All language subtitles for The Accountant 2

[SOUND]

Okay, let me ask you to keep
us all up, keep us all up.

[APPLAUSE] Who's
gonna win the money?

Show me.

[APPLAUSE] It's time
for one right now.

Who's gonna beat the world?

[APPLAUSE] Okay,
let's get started.

Right now.

[MUSIC]

Here's the first ball.

It is gonna be I-17,
the Dancing Queens.

How many Dancing Queens do
we have out there tonight?

[APPLAUSE] Right.

This is the ring. She's been in the
age of making the weight. [MUSIC]

This is gonna be
B-4, not F-door.

B-4, not F-door.

[MUSIC]

She there.

Oh yeah, she's here.

I'm king still inside.

He sure is.

Like a little lamb.

I want the dicks cleared,
cop, both of them, instead.

Watch, wait, and I'll
report back, Burke.

[MUSIC]

It's gonna be G-56.

What is she worth it?

G-56, what is she worth it?

[MUSIC]

And 41.

Okay.

A little bit.

Our next ball.

I'm lucky.

I'm not fighting again.

I'm lucky to some.

This is always a fun one.

G-46 up to tricks.

They've got lots
of them over there.

[MUSIC]

41, and 41, six,
we're tied for one.

And 41.

And our next ball is B-10.

Hello there, king.

Anise.

Please have a seat.

[MUSIC]

You have a job for me.

Yeah.

Here, let me have.

This is Gino and Edith
Sanchez, their son Alberto.

They left El Salvador
to come to the U.S.

Alberto would be 13 now.

There's five there.

I don't kill children.

The what?

Turn your hearing aid up.

I do with adults.

I don't kill children.

Yeah, no, no.

They disappeared.

I was hired to find
them by her father.

I just... I need you to help me.

I mean, you're really
the only person who can.

You see, I'm semi-retired now,

I'm only taking cases
that mean something to me.

What do you want, king?

Anise.

Do you know what acquired
savant syndrome is?

No.

But I know there
are men outside,

the kind that sleep at
their portraits in Africa,

the Middle East.

They didn't follow me.

Okay, they're gonna
come after me.

When they do, get out of here.

[music]

[music]

Fuck me.

[music]

[music]

Fuck.

[music]

[music]

[music]

[music] [music]

Deputy Director Medina's office.

Director Medina, I have the
LAPD on the phone for you.

Okay, cheers.

You have two Herman
Millers and a steel case.

Thanks.

[phone rings]

This is Mary Beth Medina.

Yep.

Wait, what?

Repeat that?

Describe him, please.

No, um...

I understand.

He didn't share what he
was working on with you?

No, uh, I knew we'd
put up a PI shingle,

but we fell out of touch.

So no money problems
that you're aware of?

No.

They didn't come this way.

[music]

Raymond King.

He was the deputy
director of FinCEN.

My boss.

He said they didn't find
anything on him, no law.

No, he might have, but it took
us a little while to get there.

Things have a tendency
of disappearing.

Well, how'd you know to call me?

His cell phone.

You were his in case
of emergency contact.

Why'd you ask if he was
having money problems?

What's the difference between
dressy casual and business casual?

Both means leave your cargo
shorts and flip flops at home.

I don't own cargo shorts,
and I don't own flip flops.

Go.

Thoughts?

What?

Next.

What art does he have?

How much does he owe?

Rivera, of course.

What's the remainder
of the receivables?

They are the rest in the New
Zealand accounts and in France,

and the remainder in
harbors endowment.

Nash. Anything else?

Don't wear your black suit.

It makes you look
like a mortician.

Well, welcome to the 13th
annual Boise Romance Festival.

You all are here for one reason.

To make a connection, meet that
special someone and find love.

OPS, don't forget to pick up your
free romance festival t-shirt.

Ooh, a $25 value there.

Yeah.

So since most of you are first
timers, let's recap how this works.

You answered a battery of questions
designed to express your wants,

needs, hopes, and desires.

We then used our
proprietary mathematical

algorithm to search
for your 10 best fits.

That same algorithm in 12
previous festivals has resulted in

53 million!

That's all right.
Give it up for them.

Now, no names were sent to you,
only the ID numbers and photos

ranked in order of connectivity.

No early online
searches allowed.

You'll each spend five minutes per day,
then unlimited time later in the day.

Oh, ladies! It's
not a competition.

No, there's plenty of time to
get to your first date last.

Hold your order!

Um, okay, go ahead, go on.
Go meet that special someone!

Godspeed.

Yes.

And I have non-denominational.

Hi.

Hello.

Um, I'm Anne Renee, and I just
love, love, love accountants.

Oh, well, that's a coincidence.

Yeah.

Um, do you believe in
love at first sight

that there's someone
we're meant to be with?

A soulmate?

Oh, no, that's an
absurd childish notion.

And of course that's not real.

What do you mean you reverse
engineered our algorithm?

I data mined the top
online dating apps and

mapped a battery of your
questions against theirs.

And?

I built my own dating algorithm.

Oh, the question of whether or not there's
such a thing as love or it's simply an

electrical, neurochemical process that
takes place in the brain is up for debate.

Have a good day.

I scraped the data clusters for
the likeliest date-producing words.

Wait, date-producing words?

Yes.

For example, women claim
to value commitment and

stability, but they swipe for
dangerous and exciting. Sexy bad boys.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm doing really well.

Lori.

Yeah, Lori.

Is that a nickname or
short for anything?

No, it's just Lori.

Oh.

I assigned numerical values to your
questions by tokenizing them in an embedding

matrix and generating a
predictive model for the

most effective answers, which
I provided without lying.

My last boyfriend spent every
weekend golfing with his friends.

Do you spend a lot
of time with friends?

No, not at all.

No.

I have no friends.

No friends.

Um, pet?

I identified misleading profile photos as
a top complaint across all dating apps.

Women lie about weight and age.

Men lie about height and age.

So I adjusted my photo
and smiled accordingly.

Oh, my God.

I like camping. A lot.

So do I.

Yeah. I thought I saw an
Airstream in one of your photos.

Yes, that's my home.

Uh...

That's where I live.

Oh, permanently.

Well, as long as I'm live, none of
us are living anywhere permanently.

Okay. This is just a husk.

Eventually, this body
will be a corpse.

And the best part is
you don't have to amend

your tax return for unclaimed
depreciation, which...

Sure, no. It's very meaningful.

Not only does it have that unintended
benefit, but the best part is that you don't

have to amend your tax return
for unclaimed depreciation.

And I will share this with
you, even though it's, well,

it's a bit of a trade secret,
albeit not a proprietary one,

but the best part is
that you don't have to

amend your tax return for
unclaimed depreciation.

Yeah. Um, how about
something else? Um, kids?

Your... 44?

Um, 45.

Well, I suppose
anything's possible.

Oh, God.

I just mean mathematically.

You game the system?

I optimized my profile.

Whole wall covered
top to bottom.

The interesting
thing you ever saw.

Maps, post-it
notes, sicko photos.

Like something out of one of those
"let's catch us a pervert" shows.

[door opens]

Busy little bee, wasn't he?

What did you do with this stuff?

Oh, we didn't throw it away.

Couldn't rent it like that.
All those nasty photos he had.

[door opens]

How long was he here?

Two months. Next payment
was due yesterday.

[door opens]

They're in. How much?

[door opens]

He okay? I'm okay.

[door closes]

[music]

[phone rings]

Harbor Neuroscience Academy?

Yeah, this is Deputy Director
Martina, US Treasury Department.

Is there a Christian
Wolf on staff?

I'm sorry ma'am, no.

Okay, how about Carl Gauss?

Or Charles Babbage?

Lewis Carroll? Lou, maybe?

This is Harbor
Neuroscience Academy.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Do you have any employees,
maybe female British accent?

What's this a reference to?

About a former student whose
father was in the military.

The student records this field.

I'm the after-hours
receptionist.

I need to call back tomorrow when there's
someone here who can answer that for you.

I need to talk to the
handler of the accountant.

I know she's listening, and
I know he listens to her.

Excuse me?

My name is Mary Beth Medina. I'm
staring at a pile of homicide photos,

maps of Central America,
Mexico, pizza receipts, and...

I'm pretty sure I'm staring at a
photo of her boss. I need his help.

Hanging up now.

The Great King
has been murdered.

[whistling]

Okay, let's see.

Ten, eight, give you seven.

Ten, eight, seven. A pound?

A pound? A sushi grade two.

Come on, it's not sushi grade.

Burke, it's sushi grade.

It's bruised. No fad on. It's
not sushi grade at all. Come on.

Take it or leave it.

Dickie inside.

He'll give you your money like
last week and the week before you.

Fuck her. Yeah, yeah.

Tony, come on!

Sit down.

Okay, okay.

Four pro hitters.

Couldn't take out one woman.

How is that possible?

Technically, two hitters. Two
and after King, two took her.

Three. Counting you.

Man, have a clean shot.

Oh.

She knows we're after
her instead of King.

No chance. How you figure?

We're above ground.
Problem solved.

By your own logic, if she wanted
to kill you, she would have.

Relax, boss. She
don't remember you.

Yet.

What the fuck does that mean?

She showed up a
couple of years ago.

The three men I was negotiating with
had pissed off the wrong people.

So let's talk about our success.

Your ships, my boats.

Twenty miles out to sea.

No Los Angeles port.

Just you.

[ Laughter ]

And she didn't recognize you.

No.

But one day she remembers
who I am and what I did.

And my whole world
turns to shit.

You fly to Fort Worth tonight.

No more Ray Kings. Okay.

No more private investigators.

I don't want to get out
of the shower one day

and find a human
chainsaw waiting for me.

[ Door opens ]

[ Wind howling ]

[ Clears throat ]

[ Clears throat ]

[ Wind howling ]

I cough loudly twice.

No, please don't do that.

You're Christian Wolfe.

You're Mary Beth Medina.

That'll make you nervous.

You're an escaped convict,
trained by mob accountants,

your clients are drug cartels,

money launderers,
thermal warlords.

Is that a yes?

I saw a video of you
killing men in Brooklyn.

I was in Chicago
eight years ago.

It was Ray.

Living robotics.

I saw all the dead bodies,
heard the chanting.

Solomon Grundy,
born on a Monday.

What can I do for
you, Miss Medina?

Do you like puzzles, Mr. Wolfe?

I don't know if this
is one case for ten.

I do know Ray was nearly broke.

I found that photo in
between the seat cushions

at the tavern Ray was at
the night he was killed.

Three men were also shot
to death inside the tavern,

one struck by a car outside.

All ex-Chalane Special
Forces left out a brigade.

Was Ray capable of that?

No, he was not.

Dmitry Ishenko, throat
slit in a Moscow hotel,

Moshiyuts, car bomb, Jerusalem.

We have an ID the rest.

Armando Reyes, Mexico City,

Bosan Rinal, Istanbul,
Santino, Zambiaire, Naples.

Must have been quite the fall.

The fall didn't kill him.

It was the abrupt stop.

It's a joke.

Why are you helping me?

Lucas, you asked me.

[MUSIC PLAYING] [DOOR SLAMS]

Okay, so we've got four
dead mercs in the morgue.

Pomicides, tax returns,

Mexico, drain schedule,

pizza, fish, family photo,

and a trashed Toyota.

So how does this all connect?

What are you doing?

Waiting.

For?

Well, for you to finish.

Finish what?

I don't know.

Whatever it is that, um,

that you're an adult. Whatever it is that,
um, that you're in the process of doing.

So you can?

Do what I need to do.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[CLEARS THROAT]

You might seek medical attention
for the snoring problem.

Coffee?

Um, I don't snore, so...

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

Nothing's where it was.

Well, your brain, most brains,

when confronted with
ambiguous visual data,

seek subconsciously to arrange
it in a pattern that's familiar,

but that's not the pattern
we're looking for here.

Right.

Okay, um,

what pattern are we looking for?

Survival probability.

They...

started...

here, Central America.

Okay.

How do we know them?

His tattoo, Barrio 18,

Izalco Prison, El Salvador.

They're at war with MS-13.

When they reached the border of
Mexico, they boarded this train.

Well, no, that's a freight
train, not a passenger train.

It's the death train. Families
ride on the roof, not in the cars.

It's the surest way to avoid
immigration checkpoints.

When they arrived
at Mexico City,

they would have typically
headed to one of three areas

to cross into Texas
and the United States.

The Paso, the Rio, the Cowan.

In this case, they crossed the
Rio Grande, and the Macauan.

Why Macauan?

A gallon of water
weighs eight pounds.

A human being requires between one
and a half and two gallons of water

a day to survive in the desert,

so that's 36 to 48 pounds a person not
carrying a five-year-old has to carry.

Here's her son at five.

In this photograph, he
looks to be about 13.

Edith arrived in Los Angeles and
claimed work at Studio's Pizza.

Hold on. Um, Edith?

Edith Sanchez.

No, you can't possibly know
that this woman in the photo

is the same Edith
Sanchez on these 1040s.

Yes, it's a certainty.

She claimed one
dependent, a child.

Of the three 1040s, she filed two
head incomes of roughly $15,000.

The third was $60,250.

It's twice as much in one year
than the previous two combined.

Yes, that's not
the strangest part.

She checked married
but filed separately.

If she filed jointly, she could
have taken advantage of the child

and dependent care exemption.

Four times as much
money in the third year,

checks married, filed separately,
has a child, and no child care.

A list of various clients
over the last 18 months

shows six names, only one
with a Latino surname,

Emiliano "Emmy" Gonzalez,
Fort Worth, Texas.

So if Emmy was Edith's father,
why didn't you call for help?

I have no way of knowing that.

Do you have any
influence on the IRS?

Keep an eye on the loading dock.

Keep an eye on the loading dock.

What's with the muscle?

You don't spend much time
in Los Angeles, do you?

I'm not a fan of getting
pistol whipped and robbed.

No, I don't remember any Edith.

Sorry, can't help you.

Jeanette, what do you got?

What do you got?

That's great.

Mm-hmm.

Why would an employee not
take all the exemptions

she's eligible for?

Because she's dumb?

Because she doesn't
look like you?

Neither one.

I don't see people
as legal or illegal.

I see them as human beings,
and I give them a chance.

Anything else?

No, sir. Thanks for your time.

You're welcome.

Two-thirds of your business
is takeout, correct?

Got my tax reports, huh?

You people.

That's right. Two-thirds.

Ask me anything.

Unit cost, payroll, promotions.

You name it, I know
where every dime goes.

Last year's earnings
before interest taxes,

depreciation and compensation.

42.9 million.

You claim 41.9 million.

Keep reading, EF Hutton.

A million in charitable
contributions to homeless shelters.

Let's go.

Setting aside the amateur
nature of this preparation,

considering you could have
detected considerably more

from your taxable income,

what is the most frequently
ordered size of pizza?

Large, 90%.

Large pizza is $17.35,

which accounts for
$1,484,315 large pizzas.

What's your point?

Your paper costs for $360,000,

which only accounts for
900,000 large pizza boxes.

You are making my head hurt.

It's considerably less
than the aforementioned

$1,484,315 large pizzas.

Right, that's because
we do it by the slice.

By the slice? Yeah.

Impossible.

You're fraudulently claiming
more income than you're receiving

in order to conceal income
from another source.

What is it?

I'm fucking rodent.

Now wait just a second.

I take time out of my busy day to
answer your silly-ass questions

and you got the balls to
accuse me of money laundering?

Ah! Yes!

[all yelling]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting] [crashing]

[grunting]

You're laundering money.
Where is it coming from?

Federal agents, stay
back. Everything's fine.

You're washing money.

Do you remember where it's coming
from or it'll dislocate your shoulder?

It's quite painful.

Chris, that's enough.

[screaming]

I told you.

No! Fuck!

I don't traffic those girls.

No, I swear to
God, I get a call.

I get a call, the cash comes in.

I know where they... they
use the motel or two.

Please. Who is them?

I don't know. Ask
one of the girls.

What motel?

I can't...

What motel?

City center downtown.

Who's your contact?

Please, no.

Who's your contact?

[screaming]

Who's your contact?

I don't...

[grunting]

You should go.

[grunting] Were you dropped
on your head as a child?

I feel that's not
really your question.

You know, I work for
a government agency.

I don't torture people.

You didn't.

I'm the deputy director
of Fincense, so I can't...

I know. I put you there.

You and Ricky.

You know, a British woman
calls and gives me tips.

So criminals, which is what you
are, give law enforcement...

that's me... tips every day.

If by tips you mean names,
dates, acts, account numbers,

routing numbers,
yes, I give you tips.

You know, I'm not like you.

I can't just break the
law when it suits me.

No more violence.

I need to take what he gave us
and work our way up the chain.

That's how this is done.

Maybe the bureau has an agent
in this office they can spare.

I may know someone.

[music playing]

[music playing] [music playing]

Hello.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hello.

Hi.

Hey, Margaret.

It's... Margaret.

Hey.

Ye fucking... come on.

Hi, Margaret.

It's Braxton.

Hello... hi.

Hello, Margaret.

You fucking... fucking stop.

OK, hello?

Hello.

Hello.

Margaret, it's Braxton.

I was just...

Motherfucker.

Motherfucker, just
fucking do it.

Fucking do it.

You fucking do it.

You fucking pussy.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, Margaret.

Hey, Margaret.

It's... it's... fuck me.

What are you fucking
scared of, man?

What are we even talking about?

I hear what we're talking about.

Two weeks.

This is... it's 14... 14 days
in the life, in his life.

In his life.

You even know what his name is?

It's Craig.

He... he's my Craig.

He is mine.

Of course he's gonna
sleep with me, of course.

You want a bottle?

I got a... I got a bottle.

I... I got a bottle.

A bottle.

I can... I can... I can...
I can... I can... I can...

I can connect with... with...

Should you stop me, yeah

Or I get so old

Come on.

Margaret, it's Braxton.

Yeah, me again.

You... you got me
there, Margaret.

Listen, I, uh, you know, I was
thinking about our last conversation,

and I have gone ahead and decided
that I'm going to swing on through

and pick up the pup on Thursday.

Yeah, nope.

Weaned at eight weeks.

No, you made that...

You made that abundantly
clear, Margaret.

Nope, and I... I'm fully
aware it's only been six.

But, you know, a Corgi is an
enormously smart dog, Margaret, and...

[indistinct]

Fair enough.

I just... not sure that I'm able
to wrap my head around the logic

of building a bond between
a puppy and its mother

when it's literally never gonna
see the mother again, right?

I mean, why not take
that precious two weeks

and build a bond between
the owner and its pup

when they're gonna spend the
rest of their lives together...

Well, no, but that's... that's...
that's... that's where the...

the bottle-feeding
component comes in.

[indistinct]

[sighs]

Okay.

Hey, Jesus.

Yeah, you really...

Yelling at me, Margaret.

Yeah.

[indistinct]

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay. Yeah, see.

See you in two weeks.

Yep, perfect.

Bye-bye.

[music playing]

Ow!

[music playing]

Fuck you!

[music playing]

Fuck you!

[music playing] [vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

So tell me about you.

What do you... what do you
do when you're not doing

whatever it is you do?

You got any hobbies?

What do you call them?

I don't know, you
bake or... or...

you fish?

No?

You don't fish?

No?

I like to read.

Maybe...

you garden?

[music playing]

[vocalizing]

Film?

Movies.

[vocalizing]

You got a favorite?

[vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

[vocalizing]

Wizard of Oz?

Oz?

[chuckles]

Want to hear a
little Oz Fun Fact?

A little dog, Toto?

Yeah.

Its real name was Terry.

Terry the dog.

Terry the dog, man.

125 bucks a week on Oz.

You know what the
little people made?

Played the Munchkins?

50 bucks.

Is that a travesty
of justice or what?

Sometimes I like to think about
those little people, you know?

Put yourself in their shoes.

But they sat around with
their little people friends,

looking at Terry.

Hey, this motherfucker.

You know, this guy's making
twice as much as we are.

I don't remember Terry doing any
song and dance numbers to you.

[music playing]

What do you want?

Braxton, hi. Hello, it's
me. Chris, your brother.

I know it's you.

You can't tell from the tone of
my voice that I know it's you.

Oh, well, you sound hostile.

What do you want?

I need your help.

Ah, goodbye.

[phone beeping]

Braxton?

[chuckles]

Unbelievable.
Unbelievable. You just...

Motherf...

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck?

All right.

Well, the last time
that I did help you,

it nearly cost me my career.
Are you aware of that?

You sound angry. Me? Why?

Yes, you're goddamn
right. I'm angry.

I'm angry because year
after year I call.

It's always me reaching
out, and it's never you.

And now, just out of
the blue, you call.

And why? Because what?
You... you need my help?

How about... how
about just calling?

How about just calling
to shoot the shit?

Hey, man, how you doing?

How have you been?
Merry Christmas.

Happy birthday, V.
What about that one?

I bet it's not your birthday.
Birthday's November 11th.

Aye, you dumb dumb. I know
it's not my fucking birthday.

That's at the fucking
point of what I'm...

What do you want?

Can you be in Los Angeles,
California, in 24 hours?

Braxton? Hello?

[phone ringing] Braxton?

[music playing]

[sighs]

This used to hurt me.

I'm sorry, but...

Don't... hurt me.

Why would you say that to
me? What if I'd done you?

Have I done anything at all
that would give you the idea

that I would do something to hurt
you? Why would you say that to me?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

Yeah, man.

It makes two of us trying
to have a conversation.

You kind of suck at
some conversations.

I mean, I know there's a
language barrier, but holy shit,

it's not so fucking confusing
what I'm saying to you.

Don't give a fuck

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

For his mother

Whoa, how

If

How is my favorite song

Why would you stop me?

Whoo

Oh, I do something wrong

[wind howling]

Can't seem to find an
office chair like...

They're all so
uncomfortable, you know?

[wind howling]

You know, actually,
it's not the chair.

I think maybe it's what you
said about putting me there.

I don't feel like
I've earned the job.

Maybe you need more
lumbar support.

Costco has an excellent
line of chairs.

Right, support to lower back.

Never mind.

So is your brother up
to speed on the case?

Yes.

When was the last
time you saw him?

Eight years ago, in Chicago.

Younger brother or...?

I'm two years
older than Braxton.

He doesn't...

Is there something wrong?

He's just often very
angry at me for no reason.

He's fine.

Well, I'm sure he'll
be happy to see you.

Well...

I get it. I have a sibling, too.

Maybe thank him
for coming to help.

Tell him how glad
you are to see him.

It's just been my experience that
people want to be appreciated, you know?

Oh, that's him.

Hello, Braxton.

This is pretty.

Who are you?

I am Mary Beth Medina, Deputy Director
of Financial Crimes Enforcement.

Fed, you suffer a stroke.

You're upset.

We're working
together, so whatever

profession you're in, I
currently have zero interest.

Currently, huh?

Hey, gosh, that's great to hear.

Talk to you for a second.

(Sniffles)

So it's been a minute, yeah?

Eight years, uh, two months.

That's right.

You look good, Chris.

I think so, too. I...

Braxton, thank you for coming.
I'm really glad you're here.

Did you tell you to say that?

Yeah.

All right.

You gotta squirt.

Well, just, Braxton, should
we go over the plan again?

What are you doing?

Let me just take a piss, yeah?

Okay, and then we'll
talk about the plan.

You care what they look like?

Nah.

How many?

I sent them up.

Appreciate it.

I'm not ready.

(Speaking Spanish)

My time's money, right?

Is that word that...

I'll send you an invoice.

Okay. Fair.

See how fair you think it is when
you get the bill there, hotshot.

Oh, it's okay. I'm
sure I can afford it.

I'm sure I can have her a date.

Braxton.

Braxton.

Braxton, don't repeat me.

Braxton, don't...

Braxton, you know, I don't...
Braxton, I'm asking you nicely.

Braxton, I'll...

That's right.

All right, go.

Just go stand over there,
all right? Don't be scary.

Let me do the talking.

Ladies.

(Speaking Spanish)

Hola.

Make yourself at home.

(Speaking Spanish)

Hello.

You must be the wild one, huh?

(Speaking Spanish)

You don't rearrange the
furniture. Is A-okay?

It's just, uh, okay.

Let's just get
this over with now.

(Speaking Spanish)

Too bad, they did not...

(Speaking Spanish)

Thank you, ladies.

Now, me and my friend
here, we were, uh...

We were just talking.

Just maybe you could
settle something for us.

Now, what happens? You
walk into a room like this.

Two guys sitting here, all
right, waiting for you.

What happens if things turn bad?

Now, look, it's... it's not us.

We're as tame as a tulip, okay?

I'm just wondering what happens if
somebody puts their hands on you,

the way you don't like, if...

Maybe we don't let you leave.

I imagine there's
somebody you call,

a situation like that, right?

Somebody whose job it
is to show up here,

make sure you guys are okay.

Now, I want to be completely clear.
I'm not interested in names here.

I could care less
what his name is.

Just... what would it take for
me to get that certain somebody

to show up here?

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

Juarez is none of your business.

Amanos.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

That's your money. You take it.

Amano.

Thank you, ladies.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

It'll take a lot more than this

to get away from those people.

Okay. Okay.

Come on, Mr. I can't
afford to pay the lady.

I'm risking my life.

Really? Oh.

There we go.

No maso de real meen.

Understood.

Are you gonna hurt him?

Would you... Would
you like us to?

Please.

Okay.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Okay.

Gracias.

El groomed to 35.

Okay.

Look like...

Accountants.

Uh...

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Okay, boys. Bye.

Thank you.

I don't have kids.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Phone rings ]

[ Phone rings ]

[ Phone rings ]

[ Phone rings ]

Sarkis. Hey, it's Mary Beth.

What do you got for me?

Trough cam footage.

Sharing my screens with you now.

Only two camera
angles in that area.

King enters.

He's inside 45 minutes.

Figure gunshots here.

Police stampedes.

Nothing.

Shooter could be anybody.

King exits 90 seconds later.

Any luck calling
Emiliano Gonzalez,

guy on race client list?

Eat his father. Yes and no.

[ Phone rings ]

Nazales, residence.

Emiliano Gonzalez there.

He is a no.

Mr. Gonzalez had
reported his daughter

and young family
missing seven years ago.

What happened to him?

Cartels kidnap
migrants for ransom

or for sale to traffickers.

What if they can't
ransom her soul?

[ Ticking ]

You get this.

Jena Sanchez.

I got to call you back.

[ Knocking on door ]

Got my fucking bitches, asshole.

Full disclosure, assholes.

Mariela!

It's just in the back
getting fresh stuff.

Mariela!

Hey, come on, man. We
got Wi-Fi and everything.

Come on in, man. Mariela!

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Phone rings ]

Guess I hit him
harder than I thought.

It was a lie. Yeah. Get my shit.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

What, are we kidnappers now?

Kinnapper? That's
pretty harsh, isn't it?

I'm really, um...

We detained him for questioning.

Uh, no. We have no
right to detain anyone.

This man may know
who killed Ray King.

Do you want to know
who he knows or not?

I-I-If the cops stop me,

if they search the
trunk, what then, genius?

Hello, Dreambird.

Do you have my location? Yes.

I need green lights from
here to Victory Boulevard,

and please call in a fake
robbery ten blocks south of here

to distract the police until Mary
Beth gets safely home to the Airbnb.

Yeah. Anything else?

I need to know who Ray
King was beating with.

Okay. Pretty good, now?

It's okay.

We eat something. Taco Bell.

There we go.

Good morning, boys and girls.

Who wants to brute force
the city of Los Angeles?

We have Chris and his friend
joining us remotely this morning.

They would like us to find and
identify a person of interest.

Let's prepare to examine all
traffic and security cameras.

Okay, so I've been looking at
the footage home then sent.

Ray goes in, comes
out 45 minutes later.

We don't even know for sure if he
was there to meet anyone at all.

Why don't we just get that Tomas
guy to tell us where Cobb's at?

And how are we gonna
do that exactly?

If you just take out his eye,
right, you show it to him,

and then you just say you're
gonna take the other one out

unless he starts talking.

It works every time. It's
like a ten out of ten.

Nobody wants to be blind, right?

You show him the one eye,
they know you're serious.

Secure link is active.
It'll help the process.

Good morning. I've
warmed up the orchestra.

We are looking for
your person now.

Finding footage from
the day of the incident.

Isolating street cameras.

Look, my guy at Homeland, he has a
doctorate in computer science from Caltech.

Oh.

He can access every database
you can name and some you can't.

There were only two cameras
recording that night.

I'm sure the kids at Harbor are
bright, but we are wasting time.

Oh, look.

Here are the other cameras
you were looking for,

Deputy Director Medina.

You can unmute your mic now.

Everyone take a feed and look for
anything suspicious between 8 and 10 p.m.

Lane, let's see the front
entrance. Post gunfire.

Aiden, what's
happening in the back?

She's not hurrying.
She's not afraid.

Let's find her
before she arrived.

Check every alley and street.

Cover four square blocks
around Vermont on 19th.

She's hiding her face.

She knows where the cameras are.

Miles, reverse.

Pink jacket is taking a selfie.

Let's get that photo.

There's no way they can zoom in on
her phone screen from that angle.

They don't have to.
They'll identify the woman,

find likely passwords, hack into
the phone, and email the selfie.

Yeah, okay, sure.

Heavy, Si, would you like to bring
the normie up to speed, Chris?

That's what I would do.

Run facial scan for ID, please.

I got it. I got it.

Chris, Lane and Charles are
going head to head for this one.

[typing]

Hello, Pam. Let's get
to know each other.

Iowa, birthplace of the
world's first computer.

Let's pay Pam's a visit.

Aiden, that zip code is serviced
by Midwest Power & Energy.

We're entering from
the utility company.

They'll jump to an unsecured
printer on the network,

or we're smart to understand.

I'm not a rocket. My people.

There are more of us than you
think, Deputy Director Medina.

Skye, we need the password
to the smart home network.

Good morning, Iowa.
Good morning, Pam.

Let's not let Pam get
comfortable. This isn't right.

Lane, get her out of that chair,
and let's go find that photo.

Miles, have that page
ready when she comes back.

Charles, get into
her photo library.

[typing]

We can't do this.
Tell her to stop.

Chris, please explain to the normie
we need to finish what we've started.

Red light.

Aiden, your turn.

[doorbell rings]

Green light.

Tell her to stop.

Here she comes, red light.

Lane, let the
neighbors hear that TV.

Robbette butter.
All on the butter.

All that butter. All right.

All that butter. A
little bit of salt.

Mm-hmm.

Tell her to stop now.

Chris, enough. Stop.

Tell her to stop.

Stop this now.

Uh-uh-uh.

Here's her selfie.
Aiden, email photo.

It actually takes the
sweetness. Oh, I love that.

That's my greatest
Iowaan response.

Skye, get us out.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

It's so good.

[indistinct chatter]

Miles, enhance, please.

Running into pole
facial recognition.

[dramatic music]

It looks like she was the
last person to speak to Ray,

but she doesn't
want to be found.

Goodbye, dreamboat.

[sighs]

Why would Ray meet with someone
who killed all these people

to find a mother and child?

She didn't kill
all those people.

I'm just saying she definitely
didn't kill that one or...

that one right there, so...

How do you know that?

Just kind of throwing it
out there, that's all.

Just knowledge.

Educated guess.

That's all it is, really. He
has no way of knowing that.

Yeah, just...

It's hypothetical. True.

Stop talking. Okay.

Regardless. Oh, fuck no.

Uh...

I...

Do you often confess
to capital murder or...

I actually didn't say anything.

Did you think about it? I
literally made a gesture.

I didn't bother. Goodbye.
That's it. I'm out.

Okay, one moment, Mary Beth.

Please, for your time, one thing
that you may want to consider

is that some of those men
whose pictures were on the wall

may not have been killed were
likely very unsavory characters.

It doesn't fucking matter
if they're unsavory.

We don't get to decide
who lives and who dies.

Apparently I do.

The law is what separates
us from people like him.

It's been a pleasure
and an honor.

I hope we get to work
with each other again.

You take care and stay safe.

Fuck.

We have a problem.

Is it the man in
the trunk? It is.

Sounds like you got a
problem. Remove him, please.

And do it with him.

I'm going to the state's
attorney general.

Sure, I'm glad it's not my car.

You know what? I made
a mistake calling you.

Okay? I'm gonna do this myself.

Buy the book. No more lying.
No more breaking the law.

Tell the Brit no more tips.

And don't be here
when I get back.

If I see either of you again,
I'll have you arrested.

(SIREN WAILING)

Ms. Gutierrez, I'm confused.

The only thing that
my client is guilty of

is coming to the aid of
a young lady in distress,

after which he was attacked,
beaten, and kidnapped.

But instead of
pursuing these men,

you hold this cob individual
over my client's head,

threaten him with prison time,

amidst accusations
of human trafficking?

In what bizarro legal world

do you imagine getting
a grand jury indictment?

Funny.

Exactly what Ike
Studio's lawyer said

when I offered the same
plea deal to his client.

I do not know Mr. Studio.

Looks like your client does.

No. What you don't
see are the bite marks

on Studio's tongue and the rat.

It went into his mouth
when both were still alive.

No. And this is just a hunch.

I'm guessing Ike was more
important than a pimp.

What do you think
they'll do to you?

Okay. We're done here.

I should note Mr. Studio's
attorney is missing.

Enter out.

Ike watched the
fucking money, man.

The money made from
human trafficking?

Most are from Central America,

Mexico, like drugs, only better.

A good earner lasts
five, six years.

Mostly women, on their
backs, in the fields,

scrubbing toilets, some
men picking melons,

slaughterhouse kill floors.

Any job in America won't
fucking do in a machinecat.

Recognize him?

No.

This was taken eight years ago.

Oh, yeah.

Bitch has worked
a good man to Dad.

She threw down a few times, man.

She was too quiet, so...

didn't made work, by any means.

Your name is Edith.
Where is she?

She t-boned a car outside a
parking garage on Alvarado.

Four, five years ago?

So she's dead.

Oh. Heard she went through
the windshield, though.

Two seconds in for us.

What hospital?

Fuck what I know.

She had a father in Texas. Why
wouldn't you go to him for help?

Ask him.

We're asking you.

You put everything on the
record, you'll get immunity,

in exchange for your testimony.

Less chance.

Give me the fucking pen.

Fuck!

Get down!

Eighteen reported accidents within
the garage in the last five years.

None serious. None
on that level.

What street did the
garage exit out to?

Alvarado.

Thirty-two accidents
within a mile radius.

Three with serious
bodily injuries.

Any of those involve a
vehicle exiting a garage?

One.

Injuries.

One. Critical. An unidentified
woman. Soul occupant.

Hospital.

University Medical Center.

Vehicle.

Ugh.

Toyota Camry.

Color.

Blue.

Explore the medical
center's patient files.

They don't have kids.

I'm thank God for that.

What?

What?

The woman at the hotel says
that I don't have kids.

Yeah, I remember, man.

Gotta let it go already.

Well, I'm saying why is that significant?
Why is being a mother important?

Yeah, man, I don't think
you and I are really

authorities on the
importance of motherly love.

I hate to tell you.

This is it, huh?

Living on lunchbox.

It's quite comfortable.

So it was the Four Seasons.

Or a house.

Cheap like Poptetter and
Bark in a Tree, aren't you?

No, he wasn't cheap.
He was frugal.

He was frugal.

Yes.

Bullshit. Seven t-shirts. Seven
pairs of underwear and socks.

It's all I need.

A grown man wearing a Timex.
He was fucking pathetic.

Look at that.

See that?

Yes.

It's what morning
made in a year.

What do you think
you say about this?

I'd say at the same
time on his watch.

He probably would, wouldn't he?

Are you happy, Braxton?

Am I happy?

Yes.

Yeah, man, of course I'm
happy. Why wouldn't I be happy?

You're a transient. You
have no significant other.

You're completely
alone. No friends.

Nothing.

We talking about me or
we talking about you?

You ever thought about
why I'm alone, Chris?

You sure it's passive or selfish
or what are you swearing to?

I'm alone because I want to be
alone. I choose to be alone.

I don't have anybody that I
got an answer to, you know?

Check in with.

I travel the world. I
stay at five-star hotels.

I do what I want when I want and
have gun will travel, motherfucker.

I mean, yeah, shit, yeah,
I'm happy. I'm fucking happy.

Bet your ass I'm happy. I'd like
to have someone check in on.

Yeah? Yes.

Well, get a dog.

Do you have a dog?
I'm getting a dog.

Look at this.

Yeah.

That's Greg. Unconvincing.

You mean unconvincing. That's
Greg. I'm getting this dog.

No, you like the idea of a dog.

Anybody who has a dog likes
the idea of getting a dog.

It's why they got the dog in the first
place. Do you have a permanent residence? No.

Anyone do care for your
dog during long absence?

I do not.

Do you keep a regular schedule
in terms of eating, sleeping?

No, I don't. You're
a cat person.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Hell, you know something. If I had
a cat, at least a cat would miss me.

Doubtful.

Possible. Yeah. Chris, is it
because of you or because of me?

What?

That you like.

What? I don't understand.

You don't.

You just, like,
don't. Like, miss me.

Like, is that
because of you or me?

I don't know. You miss me. Like,
is that because of you or me?

I spent years looking for you.

I was just trying to track you down,
but you don't look for me at all.

And I finally find you.

And I was there.
I saved your life.

And you said that you
would come and find me.

You said you would
come and find me soon,

and then you just
disappeared again, I guess.

I had my phone number.

I guess what I'm asking
you, man, is like...

Do you not miss me
because of me or is it...

It's because of your, like...

My what?

You know, your condition.

I'm just me.

I'm just me.

How you doing?

I'm flying sunscreen. My lower
extremity is fixed as 100 SPF.

I had more than four
sunbirds, my childhood.

So we're more than twice as likely
to develop well-known adults.

Can I get a little bit?

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

[LAUGHING]

You know, I don't like that.

That's not funny,
Braxton. I like things...

Oh, it's so funny.

It's so funny.

You know what I think?

I think we got to go get drunk.

Come on, man.
Let's go get drunk.

Okay.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I don't know if it's exactly what I
had in mind, you know what I mean?

It's L.A.

To me, that means nightclubs,
valets, velvet ropes,

douchebags everywhere.

Not really a honky-tonk-type
town, you know?

I don't know. I just never took you for,
like, a country-western kind of guy,

but it's cool.

I mean, I guess you pretend
to be an ordinary accountant.

You can pretend to be a
cowboy tonight, right?

Huh?

No, yes. Okay.

What do you mean,
"no, yes, okay"?

Are we having a
conversation here, Chris?

By the way, as far as
the whole cowboy thing,

I think the four scum shoes,
they're a bit of a misfire, but...

Well...

Well, what? What?

Hey, now.

Hello.

The band's looking for a quest. Is
there a song you like, handsome?

Nah.

I guess I'm good with,
like, Alan Jackson.

Something like that. Tell
them that'll do me just fine.

That's where we are.

Okay. Slow down. Night moves.

I was asking him.

I'm Angie.

Hello, Angie. My name is Chris.

What's your favorite
tune, Chris?

My favorite song is
Appalachian Spring by Copeland.

Second favorite.

This context, yes.

Metallica and Dresseman.

I don't think that's
in their wheelhouse.

No, yeah.

Maybe you should ask them a more
familiar with the band's capabilities.

Okay.

No. I... No.

What?

What did you do? You were right
there. Why'd you go down like that?

It was supposed to say...

You were going up.
It was working.

You were supposed to say,
"Just say you picked."

You know what I'm saying?

She asked me what my
favorite song was.

She wasn't asking anything. She
did ask it, but what about...

She liked you.
She didn't listen.

She shocked you. She liked
you. That's why she came here.

I don't know. It was
like a maney call.

How do you not see
what she was doing?

My brain doesn't work
that way, Braxton.

What do you want?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Who's good?

You knew it was good.

I mean, it seemed like you were
seeing it, and she was seeing it.

It was just... You
made her smile.

I don't know what the...

The first thing you said,
the Metallica thing.

It was funny.

You received a desire, like,
a cue or something like that,

but it definitely
made her smile.

Maybe you don't give
yourself enough credit.

You just, like, sort of...

What do you do?

You want a test?
Where you going?

You got it. Ready?

There you go.

Hey.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Look out!

Hey, you see that?
That's my brother!

That's my big brother up there!

Oh, my God.

Well, I'll be
dipped in dog shit.

Oh, hello.

That was some dancing.

Light on your feet, big man.

Thank you. Yes, I'm a beginner.
It's my first time, so...

It wasn't a compliment, Hoss.

Jerry, don't start.

Hey.

Nice forward, son.

That's not kind.

Hey, I don't think you heard me.

Look at me when I'm
fucking talking to you.

Hey.

Hey, come on. You're
in cowboy country?

Oh, I see.

We don't mess with another
man's girl down here.

You're from Glendale, Gerald,
and I'm not your girl.

It's okay. My brother wasn't having
a good time tonight, but now he will.

Okay, hit me, Jerry.

Well, your brother
can get it, too.

Oh, good. Your face
is like an anus.

Sweet, hit me, Jerry.

Oh, no.

Cacie Pants here wants to scrap.

Oh, goodness gracious.
Fucking hit him.

Hey.

Here's your guy, Jerry.

Get him, Jerry.

Nothing left, motherfucker.

Guys, stop.

Stop, motherfucker.

Hey, stop.

Jerry.

Go, Jerry.

Go, Jerry.

[gunshots]

[cheering]

Goddamn. Is there anything
in this world better than

punching a motherfucker in the
face with his gotta-coming?

Huh?

Well...

Huh? What?

No.

Shut the front door.

You!

Hey!

Hey!

I'm Bruce Moon.

You! Look at you!

I'm sorry, it was Miss...

It was the deputy
director of Medina.

You know, a patient files past
and present require a subpoena.

I'm quite sure you
know that, Miss Medina.

Yes, I do.

A woman and her child
disappeared eight years ago now.

They're either dead
or living in my ear.

Look, could you just
do this for me, please?

I really need your
help, and I just...

Yeah, and I need a
court order to do so.

Now, I'm sorry.

Hey!

[door opens]

Harbor Neuroscience.

The Harbor Neuroscience?

Treasury and Harbor have partnered to
support healthcare professionals who work

with individuals possessing
unique abilities.

Define support.

Here we go.

Jane Doe, 636.

Five years ago, skull fracture, jaw, ribs,
left arm broken, and extensive facial

injuries as a result
of an auto accident.

A delirious in and out
of consciousness when she

arrived said something about
being attacked by somebody.

Prior to reconstructive surgery, she was
exposed to neurorehabilitation strategies

I designed to treat individuals
with extensive brain trauma.

How extensive.

A nearly total loss of memory.

I played top boards in college.

If Jane ever played,
she didn't remember how.

That's three days later.

Acquired Savant Syndrome.

So rare some neurologist
doubt it exists.

But you don't.

Victims of blunt force
trauma can, on extremely

rare occasions, exhibit
extraordinary outcomes.

A woman who's never played
piano, fractures her

skull in the fall, masters
her modern off in a day.

A baseball fan takes a 90 mile per hour
foul ball to the head and wakes to discover

he can learn a foreign
language in an afternoon.

How is that possible?

Their brains, for lack of a better word,
are rewired, unlocking hidden abilities.

Abilities that at least
theoretically we all possess.

And Jane's talent was chess?

No.

Not exactly.

The brain injury Jane suffered lit
up her frontal and parietal cortex.

Those areas
responsible for pattern

recognition, problem
solving, critical thinking.

The same areas of the brain
chess masters rely on.

Caveat is their ability to
start and stop with chess.

Jane Doe, they didn't.

Acquired Savant Syndrome
would explain the exponential

acceleration of her ability to
decode and assimilate information.

The hand-eye coordination,
but what it doesn't

explain is why her memory
was all but erased.

Or the personality change.

My theory?

The trauma that rewired her brain also
unplugged any unnecessary neural networks.

Unnecessary for?

Survival.

The brain's frontal lobes are also where
our fight or flight decisions are made.

I think the appeal of
chess wasn't strategy.

But combat.

I don't know what Jane's life
was like prior to the accident.

But whoever she was when
they brought her in...

wasn't the same person who left.

Over the following months, she became
increasingly isolated, aggressive.

Until one night, she
beat a security guard

unconscious, took his
gun, and disappeared.

You said her memory
was all but erased.

Did she retain any memory of her life
before the accident? Family? Kids? Anything?

I asked her that exact
question multiple

times. Only once did she
come up with something.

Let's go back over family. Any
memory of children or a husband.

Pop goes to Weasel?

So, should we order in some dinner?
Discuss the grant? Next steps?

The applications are in my
car. We'll be right back.

You're asking me to
divulge the identity of a

woman who may or may not
be under my employment?

I know she works for us, Batu.

And you know this how?

After those jobs I turned down, I just...
just want to talk to her, that's all.

Talk to her? Why?

It's a family thing.

Don't tell me. The one man I terminate for
free, minus one very inconvenient fact.

I know, he's my brother.

No. He might kill
all my killers.

Wanda Bad.

Brexton, tell me that the engine
of destruction isn't with you now.

Because the last time you had a
family thing, it nearly ruined me.

Makes two of us.

Since you're in Los Angeles...

Yeah?

If a new client is in-house here,
there isn't getting a job done.

Sending a photo now. Instructions
to follow only if we engage.

I will let you know soon,
if I need your services.

[Door opens]

Tienen, Juarez.

Juarez. Why Juarez?

I don't have kids.

I don't have kids.

Why didn't you just and
Jess call her father?

Negative counsel.

Is her father a danger?

A school.

It's not a school.

But a...

It's a...

It's a prison.

Why?

Because of you.

He just was afraid for you.

Afraid to let her be.

[Door opens]

Medina's at the Airbnb.

Call her, then the police.

Is that wise? You're an escaped
convict from a federal penitentiary.

Anything else?

We found Edith Sanchez.

Ray King wasn't murdered because
he was looking for Edith.

He was murdered
because he found her.

Call Mary Beth now.

Tell her I'm on my way.

And we need to find
Edith's son Alberto.

He's being held as a
prisoner in Juarez.

Okay, Chris. Understood.

[Door opens]

Hello?

Someone's coming to kill you.

Mary Beth.

Hello?

Hello?

Drop it! Drop it!

Turn around.

I'm a federal
agent, big mistake.

Only if your name is
not Mary Beth Medina.

Hands!

Stand on your knees.

Now!

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts] [Grunts] [Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Growling continues]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[screaming] [grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[crying]

[panting]

[screaming] [screaming]

[shouting]

[shouting] Your re-essentions.

Not anymore.

I think your child is a prisoner
in the compound in Juarez.

[crying]

[crying]

[crying]

[crying]

It's okay. I need to
put pressure on this.

[crying]

How was it going?

No, no, I paid you to kill
her, not to try and kill her.

Someone intervened as a hit, an
extraordinarily lethal someone.

A contract's enforced until the target
is dead or the client's expired.

Enjoy your evening.

Go to Juarez.

Take those kids into the desert.

I want them dead and buried.

No trace.

Nothing could tie me to them.

Think you can handle that?

Yeah, Bert.

Yeah, I can handle that.

You show up in
Juarez and then what?

How are you even
gonna find these kids?

It's not your
concern. We can leave.

For Christ's sake, how many
times do I gotta tell you

what happened to Medina was
not my fault, all right?

She said she wanted
nothing to do with us.

I just... I took
her out of her word.

She has a punctured lung,

a ruptured spleen,
and a fractured jaw.

So don't send an edible, Rachel.

Eh.

How many times? How many
times I gotta do it?

How many times I
gotta say I'm sorry?

I don't know. You
haven't said it one time.

Ah, you're so full of shit.

All this is about is about the
goddamn kid in the picture, right?

You think he's like you.

Yes, he's alone in Juarez.

Do you even care?

How do you know that? How
do you know he's like you?

You are so weird, Chris.

You get these ideas in your
head and you just upset...

God damn it, you know
how exhausting it is?

My entire life I've had to
clean him after the weird kid.

You know that? I'm not weird.

Oh, you're not weird?

Every fucking time we
move, we go to a new town,

and you show up with your fits.

Your rock, your stupid
Solomon Brunny bullshit.

Then I gotta beat somebody's ass
because they put their hands on you.

No, you like to fight.

Oh, I ain't the goddamn point.

The point is I always get
your fucking back, Chris.

I get your back. You
ever say thank you?

Wow, gee, thanks, Prax. Thank
you for getting my back.

Thank you. You are the
best goddamn brother.

What are you doing? What
are you... God damn it!

What, you just gotta leave?

Fuck. You know what?
You wanna go to Juarez?

Hey, let's go to Juarez.

Good for you. Let's go
get our asses shot off.

[somber music]

My drone's not responding.

I lost a feed.

[bell ringing]

[speaking Spanish] [speaking
Spanish] [bell ringing]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Field trip, follow them.
Get on the bus. Get them on.

Let's go! Everybody out!

Field trip, get them on the bus!

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[ticking]

[ticking]

[ticking]

[ticking]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

You found it?

We found it.

How far?

11 minutes.

Okay. We'll wait till
dark and then we'll go in.

Can you kill the lights?

Yes, but it won't matter.

Why not?

The children will be
dead before it's dark.

[door opens]

[footsteps] [footsteps]

[footsteps] [footsteps]

[footsteps]
[footsteps] [footsteps]

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

[sighs]

Rastaf. Yeah.

[footsteps]

Thank you.

Get them all out! Hey!

All the kids on the
bus! Field trip!

[speaking spanish]

[speaking spanish]

[speaking spanish] [speaking
spanish] I did it! I did it!

[gun shots]

[grunting]

[screaming]

Where'd everybody go? La Ruda!

I don't know! I don't know!

La Ruda! La Ruda!

Hey! Move on there!

Hold it now!

Hold it right there!

Come on! You got it!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know! Come on!

Come on! I don't know!

I don't know! Come on!

Where you at, kid?
No, no, no, no.

Where the fuck are you?

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know!

I don't know!

Hey, kid! Where you at?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?
Don't fuck with me, kid!

Try to get me killed?
Get off! We're moving!

Come on! This way! This way!

Lenny!

He's done, he's done!

Fire back! He's out in
front of all the fuckers!

I'm going to take
it! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Fuck the fuck!

Where'd they go?
Where did they go?

I'm going to take it!

No!

They're both out!

They're here!

No! Here, kid!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire away!

Fire, kid!

They're out!

They're out!

Fire! Fire!

They're out!

They're out!

Fire!

They're out!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Ugh!

Let's go, let's go!

Come!

Explicitly Brian, tell
the police to quit!

What happened?

Bombo!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[INAUDIBLE]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

You're hit?

I'm good.

I'm good. Go.

[GRUNTING] It's all right.

I'm fine.

Hey, stop.

Do this a fucking job.

I got you, motherfuckers.

Go. Go, Chris.

Go.

Get to those kids.

Go.

[GRUNTING]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Put the fierno away.

(panting)

(engine revving)

Whoa!

(tires screeching)

(sighs)

Let's go.

No, come here!

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(grunts)

I need to seal it.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Help him out!

Help him off the bus.

(speaking in foreign language) Get
off the bus, let's get this over with.

Come on.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

Get in the fucking hole!

Get in the hole now, hurry up!

Move!

Move!

My own person in
front of you, go!

(grunts)

(speaking in foreign language)

Come on, hold up, hold up.

Fire, fire!

(speaking in foreign language)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(speaking in foreign language)

(grunts)

You again, you again!

(grunts)

Hey, back up, back the fuck up!

Solomon Grundy.

Hey, I got a heavy figure!

Christendom Tuesday.

I'm not the guy you want.

Burke is the guy you want.

Listen to me, man.

I died on Saturday.

Listen to me!

Burke is the...

(gun firing)

That was the end
of Solomon Grundy.

(heavy breathing)

Alberto Sanchez.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's not being.

(speaking in foreign language)

It's not being.

(crying)

(soft music)

You're safe.

It's okay.

(soft music)

(speaking in foreign language)

It's cool, yeah, but...

(speaking in foreign language)

(soft music)

It's okay.

(speaking in foreign language)

It's okay, it's okay.

(soft music)

Who's that?

Hey, Chris, stop the bus.

What?

Stop the bus, man, just...

Open the door.

Open the door, Digdon.

Hello.

Hi.

Hey.

(soft music)

Hi, who are you?

Hi.

Chris.

She looks really good.

Hmm.

You wanna come over with me?

Chris.

Hey.

Hey.

Look at her.

Yeah.

You gonna be mine?

As I suspected.

What do you think, man?

What should I call her?

Huh?

That's a male captain.

(laughing) (soft music)

(phone ringing)

Da.

Batu Donetsk, owner of the
largest kill squad in Europe.

I'm sorry.

You have me confused
as someone else.

52 years old, born
in Nizhny, Navgarab,

Russian-Romanian Mongol descent.

Seven years in the prison
known as the Black Dolphin,

married four times, one
child by a mistress.

Would you like me to tell you
the mileage on your Bentley?

What can I do for you?

Terminate the contract
on Mary Beth Medina.

Why would I do that?

Let me tell you a story.

(speaking foreign language)

(phone ringing)

(speaking foreign language)

Speak.

Guanacaste province, Costa Rica.

Write it down.

(tires screeching)

How about you do
your fucking job

and stick to the contract?

You said the contract
would stay in place

until that treasury
bitch was dead.

Or until you expired.

The red?

Well, I am very much alive.

Consider it done.

Good.

When?

Momentarily, sir.

Goodbye.

(sighs)

(whistling)

(birds chirping)

(somber music)

(chattering)

Thanks.

Gentlemen.

Hello.

How are you?

Good to see you.
Deputy director.

You doing okay?

Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good.

Thanks so much.

(chattering)

(somber music)

(chattering)

Harbor Neuroscience Academy.

This is deputy director
Medina, US Treasury.

Ma'am, I don't
think you're calling

who you think you are.

I think I am.

I know you can hear me.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Ray found Edith,
but you and Chris

helped me solve the
rest of the puzzle.

Ray would be grateful.

And so am I.

Is that good, Edith?

Awesome.

All right, let's go.

Come on, let's go, Miles.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Yeah.

(somber music)

One eye open, I look away

I was searching but
couldn't take anymore

But the best idea
that I ever had

Is to seek the answers
I've been looking for

One eye close to indifference

To the things I
did nothing about

And I've waged this
war for far too long

Wanna change it,
wanna stamp it out

So follow me

Kid's unbelievable.

Rex is like, it's wildly unfair.

He's a child.

I don't care he's a child.

I'm a man, you're a man.

He's a kid, that's
a cat, who cares?

The point is we're supposed
to be taking turns.

He's been holding my cat for
the last hour and a half, Chris.

So when's it my turn?

How much longer, man?

Alberto, 1,200 for the harbor?

I made it to the end of the car.

Oh, 1,200 for the other one.

It's amazing, it's amazing
how you can just come up

with that but you can't
figure out how long it takes

to give somebody else a
turn holding the damn cat.

It's like a fucking genius.

Just out of idle curiosity,

what are your plans after
we drop others at harbor?

My plans?

I don't know.

Do you think, well, I made
a reservation at an RV park

at the Chateau Chie for
after we drop off Alberto

in mid, I thought we
could go hiking there.

You made a reservation?

Just an idea.

And what, we'd stay
in the Airstream?

I think it'd be fun.

I think it might be fun too.

(laughing)

Follow me

Help me out

I have no guarantees

But the shade of a safe house

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music) (gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)