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(silence)
(deep bass music)
(tense music)
- [Man] Carson.
- Hello, Sergio.
- [Sergio] I'm so glad you came.
- I heard about Clarissa.
- Please, my friend.
Before we begin.
- I thought we trusted each other.
- Always new rules, my friend.
This I must take.
- How did she die?
- What would you like?
- A beer.
A good one please.
- You got it, darling.
- It's for your next target.
- Not this shit again.
- After such success with the Amante job,
you cannot be surprised that the Patron wants more.
Our enemies were terriﬁed.
Embrace your future.
- I kill clean.
They don't even know they're dead.
I don't kill like this.
- Patron no longer wants death.
- Sergio, I won't do it.
- Patron will be very disappointed in you.
You wanted to know about Clarissa.
Patron had Lance deliver on their fear.
Does this bother you?
- Is the Patron listening right now?
I imagine he'd wanna hear me die
after drinking that shit.
He shouldn't have killed her.
- My apologies my friend but you,
you need to drink your beer or die.
For your own good.
- No.
Hello, Patron.
(gun firing)
You should not have tortured her.
Now we'll both have to live with the consequences.
(gun firing)
(somber music)
(tense music)
(phone vibrating)
- [Man] You there, Alice?
- I'm here, Paul.
And it's 5:05 in the afternoon which means
I am off duty.
- [Paul] Yeah, but I got this call
about some disturbance at Hatchery Lake.
- Paul, I'm off, have Dave do it.
So you're up.
- Okay.
Gimme the address.
(radio chatter)
(tense music)
(phone vibrating)
- Hey, John, how's life?
- [John] Where have you been, mom?
Dad said you had news for me.
- Listen, I'm gonna have to call you later, sorry.
- [John] Is something going on between you and Da...
(beeping)
(tense music)
- Paul, I'm at the driveway.
Going to check things out.
- [Paul] 10-4 Alice.
Call if you ﬁnd anything.
(beeping)
(alarm sounding)
(knocking)
- Shelton Police, anyone there?
We have received a report of a disturbance.
I'll need to enter the premises.
(boards creaking)
(tense music)
(ﬂies buzzing)
- [Paul] Alice, is that you?
Wanna get me a report?
Alice, you okay out there?
Come on, Alice.
Answer the radio.
- [Man] My name is Carson Empman.
By now you will have heard of me and the things I've done.
And if you have found this letter then I have died
a contented man.
I am being hunted by the Chutro drug cartel.
If their assassins ﬁnd me alive, they will bring
something far worse than death.
They will bring the serum.
l have at most three days to take my revenge.
Then I will end my life on my terms.
For what I let happen to Clarissa,
l desen/e nothing less.
- You there, Paul?
- [Paul] Here, Alice.
Why weren't you answering?
- Who was it that gave you the tip on this place?
- He wouldn't give me his name.
But he had a Spanish accent, not from around here.
Seemed oonvinoed there's some foul play out there.
- Do me a favor, call the man named Bob Sistek,
he's with the FBI.
Have him run a trace on the tip
that we got on this place.
- [Paul] The FBI?
Jesus, what do you think you found?
- [Carson] For my entire career with the cartel
l was a ghost.
No one had seen my face.
To ﬁnd my jobs | just needed four words.
The key.
It was untraceable.
But then came the offer that ruined everything.
They wanted to meet.
Do | wish now I had turned around
never to work for the cartel again?
Never to have met Clarissa?
No.
I'd do it all again.
(revving)
(tense music)
- Good day, sir.
You must be Carson, yes?
Welcome to the Aguilamonte.
I believe it's the most beautiful winery outside of Spain.
I am Sergio the winemaker.
I am very honored to ﬁnally meet you, my friend.
- You pay a lot of money for the chance.
I hope it's worth it.
- Our new Patron certainly thinks so.
He has much faith in your talents.
- New Patron?
- You must learn to keep up with current events, compadre.
Come, let us meet your new family.
Those you must trust now and forever more.
- Well.
As long as that means until this job is through
we see eye to eye.
- It's your new family.
To the left we have Anton.
On your right is Lance.
And the beautiful lady in front is Clarissa.
- Please, call me Doctor.
- Doctor of what, exactly?
- Yes, yes, yes!
You are here for your distinctive abilities.
And to focus
solely on the task at hand.
As ordered by the Patron himself
you are to share nothing about yourself
or your past with the others.
- Unless one is to guess correctly, of course.
You see, I have a particular talent.
Sort of a sixth sense, I seem to be able
to guess people's worst fears.
Take Anton for example.
He seems to have a particular aversion
to being burned alive.
- Shut your goddamn mouth.
- lt's roasted actually.
Stuffed within a cowhide, strung over a smoldering ﬁre.
Suffocating while his ﬂesh melts knowing full well
that only the pain will kill him.
- Say another word and you die.
- And that word will be to the Patron, wouldn't it?
- Boys.
Let's get to work.
- Excellent idea.
Let's get started.
You all follow me please.
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
(clearing throat)
- [Woman] Washington Herald.
- Hello, ma'am, I'm calling for Wendy Ludlow.
l have a story for her.
- [Woman] One moment please.
- Thank you ma'am.
- [Wendy] This is Wendy Ludlow.
Who is this?
- Miss Ludlow, I'm calling to tell you the whereabouts
of Senator Enrique Parker's son Jared.
He disappeared on September 20th 2011.
- [Wendy] Yeah, and that case has been closed
for three years.
- You can ﬁnd him 50 meters north of the 17th green
at Rock Creek golf course.
Bring the police and an excavation unit.
If I see the story in tomorrow's online edition
I will give you the story of your career.
- [Wendy] Buddy, this will be the story of my career
if you weren't full of shit.
- It might be time to raise your standards.
I'll call you at ﬁve p.m. tomorrow at your time.
Wear running shoes.
- [Wendy] But how do I know this isn't a prank?
(phone ringing)
(exhaling)
- [Man] San Antonio Post.
- Mitch Verplank please.
- [Paul] Alice?
- Yeah?
- [Paul] Got a hold of your friend Sistek.
You didn't tell me he's the guy who hired you.
- Yeah well he is, so did he help you?
- [Paul] He said the call came
from a switchboard station in Vegas.
They can't trace it beyond that.
He was also very interested in why you were asking
and wants you to call him back.
- Okay, will do.
So who owns this cabin?
- [Paul] I looked that up.
Aaron Mickowitz.
All paid for.
Taxes are up to date.
- Mind tracking him down?
- [Paul] Sure thing.
- Family, our challenge is a simple one.
Mayor Morgan Amante will soon be taking
drastic measures against the Cartel.
Beginning with the press conference,
it'll be from Tuesday.
Now leveraging your unique talents,
we will intercept him as he emerges from City Hall
on his way to the event.
And the Patron wants to make it very clear
that a simple abduction is not the desired option.
- Okay.
So a sniper bullet to the head then we go have drinks.
- So.
The Patron wishes to use this opportunity
to test out the ﬁnest innovation
by the cartel in its entire history.
Team, I present to you the serum.
Lance here has developed this
from very particular toxins from the world's
most notorious jellyﬁsh and spiders.
- Excuse me.
What does it do?
- The question is, what does it allow?
Unlike conventional paralytic elements,
this formula leaves the sympathetic
nen/ous system unaffected.
- What the hell is he talking about?
- Your heart, lungs, anything automatic.
- Leaving the patient fully paralyzed
and yet entirely sensory capable.
They can even target a particular vertebrae
and you can still talk.
Or scream if needed.
- What's the point?
- The effect is what matters.
The Patron wishes to send a message.
One that cannot be ignored.
(birds chirping)
(somber music)
- [Paul] Hey Alice.
That VIN you gave me is from a truck in California
that was reported missing two weeks ago.
- Did you get Mr. Mickowitz?
No one has heard from him in two years.
He was last seen driving a shipment of wine into Canada.
Then he just disappeared.
- Interesting.
- [Paul] So can you tell me what you found out there?
- Nothing.
I guess I just needed some time
to think about the San Francisco job.
- [Paul] Yeah, and about leaving us behind.
- Ifl could do their level of narco work here, I would.
But I can't.
And I need it.
- [Paul] But John needs you.
ls taking off to ﬁght drug cartels
really more important?
Well, whatever you're doing, our anonymous tip
called back asking about your progress.
- What did you say?
- [Paul] I said we don't comment on open investigations
and he got pretty angry at that.
How do you want me to deal with him?
- Send him to me next time.
(soda hissing)
- Hello, Carson Empman.
- How do you know my name?
- I know everything about this team.
Names, history, sexual preferences, everything.
- I don't know much about this new Patron
but this seems like a good way to get on his bad side.
- Aren't you even curious?
- No.
- Hmm.
Anton Delacroix has beheaded over 200 individuals.
He also feels no pain which means he can take
a substantial beating, comes in handy.
Lance Vitoros, the Doctor.
Pre-eminent monster in the cartel
second only to the new Patron.
He likes to say he earned his Doctorate
by studying Nazi experimentation on the Jews.
And then there's you.
Carson Empman, the ghost.
Seven years contracting for the cartel.
And yet not a single body found.
- What else do you know about me?
- Enough.
(chaotic sounds in background)
You left me to die.
(boards creaking)
- Look at him.
(phone ringing)
- [Wendy] This is Wendy.
- Hello, Wendy.
- [Wendy] Hello, mystery man.
- You work fast, well done.
- [Wendy] Thank you.
You wouldn't believe the questions that I'm getting.
- Hear from the FBI, no doubt, don't answer them.
- [Wendy] And ATF.
- You have eight minutes to get to the bank of payphones
at the southeast corner of President's Park, go.
- [Wendy] What, in heels, I can't.
- I told you to wear running shoes.
(door creaking)
(phone ringing)
- [Wendy] I am not in that kind of shape.
- Get used to it.
The Feds are tracking your phone calls.
This gives us time to chat.
Here's the game you and I will play.
I do something for you, and you do something for me.
I gave you a body, so in exchange, you will add
a set of information on the web article
that ﬁrst published Parker's disappearance.
- [Wendy] Strange request.
- Yeah, maybe you.
Are you ready?
Write this down.
Cayman America's Bank Georgetown.
Heidrich.
Lance Vitoros.
12854196.
- [Wendy] Got it.
- You likely know I'm working with other reporters.
You are all in a competition.
Whoever serves me best, gets the grand prize.
If you fail, I will replace you.
If you betray me, I pay you a visit
and someone ﬁnds your body in six years.
- [Wendy] Don't try and sweet talk me.
What's the prize?
- Has anyone found who killed.
Sacramento mayor Morgan Amante?
- [Wendy] You were a part of that?
You could identify the killers?
- Nice chatting with you, Wendy.
(alarm sounding)
(beeping)
- [Paul] Alice, you gotta tell me what's going on.
Why haven't you told John about San Francisco?
I'm sure he could tell you why there's no point to it.
- Goddamit Paul, he's not changing my mind.
- [Paul] I know you want revenge for what happened to him.
But,
- But what?
- [Paul] But he sold drugs for Chutro
and he got caught.
It was his choice not to take the plea deal.
- Yeah, but they got to him.
They threatened him.
And now he's hard.
He's lost.
It ruined him, Paul.
- [Paul] That's why he needs you.
So talk to him, Alice, all right?
See what he has to say about all of this.
- You know, that's a good idea.
- Okay, let's do a round of contingencies.
- Jesus, Sergio.
I think we got it by now.
-Aplan, Anton.
A plan is nothing more than a beautiful dream.
Preparation is facing your nightmares.
Let's see how we do when things go wrong, okay?
All right.
Presence of additional police units.
- Escalate the hostility and create urgency.
- Good.
And who evaluates effectiveness of this?
-|do.
On approach, I call Lance.
- Excellent.
And if the subterfuge is still not successful?
Anton!
- I detonate the explosives in the trash bin.
Jesus, man, why is this shit so complicated?
Why can't we just kill the motherfucker?
- Even in here, Anton.
I can smell the vines and the barells.
This is heaven!
The Patron told me personally on his deathbed
that if we succeed, this is once again all mine.
But if we fail,
oh Anton, if we fail.
Lance, would you like to explain to the team
what you told me?
-Ah, of course.
Sergio has two daughters that he loves very much
but he hasn't seen in quite a while.
You'd be tied to a table,
blindfolded and gagged.
Your precious little angels wouldn't be able to hear you.
They'll be stuffed in a burlap sack
and we pour in starving rats.
Now these rats, they would eat ravenously.
Tearing at the nubile ﬂesh of your daughters.
And when their cries became whimpers,
they would nibble till there was nothing left.
- Okay, that's.
So you can see
that if you succeed you have everything made.
But if we fail, Anton.
It's all right with you, we go again?
(phone ringing)
- [Wendy] Can't you pick any place closer?
- No, there aren't many banks of payphones left.
And I kinda like making you run.
- [Wendy] I enjoy the exercise.
So, what happens next?
- You're staying on schedule so you get another body.
Her name's Catherine Gronberg.
She's in Connecticut.
Died July 12, 2011.
- [Wendy] Wait a minute, Gronberg.
Wasn't she that bitchy wine magazine editor?
- Wow, Wendy, you really know your stuff.
Yeah.
She's in the northeast corner of Ashton Park in Brighton.
- [Wendy] Northeast corner of Ashton Park Brighton.
Got it, you'll see it in tomorrow's edition.
- Thank you, Wendy.
(phone ringing)
- [John] Hey mom.
- Hi John, you got a second?
- [John] Yeah, on a smoke break.
- Yeah I forgot that you,
- [John] Better than shooting heroin, mom.
Yeah Greg, I'll be right there.
So, you ﬁnally gonna tell me what's going on?
- Look, I need your help.
Do you remember a story in the news a few weeks back
about a hitman that was confessing his kills?
- [John] Why the hell are you calling me about this?
- That guy was trying to take down the Chutro cartel
and I'm trying to ﬁgure out how he was doing it.
- [John] Jesus, mom.
Do you know what would happen to me
if the cartel found out I was talking to the police?
Don't ever call me about this.
- Dammit.
- [Paul] Alice.
(can clanging)
- Yeah?
- [Paul] That same guy called again.
Asked for the same update.
- Why didn't you send him to me?
- [Paul] Because he threatened you, Alice.
Said that two men would arrive before dark and kill you
if you didn't report what you found.
So you wanna tell me what the hell is going on?
- Okay, it's probably,
- [Paul] I called Sistek.
He sounded angry with you.
He wants to know what you're doing out there.
So since he's your new boss, you better call.
- Okay, don't worry, I got it.
(can hissing)
(somber music)
- Mind ifl sit?
- Help yourself.
- You're a bit more agreeable to my presence.
- You're a part of the team.
Guess a rather well informed part.
- I was sent from Bogota to review
as well as assist in the operation.
- Bogota?
So you have the ear of the Patron?
(cork popping)
- Something like that.
Care for a glass?
- (laughing) No thanks.
- Wine too nuanced a taste for you?
- No, it's a,
it's the insult.
- The insult?
- May I?
Take a look at these two.
The wine has been so carefully cultivated,
crafted, blended and aged all to achieve
this particular taste that we are supposed to celebrate.
For 800 bucks a bottle, no less.
- 1200 actually, but go on.
-And you have this beer.
Made well and with care, but not,
as many would say, special.
-And?
-And then I shoot them both in the head.
People see the wine as a tragedy
while the beer, the beer is an afterthought.
I have one glass of beer a day and I savor it.
And there it is on the ground.
Lost.
It's the effect we have on the world that matters.
Whether you're the wine or the beer.
And then to savor what suits us best.
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
- [Wendy] Hello.
- Good morning, sunshine.
- [Wendy] How did you get my home number?
And why are you calling me?
Jesus, you know I'm an evening edition woman, right?
- Get your computer.
- [Wendy] Bossy and rude.
Wait, you wanna do a video conference?
- Just accept.
- Why can't I see you?
- That's not part of the deal.
Post the next batch of terms on the story
printed the day after Catherine went missing.
- You didn't need to see me to tell me that.
- No, but to trust you I need to be able to look you
in the eye.
- Does this mean I get the key?
- The key to what?
- To your apartment.
To this matrix dummy.
I've seen criminal organizations use this method before.
-All in good time.
- You better hurry.
The Chutro cartel is scouring the earth for you.
- Yeah, I expected that.
- So what happens?
Why did you turn?
- I didn't turn.
They killed a woman who needed my help.
We did the Amante job, split up.
The next thing I hear,
so I am responding.
- I love a romantic.
- Just get back to work.
(water splashing)
Who is it?
(tense music)
I know why Anton and Lance are here.
What makes you special?
- Sometimes a kill is a matter of sleight of hand.
- (laughing) I don't follow.
- I'm the distraction while my partner
ﬁnishes the job.
- What does that make me?
- Do you wanna ﬁnd out?
- [Carson] I think you better leave.
(can hissing)
(phone vibrating)
- Sheriff Dreyer.
- [Man] Hello, Alice.
- Bob, is that you?
- [Man] I see that our calls to your husband
have been ineffective.
- Who is this?
- [Man] Alice, this is the Patron.
I know you have found Carson Empman
and have seen the punishment inﬂicted on him.
So why have you not reported anything to this effect?
- I'm sorry but I...
- [Patron] You have one thing to do.
Call Rachel Sovich at the Associated Press,
identify yourself and tell her what you have found.
You understand?
- What will you do if I don't?
- [Patron] (chuckling) Alice, do not risk hell
for a ghost. (beeping)
- What?
Really?
Where?
No fucking way.
Shoots through the ribs.
- (laughing) Very good.
Okay Clarissa, you're up.
- No, me next.
Not yet convinced.
- Okay.
Good luck.
- You'll need it.
- Ready, gentlemen?
- Ready.
- Okay then, go forward.
- Anton.
Anton!
Anton, goddamit!
(laughing)
- Just as I thought.
- Thought what?
- Asshole.
- Right cheek, actually.
- Good work.
Lance, you are paralyzed.
Okay, let's go get some lunch.
- Wait.
I think I ﬁnally ﬁgured you out, Clarissa.
- Lance, do not tell her.
- You wanna be free.
Conﬁnement.
That's your fear.
I wouldn't touch a hair on your head.
We'd wrap you in carpet, duct tape it tight
and give you air and an IV,
shove you in a box and bury you underground.
- Lance, enough!
- You would try to stay calm at ﬁrst.
Then you would panic and ﬁght to move even an inch.
Then you would pass out exhausted
just to wake to the true nightmare of no escape again
and again and again.
- I'll remember that.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Special Agent Sistek.
- Bob, it's Alice.
Both Paul and I have received very disturbing
death threats from an anonymous caller.
Is there anything you can do to track down this guy?
- [Bob] Alice, it's about time you contacted me.
What the hell do you think you're doing out there?
- I don't know.
- [Bob] What's funny is I got a call too.
A source of mine says you found a cartel hitman.
The cartel hitman, is that true?
- I don't know what I found.
(phone vibrating)
John?
- [John] Hey, sorry about before.
Hearing the word Chutro just makes me angry.
- I know.
And I'm sorry.
- [John] I checked up on the hitman for you.
This guy's plan was incredible.
- What was he trying to do?
- [John] He was sharing the ﬁnancial information
of the team that assassinated that mayor Amante.
Reporters have published their names, bank accounts,
routing numbers, transaction IDs.
But in unconnected pieces.
- Did it work?
- [John] No, he didn't provide a key.
- Key, what do you mean?
- [John] The key is how you connect everything.
It's how drug agents communicate anonymously.
Four random words they search for
that returns one page that links it all together.
- What would you use to make the key?
- [John] I think he was using the names of those
in the hit squad.
But he only published three.
Empman, Vitoros and Delacroix.
If someone could ﬁnd that fourth name,
they might be able to ﬁnish what he started.
Just be careful, okay?
- I will.
Thanks for your help.
Four words.
(somber music)
- Fuck him.
- Who was the woman?
- I was married once.
- So you have a heart after all.
- (exhaling) Not anymore.
- [Clarissa] I'm sorry, it's none of my business.
- Her name was Abby.
We were out in the backcountry.
Hunting, we've been drinking.
I was drunk.
My gun went off.
Caught her right in the gut.
I couldn't stop the bleeding.
I left camp.
By the time I got back, it was too late.
Her face all contorted from the pain.
What I wish is,
I wish I would have just gone back,
snuck back in and put a bullet in the back of her head.
She never would have known
and she never would have suffered.
Killing people quickly is the closest thing
to good I know how to do.
(whimpering)
(chaotic music)
(alarm sounding)
(tense music)
Can I help you?
- Yeah, you own this place?
- My uncle does.
- That's funny.
We've been by here a few times
and we've never seen anybody check up on it before.
- Well here I am.
- So we don't think you own this place.
And we need it.
We'd rather not kill you.
Gunshots attract the kind of attention
that we don't need right now.
Look.
We just need a place to lay low for a couple days.
If it's all the same to you,
how about that gun of yours?
(gun ﬁring)
(phone vibrating)
- John, you won't believe what I ﬁgured out.
- [John] Mom, I looked into this some more
and you can be in some trouble.
- He's not looking to expose the hit squad.
He's looking to expose everything.
- [John] I need you to think about your safety.
They could be listening to you right now!
- Every kill he confessed to is related to wine in some way.
He's giving us a map to how the entire system worked.
Distributors, politicians, even goddamn wine reviewers.
- [John] System?
What system?
- The Aguilamonte winery is a gigantic money Iaunderer.
And through the other contract killers,
he's tying together the entire.
Chutro ﬁnancial organization.
- [John] Mom, stop.
I need you to be quiet and forget everything
you just said.
- John, this is huge, I,
- [John] Mom!
Didn't you hear about what happened
to those newspaper reporters that Empman was working with?
- No, I didn't.
- [John] You don't know how bad these people are.
(phone ringing)
- [Woman] Washington Herald.
- Hey, Wendy Ludlow please.
- [Woman] Oh Jesus.
- Ma'am is everything all right?
- [Woman] She's, Miss Ludlow is missing.
- What are you talking about?
- [Woman] Are you the man she was working with?
- Where's Wendy?
- [Woman] They told me to read you this.
Carson, give up if you want to save her life.
Orwait and have both of you suffer.
- Oh shit.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] This is a police recording.
If you have information
on the whereabouts of Mitch Verplank,
please contact the Dallas F...
(phone ringing)
- [Man] Sacramento Trmes.
- Manuel Cortez please.
- [Bob] This is Special Agent Sistek.
Who am I speaking with, please?
- I need to speak with Manuel Cortez now.
- [Bob] So, you must be Carson.
Looks like the Patron got ahead of your game.
- Is he alive?
- [Bob] That's very hard to say.
This newspaper received a video this morning
showing staff reporter Manuel Cortez
being wrapped in cowhide and strung up over a ﬁre.
You spoke with this man yesterday, correct?
- Yes.
- [Bob] Well the video continued to show.
Mr. Cortez being roasted alive for over three hours.
I think it's about time for you to help us out.
(tense music)
- What are they doing with him?
- [Lance] It's one of our lab rats.
- I thought the serum was ﬁnished.
- They want to get the dosage right.
- Who is he?
- Someone who didn't successfully curry
the Patron's favor, I would guess.
Tell me about you and Clarissa.
- Has your sixth sense ﬁgured me out yet?
- Not yet, but soon.
Has Sergio given you his pitch yet?
- Pitch? No.
- I imagine that you'll accept.
You have a talent for suffering I think
that you've yet to appreciate.
It was years ago, there was a method I heard of
that I thought was quite brilliant.
Takesjust one bullet.
You hit a precise spot in the abdomen.
Severs the intercostal nen/e.
It's excruciating pain, a slow bleed out.
But the mastery was in the performance.
You staged it as an accident.
You told her you were gonna go get help
but you gave her hope so that she would endure
for as long as possible, as long as her strength
would hold out.
Then you came back at the last moment
just to laugh at her before she dies.
Suffering is such a complex emotion.
There's so many shapes, colors.
It's beautiful really.
You should embrace this talent of yours.
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- [Woman] Ofﬁce of the mayor.
- Margaret Amante please.
- [Woman] May I ask who's calling?
- I am the man who murdered her husband.
- [Woman] It's him.
- Connect me in 30 seconds.
If she wants me caught, I only speak to her.
- [Woman] She will speak to you.
Call back in 15 minutes.
- Exactly 15.
(tense music)
- Your radios and cellphones for tomorrow.
All ready, my friends.
Carson, please, sit.
We have one more piece of business to discuss.
I have made an offer to the rest of the team
and they have all accepted.
I'm about to make the same offer to you.
- Another job like this?
I don't think so.
- Not a job, my friend, a career.
Your contract rate would increase
to one million dollars per assignment.
Complete four jobs in a year
and you receive a four million dollar bonus.
- What changes?
- A certain degree of.
- Torture?
- Penance.
That was the word that I was looking for.
And don't worry, my friend.
We can offer you all the training you need.
We need good men like you, Carson.
Consider it.
- Do not miss out on this opportunity, Carson.
The Patron would be most grateful.
- You get to be my understudy.
- I don't torture people.
- (laughing) You'd learn to like it.
- You still don't know, do you?
- Oh I think I'm getting close.
- How about I just tell you?
I'd hate for you to get it wrong.
Take me somewhere remote where I may never be found.
Slice off my ﬁngertips, peel the skin
off of my tattoos.
Pour acid on my face, burning out my eyes.
Leave me completely unrecognizable.
Then rip out my teeth and tear out my tongue
and as I died, I know that even when I was found
they would never know who I was.
I would leave no legacy
except my own excruciating hell.
- Strange how someone that prizes anonymity
would fear that of all things.
- Yes.
Strange.
I'll think about it.
(tense music)
I am beginning to believe that I will not succeed.
Whoever you are, share this letter with the world.
They will want to know.
Just put the following words in sequence
in whatever you say.
Do that and the cartel will fall.
- Who is Clarissa, Carson?
(phone vibrating)
- [Patron] Hello, Alice.
- Hello, Patron.
- [Patron] You have not made the call to Mrs. Sovich.
- No.
- [Patron] Why you make such a mistake?
- Because you want the world to know
what you'll do to anyone who gets in yourway.
- [Patron] Alice, I know how hard it was
for you to see your son in prison three years.
But he knew that whatever he faced inside
was nothing compared to the price of betrayal.
Do you wish for him to suffer now because of you?
- Okay Patron, I understand.
I understand completely.
I'll call Sovich right now.
- [Patron] Because we can take him
from his garage in Olympia whenever we want.
Do you understand?
- Yes, goddamit, I understand.
- [Patron] Don't make me come for you.
- They won't turn me into a monster.
- That's why they brought you here.
Well what now?
- I'll do the job and disappear.
- They'll ﬁnd you.
Let's leave.
Now.
I wanna be done with the cartel.
- Good luck tomorrow.
- Goddamn you.
(somber music)
(phone ringing)
- [Woman] Is this a prank?
- Hello, Margaret, no it is not.
- [Margaret] Then why are you calling me?
- To give you vengeance.
- [Margaret] I don't,
I don't want vengeance.
- I am sorry but I need you.
I had four reporters that were gonna do yourjob.
- [Margaret] Do you know what is happening to them?
They are being tortured every day until you are found.
- Yes.
Yes I do.
And we can help them.
- [Margaret] Tell me how.
(phone ringing)
- [Bob] Alice, what you got for me?
- They're threatening my son.
I need you to send someone to his garage to protect him.
- [Bob] Try and calm down.
Who's threatening him?
- The Chutro drug cartel.
- [Bob] All right, listen carefully, Alice.
If you want this job in San Francisco,
you hang up and do what they asked you to do.
- I am begging you Bob, please.
Protect my son.
- [Bob] All right, we have men on the way.
- To watch my son?
- [Bob] To you, Alice.
Now do what the Patron asks.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] Associated Press.
- Rachel Sovich please.
- [Margaret] Ifl do nothing, you're dead anyway.
What could I possibly give to you
that is in my interest?
- A public announcement.
- [Margaret] Go on.
- I want to destroy Chutro.
But to do that I need a war
between all the cartels.
If they all have access to the same information
at the same time, they will all go after Chutro at once.
Anything short of that means nothing will happen.
- [Margaret] What do you need me to do?
- You will announce that the man who murdered your husband
is giving himself up.
- [Margaret] He is?
- Schedule a press conference, get on the ﬁve o'clock news,
put the microphone up to the speaker
and I will give everything up.
- [Margaret] Five p.m. tonight.
Paciﬁc time.
Call me then.
- Thank you, Margaret.
- [Rachel] I've been anxiously awaiting your call,
Sheriff Dreyer.
This will be headline news across the country tomorrow.
You are going to be famous.
-Are you working with him, the Patron?
- [Rachel] I'm just doing my job, Sheriff.
So I hear you have some gory details for me.
Tell me about the body.
- Got what appears to be a homicide.
Male victim, deceased a few days.
Fingertips, patches of skin and the scalp have been removed.
- [Rachel] Now I have sources that indicate
a letter was found?
- You are working with them, you little shit.
Yes, I found a letter.
- [Rachel] So, did he really suffer all that
just for a woman?
- The woman.
(phone ringing)
John, don't hang up.
The hit on Amante, there was a woman on the team.
Who was she?
- [John] Mom, no one knows.
- This was a big target.
They would have used their best people.
Any idea who she could be?
- [John] The cartel hires dozens of contract killers,
men and women.
- Anyone named Clarissa?
- So you agreed to the deal?
- Never had much of a choice now, did we?
- You could have said no.
- I don't know what kind of life you've lived,
but all my choices have been either to live a nightmare
or be the nightmare.
Either way, the nightmare just keeps getting worse.
But shit, it don't even matter then now.
Probably won't live long enough
for it to be an issue.
- What does that mean?
- I mean you and Clarissa.
Man, how could you be so stupid?
- That is over.
We're through.
- We're a team, man.
We're family.
We succeed together, we betray together.
- Betray?
Who did I betray?
- Well at least Clarissa would suffer just as bad, huh?
Or maybe even worse.
What, I guess you're just gonna hope
she keeps her mouth shut?
- Anton, what the fuck are you talking about?
- Your little affair
was with Clarissa Annabelle Chutro.
She's the new Patron's wife.
- Perhaps I had it wrong.
Perhaps I'm writing to someone else entirely.
Maybe the person holding this letter
is the one sent to torture me.
Maybe you were too late.
Together with Margaret Amante we will show the world
how to take down Chutro and the Patron.
And my penance will be complete.
(phone vibrating)
(phone ringing)
- John, one more thing.
- [John] No mom, stop trying to ﬁgure this out.
Just let it be.
- There was going to be a press conference
and Empman was calling in.
Amante's wife Margaret was putting it on.
- [John] No, there wasn't.
- Empman was going to admit to everything.
Why was it cancelled?
- [John] Mom, there never was gonna be a press conference.
She set that up to track his cellphone.
Looked like it worked.
(tense music)
- Yeah.
On it.
You are welcome at any time.
- I'm just saying I think that we could try
and reschedule the one meeting.
- Well, can we just,
for this one can we just keep the questions
to half an hour?
- You're declaring that you will end
bribery and corruption in the city.
There are going to be a lot of questions.
- I'm just really nervous.
- Well, you're gonna piss off
some very dangerous people.
- Excuse me sir, may I help you?
- He's coming down the steps.
20 seconds.
- I need that script.
Ifl say too little, this thing can blow up.
And if I say too much of the wrong thing,
I can go to prison.
- Or worse.
(phone vibrating)
(alarm sounding)
(beeping)
(alarm sounding)
- Sweety, you will be ﬁne.
Short concise answers.
- 10 seconds, keep going.
- Sir, you're going to have to leave.
- Don't overexplain.
- Five seconds, get ready.
- This is my last warning!
- Just try and stick to the talking points
that we discussed.
- Do it now.
Do it now, make a count.
- That's it, out!
- Excuse me.
- What is she doing?
(clanking)
- Just let the staff handle it.
- That's the problem.
We can't have headlines of a,
of a beating on,
- Morgan, are you all right?
- He's all yours.
(alarm sounding)
- Hello, Carson.
- It hurts.
- Morgan?
Somebody help me.
- I'm a Doctor, what's wrong?
- Stop right there.
- Look, I'm from St. Michaels.
And somebody call 911.
- Let him through.
- Is he gonna be all right?
- I don't know, dammit.
It could be an obstruction.
The Patron says, hello, Mayor.
And he thanks you for your betrayal.
(sirens sounding)
And in return, your family will now watch
as you suffer the most exquisite death.
Welcome to hell.
(phone ringing)
- [Patron] Carson, my amigo.
- Hello, Patron.
They told me you were dead.
That you'd been tortured.
- Yeah, that was my doing.
I let the Patron believe that you loved me
so he wanted you dead.
So I convinced him to let me set the trap with Sergio.
- So you wanted me dead.
- I hadn't decided yet.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm the distraction.
(gun ﬁring)
- [Lance] I've waited a long time for this, Carson.
- [Patron] As you now realize, this was all for you.
You now are a monster like us.
I will call on you again soon, compadre.
- You've been injected with a paralytic serum
with a careful dose of acid.
And you shall die in the next eight hours.
But do not worry.
We found a replacement for you.
Someone to keep things just the way they were.
That should stabilize him.
And where's that damn ambulance?
- You were so close, weren't you?
You ready?
(phone ringing)
- [Bob] Congratulations, Alice.
You completed your ﬁst assignment.
You just let the world know what happens
when you try to cross the Patron.
And for a moment I think you had it in you
to follow orders.
- So was that enough for you?
- [Bob] Yes.
Thanks Alice, you've done enough.
I look forward to having you down here on the team.
- Go to hell.
- [Lance] Clarissa, step aside.
- Does this scare you, Lance?
- And why would it?
- Because this sure as hell isn't my worst fear.
(dramatic music)
- Your turn, Lance.
- [Carson] If you are reading this then I'm dead.
You must ﬁnish what I've started.
With the information provided here
you now possess the map to seven hundred million dollars
of the Chutro cartel's assets.
Use it to destroy them.
Do whatever's necessary.
I'm counting on you.
If you fail me, then know even in my death
that a ghost will soon pay you a visit.
(phone vibrating)
- Sheriff Dreyer.
- [Patron] Alice, you were just in time.
- Will my son be left alone?
- [Patron] Well, for now.
But we will keep an eye on him.
Now I wonder why you took such risks for a dead man.
Perhaps you will tell me when you are
in San Francisco.
- Perhaps not.
I might not have what it takes.
- [Patron] Then until we meet again, Sheriff Dreyer.
- Patron.
(tense music)
(somber music)