Barry

- (indistinct chatter) - (buzzer, door shutting)

- (grunting) - Child (quietly): Ah! Ah!

Boom. Boom. Hey, get back here.

Bang, bang, bang.

Ah! Ah! Get away from me! Ah!

(imitates machine gun, bomb whistling, explosion)

Oh no. I didn't mean to get you. I meant that guy.

(imitates bomb whistle, explosion) Ah! Ah! Ah!

Oh no, what did you do? I don't know.

Barry's Dad: Barry!

- (wind blowing) - (chatter fades)

- Monroe, this is my youngest son, Barry. - Ah, hey there, big guy.

Your dad, uh, tells me you're shy.

You gonna be shy with me? (laughs)

Barry, say hello.

Ah, it's o... Hey. I-I hear you like, uh, playing army.

You know, your dad and I used to play army.

- Barry! - No, it's alright.

No need to pressure him there, John.

Hey, it was nice to meet you,

son. It really was.

You know, maybe one of these days, uh,

you'll let me play army with you, yeah?

- (fluorescent lights buzz) - (tapping)

What do you mean there's no deal?

I'm saying you guys are asking me to turn against a friend,

and I can't do that.

But that wasn't us.

You guys were already in a friend fight.

We have a process in motion of giving you a new life.

- Why would you turn away from that? - Fuches: Gentlemen.

I don't think I should say anything else

without my attorney, Gale Winograde, present.

Gale Winograde is your attorney?

As of this morning, yeah.

I will leave you with this.

Shame on you.

Turning pals into enemies.

It's a dick move.

Cowboy (on TV): Your daddy's gonna be real mad at me.

And he... he's got every right to be,

so I don't want you sticking up for me...

I'd, uh, (clears throat) I'd like to introduce myself.

I'm the Raven.

Over there is my associate,

Barry Berkman.

You probably saw him on the news.

He's a badass cop killer.

The Raven is connected to some very heavy hitters.

I can't say who. Let's just say,

they're not Russian, but...

you'd think they were.

- Inmate: They Chechens? - Yeah, they're Chechen,

but when the Raven gets outta here,

they're gonna hook him up, and you could get

a piece of the action.

- Fuches: What's your name, son? - Jason.

Jason? No.

Raven can't have a Jason.

Need something with more flair.

Live Wire.

- Fuches: What's your name? - I'm trying to watch a show.

TV fan, are you? Well,

we'll call you... TV... Groove Tube!

- I don't want a nickname. - Live Wire and Groove Tube.

Yeah, looks like the Raven got himself a gang.

No, for real, I don't like nicknames.

Alright, then you're Jason.

Dude, I'm Jason. My name is Jason.

You're Live Wire, motherfuck!

You're Jason, you're Live Wire, and I'm the Raven!

That speech was really good.

- Thank you. - Now, you had...

I've been taking these acting classes and stuff,

and you knew exactly...

- how to play that. You're... - Felt relaxed.

Yeah, felt honest, relaxed.

You know, you weren't pushing it at all.

- You were just confident... - Do you like the names that I came up with?

Yeah.

Yeah. No, those were good.

Figure it'll take this lawyer a long time

to finally spring us, so...

we get ourselves a little contingent, a little...

- safety in numbers. - Yeah.

- I'll get 'em in line. Yeah. - Good.

Can't believe those Feds

trying to talk me into wearing a wire.

Really, I'm...

I'm sorry, buddy.

- No, I get it. It's okay. - Yeah.

Gonna get me a new life.

Witness protection.

And I said, "Fuck off."

I can't do that to family.

Oh, Winograde can meet us at 3:00 PM.

- Okay. Alright. - Mm-hmm.

Interested to see what he says. Apparently, he's a beast.

Cristobal: Bong?

Bong!

Bong: Cristobal?

I see you are still in the shipping business.

What do you want?

A while ago, Hank and I approached you with a deal.

The crime utopia thing. I remember.

- Played volleyball. - Cristobal: (laughs) Yes, well,

we are back in business, my friend,

and we have an operations that we could use your services for.

It would be an equal share.

Who else is involved?

Well, we are holding a meeting with, hopefully, you.

And the Guatemalans.

We're at war with those motherfuckers.

You'll never get us at a table together.

Eh... I think I can.

If that table happens to be at the bestest place on the earth.

Before we start,

I have to applaud you.

It's not an easy task, putting aside differences,

trading out your guns for your listening ears,

then trucking all the way

to the Dave and the Busters here in Torrance.

It takes a strong will to do such things.

I would know. Not long ago,

I was the head of the Bolivian cartel.

We were at war with the Chechens.

They belittled us, fought us,

stole from us, completely destroyed our operations.

But now... (laughs)

We're fucking.

Not implying that's where you guys are headed.

I understand Cristobal and I are total unicorn situation.

The point is, we were able to put aside a major blood feud

and the only way to do such a thing

is by first admitting

what you don't do well.

By admitting what you need.

See, the Chechens had

but we were complete boners at stealing shit.

And we were the best of thieves,

but had no idea how to distribute.

And we were too busy blowing the shit out of each other

to realize that we needed each other.

Our strengths could help each other's weaknesses.

Together, we were stronger.

Together, we are stronger.

Okay, say that shit in your mind right now.

Make it your mantra. And at first,

I get that you may need to hold your nose

when working with someone who might have killed

a close friend or family member. That sucks, but...

That shit will fade away when you see

the amazing bounty of power

that comes with working together.

Now, we have a pitch that will bring us all together

in a way that we will all profit,

where we will all succeed beyond our wildest imagination,

but there must be zero bloodshed!

Hello! Can I start you guys with an appetizer?

Uh, yes, we'll have some jalapeno poppers for the table, please.

The killing must stop!

If the Bolivians and the Chechens can do it...

we all...

can do it.

- (video games continue) - (patrons cheer)

Cristobal: Yes! Okay,

fantastic! Okay, everyone, everyone,

come with me, and we will all go to the Wicked Tuna right here.

Right here. Okay, come with me, come with me.

- Look, right over here, we have the Pac-Man. Huh? - (phone buzzing)

We have the Hungry Hippo. And we have the Skee-ball...

- (indistinct chatter) - (distant buzz)

Guard: Berkman, you got a visitor.

Come on, let's go.

- Oh, is it my lawyer? - Guard: Don't know.

Barry: I'm sorry.

- (flatly) Hello. How are you? - Barry: I am really sorry.

How are you?

I fucked up.

I'm really sorry, Sally.

Sally: How's Muffin?

- Who's Muffin? - Sally: Muffin. Our dog, Muffin.

Remember, before you were arrested?

Muffin bit me, and you said

you were gonna find him a new home. Did you?

I told you what I did to Muffin.

No, you didn't tell me.

That's why I flew all the way here.

Where's the dog buried?

Honey, the dog h-has a new home. The dog's safe.

You got nothing to worry about. You're okay.

Is that the only thing you came here for?

Yeah.

- Then, why aren't you leaving? - (Sally sniffles)

I tried to go home, and... (inhales)

it was just so awful.

Barry: Sally, I didn't... I didn't lie to you.

- You did... You did. - Barry: I didn't lie to you.

I didn't lie to you. I just...

I didn't tell you the part I didn't want to be true.