All language subtitles for Snowfall.S06E09.WEB_

You want to stay in
business, I suggest

you go buy your
bricks from Louie.

Listen to me, you
cracker motherfucker.

Listen to me.

If I don't have that
money in 24 hours,

I-I promise to God that I will
devote every second I have

to making sure you and everyboy
you care about suffers.

I need to know everything
you can tell me about Teddy

and his operation.

First time I met Teddy McDonald,

he T-boned my car, tased me,

and I woke up chained
in a basement.

My moms blames the CIA
for everything, you know.

Would do anything
to get back at them.

He didn't page you,

ask for your gun
at the junkyard?

Nah.

Marry me.

Don't forget that
you work for me.

All I'm asking for is Franklin.

I can't do this
without you, Louie.

I ain't doing this for you.

I'm doing this to
be clear of Teddy.

If Teddy shows up

and you're not there,

I'm a dead man, Oso.

What the fuck?!

Deal's off the table.

They're gonna bury you
under the fucking jail.

- This is Agent
Guerrero, we have a...

Remove the gun you
have behind your back.

You know how this ends, man.

The fucking CIA, they will
track you fucking down,

no matter where you go.

Whatever he promised
you, it is not worth it.

So, what you want to do?

Five minutes.

You're about to be raided.

The DEA have been
surveilling you.

They know everything.

Fuck are you talking about?

Get against that car.

Louie.

You should run.

Oh, you really don't
want to do this.

I mean, you think killing
some old man is bad?

Working with the Soviets,

you understand they will
tear down fucking walls

to get you after this.

You and your whole
fucking family.

That shit would
actually scare me

if I didn't already
know they cut you loose.

I'm gonna make this
shit real easy.

The banks open up
in the morning.

I'm gonna let you
sit there until then.

Think about your life.

Whether or not you
want it to continue.

And then I'll come back.

And either you'll
pick up the phone

and make the transfers
and live, or you won't.

And I'll blow your fucking
brains all over that wall.

Be fucking sensible.

You cannot kill the one person

who has the thing that you need.

Sensible, huh?

You think that's where
we are right now?

Tracked your father down,

stabbed him in the neck.

Burnt the place to the ground.

Went to the KGB for help.

Got you chained in
a fucking basement.

I wake up in the middle
of the night... sweating.

Can't fucking breathe.

Sensible been
gone, motherfucker.

We're someplace else now.

None of this is necessary.

I can still help you
get what you want.

I have what I want.

No, you don't.

You got problems you
know nothing about.

Quiet.

Ground rules.

Keep quiet,

and I won't tape your mouths.

Need to shit, need to piss,

go ahead.

Ain't nobody gonna take
you to the bathroom.

And ain't nobody gonna take
your chains off for any reason.

Fuck around,

play games,

get hurt.

Franklin.

Hello.

Hey, it's me.

It worked, V.

I got 'em.

That's great news.

Listen, there's nothing
you can do here.

Rest up. I'll talk to
you in the morning. Okay?

Mm-hmm.

We're almost there, baby.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Thanks for coming.

Are you all right?

Fine.

They here?

Yeah. Got 'em both in the back.

In the same room?

Got 'em shackled and
bagged, it's fine.

No. They could be
talking, scheming.

Moreno.

Yeah, I know, Oso.

Listen, you good to move Ruben

into the garage
when we take off?

Yeah.

All right, cool.

You're going? Where?

Made a promise.

I'm gonna keep it.

I'll be back in a few hours.

All right?

It's all true.

You know how long
they've been on you?

No.

Franklin say if they
know I'm involved?

Snitch bitch motherfucker waited

till after I was
done helping his ass

to tell me they
was coming, so no.

All right.

All right, well, you got me

hemmed up in some
shit here, girl.

Okay, okay, so what's the plan?

You got money stashed away?

An exit?

I got a house near Ojai.

Cash stashed, passports,
we could go from there.

How much cash?

Almost a mil.

I want half.

Unless you want
to go at it alone.

'Cause that's fine, I'll
drop your ass off right here.

Get me out of town.
You can have half.

Cissy.

I can smell your perfume.

You need to talk to me.

Your son is in serious trouble.

You can go, son.

I'll be fine.

I'll be out here if you need me.

Thank you.

I know you and your family
have been through a lot.

That you're frustrated by
what you might perceive

to be a lack of progress.

You betrayed my trust.

You manipulated my pain.

And my son.

I have my orders, too, Cissy.

Unfortunately, I cannot
just do as I please

at all times.

The KGB has tapes of Franklin.

My briefcase.

There was a recorder
sewn into the bottom.

Every conversation,

every detail of what he did,

was recorded.

Those tapes are now in
the hands of my superiors.

And if I do not check in with
them in the next 24 hours,

they will find a
way into the hands

of accredited members of
the international press.

It will ruin him,
ruin all of you.

I don't want that to happen.

Free me, Cissy.

I will help extract the
answers you desire from Teddy.

And once you're satisfied,

hand him over to me.

I will end this nightmare
for your family.

What's he like?

The communist?

Tells you what you want to hear.

And then does whatever
the fuck he wants.

So, what happens if
you do what he said?

Hand Teddy over?

I lose my son.

Mrs. Saint?

Ms. Saint.

Mrs. Saint.

I thought I heard
Franklin head out.

I hope he didn't leave
you here alone with us.

Tell me what you did to Alton.

Let me stop the wondering.

Give me that,

and I'll try to make sure that
things go quickly for you.

Well, I got the money.

So I'm not gonna die here.

The best thing you could do

would probably be
to release me now.

And I can clean up this
mess that you made.

KGB wants me to turn
you over to them.

But you know backing the
KGB now gets you nothing.

No money, no answers.

Hunted.

Living in exile.

Do you even feel badly
about any of this?

Destroying this family,

murdering my husband,

decimating an entire community.

Do you even really understand

the pain and suffering
your actions have caused?

Or... is it all just...

moves on a chessboard for you?

I'm sorry, I have
no idea what...

pain and suffering
you're referring to.

You're a government officer

flooding the streets
with pure cocaine.

Yeah, am I rocking it up?

Am I slinging it on
the street corner?

You see me putting a fucking
gun to someone's head, saying,

"Here, you smoke this"?

Look, if these crackheads
don't have the self-control

to not throw their lives away,

you cannot pin that on me.

What fucking world
are you living in?

What have you been doing

besides laundering
your son's money

and helping him build an empire?

Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait.

You don't want to know
what happened to Alton?

I thought I did.

But however Alton died,

there's nothing that can
be done about it now.

I can only find
comfort in knowing

that you will die here.

And you will never touch another
member of my family again.

Alton's not dead.

Fuck you.

Did you see a body?

Or blood?

Or signs of a struggle?

I watched you leave
your building that day.

I went up the stairs,
I found him alone,

I drugged him, I took him
down to a waiting car,

I drove him to an airport,

and I flew him to Puerto Rico
where I put him in a jail cell.

You're lying.

But I promise you Alton's alive.

Want to see him?

Put the hood back on.

Promise me again,
Teddy won't be alive

to come after my family.

I got you.

Hope you get to see 'em again.

Yeah, me, too, amigo.

Thank you, moreno.

What you gonna do now?

I have no idea
what's next for me.

Back in the ring maybe?

No, El Oso is retired.

How about a new character?

The Saint!

Oso.

What made you get a place
all the way out here?

We was looking for properties.

A place to park some cash.

Heard a woman at the
stables talking about it.

I got to piss.

Just, uh...

Be right back.

Louie, what are you doing?

Let me see your pager.

What?

Your pager! Give it to me.

Fuck out of here.
Give me my gun back...

Jesus.

Don't know what the fuck
you think you gonna find,

but knock yourself out.

Get on the ground, put
your hands on your head.

Do it now!

Motherfucker...

I knew it.

He did page you...

from Skully's the
day I was grabbed.

What happened?!

What, you was too
high to respond?

That's not true.

- Give me the keys.
- He didn't fucking call me!

Ah!

Fuck! Louie.

You're crazy, you know that?

I ain't giving you my keys.

I don't want to have kill you,

have your kids find out
their daddy's murdered.

But I will put this
bullet in your head

if you don't give me them
keys right fucking now!

There's no house
in Ojai, is there?

And no money?

Lie facedown on the ground.

And don't fucking
move until I'm gone.

Morning.

How you feeling?

Can I please have some water?

Sure.

The account numbers,

and I'll give you all
the water you want.

What did you give
Gustavo to turn me over?

Less than I thought I'd have to.

So, you were gone
a couple hours.

So that's time to
get over the border.

Northern Mexico.

Quit fucking stalling, Teddy.

Put yourself in my position.

Would you really give up the
only leverage that you had?

I was in your position.

Remember?

When you T-boned my car,
tased me, tied me up.

You know, for the longest time

I wondered why
you did that shit.

Why you didn't
just walk up to me,

introduce yourself,

say you wanted to
be in business?

I had to make sure you were
ready for what was coming.

See if you're strong enough.

No, no, no, that's not it.

You were manipulating
me from the start.

Taking me to that Iranian bank,

acting like you
wanted to help me,

when really all you
wanted to do was

know where I was
keeping my money.

Just like you're doing
to my mother right now...

Feeding her that
bullshit about Alton.

- It's not bullshit.
- It don't fucking matter.

I don't give a fuck about Alton!

Dead, alive or whatever.

The account numbers. Last
time I'm gonna ask you.

Oh, you know, I
didn't memorize them.

Then, where the fuck do
you have 'em written down?

You know...

I'm trying real fucking hard

to make you understand

just how desperate I am.

I hope...

it's not too late
before you believe me.

How do I know if I
told you anything

you wouldn't just shoot...?

Goddamn it.

Oh.

Not so much of a
surprise on that one.

You only had about a 16%
chance of dying there.

You kill me, you get nothing.

Well, I'd have the
knowledge that you was dead

and I was the
motherfucker that did it.

That's something.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

20% on that one, Teddy.

But now shit starts
to get worse for you

very fucking quickly.

This is bullshit.

I... You wouldn't risk

losing the money.

Are they blanks?

You think I'm bullshitting?

Oh, you've lost your mind.

Yep.

Let's go again.

Franklin.

That's enough.

What's wrong? Huh?

What are you doing?

You see his face in there?

That motherfucker's
about to crack.

We just got to
stay on him, Mama.

He doesn't want to die in there.

Franklin... I think we
need to let this go.

Mm-hmm.

What?

Hand Teddy over to Ruben,
let the KGB handle it for us.

Let's just get the tapes and
let's just leave the country.

Mama, what the fuck
are you talking about?

Baby, I see what
this is doing to us.

What it's already done.

Look at me.

Revenge is the only
fucking thing on my mind,

and look at you...

This, this obsession
with this money.

Look at where we are, Franklin.

- What we're becoming.
- What we're becoming?

You think we're the first people
in this world to play dirty?

- Carnegie, Mellon,
fucking Rockefeller?

They were all killers...

I don't want to be
a fucking killer.

And I don't want that for you.

You're too late.

I don't believe that.

Look...

Let's just, let's just get out

while we still have
something to save.

- No, Franklin...
- Oh, fuck.

Let the dream die, baby.

Please.

Franklin.

What?

She's right.

I've been around
you my whole life,

so I know how bad you want this,
and I always believed in you.

But trust me when I tell you,

you don't want to go to
the place you about to go.

It's hell down there,
and you don't even know

if you'll be able to
pull yourself back up.

Okay.

Uh...

Let me be very clear.

I'll never give up.

Never.

I will get back
my fucking money.

Everybody breaks.

Everybody.

Fuck, Franklin.

Sorry, baby.

You okay?

No.

I got a call from
the bank yesterday.

We've officially bounced
our first mortgage check

for Spring Street.

I told them it was
just a transfer error.

Had them put a stop
on all other payments,

but we are tapped out, Franklin.

Can afford to fall
behind by a couple months

on any of the other properties,
but... not downtown.

The moment we miss a payment,
the sharks will smell blood.

This is what the banks live for.

They will do everything they can
to take ownership away from us.

We have no friends here.

We have to get this money,
we have to get it now.

I'm doing everything I can.

Hi, Teddy.

I'm Veronique.

My mother never cooked.

- Wouldn't get within
ten feet of a stove.

I thought it was some
feminist thing...

The rejection of societal norms.

She's that kind of woman.

And then one day,

she told me this story,
how when she was a girl

her grandmother was
cooking Christmas dinner,

and a grease fire
caught in the kitchen.

Have you ever seen what
hot oil does to human skin?

I haven't either,

but apparently it
was ugly enough

to scare my mother out
the kitchen for life.

I really hope you do
the right thing here.

She seems nice.

Do you remember
when you asked me...

if I was prepared to
kill your whole family

to save this operation?

If that's who I was?

Is this who you are?

Just admit that
you made a mistake

and give me my
fucking money, Teddy.

I can't, man, I've
made promises.

I don't give a fuck

about your promises.

Last chance.

Franklin.

Franklin, wait.

Franklin, no, please.

Just wait.

Franklin, no.

Wait.

Please don't do this.

Please don't do this.

Please.

You're making me do this.

He's not here.

When was the last time
you heard from him?

Are you Havemeyer?

Parissa...

I need you to tell
me anything you can

about the last time
you spoke to Teddy.

It was yesterday morning.

And we were...

He proposed.

He was worried...

about Franklin

and about the Russians.

Is he okay?

You are... an animal.

I am what you've made me.

Can I ask you something?

Why'd you do this to me?

After everything
I've done for you...

after always having your back...

why wipe me out?

You still think
this is about you.

This is about

what $70 million in
covert funds can do.

I'm not talking about fucking
airplanes and penthouses.

I'm talking about...

protecting this country

from people who
want to destroy it.

I'm talking about you...

your family...

and your neighborhood.

You don't think
that cost something?

You think that just happens?

No.

- It doesn't just happen.
- Enough.

Enough. Stop. Stop.

Stop with your fucking
bullshit, okay?

The Pentagon spends $250
billion a year on defense.

But you needed my pocket change?

The fuck you did, man!

Tell me the truth, Teddy.

It's all you've got left.

Why did you take
my fucking money?

'Cause it's not
your fucking money!

What?

It's my cocaine and
it's my operation.

I made you what you are.

Everything you have

is because I allowed
you to have it.

And if I look around one day

and I decided that those
funds could be better spent

trying to preserve
our way of life,

then you are goddamn right
that's what's gonna happen.

Well, now we're
getting somewhere.

So, did you even
think for a second

what that would do to me?

What I'd have to do to
try and get that back?

No?

Or yes...

but you just didn't give a shit?

I thought I would live
with the consequences.

Well, here they are.

You never fucking respected me.

Never saw me as a partner.

But you know that's
how I saw you?

I actually thought
you was my friend.

And as fucked-up
as that sounds...

I mean, shit, seeing as
we're telling truths,

I actually thought that
we might know each other

for the rest of our lives.

Barbecues and shit.

And you know earlier

when you said I think
this is all about me?

I don't.

No, no. It really is
just about the money.

Everything I had to do...

what I had to become to get it.

So don't give me any
more bullshit about God

and country and
larger sacrifices.

No.

The fact that you cleaned me
out and took it all from me

means this shit
is all about you.

Why didn't you leave me some?

Huh?

I mean, shit, you could've
left me $5 million.

And said "Thank you
for your service."

I still would've come
at you, but at least,

at least I'd know that
you valued what I did.

But no. You took it
all away from me.

You cleaned me out

because you wanted me to
know who was in charge.

You wanted me to feel
like nothing, right?

Because...

you're the hero
in your own story.

And in your story,

the guy that looks
like you always wins.

But not this time, nigga.

You're gonna die in here.

Alone and unloved.

No star at Langley.

No father or brother
to mourn you.

Not even a blip on
the radar of history.

That's your story.

I wanted to hurt you so bad...

Why?

'Cause you left me.

Hey.

What if we split it?

I can't give it all back.

I can't.

But what if we split it?

$37 million.

You're fucking crazy.
Split the money?

You're in no position
to dictate terms.

I'm asking.

We each walk away with
a small fortune...

and then we go
our separate ways.

Okay.

But I'm not giving you
up until I have my half

and I'm free and fucking clear.

I'll put your half
into an escrow account.

I can do it here,

over the phone, waiting
to be transferred.

And then we decide on a
handoff place somewhere public.

And when we're both there,

and we feel secure,
I'll make the final call

and transfer the funds.

And what about all of this, huh?

You just gonna
forgive and forget?

Yeah, I think I've had
my fill of you and me.

I do have things to live for.

People to live for.

Where are the account
numbers, Teddy?

In my wallet.

All right.

Motherfucker.

Stephen Havemeyer?

That depends. Who's this?

I'm a friend of Teddy McDonald.

He asked me to reach out to you,

arrange a time and place
to deliver him to you.

Afraid I'm not doing anything

until I know who
I'm speaking to.

You know exactly who I am.

Listen, your man asked for
this. Say no, and that's fine.

Not only do you lose your
chance of getting Teddy back,

but you also lose out
getting ahold of a KGB spy.

Your choice.

Hey, Mama.

Tell me this isn't happening.

Tell me you're not
gonna let that man go.

In two hours, we're gonna
meet with Teddy's handler,

we'll do the trade-off,

- this will all be over.
- Over?

You think this is how it ends?

You think Teddy's
just gonna vanish,

and y'all can go on
living y'all's lives?

For $37 million, I'm
willing to take that chance.

You are never gonna be safe.

Do you hear me?

That baby will never be safe.

Like he said,

- we're willing to take that...
- Shut up.

So, that's it?

After all this...

you're with them.

I'm sorry, Mama.

I don't want Leon
or my grandchild

anywhere near the
handoff, you hear me?

I'll go with you to make sure
they don't kill you right off.

And after that, I'm done.

And you and I will never
see each other again.

Can you live with that?

Yes.

Good.

What?

Nothing.

You ain't free yet.

Let's go.

- I'm Stephen Havemeyer.
- Franklin Saint.

You're good?

Just get me the
fuck out of here.

Where's the other party?

The other party is
back at my place.

That's not what we discussed.

- I understand.
- So, what happened?

What happened is
I don't know you,

so I can't trust you.

And you know why I can't?

'Cause for the longest,
I trusted Teddy McDonald,

and look where we are now.

So this is what's gonna happen.

Once Teddy makes the call
and completes the transfer,

and I'm convinced you're
not trying to fuck me,

I'll hand over the KGB agent,

and we can all live
happily ever after.

What if that
doesn't work for me?

Then I'll call the FBI,
and make a deal with them.

Your choice.

Great.

Come on.

Good afternoon.
Fullerton Escrow.

Yeah. Hi...

Ann O'Reilly,
extension 237, please.

- What prison?
- Hold please.

What?

Tell me what prison Alton is in.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I was lying. He's fucking
dead. I shot him twice

- and dumped his body.
- Account services.

Hey, Ann. It's Teddy McDonald.

We spoke a few
hours ago. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's right.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, I am ready to
initiate the transfer.

Yeah, the password is...

No. No...

Teddy. Teddy, hey!

- Hey, Teddy. Teddy.
- Oh, fuck.

Teddy! Fuck! Hold on, hold on.

Hold on, uh...

He's still here. Yeah, yeah.

The pass... The password?

The pa... Okay. Hey, Teddy.

Come on, say the word.

Say the word, please say...

Say the fucking word, man.

Teddy...

Say the fucking word! Hey!

Fuck!

Mama. Mama, we got to go!

Mama!

Goodbye, Franklin.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

Drop the gun, lady!

Drop the gun.

Secure that weapon!

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