(birds chirping)
(wind blowing)
(Barry gasping)
Barry: Lord, please watch over me
and fill me with your courage and grace.
(voice breaking) Please watch over my son John
and fill his heart with his daddy's love.
Jim: So you're a man of God now?
Barry: Please take away all his nightmares.
Jim: You think because you've repented,
you get to choose where you're gonna go after you die?
Barry: Give his mother the strength to look over him.
Jim: You know where you're goin', and you're afraid.
Barry (whimpering): I just want my boy to be safe.
- (wind blowing, waves washing ashore) - (Barry gasping)
Barry: Why are you showing me this?
Jim: I'm not showin' you anything.
This is all in your head, Barry.
Barry: Why can't I feel my arms and legs?
Jim: I cut them off.
(Barry crying)
Barry: Please...
Jim: I wanna watch you experience seeing the people you love
- for the last time. - (Barry crying)
(deep, menacing music)
Barry: John...
Oh, my God. (sobs)
Oh, my God, John.
- (whimpering) - (deep, menacing tone)
- (sobbing) - (cacophony swells)
- (gasps) - (silence)
- (whimpering) - (chair creaking)
(birds chirping outside)
(car passing)
Tom: "The world needs to know what the studio is doing
"by making this movie.
"They are sensationalizing a tragedy
and elevating a murderer. I will not let that happen."
There's all these comments.
Look at that, they're all positive.
- Gene: See? It's working. - Tom: Yeah. You know,
this is like a really interesting way to go, Gene.
Really.
I mean, I didn't think of it before, but it's like--
it's like y-you're decided
to take th-the more honorable path, you know?
Hey, all I'm trying to do is protect her memory.
I'll tell you what you're doing with this.
You are showing them to be the whores that they are!
That's what you're doing!
Yeah.
♪ ♪
(quiet lobby chatter)
(somber music)
Val: They're waiting for you.
Who?
The men that we're going to send to kill Fuches.
The Four Ultimate Badass Killers?
FUBKs. Yes.
Wait, those guys are real?
- Val: Francisco Boya. - NoHo Hank: Wow
Val: Weapons expert.
Used to run missions for the Clateen cartel.
- NoHo Hank: This is nice. - Val: Prefers to use a knife
because he likes to be close to his victims.
NoHo Hank: Yes. Sold. Add to cart.
Val: Konstantine Persky. Explosions.
NoHo Hank: Feel free to blow up cars. Fuches, obviously. Right?
That'd be hilarious. Fuches with dynamite tied to him.
- Val: Like the Wile E. Coyote! - NoHo Hank: Exactly. Next.
Val: Todd Geer, ex-Special Forces.
Responsible for leading six coups.
- More like four and a half. - NoHo Hank: Hey, don't downplay your accomplishments.
That's still a shitload of coups, Todd.
- Uh, yes, please. - Val: Isiah Ransone.
- NoHo Hank: Oh, he can get it. - Val: Sharpshooter.
- NoHo Hank: Of course he is. - Val: 500 confirmed kills.
NoHo Hank: Make that 501.
Okay, so when can we expect this job to be done?
Val: EOD.
And what does that mean?
- Val: End of the day. - Okay, then just say "end of day," alright?
You're not Special Forces like Isiah Ransone over here.
Now, go.
Wipe them out.
Leave no witnesses.
And before you kill Fuches, tell him...
"NoHo Hank did this."
- Oh God. - (car passing)
John.
John...
John, I don't want this to be the last time I see you.
John.
(soft crying)
I love you so much.
- Please say something to me. - (chair rattling)
John, please say something.
John, please say something to me.
- (slams hammer) - Daddy loves you so much, John.
(pliers rattling)
- Oh shit... - (snips, slams)
- Oh. - (Jim sighs)
Oh my... Mr. Cousineau.
(chair rattling)
Mr. Cousineau!
- (chair rattling) - Mr. Cousineau!
- (inaudible) - Mr. Cousineau!
I'm so sorry!
Mr. Cousineau, I'm so sorry!
I'm so sorry that happened! I tried to fix things!
Honestly, I tried to fix things! I tried to give you that money!
$250,000!
- (whimpers) - $250,000?
I was trying to fix things.
$250,000?
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
F-For who, Barry?
Mr. Cousineau,
I'm so sorry.
(crying) I'm so sorry...
- (chair rattles) - (drops knife)
(dramatic music)
(Barry whimpers) Please turn this off!
Turn it off!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry...
(music swells)
(dramatic music fades out)
(phone buzzing)
(buzzing stops)
- Gene Cousineau. - Matt Iserson (on phone): Mr. Cousineau,
I'm so happy I got a hold of you.
My name is Matt Iserson. I'm an agent at UTA.
Oh, you're the guy that's gonna help me
take out an ad in "The Hollywood Reporter"
about Warner Brothers being such a dickhead
'cause they're trying to profit off the murder of my girlfriend.
Matt: No. Actually, I-I'm calling on behalf of a client.
He wants to play you in that movie.
Hey. Not interested.
Matt: My client is Daniel Day-Lewis.
From "My Left Foot"?
Matt: Wow, that's a deep cut, but yes.
Oscar-winner Daniel Day-Lewis.
He'd like to come out of retirement to play you.
This is not Tony Danza trying to fuck with me, is it?
Matt: I am not Tony Danza. My name is Matt Iserson.
I'm an agent at UTA,
and I'd love to fill you in on the details.
A-Are you open to that?
(nervously rubbing leg)
(deep exhale)
- I guess I'm free today. - Matt: Great.
- How about Toscana in an hour? - Toscana, no.
I'll text you the location.
- (slaps phone) - (sighs)
(phone buzzing)
- Yes? - Sally (on phone): Mr. Cousineau?
(traffic noise over phone)
- Mr. Cousineau, are you there? - Sally?
(traffic noise continues)
- Sally: You're alive? - Uh, yeah.
Sally: Oh, thank God.
So are you.
Sally: Okay, uh, listen, I...
I need your help.
Anything, sweetheart. But wh-where are you?
I'm in Los Angeles with my son.
John! Stay close to me!
Yeah. Um, listen, um...
We're at the airport. Um, can you come pick us up?
(traffic noise continues)
- Now? - Sally: Yeah. It would be a huge help.
Yeah, no. No, I-I have to go to Tosca--
I-I have a-- I have a meeting, I just can't miss it.
Can't you reschedule?
(traffic noise continues)
I'll tell you what.
Go to my house, and we'll meet there later.
Yeah. Okay. Okay.
- Do you remember the address? - Sally: Yeah, I remember.
- Okay. - Sally: Okay, I'll see you soon.
- (call disconnected tone) - (sighs)
(panting) Okay.
Look, we need to find a way to get to Cousineau's.
He's an old friend of mine.
We're gonna meet your daddy there, okay?
- And once we find him... - (plane approaching)
- ...everything's gonna be okay. Okay? - (plane roaring)
Come on. Come on, come on!
(plane fading)
I got your text!
What's the word on the FUBKs?
They landed about an hour ago.
We lost communication with them.
Okay...
Can you find communication?
Val: We, uh,
we just got a delivery. From Fuches.
- It's their heads. - We don't know that yet.
(cardboard rustling)
It's a head.
I can, uh, find a couple more FUBKs.
FUBKs don't just grow out of the ground like mint, okay?
(sighs) It's another head.
I will go alone and, uh,
avenge the FUBKs for--
Oh, yeah? You're gonna go on a suicide mission, Val, huh?
Listen, I need you, okay? You're my support system.
- Why am I still opening these? - (sighs) Thank God.
- (cardboard rustling) - Ah, Isiah!
Fuck. Even in death,
just an absolute fox.
Accomplice: Can I make a suggestion?
I think getting the monsters out of the house
is more important than the house.
You know what? You're absolutely fucking right.
Fuck that house. It is dead to us.
Let's take care of this shit ourselves.
Let's ride.
(mop squishing)
Fuches: I understand what you guys witnessed earlier today
was upsetting. That true?
What about it upsets you?
You cutting off their heads.
I see. Well...
The Raven's flock are blood artists.
We are modern-day barbarians.
Our clay are the beating hearts of our enemy.
No, yeah, you've told us this a number of times.
Right, right, but me saying it
and you saying it, two different things.
- That's right. - Fuches: Yeah.
(inhales)
Shit. Okay.
Well, should've thought this out more.
(sucks teeth)
- May I make a suggestion? - Fuches: Mm-hmm.
Next time we capture enemies,
I or one of the guys take the ladies out for a meal,
so they're not here when shit goes down.
Nice. It's a nice idea. Delightful meal.
And when you come back, it's all cleaned up.
Yo, that was, like, a sneak attack, though.
I-I'm not trying to be all whatever,
- but can't really, like, plan for those. - Right. I get it. Right, right.
(clicks tongue) Yo, what about, uh,
like, noise-canceling headphones?
(Fuches sighs)
You could put on a movie.
But those guys were screaming really loud.
You could just put the volume up.
If it's a "Fast and Furious," you won't hear shit.
That's not gonna drown out dudes gettin' their heads cut off.
The one with the planes on the runway.
I saw it in the theaters, and my ears are ringing for days.
What, was that "Tokyo Drift"? Is that the one with Lil' Bow Wow?
No, it's "Furious 6." Uh, came out, like, 2013.
- Six? I didn't see Six. - That's the one
where Toretto comes out the front of the plane--
It doesn't matter. They're all loud.
You gotta have a legit soundbar if you want that to work, dude.
Soundbar or no soundbar, the movie is loud.
Okay, muchacho... (speaking Spanish)
..."Fast y Furious"... (continues in Spanish)
Okay? (speaking Spanish)
I still think I can time it where we get them
out of the house for a nice meal before shit goes down.
- (birds chirping) - (stream flowing)
Gene Cousineau? Matt Iserson.
Pretend you don't know me.
Um...
Uh-- (clears throat)
Daniel hasn't been this excited about a role in ages--
Act like you're talking on your phone.
(sighs)
Daniel really loved the complexity of your character.
The, uh, pathos, the courage, the huge personality.
I-It's the total package.
But, i-in today's landscape, unfortunately,
Daniel's not enough.
It's why we need to attach another big name
- for the role of Berkman. - Are you telling me
that Daniel can't get a movie made?
Not a theater movie. Maybe a phone movie.
But, I think this story is big.
- I-It's not small. - Yeah, right.
And I have a client who wants to play Barry.
Mark Wahlberg.
Mark Wahlberg?
Are you shitting me?
Well, we ran this through our marketing division,
and if we brought Mark on,
the studios would be in a bidding war tomorrow.
Hm...
Well,
this would be a great way to get Janice's story out there.
- Matt: It would, and that's what we hope. - Yeah.
But we do have one problem with Mark, though.
He doesn't wanna play a cop killer.
And seeing as this Berkman guy killed your girlfriend,
that's a no-go.
Look, Barry is a very, uh, complicated guy,
but a sympathetic soul.
You know, it, it...
He loves my character so much,
it made him do stupid things, like...
killing my girlfriend.
- Really? - Gene: Yeah.
Because Mark is concerned h-he's kind of a villain.
(inhales)
But he was so desperate to have a father figure.
Mark will relate to that, and Daniel will know
exactly what to do with my character.
Matt: Oh God. (laughs) He'll kill it. Mm.
Look.
There is so much more than people know.
I mean, what you think you've seen,
what you think you've heard,
it is only the tip of the iceberg.
This is not a good-guy, bad-guy story.
It goes way deeper than that. S-So much deeper.
Well, Mark wants this role before it goes on the market,
so he's willing to come on as a producer.
Anything to lock it down.
- How would you feel about meeting with him? - Would he come here?
In the woods? No. No, no.
He's very frightened of the woods.
He'd like to meet you at the Four Seasons.
In Beverly Hills.
(muffled rock music playing)
(car doors shut)
(car door shuts)
(cars depart)
- (music continues, unmuffled) - (indistinct chatter)
(tires squealing)
Okay. Come on, come on, come on. Here you go. Here you go.
- Yeah. Okay. - Come on. There you go. Put it in.
Eat your food. Eat your food.
NoHo Hank: Okay.
One. Two. Three.
(click, rocket whooshes)
Entourage: Whoa... Hey!
- What was that? - (distant explosion)
- NoHo Hank: Hm. - What the fuck was that?
Alright, well, load up the next one.
This was it. Only one.
You thought we were gonna get it on the first fucking try?
Well, these are very expensive. I'm thinking budget.
Entourage: Hey, asshole!
- (gunfire) - Shit. Shit. Okay.
Come on. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. That didn't work. Let's--
- No, no, no, no, no, no! Let's go! - (bullets hitting car)
- Thank you. Thank you! - (car door opens, shuts)
- (car door shuts) - (engine starts)
- (tires squealing) - (gunfire continues)
- (engine roaring) - (bullets ricocheting)
- (entourage yelling) - (windows breaking)
(tires screeching)
(line ringing)
NoHo Hank (on phone): Oh shit! Call them off!
Fuches: Why are you shootin' rockets at my house?
NoHo Hank: Fucking call them off!
Fuches: (laughs) You think you can get rid of me that easy?
- NoHo Hank: You killed my fucking driver! - Fuches: No shit.
- Well, you're next, asshole. - (gunfire continues)
NoHo Hank: Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!
(yelps on phone)
(grunting, yelping)
Oh God! (grunts, screams)
(clattering over phone)
(glitching static, call disconnects)
(muffled TV chatter)
(gasps)
(chair creaking)
(straining)
(sighing)
(chair creaking)
(grunting)
(thud)
- (knife rattling) - (sighs)
(scraping ropes)
(knife slices)
(scraping, slicing rope)
(rattling knob)
- (lock clicks, knife slices) - Ah! Shit.
- (crowd cheering, announcer on TV) - (sighs)
(door creaks)
(winces) Fuck.
- (sighs) - (door creaks)
(door shuts)
(TV chatter continues)
Announcer (on TV): That touchdown's supposed to be
the game winner for Pittsburgh.
Hello, everyone, and welcome back.
We're taking a look at some of today's earlier matchups
around the league.
Now, let's focus on the next big game we've got coming up.
Boston versus Los Angeles.
I'm here in studio with Matt and Sean...
(wincing)
(sighs) Fuck.
(wincing)
(TV chatter continues)
(groans)
Oh no.
- (thudding, banging) - (woozy groan)
(shallow breathing)
- (sighs) - Announcer (on TV): Matt, what do you think?
(knocking)
(waves washing ashore, birds chirping)
(door opens)
Val: Hello. I believe my friend is here.
(slight gasp) Yeah, got him right here. He's here!
Okay. Thank you, Miss Phoebe, for letting me use your phone.
- No problem. - Here. I don't want this.
Hey.
You only gave us one rocket.
You told us to watch the budget.
Yeah, I was talking about office supplies.
I see.
This war on Fuches has entered a new phase.
And what do we call this phase?
The "give Fuches whatever he fucking wants" phase.
But Barry can be anywhere in the world.
♪ ♪
Okay, the acting teacher knows where he is.
Go to his house.
Put him in a sack.
Bring him to me.
(banging on door)
Sally: Mr. Cousineau!
(banging)
- Mr. Cousineau! Hello? - (wind blowing)
(banging)
Fuck! You fucking said you would fucking be here.
- Shit. - (typing on phone)
- When's Dad getting here? - I don't know, okay?
- John: Can you try calling him again? - Look, I...
I just di-- Um...
Mr. Cousineau's gonna be here soon,
and then your dad will arrive,
and then after they, you know, talk,
um, then we'll all be together again as a family. Okay?
- (typing) - And then, what are we gonna do?
Well, then we're just gonna keep doing what we're doing.
(panting)
- (sound fades out) - (shallow breathing)
(inhales)
(exhales)
- (gasps) - John: Mom?
You look like you're gonna cry.
- (sighs) - (sound fades in)
- Fuck. (panting) - (dog barking)
(leaves rustling)
- (distant police radio chatter) - (dog collar jingling)
You stay here, okay?
(distant police radio chatter continues)
(nervous breathing)
(quietly) Hey...
- (dog collar jingling) - Woman: Okay, take care. Bye.
(pager beeping)
(quietly) Hey. Hey.
- (radio chatter) - Hey. Hi. Sir?
(louder) Sir? Hi. I, um...
Uh, my son? My son and I.
I, uh, um...
I wanna turn myself in.
Uh, my name is Sally Reed, and I--
What are you talking about, ma'am?
(wind blowing)
Uh...
Is there something you wanna say to me?
No.
Officer: Alright, well, have a good day.
(footsteps recede)
(car door opens)
(car door shuts)
- (engine starts) - (sighs)
John: Mom!
- Mom! Mom! - (car driving away)
Is okay. It's okay.
♪ ♪
(shallow breathing)
Oh, Mark is so excited about this meeting.
Oh, which way... It's this way.
- (sniffs) Are you nervous? You look nervous. - A little bit. A little bit.
Oh, don't be nervous. Seriously.
He doesn't like nervous.
- Okay... Okay! - He doesn't like nervous.
- Mark, it's Matt! (coughs) - (door creaks)
Hey, Mark, I have Gene here with me.
(Jim sighs)
You wanna tell us why Barry Berkman
gave you $250,000, Gene?
I never asked for that money.
Why'd you neglect to mention it to us?
Because no one was paying attention to me,
and when you finally did, well,
I had already spent, like, some of it.
Y-You have no idea the tension that I was in.
The stress I was feeling. H-He threw me in a trunk!
Did you shoot your son because he found out his house
was paid for with Chechen drug money?
Now, that is crazy.
Leo, come on. You can't believe that.
You never could give me a straight answer about the cash.
Jim: You changed your story.
Why are you telling everyone that Barry is a...
sympathetic soul?
I would never say something like that.
That's not what you told me. (scoffs)
Who the fuck are you?
Sorry. (laughs) I'm Brad. I'm an actor.
Um, I was actually in your Shakespeare class in 2004.
I did a scene from, uh, "The Merry Wives of Windsor--"
Detective Moss killed a Chechen gangster at your theater
where they found drug money.
She was on to you.
So, you invited her up to your cabin, where you had Barry,
a guy you claim would do whatever you say,
murder her.
- That's disgusting. - And when we found her body,
you were there with Barry and a Chechen criminal assassin
known as...
the Raven.
H-He's not even a real person!
We know he's real.
This is insane.
Y-You know me. Wh-What are you-- I...
Gene.
You are a great actor.
♪ ♪
(heavy breathing)
(door opens)
(gasps)
Sally Reed.
(scoffs)
Great.
(heavy breathing)
(door shuts)
(sports chatter on TV)
(Christian rock music playing)
(gasps)
(sighs)
♪ Home sweet home here ♪
♪ In the house of the Lord ♪
♪ Bet you wanna sing hallelujah ♪
♪ Bet you say an amen ♪
♪ Can't help but celebrate being... ♪
(music stops)
Sally? Sally.
I'm okay. (panting)
Listen, I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you.
Hey, man!
I've got two people here who want to say hi to you.
Say hello.
Say it!
- Dad, please come get us! - (monotone) Barry, help us.
(sighs) I'll text you the address.
Come quick if you want to see your family again.
- (call disconnects) - (heavy breathing)
(dramatic music)
(shuddering breaths)
(music crescendos)
(insects chirping)
Announcer 1 (on TV): You've got one wide receiver lined up left,
three more, including the tight end, on the right.
The running back Donovan lines up on the left side of that.
Announcer 2 (on TV): Don't be surprised if we see a screen pass here.
LA will pull that from time to time.
Announcer 1: Ball is hiked. Evans looks right at his target.
He fakes! Oh, here we go!
Screen pass to the left for Donovan.
The rookie left tackle Galins and a convoy of other linemen
are barreling down the left side
flanking any Boston defenders!
Look at him go! Donovan still on his feet,
using his linemen as a shield.
And he is finally brought down
by Boston linebacker McCracken
at the 22-yard line.
Announcer 2: What a play by LA.
Just when you thought the white flag was flown,
Rusis pulls out the screen pass play call.
And Boston, uncharacteristically, they fell for it.
There's normally a linebacker who will act as a spy
for the running back in this situation
but Boston sent him after Evans.
Now that leaves the other two in charge
of the rest of LA's receivers
and it allows Donovan to run freely
for a massive gain.
If McCracken noticed this play just a second later,
we could very well have been looking at
six points on the board for Los Angeles.
Announcer 1: Los Angeles is now well within field goal range
but also just outside of the red zone.
How would you play this one, PG?
Announcer 2: I-I'd say play conserv--