- [Harris] Let's not. - [gunshot]
[glass shattering]
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
I'm telling you, Harris did something.
I'm not disagreeing with you.
Unfortunately, theories alone don't convince juries.
[Grace] Hey, I'm talking to you.
If you ever have kids, I hope you remember today
and what you took from my son.
Karma can be a motherfucker, you b--
- [Herlitz] Shh, shh. - Are you recording me?
Chloe Tatlock was just found dead at the Main Street Bar.
Shot through the throat.
So if we work together, we can charge them for the drilling and for right of way.
Looks like we got Landwell in a pretty tough spot.
Doesn't fracking seriously poison the land?
[Rinna] Mrs. Howland, may I see the results
of this water test you two keep talking about?
We don't have it no more.
You never did have that test, did you?
It was clean, and now it's spoiled.
Landwell is a client of the firm I work for,
so I can't, in good conscience, tell you what to do.
But I will say this.
You have more power than you think you might.
[thud echoes]
[Billy] You've been hanging onto it all this time?
[Isaac] I was waiting for you to tell me what we do with it.
[Billy] I'll take care of it. Just put it all out of your mind.
[Russell] This can't happen again.
- [Russell] Can I help you with something? - It's really gonna be like this?
Landwell appreciates all your hard work.
[explosion]
[Angela] Know what Liam told him? That his wife was having an affair.
Meet Marta Canter.
Professor of undergraduate poetry.
Please, let me report him.
I know you mean well,
but there's no way that I'm going to IA.
- [Angela] He's going to kill you, Cynthia. - [Cynthia] This is my life.
You still interested? In being a part of it all?
I've just been waiting for someone to ask.
You passed your test.
Welcome back to the brotherhood.
Welcome back.
You're a part of this?
[Dordt] It records up to 160 hours.
May I?
[man 1] Come on, jagoff.
- [Garn] So full of shit. - [Harris] I'll get the fuckin' Zippo back.
Besides, him having it might be a good thing.
He's a wild mouth and a loose cannon.
And I happen to think he could be the key to cracking this thing wide open.
[mournful music]
Your work keeps getting better and better.
What the police chief's wife does for the greater good.
Stop it.
You're turning me on.
[chuckles]
- [he moans] - [she laughs]
I think the cabin needs an extra light source.
Something could reveal itself.
[intriguing music]
Maybe more over here.
You see anything?
What I want to know is
where the hell did the rest of that buckshot go?
[Steve] Hmm...
Yeah.
Bingo.
[melancholy strings]
[engine starts up, rumbles]
[men talking indistinctly]
[machines rumbling]
[drill creaks]
[students chattering in distance]
[man] Breathe. Breathe into your back.
[meditative music playing]
Let you breath fill every part of you.
Let it fill our hands. Your feet.
[Angela] I'm assuming you know about Nell McKenna's husband.
[Harris] How he was murdered by way of a personal mail bomb?
Tough way to go.
"Oh, what's this? Did someone finally send me
those ergonomic slippers I've been wanting for months?"
Kablooey.
We know you were having an affair with Nell McKenna.
We saw you entering her hotel room in Morgantown, West Virginia.
[Harris] Yeah, even those mid-level places have serviceable surveillance systems.
I didn't have anything to do with her husband's death.
How long have you been in a relationship with Mrs. McKenna?
We've been seeing each other for a little over a year.
Did you know the husband?
[Harris] Goes by Liam.
Yeah, I know his name.
I never met him.
[Angela] Did Liam McKenna know about you and his wife?
I'm pretty certain he thought we were platonic.
Were Nell McKenna and her husband still having sex?
I honestly have no idea.
[Harris] Really? You've been seeing his wife for nearly a year
and you never talked about whether she was still fucking him?
That's her business.
For me, it's mostly been casual.
- You and Mrs. McKenna aren't exclusive? - [Marta] No.
I- I think she'd like for us to be.
Do you know if Liam was cheating, too?
These days, who isn't cheating?
Everybody's fucking other people on the internet.
Or at the Stone Pines Hotel.
[Angela] Is that what your poetry's about?
Infidelity?
[Marta] Some of it is.
I mean, someone's gotta hold a mirror up, right?
Aside from the sex part, I actually think their marriage was pretty functional.
They took great care of their daughter.
Kept a nice house.
Money was never an issue.
So, what was in it for you?
You know, she has really beautiful hands.
Hands are my thing.
[door opens]
- [trilling lips] - Fifteen minutes.
- How's the crowd? - Good.
It's really filling up.
- How are you doing? - [sighs]
I'm a steel rod of charm and intelligence.
Bring on the lightning bolts.
I'm seeing big things ahead.
Big things indeed.
That's what we like to hear. State attorney general.
And then...
The governor's mansion.
But first thing's first.
Yes, of course.
Let's get you re-elected.
- Go get 'em. - [microphone feedback]
Stand with Sue.
[crowd murmuring]
[no audible dialogue]
[door opens]
- Can I help you? - Hi.
I was wondering if I could see your records
for the new water tests that have been done for this county
in the last 20 years.
Really? It's late, sweetheart.
I'm investigating an important case for the state attorney general's office.
- It's somewhat of an urgent matter. - Hm.
I could get him on the phone if you'd like.
[footsteps receding]
[intriguing music]
[door shuts]
- [thud] - Ten minutes, then I gotta lock up.
Thank you.
[Gossage] I may not have held public office before,
but I am a graduate of Harvard Law,
I've sat on high-level boards
in both the community and corporate sectors.
And I truly want what's best for the citizens of Fayette county.
I'm fully aware of our recent opioid issue,
and I plan to make it my personal business
to keep these terrible drugs off the streets and out of our schools.
[reserved applause]
And I also want to say this.
Given the promised economic boom
that horizontal drilling has brought to towns like Buell and Brownsville
and Uniontown,
I want to make sure these communities remain safe.
Fayette county will harbor what I'd like to refer to as
"hamlets of hope."
For me and for you,
the citizens of this great county.
Being elected your district attorney will be a beacon of promise
of things to come in southwestern Pennsylvania.
[applause]
- [man in crowd] All right! - Ms. Herlitz?
[Herlitz] I'll be blunt.
My opponent is in the pocket of Landwell Energy.
Do you really want your district attorney putting a gas company first?
Is that what you want?
- [crowd murmurs] - I certainly don't.
And according to the polls, well, the numbers speak for themselves.
To be clear, I have nothing against fracking.
I know there are sound arguments for and against it.
It's not my job to politicize or opine on any industry...
- Opine? - ...that may come into the area.
[Herlitz] No matter how potentially lucrative it may be.
But as your district attorney,
I put law and order first.
I put you,
each and every citizen of this great county, first.
Clearly, Mr. Gossage here
has been strategically pushed onto the ballot
to protect Landwell Energy's best interests.
I work for you.
I stand for you.
And what I am asking is for you all...
- ...to stand with Sue. - [man in crowd] Yeah.
- Stand with Sue. - [man] That's right.
- [woman] Yeah! - [man] Woo!
- [crowd cheers, applauds] - [Herlitz] Stand with Sue.
- [whistling, cheers] - [Herlitz] Yup.
[Grace] No, no, don't touch!
Is this on?
[Grace mutters] I don't... Okay. Just...
Fuck it. Look, I'm sorry. I just can't take this any longer.
That woman has the gall to talk to you
about standing for you? Each and every one of you?
I'm sorry. Excuse my fucking French. It's horseshit.
Sue Herlitz, that clown,
sent my son to a chaotic, overcrowded prison,
where he was nearly murdered
waiting for a trial that never should've happened.
She didn't even have the decency to let him post bail.
And after he got out, after he barely survived a coma
and had to teach himself how to walk again,
she fucked him even worse
with a settlement that wasn't worthy of a racoon.
[scoffs] Stand with Sue?
Stand with fucking Sue.
The only time you are standing with anyone other than yourself
is when you are screwing them up against the wall.
- [gasps] - Okay, Mrs. Poe, you've made your point.
They clearly have you in their pocket as well.
- [man in crowd] Yeah, Grace! -"They" meaning Landwell Energy.
- [woman] This ain't your turn, Grace. - I'm done.
- [woman] Oh, come on. - [applause, affirmations]
[cheering]
[crowd chants] Sue! Sue! Sue!
- [chanting continues] - [mouthing] Thank you.
- [muffled music] - [background chatter]
You always order shots on a work night?
As far as I'm concerned, every night's a work night, so...
what's the difference?
So...
There's something I've been meaning to ask you.
You want to know how it's possible
that I maintain such a relentlessly trim waistline.
No.
I want to know why you left the Pittsburgh PD ten years ago.
Oh, that old yarn.
I'm serious.
We've been partners for like four months now,
and you've never said a word about it.
You really want to know?
I do, yes.
Things got complicated.
- [bartender] Get you guys anything else? - In what way?
Let's just say I was going through what might be classified
as a good old-fashioned existential crisis.
Like a midlife thing?
I was longing for a few shaggy acres, clean air of the woods.
Felt like my life was shriveling up here in Pittsburgh.
You know, sometimes you wake up and realize you need oxygen.
So, why come back?
Honestly?
I missed it.
[snorts]
- Like, the cases? - The cases, the streets, the camaraderie.
The Classic Kielbasa and Cheese at Primanti Brothers, you know?
You never know what you got till it's gone, right?
Cheers to that.
Another thing I've been meaning to ask you.
What was Vic Walker like back in the day?
Not much different than he is now.
Always a bit of a hothead, ambitious, looked stupid.
On his best day, he's always been a decent cop.
And on his worst day?
Like a drunk hockey fan.
Who loses his car keys.
And who likes to hit women.
Vic Walker?
No shit? I had no idea.
Cynthia's really good with makeup.
[huffs] Really good.
I didn't know what to make of it the first time I saw the grab marks.
I thought maybe they were just having rough sex or something, I don't know.
But now it's getting worse.
I have a mind to go to IA.
You really think Cynthia's in serious danger?
I can't see things getting any better.
And look, I know this shit is seriously, deeply ingrained in the culture,
and for some people, it's okay to sit back and say nothing,
but that's not me. No way.
You know how things can go in internal affairs. It's all red tape
and monkey bars, you know?
And it can be a serious time suck.
Trust me, I just went through it with the Chuck Castellanos stuff.
Fisher's still coming after me about it.
The thing you've gotta ask yourself is this.
Does Cynthia have the luxury of that kind of time?
If it's as serious as you say.
[ominous music]
Well, that's not at all creepy.
Where'd you get this?
I ripped it from Cynthia's phone while she was in the bathroom.
This guy's a class-A fucking psychopath.
I'm pretty confident that taking action sooner than later
is in Cynthia's best interests.
Well, I- I support you. Whatever you wanna do, I got your back.
Thank you.
Yeah.
[background chatter]
- [muffled music] - [patrons laughing]
Two Jägers, please.
Must have gone well tonight.
- [Herlitz chuckles] It did. - You want bombs or shots?
Shots, please.
- Put those on the house, Jo. - You got it.
You run a very kind house, Mr. Poe. Thank you.
My pleasure. You just remember this moment if you get re-elected.
Oh, but there shall be so many moments to remember.
- Ooh. [sizzling sound] - [Joelle] Cheers.
Go, girl.
- To victory. - To victory.
[emcee] ...first up for tonight's karaoke extravaganza,
Sue Herlitz. Sue Herlitz, everyone.
[applause]
I think it's time to offer up a big round of applause
for the woman who's sure to remain district attorney of Fayette county.
Let's give it up for Sue Herlitz!
[raucous cheering]
[chanting] Sue! Sue! Sue!
[chanting continues]
Okay.
[clears throat]
Thank you, Ramona.
[slurring] Okay, let's do this.
["My Neck, My Back" by Khia plays]
♪ All you ladies Pop your pussy like this ♪
♪ Shake your body Don't stop, don't miss ♪
♪ All you ladies Pop your pussy like this ♪
♪ Shake your body Don't stop, don't miss ♪
♪ Just do it ♪
♪ Do it ♪
♪ Do it, do it, do it now ♪
♪ Lick it good ♪
♪ Suck this pussy just like you should ♪
♪ My neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack ♪
- ♪ My neck, my back, lick my pussy ♪ - ♪ And my crack ♪
♪ First you gotta put your neck into it ♪
♪ Don't stop, just do it, do it ♪
♪ Then you roll your tongue From the crack back to the front ♪
[Herlitz grunts]
[generic music]
[Hertlitz mutters] My neck, my back, my pussy and my crack.
My neck...
...pussy and my crack.
[continues singing under breath]
[singing along to the radio] ♪ Let me tell you one thing ♪
♪ Before you move along ♪
♪ I'll sing you a love I think you've never had ♪
♪ I'll always sing I love you In the morning ♪
[humming along, chuckles]
[laughing gently]
- ♪ I'll always sing I love you ♪ - [siren]
[groans]
You have got to be kidding.
[song continues on radio]
[groans]
[sighs]
Oh, Officer, there's no need for that.
[gunshot]
[radio continues playing]
♪ I'll smile for you And I'll cry for you any... ♪
[eerie music]
- Dispatch, pulling up now. - [static]
[bird squawking]
[melancholy string music]
[music ends abruptly]
[crow cawing in distance]
- [chatter] - [phones ringing]
- [knocking] - Morning.
Hi, Lee.
[Lee] I just wanted to tell you how impressed I was
by the way you handled the Howlands' deposition the other day.
Oh.
Well, thank you.
[Lee] It was inspiring.
I'm really glad to hear that.
I'll have those new deposition summaries to you by the end of the day.
Fantastic. Thanks, Lee.
[grunts with effort]
[panting]
[grunt, exhale]
[groans with frustration, sighs]
[shouts]
- Eighteen pushups. Pretty damn good. - [breathing heavily]
I want 25.
Oh, you'll get there.
You said it yourself the other day. Your body is relearning.
Your nervous system is rewiring.
Here.
No, fuck that.
Fine, then get your ass up.
[Billy grunts]
[panting]
- [clattering] - Then get up without it.
[Isaac] Come on. Do it. [claps]
- [strained grunts] - There you go.
Okay.
[both grunting]
[Isaac] We're good. All good.
- You did it. You did it. - Yeah, we did.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Hey, that's- that's okay.
I'm sure it happens.
Better get ready for work.
[Grace] So no more cane?
Not for now.
And how's the balance?
- It's getting better. - Hm.
Uh, are you Grace?
I am, yeah.
[woman] Oh, hi, Grace.
My name is Lanie Rankin.
And I understand you just went into business with my son Drew
and my daughter-in-law.
Lucy.
[Lanie] Yes, exactly. Lucy and Drew.
They teamed up with you on your Landwell contract.
- Right? - Mm-hmm.
[Lanie] Great. It's so nice to meet you.
It's nice to meet you. This is my son, Billy.
Oh, nice to meet you, Billy.
- Nice to meet you. - I just had a quick question.
- I hope I'm not interrupting anything. - No, not at all.
Well, I'm over in Monessen,
and after Drew told me about the deal that you guys made,
I decided to go into business with Landwell, too,
and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking a look over my contract.
Lucy says you're very well versed in all the legal stuff.
Yeah, but no.
Um, I- I don't- I don't- I don't know if I'm really the person to--
Uh...
Okay.
- Sure. - [Billy chuckles]
Um, just leave the contract off at your son's house,
and I'll take a look.
[Lanie] Thank you so much, Grace. I really appreciate it.
- Bye now. - Have a nice day.
[Lanie] Mm-hmm.
Side hustle.
[news anchor 1] And now a breaking story out of Fayette county.
[anchor 2] An investigation is underway after Fayette county...
- Thank you. - [Grace] Mm-hmm.
...district attorney Sue Herlitz was found dead in her car.
She was discovered earlier this morning by Chief Park of Buell PD.
At this time, a cause of death has not been determined,
but police tell us they are not ruling out homicide.
According to the Sheriff's office, there are no current suspects.
Up for re-election for district attorney,
Herlitz debated challenger Ron Gossage just last night.
She was last seen leaving local bar Snarly sometime after midnight.
Though she was leading in recent polls,
we'll never know who would've persevered in Tuesday's election.
- Ms. Herlitz... - Mom, what the hell is going on?
[anchor] ...Fayette county's next district attorney.
[Orr] We've already been through this.
[Walker] You know I'm right.
The fucking guy is a scumbag.
He's gonna be in Erie. I have solid intel.
I'll go do it myself.
It is not a good time.
[phones ringing in bullpen]
It's not happening.
[chatter on radio]
[thud]
- Fuck. - Easy.
You need that hand for police work.
All this fucking guy does is shoot me down.
Hey, have you, uh, though about my invitation?
Come out to Buell tonight.
We'll feed you. Drink some bourbon.
Smoke a few cigars.
That actually sounds like a great idea.
What time are you thinking?
I don't know, eightish.
Stay the night.
In the morning, we'll go look for that eight-point buck.
That's really nice of you to think of me, Harris.
Eh, well...
- You know what? Count me in. - Good.
Looking forward to it.
[general chatter]
[phone ringing distantly]
Shut the door.
That was just Jeannie-nie what's her name from the mayor's office.
- Mail-bomb murder? - Yeah.
Now we got them breathing down our necks, too.
- Hey, can I ask you something? - [Harris] Yeah, of course. What's up?
You distracted? You seem distracted lately.
Do I?
[Bolt] I'm just being honest.
Everything okay at home?
Yeah, everything's fine.
Because you and Burgos haven't brought in squat on this thing.
Get your shit together.
We're out there beating the bushes, Chief, we really are.
[Bolt] Please don't let it get to the point
where this thing becomes embarrassing.
We brought you back here for a reason.
[doorbell ringing]
[Angela] Hello, sir. Sorry to bother you.
I'm Detective Angela Burgos from the Pittsburgh PD.
This is my partner, Detective Harris.
How do you do, sir?
Fine.
Wha- what's this about?
Could we have a word with your daughter?
Nell left a few minutes ago.
Do you know where she went?
I'm afraid I don't.
[girl] Mommy hasn't left for her trip yet, Grandpa.
She's in the backyard.
- [suspenseful chord] - Hey!
[fast-paced music]
- [engine revs] - [Angela] Hey!
[tires screech]
What do you think?
I think we let her cook for a bit.
Copy that.
[music in background]
Thanks.
Does he always take your bank card like that?
He'll give it back in a few days.
It'll appear on top of the toilet tank or something.
Does he spend a bunch of your money?
No.
It's just this weird thing he'll occasionally do.
Uh-huh.
Has anything else happened?
- Besides... - No.
What would you say to coming and staying with me for a little while?
Ang, really?
[Angela] At least for the weekend.
You can have the guest room. Just for a night or two.
It's been so long since we've done that.
Hm?
And it... might give you a little perspective.
Things with Vic have actually been pretty good these last few days.
Is that why your lip is swollen? Because things have been "good"?
Will you at least go to IA with me?
Just in case something serious happens.
This way you will have lodged a formal complaint,
and they'll have it on record.
I'm not going to fuckin' IA.
[Angela] I wish you could see what I'm seeing.
[”To Beat the Devil” by Kris Kristofferson plays in background]
[whispers] He's in the bathroom.
[louder] Those mustard greens smell great.
Hope he likes 'em spicy.
Oh, he'll eat anything. I'm pretty sure he's part jackal.
[quieter] Well,
then we shall have to earn the jackal's trust.
We shall indeed have to earn the jackal's trust.
The all-important serum.
[Walker sighs]
Kristofferson.
One of the greatest.
[Walker] My dad used to listen to this record.
Michigan, right?
Yeah, Tuscola, Michigan.
Little town on Saginaw bay.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
♪ If you waste your time a'talkin' ♪
That's it.
♪ To the people who don't listen To the things that you are sayin' ♪
♪ Who do you think's gonna hear? ♪
[Russell] So, how does a guy like you wind up taking a job as a laborer?
[Isaac] A guy like me?
[Russell] I mean no offense, it's just...
you know, you seem so much...
smarter than the other local hires.
Most of them haven't even finished high school.
Well, there was a minute there where I thought I would go to college.
I had good grades, impressive test scores.
Why does that not surprise me?
- You think I'm smart? - I do.
Yeah, you're smart.
Handsome.
There are a lot of parts of you that I like.
Yeah?
Name two.
I like your eyes.
What about them?
They're... kind.
And tinged with the slightest hint of mischief.
[laughs] Okay.
That's one.
Well, you have two eyes.
[Isaac laughs]
Very clever, Russell Wolff.
[Russell chuckles]
So tell me what happened.
Why not do college?
I guess I lost interest.
That's it? You lost interest?
Maybe no one really ever believed in me.
I don't know.
One of the things that comes with growing up in Buell
is this unspoken contract that everyone makes with themselves.
Which is what?
Don't leave.
No matter how bad things get.
I think part of me just...
never believed I could actually make something of myself.
Hm.
In, um...
In Russia, they call that the iron sky.
You've been to Russia?
No, but I've read some books. Dostoevsky writes about it.
Oh, I think my...
My dad was my iron sky.
Tell me more.
Henry English, Irish Catholic.
Former steelworker.
Married my Mexican mother.
Spent the last several years of his life in a wheelchair.
Machine fell on him when he was working in a gravel pit.
Oh.
It was an extra job.
He was in a lot of physical pain.
Constantly on medications for it.
He died a couple months ago.
How'd he die?
He committed suicide.
Took a bunch of pain pills and drank a half a bottle of whiskey.
He didn't think much of me.
There was a lot of unfinished stuff between us.
With your mom?
She drowned in the Mon River about five years ago.
Accident?
Hard to say.
Probably not.
Jesus, Isaac, I'm sorry.
It's okay.
[sighs]
Fucking grief, right?
It follows you around like some half-starved dog.
Turn around and it's always there.
Mm.
You don't get to choose your parents, right?
Definitely not.
The truth is...
I like my life now.
I have a reliable job.
- I make my own money. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, never in a million years would my dad understand this. [laughs]
This?
You and me.
What's he like?
Herschel Wolff is your classic Houston oil man.
He's just a genuine wildcatter who built a life out of nothing.
Basically, he lucked into impossibly rich parcels of land
and became wealthy and powerful
in less time than it takes most people to drive cross country.
Men like that, they don't...
understand guys like us.
I think that's why I struggle with...
letting us get seen in public.
I'm cool with keeping it on the down low.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
For a while anyway.
I appreciate that.
[chuckles]
- Have you witnessed any of this firsthand? - No.
But it's obvious.
He knocks her around on a regular basis, and it's emotional abuse, too.
He does crazy shit like take her bank card just to control her.
But the proof is on her flesh.
She covers it up with makeup before she comes into work.
You don't see it, but I do.
- How long has this been going on? - How long? Too long.
In a situation like this one,
it's best if the victim comes forth and files a formal complaint.
Well, that's precisely why I called you.
She won't come forward.
She's obviously all mixed up about the guy,
and he sends her these... creepy photos as like threats.
What kind of photos?
Fucking dead bodies.
With accompanying threatening texts.
You've seen these?
I've seen one firsthand, yes.
Where?
She showed you?
Do you know who these dead people are?
What does that matter?
They're dead people.
And he's threatening her.
Walker's fucking creepy.
I'm worried for her life.
- These are serious allegations. - I know.
If Officer Frazier's not willing to come forward on her own,
then I'm gonna need more proof.
Can you just walk up to her and look at her?
She's a total mess.
Isn't that proof enough?
No?
Then maybe this is.
[tense music]
[Walker] Thank you so much, Grace. It was so, so good.
[Grace] You are very welcome.
[Walker] I mean, the m- the mashed potatoes? Mm!
A-and the filet. How do you get it charred on the outside like that?
Grapeseed oil.
That's the secret. Grapeseed oil and an old iron skillet.
I'm gonna have to share that with Cynthia.
She makes a decent steak.
This was next level.
Oh, Cohibas!
Yeah, these are definitely Cohibas,
and we shall definitely smoke 'em.
- [Walker] Mm. - [Harris groans]
I was just telling Grace here how...
I'm gonna have to get Cynthia to up her steak game.
Cynthia's a cop.
Oh, yeah?
Did you two meet on the job?
[Walker] Mm-hmm.
[lighter clicks]
We did.
It was love at first sight, I think.
At least for me, it was.
It was her first day.
I saw her in the bullpen.
And I was just immediately smitten.
It was like, uh... [exhales] I don't know.
[chuckling] Like a...
Like a- like a bone went missing from my chest.
Like I couldn't breathe right without her.
I mean, it was that intense that immediate.
- [lighter clicks] - Is that...
Is that crazy?
No, it's not crazy. It's how it should be.
[Walker] Cynthia has so many great qualities.
She's so sweet it almost kills me.
She really cares, you know?
Sure.
[Walker] I've had more than a few pretty big relationships,
and none of them worked out.
So many of them just couldn't understand what it is to do what we do.
But Cynthia, she gets it.
Because she is it.
In all honesty, I...
I had almost given up. I just-
just didn't think it was gonna work out for me, and then...
Phew. There she was.
Think she might be the best thing that's ever happened to me.
And...
I keep messing up in stupid ways.
How so?
Sometimes...
I let my temper get the best of me.
I've seen him break a mug.
[laughs] Yeah.
But I'm working on it. I really am.
[Grace] Well...
that's all we can do, right?
Yeah, we're all miraculous works in progress.
[Walker] Who said that?
Did somebody say that?
[Harris] I said it.
[Walker] Really? Wow.
I like the way that sounds.
"Miraculous works in progress."
You know, Vic, if you ever want to talk about any of this stuff,
feel free to reach out.
She's a wise woman.
[Walker] Thanks, Grace.
Hey, do you mind if I...
bring up a work thing?
You want to talk about Mike Orr.
[Walker] No. Fuck Mike Orr.
Forgive my French, Grace.
Oh, don't mind me. French away.
Fuck Mike Orr.
I want to talk about Fisher.
What about Fisher?
I can't stand that smug son of a bitch.
So pompous, so unimpeachable.
His ideas are always the best.
You know, it's- it's these- it's these young guys.
They think they're so fuckin' smart, so ahead of the game.
I'd like to show Fisher a thing or two.
Rub his nose in it a little, you know?
You want to unseat him.
[Walker] What I'd like to do is... [laughs]
...is depants the motherfucker, duct tape his ankles together,
tie him upside down,
and throw poison darts at his skinny little ass cheeks.
[wheezing laughter]
[chuckles]
[Walker] Could you ima... [laughs]
[laughing]
- Could you imagine? - [Harris] Yes.
[Grace chuckles]
[movie plays quietly]
Is this okay?
What about this?
And this?
[movie dialogue]
[door opens]
- Hey. - [Lee] Hey.
Uh, this is my sister, Lee.
Nice to meet you, Lee. I'm Russell.
Nice to meet you, Russell.
And this is Billy.
- Hey, Billy. - Hi, Russell.
Well, we were just gonna head upstairs for a second.
Cool.
Well, see you around.
See ya.
[chuckling softly]
- I'd give him a seven. - Don't be mean.
- Seven point two? - [she laughs]
Stop.
[distant train horn]
[loud breathing]
Billy?
Billy, wake up.
[shaky inhale]
Billy, wake up!
Billy!
[screams, sobs]
- [struggling] - [wrench clatters]
- [hyperventilating] - [thud]
- What happened? What happened? - It's okay. It's okay.
[pants, sobs]
[Walker snoring]
- [lighter clicking] - [Harris] You were fantastic at dinner.
I think he's starting to trust you.
[grunts] Tomorrow's a big day.
Fisher has veto power.
I need to get Walker talkin' about it.
- He will. - Yeah.
I still need to swap out his lighter.
I wanted to at dinner, but...
he had his hands all over it.
Let me do it.
- Really? - Yeah.
When I said goodnight to him, I saw it on the floor next to the couch.
You sure?
I'm very light on my feet.
You tryin' to say I'm not light on my feet?
I'm like a fucking hummingbird.
[clicks lighter] Do hummingbirds even have feet?
[suspenseful string music]
The green beans.
Green beans.
No olives.
[music picks up]
- [soft clack] - [Walker] Hey.
[murmuring]
Come here, Cynthia.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Feel that?
Feel that big, hard cock?
[snores] That's the T-Rex.
Yes, the greatest of all time.
Say you want it.
You want it. Say you want it.
- Say you want it. - I want it.
Yay.
[Walker resumes snoring]
The green beans.
Not the olives. No olives. I don't want the olives.
[door creaking]
I don't know.
Is any of this connected?
We just have to keep looking.
[phone chimes]
[woman's voice in video] Hey. Hey!
...you.
- [man's voice] Grace. - [Grace] I'm talking to you.
[man's voice on video]
[Grace] You know, if you ever have kids, I hope you remember this day
and what you took from my son 'cause karma can be a motherfucker, you--
- Are you recoding me? - [Herlitz] Yes, Grace, I am.
- [Grace] Fuck you, you stupid... - [man] Okay, okay, okay.
Let's not go there. Let's not go there.
- Let's not go there. - [Grace] God damn it!
[driving music builds]
[music ends]
[Harris] Poker night's comin' up.
Pitch it around the table.
I'll back you all the way.
[narrator] Next on American Rust: Broken Justice.
[Lee] Why is it still here? Why is it in this house?
Allow me. It's Grace?
- Can I call you Grace? - Who are you?
[Harris] You got to be smart.
Smarter than the people that you work with.
[gasps]
[roars] It's good to step out of your comfort zone a little.
- [man] Where's Vic? - [Fisher] The fuck should I know?
Am I my brother's keeper?
[Harris] He'll eventually get what's comin' to him.