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This is totally fascinating.

The last woman in England to be imprisoned for witchcraft

was during World War II,

because she somehow knew about a boat that had been sunk.

She described it as if she'd been on it.

I never really pictured you as one those people

that believes in all this psychic stuff.

Oh, my mom's always been into it.

Well, we become our parents.

First scary thought of the day.

And first scary face.

Agent Bendix. What an unpleasant surprise.

- Amanita Caplan. - Shall I fill in my answers now?

I don't know. I'm not sure. I don't recall. And Australia.

The problem is...

I don't believe you.

Well, I believe the rich should pay more taxes,

which means believing in something doesn't make it so.

Let's cut the bullshit. I know you've been in contact with Ms. Marks.

- You know it because I told you I was. - Recently.

Nomi said you would still be illegally reading our texts.

It's not illegal if you're a wanted felon.

But I am not a wanted felon and since you don't have her phone number,

that must mean you've been illegally reading my texts.

It is a crime to assist a felon.

How would you know I was assisting unless you yourself were committing a felony?

I didn't come here to play games.

I came to promise you this:

if I don't put Ms. Marks behind bars, I will put you there.

One thing you should know about me, Amanita...

I keep my promises.

God, what a douche.

- Tell me about it. - Are you okay?

Probably need a shower when I get home.

And some Mission Chinese?

Hey.

I thought you said no context of where we were.

That's just on the cell. I bounce that signal from Australia.

This is a closed network. It's safe.

Safe? That word seems to mean something different all the time.

The police are wrong.

He didn't kill himself.

It was shame.

Shame killed our father.

At least... we still have each other.

Hey!

That's government property.

You want another two weeks?

Another two weeks.

Feels like I'm hitting a wall.

I really made a mess of things this time.

I don't know.

I was trying to fix everything.

I think I just fucked it all up.

I know you'd say that's what I always do.

Maybe it's true.

Maybe I do fuck everything up.

But this time...

this time it's cost me the only thing I've ever really wanted.

- Hey, Capheus! - Hmm?

I've been thinking... why don't we hire one of those real good artists like Mozee

to paint Jean-Claude this time?

That guy's expensive.

I know, but this comeback has to be legendary.

The Van Damn is back. Badder than ever! We need to make a statement.

- Ah, have you seen the Go-bama? - Hmm?

Ooh! That thing is sick! I mean, it looks just like him.

People care about that shit. Face is important.

- You think so? - Yeah.

I don't know.

Jean-Claude doesn't look the same as he did.

Neither does Obama.

Hmm. I'll bet the Go-bama used Hope Obama and not Now Obama.

Yeah, yeah. No one wants a wrinkly gray-haired dude on their bus.

Exactly.

Faces change, you know? But not the heart.

True that. True that.

To be legends...

we need a heart like Jean-Claude or Obama more than we need their face.

- Yeah? Then next stop? - Hmm?

- Legendary! - Aah!

Speaking of faces... I must say, you're looking a little different these days.

- New barbershop. - Oh.

- You're looking good. Very good. - Yes! Thank you.

Art is material.

It is wed intractably to the real world,

bound by matter and matters.

Art is political.

Never more so than when insisting it is not.

Art is dialectic.

It is enriched when shared and impoverished

by ownership and commodification.

It is a language of seeing and being seen.

Uh, would someone care to fill me in on the joke here?

Yes. Totally.

Is this art, Mr. Fuentes?

Is it art, Mr. Valles?

What do you think?

Why don't you tell us what you see?

Looks like shit-packer porn.

"Shit-packer porn." That is...

That is very interesting.

Yeah.

'Cause this is where the relationship between subject and object reverses.

The proverbial shoe shifting to the other foot.

And what was seen... now reveals the seer.

Because the eyes of the beholder find not just beauty where they want,

but also shallowness, ugliness, confusion... prejudice.

Which is to say the beholder will always see what they want to see,

suggesting that what you, Mr. Valles, want to see

is in fact shit-packer porn.

Whereas someone else...

someone with a set of eyes capable of seeing beyond societal conventions,

beyond their defining biases,

such a beholder might see an image of...

two men caught in an act of pleasure.

Erotic to be sure, but also... vulnerable.

Neither aware of the camera.

Both of them connected to the moment, to each other.

To love.

And as I have suggested before in this class...

art... is love made public.

Joaquin kept his word.

It's...

It's all over the Internet.

I am sorry...

- No. - ...about all this. I...

It was worth it just to hear you describe it.

So...

Here we go.

Here we go.

You were a cop?

I am a cop.

I was an ecologist.

I used to be able to see... so much beauty in the world.

And now all I can see is what he sees.

I thought I was safe here.

But he found me.

Just like he'll find you.

But don't worry.

I have a secret.

A way out.

Somewhere where we can go where nobody can find us.

What is it? What is it?

It's him?

- Is it him? - It was her.

- Angelica? - Angelica.

Yes.

It's okay.

You're safe.

You're safe.

Ah, Ms. Bak. Hello. Please have a seat.

- Who are you? - I'm Mr. Lee.

Mr. Chen sends his apologies, but he's unable to continue your case.

Why?

Conflict of interest.

Was he threatened?

So... why are you here?

I believe in the law, and the law has failed you.

You do not belong in here and I'm gonna get you out.

Has the court agreed to a re-trial?

No.

Without your father's testimony to authenticate the new documents...

they have rejected the appeal.

This is the law you believe in?

I'm going to subpoena your brother.

Stay away from Joong-Ki.

He is more dangerous than you think.

And when I get out, I want him where I can reach him.

What's up, Neets?

- Heading to work? - Late shift.

That guy Bendix was here again.

Unbelievable.