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Go, go!

We're fucked.

Well, we definitely need a plan.

They got more firepower
and better position.

You got a plan for that?

Maybe. You ever seen
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?

Yeah, they die at the end.

They didn't die, it was a freeze-frame.

Exactly, right when every fucking gun
in the town unloads on them.

- We never see it.
- They fucking died.

It's implied.

Baltimore, the only thing we've got
on our side right now is surprise.

Hit 'em fast, hit 'em hard.
Live to see another day.

You wanna be Newman or Redford?

Newman, all day.

- Are we really doing this?
- Yeah.

On my count.

- One.
- Shit. We're doing this.

- Two.
- I'll go high, you go low.

- Three!
- Ah, shit!

What's up? Deal's still on?

Sadly, yeah. I wanted to take
one last swing at talking you out of it.

You fuck this up,
it's over for both of us.

You're not gonna talk me out of this.

I'm ready for undercover, I'm solid.

I guaran-fucking-tee it.

I've been waiting for this
since I joined the academy.

Where the hell do you
get your misplaced confidence from?

You can thank my mama.

This ain't the fucking academy.
This is my world.

And I have researched
every possible thing about your world.

Saxton, his family, his cases.

You're talking like this
is some kind of test.

This ain't homework.

When I was starting out,
my pops took me on a job with him.

It was an exchange with two guys
behind the old truck stop on Thomas Road.

I was sitting in the car
too far away to hear him,

but he seemed all buddy-buddy.

Until Sax pulled a piece from his jacket
and shot both of them in the head.

Just like that, it was over.

Our ride back, I asked my pops,
"Why did Sax kill those guys?"

He said, "Sax didn't like the way
one of them smiled."

You step, say, think or smile wrong.

Your ass is going down.
You're taking my ass with you.

Then do your job and cover mine.

Just so we're clear, Baltimore,

I ain't taking a bullet for you
if you blow this.

Back at you.

- Today!
- Equal pay!

- Today!
- Equal pay!

Today!

- Healthcare!
- Yeah!

- Showers.
- Yeah.

- Safe bathrooms.
- Yeah.

These shouldn't be luxuries.

These are basic rights
that we all need to do our job,

and if we don't stand up
for each other now,

Bob Temple will screw us all!

Miss Reyna, good morning.

What do you say
you and I have a little chat?

All right.

I'll be right back, mija.

This whole ruckus, this circus,
it's bad business.

Y'all could be sitting in trucks,
getting paid.

Underpaid.

And until things change,
we'll be out here indefinitely.

You know, a pretty girl like you
could get more flies with honey.

I have no idea what the hell that means.

But we're not going anywhere
until our demands are met.

There are some folks I know
who don't take kindly to demands.

They're the kind of people
you do not want to piss off.

Well, sometimes pissing people off
is the only way to get shit done.

Good job, Mami.

- Equal pay!
- Today.

It's a miracle what those doctors did.

Doctor Conway sent some new meds for you.

Higher dose.

So, he said, you shouldn't
mix them with alcohol.

- Thanks, Marcy.
- No booze, now.

I won't.

I'm overflowing with positivity.

I am stepping into my purpose
and uncovering my powers.

Sal's ready to go to war,
but war is bad for business.

So, we gotta smooth things over
before shit gets out of hand.

We give him a little peace offering.

And then we can put this in the rearview
and focus on what's next.

Why are you telling me all this, Boss?

- I usually don't...
- Today's a big day for you, Jimbo.

You get to learn from the master.

Royce tells me that you wanna move up,
take on more responsibility.

- He mentioned that?
- He did.

And... I like it.

You're moving up.

So, you take point on this.
Billy will back you up.

I'm your training wheels, Tiger.

When you're done with Sal's men,

pick up the interpreter at noon,
Southwestern Lodge.

- Don't let me down, you dig?
- I'm your man.

Your balls are gonna drop today.

Shut the fuck up, Billy.

I'm filled with gratitude

for all that I am and all that...

Jesus.

Sorry, Pops. I didn't know you were...

What the hell was that?
Some kind of flower power, prayer shit?

Okay, it was a mantra.
For goals and strength.

Are you ready?

I'm good.

You don't got to worry about me, Pops.

I handled their middleman
who dug up the money.

Did I not?

But today at Red Rock...

it's the main event.

- One wrong move...
- All I gotta do is count.

I'll make you proud.

I promise.

One day, I'll be gone.

And you'll be calling the shots.

I got the report back on Paris Gilford.

- What are we looking at?
- Morning, Agent Hayes.

Sanka?

Right away.
And Agent Abbott asked to see you.

Southwestern Lodge,
paid up for another week.

That's all I could cover
without raising flags.

- Thank you.
- Russians, huh?

Mmm. Whatever he's up to,
it's no small thing.

You better be right about that, Hayes,
'cause I got a lot riding on this, too.

What? What?
Share with the rest of the class.

Someone went through my things.

- What does that mean?
- My desk.

I keep it organized in a very specific way

and I know Kelly doesn't touch it.

- Wait, stop. Who's Kelly?
- On the cleaning crew.

Okay, so what are you saying?

That an agent in this office
is surveilling you?

I need your help.

What? It was a bust?

- There's nothing in her desk.
- So, what do you need me for?

To get her phone record.

Oh, good God,
you're like a dog with a bone.

I need to know who she's calling
and who's calling her back.

Jessica Lorraine's logbook
will have all that.

Are you gonna tell me what this is about?

Do you want deniability or not?

Fine.

If it's gonna be
one of those days, Sanka.

- Hey, there.
- Oh.

I had some questions about the way you
filed your report on the Traherne case.

- I was wondering if you'd talk me through.
- Sure.

I'm not a paranoid person, sir.

I just want it on record that somebody
unlawfully went through my desk.

Noted. Get the evidence to serve
Saxton's ass up to the DOJ

on a fucking platter
and just do me a favor.

Don't make me stand next to your grave
holding a folded flag.

I've had enough of that.

Get in, get out. Don't get dead.

Yes, sir.

"And so I backdated
the testimony request form,

and I'm still looking
for Agent Evan's report.

Thanks a lot, Diane,
but I am re-alphabetizing these files..."

There. Um, all good.

Oh, and, uh, lunch is on you.

But I was still explaining...

I'm good.

Asshole.

Paris Gilford's a nickname,
real name's Sybil Wietecha.

A legit supplier of explosives
to demolition companies

east of the Rockies.

Based out of St. Louis.
No criminal record.

Voilà. Sanka à la Hayes.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I need you to do something for me.

Anything.

- In case something happens...
- What're you talking about?

- Nothing's gonna happen.
- In case it does.

Don't doubt yourself, you're ready.

You got this.

Look, this is important to me.

Just in case.

Um, make sure my mother gets it, okay?

A lot of after-hours calls in and out
from the Southwestern Lodge.

- Look at you, cat that ate the canary.
- Thanks, buddy.

Mr. Saxton wants
to make things right.

He's willing to make Greek Sal
a generous offer to mend fences.

He's got some profitable routes
through New Mexico.

He's offered to let Sal traffic
those goods, legal and otherwise,

through Los Cruces and Albuquerque
at no surcharge for a year,

which more than exceeds any damages

that little wedding incident
may have caused.

Bullshit, that doesn't even come close
to making up for you

and his little bomb-throwing
bitch daughter going Bonnie and Clyde.

More like, The Graduate, right?

- Fuck off!
- Get your fucking movies right, dipshit.

Show some respect to American cinema.

Look. Settle down, boys.
We came here to put out the fire.

No low-volume routes are going to rectify

breaking up a million-dollar
international merger.

Is that what the wedding was,
you romantic?

Fuck you, Coppola.

This shit is not gonna be square
until Sal has half of Arizona, too.

- You greedy fuck.
- You want to go, dickhead?

Really?

Arizona's off limits.

Sal knows that because
he wouldn't give up Utah.

It's a valuable deal we're offering here.

Makes your employer whole and then some.

You wouldn't want to
let your personal feelings

get in the way
of what's right for your boss.

Yeah. How's the hand, Leon?
Looking a little crispy to me.

Wait.

- That's our counter.
- Nobody wants a bloodbath.

We got more important shit
to handle today.

Tell him to take the deal or fuck off.

Shut the fuck up, Billy!

Gentlemen, take Saxton's offer
back to Greek Sal.

See what he has to say.

- Sax said to be cool.
- Fuck those guys.

What are you, Henry fucking Kissinger?

Well, yeah, I'm trying.

I hate to say it,
but you did a good fucking job.

Didn't know you had it in you, jackass.

Jim acting
all high and fucking mighty.

Like, we're going to forget
what him and Joey did back in Tucson.

What the fuck did he mean
"more important shit to do"?

His square with Sal's the only fucking
thing that they should be worried about.

Let's see what other shit they're up to...

and fuck it up for 'em.

Well, she was a-walkin'
Down the street now

Lookin' fine as she could be

Hey, hey!

Well, she was a-walkin'
Down the street now

Lookin' fine as she could be

Hey, hey!

Well, you know I love you, baby...

What the fuck!

- What are you doing here?
- I'm resourceful.

No. You need to get the fuck
out of here now.

- Is this an undercover op?
- What do you want?

- I want to be of help.
- Help?

- You bastard.
- But I can't help

if you don't tell me what's going on,

- something you refuse to do.
- But this is not your fucking case.

You're the one who went through
my desk, aren't you?

Look at you, all paranoid.

You want me to leave?

I need some insight first
into what you're doing here,

or I'm not moving.

You wouldn't do this shit
to any other agent in the office.

Lady, you are forcing my hand.

I need to know what the op is,
what you know, what you suspect.

Shut up! They're fucking here.

So you need to get in your car,
don't follow me and drive away,

or we're both fucking dead.

- I'm not done with you.
- Fuck off.

Hey, who's that guy?

I don't know.

Hey, shall we?

Who's your friend?

Just a former client who came
to see me since I'm in town.

Shall we go?

I don't want to keep Mr. Saxton waiting.

She's right. Sax says,
"If you're on time, you're late."

- We should hit it.
- Yeah.

All right.

Oh, oh, oh

I don't know why people
Have too much too much knowledge

What kind of business is he in?

Hmm?

- Your former client.
- Oh.

Well, you'll appreciate this,
I can't discuss it.

He's down. Yes, he's down

Well, it's a bad situation
In a beautiful place

It's a bad situation in a beautiful place

It's a bad situation

- Boss man ready?
- Just waiting on you, baby.

Oh, all right.

Jim, stay with her.

Who the hell was that guy at the hotel?

Just one of the fucking
assholes at the office.

He doesn't trust me. Or you.

- You had a fed at the goddamn office?
- I didn't have him.

He just fucking showed up.

Look, I got rid of him.
It's under control. Be cool.

We are miles from fucking cool.
You don't know Billy.

- He ain't gonna let that shit go.
- Shut up. It's Saxton.

Union protest bullshit
can wait till we're done with this.

- You're good to go, Boss?
- We're better than good.

Son, I'd like you to meet
my interpreter, Nina Saint James,

- This is Royce.
- A pleasure.

Oh, it's... it's my pleasure.

Royce, you're with me.
The rest of you can follow with Jim.

Maybe, your interpreter
should ride with us.

To make sure we're all on
the same page before the meeting.

Right, make sure we're on the same page.
That's critical.

I'm good in the duster.

Your chariot is this way,
Miss Saint James.

The Jag awaits.

If Saxton's going,
this might be bigger than we thought.

Go, come on.

So, how are you liking Phoenix?

Anyone show you around yet?

Not much.

Do you like ribs?

Because Malveaux's got the best in town.

I mean, I could take you and show you
how Phoenix hospitality is done.

Royce, settle down, boy.

Let the woman breathe.

This meeting's for all the marbles.

Now, you'll be translating the words,
but you'll be following my lead.

I want to know everything they're saying
and what they ain't saying.

You follow me?

If they even smile wrong,
I'll let you know.

I knew I liked you.

That's for pain.
I had a heart transplant...

Royce.

Oh! Look at this.

Listen up. Yeah. The Spinners.

Now, there's a good sign.

...and then you throw it away

Why do you use me
Try to confuse me?

How can you stand to be so cruel?

Why don't you free me from this prison?

Where I serve my time as your fool

Oh!

It's just got to be a shame

The way you mess around with your man

It's a shame the way you hurt me

It's a shame

The way you mess around with your man

What do you think about her,
the interpreter chick?

I can't say I know many Russian speakers.
She seems qualified to me.

That's not what I mean.
Something about that guy at the hotel.

Former client.

Smell like bullshit to you?

You're gonna pull another Cockburn?

- What the fuck did you say?
- Craig Cockburn.

The diamond fence you said
skimmed our cut from Jacamo.

The one whose skull you cracked open
with a Louisville slugger.

Ah! That fuckwad.

The thing was,
he didn't steal from our cut.

You miscounted.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But in my defense, he blinked a lot.

I never trusted that asshole.

I think you'll find something to hate
about this interpreter, no matter what.

A few hours, the deal will be done.
She'll be gone. Mellow out.

I should give Cockburn's wife
a house call.

I got some wood for her with my other bat.

- Whoo!
- God damn it.

Bob Temple's got to go!
Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Bob Temple's got to go! Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Bob Temple's got to go! Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Excuse me. We're with KXCE.

What's your name?
Why are you doing all this?

I'm Izzy Reyna.

If you're looking for a story,
you found one.

We'll be there.

If you didn't hear me the first time

- I'll say it again
- Say it again

Can I get you anything,
Mr. Temple?

Yeah.

Get me Ezra Saxton on the line.

Mr. Saxton, allow me to introduce my boss,

Mr. Kazimir Volkov.

Good to meet you in person.

Yes, glad we could
arrange this meeting.

Shall we get down to business?

He says "first things first."

Like?

Vodka.

Now that, I understand.

All healthy negotiations...

...begin with a healthy drink.

Then let's everyone raise a glass.

May today's meeting
be a benefit to everyone.

He says everyone must partake,
it's tradition.

Shall we proceed?

What's the chat about?

Um...

I hope it's about where this vodka's from,
because it's delightful.

He's just asking about my past.

It's incredible how something
that can fit in a case that small

can wield such profound power.

I have it on good authority.
This is the real deal.

Xavier.

Da, Xavier.

Get it.

As promised.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand,

thirty thousand,
forty thousand, fifty thousand,

sixty thousand, seventy thousand,

eighty thousand,
ninety thousand, one hundred,

one ten, one twenty,

one thirty,

one forty, one fifty...

sixty, seventy...

one eighty, one ninety,

ninety...

two... two hundred.

Two, two, two...

- Um...
- No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm, uh...

I'm good. I'm good. I'm good. I'm good.

Two... two thirty, two forty...

This is a lot of dough.

He's ready to walk.

The fuck do you mean you're gonna walk?

- Calm down.
- Do you know who you're dealing with?

- Calm down.
- It's Ezra fucking Saxton.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Are you trying to fuck this deal?

It's the Meds. It's the pills.

Okay, just breathe. You're gonna be fine.

Tell him there's
a bad reaction to the meds.

Kazimir is old-school macho,
like some Bolshevik John Wayne shit.

Admitting that will
show weakness and blow this.

We can't do that.

Translate for me.

What the hell are you doing?

Tell him, yeah, Royce may
get a little emotional sometimes,

but he's the baddest motherfucker
to walk this earth.

Tell him.

Such a badass, a few months ago,

two guys jumped him, sliced him wide open,
right down the middle.

Royce kept fighting.

Even with his heart
nearly out of his body.

The boss says bullshit.

Not only did he keep fighting,

he killed those two men
with his bare hands.

Ask John Wayne if he knows the odds
of surviving something like that?

- Come here.
- Jim, what are you doing?

It's a Hail Mary.

There are no odds because
there's only one Royce fucking Saxton.

The toughest man
you'll ever meet, right here.

He says they meet by
the clothes, they see off by the mind.

It's a saying, essentially,
don't judge a book by its cover.

Royce Saxton.

You're a brave man,
Royce Saxton.

We have a deal.

Henry fucking Kissinger.

So good.

What do you think they're buying?

I don't know,
but we should fucking find out.

They're splitting.

It's go time.

Hey.

It's not how I drew it up.

But we closed the fucking deal.

We fucking closed it. Fucking did it.

I got a call to make.

That is some Saxton shit.

Nice work, Jimmy.

I want you to get that case
and Royce over to the house.

And drop off our interpreter.

Norman's taking me down
to deal with that Bob Temple situation.

Now...

this goddamn trucker protest
is getting out of hand.

We cannot have all those eyes on Snowbird.

You dig?

Good work.

All good?

No, I got it.

At least let me carry it for you.

I'm a mess, but I can cry
and carry at the same time.

I've never had a job where I didn't know
what I was negotiating for.

Oh, you mean what's in...

You lying, bitch!

Billy, what the fuck?

I talked to Bonnie Z, had her run plates
on the guy's car from the hotel.

It's registered as a government vehicle.

So I'm thinking your client's
a fucking fed!

- A fed?
- Billy, Jesus Christ.

Would a cop do what I just did?

Help you close a deal
that almost went south?

Yeah. And now I'm wondering why.

- Come on.
- My cock's burning, Jimmy,

I smell a fucking liar.

Tell me more about this client of yours.
You always meet at a fucking hotel?

- No, at his office.
- Where's his office?

- Downtown.
- What street?

Montebello. His office is

- on Montebello Avenue.
- Good.

We're making a stop downtown,
if your story doesn't check out,

we're leaving you there
with a bullet in your fucking head.

- Billy.
- Who the fuck's this.

Fucking Leon. I should've killed him
when I had the chance.

- Payback.
- Billy, help Royce.

- Stay here.
- Screw that.

You get down with my girlfriend

Fucker.

That ain't right

Woo!

You sold me out for chicken change

Told me, yeah, they
They had it all arranged

You had me down

Leon, let's talk this shit out.

Whatever's in that case
must be pretty valuable.

- Why don't you hand it over?
- Can't do that.

Then I'm gonna dust the Saxton kid.

It's only fair since
you stole Sal's daughter.

Daphne and Genesis
are true love, you fucks.

That's where I land
Lord, for the big payback

How many bullets you got left?

Five plus a switchblade, you?

- Four, no blade.
- Shit.

It's just a graze, don't worry about it.

Let's end these fuckers.

All right. Come on, come on, come on.

You idiots never should have come here.

Listen, if somehow
you get out of this and I don't,

don't tell Luna about
me being her dad, all right?

Tell her to take care of the Duster.

Keep her purring like I did for joy.

- Fucker!
- Come out.

Come out wherever you fuckers are.

It's over, Ellis.

Make it easy.
Save that last bullet for yourself.

Go, go!

- We're fucked.
- Well, we definitely need a plan.

They got more firepower
and a better position.

- You got a plan for that?
- Maybe.

You ever seen
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?

Yeah, they die at the end.

- They didn't die as a freeze-frame.
- Exactly,

right when every fucking gun
in the town unloads on them.

- We never see it.
- They fucking died.

It's implied.

Baltimore, the only thing we've got
on our side right now is surprise.

Hit 'em fast, hit 'em hard.
Live to see another day.

You wanna be Newman or Redford?

Newman, all day.

Are we really doing this?

Yeah. On my count.

- One.
- Shit. We're doing this.

- Two.
- I'll go high, you go low.

- Three!
- Ah, shit!

I fucking love this chick.

- You owe me one, Newman.
- Yeah, I'm good for it, Redford.

Cocksucker.

Pam Grier, eat your fucking heart out.

Whoo!

Billy. What the fuck?

I wasn't sure you were a cop before.
I sure shit am now.

- Where'd you train with a gun?
- She just saved your ass.

She's a fucking liar!

You're right.

I lied.

The man at the hotel.

Yeah. That piece of shit is a cop.

- He was my husband.
- Wait, what?

Bullshit. Why didn't you say it before?

I was ashamed.

I let...

I let that man make me
feel afraid in my own home...

like some helpless fucking victim.

- I don't buy it.
- Trevor.

That's the motherfucker's name.

He's been tailing me since the day
I walked out on his ass.

But the courts...

The courts won't do anything
because he's a cop.

And that's why I learned how to shoot.

Asshole.

To protect myself.

So that I'd...
I'd never let him or anyone else

make me feel like that ever again.

Billy, put the gun down.

I'm not asking.

I want Sax to hear this.

Oh, so we're telling Pops everything now?

Should I let him know why
last weeks' payouts were a little light?

Give me a break,
that was cash to cover my bookie.

I was gonna pay it back...

Then you better hope
Pop's is as understanding as I am.

Or maybe we just don't
bother him with this shit.

I got you.

This fucking day.

You left me stranded

With a twisted heart

You wanted me deep, girl

And tore my mind apart

Baby, baby, baby, my...

Not too cool to cry

I'm not too cool to cry

Not too cool to cry

Now you're gone, let me say goodbye

Say goodbye...

I thought that I, I thought...

You didn't have to escort me
all the way back here.

I had to make sure you got in safe.

I've got something for that.

What are you doing?

I just want to see if there's anything
on the news about the shoot-out.

Take the shirt off.

You a tequila man?

If it's wet and burns, I like it.

Oh.

This is gonna sting.

I'll try not to scream too loud.

All right.

You did okay today, Baltimore,
for your first time undercover.

You're not so bad yourself.

- Xavier.
- Yeah.

I heard it, too.

We gotta find that guy.

Well, first, we've got to find out
what's in that case.

What was worth that million dollars.

That's a tomorrow problem.

For now, we drink.

How do you say cheers in Russian?

Better than vodka.

Much.

- What?
- Shit.

Luna and Izzy.

Miss Reyna,
what are you fighting for?

We're fighting
for better treatment.

And we're gonna keep on fighting

until we start
getting treated like people.

Like equals.

Come, come, come!

We don't care who we have to confront,
we want things done right.

Mommy, you're famous.

...access to all the routes,
better healthcare,

an end to enforced team drives,

and rest stops for all truckers,
not just the men.

And we demand these changes, now.

She's a problem.

Bob Temple and the union
might be too scared

to rock a boat, but we're not.

A problem we're gonna
need to take care of.

And if that pisses off the powers that be,
then I say bring it.

Yeah!

How the hell am I gonna fix this?

It's a tomorrow problem.

Pull the string and I'll wink at you

I'm your puppet

I'll do funny things if you want me to

I'm your puppet

Mmm, I'm yours

to have and to hold

Darling you've got full control
Of your puppet

Pull another string
And I'll kiss your lips

I'm your puppet

Snap your finger
And I'll turn you some flips

I'm your puppet

Mmm, your every wish

Is my command

All you gotta do
Is wiggle your little hand

I'm your puppet

I'm your puppet

I'm just a toy

Just a funny boy

That makes you laugh when you're blue

I'll be wonderful, do just what I'm told

I'll do anything for you

I'm your puppet