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- Previously on "Briarpatch."

This is Miss Daphne Owens.
She balances the books.

- If you wanted Brattle to know
that you were cooperating,

congratulations.

- I had no idea that Brattle
would send his boys after you.

- He's a psychopath,
and you want him here?

- That's Anatol driving.
He's a good boy.

- Jake has done
some terrible things.

I'm gonna give you some advice

do not believe a word
Jake Spivey says.

- Hey, Lalo.

Since when are you
Border Patrol?

- Just take it easy
on the people.

- I had José over there
buy out the store.

- Is he the only guard
you brought with you?

- You had to cut your own path
in this world,

but look at you now.

A host of armed narcos
to protect you.

- Brattle's into mind games.

Clyde Brattle
dropped me off here

because he knows
my history with Jake,

and he wanted me on his side.

- Your story's a sham.

You will clear
Felicity Dill's name.

Retract this article.

- It was Raytek.
She fed me the story.

- We have to talk.
Meet me in Packingtown.

- Whatever it is, Brattle
wanted me to see it, too.

- You shouldn't
have come here.

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- What's good here?

Kidding.

Cheeseburger, fries, please.

Thank you.

- What?

- How long did you have to wait

for your little prank
to pay off, huh?

Hours?
Days?

- Fuck off, dude.
It was worth it.

- Ah,
of course you know the value.

Well, let's have a little chat

about investment versus reward,
shall we?

May I?

Now...

this establishment
has plenty of salt,

and these are far from my
only pair of Italian loafers.

So...

The lasting impact
of your action

is practically nil.

As for your return, well,

I suppose it depends on
how highly you rate a chuckle.

- Dude, step the fuck off,
okay?

- Young man, I'm trying
to help you.

If you want to make
a difference in this world,

you can do better
than distraction.

What you need...

is an accelerant.

- What the fuck?

- No, no.
Please stay.

What is the one thing
you have in abundance?

It's time.

Youth is nature's purest
and most fleeting resource.

It burns brighter
than magnesium.

Do you mind?

That's good.

Of course,
youth doesn't make you unique.

What makes you special
is what you don't have.

Care to guess what that is?

What you don't have,
my bedwetting little friend,

is a single thing to lose.

That's what makes you
interesting.

That's what makes you valuable.

All the fury you feelput it
into action, not reaction,

and watch the world tremble.

- Hey.

Who are you?

- Oh, did you not understand?

I am the accelerant.

See you around.

- You wanna give me
a raw hide?

Ooh, ride, cowboy, ride!
Yee-haw!

- I am hearing reports
of fires, looting,

in Packingtown.

Keep the calls coming, folks.

I will lead you
through this long night.

I will be your eye.

It's probably just a brownout.

- Lalo, what are you doing
with these people?

Sweetie.

Are you okay?

- They're migrants.
They crossed over.

And instead of tossing them
back to Mexico,

I decided to help them.

- This isn't your job.

- My job, Allegra?

You know what my job
expects me to do?

Burn blankets, pour out water.

Where am I supposed
to take these people,

some fucking government camp?

- This is human trafficking.

- You might not believe it,
but there are people out there

who would do anything
to live in this town.

- Felicity found out
about this, didn't she?

You're not a savior, Lalo.

Somebody is bankrolling you.
Tell me who.

Mariposa!
- Papi!

- Mija!

- Jake is behind this.

It's all Jake.

Take me to him.

- Jake is not a bad guy.

- Without Jake,
I wouldn't have my girl here.

I wouldn't be here.

You know, I'm not even
a real guard.

None of us are.

I'm a plumber.

See, six months ago, I tried
to cross for the third time.

I have a brother who lives
in Atlanta.

Lalohe caught me,
but instead of sending me back,

he brought me
to the slaughterhouse

and offered me a job.

- As Jake's security?

- Yes, he said that
someone might try to kill him,

but that it was all just
for show, to look strong.

Señora,
I have never even fired this.

- The people I just saw
those are your families?

- Lalo started bringing them
to us two months ago.

Jake wants us to be happy.

- You're fake guards.

What happens
if he really gets attacked?

- Jake says that nothing bad
is going to happen,

and I believe him.

- Maybe you shouldn't.

- Right on time.

Come and get me,
you old bastard.

Boys!

- There are eight of them.
Armed.

- Yeah.

I knew it was old Clyde
when the power blew.

Well, this is it.

- Mr. Spivey,
I've done things like this,

but the othersthey haven't.

Rodrigo,

everything's copacetic.

All you have to do
is hold the line a spell.

Papa just called the cavalry.

- Car 519, reporting
to Bains Mansion.

Are we getting any backup?

- Negative.
Hold your position.

- Captain Colder?
What are you doing here?

- Did you guys stop
to get your hair done?

There are armed men
climbing the back fence.

This place is a powder keg.

- The whole town's gone dark,
Colder.

There's a bonfire burning
on Our Jack Street

and someone tried
to rob the blood bank.

We're not equipped
for this.

- Where's the Chief?

- She's running point
at the switching station.

Someone snuck in there
and blew the transformers.

This whole thing was planned.
It's gonna be hours

- Nobody enters this property
without my say-so.

Do you hear me?

- Well,
we could sweep the perimeter.

There could still
be innocents inside.

- In there?
Not likely.

Stay put.
Just do as I say.

- Captain?
Where are you going?

- Pull over here.

- Here?
This is the back.

- Trust me,
I can find my way in.

This isn't a social call.

- Let me come with you.

- No, get back
to your daughter.

Go.

- Heads up, eyes up.

This here's what we've
been waiting for, boys.

The enemy is at the gate,
and he

Well, he's pissed.

But listen,
we got this.

I've been on rooftops
in Fallujah,

back alleys in Homs,

but I never wavered
and I always survived,

and you wanna know why?

'Cause once the shooting
starts, things get real quiet.

Up here, I mean.

- Chief, there are shots fired
here at Bains Mansion.

We could engage,
but Captain Colder

told us to stay put.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Gene Colder's there?

- Suddenly, it don't matter
who you're doing it for,

or what flag you're flying,

or all that mess
your mama told you

about being good
and doing right.

The only thing that matters

is that you got
a big-ass gun in your hand,

and as long as you keep it
pointed in the right direction,

you got a puncher's chance
at making it out.

So if it be a sin
to covet honor,

well, boys,

I am the most sinful
motherfucker alive.

What?

- What did you do to her?

- Pick, I'm always happy
to see you,

but

- The brewery?
These men?

Felicity found out about it.
What did you do to her?

- Oh, Jesus, Pick, now?

No, really

Brattle's here to kill me,
all right?

Can I handle him
and then we'll talk?

All right.
Vámonos, boys, let's go.

Come on.

- These men aren't real guards.

You're leading them
into a slaughter.

- Damn it, where is she?
Oh, will you relax?

Believe it or not,
I have a plan.

- When you have a plan,
people get hurt.

- Look, if you got something
to say, you better say it.

- Did you kill my sister?

Fuck you, Pick.

Hey!

Jake?
God damn it!

- Cheese ball?

Sorry about the AC.

Emergency generator
can't take it.

- Do you have the code?
- Do you have a death wish?

- How did you get wrapped up
in this?

- I wrapped myself.
I work for Jake.

- Is that what you call it?

- Bitch, please.
I'm his attorney.

And his...

whatever.

Look, it was fun at first.

All my 3L friends at Baylor

took jobs
at white-shoe law firms.

Not for me.

I don't want
to wear shoes at all.

- How's that working out
for you?

- I'd say corporate work

is looking better and better
all the time.

- He ever mention my sister?

- The only Dill
he ever talks about is you.

You guys childhood sweethearts
or something?

- Just friends.

Old friends.

- Mm.
I know how that goes.

You guys fucked, right?
That one summer by the lake?

- It wasn't like that.

But he did fuck me over.

I wound up in prison.

- That's dark.

I get it.

- Get what?
- The deal with you two.

You're family.

- Give me that bottle.

- Señor.

Spivey, get down.

- Bastard!

Just a little bit longer.

- So what happened?

- Well, I've been trying to
figure that out for 12 years.

- We might be in here
for another 12, so...

- I was working in a stringer
for a wire service in D.C.

The thing about working as
a reporter

in a place like that is,

you can drive a truck
in the space

between the stories you know
to be true

and the stories you're allowed
to write.

- Like, censorship, or...?

- No, there's just a code.

News can go in the papers,

open secrets can be whispered
in bars, but actual secrets?

They can be stabbed
into someone's back.

- And you found one.

A weapon.

- There was a congressman
from Florida.

Been there for decades.

Everyone knew he had a thing
for interns,

but no one was allowed
to write about it.

- And you told Jake?

- He was just back from Iraq,
and he came to visit.

We tied one on,

and he was running his mouth
about why didn't I come home

and I was telling him

that bastards
are the same everywhere,

using money to buy power

power to crush everyone else.

- And you decided
to expose the guy.

- No.

Are you paying attention?

We decided to use the weapon.

- Blackmail.

And you got caught?

- Turns out bastards aren't
quite the same everywhere.

They get smarter
the higher they climb.

- And how did Jake get off?

He didn't, did he?
You took the fall.

Why?

- I had my reasons.

- To the members
of not-at-all exclusive club

of people fucked over
by John Jacob Spivey.

If we survive this, we could
probably make T-shirts.

- Easy, easy, easy,
let's talk about this.

Listen to me.
Just put it down, okay?

Justjust put it down.

- What the

- You think he's still alive?

- Yes.

The only person Jake knows
how to protect is himself.

Here's what
I don't understand.

He's flashing cash.

He's got caviar and coke
in the fridge.

So why does he need to smuggle
guards in from Mexico?

Why not hire killers
like Brattle?

- Look around.
What do you see?

- Uh

bulk food, off-brand liquor,
generic processed crap.

Oh, my God, he's

- Broke, yeah.

Ah.

Anatol, right?

Well, you must be the new me.

- There's only one me.

- That's what Clyde
wants you to think.

Well, let's find out.

- I don't know what I was
thinking, sticking around.

- But he made millions
selling weapons with Brattle.

Where'd it all go?

- Shell companies,
real estate deals.

- That can't proceed
unless he gets immunity.

Because it'll be seized
by the IRS.

Half of Packingtown belongs
to Durango Global.

That's Jake.

So why was he playing
everything so coy?

What's he trying to prove?

- All I know is, there are
only two people in the world

who matter to Jake Spivey.

- Well, it's pretty clear

that Brattle's
still in his head.

- Are you really gonna make me
say who the other person is?

- Let me out of here, Daffy.

- Hey.

You'll want this.

Tell him I quit, okay?

I would never do anything
to hurt you.

- How bad is it?
- Oh, I've had worse.

- Okay.

All right.

- Ay-ay-ay-ay, hold on.

Oh, I screwed up, Pick.

Nobody was supposed
to get hurt.

Lalo was running something
in one of my buildings,

and when I found out,

we realized
we could help each other.

So he brought me my guys,

and I did what I could.

- And Felicity?

- She knew people deserved
a chance to be happy.

Make a life, start over.

- Or get gunned down
defending a broke fool.

- That wasn't supposed
to happen.

- Who are you
to play God like that?

- Oh, who are you, Pick?

With your fire engine suit,
your little fuck-you heels.

You're a walking advertisement

for that lady
you always wanted to be,

but I know you,
and I know all about

when the inside and outside
don't match up.

It ain't like that
with guys like Clyde.

- Saw him.
- What?

Why didn't you

- He wants your deal, Jake.
From the senator.

- Yeah, bullshit.

- He picked me up
off the street

and dropped me off
at the slaughterhouse.

He knew what you were doing,
and he wanted me to know, too.

- Yeah, well, he's trying
to drive a wedge between us.

That's Clyde.

- Exactly.

Mind games are his style,
not all...this.

- Clyde's a buzzard, Pick.

He swoops in
after the killing's done.

But now, it's...

I don't know, it's crickets.
I don't get it.

- That's because
this wasn't the target.

It was a distraction.

And I fell for it.

He doesn't want
to kill you, Jake.

He wants to expose you,
ruin you.

I know where he is.

- Hey, now, Pick.

Don't go cleaning up
my mess for me.

- Why stop now?

- Corran, corran!

- Friends, we are
in uncharted territory now.

Like one of those ancient maps
that reads,

"Here be monsters."

But that's wrong.

The monsters have
always been here among us.

We fool ourselves
into thinking

that we can control them,
cage them.

And then a monster
unshackles itself,

and it sneaks into your home,

and then
he turns out the lights.

- Jesus.

- For Christ's sakes, Gene.
Where have you been?

Taking a tinkle?

This man's home
was under assault.

- Chief, I was securing
the perimeter.

- Well, I'd check the perimeter

between your skull
and your asshole,

'cause there's gotta be
a brain-sized breach in there.

It's a homicide cop's dream
out there, Gene.

I count at least six bodies,

every last one of them
dropped by Mr. Spivey here,

a true, blue, Texan
who stood his ground.

- Chief, I saw his guards.

- Did you know Mr. Spivey
is a veteran, Gene?

Instead of dribbling
over his expensive carpet,

won't you thank him for
his service and be on your way?

Lot of paperwork tonight,

and unless P&E
gets their shit together,

you're gonna be doing it
by candlelight.

- Thank you for your serv

- Good night, Gene.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Where were you?

- Well, Brattle attacked
the power grid, Jake.

I don't know if you can tell
from inside Xanadu,

but it's goddamn
judgment night out there,

and this entire town's
been found severely lacking.

- Oh, well, you know what else
was severely lacking

was the backup I was promised.

You know, a man died tonight
because of you.

- Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.
Don't you put that on me.

You served, same as I did.
We understand chain of command.

You have men following you,

you sure as hell better
lead them away from high water.

Need you to get to the brewery.

- Why?
What'd you do now?

- Brattle knows.
- Jesus.

Christ, Jake, don't tell me
anybody's still in there.

Well, I'll do what I can,

but I'm responsible
for more people than just you.

- Yeah, but hey, we had a deal.

- And I don't welch.

We'll get another chance
at him.

- But when?

I got too much sunk into this
to slow down now.

- Oh, honey, you ever see me
behind the wheel?

When things get bumpy
is when I hit the gas.

- Mari!

- I got you.
Are you okay?

I got her.
Come on.

See you over there.
Here, girls.

- Mirna.

- The cops will be here soon.
It's not safe.

But if you follow me,

I can take you to someplace
that you can hide out,

at least until the morning.

- Why should we trust you?

- Because I can help.

- We'll take care of ourselves.

Vámonos!

- Lalo, tell them to stop.
Tell them it's not safe.

- Why would they believe me?
I told them it was.

I said that I'd take of them.

Everything I told them
was a lie.

- You should go, too.
The cops are gonna be

- No, no, I'm staying.

I can spin them
some bullshit story.

The evidence
is burned, anyways.

Just like you taught me
in the patrol.

- This was all Jake.

This was
- It was my idea.

It was me.

I thought I could do better.

Beat the system,
keep the families together.

They almost died because of me.

I couldn't fix it.
Let me fix this.

- You ever have one
of those days?

- I'm sorry?

- I woke up this morning
in a van,

sleeping across the seats.

I try and stay limber

calisthenics, core work
but even that has limits.

- Listen, I can't

- And where do I find myself
when I wake up?

San Bonifacio, Texas,

a town so backward

the Sun may as well rise
in the west.

- Who are you?

- The only reason I'm spending
more than a heartbeat here

is to ruin someone's life.

You got in the way
of that tonight,

so I need something else,

something vicious

that will leave a mark,

something that can't
be washed away.

Thank you.

My boy.

Thank you for being
that something.

- Hey, y'all.

Daylight come and me wanna
go home with you.

Oh.

This little piggy's
getting sleepy, y'all.

I'm ready to go back home.

- Now I have to fix this.

- You'll never win,
Algebra Capone.

Your scheme, like your math,
is too complicated.

- Don't be obtuse, Lateral.

You just haven't...
worked it out yet.

- The plasma,

as well as the dignity
of the bank's only employee,

has yet to be recovered.

One moment.

I'm being told by my sources
inside the department

that Police Chief Raytek
is about to deliver

some live remarks
about last night's blackout.

Stay tuned for live coverage,
only on Channel 8.

- I was at the hospital
helping out.

Laffter's alive, by the way.

If that diet couldn't kill him,
what chance did we have?

- Good morning.

Thank you all for coming.

That was a rough night
for our town,

but it's a new morning,

and I am proud
to be standing before you

representing the fine police
officers and first responders

who acquitted themselves
brilliantly

when the power went out.

I also join you
in mourning the loss of...

a heroic Border Patrol officer
who perished in the chaos,

Eduardo "Lalo" Levantes.

- Lalo.

- Now, many of you
have questions.

I'm sure some of you
are probably angry.

I'll tell you what

I'm angry, too.

What I saw last night
was something

many of you've known
for a long time

that there are two
San Bonafacios,

one for the haves,
one for the have-nots.

And the haves,

they weathered the storm
in comfort and splendor.

There wasn't even time for the
ice in their cocktails to melt

before their emergency
generators kicked in.

Rest of us?

We had to deal with the heat,

the violence,

the desperation
of our neighbors.

Scared, in the dark.

That's not fair.
This has to change.

- Oh, there's something else.
- Wait.

- You know, there's a nickname
for our town,

one I won't repeat,

but do you know
what's really a disgrace?

The fact
that our so-called leaders

were nowhere to be seen
last night.

- What is she doing?

- For too long,
the fat cats of San Bonifacio

have profited off the sweat
of the working man.

And woman.
I see you, ladies.

- Hi!

- Big Tony Salazar
and his cronies

they use City Hall
as a piggy bank.

It's time for change.

The lights are back on,
but I want to see them shine.

That's why I'm announcing

my candidacy
for November's election.

I want to be mayor
for all of San Bonifacio.

Let's move this city forward,
together!

- Why now?
What is she up to?

- I was trying to tell you.

She's the one
that planted the story

in the newspaper
about Felicity.

It was her.

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