The Old Man (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - II - full transcript

Damn it, Harold.

You didn't bring them.

No, I didn't. You don't
need any more guns.

I don't need more guns.
I need those guns.

You know,

we're 350 miles from
the nearest golf course.

I'm not sure what
this is all about.

I don't have the luxury

of pretending I'm someone
other than who I actually am.

Good one.

So, are we gonna argue now



before you eventually agree
to get me what I need?

Johnny, do you have any
idea how dangerous it is

- for me to even be here?
- I guess so.

You are fighting a war

your country has ordered
you not to fight.

And within that war,

you've taken sides with
one of our enemies.

He's fighting
against our enemies.

How do you figure that
makes him our enemy?

He's not fighting it the
way we want it fought.

He's not gonna win the fight
the way he's fighting it.

And he's making the guys

who are going to win
it weaker for having

- to fend him off.
- None of that matters.



None of it matters?

There's no one else out here,

is there?

This is where the
decisions get made, okay?

It's just you and me.

Regardless of what Langley
wants you to think,

you know I'm right.

You know I'm right.

He's smarter than you
and me put together.

All he wants is for his
people to live their lives

without getting
raped and murdered

by Russian teenagers.

In a war where it's getting
increasingly difficult

to tell the good guys
from the bad guys,

I'm telling you.

This guy is the good guy.

That's what matters.

That's all that matters.

The United States government,

its entire
intelligence apparatus,

all her regional allies

and all their intelligence
apparatuses...

They're all wrong
about this guy.

And you're right?

Yes, exactly.

So, can I have my
rifles now, please?

How'd the Knicks end up doing?

Haven't seen a sports
page in three months,

but got the feeling like
maybe it was turning around.

You know it's going
to be me, right?

When the wrong people find out

what it is you're
doing out there

and they want for there
to be no you anymore...

I'm the one they're
gonna order to do it.

How we looking, Waters?

All right, let's set up a...

set up a grid, all right?

My operation's been shut down.

You don't say.

Red Notice was
published last night.

Warrants are being
issued as we speak.

It's a law
enforcement issue now.

A task force will be
formed out of your office

to organize a manhunt.

I will be assigned to that
task force to consult.

With your permission then, sir,

there is one question
from last night

- I'd like to start working on.
- What's that?

Well, there was a point

where he'd lost my guys.

He could have just disappeared,

but instead, he came back

to do all this.

I'm wondering why.

Maybe he wanted to make it messy

so we'd have to
play by the rules.

Or maybe he wanted to
make it messy, sir,

so that you would be

the one in charge of
the rules we play by.

Sir, it is hard for me to
see what I saw last night

and not suspect
that this situation

is personal to you

in ways that may be
detrimental to the mission.

You get to be my age
in this business,

and one way or another,
you'll have something personal

with just about everyone.

- Where you going?
- Can't have gotten far.

I'm gonna find him.

Hey, Em. It's your dad again.

I know you're not a child.

And I know that there are thins

that are gonna
have to change now.

Who we are to each other.

Hell, who I am to the world.

And it has to change so quickl.

It used to be easy.

Easy to step out of one
role and into another.

It was second nature to me.

It's just that...

I really thought that this
was gonna be the last role

I'd ever have to play.

Being your dad.

Starting again,

it seems so much
harder than I remember.

I know you've got questions,

questions you want answers to.

I know it seems like
I'm shutting you out.

I know it seems

like this is the end of us.

It isn't.

I've discarded Dan Chase

and everything that
ties me to him.

I'm leaving it all behind.
But the answers that you want

and the solutions that I need,

they're in L.A.,

and I'm not gonna make
it all the way out there

in this shape.

I need to...

I need to find a quiet place.

I need to take a little time.

I need someplace
that isn't connected

to anyone or anything
that I'm supposed to be.

I need to heal up.

I got to remember what it
takes to be someone ne.

I'll call you when I can.

I love you, kiddo.

Can I help you?

Hi. I'm, uh,

I'm just making sure you
have everything you need.

Oh, all set.

Great. Great. I'm Zoe.

Peter. Caldwell.

You okay?

Yeah, for sure.

Uh, uh, who are you, now?

I-I'm Zoe.

I live here.

- You live here.
- I do.

I see. I was under
the impression

that the owner wasn't on-site.

What gave you that impression?

Well, the contact
number on the listing

- was a 412 area code.
- Right.

That would be my ex-husband.

He... The property
still belongs to him.

- Oh, all right.
- I hope that's not a problem.

Uh...

no, no.

Are you sure you're all right?

Oh, this?

Yeah. Oh, I'm fine.

You should see the other guy.

No, a fender bender.

You know, I'm heading west.

I sold my house.

Bought a place in Montana.

I thought I'd take
a couple of days,

you know, see the country.

And, uh, second day out,

couple of teenagers,
they run a red light.

Well, if you...

if you need anything at
all, don't hesitate to ask.

I see you have a dog.

I do. Yeah, I do.

- Is that a problem?
- The listing should have said no dogs.

Oh, did it?

- I...
- The listing definitely said no dogs.

Oh, I see.

That's it.

I'm sorry, I-I don't...
I don't think this is

- gonna work out.
- Oh, they're exceptionally well-behaved dogs.

I'm sure they are. But it...
My ex-husband and I, he...

I just... I just can't
have them eating his sofa,

and then he, uh, thinks that
I let them do it. I just...

- I can't have that in my life right now.
- I can make

a security deposit
if that would help.

- In cash. Help.
- I'm so sorry. I, uh...

I'm sorry.

It was nice meeting you.

Good luck.

You're not gonna believe this.

- Office or home, sir?
- Neither.

I got to go see a friend.

Just a moment.

The light's perfect right now.

The New York Times called today

to read me my obituary.

A very nice girl named
Janine read it to me.

I quite enjoyed it.

Like peeking
through the curtains

into some forbidden room.

I'll bet.

What did she say?

I don't really remember.

Mm, the things you'd expect.

It wasn't what she
said so much as...

how she said it.

But how nice it will be,

in those final moments
as the light is dying,

knowing what everyone
will read in the paper

the morning after

and knowing it will be good.

Faraz Hamzad is back.

I know.

Yeah, I thought you might.

And I was hoping that
maybe you'd know why.

Does it matter?

Well, I think it matters.

For 30 years, uh...

No one could've cared less

about him or what he wanted.

Now he's asking for help
settling some 30-year grudge,

and some fool has
agreed to provide it.

He can ask for
anything he likes,

anything at all, and
he's gonna get it.

Why?

From the moment
Johnny betrayed him,

one imagines

he was consumed with two things

imagining revenge

and acquiring the
means to make it real.

Opium. Guns. K
and R. Influence.

He had no problem
acquiring means.

It was just a matter of time

before he figured
out how to apply it.

Who knows what leverage he
holds over whom and how,

but in this moment,

he's using it for
all it's worth,

and it's working.

I loved you and Johnny both

as I would sons.

I warned you both that the
choices you were making

would have consequences.

And I watched as you did
whatever the hell you wanted,

as sons will.

Him leaving the Agency
to be Lawrence of Arabia

and you leaving it
to be a policeman.

The only surprise

is that it took so damn long

for any of this to
catch up to you.

I spoke to him.

Spoke to who?

Johnny. I called him.

And I tried to help him escape.

- When did you do...
- Just before he was about to get caught. Last night.

- Why would you...
- Because in the process of pulling out his fingernails,

maybe Faraz Hamzad learns

that Johnny had some
help screwing him over.

And then all kinds of stories

crawl out into the light.

And then maybe the next name

on Faraz Hamzad's revenge list

is mine.

This thing has been buried
in the ground for 30 years.

I wanted it to stay there.

Well, you should've
called me first.

What, you would've told
me not to call him?

I would've told you that
Johnny doesn't fucking listen

no matter how much sense
you think you're making.

And I might have told you
that there are better ways

of keeping things
buried in the ground

than trying

to wish them away.

Is that what I think it is?

One day,

a nice young lady from
The New York Times

is going to call you.

And she'll pull
back the curtains,

and I hope you see that
all the work you've done,

all the things you've
built... They mattered.

They're appreciated.
They'll survive.

I hope you'll see tears

and reverence and love.

Believe me when I
tell you that moment

is what every moment
that preceded it

has been for.

What you don't want
to see is doubt.

Ill regard.

Gossip and indictments

and your wife's shame

and your grandson's confusion

about what kind of man
his grandfather truly was.

Do what you must

to protect that moment.

Do anything you must.

If I even touch
that piece of paper

and anyone ever finds out,

I have a pretty good guess

what the headline on
my obituary will be.

And it's not gonna be good.

The light's perfect.

Would that it might
stay that way forever.

Why are you doing this?

Well, I saw what you
were about to eat.

Somebody needed to do this.

Besides, I've got time to kill
before the tow truck comes.

- And I really... I really enjoy, uh...
- No, I meant...

I meant "why are you doing this"

in a "I hope you don't think
it's gonna change my mind

- about the rental" kind of way.

Well,

try this and then
let's talk, hmm?

You look like you know
what you're doing.

I-I used to do it more.

You know, cook.

- Before my son went to college.
- Mm.

I don't-I don't miss
the stress of it.

I mean, I know some
people find it relaxing,

but all I ever felt

was the fear of burning things.

Well,

maybe whoever
taught you to do it

skipped a few steps, hmm?

Could be. Who taught you?

Oh, this guy I served with.

You were in the army?

Yeah. A long time
ago. He was a local.

Uh, very... very well-respected.

And he took his
kitchen very seriously.

I... I found that rather odd.

I talked to him about it.

And he told me this story that
he was told as a young boy

about this wise old
man and his garden.

This, uh...

This wise old man,

he never spoke.

And, uh, it wasn't
because he couldn't

or because he had
nothing to say.

It was because he believed

that language deceived.

That by its very nature,
it clouded the truth, so

it made the world
harder to know.

And, uh, this...

This wise old man, he believed

that the truth...

the truth lived only in silence.

Communicated by other means.

That the food he
prepared from his garden,

that conveyed, you
know, his affection,

his gratitude

or his indifference...

far better than any
words could convey.

And it was said that
this wise old man...

He could change
minds in that way.

He could

soften the hardest of hearts...

without ever saying...

one word.

Am I getting anywhere?

When I was a kid...

and I was having a moment...

my mom used to drop everything

and just make me scrambled eggs.

Hey.

I don't know why it
worked, but it did.

Maybe you're onto something.

- Tell me more about the dogs.

Oh, they're sweethearts. Yeah.

They've been sitting absolutely
still for 20 minutes.

Is that because they
listen really well

or because they're
giving each other ideas?

Oh, well, they're
exceptional listeners.

I asked them to sit.
They're sitting.

And if you ask them not
to eat the guest house,

would they listen to that, too?

Uh, you seem very
uncomfortable with all this,

- and, you know, I...
Truly, I understand.

- I don't want to...

Oh, look, there's the tow truck.

I don't want to cause you any
trouble or make you regret this.

It's been nice to meet you.
Wonderful to cook for you.

Two months' rent.

As security.

- Oh, no, we're...

- Well, are you sure?
- In cash.

And you'll cook
three nights a week.

Groceries are on your dime.

If you can live with that,
I can live with this.

Deal.

Ow.

Oh.

We're okay.

Well, we're gonna be
okay for a little while.

FBI Directorate of Intelligence.

This is an unsecured line.
How may I direct your call?

I'm fine, guys.

As you were.

Whose birthday?

Joe's.

If it's your birthday, why
aren't you having cake?

Well, I don't like cake.

Or celebrating at work.

Or birthdays.

Okay.

So, what are we doing here?

Well, everyone else
likes those things.

Okay.

Uh, we should get you
up to speed on this.

- Uh, is now a good time?
- Sure thing.

Just give me a
minute to settle in.

- How you holding up, kiddo?
- I'm okay. What are you doing here?

You don't sound so okay.

I'm not okay.

It's only been a few weeks.

Are you okay?

No.

It's wrong for them to have
brought you in like this.

I mean, Cheryl
needs you at home.

Henry needs you at home.

You need you at home.

Joe has everything
under control here.

Thank you. I mean it.

Right now, I've been
asked in to do my job,

so I'm just trying to
focus on doing my job.

Come on in, Joe.

What do you got?

Well, been working
on these aliases,

- but there's not a whole hell of a lot to go on.
- Aliases?

- Yeah.
- What aliases?

From the subject, our guy Chase.

- Where'd we get aliases from?
- From the Agency.

Somehow they managed
to harvest six names.

And if we can
positively ID them,

then we can start surveillance
on bank accounts, residences

and make it hard for
this guy to function.

Wait, I thought you were on
the ground when this went down.

- How did you not know we had this?
- The guy in charge

when I got there. Uh, Waters.

Apparently, he didn't
want me to know.

- Why would he keep that from you?
- Who knows.

Keep pushing everyone on this.

And copy me on all the
raw data you pull in.

I should have my eyes
on everything, as well.

And...

Uh, do me a favor.
Close the door.

I've got another name that
we have to track down,

but I want you guys to do it.

- No one else.
- Okay. What's the name?

I don't know.

Dan Chase has a daughter.

I don't know anything about
her, but I know she exists.

And I know if I can find her,

I can get control of him.

Well, if you don't know anything
about her, how do you know

- that she exists?
- I know him.

Knew him, at least.

We served together.

Jesus. So that's why
they called you in.

Yeah.

It was a long time ago,

but yeah, I have some skin
in the game on this one,

so I want to see it through.

Okay.

I'm on it.

And, kiddo.

You don't have to
worry about me.

Well, I'm gonna.

- Peter?

- Hi there.
- Hi.

Is it my night to cook?

No. Uh, no. Um, I just...

I feel like I need
to ask you something.

Oh, okay.

I'd like you to
have dinner with me.

Oh.

I-I'm confused now.

It is my night to cook?

No, no.

No, I-I'm-I'm... Dinner.

O-Out. With me.

Oh.

Okay, sure. Why not.

Dad.

Yeah.

- Dad.
- Yeah.

- I know. I mean...

Look, if I say no,

then maybe she starts
getting suspicious

why I won't be seen in public.

- Dad.
- Look, I don't know.

She asked. I said yes.

It just, uh, it just came out.

What do you want me to tell
yo? I'll be okay, okay?

Your server will
be right with you.

- Thank you.
- I know what I'm doing.

Well, that's attractive.

- Uh... Why don't I
just put that back.

- We can pretend
that never happened.

Let's see what you got.

Um...

Acid reflux.

Ah, acid reflux.

Uh, statin?

- You got anything I don't have?
- Uh... phosphatidylserine.

- You got any phosphatidylserine?
- What does that do?

Oh, it prevents
cognitive decline.

Probably doesn't
do that, you know.

Yeah, you're probably right.

But my wife, she, uh... she
died of Huntington's disease

after six years of
severe dementia,

so I'm erring on
the side of caution.

And here I thought
this would be awkward.

What, you've never
started a first date

with an ailment contest before?

No, I cannot say that I have.

How long has it been for you?

You know, since your
last first date.

George Bush, thereabouts.

Oh. Well, which one?

Read my lips.

- Oh, that's... Ha, ha.

That's a long time ago.

Yeah, I'm just now
realizing just how long.

How about you?

Oh, a bit longer than that.

My wife, actually.

How long has it been
since she passed away?

Oh, little over five years.

Yeah, we were, um...

We were married for 21 years,

but...

I knew she was the
one long before that.

It was too complicated
to act on it,

but the minute I saw her,

I knew she was the one.

How long has it been
since your divorce?

About the same as you.

- Five years.
- Hmm.

What happened?

I mean, we don't have
to talk about that.

No, no, no, it's fine.

He...

Is it strange that you
have an easier time

talking about your
wife passing away

- than I do about my husband leaving me?
- No.

No, it's not.

No, it's not, is it?

Uh...

Well, we-we married in our 20s,
and, you know, it made sense.

Um, we...

I supported him however I could.

Enjoyed his company,
he enjoyed mine.

We picked up slack.

We hosted and fought

and apologized, and...

- laughed and compromised.
- Mm-hmm.

- And had a son.
- Mm-hmm.

Loved him, cared for him, and...

We had a life, you
know. We worked at it.

And it-it made sense until one
day I woke up and it didn't.

And then there was a woman...

much younger than me.

And then it was over.

And my house got
very, very quiet.

Oh. You didn't deserve that.

Thank you.

I mean it.

Oh?

You sure about that?

Yes, I am.

Then let me tell you the
story a different way.

When we got married in our
20s, it made sense to everyone.

I was pretty sure it
made sense to me, too.

We enjoyed each other's company.

We had a life.

Until one day, I woke up,
and I couldn't breathe.

I dragged myself to
the mirror, and I...

I recognized the eyes
but not the face.

It wasn't my face.

It was my mother's face, or...

a stranger's face.

Nothing made any sense.

So, I got the courage
to talk to my husband,

and I said, "Something
is very wrong,

I am living the wrong life."

But I wanted to fix it somehow.

I wanted to fix it with him.

I wanted to live the
right life with him.

And he agreed,

and he sacrificed,
and he supported,

and he picked up slack,
and he compromised, and...

I didn't get any happier.

But I tried.

I tried.

I tried.

So, eventually, he
couldn't sacrifice anymore.

Eventually, he found
a life that made sense

with a woman who,

when she tried to get happy,

she succeeded.

And the happier he got with her,

the more and more resentful
he got towards me,

and...

spiteful.

And my life got
really, really quiet.

Why would you tell
the story that way?

I tell it to myself both ways.

Honest to God, I don't know
which one is the truth.

I don't, uh,

I don't think what
happened was your fault.

- Well...
- Oh, you can't control how you feel, you know?

You're not the villain here.

I hope that's true.

I think that's true.

But here's what I do know.

Nobody ever sees themselves
as playing that role.

Right?

But there they are.

There's a villain
in every story.

Maybe that's why.

Maybe the only one
who can play that role

is the one who can't
see it happening.

Sorry. Was that too much?

- Can I get you a wine list?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm-I'm Ray Waters.

Your CIA liaison,

though no one seems
particularly excited

about liaising with me.

It's almost as if someone
instructed them not to.

Any idea who that might've been?

Yeah, that was me.

All right, then.

You're upset that I've been less
than forthcoming with your boss.

May I ask why?

Well, he hired me
out of Quantico,

launched my career, taught
me almost everything I know,

protected me when it was
dangerous for him to.

Should I go on?

No, there's no daylight
between the two of you.

I can see that.

I assume he's told you all
about Faraz Hamzad, then.

He hasn't?

Well, then, that's-that's
interesting.

I made some calls this
morning trying to figure out

what it was we're
mixed up in here.

Would you like to
know what I heard?

Faraz Hamzad was a
warlord in Afghanistan

during the Soviet invasion.

Now, not our favorite, right?

But formidable enough we
couldn't discount him, either.

But what made him so formidable

was he had a man in his camp,

scared the living shit out
of everyone over there.

He shot a rival warlord between
the eyes at 1,100 yards.

Word was, he'd go on raids
against Russian units,

alone.

Now, I'm talking hard targets...

Pipe-hitting, spetsnaz
motherfuckers.

And then just disappear
into the night,

having dropped a dozen bodies
in total fucking silence.

No alarm, no witnesses.

I mean, he's-he's
just a goddamn madman,

this guy, right?

Now, in the Panjshir Valley,

they called him Baba-khorkhore.

It's "the beast who
eats everything."

Back in Langley, there was
a rumor floating around.

Baba-khorkhore,
actually ex-Agency.

That's pretty scandalous,
right? You got a...

got an American spy killing
Russians in the battlefield.

It's not even the best part.

Word is...

Hamzad's number two...

The ghost, Baba-khorkhore...

was Dan Chase.

That Hamzad's using us
to get his hands on him

after all these years.

Something about some grudge

that apparently just
never went away.

And what does this have to do
with the assistant director?

Mm.

The chief of
station in Islamabad

overseeing CIA support
for the mujahideen

at this time...

was Harold Harper.

See, now, you just got to
wonder what he might have known.

Right? You got to wonder what
he might have done about it.

You got to wonder how far
he might be willing to go

to keep it from coming out.

Is this what they
teach you at Langley?

That no matter how
much you fuck up,

you just cultivate
an asset and use that

to blame somebody else for it?

If you think I'm gonna
turn on Harold Harper,

you're not very
good at your job.

For what it's worth,

the thing they teach
you at Langley is

when a mark brings up
being cultivated first...

even if they say
they'll never turn,

and I mean especially when
they say they'll never turn...

Well, you seem pretty
good at your job, right?

I'm guessing you can
fill in the rest.

Should sync up.

Stupid phone.

Hey, sweetie.

Ah, uh... No. I
just, I just, uh,

went out for a bite
to eat. What's up?

No, I paid it.

Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure.

Uh, a few days ago. Okay?

Everything should be square
in the bursar's office.

You're okay.

Talk to you soon. I love...

Well, that totally spoiled
the mood, didn't it?

Oh, my God. It did.

- I'm so s...
- Look.

- Should I turn around?
- Why-why would you?

I had that second glass of wine.

No. No, do not turn around.

Just drive normally,

slow to a stop, keep
your hands on the wheel,

and follow their
instructions, okay?

- Evening.
- Hello.

Where you folks headed tonight?

Uh, home. We were just, uh,

out to dinner, now
we're going home.

Hmm.

License and
registration, please.

Of course.

Would you mind showing us your
identification as well, sir?

Is that normal?

- He wasn't driving.
- It won't take long.

- We'll have you on your way in a minute. Sir?
- You know, uh...

Officer, I'm sorry.

Uh, we left in a hurry.
I didn't bring my wallet.

Officer, my husband and
I have lived in this area

for a long time.

Is this really necessary?

Excuse me.

- Sorry, I just thought...
- It's gonna be all right. Trust me.

I'm gonna ask you both to
step out of the vehicle.

Stand right over here, ma'am.

Just right over here, please.

Beautiful night, huh?

- It's all right.

It's all right, but
we need to get moving.

What the hell are you?

Please, just get
in the car with me.

I can't do that.

I see you.

Unit 42, report to
3488 Riverside Drive.

- Do you copy?
- Copy that, we're on our way.

Sir, I smelled alcohol
on your wife's breath.

Have you had anything
to drink tonight?

I haven't. No.

Good. You drive.

- And be more careful next time.
- Oh.

- Thank you, Officer.

- Appreciate that.

- Oh, thank you.

You want to come in for coffee?

Oh. What is it?

- 10:30.

Yes. Yes, it is.

- Huh?

I'm gonna be going
sometime soon, and, uh...

I don't want to create a
weird situation for you.

Maybe can I at least have a say

in what may or may not
make me feel weird?

It's complicated.

You know...

at your age I'd been
married twice already.

I'd lapped you.

I didn't realize
it was a contest.

You got to get out of
here at some point, man.

At least pretend you want
something else out of life.

Yes. Yes, you're right.

I will, I will
get right on that.

Then tell me you've found
something, Agent Adams.

Tell me you got some good news.

I do, and it's not.

We found the daughter.

She's dead.

Emily Anne Chase
died, 2003. Suicide.

It looked like
they kept it quiet.

CIA must not have
thought to look for it,

but it wasn't hard to find.
There was a police report.

We're still working the aliases.

You know, we're gonna
turn something up.

More of the raw. Joe
wanted you to have it ASAP.

Hotline call-ins, traffic stops,

anything fitting
our search criteria.

- You want this here or in your office?
- Yeah, yeah, here.

- Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.

Waters got into my ear today.

He told me some stuff
about Faraz Hamzad.

And about you.

Mm-hmm.

Well, is it true?

I mean, what the hell is
this really all about?

This is the end of
a very long story,

in which I'm not
sure anyone's ever...

really known the answer
to that question.

Right now,

I just want to make sure
the damn thing ends,

so I can go home.

Make sure you get
some sleep, you hear?

The end is never what
you imagined it to be.

And the end is
everything, isn't it?

Colors.

All that came before it.

In the end,

the end is all that matters.

My end was consumed
with fear for you.

For the torment and pain

and unbearable
loneliness you faced

if you never allowed yourself

to take another partner again.

I never wanted you to be alone.

Please. Don't.

If she only knew...

knew what you did to me.

Stole me into your life.

Disfigured me so
that I would fit.

Or maybe it's me
who did that to you.

It's so fucking
hard to remember.

Can I be here when you tell her?

Or maybe I should
just tell her myself.

This was a mistake.

We'll find another
place to lay low.

I don't want to
have to hurt her.

I'm okay, I'm okay.
Just give me a minute.

What happened?

Um...

my son went to take his
organic chemistry midterm today

and was denied seating.

The, uh, registrars' office
said that the tuition check...

had bounced, and I said
that was impossible.

But then I went online
and, uh, sure enough,

the account was
overdrawn by $41.

By $41.

So, I-I apologized and I
said I would take care of it.

And that I was so sorry that he
had been embarrassed like that.

But what I didn't
tell him, what I...

what I so fucking
wanted to tell him is

the reason that the
account was overdrawn

is because his father

likes to short his alimony
payments sometimes,

just to send a message.

You wanted a different life.

This is what it looks like.

So, my son will
spend the afternoon

in his professor's office

trying to reschedule the test,

and I'll be on the phone
for the next two days,

arguing about the penalties
they're gonna charge.

- Why don't you let me pay it?
- No.

I'd really be happy to.

- It's just money.
- Money is never just the money.

- You don't need to do that.

Hello?

Hello.

Morgan Bote gave me your number.

I've been expecting your call.

Is this a good time?

Uh, well... Yeah,
hold on, please.

You do understand
what it is I do, yes?

I've been on one or two
of these calls before,

in another life.

Went to great
lengths to make sure

I'd never be on
one of them again.

I was offered your number.

I took it.

I don't know why I took it.

I guess I figured it was okay

because there was no way
I'd ever be able to use it.

Why wouldn't you
be able to use it?

The guy I wanted you to visit...

I figured there
was a good chance

he'd never be found again.

It's hard to disappear
in this world.

You're giving this
guy a lot of credit.

Are you good at this?

Beg your pardon?

Are you good at this?

I don't think you would've
been given my number

if I weren't.

I don't think so either, but
I'd like to hear you say it.

Yeah. I know what I'm doing.

Because no matter what
this sounds like to you...

No matter how easy
any of this sounds...

It will not be easy.

There's nothing he won't do
to ensure his own survival.

There is no limit to
the damage he'll do

or the things he'll destroy.

This is not someone
to underestimate.

So, if you're asking me
to help you locate him,

it would be helpful to be
pointed in the right direction.

4921 Stratford Avenue.

Colliersville, Pennsylvania.

Let me know when it's done.