Cleaners (2013) s02e07 Episode Script
Welcome Home, Sally
1 Previously on Cleaners This is where we find our cold-blooded killer? His name is Carlos.
He and his wife, Sally, used to be the most crack husband-and-wife unit in the game.
Then one day, Sally was killed by a drunk driving cop.
Carlos went ballistic.
You all right? Carlos sees his dead wife under a heavy cloud of delusion.
She's alive.
Oh, it's good to see you again, Mother.
I'm out of here.
I am done.
That's right.
You're all done.
I'm free! Ah! Sayonara, bitch.
I want El Mariposa dead.
I want his head, and you're gonna bring it to me.
Marcus has injected you both with an explosive nanobot device that will cause your heart to stop.
There is an antidote which corrupts the device.
Kill El Mariposa and it's yours, you walk away.
Why'd you run away from the Walkers? There might've been a boy.
Joshua.
He was also a Walker recruit.
Before she died, Mia was able to describe one aspect of the man who took her life.
A tattoo.
El Mariposa, the butterfly.
Trust me, I think it's me you want to be dancing with.
Joshua? El Mariposa? That's right.
I am the drug lord.
That clown works for me.
S02E07 - "Welcome home, Sally" A lowly drug dealer.
That's what you've become? You disgust me.
I know I've changed, Veronica.
But what did you become, my little butterfly? Mother Teresa? Because I don't remember her holding a gun at somebody's head with the express purpose of killing them.
Wow, an FBI agent, a drug lord.
You really know how to pick them, V.
Yup.
It seems like Cupid's got a real hard-on for me.
Hm.
Well, why don't you shoot him? Get a little payback.
Not to mention our lives back.
Who sent you? Marcus and Isabelle Walker.
You killed their daughter and my sister Mia, and now you are gonna die.
Little Mia was a Walker? Who would have thought such a loose unit could come from such uptight parents.
Like a dog returning to its vomit, Veronica.
Working once again for the people that you hated and ran away from, for me.
And here we are.
The person you fell in love with.
It all seems so symmetrical.
You were the first person I fell in love with.
But I was just a naive little girl.
Uh-uh.
You looking for this? You see, I took it while we were dancing.
Marcus taught me that sleight of hand himself.
You would've known what I was doing had you returned to class.
Such a waste.
Hm.
I guess I was at that class after all.
Well, then, ladies Once again, let's dance.
Our blood doesn't clot.
We gotta end this or you're not gonna make it.
Veronica! I think you're more of a caterpillar.
Roxie.
I'll tell Marcus that we did it and get the antidote.
Stay here.
We did it, Rox.
We're gonna be okay.
We'll get the antidote.
Get you fixed up and get out of here.
Wherever you wanna go, okay? Italy.
Yeah, Italy.
Where the only thing hung better than the art is the-- Veronica! Stay here, Rox.
I'll be right back.
Where else am I gonna go? Matilda? She's dead.
She's dead.
Oh, my God.
No.
No.
No.
Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus? Marcus! Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus.
The antidote.
The antidote.
Where is it? Please.
El Mariposa? He's dead, Marcus.
Mia's been avenged.
Now please! No, no! Marcus.
Marcus, please! The antidote! Where the hell is it? It's safe.
Safe.
Best time.
You always were the brightest.
Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus! No! Mm.
Rox! No.
Roxie! Roxie! Roxie! Come on! Damn it! Ugh! Roxie, I'm coming to get you.
Shit! What's going on? The antidote.
Where the hell is it? It's safe.
Safe.
In a safe.
Where is it? Where is it? There's a safe.
Code.
Matilda! Matilda! - What? - Matilda, when's your birthday? October 19th, 1993.
Damn it! Okay, what's Isabelle's birthday? I'm not sure.
When's Marcus' birthday? September 27, 1944.
I think.
Damn it! What about yours? He doesn't know my birthday.
I don't know my birthday.
Is there anything else he might've associated with you? It won't be me.
Why not? Marcus always talked about you.
Even when you left.
You were their golden girl.
The brightest.
Best time.
You always were the brightest.
The kill house.
I remember your kill time here.
You had the best time.
1:22:09.
One Two, two Zero, nine.
Please.
Please.
Oh! Yes.
Oh! Welcome home, Sally.
J.
R.
! J.
R.
! Shit.
Where the hell is he? What's the password? You're a dickhead? Close enough.
Holy shit! Last time I did that I almost blew my head off.
Good timing, Clarence.
I just popped my first cerveza.
First since when? First since the last one, I guess.
Are you sure it's a good idea to be on a tear right before takeoff? Oh.
I guess you haven't heard.
I haven't heard what? The local weather service has issued a hurricane warning for the Caribbean.
This super storm is expected to be a category three hurricane with winds up to 200 miles per hour Shh.
Señor.
Shh.
Señor.
Señor, shh.
Slowly.
Slowly.
What happened? "What happened?" Oh.
Listen.
Shoot you.
Pew, pew.
Ah! Uh-huh? Jesus, my boss.
Saved your life.
Right? First, thank you, thank you.
Uh, but I have to get out of here.
Where's the airport? Donde esta aeropuerto? Aeropuerto.
No, no, no.
The storm came soon.
Uh, vámonos.
No, you stay here.
Father Brooks came back soon.
Understand? And help you.
Father Brooks is not coming back.
Listen, if Phillips finds us here, we're in danger.
It's dangerous.
Shh.
Sleep.
Disappointed? No.
Disappointed is finding out that your ex-wife is taking up threesomes after the divorce.
Disgusted is what I am.
That seems a bit strong.
Not from where I'm standing.
I hired you because you push the envelope.
I appreciate that.
I have seen you land on a glacier in the middle of a blizzard.
That is true.
Hell, you've put down on the 405 in the middle of rush hour! The carpool lane, if I remember correctly.
Yes! So since when do you give a shit about weather reports? Well, since they started including the phrase "hurricane-strength winds," combined with "severe loss of life" and "batten down the hatches.
" That really makes my ears perk up.
I don't believe it.
Well, see for yourself.
Now, I know you don't hablas much español, but even you can tell that there is one grade-A meteorological shit show heading our way.
Believe me, heh, the only thing worse than being stuck out there is being stuck out there in that.
Afraid we're planted here on terra firma for a few days, boss.
That's just great! And what am I supposed to do with sleeping beauty until then? Well, you're welcome to camp out here with me.
I got muchascervezas.
You ever hear of Airbnb? They have really great last-minute specials.
Dinner was delicious, Mama.
That new chef's gonna work just fine.
I can trouble you later? Absolutely.
Bye, darling.
Come.
I hear there's a big storm coming.
A good night to be home in bed.
Yeah, speak for yourself.
You always travel in a pack? I believe in safety in numbers.
The good book tells us that paradise is never without its predators.
Don't I know it.
Can I buy you a drink? I can buy my own.
Thanks, Slick.
Besides, I make it a rule never to accept drinks from strangers.
Where are my manners? My name is Julio.
And you are? Old enough to know better.
Eileen.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Eileen.
See, it wasn't so hard.
No longer strangers.
So, what'll it be? Um, vodka martini.
For the nerves.
One vodka martini for the nerves, for the pretty lady, and the regular for me, Juan.
Of course, Señor Julio.
So are you in town for long? Well, longer than I'd hoped.
I was meant to leave on the red-eye tonight, but it was canceled because of the goddamn hurricane.
Yeah, well, they often over-dramatize those things.
But still there are worse places to be stuck than in paradise.
Depends on your definition of paradise, player.
Isn't there something comforting in knowing that no one can come or go for a few days? Kind of intimate, no? Are you staying in the hotel? I haven't decided.
I'm keeping my options open.
I know the owner and can get you a great deal.
He's very charismatic, incredibly tanned, roguishly handsome, a devastating smile.
Come to think of it, there is something I'm looking for that maybe this owner could help me with.
He's all ears.
I'm looking for some men.
How much for the whole wolf pack?
He and his wife, Sally, used to be the most crack husband-and-wife unit in the game.
Then one day, Sally was killed by a drunk driving cop.
Carlos went ballistic.
You all right? Carlos sees his dead wife under a heavy cloud of delusion.
She's alive.
Oh, it's good to see you again, Mother.
I'm out of here.
I am done.
That's right.
You're all done.
I'm free! Ah! Sayonara, bitch.
I want El Mariposa dead.
I want his head, and you're gonna bring it to me.
Marcus has injected you both with an explosive nanobot device that will cause your heart to stop.
There is an antidote which corrupts the device.
Kill El Mariposa and it's yours, you walk away.
Why'd you run away from the Walkers? There might've been a boy.
Joshua.
He was also a Walker recruit.
Before she died, Mia was able to describe one aspect of the man who took her life.
A tattoo.
El Mariposa, the butterfly.
Trust me, I think it's me you want to be dancing with.
Joshua? El Mariposa? That's right.
I am the drug lord.
That clown works for me.
S02E07 - "Welcome home, Sally" A lowly drug dealer.
That's what you've become? You disgust me.
I know I've changed, Veronica.
But what did you become, my little butterfly? Mother Teresa? Because I don't remember her holding a gun at somebody's head with the express purpose of killing them.
Wow, an FBI agent, a drug lord.
You really know how to pick them, V.
Yup.
It seems like Cupid's got a real hard-on for me.
Hm.
Well, why don't you shoot him? Get a little payback.
Not to mention our lives back.
Who sent you? Marcus and Isabelle Walker.
You killed their daughter and my sister Mia, and now you are gonna die.
Little Mia was a Walker? Who would have thought such a loose unit could come from such uptight parents.
Like a dog returning to its vomit, Veronica.
Working once again for the people that you hated and ran away from, for me.
And here we are.
The person you fell in love with.
It all seems so symmetrical.
You were the first person I fell in love with.
But I was just a naive little girl.
Uh-uh.
You looking for this? You see, I took it while we were dancing.
Marcus taught me that sleight of hand himself.
You would've known what I was doing had you returned to class.
Such a waste.
Hm.
I guess I was at that class after all.
Well, then, ladies Once again, let's dance.
Our blood doesn't clot.
We gotta end this or you're not gonna make it.
Veronica! I think you're more of a caterpillar.
Roxie.
I'll tell Marcus that we did it and get the antidote.
Stay here.
We did it, Rox.
We're gonna be okay.
We'll get the antidote.
Get you fixed up and get out of here.
Wherever you wanna go, okay? Italy.
Yeah, Italy.
Where the only thing hung better than the art is the-- Veronica! Stay here, Rox.
I'll be right back.
Where else am I gonna go? Matilda? She's dead.
She's dead.
Oh, my God.
No.
No.
No.
Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus? Marcus! Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus.
The antidote.
The antidote.
Where is it? Please.
El Mariposa? He's dead, Marcus.
Mia's been avenged.
Now please! No, no! Marcus.
Marcus, please! The antidote! Where the hell is it? It's safe.
Safe.
Best time.
You always were the brightest.
Marcus.
Marcus.
Marcus! No! Mm.
Rox! No.
Roxie! Roxie! Roxie! Come on! Damn it! Ugh! Roxie, I'm coming to get you.
Shit! What's going on? The antidote.
Where the hell is it? It's safe.
Safe.
In a safe.
Where is it? Where is it? There's a safe.
Code.
Matilda! Matilda! - What? - Matilda, when's your birthday? October 19th, 1993.
Damn it! Okay, what's Isabelle's birthday? I'm not sure.
When's Marcus' birthday? September 27, 1944.
I think.
Damn it! What about yours? He doesn't know my birthday.
I don't know my birthday.
Is there anything else he might've associated with you? It won't be me.
Why not? Marcus always talked about you.
Even when you left.
You were their golden girl.
The brightest.
Best time.
You always were the brightest.
The kill house.
I remember your kill time here.
You had the best time.
1:22:09.
One Two, two Zero, nine.
Please.
Please.
Oh! Yes.
Oh! Welcome home, Sally.
J.
R.
! J.
R.
! Shit.
Where the hell is he? What's the password? You're a dickhead? Close enough.
Holy shit! Last time I did that I almost blew my head off.
Good timing, Clarence.
I just popped my first cerveza.
First since when? First since the last one, I guess.
Are you sure it's a good idea to be on a tear right before takeoff? Oh.
I guess you haven't heard.
I haven't heard what? The local weather service has issued a hurricane warning for the Caribbean.
This super storm is expected to be a category three hurricane with winds up to 200 miles per hour Shh.
Señor.
Shh.
Señor.
Señor, shh.
Slowly.
Slowly.
What happened? "What happened?" Oh.
Listen.
Shoot you.
Pew, pew.
Ah! Uh-huh? Jesus, my boss.
Saved your life.
Right? First, thank you, thank you.
Uh, but I have to get out of here.
Where's the airport? Donde esta aeropuerto? Aeropuerto.
No, no, no.
The storm came soon.
Uh, vámonos.
No, you stay here.
Father Brooks came back soon.
Understand? And help you.
Father Brooks is not coming back.
Listen, if Phillips finds us here, we're in danger.
It's dangerous.
Shh.
Sleep.
Disappointed? No.
Disappointed is finding out that your ex-wife is taking up threesomes after the divorce.
Disgusted is what I am.
That seems a bit strong.
Not from where I'm standing.
I hired you because you push the envelope.
I appreciate that.
I have seen you land on a glacier in the middle of a blizzard.
That is true.
Hell, you've put down on the 405 in the middle of rush hour! The carpool lane, if I remember correctly.
Yes! So since when do you give a shit about weather reports? Well, since they started including the phrase "hurricane-strength winds," combined with "severe loss of life" and "batten down the hatches.
" That really makes my ears perk up.
I don't believe it.
Well, see for yourself.
Now, I know you don't hablas much español, but even you can tell that there is one grade-A meteorological shit show heading our way.
Believe me, heh, the only thing worse than being stuck out there is being stuck out there in that.
Afraid we're planted here on terra firma for a few days, boss.
That's just great! And what am I supposed to do with sleeping beauty until then? Well, you're welcome to camp out here with me.
I got muchascervezas.
You ever hear of Airbnb? They have really great last-minute specials.
Dinner was delicious, Mama.
That new chef's gonna work just fine.
I can trouble you later? Absolutely.
Bye, darling.
Come.
I hear there's a big storm coming.
A good night to be home in bed.
Yeah, speak for yourself.
You always travel in a pack? I believe in safety in numbers.
The good book tells us that paradise is never without its predators.
Don't I know it.
Can I buy you a drink? I can buy my own.
Thanks, Slick.
Besides, I make it a rule never to accept drinks from strangers.
Where are my manners? My name is Julio.
And you are? Old enough to know better.
Eileen.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Eileen.
See, it wasn't so hard.
No longer strangers.
So, what'll it be? Um, vodka martini.
For the nerves.
One vodka martini for the nerves, for the pretty lady, and the regular for me, Juan.
Of course, Señor Julio.
So are you in town for long? Well, longer than I'd hoped.
I was meant to leave on the red-eye tonight, but it was canceled because of the goddamn hurricane.
Yeah, well, they often over-dramatize those things.
But still there are worse places to be stuck than in paradise.
Depends on your definition of paradise, player.
Isn't there something comforting in knowing that no one can come or go for a few days? Kind of intimate, no? Are you staying in the hotel? I haven't decided.
I'm keeping my options open.
I know the owner and can get you a great deal.
He's very charismatic, incredibly tanned, roguishly handsome, a devastating smile.
Come to think of it, there is something I'm looking for that maybe this owner could help me with.
He's all ears.
I'm looking for some men.
How much for the whole wolf pack?