All language subtitles for The Borderline.S01E05

- This may be difficult
to understand,

Beau, but this is what we call

a delicate situation.

Now, May is our supplier.

(squelching)
- Oh, dear...

- When we take away everything
that makes this body

appear to be Sylas,
so we chop off his hands.

(groaning): Ah, fuck.
- His feet,

we pull out his teeth,
we bash his fucking face in.

- This is fucked!

(chains rattling)

- Miles?
- Ruby?

(mumbling)
- No, no, no. You're okay.

There's something wrong
with the coke.

I mean, Steve died from it.
Ruby just ODed.

(groaning, grunting)

(nail gun whirring) (screaming)

- She shot me in the face with
a fucking nail gun!

(groaning)
(shouting): Ah, fuck!

- This is your big idea?

To sell coke with a comic store
clerk and Pete's daughter,

well, fucking great.

- This is where you've been
keeping your... informant?

- He's not here.
- Where is he?

(suspenseful music)

(echoing gym din)

(heavy breathing)

- Give me a second, okay?

Tommy.

Come on, listen up.

I've got a new kid here.
Henry Roland.

So I wanna see him move.

You go easy. Alright?

- Well, what if I kill him?

(David chuckling)

- Henry, this is Tommy.

He's gonna help us with a little
evaluation workout, alright?

Alright, let's go.

(groaning)

(shaky breathing)

You two gonna dance or you
gonna fight? Let's go.

(groaning)

(suspenseful music)

Alright. Nice.

(grunts)

- You're fucking dead,
man!

(groaning loudly)

- Yo! Hey!
(loud thudding)

Tommy, get off of him. Back off!

The fuck is wrong with you?

(heavy breathing)

Jesus. Go home.

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music continues)

Practiced enough?

- Yes, sir.

- Okay.
(chuckling): Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking afar)

- You know I get it. Right?

- Mm-hmm.

No. Which part of it?
(chuckling)

- That you and Tommy
are working on something big

and that is okay.

All, I'm saying.
- Mm-hmm?

- Is that I know you are doing
what you have to do.

And I know that this
is a big case.

And I trust you. But...

I just maybe don't trust him.

- Hey, dude, is this really
fucking necessary?

- Yes, it is.

Because I don't fucking
trust you or you.

- Okay, well, it's too tight.
Can you just--

- I'm trying to make sure you
don't re-steal my drugs.

- Which still technically
aren't yours either.

I mean, I'm just saying.

- Miles. Shut up.

We're taking your show
on the road, alright, Stateside.

In the meantime,
you cut weigh and bag.

And if you have any white
on your nose when I come back,

I'm not gonna be too happy
about that, alright?

- Okay, well, I can barely
reach the bathroom, so...

- It'll reach. And if not,
there's always the trash.

Miles, I'm waiting.

(door shutting)

- Aren't you gonna do something?
(chains clinking)

- Like what?
(bag zipping)

- Like, like, get the keys
off him or, I don't know,

we're fucking working
for this guy now?

That was never the plan,

let's just find a way out
and go.

- First of all, there's a camera
in the smoke detectors, right?

And we're being watched.
So how far do you think

we'd get if we just took off?

- Okay, well,
we don't need Tommy.

Jesus.

You set up the system,

you can access
the crypto account.

Let's just clear it out and go.

He's gonna get us
fucking killed, Miles.

- Or he'll kill us himself.

I don't know. All I know
is that he has major connections

across the border
and we could make

some serious money like this.

(chuckling incredulously): Oh,
now you wanna make more money?

What happened
to stopping at 50K?

I am chained
to a fucking radiator, Miles,

and you're seriously
okay with that?

- No, of course not.

(intriguing music continues)

But it's better than
shoving this shit up

your fucking nose,
isn't it?

(sighing)

- Are we still in this together?

- 100%.

- Good. Because Miles?
You can't trust him.

He's not your friend,
he's in it for himself.

(chains rattling)

(car engine starting)

(intriguing music continues)

(door shutting)

- There we go.
(Miles groaning)

(Miles retching)

Now entering...

United States of America!

(theme song)

(indiscernible chatter)

- What's going on?
- Hmm, let's get you caught up.

- Got a call from
a concerned citizen.

- Yeah, he's a talker.

He went on and on about using
Chinese herbs for his gout,

and taking up the Tai Chi...

(chuckling): And?

- Well, he' doing the Tai Chi.
(humming)

Down by the river,
somewhere quiet--

- Is where he saw
a guy rolling a body

into the water from his boat.

- You sure it was a body?
- He was pretty damn sure, yeah.

- Okay, because a 'body'
has been garbage many a time.

- Human shaped,
wrapped up in a tarp,

cement block attached?

- Okay. Body. Where?

- Uh, witness was standing
there.

Body went in there.

(suspenseful music)

- Right there?

(chains rattling)

(groaning)
(water splashing)

Did we get a description?

One guy, two guys?
- One guy, hoodie.

Too far away to make
his face out.

I'm gonna call in a water unit.

Search that part of the river.

- Border paying for that?

- Yeah.
- Well, alright.

- I wanna be there.
- Boat's not big enough.

- Bullshit,

the boat's not big enough,
Erica.

- It's not bullshit.

It's border work.

And the good thing Charlie,

is you won't have to worry
about your budget.

And I don't have to worry
about you two stonewalling me

on this investigation,
so it's a win-win.

- I know the river.
- So do we.

We don't need you.

So maybe this is a good time
for you to sit on the sidelines.

I don't know, go for a swim?
(Charlie chuckling)

Maybe just on that side
of the river.

Far from us.

(suspenseful music continues)

Look, I will keep you posted.
Just let me do my thing.

- It's your dime,
you can spend the whole damn day
fishing for all I care.

I'll call the coroner,
get him on standby.
- Thank you.

- What am I supposed to do?
(Erica): Maybe you can hang out

with some of your high school
buddies.

If there's any left that haven't
crawled out of the river yet.

- Alright, you got it
out of your system yet, Erica?

Or you wanna rub our noses in it
just a little bit more?

(office phone ringing)

You know, there is a pattern
to these crimes.

And... you know lots
of folks on the river.

Folks who would be, hopefully,

more comfortable talking to you,
or me, or Erica.

- Jab.
(grunting)

Jab, cross. Jab, cross.
(whooshing punch)

Jab, cross, body hook now.

(groaning)

Once more.

Good, great. Shake it out.
(deep exhale)

(indiscernible chatter)

So--
- Hey, coach.

I was thinking of spending
tomorrow on speedbag.

- Yeah, yeah. That's fine. Okay.

That hook--

- Alright, well,
just gonna take off then.

- Yup.

You're taking way too long...

to set up that body hook, yeah?

- Yeah.
- It's your body position.

We can do better with that.

- Okay.
- But, no, no.

Enough for tonight, though.

(sighing): Okay.
- Who's, uh, picking you up?

- Oh, I'm walking.

- It's gonna take you like,
an hour to get home from here.

- Yeah. Dad says I'm wasting
my time with boxing anyways.

Says: "I don't have the talent
or determination."

(chuckling)

- Just hang here a sec, okay?

(echoing gym din)

(indiscernible chatter)

(pensive music)

Jackie Robinson.
1956. You know who that is?

- I've heard of him.

(chuckling): You've heard
of him?

You know how much it's worth?

800?

Maybe even a thousand, but...

what is worth it's, uh...

you know, it's way more
than just the money.

It's also what it means.

- No, no, no. I-I can't take it.

- No, come on.
Take it, trust me.

Just promise you're gonna listen
to what I'm about to tell you.

Don't listen to other people

who say you can't achieve
what you want in life.

You can.

Yeah? And you take that card.

And you think about it
the next time somebody

tries to put you down.

You can be what you want, Henry.

Right?

Alright. Get your shit
and I'll drive you home.

- Oh, thanks.

(pensive music swells)

- Alright, Duke, pick up.

(birds chirping)
(phone ringing)

- You sure
the boat's okay back there?

- Did you double-cross
the slipknots?

(chuckling)
I'm fucking with you.

The boat's gonna be fine.

And if it's not, we'll just
steal another one.

(chuckling)

So what's the deal with
your dad's store?

You're being all weird
about it back at the Heron.

- Walt was
the senior partner and...

I guess, I don't know?

My dad owes him money
or something?

- So he just took half
the store?

Half of your inheritance?

- I mean, I'm still half owner.

(groaning): Half... wow.

What, did you check
the loan papers?

The land title, will,
any of that shit?

- I was just too young
to really understand it.

- Okay, well,
then pay attention.

Alright? You're about to
graduate business 101.

By the time
you're through with this,

you're gonna make slinging comic
books look like a fucking--

(tense music)

- Gimme your drugs.

- Okay, well, put that down,
we'll talk about it, alright?

- Who's the champ?

Who's the champ?
- Oh, fuck you!

(both laughing)

(Tommy): Ow, ow, ow.
- Okay, okay.

- Stop, stop, stop.
(laughing)

- Oh, look how fucking
old we got!

(laughing)

- Watch it, I might shoot you--
- Oh, yeah, put that away.

Uh, this is my foster brother,
Zeke.

My parents won him
in a card game.

(Zeke snorting)
(laughing)

- Look at him,
bit of a puss here, huh?

- Mm-hmm, Miles.
- Let's drink.

- Let's have a beer.
- Yeah...

(birds chirping)
(muttering): Let's have a beer.

(wind gusting)

- Who is this temperate
little bitch again?

- Uh, this is Miles.

The-that business partner
I told you about?

The new business partner
I told you about?

- Website nerd.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but you should see
what he's got going on, man.

It's automated laundering.
We gotta tell Duke about this.

- He's not coming.

- Well, you told him about
Silas, right?

- Not yet.

- Zeke, what the fuck?

- I had some real concerns,
brother.

- Fuck your concerns, alright?
This is time sensitive.

It's an airtight plan.
We cut May out.
- No, we don't.

- No, no. Duke and I had
a good thing going

and so he's gonna listen
to me, alright--

- I don't think you understand
the deal that Duke has made.

You're not cutting out May.

- Why not?

- Do you know who she is?

- May's just... She just...

(British accent): She like some
fucking British bitch--

- No, she's fucking not.
Not fucking dumbass.

She's not just another
distributor, she's a supplier.

- What?

- Those drugs you were moving,
those were hers.

Ferguson Pharmaceuticals.

One of the largest suppliers

in the fucking world
of medicinal grade cocaine.

- No, shit.
- Oh, yes, shit.

- Is that bad?
- Yeah, that's why

the cocaine was so fucking pure.

- Where'd you think
it came from?

(laughing)
You're so fucked.

You're so very, very fucked.
- Zeke...

(Zeke laughing)
(muttering): Wow.

- Zeke? This is not funny.

- You really stepped in it,
Tommy.

(birds chirping)

- No. Nope. No. Okay?

Duke is gonna listen to me.

Because we're gonna show him
what the kid can do,

and then we'll--
- Forget it.

This is not just about May.
This is a family business.

Duke's not gonna risk that.

Silas isn't worth it and you
sure as shit are not worth it.

She has brothers back home.

And the things they do to people
that fall out of line...

- But that's just, like,
rumors, right?

- Like fucking Bambi,
aren't you?

No, it's not rumors.

I saw a video
that I will never unsee.

(thudding against wood)

You really want my advice?

- Yes. Please, uh...
- Fuck Duke.

You hear me, Tommy?
Fuck. Duke.

Because May is the real money
maker on these islands,

so if he really has something,
then take him to her.

(suspenseful music)

(murmuring): Hope she shows
you mercy.

And you don't mention my name.

(can crackling)

Ah...

(suspenseful music continues)

(lockers thudding)
(water running)

- What is that?
- Nothing.

- Whatever.

Five weeks to regionals.

You should tell Coach
you need me there.

- Coach'll take you.

You're the best fighter
in the gym.

- Yeah. Obviously.

But he's spending
all his time coaching you.

There's no money to take
our whole team to Kingston

and he's definitely
taking you, so.

I'm saying you need to help me
make sure I'm going too.

- There is nothing
I can do about that.

- Tell him you need me
to spar with.

Carry your fucking jock strap,
I don't care.

- And...
why would I wanna do that?

- Because man,
you're not so bad.

You do this for me,
I'll look after you.

My brothers got these parties
they go to.

You bring me, I'll bring you.

(chuckling): Alright,
sounds good.

(water running)

- Thanks, Coach.
- Bye.

(intriguing music)

(intriguing music continues)

(sonar ringing)

- You sure we're not far enough?

- I think so.

(sonar ringing insistently)

(suspenseful music)

- Let's move.

- The Bahamas are the perfect
vacation destination.

Exuma Cays Land and Sea Park

is a perfect example
of a Garden of Eden.

- Fuck you.

(sighing)
And fuck you too.

(chains rattling)
(muttering): Jesus.

(plastic thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(chains rattling)

(grunts)

Shit. Shit, shit.

(groaning)
Goddamn it.

(sighing)

(suspenseful music continues)

Bahamas, baby.

(grunting)

- No hands, no feet.
(sighing)

Face is mutilated beyond
recognition.

That was a professional hit.

- Yeah, this level of violence,
I tend to agree.

So, let's put
our thinking caps on here

and say it's connected
to the drug pipeline.

What else have we got?

- Given the damage,
time spent in the water,

time of death is murky,
but it wasn't down there long.

- Anything identifiable?

- The dental appliance found
in the throat cavity.

We're awaiting further analysis,

but the coroner thinks that
there will be a serial number

that we can identify
and that it likely...

fell down his throat when
they were taking out his teeth.

- Or you could just tell us
it's Tommy Hawley,

and save us all
a lot of trouble.

- Yeah, does Tommy have a...
a tooth like this?

- You know, if I could
identify the body,

I would identify the body,
but the body is unrecognizable.

- The profile matches Hawley.

You said you were worried
about him.

- I said that I couldn't get
in touch with him.

I am not sure that this is him.

(deep inhale)

- So, I guess, we wait to see
what the implant gives us.

(office phone ringing)

Well, I'm going back out.

- What?
(stammering): What, you going--

(chuckling)
How long you got them for?

- As long as it takes.

While it's on the border's dime,

might as well get our
money's worth, right Charlie?

- Yes, of course.

- You-you already got the body.
What are you looking for?

- I don't know. Anything?

Uh, tools, weapons,

whatever was tossed
into the water

the same place the body
was found?

Anything to identify the body.

That's what we're trying
to do here, right?

Identify this person,
find out who did it?

(scoffing)

Call me if you hear from Hawley.

(office din)

(indiscernible chatter)

(sniffling)

(sighing)

- Well.

How you think things
are going here, son?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Well, let me lay it
out for you.

That woman...

clear as day to me,

thinks that you're involved
in this.

- I'm not.
- Is this Tommy?

- I don't know.

- Where'd you go after my party?

You-you you just,
sort of snuck out.

- Yeah, well...
I went to go see my--

- You were supposed to be
drinking with me and my buddies.

And if you
weren't gonna do that,

you damn well
should've been home.

- Charlie, I--
- No, you made a promise to me.

When you asked
for my daughter's hand...

and you broke that promise
when you were not there,

and she got hurt.

- I fucked up.

I'm sorry.

- Family...

has to always come first.

You sort this shit out.

(dissipating footsteps)

(sighing)
- We're gonna die.

(police sirens afar)
- Yes, we are. Just not today.

(heavy breathing)

- I can't breathe. I can't...

- What's going on?
- I have a...

(heavy breathing)
...have chest pain and...

Oh, I think I'm having
a heart attack.

- No, no, no,
it's just an anxiety attack.

Okay? You'll be fine,
you'll be fine.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.
(heavy breathing)

(deep exhale)

And then one more.
(deep inhale, exhale)

We're gonna live.

Zeke's right.
We have to go to May,

so what we're gonna do is,
we're gonna take out all

the money from the crypto
accounts. Okay? All of it.

- Yeah, but this town probably
only has one terminal.

- Yeah, then we're gonna
drain it. Let's go.

- Okay, but won't that
look suspicious?

- Yeah, and we'll be long
gone by then.

Hopefully, on the other side
of the border.

(Miles exhaling)
Okay.

I need you to be my wingman
on this, alright?

I need you to be stone cold
like Steve Austin.

Can you do that? Yeah.

- Yes, I...uh, I think so.

- Okay, good.

(indiscernible chatter)

What?
(stammering): I-it's just...

you said something about a cut.

(heavy breathing)
What's ours?

Mine and Ruby? I mean,
we're-we're your workers, right?

I mean, well, we're partners
and I think we should...

get a cut and the idea kinda did
start with me, so I just--

- You still don't fucking
get it, do you?

You think you and Ruby can
just walk away

with a fistful of drug money and
nobody's gonna come find you?

Mmh?

Like it or not,
we're together now.

(tense music)
Alright?

You need me to fix this for you

or everybody ends up at
the bottom of a fucking river.

Do you get me, Miles?

- Yes, absolutely.
(phone ringing)

Sorry about that.

Who keeps calling you?
- It's none of your business.

(police sirens afar)

(staticky voice): Tommy Hawley,
please leave a message.

(muttering): Pick up
the fucking phone, asshole.

I'm trying to help you.

Did you not understand that?

(tense music continues)

(phone slamming)

- We good?
- Oh, yeah.

- Good shit.

What's this?
- Hey!

Jackie Robinson. 56.

- Holy, bitch.
This is worth something, man.

You ever heard
of Dark Matter Comics?

They buy stuff like this.

- Yeah. Coach gave it to me.

- Really?

Holy shit.

Alright, jeez.

- So what'd you wanna show me
anyway?

(chuckling)
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
(laughing)

Why don't your parents
ever come watch you box?

- Why don't yours?

- My brothers do. Sometimes.

- They look nothing like you.

(city din)
- Yeah, no shit.

We're all foster kids. Mmh.

I guess my parents get paid
to look after kids like us.

- Yeah, mine don't come
'cause they hate me.

(chuckling): Come on.
- I'm serious.

- They flat out hate you?

- It's my fault my brother
got killed.

- He got hit by a drunk driver.
How is that your fault?

- I was supposed to be with him.

I was like, sitting in my room
reading or whatever and...

(sighing)
He was waiting for me.

After a while he just said:
"Fuck it, and left."

I mean, I heard the sirens
from my room, but...

I never thought...

...just never occurred to me.

So, yeah, they hate me

and there's nothing
I can do about it.

- Fuck them then.

It wasn't your fault.

- Yeah.
Yeah, fuck them, I guess.

- Has coach said anything
about me going to regionals?

- Oh. No.

I mean, he doesn't really talk
to me about that kind of stuff.

- I get why coach thinks
your a big deal, but...

what's with all
the extra training?

- He just wants me to focus
without distractions.

- Every Friday night?

(intriguing music)
Alone.

You know how that looks, right?

- Oh, fuck off.

(intriguing music continues)

(truck engine rumbling)

- Tommy!

Tommy, you open
this goddamn door,

or I swear to shit,
I'm gonna kick it in.

- Henry?

(muffled): Henry, is that you?

- Ruby?
- Henry! Henry, help!

(suspenseful music)

Henry! I'm in here!

Henry! Henry, help!

- Ruby, open the door.

- Henry, help, help! Help!
(chains rattling)

Ow!
(Henry): Open the door, Ruby.

- I can't fucking reach it!

- Get back from the door, Ruby.

(chains rattling)

(door shutting)

- What is going on here?

- It-it wasn't my idea,
they're making me do this.

(muttering): I'm gonna kill-I'm
gonna kill him.

I'm gonna kill him.

(chuckling)
Fucking...

(door opening)

- Wasn't really expecting you,
Hank.

- What?

Is this what you're doing now?

Is this what you're,
you're chaining up kids, Liv?

That's Pete's daughter.

- It's complicated.
- It's Pete's daughter.

It's not more complicated.

- A little complicated.

(sighing): Just put that down
before you hurt yourself.

- No.

- Okay.

Are those the drugs?

That you've had?

What, this entire time?

Yeah? Ruby?
(Liv laughing)

- I guess it's not
that complicated.

- Yeah, it's not that
complicated because it's Tommy.

It's never complicated,
it's always very simple.

He goes off the plan,
he dumps Silas in the river

because he doesn't need
to fake his own death,

he has his drugs back.

- Uh, who's Silas?

- Yeah, okay,
you have been lying to me.

You lied to me, Ruby.

Almost as long as they have.

So now I'm gonna ask
you questions.

Okay, I'm not your buddy.
I'm a police officer.

So I'm gonna ask you questions
and you are gonna be truthful,

do you understand?

Did you and Miles set up, Steve?

- No, no, no.
We, we didn't set him up--

- But you have his drugs,
so explain to me--

- Okay, well he was kind of
already dead, so.

- Okay. Um.

Do you have any idea
the massive pile of shit

that you have stepped in here?

Yeah, no, it's bad.
I-I'm not done.

(Liv): Please, you know it
wasn't Tommy.

- This. Is. Tommy.

It's 100 % Tommy, but I'm gonna
tell you right now,

you're not much better.

- He's not going to jail again,
Henry.

- He's going to jail
and so are you.

When all of this is over,
so are--

- I won't let you do that.

You don't really need both
your feet, do you?

- No! I don't need both.
Are you gonna shoot me
with the safety on, Liv?

- There's no fucking safety
on this--

Here's what's gonna
fucking happen.

- Fucking bastard!

- You are going to unchain that
child from the fucking wall,

and then we're gonna stay
right here,

because everything
in this room is evidence.

And then, when Tommy comes back,

I'm gonna punch him in the nose,
I'm gonna kick him in the dick,

and then the two
of you are going to jail.

- I know you.
You wouldn't do that.

- Huh? I wouldn't? Why?

- You owe him.

- I did, yeah.

Maybe I do.
But...

I don't care anymore.

(tense music continues)

- Looking forward to Friday.
(chuckling)

- Yeah, I don't think I'll be
able to make it this week.

I got a school project
I need to work on.

Oh, and out of curiosity,
is Tommy going to regionals?

- No, he's not ready.

Maybe you're not ready either.

(suspenseful music)

- Or I don't know. Who knows?

Get your priorities straight
and, um...

...and then you can go.

Mmh? Your call.

- Yeah, um...

...maybe if I work on that
project tonight.

Maybe I can...
maybe I can still make Friday.

- It's whatever you think.

(dissipating footsteps)

(door shutting)

(water running)

- Hey, what the fuck's going on
with you and Coach?

- Nothing.
- Bullshit.

Is he picking on you?

Listen, tell him to fuck off.

Stand up for yourself.

- You don't know.
- Don't know what?

You his bum boy or something?

(groaning)

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Charlie): Dental appliance,
mmh?

- False tooth,
that's what I mean.

We found a false tooth.
- Okay.

- It came back
to a Thomas Hawley,

low-level smuggler,
long rap sheet.

- Tommy.
- You know him?

- Yeah, yeah, I know him. Damn.

So someone went to a lot
of trouble

to make sure
he wasn't identified,

but the I'D on this...

(paper rustling)
...on this false tooth.

You think that's concrete?

- There's a serial number.
Yeah. It's concrete.

- Alright. Okay. Thanks.
Uh, good work.

(suspenseful music continues)

- So, you just cross the river
like that whenever you want?

(sighing): Yeah, you just
gotta know what spots to avoid.

- That's cool.
- Yeah.

(car engine running)

(bag zipping)
Are you ready?

(sighing)
- Huh, not really.

(whispering): They're gonna
kill us.

- I'll watch out for you.

(approaching footsteps)

- Ah, Tommy.
How's the tummy ache?

(sighing)
Come on then.

Get out the way.

(imitating British accent):
Come on then.

You sidestep Duke and New York
and go into the retail business

with me and Miles and
your profit margins go up 40%.

- Or how's about I just kill
the fucking pair of you?

- Indelicate as always,
but he does have a point.

- It's a great point.

I'm glad you brought that up.

That brings up two things
for me.

Uh, thing number one is,

I don't know if building
an online business

on a dark web
is in your skill set, Gaz,

but Miles over here,
he's already built one,

he's running one,
and he can keep it running.

(clock ticking)

- You said two things.

- Point number two is,
Silas.

You remember him?

He's like a son to Duke?

Uh, word is he's gone missing,

and I don't know what you
were gonna tell Duke

about this sudden disappearance,
but funny thing about that,

May, is that I have his body.

And I can make it magically
reappear whenever I want.

Pretty fucking rude
to just dump it in the forest

like that, Chaz.

(muttering): I told you
the river.

- Sorry, ma'am.

- If anything happens
to me or him,

Silas' body gets sent to Duke.

But this is a peace talk.

I'm just being creative
over here.

Uh, I know I fucked up about
losing the drugs

in the first place,
but I was robbed.

- By this one's mate?

- By, no, Miles, Miles had
no idea what that shithead Steve

was, was up to
and that's not important.

What's important is that Miles
and I have your product,

we had no intentions
of keeping it.

We want to move it.

(gun clanking)
Okay, look. Show it to her.

(bills rustling)

Look.

Take a cold shower.

This is yours. Okay?

You've already made a profit
on the 20% that we've moved.

And there's way more to go.

You'll notice that it,
it's in American.

(clock ticking)

- Dark Web, yeah?

(playful music)
- Um... yeah, uh, yes, ma'am.

(May): Hmm.

- What the hell was all that
about that dead guy?

And she, she stabbed you?

- I can't believe
that fucking worked.

It's better to be stabbed
in the front

than stabbed in the back
like what happened with you.

- What are you talking about?
- Dark Matter Comics,

this little business
partner of yours?

We'll straighten that up.
Don't worry.

Hey, uh, I gotta, I gotta take
care of something.

So why don't you go in the car
and I'll meet you there?

- Yeah.
- Good work, Miles.

(suspenseful music)

(muttering): Where is it?
Fucking May.

Stupid fucking bitch.

(groaning)
Okay.

(wooden doors opening)

(door opening)

(chains rattling)
Shh, hey.

I'm not here to hurt you, okay?
May I?

- What the fuck?

- You're gonna use these
to get out, okay?

When you get a chance.

- What are you talking about?
Get me out now!

- You sit back down.
I come visit and you escape,

you don't think they're gonna
put two and two together?

Okay, look, May wants to cut
ties with New York, alright?

Silas was just the beginning.
You're next. And then Duke.

She's not gonna stop until
you're all dead. Yeah?

I gave her a little plan.

I pitched her something
and it's complete bullshit

because that bitch tried
to fucking kill me.

Alright? I wanna go back
to the way it was

before she came to the islands.

- Duke's never gonna go
for that.

- He will go for that

because you're gonna tell him
about Silas, alright?

And I'm working with
this kid, he's...

he's a money maker, okay?

Duke's really gonna wanna hear
what I have to say.

(thudding afar)
Ah, fuck.

Okay, tell Duke to meet me
at the Heron.

Alright? And we'll get rid
of May together.

(suspenseful music)

(bats squeaking)

- Oh, what are you doing?

(chains rattling)

- Nothing.

- What happened to your gag?

- Slipped out.

- Right.

Girls like video games, yeah?

- Yeah. I like video games.

But I told you, I don't really
like being called 'girl.'

(heavy breathing): Me neither.

(chuckling)

(stammering): I-I-I-I've got
a system in me room.

I'll bring it.

(chuckling)
We can play.

- Yeah, okay, Chaz.

- Today's a really good day.

- Mm-hmm.

(pensive music)

(seagulls cawing)

- What the hell is that?

(intriguing music)

(groaning)

- Honestly, I lost the key.

I would've been more than happy
to show you these documents--

- Shh!
Does the POA match the will?

- Wait.
It says...

my share is held in trust
until 18.

- You, you're 18.

- Well, yeah, I'm older than 18.

I'm older than 18, Walt.

(stammering): Yeah-yeah,
it's been so busy,

I was always gonna
square this up.

You also told me it was 60-40.
60 for you and 40 for my dad.

- Look--
- That's not what
that says over here.

It's the other way around.

- Well, well,
you were very young.

After your father passed,
I needed to--

- You just thought you could
skim as much of the profits

as you wanted from me and what?
I'd never notice?

- Whoops, busted.

- No-no, it's more complicated
than that.

- Don't worry.

We'll make sure you have
an opportunity to make it right.

(stammering): There was overhead
and property taxes--

- No, no, no. That's cool.

That's cool. You know,
we'll go over everything,

and whatever you owe,
you can just pay back.

- Yeah, you might have to work
pro bono for a little while.

Kinda like Miles did,
but I'm sure

you don't have a problem
with that, do you Walt?

- From now on we're running
the books together.

And there might be some
large cash infusions

coming in the future,

so, uh, we'll just run
that through the company.

- Yeah. Comic book business

is about to become
very profitable.

Of course, you won't see any
of those profits personally.

But, I think you're gonna be
okay with that.

- It'll be fine.

- Yeah. I think it'll be fine.

Should we get to work?

- Let's do it.
- Right.

- You think you're so different
from Tommy, but you're not.

- Well, I think that I'm a cop.

And he's the...

exact opposite of a cop.
So.

I actually think that
we're pretty different.

- Mmh. Well, that's not how
I remember it.

- Okay.
Not how it used to be when
we were growing up, Henry.

(sighing)

Do you think about what maybe
would have happened if...

Tommy and I
hadn't started talking?

(Henry): Never.
(Liv): Never?

- Not since I was like...

a kid.

- Well, I'm sorry
for how that all went down.

If it means anything anymore--

- What are you doing?

- I just--
- What are you doing?

Why are you bringing
this shit up, Olivia?

- This is my life.
This is-this is where I live.

And you are from here too.
And Tommy...

...you were there for him
when he needed you,

and he was there for you.

You could bark at us,

Mr. Officer of the fucking law,
all you want

but the fact is me and you
and him...

...there's a history.

And no matter
where our lives led,

you can't just pretend it
doesn't exist, Hank.

- Oh, yeah?
(phone ringing and buzzing)

(clearing throat):
yeah, Charlie.

- Yeah, Ross found
something else.

Another body.

At the same spot.

Looks like it's been down there
a long time.

They found it in a punching bag.

One of those heavy bags
they use in boxing gyms?

(sniffling)
- I wanna go home.

- Come on. Just help me
set up this new bag.

- Henry? You hearing me, son?

- Yeah.

- This is a whole other
thing now.

You gotta get yourself ready
for the questions

that are gonna come of that.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Yeah.

- I don't wanna do
this anymore.

(sighing)

- Look, look.
I know, you're tired.

We've been training a lot,

but help me set up
the new bag and...

(echoing): We'll have a couple
of drinks...

(Charlie): I'm sorry, son.

I guess nothing stays

in the bottom of that
river forever.

- I'll be in soon.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You're not doing anything wrong.

This is completely natural. Mmh?

And you enjoy it.
(chuckling)

I know you do.

I do too.

- Hey, Coach.

(tense music)
Me and Henry are leaving.

- Tommy, get the fuck out
of here.

(Tommy): Or what?

- Don't fucking talk to me
like that, you little prick.

- You leave Henry alone

or the whole town's gonna
know what you really are.

A dirty pedo.

- You think you're tough?

Fucking nothing.

(tense music swells)

(heavy breathing)
(groaning)

- Get off me!

- Ow!

(grunting, panting)

Listen, you are never
getting away from me, yeah?

You hear me--
(metal clanging)

(groaning)

(whimpering)
(squelching)

Man!

(metal clanging)

- Okay, he's dead! He's dead.

Hey, he's dead.

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music)

(heavy breathing)

(panting)

We've gotta clean this up.

We have to put him in the river.

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(groaning)

(chains rattling)

(suspenseful music swells)

(chains rattling)

(music fades out)

- Gotta wait on forensics,
of course,

but betcha dollars to donuts,

I know who you found
in the river.

(intriguing music)
That's David Fernsby's ring.

- The boxing coach?

The one who trained
Tommy, Pete, and Wade?

- Yeah, he won't that
in the National Tournament.

The town was so proud our boy
brought it back home.

- And what happened to him?
- Hmm, he disappeared

20... five years ago?

- And he's been in the river
that entire time?

- Till now, yeah.

- Jesus, this fucking place.

You paint it like a postcard,
but underneath everything...

...just skeletons.

I want everything you
have on David Fernsby.

- Okay.
- And...

we need to talk with Henry!
(Charlie): Will do.

(intriguing music continues)
- Ah, shit. Henry's here.

What are you gonna do?

(sighing)

- Okay, just, uh...

stay in the car.
- Why?

- He looks like
he wants to fight.

(intriguing music continues)

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