(distorted sloshing)
(metallic creak)
(eerie noises)
(distorted music)
(eerie noises continue)
♪ ♪
-(gasps) -(machines beeping)
(quiet hospital chatter)
(shallow breathing)
(indistinct PA announcement)
(door unlocks, opens)
(shuts)
(birds chirping)
(floor creaking)
-Barry. -Sally?
Remember when you told me you knew ways
to break into Diane's house
-and scare her? -Yeah.
I need you to do that to Natalie.
(crowd cheering)
Sports Announcer: Gus is slipping and picked off!
Looking for blockers, still on his feet!
We would like you to do "Our Town."
With us?
Well, it'll be starring you, of course,
and your favorite students and we can market y-your class
around it.
The audience will watch kids...
audition and get cast.
And then the final show will be a live performance
shot out to movie theaters across...
the country.
This is live theater at the movies.
I'll tell you what we're gonna do.
We're gonna do Annie's play.
-Gene. -Oh! You wrote a play?
What's it called?
-(phone buzzing) -Um...
"Chromefuck Number 9."
It was the late '70s. It-it's very experimental.
I am so sorry. I have to take this.
She said "Dronefuck Number Nine"?
-It's "Chrome... fuck Number Nine." Like... -Chromefuck?
-Like on a trailer hitch, you know? -Chromefuck.
-Hello? -Jim Moss: (on phone) Gene. How we doing?
Oh, we're, we're good.
Jim: Good. Look, I'm calling
because I want to go over something with you.
Has to do with Janice. Can you come over to my place?
Uh, no. No, my-my schedule is just packed.
Jim: How about now?
-Now? -Jim: Within the hour.
-Okay. -Jim: It takes 17 minutes to get here.
-With traffic. -Seventeen. Okay. Bye.
Is this yours?
-What the fuck is that? -We ran your prints.
You're Monroe Fuches.
We found your tooth at Goran Pazar's murder scene.
We know you work for the Chechen mob.
I'll take a lawyer.
Is Albert still not answering his phone?
Yep. Haven't seen him since he stormed outta here
and cocked his gun in front of us.
He's probably out seeing the sights.
Man, I wish he'd take me with him.
What did Fuches say to him?
Here you go, Mr. Johnson.
Here you go, Mr. Fuches.
I'm the Raven.
The what?
(door shuts)
Took you 20 minutes to get here.
Well, I had to explain why I was leaving a brunch.
I got here as quickly as I could.
Three minutes. Guess I was right.
Come on. There's something I want to show you in the garage.
You love my daughter?
Yes.
You love my daughter.
Of course. Yes, I do.
You love... my daughter.
-Jim, I-I just told you. -Do you, Gene,
love my daughter?
I don't know what you want me to say.
Her name was Janice.
-Her name, Gene, was Janice. -I know.
-Her name was Janice! -I know.
Her name was Janice Moss.
I know. Janice Moss.
Her name was Detective Janice Moss.
I love Detective Janice Moss.
Do you love Barry Berkman?
Jim, I...
Do you love Barry Berkman?
I care for all of my students.
Do you love Barry Berkman?
(forcefully): Do you love Barry Berkman?
-Do you love Barry Berkman? -No.
-Do you love Barry Berkman?! -No, I don't.
(Jim stands up)
-(slides chair, sits down) -(Gene gasps)
Did Barry Berkman love my daughter?
Did Barry Berkman love my daughter?!
Look at a man when he talks to you!
Did Barry Berkman love my daughter, Gene?!
Did Barry Berkman love my baby girl,
-Janice Moss? -No, he didn't.
Why are you protecting Barry Berkman?
(quietly): I'm not protecting him.
Why are you protecting Barry Berkman?
(quietly): I'm not protecting Barry Berkman.
Did you love my daughter?!
(crying): Yes, I did. I loved Janice.
Why are you protecting Barry Berkman?!
-(sobbing) -(chair creaks)
(crying)
Sally Reed: (on video) I brought you into the fold,
and this is how you fucking repay me?
Natalie: (on video) I cubed your carrots for you.
Sally: Ungrateful cunt!
-You ungrateful fucking cunt! -Jesus...
-Okay, so I've drawn a map of her house. -(screaming continues)
You'll break in while she's sleeping. First,
just take a picture. You'll send it to her
the next day with something scary written underneath.
-I'll come up with something. What? -S-Sally.
-Phase two, I want you to break into her car-- -Sally, Sally, you don't--
-Sally, you don't wanna do this. -What?
You said you would do it when it was Diane. Why is this any different?
Because I know where I'm going...
-after all this. -After what?
Barry Berkman: When I die.
I know where I'm going.
And I-I don't want you to go to the same place.
-Sally: What fucking place? -(sighs)
I'm talking about Natalie's house. It's really--
No, that's where it starts though. Don't you understand?
(sighs) Like,
we can't be doing that. You got-- You can't do it--
Barry...
(Sally yelps)
(panicked breathing)
-(grunting) -(yelping)
(gasping)
(screaming)
(yelps)
(both panting, groaning)
(both grunting)
(groaning)
(Sally gasping)
(grunts)
(choking)
(gasping)
(whimpers)
(Sally gasps, grunts)
(choking)
(gasps)
(choking)
(whimpers)
Ah!
(gasping)
-Oh! You... fuck. -(Sally coughing)
What the fuck?! Did you just poke me in the eye?
-You fucking bitch! -(Sally panting)
Oh, w-what is that? Metal?
(cymbals crash)
What the fuck did you do, man? Shit. I can't...
-(gasping) -What the fuck did you put in my eye?
Fuck! You fucking bitch!
(Sally gasping)
What the fuck. What the fuck did you--
Ah! You motherfucking piece of shit!
(inaudible)
(heavy breathing)
(gasps)
-(Sally screaming) -Sally! Sally!
-You motherfucker! -Sally! Sally! Sally! Sally!
-You fucking... You fuck... -Sally! Sally!
-You... (panting) -Come here. Come here. Come here.
It's okay. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
-(panting) -Okay. Okay. Okay.
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
-(gasping) -Look at me.
-(gasping) -I did this.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, listen. Listen.
(heavy breathing)
I did this, okay? I did this.
I did this...
-Who did this? -I did this.
No, I did this. I did this.
Look at me! Look at me!
I did this.
-Say, "Barry did this." -(incoherent mumbling)
-Barry did this. Say it again. -Barry did this?
Barry did this?
-Barry did this. -Barry did this. (gasps)
-Say it again... That's it. -Barry did this.
-Okay. You're gonna go home. -Home...
You're gonna go home. You were never here.
(hyperventilating)
Okay. Okay, go.
(sniffling, gasping)
(radiator creaking)
Yandar (muffled): Hank!
-Hank! -What?
What is it?
-Yandar: I'm free! -(sighs)
Akhmal: We are going to overpower the gunmen
when they come in. Then, we will release you.
Okay. Uh... Um...
How did you guys get out of-of the handcuffs?
(door opens, shuts)
-(shouting in Spanish) -(unlocking door)
(door opens)
Yandar: No, no, no. Please.
(all shouting)
Yandar: Look! I-I am still handcuffed!
-No, no, please, please. -Guard: Oh...
(all shouting)
(metal rattling)
Akhmal: No! No! We won't escape! Please, get that out of here!
-(metal rattling) -Yandar: No! Please! No!
-(ferocious animal roars) -(loud bang, wall crumbling)
-(men screaming) -(slicing, roaring)
-(screaming continues) -(roaring continues)
(wailing)
(animal snarling)
-(bones crunching) -(shrieking)
-(crunching continues) -(wailing)
-(roaring) -(Hank crying)
-(guard speaking Spanish) -(footsteps)
(guard groaning)
(dry heaving)
(vomits)
(animal roaring)
(weak wailing)
(guard laughing hysterically)
-(animal chomping) -(laughter continues)
-(quiet snarl) -Akhmal: Fuck you...
-(loud roar) -(hysterical laughter)
-(hyperventilating) -(bones crunching)
(laughter continues)
(Hank whimpers)
(laughter echoes)
(snarling, growling)
(loud crash)
-(crumbling) -Guard: (laughing) Whoa!
(loud roar)
-(banging, crumbling) -(Hank straining)
-(whimpering) -(loud roar)
(hysterical laughter)
-(roaring) -(guards laughing)
(Hank panting)
(snarling, growling)
-(roaring) -(Hank screaming)
-(door unlocks, creaks) -(panting)
(animal roaring)
(struggling)
-(rapid gunfire) -(screaming)
-(bullet casings clatter) -(animal groans)
-(hyperventilating) -(wounded groaning, thud)
(growling, gurgling)
(weak snarling)
(wounded growl, roar)
(weak snarling continues)
(wounded growl)
(snarling)
(weak roar)
(thud)
(hyperventilating)
-(echoing thud) -(metallic ring)
(music playing on radio)
(heavy breathing)
(music gets louder)
-(thud) -(rattling)
(electric buzz, humming)
(buzzing, rattling continue)
(heavy breathing)
(music continues)
(heavy breathing)
(singing in Spanish)
(Elena speaking Spanish)
-(electricity zapping) -(gagging)
(Cristobal grunting)
(zapping stops)
(music continues)
(speaking Spanish)
(Elena continues in Spanish)
Te gusta eso?
-(music continues) -Quieres más?
-(zapping) -(gagging)
(buzzing continues)
(groaning)
(electricity stops)
-Gustavo, piano! -(music stops)
Piano!
(Elena panting)
-(plays piano) -(singing in Spanish)
-Cállate, coño! -Oh!
(Elena muttering)
(speaking Spanish)
(soft piano playing)
(speaking Spanish)
Hm?
Cristobal.
(speaking Spanish)
-(two gunshots) -(sour piano notes)
(clock ticking)
(gun drops)
(heavy breathing)
C-Cristobal?
(sighing)
Cristobal.
(sighs) Hank...
(both sigh)
(soft laugh)
(deep inhale, exhale)
(soft laugh)
(wind blowing)
(grunts, sigh)
(grunts)
(panting)
Albert Nguyen: Berkman!
(heavy breathing)
(ragged breaths)
What are you doin', Berkman?
How much you get for that asshole over there?
Huh?
How much they pay you?
How much did you get for Chris?
(gasps)
Huh?!
How much, Berkman?
How much did they give you for Chris?!
'Cause he was an innocent, Barry!
(ragged breathing)
You gotta tell me right now, Barry.
-Why? -(ragged breathing)
Why Chris?
He was a sweetheart. He looked up to you.
But you had to take him out, right?
You need to tell me, Barry!
Why Chris?!
Tell me, Barry!
-Tell me! -(ragged breathing)
Tell me right now!
Don't just fuckin' sit there! You fuckin' tell me!
-(crying) -You need to tell me!
-Enough! Enough! -(Barry screams)
Shut up!
(Barry screaming)
-(heavy breathing) -(Barry sobbing)
(screams)
No!
(panting)
(screams)
(gasps) Don't!
-(sobbing) -(panting)
(sobs)
-(crying) -Look up, Barry.
Barry.
-(sobbing) -Barry, listen to me. Calm down.
I got a daughter.
Her name is Elsie. She's 8 years old.
She wouldn't be here if you hadn't saved my life.
(sobs)
I know evil, Barry...
-(wailing) -...and you're not evil.
(heavy breathing)
But this has to stop.
All of it's gotta stop.
You hear me?
Please...
Starting now.
(heavy breathing)
(whimpers)
(somber music playing)
Barry: Yeah, you got nothing to worry about.
Sally: (on phone) What happens now?
I'm gonna pick up some shit from my house, and, uh,
I'll come get you.
-Sally: W-where are we going? -I don't know. Pick a place.
Hey, Sally.
I love you.
♪ ♪
Oh, you do?
Announcement: (over PA) Will passengers Rodriguez and Savage
please report to gate 19B?
Once again, passengers Rodriguez and Savage,
please report to gate 19B.
(ringtone chimes)
(beep)
Hello?
Jim: (on phone) Mr. Berkman? It's Jim Moss.
I just had a very interesting conversation
with Gene Cousineau about my daughter's death.
I'd like to speak with you about it. You available?
Uh, no. No, I-I'm not.
Jim: I'm gonna need you to come to my home.
Can I call you tomorrow?
Jim: I need you to come now.
Look, I-I, uh, I gotta call you back, alright?
-I gotta call you back. -(beep)
♪ ♪
(dialtone)
-(insects chirping) -(phone buzzing)
Gene Cousineau: He wants to take us down, Barry.
Barry: (on phone) W-w-what'd you say to him?
Gene: He's gonna ruin me.
I can't have that.
Barry: Well, where are you?
Gene: I'm sorry. I don't know what else to do.
Barry: Wait, wait, Mr. Cousineau, where are you?
Gene: I gotta do this, Barry.
I don't know what else to do.
(car engine roaring)
♪ ♪
(tires squeal)
(tires screech)
(car engine stops)
What, do you have a gun on you?
-You have a fucking gun? You have a fucking gun? -No!
-What the fuck is this?!
-What is wrong with you?! -He lives right there.
You're in front of his fucking house! Are you nuts?
I don't know what else to do.
What, you're gonna go in there and shoot him?
You don't know what this man is capable of.
Barry, he's gonna ruin me.
He's gonna destroy everything I worked for.
(panting)
Get the fuck outta here. I'm gonna go talk to him.
-You get the fuck outta here. -No! No! You can't talk to him.
That man only wants revenge. You cannot talk to him.
He's crazy.
He knows everything, Barry.
He knows you killed Janice.
I'm so sorry.
(sighs)
Just... let's get in the car and go.
-Get outta here. Get outta here. -No. No, no, no, please.
You can't go. No, no, no, no.
Listen to me, Barry. Please don't go in there.
-Get the fuck outta here. Get outta here. -Don't go in there.
Get outta here!
Gene: No, no! No, don't go in there. Don't go in there.
-(crowd cheering on radio) -(indistinct sports announcer)
(door creaks)
Sports Announcer: They call the safeties on this team the cheetahs.
They run all over the place. They're interchangeable.
They'll fly up in the box, they'll play as linebackers,
they'll fly back and play safety that provides some...
some uncertainty, if you will, for the offense.
(crowd cheering)
Gus is slipping and picked off!
Looking for blockers, still on his feet!
Edwards inside the 30!
Almost got through!
Carr, the wide receiver, had to make the tackle.
Edwards, first interception of the year.
We talked about Edwards, this is his fifth of his career.
Two of them, he's taken back for touchdowns
and he's trying to get this one back.
It turns into a punt return for him,
excellent job of blocking by the defenders.
They converted to offensive players.
The one play on the ball...
Police Officer 1: Freeze!
Drop the fucking gun!
Police Officer 2: Drop the gun!
Berkman, drop the fucking gun!
-Drop it now! -Berkman, drop the fucking gun!
-Put it down! -Drop it!
Drop the fucking gun, or we fuckin' shoot!
-Put the fucking gun down! -Berkman, put it fucking down!
-Drop the fucking gun! Drop the gun! -Now!
Put it down!
Drop it! Berkman!
(panting)
-Drop the gun! Drop the fucking gun! -Put it down!
Get him! Grab him!
♪ ♪
(inaudible)
(somber music playing)
(indistinct chatter fades in)
(car doors shut)
(indistinct)
-(car doors shut) -(car engines start)
-(cars drive away) -(siren chirps)
(siren blares)
(siren fades away)
(silence)