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Damn it, Harold.

You didn't bring them.

No, I didn't.
You don't need any more guns.

I don't need more guns.
I need those guns.

You know,

we're 350 miles
from the nearest golf course.

I'm not sure
what this is all about.

I don't have the luxury

of pretending I'm someone
other than who I actually am.

Good one.

So, are we gonna argue now

before you eventually agree
to get me what I need?

Johnny, do you have any idea
how dangerous it is

-for me to even be here?
-I guess so.

You are fighting a war

your country
has ordered you not to fight.

And within that war,

you've taken sides
with one of our enemies.

He's fighting
against our enemies.

How do you figure
that makes him our enemy?

He's not fighting it
the way we want it fought.

He's not gonna win the fight
the way he's fighting it.

And he's making the guys

who are going to win it
weaker for having

-to fend him off.
-None of that matters.

None of it matters?

There's no one else out here,

is there?

This is where
the decisions get made, okay?

It's just you and me.

Regardless of what Langley
wants you to think,

you know I'm right.

You know I'm right.

He's smarter
than you and me put together.

All he wants is for his people
to live their lives

without getting raped
and murdered

by Russian teenagers.

In a war where it's getting
increasingly difficult

to tell the good guys
from the bad guys,

I'm telling you.

This guy is the good guy.

That's what matters.

That's all that matters.

The United States government,

its entire
intelligence apparatus,

all her regional allies

and all their
intelligence apparatuses--

they're all wrong
about this guy.

And you're right?

Yes, exactly.

So, can I have my rifles now,
please?

How'd the Knicks end up doing?

Haven't seen a sports page
in three months,

but got the feeling like
maybe it was turning around.

You know it's going to be me,
right?

When the wrong people find out

what it is
you're doing out there

and they want for there
to be no you anymore...

...I'm the one
they're gonna order to do it.

How we looking, Waters?

All right, let's set up a...

set up a grid, all right?

My operation's been shut down.

You don't say.

Red Notice
was published last night.

Warrants are being issued
as we speak.

It's a law enforcement
issue now.

A task force will be formed
out of your office

to organize a manhunt.

I will be assigned
to that task force to consult.

With your permission then, sir,

there is one question
from last night

-I'd like to start working on.
-What's that?

Well, there was a point

where he'd lost my guys.

He could have just disappeared,

but instead, he came back

to do all this.

I'm wondering why.

Maybe he wanted to make it messy

so we'd have to play
by the rules.

Or maybe he wanted
to make it messy, sir,

so that you would be

the one in charge
of the rules we play by.

Sir, it is hard for me
to see what I saw last night

and not suspect
that this situation

is personal to you

in ways that may be detrimental
to the mission.

You get to be my age
in this business,

and one way or another,
you'll have something personal

with just about everyone.

- Where you going?
- Can't have gotten far.

I'm gonna find him.

Hey, Em. It's your dad again.

I know you're not a child.

And I know that there are things

that are gonna
have to change now.

Who we are to each other.

Hell, who I am to the world.

And it has to change so quickly.

It used to be easy.

Easy to step out of one role
and into another.

It was second nature to me.

It's just that...

I really thought that
this was gonna be the last role

I'd ever have to play.

Being your dad.

Starting again,

it seems so much harder
than I remember.

I know you've got questions,

questions you want answers to.

I know it seems
like I'm shutting you out.

I know it seems

like this is the end of us.

It isn't.

I've discarded Dan Chase

and everything
that ties me to him.

I'm leaving it all behind.
But the answers that you want

and the solutions that I need,

they're in L. A.,

and I'm not gonna make it
all the way out there

in this shape.

I need to...

I need to find a quiet place.

I need to take a little time.

I need someplace
that isn't connected

to anyone or anything
that I'm supposed to be.

I need to heal up.

I got to remember
what it takes to be someone new.

I'll call you when I can.

I love you, kiddo.

Can I help you?

Hi. I'm, uh,

I'm just making sure
you have everything you need.

Oh, all set.

Great. Great. I'm Zoe.

Peter. Caldwell.

You okay?

Yeah, for sure.

Uh, uh, who are you, now?

I-I'm Zoe.

I live here.

-You live here.
-I do.

I see.
I was under the impression

that the owner wasn't on-site.

What gave you that impression?

Well, the contact number
on the listing

- was a 412 area code.
- Right.

That would be my ex-husband.

He... The property
still belongs to him.

-Oh, all right.
-I hope that's not a problem.

Uh...

no, no.

Are you sure you're all right?

Oh, this?

Yeah. Oh, I'm fine.

You should see the other guy.

No, a fender bender.

You know, I'm heading west.

I sold my house.

Bought a place in Montana.

I thought
I'd take a couple of days,

you know, see the country.

And, uh, second day out,

couple of teenagers,
they run a red light.

Well, if you...

if you need anything at all,
don't hesitate to ask.

I see you have a dog.

I do. Yeah, I do.

-Is that a problem?
-The listing
should have said no dogs.

Oh, did it?

-I...
-The listing
definitely said no dogs.

Oh, I see.

That's it.

I'm sorry, I-I don't...
I don't think this is

-gonna work out.
-Oh, they're
exceptionally well-behaved dogs.

I'm sure they are. But it...
My ex-husband and I, he...

I just... I just can't have them
eating his sofa,

and then he, uh, thinks
that I let them do it. I just...

-I can't have that
in my life right now.
-I can make

a security deposit
if that would help.

-In cash. Help.
-I'm so sorry. I, uh...

I'm sorry.

It was nice meeting you.

Good luck.

You're not gonna believe this.

-Office or home, sir?
-Neither.

I got to go see a friend.

Just a moment.

The light's perfect right now.

The New York Times called today

to read me my obituary.

A very nice girl named Janine
read it to me.

I quite enjoyed it.

Like peeking
through the curtains

into some forbidden room.

I'll bet.

What did she say?

I don't really remember.

Mm, the things you'd expect.

It wasn't what she said
so much as...

how she said it.

But how nice it will be,

in those final moments
as the light is dying,

knowing what everyone will read
in the paper

the morning after

and knowing it will be good.

Faraz Hamzad is back.

I know.

Yeah, I thought you might.

And I was hoping
that maybe you'd know why.

Does it matter?

Well, I think it matters.

For 30 years, uh...

No one could've cared less

about him or what he wanted.

Now he's asking for help
settling some 30-year grudge,

and some fool
has agreed to provide it.

He can ask
for anything he likes,

anything at all,
and he's gonna get it.

Why?

From the moment
Johnny betrayed him,

one imagines

he was consumed with two things
and two things only:

imagining revenge

and acquiring
the means to make it real.

Opium. Guns. K and R.
Influence.

He had no problem
acquiring means.

It was just a matter of time

before he figured out
how to apply it.

Who knows what leverage he holds
over whom and how,

but in this moment,

he's using it
for all it's worth,

and it's working.

I loved you and Johnny both

as I would sons.

I warned you both
that the choices you were making

would have consequences.

And I watched as you did
whatever the hell you wanted,

as sons will.

Him leaving the Agency
to be Lawrence of Arabia

and you leaving it
to be a policeman.

The only surprise

is that it took so damn long

for any of this
to catch up to you.

I spoke to him.

Spoke to who?

Johnny. I called him.

And I tried to help him escape.

-When did you do...
-Just before he was
about to get caught. Last night.

-Why would you...
-Because in the process
of pulling out his fingernails,

maybe Faraz Hamzad learns

that Johnny had some help
screwing him over.

And then all kinds of stories

crawl out into the light.

And then maybe the next name

on Faraz Hamzad's revenge list

is mine.

This thing has been buried
in the ground for 30 years.

I wanted it to stay there.

Well, you should've
called me first.

What, you would've told me
not to call him?

I would've told you that
Johnny doesn't fucking listen

no matter how much sense
you think you're making.

And I might have told you
that there are better ways

of keeping things buried
in the ground

than trying

to wish them away.

Is that what I think it is?

One day,

a nice young lady
from The New York Times

is going to call you.

And she'll pull back
the curtains,

and I hope you see
that all the work you've done,

all the things you've built--
they mattered.

They're appreciated.
They'll survive.

I hope you'll see tears

and reverence and love.

Believe me when I tell you
that moment

is what every moment
that preceded it

has been for.

What you don't want to see
is doubt.

Ill regard.

Gossip and indictments

and your wife's shame

and your grandson's confusion

about what kind of man
his grandfather truly was.

Do what you must

to protect that moment.

Do anything you must.

If I even touch
that piece of paper

and anyone ever finds out,

I have a pretty good guess

what the headline
on my obituary will be.

And it's not gonna be good.

The light's perfect.

Would that it might
stay that way forever.

Why are you doing this?

Well, I saw
what you were about to eat.

Somebody needed to do this.

Besides, I've got time to kill
before the tow truck comes.

-And I really...
I really enjoy, uh...
-No, I meant...

I meant "why are you doing this"

in a "I hope you don't think
it's gonna change my mind

about the rental" kind of way.

Well,

try this
and then let's talk, hmm?

You look like you know what
you're doing.

I-I used to do it more.

You know, cook.

-Before my son went to college.
-Mm.

I don't-I don't
miss the stress of it.

I mean, I know some people
find it relaxing,

but all I ever felt

was the fear of burning things.

Well,

maybe whoever
taught you to do it

skipped a few steps, hmm?

Could be.
Who taught you?

Oh, this guy I served with.

You were in the army?

Yeah.
A long time ago. He was a local.

Uh, very... very well-respected.

And he took his kitchen
very seriously.

I... I found that rather odd.

I talked to him about it.

And he told me this story
that he was told as a young boy

about this wise old man
and his garden.

This, uh...

This wise old man,

he never spoke.

And, uh,
it wasn't because he couldn't

or because he had
nothing to say.

It was because he believed

that language deceived.

That by its very nature,
it clouded the truth, so

it made the world
harder to know.

And, uh, this...

This wise old man, he believed

that the truth...

...the truth
lived only in silence.

Communicated by other means.

That the food he prepared
from his garden,

that conveyed, you know,
his affection,

his gratitude

or his indifference...

...far better than any words
could convey.

And it was said
that this wise old man...

He could change minds
in that way.

He could

soften the hardest of hearts...

...without ever saying...

...one word.

Am I getting anywhere?

When I was a kid...

...and I was having a moment...

...my mom
used to drop everything

and just make me scrambled eggs.

Hey.

I don't know why it worked,
but it did.

Maybe you're onto something.

Tell me more about the dogs.

Oh, they're sweethearts. Yeah.

They've been sitting
absolutely still for 20 minutes.

Is that because they
listen really well

or because they're
giving each other ideas?

Oh, well,
they're exceptional listeners.

I asked them to sit.
They're sitting.

And if you ask them
not to eat the guest house,

would they listen to that, too?

Uh, you seem very uncomfortable
with all this,

- and, you know, I...
Truly, I understand.

I don't want to...

Oh, look, there's the tow truck.

I don't want to cause you any
trouble or make you regret this.

It's been nice to meet you.
Wonderful to cook for you.

Two months' rent.

As security.

Oh, no, we're...

-Well, are you sure?
-In cash.

And you'll cook
three nights a week.

Groceries are on your dime.

If you can live with that,
I can live with this.

Deal.

Ow.

Oh.

We're okay.

Well, we're gonna be okay
for a little while.

FBI Directorate of Intelligence.

This is an unsecured line.
How may I direct your call?

I'm fine, guys.

As you were.

Whose birthday?

Joe's.

If it's your birthday,
why aren't you having cake?

Well, I don't like cake.

Or celebrating at work.

Or birthdays.

Okay.

So, what are we doing here?

Well, everyone else
likes those things.

Okay.

Uh, we should get you
up to speed on this.

-Uh, is now a good time?
-Sure thing.

Just give me a minute
to settle in.

-How you holding up, kiddo?
-I'm okay.
What are you doing here?

You don't sound so okay.

I'm not okay.

It's only been a few weeks.

Are you okay?

No.

It's wrong for them to have
brought you in like this.

I mean,
Cheryl needs you at home.

Henry needs you at home.

You need you at home.

Joe has everything
under control here.

Thank you. I mean it.

Right now,
I've been asked in to do my job,

so I'm just trying to focus
on doing my job.

Come on in, Joe.

What do you got?

Well, been working
on these aliases,

-but there's not a whole hell
of a lot to go on.
-Aliases?

- Yeah.
- What aliases?

From the subject, our guy Chase.

- Where'd we get aliases from?
- From the Agency.

Somehow they managed
to harvest six names.

And if we
can positively ID them,

then we can start surveillance
on bank accounts, residences

and make it hard
for this guy to function.

Wait, I thought you were on
the ground when this went down.

-How did you not know
we had this?
-The guy in charge

when I got there. Uh, Waters.

Apparently,
he didn't want me to know.

-Why would he
keep that from you?
-Who knows.

Keep pushing everyone on this.

And copy me
on all the raw data you pull in.

I should have my eyes
on everything, as well.

And...

Uh, do me a favor.
Close the door.

I've got another name
that we have to track down,

but I want you guys to do it.

-No one else.
-Okay. What's the name?

I don't know.

Dan Chase has a daughter.

I don't know anything about her,
but I know she exists.

And I know if I can find her,

I can get control of him.

Well, if you don't know anything
about her, how do you know

-that she exists?
-I know him.

Knew him, at least.

We served together.

Jesus. So that's
why they called you in.

Yeah.

It was a long time ago,

but yeah, I have some skin
in the game on this one,

so I want to see it through.

Okay.

I'm on it.

And, kiddo.

You don't
have to worry about me.

Well, I'm gonna.

Peter?

-Hi there.
-Hi.

Is it my night to cook?

No. Uh, no. Um, I just...

I feel like I need
to ask you something.

Oh, okay.

I'd like you
to have dinner with me.

Oh.

I-I'm confused now.

It is my night to cook?

No, no.

No, I-I'm-I'm...
Dinner.

O-Out. With me.

Oh.

Okay, sure. Why not.

Dad.

Yeah.

- Dad.
- Yeah.

- I know.
- I mean...

Look, if I say no,

then maybe she starts
getting suspicious

why I won't be seen in public.

- Dad.
- Look, I don't know.

She asked. I said yes.

It just, uh, it just came out.

What do you want me to tell you?
I'll be okay, okay?

Your server
will be right with you.

- Thank you.
- I know what I'm doing.

Well, that's attractive.

Uh... Why don't I
just put that back.

We can pretend
that never happened.

Let's see what you got.

Um...

Acid reflux.

Ah, acid reflux.

Uh, statin?

-You got anything I don't have?
-Uh... phosphatidylserine.

-You got any phosphatidylserine?
-What does that do?

Oh, it prevents
cognitive decline.

Probably doesn't do that,
you know.

Yeah, you're probably right.

But my wife, she, uh...
she died of Huntington's disease

after six years
of severe dementia,

so I'm erring
on the side of caution.

And here I thought
this would be awkward.

What, you've never started
a first date

with an ailment contest before?

No, I cannot say that I have.

How long has it been for you?

You know,
since your last first date.

George Bush, thereabouts.

Oh. Well, which one?

Read my lips.

Oh, that's... Ha, ha.

That's a long time ago.

Yeah, I'm just now realizing
just how long.

How about you?

Oh, a bit longer than that.

My wife, actually.

How long has it been
since she passed away?

Oh, little over five years.

Yeah, we were, um...

We were married for 21 years,

but...

I knew she was the one
long before that.

It was too complicated
to act on it,

but the minute I saw her,

I knew she was the one.

How long has it been
since your divorce?

About the same as you.

-Five years.
-Hmm.

What happened?

I mean, we don't
have to talk about that.

No, no, no, it's fine.

He...

Is it strange
that you have an easier time

talking about
your wife passing away

-than I do about
my husband leaving me?
-No.

No, it's not.

No, it's not, is it?

Uh...

Well, we-we married in our 20s,
and, you know, it made sense.

Um, we...

I supported him however I could.

Enjoyed his company,
he enjoyed mine.

We picked up slack.

We hosted and fought

and apologized, and...

-laughed and compromised.
-Mm-hmm.

-And had a son.
-Mm-hmm.

Loved him, cared for him, and...

We had a life, you know.
We worked at it.

And it-it made sense until
one day I woke up and it didn't.

And then there was a woman...

much younger than me.

And then it was over.

And my house got very,
very quiet.

Oh. You didn't deserve that.

Thank you.

I mean it.

Oh?

You sure about that?

Yes, I am.

Then let me tell you the story
a different way.

When we got married in our 20s,
it made sense to everyone.

I was pretty sure
it made sense to me, too.

We enjoyed each other's company.

We had a life.

Until one day, I woke up,
and I couldn't breathe.

I dragged myself to the mirror,
and I...

I recognized the eyes
but not the face.

It wasn't my face.

It was my mother's face, or...

a stranger's face.

Nothing made any sense.

So, I got the courage
to talk to my husband,

and I said,
"Something is very wrong,

I am living the wrong life."

But I wanted to fix it somehow.

I wanted to fix it with him.

I wanted to live the right life
with him.

And he agreed,

and he sacrificed,
and he supported,

and he picked up slack,
and he compromised, and...

...I didn't get any happier.

But I tried.

I tried.

I tried.

So, eventually,
he couldn't sacrifice anymore.

Eventually,
he found a life that made sense

with a woman who,

when she tried to get happy,

she succeeded.

And the happier he got with her,

the more and more resentful
he got towards me,

and...

spiteful.

And my life got really,
really quiet.

Why would you tell the story
that way?

I tell it to myself both ways.

Honest to God, I don't know
which one is the truth.

I don't, uh,

I don't think
what happened was your fault.

-Well...
-Oh, you can't control
how you feel, you know?

You're not the villain here.

I hope that's true.

I think that's true.

But here's what I do know.

Nobody ever sees themselves
as playing that role.

Right?

But there they are.

There's a villain
in every story.

Maybe that's why.

Maybe the only one
who can play that role

is the one
who can't see it happening.

Sorry. Was that too much?

- Can I get you
a wine list?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm-I'm Ray Waters.

Your CIA liaison,

though no one seems
particularly excited

about liaising with me.

It's almost as if someone
instructed them not to.

Any idea who that might've been?

Yeah, that was me.

All right, then.

You're upset that I've been less
than forthcoming with your boss.

May I ask why?

Well, he hired me
out of Quantico,

launched my career, taught me
almost everything I know,

protected me when
it was dangerous for him to.

Should I go on?

No, there's no daylight
between the two of you.

I can see that.

I assume he's told you
all about Faraz Hamzad, then.

He hasn't?

Well, then,
that's-that's interesting.

I made some calls this morning
trying to figure out

what it was
we're mixed up in here.

Would you like to know
what I heard?

Faraz Hamzad was a warlord
in Afghanistan

during the Soviet invasion.

Now, not our favorite, right?

But formidable enough we
couldn't discount him, either.

But what made him so formidable

was he had a man in his camp,

scared the living shit
out of everyone over there.

He shot a rival warlord
between the eyes at 1,100 yards.

Word was, he'd go on raids
against Russian units,

alone.

Now, I'm talking hard targets--

pipe-hitting,
spetsnaz motherfuckers.

And then just disappeared
into the night,

having dropped a dozen bodies
in total fucking silence.

No alarm, no witnesses.

I mean, he's-he's just
a goddamn madman,

this guy, right?

Now, in the Panjshir Valley,

they called him
Baba-khorkhore.

It's "the beast
who eats everything."

Back in Langley, there was
a rumor floating around.

Baba-khorkhore,
actually ex-Agency.

That's pretty scandalous, right?
You got a...

got an American spy killing
Russians in the battlefield.

It's not even the best part.

Word is...

Hamzad's number two--

the ghost, Baba-khorkhore...

...was Dan Chase.

That Hamzad's using us
to get his hands on him

after all these years.

Something about some grudge

that apparently
just never went away.

And what does this have to do
with the assistant director?

Mm.

The chief of station
in Islamabad

overseeing CIA support
for the mujahideen

at this time...

was Harold Harper.

See, now, you just got to wonder
what he might have known.

Right? You got to wonder what
he might have done about it.

You got to wonder how far
he might be willing to go

to keep it from coming out.

Is this what they teach you
at Langley?

That no matter
how much you fuck up,

you just cultivate an asset
and use that

to blame somebody else for it?

If you think I'm gonna
turn on Harold Harper,

you're not very good
at your job.

For what it's worth,

the thing they teach you
at Langley is

when a mark brings up
being cultivated first...

even if they say
they'll never turn,

and I mean especially when
they say they'll never turn...

Well, you seem pretty good
at your job, right?

I'm guessing
you can fill in the rest.

Should sync up.

Stupid phone.

Hey, sweetie.

Ah, uh...
No. I just, I just, uh,

went out for a bite to eat.
What's up?

No, I paid it.

Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure.

Uh, a few days ago. Okay?

Everything should be square
in the bursar's office.

You're okay.

Talk to you soon.
I love...

Well, that totally spoiled
the mood, didn't it?

Oh, my God. It did.

-I'm so s...
-Look.

- Should I turn around?
- Why-why would you?

I had that second glass of wine.

No. No, do not turn around.

Just drive normally,

slow to a stop,
keep your hands on the wheel,

and follow
their instructions, okay?

- Evening.
- Hello.

Where you folks headed tonight?

Uh, home.
We were just, uh,

out to dinner,
now we're going home.

Hmm.

License and registration,
please.

Of course.

Would you mind showing us your
identification as well, sir?

Is that normal?

-He wasn't driving.
-It won't take long.

-We'll have you on your way
in a minute. Sir?
-You know, uh...

Officer, I'm sorry.

Uh, we left in a hurry.
I didn't bring my wallet.

Officer, my husband and I
have lived in this area

for a long time.

Is this really necessary?

Excuse me.

-Sorry, I just thought...
-It's gonna be all right.
Trust me.

I'm gonna ask you both
to step out of the vehicle.

Stand right over here, ma'am.

Just right over here, please.

Beautiful night, huh?

It's all right.

It's all right,
but we need to get moving.

What the hell are you?

Please, just get in the car
with me.

I can't do that.

I see you.

Unit 42, report to
3488 Riverside Drive.

- Do you copy?
- Copy that,
we're on our way.

Sir, I smelled alcohol
on your wife's breath.

Have you had anything to drink
tonight?

I haven't. No.

Good. You drive.

-And be more careful next time.
-Oh.

Thank you, Officer.

Appreciate that.

Oh, thank you.

You want to come in for coffee?

Oh. What is it?

10:30.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Huh?

I'm gonna be going
sometime soon, and, uh...

I don't want to create
a weird situation for you.

Maybe can I at least have a say

in what may or may not
make me feel weird?

It's complicated.

You know...

at your age I'd been married
twice already.

I'd lapped you.

I didn't realize
it was a contest.

You got to get out of here
at some point, man.

At least pretend you want
something else out of life.

Yes. Yes, you're right.

I will,
I will get right on that.

Then tell me you've found
something, Agent Adams.

Tell me you got some good news.

I do, and it's not.

We found the daughter.

She's dead.

Emily Anne Chase died, 2003.
Suicide.

It looked like
they kept it quiet.

CIA must not have thought
to look for it,

but it wasn't hard to find.
There was a police report.

We're still working the aliases.

You know, we're gonna
turn something up.

More of the raw.
Joe wanted you to have it ASAP.

Hotline call-ins, traffic stops,

anything fitting
our search criteria.

-You want this here
or in your office?
-Yeah, yeah, here.

-Can I ask you something?
-Yeah.

Waters got into my ear today.

He told me some stuff
about Faraz Hamzad.

And about you.

Mm-hmm.

Well, is it true?

I mean, what the hell
is this really all about?

This is the end
of a very long story,

in which I'm not sure
anyone's ever...

really known the answer
to that question.

Right now,

I just want to make sure
the damn thing ends,

so I can go home.

Make sure you get
some sleep, you hear?

The end is never
what you imagined it to be.

And the end is everything,
isn't it?

Colors.

All that came before it.

In the end,

the end is all that matters.

My end was consumed with fear
for you.

For the torment and pain

and unbearable loneliness
you faced

if you never allowed yourself

to take another partner again.

I never wanted you to be alone.

Please. Don't.

If she only knew...

knew what you did to me.

Stole me into your life.

Disfigured me
so that I would fit.

Or maybe it's me
who did that to you.

It's so fucking hard
to remember.

Can I be here when you tell her?

Or maybe I should just
tell her myself.

This was a mistake.

We'll find another place
to lay low.

I don't want to
have to hurt her.

I'm okay, I'm okay.
Just give me a minute.

What happened?

Um...

my son went to take his organic
chemistry midterm today

and was denied seating.

The, uh, registrars' office
said that the tuition check...

had bounced, and I said
that wasn't possible.

But then I went online
and, uh, sure enough,

the account was overdrawn
by $41.

By $41.

So, I-I apologized and I said
I would take care of it.

And that I was so sorry that he
had been embarrassed like that.

But what I didn't tell him,
what I...

what I so fucking
wanted to tell him is

the reason that
the account was overdrawn

is because his father

likes to short
his alimony payments sometimes,

just to send a message.

You wanted a different life.

This is what it looks like.

So, my son will spend
the afternoon

in his professor's office

trying to reschedule the test,

and I'll be on the phone
for the next two days,

arguing about the penalties
they're gonna charge.

-Why don't you let me pay it?
-No.

I'd really be happy to.

-It's just money.
-Money is never just money.

You don't need to do that.

Hello?

Hello.

Morgan Bote gave me your number.

I've been expecting your call.

Is this a good time?

Uh, well...
Yeah, hold on, please.

You do understand
what it is I do, yes?

I've been on one or two
of these calls before,

in another life.

Went to great lengths
to make sure

I'd never be
on one of them again.

I was offered your number.

I took it.

I don't know why I took it.

I guess I figured it was okay

because there was no way
I'd ever be able to use it.

Why wouldn't you
be able to use it?

The guy I wanted you to visit--

I figured there was
a good chance

he'd never be found again.

It's hard to disappear
in this world.

You're giving this guy
a lot of credit.

Are you good at this?

Beg your pardon?

Are you good at this?

I don't think you would've
been given my number

if I weren't.

I don't think so either,
but I'd like to hear you say it.

Yeah.
I know what I'm doing.

Because no matter
what this sounds like to you--

no matter how easy
any of this sounds--

it will not be easy.

There's nothing he won't do
to ensure his own survival.

There is no limit
to the damage he'll do

or the things he'll destroy.

This is not someone
to underestimate.

So, if you're asking me
to help you locate him,

it would be helpful to be
pointed in the right direction.

4921 Stratford Avenue.

Colliersville, Pennsylvania.

Let me know when it's done.

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