- [siren blares] - [police radio chatter]
- [officer] Hands on the wheel! - [siren wailing]
Hands on the wheel!
Out of the car. Hands where I can see 'em.
Get out of the car!
Stay cool.
[officer] Get out of the fucking car. Let's go!
Get on the ground, you motherfucker.
[Bart grunting]
[officer 2] Come on, kid. Come with me.
[officer 1] Where is it? Where's it at, huh?
Shit. What did I say? Do not resist.
[Bart grunting]
[officer 1] Don't test me.
[chuckles] You're fucked, buddy.
Come on. Let's go, motherfucker. Move it!
Check that fucking car. I know this asshole's holding.
- [officer 3] Back seat's clear. - [officer 1] Ah, that's bullshit.
It's in there. Tear it apart. There's something in there.
This is what these motherfuckers do.
They step on you.
They put their foot on your neck.
Good and bad.
Right and wrong.
Those are made up by people who've never had a gun put to their head.
Being a man means you take the hit
and you keep that mouth shut.
Let it go.
[inhales deeply]
[grunting]
I'm proud of you.
We better go wash up.
[breathes deeply]
["Point And Kill" playing]
[music ends]
[Manny] Up until now, everything in my life has been a lie.
When I was a kid, my family used to think that I had religious experiences.
And that's because, a few times, I collapsed in church. Like...
But you know, there's a trick for that.
You, like-like... You are an altar boy.
You're s... You're s-singing or whatever.
If you... If you lock your knees, like, real hard,
you cut off blood flow to your brain.
Only recently, I started to feel really guilty about that,
which is crazy because... [stammers]
...all this shit that I did in my life. [sighs]
You know, but, like, a month ago...
[sighs] Oh, man.
[coughs, sniffs]
I looked down...
[sighs]
I looked down and I saw that I had...
I had crossed a line.
I put real evil in the world.
[coughing]
Hey, are you trying to get us busted, huh?
They're not gonna say a thing, Ray.
- They're friends of Bill. - Oh, yeah?
And when in your entire life have you ever trusted a motherfucker named Bill?
Dude, what, you forget we in hiding?
Look, you know this meeting is burned now too, right?
God, do you know how many cops come to this shit?
Ray, I've been reading all the literature and shit, and I think I'm...
I think I'm ready to start making amends.
"Amends." You know that that's later, right?
Like that's-that's-that's way later.
We could be dead later.
[sighs] Man, you just told them how you conned your entire parish
and all of a sudden, you're ready to shake hands with God?
- What's wrong with you? - Okay. Okay. Check this out.
The rules say I have to apologize to everybody that I hurt, right?
So I want you to think about all those innocent people.
Think about all of them, like Malik,
the Amish kids at the Loebsack house, all those...
Ray?
All those dead clowns.
- Sh-Shut the fuck up. - Right? Like mothers, kids...
- Does Malik have a family? - Jesus, man, I hope not.
Look, we can't do the steps until we're safe.
We gotta understand who's looking for us now, aight?
Yeah, 'cause it's not just dealers and it's not just bikers either.
You see this? You recognize this dude?
Rick killed a fucking cop.
[Manny] Fuck.
Yeah, we were so busy running that we wasn't watching the news.
Yeah, I found eight articles like that. Eight of them, man.
And you know what's really fucked up
is that none of them talk about the dead lady.
[Manny sighs] I never trust the news.
Now, look, this dead DEA motherfucker, he-he must have been into some shit too,
because why the fuck was he in that house? You know what I'm saying?
- Like, right, he was out there. So, like... - Okay, Ray. So, okay, just...
- This can't be like some kind of... - What?
What is the plan, man?
I'm trying to figure the fucking plan out.
I'm saying this shit kept me up all night, man.
And when you come to a meeting like this,
- you have to commit... - I don't need you telling me
- how meetings work. - ...to what you're doing.
I don't need you telling me none of that shit. You brand new. All right?
Look, Manny, I'm serious. It's not just paranoia.
Oh, of course it's not.
- No, man. - Like what?
Like late last night, I had a thought.
Just-Just walk with me, okay?
What if this $2 bill was like some kind of...
some kind of claim ticket, man.
[Manny] Huh?
[Ray] Like what you get when you check your coat someplace.
Like a coat check ticket.
I never know what you're talking about.
You ain't never take Sherry to no place where you had to check your coats
- or nothing like that? - No, Ray.
And this is not the kind of thought of a man who's trying to get clean.
- That's what I'm trying to say. - I'm just saying
that there's more shit out there somewhere, man.
Like drugs, money... [stammers] ...I don't fucking know...
- All right. No, just look at me. - ...but something.
- I have to do the steps. - [sighs]
I have to start making amends.
[school bell rings]
[Mina] We can't work this house with a kid in there.
[Jack] So move the fucking kid. That's your job.
[doorbell rings]
- [sighs] - [footsteps approaching]
[kettle whistling]
[Jack's spouse clears throat]
They said your injuries were life-changing.
I didn't know that meant your voice.
[Mina] It's getting better.
Even when I could talk...
I was shit with apologies.
That's why you came all the way out here? To apologize for something?
No.
You know, I don't know anything about you, really.
Only what he said.
Jack said you were the toughest person he ever met.
Maybe that's why you don't feel as much.
No, I miss him too.
He said you had a lot of loss in your life.
"She can survive anything."
[scoffs] That's a funny way to admit you're in love, isn't it?
I gave him something a while back. Just a picture.
I... [coughs]
I want it back.
So you didn't just come to confess to an affair.
You knew that shit already.
[sighs]
[scoffs]
Nice to finally meet your fucking informants.
[typing]
[breathes shakily]
[chuckles]
[breathes shakily]
[breathes deeply]
[exhales deeply]
[scoffs]
[sighs] What the fuck, Jack?
[Ray] Hey, what are you... Ma, you can't leave this motel.
- [Theresa] The jig is up, Raymond. - [Ray] One more hour, Ma.
I've been here three weeks.
If they're still looking for me, they can have me.
Okay, wait. Look, I just need to make sure that the house is clear, okay?
I'll wait with my head in the oven.
Hey, look... just look at this.
- Oh, don't show me... - Okay? For me. Can you just...
- ...any more spy crap, Raymond. - Just look. Something...
This is from last night. Watch!
Look, somebody went to the back door and they left something on your porch.
What is that garbage?
Right? Let's say you get up in the middle of the night,
open the back door for Shermie and then boom!
- [screams] - A Drano bomb.
- What in God's name is a Drano bomb? - Mm-hmm.
Hey, look, just let me do my job, huh?
Just let me do my job. And if it's clean,
you can go back to losing at your scratch tickets for the rest of your life.
Huh?
The lawyer called about your father.
She said she didn't want to say over voicemail,
but there's been a development in his case.
She's in court, calling back at 1:00.
[sighs]
I think it's finally good news.
[chuckles] Trust me, it's-it's not.
Come on.
- What? Don't do that. Don't... - [sighs]
- Don't do what? - I'm just saying it--
[Theresa] No, it's all misery. Misery, misery, misery.
Hellhole.
[grunting]
[sighs] Fucking neighbors and their fruit cakes.
Shit.
[sniffs]
[phone buzzing]
Yeah?
[Son] Ray.
How're you holding up?
You still there?
Yeah. I'm just surprised to hear your voice.
Thanks for the clown party.
[Son] Well, you know I wouldn't call unless it was real.
I appreciate that.
Hits all over the city. You keeping track of the score?
Nope.
We got our invaders from up north.
Now we got interested people from down south.
Yeah, what are these motherfuckers now, huh? Mimes?
Well, they talk less than mimes.
The cartel, they got in bed with the wrong people.
They're missing money, they're missing drugs,
and now they're pretty angry.
Yeah, well,
I guess sometimes you lose faith in your friends, right?
Was I supposed to die in that quarry? Hmm?
Listen to me, Ray.
You're surviving every day in a minefield,
and pretty soon you may have the only map out of it.
[Ray scoffs] There ain't no map, bro.
There's always a map, Raymond.
Hey, what you...
What you trying to say?
Your days are numbered, homey.
[softly] "Homey"? The fuck?
Everybody's days are numbered, bro.
The whole city caught the same fucking sickness, you know?
Hit me yesterday, driving home.
Not quite rush hour. Maybe 4:15.
I'm stopped, and I see this girl.
She looks maybe 14.
That's too young, right?
Let's hope she was 20. A baby-faced 20.
So this kid is shooting up on the corner.
I'm not seeing the reality, and I'm not even idling one minute,
and mind you, Ray, this isn't even the alphabet streets.
This is 12th Street. Or 11th.
So this fucker behind me honks.
Hmm? Think about that.
A child is dying of a fucking disease
and some motherfucker, late for his Zoom meeting,
honks at my ass.
So where's our bottom, Ray?
Hmm?
We're still falling, man.
Well, we got to find the bottom to climb back.
So, um, about what you saw, you know, the drugs, the money?
Is there someplace we can talk?
I got a plan.
Hey, uh, my-my battery is about to die in one minute, all right?
I'll call you from the bottom.
[sighs]
[rock music playing]
I'm waiting for somebody.
[patron] Yeah, it's me.
Um, he couldn't make it.
So, you got the, um, code number?
[clicks tongue]
Shit.
3273.
Sounds right. Not that good with numbers.
Um, ma'am, the guy you've been texting is my boss,
so he just couldn't make it here
because he prefers not to meet in public, all right?
[Mina] Who's your boss? What is this fucking Alliance?
What's with your voice?
What did your boss tell you to do with me?
Hey, hey. Relax, okay?
Just to have a polite conversation with you.
We get to know each other. Come to an understanding.
That's all, you know?
[Mina] A conversation about what?
About the, um,
house that those bullshit artists burned down. That's all.
Well, your boss is a DEA informant, so he provides the information.
[stammers] That's not exactly how we work together, your partner and us.
We asked questions, he answered, and then we covered a lot of his debts.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
[stammers, sighs] I know your club.
I know you've contracted with the cartel.
Oh, you know my club?
I happen to know you a lot better.
Jack was a talker.
Did you have any idea what was happening that night?
You were coming for your share.
Yeah. Except somebody burned the deal.
[sighs] What did Jack know about the deal?
[laughs]
Jack brokered the deal. Jack worked for us.
Bullshit.
Okay.
I heard you were a relatively intelligent person.
Why don't you search your heart for a minute? Think back.
You know about the stash houses
that he would put into a... What the hell did he call it?
"Deconfliction," so that no other cop would be able to find out
what was going on?
[sighs]
Sweetheart, Jack wasn't showing you the ropes, okay?
He was playing you. He was using you.
He used to talk a lot about you actually.
Said you were smart, and forgive me for saying this,
but he actually said you were quite the impatient woman.
That you always finished before he did.
So... we take a different tact here.
Enemy of my enemy.
The reason you're in this mess is 'cause of Ray Driscoll.
Ah. You know the name.
So if you know where he is or you can find him,
we could solve a lot of problems for you too.
[sighs]
I can get to you. I can destroy you.
I can make you wish you never set foot in this city.
I'm so far ahead of you, sweetheart. We all are.
[chair scrapes]
[alarm rings]
Uh, I don't think this is a chance encounter.
Theresa said you got big news.
You overturned my old man's conviction?
Uh, no. No big news.
Just one step at a time.
I do have an office though.
Yeah, except that every time I meet you now,
I'm gonna have to figure out a exit route, right?
It's like most men I know.
[chuckles] She's funny.
She's funny.
Hey, what happened in that club? Hmm?
I don't like being lied to.
Me too.
You know, I was just coming to talk to you.
That was all.
So who's the bigger liar? [sighs]
You the lawyer.
And you're the con man.
So I guess that make it a tie.
[Michelle scoffs]
You know, we were both trying to solve something that night.
And we couldn't, because...
Look, I guess words won't mean much, will they?
You won't believe me. I won't believe you.
[chuckles, clicks tongue]
So where do people go when they can't talk?
[breathes deeply]
[person coughs]
[clears throat]
So when...
[softly] So when does this Quaker shit start?
This is it.
[sighs]
How bad is it, Ray? What did you do?
It was just a scam.
Somebody got hurt.
[crying]
[Son] You okay?
Okay, okay, okay. Take her inside. Take her inside.
[speaks Vietnamese]
[Grandma speaking Vietnamese]
- [crying continues] - [Grandma speaking Vietnamese]
[breathing heavily]
[exhales deeply]
[line ringing]
[automated voice] Thank you for calling the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline.
[speaks Spanish]
For English, please stay on the line.
♪ Don't wanna do this Again and again and again ♪
♪ Can't do this no more ♪
♪ Trying to make me fall in love ♪
♪ Whisper sweet nothings in my ear I know you're trouble, love ♪
♪ Obvious, this ga-- ♪
[operator] Hi, my name is Winslow. Who am I speaking to?
[stammers, sighs]
Winslow? You said Winslow? [laughs]
[Winslow] Yes, Winslow.
[chuckles] You must have had a hell of a fucking time with that name.
What's your name?
It's okay. I... I just needed to hear a person's voice. [sniffles]
We teach people to reach out, so really,
this is a call to say thank you for the service you provide. [coughs]
My name's Sarah.
Your voice sounds like you've been shouting.
Have you had an argument with someone?
That's just my voice now.
Can I ask you a couple questions?
I know you have a protocol.
Do you have access to a firearm?
No.
And do you have access to any kind of mental health care?
[scoffs]
Too much.
And do you wanna tell me what got you to this place today?
[inhales deeply]
If anyone knew that I have...
That I'm not str... strong enough,
I'll... I'll lose whatever I have left. [sobbing]
You are strong enough, Sarah.
[cries] No.
If I called anyone, they'd worry or... [coughs] ...write me up.
[stammering] Nobody... Nobody... Nobody... Nobody can know.
I needed... [gasps] ...a stranger to he... hear... hear me that it... hurts
- and... [cries] ...I'm so alone and scared. - I'm here with you.
I saw the other s-side, and it w... was so...
[stammers] ...simple, s-so easy.
It was... easier than this. [coughs]
But you didn't go there, Sarah. You called me.
I don't want you to have to fill out any forms or anything.
I'm... I'm better. Thank you. [stammers] Thank you.
I'm just happy somebody is doing their fucking job.
I can't let you go until I know there's a plan for today, Sarah.
- [panting] - For staying here with us.
[breathes shakily]
I'm in my car. [sniffles]
I'm gonna drive home, and I'm gonna stop and get some hash browns.
I didn't have breakfast. [grunts]
Will you have breakfast, Sarah?
[sighs] I promise.
Good.
And my name is not Sarah, Winslow.
["Thanks for the Memory" playing]
Can I look at it?
[groans] It's...
It's-It's fine. I'm fine.
- Let me look at it. - Hey, stop.
It's just... [stammers] Hey, come on now. You know...
Look, you know a dude like me bound to have lost some tread on his tires.
I mean, you wouldn't even be messing with me
unless you wanted to see how close you could get to the fire, right?
[clicks tongue]
I used to be a prosecutor.
Yeah.
[breathes deeply] Put away the bad guys. That felt good.
[Ray sighs]
And then... when I moved to defense...
it was complicated.
Like, all these people who were guilty one day, they're innocent the next.
[phone buzzes]
I told myself that everyone is a victim of something or someone.
[Ray] Yeah, I hear you. [grunts]
Once, I got a case to expedite bail for two drug mules.
A married couple driving heroin.
They just needed the money. [chuckles]
I made the case that these people were the real victims,
and I got their bail down to nothing.
They were released. [scoffs]
The next day, eight heads rolled into a courthouse in Mexico.
They were killers.
These people...
who I had empathized with and had defended,
they killed eight people.
So, since then, my empathy has been professional.
Like, I don't even see the real person, only the case.
Until you... you know?
You came into my office, paying for your stepmother,
and I just thought...
"This is someone trying to do the right thing,
the loving thing."
I saw someone who was trying so hard to be a good person
and had no idea what that meant.
[Ray] Man, you said this was an emergency.
Your soul is not an emergency, man.
[Manny] Brother, my soul, right now, is the only emergency.
[Ray scoffs]
Dude, look at this place.
How are there no names? How are...
How do they know who anybody is?
They just do shit differently out here, I think.
I mean look... [stammers, chuckles]
Let's go ask in that barn.
What the fuck... What are you... [stammers] Are you serious?
- Let's go. - Hey, man,
I don't ever wanna go near another motherfucking barn in my life, Manny.
Oh, hell no.
[speaking Pennsylvania Dutch]
[Manny] Hmm.
- No, I'm from Brazil. It's... - [farmer speaking Pennsylvania Dutch]
Manny, let's-let's fucking go.
I'm trying to ask him about t-the cemetery
- and the two boys. - He ain't fucking...
Sir, the two kids. Their names are...
Their names are Caleb and, uh, Harrison Stolzfus.
They were, sadly, killed at the Loebsack house.
We do not place flowers on graves, right, like you folks.
That is the way of the Englischers.
Well, I-I didn't know that, sir. I-I... I'll, um--
[Ray] Manny, hey, let's please get the fuck out of here.
That dude just called us English?
He said the shit in English too.
So all that shit before, I don't know what...
Let's go, man. Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Yo, Manny, what you gotta do that for? - That's-That's...
How come you couldn't just say that we was friends
or that we bought some furniture from the motherfucker?
I really think that they're selling more than furniture here.
[Ray] Yeah. No shit, Manny.
[Manny] What are you concerned about, Ray?
- He's not a cop. Look at those pants. - They could be going to get a cop.
[Manny] Like where? In the barn?
Yeah, man, they may have their own fucking police, Manny.
I don't fucking know.
- Hey, look, man, we don't want-- - Are youse police officers then?
We are definitely not, man. Look, we ain't no fucking police. No, no.
Albrecht says you saw them that day.
And were they both alive yet?
[Ray] No, man. No.
Look, we lost a dude too and-and my friend,
he's trying to make peace with that shit. That's why we're out here.
So whoever killed your boy, they are hunting us too.
Come inside the stable.
- Oh, no. We good, bro. We good out here. - We're good.
We're just going. Our car is, like, right over there.
You boys ride with the biker club from up north?
Man, y'all really think all Englischers look alike, don't you? [stammers]
Bikers? [stammers]
Look, your boys had business with the bikers too.
Caleb and Harrison are with Gott now.
Let him decide.
Make no amends to them.
They sold at the dances to the pilgrims.
They sold meth?
Caleb tried to enlist me.
I begged him before Gott to stop.
Wait. So enlist you to what, man?
They met a man who said he was a courier.
An Englischer.
When this pandemic shut your world down,
he said he couldn't get the money where it meant to go.
He went to your boy, Danny, looking for places to hide it.
They divided it up and marked it, so only he would know.
Caleb and Harrison tried to profit, hiding some in our own barns.
And that's a curse we can't break now.
So that-that courier, he-he-he ain't never come back?
He's most likely dead or lost in some other way.
And you said that-that he marked the money?
This is all Caleb gave me.
I'm telling you this because Gott sent you.
And I am begging you as another gut man,
keep this cancer away from us.
[Ray] Man, we gonna be diamond members by the time we get out of this motel.
[sighs]
They said this courier was English.
Yeah, but I think that just mean
anybody who don't ride around in one of them buggies, you know.
[sighs]
You know, whatever the fuck these are, they must need them.
I think that's why they haven't killed us yet.
Let's keep them separate. All right?
Put that with the rest of the stash.
Yeah, I'll use it for the coat thing.
[laughs] I cannot believe that you have gone your whole life
and you have never checked a coat.
Seriously.
[sighs]
You okay?
How's it going with them amends?
[clicks tongue]
See? That's why they tell you that you got to do the steps in order, bro.
First step is accepting that you are powerless.
I am.
Yeah, I'm learning that.
[phone buzzes]
[Ray] Oh, man. I can't keep track of this fucking crew anymore.
- Hey, um, I gotta go, man. - Yeah.
- Love you. - I love you too, man. Get out of here.
You're doing great.
[phone buzzing]
[door opens]
Your phone keeps going to voicemail.
Then leave a message.
Your mailbox is full.
Full of you.
Somehow, uh, despite your love of collage,
you passed your fitness for duty test.
Congratulations.
When are you gonna bust Driscoll?
We need the people coming for him.
And this fixation is not healthy.
I feel like you, uh, didn't share it all with the psychologist.
A good investigation is not about revenge.
Everybody is circling Driscoll.
Yeah, he is the eye of the storm, but if we bust him too early...
So you want the storm. Everything gets buried in the storm.
I never did anything to hurt you.
That wasn't me.
Nothing that Jack did is admissible in court.
I inherited a mess that could cut funding to the entire office,
and whatever garbage Jack left in the woods,
I came in to clean it so that we can live to fight another day.
So clear out your voicemail and wait for instructions.
If Driscoll has information...
we'll get it.
Without bringing him in?
He has contacts we can get to.
Partner, family, his father in Chester.
[Mina] ASAC? [sighs]
If you want it all buried out there,
the storm is gonna have to be a serious motherfucker.
[phone chimes]
[sighs, chuckles]
[sighs]
[chuckles]
[phone chimes]
- [phone thuds] - [Ray] Oh, shit.
- [gunshot] - [grunts]
Shit! Shit!
[groans] Fuck!
- [sicario speaking Spanish] - [groaning] Shit!
- No, no, no! Fuck! - Give me the fucking numbers.
- [gunshot] - [Ray] Shit!
[dog barking]
[panting]
[groaning]
[whines]
- [groaning, panting] - [Shermie barking]
Damn.
[groaning]
Shit!
[coughs, pants]
[tires screech]
[coughs, grunts]
[panting]
[groans]
Fuck, that's good. [sighs]
[sighs]
["Julieta" playing]