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Raymond.

Raymond.

You're really not keeping up your end of the conversation.

I'm watching you and I'm right fucking here.

- Federal agents! - Don't shoot!

- Drop it! - Hands where I can see 'em!

Drop it now! Put it down!

Drop the weapon now! Drop it!

DEA. ASAC.

How'd they get past security?

What, you don't go to the gym?

I really should.

Who is he? Why is he only talking to you?

He's in shock. He doesn't have to answer any questions right now.

- He knows his rights. - Raymond?

Raymond. You know you'd rather talk to me than all these fucking cops.

You still got something I need.

But this has to be a private conversation.

Just ask him where he wants to meet.

You don't have a cooperation deal, Ray.

And he won't if we miss this chance.

Don't.

Where do you want to meet?

Don't you know this has always been about you and me, Raymond?

Ever since you burned that fucking house down

and stood there roasting marshmallows on a stick.

- I'll take that stick and put it... - Hey!

...through your fucking heart for what you did to us, you motherfucker!

Are all these people dopeheads?

No. It's people from the neighborhood, Ma.

How are you supposed to mourn?

If you get worked up, a marshal's gonna shoot you in the leg.

I don't know. I'll just keep it inside, I guess.

Look how that turned out.

Those narcs are moving me, you know.

Gonna spend my golden years in protective services.

Iracema, I didn't see you anymore

Iracema, the love of my life Went away

I cried, I cried in pain because

Iracema, you were the love of my life

Today she lives in Heaven

She lives very near to our Lord

I only have your socks and your shoes As reminders

Iracema, I can no longer see your face

I'm coming.

There's gonna be justice, Mina.

Maybe not the kind you want, but something.

Look, I heard you.

It takes three people to make a drug trafficking organization,

but this doesn't feel like Vito Corleone's funeral.

Nader gave you a reading list, huh?

I'm just catching up on the classics.

Xérès "Sherry" Alarcón Fuentes.

Girlfriend of Manuel Carvalho. No record.

I know.

I got something for you. Here.

Saint Jesús Malverde.

You need it more than I do, all right?

Come on.

It'll protect you. Stop.

And I hid those bills like Manny said. Don't die for this too.

Sherry, listen to me. Listen to me, okay?

That money is fucking dangerous.

I know. It's burning a hole in my pocket.

That was really something, sweetheart.

- I could crack him open in five minutes. - The murder case takes precedence.

Five minutes and I'd know everything in that big head.

I would really advise you, after all this, not to break any rules.

Or bend them too far.

I got something I want to show you.

Come here.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's the longest I've been sober since I was 13.

And how does that feel?

I've just been laying awake, thinking about Manny.

I never got to say goodbye.

I know.

You know why they call North Philly "the trap"?

'Cause you never get out.

Manny and me, we knew that shit,

like, we knew it so well.

You know, we could go in there and snatch the bait right off the trigger.

Then we stepped on a trap we didn't recognize

and it let loose this monster.

And he took everybody from me.

Manny, my father.

And shit, maybe even me.

We was used that day, Michelle.

I need to know who played us.

I need to know who pulled us under. Okay?

This is Driscoll's own security footage.

So you won't tell us what Driscoll did for you,

but you risk yourself for him?

And you won't ID this cartel associate but you obviously had business with them.

You have an impressive case of amnesia.

But what really puzzles me is how you played the DEA for so long.

Do you know what the deconfliction database is, Mr. Pham?

No, of course not.

When an agent's investigating a house,

they put the address in a deconfliction so that no one else will bust it.

It keeps undercover agents from shooting each other by accident.

You hope it never gets abused.

But for a price, a compromised agent could put a house on the list

to keep it safe.

Sort of a crooked umbrella for a friend.

Your house has been in that database for six years

and I can't find your name or the agent's.

Just a big umbrella over you in Chestnut Hill.

We're gonna put you back in the pen with those killers

until you remember your guardian angel.

The umbrella's gone, Mr. Pham.

And as good as you are at dodging raindrops,

you're gonna get wet.

Sorry, I got a federal prisoner in here for tests.

You can't go in there.

Hello?

Hello...

Okay. It's not real.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what we did to you.

I didn't know who you were.

Fuck that.

You knew I was someone.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I lost my partner...

and I just wanna know why.

It's the only thing that's kept me alive.

You're not. You're not.

We died in there. We fucking died.

I thought I knew everything about you,

but now I need to start over with one fucking question.

Do you want to be alive?

I wanna live.

Then we can't keep crawling in the fucking dirt.

No. No, we can't.

Okay.

So you give me everything.

Everything you saw, everything you think you know.

And be ready to die if you're wrong.

If you do that, for the truth,

then maybe,

maybe someday...

you're going to take a step again as a free man.

If we can't get on the same page here,

then this is... It's not gonna...

I don't understand.

Ray Driscoll just wants the truth now. Who else here can say that?

I'm just trying to deal with the reality.

Your one witness is on the other side of that glass and she is not desirous

- of pursuing any charges... - There's no slam dunk.

We have a trail of blood.

ASAC. The lady lawyer is right, Mark.

We don't let Homicide solve our problems.

We need to know what happened in that meth lab too.

Couple of people who don't know me,

I'm Special Agent in Charge of the Boston office, Bill McKinty.

We're here to advise and assist with the New Hampshire biker club.

While this office is shut down, you had a hundred kids OD out there.

This murder case and our directive as an agency,

they are not at cross purposes here.

Ray Driscoll stumbled in, he was a grifter. An accomplice.

But why rush to bury him for a crime he did not anticipate?

Find out if that fake badge knows anything real.

Everybody circling Ray.

- The biker club, the cartel-- - Sir, that fishing expedition has sailed.

You are not dragging him through the right water yet, Mark.

My father was a born liar but he died to get me the truth.

He told me I was used.

Rick brought us that house and somebody sent him to us.

Rick heard about you on the inside?

Yeah, it was a setup. Yeah.

Rick was meant to blow something up

and we were out there to make it look like some kind of DEA buy-and-bust.

- Give us facts, not theories. - I'm full of facts, bro.

Got one fact in my shoulder and one right through my leg.

What have you heard about something called "The Alliance"?

Those lightning bolts I see on everybody?

I kept tabs on 'em.

I put surveillance on my ma's house,

put trackers on their cars, I found the headquarters.

You have all this information?

Yep. Tags, pictures, phone numbers.

Who you want first?

And what did you know about Special Agent Jack Cross?

Did you know what was in Ottsville?

Now I do.

I had Manny hide these $2 bills with the rest of the money.

They had these codes written on 'em.

'Cause, look, somebody is leaving a trail of numbers like Pick 4.

And you think these guys will come out of hiding

for some fucking lotto numbers?

Bro.

That's the only reason I'm talking to you.

So many people died over this shit.

I said to Manny that I thought this was for coat check.

Might be a courier code?

Manny didn't even know what that was.

Cartel couriers use codes to prove they actually have the money.

No, man. I'm saying that Manny didn't know what a coat check was.

Can I?

What are you doing?

I'll be damned. Coordinates.

It's a place.

If I make it a longitude and latitude it just gives us this here.

We don't know if 3273 tacks on to the longitude or the latitude.

I mean, y'all want my opinion or do I have to wait to sign something?

All right. Your partner knew something was coming for him.

You think Jack hid this money?

I think Jack made these codes and hid his stash.

Jack was the crooked fed.

Rick was meant to kill him.

And you and me was in the line of fire.

I also think that Jack was dipping into his own product.

How would you ever fucking know that?

Because this is all some very methy shit to do.

Raymond Driscoll.

Boy, after all this, you must feel like you're calling God.

Yeah, except God don't work for himself.

You owe the cartel or you wouldn't still be chasing loose change.

You must have figured out by now

that I need more than that little stack of money you're sitting on.

Numbers.

You don't work alone either.

Your handler is waiting to die in prison right now.

I want you to bring him or there's no deal.

Tell that brain trust around you Son Pham knows more than I do.

Two days from now, I want both you fucking clowns.

I'm gonna give you a location.

Try not to get any more blood on your hands.

You may need to sign this new deal.

They're listening.

They have translators.

Don't say anything that would embarrass us.

What could be more embarrassing...

...than dying in a place like this?

You risked everything for Ray and where is he now?

But when this storm comes for you, my son,

walk through the heart of it,

lay yourself bare.

They're listening.

Then you can't hide forever.

Did you...

Did you get the flowers?

Flowers?

For Manny.

Yeah.

Unless you two wind-talkers are speaking in code again,

we are going nowhere.

Driscoll is in contact with the head of The Alliance.

He's asked to meet with both of you.

Mr. Driscoll, you've admitted that you worked for Mr. Pham.

I said sometimes.

Well, whether you were partners or not,

your DEA scam burned everyone you know.

You two are all that's left.

Mr. Pham?

For the last time, did you know prior to February 7th

that there was a cartel shipment passing through that house?

Yes.

Tell that brain trust around you Son Pham knows more than I do.

Two days from now I want both you fucking clowns.

I'm gonna give you a location.

Try not to get any more blood on your hands.

Explain it to me,

why would we leave both assets out there as bait?

Driscoll thinks Jack set up this scavenger hunt to protect himself.

He's not wrong. Jack was falling apart,

and he talked all the time about this Alliance coming for him.

But the Voice knows we're gonna be there.

If we could control it, we can make the handoff

and follow him to Jack's stash.

This Voice was coming to Ottsville for Jack, and he'll come for Driscoll now.

And Son Pham.

Okay. If you think we can protect them, approved.

Let's do our recon.

We're in a tough spot, Mina.

He gave us a location he thinks he can control.

You might wanna let your informants say their goodbyes.

You got a deal.

- And went straight to the record store. - Yeah.

Got "Philadelphia Lawyer" on it.

You know, the song from your voicemail?

I've been hearing that a lot lately.

I'm trying to have boundaries.

I hear that.

Look, I know goodbye is painful.

So I thought maybe instead I'd just come by and say thank you.

I don't know what tomorrow's gonna bring.

What's tomorrow, Ray?

Moment of truth. Yeah, moment of truth.

But I just wanted you to know that I'm not hustling, all right?

All my life...

All my life, this shit was all I knew.

And I had to make this armor to stay alive.

All the while, I ain't know I was suffocating inside it.

Then somebody like you come along, you crack it wide open.

It wasn't pain that showed me that, it was kindness.

The kindness in you.

You put me back in my body, Michelle.

This broken, fucked-up body. You...

You put me back in there for good.

When you first came to my office, you were the one crying.

It's pretty scary when you make your lawyer cry.

I'm going back in the dark, Michelle.

For the truth.

Do Quakers pray?

Sort of.

Then sort of pray for me, all right?

Asset number one is on the bridge.

Still no answer.

Where's anybody supposed to piss?

Are you shy in front of people, boss?

Maybe I don't wanna throw off any equipment.

Try calling him again.

Still no answer, sir.

Please confirm asset number two is still in position.

Driscoll is in position.

Just waiting in the crosshairs.

Yo, I know something.

The Voice set this place.

He must have these first two numbers.

Yeah, I can't tell if this third number, 3273 is a longitude or latitude.

But the main numbers give us this box.

Here. Goes from the bridge to this forest.

We're right here.

All right, then let's think outside this box.

The last number is Jack's note from the grave.

You're saying 3273 is something else.

I'm saying that 3273 is the claim ticket.

Look, let's not walk into this trap, aight?

While these DEA motherfuckers are playing on the bridge,

let's go find his stash.

I mean, you knew his crazy ass better than anybody.

Where would he hide it?

There's not much here other than the bridge

and a graveyard.

Fuck. Special Agent Jack Cross.

What? Wait, what are we doing?

Let's get the fuck out of this box.

We should stay in radio range.

These aren't dates.

They all marked with numbers.

Hey, look up this graveyard, man.

Do it, Marchetti.

You treat me like a search engine.

It was an Amish graveyard,

but this section's for ones who were never baptized.

Jesus, Manny. It's exactly what you was looking for.

So, these are all innocent kids.

What that third bill say?

3273.

God bless our crazy fucking partners.

There's a shovel in my camper.

All right, when your fingers are warm enough, let's try to make contact again.

Still holding position. We got eyes on the bridge.

Bravo 1, copy. What's your 20?

Still at the checkpoint. You want me to hold here?

Yeah, that's affirmative. Go ahead and stay put.

Yeah?

I'm here.

Come on.

So, we gonna jerk each other off all day or are we doing this?

You tell me.

You have the numbers?

I'm supposed to hand them to you.

I don't want you wearing any of Raymond's body cams,

or GPS trackers, or any of that shit.

Take off your fucking clothes.

You don't have to humiliate me.

This is what you're hanging on to now? Your pride?

After this fucking disaster?

Take off your clothes and walk to the middle of that bridge.

Pham, we're reviewing. Stand by.

What the f...

The fuck is that?

This his stash?

It's his fucking evidence locker.

Fuck.

- The Alliance is in the DEA. - Holy shit.

So, this wasn't Jack then.

These dirty fucking cops set up this whole thing too.

McKinty, it takes one shot.

I'm not having this conversation on the phone, anybody could be listening.

Just get down here.

Marchetti, get in range and tell them to call that shit off the bridge.

It's a setup. It's a fucking setup.

Great. There you are. This is another emergency.

Just give me two more seconds.

Pal, I can give you more than that.

No. Please, please.

So, it looks like McKinty has been putting houses into deconfliction.

It's a database.

You put a house in there so that nobody else will bust it.

But it's also a perfect stream for payoffs.

So, there are hundreds of these safe houses,

and this landlord takes a cut of everything that moves through them.

Shit.

That ain't no landlord. That's the fucking patron saint of drug dealers.

Bill, thank you.

We are deeply embarrassed.

This will have to be goodbye.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Pham.

Sorry to see you go.

You were my best tenants.

We have a lot of cleaning up to do.

Yeah. I know.

Mina, get the hell out of there.

Mina...

Jack listed every house and cop and agent he could here.

Was he blackmailing them or was he turning them in?

Can we go with the second one?

I'd rather die for a saint than a scumbag.

Shit!

- Shit. - Hey.

Here.

Raymond Driscoll,

and Special Agent Mina Campbell.

You're some fucking agent, Mina.

I knew you'd go rogue, but guess what?

You just found all the evidence I need to burn

and put it in the same fucking incinerator.

Let 'em know we're here!

I just need to employ a very old-school law enforcement trick.

Burn a couple of witches at the stake.

Shit.

No. Don't quit on me. Hey. Look. Look at me.

Look at me. Hey.

You are gonna live. We are gonna live. Okay?

You and me!

Shit! Shit.

Feel the burn!

Let's see if I can bring him out. I know this motherfucker.

Hey,

Whitey Bulger, don't tell me that we've been through all of this,

and you gonna stand out there and roast marshmallows

like some kind of bitch!

I knew that you was a cop, man.

I knew it by the way you kept calling me by my full fucking formal name,

Raymond.

Well, let me tell you something. If you stay outside...

you stay outside, it's all bullshit. Yeah.

Hey, the command voice looks me in the eye,

tells me where I missed the fork in the fucking road.

This is the end of the road, Raymond.

You a pure fucking fraud.

Over here!

Manny and I were fake DEA,

but we whipped up the fakest motherfucking badge out there.

I kept my word.

I told you I could get to anything inside or out, and I did.

The pawn broker. Your old man.

I even got that care package to your friend.

Just a bad spike for a junkie.

Now!

Ray, destroy your phone after you hear this.

I ran a big territory and sometimes I had to get creative to protect it.

You know, you once said that I shape-shifted.

Here I go again.

That narc, Jack Cross, he was a problem.

I sent Rick to Manny.

He was supposed to scare off Jack.

You know, like you always did with those kids.

But it was on the news, man.

And even then, I thought... I thought the DEA would bury this, but...

but someone kept pressing.

I tried, Ray. I told you to run, you know.

Yes, I used you. I used you like a weapon

but a man can love his weapon.

If you got out, if you hear this, just know that I'm the one running now.

You hang on to yourself a little longer, Ray.

Just give up on him.

He's family.

Special Agent, we got a Winnebago on fire,

a mile away, with four burned bodies.

Mina, I'm not sure if you can hear this but...

I don't know why, but I think you made it out.

No. I know you did.

I know you.

I know there's no way in hell you didn't make it out of there.

I fucking know you.

...a man can love his weapon.

If you got out, if you hear this, just know that I'm the one running now.

You hang on to yourself...

Fuck.

You know, in some other life, I was watching you in this truck.

What was I doing?

You was undercover.

Did you buy it?

Yeah. You looked pretty fucked up.

I'm convincing.

- What? - You got some shit on you.

I get it? I didn't get it?

Oh, shit.

Gone now?

Oh, come on. I got... Shit. Come on.

Help me out. Jesus.

Oh, shit.

You're clean.

Hallelujah.