All language subtitles for Good.Behavior.S02E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Christian.
Are you anywhere
in the Smoky Mountains?

Birch Mountain Resort.
Shit!

[ Sighs ]
I think she's got you.

I'm sorry, Letty.

I told you
to disappear.

Agent Lashever: Drop the gun.
You're under arrest.

FBI.

Javier: Letty.

Let him go!

Ah!

This was not the plan.
Let her go!

**

**

Accessory
to attempted murder --

That's 30 years,

15 with good behavior.

Be lucky if I ever
see Jacob again.

You will see him.

That'll be up to him,
won't it?

Right when we got him
into school, too.

We almost
made it work.

Story of my life.

Thanks, Mom.

Agent Lashever:
[ Muffled ] You were talking
to Letty the whole time,

and you never told me.

Christian: [ Muffled ] No,
there was nothing to tell.

She didn't tell me
where she was.

She just told me that
she wasn't with Javier --

And, by the way,
vacation?

Your cabin?
Impressed?

No! You're a pathological liar.
That's what you are.
Are the windows tinted?

Probably.
Agent Lashever:
I'm an FBI agent.

And now you know
how good an FBI agent I am.
Can that guy see us?

Christian: Now I know
how sick you are.

[ Chuckles ]
Okay.

Letty:
Do you know him?

His name is Teo.

He was my friend,
growing up in Buenos Aires.

What is he doing here?

Probably
trying to kill me.

**

Come on, Woodhill.

I'm not
doing this again.

Shotgun
for your trouble?

We know someone
wants to kill me.

And we know
it's whoever killed Silk.

Well, nobody
can touch you now.

Christian:
Don't ever call me.

Don't ever show up
at my house.

I don't ever want
to see you again.

Do you understand me?

Agent Lashever: We're both
going to Asheville, dude.

What are you gonna do --
Uber alongside?

Open the back door.
I want to say goodbye to Letty.

Get in the front
and ride with us.

Open the door!

[ Van door slides open ]

[ Sighs ]

I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

It's okay.

**

Come with.
There's a bar.

You heard her --
Come with.

**

[ Mouthing ]
Please help.

**

* Hard time forgiving

* Even harder forgetting

* Before you do something

* You might regret, friend

* Bricks are caving in

* Oh, how sweet this sin

* I left you the keys

* You won't let me in

* Hard time forgiving

* Even harder forgetting

* Before you do something

* You might regret, friend

[ Wind blowing ]

[ Liquid trickling ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Whispering ]
I thought we were

on vacation
at her cabin.

Turns out
it was an Airbnb.

She told me that
her mom used to give her

baths in the kitchen sink
when she was a baby.

What kind of a person
lies like that?

I lie like that.

[ Normal voice ]
But you're not mean.

Thanks.

She is so mean.

I'm sorry, Letty.

I -- I can't stay
in this car.

So you're finally
giving up on me.

No.
Never.

But -- But what can
I realistically do?

Just be here.

Okay.

Well...

If you have
to go back to jail,

it's very Letty of you
to be driven in a limo.

Seriously,
what is this thing?

I don't know.

She says
she doesn't like

the "basic shit"
that the FBI gives 'em.

[ Slow-tempo music plays
over television ]

So, you've been arrested.

And if you're watching this,

you've been arrested by me,
Special Agent Rhonda Lashever.

You are my prisoner
and I am your captor,

but if you follow
my simple rules,

your voyage into
the criminal-justice system

will be as safe,
smooth, and painless

as bacon through a goose.
What the fuck?

Agent Backup: Got to say,
I wasn't sure about
the whole stalker plan,

but, damn, it worked.

You don't have to tell me
things I know.

Sorry. I just mean
it went really well overall.

Considering
you just had me.

Are you trying
to take credit for this?
No, sorry --

Because in case you haven't
looked in a mirror,

you got beaten up.

Props for that tattoo,
though.

Looks legit.
Yeah.

Yeah, they said
it stays on for a month.
Yikes.

Hope it doesn't peel off
little by little --

Won't be cute.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Shit.
[ Car beeping ]

Did you just slow down
because of a little rain?
[ Beeping stops ]

I'm not great
with bad weather.

Oh!

So you're
an FBI agent,

but only
if it's nice outside.

If we get into an accident,
they could run away.

You're going
15 under the limit!

It...

I was stuck by lightning
when I was 12, okay?

That explains
your narcissism.

Step on the gas.

[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Engine revs ]

This concludes my advice
and your instructions.

Ignore at your own expense.

[ Bottle cork pops ]
Ha!

Ha, ha!

Love you, Mary Ann!

Had you there for a second.
Yes, I did!

Let the bachelorette weekend
begin!

I can't believe
she's the reason

we're going
to prison.

Well,
she's not the reason.

[ Chuckles ]
Had you for a second.

Not really.

But I like your car.

Not a car --
It's a Sprinter.

I like your Sprinter.

Luxury conversion
by moi.

Hashtag SprinterLife.

I want one.

I don't see that happening,
Ms. Raines, do you?

You're in charge.

I am, and I don't
see that happening.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

How come Antonio Banderas
is so quiet?

He's never been
to prison.

Which is a miracle,

considering how dumb he was
to buy a gun

and then carve his name
into it.

It was
a Christmas gift.

Sure it was --
to yourself.

If you know what you really want
for Christmas,

you got to get it
for yourself, right?

This is what
I got for myself.

[ Recorded gun cocks, gunshot ]

Ha, ha!
Sound machine.

You ever think about
getting a gun that
says "hit man" on it?

[ Canned laughter ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Thunder crashes,
tires screech ]

[ Car beeping ]
Jesus Christ,
Agent Backup.

[ Beeping stops ]
You're responsible
for some very precious cargo,

and all of the people
inside of it.

I think
you should thank

the lane-departure
warning system

for handling your
untreated weather PTSD.

I'd appreciate it if you
wouldn't talk about that
in front of other people.

The rest of your life
will appreciate it

if you see
a therapist.

Wait, "Agent Backup"?

I have a name.

And nobody
wants to know it.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

How long have you guys
been partners?

Are you kidding?
We're not partners.

Agent Backup just graduated
from our training program

a couple
of months ago.

So he's kind of like
one of those sad newbies

who stands behind
the waitress,

or a...baby pony

who hasn't quite
figured out how to walk --

stumbling around,
easily startled,

marking time by the distance
between nursing sessions.

**

I cannot believe
you did this.

Rob, just pack.

Do you have the keys
for both cars?

Yeah, but how could you
not talk it out,

hear his side
of things?

His side of things

is that people pay him
to commit murder.

See? Now, that's
your interpretation.

But maybe he's like Batman
or something.

Like a good bad guy.

Yeah, I'm sure that's
what Letty would say.

Well, now you have to visit her
in jail to ask her.

That wasn't supposed to happen.
She did that to herself.

I swear, she is the dumbest
smart person I know.
[ Suitcases zipping ]

**

Give me the keys
to the silver.

You drive theirs.

**

Agent Lashever:
Diesel!

Oh, shit.
Sorry.

You work for the FBI.

If you can't follow
simple instructions,

I suggest you go
into the bathroom

and take a hard look
at yourself

in the polished-aluminum
paper-towel dispenser...
[ Grunts ]

...they have
instead of a mirror.

**

I don't think
this is a real thing,

like it was the first time
she tried to get you.

How is it not real?

Where's
the SWAT team?

Lashever, an intern,
a prom limo?

Javier's
her white whale.

I'm who?

Her white whale.
It's from "Moby Dick."

It's your biggest
sworn enemy,

the arch-rival
you can't defeat,

stands in the way
of everything.

And that's me?

Woodhill.

Let's check out
the jerky situation.

**

[ Glass rattles ]

**

Close the door.

[ Van door slides closed ]

**

If this was a real job,

she would've taken us
to the closest prison.

If I am
her white whale,

she wants to show me off
at the office in Asheville.

I'm sorry, but you're
not a big-enough deal
to be a white whale.

There's got to be
something else.

[ Scoffs ]

I'm serious.

I know.

You never give up.

Are you giving up?

I am in handcuffs,
and I am not a magician.

**

You're not a magician,
either.

**

Letty, when we go
to prison --

There's got to be
a way out of this.

When we go to prison,

they will ask you
to testify against me.

No, no.
And you should.

Why would you say that?

Because I am thinking
about your life,

and I'm thinking
about Jacob.

So am I, and the last time
I had to choose

between you and Jacob,
I got both of you.

Well...

Lightning doesn't
strike twice.

Yes, it does.

It doesn't strike
in the same place twice.

[ Sighs ]

**

We are
in the same place.

**

[ Slow-tempo music playing ]
What do you want?

Just a sparkling water.

[ Music continues ]

Ah.

What do you want?

Coconut water.

[ Beverage case opens, closes ]

Pink Gatorade.

And a...

Mountain Dew Code Red.

I appreciate you babysitting
those losers back there.

They're not...
[ Sighs ]

Look,
I don't know Javier,

but Letty's not
a loser.
Yes, she is.

She's the reason Javier
got away from me the first time.

You don't know that.
Oh, I have a strong feeling
I do know that.

I think
she interfered.

I think
she tipped him off.
You have no proof.

I have proof
she pulled a gun on me.

Okay,
and that's not good,

but do you think
you could take a step back?

Isn't this
all about Javier?

Do you really need to be
putting Letty in jail?

Do you have a thing
for her?

"A thing"?
No.

What kind of thing?

A thing for taking care
of lost causes...
[ Sighs ]

...because that
grosses me out,

and I seriously
don't need that.

I'm not a lost cause,

so if what you want
is a lost cause,

I think it's probably

a good idea
we're breaking up.

We're already broken up.
I broke up with you.

Fake news.

Get some Corn Nuts
and meet me at the jerky.

[ Music continues ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Rob: I think you should
call Lashever.

Estelle: [ Through speaker ]
The FBI agent?

She's cool.

We bonded
over "The Bodyguard,"

so she's not a monster.

You know,
maybe she'll let Letty go.

She won't.

I tried.

You saw me clawing at her

when she took Letty
into her van.

You can't stop trying.

I've been trying
since she was born.

Look, babe, I know you better
than anyone, okay?

And I know
you're lying to me.

Rob: And that's okay, because
I know why you're lying to me,

'cause like I said,
I know you better than anyone.

What you're
dealing with is --

Look, there's -- there's two
parts to the brain, all right,

the conscious
and the subconscious,

and while you are
consciously wanting

to get your daughter free,

the other part --
the -- the sub part --

is actually worried about
what she'll do on her own,

seeing as how every time
she gets out of prison,

she seems to get herself
back in again.

But even deeper than that,

what you're wondering about
in the sub-subconscious

is whether or not all these
impulses that Letty suffers from

are really due to her childhood
and how you raised her.

I guess what I'm trying to say

is I don't really think
that you're mad at Letty.

I think you're mad at yourself.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.
I lost you.

What?
Where'd you lose me?

I was making my point.

You said you know me better
than anyone.

Shit.

You missed
my whole damn speech!

Sorry, I must've gone
through a dead spot.

Oh.

Well...
[ Sighs ]

Now I lost
the thought.

It'll come back to you.

[ Speaker beeps ]

**

[ Man speaking indistinctly ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

**

[ Window whirs ]

This way, please.
The road is closed.

It's not safe
up ahead.

There's a huge amount
of flooding.

Thank you, officer.

Hold on!

I'm transporting
two very dangerous prisoners,

and I assure you,

this vehicle is capable
of fording the river.

Sorry, ma'am,
the road's closed.

How long
before it's clear?
No idea.

How deep is the water?

Three feet.

Not an issue for this vehicle.
We're going through.

Move the...thing.

I need to run this
by my supervisor.

Go up there,

tell her
this is dangerous.

Her car could be wrecked,
we could die --

whatever
you need to say.

Letty.
Just do it.

[ Window whirs ]

[ Sighs ]

Hi. Uh, isn't this
a little dangerous?

I think we should do
what the cop says.

I outrank cops.
Cops have to do what I say.

Your video said
this journey would be

smooth, safe,
and painless.

You still think
that video was real?

I think we should
just turn around

and grab a motel
for the night.

[ Sighs ]
What is your problem?

You afraid
of a little mud?

No, but...

[ Softly ]
Tow truck.

Accident.

Embarrassing.

**

All I'm saying is that

God forbid something
should happen to your van

and it has
to be towed in.

How would that look
to everybody in the office?

**

[ Knock on window ]

Sorry, Agent Lash--
Where's
the closest motel?

Uh, there's a Motel 6
and Holiday Inn Express

a few miles back.

Roll up the window,
turn around,

take us to the H.I.E.

[ Gasps softly ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]
[ Window whirs ]

Agent Lashever:
You ever have the cinnamon rolls
at H.I.E., Javier?

Javier:
Can't say that I have.

Woman: Thanks.

Man: Welcome to
the Holiday Inn Express.

Do you have
a reservation?

You don't need to give me
the whole spiel...Flash.

I am a founding member.

Of what?

Of H.I.E. Rewards.

Two rooms adjoining,

make mine
the handicapped suite.

The -- I'm sorry,
we don't have any suites.

All of our rooms
are the same.

Let me let you in
on a little secret, Flash.

The rooms for disabled guests
have larger entryways,

bigger bathtubs,
and other amenities.

Insiders call it
the Presidential Suite...

[ Handcuffs rattle ]
...which you --

Holy shit.

Don't overreact,
Flash.

This is classified, FBI,

you know...protocol.

Are they --
Are they dangerous?

To me, no.

To you, yeah.

Just look what they did
to that idiot.

**

Don't worry, Flash.

As long as I'm here,
the franchise is safe.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

What's happening?

We got a flooded road
up ahead

and a fallen tree
about a mile back.

It could be a while.
Do you have food?

We need
to get through here.

No can do.

Please pull up and park
like everyone else is doing.

Why can't
we just go back?

Tree fell down.

We just came from that way.
We didn't see any tree.

Since then.
[ Window whirs ]

Oh.

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

[ Keys jingle ]

Why is it impossible
to turn on TVs in hotels?

Because drinking
makes you bad at things?

Sometimes it makes me
good at things.

Spoken like
a true alcoholic.

Yeah.
You don't drink?

Never had a drop.

Is there any way
I can get a martini?

You're joking, right?

I never joke
about drinking.

**

Help me, Rhonda.

This is our last night
of freedom.

Don't we get
a last meal?

You're not being executed.

It feels like we are.

Good.

What would you want?

Vodka.

[ Laughs ]
Me, too.

Me three.

We're stuck
for the night.

They're in handcuffs.

What's the harm
in a couple martinis?

**

[ Sniffs ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

**

One martini each.

Oh, my God.

Agent Lashever:
Don't swear.

Just go out
to the Sprinter

and get the stuff
from the bar.

What stuff?

Have you never had
a martini?

He doesn't drink.

Are you serious?

I don't drink.
That's a good thing.

Take Ms. Raines with you.

She's an alcoholic.
She'll know what to get.

I'll watch Javier
while you're gone,

but I want to take a bath,
so make it quick.

Christian,
you're on ice.

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

**

[ Grunts ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

**

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

If you'd run,
I would've shot you.

What am I getting,
again?

Vodka.
[ Bottles clinking ]

Vermouth,
the dry kind.

Wait,
one thing at a time.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Piano music playing
over television ]

[ Softly ] Hey.

Hey.

The keys to the handcuffs

are on
the backup guy's belt.

And?

And maybe
you can get them.

And go to prison
with you?

I'm just thinking
about Letty.

Oh, really?

At what point did you start
thinking about Letty?

What do you mean?

[ Whispering ]
I mean...

nothing gets past her.

So how is it that
a savvy woman like Letty

got dragged
into your bullshit,

with your
chosen profession?

If you really love
someone,

let them go, right?

I tried.

Maybe you should've
just done it.

Look.

I know I'm going to prison
for the rest of my life,

but if Letty
goes back in,

I don't know
if she will be okay.

So can you talk
to your girlfriend

and convince her
to let her go?

It doesn't work
that way, dude.

She may be
a little crazy,

but she's still
an FBI agent.

She can't just take a person
into federal custody

and then let 'em go.

There are laws.

But I did try.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Agent Lashever:
Set all this up in my room.

The handicapped sink
doubles as a wet bar.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Cocktail shaker rattles ]

Whoo, look at you.

Tom Cruise
in "Cocktail."

Could you unwrap
those cups?
Hmm.

Tom Cruise wouldn't
have asked his customers

to do any of the work.

If you uncuff me,
I can unwrap them.

[ Chuckles ]

That's very clever,
Ms. Raines.

Every time you say
"Mrs. Raines,"

it's like my ears
are being raped.

Ms. Raines.

Remind you
of getting drug tested?

We have
a one-drink maximum

here at Lashever's
Liquor Emporium.

That goes for you, too,
Agent Backup.

Agent Backup: I'm sorry,
but I'm not drinking.

**

Most favorite
and least favorite prison?

Only a person who's
never been to prison

would ask that.

Jesus, Rhonda.

It's not a time out,
it's prison.

People lose
everything.

You don't think
I get that?

Actions have
consequences.

She's had too many
slaps on the wrist.

Time to up
the dosage.

Federal prison
will be good for you.

You'll come out better.

I never
come out better.

I've only
been better since...

If I go back to prison,
I'll never really be good.

I'll only ever
be managed.

[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Thunder crashes ]
Oh, my God!
Holy shit!

[ Laughs ]
[ Panting ]

**

[ Thunder crashes ]
Oh, fuck me!

[ Laughs ]

[ Glass shatters ]
Ah!

-[ Grunts ]
-Whoa!

[ Wind whistling ]

**

[ Electricity buzzing ]

**

What the hell is that?

I think it's a sign.

[ Sign buzzes ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

It is.

At least we have
another room.

But it's not
a presidential suite.

I think we'll survive.

He might not.

[ Thunder rumbles, crashes ]

[ Inhales sharply ]

Backup!

Say something.

**

He needs a drink.

Shit, he's like Cameron
in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off."

Drink.
That's a direct order.

[ Forcefully ]
Can you take another sip?

This is why I never wanted
to be a mother.

Come on.

Drink up.

Hey, do you want
to play a game?

It's a fun drinking game.
Come on.

No.

Ooh!
He speaks.

Keep going.
Make him play.

* Let's get
the rhythm of the feet *

* Let's get the rhythm of

I have
my pilot's license.

I'm an amazing cook.

My middle name
is Diego.

Which one is the lie?

You don't have
your pilot's license.

Yes, he does.

So now you drink.

**

* Hunh, smooth talker

Can I ask
you something?

* I'm a lover
No.

* No disrespect, man
I was born in Charlotte.

I am not circumcised.

My name is Stewart.

* I'm on the level
Stewart.

* Ghost walker

* Like the devil
* Hunh

* Headbanger, go-getter

How do you afford
that tricked-out ride
on your FBI salary?

You don't know
what I make.

I know
it's a government job.

You know how much money

we confiscate every year
from criminals like you?

But you don't get
to keep it.

No.

All it does is collect dust
in sad closets.

* Hunh, two sisters
Sad.

Most people spend all
their money on children.

I spend it
on luxury vans.

* Like my mother

I am an amazing
fisherman.

I am an amazing
handyman.

I am an amazing
hit man.

You're not
an amazing fisherman.

I am an amazing
fisherman.

-Ohh!
-Yep.

-Drink.
-Drink.

Agent Lashever: If the FBI
were a private corporation,

the agent who takes down
a criminal,

agent responsible
for a raid

would get
a piece of the pie.

So just go take some.

No wonder
you always get caught.

Actually,
I almost never get caught.

I stole $11,000
at that hotel yesterday.

That's not even why
I'm wearing these.

You did not.

I totally did.

* No disrespect, man

I'd be mad,
but I've already got you.

And it's not like I'm gonna
get any of the money.

* Ghost walker

In Mexico, the cops get
to keep the money --

Isn't that right,
Javier?

I'm from Argentina.

Nerd alert.

Christian: My turn.

I used to be
a parole officer.

I was a professor.

I'm an actor
on "NCIS."

[ Snorts ]

Agent Backup:
You were definitely

never a parole officer.

-Yes, I was.
-He was mine.

* Let's get
the rhythm of the head *

Drink.
[ Sighs ]

* Let's get
the rhythm of the *

[ Police radio chatter ]

Javier can't
be tha bad.

I got a guy in my family
who kills people.

He doesn't
get paid for it.

Who is this guy?

His name is Clark,
but he calls himself Gerald,

and he does it because there's
a man that lives in his leg

that tells him to.

But my point is,
Javier isn't like that.

In -- In fact,

I've never met
a less-disappointing person

in my life.

That's not
a great argument, Rob.

Maybe you could
write a statement --

like a recommendation
to the judge

or whoever does
their sentencing

and explain who Letty
and Javier really are.

It's too late.

You could
at least try.

At least try
for Letty.

She was
an innocent bystander.

**

That's your daughter.

I'm going to sleep.

**

[ Car door closes ]

[ Radio chatter continues ]

[ Sobbing ]

**

[ Rain echoing on roof ]

[ Rain continues ]

[ Soft rattle ]

[ Soft click ]

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

Go.

No.

Go now.

[ Agent Backup grunts ]

Jacob.

Go.

[ Exhales ]

[ Knocking on door ]

**

Ms. Raines?
Oh, shit.

Stop!

**

[ Handcuffs clicking ]

Uh, so sorry
to bother you,

but the storm caused a sign
to crash through the window

in your other room.

We know, Flash.

Very, very sorry.

We'll be fixing it all
up as soon as we can
get a crew up here.

I just got word
the road is opening up,

so it shouldn't
be too long,

but if it's not
too much trouble,

I can move you
to a different set

of adjoining rooms
on the first floor,

uh, right away.

The road
is opening back up?
Yeah.

That's the information
you start with.

Pack up.
We're leaving.

**

[ Buzz, elevator powering down ]

[ Sighs ]
Jesus Christ.

[ Telephone clanks ]

Flash?

It's me.

You've got two FBI agents,
two criminals,

and an ex-parole officer
stuck in an elevator.

No, this is not
the beginning of a joke.

This is your hero moment,
Flash.

[ Receiver bangs ]

Maybe it's meant to be.

Give it a rest, Letty.

You called me Letty.

Give it a rest,
Ms. Raines.

I'm not letting you go.

I'm just saying, it's,
what, 2:00 in the morning?

If we drive back now,
we get to Asheville
in a couple of hours.

Who's gonna be
at your office

at 4:00 A.M.
to see you bring us in?

There's no glory
in that.

If we can sleep here,
at least you get

to parade us in
at a normal hour.

Plus, we get to have the
cinnamon rolls in the morning.

I am back on sugar.

[ Groans ]

What's your problem?

If the roads are open,
we need to go.

When the power comes back on,
we're obviously leaving.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't realize

making unilateral decisions
was part of the job description

in the promotion
you just gave yourself.

Wait, what?

Ms. Raines makes
a compelling argument.

Ms. Raines, have you ever
unraveled a cinnamon roll

and eaten it like
a Fruit by the Foot?

Every time.

Agent Backup:
You've got to be kidding me.

We're not rushing
a contract killer to prison

because a con woman
just talked you

into eating frosting
for breakfast?

I'm calling
your superior.

You're not
calling anybody.

Hey!

I am your superior.

You're a joke!

I know it,

everyone at the office
knows it,

and I think
even you know it.

Your entire career's
been a silly string

of low-level bullshit
and high-level failures.

You only go after
the medium-level
criminal element

because that's the only way
to set yourself up for a win,

and even then, you can't
get it right on the first try.

You have an ego the size
of your fucking car,

but not a single stat
to back it up.

I'm not even sure you care
about justice at all,

just a government badge
that allows you to be
a professional asshole.

Listen to me.

I am your superior.

In title only.

When I've put as many years
into the Bureau as you have,

I'll be tearing down
real criminal organizations,

and I'll actually
get a budget to do it.

I won't chase
my little obsessions

between masturbation breaks
at the cheap desk

in my windowless office --

[ Gasps ]

That was for every millennial
asshole in your office

who has no respect
for his esteemed superiors!

**

**

[ Buzz, elevator starting up ]

[ Elevator beeps, dings ]

You guys okay?

I'm so sorry about...

We'll take those
two new rooms, Flash.

[ Sighs ]

[ Rain echoing on roof ]

Maybe this is better --

To be in prison
instead of being killed

by whoever
wants me dead.

You won't survive in prison,
either.

No?

You're too pretty --

pretty eyes, pretty mouth,
perfect chin.

The best head of hair
I've seen on a man over 30.

I'm sorry I kidnapped you.

[ Voice breaking ]
I'm glad you did.

Will you survive?

Like you said,
I'm not a magician.

Agent Lashever!

What are you doing?

Hey, Agent Lashever!

[ Grunts ]

**

What are you doing?

How may I
fucking help you?

Let her go.
She didn't do anything.

She held a gun on me,

and I work for
the government of America.

I will give you
a written confession

of every murder
I've committed,

every -- every job
I've done.

Stop.
No, you won't.

I'll tell you
who hired me,

who helped me dispose
of the bodies,

everything.

Seriously?

Only if you
let her go.

[ Sighs ]

He's bullshitting you.
Don't listen to him.

I will give you
everything.

Epically romantic
gesture there.

Got to hand it to you.

Not gonna happen.

I know what
this is about.
What?

You want to screw me over
because I screwed you over.

The first time you planned
a sting on Javier,

you think it went sideways
because of me.

I do think that.

You're right.

Another reason
to not let you go.

We settled, then?

No, you shouldn't
let us go,

but you shouldn't
bring us in, either.

Ha, much as we like the H.I.E.,
Ms. Raines,

we can't stay forever.

What you really want
is revenge on the FBI.

It's easy to get
revenge on us --

We're criminals.

You have the handcuffs,
you have power,

but you don't
hate us.

Yes, I do.
No, you don't.

You don't have
to admit it,

but you actually
kind of like us.

This is some real
circular bullshit.

No wonder you've
come so far in life.

Not as far
as you have.

But you thought you'd come
further, though, right?

[ Softly ] Letty,
what are you doing?

Letty: Who you really hate
is the FBI.

They've kept you down,

they've managed you,
made fun of you.

Why are you trying so hard
to impress them?

**

You need to drag
them down instead.

**

What are
you proposing?

You told me about all those
money raids you do, right,

and how all that cash
just ends up in sad closets

and how you should get
a piece of it.

Please don't try
to sell me

on how you can "Ocean's Eleven"
your way into --

No, no, no, no.
You raid that money
before the FBI does.

Then those assholes will
be shamed and humiliated

when the cash
isn't there.

Plus, you won't just
get a piece of it --

You'll get all of it.

And you know what
the best part is?

What's the best part?

You don't have
to lift a finger.

We'll do all the work
for you.

**

You just tell us
where and when.

If only we didn't have
the little problem

of Training Wheels
over there.

**

Actually, I had
some thoughts about that.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Gasping ]

What the hell?!

You screwed up,
buddy.

[ Breathing heavily ]

What...?

Am I --

They escaped,

due to your unbelievable
incompetence.

I don't understand.

Criminal man and criminal lady
in restraints,

now not in restraints.

You in restraints.
You bad at job.

Your boyfriend
punched me out.
Oh, no, he didn't.

You got
black-out drunk

because you can't deal
with bad weather.

**

I never drank
a whole bottle of tequila.

'Fraid you did,
while on the clock,

which is how
they got away.

This isn't real.

Oh, this is very real.

I'll let
the home office know,

and hopefully
someone can come get you

before
housekeeping arrives.

Well, why can't you
just take me back?

Because our escapees took the
keys to the handcuffs with them.

Smart move
on their part.

Also...

I don't want
the stench of your failure

funking up my Sprinter.

It's impossible to get failure
out of upholstery.

Who's the joke now,
asshole?

* Whoo
[ Gun cocks ]

**

* Whoo
[ Gun cocks ]

* My ladies who got
their own cash *

* Know how to swing
their hips fast *

* Back and forth to the beat,
don't sleep, girl *

* Show 'em
how you work that ass *

* My fellas who keep
that shit on lock *

* And know how to keep
their lady rocked *

* Fuck a two-step,
we break sweats *

* Because we're so damn hot

* Something bigger for you

* Buying that shit
they sell in stores *

* I rocks like robs quick

* Double time
when I test my shine *

* But I stay fly

* Click, click, click,
I see you creepin' *

* Just so you know,
oh, I ain't sleepin' *

* Fake witches,
liftin' bitches *

* Rob my style,
I see you shiftin' *

* M-T-V-T-R-L tease

* Glorified video ho,
bitch, please *

* My chicks run shit
at the club, get ripped *

* My daddy stay low
on the floor like this *

* My ladies who got
their own cash *

* Know how to swing
their hips fast *

* Back and forth to the beat,
don't sleep, girl *

* Show 'em
how you work that ass *

* My fellas who keep
that shit on lock *

* And know how to keep
their lady rocked *

* Fuck a two-step,
we break sweats *

* Because we're so damn

* Whoo-ooo-ooh

* Whoo-ooo-ooh

[ Birds chirping ]

* Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

* Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

[ Van door opens ]

* Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

* Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

[ Window whirs ]

* Ooh-ooh-ooh

You good
with the plan?

If I have any questions,
I'll call you.

But if you
skip out on me,

I will find you,
and I will destroy you.

I know.

* Love, I'm just a shadow now

Bye, Letty.

Bye, Christian.

Love you.

Love you.

[ Window whirs ]

* Ohhhh

* Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

* Dark in the night

* Dark in the day

* The messages won't go away

* Love, you left me madness

Holy shit.

* Turn me to a monster now

Hey!

Hey.

How'd you get away?

If I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.

What about Javier?

He wasn't so lucky.

* Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh

Well, I don't care
what anyone says

or what laws he broke.

Javier's awesome.

He is.

Hey, well,
at least you're free.

Your mom feels
like so much shit

about what happened.

She's gonna be so glad
you're here.

I'm not here to see her.

I just need my car.

Do you have the key?

Oh, yeah.

I grabbed your bag.

It's still in the back.

Thanks, Rob.

L-Letty, I'm -- I'm serious
about Estelle.

This is weighing harder on her
than she'll even admit.

Can I get her?

Fine, go get her.

Estelle!

Estelle!

**

* Let the light in

* Love, I feel you near me

* Love is no more shadow now
[ Engine starts ]

* Love, I feel you near me

* Love is no more shadow now

* Let the light in
* Love, I feel you near me

* Love is no more monster now

[ Ringing ]

Hello?

Ava: [ Through cellphone ]
Jav.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Window whirs ]

I think you are
a magician.

* Yayo, yayo

* Moo-la-lah

* Yayo
[ Car door opens ]

* Bitch better have my money

* Y'all should know me
well enough *

* Bitch better have my money

* Please don't call me
on my bluff *

* Pay me what you owe me

* Ballin' bigger than LeBron

* Bitch, give me your money

* Who y'all think
y'all frontin' on? *

* Like brap, brap, brap

* Bitch better have my money

**

**