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♫♫

Man: You okay, Mr. Harris?

Yeah, sure.

Never better.

Man: Give it a minute, then get up.

[electronic beeping]

You heard the man. Give me a damn minute!

If it was up to me,

that would be a fucking electric chair.

Your honor.

♫♫ [Fantastic Negrito's An Honest Man]

[blues vocalization]

♫ Now I'm in love again ♫

♫ No, this time it's not ♫

♫ With my hand ♫

♫ Wandering, murdering ♫

♫ Every time that I get ♫

♫ The chance ♫

♫ I'm a human ♫

♫ But remember first ♫

♫ I'm a man ♫

♫ These streets ♫

♫ Got me wandering ♫

♫ Looking for my fix again ♫

♫ I should've prayed ♫

♫ The night before ♫

♫ Now I'm losing ♫

♫ Everything I have ♫

♫ Yesterday it felt so good ♫

♫ But now today ♫

♫ It feels so bad ♫

♫♫

[sighs]

[phone rings]

Hey, it's Crystal. Leave a message.

- [beep] - Hey, Chris, it's me.

Look, if you're not ready to come home yet,

it's okay, I get it, but, uh,

I mean, we can visit. All right?

Have dinner with me.

I made a reservation, Court Club, our table.

A little pinot, filet just exactly the way you like it,

and then... I mean, that's it.

We don't have to talk if you don't want to,

just... Please?

If it's a tumor, I want you to tell me

without the normal bullshit, all right?

Just straight to the point and then we're done.

It's not a tumor. Your MRI was fine.

Anyone else, this would be good news.

This can't be right, doc.

There's something wrong with my brain.

I'm having hallucinations.

Have you thought about talking to a psychiatrist?

I... I'm not talking to any fuckin' psychiatrist.

There's something wrong with my brain.

No, we did a comprehensive scan. It was completely normal.

So you think, but you're not a brain doc.

I know how to read an MRI, Pernell.

[cell phone buzzing]

Doctor: Good news?

If there was something wrong with Ella's head,

who would you send her to?

Just answer me that.

There's a guy over at UCSF.

His name is Dr. Olonari.

Thank you.

You ought to let me get rid of these curls, man.

I think people would take you a lot more serious

if you wasn't rockin' the Michael Bolton circa 1986.

- [laughing] - No shit.

Curls for the girls. Curls for the girls, my friend.

I don't think I gotta worry about

anybody taking me seriously.

Everybody wants to know how I got Brooks Innovations

to set up shop in San Vicente.

Now I'm about to announce the REAL initiative.

Oh, we're talkin' legendary status, my friend.

Legend.

Talkin' about that little charter school thing?

Yes, that little $40 million charter school thing.

All right? Tell 'em, son.

How many national publications

I got lookin' to do a profile piece on me?

Time, The New Yorker, The Atlantic.

Don't forget the American Prism.

Dad, we don't need to be dealin' with a reporter

you got history with.

Or maybe it's smart to have a friend

who knows me and the city to tell the story.

What friend we talkin' about?

- Isadora Williams. - Ahhh, man.

- [laughing] - Sounds like you thinkin' with the wrong head, man.

Come on, Jackie, you know I'm smarter than that.

- [laughing] - Sure, okay.

Three ex wives, six rugrats.

The facts speak for themselves.

- [laughing] - That's it. That's it.

Pot of tea, no lemon, no honey, no sugar, no milk.

Just tea.

Thank you, Caleb.

You don't waste time.

I like that.

Ashna.

Excuse me?

Katsorti, Mohini, Savitri.

Sir, only language I'm familiar with is American.

Can I get you something else?

Those are names.

Indian names.

Asam names. Maybe the names of the women

that picked the tea leaves in this very bag right here.

That's cool. I need to go fill...

One of them, maybe it was Ashna,

she got up early in the morning before the sun,

and she picked these leaves.

Someone else, maybe Katsorti,

she took her father's shitty truck,

and she drove it down the winding mountain

until she got to a ship,

captained by Savitri, she brought it here.

Now you and I we both know that

it wasn't a woman who captained that ship.

I know. It's a nice story.

And I think I'd like for it to be true.

So I'm gonna keep it that way.

Is that okay by you?

I guess so.

But you said fuck Ashna, didn't you?

Fuck Savitri, your motherfuckin' story.

- No, sir, I didn't say that. - That's what you said.

Shh.

[whispering] You said you brought me this lukewarm fuckin' water

like it didn't matter if their effort, their life's work,

their art amounted to anything, and fuck me.

Fuck me, fuck me for ordering it

in the first place, right?

We all have a role to play, Caleb.

All of us.

It doesn't matter if we don't like it.

Or if it doesn't fit us. What matter is that we do it.

Yeah? And if we're lucky, we're really, really lucky,

we get a minute or two

to enjoy a nice hot cup of tea.

Good.

[bell jingles]

Tammy asked me to meet her here.

Me, too.

Looks like she's playing peacemaker.

I always thought you were the sneaky one.

Okay, I didn't mean to drag up things

there's no point talking about anymore.

Well... [slurping]

I know I said things you don't want to hear.

[slurping]

I guess we're even.

Jesus.

Neither one of us can apologize worth a shit.

Hey. They expelled Denise.

What? Why?

Protesting about this stupid book.

There were, like, 50 kids there,

and Denise is the one they expel.

That's bullshit.

How do they justify singling her out?

She was the instigator. That's what Wasser said.

They sat there in front of the library.

We're not talking march on fuckin' Washington here.

I told you that principal had it out for her.

Whoa, whoa, wait. Matt Wasser?

- Yeah. - You know he was in my class.

Did he have a stick up his ass back then?

He had my finger up his ass.

- Oh, Chris. - I'm kidding.

Did you talk to him?

He wouldn't see me.

His secretary said that he was in a conference.

I sat there and waited for two hours, he wouldn't see me.

Yeah, well, he's gonna see me.

Uh-uh, no, no.

My kid, my problem. I will handle this.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Where's your guy?

Gone. You're 45 minutes late, Pernell.

People have lives, jobs.

I said I'm sorry, okay?

Well, you're here now. Something we need to talk about.

Look, I need to go to San Francisco.

Ask Dan for another day pass.

- No, I'm not going to do that for you. - Adam.

- This is important. - More important than the witness statement

from Mike Alcala?

MacCauley sent it over this morning.

You should have a look.

Can you just tell me what it says?

"Mr. Alcala was returning home late from work one night"

"when he saw you pull something large and wrapped in plastic"

"out of a church van, and drag it into"

"into Julio Farcas' back yard."

Oh, shit.

Exactly.

If this witness takes the stand,

he draws a straight line through everything,

and that line leads to you.

It's time to be straight up with me, Pernell.

What do I need to know about you and Shane Caldwell,

and Julio Farcas?

Give me a chance to win this trial.

We'll deal with this when I get back from San Francisco.

You're not going to San Francisco,

you're on house arrest.

You leave San Vicente, you go to jail.

Wow.

Wisdom tooth.

Who has wisdom teeth anymore?

Talk to Stanton.

Her honor was very clear when she let you go to Stockton.

It was a one time thing.

Now, we have more important things to focus on,

like the witness statement on your desk

that will put you in prison for life.

Tell her it's a medical emergency.

That's not going to fly, Pernell.

They have doctors in San Vicente.

No, I... I gotta go.

Pernell.

Pernell. Pernell!

It is starting to sound a lot like business.

We're in the mayor's residence where I do parties.

Guy, you want to talk business,

we need to have that conversation back in my office.

Oh, you know how Nathan is.

He has questions, he likes answers.

And if it's gonna be a problem

tying the Brooks B tabs to the initiative,

then maybe the party's premature.

Oh, it's more of a hiccup than anything.

Your girl, Anne Wu, would agree if she was here.

Yeah, well...

Have you, uh, heard from Anne since she left the company?

What do you mean, left the company?

You guys fired her, didn't you?

Yes.

Yeah, we did. [Sighs]

Why can't they just accept our gift and say thank you?

Hey, you're preachin' to the choir, man.

No, the school board is just nervous

after the whole iPad debacle down in LA.

But don't worry.

Me and Pernell have plenty of friends on the board.

We'll... We'll push it through.

Oh, that'll make Nathan feel a lot better.

Having a crazy murderer on our side.

All right, you know, shut your fuckin' mouth.

You don't know him. He's not crazy or guilty.

Well, one's a matter of opinion.

The other one's just a matter of time.

Who gets two MRis in one day?

They did one without contrast,

and now they want one with contrast.

Takes a minute.

[scoffs]

[door closes]

Any chance you can make it six hours instead?

Just to be safe.

I can get you an extra thousand.

Machine's booked at 5 p.m.

Four hours is the best I can do.

Asa.

Look at you.

All grown up.

How you doin', Izzy?

- Great. - Did he call you?

No, he doesn't need to. I'm ready to get started.

Well, it's not a done deal.

He's considering other reporters.

Why do you sound like you don't want it to be me?

Maybe I heard how sneaky you can be.

- Who told you that? - My mother.

Where is Mr. Mayor?

He's in the conservatory.

With a lead pipe.

Have a good one.

Man, you got some competition, Isadora.

The writer from Time Magazine

called me a dozen times already.

Matter of fact, he's attending a party I'm having tonight.

Well, then he's too late and I'm right on time.

[chuckles] I don't know.

He's talking about how I might be the next Cory Booker.

Even made a comparison to the prez.

- Hmm. - [laughs]

He must know I got a big ego.

Was he at your mom's funeral?

You know, when you made her that promise

about what type of man you would be?

Knowing each other doesn't make this a done deal.

I'm still considering my options.

You want me to dance?

I want the cover.

You don't want the cover.

Hell, yeah, I do.

[sighs] Damn cover's all any politician

ever wants to talk about,

but my editor's not gonna give it to

the mayor of the nation's 27th largest city

no matter how much buzz he's getting.

Then fuck him.

Let's see what Time Magazine thinks.

I know how this can work.

I write the whole piece, not a fluff piece.

A real legacy profile.

Top to bottom, warts and all.

[chuckles] Yeah, we tried that before. It doesn't work. Remember?

Like I said, you don't want the cover.

- [knocking] - [door opens]

Crystal: Oh, my God.

Principal Matt Wasser?

- Crystal. - How many years has it been?

- Decades. - [chuckles] Yeah.

Word is you stayed a handful.

And you stayed put.

You know, I admire that.

I could not wait to get out of here.

Crystal, I spoke to Tammy not half an hour ago.

My decision stands.

Denise has caused enough trouble here.

Matt, are you aware of the term optics?

I know, I know, people and PR use it way too much,

but it does matter.

My niece is an openly gay young woman

protesting for free speech.

Now, the optics of the situation...

[sighs] Well...

since you expelled her, there's a lot of room for improvement.

[door opens]

Uh, give us a minute.

I spent half an hour on the phone with the superintendent.

I'm guessing you are the one that got up his ass about this.

Matt, this could be a fantastic opportunity for you.

I'm not afraid of him.

And I'm sure as shit not afraid of you.

The Harris' don't reach this far.

You're just another trailer trash Murphy around here.

- What? - You have a call waiting.

It's the governor's office.

[door closes]

Tell Jerry I said hi.

[door opens]

Woman: Seriously?

We're doing that form again? This is bullshit!

I've been over this with six different cops

in the last three months.

Start at the beginning.

Who was the officer that took your phone?

I don't know. Uh...

A Mexican with a mustache.

Okay, what park was it?

Guadalupe.

You remember what day it was?

Yeah, same day that judge, the one that they're saying killed the cop,

he was splashing in the fountain naked.

You're talking about Pernell Harris?

Yeah, and I filmed him with my phone,

which is not illegal.

But one of your cops took my phone,

which is illegal.

You mind coming with me?

Well, fuck, yes.

♫♫

Sergeant Kessler.

Sir.

Citizen filed a complaint this morning.

Pretty serious.

It says a cop confiscated her phone unlawfully,

and never returned it.

She describes a Mexican male with a mustache,

and you were the only officer on the scene

that fits that description.

Yeah, what scene?

Pernell Harris 51-50 call.

That was a long time ago.

She lost her phone, buy her a new one like we usually do.

Usually, we don't give a shit,

but not this time.

I know you got a thing for the judge,

but I want that fuckin' phone.

And if the video got erased somehow,

I'm gonna feel personally responsible.

And I'm gonna personally take it out on you.

I'd have to go back and check my notes.

Maybe I messed up the evidence tag.

You've got 24 hours to figure it out.

[door closes]

[exhales]

Minister: I know some of you are disappointed in me,

but may I remind you of Isaiah 1:18.

"Come now and let us reason together,"

said the Lord. Fuck!

The Lord said...

The Lord didn't s...

The Lord sayeth...

The Lord didn't said anything.

Keith.

You come to kill me today?

No, I...

No, I didn't come here to...

You called me.

Oh, right, yeah. Uh...

You came to me with some money.

Uh, it was quite a bit of money.

Uh, no, it was a misunderstanding.

It doesn't have to be.

Uh, could I have some of that money?

- Oh... - For the church?

It... I'm starting a new drive this...

I don't have it anymore.

Can you get it back?

You all right?

Hmm.

Uh... no.

I'm sorry for what I did.

It was wrong when I...

threatened you.

When I brought violence between us.

You think I'm a good man, don't you, Keith?

Yes, I do.

You brought me on this path.

I'd like to come back, if I can still do that.

Why not?

I mean, there's plenty of room.

Okay.

You might give me some, uh...

I... I... You mind giving me some time

to work on my sermon?

Oh. Yeah.

[inhaling]

Ohh.

All right, Mason, now what I'm gonna do now

is I'm gonna tap your forehead,

and this is gonna hurt a lot.

[laughs] No, it isn't.

[chuckles] No, you're right, it isn't.

All right. You ready?

Here we go.

Okay?

Oh, what does that mean? Is it good?

Good, we'll see you then. Bye-bye.

I'm here to see Dr. Olonari.

What time is your appointment?

I don't have an appointment.

Well, what's your name?

Pernell Harris. Um, I need to see Dr. Olonari now.

All right, well, take a seat.

Maybe we'll have a cancellation.

Thank you.

Sir. Sir!

I'm sorry to... Sorry to interrupt.

- Yeah, can I help you? - I think you can.

I'm having some issues with, um...

And, uh, well, I hear you're the best.

Okay. Well, why don't you let me finish with these folks,

- and then we can talk. - Okay.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Say 10 minutes? - Yeah.

- Thank you. - Okay.

- Have a seat over here, please. - Thank you.

Fuckin' Toby. Bad enough the man's on trial for murder,

and now he wants everybody to see him butt naked, wet,

and speakin' pig Latin in Guadalupe Park.

The department's going out of their way

to embarrass Judge Harris.

- It's not right. - Yeah. I know.

For some reason, he got it out for my boy.

[toilet flushing]

But you know what?

We have some friends at the local affiliates.

I'll try to call in some favors.

We'll keep this thing squashed.

Dad, hold on. Toby gave him 24 hours.

- We should use the time. - For what?

You want to Photoshop a bigger dick on Pernell?

I've seen it. He'll be happy.

We should know what Pernell's saying on there.

What are you talking about? He's babbling.

- You said it was tongues. - It is.

[chuckles] Okay, look, no disrespect,

but that's not a language.

It's crazy ass gibberish, and the fact that I gotta explain that to my son

is really fuckin' my head up right now.

Give the woman back her phone

so Toby doesn't start screaming conspiracy.

And I'll try to do a pre-emptive strike at the news station.

And then abra-fuckin'-cadabra, we're done.

Look, I mean like done done.

Let's get the hell out of my bathroom, okay?

I got work to do.

We need to make sure Pernell's not spilling any secrets.

Sergeant, don't you have an aunt that speaks tongues?

Yeah, I've seen her do it.

Can we play the video for her?

I can ask.

Dr. Olonari: Good job today.

- Bye. - All right.

Take care.

I'm sorry, what was your name again?

Uh, Pernell Harris.

Pernell Harris, right.

I have a question for you, Mr. Harris.

Do you think that your problems

are more important than all my patients?

- I'm sorry. - Or just little Mason,

who's struggling with early-onset Huntington's?

I apologize for interrupting.

I had to see you.

Yeah, you want to see me, then make an appointment.

I'm not leaving until you check me out.

You may be the only person that can stop...

what's happening with me.

I give my time to you, that means I take it from someone else,

and I'm not willing to do that

because you bullied your way into my office.

I'm sorry. Okay? I don't mean to step on other people.

But if I can't get you to figure out what's wrong with me,

I end up in an asylum.

Or prison.

You look for special cases, right?

I read an article where you said that.

I'm having visions.

My son...

He... he's dead.

He's talkin' to me.

I can't even write with his pen.

I mean, how can you explain something like that?

I can write with any pen,

but with this one I can't even write my name.

Man: Sir, we're gonna need you to leave.

Doc, I got nothin' else.

Man: It's time to go.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Harris.

Come on.

Tammy: Oh, Mom, it's all over Facebook.

Who's hungry?

Look at you in your power suit.

Juicy burgers. I thought it would cheer Denise up.

School called.

Said she could come back tomorrow.

Really? Well, let's eat and celebrate.

Cut the shit, Chrissy, I know you talked to Wasser about my kid.

Look, I have known Matt since the third grade.

- Look, does it matter who talked to who? - Shut up, Mom.

I told you to your face,

I said stay out of our business.

Tammy, come on, she gets to go back to school.

- What's the big deal? - That is not your responsibility.

Well, you sure as hell weren't doing anything.

Because I didn't do things your way.

Because your way is so much better than everyone else's.

Better than your way, rolling over so they can screw you in the ass.

You do everything fuckin' right.

How's that working out for you?

You had your kid and you messed it up.

- Jesus! - You don't get another chance.

- You don't get... - Jesus Christ.

[car horns honking]

[horn honking]

Pernell: Move it!

[horns honking]

What the fuck is going on?!

♫ Callin' out ♫

♫ All of the beautiful people ♫

♫ With your new ringed eyes and your heavenly scent ♫

Keith.

♫ You gettin' drunk on rapt devotion ♫

- [music stops] - Keith.

Oh.

I thought you'd be further along.

Shouldn't the drywall be done?

Yeah, uh, it will be by next week.

I promise.

I need to get this place on the market,

the sooner the better.

I understand.

You haven't even started the kitchen.

I know.

Are you sleeping here?

No, uh... Sometimes.

So maybe you're not looking to finish.

The longer it takes, the longer you have someplace to stay.

No, no, that's not it.

Then what is it?

Uh... I was just still saving up for the materials.

I should have asked if it was okay

if I slept here.

[sighs]

If I pay for the materials, will that help?

I can't... I can't let you do that.

I've already cost you so much.

The longer it takes to finish,

the more it's costing me, so...

Okay.

You got a list?

Oh.

♫♫

♫ There's a light in my life ♫

♫ Shining over me ♫

♫♫

♫ There's a light in my life ♫

♫ Shining over me ♫

♫ Yeah ♫

♫ That your blessings from above ♫

Oh, fuck.

♫ Fill me with ♫

Fuck me. Fuck me!

♫ There's a light in my life ♫

♫ Shining over me ♫

♫ There's a light in my life ♫

♫ Shining over me ♫

Okay, Mr. Thompson. Another 10 minutes or so.

- Get Judge Harris out of there now. - Excuse me?

Just a few more minutes.

You said that 15 minutes ago.

- Get out of my way. - You can't go in there.

Where the hell is he?

[door opens]

You want to give me a second?

Maybe you want to help me pull my fuckin' pants up.

Uh, I need some framing plates,

and a bucket of mud, then we're good.

So how'd you learn to do construction?

Your dad teach you?

I don't know my dad.

Me neither.

So how'd you learn to fix up houses?

I... I spent some time incarcerated.

I was on the work crew.

You know, when I was a kid,

this place was an ice skating rink.

[chuckles] My school came here once a year for a field trip.

You were born in San Vicente?

Born and raised.

How about you?

Oh, I was born in Gilroy, but we moved a lot.

Mm.

A rolling stone, huh?

Not by choice.

I want to settle down. Hopefully, here.

Well, what about your family, where are they now?

I had a brother but he's gone.

[grunting]

Let me help you, miss.

- Oh, yeah. - Can I help you?

Yeah. Thanks.

Thank you.

- Sure. These don't stack easy. - No, they don't.

Are you finding everything you need okay?

Yeah, we're good.

Um, okay.

Well, if you need anything, I'm Renata.

Okay. Thank you, miss.

Thanks.

Woman: [on PA] Price check in plumbing, register four.

Price check in plumbing, register four.

Hope I didn't step on your game over there.

- What? - You didn't catch it?

Oh, girl, she was into you.

No, she wasn't.

[laughs] Trust me, I know it when I see it.

Sure you don't want to go back?

Maybe get her number?

No, we should keep moving.

[Pernell speaking in tongues]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Please, ma'am.

It's very, very, very important.

City business.

You go to church?

Not as much as I should, I'll admit.

I have an open mind, Mrs. Raigosa.

Please, I just want to know what he's saying.

[speaking Spanish]

Maybe what he's saying will make things worse for him.

[cell phone buzzing]

Permiso.

Señora, do you know somebody

who can help us translate it?

If it can be done, it has to be done in the spirit.

You understand? In church.

I understand, señora.

So we can try, please?

Any luck?

I hope so. This is all they had.

Oh, yes.

This is the one.

You're welcome.

[indistinct chatter]

I don't know about this embedded shit.

People do it all the time,

celebrities, politicians.

MacArthur did it in the middle of World War II.

Shh, shh, shh.

You name me one person in San Vicente who's done it.

What's the matter with being the first, Mayor Boston?

Ahh. Oh... [sighs]

Too much of my life can't be reported.

Well, that's when you say "off the record,"

and I'm like a priest in confession.

[whispers] My lips are sealed.

That's a little dramatic.

I don't know if I want your lips sealed.

We're here to talk about the ground rules, Bobo.

Well, we could have did that over the phone,

but you came here.

Yep, I came here professionally.

Okay. So, how does this work?

This 24-7, because if you and me spend too much time in one room,

we're either fighting or fucking.

I mean...

Fighting or fucking.

I get that no one can work all the time,

and I understand that there's a professional side and a personal side,

and as long as we keep that line clear,

I'm okay with seeing what happens.

And once it gets too confidential, you step out.

Well, if you're being the mayor,

I think I'm gonna need to be there.

So it's all or nothing.

That's what I told my editor.

I mean, that's what it needs to be

if you want the cover.

Judge Harris, ready to order?

Yes, uh, I'll have the, uh, New York, uh, rare,

and, uh, Mrs. Harris will have the usual.

Excellent choice.

The chateaubriand has many restorative properties.

[door opens, closes]

Fries?

They're cold but they're good.

Thanks.

Probably time I found my own place.

You can stay as long as you want.

You always have a home with me.

What is that saying?

Home is where they have to take you in?

Even if you're a stuck up bitch.

I'm not stuck up.

I'm particular.

You didn't fail PJ.

He was brilliant and brave.

No, no, Denise is the brave one.

Where do you think she got it from?

Passionate. Unafraid to take a stand.

Opinionated. That's PJ.

That's PJ.

Ah, you only saw him on the holidays.

Hell, I'm not even sure I ever really knew him.

- Maybe nobody did. - Oh, bullshit.

This house has been full of him for years.

Denise was probably one of PJ's biggest fans.

She must have watched that manifesto of his on the internet,

like, 100 times.

What manifesto?

Well, he's a doctor, and I'm sick.

He wouldn't even see me.

And Crystal.

She doesn't want to talk to me.

I mean,

how the hell am I supposed to tell her how much I...

I... I fuckin' love her

if she won't talk to me?

[laughing]

I still got PJ, though.

He won't even leave me alone.

My life's gone.

Just like that.

How the fuck does that even happen?

Maybe some coffee, Judge Harris?

- [pounds table] - Yes, Manny.

Coffee is exactly what I need.

Coffee.

- Yeah. - I'll get some coffee.

[chuckling]

Pernell Harris.

I need you to stand up and turn around, sir.

Son. Son.

You gotta state the charges,

then you Mirandize the suspect.

You... You don't want me getting off on a technicality, do you?

Pernell Harris, we have a warrant for your arrest

for violating the conditions of your bail.

Clear. And sharp. Nice job.

Nice job.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

[police radio chatter]

[car door closes]

[police radio chatter]

I need a minute with him.

Get the fuck out of the car, rook.

[police radio chatter]

I heard what they were doing over the radio.

They should have shown you a little respect,

let you turn yourself in.

How'd they know I left town?

I don't know.

There's a lot about this I don't like.

Don't you worry.

I won't let them parade you through the front door.

[radio chatter]

Why are you helping me, Kessler?

It's gotta be more than what I did for your partner?

Did you kill Caldwell?

No.

But you knew he was dirty.

He raped my daughter-in-law.

They're trying to bring you down.

They don't want nobody to know that Shane was dirty.

And that he's not the only one.

Is that what this is?

They're afraid I may dig out

what's fucked in your department.

But not if I'm in jail.

Well, I can't let you go, Judge.

No, of course not.

Maybe you can help me.

I need to find out how I can get a hold of this witness,

this Mike Alcala.

He's been telling lies about me.

I'll see what I can find.

[shouting]

And the Lord himself was sent from heaven with a shout.

[congregation responds]

With a sound from an archangel,

and with the voice of God!

Can you hear him?

Come on, worship him.

[speaking foreign language]

Hallelujah!

Can you hear him?

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking in tongues]

I gotta go.

Me, too.

Hey.

Did you and Mom work your shit out?

Yeah.

We always do.

Eventually.

Your mom told me about PJ's manifesto.

You didn't know about that?

Seems there's a lot I didn't know about PJ.

Over 350,000 views.

That's not Kardashian numbers, but it's a lot.

It's all over Facebook and Twitter, too.

People are still watching PJ.

You know what I love the most about this moment?

The only person who knows where I am right now...

is me.

[speaking in tongues]

The majesty of God is undeniable.

Listen.

The knowledge of God is infinite.

It's fuckin' majestic.

It's like looking into infinity.

This is what perfection looks like.

Big data hates this place.

Lucifer is not content with the perfection of God.

He despises man,

because man has the only thing he will never have.

Never.

Free will.

So they trick us.

They take everything they know about us,

and they use it against us.

To control us.

Woman: He rocks him to sleep with lullabies.

Science, of technology,

of the knowledge of this world.

He wants to use man's own needs,

and urges to make him weak.

They make it so easy.

Don't they?

We can get a pill for any mood online.

We come at the click of a button.

We Uber our food. I mean, what the fuck?

We've given up the right to choose

in exchange for free shipping,

and a money-back guarantee.

We give them our data, and they make chains that fit us better.

Chains to imprison men.

I created Bathwater as an answer

to help us break those chains.

Oh, the hands of God

will break the chains that cannot be broken.

Oh, God is the way.

God is the answer.

The hands of God will blind the devil with holy water.

The hands of God

will free men from the knowledge of this world.

If they can't track us, they can't control us.

If they can't control us,

we might be able to resurrect our future.

I might not be around to see it,

but Bathwater will.

Wash us in the water.

And maybe in some small way

it'll make their control less,

our freedom more,

and help us to wake the fuck up!

Wash us in the water.

And awake us.

Wake the fuck up!

[sobbing] Wash us in the water,

and awake us.

Wake the fuck up!

♫♫

♫ Smile ♫

♫ Smile ♫

♫ Underneath I'm all smiles ♫

♫ All day ♫

♫ I work so fuckin' hard ♫

♫ I work so fuckin' hard to be good all the time ♫

♫ So where's mine? ♫

♫ I'm trapped, trapped, trapped ♫

♫ About to lose my mind ♫

♫ I knew it would be tough ♫

♫ Like walkin' through a bowl of honey ♫

♫ I get stuck, stuck, stuck ♫

♫ Stuck here all the time ♫

♫ So I gotta keep on smiling ♫

♫ Smile ♫

♫ Underneath I'm all smiles ♫

♫ All day ♫

♫ Smile ♫

♫ Smile ♫