Okay, let me ask you to keep us all up, keep us all up.
Who's gonna win the money?
Show me.
It's time for one right now.
Who's gonna beat the world?
Okay, let's get started.
Right now.
Here's the first ball.
It is gonna be I-17, the Dancing Queens.
How many Dancing Queens do we have out there tonight?
Right.
This is the ring. She's been in the age of making the weight.
This is gonna be B-4, not F-door.
B-4, not F-door.
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.
It's gonna be G-56.
What is she worth it?
G-56, what is she worth it?
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.
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.
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.
Fuck me.
Fuck.
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.
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.
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.
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.
How long was he here?
Two months. Next payment was due yesterday.
They're in. How much?
He okay? I'm okay.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You might seek medical attention for the snoring problem.
Coffee?
Um, I don't snore, so...
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.
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!
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.
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?
I don't--
You should go.
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.
Hello.
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.
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, 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--
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.
Okay.
Hey, Jesus.
Yeah, you really--
Yelling at me, Margaret.
Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah.
Okay. Yeah, see.
See you in two weeks.
Yep, perfect.
Bye-bye.
Ow!
Fuck you!
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?
Film?
Movies.
You got a favorite?
Wizard of Oz?
Oz?
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.
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.
Braxton?
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?
Braxton?
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.
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
Can't seem to find an office chair like...
They're all so uncomfortable, you know?
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.
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.
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, 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.
Hola.
Make yourself at home.
Hello.
You must be the wild one, huh?
You don't rearrange the furniture. Is A-okay?
It's just, uh, okay.
Let's just get this over with now.
Too bad, they did not...
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?
Juarez is none of your business.
Amanos.
That's your money. You take it.
Amano.
Thank you, ladies.
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.
Gracias.
El groomed to 35.
Okay.
Look like...
Accountants.
Uh...
Okay, boys. Bye.
Thank you.
I don't have kids.
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.
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?
You get this.
Jena Sanchez.
I got to call you back.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
It's so good.
Miles, enhance, please.
Running into pole facial recognition.
It looks like she was the last person to speak to Ray,
but she doesn't want to be found.
Goodbye, dreamboat.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
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!
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.
Tienen, Juarez.
Juarez. Why Juarez?
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.
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.
Hello?
Someone's coming to kill you.
Mary Beth.
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!
Your re-essentions.
Not anymore.
I think your child is a prisoner in the compound in Juarez.
It's okay. I need to put pressure on this.
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.
My drone's not responding.
I lost a feed.
Field trip, follow them. Get on the bus. Get them on.
Let's go! Everybody out!
Field trip, get them on the bus!
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.
Rastaf. Yeah.
Thank you.
Get them all out! Hey!
All the kids on the bus! Field trip!
I did it! I did it!
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!
Hey, kid! Where you at?
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 away!
Fire, kid!
They're out!
Fire! Fire!
They're out!
Fire!
They're out!
Fire!
Ugh!
Let's go, let's go!
Come!
explicitly Brian, tell the police to quit!
What happened?
Bombo!
You're hit?
I'm good.
I'm good. Go.
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.
Put the fierno away.
Whoa!
Let's go.
No, come here!
I need to seal it.
Help him out!
Help him off the bus.
Get off the bus, let's get this over with.
Come on.
Get in the fucking hole!
Get in the hole now, hurry up!
Move!
My own person in front of you, go!
Come on, hold up, hold up.
Fire, fire!
You again, you again!
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--
That was the end of Solomon Grundy.
Alberto Sanchez.
It's okay.
It's not being.
You're safe.
It's okay.
It's cool, yeah, but...
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
Who's that?
Hey, Chris, stop the bus.
What?
Stop the bus, man, just--
Open the door.
Open the door, Digdon.
Hello.
Hi.
Hey.
Hi, who are you?
Hi.
Chris.
She looks really good.
Hmm.
You wanna come over with me?
Chris.
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.
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.
Speak.
Guanacaste province, Costa Rica.
Write it down.
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.
Thanks.
Gentlemen.
Hello.
How are you?
Good to see you. Deputy director.
You doing okay?
Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good.
Thanks so much.
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.
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.
Follow me
Help me out
I have no guarantees
But the shade of a safe house