01x05 - Tom

[bunniefuu]

- Great job, everybody.
- Thank you for this.

Until the next one. Tom's coming up.

To Tom.

- LARTER: To Tom.
- Who's Tom?

You're gonna love him.

He keeps going on about
this guy named Crowley

and some new world order that's set up

to hijack governments
and take over the world.

I mean, real Manchurian Candidateshit.

I can get a location on Weir.

TECH: sh*t, he's rerouting again.

- He's downloading comm data.
- Cut him off!

Okay. Got it. We're leaving in five.

The plan didn't go as we'd hoped, sir.

BEN: If there's some secret explanation

as to why your friend
turned, it's not in here.

- What about the phone call?
- BEN: calls went

through the main switchboard
in that time frame.

And short of calling them all manually,

I don't know what else we can do.

WEIR: It's a simple play. Super simple.

Agent Jo Madi, FBI.

SCOTTISH MAN: Six figures for a
bottle of booze might seem a bit stiff,

but this is unicorn dram.

HAILEY: Remember how I told you
I worked for a developer in Chicago?

Well, I left out the part
where I stole money from him.

- How much?
- $ million as of Friday.

[GRUNTS]

- HOMM: Is he gonna be okay?
- BEN: What the f*ck are you doing?

GAO: Don't know who the f*ck you are.

BEN: Crowley.

Oh, sh*t.

It's all about control, sheeple.

BEN: He is so far ahead of us.

WEIR: We need to change the plan.

We need more people. We need
to bring my team back in.

MADI: Uh, I've met
most of Weir's people.

I can help you ID.

- Team? What team? The ones who blew up?
- Yeah.

[CORK POPS]

♪

[INDISTINCT OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

What'd he say?

Not much. Classic.

Just that it's about Tom.

WEIR: Thanks, guys, for getting
here on such short notice.

- _
- LARTER: So, who, exactly, is Tom?

Well, Tom is not a who. Tom is a what.

Tom is an op, a dropout.

You need us to disappear again?

How long? How deep?

Deep. Fake deaths. New identities.

- And I need it all in a week.
- Really?

- I'm afraid so.
- HAFIZ: [GROANS] f*ck.

Look, I know what a
huge ask this is, okay?

But I need you to trust me.

Why not let us help?

Because the guy I'm going
after this time is really dangerous.

If this goes south,
he won't just take you out.

He'll take out everyone you care about.

Just signed a new lease.

Every time I find a new f*ck buddy,

- something like this happens.
- I just filled my wine fridge.

All of those wonderful-sounding things

you would not be able to
enjoy if you were dead.

So, what's the plan?

Since the clock's ticking,
I want to keep it simple.

An office expl*si*n made
to look like a gas leak.

Like that one we used to
freak out that guy Goldman.

- Exactly.
- What about the intern? Shouldn't he be here?

- I think he's a plant.
- What the f*ck? Kyle's a plant?

- For who?
- WEIR: Not sure yet. Maybe Madi.

Maybe the person that I'm
worried about right now.

Either way, Kyle can't know about this,

but we can still use him.

Locked out, he'll make a
perfect witness for the police.

Okay, so we send the
task rat on an errand.

Pick up dinner somewhere far away.

- He shows up to fire trucks and news vans.
- WEIR: Yeah.

I'll show up right before the expl*si*n

so that the security cameras
can capture my shock and horror

- for anyone else who's watching.
- Mm, the cops.

Cops or anyone else.

Here are some broad outlines

and the paperwork for
the new identities.

Why'd you let us spitball
if you've already got

this whole thing figured out?

Because he's controlling,
manipulative, a**l...

"Detail oriented" is the
term I prefer, but thank you.

You're welcome.

We should k*ll that Kyle kid.

[WEIR SCOFFS]

Well, there's a surprise.

You do know that the
Cold w*r's over, right?

He could be working for Crowley.

And he might just be an
innocent FBI informant.

Yeah. And when in
doubt... [CLICKS TONGUE]

You're getting too soft, Johnathan.

No good deed goes unpunished.

You know, I don't care
how nostalgic you are

for the good old days
of Noriega and Pinochet;

no unnecessary k*lling.

That's a second dig at my age.

You don't think I can handle
him, do you? That's it.

My plan, my rules.

Very well.

We've been preparing for this
for a long time, Johnathan,

but, you know, sometimes reality
turns out to be quite different.

Are you sure you're ready?

I am.

And I quote you.

"As long as we stick to the plan,
everything will be fine."

♪

WOMAN [RECORDING]: You have reached
Arda Analytics Human Resources.

No one is in the office right now,
but if you leave your name and...

[PHONE DISCONNECTS]

[DIALING, LINE RINGING]

MAN: Famous Jay's Pizza. Hello?

[DIALING, LINE RINGS]

- WOMAN : This extension...
- [LINE RINGING]

MAN : This is Key's Auto Insurance...

WOMAN : You've reached
the office of Dr. Smith...

[INDISTINCT VOICES OVERLAPPING, ECHOING]

- HAILEY: Knock, knock.
- Yeah.

So, Homm wanted me to
come get you, but...

- [DIALING, LINE RINGING]
- ... first, I... I wanted to say

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I... I probably should
have told you about...

What? Stealing $ million?

- Yeah, you probably should have told me.
- [PHONE LINE BEEPS]

AUTOMATED VOICE: You
have reached a number

that has been disconnected
or no longer in service.

Are you calling every
one of those numbers?

I'm doing everything I can
to figure out why Crowley

is three steps ahead of us.
Reached out to my team.

It might take 'em a little
while to make contact.

In the meantime, I'm
running through these numbers

trying to figure out who the last
person was to talk to Valence.

I know my dad doesn't think
it's part of the plan...

Weir, Weir, Weir, Weir. It's okay.

It's okay. Relax.

You do not have to sell me on this.

Isn't it possible that this is more
about you losing your friend?

Trying to make sense of that?

In my world, that's a big deal.

So, if you wanted to talk about it,

you could talk to me.

For those of us who lie for a living,

our only connection to
reality are the people

who really, really know us.

And for me, that was
Valence, and only Valence.

So when we agreed to cut off
all communications to do this,

I lost that.

And it's affected me.

No, I... I get it.

Growing up without a real home,
you look for it in other people.

And for you, Miles was home.

I-I know we haven't known
each other for very long,

but I haven't had anyone
like that in my life

for a long time, either.

Someone you can just
be real with, you know?

Chicago, the money. I...

I'm actually glad that

I don't have to keep
that secret anymore,

especially from you.

So,

you know, I thought since I'm good
with you knowing that about me...

So you're saying I
should just trust you now?

That's usually how it works, yeah.

Honestly, I don't know
how anybody trusts anybody,

given all you've got to go
on is someone else's word.

How about you try

to trust me just, I don't know,

% more?

Ninety percent?

Jesus Christ, % is high.

Oh, f*ck you. I think
I deserve at least .

Okay, fine, %.
You got yourself a deal.

What did Homm want?

Oh, Homm, sh*t. Uh, right. Yes.

He wants to... He wants
to show you something.

HOMM: The good news is all of
the political donations and PACs

that Intraverse Media gives
money to are publicly available.

The bad news is that
between Intraverse proper

and the companies they own,

they donate to a total of
different candidates

and organizations: liberal,
conservative, libertarian,

green, independent...

If there's one candidate
they're getting behind,

it's going to take a while to ID them.

See, this is why we need more people.

No! No teams.

We stick to the plan.

[CLEARS THROAT] And as I said, we're,
you know, we're playing catch-up;

that makes us vulnerable.

Jesus Christ, how much have you had?

I'm fine, and this is very, very good.

- Oh, boy.
- BEN: All I'm saying is

we can't risk more exposure

by letting anybody else in.

How many more times do I have to say it?

- We stick to the plan.
- WEIR: In case you haven't noticed,

a lot has already gone
sideways with the plan.

We can handle that.

It's not worth putting your friends

on the radar, is it? [GROANS]

What now?

Heartburn.

- WEIR: Maybe lay off the Slim Jims.
- Mind your own business.

Enough of that.

- You know, technically, that bottle's mine.
- Huh.

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

You, uh, you calling your team again?

Yeah, Cara's perfect
for this political sh*t.

I just gotta find her.

[IMITATING BEN]: You're
not sticking to the plan.

CARA [ON RECORDING]: Hey,
it's me. Leave a message.

This is Crystal Steam Cleaners.

We are offering a special in your area.

If you are interested,
you can contact us at

- -WE-TIDY-U.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

♪

[SOFT GRUNT]

[PHONE BEEPING, LINE RINGING]

- This is Anna.
- MADI: Anna, you haven't called.

That means bad news?

- Morello said no.
- Oh, sh*t.

He wants anything about Weir
to go through Rasche's office.

You're there, aren't you?

No.

Yes, you are. You're
at the ex-wife's place.

Well, I need to know
why she talked to Weir.

A lot of divorced people talk.

No, I mean "talk" talk.

He doesn't have anyone to confide in,
as far as I can tell.

She could know about more
than just divorce stuff.

- I can feel it.
- That's your gut.

But no Rasche, no go.

Ah, you're right, you're right.

I know you're right. Thank you.

Talk to you later.

CHLOE: How long are we gonna sit here?

Is this what you do all day? How boring.

I have an important job, Chloe, okay?

- I do important things.
- Can I have my phone?

No.

Give me that box.

Hi. My daughter's raising
money for her soccer team.

Or, well, I am.

So can I interest you
in a bar of chocolate?

My son had to sell
those things for band.

- I ended up doing it for him, too.
- Every time.

- Right? I hate it.
- I know.

Yeah, I'll take a few if it
helps get you out of the hole.

- Still eight bucks each?
- Yeah.

- Okay. I'll get my checkbook.
- Thanks.

I hate to ask, but can
I use your bathroom?

Oh. Uh, yeah, sure. Of course.

Uh, just take your first left

- and then down the hall.
- Mm.

Ooh, "Chateau Figeac".

- That's fancy.
- I'm not a day drinker, I swear.

It's just from last night.
I haven't cleaned up.

Oh, stop. I am a day drinker,

so no judgment here. [CHUCKLES]

Date night with the hubby?

No, I'm not married. Just an old friend.

Oh, wow, even better.

But Figeac. That sounds so familiar.

- Why do I know that name, Figeac?
- You tell me.

Wine's not really my thing.

- Um, it was a gift.
- Oh.

To the left...

- Down the hall.
- Thank you.

♪

Here's everything I could find.

Are you certain that's everything?

Yes.

Any revelation from Mr. Gao
before his dip in the barrel?

Just one thing.

Figeac.

Figeac.

[EXHALES]

Thank you so much for the
bathroom, for the chocolates.

- You're a lifesaver twice over.
- It's no problem, really.

And I'm calling you.
Like I said, I'm a day drinker,

so we can talk mom to mom over

- a couple glasses sometime.
- Perfect.

- Sounds good.
- Bye-bye.

See ya.

That took forever.

I told you I don't hear that tone,

so try something else.

Otherwise you're talking
to a pile of rocks.

sh*t.

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

- This is Anna.
- Uh, Anna, it's me again.

Uh, do me a favor and have EIS flag

any activity on Weir's
employees' credit cards

and on any cell phone
numbers we have for them.

Uh, there's no way
Rasche will let you...

Well, just get it started,
okay? I'll deal with Rasche.

Uh, it's better to ask forgiveness
than permission, right?

[SIGHS]

Just take the bottle, will you?

I don't have room for all
this wine at my new place.

- I don't drink wine.
- Well, regift it, then.

- This it?
- Yeah.

So it'll look totally natural.

The blast will take out the whole floor,

and ignite a fire to take out the rest.

- It'll be like a Nick Cage movie.
- Nice.

I think we should disable the elevators,

stop any bogeys from getting in.

I'm just worried about the
accounting firm below us.

HAFIZ: Ah, they'll be fine.
Go time will be about : .

They leave at : on the dot.
I mean, they are accountants, after all.

- Did you get a line on cadavers?
- They'll be here by game day.

Let's talk DNA.

LARTER: Ah, man, I told
you not to go too short.

My sideburns look weird.

Who's gonna care?

You know, there's a chance
the fire burns all the hair anyway.

- Already thought about that.
- And?

You sick f*ck. [EXHALES]

[GROANS SOFTLY]

BEN: So, what'd you find?

HOMM: I think I got it.

♪ I think I totally got it. ♪

[LAUGHS] Really.

Oh, my God. You-You know, um,

when you're trying to do one
thing and then you totally stumble

- into a total brainstorm moment?
- WEIR: Uh-huh.

Well, tracking down
the PAC contributions

and connecting them to
individual corporations

would be insanely difficult.

Especially in cases of
tax shelter shell companies

and all that sort of malfeasance,

it's a total nightmare.

I mean, if you understood
the labyrinthine dimensions

- of the Bahamian tax code, for instance...
- Ed.

J-Just bear with me, please.

This is... this is so cool. [LAUGHS]

See, I'm-I'm pulling out my chest hair

about corporate donations,

and then it occurs to me that
individual employee donations

might be a better barometer.
Want to know why I thought that?

- Not really, no.
- Oh, come on.

- He's so chuffed. Let him...
- [BEN LAUGHS]

He kills a guy with a fire extinguisher,

and suddenly he's in MI- .

Yeah, I didn't, I didn't...
You said he was okay.

He's fine. Ed, the point.

Um, o-okay. Basically, I looked at

the executive-level donations,

and found that the vast majority
of those individual donations

went to one PAC and one PAC only:

the America SOS Committee.

And then, when I looked at
that, I found that they only ever

contributed to one
politician on a regular basis:

Senator Nora Evers of New Jersey.

- But she isn't even running.
- Uh, not yet.

But based on the volume and
the amount of the donations,

she definitely will, I guarantee it.

Are you sure about this?

You have my word as a Tier
Five forensic accountant.

And the number one
trending topic on Twitter

two days running.

Well, that's what we need, isn't it?

It's insane. I mean, I'm going viral.

#EdlsNotDead.

- WEIR: Cover your ears!
- What?

[expl*si*n]

- [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]
- [INDISTINCT VOICES ECHOING]

HOMM [MUFFLED]: I-I
can't hear anything.

Come on.

HAILEY: Where the f*ck
did they come from?

- There's a door in the back. Move!
- HOMM: What? What... What did he say?

WEIR: sh*t! sh*t! sh*t!

What? What is he saying?
I can't hear anything.

- sh*t!
- Something put a... ringing in my ears...

- Shut him up, I'm trying to think.
- [expl*si*n]

- [CRIES OUT] Oh, my...
- [g*nf*re]

HOMM: I got hit.

- I got sh*t.
- This is where

you hammer the wall and pull
out a bunch of g*ns, right?

I'm sorry. The only way
we're getting out of here

is back through them.

sh*t. Smoke!

HOMM: Oh, I-I got sh*t. They sh*t me.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- HOMM: I'm sh*t!

BEN: Shut him up!

In seconds, I need you
to move around and make a lot of noise.

- WEIR: What are you gonna do?
- BEN: Trust me.

- HOMM: Why is there smoke?
- WEIR: What are you gonna...

sh*t.

[WEIR CRYING OUT]

- Got one.
- Quiet.

- Too late!
- [g*nf*re]

WEIR: Get ready.

Get ready. Move!

- HOMM: What did he say?
- WEIR: Get to the car now!

HOMM: Oh, I'm gonna bleed out.

Oh, I can't feel my arm. I-I got sh*t.

I got one of 'em, but I
just winged the other one.

- I don't know where he went.
- How the hell did they find us?

I got sh*t, man.

HAILEY: You're-you're gonna be okay.

- What are you saying?
- He really got tagged, here.

- Ed, you're gonna be fine, for Christ's sake.
- I'm gonna bleed out.

- Tell him he'll be okay.
- He can't hear me.

There's no way they followed
me, I was too careful.

Find something to tie around his arm

- to stop the bleeding.
- What? What?

- BEN: Whatever.
- I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I-I want Stacy. I don't care
that she did it with Kevin.

HAILEY: O-Okay. Can we just pull over

and have the actual doctor in the car

- take a look at him?
- Was anyone online last night or make any calls?

'Cause there's no reason
they should have found us.

Can you find somewhere
safe to pull over?

- Yes.
- HOMM: Can't feel my arm. I got... I got sh*t.

- Hold on.
- HOMM: What?

- [HOMM GROANS]
- BEN: Quiet, I haven't touched you yet.

- [HOMM GROANS]
- BEN: Be quiet.

BEN: Come on. All right.

There you go.

Well, you're lucky.
It's gone right through.

See?

- What did I miss?
- It's okay.

- We got away.
- It's not okay.

Easy. You can't expect to see
every move before it happens.

Yes, I can. I gamed every
version of this sh*t out.

What the f*ck did I miss?!

BEN: You're missing the
most obvious version,

that Valence sold us out.

- Stop saying that.
- Oh, come on.

He knew where all the safe houses were.

- He didn't do it.
- Johnathan,

it's the simplest explanation.

He turned, can't you see?
It's right under your f*cking nose.

- You don't know that.
- I know plenty.

I know that you're losing the thread.

You're agitated, you're paranoid.

It's getting in the
way of your thinking.

You need to step back and
see what's really happening.

Okay, let's calm this down.

Not to mention... I don't know what

- the next surprise is gonna be.
- Oh!

- She's got nothing to do with it.
- Oh, no.

She's just an ordinary lawyer

turned thief turned
accidental millionairess.

You're compromised, and
I fear you're losing it.

Don't listen to him.

Weir, you don't have to listen to him.

Now, look, Johnathan, we need supplies.

If I don't treat this man's wound,
his arm is gonna drop off.

Wait. What?

Oh, you hear me now, can you?

Cara just bought a wine fridge.

Cara? What, you're on a first
name basis with the victims now?

Well, I've been following
Weir's team a long time.

Okay, I'm gonna go home, you
leave it on my desk. Good night, Raj.

Credit card records show that she
bought a wine fridge two months ago,

- and she'd been filling it.
- Mm-hmm.

A week before her death,
she spent a small fortune on wine,

so why is her wine fridge
empty? Where is it all?

On the grassy knoll?

Not in her apartment when she d*ed.

She knew something big was coming,

and she didn't want to let all
that expensive wine go to waste.

I mean, do you really think
that she just happened to

get rid of all her good
wine right before she d*ed?

Okay, you know what?
Shut up about the wine,

because no one gave you permission to go

- to her apartment in the first place.
- [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

- She could lead us to Weir.
- Weren't you on my ass about the DNA?

'Cause we got confirmed matches
this afternoon on guess who?

Ding, ding, ding! Exactly.

All three DBA employees.

They're dead. Case closed.

[EXHALES]

- Hey, Anna.
- Madi.

Anything good?

Yeah. EIS flagged an incoming call

to Cara Spader's cell phone.

Yeah? And?

- Came from a burner.
- Oh, f*ck. f*cking Weir.

Ask them if you can get a
location on Cara's phone.

Got it.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[DIALING, LINE RINGING]

WOMAN [RECORDING]: You
have reached Arda...

[HOMM CRYING OUT]

- BEN: No, no, no, no, no.
- HAILEY: It's okay.

- Oh.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Mm...
- It's okay.

All right, Edward,

this is the shitty bit.

- Shitty bit.
- BEN: Yeah.

Copy that. Wait.

Hold on. Can I have some more whiskey?

There you go.

- BEN: All right.
- Mm. Oh...

BEN: Attaboy.

Okay.

Ow.

Ow!

- Ed, you good?
- No.

Get some more ice, will you, hon?

Sure... hon.

For the wound, not for the whiskey.

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

RECORDED VOICE: You've reached
Arda Analytics Legal Department.

If you know your party's extension,

- please enter it...
- [YAWNS]

You okay in here?

Yeah, just a little tired.

I don't know if you've
noticed, but your-your dad...

is spending a lot of time

trying to undermine your
trust in everybody but him.

You don't... You don't
need to listen to him.

I know my dad is a manipulative sh*t,

but in this case, I think he's right.

It's logical. [SIGHS]

Either Valence has turned against me,

or it's a leak.

Someone inside my circle.

- Me?
- I didn't say that.

Yeah, but you're thinking that.

There's that %.

I have to consider
every possible option,

even if I don't want to believe them.

So, do you? Believe it?

[SIGHS]

I might have stuck around
at first for protection.

Yeah.

But do you think I feel safe anymore,

knowing what I know
about who's after you?

After getting sh*t at?

I'm sticking around...

... for you.

But what-what's that?

What just happened?

- What?
- It's like you went somewhere.

No. No, I'm good.

I don't think you are.

I... I meant we're good.

Okay, Hailey? I mean it. We're good.

[LINE RINGING]

AUTOMATED VOICE: We're sorry, your
call cannot be completed as di...

[DIALING]

[SIGHS]

MAN [ON TV]: ... and they've
turned a blind eye to the fact that

Americans face the consequences
of this crisis every day,

as deadly fentanyl pours
into our neighborhoods

and crime surges!

RECORDED VOICE: ... department
at Arda Analytics.

[PHONE DISCONNECTS]

- [PHONE LINE RINGING]
- [PHONE RINGING NEARBY]

[PHONE DISCONNECTS]

- [LINE RINGING]
- [PHONE RINGING NEARBY]

[RINGING CONTINUES]

[RINGING STOPS]

It was you.

You were the last person
to talk to Valence.

- Johnathan, let me explain.
- You told him to jump?

I-I never said any such thing.

You let me just sit there and spin,

trying to figure this
out, and you said nothing!

[TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY]

WOMAN: But just watch.

♪

I had no idea he was
gonna do what he did.

- Please, believe me.
- WEIR: Believe you?

Are you f*cking insane?!

Weir, we need to get out of here.

Come on!

f*ck you.

Homm, come on.

BEN: Go, get to the woods. Now!

[g*nshots]

Come on.

- Can you get a signal?
- Not really.

Let's go.

ANNA: EIS had some trouble isolating

a location for Cara's cell phone,

but they got it boiled down to
a block or two area downtown.

Great. Can you send me a pin?

Already did.

CHLOE: What happened to
"don't text and drive," Mom?

I'm not texting.

Look, uh, I'm gonna have to make a stop.

You will stay in the car,

and you're not gonna f*cking
argue with me about it.

[EXHALES]

You tell me what the hell is happening.

- Don't you dare f*cking lie.
- No.

Listen... [SIGHS]

I was trying to fix things.

- I wanted to warn Valence.
- About what?

About how...

About how things went
pear-shaped with the intern kid.

You didn't try to k*ll him.

Look, letting that little
sh*t go is contrary to

everything I've ever learned.

- [SIGHS HEAVILY]
- When in doubt, take 'em out.

Page one in the Langley
manual of unwritten things.

Uh... Be thorough, be ruthless.

There's nothing so tidy as dead.

My plan, my rules. Remember?

Yeah, well...

it's not as simple as that, Johnathan.

Hey, who wrote Weir's dating profile?

You do mine?

- LARTER: Talk to her.
- Dinner orders?

- Meatball sandwich.
- I'll have the same.

- Reuben, extra kraut. Final answer.
- THE INTERN: From Pete's?

- Katz's.
- It's gonna take me, like,

- half an hour to get up there, man.
- LARTER: Yeah?

Well, it's worth the wait.

Have you had their
Reuben? 'Cause if you did,

you'd be halfway there by now.

[SIGHS]

- [DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]
- Let's go.

Fucker.

All right.

[SIGHS]

♪

[PHONE RINGING]

- Hey, baby.
- ELIZA: Baby, where are you?

Are you f*cking serious?

You know I'm at work, right?

Yeah, but you promised
me that you'd be here.

I didn't promise you
anything. All right?

I need you to listen to me. Right now...

do not do clingy, Eliza.

Okay, you know what, maybe you're right.

You're right, I'm sorry.
Okay, I'll be better.

I'll be better. I can be
better. Just come over now.

- I can't.
- Baby, what did I do?

Can you tell me what I did?

I gotta go.

♪

[THE INTERN GRUNTS]

Who are you?

- Who are you?!
- Oh, f*ck off.

Oh!

THE INTERN: Where'd you get this? Huh?

f*ck off, you punk!

[PAINED GROANING]

Hey! Help! Help!

Help! [GROANING]

f*ck!

- [LINE RINGS]
- I'm b*rned. They tried to k*ll me.

MAN: Well, then, you know what to do.

Broom it out.

WEIR: We agreed we were
gonna leave him alone.

BEN: But I was right.

He's not some lucky plant.

I mean, he's dangerous. He's a pro.

- Doesn't matter.
- Doesn't matter?

- He bloody near k*lled me.
- Why the f*ck didn't you tell me?

Bec... [SIGHS]

Because you needed to stay focused.

- Stick to the plan.
- [SNIFFS]

You-You're going off on tangents.

- You never trust me, Johnathan.
- Wow, I wonder why.

Please listen to me.

WEIR: Why didn't you tell me?

I was losing blood.

WEIR: Why the f*ck didn't you tell me?

- Because I couldn't.
- Why?

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

Hey, Anna, uh, do me a favor.

Call Cara's cell for me.

Because if I told you that,

I would have had to
tell you everything else.

Jesus Christ, what
else is there to tell?

Your team...

[PHONE RINGING FAINTLY NEARBY]

Oh!

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

- TV REPORTER: Homm was last seen...
- LARTER: Well, we got b*rned!

- Listen.
- REPORTER: ... Kettering Hotel,

getting into a black car.

Police received an anonymous video
showing Weir behind the wheel...

LARTER: They cut Weir in.

Valence f*cked us.

- You hear me?
- It doesn't change a thing.

Understand? It doesn't change a thing.

I'm coming back to the office.
We just passed Chambers.

He's ten away. We need to...

Listen. Listen, don't k*ll me.

[WATCH BEEPING]

It's done. Do I wait for Weir?

What the fu...

[ALARM BEEPING]

- [expl*si*n]
- [CAR ALARMS WAILING]

They're dead. All of them.

What?

BEN: I didn't know how to tell you,

so I was trying to make it right.

And I called Valence to warn him.

What did he say?

It's how I know he turned.

What did he say?

He told me to shut up and let him think.

And then he said it.

You tell him I had no choice.

I should have told
you. Of course I should.

But I know how you are.
You start spinning, and...

[SIGHS]

You see, Johnathan, I still look at you

and see my little boy

who needs protecting from the world.

Look,

I f*cked up all over the place.

But you know, we have to carry on.

HOMM: Hey, guys, there's
someone out there.

[SIGHS]

What the hell? How do
they keep finding us?

Oh, my God, we-we have
to get out of here.

We need to go. They are coming for us.

BEN: Come on, Johnathan. Come on.

Come on.

- What's wrong?
- Come on, son.

I know what it is.

I know what it is. [SNIFFLES]

[WHISPERING]: It says they are here.

[SIGHS]

They're not here.

They figured it out.

Left the bottle behind.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

You're welcome.

[RASCHE SIGHS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

BEN: Of course.

A $ , bottle of single
malt whiskey is gonna be chipped.

HOMM: If you ask me, the
whiskey was worth getting sh*t.

Monstrously epic sh*t.

Okay, now what?

We find him.

Then what?

We end this.

How do we go about that?

WEIR: He owns Senator Evers.

We're gonna ask her.

EVERS: We've lost our way.

We're not the country of
our mothers and our fathers.

We've betrayed their trust.

We have squandered their faith.
Faith to keep America strong.

And that is why I am
running for President

- of the United States.
- [AUDIENCE CHEERING]

Listen, don't-don't k*ll me.

Just... please don't.

REPORTER: So it's official.

Senator Evers joins the
race for the White House.

Please.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, please, don't!

No, please!