(quiet dramatic music)
(music building)
(crescendos)
- (music stops) - (insects chirping)
(water dripping)
(musical ringtone)
What?
NoHo Hank (on phone): I want to talk.
(laughs) Why, did you run out of rockets?
NoHo Hank: I have something to offer you
to make peace.
Not interested in making peace with you, Hank.
- NoHo Hank: I can get you Barry! - (laughs) Oh yeah.
- Bring him over. - NoHo Hank: No, no, no.
I need you to come to my offices.
Fuck you, Hank. Come to your offices.
You shoot my ass off. Who do you take me for? You?
NoHo Hank: He's on his way here right now, okay?
Hangin' up on you, Hank.
No, no, no, no, no, no! Look, look. You see that?
That's Sally Reed, his girlfriend.
And then, there's this little guy.
Is that his son?
NoHo Hank: That's right.
He'll be here any minute.
- I'm coming over. - (hangs up, puts down phone)
(tense melodic music playing)
(sighs)
NoHo Hank: You came to LA looking for him,
didn't you?
Let me guess.
You were in a bad place
and you felt...
like he was the only one who could help you?
Good luck.
I mean it.
Sally: Hank.
What's gonna happen to us?
It's not for me to decide.
(door opens, shuts)
(sighs)
("Finally" by CeCe Peniston playing on radio)
Guns.
Okay... What kind?
- (store chatter) - ("More Than Words" by Extreme playing over speakers)
(guns rattling)
♪ More than words ♪
♪ Is all you have to do ♪
♪ To make it real ♪
♪ Then you wouldn't have to say... ♪
- (parking lot chatter) - (song fades)
(car rumbling)
- (guns rattling) - (struggling)
- (indistinct room chatter) - (shutters snapping)
James Buckner: We'll make this brief.
With this new information coming to light,
we're reopening the Janice Moss murder case.
We now have reason to believe Gene Cousineau was involved.
We were just talking about a movie.
Buckner: ...like to hear a few words from Janice's father.
It pains me to say this...
because I was tricked by the man.
♪ ♪
But I believe, deep in my heart, that Gene Cousineau
manipulated Barry Berkman to kill my daughter.
For the past eight years, he wasn't in hiding.
He was on the run.
And his ego brought him back to LA.
It got him caught. What I want...
what I've always wanted...
was justice for Janice.
(heavy breathing)
John: Mom, please tell me what's going on.
(Sally sighs)
Sally: We don't move around a lot because of my...
special job.
It's because we're fugitives.
Do you know what that means?
It means...
people who are hiding from the police.
Your dad...
Well, he escaped prison
and I ran away with him.
John: Why was he in prison?
Sally: Because he killed a lot of people.
- John: Because he was a soldier. - Sally: No.
Because he was a murderer.
And I'm a murderer, too.
I killed a man.
And...
I deserve whatever happens to me.
But you don't.
You... (sighs)
You're a good kid.
You always...
do the right thing.
I know I never...
really told you that before...
but...
you're a good person.
But I'm not.
(crying) I'm a bad mother.
(sniffles, gasps)
(sobs)
(gasps) I'm sorry.
(sniffles) I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(sniffles) I'm sorry, John.
(Sally sniffling)
Okay, just take her. You, stay with the boy.
Sally: (gasping) No. No...
- John: Mom! No! - Sally: No! No!
- No! No! No! - Sally: It's okay! It's okay!
- John: No! Mom! No! - It's okay!
Mom!
- (Sally gasping, struggling) - No! No, Mom!
(dramatic music)
(guns loading, racking)
(inhales, exhales)
(tires screech)
(engine roars)
(guns clicking)
(sighs)
(dramatic music continues)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(footsteps approach)
(heavy sigh)
Where's the kid?
No, okay... Barry's almost here.
Alright? We got the girlfriend.
That's the dangling carrot.
As soon as he gets here, then you can just--
Bring him out or I walk.
(soft gasp)
(engine revving)
♪ ♪
(music fades)
(sighs)
You're very lucky Barry fell into your lap like this.
Seizing on luck...
is part of my profession.
Fuches: Well, yeah.
You're a businessman, not some lowlife killer.
You got all this through... hard work,
seizing on luck, and...
as a tribute to the love of your life...
who was murdered
by your enemies.
(heavy breathing)
(scoffs)
Denial, it's tough.
I used to think I was a soldier,
ignoring the fact that I'd...
never fought in a battle in my whole life.
I was a poser. Yeah.
And I fancied myself a mentor
(laughs) fostering other men's natural abilities,
but it wasn't until I was in prison
and I got beaten to within an inch of my life,
day after day,
that I finally dropped the bullshit...
and just accepted who I am.
A man with no heart.
I am nothing like you, Fuches.
You're a weak,
manipulative,
- pathetic little man. - (Fuches sighs)
New deal.
I walk away right now. You'll never hear from me again.
All you have to do...
is admit that you killed Cristobal.
Admit that you fucked up.
Admit...
that you were scared.
That you hate yourself.
That there's some days
you don't think you deserve to live.
And the only thing that'll make you forget...
is by being someone else.
(gasps)
He was the love of my life.
I know.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
It never is.
(mouthing)
I just wanted to be safe.
(sniffles)
We all do.
- (door opens) - (NoHo Hank crying)
(gasps)
(crying)
(crying continues)
(inhales)
You know what?
You are a fucking liar.
The deal is off.
Go fuck yourself.
- (gunshot) - (gasps)
(guns clicking)
(Sally yelps)
- (rapid gunfire) - (all shouting)
(all groaning)
- (gun clicks) - (gangster grunts)
(metal clattering)
- (explosion, glass shatters) - (yelling)
(silence)
(groaning)
(coughing)
(indistinct murmuring)
(Fuches grunting)
Okay. Alright.
Okay, son. You're okay. Just come on.
Let me get you back to your daddy, alright? Come on.
Alright. D-Don't look down.
- Don't look down. Follow me. - (groaning continues)
- Sally: John? John? - John: Mom?
- Fuches: It's okay. It's gonna be okay. - I can't fucking see.
- Sally: John! - Guys, I can't see.
- Damian! Wake... - Sally: Where are you?
- Fuches: Just walk with me. Don't look. - Damian, man.
- Sally: John! - (indistinct muttering)
- John... - Fuches: You're doing good, John.
There you go. Keep walking.
(car engine roaring)
(tires squeal)
- (cuts engine) - (sighs)
(panting)
Lord, I'm gonna die tonight.
Please give me the strength to sacrifice myself
so that my son can live a long and pious life.
And that by doing this, all my sins will be washed away
and I will be redeemed in Your eyes,
and I will be able to sit next to You in my rightful place
in the kingdom of Heaven for all of eternity. Amen.
- (insects chirping) - (door opens)
(guns rattling)
John: Dad!
John?
John!
John: Dad!
- Oh, my God. Come here. Come here. - (John whimpers)
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
(Barry panting)
(guns rattling)
(sighs)
(footsteps echo, fade)
Sally: John!
- (Noho Hank sighs) - Sally: John!
(weak breathing)
Sally: John! Barry!
(weak breathing)
(grunting)
(groans, gasps)
(gasping)
(gasps)
(wheezing, shallow breathing)
(gasps)
(wheezing)
(wheeze)
(whimpering)
- (clang) - (gasps)
(whimpers)
(gasping, whimpering)
(whimpers)
(exhales)
(birds chirping)
(birds fade out, silence)
(shower running)
(shower continues)
(sighs)
(insects chirping)
I spoke to Cousineau.
I went to his house.
You went to his house?
He might go to jail for Janice's murder.
You need to turn yourself in.
Yeah.
I don't think that's what God wants for me.
- (sighs) - I went in there tonight prepared to die, and...
for some reason, he spared me.
Honey.
I've been redeemed.
The only way to be redeemed
is by taking responsibility for what you did.
And the only way to do that is...
by turning yourself in.
You're tired.
I'm tired.
It's been a long day.
In the morning, we'll get out of LA. Regroup.
We'll figure out the next chapter of our lives.
Okay?
(Sally sighs)
(Barry sighs)
- (birds chirping) - (quiet traffic noise)
(motorcycle drives by)
(sighs)
(groans)
Sally?
(bed creaks)
John?
- (knocks on bathroom door) - Sally, you in there?
(opens bathroom door)
- Shit. - (footsteps running)
- (opens door) - (traffic noise gets louder)
Sally!
Fuck.
(rattles doorknob)
Gene?
- (rattling doorknob) - Tom: Gene?
It's me. Listen,
I-I hope you're not still on the internet. Are you okay?
Those news trucks went away, so, uh,
you can come out now, if-if you want.
I made, uh, I made a bit of a mess in the kitchen there.
I, uh, I owe you a new Vitamix.
So, so, listen, I'm gonna run out.
Uh, I'm gonna get you a brand new one, so, uh,
I'm gonna be right back. Okay?
Listen, buddy, everything's gonna be fine, I promise you.
J-Just keep your pecker up, okay?
Remember, you're not alone, alright?
(suitcase rattling)
- Jesus! - Who the fuck are you?
- Barry: Sally! Sally! - Jesus Christ.
Barry: Sally!
Tom: Who are you looking for? There's no one here.
Barry: I know she's in here. Sally! Get outta my way.
- Tom: Easy, easy. Please don't hurt me. - Barry: Sally!
John? John, it's Dad!
- Tom: J-Just calm down, please. - Where's my family?
Hey, I know they're here. Sally Reed. Blonde girl.
She's got a little boy with her.
I swear on my life, they've never come here.
They've been talking to Cousineau. I know they're here.
Tom: Please believe me, they're not here.
- (panting) - (distant dog barking)
Listen. Uh...
Maybe, uh...
maybe it's a good thing that you...
that you came now, Barry.
You know, Gene
is in a desperate situation.
Gene's gonna go to jail.
He's being accused of all the things th-that you did.
You're the only one who can save him, Barry.
(Tom panting)
This is an opportunity...
to do the right thing.
A-And you haven't seen a little boy here?
Tom: I haven't.
I see.
You should call the cops.
Tom: The cops?
- I'm gonna turn myself in-- - (gunshot)
Ah...
Jeez...
- Oh, wow. - (gunshot)
(insects, birds chirping)
Tom (muffled): The address, uh, it, it's 331 Everwood!
It's the corner of Everwood and Steiner!
Look, we need an ambulance right now, okay?!
(applause)
(applause continues)
(crowd cheering)
(indistinct)
- (audience cheering) - (giggles)
Thank you!
(indistinct whisper)
(giggles, sniffs)
(laughs)
How amazing are they? (laughs)
(applause, cheering continue)
- (crowd chatter) - Student 1: Hey, that was so wonderful, Ms. Reed.
Sally: Oh, thank you, guys. Thanks for coming.
Hey, I wanna see you audition next spring!
- Student 2: Okay, got it. - Sally: Bye! Drive safe.
Okay, let's go home.
Sally Reed?
- Hi. - Sally: Yeah? Hi.
It was a great show tonight.
Oh, thank you so much.
I love "Our Town." I'm actually a big "Our Town" head.
- (laughs) - Oh.
Oh, Robert. Uh,
- I'm the new, uh, AP history teacher. - Oh, hey!
Hey, Robert. Nice to meet you.
Robert: I try to get my students to come out
and support the theater kids.
It's, you know, it's a hell of a lot easier when it's this good.
Aw, well, that's so nice of you to say.
I mean, not all year groups are created equal,
so they're a really great bunch. Thanks.
- Thanks for coming. - Hey, uh, do you wanna go get a drink
or maybe a cup of coffee or something?
No.
O-Of course.
Cool, okay. Nice to meet you, Robert.
Let's go, John!
Mom...
Is it cool if I stay at Eric's tonight?
Yeah, it's fine.
- (opens car door) - You'll be okay?
Yeah. I'll be fine.
Okay. I love you.
Hey, John?
Was it okay?
Yeah, of course. It always is.
- It was good, right? - Yes.
(sighs)
Okay. Yeah, have fun. Be good.
(shuts car door)
She say yes?
- (car engine starts) - Yeah.
You ready for this?
- (car driving away) - Yeah. Yeah.
Come on. Let's go.
(soft breathing)
Alright. You want a drink, bro?
Uh, no. Thank you. I-I don't drink.
- (puts down glass) - Eric: (sighs) Ready for this?
I don't know if I wanna watch it.
Eric: D-Don't listen to your mom, alright?
You deserve to see this.
- Filename MC. - (monitor beeps)
(dramatic music playing on TV)
(lights click)
(dramatic sting)
(sighs)
- (car honking) - (bus doors hiss)
Marine (narrating): I'm a soldier. A Marine.
(street chatter)
Just gettin' back from a long tour in Afghanistan.
I got no job. Got no family.
- Got no friends. - (bus drives away)
I need a community.
I keep having all these nightmares.
All the terrible shit I saw in combat.
It's really fucked me up.
I just wanna feel human again.
And I'm sick of takin' orders.
(British accent) No orders from me.
But you will get a few notes.
Gene Cousineau.
- (dramatic music continues) - (tense breathing)
(stilted) She should have died.
(normal) Sorry, let me do it again. (clearing throat)
(soft exhale, getting louder)
- (gunfire) - (soldiers screaming)
(choking)
Ambush! (echoing, fading)
- There would have been a time for such a word. - (heartfelt piano plays)
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
It is a tale told by an idiot.
Full of sound and fury
signifying nothing.
(panting)
Barry, that was wonderful.
(music swells)
The passion, the intensity.
You just had your first breakthrough.
I did what you taught me, Mr. Cousineau.
All that terrible stuff I told you?
I used it, and it worked.
I'm so proud of you.
What you did up there today was amazing!
Oh, thanks. I'm still learning. I'm Barry, by the way.
Sally Reed.
Movie Barry: Yeah, I know who you are. You're like,
one of the best students in class.
Mr. Cousineau, you'll never guess...
(dramatic music)
Ryan Madison?
Who are these two guys? Mr. Cousineau?
We're busy, Barry.
(music crescendos)
(door shuts)
I'm sorry to tell you all this but your classmate,
Ryan Madison, has been killed.
- (dramatic gasps) - If any of you have any information,
please talk to me.
- (dramatic music) - (murmuring)
I'll help you solve this case...
if you'll let me take you out to dinner.
(music crescendos)
Mr. Cousineau, what was that noise?
Oh, my God! What happened?
It doesn't matter. I need your help.
We need to get rid of the body.
What? I thought you loved her! How could you?
They'll put me away for this. Is that what you want?
I knew something was up with you, Cousineau!
You owe me.
I took you in and helped you become human again.
I fought for you. Now, it's your turn.
You're a soldier.
Now, do your duty!
(sighs)
I can't.
Not like this.
You're going to regret this,
Barry Berkman.
Barry Berkman...
murdered Janice Moss in cold blood.
- That son of a bitch. - Movie Cousineau: Then he kidnapped me,
threw me in the trunk of a car...
- (gate bangs open) - On your feet, Berkman.
- Sorry, brother. I know you're just doing your job. - (cuffs clicking)
- (grunting, struggling) - (dramatic music)
(dramatic music, struggling continue)
What are you gonna do with us?
(speaking Russian)
- (gunshots) - (Movie Sally gasps)
- Barry! No! - I got you. I got you. It's okay.
- It's okay. I got you. Is he okay? Is he okay? - (crying) He's okay.
Alright, we gotta move. We gotta move. Stay behind me.
- Okay? - Okay.
- (gunfire) - (Sally gasping)
- (tires squeal, police sirens blare) - (gunfire)
(melodramatic screaming)
- (dramatic sting) - You shouldn't have come back, Barry.
You ruffled a lot of feathers.
- You're finished, Cousineau. - (Movie Cousineau laughs)
You know, Barry, none of this would've happened
if you'd helped me clean up that Janice mess.
I thought soldiers knew how to take orders.
Sometimes, being a good soldier means not taking orders.
- (gunshot) - (music swells, stops)
(stylized gunshot)
- (gunshot) - (bullets echoing)
- (gunshot) - (echoing thud)
(heavy breathing)
♪ ♪
(somber trumpet playing)
(trumpet continues)
(sniffles)
(soft laugh)
(somber music continues)
(military bugle playing)
(full orchestra joins)
(music fades)