Femme Fatales 02x12 Libra Original Air Date on August 10, 2012
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Give me 20 minutes, Detective.
Why am I still here? What am I, forensic evidence?
Well, he's definitely seen better days.
So you want to tell me what happened?
I ain't telling you shit.
Maybe you don't understand quite how this all works.
You see, you tell me everything I want to know...
or I feed you to Olesky's crew...
what's left of it...
piece by piece.
And I got to tell ya,
I ain't never seen nothing like this before.
Eddie Mars' head looks like a crushed watermelon.
Iggy Bacardi...
nobody's gonna miss this prick.
Judging by the burn marks, looks like he was electrocuted.
And our man over here, he's got a crushed trachea
and third-degree burns-- so what do you say?
Why don't we try this again, and this time,
you tell me everything?
Two nights ago, I was kicking back,
enjoying the view at Club Rouge...
Olesky's brothel on Harlowe and Lake.
Olesky wanted to see me about something,
but I had to wait until he finished.
Finished with what?
His all-you-can-eat buffet.
Yes!
Mmm, yeah!
Dimitri didn't like to drink, he didn't like to do drugs,
but he sure as hell liked to fuck.
Yeah.
And he liked to sample the merchandise,
especially when he had something to celebrate.
♪ ♪
Hello?
No.
I'm in a meeting right now.
Yeah. Yeah, call me later.
ever since Mr. Ryan got knocked off six months ago.
Don't you know who the hell I am?
Don't you know who I am?
I hear you like to hurt girls.
Since Ryan went down, all the bosses
have been jockeying for power in Cuesta Verde.
It's been a bloody war-- awfully bad for business.
Iggy Bacardi brokered a peace
and wanted Olesky to sit at the head of the table.
It didn't go down well with the other bosses,
especially Eddie Mars.
I know all that, Bailey.
What I don't know is why these three assholes
are lying here swimming in their own blood,
and you're the only jerk who's still got a pulse.
I was getting to that, Detective.
♪ ♪
So I was chilling with my good friend Vera,
Olesky's favorite girl
when he isn't using her as a punching bag,
when Chaka comes in and tells me Olesky's ready to see me.
Chaka?
You know him as laddie Sterling.
Yeah, we call him "Chaka" because he's short and hairy,
and he looks like that Neanderthal thing
that Clint Howard played in that old kids' TV show
The Land of the Lost--
you know, the one with the clay dinosaurs and shit?
You idiot...
that wasn't Clint Howard.
It just looked like him.
What kind of cop are you, anyhow?
Just keep talking.
Gotta love the Viagra.
Maxi.
How long we known each other, huh?
It's been a long time, huh?
Yeah.
Your papa and me ran numbers together
back then, huh? Right?
Yeah, that's the way I remember it, sir.
I feel like I could tell you anything,
like you're-- you're my son.
Now, I hope you feel the same way about me.
Well, no one can ever replace your pop,
God rest his soul,
but the fact is I looked out for you
ever since you got out of the slam.
Yeah, I know that.
And I appreciate it, Mr. Olesky.
Really, I do. Maybe, uh...
maybe I don't say it enough, but Lord knows I...
I don't know where I'd be without you.
Well, I'm glad to hear you say that...
because we got ourselves a problem...
A big problem.
Yeah, what's that?
We got a mole in the house...
a cocksucking police stooge.
You sure about that?
Yes. I'm sure.
My guy in C.V.P.D. confirmed it.
Mm-hmm.
You know who it is?
Yes, I do.
Who is it?
You.
♪ ♪
♪ I've got my eye on you ♪
♪ and a motive too ♪
♪ your fooling around's getting blood on my shoes ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ ooh oh oh-oh ♪
♪ oh oh ♪
♪ ooh oh oh-oh ♪
♪ I've set my sights on you ♪ ♪ I've set my sights on you ♪
♪ got an alibi too ♪
♪ so don't look around, I've got nothing to lose ♪
♪ ooh oh oh-oh ♪
♪ oh oh ♪
♪ ooh oh oh-oh ♪
♪ oh oh ♪
♪ ooh oh oh-oh ♪
♪ oh oh ♪
♪ ooh oh oh-oh ♪
It could be argued that there is a fine line
between fantasy and reality.
Dimitri "UZI" Olesky
just won his war against the Ryan mob.
Oh, and he paid a very heavy price to do it.
But all's fair in love and war,
and for now, he is the undisputed crime boss
of Cuesta Verde.
Ironically, boss Olesky will pay for his sins,
but retribution will come from a place he least expects it,
for in the end, the scales of justice
always tip one way or another.
Mrs. Felstein wasn't at her desk.
Sorry to just, uh, walk in on you like this.
That's because I sent her home early.
Close the door, please.
I wouldn't want to incriminate myself
in front of the assistant district attorney,
but Dimitri had me robbing one of his warehouses
down at the dock so I could file an insurance cl--
don't you have some work to do?
It can wait.
What's wrong?
You didn't say hello.
I want you.
♪ ♪
So hot.
I was--I was surprised you got that Socetti case dismissed.
Even Dimitri thought he was going downhill for that one...
especially after Homeland Security got involved.
Well, I had some help on that,
and Dimitri spread a lot of cash to make it go away.
Help, huh?
So Olesky does have a mole in Special Investigations.
Any idea who it is?
Not a clue.
Since when are you so nosy?
Anyway, it's a good thing he does.
I can't keep blowing big cases every week
without someone catching on.
You ever think...
what if you hadn't started taking bribes?
With Burke and Banyon dead,
you really could have amounted to something in this town.
Fuck you, darling.
I'll be something in this town because I can be bought.
They got off cheap with Burke,
but with me, they're gonna have to pay retail.
That's probably him. I'm not gonna get it.
Hello?
It's for you.
Hey, Maxi, enough fun--
get your fucking ass back over here right now,
you hear me?
Yes, sir.
I'm on my way.
So he knows about us, huh?
He knows about everything, Max.
He's like God with a gun.
You sure you have to leave?
I was just getting warmed up.
Boss says, "jump," I say, "how high?"
Swing by the house tonight,
and we can finish what we started.
Sure...
If I don't get hung up.
Get up!
Get the fuck up!
Come on, move! Move!
Ooh!
You're a dead man, Max! You just don't know it yet!
So you're telling me you're an undercover cop?
No, not a cop--
just a highly motivated civilian.
I reached out to Sergeant Terello
about ten months ago.
He'll confirm that I've been working
with the C.V.P.D. ever since.
I ain't confirming nothing with nobody
until you start answering my questions--
all my questions.
Fine.
So I was running out of there
as quick as my legs could carry me.
It wasn't easy with a bullet in my thigh.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
I'm out.
I'm out too.
Looks like this is the end of the road for you, Maxi.
♪ Maxi, come out to play ♪
Who the fuck are you?
Were you expecting someone else?
- Aah! - Oh!
Aah!
Ha!
Haya!
- Ya! - Ha!
Ha!
- Ha! - Aah! Ha!
Aah!
Hey.
Hey. They're gone.
How are you?
You okay? Hey, stay with me.
Stay with me. Hey.
Focus. Look at me. Look at me.
Hey, don't move.
I need to dress your wound.
Aah!
Oh, my God. Man up, pretty boy.
You know, you're lucky to be alive.
Luck had nothing to do with it.
You did...
unless I'm dead, and this is all some sort of dream.
See? No dream.
You're telling me some chick named Libra
dressed in black spandex, wearing a Halloween mask,
saved your ass, took you back to her secret hideout,
like some kind of comic-book superhero?
It wasn't spandex. It was leather.
And she is a comic-book superhero.
At least she thinks she is.
Well, please, don't let me interrupt. Continue.
Where am I, lady?
The name's not "lady."
It's Libra.
Okay, nice to meet you, um...
Libra.
My name is m--
- Max Bailey-- I know.
I've had Olesky's place under surveillance for weeks.
- Are you a cop? - You never know.
But mostly just a concerned citizen...
same as you.
That's the first time anyone's ever called me that.
Your father worked for Olesky.
They were partners until Olesky cut him out of the business.
When your father started to talk,
Olesky had him killed.
You want revenge...
just like I do.
But instead of wearing a mask...
you're helping the police.
You're looking for Olesky's mole
in Special Investigations.
Yeah, do you know who that is?
Not yet.
Look, I need to report in.
Tomorrow night Olesky's having a sit-down
with the other bosses.
That's right.
I plan on being there.
Who are you?
I mean, nobody names their kid "Libra."
We're on the same team, Max.
We just wear different uniforms.
Do I frighten you?
Isn't that the idea?
There's a reason you should be frightened of me.
Before, I was just a woman.
But gangsters aren't scared by women.
They use them, exploit them,
manipulate them.
But Libra...
she's a symbol...
someone...
that they can't bribe...
scare...
or fuck.
And the scales of justice
always tip in Libra's favor.
But right now...
I'm not Libra.
I'm just a woman.
You're beautiful.
Thank you, Max Bailey.
So what do you know about Libras?
Hmm?
- Ask me later. - Uh-huh.
- I'm still learning. - Yeah?
Well, for one...
we loathe cruelty,
viciousness, and vulgarity,
but we believe in compassion and compromise.
Doesn't sound like you.
You know...
what else?
We like to be touched.
Oh.
That leg isn't gonna give you trouble, now, is it?
- No, I'll manage. - That's what I thought.
You are so...
beautiful.
♪ I got tough skin ♪
♪ my heart has been burned and broken ♪
♪ but this last dance ♪
♪ has made me give up hoping ♪
Mmm?
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
I want Max Bailey dead.
I want the girl... dead.
And I want anyone who even talks to them dead!
It took a lot of blood.
It took a lot of treasure to get Bacardi to back me in this war,
and you let them get away,
slip through your fucking fingers.
Do I make myself clear?
Good.
Hey!
Everyone out...
now.
Eddie Mars wanted me dead...
for putting you at the head of the table.
And now I find out you had a police mole
running around as part of your crew?
It was Frank Bailey's son.
I had no reason not to trust him.
You cut his father out of your business,
then had him killed.
What did you expect--
the guy's undying fucking gratitude?
The Ryans...
they understood the importance of peace.
I'm beginning to wonder if you do.
I promise you...
we will find Max, and we will kill him.
He shacks up with the assistant D.A.
She's on my payroll.
If you can't silence this pest...
the rest of the families...
will silence you.
Capisce.
Yeah.
Thanks for the drink. We'll see you tomorrow night.
My name is Libra, and these streets are mine.
Where the hell am I?
Cuesta Verde hospital.
How the hell did I get here?
Someone dropped you off on the curb
outside the emergency room.
You had a nasty gunshot wound in your leg.
Where the hell are my clothes?
Over there.
You can't leave. You--
No, I can't stay.
There's somewhere I have to be.
Here...
you can have that.
"Libra"?
She's a comic-book character
who gets revenge on people who screwed her over.
Something tells me you might enjoy it.
You have no idea.
Good luck.
You thought I wouldn't know where you were going?
You shouldn't be here.
Neither should you.
Being anywhere near Olesky right now is a very bad idea.
Yeah, and you need to let me be.
Let me take him down.
Are you trying to get yourself killed?
You try and get in there, and you're dead.
Libra is a fictional comic-book character.
Somehow I don't think the author based his stories
on your real-life exploits.
You're not Libra.
He let my mother die.
Some kidnappers took her for some easy score.
They tried to ransom her back.
$5 million-- they wanted $5 million...
Pocket change for my father.
He told 'em to go fuck themselves,
refused to pay a dime.
Cops found her a couple days later,
raped and mutilated.
We had to have a closed casket.
He didn't even come to the funeral--
too busy fucking one of his whores.
- Oh, God! - Oh!
You're Anya Olesky?
No.
I'm Libra,
and these streets are mine.
And tonight Dimitri Olesky will pay
for the blood that he has spilled.
Okay, I quit.
I can't beat you.
But I can take everyone else.
Not that... anyone's coming after me.
I mean, families are off-limits.
What?
Eddie Mars, Leland Ryan-- he's got a daughter too.
You are not safe.
No one's safe.
I know you don't want to be here, Kitaro.
But this won't last forever, I promise.
I know you want to go back to your family.
I'm gonna talk to my father.
He's a reasonable man.
He'll let you go home one day.
No. He'll never let me go.
Your father...
is a monster.
You think he tried to save your mother?
He did. He did everything that he could.
He did nothing.
Ah!
He let those men kill her.
He wanted her dead.
Kick it!
I'm sorry I have to tell you that.
I'm sorry, Anya.
Evidence of his complicity
in murders, robberies, and extortion--
enough to put him away for ten lifetimes.
I don't understand why you would want to put
your own father behind bars.
Because he let her die.
And now I am gonna let him rot in prison forever.
I'm glad you came to me first with this.
I'd like you to speak to one of my associates.
Thank you, Miss Swanson. If you'll please step outside...
- This is my office. - Now.
I am so sorry, Anya.
You could have done something!
You could have saved her!
And then you lied to me!
You told me that you paid them,
and you didn't pay them a goddamn dime!
What do you mean you're not fucking paying me?
Why, Daddy?
Because, my darling daughter,
I was so very bored of the bitch.
Oh, fuck you!
What are you doing?
Why are you protecting him after everything
he has done to you and your family?
Live to fight another day.
It's time, my darling daughter,
you had a nice, long rest.
Hey, Andy.
What you readin'?
Oh, hey. Just a comic book.
Pretty geeky stuff, huh? No, I like comic books.
My father threw all mine away.
An oldie but a goodie.
"Libra."
It's an obscure comic from the '80s.
Only ran a few issues, 'cause it was so violent.
I think Tipper Gore got pretty pissed off about it
back in the day.
Won it on a snipe bid in the last three seconds on eBay.
- It's pretty cool. - Yeah.
Bet it's worth something.
Overstreet Price Guide has it valued
at over 100 bucks in mint condition.
- Looks good. - Totally.
It's a story about a girl who seeks revenge
from her family being murdered.
She comes back as this vigilante--Libra.
She even has a catchphrase.
"These streets are mine."
You want it?
- I don't have $100. - On the house.
Really?
Thanks, Andy.
Hey, how come you're always so nice to me?
Because you're not supposed to be here.
You better take this.
Okay.
Whoa!
What do we have here?
Oh, comic books.
Very harmful to the psyche, Miss Olesky.
They seduce the innocent.
Our upcoming therapy session should...
Oh...
rid you of any malicious tendencies.
I don't need shock therapy.
My father wants me dead.
And you're on his payroll,
just like this whole fucking town.
That is crazy, my dear.
Your father does not want you dead.
He loves you.
He just wants you to forget.
He asked you to lobotomize me.
We don't...
like to use that word.
But...
clinically, I, uh...
Mmm, mmm...
guess it's accurate.
Fuck you!
Language, my dear. Language.
Here...
promise me you'll have a good read.
You're fucking crazy.
"The play's the thing
wherein I'll catch conscience of the King."
Shakespeare, Hamlet, act two.
We are going to take this to Broadway.
Shakespeare Undressed.
Mmm, and then...
"I'd like to thank the Academy.
"It is such an honor to accept this award
"on behalf of everyone involved in Shakespeare Undressed.
"I am especially indebted to sir Patrick Stewart
"for his guidance and his support.
Thank you."
Rise and shine, pretty baby!
What's shakin', honey cakes?
Fuck off.
Language. We need to get dressed, like, pronto-rooni.
For what?
The awards are today. We're both nominated.
I shouldn't be here.
My father just sent me here to shut me up.
And? A little electric shock never hurt anybody...
except this one girl I knew.
She fried in a bathtub.
Ew.
They're gonna lobotomize me.
Bummer for you!
Lights out, Anya.
Hey, I'm reading Libra.
Yeah? What do you think?
It's great.
All these other comic-book superheroes
that get dosed by gamma rays
or bitten by radioactive spiders are silly,
but Libra...
she doesn't even have any special powers.
She has complete self-reliance.
And a bitchin' costume.
You know,
that's the great thing about comic books.
Anything's possible.
Sometimes anything is possible.
Libra rules.
Comics aren't just for kids anymore, Andy.
I could get fired for this.
No.
No one will know.
And even if I did say something,
no one would believe me in here,
'cause everyone thinks I'm crazy...
everyone but you.
♪ ♪
Oh, yes!
Yeah...
Oh, Anya.
Mm, yes...
Oh, yeah.
Oh. Oh, Anya.
Oh, Anya... Oh, Anya...
Anya... Shh.
My name is Libra.
My name is Libra!
Oh, yeah! Say my name.
Libra. Libra.
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, that's it. - Libra.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah!
What's wrong?
I don't even know if I'm gonna remember your name tomorrow.
That crazy bastard is gonna fry my brains.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
What can you do?
Everyone in here worships him.
It's like Shawshank.
You can't save me, Andy.
No one can.
Yes, I can,
and I'm gonna get you out of here...
tonight.
I'm not gonna let Dr. Duryea experiment on you.
Take my keys.
Pretend you hit me over the head.
I'll tell the guards you escaped.
I'm the only one on duty.
Really?
What if you get in trouble? I'll be all right.
For so long, I've just looked the other way.
Tonight...
It's gonna stop.
I'm gonna do it for you.
I'm gonna do it for me.
You killed him.
Good.
I can't wait to see what they say
about that tomorrow on Hollywood Now.
I'll be a bigger story than that tramp Lacey Rivers.
Come on. Let's vamoose, silly goose.
Yah!
Crazy bitch!
Argh!
You need to get me a phone, so I can call for help.
You can't go in there alone.
These streets...
they're mine too.
Come here.
She killed them all...
one by one.
- Aah! - No mercy.
Eddie Mars, Bacardi...
But she saved the best...
- For last. - Anya.
My name...
is Libra.
- Anya, no! - Ha!
Oh!
By the time I got in the room,
the massacre was over.
I found Libra standing over Olesky's dead body.
She tied me up,
and she left me here so I wouldn't follow her.
That's quite a story.
What do you say we do, uh...
Green Eggs and Ham for an encore?
I'm kind of fond of Dr. Seuss.
Every word of it is true, Detective.
You know what I think is true?
I think there ain't no mole
and you made this whole story up to cover your own ass.
Either that, or you are crooked.
If you think that,
you're dumber than you look,
'cause I not only have all of Olesky's records--
money laundering operations, extortion,
gambling, prostitution, the works--
but I also have a list of everybody on Olesky's payroll,
including his mole in C.V.P.D.
So where is this magic list?
On a jump drive in my back pocket.
Well, that certainly makes things convenient.
Wouldn't want that list to get in the wrong hands.
What are you talking about?
Where's the real data?
You talk to me, and maybe I won't kill you.
Yeah, I find that hard to believe, Detective.
You're awfully cocky
for somebody who's about to become a corpse.
So tell me, how did you figure out it was me?
I didn't...
until now.
Dimitri has someone on the inside in the C.V.P.D.
- You think they know about me? - I don't think so.
Good.
That prick is trying to consolidate power
in Cuesta Verde.
And it's up to me to stop him.
I'm gonna make him pay for what he did to my father...
and for what he did to you.
See, I knew there was a mole
in Special Investigations.
I just didn't know who it was until you just told me.
You think you're so clever.
Well, tell me, why is it you're the one who's tied up,
and I'm the one who's holding the gun?
Well, that may be true,
but there is one thing that you did not count on.
I told you.
Libra, I presume.
These streets are mine!
Well, you got your revenge.
I guess we both did.
Now what?
It's not about us anymore.
There's a lot of people suffering in Cuesta Verde...
people who have no one to help them.
Cuesta Verde needs a symbol.
A champion for the oppressed.
You know anyone for the job?
I might.
That was a rhetorical question.
I can't do this all by myself.
I need a Robin.
"A Robin"?
Your very own boy wonder? I don't think so.
Ah, come on. You'd look hot in tights.
We'll see, Anya.
The name's Libra,
and these streets are mine.
We all wear masks--
sometimes for fun
and other times for disguise or protection.
Some masks are steel. Some are satin.
Some are silk, and some are leather.
They're the faces of a stranger,
but we love to try them on.
Hopefully, you'll find one that is a perfect fit.
Anya Olesky did.
♪ She carries weight upon her shoulders ♪
♪ ♪
♪ sometimes she feels she might collapse ♪
♪ ♪
♪ and lately it's been getting harder ♪
♪ to live her life behind the mask ♪
♪ she says she feels like she's breaking ♪
♪ just like a fragile piece of glass ♪
♪ so if she reaches up, just hold her ♪
♪ and ease the pain behind the mask ♪
♪ oh, you swallowed your pride day after day ♪
♪ and it feels like a part of you ♪
♪ is tremblin', tremblin' ♪
♪ best move ahead, do what's expected ♪
♪ and then do a little bit, little bit, little bit ♪
♪ ooh ♪
♪ ♪
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Kill, Ubu, kill.
Good fish.