03x08 - All the Wisdom I Got Left

[bunniefuu]

[music]

♪ There's a gravesite somewhere ♪
♪ Waiting for me ♪
♪ There's a gravesite somewhere ♪
♪ Waiting for me ♪
♪ I'm gonna lay me down ♪
♪ Beneath a big magnolia tree ♪
♪ Let the branch grow ♪
♪ Let the wind blow the leaves away ♪
♪ Let the branch grow ♪
♪ Let the wind blow the leaves away ♪
♪ Just bring a red carnation on ♪
♪ Sail down today and stay. ♪

[birds screeching]

Brock.

Yeah?

[grunts]

[g*nsh*t]

[through electrolarynx] Stop!

Better have a damn good reason for trespassing on my land.

If this is your land, you must be Sani Crow.

We're looking for Chayton Littlestone.

He k*lled our friend. She was a cop.

Then you came a long way for nothing.

Oh, f*ck. I blame you for this.

This woman you say Chayton k*lled, what did she do to him?

Nothing.

Then why would he take her life?

'Cause he's a f*cking psychopath.

There was a time when you people would have called him a wild savage instead.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Listen... he came to you for help and you gave him sanctuary.

I understand that. He's your people.

But right now every cop within a thousand miles is looking for him.

Not even you can avoid that kind of heat.

That's why I didn't allow him to stay.

When did he leave?

Hood.

A few days before you showed up.

And where did he go?

My best guess would be the Quarter.

It's not a big place.

Let's go.

Hundred bucks says he's lying.

Doesn't matter.

Why not?

He sent us to the French Quarter.

Whether he's selling us out or Chayton, we all end up in the same place.

[clicking]

[theme music playing]

3x08 - "All the Wisdom I Got Left"

[crowd cheering]

Yeah!

Brock, do you see him?

I can't see anything. The crowd's too damn thick.

Hit that m*therf*cker. [laughing]

Hit that m*therf*cker.

Boys, let's up the ante.

Let's get some real sh*t up in here.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

Brock: How the hell did you get down there?

Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event.

In this corner, from God knows where, weighing in at... who gives a f*ck?

[crowd laughs]

Our undefeated champion the Slayer! [cheering]

Brock: Is it me, or does this entire place smell like ass?

And now, joining us in a surprise appearance, a favorite here at the Underground.

Born again. Oh, yeah. [imitating drumroll]

Chayton!

[crowd cheering]

Brock: Hood.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I can't see you. Where are you?

[laughs]

Brock: Hood, where are you?

Finish him.

f*ck.

Hood, what the hell are you doing?! Hood!

[neck cracks]

[cheering]

Hood!

The lady cop, she was your woman?

Good.

[groans]

[screams]

[g*nsh*t]

Don't move, Chayton!

f*ck you, cop.

The next sh*t will blow your f*cking face off.

There are no g*ns allowed in here.

We're cops, assh*le. This man is wanted for m*rder.

Not here, he's not. Here, that man is under my protection.

Fine. I'll sh**t you, too.

[laughs]

Now that'd be a neat trick.

This didn't go as planned.

Man: Chayton...

f*ck. is that man you're fighting also a pig?

Yes.

Now, as much as I'd love to give these fans the death they deserve, I think that k*lling a police officer might complicate my arrangement with local law enforcement.

You're done.

You're done, Chayton!

I'll see you again, cop.

Yeah, you f*cking know you will.

[man laughs]

[laughing]

Now, what you gentlemen need to understand is that Chayton is beloved figure here at the Underground.

And it is only my goodwill that is keeping these dedicated fans from tearing you apart limb from limb.

[crowd shouting]

And I'll wager you got roughly 60 seconds before that goodwill fails me.

Starting now.

[crowd shouting]

Come on, let's go. Let's get the hell out.

Come on.

God damn it, I thought the plan was to watch Chayton.

I didn't want to lose him again.

I'm pretty sure that's what just happened.

Now he knows we're here.

That's an understatement.

What if he leaves New Orleans?

He's not going anywhere.

What is it, Burton?

There's a small discrepancy in inventory at the factory.

What, missing product?

The opposite.

It seems we're showing more profit than sales.

Well, that's a good problem to have.

What would you like me to do?

Look into it. Tell me what you find out.

Anything else?

No. Nothing else.

Burton looked worried.

Oh, Burton always looks worried. It's just business.

[music]

[door opens]

Hey, I thought you went out.

You thought wrong, again.

Did you lose something?

Well, not something.

$125,000.

Apparently some m*therf*cker forgot I'm the one who can count.

What the f*ck were you thinking taking that money?

Now hold on.

It's just a small taste of what I got coming to me.

Nothing coming to no one until we all decide how to handle it.

It's not like I'm running off to Atlantic City.

I'm not an idiot.

Oh, you doing a damn good impression of one.

Something came up.

What?

Something personal.

That's all you need to know.

Hey. Hey!

Let it go, Job.

I ain't sitting on this just to cover for your fat ass.

You hear me?

You do what you got to do. So will I.

[door opens, closes]

Take the bag directly to the drop point.

You deliver to Morales himself or no one at all.

Okay?

Yes, ma'am.

Is there a problem?

If your uncle finds out...

Some chances are worth taking. Don't you think?

Yes, ma'am.

Call me when you're finished.

[loud thud]

You're violating our agreement with Frazier and selling to the Salvadorans.

Yes.

Your uncle won't like that.

Then don't tell him.

It can be our secret.

And in the end...

[zipper unzips]

...he'll thank us for it.

[gasps]

I'm not going to tell him.

It should come from you.

I'm trying to help him. Can't you see that?

This woman is making him weak.

He's making bad decisions.

He's risking everything he's built.

That's not going to happen.

It's already happening.

Fine.

Do what you have to do.

But just know you'll be making him pick between us.

And do you really think he'll choose you over his very special niece?

[chuckles]

[muffled scream]

[chatter]

Man: Again. Good, good.

That's it. One, two, three, slip.

There you go, baby.

[music]

Uppercuts, uppercuts... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

That's it. One, two, three, slip.

Stay... keep your head up. Keep your head up.

One, two, three, slip. One, two, three, slip.

Oscar.

Come on... Shug.

What are you doing here?

How's he doing?

He was doing good, all things considered.

But a few months back, things got bad, you know?

Between the doctors, the nurses, all the new prescriptions, we're drowning, Shug.

Open it.

Jesus.

No, this is way too much.

It's not even close to what I owe your old man.

Look, Pop took his chances just like every other boxer that climbs into that ring.

Could have just as easily been you.

It wasn't.

Why don't you stick around, you know?

You could give some of those young punks the benefit of your wisdom.

That bag is about all the wisdom I got left.

[thudding]

[sighs]

You trying to give me a heart att*ck?

A girl can dream.

Start talking.

No.

[engine cranking]

That's real mature, Job.

Now you tell me who did you give that m*therf*cking money to?

His name is Oscar Cruz, Jr.

His father was a fighter.

So, what, you forgot his son's Bar Mitzvah present?

Senior wasn't ready for that fight.

The promoters didn't care. I didn't care either.

I mean, the title was on the line.

The ref should have stopped the fight after I landed a few big ones.

Lord knows I couldn't.

By the time his head hit that canvas, I had scrambled his brains so badly that he would never speak again.

So where is he now?

[sighs] He's in some overpriced nursing home out West.

Drooling and wearing a diaper.

Now, could you please give me my distributor cap back?

[music]

[groans]

[groans]

[clatters]

[ragged breathing]

Is anyone there?

Oh, looks like you've been down here quite some time.

They worked you over real good.

Always be prepared.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll cut you loose.

[groans]

Just take your time. I'll be right back.

[opera playing, man singing]

[groans]

[g*nshots]

Let's go.

I saved one for you. Come on, let's go.

[distorted music]

Can I help you?

I am going to help you become a better man.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

What did he tell you?

You are going to graciously return all the money he gave you.

That money was a gift to my father.

Oscar Cruz Sr. d*ed in November of 2007.

I saw your handiwork with the forged hospital forms and insurance records.

Junior's been collecting his benefits for years.

Almost as long as he's been playing you.

Sugar thinks I have no clue what really happened in the fight that night.

But I know what he did to my father had nothing to do with boxing.

He took everything...

Bitch, I ain't come to hear your sob story!

I come for the money!

Then come and take it.

What you did or did not do in the past don't mean sh*t to me.

What concerns me is a colleague that can't keep to the m*therf*cking plan in the here and now.

I just want you to remember I gave your punk ass a chance.

[music]

Float like a butterfly, m*therf*cker.

You think you know what happened, Job, but you don't.

Who was she?

Well, if it ain't for money and it ain't for glory, there's only one thing left. Who was she?

Her name was Vanessa.

I loved her, but she loved him.

I could hear her in the stands cheering for her man.

A man who wasn't me.

I never felt that kind of pain.

I didn't know what to do with it.

So I gave it to Oscar to deal with instead.

For 25 years, I sent his family anything I could spare.

Wasn't much, but it was something.

Listen to me. Let it go.

I have had more than my fair share of Podunk Tragedy Theater.

I do not have the energy.

Hey.

You could have kept that money, you know.

Didn't have to say a damn word to me.

So why'd you give it back?

I didn't give it all back.

[music]

♪ Oo-ee ♪
♪ Your love ain't never been so strong ♪
♪ Oo-ee ♪
♪ Your love ain't never been so strong ♪
♪ 16 candles burning ♪
♪ Make love all night long ♪
♪ Love is ♪
♪ Two rivers running side by side ♪
♪ Love is ♪
♪ Two rivers running side by side... ♪

[music continues in background]

Ain't nobody in here gonna talk to us.

No.

But they'll talk to Chayton.

And he'll find us?

That's the idea.

You know, Hood, we've been working together for a while now and I realized I don't know the first thing about you.

You know, like where you're from.

Originally.

[people shouting, laughing]

Town full of day drinkers. That's a concept I can get...

You got something on your mind, Brock?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.

You know, when we... when we k*lled Hondo, I swore to myself never again.

And yet here I am a short while later on another assassination junket.

Sometimes the law can't give justice.

Oh, don't kid yourself, Hood. This isn't justice.

Hondo wasn't justice, okay?

This is cold, hard, self-serving revenge.

We're K*llers, okay? Don't make us idiots.

Keep your f*cking voice down.

Who gives a sh*t? They're all drunk.

You need to calm down.

f*ck that, man.

We drove through five states to come here to k*ll a man.

You don't have to k*ll anyone.

Then what the hell am I doing here?

Huh? What am I doing here?!

Hood!

[music]

[woman moaning] Oh, my God.

Oh, f*ck.

[couple arguing]

[loud thud]

[cracks]

[groans]

[groans]

You can't k*ll me, cop. You're just a man.

No man can k*ll me.

Brock: Hood!

Damn it, give me that.

[panting]

[music]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nshots]

[panting]

[panting]

I underestimated you.

You're not a cop.

No.

Your people deal in lies.

You will never understand the purity of true purpose.

Of a spiritual calling.

You're nothing.

I am a warrior.

I held her neck in these hands.

So delicate.

Felt her pulse tapping against my fingertips.

The life running through her.

[cocks shotgun]

[shell clatters]

[inhales]

[chanting in Kinaho]

[g*nsh*t]

[resumes chanting]

Hey.

[ship horn blowing]

[both grunt]

[splashes]

We should probably get the hell out of Dodge before the locals show up, huh?

Hood, let's go.

I can't go back.

What?

I'm done.

I got nothing left.

So that's it?

You're just gonna walk away?

You know, I've been driving myself crazy trying to figure you out, but I'm done.

Who you are, who you were, where you're from, I don't care. I don't care anymore.

The only thing I care about is my town.

Kai Proctor has been having his way with us, all of us, for way too long.

But you, you're the first guy that bastard couldn't own.

And together, you and me, we could take him down for good.

No.

God damn it.

What do you think she would have wanted, huh?

I'm not going back to Banshee without you.

Gotta finish what you started.

Even if I've got to kick your ass all the way back there myself.

I'm not leaving without you.

Are you done?

I think so.

Come on.

In the name of the Lord and the Church, we extend to you the hand of fellowship.

"I am He who blots out your transgressions for my own sake and remembers your sins no more."

Rise up and be ye a faithful member of the Church.

[music]

In youth we learn.

In age we understand.

This belonged to your mother.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

Kai.

Let's go. [groans]

[g*nshots]

[murmuring]

[thunder rumbling]

[people chatting]

Bacon burger. Cheeseburger.

I thought you and soldier boy were done.

We are.

Does he know that?

Hey.

Hello, Carrie.

Jesus. What happened to you?

I got robbed.

Doug, are you okay?

I will be.

Did you call the cops?

No, I'll be handling this myself.

Maybe you can help.

I understand your father was no stranger to illegal behavior.

Maybe you could shed some light on the nuances of the criminal mind.

My father and I had a complicated relationship.

I doubt I'd be much help.

Okay.

I'd like some more water, please.

Of course.

Leo: They came in through the old service tunnel.

A winch was used to breach the steel door.

They took control of the security cameras and motion sensors.

These guys used our own defenses to their advantage.

The biometric lock was bypassed using a dimensional latent clone and high-end vocal replication generator.

Somebody got close enough to steal your voice and fingerprints.

Once they were inside, the rolling vault codes were exploited by an elite hacker.

After that, all they needed was an experienced safecracker.

And just like that, our money was theirs.

Captain Murphy, we have three unknowns.

Van driver makes four.

Start with the hacker.

He defeated every encryption I set up, avoided every malware trap. And beyond that, he hacked into an ironclad mainframe to shut us down.

You're saying he's as good as you?

I'm saying he's better.

Tell me about the safecracker.

The lock was drilled dead center, the tumblers manipulated with a gentle touch.

The approach was simple, elegant.

The work of a professional.

Are you sure I can't get you anything else?

Not today.

Leo: The one I haven't figured out is the one you fought in the tunnel.

He was well trained.

Lethal, but a little rusty.

He allowed his enemy to live instead of cutting his throat. It shows he's gone soft.

Maybe grown a conscience.

Why have his partners blow the tunnel before he was clear?

Loyalty and a commitment to the objective.

Number three is gonna be a challenge. Dismiss all enlisted personnel.

I want them off the base within the hour.

Yes, sir.

Notify HQ that as of today Camp Genoa is officially shut down.

We're gonna hunt them down and take back what they stole from us.

And then we will make them pay.

[music]

♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Look how you've become so old ♪
♪ Like something bought, used up ♪
♪ And then resold ♪
♪ I think the joke's on you ♪
♪ I think the joke's on you ♪
♪ 'Cause everybody has their price ♪
♪ Just name the number and he'll sell you ♪
♪ His whole life ♪
♪ Time is currency ♪
♪ Time is currency ♪
♪ You always get just what you give out ♪
♪ You always get just what you give out ♪
♪ Don't be afraid to fully live out ♪
♪ All the truths ♪
♪ The animal in you ♪
♪ The animal in you. ♪

[muffled music]