01x09 - Game Theory and Mescaline

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- Previously
on "Briarpatch"...

- We have to talk.
Meet me in Packingtown.

- The boss wants a meeting
with your candy-a*s senator.

- Well, the senator is meeting
with a homicidal monster,

so it has to be
someplace secret.

How did you get
wrapped up in this?

- I'm his attorney.

- You just announced
your candidacy for mayor.

Mayor Salazar is a friend.
When you come to me

for a favor, make sure
you bring something

of equal or greater value
to exchange.

- You ever deal
with the Bains boy?

- Candy Bar?
Oh, no.

He gave up his inheritance,
this house,

and he went just plain loco.

- b*tch,
my g*ng will f*ck you up.

- You're not a g*ng.
You're just bored.

Let's finish this.

You and I are gonna catch
Clyde Brattle.

- You, me, and what army?

- We hatched ourselves a plan.

He'd buy up as much
of Packingtown as he could.

I'd run for mayor

to make something worthwhile
out of it all.

I know what you are, Gene.
You're a contract k*ller.

- Felicity's boyfriend
did k*ll her.

And it was you.

- Dad...

We're going too fast.

Mom, can't you hear me?

We're going too fast.
Fast...

We're going too

- Why can't you understand
this?

- It isn't up to you, kid.

- I decide how fast we go.

- Felicity?

- Pick?

- Captain Colder!

A drink.

- Oh, uh...no, thanks.

I don't

okay.

- To endings.

Ah.

- With Jake Spivey
taken care of,

our business here
for the moment is concluded.

- I'm sorry I wasn't able
to k*ll Spivey personally.

- Sir
- Sidney.

- Oh.

- It's not enough.

- Excuse me?
- I don't want money.

I had a life here, Mr. Brattle.
A new life.

I didn't come here to run away.
I came here to start over.

When Mr. Gattopardo told me
about you,

he said you helped the people
who helped you.

Give me another chance.

I have a lot to offer.

I'm good police,
I'm a good man

- No, no, no.

You were a crooked cop
in debt to the mob,

a debt that was transferred
to me.

I gave you equipment,
money, time.

What did you do?

You took a b*mb
that was meant for Spivey

and you used it
on the Dill girl.

Very messy.

- I had to!

She was on to me.

- That was not a clean-up job.

That was punishment.

She saw beneath your mask.

Self-delusion is the bane

of an enlightened society,
Captain.

I truly hope
you fully understand that.

- Please, I'm begging you.

Things just kinda got away
from me.

I can still make a mark.

- Oh, my boy.

You have made a mark.

Now you just have to
live with it.

- Uhh

It's gonna be pretty.

It's gonna be pretty.

- When you work for me,
it's permanent.

We'll be in touch.

- Plagues of locusts
and boils,

rivers thick with blood.

The ancient ones witnessed
these signs of the end times,

and friends,
as we pass through

into the chaos
of the unknown,

I urge you to stay tuned.

I may upset you.
I may frighten you.

- Can I get a cigarette?

- But I will never
lie to you.

- I'll tell you what.

You answer a question,

you can have one.

You're gonna die out here,
you know that, right?

So I gotta ask

how the hell is he worth it?

- This idiot's made
a lot of mistakes.

But being my friend
isn't one of them.

- Oh, hell, Pick.
That's all right.

- Now, you see, sweetie,

if I offered
this friend of yours



to put the b*llet
in your head himself,

he'd probably negotiate it
down to 15.

- Don't be jealous, Harley.

I'll k*ll you for free.

- Though I really
oughta give him a knife

because he's best
at stabbing people in the back.

- Clyde isn't your daddy,
Harley.

He ain't never
gonna muss your hair or...

tell you
your pecker's big enough.

'Cause it ain't.

- You got soft hands,
Spivey!

- Man, you're wearing
a fanny pack!

- What
- Can I get a light?

- Now,

don't you know
that's bad for you?

- That's the other thing
Jake Spivey knows.

- What's that?

- How to enjoy the things
that are bad for you.

- Pull it tight!
Pull it tight!

- Keys for the van are here
but not the handcuffs.

Phone's dead.

See, you only been dead
a minute

and you're still
pissing me off!

Come on.
You're gonna have to drive.

Come on, girl.
I got you, come on.

- Okay.

- Shut the door, door, door.

- Say, uh, this the first time
you've been behind the wheel

since your parents...

- I'm fine.
I'm fine.

We have to get back.

The person who k*lled Felicity
is Gene Colder.

- Colder?

- He was Brattle's inside man.

He came here to k*ll you,
Jake.

The only person
who matters here is him.

So you need to get on board.
And if not

- Now wait a minute, Pick.
You're goin' too fast.

- What did you say?
- Pick, look out!

- Come on.

Come on!

- Come on.
- Ah

- Oh, God damn it.

- Where's Allegra?

She was at the school
when the bus exploded.

Now she's not answering
her phone.

And she got a meeting
she can't miss.

- Well, lucky for her,
she's got people like you

keeping track of her calendar.

Along with whatever else it is
you do.

- That attack was targeted.

Somebody wanted Allegra
and Jake Spivey out the picture

and I'm willing to bet
that that person

was Clyde Brattle.

- Who's that now?

- You don't know
who Clyde Brattle is?

- I have no idea
who you're talking about.

This town is full of liars.

Of course you wanna be
their mayor.

- This town is full of unsolved
g*dd*mn explosions, Mr. Singe.

And we're hemorrhaging blue.

You know I lost Sergeant Mock
in that attack?

A decent man with a family

who put his head down
and did his damn job?

So if you'll excuse me.

Is that ready for me to sign?
- Yes, ma'am.

This is all of it.
Everything he owns.

- So what are you planning
to do?

To Colder, I mean.

When you catch him.

- Why?

- Well, if you're planning
on k*lling a man,

it ain't the sort of thing

that keeps
till the last minute.

- Are you actually lecturing me
on planning right now?

You?

- I just don't wanna see you
make a mistake.

Like 12 years ago.

- I went to prison for you,
Jake.

I took the fall
for your fool idea.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
my idea?

- Yes.
- Oh, come on, now.

You're the one
that started spilling

about this dirty congressman

who needed to be taught
a lesson.

- I didn't suggest
blackmailing him.

- You didn't have to.

'Cause I did what I always do.

Give you permission to do
all those bad things

that are rattling around
in that pretty little head.

- I went to jail.

And you vanished.

- Look, all I'm saying is...

You've been running from home
for two decades.

- And you?

- I'm trying to make one.

Why don't you join me?

Oh, come on.
You know it makes sense.

Us.

- If you're trying to tell me
that you love me,

you picked a lousy time.

- I told you I loved you

when I took a b*llet for you,
Pick.

- We need to
get back to town now.

Any idea which way?

Come on.
- Ow!

- So this is everything that,
uh, Harold had for Allegra

about Raytek?

- As far as I know.

I told him to give her
some essential oils.

But he said that he didn't like

to mix business
with aromatherapy.

Which I can respect.

Do you know his pillow
still smells like menthol?

- Um, did Harold...

does he still have
that little bug that

he calls it his baby?

- Uh, yeah, that's right here
in this box.

You can take it if you like.
The decrypting software too.

I never wanna see any of that
ever again.

- Okay, thank you.

- What are you gonna do
with it?

- Whatever it takes.

- There's a fire in your eyes,
Mr. Singe.

I like it.

But if it ever creeps down
to your belly, you let me know.

I'll mail you
some milk thistle.

Clean it right up.

- Don't mind your loafers
too much, Mr. Lapin.

Rats are mostly gone now,
due to the asbestos.

- I suppose it requires
some creative thinking,

but I believe I can see
what it is you have planned.

- Oh, I hope you can,

'cause it's big, it's bright,

and it's positively dripping
with dollar signs,

and it can be yours.

Papers are all signed
and deeded.

Your senator
could use this land

to scratch the itchiest backs
in Texas.

He could have a new airport
named after his donors.

Hell, he could have
a waste dump

named after his enemies.

As long as I get
what I need in return.

- Well, well, well.
I am impressed, Chief Raytek.

I didn't expect a policewoman
to be so adaptable.

You know anything

about earthquake architecture,
Mr. Lapin?

- Earthquake?

- San Francisco, California.

Beautiful city out there
by the bay.

You been?

Cold pilsners and crab backs.
The best, right?

- Mmm.
- Problem is...

this is just about
the fifth or sixth version

of San Francisco
they've gone and built.

Until a smart cookie
by the name of John Blume

figured out that you can't
fight earthquakes

by making things stronger.

You fight 'em
by making 'em looser.

Buildings that roll
with the punches.

So nowadays,
big one hits the coast,

those buildings rattle
and shake

like they caught the vapors,

but they don't crumble

no matter how bumpy it gets.

- And that's you, is it,
Chief

or should I say Mayor Raytek?

- It damn sure is.

- Hold on, hold on.

I can't...I can't...

- Ah...uhh

Ah...ah...

Ah!

- You know what happened
to Felicity...

it ain't your fault, Pick.

- Yes, it is.

I left.

You know how on airplanes,

when they tell you to put
your oxygen mask on first?

So you can help someone

who's too little
to help themselves?

I put my mask on first, Jake.

I got out...

so she could live.

- No, you...

you did that
so you could live.

That ain't no crime.

- I spent 20 years running
from this g*dd*mn town.

She must've thought
I was running from her.

I thought she'd be better off
without me.

I thought
she'd make better choices.

Oh, God.

She needed me.

And I wasn't there.

When she died...

She was alone.

- It's done, Pick.

It's done.

- If Felicity really
wanted help,

she would've called someone.

- She did call someone.

Jake?

Jake.

- Huh.
- Jake, come on.

Jake, come on.

- Come on.

Come on!

- The natural state
of the world

is not order.

It is chaos.

The ancient deity Atum
created our reality

as a mirror of the divine sky,

but it is a cracked mirror

which will one day be
subsumed entirely

by the sun god Ra.

Indeed, Ra will destroy
the world,

but it was
in his benevolent eye,

itself a wayward goddess,
that created human life

and allowed us this,

our temporary dream

of control.

Of course,
it was the Nubian people

that told a different tale.

They spoke of a dangerous time

when the Eye of Ra
went missing.

Many brave heroes
lost their lives

in pursuit of her,
and when she was finally found,

wandering in distant lands,

the Eye of Ra was benevolent
no more.

- What the
- Shh.

- Instead,

she had taken the form
of a wild feline,

a fire-breathing jungle cat

who had surrendered
to the very chaos

she was meant to subdue.

Do you understand the power

of an open eye?

Can you look

without blinking

into the madness?

Time has come to answer.

- You're dehydrated.

More than you know.
Drink it all.

Now, who are you?

- Who are you, tin man?

- I'm Jake Spivey.

- I know your mask name,
tin man.

You live in my house.

- Holy sh*t.

Candy Bar Bains?

- That was my mask name, yeah.
Before I lifted it.

- Well,

guess there's something
to be said for downsizing.

- Help me get him to the table.

Just right here.

- Upsy daisy.

- Sugar corrodes, you know.

Eats away at flesh and bone.

My family may as well
have made their fortune

peddling battery acid.

I had no choice
but to abandon them

while there was still something
left in me to save.

- That wound's a metaphor.
You realize that, right?

- There's metal in my leg!

- Are you vaccinated?

- Yeah.

- Well, then you have metal

coursing through every vein
in your body, tin man.

All prisons are structures,
right?

Ergo,
all structures are prisons

That's strong if you need it.

The media, the so-called
criminal justice system, kale

we think that we control
these things,

that we invented them,

but the truth is they were here
long before we were.

Good?
- Uh-huh.

- All right.

- Ooh.

I'd tell you
to close your eyes, tin man,

but you've never opened 'em.

- Pick.
Pick!

Aaaaaaaah!

- Look at me.

Yeah, you'll be fine.

At least on the outside.

- Though no suspect
has yet been named

in last night's attack
on San Bonifacio High,

we've been told to stand by
for an official statement

from Police Chief Eve Raytek.

We now return to
Detective E.Q. Lateral

in the third
of "A Third Man."

- Well, Malgebra Capone,

you tried to divide
and conquer,

but there's one thing you
forgot to account forme.

- You got it all wrong,
Lateral.

- Where's Allegra?
Hmm?

- Ms. Dill has been AWOL

since approximately 10:10
Monday night.

- This isn't like her.

Mr. Brattle.

- Senator Ramirez,

an overdue pleasure.

Cactus juice?

- I've heard a lot about you,
Mr. Brattle.

Some good.

Most of it bad.

- I find binary distinctions
exhausting.

- Mm.

As exhausting
as living in a van?

I will admit

my present circumstances are
not up to my usual standard,

but that is why I am so eager

to hear what it is
you plan to offer me.

- We're not here
to make you an offer.

We represent the government

of the United States
of America,

not the mob.

- Senator Ramirez...

you're an Exeter man, yes?

As am I.
- Huh.

- Remember our motto?

Non sibi.

"Not for oneself."

- Meaning?
- Meaning...

all I am here to do
is help you.

He's here to help us.

- I'm not like Jake Spivey.

I don't need to debase myself
to get what I want.

- Really?

Because I was under
the impression

that you were willing to, uh,

what was it, Cyrus?

- "Take your medicine."

Well...

a spoonful of sugar
and all that.

In exchange for immunity,

you can have those names.

Along with a piece of advice

I am far more valuable
as a friend

than as an enemy.

- This is
the Secretary of Defense.

- Mm-hmm.
And two senators.

Along with that much-admired
admiral,

the one that's married
to the condiments heiress.

- Do you really have the goods
on these men?

- I made them all rich.

The events of Al-Namur
did not happen in a vacuum.

And I can show you
the receipts.

- These four men
are my competition

for next year's nomination.

- And all four
bound for disgrace or prison

with the evidence I have,

leaving the field clear
for you.

That is,

if we have a deal.

- Well, I think we just might.

- Let's go.

- Hey, um...

can you help us
get back to town?

- The bombs, right?
Your sister?

You know
there were two bombers, right?

- Yes.

How do you know?

- Game theory.

Mescaline.

- Okay.

- The first b*mb
was a crime of passion.

It was thoughtless, abrupt,

foolish, really.

Second b*mb was the opposite.

It was rational, precise,

built of a different material
but made to mimic the original.

Now what does that tell us?

- That the second b*mb

was meant to distract
from the first.

- And the question that
capitalism demands we ask is?

- Who profited
from the distraction?

- Very good.

Second b*mb was Semtex,
of course,

like the one that I used
at the zoo.

- You?

- No, no, no, no!

Do not hang
a cop-k*ller trip on me.

My b*mb was a weapon
of liberation,

not of punishment.

I am a conduit of freedom,

a breaker of chains.

Try one of these.

Of course, not all chains
are visible.

Once I freed those animals,

their fate was in
their own hands, or paws.

That camel out there?

It's here by choice.

- Ahh...

- Freedom isn't a gift.
It's a responsibility.

- Hey, is that, uh...

- And sometimes,

we choose to remain in bondage

because it feels safer.

Love and hate, truth and lies
those aren't opposites.

Those are ropes that bind us
to our oppressors.

- The only way to beat a system
is to...

remove yourself from it
entirely.

- Yeah, that's right.

- Look, the only thing
I wanna remove myself from

is this g*dd*mn desert.

- There's a bus
three clicks that way.

If you hurry, you can catch it.

- Thank you.

- Is your eye open now?

Good.

Don't eat the kale.

It's how they spread
Lyme disease.

- Good to be home.

Don't tell me that freak
out there got to you.

You ain't going all tinfoil hat
on me, are you, Pick?

Come on.
I'll get us a car.

We can hole up at my house
till we figure out next moves.

- I'm gonna walk.

- Pick, we just gone done
walking a g*dd*mn marathon.

Why not take it light?

- Because I'm not done yet.

- But it ain't safe alone.

Pick.
They're trying to k*ll us.

sh*t.

- We have to talk.

I need help.

No, not there.
It's not safe.

Meet me in Packingtown.

- We have to talk.
I need help.

No, not there.

- Yeah, yeah!

- Meet me in Packingtown.

- Yee hee hee hee.

- What you doin'
out here alone?

- What the f*ck
happened with you?

Who's bored now, b*tch?

Hey...
I'll do it.

What the f*ck?

You're supposed to be scared.

Guys, let's go.

Crazy b*tch.

Come on, guys.
Hurry up.

Come on!

Crazy b*tch!

- We have to talk.
- Crazy b*tch!

- I need help.

No, not there.
It's not safe.

Meet me in Packingtown.

- There's something
that I need you to hear.

- Come, Sidney.

Oh, there is one more thing.
- Yes?

- I hope your investigator

isn't an essential part
of this deal.

- Ms. Dill is very much
under our control.

- No doubt,
but she does know

about our business together.

And perhaps things
that might be a...liability

for a presidential campaign?

- What are you suggesting?

- Would it be a problem
for either of you gentlemen

if Ms. Dill never
went back to Washington?

- Senator?

Senator.

- Hmm.

Not a problem.

- Good.

We'll be in touch.

- New plan.

Screw the public hearing.

Once we get all the evidence
from Brattle,

we're gonna hand him over
to Justice,

no strings attached, and hell,

they can keep Spivey too.

- And the names on that card?

- I want you to set up
a backchannel meeting

with all four.

I cannot wait
to tell them what I got.

I'm gonna be generous.

Very.

Give them a second chance

in exchange for dropping out
of the race.

Every minute of their lives
moving forward

they are gonna owe to me.

- You do understand
what Brattle meant

about Allegra.

- Yeah.

- And you're okay with it?

- Okay with it?

I'm gonna be
the f*cking president.

- What are we gonna do?

- We're gonna
take them all down.

- This is
- Everything.

- Is this
Spivey's actual signature?

- Does it matter?

- And this should take care
of your problem.

- Looks just like me, don't it?

Come here.

- Earlier today, Police Chief
Eve Raytek addressed the media

in the aftermath

of the high school reunion
attack.

- Our department
lost two officers

in last night's attack

Sergeant Henry Mock,

a dedicated officer
pronounced dead at the scene,

and Captain Eugene Colder,

a good cop who was kidnapped

while defending
the high school.

And I have a message

Gene,

we will not stop
until we find you.

We're gonna get you back.