrow!

- Portugal has great waves, babe! - Jump already!

- Okay. I see I'm not gonna change y'alls mind.

But to pull off a suicide,

you're going to need a suicide note.

- Actually, that's a great idea.

- And it's going to have to sound like me or the cops won't believe it.

- Just tell US what you want it to say. We'll write it for you.

- Mmm. Choosing last words. It can be a lot, you know?

It's gotta be something poignant, yet truthful.

But if I had to choose right now...

- Three!... two!

- It would definitely be-- - police! On the ground!

- Jesse? What the hell!

- You're under arrest, chilly. I'm a cop.

- I can't believe you lied to me.

- Get up.

- You idiot! All you had to do was shut up and leave town!

- Love you, Kath.

- You're the one that sprung for the afternoon delight, Kathy.

This one's kind of on you.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- Simmons! Thanks.

- Good work. - You too.

- Except for the part where your partner almost died.

- Speaking of which, I got a report I need to finish.

- Hey boss, can we talk?

- Are we not knocking anymore?

- Well, if you're gonna sit, sit.

- Don't put this on Ellis. It was my fault.

- You're a civilian. I don't expect anything from you.

He's a senior officer, he knows better.

- You said you needed people you can count on.

You can count on Ellis, he's a good cop.

- You've been here three weeks. You think you know so much?

I know Ellis is a good cop.

- Well then you know the drugs in his car weren't his.

- What is this all about?

- I'm just trying to figure out what happened.

- Close the door.

Ellis hasn't dealt with his brother's murder.

He couldn't solve the case and it started eating him up.

He lost all perspective.

I couldn't count on him to make rational decisions

or take orders.

I still don't know if I can.

- So you demoted him.

- It's their job to protect the people of this city.

And it's my job to protect them.

I know Ellis resented my decision.

But I'm okay with that.

Next time, knock please.

- Hey! I don't remember inviting you for dinner.

- Marc invited me. Didn't you, Marc?

All right. I got Ronny's eggrolls for US,

and chicken of the sea for him.

- Did you come here to talk?

- Because I brought Chinese food?

- No, because you almost died today, Max.

Look, I've been there. Many times. It's tough.

- Well, that was then. This is now.

- So you just brush everything off, is that it?

- I never wallow.

I just move on.

Anything you need to talk about? - About today?

- Or earlier.

- No. No, I'm good.

- Okay, well just know

if there's anything you need to talk about--

- oh, please. You'd never let me get a word in edge wise.

Here you go.

- That was neat.

- Yeah, I bartended a few summers.

- Hmm. Just a kid with big city ambition

whipping up cocktails and dreams for the ladies?

- Ah, it was a dive bar. It was mostly ex cons and bikers.

- Mmm, that sounds more like you.

But I like the parallel universe Ellis

who's spinning bottles and shaking his stuff for tips.

- Shaking his stuff? - Yeah! Working it baby!

You know, the running man, the electric slide, the wobble.

- Oh, no, no, no. No, I don't dance.

- Oh, we're going to change that.

- No, we're not. - Yes we are! Okay, get up!

- Sit down. - Get on up!

- I'm not getting up! - Don't be shy.

Marc's not even looking. - What?

Okay? Here we go.

It's like this.

Marc likes it.

Easy.

This one's really trendy too right now.

♪ Nobody can tell me, this love ain't for real ♪

♪ now babe there ain't no doubt about it ♪

♪ your love is so good to me... ♪♪