Shut Eye

Previously on "Shut Eye"...

We are in the center of a shitstorm, Charlie.

The cops are watching us.

White Tony... he's our master, we're his property.

Fucking Fonso wants to kill us, and we are gonna lose Nick.

We need to go after all of them.

Didn't I show you loyalty?

I woke up today a million dollars poorer.

Now, you're gonna make things right financially.

These families will be joined.

A marriage between Fonso's eldest, Drina,

and White Tony's son, Little Tony.

This better be about my money, Charlie.

Have you ever been to a gypsy wedding?

The money belongs to White Tony.

With the Roma unity as my guiding principle,

that is my decree.

We have to abide by the law. We have no choice.

Okay, Mom.

Do I know you?

If we'd met, you'd remember.

Now, give me your motherfucking watch.

Thank you.

Gadje.

New life!

The hammer belonged to her grandfather.

It was supposed to be a gift for the bride.

I... I knew there was bad blood.

I didn't think it would come to this.

Your grandmother did a bad, bad thing.

Ma'am? Hands where I can see them.

Charlie?

Stealing from gypsies, however,

will fuck you inside and out.

Fonso.

Like all great short cons,

three-card monte is deceptively simple...

two black cards, one red card.

I like using the Queen of Hearts because, well...

Lady Luck.

Your job... follow the Queen.

Where is she?

Very good. See? It's simple.

Two black cards, one red card.

Follow the Queen. Where is she now?

Winner, winner.

Shall we make a little wager this time?

Easy money.

I'm sure you got a few dollar bills

still stuck in your panties.

You ass.

This is not my true calling, and you know it.

I know. I know.

You're like me...

proud practitioner of the ancient art of grift.

You ever use a shill?

Only when I want to draw a crowd or bend a corner.

Well, the longer I sit here, Charles, the less I make.

Follow the Queen.

'Round and 'round she goes. Where she stops...

Where is she?

What is your secret, Charlie?

Lifts, cold decking, dealing from the basement.

It's just standard stuff.

No, I said, "What is your secret?"

You've been coming in here once, twice a week, all summer.

This is the first time you don't have a mark in tow,

some sucker you're trying to sell swampland to.

I'm better than that.

No, you were better than that, 'til you got busted.

Did a short stint, got out, got married, had a kid.

You tried to play it straight, but it didn't take.

You're back to running short cons,

not for cash... for joy.

Your marriage is rocky, but your little girl's fab,

and she misses her daddy somethin' fierce.

How the fuck did you know...

I will tell you my secret if you buy me another.

Plenty of cash.

In other words, you don't need to con.

Parole officer's business card,

your wife's Clark County health insurance card,

and a note...

from a young lady named Vicki.

Yeah, it's my 5-year-old daughter.

How'd you know my marriage was on the rocks?

Is it?

That's quite a pull.

But it's no magic.

Well, I don't know if you've heard, Charles,

but folks really can't make magic.

I beg to differ.

You once said you always wanted to see the Pacific Ocean.

Ever since I was back in Georgia.

Bus fare only got me as far as this dump.

Close your eyes.

Really?

Really.

Okay...

Charles K. Haverford...

if that's even your name.

Here we go.

You did it.

You made magic for me.

I hope it won't be the last time.

Promise me something.

Let's never con each other.

Never.

Hey. Nick.

What the fuck?!

Don't say "fuck"!

Get in the fucking car now.

I don't understand. Where are we going?

Seattle. Portland.

Which one?

Portland. Seattle.

Oh, my God.

When are we coming back?

Never, honey. I told you... we're moving.

What?

Mom, what about my stuff?

What about school?

We'll find you a good school.

I like my school.

Mom, I do.

No, you don't. You hate it there.

What are you talking about? You don't know me!

This... This is crazy. This is... This is stupid.

This is so like you two.

You never tell me anything!

Dad, I don't... I don't really know what you do.

Mom, I don't know who you are.

You... You're always in trouble.

You two, you just...

you fuck everything up!

Fuck's sake!

Charlie!

He's right... we need to turn around,

and we need to go back home.

What...

You said Fonso knows we have his money.

You said that your... your vision thing told you so.

We need to get back in the car and get the fuck out of here!

I'm sorry. It's not funny.

He will kill us.

I know. I know.

What is so fucking funny?

The irony of it all.

The irony?

Somewhere, somebody up there...

God, Buddha, Wicked Witch of the West,

or all three... are staring down at me

and laughing their fucking asses off.

Don't you see, honey?

I'm a fraud, a charlatan, a fake.

So what do they give me?

A real vision thing.

I saw bleeding roses.

I saw doughnuts boiling in oil.

I saw gypsy nails raining down from the sky.

I saw the future, Linda.

And I was afraid.

Well, I'm not afraid anymore.

Honey.

I am.

I am fucking terrified, Charlie.

No, no, no, no, honey. It's gonna be all right.

All we have to do is stick to the plan.

The... The plan? I thought this was the plan.

I thought that we were gonna get the fuck out.

No, the plan we made in Vegas...

to have our own shop in sunny L. A.

Next to swimming pools and fucking movie stars.

We need to go home and give Fonso his money

and get him out of our lives.

What about White T, Incorporated?

What about that? Don't we still work for them?

I have a plan for that, too.

It's gonna take a little while,

but we're gonna get them all out.

Then what?

And then we'll live happily ever after.

Hey!

Are we moving or what?!

Change of plans, buddy. Change of plans.

Come on, man. I got children.

Can't we just fucking go already?

You asshole.

What is taking so long?

Ma?

Ma!

I got your message.

Leaving town?

Thought about it.

But I didn't think you'd like it.

Well, that's good thinking.

I was thinking, too...

about your magic trick.

White Tony fucked me.

The bride and groom were supposed to disappear