BARRY Series 3, Episode 7
Here we go. Guys, you ready?
All right. Roll and music.
Hello. I'm Gene Cousineau, and I'm a mask collector.
Wait. Isn't this supposed to be a master class in acting
given by the great performer, Gene Cousineau?
You're saying to your laptop or mobile, and yes, it is. Don't fret it.
And by the end of this class, hopefully,
you're going to be a mask collector too, god willing.
Let me give you an example of my favorite masks. Hamlet.
"To be or not to be. Is that the question?"
Stanley Kowalski. "Stella! Get down here. I want to eat."
A cop in Serpico. "Hey, Serp, are you going against us?"
See, these are not literal masks but roles you'll play in this class,
and they will change your life.
Now, yes, I have given students the tools to go on to great careers.
This class is not about entrances and exits.
It is about reaching into your soul,
pulling out that muck, and throwing it on the stage.
Hey, I'm acting here!
Ratso Rizzo. So, are you ready? You better be,
'cause the curtain is up, and the spotlight is on you.
And welcome to Gene Cousineau's Master Class.
Thank you.
And cut.
Okay, that was good. I'd like to try one more.
-Resetting. -No slouching, class.
You're not at home, playing video games. Lean in and pay attention.
Whoever's on the taxi, try starting earlier on entrances and exits.
Other than that, very good. Let's go again.
-Got a laugh on the taxi. -Yeah, I saw that.
Fuck!
Everybody read the outline on 106?
-How we feel about it? -So good. You slayed.
-Killer. Awesome. -Anyone else?
I have a question.
There's that scene where Medusa Abby hooks up with the bartender,
and the snakes keep falling out of her hat. That's funny.
That's not supposed to be funny. It's supposed to be real.
Well, the snakes on her head felt real, but then she turns him to stone,
but she's still horny, so she sucks and then eats his dick.
-Is that literal? -What else would it be?
I was thinking that maybe it could be more of a conversation.
Like, it could be about her longing,
or like how she can't get close to people 'cause of the snake thing.
I guess I just... l just want to know what she's thinking.
She wants to get laid, and it's funny.
But if she wants to get laid, why does she bite his dick off?
What?
She does have a point, Mel.
So, just...
-Good job. That was ballsy as fuck. -Really?
You said everything we've been thinking but never would've said.
How the fuck is he a showrunner?
He's been around forever. He was a writer on Everybody Loves Raymond.
-What's that? -A new show that thinks they're funny.
Apparently, the showrunner's a fucking party.
... who's also, wait for it... The love interest.
Okay!
He'll be like, hey, Mel. My name is Bert, and I love my...
And I'm gonna be like...
Make me an appointment at Chloe Grace Moretz's acupuncturist.
Make sure it's with the tattoo guy, not the bangs girl. I did not like her.
Okay.
Ding, ding! I'm hungry. But not for any of that stuff.
-So you have your own show? -Yeah.
-What's it about? -I play a single mom.
I have a cupcake store with my daughter in Central Park.
-What's it called? -"Just Desserts".
-So you stole my show? -No, it's an important story to me.
It's not a story. It's a fucking math equation.
I'm feeling uncomfortable.
You have nothing to say about anything.
You've never struggled a day in your whole fucking life!
Nobody's ever put a hand around your neck! This was my story.
My story! You don't even have a fucking daughter!
Neither do you, Sally.
You are nothing without me. Nobody, stupid piece of shit.
I brought you into the fold, and this is how you betray me!
-I peeled your carrots for you. -You entitled cunt!
You entitled fucking cunt!
Cristobal Sifuentes?
Excuse me. Do you speak English?
No.
Do you know where the Sifuentes family lives?
They drugs.
Yes, they do deal drugs.
Do you know where maybe?
A house or apartment building.
Maybe a cross street perhaps?
That's what I thought you were doing, but did not want to be rude. So...
No, don't laugh. Keep it going, kids.
-Now, how do you feel? -Like a ghost.
-Wrong. How do you feel? -Embarrassed.
She's right. Okay, now do the scene.
Doctor, the generators are down.
If we don't get electricity back in the park, the dinosaurs will escape.
-Let's split up. -Stop. You see the difference?
It is all in the body. It's much more real.
I believe she's got the code. He'll ride the dinosaur. It'll be fine.
Embrace your embarrassment. I want a purple lollipop!
Do I look like a fool? Not my problem.
That was good. I don't think we need to switch out those students.
So, how was that, boss?
Yeah, fine.
So, you want me to mark the first or second take?
I haven't done this in twenty years. I have no idea what I'm doing.
-Do you need a minute? -I don't want him to know.
Okay. I won't tell him.
Dude, I'm having a full-on fucking panic attack.
Don't panic. It looks really good.
-It does? -Yeah, you're doing great.
What was your name again?
Cheryl.
Cheryl scripty. Thanks, Cheryl.
-Mark take two. -Okay.
Jim Moss?
Ken Goulet.
Mind if we go for a drive?
I don't know what happened, but the cops just let him go,
so here's my card. Address is on the back.
You know this how? He told you?
Nah. Got my ways of finding out. A couple of tours in country.
You learn some things.
-I was in 'Nam. Fighter pilot. -No shit.
Yeah. Got shot down. Captured.
Candy asses. They make you talk?
I got in my interrogator's head, and he ended up committing suicide.
Some of the other guys escaped.
You convinced your interrogator to kill himself?
Yeah. Some of the other guys said I had an aptitude for it.
I thought they were just being nice. But when I got to S.E.R.E. school,
they pulled me out of class and made me an instructor.
And the guy killed himself? Was he depressed?
I wanted my daughter Janice to get into it, but she resisted.
She said, "Daddy, what you do is fucked up."
Did you get any sense of his home life?
Then she went and did her homicide thing. I was proud of her.
I mean, he worked in a prison camp in the jungle during Vietnam.
Seems like might've been a ticking clock.
I'm not saying anything against you.
It might be a right man, right day situation.
For instance, I got a super touchy cousin. One day at breakfast, I said,
"Don, you don't know how to make a proper short stack."
He put down his spatula, went out back, and he hung himself.
I'm no kind of genius, but just a simple tonnage... issue.
Shit.
That's him. One hundred percent.
Okay. Mr. Moss, he kills your daughter,
and then he shows up at your door. Why?
He was claiming Janice's killer was still out there.
Said it was a student in Gene Cousineau's class, Barry Berkman.
Fed me some line about how I could get justice.
Gentlemen, respectfully,
this is the Raven, and he's crafty like a fox.
If he gets Jim here to kill Berkman, it throws suspicion away from him.
We're not falling for that.
No matter how many people tell us it was Berkman, we know it was him.
-Who else said it was Berkman? -Cousineau.
This is what I'm talking about.
This Raven guy knew Cousineau was convinced it was Barry,
and he's trying to keep that lie going.
He's an evil genius.
I want to talk to Fuches alone. No cameras.
-That's not how we do things. -Mae!
This is the FBI, okay? They're pros.
Want a Phonebook to hit him with? Sock full of coins?
Hello? Hello?
Hank?
Akhmal?
Hank!
Are you okay?
Are they torturing you?
Yes. They want to know about you and Cristobal.
And how Fernando was killed.
Where are we?
We don't know. There are about four men and Elena.
Hank. I'm almost out of my handcuffs.
-I have one loose. -He's bleeding very bad, Hank.
What can I do?
When I get loose, I'll free Akhmal. Be ready.
Okay.
-Hey, Lindsay. -We have a problem.
-What now? -I just sent it to you.
-... this is how you betrayed me. -I peeled your carrots for you.
Oh my god.
You entitled fucking cunt!
She was recording you.
Medusa sent it to me. They're dropping you.
They don't think someone who talks like this belongs in their room.
-l have to post an apology. -No, you don't.
Listen, I'm coming over, okay?
That was perfect, Gene.
-Really? -It was unbelievable.
I loved how engaged the class was. I loved your warmth on stage.
Now I can tell teaching gives you joy.
You know, it does. But what about Annie?
-Where are you from? -New York by way of Minnesota.
You're a talent.
The way you photographed Gene, you made him so, uh...
-Masculine? -No.
-Virile? -No.
-Rugged? Brawny? Gallant? -Nope.
Robust? Lantern-jawed? "Un homme pour toutes saisons."
No, no. Tall.
Absolutely, he was like a real giant. He was very Adonis-like.
-Actually, it was all due to Annie. -Yeah.
I've got some other projects I'd love to talk to you about.
-Who's your agent? -I haven't had one since 1982.
-I could be of help to you there. -Doesn't matter.
Want to get you in a room. Very impressed.
You should be. You don't know what's coming down the pike.
-She's incredible. -Absolutely marvelous.
I think she did great.
Jim, what're you doing here?
The man who took you out to Janice's body contacted me.
Why?
He said he was some investigator. He's in jail now.
How?
I took him there.
So, he's talking to the police now. What do you think he's saying?
He said your student Barry killed Janice.
Barry's a good kid. That's not him.
I mean, he was in war, and he's all like a mixed up dummy,
but he's a good egg. He was with us at the cabin.
Now I wish he was armed. Maybe he could've killed
those guys that took Janice, those Russians.
But no, it's not him.
Congratulations on your show.
I would like to sincerely apologize for my perceived transgression
against my former employee. Friend and employee, Natalie Greer.
Even though the word in question was traditionally used
as a form of kinship between women and is widely used in Europe,
I understand I have offended...
It's the truth.
... and for that I am deeply sorry. But I just want to say,
be careful who you trust.
Because it takes a certain type of person to record a private...
This isn't an apology. This is damage control.
It's the fucking truth.
It has nothing to do with what happened with Natalie,
and it cheapens what you set out to do with your show.
My show is me, Lindsay, and she stole my fucking show.
If you had just let me deal with it... Why did you have to say something?
Fuck off!
You don't care about me. You don't care about Joplin.
You just care about your commission.
Oh, it's so important to have a great relationship with BanShe.
You want the relationship with BanShe, not me.
You work for me, and I am fucking drowning,
and instead of trying to help me, you're just trying to save yourself.
This is honest, okay? This is the honest fucking truth.
If that makes me unhireable, so be it. But at least I told the fucking truth.
I have to drop you.
Good, 'cause I don't want to work with liars.
Okay.
You know the sound of kids' footsteps early in the morning?
I still hear it.
I can hear him in his room on his computer.
I'll talk to him from my office across the hall. Full conversations.
My wife says I'm losing my mind.
She thinks this city turned him into some devil.
I never wanted to hurt anyone my whole life,
until we had Ryan. The love I had for that child!
It terrified me. I mean,
what would I do if something happened to him?
And then I found out what you did, and...
I can't.
I could leave you here, and you'll rot.
But I can't.
Why?
I want to see my son again.
White male, late sixties, self-inflicted possible DOA.
Hi.
Listen, I'm going to be straight with you.
You tell me what you know, you cooperate, I help you.
I told you what I know.
Why'd you go see Jim Moss?
To give him information about who killed his daughter.
Who's that?
-Ask him. -I'm asking you.
By the way, those cameras are off.
-Why? -Because I asked them to be.
Know how I got this?
-Shaving? -No, that's a bad joke.
No, I got this while I served in Afghanistan.
We were on a patrol, and I got hit by a sniper.
And my buddy wanted payback, but he took it out on the wrong guy.
And then he got discharged.
You're Albert.
I am.
Oh my God.
How do you know Berkman?
-I'm... his manager. -His manager?
Like, for his acting stuff?
I'm trying to help you here. Be straight with me.
-No... -Is Barry caught up in all this shit?
-You served with a guy named Chris. -Yes.
Yeah. Too bad what happened to him.
His wife and kids, how sad.
Little Theo still sleeps with his mom because he's afraid
whoever killed his daddy was gonna get him.
Kid's got intuition.
You ever wonder why Chris, who never saw combat,
was basically a computer geek, would even have PTSD?
Now, he loved Sharon and Theo. They were his whole world.
Why would he take himself out,
knowing that something like that would fuck them up for life?
Well, that... switch you saw go off when Barry was avenging you,
I harnessed that into a very lucrative job for him.
One day, sent Barry out on a mission, went sideways,
and Chris, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Saw some shit he shouldn't have.
You know Barry still participates in those charity runs
that Sharon does in Chris's memory?
Barry's a good guy.
What did he say?
You can question him if you want, I'm leaving.
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