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You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Come on, let's go.

Shit.

Come on, you fuck.

Get out.

Fucking heavy as shit.

God damn.

Shit!

Shit. No.

What do you want?

When I was a child
in bed one night,

I was visited by
the Lord himself.

This a long story?
I only came for half a tank.

He spoke to me

words I'd heard before
at Southwest Christian:

"Take delight in
the Lord, Wesson,

and he will give you all
the desires of your heart."

Lord said your name?

Personalized.

He did.

You were in bed.
Might have been a dream.

It was no dream, friend.

And I've obeyed His word
ever since.

He sits with me
in the patrol car,

keeps me alive
on the streets of Phoenix,

puts me in the right place
at the right time.

He put me downtown
the other night

where I saw your ass

chattin' it up
with your new friend,

that colored girl.

Oh, what's worse, Jimbo,
is I know who she is.

I know what she is.

She's a fuckin' Fed.

You must be confused.

I wonder how confused
Sax will be

when he hears about your little
dalliance with the FBI.

At best, real hard to explain.

So what is it your heart desires

to keep your mouth shut?

I imagine it would be worth
quite a bit to you,

keeping Sax in the dark.

Just get to the number.

10 grand.

- 10 fucking grand?
- That's the price.

That's what the Lord suggested?

5:00 tonight,
the old Benson barn.

Be there with 10 grand,

or Sax is gonna know
the whole story.

Your old man's
already buried one son,

or what was left of him.

Be a real shame if
he had to bury the other.

Sax mention what this was about?

Nah, just that he wanted
to see you first thing.

Huh.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

So a case of the new
Diamondbacks,

two of the Remington 44s.

Yes.

And five of the AR-180s.

You wire that 125K by 5:00,

and I'll send you
a case of Chateau Zin.

All right.

You wanted to see me?

I heard...

About what you did.

Listen, Sax...

You pumped his fucking heart

with your own hands.

First you raced
that new heart into town,

and then you kept my son alive
to receive it.

I can't repay that.

But, uh, here's a little
something extra for you.

Boss, you don't need to do that.

Oh, bullshit.

We can all use some extra
at one point or another.

Hey, look,
I'm sorry about all this.

Re-spackling the ceiling.

Look, this is for you.

This is to pay off Carlo.

And this is for our
new friend, Bob Temple.

He called this morning.

Sounds like he wants
to be a team player.

Oh, yeah?

So no need for those photos.

Oh.

Good for a rainy day, hm?

Look, I got a breakfast meeting.

Thanks again.

Hey, Goldilocks.

You OK?

Hanging on by my balls.

You?

I'm here to check on
"Big Head."

When you coming by the lounge?

You got at least a couple
bottles of free whiskey

headed your way.

This weekend, if you're lucky.

You know I am.

You gotta try the hotcakes.

I prefer hoecakes.

Hoecakes?

Same thing,
except with cornmeal,

salt, and Southern charm.

Mm.

Report from the Phoenix PD

says that Jim Ellis was
at the scene

when Joey died,
which he didn't mention.

That's concerning.

He's a witness.

I mean, the fact that
he didn't tell me that

doesn't fill me with confidence.

And Agent Breen's
case files on Saxton,

every one of them missing.

I mean, the hell is that about?

Come on in. Come on in.

I've been waiting.

Nina.

What?

- Don't turn around.
- Why?

Awan, what is it?

No, no, no, no.

Ezra Saxton just walked in.

I've never seen him
in the flesh.

Wish I could say the same.

When have you seen him?

A long time ago in South Philly

when I was a kid.

Seriously?

Yeah, his operation
wasn't as big then.

It was nothing like Snowbird.

But he was always dangerous.

You knew him?

How?

You can't just drop
a story like that without...

What matters is taking
that motherfucker down.

Breaker breaker, this is Top Dog

looking for White Heat.

You got your ears on?

Copy, Top Dog.

Parking garage behind
the Movie House on Dunlap.

Be there.

You didn't see fit
to tell me you were there

the night Joey was killed?

Why does it matter where I was?

Because, Jim,
if we're gonna work together,

I need you to tell me
things like that.

What did you see?

Why were you there?

I don't know if I can trust you.

We've got bigger problems.

A bible-thumping dirty cop
saw us talking.

Bible-thumping?

He knows you're a Fed,

and he's threatening
to tell Sax.

Are you fucking with me?

Look at my face.

When I'm fucking with somebody,

I don't get this vein
in my forehead.

What does this cop want?

10 grand by tonight.

Baltimore, I need your help.

Do you think I carry
that kind of money?

I think the Bureau does.

I haven't given the Bureau shit.

Until you start
delivering for me,

my leverage
in that office is zero.

Deliver for you?

Because of you, they're gonna
be finding pieces of me

in the desert for 100 years.

Thanks for your help.

I am helping,

to get to the truth.

You can't trust Saxton.

And now you gotta help me.

Bank records,
inventory lists, contacts.

Say I give you all that.

You take Sax down.

How do I know you won't leave
me to get taken down with him?

You don't know if
you can trust me.

Well, Baltimore, I don't know
if I can trust you.

Till I deal with this dirty cop,

none of this matters anyway.

I need evidence, Jim.

Bring me something.

Where are you going?

You don't want to know.

Trust me, you wouldn't like it.

Fuck!

Lady at the bookstore said
it's his best one yet.

No way it's better than
"Andromeda Strain."

Thanks.

Where are you going
all dressed up?

Meeting some new friends.

A business opportunity.

Better not let Pops
hear you say that.

Hey, I'm a businesswoman.

I can do whatever I want.

You're a businesswoman
'cause Pops

bought a bar
and lets you run it.

Which has been turning
a profit ever since.

Chill out, G.

I'm just saying.
Just don't piss him off.

What? Be like you?

Daddy's lapdog?

You're so scared of him

that you won't even call
your own mother

to tell her you had surgery.

What?
That's not what...

Well, did you call her?

See?

You had a heart transplant

and still won't
pick up the phone

'cause he's still mad
after all these years

that she left his ass.

I used to get so pissed
at her for leaving.

Now I fucking get it.

What you getting mad at me for?

It's not my fault he won't
let you do Snowbird shit.

And why is that, do you think?

'Cause he's old school.

It's 'cause I'm his daughter
and not his son.

It's as simple
and stupid as that.

I'm sick of his shit.

And yours.

Thanks for the book.

Call your fucking mother.

Sunglasses here?
I need to see him.

What are you waiting for?
A "pretty please"?

Wait here.

We've never met,
but I've heard about you

for a long time.

Flagstaff bounty hunter,
Mexicali barber,

Sonora City councilman
resigning in disgrace.

I, uh...

I take credit for none of that.

Yeah, that's the point.

I gotta get someone off my back,

and I need to do it quietly.

Ellis, you drive
for Saxton, right?

He's got people for that.

Can't go that way.

He can't know.

Who's the problem?

Cop.

Phoenix PD.

Name's Wesson Groomes.

Oh, the kiddie fucker.

Man's a goddamn pedo.

Use that shit against him.

What's your window?

Have to meet him
at the old Benson barn at 5:00.

You make it clear he needs

to leave me the fuck alone,
or that shit goes public.

Eight hours is gonna be
mighty tight.

Rush job on a cop is gonna
cost you something pretty,

three Gs.

I figured that.

So we got two options.

Option one, I give you 500 now,

pay the rest in installments.

This ain't a Buick dealership.

We don't offer payment plans.

Which brings me to option two.

Elvis Presley.

You mention the King,
speak well or not at all.

I know a young lady who's been

inside his Palm Springs home.

And in that home is
Presley's very own pair

of blue suede shoes.

Now, those are priceless,

and I can liberate 'em for you.

Oh.

I know those shoes.

You know what's
inscribed inside them?

I do not.

I do.

You bring back the wrong pair,
I'll know.

Genuine artifacts,
that I can promise.

Presley's shoes can be yours.
Say the word.

You don't have enough time.

Not to get to Palm Springs
and back by 5:00.

Which is our quandary.

The only solution is
a mutual leap of faith.

I'll do my part
as fast as I can,

you deal with Groomes at 5:00.

Did your brother ever
mention that last job?

What?

A job with you?

I only bring it up
because I liked him.

I know bad men,
but I know good men too.

Joey was good.

Yeah, he was.

Give you till midnight.

And when you're back
with my blue suede shoes,

Groomes won't be a problem
for you anymore.

But come back empty-handed,
I will be.

You motherfucker!

You stepmotherfucker.

I know what you did...
called the Feds,

tried to get me arrested.

I ain't gonna forget it.

Hey, Pops.

Jimmy?

Oh, hey, hey, hold on.

My husband doesn't
need your trouble.

He doesn't need
a gold-digging skank either,

but here we are.

Wade!

Hey, son.

I thought you were leaving town.

Situation changed.

I'm sticking around.
Lucky you.

He didn't call.

Oh, son, you really do
need to call.

In advance.

Well in advance.

Days, if possible.

Where's your glass cutter?

In the garage.

I'll handle it.

Fucker.

Hey, what about Sax?

I thought you said
some lady Fed was after him.

I'm dealing with her.

What about Mad Raoul?

I can't think of a worse guy
to piss off.

Yeah, one problem at a time.

Uh, down.
One of them boxes.

What you need the cutter for?

Gotta rob a house.

Don't want to trigger
any alarms.

Oh, goddamn.

Goddamn.

I remember that
pre-robbery feeling.

Crack of the glass
when you cut in,

click of the safe lock
when the tumblers line up,

the fuckin' danger.

Took years off my life,
but hell if I don't miss it.

Kind of in a hurry here, Pops.

Hey, why you on a job like that?

That's Sean's territory.

This ain't a job for Sax.

Doing a little quid pro quo
for Sunglasses.

Oh, Jesus Christ, kid!

Sunglasses?

Sunglass... you're messing
with all the wrong people.

You do not fuck with him.

I'm not fucking with him.

I'm taking care of my shit.

How can I help you?

Divorce Charlotte.

Goddamn it, Jim!

You are in deeper
than you think!

Stop looking at me like
I'm just a driver, all right?

You always thought that way,

that Joey can do anything
and I can't do shit.

That's bullshit!

It's just there's
a big difference

between doing heavy jobs

and living behind
a steering wheel.

I didn't come here
for a lecture, Pop.

Not everything is
a solo job, boy.

Just tell me what you need.

Wade Ellis, you offer
that delinquent help,

and you know what you won't
be getting from me.

- Angel Pie, I can handle this.
- Shut the fuck up, Charlotte.

Get out of my house, fuck-o.

If I need your help, I'll call.

The files were taken
by someone in this office...

maybe Breen himself
before he left.

You gotta eat, OK?

No good can come
from an empty stomach.

Then we have a CI
who's given us fuck-all

who I don't think we can trust.

Thank you.

Uh, what kind of taco is this?

- Nopales.
- What is that?

It's cactus, your favorite.

Christ. Come on.

You're cranky
'cause you're hungry.

I just want some hoecakes.

Agent Hayes,
your meeting is upstairs.

The officer who filed
the report on Joseph Ellis.

Oh, good.

And here, cactus taco.

Enjoy that.

- Iz, you got a quick minute?
- Oh, Jim.

This is perfect timing,
which you never have.

Izzy, I need your help
with something.

Me too. Come in.

So I already asked David,

but he got a double shift.

David? He's still around?

I need you to stay
and watch Luna.

What? Iz, no.
I got a job to do.

So all those talks we had

about you being there
for whatever I needed,

that was all bullshit?
- No, but...

This is what I need you for.

I got a doctor's appointment
in half an hour.

What's the appointment for?

You all right?

I'd be a hell of a lot better
if you'd help me out.

Look, I know it's last-minute,

but Luna's got this fever,
and somebody has to watch her.

Hey, Uncle Jim.

Hey, peanut.

Iz, listen, I really wanna help,

but I'm under the gun here.

Uncle Jim, listen to this.

You should be in bed, mija.

There's honey in the cupboard
if she starts coughing again.

Remember when you went to
Elvis's house in Palm Springs?

Do I remember?

Why were you so annoyed
by that, anyways?

It was like a year
before we even met.

I didn't like him stopping
random ladies on the street,

inviting them to party
with the King.

Get with the program, Jim.

Grown women can make
their own choices.

You know what song this is?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it's "This Land is Your Land."

No, listen carefully.

Luna, put that down and go rest.

Iz, I need you
to give me the layout

of the Elvis house, OK?

Where his office is,
entrance, bedrooms,

where those
blue suede shoes were.

I did see some bedrooms.

Cut that out.
Just draw the house.

I'll draw it if you stay.

I'll be back in 90 minutes.

Fine. Just do it.

OK, that's the entrance.

That's the living room.

Elvis's office is down here.

End of the hall...
that's where the shoes are.

Thanks.

I'll be back by noon.

Thanks for coming in.

I'm Agent Hayes.

Sergeant Groomes.

Glad to meet you.

This is Agent Bitsui.

Bitsui?

That Spanish?

Navajo.

Red and Black G-men and women,
I'll be damned.

God bless America.

Mm, would you mind

taking a look
at this police report

you filed a couple years back?

Joseph Ellis.

You knew him?

That was one messy night.

I knew him some.

Worked for Ezra Saxton.

Ellis had a brother.

Do you know that?

Jim Ellis.

Ever heard of him?

I'm more interested
in the report

than your opinion
on family members.

Yeah, well, Jim's a real SOB.

Anything he says
ain't worth a damn.

"The heart is deceitful
above all things

and desperately wicked."

Is that the Bible?

That's gospel, son.

Speaking of the good word,
it says in your report

that Joseph Ellis died
in a propane accident,

but there are inconsistencies

between your report
and the evidence on the scene.

You're telling me.

That was all your office.

It was one of your men
who told us

what the report needed to say.

I just did what I was told.

Who from our office?

Agent's name was Leland Breen.

He was the agent
on the Saxton case

before you, ain't that right?

Real shame,
what became of that man.

I'm still trying to figure
out the best strategy.

Well, if you got a ladder,
it would be easier, right?

Maybe, but...

I think this is the best move,

breaking in
through the bathroom.

Huh?
You're breaking a window?

Even better.
I got a glass cutter.

Cool. Where'd you get it?

It's my pop's.

I'm just borrowing it.

You knew my dad, didn't you?

Yeah.

He was a good guy.

What's your mama say about him?

She says he was honorable.

Uh, he sent her letters
from the war.

He was a hero over there,
but didn't make it back.

She says he loved me a lot.

He loved you something crazy.

All of Breen's files
are missing.

And there are inconsistenc...

That Chisholm gal...

what do you think about
her run for the presidency?

I think she's smart,
capable, prepared.

She is coming in too hot.

She's talking about, uh,
change this, circumvent that.

It's too much upheaval
for most folks,

especially from a woman.

And a Black woman at that?

She is in over her head.

Something you might know
a little about?

There are inconsistencies in
the Joey Ellis police report.

Meanwhile,
all Breen's files are missing.

I need to talk to him.

The ASAC insists that you
leave Agent Breen out of this.

He may know where
the missing files are.

He'll know about
the police report.

Breen was troubled
long before he was sent

to Kirkbridge
Mental Institution.

Was he married?

Maybe I could talk
to his wife...

Stay away from him.

In my estimation,
Chisholm is never

gonna make it as president.

And if you don't find a way
to make progress in this case

without breaking every rule,

you're never gonna make it
here in Phoenix.

10 minutes early.
Iz, you're the best.

How'd it go?

Fine.

You sure?

Union insurance doesn't
cover nearly enough.

Got this new president
turning everything to shit.

Not Bob Temple.

Yeah. How do you know him?

Reputation.

Thanks for watching Luna.

- Yes?
- Mrs. Breen,

I'm Agent Nina Hayes
with the Bureau.

Well, I'm on my way out.

Could I just have a quick word?

I'm afraid not.

I'm new to the Phoenix
field office,

and I'm taking over
one of your husband's cases.

I wanted to talk
about maybe getting...

I have someplace I have to be.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, I'm just trying
to understand

where his files went.

Maybe you could ask him for me.

Enough.

It's disgusting
what you're doing.

Ma'am, I...

Shame on you
for coming to talk to me.

Especially the likes of you.

Well, that was terrible.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I don't know why that got to me.

Because she was awful.

Because you're new to the job.

Because racists are
bad people...

Awan, I don't need
a full list of reasons.

I hear that.

Why would Breen want
the police report changed?

Best way to see the difference

between an accidental explosion
and a hit job

would be to send it
through forensics.

Forensics?

Where's the police impound yard?

Oh, we don't have
access to that.

Awan, what do we play to do?

We play to win.

Damn right.

Shit.

Gracias.

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

We put the show on from Hawaii,

televise the thing,

let people who can't
see the man.

Yeah, no, you tell him
that Colonel Parker said

to put together
a press conference on the 8th.

And let me know.

Elvis concert broadcast across
the world from Hawaii, huh?

Blue skies, palm trees,
and those hula dancing girls.

Imagine dipping your tip
into those swinging hips.

This could do for Elvis
what China did for Nixon,

am I right?

If anyone's gonna know,

it's the man who discovered him.

Fuckin' A. Who are you?

Hi, sorry.

Is there another
bathroom around?

There are a few people
locked in this one.

And from the sounds of it,

I don't think they're
coming out anytime soon.

It's just down the hall.

Take a left, and it's
the first door on your right.

Good Christ, I wanna fuck her.

You recognize her?
- Uh, should I?

Actress... Adrienne Barbeau.

She's up for a role
on a new TV series.

I could put in
a good word for her

with the producer, Norman Lear.

But she pays me no attention.

Parker!

My boy! Yes!

Get the fuck out of here.

Yes, I did speak with him.

So when are you back, eh?

You're missing
one hell of a party.

I just saw Warren Beatty
in the kitchen.

I heard that he's looking for
producers for his next film.

We do this right, we can
definitely get him in the...

Hey, there, you got a minute?

Hey, Jim.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Um, the fuck are you doing here?

You're really asking me that?

That's Greek Sal's
daughter in there.

Her name's Daphne.

At least one of those gentlemen

traffics drugs
for Sal's operation.

I know, but it's not
what you think.

What would your father think
seeing you here?

I don't give a shit.

I can't stand he had you
follow me here.

He didn't.

And frankly, I'd rather
he not know I was here either.

Then you ought to stay out
of people's business, Jim.

Get some of your own.

I got plenty.

Now I'm worried about you.

Not the time to get caught up
in something, trust me.

I appreciate that, Goldilocks.

But we all got our own path.

You dig?

Adrienne Barbeau.

I hear you're very talented.

Well, thank you.

What little birdie said that?

Same birdie who said
you're up for a TV show.

Yeah.
It's called "Maude."

I'd play Bea Arthur's daughter.

- Well, congratulations.
- Oh, not yet.

Don't jinx it.

It's between me
and some other girl.

I may be able to help you out.

How's that?

I'll give you a piece of advice

if you do me a favor.

Depends what the favor is.

Hmm.

Well, here's the advice.

The Colonel's tight with
a producer on that show.

What you do with that
is up to you.

Grown women make
their own choices.

Well, yes, we do.

It's nice to meet
an evolved male for once.

So what's the favor?

Lure the Colonel
out of that office,

bring him outside somewhere,
talk to him for a while.

Ask if he saw Nixon in China.

That should do it.

Mr. Groomes.

I come on behalf
of a mutual friend.

What's all this?

147 Etta Place.

Man, you got a nice house.

We took a visit,
see what we could see.

And what did we find?

Behind that
Mary and Jesus watercolor?

Some pretty depraved shit.

We took some pictures,
just to be safe.

Look at that.

Can't imagine
what your chief would say,

seeing one of his officers

trading in such offensive smut.

Leave our mutual friend
Jim Ellis alone,

and nobody needs to know
how deeply fucked up you are.

Oh, Jesus!

Good Jesus!

Jesus!

Oh, Jesus.

Why the fuck did you
make us do that?

Serves him right.
He's a degenerate piece of...

Charlie.

Say what you will about Nixon.

He gets attention.

That he does.

Breaking into
the police impound yard...

Relax, it's a junkyard.

It's not Fort Knox.

How's the lock?

Easier than
the chancellor's office

at the University of Michigan.

You broke into
the chancellor's office?

We're getting into
some highly questionable,

possibly dangerous,

definitely illegal
territory here.

For a good reason.

I need to know what's going on.

I told you, we're getting
the sample and we're...

No, I mean your story.

If I'm gonna do this,

I need to know what's what.

No BS.

My father worked for Saxton
when I was a kid.

He ran numbers for him.

My mother wanted him to get out.

They would fight about it.

He was deep in debt and had
a family to take care of.

But still, he let Saxton know
he was cutting ties.

One day, I was helping
my father at his shop,

and Saxton walked in.

He got some smokes.

He's all smiles.

But I could feel
my father get tense.

I could feel his... his fear.

I didn't know it at the time,

but Saxton was
sending a warning.

It wasn't long after that
that my dad was

getting into his Caddy
just outside his shop,

and it blew up.

Blew up.

Knocked out store windows
for half a block.

Part of me is still
that little girl in the store,

staring at that man

who would one day
kill my father.

And I just get so mad at her.

For not moving.

For being so scared.

For... for...

For smiling at Saxton.

For not doing anything
to stop it.

For not knowing how.

I waited 20 years
to make it right.

And I'm not letting
a damn thing get in my way.

Hello?

Got Elvis's size 11s right here.

Hello?

You ever hear about
Elvis's twin brother?

I can't say that I have.

The King never met him
outside the womb.

Twin was stillborn.

The mother gave birth to him
half an hour before Elvis.

Identical twins.

Such tragedy and such joy
all in the same day.

Let's focus on the joy.

Price went up.

Hey, I may be a little late,

but I kept my end
of the bargain.

We went after Groomes.

He took out Charlie.

Who did?
Groomes?

Groomes killed Charlie?

So I killed Groomes.

You killed a fucking cop?

Problem solved.

Now I want the three Gs
and the shoes.

Hey, come on, man.
That wasn't the deal...

This job comes with hazards.

Those hazards I can accept
and endure.

But I can't abide
what happened to Charlie.

Listen, man.
I'm sorry about your friend.

He wasn't my friend!
He was my brother.

Losing brothers...
seems like you, me, and Elvis

got a lot in common.

Give me the fucking shoes.

Give me the fucking shoes!

Don't do this, man!

You motherfucker!

Ugh!

Oh, shit.

Oh, God.

One thing I've learned
is you don't get ahead

if you don't get into trouble.

I can see you saying that
from a jail cell.

Doesn't mean I won't be right.

Well, this proves it.

Look at how it imploded
from the outside in.

Switchblade in the boot.

I told you
I'm full of surprises.

My mama says I'm like a hammer.

I swing hard, blunt force.

But you, you're a details man.

You get inside things.

It's good.

Only to you, maybe.

Until you showed up,
I was invisible in that office.

But I do whatever it takes.

I work harder and smarter

than 90% of those motherfuckers
in that office.

I'm good at this.

And unlike them,

I'm glad to know you.

And I'm proud to work with you.

This proud partner thing
goes both ways.

Let's get this to forensics.

Officer down.

Officer down.

Come on, you fuck.

Get out.

Fucking heavy as shit.

Shit!

Shit.

No.

Motherfucking...

What do you want?

Son, what the hell
are you doing?

Pops?

Yeah, I was thinking about
that little squabble we had...

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Who's that?

Is that Sunglasses?

Yeah.

It's... it's a long story.

I guess he had it coming.

My fucking shovel broke.

No shit!

I always keep one in the truck.

When you said
you'd gone to Sunglasses,

I got a bad feeling.

I... I figured someone
would end up like this.

I just didn't know if
it was gonna be you or him.

It was almost me.

You know, I went over
to the bowling alley.

I was gonna talk
to Sunglasses myself.

I got there, I saw
your Duster tearing off.

So I tailed you in case
you were in trouble.

Jesus, do I owe you.

Man, you don't owe me shit.

Look, what I'm saying is, I...

I... I feel, like,
a tide shifting...

for you, for your life.

It's like a new chapter.

I can't explain it.

It's just a feeling I got
that something is...

something is happening with you.

And I want to be there for you.

I want to be helpful.

The way I wasn't with Joey.

Joey's been on my mind
a whole lot lately.

Yeah, you and me both.

I know it's been
a couple years, but...

when I think about him, it's...

It's like no time has passed.

I can't...

I can't lose you too, son.

You know who would have
handled this job better?

Yeah.

Sunglasses.

Gunshot wounds,
two through and through.

He's hemorrhaging.
- Breathing is shallow.

Possible collapsed lung.

Keep applying pressure.

And take his damn glasses off.

I'm worried about Nina Hayes,

this new agent.

She was asking about Leland

and about
the Joe Ellis investigation.

What was she asking?

She's looking
for the missing files.

I... I don't know her angle,

but she's snooping.

You asked me to let you know

if anyone started
poking around again.

Don't you worry
about her, Evelyn.

I'll take care of her.