01x02 - Deuce

[bunniefuu]

So, yeah, we're a lot less
structured than, uh, Bailey here.

We don't divide the pot by
sector, but by relationship.

[sighs] We eat what we k*ll,

but, um, often I will
partner a manager

with a specific target if I think
they have a better shot that way.

- So, transparency within the office.
- Yeah, that makes sense.

Uh-huh.

I know you're used to a more,
uh, siloed approach, Coop,

but, uh, I gotta tell you, I think
this could be a great fit for us.

- [knocks on door]
- Max. Yeah, get in here.

- Coop, you know Max Cone?
- I don't know, do we?

Oh, the Robin Hood
dinner last year.

You outbid me on the
suite for Taylor Swift.

- Right. Sorry about that. Yes.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I have a 17-year-old daughter,
there would have been hell to pay.

- [chuckling] I bet.
- Max is a superstar.

He's been on a hot streak
all over emerging markets.

[sighs] Well, I look forward
to hearing all about that.

You're aware of the non-solicit?

[Max] Oh, legal isn't worried.

The cost of enforcement would
be too stiff, even for Bailey.

Okay, so I run my own book,
transparently, of course.

- [chuckles]
- Uh, the usual draw,

all that's left to figure out
is the percentages on the share.

Sound about right?

Not exactly, no.

It's Max's book.

Uh, you'd be a hired g*n
hunting and gathering for a fee.

We'll see how it goes.

[Max] Yeah, we'd work together to
bring in the investment capital.

So I bag the
elephants for the kid,

he builds his book and
then you cut me loose?

Whoa, I don't need
anybody's help.

All due respect, Max,
your boss thinks you do,

or we wouldn't be having
this conversation, would we?

Coop.

Three Yankees did a
shitty 7% last year, Ben.

The year before that you were down


We outperformed the index
stocks in the aggregate.

Max, be quiet. Nobody cares
about the index stocks.

- Who... Who... Who's his father?
- What?

He's been in here less than five minutes,
I already know he's somebody's son.

[chuckles] My sister.

[chuckles] Well, Uncle Ben,

you're one margin call away from
selling shitty condos in New Jersey,

and you're about to hand the keys
over to some dipshit in cheap shoes...

- [Max] Hey.
- ...who's a member of the lucky sperm club.

- Bro, you can't come in here...
- Shut the f*ck up, Max.

Coop.

Ben, you're a sinking ship.

You're a punch line
at dinner parties.

Well, from what I hear, the
only place willing to meet you.

And what does that
say about you?

Good luck.

[Coop] I was unemployed
and, apparently, unhirable,

sitting in a $200,000 car,

wearing my best suit,
and a stolen watch.

Nothing made sense, and
that being the case,

it was time to start
considering some other options.

[engine revs]

- [thuds]
- [tires screeching]

Patek Philippe
Nautilus, 18 karat.

[inhales sharply]

It's a nice watch.

Gotta check the book,

but I think I can give you
about, um, 175,000 for it.

Yeah, there's a strong
secondhand market for these.





Best and last.

- Sold.
- Great.

- I just need the box and the papers.
- [sighs]

Uh... [stammers]
...it's not new.

Yeah, I know, but it's
got a serial number

and a certificate of authenticity,
which I'm gonna need.

[sighs] Well, I don't
have any of that.

It was a gift.

[scoffs] Right.

Sorry, my friend. [sighs]

No papers, no sale.

Well, what if I drop the price?

[breathes deeply] Here.

You go here, in the Bronx.

You ask for Lu.

- Lu?
- Yeah.

And you tell Lu,
Lipschitz sent you.

[car beeps]

You Lu?

Who's asking?

Oh, uh, sorry,
Lipschitz sent me.

I'm Lu.

- How do you know Lipschitz?
- Uh, we just met.

Met where? In a bar, a
synagogue, AA meeting, where?

Oh, his shop. Uh, I'm just...

I'm trying to sell this.

We're going in back, Rocco.

Come on, let's have a look.

[buzzes]

[children clamoring]

Go upstairs and watch TV while
Bubby does business, okay?

- [grandchild 1] Okay.
- [grandchild 2] Okay.

Oh.

Yeah, so my, uh...

my wife just thinks
it's too showy.

Too showy, huh?

Is that why you don't
wear a wedding ring?

You gonna buy the watch or
are you gonna analyze me?

I can do both at the same time.

[breathes deeply]

[clicks tongue] I'll
give you 65 for it.

Lipschitz was gonna give me 185.

Then he sent you to me.

You could sell it legit,
you wouldn't be here.

Ninety-five.

We don't get men like
you in here very often.

You're what, a
trader? Stockbroker?

Whatever.

The point is, you're a man who buys
and sells things he never touches.

You assign value
out of your a*s.

Your skill is in selling that
value to other rich schmucks.

Now here you are, selling me
something you can hold in your hand.

This is new to you.

You don't understand this market, but
you still think you can negotiate it.

That's not savvy,
that's stupidity.

Maybe it's just desperation.

That's the first honest
thing you've said.

Now we can do business.

I'll give you 60.

You just said 65.

Deal.

You got me back to
my original price.

Some negotiator. [sighs]

[theme song playing]

[moaning, panting]

[moaning] Oh, baby.

[moaning, panting]

[Mel] It's time, bud.

It's time.

- Good morning.
- We're late.

Hey, did you text your dad back?

Are you kidding?

Just text him back,
please, for me.

Yeah, fine.

Hey.

Bye, Mom.

[instructor] Arm into the sky as you
inhale, taking the right arm down back.

We'll drop that left arm back...

My thong has impregnated me.

There you go.

Hi.

Thank you.

She's, like, an expert on finding ways
to call my mom's boyfriend a d*ck.

It was just a selfie and I
shared it with my boyfriend,

then he shared it
with his friends...

Oh.

I dropped out of robotics club.

Tell me what happened.

You can't make me talk.

No, look, he comes
downstairs with flowers,

he planted the biggest, sloppiest
most tongue-iest kiss on me

that you've ever
experienced in your life...

Mark.

[Mark] Yeah, my mother went off
on me like she usually does.

I guess I just proved her right
for, like, the thousandth time.

[Mel] Well, now wait a minute.

Can we acknowledge that
there's a difference

between getting detention
and keying a car?

Yeah, I know.

Is that the first time you've
ever done something like that?

The first time I got caught.

[exclaims]

- Do you know the owner of the car?
- Nah, it wasn't like that.

Why'd you do it then?

I mean, you may not know,
but I'm just wondering,

what was going
through your head?

It's like I get so angry.

I-It's not really angry,
it's more like this energy,

and it builds up a-and
it's just inside me,

making me anxious.

And it gets to the point where I feel
like I'm vibrating from all of it,

and if I don't do something,
I'll just explode, you know?

And then I break a window...

[stammers] ...key
a car or something.

[breathes shakily]

And it's like... [sighs]

...i-it just seeps out of me,
and I can breathe right again.

[Coop] We all have a dream,
some nirvana we picture.

That place we want to get to

that will finally mean
we've pulled it off,

success, happiness, peace.

For me, it was Westmont Village,

with its seven- and eight-figure homes,
rolling lawns, and exclusive clubs.

But I was starting to suspect

that my dreams had been
every bit as full of sh*t

as the rest of me.

[engine revs]

[club member] Hey, Coop!

[Coop] The Oakwood Country Club,

hundred grand a year
buys you the privilege

of paying 40% above market

for every salad, burger,
coffee and c*ck they serve.

But if you don't join,

it looks to everyone else
like they wouldn't have you.

It's the age-old economics
of social extortion

but seeing it for what it was never
stopped me from falling in line

with all the other suckers.

- [grunts]
- Nice.

Whoo! You making me work
a little. [chuckles]

[Coop] Why's she
hitting with Nick?

- 'Cause you're late.
- [Tori grunts]

[Nick] Good.

[stammers, sighs]
Tennis is my thing.

Can you please just
not have him do that?

Okay, it wasn't planned, Coop.

We just never know when you're gonna
show up and the tournament's tomorrow.

She's doing fine.

She needs to get her UTR up to a 9
for Princeton to even look at her.

I thought she was at a 9.

No, she's an 8.7.

She has to win two
consecutive matches

against four or five-star
recruits at this thing.

Well, how is a basketball
player gonna help with that?

- He was here on time.
- [Tori grunts]

[breathes deeply]

You're right.

Now let's go.

Hey.

Hey, Coop, sorry about
that, just trying to help.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. If I hear of
anybody that needs their wife f*cked,

I'll let you know.

All right, let's just
do some net work, huh?

Coach tells us not
to rush the net.

Well, he's right
except when he's...

...not.

[grunts] The tournament is
tomorrow. It's not the time.

It's basic tennis. Come
on, let me show ya.

Hit it. Hit it hard.

[grunting]

- [grunting, snorts]
- [chuckles]

[grunts, breathes heavily]

[sighs] You okay?

Nice. Good one.

You punched my
boyfriend in the ba*ls.

Okay, well, it was
still worth it. [sighs]

[friend] Hey, Tori.

- Hey, Chels. [sighs]
- Good luck tomorrow.

You too. [softly] b*tch.

- I thought you two were friends.
- Yeah, we are, but there's only one spot

for an incoming freshman
on the tennis team.

Well, look on the bright side,
maybe she won't get into Princeton.

Maybe I won't.

Now you're just being stupid.

Come on, back to the baseline.

Let's go.

["I See It, I Like It,
I Want It" playing]

Things with you and Nick
seem really good, huh?

They're fine.

Still early days.

Early days? He's
practically living with you.

[Mel] What? No, he isn't.

I send him home all the time.

- I like to have my bed to myself.
- [chuckles]

Send him to me. I'll keep him
in the garage like a mower,

- take him out when I need a little trim.
- [chuckles]

What does that mean?

- Maggie and I joined his gym.
- Yes. Yes.

- Great classes.
- Great.

[Maggie chuckles]

I prefer Equinox.

That's 'cause Mel
needs her space...

- Oh, whatever.
- ...doesn't she?

- sh*t. Guys.
- What?

Paul's here.

[gasps] Oh, dear. Is
that the waitress?

Yeah, in the flesh.

Literally, that's all her flesh.

I cannot believe he
brought her here.

There should be a
rule about that.

[sighs] f*ck her.

Yeah, f*ck her.

How old is she, 16, 17?

Twenty-four.

- Her name's Misty.
- [Grace] God.

I was gonna guess
Savannah, but Misty tracks.

- [chuckles]
- Yeah.

Well, you've been to his places.

All his waitresses are
some version of her.

- [gasps]
- [Mel] Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

What?

Present company
excluded, of course.

It's fine. It's fine.

He picked me 15 years ago, back
when I wore bikinis like that.

Don't even, Sam.
You are hot as f*ck.

And when you say you're ready,

we're gonna set you up with
some eligible bachelor.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, Sam, you're gonna have more
d*ck than you know what to do with.

Okay.

Uh, what do you know about d*ck?

Thank you, guys, but,
uh, she can have him.

- [Misty laughs]
- [Paul laughs]

And you can have his money.

Hey. Hey, hear, hear!

[Coop] Weekend brunch at the club,
where you'll find great food,

good company, and an endless
parade of conspicuous consumerism.

It's not like I'd never noticed, but I
guess now I was seeing it differently.

[sighs] Hey, guys,
how's it going?

Hi, Coop. Are you joining us?

Uh... [sighs] ...unclear.

Uh, have you seen Hunter?

- Anybody?
- [Mel] Uh, he's around here somewhere.

Jake, hey.

- Hey.
- [sighs] f*ck.

Hey there, Jake.
How are ya, buddy?

- [sighs]
- Mr. Cooper.

[chuckles] Sorry
about the other day.

You kinda caught me by surprise.

Yeah. Yeah, I was
pretty surprised myself.

[chuckles] I bet.

Well, I hope there's
no... [inhales deeply]

...lasting damage... [sighs]

...and, uh, more importantly,
hope there's no hard feelings.

- Sure, no hard feelings.
- Good.

Great. Come on, sit
down, have some lunch.

Yeah, Jake, come...
Let's get you, uh...

- How was that?
- I'd like it better if you meant it...

Well, I'd like it better
if he kept his pants on.

You understand me? Come on.

All right. If you see Hunter, please
tell him I am looking for him.

- Mmm.
- Thank you.

- Hi, there.
- Oh, hey.

- How are you?
- Well, I'm still mad at you.

I know, but to be honest, I
can't exactly remember why.

- [sighs] f*ck, Coop.
- Hey, hey, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding. I'm
kidding. I'm sorry.

Sam, come on.

I'm sorry about the other
night, I was preoccupied.

Well, normally I'd stay
mad at you a little longer,

but Paul brought his damn waitress
and I'm feeling vulnerable

which is really pissing me
off, so... [inhales sharply]

...yeah. [sighs] Did you
see what she was wearing?

You know, I didn't notice.

That's because she's
wearing so little of it.

Point is, I need to feel
sexy really damn soon,

so I'm gonna give you a pass.

- Well, I'll make it worth your while.
- Damn right you will.

- Hey, girls.
- Hey, guys.

How's it going?

Hello, ladies.

- Hey.
- Brad, Jules, how's it going?

[chuckles] Hey, Coop.
What's new and exciting?

Oh, God, same old same old.
How are things at the bank?

Ah, they're sh1tting a few
bricks about the rate hikes.

- But we see the way through.
- Please, guys, spare us the shoptalk.

[chuckles] Chelsea, I
saw you hitting earlier.

You're looking very strong.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Cooper.

I saw Nick hitting with Tori.

You, uh... You bringing
in the big g*ns, huh?

[chuckles]

- [chuckles]
- Coop is the big g*n, honey.

He played for Princeton.

Did I know that?

It was a lifetime ago.

Well, I'm predicting our daughters make
it to the final again like last year.

- What do you think?
- That's the smart money.

- Hi. How are you?
- [clamoring]

Hi.

Good, everybody. Happy weekend.

- Hey, honey. How was the pool?
- Mmm. It was great.

Speaking of smart money,

I pulled a lot of strings to get
you that Three Yankees interview.

Come on, it was a bullshit job.

And that bullshit job
could have been yours.

Look, you have been
shunned, my friend.

And before you can get
back to where you were,

you gotta get a
foot in the door.

I opened the f*cking door.

I'm not gonna sing
for my supper, Barney.

Let's see if you're singing
that tune in six months.

I think you're just
worried about your 5%.

Damn right I am, along with about


- I'm just saying.
- Yeah, well, I'm just saying I...

- I gotta go.
- You just sat down.

I know. I gotta go. Hey.

- Oh, hiya, Dad.
- Hey.

Are you high?

No.

- Barely.
- Hunter.

It's fine, I just took one hit.

Rein it in.

You are too young for this sh*t.

Weren't you gonna get the drums?

[sighs] It's a long story.
They're at my house.

Well, can we go get them?

We could use Mom's car.

Actually, that's a
pretty good idea.

You know what? I have a...
an errand to run first,

and then we can
go get the drums.

Deal.

Okay, um, why don't
you go and switch cars?

Can you do it?

She's gonna freak out
if she thinks I'm high.

Well, if you can't do the
time, don't do the crime.

Go get it. Come on.

- How'd that go?
- Better than expected.

Yeah? Here. You're
gonna need that.

[chuckling]

- What the hell is that?
- [chuckles]

Have you not seen
the Assmobile yet?

It's Nick's.

He's very proud of it.

I bet. [sighs]

- Thank you.
- No problem.

[sighs]

- [Coop] Get that.
- Yes.

[Coop] Sorry.

Hello, hello. Come on in.

We got a new coffee machine.

I'm gonna make us all coffee.

Did they kick you out?

- Mom.
- No, they didn't kick me out.

I'm just asking.

That place was falling apart, we're
trying to find her a better place.

- So, why isn't she staying with you?
- Gee, thanks, Mom.

Well, I'm just saying, this
isn't exactly The Ritz.

Why would you wanna
come back here?

I don't have a spare bedroom.

Oh, I keep forgetting you're
not in the big house anymore.

Look, if it's gonna be
a problem, I can just...

Uh, no, of course not.

[breathes deeply] I'm
just saying. [sighs]

What exactly is it
you're just saying?

I'm just saying, I wish I knew
why you both seem so hell-bent

- on screwing up your lives, is all.
- Jesus. f*ck.

Who wants decaf?

- Oh, that's me. [chuckles]
- We don't have decaf, Ron.

- The silver pods are decaf.
- No, the blue were and we're out.

Oh. You still want it?

Seems like as good a time as
any to dial up my anxiety.

I'm gonna go put
your bags upstairs.

- [clears throat]
- Andy, your coffee.

Yeah, Dad, I'll get it later.

[sighs]

[Mom] I saw Bruce and his
family at the Stop & Shop.

He has those two adorable
kids, gorgeous skin tone.

It's a bit lighter than Bruce's
because of that wife of his.

That's great, Mom.

Anyway, he seemed very happy to
see me, all things considered.

And I just couldn't help thinking
how things would have been

if you'd just married
him back then.

I would have still been me.

- You were supposed to get married?
- It's a long story.

She skipped out on
her own wedding.

- I had a psychotic break.
- I know.

I'm not blaming you.
I'm just saying.

[sighs]

Change of plans.

[breathes heavily]
We're leaving.

- Okay.
- Wait a minute, what happened?

Where are you going?

You couldn't have just fixed
up her room? Made her bed?

I was planning on it.

Right.

Come on, let's go.

I love you, Mom.

Love you, Dad.

[Coop] Come on.

This way.

[sighs]

No one drank the coffee.

- [sighs] Grandma really sucks.
- [chuckles]

Buddy, you have no idea.

You can have my room, Ali.

Aw, that's sweet, babe, but I
don't wanna invade your space.

It's fine.

I'm not there that much anyway.

f*ck.

Don't linger in
doorways, it's creepy.

Sorry.

Here, this is the last of it.

Great. Thanks.

[sighs] Look, I'm sorry I
have to uproot you like this.

Please. I'll be fine.

I just need some time to get
my feet back underneath me,

then we'll get you set up
someplace else, all right?

Andy, you've been taking
care of me for years.

Whatever else you think
you might have f*cked up,

you've always been an
above-average brother.

I'd be lost without you.

- [cell phone buzzes]
- [sighs] God.

Um, I have to, uh,
run a couple errands.

Um, will you be okay
here for a while?

[chuckles] I don't
need babysitting.

- Go. Live your life.
- All right.

Clean this sh*t up.
Put it away. Come on.

[Coop] Eighty some odd years
ago, Herschel Levitt fled Hitler

and immigrated to
the United States,

where he scraped together
enough cash to buy a small diner

in upstate New York
just off the interstate.

By the time his prediabetic
grandson Paul, Samantha's husband,

took over the family business,

it was nine diners and a slew
of higher-end restaurants.

And now, Herschel's empire,

which fed his family
for almost a century,

would fall to the vagaries
of New York State divorce law

all because Paul couldn't
keep his d*ck in his pants.

- Oh. Uh... [sighs]
- Hey.

[inhales sharply] I'm sorry.
What the f*ck is that?

Oh, that's Nick's.

Yeah. Pretty tasteful I think.

And why are you
driving Nick's car?

Well, I had to trade cars

'cause I had to pick up
a drum kit with Hunter.

I didn't have time to
trade back. It's...

[sighs] It's been a day.

Do you want me to
put it in the garage?

No, I have a better idea.

[moaning] Wait.

[breathes heavily]
Wait, touch my a*s.

Yeah. Come on. Oh, God.

[moans] Yeah.

Yeah. f*ck. God.

[breathes heavily, moaning]

Wait. [stammers] f*ck.

f*ck!

Nick's gonna love
his new car smell.

[chuckles]

So, you left the club
pretty fast today.

Yeah. I was dealing
with some family stuff.

- Yeah, everything okay?
- Yeah.

It's... Sure. It's all good.

You know, it's getting harder and
harder to go to the club these days.

The only bright
spot is seeing you

and we have to pretend
that nothing's going on.

Yeah. Well, I'm not
sure I could stomach

being at the center of another
club controversy right now.

Oh, God, no. Yours
is old news already.

Mine is just kicking
into high gear.

You know, the girlfriend
tried to talk to me today

about Henry's anxiety levels.

And how did that go?

Not as well as she'd hoped.

Honestly, I don't know whether
to hate her or to pity her.

Well, hate him. Pity her.

Hmm.

[swallows] And f*ck you.

Exactly.

[chuckles] God, now I'm
worried that Henry has anxiety.

- She got in your head, huh?
- [groans] Yes.

I know. It's so
annoying. [sighs]

Are you heading out?

Well, I thought I
could stay the night.

You know, I could leave
before the kids got up.

That's a great idea.

We could listen to a podcast.

- Oh.
- There's this really great one.

It's about, um,
home organization.

- And, um...
- Okay.

...you, uh... you separate
your pots from their lids.

Okay. That's smart.

Yeah, and then, um,

you have a whole room
just for the luggage.

Oh.

You have a luggage room.

- That's really convenient.
- Mm-hmm.

[drumming]

[cheers]

No? Okay.

How did it go with
your dad today?

Fine.

Did you two do anything fun?

It's okay to have fun
with him, you know.

It's not gonna hurt my
feelings. I promise.

I know.

[inhales deeply] And
it's okay to miss him.

Honestly, it doesn't feel that
different than it did before.

[drums fading out]

[breathing deeply]

Why? [sighs]

I had to pee.

I get it.

Can you tuck me in?

Sure, buddy.

Where we going?

- There.
- Okay, get in bed.

There you go.

Let's tuck you in. There you go.

Okay, night, night.

I need my dragon.

- Where is it?
- On the dresser.

Oh, yeah, there it is.

This guy, huh? Yeah.

Okay, pal, here's your dragon.

[sniffs]

Can you stay till I fall asleep?

[sighs]

Sure, buddy, sure.

I'll be right here, okay?

Be right here, we'll
both even fall asleep.

Okay.

There you go, buddy.

[Coop] It was at
moments like these,

sitting on the floor
in someone else's house

in the middle of the night,
tucking in someone else's kid,

when I realized how far you could
drift away from your own life,

without actually going anywhere.

[sighs]

Uh, hello?

Good morning.

I was having a little trouble
getting the hang of your kitchen,

so I went out and I got all of our
favorites from when we were kids.

Did you get milk?

f*ck me.

I'm kidding. I
have milk. I think.

as*h*le.

So, Sam Levitt.

- Yeah.
- Mmm.

I mean, now that you say
it, I guess it makes sense.

You're both attractive
and freshly single.

And no one's single out here.

So, it's either Sam Levitt
or, you know, adultery.

I'm beginning to wish I
hadn't told you about this.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

Sam's a hottie.

From what I can remember.

You could do a lot worse.

- Right?
- It's fine.

What?

I mean, we used to have
them over for dinner.

We used to go over there.

Nick and Ivy too.
Now Nick's with Mel,

I'm sleeping with Sam, my job.

It feels like somebody
scrambled the whole universe

and I'm lost in the shuffle.

Welcome to my life. [chuckles]

I'll clean this up, by the way.

- Will you?
- Probably not.

- [message sends]
- How old are you, Tony?

I just turned 41.

Forty-one.

Such a good age. I
remember that age.

Just beyond the bullshit
striving of your thirties,

starting to feel
like a real grown-up.

Then you get older, you realize
there are no f*cking grown-ups.

And you have no idea what the
f*ck you're doing. [sighs]

Find yourself day
drinking in a bar.

Something to look forward to.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Don't mind me.

You know,

I always figured I
was older than you.

[whispers] You're
a terrible liar.

[chuckles] You want another one?

Yes, but I'm not going to.

Thank you, young man.

You have a nice day.

Mmm.

[Coop] Brad and Julie
Sperling weren't home.

[grunts] Yes!

[Coop] I knew that because I
knew exactly where they are.

And I knew that because I
was supposed to be there too.

[grunts]

- [umpire] Out, 30, 40.
- [spectators applauding]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Deuce.

[gasps, chuckles]

[Coop] Bingo.

Hello?

[Coop] Jules did M&A for
a large Japanese bank

and she could out-deal and outdrink
most of her male counterparts.

Her husband Brad was a
New England blue-blood

whose family bible traced their
ancestry back to the Mayflower.

As far as I could tell,

Brad spent his time playing golf
and reading books about w*r.

Nice work if you could get it.

Chelsea, their daughter
was a nice enough kid

who was hopefully having her
a*s handed to her by my daughter

on the tennis court
at that exact moment.

The Richard Mille Felipe
Massa automatic chronograph

with a signature rose
gold and titanium skeleton

{\an8}and flyback function goes
for upwards of $225,000.

I hadn't seen Brad
wear this in years,

which meant he probably
wouldn't miss it.

He may have already
forgotten he owned it.

[grunts]

- Out! Game, set, match.
- [spectators applauding]

Tori Cooper will
advance to the final.

[Coop] Looked like Jules and Brad
were leaving nothing to chance.

They had bought next month's SATs,
complete with the answer key.

[both grunting]

[spectators applauding]

[umpire] Thirty all.

[sighs]

Sorry, sorry, guys.

Excuse... Excuse me.

Sorry. Sorry, guys.

Seriously?

[stammers] Okay,
I-I know, I'm sorry.

What were you doing that was
more important than this?

- You missed two of the matches.
- Something came up, all right?

Look, it looks
like she did okay.

[chuckles] Are you kidding
me? She ate that sh*t up.

When I told you to show
up for our daughter,

I meant show up on time.

[stammers, sighs]

You're becoming a
caricature of yourself.

I already said I'm sorry.

It's not me you have
to apologize to.

- Okay, so can we drop it?
- Okay.

[exclaiming, applauding]

- [umpire] Forty, 30.
- Attagirl.

[both grunting]

- [umpire] Out! Deuce.
- Yes.

Way to go, Chels.

[grunts]

[Coop] It was a strange new
feeling being around someone

when you had just been in their
house, going through their things,

when you had their $225,000 watch in
your pocket, and they had no idea.

[umpire] Advantage, Tori...

If I'm being honest,
I wasn't hating it.

- [Coop] Bang. Yes, yes, yes!
- Yes!

[cheering]

Game, set, match.

[Coop] Attagirl! Whoo!

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

- [Mel whimpers]
- You rushed the net.

Yeah, it's basic tennis.

[mutters] Come here.

[groans]

[Coop] It's not like I thought petty
larceny was any kind of solution

to my problems.

But Lu had handed me 65 grand
with no questions asked.

And in my current situation

it was hard to argue with that kind
of tax-free return on investment.

Hey, Rocco, right?

Lu here?

Yeah, someone's asking for you.

Nah, it's that white guy, looks
like he brushes his hair a lot.

Okay. [sighs]

[door buzzes]

[door buzzes]

The negotiator.

Nice to see you again.

Richard Mille.

Very fancy.

Your wife making you
sell this one too?

- I'm divorced.
- No sh*t.

Let me guess, you lost the
papers for this one too?

Go home, negotiator.

- What?
- No papers, no deal.

Thought you told me you
could move this stuff.

Now I'm telling you

- quit while you're ahead.
- [Rocco] ...sold it to me...

- I don't understand.
- ...saying you needed money.

- Not my problem.
- [customer] Give me the ring.

- [Rocco] You're not getting the ring.
- [customer] Give me the ring!

- Just give me the f*cking ring!
- I should've done this a long time ago.

- Get outta here.
- Give me the f*cking ring, Rocco!

It's my mother's ring!

You wanna pull a f*cking
knife out in here?

- Huh, huh?
- [Coop] Jesus.

Piece of sh*t. You know you've
been a piece of sh*t, Donnie.

- Come on!
- f*ck you and f*ck your filthy mom.

- That's enough, Donnie.
- Look, I just want my f*cking ring, Lu.

[imitating Donnie] "I just
want my f*cking ring, Lu."

- f*ck you, Rocco.
- [Rocco] He's 200 short.

Come on, Rocco. Man, this
is my mother's f*cking ring.

[Lu] Who are you kidding?

Put down the g*dd*mn knife
and get outta my shop.

You can walk away.

Or you can spend the next six
months wishing like hell you did.

All right, Lu. Look, I'm... [stammers]
f*ck it. Sorry, Lu. Okay? I'm sorry.

- It's my mother's ring.
- Now, tell me you won't be back.

Come on, Lu.

Say the words, Donnie.

[stammers]

I won't be back.

You walk in here again,

you leave with a big hole
in you, you understand?

Yeah, yeah.

[Rocco] You're a
disgrace, Donnie.

[Donnie sniffs]

[door buzzes]

You're still here.

Hey, look, I'm in a bind here.

No, you're not.

You only think you are.

I can't help you.

Look... [stammers] ...you
can name your price.

Do I have to ask
Rocco to show you out?

f*ck!

It's Lu.

I'm sending you a plate number.

Get me everything
you can on this guy.