Barry

Lord, please watch over me

and fill me with your courage and grace.

Please watch over my son John

and fill his heart with his daddy's love.

So you're a man of God now?

Please take away all his nightmares.

You think because you've repented,

you get to choose where you're gonna go after you die?

Give his mother the strength to look over him.

You know where you're goin', and you're afraid.

I just want my boy to be safe.

Why are you showing me this?

I'm not showin' you anything.

This is all in your head, Barry.

Why can't I feel my arms and legs?

I cut them off.

Please...

I wanna watch you experience seeing the people you love

for the last time.

John...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, John.

"The world needs to know what the studio is doing

"by making this movie.

"They are sensationalizing a tragedy

and elevating a murderer. I will not let that happen."

There's all these comments.

Look at that, they're all positive.

- See? It's working. - Yeah. You know,

this is like a really interesting way to go, Gene.

Really.

I mean, I didn't think of it before, but it's like...

It's like y-you're decided

to take th-the more honorable path, you know?

Hey, all I'm trying to do is protect her memory.

I'll tell you what you're doing with this.

You are showing them to be the whores that they are!

That's what you're doing!

Yeah.

They're waiting for you.

Who?

The men that we're going to send to kill Fuches.

The Four Ultimate Badass Killers?

FUBKs. Yes.

Wait, those guys are real?

- Francisco Boya. - Wow

Weapons expert.

Used to run missions for the Clateen cartel.

- This is nice. - Prefers to use a knife

because he likes to be close to his victims.

Yes. Sold. Add to cart.

Konstantine Persky. Explosions.

- Feel free to blow up cars. - Fuches, obviously. Right?

That'd be hilarious. Fuches with dynamite tied to him.

- Like the Wile E. Coyote! - Exactly. Next.

Todd Geer, ex-Special Forces.

Responsible for leading six coups.

- More like four and a half. - Hey, don't downplay your accomplishments.

That's still a shitload of coups, Todd.

- Uh, yes, please. - Isiah Ransone.

- Oh, he can get it. - Sharpshooter.

- Of course he is. - 500 confirmed kills.

Make that 501.

Okay, so when can we expect this job to be done?

And what does that mean?

- End of the day. - Okay, then just say "end of day," alright?

You're not Special Forces like Isiah Ransone over here.

Now, go.

Wipe them out.

Leave no witnesses.

And before you kill Fuches, tell him...

"NoHo Hank did this."

Oh God.

John.

John...

John, I don't want this to be the last time I see you.

John.

I love you so much.

Please say something to me.

John, please say something.

John, please say something to me.

Daddy loves you so much, John.

Oh shit...

Oh.

Oh my... Mr. Cousineau.

Mr. Cousineau!

Mr. Cousineau!

Mr. Cousineau!

I'm so sorry!

Mr. Cousineau, I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry that happened! I tried to fix things!

Honestly, I tried to fix things! I tried to give you that money!

$250,000!

$250,000?

I was trying to fix things.

$250,000?

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

F-For who, Barry?

Mr. Cousineau,

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry...

Please turn this off!

Turn it off!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry...

- Gene Cousineau. - Mr. Cousineau,

I'm so happy I got a hold of you.

My name is Matt Iserson. I'm an agent at UTA.

Oh, you're the guy that's gonna help me

take out an ad in "The Hollywood Reporter"

about Warner Brothers being such a dickhead

'cause they're trying to profit off the murder of my girlfriend.

No. Actually, I-I'm calling on behalf of a client.

He wants to play you in that movie.

Hey. Not interested.

My client is Daniel Day-Lewis.

From "My Left Foot"?

Wow, that's a deep cut, but yes.

Oscar-winner Daniel Day-Lewis.

He'd like to come out of retirement to play you.

This is not Tony Danza trying to fuck with me, is it?

- I am not Tony Danza. - My name is Matt Iserson.

I'm an agent at UTA,

and I'd love to fill you in on the details.

A-Are you open to that?

- I guess I'm free today. - Great.

- How about Toscana in an hour? - Toscana, no.

I'll text you the location.

- Yes? - Mr. Cousineau?

- Mr. Cousineau, are you there? - Sally?

- You're alive? - Uh, yeah.

Oh, thank God.

So are you.

Okay, uh, listen, I...

I need your help.

Anything, sweetheart. But wh-where are you?

I'm in Los Angeles with my son.

John! Stay close to me!

Yeah. Um, listen, um...

We're at the airport. Um, can you come pick us up?

- Now? Yeah. It would be a huge help.

Yeah, no. No, I-I have to go to Tosca...

I-I have a... I have a meeting, I just can't miss it.

Can't you reschedule?

I'll tell you what.

Go to my house, and we'll meet there later.

Yeah. Okay. Okay.

- Do you remember the address? - Yeah, I remember.

- Okay. - Okay, - I'll see you soon.

Okay.

Look, we need to find a way to get to Cousineau's.

He's an old friend of mine.

We're gonna meet your daddy there, okay?

And once we find him...

everything's gonna be okay. Okay?

Come on. Come on, come on!

I got your text!

What's the word on the FUBKs?

They landed about an hour ago.

We lost communication with them.

Okay...

Can you find communication?

We, uh,

we just got a delivery. From Fuches.

- It's their heads. - We don't know that yet.

It's a head.

I can, uh, find a couple more FUBKs.

FUBKs don't just grow out of the ground like mint, okay?

It's another head.

I will go alone and, uh,

avenge the FUBKs for...

Oh, yeah? You're gonna go on a suicide mission, Val, huh?

Listen, I need you, okay? You're my support system.

- Why am I still opening these? - Thank God.

Ah, Isiah!

Fuck. Even in death,

just an absolute fox.

Can I make a suggestion?

I think getting the monsters out of the house

is more important than the house.

You know what? You're absolutely fucking right.

Fuck that house. It is dead to us.

Let's take care of this shit ourselves.

Let's ride.

I understand what you guys witnessed earlier today

was upsetting. That true?

What about it upsets you?

You cutting off their heads.

I see. Well...

The Raven's flock are blood artists.

We are modern-day barbarians.

Our clay are the beating hearts of our enemy.

No, yeah, you've told us this a number of times.

Right, right, but me saying it

and you saying it, two different things.

- That's right. - Yeah.

Shit. Okay.

Well, should've thought this out more.

- May I make a suggestion? - Mm-hmm.

Next time we capture enemies,

I or one of the guys take the ladies out for a meal,