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[pulsing dance music]

♪ ♪

- [snorts] - [laughing]

- Whoo!

Ladies,

we having a party or what?

- [giggles] I can have another.

You too, right, Jess? - OK, work.

- Attagirl.

Can't have a bunch of thirsty sailors out here, huh?

Uh-oh. No problem.

Plenty more downstairs.

- Let's go somewhere. - [giggling]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

♪ ♪

[muffled gunshot]

♪ ♪

- Where's Kip?

- Kip? Kippy?

Are you down here?

- Kip?

- Are you down here?

[loud splash]

♪ ♪

What?

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs, chuckles]

That was refreshing. - Refreshing?

I'm exhausted.

- Good.

I was afraid you were off the market.

I heard things were complicated with, uh, what's her name.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm a free man.

- You've made that abundantly clear.

- Mm-hmm.

- Mm.

So... - Mm.

Lalo Cabrella.

- Oh, really?

We're gonna talk about work, are we?

- Mm. - OK.

Lalo Cabrella, high up in the Ortega Cartel.

He's known to us. What of him?

- He's here in New York City.

- Says who? - Says me.

- OK.

So what's someone so high up in the Ortega Cartel

doing here in the city?

- That's your job, isn't it?

But whatever it is, it can't be good,

because Lalo Cabrella isn't good.

- No, he definitely is not.

- Be careful.

Cabrella has a nasty reputation,

and I'd hate for you to get yourself killed

just as we're getting reacquainted.

- Well, I will try my level best.

- And just to say it,

you know when I say what's her name

I'm referring to Toni Napier,

rogue CIA intelligence officer.

[tense music]

What's her name.

- Don't worry. That's over.

I've learned my lesson there.

Never fall in love with your partner,

lest they fake their own death and go on a killing spree.

♪ ♪

You got the room till 11:00.

Enjoy yourself.

[grunting, bags pounding]

[buzzer blares] - Ooh.

- OK. All right.

You know what?

You are definitely not as rusty as I thought you'd be.

- I was only out three weeks.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

- I'm always here for you, man. Come on.

So are you doing all right or what?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

You know, I remember when we lost my dad.

Cancer, same deal, just

went so quick at the end, you know?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- We boxing or talking about our feelings?

- OK.

OK.

It's all good. - You all right?

- Ooh. Oh, hold on.

- You OK? - Yeah, no.

That's a pretty good shot for a guy who swears that he's fine.

- Sorry. My bad.

- Oof.

- Yeah, yeah. I'll be there.

- Down to the last of the boxes.

Your mom swears.

Her words.

- I'll go through them. It won't be a problem.

- OK.

- Hey, please be nice to my--

Who am I kidding? You're always nice to my mom.

I'll see you for dinner.

Love you. - Love you more.

- All right, partner? - Ah.

- Your first day back, and I have

to hear about it thirdhand?

- You know, it wasn't funny the first time,

and believe it or not,

it doesn't get funnier the more you do it.

- Oh, I strenuously disagree.

- How did you even-- ah, doesn't matter.

- It's OK. You can admit it.

You missed me.

- That's your takeaway here?

- No, my takeaway is you don't call.

You don't write.

Your dad passed away a month ago,

and, as your friend, I would have liked

to have been there for you.

- Well, you're here now.

- Yes, I am.

So, um, do you want to talk about it, your dad?

- Some other time.

- Good, 'cause we've got a live one,

and you're making us late.

Come on. What are you waiting for?

- You're not getting up front? - No, no.

No time. The world needs saving.

[engine rumbles]

- So how's the new girl?

- Way more fun than you are, mate, that's for sure.

Teddy, look who came back early.

Bill, meet Teddy Marsh.

She just transferred here from the Berlin station.

- Hey.

This one, do you let him drive?

- I do not let him drive.

- Well, he tricked me.

- Welcome to his world. - Mm.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Good to see you, Bill.

Gina, let's bring the group up to what we know.

- Yeah, Colin tipped us off to a visitor,

just arrived in New York.

This is cartel fixer Lalo Cabrella.

Fixer being an odd name for a guy who has broken

as many bones as he has.

He works for the Ortega Cartel out of Colombia.

- It's now recognized as an international

terrorist organization.

He's wanted in a dozen different countries.

Today he's here. I want to know why.

- I'll call FBI Transnational Organized Crime.

- Yeah, not necessary.

We have a lead courtesy of my asset.

- Lalo needs documents for his eventual exit.

That's our angle.

We locate him, and we put a tail on him.

- I'm gonna reach out to my DEA contact,

make sure we don't run into any friendlies out there.

- Copy that.

No rest for the wicked, eh?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Thanks.

- Why don't you load up your arsenal?

I'll meet you downstairs.

- OK.

- You look good. You're sleeping.

- Yeah. I'm good.

Ready to work. - I know.

You said so before I even asked.

Listen, um,

ops go bad.

People die. Wives leave.

Officers drink, or worse,

to compensate or overcompensate.

What we do is hard.

You don't need a clear conscience.

You need a clear head.

- Mm.

I am ready.

I would not put myself or this team in danger.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

OK, I've been meaning to ask you--

- No, still haven't spoken to Toni.

And, uh, I've decided I'm not going to.

Don't even know where they've taken her.

I'm over it--

deeply, profoundly, heroically.

- I was gonna ask if you know who stole my desk chair?

- Oh.

Yeah, no, that was me.

Yeah, I'm not giving it back, though.

Here we are. We got movement.

[tense music]

OK, that's Cabrella and they've made contact.

Walking towards you.

You ready for this?

- Like riding a bike.

♪ ♪

- He's crossing the street, heading over to you.

♪ ♪

Where is he? - He's gone.

- What do you mean he's gone? - What do I mean?

What do you mean what do I mean?

You didn't go wide enough to keep eyes on him.

- Why would I have to go wide

if I've told you I was dropping back?

- See, maybe we should have had a better plan.

- Great. Go on. This is great.

Like riding a bike, huh? What, blindfolded on acid?

- You think you're so much better than everyone.

- People could just try a little bit harder.

- People? - Yes, people.

You know, in general, humanity.

- You know what I ought to do? - Please, enlighten me.

- He's all yours now.

- OK, copy that. Thanks, Nikki.

I know this was just for show,

but do you want to finish that thought?

You ought to what?

- I forgot. I don't know.

I was just improvising. - It sounded very believable.

- Hey, boys, can we focus?

- Yeah, I know I can.

Gina, can you track him? - We can.

Also, we are eastbound.

- Sending it through now. Black sedan, Florida plates.

- Whoa, how did we-- did we just try and--

- Nikki brushed him with a low level

radioactive tracing powder.

- Love it.

♪ ♪

- Oh, posh friends, Lalo.

Very tasteful.

- Zeeb, who's at 93 Baker Court?

Anyone on our watch list? - Something weird here.

The house is owned by a Delaware LLC,

and it's tied to a shell company in BVI.

This guy did not want to be found.

- Can you get a name?

- I think I can.

Appears to be a Mitch Selby.

- Former Navy SEAL, and has done

quite a few tours as a private contractor with the DEA.

♪ ♪

[distant bang]

♪ ♪

- Don't move.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Who the hell are we?

We're the guys who finally caught you, mate.

- [chuckles]

I recognize you.

The idiots on my ass back in the city.

- That's us.

Tell me, when you're torturing the guy,

do you yank the nails off real quick,

or do you peel them back nice and slow?

- I did nothing here.

- You traveled all this way to ask

this DEA agent some questions?

How'd you find him? 'Cause he didn't make it easy.

- You know I didn't kill that man.

Why don't you hurt me, huh?

See what that feels like. Maybe you might like it.

- Well, if that's what you want,

but I got to tell you, I'm all messed up,

mentally.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- You can't do that.

CIA doesn't torture. Not anymore.

- What makes you think I'm CIA?

- Experience.

Now, come on, uncuff me. Let me go home.

- You want the help of the CIA?

How did you find Mitch Selby?

- Six years now I've been looking for this money.

Last week, I got a tip that this DEA pig stole from me.

And now you found me here? No, no, no, no.

That's too easy.

Something bigger is going on.

Someone wanted you to find me here.

♪ ♪

- Lalo didn't have time to kill this guy.

- Nice house, isn't it?

For a DEA contractor.

Nice paintings.

- Of course. Antonio Jacobsen.

Not cheap.

- How'd you know that?

- Besides the fact that his name's right at the bottom?

I mean, color palette, shading, late 19th century.

- Bill Goodman, you really are an onion, aren't you?

OK, well, if you're gonna spend all that money

on this painting, why would you--

- Why hang it half an inch crooked?

- Yeah.

Well, whatever Selby was hiding in here is gone now.

I'm gonna call Nikki.

We're not seeing the full picture here.

[tense music]

- Deborah?

- Nikki Reynard.

What do you have to trade today?

- Trade? No, me, never.

No.

I come bearing gifts today.

We got Lalo Cabrella in custody.

- How?

- Tailed him to a house in Douglaston.

Found him standing over a dead DEA agent.

- Was it Kip Hall? - It was Mitch Selby.

Who's Kip Hall?

- Six years ago, DEA tracked Lalo

to a safe house in Antioquia.

It was a fortress loaded with cash.

We built an advance team. Kip Hall was on it. Selby.

We raided the house, but it was dry.

No Lalo. No money.

- But?

- I wondered.

Is it possible dirty agents on our side scooped up the cash

before we hit the house?

- Have you confirmed this wonderment?

- Well, Kip Hall retired at 50,

bought a 60-foot yacht

on a government's pension

and vanished out the back of it

two days ago, so...

- So Hall's missing.

Selby's dead. Tortured first.

- Maybe Lalo finally tracked the guys who ripped him off.

He's here for his revenge.

- Who was on the advance team? - Have to check.

But, Nikki,

if it's what it looks like...

- I know.

This isn't a one-off. It's a killing spree.

Hey, what do we know about our missing DEA agent, Kip Hall?

- Suffolk County PD searched his yacht bow to stern.

Not a speck of blood or trace DNA

belonging to anyone who wasn't on board.

- And according to his-- - According to his

two female companions,

Kip went down below for a few minutes.

Later, they hear a strange noise,

go to check it out, he was gone.

- A strange noise, like someone prying a hole open into a wall?

- They weren't specific, and their judgment

may have been clouded by a heroic amount

of cocaine and aged rum.

- Wait, a hole in the wall like the one at Selby's?

- So, two former DEA agents, one dead, one MIA.

Safe to assume the worst.

That's evidence that the killer was looking for something.

- Stolen drug money?

Millions?

- Lalo didn't do this murder,

and there's no evidence he was even on that boat.

- No, of course he didn't, because the cartel

does not leave witnesses.

But somebody else did this.

Someone very careful.

- So we're saying that someone hired a professional,

someone with insider knowledge

on this DEA team.

Thank you.

- What is it?

- Intel from my DEA contact.

The agent who coordinated the failed bust,

name was Keith Truman.

He can lead us to this DEA team.

- Great. Where can we find him?

- Well, that's the problem, isn't it?

[tense music]

- OK, keep it quiet, keep it clean.

Last thing we want is a shootout.

- Confirmation on our target?

- Keyhole recon puts him inside with three,

maybe four associates. - [chuckles] OK.

Satellite imagery,

busting into places without a warrant--

sounds like fun.

[suspenseful music]

[upbeat dance music playing]

♪

♪

- Psst.

♪

- Show me your hands. - What the--

- Now!

- Where's your warrant, pig?

- Dez, where you at? - Move!

- What are you doing? - Listen, Agent Bill Goodman.

Relax.

- Yeah, I don't think I will.

This better be damn good 'cause you are

about to blow a six-month op.

- We had to. - Agent Keith Truman?

Listen, I hate to be a party pooper,

but we think your life's in danger.

You may be the only person who can tell us why.

- Someone's after my guys? What are you talking about?

- First of all, why don't you tell us about this raid

on Lalo Cabrella's house six years ago.

- Down in the Aburrá Valley.

This guy's supposed to be sitting on a mountain of cash.

We get there, house is empty.

This raid is supposed to make my career, right?

Instead, look at me.

I'm still sitting here chasing these dirtbags undercover.

- Ever figure out what went wrong?

- Chalked it up to bad intel.

- Well, it might not be that simple, Keith.

Mitch Selby's been murdered.

Kip Hall went missing off his boat two days ago,

and NYPD just dredged up his body with a bullet wound

to the head.

Both professional hits.

[tense music]

- Oh, man.

♪ ♪

- Mitch and Kip.

They were my advance team on that raid.

If they're dead, this was revenge.

It was them. They stole that money.

It wasn't bad intel.

My guys used my work to rip off the cartel

and make me look the righteous ass.

- Listen, we coordinated with DEA.

We've set up a safe house for you.

We'll get you taken there.

Then we're gonna find this assassin.

You lay low until we give you all clear.

You understand?

- Watch your back.

- All right.

- All right, guys, I might have something.

So we know that local PD dredged the sound

near Kip's boat, found his body weighted down,

single gunshot to the head.

I just got off with a source in MI-6.

This here was Erika Nystrom, Swedish tech billionaire.

Went missing off her 60-meter yacht three years ago,

sailing the Coast of Sardinia.

Divers found her body weighted down,

just like Kip Hall.

Single bullet to the head.

So we got same, same.

So the Brits think that this was the work of an assassin

named Felix Vincente.

- What?

- Yeah.

You guys have heard of him?

- Yeah, understatement.

He's killed three CIA operatives,

amongst many others.

But his, uh-- his greatest skill

is convincing the world he doesn't exist.

- We thought he was dead.

I guess we thought wrong. - Yeah.

- Not a single image on file?

OK, there's just this sketch made by the police

officers in Latvia.

But, I mean, this guy could be anyone.

Even his name, Felix Vincente,

could be an alias or an anagram.

- Well, whoever he is, he could be our guy

hunting down former federal agents.

- And robbing them of cartel cash.

We have any idea who hired him?

- Well, how do we even find this Felix guy?

- I mean, I'll start by looking up

suspicious activity reports, wire transfers,

mentions in other cases, anything.

But clearly this guy's a ghost.

- And how long till we have any possible locations?

- Many, many hours.

- Great.

[laughter]

- Hey, look who it is. - Hey.

- Sorry I'm late.

- I was just showing Katie the pictures from

the spring break at Lake George.

- Oh, yeah.

How could we forget the time I broke my arm

and my ankle water skiing?

- Oh, but it couldn't keep you down.

Hey. - Hey, honey.

- Look at this.

It's such a great picture of you and your dad.

- Come on.

The food is here.

Let's sit down so I can tell her about the time

you got into a fight with a goose.

- [laughs]

He started it.

- [laughs]

[paper rustling]

- [light chuckle]

Mom, when was dad in Georgia? - I don't know.

He had connecting flights in Atlanta all the time.

- No, this boarding pass puts him in Tbilisi in 1998.

- '98?

Uh, he was consulting then, after the Army.

- Right.

- Must have done some business over there.

- Huh. - Babe?

- Yeah? - You OK?

- Yeah, all good.

Just going down memory lane.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

This is it?

Vincente's name pinged at this location?

- According to Gina's analysis, yeah.

- It's a garage.

- Well, nothing gets past you, does it?

- Hold on.

We calling SWAT, or we clearing this ourselves?

Guess we're not calling SWAT.

Maybe this is his?

- Could be.

- Whoa, whoa, don't--

- Don't what, Bill?

It's just a drop cloth.

- Camera.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

- Gina, call NYPD.

We need to secure this location.

[explosion]

[car alarms blaring]

There's a bomb in the garage.

♪ ♪

- Unbelievable.

- You guys are OK?

- We're alive.

- So good news, bad news.

We found Felix Vincente's car.

It was under live camera surveillance.

- Surveillance is smart.

Rigging a car to blow, that's a "break glass in case

of emergency" maneuver.

- You think someone tipped him that we're onto him?

- Only other person we told about any of this

was Keith Truman.

- Oh, and then a day later,

you're nearly incinerated by the killer.

- Yeah, I don't think it's a coincidence.

- Agree.

I scanned all of the cams from the garage

going back three weeks,

and...

look who I found.

- Agent Keith Truman. - Twice.

He was there last night.

- I thought he was supposed to be in the safe house.

He lied.

He's working with Vincente.

- It makes sense. DEA Agent Keith Truman.

He whiffed six years ago.

He wanted to arrest Lalo Cabrella.

- But his case went bad.

So he finds a way to tip Lalo off,

brings him up from South America

to frame him for a couple of murders.

- A dirty DEA agent. We will get him.

The real win is taking out a wanted assassin.

Only reason a killer like Vincente sticks around

is if he has another target.

- I'll reach out to DEA, see if there's something

or someone we're missing.

Meantime, Gina, get eyes on Truman.

Put a drone over his ass. We don't lose him.

You understand? - Yep.

- Here's what I know.

Truman's after-action listed himself,

Hall, Selby, and local hires.

The official version.

- Hmm. And the unofficial?

- Pulled the flight logs myself.

There was a pilot, Gary Martin,

a contractor.

Elite military background.

He didn't make tactical entry, so his name stayed buried.

- Well, if that money made it out of the country,

somebody flew it out.

- DEA lost track of him.

Some real Rambo situation, according to my girl here.

Says Gary Martin lives down two dirt roads in Tennessee,

gets his mail delivered to the Dairy Queen.

Go figure.

But more to the point,

Martin landed in JFK this morning.

- Why would he do that?

- Mitch Selby's funeral is one guess.

- I owe you one. - You owe me several.

I keep a ledger.

[electronic chime]

- No answer.

He's definitely staying here.

The guy in reception just said he popped out

for a coffee, so...

The waiting game, eh?

Bill, you with me?

- Yeah. Uh--

Been going through my dad's things and--

- OK, mate, look, you don't need to be here.

- No, I found an airline ticket for Tbilisi in Georgia.

My dad didn't keep secrets. I don't know.

It's just not sitting right.

- Tbilisi? - Yeah.

It was after he retired from the military though.

Never mentioned it.

- Bill, mate, I wouldn't overthink it.

I mean, you don't tell Katie what we do,

and I still consider you a good person.

- My God.

- What?

- You just gave me a compliment.

Do I seemed that messed up? - No.

No, just as confused as usual.

- And he's back.

- Heads up.

Gary Martin?

We need to talk.

- You seem pretty calm for a man on a hit list.

- Yeah, well, I figured this day might come.

You know, Keith--Keith is a miserable person.

I didn't want to rob the cartel.

- But you did.

- Well, he blackmailed me.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

He found out about my drug problem.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I was a DEA cliché,

but Keith, he was dirty since day one.

- So are you saying that Keith set up the heist?

- Yeah, that was his whole deal.

I mean, as he would have told you, you know,

no one tracks the money better than me.

Maybe he was right.

But we got there a day early and hit the house.

- So the three of you double crossed your boss?

- Yeah, we did.

Yeah, 'cause screw him, you know?

- Rob from bad people, what did you think

was going to happen?

- [laughs]

Yeah, we knew.

But it felt good to get over on him.

For a second.

There was this guard that we didn't expect.

He was a kid.

Maybe 15 years old, you know?

Now, Kip was the one who pulled the trigger, but Mitch and me,

did we stop him?

I quit the DEA,

got clean,

tried to start over.

[somber music]

But I would, uh--

♪ ♪

I just, uh, see his face, you know?

I'll just be sitting at a red light and...

- After all that, why come to Mitch Selby's funeral?

- Mitch was decent.

Mitch got me clean.

So I want to pay my respects.

That is all I ask.

And then you guys can lock me up for what we did,

what I did.

- Well,

I'm thinking that, uh,

maybe we can help

each other out here, Gary.

How do you feel about being a live target

for an international assassin?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Seem a little on edge, Gary.

- I got this.

I've ruined Keith's plans before.

Be fun to try it sober.

- Good man. Here.

Listen, uh,

if you want to skip the funeral,

I can handle it from here.

- And let you take all the credit?

No way.

- OK. Good.

Let's go nab some bad guys.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- OK, Gary's wide open.

- Let's see who's taken an interest.

♪ ♪

- Gravedigger, 50 yards east, lingering by a pickup.

- Zeeb.

- The gravedigger

appears to be making

a living as a gravedigger.

♪ ♪

- Lonely widow, red dress, carrying flowers, 9 o'clock.

- I don't want to burst your bubble,

but your lonely widow is visiting

her late ex-husband's grave.

She's a middle school English teacher.

I don't think she's our shooter.

- Keep scanning possibilities.

- At this time, the Selby family

would like to invite you to a reception

honoring Mitch at Gill's Bar on Stillman Avenue.

- Nikki, do you want Teddy and me at this reception?

- Uh, no.

No, get back here.

I want Gary transferred to FBI custody.

- Copy that, Nikki.

I think we might roll to this reception just in case.

Bill, you joining us?

I still need your eyes.

Bill?

Bill?

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

[somber music]

- Copy that.

♪ ♪

- I wanted to help,

get right with the world.

- Yeah, well, there'll be time for that.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[high-pitched ringing]

[suspenseful music]

[heart thumping]

- Go, go, go, go, go!

♪

[panicked reactions]

[gunfire]

♪

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

I've got Gary! Go, go!

♪ ♪

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

♪ ♪

[grunting]

- FBI! Stay down. Get down.

♪ ♪

- Don't do it! Felix, no!

It's over. Just give yourself up.

- I'm ready for this, Mr. FBI man.

Are you?

- No.

♪ ♪

Come on.

[whispers] Come on.

♪ ♪

[soft dramatic music]

[car door shuts]

- All right, Keith?

How's that safe house working out for you?

- Why don't you open up the van for us?

- It's not my van.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- Why don't we test that theory?

- I still haven't seen a warrant.

- Ask my partner.

- Hmm.

- Well, well.

Not your van?

I guess that's not your money.

- You think you're better than me.

- Well, I know I'm not,

but my friend Bill here definitely is.

He's honest to a fault, aren't you, Bill?

But the one thing he really can't stand is a dirty fed.

Felix Vincente,

your hitman for hire, he's on the run.

If you help us find him, maybe we can help you.

- I wouldn't help either one of you two,

even if I could.

I had a phone number. That's it.

Felix Vincente?

Who knows who the hell he is.

- Bill, I think I'm done here.

- [grunts] - Read him his rights.

We could do a lot of good with that money.

- What money?

[somber music]

♪ ♪

I suppose I should say thank you for saving

my life at the cemetery.

But I'm not going to, 'cause it was luck, Bill,

wasn't it? You just got lucky.

I saw you staring out over those buried people

and you froze.

Your dad just died.

It's fine if you're not OK.

You can lie to yourself,

but you can't lie to me,

so don't try.

♪ ♪

[knocking]

- Come on in.

Hey, hot date tonight?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Huh? Nothing at all.

- You been monitoring my social life?

- [chuckles]

- Listen, um,

I need access to all CIA files

on Operation Palomar. Tbilisi, '98 to--

- 1998 to 2003.

Yeah, that is a dark stain on us all.

- Yeah.

- What could that matter tonight?

- Uh, it's probably nothing.

Is this gonna be a problem?

- You tell me.

I'll get you access.

- Thank you for that.

Everything else good?

- Oh, just peachy.

- Peachy? - Yeah.

- Well, can't get better than that.

[Wye Oak's "Civilian"]

- ♪ I am nothing without pretend ♪

♪ I know my thoughts ♪

♪ Can't live without them ♪

♪ ♪

- What?

What do you mean they didn't find a body?

- No body.

No trace of him.

♪ ♪

- You know what this means.

- Felix Vincente is alive,

and we need to get our arms around this.

- Yeah.

- ♪ I don't need another friend ♪

♪ When most of them I can barely keep up with ♪

♪ I'm perfectly able to hold my own hand ♪

♪ But I still can't kiss my own neck ♪

♪ ♪

[heavy guitar solo]

[elevator bell dings]

♪ ♪

[elevator bell dings]

♪ ♪

- I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but then...

Here.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- What is this?

This can't be right.

My father was CIA?

♪ ♪

What does this even mean?

- I don't know.

I don't know, but you and me are

going to figure it out together, OK?

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]