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[Sullivan] Did Rosemary
say what this is?

Just what I told you: to haul
ass for an emergency confab.

Parley between branches?

It sounded like something
we haven't been privy to.

Either that or somebody's
forgotten protocols and purviews.

Oh, don't squirt
your shorts, Sully.

When your bureau boys shit the
bed, we'll be there to mop up.

Send the bill to Langley.

[Sullivan] Yeah. You're
doing a great job in Vietnam.

[chuckles] Fuck you very much.

[Ewing] Sir, we came
as soon as we could.

Gentlemen...

we've got a big fucking problem.

[theme music playing]

Precious fucking cargo.

One of a kind,

built by the most paranoid, batshit
billionaire genius in the world,

and you let it get jacked.

-Sax, listen...
-It wasn't just a priceless car.

It was a fucking payment
for the Russian deal.

From Howard fucking Hughes.

Do you have any idea

-how much that ride was worth?
-A lot.

No shit, motherfucker!
That was rhetorical.

There are mistakes, Agent Hayes.

And then there are
patterns of dereliction.

I'm away two weeks, and
this office goes to shit.

Agent Abbott says you've
been defying directives

from him and more
experienced agents.

Entering a medical facility without
proper authorization, and for what?

To harass a former respected bureau
standout like Breen, who's now dead?

I was following a solid lead.

Did I say you could speak?

No, sir. You did not.

So you had your
dick in your hand

while my boy was being molly-whopped
by some vacuum slingers.

You better thank your sweet fucking
baby Jesus that my boy is all right.

I could have lost him
and a million-dollar car.

A million dollars.

You were directly advised
to stay away from Breen,

that he'd gone off the rails...

Ezra Saxton is planning
something with the Russians.

It's big. You want inside
access into Snowbird?

Well, I'm within reach of
that, sir. Inches away.

How many inches?

-Sir, that's...
-That better be less

than three fucking inches!

Two inches, sir.

What I've got planned
can work. I know it.

Forty-eight hours is
all I'm asking, sir.

[Saxton] Do you speak Russian?

Because my interpreter just got
arrested for fucking tax fraud.

Just get out! Get
out! You're done.

Sax, listen, I can help.

I don't need another
goddamn thing from you.

Get the fuck out of my
house. You are finished here.

Ooh-whee!

You could hear that ass whooping
all the way in the Grand Canyon!

Shut the fuck up!

[man on radio] This Fourth of July holiday
is an appropriate time for every American

to reflect on the deeper meaning of
the momentous events in Philadelphia.

One hundred and ninety-six
years ago, today,

John Adams summed up that
meaning in a letter to his wife.

He wrote, "I am well aware of
the toil and blood and treasure

that it will cost us to
maintain this declaration.

Yet, through all the gloom, I can see
the rays of ravishing light and glory.

I can see that the end is more
than worth all the means."

It's over. I got fired,
Baltimore, I'm out.

Well, get your ass back in.

I promised my boss
results within 48 hours.

I've got a whole plan with
the Russian interpreter...

You can kiss that plan goodbye.

'Cause his interpreter just
got picked up for tax fraud.

Yeah, I know. I
made that happen.

What are you, the fucking IRS
now? Why get him arrested?

I'm gonna be Saxton's
new interpreter.

[scoffs] Get the fuck out of
here. Like you speak Russian.

[chuckles]

[speaking Russian]

[in English] How the fuck
do you speak Russian?

My mother is a comparative
lit professor at Morgan State.

She specializes in Southern Gothic
Americana and Slavic studies.

I grew up with Zora Neale Hurston
books piled on the kitchen table

beside Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy.

Learned how to read and
speak Russian and German,

so I need you to get me in.

How am I supposed to vouch for
you if Sax won't even talk to me?

What about your father?

If Saxton trusts him,
maybe he could help.

You want me to ask my
pop to shill for you?

Sax is his oldest friend.

And he doesn't know
what we know about Joey.

Well, maybe it's
time you tell him.

My old man's had
enough heartbreak.

I ain't telling him
till I know for sure.

It's our only play.

I have two days to move
fucking mountains in this case.

So either you get your father
to help, or we're both fucked.

Assuming Jim gets him to flip,
you think his dad can help?

Yeah, Wade Ellis was Saxton's
consigliere for years.

-Consigliere?
-Yeah, like Tom Hagen to Vito Corleone.

Wait, I don't...

-You haven't seen The Godfather?
-No.

You're a federal agent, and
you haven't seen The Godfather?

-Nina, I'm messing with you. [chuckles]
-Thank fucking God.

-I saw it five times.
-Thought I'd have to find a new partner.

-Heard Braddock came down on you hard.
-Nothing I can't handle.

We'll see.

Good morning. Hey, no pressure.

But I saw that you still
haven't signed up for the ISOBL.

Intra-office softball league.

Our Phoenix office is playing
the Yuma office next week.

Yeah, baseball is
not really my thing.

It's softball, and
it is super fun,

and it'd be really nice to
have some ladies sign up.

Right now it's just me and
Louella from accounting.

And she cannot catch a
ball to save her life.

-I'll think about it.
-Splendid.

Oh, Agent Tolliver has the
analysis of Breen's medication.

He's in the conference room.

Max! Finally. Great.

Thanks.

Loads of fun and
fresh air guaranteed.

You're saying the hospital
was giving him LSD?

-They were dosing Breen with acid?
-In high dosage, too.

Is there any possible
therapeutic reasoning for that?

None that I can find.

But certainly it would have put
him in a constant fugue state.

To make him seem batshit crazy.

Not the medical term I would
use, but it looks that way.

Hayes, I wish you'd
take my advice.

I can't let this case go.

I think we're onto
something big.

That's what worries me.

Whoever did this to Breen,

I'd hate to see
them do it to you.

So?

Clyde says half the patients
at Kirkbridge are provided meds

from outside physicians,
including Breen,

which means that it was a doctor
outside the hospital dosing him.

Who was the doctor?

The name on file
was Dr. Ben Visili.

Let's go.

[Ewing] A certain
something has gone missing.

It needs to be tracked down...

post-haste and pre-catastrophe.

Intriguing.

Had a meeting this
morning with Sullivan...

and a third party.

How high up?

Let's just say it was in a
room that's "oval in shape."

Well, shit.

So tell me...

what's gone missing?

[Awan] This is the address
for Dr. Ben Visili?

This is weird.

[Nina] Ben Visili.

Vis...

Vis... Visi...

Ben Vis...

Visi-ben, Vis...

It's an anagram.

The letters. Look,
they spell invisible.

Breen wasn't crazy.

Whatever is going on here
involves the FBI and CIA,

the Russians, and Howard Hughes...
and Saxton and Joey and Xavier.

And whatever the hell it is,
it's a coordinated effort.

[man on radio] Nixon says emphatically
that the White House is in no way involved

in the burglary and bugging of
the Democratic headquarters.

And he'll have no further
comment on that matter.

Mr. Nixon...

Charlotte got you
dressing up cars now?

Ah, she wants us to
enter the Freedom Parade.

But goddamn sticky tape
won't fucking stick.

Freedom Parade?

Ah, it's a Legion
thing, for vets.

Maybe Sax will come
along for a ride, too.

Well, don't just stand there, boy.
Help me make it look more festive.

Pops, I need to talk
to you about something.

About Joey.

I've been trying to get a line
on what happened that night.

It led me somewhere
I don't like.

Say it plain, boy.

It looks like it
was a hit after all.

Who arranged it?

I think it was Sax.

Look, I know what you're gonna
say, but it all points his way.

That C-4, Paris
Gilford sold it to Sax.

There's no way.

Why would... He had
no reason to kill him.

I don't know. Maybe Joey found
out something Sax didn't like.

But I talked to Paris myself.

I don't care!

You got it all twisted.
It's that fucking fed.

She's playing you, Jimmy.
She's all up in your head.

No, Pop. She's on to something.

I don't know where it goes,
but Joey was a part of it.

She's getting
closer. She just...

She needs our help
getting in with Sax.

"Our help." You're
fucking crazy.

I'd do it myself, but Sax
cut me loose this morning.

-Cut you loose? What the hell for?
-It doesn't matter.

I'm asking you to go see him.

Tell him I mentioned him
needing a Russian interpreter.

Tell him you got
someone to recommend.

Ezra Saxton dragged my sorry bleeding
ass through six miles of mud, shit,

mortars and hellfire, Jimmy...

You think I want to
be accusing Sax...

He's family!

He'd never hurt my son.

You tell that fucking
fed bitch to go to hell.

You said yourself we gotta
find out what happened.

Well, I found a thread, and I'm gonna
keep pulling till I unravel this thing.

Joey deserved better.
He deserves the truth.

I'm asking you to
do this for him.

I can't fucking look at you.

Whatever Breen knew, they went to
crazy lengths to keep him quiet.

And who are they?

And why would Breen help cover
up what happened to Joey Ellis?

-Maybe he was working for them.
-For who?

I don't know. Um, Xavier?

[Jim on radio] White Heat
lookin' for Top Dog, come back.

-[Nina] Copy. Go ahead, White Heat.
-The old man didn't go for it.

The Hail Mary was a bust,
and so is your plan. Over.

That's not good enough. Over.

I'm all out of moves.

If something comes up, you'll
know. Till then, I'm over and out.

Now what?

If Ellis can't fix
this, I'll do it myself.

And the more I talk to
the other women drivers,

the more I'm seeing how
fucked the system is.

Ain't that the truth?

So we are talking
about what to do next.

Hey, what's up with you?

-Hey, Uncle Jim.
-Hey.

You coming to Theresa's
barbecue tonight?

Mija, David's coming tonight.

I know, but Uncle
Jim can come, too.

-It's just down the block.
-[Izzy] Well, I'm sure he's really busy.

Actually, I suddenly
got some time.

-[sighs]
-How about I bring some fireworks?

Sparklers and bottle rockets?

-Sure.
-Hold on now.

M-80s, cherry bombs, air bombs.

If it's big and loud and goes
bang, we're setting it off tonight.

All right!

There's nobody I'd rather
watch fireworks with more.

[sentimental music playing]

[knocking on door]

Wade Ellis. I'm Agent Nina Hayes.
I've been working with your son.

-He shouldn't have sent you.
-Jim doesn't know I'm here.

-[Charlotte] Wade, who is it?
-I got it.

Look, unless you got a
warrant, I suggest you leave.

You don't know me, but
I know Ezra Saxton.

From his old days in Philly.

I watched him rip my family
apart. The same way he did yours.

Saxton would never
hurt my family.

My father thought
the same thing.

But you don't get to where Saxton is
without leaving a trail of bodies,

rivals, partners, even old
friends, like my father was.

They were close.

Until my father told Saxton he wanted
out of their business arrangement.

Saxton didn't like that.

He made threats, but my
father wouldn't back down.

So Saxton killed him.

-Bullshit.
-Would I be here if it weren't true?

I came out of Quantico
with one mission:

to get the man who
killed my father.

Mr. Ellis, I may be
the enemy in your eyes,

but if he killed your son,
what does that make Saxton?

I thought you would
have left town by now.

Wow. Bad news travels fast.

When Daddy gets pissed,
everybody knows.

Pissin' off fathers
seems to be my specialty.

You and me both.

Blackstock from Scotland.

Best bottle I got.

PS: you're not the only one
whose life's a mess right now.

Hey, what's going on?

Greek Sal's daughter.
She was at Elvis' house.

She's getting married. So what?

She's my girlfriend.

-Was anyway.
-Greek Sal's kid is your girl?

Has been for 18 months.

Holy shit. Does your pop know?

Hell no.

He hates Greek Sal so
much, I couldn't tell him.

I mean, he's seen me with
other women before...

but he just pretends it's some phase
I'll graduate from, like college.

But, baby, college is
where I got my PhD.

[both chuckle]

Greek Sal is making her become
some shipping asshole's son's wife.

It's some old-school
consolidation of power shit.

Daphne don't want
to get married.

Hell no. It's all arranged.

Greek Sal just wants access to this
guy's family's shipping empire.

And of course, this way, he doesn't
have to face who Daphne really is.

[sighs] Fathers ruin
fucking everything.

I understand what
you asking me to do.

But you don't want it.

I'm telling you, sweetheart,
Sax has a way of looking at you

and seeing exactly who you are.

He'll know.

And if he don't catch a scent,
Billy the bloodhound will.

You ever been undercover?

I did well at the academy.

I did well in
sixth-grade biology,

but that don't make me
no fucking brain surgeon.

There was a cop back in '57,

he thought he'd get
the goods on Sax.

Instead, he disappeared.

Until his body parts start showing
up from New Mexico to Louisiana.

I vouch for you, and
you fuck this up,

you fuck me up, and you fuck
up what's left of my family.

I can pull this off.

It would have to be the
performance of your life.

Now, if you're going to look
Sax in the eyes and lie...

you're gonna need some
professional training.

We think we control our lives.

Truth is, it just happens.

There ain't nothing we can do.

To Daphne marrying the stupid
fucking son of a boat asshole.

To me in your pop's doghouse.

You know, we should be drinking
these at the wedding...

before burning the place
to the fucking ground.

[both chuckle]

Hey, we should go to
that wedding, sneak in.

-Fuck you, Goldilocks.
-You love Daphne, right?

-I do.
-Then you gotta get her back.

And if I can help blow
a deal for Greek Sal,

that's only good news for me.

You can't sneak
in without a tux.

I got one somewhere.

I'll grab it and pick you up.

We'll be back in
time for fireworks.

I just want to demonstrate
the three key principles...

of the professional actor.

Intention, belief and listening.

Know your character's goal.

Believe you are that person.

You don't believe it,
they won't believe it.

And listen like a moth.

You got that?

A moth?

Moths have remarkable hearing.

And what about... what
about stage fright?

Oh. It's real, and
it can be brutal.

I was in Minsky's Revue at
the Dunes... Frankie Vaughan.

Opening night, I
walked out on stage,

and I froze.

I was terrified.

What did you do?

A little trade secret that
Carol Channing taught me.

With one hand,

I crossed my fingers.

Just a little
reminder... I'm okay.

I focused on it
for a few seconds.

And I unfroze.

I killed that night.

What the fuck?

You react... Oh, fuck.

-What the...
-Listen, son.

-The hell are you doing here?
-This woman is our guest, asshole.

How'd this happen?

L... I... I changed my mind.

And Charlotte's helping me
with my undercover work.

[Jim scoffs] Holy shit!

Miss Dinner Theater 1933's
giving you acting lessons?

1941, jackass.

-She's got some great tips.
-Yeah, for the casting couch maybe.

[screams] I cannot
talk to him. I cannot.

Angel pie, wait, wait,
wait. God damn it, Jim.

-[Nina] What's the tux for?
-None of your business.

Neither is my fucking father.

You should've told me
before talking to him.

I told you about my plan.

You didn't say anything about
showing up on his doorstep.

What happens if Sax comes
by while you're here?

I wouldn't be here if
you hadn't screwed up.

If Sax put the hit out on Joey,

believe me, I want him to
pay for it as bad as you do.

But not if it means getting
my father killed, too.

Just get yourself back
on Saxton's good side,

then maybe I won't have
to clean up your mess.

I'm working on it.

My man! [chuckles]

Memories of Mount Suribachi.

It's been too long.

Yeah.

I tried calling to see if
you're gonna be at the parade.

Marcy said that you're
in some kind of funk.

Guessin' you won't be
ridin' at the Legion?

I've got some things on my mind.

Jim tell you about this morning?

Yeah, some.

From what I hear,
you could use...

Wait, damn, did
I... did I bring...

Oh...

[both laugh]

Now you're talking.

[Awan] I was able to set up your
cover. Your name is Nina Saint James.

Damn. I've seen a lot of
fake IDs. This work is good.

Had a little side
gig in college.

They look incredible,
just like the real thing.

Forged some certifications
and business cards,

and set up a line on
our last extension.

Awan, you're amazing.

I'm gonna play your secretary. I
already have my character's name.

-Oh, you do? What's her name?
-Tiffany.

Tiffany Raquel Patterson.
I'm so excited to help.

I just have one condition.

You both play in
the softball league.

-[sighs] All right. Fine.
-Really?

Groovy. Thank you.

[Saxton chuckles] Oh.

Genesis and Royce, like night
and day. One is defiant as hell,

the other's always
doing dumb shit.

Oh, fucking kids. They
can't help who they are.

Genesis, she was always the
sharp one, just like my Joey was.

-Boy, I miss that kid.
-Yeah.

Two long years. God damn,
I'm still hung up on it.

How he lived, how he
died. The accident.

If that's what it was.

We shook down everyone who
breathed the same air as Joey.

Came up empty.

I just can't let it go.

So I figured I'd do
some more digging.

See what turns up.

I pulled you off the floor of
every bar from here to Las Cruces

when we lost Joey.

Practically had to tie you down
to force a meal down your throat.

Only time I've seen you worse

is full of Japanese shrapnel
on that island from hell.

Opening that wound again...

Well, I don't know.

Yeah. Yeah. Well,
maybe you're right.

[clears throat]

If you need to take your mind off
things, you can always come back anytime.

Charlotte won't be happy...

-[chuckles]
-...but I can use you now more than ever.

Jimmy said you've
gone multi-national.

Hiring interpreters now.

I got something hot with
some Soviet thieves.

But my fucking interpreter
just got pinched for tax fraud,

if you can believe that.

I still got my magic Rolodex.

So you...

you got the right
man for the job?

I just might.

But in this case, the right
man might just be a lady.

[phone rings]

Nina Saint James's office.

This is Tiffany. Tiffany
Raquel Patterson.

How may I help you?

["How Strong Is
a Woman" playing]

There seems to be some conflict

As to who the strongest is

Some would say that
it's hard to tell

When they're both
bringing home the check

I heard a woman say she can do

Anything any man can

I'm here to tell you That
the woman that said it

Ain't even have herself
a man If you wanna know

How strong is a woman?

How strong is a woman?

Well I can tell you that

Where are you off
to all dressed up?

I've got a meeting. Why?

Because I've been watching
you and your partner.

My gut says you're up to
something I won't like.

I don't care what you like.

I'm doing my job,

and I'm getting real tired of
you looking over my shoulder

and threatening me, and
doubting what I am capable of.

So hear me loud and clear.

The answer to the question,
"where am I off to,"

is always trying to make
the progress on this case

that wasn't made
before I got here.

Now if you'll excuse me.

How strong is a woman?

How strong is a woman...

Nina Saint James.

What qualifies you
to work with us?

I'd like to think my
resume speaks for itself.

What about discretion?

Well, I'd suggest you ask the
man I worked for at the UN.

But those negotiations
were top secret.

And I'd never give
you their names.

We got to test your
language skills.

[speaking Russian]

[in English] I asked,
if you speak Russian,

why do you need an interpreter?

Hey. Here she is.

A buddy from Leningrad.

Allo?

[speaks Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[chuckles]

[in English] Your friend
wants to speak with you.

Sounds more like
he's from Pargolovo.

[phone rings]

Yeah, it's me.

[man on phone] What you got?

Two complications.

What do you want
first: bad or worse?

Worse.

Tricky Dick knows
what got lifted.

Fuck. How?

I don't know.

He saw Sullivan and Ewing this
morning, now they know, too.

Jesus. Do they know
about Khakarov?

Don't seem to.

Ewing came to me to clean it up.

[sighs] What's the "bad?"

We've got a wrench in Phoenix.

I've got multiple calls about a new
fed poking around Saxton's operation,

and I'm not sure we have time
to get her in our pocket.

No, we don't.

Get out of there as soon as
you can, you take care of it.

-You got that?
-[sighs]

Xavier, I'm one step ahead.

Already got my
ticket to Phoenix.

[big band music playing]

You look mighty fine.

[Izzy] Nice shoes.

Well, it's a wedding. Somethin'
borrowed, somethin' blue...

Just rolling along

And I'm quitting the
blues of the world

Just singing a song

"Glory Hallelujah" I
just told the Parson

"Hey, Par, get ready to call"

Just like Humpty Dumpty

I'm going to fall

I'm sitting on top of the world

-I'm glad you could make it.
-Yeah.

Don't forget that thing I asked
you about. I want it taken care of.

Good.

And our other situation.

Did he beg?

-Like a poodle.
-[chuckles]

That's the stepmom,
Ann-Margret over there.

The third stepmom.

How many of those are you gonna
fucking have? Enough already.

As many as I want.
As many as I want.

-Hi.
-[Genesis] That's Bobbi.

Daphne said she's calling the
shots for this whole shindig,

so she'll be the one escorting
my girl out of the bridal suite.

How much time do you need
to track down Daphne?

[Genesis] This place is
crawling with security.

Ten minutes?

Piece of cake. Meet at the car.

Don't be late.

Hi there.

Hello.

So, sister of the bride
standing here without a drink?

That ain't right.

[Bobbi] Not quite,
but you're sweet.

-[Jim] I prefer to be naughty.
-[chuckles]

We should find
somewhere private.

Down the hall.

[knocking on door]

I still need a few minutes.

Ready or not, here I come.

-G?
-D.

What are you doing here?

If my father sees you...

I snuck in to sneak you out.

So... what's so important
you couldn't tell me

with all those people around?

Promise not to laugh.

I might do a lot of things, but
laughing won't be one of them.

When I saw you, I got this...

[grunts] Oh, hey.

I'm not asking you to choose me.

I'm asking you to choose you.

I'm hoping you find a way out.

[inaudible conversation]

[both mouthing]

It's almost time, sir.
We started seating.

Should we send someone up
to check in on the bride?

Isn't my wife doing that?

[softly] We don't know
where she is, sir.

Emile, Javier, get over here.

Send someone to see what's
taking Daphne so long.

-Everybody's antsy.
-Yes, Mr. Salvatore.

Leon. Angelo. Get up to Daphne's
suite. See what's going on.

We're on it.

Where the fuck is my wife?

Maybe this isn't
such a good idea.

Shut up and take your pants off.

-Maybe another time.
-No, no. No.

Check on Daphne. I'll
be right behind you.

[Leon] Mrs. Salvatore.

Jim fuckin' Ellis.

Hey, man, this ain't
what you think...

["Proud Mary" playing]

Left a good job in the city

Fuck.

Working for the man
every night and day

Well, I never lost
one minute of sleeping

Worrying 'bout the way
Things might've been

- Big wheel, keep
on turning - Turning

- Proud Mary, keep
on burning - Burning

Rolling

Rolling...

The fuck...

Rolling, and we're rolling

Rolling on the river

River [vocalizing]

Rolling

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

Cleaned a lot of
plates in Memphis

Pumped a lot of 'tane
down in New Orleans

But I never saw the
good side of the city

Let's get out of here,
they're on our ass!

Hold on.

- Big wheel, keep
on turning - Turning

- Proud Mary, keep
on burning - Burning

Rolling

- Rolling - Yeah

[yelling indistinctly]

-Holy shit.
-They're aiming at the tires.

They're trying to get you.

Rolling on the river

River [vocalizing]

Fuck, your father
hires good drivers.

-You got iron?
-Glove box.

If you come down to the river

[speaking in other language]

[in English] Motherfucker!

It doesn't feel like they're
aiming at fucking tires.

Get your fucking ass out
the window and shoot.

You do the driving,
and I do the shoot.

-Yeah, you fucking...
-You drive, and I shoot.

Rolling

- Rolling - Yeah

Rolling on the river

Shit, I'm out.

-What about these?
-Not the fireworks.

-I need those.
-Fuck that, they're on us!

Let's blind them.

Take that fucker Ellis out.

What happened to shooting tires?

He ain't getting away
with Sal's kid. Fuck him.

All right

Left a good job in the city

Working for the man
every night and day

And I never lost one
minute of sleeping

Worrying 'bout the way
Things might've been

- Big wheel, keep
on turning - Turning

Proud Mary, keep on burning

-Whoo!
-[laughs]

[Genesis] All right.
Keep 'em coming.

Rolling, and we're rolling

Rolling on the river

River [vocalizing]

-I can't see. I can't see.
-Try to avoid one of them.

-Fuck!
-Avoid one of them.

Don't burn my seats.

Hey, take this.

That was Luna's favorite.

They're still coming,
and we're almost out.

Grab that big one.

- Big wheel, keep
on turning - Turning

- Proud Mary, keep
on burning - Burning

Rolling

- Rolling - Yeah

Rolling on the river

We're rolling.

Rolling, rolling on the river

-Whoo!
-[both laugh]

Rolling

Rolling on the river

[all laughing]

Rolling

Rolling, rolling...

-You're gonna like these.
-[speaking spanish]

[David] She's like
a miniature you.

She's so great with her.

You are, too.

Hey, when's Uncle Jim
coming with the fireworks?

Uh... he should be here soon.

Okay.

[whispers indistinctly]

-Mmm. Mmm.
-Yeah.

-Thank you.
-Anytime.

Nice driving, Goldilocks.

Nice throwing, Tom Seaver.

-[both chuckle]
-I'll put in a good word with Daddy.

[melancholy music playing]

Hey, Luna.

Tracked down something
I think you might like.

Awesome! Can we set some off?

Hell yeah. Which one
you want to do first?

The big one. Come on.

Marrying into that family
would've given Greek Sal access

to half the shipping
ports in Europe.

That asshole has
stolen so much from me.

And now he loses the biggest deal of
his sorry-ass life because of you.

[chuckles] Karma, motherfucker.

I didn't just do it for you.

-I did it for her.
-I don't want to hear about all that.

-It's the truth.
-Well...

What you did tonight,

it's what a Saxton would do.

There's gonna be blowback,

but I'm grateful for what
you did tonight, rabbit.

Thank you.

And just so you know, I couldn't
have done it without Jim.

I know what happened with the Hughes
car, but you've got to let it go.

I'm still working on
replacing that money.

-Daddy.
-I'll take it under advisement.

-Looking good.
-Thanks, Billy.

New interpreter's in the
conference room, waiting for you.

Happy Fourth of July.

Ezra Saxton.

Nina Saint James.

-I see you survived the pre-meeting.
-Uh-huh.

I hope to survive this one, too.

-Where are you from?
-All over.

Uh, my dad was Air Force,

so I grew up on bases all
around, mostly Europe.

-That right?
-Mmm.

I was in the
Marines. 36th Depot.

Wonder if I ever crossed
paths with your dad.

Could have.

Small world.

How did you come
to pick up Russian?

There ain't a whole lot of
interpreters who look like you.

My dad was stationed on a
base outside of Hamburg.

He was a code-breaker.

And he thought it might be useful if
I learned the language of the enemy.

So he had me take lessons.

How do you feel about violence?

-I prefer to avoid it.
-I mean the threat of it.

Do you panic? Lose your way?

I'd be lying if I said the work I
do doesn't go upside down sometimes.

If that were to occur...

what would you do?

My family came to the
States when I was a kid.

When I was 19, a man
pulled me into an alley,

held a knife to my throat.

But what I discovered...

is that when things
get bad, I get good.

I stay calm and think straight.

What happened in the alley?

I fought him.

He ran off.

And here I am today,
telling you the story.

Which...

Which I could also tell
you in flawless Russian.

[chuckling]

[both chuckling]

[exhales]

["America" playing]

Let us be lovers We'll
marry our fortunes together

I've got some real
estate here in my bag

So we bought a
pack of cigarettes

And Mrs. Wagner pies

And walked off to
look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded
A Greyhound in Pittsburgh

Michigan seems like
a dream to me now

It took me four days To
hitchhike from Saginaw

I've gone to look for America

[Billy over radio]
Dusty Clutch, you there?

Yeah, I copy.

Boss needs you at HQ. ASAP.

10-4.

You asked for me?

I heard about the wedding.

It sounded like
a hell of a time.

That it was.

Got a Russian meeting
coming up next week.

I'm gonna need all hands.

Welcome back.

Let me introduce you to someone.

Jim Ellis...

meet Nina Saint James.

So what's the plan?

We clean up this fucking mess.

Drive.

[closing theme music playing]