The Recruit (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
Previously on The Recruit:
You remember Dawn Gilbane?
Dawn. You look different.
Operations wants to insert Meladze
back into the Russian mob in Belarus
as an asset.
Are you sure this is how
we should be playing it?
- What if she told him about us?
- We'll deal with it.
Max created a niche business
when she hit town.
- She crossed a line with that money.
- Who is Not Bob?
- A legend in the agency.
- I got Not Bob's name from my graymailer.
- You're lying.
- I'm not.
- Hi guys. I could use your help.
- Owen needs to make his case federal.
It's our opportunity
to get someone in close to him.
I just worry that the CIA
will amplify your worst instincts.
I'm 24. I'm supposed
to make mistakes, take big swings.
Go!
I begged you not to do anything,
and you hired a hitman.
- I'm sorry I didn't trust you.
- No! We are done.
The asset
is being released tonight.
We're mission-planning two options.
One to put her back in country,
the other to put her in the ground.
Get in.
...that earlier accident
out near the fairgrounds,
PPD has yet to get a tow in there
to clear that big rig,
and now traffic is backed up
in all directions
on McDowell Road,
Grand Avenue and 19th Avenue.
If you're headed out towards the
fairgrounds or Veterans Memorial,
I suggest you try
either 15th Avenue to Encanto Boulevard
- or take Wickenburg High...
- Thanks for the ride.
No, we're going in with you.
Cops really did a number
searching your place.
I need to sleep.
What?
Hi. Where...?
Fuck.
Where am I?
Washington, D.C.
- Where's the plane going next?
- Back to Phoenix.
That's not any better.
Can it go somewhere else, please?
Sir, you have to get off the airplane.
Okay.
Hey.
Hey.
You look like you've been spun in a dryer.
Thank you.
- Are you okay?
- Uh-huh.
Yeah. Just tired. Took a red-eye.
I'm not talking about your flight, Owen.
Are you really gonna pretend
everything's cool after that phone call?
Everything is cool.
Those are for your computer screen.
Look, I really appreciate
the tough love last night, I do.
Even if I could tell you, there's no point
because you would tell me I should quit.
No, I won't.
But you should.
I don't know why I bother.
Because you're a good person.
You have a soft spot for lost causes.
But honestly, last night was my low point.
And I know that
because the thing that caused it is over.
It's never over, Owen.
Jobs like yours get harder, not easier.
Sure. But this case,
the one that caused me to just spin out,
is behind me.
I'm gonna be around a lot more,
so I won't get so lost.
That would be good.
What, me not getting so lost
or me hanging around a lot more?
Both.
- "Send Amelia flowers."
- Yes, that's right. I forgot about that.
You send women flowers now.
No, first time.
But figured it was the adult thing to do.
I actually don't even know
where to get flowers.
A florist.
Oh, do you have one?
You want me to help you
buy flowers for your girlfriend?
She's not my girlfriend.
Never mind. I can figure it out.
- Owen Hendricks?
- Uh, yeah. Who are you?
Secret Service.
We need you to come with us.
Over, huh?
I'm sure this has nothing to do with that.
- What does this have to do with...?
- I can't tell you that. Let's go.
Okay. Uh...
Have a great day.
Best day ever.
Yeah. After you.
Lester?
Down here.
Back's bothering me.
Must be all the years riding in rusty cars
and sleeping on cut-rate mattresses.
Well, pull yourself together,
because we have a crisis to solve.
Nyland is happy.
Not with us obviously,
or your face wouldn't be doing that.
No, with the young Owen Hendricks.
He got his graymail case
thrown out of court.
Rumor has it
he came up with a genius move,
and now Nyland thinks
the kid walks on water.
I'd be impressed if I wasn't so annoyed.
- We're gonna have to change strategies.
- No.
Violet, think about it.
If he's got Nyland's ear,
that means he can sabotage us
the way we've been sabotaging him.
Yeah, but he's already sabotaged me.
He threw me under the bus
with that whole AI thing.
And I hold a grudge. Trust me,
the kid might be a shooting star now,
but he's gonna crash and burn.
We just have to give him some time.
Fine. But while we wait,
we pivot to get on his good side.
Drop your elbow on my shoulder
right there. Come on now.
All right.
Uh, yes, it's the Spring Is Here bouquet
plus delivery charges
and then the personalized card.
Okay, yup. Thank you, Denise.
Super helpful.
Flowers for my...
She's not really my girlfriend.
She's more than a coworker.
I find the whole term
"friends with benefits" kind of icky.
Wait. Who are you taking me to see?
Mr. Hendricks, I'm Kevin Mills,
chief of staff to the president.
Not Bob.
- Not here.
- Right. "Here" being the White House?
We're in an old executive office building.
I wouldn't bring you to the White House
on a first date,
especially one that requires deniability.
- Why did you bring me here, sir?
- I still have ears inside Langley,
and you've been throwing the name
you just said around. Why?
Because someone who's graymailing us
said that you were one of her handlers.
- Who?
- Maxine Meladze.
She's lying.
I've heard of her,
but she wasn't one of mine.
I was too far up the food chain
by the time she became an asset.
But even if I was her case officer,
she only would have known my cover name
because I'm not an idiot.
Uh...
So you're saying, sir,
that someone is pretending to be you
and not Not Bob?
I don't know.
But someone inside the agency
fed her my internal nickname.
And if they leaked that, they sure as shit
could have leaked other secrets.
I need you to find out who gave me up.
Sir, you were Moscow station chief.
Couldn't you just run down her contacts
and do this with them?
Not with a hip-pocket asset.
And the only handler I knew about
was Rita Stevens. And she's dead.
- Did Max...?
- No. Rita drank like it made the sun rise.
She got liver cancer.
Even on her worst bender,
she never would make a mistake like this.
Sir, the thing is, um...
Well, as of last night,
I'm actually off of Max's case.
Son, I'm the gatekeeper to the president.
I have a Distinguished Intelligence Medal
locked in a drawer inside of Langley.
There are enemy combatants
in unmarked graves
in places you've never even heard of
because of me.
Do you really think you can say no here?
I'm new at the General Counsel's Office,
and the case has been a really rocky road,
so I'm worried about emotionally
re-engaging with Miss Meladze.
- I don't care.
- That's fair.
I'll see what I can find. You wouldn't
have anything for me to go off of, though?
Because as you said,
she's a hip-pocket asset.
Finding paperwork
has been pretty difficult.
Sounds like you have
your work cut out for you.
Call me when you find something.
And find it fast.
I don't like loose ends.
Yes, sir.
Amelia Salazar.
This is Officer Weathers
at the front gate. We have a delivery.
- Subpoena?
- Flowers.
Oh.
Okay. I'll be down in a minute.
She's on the way.
- What you got?
- Uh, tulips.
A romantically-neutral choice,
don't you think?
- Well, they ain't roses.
- Gun!
What?
We have report
of a Taser employed today.
What the fuck, dude?
Federal law prohibits the possession
of a firearm at this facility
unless specifically authorized.
You couldn't at least
secure the flowers first?
Sorry, Miss Salazar.
Uh, we got a problem.
You better call.
I'm not calling.
We'll need at least two teams to pave the
way for Meladze to get back to Belarus.
Let's see who's available.
What?
No, don't do a fucking thing.
I'll handle it.
- Problem?
- Meladze slipped the locals.
It's most likely a power play.
- Trying to show us we don't control her.
- If it's more than that?
Okay.
Someone's happy.
I just closed a case.
Things are looking up, or they were.
- Max is in the wind.
- Wow. Sounds like a you problem.
- What was the last thing Max said to you?
- "Goodbye."
- Do you know where she went?
- No.
You need to start taking this
more seriously.
Meladze is your responsibility.
No, she's yours. I did my job.
Stop trying to pin your failures on me.
I don't know where she is.
I don't wanna know. And for good measure,
I don't care.
So have a nice day.
Okay, cognitive theory of aggression.
Specifically, that aggressive behavior
is learned rather than innate.
Which is the opposite
of the psychodynamic approach, right?
- Where violence is inherently biological.
- Correct.
Okay, that's it for today.
I never took you for a student.
That's because you're a hot mess
of implicit bias.
I'm getting my psych degree
to help me navigate the different
personality archetypes I deal with.
Sociopaths, narcissists with ASPD.
I deal with a lot of unstable assholes
is my point.
If you get your boss to agree to my terms,
you can deal with one less.
Terms for what?
My business.
We have safe houses already.
No. You have stash houses
and whorehouses and drop houses.
And they're cop magnets.
My system eliminates that risk.
Yeah, I know.
You got some special system. What is it?
How do you find
these untraceable properties?
I'll tell you, when you pay me 5 million.
That's too much.
See, you think you shit ice cream.
And in psych terms,
that's called the Dunning-Kruger effect.
No, Dunning-Kruger is when dumbasses
think they're smart. I am smart.
The question is, are you?
We both know
that your boss wants what I have.
So I'll give you one day to make the deal.
Oh.
And then I'll go to someone else.
Are you done?
Get your ass back. Meladze's
here heading for the west garage.
She's selling her safe house hookup,
but we can torture that shit out of her.
- And we'll be heroes for El Jefe.
- Okay.
- Oh, God.
- Who's got Dunning-Kruger now?
Another genius. On your knees.
Now!
Drop your gun.
So...
here's where we're at.
You took a shot at me and you missed.
The price has just gone up to 6 million.
You'll be dealing with a proxy from now on
because I clearly can't trust you.
What the fuck?
- Hello?
- Tell your boss I need the lawyer back.
Who was it?
- Hi.
- Thank you for the flowers.
- Oh. It was nothing.
- It was very sweet.
FYI, I left a pre-vetted list of vendors
on your desk for next time.
- It'll help streamline the process.
- Oh. So next time. Awesome.
Tonight, even. If you're free.
I am.
You know, I got my graymail thrown out
with a big assist from you.
So prepare
to be enthusiastically thanked later.
- Oh, right on.
- Mm-hm.
So, FYI,
Nyland seems really happy with you.
- Did he say that?
- Mm.
Double awesome.
You know,
I literally pulled off a miracle.
- If I can say that.
- You can.
I find earned confidence super sexy.
Then I find you super sexy.
I can't wait for tonight.
Me neither. Get ready
to role-play a combative interviewer
who I make look foolish
on live television.
- That always gets me hot.
- Mm.
- Hey, my man.
- Whoa.
- Heard you had a pretty big win yesterday.
- You heard right.
Congratulations. Clear victories
are hard to come by in this place.
Thank you.
Hey, heads up.
Violet and I grabbed a couple
of incoming cases from your inbox.
Didn't want you to get swamped
when you came back.
I can't do this.
- Can't do what?
- Nothing. Hey, make yourself at home.
I'd love to hear details on that win
that won't get me subpoenaed.
- You're on.
- All right.
- Thanks for having my back.
- Hey, no problem.
Seriously, I appreciate it.
All right.
Okay.
Owen Hendricks.
I need you back in Phoenix.
I'm done with you, Max.
Do not call me again.
I said leave me alone.
- I can't. I need help with something.
- You're not my person anymore.
My job was to get you out of prison.
You're out. I'm done.
Not your decision.
And you're about to be reminded of that.
It's about me. I'll wait.
Hello?
The General Counsel
needs to see you in his office.
- Now?
- Yes. Right now.
Okay.
See you in Phoenix, handsome.
What are you doing?
Can't trust the sweeteners
in the break room.
My rogue SOG team
are trying to gaslight me again.
I might have to resign, like today.
How do I do that? Is it a letter or...?
You can't resign. The engine's
all over the floor of the garage.
- Uh, what?
- It's an analogy.
Your cases are car engines.
The second you start to work on one,
you start to take the engine apart,
putting parts on the floor of the garage.
You can't walk away
until you put them all back,
then you'll get blamed
for the mess you left.
Every time you think you're done,
there are new parts on the floor.
Parts that don't go back in,
parts you don't know what to do with.
You start stuffing them in your pockets.
But they keep coming, and coming.
Have you ever had a panic attack?
Oh, I've been having one continuously
since 2019. You get used to it.
- No. No, I don't... I don't want to.
- Then you should quit. But you can't.
Then you become a scapegoat
for every bad thing that's happened
since you stepped foot in this place.
Wait a minute. If you quit, then I can
dump my Spec Ops nightmare on you.
- I take it back. Resign immediately.
- You're not helping me.
I'm not trying to.
Oh, hey, fun fact: The last guy who quit
in a panic got blamed for Abu Ghraib.
You can go in.
I said, you can go in now.
Okay.
Is there a problem?
So many.
Come in.
You wanted to see me, sir?
Why is our former asset demanding
that you come back to Phoenix?
I don't know.
Sir, I finished with her case yesterday.
Apparently, you didn't.
Is there something going on
between you two?
Absolutely not.
- Then why does she want you?
- I don't know.
Maybe because I kept my promise
and got her out of prison,
while all Operations did was abandon her
after she risked her life
to provide the agency with intel.
I had nothing to do
with Meladze's asset termination.
I'm here to reinsert her
back into her old life.
Yeah. Well, she knows you need her.
So she's testing us,
seeing how far she can push.
Sir, the director is on line one.
Go to Phoenix. Bring her back. No drama.
Yes, sir.
From this moment on,
everything has to be done by the book.
Of course.
Max is playing games. It's what she does.
I agree. But for now,
we have to play along.
She likely slipped her detail
so she could clean up loose ends
before she leaves Phoenix.
Well, those loose ends
are 100% criminal in nature.
Don't let her get caught.
- Hell, you take the fall if you have to.
- Fuck that.
You know what this is?
A World War II Liberator pistol.
The Allies dropped a ton of them
behind Axis lines for resistance fighters.
Single bullet, no range.
But it only had to be good enough
to get a better gun off a Nazi.
Yeah. If this is another lecture
about leverage, I get it.
Max has the better gun.
Max is the better gun. A conduit
to the new head of Russian intelligence.
You're the expendable gun
that I am using to get her.
So go get her.
Way to make me feel
like a valued team member.
Pack a bag.
You're shadowing Hendricks to Phoenix.
Something's going on between those two.
And Meladze is too valuable to us
to let him fuck this up.
There you are.
Thanks for coming down, man.
Are you kidding.
I was desperate to get out of the office.
A government building
is the worst place to be post-breakup.
Yeah. Still having a hard time?
Not so much about Tad specifically.
Just about starting
the whole dating nightmare again.
I'm just so ready to be married
and have some kids.
It must be nice
knowing exactly what you want.
Not when it all seems so far away.
So, what's up with you?
Honestly, I just needed a pep talk.
I couldn't really call Hannah.
Because you'd get a lecture instead?
Yeah.
'Cause deep down you know she
knows you better than you know yourself,
and she might just be right?
- Really shitty pep talk.
- Sorry.
What do you need me to say?
I might be in over my head. Might.
- You're always in over your head.
- Yeah.
- It's your operating principle.
- Yeah. I know.
I'm working
this really high-pressure case.
And at the heart of it is...
this person who is really bad news.
But at the same time, there's also
something sympathetic about her.
- Her?
- Yeah.
It's not like that.
It's not.
I'm just saying...
It's good you called me and not Hannah.
Yeah.
I don't know what the hell this case is,
or what you do at work every day,
but I know you.
And I've never met anyone
who has a stronger drive to matter.
Thank you.
I didn't say "make a difference."
You seem to have to constantly prove
that people need you.
It makes you do things that are
reckless and not in your best interests.
So here's my pep talk.
You do matter.
Just ease off the throttle a little.
Give yourself permission
not to be a savior.
Hmm?
Was that peppy enough for you?
Wow, you look different.
- Thanks. Go get us a suite.
- Mm-hm.
No. There's a Days Inn just down the road.
We're wheels up at sunrise.
Don't ask me for first class.
We're hitching a ride on an Air Force
cargo plane to fly under the radar.
- Figuratively.
- Wrong.
We're staying here tonight. You'll help me
with something in the morning.
And we can "wheels up" afterwards.
- No.
- No?
No. I'm not giving in
to your power play anymore.
- That ship has sailed.
- Fine.
Max. Wait. Max. Max. Stop!
Your boss just put you on an airplane
to come down here
and make sure I'm taken care of.
Do you wanna know why?
If you say "leverage,"
I'm gonna run out into traffic.
Leverage.
Come on, don't be like that.
If you just relax, we could have fun.
I'm not here to relax,
or have fun, or play your games.
I can't afford this hotel,
so we are going to the Days Inn.
In today's paper there was an article
about a secret meeting
General Kuznetsov had with the Chinese.
The CIA are desperate to find out
what was talked about.
And I am the only person who can find out.
So stop pretending like you have a choice.
Go get us a suite.
- Hi.
- Welcome to the Phoenix Aurora.
- Checking in?
- Sure.
I have eyes on them. You're right.
There's definitely something going on.
What's happening?
Can we have your cheapest suite
for one night, please?
- Certainly.
- Yeah.
We have a villa available for 1,700.
Dollars?
Yes.
Sure.
He's checking them
into a pricey suite.
I'm sorry, sir, do you have another card?
Or not. There's a problem with his card.
So they're definitely sleeping together.
Just make sure you get pictures.
One second.
...and so it's third down and five
inside the red zone...
...from the eight-yard line.
Shotgun formation,
three wide, single back set.
Here's the snap. And he hands off to...
- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.
Um, I need a... favor.
Of course you do. What is it?
Can I put a hotel room
on your credit card?
It's for work. I swear.
Um, I just... I'm in a tight spot
and my card is full right now.
The agency's still setting up
my direct deposit.
Where are you?
I can't tell you that.
The hotel will be on my statement.
Phoenix.
On a case.
- The same case you said was over?
- Maybe.
You swore all of your work problems
were behind you
right before two men came into
our apartment and whisked you away.
And now you need money?
I know it's not a good look. Okay?
But I wouldn't ask if I wasn't in a jam.
How much is it?
Just a few hundred.
But I will 100 percent pay you back.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
You owe me.
Amazing. Thank you.
Okay. Well, good.
You wanna give your info to this lady.
Don't tell her how much.
I will tip you extra.
And sent.
♪ You don't make history
By following the crowd ♪
♪ Gotta say what you wanna say... ♪
This might actually be worth the money.
♪ We can do what we wanna do
We can do what can't be done ♪
♪ It's a new world, baby
And we're the new world champions ♪
♪ Do what, do what you want ♪
♪ It's our turn now ♪
♪ We're calling all the shots ♪
♪ Do what, do what you want ♪
♪ It's time to shine, baby... ♪
- I'm gonna take a bath.
- All right.
- Um...
- You wanna join me?
I don't think that's a good idea.
Why not?
You know why.
Hey, I have some fancy body lotions
in there.
- Can you bring them in to me?
- Nope.
Then I guess I'll just have
to come get them myself.
Okay. No. I'll bring it.
What bag?
Turquoise.
♪ We're gonna rattle their cage ♪
♪ We're gonna wake 'em up
We're gonna shake 'em up ♪
♪ We're gonna misbehave ♪
Do you think not joining me
makes you a good person?
You're not my type.
Sure. That's the biggest lie
you've told since I've met you.
Why do you have to be so American
about this? Always uptight about sex.
Life is short.
We're both adults. You don't have
to worry about exploiting me.
We could just have fun.
Why am I here?
Because I can't show up
in Belarus empty-handed.
I need cash to pay
for my safe passage back into the Mob.
I need 5 million. Maybe twice that.
Can't the agency give it to you
since you're a hot-shit asset
with your connections
to General Koozy-whatever?
It's not that simple.
Why not? The CIA literally gave backpacks
full of cash out in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Yeah. Well, those missions
were sanctioned at the highest level.
I don't even exist, remember?
Look, trust me, I've done this dance
with the agency for over a decade.
It doesn't matter
how big the intelligence prize.
Their primary mission
is to protect the agency.
They're not going to want
to expose the crimes we did together.
Okay, so we have to pretend
that you're a new recruit, which...
makes authorizing that cash complicated.
Exactly.
So I have to sell my business
before we leave. Pay my own way home.
- Your safe-house business?
- Yes.
Who are you gonna sell it...
to?
Do you want to come dry me off?
No.
Okay, fine.
Then this interrogation is over.
I'm hungry.
We're not ordering room service.
I already did.
You can admit it. This is fun.
I mean, it's not not fun.
Who are you selling your business to?
Ugh. Work, work, work.
Can't we just enjoy tonight?
Get to know each other better?
Tell me more about you.
Well... Why? So you can use it
against me later? No, thank you.
It's a two-way street. I'll answer
your questions if you answer mine.
Okay. Fine. Let's play a game.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Mm.
- A truth for a truth.
Remember what you said. I'm as good a liar
as you, so I will know if you're lying.
- Who goes first?
- I do.
- Who are you selling your business to?
- Ugh.
Talco's boss, Sandoval Luna.
The head of the Aquino Cartel.
Seriously?
Yes. My turn.
Why did you become a lawyer?
It seems very unlike you.
I find the law fascinating.
You better take this seriously,
or I'm not going to play.
Fine. I...
became a lawyer because...
I promised my mom
I wouldn't follow in my father's footsteps
and end up at Arlington National Cemetery.
Mm. You found a loophole
in that promise, huh?
Working at the CIA
has been anything but safe.
Mm-hm.
How did you become an asset at the agency?
A case officer approached me
with kompromat on me.
Not Bob?
Uh, no, the first one.
A drunk.
A woman.
Yes.
Half my handlers were drunk.
It's very difficult
for Westerners to adjust to life in Minsk.
- Mm-hm.
- Although you're holding your own.
Mm-hm.
You said you have had several handlers,
but you've only ever mentioned
Not Bob by name.
- What makes him so special?
- He's Not Bob.
Was he the one that trusted you
to run your network of assets off-book?
No. It's my turn.
Have you ever been in love?
Yeah, I'm not telling you that.
- That was a yes.
- No.
- Yeah. The girl from social media.
- No.
- From law school. Your roommate.
- Maybe.
- Have you ever loved someone?
- Yes.
Who?
My daughter.
I didn't know that you are a mom.
I was.
Um...
I'm so sorry. I, uh...
What happened?
Uh, what always happens eventually.
Tragedy.
So tomorrow,
you'll help me negotiate the sale.
And we can wheels up,
and I get to go home.
Yeah.
Why did you bring me down here?
The truth.
Because you're the only person
I've ever been able to count on.
I'm going to bed.
You wanna come?
No.
Okay.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Jeff bought you flowers?
Owen did.
"I send flowers now
and no one deserves them more than you."
Why?
I did him a favor.
You said a few hundred, not 3,000.
And don't think sending me flowers
makes this all better.
The only reason
why cops aren't banging down your door
is I don't really know
if you're on a secret work thing.
What kind of flowers?
- Where is Owen?
- He's in the shower.
You don't sound like...
Like who?
Never mind.
What's going on?
Are you Hannah?
The rich girl from his Instagram?
He told me last night
you were the one who got away.
No, he didn't.
He did.
You tell Owen he's my unpaid intern
for the next six months.
Have you seen my clothes anywhere?
Yeah, I threw them out.
What? Why?
I went shopping and I bought you new ones
more appropriate
for the work we're about to do.
Wha...?
Uh, who was on the phone?
Hannah.
What? What did you say to her?
I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
She was very mad.
Are you sure you wanna do that?
Ugh.
- You need to cut him off.
- The card? I did.
All of it.
- Yeah, but...
- But... But what?
Never mind.
I can't let him derail me
like he always does.
I need to focus.
This discovery demand
isn't going to write itself.
- Well, that's the spirit.
- Can I have another one?
- Are you eating your feelings?
- No.
Thank you.
Any more aspects of my life
you would like to fuck up?
Oh, don't be a baby. You need to get
your head on straight for today.
This could be dangerous.
Put that on under your jacket.
- No. I don't want to.
- Fine.
They usually aim for your head anyway.
- I'm joking.
- Jesus.
There shouldn't be any violence.
They want what I'm selling
too badly to fuck it up.
Quick, on the TV.
One of those men is Not Bob. Which one?
What? Is this a joke?
You don't recognize any of them, do you?
That means you never met Not Bob.
Means he wasn't one of your handlers.
Where did you hear that nickname?
Okay. Fine. But a truth for a truth?
Forget it. I earned this one.
Xander Goi told me the name.
Why?
He was drunk. Hero worshipping.
At an agency where secrecy is king
and everybody knows Not Bob,
he wanted to be that guy.
But he's not.
Come. We're going to be late.
Two wolves.
But three wolves? Nah.
Lester Kitchens.
I heard you went to work
for the enemy, but I didn't believe it.
Yeah, well, I guess
I wanted a job with a future.
Plus, I get to sleep in my own bed.
You remember Violet Ebner?
She was a JAG at Delaram
when we were there.
Right.
You're with OGC too now.
Yeah, about a year.
I joined up with Lester.
So, what are you doing here?
Working on re-inserting an asset.
It's a little complicated.
- Is this Hendricks' graymail?
- Yeah, what can you tell me about him?
No.
You know, he plays an idiot,
but it's all an act.
The kid's a chaos agent, not a lawyer.
And if I were you,
I wouldn't let him near my operation.
- Stop touching me.
- No.
- Stop. What are you doing?
- I need to track your phone.
- Why would you need to track me?
- Because you're going in alone.
Did I forget to mention that?
Uh... Yeah.
Talco tried to kill me yesterday
for my source.
The person at the bank
who feeds me foreclosure homes.
- So he wouldn't have to pay.
- And that's why you needed me here.
But he won't play games with you.
Because I will be standing by,
ready to kill that source
if they betray you.
Which they won't,
because they will end up with nothing.
- No.
- Owen.
No, you're not killing the source.
Agree or I walk.
Fine. I won't kill her,
but you tell them that I will,
and they will believe you.
Her name is Zuri Wench, Sun City Bank.
You walk two blocks north,
three blocks west.
Talco will be there.
He'll pick you up. You do the deal.
Please.
It's the only way I get to go home.
Enemy of my enemy.
Yeah.
Look, I'm just here
as a proxy to negotiate
the terms of the sale of Max's business.
Good for you. Have a seat.
We got some driving to do.
What, we can't just negotiate here?
You're not making a deal with me.
You're making it with El Jefe.
You remember Dawn Gilbane?
Dawn. You look different.
Operations wants to insert Meladze
back into the Russian mob in Belarus
as an asset.
Are you sure this is how
we should be playing it?
- What if she told him about us?
- We'll deal with it.
Max created a niche business
when she hit town.
- She crossed a line with that money.
- Who is Not Bob?
- A legend in the agency.
- I got Not Bob's name from my graymailer.
- You're lying.
- I'm not.
- Hi guys. I could use your help.
- Owen needs to make his case federal.
It's our opportunity
to get someone in close to him.
I just worry that the CIA
will amplify your worst instincts.
I'm 24. I'm supposed
to make mistakes, take big swings.
Go!
I begged you not to do anything,
and you hired a hitman.
- I'm sorry I didn't trust you.
- No! We are done.
The asset
is being released tonight.
We're mission-planning two options.
One to put her back in country,
the other to put her in the ground.
Get in.
...that earlier accident
out near the fairgrounds,
PPD has yet to get a tow in there
to clear that big rig,
and now traffic is backed up
in all directions
on McDowell Road,
Grand Avenue and 19th Avenue.
If you're headed out towards the
fairgrounds or Veterans Memorial,
I suggest you try
either 15th Avenue to Encanto Boulevard
- or take Wickenburg High...
- Thanks for the ride.
No, we're going in with you.
Cops really did a number
searching your place.
I need to sleep.
What?
Hi. Where...?
Fuck.
Where am I?
Washington, D.C.
- Where's the plane going next?
- Back to Phoenix.
That's not any better.
Can it go somewhere else, please?
Sir, you have to get off the airplane.
Okay.
Hey.
Hey.
You look like you've been spun in a dryer.
Thank you.
- Are you okay?
- Uh-huh.
Yeah. Just tired. Took a red-eye.
I'm not talking about your flight, Owen.
Are you really gonna pretend
everything's cool after that phone call?
Everything is cool.
Those are for your computer screen.
Look, I really appreciate
the tough love last night, I do.
Even if I could tell you, there's no point
because you would tell me I should quit.
No, I won't.
But you should.
I don't know why I bother.
Because you're a good person.
You have a soft spot for lost causes.
But honestly, last night was my low point.
And I know that
because the thing that caused it is over.
It's never over, Owen.
Jobs like yours get harder, not easier.
Sure. But this case,
the one that caused me to just spin out,
is behind me.
I'm gonna be around a lot more,
so I won't get so lost.
That would be good.
What, me not getting so lost
or me hanging around a lot more?
Both.
- "Send Amelia flowers."
- Yes, that's right. I forgot about that.
You send women flowers now.
No, first time.
But figured it was the adult thing to do.
I actually don't even know
where to get flowers.
A florist.
Oh, do you have one?
You want me to help you
buy flowers for your girlfriend?
She's not my girlfriend.
Never mind. I can figure it out.
- Owen Hendricks?
- Uh, yeah. Who are you?
Secret Service.
We need you to come with us.
Over, huh?
I'm sure this has nothing to do with that.
- What does this have to do with...?
- I can't tell you that. Let's go.
Okay. Uh...
Have a great day.
Best day ever.
Yeah. After you.
Lester?
Down here.
Back's bothering me.
Must be all the years riding in rusty cars
and sleeping on cut-rate mattresses.
Well, pull yourself together,
because we have a crisis to solve.
Nyland is happy.
Not with us obviously,
or your face wouldn't be doing that.
No, with the young Owen Hendricks.
He got his graymail case
thrown out of court.
Rumor has it
he came up with a genius move,
and now Nyland thinks
the kid walks on water.
I'd be impressed if I wasn't so annoyed.
- We're gonna have to change strategies.
- No.
Violet, think about it.
If he's got Nyland's ear,
that means he can sabotage us
the way we've been sabotaging him.
Yeah, but he's already sabotaged me.
He threw me under the bus
with that whole AI thing.
And I hold a grudge. Trust me,
the kid might be a shooting star now,
but he's gonna crash and burn.
We just have to give him some time.
Fine. But while we wait,
we pivot to get on his good side.
Drop your elbow on my shoulder
right there. Come on now.
All right.
Uh, yes, it's the Spring Is Here bouquet
plus delivery charges
and then the personalized card.
Okay, yup. Thank you, Denise.
Super helpful.
Flowers for my...
She's not really my girlfriend.
She's more than a coworker.
I find the whole term
"friends with benefits" kind of icky.
Wait. Who are you taking me to see?
Mr. Hendricks, I'm Kevin Mills,
chief of staff to the president.
Not Bob.
- Not here.
- Right. "Here" being the White House?
We're in an old executive office building.
I wouldn't bring you to the White House
on a first date,
especially one that requires deniability.
- Why did you bring me here, sir?
- I still have ears inside Langley,
and you've been throwing the name
you just said around. Why?
Because someone who's graymailing us
said that you were one of her handlers.
- Who?
- Maxine Meladze.
She's lying.
I've heard of her,
but she wasn't one of mine.
I was too far up the food chain
by the time she became an asset.
But even if I was her case officer,
she only would have known my cover name
because I'm not an idiot.
Uh...
So you're saying, sir,
that someone is pretending to be you
and not Not Bob?
I don't know.
But someone inside the agency
fed her my internal nickname.
And if they leaked that, they sure as shit
could have leaked other secrets.
I need you to find out who gave me up.
Sir, you were Moscow station chief.
Couldn't you just run down her contacts
and do this with them?
Not with a hip-pocket asset.
And the only handler I knew about
was Rita Stevens. And she's dead.
- Did Max...?
- No. Rita drank like it made the sun rise.
She got liver cancer.
Even on her worst bender,
she never would make a mistake like this.
Sir, the thing is, um...
Well, as of last night,
I'm actually off of Max's case.
Son, I'm the gatekeeper to the president.
I have a Distinguished Intelligence Medal
locked in a drawer inside of Langley.
There are enemy combatants
in unmarked graves
in places you've never even heard of
because of me.
Do you really think you can say no here?
I'm new at the General Counsel's Office,
and the case has been a really rocky road,
so I'm worried about emotionally
re-engaging with Miss Meladze.
- I don't care.
- That's fair.
I'll see what I can find. You wouldn't
have anything for me to go off of, though?
Because as you said,
she's a hip-pocket asset.
Finding paperwork
has been pretty difficult.
Sounds like you have
your work cut out for you.
Call me when you find something.
And find it fast.
I don't like loose ends.
Yes, sir.
Amelia Salazar.
This is Officer Weathers
at the front gate. We have a delivery.
- Subpoena?
- Flowers.
Oh.
Okay. I'll be down in a minute.
She's on the way.
- What you got?
- Uh, tulips.
A romantically-neutral choice,
don't you think?
- Well, they ain't roses.
- Gun!
What?
We have report
of a Taser employed today.
What the fuck, dude?
Federal law prohibits the possession
of a firearm at this facility
unless specifically authorized.
You couldn't at least
secure the flowers first?
Sorry, Miss Salazar.
Uh, we got a problem.
You better call.
I'm not calling.
We'll need at least two teams to pave the
way for Meladze to get back to Belarus.
Let's see who's available.
What?
No, don't do a fucking thing.
I'll handle it.
- Problem?
- Meladze slipped the locals.
It's most likely a power play.
- Trying to show us we don't control her.
- If it's more than that?
Okay.
Someone's happy.
I just closed a case.
Things are looking up, or they were.
- Max is in the wind.
- Wow. Sounds like a you problem.
- What was the last thing Max said to you?
- "Goodbye."
- Do you know where she went?
- No.
You need to start taking this
more seriously.
Meladze is your responsibility.
No, she's yours. I did my job.
Stop trying to pin your failures on me.
I don't know where she is.
I don't wanna know. And for good measure,
I don't care.
So have a nice day.
Okay, cognitive theory of aggression.
Specifically, that aggressive behavior
is learned rather than innate.
Which is the opposite
of the psychodynamic approach, right?
- Where violence is inherently biological.
- Correct.
Okay, that's it for today.
I never took you for a student.
That's because you're a hot mess
of implicit bias.
I'm getting my psych degree
to help me navigate the different
personality archetypes I deal with.
Sociopaths, narcissists with ASPD.
I deal with a lot of unstable assholes
is my point.
If you get your boss to agree to my terms,
you can deal with one less.
Terms for what?
My business.
We have safe houses already.
No. You have stash houses
and whorehouses and drop houses.
And they're cop magnets.
My system eliminates that risk.
Yeah, I know.
You got some special system. What is it?
How do you find
these untraceable properties?
I'll tell you, when you pay me 5 million.
That's too much.
See, you think you shit ice cream.
And in psych terms,
that's called the Dunning-Kruger effect.
No, Dunning-Kruger is when dumbasses
think they're smart. I am smart.
The question is, are you?
We both know
that your boss wants what I have.
So I'll give you one day to make the deal.
Oh.
And then I'll go to someone else.
Are you done?
Get your ass back. Meladze's
here heading for the west garage.
She's selling her safe house hookup,
but we can torture that shit out of her.
- And we'll be heroes for El Jefe.
- Okay.
- Oh, God.
- Who's got Dunning-Kruger now?
Another genius. On your knees.
Now!
Drop your gun.
So...
here's where we're at.
You took a shot at me and you missed.
The price has just gone up to 6 million.
You'll be dealing with a proxy from now on
because I clearly can't trust you.
What the fuck?
- Hello?
- Tell your boss I need the lawyer back.
Who was it?
- Hi.
- Thank you for the flowers.
- Oh. It was nothing.
- It was very sweet.
FYI, I left a pre-vetted list of vendors
on your desk for next time.
- It'll help streamline the process.
- Oh. So next time. Awesome.
Tonight, even. If you're free.
I am.
You know, I got my graymail thrown out
with a big assist from you.
So prepare
to be enthusiastically thanked later.
- Oh, right on.
- Mm-hm.
So, FYI,
Nyland seems really happy with you.
- Did he say that?
- Mm.
Double awesome.
You know,
I literally pulled off a miracle.
- If I can say that.
- You can.
I find earned confidence super sexy.
Then I find you super sexy.
I can't wait for tonight.
Me neither. Get ready
to role-play a combative interviewer
who I make look foolish
on live television.
- That always gets me hot.
- Mm.
- Hey, my man.
- Whoa.
- Heard you had a pretty big win yesterday.
- You heard right.
Congratulations. Clear victories
are hard to come by in this place.
Thank you.
Hey, heads up.
Violet and I grabbed a couple
of incoming cases from your inbox.
Didn't want you to get swamped
when you came back.
I can't do this.
- Can't do what?
- Nothing. Hey, make yourself at home.
I'd love to hear details on that win
that won't get me subpoenaed.
- You're on.
- All right.
- Thanks for having my back.
- Hey, no problem.
Seriously, I appreciate it.
All right.
Okay.
Owen Hendricks.
I need you back in Phoenix.
I'm done with you, Max.
Do not call me again.
I said leave me alone.
- I can't. I need help with something.
- You're not my person anymore.
My job was to get you out of prison.
You're out. I'm done.
Not your decision.
And you're about to be reminded of that.
It's about me. I'll wait.
Hello?
The General Counsel
needs to see you in his office.
- Now?
- Yes. Right now.
Okay.
See you in Phoenix, handsome.
What are you doing?
Can't trust the sweeteners
in the break room.
My rogue SOG team
are trying to gaslight me again.
I might have to resign, like today.
How do I do that? Is it a letter or...?
You can't resign. The engine's
all over the floor of the garage.
- Uh, what?
- It's an analogy.
Your cases are car engines.
The second you start to work on one,
you start to take the engine apart,
putting parts on the floor of the garage.
You can't walk away
until you put them all back,
then you'll get blamed
for the mess you left.
Every time you think you're done,
there are new parts on the floor.
Parts that don't go back in,
parts you don't know what to do with.
You start stuffing them in your pockets.
But they keep coming, and coming.
Have you ever had a panic attack?
Oh, I've been having one continuously
since 2019. You get used to it.
- No. No, I don't... I don't want to.
- Then you should quit. But you can't.
Then you become a scapegoat
for every bad thing that's happened
since you stepped foot in this place.
Wait a minute. If you quit, then I can
dump my Spec Ops nightmare on you.
- I take it back. Resign immediately.
- You're not helping me.
I'm not trying to.
Oh, hey, fun fact: The last guy who quit
in a panic got blamed for Abu Ghraib.
You can go in.
I said, you can go in now.
Okay.
Is there a problem?
So many.
Come in.
You wanted to see me, sir?
Why is our former asset demanding
that you come back to Phoenix?
I don't know.
Sir, I finished with her case yesterday.
Apparently, you didn't.
Is there something going on
between you two?
Absolutely not.
- Then why does she want you?
- I don't know.
Maybe because I kept my promise
and got her out of prison,
while all Operations did was abandon her
after she risked her life
to provide the agency with intel.
I had nothing to do
with Meladze's asset termination.
I'm here to reinsert her
back into her old life.
Yeah. Well, she knows you need her.
So she's testing us,
seeing how far she can push.
Sir, the director is on line one.
Go to Phoenix. Bring her back. No drama.
Yes, sir.
From this moment on,
everything has to be done by the book.
Of course.
Max is playing games. It's what she does.
I agree. But for now,
we have to play along.
She likely slipped her detail
so she could clean up loose ends
before she leaves Phoenix.
Well, those loose ends
are 100% criminal in nature.
Don't let her get caught.
- Hell, you take the fall if you have to.
- Fuck that.
You know what this is?
A World War II Liberator pistol.
The Allies dropped a ton of them
behind Axis lines for resistance fighters.
Single bullet, no range.
But it only had to be good enough
to get a better gun off a Nazi.
Yeah. If this is another lecture
about leverage, I get it.
Max has the better gun.
Max is the better gun. A conduit
to the new head of Russian intelligence.
You're the expendable gun
that I am using to get her.
So go get her.
Way to make me feel
like a valued team member.
Pack a bag.
You're shadowing Hendricks to Phoenix.
Something's going on between those two.
And Meladze is too valuable to us
to let him fuck this up.
There you are.
Thanks for coming down, man.
Are you kidding.
I was desperate to get out of the office.
A government building
is the worst place to be post-breakup.
Yeah. Still having a hard time?
Not so much about Tad specifically.
Just about starting
the whole dating nightmare again.
I'm just so ready to be married
and have some kids.
It must be nice
knowing exactly what you want.
Not when it all seems so far away.
So, what's up with you?
Honestly, I just needed a pep talk.
I couldn't really call Hannah.
Because you'd get a lecture instead?
Yeah.
'Cause deep down you know she
knows you better than you know yourself,
and she might just be right?
- Really shitty pep talk.
- Sorry.
What do you need me to say?
I might be in over my head. Might.
- You're always in over your head.
- Yeah.
- It's your operating principle.
- Yeah. I know.
I'm working
this really high-pressure case.
And at the heart of it is...
this person who is really bad news.
But at the same time, there's also
something sympathetic about her.
- Her?
- Yeah.
It's not like that.
It's not.
I'm just saying...
It's good you called me and not Hannah.
Yeah.
I don't know what the hell this case is,
or what you do at work every day,
but I know you.
And I've never met anyone
who has a stronger drive to matter.
Thank you.
I didn't say "make a difference."
You seem to have to constantly prove
that people need you.
It makes you do things that are
reckless and not in your best interests.
So here's my pep talk.
You do matter.
Just ease off the throttle a little.
Give yourself permission
not to be a savior.
Hmm?
Was that peppy enough for you?
Wow, you look different.
- Thanks. Go get us a suite.
- Mm-hm.
No. There's a Days Inn just down the road.
We're wheels up at sunrise.
Don't ask me for first class.
We're hitching a ride on an Air Force
cargo plane to fly under the radar.
- Figuratively.
- Wrong.
We're staying here tonight. You'll help me
with something in the morning.
And we can "wheels up" afterwards.
- No.
- No?
No. I'm not giving in
to your power play anymore.
- That ship has sailed.
- Fine.
Max. Wait. Max. Max. Stop!
Your boss just put you on an airplane
to come down here
and make sure I'm taken care of.
Do you wanna know why?
If you say "leverage,"
I'm gonna run out into traffic.
Leverage.
Come on, don't be like that.
If you just relax, we could have fun.
I'm not here to relax,
or have fun, or play your games.
I can't afford this hotel,
so we are going to the Days Inn.
In today's paper there was an article
about a secret meeting
General Kuznetsov had with the Chinese.
The CIA are desperate to find out
what was talked about.
And I am the only person who can find out.
So stop pretending like you have a choice.
Go get us a suite.
- Hi.
- Welcome to the Phoenix Aurora.
- Checking in?
- Sure.
I have eyes on them. You're right.
There's definitely something going on.
What's happening?
Can we have your cheapest suite
for one night, please?
- Certainly.
- Yeah.
We have a villa available for 1,700.
Dollars?
Yes.
Sure.
He's checking them
into a pricey suite.
I'm sorry, sir, do you have another card?
Or not. There's a problem with his card.
So they're definitely sleeping together.
Just make sure you get pictures.
One second.
...and so it's third down and five
inside the red zone...
...from the eight-yard line.
Shotgun formation,
three wide, single back set.
Here's the snap. And he hands off to...
- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.
Um, I need a... favor.
Of course you do. What is it?
Can I put a hotel room
on your credit card?
It's for work. I swear.
Um, I just... I'm in a tight spot
and my card is full right now.
The agency's still setting up
my direct deposit.
Where are you?
I can't tell you that.
The hotel will be on my statement.
Phoenix.
On a case.
- The same case you said was over?
- Maybe.
You swore all of your work problems
were behind you
right before two men came into
our apartment and whisked you away.
And now you need money?
I know it's not a good look. Okay?
But I wouldn't ask if I wasn't in a jam.
How much is it?
Just a few hundred.
But I will 100 percent pay you back.
Sure. Fine. Whatever.
You owe me.
Amazing. Thank you.
Okay. Well, good.
You wanna give your info to this lady.
Don't tell her how much.
I will tip you extra.
And sent.
♪ You don't make history
By following the crowd ♪
♪ Gotta say what you wanna say... ♪
This might actually be worth the money.
♪ We can do what we wanna do
We can do what can't be done ♪
♪ It's a new world, baby
And we're the new world champions ♪
♪ Do what, do what you want ♪
♪ It's our turn now ♪
♪ We're calling all the shots ♪
♪ Do what, do what you want ♪
♪ It's time to shine, baby... ♪
- I'm gonna take a bath.
- All right.
- Um...
- You wanna join me?
I don't think that's a good idea.
Why not?
You know why.
Hey, I have some fancy body lotions
in there.
- Can you bring them in to me?
- Nope.
Then I guess I'll just have
to come get them myself.
Okay. No. I'll bring it.
What bag?
Turquoise.
♪ We're gonna rattle their cage ♪
♪ We're gonna wake 'em up
We're gonna shake 'em up ♪
♪ We're gonna misbehave ♪
Do you think not joining me
makes you a good person?
You're not my type.
Sure. That's the biggest lie
you've told since I've met you.
Why do you have to be so American
about this? Always uptight about sex.
Life is short.
We're both adults. You don't have
to worry about exploiting me.
We could just have fun.
Why am I here?
Because I can't show up
in Belarus empty-handed.
I need cash to pay
for my safe passage back into the Mob.
I need 5 million. Maybe twice that.
Can't the agency give it to you
since you're a hot-shit asset
with your connections
to General Koozy-whatever?
It's not that simple.
Why not? The CIA literally gave backpacks
full of cash out in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Yeah. Well, those missions
were sanctioned at the highest level.
I don't even exist, remember?
Look, trust me, I've done this dance
with the agency for over a decade.
It doesn't matter
how big the intelligence prize.
Their primary mission
is to protect the agency.
They're not going to want
to expose the crimes we did together.
Okay, so we have to pretend
that you're a new recruit, which...
makes authorizing that cash complicated.
Exactly.
So I have to sell my business
before we leave. Pay my own way home.
- Your safe-house business?
- Yes.
Who are you gonna sell it...
to?
Do you want to come dry me off?
No.
Okay, fine.
Then this interrogation is over.
I'm hungry.
We're not ordering room service.
I already did.
You can admit it. This is fun.
I mean, it's not not fun.
Who are you selling your business to?
Ugh. Work, work, work.
Can't we just enjoy tonight?
Get to know each other better?
Tell me more about you.
Well... Why? So you can use it
against me later? No, thank you.
It's a two-way street. I'll answer
your questions if you answer mine.
Okay. Fine. Let's play a game.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Mm.
- A truth for a truth.
Remember what you said. I'm as good a liar
as you, so I will know if you're lying.
- Who goes first?
- I do.
- Who are you selling your business to?
- Ugh.
Talco's boss, Sandoval Luna.
The head of the Aquino Cartel.
Seriously?
Yes. My turn.
Why did you become a lawyer?
It seems very unlike you.
I find the law fascinating.
You better take this seriously,
or I'm not going to play.
Fine. I...
became a lawyer because...
I promised my mom
I wouldn't follow in my father's footsteps
and end up at Arlington National Cemetery.
Mm. You found a loophole
in that promise, huh?
Working at the CIA
has been anything but safe.
Mm-hm.
How did you become an asset at the agency?
A case officer approached me
with kompromat on me.
Not Bob?
Uh, no, the first one.
A drunk.
A woman.
Yes.
Half my handlers were drunk.
It's very difficult
for Westerners to adjust to life in Minsk.
- Mm-hm.
- Although you're holding your own.
Mm-hm.
You said you have had several handlers,
but you've only ever mentioned
Not Bob by name.
- What makes him so special?
- He's Not Bob.
Was he the one that trusted you
to run your network of assets off-book?
No. It's my turn.
Have you ever been in love?
Yeah, I'm not telling you that.
- That was a yes.
- No.
- Yeah. The girl from social media.
- No.
- From law school. Your roommate.
- Maybe.
- Have you ever loved someone?
- Yes.
Who?
My daughter.
I didn't know that you are a mom.
I was.
Um...
I'm so sorry. I, uh...
What happened?
Uh, what always happens eventually.
Tragedy.
So tomorrow,
you'll help me negotiate the sale.
And we can wheels up,
and I get to go home.
Yeah.
Why did you bring me down here?
The truth.
Because you're the only person
I've ever been able to count on.
I'm going to bed.
You wanna come?
No.
Okay.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Jeff bought you flowers?
Owen did.
"I send flowers now
and no one deserves them more than you."
Why?
I did him a favor.
You said a few hundred, not 3,000.
And don't think sending me flowers
makes this all better.
The only reason
why cops aren't banging down your door
is I don't really know
if you're on a secret work thing.
What kind of flowers?
- Where is Owen?
- He's in the shower.
You don't sound like...
Like who?
Never mind.
What's going on?
Are you Hannah?
The rich girl from his Instagram?
He told me last night
you were the one who got away.
No, he didn't.
He did.
You tell Owen he's my unpaid intern
for the next six months.
Have you seen my clothes anywhere?
Yeah, I threw them out.
What? Why?
I went shopping and I bought you new ones
more appropriate
for the work we're about to do.
Wha...?
Uh, who was on the phone?
Hannah.
What? What did you say to her?
I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
She was very mad.
Are you sure you wanna do that?
Ugh.
- You need to cut him off.
- The card? I did.
All of it.
- Yeah, but...
- But... But what?
Never mind.
I can't let him derail me
like he always does.
I need to focus.
This discovery demand
isn't going to write itself.
- Well, that's the spirit.
- Can I have another one?
- Are you eating your feelings?
- No.
Thank you.
Any more aspects of my life
you would like to fuck up?
Oh, don't be a baby. You need to get
your head on straight for today.
This could be dangerous.
Put that on under your jacket.
- No. I don't want to.
- Fine.
They usually aim for your head anyway.
- I'm joking.
- Jesus.
There shouldn't be any violence.
They want what I'm selling
too badly to fuck it up.
Quick, on the TV.
One of those men is Not Bob. Which one?
What? Is this a joke?
You don't recognize any of them, do you?
That means you never met Not Bob.
Means he wasn't one of your handlers.
Where did you hear that nickname?
Okay. Fine. But a truth for a truth?
Forget it. I earned this one.
Xander Goi told me the name.
Why?
He was drunk. Hero worshipping.
At an agency where secrecy is king
and everybody knows Not Bob,
he wanted to be that guy.
But he's not.
Come. We're going to be late.
Two wolves.
But three wolves? Nah.
Lester Kitchens.
I heard you went to work
for the enemy, but I didn't believe it.
Yeah, well, I guess
I wanted a job with a future.
Plus, I get to sleep in my own bed.
You remember Violet Ebner?
She was a JAG at Delaram
when we were there.
Right.
You're with OGC too now.
Yeah, about a year.
I joined up with Lester.
So, what are you doing here?
Working on re-inserting an asset.
It's a little complicated.
- Is this Hendricks' graymail?
- Yeah, what can you tell me about him?
No.
You know, he plays an idiot,
but it's all an act.
The kid's a chaos agent, not a lawyer.
And if I were you,
I wouldn't let him near my operation.
- Stop touching me.
- No.
- Stop. What are you doing?
- I need to track your phone.
- Why would you need to track me?
- Because you're going in alone.
Did I forget to mention that?
Uh... Yeah.
Talco tried to kill me yesterday
for my source.
The person at the bank
who feeds me foreclosure homes.
- So he wouldn't have to pay.
- And that's why you needed me here.
But he won't play games with you.
Because I will be standing by,
ready to kill that source
if they betray you.
Which they won't,
because they will end up with nothing.
- No.
- Owen.
No, you're not killing the source.
Agree or I walk.
Fine. I won't kill her,
but you tell them that I will,
and they will believe you.
Her name is Zuri Wench, Sun City Bank.
You walk two blocks north,
three blocks west.
Talco will be there.
He'll pick you up. You do the deal.
Please.
It's the only way I get to go home.
Enemy of my enemy.
Yeah.
Look, I'm just here
as a proxy to negotiate
the terms of the sale of Max's business.
Good for you. Have a seat.
We got some driving to do.
What, we can't just negotiate here?
You're not making a deal with me.
You're making it with El Jefe.