The Do-Over Page #8

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Heather, how do you know

these fellas, again?

They're new friends.

They're just trying to help me

figure it all out.

Yeah, Shecky, I mean, do you have

any files we can look at?

Anything that would help us?

My house got broken into and they stole

my laptop and my cell phone.

So you had a formula that actually works

on cancer and you lost it.

I never had any formula.

That was Ronald's department.

I just handled the money.

You handled it so well

that they couldn't finish the testing.

Those drugs were working, Shecky.

Is this a f***ing joke to you?

It wasn't my fault, I swear!

The bank called in all our loans

out of nowhere,

didn't give us a reason.

I went everywhere for financing.

I swear.

I even tried to mortgage Old Willow.

Nobody would sit down with Shecky.

Nobody!

I hope you don't think

I had something to do with this.

I felt horrible when I let Ronald down.

He was my best friend.

We should go back there right now,

torture the f*** out of him

till he tells the truth.

We get it, you don't like the guy,

but here's the good news.

We know what the guys

with the guns want now.

Yeah, the formula.

That's why they must have

broken into my house.

Do you think it could be there?

I don't know, it could be anywhere.

Clearly, Ronnie was

a master at hiding things.

- I should know.

- Uh-oh.

Jesus!

This mummy-looking-motherf***er's

like a human tracking device.

- What do we do?

- You know what?

Why don't you buckle up there,

Mrs. Fishman?

Oh, God, no.

Hey, dude, I'm lost.

Can you tell me where

the side of the road is?

Oh, my God.

Hey, a little dizzy?

Get up.

Come on, get up!

Who are you?

Who the f*** are you?

Why are you following me?

Uh... Um... American...

American what?

Pharmaceuticals?

American Girl doll? What?

American... Express...

Fraud Department.

What?

- You're Max Kessler, right?

- Yeah!

You owe us $62,000.

Watch it. Watch it.

Slow.

F***, that's my old address, too.

You're good.

This guy's f***ing good.

All right.

- Come on. I'm sorry, a**hole.

- Ow!

Okay, bub.

There's 150 grand in here.

That's over double what I owe Amex.

So just take the rest,

pay for your medical bills.

F***in' buy a suit,

maybe a 3D flat screen.

F***, take it all, move to Maui.

You know Hawaiian chicks

love to f*** guys with red beards.

I made that up, nobody does.

Look, we're in

a Rubik's Cube of sh*t right now,

and it's up to me to make

all the right moves.

Walking you inside that crowded hospital

ain't one of 'em.

So is our business concluded... Robert?

You're a hell of a bloodhound,

you know that?

Put some Bactine on that sh*t,

it'll get better.

Oh!

With nowhere else to go,

we went back to the scene of the crime.

Maybe Dr. Ron's laboratory

still had some secrets.

These files are all messed up

and out of order.

Listen, I think I can decode the password

for these encrypted files.

- You can hack?

- We call it forensic data recovery.

But yeah, at the bank,

when someone defaults,

we have the legal right to access

their systems and ledgers

to find any hidden assets.

But they were working under the radar.

Well, if they have employees,

which it looks like they did,

I can access it through

the payroll service.

That's impressive.

Well, in my old life, I did have

a lot of free time on my hands.

Boom! Check it out.

Photos of your husband.

Photos of Butch.

There's my tongue ring... Oh!

Don't look at that. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

No, no, no.

Kojak to Columbo.

No suspicious activity out here.

- Find anything?

- Negative, Kojak, we're still looking.

Hurry the f*** up, Charlie.

We gotta find that formula.

Listen, we're gonna find it,

we're gonna give it to these Nazis,

and then this nightmare will be over.

What are you talking about?

You wanna give the cure to cancer

to these f***ing criminals?

There is no cure for cancer!

We'll give them the treatment

and we'll get back to our fake lives.

I kind of like

the way mine is going now.

Are you out of your f***ing mind, Charlie?

You're just gonna lay down?

Isn't that what got you a job at f***ing

Save & Pay, being a p*ssy?

And you're some expert oncologist?

No, you're a guidance counselor.

You're good at telling dumb kids

they might get into junior college.

Is this about the money?

Are you trying to get rich off this?

You know what, Charlie, you're a dick.

Max, I'm sorry.

Listen, I'm just trying to think

of a way out of this, all right?

Max?

Max? Max?

Sh*t.

You know, he's right about

not giving them the formula.

But none of that matters

if we don't find it.

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna go look for Max.

You stay here and search for it.

And by the way...

I like the way my life is going, too.

Yeah.

All right, let's do it.

What do we got here?

Life's short, Charlie.

- You know you're not really dead, right?

- No...

I just got caught up in the moment.

Holy sh*t, I gotta sit down.

You don't feel good.

What do you got, a hangover?

I just cannot believe that this is how

- you would want to end everything.

- Stop.

You're sick, Max!

I'm your family.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm your family.

That's Little Maxi.

Isn't he gorgeous?

I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

Growing up without a dad.

It's not a cure for cancer.

It's a cure for Max's cancer.

Cute kids.

They're supposed to be with my ex tonight.

Said she was sick.

Probably got backstage passes to Slipknot.

That's the tough thing about divorce.

Gotta watch your dumb kids alone...

no sleep, while your ex is waking up

with 22-year-old bartenders,

and who is footin' the bill for breakfast

and their herpes medicine?

I am.

Question, the, uh, thing with the, uh,

metal clamps, that, um...

I'm looking for, uh...

Joe Pesci used it in Casino to,

you know, crush the guy's head?

- You mean a vise?

- Yeah, sweetheart, that...

That's... A vise.

We just carry auto parts.

Try the hardware store.

...the young cuckoo

will go so far as to fake injury,

prompting the adult jay

to carry the cuckoo along

the migratory route to eastern Africa.

Only to fly back to...

Hello, Shecky.

You see... I'm not buyin' the whole

cry routine, Shecky.

Tell me where the formula is.

I need an ambulance.

Where the f*** is the formula?

Truly, I don't know.

Oh! Sweet Jesus!

Okay, I'm gonna have

to amp it up a little, aren't I?

I am going to put your head

inside a f***ing...

What the f*** is the name of that thing,

with the clamp thing...

- A vise?

- A vise!

Yes, a vise, b*tch!

Why do I keep forgetting that?

Come here.

What's...

What's happening?

You are gonna tell me why you're lying,

or I am gonna squeeze your head so hard,

that that f***ing mustache

is gonna pop off your head.

What is that?

You've been shot!

You've been shot!

You were right.

I was lying...

because I thought you were one of them.

I was one of them?

I thought you were one of them!

No. I'm a good guy.

Why would you pull the funding

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