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Who is this little fellow?

- Mouser. - He's so cute.

I need you to apply pressure.

Who needs to crack?

A zoning board idealist

who's blocking our little Haiti project.

Scare him. Don't kill him.

I will not be intimidated.

No, no, no! I'll do whatever you want.

Juan acuna is here. I'm taking him out.

I prefer not to be involved.

You won't be.

Once you take him to the alley, I take it from there.

- Hey. - Do not speak to me!

Hurry up!

You lost family in the holocaust.

- Were your parents in Auschwitz? - They died there.

- Dani. - Yeah?

I need your youthful strength

to move a piece of furniture.

Who sent you here?

Who are you?

What is your name? Your real name?

Why were you spying on me?

Who sent you here?

Since you won't give me answers...

I dug for them on my own.

Dani Cruz fell off the grid two years ago.

I'm not the only Dani Cruz.

You are the Dani Cruz whose birthday matches

the license you bought at an addiction clinic.

I needed a new identity.

Why?

I had to get away from a really bad guy.

Needed to start over,

just some... someplace he couldn't hunt me down.

What is your name?

Anne Cooper.

- Another lie. - I have no beef with you.

I'm not a threat to you.

I will be the judge of that.

I don't care if you're Mossad.

I won't tell anyone.

Delusions.

Delusions are a symptom of exhaustion, dehydration.

Your family was murdered in a concentration camp

which gave you an axe to grind. Rightfully so.

That does not make me a spy.

The papers in your desk are in arabic language

and have an Israeli stamp on them.

Tell me your real name now,

and this ordeal ends.

Your body would not be the first that I have disposed of.

I got rid of one last week.

Twice your size.

You can talk, or I can cut.

Etta tiger-jonze.

Why are you here, etta tiger-jonze?

My family was murdered.

Start from the beginning.

It was messy and scary.

I felt like a tornado just out of control.

Unbridled rage.

Can be overwhelming... And all-consuming.

Yeah.

I sucked someone I care about into my chaos.

I don't want to put people who matter to me in danger.

Clean kills come with training.

Patience. Commitment. Killing is not for you.

Tell the guy I just killed.

You got lucky.

You have 11 men to go.

It is too many for one girl.

I'm not just any girl.

Yes, I can see that.

Still, your aunt Carmen is right.

- You should walk away. - Walk away?

What the fuck kind of advice is that?

Atrocities go unpunished all the time.

The men who killed my family are going to hell.

Reliance on divine intervention.

That is the better path for you.

My intervention.

You think you can kill again?

Yes.

And keep your own life intact?

Well, my odds improve

with help from a world-class mentor.

Why would I mentor you?

Monsters killed your family, too.

Common ground is not enough.

Wait. Where are you going?

Back to work.

What about me?

What about you?

Lena, come on. Lena!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Two minutes, 37 seconds.

You were fucking timing me?

To see how you respond to adversity.

And now?

I will help you.

Mrs. Carver, how are you?

Mr. Kincaid, come. I want to show you something.

What am I looking at?

Lots I've purchased in little Haiti.

- Nearly two blocks worth. - Nearly.

There are three residents holding out.

I want a full workup on each one of them.

Financial overview, personal affairs.

You're looking for leverage.

For what motivates them.

Just as I know what motivates you.

Well, y-you-you've already paid me for the month.

That's a bonus.

For?

Expediting your reports. I need them as soon as possible.

Ray to us saint. Lou baptiste.

Judith cheri.

How have you been?

Fine. How are you?

Us not talking sucks.

I needed space from you.

I was a mess. I get it.

But I'm... working on it.

I found someone who's gonna help me.

Help you?

Yeah, get better at what I'm here to do

so I don't put you or...

anyone else I care about in danger again.

I thought you'd think that was a good thing.

That is all you have to say?

That...

And I'm sorry for the other night.

I-I lost my shit, and I put you in harm's way.

- I trusted you. - I know.

And you betrayed my trust.

I said I was sorry.

- You do not sound sorry. - Okay.

No! Not okay.

You promised me I would not get hurt.

And I told you I'm gonna learn to get better at it.

What happened at the club is not gonna happen again.

It should never happen at all!

I'm trying to apologize here!

That is right.

You are trying to apologize.

It is about you!

Being there for you has gotten me fired,

nearly killed...

And having a hand in taking a life.

He fucking deserved it.

So, did I?

Did I deserve to be a part of that?

No.

You acted without a thought for anyone other than yourself.

And now I do not know if you are the friend

I thought you were.

Wha... what about your dream?

You said it was a message, that we were connected.

Perhaps the message is a warning.

You have destroyed my fence.

You must fix it!

Fix it? This whole block is getting razed.

Not my lot. This is my home.

You must pay for repairs!

Take it up with the new property owners, rrg.

It's their problem.

Actually, it's your problem.

You are the subcontractors.

So what?

Property law states that if damage is caused,

not only is the landowner liable,

so are the subcontractors.

Ms. Cheri is well within her right

to take you guys to small claims court.

Man, give me a fuckin' break.

Fighting a claim will cost you thousands.

You'll have to hire a lawyer.

That lawyer will charge you for every motion

that needs to be filed.

You will hemorrhage money.

Ms. Cheri will win,

and you will still end up paying for her fence.

She's right.

So, what's it gonna be?

Fork over cash for repairs now,

or take the long, more expensive road?

Okay. Six hundred should cover it.

- You're forgetting about labor. - No. I'll have

my nephew perform the repairs.

Stray has a brain.

Stanley, I know how you're spending this weekend.

Thank you, baby.

I will repair the fence.

I can help until I leave for work.

I do not need your help.

Dani.

Matt. Hey.

Peace offering?

You just don't got quit in you.

One of my finest qualities.

Girl's gotta eat.

You came all the way out here to eat cold fries with me?

You're holding down two jobs, so I figure

if I want to see you, I gotta go the distance.

And ambush me at work?

You're not exactly the world's greatest communicator.

Yeah, well, nobody's perfect.

I'm not looking for perfection.

What are you looking for?

Connection.

With you.

- Matt... - let me finish

what I came here to say before you brush me off again.

You're right.

I don't have quit in me.

And I don't get the sense you want to quit me either.

I do like you.

Sorry. Could you, could you repeat that, please?

I'm... a complicated individual.

You're also smart, witty, badass.

Thing is...

I don't get the sense you're keeping it real with me.

Is there somebody else in the picture?

With all the time I have?

No.

What's holding you back?

My parents died... recently.

Shit.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, I'm pretty fucked up over it.

And I don't think I'll ever get over losing them.

But...

I do know this.

You, Matthew... Are fucking great.

So, when I say it's not you...

It really isn't.

I get it.

I lost my dad when I was ten.

I can't imagine how hard that must have been.

My dad was my hero.

Yeah, same.

I wish I could tell you that the hole goes away.

It doesn't.

Your heart just finds a way to grow around it.

- Lunch break's over. - Yeah.

- I gotta get back. - Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Listen... If you ever want to talk,

you have my number.

305-188-4634.

Show-off.

You like him?

Who?

The kid.

He's a friend.

Yeah.

What did you find?

One of my contacts pulled data.

We find anything on the rojas cartel?

No.

But some of Juan's associates

do have criminal histories.

Do any of these men look familiar?

This one.

Your next target.

Xavier alta.

Arrested for battery,

aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.

The list goes on and on.

This is where you make me a promise.

To do what?

To put the mission above all else.

Definitely. It's why I'm here.

Now we begin.

Alright. How should I do it?

The answer to that question requires more intelligence.

Time for field training.

Why are you watching my house?

Hey. Ms. Cheri, I presume.

Why are you watching my house?

My employer is interested in making...

I know what your employer is interested in,

and you can go tell them I'm not selling my home!

Now you be gone from here.

- Go on, now! Go! - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll relay the message.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

Piece of shit.

It's okay, Stanley, it's okay.

Señor rojas.

Boone.

Payday Tuesday.

Never really cared for the second-worst day

of the week till you boys came along.

- Ain't that right, Gary? - That's right.

See you next Tuesday, fellas.

Who's left?

Federov's representative.

Not today.

Today you get genuine article.

Yes.

Well, what a man collects speaks volumes, no?

Pay Mr. Federov his cut so he can get on with his day.

My day can wait.

Gentlemen...

I have business opportunity for you.

Come.

Downstairs.

Come!

You rojas boys have delivered?

No disruption in payment, no dropped shipment.

And I am in market for new runners.

What happened to your old ones?

Well, disappointing results.

So, I make permanent change.

You're interested in expansion.

That is why you encroach on my territory with women.

- No? - Every business needs to grow.

Nothing grows like arms business.

Billion-dollar industry.

I acquire the weapons.

You run them for me. Make triple what you earn

on women and drugs combined.

Yeah, with severely enhanced risk.

Well, that is what money is for.

Where do you need them to go?

To highest bidder, of course.

This time, west Africa.

What will be my cut?

- Thirty-five percent. - Of?

Yuri, what is value of this load?

Sixty million.

Fifty percent. Five of that up front.

Before we continue, I need time

to look at our numbers and resources.

See if we can accommodate your opportunity.

We'll get back to you.

Don't take too long, rojas boys.

I need shipment deployed tonight.

Alta's car is not here. We should be good.

I know you're into cleanliness,

but you could go easy on the bleach.

Bleach is the best cleaning agent.

- For a car? - For blood, shit, vomit.

Oof. You'd be surprised

how many fluids corpses can secrete.

What do you see?

It's a quiet street.

Single-family homes with cameras.

This device disables signals.

To disrupt wireless recordings.

It is now yours.

Thanks.

Press the button to engage.

And put these on.

Well, we just disabled the cameras.

Your mission does not require disabling eyewitnesses.

Right.

- This is a wafer... - wafer tumbler.

You got a raking pick and tension rod in there?

How does a key largo girl know of such things?

YouTube.

Show me.

You got tension rod goes in first.

Yes.

- And then raking pick. - Gently.

Come in under the cylinders.

Beginner's luck.

Natural aptitude.

Don't ever rely on luck.

Hey!

Ghosts don't leave prints.

What do you see?

- Cocaine user. - What else?

He's into porn.

And escorts.

How do you know?

Scan the code.

"Mystique Miami companions.

Any age, any size, anything you desire."

We leave. Now.

Dani.

Now is not the time.

Hurry!

Come.

Wow.

Slice the carotid with that,

the target bleeds out in two minutes.

Wait, you're Jewish.

Why a rosary?

It's not a rosary.

It's a garrote.

Holy shit.

- Can I use it? - No.

I'm stronger than I look.

Strength has little to do with it.

Kills should appear as accidents

or suicides whenever possible.

It saves you the messy step of disposal.

This is very useful

when your target has, certain proclivities.

Autoerotic asphyxiation.

You can make it look as though they took their kink too far.

Depression.

They couldn't mentally bear the rigors of life.

Weaponize their habits and behaviors against them.

Exactly.

What should I use to kill Xavier?

Planning is the second step.

What's the first?

Conquering yourself.

If you cannot master your mind,

your mind will master you.

- Got it. - No, you don't "got it."

You have proven to be impulsive, with a hot temper.

The absolute worst profile to go into this line of work,

and yet the most common.

Yeah. Well, that's a cruel irony.

One must learn self-regulation.

- Okay. - Come.

Sit.

Close your eyes.

Picture Xavier alta's face.

Close your eyes.

Remember him killing your brother.

You are flush with rage.

Why wouldn't I be?!

Take a breath, a deep breath.

Now exhale.

I want you to remember

your last happy memory with Wyatt.

How do you feel now?

Sad but... But what?

Okay.

Lock in this feeling.

Now open your eyes.

This is how you must feel before you strike.

Calm. Focused.

You let your rage take over...

You will lose.

Coco, no. It's not safe over here.

Stay with mouser and pickles.

Mouser?

Mouser?

Stop! Stop! Please! Stop! Please.

What the hell is wrong with you, man?

- We've got a job to do here. - Mouser is missing.

Who the fuck is mouser?

My cat. It's small and gray.

Now that you mention it,

we did see him running around back here.

- Where? - Don't know.

Mouser, where are you?

Come out, mouser!

Mouser?

- What a shame. - Yeah.

Should have kept him off-site.

Mouser!

Knock it off. We got work to do.

- My mouser! You hurt mouser! - Enough of this shit.

Get the fuck outta here!

Mouser!

We agreed to discuss the offer.

It's 30 mill.

There's nothing to discuss.

But there's risk. There's exposure.

Nobody knows the waters off bimini better than Boone.

There are agencies that do. Atf, homeland security.

We don't have anyone on our payroll there

that insulates us from them.

You had the same concerns when we expanded into women.

Yeah. And it's created this problem.

- Opportunity. - The deeper we get in

with federov, the greater control he has over us.

You think I'm stupid?

You think I haven't thought this through?

That's not what I'm saying.

The more business we have with that Russian prick,

the more money we make.

The plan was to try and distance ourselves from him.

Plans change. We're doing this.

You worry too much.

Tell my little brother he worries too much.

Samuel makes a good point. Your father would not...

opinions are like assholes, Elias.

Boone will call you

once the freighter handoff has been made.

After that, you reach out to federov,

make arrangements to collect our cut.

Thirty mill.

Dad never made that from one score.

Dad knew how to mitigate risk.

We're making enough as it is.

I decide what's enough.

You don't have a legacy to think of.

I promised gabí I'd be at Isaac's school play.

He's the wise oak tree.

Let's recap.

Exploit your target's weakness.

Use his addictions against him.

And they are?

Drugs and sex.

And how will you gain access?

I can go in as an escort.

A honey trap.

It's an effective tactic.

You have tools for that?

You can make it look as though...

He od'd on his drug of choice.

Or alta could expire mid-coitus from a heart attack.

I won't sleep with that piece of shit, Lena.

I could drown him in his hot tub.

Make that look accidental.

I will get my hands on a paralytic.

- Can you get it by tonight? - Yes.

You show up as an escort, pretend your presence is a,

a scheduling oversight by the agency.

What now?

Go dress like the part.

And come right back.

Hey.

What happened?

I do not know. He will not say.

What's in the box?

Mouser.

He's...

I do not know how he died.

I have asked. Stanley will not speak.

I do not know how to reach him.

Is it okay if I try?

Hey, Stan.

What has happened, Stanley?

I made trouble.

What kind of trouble?

- Did you do this? - Yes.

- Why? - They tried to hurt me.

They wouldn't stop, so I hurt them back.

Did anyone see what happened?

No.

They crushed mouser, dumped him in there.

- We have to get rid of 'em. - What?

You heard Stanley. It was self-defense.

Dani, we must think about this.

Do you want to leave Stanley's fate in someone else's hands?

- No. - Okay, neither do I.

Manslaughter is 15 years.

Someone could find them.

Not if we do it right.

Okay, easiest way would be to dump 'em in the Gulf stream,

but we don't have access to a boat.

Sun comes up in 11 hours.

Wh-what stage are you in? At the construction site?

- Pouring foundation. - Okay.

We'll take them there.

Bury 'em in concrete.

Who is that?

It can wait.

How did it go?

No one saw us. We're good.

Stanley?

Are you okay?

I made trouble for you, lovely, auntie Judith.

But you didn't mean to, Stanley.

That does not make it right.

Everyone makes mistakes they wish they could undo.

I did not deserve your help.

Well, I didn't deserve it either.

And you and lovely were there for me when I needed it most.

That's what friends do. They show up for each other.

Thank you...

For being my friend.

Dani.

I am very appreciative of what you did for Stanley.

There are times when I can think about

somebody other than myself.

I'm not a total monster.

Not like you were the other night.

I was selfish...

And consumed.

And I am truly sorry, lovely.

Can you forgive me?

I've really missed my best friend.

You are forgiven.

I have missed you, too.

I'll never put you in a situation like that again.

I understand the need for avenging angels.

What you are undertaking must be terrifying.

It's necessary.

Go.

Make your list shorter.

The information you requested.

Financials, personal data.

Socials, if they're on 'em.

From the looks of it,

these folks are barely scraping by.

Good.

How so?

I'm prepared to offer them larger buyouts.

Well, that'll come in handy with to us saint.

He's underwater on his mortgage.

And... baptiste's wife is leaving him,

so that'll likely be incentive enough.

But, Ms. Cheri...

What about her?

No outstanding debt.

Never missed a mortgage payment.

No levers to pull that I can find.

The sum I'm willing to spend would change her life.

Not everyone embraces change, you know?

Wait till she sees my offer.

You don't hear "no" much, do you?

I do. Just doesn't stop me.

Forces me to find a path to "yes."

That's all for now.

Mrs. Carver.

Lena?

Lena!

I know you're in there.

Open up.

I'm sorry I'm late.

You're sorry you're late.

You promised me the mission comes first.

You either lied or are weak.

A friend was in serious trouble.

- I had to help him... - you chose to help him.

Chose to put a personal affair ahead of the mission,

which tells me you are not committed.

You've never made a mistake?

Never helped somebody out when they needed it most?

I was helping you.

- You broke my trust. - Okay. For a good reason.

That's not how trust with me works.

If that's how you are,

then I don't want to learn from you.

I lost everyone I loved,

and if choosing the mission means I have to let people

I care about get hurt, then I don't want to learn from you!

I'll find a way to do this on my own.

And get yourself killed?

My problem, not yours.

Wrong.

It is my problem.

Jesus.

Take it.

I do not wish to find another shit,

bottom-of-the-barrel housekeeper.

Who are you?

Crystal.

What's with the getup?

You ordered a naughty nurse.

Not tonight, I didn't.

It must have been a scheduling mistake.

Fucking Fernando.

Yeah. Guy's an idiot.

Yeah.

- Well, I'm here. - Well, go home.

You gonna make me party alone?