Unit 234

OK, patient's good to go.

Starting the incision.

Clamp there, please.

Well, was it good?

Permit that template, thank you.

Organ's ready.

And it's taken.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

I know, I know.

- What? - I'm supposed to be

at the airport two hours before my flight?

What are you still doing at home?

I got held up.

Wait, for real?

No, not that kind.

The kind where I haven't gone anywhere fun in forever,

and I can't seem to make a decision.

Babe, it's just a weekend.

Jacksonville will still be there when you get back, I promise.

I know. I'm just being weird.

Well, turning 25 does that to people.

- What do you mean? - Well, you know,

it's your quarter-life crisis.

When everything turns to shit, you start asking,

"Who am I?"

"What am I doing with my life?"

And, "Is Jordan the best I can do?"

- Yeah, pretty much. - You're gonna flip

when you see Nashville.

It's like Vegas, but in the South.

Is that supposed to be a good thing?

I'm serious.

The city would be good for you.

For us.

Yeah, and I'm thinking about it. I really am.

-But I am late. -Go.

I can't wait to see you.

I'll see you in three hours. I love you.

Love you.

Fuck it.

Slow down!

Asshole.

Happy early birthday.

Oh, Marcy, you're sweet.

Make a wish.

I wish my plane was leaving an hour later.

Right, your trip.

Didn't we hear back from 510?

I think maybe he died. 'Cause he hasn't paid his rent

in, like, six months, and his phone's no longer in service.

- The painter guy? - Yeah.

Well, go ahead and clean it out.

Oh, my God, you are so gonna hate me.

Because?

I can't work this weekend.

You're telling me this now?

I know it sucks, but I just found out myself.

Found out what? I'm supposed to be getting on a plane.

I tried getting Greg to cover, but he's still in Tallahassee.

I don't believe this.

Why can't you just lock the door

and go on your trip?

Because the sign says, "Open 24 Hours."

Laurie, I saw three people today.

It's not like you're an IHOP.

That's not the point.

No, the point is...

Go! Celebrate your birthday with Jordan in Nashville.

What exactly did you find out?

I, um

got accepted to UNC.

My parents want me to see the campus before I commit,

so were driving up first thing.

- That's great. Congratulations. - Thanks.

I'm sure your parents are very proud.

- Did you go to college? - I did, yeah.

What was your major?

Fine Arts and Philosophy.

Which means the only place I'm actually qualified

to get a job is ancient Greece.

Mm. I-I don't get it.

Never mind. Um, go. Get out of here. It's fine.

Do I still have a job?

Of course.

Then I'll see you Monday.

See you Monday.

Hey, I'm just as upset as you are.

But it's your birthday.

I'm aware.

So why do you keep punishing yourself?

I'm not punishing myself.

I can't find anyone to cover.

There's nothing that I can do.

- Bullshit. - Excuse me?

I'm not the one who moved to an entirely new city.

Yeah, and I'm not the one stuck in the past.

I'm not stuck, I'm... I'm responsible.

Look, I'm really not trying to sound like a dick,

but you need to sell that place.

Start living life again.

- Your life. - Jordan...

This is the third time you've canceled.

You do know that, right?

Please don't talk about this right now.

And I seriously doubt your folks

would want you spending the rest of your life

surrounded by barbed wire

and caring for other people's junk.

OK, I'm hanging up now.

- No way, bro. - What?

- No way. - You don't think I can beat him?

With your fists, maybe.

Shit. You wouldn't even make it

- past the appetizer round. - And you would?

I ain't the one trying to get on TV.

That's because you fucking like washing dishes for a living.

I beat Bobby Flay with Mom's ropa vieja.

We can open our own restaurant.

Just cause you cook for prisoners

doesn't make you an Iron Chef.

Where the fuck is Benny?

Dawg. I sure hope you know what you're doing.

You're gonna be like this all night?

I'm trying to get us paid.

I'm just saying,

these boys ain't messing around.

There, you see?

Nothing to worry about.

- You're late. - Is that him?

Don't ask questions.

I need to talk to Mr. Hunsaker.

No, you don't.

Open the trunk.

Some kind of joke?

- What? - It's empty.

Fuck! You fuck!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Don't shoot, don't shoot. Mr. Hunsaker, please!

I just want to talk!

I swear to God, Benny, if you fuck this up...

What seems to be the problem?

He doesn't have the package.

And yet here you are.

It's safe. You have my word.

I didn't pay for your word.

Yeah, I know, but this was before I knew who you were.

Now that I know it's you,

this whole thing feels a lot more risky, so...

You thought you'd renegotiate.

No, not to be to disrespectful or anything,

but just, you know, like, more fair.

Let me ask you something, Benny.

When has life ever been fair?

You think I survived in the construction business

all these years by being a nice guy?

Probably not.

- No? - There's no such thing as fair.

There's winners and losers.

And greedy little shits like you

trying to take advantage.

But you need me.

What I need is for you to stop wasting my time.

Check his pockets.

Oh!

What the hell did you do?

Hold still, fuck. Where is it?

Schuyler Self Storage.

Unit 234.

Even got a gate code.

OK, OK, fine.

A deal's a deal. Forget I said anything.

- We're done here. - But you still need me.

Come on, man, please hear me out.

Sorry, buddy.

Take it that wasn't part of the plan?

Hard to get good help these days.

Storm is making its way into Florida.

If you have to go out tonight, take it slow, and be careful.

This sells itself...

He didn't seem like a very nice person to me.

You swing for the fence.

Live at Belfort Regional Medical Center,

where we just received...

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

Mind your own business, dummy.

What's the problem?

Fucking Benny.

None of these work.

- Maybe he's dyslexic. - Who?

- Try them again. - Benny.

You know, maybe he got it reversed.

Like 234 is really 432.

- Don't be an idiot. - I'm not the one who shot him

Shut up.

None of those.

Jesus Christ.