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♪♪ score begins ♪♪

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(Car tires squeal)

(Silencer gunshots)

- (Gunshot) - WOMAN 1: Unh!

(Train wheels clacking)

(Silencer gunshots)

(Heavy breathing)

MAN 1: At least let me know who it was.

(Birds chirping)

(Record stylus down)

♪♪ Moody jazz music plays ♪♪

♪♪

(Cup down)

(Lock beeps, disengages)

(Sighs)

(Cup down on counter)

(Jazz music ends)

♪♪ mysterious score ♪♪

(Lock beeps, disengages)

(TV turns on)

(Drone whirring)

(Lock beeps; disengages)

(Doors rolling open)

(Doors closing)

(Birds chirping) (Crow cawing)

NICOLAS: Clever girl.

(Tin sliding)

(Creek burbling)

(Hatch closing)

♪♪

(Dog barking in distance)

♪♪ Country music on radio ♪♪

(Indistinct conversations)

(Dishes clatter in background)

(Nicolas sighs)

JANICE: You know,

there are other tables that are cleaned off.

You don't always have to sit at this one.

Good morning.

The usual?

Yeah. Thanks.

Okay.

(Footsteps away)

(Bird caws)

(Door creaks)

(Birds chirping)

♪♪ Country music on radio ♪♪

COOK: Order up.

Well, at least it feels a little warmer today, right.

So,

did I tell you what my daughter wants for her birthday now?

A kitten.

What am I going to do with a kitten

if I'm working 12-hour shifts?

Mind you, I don't want to let her down, and

I guess her brother could help her out with a cat,

but lately he's been so...

I mean, he's fine, it's silly.

He's been getting teased because he can't get past level 10

in Gatekeeper... it's a video game...

and I keep telling him they're not his friends

if they won't help him.

Kids are mean.

It's always something, Louis, it's always something.

I'll be back with your food, okay?

All right, thanks.

(Flipping pages)

♪♪ tense score ♪♪

(Zipping up jacket)

IRENE: Do you like humorous books?

Yeah.

Well, I think this one is going to be a good one for you.

Okay.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning, Louis. Excuse me.

So, have you finished your book already?

Fini.

Oh, you melt my heart with that stuff.

C'est mon plaisir.

Oh, if I was 20 years younger.

Okay, 40. Who am I kidding? (Nicolas laughs)

Anyway, I have your next book set aside for you.

- Oh, great. - There you go.

Thank you.

And I had a tea I wanted to share with you...

mmm, but my kettle stopped working.

Hm.

Oh!

Ginger, a little clove.

Mm-hm.

Guangdong province, maybe. Kenyan leaves.

Oh, you are good. Ho-ho-ho.

Oh, my goodness. You know how they say

certain smells could unlock the memories

- of a time and place. - Mm.

Well, I did travel through Kenya.

- Huh. - Oh, what a time that was.

(Nicholas chuckles)

Anyway, I was so looking forward to having tea with you.

Ah, well, it just might be a short. You got a paperclip?

I do. I do. I do. Here you go.

Yeah, you can't buy this in town, I've already checked.

♪♪ Light classical music ♪♪

Hm.

Cool.

- (Switch turning on) - Voila.

Oh!

You are my hero.

On the house.

Ah, thank you.

And don't forget to put my secret ingredient in there.

I've got a very special Balvenie 50 waiting.

- Ooh-hoo. - Au revoir.

Ooh. Au revoir.

(Irene chuckles)

(Crow cawing)

♪♪ Ominous score ♪♪

(Crow cawing)

- MAN 2: Hey. - WOMAN 2: Hey!

(Dog yapping)

MAN 2: Hey, buddy.

(Indistinct)

(Dog yapping)

(Man and woman continue conversation)

(Man chuckles)

(Birds chirping)

(Cup down)

(Voices echo indistinctly)

(Gasping and coughing)

MALE TORTURER: This isn't your work.

FEMALE TORTURER: Everyone breaks.

I'm going to repeat the question, Nicolas...

(Multiple echoing voices)

(Beeping)

(Water burbling gently)

(Woodpecker in distance)

(Nicholas chuckles)

(Meowing)

Gotcha.

(Chuckles)

Hey, there.

(Grunt)

(Birds chirping)

(Tires rumbling)

Good morning.

VET: Good morning.

Well, you were right.

Definitely caught her just in time.

She's ready to pop.

Yeah.

I don't think those kittens of hers

would have survived long outdoors.

That cover it?

Most people just put out poison.

Yeah.

Don't want the kittens?

No, thanks. But if you could save one for Janice

at the diner, that'd be great.

Of course.

- (Meowing) - See you later.

See you later.

I mean, my son's perfect, I don't have to tell him

to do a thing. But Emma?

it's like I have to whack her over the head

before she'll even listen, her mind is always elsewhere.

She does have a heart of gold, though, she really does.

But...

I do my best.

I got something for you.

(Rustling)

What's this?

That is the code that will get your son past level ten.

Gatekeeper?

Yeah.

I was looking into it last night; all the other kids

are using it too.

(Laughs)

♪♪ Country music on radio ♪♪

You really are a sweet man.

(Plate shattering)

Who's that?

Tony, I think.

He started here a few days ago.

I don't know much about him.

Um, do you need anything else?

No, I'm good.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Hey, Louis... - Hey.

There's a man looking for you.

He came into the shop and had a photo.

Oh.

And he's been asking other people.

You didn't tell me you're a wanted man.

Anyway, I thought you just might want to know.

Yeah.

Oh, wait...

Him. That's him there.

♪♪ Tense score begins ♪♪

(Car unlocking chirp)

(Indistinct conversation)

(Footsteps)

(Leaves rustling)

(No audible dialogue)

(Rain pattering on roof)

(Footsteps)

(Sigh)

(Engine turning over and revving)

(Gasp)

DWIGHT: Jesus.

(Nervous breathing)

Who are you?

DWIGHT: I'm Dwight Logan.

I'm with the agency.

And I have a message from Elias Kane.

All right, shut up and drive.

Okay. Okay.

(Gearshift engaging)

(Engine revving)

Right, get out. Into the barn.

(Grunts)

Ah!

Unh.

(Water running)

(Grunting)

(Exhale)

(Water running)

Which one of these numbers belongs to Elias?

Fuck you.

Try looking under K, asshole.

(Grunting)

(Groaning)

(Car passing by)

♪♪ Tense score begins ♪♪

(Footsteps)

(Door closes)

Empty your pockets.

ELIAS: I'm not comfortable with that.

Empty.

(Soft sigh)

Have a seat, pal.

Dwight?

Oh, he's fine if I'm back in an hour.

You didn't trust me?

I don't trust anyone.

You know that.

You still smoking the Malawis?

Your last one.

Sadly, yes, but I quit.

It's a hard habit.

No, it's a filthy habit.

The pleasure isn't.

Figure my last breath might as well have that sweet flavor

running through my lungs one last time, if given the chance.

Perhaps that time is now?

How'd you find me?

Big Brother's always watching, Nicolas.

The agency has been scanning since you went deep.

There was a hit.

I intercepted it to protect you.

As your friend.

Ah, my friend?

I'm the only one who came over to your side

after what happened.

I'm still on your side.

Most of your friends want you dead more than your enemies.

Monica's missing.

Your Monica?

Yeah.

She's hell-bent on finding out who's behind the assassinations.

She always adored you, Nicolas.

She feels the same way I do about this,

she wants to know who's behind it.

I warned her how dangerous it was.

She's very skilled.

She doesn't have the same experience we do.

She got too close and he took her.

Who?

Quentin.

She was onto some lead.

Something he had

that was positive proof of who set you up.

Who set all of us up.

Any demands?

Nothing.

(Nasal exhale)

If Quentin took her,

she's already dead.

I don't think so.

Why come to me?

Where's the agency in all this?

The agency is all but shuttere after what happened.

And what good would they do?

You're the only one who knows his real identity...

and how to find him.

So, you didn't expose me because we're friends

or because you need me?

Both.

Nobody knows who Quentin is.

That's what makes him so powerful.

But he's your guy.

Only through back channels.

That's enough.

Look, we don't know for sure if he's involved at all,

but Monica found something that convinced her

he knows the identity of the assassin.

It's on some digital file or something.

That was her lead, where to get her hands on that file,

when she disappeared.

Eight of our friends are dead.

Someone forced you to give up their names.

Don't you want to know who?

Get up.

(Item clattering on table)

Let's go.

♪♪

(Grunting)

(Water sloshing)

(Groaning)

ELIAS: Jesus Christ. Does nothing ever change?

(Grunting)

(Grunting and groaning continues)

(Large splash)

For fuck's sakes, Nicolas.

How long you known my location?

We've known for weeks.

Not you!

The hit was a few weeks ago.

It took some old-fashioned legwork

to pinpoint you after that,

all I had was the general area.

This isn't how I imagined you living your life.

I thought maybe Brussels, even Buenos Aires.

(Laughs)

Which is why I'm here and not there.

You don't exactly blend into small-town America, Nicolas.

I don't know.

Louis has made a lot of friends here.

Louis?

(Laughs)

It might be cozy, Nicolas, but it's not in your blood.

(Laughs)

Yeah, well, Nic Shaw doesn't exist.

You know that.

Not after what happened.

I'm out of that life, Elias.

(Fire crackles quietly)

Not anymore.

You going to turn me in if I don't help you?

You'll be helping yourself.

What's done is done.

You know, I should have been allowed to kill him.

I really should have.

You're lucky he didn't kill you first, Dwight.

Right.

You're still good, but predictable.

I told Dwight all he'd have to do

was be seen and you'd come to him.

(Laughs)

You know, I could still do the job.

I mean, he is a fucking traitor.

Enough.

This is your chance to get your life back.

I told you I don't want it back.

Fuck Nic Shaw, then.

Fuck the agency.

If you're not going to do it for yourself,

then I'm asking you to do it for me.

Help me find my daughter.

- Not with him. - DWIGHT: What?

He's not involved.

- He's good, Nicolas. - He's careless.

I was trying to be seen.

Talks too much.

Fuck this noise.

Just us.

Okay. Just us.

(Footsteps away)

Serious?

There's plenty for you to do.

♪♪ Tense score begins ♪♪

(Sniffling)

ELIAS: We were never officially shut down

so I still have access to back-channel funding.

If there's something we need, I'm sure I can get it.

Eight in five days.

(Silenced gunshot)

- (Gunshot) - CAROLINE: Unh!

Whoever pulled the trigger was that goddamn good.

Died on their anniversary.

Don't do it to yourself.

Family can never know the truth. That's the game we play.

Hell, my ex-wife still doesn't know her own daughter

is now one of us.

Well, you'd bring Monica in.

She's too smart to be lied to.

Too smart for her own good.

Nicolas,

do you remember anything?

No, not much.

You got away, you escaped. How?

I don't know. Memories aren't clear.

Faces?

No.

Pretty sure I was water-boarded.

(Overlapping indistinct voices)

I broke.

I gave up their names.

(Crickets chirping)

(Car honks in distance)

(Train horn in distance)

I questioned a few of her neighbors.

They didn't know her, they're not much help.

Surveillance?

Yes, but no hit off her phone or anything else.

No lead other than she believed Quentin had the information

she was looking for.

So, who is she in this world?

Name's Rebecca.

Medical technician, single.

Travels half the year instructing facilities

on how to use the latest equipment.

♪♪ score begins ♪♪

Malawi?

Her one vice which, regrettabl I passed on to her.

Is this really necessary?

(Drawer closing)

I have been through everything here.

(Knocks on drawer bottom)

(Clattering)

Ah.

Javier?

No one else knew about her and Javier.

Obviously she's devastated.

She's determined to find out who's responsible for his death.

Sounds about right.

She reminds me more of you than me.

(Grunt)

(Gunshot) (Breaking glass)

(Grunt)

(Car engine revving) (Tires squealing)

(Kicking door open)

He's fresh.

The shooter knew we were coming.

I'm telling you, we're running silent on this!

Someone in your circle then.

Dwight's the only one involved and I trust him with my life.

Well, maybe you shouldn't.

Time to leave.

- (Approaching sirens) - I'll drive.

- So, who else wants us dead? - I don't know.

The assassin?

Finishing the job?

What if it's Quentin?

What if he not only knows the identity of the assassin,

but he hired the damned assassin in the first place?

What if he's behind all of this from top to bottom?

Monica got too close and now so are we.

The man's a fucking warlord -

drugs, guns, whatever it takes - including eliminating whomever,

wherever it gives him better leverage.

Taking out our team is suicide he knows that.

Had to be someone else.

Goddamn it, it doesn't matter.

He's our only connection to Monica and the assassin.

We got to find him and stop fucking around.

Doesn't make any sense. I don't understand why...

(Tires squealing)

What are you doing?

I could use a trim.

Jesus.

(Police siren in distance)

♪♪ Hip-hop music plays ♪♪

(Indistinct male rapper)

MALE RAPPER: ♪♪ Oh, look down ♪♪

♪♪ It's about to go down ♪♪

♪♪ Look up now What do you see now ♪♪

♪♪ No reflection No question ♪♪

♪♪ I'm losing my patience Complacent... ♪♪

(Hip-hop song continues quietly)

(Deep sigh)

MOUTHPIECE: Thought you were dead.

How'd you stay under for so long?

Lucky, I guess.

The killings shook our world, brother.

Hardly anyone's come up for air since.

You know why I'm here.

I thought you were the one who did it.

If it was me, you think I'd let you touch that .38

in your drawer?

(Police siren in distance)

(Gun clatters)

(Clattering in drawer)

(Sigh)

Quentin? That's not his style.

You people were too valuable to him.

Values change.

Yeah, maybe, but it doesn't add up.

You know how Quentin works, all right?

He loves playing puppet-master.

Yeah, in fact, there's some chatter

that he's holding some strings right now.

A prize. One of yours?

You know where?

That I don't know.

But if she's not dead then he's using her for bait.

I just need a trim.

He just needs a trim.

Come on.

Huh.

This guy's got a wet mouth.

All right.

And he's an idiot, so...

I'd get to him quickly before he dries up permanently.

Thank you.

It's a dangerous proposition, brother.

Well, may be the only way to clear my name.

You know, some of us are starting to wonder

if there really is a Quentin.

It's good to see you.

(Police siren)

- Hair looks nice. - Thanks.

♪♪ Tense score begins ♪♪

(Engine revving)

(Sighs)

(Car door closes)

(Beeping)

Thanks.

(Patting down body)

(Sniffles)

(Card down on table) (Sniffles)

(Clears throat)

(Uncorks bottle)

(Pouring liquid)

RICHARD: Why don't you boys have a seat, huh?

RICHARD (Spanish): Mi casa es su casa.

(Sniffles)

(Metal object down on plate)

(Sighing)

(Sniffles)

(Zippo lighter striking)

(Lighter down on plate)

So, you wanna tell me how the fuck you came

to find me.

We're looking for someone.

That's not the question I asked, dickhead.

And I was speaking to him.

(Drags on cigarette)

I don't know you

and I already don't like you

and I sure as fuck don't trust you.

You come here asking for me by name in my place of business,

but the fucked-up thing is that no one knows me

by my name in my place of business.

The only reason that you are not dead right now

is because I would like to know who sent you here.

Oh, I didn't get a name.

Did you get a name of the guy who sent us here?

You're not gonna answer the fucking question?

No.

That cigarette you're smoking

it's made with tobacco grown in Malawi

near Lilongwe.

It's only sold in central Africa.

It's a little strange because I only know a couple of people

who smoke those.

He's one.

This woman...

She's the other.

Yeah, I'd fuck her.

Where is she?

I'm the one asking the fucking questions.

(Woman moaning, breathing heavily on video)

WOMAN ON VIDEO: Yeah! Oh, oh...

(Laughing, moaning)

What the fuck is this, hm?

(Clicking phone buttons)

(Woman continues moaning, laughing)

No one's coming.

He's very good at this sort of thing.

(clicking phone hook switch)

(Audio glitching)

Fuck you and fuck you. Shoot him in the head.

(Gunshot) Ah! Fuck!

(Gunshots)

Fuck!

Did you take her?

Huh? Did you take her?

Yes.

Is she being held?

She's at The Orchard.

What's The Orchard?

It's a processing farm.

You know, like fucking greenhouses.

100 miles north.

There's a lot of greenhouses a 100 miles north of here.

It's off 55.

You cannot miss it.

That is the last place that I saw her,

I swear to God, swear to God.

It's a fucking game.

They keep her in one of the greenhouses

and he's waiting for you to find her.

Who, Quentin?

Yes or no?

Come on, come on, come on, come on, cowboy, just...

I gave you what you wanted.

Just don't tell anyone where you got this

because

he will have me killed.

Ah!

(Groaning)

(Engine turns off)

Here you go.

(Radio beeps) You good?

Yeah, good.

I don't like sitting out.

I need your eyes here.

Just like old times.

Yeah, super fun.

♪♪ Tense score begins ♪♪

(Door closes)

(Clattering)

(Stalks rustling)

(Nervous breathing)

(High-pitched beeping)

(Clicking)

♪♪

(Propeller airplane passing by overhead)

(Metal clattering)

(Groan)

(Grunting)

(Indistinct announcement over speakers)

(Heavy breathing)

(Radio static)

(Guard speaking indistinctly)

GUARD 1: I'm going to take a little break.

(Radio beeping)

(Thud)

(Gun clatters)

(Door creaks)

♪♪

(Radio beeping)

(Hyperventilating)

Nicolas?

Wha-what are you doing here?

I'm with your father.

Where is he?

He's close. Elias, I've got he

NICOLAS (O/S)(On the radio): Here she is.

(Radio beep and static)

Thank God.

Dad?

It's great to hear your voice, sweetie.

It's here. I almost had it.

I don't care.

Just get out of there, they're coming.

Not without the file.

All right. But hurry.

(Gasping)

GUARD 2: Hold it.

Here, take this.

This way.

MONICA: The card will get us into the office.

NICOLAS: Okay.

(Radio static)

♪♪

GUARD 3: Hey! Stop right there!

Oh!

(Loud alarm)

We have to get to the office.

The file is what matters.

Fuck.

(Garbled voices over radios)

(Excited shouting)

Ahh!

(Thud)

(Thud)

In here.

(Heavy metal door slams shut)

(Panting)

(Security lock beeps)

(Gun down)

I managed to log on before they caught me

but I couldn't break the encryption.

(Beeping)

All right, move over.

USB...

Which one?

Top right.

(Keyboard clacking)

Nice.

Okay, we don't have time to decode it.

All we need is the master database.

That's what I'm doing. I'm downloading it.

(Sigh)

All right, we're almost there.

(Exhales)

GUARD 5: Go, go, go! Move!

(Hard drive whirring)

Hurry, they're coming.

All right, got it.

Thanks for doing the hard part

What the hell's the matter with you?

I appreciate the rescue; it's over.

The drive - now!

(Radio beep)

Give her the drive, Nicolas.

(Gasp)

Give it.

Nice try, Elias.

Fuck! (Radio beep)

Let's go.

(Engine revving)

GUARD 6: Hold it. Oh!

Come on.

(Heavy breathing)

(Gunshots)

(Automatic gunfire)

(Grunting)

(Several gunshots)

GUARD 7: Ugh!

(Engine revving)

GUARD 8: Go, go, go!

(Tires screeching)

Get in.

(Tires screeching) (Engine revving)

(Birds chirping)

(Monica panting)

♪♪ score fades out ♪♪

Let's go.

Ugh!

Why don't you just fucking kill me?

Just keep moving.

Come on.

(Monica panting)

(Groaning)

♪♪ score ♪♪

God.

(Squelching)

Aw, shit.

Here...

(Grunting)

Ah!

♪♪

(Grunting)

(Panting)

(Door creaks)

(Items clatter)

(Items clatter in first aid box)

All right...

Fuck.

Ohh.

(Plastic rustling)

(Engine revving)

Oh.

Well done, Dwight. Thank you.

How'd he slip away?

How do you think?

He's still better than any of us.

(Heavy sigh)

So, what now?

He's not going to be so forgiving to her.

If she makes it out, she knows where to find me.

Is everything else in place?

We're good.

(Driveway signal bell dings)

(Tires squeal)

(Plants rustling)

(Groaning)

(Dishes clattering)

Uh.

(Groaning)

The bullet wasn't deep, you were lucky.

Just try not to move. I had to burn the wound,

I couldn't find anything for sutures.

Ahh.

Should've let me die.

(Fire crackling gently)

(Groaning)

I'd like to know why you tried to kill me first.

(Inhale)

I won't give you a chance to know it's coming next time.

Yeah, I usually know who my enemies are.

You surprised me.

(Metal clanking)

(Sigh)

They're going to see the smoke

Yeah, that's the idea.

(Metal clanking)

(Objects clattering and clanking)

(Items rattle in tool box)

(Toolbox thuds onto table)

(Rattling)

(Sighing)

What are you doing?

(Clattering)

(Clattering continues)

(Sighing)

(Loud breaths)

You already have a gun.

I spent my last 15 before we hit the woods.

(Exhale)

(Efforts)

♪♪ score begins ♪♪

MALE TORTURER: Give him another injection.

FEMALE TORTURER: Another injection will kill him.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't talk.

Give him another injection.

(Groaning)

Another injection will kill him.

What are you going to do with me?

Wasn't the torture.

What are you talking about?

That's not why I broke.

They drugged me.

You were working with Quentin.

You were going to take over his operations.

It's why you let him take out the team.

That's not why.

You had a choice.

You turned.

No. I remember.

My father was onto it.

He was going to take down both of you.

When you found out, you gave Quentin the names.

(Groaning)

Ahh!

Sodium thiopental.

- Breaks everyone. - No.

You gave them names before you were drugged.

Sodium thiopental creates memory loss.

It can also be used to brainwash.

If I'm the one behind it all,

why did I save your sorry life?

Why didn't I kill you and your father?

When you remember everything,

you will.

These are Quentin's men.

(Nervous breathing)

They want you dead too.

(Plants rustling)

(Car doors closing in distance)

(Bullets ricochet)

(Automatic gunfire)

Unh!

(Panting)

Fuck.

(Exhale)

(Car engine starting)

(Car pulling away)

(Exhale)

(Velcro ripping)

Fuck.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Dishes clattering)

(Plates down)

Hey, Dad.

Guess we should have made the rendezvous

at the Ritz Carlton. Heh.

Let's get you to a doctor.

No, I'm fine.

Let's just do this first.

Please.

Okay?

(Chair slides across floor)

(Data key down on table)

(Laptop keys clicking)

There's no data.

I watched him download it.

No,

you thought you watched him download it.

I saw it.

That's what he wanted you to think.

(Exhales)

He was destroying the evidence.

He knew all along.

He was using both of us.

So...

what do we do now?

We kill Nicolas

before he has a chance to turn on us again.

Yeah.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Indistinct conversation)

(Laughter)

Excuse me. Could I use your phone?

Who the hell are you?

Quick call.

No.

Hey, I got a landline you can use.

Yeah?

Thank you, man. Appreciate it.

No shit!

I didn't know he was going to pay for it.

Don't be an asshole.

(Laughter)

You take as long as you want.

Thanks. (Dial tone)

(Beeps)

(Line ringing)

Hey, it's me.

I got a book I want to order.

Ready?

It's account number

5549

81222,

Tango, Delta, 5744,

Juliette, Kilo, X-ray.

You got it?

All right, I'll see you soon.

Thanks.

Hey, you need a ride or anything?

Yes.

Can you give me a lift?

Fuck, yeah.

(Laughter)

(Cries of pain)

♪♪

This can end, Nicolas.

Who is Quentin?

Where is he?

MECHANIC: Mister?

Hey, mister...

Hm?

We're here.

Yeah.

Hey, you've already paid me enough.

Why don't I drive you all the way into town?

No, I'm good. Thanks, man.

(Tire squeals)

(Distant traffic)

♪♪ Classical music ♪♪

IRENE: All right. Receipt today?

Great.

Here you go, sign that. Here you go.

Well, look who it is. What a nice surprise!

Haven't seen you in ages, I was starting to get worried.

Oh, is there somebody out looking for me?

No, I can't say there has.

Hey, that book ever come in that I ordered?

Yes, it did. Just one minute.

Bye, thanks. Come again.

(Laughs)

(Lock clicks)

(Speaking French)

(Speaking French)

Here.

That call could have been intercepted.

I got the right file from the database

but it still needs to be decoded.

There wasn't enough time.

I'll do it.

What's on it, Nicolas?

Proof. Who's behind the hits.

Quentin used this as leverage to draw us out.

Will it help you?

I hope so.

I got memories slowly coming back,

little things unlocking like...

sounds and smells.

Like, I remember they drugged me but nobody asked any questions

about our team members, only about Quentin.

Somebody gave up their names but it wasn't me.

(Door handle rattling)

(Knocking on door)

♪♪ Tense score ♪♪

Go on, get out of here.

Bad for business.

(Footsteps away)

(Rear door unlatching)

(Door creaking)

♪♪

(Creek burbling)

(Keys hitting table)

(Security lock beeps)

(Beep)

(File opening whoosh)

(Security lock beeps)

(Box sliding on shelf)

(Velcro ripping)

MAN 3: Wait here.

(Woman speaking quietly)

♪♪ Country music ♪♪

(Dishes clattering)

(Background conversations)

Anything exciting today, Sheriff?

SHERIFF: I'm heading over to Montrose.

They're having a fundraiser BBQ at The Corner.

Some of those boys can get a little excited.

Then probably head down to St. Boni for a few days

afer that, and, you now,

be back in this area Thursday, like always.

Nope. Nothing new. Just the way I like it.

Well, some of us wouldn't mind some excitement around here.

Daylight savings starts this weekend.

Somebody's going to forget to change the clock.

Mind-blowing.

♪♪ Tense score ♪♪

(Indistinct conversations in distance)

Morning, Sheriff.

Morning.

Stay safe out there.

(Car engine turns over)

I appreciate that.

You have a good day.

(Car door opens, closes)

(Engine revving)

Can I help you?

Yes.

Do you know this man?

Louis.

Yeah, yeah, of course I know him.

Louis and I work together.

He's not answering his phone and we're getting a little worried.

Oh, no, I haven't seen him for a couple of days.

Would you happen to have his address?

You work with him but you don't know where he lives?

No.

Louis is very private.

Huh. You can say that again.

I only see him when he comes in here.

Thank you.

You might ask Irene at the Village Book Shop.

Book shop?

Just across the street.

He reads a lot.

Maybe she's delivered some books?

I'll do that.

(Tea pouring)

(Door creaking)

(Door closes)

(Slow footsteps)

- Hi. - Hi.

- You're Irene? - That I am.

Um, I just fixed some tea if you're interested.

Buy a book, and it's free of charge.

- (Laughs) - Perhaps another time.

Okay.

♪♪ Tense score ♪♪ (Cup down)

(Grunting and groaning)

FEMALE TORTURER: Another injection will kill him.

It doesn't matter.

If he doesn't give up Quentin, he's useless.

(Task finished beeps)

(Beeps)

ELIAS: All but Nicolas. I need him alive.

FEMALE TORTURER: What's the timeline?

Immediately.

Move quickly.

As soon as word reaches the Agency,

anyone still alive will go deep

You'll have one chance.

Sounds like my kind of challenge.

(Urgent beeps)

(Beeps)

(Chair skidding across floor)

(Clip sliding out)

Actually,

I'm looking for a friend of mine.

Louis?

Louis.

Ah, well I know more than one Louis.

What's your Louis' last name?

Does the name Nicolas Shaw

ring any fucking bells, old lady?

You're his gatekeeper.

Tell me how to get to his house or I'll put you into the dark.

Nicolas would never tell me that. He's far too careful.

Besides, you don't need to know where he lives

'cuz he's coming for you now, you fucking traitor.

(Door unlatching)

(Door creaking)

She's useless.

Well, he can't be very far.

Maybe we should just start checking the houses?

You think he'd make it that easy?

I don't know with this fucking guy.

He's got to be somewhere, though.

Yeah, he's somewhere.

(Drone whirring)

Get down!

Where is he?

(Elias laughs)

What are finding so funny?

There's nothing's We're already dead.

Fuck that.

See?

- Aah! - No, God.

Fuck! Aw.

Ah, God!

(Woman screams)

MAN 4: Let's go!

(Panicked crosstalk)

...the door. This way

Oh. Ah...

I'll-I'll call an ambulance.

Don't.

(Janice cries out)

(Kicking door open)

MONICA: Louis!

Lou... Louis, help!

(Grunts)

(Two gunshots)

- Get up. - Oh.

(Efforts)

(Tires screech)

(Car pulls away)

(Metal grinding)

Aw, fuck.

I know who's behind this.

I'm sure you do.

There's a file on my phone.

I'm going to take it from my pocket.

There was no file. You erased it.

I memorized the numbers.

It's decoded.

The assassin was Fiona Snow.

Hired by the man next to her.

Your father ordered the hit on Javier and the others

He was moving in on Quentin's operation.

A photograph doesn't prove anything.

Listen to the recording.

You were closing in.

He was willing to risk your life to stop it.

I don't believe you.

Elias did this to me, Monica.

(Panting)

Fucking ruined my life

just to get to Quentin.

It's the only reason I'm still alive.

Just listen to it.

(Grunts and efforts)

ELIAS: Move quickly.

As soon as word reaches the Agency,

anyone still alive will go deep.

You'll have one chance.

(Engine roars)

(Tires screeching)

(Breathing heavily)

(Gasp)

Ah!

You okay? Here.

(Panting and moaning)

Here, hold this. It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, it just grazed you.

Here, just hold that there.

It's okay, you're just in shock.

It's all right. It's all right. I got to go.

No, no, Louis, please...

It's okay. I'll be back.

Ugh.

(Soft footsteps)

(Leaves crunching)

♪♪

Ah!

Ah!

Ohh.

Ah.

Fuck.

(Seagull squawking)

(Approaching footsteps)

Glock 17.

Seventeen rounds.

I lost count.

Always loved this time of year.

Things...

I will miss.

Ooh.

(Zippo lighter opening and striking)

(Zippo closes)

(Exhales)

Goddamn it...

There was never any gray area with you.

Right and wrong.

Black and white.

The world doesn't work that way anymore.

Hell, it never did.

The line between shadow and light

has always been blurred.

We've always had one foot in,

one foot out.

I didn't...

It wasn't meant to happen the way it did.

I thought I could move merchandise

without anybody the wiser.

Operate in both the shadow and the light.

Got in over my head.

It was either them or me.

And me.

And you.

Someday, you'll have to make a similar choice.

If you choose differently,

you're a braver man than me.

You were never a brave man, Elias.

Wait.

Did you really have them killed?

I need to know.

I can't tell you anything, Monica...

other than I'm sorry.

I didn't ask for an apology.

I need to know if it's true

so that I can kill you.

There's nothing I can tell you, Monica.

I'm sorry.

♪♪

♪♪ Score fades out ♪♪

(Children playing)

(Children speaking in distance)

You knew it was Elias.

You could've exposed him

but you just let him ruin my life.

You know why that is, Nicolas. I had to let it play out.

♪♪ Tense score ♪♪

Wasn't sure of everyone's roles, yours included, yes.

But you did everything exactly as I thought.

Mm...

The world's a dangerous place. I can't afford to trust anyone.

Was that one of yours tried to kill us

at Monica's apartment?

(Sharp inhale)

It seems this conspiracy goes deeper than you think.

Do you really think this was just about

Elias working the underground?

You can do better than that.

(Door opens)

Melana, you forgot it again.

You don't want to go home without that, do you?

Find your assassin and you'll find your answer.

Fiona Snow. Where is she?

What do I get in return?

(Light traffic)

Bonjour.

I have it.

Are we still in the deep?

This didn't end with Elias.

You?

Eyes on her as we speak.

I'll be away on business for a few weeks.

All right. Safe travels.

♪♪ Closing credit score ♪♪

All right.

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