Sneaky Pete

Stole that man's watch right there.

Why don't you go talk with him?

I'm looking for a guy

who may have come in a couple days back.

Bartender thought he may have sat with you.

What's with the sunglasses, bro?

You got a light sensitivity or something?

Trying to look cool over there?

Oh, shit.

You speak to him?

Y-Yes, I have.

You need to get your eye checked out now.

You sure it was him?

Yeah... Yes, okay? I've been waiting

for someone to come talk to me.

I called 911.

Nobody seemed to give a shit.

This fuckwad stole my wallet,

cell phone, and my watch.

He mention where he was headed?

Yeah. He wanted me to help him

figure out how to get to Albany,

which is bullshit, right?

You're not going to steal my stuff

and go to the place where you tell me you're going.

But I know where he's going.

You want to know how?

I really just want to know where...

As soon as I realized he pinched my shit,

I went out there. I started asking questions.

I spoke to Donnie. Donnie said

he saw him walking to the bus station,

which is good because I know Gary over at the bus station.

He sells tickets. Gary tells me he remembers him,

that he bought a ticket

nowhere near Albany.

Where was he going?

Bridgeport.

Who the fuck goes to Bridgeport, Connecticut?

Apparently, this guy.

Hey, Cole, you sit in the parole office.

I got to go to fucking Bridgeport.

If you want your life to change,

you've got to change.

If you want your life to get better,

you've got to be better.

You've got to commit to success.

You've got to say "Okay,

"this is what I want,

and this is how hard I'll work to get it."

- Baby. - What?

The door.

Who's there?

- Room service. - What?

James Bagwell. Remember me?

Oh, shit. Ohh!

Aah!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What... Stop. What are you doing?

- You can't come in here. - No, no, no.

You are wrong, little sister.

I actually have the legal authority

to go anywhere Mr. Putnam goes.

I'm bleeding, uh.

Are you?

Aw, you banged your head, huh?

Looks like it hurts.

- What are you doing here? - Hey, hey.

- Get off of him. - Sit down.

- Don't touch him. - You... Hey. Shh.

I told you, brother,

if you don't come to your parole officer,

your parole officer will come to you.

- Dude, I reported. - Really?

That's funny because I just left the halfway house

where you were supposed to live,

and they told me they have not seen your ass

- for a week. - No, that's bullshit.

You remember when you first came to my office?

I asked you, "Do you want to be an eagle,

or do you want to be a shit bird?"

And you said...

I want to be an eagle.

You got to be what you say you're going to be,

which you aren't.

You got to do what you say you're going to do,

which you haven't.

Spike, come on, man.

You know the terms of your parole

strictly prohibit use of illegal substances.

I... I got a prescription for that.

Good for you, sweetie.

But guess what. Mr. Putnam doesn't.

I am not here to argue.

I am in the business of making eagles,

and you... What you are, my friend,

is just a shit bird.

We live in an age of instant gratification.

We're like junkies chasing validation.

And as soon as you get that hit,

we go chasing after the next one.

But once you get grounded in who you are,

those results will start coming to you,

and you won't be able to stop them.

Later. Sorry. Sorry.

- I'm making eggs. - I'm late.

You need protein.

- Morning. - Morning, Pete.

- Later. - You need protein.

Bye.

Who's going to eat all of these?

- Right here. - I'll take some eggs, please.

Of course, Pete.

And thank you for saying please.

Please.

Doesn't count when you had to ask.

Jacob's at day care,

and here is the car seat and diaper bag.

Uh, did you feed the kids?

Of course I fed the kids. What kind of question is that?

I don't know, Julia. You're a single mother.

Your life is complicated.

How's my big school girl?

I'm not in school.

Grandpa, if it still okay

for you to pick up Jacob from day care?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We'll just come right back here,

and we'll make a fort

out of Taylor's old Lincoln Logs.

- Yeah. - I have an errand to run.

Julia's going to open the shop.

Pete?

Uh, he's going into the office with me.

- Right? - Yeah.

Only way to learn the business.

It's my old boss.

This could get ugly.

One second.

Bring me a couple eggs when you come back in.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello.

Marius Josepovitch.

Uh, Josepovich.

James Bagwell.

Recognize the name?

Ah, no. I'm sorry. Who's this?

Your parole officer.

Uh, hi, Mr. Bagwell.

Are you aware we have a problem?

No, no. I...

Well, what kind of problem is that?

You got your release over 48 hours

ago, Josepovitch.

Uh, it's, uh, Josepovich.

Two days out on parole,

and you are already in violation.

You know, I could throw your ass back inside right now.

Right, uh, uh, Mr. Bagwell, I can expl...

Save it. My clients

call me Mr. Success. You know why?

Because I help them succeed.

- Why, that's... - I can't help them unless

they are ready to help themselves,

so you have to decide.

You want to be an eagle or a shit bird?

Which is it going to be, Josepovitch?

I want to be an eagle.

You've got one chance.

You meet me in my office today at 2:00

p.m. Not 2:01,

not 2:03, But 2:00

p.m. Now say it back to me.

2 p.m.

Or I will violate you.

Bring your driver's license

so you can get through security.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Bag...

You're going to need a coat.

It's a beautiful day.

It's going to rain.

The old war wound?

It's never wrong.

But I'm telling you it's not going to rain.

Have it your way.

You always do.

Get in. Come on.

Sit down.

Get that fucking dog away from me.

Over here. There you go.

There you go.

I said sit down.

Fuck you.

Needs to be fucking babysat.

Not part of my job description.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, matter of fact.

- Why? - You're in my space.

Wasn't my idea.

Doesn't matter.