All language subtitles for Duster S01E03 - Meet by the Clothes (Awafim.tv)

[woman gasping, breathing heavily]

You answer this correctly, I let you live.

What... what does this have to do with me?

I'm asking the questions,
and I'm the one holding the fucking knife.

- Okay. Okay.
- So I'm looking for an answer.

- Okay.
- That's got to be the right one.

Let's just slow down.

- There is no slow.
- All right. Let's just talk about this.

I'll count down. You ready? Three.

Three.

- No, no, no, wait, wait.
- Two.

- Hold on. Hold on.
- One!

[opening theme music playing]

Oh, I'm sorry, just finishing up.

Ah, it's all right. No rush.

I shouldn't say anything,

but it just means so much,
you being an agent.

I even told my dad about you.

- Nina.
- Kelly.

Oh, uh...

Someone on four was going
to throw this little guy away.

Take it. A desk warming gift.

My dad says a cactus is like life.

Prickly and sometimes painful,
but beautiful.

Thank you.

[both chuckle]

Nice cactus.

I told you I like em'.

[sighs]

What's going on?

Nothing. I'm good. Hey, Max called.

He's got the forensics report
on Joey's van.

- No kidding.
- Yeah.

Let's go.

["Hard to Handle" playing]

Baby, here I am, I'm a man on the scene

I can give you what you want
But you got to go home with me

I've got some good ol' lovin'

And I got some in store...

Patient named Wesson Groomes
is on this wing. Police officer.

Patient information is confidential.

Then just give it to me confidentially.

[chuckles softly]

He's still in a coma.

We've given him four units of blood.

Between us, it's not looking good.

Darling, you just made my day.

["Hard to Handle" continues]

[woman] Jim?

Iz, what are you doing here?

Um, meeting David for breakfast.

- Oh, shit. You're David.
- David Callahan.

Jim Ellis.

Hey, you want to join us?

It's build your own omelette day
in the cafeteria.

Damn, that sounds good, but I'm late.

What are you doing here?

Just checking on someone.
You know, maybe I will have that omelette.

- Kidding.
- [both chuckle]

You're welcome to join us.

I gotta go, but thank you.

- Good to meet you.
- Good to meet you too, man.

[Nina] C-4. I knew it.

[man] Industrial grade.

So why would a police report
contradict forensic evidence?

[man] Well, it could have been an error.

Phoenix PD is not exactly
an intellectual haven.

[Nina] No way this was an accident.

No, this was deliberate.

Hey, kiddo.
I know it's not my place to say,

but do yourself a favor
and let this one go.

Excuse me?

The Saxton investigation. Drop it.

Look, I get it.
It's a new day with Hoover gone.

That man was a motherfucker.
And good riddance.

Giving people like you
a chance in the Bureau, I'm all for it.

But?

No one's been able to crack this case.

The agent before you, Breen,
went off the deep end trying.

Kid, I'm telling you,

you got to drop this case
or you're gonna fail hard.

Because people like you only get one shot.

[Jim] They're expecting me at work,
so let's make this quick.

You know, you can be pissed off
that we're working together

or you can be grateful
that you're not in prison.

That why you called?
To give me those options?

I need to know who Saxton is meeting with,
who he's making deals with.

If he's going somewhere,
I need you to take him

and get whatever info you can
on who he's meeting and why.

Baltimore, I drive for Sax,
but I'm not his driver.

If that's what you want, Norman's the guy
you should've extorted, not me.

Extorted?

I'm helping you find out
what happened to your brother.

Bullshit!

You showed me some fuzzy video of the van
blowing up, which doesn't prove a thing.

Why would industrial-grade C-4
be on the bottom of that van

if Joey died in a propane explosion?

I'll say it again,
someone wanted your brother dead.

Joey was a target,

just like my father.

Still doesn't prove Sax did it.

Doesn't prove he didn't.

So, I get you more dirt on Sax,
you get me more dirt on Joey?

Without me, you'll never get to the truth.

Whatever you say, Baltimore.

[exhales]

What are you doing looking into the death
of Jim Ellis's brother?

I need to motivate my CI
and found something that might do that.

Why do you have a problem with this?

Because the ASAC is afraid

you're going down the wrong path here
and not making enough progress.

Agent Abbott.

- Can I call you Nathan?
- No.

Agent Abbott, I am making progress.

Jim Ellis is tight in Saxton's world.

He seems like a decent guy,
but he's going to take some work.

Work that I am here to do.

You are being willfully dense.

You're relying too much on Ellis
and assuming he's trustworthy.

- He's already signed--
- And he's never gonna turn.

I thought you supported this.

Braddock thinks he won't turn.

And he convinced me.
Just target someone else.

[Nina] What about Agent Breen?

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Braddock explicitly ordered you
to stay away from Breen.

But, sir, there's nuance to this case
that Braddock doesn't see

that I can tell you do.

I'm beginning to think
you're a psychopath.

Can I call you Nathan?

- Oh, you're fucking relentless.
- Okay.

Nathan, forget Jim Ellis,
you may be right about him,

but why are all of Breen's files missing?

If he asked for the Joe Ellis
police report to be changed, why?

And how come there's no progress
in the Saxton case?

You're suggesting what?

I think it could be a conspiracy.

Sir, I really think
I should talk to Breen.

No, request denied.

I can't trust my CI,

and nobody in this office
wants me to solve this case.

[Nina's mom] I had that
same feeling when daddy died.

Felt like everybody was telling me
to forget it and move on.

Like I was crazy just for giving a damn.

But we're not crazy.

No, the world is.

"Everything on Earth is beautiful
except what we ourselves think

and do when we forget
the higher purposes of life."

You and your Chekhov.

Higher purpose, baby girl.

I forgot to tell you,
Vanya hasn't been eating.

I don't know what to do. Tried everything.

Mama, I gotta go.

I have an idea,
but you're not gonna like it.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What happened to,

"If we're gonna work together,
I need to know what's what, no BS"?

Our conversation got to me.

What conversation?

About being partners.

I was in the bath last night
thinking about it.

I take baths.

That's... okay. Okay.

I've been here a couple of years,

and as frustrating as it's been for me
not being sent out to the field,

the truth is, it was safer.

And then what Max said earlier,
people like us only get one shot, Nina.

We're in the same boat.

I've got your back. You've got mine.

I know.

So I've been reading about Leland Breen.
What did you know about him?

We never worked together.

Other agents seemed to dig him, though,

- until he got weird.
- Weird how?

He started going MIA.

One day, he showed up in a T-shirt
and shorts, acting angry and confused,

and the ASAC lost it,
dismissed him on the spot.

That's when he was committed
to the crazy house.

Kirkbridge Sanitarium, 30 minutes away.

You talking about how far away it is,
that's not good.

I hate to admit it,
but Abbott might be right about Jim Ellis.

We can't just sit back and rely on him
to break this case for us.

Look. Leland Breen was
a Logistics and Reasoning Professor

at George Washington University.

He was recruited to the FBI in '53
after the Korean War.

There's nothing in this file
that would suggest he'd go off the rails.

And the office refuses
to let me talk to him.

So you wanna go to Kirkbridge,
even though Abbott warned you not to?

You're not wrong.

You are being tested here. I am, too.

We're like guinea pigs.

We are, aren't we?

[sighs] So you coming with me or not?

Yes, I am.

["I Need Help
(I Can't Do It Alone)" playing]

Right on.

I need help, hey

I can't do it alone, no

I need help, hey

Can't do it alone

- Norman!
- Jimmy!

Right on.

How can I feel it

When I'm doing it wrong, hey

Oh! That's so good.

[chuckles]

For Jacknife, Sweet Pete, and Mayhem Fred.

Make sure Jacknife knows
no more deliveries until September.

How come you fuckin' do that?

That shit absorbs, causes ink poisoning.

[Jim] No such thing
as fuckin' ink poisoning.

You're thinkin' lead poisoning.
That's pencils, idiot.

Well, I'm not the dumb fuck running around
with scribbles on his hands.

What's with the hat?

It's like Eastwood's
in The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

[chuckles] Yeah, without the "Good."

- Ooh!
- What's Sax got today?

Since when do you ask
about the boss man's schedule?

Loosen your panties, Billy Boy.
Just curious.

He's got a meeting in Tucson,
Curious Fuckin' George.

Scram!

[man 1] While I appreciate your
professional association,

Leland Breen is in no condition
for a formal meeting.

We just have a few questions for him.

Concerning the last case he was on.

Any interference to a patient's routine
can result in a setback to his treatment.

What exactly is he being treated for?

Ma'am, Kirkbridge cares for its patients
with the utmost respect for their privacy.

- You may be here on official business...
- [man 2] Yeah, I was called away--

So you left juice all over the floor?

Clean that up now,
or you're finding another job

- to fail at.
- Yes, sir.

I am sick and tired of babysitting you.

[man 2] On top of that, you disappear
for 20 minutes at a time

and no one knows where the hell you are.

[man 1] Are we clear, Agent Hayes?

Yes. You can't help us. Understood?

Now, if you'll excuse me.

[Jim] Is that David guy
treating your mom okay?

[Luna] Yeah, he's nice.

Good.

- You got that vein again.
- What vein?

[Luna] On your forehead,
the one you get when there's trouble.

There ain't no trouble.

Are you worried about David?

Him? Hell no. [scoffs]

You're worried about something.

There's this man I work for.

Somebody I trusted for a long time.

I found out maybe he's been lying to me
about something bad he might have done.

I hate when people lie.

Remember that girl from camp? Betsy?
The one with the pigtails?

Mmm. The one you said was mean.

She is mean.

You know that Mystic Squadron comic book
you got me? Number eight?

- Yeah, a few weeks ago at... Mmm.
- Kelvin's Komics?

Yeah, so I brought it to camp
to read it at lunch,

but when I got home, the comic was gone.

You think she took it?

Not at first, but the next day
Betsy showed up with the whole series.

But issue eight was mine.

I could tell by how the back page
was folded down.

We can't let her get away with that.

We gotta do something.
Fight fire with fire.

Is that what you're gonna do?
Fight fire with fire?

[chuckles]

["Luck Be a Lady" playing]

They call you lady luck

But there is room for doubt

At times you have
A very unladylike way of running out

You might forget your manners

You might refuse to stay

And so the best that I can do

[Wade] Oh, boy.

Is pray

[laughs]

Luck be a lady tonight

[music continues over stereo]

[Wade and Charlotte laughing]

Oh! Stop it! Oh! Oh!

I knew he'd be back.

What the hell is this?
Is she performing for you?

- You interrupted the matinee!
- Oh!

- [music stops]
- Show's over!

No, Charlotte...

Because your jackass son
won't call in advance.

Sweetheart... Charlotte...

One phone call.

That's all I ask for.

[sighs] Pops, listen.

Back in the day, if you needed C-4,
where'd you go?

C-4?

Every time you show up,
it's some horrible shit.

You haven't gone all Weather Underground
on me, have ya?

Some fucked-up Marxist kick?

It ain't for me. I'm just asking.
C-4. Industrial grade.

There's only one supplier.
Her name is Paris Gilford.

Paris Gilford. Never heard of her.

Well, she don't have a fuckin' neon sign.

If someone knows her,
it's because they need to.

She still around? You got her number?

Kid, you know what this means, don't you?

I get to use my Rolodex.

[laughs]

The war stories in this thing.
Frankie the Saw,

Tony Two Toes.

Guys you could call in a pinch,
and believe me, I was in some pinches.

Don't let Charlotte hear you talking
like you miss this shit.

Well, she already knows, that's why
she hates it when you come around.

Reminds her of who I really am deep down.

Does Charlotte...

perform for you a lot?

Every Wednesday, twice on Sunday.

I'm sorry I asked.

First, you're gonna tell me
what this is all about.

I got some new info on Joey.
Don't know how real it is.

What'd you hear?

That C-4 was the cause of the blast?
That it was a hit?

- Pops.
- Who told you that?

That fed?

You know, I haven't been able to sleep

through one night
since we buried that boy.

And I used to be a hell of a sleeper.
In the service, they called me Dead Man.

Mortar fire would be screaming
over our foxholes and I'd be...

[mimics snoring] ...lights out.

But since Joey,

I ain't been able to go
two hours straight.

I never thought it was an accident,

what happened to your brother.

What are you saying?

Something about it just didn't sit right.

Fuckin' propane. Explosion that big.

[mimicking explosion]

Nah.

But C-4?

Maybe.

Who do you think did it?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Two things.

You keep that fed away from Sax.

She may be playing you to get to him,
and he's family.

We protect family.

What's the other one.

When you find out who took my Joey,
you kill the son of a bitch.

That guy, that's our way in.

How much money you got on you?

[Awan] Mmm...

Not much. $11.

Really?

I don't really carry cash.

No, I'm talking about the wallet.

What are you, five?

What, you have
a paper route, too? [chuckles]

[laughs]

Look, you're an FBI Agent.

I'll be your partner.
Your fellow guinea pig.

I'll follow you to the depths of danger.

I'll risk my ass, my job
and my reputation to solve this case.

But I will not have you disparage
the son of Krypton.

He is the beacon
of righteousness and decency.

When I'm unsure of myself,
I ask, "What would Clark Kent do?"

If I have to draw the line anywhere, Nina,

it's you talking shit about Superman.

Are we clear?

Respect.

Hey, brother. How you doing?

Well, I woke up this morning,
so I can't complain.

And I won't even ask,
because I see you fine as wine.

[both chuckle]

Well, my day would be a lot better
if I could go see an old friend of mine.

- A man named Leland Breen.
- Mmm.

The professor. Yeah, he a wild one.

I was wondering if you could help get me.

[man chuckles]

What, you think I'm Boo Boo the Fool?

I've seen you here before.
What are you, pigs?

I saw you, too.

I saw enough to know that
they don't appreciate you around here.

Mmm. Got that right.

What they don't know won't hurt them.

Just a quick talk and then I'm gone.

Bread is bread.

You didn't say you were
bringing your boyfriend.

- He's not my boyfriend.
- I'm not her boyfriend.

Shit. I'm just fucking with you.
Padded rooms, this way.

[Billy on radio] Dusty Clutch. Copy?

Yeah, I copy.

Still wearing that Bad and Ugly hat?

Need you at the boss man's house.
Fuckin' limo is overheating.

So you're taking Sax to his meeting.

Really? Limo? Huh.

On my way.

[Saxton] Rise and shine, boy.

- What time is it?
- Get your ass up o'clock.

You've been asleep half the day.

The only way that new ticker
is gonna stick is if you get up and move.

- [groans] I was resting my eyes.
- Eat and exercise. Doctor's orders.

I had Marcy fix you up
some steak and potatoes.

And later on, you can take a walk.

I'll see you in a few hours.

[whimpering]

What's the matter?

You had her made steak.

- For me?
- Yeah, so?

That's my favorite.

The doctor said
you may have emotional swings, but, God,

it's just meat.

[sobbing]

That's so thoughtful.

Thank you, Pops. Thank you.

- Okay. Shit.
- I love steak.

- [continues sobbing]
- Oh, God damn it!

["Jungle Fever" playing]

Ay, ay qué fiebre, ay

No, no, no, ay, ay

Okay. Get some uniforms on or you won't
get ten feet without being stopped.

Stay away from the doors on the north,
'cause we have security on every level.

Breen's room is in the east wing.

- Special cases.
- What do you mean?

VIP section. Electro-shock,
Metrazol, best on the menu.

That does not sound fun.

[man] It's grim shit.

His room is at the end of the hall, 113.

I gotta get back to my shift.

Hey, thank you.

Give me a holler sometime.
I got some cash to burn.

[chuckles] Right on.

I don't know if I can do this.

What would Clark Kent do?

["Foxy Lady" playing]

Foxy

Foxy

Foxy

You know you're a cute little heartbreaker

Foxy, yeah

And you know
You're a sweet little lovemaker

Foxy

I want to take you home, yeah

I won't do you no harm, no

You've got to be all mine, all mine

Ooh, foxy lady

Yeah

[Saxton] I remember
when Joey bought this car.

You keep it nice.

These his?

Yeah.

Why did you enlist in that shit show?

Couldn't let Joey go to 'Nam alone.

I never said it,
but watching you boys head off to war,

I was grateful that Royce
was 4-F and couldn't go.

Royce was better off.

There's something going on with him.

He's going through a lot.

That heart saved Royce's life.

I think it changed him a little too.

I never talk about personal things

with anyone...

I got that from my grandpappy.

Keep your shit to yourself.

I won't say a word.

I know.

You're one of the few people
in this world I can trust.

[tense music playing]

[Nina] End of the hall.

Got 'em? Yes.

I'll keep look out.

Okay.

[woman speaking indistinctly, sobbing]

[woman screaming]

[muttering indistinctly]

Washington.

Mr. Breen.

Washington is as much a president
as he is a state or a school.

Vast as the ocean.

There are four oceans and seven seas,

but that... that number
is not as lucky as it seems.

- [Awan] Uh, doctor?
- Yes?

Excuse me. Do you have a question?

Yes. I was curious if...

Mr. Edwards had his
convulsive treatment today.

Excuse me?
That should be no concern of yours.

Yes, sir. That's true, but I'm putting
myself through medical school,

so I find myself reading patient charts.

I aspire to follow in your footsteps.

I'm a real admirer of your work...

Dr. Banes.

Uh, Leland, my name is Nina Hayes.

I have a few questions for you
if that would be all right?

Who are you?

- I work for the Bureau.
- [chuckles]

Liar. Look at you. You're a nurse.

And nurses have purses,
and their curses end up in hearses.

It was the only way
that I could get to you.

I wanted to ask you about the Saxton case.

[paper rustling]

Who are you?

I'm new to Kirkbridge.

Recently transferred
from another hospital.

- Which?
- Willowbrook in New York.

I know where Willowbrook is.

Yeah, I just thought
you might wanna confirm that

Mr. Edwards was properly treated.

[alarm beeps]

[woman on PA] Code Green.
West Wing day room.

Just get back to your job.

- [Leland] Saxton.
- Uh...

Killer!

- What. No, no. I...
- Liar!

Oh, no, no. Leland, I only wanna...

[grunting]

[Nina coughs and groans]

- What happened?
- Oh. We gotta go after him.

What's the meeting?

Let's just say it's got
global implications.

If I'm longer than 30,
that means the meeting was a bust.

I'll be here either way.

[tense music playing]

We were surprise to be contact so quick.

But when your friend, Xavier,
says how much money he will pay,

- we set meeting fast.
- [all laughing]

[all speaking Russian]

[chattering indistinctly]

- You go that way.
- Okay.

- [woman screams]
- [gasps]

- Twenty-seven minutes.
- What'd I say?

[chuckles]

[Saxton] We need some music in here.

[music playing on stereo]

[laughs] This is a good one.

[laughing]

You know, music's a powerful thing.

Sometimes there's a song that just
looks into your soul and haunts you.

Hell, yeah. What song haunts you?

I'm an old man. I have a few.

But one that gets me every time is,

"You're No Good".

I don't know.
There's just something about it.

It's like it...
it speaks to me in a way I can't explain.

- You got a song like that?
- [chuckles]

- "I Only Have Eyes For You".
- [laughs]

- The Flamingos!
- First time I heard it. Music starts,

shoo-bop, shoo-bop.

Oh, yeah. That shoo-bop, shoo-bop,
that's magic.

- Magic. Doesn't get better.
- [laughs]

You're goddamn right.

[humming]

- So the meeting went well, huh?
- Oh, aces.

Whew. Now that you mention it,
I need a celebratory drink.

Let's go to Duncan's Layaway
in Casa Grande. [laughs]

I know you're partial to Sweetwater.

They ain't got the good whiskey
like old Duncan's here.

You go in and order us a couple.
I'll be right in.

["Workin' Man's Blues" playing]

Well, I keep my nose to the grindstone
I work hard every day

I might get a little tired on the weekend
After I draw my pay

But I'll go back workin'

Come Monday mornin'
I'm right back with the crew

I'll drink a little beer that evening

Sing a little bit of these
Working man blues

Two whiskeys. Neat.

- Oh, you double-fisting it tonight?
- Just make it quick.

Sometimes I think about leaving
Do a little bummin' around

I wanna throw my bills out the window
Catch a train to another town

But I go back a-working

I gotta buy my kids
a brand new pair of shoes

I drink a little beer in a tavern

Cry a little bit of these
Working man blues

My daddy was a barber.

A generation removed from his daddy,
picking cotton in Tennessee.

And somehow, here I am.

Not serving drinks, not cleaning floors.

I own my own goddamn company.

I'm telling you, this deal happens,
we'll leave 'em all in the dust.

Greek Sal, the Vegas
and East Coast families.

We'll have the same,

do-whatever-the-fuck-we-want clout
the Kennedys got.

But shit's gotta go smooth.

I'm gonna use an interpreter next time.

These people, where are they from?

Fucking Russia.

There's this Russian antiques importer
out of Flagstaff.

I've used him before.
Should've used him today.

But they said they could speak English.

Barely. Only understood every third word.

- You sure the meeting went well?
- [scoffs and chuckles]

To shit going smooth.

A-fuckin-men.

I wish Joey was still here.

He was your blood, but...

I loved that boy like he was my own.

Even had thoughts about
grooming him to be my number two.

- No kidding.
- Yeah.

He was something special, your brother.

Tough as hell, razor sharp.

- Could sell anybody anything.
- [chuckles]

This time to family.

To Joey.

- To Joey.
- [glasses clink]

Gonna hit the head.

Handle your business.

[toilet flushes]

He didn't fucking do it.

Baltimore, wasn't him.

Two more whiskeys, neat.

You must be lost, boy.

[chuckles]

Something funny?

Yeah.

See, I'm accustomed
to being addressed as "sir".

Fought for it. Earned it.

And I demand it.

Especially from trash like you.

Walk your Black ass outta here
before you're carried out.

I don't think so.

I'm staying.

Your kind ain't welcome here.

Get that through your thick skull,

you stupid fucking ni--

[man 1] Whoa! Whoa!

- Oh, you're gonna regret that.
- [man 2] Get that motherfucker.

[man 3] Get his ass!

I'mma beat that "sir" outta you.

Like hell you are.

- What's all this?
- Oh, hey there, friend.

We're just about to
rope ourselves a new mascot.

You want in or you're gonna
keep licking his boots?

["Take Care Of Your Own Business" playing]

Get him!

- You drink your whiskey
- [phone clangs]

I'll drink my wine

Take care of your own business

I'll take care of mine

I'm taking care of my own business

Leaving other folks business alone

Ain't got time to hear your new mess

- [man screams]
- Got a load of my own

[yells and grunts]

- [straining]
- [Saxton] You want mercy?

Say it.

Say it, motherfucker!

Sir.

[bartender gasps]

Shoulda gone to Sweetwater.

- Next time.
- [bartender breathing heavily]

[chuckles]

[clanging]

[pans clanging]

[Leland yells]

Get up. Get up.

- Did the trees send you?
- Leland, put the knife down.

Which tree was it? They all talk to me.

Hey, I just thought of something.

What?

Everyone says October
should be the eighth month,

and December should be the tenth month,

but you know what I think
should be a month?

Pecan pie!

'Cause pumpkin pie is a fucking joke.

Okay, I just had some questions for you,
Agent Breen. That's it.

Ah, you know what I'm thinking?

That there's a way out of this.

Yes, I'd hope so, for both of us.

You answer this correctly, I let you live.

Now, suppose I had a gun to your head
instead of this knife,

a six-shooter with one bullet
in the cylinder,

- I pull the trigger.
- No, no. We don't want that.

But you know what happens?
Gun doesn't fire. It's just a click.

So then I give you a choice.

Should I spin the chamber again or not?

What do you say?

- What does this have to do with--
- I'm asking the questions,

and I'm the one holding the fucking knife.

- Okay.
- So I'm looking for an answer...

- Okay.
- ...and it's gotta be the right one.

Let's just slow down,

- all right? Let's just talk about this.
- There is no slow.

I'll count down. Are you ready? Three...

- No, no, wait, hold on, hold on.
- two... one.

Spin the chambers.

Why? I'm a professor.
You gotta show your work.

Because if there is one bullet in the gun,

there's a one-in-six chance
that it'll fire if you pull the trigger.

And it doesn't,
there's a one-in-five chance.

So you spin the chambers...

The odds are better for me.

Better because I wanna live.

Leland, I'm... Please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

Please...

don't do this.

Right answer.

[breathing heavily]

I hate for you to see me like this.

It's okay.

I'm on your side.

No one is, really.

No, I promise you I am.

You sure you're not just a sneaky nurse?

You had the police
make an adjustment to their report,

the night that Joey Ellis was killed. Why?

And where are all of your files on Saxton?

They're all missing now.

No. My turn is over, Hayes.
It's your turn now.

Follow the numbers.

- The... what, what numbers, Breen? What--
- I can't tell you here.

The pots are listening.

- Please. Please.
- Not the pans. The pans could give a fuck.

- But the pots. The fuckin' pots.
- Okay. Breen. Breen. Please. Please.

Get away from me!

[alarm blaring]

[both grunt]

[woman over PA] Code red! Code red!

[man in distance]
Hey, they're over here.

He's breathing. Let's go.

[tense music playing]

[engine revving, tires screeching]

[sighs]

You know, Billy will not be happy.

He hates missing a good fight.

[both chuckle]

Those were some nice moves.

Well, backatcha.

I haven't been in a run-in like that
in ages.

The worst was in '56. [winces]

I was in Detroit with Jakey Weisselberg,

head of one of the Jewish families
out of Chicago.

We were in the cocktail lounge,

and these assholes at the next table
were talking shit about us.

Time it was over,
one of those guys was dead,

another was blinded.

So much shit got damaged,

they had to shut down the lounge
for a week. [chuckles]

What the hell were we doing in Detroit?

Oh, I know.

That was the night
that Jakey introduced me to

Paris Gilford.

[tense music playing]

That was a bad night.

But you can't let shit like that go.

You've got to confront it, you know.

I do.

Yeah.

Gonna let Billy know we're on our way.

All right.

- [line ringing]
- [sighs]

- [woman] Hello?
- Is this Paris Gilford?

Who is this?

I'm calling for Ezra Saxton.

Looks like we're gonna
need the same equipment again,

that you supplied for the Joey Ellis job.

That could be arranged.

We'll be in touch.

Impersonating a fucking nurse?

- [Nina] I wanted to tell you myself.
- Well, this isn't the Girl Scouts.

You don't get a merit badge
for telling the truth.

[sighs] What did you get for it, huh?

- What did you get for it?
- Nothing. It was worthless.

When you tell the ASAC what I did,
can you please just leave Awan out of it?

- This is on me.
- [sighs]

I'm not gonna tell Braddock.

What? Why not?

Because I told my wife about you.
She fucking loves you.

But she's never met me.

She loves the idea of you.

First Black woman at the Bureau
and all that shit.

It must be a nightmare for you to work
with all of these stupid White men.

- Blah, blah, blah.
- I love your wife. [chuckles]

I promised my wife...

that I would give you one last chance.

So do yourself and my marriage a favor.

And don't fucking pull
any more of this bullshit.

No more going after things
we tell you not to,

and breaking into places you don't belong.

- Are you picking up what I'm laying down?
- I...

This is where you say,
"Yes, thank you, sir."

And you walk the fuck out.

- Yes. Thank you, sir.
- [knocking at door]

Excuse me, Agent Hayes,
you have a phone call.

This is Hayes.

I hate making this fucking call.

- Jim? What's going on?
- [sighs]

Now I have a reason to trust you.

What's that mean?

Jim?

I got a lead on where that C-4 came from.

Uh, where?

A woman named Paris Gilford.

- [Nina] Anything on today's meeting?
- Yeah. For tomorrow.

Paris Gilford. Find out what you can.

I'm on it. Usual spot, 9:00 a.m.

["Don't Worry Me No More" playing]

What was that?

Progress.

[Nina chuckles]

No one to call my own

No one to love

Here by the telephone

[static buzzing on stereo]

- [tuning through channels]
- Oh, jump back. Are you kidding me?

And now I see how you really are

[Saxton singing] You're no good
You're no good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good

I'm going to say it again

You're no good
You're no good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good

[Saxton laughs]

I broke a heart that's gentle and true

I left a boy for someone like you

I'll beg his forgiveness on bending knee

But I wouldn't blame him if he said to me

It's no good, no good, it's no good

Baby, it's no good

Hey, I'm gonna say it louder

Good, no good, it's no good

Baby, it's no good

Mmm, no good

Mmm, if you help me, we'll start anew

It'll be easy forgetting you

You're no good
You're no good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good

You know what I mean

You're no good
You're no good, you're no good

You're no good, you're no good, oh, oh

Oh, I'm warning you now, baby
And I'm going my way

Forget about you, baby
I'm leaving to stay

You're no good, no good, no good

Baby, you're no good

Oh, I say you're no good

No good, you're no good

Baby, you're no good

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