Barry

- Here. - What's this?

Our next job.

A Bolivian stash house.

Fuches, this isn't a hit. This is a raid.

Admit it, you had a good time.

Okay, I actually did.

Well, you're the detective and I got the confession.

I'm investigating one of the murders of your students.

This cannot be a thing.

Okay, pause it right there.

Shit, you can't see his face.

Are you going to introduce me to your friends?

That's Taylor and that's Vaughn.

We were in the marines together.

- What you gonna do? - Oh!

That was a good one!

God, I'm so sick of people telling me what I am.

Do you have any idea what that feels like?

No, I don't.

Well, it makes me feel like I'm not even a person.

What?

Whatever this is, I want in.

Viewer discretion is advised.

You have two new voice messages.

Barry, it's Taylor,

Chris's friend from the party.

I was just calling to check and see

when we were going to kill those Bolivians.

Okay. Fuck yeah. Later.

Barry, Taylor.

You didn't kill those Bolivians yet, did ya?

I really wanna kill them with you,

so, give me a buzz. Bye.

Oh!

Oh, like that.

Oh!

- Oh! - Oh!

Almost. Ready?

It was nice meeting your friends this weekend.

Oh, thanks, man.

That Taylor guy, what's, uh, what's... what's his deal?

Honestly? I don't fucking know.

We met in this program that helps vets reacclimate.

Yeah, he was the first guy they ever kicked out.

Great.

Ooh! I want the big rat.

You want the big rat?

- Yes! - Done.

Watch this.

What do we got?

He... he's a, uh, he's a solid dude, though, right?

- Oh yeah, for sure. - Yeah?

Yeah, we were, uh, we were at this bar hanging one time,

and this guy spilled a drink on my leg,

and then Taylor broke the dude's jaw.

Cool.

- I want the big rat. - I'm... I'm just a little rusty.

Give me the thing. I got it.

Big rat.

Hey, Barry, would you mind taking a picture of us?

- Oh. Yeah, sure. - Honey.

- Yeah? - Take a picture?

Oh yes. Yeah. You get a picture?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Hey, um, can you do me a favor?

Can you... can you not tell Sharon

that we hung out with Taylor last night?

She's not a fan, so.

Oh. But he's a nice dude, though, right?

Yeah. Okay.

- Here we go. - Say, "Cheese."

Say, "Cheese."

- Wanna put him on my lap? - Okay, yeah.

- Okay. Okay. - Sit with Daddy, okay?

- Here we go, Mikey. - Now, big smiles. You look so pretty.

Hey. Look right there, buddy.

- Yay! - Is he smiling?

Here. Get in. Get in here.

Okay. It's me.

Oh, my. Shh! The list is up.

The what?

Casting assignments for the annual Shakespeare showcase, Barry!

If I'm not Titus Andronicus, I'm gonna

burn this fucking place to the ground.

Puck? Fucking Puck?

- Jeez. - Again?

Oh, hey, the list is up for the Shakespeare carnival.

Yeah-huh.

Hey, did you get my messages?

- Yeah. - Oh, cool.

Yeah, sorry about that. I think I was just a little jealous

- of your talking to that guy and stuff. - Okay.

Can we reset, maybe?

Like, um, let me take you to dinner

and, I don't know, we can go to an aqua park

- or an arcade or something? - Yeah, totally.

Or we could try not speaking to each other for a couple of days

or, like, even say a month or two and reset that way.

- Okay. - I just feel like you've got

some toxic masculinity issues you need to work out,

and until then, we just shouldn't interact so much or like at all.

You know?

Scene partners.

Yeah, you and Barry are doing

the Macbeth scene with Natalie.

Oh, I don't want to play Lady Macbeth again.

Yeah, well, don't worry about it, because Natalie is.

- What? - Yeah, casting's fucked this year. Fucked.

Focus.

There is somebody here to talk to you...

about Ryan's murder.

Okay, we released this photo today.

It's a screen shot of the recovered

footage of Ryan's murder,

and I'm hoping one of you recognizes the man in this photo.

Ooh.

I'm sorry. Excuse me. Is this the best photo that you've got?

Yeah.

'Cause it looks like, um, a thumb with arms.

- Is this the back or the front? - Mm.

'Cause usually in the front of a head, there's a face.

- Mm. - Yeah, we did a scene in class from CSI

where I played a young technician

who enhances a photo from an ATM.

We should enhance this.

That's not a thing.

Well, we caught the criminal in the scene, so.

Okay, look, this is the best photo that we can do,

so if any of you have any idea who this is,

then my phone number is on the bottom of the flier.

- Okay? - Which I happen to have on my phone too.

So be, on the lookout for a man

with no discernible features.

He killed your friend.

And, uh, Detective Janice Moss,

thank you so much for coming to my classroom.

Thank you very much. Such a pleasure.

Let go of my hand now. Can you let go?

- Okay. Thank you for coming. - Thank you. Okay.

So, um... so, um, uh,

also, I need to speak

with Eric, Jermaine, and Barry in private, please.

- Come on down. - Gentlemen?

Okay, one thing we can tell from our photo is

that our mystery shooter is at least six feet tall.

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, okay, I see.

So me, Jermaine, and Eric, we're the... tall guys.

Exactly.

But you served in the Marines. Where were you deployed?

Baqubah mostly, and Afghanistan.

So you know your way around a gun?

- Yeah. - Plenty of training then?

Does me being tall make me a suspect or...

Only in the sense of my desperation to rule you out as such.

Now, on the night that Ryan died,

I know that you were in the theater,

because you spoke to Ge... Mr. Cousineau.

Did you go anywhere after that?

I went and had dinner with Frank Ewing,

from our corporate office in Texas.

Okay. Did you go home after that?

No, Frank and I went and had, uh, drinks

with a guy from a manufacturing plant, Ramón Díaz.

So I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving me their numbers, right?

Absolutely.

Yah!

Oh shit. Box phone. Box phone!

Box phone.

Box phone. Box phone...

Yeah.

Yeah, Frank here!

Hi. Mr. Ewing?

Can you hold on a sec? I'm on the factory floor!

Hey, Larry! Move that forklift over there, would ya?

You think Eric did it?

- What? - I think he did.

Know what I'm saying?

He's a fucking psycho.

What did we do?

We split a piece of that key lime pie,

uh, and then we, uh, we went out with a fella

by the name of, uh...

Ramón Díaz, out of manufacturing, for a nightcap. Yeah.

Okay. Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Ewing.

Bye-bye.

This is Ramón.

Barry, you're good to go.

- Eric. - Hi!

The fucking police were at my house,

asking me, "Do you

recognize voice on camera?

Do you know man who got away?"

And I am thinking, "Yes."

"I... I know man who got away.

"It is same fucking moron

who put lipstick camera in car."

Too much heat.

We must call off stash house hit...

- Whoa. Whoa. - Killing Bolivian leader. All of it.

- Goran. Goran. - I think that's a great idea, Goran.