John From Cincinnati Season 1 Episode 8 His Visit: Day seven
Capture: Calamity Dan Synch: The Lovers / Gaillots
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My dad’s here.
So’s Sonny Mac.
That’s his ride next to your dad’s.
There’s a nice peak north of the pier.
Why can’t we go our here?
‘Cause maybe your dad would as soon we didn’t.
In case he gets dusted?
Shootout in I.B.?
Like in Fiji 12 years ago.
What the fuck do you know about Fiji 12 years ago?
I know more than I let on.
We made a tape last night.
We did?
Why don’t I remember?
Obviously you do remember, John, you just said so.
Oh! What did we make the tape about?
Are you saying we made a sex tape?
I am saying we made a sex tape.
See, the head scratcher, John, for me is...
that you’ll know to say something
but you won’t know what it means.
Today will be a three-ring circus.
You want to do something and you’ll do it, but...
you won’t understand what you did.
I will be murdered twice.
I will stare me down.
Shaun will soon be gone.
You said that to me last night.
I said it to you.
Why didn’t I remember?
We don’t remember my father’s words.
Why do I remember now?
Work here, Cass.
So how’d you do?
I was gonna ask you that.
You know how you did.
You will find our tape in your room.
I will see you at Barry’s motel, Cass.
We do not remember my father’s words.
Yeah,
It’s Cissy Yost, Dickstein.
You can turn on your meter ‘cause I’m divorcing
my asshole husband.
To see who?
Oh, well, good for you for not disclosing, Dickstein.
You said the motel, I thought my son
might have another
settlement coming for his
other big toe.
I’ll see you over there.
Levitation For the Illuminated”!!
You dream?
Breakfast.
Oh yeah,
I’m all over that, yeah.
I’ll convey that much right now.
We don’t fucking deliver. ”
As a rule,
we don’t fucking deliver.
Me first?
That’s the usual order.
I realize… um…
the bullshit yesterday with Stinkweed, um…
I was making them take me out…
Which is connected to the greater mystery
of why in the hell I’d be hanging around here without
trying to close Shaun’s deal.
And the mystery’s solution is?
I couldn’t… couldn’t close the deal…
to protect him…
from myself.
And then this morning,
I wake up...
you’re just laying there beside me…
like an angel.
Which does just go to show you…
If someone’s watching,
and they’re letting me keep operating
even with the inkling that I’m not…
the greatest guy in the world
… maybe they want me to sign him.
You have a new message”
Would that go for me?
Well I’d sign you without even giving them a vote.
I mean…
that they’d let me be operating too
seeing Shaun
sticking around.
In my opinion,
definitely.
You win one free fuck.
Thank you very much.
Wouldn’t come to the counter for their fucking drinks.
I’m afraid.
License got revoked.
So Lawyer Dickstein informed.
Yeah, we have to reapply
before you can serve liquor.
Thank goodness I’m not a felon.
I’ve had another vision, Ramon.
Like when you got the lottery numbers?
Oh, I’ve wondered if you were ever gonna say that-daily,
and uh, ever since I met you.
Rows of faces,
rapt.
In, in what?
It’s some sort of a performance.
We-we used to do karaoke
Are you having... having an epileptic?
You have any medicine in your man-purse?
A spoon?
No?
More?
A vision again?
Go, Barry.
Go Barry.
Go Barry, go Barry.
Get your vision.
Get your number.
Go, go Barry, go.
Go Barry, go. Go Barry.
I see
columns.
OK, get your vision.
Get your number.
Put your number in the column.
It’s a theater.
The money from the new lottery numbers?
The money I’ve already won.
No numbers, this vision?
Here,
from the ruins
of a venue of tawdry
assignation will arise a temple of art.
Let me check how they’re stenciling
the shuffleboard court out there.
Shut off the lights when you’re done.
- How’s it going? - Good.
Good,
it’s good to see you.
You wanna give me a ride?
I mean, sure?
I’ll give you a ride home.
Thanks.
Ah now, come on!
Nice day like this,
don’t get in an indoor stupor.
Wanna play shuffleboard?
Don’t you know,
something bad is gonna happen?
Don’t lift heavy equipment
with light equipment isn’t that what you always tell me?
Don’t do heavy liftin’
with light equipment.
Or that’s what you tell me, right, so…
why ask me?
Ask you what?
What’s happening.
I halfway think
that pain-in-the-balls retired ex-cop
aught to stick his donkey nose in.
- Should I get him? - What?!
Oh nothin’ nothin’, nothin’.
I was just, you know,
talking.
You know what I think?
Know what I think?
I’m goin’ to the fuckin’ beach.
The fuckin’ beach... whataya think of that, huh?
Anyways,
I’ll go get a position before 8000 mutts
lay their towels out.
Taking the car.
Taking the keys.
I’d just as soon
not get involved with the nuts and bolts of all this.
Too fuckin’ bad, Dwayne.
Being the information’s conduit is where I prefer to draw the line.
But before I scare the bejesus out of Cissy,
I want to at least talk to Butchie about this fucking guy.
Oh, fuck!
I guess Mick’s right again.
I don’t want to know, Dwayne.
Jagger?
I’m moving my husband in here...
So I see.
Saving him a trip to the house.
- Hi. - What are you doing here?
Surfing!
Is that right?
we need to talk.
What?
His door’s open.
You are insatiable today.
One final
illuminating tidbit and then we must leave.
Did you know, Teddy,
that having built the Lyceum Theater,
Daniel Frohman had an apartment placed above the stage?
Best seat in the house.
Mr Bear?
Mr Bear!
Teddy, that is not polite.
To think…
that this place
could be a setting for some
building up of the spirit.
Mr Cunningham, Mr Cunningham,
good evening to you sir.
Mr Cunningham, thank you so much
for letting me run a tab.
That’s so kind, that’s very gracious of you.
All right, have a good evening, sir. Thank you…
ya faggot cocksucker.
Look at him. Look at him walk over there
like he’s a normal fucking person.
Yeah, don’t go out and suck a fast prick
in the alley, pal, before you can...
Mr Cunningham, good evening.
Good evening.
How are you? You look very well...
you almost look like a human being
Congratulations on imitating a human being, Mr Cunningham,
you fuckin’ faggot.
Oh, and Frank,
a Roy Rogers for my young friend.
Young Mr Yost…
How’s it going?
Roy Rogers,
short and tall.
It’s OK.
I’ll be gone pretty soon.
Go Barry.
Chief of all angels…
got one mission:
Orbit alert
for a latino trying to catch a break.
Alert! Alert!
Alert!
Alert! Diving in,
latino verging on luck!
Mission boss...
chief angel.
Wipe interference off my flight path
so I can flip feet first before I hit,
to crush the latino’s balls with all my speed
and force.
He’s waiting for ya!
Lawyers together...
can’t be good.
What is inside the envelope,
O great seer of the east?
If the image of currency
is coming to you, O great seer,
you are warmer than the sands beneath our feet.
I’m gonna open this now, alright Mark?
I am but your will’s instrument, O my liege.
That is a smoking gun, Meyer.
Mercy Hospital’s head of neurology has admitted
to incompetence,
to the destruction of hospital records
during the treatment of the Yost boy.
As the Yost’s family attorney,
notwithstanding your
diminutive stature,
I would say this is a slam dunk out-of-court settlement.
You represent the hospital.
Why give this to me?
The physician is being insured by another carrier.
As to any gesture,
financial or otherwise,
you wish to make towards me after the settlement,
that of course would be a matter
separate entirely,
and for you alone to determine.
The-the message didn’t come
to Butchie’s website.
If it came to Butchie’s website, I’d know how
I got access, because
I’m the webmaster. So...
that-that’s kind of a mystery because…
I’m kind of secretive about my...
my personal screen name.
You know, if you haven’t gotten
that many messages
and now you get a message,
and...
the content is unpleasant
and disconcerting
you know…
And Butchie’s asshole surf student signed it?
Uh, it was a video message.
Like that fuck Bin Laden?
Shaun will soon be gone. ”
So sorry to intrude.
- Several matters to discuss. - No.
She got a message about her grandson.
It’s got her upset.
- About Shaun? - I’ll tell you the truth.
I actually think…
at least as far as evaluating it,
I think maybe the police should be involved.
If this is an intervention, I’m clean.
My Gram’s not home
Do you have to have someone home with you?
I’m 14.
No, sure.
You’re almost out of gas.
Yeah, I’m gonna get some.
Now?
Sure,
we could get it now.
Would you like to go someplace?
Sure.
Should we go to SeaWorld?
Sure.
Do you need to leave a message?
Yeah,
I’ll leave one at the store
It’s a lovely home.
- And? - And, uh…
sensitive to things my boss,
the shit he sees: Don’t you get me started, you,” I mean
You’re about to get 86’d.
There’s a there’s an incident, incident coming up.
Ugh, your birds… greasy feathers.
There’s no grease on these birds.
Allergic…
Done. Done. Yeah, totally erased the tickle.
Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!
My boss has had a vision, sir. It scares his pants off.
Of what?
Don’t make me imagine that beating, him giving me chapter and verse, right?
I can only tell you...
I can only tell you he does not mess with that shit.
Even…even refusing to admit it, he would appreciate it
if you came to consult.
- Go outside. - Yeah.
And on that score…
when you and he converse,
if you confide to him I told you he asked me to come get you,
this is the last I would speak off of the ventilator.
Thank you. Thank you.
Hey Shaunie, my phone’s fucked.
Give your Grams a call when you get this.
This is bullshit, you know.
John’s a good guy.
Only you would think he wasn’t strange.
Oh, and Dwayne’s not strange, Ma?
Ask him about the halo effect the next time you got a free month.
What do you want?
I’m looking for Butchie Yost. He owes me 20 bucks.
Yeah? Good luck.
Well anyway, he wasn’t in.
Then I guess your work here on earth is through.
I guess your mission is complete.
How you sleeping?
- What? - Sleep-ing.
If I spoke monkey, I’d put it in your language.
I’d as soon as not go back into the joint.
That’s why I don’t tune you up.
Then why don’t you just fucking tell me how you’re sleeping?
- Why? - Are you having visions,
when you’re sleeping, you half a fucking ape?
See I could give less of a flying fuck, but I’m here, see?
So I ask the questions.
And believe me, I give less of a fuck!
I dreamt...
of that kid gone.
Who’s your reference?
Butchie’s son, Shaun.
That kid.
Excuse me.
I’m in a hurry.
- Yeah... - It’s important.
Listen. What up with the party at the Yost suite?
I can’t speak to that.
Can’t... speak to it?
- Will you let me out please? - Yeah.
My domain has been hacked, alright?
And?
And we’re all a bit concerned for Butchie’s son.
This will bring matters into focus.
Just take a moment.
Let’s see.
Rebooting…
When did you start that again?
When I stopped shooting dope. You know what?
Fuck your fucking computer. I don’t give a fuck what’s on there.
Here we go! Here we go.
Shaun will soon be gone. ”
That’s it.
Look, not that we even know what the fuck he’s talking about.
Words mean something different for him.
I’m shy about dumping out. ”
I’m gonna bone her and break her jaw. ”
Who does he do that to?
For Christ’s sake!
My sole concern…
how he infiltrated my domain.
It’s because he’s got strange fucking powers, alright Dwayne?
He makes money appear and every other fucking thing.
I mean nobody said he hasn’t got strange fucking powers and abilities.
Without being argumentative,
I’d think that should...
raise our index of suspicion…
somewhat.
Yeah well, fuck you too, Meyer.
Gonna. Quick piss,
Why should either of us pay any attention to what you think?
- Fine! - That’s all.
Alright.
- Drive Safely. - Excuse me?
Drive safely, get the fuck out.
Done.
Listen to that toilet, huh? Runs, runs, runs.
You yell at me why I should flush at night, huh?
That’s the ensuing reason.
He was just leaving.
You ain’t just whistling Dixie!
Listen to me. List… listen up for a second.
Boss,
as far as your vision,
I just ran into a hairlip,
apparently has...
- partial confirmation. - Of what?
That boy…
and so forth.
Where the fuck did he come from?
Cincinnati?
What the fuck, John? You’ve got everybody shitting bricks!
You sneaking onto other people’s computers now?
The internet is big.
Fuck the internet, buddy, what’s this shit about Shaun?
Shaun will soon be gone.
Don’t…don’t say that any more.
Do not say that. Understood?
We don’t remember our father’s words?
What in hell is going on here?
- Shit! - Shit.
- Shut up, John. - Bill…
look at this.
I don’t use those.
I can turn it on for you.
Outdoors?
Yes.
Well, do it then for god’s sake!
You’d never hurt Shaunie,
would you, John?
Hurting Shaun doesn’t ring a bell.
What the fuck are you he’ll be gone for?
We don’t remember our father’s words.
Aw shit.
Me and I got my eye on you”
are gonna have a little conversation.
- I don’t think he knows what he’s saying. - Well, I’m gonna help him with all that.
Try to tell him what you mean, buddy.
- I’ll try, Butchie. - Come on.
This is incorrect.
It... it’s supposed to be...
10 Off”..
The bottom tier is 10 off.
You don’t reward failure, Ramon.
Come over here.
Now, let me just say that sending that message
means you’re not as stupid as you sometimes appear,
so we’ll have no more of the parrot talk…
right here, right now...
under the present circumstances.
When you leave this room,
you and I are gonna have gotten to the bottom of things.
You’re gonna tell me exactly...
what that message means.
Do we understand each other?
Yes, Bill.
Shaun will be gone soon. ”
Alright, let’s take the first word soon”..
Some people are concerned soon”
when you made that tape…
would now mean…
right now.
Is that true?
Is Shaun gone now?
What does soon” mean?
Could it mean a thousand years?
It could mean a thousand years.
Now I don’t want to get violent with you…
but I told you no parrot talk.
What does soon” mean?
Could it be 10 minutes?
It could mean 10 minutes.
What does it mean!?
There will be no more parrot talk.
Shaun calls you his friend,
yet you send this message like… like… like some terrorist.
Now you cannot be this stupid.
You managed to send a message...
with a camera, on a computer,
this goofball from the computer place,
he says he still don’t know how you did it!
How does that happen?
I don’t know Butchie, instead.
Your suitcase…
dad’s clothes.
You know, that shuffleboard’s really got the parking spots ass-fucked.
Shut up.
Fuckin’ steal it, I’ll split the insurance with ya.
This other guy outside, this Hawaiian,
he says you’re a shape-shifter.
Pothead Joe, he says you died,
came back to life.
Stare me down!
Just stare me down!
What’s going on? Jesus Christ! What’s happening here?!
He’s yours.
Was he hurt?
Tried to hurt himself.
He doesn’t get hurt.
Forget about Cincinnati.
Hello?
I don’t know his whereabouts.
Oh fine,
complicit in a second felony.
- Excuse me, excuse me. - Do not come near me.
Fair notice, miss!
Certain outcomes or circumstances,
you’re not leaving here with your fucking Kodak, OK?
I apologize in advance.
Bye.
He’s alright.
The porn queen had him at SeaWorld.
Fuck…
Excuse me, excuse me.
Crucial information...
Crucial information: Western Union!
The lost telegram has been located.
Yeah, help me with something, Kai.
If Shaunie left a message at the shop,
why do I have to find out from his whore of a mother,
she took him to SeaWorld and now she’s dropping him home?
The lost surfing telegraph boy
has been located.
- Located. - This is fucking bullshit.
If he’s old enough to be with her, I’m signing him tonight with Linc.
He’s safe!
Located! Located!
He’s located! He’s safe! Don’t kill anybody! Don’t kill anybody!
SeaWorld.
That’s where he was?
Yeah, the mother took the kid to SeaWorld.
Did you kill him?
Nah. Palaka caught me.
Shape-shifters!
I’ve seen on many occasion.
You don’t know what the fuck he is.
No.
But whatever the fuck he is, he’s gotta come through both of us.
Daphne, he was proposing a corrupt collusion.
- To which you replied to him? - Fuck these people.
I’m outta here. I don’t take this abuse from anybody.
Who are you talking about, Kai?
Who’s keys are those?
Fucking Cissy queen-of-the-ballbusters Yost.
Thinks I gotta eat her shit on the telephone.
Just so happens I laid my foot open getting out of the water this morning…
a fucking Coke can some asshole tears in half and leaves in the fucking sand.
No health plan on that 8 dollars an hour those jerks see fit to pay me.
So I drive clear to Huntington to see this quack that I know will treat me.
Take me 2 hours just to see the asshole,
another two in traffic getting back here.
And Shaunie didn’t leave any message, that lying little jerk.
I try to keep tabs on him, and Butchie too, and she knows that.
So fuck her, fuck them!
I’m gone. I’m outta here. Tell her to go fuck herself. I quit.
I could be disbarred.
I’m not the fair-weather type, Meyer.
That isn’t who you’re engaged to.
What have you gotten me in the middle of, John?
Work here, Cass.
Work here. Work here. “
What is it that you have me working on when we do whatever it is that we do,
so that I don’t remember afterward?
I helped you make that video, didn’t I John,
with my zeros and my fucking ones?
And I helped you scare all of those people.
You helped me.
You know what?
Get out!
Get out, you goddamn twitch with your little-boy-take-care-of-me act!
My father had more big and huge for me.
Who is your father, an Arab fanatic?
Those fuckin’ towelheads are going to get themselves eradicated.
My god. Oh my god.
What is going on?
Tell me something. Tell me something big and huge.
My father tells me, Cass.
Can’t you tell me anything else?
Does your father mean well?
He called the shop,
he left word on the machine. I heard him do it.
Maybe he just faked it.
I do that about half the time.
How pissed off was Cissy?
Not too bad.
- Bullshit. - Cissy wakes up pissed off.
This fucking John, you know?
He’s a good guy, but he acts like a pea brain…
saying shit is gonna happen to Shaunie.
What was he saying?
He’s going to be gone, stupid shit.
That’s why everyone freaked when we couldn’t find him.
- Could he hurt Shaun? - Fu... no. Fuck, no.
Who am I, Dr Phil?
Hey! Jack and Coke if you’re working.
She thinks I’m working.
Maybe she’s checking your moves.
He turned out so good.
Shaunie.
Well, I guess we have to give Cissy that much.
Sorry.
Asshole.
Shaun wants me to stay in I.B.
I want to.
Would you be OK with that?
I signed him over, Tina. I don’t get a vote on that shit.
Yeah, I’d be OK with it.
I’m fucking Linc.
Why would you tell me that?
If I was here, you know,
- around Shaun… - I don’t talk to Linc.
I know.
And I wanna be in your life.
That would be my part, writing permission slips for who you bang?
- I wouldn’t have time to eat. - OK.
Not for nothing, Tina, but…
you don’t fuck Linc.
Linc fucks you.
You keep watch on that boy, boss, and I’ll keep watch on you.
It’s my… It’s my friend.
Yeah.
Lovely, uh, flowers.
Thank you very much, sir.
Nice …
puppy.
It’s like a goddamn matchbook car.
It’s a rental.
I told you about that fucking bird.
Yeah. Mortal combat with unseen forces,
I should deprive myself of telepathic information to spare you...
irritation from cheeping.
Butchie’s friend.
Jesus Christ almighty!
A terrible person. I’d rather stand outside.
15 years…
a nice round number.
Would you rather I move?
Why?
I don’t understand what you’re saying.
I’m keeping an informal
watch on the boy.
I resigned that position this afternoon.
You let Cissy piss in your ear, Kai, every day.
You surfed with Shaunie every day he wanted to.
You kept Butchie’s boards…
every day.
Shaun will be gone.
Butchie will need you on the water.
Should I stick around?
Staircase situation in my own home, failed to alleviate it going on a year…
probably I’m not who to ask.
All nice inside.
All lit up.
This ain’t over, believe me.
Shut up.
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