Deadbeat - First Season

Hey, where are we going, anyway?

Remember the time when you borrowed my iPad

to figure how to get a more powerful shower head?

Yeah.

Oh!

Remember the time I gave you my Armani jacket

to impress this high-profile client?

Okay, I remember that.

W-What's the point here?

That I'm a horrible person.

No, you're not a horrible person.

It's, like, those favors add up.

- Let's not mention... - You're keeping tally?

All the free drugs I've been giving you.

Don't bring the drugs into it, man, we're friends.

- Yeah, we're friends. - Yeah.

You may be popping a lot of mileage, okay?

- All right. - And my friends pay me back.

All right, okay. Well, how about this?

I got a solution right here. How about we're not friends?

How about we're merely acquaintances?

Look, I got a way you can pay this off.

A newsstand. And I own it.

- You what? - I own it.

I had no idea you were such a media mongrel, man!

Actually, just to clean my greens.

- Oh! - This is all cash business,

no questions asked.

- Know what I'm saying? - Yeah, sort of.

I'm gonna need you to run the place for a day or two,

until I find something more sustainable.

Can you do that? We'll be even.

It's easy, all you got to do is open, close the place.

This is literally a cake walk for you.

All you got to do is simply... exist.

Okay. Well, it's good.

That's good news because if there's one thing I'm good at

it's simply just existing.

Also I'm pretty good at talking to girls.

That's the second thing that I'm good at.

Don't let me down.

No. Never. I won't. I won't.

Thank you. Thank you for trusting me with this.

Of course.

Now, before you take off,

I believe there was some mention of a cake walk?

- Hey, boss. - Hey.

Hey, you have some of them paper from last week

you lookin' to unload?

Last week? Come on, man, that's old news.

No, no, me don't need the news, me just need da weight.

Me have a blanket that move on its own.

No wind, no reason.

Just move about the place.

Could be a ghost.

Why you say that?

Primordially, I'm kind of a medium.

This is just my side gig. Don't be fooled.

Sounds like to me what you're dealing with here...

textbook apparitional attachment.

Would you take a look?

No... No, no. I gotta stay here.

I promised my friend. He's counting on me.

Man, listen, you work hard, you deserved a break.

- You earned it. - Yeah.

- Yeah, it has been 25 minutes. - Yeah, man.

Anyway...

this is the Bootleggah Row

- where we sell with things there, - Oh.

whatever you need.

You need clothes, jewelry... you name it, we have it.

Them call me Gucci Man.

Of course, I sell Gucci... mainly.

And this the blanket I bring you here for.

It belong to my friend Shaky Hands.

But now him dead.

Ever since him gone, that blanket move around

like a mad girl that dirty whines.

Scaring my customer there.

Yeah. Well, doesn't look like he's here now.

- Easy, easy, easy. - That's okay.

Take a closer look.

I'm not really getting anything, Gucci.

I gotta get back to my newsstand now.

No, easy, man.

Listen, we need your help. Please, man.

Whatever you... Name your price.

We'll have it.

Maybe I can have this charming little Duffle right here.

Easy, man, that's a real thing.

That's real Gucci. Retail, $2,000.

- Ew! - Yeah, man.

Maybe me give you a good deal if you get rid of the ghost.

Let's say you'll have $50!

- 50... I don't know. - You know, forget it, man.

Okay, well... Yeah... okay, deal, $50.

Oh, that's too low.

- I lose so much. - All right, all right, 75...

- $75, please? - You know what...

you have a deal but you don't tell no one.

We got ourselves a good deal. You understand?

- What deal? - I knew I like you, man.

Let's get you out of there. Check those on your face.

Well, put a hat on you.

Put a little cap on you.

Come on out and join us.

How about... uh...

How about a cigarette?

Hey!

Oh, you're one tough guy.

You wanna know a tough guy?

No. Oh, you're tough.

Come on!

Ow!

You know how much that hurt?

What are you doin' with my blanket?

Your blanket?

Here, Shaky Hands.

- Who told you that? - Your friend, Gucci Main.

Gucci? He's the one who gave me that dumb-ass nickname.

My real name's Melville.

- Melville? - Yeah.

Where the name Shaky Hands come from?

I'm a bootlegger. DVDs.

I used to sit in the back of a theater, filming movies

like it was my job, but I got tremors in my hands.

All my movies look like Bourne Identity.

Shit's going all over the place.

Hence, "Shaky Hands."

- Oh, that's not even clever. - That's what I said!

But you know how nicknames are.

The more you complain, the more they stick.

I hear you. When I was in grade school,

my friends started to call me Shit Eater because one time...

Anyway, that's neither here nor there.

The point is, I'm here to finish

your unfinished business. What are you, a medium?

- Yes. - How does this shit work?

- Just tell me what I can do to help. - Okay.

Now, the day I died...

I went to this French art house place.

I don't know what it was that day,

I was in the zone.

I filmed the steadiest movie of my life.

About 90 minutes in,

two guys entered the theater.

Walked over to front row guy.

Straight up murder his ass!

At first, they didn't realize I was there,

but noticed the red light of my camera.

They chased me for blocks,

but thankfully, I was able to duck down an alley,

stash the camera,

and just barely escaped with my life.

Where'd he go?

This way! This way!

Later that day, my throat... slit.

Those goons found you and straight up murdered your ass?

No, shaving accident. My own fault.

- Shaky Hands. - We ought to get that tape.

Got it. You want to expose the murder you witnessed.

What? No!

That was the steadiest film I've ever done.

Oh!

See, I need you to get the tape, so you can show my friends

so they can stop calling me Shaky Hands!

Oh.

I stashed the camera around the corner.

- Let's go. - Okay, all right.

As long as we're back in two shakes.

As long as we're back in two minutes.

Lead the way.

Here's the other thing I don't get about being a ghost.

You saw I can move that blanket, right?

- Yeah. - How come I can't do this?

- I can't pick it up, man. - Yeah, it's the pits.

You can do things, but you can't do anything

that'll physically affect your unfinished business,

like the one thing you want to do.

Ain't that some shit?

It is some shit, but it keeps me in a job.

Ahh! Ahh!

- Come on, man! - Ha-ha-ha!

Oh, you should've seen your face.

Just like when someone sneaks up behind you.

You know... Blah! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Help!

Shakes.

Hey, police! Call 911!

Okay, w-who are you, guys?

And why are all so attractive?

Have you ever heard of the Mafia?

Yeah, You don't sound Italian.

We are The Swedish Mafia.

I didn't know there was a Swedish Mafia.

We are new.

Good for you guys. Solid.

I need to tell you you got to let me go.

I don't know why I'm here

but I'm supposed to be watching my friends newsstand, okay?