All language subtitles for Barry.S02E06.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_track3_[eng]

(PANTING)
That's Ronny Proxin.

He's feeling my wife.

If you get rid of him,
all of this goes away.

What?!

♪ (FUNK MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

BARRY BERKMAN:
I've been sent here

by Detective John Loach
to kill you.

-I'm not gonna do that.
-Uh-huh.

-(GRUNTING, GASPING)
-Dad?

BARRY:
That was Ronny's daughter.

I think he trains her

'cause she was like
a feral mongoose.

-(FLESH SQUELCHING)
-(SCREAMS)

-(GASPS)
-(FERAL SHRIEKS)

-(WHISPERING) Ronny.
-RONNY PROXIN: Loach!

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

OFFICER:
Shots fired! Shots fired!

OFFICER 2: He's dead.

Barry. Buddy, we have to go!

Detective John Loach
was integral

to a number of high-profile
gang-related cases.

However, our investigation
has concluded

this was a domestic matter
between Detective Loach
and another man,

-unrelated to police business.
-(overlapping questions)

Newsman:
Do you have an ID
on the second man?

Uh, yes, I believe
we have a photo.

-Woman: Oh. Oh.
-(murmuring)

Newswoman:
Is that Ronny Proxin?

Yes. Mr. Proxin was a two-time
Olympic medalist in tae kwon do.

Uh, apparently,
Detective Loach's wife, Diana,

had recently left him
to date Ronny.

(reporters murmuring)

So, you get it.

Newsman:
Yeah, I get it.

-(drawer rolls)
-Huh.

His laptop? His files?

There's nothing here.
Where would he have left it all?

Diana:
I don't know.

(clears throat)
Diana, uh...

You're going through
a rough time,

but you're gonna
get through it.
I just know it.

And I'm sure
there's a site

for people whose
ex and boyfriend
murdered each other.

And if there isn't,
there should be.

Well, thanks for
letting me look around.

Um, I can run you home.

Or why don't
we get a drink?

-You want to get a drink?
-No.

Okay. No prob--
Hey, why don't you come
to my softball practice?

-(door bells jangle)
-Diana: I'm not really
in the mood.

(door bells jangle)

(sighs)

(theme music playing)

(toilet flushes)

Ah...
(chuckling)

Looks good, right?
Thirty bucks. Heh.

I am starving, man.

Why don't we go to, uh...
Why don't we go to Du-par's?

Pancakes on me, yeah?

Listen, uh, now that
this Loach stuff's all done,

um, I can't work
with you anymore, man.

Oh, Jesus Christ.
Not this thing again. Why?

Why? What have I done?
Name me one thing I done.

You wore a wire.

-I wore a what?
-Come on, man.

I mean, you know
what you did, man.

Look, you know, your head's
not in the right place.

(chuckling):
We just got our asses handed
to us by a 12-year-old.

But I'm fuckin' starving.

Can we go to Du-par's?
Can we eat? We'll talk about it.

You sold me out,
for your own interests.

I did what was best for us--
not me, us.

-Bullshit, man.
-Bullsh-- You're not thinking.

There is no way
you can negotiate

a piece of Hank's
heroin without me.

Hank's heroin? I don't
give a shit about that!

See, this is what
I'm talking about!
You don't fuckin' know me!

You don't fuckin' know me.

Mr. Cous-- Mr. Cousineau,
he understands me, okay?

He accepts me.

Mr. Cousineau?
You know, he gets you

-because you told him
about Korengal.
-Yeah.

(sighs)

Did you tell him
you killed his girlfriend?

♪ ♪

That-that never
needs to come up.

Yeah, Barry,
you're in denial.

Because that Korengal shit
is fog of war.

You killed Moss out
of your own self-interest.

You made a choice
to kill her,

because you're
a violent guy, Barry.

But me, I built...

(chuckles)
I built a world
where that's an asset.

I don't want to talk
to you anymore.

Aah... You're gonna choose
that fucker over me?

Uh, well, I guess everyone's
a hero of their own story,
right?

Fine, I'll just work
with Hank without you.

-Work with Hank
without me?
-Yeah.

Without me? What do you bring
to the table without me?

(stammers)

What?

You got nothin'
without me.

I am your fuckin'
business, idiot!

You're out of moves.

Don't you walk away
from me, Barry. We...

Fucker, we got too much
on the line!

Come on, man!

Fuck you, Barry.

Fuck you, actor boy!

(machines humming)

Hank.

Akhmal, I'm getting
to your stuff, okay?

Thank you, but listen.

When you are done
washing monks' robes,

Cristobal wants
you to fold them
and take them out to car.

Okay. Why?

Esther and her men
are moving back to monastery.

They want to be there
when heroin shipment arrives.

They are leaving us?

Oh, no.

Oh, yes, Barry.

I am washing Burmese
right out of my hair.

(men grunting)

Good. Good.
That's much improved.
That's good.

Uh, so, the heroin shipment
is coming in two days,

which means
we have small window

before monastery is
fully fortified to take it,

just like we took
stash house.

Hey, what do
you mean "we"?

Well, we-- you, me.

Team Badass. Come on.
Kickin' ass, makin' names.

No, the deal was,
is that I train them, that's it.

Remember?

That is true.
That is true.

You know, that was plan,
and I'm man of my word.

Okay? I am honest Gabe.

So, what do
you think, though?
Are they ready?

-(gunshots)
-(pots clanging)

They're as ready
as they're ever gonna be.

Shit, man.

They're gonna be pretty
fuckin' broken up about it.

I mean, they're gonna
want to say goodbye
and thank you and...

(chuckling)
Oh.

Oh, Barry. Oh, man,
you don't even know.

It's about to go off.

-(accordion playing)
-(Chechens singing)

NoHo Hank (chanting):
Hey, hey, hey, hey...

(man grunting)

(wind whistling)

(Noho Hank speaks Chechen)

Oh, it means, um,
"The debt has been paid."

You owe me nothing.

And, uh, slate is clean, right?

And just because we're not
working together anymore--

(accordion playing)

Are you fucking serious?

Are you fucking
kidding me right now?

You just fucked
this moment,

this beautiful, tender moment
with your accordion.

You just whipped out
your accordion,
and you fucked it, man.

God!

-Hey, I'm so sorry about that.
-It's all right.

Um, where was I?

Aah, it's gone. It's gone.

Yeah. Gone.

Where'd you park?

Uh, Barry, do you still have

special Chechen bullet
I gave you?

Because I think it would be
a real gas for me to use it
to kill Esther.

I didn't bring it.

Oh. All right. Well...

Normal bullet is cool, too.

I wanted to say thank you
for pushing me.

Before you, I was small.

I had nothing.

You know, when they look
at me, they... they see nobody.

But now,

I have a purpose.

You gave me that.

♪ ♪

-Take care of yourself, Barry.
-Stay off the 405, man.

(indistinct shouting)

(sighs)

"So, this is an absolutely
true story that happened
to me.

"When I was six or seven,
I was at home, at my mum's
flat in London,

"and I looked
out of the window,
and I saw

"a horse,

right outside
my block of flats."

-And?
-That's my story.

And you think that that moment
is the moment that defines you?

Gene, I didn't grow up around...

a lot of animals, like you lot.

Right? Like I'm-- I'm not
from like a rural place.

This is in the middle of a city.

All right, thank you.
Thank you, Sasha.

No don't--
No, no, no! Don't clap.

You lot-- you lot should've
applauded at the end.

If you clap now,
it's like pitiful.

Natalie:
We didn't know
it was over.

Gene:
Okay, Sasha,
there are people waiting.

Sasha:
Maybe you didn't know
it was over, but...

could you tell that horse
was a big deal to me?

Because it was.
I mean, I stood up here
and told that story.

Hey. We're up next.
What's going on?

I rewrote my scene.

Yeah?

Barry, look,
I'm really sorry

that I didn't
tell you this before,

but after we had
dinner with Sam,

he called me, and, um...

I went to his hotel.

-What?
-Oh, God, no.
Nothing happened, I promise.

No, it wasn't like that
at all. No, it was...

awful, actually.

I just... I couldn't
stand up to him.

I don't know, I just
felt fucking paralyzed,

like I was fucking
19 years old again.

Like, I stood there like
a fucking idiot, and I just--

I don't know what
I thought. I thought...

I thought it'd be different,

or I thought I'd
be different, or--

But I just--
He's got my number.

So, I wrote this.

-It's the truth.
-Yeah, no, I can see that.

Sally: I don't know.
I... I don't know
if I can do this.

I mean, I can barely talk
about this stuff with you.

How am I supposed
to get up there and just--

and just like say all of this
in front of them?

I mean,
what if they judge me?

What if they don't
fucking get it?

No, no.
Hey, listen, Sally.

I think...

if you can tell the truth,
you should.

Telling the truth's
a good thing.

Barry:
"Everybody was staring at you.
I don't like it.

It was embarrassing.
You looked like a whore."

Sally:
Sam, Ken is just a friend.
Don't be an idiot.

Barry:
"Don't call me
a fucking idiot."

"Sam grabs Sally by the throat,
pins her against the wall.

"Sally stares at him wild-eyed,
gasps for air. None comes.

"He's going to kill her.
Finally, Sam lets go.

"Sally slumps to the floor,
fighting for air.

Sam paces. Then..."

"Uh, I'm-- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I did that to you.

"I'm so sorry. It's just,
seeing you with someone else,

"I got so jealous.
And you're right,
I'm an idiot.

I'm such a fucking idiot."

"No, you're not.
It's my fault.

"Look, I'm sorry
that I called you that.

I love you."

"I love you, too.

And I'm never gonna do
this again, I promise."

"I know. No, I know."

Gene:
"They embrace.
Sally turns to the audience.

A spotlight returns to her."

Yeah, so, this next bit would be
sort of like a direct address.

(clears throat)

"He apologizes,
like before.

"And I will never feel more
loved than in that moment.

"I endure the wrath because
I know what comes after.

"It's a cycle I can't break,

"because I want to
and I don't want to.

(sighs)
I stay for the apology."

Really, it wasn't
that bad.

-It wasn't that bad?
-No.

Are you fucking insane?
Were you in there?

I just took a giant
fucking turd out there.

Look, they were expecting
the old version,

and this new one just
threw them a little.

-That's all that happened.
-Yeah, well...

clearly I can't
do this version,

and now they know
the other version is a lie,

so now I have no story.
So, thanks.

Listen, once we rehearse it,
and-and... you perform it,

they'll see that
the honest version
is really powerful.

-Once we rehearse this?
-Yeah.

You? You and me?

What, you and me
are gonna do this
and it's gonna be powerful?

-Yeah!
-(sighs)

I teach pigs.

Hey, Mr. Cousineau?

(chuckling):
Hey! How's Sally?

-Uh, she's pretty embarrassed.
-Yeah, well, understandable.

But I am proud of her.

I mean, we were all shocked
that she had the guts

to get to the emotional
place she went.

Yeah, I know. Um...

Look, she doesn't want to do
the scene anymore,

and I think she should...
tell the truth.

So, um, I want to put
my energy into playing Sam

and not do my own piece.

-Is that okay?
-Okay?

It is more than okay.
Because I--

I don't know if you remember
this or not, but you killed...

Both:
...somebody
and got away with it.

Yeah, no, you keep
reminding me of that.

Uh, look, I want to be good
in her scene.

Um, can you help me?

Of course I will.
I will always be
there for you.

As long as I'm out of here
in seven minutes.

(water trickling)

(birds singing)

-(woodpecker tapping tree)
-(Fuches groans softly)

Fuches:
Bingo.

(chuckles)

Here we go.

What is the essential emotion
of this scene?

Okay, Sam is enraged,
because Sally is withholding.

He gets violent, he acts out,
then he feels shame.

Sound familiar?

-Korengal.
-Exactly.

You don't literally
have to tell your story

in order to use your story.

Yeah, but I-- I lost con--
control back then,

and I don't want to do that
with Sally onstage.

Barry, you're the actor.

You're not hurting anyone.
You're not attacking anybody.

You're just lending
your emotional experience

to the character of Sam.

-Okay.
-Look...

Sam is an inherently
violent guy. You are not.

He is a horrible person.
You are not.

So, in order to play him,
you've got to use

the worst thing you've
ever done in your life.

Yeah, no,
and that-that was the...

worst thing I'd ever done
in my life.

Thank Christ.

Because, you know, you killed
somebody and got away with it.

Okay, so, I want
you to dig deep.

I want you
to get in there.

I want you to paddle
that canoe, there, soldier.

And, Barry...

-thank you.
-For what?

For telling me your story.

I am very touched that I was
able to gain your trust.

I am so late
for my escape room.

(sighs)

(phone chiming)

-Hello?
- Hi, Sally.
It's Tom from Gersh.

- I have Lindsay for you.
-Thank you.

(whispers):
Oh, fuck.

Lindsay:
Hey, Madeleine's people
said you hadn't confirmed

for two o'clock today.
Are you on your way?

Hi. Hi, Lindsay. Hi-- Hi.
Yeah, no, I'm really sorry.

I just-- I'm-- I'm working
on this theater piece,

and I got kind of wrapped
up in it, and I just

kind of forgot.

Um, I'm really sorry,
but can we just cancel?

Theater piece?

Sally, look,
I know it's one scene,

and it is another wife,

but this is
Benicio Del Toro's wife,

so I'm assuming she drinks.

- So, how soon can
you get there?
-Um...

Uh, yeah, I...
I can't today, Lindsay.

I'm really sorry. I--
I really need to focus on this.

-Okay? Thanks. Bye.
-Sal--

(sighs)
Fuck.

(mumbling)

(Fuches grunting)

(chuckling)

Okay, here we go.
Here we go.

-Oh...
-(woodpecker tapping tree)

Wha--? Wait, wait. Uh...

Fuck.

(thunder rumbling)

-(animal howling)
-(Fuches whimpers)

-(animal barks)
-Aah!

(whimpering)

(Fuches screams)

I don't know how
to tell you this, but...

one of the twins smothered
the other in the womb.

-(Sasha weeping)
-Eric: Why would God
allow this to happen?

I don't-- I don't know.

We gotta go.
We can do the stage combat.

-How do I do this?
-Hand first. Ready?
One, two, three.

-(Sally sighs)
-What is wrong?

(whispering):
I don't want to do this!

Look, the last time I did this,
they all just stared at me.

It's gonna be good, all right?
I've been working really hard

with Gene,
and it's gonna be great.

-One more time.
-(sighs) Okay, go ahead.

One, two, three.

Sell it.

-(forced coughing)
-There you go!
That was great! Ow!

Okay. Who's next?

Um... Hold on.

This is a bar.

Um...

Table, and, uh...

I'm grabbing dinner, uh...

Yeah. Okay.

-(Sally clears throat)
-Oh, shit.

Why were you dancing
with that guy tonight?

Ken? He's just a friend, Sam.

Everybody was
staring at you.
I don't like it.

It was embarrassing.
You looked like a whore.

-(sighing)
-Sam, Ken is just a friend.
Don't be an idiot.

Hey, can, can I reset?
Is that all right?
Can we just take it from--

Yeah. Take it
in your own time.

(distant wind blowing)

♪ ♪

Moss:
'Cause I'm a cop,
and you're a fuckin' murderer.

(distant wind blowing)

♪ ♪

-It's done.
-(silenced gunshots)

(gasps)

(body thuds)

(distant wind blowing)

Why were you dancing
with that guy tonight?

Ken? He's...

-He's just a friend, Sam.
-Everybody was looking at you.

It was embarrassing.
I didn't like it.
You looked like a whore.

Sam, don't worry about it.
Okay? Ken is just a friend.

Just a friend, since when?
Since when? Who the fuck's Ken?

-You met him.
-When did I meet Ken?

I don't know, he's just
a friend. You're drunk.

-I'm what?
-You're drunk.

If Ken's such a good friend,
tell me when I met him.

Tell me the day, tell me
the time, when I met Ken.

-Sam, just don't
be an idiot.
-You--

-(clattering)
-Don't call me a fucking idiot!

What are you calling me?
You're calling me an idiot?

-(choking)
-Huh?!

Calling me an idiot?
That's what you want?

(coughing)

Fuck!

(Sally crying, gasping)

(Sally crying)

(sobbing softly)

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I saw you dancing
with someone else,
and I got jealous.

You're right.
I'm a fucking idiot.

-(crying) No.
-I don't deserve you.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

-I shouldn't have
called you that.
-No, I'm sorry.

(Sally sniffles)

-Sally: I love you.
-Barry: I love you.

-And I'm never gonna
do that again, I promise.
-I know.

I hold him,

and I can feel
his shame, burning.

I take care of him,

so my shame grows.

I stay for the apology.

And scene.

-Are you okay?
-Hey! That was great!

Oh, my God!
You were great!

Yeah, I'm fine!

Oh, my God, I was bit thrown
by the whole table thing.

Yeah, I didn't know
if that was crazy or not.

It was good.
I think I'm gonna
write that in.

-Hey, Barry, can I see you
over here for a minute?
-Yeah.

(class murmuring)

I have a few new ideas.

Yeah. Hey, was
that all right?

Really well done.

Sasha:
Now that it's shorter,
like, it's so much better.

Like, I feel like
the shorter scene can be
the bear it's gonna be.

-Right?
-Sally: Right.

-So, the cuts are good?
-Yes, don't write any more.

Keep the cuts.
Never milk it. Just like--

-Thanks.
-Live in what you've got.

Hi.

So, this is why you're
turning down auditions?

Yes. Oh, my God. I'm re--
I'm so sorry about that.

No, no, no, no.
Don't be. This is good.

Really? Thanks.

So, this is your real story?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Are you free tomorrow?

Do you have time to come in and
sit down with me and the Mikes?

-Yes, totally.
-Sorry, um, who are you?

This is a closed rehearsal.
You can't audit the class.

I'm so sorry. Um, I--
I'm Lindsay Mandel.

I'm Sally's agent. Gersh.

- Enchanté.
-(chuckles)

(grunting)

(grunting)

-(wood snapping)
-(yelling, grunting)

(Fuches yelling, grunting)

(yelling, grunting)

(groaning)

(sobbing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(wind whistling)

(panting, grunting)

Huh.

Yeah!

I got you!

I got you, Barry!
You motherfucker!

(cackling)

Hank, it's go time.

♪ ♪

-The vehicles are loaded?
-Yes.

And you reminded
the guys to double-knot
their boots, yes?

Because I cannot
have people tripping.

It's dangerous, but, you know,
it's also embarrassing.

-I told them.
-Great.

All right, so we have
one shot at this.

We have to capture
the monastery before
the heroin arrives,

or we are... fucked.

Esther?

Cristobal?

(accordion squeaks)

Khazam? The fucking accordion
player sold us out?

We are very disappointed
in you, Hank.

Noho Hank:
Okay, in my defense--

-(diners murmuring)
-(piano playing
slow soft melody)

Your Chicken à la King.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

-Jeffrey?
-Yeah.

Take that away.

Uh, sure, Gene. Okay.

♪ ♪

Have you decided
on dinner, sir?

Yeah, I think so.

I'll have what he's having.

Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ I found you
at the window again ♪

♪ Looking out, watching
the leaves falling in ♪

♪ And it was something
like a dream ♪

♪ Whoa, so perfect,
couldn't talk to me ♪

♪ Time moves slow ♪

♪ When you're all alone ♪

♪ And time moves slow ♪

♪ When you're out on your own ♪

♪ And time
moves slow ♪

♪ When
you're missing
a friend ♪

♪ And the time moves slow ♪

♪ When you get
to the end ♪

♪ Time moves slow ♪

Come on, my friend.
Cristobal?

Maybe fresh start?
You know?

One-time do-over?
Mulligan?

Get out of free jail?

♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

We'd like to put you in a room
with Aaron Ryan.

The TV producer?

There's three women.
When we meet them,

they're all
in abusive relationships.

-They're lost.
-That's great. I love that.

So they start a group
where they kill their husbands.

Jesus.

-An audition?
-Mm-hmm.

-GENE COUSINEAU: You?
-Yeah.

-Have an audition?
-Yeah.

What,
are they reading extras now?

Man, that's so weird.
Sally said the same thing.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪