01x06 - Private Lives, Part 2

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- That was a first for me.

- Same here.

- Seriously?

- Never got around to it before.

- I find that hard to believe.

- I'm frankly surprised myself.

You know what today is?

- It's Wednesday?

- It's bed day.

- As in: we stay
in bed all day?

- Mm-hm.

- What will we eat?

- Carnivorous flowers.

- With blackberry jam?

- Where are we
going to find jam?

- I have some in my bag.

Alba : As we
continued down the road,

our brambles drew
back their thorns,

like cats retracting
their claws.

Leopards revealing
their true spots.

- I don't want you
to get mad at me.

- Okay.

- When someone always
tells you what to do,

at a certain point
your brain welcomes it.

Your brain craves, or at
least my brain craves...

This is really stupid. I
don't know what I'm saying.

It's like I'm trying to
regain my motor skills.

I...

I don't know what
you want from me.

- I want your secrets.

- You want my secrets?

- Anything you want to tell me.

Anything you think you
can't tell anyone else.

- Why?

- I want to keep them safe.

- My embarrassing confessions.

- Everything.

- Guilt.

- Shame, lust,

anything you think is despicable
and makes you horrible.

I want them.

- You are sick.

Everybody's sick.

Nobody's sick.

- Marriage brings out
the worst in people.

At first, Archie's bottomless
confidence, his smarmy charm,

his every
self-aggrandizing gesture

all seemed to be
able to paper over

any cracks in our relationship.

But, one day I...

I turned over in bed
and I looked at him.

I mean, I really looked
at him for what he was,

and right then, I
fell out of love.

I understood in my bones
that he was a powerful being

and that he expected
I should answer to him

according to his will, and
I realized what he wanted.

He wanted to get inside my head
and infiltrate my consciousness.

So I swore to myself
I wouldn't sleep.

How many days and
nights was I awake,

I'm not entirely sure, but
it went into several weeks.

This proved not
to be a good idea.

One morning, or night,
it's not entirely clear,

I woke up inside
an enclosed space,

what I thought was a casket.

It was dark and musty and small.

And I thought,
"Okay, I'm dreaming,

this is a dream of
being claustrophobic

because I suffer from
that in real life."

An agoraphobic
reaction in diving,

often called Blue Orb
or Blue Dome syndrome,

is what a phobic
diver can experience

when she loses contact with
both the bottom and the surface

and becomes spatially
disoriented.

And this is what this felt like,

like I was floating in space.

I panicked and I started banging
on the door in front of me,

because that's what
it was, a door.

And I banged it so hard that
I realized there was no way

that I was dreaming
unless I was in the most

realistic nightmare
within a nightmare ever

and that's when it hit me:

I was inside my own closet.

I could feel my clothes
on the rack behind me

and my shoes on the cold floor

and I could see the keyhole
where the key had locked me in.

Where he had locked me in.

- What's this?

Batty: I don't know.

Alba: Make sure to sand it
down, it looks dreadful.

- In a blur, I could remember

flashes of an argument
and Archie wasted, high,

drunk, horny, violent,
had dragged me by the hair

into the closet because he knew.

He knew that was
my biggest fear.

It is... it is a terrible moment

when you realize
you're the weaker one.

And this moment was the most
terrible moment of my life.

When divers panic,
they react quickly

but irrationally.
Their attention narrows

and they lose the ability
to sort out options.

If, for example,
a problem develops

with the regulator,
the restricted airflow

can prompt a panicked diver
to ascend rapidly enough

to cause an often-fatal
arterial gas embolism

in the bloodstream.

A bubble.

And that's what happened to me.

A bubble grew inside my chest.

It kept expanding while I
kept pounding on the door,

breaking my fingernails,

scratching the wood
like a possessed cat.

And when I finally
broke the door,

I went downstairs and I found
him passed out by the pool.

There are those moments
when you're capable of

forgiving everything, but
this was not one of them.

I promised myself I would
go on letting him think

he was in charge until
the day I would k*ll him.

I don't have a good track
record keeping my promises.

But there's an
exception to every rule.

- What are you doing up?

- I couldn't sleep. Go
back to bed.

- Why are you crying?

I'm afraid that I'm capable of

some kind of invincible passion

that drags everyone
I love to their doom.

- Is that amusing?

- No. No, no.

It's just, uh,

that's my entire
history up to tonight.

Come to bed.

- Mm.

You go.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- You got up early.

- It's not that early.
You slept all day.

- I did?

I guess I was tired.

I wonder why I'm
sore everywhere.

You don't have to
do that anymore.

- It keeps me sane.

- What happened? Did
I do something wrong?

- I'm the worst person to ask.

- Maybe I'll swim for a bit.

Batty ; At first,
I fought against all of it.

My whole miserable existence.

I plotted my escape, I
plotted a second m*rder,

I plotted my suicide.

But then the most
remarkable thing happened.

My brain went quiet.

I mean, perfectly silent,
like someone shut it off.

Alba controlled what
I ate, when I slept,

showered, what I read.

My entire day mapped out
and perfectly ex*cuted.

She tried so hard to be
strict, to teach me discipline,

to punish me.

But much as I wish they could,

none of her punishments
fit my crime.

My previous life felt
suddenly inadequate.

I stopped having
nightmares about Archie.

I was cured of my narcolepsy.
Loneliness vanished.

None of my insecurities
had any room to breathe.

I no longer wondered if I
was doing the right thing,

I only wondered how
to best please Alba.

I was in a state of confusion.

What had I done to
deserve this woman.

I turned to the world's
most famous self-help book

to give me ideas, but even
that she cut right through.

Love is rare because
it rarely happens,

as somebody wise once said.

But here I was
overcome by feelings

I have no right to feel.

The heart wants what
the heart wants.

And not just the heart,
every part of me.

But there comes a time where
we must all face facts.

And the fact is

I can't make her
complicit in my crime.

So I must lie and
break her heart.

Alba,

you asked to know my secrets
so I will share them with you.

Everything I said to you,

everything we did
together in bed is a lie.

I am a murderess, yes.

But you are twisted
and depraved.

A witch who has bewitched
me. For this I despise you.

Batty:
To be continued.

- Can we talk?

- After dinner.
Guests are coming.

- Cancel it.

- Can't. Phone lines
are down again.

They said they will
come back by tomorrow.

Alba!

Sierra: Get down.

Alba? Is that your name?

Alba: Yes.

- We're not here to hurt you,

we just need a place to
lay low for a little while.

Who else is in the house?

What is there to think about?

Lasalle: Where are you?

Malone: Still down
Mexico way, your Honor.

- What number are
you calling me from?

Malone: A friend. It's safe.

What about your line? Any
chance anybody's listening in?

- No. What the hell happened?

Malone: They knew
we were coming.

- What?
- The cops.

They knew we were coming.

The job went down like
clockwork but we were ambushed.

Your partners ratted us out.

- I... Back up for a second,

you're not making sense.
Do you have the diamonds?

- Yes.
- Lasalle: All of them?

- Yes.
- But you ran into cops?

- They ran into us.

And not all of us made it out.

Lasalle: sh*t.

- Yeah. Deep sh*t.

Lasalle: Who?

- The tall drink of water
with the trigger finger

that couldn't sh**t for sh*t.

- Lasalle: Where is she?
- Dead, man.

It was like f*ck'
Bonnie and Clyde.

And Clover took a stray
b*llet to the rib cage.

- Is she gonna make it?

- That all depends.

We're safe now, but there's
a lot of activity here.

The longer we stick
around, the worse it gets.

- Of course. Uh, let me think.

Malone: I thought
it through for you.

You bring Clover and
me 500 grand cash,

we hand over the
priceless diamonds.

- Hell of a time to be
renegotiating our arrangement.

Malone: Number one, my
options are limited.

Number two, I can't
shake the brutal feeling

that maybe you're not surprised

that your partner's
double-crossing you

and that makes me
extremely insecure

about the value
you put on my life.

- Fausto, I may be a heel,

but I am not gonna send you to
your death over a hundred grand.

You think that through?

- I'll believe you when
you bring me the cash.

Lasalle: I can't get
down there personally.

How would that look?
- But you can send somebody.

- Yeah.

I guess.

- You got two hours.

It's noon here.
- No, I can't do it...

Malone: You know you can.

That's two hours.

Two o'clock, Playa Perdida time.

Send somebody you
trust with our pay,

and I'll hand over 12
million in diamonds.

- Okay.

- You got a pen to
write down the address?

- Okay. Got it.

You remember that insurance
policy we talked about?

File a claim.

Huh.

- Alba.

- How did you...?

Where were you?

- Did you read this?

- No.

- What the hell
is wrong with you?

- How long has it been
since you worked here?

- I was fired three months ago.

Clover: For what?

- I was accused of stealing.

Clover: Were you?

- I was.

Clover: See?

We're not so
different, you and I.

- What are you gonna do
with us when you leave?

Clover: That's outside
my need to know.

I just drive. Cars,
trucks, bikes, boats.

If it's got an engine
and a steering wheel,

I'm your man.

Inocencia: How are you
gonna leave us here?

We can recognize you.

Clover: Hm.

I thought investigations
in Mexico took forever.

Before your description matches
anything, we'll be long gone.

- If I was planning
to k*ll someone,

I would say the
exact same thing.

Clover: You're
making an assumption

that's only going to
cause you to worry.

The way I look at it, either
something is going to happen

or something isn't.

There's no need to worry.

Have you ever been shot?

- Does it hurt more or
less than giving birth?

- I wouldn't know.

- You are very lucky.

Clover: Always been lucky.

Comes with the name.

Alba: Inocencia!

Clover: Ah!

- If you so much as
holler, get a cramp

or give me any reason whatsoever

to doubt that you're
just walking along

like a happy little sheep,

I will blow your
f*cking head off.

- Where's Maru?

- She went to get help.

- Where?
- I don't know.

The loop goes over not under.
- Says who?

- Says me because
this won't hold.

- It'll hold. It's
a hangman's hitch.

Let's get out of here
before they come back.

- What about the diamonds?

Alba: What about them?

- Maybe we should
take them with us.

- You know, to give
them back to the police.

- But she won't take
the Lord's name in vain.

- We're not thieves,
Inocencia. Let's go.

- You know, I never
miss what I aim at.

Never been known to happen.

Alba, set the g*n down.

Kick it.

- Anybody home?

You tell her we're on the clock?

- We were dealing
with something.

Malone: Put her
with the others.

Sierra: Mouseketeer
number four.

- Did you get help?

- No.

- One of the bags is missing.

- What are you talking about?

Malone: There was
five. Now there's four.

- Don't look at me.

- Clover, you take one of them?

- Hm.
- Well, if Clover didn't do it

and I didn't do it.

Sierra: How come, all of a
sudden, you're off the hook?

Malone: Reverse psychology
doesn't work on the person

who didn't do it.

- Says you. How convenient.

You're the only person who
had access to them last night.

Malone: Yeah, during my
shift. What about you?

Clover: We have a
real trust issue here.

- Why would I hide just one bag?

Why wouldn't I take all of them?
- I'm sure there's a reason.

Sierra: I didn't do it,
Malone! We're in this together.

- Aw, bullshit we're
in this together.

- Touch that g*n
and it's game over.

- Oh, pretty
confident in yourself.

Sierra: Yeah. I have a very
good f*cking reason to be.

Malone: Do you?
- Actually, come to think of it,

splitting the take in
two suits me just fine.

- You wouldn't even know
how to handle Lasalle

if I wasn't here
holding your hand

and walking you through it.

Sierra: That's right.

Your mental superiority
is astonishing.

And we all owe you, don't we?
- You do.

Sierra: That's why you took
the bag and you hid it.

- I took the bag? Sierra: Yep.

To play these
mindfuck games on us.

Clover: All right, let's stop.

- Is that the kind of
amateur you wish I were?

- Where did you hide it, Sierra?
- Where did you hide it?

I need you to touch that g*n
so I can blow your head off.

Make it easy for me.
I have witnesses.

Maru: Stop!

I took it!

Clover: What did you just say?

- It was an honest mistake.

- You took three million
dollars worth of diamonds

and hid it by mistake?

Where'd you hide it?

- Under the couch.

Malone: Explain.

- Um, it's just... this
is so embarrassing.

But I'm a sleepwalker.

- You steal sh*t
when you sleepwalk?

That's amazing. Did
you ever eat Twinkies

and go on a sh**ting spree?

Maru:
I was drunk.

And I woke up.

Well, I didn't wake
up until after,

but I got up to go pee in
the middle of the night.

And this is not my house.

So I went to what I thought
was the bathroom, in my sleep.

And I sat on what I thought
was the toilet and I peed.

And in the middle
of it, I woke up.

And I was, you know, shocked,

and I grabbed the bag
and looked inside.

- And then

I heard sounds coming
from the stairs.

It was you coming
down. And I panicked.

So I bolted back to the couch
and slipped the bag under.

I meant to put them back

but it's been kind
of a hectic day.

- You peed on
priceless diamonds.

- I thought you said they
were worth three million.

- But you peed on them.

- I meant no disrespect.

- Okay. Let's
stick to the plan.

Put her back in the tub.

- You put her back in the tub.
I don't take orders from you.

Malone: What's your problem?

Clover: f*ck you.

Malone: f*ck me?

You don't even know the
deal I made with Lasalle

so I'd be a lot nicer
to me if I were you.

Clover: Lucky
you're not me then.

- Don't put her back yet.

Max: Hey, Fausto. Is
my fiancee around?

I, uh, I think you
owe me an apology.

- You're right. I'm sorry.

- Is that all you have to say?

- No. I am not
coming back with you.

- What does that mean?

- I'm staying here a bit longer

because I'm thinking
through a lot of stuff.

- What stuff?

- I didn't know how to
break it to you but, um,

I know I've been getting on
your nerves a lot lately.

Don't deny it.
- Yeah, that's true.

So you should come home
so we can talk about it.

- Except I can't.

- Why?

- Because I'm
sleeping with Fausto.

- Bullshit.

- I'm sorry.

- Wait, you're sleeping
with Alba's butler?

You guys met last night
and fell madly in love?

- I didn't say love, but...

- It's early.

- Fausto and I met before

when he was a
customer at the casino

and we really liked each other,

but he had a
girlfriend at the time.

And so when we came for dinner
and he was here, I just thought

it must mean
something, you know?

- Mean what?

- Fate. This is my fate
and I can't escape it.

- You didn't know he
was working for Alba?

- How could I possibly know?

- I assure you she didn't know.

- One thing led to another.

Why do you think
I kept getting up

and going to the kitchen?

- You were in the kitchen?

I thought you went
to the bathroom?

- No, the kitchen.

What do you think
I was doing there?

- I don't know, what?

- Use your imagination.

Hey, Roberto. Uh,
I'm in a meeting.

Yeah. Let me call you back.

All right.

- Hey, you get reception
here? Can I borrow that?

- Go f*ck yourself.

What happened in the kitchen?

- Like they say.
Once you go...

- Don't be predictable.

Let me borrow your phone a sec.

Just while you
two sort this out.

- What did you do to
her in the kitchen?

- Have a little dignity.

- One sec.

You're a servant, right?

So you're gonna teach
me, what, exactly?

- We servants have a
sh*t ton of dignity.

And let me borrow your phone
before I take it from you.

- Are you
threatening me?

- Don't make waves.

- What is your problem, as*h*le?

- Max, don't.

- You know, you should have
seen how vital and free she was,

bent over that
kitchen counter. Mm.

I honestly don't
think you've been

getting the most out of her.

- sh*t! Oh!
- No, no, no!

Stop! Wait, wait, wait!

Stop, stop, stop!

You're gonna break his ribs!

- That's the general idea.