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Just put it there.

- Have you got a pen?

- No.

I think I have a pen.

Where's that pen when you need it?

- Does it work?

- Yeah.

Here you go.

Great. That's a great idea.

And I need a key.

Well, like, maybe I could...

If you call me, I'll either have it...

...and drop it around yours,

or I could leave it at the bar for you.

Call me.

Yeah, I'll call you... On this number

you gave me right now.

Happy new year, by the way!

Happy new year!

We should join that show.

You can't f***ing sing.

Not that one, the other one,

where the people...

...go around the world

picking up clues and stuff.

It'd be cool. Let's do it.

We could see things.

What things?

I don't know. Other countries.

Other ways.

You see the old man today?

Yeah, I was by.

They want their money, Marv.

Who?

The home.

They'll get it.

It's the collection agency now,

not the home.

Medicaid cutbacks. Me retiring.

They're going to ship him out.

To where?

To a lesser place.

Maybe it's time.

Yeah.

Just kill him.

Our father. Because it's inconvenient.

He's dead, Marv.

So what are all those beeps

coming out of the machines...

...he's hooked up to, and the waves

on the screen of the thing?

That's life.

That's electricity, is what that is.

The other day, I picked up his hand

and put it on my cheek.

And I could hear his blood.

So you want to unplug him?

Go ahead, your decision.

Take it easy.

No, make the decision.

I'll be all right with it.

That'd be a first.

Never mind. It's okay.

I'll get to Europe in another life.

Rocco. Come to heel.

Come to heel. Come to heel. And sit.

- You see that?

- Yeah, I saw it.

He almost gave me the paw.

When I watch TV, he sleeps on my leg.

- Really?

- Out.

- Come.

- I'll be right back.

Crazy. Come on.

That's a nice dog.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Yeah, that's a nice-looking dog.

Don't forget to feed it.

Tell me where the hospital is?

Bang a u-ey, go down to the end here.

Take a right. There'll be signs.

Thanks.

I promise, tomorrow we'll go to the park.

But I'm in a mad rush today.

I will be back very soon.

Hey, man, how you doing?

Mind if I step in? It's

kind of cold outside.

Thanks a lot.

Jesus.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Where are you keeping him?

What are you talking about?

The dog. You keep him in the kitchen?

The cellar?

I remember you. You came up to me in the

park and told me I had a nice-looking dog.

Yeah, well, he's not your dog.

Yeah, he's my dog.

Yeah? You register him?

City says you have to license it.

How about a chip?

- Excuse me?

- A security chip.

Implanted in the dog. Pooch goes missing,

shows up at a vet. Vet scans the dog.

Up pops a barcode with the owner's info.

The owner, meanwhile,

walks around with a slip of paper.

It has the security chip

account number on it.

Check it out.

You got my dog.

No, it's my dog.

You beat him.

I'll tell the cops you did.

What do you want?

It's kind of sunny, right?

But you never know, I guess.

You never ask about it.

You're the only person I ever met who didn't

ask about it in the first five minutes.

It's your business, not mine.

You'll tell me when you tell me,

or you won't.

I did it to myself. I was pretty high.

You did that?

With one of those...

...like, a peeler.

Peeler?

You know, a potato peeler?

Oh, God, yeah, I know what that is, right.

I was a different person then.

I didn't really like myself.

Do you like yourself now?

Sir, you cannot have a dog in here.

Dog goes, you guys go, okay?

I'm telling you...

- ...I got guys following me.

- You don't.

I do. I told you about the guy in the car.

He was asking you for directions.

It was the way he asked.

The way he was looking at me.

I'm not a f***ing idiot.

What about you?

The guy with the umbrella.

He's just interested in the dog.

The dog.

How do you know?

Maybe he's just telling you that.

It's too much for them to...

...put them back where they found them,

because that would require courtesy.

You should just get a dumpster, Marv.

"Just get a dumpster, Marv.

Get a dumpster."

Sure.

You remember I don't

own the bar anymore, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, but it's not your bar Chovka took.

That was 10 years ago.

No, it was eight-and-a-half years ago.

All right.

Eight-and-a-half years.

Dottie thinks we should visit Europe.

That's what I've become...

a guy that goes to Europe with his sister.

Hops in a, a tour bus...

...with a f***ing camera around my neck

like a f***ing jerkoff.

What?

You need to see this, Marv.

No, I don't.

I don't need to do anything.

I'm just going to stand right here.

I'm going to stand right the f*** here.

No.

You really should take a look at this.

I don't need to see Europe.

I don't need to see Dottie.

And I don't need to see what's in that bag.

What the f***?

We need to do something with it.

What, the money or the...

...thing?

I bet what's in here adds up to

what we lost that night.

Why'd they give it back to us?

So we give it back to them.

That's clearly what they expect.

Like you're wrapping a piece of meat.

Like you've done it a thousand times.

Do you wonder if

you hadn't mentioned the watch...

No, I don't.

Well, I do.

Hi, guys. You got any Zima?

No, we're closed.

Well, your door was unlocked, so...

I'm sorry about that,

but we're closed now, so...

Yeah. Yeah.

You got to go.

Hey, Bob.

How you doing? Nice to see you.

All right, come on.

Say hi to Nadia.

Don't forget to stitch her up

when she stabs herself, okay?

Tossing the missing piece of

the one-armed man around like a ham...

...and the front door's open!

- He didn't see anything.

- But he could've.

But he didn't.

You know that guy?

Yeah. That's the guy

I told you about with Rocco.

Who claims the dog is his?

You know who else he is?

No.

He's the guy who says

he killed Richie Whelan.

- That guy?

- Yeah.

- That's Eric deeds?

- Yeah, that's Eric deeds.

And he's f***ed in the squash, that guy.

Been in the joint a couple times.

He did a 30-day in the cuckoo house,

if I recall.

So you watch that f***ing kid.

Some f***ing day, Marv.

Yeah, some f***ing day.

Will you pass me the sports bag

by the wasp-and-ants spray?

Yeah, sure, I'd love to.

Thank you.

I'm going for a walk now.

Okay.

F***ing Christ.

Don't look at that. Don't look at it.

Hey, hey, what's this?

Go get it. Go on.

Yeah, play with it. My big red bone.

Go get it. Go get that!

Get the bone!

Sh*t.

Mr. Saginowski.

- How you doing?

- I'm good.

We haven't caught them yet.

Yeah, well, you know, I assumed...

That we didn't do our job?

No, I just heard it was hard to

make an arrest on robbery cases.

- What's up with the bag?

- This is...

It's my poop bag and sometimes

I keep leashes and balls...

...and stuff in my bag.

Kind of empty.

Yeah, well, I used my last poop bag

and I lost the ball.

Richie Whelan.

- What about him?

- You know him?

Sure. His friends were in the bar

the other day, toasting his anniversary.

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