American Rust

There's a balance between good and evil in the world.

That balance just shifted a little more toward good.

You bring good into the world, Del.

What's your hangup with leaving Buell?

I've got no hangups.

I have spent so long trying to figure out where I belong.

This is the right place for me.

Isaac, listen to me. Head west, go to that school.

Live your life.

Are we ever gonna see each other again?

- Hey, Frank. - What do we got going on?

Eh, nothing good.

- Steve. - Boss. You okay there?

Eh, slept the wrong way.

I'm Detective Fisher. I'd like to ask you some questions.

- You want to tell me what about? - Your former partner. Chuck Castellanos.

North City was going to shit. The squad formed the brotherhood.

I left the force before they could ask me to repay the debt.

I broke my oath.

For some fucked up reason, we think we don't deserve good things.

But we do.

I'm done playing by the fucking rules.

I'm gonna take good care of you, Grace.

It's gonna be a good day.

Maybe it will be.

Yeah?

I just wanna make sure the numbers we're talking about are--

Yes, you're gonna get a chance.

I'm talking six figures, 150, 200 thousand dollars.

You're going to be able to speak first. You'll be able to make your case.

Whatever each of you wants.

- I'll be doing it. - I don't doubt that.

What's that supposed to mean?

The numbers you mentioned are not unreasonable,

but a negotiation takes time. I want to urge you...

Hello. I think we all know each other.

Sue Herlitz, District Attorney for Fayette County.

Beau Davis, representing the Commonwealth and the Bureau of Prisons.

- I'm Mrs... - Shall we?

The Poe family has retained me in this lawsuit.

We allege, among other failures of the state,

an 8th Amendment deliberate indifference to protection from violence.

And we hope this negotiation will avert the need for a lengthy trial.

I believe Grace Poe would like to make a statement on behalf of the family.

Hi, Sue Herlitz, District Attorney.

That's my son, Billy...

who just limped over to his chair.

You might remember him because you sent him to prison on no good evidence

where he was beaten so viciously, he ended up in a coma.

Now, he doesn't remember the beating, thank God.

But just now, four months later, he's getting out of rehab.

And he may never fully recover.

You're up for re-election next week, Sue Herlitz, and I know

you want to continue being District Attorney.

So, unless you want me driving around Fayette County

with a loudspeaker strapped to my car reminding everybody

how badly you fucked Billy Poe...

you better be ready to make things right. I think you understand what that means.

Right on.

Would you like to make a statement?

No.

Thank you for your statement. In consultation with the Commonwealth,

we are prepared to cover all of Mr. Poe's medical expenses to date,

as well as his rehabilitation moving forward for the next six months.

In addition, as compensation for Mr. Poe's pain and suffering,

we are prepared to offer...

Twenty-eight thousand, four hundred dollars.

- What?! - What?!

Say that number to my face.

- You smug, sexless bitch. - Wait, don't back away.

Stand there like a man and say that number...

We come in here in good faith...

Don't make me chase you!

- Everybody, please... - I'll take it.

- Wh-- What? - Billy. What the fuck?

I'll take it.

If you can write me a check right now, I'll take it.

No, Billy, no.

Give me five minutes.

Package bomb. Not a huge explosion.

Mostly nails, projectiles. But the victim's dead.

We're trying to locate the wife, daughter's at school.

The neighbor saw a delivery truck pulling away down the street.

Hey, at least you caught a fun one for your birthday.

Really?

No comment.

Oh, come on, aging's a beautiful process. It's been good for me,

thanks to my oil-free moisturizer and my comfortable man-Spanx.

I was gonna say, those undergarment supports really working for ya.

- You noticed. - I mean, not in a creepy way, but I do--

Hey. You're talking too much again. Cynthia, go find the truck.

- You okay? - Yeah, thanks.

Gimp Nation! The boy is free!

Hey, man.

Come on, tough guy. You can do it.

You could come here and grab my bag.

Why would I do that? It's your bag.

Thanks a lot.

I've seen Blind Side , I've seen Whiplash .

Tough love, man. It's the only way you'll learn.

That's not what The Blind Side's about.

- Of course it is. - No.

The basketball one with Gene Hackman.

- No. - Really?

Hey, Billy, what's going on?

Isaac invited me to stay at his place.

That's sweet, Isaac, but I got a bed made up for him at the cabin.

Mom, I'm not sharing a bathroom with you and Harris.

Uh, he's actually not there that much, so...

Oh, it's the boxing one! The boxing one with Mark Wahlberg.

- Hey, you know-- Well... - No, its...

- Be careful. - Have fun!

Hey, maybe it's better this way.

Is it?

Well, I mean, if Harris ain't coming around that much,

that might, you know, leave me a little window to sneak by.

I'm just being selfless. I'm always thinking of your pleasure

and only your pleasure.

Hey!

Hey, you! Hey, I'm talking to you!

If you ever have kids, I hope you remember today,

and what you took from my son.

Karma can be a motherfucker, you bi--

- Are you recording me? - Yes, Grace, I am...

- Fuck you, you stupid fucking bitch! - Okay, let's not go there. No, no, no.

- Let's not go there. Ssh-ssh... - Fuck you! Fuck...

You good? Okay.

The victim's name is Liam McKenna. Still trying to locate the wife,

Professor of Geology at Carnegie Mellon.

- Teaches about rocks? - Old rocks.

She was out of town at a conference. We've got uniforms on the truck route.

The driver is...

Yeah?

Can I get a word with you?

We're seriously gonna do this again?

This guy. We're in the middle of something important here.

It's out of my hands.

Aren't you the big boss?

Not of him, I'm not.

- Take a seat. - I wasn't planning on staying long.

Indulge me.

You and Chuck Castellanos were partners.

You really gonna start this way every time?

I'm methodical.

Obsessive, maniacal. I might use those words.

You were partners.

No. We liked playing dress-up.

He got a kick out of the plastic badge and the toy gun.

I liked the 10 hours a day driving around and the bad pay.

You don't like talking about Chuck.

- I don't like talking to you about Chuck. - I see.

We've been having the same conversation for three months.

I come back to Pittsburgh, where I feel like I--

- You need to take that? - No.

- You sure? - Yep.

I want to show you something we recently discovered.

We combed through all surveillance cameras within three miles of the diner

from the night Detective Castellanos shot himself.

They found that shot from outside a yoga studio.

Do you recognize the man in the car with Chuck?

It would help if I could see him.

You don't recognize him at all?

I can't see him.

The shape of the man's head, crew cut? His jawline?

Sorry.

All right, let me ask you about something else

we've been looking into.

About 12, 13 years ago, before you left the force the first time around,

you worked a child sexual assault case against a Catholic school teacher.

- Is that right? - Yep.

The case was going to trial and then it all blew up, got dismissed.

Teacher moved away. Remember this?

Uh-huh.

Within that year, that same teacher was shot in Wisconsin.

I heard about that.

Do you happen to know if Detective Castellanos

had anything to do with that killing?

Are you fucking kidding me?

No, I'm not.

Look, I can get a judge to grant you immunity,

if you want to share any information.

I don't want your immunity.

If you're gonna accuse my former partner of murdering a suspect for me,

more than a decade ago, you'd better have something nailed the fuck down.

You want to charge me? Charge me. You want to charge a dead cop. Charge him.

I'm done.

This is your last chance for me to protect you in all this--

I don't need your protection.

Hello.

You can get shot coming up behind someone like that.

I'm trained to protect myself if anyone turns a firearm on me.

Are you trying to get me to point a gun at you?

I didn't know you had one.

I live in a cabin in the woods, mostly by myself,

so yeah, I have a gun, and it's registered, if you're interested.

I've got a couple of questions, if you don't mind.

On the night of the murders in West Virginia,

the ones that included Jackson Berg, who owned the pharmacy--

I know who Jackson was.

Former Chief Harris was at the Main Street Bar that night