Barry: Alright, I'm gonna time you on this
because most murderers don't wait for you
to put your gun together and shoot 'em.
- Ready? - Why can't I just leave the safety on?
- Because John will know how to turn it off. - No, he won't.
- Look, boys instinctively know how guns and cars work. - (sighs)
Alright? I can't have him messing around
with this stuff while I'm in LA.
Alight? Here we go. Five, four,
three, two, one.
- Assemble. - (timer beeps)
Assemble it.
- Sally, assemble it! - Why can't we just move again?
- (timer beeps) - (sighs)
Because you can't outrun a movie.
People are gonna see it. It's gonna bring
a lot of unwanted attention to us.
You know what's gonna bring unwanted attention to us?
Killing Gene.
What's your big plan, huh? What, you're gonna go to LA,
you're gonna kill Gene, the head of the studio,
anyone else who has read about us?
- Just Gene. - Why?
Because this whole movie is gonna be from his point of view,
and that's...
not the truth.
Okay? And I don't want our son to see it.
(sighs)
You know...
I don't think that this is God's message for you.
Because this goes against everything we believe.
Killing is a sin, a big one.
- And I don't think that-- - This isn't a discussion, alright?
We either do this, or we drop John off
at an orphanage, and we kill ourselves.
I think you just wanna do this because Gene turned you in.
I want our son to know his parents.
He thinks my name is Emily.
But he knows the real you.
Lord, please give us the strength to get through
these next 24 hours.
Please give John the strength to know that his daddy
is gonna be back from LA,
and that he's gonna be okay.
Please give Mommy the strength to not leave the house...
and to tend to John's needs.
Amen.
Wh-Why can't I come with you?
'Cause it's work stuff.
But you don't have a job.
It's a job interview.
Would we have to move again?
If everything goes well, no.
I have to stay home while Mom's at work?
Well, I called in sick today, sweetie,
so I'm gonna be with you until Daddy gets back.
Sound good?
(sighs) Okay, I know. I know.
- It's gonna be okay. - John: Don't go.
Barry: It's gonna be alright.
It's okay.
- Oh... (sniffles) - (Sally sighs)
- Oh, you're my big guy. - (patting back)
John: I love you so much.
Barry: You're my big guy.
Okay, now I'm gettin' sad.
(car engine rumbling, growing louder)
(birds chirping)
(tires squeal)
- (parking brake creaks) - (engine cuts)
(bluesy harmonica music playing)
(gate opens)
("The Wizard" by Black Sabbath playing)
♪ ♪
- (music stops) - (birds chirping)
- (tires screech) - (rock music playing on radio)
(engine revving)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! What are you doing?
- Slow down! What-- Stop! Stop! Stop! Hey, come on! Stop! - (tires screech)
- Whoo! Shit. - (radio stops, doors open)
Mr. Fuches.
- So nice to finally meet you. - (car doors shut)
Welcome to Nohobal. My name is Val, and I...
(indistinct chatter)
(soft lobby music)
Hey, guys? Hank's office is this way.
I will show you. Please follow me.
(elevator dings)
Val: This is the executive floor with kitchen, juice bar.
Can I interest anyone in something to drink?
Small batch kombucha maybe?
Kale smoothie?
- Jason: Y'all got Squirt? - Val: Squirt? No.
- Damian: How about Jolt? - Val: Uh, one second.
- (Val speaking Chechen) - (door opens)
- Yay! - (shuts laptop)
Wow, look at what the cat brought in...
to the house! Alright!
Wow! So good to see you.
What the fuck happened to you?
I found myself.
In a tattoo parlor?
No, Hank.
My body tells the story of my journey.
Initially, I went through a gauntlet of...
pain, but that pain turned into pleasure.
Pleasure manifested--
(shouting gibberish) Oh, so these are the guys, huh?
- Welcome, guys. - Yep.
We are at your service.
Right. Right. Still trying to figure out what that looks like.
In the meantime, all of you have these.
You can access the money you're owed on the Moolah app.
(sighs) All 800.
Well, that's for you to distribute how you like.
(Fuches sighs)
I was a good soldier on the inside.
I kept my mouth shut.
Don't play businessman with me, Hank.
Don't worry.
Whatever you do for us, I'll make sure
it is extremely lucrative.
We can move forward on two conditions.
You put us up on your best property,
and then you find and deliver
Barry Berkman to me.
Barry? (laughs)
That's old news, man.
I mean, Barry's in the wind.
He's probably dead.
I can definitely get you guys a house--
- Your best house. - But I suggest you move on from Barry.
Okay? We have much better fish to fry.
Barry, alone, in a room with me and my guys.
That's the top priority.
We'll see what we can do.
Pastor Pat (on headphones): This is Pastor Pat, and on today's podcast,
we're gonna talk about what it means to sin.
To sin is to choose our own way against God's way,
and we know all the big ones.
Using God's name in vain, being lustful, stealing.
There's no real reason to rank sins, you know.
You can't say this one's worse than that one.
That's not really how it works.
Unless you're talking about murder, of course.
- (sighs) - Murder is, by far, the worst--
Attendant (over PA): ...passengers seated in the zones E and F at this time.
Gene: Tom, what is all this shit you put in my house?
Well, I'm gonna have everything moved outta here
as soon as I find myself a new place.
Of course, that does require me locating a, uh,
a white glove moving service.
- For dolls? - They're not dolls, Gene.
It's the world's foremost collection.
They truly mean the world to me.
Listen, get yourself together and get dressed, okay?
We've got a pitch to hear. Let's go.
(light piano music playing)
We thought the article turned out great.
Well, Gene can't really consult
until we find out what the film is about.
Josie: Here's the movie in a nutshell.
It's a cat-and-mouse thriller
between a teacher and his killer student.
Now, Barry Berkman is the main character,
but he's the villain.
You, Gene Cousineau, would be the hero that defeats him.
Tom: Ah-ha.
Well, that, uh, that does sound rather interesting.
The studio is very excited.
We think we can attract some A-list talent.
No kidding?
So, uh, what do you think, Gene?
You can't make this movie.
Why?
You know, there was a time when I would be thrilled by this.
I was a narcissistic, self-involved person.
But for the past eight years,
I've been living on a kibbutz in Israel,
where I learned selflessness and true happiness.
Now, when Tom told me that you were making a movie about Barry,
- I had my concerns. - (Tom sighs)
But now that I've heard your pitch,
I see my concerns are warranted.
But, this movie is what happened.
It's the truth.
This is a mindless entertainment.
You are glorifying a psychopath,
and you're exploiting the memory of the woman I loved.
Gene, listen. This is merely a discussion, you know?
I mean, they could wind up making the movie
with whatever you're comfortable with.
What I'm comfortable with is this movie going away,
and you leaving me and the memory of Janice alone.
(laughs) I'm sorry, but we are going to make this movie
- with or without you. - Well, I'm very sorry.
- You're gonna have a fight on your hands. - DA Agent: Gene Cousineau!
The DA would like to see you.
Take two bites of that salad and come with me.
- (mystical music playing) - Pastor Carl (on headphones): Hi, this is Pastor Carl,
and on today's podcast, we're gonna be talking about
is a sin actually a sin?
- (car unlocks) - Now, some of the sins that we all know from the Bible
- are pretty serious, but others, uh, not that bad. - (opens door)
- Some of it is just human behavior. - (door ajar beeping)
Let's start with the big one first.
- Matthew 5-21. "Thou shalt not kill." - (starts engine)
Now, when talking about taking a human life...
(continues over car speaker) ...the act of killing another person,
that's pretty generally considered a sin,
but it's a little more complicated than that.
Because the Old Testament tells us
that there are sanctioned killings in the eyes of God.
- Barry: Exactly. - Pastor Carl: There's also an eye for an eye.
Now, I'm a big believer in capital punishment, obviously.
(continues on headphones) In ancient times, we know God commanded his followers
to wipe out whole cities and peoples. It had to be done.
Those people had to kill
- to protect future generations. - (muffled chatter)
But, at the end of the day, I, I ask myself...
- I'm sorry, what? - Clerk: Oh, uh...
By law, I'm supposed to show you these pictures.
Oh, okay.
(bag crinkles, thuds)
- Thank you. - Clerk: Mm-hmm.
Pastor Carl (on headphones): But before you get too bloodthirsty,
just know most killings are not sanctioned by God.
You can't just kill anyone that crosses you.
That's murder, and you will go to Hell.
(bag crinkles)
(sighs)
(muffled office chatter)
So, you shot your son.
Disappeared for eight years.
Onto a kibbutz.
I really thought my life was in danger.
You could have come to us.
But you were the ones who were supposed to protect me
against Berkman.
Do you have any idea where he is?
(sighs)
We lost track of him eight years ago.
You came out of hiding, risked your life for a movie?
I did not want Berkman immortalized.
I thought that was worth it.
So, you found a spine over there in Israel?
I did.
How'd your son take seeing you?
Pastor Nick (on radio): Hey, everybody! It's Pastor Nick Saint Angelo again,
and on today's podcast, we're gonna talk about
how murder is definitely not a sin.
Now, the Bible is filled with tons of righteous
and justified killings.
Most of them are my favorite part of the book.
But how are you supposed to know in your own life
when it's okay to use violence?
Well, as many of you know, I was an enforcer
for the Rockford Ice Hogs, and, in 1997,
I was sentenced to 10 years for killing Billy Zorillo
in an exhibition game.
Since then, people have been surprised
at my general lack of guilt around this incident.
- I just tell 'em it's because it was done within my faith. - (parks, cuts engine)
- (sighs) - Now, what does that mean?
It means I prayed about it,
and I looked for God's signs.
If you go back and watch the replay,
you'll see Zorillo check my teammate Mark Flanagan,
putting him in the hospital.
This pissed me off.
This gave me an intense feeling
that I knew was a sign from God saying,
"You got my blessing, Nicky."
- Bingo. - (turns of radio)
- (deep exhale) - (birds chirping)
- (wind blowing outside) - (John sniffling)
(sighs)
(exhales)
Hey, Johnny...
you wanna color?
- Johnny: Mm-mmm. - (sighs)
How about some lunch? Are you hungry?
(smoke alarm beeping)
- (beeping stops) - (Johnny sniffling)
Johnny: Mm!
(wind continues blowing)
Worked really fucking hard on that.
(Johnny sniffling)
(sighs)
- (sighs) - (Johnny sniffling)
(sniffling)
Okay, sweetie.
- Drink your juice. - (John sniffles)
Come on, everyone! That's it, stick together.
Find your buddy. Okay? (inhales)
Ah, breathe in those Malibu trade winds. It's great.
(birds chirping)
Alright.
Welcome to your new home!
Entourage: Oh...
Yep. We got the infinity pool.
- Entourage: Ooh... - Yeah.
And this is the place de résistance.
- The crow's nest. - Entourage: Whoa...
Yeah. Now, listen up, guys.
We updated your Moolah app.
- We're hooking you up with two grand each! - (excited chatter)
And Nohobal Enterprises would like to have you homies
be our security for the new sites
on Beachwood fucking Canyon, alright?
Let's go. You'll be paid handsomely. Let's fucking go!
- (cheering) - Yeah! Yeah!
(chatter fades)
(sighs)
(wind blowing)
(sighs)
And you're gonna put out feelers
for our dumb, lanky friend, right?
- Yeah, already in the works. - Mm.
His acting teacher resurfaced.
Shut the fuck up.
- Let me handle it. - (sighs)
We do not need any heat on that front.
Just focus on making sure
your guys protect my properties, alright?
You got it.
NoHo Hank: Alright, guys! Let's check out the rest of the house.
(soft, excited chatter)
(sighs)
(birds chirping)
Hello, Leo.
Come on in.
Well, that's a sign.
(racks slide)
Um... (laughs)
I came to apologize for shooting you.
I thought you were somebody else.
Then, Tom told me that your injuries
were not life-threatening. Baruch Hashem.
I'm gonna be paying back that debt
for the rest of my life.
Why are you back?
Warner Brothers wants to make a movie of my life.
- (scoffs) Of course. - I came to kill the movie
because I don't want that kind of attention.
I don't believe that.
Well, I knew you were gonna say that,
and you'll just have to see.
(door ajar beeping)
(sighs)
(gun rattling)
(vehicle approaching)
(bus brakes squeaking)
(rooster crowing)
(heavy breathing)
Gene: Hi, Gordon.
What is he doing here?
Uh, it's okay. Hug your grandfather.
(patting back)
You are so handsome!
How long are you in town for?
As long as you're comfortable.
(room door shuts)
You still have the same number?
I don't. I have a new one,
and I'm gonna give it to you right now.
(birds chirping)
(door ajar beeping)
(sighs)
(long exhale)
Fuck.
- (wind blowing outside) - (clock ticking)
Sally: John.
(quiet snoring)
John, it's too bright.
John, go nap in your bed.
- (sighs) - (chair creaking)
Come on, wake up.
Wake up and go nap in your bed.
- Your room. - (snoring)
(Sally groans)
John, come on. Wake up!
- (John groans) - (sighs)
(sighs)
Okay.
You sleep here.
(quiet snoring continues)
(metallic clattering)
(bullet rolling, stops)
Male voice (muffled): Hey. Hey, bitch!
I'm comin' for you, bitch!
(quiet gasp)
I'm comin' for you, and that boy of yours.
(wind blowing)
(grunting)
(wind gusting)
(blinds rattling)
(locks door)
(sighs)
(wind blowing)
(shuts, locks window)
(quiet snoring continues)
(slams door)
Male voice: Ah! You fuck!
- (objects clattering) - What the fuck!
- Did you poke me in the eye? - (crashing)
- Fucking bitch! - (objects breaking)
(groaning)
What is that, metal?
- Hey, kid, wake up. What'd your mom put in my eye? - (door rattling)
(gasping)
Sally: Open the fucking door!
- Male voice: Wake up. - (objects clattering)
He's not waking up! He's not breathing!
- What'd you put in my eye? - (crashing)
- (gun rattling) - (Sally muttering)
- What did you put in my eye?! - Sally: Come on!
- Male voice: You fucking bitch! - (engine revving)
- Fucking bitch! - (gun clicking)
- You fucking bitch! What did you put in my eye?! - (engine roaring)
- (loud crash) - (Sally screaming)
- (gasping) - (house creaking, objects falling)
(engine roaring)
- (screaming) - (furniture breaking, smashing)
- (gasping) - (engine roaring)
- (loud crash) - (screaming)
- (gasping, whimpering) - (house creaking)
(loud crash, clattering)
- (objects falling, settling) - (gasping)
(engine roaring)
(Sally gasping)
(tires spin, engine roars)
- (Sally panting) - (John snoring)
Fuches: Everybody raise a glass.
- Raise it up. Not you. Raise it up. - (entourage murmur)
I got a family now, boys!
- (glasses clinking) - Motherfucker! Hey!
(laughs) I didn't even think that was possible.
But this woman right here,
she opened a valve in my heart
I didn't think existed.
And now, I've also inherited
a daughter! Who I... just met.
I mean, I'm a father! Can you believe that?
I'm a fuckin' dad?
(Fuches laughs)
But, guess what? She's going to college.
Yeah, I study, um, agriculture at Pepperdine.
- Pepperdine? - Is a very good school.
- Great volleyball. - Fuches: Yeah!
Pepperdine! And she is a fucking genius.
But, you? Y-Y-You started with that dinky,
you know, sand operation, and now, you...
Well, you have an empire, Mr. Fortune 500.
Mr. Nice Guy.
Mr. Hanging with the Mayor and Actors and Shit.
Yeah, I didn't think you had it in you, but you proved me wrong
by putting your biggest competitors
through a fuckin' sand silo!
The NoHo Hourglass.
Fuches: Oof! The NoHo Hourglass!
That is legendary shit in the joint, man.
You know, I was there, too.
Yeah, yeah? Oh, you know-- You know about it?
- I was there with the sand, yes. - Yeah.
You did it! (laughs) And then, you,
you know, you got rid of Cristobal,
you took his idea, and you made it into your own.
And you are now doing so well with it.
I'm so proud of him. Aren't you proud of him?
I didn't kill Cristobal.
(laughs) What?
Our rivals had Cristobal killed.
Oh, that's funny.
That's a funny motherfucking thing you just said. (laughs)
No, I-- huh?
Fuches?
I think you might be a little drunk.
Oh, yeah! I'm definitely drunk,
(laughs) but you know what?
That doesn't change the truth, does it?
(sighs) You're talking all sorts of crazy shit right now, man.
Buddy, buddy, buddy. Everybody knows
you had him killed, right?
I'm just sayin', why don't you accept it?
You're a badass,
and I'm giving you a fuckin' compliment.
(chair slides)
(footsteps)
NoHo Hank: That's it. Deal's over.
I want you and your fucking men outta here, alright?
By tomorrow morning.
Okay? This is done. Deal is fucking done.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - You...
You fucking say that's a compliment, huh?
You're saying this shit as a fucking compliment?
Fuck you. I want you fucking out by tomorrow,
7:00 AM, okay?
What if I don't get outta here?
You're gonna give me one of those suits? (wheezes)
(laughing)
You bald fuck! I'm not goin' anywhere!
(quiet Chechen chatter)
What the fuck happened?
♪ ♪
(phone dial tone)
Barry (on voicemail): Hi, this is Clark.
Leave a message, and I'll call you Scott Bakula.
(beep)
Sally: Barry, where the fuck are you?
Things have gotten really bad here.
Barry, you need to come home right now. Come home.
(heavy breathing)
Where the fuck are you?
(insects chirping)
Tom?
(ominous music playing)
(sighs)
(gasps)
(racks slide)
♪ ♪
(ominous music)
(door creaks)
- (muffled yell) - (silence)
- (insects chirping) - (inhales)
(shallow breathing)
(insects continue chirping)
(car passing, radio playing)
(dog barking)
(car passing)
(insects continue chirping)
(distant helicopter whirring)
(distant sirens blare)
(dog barking)
(insects continue chirping)