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NARRATOR:
Previously on The Beast.

RAY: Barker's a part
of something,

a circle of FBI
agents for whom
the job is not enough.

I'm talking about
a circle of agents
who hire out as a team

to crime syndicates,
foreign governments.

Nothing you need
they can't do.

That's what
we have on Barker.

Not enough to make
a case against him.

If it were,
we wouldn't need you.

But it'll make you wonder.

There's the picture
of the file cover,

or the girl
in that poppy field.

You notice those
poppy flowers
were bluish?

That's Macedonian poppy,
twice as potent as Afghan.

How's he know her?

Macedonia.

Wouldn't you, uh,
prefer to talk alone?

If I preferred to talk alone,
we'd be alone.

Marla wouldn't be here.

And neither would
your trained monkeys.

They go wherever you go
until this is over.
What do you want?

You know what I want.

I want to play cards.
One final high-stakes game.

You give us your depositions,
your databases, ledgers,

and then...
Then we'll talk about
this poker game.

I give you the information,
and I lose all my leverage.

I think I'll wait
till after the game.

We've had a lead that
a man coded Ezekiel
is in town.

Yes, I've heard of him.
World-class assassin.

And a high-stakes
poker player.

Well, doubtless
I've run into him
at the tables.

You wouldn't know
if you did.

There's never been
a stable ID on him.

You play in that
poker game and intel
tells us he'll be there.

And his sights
will be on you.

Since when did they
let mid-level managers
like yourself

make risk assessments?

We have a deal
in place, Carrick.

Immunity for your information,
and then you get
a disappearing act

into witness protection
for you and your
girlfriend over there.

You want to throw this
all away for
a poker game, huh?

I get my poker,
and you get
your deposition.

Simple.

Tell me I can send
your normal security detail

into the poker game with you,
and you can party all night

as far as the Bureau
is concerned.

No, if the game organizer
so much as sniffs
law enforcement,

the game
will be shut down.

I can't guarantee
your security under
those circumstances.

Then the high stakes
just got higher.

CARRICK: Since when did they
let mid-level managers
like yourself

make risk assessments?

Just for the record,

I have never thought of you
as mid-level management.

(CHUCKLES)

So, you were just trying
to scare him, right?

Ezekiel's been off-grid
for over a decade.

Intel says he's here.

And with a seven-figure price
on Carrick, you do the math.

Carrick is being hunted
by the most lethal
hitman in the world,

and it's our job
to protect him.

Tell me about him.

Runs an auction house
in London.

Like Sotheby's?

Yeah, yeah,
except this house runs

dirty people's dirty money
through the wash.

Buy a Picasso,
flip it next year

with a ten percent
return and clean money.

And we turned him?

He came to us
for protection.
We granted it.

But so far,
he's only given us crumbs.

We need his deposition.

Let him play.
What?

And arrange
another two seats.
Me and Ellis.

ELLIS: So, you think
one of these
players is Ezekiel?

Let me guess. Joliet Prison's
Poker Champ, Women's Division.

DeMarca.

She's a local South Side
gangster queen,

but, actually,
she's the best cash
player in Chicago.

Spaniard.
Javier Garcia.

He is a religious dude.

He's the founder
and CEO of something
called Sustantivo.

You don't want to know.

Last but not least,
Billy Fischer.

World traveler,
never misses one of these.
He's a genuine rounder.

But we don't have
much background
on this guy,

and there may be
other players that
we have zero intel on.

I've got your
buy-in money.
All of it?

Three million
for each of you.

(WHISTLES)
FBI took out
a government loan.

Don't lose the money,
huh? Let me repeat.

You protect Carrick,
find Ezekiel and...

Don't lose the money.
It's a government loan.

Yeah.

Oh.

I meant to ask. Uh...

You do know
how to play?

Huh?

I mean, you're good,
right?

Oh, oh, yeah, not bad.

Oh, uh, flush beats
a straight, right?

I'll remember.

As a friend,
the word is
you got it wrong,

all of you.

It's a mistake.

(EXPLOSION)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Hey.

Don't scratch it.

You mistake me for someone
else, you understand?

You're saying
you're not the valet?

I can live with that, man.

(METAL DETECTOR BEEPING)

I beg your pardon.

No cell phones,
no PDAs,

no guns, no knives,
no foreign substances.

Ma'am.

Beg your pardon.

W. Richardson,
Casper, Wyoming.

Peter Carrick,
London, England.

Pleasure.

Ah, Mr. Carrick,
Ms. Saint Clair,

Mr. Richardson,
and Mr. Fischer,

I'm Anthony, your host.
Please follow me.

Your buy-in and belongings
will be perfectly safe.

Hang onto this
and my satchel for me.

It'll be safe
here with the others.

Thank you, sir.

Here you are, sir.
Three million in chips.
Enjoy your play.

Oh, I ain't here to play.
I am here to win.

ANTHONY:
Good evening,
and welcome.

The game is no-limit
Texas hold 'em.

We play until
only one of you
is left standing.

Shuffle up and deal.

Any of you clowns
interested in a side bet?

You can't be serious.

Twenty million
at stake in the game.

It's not enough
for you?

I like all the action
I can get.

How about you, Beyonce?

Keep talking, slick.
I'll cut your junk off

and shove it
where the sun
don't shine.

Guess that's a no.

How about you, comrade?

Butch Cassidy, you in?

What you looking
to bet for, kid?

Twenty-five K.
I win the first hand that
comes out of the deck.

Marla, ask that young man

if he is going to talk
throughout the entire game.

You're not, are you?

If I'm talking to you,
the answer is yes.

I'd also advise him
to be careful.

Why don't you
tell me yourself,
Harry Potter?

(LAUGHS)
That's very good.

Thank you very much.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

You helped me, uh,
relieve my pre-game
anxiety. Understand?

When you get eliminated,
I have something for you.

How do you know
I won't be
the last man standing?

It is impossible.
You cannot win.

But because you amuse me,
I have a special treat
for you.

We gonna play patty-cake,
or we gonna play cards?

Call.

Let's see. Oh.

FISCHER: King-high flush.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

That's four hands
in a row you win.

I got three things
going for me.

Tell us what they are.

Well, luck, skill,

serious lack
of competition.

(ELLIS LAUGHS)

Well, let's not
leave out humility.

You got plenty of that,
little brother.

CARRICK:
Bourgeois virtue,
humility.

Never had much use
for it myself.

FISCHER: I concur.

(WHISPERING) Mr. Fischer.

Mr. Fischer.

Will you please
step away
from the table?

FISCHER: Huh?

It would be best
if we talk
away from the table.

Leave your chips,
please.
Wait, wait, wait.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what is problem?
Why you stop game?

Our game manager
in Europe
has determined

that Mr. Fischer
is not who he says he is.

We believe that
he is on a list
of banned players

for cheating in an event
in Amsterdam last year.

That's not true.
Redeal the cards,
please.

Redeal?
Hey, wait a second.
I protested that.

And they proved
nothing.

You cannot
redeal the cards.

It's my money!
Shut up!
You cannot redeal cards.

You want to us ignore
the fact that we've been
playing with cheater,

a cheater is in game,
just keep playing
like nothing happened?

You took three million
dollars of my buy-in.
This is bullshit.

You have four hands
of my money, Fischer!
You're a dead man!

FISCHER: You can't.
You know you can't.

(GRUNTING)
MARLA: Hey!

Okay?

That's how Andre Pachenkov
deal with cheaters,
understand?

Excuse us, Mr. Pachenkov.
We have our own ways
of handling these matters.

I'm okay.

(GROANING)

Redeal.

Best hand in poker.
Pocket aces!

A ten minute break.

Yeah.
Oh.

Thank God.

How about you,
honey love?

You want something
to eat?
CARRICK: She's fine.

You got that right,
crumpet.

What about the man
that cheated?

Is he being
looked after?

He's been placed safely
in our anteroom,
and he is comfortable.

Always caring for
the little people,
aren't you, darling?

(EXHALES)

(WHISPERING) Fischer's
not who he says he is.
BARKER: Yeah.

That got you thinking?
They all got me thinking.

(CHUCKLES)
How you doing, darling?

No complaints.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Could have helped us
knock off potential Ezekiels

along the way.
Unless he is Ezekiel.

BARKER: And who the hell
is that Pachenkov?

The Russian?
Certainly got
the temperament.

He delivered that kick
like he knew what
the hell he was doing.

Mmm-hmm.
And we have absolutely
no intel on him.

What about the Spaniard,
Garcia?

Hardly said a word.

So get him talking.

ELLIS: Spaniard.

Who are you?

I was going
to ask you the same.

I'm Goodyear.

I invented something
called Faceplace.

Maybe you guys
have heard of it.

I'm sorry, no.

Really? Well,
it's a social networking app,

so the modern world
can interface, you know.

Sounds like
another rip-off

of a hundred other
products I've heard of.

Well, it doesn't say "rip-off"
on my stock options, Tex.

And I ain't
talking to you.

I'm talking
to my friend.

You're not from
the right part of town
to know who Jesus is.

It's Jesus, right?

Javier.

Whatever.

I've seen your face
on pamphlets.

They dump them
in the neighborhood.

Pamphlets?

You must have me
confused with
somebody else.

Uh-uh.
Sustantivo, right?

What's that mean?

Some kind of religion,
right?

It ain't a religion.
It's a cult.

Preys on poor people
that got no hope

and don't know a scam
when they see one.

Third-world countries?

As my young friend
would say,

it doesn't say "cult"
on my stock options.

You take advantage
of ignorant people,

(SCOFFS) take their money,
and you play poker with it.

I just be doing
the Lord's work today

if I done
took your money
in this here game.

Try as you like.

I doubt you have
even been to
one of our temples.

I ain't never been
outside of Chicago.

Is that true?

What would I need
to leave Chicago for?

I got Chinatown,
Little Italy.

You can see all
the foreign people
you want

and still see
the Wrigley Building.

Okay, too much talk
for politic, okay?

I call three.
I raise $500,000.

All I'm asking for
is a little simple
human kindness.

Sorry, miss.
I don't make the rules.

What do they think
that I'm going to do?

Well, why don't you give
the lady a minute, bud?

Cloak room.
I'll give you
five minutes.

Don't you fret yourself,
darling. I'll handle it.

Thank you.

(LAUGHS)

Well, how the hell
you doing,
cheater man?

Lookee, brought you
some water.

Look over my shoulder.

You get stupid on me,
I will tape your eyes shut.

You hear me?

(GROANS)

So, who are you?

I'm not a cheater.

But you ain't
who you say you are.

I can't breathe.
I need, in my bag...

I want to know
who to go after.

Who is the best player
at that table?

Why should I help you?

Because you made an enemy
of the one called Pachenkov
out there

and probably
every one of the others.

So I got a feeling
you're gonna be needing
somebody to watch your back.

Who's the best?

Oh, man. I barely
seen them play.

(PANTING) But, uh,
the Englishman.

Yeah.
Totally unpredictable.

Random. You can't...
Can't zero in on him.

I need my inhaler, man.

It's in my bag.
Please.

Which one?

(GROANS) The leather one.

(GIGGLING)

As a friend,
the word is
you got it wrong,

all of you.

(FISCHER WHEEZING)

Jet black.
Black one there.

Black.

Right there.

(PUFFS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Oh, get me out of here.

You got to
get me out of here.

Not yet.

ANTHONY:
Please return
to your seats.

Play is about to resume.

DEALER: Blinds, please.

I'm all in.

What do you have, high pair?
You have jacks?

Yes.

DEMARCA: I'm all in.

Well, well.

DEALER:
Let's see them, folks.

Whoever loses
has nothing left.

Just deal the cards.

(SCOFFS)

Whoo!

DEALER: Three jacks
takes the pot.

(SCOFFING)
I guess it's better to be
lucky than to have any sense.

ELLIS: Wah-wah.
Go home.

You're in first place,
cowboy.

But don't forget
to check your rear-view,
'cause I'm right behind you.

That's what I'm talking about.

BARKER: Now,
don't I remember something

about a little
side bet, brother?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Keep an eye out
and just listen to me.

You ever heard of a thing
called day residue?

No.
Just listen.

The other night,
after we looked
at the pictures

of the players
at the table,

I dreamt about
an operational kill

that took place
about 15 years ago.

What, are we talking
about dreams, now?

It's a dream I've had
a hundred times.

Because it was a bad kill

and I had been fooled
into playing it.

But one of those pictures
and one of these faces
must have triggered it.

Now, I never knew
his identity,

but I must have seen him
back then during the setup.
You hear what I'm saying?

Ezekiel is here.

Think about it.

Top-flight assassin,
top-level kill,

both times,
both places.

No way is it
a coincidence.

Okay.

So we just keep doing
what we're doing,

find out
which one he is.

That's what Conrad
wanted anyway.

No.

I'm knocking you
out of the game.

(CHUCKLES) What?

I need you on the street.
I need you out of here.

I need you finding out
everything you can
about this Pachenkov,

because he is
the number-one candidate.

And there was
nothing about him
in the intel package.

On the street, where?

I don't know.
Just figure it out.

And you got
to find a way
to get back to me.

Good luck to you.
Yeah.

Can I get a drink
around here?

WOMAN: Absolutely.
Same thing as last time?

BARKER: Thank you, darling.

DEALER: Three players.

Peter Carrick.

Yes.

It seems to me now
that I have heard of you.

In fact, we're, uh,
in similar line of work,
out of Moscow.

You might even say
we are rivals.

Rivals?

Really?

Which one of us
is winning?

You know the answer
to that question
as well as I do.

You are, Mr. Carrick.

But that can change, no?

Like in life
or in cards,

things have way
of changing.

Sometimes suddenly.

DEALER:
Bet is $400,000.

(EXHALES)

I call.

All in.

I think I'll let
the two of you
fight it out.

DEALER:
Let's see the cards.

Queen-high spade flush.

Queen-high flush
is the winner.

BARKER:
Play with the big boys...

This is good thing,
my friend.

You go outside.
You see my driver.

You say my real name.
You say "Dimitri."

You'll have
young people's night.

Mr. Pachenkov's made you
a pretty good offer.

I'd sure as hell
take him up on it, son,

'cause you are gone.

(SCOFFS)

A gift.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CLEARS THROAT)

How do I look?

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

Hey. His name is
Andre Pachenkov.

Now, do we have
anything that says

he is or is not Ezekiel?

Say the name again.

Pachenkov, comma, Andre.

Run him
through the database.

Already doing it.

That name
gives us nothing.
You got anything else?

Try Dimitri.

You're gonna
have to give me
more than that.

Okay.

I'm about to let myself
get set up.

(BEEPS)
Wait, wait. What?

Good time?
Young people?

English?
No.

Dimitri.

Ah.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Why are we stopping?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Hey.

(CHUCKLES)
Who are you?

(EXHALES)

Okay.
Who's this guy?

No English.

He does not
speak English.

What is your name?

Goodyear.
And you?

Mr. Good Time.

(BOTH LAUGH)

So, Mr. Good Time,

your boss,
Pachenkov, um...

What's his real name?

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Listen, um...

Be safe, huh?

Be quiet, yes?

Are you threatening me?

Is this guy
threatening me?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN BLARES)

(GROANS)

What's his real name,
huh?

(SCREAMS)
Want me to shoot off
your baby maker, huh?

What's his name?

Dimitri Simocich.

(GASPS)

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

Conrad, his name
is Dimitri...

Hang on. Hang on.

What's his last name?

Simocich.

You get that?

He's not your hitter.

You sure?
He's Russian Intel.

He's underground
in the joint task force
with the CIA,

taking down
the Russian mob stateside.

Okay. Then it's
got to be Javier.

Tell me Barker's
still in the game.

Yeah, he was.

How are you gonna
let Barker know this?

You got to let him know.

(PANTING) Okay.

You're a stupid prick.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey.

You should think of
a different line of work.

Look at you.
Answer your phone,
you idiot.

What got into you, man?

All right, I need
a message sent to someone
in a warehouse, all right?

There's no windows.
The doors are locked tight.

You're not allowed visitors
or cell phones, et cetera.

Morse code
on the outside wall,

so then your friend
will hear it on the inside,

you know,
just like in the movies.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.

That's pretty funny
for you, Todd.

But I can't go
to the location.

Is this a riddle?
It sounds like a riddle.

Think, Rain Man.
Come on.

The answer is
you can't do it.

I mean,
I'm no rocket scientist,

but without a computer,
without a phone,
there is no way...

Wait, wait.
There's a computer,
a laptop.

With internet connection?
Yeah, I think.

Why didn't you
say so from the get-go?

Can we get out of here,
all right?

All right,
come on, man.

Hey, look.

We got this program
called Steghide,
all right?

Now, the FBI...
Can I get you
anything?

Hey, no,
we're cool, thanks.

Could you
get them two drinks?
Yeah.

Like blondes
or brunettes?

Um, the blonde.

All right, so,
Steghide, right?

Now, it allows the FBI
to embed secret messages

in a picture, a graphic,
a block of text, all right?

Now, they use it to send
untraceable secret messages

to agents via internet lines
through any computer.

He won't be
at the computer.

You know, you're really
killing my five-beer buzz
here, buddy.

Come on, man.

A .wav file.
Okay.

Okay. What's a .wav file?
An audio file, okay?

We can send him
an audio message,
all right?

Now, the message
will automatically open up,
and whatever's on it

will be broadcast
over the computer's speakers.

Okay, how do I get him
to hear it and no one else,
only him?

How? I don't know.
You're the undercover
FBI agent.

(SIGHS)

Okay, so, I need to record
an audio file, right?

Yes.
I need to borrow your car.

Are you serious?
Just come on. Come on.

If there's a scratch...

Turn your phone on.
Good luck, ladies.

Bump it up $500,000.

Toddy, send it through.

Uh-huh,
uh-huh, uh-huh.

It's gone.

(EXHALES)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

ELLIS: Hey,
it's Goodyear here.

Now, I know you guys
are probably missing me,

but I decided to party
on my speedboat

because Russians are
just too damn straight.

Marla, if you're...

I apologize
for that interruption.

What in God's name
is that?

CARRICK: The future.

Technology getting in the way.

Bet is a half-million dollars.

Well, that's me.

All in.

Okay. I call.

Oh, say goodbye
to your $20 million payday.

You are
going home now!

Pair of aces
wins the pot.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, little brother,
doesn't look like
I'm going nowhere, does it?

Thank you very much.

So, Javier,

you ever, uh, opened
a chapter of your religion

in Macedonia,
like around Ohrid?

No.

But I have
been there,
however.

Really?
Business
or pleasure?

Business.

But business
of a private nature.

Two-fifty.

I match your 250.

Check to the raiser.

I'm all in.

I call.

Let's see the cards,
gentlemen.

I have three kings.

Well, I still
got me a few outs.

More than a few.

You both have nearly
an equal chance of winning.

Now, then, my dear,
get our things.

The room is about
to get a lot smaller.

It certainly is.

Not so many outs.

You need a heart
to make your flush.

Now, that was poetic.

(CHUCKLES)

DEALER:
Nine makes a straight.

Which, if I'm not mistaken,
beats three of a kind.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Javier.

Good luck.

Just you and I now.

You are very good
at bluffing.

Have been
a long time.

Seems to me it's you
I should have been asking
about Macedonia,

huh, Mr. Carrick?
Or should I say Ezekiel?

Course, it's been
a very long time
since I've been there.

Fifteen years or so,
to be exact.

A very good friend of mine
was killed there.

What say you and I
play one more hand,
all in?

With just a little side bet.

That's allowed,
ain't it, Anthony?

As long
as it's stated up front.

Here it is.

If you win,

you get all the money

and the new life promised
to you, courtesy of the FBI.

Ah.

I see. The FBI.

I'd say you have
secrets of your own.

Is that it, Duke?

Go on with your proposal.

But remember,

you have to risk it all
to get what you want.

If I lose,

I walk away.

No harm, no foul.

I walk away
from everything.

And if you win?

You are mine.

All that you are

and all that you know.

Deal.

Let's play.

No point in hiding now.
We are all in.

Well, looks to me
like the odds are...

Not in my favor.

No.

So I think
I'll change them.

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GASPS)

Open the damn door!

(GROANING)

Stay down.
Stay down, Ezekiel.
You are mine now.

Cuff him.
Get him in the car.
Get him in the car now.

Come on.
Get him in the car.

Tactical's on the way.

(GROANING)
Tactical is what?
God!

You work for me!
Get him in the car now.
Hurry up!

Come on.
What's your problem, man?

Shut up.
Get him in the car.

God!

Open the door.

Hey, what are you doing, man?
Don't leave me here.

(TIRES SCREECH)
Barker.

Conrad, let her go.
She doesn't know anything.

She's a material witness,
and she's
Carrick's girlfriend.

That's all she was.

You know something.

Don't ask.
I don't know.

Where's Ezekiel?
Where's Carrick?

Ezekiel is Carrick.

It's the same guy.

Stop looking at me like that.
You know Barker.
Find him.

Come on.
Find him.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I told you
your job is done.

But it's not.

Where's Ezekiel?

You owe me.

I owe you?

I put it all
on the line for you.

Lied for you,
protected you.

I've earned the right
of an explanation.

(SIGHS)

It was a case
called Red Gauntlet.

The hit was
on the American Ambassador,
and he was my friend.

A hit on our own ambassador
was called by our own people,

or that's what I thought.

It was the Bureau.
They had
the wrong information.

And I spent the
last 15 years of my life
trying to sort it out.

I was the guy that knew
when the car was leaving

so they
could plant the bomb.

And the ambassador
was my good friend,

but we have no friends
in this business.

What did the Bureau say?

I was told
that he had been turned,

that he was making
a move that would
install a new president,

one who favored
the local poppy trade.

Enough heroin for Europe
and America to drown in.

So he was to be taken out.

Well, that's
what they told me.
That's what they wanted.

By the time I learned
it was all lies,

the car was rigged,
the bomb was set.

And it was set by a pro,
the absolute best,

tapped by whoever
was in charge
of Red Gauntlet.

And the hitter,
that was Ezekiel.

Yeah, and one more thing.

The Ambassador's daughter
was in the backseat.

Her name was Grace.

This beautiful little girl.

She'd had her fifth
birthday party that day,
and I was there.

She was supposed
to go home with friends,
but she didn't.

She waved to me
out the window of the car.

I was a good
50 yards back.

(SIGHS)

Now you know what I know.

What about Ezekiel?

What about him?

Where is he?

Ellis,

your job
is done here.

The names.

If that's all you wanted,
we'd be somewhere else.

I need to know
who ordered the hit
on Edward Morton,

my good friend,
the American Ambassador,

in Ohrid, Macedonia,
15 years ago.

I want to know
who hired you,
and I want their names.

No, you don't.

Because then
you become me,

and you will be
on the run

for the rest
of your life.

I'm willing
to take that chance.

(BEEPS)

The names.

Now.

Carrick's missing.

Barker is
off the rails.

That makes me
sick to my stomach.

We've lost the target.

You didn't do the job.

This just arrived
for you.

It's from Barker.

BARKER:
The date is March 9th,
and the following

is the taped deposition
of Peter Carrick.

CARRICK:
My name is Peter Carrick.

I operated under
the code name Ezekiel,

working under
non-official cover,

carried out Black Ops
for various covert operations

in the Eastern Bloc
from 1985 to 1997.