Reprisal (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - 25 or 6 to 4 - full transcript

This the place?

I think so.

Irma, honey.
Can't think.

Got to know.

Then it's the place.

It wasn't him, though.
It was her, his wife.

He just... he watched.

Didn't help or nothing.

See?

What I been telling you?

All right, let's do this.



Yeah?

Yeah.

I want to speak to your wife
if she ain't busy.

Hey, Bear?

Yeah?

People asking for you.

Hi, Bear.

I was wondering what
the fuck you were thinking

beating up on one
of my girls last night.

Caught that whore tramping
around my husband here.

Yeah...

well, they don't tramp,

and they're
certainly not whores.

Your husband here
commissioned a dance.



You don't like that
she's prettier than you,

maybe you should
take that up with him.

And you...

sitting idly by,

and then you don't even have
the goddamn decency

to pay the girl.

Tell you what.

Why don't you
take your wife here

and move the hell on

before the two of you get hurt?

Fucking think about it, bitch!
Get in the room!

Hurts to get beat up,
doesn't it?

Maybe your fucking husband

could watch this, too!

Oh, for the love of fuck.

I fucking told you something
like this would happen.

From now on, now the hell on,

we don't let them work
outside of the compound.

It ain't always like that,
Queenie.

Never outside
of the compound.

What about her?

Looks like you got
yourself a daughter.

It's the least you could do.

Aw, what's her name?

How the fuck am I supposed
to know that?

Could call her Meredith.

My mother's name was Meredith.

Okay, fine.
Meredith Harlow.

Happy birthday, Meredith.

It's 100 fucking
degrees outside.

Meredith...

Jesus fucking Christ.

I told you to stay safe.
- Am I not safe?

What'd they want?

Burt's daughter, man.
The hell you think they wanted?

We should go.

I just got to
use the restroom first.

Hey, you all right?

The faucet is the, um...

pushy kind.

Let me guess, your face
is all fucked up, right?

Like... like it's numb?

Hands asleep?

And my feet, too.

It's because you're
breathing all wrong.

Feels like I'm stroking out.

You're not stroking out. Here.

Don't touch me.

Okay, all right.

Okay, just‐‐just look,
all right?

Meredith, just look.

Plug your nostril.

Come on.

Plug your nostril,
exhale everything.

Inhale slow, count to four.

Plug the other one.

Yeah. Keep your eyes on me.

Inhale four.

Do it till you can feel again.

Yeah?

It only ever hits
when things go quiet.

Meredith,
you should talk to Burt.

No, Burt should talk to me.

Hey, Burt?

What?

Can I come in?

Where'd you get that thing?

Laying around.

Lying around?

Never really been
a fan of them myself.

Unless you do hand‐to‐hand,
ain't nothing settled.

Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you.

Disappoint...

Queenie says she's
been speaking to you

about that Scratch shit
for a while now.

You almost got killed.

I didn't realize where I was.

And I trusted her.

Gertrude was my friend.

She dead?

Yeah.

He also said that
you were talking about...

wanting to leave.

More and more every day.

Your life ain't good here?

Wasn't yours?

Leave and you
can never come back...

unless you're Burt Harlow,
of course.

With this, Meredith,

doesn't matter ever
how far apart we are.

We're always gonna be Harlows.

Always.

I've never really been
a gun person.

Well, Molly, if you
still want to come along,

you're gonna need a gun.

And what‐‐what am
I supposed to do with it?

If the moment arises...

you'll figure it out.

Mm‐mm, no.

Not‐‐not that one.

Can you drive?

I‐I have
a driver's license, yes.

No, we mean
more like getaway driving.

That's what we need you for.

Oh.

No. What?

Getaway driving is easy.

Just crank the wheel,
mash the gas, don't crash.

See, Molly...

there's a plan here.

For you,
it's all about the car.

It's all about being ready.

For us, we need our guns
on the inside,

but we need you
on the outside waiting for us.

And we can't
go in from the back.

So we got to go
in through the front.

But you?
There's a road.

A road I know.
It can take you into the back.

And we go in
through the front.

Wait a minute.
What if they recognize you?

It's the Bang‐A‐Rang.

People have worn more

ridiculous nonsense
than our masks.

We'll go in through the front
and come right out the back.

And when we do, Molly,

you'll be waiting
right there for us.

Yes?
Molly?

Yes.

I can getaway drive.

Mm. Whoa.

And what about our weapons?

Yes.
We'll need Ethan.

Haven't had the chance
to talk proper.

Figured you were
making your rounds.

I can tell when
I'm being avoided.

Meredith all right?

She'll be fine.

I heard you took, uh,
Lyla over to Rita's.

Must've been tough.

Old Man, I missed you.

Lot of years.

You used to only leave
for a week or so.

Weeks turned to months.

Months turned into years.

Why?

I guess, uh...

I got addicted
to the quiet, is all.

Wouldn't have stayed gone
so long if, uh...

If I thought you
couldn't handle things.

I tried...

with the Ghouls.

Offered to lower their tax.

Queenie probably told you.

Yeah,
she might've mentioned that.

Fucking Jukes...

Old Man, don't beat
yourself up about that.

Ghouls have been
a ticking time bomb

since the day we had
our first fight with them,

whether you wanted
to see it or not.

Even if the Phoenixes never
stepped foot in that place,

we'd still be right here.

There was never
any avoiding this.

All that matters now
is that you never forget...

what you're capable of.

Joel the Mover.

Fucking Ghouls.

To make‐‐to make a play
on Meredith, to go that far,

what the fuck
were they thinking?

They're desperate.
That's all it is.

It's a point of no return,
and it's our fault.

Not our fault.

You say you're not worried
about her.

Sure seem worried to me.

What did we tell you
about family around here?

- I know, but you're acting‐‐
- No, no, no.

She proved I didn't have
to fucking worry about her,

but that ain't‐‐but that ain't
the fucking point.

That girl's like
a sister to me...

to Johnson,

to a whole lot
of us around here.

We don't like to admit it
because she's a fucking brat,

but that's...

The point is the Ghouls

are making it
fucking personal this time.

Meredith, Percy,
fuck knows who else.

There used to be
a line in the sand...

rules of war.

But here they're...

here they're taking
cheap shots.

Here they're fucking cowards.

Ahh.

This place...

these people‐‐it's all
any of us fucking have...

including you.

When we hit the river tomorrow,

we're gonna make
some adjustments.

Detour through
some Ghoul territory.

And if we see any of them...

well...

we'll just go ahead
and make it personal.

Where are you going?

Take a piss.

What a sight for sore eyes.

Honey, not exactly
the greeting I was expecting.

Don't worry about them.
I can see that you're upset.

Pumpkin, put the gun down.

We can talk about all of this.

He's bleeding.

Molly, please.

- Meredith‐‐was that you?
- What happened to her?

The Ghouls made
a move on her.

Was that you?
- Of course not.

Were you ever
really gonna help me

with my case in Detroit?

Huh, Doris?

I'm still working on it.

Are you Katherine Harlow?

I was.

But that was
a long time ago.

They all think you're dead.

Well, I suppose they're about
to realize otherwise,

aren't they?
- Yeah.

I need a favor.

What?

I have something important

I'd like for you to hide
in the Bang‐A‐Rang.

This is bullshit.

Ethan.

Please.

I can't do this without you.

You really think
he's gonna plant 'em?

Absolutely.

Yeah...

Yeah.

Look at you...

out here all alone.

Wanted to talk.

Yeah.

Wasn't us.

Jukes told you that.

He did.

What, you don't believe him?

Making a play on Meredith...

was that your idea?

Thought you'd get somewhere
kidnapping Burt's daughter?

Earn some stripes?

I've earned my stripes.

You think he's weak...
Jukes.

Maybe you ought
to ask your pal Jukes

whether he's been
completely honest with you.

I ain't going
over his head, Joel...

'cause Jukes ain't weak.

He just likes to keep
his enemies closer than I do.

So...

what was your idea here, hmm?

Figured Jukes ain't got
his shit together,

you'll come after me?

We all kind of been thinking...

this whole thing that happened,
getting duped into a war...

We've been thinking...

it might be for the best.

You know,
when Burt came to me

with the idea...

I was confused.

Kill our own brothers...

didn't make sense.

But in my gut...

for all the horrible things
we had to do

to justify everything,
there was...

there was something
I really embraced

about blaming it
on you fucking cretins.

'Cause I...

I wanted war back then...

The same way
you want war now...

Which is why...

Johnson.

Hey, Burt.

You don't look a day older.

Only in my heart.

How's Alice?

She's grown.

Stays out at the swamp mostly.

I stop by, see her when I can.

She seems happy.

Gonna need to hit the river
with you boys today.

Check out
the other chapters...

Tell 'em all
what's doing these days.

Might even stop by
and say hi to Alice.

You could say hi to Alice.

How long you been around now?

Um... tell you the truth,

I'm not even sure anymore.

It's funny how that happens.

What brought you out here?

He's on the run.

- From what?
- Murder.

How do you like it?

Being a Phoenix?

It's good.

Good.
You should be proud.

They explain to you
what it means to be a Phoenix?

Yes, sir.

Told him we're the lifeblood.

Except now people
just see us as errand boys.

You're not running errands.

You're helping us thrive.

And you put
your time into that...

And I will give you everything

you've ever missed out on
in life.

What's up with the masks?

Trick or treat.

The vault, open it.

Move, move.

Vault's empty.

The vault's empty.

The vault's empty, Dottie.

Accountant,
why is the vault empty?

What the hell are
you three supposed to be?

Afraid we don't allow weapons
in this establishment.

Where is it?

- Wait, don't. Don't.
- Shit.

God damn it,
wherever the alarm is,

she about to sound it off.

We just have
to avoid the bar room.

We can get to
the back unnoticed.

Zombie, what did we
learn from the Archipelago?

Shit get hot,
you got to split up.

- Split up?
- Split up.

We got to split up, Dottie.

We're gonna talk
about this later.

Split up?

We're getting robbed.

- You're doing it wrong.
- Shut up.

No, Tina, honey, look.

I thought you didn't know
how to use the sliding kind.

This is the bolty kind.

Tina, take the home hall.
Cutesie, take the road hall.

Devil, take the long hall.
Butterfly, take the card hall.

Reaper, take the smoke hall.
Jonesie, take the bright hall.

And, Meredith...

You take 'em all.

Hey!

Aah!

You're blonde now?