Monster Party

- Hey, dudes! I'm Hilah, and welcome to "Hilah Cooking."

So I'm gonna show you this really awesome,

real easy cucumber and onion marinated salad today

that is great for all your picnics and stuff

'cause it is starting to get...

Yo.

Come on, come on. - Quiet, quiet.

- Hey, do you have a minute to talk about

trying to save the rainforest?

A $5 contribution will help save 50 acres of rainforest!

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

- Can I help you? - Hey!

Are you the Claptons? - Yes, we are.

- Hi. Yeah, I'm... I'm Gretchen.

I'm here with Save the Rainforest.

Do you two have a minute to talk about

how we could go back to a sustainable Earth?

There's a "no soliciting" sign.

Oh, yeah. No, I saw that.

I'm just "canopying" to try to save the rainforests,

so if you two had just a minute to talk about

how we could try to save the planet...

Tell you what.

Here's 20 bucks. - Oh.

- Please don't come back. - Cool.

Oh, hey! Um, wait, guys.

Do you want to sign up for my newsletter?

- No. - No, thanks.

Fuckers.

Here we go. 234 pesos.

De nada.

How much you got saved?

- I got like $600 buried in my backyard.

Nah, ain't enough, Cas.

Yeah, no shit.

Small-time B&E ain't gonna be enough

to get me and my dad out of here.

- Yeah, we should definitely hit something big tomorrow.

Oh, I can't.

I'm working that dinner-party thing tomorrow night.

I told you this. - Why serve when you can steal?

- Every penny counts when you're pregnant.

Unless you want me to raise our baby in a crack house,

because that is the alternative, Dodge.

- Yo, Cas. You should see this place, man.

It's like a fucking palace.

I keep trying to get Iris to fucking nab it with me.

No.

- They got a safe in the master bedroom.

Them fucking yuppie scums won't know what hit them.

- Is it electronic? - No. Shut the fuck up, Dodge.

They're not yuppies. They're nice people.

- Nice people don't live in Malibu.

- No, besides, they've got, like, security cameras and shit.

There's just no way we could take a place like that.

It would be impossible.

- Yeah, well, I'm just... - So leave it.

I'm just saying.

And time.

Dad?

Dad?

Hey.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

I'm looking for Emory.

He's occupied.

He's here with my dad.

I know he's here.

All right.

What is this?

Come here. Piece of shit.

Sit him down.

Emory...

- So your dad has a gambling problem.

How much?

Come here.

It's a lot.

It's enough money.

Emory...

I'll get the money.

Just give me a few hours.

- Hey, hey, hey. Hey! Hey! No, man.

Hey. No. Fuck!

- What? - Just don't.

Just don't. - Just what?

- Just don't. Please, just don't.

Look, I can, um...

I-I can get it, okay?

You... You just keep him here, and I can get your money.

I mean, you kill him, you don't get your money.

Give me a shot.

I can get it. I can get it.

Sunday.

$10,000.

You fuck with me...

I'm gonna burn your dad alive.

Okay.

Consider this my...

- No. - Advance payment.

Hey! No!

Aaah!

Call the police.

He'll kill my dad if he thinks

anything weird's happening.

He'd come after me without a question.

So, what are you gonna do?

- Well, you know, you said you got to work tomorrow, right?

- Casper, no. - Yes.

I think this idea is brilliant.

N-No.

You guys, that place is insane.

It's like we'd need two weeks minimum to plan that out.

- You've been there. - Indeed you have, babe.

- No. Shut the fuck up, Dodge.

If we get caught, do you know what happens?

- If anything bad happens, Cas and I take the rap.

You'll be fine. - Great, yeah.

That's totally what I want to hear.

- Look, Iris, I'd never ask you to do this if I wasn't serious.

Yeah, he's a fuckup, but he's still my dad.

If we don't do this, we're all in big fucking trouble, okay?

Guys.

Please.

All right, well...

Fuck.

Press the call button.

- Hello? - Hi, Mrs. Dawson.

It's the servers for tonight.

You're not Brandon.

- No, no, no, no. Brandon and... - Jeff.

- Jeff came down with a 24-hour thing,

so, um, they've been having a really rough day,

so we're coming to help with Iris.

Hey, Miss Dawson!

You know where to park.

- So I know for a fact they have security cameras

in most of the first floor,

but I don't know where it's controlled by.

We go in, we do our jobs,

we don't draw attention to ourselves.

Eye up the place as best we can,

get out with whatever cash we got.

Simple as a pimple.

Holy shit.

What the fuck?

- We are so late, and we need to get so ready.

Oh.

My God.

What is this one wearing?

Oh, uh, I'm sorry, Miss Dawson.

It was just short notice. - And this one?

I-I said black slacks. Slacks.

Not jeans.

And you, my dear, you're gonna go into the bathroom,

and you're gonna fix your hair

and take that thing off your head.

And you...

Elliot!

Can I help?

Can you take these two upstairs

and have Elliot dress them appropriately?

Okay, Mother.

Thank you, darling.

Wait. I need your phones.

- Wait. Why? - Ringing, privacy.

You'll be busy attending to the guests.

- We'll just turn them off. - Do you want to get paid?

- Y-Yeah. - Now.

Thank you.

Go.

Let's go chop some tomatoes.

So, what's your guys' names?

- Dodge. - Uh, Casper.