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Previously on Cleaners...

How’d it go? It went.

Tyler! I have a job for you.

By the way, it’s a two-person job.

Veronica. Roxie.

No eye should be left blinking.

That’s what this is all about?

Roxie, I don’t think this has

anything to do with just the car.

His brain is like a bank vault

with safety deposit boxes, and you need the right key.

I have that key.

Holy shit.

Then it would seem that I have the bank vault.

So you’re suggesting another deal?

Tomorrow morning, 9 a.m., Room 111, Sierra Palona.

What’s going on, Barry?

No, this is not how it’s meant to work!

Come on, go! He’s already been activated.

Goddamn it. This whole thing was a setup.

And just where exactly is your other half?

You know it doesn’t have to end like this.

Think of everything we’ve been through.

Think of everything I’ve done for you.

You kind of lost any good will

once you tried to have us killed.

Tyler, get down!

Mother. Mother.

What the hell is going on out there?

Damn it, Eileen. The girls have it.

The codes. The passwords. To all the money!

Fifty-seven million dollars!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Have you lost your mind?

They say payback’s a bitch.

Guess I’m the bitch, baby.

I want you to come with us.

Listen, someone has to stick around here, clean up this mess.

I think the money belongs to you.

I think it belongs to all of us.

So all of this is the result of your so-called heroics?

Yeah, I’m a one-man band.

Was a body removed from here? No, sir.

So whose blood is that?

Oh, he’s cute.

Ohh, he’s really cute.

That one’s kind of your type. He’s more of a six.

Ugh, this is crazy.

I’ve heard about island time, but, Jesus,

are they brewing my beers as we speak?

For the love of God. Will you just decide already?

You’ve been having a staring contest with that menu

for like half an hour. I know who wins.

You, when you decide to order something.

Will you just chill?

I-- I can’t eat anything on here.

Nothing but eyes. Exqueeze me?

Beef, chicken, lamb, pork.

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.

Not even one of those? See its black beady little--

Eyes! I get it.

What I don’t get is that humans have eyes,

and you’d kill one of those without even blinking one.

I don’t eat them afterwards.

Oh, furry muff. What?

I said fair enough.

So, V...

out of all the dots in the Caribbean

why did you want to meet Eileen on this one?

I have my reasons. Yes, well, obviously.

What I’m asking is, what are they?

So, what are you gonna do with your share of the money?

Are you changing the topic? Obviously.

I’m thinking about disappearing.

No shit. Where?

Italy. Where I hear the only thing

hung better than the art is the men.

Furry muff.

Nice throwback.

Ugh, come on.

Eileen’s supposed to be here by now.

Roxie. Your three o’clock.

No, no. That’s your nine.

Brand new running shoes to go with that local look.

Wonder who they’re running from. Or after.

Check your twelve. My six?

So I’m a child of the digital age, okay? Sue me.

Just look over your goddamn shoulder.

Oh, yeah.

A little bit twitchy to be tourists, don’t you think?

Hey, V, I know another animal with big black beady eyes.

Duck!

By the way, Mother says hi.

Then bye.

Ha. Just gave that guy crabs.

Are you sure he said "Mother"?

Yeah, that’s what he said.

Hey, ladies, wanna swim?

Wanna die?

Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Yeah. Maybe.

No. What are you thinking?

Eileen was supposed to meet us at the restaurant

to give us our share of the money.

Then one of Mother’s hit squads shows up instead.

It doesn’t take a lot of ink to connect those dots.

So we’re back where we started.

No money, fresh targets on our back,

and not a pot to piss in.

Have you ever really had to piss in a pot?

Well, yeah, I--

Rhetorical question, Roxie.

Oh. Jesus! Are you drunk?

I’m sorry.

What are you doing? You’re not gonna mess her up?

I don’t need a fight, Roxie. I need a phone.

Sometimes when I look up in the sky

I see the birds flying south...

And I know they’re going home.

Hello, Veronica.

Hello, Isabelle.

Do you have the final installment?

There’s been a complication.

What’s your bird’s name, Disco?

Is she awake?

Hey, Eileen. Si, si, she’s awake.

What the hell happened?

Exactly what I said would happen.

The girls killed them.

I paid you damn good money to take care of that.

You paid me decent money, Eileen.

And for decent money you get decent talent.

It’s like paying Kim Kardashian when you need Meryl Streep.

You’ll go straight to DVD and never win an Oscar.

What I’m saying is...

Veronica and Roxie are the A-list.

They’ll never be taken down by someone on the D.

So, what happens now?

You’ve tipped your hand.

You’ve rattled the cage

to a couple of very pissed off pit bulls.

But I can fix it.

Or as I said when we first met, I can fix this for us.

You see, my enemy is your enemy.

We both want the same thing.

To hear those bitches barking six feet under.

But as I also said, it’ll cost you.

You want the best, you have to pay for the best.

Loosen your purse strings, increase my budget

and I’ll bring you back your prize.

Ahh.

Barry used to drink this.

Always single malt, nothing a day under 20 years.

When we were together, it always tasted like...bile.

Just the scent of it made me sick to my core.

Probably because it reminded me of him.

But since he died...

No.

Till death do us part.

It tastes like the nectar of the gods.

The day I pulled that trigger, I was reborn.

I not only killed my husband, I killed off his poor,

domesticated, suppressed, pathetic wife.

I didn’t just shake hands with the devil,

I gave him a rub-and-tug and I loved every minute of it.

I guess what I’m trying to say is...

don’t you ever try to screw me the way Barry did.

I earned every cent of that money,

and I will be damned if I don’t dictate

how every last penny of it is spent.

So...in that spirit,

I think I need to go shopping for a new dress.

Why is that?

Because I want to go to the Oscars.

Very good.

I just so happen to know someone on the island.

The Brando of contract killers.

But unlike everyone else, however,

he’s not motivated by money.

But it will cost you a half a million dollars.

That’s a heck of a lot of coin

for somebody who isn’t motivated by it.

It’s not for him.

It’s for getting him out of where he is.

You rang?

What are you doing drinking?

I told you, you need bed rest.

Don’t make me put a cone on your head.

Don’t make me kill you in your sleep.

I’m sorry, Mother.

I’m very sorry. You know, I thought we were square now.

You said that if I saved your life--

Silencio, Doolittle.

We’re square.

I just need one more thing from you.

Anything. Some more morphine, please.

And seeing that I’m leaving tomorrow,

let’s make it a triple, hm?

And for his remarkable acts of bravery in the line of duty,

we present this medal to Special Agent Frank Barnes.

I mean, I had this shower curtain

wrapped around his head, and I was pulling tighter

than the waistband on Mama June’s sweatpants.

That’s Honey Boo Boo’s mama!

So I had that shower curtain wrapped around his neck,

and I’m pulling tighter and tighter...

And this guy’s going off-- He’s only about a buck sixty,

but he was going off like a frog in a sock.

But I rode his soul to hell

like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby!

Okay, okay, okay. Tell us about how you nailed Barry Madden.

What is this, a classroom or a party?

Come on. The next round’s on me!

You’re a goddamn superhero, bro.

How far away were you when you threw it?

What? That shard of glass, man.

Oh. Oh, that. I don’t know, 20 feet.

Maybe more. I wasn’t really counting.

Too busy killin’ bad guys, I guess.

[♪♪♪]

Boom. Stone cold ninja, huh?

Stone cold, all right.

You should’ve seen the look on his face.

He was like, "Ahh! I’m all...dead now."

That medal...

You totally earned it, brother.

It’s a pleasure to be standing next to a real life hero.

Thanks for your courage, Agent Barnes.

Fidelity, bravery and integrity.

Right? Yup. Yup.

And hygiene!

Always hygiene.

Should’ve seen the look on his face, huh?

Pretty hard to see the look on a dead man’s face

when you throw a shard from behind his back.

Are you talking to me?

No, Agent Barnes, I’m talking to that toilet I just left.

It’s less full of shit than you.

Yeah, well, at least buy me a piña colada first.

Don’t flatter yourself.

The only thing that’s getting buggered here is your career.

You pulled the wool over the eyes

of the Federal Bureau of Ignorance,

but whatever tune it is that you’re singing,

I’m definitely not downloading.

And who are you?

Clarence Phillips of the CIA, huh?

What does that stand for?

Creepy Intimidating Apes?

Controlling Intolerable Assholes.

Well, that works too.

Now that you know who I am, let me tell you what I know.

I know that three people died that day.

I know that you weren’t responsible for any of them,

despite your elaborate story

that got you that Fisher Price medal

hanging around your neck like a noose. Heh, heh, heh.

Now, we all know that one of them

was criminal and fugitive Barry Madden,

whose stolen 57 million is still unaccounted for.

And I know that the other two

were contractors that worked for this woman.

She disappeared into thin air that day.

We know she was there,

because she left some blood behind

that matched the DNA in our Eyes Only files.

I’m very good at puzzles, Agent Barnes.

When I was a kid, I used to do jigsaw puzzles

with my eyes closed,

using only my delicate sense of touch.

But the thing about jigsaws

is that they will always remain incomplete

if there are pieces missing.

No matter how good you are,

there will always be holes.

Now, I know there were

three holes there that day, Agent Barnes,

and you are going to help me fill them in.

I think the politically correct term is "women,"

but what do I know?

This hole is an elusive but valuable asset

that the agency would very much like to collect.

And you want me to help collect her?

You are smarter than the average bear after all.

You really have this all figured out.

You’d be surprised how much clandestine activity

happens in toilets around the world.

The Cold War ended

based on information passed through a glory hole.

Really?

No.

But you get my point.

Everything you need.

Go back to the bar, say your adioses

and take some leave.

You earned it, apparently.

Are you saying that I’m working with the CIA?

Like, through Homeland Security?

I’m saying I own you now.

They wanted to meet us out here?

What’s out here? We’re kind of exposed, aren’t we?

What kind of car did they say they’d be driving?

They didn’t.

Just relax.

They’re probably watching us right now. Reading our lips.

Concerned you’re moving your leg up and down so anxiously.

Assessing the lines and folds of our clothing

trying to see where we have our weapons hidden.

And you know this how?

Because that’s what they taught me to do.

And you never thought to mention these, uh...

What are their names again? The Walkers.

Marcus and Isabelle Walker.

You once asked me if I was raised by bears or wolves.

The answer’s both.

See, unlike you, Roxie,

my share of the money wasn’t to disappear.

It was for them, that’s why I chose this island,

to finally pay them off.

For what?

My freedom.

Heads up.

It’s nice to see you, Veronica.

I see you haven’t come alone.

Where she goes, I go.

That’s unfortunate.