All language subtitles for American Rust s02e07.eng

[Nate] Tell me about your necklace.

My mother gave it to me.
It's Saint Sebastian.

She knew Saint Sebastian
would protect you.

I didn't murder Novick.

- I just took the blame.
- On purpose?

Lee visited me while I was in there.
We were worried about Isaac.

- Aaron, my old cellmate.
- [Bolt] I heard he just got released.

Allegheny Water testing is on the report.
And the initials NG.

Any recollection of who did the test?

Have you tried calling them?

No longer in business.

My relationship with my husband
wasn't perfect.

But I didn't kill him.

[Angela] A payment to her on January 22nd
from an offshore account.

If she's the one hiring,
why is she getting payouts?

Hello?

[man with distorted voice]
Stop what you're doing.

Stop, or we'll send the same package
we sent to your husband.

I killed my husband.

Cuff me and get it over with.

Run ballistics, I guarantee you,
it's the gun used to kill Sue.

It's the right caliber, and it was planted
on my property by Grace Poe,

and now she's trying to frame me.

Ray Fisher's paranoid.

There won't be anything for you guys
to catch them at.

Unless they find out
I know more than I should,

they think I'll talk.

[Angela] If we leave it,
I can use it to talk to Fisher.

Clear Cynthia.

This is a picture
Walker sent to Cynthia as a threat.

I think this is one of many murders
committed and covered up

by detectives at this precinct.

We have a problem.
Your partner, Harris.

Mikey stepped up.
He's gonna take care of it.

With your help, of course.

[lawyer] My client is willing to take
a plea deal with a full written confession

as long as she can avoid a trial.

[Angela] Well, this is a change, Nell.

What exactly are you confessing to?

[Harris] Go ahead.

I paid a stranger to deliver a bomb
when I knew my husband was home alone.

I was cheating on him which you... know.

I wanted to leave him,
but I needed money which Liam had.

But it only became mine if he died.

So...

What about the recurring deposits
to your account?

I sent them to myself.

The money came out
of Liam's offshore accounts.

I wanna be very clear,
Marta had nothing to do with any of this.

Well, this all sounds deliberate.

Calculated.

When did you make the plan?

When Liam found out about Marta.

Was that before or after
the money transfers?

Uh, I guess before.

- You guess?
- You don't remember?

[sighing] I'm afraid
it is all starting to run together.

What made you wanna confess today?

Why the sudden change of heart?

- Is that relevant?
- Oh, it's relevant.

I can't eat.

I can't sleep.

I can't even think straight.

All I can see is Liam's face.

[suspenseful music playing]

So, um...

what's the timeline?

How long am I going to be held
before sentencing?

I'm gonna be incarcerated, right?

We'll arrest you
and start the intake process.

- Right now?
- Yeah, right now.

Please stand.

Nell McKenna,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Liam McKenna.

Well, we got our perp.

If you're just gonna murder him anyway,

why would you transfer money
out of his account and do all that prep

to run away with your lover?

- [clapping]
- Whoo!

Congratulations.

Now the mayor's office can finally
loosen their grip on our balls.

- [laughs]
- Wow.

Gee, Mike Orr,
I didn't know you were a hugger.

Only when you win hard for PPD.

[ominous music playing]

["White Wedding" by Billy Idol
playing over speakers]

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Okay, who needs an "I Don't" cocktail,
Bethany, I think you need one.

- Thank you my lady. You okay?
- Mm.

Yeah, um, I just thought Del
would be here by now.

How are you guys?

- Oh! Couldn't be better.
- Great.

And that is a great dress.

- Thank you.
- It is.

Drew, isn't that a great dress?

Um, yeah, it's extremely red and great.

Well, I thought the color was appropriate.

Well, you know,
red is the color of royalty.

- And victory. Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm glad you guys could make it,
have you met everyone?

Yeah, everyone's been real nice.

- Great. Okay, enjoy.
- [Lucy] Thanks.

Oh, beware,
the dreaded ex-wife is watching.

[laughs]

Dread is a powerful theory now, Grace.

I think he means concept.

Or word.

Ladies, be nice to Virgil.

He shampooed his hair and dressed up
special for the occasion.

He's even wearing underwear.

- Am I? Is that what that is?
- Mm-hmm.

It's weird how some creatures
never change, like...

catfish, or crocodiles...

Come on, I thought I was supposed to be
one of the guests of honor here.

Well, that's one way of putting it.

[inhales] Okay, look, lay one
on your first love for old time's sake.

Come on, come on.
We're all evolved and at peace here.

Come on. Right there. Come on.

[kisses]

All right.

- He didn't wash his hair.
- [Joelle chuckles]

- You didn't wash your fuckin' hair.
- I combed it though.

- You saw me comb it, didn't you, Joelle?
- I did see him comb his hair. With a fork.

Actually, it was a spork.

[sighs]

- Happy divorce, Grace.
- Happy divorce, Virgil.

[Lee] You okay?

I'm fine, yeah. Why?

I know this is supposed to be
all in the spirit of good fun,

but I can't imagine this
being easy for you.

[inhales] Hey, I'm here.

I'm even wearing this $32 sweater.

It looks like the stratosphere

- and a faulty cardiogram had a child.
- He looks nice.

[Billy] Ah...

Thank you.

Whoa! Easy there.

Is that any good?

It tastes like the future.

[clears throat]

He's gonna be so wasted.

He probably needs it.

- The AquaDuck.
- [Bethany] Aqueduct?

[Drew] No duck.

Duck. Quack, quack.

[Lucy] It's a huge waterslide experience.

[Drew] On the Lido deck.

[Bethany] Of a cruise ship?

[Lucy] Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

[Bethany] Sounds, uh...

You know he is a big boy, right?

He can take care of himself.

♪ You know it's a nice day
For a White Wedding ♪

Hey.

Why are you doing this again?

Um, because I thought it would be fun.

Look, our family has not had
the easiest time of it,

and I've got a little money now
thanks to you, so I thought why not.

Besides, I never get to see you anymore
and you're one of my favorite people.

Speaking of favorite people.

Let's just try to have some fun, huh?

Okay, well text if you need anything.

Yup, I'm there now.
I'll check in with you later.

Yowza, lady, that dress!

Angela?

- Yeah.
- Everything okay?

Everything's fine.
Tonight, we're not gonna worry about that.

- As I was saying, look at that dress!
- You like it?

I do like. [kisses]

Mmm. [kisses]

- Finally free.
- No.

No, my heart belongs to a taller, darker,
handsomer man.

I'll accept the first two
of those three categories and just barely.

Mm. Sorry. Afraid you don't get
any say in the matter.

Tonight is my party.
I'm making the rules.

Fair enough.

Cats are too selfish
and far too independent.

They're like these little
four-legged sociopaths.

Give me a dog any day of the week.
Or a goat.

I'd take a goat way over a cat.

Hey. goats are smart.

Oh, my goats. Geniuses.

And despite their reputation,
they're supposed to be incredibly clean.

- Really?
- I kid you not. No pun intended.

[laughing] That's good.

- Isaac, you're funny.
- [Bethany] You're funny.

He's funny. You dating anyone?

I was just wondering the same exact thing.

Um, not really.

Oh... there's this new gal at work.

Her name is Wendy, she's so cute.

She's originally from Kankakee, Illinois.

Uh, also used to be
a professional tap dancer.

I would be happy to set you up.

Uh, I appreciate the thought, Lucy,
but I'm currently sort of seeing someone.

Oh, good for you. Where is she from?

- Um, the city.
- Pittsburg girl. What part?

- South Side.
- Ooh! I love the South Side.

Dee's Cafe. Darts at Jack's.

- Darts at Jack's.
- [laughing] Yeah!

Sure. Yeah, darts are fun.

- [Bethany] Yeah.
- Darts...

Hm...

I'm gay.

Oh.

- Yeah.
- [Lucy] Hm.

[Drew] Huh.

- Hey, gay guys like darts too. Mm?
- [Drew] Everybody likes darts.

And the darts don't care.

- Hey, Isaac, can I talk to you for a sec?
- Mm.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm-- I'm good.

You know, they're harmless.

I'll be right back.

Hey.

Hey.

Maybe you should slow down a bit.

Seriously, you haven't drunk like this
in a long time.

Don't you think I deserve to, though?

Just come back to the table.

Please.

Uh, listen up, party people,
please take your seats.

This divorce dinner is about to be served.

- [Bethany laughing]
- [Virgil] Look at that banner. Mm-hmm.

[all laughing]

[Virgil] Super. Super true story.

I'm responsible for that.

- [Lucy] Are you?
- [Drew] I wanna hear this.

Killed her with a buck knife
and loin cloth.

Oh, yeah. Are you also responsible
for your coat tonight?

[Virgil] You don't like it?
I can see your reflection in it.

- [Bethany] Oh, can you?
- [Virgil] I can.

[laughing]

- Snowball.
- Oh.

You bring your Tupperware
to the party, Del?

Yup, it's in the back of my jeep,

right next to the placemats
and matching tea set.

- Never leave home without it.
- I figured,

what with you being such a big connoisseur
of leftovers and all.

- [Bethany] Oh.
- Touché, Virgil. Touché.

How you doing, Joelle?
Keeping that one in line?

I mostly ignore him.

It's kinda like living with a really hot,
overdeveloped thirteen-year-old.

But you already knew that.

Hey, forever young, baby.

- Amps up to 11, look at them go.
- [glass clinking]

- [laughing]
- Hold it.

I wanna thank you all
for being here tonight

to celebrate the happiest moment
in a woman's life.

- Her divorce.
- Hear, hear! Whoop, whoop!

- [Bethany] Mm-mm.
- [Grace] Uh, Virgil?

Yes.

Thank you for 20 years of, um...

I'm still not entirely certain
what happened, but thank you.

- It was the least Virgil could do.
- [Grace] Mmm.

He's talking about himself
in the third person again.

But she's not surprised.

- Grace is not at all surprised.
- [all laughing]

And it wasn't all bad, we had a couple
of laughs and a beautiful son.

Yeah, he is a very attractive specimen,
I think we did very well in that respect.

[Grace] Mm-hmm.

And over the years,
we've developed a, um...

guess you would call it friendship,

that I actually do appreciate at times.

Used to be a friendship with benefits
until that guy showed up.

You seem to be doing just fine, Virgil.

Yeah, what am I, chopped liver?

No, baby, you are the finest cut.
Prime rib.

Meat metaphors.
Now there's a way to a girl's heart.

- [Joelle laughs]
- [Grace] All right.

Here's to us, our marriage,
and the ending of it.

[chuckles]

- And new friends.
- Cheers.

- New beginnings.
- [Billy] Cheers.

- Cheers.
- [Joelle] Cheers.

I have prepared a few remarks.

- [clears throat]
- [Grace] God help us.

[coughs] All right.

There once was a girlie from Buell

Who married one dirty-dog fool

Dirty but handsome. Extremely handsome.

Yeah, sure.

He was hung like a horse

But she still cried divorce

And left him alone with his...

Drool or tool, I couldn't figure out
which one was better, um,

but [clears throat] anyway,

Grace, that tender bit of verse
is just a preamble

- to my actual divorce vows...
- [paper rustling]

...which are as follows.
- [Bethany] Okay, here we go.

[Virgil clears throat]

I, Virgil Aloysius Poe

promise to abstain from assholery...

- [chuckling]
- [Virgil] Somewhat.

To never stop admiring
the cut of your jib.

And since you're in deep
with Landwill, uh,

to only semi-frequently hit you up

for mostly inconsequential
short-term loans.

Till death do us part. Amen.

But mostly...

I promise to leave you the heck alone,

so that you are free to create
your new life

with that guy there,
which I genuinely do hope is a happy one.

Even though he keeps looking at his phone

like some millennial horndog
surfing a dating site.

Yeah, you know me,
forever the shameless millennial horndog.

[all laughing]

Anyway, come on, if you just
raise your glasses one more time.

As my Uncle Luther who died
changing the oil

under his '62 Plymouth Fury
with suicide doors used to say...

you can't fix stupid,
but you can divorce it.

Ooh, to the unhappy couple.

[all] To the unhappy couple.
To the unhappy couple.

- [chuckling]
- [Virgil exhales]

Whoo!

- [glass clinking]
- I have something to say.

[sighs]

I'm uh, I'm joining the army.

Yup.

I've decided to enlift--
Enlist, I mean. Enlist.

To fight for my country. Hooah!

I can do 37 push-ups in a minute.
A bunch of sit-ups.

Hundreds of sit-ups.
Hundreds of thousands of sit-ups.

And he can't quite do two miles
in under 15-thirty yet,

but he's getting closer.

That weaker right side's firming up.

Your boy's getting closer, Mom.

He's so, so close.

He works so hard every day.

- He's a recovery machine.
- [bangs table twice]

[breathing deeply]

Army's a good thing, right, Del?
Be all you can be.

Certainly helped me when I needed it.

And look at the man he's become.

Did you serve in the military, Mitch?

[clears throat] It's, um, Drew.
And no, I did not.

What about you, Lucy?

No. My sister, Noel was in the air force.

And what about you, Dad, did you serve?

No, you didn't.

Because Virgil Poe doesn't join anything.

No one owns Virgil Poe.

[sighs]

You never signed up
for a fucking thing, did you?

Billy.

Anyways...

that's all I wanted to say.

Happy divorce, Mom and Dad.

[tense music playing]

[hiccups then retches]

- Grace can you get one of those napkins?
- I know what you did.

- What?
- Get out.

Get the fuck out.

Vamanos. Vamanos.

[Grace] Billy, look at me.
Billy. Look at me.

- Look at his eyes, he can't even focus.
- It's all right, all right, I got this.

Come on buddy, get up now.
Up, up, up. Let's go.

Yep. I got you. I got you.

I'm okay.

Shit.

[truck engine starts]

Well, it was a fun idea.

- Hey, shit happens.
- Yes, it does.

There's no way to stop shit
from happening.

- Grace.
- Yeah?

Look at me.

You really have to let go of this
Lee letting Billy rot in prison idea.

We all do things for the people we love.
None of us are immune.

And you know it.

And I sure as hell know it.

[cell phone chimes]

Angela?

- No.
- Can I ask you a question?

- I know you guys are partners--
- What's your question?

Well, what's going on with you two?
What is it?

She's a part of things now.

Oh.

Is she in danger?

So I guess this means you'll be
driving back to the city tonight?

I really think I should.

I really miss you.

Hopefully, this will all be over soon.

Here.

Drive safely, okay?

You, uh...

Are you sure you're safe?

[Angela] I promise.

Okay. You call if you need anything.
I'll be up for a bit.

You know I can handle myself, right?

Yup. I know. I just worry.

Good night.

- [keys jingling]
- [sighs]

[atmospheric music playing]

[Harris] So, what will you do
back in East St. Louis?

[Deluca] You know what?

Before I went to the Police Academy,
I got my teacher's degree.

- No shit.
- Yeah.

Just might get back to that.

Teach at what level?

Junior High kids. Twelve, 13-year-olds.

Good age.

World hasn't screwed them up too bad yet.

Most of them at least.

What subject?

- Literature.
- Oh.

Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Hawthorne,
all that gothic shit.

- Tell-Tale Heart.
- Exactly.

Show me a kid who can't get caught up
in that story.

Grisly murder. Perfect crime.

When you planning on leaving?

As soon as I possibly can.

[both chuckle]

Parting gift.

I assume you haven't brought me
a lifetime supply of nine-volt batteries.

Let's just say Steve Park has been
a real pain in my ass.

He is truly batshit crazy, man.

And when he sets his mind to something,
dude won't stop.

Go ahead, open it.

That jacket has been in the bottom
of my coat closet for months.

Steve found this?

Mm-mm-mm-mm. I found it.

At the crime scene, stuffed in a--

[laughs] Well, you know where I found it.

The beating heart under the floorboards.

Look, Del. I didn't come here
seeking a confession.

- Okay.
- I just ask you to take it off my hands.

Hang it in the closet.
Give it to Goodwill, I really don't care.

Just do yourself and me a favor
and never mention it again

because I want nothing more
to do with that case.

I don't know what happened
in West Virginia,

and I don't wanna know.

Sometimes shit happens
and it can't be explained,

and believe it or not, I respect that.

And maybe that's why it's time for me

to take my tired ass
back to East St. Louis

and let somebody else do the job.

Let Steve Park run around like a chicken
with his head cut off for all I care.

I'm done with law enforcement.

Yeah.

Where we going?

Over here.

I got you, buddy.

[Virgil exhales]
Right here is good enough.

I'll get his legs.

Move around here, bud.

- Let's uh--
- Yeah.

Let's roll him on his side just in case.

[Virgil] Okay. That's a good idea, that's
a good idea, that's a good idea, come on.

[footsteps]

[Virgil] There you go.

There you go. [sighs]

Hey.

Right here, man.

Think he'll be all right?

[sighs] Yeah, yeah.

He'll sleep it off.

[thunder rumbling]

What's up?

[Virgil] It's okay, kid, I'm right here.

[sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

[Rinna] Are you kidding me?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

I need you to track down
some Landwill files. Now.

Start with Mills.
Nicholas Mills, Greene County.

Also find me Brown, Barlow, and Lopez.

What counties?

Oh, I didn't write them down. Fuck!

It's okay, Rinna, I'll find them.

Is everything all right?

I guess everybody's cleaning out
their fucking freezers

because suddenly
they're all finding their water tests.

[sighs]

[sobbing]

Okay, okay.

[sighs] Okay.

[ominous music playing]

- [door opens]
- [Angela] Cynthia?

[door closes]

[Angela] Hey.

I heard they assigned Larkin
and his partner to Vic's case--

What the fuck is that?

Did you put that under my kitchen table?

Since Vic disappeared,
you're the only person

who's been in this apartment
besides me, Ang.

Can you please fucking say something?

I'm sorry.

I just thought that if I heard Vic
getting too crazy--

You bugged my fucking home?

Do you realize how crazy that is?

- Did you do something to Vic?
- No.

- Of course not, no.
- I can't believe anything that you say.

Does Harris know about this?

Nobody else knows. Cynthia...

I was just trying to protect you--

You were trying to control me!

I'm not trying to control you.

Vic is the one
who was trying to control you.

No, you put a bug in my apartment.

You lied to my face.

You talked to IA behind my back

and that's just the shit I know about.

You are a liar!

[breathing heavily]

I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

Cynthia, I'm so sorry.

Get out.

Please, get the fuck out of my house.

[door closes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Lee] Oh, my God.

[Ron] Good morning.

Thank you for gathering here today.

We're here to announce that the weapon
that killed Sue Herlitz

was found on a private property
and turned in voluntarily by the resident.

We have no reason to believe
this person is a suspect.

We will continue our ongoing investigation
into the Sue Herlitz murder

and ensure that Buell remains a safe
and peaceful community.

Thank you.

Yes?

- Morning, Cynthia.
- Harris.

Have you seen Angela?
She's usually at her desk before me.

No clue.

Didn't she stay with you last night?

No, she did not. And she will not be
staying there again any time soon.

Did something happen?

I'm really busy, Del, okay?

Sure.

- [Larkin] I told her not to...
- Hey fellas, what's up?

Morning, Del.
I can fix her up over here...

Either of you seen Orr?

Haven't seen him.

If we see him,
you want us to send him your way?

No. No big deal.

Shit, Del. Watch it.

You almost knocked over my doughnuts.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, fine.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[doorbell rings]

Oh, my God, what are you doing here?

I got your texts.

You seemed so down,
I thought I'd surprise you.

Is it okay that I came?

Come here!

[door buzzing and opening]

[guard] Your lawyer's here.

Please have a seat.

- You're not my lawyer.
- No.

Who are you?

Mrs. McKenna, I've been sitting in
on the depositions

for the water contamination suits.

You used to be Nell Grady, right?

My name is Lee English.

You work for Landwill?

Not directly,
but I'll explain that in a minute.

You're the same Nell Grady
who ran Allegheny Water Testing?

Why are you asking me this?

Because I think you have more.

- More what?
- Water tests.

And if you could tell me where they are,

I could make sure
they get into the right hands.

But I-- I don't have any more water tests.

I burned them all, I sent that video,
what more do you want?

Mrs. McKenna,
I think there's a misunderstanding,

I'm not being clear, I'm trying to help.

Jesus, this will never end, will it?

No matter what I say or do,
you fucking people won't stop!

What you did to my husband!
When does this end?

With my mother?

- With my daughter?
- Mrs. McKenna, please.

I need to go now.

Mrs. McKenna!

[banging door] Guard!

- Get me out of here now. Guard!
- [banging continues]

[sobbing]

[door closes]

Hi. Could I get an old-fashioned
with extra cherries, please?

District Attorney Gossage.

- Clock out early today?
- [chuckles softly]

I'm an investor in this place.

I just stopped by
to check in on things.

You're Grace, right?

Grace Poe.

I am.

I remember you from the debate.
Your passion was...

well, impressive.

Folks over at Landwill
refer to you as "Amazing Grace."

I understand they brought you on board
to help with the locals.

I'm just glad the folks around here are
finally getting some real opportunities.

You probably figured out from the debate,
Sue and I have our differences,

but if she were alive,

I bet she'd probably have changed her tune
about Landwill by now,

it really is transforming this community.

Sue's death...

tragic.

It really is.

And now there's all this new information
about the murder weapon.

I mean, go figure,
Steve Park works so closely with Sue,

and then they find that gun
on his property.

And how is it that you know this?

People are talking.

And the question
they're asking themselves

is why would our new District Attorney

let a major revelation about a murder case
fly under the radar.

I mean, why dismiss
the only legitimate lead he has?

You know, people are talking.

Thank you, Grace.

I appreciate the information.

It's called the Vintage Grand Prix.

Two weeks of parties, street races,
and car shows.

Sounds like a glow-up
from your Pinewood Derby days.

[chuckling] It is.

Maybe this summer we can check it out.

Meet up in Schenley Park.

Sounds like a future date.

I remember when we were kids,

Billy won a soapbox derby
that was over in Point Marion.

His dad built the car from scratch.

It was one of the nicest things
he ever did for Billy.

The car was forest green with red wheels.

I helped paint most of it,

and I was the kid who waved the flag
at the beginning of the race

and Billy almost ran me over. [chuckling]

I think he won, like, 100 bucks.

So, how's it going with him?

I don't know.

Uh, rough.

He's not himself lately.

Something seriously off.

You didn't beat him up, Isaac.

You didn't put him in a coma.

Not literally no, but...

I'm at least partly responsible.

Listen, [clears throat]

you're a good person.

Bad people don't worry so much.

Life will eventually give you
the opportunity

to make up for your mistake.

In the meantime, be kind to yourself.

[sighs]

Oh...

You're wearing it.

I've worn it since the day you left.

[man on phone]
Do you have eyes on her now?

Yeah, she made it home.

The brotherhood isn't gonna bust into
her home and do anything to her there.

You might as well call it a night.

Agent Garn,
we didn't need to drag her into this.

I could've gathered more intel.

Would've been slower,
but she wouldn't be a target.

Everything's already in motion, Harris.
Your partner made sure of that.

It's just one big messy bed,
and now we all gotta lie in it.

[suspenseful music playing]

[distant siren wailing]

[scoffs]

I can see you, Del.

[sighs]

What is this?

Mozzarella wedges?

Zucchini planks?

Jesus, Harris, how are you gonna stop
a bullet for me, with cholesterol?

[sighs]

This is really fucking you up, isn't it?

[scoffs]

Del Harris...

you actually really care about me.

Aren't you scared?
'Cause I'm scared shitless.

I was scared a lot as a kid.

Now not so much.

[sighs]

My dad was like two different people.

He worked road construction,
so he always smelt like asphalt.

It was in his hair and his clothes.

You couldn't wash it out,
it was like a curse.

He had Sundays off, one day a week.

It was his day to rest.

And he could be so patient with me.

And I wasn't easy.
[chuckles]

I could make a terrible mess.

Shoot off my mouth, throw a tantrum while
he was trying to watch the football game,

and he would be so Zen.

So even-keeled.

But sometimes...

this look would come over his face

and his eyes would go weird
and blank-like.

And something would take over, some...

terrible force.

And he'd walk up to me, real simple-like,

and he would beat the living shit
out of me.

For no reason at all.

And then he would beat the shit
out of my stepbrother, too.

Without the slightest provocation.

I think he was doing it because

he knew his life hadn't turned out
the way he wanted it,

and we were the witnesses.

He fucking hated us.

And afterwards when he'd gotten
whatever it was he needed

to get out of his system,
he would fall at our feet,

and apologize and beg us for mercy.

And we would wind up taking care of him.

He would cry himself to sleep...

and my stepmother never did shit about it.

She would just stand there
when it was happening,

frozen, like she was made of glass.

Those were my Sundays for a long time.

Most kids went to the park
or to the movies.

My stepbrother and I took beatings.

Eventually, I realized
that nobody was coming,

nobody was coming to help us,
not my stepmother,

not our teachers,
not even the fucking cops.

I'm so sorry, Angela.

So, I don't look away anymore.

I can't look away.

And I choose not to be scared.

I choose that.

Fisher, Orr, Munson, and the rest
of these motherfuckers need to be stopped.

So we are gonna stop them.

Okay?

Okay.

I think I'd feel better
if you weren't alone tonight.

[indistinct chatter]

Can I get another?

Okay, but this is it. Last one.

[Virgil] Hey. Why don't you
take a ride with me, kiddo?

Got a surprise for you.

Okay? Come on.

[tense music playing]

[door closes]

[lock clicking]

Spartan.

It has its charms.

Where am I sleeping?

The bed.

I'll take the couch.

Hey...

Thanks.

Sleep well, Burgos.

[suspenseful music playing]

Emergency. Cell Block 3.

[suspenseful music playing]

Jesus, Dad.

What have you done?

[engine stops]

I present to you one Aaron Daniel Fuchs.

Your former cellmate,

and one of the sons of bitches
responsible for putting you in that coma.

One of the ringleaders I'm told.

[muffled grunts]

Finish him off, you'll feel better.

[dramatic music playing]

[Grace] What's on your mind?

It's all happening.

Tonight.

[Lee] Next on
American Rust: Broken Justice...

What are you doing here?

There's still somebody out there,
or in here,

planning more damage.

Morning, Steve.

Sit.

Are you following me?

It's your moment, son.

[muffled talking]

[tires screeching]

This plan of yours, think it'll work?

It better.

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