Original subtitles

- Previously on "Briarpatch"...

- I'm gonna see you next week for the reunion?

It's our 20th. Ugh.

- Raytek planted the story,

threw my sister under the bus,

and then drove that bus right over her

on her way to city hall. I wanna know why.

- You ever think there was a reason

why Felicity never ask you for help?

- Fuck you.

- The only reason I'm spending

more than a heartbeat here is to ruin someone's life.

Jake has done some terrible things.

[gunshot]

Terrible, awful, shocking things.

- [grunting]

- And I can prove them all.

- The Senator wants a sit-down with Clyde Brattle.

- You can't be serious.

- If you think there's value in me meeting with Spivey,

then I will.

- I'll set it up for tomorrow.

- I heard you got your meeting for Jake Spivey.

This was the first time you disobeyed me.

It is also the last.

I will not hesitate to put you back in.

Permanently.

- The Senator, he's a good man. He'll listen.

You'll tell him everything? About Al-Namur?

It's just us now, and I need you to win.

One meeting, we both get free.

[Dolly Parton's "Bubbling Over"]

[cheery country music]

[water bubbling]

♪

- ♪ You're the one that puts the sparkle ♪

♪ In my eyes

♪ And you're the one that puts the laughter ♪

♪ In my smile

♪ You're the one that puts the meaning ♪

♪ In my life

[dog barking] ♪ And I'm bubbling over

♪ Bubbling over

♪ Bubbling over

♪ Because you are mine

[buzzing] ♪ Bubbling over with the joy

♪ That only love can bring

♪ Bubbling over with the song ♪

♪ You taught my heart to sing ♪

♪ Oh, and I'm so happy loving you ♪

♪ Anyone can see that I'm ♪

♪ Bubbling over [buzzing]

♪ Bubbling over [music fades]

[buzzing]

[buzz] - Ow!

[buzzing continues]

[louder buzzing]

- ♪ Want to share my loving with ♪

♪ Your gentle way of loving me ♪

♪ And your thoughtfulness

♪ Keeps me bubbling over

♪ Bubbling over

♪ Bubbling over

♪ With happiness

[funky music]

- Police have identified Lucretia Colder

of the Heights district as the sole suspect

in last night's fatal shooting.

Colder, the wife

of homicide captain Eugene Colder,

has been placed on psychiatric hold

and is awaiting arraignment.

The victim, one Harold Snow of Texas Avenue,

has been described as a "spirited creep"

by neighbors.

Speaking of spirit--

- Can we have a do-over?

- Longhorn patriotism was on full display last night

as Senator Joseph Ramirez made his case for reelection--

- I want people to stop dying.

- I'm Ginger Galanti, and that is all--

- You do realize that'd put me out of business, right?

♪

Your world is rough.

♪

- Lucretia Colder doesn't have an alibi.

For either of the bombs.

- Lucretia Colder can't make a soufflé,

let alone a explosive device.

Come on. - If not her, then who?

Raytek was out of town for the first one.

Colder...

I mean, he says he loved Felicity.

- But did she love him back?

- It's never made sense to me.

But he couldn't have planted the second one.

He was at the station that night.

- You know, sometimes the best way to find something

is to stop looking so hard.

You just gotta sit with what's happening.

Stop rushin'.

- Maybe I'd understand you better if...

you said it in French.

♪

Fine.

But I still have a job to do.

The Senator has two meetings.

And I have everything riding on the first one at Jake's.

- What about the other one?

- Well, the Senator is meeting with a homicidal monster,

so it has to be someplace secret.

♪

- That's secret, all right.

Is it set?

- It's about to be.

[dramatic music]

♪

- You changed your hotel lock.

- You murdered my friend.

- The boss wants what he wants.

And what he wants now is a meeting

with your candy-ass senator.

- Tomorrow, 11:00 a.m.

Here.

- It was Harley, by the way.

♪

I prefer to work with my hands.

Come on.

I like it when you flinch.

♪

- Hey. [laughs]

Oh, I know what you're thinking,

but they use almond flour now, you know.

Besides, Duke also needed a treat.

'Cause the clinic laid him off.

Apparently, it's mandatory to wear gloves now.

Oh, what a world. Oh, what a world.

- Excuse me, Barbara Jean. - Whoo, look who's in a hurry!

Listen, I just wanna tell you

that I did reserve two tickets for you

even though you weren't really good

about getting your RSVP back.

Répondez vous, s'il vous plaît. Right?

The reunion.

It's tonight.

Yeah. Oh, come on.

I know you've already picked out a dress.

Little black number, I bet, huh?

Yeah, something transitional.

Funeral to fiesta, no problem, huh?

- Die in a fire, Barbara Jean.

- [laughing] Oh, my God.

Okay.

She's not getting the discount.

♪

- Outside?

- It's where Spivey wanted to meet.

- Come on, Cyrus. [inhales deeply]

Smell the air.

These are Western Soapberry trees.

This is Texas.

This is where I'm from.

- [laughing] Hey!

Welcome, gentlemen. How are you?

Nice to see you.

Now, I know the man

with a taste for that native dendrology

must be that famous Senator Ramirez.

Pleasure. - You must be Mr. Spivey.

- Oh, no. Mr. Spivey was my daddy.

And he died in an industrial meat grinder.

No, I'm Jake.

Now, Senator, I put aside a set of whites for you

in the clubhouse along with some shoes.

Now, it's 12 wide, right?

- That's right. - All right.

- Spivey appears to have planned ahead.

♪

- [grunts]

- Oh, not bad.

- Well, I did play on the croquet team at Exeter.

- Oh.

All right, so tell me,

what is it that you're after?

- A lot of American money went missing

in the Middle East. - Ah!

- My constituents deserve to know

where their tax dollars went.

- Money gets misspent all the time.

You know what I'm saying?

Hey, one time,

I paid 10 grand for a leopard coat

only to find out

it was actually a tiny coat for a leopard.

Oh, heck.

What do you say, you want a beer?

- I'd love one.

♪

- [crunching]

The tamale spot.

- There's a small apartment in the back upstairs.

11:00 a.m. tomorrow. Brattle is confirmed.

- Good to see you back on the ball, Allegra Dill.

Hmm.

- Well, Allegra tells me you're a real good guy.

- [laughs]

- But between us now,

this here ain't politics.

- Mm.

- It's marketin'!

And now look, Clyde,

he can give you a whole bunch of receipts

that'll be sure to get the Wall Street types

all hot and bothered, but...

I can give you something

that'll get Joe Popcorn crying in his cornflakes.

You ever hear of Al-Namur?

- Should I have?

[bird cries]

[tense music]

- Back in 2012,

our outfit was contracted to arm rebels

in and around Aleppo.

- We weren't officially in Syria in 2012.

- Yeah. Oh, yeah.

I wasn't officially in Julie Congdon

back in tenth grade either,

but that didn't stop me from telling everyone

I wasn't no virgin no more.

Anyhoo, this is the sort of thing we'd done

a thousand times previous.

You get in, you get out,

you preserve government deniability

and maybe, you know,

skim a little bit off the top for our troubles.

And you should've seen these rebels.

Boy, I'm telling you, they're just a bunch

of Chechen dirtbags

slamming shit vodka and...

watching VHS tapes of bum fights till dawn.

- I don't see how this helps--

- One night, right before Aleppo fell,

I get word that these rebels

are actually secret jihadis

planning on turning our weapons against our allies.

Only had a few hours to try and get the weapons back.

It took all night.

♪

I remember the guy with the VHS tapes

had a mole right here on...

♪

[muffled gunfire]

Right here on the back of his head.

I stared at it when I--

- When you what?

- Look, what matters is

they weren't jihadis, Senator.

It was all a setup.

All so a guy like Clyde, who's already rich,

could just get a little bit richer.

You understand?

This here is a story.

One that people need to hear.

And one that people can understand.

So you give me immunity

and a Bible to put my hand on,

and I swear to Sam Houston

you're White House bound.

♪

- He's chatty.

Your friend.

- Always has been.

- Not sure the game is going his way.

♪

- Cyrus mentioned something to me about...

♪

About mass graves?

- Well, I'm not proud

of what I did that day.

But Clyde's the one we should be focusing on.

- So it was Brattle who did the killing.

- Brattle never did anything directly.

- Well, what do you mean "directly"?

- Men like Clyde don't pull the trigger themselves.

- They just give the orders?

- Yeah. Well--

- Well, what? Hmm?

- I mean, he messes with you, you know?

He makes you understand what he wants

before he actually has to say it.

But Joe, hey, you know, here's the thing--

- Mr. Spivey, correct me if I'm wrong

but it sounds to me

like you just confessed to a massacre.

- What? No!

- Women, children... - No.

I don't know anything about the women and kids, okay?

Now look, I only did what I--

[muffled gunfire]

[groans] Oh, Christ.

All right, hey, look,

you want something a little less messy?

Yemen.

I mean, there is a whole bunch of shit

that went down in Yemen that nobody knows about.

Yeah, I'd say probably 2...

and I'm a little bit fuzzy on the year, but...

♪

- Let's go.

- [grunts] - Jesus Christ, Allegra.

I can't put that guy on television.

Voters--they want a tax break, not a horror story.

- Give us a chance to-- - Us?

What is "us"?

We are the ones you work for, Allegra,

and we will see you tomorrow morning for the Brattle meeting

and that is the end of it.

- Senator-- - You did good, kid.

I can see why you like him.

Let's wrap this up.

I miss D.C.

[engine turns over]

[funky music]

♪

[knocks]

- Gene.

Are you living in here?

- I can't go home.

My house is a crime scene.

An emotional crime scene.

- Gene, can I give you some advice?

- I tried drinking diet. I just don't like the taste.

- Your fiancée's dead,

your mentor blew up two days later,

and now your wife is up at County

waiting to be arraigned on capital murder.

The last place you oughta be is at work.

- I need my job.

- You need sleep.

Can't investigate this, Gene. You're too close.

To all of it.

Look, I could put you on leave,

but I'm just gonna put you to bed.

Go on and hit the bunks, baby.

Get a little sleep.

♪

- Thank you.

♪

- Go on.

I'll get Mock to check on you in a couple hours.

Another Goddamn mess.

I mean--

- Damn it! God damn it!

[muttering]

[grunts]

- That won't help.

- [grunting]

[breathing heavily]

That slick son of a bitch set me up.

And for what, so I could take the fall

for Clyde fucking Brattle?

[gasps] God damn it.

- What now?

- I got shot, remember?

- You're not the only one who got screwed here.

Cyrus owns me.

He's the one who got me out of jail 12 years ago.

I make one wrong move,

I go back in.

- Well, shit.

- I won't let them choose Brattle.

Not after what he did to Lalo.

And to you.

Even if this ruins me.

I can't.

Maybe we'll have cells near each other.

- Ha. How is it I get rich and you get fancy

and 20 years later, we're still here...

getting fucked by these blue bloods

who only take the silver spoons out their mouths

just long enough to gobble up our whole Goddamn lives?

No.

You know what? It's our turn.

Let's finish this.

- Don't joke.

- No, there ain't nothing funny about what I'm proposing.

I'm saying you and I are gonna catch Clyde Brattle.

Tonight.

What?

He's in town.

You said it yourself he likes to mess with me,

so let's mess right back.

Whoever controls Clyde...

they control the whole situation.

- You, me, and what army?

- Well, let me make a call.

[doorbell chimes]

- About time you brung her up to speed.

- [scoffs]

Oh, she'll warm up.

I'm sorry about that article.

That case was messy.

And it needed tidying.

- [scoffs]

- Look, I came to this town 'cause I wanted a challenge,

but even I was thrown by the venality on display.

I mean, the mayor is a clown,

he works for vampires, and that dope in there

sucking down beers like a sump pump,

well, him I could work with. - I bet.

- He really wants to change things,

and so do I.

So a couple years back, we hatched ourselves a plan.

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

I'd run for mayor. Grant him the zoning rights

to make something worthwhile out of it all.

- He can't develop anything.

Not unless he gets immunity.

- So we added a few beats to the plan.

I'd help him get Brattle,

speed things along for when people like you showed up.

- Catching Brattle would make an awfully good headline.

- For what I hear, it'd be good for the world.

- And Felicity?

[solemn music]

♪

- Your sister was precious to me.

Her death is on my conscience.

But it's not on my hands.

You help us collar Brattle tonight,

I'll make sure the world knows

what kind of cop your sister really was.

♪

You're angry, huh?

Yeah, I used to be like you.

The thing about anger is it gives your power over

to the person you're angry at.

So I don't get angry anymore. I get results.

- You know I'll never trust you.

- Honey, I don't even know if I like you.

But that don't mean we gals can't get shit done.

♪

If your senator's meeting with Brattle tomorrow morning,

then this has to happen tonight.

- Agreed.

The only problem is

no one can get in touch with Brattle directly.

♪

What?

- Tell her.

♪

- [grunts]

[hair dryer whirring]

[funky music]

♪

- You've had this the whole time.

- I try not to think about it.

It ain't healthy, me and Clyde.

Not a lot of guys get away from him

and that's 'cause most of 'em don't really wanna leave.

- You sure you're up to this?

All right, well, good.

He's got two goons left,

so I can bring in a man I trust.

Our four to his three,

but I'm still gonna need you as the bait.

- I'll be in your ear.

- Never left, darling.

- All that's left to decide is where.

- Well, it's gonna have to be public.

Otherwise, he won't show. - Agreed.

Somewhere cops don't look out of place.

- Clyde likes spectacle, so we can't forget that.

So it's gonna have to be a party or...

♪

[scoffs]

♪

- No. - Oh, yes!

- No.

No! - It's too perfect.

- What?

♪

- [sighs]

I should've shot you myself.

♪

I hate you. - [laughs]

[muffled pop music]

- And you're sure he's coming?

- To the science room. That's what the message said.

And I bet you 200 bucks

that Robbie Deck got fat.

"Most likely to succeed," my ass.

Well, how about some drinks?

- How about a cyanide pill?

♪

[laughter, chatter]

♪

[phone buzzes]

- Hey. What's up?

- You know, something's been bugging me

about the two bombs,

so I'm doing some digging.

Maybe you're rubbing off on me.

- Sounds messy.

- Is that dance pop? Where you at?

- I'm at my...

20th high school reunion.

- Socializin'.

Who's rubbing off on who?

- Nobody's rubbing anything.

Call me later.

[scrubbing]

- I'm gonna lose my security deposit, aren't I?

♪

- Say...

I was right.

Robbie Deck?

Pfffttt. [laughs]

- Can't you be serious?

- Oh, come on. This is serious.

The hell else do you think I moved back here

if not to rub everybody's noses in how freaking cool I am?

♪

- Here.

Put this in.

We'll have a line to each other and one to Raytek outside.

- Copy that, Kemosabe.

Brattle will be in the science room at 10:00.

- I'll cover the front entrance.

Raytek and her man will neutralize Harley and Sid.

When you say the word,

I'll have her take the room.

It's not a great plan.

- Well, it don't have to be. It just has to work.

[chatter, laughter]

Well, we got a couple hours, so...

[clears throat]

Probably don't wanna dance, though, do you?

[tense music]

♪

- I don't like it.

I said I don't like it.

- What don't you like, Sidney?

- It's been seven years since Spivey crossed you

and here we are running back to him

like he's a baby in a burning building.

- Don't dabble in metaphor, Sidney.

It's not your strong suit.

- It's just--I thought he had your mark on him.

Not the other way around.

♪

Boss.

Boss.

- Enough, Sidney.

Signal the boy, if you must.

♪

- We're out of soda.

How is anyone supposed to function without caffeine?

- Yeah, sorry, Captain.

The grocery runs have become grocery walks around here,

what with the explosions and such.

You can always go down to the supply closet.

[funky music]

♪

[phone buzzing]

[phone whooshing]

- Oh, shit.

Hey. Hey!

Mock. - [whistling casually]

- Open the door. Come on.

Mock, this isn't funny.

Yeah?

God damn it, Mock!

[rats scampering, squeaking]

[pop ballad]

♪

- I tell you, I'm not one for regrets,

but, uh...

I feel one coming on.

Well, just that I spent all those years

inches from the coolest, meanest,

most interesting person I'd ever met

and I never once tried to kiss her.

- I'd have ripped your head off.

- Mmm.

What a way to go.

[both laugh]

♪

- I got the bleach.

Can you get under the coffee table?

- Yeah.

Cindy, I'm so sorry

about the loss of your...

what was he, your boyfriend?

- Laigika pariksaka.

Means "sexual explorer" in San-skirt.

It's a language.

- Right.

I know he provided all kind of services to people.

Did any of those services happen to be...

I don't know,

explosive?

- Are you asking if Harold was a bomber?

- Oh, come on, girl. No.

Absolutely not. - Okay.

- I know he was not a bomber.

Maybe he facilitated for somebody.

Like Ms. Colder perhaps.

- You take that sponge, and you scrub that thought

right out of your damn mind, Mr. Singe.

Everybody in this town wanted something done.

Something they were ashamed of.

Hal just gave them what they asked for.

[laughs sobbingly]

Ah.

You know, there have been three murders here

in one week? I mean...

this place has got highly toxic vibes.

I've smudged with sage, like, half a dozen times,

but my clothes still smell like tar

from that stupid bomb.

- Tar?

Mm-mm.

I don't remember that bomb smelling like tar.

- The first one.

The one that killed the landlady.

Oh. [sniffles]

This is what I was wearing when it--

[mimics explosion] You know?

Smell it.

- [inhales sharply] - Yeah.

That's tar.

- Shit.

That is tar.

[dramatic music]

- King Tutankhamun was buried

with 300 clay servants... - What is this?

- Shh! - Meant to reanimate

in the next world,

not unlike our gig economy robber barons...

- Come on. Who listens to this shit?

- I do. - Workers to toil eternally.

- Turn this crap off.

- You think it's crap?

Show me the lie. - [scoffs]

- Debate me, coward.

Come on.

- License and registration.

- Shut your mouth if you wanna keep your teeth.

♪

- They gave me my clothes back at the hospital.

They didn't smell anything like tar.

- Yeah, that's odd, right?

- Yeah.

- So how's the reunion going?

- [scoffs] Don't ask.

Pick me up after? We should talk through this.

- A'ight.

- Is this damn thing working?

Allegra, you hearing me?

- Yes, I can hear you.

- All targets neutralized out here.

No sign of El Jefe.

- Then he's on his way to us.

- Oh, I thought about getting into frackin'.

I mean, I sure as shit know about shale.

[laughter]

Say, any of y'all own exotic animals?

- Hey. Can we talk?

- Yeah, sure thing.

'Scuse me, fellas.

- Why would one bomb smell different than another?

- It's almost go-time. What are you doing?

- Do you know of a bomb that smells like tar?

- C4? - Okay.

And one that smells like nothing?

- I mean, Semtex maybe,

but it'd have to be the old stuff

before they added a scent to it.

- Why would one person use two different bombs?

- I don't know. He wouldn't.

What are you getting at? - Testin', testin'!

[microphone feedback] Howdy, y'all.

I said howdy, y'all!

[awkward cough]

- Okay, uh...

Duke?

It's good to see the class of '99

looking 90-fine.

[White Town's "Your Woman"]

After this slow dance,

we're gonna be serving whoopie pies

in the weight room.

♪

♪ Just tell me

♪ What you got to say to me ♪

♪

♪ I've been waiting for so long ♪

♪ To hear the truth

- All right. [sighs]

It's Clyde o'clock. How do I look?

- Stay calm. Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- ♪ Tell me that we're through ♪

- He doesn't own you anymore.

- Yeah. I know.

I know.

- Hey. - Hmm.

- I'm right here.

- Mm-hmm.

- ♪ You don't even know

♪ You're being unkind

♪ So much for all your highbrow ♪

♪ Marxist ways

♪ Just use me up

♪ And then you walk away

♪ Boy, you can't play me that way ♪

♪

- Go.

♪

- ♪ I could never be your woman ♪

♪

♪ When I saw my best friend

♪ Yesterday

♪ She said she never liked you ♪

♪ From the start

♪ Well, me

♪ I wish that I could claim the same ♪

♪ But you always knew you held my heart ♪

- Jake, what's your 20?

- I'm approaching the science room.

All clear so far. - All right, standing by.

- What the hell?

I'm in the science room. Brattle's not here.

- His van's on site. I arrested his men.

Where the hell is he?

[Pulp's "Do You Remember the First Time?"]

[upbeat synth pop]

- Oh, shit.

He's at the party.

By the punch bowl.

♪

- ♪ You say you've gotta go home ♪

♪ 'Cause he's sitting on his own ♪

♪ Again this evening

♪

♪ And I know you're gonna let him ♪

♪ Bore your pants off again

- Jake.

- ♪ Oh, now it's half past 8:00 ♪

- Don't let him get to you.

- ♪ You'll be late

♪ Oh, but you say you're not sure ♪

♪ Ah

♪ Though it makes good sense

♪ For you to live together

- You got old.

- You got fat.

- ♪ And now it's getting late ♪

♪ He's so straight

♪

♪ Do you remember the first time? ♪

- Your girlfriend's listening?

- ♪ I can't remember a worse time ♪

♪ Oh, but you know that we've changed ♪

♪ So much since then

♪ Oh, yeah, we've grown

- I want you to understand me, Ms. Dill.

If you try to enter,

everyone in this room

will die.

- ♪ Just as long as you save a piece for me, oh, yeah ♪

[earpiece beeps]

[punches door]

♪

- Now, let's you and I have a real talk.

[tense music]

- I'm headed in.

♪

[gunshot]

[sighs]

♪

- Shh.

- Mock didn't deserve that, Gene.

- I didn't wanna kill him.

Just like I didn't wanna crawl

through a rat shit filled air conditioning vent,

but he locked me in a fucking soda closet.

- I know what you are, Gene. I've known for months now.

- I'm a good cop.

- Please. [laughs]

You're a contract killer.

And you're not even good at that.

- This was supposed to be simple

but you couldn't leave it alone, you miserable n--

[both grunting]

- [breathing heavily]

Ugh. Damn it, Gene.

- [grunting]

- [grunts]

♪

- God, I'm gonna fucking kill you!

- Cut it out!

[both grunting]

[laughs]

[both grunting]

Shit. Shit!

[gunshot]

♪

[sighs]

[phone buzzes]

♪

- Shit.

♪

[pop ballad]

- The suspense, Jacob.

It's killing me.

- I don't trust that senator.

I don't think we should be negotiating against each other.

We should be trying to figure this.

You know? For the both of us.

- That's sweet.

And maybe we can play a game of catch

in your yard after.

♪

You told him.

About Al-Namur.

I knew you would.

- ♪ Where have you been all my life? ♪

- Ooh, hello. Hello.

- How'd he take it?

Badly, I assume.

Your version lacks a hero narrative,

which should teach you something

I thought you learned a long time ago.

[laughs] You're not the hero.

You have never taken responsibility

for the terrible things you did.

- Things you made me do.

- Jake. [laughs]

What are you doing here

in this pathetic little town?

And you're retired?

Sad.

It makes me sad.

♪

I heard what you did to my Anatol at your mansion.

Clubbed him into abstraction.

♪

That's because you are a beautiful weapon, Jacob.

[sinister music]

A fist.

- Stop it.

- I've had someone planted in this town

for more than a year

and he hasn't been able to lay a finger on you.

None of my boys make up even one half

of Jacob Spivey.

- Raytek.

Brattle has an inside man.

[silence]

What's going on?

[feedback whine]

Shit.

All right, I'm coming to you.

- Well, look, Clyde, if you're gonna kill me,

just go on and get it over with.

'Cause at least then,

I won't have to listen to your jabber anymore.

- Kill you? [laughs]

I'm here to destroy you.

You crossed me, Jacob.

So I've taken your money, I've taken your men,

and I have rid you of the notion

that you, Jacob Spivey,

could ever be a good person.

♪

So now, all that's left...

♪

Is for you to come with me.

- Well, that's mighty kind of you, Clyde.

But all things being equal,

I think I'd rather go to prison.

- Oh, Jake.

Things were never equal.

♪

[explosion]

[screaming]

♪

[screaming and shouting]

♪

[dogs barking distantly]

- Colder.

- Allegra. Wow, are you okay?

Do you need help?

- Where's Raytek?

- I don't know.

[distant sirens wailing]

- Did you just get here?

- I heard the explosion.

Crowd trampled right into me like cattle.

I think they broke my nose.

- You're always where the action is, aren't you?

- I'm police, Allegra. It's my job.

- You smell like tar.

♪

That explosion.

That was you, wasn't it?

- What are you saying?

- You work for Clyde Brattle.

You're the inside man.

- [laughs] Come on.

- Felicity didn't love you.

She was investigating you.

You found out

and you blew her up.

- Please. You know I have an alibi.

- For the second bomb.

For Strucker.

But you didn't blow up Strucker.

It was a second bomber.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- Felicity's boyfriend did kill her.

And it was you.

- [grunts]

- [yelps]

[both grunting]

[Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band's "Too Much Time"]

♪

- ♪ I got too much time

♪ Too much time

- Shit.

- ♪ I got too much time

♪ To be without love

♪ Too much time

♪ I got too much time

♪ I got too much time ♪

♪

♪ Too much time to be without love ♪

♪ In my life, I've got a deep devotion ♪

♪ Wide as the sky and deep as the ocean ♪

♪ Every war that's waged makes me cry ♪

♪ Every bird that goes by gets me high ♪

♪ Sometime when it's late and I'm a little hungry ♪

♪ I heat up some old stale beans ♪

♪ Open up a can of sardines

♪ Eat crackers and dream

♪ About somebody to cook for me ♪

♪ Too much time, too much time ♪

♪ I got too much