Is that real?
You saw Martinez's face, right?
You said "Nope."
-Yeah. He was mad as hell. -Mad.
-You pissed him off. -What, me?
You.
How I pissed him off?
Oh, stop it. What are you talkin' about...
Any units in the vicinity
of the 1300 block of Lawrence Road,
possible trespassing and vagrancy.
Subject is a Black female with a shopping cart
wandering the area.
Sounds like crazy Vicky again.
Like clockwork.
10-4, dispatch. This is Unit 1220 responding.
We're in route.
Just tell those old ladies
to keep their Depends on, all right?
Copy that, Unit 1220.
Officer Latisha Ware to the rescue again,
saving one wayward soul at a time.
Quit giving me crap, Thomas. It's Black woman code.
But you ain't know nothing about that now, would you?
- Is that right? - Yeah.
Anyway, where's that sandwich place again?
Just go up a block and make a right.
It's on the corner.
- Okay. Whose turn? - Alright, it's my turn?
I'm gonna get you to make your move.
- I got my move. Oh. -Hide your cards.
Fire in the hole. I've waited and... really.
It gotta go like that?
You gonna hurt today!
- There she goes. - Yeah, that's her.
That is her.
- You gonna handle this? - Yeah. I got it.
- All right. -Hey.
What are you up to, Vicky?
Minding my business, Officer Ware.
Maybe so, but we got a call from the neighborhood watching,
they don't like you minding your business
around these parts.
Still a free country, ain't it?
Some seem to think so.
I tend to have my doubts at times.
But look, it's almost after 10:30.
Why don't you let me give you a lift to the shelter
before they lock up for the night?
No, thanks, I'm fine.
Ms. Vicky, look, I understand all that,
but there's nothing wrong with accepting a little help
-every now and again. -I said I'm fine.
-Hey! It's either that or jail. -Hey...
Why don't you let me handle this?
Handle it.
Woman, if you don't get your ass up in this car,
I'm gonna cite you for trespassing, vagrancy,
and getting on my goddamn nerves.
Fine. But I'm not leaving without my cans.
Uh, well, that's what trunks are for. Now let's go.
Let's go. I got you.
Let me grab your cans for you.
Okay.
Right over here, ma'am.
So, what's with you and that neighborhood, Vicky?
Every week, we get a call that you're walking that block.
I like the lawns.
Well, you don't strike me as a green thumb type.
Because I'm homeless?
No, because you're an asshole.
I am who and where I choose to be.
Who would choose to be homeless?
Hey, drop it. We're here.
Hey, Maggie. We got a straggler.
Let me guess.
Thanks for the ride.
Yeah, don't mention it.
Ugh.
Let's go.
Got the cans.
Are you ever gonna swallow your pride
and start asking for help?
Maybe, when I actually need it.
Take the sandwich.
It's your favorite, mustard and meatball.
You got that on the way to pick me up?
Maybe. But I want you to remember
-to keep your head up. -Okay, 2Pac,
give me the damn sandwich.
I'll still write the damn ticket, Vicky.
You can, but who gonna pay it?
Your cans outside.
Thanks, Tish. Be seeing you.
-You too, Thomas. -All right.
- Have a good one, Maggie. - Uh-hmm.
Okay, Vicky.
Take them cans around back.
God, this crazy lady.
Why do you always go out of your way for that woman?
Uh, it's called compassion, Tom.
You should try it sometime.
Well, all my compassion is spent
on my two kids in college
along with everything else to my name.
But really, week after week for what?
Two years now.
We pick up crazy Vicky
and we drop her off at this shelter.
Why do we do it?
Because I almost was her.
You know, growing up in the system,
running from one foster home to another.
And if it wasn't for my husband, God rest his soul,
I'd probably be where she's at today.
Uh-hmm.
How's Kasey holding up?
You know, the typical way
that most teenagers deal with loss.
Acting out.
You know, I got a call from her school the other day
talking about she's skipping class.
What?
My God, I don't know what I'mma do with that girl.
Listen, she'll come around.
You just gotta... you just gotta give her time.
That's what I'm trying to do.
Babe.
Babe, wake up. I think the power is out.
What?
My phone didn't charge
and the clock is off.
"Uh, good morning, Mom.
I'm going to school. Have a great day."
Are you done?
Good morning, Mom.
So you still have an attitude?
Well, it's not fair.
Oh, grow up, Kasey.
Your decisions have consequences, okay?
That's just how life works.
You skip class,
you get grounded, period.
- But it's homecoming. - Oh, I know.
And you'll be coming home, all right.
Now hurry up before you miss your bus.
You don't need another tardy
on your record.
Hey, where's your fine ass going?
School, Juan.
-Now, we got something better. -Yeah.
You guys already got me grounded.
Your mom is too strict.
Now that's what you get when you're raised by a cop.
But hey... we got a new mark.
You found another house?
Uh, yeah. We about to go hit it up.
-Are you in? -Come on.
Okay. But this is the last time.
Get in back, Ricky.
Yeah, unlock that for her.
Uh-hmm.
Yeah.
There we go.
Thank you.
All right.
All right. Let's get it.
Listen to the car go.
I really don't think you know how to drive.
Oh, gosh.
Breakfast is ready, Maggie.
Thank you, Lester.
Is everyone up and out of their bunks?
I think so.
Did you check the basement?
No.
Okay. Well, go and make sure Victoria is up too.
I don't want her miss breakfast again.
Maggie, why do you continue
to let that weirdo stay down there?
She is not a weirdo.
And apparently, she likes the solitude.
Now go.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
Lester, come on now.
- Yup. Lester do this. -Lord, have mercy.
Lester do that.
You could have had somebody else
come down these damn steps.
Get up!
I'm up! Get out!
Did you call the power company?
Looks like they're out there already working on it.
Thanks.
So finish telling me about the other night.
Eat fast, bud.
So yeah, I'm finishing up my last lap
and freaking Will jumps out from behind a tree.
Oh, my God.
When was the last time you saw him?
I don't know, seven, eight months.
He was going on about some conspiracy at his job.
And I told him to bring me some evidence.
-So did he? -What?
Bring you evidence?
Or was he having another episode?
- I finally got it. - What?
The evidence that we need to take these bastards down.
Come on, Will.
I know what you're thinking.
This is not another episode.
This is real. I have proof.
- Okay. Where is it? - It's right here.
Here, take it.
It's your father's watch.
Yes, it's all there.
He gives me his father's watch.
He tells me all the evidence I need is in it.
So, yeah, my money is on an episode.
Oh, poor thing.
You should probably call his mom.
Yeah, my phone's about to die, so I'll do it on my way to work.
I wonder what happened with that woman
he used to talk to at his job.
What was her name?
-Alanah. -Alanah.
She was so good for him.
Kept him on his meds.
She probably got fed up with him too.
Okay. Let me get him out of here.
Okay, honey.
Mommy's spot on the PTA board is at risk here.
-Bye, Dad. -Love you, bud.
-Love you too. -We're out of here.
-I love you. -I love you.
See you later.
Okay, come on. Let's go.
That's the place.
Now we just got to wait for them to leave work.
-Oh, there's one. -Okay. They're getting in.
Now we just gotta wait for the man of the house to leave.
Then me and Ricky are going in.
And there's a house right over there a few blocks down.
That's vacant, so we can park over there...
-Wait. - jump the fence
and then go in through the back of this one.
What if I wanna go in this time?
What? -You heard me.
What if I wanna go in this time? Ricky can just circle the block.
Okay, Ricky. You heard the woman.
Just as soon as I go over there and park,
just hop in the driver seat,
circle the block, and then come scoop us up.
Okay.
And there he goes.
Okay. All right. Come on. Let's go.
-Come on. -Let's get it.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
- Okay. Got it. - Come on.
- Okay. - Hurry.
Yeah.
Okay. Hey.
Five minutes.
Subject has left the residence.
Confirm.
That's a green to go.
-Copy that. -Let's go.
Mrs. Wagner, what a coincidence.
I was just about to call you.
What?
Then, when?
Oh, dear Lord, Mrs. Wagner, I'm so sorry for your loss.
I... yes, ma'am. Sure.
I'll call you later.
Take it.
It's your father's watch.
Don't move.
Come now. Come on.
Now come on.
The watch.
Jackpot.
Almost there.
Halt. Subject is returning.
How would you like to proceed?
Hi. Can I help you?
We certainly hope so.
Is this the Long residence?
Yeah, electrical services.
Yes. I'm Jacob Long.
Sorry, uh, can I get you anything?
I'm in a bit of a rush.
Just need a few signatures.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be right back.
No problem. Take your time.
Repeat, how would you like us to proceed?
Your orders are to interrogate and dispose.
Copy.
We apologize for the inconvenience,
but we just wanted to assure the residents
that we're working as hard as we can to restore your power.
That's good to know.
Do you guys know when the power will be back on?
As soon as I flip the switch.
Can you just sign right here?
Please. It'll be very quick.
Thank you so much. We appreciate you, Mr. Long.
There you go. Take it easy, big boy.
Don't fight it. Yeah. Good job, Jacob.
Woo! Buddy.
Oh, my God, you have some horrible luck.
Now first, you have a nutbag of a friend
who drags you into issues
that have nothing to do with you.
And then you just happen to come back home
when we're at your front door.
I mean, buddy, we just gotta come on in here,
bug the place, put in some camera surveillance,
but now, ta-dah!
What did you do to me?
Oh, that? That's just a little cocktail of ours.
A little sodium thiopental with a little Succinylcholine.
It's like a truth serum with a dash of muscular paralytic.
Makes the interrogations go so smoothly.
Now, your friend William,
he illegally downloaded proprietary documents
from our client's company servers.
He didn't wanna cooperate, so we had to get rid of him.
But I am hoping you are a lot smarter than he is.
-Huh? -You killed him?
Unfortunately, we had to, Jacob. It's okay.
But that doesn't mean you have to suffer the same fate.
We know you met with William in the park the other night.
So focus.
I'm gonna ask you a question.
Did he give you the files?
And if he did, where are they?
No.
-No! -Oh-ho-ho.
The sodium thiopental hasn't worked in just yet.
Let's go. Come on, start talking.
Oh. What the hell?
You done having fun, Cruise?
Take it.
No, I can't.
Please?
Please.
Keep it safe.
- Keep it safe. - All right.
Central, we do not have a secure location.
I repeat, we do not have a secure location.
Already engaged and neutralized one unknown hostile,
could be more on the premises.
So how would you like us to proceed?
Tell them to clean up and abort.
Copy that.
Clean up and abort now.
Copy that.
All right, big boy.
Where did you go, big guy?
There you go. Come on.
Like I said, you have the worst luck
that I've ever seen.
But, I'm gonna give you some choices, okay?
You get to choose between heart attack,
stroke, or an aneurysm.
That's right.
I'll pick for you.
Aneurysm is a lot cooler.
There you go. That's all right.
There you go.
Good job, my dude.
Agents, we have a 911 text
apparently coming from your location.
You have approximately three minutes and 48 seconds
before the closest responding unit arrives.
-Copy that. -What?
Must have been this son of a bitch right here.
Agents, please be aware.
A vehicle has just pulled up
to the driveway up the residence.
Could be an accomplice to the hostile.
We're on top of it.
Get the car. I'll get him.
Let's go, you little asshole.
Come on.
We should sweep the house.
No time, cutie.
Let's go.
Yeah.
What?
What...
what's going on?
Hey. This is for the car and the two in the trunk.
Acid bath and bury.
Copy.
Job's not done.
The police have an apparent witness in custody.
There was another kid in the house after all.
Damn it.
All right. Let's go.
Excuse me a sec.
Ware. A word.
Where is she, Cap? Take me to my daughter.
Before we go in there,
there's a few things that we need to go over.
Okay.
Now, we have not filed charges yet,
but your daughter is a suspect
because she was found at the scene of a crime
with evidence of a break-in.
Oh, God.
-It gets worse. -Worse?
We believe that your daughter was part of, uh, a small crew,
the one that's behind all of these string of burglaries
in the Brentwood area.
-This last break-in they did? -Uh-hmm.
It was a reporter who worked for the LA Times.
Okay.
He was found DOA
when the officers arrived at the scene.
Oh, my God. Are you saying that she...
No, no, we don't know. We don't know.
There was no visible sign of injury to the victim.
And because your daughter is underage,
we did not begin to question her yet.
Okay.
What am I gonna do?
Ware, you're a good cop.
And you've been dealing with a lot.
Yeah.
My advice is the first thing you wanna do
is start by getting her a very, very good lawyer.
Okay.
And then convincing her
that she's got to cooperate,
fully cooperate.
And then, you're gonna have to get on the phone with your rep
because this doesn't just look bad for her.
This looks bad for you and the entire department.
I understand that, Cap. But just...
I just need to see my daughter.
Okay.
She's in interrogation. I'll take you.
Latisha?
Listen.
Don't worry. The cameras are not on.
Thank you, Cap.
Kasey.
What are you doing?
Mom. I saw them.
It was terrible. I thought they were gonna...
Burglaries, Kasey?
You were out here robbing people?
I know.
I know, but I was with Juan
-and his little brother. -Juan?
The wannabe thug from your school?
The one that I told you to stay away from?
The one that I told you was bad news?
-This is all my fault. -Mom.
-I should have done better. -Mom.
I should have been more attentive.
Now a man is dead, Kasey. Dead!
-Mom, I know. -Dead!
I know! I saw them do it.
Who, Juan?
You saw Juan kill him?
No.
They killed Juan, too.
Who, Kasey?
I don't know who they were.
I think they were government people or something,
but they were dressed like they worked for the power company,
but they... I don't...
What are you talking about?
Mom, they said that they were gonna give the guy
-a brain aneurysm, Mom. -Okay, baby.
You're not making any sense right now.
The guy in the house,
I think he was assassinated
-by some government people. -What? Assassinated?
Kasey, are you lying to me right now?
Two people are dead.
Mom, I'm not lying! I'm telling you the truth.
Enough. Kasey, enough.
- Hi. Can I help you? - Captain.
Special agents Tye and Shaw.
Now we understand you could possibly be holding
an underaged suspect from a, uh, B&E from earlier today,
one that ended with two deaths,
one being a, uh, LAPD reporter.
Do you know that you could be charged with murder?
That you can be tried as an adult?
-Murder? -Yes.
But I'm telling you the truth.
Look. He gave me this watch.
Oh, my God. Is this the reporter guy's watch?
What are you thinking? This is evidence.
We have to turn this in right now. Come on!
-Mom, wait! -Okay, let's go!
Uh-huh. And what about it?
That's him. That's them.
with the victim on an undercover
federal investigation.
Now we think the young girl
could be a potential witness.
Huh. Boy, this case gets more and more complicated
by the second, doesn't it?
You have no idea.
I'm sure I don't.
Well, listen. Why don't we go to my office
and we can discuss it, okay?
-Yeah. -All right.
Let's go, go, go, go, go. Go.
Where do we go? Okay.
-Come on. Come on, baby. -Okay. Wait.
-What are you doing? -Sorry, my hair.
-Come on! -Okay.
- Come on. - What's happening?
The captain can only distract them for so long.
You said that you saw them kill that reporter, right?
Yes. They gave him a shot in the neck and he was dead
-like a minute later. -Okay.
Give me your phone. Unlock it first.
What are you doing, Mom?
Buying us more time.
- Wait here. - Okay.
-Uh... -Oh, I am so sorry.
I thought that this was my Uber.
-It's okay. -So sorry.
Come on, baby.
Do you believe me now?
-We're running, aren't we? -Yeah.
Okay.
Mom, I think that's it. Give it, give it.
What, what? The watch? Why?
I don't know, but, I mean, the guy gave it to me
before they killed him and asked me to make sure
-that they didn't get it. -Okay. Well, screw that.
We should probably leave it here, so give it to me.
Mom, no.
Give me the damn watch, Kasey.
No, Mom. He asked me to make sure
that they didn't get it and you want me to just,
what, give it to them?
No. I wanna save your life.
Okay? I know you wanna be sweet and all to this man,
but he's dead now. And whatever attachment he has
to that damn watch,
I don't want you dying for. So give it to me!
Mom, they killed people this morning with me five feet away.
You seriously think they're just gonna take the watch
-and just leave us alone? -Why are you so hard-headed?
You know what, fine. Keep the watch,
but we're gonna figure out what to do with it later.
The captain gave us the runaround.
Central, please confirm.
Both mother and daughter cell phone signals
- are pinging together. - That is confirmed.
They're running. They always try to run.
Clever girl.
Central, we're gonna need that address after all.
Mom, why are we parked all the way over here?
Our house is behind us.
Why do you think, Mrs. B&E?
You and I are gonna have a serious talk
when all this is over. Let's go.
-Wait. -Let's go!
Okay, wait... -Hurry up, Kasey.
- Come on, baby. - Okay.
Come on, Kasey. We don't have much time.
Where are we going?
Come on, baby.
- Come on, Kasey. Go, go, go, go. - Okay.
-Mom... -Kasey.
Just grab the bare essentials
and a few change of clothes, okay?
-Mom. -We have to be out here
in five minutes. We'll find a place to lay low
and then we'll figure out what to do about that damn watch.
- Wait. Mom... - Now! Go!
Okay.
-Hold your position. Hold. -Copy.
Here we go.
I'm gonna breach on my mark.
Three, two, one. Go.
Okay.
Kasey? Kasey!
Baby? Let's go, let's go, let's go.
-Mom! -Run, run. Run, run, run!
Yeah, bitch.
No!
Come here! You want my house? Or my daughter?
You don't have that, do you?
Huh? Huh?
Mom!
Get your ass up. Come on. Up!
Run!
Come on, baby, run, run, run!
Okay! -Run! Run!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
- Okay. -Get in, get in, honey.
Okay.
Go. Go!
Central, have LAPD put a BOLO out
on a mom and daughter traveling in a black SUV.
Plate number 4, Mike, Juliet, India, 366.
Copy that, sending now.
They won't get that far.
I thought I lost you.
Hey, hey, it's okay.
I'm okay and we're okay, okay?
Okay. Yeah.
Let's just go to a motel, um, or...
-I don't... -Damn! Damn!
What... Mom, what?
My purse.
My purse that has all my cash,
all my credit cards and my IDs, which means no motel.
Oh, my God. Holy shit!
-Hey, language! -Fuck.
Are you serious, Mom?
Seriously?
Yeah, I guess you're right. I guess you're right.
If there was ever a "holy shit" moment, this would be it.
Okay. So, what are we gonna do?
Where are we gonna go?
We can't just live on the street.
You're right, and I think you just gave me an idea.
But first, we need to ditch out car
because I know they got a look at our plates.
Sir, it's Washington.
They want you on a video conference, immediately.
Fine, connect us.
Is it true you had a possible Snowden level security breach?
I'm afraid it is.
And I take it that the matter is not yet contained.
My agents are on it.
- Apparently, there's this girl. - Stop talking!
We don't need the details, Michael.
What we need are results.
That's what that fat government contract
that your company received affords us.
Results.
Michael, you made assurances that things like this
would never happen.
I know.
If this goes south,
there cannot be any blowback to the Eagle.
I'm aware. The Eagle must be protected
no matter the cost.
- You have my word. - Your word...
doesn't seem very powerful right now.
Change that.
Hey, Tish, what are you doing here?
Hey, Maggie, uh, this is my daughter, Kasey.
-Hi, sweetie. -Hi.
It is good to finally put a face to the name.
I've heard so much about you.
You know, your mom is the local shepherd around here.
Always wrangling up a lost lamb or two
and herding them to our doors.
Well, uh, we're the lost lambs now, Maggie.
Just need a place to stay for a few days.
Okay. Why?
Without any questions asked.
Okay.
- Come on in. - Go, baby.
You know where the showers are.
-To the right? -Go to the right, yeah.
Dinner's at 7:00.
Thanks, Maggie.
-Kasey? -Mom? Oh.
- Hey, hold on. -Okay.
Officer Ware?
Vicky.
Come on, baby. Let's go.
-Who's that? -I'll tell you about her later.
We're just gonna be in this room right here to the left.
Okay.
-Mom, are you okay? -Yeah.
-I'm okay, honey. -Okay. What are we doing?
You know we can't just stay here forever.
I don't know.
But there's no plan for something like this, all right?
We just do the best that we can for as long as we can
until a situation presents itself.
We're gonna be okay.
Yeah. It's just...
and with everything going on, I'm just... I don't know.
I'm just really missing Dad.
Yeah. And if he was here, you wouldn't be breaking
into homes and we wouldn't be in this mess
in the first place now, would we?
Wow, thanks.
As if I didn't already feel like crap enough.
Kasey, that's not what I meant.
Well, since we'll never call it how to get hoes,
it's official. Swag it is.
We're going live and would be up tomorrow.
- All right. - Hello.
I turn up with... I'm not sure what you said.
I get hoes. What's wrong with you, man?
Like get off.
I'm born and raised here.
And just like you, this is home.
Together, we can repair the damage
that's been done by Wall Street and greedy corporations.
We feed the homeless.
We come out in the community.
We help build homes. We give back.
-Hey. -We walk to the shelters.
-We feed people. -Hey.
We clothe people.
We are for the people.
Look, um, I'm sorry,
what I said to you earlier.
I know that this has been hard on the both of us, okay?
Truce?
Yeah, truce.
Can I get a hug?
Yeah, I guess.
Hmm.
You like the food?
Um, I mean, it's not a home-cooked meal.
You try it.
- Hmm. -Hmm.
I've known Thomas for quite a while.
I've taken this course before,
so I have a pretty good idea of what I'm doing.
If you guys have any questions?
You guys need help with anything,
-please feel free to ask me. -Hey, ma'am.
-I'm here to help. -Police are on the lookout
for one of their own, fifteen-year veteran
and well-respected officer, Latisha Ware,
is wanted for questioning for possible involvement
in a string of robberies throughout Los Angeles.
Can I have a word with you?
Yeah.
What's the problem?
What the hell, Tish?
-What? -Your face is all over the news.
They're saying you and Kasey are involved
-in a string of robberies. -That's a damn lie.
Look, it's not what you think, Maggie.
They're offering a $50,000 reward, Tish.
What kind of crap are you getting me involved in?
-Maggie, I... -Look, I don't know
what's going on with you two and I don't wanna know.
What I do know is that it is my job to protect
the people that live under this roof,
and I can't adequately do that with you and your daughter here.
So, you two can stay tonight but that's it.
You gotta be out in the morning and don't come back,
or I will turn you in myself.
Got me?
Got you, Maggie.
Uh-hmm.
Lights out in 20 minutes, everyone.
Yeah, that's right.
I'm that guy.
4516.
That's right. That's right.
All right. I'll get the $50,000, right?
All right. I'll be there.
-Let me go. -Shh. Shh.
Shh.
What the hell are you doing, Vicky?
-Did you do it? -Did I do what?
What they said about you on the news.
I always looked at you as one of the good guys.
Did you and your daughter?
-No. -Don't you lie to me.
Well, not entirely.
Kasey and a few of her friends did rob some houses,
but that is not why they're after us.
So why are they after you?
Vicky, just go back to bed.
You don't wanna be involved in this.
Maybe I do, so answer me.
Kasey witnessed a murder.
She said that she saw some government guys kill a man
this morning when her and her friend robbed his house.
And you believe her?
At first, no.
But then when we went to the police station,
the same people came there dressed as feds,
trying to question her, and I was convinced.
So I got us out of there.
We went back to the house and they caught up with us
and one tried to kill me.
So, Vicky, just go back to bed.
You do not wanna be involved in this.
I'm just trying to save my daughter's life.
It might be too late for that.
Wake your daughter up and follow me.
What? Why? -'Cause those same men
that are after you, they're likely on their way.
-Get her up. -How do you know all this?
I know it. Get her up.
Okay.
Maggie.
Kasey, baby. Kasey, get up.
Let's go. Let's go. Put your shoes on. Get up.
-Let's go now. -Okay. Where are we going now?
The basement.
The basement? Why?
Now is not the time to ask questions.
It's the time to move.
Let's go, baby. Come on.
Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Go.
These fine people are here
looking for that woman and her daughter.
Lester, what did you do?
Ma'am, we would really appreciate it
if you told us where these people are.
I'm sorry. I don't know what you guys are talking about.
Hold on. I guess I have to do it myself.
-Come on, Maggie. -Lester.
All right. Get right here.
-Where are we going? -I have to get a few things.
-Then we can go. -Where are we going, Vicky?
I have a place where you two can lay low
until we figure this out.
-Mom. -Yes, baby. Just stay here.
Latisha
and Kasey Ware,
room 132.
I'm getting paid.
Go on now.
Come on.
Right this way, guys.
Oh, my God.
-They're gone. -Well, where are they?
I swear to God, they were right here.
All right, sir, the reward is only for
the apprehension of the two suspects,
not their empty beds.
Check the building top to bottom.
They're here somewhere. And the objective is the watch.
Copy.
I noticed you're not packing.
-Good looking out. -What the f...
Hey, language. What the hell, Vicky?
Who the hell are you?
I'm someone with the quintessential expertise
that's required to get you and your daughter
out of this situation alive.
That's what I'm choosing to do.
Now, do you want my help or not?
Yes, please.
Hey, go over here. Go. Come on. Come on. Come on.
-Hurry up. Hurry up. Hide. -Where are we going?
-Hide. -Okay.
Get down.
Wait.
Mom.
Shut up
Get up!
- Oh, no, no, no. - What?
Oh, no, no.
Are we going?
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Okay, baby. Come on. Here, quick.
And how do we get out of here?
Let's go, this way.
-What? -Hey.
- Go, go, go. - Where do we go?
I'm looking for them now.
We need to find a car and get off the street.
I'm already shopping. Come on.
Which one? Okay.
Over here.
-What? -What?
-Look at this... -Right here.
You know how to hot-wire this thing?
No need. Get in.
-What do you mean, get in? -Get in.
How did the car even come on?
The CIA invented this bad boy in 2011
for operatives in the field that needed a quick getaway.
What is that?
It can hack the on board in a computer
of any American-made car with push-start.
That's the real reason why most cars have key less entry today.
Now, get in.
You heard her. Just get in, baby.
Go, go, go, go.
Okay. Hand me your bag. Hand me your bag.
I think the cop did this.
But nothing in her file says she's got this skill.
I think she got help.
What's this room for? What happens down here?
It's just a storage room.
Um, Maggie lets the crazy girl stay down here sometimes.
Crazy girl?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Um, Vicky, Vicky, Victoria,
last name Shaw.
Yeah, that's her.
Every now and then,
Maggie likes to get everybody that helps out around here
together for a group picture.
Oh. So she works here?
Yeah, every now and then when she needs a place to stay,
uh, she comes around and helps to do some chores,
yeah, and, uh...
She sleeps downstairs?
The low light, that's what she prefers.
Central, we need everything you can find on a Victoria Shaw.
Sending over an image now.
Hey, what are you doing? Why are we stopping?
I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat.
What the hell are you doing, Vicky?
Don't you think that we should be trying to get
as far away as we can,
not stopping at some damn diner to eat?
If I'm going to continue, I need to eat.
-Come on. -That's not up for debate.
Let's go.
What is wrong with you right now?
-Let's go. -Mom, I don't wanna...
-Food over safety? -Mom.
Come on, Kasey.
- I don't wanna... - Hurry up.
We're...
I'm glad you liked your food.
I'll be right back with your check.
Hi, ladies. What can I get for you?
Three specials please,
two with coffee, one with water.
Coming right up.
Hey, I don't even know if I want the special.
What you want is to stay alive,
so you eat what you can when you can.
The more specific the order,
the more time the waitress has to memorize your face.
So as of now, your only objective
is to remain as invisible as possible.
Who are you, Vicky?
How do you know what you know?
And how the hell did you do what you did back there?
Those men that are after you, they're not FBI,
or specifically attached to any government agency.
Did you see the tattoo on his chest?
Yeah.
That's a unit insignia from the special forces.
We call them "Naturalists."
They're mercenaries,
trained to assassinate their intended target
by making it look like they died of natural causes.
Like? Like a brain aneurysm?
Exactly.
They're only deployed in matters
having to do with national security.
And you?
I was...
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I'll be right back with your order.
What were you saying?
I was on the other side of that coin.
I came up through the NSA and trained to be
what we refer to in the field as a "Preservationist."
-It was my job to... -Preserve life.
Yeah.
To locate, protect,
and deliver designated government assets.
So, how did you end up like this?
By choice. Now, why are they after you?
I already told you, Kasey...
Naturalists aren't deployed to eliminate witnesses anymore.
Fifty years ago maybe,
now it's just a waste of their talents.
Today witnesses are simply discredited in extreme cases,
evidence is planted in their car, home,
their computer, and they're subsequently jailed.
It takes money, power,
and a very special circumstance to deploy Naturalists.
They're sent to get answers,
knowledge,
and to obtain something very important.
So what do you have that they want?
Well, we think it's this.
The guy, he gave it to me before they killed him.
What's so special about this watch?
Thank you.
You're welcome. Anything else?
It looks good. Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thanks. Enjoy your food.
What's so special about this watch?
We don't know.
You know, you still haven't really told us
why you're doing this, you know?
Why are you risking your life to help us?
Your mother goes out of her way to do right by others.
Since I met her on the street two years ago,
she fed me when she thought I was hungry,
brought me to the shelter when she thought
I needed a place to sleep.
This is me saying thank you.
Eat fast, we gotta move.
You're welcome.
Come, baby, eat.
Good. Do you want hot sauce?
Victoria Shaw is in actuality,
Veronica Denise Shawncy,
a former high-level NSA operative
with 14 years' experience.
She supposedly died in her last mission.
That was three years ago.
How does a dead NSA operative
end up living in the basement of a woman's shelter
in the middle of our investigation?
What was her designation in the NSA?
Target retrieval, security, and delivery.
Great.
She was a "Preservationist."
As if this mission couldn't be any more screwed
than it already is.
Let's get to, Penn.
He's not gonna be happy.
Here, give me the watch.
Why? Is there something wrong?
No, I need to find out if there's anything
hidden on the inside of it.
Like what?
There's gotta be more to this.
And I need to figure out why the Naturalists
and their client wants it so bad.
Wait here.
My bag.
- Victoria. -How's it going, Smitty?
Long time no see.
What can I do for you?
In the market for another unregistered firearm?
I got some new ones in the back.
I need you to take a look at this for me.
You looking to sell it?
No. Maybe. I don't know.
Can you pull it apart and tell me
if everything's working correctly?
Sure.
No problem. Give me a sec.
So, how many people do you think she's killed?
Who, Vicky?
Yeah, who else?
Well, I don't wanna think about it.
Did you see how she handled that guy last night?
-Pretty badass. -Hey, watch your mouth.
So what, you admired that? Her killing the guy?
Well, no, I'm not saying that.
It's just government spy, NSA agent, and all that.
I don't know, I just think it's kind of cool.
Oh, really? So yesterday, you were a thief.
And today, you wanna be a government assassin?
No, I didn't say that, Mom.
Well, it's just not cool, Kasey.
Okay? Killing people, it's not cool.
Breaking in and robbing homes, it's not cool.
And our lives are in danger here.
And the sooner you let that sink in,
the sooner you can grasp the reality of our situation.
Okay. I'm sorry. Geez.
It looks like everything's in working order.
-That's it? -Uh-hmm.
There's nothing inside?
Nope. Battery is good.
All the tick steel tock. It's a good watch.
The crystal's a little oversized for it, but that's about it.
The crystals?
Yeah.
The glass face, it's made of crystal.
I can get you a better one if you want.
No, that's okay, Smitty.
Can you put it back together for me, please?
Sure. Suit yourself.
Anything?
Well, that was a bust.
It's just a normal little watch.
What?
-Really? Nothing at all? -Nothing.
Well, they're not just killing anyone over nothing.
I agree, but I'm gonna get you two somewhere safe
and I'm gonna find out more from that reporter.
Okay. Well, where's safe?
My place.
Your place?
You have a place?
Yeah, I do. Why?
Why? Because I took you to a shelter once a week.
Okay. But that's because I choose to.
"Choose to be there," right.
Answers that are just more answers.
Get over it.
No, you get over it.
Agents come back, status report?
They're off the grid,
but we're working on contacts.
Hoping to have something substantial soon.
We're here.
Okay.
You live here?
Yeah, when I'm not at the shelter.
Nice. So where are we gonna sleep?
You two can take the bed. I'll take the couch.
There's a bathroom with a working shower
down the hall to the right.
Cool. What about food?
There's a refrigerator, food bin.
Microwave in my mini kitchen.
Cool. Uh, what about like a TV, Wi-Fi or anything?
Wait, I don't have my phone.
TV's in the corner.
Just don't touch my computer.
- Oh. - Okay.
Look, I never said this was a Sheraton,
but it's off-grid, it's secure,
and it will hold you until I get back.
Get comfortable. I have to get ready.
Where are you going?
To speak with the reporter's widower.
Maybe she can tell us something about this watch.
Hey. Well, how are we gonna find her?
That's what I do.
Vicky... thanks.
Hey, Mom, do you know how to, uh, work this thing?
Uh, I don't know, let me see.
It's like an old tool, it's like a 1900.
Mrs. Christine Long? It's Detective Shaw.
May I have a word?
Sure, come on in.
Thank you.
I already told all the other officers
everything I know.
It's just the teenage girls
who officers found with your husband.
Yes, what about her?
Why'd you take it?
Take what?
The watch.
Why did you take it?
I already told you, I didn't take it.
He gave it to me right before.
But honey, you didn't have to take it.
She had this watch in her possession,
and I presume that it belongs to your husband.
Actually, no.
A friend of his gave it to him the other night.
A friend?
Yeah, an old childhood friend of Jacob,
William Wagner.
William Wagner?
Do you have his contact information?
No, I don't.
But more than likely it's in my husband's phone.
You guys still have that.
Right.
Is there anything you can tell me about him?
Um, yeah, he's a lab technician
at some big pharmaceutical company.
The two grew up like brothers.
He's a brilliant guy, but he's very mentally ill.
Jacob had a soft spot for him.
Is that why he gave your husband the watch?
No. No, Will popped up on him the other night at the park,
spouting a new conspiracy having to do with his job.
Obviously suffering from another delusion.
He gave Jacob that watch and said the evidence was on it.
But as you can obviously see, it's just a watch.
But why?
I just wanna understand why.
- How do you go from... - From what?
From breaking into a man's home
to now being on the run because you're so committed
to carrying out his dying wish, Kasey.
There it is. There's the cop. Yup, there it is.
Everything just has to be black and white.
Either I'm a thief and I'm a criminal
or I'm actually a good person, but I just can't be both.
Okay. That's all I needed to know.
Thank you for your time.
Wait, um, the young girl that broke in?
Yes, we're still questioning her.
Please, she's just a kid.
That is not what I'm saying.
That's exactly what you're saying.
Honey, I'm just trying to understand you.
-You wanna understand me? -Yes.
Okay. You want... you wanna know why I took the watch?
I wanna know.
Well, I took it because I saw a picture
of that man and his son,
and I knew the pain that kid was gonna feel.
Okay? I knew that he was gonna be crying himself to sleep
for a really long time.
And I knew that he was gonna pray to God
for just, like, one more hug
that he'll never be able to get.
And I knew that his dad
would wanna hug him one more time too.
Just as desperately.
So I took the watch
because I knew Dad would have wanted me to.
I don't know why she chose our home to break into,
but to be honest, I'm glad she did.
Coroner unofficially said that Jacob died
from a brain aneurysm, and if it wasn't for her
he would've died here alone.
So I don't wanna press charges or anything.
In fact, I wanna thank her
for being with him in his final moments.
I'm sorry, come here.
Just come here, come here, come here, come here.
Sometimes I forget that you're a kid, you know?
I'm a teen, but yeah.
Okay. I'm sorry, you're a teen.
You know, growing up,
I didn't really have understanding adults
to teach me how a parent should communicate with their child.
Oh. I mean, a teenager.
So, you know, I can suck at this sometimes,
the whole communication thing.
I want you to know, Kasey,
that I'm so very proud of you for standing up
and doing what you think is right.
And if your dad was alive,
he'd be so very proud of you too, baby.
To me, she's an angel.
Yes, ma'am. I'll let her know.
Thank you.
William Wagner.
What are you hiding?
Agents, be advised.
It seems like Victoria Shaw is on sight
at William Wagner's residence.
Is the target and mother with her?
Negative.
She seems to be alone.
That's halfway across town.
She'll be gone before we get there.
Central, send in some black and whites
to keep the Preservationist busy till we get there.
Tell them it's a Code Two, silent run. No sirens.
If she see the lights, she'll bolt.
Copy that.
Sending now.
Who are you gonna call for backup now?
Freeze.
You think this is all gonna be over with soon?
It'll be over soon, baby.
-Not too much longer. -I just kinda want the thing...
Hey.
Oh, hey, Vic.
What did you find?
The watch didn't belong to the reporter.
It was given to him by his childhood best friend.
This man.
Who's that?
William Wagner.
A chemist at Reliant Pharmaceutical Company.
Good. Well, maybe we can give him back his watch
and he can deal with all this.
-He's dead too. -What?
The cops said it was suicide.
I believe it was a Naturalist.
Great. So now we're back to what, square one?
-Yeah. -Not exactly.
We may not know the why
but I think we figured out the who.
Okay.
This is Michael Howard,
the CEO of Reliant.
His wife is Senator Valarie Howard.
She's been in the government
for a long time,
highly favored in the community.
Yeah, I know her.
I've seen her ads on TV. Her face is everywhere.
- Uh-hmm. -Yeah, I like her personally.
You and everyone else.
Her and her husband definitely have the power,
the money, and the connections to deploy the Naturalists.
These are the people that want the watch.
Damn. A senator?
Okay. So how do we stop them?
William believed he found some sort of...
conspiracy with Reliant.
Him and the reporter, Long, was together when he was killed.
- He gave him the watch. - Uh-hmm.
But the history that he had with mental illness,
Long didn't believe the accusation.
But you don't kill this many people over a lie.
Exactly. Whatever's on that watch
got Michael Howard scared to death.
So in order to stop them,
we have to figure out what it is
and finish what William Wagner started.
We need to get the evidence to reporters.
Fine. But, Vicky, you already had the watch taken apart.
There was nothing on it.
Maybe I didn't have the right eyes looking at it.
Alanah Cole?
Who's that?
Wagner's coworker.
I found pictures of them in his house.
It indicated that the two of them was close,
so maybe she can give us the answers that we need
to finish this.
Looks like we got a match.
Good. I wanna know everywhere that Camaro has been
in the last 24 hours.
-On it. -Thank you.
Penn,
I shouldn't have to tell you how much is at stake here.
This matter has to be resolved immediately.
I want everyone who's ever touched that watch gone
and this catastrophe handled by morning.
Come on.
These are the moments when I miss
when she was a little girl.
You know...
she's still a little girl.
Naive, not little.
She's so much like her father.
You know, he didn't believe in bad people,
just bad decisions,
like the one the drunk driver who killed him made.
We both know that there's terrible people
but what's important
is your daughter is not one of them.
You know, the reporter lady asked about... asked about her.
She wanted to make sure Kasey was okay.
- Really? - Yeah.
She said she was grateful
that your daughter was with her husband
during his darkest moments.
Him giving her that watch was like the last bit of comfort.
My little, brave teenager.
So what about you, Vicky?
What do you mean?
I'm saying that you probably know more about me
than I know about myself.
Officer Latisha Ware.
Born December 20th, 1988.
Grew up in foster care until you aged out.
Married your husband at 19.
Joined the police force at 21.
Five accommodations, three exemplary service medals,
and a partridge in a pear tree.
Well, I was up for a fourth.
But that's what I mean.
You know everything about me
but here we are in your bat cave.
Why were you living on the street?
I was there...
Because you chose to be.
But what does that even mean, Vicky?
I mean, you're obviously a person that can be anywhere.
So why did you choose that life?
Because...
it was the only way to ensure protection for my family.
Years back, I was sent to Crimea
to recover diplomatic attache that had been held hostage
by a group of Russian terrorists.
He was a widower with a young son.
The mission went fine,
got him to the States.
But I was so stupid.
I got too close to him and his son.
Sounds like you fell in love.
Yeah.
Before you know it, I found myself just lost
in this fairytale life
that I wasn't even supposed to have.
You know, loving wife, a stepmom.
I'm a trained killer, Tish.
Having pretty and shiny things,
they're just not in the cards for me.
As soon as the government comes knocking,
I'm sent back on another recovery mission.
This one did not go as planned.
I was able to complete my mission,
but I was captured, tortured.
They wanted to know where I hid the asset
but I was willing to die to protect them
'cause that's what I was trained to do.
Then I realized how stupid I was.
I didn't properly hide my new life
and the fairytale weakened me.
It exposed me.
Worst of all, it put the two people
I love the most in this world in danger.
Fortunately, my captors, they were stupid too.
I was able to escape.
When I was finally free,
I knew my fairytale was over.
I couldn't go back home.
So to keep my family safe,
I faked my death.
And I let the government believe that I died on my last mission.
I knew it'd hurt them.
I knew it.
But I also knew they'll move on,
and eventually they did.
Oh, God.
Is that why you were on Lawrence Road?
- That's where... - I used to live.
It became a means of being invisible
while I watch over my family from afar
'cause no one is more overlooked
and ignored in our society than the homeless.
So every week, me and my cart,
I walk past the road in that house just
to make sure they were safe.
Hmm.
Was that when I was taking you to the shelter, Vicky?
Yeah.
I figured I was already playing the role,
then I might as well just stick with it.
So I did what I could and I helped out
and it was in close proximity to my family.
But, Vicky, it's been three years.
Three.
Maybe it's time you let go.
Don't you think I know that?
It is not easy letting them go.
I guess it...
started out just me watching over them,
and then I just started watching them
and then seeing them happy just...
it made me happy.
I guess over time
their happiness was the only happiness that I knew.
But it doesn't have to continue to be.
Trust me, I know.
Family is what you make it.
It's what you make it?
Yeah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
What's going on?
No, no, no. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
What is it?
My system is automatically programmed to scan my image
and we just got hit.
Apparently, William Wagner's place was rigged with cameras
and I idiotically walked right in.
Now they're using FRT, facial recognition technology,
to trace my movements through CCTV footage.
Okay. So what does that mean?
They're checking security cameras,
traffic lights for my face, car license plate,
and the direction that we were going
to pinpoint our location.
It means we gotta go.
It's only a matter of time before they realize
the energy output for an abandoned warehouse
is too high.
But I thought you said we were safe here.
I was wrong. Get your things. We gotta go. Let's go.
Come on. Put your shoes on, Kasey.
Let's go.
Okay. So what are we gonna do now?
The objective is still the same.
To get you somewhere safe, find out what's on the watch,
and to expose Reliant. Let's go.
- Go! - Okay.
Come on, baby. Go, go, go, go, go.
- Okay. - Go, go, go, go.
Okay.
Five, four...
two, one.
That was insane.
Did you see how it just blew up and was like boom?
It was huge.
Hey, that's nothing to be excited about, Kasey.
-We could have died. -Yeah, but we didn't,
because Aunt Vicky is a badass.
Hey, watch your mouth.
I mean, it was pretty badass.
Look, that was my fault.
I should've known the place was rigged.
Look, I'm a little rusty.
Look, it's nobody's fault, least of all, yours.
All that matters is our next move.
That wasn't my only safe house, just the closest one.
I have another one that's across the lines.
But I need to talk to Alanah Cole
and I cannot have you two tagging along with me.
Do you have somewhere that you can go that you trust?
Yeah. My partner, Thomas.
I'm sure he'll help us,
but we probably can't stay there for too long.
Okay. Thomas it is.
We need to ditch this car and get a new one though.
Come on in. I'm glad y'all got here safe.
Thank you so much for this, Thomas.
I'm just really hoping that we weren't followed.
-Yeah. Thanks, Mr. Riley. -No problem.
So, look, I checked the neighborhood.
We're not under surveillance, so we're good.
-Okay. -But, uh...
yeah, can I... can I just talk to you for a second?
-Yeah. One second, baby. -Yeah.
Why is crazy Vicky here?
-It's a long story. -Uh-huh.
Is Abby here?
Yeah. She's upstairs asleep.
Okay.
You staying too?
No, but I'll be back to pick them up.
Take this. My number's programmed inside.
Call me if something comes up.
- Okay. - So you, uh...
you have a phone and a car?
Thomas, we'll talk about it later.
Try to get some rest. I'll be back as soon as I can.
Okay.
Thanks again for this.
Yeah. Don't mention it.
Wow.
So, look, you guys can stay in the living room for a few hours,
as long as you promise to be gone by the morning.
-We promise. -All right.
Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.
I got some blankets for you.
All right. Got one, two. Favorite color?
-Oh, yeah. -Be nice, cozy.
And y'all got room. This is all for you.
All right.
Cocoa?
I should make some... I'mma make some cocoa.
-You want cocoa? -She'll take cocoa.
Yeah? Marshmallows, right?
-I know it. -She likes marshmallows.
I know it.
Marshmallows.
Yes. We're gonna do it.
Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah.
Hey.
I'm gonna remove my hand.
Don't scream or I'll kill you.
Are you one of them?
One of who?
The men that work for Mr. Howard.
Are you here to hurt me?
No. I'm not one of them.
I don't work for Mr. Howard and I'm not here to hurt you.
I need you to take a look at this.
William's watch?
Apparently, it holds a secret
that people are willing to kill for.
It's okay. It's okay. It's all right.
How did you find me?
The same way the other men did.
We're trained to find people.
And it's not like you're under the radar.
I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to tell you.
Just look at it, please.
You knew him.
I did. But like I told those other guys,
William wasn't always well.
I know he suffered from mental health,
but just because he was paranoid doesn't mean he was wrong.
William didn't die from suicide, did he?
I'm afraid not.
And the reporter who he got the watch from,
she didn't die of a brain aneurysm either.
-Dear God. -And now those same men
who work for William Howard
is after my friend and her daughter
and it's all because of that watch.
William, you poor freaking genius.
What? -The crystal.
Yeah, it's too big.
Well, it's a heck of a lot more than that.
Have you ever heard of an eternal quartz
5D optical data storage?
No.
Here.
It's a bit larger, but you get the idea.
They're also known as the Superman memory crystal,
like from the movie. Never mind.
Anyway, it's very technical,
but basically it's a means of storing data.
So using microscopic lasers,
you can input information in binary form
onto the crystal itself.
-I didn't see any... -No, you wouldn't.
It's not visible from the human eye.
But these puppies can store up to a thousand laptops
worth of data and they last for millions of years.
We use this sometimes at work, but they're expensive
and the crystal reader can get a little complicated to use.
But lucky for you, I have one right here.
-Let go of me. -Yeah. Calm down.
It'll be all right. She'll be fine.
Sorry, Tish.
I told you, I got college kids to worry about.
Fuck you, Thomas. Fuck you.
Don't be so dramatic. Stop.
Hey.
Let go of me.
You're not gonna hurt them, right?
No, no, no. They're gonna be totally fine.
- Let go of me. -Also, you know,
a great way to pay for college is life insurance.
Appreciate your help, man.
Absolutely.
There you go. There.
Nobody likes a snitch.
- You see that? - Let go of me.
All of that is because of you.
Now, you tell me what you two did with the watch or...
you can watch your daughter meet the same fate.
No way.
-Get her out of here. -Thomas!
Thomas!
What is all of that?
It looks like William was researching an additive
that we're preparing to include
in our new children's cold medicine.
What about it?
Well, it's supposed to be a preservative but it's not.
It's a bacterium strain of Yersinia pestis.
It was previously used as germ warfare in North Korea.
Germ warfare?
But this has been tweaked.
It has an incubation period of 18 months
before any symptoms are shown.
Do you know what this is going to do?
They're creating a new pandemic.
And this shows that Michael Howard already has
a group of scientists working on a cure.
His company's gonna make billions.
Try trillions.
No wonder they killed William and his friend.
Hey, everything okay?
Well, well, well. If it isn't the Preservationist.
It seems you've got something we want
and we sure have something you want.
So what do you suppose we do about that?
Are they still alive?
Yeah. Hold on.
Help! Let me out!
I mean, for now.
Listen, I'm gonna send you a location.
How about you be a good girl and bring me that watch
and your little friends won't suffer a tragic accident?
Everything okay?
I'm gonna need your help with something else.
What do you know about EMPs?
Really wish this chick would hurry up.
Patience is not one of my virtues.
Be careful what you ask for.
Oh, you think we're scared of your little protector?
Well, if you're not, you should be.
I mean, she could kill both of you.
She will.
Oh, that's adorable. That's so sweet.
Eyes on target.
Black Dodge Charger approaching.
Looks like we're about to find out.
Copy that.
When she gets out, detain and bring her to the labs.
This should be fun.
She's here!
Keep shooting!
Shit.
Come in.
Did you make contact with the target?
Do you copy?
It's fried,
like everything else in the building.
She must have used an EMP.
Shit. Get down to the security office
and find out what the hell is going on.
Remember, alive if possible.
We have to get the watch before we kill her.
I'm on it.
Told ya.
Shut up.
Don't tell her to shut up.
Get your... get your hands off me.
Let's make it even, bitch.
Where they at?
Well, well, well.
The woman of the hour.
So nice to finally meet you.
-It's okay. -Now where is my partner?
She decided to take a long sabbatical.
Give me the watch before I put a...
-Mom. Mom. - bullet through her skull.
Please, get the gun off her head.
This watch? Take it.
Wow. Now that that's done...
Did you want the watch or the crystal that's inside?
You should be more specific.
Give me the fucking crystal.
Sure.
Which one would you like?
-Go. -Mom.
- Mom. - It's okay.
Look out.
Mom.
Please... -It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
Watch out.
Mom.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Good job.
Come on. Come on. She needs our help.
- Come on. She needs help. - What?
Go, go, go, go. Give it to her.
-Go, go, go. -Vicky, catch.
I thought I told you guys to run.
Come on. Oh, my God. Come on.
Go!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
- Go. - Come on. Come on.
Vicky. Vicky.
Come on. Help her, baby. Help her. Come on.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
Here. Hey, I'm here. I'm here.
-You got her? -I'm here.
I thought I told you it was okay
to ask for help sometimes, huh?
Mom, look.
Come on. Go. Keep going. Don't look back, baby.
- Okay. - Don't look back.
Keep going.
No!
No! No! No!
No! No!
No, no, no!
Senator Valarie Howard's husband,
millionaire pharmaceutical tycoon, Michael Howard,
died of a sudden stroke early this morning,
according to a representative for the Howard family.
The senator asked for your thoughts and prayers
through this difficult time.
As you may recall, Mr. Howard's company,
Reliant Pharmaceuticals, recently came under fire
after a scathing article was published
in the Los Ana Times,
accusing the company of adding a harmful chemical
to its cough syrup.
This has led many in the US Senate
to call for Senator Howard to step down.
Well, looks like Mr. Michael Howard
got a taste of his own medicine.
I guess Reliant ain't as reliable as people thought.
I don't get it.
-Yeah. -Of course, you don't.
No.
Trust me, you don't want to.
Can someone help me with these bags?
Hey, you made it.
-Yeah, we'll help. -Okay.
Uh-hmm.
Well, we thought we were going to have
to start lunch without you.
Yeah, I had to say goodbye to a old life of mine.
Someone smart told me it was time to move on.
Well, family is what you make it.
Okay now. Let's hurry up with this lunch.
We're about to have 75 hungry people on our hands.
We got you, Maggie.
Yeah.
Come on now.
This isn't over.
You took my husband,
and I am going to make you pay for it.