01x10 - Felicity

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- Previously
on "Briarpatch"...

This town is full of unsolved
g*dd*mn explosions.

- That was you, wasn't it?
- You know I have an alibi.

- For the second b*mb.
There was a second b*mber.

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

- The person who k*lled
Felicity is Gene Colder.

He was Brattle's inside man.

- If Felicity
really wanted help,

she would've called someone.

- She did call someone.
- We have to talk.

I need help.
Meet me in Packingtown.

- Any idea
who she was talking to?

- Someone she thought
she could trust.

- Chief Raytek, when you come
to me for a favor,

make sure you bring something
of equal or greater value

to exchange.

Well, well, well...

This should take care
of your problem.

- Would it be a problem

if Ms. Dill never went back
to Washington?

- New plan we're gonna hand
him over to justice,

no strings attached, and, hell,
they can have Spivey, too.

- You do understand
what Brattle meant

about Allegra.

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 the one
that makes me rich.

- Yeah, Felicity's
life insurance policy.

And the one in the green folder
is the power of attorney

that makes me rich

if you go through
with this fool-a*s plan

and get yourself k*lled.

- We're doing this...

now.

- The Dill ladies are never
lacking in confidence.

All right.
Explain it to me...

in detail.

- 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 pre

- Hot damn.

That's our ticket out.

We got a United States
senator...

dead to rights.

Immunity?
Boy, did I aim low.

This dude gets
in the White House,

I might end up the ambassador
to f*cking Bora Bora.

Oh, please, not that look.

- This tape
is our ticket to Gene Colder.

- Oh, no.

- And how do you think
Jake Spivey's gonna react

to that?

- Not real well.

- God damn it.

Look, I got the IRS sniffing
at everything I own.

I got the FBI
breathing down my neck.

The immunity's off the table.

That tape there,
that fixes all of that.

That's the ultimate briarpatch
right there.

Besides, how you think

you gonna trade that
for Colder?

It's been a whole day.
He's in the wind.

- There's someone
who can blow him back this way.

- No.

- No.

- Yes.

Clyde Brattle
can bring me Colder, Jake.

We give him the tape
in exchange.

- No way!

He does not get to win.

You said so yourself.

- You're doing this...

for me.

You've done bad things, Jake.

We both have.

We have to make it right...

for Felicity.

So, what, I'm looking
at a couple years?

Right?

Still got my land.

It's just that, uh...

you know, after the way
we left things yesterday...

I've been
kind of wondering if...

We still understood each other.

- I'm the person
who knows you best.

Remember?

- Yeah, I'm in.

What's the move?

- The San Bonifacio
Police Department

is reporting no progress
in the hunt

for the high-school-reunion
b*mber.

The whereabouts
of Captain Eugene Colder...

Hailed as a hero
by Chief Eve Raytek,

remain unknown.

Services for fallen sergeant
Henry Mock

are scheduled for tomorrow.

Temperatures today
are expected

to remain north
of 100 degrees...

Thank God you're alive.

Coffee?

- You break up with Raytek.

- Tell her the plan is off.

- She ain't gonna be too happy
about that.

What the hell
am I supposed to say?

- Don't say a g*dd*mn thing.

- Immunity's off the table.

And I'm going to prison.

- I don't get it, Jake.
What changed?

- I guess you could say

that I'm ready
to take my medicine.

- Jake, you're about as ready
to take your medicine

as a g*dd*mn
Christian Scientist.

We're partners here.
You can level with me.

God damn it,
I care about you.

- It's Pick, okay?

I owe her.

Maybe some good

can come out
of this whole mess.

More than a water park.

- That water park
was a class-action lawsuit

with a snack bar.

It was never gonna happen.

- When she hears
the state of play,

she'll pivot.

Pivot hard.

- Jake, we are the ones

who have to take care
of this town

when your girlfriend's back

sipping lattes
in Dupont Circle.

- No.

Pick ain't going back to D.C.

- Oh.
Does her senator know?

- No, he ain't long
for the place neither.

Pick's got something on him.

Something bad.

- He can't help himself.

- So she's trading it
to Brattle

in exchange for Colder.

Look, are we square?

I've given you
all I could, Eve.

I'm sorry it wasn't enough.

- No, it was more than enough.

You're a good man,
Jake Spivey.

- Well, thanks, Eve.

You're a pretty good man
yourself.

Hey, this ain't bad.

- That's dog food.
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay,
but what makes you think

Colder ain't sitting on a beach
in Mexico by now?

- All the people he blames
for ruining his life

are in this town.

I don't think
he ever really left.

Let's see what happens
if we bait the hook.

What about his wife?

Do you think she'll give us
what we need?

- Who she saw Felicity meet
in Packingtown?

We'll see.

Visiting hours at County
start at 10:00, so...

I'm so sorry, Lucretia.

- Don't be.

I am guilty.

I shot that man
right between his eyes.

His poor girlfriend.

Christ.

- Can I ask

why'd you two move here?

It's never made sense to me.

- It was a couple years ago.

Gene kept getting home
from work later and later.

I think he was in
over his head.

And then one night,
he sat me down at the table,

and he said,
"What about Texas?"

I had never lived west
of the Schuylkill River.

But he said there would be
opportunity here.

He said we could have a house.

We could even have kids.

I don't know why he lied...

because the second we landed,
he replaced me.

And I stayed because my dad
used to say to me,

"You can survive anything."

Why would anyone say something
so cruel to a child?

- Luke...

your husband is a bad man.

He's a m*rder*r.

He k*lled Felicity Dill

and kept you drugged
and so spun around

that you k*lled somebody, too.

I know the truth
can be painful...

and I don't want to cause you
more suffering,

but you deserve to know.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

And I need you
to tell me something.

- Name it.

- That he's not gonna
get away with it.

- You tell me
what I need to know...

and I will promise you that.

- I need help.

No, not there.
It's not safe.

Meet me in Packingtown.

- 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...

- Boss.
- They can have Spivey, too.

- You have something I want.

- Oh?

- Only in person.

- And why would I do that?

- Because you're out
of options.

The senator's gonna rat-f*ck
you and Jake both.

Once he has the goods
on his competition,

he's turning you over
to Justice.

- And?
- And...

if you meet me this afternoon
and give me what I want,

you can have this tape...

and turn the tables on him.

No strings.

- You're bluffing.

- Where you first
dropped me off.



- Don't say
you're considering it.

They butchered him, boss.

They left his body to bloat
in the desert.

Do you understand?
All we have to do is leave.

You've got your list of names.
You've got the upper hand.

God damn it.
You're sentimental, boss.

It's gonna get us both k*lled.

- Sentimental, yes.

You, Sidney,

you are a sentient
scouring brush

with fingernails for brains.

You reek of rum and failure.

The only thing more repugnant

than the sight of your face
in front of me

is the thought of interviewing
another sad piece of gristle

to take your place!

So, yes, I'm sentimental.

Do you know
what you are, Sidney?

Expendable.

- Eve, I didn't I didn't know
how old those twins were.

Hell, I-I didn't even know
they were twins!

- They looked
exactly alike, Tony.

Your driver picked them up
from field hockey practice.

- I would also like to say,
in my defense,

it was a hookah pipe.

Hoo-kah.

I-I believe the drugs
to be cultural,

not not recreational.

God damn it!
This ain't right!

- Zip it, Tony.

The pictures in that folder
are more than enough

to put you in jail.

So here's
what's gonna happen

you resign...

today.

You head over to your office,

and you pack up
your little golf ba*ls.

Pack 'em nice and tight.

It's time to get back
to selling used cars

and begging for dry hand jobs
in highway rest stops...

Or whatever it was

you used to do before you
started using City Hall

as your personal brothel!

Yeah, you are done.

No more chances.

Mm-mm.

Men like you always think
you deserve chances.

- What...

are you?

- I'm the scariest thing
in the world, Tony.

I'm a lady with a job.

And I'm good at it.

Hey.
Got my message?

Good.

Let's meet and talk.

- Here.

Don't tell the nurse.

You were the only one
trying to tell me the truth.

- From the beginning.

- Doing this 50 years.

People only ever believe
what they want.

- Why keep at it?

- Same reason
I look at pretty girls' asses

see if the muscle still works.

- Don't play dumb, Freddie.

Do you know
who k*lled my sister?

- Do you?
- Yes.

The only thing I don't know

is what you got
from your secret source

in the department.

It was Strucker, wasn't it?

He knew.

He told you.

And he was going to tell me.

That's why he had to go...

and why you got spooked.

- What are you gonna do
about it?

- Mm-mm.

No, Freddie.

What are you gonna do?

- I can't print this.
They'd never let me.

- Who'll stop you?

Time's up on the Staghornes...

the Chief.

Choice is yours, Chuckles.

Why not be the one
to tip the hourglass?

- I saw that press conference.

What the hell is your angle?

- My angle is trying to save
your sorry a*s, Gene.

- I tried to m*rder you.
- Bygones.

After all, I tried
to m*rder you right back.

Let me just get you a soda.

- Tell me one reason
why I shouldn't finish you off

right here and now?

- Because, Captain Colder,
I've got what you want...

A way out.

And you're the only one

who can help me get
what I want.

So let's fix this...

together...

for the both of us.

What do you say?

- I'm listening.

- You okay?

Take a drink.

- No, thanks.

Liquor and old Clyde
don't really mix.

- You can handle this.
- Uh-huh.

- Something's changed.

I knew you'd make it out
of the desert, by the way.

I'm very proud of you, Jake.

You were always my best boy.

- Don't talk to him.

Only to me.

- My dear, I'm just glad

he's found a new
commanding officer.

He means a great deal to me.

Such a raw talent.

No control.

- This is a recording

of the senator conspiring
to blackmail,

condoning a m*rder.

Whoever has this controls him.

Give me what I want,
and it's yours.

Gene Colder.

Oh, my.

Are we sure Gene Colder
is worth all this effort?

For the purposes of revenge,

any warm body would do.

Maybe Sid would suffice.

We could set it up
as a suicide.

You were always magic
at suicide notes, Jacob.

- Colder or nothing.

- Something has changed.

And it's you, Ms. Dill.

You know this world,

and you know your place in it.

I admire that.

You should stick
with this one, Jacob.

You might learn something.

We have a deal, Ms. Dill.

Now, as for actually corralling
Gene Colder,

that might take some time

Dear boy...

there you are.

We were just talking about you.

You do have a knack

for showing up
when least expected, don't you?

Still, take a seat,

and we can discuss how we're
gonna figure out this

- I need you to listen, okay?

Listen.

I'm listening.

I'm not a bad man.

That man there?

He's the monster.

He's done awful things to me.

- And what about you, Gene?

What about the things you did?
- Listen to me, Allegra.

I loved your sister so much.

She understood me.

And if I would've just
done the job I came here for

- k*lling Jake?

- Then we would've had
a perfect life forever.

- But you m*rder*d her.

- The woman who betrayed me,

she was someone else entirely.

She had your sister's face,

but something inside her
had twisted.

That woman had to die

so I could keep loving
my Felicity.

Don't you understand?
I still love her!

- She knew what you were.

What you are.

A dirty cop, a coward...

- No.
- And a k*ller.

- No. No!

For God sakes, Allegra,
it's not that complicated.

I'm a good guy!

And now that I fixed this

- You know, he talked
too damn much.

- You had no right to do that.

- I took that weight from you.

- It wasn't yours to take!

- Raytek!

Raytek!

- Eve...

this ain't got nothing to do
with you.

- Raytek.

Raytek.
Where were you?

You said
you were gonna cover me!

- Cover him?
Eve!

He's the b*mber.

- The first one.

I only did the first one!

- Oh, yeah?

Well, then who set
the second one?

- I don't know!

- I know.

It was her.

- Guilty.

- What did you do?

- What did I do?
Look over there.

That's Captain Gene Colder

lying in his own blood
and piss.

The best g*dd*mn homicide cop
this town's ever seen.

He died heroically

in a gunfight
with Clyde Brattle.

You have any idea
how hard I have to work

so ungrateful shits like you
can stay clean?

Why don't you go on
and have another drink?

Let us girls
work this thing out.

Come on, sit.

How'd you figure it?
- Wasn't that hard.

Military records.

Your partner here

- Ex-partner.

- She ever talk
about her Army days?

She was in munitions.

Ordnance disassembly
and disposal,

which means she knew
exactly how to set the b*mb

in Strucker's car quickly...

And how to tightrope-walk
across a minefield

like this town.

After Colder
k*lled my sister...

You needed to keep the heat
off him.

If he got popped for m*rder,
he'd flip on Brattle

and you'd lose your chance
to make headlines,

by catching him.

So you blew up
poor Calvin Strucker...

The only other cop who
suspected what you were up to

and who knew about
Felicity's secret apartment.

Plus, you had Floyd Ferness,
an ex with anger issues,

all ready to frame up.

Were you trying to k*ll me
that night with Strucker?

Or would that
have been a bonus?

- You little b*tch.

- Shh.

We're talking.

- Allegra...

this town's been traumatized,

beaten down.

It doesn't need a bath.

It needs a cleansing fire.

Felicity understood.
She knew the goal.

- Did she know the risks?

- I loved your sister.

She reminded me of myself
when I was younger

plucky...

full of so much hope,

she damn near floated
off the ground.

Couple months back,
she came to me

with tears in her eyes.

She'd messed up, she said.

Had a few too many.

Slept with Gene Colder...

her boss,

a married man.

I told her not to worry.

It happens.

Ain't that right?

Then she started telling me

other things
about Gene, you know?

All the money
he had lying around,

weapons,

a particular interest
in that jackass right there.

- She figured it out.
All of it.

And instead of doing your job,

you convinced her to fake
a relationship with Colder.

The longer she kept him
distracted,

the more likely Brattle would
come to k*ll Jake himself.

You didn't love her.

You used her.

- When are you gonna stop
treating Felicity like a kid?

Huh?

She volunteered!

Hell, she was eager.

When Colder gave her
the dirty money

for the complex,
I told her to go with it, yeah.

I also told her
to get her own place,

above the tamale shop,

so she wouldn't lose herself
completely.

- Hey, Pick?

I swear I didn't know
about any of this.

- Of course you didn't...

'cause you never asked.

You're the hungriest,
greediest boy in the world,

and you always expect someone
else to pick up the tab.

- Allegra, there's a way
for all three of us

to walk out of here happy.

I delivered Gene Colder to you,
so you got your revenge.

We blackmail the senator,
Jake will stay out of jail.

And with Big Tony gone,

I'll get to fix
this broken town.

Don't be foolish.

- Pick...

- Ask her
about your land, Jake.

She took it...

all of it.

This building, too.

Horse-traded it to my bosses
for her future.

Your shoeless lawyer
took the deeds when she left.

It was pretty easy

for my lawyer
to figure out how.

- I'll break your neck.

- You won't even break a sweat.

- Was it worth it?

- Hell, yes, honey.

It was worth it.

It's always worth it
if you win.

- No, Pick!

Brattle didn't deserve
that recording,

and neither does she.

- You hung my sister out
to dry.

- Both of you.

Abused her youth...

her optimism...

her trust.

All of you are guilty.

And now you think
that winning will make it okay.

If this is what you want
so badly...

You deserve each other.

No!

- Ms. Dill...

I'm pleased
you're still with us.

- Can it, Cyrus.

It's all on tape.

Everything you said
in that room yesterday.

Brattle's dead...

and so is the senator's
presidential campaign.

- Allegra, blackmail
isn't your strong suit.

- Doesn't need to be.

- What do you want?

I want to be left alone.

And if you give me what I want,

you have nothing
to worry about.

But if anyone comes after me,
the audio will be released.

And if that happens...

the only time
the senator's name

will get mentioned
inside the Beltway

will be in regards
to sentencing guidelines.

- The FBI is already en route.

They're expecting
to arrest Brattle

and Spivey.

I'm to believe you have a copy
of this recording secured?

- I need help.

No, not there.
It's not safe.

Meet me in Packingtown.

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.

- This is not
what I taught you to be.

- Exactly.

- Left alone.

Well played, Ms. Dill.

- I'm done playing, Cyrus.

I quit.

- They're dead.
They're all dead.

Because of you!

- God damn it!

- Easy.
Easy.

Hey.

Oh...

No!

- You know what I love?

Missionary.

I mean, missionaries.

Okay, real talk, y'all.

You may remember
my boyfriend, Harold.

- May I help you, miss?

- I'm checking out of my room.
- Wonderful.

Room 981, correct?

- How was your stay?

- When I was a kid,
I used to think

this place was haunted.

Pure evil.

Now it's just a house.

- Places are just places,
Allegra.

It's the people who live there
that give it all its power.

Like Felicity.

- You were a good friend
to her.

And to me.

Now,
whether you're a good lawyer...

- I am a great lawyer.

- You will see that reflected
in my bill.

- I charge by the hour.
You know that, right?

- What will you do?

- Got some loose ends
I got to tie up.

Like Felicity's
apartment complex for one.

- You still planning
on giving it to

- Somebody who deserve it.

- Somebody
who deserves you, too...

I hope.

- So what you gonna do?

I don't know.

For the first time
in my life...

I don't know.

One more thing...

how much for the car?

You're serious?

- Put it on my bill?

- I was gonna walk anyway.

Au revoir,Pickle Dill.

- One good-bye to go.

- Okay with it?
I'm gonna be the f*cking

- 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.
It's not safe.

- This is where you met,
isn't it?

The two of you?

Doesn't matter.
I know.

Lucretia Colder saw you.

My sister was alone, Jake.

Afraid of everybody.

So she called you.

Her big brother.

What did she ask for?

Money?

Some of your guards?

Maybe she just wanted to talk
to someone who knew her.

Someone she could trust.

- She was scared,
Pick, sure, but...

I just didn't think it was
my place to get involved.

So I told Eve,

and she swore to me
everything would be all right.

I didn't do nothing wrong.

- You lied to her.

And then you lied to me.

- I lost you once, Pick,

and I couldn't let
that happen again.

Everything I do...

is for you.

It's always been all for you.

My whole life.

- Everything you've done...

was for you.

For your ego.

To not be the bad guy.

I was the same way.

And when Felicity needed us,

we weren't there...

Because we could only see
each other.

- Pick.

That recording's all
we've ever wanted.

It's always been the two of us.

- No, Jake.

There were three of us.

- You know I can't let you
leave with that tape.

- You broke my heart.

- You are my heart.