Surprised nobody else has gotten to you yet,
you being a big-time CEO and all.
Half the executives at Cabalera have been taken out.
And yet... I find you jogging through your neighborhood
like nothing's ever happened.
Your name and your address all over the internet, man.
You're on the list.
Did you miss that?
You know, I did my research.
It was you, your company that marked up
my cancer medication by over 15,000%
That is exactly why Medigate even happened.
And you know, I thought about it. I thought about paying you,
what you would, what you would charge me for my treatment.
I thought about bankrupting myself, my family, I did.
I'm Stage Four.
Okay.
Since everybody else is doing it...
this felt like the most satisfying option.
Welcome back to Left, Right and Reasonable,
America's most trusted radio broadcast.
If you're just tuning in, we are talking Medigate,
which is, I'm sure you know by now, an information leak
that contains thousands of documents proving collusion
between our government and pharmaceutical and medical insurance companies.
But more importantly, it proves that
they are making billions of dollars while millions
of Americans die as a direct result of their greed.
So now you have a bunch of angry Americans taking the law
into their own hands and assassinating people on that list
because they see them as murderers.
It's happened in 15 different states, and just yesterday
there was another grisly murder in Michigan
that has Medigate written all over it.
No, hold on, it's beyond grisly.
This guy is a father of three,
and he chopped a man up with a chainsaw.
Oh, and by the way, the media coverage seems to glorify
his motives instead of condemning them,
which they have done for almost all of the Medigate murders.
Well, rich people are killing people
and other people are killing those rich people.
It seems like eye for an eye, Old Testament justice.
- Eye for an eye?
What's the difference between killing somebody by denying them health care
and shooting them dead in the street? The headline, that's it.
Jerry, you're normalizing this.
I mean, we're talking about the death penalty without
a judge or a jury. Whatever happened to due process?
You want to ask me what happened to due process?
I want to ask you, what happened to the middle class?
I mean, they've polled average Americans, conservatives,
liberals, atheists, religious groups, there is no consensus...
Honey, I don't think you should go back
to Washington for a few weeks.
This is starting to get scary.
Molly, 15 minutes.
Yeah, I-- Shut up, yeah, I said, I saw it.
God, you worry about everything.
If you're so worried about it, upgrade your security.
I just had a new system installed here.
It's bad-ass.
You know what? Molly is giving me that same line.
Listen, I wasn't worried,
but I am certainly not playing any games.
Paul.
Paul, Paul, calm down, man.
You're going to give yourself another heart attack.
And then I got to come down and eulogize you
to a room full of empty chairs and explain to your
brain-dead kids, who will likely be on their phones
the entire time, that their father
is a panicky little bitch.
Yeah, you're scared, I get it.
We're all on the list, but half these fuckers
are inner-city Section Eight tweekers on a bender,
and Uber doesn't make drops out here.
So will you fucking relax?
Paul, stop.
Listen, rather than calling me every three hours,
why don't you go get a gun?
Put it under your pillow. Or get a rottweiler, I don't give a shit.
But you're a senior executive,
so whatever you do, fucking execute.
Michael, what was that?
Is everything okay?
There is no consensus.
Even with the political parties, it's a hung jury.
Sorry for your loss.
- Who's she? - Go get her.
And you, would you quit with the fucking ammonia already?
Did you get shot? No, we've been through this.
Their DNA is fine, your DNA is bad, okay?
Now, where's the safe? Thompson, where's the safe?
Come on, come on, wake up, let's go.
911, what's your emergency?
I need help.
I need help, there's people in my house.
What is your location, ma'am?
Ma'am, I'm going to need you to calm down.
-What is your location, ma'am? -334 Briarwood Court.
What the hell?
-I thought there'd be money here. - Is that blood?
Please, please hurry, you need to send somebody.
They're downstairs.
You shouldn't have done that.
Now what am I going to--
What--
Shit, all right, you deal with this.
Fuck!
I'm sorry.
What's the holdup?
Hey, what happened?
I don't know.
She, uh, she came at me, and...
she fell and...
she hit her head.
Jesus.
Hey.
Hey, it's okay.
This was an accident.
It's not your fault, okay?
Look, there's nothing we can do about it.
She called the cops.
-She called the cops? - She called the cops?
Let's go, put your masks on!
-We got to go. -We got to go.
Put your masks on.