All language subtitles for The.Waterfront.S01E02.Prendere.il.controllo.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.265-G66

Sector 29217, we have
spotted an object in the water,

and are investigating, 20 nautical
miles north-northeast of havenport.

The object appears to be a net
with possible remains entangled.

Both victims appear to be deceased.

Well, my granddaddy was a good man

no matter what the papers say

all the weeds and pecan trees

hid a secret we all swore to keep

well, my granddaddy
knew what the law would do

if they ever come snoopin' 'round back

lord, I'm down in the gulley
where the creek is high

lord, I'm down in the gulley
where only the moon shines

it was down in the gulley
where the creek is high

lord, I'm down in the gulley
where only the moon shines

ooh, ooh

ooh, ooh

ooh, ooh.

What's going on?

Shawn. The... the new bartender.

Right.

The two fishermen, Troy and Curtis.

They found their bodies.

No shit.

- Do they know what happened?
- Got tangled in the nets and drowned.

Both of them?

I think one got tangled
in the net and went over,

and the other went in after or something.

Why? That's what life rafts are for.

I don't know. A freak accident.

- How did they both get tangled?
- That's why they call it a freak accident.

- How did it catch them...
- I don't know, Shane!

Shawn.

I'm not made of answers. There's
the coast guard. You can ask him.

The first ten plots
labeled 42b in your plans

are where you see those Poles.

That's where the primary
resort structure will build.

The condos, phase 2, and
the private residences, phase 3,

are beyond that, so we'll drive out there.

No, no, no, not necessary.

Everybody is thrilled.

Rny can't wait to break
ground on this place.

Well, the preliminary paperwork is
signed and should be in your inbox.

- Let's get the formal docs to the lawyers.
- Absolutely.

You know, there's no reason why
we can't break ground this year.

I'm glad your company
saw the opportunity.

- You designed all this yourself?
- I didn't exactly design it.

Well, you're the vision behind it.

- We'll need your involvement.
- I'm looking forward to that. Thank you.

So, where's your husband?

He's been absent through all this.

He's a busy man.

He entrusted it to me, but
I'm keeping him up to speed.

Don't worry about that.

He's excited to get started.

- How are the revisions, by the way?
- The revisions are superb.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Want to come back to
the hotel, and I'll show you?

- Grab a drink, celebrate.
- A little premature, isn't it?

No. Not at all. This is happening.

Do you ever eat in any other
restaurant besides your own?

Not really, no.

Well, let's change that.

I flew all the way here,
let me take you to dinner.

- Let me show you the other parcel.
- Okay.

I don't have a lot of time.

What's going on?

The sheriff was telling
me about Troy and Curtis.

What's going on? Is
the DEA investigating?

Two men drowned,
coroner ruled it an accident.

- Let's talk about your next run.
- Too soon for that.

The DEA is still in town.

I agree, but the original buyers of
the shipment need to be made whole.

- I need you to deliver it to them.
- That's a hard no.

We don't do the runs. We
have Reggie and Tim for that.

Well, I don't know Reggie or Tim.

After hoyt's monumental
disappointment, I'm not chancing it.

No, it's you and cane.

- Absolutely not.
- Dad... no.

- No.
- Okay, here we go again.

The buckleys calling the shots. I
start to think this ain't gonna work.

What happened to "we're partners"?

Well, we are, but there's
always someone in charge.

It can't be you. You look like shit lately.

- You sure you're up for this?
- We're old friends, Clyde.

You don't have to speak
through your asshole.

We can't do this. We need
to wait a little bit, okay?

I get a new burner every week.

Keep it on you at all times.

I call you, you don't call me.

Be vague, but specific.

- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
- Plan for sunrise.

I'll text you the rest.
Don't make me regret this.

You're okay with this? Him just
ordering you around like that?

I'm not okay with any of
it, but you got us into this.

- Not me. You!
- Yeah, look, I get it. I get it.

But we need to pump the brakes on this.

We... we cannot trust him right now.

You saw what he did to hoyt. Blew
his face off without batting an eye!

Trigger, blam! His face was gone.

I can't stop seeing it.

You started this.

But I didn't actually do it. I
just gave them the boats to do it.

That and take the money.

We're in this, okay?

I'll figure something out.

But for right now, you gotta suck it up.

The menu out here is
more casual than inside.

So are the prices. Except the alcohol.

Is this open year-round?

Strictly seasonal. This
is for the swimsuit crowd.

We'll shut down in another month.

Yeah, just... help them
set up. I'll be right back.

Buddy, leave that here.

- Get some gloves and help in the ice room.
- Yeah.

This is good. Okay?

Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Granddad gave me a job.

- Okay, well, he... he didn't ask me.
- Why would he?

Are you forgetting there's
a court order in place?

I can't be within 300 feet of you.

Then I'd go back in the restaurant
and count your steps as you go.

Diller, I could get in a lot of
trouble. Is that what you want?

Are you blaming me for your shit?

No.

No. No, I'm not, sweetheart.

Just... don't get comfortable.

Dad.

Why did you give diller
a job without asking me?

Yeah, I'm out.

It's good for him to work. You
don't want to raise a couch spud.

If the court finds out, I
could lose visitation rights.

That's not gonna happen. I won't let it.

Nobody's gonna keep
you from seeing your son.

Not the courts, your shit
ex-husband... nobody.

The boy's a Buckley. He should be here.

And you should get to see more of him.

Maybe you can fix some things.

I don't know, dad.

Then go fire him. He's right over there.

I never liked Clyde.

Even in high school, he was a prick.

You gonna be able to handle him?

He's got an axe to grind, that's for sure.

He loves me kissing his ass.

- Okay, so what do we do?
- You kiss his ass.

- Unless you have another way.
- How bad are we sunk?

We're four months behind on both mortgages
and two months behind on the loan.

- How much?
- Roughly $6.8 million.

How are we not in default?

Willis at national gave
us a three-month extension

due to our number of employees
and the impact it'd have on the town.

- So, layoffs are off the table.
- We're not laying anyone off.

Then we have to come up with
$2 million in less than three months

to bring us up to date.

Won't save us, but we
won't lose everything.

Yeah, and with consistent runs,
we should be good in a few months.

Here's the thing.

There's no way Porter
is the top dog in this.

He's answering to someone.

Like a supplier.

If we can find his supplier and
establish our own supply line,

then we don't even need Porter.

- That's how we make this really work.
- Dad... I hear you.

It just sounds a bit intense.

This is a temporary situation.

We're not gonna make a business
out of it. Those days are over.

Yes, but with no Porter,

we negotiate a higher
fee and get out faster.

Or...

We could, and hear me out here,

partner with a developer
and build out the beachfront.

It would solve everything.
Not right away, but eventually.

- Why would you bring that up?
- Because it's a real option.

Hell, we're gonna lose it anyway
if we can't pay the bank back.

We're not touching
that land. You know that.

- Not now, not ever.
- I know how much it means to you.

God damn it. No.

- It's not a conversation.
- Granddaddy!

Hey.

Hello, darling.

- How'd it go today?
- It's all but done.

- Waiting on the lawyers.
- You'll have to tell him at some point.

Did you not hear me? I tried.

Yeah, yeah.

He's gonna explode when he finds out.

Shit. It's all so fucked up, man.

I mean, you see him, right?

I mean, he's acting w-weird, right?

Like he's enjoying it?

Yeah.

Crime always did agree with him.

- Hi, baby.
- Hi.

Hi, Peyton. How are you?

- I'm fine, belle. How you doing?
- Great, thank you.

Good.

Okay, let's get the table.

Enjoy.

Buzzin' 'round your hive

well, I'm a king bee

buzzin' 'round your hive

well, I can make honey, baby

let me come inside

yeah.

I'm young and able

to buzz all night long.

I'm young and able

to buzz all night long.

Why are you so quiet?

I'm... discontent.

We just killed that dresser, come on.

God, I need a meeting.

- Have you been going to meetings?
- I've been working.

There are meetings in
every church in this town.

- I go every day.
- I mean, what? You kind of have to.

You got the nudge from the judge.

How many meetings have
you been to since rehab?

- I don't know. I forget.
- Zero?

Yeah. That's it.

Isn't it mandatory for an agent?

I mean... everyone fudges it.

Another reason I'm an addict anyway.

"Hi, my name is Bree."

"I'm an alcoholic and a pillhead."

Hi, Bree.

Thank you.

Today was a shit day.

I hate my job.

My son hates me.

The one highlight was an amazing,
but far too brief, sloppy fuck.

Would anyone else care to share?

How about the man with no clothes?

Hi, my name is Marcus.
I'm a heroin addict.

Hi, Marcus.

Let's see, I spent another
day in... bum fuck nowhere,

investigating a bum shit case
that's probably gonna get me fired

and ruin my career.

But I, fucked a motel dresser
to death, and that was fun.

- Could you really lose your job?
- There's nothing here, Bree.

Boat was clean, no trace
of drugs, the men drowned.

I witnessed it with my own two eyes.

I saw cane with Troy and Curtis and hoyt,
and they were talking about a drug run.

- Did you talk to hoyt?
- I can't find hoyt. No one can.

Jesus Christ.

You might be right about your brother,
but to make a drug bust, I need drugs.

And there's nothing.

It's my first case out of
rehab. I'm on probation.

- They could fucking bench me.
- Follow cane.

- He'll lead you to hoyt.
- What about your mom and dad?

- No...
- Would they want to help me? Hear me out.

If they knew he used the fish house
for drugs, wouldn't they want to know?

- No. You told me, you promised me...
- Bree.

You'd leave them out of this.
They have nothing to do with it.

This started when my
brother took over the business.

That's when hoyt started showing
up. Cane is the one you want.

What's your deal with cane?

Why do you want to expose him?
Why do you hate him so much?

I have my reasons.

Some of the agents are starting to leave.

I've got a few more days myself.

Well, I'm sorry I brought you here.

But I'm right about this.

Everything happens for a reason.

You know...

When I was undercover and shooting up,

I knew I was in trouble.

You know I od'd, right?

I was dead for over a minute.

I came back, and that's
what put me in rehab.

- I think that was to meet you.
- Yeah... I'm sorry.

I don't want to leave.

Not when it's this good.

That's the addiction talking.

You know that, right? Yes.

Trust me. I have been sober a few times.

It's transference.

It's a distraction. Anything
to keep your mind off using.

- Yeah? Is that what you think?
- That's what I know.

Now, don't get me wrong.

You're cute and I'm into you and all, but

I'd shoot a fireball up my
ass right now if I had one.

Yeah, I bet you would.

Hey, did cane tell you
Jenna's back in town?

"Jenna" Jenna?

No, I didn't know.

I can imagine Peyton's popped
a few blood vessels over it.

What is it?

You got me paranoid
about the new bartender.

Why?

Could he be a DEA informant
that Porter told you about?

He's not a very good bartender.

I think it's time we give Bree
a little more responsibility.

- She wants back in the office.
- Stop. Do not go soft on her.

I want one full year of sobriety
before we ease the reins.

If we give in now,
she'll get right back to it.

Do not let her manipulate
you. It's for her own good, okay?

We're confirmed for dinner
tomorrow with Jenna and Scott.

That's happening.

Okay.

Where are we going?

Well, Jenna misses
your mom's hush puppies.

Here?

Okay.

Okay.

We can cancel if you want to.

Cancel or reschedule?

What do you want?

It's your call.

How are the drinks?
Can I get you anything?

- I'm good.
- I'll have a zombie, please.

A zombie? Yep. Okay. Coming up.

Watch.

He doesn't even know what a zombie is.

A zombie.

Good god, you're paranoid.

Well, you started it.

This is our life now, always
looking over our shoulder.

I'm sorry.

I've been waiting for
the right time to say it.

Not sure this is it.

Sorry for what?

Everything.

You need to be more specific.

For all the drinking...
The carousing, the women.

For disappointing you.

Honey, I stopped having
expectations a long time ago.

I'm sorry.

You're so good at sorry.

It's the staying sorry you struggle with.

- Hey, who are you?
- Stevie.

- Where's Porter?
- I think you mean Owen.

- Is Owen coming?
- He sent me.

We need to get this in the hold, fast.

Why does Owen get to have a Stevie,
but we can't have a Tim and Reggie?

There's two more behind this one.
Let's go, before the sun comes up.

Okay.

Why are we stopping? Aren't we
meeting them here in the sound?

The ocean's choppy
today. Here, take the wheel.

This one's yours.

What? No.

- I don't want a gun. Why do I need a gun?
- Relax.

It's not loaded. The other
guys will have guns too.

Why give me a gun without any bullets?

So when they rip it out of your
hands, they can't shoot you with it.

Here. Take it.

- Seriously, why do we need guns?
- It's all a pissing contest.

- You have to know how to present yourself.
- Okay, I'll be fine. I'm not an idiot.

What do I do with it? Put
it here like you're doing?

- Is that good?
- Never show fear. No sudden movements.

It makes people nervous.

Did granddad send you to mob school?

Your grandfather could
handle himself in any situation.

Well, except for that one time.

Listen, god damn it.

You want to always keep eye contact.

Roaming eyes tells
people you can't be trusted.

And here's the hardest part of all.

Don't speak.

The less you say, the better.

Words get you killed.

- You're from Texas, right?
- Yes, ma'am. Galveston originally.

What'd you do down there?

Bartend, mostly.

In an outback in port aransas.

How'd you end up in havenport?

I wanted a change, and
I like being by the water.

There's a lot of water in
this world. Why havenport?

I don't know. I just did.

- Is there a problem, Ms. Buckley?
- Nope.

Nosy me. Excuse me.

What are you doing in here?

We ran out of staples
and pens in the restaurant.

Are those radars?

New models. The sonar
range is double the old models.

We didn't have portable
radars when I was a kid.

- We had to find the fish on our own.
- You know how to fish?

It's been a minute, but yeah,

your granddad used to
take me when I was little.

He said he would take me.

- Does your dad know you're here?
- It's only like two shifts.

I'm gonna have to tell him. I
have to be transparent, diller.

- I could get in a lot of trouble.
- Yeah, you deserve it.

I know.

All right, I'll make a deal with you.

Don't tell dad, and I won't tell child
services what a whack job you are.

I think they know.

Why do you want to work here so badly?

You should be happy I
hate TikTok and Adderall.

- That's not an answer.
- It's cool.

And granddad's a badass.

All right, I'll take your deal.

But you cannot miss school or swim
team, and your grades have to stay up.

Can you just drop the mom talk?
Please. You are not great at it.

I'm trying my best.

Well, it's a shame your
"best" gets you arrested,

thrown in jail and shit.

Hello, gentlemen.

Let's get you tied off.

Keep a watch.

You're ten kilos short.

No. Count again.

I counted four times.
You're ten kilos short.

- It's what we were given.
- And you're ten kilos short.

What the hell you
want me to do about it?

That's all of it.

Whoa! Hey, hey!

- We don't fuck around.
- No, no, no.

Hey, hey, hey! Let him go!

Okay, okay, okay.

It's all good.

No sudden movements.

No roaming eyes. I can
be trusted. Boom. Take it.

I don't need it. Take it. You know why?

Because we're friendly. We're
friends. This is a friendly exchange.

Stop talking.

Thing is, this is my fault.
I don't know the rules.

Ask him. He's my dad. Ask him.

I must've weighed the drugs improperly,
or the scale was off or something.

I mean, goddamn metric system.

I mean, kilos? Come on. What happened
to just weighing in pounds and ounces?

Where the hell are we right now,
right? I'm stupid, but here's the thing,

I'm not so stupid as to think
I could steal from you guys.

Ten kilos. Is that worth dying over?

Fuck no!

It was a god's honest mistake,
and we will make it up to you.

Okay? We'll make it up to you. In
the end, everybody gets made here.

We can do that if we
just... if we just call Porter.

- Let's call Porter right now.
- Who?

Po-Porter... Owen.

Owen! Owen! Let's call Owen right
now. I got my phone in my pocket here.

Or you can call him.

Just please call Owen, right now. Please.

Please call him.

Please.

These two assholes just
showed up ten kilos short.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Jesus.

Yeah, okay.

All right. Thanks, Grady.

What?

It's cool. Come on. Let's get out of here.

Thank you.

You okay?

Shit.

Shit.

- Right.
- Makes sense.

So I've been meaning to ask,
why are you deciding to build now?

People have been chasing
your waterfront for years.

It's a very sentimental piece of
property my husband inherited.

His father bought it for his mother,

and it was her wish for it to remain a
little piece of havenport. Untouched.

A lasting symbol of
community, family, legacy.

So why the change of heart?

I'm a realist.

And I believe in change.

- We're struggling. Everybody's struggling.
- Yeah.

The fishing industry's near extinct.

Restaurant's seasonal.
We live and die on tourism.

It'd be irresponsible
if we didn't develop it.

- True.
- We provide jobs for a lot of people.

- Yeah.
- And there's a responsibility in that.

- You're very protective over it.
- Well, I grew up here.

Not on the water.

More inland, less money.

Me too.

I grew up dirt poor.

I know it well.

So you know what a
driving force it can be?

I hate being broke.

It's paralyzing. Soul-killing.

Can be.

Okay, you're very good with the oysters.

I'm in the seafood business.

- Well, it's very sexy.
- There it is.

- I thought you were flirting with me.
- I was trying not to. It's hard.

- I'm sorry. I was trying. I'm...
- okay, okay.

I guess I'm just attracted
to talent and visionaries.

That's a really good line.

- It... it sounds like a line.
- Sounds like a line.

- Fully.
- I'm okay with it 'cause it's the truth.

We're business partners.

It would be very bad if we...

- And I'm married.
- Yeah.

- Right.
- So am I.

- Doesn't seem to stop my wife.
- I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm dealing with it.

I love my wife, but.

I finally came to the realization that
you can't get everything from one person.

Hello. Where's Peyton?

She's gonna meet us here. I
was just over at the fish house.

- But you smell so clean.
- Yeah, where I showered and changed.

So what are you doing?

Just hanging out at the
bar, drinking by yourself?

Your bartender Shawn has
been keeping me company.

He's new in town. I'm
giving him the skinny.

- Evening, Mr. Buckley.
- Can I do a bourbon with ice, please?

Actually, you know what?
Make it a double in a tall glass.

Tall glass.

Yes, sir.

I've had an insane day, okay? I
think the bourbon's gonna help.

So, where's your amazing
Superman of a husband?

Running late.

Yeah?

He works too much. It's his flaw.

Yeah, 'cause making a lot of
money is always a detriment.

- I'm a little nervous.
- Why's that?

My husband and my high
school boyfriend meeting?

- Aren't you nervous?
- No.

Okay, well, I'm nervous.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, I might be a little bit nervous.

Yeah.

I took a gummy.

You want one?

- Fuck, yeah.
- Okay. And let's do shots.

Scratch the bourbon.

We're doing Tequila
shots, okay? Line them up.

A blanco.

- Yeah.
- Always.

Always.

Man.

Okay.

- To...
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- It's okay.

That's good.

I'm so glad we're finally doing this.

Scott, it's lovely to meet you.

I'm happy to finally get this way.

- Wow.
- Somebody's hungry.

You have to try these. I missed
these hush puppies so much.

His mom has a secret recipe.

They're certainly fried.

Me and cane used to come
here every day after school,

and we'd have chowder
and eat hush puppies,

and then we'd take the sailboat out.

Do you still have the little sunfish?

- No. Gave it away years ago.
- No?

Peyton, how do ya fit in this love story?

- No love story.
- It was a long time ago.

I meant growing up here, when
you were all in school together.

Well, I was a freshman
when they were both seniors,

so we didn't run in the same
circles, but they were the "it" couple.

- Pretty and popular.
- I...

No one is prettier than you.

Peyton was a looker in
school, and you still are, so...

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

She is and will be forever.

You know, Peyton
was, miss teen Carolina.

No, I was not. I was top ten.

Nine, to be exact, and
let's just leave it there.

Question. I'm driving up here, and I
see the name Buckley everywhere.

Does your family own the entire town?

- No.
- Just the harbor and the restaurant.

The buckleys have always
been a prominent family here.

Jenna tells me you were
the high school football star?

You should try the grouper. It's delicious.

Yes, I was, Scott.

I was a football star. I was very good.

And that you were... You were
gonna go pro, and you never did.

- What happened?
- No, it was a dream.

It was a kid's dream.

And then I grew up.

Who needs a pro football career
when you can stay in this tiny little town

and shovel fish?

That's... that's not
exactly what happened.

And he doesn't exactly shovel fish.

Close enough.

I need another drink. You
guys need another drink?

And I apologize in
advance if I offend you.

- Okay.
- But...

Do you want to come back to my hotel?

Why don't we just keep
this about the work?

Do you know how to
compartmentalize, belle?

Yes. Story of my life.

Well, me too.

And I'm very good at it.

My career, my marriage... You
seem curious. You a little curious?

Nope, I'm afraid not.

No strings.

No stress. Like... just
a beautiful memory.

I can't tell you how entertaining
this has been, but I'm gonna say no.

Let's keep us about the work.

Understood.

I won't bring it up again.

You're a delight, belle,
and I will call you soon.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hey.

You're right, I was curious.

Good night.

No, it's... So, what was
it that broke you two up?

Life happened, Scott.

Life happened, and it ended.

The first love is never last love, is it?

- I like that song.
- I don't think it's a song.

I think it's the lyrics
to, like, every song.

You think... Excuse me,
I'm gonna be right back.

You know, we should
think about going. The sitter?

Right.

- I'll get the bill.
- No, no, no, no, it's on the house.

It's, there's no bill.

It's the perks of a
broken dream, you know?

Well, then, I guess I'll go take a
piss and let you two be you two.

- What was in that edible?
- Jesus.

God, I'm so stoned.

- I can't even keep my head straight.
- Did they know? Or did we do okay?

No, they know. Yeah.

- Peyton was shooting death rays at me.
- No.

- And now she... she hates me. I'm awful.
- No, you're paranoid. She doesn't care.

She... she... she's fine.

No, the gummies were a bad idea.

No, I... I just thought
it would help with...

Help at what?

I don't... I don't think we
should do dinners anymore.

And why's that?

Cane, just don't.

Let... let's just not talk
right now. Can we do that?

I will say, I thought the
gummies were a great idea.

Nice jet skis.

For my boys and their kids.

I was hoping it'd get them
down to see me more, but nope.

Nice car.

I like my toys.

You shorted the shipment.

No, I didn't.

That turd hoyt dipped
into it prior to his...

And then I just thought,

well... let's see how well you and
your son perform under duress.

We could've been killed.

Yeah, there's always that chance.

No, I figured, you know,
someone would call me first,

but, you know, when that didn't
happen, yeah, I was a little worried.

Come on, get up.

You remember the night
your daddy got shot up?

What were you? 29? 30?

I was just a deputy then.

It was... it was a bad night.

All they did to him, the blood everywhere.

Jesus, it was awful.

I felt so sorry for you,

finding your daddy dead like that.

Little Bree all covered in blood.

And then, like a week later, I
found you in... in... in Turner's,

sitting at the bar, drinking all
alone. Do you remember any of this?

I remember.

I was... downright sad for you.

And I ordered you a beer, but...
but you wouldn't let me pay for it.

You refused.

I said, "no, I want to buy you a
beer," but you wouldn't have it.

You had to pay.

You insisted.

You said, "a cop don't make
much. Save your money. I got it."

I was grateful to you.

I wanted to pay.

Yeah, that's the way
it is with you buckleys.

You pay, you control...
You're always in charge.

When a friend wants to
buy you a beer, you let him.

Okay, Clyde.

You can buy the beer.

You can buy all the beer.

God, I fucking hated you.

Everybody loved you,
so I had to love you too,

but I despised you.

Well, not anymore.

Now I enjoy you.

I mean, watching you
and your family struggle

hell, it makes me happy.

You worked really hard for that badge.

And the power.

And now... I'm in charge.

I thought that was Grady.

Yeah, who's Grady?

Your supplier.

Who told you that?

- Tell him I want to meet him.
- Why?

So you can go around me? Cut me out?

I wouldn't advise it.

No more runs until I meet Grady.

Sorry, I'm a little drunk.

A little?

And I may or may not
have had a tiny little gummy.

And where'd you get the gummy?

From Jenna.

What?

I've had the worst day. You have no idea.

Can I... can I please just get a
pass on this one? I feel queasy.

And I feel humiliated.

What was that tonight?
Was that foreplay?

What?

I... I thought we were
being completely respectful.

I think. I don't remember everything.

But I'm really, really
sorry about the gummy.

This isn't funny, cane.

It's a little funny.

Peyton, you put the dinner together.

You didn't think it would
be, like, a little weird?

You are so glib when you
should be begging for forgiveness.

Peyton, please, can
we just, like, laugh it off?

I'm sorry, okay, baby? I'm sorry.

You were so obvious!

I wish you'd step out of your bullshit
for five seconds, look at what you are.

All you do is bitch about your dad.

He's a drunk. He's a pig.
He doesn't understand you.

But the joke's on you, hon,
'cause you're already him.

That is not true.

You just don't see it 'cause you
still got your training wheels on.

There's a problem with this
metamorphosis you're going through.

It's me.

I'm not your mother. I don't see things
the way she sees them, and I never will.

So turn your ass around and
start heading in the other direction

because I will only take so much.

Hiding from mom?

No.

Are you, having a little moment?

Peering into your soul?

Porter's a problem.

We have to find Grady...
And end ties with Porter.

Why did Porter set us up today?

That was for me.

He was testing me.

Testing us.

I thought we were gonna die.

You're not on the sidelines anymore.

You're in it. But you're
gonna have to toughen up.

Okay.

You know, I wouldn't be so
bold as to expect a compliment

or a pat on the back or
anything like that, but.

I think we could both acknowledge
I'm the reason we didn't get killed today.

You think what you did was smart?

Smart? No, I wouldn't say that, but...

It was the truth.

And I was scared shitless, man.

Yeah, it got a little scary.

I'm sorry I broke your rules.

You got lucky. You try that shit
again, I guarantee you'll be killed.

Here we go. Condemnation.

I'm looking out for you,
son. I'm trying to protect you.

Protect me?

I think the word you mean is "control,"
but that's okay. We can go with "protect."

You don't know this world the
way I do. You need to listen to me.

No, you need to listen to me.

I will do this, but I'm
gonna do it my own way.

I'm not worried about Porter.

You wouldn't either if you could just
put aside your ego for two seconds, pop.

You're a fool.

At least I'm not you.

Yeah?

- I found it.
- What?

Something cane doesn't
want anyone to know.

And it will crucify him.

No, it is going to take more time,
because I barely had time to talk to him.

No, you need to have more Patience.

I have to go. I'll call you back.

Well, that was heated.

Personal.

No worries.

- Let me give you a hand.
- No, ma'am.

I'm... I'm almost done. I
was just about to take off.

Who are you?

I'm sorry?

You're a shit bartender.
You know that, right?

- Are you firing me?
- I called your references.

Granted, Bree should've done
that already, but you met her.

Turns out the outback in port
aransas, where you claimed to work,

has no record of you.

Well, did you... did
you talk to the manager?

They have such turnover,
it's... it's a mistake is all.

The mistake, Shawn,

is that there is no
outback in port aransas,

and there never has been.

Are you an informant?

A what?

Did the DEA send you?

- No, ma'am.
- You lying piece of shit.

- I'm not lying.
- One more time.

- My name is Shawn west.
- One more fucking time!

- Who are you?
- I told you. My name is Shawn west.

- I'm from galveston.
- Don't fuck with me!

Okay!

- Do not!
- Bebe west!

Bebe?

My mom.

She died last month in galveston.

Before she passed, she told
me Harlan Buckley was my father.

- Come here! Shut up!
- No! No! No!

No! Help! Somebody, please! Help me!

Help, help!

Stop!

Stop, stop!