Previously on "Briarpatch"...
We have to talk. Meet me in Packingtown.
The boss wants a meeting with your candy-ass senator.
Well, the senator is meeting with a homicidal monster,
so it has to be someplace secret.
How did you get wrapped up in this?
I'm his attorney.
You just announced your candidacy for mayor.
Mayor Salazar is a friend.
When you come to me for a favor,
make sure you bring something of equal or greater value to exchange.
You ever deal with the Bains boy?
Candy Bar? Oh, no.
He gave up his inheritance, this house,
and he went just plain loco.
Bitch, my gang will fuck you up.
You're not a gang. You're just bored.
Let's finish this.
You and I are gonna catch Clyde Brattle.
You, me, and what army?
We hatched ourselves a plan.
He'd buy up as much of Packingtown as he could.
I'd run for mayor
to make something worthwhile out of it all.
I know what you are, Gene. You're a contract killer.
Felicity's boyfriend did kill her.
And it was you.
Dad...
We're going too fast.
Mom, can't you hear me?
We're going too fast. Fast...
We're going too...
Why can't you understand this?
It isn't up to you, kid.
I decide how fast we go.
Felicity?
Pick?
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Captain Colder!
A drink.
No, thanks. I don't...
okay.
To endings.
Ah.
With Jake Spivey taken care of,
our business here for the moment is concluded.
I'm sorry I wasn't able to kill Spivey personally.
- Sir... - Sidney.
Oh.
It's not enough.
- Excuse me? - I don't want money.
I had a life here, Mr. Brattle. A new life.
I didn't come here to run away. I came here to start over.
When Mr. Gattopardo told me about you,
he said you helped the people who helped you.
Give me another chance.
I have a lot to offer.
- I'm good police, I'm a good man... - No, no, no.
You were a crooked cop in debt to the mob,
a debt that was transferred to me.
I gave you equipment, money, time.
What did you do? You took a bomb
that was meant for Spivey
and you used it on the Dill girl.
Very messy.
I had to!
She was on to me.
That was not a clean-up job.
That was punishment.
She saw beneath your mask.
Self-delusion is the bane
of an enlightened society, Captain.
I truly hope you fully understand that.
Please, I'm begging you.
Things just kinda got away from me.
I can still make a mark.
Oh, my boy.
You have made a mark.
Now you just have to live with it.
Uhh...
It's gonna be pretty.
When you work for me, it's permanent.
We'll be in touch.
Plagues of locusts and boils,
rivers thick with blood.
The ancient ones witnessed these signs of the end times,
and friends, as we pass through
into the chaos of the unknown,
I urge you to stay tuned.
I may upset you. I may frighten you.
Can I get a cigarette?
But I will never lie to you.
I'll tell you what.
You answer a question,
you can have one.
You're gonna die out here, you know that, right?
So I gotta ask...
how the hell is he worth it?
This idiot's made a lot of mistakes.
But being my friend isn't one of them.
Oh, hell, Pick. That's all right.
Now, you see, sweetie,
if I offered this friend of yours
20 bucks right now
to put the bullet in your head himself,
he'd probably negotiate it down to 15.
Don't be jealous, Harley.
I'll kill you for free.
Though I really oughta give him a knife
because he's best at stabbing people in the back.
Clyde isn't your daddy, Harley.
He ain't never gonna muss your hair or...
tell you your pecker's big enough.
'Cause it ain't.
You got soft hands, Spivey!
Man, you're wearing a fanny pack!
- What... - Can I get a light?
Now,
don't you know that's bad for you?
That's the other thing Jake Spivey knows.
What's that?
How to enjoy the things that are bad for you.
Pull it tight! Pull it tight!
Keys for the van are here but not the handcuffs.
Phone's dead.
See, you only been dead a minute
and you're still pissing me off!
Come on. You're gonna have to drive.
Come on, girl. I got you, come on.
Okay.
Shut the door, door, door.
Say, uh, this the first time you've been behind the wheel
since your parents...
I'm fine. I'm fine.
We have to get back.
The person who killed Felicity is Gene Colder.
Colder?
He was Brattle's inside man.
He came here to kill you, Jake.
The only person who matters here is him.
So you need to get on board. And if not...
Now wait a minute, Pick. You're goin' too fast.
- What did you say? - Pick, look out!
Come on.
Come on!
- Come on. - Ah...
- Oh, God damn it. - _
Where's Allegra?
She was at the school when the bus exploded.
Now she's not answering her phone.
And she got a meeting she can't miss.
Well, lucky for her, she's got people like you
keeping track of her calendar.
Along with whatever else it is you do.
That attack was targeted.
Somebody wanted Allegra and Jake Spivey out the picture
and I'm willing to bet that that person
was Clyde Brattle.
Who's that now?
You don't know who Clyde Brattle is?
I have no idea who you're talking about.
This town is full of liars.
Of course you wanna be their mayor.
This town is full of unsolved Goddamn explosions, Mr. Singe.
And we're hemorrhaging blue.
You know I lost Sergeant Mock in that attack?
A decent man with a family
who put his head down and did his damn job?
So if you'll excuse me.
- Is that ready for me to sign? - Yes, ma'am.
This is all of it. Everything he owns.
So what are you planning to do?
To Colder, I mean.
When you catch him.
Why?
Well, if you're planning on killing a man,
it ain't the sort of thing
that keeps till the last minute.
Are you actually lecturing me on planning right now?
You?
I just don't wanna see you make a mistake.
Like 12 years ago.
I went to prison for you, Jake.
I took the fall for your fool idea.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, my idea?
- Yes. - Oh, come on, now.
You're the one that started spilling
about this dirty congressman
who needed to be taught a lesson.
I didn't suggest blackmailing him.
You didn't have to.
'Cause I did what I always do.
Give you permission to do all those bad things
that are rattling around in that pretty little head.
I went to jail.
And you vanished.
Look, all I'm saying is...
You've been running from home for two decades.
And you?
I'm trying to make one.
Why don't you join me?
Oh, come on. You know it makes sense.
Us.
If you're trying to tell me that you love me,
you picked a lousy time.
I told you I loved you
when I took a bullet for you, Pick.
We need to get back to town now.
Any idea which way?
- Come on. - Ow!
So this is everything that, uh, Harold had for Allegra
about Raytek?
As far as I know.
I told him to give her some essential oils.
But he said that he didn't like
to mix business with aromatherapy.
Which I can respect.
Do you know his pillow still smells like menthol?
Um, did Harold...
does he still have that little bug that...
he calls it his baby?
Uh, yeah, that's right here in this box.
You can take it if you like. The decrypting software too.
I never wanna see any of that ever again.
Okay, thank you.
What are you gonna do with it?
Whatever it takes.
There's a fire in your eyes, Mr. Singe.
I like it.
But if it ever creeps down to your belly, you let me know.
I'll mail you some milk thistle.
Clean it right up.
Don't mind your loafers too much, Mr. Lapin.
Rats are mostly gone now, due to the asbestos.
I suppose it requires some creative thinking,
but I believe I can see what it is you have planned.
Oh, I hope you can,
'cause it's big, it's bright,
and it's positively dripping with dollar signs,
and it can be yours.
Papers are all signed and deeded.
Your senator could use this land
to scratch the itchiest backs in Texas.
He could have a new airport named after his donors.
Hell, he could have a waste dump
named after his enemies.
As long as I get what I need in return.
Well, well, well. I am impressed, Chief Raytek.
I didn't expect a policewoman to be so adaptable.
You know anything about earthquake architecture, Mr. Lapin?
Earthquake?
San Francisco, California.
Beautiful city out there by the bay.
You been?
Cold pilsners and crab backs. The best, right?
- Mmm. - Problem is...
this is just about the fifth or sixth version
of San Francisco they've gone and built.
Until a smart cookie by the name of John Blume
figured out that you can't fight earthquakes
by making things stronger.
You fight 'em by making 'em looser.
Buildings that roll with the punches.
So now-a-days, big one hits the coast,
those buildings rattle and shake
like they caught the vapors,
but they don't crumble
no matter how bumpy it gets.
And that's you, is it, Chief...
or should I say Mayor Raytek?
It damn sure is.
Hold on, hold on.
I can't... I can't...
Ah... uhh...
Ah... ah...
Ah!
You know what happened to Felicity...
it ain't your fault, Pick.
Yes, it is.
I left.
You know how on airplanes,
when they tell you to put your oxygen mask on first?
So you can help someone
who's too little to help themselves?
I put my mask on first, Jake.
I got out...
so she could live.
No, you...
you did that so you could live.
That ain't no crime.
I spent 20 years running from this Goddamn town.
She must've thought I was running from her.
I thought she'd be better off without me.
I thought she'd make better choices.
Oh, God.
She needed me.
And I wasn't there.
When she died...
She was alone.
It's done, Pick.
It's done.
If Felicity really wanted help,
she would've called someone.
She did call someone.
Jake?
Jake.
- Huh. - Jake, come on.
Jake, come on.
Come on.
Come on!
The natural state of the world
is not order.
It is chaos.
The ancient deity Atum created our reality
as a mirror of the divine sky,
but it is a cracked mirror
which will one day be subsumed entirely
by the sun god Ra.
Indeed, Ra will destroy the world,
but it was in his benevolent eye,
itself a wayward goddess, that created human life
and allowed us this,
our temporary dream
of control.
Of course, it was the Nubian people
that told a different tale.
They spoke of a dangerous time
when the Eye of Ra went missing.
Many brave heroes lost their lives
in pursuit of her, and when she was finally found,
wandering in distant lands,
the Eye of Ra was benevolent no more.
- What the... - Shh.
Instead,
she had taken the form of a wild feline,
a fire-breathing jungle cat
who had surrendered to the very chaos
she was meant to subdue.
Do you understand the power
of an open eye?
Can you look
without blinking
into the madness?
Time has come to answer.
You're dehydrated.
More than you know. Drink it all.
Now, who are you?
Who are you, tin man?
I'm Jake Spivey.
I know your mask name, tin man.
You live in my house.
Holy shit.
Candy Bar Bains?
That was my mask name, yeah. Before I lifted it.
Well,
guess there's something to be said for downsizing.
Help me get him to the table.
Just right here.
Upsy daisy.
Sugar corrodes, you know.
Eats away at flesh and bone.
My family may as well have made their fortune
peddling battery acid.
I had no choice but to abandon them
while there was still something left in me to save.
That wound's a metaphor. You realize that, right?
There's metal in my leg!
Are you vaccinated?
Yeah.
Well, then you have metal
coursing through every vein in your body, tin man.
All prisons are structures, right?
Ergo, all structures are prisons
That's strong if you need it.
The media, the so-called criminal justice system, kale...
we think that we control these things,
that we invented them,
but the truth is they were here long before we were.
- Good? - Uh-huh.
All right.
Ooh.
I'd tell you to close your eyes, tin man,
but you've never opened 'em.
- Pick. - Pick!
Aaaaaaaah!
Look at me.
Yeah, you'll be fine.
At least on the outside.
Though no suspect has yet been named
in last night's attack on San Bonifacio High,
we've been told to stand by for an official statement
from Police Chief Eve Raytek.
We now return to Detective E.Q. Lateral
in the third of "A Third Man".
Well, Malgebra Capone,
you tried to divide and conquer,
but there's one thing you forgot to account for... me.
You got it all wrong, Lateral.
- Where's Allegra? - Hmm?
Ms. Dill has been AWOL
since approximately 10:10 Monday night.
This isn't like her.
Mr. Brattle.
Senator Ramirez,
an overdue pleasure.
Cactus juice?
I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Brattle.
Some good.
Most of it bad.
I find binary distinctions exhausting.
Mm.
As exhausting as living in a van?
I will admit
my present circumstances are not up to my usual standard,
but that is why I am so eager
to hear what it is you plan to offer me.
We're not here to make you an offer.
We represent the government
of the United States of America,
not the mob.
Senator Ramirez...
you're an Exeter man, yes?
- As am I. - Huh.
Remember our motto?
Non sibi.
"Not for oneself".
- Meaning? - Meaning...
all I am here to do is help you.
He's here to help us.
I'm not like Jake Spivey.
I don't need to debase myself to get what I want.
Really?
Because I was under the impression
that you were willing to, uh,
what was it, Cyrus?
"Take your medicine".
Well...
a spoonful of sugar and all that.
In exchange for immunity,
you can have those names.
Along with a piece of advice:
I am far more valuable as a friend
than as an enemy.
This is the Secretary of Defense.
- Mm-hmm. - And two senators.
Along with that much-admired admiral,
the one that's married to the condiments heiress.
Do you really have the goods on these men?
I made them all rich.
The events of Al-Namur did not happen in a vacuum.
And I can show you the receipts.
These four men are my competition
for next year's nomination.
And all four bound for disgrace or prison
with the evidence I have,
leaving the field clear for you.
That is,
if we have a deal.
Well, I think we just might.
Let's go.
Hey, um...
can you help us get back to town?
The bombs, right? Your sister?
You know there were two bombers, right?
Yes.
How do you know?
Game theory.
Mescaline.
Okay.
The first bomb was a crime of passion.
It was thoughtless, abrupt,
foolish, really.
Second bomb was the opposite.
It was rational, precise,
built of a different material but made to mimic the original.
Now what does that tell us?
That the second bomb
was meant to distract from the first.
And the question that capitalism demands we ask is?
Who profited from the distraction?
Very good.
Second bomb was Semtex, of course,
like the one that I used at the zoo.
You?
No, no, no, no!
Do not hang a cop-killer trip on me.
My bomb was a weapon of liberation,
not of punishment.
I am a conduit of freedom,
a breaker of chains.
Try one of these.
Of course, not all chains are visible.
Once I freed those animals,
their fate was in their own hands, or paws.
That camel out there?
It's here by choice.
Ahh...
Freedom isn't a gift. It's a responsibility.
Hey, is that, uh...
And sometimes,
we choose to remain in bondage
because it feels safer.
Love and hate, truth and lies... those aren't opposites.
Those are ropes that bind us to our oppressors.
The only way to beat a system is to...
remove yourself from it entirely.
Yeah, that's right.
Look, the only thing I wanna remove myself from
is this Goddamn desert.
There's a bus three clicks that way.
If you hurry, you can catch it.
Thank you.
Is your eye open now?
Good.
Don't eat the kale.
It's how they spread Lyme disease.
Good to be home.
Don't tell me that freak out there got to you.
You ain't going all tinfoil hat on me, are you, Pick?
Come on. I'll get us a car.
We can hole up at my house till we figure out next moves.
I'm gonna walk.
Pick, we just gone done walking a Goddamn marathon.
Why not take it light?
Because I'm not done yet.
But it ain't safe alone.
Pick. They're trying to kill us.
Shit.
We have to talk.
I need help.
No, not there. It's not safe.
Meet me in Packingtown.
We have to talk. I need help.
No, not there.
Yeah, yeah!
Meet me in Packingtown.
Yee hee hee hee.
What you doin' out here alone?
What the fuck happened with you?
Who's bored now, bitch?
Hey... I'll do it.
What the fuck?
You're supposed to be scared.
Guys, let's go.
Crazy bitch.
Come on, guys. Hurry up.
Come on!
Crazy bitch!
- We have to talk. - Crazy bitch!
I need help.
No, not there. It's not safe.
Meet me in Packingtown.
There's something that I need you to hear.
Come, Sidney.
- Oh, there is one more thing. - Yes?
I hope your investigator
isn't an essential part of this deal.
Ms. Dill is very much under our control.
No doubt, but she does know
about our business together.
And perhaps things that might be a... liability
for a presidential campaign?
What are you suggesting?
Would it be a problem for either of you gentlemen
if Ms. Dill never went back to Washington?
Senator?
Senator.
Hmm.
Not a problem.
Good.
We'll be in touch.
New plan.
Screw the public hearing.
Once we get all the evidence from Brattle,
we're gonna hand him over to Justice,
no strings attached, and hell,
they can keep Spivey too.
And the names on that card?
I want you to set up a backchannel meeting
with all four.
I cannot wait to tell them what I got.
I'm gonna be generous.
Very.
Give them a second chance
in exchange for dropping out of the race.
Every minute of their lives moving forward
they are gonna owe to me.
You do understand what Brattle meant
about Allegra.
Yeah.
And you're okay with it?
Okay with it?
I'm gonna be the fucking president.
What are we gonna do?
We're gonna take them all down.
- This is... - Everything.
Is this Spivey's actual signature?
Does it matter?
And this should take care of your problem.
Looks just like me, don't it?
Come here.
Earlier today, Police Chief Eve Raytek addressed the media
in the aftermath
of the high school reunion attack.
Our department lost two officers
in last night's attack:
Sergeant Henry Mock,
a dedicated officer pronounced dead at the scene,
and Captain Eugene Colder,
a good cop who was kidnapped
while defending the high school.
And I have a message:
Gene,
we will not stop until we find you.
We're gonna get you back.
We're gonna bring you home, son.
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