- (indistinct chatter) - (buzzer, door shutting)
- (grunting) - Child (quietly): Ah! Ah!
Boom. Boom. Hey, get back here.
Bang, bang, bang.
(imitates machine gun) Ah! Ah! Get away from me! Ah!
(imitates machine gun, bomb whistling, explosion)
Oh no. I didn't mean to get you. I meant that guy.
(imitates bomb whistle, explosion) Ah! Ah! Ah!
Oh no, what did you do? I don't know.
Barry's Dad: Barry!
- (wind blowing) - (chatter fades)
- Monroe, this is my youngest son, Barry. - Ah, hey there, big guy.
Your dad, uh, tells me you're shy.
You gonna be shy with me? (laughs)
Barry, say hello.
Ah, it's o-- Hey. I-I hear you like, uh, playing army.
You know, your dad and I used to play army.
- Barry! - No, it's alright.
No need to pressure him there, John.
Hey, it was nice to meet you,
son. It really was.
You know, maybe one of these days, uh,
you'll let me play army with you, yeah?
(wind blowing)
- (fluorescent lights buzz) - (tapping)
What do you mean there's no deal?
I'm saying you guys are asking me to turn against a friend,
and I can't do that.
But that wasn't us.
You guys were already in a friend fight.
We have a process in motion of giving you a new life.
- Why would you turn away from that? - Fuches: Gentlemen.
I don't think I should say anything else
without my attorney, Gale Winograde, present.
(sighs)
Gale Winograde is your attorney?
As of this morning, yeah.
I will leave you with this.
Shame on you.
Turning pals into enemies.
It's a dick move.
Cowboy (on TV): Your daddy's gonna be real mad at me.
And he... he's got every right to be,
so I don't want you sticking up for me--
I'd, uh, (clears throat) I'd like to introduce myself.
I'm the Raven.
Over there is my associate,
Barry Berkman.
You probably saw him on the news.
He's a badass cop killer.
(TV continues)
The Raven is connected to some very heavy hitters.
I can't say who. Let's just say,
they're not Russian, but...
you'd think they were.
- Inmate: They Chechens? - Yeah, they're Chechen,
but when the Raven gets outta here,
they're gonna hook him up, and you could get
a piece of the action.
- Fuches: What's your name, son? - Jason.
(scoffs) Jason? No.
Raven can't have a Jason.
Need something with more flair.
Live Wire.
- Fuches: What's your name? - I'm trying to watch a show.
TV fan, are you? Well,
we'll call you... TV-- Groove Tube!
- I don't want a nickname. - Live Wire and Groove Tube.
Yeah, looks like the Raven got himself a gang.
No, for real, I don't like nicknames.
Alright, then you're Jason.
Dude, I'm Jason. My name is Jason.
You're Live Wire, motherfuck!
You're Jason, you're Live Wire, and I'm the Raven!
That speech was really good.
- Thank you. - Now, you had...
I've been taking these acting classes and stuff,
and you knew exactly...
- how to play that. You're-- - Felt relaxed.
Yeah, felt honest, relaxed.
You know, you weren't pushing it at all.
- You were just confident-- - Do you like the names that I came up with?
Yeah.
Yeah. No, those were good.
Figure it'll take this lawyer a long time
to finally spring us, so...
we get ourselves a little contingent, a little...
- safety in numbers. - Yeah.
- I'll get 'em in line. Yeah. - Good.
Can't believe those Feds
trying to talk me into wearing a wire.
Really, I'm...
I'm sorry, buddy.
- No, I get it. It's okay. - Yeah.
Gonna get me a new life.
Witness protection.
And I said, "Fuck off."
I can't do that to family.
Oh, Winograde can meet us at 3:00 PM.
- Okay. Alright. - Mm-hmm.
Interested to see what he says. Apparently, he's a beast.
(boats rumbling)
(ship horn blows)
Cristobal: Bong?
Bong!
Bong: Cristobal?
I see you are still in the shipping business.
What do you want?
A while ago, Hank and I approached you with a deal.
The crime utopia thing. I remember.
- Played volleyball. - Cristobal: (laughs) Yes, well,
we are back in business, my friend,
and we have an operations that we could use your services for.
It would be an equal share.
Who else is involved?
Well, we are holding a meeting with, hopefully, you.
And the Guatemalans.
We're at war with those motherfuckers.
You'll never get us at a table together.
Eh... I think I can.
If that table happens to be at the bestest place on the earth.
(loud video game effects)
Before we start,
I have to applaud you.
It's not an easy task, putting aside differences,
trading out your guns for your listening ears,
then trucking all the way
to the Dave and the Busters here in Torrance.
It takes a strong will to do such things.
I would know. Not long ago,
I was the head of the Bolivian cartel.
We were at war with the Chechens.
They belittled us, fought us,
stole from us, completely destroyed our operations.
But now... (laughs)
We're fucking.
Not implying that's where you guys are headed.
I understand Cristobal and I are total unicorn situation.
The point is, we were able to put aside a major blood feud
and the only way to do such a thing
is by first admitting
what you don't do well.
By admitting what you need.
See, the Chechens had style and distribution,
but we were complete boners at stealing shit.
And we were the best of thieves,
but had no idea how to distribute.
And we were too busy blowing the shit out of each other
to realize that we needed each other.
Our strengths could help each other's weaknesses.
Together, we were stronger.
Together, we are stronger.
Okay, say that shit in your mind right now.
Make it your mantra. And at first,
I get that you may need to hold your nose
when working with someone who might have killed
a close friend or family member. That sucks, but...
That shit will fade away when you see
the amazing bounty of power
that comes with working together.
Now, we have a pitch that will bring us all together
in a way that we will all profit,
where we will all succeed beyond our wildest imagination,
but there must be zero bloodshed!
Hello! Can I start you guys with an appetizer?
Uh, yes, we'll have some jalapeno poppers for the table, please.
The killing must stop!
If the Bolivians and the Chechens can do it...
we all...
can do it.
- (video games continue) - (patrons cheer)
Cristobal: Yes! Okay,
fantastic! Okay, everyone, everyone,
come with me, and we will all go to the Wicked Tuna right here.
Right here. Okay, come with me, come with me.
- Look, right over here, we have the Pac-Man. Huh? - (phone buzzing)
We have the Hungry Hippo. And we have the Skee-ball...
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
(crow cawing)
- (indistinct chatter) - (distant buzz)
(banging on door)
Guard: Berkman, you got a visitor.
Come on, let's go.
- Oh, is it my lawyer? - Guard: Don't know.
Barry: I'm sorry.
- (flatly) Hello. How are you? - Barry: I am really sorry.
How are you?
(sighs) I fucked up.
I'm really sorry, Sally.
Sally: How's Muffin?
- Who's Muffin? - Sally: Muffin. Our dog, Muffin.
Remember, before you were arrested?
Muffin bit me, and you said
you were gonna find him a new home. Did you?
I told you what I did to Muffin.
No, you didn't tell me.
That's why I flew all the way here.
Where's the dog buried?
Honey, the dog h-has a new home. The dog's safe.
You got nothing to worry about. You're okay.
(Barry sighs)
Is that the only thing you came here for?
Yeah.
- Then, why aren't you leaving? - (Sally sniffles)
I tried to go home, and... (inhales)
it was just so awful.
Barry: Sally, I didn't-- I didn't lie to you.
- You did... You did. - Barry: I didn't lie to you.
I didn't lie to you. I just...
I didn't tell you the part I didn't want to be true.
Sally, I'm a piece of shit. You gave me a life
I don't fucking deserve.
You were so loving to me
and you made me feel... (gasps)
like a fucking human.
And it was just you being you. Just you being Sally.
Why aren't you leaving?
I feel safe with you.
You feel safe with me? Is that what you said?
- You feel safe with me? - (phone crackling)
Sally.
You feel safe with me? Is that what you said?
Sally, that's beautiful. Do you really feel safe with me?
Sally?
Sally, do you feel safe with me?
Do you mean that? 'Cause you are safe with me, Sally.
You're always gonna be safe with me.
Sally, I love you.
I love you. Sally!
- (bangs on window)
- I love you. And you're always-- - (bangs on window)
You're always safe with me!
(door unlocks, opens)
(buzzer)
(door shuts, clicks)
(clears throat) Gene Cousineau?
Holy shit, you got here fast.
You wanna go inside?
What do you drive, a rocket ship?
Or should we go someplace else?
Were you followed?
N-No.
Okay. Listen.
The address is in here.
Once you get there,
lock the door.
Shit.
(chatter, laughter)
- Cristobal: Alright. - (shushing)
Cristobal: Don't lie. You had some fun.
Together.
That's what this is all about, man.
So, why did we bring you here?
It is because of this.
But this is not what you are thinking. (laughs) It is--
- It's not heroin. - Not heroin.
This is sand.
High-quality sand is a hot commodity.
Every construction company needs it
to make their foundation stronger,
more resilient.
First, we will corner the market in California.
- Then, the entire country. - But, in order to do so,
we need Bong's ports and trucks,
and we need Manny and Jorge's muscle to make sure
the construction sites are only using our stuff.
Excuse me, we've got this room for, like, another hour, please!
- Cristobal: Jesus. - NoHo Hank: Thank you.
Me and Hank will turn this into legitimate enterprise.
You'll soon be 9-to-5, assholes.
It will grow in a way that we can do business
not in the shadows, but in the light.
- Call a tailor 'cause y'all gonna need suits. - (Cristobal laughs)
We are going to turn into solid citizens.
It will give us a community,
but most importantly...
(clicks tongue) it will make us rich.
- (applause) - (murmuring)
I'd like to propose something real quick to the fellas.
When it comes to enforcing and protecting said merch,
sometimes, you need that ace in the hole.
Ours is top assassin named Barry Berkman.
Now, homie's in prison.
But you know what we're gonna do?
We're going to break him out. Prison break 2023!
(chairs creaking)
(hushed murmuring)
(sighs) Hank, what are you doing?
Okay, Barry's Splash Brothers of assassins. We need him.
What are you saying? What are you talking about?
I looked at the prison online.
It's super easy to break into.
- (scoffs) Is this a yoke? - No, this is not a yoke.
- Cristobal: What you are proposing is stupid. - NoHo Hank: Okay, you're the one
- who's talking about fucking sand. - You said you liked the sand.
- (dialogue fades out) - (wind fades in)
(wind blowing)
Young Barry (quietly): Get over here. Get over here.
(indistinct whispering)
Young Barry: Ah... Hey, get back here.
Fuches: Hey, bud. Remember me? Your dad's friend?
Yeah, he told me to come out here,
tell you it's, uh, time for lunch.
- Young Barry: Okay. - Fuches: Okay.
What you got there? Is that a good guy or a bad guy?
- Young Barry: Bad guy. - Fuches: Bad guy.
- Cool-ocity. Who fights him? - (quiet rhythmic clapping)
Young Barry: Everyone but himself.
- Fuches: Oh, okay. - Young Barry: Yeah.
Fuches: And the, the yellow guy? Is he fighting?
- Young Barry: Yeah. - Fuches: Yeah?
Young Barry: So, he kills the bronze,
- winds his arm back, and then, bling! Whoosh! - (clapping grows louder)
- And it pushes the other one, and boom! Yeah. - (Fuches laughs)
Fuches: That's cool. What about the guy in white? What does he do?
Young Barry: So, he's supposed to be camouflaged,
but it's not snowing...
- (dialogue fades out) - (clapping intensifies)
- (loud whooshing) - (bride laughing)
- (crowd cheering) - (whooshing, rhythmic clapping stop)
- (applause) - (big band music playing)
(cheering echoes)
- (sound fades out) - (music continues)
(whooshing)
(music fades out)
(heavy breathing)
(rumbling)
(muffled crowd whispering)
(inaudible)
(tense music playing)
Lindsay: Sally, I can't be your agent.
(music ends)
Sally: Okay, look, I know...
I accused you of a lot of things
that weren't technically true,
so I understand you, personally,
not wanting to work with me,
but if you could just recommend me
to someone, anyone.
Even a small boutique agency.
I mean, I'll read for Waitress Number Two. I'll do--
Do you read what people are saying about you
on social media?
No.
- Well, now it's going to mainstream media. - (beep, video playing)
Reporter (on video): And coming up later in our show,
there's a new development
in the viral "Entitled C-word Girl."
Turns out, her boyfriend was an entitled K-word. A killer.
You need to understand the gravity
of what you're up against here.
It's not just about Natalie's video.
You and Barry are linked.
You're getting called out for thanking him at your premiere.
People are grabbing images of the two of you
- off your Facebook. - But I'm the victim here.
You are no longer Sally Reed.
You're the "Entitled Cunt Girl"
who dated a serial killer.
It's not like your career is over.
If you wanted, you could have...
a reality show or...
a podcast.
And you would make more money than God.
You have two high-profile strikes against you,
and, on top of that,
you have integrity.
I'm so sorry.
(sighs)
(piano intro to "Desperado" playing)
♪ Desperado... ♪
♪ Why don't you come to your senses? ♪
♪ You've been out riding fences ♪
Ah. Take a seat.
♪ For so long now ♪
♪ Oh, you're a hard one ♪
♪ But I know that... ♪
(sighs)
So, can I interview you now?
The only reason I brought you here
is because I just can't have more attention.
I can't be in the spotlight.
So, I'm gonna tell you the story,
just once,
only to you, for "Vanity Fair."
And I'm gonna tell it to you
in the only way I know how.
♪ Don't your feet get cold... ♪
- (music gets louder, turns off) - Gene: Shit.
(lights click)
(deep, lisping voice) Mister! Mister, please!
I need to be in the theater! Don't close the theater!
(normal voice) Hey, I am so sorry,
but my class is the most sought after in this city.
It's-- It's full. Just scram.
(deep voice) No! I-I-I need to be in that theater!
You know, I just came back from the war.
It did somethin' terrible to me.
Yeah, a-and the word on the street is
you don't just teach acting.
You save lives!
If I don't get into that theater,
I'm gonna go home, and kablam!
(normal voice) Not on my watch, son.
Not on my watch.
And that was the first day that I met Barry Berkman.
Now, he came to me like most of my students.
He was eager. He was dumb.
So, what did I do?
I got into his brain and I set up shop.
And pretty soon...
he opened like a flower.
And then one day,
like Siegfried...
or Roy...
he turned on me,
like an ungrateful tiger.
(long sigh)
So you handle a lot of cases like this?
- Is this an audition? I don't do auditions. - Fuches: No, no.
- Everyone knows you're one of the best. - Gale Winograde: Yeah.
Fucking ask me to audition.
I don't know whether Cousineau wore a wire or not,
but if he did, they have Barry on there
saying he killed Janice Moss.
I have an audio engineer.
I bring him up in front of the jury.
He records me saying bullshit, like, "How much is this mop?
Why is my hot dog wet?" Ring Around the Rosie nonsense.
And then he cuts it up, mixes it live, he plays it back,
and it comes out as me saying incriminating shit
my client supposedly said.
"I killed X guy on Y day." Whatever.
- Cool. - Gale: Yeah. I also had this other asshole.
He said he shot somebody outside of a club.
They had him on video. I said it was deepfaked.
So, I had my nerd put my face on the shooter, and then I said,
"Oh, no. Looks like I did it," you know? And then,
I put my hands behind my back like I was gettin' cuffed.
Fuckin' jury laughed so hard.
I killed it that day.
Was he the shooter?
Sure.
So, where the hell is Berkman, huh?
You killed a cop. Why should you get a deal?
I got a lot to offer.
- We don't want Fuches. - Is he still mad at me?
We need the other jobs you pulled.
I can give you the Chechens, Bolivians, all the LA gangs.
I used to be in their network.
♪ ♪
You worked for international crime syndicates?
Uh-huh. I just got one request.
Agent Harris: What's that?
Can I take someone with me?
♪ ♪
Gene: Okay. So, I successfully escape from a trunk.
I survived a wild pack of dogs.
I go home
and there he is.
His arm around my grandson.
Death in his eyes.
And then I realize...
he's not in charge.
I am.
I know how to press those buttons.
Hey, I installed them.
I love you, Barry.
(deep voice) You do?
(normal voice) You betcha.
(deep voice) Can you say it again?
(normal voice) Sure, why not? I love you.
(deep voice) Mr. Cousineau, I would do anything for your forgiveness.
(normal voice) The next time I see him,
he's got his hat firmly in his hand,
and in the other hand,
a bag filled with $250,000 cash.
Then, the dope looked at me and said...
(deep voice) I will do anything for your forgiveness,
Mr. Cousineau.
(normal voice) Oh, you will, fuckface.
You will.
(sighs) Wow. I, uh, I got more than I bargained for with that.
That was an amazing story. It was long. It was--
But, it was an amazing long story.
Well, I laid it out as honestly as I could.
So, uh, Barry took you hostage, got your career back on track,
and then you punched him in the face.
And then, you and Jim Moss teamed up, and you busted him.
That's about the size of it.
I'm an anonymous source, right?
- Yes. - Hush-hush?
- Hush-hush. - Great! Let me walk you out.
Now, if you wanna talk about the show,
you can talk about the show. Fine.
But just don't say who the actor was
or who the director or the writer is
or any of those kind of things because that could be bad.
♪ ♪
Why didn't you tell me about Barry?
How could you know and not warn me?
Oh, uh, he kidnapped me.
Uh, he threatened me.
H-He threatened my family. I--
I was the one living with him!
And you're telling me
that you didn't see one sign?
No.
Sally.
We're both victims here.
He was obsessed with us. He treated us like superstars.
As actors,
that's really hard to resist.
But, it's over.
So why did you really come?
I don't know.
I do. It's home.
Listen to me.
When the world is against you,
your back is against the wall,
there is only one thing you can do.
What?
Teach.
Barry! What's going on, man?
Winograde is waiting for us--
- Who the hell are you? - (door shuts)
I'm Tomas.
Fuches: Wha-- Where's the guy who was in here?
I'm Tomas.
I don't give a fuck what your name is!
Where is the guy who is supposed to be in here?!
They said he got moved to special housing.
♪ ♪
But I'm Tomas.
Cristobal: Hank.
I can't do this alone. You embarrassed me today.
From now on, you need to clear shit with me
before just saying it to the guys, yeah?
We need to be a team here. It's bad optics.
I'm super onboard with this sand shit, okay?
Then why are you bringing up Barry?
I thought we could use him.
- Be honest with me. - Honest about what?
Cristobal: Why are you bringing up Barry?
(sighs)
Barry's in prison. Okay?
He needs our help.
I love you, Hank.
I want you to hear that.
But I think it's shit like this why people think you are soft.
♪ ♪
Barry doesn't care about you.
He never has.
I feel like I understand him now.
- Understand him? How? - (phone buzzing)
I need to take this.
(phone buzzing)
- Hello? - Fuches (on phone): When you're honest,
- you get fucked. - NoHo Hank: Fuches?
Fuches: Love will lead you to ruin.
Are these song titles?
- Barry betrayed me. - NoHo Hank (on phone): Are you with him?
Okay, listen, I think I figured out a way to get you guys out.
I showed him how I really felt.
- He betrayed me. - NoHo Hank: How?
Hm. (sighs)
I had a sweet deal with the FBI, but I didn't do it
'cause I wanted to do right by that kid for a change.
I just found out he took it.
H-He's telling them everything.
(soft laugh) Maybe I deserve this, you know? (sighs)
Barry's working with the FBI?
Fuches: I don't know who to turn to, Hank. I mean, you know him.
- Why would he do that to me? - (hangs up)
(birds chirping)
Who was that?
We have to kill Barry.
- (birds continue chirping) - (wind blowing)