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♪ Oh yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I haven't had my peak
'Cause there's no rest for me ♪

♪ There's no rest for me ♪

♪ I don't need more problems
'Cause everyone's got them ♪

♪ They wanna test my faith
I call it destiny... ♪

♪ As I sail the seas
More mountains I can see ♪

♪ On the way to the top
I came from the bottom ♪

♪ Feel the ocean breeze
I find the peace I need ♪

♪ Survive the wave
While everyone's drowning ♪

♪ Sometimes I look around... ♪

♪...for love ♪

♪ From lost to found, I found my love ♪

♪ You almost made me hate myself ♪

♪ You was trying to take my health ♪

♪ You almost made me hate myself ♪

♪ You almost succeeded
When my heart was bleeding ♪

♪ I've been from high to low
I was all alone ♪

♪ Now I'm in the zone
Thank the lord that I'm still living ♪

♪ I feel it in my bones
Protect my ozone ♪

♪ Watch my orbit 'round the planet
Strong now I won't give in ♪

♪ Young birds will leave
Their flying overseas... ♪

You're welcome.

♪ Find a new place away
From this island... ♪

Get in the fucking car.

♪ I've already been deceived
How can you lie to me? ♪

How are you?

You okay?

What do you think?

Mark's death is... It's...

inconceivable.

Is it?

Lucie...

People are saying
you had him killed.

And that maybe I'm next.

Is that why I'm here?

No.

Come on, Lucie.
You know how many enemies Mark had.

Do you need money?

What do you want, Stu?

I... I don't... I want you to...

- Just tell me what you want.
- Try...

Just say.

Mark and I stayed close
after you split up. You know that.

In the last couple of months,
he was increasingly paranoid,

and I am concerned that he may have
kept evidence of our association.

Like what?

Emails.

Texts. I'm not sure.

Sounds like you fucked up.

Yeah.

I let myself get too close.

To him and to you.

That was Mark's idea.

Not mine.

The point is...

I need to get rid of any evidence
of my association with him.

Business or otherwise.

So, if he kept that kind of thing,

do you have any idea
where he might keep it?

Is that what the people you had kill him
were looking for?

I told you, I had nothing to do with it.

Then who is this?

Agent Pfaelzner,
Trenton office of the FBI.

Is this, by any chance, an okay time?

I have no idea.

The FBI has no agent by that name.
I checked.

And whoever she is, she came looking
for Mark right before he got killed.

And what did you tell her?

- Nothing.
- So it doesn't matter.

You understand?
You didn't do anything wrong.

They were looking for him,
and they found him.

And I swear to you...

I swear to you, Lucie,
I had nothing to do with it.

I know you need money

'cause it's gonna take a while
for the estate to settle

because of the separation. So...

there's... that's 5,000.

But I... I need you to help me.

You understand? I can get you
whatever you need. 10,000, 20,000.

I think it's best if we

spread it out in installments.

Oh, I miss you.

I do.

♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪

♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪

♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪

♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

Extra boiled.

- Mayo only.
- You're the best, Emmett.

- I don't know how you eat that.
- Carefully and gratefully.

Like how I live my life.

He ran the, uh, Philly office
when I was posted down here.

Bought this place when he retired.

Dog? No dog?

No dog.

What the fuck am I doing here?

Well, first of all,
you're still under arrest.

Is that what this is?

I've worked a deal
with a federal judge who owed me.

Owed for what?

- His marriage.
- Oh, oh.

You're in my custody for 48 hours.
Cover story is you're out on bail.

I haven't even been charged yet.

That's why it's a cover story.

You were America's Most Wanted
for a minute there.

Gotta put something out,
or else Stu will be suspicious.

Oh, so this is about Magnusson.

Seems your golfing club stunt
got his attention.

- He called you, what, how many times?
- Eight times.

Eight times on that burner you ditched.

So, we're gonna wire you up
and offer him a deal.

Why is this on me?

Dumb luck.
Wrong place, wrong time.

You got framed, and here we are.

So he unframes you,

you won't disclose
his connection to Brother14,

he agrees on tape,

you and I leave happy campers.

- What if he doesn't make a deal?
- Dude makes deals for a living.

- He wants to know what else you got.
- What else I got?

Mmm.

Magnusson was making payments
to Mark Simon

for 18 months prior to Simon's murder.

Clockwork. Every week.

Payments for?

Influence.
Brother14 had five million readers.

So they had him shilling
for three specific Senate candidates.

You know, spreading bullshit
about their opponents. The whole nine.

Then, a month ago, stops.

14 does a total 180.

Starts calling these guys
undercover globalists.

Suddenly, the payments stop.

Next thing you know,
Bro14 gets chopped like suey.

So he got killed because he was calling
some politicians globalists?

Not sure you understand the stakes.

You heard of Revitalize?

Um, yeah. Tech company. Yeah.

Tech.

Telecom. Biotech. Infrastructure.

Average annual gross five to six billion.

So they need bills passed.
They need deregulation.

They need to control the narrative.

They pay a shit ton of money
to the three candidates in question here.

But donations only go so far.

Now, Stu Magnusson is not only
on the board of Revitalize,

we think he's calling the shots,

which means he's the one
authorizing payments to Mark Simon.

And when Simon turned against Revitalize,
Stu had him taken out.

You think?

We know.

Thanks to you.

Same holding company
that was paying Brother14

just happened to send 30 grand
to Don fucking Sloss.

I need to call my attorney.

Fuck your attorney.

If we're gonna do a wire,
we need to be doing some paperwork.

I'm not asking.

Look, we're both on a fragile branch.

I could tank my career on this.
But I'm sticking my neck out 'cause...

there's a virus in our country.

And I'm talking meta-metaphorically.

I got you, I got you.

Which lets companies like Revitalize
play three-card monte with folks' minds.

And it's a virus that kills.

It fucking kills.

There's no debating that.

I guess I don't gotta tell you that.

'Cause you're a part of it too.

- How's that?
- You're corporate media.

You're inherently bought off.

But, hey, so am I.

Why you think I've been chasing Magnusson
for the last five years?

They got friends with badges.

The revolving door of American power.

Politics, finance, enforcement.

I need your help on this.

We nail Magnusson,
all his shit goes up in smoke,

including his frame job on you.

Let's just fucking do it.

Oh shit.

All right.

You know the drill.

Locking the doors.

What's the rule?

Don't open the door for anyone
for any reason unless it's Mom or Dad.

All right.

I'll be two minutes.

- Mom?
- Yeah?

Shouldn't we change the rule
now that Daddy's gone to heaven?

I think we should keep the rule.

But ghosts can just walk through doors
without even opening them.

Daddy's not a ghost, Tanner.

He's just a...

a human being
whose spirit is somewhere else.

You can still talk to him when you want.

You guys are being really brave.

And I admire that.

A lot.

I know this sucks.

All right. I'll be right back.

Would you please excuse me
a moment?

Mrs. Simon!

It's Ms. Snipes, Roger.

And I'm just getting personal property.

Uh...

Wait a minute.

Please!

- What did you do with Mark's stuff?
- I was just following Mr. Simon's wishes.

Meaning what?

He's dead, dumbass.

Okay.

A lot of profanity. You're upset.

But I didn't have a choice.

Mr. Simon made his friend
minority owner of the store.

Technically, Mr. Woods has every right...

He made Bobby Woods part owner?

Well, no one was more surprised than me.

I've been here seven years.

There was family stuff
in that safe, Roger!

That belongs to me!

- Legally speaking, I don't...
- And to Mark's kids!

I don't know what more I can say.

The items were in there for you to claim
this whole time, Mrs. Simon.

Matter of fact, Mr. Woods
picked everything up just yesterday.

You should've called me.

Say hello to the boys, Mrs. Simon.

I fucking told you it's Ms. Snipes!

You know, maybe if I thought you
actually gave a blessed care about Mark,

I would've called.

Fuck off.

Please stop cursing!

And fuck your mom too, Roger!

Just so you know, the people
who own this place are literal neo-Nazis.

We should go.

Did you miss me?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

I missed you too.

- Hey there, Luce.
- Hey.

Uh, I was wondering
if I could take you up on the offer

to watch the boys for a while?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

They're tired of being dragged around.

Just remind him
who's in control.

Like you did at the club. Short and sweet.

Hello?

- It's Muncie Daniels.
- Muncie.

You made bail? I'm surprised.

Thought I'd be calling
from a prison phone?

I'm just happy to talk either way.

Obviously, I found your insinuations
at the club alarming.

Good.

I'd appreciate an explanation
as to how you think I'm involved.

Not over the phone.

I'll... I'll... I'll clear my schedule.

When and where?

An alley off Crosby, just above Broome.

2:00 p.m.

Come alone.

I'll be there.

Boys, can you go upstairs
and finish packing?

Yeah, okay. Girls, go up, go up. Go.

Make it quick.

They'll... They'll settle down
once they get to know each other.

Yeah.

My, uh... My kids like to party.

Serves me right
for all the shit I put my parents through.

- You sure you don't mind doing this?
- Ah, two more won't make a dent.

Remember when we said
we wouldn't have kids?

Yeah.

'Cause we'd be too busy touring.

- I can still smell the van.
- Mmm.

Our two-town tour.

You know, I force my kids
to listen to our CD

when they're acting like little shits.

We were not that bad.

Uh...

Hey.

Um...

I'm... I'm glad you took me up on this.

You probably need to...

...think.

Yeah.

Oh, hang on.

Uh, for food and whatever.

Wow.

You really did fucking lose it with Mark.

- What do you mean?
- This isn't a transaction, Lucie.

It's called helping out.

- Yeah, but we haven't really...
- It... It doesn't matter.

- You called me an evil fucking bitch.
- Oh, you were.

Maybe you still are.

But at least you're trying.

When's your next class?

Uh, Tuesday.

Are they working?

It's not like they can just cut out
that part of your brain.

Maybe they should.

I mean, how... how else are you supposed
to deprogram? With fucking Pilates?

Mmm.

It's like they tell you
to look at your childhood trauma or

whatever the fuck it was, that...

But it's basically
just you looking for excuses

for why you sat there
as they said that shit.

Nodded your head.

Yeah.

Even thought,
yeah, I'm... I'm sick of feeling ashamed,

sick of guilt, or whatever.

And you're just like, "How did I even..."

I mean, "What the...
What the fuck is my problem?"

Keep your money.

And do what you need to do.

I'm still your friend.

Even though I wasn't.

Even though you were
an evil fucking bitch.

And maybe you still are.

- Don't... Don't do that.
- Do what?

That. Just...

Just be better.

Okay?

Yeah.

So they're cool, huh?

Totally fine.
This is my home away from home.

Guess you're used to doing
this kind of thing yourself, huh?

Nah, talent doesn't handle equipment.
Union rules.

- Okay, talent.
- Yeah.

- Here's your food.
- What do we have here, brother?

- Some lentils. I hope you like it.
- Mmm.

Mmm.

Didn't you
just have a hot dog?

Let me taste that.

We gotta go.

Let's get out of here.

Well, like I said, uh,
Mark didn't trust the cloud.

So he put all of our family photos
and stuff on the hard drive.

Yeah.

Makes sense.

I really appreciate
you being open to me getting it.

I've been trying to do a memorial video,
and I realized he had everything on there.

Yeah, well...

If you're serious about coming back in...

I am.

I was planning on asking Mark to work out
a way we could both stay active.

Despite the separation.

But I didn't get a chance.

I believe you.

But you know how this works.

Consensus makes the call.

Do you think they'd be open to it?

We'll see.

Everyone's pretty upset right now,
you know?

About Mark.

That's why we're all here today.

But I really can't be
doing you any favors in there

if the group's against you.

Uh, I gotta warn you.

The way some of them have been talking...

...it ain't gonna be a cakewalk.

So Lucie here has been telling me how much
she's been missing our community.

She's just sorry that it took
our brother's death to bring her back.

It's good to see you all again.

We should pat her down
just like everyone else from outside.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Candace?

No, thank you.

Just get it over and done with, Levi.

I give you my consent.

She's good.

When Mark brought me in,
you all accepted me for what I was.

Lost.

Strung out.

Fucked up.

And you gave me a home.

And then you left.

Yeah.

For reasons that are personal
and private, Candace.

Yeah, and now it so happens
that you're fucking your husband's killer.

Sounds like you've been
dipping into big media.

And others too?

Have I been gone that long?

Information's pretty widely known
at this point, Lucie.

It's not information
if it's only half the truth.

Have I met Muncie Daniels?

Yes.

Have I slept with him?

Fucking bullshit. Show me the proof.

The cornerstone of our doctrine
is that we gather in unity

to self-educate and propagate
the pure truth

outside the falsehoods disseminated
by the puppeteers of the deep state.

Do you really believe that some twee
Black TV dude could take out Mark Simon?

That Mark Simon would let his guard down
around anyone?

Let alone someone like that.

Muncie Daniels is the fall guy.

He came to me to get ahead of the lies
that you all so eagerly ate up,

along with every other news source.

Think about it.

If you were being framed
for Mark's murder,

who would you come to first?

Who knows better than anyone
who Mark's real enemies are?

You.

Yeah.

Fucking say it, Bobby,
so that everyone can hear you.

You.

Me.

Our organization is grieving right now.

And probably some of you are like me.

Haven't gotten over the shock.

But this is not a time for backsliding.

Brother14 would not want to see us

diluting our convictions and...
and falling blind to uncomfortable truths.

Amen.

Guys.

Look, we were just talking about
possible successors for new leadership.

Your input would be invaluable.

Yeah.

- It's good to have you back home, Lucie.
- Thank you.

- Yeah. How are the boys doing?
- Not great.

- Yeah.
- But we're getting there. Thank you.

- Let me know if I can do anything.
- Thank you.

Yo. You good?

It seems to me someone desperate to talk
would show the fuck up.

Sit tight.

His detail's just trying to prove
to their boss that they're thorough.

He'll show soon.

Yeah.

It's just a power play to make you sweat.

You know what? It just occurred to me

that an accused murderer
standing in plain sight

might be the one being set up by the FBI.

Trust me.
He's not gonna touch you in public.

You ever heard of a fucking drive-by?

Daniels?

Daniels.

Daniels.

Hey.

You're 30 minutes late.

And you got two FBI guys following you.

Who the fuck is this?

Meeting's off.

Listen, I just need
five minutes with your man, all right?

See if we can work out a deal. All right?

Just the two of us.

Should've thought of that
before you fell for Quiñones' bullshit.

Your FBI guy's driving a fucking Taurus.

Fuck the FBI. I'm losing the wire.

Just get me to Stu
so we can make a fucking deal.

He just ditched the wire!
Get over there!

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Drop the phone.

Start walking east.

Let's go!

I got nothing.

Try him again.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Get in.

Where's Stu?

I'm bringing you to him.

You blew your chance to call the location.

Now or never, bud.

How far are we going?

Premium Point.

It's just outside the city.

Ow!

No, I'm glad you came.

Couldn't take care of things, Bobby.

This the drive you're looking for?

All my memories of Mark with the kids
are on that thing.

Thank you, Bobby.

I'm not sure if you're aware, but...

I lost a close family member
about a year ago.

And I'm sure folks are going around saying

they can't imagine
what you're going through.

But I can.

Your little sister, right?

I remember.

Hey, uh...

I need a favor, Lucie.

Assuming that what's on this
is more than just photos.

What does that mean?

Sit down.

Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?

You're good.

My sister, she used to let me
brush her hair when we were little.

I should've done more to protect her.

Watch where you're going.

Oh my...

Hey, look at his first steps.

Look at him.

Oh, you're doing great, Blake.

Mark, how are you today?

Pushing the rock up the hill.

...afraid you'd get all squeamish
and think that was over the line.

There's no line when we're talking
about the future of our nation...

- What the fuck? You want more money?
- It's not about money.

Exactly! It's about having
these seats in our control.

But to what end?

Putting money into the hands
of an international fucking cabal?

- I don't like being lied to.
- What are you talking about?

Everyone lies, Mark.
Try reading your own posts.

I don't lie to Americans,
and I sure as shit don't kill 'em.

What, you don't got an answer for that?

It's bullshit enough to be stuffing cash
into the hands of foreigners,

but it's another
when you start killing patriots.

Twenty K ain't gonna cut it, Stu.

Fuck.

I will cut to the chase.

We are looking for your husband.

Or soon-to-be ex, so I hear?

May I come in?

Uh...

I can make it quick, I promise.

I have kids. Believe me, I get it.

O... Okay.

We've been tracking Mark
for quite some time now,

given his involvement with the Forge,

which, obviously,

you've attended meetings
in the past as well.

But we are aware you are not
a part of the group anymore.

But with Mark's status
as one of the Forge's leaders...

...we are looking at him
for incitement of violence.

We've picked up
on a possible kidnapping plot,

discussions of bomb making,

even targeted assassinations.

So...

any information you might have
about where he could be now

would be real helpful.

Could be a big part
of you distancing yourself from the Forge.

- Can I see your badge again?
- Yeah.

He's not a good person.

You've gotta promise me
that you didn't hear any of this from me.

Of course.

He's coming around.

Please relax, Mr. Daniels.

Take your time.

Who the fuck are you?

My name is Julia Jayne.

I'm a security consultant.

I represent the interests
of a number of parties,

Mr. Magnusson included.

You work for Revitalize.

You said this was gonna be
a private meeting.

Well, this is a unique situation.

The kind...

...Julia's trained in.

And let's not forget you decided
to invite the FBI to the private meeting.

What the fuck you do to me?

You were given a simple sedative.
There's no long-term or damaging effects.

Mr. Daniels...

you recently made troubling accusations
against Mr. Magnusson,

on which you offered to elaborate
if he reached out, which he has.

So, please, we're all ears.

What did Laura Jennings tell you?

What do I get in return?

Top-tier legal representation

and a PR campaign that I can assure you
will restore your reputation.

It's taken quite the hit.

A lawyer and some PR.

What would you prefer?

I would prefer

that you fucking unframe me.

I didn't frame you.

Bullshit.

And the three of us know that,

so why don't we just
cut to the fucking truth, all right?

- Listen to me, you...
- Stuart.

Let's start there
with what it is we all know.

What exactly do you think's going on?

Well...

Mark Simon stopped promoting your politics

and began to publicly expose the fact
that you mess with people's lives.

How do we mess with people's lives?

Disinformation.

Bribes.

Whatever else the fuck you do.

And, uh,

yeah, he, uh...

he... he... he turned against you,
and you decided to take him the fuck out.

Look, I... I... I was disappointed

with Mark's change of heart
on certain issues, but Mark... Mark is...

was...

was my friend.

You know, he was controversial,
we certainly didn't agree on everything,

but he was a friend.

So the notion of my harming him

is absolute bullshit.

And he... I got to tell you, it's... it's...

feels defamatory.

So you gonna fucking sue me?

Do you know how many death threats

Mark got on a daily basis?

Muncie...

Agent Quiñones is using you to get to me
because he is obsessed

with bringing me down.

We're business people.

We're not killers.

Hmm.

I saw your boy Don Sloss

chopping up your friend Mark Simon's body,
yeah, well, to little pieces.

Don? I...

I've never even heard the name Don Sloss.
Have you?

No.

Whoever...

Whoever he is, if he's telling you
he works for me, he's lying.

You're fucking with me.

No. He's lying. I've never heard of him.

This meeting isn't very helpful.

You don't seem to have
the damning information...

Hold up, hold up, hold up. Stu...

if you don't know who Don Sloss is,

somebody at Revitalize does.

Because Don Sloss

has been cashing checks
from the same account

that you paid Mark Simon from.

Now that sounds like
more Agent Quiñones' innuendos.

- He's been fixated on Mr. Mag...
- Am I getting fucked here, Julia?

Would you like to speak privately?

Absolutely, yeah.

Yeah, I would.

Uh...

- Deluded conspiracy theory...
- Who the fuck is Don Sloss?

I already told you,
I have no idea who that is.

Is Revitalize paying...

I think you're right, Stu.
You're being fucked.

Shut your face, stupid.

Prove it.

I can prove it.

Well, then do it.

Remember who works for who.

- Would you mind bringing out my satchel?
- Thank you.

We're good.

Are you, Stu?

It seems to me that your interests and
Revitalize's interests are not the same.

So is it the FBI
feeding you all this Don Sloss bullshit?

Hey, I don't... I don't know
whatever she's told you, but...

Don Sloss is real.

And Revitalize got him to kill Mark Simon.

And if you don't know that,

you and I, brother,

we're on the same side.

Hey, look at me, man.

Do I look like I'm lying?

I...

I think we have some proof...

that you are.

Coming in right now.

I'm telling you, man.

You're getting fucked.

Thank you so much.

That's... Fuck me, that's him.

Julia.

Wait.

I still have questions for Mr. Daniels.

Let's take him with us.

Thirty CCs, no more.

Yes, ma'am.

Motherfucker!

- Fucking stab me...
- Let him go.

You let me walk out of here,
you'll never see me again.

I'll forget this whole thing
ever happened.

I'll never say
another fucking word about this.

Fuck!

["Wanted"

["Wanted"

♪ Wanted, hundred miles and runnin' ♪

♪ Through the rain and the sun
When them fed folks comin' ♪

♪ Keep your head up, youngin'
Gotta keep ya heads up, youngin' ♪

♪ The streets'll give
Your head up, youngin' ♪

♪ Listen, clip your contacts
Stay focused like contacts ♪

♪ Your head's open for a contract ♪

♪ Can't go where Mom at ♪

♪ The last place
You wanna bring the drama at ♪

♪ The first place they gonna track
I promise ♪

♪ Can't relax, but remain the calmest ♪

♪ Couple rules that you play by
Stay by to stay 'live ♪

♪ You keep your boots on
Your laces tied ♪

♪ And only troop on the late night
If you play right, you stay wild, right? ♪

♪ You never play the day light ♪

♪ Jakes get on your tail
Never let 'em see the brake lights ♪

♪ Catch me if you can
When I'm dippin' from the cops ♪

♪ Mr. Gingerbread
Never falling victim of the fox ♪

♪ I'm wanted ♪

♪ Dead or alive ♪

♪ I'm wanted ♪

♪ Dead or alive ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah ♪

♪ I'm wanted ♪