Flaked

Look, all I did was deliver the message. You can't...

No, all you did was save Venice.

That hotel would have killed me and the restaurant.

From now on, you eat for free.

Look, I'm just...

I'm happy to be of service.

Look, man, why don't you come by the council meeting here tonight?

We need more people like you who care about our community.

You keep going like this, you'll be the real Mayor of Venice.

All right, Oscar.

- Politics? -

Ich bin ein Berliner.

So, how did you save Venice?

Truth be told, I got a little help from Tilly.

- Tilly? - Yeah.

What the hell did she get out of it?

I gave her the one thing that would make her truly happy.

Divorce.

- - Yes!

Whoo!

Oh, man. That was a close game.

Yeah.

- You played well. - Yeah. Thank you.

- That backhand felt really good today. - Yeah.

I did not sleep well last night.

Uh-huh.

No, just... the bed in the guesthouse is...

- Here it comes. - No, it's just so uneven.

You just moved back in and you're already complaining?

Wait, wait. Are you complaining about the guesthouse?

Or are you just making excuses for why you just lost?

Both. I mean, neither.

It's just, after all those...

the years of listening to you complain about the bed in there,

I never took you seriously.

Sorry.

Okay.

So, I just won this set, fair and square, right?

That's not my decision.

Shit.

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Wait. Whoa, whoa! What the fuck is going on?

- Put that shit down! - Easy, man.

- Finally kicking me out, huh? - What did you expect, Chip?

I mean, you cost me four million dollars.

Jerry, that wasn't me. I had... that was Save Venice, man.

You fucked me out of four million dollars. I know you did.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Oh? You're sorry?

You're... you're sorry?

Oh, God, I didn't realize you were sorry. Wow.

I mean, I still can't believe that you fucked me.

Actually, I'm... I'm proud of you.

But you're still kicking me out, huh?

Oh, Chip...

- It's nothing personal. - Tilly know?

What do I care?

It's just that I saw her the other day, and I made it perfectly clear that...

either I stay in the store or the truth comes out.

Oh, about the accident?

Yeah.

So, it was a bluff?

I was serious.

The truth always comes out in the end.

Chip, I just don't think that the truth is the good friend that you think it is.

How so?

I mean, I've been watching you for, what, ten years now?

And, you know, you've made a really nice life for yourself out here, I'd say.

The "Mayor of Venice" life, you know?

And... And with your troubled past

that gives you so much credibility in the neighborhood and in your meetings.

Yeah. Oh, and the chicks.

We shouldn't even talk about the chicks at all, right?

Are you really sure you want to give all that up?

I mean, for what?

Just because you want the truth to come out?

I don't think you want that. You know why?

Because you're a fake, Chip.

And the truth destroys a... a fake.

So, it was a bluff.

Come on, guys. Keep it up.

- Hey, Jerry. - Hey, Chevy.

- Hey! - Hey, Dennis.

- Uh, look, I know what's going on. - What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm going to give you the opportunity to come clean here.

- Seriously, I... - Yeah?

- Is this about me and Stefan? - I don't give a shit about that.

Then I have no idea what you're talking about.

- The wine, Kara. - Here?

No. The wine... No, the wine in the cellar.

The one that I told you I wasn't going to open.

What the fuck? What about the wine?

Wait. That wasn't you, was it?

Wait. You thought that I stole a thousand-dollar bottle of wine.

No. No, no, no. I'm so... I thought that you drank it.

Fuck you, Dennis.

- I'm sorry. I... - What?

- Dennis! Jesus! - Sorry! I'm sorry.

What the fuck?

How long you worked for Topher?

About a year. Over a year.

But you... you've done this sort of thing before?

Oh, yeah.

You got a family?

Yeah. I got two kids, eight and ten. And a wife, of course.

Of course.

You guys live in a house?

Yeah. We're up in Northern California... in a house.

That's a hell of a commute.

I take the company plane.

You mean...

You... You fly it? Or...

Sorry. It really... It shouldn't be too much longer. He's on a call.

Chip?

- Chip! -

Hey, buddy. Is that you?

- - Oh, shit! Uh, sorry. Sorry!

Fuck!

Hey, Chip. What's the matter? Phone not working?

- No, it's nothing like that. - So, what can I do for you?

Well, how do you know it's not the other way around?

What I can do for you.

- Is it? - No.

- Yeah. Okay, talk to me. - I'm getting kicked out of the store.

Okay.

And I know we talked about it before and we even got really close, but...

- You want me to buy the store? - No, I want to buy the store.

But, in order to do that...

I'm a little short, is all.

Sorry, you... you want me to give you four million dollars?

- Think of it as a loan between friends. - You're not that good of a friend.

- So, you'll think about it? - No.

- You won't even think about it? - I just did and the answer is no.

- I'm sorry that you feel that way. - You can't stop a tide, Chip.

- Change is inevitable. - Okay.

Even if I did give you the four million dollars,

the hotel development is still going to happen.

- Yeah, well, I stopped it once before. - You stopped Wiener and Kaufmann.

It's only a matter of time before someone else comes along.

You?

I thought you loved this place. The vibe, the community...

"This... this is real." What, you're going to just sell out, just like that?

There's no selling out, Chip. There's only buying in.

How did you stop Wiener and Kaufmann?

I got a lot of pull in this town. You know that.

Save Venice? What, are you their leader or something?

Something like that.

Actually, maybe you can be of service.

Our lives would be a whole lot easier

if we got a good reaction at the meeting tonight.

- - Cooler!

Cooler, come on out, man!

Give me a sec, dude! I just got in!

- Whoa! Jesus, man! - What? It sounded urgent.

I know, but... come on.

- Use another towel. - This is the only clean one I had.

What the fuck, dude?

Okay, listen, I... don't sit on the couch, man!

Dude, what did you want to talk to me about, man?

Look, you need to get in touch with all the Save Venice people, okay?

Just, everybody. Stefan and Gypsy and Terrance and Uno. Everybody.

- You want to do a party? - No, man.

The hotel development is back on.

What? But you already talked to the Wiener, man. You killed it.

Yeah, it turns out it was just a flesh wound.

That's why you need to mobilize the troops.

Get everybody on the same page before the big town council meeting tonight.

We got to make sure that the...

good people of Venice vote the right way.

This is, like, a "for real" deal emergency type situation.

This is serious.

Fuck yeah, dude.

What are you doing? This has to happen now.

Dude, like, right now?

A 2005?

Sorry. I'm unable to get to the phone right now

on account that it's in my ass pocket and I got it on vibrate.

- So, I like to let it ring. -

Hey, George. It's Dennis. Uh, look, I really need to talk to you.

It's about Chip. He's... in trouble, you know?

If you know what I mean.

David?

Hey, Claire.

Or is it, uh, "London" now?

I like the new look.

How'd you find me?

- Does it... Does it matter? - No. Just, um...

you promised.

Yeah, I know... to give you space and time.

I just didn't expect you to take so much of it, is all.

Yeah, neither did I.

I actually started thinking that since so much time had passed, that...

you know, that she wanted me to come find her,

kind of, like, a test or proof that I loved you.

- Here I am. - I'm sorry, David.

You... You have some food in your...

Look, I just... I can't wait around forever, Claire.

You're going to have to decide. Me or...

that guy who sells stools?

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