Last week on Little Dog, man, Tucker found out Tommy lied
about Smallwood agreeing to promote his fight.
- You got no agreement. - So Tucker made Tommy
put on a bit of a show for Smallwood,
forcing Smallwood to go to the show.
Be there at 8.
To guarantee a win, Tucker set him up
- with a fella slightly past his prime... - What?
Tommy straight up killed the man in front of Cassius,
who, frankly, Tommy was trying pretty hard to impress.
And worse than that,
Devereaux asked Mom to marry him.
Come and live with me
- at the castle. - Gross!
Cassius!
Oh, have you lost the youngster already?
You're the kind of loser who loves losing!
Cassius!
You lost my house!
I didn't do anything wrong, OK! I'm just looking for my boy.
- You killed me. - I didn't! I didn't!
Father... takunahaarnakuni!
What? Wait! What does that mean? Wha...
[GASPING]
- Did you say sorry? - To the man who died?
Well, he's gone... he's gone.
I can't tell him I'm sorry.
But I'm still sorry, you know?
It's late, buddy. You need to go to sleep.
- I miss my mom. - Yeah.
Me too.
Why was Tommy fighting him in the first place?
He won't rest 'til we're all disgraced and the only choice
- we have left is to drink bleach. - Hey... Ignore them.
They're just... assholes.
- That's a bad word. - Yeah.
What about... bum wipes?
Is that better?
Yeah, I don't know. I don't know a better curse word.
But I gotta tell you: I can try not to curse.
Would that help?
If I just... no cursing from here on, yeah?
And you know what? I've never tried that before,
so it'd be a big, new...
Aw, fuck! Um...
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that that way.
Hey, what about this little guy?
What's he saying?
"Hello, Cassius.
"I know that your dad stole me,
"but he actually saved me from a life of slavery
down on the dockyards."
Now he's safe and happy here with us. How's that?
You try and get to sleep, hm?
We'll go to sleep.
Gotcha.
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Look here. ***
Any painkillers? I didn't get much sleep.
Good lord. Cassius still with us?
You didn't manage to asphyxiate him on the way down the hallway
- this morning? - No... I didn't.
God, I can't wait 'til we get outta here.
Back to me and you on our own.
And we can tell ole Devereaux fish guts where to stick
- his proposal. Right, Mom? - Devereaux proposed again?
He's offered me a castle. Though, good lord,
I'd rather a shot of arsenic than moving in with him...
Take it. Probably the last offer
you're gonna get.
My heart goes out to Big Turk's mother.
I wish there was something I could do to make amends
for the killing... send a basket or something.
I'll make my own amends, OK?
And it wasn't a "killing". He had a heart attack.
Ginny, can you...
drop Cassius at school for me?
I gotta... I gotta do something.
Fine. Just don't ask me later. I have a meeting
and I don't want your weird mute kid cramping my style.
Well...
Jesus. Am I raising a peeping Tom?
Uh...
- I want to meet my dad. - Who?
Oh, uh... yeah, Smallwood.
Yeah, um... Does that mean I'm half-black?
I really shouldn't have told you that.
I mean, that's a big secret, hush-hush,
between you and me, right?
So don't repeat that, ever.
OK?
But this business meeting I'm going to, it's with him.
Gonna get some business advice,
and maybe get him to invest in my seminars.
You know, before you know it, we're in like Flynn.
So just for now, shut up about it, OK?
OK.
Dim, maybe.
But black he is not.
There's one thing no one can say about me,
I never lied to my children...
Oh yeah, no? How about that time you told Lowly Jr.
you weren't his real mom 'cause you were afraid
he was getting too comfortable in your relationship?
Yeah, uh-huh. So it's fine.
He's gonna forget about in a week.
Is that right? You're gonna put magic beans in his Pepsi?
Hey, Big Turk?
I don't know if you're up there or you're out there
or whatever. I...
I just wanna say sorry, you know?
Certainly didn't mean to kill ya.
I'm trying to get my life straightened out
- these days... - Tommy?
- How're the guts? - What?
- Oh, you're that doctor! - Yeah.
It's good to see you looking better, man.
We don't do many stomach pumps.
- You were a mess. - Listen,
were you working last night?
There was this boxer,
this fighter, this old guy...
Yeah, I wasn't working last night.
I was fighting him, in the ring. He had a heart attack,
after. But that wasn't me...
- that wasn't my fault, was it? - Holy shit.
You're Tommy Ross!
I saw you kill that guy last night! You rule!
- Yeah... - Listen,
his body would be in the morgue, right?
Can you get me into the morgue?
- No. - Listen, do something
for someone for once in your life, man.
Going around with your big doctor's salary, come on!
I just got back from Doctors Without Borders.
So, give something back to your hometown.
Listen. I can get you
tickets, I can get you training, some boxing training,
some weed... I don't know,
there's some really good MDMA around town.
Makes you hard as a rock, man.
Yeah, I can get you in there for about ten minutes.
OK.
I'm so sorry, OK?
It's a shit way to go,
no question. People cheering to see you
get your teeth bashed down your throat?
At your age?
Seriously...
I'm pretty gutted. I can't...
believe I feel like this.
God.
Who knows what you would've gone on to do with your life?
Maybe...
you would've become a crossing guard or...
befriended a special needs kid.
You know, for that matter, you might have molested him,
- and hey, maybe I am a fucking hero. - [SCOFFING]
- What? - You...
You killed my dad.
- Are you calling yourself a hero? - No, just...
I had a whole thing before that.
Just... I'm sorry.
I didn't want to fight him!
Tucker made me fight him, OK!
And now look at me. I'm wracked with guilt.
I'm a mess. I'm not sleeping. I can't eat.
I came here to apologise.
I knew it would fall on dead ears,
but I had to.
Look, you're here. Maybe that's a sign.
We're all here together so I can apologise to you.
Sorry, maybe I'm going deaf prematurely.
Did you just ask for our forgiveness?
Well, he didn't ask. He just kinda said
that he would get it.
Look, I'm just trying to make the best of a bad...
So are you asking for our forgiveness?
- Are you offering it? - No, you fool.
Not only are you selfish
for asking us for anything in this moment of grief,
before my father's body has run cold,
you're also talking to the wrong goddamn body.
So even if you did manage to sweet-talk some forgiveness
out of whose-ever feet you were whispering to,
this man heard none of it.
- No, no, just... - Got it?
[DOOR BREAKS]
The first time I got sent to the pen, all I could think about
was your mother, and the family
that I let down. I almost strung myself up.
'Til I realised that none of that mattered.
- Yeah. It kinda did. - There was nothing
that I could have done differently...
Well, uh, you didn't have to bludgeon
your drinking buddy with a fucking toaster.
Are you hearing what I'm saying to ya?
You got to get back on the horse. Right now.
What happened in the ring was not your fault.
It was the sport.
That man had been a boxer his entire life.
Wasn't like he just got into it.
He knew the risks.
He should be apologising to you!
It wasn't like you knocked him down when you were driving
and you kept driving on.
No, he was your opponent, right?
I mean, you woulda been a coward not to hit him.
Yeah.
Yeah, you know what? Like...
I'm not one to back down from a fight. It's not that.
No, 'cause you're a Ross.
Around here, that means something.
- And that's 'cause of you. - Yeah...
Maybe... maybe you're right.
Plus, that Turk had like about
four heart attacks before this one.
When did you know that he'd had four heart attacks?
Before I fought him?
Time is relative.
Now you get back on the horse, my son.
Come on. Get in here.
So, who wants to turn over a new leaf?
Huh? Take a chance on yourselves?
How many times
have you thought about or even started to change up your life
from the pathetic, shitty one that you live
into something a little better,
but then pussied out last minute? How many times,
pussies? Yeah, exactly. So not today.
Today, you are gonna pull out the rug from under your own life.
Give yourself zero opportunity to go back
on your plans, alright? Here we go.
Bend at the knees, grasp your rug
- and pull! - [ALL FALLING DOWN]
- Aw, Stewie, you didn't even try! - That's my mom.
Helen, I see you.
Chesley! What are you doing here?
Oh, uh, I just came by to see you do your thing.
Yeah, she's the best mom ever.
Best mom.
But she's not a boring mom. She, uh, you know, she's not
like a mom-jeans mom. She's, like... she wears thongs.
And uh...
- I was a C-section, so... - OK, yeah!
Come with me just for a second.
Just wanna talk to you over here
- for a second. Thanks. - OK, no, no, no,
but you say that vagina thing all the time!
That's great. Shh.
Now, I know what you're doing.
I just need you to be way more cool about it, OK?
When was the last time I didn't get you what you wanted?
OK, when it mattered, when have I not?
No, OK, shut up.
This time I'm gonna get you what you want,
but I need you to trust me. Just go home.
Don't talk your way into a corner.
What?
OK, let's try something a little less conventional.
Good night, son.
Roll yourself up in your rug like a little worm.
- That's right. - Bye.
Well, it might be the only thing I can afford
that isn't crawling with rats, but...
hey, it's perfect.
Perfect for the perfect pair, am I right?
Here, let me set the scene for ya. Table goes here.
You breeze in that door in the morning,
your hair all JBF'd and sassy. I got breakfast...
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
I've hosted enough Rosses in the pen.
- No way one of em's living here. - Two...
- None. Out. - Aren't you the lovely lady
who sprung my ex-husband out of jail?
Can't be that you think too badly of all the Rosses.
Got fired for that. And I wasn't tryin' to break him out.
I was tryin' to get him alone for this other inmate
who wanted to shiv him in the side.
It was probably you, ya snake...
- Whoa, whoa. Sylvia Ross is no snake. - No?
Who do you think messed up your dad's parole?
Ha, ha, ha! No, Mom...
And every time he's drunk, Tommy Ross is down to the bar,
telling anybody who'll listen about his mean old ma.
- Oh, Tommy. - See? We all know Tommy...
And you. She got you shoved so far up her hole,
you got no life of yer own to speak of at all,
do ya? Word on the street is you're a virgin.
Oh, for Christ sake, Lowly.
Come on. We know where we're not wanted.
Never said he had to go. Just you.
Lowly?
Fine.
It's about time
you started fending for yourself, anyhow.
Keep your phone on.
I might need you to pick me up in an hour.
Maybe you got more balls than I thought.
Oh... I got two.
Well, now...
They're... they're down here.
How you feeling, Tommy?
Not bad. Not bad, really.
You see that on his face? That's spunk, son.
That's what I like to see!
You alright, Spam?
[GRUNTING]
- Jesus, Tommy. - [MOANING]
[HUMMING]
Sylvia,
I cannot believe that you are finally
- coming home to me... - I said I'm considering,
but I have some follow-up questions.
Anything, my crab cake.
- Ask away. Ask away. - Fish and chips?
- Would you like it? Yeah? - So...
how long are you planning on living?
They've given me four months.
- More or less. - More or less?
What does that mean? A week? A year?
A week, at most. Either side.
- Either side. - Yes.
- So it could be earlier? - Oh yes.
And you're sure you have no family?
No secret greedy
long-lost niece down in Vietnam
who's gonna come clamouring for her share?
No!
- [GIGGLING] - And there'll be
no last-ditch effort, spending my inheritance
on Eastern Medicine when the realisation hits
that there's nothing but darkness and worms ahead?
I would not dream of it, my crab cake. My starfish.
Well then, I suppose.
[LAUGHING GIDDILY]
Yeah, I was told I could get a meal on the house?
My dad's the one that got killed by that boxer.
Yes, of course, absolutely.
Young man, I am so sorry
for your loss. And horrified that I may have had
a part in it. I keep thinking,
what could I have done differently?
Be a little less attentive, loving?
So he didn't stomp around doing what he pleases
to no consequence?
Oh, I'm Sylvia Ross, Tommy Ross' mother.
And to think, he's over at Tucker's gym
right now, training for his next kill...
Sylvia! Sylvia, my darling!
Sylvia, thank you! Thank you, Sylvia. Thank you.
Sylvia!
Now, Tommy,
Spam'll be just fine. Couple'a stitches,
- maybe. - No, I told you I didn't want to fight.
I told you that, alright?
I don't want to, and I'm not fighting anymore!
Tommy, don't be saying that!
I'm not just saying it! I'm not,
alright? I don't wanna be fighting!
I'm not fighting anymore!
Listen, man, just stay back.
- Stay out of this. - You wanna make amends?
That's what you want, right?
That's why you're in the morgue, defiling bodies?
No. No, I was not...
Come on!
- You don't wanna do this. - I want a shot at you.
I saw what you did to my dad.
- I saw his face. - Mister?
- Is this your son? - Yeah.
Fight me!
Dad, get Cassius outta here.
Cassius, I'm just gonna tell the man I'm sorry, OK?
Like we talked about. It's OK.
Now you got two toys!
Cassius' lucky day.
Here.
Come on.
[RINGING]
It's my first time.
Mine, too.
Listen, man, I'm a professional...
[GRUNTING]
OK, I deserved that, man.
OK, Rambo,
I hope, uh... I hope that's good for you.
You know what? If you think about it, your dad died
doing something that he loved, and he...
He was pretty lucky.
We can't all be that lucky, you know?
I think he really liked me.
[GROANING]
Wow! That kind of rage,
coupled with a complete lack of mercy...
That... that, Tommy,
that is a fighter.
- I let him do it. - Oh yeah, sure you did.
You think he would have got me down like this as fast?
'Oh, no, I'm a killer!
What am I going to do?'
Tom, you're gonna have
to fight a lot more than journeyman fights
before we ever make a winner out of you, buddy.
I let him fucking beat me, OK!
- Yeah. - I did. Do you think I woulda...
- [TUCKER LAUGHING] - Shut up.
Shut up.
[TUCKER HOOTING]
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