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Okay, let me ask you to
keep us all up, keep us all up.

Who's gonna win the money?

Show me.

It's time for one right now.

Who's gonna beat the world?

Okay, let's get started.

Right now.

Here's the first ball.

It is gonna be I-17, the Dancing Queens.

How many Dancing Queens
do we have out there tonight?

Right.

This is the ring. She's been in
the age of making the weight.

This is gonna be B-4, not F-door.

B-4, not F-door.

She there.

Oh yeah, she's here.

I'm king still inside.

He sure is.

Like a little lamb.

I want the dicks
cleared, cop, both of them, instead.

Watch, wait, and I'll report back, Burke.

It's gonna be G-56.

What is she worth it?

G-56, what is she worth it?

And 41.

Okay.

A little bit.

Our next ball.

I'm lucky.

I'm not fighting again.

I'm lucky to some.

This is always a fun one.

G-46 up to tricks.

They've got lots of them over there.

41, and 41, six, we're tied for one.

And 41.

And our next ball is B-10.

Hello there, king.

Anise.

Please have a seat.

You have a job for me.

Yeah.

Here, let me have.

This is Gino and Edith
Sanchez, their son Alberto.

They left El Salvador to come to the U.S.

Alberto would be 13 now.

There's five there.

I don't kill children.

The what?

Turn your hearing aid up.

I do with adults.

I don't kill children.

Yeah, no, no.

They disappeared.

I was hired to find them by her father.

I just--I need you to help me.

I mean, you're
really the only person who can.

You see, I'm semi-retired now,

I'm only taking cases
that mean something to me.

What do you want, king?

Anise.

Do you know what
acquired savant syndrome is?

No.

But I know there are men outside,

the kind that sleep
at their portraits in Africa,

the Middle East.

They didn't follow me.

Okay, they're gonna come after me.

When they do, get out of here.

Fuck me.

Fuck.

Deputy Director Medina's office.

Director Medina, I have
the LAPD on the phone for you.

Okay, cheers.

You have two Herman
Millers and a steel case.

Thanks.

This is Mary Beth Medina.

Yep.

Wait, what?

Repeat that?

Describe him, please.

No, um...

I understand.

He didn't share what
he was working on with you?

No, uh, I knew we'd put up a PI shingle,

but we fell out of touch.

So no money
problems that you're aware of?

No.

They didn't come this way.

Raymond King.

He was the deputy director of FinCEN.

My boss.

He said they didn't
find anything on him, no law.

No, he might have, but it
took us a little while to get there.

Things have a tendency of disappearing.

Well, how'd you know to call me?

His cell phone.

You were his in
case of emergency contact.

Why'd you ask if he
was having money problems?

What's the difference between
dressy casual and business casual?

Both means leave your
cargo shorts and flip flops at home.

I don't own cargo
shorts, and I don't own flip flops.

Go.

Thoughts?

What?

Next.

What art does he have?

How much does he owe?

Rivera, of course.

What's the remainder of the receivables?

They are the rest in the
New Zealand accounts and in France,

and the remainder in harbors endowment.

Nash. Anything else?

Don't wear your black suit.

It makes you look like a mortician.

Well, welcome to the 13th
annual Boise Romance Festival.

You all are here for one reason.

To make a connection, meet
that special someone and find love.

OPS, don't forget to pick up
your free romance festival t-shirt.

Ooh, a $25 value there.

Yeah.

So since most of you are first
timers, let's recap how this works.

You answered a battery of
questions designed to express your wants,

needs, hopes, and desires.

We then used our proprietary mathematical

algorithm to
search for your 10 best fits.

That same algorithm in 12
previous festivals has resulted in

53 million!

That's all right. Give it up for them.

Now, no names were sent to
you, only the ID numbers and photos

ranked in order of connectivity.

No early online searches allowed.

You'll each spend five minutes per
day, then unlimited time later in the day.

Oh, ladies! It's not a competition.

No, there's plenty of time
to get to your first date last.

Hold your order!

Um, okay, go ahead, go
on. Go meet that special someone!

Godspeed.

Yes.

And I have non-denominational.

Hi.

Hello.

Um, I'm Anne Renee, and I
just love, love, love accountants.

Oh, well, that's a coincidence.

Yeah.

Um, do you believe in love at first sight

that there's
someone we're meant to be with?

A soulmate?

Oh, no, that's an absurd childish notion.

And of course that's not real.

What do you mean you
reverse engineered our algorithm?

I data mined the
top online dating apps and

mapped a battery of
your questions against theirs.

And?

I built my own dating algorithm.

Oh, the question of whether or not
there's such a thing as love or it's simply an

electrical, neurochemical process
that takes place in the brain is up for debate.

Have a good day.

I scraped the data clusters
for the likeliest date-producing words.

Wait, date-producing words?

Yes.

For example, women
claim to value commitment and

stability, but they swipe for
dangerous and exciting. Sexy bad boys.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm doing really well.

Lori.

Yeah, Lori.

Is that a nickname or short for anything?

No, it's just Lori.

Oh.

I assigned numerical values to your
questions by tokenizing them in an embedding

matrix and generating
a predictive model for the

most effective answers,
which I provided without lying.

My last boyfriend spent
every weekend golfing with his friends.

Do you spend a lot of time with friends?

No, not at all.

No.

I have no friends.

No friends.

Um, pet?

I identified misleading profile
photos as a top complaint across all dating apps.

Women lie about weight and age.

Men lie about height and age.

So I adjusted my
photo and smiled accordingly.

Oh, my God.

I like camping. A lot.

So do I.

Yeah. I thought I saw an
Airstream in one of your photos.

Yes, that's my home.

Uh...

That's where I live.

Oh, permanently.

Well, as long as I'm live, none
of us are living anywhere permanently.

Okay. This is just a husk.

Eventually, this body will be a corpse.

And the best part
is you don't have to amend

your tax return for
unclaimed depreciation, which...

Sure, no. It's very meaningful.

Not only does it have that unintended
benefit, but the best part is that you don't

have to amend your tax
return for unclaimed depreciation.

And I will share this
with you, even though it's, well,

it's a bit of a trade
secret, albeit not a proprietary one,

but the best part
is that you don't have to

amend your tax return
for unclaimed depreciation.

Yeah. Um, how about
something else? Um, kids?

Your... 44?

Um, 45.

Well, I suppose anything's possible.

Oh, God.

I just mean mathematically.

You game the system?

I optimized my profile.

Whole wall covered top to bottom.

The interesting thing you ever saw.

Maps, post-it notes, sicko photos.

Like something out of one of
those "let's catch us a pervert" shows.

Busy little bee, wasn't he?

What did you do with this stuff?

Oh, we didn't throw it away.

Couldn't rent it like
that. All those nasty photos he had.

How long was he here?

Two months. Next
payment was due yesterday.

They're in. How much?

He okay? I'm okay.

Harbor Neuroscience Academy?

Yeah, this is Deputy
Director Martina, US Treasury Department.

Is there a Christian Wolf on staff?

I'm sorry ma'am, no.

Okay, how about Carl Gauss?

Or Charles Babbage?

Lewis Carroll? Lou, maybe?

This is Harbor Neuroscience Academy.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Do you have any
employees, maybe female British accent?

What's this a reference to?

About a former student
whose father was in the military.

The student records this field.

I'm the after-hours receptionist.

I need to call back tomorrow when
there's someone here who can answer that for you.

I need to talk to the
handler of the accountant.

I know she's listening,
and I know he listens to her.

Excuse me?

My name is Mary Beth Medina. I'm
staring at a pile of homicide photos,

maps of Central America,
Mexico, pizza receipts, and...

I'm pretty sure I'm staring at
a photo of her boss. I need his help.

Hanging up now.

The Great King has been murdered.

[whistling]

Okay, let's see.

Ten, eight, give you seven.

Ten, eight, seven. A pound?

A pound? A sushi grade two.

Come on, it's not sushi grade.

Burke, it's sushi grade.

It's bruised. No fad on.
It's not sushi grade at all. Come on.

Take it or leave it.

Dickie inside.

He'll give you your money
like last week and the week before you.

Fuck her. Yeah, yeah.

Tony, come on!

Sit down.

Okay, okay.

Four pro hitters.

Couldn't take out one woman.

How is that possible?

Technically, two hitters.
Two and after King, two took her.

Three. Counting you.

Man, have a clean shot.

Oh.

She knows we're
after her instead of King.

No chance. How you figure?

We're above ground. Problem solved.

By your own logic, if she
wanted to kill you, she would have.

Relax, boss. She don't remember you.

Yet.

What the fuck does that mean?

She showed up a couple of years ago.

The three men I was negotiating
with had pissed off the wrong people.

So let's talk about our success.

Your ships, my boats.

Twenty miles out to sea.

No Los Angeles port.

Just you.

[ Laughter ]

And she didn't recognize you.

No.

But one day she
remembers who I am and what I did.

And my whole world turns to shit.

You fly to Fort Worth tonight.

No more Ray Kings. Okay.

No more private investigators.

I don't want to get
out of the shower one day

and find a human chainsaw waiting for me.

I cough loudly twice.

No, please don't do that.

You're Christian Wolfe.

You're Mary Beth Medina.

That'll make you nervous.

You're an escaped
convict, trained by mob accountants,

your clients are drug cartels,

money launderers, thermal warlords.

Is that a yes?

I saw a video of
you killing men in Brooklyn.

I was in Chicago eight years ago.

It was Ray.

Living robotics.

I saw all the dead
bodies, heard the chanting.

Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday.

What can I do for you, Miss Medina?

Do you like puzzles, Mr. Wolfe?

I don't know if this is one case for ten.

I do know Ray was nearly broke.

I found that photo
in between the seat cushions

at the tavern Ray was
at the night he was killed.

Three men were also
shot to death inside the tavern,

one struck by a car outside.

All ex-Chalane
Special Forces left out a brigade.

Was Ray capable of that?

No, he was not.

Dmitry Ishenko,
throat slit in a Moscow hotel,

Moshiyuts, car bomb, Jerusalem.

We have an ID the rest.

Armando Reyes, Mexico City,

Bosan Rinal, Istanbul,
Santino, Zambiaire, Naples.

Must have been quite the fall.

The fall didn't kill him.

It was the abrupt stop.

It's a joke.

Why are you helping me?

Lucas, you asked me.

[DOOR SLAMS]

Okay, so we've got
four dead mercs in the morgue.

Pomicides, tax returns,

Mexico, drain schedule,

pizza, fish, family photo,

and a trashed Toyota.

So how does this all connect?

What are you doing?

Waiting.

For?

Well, for you to finish.

Finish what?

I don't know.

Whatever it is that, um,

that you're an adult. Whatever it is
that, um, that you're in the process of doing.

So you can?

Do what I need to do.

You might seek medical
attention for the snoring problem.

Coffee?

Um, I don't snore, so...

Nothing's where it was.

Well, your brain, most brains,

when confronted
with ambiguous visual data,

seek subconsciously to
arrange it in a pattern that's familiar,

but that's not the
pattern we're looking for here.

Right.

Okay, um,

what pattern are we looking for?

Survival probability.

They...

started...

here, Central America.

Okay.

How do we know them?

His tattoo, Barrio 18,

Izalco Prison, El Salvador.

They're at war with MS-13.

When they reached the border
of Mexico, they boarded this train.

Well, no, that's a
freight train, not a passenger train.

It's the death train.
Families ride on the roof, not in the cars.

It's the surest way to
avoid immigration checkpoints.

When they arrived at Mexico City,

they would have
typically headed to one of three areas

to cross into
Texas and the United States.

The Paso, the Rio, the Cowan.

In this case, they crossed
the Rio Grande, and the Macauan.

Why Macauan?

A gallon of water weighs eight pounds.

A human being requires between
one and a half and two gallons of water

a day to survive in the desert,

so that's 36 to 48 pounds a person
not carrying a five-year-old has to carry.

Here's her son at five.

In this photograph,
he looks to be about 13.

Edith arrived in Los Angeles
and claimed work at Studio's Pizza.

Hold on. Um, Edith?

Edith Sanchez.

No, you can't possibly
know that this woman in the photo

is the same Edith Sanchez on these 1040s.

Yes, it's a certainty.

She claimed one dependent, a child.

Of the three 1040s, she filed
two head incomes of roughly $15,000.

The third was $60,250.

It's twice as much in one
year than the previous two combined.

Yes, that's not the strangest part.

She checked married but filed separately.

If she filed jointly, she
could have taken advantage of the child

and dependent care exemption.

Four times as much
money in the third year,

checks married, filed
separately, has a child, and no child care.

A list of various
clients over the last 18 months

shows six names, only
one with a Latino surname,

Emiliano "Emmy"
Gonzalez, Fort Worth, Texas.

So if Emmy was Edith's
father, why didn't you call for help?

I have no way of knowing that.

Do you have any influence on the IRS?

Keep an eye on the loading dock.

Keep an eye on the loading dock.

What's with the muscle?

You don't spend much
time in Los Angeles, do you?

I'm not a fan of
getting pistol whipped and robbed.

No, I don't remember any Edith.

Sorry, can't help you.

Jeanette, what do you got?

What do you got?

That's great.

Mm-hmm.

Why would an employee
not take all the exemptions

she's eligible for?

Because she's dumb?

Because she doesn't look like you?

Neither one.

I don't see people as legal or illegal.

I see them as human
beings, and I give them a chance.

Anything else?

No, sir. Thanks for your time.

You're welcome.

Two-thirds of your
business is takeout, correct?

Got my tax reports, huh?

You people.

That's right. Two-thirds.

Ask me anything.

Unit cost, payroll, promotions.

You name it, I
know where every dime goes.

Last year's
earnings before interest taxes,

depreciation and compensation.

42.9 million.

You claim 41.9 million.

Keep reading, EF Hutton.

A million in charitable
contributions to homeless shelters.

Let's go.

Setting aside the
amateur nature of this preparation,

considering you could
have detected considerably more

from your taxable income,

what is the most
frequently ordered size of pizza?

Large, 90%.

Large pizza is $17.35,

which accounts for
$1,484,315 large pizzas.

What's your point?

Your paper costs for $360,000,

which only accounts
for 900,000 large pizza boxes.

You are making my head hurt.

It's considerably
less than the aforementioned

$1,484,315 large pizzas.

Right, that's
because we do it by the slice.

By the slice? Yeah.

Impossible.

You're fraudulently claiming
more income than you're receiving

in order to conceal
income from another source.

What is it?

I'm fucking rodent.

Now wait just a second.

I take time out of my busy
day to answer your silly-ass questions

and you got the balls to
accuse me of money laundering?

Ah! Yes!

You're laundering
money. Where is it coming from?

Federal agents,
stay back. Everything's fine.

You're washing money.

Do you remember where it's coming
from or it'll dislocate your shoulder?

It's quite painful.

Chris, that's enough.

I told you.

No! Fuck!

I don't traffic those girls.

No, I swear to God, I get a call.

I get a call, the cash comes in.

I know where they--
they use the motel or two.

Please. Who is them?

I don't know. Ask one of the girls.

What motel?

I can't--

What motel?

City center downtown.

Who's your contact?

Please, no.

Who's your contact?

[screaming]

Who's your contact?

I don't--

You should go.

Were you
dropped on your head as a child?

I feel that's not really your question.

You know, I work for a government agency.

I don't torture people.

You didn't.

I'm the deputy
director of Fincense, so I can't--

I know. I put you there.

You and Ricky.

You know, a British
woman calls and gives me tips.

So criminals, which is
what you are, give law enforcement--

that's me-- tips every day.

If by tips you mean
names, dates, acts, account numbers,

routing numbers, yes, I give you tips.

You know, I'm not like you.

I can't just break
the law when it suits me.

No more violence.

I need to take what he gave
us and work our way up the chain.

That's how this is done.

Maybe the bureau has an
agent in this office they can spare.

I may know someone.

Hello.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hello.

Hi.

Hey, Margaret.

It's-- Margaret.

Hey.

Ye fucking-- come on.

Hi, Margaret.

It's Braxton.

Hello-- hi.

Hello, Margaret.

You fucking-- fucking stop.

OK, hello?

Hello.

Hello.

Margaret, it's Braxton.

I was just--

Motherfucker.

Motherfucker, just fucking do it.

Fucking do it.

You fucking do it.

You fucking pussy.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, Margaret.

Hey, Margaret.

It's-- it's-- fuck me.

What are you fucking scared of, man?

What are we even talking about?

I hear what we're talking about.

Two weeks.

This is-- it's 14-- 14
days in the life, in his life.

In his life.

You even know what his name is?

It's Craig.

He-- he's my Craig.

He is mine.

Of course he's gonna
sleep with me, of course.

You want a bottle?

I got a-- I got a bottle.

I-- I got a bottle.

A bottle.

I can-- I can-- I
can-- I can-- I can-- I can--

I can connect with-- with--

Should you stop me, yeah

Or I get so old

Come on.

Margaret, it's Braxton.

Yeah, me again.

You-- you got me there, Margaret.

Listen, I, uh, you know, I was
thinking about our last conversation,

and I have gone ahead and
decided that I'm going to swing on through

and pick up the pup on Thursday.

Yeah, nope.

Weaned at eight weeks.

No, you made that--

You made that abundantly clear, Margaret.

Nope, and I-- I'm
fully aware it's only been six.

But, you know, a Corgi is an
enormously smart dog, Margaret, and--

[indistinct]

Fair enough.

I just-- not sure that I'm
able to wrap my head around the logic

of building a bond
between a puppy and its mother

when it's literally never
gonna see the mother again, right?

I mean, why not
take that precious two weeks

and build a bond
between the owner and its pup

when they're gonna spend
the rest of their lives together--

Well, no, but that's--
that's-- that's-- that's where the--

the bottle-feeding component comes in.

[indistinct]

[sighs]

Okay.

Hey, Jesus.

Yeah, you really--

Yelling at me, Margaret.

Yeah.

[indistinct]

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay. Yeah, see.

See you in two weeks.

Yep, perfect.

Bye-bye.

Ow!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

So tell me about you.

What do you-- what do
you do when you're not doing

whatever it is you do?

You got any hobbies?

What do you call them?

I don't know, you bake or-- or--

you fish?

No?

You don't fish?

No?

I like to read.

Maybe--

you garden?

Film?

Movies.

You got a favorite?

Wizard of Oz?

Oz?

[chuckles]

Want to hear a little Oz Fun Fact?

A little dog, Toto?

Yeah.

Its real name was Terry.

Terry the dog.

Terry the dog, man.

125 bucks a week on Oz.

You know what the little people made?

Played the Munchkins?

50 bucks.

Is that a travesty of justice or what?

Sometimes I like to think
about those little people, you know?

Put yourself in their shoes.

But they sat around
with their little people friends,

looking at Terry.

Hey, this motherfucker.

You know, this guy's
making twice as much as we are.

I don't remember Terry doing
any song and dance numbers to you.

What do you want?

Braxton, hi. Hello,
it's me. Chris, your brother.

I know it's you.

You can't tell from the tone
of my voice that I know it's you.

Oh, well, you sound hostile.

What do you want?

I need your help.

Ah, goodbye.

[phone beeping]

Braxton?

[chuckles]

Unbelievable. Unbelievable. You just--

Motherf--

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck?

All right.

Well, the last time that I did help you,

it nearly cost me my
career. Are you aware of that?

You sound angry. Me? Why?

Yes, you're goddamn right. I'm angry.

I'm angry because year after year I call.

It's always me
reaching out, and it's never you.

And now, just out of the blue, you call.

And why? Because
what? You-- you need my help?

How about-- how about just calling?

How about just calling to shoot the shit?

Hey, man, how you doing?

How have you been? Merry Christmas.

Happy birthday, V. What about that one?

I bet it's not your
birthday. Birthday's November 11th.

Aye, you dumb dumb. I
know it's not my fucking birthday.

That's at the fucking point of what I'm--

What do you want?

Can you be in Los
Angeles, California, in 24 hours?

Braxton? Hello?

Braxton?

[sighs]

This used to hurt me.

I'm sorry, but--

Don't... hurt me.

Why would you say that
to me? What if I'd done you?

Have I done anything at
all that would give you the idea

that I would do something to
hurt you? Why would you say that to me?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

Yeah, man.

It makes two of us
trying to have a conversation.

You kind of suck at some conversations.

I mean, I know there's a
language barrier, but holy shit,

it's not so fucking
confusing what I'm saying to you.

Don't give a fuck

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

For his mother

Whoa, how

If

How is my favorite song

Why would you stop me?

Whoo

Oh, I do something wrong

[wind howling]

Can't seem to find
an office chair like...

They're all so uncomfortable, you know?

[wind howling]

You know, actually, it's not the chair.

I think maybe it's what
you said about putting me there.

I don't feel like I've earned the job.

Maybe you need more lumbar support.

Costco has an excellent line of chairs.

Right, support to lower back.

Never mind.

So is your brother
up to speed on the case?

Yes.

When was the last time you saw him?

Eight years ago, in Chicago.

Younger brother or...?

I'm two years older than Braxton.

He doesn't...

Is there something wrong?

He's just often very
angry at me for no reason.

He's fine.

Well, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.

Well...

I get it. I have a sibling, too.

Maybe thank him for coming to help.

Tell him how glad you are to see him.

It's just been my experience that
people want to be appreciated, you know?

Oh, that's him.

Hello, Braxton.

This is pretty.

Who are you?

I am Mary Beth Medina, Deputy
Director of Financial Crimes Enforcement.

Fed, you suffer a stroke.

You're upset.

We're working together, so whatever

profession you're in, I
currently have zero interest.

Currently, huh?

Hey, gosh, that's great to hear.

Talk to you for a second.

(Sniffles)

So it's been a minute, yeah?

Eight years, uh, two months.

That's right.

You look good, Chris.

I think so, too. I...

Braxton, thank you for
coming. I'm really glad you're here.

Did you tell you to say that?

Yeah.

All right.

You gotta squirt.

Well, just, Braxton,
should we go over the plan again?

What are you doing?

Let me just take a piss, yeah?

Okay, and then we'll talk about the plan.

You care what they look like?

Nah.

How many?

I sent them up.

Appreciate it.

I'm not ready.

My time's money, right?

Is that word that...

I'll send you an invoice.

Okay. Fair.

See how fair you think it is
when you get the bill there, hotshot.

Oh, it's okay. I'm sure I can afford it.

I'm sure I can have her a date.

Braxton.

Braxton.

Braxton, don't repeat me.

Braxton, don't...

Braxton, you know, I
don't... Braxton, I'm asking you nicely.

Braxton, I'll...

That's right.

All right, go.

Just go stand over
there, all right? Don't be scary.

Let me do the talking.

Ladies.

Hola.

Make yourself at home.

Hello.

You must be the wild one, huh?

You don't rearrange
the furniture. Is A-okay?

It's just, uh, okay.

Let's just get this over with now.

Too bad, they did not...

Thank you, ladies.

Now, me and my
friend here, we were, uh...

We were just talking.

Just maybe you
could settle something for us.

Now, what happens? You
walk into a room like this.

Two guys sitting here,
all right, waiting for you.

What happens if things turn bad?

Now, look, it's... it's not us.

We're as tame as a tulip, okay?

I'm just wondering what happens
if somebody puts their hands on you,

the way you don't like, if...

Maybe we don't let you leave.

I imagine there's somebody you call,

a situation like that, right?

Somebody whose job it is to show up here,

make sure you guys are okay.

Now, I want to be completely
clear. I'm not interested in names here.

I could care less what his name is.

Just... what would it take
for me to get that certain somebody

to show up here?

Juarez is none of your business.

Amanos.

That's your money. You take it.

Amano.

Thank you, ladies.

It'll take a lot more than this

to get away from those people.

Okay. Okay.

Come on, Mr. I
can't afford to pay the lady.

I'm risking my life.

Really? Oh.

There we go.

No maso de real meen.

Understood.

Are you gonna hurt him?

Would you... Would you like us to?

Please.

Okay.

Okay.

Gracias.

El groomed to 35.

Okay.

Look like...

Accountants.

Uh...

Okay, boys. Bye.

Thank you.

I don't have kids.

Sarkis. Hey, it's Mary Beth.

What do you got for me?

Trough cam footage.

Sharing my screens with you now.

Only two camera angles in that area.

King enters.

He's inside 45 minutes.

Figure gunshots here.

Police stampedes.

Nothing.

Shooter could be anybody.

King exits 90 seconds later.

Any luck calling Emiliano Gonzalez,

guy on race client list?

Eat his father. Yes and no.

Nazales, residence.

Emiliano Gonzalez there.

He is a no.

Mr. Gonzalez had reported his daughter

and young family missing seven years ago.

What happened to him?

Cartels kidnap migrants for ransom

or for sale to traffickers.

What if they can't ransom her soul?

You get this.

Jena Sanchez.

I got to call you back.

Got my fucking bitches, asshole.

Full disclosure, assholes.

Mariela!

It's just in the
back getting fresh stuff.

Mariela!

Hey, come on, man.
We got Wi-Fi and everything.

Come on in, man. Mariela!

Guess I hit him harder than I thought.

It was a lie. Yeah. Get my shit.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

What, are we kidnappers now?

Kinnapper? That's pretty harsh, isn't it?

I'm really, um...

We detained him for questioning.

Uh, no. We have no
right to detain anyone.

This man may know who killed Ray King.

Do you want to know who he knows or not?

I-I-If the cops stop me,

if they search the
trunk, what then, genius?

Hello, Dreambird.

Do you have my location? Yes.

I need green lights
from here to Victory Boulevard,

and please call in a fake
robbery ten blocks south of here

to distract the police until
Mary Beth gets safely home to the Airbnb.

Yeah. Anything else?

I need to know who
Ray King was beating with.

Okay. Pretty good, now?

It's okay.

We eat something. Taco Bell.

There we go.

Good morning, boys and girls.

Who wants to brute
force the city of Los Angeles?

We have Chris and his friend
joining us remotely this morning.

They would like us to find
and identify a person of interest.

Let's prepare to examine
all traffic and security cameras.

Okay, so I've been
looking at the footage home then sent.

Ray goes in, comes out 45 minutes later.

We don't even know for sure if
he was there to meet anyone at all.

Why don't we just get that
Tomas guy to tell us where Cobb's at?

And how are we gonna do that exactly?

If you just take out his
eye, right, you show it to him,

and then you just say
you're gonna take the other one out

unless he starts talking.

It works every time.
It's like a ten out of ten.

Nobody wants to be blind, right?

You show him the one
eye, they know you're serious.

Secure link is
active. It'll help the process.

Good morning. I've
warmed up the orchestra.

We are looking for your person now.

Finding footage
from the day of the incident.

Isolating street cameras.

Look, my guy at Homeland, he has a
doctorate in computer science from Caltech.

Oh.

He can access every
database you can name and some you can't.

There were only two
cameras recording that night.

I'm sure the kids at Harbor
are bright, but we are wasting time.

Oh, look.

Here are the other
cameras you were looking for,

Deputy Director Medina.

You can unmute your mic now.

Everyone take a feed and look for
anything suspicious between 8 and 10 p.m.

Lane, let's see the
front entrance. Post gunfire.

Aiden, what's happening in the back?

She's not hurrying. She's not afraid.

Let's find her before she arrived.

Check every alley and street.

Cover four square
blocks around Vermont on 19th.

She's hiding her face.

She knows where the cameras are.

Miles, reverse.

Pink jacket is taking a selfie.

Let's get that photo.

There's no way they can zoom in
on her phone screen from that angle.

They don't have to.
They'll identify the woman,

find likely passwords, hack
into the phone, and email the selfie.

Yeah, okay, sure.

Heavy, Si, would you like to
bring the normie up to speed, Chris?

That's what I would do.

Run facial scan for ID, please.

I got it. I got it.

Chris, Lane and Charles are
going head to head for this one.

[typing]

Hello, Pam. Let's get to know each other.

Iowa, birthplace of
the world's first computer.

Let's pay Pam's a visit.

Aiden, that zip code is
serviced by Midwest Power & Energy.

We're entering from the utility company.

They'll jump to an
unsecured printer on the network,

or we're smart to understand.

I'm not a rocket. My people.

There are more of us than
you think, Deputy Director Medina.

Skye, we need the
password to the smart home network.

Good morning, Iowa. Good morning, Pam.

Let's not let Pam get
comfortable. This isn't right.

Lane, get her out of that
chair, and let's go find that photo.

Miles, have that page
ready when she comes back.

Charles, get into her photo library.

[typing]

We can't do this. Tell her to stop.

Chris, please explain to the
normie we need to finish what we've started.

Red light.

Aiden, your turn.

[doorbell rings]

Green light.

Tell her to stop.

Here she comes, red light.

Lane, let the neighbors hear that TV.

Robbette butter. All on the butter.

All that butter. All right.

All that butter. A little bit of salt.

Mm-hmm.

Tell her to stop now.

Chris, enough. Stop.

Tell her to stop.

Stop this now.

Uh-uh-uh.

Here's her selfie. Aiden, email photo.

It actually takes the
sweetness. Oh, I love that.

That's my greatest Iowaan response.

Skye, get us out.

It's so good.

Miles, enhance, please.

Running into pole facial recognition.

It looks like she was
the last person to speak to Ray,

but she doesn't want to be found.

Goodbye, dreamboat.

Why would Ray meet with
someone who killed all these people

to find a mother and child?

She didn't kill all those people.

I'm just saying she
definitely didn't kill that one or...

that one right there, so...

How do you know that?

Just kind of
throwing it out there, that's all.

Just knowledge.

Educated guess.

That's all it is, really.
He has no way of knowing that.

Yeah, just...

It's hypothetical. True.

Stop talking. Okay.

Regardless. Oh, fuck no.

Uh...

I...

Do you often
confess to capital murder or...

I actually didn't say anything.

Did you think about
it? I literally made a gesture.

I didn't bother.
Goodbye. That's it. I'm out.

Okay, one moment, Mary Beth.

Please, for your time, one
thing that you may want to consider

is that some of those men
whose pictures were on the wall

may not have been killed
were likely very unsavory characters.

It doesn't fucking
matter if they're unsavory.

We don't get to
decide who lives and who dies.

Apparently I do.

The law is what
separates us from people like him.

It's been a pleasure and an honor.

I hope we get to
work with each other again.

You take care and stay safe.

Fuck.

We have a problem.

Is it the man in the trunk? It is.

Sounds like you got a
problem. Remove him, please.

And do it with him.

I'm going to the
state's attorney general.

Sure, I'm glad it's not my car.

You know what? I
made a mistake calling you.

Okay? I'm gonna do this myself.

Buy the book. No more
lying. No more breaking the law.

Tell the Brit no more tips.

And don't be here when I get back.

If I see either of you
again, I'll have you arrested.

Ms. Gutierrez, I'm confused.

The only thing
that my client is guilty of

is coming to the aid
of a young lady in distress,

after which he was
attacked, beaten, and kidnapped.

But instead of pursuing these men,

you hold this cob
individual over my client's head,

threaten him with prison time,

amidst accusations of human trafficking?

In what bizarro legal world

do you imagine
getting a grand jury indictment?

Funny.

Exactly what Ike Studio's lawyer said

when I offered the
same plea deal to his client.

I do not know Mr. Studio.

Looks like your client does.

No. What you don't see are the bite marks

on Studio's tongue and the rat.

It went into his mouth
when both were still alive.

No. And this is just a hunch.

I'm guessing Ike was
more important than a pimp.

What do you think they'll do to you?

Okay. We're done here.

I should note Mr.
Studio's attorney is missing.

Enter out.

Ike watched the fucking money, man.

The money made from human trafficking?

Most are from Central America,

Mexico, like drugs, only better.

A good earner lasts five, six years.

Mostly women, on
their backs, in the fields,

scrubbing toilets,
some men picking melons,

slaughterhouse kill floors.

Any job in America
won't fucking do in a machinecat.

Recognize him?

No.

This was taken eight years ago.

Oh, yeah.

Bitch has worked a good man to Dad.

She threw down a few times, man.

She was too quiet, so...

didn't made work, by any means.

Your name is Edith. Where is she?

She t-boned a car
outside a parking garage on Alvarado.

Four, five years ago?

So she's dead.

Oh. Heard she went
through the windshield, though.

Two seconds in for us.

What hospital?

Fuck what I know.

She had a father in Texas.
Why wouldn't you go to him for help?

Ask him.

We're asking you.

You put everything on
the record, you'll get immunity,

in exchange for your testimony.

Less chance.

Give me the fucking pen.

Fuck!

Get down!

Eighteen reported accidents
within the garage in the last five years.

None serious. None on that level.

What street did the garage exit out to?

Alvarado.

Thirty-two
accidents within a mile radius.

Three with serious bodily injuries.

Any of those involve
a vehicle exiting a garage?

One.

Injuries.

One. Critical. An
unidentified woman. Soul occupant.

Hospital.

University Medical Center.

Vehicle.

Ugh.

Toyota Camry.

Color.

Blue.

Explore the
medical center's patient files.

They don't have kids.

I'm thank God for that.

What?

What?

The woman at the hotel
says that I don't have kids.

Yeah, I remember, man.

Gotta let it go already.

Well, I'm saying why is that
significant? Why is being a mother important?

Yeah, man, I don't
think you and I are really

authorities on the
importance of motherly love.

I hate to tell you.

This is it, huh?

Living on lunchbox.

It's quite comfortable.

So it was the Four Seasons.

Or a house.

Cheap like Poptetter
and Bark in a Tree, aren't you?

No, he wasn't cheap. He was frugal.

He was frugal.

Yes.

Bullshit. Seven t-shirts.
Seven pairs of underwear and socks.

It's all I need.

A grown man wearing a
Timex. He was fucking pathetic.

Look at that.

See that?

Yes.

It's what morning made in a year.

What do you think you say about this?

I'd say at the same time on his watch.

He probably would, wouldn't he?

Are you happy, Braxton?

Am I happy?

Yes.

Yeah, man, of course I'm
happy. Why wouldn't I be happy?

You're a transient.
You have no significant other.

You're completely alone. No friends.

Nothing.

We talking about me
or we talking about you?

You ever thought
about why I'm alone, Chris?

You sure it's passive or
selfish or what are you swearing to?

I'm alone because I want
to be alone. I choose to be alone.

I don't have anybody
that I got an answer to, you know?

Check in with.

I travel the world.
I stay at five-star hotels.

I do what I want when I want
and have gun will travel, motherfucker.

I mean, yeah, shit,
yeah, I'm happy. I'm fucking happy.

Bet your ass I'm happy. I'd
like to have someone check in on.

Yeah? Yes.

Well, get a dog.

Do you have a dog? I'm getting a dog.

Look at this.

Yeah.

That's Greg. Unconvincing.

You mean unconvincing.
That's Greg. I'm getting this dog.

No, you like the idea of a dog.

Anybody who has a dog
likes the idea of getting a dog.

It's why they got the dog in the first
place. Do you have a permanent residence? No.

Anyone do care for
your dog during long absence?

I do not.

Do you keep a regular
schedule in terms of eating, sleeping?

No, I don't. You're a cat person.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Hell, you know something. If I
had a cat, at least a cat would miss me.

Doubtful.

Possible. Yeah. Chris, is
it because of you or because of me?

What?

That you like.

What? I don't understand.

You don't.

You just, like, don't. Like, miss me.

Like, is that because of you or me?

I don't know. You miss me.
Like, is that because of you or me?

I spent years looking for you.

I was just trying to track you
down, but you don't look for me at all.

And I finally find you.

And I was there. I saved your life.

And you said that
you would come and find me.

You said you would come and find me soon,

and then you just
disappeared again, I guess.

I had my phone number.

I guess what I'm
asking you, man, is like...

Do you not miss me
because of me or is it...

It's because of your, like...

My what?

You know, your condition.

I'm just me.

I'm just me.

How you doing?

I'm flying sunscreen. My
lower extremity is fixed as 100 SPF.

I had more than
four sunbirds, my childhood.

So we're more than twice as
likely to develop well-known adults.

Can I get a little bit?

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

[LAUGHING]

You know, I don't like that.

That's not funny,
Braxton. I like things...

Oh, it's so funny.

It's so funny.

You know what I think?

I think we got to go get drunk.

Come on, man. Let's go get drunk.

Okay.

I don't know if it's exactly
what I had in mind, you know what I mean?

It's L.A.

To me, that means
nightclubs, valets, velvet ropes,

douchebags everywhere.

Not really a
honky-tonk-type town, you know?

I don't know. I just never took you
for, like, a country-western kind of guy,

but it's cool.

I mean, I guess you
pretend to be an ordinary accountant.

You can pretend to
be a cowboy tonight, right?

Huh?

No, yes. Okay.

What do you mean, "no, yes, okay"?

Are we having a conversation here, Chris?

By the way, as far
as the whole cowboy thing,

I think the four scum shoes,
they're a bit of a misfire, but...

Well...

Well, what? What?

Hey, now.

Hello.

The band's looking for a
quest. Is there a song you like, handsome?

Nah.

I guess I'm good
with, like, Alan Jackson.

Something like that.
Tell them that'll do me just fine.

That's where we are.

Okay. Slow down. Night moves.

I was asking him.

I'm Angie.

Hello, Angie. My name is Chris.

What's your favorite tune, Chris?

My favorite song is
Appalachian Spring by Copeland.

Second favorite.

This context, yes.

Metallica and Dresseman.

I don't think that's in their wheelhouse.

No, yeah.

Maybe you should ask them a more
familiar with the band's capabilities.

Okay.

No. I... No.

What?

What did you do? You were
right there. Why'd you go down like that?

It was supposed to say...

You were going up. It was working.

You were supposed to
say, "Just say you picked."

You know what I'm saying?

She asked me what my favorite song was.

She wasn't asking anything.
She did ask it, but what about...

She liked you. She didn't listen.

She shocked you. She
liked you. That's why she came here.

I don't know. It was like a maney call.

How do you not see what she was doing?

My brain doesn't work that way, Braxton.

What do you want?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Who's good?

You knew it was good.

I mean, it seemed like you
were seeing it, and she was seeing it.

It was just... You made her smile.

I don't know what the...

The first thing you
said, the Metallica thing.

It was funny.

You received a desire,
like, a cue or something like that,

but it definitely made her smile.

Maybe you don't
give yourself enough credit.

You just, like, sort of...

What do you do?

You want a test? Where you going?

You got it. Ready?

There you go.

Hey.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Look out!

Hey, you see that? That's my brother!

That's my big brother up there!

Oh, my God.

Well, I'll be dipped in dog shit.

Oh, hello.

That was some dancing.

Light on your feet, big man.

Thank you. Yes, I'm a
beginner. It's my first time, so...

It wasn't a compliment, Hoss.

Jerry, don't start.

Hey.

Nice forward, son.

That's not kind.

Hey, I don't think you heard me.

Look at me when
I'm fucking talking to you.

Hey.

Hey, come on. You're in cowboy country?

Oh, I see.

We don't mess with
another man's girl down here.

You're from Glendale,
Gerald, and I'm not your girl.

It's okay. My brother wasn't
having a good time tonight, but now he will.

Okay, hit me, Jerry.

Well, your brother can get it, too.

Oh, good. Your face is like an anus.

Sweet, hit me, Jerry.

Oh, no.

Cacie Pants here wants to scrap.

Oh, goodness gracious. Fucking hit him.

Hey.

Here's your guy, Jerry.

Get him, Jerry.

Nothing left, motherfucker.

Guys, stop.

Stop, motherfucker.

Hey, stop.

Jerry.

Go, Jerry.

Go, Jerry.

[gunshots]

[cheering]

Goddamn. Is there
anything in this world better than

punching a motherfucker in
the face with his gotta-coming?

Huh?

Well...

Huh? What?

No.

Shut the front door.

You!

Hey!

Hey!

I'm Bruce Moon.

You! Look at you!

I'm sorry, it was Miss...

It was the deputy director of Medina.

You know, a patient files
past and present require a subpoena.

I'm quite sure you
know that, Miss Medina.

Yes, I do.

A woman and her child
disappeared eight years ago now.

They're either dead or living in my ear.

Look, could you
just do this for me, please?

I really need your help, and I just...

Yeah, and I need a court order to do so.

Now, I'm sorry.

Hey!

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Here we go.

Jane Doe, 636.

Five years ago, skull fracture, jaw,
ribs, left arm broken, and extensive facial

injuries as a result of an auto accident.

A delirious in and
out of consciousness when she

arrived said something
about being attacked by somebody.

Prior to reconstructive surgery, she
was exposed to neurorehabilitation strategies

I designed to treat
individuals with extensive brain trauma.

How extensive.

A nearly total loss of memory.

I played top boards in college.

If Jane ever
played, she didn't remember how.

That's three days later.

Acquired Savant Syndrome.

So rare some neurologist doubt it exists.

But you don't.

Victims of blunt
force trauma can, on extremely

rare occasions,
exhibit extraordinary outcomes.

A woman who's never
played piano, fractures her

skull in the fall,
masters her modern off in a day.

A baseball fan takes a 90 mile per
hour foul ball to the head and wakes to discover

he can learn a
foreign language in an afternoon.

How is that possible?

Their brains, for lack of a better
word, are rewired, unlocking hidden abilities.

Abilities that at least
theoretically we all possess.

And Jane's talent was chess?

No.

Not exactly.

The brain injury Jane suffered
lit up her frontal and parietal cortex.

Those areas responsible for pattern

recognition, problem
solving, critical thinking.

The same areas of the
brain chess masters rely on.

Caveat is their ability
to start and stop with chess.

Jane Doe, they didn't.

Acquired Savant Syndrome
would explain the exponential

acceleration of her ability
to decode and assimilate information.

The hand-eye
coordination, but what it doesn't

explain is why her
memory was all but erased.

Or the personality change.

My theory?

The trauma that rewired her brain
also unplugged any unnecessary neural networks.

Unnecessary for?

Survival.

The brain's frontal lobes are also
where our fight or flight decisions are made.

I think the appeal
of chess wasn't strategy.

But combat.

I don't know what Jane's
life was like prior to the accident.

But whoever she was
when they brought her in...

wasn't the same person who left.

Over the following months, she
became increasingly isolated, aggressive.

Until one night,
she beat a security guard

unconscious, took
his gun, and disappeared.

You said her memory was all but erased.

Did she retain any memory of her life
before the accident? Family? Kids? Anything?

I asked her that exact question multiple

times. Only once did
she come up with something.

Let's go back over family.
Any memory of children or a husband.

Pop goes to Weasel?

So, should we order in some
dinner? Discuss the grant? Next steps?

The applications are in
my car. We'll be right back.

You're asking me to
divulge the identity of a

woman who may or may
not be under my employment?

I know she works for us, Batu.

And you know this how?

After those jobs I turned down, I
just... just want to talk to her, that's all.

Talk to her? Why?

It's a family thing.

Don't tell me. The one man I terminate
for free, minus one very inconvenient fact.

I know, he's my brother.

No. He might kill all my killers.

Wanda Bad.

Brexton, tell me that the
engine of destruction isn't with you now.

Because the last time you had
a family thing, it nearly ruined me.

Makes two of us.

Since you're in Los Angeles...

Yeah?

If a new client is in-house
here, there isn't getting a job done.

Sending a photo now.
Instructions to follow only if we engage.

I will let you know
soon, if I need your services.

Tienen, Juarez.

Juarez. Why Juarez?

I don't have kids.

I don't have kids.

Why didn't you just
and Jess call her father?

Negative counsel.

Is her father a danger?

A school.

It's not a school.

But a...

It's a...

It's a prison.

Why?

Because of you.

He just was afraid for you.

Afraid to let her be.

Medina's at the Airbnb.

Call her, then the police.

Is that wise? You're an escaped
convict from a federal penitentiary.

Anything else?

We found Edith Sanchez.

Ray King wasn't murdered
because he was looking for Edith.

He was murdered because he found her.

Call Mary Beth now.

Tell her I'm on my way.

And we need to find Edith's son Alberto.

He's being held as a prisoner in Juarez.

Okay, Chris. Understood.

Hello?

Someone's coming to kill you.

Mary Beth.

Hello?

Hello?

Drop it! Drop it!

Turn around.

I'm a federal agent, big mistake.

Only if your name
is not Mary Beth Medina.

Hands!

Stand on your knees.

Now!

Your re-essentions.

Not anymore.

I think your child is a
prisoner in the compound in Juarez.

It's okay. I need
to put pressure on this.

How was it going?

No, no, I paid you to
kill her, not to try and kill her.

Someone intervened as a hit,
an extraordinarily lethal someone.

A contract's enforced until the
target is dead or the client's expired.

Enjoy your evening.

Go to Juarez.

Take those kids into the desert.

I want them dead and buried.

No trace.

Nothing could tie me to them.

Think you can handle that?

Yeah, Bert.

Yeah, I can handle that.

You show up in Juarez and then what?

How are you even gonna find these kids?

It's not your concern. We can leave.

For Christ's sake, how
many times do I gotta tell you

what happened to Medina
was not my fault, all right?

She said she
wanted nothing to do with us.

I just--I took her out of her word.

She has a punctured lung,

a ruptured spleen, and a fractured jaw.

So don't send an edible, Rachel.

Eh.

How many times? How
many times I gotta do it?

How many times I gotta say I'm sorry?

I don't know. You
haven't said it one time.

Ah, you're so full of shit.

All this is about is about
the goddamn kid in the picture, right?

You think he's like you.

Yes, he's alone in Juarez.

Do you even care?

How do you know that?
How do you know he's like you?

You are so weird, Chris.

You get these ideas in
your head and you just upset--

God damn it, you
know how exhausting it is?

My entire life I've had
to clean him after the weird kid.

You know that? I'm not weird.

Oh, you're not weird?

Every fucking time we
move, we go to a new town,

and you show up with your fits.

Your rock, your
stupid Solomon Brunny bullshit.

Then I gotta beat somebody's
ass because they put their hands on you.

No, you like to fight.

Oh, I ain't the goddamn point.

The point is I always
get your fucking back, Chris.

I get your back. You ever say thank you?

Wow, gee, thanks, Prax.
Thank you for getting my back.

Thank you. You are
the best goddamn brother.

What are you doing?
What are you-- God damn it!

What, you just gotta leave?

Fuck. You know
what? You wanna go to Juarez?

Hey, let's go to Juarez.

Good for you. Let's
go get our asses shot off.

My drone's not responding.

I lost a feed.

Field trip, follow
them. Get on the bus. Get them on.

Let's go! Everybody out!

Field trip, get them on the bus!

You found it?

We found it.

How far?

11 minutes.

Okay. We'll wait till
dark and then we'll go in.

Can you kill the lights?

Yes, but it won't matter.

Why not?

The children will
be dead before it's dark.

Rastaf. Yeah.

Thank you.

Get them all out! Hey!

All the kids on the bus! Field trip!

[gun shots]

Where'd everybody go? La Ruda!

I don't know! I don't know!

La Ruda! La Ruda!

Hey! Move on there!

Hold it now!

Hold it right there!

Come on! You got it!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know! Come on!

Come on! I don't know!

I don't know! Come on!

Where you at, kid? No, no, no, no.

Where the fuck are you?

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know!

I don't know!

Hey, kid! Where you at?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?
Don't fuck with me, kid!

Try to get me
killed? Get off! We're moving!

Come on! This way! This way!

Lenny!

He's done, he's done!

Fire back! He's out
in front of all the fuckers!

I'm going to take it! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Fuck the fuck!

Where'd they go? Where did they go?

I'm going to take it!

No!

They're both out!

They're here!

No! Here, kid!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire away!

Fire, kid!

They're out!

They're out!

Fire! Fire!

They're out!

They're out!

Fire!

They're out!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Ugh!

Let's go, let's go!

Come!

explicitly Brian,
tell the police to quit!

What happened?

Bombo!

You're hit?

I'm good.

I'm good. Go.

It's all right.

I'm fine.

Hey, stop.

Do this a fucking job.

I got you, motherfuckers.

Go. Go, Chris.

Go.

Get to those kids.

Go.

Put the fierno away.

Whoa!

Let's go.

No, come here!

I need to seal it.

Help him out!

Help him off the bus.

Get off the bus, let's get this over with.

Come on.

Get in the fucking hole!

Get in the hole now, hurry up!

Move!

Move!

My own person in front of you, go!

Come on, hold up, hold up.

Fire, fire!

You again, you again!

Hey, back up, back the fuck up!

Solomon Grundy.

Hey, I got a heavy figure!

Christendom Tuesday.

I'm not the guy you want.

Burke is the guy you want.

Listen to me, man.

I died on Saturday.

Listen to me!

Burke is the--

(gun firing)

That was the end of Solomon Grundy.

Alberto Sanchez.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's not being.

It's not being.

You're safe.

It's okay.

It's cool, yeah, but...

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

Who's that?

Hey, Chris, stop the bus.

What?

Stop the bus, man, just--

Open the door.

Open the door, Digdon.

Hello.

Hi.

Hey.

Hi, who are you?

Hi.

Chris.

She looks really good.

Hmm.

You wanna come over with me?

Chris.

Hey.

Hey.

Look at her.

Yeah.

You gonna be mine?

As I suspected.

What do you think, man?

What should I call her?

Huh?

That's a male captain.

Da.

Batu Donetsk, owner of
the largest kill squad in Europe.

I'm sorry.

You have me confused as someone else.

52 years old, born in Nizhny, Navgarab,

Russian-Romanian Mongol descent.

Seven years in the
prison known as the Black Dolphin,

married four times,
one child by a mistress.

Would you like me to tell
you the mileage on your Bentley?

What can I do for you?

Terminate the
contract on Mary Beth Medina.

Why would I do that?

Let me tell you a story.

Speak.

Guanacaste province, Costa Rica.

Write it down.

How about you do your fucking job

and stick to the contract?

You said the contract would stay in place

until that treasury bitch was dead.

Or until you expired.

The red?

Well, I am very much alive.

Consider it done.

Good.

When?

Momentarily, sir.

Goodbye.

(sighs)

(whistling)

(birds chirping)

(somber music)

(chattering)

Thanks.

Gentlemen.

Hello.

How are you?

Good to see you. Deputy director.

You doing okay?

Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good.

Thanks so much.

(chattering)

(somber music)

(chattering)

Harbor Neuroscience Academy.

This is deputy
director Medina, US Treasury.

Ma'am, I don't think you're calling

who you think you are.

I think I am.

I know you can hear me.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Ray found Edith, but you and Chris

helped me solve the rest of the puzzle.

Ray would be grateful.

And so am I.

Is that good, Edith?

Awesome.

All right, let's go.

Come on, let's go, Miles.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Yeah.

(somber music)

One eye open, I look away

I was searching but couldn't take anymore

But the best idea that I ever had

Is to seek the
answers I've been looking for

One eye close to indifference

To the things I did nothing about

And I've waged this war for far too long

Wanna change it, wanna stamp it out

So follow me

Kid's unbelievable.

Rex is like, it's wildly unfair.

He's a child.

I don't care he's a child.

I'm a man, you're a man.

He's a kid, that's a cat, who cares?

The point is we're
supposed to be taking turns.

He's been holding my cat
for the last hour and a half, Chris.

So when's it my turn?

How much longer, man?

Alberto, 1,200 for the harbor?

I made it to the end of the car.

Oh, 1,200 for the other one.

It's amazing, it's
amazing how you can just come up

with that but you can't
figure out how long it takes

to give somebody else
a turn holding the damn cat.

It's like a fucking genius.

Just out of idle curiosity,

what are your plans
after we drop others at harbor?

My plans?

I don't know.

Do you think, well, I
made a reservation at an RV park

at the Chateau Chie
for after we drop off Alberto

in mid, I thought
we could go hiking there.

You made a reservation?

Just an idea.

And what, we'd stay in the Airstream?

I think it'd be fun.

I think it might be fun too.

(laughing)

Follow me

Help me out

I have no guarantees

But the shade of a safe house