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Previously on Cleaners...

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

This is where Veronica was raised.

We created the Ferraris of black operatives.

And, yes, Ferraris cost a great deal.

The thing is, when Veronica ran away,

she denied us our compensation.

Our miracle child, Mia Sophie Walker.

She’d gotten sucked into the inner circle

of the cartel run by El Mariposa.

I want El Mariposa dead. I want his head.

And you’re gonna bring it to me.

That will be your compensation to us.

This is your fight, not mine.

Which is why I took full measure to ensure your compliance.

We have to do what they want,

or in 5 days when this thing runs out, we die.

I just so happen to know someone on the island.

The Brando of contract killers.

You got a job for me? Here are your targets.

They’re on the island.

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.

Cleaners - S02E03 - "Hello father"

Originally aired Aug 19, 2014

Good job.

It’s not fair.

I’m not going through this again.

But I wanna do it.

We don’t want you to.

You know, we may not have been blood,

but Mia was still my sister.

It should be me who finds El Mariposa,

and it should be me who kills him.

Matilda-- Not them.

You’re too attached. You’re too emotional.

We all are.

But a real hunter,

a real killer thinks from here.

Not from here.

As far as blood, Isabelle and I consider you

to be ours as much as Mia.

We don’t wanna lose you too.

We need you here.

Do you understand?

I’m not gonna let you go.

I don’t wanna talk about this again.

Are we clear?

Ready?

We’ll be dead in 5 days, and you’re giving us this?

How about some goddamn pancakes?

Isabelle is ready to brief you.

We’ll be there in a few minutes.

Four.

What?

It’s 4 now.

You’ll be dead in 4 days if you don’t get it done.

Listen, Mother, or whatever it is you like to be called,

when I said the Ritz-Carlton, that wasn’t some riddle

that was meant to be interpreted in the entirely opposite way.

But in case you really are that daft,

what I was after is something a little bit more--

Luxurious? Ooh, yes.

A little more magazine friendly, a thousand thread count?

Yes, Eileen, I know what you wanted.

But seeing how you have fallen into my world,

we must respect the rules of that world.

Which means, we need to stay low.

In order to stay low we need to act low,

we need to get low, we need to speak low.

And you tossing around your millions is gonna get us

dug up in a New York minute, capiche?

And frankly,

I don’t care if you don’t call me Mother.

You can call me your momma as far as I’m concerned.

I don’t really give a shit. Call me whatever you like.

Just don’t call me late to collect my share of the money.

Well, here we are.

How do I look?

Like you should be crucified.

Perfect.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Like, a lot.

Every day.

In fact, pretty constant.

It’s been 21 years since I was last in this confessional,

and not a day goes by that I don’t think about

the deep penance that you gave me.

The way you showed me forgiveness

with your strong hands.

Your spiritual touch.

Mother?

Hello, Father.

Not a real nature lover, I see.

Pretty easy to hunt things that don’t hunt you back.

So how are the both of you doing?

Well, apart from the fact that you’ve injected us

with a death sentence and your wind-up doll gave us

blended trees for breakfast, we’re doing just dandy.

Right, V?

This is the most relaxing resort I’ve ever been to.

I appreciate your frustration.

This is not the most ideal condition to be working under,

but given your volatility alone, it seems to be the right one.

Veronica ran from us once.

We want to ensure it doesn’t happen again

until her debt is paid.

Exactly, Isabelle. This is my debt.

This has nothing to do with Roxie.

I’ll do what you want. Just make her healthy

and let her leave. Now.

Well, that sounds fair.

I’ll convince Marcus to give you the antidote,

and you can go right now,

leaving Veronica alone in this task.

What would you like to do, Roxie?

Would you like to leave?

And miss out on the sunset cocktails

and the delightful turn down service?

Not a chance.

Very well, you’ve made your choice.

And to ensure your compliance, yes,

Marcus has injected you both with an explosive nanobot device

created by an Eastern European contact of his.

In exactly...

95.

95 hours it will cause your heart to stop.

As it takes effect, your blood will thin

causing nose bleeds and dizziness,

but overall leaving you fit for the challenge.

There is an antidote which corrupts the device,

rendering it useless. But only Marcus knows its location.

Kill El Mariposa, and it’s yours. You walk away.

You do anything

to harm Marcus, myself or Matilda,

then the clock runs down, and you die.

Now to business.

El Mariposa runs one of the most successful cartels

in the Caribbean. He’s an extremely wealthy,

powerful and protected individual,

and we have no idea what he looks like.

Oh, well, that’s a good start.

Before she died, Mia was able to describe

one aspect of the man who took her life.

A tattoo similar to this.

El Mariposa, the butterfly.

He’s a chameleon in his organization

and has defied multiple assassination attempts

from rival cartels by being invisible in plain sight.

Now, this is the location

of what we know to be one of the cartel’s

local distribution points.

We want you to infiltrate

and get any Intel that gets you further up the chain.

This is all you got?

El Mariposa’sorganization is like a snake.

You wanna cut off the head, you start at the tail.

Ladies, good luck.

Has she thought about doing stand up?

Why did you stay? I wish you didn’t.

Really? Why?

You want all this to yourself? Now you’re just being selfish.

Partners?

Sure, my wrist Got a sick gauge

And in my whip Is a sick day

Had the 7 series For the sixth game

All the right moves Like my name was Hitchmane

No time to get hitched Playa, so I switched names

Swervin’ in the burb Watch me switch lanes

And on and on...

Ooh, that’s a stupidomove, man.

Moving that one would be like your life, bro.

Crumbling all around your feet.

Ooh...

Ahh...

You see this piece right here?

This piece is like your life, bro.

Small, insignificant.

Just a building block...

Unh!

To my empire. Ha, ha, ha.

It’s nice to be out of that madhouse you were raised in.

So, what’s our play here?

Ah, God, that shit is getting so old.

Ha. It works every time.

Why did you run away from the Walkers?

I hated them, simple as that.

They made every decision for me growing up

until I finally made one of my own.

Plus, there might have been a boy.

Of course there was, you little minx.

Tell me more, details.

Joshua, he was also a Walker recruit.

When we were 17, we were sent to Israel for our final training.

Why there?

Marcus had a contact deeply imbedded in the Mossad.

We studied with him for 2 years, and then we ran away and...

We fell in love. Ha.

At least we thought we did.

We belonged to some very powerful people

who wanted us back.

It was never gonna work.

Aww, star-crossed lovers.

Yep, something like that.

Thing is, I didn’t want to go back.

Joshua was more fearful of the repercussions,

so as to not confuse him, I left him.

When I didn’t return, the Walkers put a price on my head.

If I wasn’t going back to them, I was against them.

They finally lifted the contract on one condition.

I had to pay them every dime they would have got

had they sold me.

So a portion of everything I earned went to them.

I called it my freedom tax.

What happened to Joshua?

I really don’t know.

Ready? Yeah.

Blast, everybody movin’, man Just groovin’

This shit ain’t fair, man.

It just ain’t.

We work in a goddamn pussy factory,

and they expect us not to pet them, stroke them, feed them?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re right, you’re right,

It ain’t fair, okay? It ain’t fair.

But you even talk to them,

and the Boss will gonna cut your little general

and gonna feed it to you with a side of plantains, okay?

So, holmes, look, but don’t touch.

It’s a goddamn pussy museum.

Makes a brother so horny.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Fuck.

Go.

Hola, nina bonita. Hi.

I’m like, so sorry to bother you, but I can’t find my Bacon.

And I’ve been calling like, "Bacon, Bacon!"

Whoa, whoa. What is Bacon?

Well, Bacon’s my dog. And he like totally ran off.

Hmm, big dog, huh? Big angel.

But a car backfired and it spooked him,

and I need to call my girlfriend for help, but my cell died.

Such a shame, huh? Yeah, isn’t it?

No. Unh!

Come on, Roxie, what’s taking you so long?

Would you look at this?

Early Christmas.

Santa just delivered us a dumbass turista,

right in our front door.

Oh.

I want you to be awake

for everything that’s about to happen to you.

Can I get some diet coke with that?

Looks like we got ourselves a little firecracker.

Mm-hmm.

What do you think, boys? Should we take turns?

Or should we go all at once?

Um, actually, uh...

C-Can we get rid of this?

It’s like, kind of killing the mood.

I think I might just fall in love with you.

Oh, really?

Because I already have a really cute nickname for you.

Oh, what’s that, baby?

Shithead.

Shit!

God.

What the hell happened? I don’t know.

Things got a little rapey.

Does this mean we can finally retire the shit bag?

I guess.

ROXIE: Go, go, go, go.

Damn it.

Safety first.

Really? Really.

Who do you work for?

El-- El-- El...

Oh, great. We got a stutterer.

El Mariposa?

Is that what you’re trying to say?

Si. Si.

Yes, that’s the sea.

Tell me something I don’t know.

He’s saying yes.

What does he look like? How do we get to him?

I don’t know. Nobody knows. He’s a ghost.

I just sell the drugs.

Take money to...

Who? Who do you take the money to?

Who do you take the money to?

Arturo Felix.

Oh, shit.

Well, do you think Arturo Felix could be El Mariposa?

Let’s find out.

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