All language subtitles for In Plain Sight (2008) - S01E08 - Don of the Dead (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 MONOLITH).mkv

Since 1970, the federal
witness protection program

has relocated
thousands of witnesses

to neighborhoods
all across the country.

These individuals fall
into two categories:

Those who committed crimes,

and those who merely witnessed
criminal activity.

They all, however, share
a single unique attribute

distinguishing them
from the rest of population.

And that is somebody
wants them dead.

We've tried, father.

But no matter
what we do, we just...

Don't feel
about each other

the way we used to.

We kind of...

Can't stand each other.

I see this a lot
these days.

I think you'll find that
looking beyond yourselves--

really can't stand
each other.

He's got it, Don.

Spending time
helping others

is the best way I know
to open your hearts.

You're familiar
with the immaculate heart

soup kitchen on third.

Yes, I've heard
great things.

We run it.

What about prayer?

We--
attend mass every day.

We have for years.

Can I finish
a sentence?

I don't know.
Can you?

Maybe there's a more
carnal solution.

You could go away
for a romantic weekend.

Recreate your first
night of passion.

I-I was thinking more along
the lines of annulment.

Well, unless
you're first cousins

or one of you was
previously married,

I don't know
what grounds--

the Kennedys do it
all the time.

For the millionth time,
you're not a Kennedy.

It just--
it doesn't seem fair.

Feel free to take it up
with his eminence in Rome.

So that's your advice?

Sex or prayer?

Look...don, Ruth...

You're obviously good people
and devout catholics.

You need to trust that god

has brought you together
for a reason,

and holds a divine purpose
for you as a married couple.

In other words,
we're screwed.

Like monks before the tudors.

We could, you know--
don't say it.

Divorce.

How can you even suggest
such a thing?

Especially in his house.

I mean, I don't know
about you, but I'd rather

be miserable
with you in this life

than face eternal damnation
in the next.

I suppose you're right.

I mean, this is how we show
our devotion to god.

By accepting that we'll
always be unhappy together

And nothing will ever change.

Interfering with
my business, father.

You want to save souls?

You go convert
some protestants.

But you leave
my whores the hell alone!

Please, Joseph, think about
your immortal soul--

Unh!
No!

No!

Unh!

He's with--
Jesus Christ!

It's Joseph Connor.

Who's that?

Only the biggest racketeer
in Boston.

Come on, let's get
out of here.

Phil, you know the rules.

No pill, no breakfast.

Take your pill, Phil,
Phil, pill.

Oh!
Good boy.

Okay, okay.

Now go get breakfast.

Hey.

Hey, Mary.
What'd you bring?

Oh, just, you know,
more unclaimed

lost and found stuff
from the federal building.

Oh, you went out
and bought these yourself.

Well...

That is so unlike you.

Hey, Mary,
good to see you.

Yeah, you too.
How are things, Don?

Couldn't be better.

Ruth, did you remember

to schedule
the hospice delivery?

You mean the same delivery

I've scheduled every week
for over a year?

Yes, that one.

Miss ruthie,
William stole my egg!

Sorry, I have to referee.

So you guys still--

can't stand each other?

Hey, she even finishes
your sentences.

That's fun, right?

Please explain in god's name
why you two don't get divorced.

You make
each other miserable.

And please, don't say
it's because you're catholic.

Lots of catholics
get divorced these days.

Hell, I'm catholic.

I plan on getting
divorced one day.

Be a lucky man
who divorces you.

Damn straight.
Look, Mary.

It doesn't matter
how many people get divorced.

It's not a democracy.

We don't vote
on god's will.

Our vows made us one
in his eyes.

And who are we
to question that?

Although I must admit

I don't understand
why he won't let Ruth

be with someone
that makes her happy.

Okay then,
too weird for me.

Call me
if you need anything.

Will do.
Thanks for the drop-off.

Okay, so Don's
a little anal,

and maybe Ruth's
a bit of a ball buster.

Who isn't?

Still, you gotta wonder,
if such good people

with so much in common
can't find happiness together,

what hope is there
for the rest of us?

Why do they have
to come here to eat?

Ever since I told Mary
about the family discount,

I can't get rid of her.

Two weeks ago she didn't want
anything to do with chico.

And then we start
hanging out,

and all of a sudden
she wants to make it work.

Leave it alone.

You know what I think?

I think she secretly
wants us to get together.

That way she's off the hook
and it's not her fault.

That's why she keeps asking me
to do stuff with him.

I strongly advise you

to not put that theory
to the test.

Oh.

So this is nice, right?

It's like our first date
all over again.

I hope not.

It took weeks
for those bruises to heal.

Technically, that was
our third date.

Only if you count
being introduced

and running
into each other

at the grocery store
as dates.

I do.
I have to.

So are limes limes first
and then they turn into lemons?

Or is it
the other way around?

Oh, sweetie.

Do you really think
limes and lemons

are the same fruit?

Isn't a lemon
just a really ripe lime?

Oh!

Honey.

What about cauliflower
and broccoli?

What?
So I'm not good at produce!

It's not like
I ever had any growing up.

Why don't we forget
about the whole thing?

I was--

no, no, no, please,
I want to clear the air.

Here you make this sweet,
heartfelt gesture

and I completely--

well, okay,
in fairness to me,

your proposal was
spectacularly ill-conceived.

I mean, ridiculous,
but still--

Hey, what's up?

There's been an accident.

Don Ferguson's
been killed.

I was just talking
to him down at the shelter.

Seemed like he never
left that place.

He was one of the few
truly good,

selfless people
I've ever met.

You know, ayn rand's
central thesis

posited selflessness
as antithetical to good.

100 bucks says
you die a lonely old man.

Oh, what's
he doing here?

What are you doing here?

Jogging.

In your car.

I don't like to overdo.

Hmm.
What about you?

Well, with a fire
and burned body,

there's always a question
of arson or homicide.

Car was registered
to a Donald Ferguson.

I take it you knew him.

Yeah, he and his wife
run a homeless shelter.

I help out
from time to time.

Hmm.
What?

Nothing, I guess I just
don't see you as a...

Life in service to others
kind of person.

But hey, good for you.

So you know of any reason why
I should suspect foul play?

Your friend
piss anybody off lately?

I can't imagine.
The guy really was a Saint.

Hmm, if memory serves,

a whole bunch of saints
were murdered

because they got
on the wrong side

of the wrong people.

Mind if break the news
to his widow?

We go back.

Knock yourself out.

She's not gonna
disappear, is she?

All right,
get back to me.

Thanks.

It looks like an accident,

but we should move Ruth
just in case.

Sounds good.

The FBI confirmed
that Joseph Connor

is still in prison
awaiting trial.

But his two sons
have apparently kept up

the family's good name.

I'm waiting for an update
on their whereabouts

from the bureau office
in Boston.

All right,
thanks for checking.

Oh, if you can,
start running backgrounds

on the people
at the shelter.

On their meds
they're colorful.

Off 'em, who knows?

All over it.

Ayn rand can go screw
her atheist self.

The world will miss
Don Ferguson.

I have to see him.

Ruth, Ruth, it's not
a great idea.

He was burned
pretty badly.

That doesn't matter.

I have to say a prayer
over him at least.

He deserves
at least that.

All right.

All right, I'll--I'll try
to make arrangements tomorrow.

He was a good man.
I wish--

that we'd never met.

He could've been happy
with someone else.

I made him so miserable.

No, it's not true.

You two accomplished
so much together.

I know he was happy
with that.

Look, I know
it's the last thing

you want to deal with
right now,

but we have to get you
to a safe house.

No, I can't.

The people here
will be distraught

when they hear the news.

I need to be here
for them.

Besides, I thought
it was just an accident.

Yeah, it probably--
it probably was.

But until we rule out
other possibilities--

you think Joseph Connor
had something to do with this?

No, I don't.

But we don't take
those kind of chances.

Sorry, it's not subject
to discussion.

It's WITSEC policy.

Ruth, we have
to leave now.

No, I won't abandon
these people.

Ruth--
I'll leave the program

before I leave
the shelter.

And that's not subject
to discussion.

Besides,
these people here,

they would never let
anyone hurt me.

Unless it was one of them
who killed Don.

I just don't understand
how you can chase

a ball around in circles

with a bat and glove
all day every day

and call that a career.

What's the point?

Well, first of all,

we don't chase
in circles.

We run around a diamond.

Oh.

Okay.

But the point is,
I guess, that it's...

Graceful,
and athletic, and pure.

And it doesn't pretend
or need to be

anything other
than what it is.

It's just baseball.

And I'm really
good at it.

What?

Oh, nothing.

It must be really nice
to be good at something.

You're good at things.

No, I'm really not.

No.
I wonder
what happened.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I was just wondering
if I could hang up a flyer.

We don't normally allow
people to--

it's for a play
that we're doing downtown.

A musical.

Oh!
I love this show!

When I was a young girl,

I always dreamt
of playing charity.

Oh, well, then you should
audition.

Audition for what?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, right.

What?

I'm too old?

Not pretty enough?

No, no, I just think

you're too classy
to play a prostitute.

Oh, please.

You are so trying to get
yourself out of trouble.

I am not.

Hey, you are absolutely
hot enough to play a hooker.

Hell, I'd pay good money
to have sex with you.

Mom was like
this prodigy dancer

at age 15 until a bunch
of stuff happened.

And my dad was
this super gambler.

And Mary, she's always
been great at everything.

Wait, you dad
was t gambler?

No, that's Kenny Rogers.

Oh, oh.
My dad was a gambler.

"A."
yeah.

And he pretty much
did it professionally.

He won this car
in a poker game.

This car?

Your dad won this car?

Well, yeah,
he supposedly won $17,000.

But he was afraid
to face jinx

because he'd been gone
for three days.

So he stopped
at the dealership

on his way back,
and he came home

with this little beauty.

Actually, I'll show you.

My mom kept
the original registration.

Let's see.

This car is about
the only thing in her life

she's ever
taken care of.

Here we go.
You see?

So what do you know
about lemons?

Limones?

Ahem.
It's--it's my mother.

Hey.

What the hell
is taking so long?

You better not be doing
what I think you're doing.

Who do you think I am?
You?

Just get your ass
back here.

Now!

Uh, I gotta go.

My mom's flipping out
about the car.

I'll be back tomorrow to take
you to physical therapy.

Well, actually,
Mary offered to take me.

Ha, right!
Good luck.

All right, call me
when she doesn't show.

Anyway, I was thinking
afterwards

we could maybe
grab lunch or a movie?

Your treat, of course.

Well, I already...

Told Mary
I'd go out with her.

And maybe lunch and a movie

isn't such a good idea
for us.

I don't want
to cross the line.

Oh.

All right, well, I guess
I'll see you around then.

Yeah, well...

I guess...
Good night, then.

Mrs. Ferguson,

I'm so very sorry
for your loss.

May I see Donald now?

You should know
the burns

are extensive.

H-Hey.

Um...

I just wanted
to say good-bye.

And, uh...I miss you.

Wow.

Didn't see that one coming,
did you?

Neither did I.

I'm sorry we couldn't
be happy together.

I don't yet know

the purpose
of our time together.

But I'm sure
from where you are

the answers are clear.

I hope you know that

even though
I couldn't stand you

I did...

I do love you.

Thank you.

When can I lay him
to rest?

I should be able to release
the body this afternoon.

I don't know if this'll
be of any comfort,

but he wouldn't have lived
much longer anyway.

I don't understand.
Why?

His liver.
It's completely cirrhotic.

He would've been dead
within a couple of months.

Why was Don's liver
cirrhotic?

You are aware,
Mrs. Ferguson,

that your husband was
an alcoholic.

No, that's not right.

I'm afraid
there's no question.

His blood alcohol was .28
at the time of his death.

No, Don never drank.

Except for the sacrament.

He helped
so many people get sober.

He couldn't stand alcohol.

Alcoholics can be
very secretive.

Sometimes the people
they're closest to

don't even know--

my husband got up
at 5:00 every morning

to minister
to the needy.

He didn't get home until
usually well past midnight.

So if you're telling me
that that person

on that table
was an alcoholic,

then I'm telling you...
That's not my husband.

Then you need to get me
a DNA sample,

because the body has been
a fall-down drunk

every day
of his adult life.

We got a big problem.

So I don't get it.

Someone killed Don

and then left
a different body in the car

to throw us off?

I don't know.

Maybe.
Could be a kidnapping.

Any word from the FBI?

Yeah, Connor's two sons
left Boston three days ago

on a fishing trip
to Mexico.

Why didn't the FBI give us
a heads up?

Well, they're very busy,
important people.

Oh, that's unbelievable.

Anyway, they still can't
locate the Connor brothers.

They flew into San Diego,

where they were supposed
to meet up with a friend.

But no one in the family
can or will confirm

or deny anything
after that.

Seems the brothers are big
on witness intimidation,

but not so much
on itineraries.

But if they killed
or took Don

to keep him
from testifying,

why cover it up?

It's more likely to get
the trial delayed

than thrown out.

Who can know
the inner workings

of the criminal mind?

Isn't that
kind of our job?

Huh.

Okay, how about this?

Maybe the body's
one of the brothers.

Or another accomplice
who got killed accidentally.

Or outlived his usefulness.

A lot of maybes
in what you just said.

Yeah, right.

Why don't we let
the FBI worry

about tracking
the brothers?

We'll concentrate
on protecting Ruth

and finding Don.

Preferably alive.

Sounds like a plan.

I'll head back
to the office.
Okay.

Oh, you made it.

Of course I made it.
Why wouldn't I?

Uh, no reason.

Oh, sexy.

So something came up
at work.

I'm gonna have to just
drop you off.

You can get a ride home,
right?

Sure.

In case you didn't notice,

I've been trying to be
more honest.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe "open"
is a better word.

Open with people
and myself

about how I relate.

Which is to say
most of the time I don't.

Hmph.

Uh, I'll call her back.

Oh, don't not talk to her
on my account.

Step outside
if you want some privacy.

Of course not.

I really want to hear
what you're saying.

As I'm discovering,
it has a lot do

with how I handle or, um,

don't handle commitment.

Oh.

You know your sister.
She can talk.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

I think it's great

that you're finally
opening up.

I mean about you
and Brandi.

Get it.

For god's sake,
talk to her!

Yeah, I'll be quick.

Hello.

It's not fair.

I schlep you back
and forth from therapy.

I do your grocery
shopping.

And I wash
your gross laundry.

And as soon as I want
to do something fun,

it's crossing
a goddamn line?

Look, Brandi,
it's just that last night--

why don't the three of us

go and see a movie
together sometime?

Oh, please, if we wait
for Mary to be available,

we'll never go.

And what about
last night?

Ay ay ay...

Hang on, I'm getting
another call.

Yeah.

This is ridiculous.

What the hell is going on
with you and Raphael?

Nothing.
Really?

Okay, well, he just
took the phone

into the next room
to talk to you,

so something's
going on.

Nothing, it's just
a disagreement.

If you're sleeping
with him,

I hope you have
the decency to tell me.

I'm not sleeping
with him!

I can't believe everybody
thinks that I would do that.

First mom, and now you.
I would never sleep with him.

Unless of course you two
were definitely broken up.

Oh!
You know what?

You know what?

I don't have time
for this high school b.S.

Tell chico to call me
when you two figure this out.

What did you do?

What?
Nothing!

Why is everything
always my fault?

God, go to hell.

Hello? Hello?

Now who's gonna drive me?

Do you remember anyone

walking out this way
this morning?

No, not that
I can recall.

Well, someone walked away
from the crime scene.

Can't figure out
where he went next.

Don't worry.
I know just who to call.

Tracks definitely
belong to a male.

Approximately
six foot, 180 pounds.

This guy's totally
jerking our chain.

From the trail of blood,

he's seriously injured.

You can see by his gait
he's getting weaker.

Yeah, go on, smartass.
Say something else.

Oh, hell no.

Car pulled up here.

Four-door sedan.

Rear right tire's bald.

Looks like a guy got out.

There was a struggle.

Our guy was pulled
into the car.

Where'd they go next?

I-40.

With a 15-hour head start,
whoever grabbed your guy

could be anywhere
from California to Arkansas.

Don's last
cell phone call

was to the shelter
last night at 9:16.

Three and a half minutes.

Strange no one mentioned
talking to him.

Looks like backstage
at a fashion show.

Only these people
look healthier.

Hmm.

Hey, what's going on?

Oh, we're going
to the church

to pray for the soul
of that poor man

who died in Don's car.

And for Don's safe return.

Uh, I know you're lapsed,
but we'd love it if you came.

I'll try to make it.

I'm just a little tied up
at the moment,

what with trying to find
your missing husband and all.

Listen, Don called
the shelter last night

around the same time
he disappeared,

and he spoke to someone
for three minutes.

Do you have any idea
who that might be?

No, but Phil's been missing
since last night.

And he wasn't at breakfast
this morning.

He never misses breakfast.

He really shouldn't go a day
without taking his medication.

You don't think he had--

what kind of medication
is he on?

Clozapine.

It's an antipsychotic.

I'll get the police on it.

Time to suit up, Fred.

I have to clean up
for church.

Sorry, I have to take
care of this.

Hey, where were you
last night?

I was here like always.

Did you get any calls?
Say around 9:00?

Nope.

I'm sending
a few marshals along

for extra security
just in case.

Have they found
the Connor boys?

Not yet.

You'll come back right after
the service, right?

We're having a picnic
after the service.

Ruth, you need to take
this seriously.

Okay, I know what
you're doing is important.

But if I can't
protect you...

I really don't want to kick you
out of the program.

Excuse me.

I have to get
everyone on the bus.

Of course you do.

It's tough, huh?

What is?

Watching the light go out
on those childhood dreams.

So...what dream did
your little light go out on?

Oh, I wanted to play
for the Yankees.

Heh.

Stupid.

Why is that stupid?

Because every boy
in the world

thinks he's gonna grow up
and play for the Yankees.

Just like every little girl
thinks she's going to, uh,

I don't know, star on Broadway
or some such nonsense.

It's not nonsense.

But you know
what the hardest part is?

The dagger to the heart?

No, but I'm sure
you'll tell me.

It's when the dream
has passed you by,

and you've made
all these excuses.

You know,
why it didn't happen.

And then one day,

you have that epiphany.

We just weren't
good enough.

We didn't have the goods.

I mean, if we did, well...

We wouldn't be here,
would we?

I was good enough.

Yeah.

You gonna write "wash me"
on the windshield?

Hey, Ruth!

Do you know
whose car this is?

Yeah, it's cook's.

Maybe he forgot
the ketchup.

Yeah, I'm sure
that's it.

Real name Peter odell.

Multiple drunk
and disorderlies,

assault, burglary.

Yeah, and that's
all in my past.

Don and Ruth saved me.
I owed them everything.

I-I could never
hurt Don.

Come on, Pete.

The dust and the bald tire

put your car
at the crash sight.

And I know you had
a thing for Ruth.

Hell, Don knew you had
a thing for Ruth.

To tell you the truth,

I think she's got
a little thing for you too.

Come on, it doesn't
take a genius to figure

your life gets a whole lot
better with Don gone.

I swear I didn't do
anything wrong.

We've got blood, skin,

burnt clothes.

That car is
a veritable

cornucopia
of damning evidence.

Things are not looking good
for you, my friend.

I didn't hurt Don.

But someone else did?

Come on, Peter.

New Mexico is
a death penalty state.

That other body turns
out to be Phil,

you're on the hook
for two murders.

Help yourself out.

I can't.
I promised not to tell.

Tell what?

That you killed
two innocent people?

Okay.

Okay.

Don's car was stolen

when he was
delivering food

to one of
the outreach facilities.

He saw the guy steal his car,
drive away,

then veer off the road.

Don ran after him to help,

but by the time he got there,
the car was totally engulfed.

He, uh, got burned

and he cut up his leg
pretty bad

trying to pull
the guy out.

Calls me at the shelter,

tells me to bring
the first aid kit,

but not to tell anyone.

I drove out there.
I picked him up.

He bandaged himself up
as best he could,

and then he had me

drop him off
at the free clinic.

He was--he was
bleeding a lot.

But I swear
he was alive.

Don said

that he had
to disappear.

That everyone had to think
that he died in the crash.

He wouldn't tell me why,

but he made me promise
not to tell a soul.

Especially Ruth.

He said if she
ever found out,

that she would be
in great jeopardy.

Oh, you expect us
to believe that load of crap.

Any chance he's connected
to the Connors?

With that rap sheet,
it wouldn't be a total shock.

Especially since the FBI
still can't find them.

Is there any reason
why I shouldn't arrest

this mope right now?

No, none
that I can think of.

Peter odell,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Donald Ferguson.

Get up.

You have the right
to remain silent...

Now what?

...be used against you
in a court of law.

Hey, Ruth.

I can't take this anymore!

It's too much.

He's dead,
he's not dead, he's dead.

I don't know, it's just--

hey, hey, calm down,
calm down.

What's--
what's going on?

Phil came to the service.

He's alive.

But he's half out of his mind
off his meds.

He said Don's dead.

He said he saw Don die.

I'm on my way.

Congratulations.
Phil's alive, but Don's dead.

And you're as good
as dead.

Oh, my god.

No.

I-It wasn't me.
You have to believe me.

No, I really don't.

Yes, I'd like to audition
for your show.

I gave him his pill.

But it hasn't taken
effect yet.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Phil.

Listen, I'll let you get--

I'll let you get back
to your praying in a minute,

now I need your help.

Now, I need you to tell me

what happened to Don.

Don came to the church.

And--and we prayed.

He was hurt really bad.

Did he say who hurt him?

So...don is praying.

Then what happened?

Then Don died.

I know it's hard.

But I need to know
where his body is

so we can catch
whoever hurt him, okay?

Don's in heaven.

No, not his spirit.
His body.

Where's his body?

Don's in heaven.

Phil, okay, when we die...

The body gets buried,
and the soul goes to heaven.

The soul inside of Phil.

Right, the soul.

But I want
to concentrate--

Phil has five souls.

They talk all the time.
It's really loud.

Now they're talking
about you.

Where is sister constance
when you need her?

Okay, Phil...
Where's heaven?

In the sky.
Okay, good.

Souls go to the sky.
Bodies stay here.

So where is Don's
frickin' body, Phil?

Heaven.
Okay.

In the sky with...

God and Mary
and the angels.

Jesus.

St. James and St. Thomas.

St. Phillip.

And St. Peter.
And St. John.

So Don died.

Then he went to heaven.

Up there?

Is that what you mean?

Phil...

Did you help Don die?

I put Don in heaven.

Am I in trouble?

Why don't you go pray
with miss Ruth, okay?

Phil prays every day.

Cook's locked up.
That's swell.

I think Phil
might've killed Don.

Keep an eye on him
for me.

What else have I got to do?

Oh, god.

Shh!

What?!

Shh, shh.

What--what?

I just spent two days
running all over creation

thinking you were
kidnapped or dead.

Half the hobos
in Albuquerque

are in mourning.

Cook's facing
murder charges.

And you have the balls
to shush me?

Cook killed someone?
Yeah.

Apparently you.

Now start explaining.
What is going on?

Shh!

Again with the shushing.

Listen.

come here, come here.

Let us pray.

Look at her.

She says it's bad manners

to look at your feet
when talking to god.

Six years ago,
I was in a deep crisis.

Not what people to call
a crisis of faith.

I never doubted
god's existence.

I just couldn't find him.

It was like he was
avoiding me.

It's a terrible thing
to be snubbed by the creator.

So I began attending mass

at a different church
every day.

Seven churches, seven masses,
seven days.

Sometimes even more.

And on the 17th day,

in a small cathedral
south of Boston

during the liturgy
of the eucharist,

I looked over...

And that's what I saw.

I'd never seen anyone
with god before.

But you know, that's not
enough to sustain

a man and a woman.

We've always had god,

but never each other.

You faked your death
to get away from Ruth?

No.
No, it's god's will, Mary.

He spoke to me
through the burning Jeep.

He called that poor soul
who died in my truck home

to end his suffering,
and mine, and Ruth's.

How much blood
did you lose?

I'm not delusional.

God did speak to me.

He said I should
hide myself

here in his house
and pray.

And when my injuries healed,
I should leave this place.

Ruth will find happiness.

And I'll continue doing
his work in another city.

This is god's will,
Mary.

It's what he wants.

You don't believe.

I believe you believe.

And I can't
think of anyone

who deserves to be happy
in this life

more than you and Ruth.

It's ridiculous.

Everybody has
these suspicious minds.

They automatically
assume the worst.

Like can't two attractive
heterosexual people

just be friends?

Not in my experience.

Oh, it's Raph.

Probably wants me
to come over and do his taxes

or snake his toilet.

What?

I just have to say
a few things, okay?

Look, I think

that for the good
of everybody it's...

Probably best
if we stop hanging out.

What?
That's crazy?

Just because we had
some stupid moment

we can't be friends
anymore?

Okay, that's ridiculous.
Nothing happened.

And nothing will happen.
What are you, three?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Chico, cut it out.

Chico?

According
to the gospel of Don,

god told Don
to free himself and Ruth

from the surly bonds
of their loveless marriage.

He said that their union
had fulfilled his purpose.

And now Don
was to leave Ruth

with the belief
he had perished

so that they might
both go out

and find happiness on earth.

Don, being the lord's
faithful servant,

was loathe to disobey.

"And Jesus came upon
two brothers

"who were fishing
in the sea of galilee.

"And said unto them,
'follow me,

and I will turn you
into fishers of people.'"

what's that got to do
with it?

The FBI just picked up
the Connor brothers

on fishing boat
in the Gulf of California

with 400 pounds of Mexican
heroin in the hold.

Before Don limped off
into the desert night,

he asked god, "lord, you have
commanded me to be happy,

"but you haven't
told me how.

"Please, lord,
what does it take

for two people
to be happy?"

But the lord had said
all he would say.

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