[game host] Okay, let me ask you something.
[speaking Spanish]
- ['See-Line Woman" playing] - [people cheering]
[game host in English] Who's going to win the money?
Show me.
It's time for fun right now.
- Who's going to bingo? - [people cheering]
[game host] Okay, let's get started right now.
Here's the first ball and it's going to be
I-17, the Dancing Queen.
How many Dancing Queens do we have out there tonight?
[cheering]
[game host] All right.
This is going to be G-58,
- make them wait. - [sighs]
[song continues]
[turns off ignition]
This is going to be B-Four,
knock at the door.
B-Four,
knock at the door.
[in Spanish]
[Burke over phone in English] Is she there?
[man] Oh, yeah, she's here.
[Burke] And King's still inside?
[man] He sure is.
Like a little lamb.
I want the decks cleared, Cobb.
Both of them. Understood?
[Cobb] I'm going to watch, wait, and I'll report back, Burke.
[exhales]
[game host] And the next one could be your lucky ball.
It's going to be G-56,
was she worth it?
G-56, was she worth it?
N-41.
Okay.
Our next ball...
Unlucky to some, to me, it was always a fun one.
G-46, up to tricks.
- [women cheer] - [game host] Oh, there.
They've got lots of them over there.
[speaking Spanish]
[game host in English] N-Four-One...
N-41 says, time for fun.
N-41.
Hello, Ray King.
Anais.
Please, have a seat.
[game host continues indistinctly]
[sighs]
You have a job for me?
Yeah. Here, let me, um...
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 kill children.
[stutters] What?
[Anais] Turn your hearing aid up.
I do adults.
- I don't kill children. - Yeah, no, no, no.
They disappeared.
I was hired to find them...
by her father.
I just... I need you to help me.
I mean, you're really the only person who can.
You see, I'm semi-retired now
and I'm only taking cases that mean something to me.
What do you want, King?
Anais... [sighs]
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.
[indistinct conversation]
Okay, they're gonna come after me.
When they do, get out of here.
[song continues]
[door closes]
[grunting]
[pants]
- [gunshots] - [people clamoring]
- [people screaming] - [gunshots]
- [bangs on door]
- [all grunting] - [gun fires]
[gun firing]
[grunting]
[groans]
[both grunting]
[grunts]
[groaning]
Fuck me.
[mumbles indistinctly]
[people clamoring]
[people exclaiming]
[people screaming]
[shouts indistinctly]
Fuck!
[people screaming]
- [grunts] - [tires screeching]
[people clamoring]
[horns honking]
- [honking] - [tires screech]
[gunshot]
[song ends]
[phone ringing]
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.
[chair creaking]
[phone ringing]
This is Marybeth Medina.
Yep.
Wait, what? Repeat that.
Describe him, please.
[breath trembling]
No. Um...
I understand.
[officer] He didn't share what he was working on with you?
[Marybeth] No, uh, I knew he put up a P.l. shingle,
but we fell out of touch.
SO no money problems that you were aware of?
[Marybeth] No.
[solemn music playing]
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?
[officer] His cell phone.
You were his "In Case of Emergency" contact.
Well, why'd you ask if he was having money problems?
[man] What's the difference between dressy casual
and business casual?
[woman in automated voice over phone] Both mean
leave your cargo shorts and flip flops at home.
I don't own cargo shorts and I don't own flip flops.
[woman] 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. - Sefor Obregon wants to know
if we want payment in cash or artwork.
What art does he have?
[woman] A Rivera he says you admired.
[Christian] How much does he owe?
Two point four million.
- The Rivera of course. - Heavy sigh.
[Christian] What's the remainder of the receivables?
One point three five million.
[Christian] Layer the rest in the New Zealand accounts
and in France,
and the remainder in Harbor's endowment.
[woman] Under what name? Gauss, Babbage, or Carroll?
Nash. Anything else?
Don't wear your black suit.
It makes you look like a mortician.
[Help Yourself" by Tom Jones playing]
[woman over mic] Well, welcome
to the 13th Annual Boise Romance Festival.
- [men cheering] - Whoal!
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-shirts.
- [man] Ooh, a $25 value there. - [woman] Yeah.
[man] 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.
[woman] That same algorithm in 12 previous festivals
has resulted in...
- [both] 53 marriages! - [women cheering]
[man] All right, give it up for that.
Hell yeah! Whoo!
[man] Uh, now, no names were sent to you,
only the ID numbers and photos
ranked in order of connectivity.
[woman] No early online searches allowed.
[man] You'll each spend five minutes per date,
then unlimited time later in the day.
[woman] Oh, ooh, ladies,
- it's not a competition. - [man chuckles]
[woman chuckles] No. There's plenty of time
to get to your first date last.
[man] Hold your horses.
- [hosts chuckle] - [woman] Um...
Okay. Go ahead. Go on.
Go meet that special someone.
- Godspeed. Non-denominational. - Yes.
[microphone feedback]
- Hi. [chuckles] - [Christian] Hello.
Um, I'm Ann Renee... [chuckling]
...and I just love, love, love accountants.
Oh. Well, that's a coincidence.
- [Ann] Yeah. [laughs] Um... - [chuckles]
Do you believe in love at first sight?
That there's someone we're meant to be with?
A soulmate?
Oh, 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... - [Ann] Right.
- ...neurochemical process... - Okay.
...that takes place in the brain
- is up for debate. - Ooh. [chuckles]
Uh...
[softly] Have a good day.
[Christian] I scraped the data clusters
for the likeliest date-producing words.
- Wait, "date-producing words"? - [Christian] Yes.
For example, women claim to value commitment and stability,
but they swipe for dangerous and exciting.
Sexy bad boys.
Hi.
How are you?
[woman 1] Um, I'm doing really well.
- Lori. - Yeah. Lori.
Is that a nickname or short for anything?
- No, it's just Lori. - Onh.
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. - Hmm.
Do you spend a lot of time with your friends?
- No, not at all. No. - [woman 1] Oh.
I have no friends.
No friends.
Um...
Pets?
[Christian] / identified misleading profile photos
as a 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.
['Dream a Little Dream of Me" playing]
[laughing] Oh, my God!
[woman 2] / like camping a lot.
[Christian] So do I.
- Right. - Yeah, I thought I saw
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.
- Oh. - None of us
are living anywhere, permanently.
- This is just a husk. - Okay. Okay. Oh.
Eventually, this body will be a corpse.
- And the best part... - [woman 3] Hmm.
...Is you don't have to amend your tax return
for unclaimed depreciation,
which, I'm sure you know, it's 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 447?
Um, 45.
Well, I suppose anything's possible.
[groans] God!
I just mean mathematically.
You gamed the system?
I optimized my profile.
Whole wall covered top to bottom.
Yeah, 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.
[man] Yeah.
[woman sighs]
[door closes]
[woman] Busy little bee, wasn't he?
[exhales] Uh, what did you do with his stuff?
Oh, we didn't throw it away. [chuckles]
Couldn't rent it like that. All those nasty photos he had.
How long was he here?
[man] Two months.
Next payment was due yesterday.
[sighs] The rent, how much?
[indistinct conversation]
[somber music playing]
[blows]
[phone ringing]
[receptionist] Harbor Neuroscience Academy.
[over phone] Yeah, this is, uh, Deputy Director Medina,
U.S. Treasury Department.
Is there a...
Christian Wolff on staff?
I'm sorry, ma'am. No.
[Marybeth] Okay. Um...
How about a Carl Gauss?
[stutters] Or Charles Babbage?
Lewis Carroll? Lou, maybe?
[receptionist] This is Harbor Neuroscience Academy.
Yeah, I'm... I'm aware of that. Uh...
Do you have any employees, maybe,
female, British accent?
[receptionist] What's this in reference to?
About a former student whose father was in the military.
[receptionist] 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.
[Marybeth] I need to talk to the handler of The Accountant.
I know she's listening.
- And I know he listens to her. - [typing]
[receptionist] Excuse me?
My name is Marybeth Medina, I'm staring at a pile of
homicide photos, maps of Central America...
Mexico, pizza receipts and...
pretty sure I'm staring at a photo of her boss.
I need his help.
[receptionist] I'm hanging up now.
[Marybeth] Wait.
Ray King has been murdered.
[line disconnects]
[sighs]
[hopeful music playing]
[sighs]
[man whistling "Pop Goes the Weasel"]
Okay, let's see...
Ten, eight. Give you seven.
Ten, eight, and seven a pound?
A pound.
[fisherman] It's sushi-grade tuna.
[Burke] Oh, come on, it's not sushi-grade.
[fisherman] 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.
[scoffs]
- Dickie inside? - Dickie's inside.
He'll give you your money like last week
and the week before, you fucker.
- [fisherman] Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Tony, come on.
[door closes]
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 above ground.
Problem solved.
By your own logic, if she wanted to kill you,
she would have.
Relax, boss.
She don't remember you.
Yet.
[Cobb] What the fuck does that mean?
[Burke] 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,
- Twenty miles out to sea. - [man grunts]
[Burke] No Los Angeles port.
- Just... - [exclaims]
- [screaming] - [grunts]
[women whimpering]
[Cobb] And she didn't recognize you?
[Burke] No.
But one day, she'll remember who I am and what I did.
And my whole world turns to shit.
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 chainsaw
waiting for me.
All right.
[door opens, closes]
[tires squeal]
[man clears throat]
[gasps]
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 mob accountants.
Your clients are drug cartels,
money launderers, third world warlords.
Is that a yes?
[voice shaking] I saw video of you killing 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 killed.
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.
[Christian sighs]
Dimitry Yoshenko,
throat slit in a Moscow hotel.
Moshe Yeutz, car bomb, Jerusalem.
We haven't ID'd the rest. [sighs]
Armando Reyes, Mexico City.
Ozan Unal, Istanbul.
Santino Sanvieri, Naples.
Must have been quite the fall.
The fall didn't kill him.
It was the abrupt stop.
It's a joke.
[Marybeth clears throat]
Why are you helping me?
Because you asked me.
[somber music playing]
[utensils clanking]
[sighs]
[sniffles]
[praying in Spanish]
- [glass shatters] - [grunts]
[dog barks distantly]
[Marybeth in English] Okay, so... [sighs]
...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?
[scats]
What are you doing?
Waiting.
For?
Well, for you to finish.
Finish what?
I don't know.
[stutters] Whatever it is that, um...
that you're in the process of doing.
So you can...
Do what I need to do.
[sighs]
[snores]
[breathes deeply, clears throat]
[clears throat louder]
[grunts softly]
You might seek medical attention for the snoring problem.
Coffee?
[grunts] Um...
I don't snore, so...
Hmm...
[exhaling]
[sighs]
Nothing is 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.
[sighs] Okay.
How do we know that?
His tattoo, Barrio 18,
Izalco Prison, El Salvador. They're at war with MS-13.
When they reached the border of Mexico, they boarded this train.
[Marybeth stutters] 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 have typically headed to one of three areas
to cross into Texas in 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. - [Marybeth stutters]
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.
It'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 have 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
show 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?
[man] 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 pistol-whipped and robbed.
No, I don't remember any Edith.
Sorry. I can't help you.
Jeanette, what do you got?
- Looks great. Thanks. - Mmm-hmm.
Why would an employee not take all the exemptions she's eligible for?
Because she's dumb?
Because she doesn't look like you?
Neither one.
[Sudio] I don't see people as legal or illegal.
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?
[chuckles]
You've got my tax reports, huh?
[chuckling] 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 mill.
You claimed 41.9 million.
Keep readin', EF Hutton.
A million in charitable contributions
- to homeless shelters. - Let's go.
Setting aside the amateur nature of this preparation,
considering you could have deducted
considerably more from your taxable income,
what is the most frequently ordered size of pizza?
Large, 90 percent.
Large pizza is 17 dollars and 35 cents,
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. Impossible. - Yeah.
You're fraudulently claiming more income than you're receiving
in order to conceal the income from another source. What is it?
You fucking rodent!
[Marybeth] Now, wait just a second.
I take time out of my busy day to answer your silly-ass questions
and you got the balls to accuse me of money laundering?
- [screaming] - Chris!
[men grunting]
Oh, fuck!
[groans]
[grunts, screams]
You're laundering money.
- Where is it coming from? - [Sudio] Let go of my arm!
[Marybeth] Federal agents. Stay back. Everything's fine.
You're washing money. Tell me where it's coming from
or I will dislocate your shoulder.
- [Sudio] Oh, fuck off... - It's quite painful.
- ...you motherfucker. - Chris, that's enough.
- [bones crack] - [screaming]
I told you.
Fuck! I don't traffic those girls.
[stutters] I swear to God, I get a call.
I get a call, the cash comes in.
I know where they use
- a motel or two. - From who? Who's them?
- [Sudio] A suite. - [Christian] Who is them?
[groans] I don't know! Ask one of the girls!
- [Christian] What motel? - [grunting]
- What motel? - City Center, Downtown.
- Who's your contact? - [straining] Please, no!
- Who's your contact? - Please! [screams]
- Who's your contact? - Tomas!
[grunting]
We should go. [panting]
[Sudio coughing]
[Marybeth] 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 torture people.
You didn't.
[scoffs]
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.
[Christian sighs]
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.
["Travelin' Blues" by Devon Gilfillian playing]
[speaking German]
[man in English] Hello.
[softly] Hi.
Hi.
[louder] Hi.
Hi.
Hello. [chuckles]
Hi... Hey, Margaret, it's...
Margaret! [stuttering]
Hey!
Fucking, come on!
Hi, Margaret, it's Braxton.
Hello, hi.
[mumbles indistinctly]
[in deep voice] Hello, Margaret, it's...
[in normal voice] Fucking, fucking, stop. Okay. Hello.
Hello.
Margaret, it's Braxton, I was just...
God, motherfucker!
Motherfucker! Just fucking do it!
Fucking do it!
You fucking do it!
You fucking pussy.
Hi. Hi, Margaret. Hey, Margaret, it's... [stutters]
Fuck, man. What are you so fucking scared of, man?
So, what are we even talking about here?
We're talking about two weeks.
[mumbles indistinctly]
It's 14...
Fourteen days, Margaret, in the life... [stuttering]
In his life.
You even know what his name is?
It's Greg. [grunts]
He... He's my Greg.
He's... He is mine.
Of course, he's going to sleep with me. Of course.
- [line ringing] - You want a bottle?
[sighs]
[stuttering] I'll give him a bottle.
I'll give him a bottle. A bottle.
I can connect with...
[sighs] - [line ringing]
Come on. [sighs]
Margaret, it's Braxton.
[Margaret through phone] Yeah, calling again.
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... [blows raspberry]
You made that abundantly clear, Margaret.
No, and I'm fully aware it's only been six,
but, you know, a corgi
is an enormously smart dog, Margaret, it...
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...
[Margaret speaking indistinctly]
[stuttering] Well, no, but that's where
the bottle feeding component comes in.
[Margaret] I've been a dog breeder for 30 years and I have
- never, never come across... - [sighs]
...Someone as immature and selfish...
- [continues indistinctly] - Okay. Ugh, Jesus.
All right. Yeah, you really don't...
You're yelling at me, Margaret. Yeah...
[sighs]
Yeah. Okay. [chuckles]
Yep. See... See you in two weeks.
Yep. Perfect. Bye-bye.
[sighs]
[shouts] Fuck you!
Fuck you, Margaret! You fucking bitch!
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?
Like to read? Maybe...
You garden?
- Film. - Movies?
Eh... You got a favorite?
Uh...
[speaking German]
[in English] Wizard of Oz?
Oz? [chuckles]
Want to hear a little Oz fun fact?
The little dog, Toto? Yeah.
Its real name was Terry. Terry the dog.
Terry the dog made a 125 bucks a week on Oz.
You know what the little people made?
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.
I bet they sat around with their little people friends,
looking at Terry saying, "This motherfucker!" 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?"
[phone vibrating]
What do you want?
Braxton? Hi. Hello. It's me, Chris.
- Your brother. - l know it's you.
You can't tell from the tone of my voice that I know it's you?
[Christian] Oh, yeah, well, you sound hostile.
What do you want?
- I need your help. - Ah! Goodbye.
- [line disconnects] - Braxton?
- [phone vibrating] - [scoffs]
Fucking unbelievable! Unbelievable! You just...
Motherfucker! [sighs]
[chuckling] Jesus Christ!
The fuck. 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?
[Braxton] Yes. You're goddamn right, I'm angry.
I'm angry because year after year,
- I call. - [sighs]
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 shoot the shit?
"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 is November 11.
Ah, you dum-dum, I know it's not my fucking birthday.
That's not the fucking point of what I'm...
[sighs] What do you want?
Can you be in Los Angeles, California, in 24 hours?
Braxton? Hello?
[line disconnects]
Braxton?
[mouthing]
[sighs]
[woman] 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 any idea
that I would do something to hurt you?
Why would you say that to me?
I'm sorry.
[scoffs]
Yeah, well, 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 shit, it's not like it's so fucking confusing
what I'm saying to you.
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... Um...
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.
Hmm. Well...
Look, 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?
[car approaching]
Oh. That's him.
- [car door closes] - Hello, Braxton.
Well, this is pretty.
Who are you?
I am Marybeth Medina.
Deputy Director of Financial Crimes Enforcement.
[Christian grunts] Hmm.
A fed.
You suffer a stroke?
You're upset.
[Marybeth] 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... - [sighs]
Braxton, thank you for coming. I'm really glad you're here.
She tell you to say that?
Yeah.
Gotta squirt.
Well, just... Braxton.
Should we go over the plan again?
What are you doing? Can I just take a piss, yeah?
[Christian] Okay, and then we'll talk about the plan.
[door opens, chimes]
- You care what they look like? - Nah.
How many?
I'll send them up.
Appreciate it.
All righty. [sighs]
[door opens, chimes]
[women speaking Spanish indistinctly]
[Braxton in English] My time's money, right?
Yes, I've heard that.
I'll send you an invoice.
[smacks lips] Okay, fair.
Let's 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.
[imitates Christian] "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. - [knocking at door]
[sighs, in normal voice] All right, go...
Just go stand over there, all right?
Don't be scary.
Let me do the talking.
Ladies.
- lwoman] Hola, papi. - [Braxton] Hola.
[in English] Make yourself at home.
- [woman 2] Hola. - [Braxton chuckles]
- [woman 3] Hola. - [in English] Hello.
[door closes]
You must be the wild one, huh?
Uh...
As long as you don't rearrange the furniture, he's a-okay.
Let's just, uh... Okay.
Let's just get this over with now, yeah?
- Here you go. - [women speaking Spanish]
- [chuckles] - [Braxton] De nada, de nada.
[in English] Thank you, ladies.
You know, me and my friend here,
we were, uh, we were just talking.
Just maybe you can 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... [chuckles] 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
in 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?
[speaking Spanish]
[in English] His name is Tomas.
Braxton, remember? Tomas.
Vamonos, 0k?
- [in English] What? - [women continue in Spanish]
- [Christian in English] What? - No, no, no, no, no.
[shushes] It's okay. It's okay.
[speaking Spanish]
[in English] Juarez is none of your business.
Vamonos.
[solemn music playing]
[in English] That's your money, you take it.
[woman sniffles] Vamonos.
[in English] Thank you, ladies.
[door opens]
[door closes]
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.
[sighs]
I'm risking my life.
- Really? - Onh.
There we go.
Tomas is real mean.
Understood.
And you're gonna hurt him?
Would you...
Would you like us to?
[whispers] Please.
Okay.
[sniffling]
[breath shuddering]
- [dialing phone] - [woman sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[speaking Spanish]
[sighs]
[in English] They won't let us leave.
[speaking Spanish]
[in English] Okay. Gracias.
[in English] Room 235.
[sighs] Okay.
Uh, look like?
Accountants.
Uh...
[speaking Spanish]
[in English] Okay, boss, bye.
Thank you.
I don't have kids.
[door closes]
[line ringing]
[over phone] Sorkis.
Hey, it's Marybeth. What do you got for me?
[Sorkis] Traffic cam footage.
Sharing my screens with you now.
Only two camera angles in that area.
King enters.
- He's inside 45 minutes. - [typing]
Figure gunshots here.
The place stampedes.
Nothing.
The shooter could be anybody.
King exits 90 seconds later.
Um, any luck calling Emiliano Gonzalez?
The guy on Ray's client list?
[Sorkis] Edith's father.
Yes and no.
[phone vibrating]
Gonzalez residence.
[Sorkis over phone] Is Emiliano Gonzalez there?
[melancholy music playing]
Yes and no.
[Sorkis] Mr. Gonzalez had reported his daughter
and young family missing...
Seven years ago.
- What happened to him? - [typing]
[Sorkis] Cartels kidnap migrants for ransom
or for sale to traffickers.
[Marybeth] And if they can't ransom or sell?
[Sorkis] You get this.
[Marybeth] Gino Sanchez.
I got to call you back.
You got my fucking bitches, asshole.
Full disclosure, assholes.
- Mariella. [whistles] - Just a minute.
She's just in the back getting freshened up.
Mariella. [whistles]
Hey, come on, man. We got Wi-Fi and everything.
- Come onin. No? - Mariella.
[grunts]
- [car alarm blaring] - [Tomas groans]
[grunts]
I guess I hit him harder than I thought.
- He's alive. - Yeah.
Get my shit.
[Marybeth] Have you lost your fucking mind?
What are we kidnappers now?
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 killed Ray King.
Do you want to know what he knows or not?
[stutters] If the cops stop me,
if they search the trunk, what then, genius?
[line ringing]
[woman in automated voice over phone] Hello, Dreamboat.
- Do you have my location? - [woman] 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. - lwoman] Anything else?
I need to know who Ray King was meeting with.
Okay?
Pretty good, no?
[scoffs]
Okay.
Go eat something or...
- [Christian] Taco Bell. - [Braxton] There we go.
[Justine in automated voice] 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.
[Marybeth] 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 going to do that exactly?
If you just take out his eye, right, you show it to him,
and then you just say you're going to 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.
[Justine over laptop] Secure link is active. Good morning.
Just trying to help the process.
I've warmed up the orchestra.
We are looking for your person now.
Finding footage from the day of the incident.
Isolating street cameras.
[Marybeth] Look, my guy at Homeland,
he has a doctorate in computer science from Caltech.
- Oh. - [Marybeth] 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.
[Justine] 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 gunfire.
Aidan, what's happening in the back?
[typing]
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.
[Justine] 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.
[Marybeth] 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, find likely passwords,
hack into the phone and email the selfie.
Yeah. Okay, sure.
[Justine] Heavy sigh.
Would you like to bring the normie up to speed, Chris?
That's what I would do.
[Justine] Run facial scan for I.D., please.
- I got it. - I got it.
[Justine] Chris. Lane and Charles are going
head to head for this one.
Hello, Pam. Let's get to know each other.
[chuckles]
[Justine] lowa, 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.
[Christian] They are 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.
[Justine] There are more of us than you think,
Deputy Director Medina.
Skye, we need the password to the Smart Home Network.
[typing]
[reporter on TV] Good morning, lowa.
[Justine] Good morning, Pam.
Let's not let Pam get comfortable.
This isn't right.
[TV playing indistinctly]
[Justine] Lane. Get her out of that chair.
And let's go find that photo.
[whirring]
Miles, have that page ready when she comes back.
Charles. Get into her photo library.
[stutters] We can't do this.
Tell her to stop.
[Justine] Chris, please explain to the normie
we need to finish what we've started.
Red light.
Aidan, your turn.
- [doorbell rings] - [dog barks]
[Justine] Green light.
- [keyboard clacking] - [digital beeping]
Tell her to stop.
[Justine] Here she comes. Red light.
Lane, let the neighbors hear that TV.
[TV volume increasing]
- All in the butter. - Yeah, all that butter.
- All that butter. - And a little bit of salt.
Tell her to stop now.
Chris. Enough. Stop.
Tell her to stop.
Stop this now!
[Justine] Uh-uh-uh.
Here's her selfie. Aidan, email photo.
- You can actually taste the sweetness. - Oh, yeah.
I love that.
That, my friend, is an lowan response.
[Justine] Skye, get us out.
[computer chimes]
[Justine] Miles, enhance, please.
[suspenseful music playing]
Running Interpol facial recognition.
[Justine] It looks like she was the last person
to speak to Ray.
But she doesn't want to be found.
Goodbye, Dreamboat.
[Braxton sighs]
[exhales]
[sighs]
Why would Ray meet with someone
who killed all these people to find a mother and child?
Uh, she didn't kill all those people. I'm just...
[Christian clears throat]
I'm just saying she definitely didn't kill that one or...
that one right there. So...
How do you know that?
Uh...
I'm just kind of throwing it out there, that's all, you know.
[Christian clears throat]
[Braxton] Just a hunch.
Educated guess?
That's all it is, really.
[Christian] He has no way of knowing that.
[Braxton] Yeah, just...
- [Christian] It's hypothetical. - [Braxton] True.
- [Christian] Stop talking. - [Braxton] Okay.
[Christian clears throat]
- Regardless... - Oh, fuck, no.
Ah...
Do you... Do you often confess to capital murder?
I actually didn't say anything, if you think about it.
I literally made a gesture. I guess that bothered her.
[Marybeth] 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 killed, were likely very unsavory characters.
It doesn't fucking matter if they're unsavory.
We don't get to decide who lives and who dies.
- Apparently I do. - [Christian] Braxton.
The law is what separates us from people like him.
It's been a pleasure and an honor.
I hope we get to work with each other again.
Uh, you take care and stay safe.
- [thudding in trunk] - [tires squeal]
- [Tomas speaking Spanish] - [in English] Fuck.
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?
[scoffs]
I'm going to the state's attorney general.
[Braxton] Sure am glad it's not my car.
You know what? I made a mistake calling you.
Okay? I'm going to 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.
[children chattering]
[somber music playing]
[lawyer] Miss Guttierez, 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...
- [mumbles indistinctly] - ...when I offered the same
- plea deal to his client. - [sighs]
I do not know Mr. Sudio.
Looks like your client does.
[Guttierez] 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.
[Marybeth] Now, this is just a hunch.
I'm guessing lke was more important than a pimp.
What do you think they'll do to you?
Okay, we're done here. [clears throat]
I should note Mr. Sudio's attorney is missing.
[scoffing] Yeah. [breathes deeply]
In or out?
Ike washed the fucking money, man.
[Guttierez] Money made from human trafficking?
[Tomas] 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 kill floors,
any job an American won't fucking do and a machine can't.
Recognize him?
[clicks tongue] No.
[Marybeth] This was taken eight years ago.
Oh, yeah.
Bitch'd 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 or five years ago.
- [Marybeth] So she's dead? - [Tomas] No.
Heard she went through the windshield, though.
Too secondhand for us.
- What hospital? - Fuck 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'll get immunity
in exchange for your testimony.
[sighs]
- [Guttierez] Last chance. - [smacks lips]
[lawyer scoffs]
Give me the fucking pen.
[sighs]
- [grunts] - Fuck!
- Get down! [grunts] - [grunts]
[gunshot echoes]
[Justine over phone] Eighteen reported accidents
within the garage in the last five years,
none serious, none on that level.
What street did the garage exit out to?
[Justine] Alvarado. 32 accidents
within a mile radius, three with serious bodily injuries.
Did any of those involve a vehicle exiting a garage?
- [Justine] One. - [Christian] Injuries?
- [Justine] One. Critical. - [typing]
An unidentified woman. Sole occupant.
[Christian] Hospital?
[Justine] University Medical Center.
- Vehicle? - Ugh.
- [Justine] Toyota Camry. - Color?
- [typing] - [Justine] Blue.
Explore the Medical Center's patient files. Thank you.
[sighs]
"lI don't have kids."
- Thank God for that. - What?
What?
The woman at the hotel, she said, "l 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, 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 lunchbox.
It's quite comfortable.
And 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.
[imitating Pop] "Seven T-shirts,
seven pairs of underwear and socks is all I need."
[in normal voice] A grown man wearing a Timex.
He was fucking pathetic.
Look at that. You see that?
Yes.
It's worth more than he made in a year.
What do you think he'd say about this?
He'd say it's the same time
- on his watch. - [chuckles softly]
He probably would, wouldn't he?
Are you happy, Braxton?
- Am I happy? - Yes.
[chuckles]
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?
[chuckles] You ever thought about why I'm alone, Chris?
Because you're abrasive or selfish, or...
Well, you swear too often.
Dude, I'm alone because 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 travel the world, I stay at five-star hotels,
I do what I want when I want it.
Have gun, will travel, motherfucker.
I mean, yeah. Shit yeah, I'm happy.
I'm fucking happy. You bet your ass I'm happy.
I'd like to have someone check in on.
- Yeah? - Yes.
Well, get a dog.
- Do you have a dog? - I'm getting a dog.
Look at this.
[tapping on phone]
Yeah.
- That's Greg. - Unconvincing.
What do you mean, "unconvincing"?
That's Greg. I'm getting this dog.
No, you like the idea of a dog.
Anybody who has a dog likes the idea of gettin' 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 or 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. [sighs]
[sighs]
Chris, is it because of you or because of me?
- What? - That you, like...
- What? - [stutters]
- I don't understand. - You don't...
You just, like, don't, like...
Like, miss me. Like, is that because 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.
[breath shuddering]
I guess what I'm asking you, man, is like...
Do you not miss me because of me ors it...
Is it because of your, like...
- My what? - Your...
You know, your... your condition.
I'm just me.
What are you doing?
I'm applying sunscreen to my lower extremities.
This is 100 SPF.
I had more than four sunburns in my childhood.
And 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.
- [bottle clatters] - [laughing]
You know I don't like that.
That's not funny, Braxton. I like things...
- Ah, it's so funny. - l 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. - [sighs]
Let's go get drunk.
Okay.
[man] ♪ "Son, You surely got it made... ♪
♪ Old Hank made it here... ♪
♪ 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 honky-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. - [indistinct conversation]
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.
[Braxton] 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...
- [Christian] Well... - [Braxton] Well, what?
- What? - Um...
- [woman] Hey, now. - Hello.
The band's looking for requests.
Is there a song you like, handsome?
Nah. I guess I'm good with, like, Alan Jackson.
Something like that.
Tell him that'll, uh, that'll do me just fine, sweetheart.
[chuckles] Okay, slow down, Night Moves.
- [chuckles] - [woman] 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.
Ugh.
Second favorite.
Uh... In this context, yes. Um...
Metallica, "Enter Sandman".
[chuckles] I don't think that's in their wheelhouse.
Ah...
Maybe you should ask someone more familiar
with the band's capabilities.
Oh. Okay.
- No. - l...
- No. - What?
What are you doing? You were right there.
Why did you go down like that?
You were going up! It was working.
What was I supposed to say? I...
What do you mean, "What was I supposed to say?"
Just say, "You pick," you know? Say, like, "Pick something..."
But she asked me what my favorite song was.
Dude, she wasn't asking you anything.
That's why I answered her. Yes, she did.
She came over because she liked you.
She asked me, "What about you?" "You choose."
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.
I mean, how do you not see what she was...
Doesn't just... It doesn't...
My brain doesn't work that way, Braxton.
[people cheering]
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
- and it was just... - Yes.
- ["Copperhead Road" playing] - [Braxton] you made her smile.
I mean, I don't know what the first thing
you said, but the Metallica thing,
that... it was funny, you know.
It could've been perceived as,
I don't know, cute or something like that,
but it definitely made her smile.
I mean, I think maybe you don't give yourself enough credit.
I mean, you just, like, sort of...
What are you gonna do, man? [stutters]
You going to piss? Where you going?
[people cheering]
[man] ♪ He only come 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, 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 ♪
[Angie] You got it. Ready?
Yeah, there you go.
Hey.
Get the fuck out.
♪ Now, Daddy ran the whiskey In a big-block Dodge ♪
Hey!
♪ Bought it at an auction At the Mason's Lodge ♪
♪ "Johnson County Sheriff" Painted on the side ♪
♪ He just shot a coat of primer Then he looked inside ♪
♪ Well, him and my uncle Tore that engine down ♪
♪ But 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 was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load ♪
♪ You could smell the whiskey Burnin' down Copperhead Road ♪
Let's go.
[people cheering]
[Christian] Ha. Uh...
[song continues]
[laughing]
[laughs]
Hey, you see that? That's my brother.
That's my big brother up there.
♪ Copperhead Road ♪
[laughs]
[grunts]
Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.
- I'm sorry. - [Angie cheers]
[pants]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
[all cheering]
[both laugh]
- Thank you. - [Angie] And so he dances.
[Christian] Well...
Well, I'll be dipped in dog shit.
- 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... - [Angie chuckles]
It wasn't a compliment, hoss.
Jerry, don't start.
- Hmm. Hey. - [Angie] Hey.
- Eyes forward, son. - Whoa. Well, that's not kind.
[Jerry] Yeah, I don't think you heard me.
Look at me when I'm fucking talking to you.
- [Angie] Hey. - Hey. Hey, come on.
[Jerry] 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.
[Jerry] Well, your brother can get it too.
[Christian] Oh, good.
Your face is like an anus.
Swing at me, Jerry. Oh, no.
Khaki pants here wants to scrap.
- Oh, goodness gracious. - [Angie] Jerry.
- Fucking hit him. - [Angie] Hey.
- Here, hold this. - [man] Get him, Ger.
- Buckle up, motherfucker. - [Christian] I'm prepared.
[Jerry] Buckle up, motherfucker.
- [Angie] Hey. Stop. Jerry. - [Christian] Guess we'll see...
- [Jerry] Come on, now. - [man] Go, Jerry!
[grunts]
[both grunting]
- [car approaching] - [Braxton cheers]
Goddamn!
Is there anything in this world better than punching a motherfucker in the face
who's got it coming? Huh?
- Well... - Huh? What? No.
- Yes. - Shut the front door!
- You! Hey! - Yes. Hal
Hey!
- I'm very smooth. - You!
You! Look at you!
I'm sorry, it was 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'd really appreciate it. - 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."
[melancholy music playing]
Here we go.
Jane Doe, 636.
Five years ago, a skull fracture,
jaw, ribs, left arm broken,
and extensive facial injuries as a result
- of an auto accident. - [muffled speaking]
- [whispering indistinctly] - [doctor] And delirious.
In and out of consciousness when she arrived.
Said something about being attacked by somebody.
And 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.
[Marybeth] That's three days later?
Acquired Savant Syndrome.
So rare, some neurologists doubt it exists.
But you don't.
[screams]
[doctor] Victims of blunt force trauma can,
on extremely rare occasions,
exhibit extraordinary outcomes.
- [crying] - [man grunting]
[doctor] A woman who's never played piano
fractures her skull in the 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. - [keyboard clacks]
The brain injury Jane suffered lit up her frontal and parietal cortex.
[Jane] Checkmate.
[doctor] Those areas responsible for pattern recognition,
problem solving, critical thinking,
the same areas of the brain chess masters rely on.
The caveat is their abilities start and stop with chess.
In Jane Doe, they didn't.
[screaming]
[banging on window]
[doctor] 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... - [glass shattering]
...the trauma that rewired her brain
also unplugged any unnecessary neural networks.
- [Marybeth] 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...
[keyboard clacks]
...wasn't the same person who left.
- [shudders] - [keyboard clacks]
[doctor] Over the following months, she became increasingly isolated,
- aggressive. - [grunts]
[doctor] Until one night,
she beat a security guard unconscious.
Took his gun...
and disappeared.
[exhales, stutters] You said her memory was all but erased.
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?
[whistling "Pop Goes the Weasel")
- [keyboard clacks] - "Pop Goes the Weasel"?
So, should we order in some dinner?
Discuss the grant? Next steps?
[Marybeth] Uh, the applications are, um, in my car.
I'll be right back.
[suspenseful music playing]
[man over phone] You're asking me to divulge the identity of a woman
who may or may not be under my employment.
[sighs] I know she works for us, Batu.
[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.
[Batu] Talk to her?
Why?
Uh, it's... It's a family thing.
[Batu] Don't tell me.
The one man l'd terminate
for free minus one very inconvenient fact.
- l know. He's my brother. - [Batu] No.
- [inhales sharply] - He might kill all my Killers.
- [scoffs] - [door opens]
I'm going to bed.
[Batu] Braxton, tell me that engine of destruction
isn't with you now.
No, sir, he is not.
[Batu] Because the last time you had a family thing, it nearly ruined me.
That makes two of us.
[Batu] Since you're in Los Angeles...
Yeah?
We have a new client whose in-house hitter
isn't getting the job done.
I'm sending a photo now.
Instructions to follow
- only if we engage. - [cell phone chimes]
I will let you know soon if I need your services.
- [line disconnects] - [sighs]
[Marybeth sighs]
[door closes, locks]
[exhaling]
[Christian] Juarez.
"Juarez." Why "Juarez"?
"lI don't have kids."
[mumbles indistinctly]
Why didn't Edith Sanchez call the father?
Negative consequence.
Is her father a danger?
A school.
[melancholy music playing]
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.
[cell phone chimes]
[sighs]
[Justine over phone] Medina's at the Airbnb.
[Christian] Call her, then the police.
[Justine] Is that wise?
You're an escaped convict from a federal penitentiary.
[Christian] Anything else?
[Justine] We found Edith Sanchez.
Ray King wasn't murdered because he was looking for Edith.
He was murdered because he found her.
[Christian] 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 Juarez.
[Justine] Okay, Chris, understood.
- [breathes deeply] - [typing]
[cell phone ringing]
[Marybeth] Hello?
[Justine over phone] Someone's coming to kill you.
Marybeth?
Hello?
- Hello? - Drop it.
Drop it.
[gun clatters]
Turn around.
I'm a federal agent. Big mistake.
Only if your name is not Marybeth Medina.
[somber music playing]
Hands.
Down on your knees. Now.
[both grunting]
[groans]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[panting]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[pants, yells]
[both grunting]
[straining]
[groaning]
[Anais grunts]
[Marybeth cries]
- [gasps] - [grunts]
- [body thuds] - [panting]
[Marybeth groaning, gasping]
[breathing heavily]
["Pop Goes the Weasel" whistle playing]
[people clamoring, screaming]
[boy crying]
[screaming]
[Edith speaking Spanish]
[woman crying]
[Tomas speaking Spanish]
[whirring]
[speaking Spanish]
[melancholy music playing]
[whistling "Pop Goes the Weasel")
[men yelling]
[Edith screaming]
[cries]
[screaming]
You're Edith Sanchez.
Not anymore.
I think your child is a prisoner in a compound in Juarez.
[Marybeth gasping]
[sirens wailing]
It's okay. But I need to put pressure on this.
- [choking] - [sirens approaching]
Help is coming.
No, no, I paid you to kill her,
not to try and kill her.
[Batu over phone] 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. - [line disconnects]
[phone clatters]
Go to Juarez.
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.
[Braxton] You show up in Juarez and then what?
How you even gonna find these kids?
Not your concern. You can leave.
Ugh. Chrissake, 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.
- Uh... - [door closes]
[sighs]
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 shit. All this is about
is about the goddamn kid in the picture, right?
You think he's like you.
- Yes. He's alone in Juarez. - Oh, my God.
- Do you even care? - 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're just upset...
Goddamn 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 fucking time we move, we go to a new town,
then you show up with your fits.
You're rocking this stupid "Solomon Grundy" bullshit.
I don't do that anymore, Braxton.
Then I got to beat somebody's ass because they put their hands on you.
No! You like to fight!
Oh, that ain't the goddamn point!
The point is I always get...
- Goodbye. - ...your fucking back, Chris!
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 goddamn brother."
What are you doing? Goddamn it!
What, you just gonna leave? Fuck. You know what?
You want to go to Juarez? Hey, let's go to Juarez.
Good for you! Let's go get our asses shot off.
[hopeful music playing]
[alert beeping]
My drone's not responding.
I lost the feed.
- [keyboard clacking] - [bell dinging]
[Cobb] Load 'em up, load 'em up.
All the way to the back. Fill it up. Vamonos.
[children and men speaking Spanish]
[Cobb in English] Field trip! Follow them. Get on the bus.
Get 'em on.
Let's go! Everybody out!
Field trip! Get 'em on the bus!
[line ringing]
You found it?
[Justine over phone] We found it.
[Christian] How far?
- [Justine] 711 minutes. - [Christian] Okay.
We'll wait till dark, and then we'll go in.
- Can you kill the lights? - [Justine] Yes.
- But it won't matter. - Why not?
[Justine] The children will be dead before it's dark.
[breathing heavily]
[somber music playing]
[breathing heavily]
- [exhales] Braxton. - Yeah.
[clears throat] Thank you.
[Cobb] Get 'em all out!
Hey, all the kids on the bus! Field trip!
[children and men speaking Spanish]
[Cobb in English] Get 'em all out! Let's go!
[shouts in Spanish]
[screaming, grunting]
[children scream]
[man shouting in Spanish]
[grunts]
[children clamoring]
[in English] Hey! Move on them!
Hold it down! I'll be right back!
[grunts]
[groans]
[men shouting] jVamos! jVamos!
[car crashing]
[in English] Where you at, kid?
Where the fuck are you?
[gunfire]
[men speaking Spanish]
[men grunting]
[man] Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Cobb in English] Hey, kid, where you at?
What are you doing? What the fuck do you think you're doing?
You trying to get me killed? Get up!
We're moving! Come on!
This way! This way! Go!
[gunfire]
[man speaking Spanish]
[in English] Fire back! Get down, you dumb motherfucker!
- Start the bus! - [speaking Spanish]
[Cobb in English] Go!
[men shouting] jMierda!
[grunts, cries]
[men grunting]
- [gunfire] - [shouts in Spanish]
- [grunts] - [grenade ricochets]
[in English] Fire! Chris, go, go!
[grunts]
[man speaking Spanish]
[groans]
[both grunt]
[gunfire continues]
[mouthing]
[men shouting in Spanish]
[in English] Move, move, move, move, move! Move.
[children whimpering]
[grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
- [gun firing] - [children screaming]
[groaning]
[gunfire]
[exhales]
[breathing heavily]
- You're hit? - [Braxton] I'm good.
Hey, hey, hey. I'm good. Go.
I'm fine. Go. I'm fine.
- Hey, stop! - You're hit.
Finish the fucking job!
I got these motherfuckers! Just go!
Go, Chris! Go get to those kids! Go!
[car departing]
[breathing heavily]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[grunts]
[screams]
[both grunting]
[speaking Spanish]
[Braxton pants]
- [in English] Now, wait. - [speaking Spanish]
[panting]
- [laughs] - [car approaching]
[grunts]
[exhales]
[in English] Let's go.
[foreboding music playing]
[groans]
[grunting]
I need to seal it.
...help them off the bus.
[men speaking Spanish]
[Cobb in English] Get off the bus. Let's get this over with.
Come on! Move!
Andale!
[Cobb in English] Get in the fucking hole!
Get in the hole now! Hurry up!
Move! Move!
Follow the person in front of you. Go!
[men] Andale!
[in English] Hurry up!
[grunts]
[men grunting]
You again! You again?
Get up.
Whoa, whoa, whoal
Hey! Back up! Back the fuck up!
[Christian] "Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday."
[Cobb] Hey, I got a heavy finger.
"Christened on Tuesday."
- I'm not the guy you want. - "Married on Wednesday."
- Burke is the guy you want. - "Sick on Thursday."
Listen to me, man.
"Worse on Friday. Died on Saturday."
- [loudly] Listen to me. - "Buried on Sunday."
- Burke is the guy... - [gunshot]
[shudders]
"That was the end of Solomon Grundy."
Alberto Sanchez?
[breath trembling]
It's okay.
[speaking Spanish]
[children crying]
[melancholy music playing]
[in English] You're safe.
It's okay.
[speaking Spanish]
Mm-hmm. [chuckles]
[in English, stutters] Let's go, yeah?
Vamonos.
[in English] It's okay.
Don't look at him. Just go over to the bus, yeah?
Let's go. It's okay.
[hopeful music playing]
Who's that?
- Hey, Chris, stop the bus. - What?
- Stop the bus, man. Just... - [brakes screech]
Open the door.
Open the door, ding dong.
Hello. [clicks tongue]
Hi.
Come here.
Hey.
[chuckles]
Hi, who are you?
Hi.
[chuckles]
Chris.
- [purrs] - She likes me, man.
Hmm.
You wanna... You wanna come home with me?
Chris.
[chuckling] Hey.
Hey.
Look at her.
Yeah, are you gonna be mine?
- As I suspected. - [Braxton chuckles]
What do you think, man? What should I call her?
- Huh? - That's a...
That's a male... [clears throat] ...cat.
[laughs]
[cell phone ringing]
[Batu speaking Russian]
[Justine over phone in English] Batu Donetsk,
owner of the largest kill squad in Europe.
I'm sorry, you have me confused with someone else.
[Justine] 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?
[Batu] What can I do for you?
[Justine] Terminate the contract on Marybeth Medina.
[Batu] Why would I do that?
[Justine] Let me tell you a story.
[waitress speaking Korean]
[speaking Korean]
[cell phone ringing]
[in English] Speak.
[Justine over phone] Guanacaste province,
Costa Rica.
Write it down.
[Burke] How about you do your fucking job
and stick to the contract?
You said the contract would stay in place
until that Treasury bitch was dead.
[Batu over phone] Or until you expired. Correct?
Well, I am very much alive.
- Consider it done. - [Burke] Good.
When?
Momentarily, sir.
Goodbye.
[line disconnects]
[sighs]
[shower running]
[whistling "Pop Goes the Weasel")
[whistling continues]
What...
[breathing heavily]
[melancholy music playing]
Thanks.
Gentlemen, how are you?
Nice to see you.
Deputy Director. You doing okay?
Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good.
Thanks so much.
Director.
[chuckles softly]
[line ringing]
[receptionist over phone] Harbor Neuroscience Academy.
This is Deputy Director Medina, U.S. Treasury.
[receptionist] Ma'am, I don't think you're calling who you think you are.
[Marybeth] / 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. - [phone chimes]
- All right. - Awesome.
Oh, she's here. Come on, let's go, Miles.
- Let's go. - [Aidan] Right now?
- [Miles] Hold on. - Yeah.
['Safe House" by The Boxer Rebellion playing]
[sighs]
[chair creaking]
[chuckles softly]
The kid's unbelievable.
[Christian] Braxton...
[stutters] 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?
[speaking Spanish]
[in English] Oh, Jesus.
- 1,247 miles. - [Braxton] 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.
[smacks lips] Just, um, out of idle curiosity,
what are your plans after...
after we drop Alberto to the Harbor?
- My plans? [scoffs] - Mm-hmm.
- [stutters] 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 in...
I thought we could go hiking there.
You... You made a reservation?
It's just an idea.
[stuttering] And what, we'd stay in the Airstream?
I think it'll be fun.
[laughing] I think it might be fun, too.
[song continues]
[song ends]
[serene music playing]
[music fades]
[gripping music playing]
[hopeful music playing]
[music fades]
[suspenseful music playing]
[serene music playing]
[music fades]
[melancholy music playing]
[hopeful music playing]
[music fades]