Okay, let me ask
you something.
Qu pasa? Huh? Qu pasa, eh?
Now, who's gonna win the money?
Show me!
It's time for fun right now.
Who's gonna bingo?
Okay, let's get
started right now.
Here's the first ball.
And it's gonna be I-17,
the dancing queen.
How many dancing queens do
we have out there tonight?
All right.
This is gonna be G-58,
make them wait.
See-line woman
She drink coffee
She drink tea
Then she go home
See-line woman
Dressed in green
Wears silk stockings
with golden seams
See-line woman
See-line woman
Dressed in red
Make a man lose his head...
This is gonna be B-4,
knock at the door.
B-4,
knock at the door.
On location.
Eyes on.
Eyes on.
Headed towards the alley.
She there?
Oh, yeah, she's here.
And King's still inside?
He sure is,
like a little lamb.
I want the decks cleared,
Cobb, both of them.
Understood?
Gonna watch, wait, and
I'll report back, Burke.
See-line woman
She drink coffee
She drink tea
Then she go home...
It's gonna be G-56,
was she worth it?
G-56, was she worth it?
Wears silk stockings
and golden seams
See-line woman
See-line woman
dressed in red
Make this man lose his head
Lose his head, lose his head
Lose his head, oh...
Oh, oh, there.
They've got lots
of 'em over there.
Lose his head, lose
his head, lose his head
N-41.
N-41 stands for "time for fun."
N-41.
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah...
Hello, Ray King.
Anas.
Please, have a seat.
You have a job for me?
Yeah.
Here, let me, uh...
This is...
...Gino and Edith Sanchez,
their son Alberto.
They left El Salvador
to come to the U.S.
Alberto would be 13 now.
He's... he's five there.
I don't k*ll children.
-Don't what?
-Turn your hearing aid up.
I do adults.
-I don't k*ll children.
-Yeah, no, no, no.
They disappeared.
I was hired to find them.
By her father.
-Number 51...
-I just...
I need you to help me.
I mean, you're really
the only person who can.
You see, I'm semiretired now,
and I'm only taking cases
that mean something to me.
What do you want, King?
Anas...
...do you know what
acquired savant syndrome is?
No.
But I know there
are men outside,
the kind that sleep
at airport gates
in Africa and the Middle East.
They didn't follow me.
Okay, they're gonna
come after me.
When they do, get out of here.
See-line woman
dressed in red
Make a man lose his head
See-line woman...
f*ck.
See-line woman
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no
Oh...
Oh...
Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah...
See-line, see-line
See-line
See-line, see-line
See-line, see-line
See-line...
See-line woman,
see-line woman...
f*ck me.
She drink coffee
She drink tea
Then she go home
See-line woman,
see-line woman
Dressed in green...
Wears silk stockings
with golden seams
See-line woman,
see-line woman
Dressed in red
Make this man lose his head
Lose his head, lose his head
Lose his head, lose his head
See-line woman,
see-line woman
See-line woman...
f*ck.
See-line woman
Dressed in red
Make a man lose his head
See-line woman
Dressed in green
Wears silk stockings...
-Oh
-See-line woman
She drink coffee
She drink tea
Then she go home
Deputy Director Medina's office.
Director Medina, I have the
LAPD on the phone for you.
Okay. Uh, chairs?
Yeah, two Herman
Millers and a Steelcase.
Thanks.
This is Marybeth Medina.
Yeah.
Wait, what?
Repeat that.
Describe him, please.
No. Um...
I understand.
He didn't share what he
was working on with you?
No. Uh, I knew he put
up a P.I. shingle,
but we fell out of touch.
So no money problems
that you're aware of?
No.
Here, come this way.
Raymond King.
He was deputy
director of FinCEN.
My boss.
You said they didn't find
anything on him, no wallet?
Well, he might have.
But it took us a little
while to get there.
Things have a tendency
of disappearing.
Well, how'd you know to call me?
His cell phone.
You were his "in case
of emergency" contact.
Well, why'd you ask if he
was having money problems?
What's the difference between
dressy casual and
business casual?
Both mean leave
your cargo shorts
and flip-flops at home.
I don't own cargo shorts,
and I don't own flip-flops.
Could we discuss business now,
or do you need more
first-date tips?
Go.
The Inagawa-kai want you to audit
a bank before they assume control.
Thoughts?
You're very
conspicuous in Tokyo.
But?
The yakuza always pay on time.
Next.
Seor Obregon wants to know if we
want payment in cash or artwork.
What art does he have?
A Rivera he says you admired.
How much does he owe?
2.4 million.
The Rivera, of course.
Heavy sigh.
What's the remainder
of the receivables?
1.35 million.
Layer the rest in the New
Zealand accounts and in France,
and the remainder in
Harbor's endowment.
Under what name?
Gauss, Babbage or Carroll?
Nash. Anything else?
Don't wear your black suit.
It makes you look
like a mortician.
Love is like
candy on a shelf...
Well, welcome to
the 13th annual
Boise Romance Festival.
Whoa.
You all are here for one reason:
to make a connection,
meet that special someone
and find love.
Oh, P.S. Don't forget
to pick up your free
-Romance Festival T-shirt.
-Ooh.
-A $25 value there.
-Yeah.
So, since most of
you are first-timers,
let's recap how this works.
You answered a
battery of questions
designed to express your wants,
needs, hopes and desires.
We then used our proprietary
mathematical algorithm
to search for your
ten best fits.
That same algorithm
in 12 previous festivals
has resulted in...
53 marriages!
All right, give
it up for that.
Hell yeah. Whoo!
Uh, now, no names
were sent to you.
Only the I.D. numbers and photos
ranked in order of connectivity.
No early online
searches allowed.
You'll each spend
five minutes per date,
then unlimited time
later in the day.
Oh, ladies, it's-it's
not a competition.
No, there's plenty of time to
get to your first date last.
Hold your horses.
Um, o-okay.
Go ahead, go on. Go meet
that special someone.
-Godspeed. Nondenominational.
-Yes.
-Hi.
-Hello.
Um, I'm Ann Renee.
And I just love, love,
love accountants.
Oh. Well, that's a coincidence.
Yeah.
Um, do you believe in
love at first sight,
that there's someone
we're meant to be with,
a soulmate?
Well, no, that's a...
absurd, childish notion.
Of-of course that's not real.
What do you mean, you
reverse-engineered our algorithm?
I data-mined the top
online dating apps
and mapped a battery of your
questions against theirs.
And?
I built my own dating algorithm.
Well, the question
of whether or not
there's such a thing as love
or it's simply an electrical,
-neurochemical process...
-Right. Okay.
...that takes place in the
brain is up for debate.
Whoa.
Uh, have a good day.
I scraped the
data clusters for
the likeliest
date-producing words.
-Wait. "Date-producing words"?
-Yes.
For example, women claim to
value commitment and stability,
but they swipe for
dangerous and exciting.
Sexy bad boys.
Hi.
How are you?
Um, I'm doing really well.
-Lori.
-Yeah, Lori.
Is that a nickname or
short for anything?
No, it's just Lori.
Oh.
I assigned numerical values
to your questions by tokenizing
them in an embedding matrix
and generating a predictive model
for the most effective answers,
which I provided without lying.
My last boyfriend spent every
weekend golfing with his friends.
Do you spend a lot
of time with friends?
No, not at all. No.
I have no friends.
No friends.
Um, pets?
I identified misleading
profile photos
as the top complaint
across all dating apps.
Women lie about weight and age.
Men lie about height and age.
So I adjusted my photo
and smile accordingly.
Till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams...
Oh, my God.
I like camping.
-A lot.
-So do I.
-Yeah, I thought I saw...
-Yeah.
...an Airstream in
one of your photos?
-Yes, that's my home.
-Uh...
That's where I live.
Oh, permanently?
Well, as long as I'm alive.
None of us are living
anywhere permanently.
-Okay.
-This is just a husk.
-Okay. Oh.
-Eventually,
this body will be a corpse.
And the best part is you don't
have to amend your tax return
for unclaimed depreciation,
which I'm sure you know
is very meaningful.
Not only does it have
that unintended benefit,
but the best part is that you
don't have to amend your tax return
for unclaimed depreciation.
And I will share this with
you even though it's a...
well, it's a bit
of a trade secret,
albeit not a proprietary one,
but the best part is that
you don't have to amend your tax
return for unclaimed depreciation.
Yeah, um, how about
something else?
Um, kids?
You're... 44?
Um, 45.
Well, I suppose
anything's possible.
Ugh. God.
I just mean mathematically.
You gamed the system?
I optimized my profile.
But in your dreams,
whatever they be
dream a little dream of me
Whole wall covered
top to bottom.
Damnedest thing you ever saw.
Maps, Post-it
Notes, sicko photos.
Like something out of one of those
"let's catch us a pervert" shows.
Busy little bee, wasn't he?
Wh-What did you
do with his stuff?
Oh, we didn't throw it away.
Couldn't rent it like that,
all those nasty photos he had.
How long was he here?
Two months.
Next payment was due yesterday.
The rent... how much?
Harbor Neuroscience Academy.
Yeah, this is, uh,
Deputy Director Medina,
U.S. Treasury Department.
Is there a Christian
Wolff on staff?
-I'm sorry, ma'am. No.
-Okay.
Um, how about a Carl Gauss?
Or-or Charles Babbage?
Lewis Carroll? Lou, maybe?
This is Harbor
Neuroscience Academy.
Yeah, I'm-I'm aware
of that. Uh...
do you have any employees,
maybe female, British accent?
What's this in reference to?
About a former student whose
father was in the military?
The student records are sealed.
Uh, I'm the after-hours
receptionist.
You should probably
call back tomorrow
when there's someone here
who can answer that for you.
I need to talk to the
handler of The Accountant.
I know she's listening,
-and I know he listens to her.
-Excuse me?
My name is Marybeth Medina.
I'm staring at a pile
of homicide photos,
maps of Central America,
Mexico, pizza receipts, and...
I'm pretty sure I'm staring
at a photo of her boss.
I need his help.
Hanging up now.
W-Wait.
Ray King has been m*rder*d.
Okay, let's see.
Ten, eight. Give you seven.
Ten, eight and seven? A pound?
-Yeah, a pound.
-It's sushi-grade tuna.
Oh, come on. It's
not sushi-grade.
Burke, it's sushi-grade.
It's bruised.
There's no fat on it.
It's not sushi-grade
at all. Come on.
Take it or leave it.
-Dickie inside?
-Dickie's inside.
He'll give you your money like last
week and the week before, you f*ck.
-Yeah, yeah.
-Tony, come on!
Sit down.
Okay, okay.
Four pro hitters couldn't
take out one woman.
How is that possible?
Technically, two hitters.
Two went after
King. Two took her.
Three.
Counting you.
I didn't have a clean shot.
Oh.
You think she knows we were
after her instead of King?
-No chance.
-How you figure?
We're aboveground.
Problem solved.
By your own logic, if
she wanted to k*ll you,
she would have.
Relax, boss.
She don't remember you.
Yet.
The f*ck does that mean?
She showed up a
couple of years ago.
The three men I was negotiating with
had pissed off the wrong people.
So, let's talk
about our success.
Your ships, my boats.
20 miles out to sea, hmm?
No Los Angeles port.
Just...
And she didn't recognize you?
No.
But one day she'll remember
who I am and what I did,
and my whole world
turns to sh*t.
You fly to Fort Worth tonight.
-No more Ray Kings.
-Okay.
No more private investigators.
I don't want to get out
of the shower one day
and find a human chain
saw waiting for me.
Okay.
I coughed loudly twice.
No, please don't do that.
You're Christian Wolff.
You're Marybeth Medina.
Do I make you nervous?
You're an escaped convict,
trained by a mob accountant.
Your clients are drug cartels,
money launderers,
third-world warlords.
Is that a yes?
I saw a video of you
k*lling men in Brooklyn.
I was in Chicago
eight years ago.
With Ray.
Living Robotics. I saw
all the dead bodies,
heard the chanting.
"Solomon Grundy,
born on a Monday."
What can I do for
you, Ms. Medina?
Do you like puzzles, Mr. Wolff?
I don't know if this
is one case or ten.
I do know Ray was nearly broke.
I found that photo in
between the seat cushions
at the tavern Ray was at
the night he was k*lled.
Three men were also shot
to death inside the tavern,
one struck by a car outside.
All ex-Chilean special
forces, Lautaro Brigade.
Was Ray capable of that?
No, he was not.
Dmitry Yoshenko.
Throat slit in a Moscow hotel.
Moshe Yeutz, car
b*mb, Jerusalem.
We haven't I.D.'d the rest.
Armando Reyes, Mexico City.
Ozan Unal, Istanbul.
Santino Sanvieri, Naples.
Must have been quite the fall.
The fall didn't k*ll him.
It was the abrupt stop.
It's a joke.
Why are you helping me?
Because you asked me.
Amen, amen, amen, amen.
Okay, so we've got
four dead mercs in the morgue,
homicides, tax returns,
map to Mexico, train schedule,
pizza, fish,
family photo
and a trashed Toyota.
So, how does this all connect?
What are you doing?
Waiting.
-For?
-Well, for you to finish.
Finish what?
I don't know.
Um, whatever it is that, um...
that you're in the
process of doing.
So you can...?
Do what I need to do.
You might seek medical attention
for the snoring problem.
Coffee?
Oh.
I don't snore, so...
Mm...
Nothing's where it was.
Well, your brain...
most brains...
when confronted with
ambiguous visual data,
seek subconsciously to arrange
it in a pattern that's familiar,
but that's not the pattern
we're looking for here.
Right.
Okay. Um...
What-what pattern
are we looking for?
Survival probability.
They started...
...here, Central America.
Okay.
How do we know that?
His tattoo.
Barrio 18, Izalco
Prison, El Salvador.
They're at w*r with MS-13.
When they reached the border of
Mexico, they boarded this train.
Well, uh, no, that's
a freight train,
-not a passenger train.
-It's the Death Train.
Families ride on the
roof, not in the cars.
It's the surest way to avoid
immigration checkpoints.
When they arrived
at Mexico City,
they would've typically
headed to one of three areas
to cross into Texas
and the United States:
El Paso, Del Rio, McAllen.
In this case, they crossed
the Rio Grande into McAllen.
Why McAllen?
A gallon of water
weighs eight pounds.
A human being requires
between one and a half
and two gallons of water a
day to survive in the desert.
So that's 36 to 48 pounds
a person not carrying a
five-year-old has to carry.
Here's her son at five.
In this photograph, he
looks to be about 13.
Edith arrived in Los Angeles and
claimed work at Sudio's Pizza.
Uh, h-hold on. Um, Edith?
Edith Sanchez.
No, you can't possibly know
that this woman in the photo
is the same Edith
Sanchez on these 1040s.
Yes, it's a certainty.
She claimed one
dependent, a child.
Of the three 1040s she
filed, two had incomes
of roughly $15,000.
The third was $60,250.
That's twice as much in one year
than the previous two combined.
Yes. That's not
the strangest part.
She checked "married"
but filed separately.
Had she filed jointly, she
could've taken advantage
of the child and
dependent care exemption.
Four times as much
money in the third year,
checks "married," files separately,
has a child and no child care.
A list of Ray's clients
over the last 18 months
shows six names, only one
with a Latino surname:
Emiliano "Emi" Gonzalez,
Fort Worth, Texas.
So, if Emi was Edith's father,
why didn't she
call him for help?
I have no way of knowing that.
Do you have any
influence at the IRS?
Keep an eye on
the loading dock.
What's with the muscle?
You don't spend much time
in Los Angeles, do you?
I'm not a fan of getting
p*stol-whipped and robbed.
No, I don't remember any Edith.
Sorry. Can't help you.
Jeanette, what do you got?
-Looks great.
-Mm-hmm.
Why would an employee not take all
the exemptions she's eligible for?
'Cause she's dumb?
'Cause she doesn't
look like you?
Neither one.
Well, I don't see people
as legal or ill*gal.
I see 'em as human beings,
and I give 'em a chance.
Anything else?
No, sir. Thanks for your time.
You're welcome.
Two thirds of your business
is takeout, correct?
Got my tax reports, huh?
You people.
That's right... two thirds.
Ask me anything.
Unit costs, payroll, promotions.
You name it, I know
where every dime goes.
Last year's earnings
before interest,
taxes, depreciation
and amortization.
42.9 mil.
You claimed 41.9 million.
Keep reading, EF Hutton.
A million in charitable
contributions to homeless shelters.
Let's go.
Setting aside the amateur
nature of this preparation,
considering you
could've deducted
considerably more from
your taxable income,
what is the most frequently
ordered size of pizza?
Large, 90%.
Large pizza is $17.35, which
accounts for 1,484,315 large pizzas.
What's your point?
Your paper costs are $360,000,
which only accounts for
900,000 large pizza boxes.
You are making my head hurt.
It's considerably less
than the aforementioned
1,484,315 large pizzas.
Right, that's because,
uh, we do it by the slice.
-By the slice? No.
-Yeah.
Impossible. You're fraudulently claiming
more income than you're receiving
in order to conceal income
from another source.
What is it?
You f*cking rodent.
Now, wait just a second.
I take time out of my busy day to
answer your silly-a*s questions,
and you got the ba*ls to
accuse me of money laundering?
Chris!
You're laundering money.
-Where is it coming from?
-Let go of my arm!
Federal agent! Stay
back. Everything's fine.
You're washing money.
Tell me where it's
coming from, or I will
-dislocate your shoulder.
-f*ck off, you m*therf*cker.
-It's quite painful.
-Chris, that's enough!
I told you.
I don't traffic those girls!
No, I-I swear to
God, I get a call.
I get a call, the cash comes in.
-I know where they...
-From who?
-Who is "them"?
-...they use a motel or two.
-A suite.
-Who is "them"?
I-I don't know. Ask
one of the girls.
What motel?
-What motel?
-City Center, Downtown.
-Who's your contact?
-Oh, f*ck.
-Please, no.
-Who's your contact?
Please.
-Who's your contact?
-Tomas!
We should go.
Were you dropped on
your head as a child?
I feel that's not
really your question.
You know, I work for
a government agency.
-I don't t*rture people.
-You didn't.
I'm the deputy
director of FinCEN,
-so I can't...
-I know. I put you there.
You and Ray King.
You know, a British woman
calls and gives me tips.
So criminals... which
is what you are...
give law enforcement...
that's me... tips every day.
If by "tips" you mean names, dates,
acts, account numbers, routing numbers,
yes, I give you tips.
You know, I'm not like you.
I can't just break the
law when it suits me.
No more violence.
We need to take what he gave us
and work our way up the chain.
That's how this is done.
Maybe the Bureau has an agent
in this office they can spare.
I may know someone.
Danke schoen.
Devil done lay down
on my, on my bed
I'll be damned
I can't get out my head
Devil done reached down
far down in my chest...
Hello.
Hi. Hi.
Hi.
Hello.
Hi. Hey, Margaret, it's...
Margaret...
Hey.
f*cking come on.
Hi, Margaret. It's Braxton.
Hello. Hi.
Hello, Margaret.
f*cking... f*cking stop.
Okay. Hello.
Hello. Hello.
Margaret, it's
Braxton. I was just...
God! m*therf*cker.
m*therf*cker!
Just f*cking do it.
f*cking do it.
You f*cking do it.
You f*cking p*ssy!
Hi. Hi. Hi, Margaret.
Hey, Margaret, it's-it's-it's...
f*ck, man, what are you
so f*cking scared of, man?
What are we even
talking about here?
We're talking about two weeks.
That's 14...
14 days, Margaret,
in the life...
in a... in a... in a... in a...
in his... in his life.
Do you know what his name is?
It's Greg.
It's... it...
It's my Greg.
He is mine.
Yeah...
Of course he's gonna
sleep with me. Of course.
You want a bottle? I'll get a...
I'll give him a bottle.
I'll... I'll give him a bottle.
A bottle. I-I can... I
can... I can... I can con...
I can connect with-with...
Won't you stop me, yeah
'fore I do something wrong...
Come on.
Margaret, it's Braxton.
Yeah. Me again. You, uh...
You got me there,
Margaret. Listen, I, uh...
You know, I was thinking
about our last conversation,
and I have gone ahead
and, uh, decided
that I'm going to swing on through
and pick up the pup on Thursday.
Yeah, no, weaned at eight weeks.
No, you made that...
You made that abundantly
clear, Margaret.
No, and I-I'm fully
aware it's only been six,
but, you know, a corgi is
an enormously smart
dog, Margaret, and...
Fair enough. I just...
Not sure that I'm able to
wrap my head around the logic
of building a bond between
a puppy and its mother
when it's literally never gonna
see the mother again. Right?
I mean, why not take
that precious two weeks
and build a bond between
the owner and its pup
when they're gonna spend the
rest of their lives together?
Well, no, but
that's-that's-that's...
that's where the-the
bottle-feeding component
comes in.
Jesus.
All right. Yeah, you really...
You're yelling at
me, Margaret. Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah, see... see
you in two weeks.
Yep. Perfect.
Bye-bye.
Ow!
f*ck you!
f*ck you, Margaret,
you f*cking b*tch!
'Fore I do something wrong
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
So tell me about you.
What do you... what do you do
when you're not doing
whatever it is you do?
You got any hobbies?
Like, um, I don't
know, you bake or-or...
you fish?
No? You don't fish?
No? You like to read? Maybe...
You garden?
Film.
Movies.
Uh, you got a favorite?
Uh...
Zauberer von Oz.
Um...
Wizard of Oz.
Oz?
Want to hear a
little Oz fun fact?
The little dog, Toto,
its real name was Terry.
Terry the dog.
Terry the dog made 125
bucks a week on Oz.
You know what the little people
made who played the Munchkins?
50 bucks.
I mean, is that a travesty
of justice or what?
Sometimes I like to think about
those little people, you know.
Put yourself in their shoes.
Bet they sat around with
their little people friends,
looking at Terry.
"Hey, this
m*therf*cker, you know,
this guy's making twice
as much as we are.
I don't remember Terry doing
any song-and-dance numbers.
Do you?"
-What do you want?
-Braxton, hi. Hello.
It's me, Chris, your brother.
I know it's you. You can't tell
from the tone of my voice
that I know it's you?
Oh, well, you sound hostile.
What do you want?
-I need your help.
-Ah. Goodbye.
B-Braxton?
f*ck. Unbelievable.
Unbelievable. You just...
Motherf...
Jesus Christ.
The f*ck... All right.
Well, the last time
that I did help you,
it nearly cost me my career.
Are you aware of that?
You sound angry at me. Why?
Yes, you're g*dd*mn
right I'm angry.
I'm angry because, year
after year, I call.
It's always me reaching
out, and it's never you,
and now, just out of
the blue, you call.
And why? Because what,
you... you need my help?
How about... how
about just calling?
How about just calling
to sh**t the sh*t?
"Hey, man, how you doing?
How have you been?"
"Merry Christmas."
"Happy birthday, B."
What about that one?
But it's not your birthday.
Your birthday's November 11th.
Ah, you dum-dum, I know it's
not my f*cking birthday.
That's not the f*cking
point of what I'm...
What do you want?
Can you be in Los Angeles,
California, in 24 hours?
Braxton? Hello?
Braxton?
Please don't hurt me.
I'm sorry. What?
Don't hurt me.
Why would you say that to me?
What have I done to you? What...
Have I done anything at all
that would give you the idea
that I would do
something to hurt you?
Why would you say that to me?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Yeah.
That makes two of us.
Trying to have a conversation.
You kind of suck as
a conversationalist.
I mean, I know there's a
language barrier, but holy sh*t,
it's not like it's so f*cking
confusing what I'm saying to you.
Dog's been barking
begging for his bone
Wolves been howling
howling my favorite song
Won't you stop me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
'Fore I do something wrong
Can't seem to find an
office chair I like.
They're all so
uncomfortable, you know?
You know, actually,
it's not the chair.
I think maybe it's what you
said about putting me there.
I don't feel like
I've earned the job.
Maybe you need more
lumbar support.
Costco has an excellent line of
chairs that support the lower back.
Uh, never mind.
So, is your brother up
to speed on the case?
Yes.
When was the last
time you saw him?
Eight years ago, in Chicago.
Younger brother or older?
I'm two years
older than Braxton.
He doesn't...
Is there something wrong?
He's just often very
angry at me for no reason.
It's fine.
Well, I'm sure he'll
be happy to see you.
Mm. Uh...
I-I get it. I have
a sibling, too.
Maybe thank him
for coming to help.
You know, tell him how
glad you are to see him.
It's just been my experience
that people want to be
appreciated, you know?
Oh. That's him.
Hello, Braxton.
This is pretty.
Who are you?
I am Marybeth Medina,
deputy director of Financial
Crimes Enforcement.
A Fed?
You suffer a stroke?
You're upset.
We're working together,
so whatever...
profession you're in, I
currently have zero interest.
Currently, huh?
Hey, gosh, that's great to hear.
Talk to you for a second?
So it's been a minute, yeah?
Eight years, uh, two months.
That's right.
You look good, Chris.
I think so, too.
I...
Braxton, thank you for coming.
I'm really glad you're here.
She tell you to say that?
Yeah.
Got to squirt.
Uh, just... Braxton, should
we go over the plan again?
What are you doing?
Let me just take a piss, yeah?
Okay, and then we'll
talk about the plan.
Care what they look like?
Nah.
How many?
I'll send 'em up.
Appreciate it.
All righty.
My time's money, right?
Yes, I've heard that.
I'll send you an invoice.
Okay. Fair.
See how fair you think it is when
you get the bill there, hotshot.
Oh, it's okay. I'm
sure I can afford it.
"I'm sure I can afford it."
Braxton.
-"Braxton."
-Braxton, don't repeat me.
"Braxton, don't repeat me."
-Braxton.
-"Braxton."
You know I don't like...
Braxton, I'm asking you nicely.
"Braxton, I really..."
Braxton.
All right, go...
just go stand over
there, all right?
Don't be scary.
Let me do the talking.
Ladies.
-Hola, papi.
-Hola.
Make yourself at home.
Hola, hola.
-Hola.
-Hello.
You must be the wild one, huh?
Oh.
Long as you don't rearrange
the furniture, he's A-OK.
Let's just, uh... Okay.
Let's just get this
over with now, yeah?
Gracias.
Here you go.
De nada, de nada.
-Gracias.
-Thank you, ladies.
You know, me and my friend
here, we were, uh...
we were just talking.
Just, maybe you could
settle something for us.
Now, what happens, you
walk into a room like this,
two guys sitting here, all
right, waiting for you...
what happens if things turn bad?
Now, look, it's... it's not us.
We're as tame as a tulip, okay?
I'm just wondering what happens if
somebody puts their hands on you
a way you don't like, if...
maybe we don't let you leave.
I imagine there's somebody you call
in a situation like that, right?
Somebody whose job it
is to show up here,
make sure you guys are okay.
Now, I want to be
completely clear.
I'm not interested
in names here.
I could care less
what his name is.
Just... what would it take for
me to get that certain somebody
to show up here?
Est loco este gringo?
Se llama Tomas.
His name is Tomas.
Braxton, remember? Tomas.
What?
-What?
-No, no, no, no, no.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's okay. It's okay.
Piensa en Jurez.
Qu pasa en Jurez?
Jurez is none of your business.
Vmonos.
Eres una estpida.
That's your money. You take it.
Vmonos.
Thank you, ladies.
It'll take a lot more than this
to get away from those people.
Okay. Okay.
Come on, Mr. "I Can
Afford It." Pay the lady.
I'm risking my life.
-Really?
-Oh.
There we go.
Tomas is real mean.
Understood.
And you're gonna hurt him?
Would you...
Would you like us to?
Please.
Okay.
Tomas.
They won't let us leave.
Okay. Gracias.
I am in room 235.
Okay.
Uh, look like?
Accountants.
Uh...
Okay, boss. Bye.
Thank you.
I don't have kids.
-Sorkis.
-Hey, it's Marybeth.
What do you got for me?
Traffic cam footage.
Sharing my screens with you now.
Only two camera
angles in that area.
King enters...
He's inside 45 minutes.
Figure g*nshots here.
Place stampedes.
Nothing.
sh**ter could be anybody.
King exits 90 seconds later.
Um, any luck calling Emiliano
Gonzalez, guy on Ray's client list?
Edith's father. Yes and no.
Gonzalez residence.
Is Emiliano Gonzalez there?
Yes and no.
Mr. Gonzalez had reported his
daughter and young family missing
seven years ago.
Well, what happened to 'em?
Cartels kidnap migrants for
ransom or for sale to traffickers.
And if they can't
ransom or sell?
You get this.
Gino Sanchez.
I got to call you back.
You got my f*cking
b*tches, as*h*le.
Assholes.
Mariella!
She's just in the back
getting freshened up.
-Mariella!
-Hey, come on, man.
We got Wi-Fi and
everything. Come on in, no?
Mariella!
Guess I hit him
harder than I thought.
-He's alive.
-Yeah. Get my sh*t.
Have you lost your f*cking mind?
-What, are we kidnappers now?
-Ah, kidnapping.
That's pretty harsh,
isn't it? We merely, uh...
-We detained him.
-For questioning.
Uh, no, we have no
right to detain anyone.
This man may know
who k*lled Ray King.
Do you want to know
what he knows or not?
I-If the cops stop me,
if-if they search the
trunk, what then, genius?
Hello, dreamboat.
-Do you have my location?
-Yes.
I need green lights from
here to Victory Boulevard.
And please call
in a fake robbery
ten blocks south of here
to distract the police
until Marybeth gets
safely home to the Airbnb.
-Damn.
-Anything else?
I need to know who Ray
King was meeting with.
Okay?
Pretty good, no?
Okay.
Go eat something or...
-Taco Bell.
-There we go.
Good morning, boys and girls.
Who wants to brute-force
the city of Los Angeles?
We have Chris and his friend
joining us remotely this morning.
They would like us to find and
identify a person of interest.
Let's prepare to examine all
traffic and security cameras.
Okay, so I've been looking
at the footage Homeland sent.
Ray goes in, comes
out 45 minutes later.
We don't even know for sure if he
was there to meet anyone at all.
Why don't we just, uh, get that
Tomas guy to tell us where Cobb's at?
And how are we gonna
do that exactly?
If you just take out his eye,
right, you show it to him?
And then you just say you're
gonna take the other one out
unless he starts talking.
It works every time. It's,
like, a ten out of ten.
Nobody wants to be blind, right?
You show 'em the one eye,
they know you're serious.
Secure link is active.
Good morning.
I've warmed up the orchestra.
We are looking for
your person now.
Finding footage from
the day of the incident.
Isolating street cameras.
Look, my guy at Homeland,
he has a doctorate in
computer science from Caltech.
-Wow.
-He can access
every database you can
name and some you can't.
There were only two cameras
recording that night.
I'm sure the kids at Harbor are
bright, but we are wasting time.
Oh, look.
Here are the other cameras
you were looking for,
Deputy Director Medina.
You can unmute your mic now.
Everyone take a feed and
look for anything suspicious
between 8:00 and 10:00 p.m.
Lane, let's see the front
entrance, post-g*nf*re.
Aidan, what's
happening in the back?
Look for any behavior that
doesn't match the situation.
Go back.
Zoom in on the front door.
Reverse.
That is our person of interest.
She's not hurrying.
She's not afraid.
Let's find her
before she arrived.
Check every alley and street.
Cover four square blocks
around Vermont and 19th.
She's hiding her face.
She knows where the cameras are.
Miles, reverse.
Pink Jacket is taking a selfie.
Let's get that photo.
There's no way they can zoom in on
her phone screen from that angle.
They don't have to.
They'll identify the woman
and find likely passwords,
hack into the phone
and email the selfie.
-Yeah, okay. Sure.
-Heavy sigh.
Would you like to bring the
normie up to speed, Chris?
That's what I would do.
Run facial scan
for I.D., please.
-I got it.
-I got it.
Chris, Lane and Charles
are going head-to-head
for this one.
Hello, Pam.
Let's get to know each other.
Iowa.
Birthplace of the
world's first computer.
Let's pay Pam's a visit.
Aidan, that zip code is serviced
by Midwest Power and Energy.
They're entering from
the utility company.
They'll jump to an unsecured
printer on the network
or a smart thermostat.
Who are these kids?
My people.
There are more of
us than you think,
Deputy Director Medina.
Skye, we need the password
to the smart home network.
Good morning, Iowa.
Good morning, Pam.
Let's not let Pam
get comfortable.
This isn't right.
Lane, get her
out of that chair
and let's go find that photo.
Miles, have that page
ready when she comes back.
Charles, get into
her photo library.
We-we can't do this.
Tell her to stop.
Chris, please
explain to the normie
we need to finish
what we've started.
Red light.
Aidan, your turn.
Green light.
Tell her to stop.
Here she comes. Red light.
Lane, let the
neighbors hear that TV.
All in... all in the butter.
Yeah, yeah. All that butter.
All right, all that
butter, and then...
-Uh-huh. A little bit of salt.
-Mm-hmm.
Tell her to stop now.
Chris, enough.
Stop.
Tell her to stop.
Stop this now.
Ah-ah-ah.
Here's her selfie.
Aidan, email photo.
You can actually
taste the sweetness.
-Oh, I love that.
-Yeah. -
That, my friend, is
an Iowan response.
Skye, get us out.
He says he does
it every morning.
-It's so good.
-You like the raw better?
-I like the raw better.
-Proud of you.
You are now a true Iowan.
Miles, enhance, please.
Running Interpol
facial recognition.
It looks like she was the
last person to speak to Ray,
but she doesn't
want to be found.
Goodbye, dreamboat.
Why would Ray meet with someone
who k*lled all these people
to find a mother and child?
She didn't k*ll
all those people.
Just...
I'm just saying, she definitely
didn't k*ll that one or...
that one right there, so...
How do you know that?
Eh... just kind of
throwing it out there,
that's all, you know.
Just a hunch.
Educated guess.
That's all it is, really.
He has no way of knowing.
Yeah, I'm just...
It's hypothetical.
-True.
-Stop talking.
Okay.
-Regardless...
-Oh, f*ck no.
Ah...
I... Do you... do you often
confess to capital m*rder?
I actually didn't say anything,
if you think about it.
I literally made a gesture.
I guess that bothered her.
Goodbye. That's it.
-I'm out.
-Okay.
One moment, Marybeth,
please, for your time.
One thing that you
may want to consider
is some of those men whose
pictures were on the wall
may have... may not
have been k*lled,
were likely very
unsavory characters...
It doesn't f*cking matter
if they're unsavory!
We don't get to decide
who lives and who dies.
-Apparently, I do.
-Braxton.
The law is what separates
us from people like him.
Been a pleasure and an honor.
Uh, hope we get to work
with each other again.
Uh, you take care and stay safe.
f*ck.
-We have a problem.
-Is it the man in the trunk?
-It is.
-Sounds like you got a problem.
-Remove him, please.
-And-and do what with him?
I'm going to the state's
attorney general.
Sure am glad it's not my car.
You know what, I made
a mistake calling you.
Okay? I'm gonna do this myself,
by the book, no more lying,
no more breaking the law.
Tell the Brit no more tips.
And don't be here
when I get back.
If I see either of you again,
I'll have you arrested.
Ms. Gutierrez, I'm confused.
The only thing that
my client is guilty of
is coming to the aid of
a young lady in distress,
after which he was attacked,
beaten and kidnapped.
But instead of
pursuing these men,
you hold this Cobb individual
over my client's head,
threatened him with prison time amidst
accusations of human trafficking?
In what bizarro legal world
do you imagine getting
a grand jury indictment?
Funny.
Exactly what Ike
Sudio's lawyer said
when I offered the same
plea deal to his client.
I do not know Mr. Sudio.
Looks like your client does.
Now, what you don't see are
the bite marks on Sudio's
tongue and the rat.
It went into his mouth
when both were still alive.
Now... and this
is just a hunch...
I'm guessing Ike was more
important than a pimp.
What do you think
they'll do to you?
Okay, we're done here.
I should note Mr. Sudio's
attorney is missing.
In or out?
Ike washed the
f*cking money, man.
Money made from
human trafficking?
Most are from Central
America, Mexico.
Like drugs, only better.
A good earner lasts
five, six years.
Mostly women...
on their backs, in the
fields, scrubbing toilets.
Some men... picking melons,
slaughterhouse k*ll floors.
Any job an American won't
f*cking do and a machine can't.
Recognize him?
No.
This was taken
eight years ago.
Oh, yeah.
b*tch would work a
good man to death.
She threw down a few times,
but she was too quiet,
so... did maid work mainly.
Her name is Edith. Where is she?
She T-boned a car outside a
parking garage on Alvarado
four, five years ago.
-So she's dead?
-No.
Heard she went through
the windshield, though.
Too secondhand for us.
What hospital?
-f*ck would I know?
-She had a father in Texas.
Why wouldn't she
go to him for help?
Ask him.
We're asking you.
You put everything
on the record,
you get immunity in
exchange for your testimony.
Last chance.
Give me the f*cking pen.
f*ck!
Get down!
18 reported accidents within the
garage in the last five years.
None serious, none
on that level.
What street did the
garage exit out to?
Alvarado.
32 accidents within
a mile radius,
three with serious
bodily injuries.
Did any of those involve a
vehicle exiting a garage?
-One.
-Injuries?
One, critical.
An unidentified
woman, sole occupant.
Hospital?
University Medical Center.
Vehicle?
-Ugh.
-Toyota Camry.
Color?
Blue.
Explore the medical
center's patient files.
Thank you.
"I don't have kids."
Thank God for that.
-What?
-What?
The woman at the hotel, she
said, "I don't have kids."
Yeah, I remember, man.
You got to let it go already.
Well, I'm saying, why
is that significant?
Why is being a mother important?
You know, man, I don't think
you and I are really authorities
on the importance of motherly
love, I hate to tell you.
This is it, huh?
Live in a lunch box.
It's quite comfortable.
Well, so is the Four Seasons.
Or a house.
Cheap like Pop.
Tighter than bark on
a tree, aren't you?
No, he wasn't cheap.
He was frugal.
-He was frugal?
-Yes.
Bullshit.
"Seven T-shirts, seven
pairs of underwear and socks
is all I need."
f*cking grown man
wearing a Timex, dude.
He was f*cking
pathetic. Look at that.
-See that?
-Yes.
It's worth more than
he made in a year.
What do you think
he'd say about this?
He would say it's the
same time on his watch.
He probably would, wouldn't he?
Are you happy, Braxton?
Am I happy?
Yes.
Yeah. Yeah, man, of
course I'm happy.
Why wouldn't I be happy?
You're a transient. You
have no significant other.
You're completely
alone, no friends or...
nothing, you have no...
We talking about me or
we talking about you?
You ever thought about
why I'm alone, Chris?
'Cause you're abrasive
or selfish or...
well, you swear too often.
Dude, I'm alone because
I... I want to be alone.
I choose to be alone.
I don't have anybody that I
got to answer to, you know,
check in with.
I-I travel the world.
I stay at five-star hotels.
I do what I want when I want it.
Have g*n, will
travel, m*therf*cker.
I mean, yeah. sh*t
yeah, I'm happy.
I'm f*cking happy. Bet
your a*s I'm happy.
I'd like to have
someone to check in on.
-Yeah?
-Yes.
Well, get a dog.
-Do you have a dog?
-I'm getting a dog.
Look at this.
Yeah.
That's Greg.
Unconvincing.
What do you mean "unconvincing"?
That's Greg. I'm
getting this dog.
Well, you like
the idea of a dog.
Anybody who has a dog likes
the idea of getting a dog.
It's why they got the
dog in the first place.
-Do you have a permanent residence?
-No.
Anyone to care for your
dog during long absences?
-I do not.
-Do you keep a regular schedule
-in terms of eating, sleeping?
-No, I don't.
You're a cat person.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Well, you know something, if I had a
cat, at least the cat would miss me.
Doubtful.
Possible.
Nah.
Chris, is it because of
you or because of me?
What?
That you, like...
-What?
-You...
-I don't understand.
-You don't...
You just, like, don't, like...
like, miss me.
Like, is that
'cause of you or me?
I spent years looking for you.
I was just trying to track you down,
but you don't look for me at all.
And then I finally find you,
and I... you know, I was
there, I saved your life.
And you said that you would
come and find me. You said...
you would come and find me soon,
and then you just
disappeared again, I guess.
You had my phone number.
I guess what I'm asking
you, man, is, like...
Do you not miss me
because of me, or is it...
...is it 'cause of your, like...
-My what?
-Your...
You know, your...
your condition.
I'm just me.
What are you doing?
I am applying sunscreen
to my lower extremities.
This is 100 SPF.
I had more than four
sunburns in my childhood,
so we're more than twice as likely
to develop melanoma as adults.
-I take precautions.
-Can I get a little bit?
-Yeah, sure.
-Can I get some? Thanks, man.
You know I don't like that.
That's not funny,
Braxton. I like thing...
Oh, it's so funny.
I want to sock your
mouth sometimes.
It's so funny.
You know what I think?
I think we got to go get drunk.
Come on, man.
Let's go get drunk.
Okay.
Son, you finally got it made
Old Hank made it here and
we're all sure that you will
but I don't think
Hank done it this way
I don't think old
Hank done it this way...
I don't know if it's, uh,
exactly what I had
in mind, you know?
I mean, it's... it's L.A.
To me, that means nightclubs,
valets, velvet ropes,
douchebags everywhere.
Not really a h*nky-tonk
type town, you know?
I don't know, I just
never took you for, like,
a country-western kind
of guy, but it's cool.
I mean, I guess you pretend
to be an ordinary accountant,
you can, uh, pretend to be
a cowboy tonight, right?
-Huh?
-No. Yes. Okay.
What do you mean
"no, yes, okay"?
Are we having a
conversation here, Chris?
By the way, as far as
the whole cowboy thing,
I think the Forrest Gump shoes,
they're a bit of a misfire,
-but...
-Well...
"Well" what?
-What?
-Um...
-Hey, now.
-Hello.
Band's looking for requests.
Is there a song
you like, handsome?
Ah.
I guess I'm good with, like, Alan
Jackson, something like that.
Tell 'em that'll, uh... that'll
do me just fine, sweetheart.
Okay, slow down, Night Moves.
I was, uh, asking him.
I'm Angie.
Hello, Angie. My name is Chris.
What's your favorite
tune, Chris?
My favorite song is
"Appalachian Spring" by Copland.
Second favorite.
Uh... in this context, yes.
Um...
Metallica, "Enter Sandman."
I don't think that's
in their wheelhouse.
Ah, yeah.
Maybe you should ask someone more
familiar with the band's capabilities.
Okay.
-No.
-I...
-No.
-What?
What are you do...
You were right there.
Why'd you... why'd
you go down like that?
-What was I supposed to say?
-You were going up.
-It was working.
-I...
What were you supposed to say?
Just say, "You pick," you know?
But she asked me what
my favorite song was.
-Dude, she wasn't asking you...
-That's why I answered.
-Yes, she did. She asked me.
-Because she liked you.
She lit... I-I'm just
as shocked as you are,
but she liked you.
That's why she came here.
I don't know, it was
like a mating call.
-My brain...
-I mean, how do you not see...
It doesn't... My brain doesn't
work that way, Braxton.
Look, dude, I...
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It was good.
You hear me? It was good.
But, I mean, it seemed
like you were seeing it,
-and she was seeing it.
-Yes.
It was just... you
made her smile.
I mean, I don't know what
the-the first thing you said,
but the Metallica thing,
that... it was funny.
You know, it could've been
perceived as, I-I don't know,
like, cute or something like that,
but it definitely made her smile.
I think maybe you don't
give yourself enough credit.
You're just, like, sort of...
What are you gonna do, man?
You... going to piss?
Where are you going?
He only came to town
about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of
yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that
he made moonshine...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Headed up the holler
with everything he had
Before my time,
but I've been told
he never come back
from Copperhead Road...
You got it. Ready?
There you go. Hey.
Get the f*ck out of...
Now, Daddy ran the whiskey
in a big-block Dodge
Bought it at an auction
at the Masons' lodge
"Johnson County Sheriff"
painted on the side
He just shot a coat of
primer, then he looked inside
Well, him and my uncle
shut that engine down
Well, I still remember
-Hey!
-that rumblin' sound...
Hey, hey!
The sheriff came around
in the middle of the night
Heard Mama cryin', knew
somethin' wasn't right
He headed down to Knoxville
with the weekly load
You could smell
the whiskey burnin'
down Copperhead Road...
Let's go!
Kick!
Hey, you see that?
That's my brother.
That's my big brother up there.
Copperhead Road
Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.
Copperhead Road
I'm sorry.
Sorry, I didn't mean to...
-Thank you.
-So he dances.
Well...
Well, I'll be
dipped in dog sh*t.
-Oh, hello.
-That was some dancing.
Light on your feet, big man.
Thank you. Yes.
I'm a beginner. It's
my first time, so...
-It wasn't a compliment, hoss.
-Jerry.
-Don't start.
-Mm.
Hey.
-Hey.
-Eyes forward, son.
Whoa. Well, that's not kind.
Hey, I don't think
you heard me.
Look at me when I'm
f*cking talking to you.
Hey.
Hey, come on.
-You're in cowboy country.
-Oh, I see.
We don't mess with another
man's girl down here.
You're from Glendale, Gerald,
and I'm not your girl.
It's okay. My brother wasn't having
a good time tonight, but now he will.
Okay, hit me, Jerry.
Well, your brother
can get it, too.
Oh, good.
Your face is like an an*s.
Swing at me, Jerry! Oh, no.
Khaki Pants here wants to scrap.
-Jerry.
-Oh, goodness gracious.
-f*cking hit him.
-Hey.
-Show him what you got, Jerry.
-Here, hold this.
-Get him, Jerry.
-Knuckle up, m*therf*cker.
-I'm prepared.
-Guys, stop.
-Knuckle up, m*therf*cker.
-Hey. Stop.
Jerry.
-Oh, come on now.
-Go, Jerry!
g*dd*mn!
Is there anything in this
world better than punching
a m*therf*cker in the face
who's got it coming? Huh?
-Well...
-Huh? What?
-No.
-Yes.
Shut the front door.
-You! Hey!
-Yes. Ha!
-Hey!
-I'm very smooth.
You!
You, look at you!
I'm sorry, it was, uh, Miss...
Deputy Director Medina.
Yeah, well, patient files past
and present require a subpoena.
-I'm quite sure you know that, Miss Medina.
-Yes, I do.
A woman and her child
disappeared eight years ago.
Now they're either dead
or living a nightmare.
Look, could you just
do this for me, please?
I really need your
help, and I just... I...
Yeah, and I need a
court order to do so.
Now, I'm sorry.
Hey.
Harbor Neuroscience.
The Harbor Neuroscience?
Treasury and Harbor have
partnered to support
health care professionals
who work with individuals
possessing unique abilities.
Define "support."
Here we go.
Jane Doe 636.
Five years ago.
Skull fracture, jaw,
ribs, left arm broken.
And extensive facial injuries
as a result of an auto accident.
Delirious, in and out of
consciousness when she arrived.
Said something about being
attacked by somebody.
Prior to reconstructive surgery,
she was exposed to
neuro-rehabilitation strategies
I designed to treat individuals
with extensive brain trauma.
How extensive?
A nearly total loss of memory.
I played top boards in college.
If Jane ever played,
she didn't remember how.
That's three days later?
Acquired savant syndrome.
So rare some neurologists
doubt it exists.
But you don't?
Victims of blunt force trauma
can, on extremely
rare occasions,
exhibit extraordinary outcomes.
A woman who's never played piano
fractures her skull in a fall,
masters Rachmaninoff in a day.
A baseball fan takes a
90-mile-per-hour foul ball
to the head and
wakes to discover
he can learn a foreign
language in an afternoon.
How is that possible?
Their brains, for
lack of a better word,
are rewired, unlocking
hidden abilities,
abilities that, at least
theoretically, we all possess.
And Jane's talent was chess?
No.
Not exactly.
The brain injury Jane suffered lit
up her frontal and parietal cortex.
Checkmate.
Those areas responsible for pattern
recognition, problem solving,
critical thinking.
The same areas of the brain
chess masters rely on.
Caveat is their abilities
start and stop with chess.
In Jane Doe, they didn't.
Acquired savant syndrome
would explain the exponential
acceleration of her ability
to decode and
assimilate information,
the hand-eye coordination,
but what it doesn't explain
is why her memory
was all but erased.
Or the personality change.
My theory?
The trauma that
rewired her brain
also unplugged any
unnecessary neural networks.
Unnecessary for...?
Survival.
The brain's frontal lobes are also where
our fight-or-flight decisions are made.
I think the appeal of
chess wasn't strategy...
...but combat.
I don't know what Jane's life
was like prior to the accident,
but whoever she was when
they brought her in...
...wasn't the same
person who left.
Over the following
months, she became
increasingly isolated.
Aggressive.
Until one night, she beat a
security guard unconscious,
took his g*n...
...and disappeared.
Y-You said her memory
was all but erased.
D-Did she retain any memory of
her life before the accident?
Family, kids, anything?
Yeah, I asked her that exact
question multiple times.
Only once did she come
up with something.
Let's go back over family.
Um, any memory of children
or a husband?
"Pop! Goes the Weasel"?
So, should we order
in some dinner?
Discuss the grant? Next steps?
Uh, the applications
are in my car.
I'll be right back.
You're asking me to divulge
the identity of a woman
who may or may not be
under my employment.
I know she works for us, Batu.
And, uh, you know this how?
Half those jobs I turned down...
I just... I just want to
talk to her. That's all.
Talk to her? Why?
Eh. It's-it's a family thing.
Don't tell me.
The one man I'd terminate for free
minus one very inconvenient fact.
I know. He's my brother.
No.
He might k*ll all my K*llers.
I'm going to bed.
Braxton, tell me that
engine of destruction
isn't with you now.
No, sir, he is not.
Because the last time
you had a family thing,
it nearly ruined me.
Makes two of us.
Since you're in Los Angeles...
-Yeah?
-We have a new client
whose in-house hitter
isn't getting the job done.
Sending a photo now.
Instructions to follow
only if we engage.
I will let you know soon
if I need your services.
"Piensa en Jurez."
Jurez. Why Jurez?
"I don't have kids."
"I don't have kids."
"I don't have..."
Why didn't Edith
Sanchez call her father?
Negative consequence.
Is her father a danger?
A school.
It's not a school, is it?
It's a...
It's a prison.
Why?
Because of you.
Edith was afraid for you.
Afraid they would hurt you.
Medina's at the Airbnb.
Call her, then the police.
Is that wise?
You're an escaped convict
from a federal penitentiary.
Anything else?
We found Edith Sanchez.
Ray King wasn't m*rder*d because
he was looking for Edith.
He was m*rder*d
because he found her.
Call Marybeth now.
Tell her I'm on my way.
And we need to find
Edith's son Alberto.
He's being held as a
prisoner in Jurez.
Okay, Chris. Understood.
Hello?
Someone's coming to k*ll you.
Marybeth?
Hello? Hello?
Drop it. Drop it!
Turn around.
I'm a federal
agent. Big mistake.
Only if your name is
not Marybeth Medina.
Hands!
Down on your knees.
Now!
Mam!
Mami!
No!
You're Edith Sanchez.
Not anymore.
I think your child is a prisoner
in a compound in Jurez.
It's okay.
I need to put pressure on this.
Help is coming.
No, no. I-I paid
you to k*ll her,
not to try and k*ll her.
Someone intervened in the hit.
An extraordinarily
lethal someone.
Our contracts are enforced
until the target is dead
or the client's expired.
Enjoy your evening.
Go to Jurez.
Take those kids into the desert.
I want 'em dead and buried.
No trace.
Nothing to tie me to them.
Think you can handle that?
Yeah, Burke.
Yeah, I can handle that.
You show up in
Jurez, and then what?
How you even gonna
find these kids?
-Not your concern.
-Ugh.
-You can leave.
-For Christ's sake.
How many times do
I got to tell you?
What happened to Medina
was not my fault.
All right? She said she
wanted nothing to do with us.
I just... I took
her at her word.
She has a punctured lung, ruptured
spleen and a fractured jaw.
So don't send an
Edible Arrangement.
How many times?
How many times I got to do it?
How many times I got
to say I'm sorry?
I don't know. You
haven't said it one time.
Ah, you're so full of sh*t.
All this is about is about the
g*dd*mn kid in the picture, right?
-You think he's like you.
-Yes.
-He's alone in Jurez.
-Oh, my God.
-Do you even care? Do you...
-How do you know that?
How do you know he's like you?
You are so weird, Chris.
You get these ideas in your
head, and you just obsess...
g*dd*mn it, you know
how exhausting it is?
My entire life,
I've had to clean up
after the weird
kid, you know that?
-I'm not weird.
-Oh, you're not weird?
Every f*cking time we
move, we go to a new town.
-What happens?
-Then you show up with your fits.
-I don't do that anymore, Braxton.
-Your rocking.
Your stupid Solomon
Grundy bullshit.
Then I got to beat somebody's a*s
'cause they put their hands on you.
No. You like to fight!
Ah, it ain't the g*dd*mn point!
-The point is I always get your f*cking back, Chris!
-Goodbye.
I get your back.
You ever say thank you?
"Wow. Gee, thanks, Brax.
Thank you for getting my back.
Thank you. You are the
best g*dd*mn brother..."
What are you doing? You...
g*dd*mn it! What,
you just gonna leave?
f*ck. You know what? You
want to go to Jurez?
Hey, let's go to Jurez.
Good for you.
Let's go get our asses shot off.
My drone's not responding.
I lost the feed.
Get 'em on. Get 'em on.
Load 'em up, load 'em up.
All the way to the back.
Fill it up. Vmonos.
Field trip. Follow them.
Get on the bus. Get 'em on.
Let's go! Everybody out!
Field trip! Get 'em on the bus!
You found it?
We found it.
How far?
-11 minutes.
-Okay.
We'll wait till dark,
and then we'll go in.
Can you k*ll the lights?
Yes, but it won't matter.
Why not?
The children will be
dead before it's dark.
Braxton.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Get 'em all out!
Hey, all the kids on
the bus! Field trip!
Rpido.
-Qu me ven, cabrones?
-Get 'em all out!
-Muvanse. Ey, ey.
-Let's go!
Rpido.
Hey! Move on them!
Hold it down! I'll
be right back!
Where you at, kid?
Where the f*ck are you?
Hey, kid, where you at?
What are you doing?
The f*ck do you
think you're doing?
You trying to get me k*lled?
Get up! We're moving.
Come on. This way, this way. Go.
Fire back! Get down,
you dumb m*therf*cker!
Start the bus!
Go!
Fire, Chris! Go, go!
Move, move, move,
move, move! Move!
-You're hit?
-I'm good.
Hey, hey, hey,
hey. I'm good. Go.
-I'm fine, go. I'm fine. Hey, stop.
-No. You're hit.
Finish the f*cking job.
I-I got these
m*therf*ckers. Just go!
Go, Chris. Go get
to those kids! Go!
Damn it.
Now, wait.
Wait.
Let's go.
I need to seal it.
Open up!
Help them off the bus.
Get off the bus. Let's
get this over with.
Come on. Move. Hey.
ndale!
Get in the f*cking hole!
Get in the hole now! Hurry up!
Move! Move!
Follow the person
in front of you.
Go!
Come on. Follow
them. Follow them.
Go. Hurry up.
Move!
You again? You again?
Hey, get up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, back up. Back the f*ck up!
Solomon Grundy,
-born on a Monday.
-Hey, I got a heavy figure!
Christened on Tuesday.
-I'm not the guy you want.
-Married on Wednesday.
-Burke is the guy you want.
-Sick on Thursday.
-Worse on Friday.
-Listen to me, man!
Died on Saturday.
-Listen to me!
-Buried on Sunday.
Burke is the guy...
That was the end
of Solomon Grundy.
Alberto Sanchez?
It's okay.
It's okay.
Ests bien.
Ests seguro. Ests bien.
You're safe.
It's okay.
Ests a salvo.
Mm-hmm.
Let's go, yeah?
Vmonos.
It's okay.
Just go... go over
to the bus, yeah?
Let's go. It's okay.
Who's that?
Hey, Chris, stop the bus.
-What?
-Stop the bus, man. Just...
Open the door.
Open the door, ding-dong.
Hello.
Hi.
Come here.
Hey.
Hi. Who are you?
Hi.
Chris.
She likes me, man.
Mm.
You want to...
You want to come home with me?
Chris.
Hey.
Hey.
Look at her.
Yeah.
Are you gonna be mine?
As I suspected.
What do you think, man?
What should I call her?
Huh?
That's a...
That's a male cat.
Da.
Batu Donetsk,
owner of the largest
k*ll squad in Europe?
I'm sorry.
You have me confused
with someone else.
52 years old.
Born in Nizhny Novgorod.
Russian, Romanian,
Mongol descent.
Seven years in the prison
known as the Black Dolphin.
Married four times.
One child by a mistress.
Would you like me to tell you
the mileage on your Bentley?
What can I do for you?
Terminate the contract
on Marybeth Medina.
Why would I do that?
Let me tell you a story.
Ice cream...
Speak.
Guanacaste Province,
Costa Rica.
Write it down.
How about you do
your f*cking job
and stick to the contract?
You said the contract
would stay in place
until that Treasury
b*tch was dead.
Or until you expired. Correct?
Well, I am very much alive.
-Consider it done.
-Good.
When?
Momentarily, sir.
Goodbye.
What?
Thanks.
-Gentlemen.
-Hello.
How are you?
-Nice to see you.
-Deputy Director.
-You doing okay?
-Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good.
Harbor Neuroscience Academy.
This is Deputy Director
Medina, U.S. Treasury.
Ma'am, I don't think you're
calling who you think you are.
I think I am.
I know you can hear me.
And I just wanted
to say thank you.
Ray found Edith, but
you and Chris helped me
solve the rest of the puzzle.
Ray would be grateful.
And so am I.
Is that good, Aidan?
Uh, yeah, it looks good.
-All right.
-Awesome.
Oh, she's here. Come on.
-Let's go, Miles.
-Oh.
-Going.
-Let's go.
-Going now?
-Hold on. -Yeah.
One eye open, I look away
I was searching but
couldn't take any more
But the best idea
that I ever had
Seek the answers
I've been looking for
One eye closed
to indifference
To the things I
did nothing about
And I've waged this w*r
for far too long
Wanna change it,
wanna stamp it out
So follow me...
Kid's unbelievable.
-Braxton.
-It's-it's-it's...
-It's wildly unfair.
-He's a child, Braxton.
I don't care he's a child.
I'm a man. You're a man.
He's a kid. That's
a cat. Who cares?
The point is we're supposed
to be taking turns.
He's been holding my cat for
the last hour and a half, Chris.
So when's it my turn?
How much longer, man?
Alberto.
Cunto falta hasta Harbor?
Mil doscientas cuarenta
y siete millas.
Oh, Jesus.
-Uh, 1,247 miles.
-It's amazing.
It's amazing how he can
just come up with that
but he can't figure
out how long it takes
to give somebody else a
turn holding the damn cat.
He's like a freaking genius.
Just, um, out of idle curiosity,
what are your plans after, uh...
after we drop Alberto at Harbor?
-My plans?
-Mm-hmm.
-I-I don't know.
-Do you think, um...
Well, I made a reservation
at an RV park, uh,
at the Chattahoochee for
after we drop off Alberto,
a-and I thought we
could go hiking there.
You-you made a reservation?
It's just an idea.
And-and what, we'd... we-we'd
stay in the Airstream?
I think it'll be fun.
I think it...
I think it might be fun, too.
Follow me
Help me out
I have no guarantees
but the shade
of a safe house
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