All language subtitles for Goliath - 02x02 - Politics.DEFLATE.English.HI

("PUSHERMAN" BY CURTIS MAYFIELD PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

♪ I'm your mama, I'm your daddy ♪

♪ I'm that nigga in the alley ♪

♪ I'm your doctor when in need ♪

♪ Want some coke, have some weed ♪

♪ You know me, I'm your friend ♪

♪ Your main boy, thick and thin ♪

♪ I'm your pusherman ♪

♪ I'm your pusherman ♪

♪ ♪

- Here.
- Oh, you, uh...?

- Yeah. Keep the change.
- Sweet.

♪ Superfly, here I stand ♪

♪ Secret stash, heavy bread ♪

♪ Baddest bitches in the bed ♪

♪ I'm your pusherman... ♪

- I already knocked.
- Cool.

♪ I'm your pusherman ♪

♪ Solid life... ♪

I know you weren't expecting me,

but I have a few details
I want to add to the proposal.

Of course. Come in.

Thank you.

You're fucking late.

You have one job.

There was an accident on the 10.

There's always an accident on the 10.

It was unforeseen circumstances, man.

Why are you still here?
Get the fuck out of here.

(SIGHS) Sorry about that, Tom,

but the kid is a fucking idiot!

- (TIRES SCREECH)
- (ENGINE REVS)

♪ Got to be mellow, y'all ♪

♪ Got to get mellow now ♪

♪ Pusherman gettin' mellow, y'all... ♪

Sorry I'm late.
There was a accident on the 10.

Let's go. A little quicker.

Can we, please? Come on!

I'd do it myself, but I don't
want to get my hands dirty.

Salina, that's for you.

Give me, give me two back.

Thank you so much.

Hey, why don't you guys

get yourselves a Caesar salad
when you're in Tijuana.

That's where it was invented!

♪ Heavy mind, have you signed? ♪

♪ Makin' money all the time ♪

♪ My ID and just me ♪

♪ For all junkies to see ♪

♪ Ghetto prince is my thing ♪

♪ Makin' love's how I swing... ♪

WYATT: All right, love it.
How's the room?

Cleaning crew's on standby.

Ooh, you are crushing it today.
Thank you very much.

You're welcome, Tom. You're the best.

Oh, come on.

All right, gentlemen,
what is so important?

What's happening?

Uh, there are some people
within our organization

- that we need to deal with, 'cause...
- Neutralize.

Yeah. I got a real pain in the ass

rich kid fuck boy
that's on the top of that list.

Is that my blonde friend from the hotel?

Yeah, Mr. Punctual.

He's not a gangbanger,
so he doesn't know the code.

Probably start flapping his gums

even before the cops ask a question.

All right, listen, look,
I don't do details, okay?

If it makes Gabriel happy, do it.

Look, I'll-I'll have my guy take care...

I really... I don't want to hear it.

♪ ♪

♪ I'm your pusherman ♪

♪ Pusherman ♪

♪ Lord, Lord. ♪

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

♪ ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

(VIDEO PLAYING QUIETLY)

- Hey, man.
- Hey. What's up?

How's your girl?

Ah, still a bitch. (LAUGHING)

- MAN (OVER VIDEO): Oh, man!
- (OTHERS LAUGHING)

MAN: Oh, he wiped out!

Check this shit out.
Look, look, look, look.

BOTH: Oh!

God! Oh.

Oh, shit.

MAN (OVER VIDEO): Oh, fuck! Are you okay?

(MAN GROANING OVER VIDEO)

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(DOOR CLOSES)

- (SNIFFLES)

- BILLY: I'm really sorry.

(JULIO SIGHS)

He was a good man.

And there's an asshole

on every corner out there
still breathing.

You know who did it?

Well, the cops think
it was Marcos's crew.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's retaliation because
they think I killed Marcos.

- My dad is dead because of me.
- No.

- No, it's my fault that my dad died.
- No, it's not.

It's not your fault.

It's whoever killed Marcos's fault, okay?

Do you hear me?

(QUIETLY): Yeah.

So, what happens now?

Well...

I want to take your case
if you still want me to.

Okay.

So, yes?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Well, the next thing is, uh,

we'll have a preliminary hearing.

And that'll determine whether or not

they think they have enough
evidence to take it to trial.

If they don't, then it's done.

- And I get out?
- Absolutely.

But where do I go?

I don't know, son.

(VOICE BREAKS): Okay.

MARVA: We were fitting him

for a suit, and then,
the next thing you know...

- God, that's terrible.
- (SNIFFLES) Oh, it's awful.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Did you see it happen?

I heard it. We heard the shots, but...

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE OUTSIDE)

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's Julio?

Well, you can imagine.

It's not good.

I'm so sorry about Oscar.

Yeah, he was one of the good ones.

You know, once, my, um,
my car wouldn't start,

and he waited with me
for Triple-A to show up.

Oh.

- BRITTANY: Yeah.
- That's who he was.

- Yeah.
- He helped me a lot.

Anyway, I'm glad to have you back.

We can really use your help.

Mm, glad to be back.

(LAUGHTER, LIVELY CHATTER)

Don't run now! You'll hurt yourself.

- Don't run.
- Is this the one you wanted?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Okay.

- So with nuts first, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- (MEN SPEAKING ARMENIAN)
- Then, uh...

- I think cinnamon.
- Cinnamon.

- And then? -Sugar.
- (PHONE RINGING)

- Sugar. Beautiful, yeah.
- Yeah.

- And then just like this, yeah?
- Just roll it, baby.

Roll it. That's great. Oh, good.

But it's coming out
on the sides a little bit.

- Hello. Patty's phone.
- I don't know. That's a...

- Yeah, a little bit.
- All right, I'll get it on the next one.

Hey, everybody, it's Billy McBride!

- McBride! -Billy!
- Give me the phone.

- (EXCITED CHATTER IN ARMENIAN)
- Billy!

- Billy, why don't you come over, huh?
- No, don't come over.

We're celebrating Davit's birthday!

- Billy, this is my birthday!
- Give me the phone!

- (EXCITED CHATTER CONTINUES)
- Tell him to come here!

Hey, uh, it's a little bit, um...

- Shh!
- What?!

(UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

IRENE: And the anesthetic,
they're supposed to make it

where you don't feel.

Believe me, I felt it.

Then he goes to remove
the bunion, and he says to me,

"Would you like to keep it
as a souvenir?"

- (LAUGHTER)
- This is a joke.

This is no joke to me.

Only God and I know
the pain I've been suffering.

- Yeah.
- Show him.

- Show him.
- Don't show him.

BILLY: No, ma'am,
you don't have to do that.

- I believe you.
- Don't show him.

Oh, that's okay. You don't have to.

- Five days.
- I-I believe you.

IRENE: It's been five days.

Just killing me.
Can't you see it on my face?

Yes, ma'am. Absolutely.

- I saw it already.
- Did you see it?

Do we have a case, Billy?
Do we have a case here?

Well, I don't... I haven't really
handled a bunion case before,

- so I'm not sure.
- Well, it's been five days,

- maybe more.
- PATTY: He can't help her.

He can't help her. Sit down. Sit down.

Ah, listen.

I have a good real estate
business we can run together.

- No! (SPEAKS ARMENIAN)
- (OTHERS GROANING, CHATTERING)

That's the real estate girl,
real estate person.

Not really me.

(CHUCKLES)

- PATTY: Oh. (MUMBLES)
- BILLY: Here you go.

- PATTY: Jesus Christ.
- (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

- Um, all right.
- Here, I got you.

Thank you. I better, um...

Thank you. I better
get back in there, so...

What's up?

Well, I-I want to get this
out right away.

Uh, just want you to know
I hired Brittany back,

just to do some paperwork and stuff.

I mean, I think
it's deeply stupid, but...

- (BILLY MUTTERS)
- I mean, I don't care.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Yeah, well...

To me, I think that about the only thing

that's not forgivable is murder.

Anything else I'd say
you can forgive people for.

I don't care. I mean, I...
It's-it's your business.

Oh, I got my reasons.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

- Oh.
- (SNIFFLES)

You remember Oscar, right?
From Chez Jay, the kitchen guy?

Oh, yeah. Nice guy with the hair nets.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, his sons... they're, uh,
they're gangbangers,

and they've been gangbangers for a while,

and they got in the middle
of some bad shit

- and got themselves killed.
- Oh.

His little kid, the fresh-faced one

used to come in the bar
all the time, you know?

- I remember, yeah.
- Little kid. Yeah.

He gets arrested
for taking care of the guys

that got his brothers.

Some kind of retaliation supposedly.

Not such a great kid then, huh?

Well, no, I think he is, actually.

At least I think it's worth looking into.

(SIGHS) Anyhow...

Oscar is the kid's only alibi.

He was home at the time, and...

Oscar was gonna go to court,
you know, testify for the kid.

And, uh...

anyway, he left, and, uh,
was headed back to Chez Jay,

and I heard some gunshots,
and, uh, ran outside,

and, uh... Oscar was laying
in the parking lot.

So now the kid's got nobody.

His dad's dead, his brothers are dead,

and he's in jail for murder.

It looks like he's going down.

So I took the case.

And I need your help.

Just... look, y-you don't
have to deal with Brittany.

Like I said, she'll stay

a hundred yards away
from you all the time.

- No.
- She's just doing paperwork for me.

Okay, Brittany aside,
my life, it's-it's...

- it's full right now.
- Yeah.

Okay? If you knew the shit that
I have to deal with right now...

Look, could you just hear me out, please?

But even... wait... even if I was
just sitting on my ass all day,

right, I cannot, under any circumstances,

do another case right now.

I can't.

I mean, the last one nearly killed us.

You know that. And a murder case?

Really? Why would you do that?

Yeah, I know.

Believe me, I thought about that.

Look, I was holding
the guy's hand when he died.

Okay? That does something to you.

And if I've got any passion
for doing this shit

left in me at all,
this is where I need to use it.

I get it. And I'm-I'm...

I really am sorry, but I can't do it.

Yep.

Could you do me another favor
on a different subject?

Yeah.

Could you call me sometimes?

I haven't heard from you, you know.

I mean, come see me sometime
even, have a drink with me.

Yes, I will come and see you,
and we will have a cola.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Okay.

- It was very nice seeing you.
- It was good to see you.

♪ ♪

PATTY: All right, well,
let me ask you this.

Let me ask you this: Who set
you up with your third wife?

This guy, right? Because we're friends.

And that's why I'm gonna give you a break

on the first six months...

- Cigarette?
- Yeah, let me get a cigarette.

On the first six months
if you sign for three years.

What's the problem?
They each have their own tent.

It's rustic, Carl!

All right, listen.

You change your mind, all right,
you give me a call today.

If not, I-I got a lot of people
looking at this space.

All right?

Bye.

You know why you're having
trouble renting this place?

- Why's that?
- 'Cause you don't have free Wi-Fi.

You're absolutely right.

I usually am.

You know, I was talking to my
psychic friend about you today.

Great.

She says you're unhappy.

She says she sees more for you.

So do I.

You have a chartreuse aura
about you today.

- Chartreuse.
- Yeah.

Green and yellow.

It's like, money and happiness
is coming your way.

All right.

Maybe even some dick.

Maybe, Tish. Maybe.

- Want a snack?
- Yeah. What do you got?

(BAG RUSTLING)

- Oh, that's nice.
- Crackers.

("SLOPPY DRUNK" BY JIMMY ROGERS PLAYING)

Eh, I kinda bunched 'em up.

Sorry, girls.

- Okay, Midge. You got it, baby.
- What's up?

Don't think it was racked tight
enough. That's what I think.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ I would rather be sloppy drunk... ♪

- (BALLS CLACKING)
- All right. No, scratch.

- (LAUGHS)
- All right, Trudy.

Show 'em who we are.

Okay.

- Oh!
- BILLY: There you go.

All right. Let me give you a mean eye.

That's more your speed, I think.

Ooh, I'm shaking
something good right now.

Show me how it's done, boss.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You told me to come see you sometime,

so I'm seeing you sometime.

Trudy, you're on your own, baby.

- I got to take this.
- (SIGHS)

TRUDY: All right. Champion.

Have a seat. (SIGHS)

(BALLS CLACKING)

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- What's up?

Um... (SIGHS)

I need you to keep her ass away from me.

- Trudy?
- No. Trudy.

Brittany.

Um, I want to have no contact
with her whatsoever, okay?

At all.

I'm gonna help you,

but if it turns into
a fucking nightmare, I'm out.

That's the deal. Okay?

- Deal?
- Absolutely.

- Okay.
- Cool.

It's pro bono.
I forgot to tell you that part.

(SOFTLY): I hate you.

I hate you very much.

I hate you, too, honey.

♪ ♪

♪ I would rather be sloppy drunk ♪

♪ Driftin' in the sand ♪

♪ Now than to be around here
with you women ♪

♪ Man, you don't understand. ♪

Ew.

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

Hey.

What are you, Tammy Wynette?

What's going on?

I don't know what that is. Um...

look, so, I know that you can
just go buy more,

or have a drink at the bar
that you practically live at,

but...

I'm really hoping...

that this will cause you
to stop and think

next time you're gonna drink.

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

I'm doing this 'cause I care about you.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

MARVA: Huskies are
notorious escape artists.

Mm.

You know, if you were gonna have a husky,

you've got to have a fence

that's high
- (KNOCKING)

- and a lock on it, 'cause...
- Hello?

- Oh, hi. Oh, my.
- Hi.

- How's it going? Um...
- (CHUCKLES)

- Come on.
- You want, you want to do that?

- Yeah. All right.
- Okay. Yep.

Um, so, can I get a copy
of the witness statement

and the police report, if you have it?

Yeah, you sure can. Let's see here.

(PEN CONTINUES CLICKING)

Hmm. Where is it?

You been... How you been? You been good?

- Who, me?
- Uh-huh.

I have been great.

- Been working for Postmates.
- Oh.

I, uh... I'm getting
my degree in criminal justice,

so I've been studying for that.

- Nice.
- And, uh, hanging out here,

getting reacquainted with Brittany.

- Okay. Nice. All right.
- There you go.

Thanks, Patty.

- Yep, thank you.
- (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

That went better than
I thought that it would.

Whatever. I don't give a shit.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry.

- Hi.
- I'm sorry I'm late.

The parking guy was a whore.

Do I have time for a smoke?

- Sure. Why not?
- God.

(SIGHS)

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Just getting geared up, that's all.

Morning, Billy.

So you decided to take the case.

Yeah.

Hope you're ready.

Who was that?

That's the prosecution.

He's, like, super attractive, right?

I've been up against him before.

- We should go.
- And?

It's a long story. I'll tell you later.

- Tell me now.
- We got a hearing, honey.

- I don't want to tell you now.
- Talk fast. Tell me now.

MARVA: Julio was at home that evening

practicing his cello in his room.

His father, Oscar, was downstairs, and...

HAKEEM: Your Honor,
this is, this is hearsay

from a non-percipient witness.

BILLY: This is reliable hearsay,
Your Honor.

- I'm a notary public.
- Look, I'm sure Mrs. Jefferson

is a, is a wonderful notary
public, but the question here

is whether what Mr. Suarez
told her is reliable.

- Mr. McBride?
- BILLY: This is not a trial.

There's no jury.

The court can hear
inherently reliable evidence.

WALLACE: Mr. McBride,
the state has a point.

They cannot cross-examine Mr. Suarez.

What makes this testimony trustworthy?

Your Honor, Julio Suarez
is a really good kid.

His academics are pristine.

He's lost his father,
he's lost his brothers.

- Please don't make him lose his alibi.
- HAKEEM: An alibi,

Your Honor, by a man
who's willing to say anything

to save his son's life
is not trustworthy.

The burden of proof is on the state.

- What did they put up today?
- We have motive.

Okay? His brothers were
supposedly killed by the victim.

We have an eyewitness
that places the defendant

- at the scene.
- This is all speculation. Marcos Peña

was a known gang member.
He's got a lot of enemies.

And in terms of
this so-called eyewitness,

he was across the street,
under the overpass,

walking his dog.

His view was obstructed.
It was late at night.

There were barely any streetlights.

Finally, they got no murder weapon

or any physical evidence whatsoever

to tie Julio to the crime scene.

WALLACE: This is inadmissible hearsay.

The witness is excluded.

- You can step down.
- Okay.

Mr. Rashad, do you have anything else?

Yes, yes. Um, we actually do.

We just received some footage
from a security camera from

one of the... the neighbor's
house down the street.

- Do you mind if we play it?
- Mm. Go ahead.

So, the time code is gonna be 9:23 p.m.

That was just moments
after the murders occurred.

And that...

is Julio Suarez.

That is Julio Suarez,

who is clearly not at home with
his father, playing the cello.

It seems that there is a handgun,

not a cello, in Julio's waistband,

as he runs from the scene of the murders.

That went pretty well, yeah?

I happen to know that,
without a murder weapon,

you can never count Billy McBride out.

So find it.

Get back to your office.
I need you to contact...

I didn't do it. I swear.

Well, we just saw videotape
of you running away with a gun.

But I didn't kill anybody.

Do you want to spend
the rest of your life in prison?

If you lie to me, that's
what's gonna happen to you.

You're gonna spend the rest
of your fucking life in jail.

- Think about that.
- We're not gonna get anywhere

until you tell us the truth.
Do you understand that?

What's the story with the tape?

I was at Marcos's place.

Right. Why were you there?

I was...

I was gonna kill Marcos, but...

I heard some gunshots, then I ran away.

Where's the gun?

I threw it in the ocean.

I ran home, and then I went into my room,

- but I couldn't do it.
- Julio.

Don't ever lie to me again.
Do you understand that?

Yes, sir.

Now, what about the gunshots?

You get a look at the guy?

I didn't see his face.

Well, was he Hispanic or white
or black or what?

- He-he was Hispanic.
- Good.

He-he was short and...

- I mean, he was really short.
- What else?

- That's it.
- That's it?

Yeah.

I know how bad this looks.

Goddamn right, it does.

(DUCKS QUACKING)

What the fuck is this?

This is for one guy.
I don't do two-for-one specials.

Keep your voice down.

Yeah. Well, nobody told you to, okay?

This was one and done. Just blondie.

You want problems? That's fine.

I can make problems.

Trust me, nobody here wants problems.

Then you're half short.

- Who's short?
- Try me, pendejo.

Okay. I'll get you the rest of the money

when you give me the gun.

(SCOFFS) I fucking tossed it, ese.

You told me to get rid of it.

Right. And now I'm telling you I need it.

Well, I threw it in some Dumpster.

Which fucking Dumpster?

I don't fucking know.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

("PACIFIC OCEAN BLUES"
BY DENNIS WILSON PLAYING)

♪ We live on the edge ♪

♪ Of a body of water ♪

♪ Warmed by the blood ♪

♪ Of the cold-hearted slaughter ♪

♪ Of otter ♪

♪ Wonder how she feels... ♪

BILLY: Stay here.

MAN: You got it.

♪ It's no wonder the Pacific... ♪

What's up, JT? Are you having any luck?

My magnetic personality is irresistible.

You want to try it? Come on out.

- You know how I feel about water.
- (LAUGHS)

I know how you feel about water.
I'll be in.

All right.

Come on inside, Billy. Come on inside.

- (SIGHS)
- It stinks.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

You want something to drink?

I'll get it, unless you
stripped my cupboard bare.

There she is.

- Yeah.
- See you got a new radio.

Santa Barbara Police Department.

They were just gonna throw it away.

Perfectly good condition,

and they were gonna toss it
in the trash. It makes no sense.

You know Santa Barbara;
they like new shit up there.

- Yeah, they do. Yeah.
- Yeah.

How's the Suarez case going?

- I've been watching that one.
- Yeah?

Well, actually, that's why I'm here.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

My client saw the shooter
run away from the scene.

Didn't get a good look at him.

All we know is he's a brown guy,
short brown guy.

Evidently, really short brown guy.

- You're looking for a short brown guy.
- Yeah.

So you come to a-an expert.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You want a chaparro, a cabrón negrito.

You know, I know 200 guys
that fit that description.

- I know.
- It's not a, not a lot to go on.

I'm sorry, bud, that's all I got.

Well, I will work my people.

- They are there for me.
- Cool.

- See what I can do. Yeah.
- Okay.

- Hey, Billy.
- Yeah.

Don't go in the ocean.

Lot of chatter on the Coast Guard radio

about chum in the water.

- You know what I mean?
- No.

Evidently, the, uh, drug cartel
dumped a bunch of bodies

and body parts in the...
a little close to the shore,

so, uh, watch out for sharks, Billy.

Appreciate the advice.

All right, man. Love you, buddy.

- I love you.
- (ENGINE STARTS)

(MEN SINGING MARIACHI SONG IN SPANISH)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(SINGING ALONG IN SPANISH)

(LAUGHS, SPEAKS SPANISH)

- (SINGING CONTINUES)
- (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN: Okay, here she comes.

- Miss Silva. Miss Silva.
- There she is.

- (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
- Miss Silva. Excuse me.

Councilwoman. Did you visit
Julio Suarez in jail?

What is your relationship
with Julio Suarez?

- And how long have you known him?
- Do you think he's guilty?

In fact, do you think he's a killer?

The only reason this case
has gotten so much attention

is because a white kid
from Brentwood was killed.

And it's easy to blame the brown kid

and chalk it up into
gang violence, but...

That's why the community center
is so important,

for these kids to know they have
people who believe in them,

just like I believe in Julio Suarez.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

- Wait!
- No more questions.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING PLAYFULLY)

♪ ♪

(TRAFFIC PASSING)

Hola.

- Hola, Billy.
- What's up, honey?

How you doing?

Sorry. Uh, that's my upbringing.

- We call everybody "honey."
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

- I think it's cute.
- Yeah.

Uh, not much. I've just been
here waiting for you

for, like, two hours, I think.

- Well, do you want to come up? Come on.
- Yeah. I...

You know, the-the kids
at the community center

- signed this card for Julio.
- Yeah.

- Come on, let's go, let's go.
- Yeah, and, uh,

I was thinking that you

could deliver this to him,
now that you're his lawyer.

- You heard about that, huh?
- Yes, and I'm so happy.

(LAUGHS) Stop it.

I feel much better about everything.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

Good.

- So, uh, would you give it to him?
- Of course.

- Yeah, yeah. It's no sweat.
- I-I would, but...

No, I get it.

Next time I see him, I'll give it to him.

Thank you.

Sorry, I-I haven't called you
about the drink, I know.

No, you never have.

I got some glasses in there.

I mean, can't promise you
how clean they are.

I don't care. I can...

drink out of a bottle
behind closed doors.

I'm fucked, aren't I?

We are both fucked.

Come on, let's go.

Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Let's go.
- Geez, what do you want?

- Come on, let's go.
- Hey. Ow.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Quiet.

I'm going. Jesus.

(PHONE RINGING)

This is Wyatt.

GABRIEL (OVER PHONE): Did you
have a good workout, Tom?

(SCOFFS) Jesus, Gabriel.
You scared the shit out of me.

How are you, my friend?

GABRIEL: Me, uh, I'm not
a gym person, you know?

I like to be outside in the fresh air.

Listen, if this is about, uh...

Let me finish, Tom.

You know I don't like to be interrupted.

I'm sorry. Of course.

I need you to focus, Tom.

You said everything was
under control, and it's not.

The DEA is getting too close.

And I hear this high-profile lawyer

Billy McBride's on the case.

Now, this is the kind of
attention I don't want.

- Do you understand?
- Hey, I a hundred percent agree.

- And I-I promise you, this is...
- Oh, enough with the promises.

Get Marisol Silva under control.

I will, but if you could...

Tom, interrupt me again.

Get Marisol Silva to shut her mouth.

We need the kid to be convicted

so this investigation is over,
you understand?

You give me two days,

you won't even know this ever happened.

I'm telling you,
you give Tom Wyatt two...

- (LINE CLICKS, BEEPS)
- Gabriel? Hello.

Fuck.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(PEOPLE GASPING, LAUGHING)

Fucking disgusting. Fuck!

Shit.

Shut the fuck up.

Find the fucking thing, goddamn it.

I can't see shit! Fuck.

How do you know this is
the right fucking Dumpster?

- I don't know.
- Do you have

any fucking idea where we are?

- I don't...
- You don't know, do you?

- You don't fucking have any idea!
- I thought it was here!

- Where the fuck is it?
- Shh.

- Where...?
- I put it right here.

- God fucking...
- Don't fucking know where it is.

- (SHOUTS) Fuck!
- What?

- Where the fuck it go?
- I don't know!

- Where is it?
- I don't know where the fuck it is!

Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.

Danny. Danny.

Danny. Hey, Danny.

WYATT: Oh, shit.

- (GROANS)
- W-What the fuck happened, man?

Some creepy fuck with a fucking hook hand

- just kidnapped me. Fuck!
- Who? Who?

I-I don't know. It was one
of Gabriel's fucking guys,

and he said he's gonna kill me.

- Fucking dead!
- Okay, okay. Calm-calm down.

- What did he say? What did he say?
- Fuck. Fuck.

"What did he say?" Jesus Christ, Danny.

I don't give a fuck what he said.

Fucking Marisol. Fuck, man!

- I told her. I told her.
- Okay. Okay.

She didn't fucking lay in you,
motherfucker.

- I gave you one fucking job!
- Stop fucking hitting me, man!

You said you were gonna handle this, huh?

- You like this fucking car?!
- Stop fucking...

- Stop fucking hitting me, man!
- You like all this shit

I've given you, motherfucker?

- Fucking made you!
- I'm trying to fucking drive!

- I gave you everything, fucker!
- (TIRES SCREECHING)

- (SHOUTING CONTINUES)
- (CAR HORN BLARES)

- Fuck you! Fuck you, man!
- (LOOMIS SHOUTING)

Nobody tells me what to do!

Get the fuck off me!

Get me to a shower, you fuck! (SHOUTS)

♪ ♪

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven...

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hang on a sec.

I tried the bar first.

Look, McBride, I'm here out of respect.

I'd like to put a plea offer
on the table.

The kid was at the crime scene,
but he didn't kill anybody.

- He told you that?
- Yeah, and I believe him.

Yeah, I know you do,
because you want to believe it.

I hope you don't have
some big speech planned.

We don't have an audience here.

I'm offering voluntary manslaughter.

11 years. Uh, good behavior,
he'll be out in maybe seven.

By that time, he's only 23 years old.

- That's enough...
- You know what happens to a kid

when they put him in jail
for seven years.

It's a fair offer.

You're gonna do him more harm than good

if you don't take it.

He didn't do it.

The offer is on the table.

You have an obligation to take
that offer to your client.

I don't want this case being overturned

for ineffective assistance of counsel.

No chance.

Good.

$50 million?

Okay.

You know, I don't get to keep it all.

You know how that works.

Yeah, I can tell.

♪ ♪

That's for you. A gift from Miss Silva.

♪ ♪

(PLAYING SOMBER CLASSICAL MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

WYATT: Oh, I remember
you had the salmon ravioli,

and I had the lamb chop,
and I very clearly remember

telling you to distance yourself

- from Julio Suarez.
- He is innocent.

Kids like Julio are
the cornerstone of my campaign.

Okay, this-this is not
about the fucking election!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Danny, Danny, Danny, Danny.

Th-Then just tell me what's going on.

The floor is yours.

When you tipped us off
about the DEA raids,

we had to do some housecleaning.

That's your fucking business.
I did you a favor.

I probably shouldn't have.

But I'm not involved
in whatever mess this is.

Okay, here's-here's how you're involved.

Hunter what's-his-name, the white kid?

He was one of ours.

Okay? This is where
it gets real fucking real.

We needed to get rid of him.

Y-You had him killed?

All I did was pass along a tip
so you can clean up

whatever mess you needed to clean up,

not fucking kill people.

Well, regardless, Julio Suarez
getting picked up for it

is good for us.

There it is, crystal fucking clear.

No, I...

I never meant...

Well, intention or not,
it's what happened,

and we need to fucking deal with it.

I mean, Jesus, you're the one
that introduced Tom to La Mano.

Through a friend of a friend.
I-I don't know the guy at all.

And I never would've been
involved in anything like this.

Can I say something, please?

Okay? Excuse me.

This is just bad luck.

Okay? This is a kid you know

who was in the wrong situation
at the wrong...

- He's not just a kid, Tom.
- No, no, no, we get it.

- We get it.
- He won't stop. He's perfect.

He's a good kid. He's innocent.

We've seen you on the fucking news

night after night, saying just that!

And we're not the only ones watching.

What does he mean?

- Gabriel?
- WYATT: Mm-hmm.

All I did...

was arrange for you to meet.

Okay?

All I did was arrange for you to meet.

- So, you spoke to him?
- WYATT: I did. I did.

Um, I had a-a gun in my back

with my balls hanging out in a towel

in the back of a black fucking Escalade.

- And the... I think the henchman
- (SIGHS)

had a hook hand, and he told me

he was gonna cut my fucking dick off!

- (SIGHS) Julio's my fault.
- LOOMIS: Yeah.

- Yeah, I'd say Julio's your...
- Come on, don't be, don't be...

- No, I-I would.
- Don't...

- Yeah.
- Let's be helpful.

Let's be helpful. Okay?
We're here to help you.

We're here to help us.
We're a team. Right?

I'm sorry.

This is not your fault.

Danny's sorry. Okay?

He knows this is a shitty situation.

But th-there's a bottom line here.

If Julio goes to jail,

we are in the clear.

Julio goes free,

we all go down.

I know you.

And you are stronger
than you think you are.

- You got this.
- (PATTING HAND)

- Good night, Miss Elena.
- Good night.

- What happened to your face?
- Uh, basketball.

No.

Is everything okay?

Yes, all is good.

Great. Uh, one quick thing.

Uh-huh.

- Tomorrow...
- Yeah.

...during the teacher's union meeting,

it might be nice
if you don't only take photos

with the billionaire boys club.

Maybe take some shots with
the people in the community.

We don't want them forgetting
where you're from.

You don't have any idea where I'm from.

- Um, I apologize.
- Just...

Can you please close the door? Thank you.

Sure.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey.

Hi.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

Nothing. (SIGHS)

Politics.