♪ Oh, my God, please help me ♪
♪ Knee-deep in the river trying to get clean ♪
♪ He says wash your hands, get out the stains ♪
♪ But you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay ♪
♪ Yeah, you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay, saying ♪
♪ Oh, my God, please help me ♪
♪ Neck-deep in the river screaming for relief ♪
♪ He says, it's mine to give but it's yours to choose ♪
♪ You're gonna sink or swim, you're gonna learn the truth ♪
♪ No matter what do, you're gonna learn the truth, saying ♪
♪ Ate the bread that once was stones ♪
♪ Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone ♪
♪ Bowed down to get the kings overthrown ♪
♪ And I'm all alone and the fire grows ♪
[cigarette hisses]
♪♪ [classical piano]
[keyboarding]
[sigh]
Ohh.
♪♪ [piano continues]
[beep, music stops]
Time to go, Donald.
You know how I feel about travel.
I hope you find the trip worth it.
Well, if I'm going to be handling the case,
I think I'm entitled to a few answers.
I'm sure you do feel entitled.
Everyone else seems to nowadays.
[beep]
All right.
I can't promise you anything.
But it'll help, right?
Maybe, but I don't want you suing me
if it doesn't work.
All right, just give me the fucking waiver.
Here we go.
So we're clear, my recommendation is
uvulopalatopharyngoplasty.
But it's not a cure.
You'll still have the apnea, ablation.
It'll just open you up a little bit.
Okay, just so you know, you're not putting me under.
Just do whatever a dentist does.
I want to be awake for this shit, you know?
Let me ask you something.
If a guy was talking to you about suicide
when you were working on him or whatever,
would you put that in your file?
Are you thinking of suicide?
Why would I think of suicide?
Have you taken a look at yourself?
No. I'm not committing suicide.
It's for a case that I'm working on.
Okay. Yeah. I'd put it in my file
along with a note saying you should go see a shrink
and get on Zoloft.
Come on. While we're young.
Don't give me that look, Leonard.
This is your big chance.
Go in there and show everybody
what you're capable of.
You're not staying?
Not my department, son.
Now, lying to other lawyers?
That's your job.
You should have told me what was going on, Wendell--
why we couldn't settle.
Hey, I shouldn't have had to tell you.
Cooperman told you.
Just answer all of her questions.
[engine starts]
Leonard: Collateral damage.
Dead civilians.
I saw it myself when I served over there.
Every time we killed a kid,
we turned a hundred of them against us.
Ryan Larson was working
to stop this sort of thing from happening.
Turn it off, please.
Why are you showing me this?
Why do you even have this?
Do you know how bad this would look to a jury?
That you collect this battlefield porn?
It's R&D.
It is standard industry practice
to maintain a library of all products in use
and negligent not to.
Ryan studied these to help figure out
how to save innocent lives.
Really? With a new weapons system?
The weapons are fine.
The problem is getting them on site.
By the time we know where the bad guys are
and get all the necessary approvals
to fire the missiles,
the bad guys have left the building.
Justice delayed.
Exactly. And Ryan was developing
a new fuel system to cut down delay,
get the bombs there faster.
So he was testing military grade fuel
on the boat.
That's what you're telling me?
Because if that's true, you're fucked.
Open sea testing is illegal.
He was not doing tests.
The only reason he was out there was suicide.
Work stress, marriage issues.
The man was unstable,
and he used the fuel he was testing to kill himself.
Then why not tell McBride and the widow all this?
We never got federal approval
to test the fuel.
[sigh]
The Pentagon has been hammering us
to fix the delay issue,
but if we followed their rules,
it would take us ten years before we got to market.
And by then we might have lost the contract.
Better to beg for forgiveness
than ask for commission.
We're DOD contractors.
By law we're required
to report all legal settlements to the Pentagon,
which means admitting we broke the law.
They would shut down our fuel research,
or the Department of Energy would.
So why the fuck were you trying to settle in chambers?
As all this happened before I started here,
I didn't know anything
about what Ryan was working on
until today.
[scoff] You're general counsel.
Leonard didn't need to know
because I knew.
Maybe next time,
you'll heed my advice.
Talk about sandbagged.
I almost felt sorry for him.
Don't.
Corporations keep general counsels
in order to have someone to blame
if things go badly.
Leonard is a highly paid scapegoat.
Are you satisfied?
Have all your questions been answered,
all your doubts assuaged?
Don't get mad at me
for wanting to know the facts of my own case.
That's my job. It's why you pay me.
Doesn't answer my question.
I'm not sure.
As you said, it's not unusual
for big corporations to keep things from their lawyers.
Obviously, Leonard was upset...
humiliated.
So I guess I'm partially satisfied.
[scoff] Partially.
Come home with me.
I want to fuck you.
I think I'm entitled.
You're not entitled to shit.
You never were.
Oh, good.
Good. Smoking after surgery. That's smart.
I didn't have the surgery.
He cranked up that fucking machine
and scared the shit out of me,
- and I chickened out. - Whatever.
I got the-- I got the prosecutor
to knock down your DUI
to a misdemeanor and impaired driving.
And, uh, and they're going to drop
the resisting arrest, too, so--
I'm not going to plead guilty.
Yes, you are, man.
I'm done.
You want to risk going to jail
to prove something that you can't ever prove.
And then what?
What, you're going to leave me
holding a big bag of shit from the Larson case?
I said I'm not fucking pleading guilty.
I already told you that before, okay?
- Okay. - God damn it.
- What the fuck? - [honk]
You do one good thing.
You get us past summary judgment,
and you convince the judge that we have a case.
And that's great.
But then you turn around,
and you immediately fuck it up.
I mean, what is that? Why? Why do you do that?
Could we please fucking go?
Could you start the fucking car?
$500,000!
Do you know how much money that is?
Do you understand that?
And you turn it down
without even asking the client,
without even asking me.
It's my case.
I brought you on to settle this,
not to drag it out for some personal agenda.
And for what?
You want to what, prove something to Cooperman?
You want to prove something to yourself.
It doesn't matter!
Nobody cares!
And it doesn't fucking matter
because, at the end of the day,
they're big and we're little.
And they're going to kill us,
and I am terrified.
I am terrified, do you understand that?
[honk]
How did you know I needed you tonight?
Are you a fucking psychic?
[whimpering]
A little cold out tonight, baby?
All right. Come on.
Just don't make a habit out of it, though.
She was due in court at that time--
- Ahem. - Let me check.
She does have an opening in--
What the fuck?
Callie.
Sorry. Donald asked us to make sure
- that the discovery-- - Donald?
You're on a first name basis with Mr. Cooperman now?
No.
Fuck off.
Sorry.
I don't know who you think you are,
but you don't come in my office without my permission.
But there's a discovery hearing
- later this afternoon, and-- - Get out.
A lot of--
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to overstep my bounds.
I just--
- Get out! - Sorry.
[line ringing]
Donald Cooperman's office.
Let me speak to Donald.
He's not in.
Fuck you. He's always in.
Put him on, Nicole.
He's not in.
[click]
Therefore, I must by law
allow this lawsuit to proceed.
Mr. McBride has filed for
a number of discovery requests
and moved for an expedited discovery schedule.
Well, obviously, we'll need a few months
to comply with those requests.
No, you don't.
A client like Borns Tech
has most files online already.
We don't, actually.
And the ones that aren't are in a warehouse.
But that's okay.
They got a system.
I know. I designed it.
They put the files on a plane to India,
where they got a bunch of guys--
or kids, for all I know--
scanning each piece of paper
through hundreds of machines
24 hours a day seven days a week.
What used to take about two years for discovery
takes them about a week now.
They can scan millions of documents in a few seconds.
We can't do that.
We don't have the people or the computers
or their algorithms.
We got sweat labor.
Fine. We'll agree
to the expedited discovery process.
We don't want this case delayed.
We'll deliver the discovery to them next week.
In return, I ask that Mr. McBride
names his anonymous whistle blower
so that we can investigate who it is
and schedule his deposition.
- No. - Excuse me?
Well, since our initial client Rachel Kennedy was killed,
we're afraid that our witnesses may be in danger.
Objection. It is slander to suggest
that a corporation such as Borns Technology
could have been involved in Rachel Kennedy's death,
and I ask that Mr. McBride be sanctioned.
By the way, allegations in court are not slander.
Say them outside the courtroom, and they will be.
And we will not hesitate to sue.
- [chuckling] Ohh. - Judge: Okay.
Mr. McBride, you got a choice:
to name all your eyewitnesses
or back up your allegations of danger.
Fine, as long as the court's on notice
and they're on notice not to do anything to our people.
Notice of what?
What-- What exactly is he implying?
Or doesn't he have the balls to say it?
Hoo hoo hoo!
Judge: Hey. Hey, you.
Sit down.
Now.
You want to explain that?
I just thought that Mr. McBride was out of--
was out of line and that I should call him on it.
You back-doored me to Cooperman.
N-No.
Not-- It's--
Spit it out.
Fine. He emailed me last night,
and he told me--
that if Mr. McBride
brought up Rachel Kennedy, I should hit back with--
He told you to speak?
Really?
Yeah.
He did.
I'm sorry. Didn't you get the email, too?
Huh.
That's odd, isn't it?
So other than the Charger tickets,
did you guys have anything else planned to do?
Everything.
ComicCon, fishing,
he was teaching me to play golf.
He ever seem depressed to you?
No.
Honey--
No. I'm sorry, Mrs. Larson.
You can be here, but you can't really talk.
I'm sorry. That's--
Dad wasn't depressed with me, Mom.
You guys fought, but Dad and I were fine.
In fact, most of the time, he was really happy.
Did he ever talk about his work with you?
Not much. Just that...
he didn't like the project he was on.
Did he say why?
Just that, whatever it was, it was taking too long.
That's enough for today.
Come on. Come in.
Come inside.
I'm sure Rachel never mentioned it,
but I found this in Ryan's desk after he died.
Go ahead. You can--
You can read it.
That's my husband's suicide note.
Fuck me.
This is going to bury us.
Not necessarily.
Look, she found the letter after he died.
If she'd found it before he died,
then he could have just come across
as a guy who's pissed off about work
and he's blowing off steam,
not like some guy who's going to blow himself up.
Sometimes people want to cover their ass.
They want to get something in the file
that says that they're against
whatever bad shit the company's up to.
Well, in any case, we're going to have to prove
that this isn't a suicide letter.
Oh, I got some leads on that.
You did well at the hearing.
I'm glad to hear you say that.
I was starting to think you'd lost faith in me
for some reason.
Why would you think that?
I don't know.
Free-floating anxiety.
It wasn't because I reached out to Lucy Kittridge, was it?
Why did you?
She's aggressive,
hungry, young.
All things you...used to be.
There's no need to test me, Donald.
You're right.
You're still hungry and aggressive.
Experience has made you wise.
And curious.
I hope that it has.
You're so curious about Ryan Larson
that you made me watch Leonard Letts' dog and pony show.
The young are not wise enough
to be curious,
- ask questions. - Mm.
Is that the reason for Lucy?
You want someone you can keep in the dark?
I do like the dark.
Billy will turn this into David and Goliath.
Solo practitioner fighting for justice
against the big giant law firm and a weapons manufacturer.
Lucy is an innocent little girl.
A small, delicate little flower.
Lucy Kittridge is now first chair
on the Borns Tech case.
You cannot be serious.
She's a kid.
Fuck.
How long is this going to take?
Go ahead. Go ahead. Ask me another question.
Patty: All right, Ned. Tell me again
what exactly did Ryan Larson do?
I already told you I didn't know him very well,
although I did know that Ryan's team worked
in an entirely different department
and that they were... smart but not super-smart.
They all wanted to be rocket men like me,
but they didn't have it.
Hmm. It?
I'm not sure that you'd understand.
An engineering pedigree.
- Mm. - Strong math background,
creator gene, and something that's...
ineffable--
you know, bigness, courage, and clarity.
Genius.
And you had it?
I was the smartest engineer in that entire place.
That's why I worked the ballistic missile team.
And Ryan worked on bombs?
Munitions.
I don't know how many times I have to tell you
we don't call them bombs.
Motherfucker, you called them bombs
the first time that we met you.
What did he say?
What did you say? Rocket ass-bombs?
- I don't-- - I never said that.
Okay, Ned, you cannot lie.
I don't lie. I never lie.
And you can't snap at people
during the deposition.
If I'm annoyed, I'm going to let them know.
No, you're not. You're going to answer politely
and calmly.
This-- This-- Right here, this--
this is highly unethical.
- What is? - You telling me what to think,
making me say things.
Nobody is making you say or do anything.
This-- This is boring.
This is boring. I am bored.
- Ned-- - I am bored.
- Please. - This is boring.
- Please,
we're just trying to prepare you
for a deposition. Okay?
I want a third of whatever you're getting.
What?
This is turning out to be a lot more work
and-- and inconvenience than I had originally expected,
so I want to be compensated financially.
Okay, we can't do that because if we did that,
you'd have no credibility with the jury.
- Fine. - Also, it is illegal.
- [scoff] - So--
You're a fucking bitch.
Okay, I mean, I can't--
All right, Ned, listen.
Listen.
Let me explain something to you, buddy.
If you talk to her that way again,
I'll beat your fucking ass right here in your own house.
- She was-- - I don't care what she said.
- I have-- - Listen to me.
Ned. Don't make me beat your ass.
All right now.
This plastic shit here.
Now, Marquez' boys say it rained down on their boat
right after the explosion.
I want you to tell me
exactly what this stuff is
and exactly what its use is.
It's ignition casing
for a highly classified experimental fuel system
for drones to deliver massive munitions.
Ah, but you said
that Ryan Larson didn't have what it takes
to work on missiles.
Drones are not missiles, you stupid fucking bitch.
- I'm done. - They're toys.
Anything that she can buy at Wal-mart
doesn't count as a missile.
Ned, what did I just get through saying to you?
I'm sorry, but she asks stupid questions, and--
Ned, she's asking you the same stupid questions
that they're going to ask you.
Don't you get the point here?
She's just doing her job, that's all.
Yeah.
Now...
tell me about it.
Ryan's team worked on a fuel system
for Borns Tech.
It's a very unstable,
very dangerous fuel,
the use of which-- the testing of which
is banned by U.S. and international law.
Can you test it on the ocean?
Legally?
You can't test it at all.
She's 26 years old.
First chair. He's got to be fucking kidding me.
- It's ridiculous. - Cooperman has lost it.
I mean, he was never right to begin with,
but now he's insane.
Okay.
Please explain to me
what happened on the boat.
Uh, you don't want to know.
No, actually, I do want to know.
If Donald's being this crazy,
I want to know why. I'm a partner.
We all have financial stakes in this, so--
Ah.
You're afraid I'm going to tell Billy.
That's incredibly insulting.
Well, you still love him,
even though he's always been a shit to you.
Oh ho ho ho.
I'm civil to him for the sake of our daughter.
Really? How's that going?
Because last I heard, she couldn't stand
to be in the same room as you.
Why would you say something like that?
Sorry.
We should have left here years ago
and started our firm.
- We still could. - Stop it. You know what?
You always bring this up
whenever you're being a shit to me.
We're never starting our own firm.
Well, if you do still care about him,
you should tell him to drop the case.
- Brittany: Bounced? Really? - Man: Yes, ma'am.
Can you give me a week?
Mm, no.
Three days?
Can't do it.
One day.
Sorry.
[click]
Hello?
[doorbell rings]
Aw, shit.
- Miss Gold? - Mm-hmm.
These gentlemen will help you move.
Mm.
Come on in.
Perfect timing.
- What's going on? - Let's go.
Good trip?
All I want to hear from you
is we're all going to get this shit out of here.
Any issues?
No. Everything went real smooth.
Put the shit in the hull insulation.
When?
Soon.
What did I tell you about keeping this quiet?
I didn't tell nobody.
What about your lawyer?
He's not our fucking lawyer.
You called him.
You went to his office.
I told you, we're witnesses
in this bullshit insurance case.
Hold on.
How do you know we talked to him? Hmm?
You following us?
You bugging our phones, you fuck?
It's like anything else.
You got to know who's on your team.
I like to keep a tab on my partners.
Don't you?
No. All I want to know
is when we're going to get this shit off my boat.
Soon.
Very soon.
Lead counsel?
I started three months before you.
I-- It's just for this one case.
For our biggest client.
Exactly, which is why I need your help.
Mr. Cooperman asked me
to prepare all the discovery responses.
For real? I-- Are you sure about this?
Do you want to read the emails again?
Please, can we get started?
There is so much work to do.
I can't.
I have work conflicts.
Yeah. I'm booked up, too. Sorry.
Wait. What? I need your help.
Okay?
What is the issue?
Oh.
You guys are afraid of alienating Callie.
I'll tell Mr. Cooperman you weren't being helpful.
Oh, you and Cooperman talk a lot?
In person?
You haven't even met him.
I'm in contact.
If you don't help me,
I'll make sure you pay for it.
- Ha ha. - You think I'm fucking kidding?
This is--
This is my career here.
Fuck you, Lucy.
How can I help?
Thank you.
Just make sure Mr. Cooperman knows.
Start there.
[footsteps]
Oh, you're here?
Damn it.
I love you, too.
I was going to bring a friend up.
You can't afford your own room?
What are you, broke?
A little bit, yeah.
So you we're going to use my room?
Your office.
What--
I thought you'd be out.
Come on. I don't do it that often.
Yeah, but, honey, my office?
Seriously, what kind of freaky shit you got planned?
No, we-- He enjoys the whole office scenario, all right?
He's like-- He's like a CEO up north--
uh, Silicon Valley.
- Hi tech. - Bullshit.
Are you using again?
No.
Are you using again?
No.
Make it the last time, okay?
Thank you.
We're representing a kid now.
We got to maintain some standards.
- All right. - And by the way,
you're depressed.
I'm fine.
No.
You're really fucking depressed.
Uh, Father?
- Yes. - Is that puke?
[sigh]
How may I help you?
I don't want to bother you.
I was just wondering if maybe you, uh,
had a minute to talk to me.
Yes. Of course.
Great.
- Now? - Yeah.
Right this way.
You have to clean this whole place?
Sometimes. No, we usually have help.
Really?
Everyone takes Sunday off.
And I'd love to take the day also--
- Uh-huh. - [chuckle] You know.
- You understand. - Yeah, of course.
I have done so many things for money, Father.
I've done things I can't even say out loud.
I can't even look at myself anymore.
I thought being here would help, but...
I hurt all the time.
I don't think I can do it anymore.
Do what?
Live.
I want to die, Father.
Last night I tried to kill myself.
Best...
understand you are not alone.
You and I, we will get you through this,
together with God.
But I've already prayed so much.
Yes.
But sometimes even our prayers are not enough.
God has given us signs and resources
to help us.
- You have an email address? - Yes.
I will make an appointment for you
with Dr. James Wallace.
After Dr. Wallace sees you,
he'll prescribe medicine and work with you.
In the meantime, I can forward you a list
of some excellent websites and support groups
that have done wonderful work
with people in your same situation.
Believe me...
God's plan is not for you to die.
He loves you enough to forgive anything.
I am here for you 24 hours a day.
Don't hesitate to call.
♪♪ [rap on car radio]
What in the--
[music stops]
What in the shit is going on?
What in the shit is this?
You said it would all be on a thumb drive.
Well, they decided to cornhole us
and give us all the paper.
Oh, great. Okay.
I got a storage locker out in the Valley.
I got to go to the old house and get the key.
So I'll check you guys later.
You got to get that shit upstairs, okay?
I mean, I can get the key.
Billy, I can-- I can get the key.
To the locker. Fuck.
All right.
Patty: Hey, eye on the prize, all right?
Fuck my life.
Oh, my God.
[sigh] I mean, look at this place.
How does this even happen to a person?
A little booze, a little weed.
What really happened to Billy
was Sonny Wayne Bender.
Who?
Billy had never done a murder case.
- Uh-huh. - It was on his bucket list.
He did too good of a job.
Got the case dismissed pre-trial.
Bad search. Never even got close to a jury.
Thing is, about a year or so later,
Bender took out an entire family during a home invasion.
What?
Including three little kids.
Ohh.
How did I not know this?
Thanks to Donald Cooperman.
Since Billy got the case dismissed pre-trial,
nobody knew he was involved.
All right? Cooperman made sure of it.
He didn't want the publicity for the firm.
Not exactly a plus for corporate clients.
So Billy blames himself.
His drinking got a lot worse.
Michelle left,
and that's when the bottom fell out.
Cooperman broomed him after he went to shit.
Huh.
So wait. So then how did you and Billy hook up?
What? Did he represent you or something, or--
Story time's over, bitch.
This is bullshit.
I'm gonna leave.
They're not coming tonight.
No. He said wait.
I don't give a shit.
The guy's a fucking ghost.
I don't like him.
I want this shit off my boat
tomorrow at the latest. You tell him.
Why are you being like this?
All right, this is a good thing.
We just have to wait.
Gabriel, this is fucked up.
I got to drive up to El Monte by 10 or--
[clatter]
You hear that?
What the fuck was that?
Hang on.
Get against the wall!
[shouting]
Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!
I don't fucking know him.
[chatter]
...for our subjects in custody.
[police radio chatter]
[handcuffs click]
It's me again. Where the hell are you anyway?
Denise is not home,
and I got to get the key to the storage locker.
So here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna check the back door.
Everything else was locked up.
If the back door's locked,
I'm gonna stick around a little bit.
Call me back, okay?
♪♪ [opera]
Mmm.
Denise? Get your ass out here right now.
And bring that little prick with you. Now!
- What the fuck? - What are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
I've been calling you. Where's Denise?
I got to get my key, the storage key.
I've been calling you.
I've called you a million fucking times.
I need to get my key.
Oh, my fucking God.
Jesus Christ. Wow.
Ohh!
Motherfucker.
Tough day?
Yeah, a little bit.
Um...
we're all still up there moving boxes,
and we can use a little bit of help.
Yeah, well, I'm down here.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Just sitting here.
Okay.
Where do you want us to put the shit upstairs?
I don't know. Find a place. I got to see a guy.
Okay, Billy.
Billy: Father.
I figure you came to my place,
so I thought I'd come see yours.
I have nothing to say to you, Mr. McBride.
Now please leave, or I'll have you arrested.
[chuckle]
You know, I've looked into a lot of eyeballs in my time.
I read them pretty well.
And when I look into yours, I see something.
You have information on Ryan Larson,
and if you don't start talking,
not only will I call your bishop,
but I'll make things a mess for you--
I know absolutely nothing
about what happened on that boat.
Neither do I.
That's what I'm trying to find out.
What I want to know from you is was he suicidal.
Did he appear to you to be suicidal?
- I warned you. - I'm not asking--
You're not to be fooled by the collar.
Did you not take me seriously, Mr. McBride?
I don't think you take me seriously.
- Get out. - I just--
- Get-- - Take your hand off me.
- Get out! - Damn it.
Get out!
And don't you ever come back!
[scoff]
Yeah, you're a big man.
You can probably beat me to death
if you wanted to. I get that.
But I got other ways of whipping people's asses, too,
and you might not like it.
Just one more thing,
and I'll get out of here, all right?
If Ryan Larson was suicidal,
you would have done something about it.
You would have hooked him up
with some kind of health professional
or some kind of group, a shrink,
some kind of doctor--
maybe Dr. Wallace. I hear he's good.
And at the very least,
you would have treated him the same
as you would some common hooker
who walked in here off the street.
I will search Ryan Larson's computer.
And I will get a court order to search yours.
You can believe that.
All I'm asking for is your humble opinion.
The truth's big to you, I'm sure.
I understand the position you're in. I really do.
But there's a kid who doesn't have a father anymore.
I just want you to tell me what you think, Father.
Do you think he was suicidal?
Do you think Ryan Larson's suicidal?
- That's all-- - No.
He was not.
I'm late for a meeting. I got to go.
You don't return calls. That's not like you.
Not having any regrets, are you?
I don't have anything to regret.
No. You don't.
Your ex-husband needs to learn some boundaries.
You need to learn some boundaries.
He's invasive.
Shouldn't be stalking you like that.
Oh, please. He's not a stalker.
He's a schmuck.
He was just looking for Denise or something.
Thank God she was on a school trip.
The look on his face was priceless.
You really enjoyed that, didn't you?
Yeah. I did.
I take my pleasure where I can get it,
particularly after having to deal with him in court.
Please stop. I don't want to hear one more thing
about the Borns Tech case, nothing about Billy,
nothing, got it?
- Good. - Good.
Hey.
You and I, we're okay, right?
Yeah. We're the same as always.
I wish you were a nicer person.
I wish everybody in my life was nicer.
I am very nice to you.
You're so bad.
Man: Raah!
♪♪[rock]
♪♪
[laughing]
Let me get more. That's perfect.
Okay. Thank you.
Watch out.
Don't get stabbed.
Man: ♪ March, march ♪
♪ March you all to your deaths ♪
Here you go.
♪ March, march ♪
♪ March you all to Vietnam ♪
♪ Vietnam, waah! ♪
Hey, Patty.
Hey. [cough]
Hi.
How you doing?
Do you live here?
Oh, God, no. This is my in-laws' house.
It's my ex-in-laws' house
on my-- on my second husband's side.
What's up?
Sis, you all right?
Yeah, Milos, I'm fine, yeah.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Hey, how you doing? I'm Billy McBride.
Milos.
- Nice to meet you. - Yeah.
Hey, listen, stick around.
We got some boxes to move later.
You can probably help us with that.
I'm fine. Thank you.
That's scary.
He's sweet, though. He's a sweet kid, yeah.
- Doesn't look sweet. - He doesn't know his own strength.
It's a problem sometimes.
What is he, your cousin or something?
What's his deal?
Uh, cousin-ish-- ex-cousin-ish.
So that's kind of what I wanted to hear.
Hey, Milos.
What are you doing?
How'd you like a job?
[keyboard clacking]
[alarm blares]
Ohh.
Hello!
Ohh.
[alarm stops]
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Fuck.
♪♪ [woman singing opera]
[elevator door clangs]
♪♪[continues]
♪♪ [louder]
Lucy, what a delight to finally meet you.
Mr. Cooperman.
Please, it's Donald.
You stinker!