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Previously on Cleaners...

El Mariposa runs

one of the most successful cartels in the Caribbean.

This is the location of one of the cartel's

local distribution points. Hi.

We want you to infiltrate.

Get any intel that gets you further up the chain.

Who do you take the money to?

Arturo Felix.

See that map with all the dots spread across it?

That's a compiled list of Mother's known safe houses.

Time to start kicking down some doors, compadre.

Mother, 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 some place safe. - Mother?

Hello, Father.

Uh, this is Sister Maria.

She pretty much comes standard with the building.

Sister Maria, this is Eileen.

She will be staying here for a short while.

She loves her novelas.

So much so, she's convinced Jesus himself

is on the writing staff.

She's deaf, I see. Excuse me?

She's obviously deaf.

No, she's just a little hard of hearing.

Anyway, I will let you two get further acquainted.

Thank you very much.

Motherfu--

I never expected you to still be here.

Oh, I honestly never expected to stay this long.

Seeing you makes me realize how long it's been.

Twenty-one years.

God.

We were just kids in a world we had no place being in.

I don't know.

Black market dealings, swindling, corruption,

unsanctioned assassinations and blackmail

is a world I feel pretty much at home in.

Oh, come on. Tell me you don't miss it.

The excitement, the thrill of the game.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't.

but I've been wearing these robes so long

they seem to fit me better than any gun holster ever did.

Wow. You really went deep into this cover.

So deep I came out the other side.

That's heavy. Look...

I know that's all it was meant to be,

a cover while I was sent on kill strikes throughout the region,

but once that work dried up, I just couldn't leave.

I fell in love with this place, the people, with a life.

With God?

Yeah.

Maybe. I don't know.

Pretty sure the big guy doesn't want

someone with my dark past in his flock,

but I did find something here I never had before.

What? Boredom?

Faith.

Maybe not spiritually or in a religious sense, but...

I found a faith in humanity.

I mean, look around.

Look at these people. They don't have much.

They never have, they never will.

But every day they wake up, they work hard.

They play hard, they laugh hard.

Simple things, Mother.

They weren't designed to be so...complicated.

Does that mean I can't buy you a drink?

Come on. Who's mi papi? Who's mi papi?

All right. Well, I guess wine isn't out of the question.

Arturo Felix?

Ay.

Maybe asking every local we come by

if they know Arturo Felix is not making the best use

of what little time we have left.

Hey, do you have a better idea?

Because I don't see too many internet cafes,

and I'm not going back to the loony tunes that raised you.

Hey, hey, hey! Arturo Felix?

Whoa. Hey, my eyes are up here, amigo.

Arturo Felix.

Si, si. Arturo Felix. I know.

Care for a little drinky?

Is that altar wine?

What, is that bad?

You can't drink wine that's been consecrated by a priest.

Well, then it's lucky for us you're not really a priest, hm?

So here's to twenty-one years ago.

Before you went and got all religious on me.

Cheers. Hm.

Mm.

Mm...

Why don't you walk away from it all?

Heh. From the life.

Like you did?

Oh, for me,

it's more complicated than finding faith

and slipping away.

You were a hired gun.

Me? I'm a fixer.

It's not so easy.

As someone once said to me,

"If you want to leave this game,

the only shadow that should follow you out

should be your own."

I got lots of little shadows nipping at my heels.

Shadows fade.

You just have to be patient and let them go.

Let those girls go.

They tried to kill me. And you did them.

Revenge clings to the human psyche

the same way that a taste for fast food does.

As gratifying as the initial feeling is,

it never brings relief.

So, what are you saying?

I should just stay here?

I'll protect you.

We both will.

Come on, Barnes, have one.

Ooh-whee!

No, thank you. Some of us are working.

Ugh. I gotta call Phillip.

Hey, hey, pinot grigio.

Really?

Why don't you just give it to me in a pouch?

This place is bullshit.

I do not agree. Dos mas! Ha-ha-ha!

You've reached the voicemail of Agent Clarence Phillips.

Leave a message.

I gotta tell you, Clarence.

I think it's about time you updated the old database.

Because we've been at this for a solid day.

And all we've turned over are family houses,

whore houses,

and shit houses.

Aw...

No goddamn safe houses. Now, we have four places left.

If mother is not at one of these final places,

I'm done. It's over. Oh, and by the way,

I figured out what CIA stands for.

It stands for "Crappy Intel, Asshole."

I had to repair it, you know.

What?

The confessional.

After that time.

I mean, we totally wrecked it.

You totally wrecked me.

Starting to feel like there's nothing much safe

about this house anymore.

I'm starting to feel the same way.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Just stay put in here and keep calm.

I'll deal with this.

Are you sure it was him? Yes.

I don't know, maybe.

He had this hat though... Oh, my God.

Five were found dead in what is believed to have been

a distribution house of the El Mariposa cartel.

I swear it was him. Shh!

One was apparently stabbed with a knife,

hidden inside a bag of dog feces.

CSI said they had never seen anything like this before.

They think this was a professional hit

from a rival cartel. Huh.

Well, what are you so chipper about?

This is no time to be chipper.

That's the girls. That job, they did that.

How do you know? Knife in the shit bag?

I taught them that.

- Carlos. - Mother.

I got a lead for you.

Can I help you, my son?

Oh, Jesus. Shit.

Uh, whoa. Sorry, Father.

Uh, pardon my French.

I'm sure the man upstairs has more important things

on his mind than a little blue language.

I'm sure he does.

So, uh, services are done, and I was about to close the doors.

Of course. Well, listen,

I don't want to be a pain in the--

You know what. Ha-ha. But, you see, I was in the area,

and I saw this magnificent building.

You see, I'm writing a book on Spanish Colonial churches.

And, uh, I was just wondering,

could you perhaps show me around a little?

Absolutely.

Who am I to deny you a quick tour

when your intentions are so noble? Ha-ha.

Sister, please be quiet.

Be quiet.

Listen, it always ends up the same.

He leaves her for the best of the puta.

Now, silencio, por favor.

Silencio.

And we culminate with God's very own canvas to eternity.

Remarkable.

So with the exception of a few odd repairs here and there,

all of this is in original condition.

Please, feel free to take photos for your book.

Oh, I wish I had brought my camera with me.

I just had no idea I'd stumble upon such a treasure.

Well-- What's in there?

Uh...

Oh. Nothing that would interest those editors of yours.

I can assure you.

My sleeping quarters, candle storage, et cetera.

Oh, so you live here alone?

No, I have three roommates. Oh, really?

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Oh!

I'll let you get back to your Godly duties.

Thank you so much for your time.

And don't forget to come back and take some photos.

I so do hope we end up in your final product.

Which roommate is that?

That--

It's a goddamn safe house.

How'd he find us? What does he want?

Just shut up and start running. - Ow!

Shut up. You're driving me crazy.

Mother, stop!

Original, my ass.

Gloria, Gloria

Gloria, Gloria

Joseph, Mary.

We're back.

Put your hands in the air.

Come on. Turn around.

Frank! What a surprise. How nice to see you.

Eileen, what are you doing here? Well--

You know what? I don't even care. Get on your knees.

Both of you. But this is Gucci.

Get on your knees! Really?

Oh. Jesus.

Give me your hands. Give me your hands!

Ooh! You're so like, "Grr! Give me your hands."

We're old friends, aren't we, Frank?

No, no. I don't-- Frank is that-- Ow! Ow!

Was that--? Aah! Shots!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Who's shooting at us?

Aw, it's mi grande papi. We're in good shape.

Now listen. You do exactly what he says when he gets here.

Stop babbling. Let's get out of here alive.

A good shepherd always protects his flock.

Shit, shit, shit.

Jesus Christ.

Come, come.

Arturo Felix, right? Come, come.

Come, come, come.

See? Arturo Felix. See?

Aw, goddamn it.

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