Barry

Barry... Barry...

Barry, wake up buddy.

- Fuches? - Hey.

How long were you watching me sleep?

Money from the Rochester job just cleared.

One less bad guy in the world, nice work.

As usual Barry.

Oh, well he was in bed so it wasn't work exactly.

Then why did it take two days?

- Ah, I was doing a recon... - Ah.

to make it clean.

Or...

were you laying around the hotel room like at Sioux Falls last month

or Saint Paul before that...

All these extra expenses, they add up,

- Barry. All right. - Okay.

Oh God, I'm worried about you buddy.

This shit heap looks like the old Barry,

before he had a purpose.

Oh no, I just... I think I'm just burning out.

- Mmm. - Thinking how maybe I need a break.

- Hey, you know what I think? - What?

I-I think what we should do is shake things up a little bit.

You know, so instead of burning another

small town hood in some

snowed in rust belt shithole,

what do you say to a little trip up to sunny...

Los Angeles.

You came here to give me an assignment?

It's the Chechen mob! Come here.

A guy, by the name of Goran Pazar, needs an outsider to handle.

Something embarrassing. It's great money.

Get us a lot closer to where we need be to hang it all up some day.

Wh... when you think I'll be?

The plane for L.A. leaves in four hours.

I will have a car waiting for you at the Ontario airport

But Ontario...

wait, isn't that like a two hour drive?

You catch it, you know, flying into LAX.

We gotta cover our tracks, right?

- Why because it's cheaper, or...? - Because it is smarter Barry.

Well, how much cheaper was it? Bim...

Hey Barry, Fuches.

Probably still on the plane, but, ah, welcome to California buddy.

Hey, my guy said he left the car in space 408.

I told him you are my best guy, so he should hook you up.

He said the car is dope. So, enjoy that buddy.

When you meet Goran, don't be afraid to sell yourself.

Remember that liquor distributor in Canton, you stabbed in the nut?

I think Goran's the kind of man,

who would find something like that intriguing.

So work it into the conversation, to make him aware that, you know,

you'll go there.

Oh fucking dick... Fucking dick!

Hey man, you must be Barry. I'm NoHo Hank.

I trust the flight was good, no?

Are you hungry? I mean you want a Submarine sandwich?

If you're thirsty, we've got juice boxes,

Hawaiian punch, or maybe beer or something...?

So we're gonna do this outside if that's okay.

His daughter has some friends over, huh?

They're watching their Jessie .

Why, did the bowling alley run out of shoe freshener?

We haven't been in L.A. long,

but we've made a lot of progress.

The Harbors, identity theft, map, 99 Cent stores.

Business has been going great.

Recently...

personal matters cropped up

which needs to be kept separate from the business,

so we called you.

- This is Ryan Madison. - _

- He's a physical trainer in Silverlake. - _

He works with Goran's wife Oksana.

They've been training together for...

What do you think?

What you thinking,

two-three months? Hmm? Yeah?

Over the past few weeks the sessions became more frequent.

Goran asked me to follow her,

and I became aware that they were taking up

at a Holiday Inn in Studio City.

I snuck a lipstick camera...

similar to this one, in the room,

and got... this.

Maybe don't want to see this. Turn it off.

- Turn it off! - Come on...

- I wanted to give him the whole... - He gets it.

You already said they are taking up in hotel.

- Why show footage? You are just impressed - It's important for him to know.

- with yourself for planting camera. - I'm not

- impressed... Okay. - Trash that footage!

- So you guys want him gone? - Yes.

- Good, okay. - We pay you...

No, you don't pay me anything. Fuches takes care of the money.

I just need his name, an address,

and it'll be done in a couple of days.

- That sounds good. - All right.

Now, there's a lot of ways I can, uh...

do this for you. Um...

One of them...

is I could stab him in the nut.

That's something I-I did once,

and I'm...

very comfortable doing it again.

- What? - Or not.

- Why? - Forget about it.

Who would want this?

- Can't you just shoot him? - Yeah, no I...

- Because being shot is very painful. - Yes.

Have you ever been shot? Ha! I have, it's like crazy painful.

Anything is better than stabbing guy in nuts.

Uh, I'll shoot him... I'll shoot him. I'll shoot him.

Okay.

Goran...

I think he's going to shoot him.

No silencer. Thanks, Fuches.

_

Fuck you too!

Fuck you too! Don't you fucking call me "lady"!

Don't you fucking call me "lady", you fucking asshole!

You motherfucker! Fuck you too!

Don't you fucking call me "lady"!

Fuck you to..!

Who are you?

What are you doing out here?

Shit! I lost my place. Dammit!

Sally, he's ready for you.

Shit!

Fuck! Thanks a lot.

Strong... strong stuff you got here. Boy.

Oh.

What you go wrong with you, you need all this stuff?

- You motherfucker. - What?

You fucking asshole!

Who the fuck are you?! Who the fuck do you think you are?

Please, lady, why don't you just try to calm down.

Bullshit!

Bullshit!

- It's false, Sally. - I, look, I-I know,

I-I-I got thrown out right before I was about to go on.

- I-I was outside going... - Excuse me. I don't give a shit.

Even your excuses are false.

You're up there, you're stinking up my stage, babe.

What the fuck do you want?!

Um...

- the prescription. - Not Linda,

you.

Little Sally Reed from Joplin, Missouri. What do you want?!

- To be an actress. - Again!

I don't believe you.

It's all I ever wanted in the whole world.

Oh really?

Except you don't think you're going to make it, do you?

I mean that's what you told me.

Oh yeah.

Last week.

She takes me out for a cup of coffee after class,

starts to cry, snot running down her nose,

all of a sudden she said 'I'm not gonna make it'

I'm telling you I was embarrassed, it was pathetic.

Here is a person who's spending her money,

she doesn't have any talent whatsoever.

This chick shouldn't even be in this class.

- I cannot believe... - That is not fair Gene!

Don't think.

Just finish the scene.

Don't you call me "lady".

I come in here, I give these things to you, you... you check.

I'm sick!

I have sickness all around me, and you fucking ask me my life?!

Have you seen death in your bed? In your house?

And then I'm asked fucking questions.

What's wrong?!

Suck my dick!

That's what's wrong.

Shame on you.

Shame on you.

Suck my dick.

End scene.

- You know that I had to do that, right? - Mmm.

- You know I love you. Ooh. - Mmm.

All right. That...

was something.

Now, as beautiful Sally just demonstrated,

that's what this class is about.

Life! I want you to create a life right here on this stage.

I mean, we're not here studying some fucking TV commercial acting

That's not why you came to L.A., is it?

You didn't move all the way across the country for that.

This is the theater...

Now...

let's give her another round, she deserves the praise.

Yeah!

Hey, man, are you new to this class?

I haven't seen you before. I'm Ryan, Ryan Madison.

Listen, I was supposed to put up this thing with Matt Kennedy

but he got a catering gig...

so, could you help me out?

- Ryan, you're up! - Uh...