I can't believe this is happening.
I cannot believe I let you do this.
- We all agreed. - I didn't.
- We decided it was worth the risk. - This is a mistake.
This is how amateurs get caught.
Nomi, help.
Will, it's going to be fine. The ID held up.
In England. Outgoing.
It is never the same as Incoming.
We're inside the TSA, watching for any alert.
Any better?
Unh-unh.
You're in the woods. You barely have Wi-Fi.
- Bug's on it. - Color the Bug totally clustered.
Hi, Bug.
What's up, Neets?
Can I get you anything?
Earplugs.
Okay. I heard that. And they're not gonna work
because I'm talking inside your head.
She knows. She didn't mean it literally.
And you know he's only freaking out because he loves you so much.
You can't do anything now. Let's let her sleep.
Okay, dinner's ready.
Oh, we're coming.
Bug, anything happens, no matter how small, you call me.
Bug's on duty.
You know, this whole visiting thing?
It's a little like FaceTime without a phone.
Ha! That's what I said!
Uh-oh.
What? Wait, what?
- TSA bumped up its warning level. - Why?
Another mass shooting.
At this point, aren't mass shootings just business as usual in America?
Please be careful.
I will.
Ma'am! He's in a meeting.
This is more important.
- ...less humid in those countries. - Oh, my God.
- Kala. - I'm interrupting again.
No, no, no, no.
You've just turned an unbearably boring piece of business
into another rare pleasure.
- I will come back. - Mrs. Rasal, the priority is obvious here.
And Raj, I must say, you're spending too much time with me
when you have a bride this beautiful right here in the very same building.
It makes me think I taught you nothing at school, my friend.
One of us has to work, Ajay.
See you later.
- Mrs. Rasal. - Come, Kala.
These shipping reports have been falsified. Everything.
Everything that the controller is approving has been doctored.
The manifests are complete lies!
My God, Kala, you are even more beautiful when you're upset.
Rajan, please. We're shipping out old antibiotics,
discontinued HIV inhibitors.
We're selling old, useless, defective, and possibly poisonous drugs
to people whose lives depend on them.
I know this is not easy to hear for the first time,
but this is all standard procedure.
We have to vacate our storage space.
And our profit margins, like every pharma company,
depend on not wasting every drug that's slightly below standard.
You know?
This is how this business works. We all do it.
Some of those drugs can still work.
We are selling the only kind that those people can afford.
You have to trust me.
This is the way to serve the greater good.
What if your father or what if I went to a hospital
and was given improper, expired drugs?
- That won't happen. - Why not?
Because these products are shipped to distant places.
We would never risk the lives of our own people.
Which places?
Out of India. You know, like China or Africa,
faraway places.
Like Kenya?
Could be. Why?
Kala?
Have you seen this?
So many terrible things going on.
I used to wonder if there was something I could do to try to change the world...
before I understood such thoughts were unskilled.
Trying to change the world only leads to suffering.
All we can change is ourselves.
I'm not sure I agree.
I know.
That's why I can't help you.
You weren't sitting in that seat before, were you?
I hope one day we can visit again...
when your thinking does not reflect their thinking.
No, please, talk to me.
You were at the rave.
I don't understand. Why can't I see where you are?
You may feel gravity without knowing how it works.
There are forces acting upon every life
that remain beyond our control or comprehension.
I think we can all agree that things were much different back then.
Oh, so different.
There were none of these mass shootings.
- Oh, God. Did you see the terrible news? - We just heard about it.
They always want to blame it on a religion,
an ethnic group, or a skin color,
but the one thing no one ever wants to say...
- It's always a man. - Some fucking dude not getting any.
Violence has a gender.
Oh, my God. I love your dads.
I find it fascinating how every generation believes in different things.
We believed in pot. And sex.
We were Black Panthers.
- Oh, bad motherfuckers. - Now we cook quinoa.
Oh, come on now. You all were more interested in pussy than politics.
And what was the nice Jewish girl from Santa Barbara interested in?
I wanted to end patriarchal control over women's bodies.
"Copulation for a better nation."
By having sex with every homie in Oakland.
- By any means necessary. - Mom!
They exaggerate, honey.
Oh, I just think it's amazing that none of you ever cared
that you didn't know who her biological dad was.
Well, what can you do when this thing smiles at you?
Oh, I know.
We're here, we're queer! Get used to it, get used to it!
Ha! Ha!
That's the most fun I've had in my entire life.
That's what you told me once.
Joaquin, what are you doing here?
I wanted nothing to do with you. Nothing.
And I did my best to convince them that you were beyond saving.
- They wanted to see it by themselves. - Ay, no.
Dad, Mom...
what are you doing here?
You're our daughter. We've come to take you home.
Daddy, I'm happy here. I want to stay.
Look what you're doing to your mother, huh?
This? This... is what I was trying to explain.
They changed her.
They've made me realize that I can't be with an asshole
- that uses my face as a punching bag. - Enough!
Joaquin...
get her bag.
Huh...
Want to go again... faggot?
Only if you want your ass kicked by a faggot.
Again.
Thank you.
Stop it.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
Don't be a child, Daniela.
Don't treat me like one.
Everything I built in this world, I built for you.
But if you force me,
I will cut you out of that world
and I'll never look back.
I know this is hard for all three of you to understand,
but I have a relationship with these two men
that isn't based on threats, or control, or money.
You're not allowed to be sanctimonious when you're living off a trust fund.
Keep your money.
She doesn't need it.
Daniela, please...
come home with us.
Sorry, Mom.
I am home.
I'm home.
Hey! Whoo-hoo!
♪ Maybe you'll wanna give me Kisses sweet ♪
- Hi. - One sec.
♪ But only for one night with no repeat ♪
- Is it Will again? - Yeah.
♪ And maybe you'll go away And never call ♪
Listen, I just want to know what the plan is
in case the ID doesn't work out.
I'm telling you, it's the best one I've ever done.
And by the way, how do you know so much about fake IDs?
Every trans person needs a new ID.
And when the government makes them too hard to get, I make it easy.
She's not through yet.
It'll be fine.
♪ So, if you feel like giving me A lifetime of devotion ♪
♪ I second that emotion ♪
♪ Oh, little girl, I second that emotion ♪
I know you feel we can trust Hoy,
but if I were BPO, I would be waiting for you here.
If they know I'm here, I don't think it will be because of Hoy.
Someone's following me.
Excuse me.
Diego!
God, you're a sight for sore eyes.
So...
you're the chick with the weird accent.
I am.
I didn't think he was gonna come.
I probably shouldn't be here.
Both Will and I are so grateful.
He said he was gonna explain, oh, a few little things.
Like why he just disappeared for over a fucking year
without explaining shit to his best fucking friend.
D, I'm sorry.
He's very sorry.
Yeah, sure. You know what? I don't know why I'm complaining to you.
Not like he can hear me, right?
Come on.
♪ And I know ♪
♪ Times like these You just take it slow ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ And there she goes ♪
♪ Heart that pounds like a stereo ♪
Oh, my God.
♪ You take me round and round Like the merry-go ♪
Really?
♪ But one more ride, baby, here we go ♪
Makes sense.
What does?
Coming here.
You know Superdawg?
Whenever he gets nervous, he needs to eat.
I gotta get something to eat. You want anything?
I'm okay.
I really miss the malts.
Actually, I'll try a malt.
That's what he always orders.
Five, six, seven, eight!
Mama?
- Ah. Hello, my son. - Hi, Mom.
- This is Zakia, the girl I was... - Ah!
Yes, of course.
It's wonderful to finally meet you.
It's great to meet you, too.
Capheus told me about the work that you do here with the kids.
It is amazing.
These children do far much more for us than we could ever do for them.
So the school focuses on teaching kids different kinds of art?
Yes. Art is fundamental to the development of a child's imagination.
One cannot create or achieve anything unless they imagine it first.
My son tells me that you were educated in London?
- Yes. - What a gift.
It was.
He said that you were offered many jobs but you decided to come back home.
I know there's a lot of work to do here.
There's too much injustice, too much corruption, too much poverty.
But I love Kenya, like your son does.
My future is my country.
Which is why I am so excited about him running for office.
What?
Uh...
Mama, I've been meaning to tell you something.
I used to sit here and think so much about the future...
trying to picture what my life would be like.
I never imagined anything like this.
I don't think anyone knows what life they will live.
- That's what makes life feel alive. - Hm...
Do you think that is also true for people, and if it is,
does that mean that you can never really know your own husband?
Or your own brother.
I have to admit, I'm very uncomfortable with this level of uncertainty.
No, but what is the alternative?
Kala?
You have a visitor.
We can stay with you.
No, it's all right.
We need to talk.
- Hm? - Hm.
So you got these different voices in your head, and one of them is Will?
I know it sounds strange.
If he's in your head listening,
does that mean he can hear everything I'm saying?
- Yeah. - Yes.
So when I say, "Go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut, Gorski,"
he can hear that?
Yeah.
I deserve it.
He says he deserves it.
Damn right he does.
Ask him why should I give a shit about him
or his crazy-ass "I hear voices" girlfriend
when he obviously doesn't give a shit about me?
Your phone is about to ring.
Huh?
Listen, D, I'm sorry.
You can't just apologize for something like this, man.
Will you please just let me try to explain, okay?
All I'm asking for is two minutes.
I don't have two minutes for you.
Okay. All right, that's fine. Will you just answer me one question?
What?
How many times did the Feds or Homeland Security
call you in for questioning?
I don't think I can count that high, man.
Well, you didn't tell them anything because you didn't know anything.
And that is why I couldn't call, because I know you, D.
I know how much you love being a cop.
And a big part of why I love being a cop
is being in that hot stinky car every day with my best friend.
I also know my best friend is the shittiest liar I've ever met.
If you lost your job lying to protect me,
you couldn't be a cop anymore.
I...
I couldn't forgive myself for that.
Part of being a best friend, man,
is caring more about them than you care about a damn job.
Yeah, but you got a wife. You got two beautiful kids.
Yeah, and they fucking miss you, too.
I miss them.
I miss you.
I miss my life.
I'm trying to get it back.
But I need your help.
Okay.
All right. What do you want me to do?
You were right.
I don't say this as an excuse,
but only in trying to understand it myself.
I have been working in this company since I was a child.
I packed boxes when other kids were playing football.
As soon as I understood math, my father taught me how to crunch margins.
I was raised to believe in this company the way other people believe in God.
The more devout I was, the more I sacrificed,
the more I expanded my faith,
then the more my god would protect me and my family.
Nothing has been more important.
And this focus has caused me to lose sight of...
things that a man in my position should never lose sight of.
But I've changed everything now.
This company is going to do things differently from now on.
Kala, the look in your eyes made me see what you saw.
And I hated it, too.
You are my life.
Everything else is... belongings.
And more than anything...
I want to be the man you believed me to be.
No, no, no! I forbid it!
- Mama, I thought we were discussing it. - There's nothing to discuss.
Politics turns people into fools and fools into thugs.
Politics killed your father and it's going to kill you.
- I understand how you feel. - Then why are we discussing it?
I don't know.
Maybe I've been looking around and seeing things that are wrong...
and wondering if there is anything I can do to help fix them.
Maybe I have too much of my father in me.
Maybe I'm just as foolish as he was.
We had the very same argument.
Just tell me why.
- I already said I will tell them no. - But you want to tell them yes.
I do.
Tell me why, when you know it's so dangerous.
Because we cannot escape hope.
The only hope we have of making this country a better place
is if we do it ourselves.
I'm sorry.
The last thing I want to do is cause you pain.
I will tell them I have to withdraw.
You will do no such thing.
All I ask is that you remember that you are all I have left of him.
Father, I'm sorry.
If you hadn't come to the prison...
if you hadn't cared about me...
maybe you would still be alive.
I feel lost.
Everything I considered my home...
is gone.
Every time I begin to feel I belong somewhere...
I have to leave.
I'm trapped between what I want and what I know I can't have.
Mom... I miss you.
I measure so much of my life against one afternoon with you.
I'm sorry, Mama. I lost the match.
You fought someone almost twice your age.
But I lost and made you sad.
I'm not sad, Sun.
Then why are you crying?
Mothers worry for their daughters.
I'm always afraid for you when I come to these matches.
But I'm not afraid.
I know.
That's why I'm crying.
Your teacher told me he's never seen a fighter as fearless as my daughter.
When I watch you and I see your fierce determination...
I know that your life will not be like mine...
and that makes me very, very happy.
That was the day you took me to the Spring Festival.
There is much of her in you.
I was nourished by her.
But Joong-Ki was too young.
It was my duty to raise him in her place.
But I failed.
What happened was not your fault.
A lot of people never get the kind of love you got from your mother.
I certainly didn't.
But it didn't turn me into a murderer.
That may be true.
But it doesn't change the feeling inside of me.
I know feelings and emotions can overwhelm our logic,
and at the same time,
logic can ruin the emotions that make life worth living.
My brother killed my father because of me.
This is not a feeling. It is a fact.
For many years after my father was killed...
I believed it was my duty to avenge him.
I stole a gun.
I imagined myself shooting the men who killed him many times.
But you never did.
No.
Why?
My mother.
Come. Sit with me. I want to talk to you about your father.
I asked her if she hated the men who killed him...
- and she said... - I have no room in my heart for hate.
I don't have a mother to give such advice.
Maybe not.
But you have us.
Are you going to tell me... I should trust in the law?
No.
My father was like your brother.
The world is better off without them.
I think I'm more confused than I was before.
There's no easy answer, Sun.
Whatever you decide to do...
just know you won't have to do it alone.
I don't care where she is.
Mr. Rodriguez, hi.
- You cut your hair! - Excuse me.
You don't have an appointment with him. Sir!
Did you see it?
Listen, I gotta call you back.
Did you watch it?
- Oh, yeah, I watched it. - It has almost two million hits!
Oh, can you believe it?
- It is incredible. - Lito, this is a bit awkward.
I thought your lawyer was gonna talk to you.
I know. He said that I needed to talk to you.
Oh, he did, did he?
Okay. Let's do this.
Before you start, I know I've been having trouble finding the right project.
- It's not that. - I really think I needed to do this
before I was ready.
Well, I wish you would have talked to us first.
Why?
Look, I'm not gonna coddle you.
This agency no longer represents you.
- What? - Look, it has nothing to do with me.
I mean, I even fought for you.
You know, I think that what you're doing is very, you know... It's important.
- What are you talking about? - There are certain high-level clients
here at CMA who just, you know, they just simply don't agree with your, um...
I don't know, what do you want to call it? Your lifestyle?
- It's not a lifestyle. - Whatever. Look, they told management
in no uncertain terms that it was either them or you. Okay?
Who?
Look, obviously this conversation never took place, okay?
I mean, we just decided to part ways, and, you know, wish each other the best,
and, uh, explore other opportunities, et cetera. Blah, blah, blah.
You said I was your guy.
Well, you lied to us, too.
Thank you.
Can I offer an opinion?
I came alone.
I just want to talk. That's all.
How did you know I would be here today?
Well, I didn't.
I've been here every morning before my shift.
I guessed if you did come, it would be early.
I knew it'd be important for you to visit them.
I'd have felt the same way if my father committed suicide.
My father did not commit suicide. He was murdered.
That is a strong allegation, Ms. Bak.
It's not an allegation, it is a fact, Detective.
Do you then have evidence to prove it?
I know what my brother has done.
And I do not require you or the law to believe me.
Yeah? Why?
Because I have seen your legal system from inside and out.
And the last thing I would expect from it is justice.
Look, Ms. Bak...
I meant what I said to your teacher, okay?
I'm on your side.
We know that your brother is not the man the media believes him to be.
We suspect a lot of illegal money is flowing through his company.
We're just not able to prove it yet.
Listen to yourself, Detective.
Is this the system you serve?
Yeah. The law is imperfect.
I'm asking you to trust me and I swear I will protect you.
I don't need anyone's protection.
Are you sure about that?
I promised I only wanted to talk,
so I'm not gonna stop you if you prefer to leave.
But... this today, may be my last chance for a rematch.
May I propose a test to your invulnerability, Ms. Bak?
A quick spar.
If you win, you leave as you wish.
But if I win...
you come with me and tell your story on the record.
If you're not going to stop me, I have no need to fight you.
No, you don't need to.
But I am hoping you want to.
I have thought about our fight at Mrs. Cho's apartment.
A lot.
I haven't thought about it at all.
All right.
Show me what you've learned, Detective.
When was the last time you lost a fight, Ms. Bak?
I can't remember.
I remember that move from your fight with King Kong Kim.
He was the best fighter from our dojo and you just cut him down
like you were chopping a tree.
Like that?
Exactly like that.
Had enough?
No, Ms. Bak.
Oh, no.
You're thinking too much, Detective.
My teacher says the same thing.
After I lost an important match,
he told me that I worry too much about what I should or shouldn't do.
He says fighting is not something you do with your head,
it's something you do with your heart.
You agree with him, Ms. Bak?
I think you will profit by spending more time with your teacher
and less time pestering me.
But this is much more fun.
Come on.
Let's go.
I think I know why you never remember your fights.
You're not fighting a person.
You're fighting something else.
You used a false identity to fight because of your father.
I think he refused to see you...
to understand how special you are.
Ah!
You have improved, Detective.
It was almost a year ago you kissed me right here.
Riley, I, uh...
I, uh... I know I've been acting...
crazy lately.
I don't mean to be.
- I know. - It's just...
I've never loved anyone, anyone...
the way that I love you.
I promise I will come back to you.
It's the waiting that's the hard part.
- I know. - It's, uh...
Do you think it's gonna be much longer?
No.
It could be tomorrow... it could be next week.
Or it could be right now.
Which it so happens it is.
He's here?
The Archipelago has spoken.
I've been given an address.
You must go there. You must go now.
- Oh! What? Whispers. Where? - Oh! Sorry. Sorry. So sorry.
But you are gonna freak out, too.
- What? - I couldn't sleep.
I was curious about the shooting everyone's been talking about.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hm.
And one of the people killed was this British politician, Mitchell Taylor.
He was giving a speech when it happened.
This is not out of some woolly desire
to sit in a circle and sing Lennon's "Imagine."
This is to remind people that free societies...
are stronger societies.
- Is he speaking at a mosque? - Uh-huh.
Is he Muslim?
No. It was some kind of peace congregation with all kinds of people,
Jews, Muslims, Christians, Atheists.
Since the invention of cities, open, multicultural societies
are the places that the world's best and brightest have wanted to go to,
while mono-cultural, repressive societies
are the places they've wanted to escape from.
Oh, my God.
Oh, those poor people.
It's horrible.
What happened to the killer?
He tries to shoot himself.
How much better would the world be
if these guys would just start with themselves?
Right? But look, just before he shoots.
Good. They caught him.
Yeah.
But the whole thing seemed so sad.
I mean, this guy Taylor trying to do something about our fear of otherness,
then I got drawn in.
I started reading all of his tweets, and posts, and interviews,
and I was thinking how the Internet is a kind of psycellium,
like what you experienced in the woods with Angelica,
where memories and moments of our lives exist beyond us...
when I saw this...
Ruth El-Saadawi?
Freaky enough?
Then I started thinking like you're thinking,
maybe a coincidence is not a coincidence,
when my phone pinged and I screamed.
They put the killer in jail,
but they didn't release his identity until now.
Todd.
Oh, my God.
Oh, no.
Of course.
You gotta be shitting me.
Come on.
Riley.
Okay, I'm officially creeped out.
I don't like this, Riles.
We'll find another way to get to Whispers.
Will! Riley! I know why Whispers has been missing.
He's been trapped in prison.
He Bolgered Todd and used him to murder a politician named Mitchell Taylor.
Holy shit.
The church?
Why?
This is where the meeting is supposed to be.
Okay, this is getting weirder and weirder.
Riley?
Oh, my God.
- He said I had to go down the stairs. - Who did?
Mr. Hoy.
If you want my professional police opinion,
I say there's no way in hell I'd go down there.
Yes, thank you.
Especially because if this was a movie,
this would be the scene where the funny but annoying sidekick gets whacked.
He said I have to go alone.
Well, that solves my problem.
- I'll be in the car. - D!
Will, BPO doesn't work like this.
This is someone who's very frightened.
And if I was gonna do what they're about to do, then I'd be scared, too.
I did a scene like this in Forgive Us Our Trespasses.
What happened?
Everyone died.
Not helpful.
No.
It is a test.
They need to know that I'm alone.
No.
Five minutes.
In five minutes, I send in Diego.
I needed to know how far you would go.
I needed to know if I could trust you.
I understand.
It's strange to finally meet.
In a way, you and your cluster exist because of me.
You work with Professor Kolovi.
You helped Angelica escape.
We both realized she was going to birth another cluster.
After what happened to her first...
I knew she would die before she let that happen again.
Why here?
Angelica heard me singing one day and asked where I'd learned.
And I told her about this church.
It was her idea to come here.
Why did Angelica work with BPO?
She was searching for her children.
What happened to them?
None of us fully realized how fast BPO was changing.
When I first started, it was very, very different.
Dr. El-Saadawi was a visionary.
I met her at Stanford.
And the work I did with her felt like something... sacred.
When she died, I hoped Professor Kolovi would continue what she began.
I don't know. Maybe he believed in her work once, but... not now.
Not since he met Dr. Milton Bailey Brandt.
That's the first name I knew him by.
When he came to the university,
he had research, data on the development of the sensorium frontal lobe
that we were all desperate for.
Of course, we all suspected how he came about this information,
but nobody wanted to ask.
But still, Brandt never would have solved the problems of the neural graft
without Angelica.
Neural graft?
It's mimics the connection of a cluster,
overriding the consciousness of one sensorium onto another.
Why?
I'm an academic.
Even when I heard you coming down the stairs,
I wasn't sure I would be able to go through with this.
But I know what happened in New York.
When I watched those poor, innocent people killed...
If it's within our power to keep something that terrible from happening...
shouldn't we?
Do you know what Angelica called Brandt?
Whispers.
She told me, the voice in your head that tells you to cut your wrists,
or to take a handful of pills, or to jump from a height...
that voice never shouts.
It only whispers.
Thank you.
He sleeps on blockers.
I couldn't reach him a few hours ago.
So you don't know for certain if he's in there?
No.
Every moment we stand here, he could wake.
She's right.
This is it.
Are you really ready to kill a man in cold blood?
Jonas?
Hello, Will.