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- Here. - What's this?
Our next job.
A Bolivian stash house.
Fuches, this isn't a hit. This is a raid.
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Admit it, you had a good time.
Okay, I actually did.
Well, you're the detective and I got the confession.
I'm investigating one of the murders of your students.
This cannot be a thing.
Okay, pause it right there.
Shit, you can't see his face.
Are you going to introduce me to your friends?
That's Taylor and that's Vaughn.
We were in the marines together.
- What you gonna do? - Oh!
That was a good one!
God, I'm so sick of people telling me what I am.
Do you have any idea what that feels like?
No, I don't.
Well, it makes me feel like I'm not even a person.
What?
Whatever this is, I want in.
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You have two new voice messages.
Barry, it's Taylor,
Chris's friend from the party.
I was just calling to check and see
when we were going to kill those Bolivians.
Okay. Fuck yeah. Later.
Barry, Taylor.
You didn't kill those Bolivians yet, did ya?
I really wanna kill them with you,
so, give me a buzz. Bye.
Oh!
Oh, like that.
Oh!
- Oh! - Oh!
Almost. Ready?
It was nice meeting your friends this weekend.
Oh, thanks, man.
That Taylor guy, what's, uh, what's... what's his deal?
Honestly? I don't fucking know.
We met in this program that helps vets reacclimate.
Yeah, he was the first guy they ever kicked out.
Great.
Ooh! I want the big rat.
You want the big rat?
- Yes! - Done.
Watch this.
What do we got?
He... he's a, uh, he's a solid dude, though, right?
- Oh yeah, for sure. - Yeah?
Yeah, we were, uh, we were at this bar hanging one time,
and this guy spilled a drink on my leg,
and then Taylor broke the dude's jaw.
Cool.
- I want the big rat. - I'm... I'm just a little rusty.
Give me the thing. I got it.
Big rat.
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Hey, Barry, would you mind taking a picture of us?
- Oh. Yeah, sure. - Honey.
- Yeah? - Take a picture?
Oh yes. Yeah. You get a picture?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Hey, um, can you do me a favor?
Can you... can you not tell Sharon
that we hung out with Taylor last night?
She's not a fan, so.
Oh. But he's a nice dude, though, right?
Yeah. Okay.
- Here we go. - Say, "Cheese."
Say, "Cheese."
- Wanna put him on my lap? - Okay, yeah.
- Okay. Okay. - Sit with Daddy, okay?
- Here we go, Mikey. - Now, big smiles. You look so pretty.
Hey. Look right there, buddy.
- Yay! - Is he smiling?
Here. Get in. Get in here.
Okay. It's me.
Oh, my. Shh! The list is up.
The what?
Casting assignments for the annual Shakespeare showcase, Barry!
If I'm not Titus Andronicus, I'm gonna
burn this fucking place to the ground.
Puck? Fucking Puck?
- Jeez. - Again?
Oh, hey, the list is up for the Shakespeare carnival.
Yeah-huh.
Hey, did you get my messages?
- Yeah. - Oh, cool.
Yeah, sorry about that. I think I was just a little jealous
- of your talking to that guy and stuff. - Okay.
Can we reset, maybe?
Like, um, let me take you to dinner
and, I don't know, we can go to an aqua park
- or an arcade or something? - Yeah, totally.
Or we could try not speaking to each other for a couple of days
or, like, even say a month or two and reset that way.
- Okay. - I just feel like you've got
some toxic masculinity issues you need to work out,
and until then, we just shouldn't interact so much or like at all.
You know?
Scene partners.
Yeah, you and Barry are doing
the Macbeth scene with Natalie.
Oh, I don't want to play Lady Macbeth again.
Yeah, well, don't worry about it, because Natalie is.
- What? - Yeah, casting's fucked this year. Fucked.
Focus.
There is somebody here to talk to you...
about Ryan's murder.
Okay, we released this photo today.
It's a screen shot of the recovered
footage of Ryan's murder,
and I'm hoping one of you recognizes the man in this photo.
Ooh.
I'm sorry. Excuse me. Is this the best photo that you've got?
Yeah.
'Cause it looks like, um, a thumb with arms.
- Is this the back or the front? - Mm.
'Cause usually in the front of a head, there's a face.
- Mm. - Yeah, we did a scene in class from CSI
where I played a young technician
who enhances a photo from an ATM.
We should enhance this.
That's not a thing.
Well, we caught the criminal in the scene, so.
Okay, look, this is the best photo that we can do,
so if any of you have any idea who this is,
then my phone number is on the bottom of the flier.
- Okay? - Which I happen to have on my phone too.
So be, on the lookout for a man
with no discernible features.
He killed your friend.
And, uh, Detective Janice Moss,
thank you so much for coming to my classroom.
Thank you very much. Such a pleasure.
Let go of my hand now. Can you let go?
- Okay. Thank you for coming. - Thank you. Okay.
So, um... so, um, uh,
also, I need to speak
with Eric, Jermaine, and Barry in private, please.
- Come on down. - Gentlemen?
Okay, one thing we can tell from our photo is
that our mystery shooter is at least six feet tall.
- Mm-hmm. - Oh, okay, I see.
So me, Jermaine, and Eric, we're the... tall guys.
Exactly.
But you served in the Marines. Where were you deployed?
Baqubah mostly, and Afghanistan.
So you know your way around a gun?
- Yeah. - Plenty of training then?
Does me being tall make me a suspect or...
Only in the sense of my desperation to rule you out as such.
Now, on the night that Ryan died,
I know that you were in the theater,
because you spoke to Ge... Mr. Cousineau.
Did you go anywhere after that?
I went and had dinner with Frank Ewing,
from our corporate office in Texas.
Okay. Did you go home after that?
No, Frank and I went and had, uh, drinks
with a guy from a manufacturing plant, Ramón Díaz.
So I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving me their numbers, right?
Absolutely.
Yah!
Oh shit. Box phone. Box phone!
Box phone.
Box phone. Box phone...
Yeah.
Yeah, Frank here!
Hi. Mr. Ewing?
Can you hold on a sec? I'm on the factory floor!
Hey, Larry! Move that forklift over there, would ya?
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You think Eric did it?
- What? - I think he did.
Know what I'm saying?
He's a fucking psycho.
What did we do?
We split a piece of that key lime pie,
uh, and then we, uh, we went out with a fella
by the name of, uh...
Ramón Díaz, out of manufacturing, for a nightcap. Yeah.
Okay. Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Ewing.
Bye-bye.
This is Ramón.
Barry, you're good to go.
- Eric. - Hi!
The fucking police were at my house,
asking me, "Do you
recognize voice on camera?
Do you know man who got away?"
And I am thinking, "Yes."
"I... I know man who got away.
"It is same fucking moron
who put lipstick camera in car."
Too much heat.
We must call off stash house hit...
- Whoa. Whoa. - ...killing Bolivian leader. All of it.
- Goran. Goran. - I think that's a great idea, Goran.
- You know what? I got it. - I think that's what we should do.
Goran, walk with me. Come on.
Yeah, come on. I wanna tell you something.
You play the market, Goran? Stocks, bonds?
You ever heard of Warren Buffet, the world's greatest investor?
He says, "Be bold."
How great is this place?
You know, Barry,
if Goran calls off this hit,
uh, because of my video...
I'm dead man.
I don't care.
No. I'm... I'm serious.
I'm serious, too. He should kill you.
You brought a lipstick cam to a hit,
fucking idiot.
What can I say, man?
I'm a gearhead.
You know? I love gack.
Wow.
And what is this talk about killing me?
Come on. Cool your jets, man.
You sound like a psychopath.
I think what I'm trying to say is,
if there's ever a time to call a job off,
now is not it.
You know, Bolivians get wind of this,
you're a puta this and maricón that.
You know what they're gonna say? They're gonna say,
you wear pissy pants.
- No. - No, I know, you don't wear pissy pants.
You wear big-boy-who-takes-down- stash-house pants.
Right? But they don't know that.
Papa! Papa, watch me.
Hi, honey. Papa is watching.
Ah! Doing great!
My family is already blaming me for death of Stovka.
If anything else goes wrong,
- I am so fucked. - Ah.
Way to go, Jenny.
Goran. Goran. Don't worry.
It'll be great. Great!
- He was about to call it off. - Yeah.
- Why didn't you let him call it off? - I know!
You're not on the management side of things.
This isn't in your purview, but subtle concept here:
He calls off the raid, we don't make the money.
See? Even now, you're calling it a raid.
Barry, buddy... I know you can do this.
- Nothing'll go wrong! - "Nothing'll go wrong"?
I just got grilled by a fucking cop.
I know you did, and you followed protocol perfectly,
except for being in a fucking acting class,
and because of that, Ramón had to save your ass.
Say, "Gracias, Ramón."
Look, we're back on track. We're good to go! Right?
There's a Marine named Taylor, he knows about the hit.
He wants in, he's probably crazy.
Fuck!
- God damn it! Fuck! Fuck! - Fuck!
You fucking moron!
Shit. Shit.
I've given this some thought, and...
this isn't bad.
Don't get me wrong, you're still a fucking idiot.
You could've really fucked us, but, fortunately for you,
I thrive in parameters.
So, you and wacko do the hit.
We do?
Yeah, and then afterwards, you take him out.
- Take him out? - Mm-hmm.
- He's a Marine. - I don't fucking care who he is.
He knows too much. He has to go.
So, what, we just take out whoever threatens us?
That's...
toxic masculinity.
- What the fuck is that? - It... it doesn't matter.
It... it's not what we do, okay? We take out bad dudes.
You made him a bad dude.
No, no, no, no, no. No, he' a Marine.
Once we start fucking killing Marines,
where does it stop? No fucking way!
No, no, he's a Marine! That's nuts!
All right. He's a Marine, you're a Marine.
Who fucking cares? Huh?
You remember your training? Do you?
You take out who you're told, when you're told.
You leave arbitration to the fucking pearly gates!
Barry, this guy could get us busted or killed.
He could get all your little actor friends killed.
Taylor has to die! And you know that.
Oh Jesus.
Look.
You know he has to die, right?
Or has that acting class erased all your common sense, huh?
Barry?
Look at me.
You know Taylor has to die, right?
Good.
So, do that, you kill all the guys in the stash house.
It seems pretty simple to me.
You know, sometimes, you just have to shut up...
do your fucking job.
"Out, damned spot!
"Out, I say!
why, then, 'tis time to do't."
"Do you mark that?"
"What, will these hands ne'er be clean?
No more o' that, O Lord, no more o' that."
"Go to, go to. You... have known what you should not."
"She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that:
heaven knows what she has known."
"Here's the smell of the blood still:
"all the perfumes of Arabia could not sweeten
this little hand.
Oh. Oh! Oh!"
Wow...
Wow. Wow. Wow.
All right. Now, uh,
anybody have a thought about what we just saw?
Ugh.
Sally, you seem to have a thought.
Um, just one thought really. I...
It's not working.
- Because...? - I'm not really sure.
I mean, I feel like the last time
we did this scene, it was really flowing.
The last time? Meaning like when you were Lady Macbeth?
Right. I just feel like when I was doing it,
I sort of, you know, tapped into the emotion of the piece,
and I feel like when you're doing it... no offense...
You're just kind of saying words.
Okay, that is actually very offensive.
I'm just trying to be constructive.
Well, that's really not constructive at all.
It's actually the opposite of constructive. It's un-structive to me.
Okay. All right. Claws in.
All right, class, open to anybody.
What is this scene about?
Um, guilt.
Good start.
Okay, well, that's what the spot is.
Like, Lady Macbeth thought that she
can kill whoever she wanted to kill,
to be in charge, and then just move on, but she can't.
You know, like, because once you start
killing, you can never just go back.
That's what the stain is. She's stained forever.
I'm not sure that's true.
- No, it is. - Yeah.
- Her soul is fucked, as well as Macbeth's. - Yeah.
Well, actually, he's more fucked, don't you think?
I mean, she just ordered the murder,
but he actually carried that shit out.
Right, but it was her idea, though, you know?
Like, so sh-she...
- She made him do it. - So, what? So he's off the hook?
Yeah, I mean, I don't think he's gonna be messed up for life.
Did you read the end of the play?
Hey!
Whoa, whoa, he's a murderer.
No, he was following orders.
Sometimes you just have to shut up and do your job.
- Yeah, but doesn't Macbeth have free will? - Yeah.
He doesn't have to take Lady Macbeth's orders.
He can stand up for himself and say, "No, I'm not gonna do that."
- Right, that's what I would do. - Absolutely.
- Yeah, duh, we all would do that. - Yeah, of course.
I dis... I disagree, I guess.
I feel like Shakespeare whiffed it on this one.
Oh my God! Are we really
debating the morality of murder?
That's what the play is about!
Macbeth is a murderer!
Yeah, well, I guess then so am I. Right?
I mean, I've killed people.
What? I should just go blow my brains out
'cause there no hope for me, right?
My soul's fucked because I was ordered to kill someone and I did it?
You know, it doesn't make me a psycho.
No, Barry, you're overreacting.
We didn't say you were a psycho.
You all just said that!
Am I wrong?
Isn't that what you guys are saying? I'm a fucking psycho?
It's exactly what you fucking said!
It's really easy for you guys to sit here
and weigh in on some shit that you don't know about,
but it's, um, it's fucking lame,
and-and... And it's not true.
Okay, okay. All right, Barry, take a breath. Take a breath.
I think that Barry is relating
to his experience in the military,
which is completely justifiable.
And I want to say on behalf of the rest of the class...
Boy, I'll tell ya, thank you for your service.
Really.
Thank you, Barry.
But I think that you will all agree with me
that if you kill outside of war...
you're a fucking psycho.
I mean, then you're irredeemable. Am I right?
- Yes, you're right. - All right, let's take a tight five
and then come back for group exercises upstairs.
I would love a coffee.
You have one new voice message.
Barry, Taylor.
Let's fucking do this thing, man.
Kill people. Fuck yeah.
Later.
I don't know. I feel like an idiot for saying all that.
I mean, I can't believe we forgot that he's in the military.
Yeah.
- I can't even begin to imagine. - I know.
- It's terrible. - Fine. Guys,
maybe he was uncomfortable, but does that really make it okay
for him to scream at us like that? I mean, I was scared.
I think he owes us all a huge apology.
You know, I did one of those online quizzes
to see if I was living in a bubble or not,
and it turns out I am.
- Oh. - I know,
which I guess could mean that we all are.
Regardless, that's just not how we treat each other.
Am I right?
- Look, I'm just looking out for the group. - Are you?
- What does that mean? - I mean, I don't recall
getting an apology from you about Zach.
- Who's Zach? - Pinocchio?
Jesus Christ, let it go. He invited me to another party,
so we left. We're both adults.
I wanted to be an adult with him, Sally. Not you, me.
Yeah, she was talking about him for fucking weeks.
- Yeah. - Weeks.
And I feel like if you were really worried about the group,
- you just would've respected that. - Right.
Oh my God, are you serious? What is this, middle school?
No, Sally, it's not! It's acting class.
So, uh, how'd it go with the Bigfoot photo?
No takers.
The three possibles in the acting class all alibied out.
Good news. All right.
Wait, wait. What are you doing?
You just said the three could be alibied out.
But my gut says we're not finished. We're missing something,
and we're not done with the acting class.
Moss, you think any of these cupcakes
could honestly be a criminal?
I mean, look at this.
Oh, special skills, yeah.
Southern accent. Yeah. Jazz and tap.
Oh, a retail associate at the Gap.
- Hardcore, hmm? - Pictures stay up.
Oh, come on, Moss.
Why are you holding onto this?
- Hi. - Oh.
The siren returns.
- Oh! We're going right into it? Okay. - Yeah!
Okay.
All right, so we'll make entry here.
And if that's blocked,
we'll move to a secondary entry point,
which is right here. Okay?
Now, I wanna maintain fire superiority the whole time,
and if things go to shit or you're hit, and you're not mobile,
stay where you're at, and I'll... I'll come find you, and I'll get you.
Is that good with you?
- Yup. - You know, I won't think less of you
- if you have any questions. - Roger that.
Roger that.
You know, it's just us going in there.
No air strike, no backup, no nothing.
It's... it's just you and I,
and there could be up to, like, 20 guys in there.
Yeah. It's gonna be a party.
It's not really a party time.
There's a good chance we'll die.
Fuck yeah.
It's not really a high-five situation
or a fist-bump situation.
What I need to know is that you have my back,
and I'm letting you know that I have
your back.
All right.
Then we should go.
These dudes might've peaced out.
They've been torturing people in here.
Sweet.
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One, two...
One.
Leroy Jenkins!
Barry, come on!
Barry, I got your back!
Barry! What the fuck, Barry?
Barry!
Barry, come on, bro! What are you doing?
Barry, come on!
Thanks, Miss Thomas.
I'll tell Sally you said, "Hi."
Andy hit me first, Dad.
Then you go get a teacher.
But if I do that, kids'll think I'm a pussy.
Who cares what they think?
It's fine to get mad, but hitting somebody?
That's not you.
Don't let someone lower you to that kind of behavior. Okay?
You're bigger than that.
You're a good guy, Denzel.
Whoo!
You okay, dude?
I have a concussion. I can't see straight.
I smoked this fucking fool for ya,
smoked all them! Fuck yeah!
That's why you brought me, bro!
Got your back. Come on, check this shit out. Let's go.
Come on! Whoo!
Whoo!
Get some!
Barry, get down here, man. Check this shit out.
Check it out.
They didn't say anything about this, right?
Mission was just to eliminate the targets?
Dude, this is mega.
Hit the frigging jackpot.
We're a team, brother. Look at this.
I'm gonna get a frigging boat.
You know how many fucking chicks
we're gonna fucking get with this shit?
I can't believe this.
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!
- Fuck yeah! - Keep it down.
- Barry! You are the man. - Keep it down.
You are the fuck... Tell me you're the man.
- It's done. - You are the fucking man.
Sit, sit, sit, sit down.
God damn.
I'm gonna throw up.
I haven't slept.
I thought you were dead for sure, but look at you.
Here you are. Here you are.
Goran's gonna be so happy.
Right. I... I know.
I... I know you're sad, because you had to ice Taylor,
but, you know, like you said,
he had to go. No loose ends, huh?
What's up?
Fuches, Taylor. Taylor, Fuches.
Hey, man.
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