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Previously on "Briarpatch"...

We have to talk. Meet me in Packingtown.

The boss wants a meeting
with your candy-ass senator.

Well, the senator is meeting
with a homicidal monster,

so it has to be someplace secret.

How did you get wrapped up in this?

I'm his attorney.

You just announced your
candidacy for mayor.

Mayor Salazar is a friend.

When you come to me for a favor,

make sure you bring something
of equal or greater value to exchange.

You ever deal with the Bains boy?

Candy Bar? Oh, no.

He gave up his inheritance, this house,

and he went just plain loco.

Bitch, my gang will fuck you up.

You're not a gang. You're just bored.

Let's finish this.

You and I are gonna catch Clyde Brattle.

You, me, and what army?

We hatched ourselves a plan.

He'd buy up as much of
Packingtown as he could.

I'd run for mayor

to make something
worthwhile out of it all.

I know what you are, Gene.
You're a contract killer.

Felicity's boyfriend did kill her.

And it was you.

Dad...

We're going too fast.

Mom, can't you hear me?

We're going too fast. Fast...

We're going too...

Why can't you understand this?

It isn't up to you, kid.

I decide how fast we go.

Felicity?

Pick?

♪ Candido ♪

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Captain Colder!

A drink.

Oh, uh... no, thanks.

I don't...

okay.

To endings.

Ah.

With Jake Spivey taken care of,

our business here for
the moment is concluded.

I'm sorry I wasn't able
to kill Spivey personally.

- Sir...
- Sidney.

Oh.

It's not enough.

- Excuse me?
- I don't want money.

I had a life here, Mr.
Brattle. A new life.

I didn't come here to run away.
I came here to start over.

When Mr. Gattopardo told me about you,

he said you helped the
people who helped you.

Give me another chance.

I have a lot to offer.

- I'm good police, I'm a good man...
- No, no, no.

You were a crooked
cop in debt to the mob,

a debt that was transferred to me.

I gave you equipment, money, time.

What did you do? You took a bomb

that was meant for Spivey

and you used it on the Dill girl.

Very messy.

I had to!

She was on to me.

That was not a clean-up job.

That was punishment.

She saw beneath your mask.

Self-delusion is the bane

of an enlightened society, Captain.

I truly hope you fully understand that.

Please, I'm begging you.

Things just kinda got away from me.

I can still make a mark.

Oh, my boy.

You have made a mark.

Now you just have to live with it.

Uhh...

It's gonna be pretty.

It's gonna be pretty.

When you work for me, it's permanent.

We'll be in touch.

Plagues of locusts and boils,

rivers thick with blood.

The ancient ones witnessed
these signs of the end times,

and friends, as we pass through

into the chaos of the unknown,

I urge you to stay tuned.

I may upset you. I may frighten you.

Can I get a cigarette?

But I will never lie to you.

I'll tell you what.

You answer a question,

you can have one.

You're gonna die out
here, you know that, right?

So I gotta ask...

how the hell is he worth it?

This idiot's made a lot of mistakes.

But being my friend isn't one of them.

Oh, hell, Pick. That's all right.

Now, you see, sweetie,

if I offered this friend of yours

20 bucks right now

to put the bullet in your head himself,

he'd probably negotiate it down to 15.

Don't be jealous, Harley.

I'll kill you for free.

Though I really oughta give him a knife

because he's best at
stabbing people in the back.

Clyde isn't your daddy, Harley.

He ain't never gonna
muss your hair or...

tell you your pecker's big enough.

'Cause it ain't.

You got soft hands, Spivey!

Man, you're wearing a fanny pack!

- What...
- Can I get a light?

Now,

don't you know that's bad for you?

That's the other thing
Jake Spivey knows.

What's that?

How to enjoy the things
that are bad for you.

Pull it tight! Pull it tight!

Keys for the van are here
but not the handcuffs.

Phone's dead.

See, you only been dead a minute

and you're still pissing me off!

Come on. You're gonna have to drive.

Come on, girl. I got you, come on.

Okay.

Shut the door, door, door.

Say, uh, this the first time
you've been behind the wheel

since your parents...

I'm fine. I'm fine.

We have to get back.

The person who killed
Felicity is Gene Colder.

Colder?

He was Brattle's inside man.

He came here to kill you, Jake.

The only person who matters here is him.

So you need to get on
board. And if not...

Now wait a minute, Pick.
You're goin' too fast.

- What did you say?
- Pick, look out!

Come on.

Come on!

- Come on.
- Ah...

- Oh, God damn it.
- _

Where's Allegra?

She was at the school
when the bus exploded.

Now she's not answering her phone.

And she got a meeting she can't miss.

Well, lucky for her,
she's got people like you

keeping track of her calendar.

Along with whatever else it is you do.

That attack was targeted.

Somebody wanted Allegra and
Jake Spivey out the picture

and I'm willing to bet that that person

was Clyde Brattle.

Who's that now?

You don't know who Clyde Brattle is?

I have no idea who you're talking about.

This town is full of liars.

Of course you wanna be their mayor.

This town is full of unsolved
Goddamn explosions, Mr. Singe.

And we're hemorrhaging blue.

You know I lost Sergeant
Mock in that attack?

A decent man with a family

who put his head down
and did his damn job?

So if you'll excuse me.

- Is that ready for me to sign?
- Yes, ma'am.

This is all of it. Everything he owns.

So what are you planning to do?

To Colder, I mean.

When you catch him.

Why?

Well, if you're planning
on killing a man,

it ain't the sort of thing

that keeps till the last minute.

Are you actually lecturing
me on planning right now?

You?

I just don't wanna
see you make a mistake.

Like 12 years ago.

I went to prison for you, Jake.

I took the fall for your fool idea.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, my idea?

- Yes.
- Oh, come on, now.

You're the one that started spilling

about this dirty congressman

who needed to be taught a lesson.

I didn't suggest blackmailing him.

You didn't have to.

'Cause I did what I always do.

Give you permission to
do all those bad things

that are rattling around
in that pretty little head.

I went to jail.

And you vanished.

Look, all I'm saying is...

You've been running from
home for two decades.

And you?

I'm trying to make one.

Why don't you join me?

Oh, come on. You know it makes sense.

Us.

If you're trying to
tell me that you love me,

you picked a lousy time.

I told you I loved you

when I took a bullet for you, Pick.

We need to get back to town now.

Any idea which way?

- Come on.
- Ow!

So this is everything that,
uh, Harold had for Allegra

about Raytek?

As far as I know.

I told him to give her
some essential oils.

But he said that he didn't like

to mix business with aromatherapy.

Which I can respect.

Do you know his pillow
still smells like menthol?

Um, did Harold...

does he still have
that little bug that...

he calls it his baby?

Uh, yeah, that's right here in this box.

You can take it if you like.
The decrypting software too.

I never wanna see any
of that ever again.

Okay, thank you.

What are you gonna do with it?

Whatever it takes.

There's a fire in your eyes, Mr. Singe.

I like it.

But if it ever creeps down to
your belly, you let me know.

I'll mail you some milk thistle.

Clean it right up.

Don't mind your loafers
too much, Mr. Lapin.

Rats are mostly gone
now, due to the asbestos.

I suppose it requires
some creative thinking,

but I believe I can see
what it is you have planned.

Oh, I hope you can,

'cause it's big, it's bright,

and it's positively
dripping with dollar signs,

and it can be yours.

Papers are all signed and deeded.

Your senator could use this land

to scratch the itchiest backs in Texas.

He could have a new airport
named after his donors.

Hell, he could have a waste dump

named after his enemies.

As long as I get what I need in return.

Well, well, well. I am
impressed, Chief Raytek.

I didn't expect a policewoman
to be so adaptable.

You know anything about earthquake
architecture, Mr. Lapin?

Earthquake?

San Francisco, California.

Beautiful city out there by the bay.

You been?

Cold pilsners and crab
backs. The best, right?

- Mmm.
- Problem is...

this is just about the
fifth or sixth version

of San Francisco they've gone and built.

Until a smart cookie by
the name of John Blume

figured out that you
can't fight earthquakes

by making things stronger.

You fight 'em by making 'em looser.

Buildings that roll with the punches.

So now-a-days, big one hits the coast,

those buildings rattle and shake

like they caught the vapors,

but they don't crumble

no matter how bumpy it gets.

And that's you, is it, Chief...

or should I say Mayor Raytek?

It damn sure is.

Hold on, hold on.

I can't... I can't...

Ah... uhh...

Ah... ah...

Ah!

You know what happened to Felicity...

it ain't your fault, Pick.

Yes, it is.

I left.

You know how on airplanes,

when they tell you to put
your oxygen mask on first?

So you can help someone

who's too little to help themselves?

I put my mask on first, Jake.

I got out...

so she could live.

No, you...

you did that so you could live.

That ain't no crime.

I spent 20 years running
from this Goddamn town.

She must've thought I
was running from her.

I thought she'd be
better off without me.

I thought she'd make better choices.

Oh, God.

She needed me.

And I wasn't there.

When she died...

She was alone.

It's done, Pick.

It's done.

If Felicity really wanted help,

she would've called someone.

She did call someone.

Jake?

Jake.

- Huh.
- Jake, come on.

Jake, come on.

Come on.

Come on!

The natural state of the world

is not order.

It is chaos.

The ancient deity Atum
created our reality

as a mirror of the divine sky,

but it is a cracked mirror

which will one day be subsumed entirely

by the sun god Ra.

Indeed, Ra will destroy the world,

but it was in his benevolent eye,

itself a wayward goddess,
that created human life

and allowed us this,

our temporary dream

of control.

Of course, it was the Nubian people

that told a different tale.

They spoke of a dangerous time

when the Eye of Ra went missing.

Many brave heroes lost their lives

in pursuit of her, and
when she was finally found,

wandering in distant lands,

the Eye of Ra was benevolent no more.

- What the...
- Shh.

Instead,

she had taken the form of a wild feline,

a fire-breathing jungle cat

who had surrendered to the very chaos

she was meant to subdue.

Do you understand the power

of an open eye?

Can you look

without blinking

into the madness?

Time has come to answer.

You're dehydrated.

More than you know. Drink it all.

Now, who are you?

Who are you, tin man?

I'm Jake Spivey.

I know your mask name, tin man.

You live in my house.

Holy shit.

Candy Bar Bains?

That was my mask name,
yeah. Before I lifted it.

Well,

guess there's something
to be said for downsizing.

Help me get him to the table.

Just right here.

Upsy daisy.

Sugar corrodes, you know.

Eats away at flesh and bone.

My family may as well
have made their fortune

peddling battery acid.

I had no choice but to abandon them

while there was still
something left in me to save.

That wound's a metaphor.
You realize that, right?

There's metal in my leg!

Are you vaccinated?

Yeah.

Well, then you have metal

coursing through every
vein in your body, tin man.

All prisons are structures, right?

Ergo, all structures are prisons

That's strong if you need it.

The media, the so-called
criminal justice system, kale...

we think that we control these things,

that we invented them,

but the truth is they were
here long before we were.

- Good?
- Uh-huh.

All right.

Ooh.

I'd tell you to close
your eyes, tin man,

but you've never opened 'em.

- Pick.
- Pick!

Aaaaaaaah!

Look at me.

Yeah, you'll be fine.

At least on the outside.

Though no suspect has yet been named

in last night's attack
on San Bonifacio High,

we've been told to stand by
for an official statement

from Police Chief Eve Raytek.

We now return to Detective E.Q. Lateral

in the third of "A Third Man".

Well, Malgebra Capone,

you tried to divide and conquer,

but there's one thing you
forgot to account for... me.

You got it all wrong, Lateral.

- Where's Allegra?
- Hmm?

Ms. Dill has been AWOL

since approximately 10:10 Monday night.

This isn't like her.

Mr. Brattle.

Senator Ramirez,

an overdue pleasure.

Cactus juice?

I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Brattle.

Some good.

Most of it bad.

I find binary distinctions exhausting.

Mm.

As exhausting as living in a van?

I will admit

my present circumstances are
not up to my usual standard,

but that is why I am so eager

to hear what it is you plan to offer me.

We're not here to make you an offer.

We represent the government

of the United States of America,

not the mob.

Senator Ramirez...

you're an Exeter man, yes?

- As am I.
- Huh.

Remember our motto?

Non sibi.

"Not for oneself".

- Meaning?
- Meaning...

all I am here to do is help you.

He's here to help us.

I'm not like Jake Spivey.

I don't need to debase
myself to get what I want.

Really?

Because I was under the impression

that you were willing to, uh,

what was it, Cyrus?

"Take your medicine".

Well...

a spoonful of sugar and all that.

In exchange for immunity,

you can have those names.

Along with a piece of advice:

I am far more valuable as a friend

than as an enemy.

This is the Secretary of Defense.

- Mm-hmm.
- And two senators.

Along with that much-admired admiral,

the one that's married
to the condiments heiress.

Do you really have
the goods on these men?

I made them all rich.

The events of Al-Namur
did not happen in a vacuum.

And I can
show you the receipts.

These four men are my competition

for next year's nomination.

And all four bound
for disgrace or prison

with the evidence I have,

leaving the field clear for you.

That is,

if we have a deal.

Well, I think we just might.

Let's go.

Hey, um...

can you help us get back to town?

The bombs, right? Your sister?

You know there were two bombers, right?

Yes.

How do you know?

Game theory.

Mescaline.

Okay.

The first bomb was a crime of passion.

It was thoughtless, abrupt,

foolish, really.

Second bomb was the opposite.

It was rational, precise,

built of a different material
but made to mimic the original.

Now what does that tell us?

That the second bomb

was meant to distract from the first.

And the question that
capitalism demands we ask is?

Who profited from the distraction?

Very good.

Second bomb was Semtex, of course,

like the one that I used at the zoo.

You?

No, no, no, no!

Do not hang a cop-killer trip on me.

My bomb was a weapon of liberation,

not of punishment.

I am a conduit of freedom,

a breaker of chains.

Try one of these.

Of course, not all chains are visible.

Once I freed those animals,

their fate was in their
own hands, or paws.

That camel out there?

It's here by choice.

Ahh...

Freedom isn't a gift.
It's a responsibility.

Hey, is that, uh...

And sometimes,

we choose to remain in bondage

because it feels safer.

Love and hate, truth and
lies... those aren't opposites.

Those are ropes that
bind us to our oppressors.

The only way to beat a system is to...

remove yourself from it entirely.

Yeah, that's right.

Look, the only thing I
wanna remove myself from

is this Goddamn desert.

There's a bus three clicks that way.

If you hurry, you can catch it.

Thank you.

Is your eye open now?

Good.

Don't eat the kale.

It's how they spread Lyme disease.

Good to be home.

Don't tell me that freak
out there got to you.

You ain't going all tinfoil
hat on me, are you, Pick?

Come on. I'll get us a car.

We can hole up at my house
till we figure out next moves.

I'm gonna walk.

Pick, we just gone done
walking a Goddamn marathon.

Why not take it light?

Because I'm not done yet.

But it ain't safe alone.

Pick. They're trying to kill us.

Shit.

We have to talk.

I need help.

No, not there. It's not safe.

Meet me in Packingtown.

We have to talk. I need help.

No, not there.

Yeah, yeah!

Meet me in Packingtown.

Yee hee hee hee.

What you doin' out here alone?

What the fuck happened with you?

Who's bored now, bitch?

Hey... I'll do it.

What the fuck?

You're supposed to be scared.

Guys, let's go.

Crazy bitch.

Come on, guys. Hurry up.

Come on!

Crazy bitch!

- We have to talk.
- Crazy bitch!

I need help.

No, not there. It's not safe.

Meet me in Packingtown.

There's something that
I need you to hear.

Come, Sidney.

- Oh, there is one more thing.
- Yes?

I hope your investigator

isn't an essential part of this deal.

Ms. Dill is very much under our control.

No doubt, but she does know

about our business together.

And perhaps things that
might be a... liability

for a presidential campaign?

What are you suggesting?

Would it be a problem for
either of you gentlemen

if Ms. Dill never went
back to Washington?

Senator?

Senator.

Hmm.

Not a problem.

Good.

We'll be in touch.

New plan.

Screw the public hearing.

Once we get all the
evidence from Brattle,

we're gonna hand him over to Justice,

no strings attached, and hell,

they can keep Spivey too.

And the names on that card?

I want you to set up
a backchannel meeting

with all four.

I cannot wait to tell them what I got.

I'm gonna be generous.

Very.

Give them a second chance

in exchange for
dropping out of the race.

Every minute of their
lives moving forward

they are gonna owe to me.

You do understand what Brattle meant

about Allegra.

Yeah.

And you're okay with it?

Okay with it?

I'm gonna be the fucking president.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna take them all down.

- This is...
- Everything.

Is this Spivey's actual signature?

Does it matter?

And this should take
care of your problem.

Looks just like me, don't it?

Come here.

Earlier today, Police Chief
Eve Raytek addressed the media

in the aftermath

of the high school reunion attack.

Our department lost two officers

in last night's attack:

Sergeant Henry Mock,

a dedicated officer
pronounced dead at the scene,

and Captain Eugene Colder,

a good cop who was kidnapped

while defending the high school.

And I have a message:

Gene,

we will not stop until we find you.

We're gonna get you back.

We're gonna bring you home, son.

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