Briarpatch (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - full transcript

- Previously on
"Briarpatch"...

- It appears that someone just
blew up the landlady.

- No one lives
in that apartment.

Certainly not my sister.

- Okay, I can
show you something.

Where Felicity actually lived.

[car engine starts]

- [gasps]
- Serial bomber is a new one.

I wanted to let you know
we've identified our man.

He's Ferness.
- You're the boyfriend.

- I need you to know
I didn't do it.



You watch, there'll be a full
manhunt by tomorrow lunch.

- Damn it.

[heavy breathing]

- So who did it?

- Lalo, get us some Cognac.

- All right.
You want the good stuff?

- Bring him the good stuff.
- You're funeral, Miss Dill.

- They found Clyde Brattle,
Jake.

- Part time
American gun runner,

full time
international fugitive.

- Safe to assume he's headed
this way.

Senator only needs one of you.

- What you been waiting for?

- Immunity only comes
in exchange



for an honest testimony.

- Oh, you're little Senator's
gonna ride my testimony

all the way
to the White House, baby.

- [grunting]

[Nancy Sinatra & Lee
Hazlewood: "Sundown, Sundown"]

♪ ♪

♪ There's no one in this world
for me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ There's never gonna be ♪

♪ There's no one in this world
for me ♪

- Levantes.

♪ There's never gonna be ♪

♪ And yet sometimes
in my dreams I hear ♪

♪ Sundown ♪

♪ I miss you sundown ♪

♪ Sundown ♪

♪ I need you sundown ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on,
come on back to me ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on,
come on back to me ♪

♪ I need you sundown ♪

♪ I need you sundown ♪

♪ ♪

- Hey.

[tearing fabric]

♪ There's no-- ♪

[metal music]

♪ Open your eyes to the source
of the universe ♪

- You know we couldn't
have been more

than 15 minutes behind him.

I mean, they left
all their shit, bro.

They must've just left.

And that contraband.
Ooh.

I bet you there's more
where that came from.

No.
No.

That's a high-traffic area.

We need to get back there.
Yeah.

- The Founding Fathers of
course were committed pagans.

That is why D. C. is built
on a pentagram,

one point each for the four
traditional can of jars:

stomach, intestines,
lungs, liver.

But what did
they forget about?

The fifth point.
The brain.

[acoustic guitar strumming]

[radio chatter]

- The average size is smaller
than a grain of rice.

It's a lot of paperwork.

- Just take it easy
on the people.

- All right, Papa.

Just like you take it easy
on me, right?

- [laughs]

These dishes in here aren't
gonna wash themselves.

- [sighs]

- Just a reminder,
San Bonifacio schools

will be cancelled Friday,

and the annual class breakfast
at the fire station

will be rebranded
as breakfast or dinner.

The high tomorrow is 107,

so don't look into that
noonday sun,

or you will go blind.
It's just common sense.

In other news, following up
on our breaking story,

police have declared
a full curfew

as they search for suspected
bomber, Floyd Ferness.

[funky music]

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

- ♪ They say
that into each life ♪

♪ Some rain must fall ♪

♪ And that tears
is only rain ♪

♪ To make love bloom ♪

♪ But I've been crying days ♪

♪ And all I've got
to show for it ♪

♪ Is a slow-paced love ♪

♪ Tears can't help me find ♪

♪ Answers to the problems you
left behind ♪

♪ Ooh,
honey ♪

♪ Tears can't help me hide ♪

♪ Tears can't help me hide ♪

♪ This emptiness
that I feel inside ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

[vultures cawing]

- Mr. Mayor.
Cherry Vista is cordoned off.

We got a dragnet down
in Packingtown.

And, uh,

you know, Ferness playing
hide-and-seek for the last 48.

- So arrest
his cop-killing ass.

I've been asking
for this manhunt all week.

- Well, we didn't have
a suspect.

- Eve, this is a campaign here.

How can I be tough on crime if
you don't catch the criminals?

The people want spectacle.

Choppers with the spotlights.

Where are my choppers, Eve?

- Tony,
let's not do this again.

- Do what?

Remind you that your job is
to make me fucking look good?

Eve, you ever see Ferness
on the open field?

Damn, that boy could juke
like nobody's business.

Calves like
fucking border houses.

- We'll get him, Tony.
He's one man.

- One man with an all-county
rushing record.

One man you put on the force.
- After you insisted on it.

- He's supposed to be a role
model, not a goddamn maniac.

Eve, I've got a fundraiser
to go to this afternoon.

Now, I would like to spend it

drinking 12-year-old scotch

and raking in
100-year-old money.

Now, do you think you can
collar Ferness?

Or do I have to get up on a car

with a bullhorn
and remind people

what real fucking leadership
looks like?!

[splat]
The fuck?

[vulture caws]

Ugh!

- Gene, there you are.

Uh, Tony,

this is Captain Gene Colder,
homicide.

He's heading up things
on the ground.

- This is more like it.

Nice to meet you, young man.
Beer?

- Sticking to unleaded.

- Mr. Mayor,
take our word for it.

It's a show of quiet strength
if you leave things to us.

- I like loud strength, Eve.
Loud!

What do you think, Captain?

- We got this.

- See, that's what
I like to hear, Eve.

Decisiveness.

Power.
Balls.

Speaking of which...

Oh, shit.

- [sighs]

[exciting music]

- I'm Ginger Galanti,
coming to you live

from the San Bonifacio
police headquarters

where Chief Eve Raytek
is set to address the media.

Let's go to her now.

- After this week's
double car bombing

which cost my department
two of its finest,

we are declaring a manhunt
for Floyd Ferness.

He's a former officer
with a grudge,

and he is-- forgive my French--
a dangerous son of a gun.

- [clears throat]

You've must've met
Floyd Ferness.

- Had drinks with him
and Felicity once or twice.

He's-- intense guy.

- I met him yesterday.

- What?

- I chased him through
a zoo parking lot.

He got away.
- He got--

Jesus Christ.

- Okay.
Be cool, you're my lawyer.

- And as your lawyer
I'd advise you

to stop consorting
with murder suspects.

- I'm not that sure
that he's guilty.

Freddie Laffter said those
bombs were out-of-town talent.

Floyd's not an out-of-town guy.
Or that talented.

What'd you bring me?

- I've been closing out
Felicity's accounts.

Thankfully,
she kept things simple.

Automated payments.
Not much credit card debt.

What are you looking for?

- Going through people's lives
is my business.

I start by asking myself,

what is this person
showing the world

and what are they hiding?

I need to know what Felicity
was hiding.

- A second apartment.

- She didn't live
in that complex.

Strucker confirmed it.

What's, uh--
what's this?

Autopay.
What's Culpa-conn?

- Oh,
it's a local cell provider.

Their service is trash,
but they cheap.

- So where's her burner phone?

- Let's call Culpa-conn
and see.

- [sighs]

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- No dice.

I need a notarized request
to access the account.

Did you order that?

- A Greek.

He would always put one piece
of fresh fruit

on the top of the dumpster.

For me.

- Felicity never told me that--

- That's because
she didn't know.

I did it so
she wouldn't have to.

So the phone's a dead end?

- Well, there's always ways.
I mean, we'd be better off

finding somebody with influence
to grease the wheels.

- Jake Spivey invited me
to a party today.

Seems to be running
with a powerful crowd.

- You know Spivey?
- I know he's an idiot.

- Well, he's connected.

And dangerous.

Rumor is he's got an entire
arsenal stashed away.

- He's also got giraffes.

- I love giraffes.

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

Aloha, ladies.

[sighs]

Thank you.

- I have that shirt.
- Why am I not surprised?

- Oh, hey there.

- Sorry, have to search you
a little bit.

Orders of Mr. Spivey.

- Okay-- [grunts]
Very good.

See you bag, please?

Oh, this is very nice.
- Thank you.

- Okay.
Ooh.

Freaky.
- [laughs]

Not what you were expecting?

- No, it's very good, it's just
most people-- they have guns.

Ah, a good look.
Okay.

Señor.
Gracias.

Welcome.
[Roy Orbison's "Go! Go! Go!"]

- ♪ Well, you can't be
my loving baby ♪

♪ You ain't got the style ♪

♪ I'm gonna get some
real gone love ♪

♪ That'll drive
a cool cat wild ♪

♪ We gotta move,
rollin' right on down ♪

♪ Gonna get me a gal
that'll go out on the town ♪

♪ Well you gotta move on
down the line ♪

♪ I'm gonna get me a gal
that'll make some time ♪

♪ She can't be square,
she can't be slow ♪

♪ 'Cause when we start
struttin' ♪

♪ Gotta go go go ♪

♪ ♪

- All right, gentleman.
[indistinct]

- Jesus.

This place is a lot gaudier
than I thought.

[laughs]
Look at this crowd.

Archer Flournoy's on the board
of the phone company.

He could help us locate
that cell.

I just re-did his will.
Cut the kids out.

It all goes to the dog.

- Obviously.
- Jesus.

The Staghornes are here.

I'm not sure anybody's
seen them in daylight.

James and Jimmy Jr.
own the "Chronicle,"

which means they
pretty much control everything.

- My stars.
Is that Allegra Dill?

- I suppose

they're letting everybody in
the front door these days.

- Daddy.
[laughs]

So I hear good things about
your senator, Miss Dill.

It's impressive
how far you've come.

- ♪ Go! ♪

[cheers and applause]

- Pick!

Yeah!
Spring break!

Whoo-hoo!
[laughs]

I didn't think you were coming.
Ha-ha!

Yeah, boys, all right.

Whoo!

[sighs]

[fast drumming]

Hey, y'all hungry?

I ordered a bunch of fish eggs
from fucking Tehran, but--

[clears throat]
nobody's touched 'em.

[coughs]

[steel guitar playing]

Who're you?

- I'm her lawyer.
A. D. Singe.

Like "scorch."
- You grow up rich or poor?

- Middle class.

- I'll bet you wanna see
my pet giraffes.

- You bet right.

♪ ♪

- [chuckling]

[sighs]
What's that look?

- We need to talk.

Alone.

♪ ♪

- This is Miss Daphne Owens.

She, uh, balances the books
for these little shindigs.

Miss Daffy, would you please
send a couple more mai tais

out to the mayor?

- The perfect circle
and the perfect crime.

- You can't make it stick.

- You don't have the proof.
- [chuckles]

- Remember this shit?

- That's where you're wrong,
Al.

- Look at that.

- I always show my work.

- Still holds up.

- A man broke into my room
last night.

Took your worthless
deposition.

Oh-- first he choked me out.

- Who was it?
- Who do you think?

You gave it to me in public.
You set me up.

So if you wanted Brattle

to know that
you were cooperating...

congratulations.

- I had no idea that Brattle
would send his boys after you.

You were supposed to hand it
off to your boss.

- What's your game?

He's a psychopath,
and you want him here?

- [sighs]

I didn't trust the FBI to catch
that old goat.

And I was right.
[chuckles]

Well, so what'd your bosses say

when you told 'em
old Clyde was here?

You didn't tell them,
did you?

Well, well, well.

I guess you still got
a soft spot for me after all.

- The only soft spot is the one
on your thick skull.

- [laughs]

- A clean deposition
is your one chance

to keep your assets unfrozen
and your ass

out of federal prison.
- [sighs]

- The committee knows American
weapons went missing in Syria,

that you were there,
and then you got rich.

So you either tie Brattle
to it,

or the noose
goes around your neck.

- Well, your date seems cool.

- He's not cool.
He's my lawyer.

- If you could just
unlock the account,

I'll be able to solve my
client's problems right away.

Now taste that

and tell me that ain't
the best drink you ever had.

- I suppose I could
make a call.

You did such good work
on my will.

- Thank you.

- But the thing is,

this is my day off.
I have a drink in my hand.

And most of all,
I just don't wanna.

[harp melody]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Listen to my call ♪

- You're barking up the wrong
tree.

You don't mind.

- Uh, no.
Go ahead.

♪ ♪

- The only thing rich men
respond to is fear.

Guess you're not afraid.

- I guess I'm not rich.

- [laughs]

I'm Lucretia.

- I'm A. D. Singe.

- Tried to hire you
as my divorce lawyer,

but they said
you don't swing that way.

- Well, I'm only employable
when somebody dies.

- [laughs]

- And you?
- [sighs]

I'm just a woman on the verge.

- Verge of what?
- Mm, something big.

A hangover probably.

[chuckles]

It is so nice to see all these
men out with their mistresses.

Oh, he probably picked her up
at the train station.

- [laughs]

- Yeah, he'll send her back
to Lubbock with the clap

and a gift card
to a spaghetti restaurant.

I know when people are cheating

because I'm a grade-A sneak.

I've got tools,
and I am willing to use them.

Don't you cross me.

♪ ♪

- What if I got some sneaking
of my own to do?

- Well, Mr. Lawyer Man,
why don't you come out

from behind that bar
and tell me all about it?

- What do you know
about those bombs?

- The bombs?
- The one that killed Felicity.

And the one
that almost killed me.

- Pick, you actually think
I set those bombs?

- You are a weapons dealer.
- I was a weapons dealer.

Don't you fucking do that,
Pick.

We're family.

And just so you know--

I'm no bomber.
- Then who is?

- Well, I don't know,
but I'll tell you this.

- Bombers, they light a fuse,

and they walk away 'cause
they're chickenshit cowards.

I have to kill a man...

I look him in the eye.

[door opens]

- [tired breathing]

Hello, Jay.

And...

lady in a suit.

This appears not to be
the commode.

- Mr. Mayor.
- Hmm?

- Won't you
join me outside?

We can't deny our guests
the pleasure of your company.

Heh.
- [laughs]

Oh, and besides,

I think a couple
of them hula girls

are about to shed their grass
skirts if you catch my meaning.

[laughs]
- Hey, hey.

[luau music]

♪ ♪

- Testing, testing.
[chuckles]

This thing on?
Well, thank you all for coming.

Hey, let's give it up
for Carvell,

our county's
youngest Old Elvis.

- Way to go, kid!
[cheers and applause]

- Who is that man?

- That's Jake Spivey, Daddy.

He owns the house now.
He's new.

- All right, now...
- Christ.

- Let's get to the real reason
that we're here,

which is to support
our dear friend

Mayor Antonio Salazar,

on his fourth consecutive
re-election campaign!

Come on, y'all!

- [laughs]
[cheers and applause]

- Hey, Big Tony,

why don't you come up here
and give a speech, man?

Aw, don't you get modest.

Get on up here.
Speech!

Speech-- come on, y'all!
Speech!

[applause]
- All right.

All right.

- He can't walk
a straight line.

- Daddy, he's been
a good friend to us.

- I don't care.

- Our mayor,
ladies and gentlemen.

- Aw, well this is a surprise!

I thought this was
supposed to be a party.

Ah, boop, bop, bee, doop, bop,
boop, boop, boop!

[laughs]

I love a party!

It's a-- it's an honor

being mayor
of this beautiful town

and all of its beautiful
citizens.

- Most of these people
are trash.

- Shh.

- Of course, not all of them
are beautiful.

I was on Main today, and I saw
a lady who was a real horse.

[laughs]
[crowd murmurs]

But horses have their uses too.

Right?
- Mmm.

- Transportation is one.

You know?
And then...

glue.

Eventually, I suppose.

- Pull yourself together, pal.
- Shh.

- And what's the glue
that bonds us all?

Well, it's business.
Today it's my business

to keep you safe
from the bomber out there...

- Hey.

- By keeping the drinks
flowing in here.

- Why don't you give me
that phone number?

- So drink up!
- The missing blower?

- ...I will sit down.

[applause]

- Get him outta here.
- Now, now.

Just let him have his--

- That's the way to get 'em,
Mayor.

- Shh.
- That's winning 'em over.

- Please.
- [snickering]

- Nothing rattles men more
than a crying woman.

[clears throat]
Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

- What happened!?
- Donna!

My 12-year-old Donna--

she's out there somewhere!
Shit!

- Are you sure
she's not at home?

- She wasn't there
when I left!

What if she gets caught
by the car bomber,

and I'm here just drinking,
and-- I gotta find her.

She's not answering her phone.
If I just knew she was indoors!

And safe!
[cries]

What if he car bombs her?

[crying]
- Here.

Let me fix this.
- Okay.

- I'm still the mayor,
aren't I?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Uh-huh.

- Now let's you, me
have a daiquiri.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Yeah.

- I'll make a call.
- Yeah.

- We'll see if we can't find
Donna's phone.

- Okay.
- Just take a deep breath.

- Would you like me
to get you some shrimp?

- I got you.
What do I need shrimp for?

- Fruit?

Would you like me
to get you some fruit?

- I got you.
What do I need fruit for?

- Here.

Put this in your GPS
or whatever.

I don't know how
your car works.

[chuckles]
- Is there a Donna?

- Donna's my 12-year-old cat.
- [laughs]

- She doesn't have a phone,
but she is missing.

Who's the dame?
- Allegra Dill.

[dramatic music]

- I know you.

You're my husband's dead
fiancé's sister.

♪ ♪

Very nice meeting you.

- Lucretia Colder?
- I guess so.

- Let's go find that phone.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sign squeaks]

- Hi, um.
I'm looking for a cell phone.

Uh, uh--
lost and found.

Thank you.
Excuse me.

♪ ♪

Is this it?
Is this all you have?

Um, uh, cell phone?
Teléfono?

This.
No, no, cell phone.

Can I look?

Are you always here?
Is there someone else?

Have you seen a cell phone?
- Lo siento.

- Any kind of cell phone?
Celular?

Anyone left anything?
Uh, teléfono?

Like, maybe heard some ringing?

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- Allegra.

You got to cool off.

Sorry.
It's okay.

It's okay.

We hit a dead end, but
we're gonna keep trying, okay?

We gonna try again.
- No.

It's here.
It has to be here.

- Okay, can we both
just calm down though?

- No!

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

I knew it.

I knew it.

- You were right.

- This is where she lived.

Where she really lived.

- [laughs]

[laughs]

- Allegra.

- Any luck?

- Nope.
It's wiped.

Whatever she's working on,
she didn't leave a trace.

- She wasn't safe.

Not even here.

Never should've left her alone.

[sighs]

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

You're Harold Snow.

- Yeah.

- What the hell are you doing
in my dead sister's apartment?

- Well, I could ask you
the same thing.

[sign squeaking]

[tape stretching]

- Hey.

Aw, lady,
what'd I ever do to you?

Oh, man.
- Search his toolbox.

- Hey.
Come on, now.

Can't we all just
talk this out like adults?

- Sure.
Why are you here?

- Why are any of us here?

Our existence is--
- Is this loaded?

- I don't know.

I don't know.
Did you put that in there?

- We're gonna tell the cops

that we surprised you
in a burglary.

I took this away from you,
and I shot you in the knee.

- Hey, hey!
- The right one I think.

- You just can't go around
shooting people.

Even in this town!
- Is that so?

- Yeah.
- Harold, uh, I am a lawyer,

and you have several options
available to you.

None of them are ideal.

[gunshot]
- [cries]

Jesus.

Good God!

What the fuck?
- Why are you here?

- I'm just looking
for my bug!

- Your bug?
- Yeah.

My little baby--

it's a black box recorder.
Fits in your hand.

It don't matter anyhow.

Some asshole broke in here
and stole it.

It was pricey as hell,

and I spent a shit ton
of billable hours

making sure everything
was encrypted.

Psh.

I'm probably out
at least a grand.

So rest assured,

you're not the one
having a bad day here, okay?

- You're a creep, Harold.

But you're a business man.

Who paid you to bug
your landlady?

- Can I smoke?

Please.

I know you got cigarettes
in there.

- [groans]

- My ears are ringing.
Just FYI.

- Don't be dumb, Harold.

You're not too smart.

But you're not dumb either.

Who paid you?

- If you wanna know so bad,

it seems to me it might be
worth something to you.

Fuck!
God damn it!

You're an ass--
[blows]

You're an asshole.

Ow.

It was Ferness.

The ex.

- Floyd Ferness?
- Yeah.

I caught her one night
banging on her door.

Said he wasn't jealous,
he was just worried.

Yeah.
I heard that one before.

So I told him that
there were certain services

I could provide.

- You spy on people for money.

- Hey, look, man.
I just--

I help people
get what they want.

And jerks like Ferness,
how do they pay me back?

They steal my shit.
Life's a trip.

Look, I'm sorry he maybe...

Blew up your sister.

- [sighs]
- She was cool.

We had a nice repartée.

She and I loved to laugh.

I know it ain't my place
in saying it,

but maybe...

maybe you should've
taken better care of her.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I struck a nerve, huh?

♪ ♪

Whoa.
Hey, now.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Okay.

- Allegra, you don't--
- Hey, hey, look.

We don't have to go there.
You gonna stab me?

Man, are you cool with this?

You gonna watch this?
You gonna watch her kill me?

You gonna--
[tape splits]

Ow.
God damn.

- Get out.
- Gladly.

Jesus.
[grunts]

Ow.

About next month's rent--
- It's covered.

Sweet.
Can I-- can I get my gun back?

- Get out.
- All right.

[door opens]

[door slams]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- We can get that recording
from Floyd,

we can find out
what she's doing--

what kind of danger
she was in.

- What was that in there?
- That was a lucky break.

It establishes behavior.

- And what is it
that you do exactly?

- I'm an investigator.
- Right.

And these your usual methods?

- When necessary.

- And then what?

- Once I have the facts,
I hand them over.

- [laughs] And then what?
You just-- you just walk away?

- Usually.

Unless there's something
worth sticking around for.

Come on,
let's hit the Slush Pit.

We can talk strategy.

- Uh, as much as I would love
to get a drink with you...

I think we both need some sleep
for the funeral tomorrow.

- Right.

I'm gonna walk.

See you tomorrow.

[car engine starts]

Hey, Lalo.

- Allegra.

- Since when are you
border patrol?

- A couple years now.

I still help my dad
back out at the club.

You know?

Gotta climb the ladder somehow,
right?

So I can be like you.

Allegra!

Hey, you want a ride somewhere?

They, uh, say there's a killer
on the loose.

[car engine starts]
- One bombing at the zoo.

There are two bombings
of police officers,

and these bombings...
- Um...

- Are clearly
the symptom of a deeper rot.

- No thanks. I need a walk.
- Thousands of years ago,

Egyptian priests would...
- Okay, then.

- Remove dead men's brains
through the nose...

- Stay safe.
- You too.

- By using a sort
of curved hook.

My friends today, that hook
is called capitalism,

and it is removing your brain.

[eerie music]

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

[heavy breathing]

[computer beeps]

- Guess who encrypted
all his shit.

- Hi.

Are you gonna hurt me?

[moody jazz music]

- And he took the computer?

♪ ♪

Any indication
of where he was going?

♪ ♪

Did he seem upset?

Are there any vehicles missing?

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

- Mister Brattle.

[ominous music builds]

♪ ♪

- I apologize
for having to search you,

but I'm sure you'll understand.

- Still,

this seems a little bit
out of the ordinary.

[mysterious music]

When did humble Senate
staffers start packing heat?

Oh, thank you.
That's Harley.

He's been with the company
for more than a decade.

He's a good boy.

And I believe you met Sid.

- How's your throat?
- Still a little sore.

- You came back
at the wrong time.

- That's Anatol driving.

He's, uh,
a little less delicate.

♪ ♪

I was sorry to hear
about your sister,

but I appreciate
your professionalism

in the face of tragedy.

I always found work to be a
balm when life became too much.

- Work?
Is that what you call

stealing $40 million
in American guns?

- [chuckles] That is simply
inaccurate, my dear.

I reclaimed those guns.

And then I sold them for quite
a bit more than that.

It's a good thing
that your senator

is moving forward
with the public hearing.

He has a chance
to clear things up.

Especially now
the situation's so, uh, fluid.

- What is it that you want,
Clyde?

- Well, Miss Dill, you might
say I want to take my medicine.

- Are you serious?

How much medicine?

- Let's say a few years

in one of the more relaxed
federal hoosegows,

and a fine of, well, no more
than two or three million.

- Two years instead of life?

- Life is such
an indeterminate sentence.

- It's not enough.
The senator needs scalps.

- Even an amateur knows not to
play his hand before the call.

- And what if you're bluffing?

- I don't bluff.

- Tell about Jake, boss.

- Oh, yes.
Jake.

- He says he's retired.
- That's what he's calling it?

Well, I'm sorry to tell you

that Jake has done
some terrible things.

Terrible, awful,
shocking things.

- He's bad, all right.
- Unspeakable deeds...

And I can prove them all.

Ever heard of Al-Namur?

- What about you, Clyde?

What about your deeds?

- You know, it's funny.
For nearly 30 years

our government found

my particular
set of skills useful.

Now they consider them
indictable.

[tense music]

- If you're taking me
to my hotel, you missed a turn.

- No, we're not taking you
to our hotel.

♪ ♪

- [chortling]

- I'm gonna give you
some advice, Miss Dill.

What I'm gonna tell you
took me years to learn.

It's very simple,
and it's simply this:

do not believe a word
Jake Spivey says.

♪ ♪

Something I want you to see.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

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[thump]

[footsteps]

[buzzing]

[beeping]

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