Bookie (2023) s02e01 Episode Script

Mahnanga

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I can't live ♪
If living is without you ♪
I can't live ♪
I can't give any more ♪
Can't live ♪
If living is without you. ♪
I know. I'm sorry.
109 miles an hour.
W-Would it help if I
told you it was for love?
- License and registration.
- Yes, sir.
(SIGHS)
- Registration's in the glove compartment.
- Go ahead.
Oh
It's, uh, Cialis.
Kind of hit that fork in the road.
Come on. Let's go.
I got a question, Mr. Cola-vie-toe.
It's Colavito.
Actually, Cola-vie-toe
has a nice ring to it.
And the answer to your
question is a pool.
Fell in the pool. Didn't see it.
You want to step out of the car?
Oh, really?
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Been drinking?
I wish.
Take some steps for me,
- one right in front of the other.
- Yes, sir.
(SQUISHING)
Want me to do the nose
thing? Alphabet backwards?
Moonwalk? I could do the moonwalk.
Eee-hee! Hoo!
Kills at parties.
Wait here.
(PHONE RINGING)
928, go.
MAN: What's the line
on the Timberwolves?
- Because I'm thinking
- There's no time for thinking.
You got a bet? Give me a bet. Go.
All right, a dime on the T-Wolves,
- and a dime on the Lakers under the total.
- All right, you're down.
- Oh, oh, I also
- Too late, window's closed.
- How we doing?
- You're a model citizen.
(CHUCKLES)
What?
Nothing. Uh, what's the damage?
I could write you up
for reckless driving,
but I'm gonna give you a break.
Let's say 80 in a 65.
That's very kind of you. Thank you.
Have a nice day.
You, too.
(SHOES SQUISHING)
You know what, indulge
me. Pop the trunk.
Aw, come on. You said "have a nice day."
Don't make me ask again.
What's in the bag?
Money.
Mind if I take a look?
Sure.
- Jesus.
- Yeah.
You care to explain?
Well, yeah, here it is.
Um, I'm in the cash business.
Vending machines, laundromats.
And, uh, I don't trust banks.
Because of the Jews?
- Pardon me?
- They own all the banks, the Jews.
Oh. Oh, yeah.
- And the media.
- Fuckin' A right, brother.
That body cam, is it hot?
(SCOFFS) Eh, only if I tell it to be.
(CHUCKLES) Ach tung, baby.
Tell you what. Grab a brick.
Buy the fellas in your
militia something nice.
That is very generous of you.
And, uh, seeing that
we're on the same page
ideologically speaking, uh,
why don't we rip up
that speeding ticket?
And break the law?
I don't think so, Mr. Cola-vie-toe.
Aw, I'm just messing with you.
Hey.
We will not be replaced.
(EXHALES)

- (MONITOR BEEPING)
- GRANDMA: Oh, Frank.
My darling Frank, don't leave me.
(PHONE RINGING)
RAY: Damn.
- I'm sorry.
- You know what this is, Rayfield?
Frank and I are being punished.
Or he was so happy to marry you,
his little heart just couldn't take it.
No, no, we sinned.
We committed adultery.
A lot. Adulteries.
That was 60 years ago.
Not in the eyes of God.
He waits till when
things are looking up,
and then he gets you.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Shit!
- Oh, just answer it.
- Go, 307.
- 307: I got your money,
but I need a little more time.
I broke my collarbone.
Man, you broke your
collarbone last week.
307: Tha-That was with you?
11:00 at the gas station. Be there.
The Mobil on Cahuenga?
The Texaco on Melrose,
you cheatin' motherfucker.
It's gonna be okay, Grandma.
Can you bring my Frank back to me?
Nah.
Then you just talking
out your ass, aren't you?
(SUSTAINED TONE)
Oh, Frank.
I'm so sorry, Grandma.
He's going home.
(MONITOR BEEPING)
He's back. Glory be, he's back.
(BEEPS, SUSTAINED TONE)
No
(BEEPING STEADILY)
I told you we should've gone to Cedars.
Cremora and Splenda?
Thank you.
- That's NutraSweet.
- You can tell?
I have a very discerning mouth.
I got to ask, what were you thinking?
To be honest, I thought
if I saved Danny's life,
he'd forgive me for the
Russians, the gunfire,
the few other things
he doesn't know about.
Yeah, but you can't swim.
I didn't think it through, all right?
- (EXHALES)
- How is he?
- RAY: Alive.
- Well, that's good.
Would've helped you out with the CPR,
but I had my hands full with Danny.
Yeah, you're SEAL Team 6.
- Where's my brother?
- Modesto.
Trying to talk Sandra into coming home.
Oh, did she find out
about his gumar in Tarzana?
I don't know.
I think the whole Russian
thing freaked her out.
I saved him from drowning.
I did!
She woke up and took me by the hand ♪
She's gonna love me in my Chevy van ♪
And that's all right with me. ♪
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
Hey, yo. That's private parking.
- What?
- Private parking.
I'm in no mood, Jethro.
You've been told.
- Get some teeth.
- (CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
(CHUCKLES)
(BUG ZAPPER CRACKLES)
Oh, shit.
Hey, Wendy.
- WENDY: Sandra?
- SANDRA: Yeah?
You have a visitor.
- Oh, shit.
- What I said.
What do you want?
Talk for a minute?
Come on in.
(SNIFFING)
You smell funny.
(DOOR CLOSES)
So where's Anthony?
- Next door, playing video games.
- Oh, he made a friend?
- A simpleton, but yeah.
- Mom.
You yell at me when I say "retard."
I (SIGHS)
Are you gonna be in this conversation?
I'd go outside, but it's coyote country.
Okay. (SIGHS)
- Here it is.
- (PHONE RINGING)
Hang on.
Really? Now?
- Oh, my God.
- 114.
I'm trying to save my marriage.
Could you call me closer to tip-off?
- MAN: Uh, sure.
- Thanks.
Listen, Sandra, I love
you and I want to spend
the rest of my life with you,
but I am what I am and you knew that
when you married me.
- Popeye.
- What?
"I yam what I yam and
that's all that I yam."
- Right.
- (IMITATES POPEYE LAUGH)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Listen, I know why you
left. Things got crazy
and I was trying to pretend
it was business as usual.
And it wasn't, and I see that now.
But here's the cold, hard truth.
Even if I threw in the
towel and started selling,
I don't know, shoes,
I couldn't protect you and Anthony 24/7.
It's just the world we live in.
- Armageddon is coming.
- Can you please
You drove all the way here to tell me
nothing's changed and
I should come back?
No, no, no. A lot has changed.
If this separation has taught
me anything, it's that
I can't live if living is without you.
Did you hear that song
on the drive up here?
Yes, and it upset me so
much I had to pull over.
- So, what do you think?
- Danny, I don't know.
Things are going really
good here with my mom.
Oh, come on.
As long as I've known you,
you said your childhood was a shitshow
and you couldn't wait
to get away from her.
She wasn't the problem.
I was a drug addict.
A big one. I had to sleep with my purse.
Sorry, Mom.
It's a disease. All is forgiven.
- Love you.
- Love you more.
- Anthony, good to see you!
- Yeah, hi.
- How you holding up?
- Okay.
What are you gonna do
with him and school?
- ANTHONY: Um, excuse me?
- What?
Your car's getting towed.
Oh, fuck!
Good eye.
(WINCH WHIRRING)
Whoa, stop, stop.
- Told ya!
- Stop!
- (ELECTRONIC VOICE): Back off.
- Jesus!
N-No, listen, I-I'll move it.
Could you just put it down?
- No can do.
- Come on, man. I'm right here.
Read the sign.
That sign was probably
written by that fucking moron.
That fucking moron is my brother.
Ah, that-that's enough.
Gee. Watch it with the hook!
Don't fuck with me, asshole.
I'll gut you like a fish.
I used to date him.
Bring it on, Captain Hook.
Okay, okay. Hold on. Hold on!
Will $1,000 makes this right?
Sandra, I got this.
No, you don't. Well?
Two.
- Kill him, Danny.
- Hang on.
$1,500.
Deal.
You are a lucky man.
- I'm lucky? You're lucky.
- All right.
I have so much love for you right now,
I can't even express it in words.
That's very sweet. I
want every penny back.
(GRANDMA CRYING)
(MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)
(CRYING CONTINUES)
(QUIETLY): Mahnanga.
Frank?
Mahnanga.
Oh. Dear God, thank you.
Rayfield!
I'm here, my darling. Talk to me.
Hey, what's going on?
Frank's alive. He's back.
(QUIETLY): Mahnanga.
Kind of.
ANTHONY: I'm so glad we're going home.
Good.
Modesto sucks ass.
Hey! I grew up there.
Explains a lot.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Yeah?
- DANNY: There's a rest stop in about five miles.
Why don't we gas up and hit the head?
- Right behind you.
- (CALL BEEPS OFF)
Do that to me one more time ♪
Once is never enough ♪
Be nice for Sandra and
Anthony to have you around
for a, uh, little while.
- Mm.
- Hmm.
It's not a big house,
but, uh, we'll make do.
I can never get enough
of a man like you ♪
(SONG WITH LOUD BASS PLAYS ON CAR RADIO)
(CAR HORN TOOTS)
Mm.
That's Ray. Got to go.
Say "hi" for me.
- So glad to have you back.
- Mm.
(CHUCKLES) Me, too.
Here you go.
- What's that?
- I made you lunch.
DANNY: Oh. Thanks.
And you, uh, wrote my name on it.
Question. If I were to make
a small wager on the Sacramento Kings,
is that something I
can do with you orally,
or is there a paper trail?
Oh, Wendy, I don't think it's
a good idea to take your action.
What? My money's not
good enough for you?
No, it's just that we're family,
and the truth is, you can't
win, not in the long run.
Here's ten dollars. I want the Kings.
Help me out here?
Just take her money.
(SIGHS)
All right, do you want 'em to
win, or you want the spread?
- They're getting eight points.
- Paper said eight and a half.
Fine. You're down.
You see him try to
weasel me out of the hook?
(SONG WITH LOUD BASS PLAYS)
What you got there?
It's my lunch.
You on a budget?
Mother-in-law's trying to help.
Ah, yeah.
How long is that going on?
Till I'm dead.
- How's Frank?
- He's a fucking eggplant.
So I take it the honeymoon's off?
The honeymoon is Grandma
feeding him applesauce
and wiping his ass.
It's a bad beat for her.
If I ever end up in a vegetative state,
promise you'll pull the plug.
I'm not committing murder
so you can have your dignity.
It's not murder. It's assisted suicide.
When it's a Black guy doing
it to a white guy, it's murder.
(BABY COOING)
What the fuck?!
Sharise is at a
bachelorette party in Vegas,
so Junior's with me for
the next couple of days.
You brought a baby on our rounds?
I can't ask Grandma to watch him.
- She's at the hospital with Frank.
- Oh, for God's sake.
Well, you give me an alternative.
This does not help our street cred.
(RAY SIGHS)
(JUNIOR COOS)
(LOUD SLURPING)
Mmm. Meaty.
You sure he can't have an oyster?
- I'm sure.
- Oh. I tried.
Danny, what's up? You're not eating.
Just had a baloney sandwich.
(LAUGHING): You had a baloney sandwich.
Did you cut the crust off
it? What are you, nine?
- Why are we here, Walt?
- Why do I ever call?
To make you guys money.
Speed it up. I can feel
my prostate enlarging.
All right. What do you know about Botox?
It's for wrinkles. Why?
I got a dermatologist,
lost six figures on
get this Wimbledon.
And, uh, she didn't have it,
so me being the flexible fellow
that I am, I took a
boatload of Botox in trade.
- So what's the play?
- Last we spoke,
- your wife had a retail establishment, correct?
- Yeah.
She sells candles, vases and
bullshit made out of driftwood.
To aging women with furrowed brows.
- Oh.
- Oh!
Oh, the pitch makes
it over baloney mountain.
- So what's our piece? (CLEARS THROAT)
- WALT: You know, I-I
I'm supplying all the Botox
and the and the needles
and-and what have you,
so, uh, 80-20.
- 50-50.
- Done and done.
Ah, Scooter?
We're gonna need a bottle
of bubbly for the table,
and a fresh apple juice for
the little jefe over here.
- (JUNIOR FUSSING)
- Oh, no, you'll get your apple juice.
Hey. Hey, Danny, while I got you here,
would you happen to know
any deep-pocketed individuals
who might want to own
a mature Komodo dragon?
It's from the Mike Tyson Collection,
so, you know it's real Komodo.
(QUIETLY): Mahnanga?
Damn it, Frank, what's that mean?
I don't know what that means.
- Mahnanga.
- Mahnanga, what?
- Marion?
- What?
How about Hector takes you
home, get a little rest?
No, I can't leave him.
Oh, no. I'll stay with
Frank until you get back.
I don't even know you.
Yeah. I-I was at your wedding.
Ray and I are seeing each other.
Oh.
How far along are you?
No, no. I'm not pregnant.
And not gonna be.
We just like each other a lot.
- Look at me.
- Mm?
Like, love, don't matter.
Do not let my grandson
ride bareback on your ass.
- Yes, ma'am.
- And you know something?
I I could use a break.
If you want, we could
stop, get something to eat.
That would be nice, thank you.
I love you.
Mahnanga.
- What's mahnanga?
- I have no fucking idea.
There you go. $4200. Well done.
Thanks. You hearing footsteps?
'Cause I'm kind of on a run.
Evidently. Just take it easy on me, huh?
No promises.
Douchebag's down 112 grand for the year.
He has two good
Sundays, all of a sudden,
he thinks he's a fucking expert.
Hey, you paying attention?
You don't bet on sports.
No, you don't.
- (LAUGHING)
- Can I get a white wine?
And who are you, young man?
Oh, this is Ray Junior.
ALANA: Ray Junior,
you're one handsome guy.
- Got that right.
- (LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Ray Senior.
I see the resemblance.
- (ALANA LAUGHS)
- You watching this?
Five grand says the big
motherfucker gets laid.
Of course he's gonna get laid.
- The question is when.
- Tonight.
No chance.
She's got too much class.
We got a bet?
You're down.
You know, I should bring
my kid into the bar.
Maybe he can help me
out with the frauleins.
- Oh. How old's your kid?
- 48.
You gave us a real scare, my friend.
Somebody your age goes down that hard,
they usually stay down.
- Mahnanga.
- Mahnanga, indeed.
You know, looking at you lying here,
circling the drain, and
I can't help thinking,
is this my future?
Is this what I have to look forward to?
Old, decrepit,
forced to listen to some
crazy bitch I never met,
and all I can do is grunt?
- Mahnanga.
- Let me finish.
Every day, you wake up
knowing you can't walk,
can't talk, can't do anything.
You can forget about fucking.
Best you could hope for is
to sit behind some
kind of one-way mirror
and watch your beloved cum on
the face of some other whore.
- Mahnanga?
- Okay, sorry. Maybe that was a little much.
I guess what I'm saying is
that time waits for no one.
I got to make some
decisions about who I am
and where I'm headed
before I'm, you know,
team mahnanga.
What?
You know I'm right.
- Sip.
- (SIPPING LOUDLY)
RAY: Oh, hey, I got a big ask.
- What?
- Can you watch Ray Junior tonight?
- Are you serious?
- I met somebody at the bar.
- Fuck.
- What?
Sandra loves spending time with him.
You don't have to do anything.
It's not that. I bet Petey five grand
that you wouldn't get laid tonight.
Oh.
Well, how about I push till tomorrow
and me and you we can chop the pot?
- I love you.
- Yeah.
Now you be a good boy.
Daddy's got to go to work.
- Hey, Brad.
- Danny.
- What the fuck?
- This is Ray Junior.
I'm just watching him while
his mom is out of town.
Oh. So you're not running
some kind of bookie day care?
Nah. Just pay us, and we'll get going.
Why? Got to buy a breast pump?
Yeah, very funny.
You do understand you
kind of look like a bitch.
- I do.
- Like the poster for one of those shitty movies
that The Rock used to make
before he realized he wasn't funny.
How about you just give us our money?
How about I throw in another grand
and you take that pacifier,
and you put it in your mouth,
and I take a picture for my Insta?
- Are you done?
- Almost.
Did you have a C-section
to protect your figure,
or did this adorable
child pop out of your ass?
Can you hold him for a minute?
Sure.
There we go.
See what happens when
you fuck with your daddy?

Yeah ♪
Yeah ♪
I love Jimmy Luxury ♪
Yeah ♪
Hey, hey, lada dada ♪
I'll see you tomorrow in Havana ♪
I love Jimmy Luxury ♪
Hey, hey. ♪
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