Duster (2025) s01e05 Episode Script

1
Did Rosemary say what this is?
Just what I told you:
to haul ass for an emergency confab.
Parley between branches?
It sounded like something
we haven't been privy to.
Either that or somebody's
forgotten protocols and purviews.
Oh, don't squirt your shorts, Sully.
When your bureau boys shit the bed,
we'll be there to mop up.
Send the bill to Langley.
Yeah.
You're doing a great job in Vietnam.
Fuck you very much.
Sir, we came as soon as we could.
Gentlemen…
we've got a big fucking problem.
Precious fucking cargo.
One of a kind,
built by the most paranoid,
batshit billionaire genius in the world,
and you let it get jacked.
- Sax, listen…
- It wasn't just a priceless car.
It was a fucking payment
for the Russian deal.
From Howard fucking Hughes.
Do you have any idea
- how much that ride was worth?
- A lot.
No shit, motherfucker!
That was rhetorical.
There are mistakes, Agent Hayes.
And then there are
patterns of dereliction.
I'm away two weeks,
and this office goes to shit.
Agent Abbott says
you've been defying directives
from him and more experienced agents.
Entering a medical facility without
proper authorization, and for what?
To harass a former respected bureau
standout like Breen, who's now dead?
I was following a solid lead.
Did I say you could speak?
No, sir. You did not.
So you had your dick in your hand
while my boy was being molly-whopped
by some vacuum slingers.
You better thank your sweet fucking
baby Jesus that my boy is all right.
I could have lost him
and a million-dollar car.
A million dollars.
You were directly advised
to stay away from Breen,
that he'd gone off the rails…
Ezra Saxton is planning
something with the Russians.
It's big.
You want inside access into Snowbird?
Well, I'm within reach of that, sir.
Inches away.
How many inches?
- Sir, that's…
- That better be less
than three fucking inches!
Two inches, sir.
What I've got planned can work. I know it.
Forty-eight hours is all I'm asking, sir.
Do you speak Russian?
Because my interpreter just got arrested
for fucking tax fraud.
Just get out! Get out! You're done.
Sax, listen, I can help.
I don't need another
goddamn thing from you.
Get the fuck out of my house.
You are finished here.
Ooh-whee!
You could hear that ass whooping
all the way in the Grand Canyon!
Shut the fuck up!
This Fourth of July holiday
is an appropriate time for every American
to reflect on the deeper meaning
of the momentous events in Philadelphia.
One hundred and ninety-six
years ago, today,
John Adams summed up that meaning
in a letter to his wife.
He wrote, "I am well aware
of the toil and blood and treasure
that it will cost us
to maintain this declaration.
Yet, through all the gloom, I can see
the rays of ravishing light and glory.
I can see that the end
is more than worth all the means."
It's over.
I got fired, Baltimore, I'm out.
Well, get your ass back in.
I promised my boss results
within 48 hours.
I've got a whole plan
with the Russian interpreter…
You can kiss that plan goodbye.
'Cause his interpreter
just got picked up for tax fraud.
Yeah, I know. I made that happen.
What are you, the fucking IRS now?
Why get him arrested?
I'm gonna be Saxton's new interpreter.
Get the fuck out of here.
Like you speak Russian.
How the fuck
do you speak Russian?
My mother is a comparative lit professor
at Morgan State.
She specializes in Southern
Gothic Americana and Slavic studies.
I grew up with Zora Neale Hurston
books piled on the kitchen table
beside Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy.
Learned how to read and speak
Russian and German,
so I need you to get me in.
How am I supposed to vouch for you
if Sax won't even talk to me?
What about your father?
If Saxton trusts him, maybe he could help.
You want me to ask my pop
to shill for you?
Sax is his oldest friend.
And he doesn't know
what we know about Joey.
Well, maybe it's time you tell him.
My old man's had enough heartbreak.
I ain't telling him till I know for sure.
It's our only play.
I have two days to move
fucking mountains in this case.
So either you get your father to help,
or we're both fucked.
Assuming Jim gets him to flip,
you think his dad can help?
Yeah, Wade Ellis was
Saxton's consigliere for years.
- Consigliere?
- Yeah, like Tom Hagen to Vito Corleone.
Wait, I don't…
- You haven't seen The Godfather?
- No.
You're a federal agent,
and you haven't seen The Godfather?
- Nina, I'm messing with you.
- Thank fucking God.
- I saw it five times.
- Thought I'd have to find a new partner.
- Heard Braddock came down on you hard.
- Nothing I can't handle.
We'll see.
Good morning. Hey, no pressure.
But I saw that you still
haven't signed up for the ISOBL.
Intra-office softball league.
Our Phoenix office is playing
the Yuma office next week.
Yeah, baseball is not really my thing.
It's softball, and it is super fun,
and it'd be really nice
to have some ladies sign up.
Right now it's just me
and Louella from accounting.
And she cannot catch a ball
to save her life.
- I'll think about it.
- Splendid.
Oh, Agent Tolliver has the analysis
of Breen's medication.
He's in the conference room.
Max! Finally. Great.
Thanks.
Loads of fun and fresh air guaranteed.
You're saying the hospital
was giving him LSD?
- They were dosing Breen with acid?
- In high dosage, too.
Is there any possible
therapeutic reasoning for that?
None that I can find.
But certainly it would have put him
in a constant fugue state.
To make him seem batshit crazy.
Not the medical term I would use,
but it looks that way.
Hayes, I wish you'd take my advice.
I can't let this case go.
I think we're onto something big.
That's what worries me.
Whoever did this to Breen,
I'd hate to see them do it to you.
So?
Clyde says half the patients
at Kirkbridge are provided meds
from outside physicians, including Breen,
which means that it was a doctor
outside the hospital dosing him.
Who was the doctor?
The name on file was Dr. Ben Visili.
Let's go.
A certain something
has gone missing.
It needs to be tracked down…
post-haste and pre-catastrophe.
Intriguing.
Had a meeting this morning
with Sullivan…
and a third party.
How high up?
Let's just say it was in a room
that's "oval in shape."
Well, shit.
So tell me…
what's gone missing?
This is the address
for Dr. Ben Visili?
This is weird.
Ben Visili.
Vis…
Vis… Visi…
Ben Vis…
Visi-ben, Vis…
It's an anagram.
The letters. Look, they spell invisible.
Breen wasn't crazy.
Whatever is going on here
involves the FBI and CIA,
the Russians, and Howard Hughes…
and Saxton and Joey and Xavier.
And whatever the hell it is,
it's a coordinated effort.
Nixon says emphatically
that the White House is in no way involved
in the burglary and bugging
of the Democratic headquarters.
And he'll have no further comment
on that matter.
Mr. Nixon…
Charlotte got you dressing up cars now?
Ah, she wants us to enter
the Freedom Parade.
But goddamn sticky tape
won't fucking stick.
Freedom Parade?
Ah, it's a Legion thing, for vets.
Maybe Sax will come along for a ride, too.
Well, don't just stand there, boy.
Help me make it look more festive.
Pops, I need to talk to you
about something.
About Joey.
I've been trying to get a line
on what happened that night.
It led me somewhere I don't like.
Say it plain, boy.
It looks like it was a hit after all.
Who arranged it?
I think it was Sax.
Look, I know what you're gonna say,
but it all points his way.
That C-4, Paris Gilford sold it to Sax.
There's no way.
Why would… He had no reason to kill him.
I don't know. Maybe Joey found out
something Sax didn't like.
But I talked to Paris myself.
I don't care!
You got it all twisted.
It's that fucking fed.
She's playing you, Jimmy.
She's all up in your head.
No, Pop. She's on to something.
I don't know where it goes,
but Joey was a part of it.
She's getting closer. She just…
She needs our help getting in with Sax.
"Our help." You're fucking crazy.
I'd do it myself,
but Sax cut me loose this morning.
- Cut you loose? What the hell for?
- It doesn't matter.
I'm asking you to go see him.
Tell him I mentioned him
needing a Russian interpreter.
Tell him you got someone to recommend.
Ezra Saxton dragged my sorry bleeding ass
through six miles of mud, shit,
mortars and hellfire, Jimmy…
You think I want to be accusing Sax…
He's family!
He'd never hurt my son.
You tell that fucking fed bitch
to go to hell.
You said yourself we gotta
find out what happened.
Well, I found a thread, and I'm gonna
keep pulling till I unravel this thing.
Joey deserved better.
He deserves the truth.
I'm asking you to do this for him.
I can't fucking look at you.
Whatever Breen knew, they went
to crazy lengths to keep him quiet.
And who are they?
And why would Breen help cover up
what happened to Joey Ellis?
- Maybe he was working for them.
- For who?
I don't know. Um, Xavier?
White Heat
lookin' for Top Dog, come back.
- Copy. Go ahead, White Heat.
- The old man didn't go for it.
The Hail Mary was a bust,
and so is your plan. Over.
That's not good enough. Over.
I'm all out of moves.
If something comes up, you'll know.
Till then, I'm over and out.
Now what?
If Ellis can't fix this,
I'll do it myself.
And the more I talk
to the other women drivers,
the more I'm seeing
how fucked the system is.
Ain't that the truth?
So we are talking about what to do next.
Hey, what's up with you?
- Hey, Uncle Jim.
- Hey.
You coming to Theresa's barbecue tonight?
Mija, David's coming tonight.
I know, but Uncle Jim can come, too.
- It's just down the block.
- Well, I'm sure he's really busy.
Actually, I suddenly got some time.
How about I bring some fireworks?
Sparklers and bottle rockets?
- Sure.
- Hold on now.
M-80s, cherry bombs, air bombs.
If it's big and loud and goes bang,
we're setting it off tonight.
All right!
There's nobody I'd rather
watch fireworks with more.
Wade Ellis. I'm Agent Nina Hayes.
I've been working with your son.
- He shouldn't have sent you.
- Jim doesn't know I'm here.
- Wade, who is it?
- I got it.
Look, unless you got a warrant,
I suggest you leave.
You don't know me, but I know Ezra Saxton.
From his old days in Philly.
I watched him rip my family apart.
The same way he did yours.
Saxton would never hurt my family.
My father thought the same thing.
But you don't get to where Saxton is
without leaving a trail of bodies,
rivals, partners, even old friends,
like my father was.
They were close.
Until my father told Saxton he wanted
out of their business arrangement.
Saxton didn't like that.
He made threats, but my father
wouldn't back down.
So Saxton killed him.
- Bullshit.
- Would I be here if it weren't true?
I came out of Quantico with one mission:
to get the man who killed my father.
Mr. Ellis, I may be
the enemy in your eyes,
but if he killed your son,
what does that make Saxton?
I thought you would have left town by now.
Wow. Bad news travels fast.
When Daddy gets pissed, everybody knows.
Pissin' off fathers
seems to be my specialty.
You and me both.
Blackstock from Scotland.
Best bottle I got.
PS: you're not the only one
whose life's a mess right now.
Hey, what's going on?
Greek Sal's daughter.
She was at Elvis' house.
She's getting married. So what?
She's my girlfriend.
- Was anyway.
- Greek Sal's kid is your girl?
Has been for 18 months.
Holy shit. Does your pop know?
Hell no.
He hates Greek Sal so much,
I couldn't tell him.
I mean, he's seen me
with other women before…
but he just pretends it's some phase
I'll graduate from, like college.
But, baby, college is where I got my PhD.
Greek Sal is making her become
some shipping asshole's son's wife.
It's some old-school
consolidation of power shit.
Daphne don't want to get married.
Hell no. It's all arranged.
Greek Sal just wants access
to this guy's family's shipping empire.
And of course, this way, he doesn't
have to face who Daphne really is.
Fathers ruin fucking everything.
I understand what you asking me to do.
But you don't want it.
I'm telling you, sweetheart,
Sax has a way of looking at you
and seeing exactly who you are.
He'll know.
And if he don't catch a scent,
Billy the bloodhound will.
You ever been undercover?
I did well at the academy.
I did well in sixth-grade biology,
but that don't make me
no fucking brain surgeon.
There was a cop back in '57,
he thought he'd get the goods on Sax.
Instead, he disappeared.
Until his body parts start showing up
from New Mexico to Louisiana.
I vouch for you, and you fuck this up,
you fuck me up, and you fuck up
what's left of my family.
I can pull this off.
It would have to be
the performance of your life.
Now, if you're going to look Sax
in the eyes and lie…
you're gonna need
some professional training.
We think we control our lives.
Truth is, it just happens.
There ain't nothing we can do.
To Daphne marrying the stupid fucking
son of a boat asshole.
To me in your pop's doghouse.
You know, we should be
drinking these at the wedding…
before burning the place
to the fucking ground.
Hey, we should
go to that wedding, sneak in.
- Fuck you, Goldilocks.
- You love Daphne, right?
- I do.
- Then you gotta get her back.
And if I can help
blow a deal for Greek Sal,
that's only good news for me.
You can't sneak in without a tux.
I got one somewhere.
I'll grab it and pick you up.
We'll be back in time for fireworks.
I just want to demonstrate
the three key principles…
of the professional actor.
Intention, belief and listening.
Know your character's goal.
Believe you are that person.
You don't believe it,
they won't believe it.
And listen like a moth.
You got that?
A moth?
Moths have remarkable hearing.
And what about… what about stage fright?
Oh. It's real, and it can be brutal.
I was in Minsky's Revue
at the Dunes… Frankie Vaughan.
Opening night, I walked out on stage,
and I froze.
I was terrified.
What did you do?
A little trade secret
that Carol Channing taught me.
With one hand,
I crossed my fingers.
Just a little reminder… I'm okay.
I focused on it for a few seconds.
And I unfroze.
I killed that night.
What the fuck?
You react… Oh, fuck.
- What the…
- Listen, son.
- The hell are you doing here?
- This woman is our guest, asshole.
How'd this happen?
l… I… I changed my mind.
And Charlotte's helping me
with my undercover work.
Holy shit!
Miss Dinner Theater 1933's
giving you acting lessons?
1941, jackass.
- She's got some great tips.
- Yeah, for the casting couch maybe.
I cannot talk to him. I cannot.
Angel pie, wait, wait, wait.
God damn it, Jim.
- What's the tux for?
- None of your business.
Neither is my fucking father.
You should've told me
before talking to him.
I told you about my plan.
You didn't say anything
about showing up on his doorstep.
What happens if Sax
comes by while you're here?
I wouldn't be here
if you hadn't screwed up.
If Sax put the hit out on Joey,
believe me, I want him to pay for it
as bad as you do.
But not if it means
getting my father killed, too.
Just get yourself back
on Saxton's good side,
then maybe I won't
have to clean up your mess.
I'm working on it.
My man!
Memories of Mount Suribachi.
It's been too long.
Yeah.
I tried calling to see if you're
gonna be at the parade.
Marcy said that you're
in some kind of funk.
Guessin' you won't be ridin'
at the Legion?
I've got some things on my mind.
Jim tell you about this morning?
Yeah, some.
From what I hear, you could use…
Wait, damn, did I… did I bring…
Oh…
Now you're talking.
I was able to set up your cover.
Your name is Nina Saint James.
Damn. I've seen a lot of fake IDs.
This work is good.
Had a little side gig in college.
They look incredible,
just like the real thing.
Forged some certifications
and business cards,
and set up a line on our last extension.
Awan, you're amazing.
I'm gonna play your secretary.
I already have my character's name.
- Oh, you do? What's her name?
- Tiffany.
Tiffany Raquel Patterson.
I'm so excited to help.
I just have one condition.
You both play in the softball league.
- All right. Fine.
- Really?
Groovy. Thank you.
Oh.
Genesis and Royce, like night and day.
One is defiant as hell,
the other's always doing dumb shit.
Oh, fucking kids.
They can't help who they are.
Genesis, she was always the sharp one,
just like my Joey was.
- Boy, I miss that kid.
- Yeah.
Two long years.
God damn, I'm still hung up on it.
How he lived, how he died. The accident.
If that's what it was.
We shook down everyone
who breathed the same air as Joey.
Came up empty.
I just can't let it go.
So I figured I'd do some more digging.
See what turns up.
I pulled you off the floor of every bar
from here to Las Cruces
when we lost Joey.
Practically had to tie you down
to force a meal down your throat.
Only time I've seen you worse
is full of Japanese shrapnel
on that island from hell.
Opening that wound again…
Well, I don't know.
Yeah. Yeah. Well, maybe you're right.
If you need to take your mind off things,
you can always come back anytime.
Charlotte won't be happy…
…but I can use you now more than ever.
Jimmy said you've gone multi-national.
Hiring interpreters now.
I got something hot
with some Soviet thieves.
But my fucking interpreter
just got pinched for tax fraud,
if you can believe that.
I still got my magic Rolodex.
So you…
you got the right man for the job?
I just might.
But in this case, the right man
might just be a lady.
Nina Saint James's office.
This is Tiffany. Tiffany Raquel Patterson.
How may I help you?
There seems to be some conflict
As to who the strongest is
Some would say that it's hard to tell
When they're both bringing home the check
I heard a woman say she can do
Anything any man can
I'm here to tell you
That the woman that said it
Ain't even have herself a man
If you wanna know
How strong is a woman?
How strong is a woman?
Well I can tell you that
Where are you off to all dressed up?
I've got a meeting. Why?
Because I've been watching
you and your partner.
My gut says you're up to something
I won't like.
I don't care what you like.
I'm doing my job,
and I'm getting real tired
of you looking over my shoulder
and threatening me,
and doubting what I am capable of.
So hear me loud and clear.
The answer to the question,
"where am I off to,"
is always trying to make
the progress on this case
that wasn't made before I got here.
Now if you'll excuse me.
How strong is a woman?
How strong is a woman…
Nina Saint James.
What qualifies you to work with us?
I'd like to think
my resume speaks for itself.
What about discretion?
Well, I'd suggest you ask
the man I worked for at the UN.
But those negotiations were top secret.
And I'd never give you their names.
We got to test your language skills.
I asked,
if you speak Russian,
why do you need an interpreter?
Hey. Here she is.
A buddy from Leningrad.
Allo?
Your friend
wants to speak with you.
Sounds more like he's from Pargolovo.
Yeah, it's me.
What you got?
Two complications.
What do you want first: bad or worse?
Worse.
Tricky Dick knows what got lifted.
Fuck. How?
I don't know.
He saw Sullivan and Ewing this morning,
now they know, too.
Jesus. Do they know about Khakarov?
Don't seem to.
Ewing came to me to clean it up.
What's the "bad?"
We've got a wrench in Phoenix.
I've got multiple calls about a new fed
poking around Saxton's operation,
and I'm not sure we have time
to get her in our pocket.
No, we don't.
Get out of there as soon as you can,
you take care of it.
You got that?
Xavier, I'm one step ahead.
Already got my ticket to Phoenix.
You look mighty fine.
Nice shoes.
Well, it's a wedding.
Somethin' borrowed, somethin' blue…
Just rolling along
Just rolling along
And I'm quitting the blues of the world
Just singing a song
Just singing a song
"Glory Hallelujah" I just told the Parson
"Hey, Par, get ready to call"
Just like Humpty Dumpty
I'm going to fall
I'm sitting on top of the world
- I'm glad you could make it.
- Yeah.
Don't forget that thing I asked you about.
I want it taken care of.
Good.
And our other situation.
Did he beg?
Like a poodle.
That's the stepmom,
Ann-Margret over there.
The third stepmom.
How many of those are you
gonna fucking have? Enough already.
As many as I want. As many as I want.
- Hi.
- That's Bobbi.
Daphne said she's calling the shots
for this whole shindig,
so she'll be the one escorting my girl
out of the bridal suite.
How much time do you need
to track down Daphne?
This place
is crawling with security.
Ten minutes?
Piece of cake. Meet at the car.
Don't be late.
Hi there.
Hello.
So, sister of the bride
standing here without a drink?
That ain't right.
Not quite, but you're sweet.
I prefer to be naughty.
We should find somewhere private.
Down the hall.
I still need a few minutes.
Ready or not, here I come.
- G?
- D.
What are you doing here?
If my father sees you…
I snuck in to sneak you out.
So… what's so important
you couldn't tell me
with all those people around?
Promise not to laugh.
I might do a lot of things,
but laughing won't be one of them.
When I saw you, I got this…
Oh, hey.
I'm not asking you to choose me.
I'm asking you to choose you.
I'm hoping you find a way out.
It's almost time, sir. We started seating.
Should we send someone up
to check in on the bride?
Isn't my wife doing that?
We don't know where she is, sir.
Emile, Javier, get over here.
Send someone to see
what's taking Daphne so long.
- Everybody's antsy.
- Yes, Mr. Salvatore.
Leon. Angelo. Get up to Daphne's suite.
See what's going on.
We're on it.
Where the fuck is my wife?
Maybe this isn't such a good idea.
Shut up and take your pants off.
- Maybe another time.
- No, no. No.
Check on Daphne. I'll be right behind you.
Mrs. Salvatore.
Jim fuckin' Ellis.
Hey, man, this ain't what you think…
Left a good job in the city
Fuck.
Working for the man every night and day
Well, I never lost one minute of sleeping
Worrying 'bout the way
Things might've been
- Big wheel, keep on turning
- Turning
- Proud Mary, keep on burning
- Burning
Rolling
Rolling…
The fuck…
Rolling, and we're rolling
Rolling on the river
River
Rolling
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans
But I never saw the good side of the city
Let's get out of here, they're on our ass!
Hold on.
- Big wheel, keep on turning
- Turning
- Proud Mary, keep on burning
- Burning
Rolling
- Rolling
- Yeah
- Holy shit.
- They're aiming at the tires.
They're trying to get you.
Rolling on the river
River
Fuck, your father hires good drivers.
- You got iron?
- Glove box.
If you come down to the river
Motherfucker!
It doesn't feel like
they're aiming at fucking tires.
Get your fucking ass
out the window and shoot.
You do the driving, and I do the shoot.
- Yeah, you fucking…
- You drive, and I shoot.
Rolling
- Rolling
- Yeah
Rolling on the river
Shit, I'm out.
- What about these?
- Not the fireworks.
- I need those.
- Fuck that, they're on us!
Let's blind them.
Take that fucker Ellis out.
What happened to shooting tires?
He ain't getting away with Sal's kid.
Fuck him.
All right
All right
Left a good job in the city
Working for the man every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleeping
Worrying 'bout the way
Things might've been
- Big wheel, keep on turning
- Turning
Proud Mary, keep on burning
Whoo!
All right. Keep 'em coming.
Rolling, and we're rolling
Rolling on the river
River
- I can't see. I can't see.
- Try to avoid one of them.
- Fuck!
- Avoid one of them.
Don't burn my seats.
Hey, take this.
That was Luna's favorite.
They're still coming,
and we're almost out.
Grab that big one.
- Big wheel, keep on turning
- Turning
- Proud Mary, keep on burning
- Burning
Rolling
- Rolling
- Yeah
Rolling on the river
We're rolling.
Rolling, rolling on the river
Whoo!
Rolling
Rolling on the river
Rolling
Rolling, rolling…
You're gonna like these.
She's like a miniature you.
She's so great with her.
You are, too.
Hey, when's Uncle Jim coming
with the fireworks?
Uh… he should be here soon.
Okay.
- Mmm. Mmm.
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Anytime.
Nice driving, Goldilocks.
Nice throwing, Tom Seaver.
I'll put in a good word with Daddy.
Hey, Luna.
Tracked down something
I think you might like.
Awesome! Can we set some off?
Hell yeah. Which one you want to do first?
The big one. Come on.
Marrying into that family
would've given Greek Sal access
to half the shipping ports in Europe.
That asshole has stolen so much from me.
And now he loses the biggest deal
of his sorry-ass life because of you.
Karma, motherfucker.
I didn't just do it for you.
- I did it for her.
- I don't want to hear about all that.
- It's the truth.
- Well…
What you did tonight,
it's what a Saxton would do.
There's gonna be blowback,
but I'm grateful
for what you did tonight, rabbit.
Thank you.
And just so you know,
I couldn't have done it without Jim.
I know what happened with the Hughes car,
but you've got to let it go.
I'm still working on replacing that money.
- Daddy.
- I'll take it under advisement.
- Looking good.
- Thanks, Billy.
New interpreter's in the conference room,
waiting for you.
Happy Fourth of July.
Ezra Saxton.
Nina Saint James.
- I see you survived the pre-meeting.
- Uh-huh.
I hope to survive this one, too.
- Where are you from?
- All over.
Uh, my dad was Air Force,
so I grew up on bases
all around, mostly Europe.
- That right?
- Mmm.
I was in the Marines. 36th Depot.
Wonder if I ever crossed paths
with your dad.
Could have.
Small world.
How did you come to pick up Russian?
There ain't a whole lot of interpreters
who look like you.
My dad was stationed
on a base outside of Hamburg.
He was a code-breaker.
And he thought it might be useful
if I learned the language of the enemy.
So he had me take lessons.
How do you feel about violence?
- I prefer to avoid it.
- I mean the threat of it.
Do you panic? Lose your way?
I'd be lying if I said the work I do
doesn't go upside down sometimes.
If that were to occur…
what would you do?
My family came to the States
when I was a kid.
When I was 19,
a man pulled me into an alley,
held a knife to my throat.
But what I discovered…
is that when things get bad, I get good.
I stay calm and think straight.
What happened in the alley?
I fought him.
He ran off.
And here I am today,
telling you the story.
Which…
Which I could also tell you
in flawless Russian.
Let us be lovers
We'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes
And Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America
"Kathy," I said as we boarded
A Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days
To hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
I've gone to look for America
Dusty Clutch, you there?
Yeah, I copy.
Boss needs you at HQ. ASAP.
10-4.
You asked for me?
I heard about the wedding.
It sounded like a hell of a time.
That it was.
Got a Russian meeting coming up next week.
I'm gonna need all hands.
Welcome back.
Let me introduce you to someone.
Jim Ellis…
meet Nina Saint James.
So what's the plan?
We clean up this fucking mess.
Drive.