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THONY: Previously
on The Cleaning Lady ...

It's a raid!
Run!

-Hands up!
-Fi?

-Right here, right here.
-Put your hands up!

You did this?

I need to know
what you were doing

in that hotel room

and how Councilman Knight
ended up dead.

If you think you're
so much smarter than me,

then get
the hell out of my house.

The FBI is onto you.

They took Fiona,

and now they'll deport her

if I don't give them
something.

We're being deported.

ARMAN:
I've scrubbed most of it.

but what's left on there
should be enough

to get Fiona back.

I simply came
to warn you,

Isabel's gonna come to you
with a lot of questions.

It's not gonna be long
before she actually finds out

how you make money.

Maybe you should do
a better job at hiding it.

(slot machine jingles)

("Devil & the Hourglass"
by Nathan Fox playing)

(machine beeps)

♪ ♪

♪ The Devil walked in
this morning ♪

♪ With a contract
in her hand ♪

♪ She wore a dress
that flowed like water ♪

♪ And held an hourglass
filled with sand ♪

♪ Now, she said to me,
"One of these days ♪

♪ You're gonna be an old"...♪

Mmm, I love the smell
of an FBI raid in the morning.

Smells like victory.

(chuckles)
Great movie.

Maybe Coppola's best.

I'm more
of a Godfather guy, myself.

♪ ♪

(elevator bell dings)

(upbeat blues music playing)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(whistles sharply)
Cut it.

(music stops)

Get up.

Do not pass Go.

Do not collect $200.

You're being arrested
for solicitation and bribery.

-Up.
-(person chuckles)

I haven't taken a bribe
in my life.

Save the lies
for your wife.

Take him.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

You all done here?

For now.

Get the hell
out of my club.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Fiona grunts)

Just say something.

Anything.

Fi, please,
just talk to me.

I don't like it to be
like this between us.

(dryer door slams)

(breathes sharply) Oh, so now
you want to talk, huh?

But you didn't think
of talking to me

when you started
working for the Mob

or talking to the FBI?

Because I wanted to protect
you and the kids.

I wanted to keep you
out of it.

How do you think not telling me
protected us?

Huh?

I mean, we were
nearly deported.

And Gabby did get deported,

because of you.

I mean, she's separated
from her kids,

who have no idea when
or if they're ever gonna see

their mother again.

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

Don't you get it?

Sorry doesn't cut it.

May--maybe I can get
the FBI to do something.

I mean, do--

do you even hear yourself
right now?

I-I-I don't even know you
anymore.

I'm the same person
I always was.

Yeah, someone who always thinks
she knows better

than everyone else.

I wanted to tell you
what was happening--

Yeah, but you didn't!

(sniffles)

You didn't talk it through
with me

to see if there was
another way out of this.

It's like you didn't care
what I felt

or what I say.

It's--it's like
I don't matter.

I'm used to feeling that way
when I leave the house,

but here?

Fi...

Fi, that's not true.

Oh, just stop it.

You think--

I-I can't do this right now.
I can't.

(door slams)

ARMAN:
It's business as usual here.

It's under control.
The Feds won't come back.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs) All this hand-holding
tonight...

-(door closes)
-I need a drink.

(glassware clinking)

-You want one?
-Yeah.

You know,
they're not wrong, though.

I mean, the Feds are close.
We're gonna need a plan.

Now you sound
like our nervous clients.

(chuckles)
Look, I'm not saying we run.

I say we need
to get ahead of them.

All right, we need to move the
guns out of the truck depot.

Dogs bark
when they are scared.

Lions hold their ground.

I thought I taught you that.

And you also taught me
damage control.

If the Feds get a warrant
to raid the place, we can--

Being reactive is
bad business.

If they're watching us,
we lay low.

We--we wait.

Okay.

But I will tell you
what you can do.

(uneasy music)

Your job.

These arrests wouldn't have
happened if you were doing it.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I guess
you're right, Hayak.

It's better to be a lion.

Mm.

Always.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(door opens,
indistinct chatter)

(door closes)

His bilirubin levels are high.

MARCO:
What's his PELD score?

(clicks tongue)
38.

So it's getting worse.
How does he feel?

Uh, he's pretty good
right now.

Just a little more tired.

But, Marco,

he needs a new liver.

(sighs)

And I-I'm gonna call
every hospital

and medical center

and get him on a donor list.

But the odds of that?

Not good.

I need to be there, mahal.

I know.

I got my visa appeal moved up.

And I talked to a guy
who knows an embassy official

who takes bribes.

Marco...

you could go to jail for that.

MARCO:
I need you to send me money.

(dramatic music)

I don't have
that kind of money.

Don't you want me there?

I don't think Vegas
is a good place for you.

I haven't gambled
in ages.

And I'm proud of you.

But I don't think you want
to test that now

with Luca being
so fragile.

MARCO: So you'd rather
me stay away?

From you?
From my son?

I told you, I don't have
that kind of money to send you.

(sighs heavily)

I'm sorry, Marco,
I-I have to go.

I'll figure something out
for Luca, I promise.

-Bye.
-MARCO: Goodbye.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Is there anything
you can do, Dr. Saroyan?

It's one thing for me
to push him

into a stem-cell trial
he's qualified for.

I-it's another to bypass
the entire system

to secure an organ.

I'd be willing to pay
for a liver if I knew how.

(sighs)
I-I don't--

I don't have any connections
in the organ trade,

if that's
what you're asking.

You must know someone.

Please,
I-I just need one name.

I'm afraid this isn't something
I can help you with, Thony.

What if I found a liver
on my own?

Could the surgery
be done here?

I can't risk
losing my medical license.

I understand.

Thank you for everything

you've already done for us,
Dr. Saroyan.

Yeah.

(emotional music)

The black market can be
extremely dangerous, Thony.

You'd be risking
Luca's life

by involving him in it.

His life's
already at risk.

♪ ♪

(moody music)

♪ ♪

Thanks for meeting up
with me.

How's Fiona?

(sighs)

I wish I hadn't done it.

It was a bad move
on my part, okay?

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

There's a saying back home,

"Every jungle has a snake."

You know what I realized
after that ICE raid?

-You're the snake.
-GARRETT: Now, come on, Thony.

Of all the people
in your jungle,

I'm the snake, huh?

Not the mobster
in your life?

Arman actually helped me

without putting my family
at risk.

I got you that laptop,
and it led to arrests.

Now it's your turn

to actually do something
for me.

I told you.

I told you
I will not deport you.

Well, that's not enough.

I need more.
I need legal status.

(sighs)

Okay.

Okay, well, there's something
called an S visa.

And it gives
temporary status

for informants
helping an investigation.

For how long?

For as long
as the investigation takes.

But you're gonna have to be

actively assisting
law enforcement.

So I'll have
to keep informing?

And I will keep you protected.

♪ ♪

I know you don't believe me.

No.

I will.

♪ ♪

Okay.

The FBI still want
me to inform.

That's good.

You know, I met him today...

your FBI agent.

How did you know
which one he was?

It was the way
he looked at me.

Um, there's something else
I need to talk to you about.

(sighs) Luca still needs
a liver transplant,

but no one will put him
on a donor list.

Did you try Dr. Saroyan?

Yes.
He can't help me.

But there's
one other thing I can try.

Okay.

To get an organ
on the black market.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

I know a coyote
who might know how.

♪ ♪

Are you sure you want to deal
with these kind of people?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Okay.

Meet me here tomorrow morning.
I'll take you there.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

(distant siren wailing)

(indistinct TV chatter)

Fi?
It's me.

I don't want to wake up Jaz.
Can you hear me?

Jaz is spending the night
at Saisha's.

Can I come in?

(chatter continues on TV)

I'm going to bed, Thony, okay?

Luca had dinner,
took his medication.

Night.

(light music plays on TV)

♪ ♪

(TV clicks, music stops)

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

This is it.

I'll do the talking.

♪ ♪

(guns cocking)

♪ ♪

Bosco!

♪ ♪

Morales.

¿Quihúbole?

How you been?

Good. Working.
Always working, man.

But I'm blessed.

(chuckles)
You still moving people?

Yeah.

Sin Cara's got me
on the Tecate route.

This is the woman
I talked to you about,

the one with the sick son.

Hello.

I owe you, Morales.

I'll take her
to the broker.

But I can't take you, too.

They like to be careful
about these things.

♪ ♪

Bosco will make sure
you're safe.

♪ ♪

Claro.

Yeah.

-Cuídate, hombre.
-Vale.

♪ ♪

(engine turns over,
car departs)

Get in the van.

♪ ♪

Nah-uh.
In the back.

♪ ♪

Vámonos.

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

♪ ♪

(uneasy music)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter, grunting)

♪ ♪

There you go.

♪ ♪

Uh, not that way, dear.
You're coming with me.

Oh.
Uh, excuse me.

This is Lizzie.

Would you make sure
she's not alone?

Sí.

You're okay.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter in Spanish)

You are the one
that asked Bosco

to bring you here, right?

-Yes, I am.
-Ah.

I'm Thony.

Oh, welcome.
I'm Mother Donna.

Come with me.

(indistinct chatter)

Arman.
Do you have a moment?

Yeah, sure.
Take a seat.

Would you like
a drink?

Actually, I was hoping
we could talk

somewhere in private.

Yeah, come back
to the office.

-ISABEL: Thank you.
-ARMAN: Yeah, of course.

(sighs)

Arman, I need
to know something.

Why was the FBI here?

Should I be worried?

Have you spoken
to your father?

No.

No, I came
to you first.

Why?

Because I want
the truth.

Isabel...

there's nothing
to worry about, all right?

Your father's smart about the
way he conducts his business.

That makes it sound
like he's hiding something.

Ah, nothing
that'll come back on us.

You're laundering money

through this club
for my father, aren't you?

Is that what my dad is planning
on doing with the hotel?

Since I'm not running the
hotel, Isabel, I don't know.

-Why were those men arrested?
-Just the local politicians.

Sometimes you have
to grease the palms.

So money laundering,
bribery, tax fraud--

I mean, what else?

Is he using his trucking
business in all this, too?

(sighs)

(sighs) Isabel, you should talk
to your father.

He's had my whole life
to be honest with me,

and he hasn't.

Why would he tell me
the truth now?

He's got everything
under control.

And when he doesn't,
that's why I'm here.

All right, I'll continue
to protect your family

like I've always done.

That's what I do.

Thank you
for being honest with me.

At least I know
I can count on you.

They're brought here
as soon as they cross over.

I consider these people
to be my family.

Oh, and you have
a medical clinic, too?

Yes, yes, of course.

Lizzie.

-Seems like a nice place.
-Oh, it's the least I can do.

These people have seen
more than their fair share

of suffering.

I, uh, volunteered
at an orphanage in Sinaloa

for many years.

And the parents would leave
their children there

when they could
no longer support them.

We did our best
to take care of them,

but the one thing
that we couldn't do

is to protect them
from the cartels.

They would come
and pick off the kids

that could earn them money
for prostitution,

for the gangs,
all of that.

And then when the children
are no longer of use to them,

they kill them...

and take their organs.

And there's no amount
of praying that could stop it.

So I founded
this mission

to be a sanctuary.

-CHILD: Hola.
-(chuckles)

If I can help you, Thony,
I will.

Why did you come here?

(sighs)
Well...

my son was born
with a rare immune disorder.

I got him
a bone-marrow transplant,

but before that,
an infection caused

severe liver damage.

Mm-hmm.

-He needs a transplant.
-How soon?

As soon as possible.

Can you help me,
Mother Donna?

(sighs) I don't want to waste
your valuable time, Thony,

so I need
to be honest with you.

Liver transplants
are much harder

than kidneys.

I-I-I couldn't give this to you
even if I wanted to.

Can I ask you
how much it costs?

The best I can do
is $70,000.

I didn't know
you were running a business.

Thony, it's a service.

All the things
that you see here cost money--

the doctors, the nurses,
even the donors themselves.

On the free market,
this would run you

north of $300,000.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

Okay.
Maybe there's a--

there's a way
I could lower your price?

You won't have to include
post-op antibiotics.

I can get them myself.

If we get, um,
a living donor,

the surgeries could be done
back-to-back

to cut down personnel.

We only need
one anesthesiologist,

fewer scrub nurses,

and I could conserve
your resources by doing

all the back-table cleaning
of the graft.

Are you a doctor, Thony?

-I was a surgeon in Manila.
-Hmm.

But when Luca was diagnosed,
I had to take a step back.

And do you still have
an active license?

I do,

but it doesn't hold up
here in America.

It does for me.
Come along.

♪ ♪

This is our operating theater--
state of the art.

Here's what I can offer--

a liver transplant
for your son

in exchange
for three kidney removals.

Oh--oh, no,
I-I can't do that.

You said you were
a surgeon.

Yeah, but I haven't operated
in five years.

But you're qualified,
and that means you're capable,

and that's
the best-case scenario

for people who are donating
their organs

to save other people's lives--
think of them.

-José.
-(door closes)

Venga, por favor.

Te presento, Thony.

It's possible
that she'll be your doctor

for the surgery tomorrow,
and I wanted to introduce you.

Muchísimas gracias.

(speaking Spanish)

Mother Donna...

He says that he feels
so blessed

to have a way
to pay for his crossing.

And finally now he'll be
reunited with his family

after so many years.

Okay, but what--
what are you gonna do

with his kidney
once it's removed?

All of the organs
that are donated

by people like José

are given to people in need,
like you or your son.

José goes on to live
his new life in America.

I don't run
a business, Thony.

I run a community.

All you have to do
is assist our lead surgeon.

And then you'll be saving
the life of your son.

Can I count on you, doctor?

(sighs)

Okay.

I-I'll do it.

I'll do it
for my son.

Good. Good.

(door opens)

Hey.

(sighs)

I know you don't want
to speak to me right now,

but I need to talk to you.

I found a liver
for Luca.

(inhales deeply)
The only thing is,

it's through an organ broker.

What does that mean?

It's not exactly legal.

But is it safe?

I saw her operating room.

It's as equipped
as any hospital.

Then what's wrong?

The broker wants me
to perform surgery

as a trade
for Luca's liver...

tomorrow.

Three kidney removals
on immigrants

who have no other way
to pay for their crossing.

I just don't know
if I can do this.

FIONA: Yeah.

But she said
that these people

are choosing
to sell their organs.

Yeah, that's one way
to justify it.

(Fiona sniffs,
drawer opens, closes)

Honestly...

if I could get Chris status
by giving up a kidney...

I'd do it, too.

But you got to know...

once you make
that first cut...

I mean,
there's no turning back.

Hmm.

(clears throat)

Can I, uh, fix you a bowl?

(cell phone ringing)

I-I need to take this.

Hi.

I want you to contact
your friend at the FBI.

Tell him there's
a shipment going out

on three Liberty Republic
trucks tomorrow.

What is it, guns?

ARMAN: I'll get you
an inventory list.

Just tell him
you saw armed men

packing crates
at the truck depot.

So you want him to raid
Hayak's trucks?

I want you to do what I say
without asking questions.

(tense music)

♪ ♪

THONY: Thank you
for meeting with me.

GARRETT: Mm.
That's usually my line.

What's going on?

I might have
some information for you,

but I want to know
where we stand

with the visa
you mentioned.

Yeah. No, I started
the paperwork.

But it's the government,
so, you know, it takes time.

But I'm working on it
as fast as I can.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Good, because
what am I supposed to do...

just wait to give you
information?

No.

Actually, if you have
real intel

against
the Barsamian syndicate,

it could speed up
the process for you.

Yesterday
when I was putting trash out,

I saw men with guns
guarding trucks.

Where?

Hayak's truck depot.

I don't know
what they were loading,

but I found this
on one of the crates.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

It's melons.

Yeah, that's
what it says.

But they don't keep produce
in the basement

or guard them with guns.

I'm gonna look into it...

and your visa.

♪ ♪

-(car door opens)
-Thony...

just be careful.

♪ ♪

(horse neighs)

(indistinct chatter)

THONY:
Good morning.

Oh, good morning,
Dr. De La Rosa.

Are you ready
for surgery?

Uh, yeah, but I'm not
the lead, right?

I mean, the surgeon
I'll be working with--

is he comfortable
with me assisting him?

You don't strike me
as that type.

Women constantly do that--
sell themselves short.

I did my research on you,
and your career was on the rise

before you decided
to step back.

Women also always do that.

I-I know you had
a good reason.

But maybe after today,

you could put all that
behind you.

Remember
why you're here, Thony.

-Are you ready?
-Yes.

♪ ♪

(engine turning over,
sirens wailing)

♪ ♪

(horn honks, sirens chirp)

SWAT OFFICER:
Move, move, move!

Turn it off!

Let's see your hands!

Go on the other side.

Turn the engine off
and hands out the window!

Do not move!

We have a warrant
to search this trailer.

-Is it unlocked?
-PERSON: Yeah, got it open.

All right, here we go.
Here we go!

Looks like
Christmas came early, huh?

♪ ♪

-You boys ready?
-SWAT OFFICER: Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

Anything?
You got anything?

-No. Nothing.
-No?

Keep looking.

SWAT OFFICER 1:
Watermelons in mine!

(Garrett sighs)

SWAT OFFICER 2:
Cantaloupe over here.

What did Santa bring you,
Garrett?

♪ ♪

(yells)

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

Hey, follow me.

We're gonna unload these guns
up at that farm.

Don't tell anybody
where they're being kept.

-You understand?
-What about Hayak?

I'll tell him
once things cool down.

It's just best
if he doesn't know.

♪ ♪

CARLOS:
All right, let's move out.

♪ ♪

(water running)

Hello.

Hello!
I'm Dr. Nnamdi.

And you must be
Dr. De La Rosa.

Uh, well,
you can call me Thony.

Mother Donna told me you're
a cardiothoracic surgeon.

Yeah, in the Philippines.

How about you?

Trauma and ortho
in Nigeria.

But when I came
to the U.S.,

they wanted me to repeat
medical school and residency,

start all over.

All that training
for nothing.

Until I came here.

Mother Donna gave me a chance
to put my skills to good use.

And I commend you
for doing the same.

It's difficult at first,
but it gets easier.

Well, I won't be
doing this for long.

I'm only here
for a few surgeries...

in exchange for help
with my son, that's all.

SINGER: ♪ I put up a fight,
I put my life on the line ♪

♪ No more livin' the lie,
because I'm drawing the line ♪

♪ One step, two step,
I keep walking the rope ♪

♪ First step, last step,
my mentality's "go" ♪

♪ This ain't a balancing act ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ This is my life
and my path ♪

♪ Go ♪

♪ I put the world on my back ♪

♪ Go ♪

♪ And walk the line
in this track ♪

♪ Go ♪

♪ I'm walking on a tightrope ♪

♪ every step I'm scared
I might choke ♪

♪ Toe to toe
I'm on this tightrope ♪

♪ Gotta walk the line,
gotta walk the line ♪

SINGER 2:
♪ I've been on a tightrope ♪

♪ Walking the line ♪

♪ Between six feet under
and the sky ♪

♪ I've been... ♪

The patient
will be here shortly.

♪ ♪

ISABEL: You tell everyone
that you started with nothing,

that you worked so hard
to get ahead.

I did.

That you're
the American Dream.

That's all true.

So then tell me,
why is the FBI circling you?

Arresting your clients?

I'm not responsible
for my clients' actions.

But, Dad, you invited them
to my wedding.

You know, I thought their gifts
were way too generous,

and now I realize they
were payouts, weren't they?

-Dirty money?
-It's nothing like that.

Then why did the FBI
raid your trucks?

They found nothing
but produce.

But what
were they looking for, Dad?

What are you shipping?

Em Seeroonas, please.

Don't!
(speaking Armenian)

Just tell me the truth.

(indistinct chatter)

Sorry, should I come back,
or...

No, it's fine.
We're done.

-At least I am.
-(speaking Armenian)

I want nothing to do
with your businesses anymore.

(speaking Armenian)

(chatter stops)

Would you like me
to talk to her?

No, she--
she needs time to calm down.

We took a big chance
moving my guns.

You saved my ass.
I won't forget that.

Thank you, but...

you taught me
how to make those moves.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

I will talk to Isabel,

to stay out of your way
in the club.

And we will talk about
the hotel and casino later.

(door opens, closes)

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

Wait, this child is too young
to have a kidney removed.

We don't get to choose
who lands on the table.

No, but we can choose
who we operate on.

Trust me, you don't want
to upset Mother Donna.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

We can't remove
a child's kidney

as a way to pay
for her crossing!

It's Lizzie's family's way

of affording
her American Dream.

Who are we
to rob them of that?

Well, it's not
their decision to make.

And if there are any
complications, she could die!

It was either this
or leave her

in one of the orphanages
that service the cartels.

At least this way,

they get to take care
of their daughter.

You need to see it
from their point of view.

-Mm-hmm.
-And I am sure

that you have already taken
some pretty dark measures

to save your son.

Do you want Dr. Nnamdi
to open for you?

No.

I'm not operating
on a child for you.

Even if it saves
your own child?

(tense music)

♪ ♪

I won't do this.

It's not right.

We have an agreement.

And if you walk out
that door now, our deal is off.

Think of your son...

because if you don't,

this moment is gonna
be replaying in your head

for the rest of your life.

♪ ♪

(elevator bell dings)

(tense music)

GARRETT:
It just doesn't add up.

I mean, how is it
that 12 FBI agents

searched the Barsamian trucks
and their depot

and we still come up empty?

Your informant
had a bad tip.

They all can't be
home runs.

No.

It's either coincidence
or conspiracy.

And we were taught
in the Academy

never to believe
in coincidence.

Wait, or, no, was that
my undergrad philosophy class?

I don't know.
Either way...

You know what I think?

They're playing me...

both Thony and Arman.

So if she's burned,

maybe it's time
we cut her loose.

Or we do
the exact opposite.

Hear me out,
all right?

If Arman is feeding us false
information through Thony,

that means
we can use her

to feed false information
right back.

(scoffs)
God, I'm good.

-Game on, huh?
-Yeah.

♪ ♪

(broom sweeping)

(Thony sniffles)

(sniffles)

I thought you'd requested
the next few days off.

I won't need them.

What happened?

(sighs) It--it didn't work out
with the broker.

(sobbing)

Hey. Hey.

-(continues sobbing)
-Give--give it to me.

Come on.

(crying)

Come here.

(continues crying)

(sniffles)
I just want to be able to--

to hold Luca
without thinking

it's gonna be
the last time.

You know?

I just want him
to run in the park

and be happy and free.

(sobs) Why can't he just have
what every other kid has?

Why--why does it always have
to be so hard?

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

It's okay.
We'll find another way.

We'll find another way.
All right?

♪ ♪

Okay.

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

(sighs, sniffles)

♪ ♪

(door closes)

♪ ♪

Fi, you okay?

What happened?

Look who's here.

-Come on.
-What?

FIONA: Look who's here!

♪ ♪

Marco!

♪ ♪

How did you get here?

They approved my appeal
for the visa.

Daddy's home! Daddy's home!
Daddy's home!

(laughing)
Yes, Daddy's here.

Ay.

LUCA: Daddy's home!
Daddy's home!

♪ ♪

(monkeys chattering)