Original subtitles

- 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.

- [grunts] 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.

[both grunting]

[explosion] [crowd screaming]

- Felicity's boyfriend did kill her.

And it was you.

[yelps]

[tense music]

[tires squealing]

[radio static]

[sweeping big band music]

♪

- Dad... [voice echoes]

We're going too fast.

Mom, can't you hear me?

[engine revving]

We're going too fast. [echoing] Fast...

We're going too--

[brakes squeal]

- [laughs]

- Why can't you understand this?

- It isn't up to you, kid.

- I decide how fast we go.

- [laughs]

[engine revving]

[silence]

- Felicity?

- Pick?

[soft, dreamy music]

♪

- [grunts]

- [laughing]

- [gasping]

[crazed laughter increases] [Allegra grunting]

[screaming]

[dramatic music]

♪

[muted clattering]

[radio tunes]

[eerie funky music]

♪

[Candido's "Thousand Finger Man"]

♪

- ♪ Candido

♪

♪ Candido

[light drumming]

♪ Candido

- Captain Colder!

A drink.

- Oh, uh...no, thanks.

I don't--

okay.

[light pop music continues in background]

♪

- To endings.

[glasses clink] [chuckles]

Ah.

- [slurping]

- 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.

- [tuts]

- Sir-- - Sidney.

♪

- Oh.

[tense music]

♪

- 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.

[glass clicks down]

- 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.

- [grunts] Uhh-- [tattoo gun buzzing]

[grunts] [buzzing continues]

- [muttering] It's gonna be pretty.

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. [shoveling sounds]

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.

[man continues on radio in background]

- 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.

- [screaming]

[intense music]

♪

[gasping]

[both grunting]

- Pull it tight! Pull it tight!

[both grunting, breathing hard]

♪

- Keys for the van are here but not the handcuffs.

[soft, dramatic music]

[huffs] 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.

♪

[grunting]

Come on, girl. I got you, come on.

- Okay.

- Shut the door, door, door.

♪

[engine turns over]

[both breathing hard]

- 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!

[glass shattering]

[solemn music]

♪

- [soft inhale]

- Come on.

Come on!

[both grunting]

- Come on. - Ah--

♪

[announcer in background]

- 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.

- [laughs]

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. [knock on door]

Is that ready for me to sign? - Yes, ma'am.

This is all of it. Everything he owns.

[slam echoes ominously]

- 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.

[tense music]

♪

- We need to get back to town now.

Any idea which way?

[sighs] 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. - [laughs]

[glass cracks]

- 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.

- [laughs]

You know anything

about earthquake architecture, Mr. Lapin?

- Earthquake?

- San Francisco, California.

Beautiful city out there by the bay.

You been?

[laughs]

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 nowadays, 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.

[funky music]

- And that's you, is it, Chief--

or should I say Mayor Raytek?

- It damn sure is.

♪

[tense desert music]

♪

- Hold on, hold on.

I can't...I can't...

- Ah...uhh--

- [groaning] Ah...ah...

Ah!

[both breathing heavily]

♪

- 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.

[solemn music]

♪

- 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.

[sobbing] Oh, God.

She needed me.

And I wasn't there.

When she died...

♪

She was alone.

- It's done, Pick.

It's done.

- [labored breaths]

- If Felicity really wanted help,

she would've called someone.

♪

- She did call someone.

[wind whistling]

[hopeful music]

♪

Jake?

♪

Jake.

- Huh. - Jake, come on.

Jake, come on. - [grunts]

- Come on.

Come on!

- [grunts]

♪

- 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.

[birds cawing]

[both gulping]

- You're dehydrated.

More than you know. Drink it all.

- [soft belch]

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.

- [grunting]

- Upsy daisy.

- [yelps]

[grunting]

- 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.

- [groans]

- 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.

- [screams] - Ooh.

I'd tell you to close your eyes, tin man,

but you've never opened 'em.

- Pick. Pick!

Aaaaaaaah!

[moaning, groaning]

- Look at me.

Yeah, you'll be fine.

[sniffs] At least on the outside.

- [gasping]

[shady funky music]

♪

[clanking]

- 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.

[continues in background]

[tense music]

♪

- Where's Allegra? Hmm?

- Ms. Dill has been AWOL

since approximately 10:10 Monday night.

- This isn't like her.

[knocking]

[tense music]

♪

Mr. Brattle.

- Senator Ramirez,

an overdue pleasure.

♪

Cactus juice?

[laughs]

- 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?

- [laughs]

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.

- [laughs]

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."

- [laughs] Well...

a spoonful of sugar and all that.

[laughs]

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.

[softly] 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.

♪

- [laughs]

♪

[laughs]

- 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.

[laughs]

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.

[metal clinking]

[tense music]

♪

- 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.

[laughs] Why not take it light?

- Because I'm not done yet.

- But it ain't safe alone.

[sighs] Pick. They're trying to kill us.

Shit.

- We have to talk.

I need help.

No, not there. It's not safe.

- [whooping] Meet me in Packingtown.

[laughter]

- We have to talk. I need help.

No, not there.

- Yeah, yeah! - [giggling]

- Meet me in Packingtown.

- Yee hee hee hee.

- What you doin' out here alone?

[laughter]

- What the fuck happened with you?

Who's bored now, bitch?

[breathing hard]

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.

[elevator dings]

[solemn music]

♪

- 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?

[tense music]

- 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.

[laughs]

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. [sighs]

- 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.

- [grunts]

♪

- This is-- - Everything.

- Is this Spivey's actual signature?

- Does it matter?

- And this should take care of your problem.

♪

[chuckles]

- Looks just like me, don't it?

[ahem]

Come here. - [gasps]

- [moaning] - [giggling]

♪

- 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.

[The Walker Brothers' "In My Room"]

[intense big band ballad]

♪

- ♪ In my room

♪ Way at the end of the hall

♪ I sit and stare at the wall ♪

♪ Thinking how lonesome I've grown ♪

♪ All alone in my room

♪

♪ In my room

♪ Where every night is the same ♪

♪ I play a dangerous game

♪ I keep pretending she's late ♪

♪ And I sit

♪ And I wait

♪

♪ Over there is the picture we took ♪

♪ When I made her my bride

♪ Over there is the chair where I held her ♪

♪ Whenever she cried

♪ Over there by the window, the flowers she left ♪

♪

♪ Have all died

♪

♪ In my room

♪ Way at the end of the hall

♪ I sit and stare at the wall ♪

♪ Thinking how lonely I've grown ♪

♪ All alone