Original subtitles

(recorder clicks)

(Peter clears throat)

PETER: Listen to this only when no one else is around.

Remember the treasure I told you about?

The gold and libraries from Emperor Montezuma's palaces

sought by the conquistadors.

After all these years, many started to believe

the treasure was a fairy tale, a myth.

(whirring)

PETER: After all, Cortez and his army,

they decimated the Aztec Empire when they invaded Mexico in 1519.

(loud blast)

But the Freemasons recently got proof that an underground network

of Indigenous women secreted away Montezuma's treasure

that had been amassed in the surrounding empires for centuries.

(chiming)

After the woman hid the treasure,

they divided clues to its location into three relics,

one for each, the Inca, Maya, and Aztec.

Over time, those relics were lost.

Until now,

a band of treasure hunters

is now close to finding the Aztec relic.

This was confirmed by a spy within their group.

(soft guitar music)

(upbeat music)

Please forgive me.

(Rafael gasps)

(murmurs)

(upbeat music)

No, no, no, no.

No, no.

You've double-crossed Salazar.

No one double-crossed Salazar.

Salazar will never find a treasure without me.

That's why you're coming with us.

No, no, no. Uh, I change my mind.

Salazar is very smart.

- And he will find it without me. - We may not be as good

at finding things as you, Rafael.

(breathes heavily)

But we did find you have a family.

Now, let's go.

(Rafael grunts)

- (jingles) - (groans)

- (grunts) - (groans)

- Hyah! - (thuds)

(clatters)

(panting)

(Baby Jess cries)

(engine revving in distance)

Salazar?

(engine stops)

(loud crash)

- (swooshes) - (pained groan)

(grunts)

(yells)

Where's the relic?

You'll never find it.

- (thuds) - (groans)

- (engine revving) - (Baby Jess crying)

(Manuela cries)

Rafael.

Shh. Shh.

(Manuela crying)

(chiming)

(tense music)

(alarm buzzes)

Last inmate was incarcerated 1,228 days before they escaped.

Almost there, just.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Uh, is it just me or is the warden kind of hot?

OREN: I can hear you.

TASHA: Uh, we're on time out.

Still, I thought this was a date.

Why would you think it was a date when Ethan paid for the escape room?

(gasps, laughs)

- A screwdriver. - (laughs)

OREN: Oh, great.

Now we can assemble some IKEA furniture.

It's a Phillips head, but all the screws in here are standard.

♪ But until then just have your fun ♪

♪ Boy, run, run, run, run, run ♪

♪ Yeah, run, run, run ♪

We need a rope!

- Yeah. That could work. - What could work?

We're gonna make a thing.

- And use it to get the thing. - Sounds like a great plan.

(Oren gasps)

- Oh, my god. What now? - OREN: I scuffed my Air Force Ones.

Oren, who wears brand new sneakers to a prison break?

Like I said, I thought this was a date.

It's not their fault.

The average length of a romantic relationship is two-point-eight years.

They're not broken up.

- It's just-- - A time out. I know.

Aren't you glad we never dated?

Yeah. Totally.

OREN: Hey, can we give it up, crew?

No one's ever beat this escape room.

- It's unbeatable. - Oren, maybe you could try to help?

They used to be just like us and now look at them.

Right.

And the worst part is I don't even know if I'm Team Oren or Team Tasha.

(chuckles)

That's not how shipping works.

- MAN 1: Two minutes. - Okay.

It's all up to you!

Thanks for the pep talk.

- (whooshes) - (thuds)

(rattles)

- (alarm buzzing) - We did it! Holy...

(all clamor)

- Go! - Go! Go!

TASHA: Oh.

Keycode. We need the keycode.

It's gotta be hidden around here somewhere.

The hash marks.

- Yes! - Right.

MAN 1: One minute.

(exhales)

Incarcerated 1,228 days, that's...

(alarm buzzing)

...three years.

(pants) Come on, Jess.

Four months and...

Eleven days.

That's three, four, one, one.

Three, four, one, one, Ethan!

Three, four, one, one.

- Yes! - (Jess and Tasha shriek)

- Let's go! Come on. - Yes!

Um, we just did what no one else has ever done.

- Y'all know that? - MAN 1: Disqualified.

No cell phones allowed.

Cell phone?

Where?

JESS: Seriously?

("Just Our Style" by Wayfarers playing)

Well?

That was so much fun until it wasn't.

We should appeal.

- Oren wasn't even a part of the escape. - (laughs)

Look, I, I am so sorry.

- Um, I had an alert... - Mm.

...on a pop-up sneaker sale.

Which reminds me, I do have to get in line.

Um...

Text me if you all want anything.

(Jess chuckles)

Well, we almost made history.

♪ That's just our style ♪

(suspenseful music)

(distant chatter)

I don't understand.

You don't need another home.

The previous owner had secrets not even his children knew about.

I recently learned he had a collection of conquistador plunder

that he denied owning.

Luckily, he had an unfortunate accident.

Wait, wait, that's a priceless--

Nice black market museum.

MAN 2: Gloves off.

Be careful with that.

That's 300 years old.

Oh, got it. Here.

Look at that.

(gasps)

The Portrait of a Young Man.

I always wonder what happened to that.

- MAN 2: Miss Pearce? - Yes?

MAN 2: We found an Aztec relic made of obsidian.

Is that it?

DARIO: Is that the piece of the treasure map?

No.

(phone buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

It's not here.

MAN 3: That's very disappointing, Billie.

It's been 20 years since Rafael Rios found that relic,

and now it's nowhere to be found?

Don't be so impatient.

So American. I'll find it.

MAN 3: The board has been more than patient.

BILLIE: Look, whoever has that relic has no idea what they have.

Otherwise, they'll be looking for the treasure.

So 20 years is a good thing, trust me.

People die.

Things that have been hidden away for decades are suddenly found.

I can't believe I lost it.

It has to be here somewhere.

Where's the last place you remember seeing it?

Tucked it away somewhere safe.

Because I didn't wanna lose it.

Oren! Anything?

I checked the bathrooms, the closets, under the beds.

How can I lose the one thing my mom told me not to lose?

Every time you looked at it, it made you sad.

- What's this? - No, don't look at that Jess.

Not today.

Landlord's raising the rent.

It's okay. We can handle it.

TASHA: Yeah.

I just got 100K views on my latest YouTube video.

TASHA: So the bump in ad revenue will help.

I'm gonna ask my boss for a raise.

I'm owed one.

We'll make this work.

You sound just like your mom.

(knocks on door)

Who's ready to make some empanadas?

I found it.

Oh, Ethan, of course.

You had it.

Yeah, you told me to keep it safe.

(door closes)

You know I can't believe it's been a whole year.

Maybe we should make something else.

No.

Empanadas were my mom's favorite.

They were our favorite too.

Okay!

So, I've been working the front desk for two years.

- You said that I could-- - I say a lot of things.

I got a special project for you today.

(rattling, screeching)

Oh.

STAN: Last payment was six months ago.

Tried to track down the deadbeat, but, uh, came up empty.

What's the name on the account?

Uh, it's weird.

Must be some kind of foreigner.

(chuckles)

Iam Phasma.

Seriously?

- What? - Phasma's Latin.

Yes, Miss Smarty Pants. Like I said, a foreigner.

Not Latinx.

Latin.

As in the classical language.

Phasma means specter or ghost.

Yeah, so?

So "I am a ghost"?

I'm thinking probably not his real name.

Oh.

You know, it's too bad you can't make a living solving puzzles.

- Actually, you can. - Oh.

The FBI has a cryptanalysis department where that's all anyone ever does.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

So more of my tax dollars going to waste?

- It's literally my dream job. - No.

Right now your dream job is figuring out who this ghost is.

Got it?

Sorry. I'm front desk.

Not my job.

But if I were assistant manager...

Sure. Okay. Find the name.

JESS: Who are you Iam Phasma?

(theme music)

("A-O-K" by Tai Verdes playing)

♪ Living in this big blue world ♪

♪ With my head up in outer space ♪

Iam Phasma, you're a Freemason.

♪ I'll be A-O, A-O-K ♪

Oren and I, we broke up.

- No! - You know what, it's fine.

It's fine, we're still friends so...

You okay?

It sucks.

Dating your best friend is like listening to your favorite song

over and over again until you're sick of it.

And I should have listened to you.

I was hoping you two would prove me wrong.

Without Oren pitching in,

our "little raise" in rent is going to be tough.

No worries.

All I have to do is solve this mystery, and I'll get a promotion.

Not that you need any help, but do you need some help?

Because I could really use a distraction.

I'm trying to track down a Freemason

who was renting a storage unit under an alias.

- Mm. - Did you know there are almost

20,000 Freemasons in Louisiana?

I do now.

TASHA: Did anything in the unit stand out to you?

The gavel and the flag.

It's a big flag.

It's a burial flag.

Sized to be draped over the caskets of military personnel.

I think we just narrowed down our list of 20,000 Freemasons.

Our mystery mason

was also related to a deceased military veteran.

Oh, obituary.

It's classic overshare.

"Silver Star military veteran Sergeant Jack Sadusky died

in a diving accident

and is survived by his son Liam and his father, Peter Sadusky,

a retired FBI agent and Grand Master Mason."

Did someone say... promotion?

♪ Aye, let's pay rent on time, baby On time ♪

♪ Three, four, five, six never seen it like this ♪

♪ Da-dee-da-dee-da-na ♪

♪ You don't wanna miss this ♪

♪ Brand-new, original ♪

♪ Something individual ♪

♪ Watch it, yo, but what you've thought ♪

♪ This is it ♪

♪ Boom, boom ♪

You're not my Thai food.

No, I'm not. No.

I'm looking for Mr. Peter Sadusky.

MYLES: Really?

No one ever visits Mr. Sadusky.

I think I have something that belongs to him.

Oh, I should warn you.

Mr. Sadusky has dementia so he can be paranoid,

uh, he can be delusional.

And he thinks everyone's a spy.

(chuckles)

(knocks on door)

PETER: I'm busy.

MYLES: You have a visitor.

PETER: Liam?

No.

PETER: Go away.

(doorbell dings)

Ah, there's my Thai food.

Uh...

Good luck.

JESS: Hello?

Hello?

Sorry to bother you.

PETER: Then don't.

My boss at Almighty Storage

is gonna throw out all the stuff in your unit

if you don't pay your back rent.

(melancholy music)

(sighs)

Okay.

I'll leave you alone now.

Call Almighty Storage if you want your stuff.

You...

- tracked me down. - Yeah.

Once I saw "I'm a ghost,"

couldn't help myself.

Very impressive.

I'm good at solving puzzles.

I wanna work for the FBI's Cryptanalysis Division someday.

Ah, I see.

And you want me to put in a good word for you?

No. No, that's not why I'm here.

I can't even apply to the FBI until I'm an American citizen.

The first requirement for working for the FBI

is the privilege of your birthplace.

- That always bothered me. - Yeah.

And Texas used to be Mexico.

That's always bothered me.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

You know your American history.

I hope to take the citizenship test someday.

You know they're never going to ask you anything like that.

(chuckles) I know.

But once I start something, I can't stop.

Yeah, I know somebody like that.

Big pain in the butt.

(chuckles)

Where did you get that necklace?

It was my dad's.

What did your father do?

No idea.

He died when I was a baby.

Sorry.

So your mother never told you anything about your dad?

You know, just the usual.

Like he was a thief and a reckless good for nothing.

Then why do you wear his necklace?

To remind me...

to not be a thief and a reckless good for nothing.

What if I told you everything you know about your dad is a lie?

I'm pretty sure you've never met my dad.

No, but I've known men like him.

Men who did what was considered wrong

in order to do what they knew was right.

Yeah, they're called "criminals."

This country was founded by criminals.

Have a seat.

What do you know about the treasure?

Um...

Nothing?

It's all right. You can speak freely here.

I've run countermeasures on technical surveillance.

This room is clear.

Okay.

Your father's medallion was worn

by a secret network of treasure protectors

that goes back centuries.

I'm pretty sure my mom would have mentioned that.

That necklace represents an ancient oath to unbury the lost history

of entire civilizations.

There were more people living in ancient Mexico than in England.

When Cortés and Pizarro arrived,

they had great cities.

They were brilliant astronomers and engineers.

The Mayans invented the number zero.

The Inca gave us the potato.

We wouldn't have pizza without Aztec's tomatoes.

Oh.

Well, that's, um... interesting?

(chuckles)

You need to understand.

If your father had that necklace, then he was protecting the treasure.

And so must you.

Whoa, oh, hey! What are you doing?

It's okay, it's okay.

I have something for you.

But you just met me.

I thought about destroying it a million times

in order to prevent it...

(thuds)

...from falling into the wrong hands.

(clatters)

Can you please get down? You're making me nervous.

Give me a hand.

Here.

Take this.

Oh, wait, um, I'm not Liam.

My name is Jess.

Remember?

- I work at Almighty Storage? - Listen to me.

This holds a clue to a treasure of utmost importance.

Then maybe you should just keep it.

I don't have much time.

If I die,

the secret dies with me.

Time for your meds.

Um, I have got to go.

I'm sorry.

Trust no one.

(door creaks)

I didn't hear him shouting.

He must have liked you.

I think he thought I was his grandson? Liam?

He thinks I'm Agent Smith.

He had a letter for Liam.

Maybe you should call him.

Yeah, we've tried.

Liam wants nothing to do with his grandpa.

JESS: Why?

Families are complicated.

(beeps)

BILLIE: Well, well.

And who are you?

(dings)

(beeping)

And what were you doing in there for nearly ten minutes?

OREN: Let me get this straight.

So a Grand Master Mason

wanted to give you the secret to a lost treasure,

and you didn't take it?

Are you insane?

He had dementia.

He didn't know what he was saying.

Oh, I'm keeping the Hamilton playbill.

You didn't even wanna go.

Uh, I'm the one who got it signed by the entire original cast.

It's worth Major Bank.

- (gasps) - TASHA: What?

It's the thing!

- The letter. - Oh, no way.

He must have slipped it in my bag.

- Who's, who's Liam? - The old man's grandson.

Well, what are you gonna do with it is the question.

- Open it to treasure map. - Didn't ask you.

Let's open it live on my channel.

- Yes! Let's do it. - What? Yes.

- TASHA: Okay. - No!

As much as I love seeing you two agree on something,

I can't open it.

JESS: It's not mine.

- I have to give it back. - OREN: Okay?

But that's a really bad attitude for a treasure hunter to have.

I'm not a treasure hunter.

I figured out that name on that unit.

- Peter Sadus-- - Peter Sadusky, I know.

- How did you-- - FBI is here.

STAN: Searching his unit.

What? Why?

He's dead.

Oh, no.

- Yup. - That's awful.

Not really.

Maybe now I can get my back rent from his estate.

- (chuckles) - What's wrong with you?

A man died.

- Jess Valenzuela? - JESS: Yes?

KACEY: FBI.

We need to talk.

KACEY: Come on inside.

How are you doing today?

JESS: Great, thanks.

KACEY: Great.

So, um, how did Mr. Sadusky die?

In his sleep.

He was 87 years old.

How did you know Agent Sadusky?

I didn't.

I just met him yesterday.

Was he still FBI?

No, he retired back in 2007.

We suspect that he was in possession of a state secret illegally.

So we were keeping tabs on him.

So he was right.

- He was being spied on. - Monitored.

KACEY: According to his home care nurse,

Agent Sadusky tried to give you a letter

- addressed to his grandson Liam. - Yeah,

but I didn't take it.

Your boss says you're undocumented.

Yeah.

I mean, no.

- I have DACA. - You're not in any kind of trouble

as long as you tell us the truth.

Can I just say I'm totally freaking out right now?

It has always been my dream to be an FBI agent.

Working in your Cryptoanalysis Division, cracking codes.

I've won the FBI's public cipher challenge for five years straight.

NATE: You help us out

and, uh, we'll put in a good word for you.

We searched Sadusky's house and we didn't find the letter.

- Really? - KACEY: You do realize

that we could make things a whole lot more difficult for you?

I didn't take the letter.

I swear.

Can't believe that guy had the sword of Cortés.

The sword that took down a whole civilization.

That was smallpox, actually.

So why did you take it?

- Is there a clue to the treasure on it? - No.

Cortés and the conquistadors had no idea where the treasure was,

but they were the reason why it was hidden in the first place.

(sighs)

Fitting that I have his sword when I find the treasure.

ASSISTANT: Excuse me, Miss Pearce.

You have a call.

(beeps)

- Did you get the letter? - KACEY: No.

We confiscated everything from the rental unit

and we're going through it with a fine-tooth comb.

But no, nothing yet.

What about the girl?

NATE: She didn't have it.

And you believed her?

No way she'd risk lying to an FBI agent.

Well, maybe she figured out you weren't real FBI agents.

That's impossible.

She figured out the name of Sadusky's unit was an alias.

BILLIE: Let's not underestimate her, shall we?

She works at a storage company.

She's probably always sniffing around for some forgotten treasure.

Now she thinks she's hit the jackpot.

She's not going to give you the letter.

You have to take it from her.

TASHA: Are you insane?

If those feds find out that you lied to them,

you could be detained or deported.

They weren't real feds.

Otherwise, they would have known that I can't be FBI

- until I'm an American citizen. - Until?

Hello, let's just, let's just reality check,

please, on your dream job.

There's no guarantee that you'll ever get your citizenship.

Are you sure they weren't just dumb feds?

Because that's way more believable.

- I'm sure. - Yeah?

Their badges were totally fake.

- How do you know? - Because

every FBI badge

is signed by the current United States attorney general

when an agent is sworn in.

But their badges were signed by the President of the United States.

How do you do it?

Do what?

You just always notice something that no one else would notice.

(chuckles)

My mom says I get it from my dad,

and that it will eventually get me into trouble.

TASHA: Okay. So if they weren't real feds then who were they?

I'm guessing treasure hunters?

(horn honks)

Sadusky told me to trust no one.

Jess, this is real.

I mean, people are coming after that letter.

The old man died the night after you visited him.

I know. (sighs)

I don't know what to do.

I do.

We have to open that letter.

See what we're dealing with.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

(gasps)

No way.

Oh, my god. We've been robbed.

Except they didn't take our Xbox.

Or my laptop.

- The fake feds. - Where did you put the letter?

In the box of Sadusky's stuff which was right here!

They really didn't have to make such a mess!

I mean...

Weird.

Why did they take Buffy?

No, that was Oren.

He won in the Twitter custody battle.

Oh.

(door opens)

They're back.

(suspenseful music)

- (relieved sigh) - OREN: Uh...

Y'all really shouldn't leave the front door open.

The box! (soft chuckle)

Yeah, I took it by accident when I moved out.

Um...

What happened?

JESS: Well, it's a long story.

Well, thanks for bringing the box back.

Gotta clean up now.

- Bye! - Okay. Okay, well, I love you too. Bye.

(exhales)

Why did you do that?

I thought you didn't want him around.

Good point. Okay.

TASHA: Um...

Letter, yes. Okay.

(Tasha sniffs)

JESS: It's not a treasure map.

It's a photo of Sadusky and his family.

"To Liam.

There's no greater treasure than time.

I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Love, Grandpa."

So the treasure is time?

This sounds like a Hallmark card.

I have to give this to Liam.

What? Why?

It's his grandpa's dying wish.

Jess.

Twenty-seven Liam Sadusky's on Instagram.

But only one who lives in Baton Rouge.

I love you, but why?

You, you have to, you know...

He is fine. Whoo!

Uh...

He's playing at Squeaky Pete's tonight.

Is he?

Just keep an open mind.

JESS: About what?

We're walking into a bar and you haven't gone out since,

well, you know...

I know.

I'm just saying your mom would want you to have fun, Jess.

And this Liam guy is hot.

- And a girl's got needs. - Stop!

You stop. (chuckles)

You're doing Mr. Tattoo Singing Six Pack a solid with his grandpa's photo.

So if he decides to thank you with a cup of overpriced coffee,

you just keep an open mind about that.

- I do keep an open mind. - Mm.

It's the guys that get all weird when I tell them I don't have papers.

Okay, so then we don't tell them.

You're not looking for a green card, just a good time.

LIAM: ♪ About the things... ♪

-♪ Oh, I have to be... ♪ - Holy smokes.

-♪ ...brave ♪ - On your six.

♪ Oh, I have to be brave ♪

- Mmm. - Wow.

(guitar playing)

♪ I walk away ♪

Like I said. Holy smokes.

No, I mean... he's actually really good.

♪ Drown in thought ♪

Though how can you tell?

'Cause no one is listening.

♪ What's like to be alone ♪

(crowd chattering)

(Liam clears throat)

I'll be back after a short break.

Now's our chance. Let's go.

(crowd chatter)

- What? - Ethan's here.

TASHA: Uh...

Who is the new girl?

JESS: I think her name is Meena.

She was two years behind us at Oak Prep.

TASHA: Are they dating?

No idea. He hasn't mentioned her.

But he tells you everything.

Yeah, I know.

Let's go before he sees us.

Ooh, excuse us.

Um, sorry, I don't do song requests.

No, we're not here about that.

I really liked your song.

I didn't realize anyone was listening.

Oh, she was listening.

I think I know

who you walked away from.

Is that right?

Your grandpa?

I have something from him.

You opened it.

In our defense, we thought it was a treasure map so--

Right, of course.

(exhales)

You can keep it.

But it's a picture of you and your grandpa.

Oh, well, in that case, you can burn it.

Look, I don't know what happened between you two,

but if it makes you feel any better,

your grandpa apologizes for it in this letter.

Apologizes?

- Mm-hm. - LIAM: Wow.

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

You probably, uh,

shouldn't have brought up the grandpa.

(siren wailing)

(car horn honking)

(siren wailing)

(light music)

(upbeat music)

I have so much to talk about today.

- Let's begin, shall we? - You're never gonna believe this.

I am live here and that is my roommate who needs to learn boundaries.

- I'm sorry but I need to borrow... - Down, please.

- ...Miss Anonymystic for a quick moment. - She's kidding.

Je... Jess, are you kidding me right now?

Remember when we thought this picture...

was just a picture?

Mm-hm.

It's a clue about this gavel.

I thought we already determined that this was all totally lame?

Sadusky said my father wasn't a thief and a reckless good for nothing.

That old man knew your shady daddy?

No. But he said he knew men like him.

Men who did what was considered wrong

in order to do what they knew was right.

- Isn't that how all shady people think? - JESS: Maybe.

Either way, I have to find out.

I'm going to Sadusky's Masonic Lodge.

If I don't come back,

call the police.

TASHA: The police?

Jess, wait a second.

Let me just get my... Jess!

(tires screech)

I would not take that selfie.

Fluorescent lights are not it.

I'm not taking a selfie.

I think we're being followed.

(tense music)

It's the fake feds.

And we're leading them right to the treasure.

Stop the bus!

Stop the bus.

Sorry, it's against the rules.

Well, that's too bad, because my friend's about to puke.

Oh, god. (retches)

(brakes squeal)

(tires screech)

This way.

- (gentle music playing) - (indistinct chattering)

- Hey. Can I help you? - (sighs)

Oh, we're being chased by paparazzi right there.

Oh. Uh, who are you?

This is Tasha.

Uh, spelled with two dollar signs.

She played John Adams' wife, Abigail, in Hamilton.

- Oh, yes, of course. - Nice to meet you.

You were amazing.

- Hi. How are you? - You can go

- through the kitchen. - Oh, thank you so much.

- There's an exit out the back. - Perfect.

- Oh, thank you, darling. - Thanks.

There's no Abigail Adams in Hamilton.

There should be. She was one of America's first feminists.

She tried to get her husband to make sure women got the right to vote

but he didn't.

Typical patriarchy.

I'm sorry, but you need to leave.

Where are they?

Abigail Adams up that way.

Abigail Adams?

Come on.

(sighs)

Come on. They can't get far.

(thrilling music)

(knocks on door)

Who are you?

Cleaning crew.

No, you're not.

Regular crew's out sick.

Mops are in the back.

What was that?

Secret Masonic handshake.

When did you become a Freemason?

I didn't. I just saw it in the photo.

Old school dap.

That's him.

Sadusky.

Yeah. No, he looks completely sane.

Come on.

(slow tense music)

Wow.

JESS: This is the meeting room.

(door closes)

TASHA: How Game of Thrones.

Oh.

What are you doing?

JESS: In the picture...

Sadusky was standing here.

He was holding the gavel like this.

It's something in the altar.

All these stars are the same...

except...

Clue's in the reflection.

Something up there?

TASHA: Hold on.

You are in the zone.

Keep going.

Here we are.

Maybe not say where we are.

TASHA: I'm not live, but we have to document this

so if we find the treasure...

It all started with a meeting with a stranger...

(clinks)

Oh, my god.

TASHA: Mm-hmm...

What is it?

It's, um...

I have no idea.

That's the symbol on your necklace.

I know.

This video is completely insane.

Yeah.

You stole something from the Masonic Lodge?

I didn't steal it.

Sadusky said this relic leads to a treasure of utmost importance

and he didn't want it falling into the wrong hands.

It can't be a coincidence. I tracked Sadusky down.

And look at this.

ETHAN: Yeah, I miss your mother, too.

You've never seen the whole photo.

That's your dad?

TASHA: He's cropped out?

- That's harsh. - My mom could never forgive him.

What if she was wrong about him?

What if she was right about him?

Jess, listen.

You can't take risks like this.

Right, like, come on.

I know we don't like to say the D-word,

but I'm gonna say right now you could get deported.

I know.

I'm the one that grew up with a suitcase under her bed.

I still have it.

But I'm doing this.

Okay. Um...

I have to get to class.

(gloomy music)

That is so weird. Y'all fighting.

(phone buzzing)

(irritated sigh)

No, I don't want an extended warranty.

BILLIE: Hello, Jess.

Who's this?

My name is Billie.

I have been looking for an obsidian relic for a very, very long time.

BILLIE: And I have reason to believe that Peter Sadusky pointed you to it.

Those fake feds work for you.

I want that relic.

BILLIE: Name your price.

It's not for sale.

We have a very greedy landlord.

- BILLIE: Now, don't be a fool. - Shh...

I know you need the money.

I said it's not for sale.

BILLIE: I thought you might say that.

So I invited over your friend to do a little bit of shopping.

Oren, do you like what you see?

OREN: Are you kidding?

This is unreal.

I usually have to wait in line all night for stuff like this.

So let me name your price for you, Jess.

Your friend's life...

for the relic.

Please don't hurt my friend.

Well, that's up to you now, isn't it?

- (alarm buzzing) - (door unlocks)

(thumps)

(man 4 speaking Spanish)

(man 5 speaking Spanish)

MEXICAN PRISONER: Salazar.

(rasping)

(intense music)

(closing theme music)