Shut Eye

Previously on "Shut Eye"...

I have this bad habit

of fucking up the good things in my life.

And you've been good to me.

So, of course, I'm going to try to fuck it up.

Police! Get on the ground!

It's okay, Charlie.

Linda would say that you're feeding my delusion.

I'm feeding your curiosity,

which is something you cannot have enough of in this business.

Fonso Marks of the Gypsies.

And you fuck with Gypsies,

Gypsies fuck you.

All right.

I asked a question, I got an answer.

No hard feelings, right?

We are on the precipice of something here.

I know you can feel that.

You don't think I have someone?

It's fucking hard, but I bury it.

I put it to one side for the sake of the work,

for the sake of what we are trying to achieve.

Go home to your family, Charlie.

I got a feeling, Foster,

that you and I are going to be great friends.

There are a lot of rules involved in being my friend.

And it usually requires making a few new enemies.

The most important part of the con

is actually identifying the right mark, right,

someone ready to be taken.

Charlie, please, take over the retreat.

They need help as much as I do.

I can't.

Maggie will be there.

She'll talk you through it.

Let's get you checked out.

I think that's a good idea.

Charlie?

Charlie, open the door. I have a present for you.

It's from your mom.

My mom's in jail.

You never heard of visiting hours?

She wanted me to give it to you. Come on. Open up.

Open the door, Charlie.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What are you doing?

What about her?

We're not here for her.

Oh, my God! Aah!

Syl.

Wake up, get dressed.

Leave me alone! I just want to sleep!

It's visiting day. Come on, let's go.

Ugh!

Hey!

Hi, guys! Sit down!

Look! Oh, you guys are the best!

I was just starting to go in withdrawals.

You smoked a whole carton? It's only been a week.

No, of course not. I traded most of them for perks.

You would be proud of Mom. I'm getting to know the system.

So, how's tricks, guys?

You having big fun at Auntie's?

Her house stinks.

Oh, yeah? She stinks.

Shut up, Sylvia.

What's eating you, kid?

You mean other than you're in jail?

Baby.

I just couldn't sleep is all.

Oh. You never could.

Me, neither.

He had a bad dream.

Last night?

He woke up screaming like a baby.

Charlie, what'd you dream about?

Uh, Syl, why don't you give your brother and I a minute, huh?

Okay? Manny, can you help my daughter?

Thanks.

Okay, baby. Mnh-mnh.

Bye!

All right.

Tell me what's going on.

It was just a dream.

The woman, the one that you did deals with,

she came to the house,

but she wasn't alone.

Did they have guns?

And, uh, someone got hurt?

Do you know who Jeane Dixon is?

The White House Psychic?

I hear the First Lady, she won't even...

she won't even make a move without consulting her.

And I read her book a while back,

and she talks about these sort of dreams

she has that come true.

Like, she saw Kennedy get shot long before it ever happened.

They're called premonitions.

Yes! Right! Okay, yes.

So, what if your dream is one of those?

You said psychics aren't real.

Yeah, I know, I know. But...

I had the same dream last night.

Charlie...

they shot her.

They shot your auntie, right?

Oh, my God. Um, okay.

You need to get your sister, and you need to get out of there.

What are you talking about? It's like JFK.

Charlie, this is a warning. They are coming for you.

Listen to me. They are coming. Come on, Haverford.

It's not a dream. Let's go.

Charlie, listen to me. Get your sister and run!

Don't wait. Do you hear me?!

You're late. I, uh, took a little detour

through the Twilight Zone.

You're not lying to me, but you're not telling me the truth.

Oh.

You think you can read me that well?

Better every day.

Something happened to you, hence the sour demeanor.

No, I'm just worried about Paz.

Now you're lying.

Why aren't you?

Aren't I what? Worried about Paz.

Not so much since I spoke to him.

He seemed stable, calm.

I think they gave him meds.

That'll do it.

I wanted to thank you for saving my ass this weekend.

You do remember my ass, don't you?

You seemed pretty preoccupied with it

the other day. Maggie, come on.

Oh, I am only trying to break you out of your funk.

You're poised, Charlie.

You're gonna do great things this weekend.

You're gonna help a lot of souls.

Make a shit-load of money for you.

Make us a shit-load of money.

Right, "us."

What's this?

This is your home away from home.

No Wi-Fi, no mini-bar?

Well, Paz preferred a simple, Gandhi-esque lifestyle

while in the confines of the retreat.

Gandhi was a big believer in celibacy.

Yeah, no sex before seminars.

Wise words.

What is it, Charlie? Tell me.

What is bothering you?

It's here, isn't it?

Where you helped Paz hear the universe?

Indeed.

It is the perfect environment for hypnosis.

Or manipulation. Or therapy,

depending on your point of view.

What's your point of view, Maggie?

You should try it.

It's really rather soothing.

No, thanks.

I'll pass.

Come on. Let me introduce you to the rest of the team.

Folks, this... is Charlie.

Hello, folks.

We have data collection, event staff,

marketing, and security.

And Elizabeth you've already met.

Liz, please.

Oh, right. Yeah.

I've been tweaking your schedule for Saturday.

I'd like to go over it with you. I need to make a call.

Paz never used the phone on retreat.

I'm not Paz.

I don't

You just accelerate with the right-trigger. Right here.

Right trigger. Okay, okay, okay.

Hold that one. Yeah. Oh, my God!

There's a turn. There's a turn. There's a left turn.

I don't understand! Can you turn?

Oh, my God. Shift up, okay.

All right. Um, B!

B! B! Press B! I'm doing B! Wait, wait.

This is shit.

Hi, honey. Hey. How you doing?

I'm good. Still good.

Yeah, I don't mean to bother you,

I just wanted to make sure you're all right.

You're not a bother. You just haven't called this much

since I was pregnant.

Trying to tell me something?

Shut the fuck up.

How's it going out there? You full of peace and truth?

I'm definitely full of something.

It's just not my audience. It's... It's not my style.

Bullshit, you'll be great. Oh, shit!

What? You... Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, just a kitchen crisis.

I got to go.

Okay, bye.

Come on, one more. I can't.