Focus
Elegio, how mayl help you?
Yes, I'd like to make a reservation
for tonight, please.
- Sorry. We're booked months in advance.
- Okay. I understand.
Thank you very much.
Elegio reservations, how mayl help you?
Order.
- Is that ready? Thanks.
- Yeah.
Gets another dollop of the burrata.
There you go.
No problem. I can get that for you, sir.
Okay, you know what?
So, yeah, you know...
...he could be here any minute now.
Heh-heh.
Look, you know what?
He's right there. That's my friend.
Will you be my boyfriend?
Just for a minute.
- You're not a serial killer, are you?
- That depends.
How many times does it take
to get to "serial"?
Five.
No, we're good.
Jess.
Nicky.
Heh. Burgundy.
Very good.
It's very confusing, isn't it?
How do you know it all?
Mostly from drinking.
Yeah. More you drink, more you learn.
In that case, I am,
the foremost expert in Jgerbombs.
I will walk you through it all...
It's been a pleasure to serve you,
Chef Oshowole.
Chef who?
Oshowole.
Yeah. Heh.
You know, it may be the roofies talking,
but this was really fun.
Thank you. Thank you for rescuing me.
- Yeah. We showed him.
- Yeah.
Gotta respect him.
He left it all on the field.
- That's what I'm missing out on tonight?
- Ha-ha-ha.
Can I walk you somewhere?
Actually, I'm staying here.
Upstairs.
Really.
- My God. It's my husband.
- Shut the f*** up.
- Jared, wait.
- Whoa, whoa! Whoa!
- I'll f***ing kill you.
- Just let him go.
No f***ing way. He's f***ing dead.
Give me one f***ing reason
why I shouldn't do it.
- I'm drawing a blank.
- What?
Let's be honest, you've been aggrieved.
Don't mess with him, Nicky,
he's done hard time.
I've done f***ing hard time.
If you had any idea what I was
about to do to her...
- Shut up, man.
- She was gonna be no good to you after that.
- So you should really shoot me.
- What the f***?
- What kind of stuff are we talking about?
Saudi bachelor party?
R. Kelly drop-cloth sh*t.
Please, come on, shoot me.
Stop f***ing around.
I'm gonna f***ing kill you.
You'd really be doing me a favor.
Cancer.
Tumor the size of a peach.
Pull the trigger, you'll see.
You...? You got cancer?
- He's onto us.
- Sh*t! I knew this wasn't gonna f***ing work!
- You guys suck.
- Just give us the money.
- Or?
- He'll shoot you in the neck.
I don't wanna shoot a guy with cancer.
Grandma Mukulski had cancer.
- He doesn't have cancer, you idiot!
- You guys really boned this thing.
First of all, you gotta wait
till she gets my pants off.
And then you gotta give me a chance
to run. That's how you get the money.
And you never drop the con.
You never break.
Die with the lie.
When did you make us?
When you stole the wallet
from the bum downstairs.
Bullshit.
No, real sh*t.
Then why'd you come up here
if you're so smart?
Professional curiosity.
And I like b*obs, you know.
I figured it was a win-win.
- All thumbs, sweetheart. It was a bum lift.
- It was a great lift.
Please. He was so shithoused,
you could've taken his appendix.
You suck.
You really should be more aware.
I've been behind you for two blocks.
You didn't see me?
I don't have eyes in the back of my head.
Well, if you're gonna play this game,
I can take care of myself.
No, you're gonna get hurt.
Let me buy you coffee.
I don't drink coffee.
Fine.
Fine.
So, what's your thing?
Inside? Roper? You can tell me.
Everything. Been in this game so long.
- I wanna cannon. That's what I wanna do.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.
My grandfather used to run
a crooked game in Harlem.
Eventually, my father started
shilling for him.
One day they get burned.
Mobbed-up guy catches them
throwing signals.
Everybody's guns come out. Standoff.
No way out. Except one.
What the hell is that?
You shoot your partner.
It proves you're not together.
You kill your partner?
You hope you don't.
Does it work?
He's 0 for 3.
So your father killed your grandfather?
That's the world you're in.
Dabblers get killed.
Look, I wasn't born into this like you.
No prospects, no future.
I mean, it's a minor miracle
- Tutor me.
- No.
- Why not?
- I'm headed out of town.
Well, wait, look, I can pay you.
- If that helps.
"Dr. Peter Woshilak."
All right, we're gonna make
this quick because it's really cold.
Now I'm gonna show you a few touches,
but at the end of the day...
...this is a game of focus.
- That's very clever.
- All right, now, attention is like a spotlight.
And our job...
...is to dance in the darkness.
I didn't even feel you take that.
and it cannot multitask.
Jesus. When...?
All right, I'm sure you can flip a leather
on its feet.
But what we're talking about
is much more complex than that.
- When did you take my wallet?
- You take Zumba?
It's actually a really good cardio workout.
Thank you very much.
You're thinking with your hands.
You gotta get inside the vic's head.
Perceive from their perspective.
Human behavior is very predictable.
If I look at my hand,
it naturally pulls your gaze...
...and allows me to enter your space.
But when I look up at you,
it causes you to look directly at me.
Cute.
I touch you here, I steal from here.
I tap you here, I steal from here.
I step to here...
- You're not gonna slap my face, are you?
- Why?
You would if you knew
where my hand was.
Okay, I get it. I get it.
You get their focus...
...you can take whatever you want.
You be safe.
So why do I like this place?
Lots of space. Doesn't open
for a month or two.
We can tie into multiple lines, diffuse
our footprint, keep hopping DNS addresses.
Plus military-grade fiber.
How many bathrooms?
- Two, coed. He still got irritable bowel?
- Yep.
Man, he should do a cleanse.
Horst, he is a 400-pound Persian.
He is not gonna do a cleanse.
Where you been staying? Hyatt again?
Yep. I love the brunch.
- You should stop by.
- No, no brunch. I'm doing a cleanse.
The horses are in the gate.
And they're off!
- Hyatt Rewards card, in my wallet.
- Admit that you're impressed.
I got your wallet and I found you
all the way down here.
Please. World Series, Final Four...
...the Sugar Bowl, Super Bowl,
any big event like this is sucker central.
That's gotta count for something.
So how many Hyatts did you have to go to?
All three, five times each.
- I want in.
- Maybe I'm just here to watch the game.
I asked around who ran the game in Harlem.
The Limehouse Kid is your grandfather.
Bucky Spurgeon is your father.
"Father" is a very generous term.
And you're Nicky Spurgeon.
They call you "Mellow."
- I'm all crewed up, sweetie.
- Come on. Please! Can we...?
Can we just...?
Can we skip the part where I speak
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