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That's cool. What kind of stuff does he

have you doing? What's your day like?

Well, I normally go in around 1:00...

and I just do errands for my dad

and bookkeeping and all that.

Just, you know, living the life.

You know me, Molly.

- Hey. It sounds nice. Better than my job.

- Yeah.

Uh, do they have you working

on Saturday night?

Yeah, I actually do have to work

on Saturday night.

Would you maybe want to grab coffee

in the afternoon?

- I can do that. That sounds good.

- Yeah?

Yeah, sure. Hey.

Hey, Saturday afternoon's perfect.

But listen. I gotta go.

I'll talk to you soon, okay?

- Yeah. I'll see you on Saturday.

- Okay.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye.

Molly always

reminded White Mike of his mother.

They'd been friends since she was seven...

and she couldn't remember a time

she hadn't been in love with him.

Molly came to Mike's mother's funeral,

but Mike didn't talk to her.

He didn't talk to anyone that day.

When his mother died a year ago...

Mike dropped out of school

and started dealing to his ex-classmates.

That's how it was.

And that's how it still is.

# I'm just a tiger and I'm looking for a tigress #

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What the f*** is this sh*t?

Chris!

Oh, Christopher!

Oh, my God. It's him. It's Claude.

- Go f*** him.

- What? Like just go-

- Go.

- Okay.

F***!

Chris's brother Claude

once took a sh*t in the middle of his bed...

just to see what their parents would do.

They made Luisa the housekeeper

clean it up.

He thought that was hilarious.

The story made him a legend.

Daddy's home, boys.

Hi, Claude.

Listen. You're not gonna be a f***in' p*ssy

and tell Mom I'm home, are you?

- Of course not.

- Yeah?

What about the time I Went AWOL from Mountain

School and was chilling in the Hamptons?

I told you a thousand times, Claude,

that wasn't me that ratted you out.

- Just keep it shut.

- What happened?

I kicked the boot camp guy's ass and split.

So f*** your punk-ass party!

- Yo, T-Man.

- Hey, man.

- We're out.

- Right now?

Yes, now.

Now!

- Wait.

- What if Mom and Dad call?

Just keep your mouth shut.

Hi.

Hunter?

- I'm kind of tired, Dad.

- Hey. Look.

I gotta get going, but your letter of intent

is due in a couple Weeks.

I just want to remind you how lucky you are

that you're going to Harvard.

I worked my ass off in prep school,

and even if I got into Harvard...

your grandfather wouldn't let me go.

And look, the, um-

The cell phones-

they're not gonna work on the boat.

So, I want to use the sat phone, all right?

You didn't even notice the blood, Dad?

Hunter.

Claude and Tobias are in Chinatown...

buying a barbecued duck

for Claude's piranhas.

In Claude's pockets he's carrying

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