All language subtitles for Leverage.Redemption.S03E07.1080p.x265-ELiTE_Track03

See, I'm just...
I'm just not doing it right.

I'm starving.

Don't you keep food in this car?
Like, burgers.

Do I have any burgers in the car?

No.
And we're not stopping, Parker. All right?

I've been driving for eight hours, okay?
I just want to get home.

I want to get into bed.
I want to get some sleep.

It's dating, Sophie.
How could you not be doing it right?

My entire adult life
I've been lying about who I am,

and now I can't tell who to trust,

or even if I'm capable
of trusting a stranger.

This new dating app I'm on,

it-it-it just feels like everyone
I'm chatting with is lying in some way.

Oh, no, they really are.

Yeah, but are these lies
of the little white lie variety

or the giant red flag variety?

Yeah, like, "No, I don't have
a murder room in my basement.

Those zip ties are just for construction."

Or, "My divorce isn't final yet,

but we're definitely
not getting back together."

Or like, "I would never use AI
to create a totally fake human being."

Yeah, so I may not have mentioned
that I have, like,

uh, dozens of online dating profiles.

Hang on. For yourself?

Or is it for, like... You know,
I'm not going down this rabbit hole.

I just wanna get some sleep.

No. Shill profiles, bots.

Yeah, they're used to help establish
histories for future con IDs.

Usually, they're just,
like, messaging each other

so that if someone hacks in,
they see months of conversations.

Oh.

But sometimes I do slip into the odd
profile and mess with actual people.

Breanna!

What? "Lying goes on" is my point.

I already have trust issues.
You're not helping.

- Eliot?
- Damn it, man.

What kind of things do you lie about
with women?

I don't...

I just want to go home and get some sleep.

Breanna, we just got pulled over.

Okay,
quick public service announcement.

There may be a few items
from last night's con

in the hidden compartment of your trunk

that your average John Q. Law
might take issue with.

All right, well,
it's a hidden compartment.

There's, like, duct tape
and Sophie's wigs.

A bag of lye, my knives.

Speaking of murder rooms.

License.

Hurry up, Long Hair.

Luke Newman, huh?

- Yeah.
- Pop the trunk for me, would you, Luke?

Pop the trunk?

Already looking at a 300-dollar fine
for speeding in a construction zone.

Gonna add another hundred
for that look you're fixing on me.

Hey, man, take it easy.

What you say?
You been drinking, Long Hair?

Get out of the car now.

Back here.

Eyes closed, head back.

Touch the tip of your nose
with your left index finger.

Then your right.

Do you want me to say
the alphabet backwards?

Are we done dancing here?

That's it, smart-ass.

You and your car are coming in.

See how smart you are then.
You're under arrest.

Gillon? It's like 1100 people.

Deep web says low per capita earnings and...

Whoa, whoa. Hey,

this place brings in 2.5 million dollars
by ticketing motorists?

What the hell is going on in that town?

Looks like we're about to find out.

Do you have any snacks?

Sorry. I'm not an Uber.

Okay. Thanks for the lift.

Least I can do.

Our town has an unfriendly way
of greeting folks.

We noticed.

Hi, Jack!

We're capable of a lot better.

This your poetry book?

You caught me.

I'm a sucker for Yeats.
I find him very, uh...

Honest. Well, his... his pain is honest.

His pain?

Then you like his early, romantic work.
And you seemed so sophisticated.

Uh... It's, um... It's just my accent.

I'm intrigued by your accent.

Why's this guy Yeats in pain?

He was in love with a woman
he couldn't have.

He was in love with a woman
who wouldn't have him.

- There's a difference.
- So there is.

Have you been? To Ireland?

No. I haven't traveled
nearly as much as I'd like... yet.

Excuse me.

Frank.

Yeah, I got meds.

Okay, keep it calm,
and I'll be there in five.

The Gustafson's Bombay kitten.
Could be a broken leg.

You're also the town vet?

I'd say I'm the vet
who's also the town tow truck driver.

Let me drop you ladies in a good spot

where you can wait for your friend
to see the judge, hmm?

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- Yes.

A guy that good-looking who reads poetry,
and in a very unlikely twist,

helps kittens,
but lives in the middle of--

- I could crush a stack of pancakes.
- Oh, yeah. That too.

Good morning. Have you tried the pancakes?

No? Uh, would you recommend the pancakes?

Hmm, you like pancakes.
Hey, are the pancakes any good?

Running the bank was the simplest job
I could find for you, Clyde.

But you're handing out loans
to anyone with a sob story.

If that bank fails, it's not just on you,
it's on me. Straighten it out.

Go.

Ethel, would you look here at this omelet?

It's got green and red peppers
instead of just red.

If I wanted green,
I would have ordered green,

and you of all people should know
no one around here is above my orders.

Y'all, listen up.

You're going in front of the judge
in ten minutes.

What you talking about?

You haven't even told me
what charges are against me.

Keep your trap shut
till it's time to speak.

Then you plead guilty or no contest.

Pay your fine and maybe we'll let you off
with a slap on the wrist.

Don't worry about him.

Find Harry.

I might need a good lawyer on this one.

He's in court all week.

Breanna, see if you can get
a message to him.

- You're Ethel? Your food's delicious.
- Hmm. These pancakes are so good.

Aw, that's sweet to say.

It's too good for you to be this empty
during the breakfast rush.

So, um, that friend of yours is important
enough to demand the perfect omelet,

but he does nothing about the biker gang
outside scaring off your customers.

Who is he?

That there is Armin Brewster,
Gillon's mayor for 15 years.

Mayor. Right.

And I used to run the town paper,
back when we still had one.

I'm guessing you didn't have
much favorable commentary.

I admit, the next nice thing I write about
our mayor might be the first nice thing.

Ladies, always nice
to see new faces in our fair hamlet.

What brings you in?

Oh, we're just passing through.

It's a lovely town.

It's a shame, though,

that whoever's in charge does nothing
about the riffraff outside.

That's a bit sloppy.

Well...

Well, you know, perhaps
I'll see you fine folks again soon.

Uh, people tend to stick around Gillon
a little bit longer than expected.

Forgot my wallet.

Want my advice, the last thing you wanna
do around here is piss off the mayor.

Okay, Eliot, Harry sent a text.

He said if they're letting you
plead no contest,

just pay your fines and go home.

May I ask you a question?
What happens if we plead not guilty?

Just means a whole lot of time
in our one very small jail cell

while we dial up a magistrate and they
come all the way in from the parish seat.

Not sure it's worth the hassle.

Besides, last thing you wanna do
around here is piss off the judge.

All rise for the judge.

It's Brewster. He's the mayor.

Wait, he's the mayor
and the judge?

Hey, Sophie, are you sure?

Or, we may have a twin situation
on our hands.

Or clones.
Let's not jump to any conclusions.

There's no way this is legal.

Of course not. You're not allowed
to clone another human being.

Okay. I got Harry.
He says it is legal in several states.

It's called a Mayor's Court.

Okay, so the mayor can serve as judge
in that court,

and he-he doesn't even need
a law degree to run it.

This is absurd.

Raising millions of dollars
in a town he runs

with fines he imposes
with no outside oversight?

Yeah, well,
the local cops are in on it too.

It's a total shakedown.
Probably lining their own pockets.

- Mmm.
- Hmm. Yeah,

I wonder if all the police
are just clones of the sheriff.

- Parker.
- What?

Something you'd like to say, uh, Mister...

It's Newman, Your Honor.

"200 for attitude.
Miscellaneous offenses."

And how about we add 200 for resistance?

Oh, you really haven't
seen resistance yet.

And another 200 for disruption.

Okay, there's no point in trying to pro--

200? You can do better than that.

Oh, you want more? How about 400 then?

Oh, See? I knew it.

They can double anything in this town.

Ah. Just passing through, huh?

Well, how about we add an even grand
to get your car out of hock.

See how quickly you'll be on your way.

- What?
- Mm-hmm.

- A thousand dollars?
- Hey.

Who's gonna pay for this?

This gentleman has captured my attention.

Looks like we're gonna be adding
another mayor to our collection.

And we should take down
his judge clone too.

Let's go steal a town.

Our peach festival brought people in
from across the region,

far back as anybody can remember.

And then the mill shut down.

Yeah. Shipped
the whole operation overseas.

Bank had to step in, and the town
shriveled to a rind overnight.

And that's when Brewster showed up?

Said he'd protect us from corporate greed
like the people who shut down the mill.

So, Gillon's just a, uh, speed trap now.

He puts the squeeze
to any strangers driving through.

If he can't get enough, he comes after us.

Most people have had to sell their cars
to pay Brewster's fines.

- That explains the bicycles.
- Mmm.

Got a few spare out back for y'all
if you want 'em.

Well, how does Brewster
keep getting reelected?

About 75,000 in a campaign war chest.

Steamrolls over anybody who runs.

If you do run,
there tend to be consequences.

Such as?

Ah.

But there must be a town council
who could rein him in.

Town council's only three men:

Clyde Brewster, Armin's younger brother,
then Sheriff Pinkus--

So, Brewster has two votes in his pocket
no matter what.

Who's the third? And please,
please say it's a good person.

Ethie, just fixed the compressor
on the walk-in.

Won't hold forever
but she's still kicking.

Perfect timing.
We were just talking about you.

We-Were we? Hmm?

The third vote on the Gillon Town Council:
My annoyingly perfect big brother.

Jack.

Sophie. Uh, this is Parker and Eliot.

But your sister,

she was just saying that this isn't
an easy town to be a good person in.

But we try. For the town. For her.

Ethel! Hi, Ethel!

Excuse me.

Look, I get it, all right.

But we can't run a con
like this on the fly.

You know that. I don't have my food truck.

There's no time to prep.
The mark has seen us.

But he doesn't know who we are.

Um, all we have to do is separate Brewster
from his campaign fund

and we can level the playing field
for the next election.

All right. Next week we come back, huh?

Let me go get a little shut-eye.
Recharge the old--

No, it's not even gonna take long.

- We run a Field of Dreams.
- Mmm.

If we build it, he will come.

As you requested, Sophie,
I give you Luke Newman.

Once a famous somewhat abrasive
driver-turned-visionary track designer.

You do like racing cars.

I'm not saying that it's not gonna work.

I'm telling you if this "Apex300"
was an F1 competitor,

they'd be doing it in Vegas
or Miami or Monte Carlo.

Yes, and I'm saying that they've grown
tired of the bureaucracy of the city.

Here, they can control
a new racing mecca top-down

and make Gillon synonymous
with their brand.

Fine. All right? Just... I... Just do it.

Breanna, to clarify, once a famous driver,
still very much abrasive.

Then, I give you Helena von Strom
of Swedish descent.

She's a daredevil
and the product of racing royalty,

and the future face
of the entire Apex300 brand.

- And of course...
- Tia Salabianchi.

Rainmaker, nonpareil.

A few carefully planted articles

that she whispers in the ear
of Apex's governing board.

And that is how you hook the little fish.

Miss Salabi... bianch... Beyoncé?

Salabianchi. But Tia will be fine.

And this is the First Bank of Gillon, yes?

Yes. Um, Clyde.

Now, why exactly, uh, do you
want to purchase the Old Mill grounds?

And a particular piece of land

that stretches from the highway
right to its doorstep,

which... ...I believe
the bank owns the deed to.

Who, may I ask, is, uh, looking to--

Clyde, the consortium
whose interest I've attracted

to this pure patch
of American countryside,

they don't like to have their name
tossed around willy-nilly

before the T's have been crossed
if you get my gist.

Of course, uh, Ms. Salaba... Tia.

But couldn't you just
make one tiny exception?

- To help grease the wheels, yes?
- Yes. Yes.

No. So, I've written my last, best
and final offer on the back of that card.

Now, Clyde, speed is my business.

I'm gonna be back here in three hours,

fully prepared to sign and with details
for wiring the down payment.

Oh. Look at that.

I must take this call.
It's my partners on the deal.

Ciao. Si.

Yep, it's perfect for the tour.

No, Luke's there now with Helena
and they love it.

Oh, 350,000 spectators

and we can build an off-ramp straight
from the highway to the racetrack.

Armin, I'm telling you,

she took a call from these
Apex300 guys right in front of me.

Calm down, Clyde.

You obviously got
your wires twisted somewhere.

Well, have you looked her up yet?
Her people are out there right now.

All right. All right, this could be legit.

Hey, you did the right thing
calling me in on this, little brother.

Good work. I got it from here.

Thank you. Uh, one more thing, Armin.
Uh, hello? Arm--

Get yourself over to the Mill.

Find these interlopers and figure out
what the hell they're up to.

And that's how you hook the bigger fish.

Is there nothing you can't fix?

I'm good with my hands.

Uh. "When one gets quiet,
then something wakes up inside one."

"Something happy
and quiet like the stars."

You do know your Yeats.

What about you? How you doing?

"Sometimes my feet are tired
and my hands are quiet,

but there is no quiet in my heart."

I'm sorry to hear that.

You ever want respite,
I have an empty bed.

I-I-I mean at my B and B.

- Oh.
- Six rooms. Farm-to-table menu.

Well, it's, um, tempting,

but we're leaving town tonight.

Well, you know where to find me
if you change your mind.

Next drop's on Thursday.

Clyde. Ready to conclude our business?
Progress waits for no one.

Hey, well, actually, there's someone here
you need to speak with first.

I'll take you to them. Yeah.

Ah. Ms. Salabianchi.
Please, take a seat.

Now, I'd like to hear a little more
about this elaborate

and presumably pricey Apex300 venture
you're considering for my town.

Apex300? No, I'm sorry.

Mr. Brewster,
I have no idea what you're talking about.

Oh, no? Well.

Even if you're right,

the gears of any deal
would already be in motion.

We'd have the governor looped in.

A few state senators would have

- quietly put their fingerprints on it.
- Right.

If we were, let's say, planning a track,

we'd be too far along to introduce
any new partners now.

But if I were to, say,
re-zone the Mill grounds

for use as a grammar school,

none of that would matter.

And when your voters find out that you
turned down an opportunity for them,

uh, and the town to make some real money?

My voters would prefer not to be placed at
the whim of corporate titans ever again.

Unless you get a piece
of the proverbial action?

Sophie,
this guy should be hooked by now.

Something doesn't sound right.

I'll be there soon. Parker took my car
to lure off the Sheriff.

You are an unexpected challenge,
Mr. Mayor.

I suppose I could make room for
a small investment from local officials,

if it promotes good will in the community.

He... He just left the bank.

No investment.
He didn't give me any money.

I... There's a piece of this I'm not seeing.

Sophie, I think I see
a missing piece or two right here.

A little message from the mayor.

Take your Eurotrash pals
and your racetrack and get outta here.

Okay. I got it. I got it.

Do you mind
maybe giving my answer back to him?

Definitely got a missing piece here.

I got a kilo.

Smells like detergent.

It's a cheap way to cut cocaine.

- Toss it.
- Huh?

You're about to get arrested. Again.

Well, I guess I'm not sleeping
in my own bed tonight. All right.

Parker, don't screw up the alignment!

Well, well, well.
I got myself a long hair.

Have you actually decided to trust me?

Just wanted a peek
behind the charming facade.

Of the house.

Where did you learn
to make a proper cup of tea?

Read a lot about British culture.

Some of it just yesterday.

Why do you and Ethel stay?

I mean, you did...
You said you wanted to travel,

and you could both do anything anywhere.

It's our hometown.

I trust these folks.

If we could find some way
to give them a chance,

they could make something
of this town again.

"Trust"?

You're not big on trust, are you?

As a friend of mine used to say,
"Hope is not a plan."

All due respect, without hope,
what's the point of having a plan?

But maybe that is crazy.

Only time we were actually
able to change anything here

was when Brewster took vacation,

and the town council
elected a mayor pro tem.

A majority on the town council
can replace the mayor?

The likelihood
of Brewster's brother

or the Sheriff voting for that
isn't too high.

Sorry. I gotta go.

Call me. I mean, if you need anything.

That's amazing.

What are you doing? What are you doing?
I spent last night in a cell

trying to keep the local drunk
from using me as a pillow

and you're snuggling
in Jack's lap of luxury.

Ah, he seems like a good guy.

Especially the clone of him
who made these popover thingies.

Is that a glow in your cheeks?

Glow?

- There's no glow.
- Mmm.

It's just the-the fresh air.
Can we get back to work, please?

I heard that these bikers
are pushing drugs at the local truck stop.

- How'd you find that out?
- His cellie told him. His new BFF.

Well, they must be paying Brewster
to look the other way.

So, a high profile racetrack
brings unwanted attention,

upsets a very tenuous apple cart.

Eliot, we can work with that.

You don't have to convince me.

Small town bullies? You...

Every war zone I've been in,

every failed state that I've been in,

armies are bad, government's bad.

You know what I've seen?
You know what's the worst I've seen?

Is local stuff.

Neighbor against neighbor.
There's always a guy like this Sheriff.

You know what I mean? Who wants it,
who's looking for a-a chance,

who uses muscle like these bikers
and then throws up his hands and says,

"No, yeah, I-I can't do anything.
I can't stop people from being hurt."

And you think it doesn't happen,
places like here.

These guys, this Sheriff,
this mayor, they're seeds of it.

So, we break them apart.
Turn the bikers against the mayor.

That's part of it.

All right, well, we gotta be careful.

These bikers start breathing heavy,
they could blow the whole town away.

Agreed. Hey, try this.
I have the beginnings of a plan.

Hmm? So? Come on.

- Is he as good a cook as you are?
- No.

I should, uh, call Sheriff Pinkus
and have him arrest you for loitering.

Loitering is what your
unsavory friends outside are doing.

I have Ethel's full permission to be here.

Vagrancy, then.

According to this paperwork,

I now have a job here at the diner.

Ms. Salabianchi.

You know, you-you almost had me going,
you and your two-bit con artist friends.

But you read your mark all wrong.

See, money ain't the point.
Money's just a way to get power.

I got all I want.

See, small town power's
about having just the right amount more

than those beneath you.

Too little and they don't fear you.

Too much and...
...they come for your head.

Nah.

Making sure all these people round
this town do exactly what I tell them.

Well, that's all a man like me
could ever want.

And I already have it.

Silly me. I underestimated
the petty scope of your ambition.

Well, you can stick around here
as long as you like.

I'll just be thinking up new ways
for you to contribute to our town coffers.

I expect I'll be seeing your little
taillights leave Gillon by end of day.

Hmm.

There'll be taillights leaving Gillon
tonight, Mr. Brewster.

But they won't be mine.

Sophie, I got 'em.

Hey, Vince, look who it is.

We want our coke back.

Why are you harassing me?
I'm the one that got arrested with it.

All right? Go talk to your buddy the mayor
if you want your coke back.

Oh, that's right. You don't know.

Brewster's running a huge drug operation
with the cartels.

Probably Mexican.

Overheard him talking about it last night
when he thought I was sleeping in jail.

Not a chance. That's crap.

He's running millions of drug dollars
right underneath your nose

and you guys are never gonna see a nickel.

You wanna do this?

Huh? You wanna do this again?

Or you can hightail it
to the truck stop, okay,

where I hear the shipment's already there.

And I know where it's at.

Open it.

We need to go see Brewster now.

Okay, the trick is to get
the detergent and cocaine mix just right

on top of the flour.

They bought it. Eliot, phase two.

S... Uh, sir. Sir,
what-what are you doing here?

- Is there a problem?
- I'm-I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I don't take my mask off
for religious reasons.

Now, I'm here to open a checking account.

Religious reasons?

Oh, I'm sorry, is there a law
against wearing a mask in a bank?

Oh, hello, beautiful.

Parker, promise me you're just
gonna steal the biker gang's money.

Hey! Hands. Show me your hands!

Any weapons on you? Any guns?

On your knees.

What are you up to, Long Hair?

I'm trying to open up a checking account.

Because of the 4.9% introductory APY.

Do I not qualify?
It's only for a limited time.

Clyde, you idiot.

This guy's here just to cause trouble.

Can't let crap like this waste my time
and scare all these people.

Come on.

Let's go, Long Hair.

What? No.
No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.

No, no, no. No.

No. No, no, no.
Come on, come on. Oh, no.

Oh, please. I can't talk to you
about buying the old Mill right now.

I gotta get outta here.

It's a bit tricky without this.

Oh, Clyde.

You're in a spot of trouble.

Roughly $200,000 belonging
to your brother's biker friends

has been stolen on your watch.

- That is so much money.
- So much money.

True or false.

Your own brother will give you up
to keep the money train rolling.

Can you imagine
what they're gonna do to you?

Probably involves a hammer.

Oh, Clyde.

You don't have a friend in the world
except me,

and I can make
all your problems disappear.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

- I never even wanted to run the bank.
- No.

- I studied horticulture.
- Oh.

Before I can help you,

you're gonna have to do me
one teeny-tiny favor.

Hmm.

Looks like we got a crowd here
for our next sentencing.

Actually, before we do, Mr. Mayor?

Here we go.

Uh... ...let's have it.

These folks are here because I called
an emergency meeting of the town council

to elect a new mayor pro tem.

I know,
I know I'm gonna regret asking this.

Who... Who do you have in mind
to replace me with?

Him.

Long Hair?

A man who is just minutes away

from spending his second straight night
in our jail?

Your sister's rag of a newspaper ain't
even around anymore to cover this stunt.

Clyde, you're here.
Let's get this over with.

Calling this insult
to democratic freedoms to order.

Sheriff Pinkus, what say you?

Not a chance. Opposed.

In favor.

Jack, a lesser man than I
might take offense to this attempt.

I'm in favor.

No, Cly... Clyde,

in favor means
you want this drifter to be mayor.

You're opposed to the motion.

I said I'm in favor.

I think we all heard him Brewster,
loud and clear.

Two votes in favor to one opposed.

Jack, what the hell is going on?

Clyde.

Clyde. Clyde!

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Well, you can't--

Quit taking pictures of me.

Clyde! Clyde, remember your roots.

Get the hell outta my way.

Clyde.

Clyde!

When were you gonna tell us
about this new drug deal...

- Hey--
- ...you got going on, Brewster?

- What drug deal?
- Huh?

- Yeah, I figured you'd say that.
- Wha-- Hey--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Vince, Vince--

- Relax, cop.
- Come on, man.

Get your hands off, Pinkus.

Violence is never the answer,
gentlemen. You know that.

And there goes Brewster.

But that leaves these bikers here in town.
Running their coke, terrorizing people.

How's the new mayor
gonna fix this all on their own?

We need real help.

Where's the calvary?

At the right moment, they'll be here.

Probably.

Possibly.

I trust.

To clean up this town,
we need the people's trust.

Breanna, how's the engagement
on the social media campaign?

Okay, had to retrofit my dating bots and
sign 'em up for Gillon's "WatchParty" app.

I have these bots
pinging comments back and forth

and getting people amped up on Eliot...
pardon, Mayor Newman.

Hmm. Another article?

Gotta remind people what made
this place special to begin with.

I finally get to take the gloves off.

- Hey, did-- Oh.
- Excuse me.

Um...

Did you read the draft of Ethel's article
in the new online Gazette?

"Newman may not be
the change we expected,

but he's the change we needed."

I'll buy that. Linked it to socials,
and I am headed up to you all in Gillon.

I'll be there in about an hour.

And how's our revolutionary face
of change doing right now?

I filed that paperwork
to put up a neon sign.

But when it's on,
all the mayflies come flutterin' about.

I do not like mayflies, Mr. Mayor.

What if you close your window, huh?
Then the mayflies won't bite ya.

Mayflies don't bite.

Then why do you care if mayflies
are flying around his neon sign?

Well, it just reminds me that
the mayflies are out there.

Go sit down.

Damn it.

Eliot, these people
are just hoping you'll listen to them.

Hoping you can help.

They've been waiting so long
for someone

who understands what they've been through.

They need a mayor who, at the very least,

seems willing to combat
their problems alongside them.

What are you looking at?

To face the threats
even if it's just for a moment.

They need a mayor.

Sophie, the bikers
just went into the vault,

and they did not look happy
when they came in.

Misplacing $200,000 often has that effect.

Just push them over the edge.

- Where the hell's our money?
- Where'd it go?

Hey! Hey, I'm talking.

- Hey!
- Yeah.

Where's Clyde?

Uh... ...he's sick.
So... I'm his assistant.

Clyde's supposed to be here.

Our safety deposit boxes are empty.
All our cash is gone. What's going on?

I am so sorry. This is just...
This is really... This is awful.

I do happen to be new here at First Bank,

but I heard you had
a little bit of a break-in recently?

Well, next time,
I suggest putting your money

- in a checking account.
- Vince, let's run.

Let's go, man. Come on.

We do have a 4.9% introductory APY
if you're interested.

- You can pick everything up down the hall.
- Hey, chump.

Get outta here!

What's up, guys?

I'm in the middle of cutting a deal to try
get these neighborhood kids a jungle gym.

You know, the one with the zip line--

You're not in control here, Mayor.
You only think you are.

You get the same deal
we had with Brewster.

You take your cut and look away
while we do our thing.

Nah.

No, see, I don't think I'm gonna cut
anymore deals that hurt this town.

We just called the thunder down, Sophie.
I think it's on its way.

Eliot, that thunder just arrived.

New mayor cares so much
about the people of this town?

You tell him,

either he's gone for good tonight,
or you are.

I'll burn this whole damn town
and everybody in it.

Hmm. That is
an adequate amount of gasoline.

And trust me, I know fire.

What are we gonna do?
This town'll be gone by morning.

The diner'll go up like a tinderbox.

It's gonna be fine.

How?

Ethel, the plan was never about
knocking out a corrupt mayor.

It was about trying to convince
the people of this town to rise up

and save it for themselves.

They just needed a spark.

You are that spark.
Gillon's fiercest champion.

And now I'm trusting
that the people who love and know you,

they read your words,
and they heard your call to action.

Hey, hold on!

Hey, bro, hold on!

Whoa, whoa! Stop!

If you guys want a fight,

you'll have to take on
every last person in Gillon.

Think it through, Vince. Cut your losses.

This town ain't yours anymore.

- Drop it.
- Yeah, drop it!

Drop it! Drop it!
Drop it! Drop it!

Roll out.

Let's go.

Oh, Jack!

He's the fire chief too?

- Yes, he is.
- Of course he is.

But the bikers are the ones
who scared off Mayor Brewster.

With them gone,
how do we stop him from coming back?

Let us worry about that.

Be honest with me.
How many clones do you have?

Parker. Parker, come on.

- What?
- Listen.

I've gotta give you a hug! Thank you.

I'll tell you what. They did us a favor
by getting rid of that motorcycle club.

Now, I'm gonna find Clyde,
get his ass under thumb.

You make sure you call for another vote.

Be back in city hall before--

Oh, what now, damn it?
How fast were you going?

Maybe 68 in a 55.
Nothing crazy.

You made this
a construction zone.

- It's 35 now.
- Construction?

Th-There's not another piece
of industrial equipment here for miles.

- Well, you--
- What the hell are you talking about?

- But you--
- Shut up. Just let me talk.

You. You're not a cop.

If you can appoint yourself judge,
I think the new mayor can make me a cop.

Now that's $200
for not respecting authority!

Driver, pop the trunk,
and step out of the car.

You too, dingus.

- Dingus?
- Yeah, you are a dingus.

- I'm not a dingus.
- You're the most dingus of all dinguses.

What the...

Wait. What the hell is this?

Maybe the cash that was recently stolen
from the First Bank of Gillon.

What the hell?

I'm taking you both in.

Grand theft, reckless stupidity,
driving like jerks.

- This is ridiculous.
- Get--

Get in!

Hello, hello. Hi, everyone.

Come a little closer
'cause we are about to unveil

your future mayor's inspiring vision
for the historic Old Mill and the ground,

so let's gather.

Come gather, come gather near the tent.

I'm gonna turn these on.

- How's it looking?
- Well, we will find out in a minute

if the mayor can stop playing with
the concert venue.

You have to have the perfect mix
of scale and intimacy

if you want the big acts to sign on.

Thank you so much for bringing me
onto this project, Ms. Salabianchi.

Clyde, you were such a big part of this.

And the people of this town, they're not
gonna forget the sacrifice you made.

Everybody's waiting.
I think it's ready.

I'll go get Ethel.

How's our girl doing
on social media engagement?

She's crushing it.
And I'm not even using my bots.

I-I do think Ethel has this election
pretty much in hand.

And the future of Gillon.

Any word about its recent past?

Just watch where you're sitting next time.
You don't have to bawl in the toilet.

You kept us in there for two days.

What on earth was going on out here
that was so damn important--

Very sorry to keep you waiting.

Took some time to get here
from the parish seat.

I'm the new magistrate.

What did Newman do?

Corrected an oversight.

He split mayoral duties from
those of this court, now and forever.

But while we're on
the subject of corrections,

I've seen compelling evidence
that you two were party to selling cocaine

at a truck stop up 175
for roughly the past ten years.

Thankfully, I'm not your attorney,

but I suggest you plead one of two ways
with which you might be familiar.

Guilty or no contest.

You can defend us, right?

You were a judge for the last 15 years.
You have to know something about the law.

Armin. Armin! Armin!

Let's go, Mr. Mayor.

- Mr. Mayor.
- Stop.

Thought you said you
wanted to sleep in your own bed.

I'll never be able to thank you
for all you've done for me. For us.

Yeah, well, it was kinda
gonna happen on its own.

We just sped things up.

You're welcome here anytime.

Thank you.

Hey, Sophie. Are you ready to go?

Um, actually I... You guys
should probably get going without me.

I, um...

I think
I'm gonna stick around for a few days.

- She must really like his...
- Popover thingies.

Yeah, Parker,
that's exactly why she's staying.

- I'm driving.
- No, you're... No.

We're gonna
get pulled over in the next town.

Ooh, shotgun!

You're not getting shot...
Get in the back.

I always gotta
get in the back seat.

- Get in!
- Stopping for burgers.

I gotta pee.

Parker!

Things might get ugly.

With the money he embezzled
from our clients, a church.

He was gambling with our money.

- Hurley knows what to do.
- He's gonna cool off the mark.

- We're gonna get our money back.
- I'm looking for Detective Dale Lancer.

- What?
- I'm Clay Chapman,

and I'm the victim of fraud.

- Breanna, you've got company.
- Who the hell are you?

You're going to need more than that, boy.

You can kiss your three million goodbye.

Herr Chapman?
I'm afraid your balance is zero.