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Previously on Cleaners...

Of all the little dots in the Caribbean,

why did you want to meet Eileen

on this one? I have my reasons.

Your 3:00, brand new running shoes

to go with that local look.

I wonder who they’re running from.

Or after. Duck!

Eileen was supposed to meet us at the restaurant

to give us our share of the money.

Then one of Mother’s hit squads shows up instead.

It doesn’t take a lot of ink to connect those dots.

What the hell happened?

Exactly what I said would happen.

The girls killed them. But I can fix it.

I just so happen to know someone in the island.

The Brando of contract killers.

And who are you? CIA, huh?

This woman is an elusive but valuable asset

that the agency would very much like to collect.

Are you saying that... I’m working with the CIA?

I’m saying...I own you now.

You once asked me if I was raised

by bears or wolves. The answer’s both.

Do you have the final installment?

There’s been a complication.

That’s unfortunate.

Cleaners - S02E02 - "Welcome to the Zoo"

Originally aired August 19, 2014

Where are we?

You wanted me to be more of an open book.

Welcome to the first page.

What is this?

Hey, hey, what’s going on here?

Hello?

What, cat got your tongue?

Why don’t you come over here and I’ll rip out everything else!

Roxy, stop. It’s not gonna work.

So, what’s your name?

Are Marcus and Isabelle around?

Can you get them for us? I need to speak to them.

God...

What are we, in a goddamn zoo?

Huh? Is that what we are?

Stand down, Matilda.

Please, excuse the theatrics and precautions,

but Veronica’s the first to know

we don’t take any unnecessary risks around here.

I haven’t formally introduced myself.

I’m Isabelle Walker.

And you are? Going to kill you.

It’s Roxie. This is Roxie.

Well, I hope we can all be civil,

act like regular homo sapiens,

have a cup of tea and discuss the matters at hand.

I assure you, things will get ugly very quickly

if you or your little monkey start throwing your shit around.

Do I make myself clear?

Excellent.

This is where we find our cold blooded killer?

Oh, it may look respectable, but inside those walls

are a collection of the dangerous and depraved.

And which one is ours?

His name is Carlos.

He and his wife Sally used to be

the most crack husband and wife unit in the game.

They worked so tightly together

that it was said they could read each other’s thoughts.

Then one day, Sally was killed by a drunk driving cop.

Completely random.

Carlos went ballistic, and he took down 43 policeman

until they took him down.

Wow.

Eventually he ended up here.

You wait here.

- Mother. - Doctor Ruiz.

Uh, did you bring the requisite paperwork?

Very good.

Deaths happen in places like these all the time.

Perhaps a suicide over his long lost love?

Here, take these.

In the rare occasion the light does come on in his eyes,

it’ll be under a very heavy cloud of delusion.

He sees his dead wife in the oddest of places,

teacups, spoons, playing cards.

You’ll find that those help.

On the count of three, guys.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Amazing.

He puts a couple of them in the infirmary,

and they start treating him like he’s The Omen.

Uh...let me assure you,

I flushed all of that out a long time ago.

You see he’s... an empty shell.

A very...

Empty shell. See?

Hello, Carlos.

Mother.

You got a job for me?

Yes.

A very important one.

Should I be worried about you?

I shouldn’t think so.

I’ve been held by much worse.

Very good.

Here are your targets.

They’re on the island.

I will be in touch.

Just like old times, eh, Mother?

Sally would have liked to have seen you.

And me, her.

I’ll tell her you said hi.

Can I give a ride somewhere?

Wait, Carlos.

Hey, whoa! Whoa, whoa. Hey, Ca--

I just paid half a mil for a sweet piece of ass

who just walked away? - Trust me,

you’d rather watch that sweet piece of ass walk away

than walk towards you.

Come on, we gotta go.

Where?

We gotta let the heat die down

and let Carlos do his job. I know someplace safe.

It better have a pool, jacuzzi, on site masseuse,

start with "Ritz" and end with "Carlton."

Oh, you’re gonna love it.

So how does it feel, Veronica?

To be back.

Strange...and quiet.

Very quiet.

Of course. It is now.

We’re retired. Have been for many, many years.

Matilda was our last.

She, uh, would only have been about 10 when you left us.

Isabelle, please,

about that-- - With Marcus, Veronica.

You will discuss business with Marcus.

But, Roxie, Veronica’s right.

It’s much quieter these days.

Oh, you should have seen the place then.

Children of all ages, learning, fighting, training.

Honing their skills and bettering themselves.

Each one a Stradivarius.

The perfect human instruments.

No little monkeys could have made it here.

Will someone please tell me what the freaking F is going on?

She doesn’t know?

No wonder the poor girl is so bent out of shape.

Roxie, you see this is where Veronica was raised.

We ran quite the institution.

Took in orphans and unwanted children

and turned them into-- Killers.

Well, we didn’t like to think in such crude terms.

And when we were ripe, we were farmed out

to off-the-book government operations,

radical groups, any organization with bitter enemies

and deep pockets.

Like you were sold?

Ugh. Again,

so crude.

We created the Ferraris of black operatives.

And, yes, Ferraris cost a great deal.

As much time, patience and resources

go into their construction.

The thing is, when Veronica ran away,

she denied us our compensation.

Which was such a shame.

You were always one of our brightest.

That’s Marcus.

You should go greet him. He’ll be so happy to see you.

I’ll go with you. Best stay with us, Roxie.

They have much to catch up on.

Strike me down, if you haven’t flowered

into one of the rarest of roses.

Hello, Marcus.

Come on. We can do better than that.

Welcome home, Veronica.

Welcome home.

Ah!

Is he there yet? - Who?

Well, if you’re asking that, he clearly hasn’t arrived.

Who? The doctor.

Who? I’m just messing with you,

but you’re starting to sound like the world’s slowest owl.

Really? That’s your opener for this highly secretive mission?

His name is Jackson Rainey. He’ll be your pilot

and your tour guide. Okay.

See that map with all the dots spread across it?

That’s a list of Mother’s known safe houses in the region.

Start with one and work your way across.

It’s time to start kicking down some doors, compadre.

Wait, wait. That seems like a very heavy task

for a FBI field operative. I mean,

you are the CIA. You could snap your fingers

and have Seal Team 6 busting down these doors

and you’re picking me? I don’t get it.

Did you look at the photos?

Yeah, and that was my next question.

What do those have to do with Mother?

They are Mother.

Every last one of them. Bullshit.

It’s true, Agent Barnes. And that’s why you are my man.

You were the last person to see her alive.

So take a deeper look at those happy snaps.

She’s a master of transformation.

Now, we know she’s laying low in a place where she doesn’t

have the time, resources or facilities

to substantially alter her appearance.

And that’s why you need to move now

before she slips through my-- through our fingers again.

Who is it?

It’s JR.

Who? JR.

Ah, Jesus, I thought owls were meant to be wise.

It is JR. Jackson Rainey.

Now go, don’t fail me. Yes, sir.

Oh, and Barnes?

I may have threatened to disappear your career earlier,

but disappearing people is where I really excel.

Yes, sir.

Ah, you must be JR.

And you must be holding out on me.

Oh, if we’re gonna be partners, you gotta learn to share.

Ooh-ee! That burns so good.

Aah! Jesus Christ! Where’d you come from?

I’m Jackson Rainey.

You can call me JR.

And you, you must...

be... I’m...

I’m fucked.

I am completely fucked.

Well, that put a little wood in my pecker.

Much obliged, kind sir.

Listen, JR, I don’t know what your relationship is

with Agent Clarence Philips, but mine right now

is pretty freaking tenuous.

So get your shit together, get me to your plane,

so I can get the hell on with my life, okay?

I am clearly after an asset

that is a threat to national security,

and they send me The Dude.

Unbelievable.

What are you doing? Uh, this is for my expenses.

And this is to rent a plane.

I lost mine last night in a card game, so...

I’m gonna go.

Of course you did.

Outstanding.

This is just great.

I was telling Isabelle it’s much more peaceful than I remember.

Probably because it was anything but back then.

Do you remember what was over here?

Yeah, it was the shooting range.

Predominately close quarters and assault rifles,

and over there was the sniper range.

Very good.

And here, remember this?

Yes, it was the kill house.

I remember, Marcus. I remember everything.

Yeah, we tore it all down and took it away

once we closed up the... all the activities here.

But the echoes still remain.

I remember your kill time here. You had the best time.

1:22:09. 08.

08.

Yeah? No one ever beat it?

Nope.

Not until Matilda.

Listen, Marcus, I had the final payment. I just--

But you got ripped off and you don’t have it right now,

but maybe later. Yes.

And I will get it to you. I just need a little time.

That’s it.

It’s okay.

It is?

This was her favorite place.

She’d come here to read, write her stories,

sneak a cigarette now and then.

Mia Sophie Walker.

Our miracle child.

Well, you knew Isabelle was unable to have

a child of her own, but then,

Boom. She got pregnant. Just like that.

Call it fate, call it a sign.

After she was born, we closed everything here.

Matilda was the last to go through the program.

We kept her on for our own protection.

What happened?

El Mariposahappened.

It’s ironic. We ran a school for elite assassins.

Our training was tough, the discipline was tough.

The strong survived, the weak fell through.

But we had no idea when we closed up

how difficult it was gonna be to raise a regular child.

As she got older, she got rebellious.

When she was 15, she disappeared.

When she came home, she was just a mere husk

of the child that used to live with us.

She’d gotten sucked into the inner circle of the cartel

run by El Mariposa.

He plied her with all of his drugs.

He made her his favorite girl.

When she came home,

she died of an overdose, right here,

in her favorite place.

I’m sorry, Marcus,

but I’m not quite sure what this has to do with me.

I want El Mariposa dead.

I want his head.

And you’re gonna bring it to me.

That will be your compensation to us.

Only then will we be square.

No.

What’d you say?

You heard me. No.

This is your fight, not mine.

I’m at peace with who I am and what you turned me into,

because I know I never had a choice.

But not a single day goes by

where I don’t wish I was born into a different life.

And not a single day goes by, Marcus, where I don’t hate you

for how you raised me.

I will compensate you, the way we planned.

Because I would rather spend 100 years paying you back

professionally than doing one thing for you personally.

So Roxie and I are gonna leave right now, and neither you

or Isabelle or the girl with the new kill house record

are gonna stop us. Please.

I always knew how you felt about me.

I used to tell Isabelle,

"She didn’t leave because of a boy."

Which is why I took full measure

to ensure your compliance.

Buckle up, compadre. I’m bringing her in. Whoo-hee!

This thing flies like a 10 dollar hooker on 2 dollar meth.

JR: Okay.

You ready to kick some ass and take some names?

Barnes?

Good God, man. Are you okay?

What happened? Something you ate?

A dodgy oyster? A warm clam maybe?

Get off me. You fly like an asshole.

Jesus Christ! Where the hell have you been?

What did you do?

What?

To get handcuffed to the goddamn bedpost, Roxie?

What did you do? Excuse me? Am I on a game show?

Is that what’s with all the questions?

Because I feel like I should be the one

Ryan Seacrest-ing your ass

and asking you a goddamn thing or two.

I threw a tea spoon at that Matilda bitch.

It went in her arm.

Not very deep. Just the tip.

Just to let her know I will not be messed with.

And if it wasn’t for your past relationship

with Mr. and Mrs. Koresh,

I would have found her goddamn eye.

Just so you know.

So do I win?

Do I get to spin the wheel and go home?

Please tell me that you worked something out with them

and we can get out of here. Okay? We’ll pay them back.

I’ll help you, I promise.

We need to find Eileen, and we need to get what’s ours.

They don’t want the money, Roxie.

We can’t leave.

Bullshit, all right? Get me out of here!

We’ll mess them up! Roxie and Veronica, right?

We can’t leave.

Why?

It’s got something to do with this.

We have to do what they want,

or in 5 days when this thing runs out,

our hearts stop beating, and we die.

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