Duster (2025) s01e07 Episode Script

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"You are my hiding place.
Lord, protect me from trouble.
Surround me with songs of deliverance."
Well, it's a marvelous night
For a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
Ain't nobody coming to deliver you,
no matter how many psalms you recite.
What the hell are you doing here?
I was invited. Aren't you gonna eat?
There's something very wrong here.
Oh, something's very right.
Like this song.
Mean solo on this one.
I used to know how to play.
Think hard. Maybe you'll remember.
How to play the sax?
Yeah, I'll remember.
Maybe I can play the sax… sax…
I play the sax.
I play the sax… sax…
Ellis!
You set me up! You will pay for this!
Sax is gonna get you!
Mr. Groomes…
…leave our mutual friend
Jim Ellis alone.
No, no. Stop that!
Stop that! You are okay.
You are safe.
I'll go get the doctor.
Sax… Get me Ezra Saxton.
Oh, yeah.
Sax, it looks done.
Are you my grandma?
No, sir. I just don't want you
to burn the place down.
When I want your opinion,
I will pay you for it.
- Go see if that's Jimmy.
- All right.
Helluva detour.
Sun City ain't around the corner.
Overnights are done.
Are those protests still on downtown?
Yeah. Sax make a move yet?
Little birdie told me
some shit's going down today
to get that little trucker chick
under control.
I could take care of that.
Nah, he's got other plans for you.
Yo, Jimmy!
Did I or did I not fight off
two redneck car thieves
with nothing but my bare hands?
You didn't even break a sweat.
Toldja I got fists of steel, baby.
Okay.
All right. I believe you.
You did.
More war stories, huh?
Just giving Nina
the grand tour before breakfast.
I thought you were
leaving town last night.
Flight's today. But Royce
came by the motel this morning,
said Mr. Saxton was having
a little get-together
and insisted I stop by before I left.
How could I say no?
Yeah. We can't celebrate the deal
without the MVP.
- Pig in a blanket?
- Yes, please.
- Thanks, Marcy.
- Hey, Goldilocks.
- Hey, G.
- Big Head. Billy,
You must be Nina,
the woman of my baby brother's dreams.
Shut the fuck up, Genesis.
And I can see why. Hi.
I've heard only good things.
Jimmy!
Let me pull your coat a sec.
Can you believe that shit?
You and me caught lead covering
Royce's ass and she's the MVP?
- You're pretty too, Billy boy.
- Eat a bag of dicks.
Linda Lovelace. Never heard of her,
what else was she in?
My fucking dreams.
Yo, Jimbo, how's the side?
Well, no halter tops till Christmas.
You're with me today, Jimmy.
Heading to Vegas.
What's in Vegas?
Got a partner on this one. Name's Xavier.
He wants our package pronto.
And while we're gone, Archie's on Temple.
He'll take care of this trucking fiasco.
Sean, Royce and Billy
will oversee security at the warehouses.
We can't take any chances
with Greek Sal shit still unresolved.
Snowbird at noon.
We need to be in Vegas by 5:00.
And we cannot be late.
Challenge accepted.
Oh! It's ready.
Oh shit! Yeah!
Come and get it.
- Yeah!
- Skillet bread. My grandmama's recipe.
That always made things special
when we had something to celebrate.
In my family,
we break bread on special occasions.
And this one,
couldn't be possible without you.
Thank you for helping to save our deal.
- And my son's life.
- Oh.
Huh?
That's dynamite.
I told you this woman had great taste.
- All right, come and get it.
- Everybody!
There you go.
Come get some…
Let me get out of the way.
There you go.
Fuck. All right.
What the hell are you doing here?
I told you he came to my room
and invited me.
I had no choice, but since…
No "buts." Those don't do shit.
- But since I'm here…
- Shh!
I might as well find out
what that million dollars bought.
Whatever it is,
I'm taking it to Vegas with Sax today.
- Xavier wants it.
- Xavier?
- Jimbo?
- What's up, man?
Well, you find out what's in the case
and I'll find out who funded the deal.
Are you fucking crazy?
Billy still has a bullseye on your ass.
I can handle myself.
What's up, Jim?
It's information we need.
And see if you can find out
who the hell Xavier is.
I mean, I'm just saying, I've never seen
that much money in one place before.
Well, the craziest part is,
I had to dig up that money with a shovel.
Our middle man
buried it out in the desert.
How did you find it?
We have a little system,
me and this buddy of ours.
He keeps a live signal
headed my way on ham radio.
When there's a pickup,
he sets a code with the coordinates.
- I don't believe you.
- I swear.
And you do that all on the radio?
Yeah, I've got a ham radio in my room.
- Huh.
- Repeating numbers,
longitude and latitude.
It's real clandestine shit.
It sounds far out.
And I want to hear more about it,
but where's the powder room?
Oh, I'll show you
Well, they got friendly fast.
You got a problem with her?
I got questions. But I think I know
just who to ask about them.
Billy, time to get in gear.
Excuse us, rabbit.
All right.
Let's go.
- Powder room's first door on the left.
- Okay.
You want another mimosa?
Yes. Thank you.
- You're the sweetest.
- Coming right up.
241-0187.
241-0187.
You lost?
Um, sorry, I was just looking
for the bathroom.
Um, excuse me.
Back in my day,
we'd make a man wait a little.
You should try it.
I'll get back to you.
- Last mimosas.
- Ah.
Had to fight the others off for them.
My hero.
Gentlemen, time to ride.
Oh, shit.
I gotta roll to Scottsdale
with Billy and Sean.
I was hoping to spend more time with you.
- Take you to Malveaux's for those ribs.
- We'll do it next time.
All right.
I'll take you back to your motel.
I can take her.
I got a pit stop to make out that way
before hitting Snowbird.
You boys go and do your thing.
I got Miss Nina.
I'll make sure she makes it back
all right.
Okay,
but we've gotta stay in touch.
You have my number from my office,
right? And the one here?
- Uh…
- Wait. I'm sorry.
My little brother.
And my PO box.
You've covered all the bases, Roy-Roy.
- Thank you.
- Let's do it.
You're sweet.
There you go.
Come on, girl, let's roll.
Okay. What's your secret?
What do you mean?
You've been in town all of three days,
my brother damn near wants to marry you,
and my daddy has you
all up in his business.
Baby, I'm a Virgo,
so I hate that I haven't been able to
get through to him myself.
So spill.
- It's the Russian.
- Like hell it is.
I have a specialty they needed,
that's all.
The Earth signs are the greatest
lie detectors of all time.
There's something going on with you.
Now, either you can tell me…
or I can keep guessing.
Um, I loved my father.
He died when I was very young.
Yeah. He's the reason I do what I do.
I used to think that
the only way to honor him
was to be like him and to follow his path.
But the opposite was true because…
Well, I had to learn
how to be my own person,
and to make my own way.
The thing you gotta do, Miss Genesis,
is be you.
Because from what I hear,
you're a fucking rock star.
Damn, you are good.
You've got a motherfucker
all inspired and shit.
I'll see you later.
Bye!
Suspended from summer camp.
I mean, I didn't even know
that was possible.
You haven't even heard
my side of the story.
Yes, I have.
Do you even know what this is gonna do
to my schedule, Luna?
- Now I have to get a babysitter.
- I don't need a babysitter.
I can take care of myself.
You're not a baby, you're a pyromaniac,
and now you're grounded.
- Do you mind? Can you get that, please?
- You're not being fair.
Well, young lady,
you play with fire,
fair goes right out the window.
- Hey, Jim. They're in the middle…
- Oh, what'd I miss this time?
Good. You showed up right when I need you.
This is your fault.
My fault? The hell did I do?
You told Luna to burn
some girl's comic books.
- What?
- Wait.
Did she send you here to defend her?
Hell, no. I'm on my way to Vegas
for the day,
- But I needed to talk to you first.
- Oh, Las Vegas? Bitchin'!
Lu did mention a bully,
but I never said anything about fire.
Yeah, you did.
You said fight fire with fire.
I didn't mean actual fire.
I was talking metaphorically.
- Next time, specify.
- Go to your room.
I deserve to be heard equally.
My voice is being silenced.
I'm gonna call the camp.
See if Harvey'll bite on a round of golf
at the country club to let Luna back in.
- It's worth a shot.
- Thank you.
Iz, listen. Iz, listen to me.
Your protest isn't just
pissing off Bob Temple.
You're delaying Saxton's shipments,
costing him a lot of money.
He's not happy.
Do you think I give a shit
about what your mob boss thinks?
I mean, what's he gonna do,
break my kneecaps?
Yeah, he might.
Holy shit!
It wasn't Luna who sent you here,
it was Saxton.
Nobody sent me here.
Sax doesn't even know I know you.
Iz, I'm here to protect you.
The only thing I need you to protect
is that little girl.
And you could start by advising her
to talk through her problems
instead of burning shit to the ground.
What aren't you telling me?
There's a lot I don't tell you, Jim.
Look, your boss is pissed, I get it.
Well, tell him I'm not backing down.
Anything else?
241.0187.
You sure?
Yeah, that's what the radio was tuned to.
Why?
And Royce said this was a constant signal?
Yeah. Yeah, why does that matter?
'Cause this shit is my bag.
I told you, I'm a fox hunter.
What the hell's that got to do with this?
You don't know?
If I fucking knew, then this conversation
would be so much shorter.
Fox hunting isn't hunting foxes.
It's hunting radio signals.
We used to do this on the rez
all the time.
Hide a transmitter,
see who could find it first.
- It was always me.
- Mmm.
Hey, I got something for ya.
- I told you everything would work out.
- You did.
Thank you.
Here, let me.
So you're saying that we could locate
where the signal was coming from,
and then find out who left Royce
the million dollars?
If we can flip this mystery money guy,
we can charge Saxton with racketeering.
If they're still broadcasting, hell yes.
- What do we need?
- We gotta swing by my place.
I got a mobile transceiver and antenna.
Let's go.
Yeah, Hayes spent two hours
at Saxton's house
before his daughter
drove her back to the hotel.
She's deep in it with this whole crew.
Listen close. From now on,
Agent Hayes never leaves your sight.
We need to know what she knows.
- We savvy?
- Understood.
Uh, just a second.
- Hey. What's up?
- There's something you should know.
A certain white boy's been
looking through your desk.
More than once.
Saw myself after hours.
Agent Grant?
I knew it wasn't right.
And that I'd want to know if I were you.
You're gonna make a hell of an agent
one day.
Good looking out.
Sunny
Yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny
The last time I was in Vegas,
Sonny Liston was getting tuned up
at the International Hotel.
He was on a prizefight revenge tour
after Ali put him on his ass
a few years before
he had to give up the title.
- He never shoulda had to lay it down.
- Oh, shit! Goddamn right.
Anyway, Sonny looked like
he had it in the bag.
Jab like lightning.
Right cross like stone.
Even Joey was impressed.
- Joey was there?
- That man knew how to connect people.
Got us ringside seats
to chop it up with Tony O,
and Elliot "Bullethead" DeFreitas
when I was thinking about
buying a stake in some hotels.
After the fight, we went over to see
Rickles' set at the Sahara.
Joey got the entire Flamingo
chorus line to come over
just to put a cherry on top
and to get them to sell.
- Did it work?
- Let's just say,
he was the one that ended up
in the penthouse suite five tassels deep.
He's just like your pop,
could not resist a woman in rhinestones.
The Italians got cold feet about
letting a Black man onto their playground.
But I met some important folks.
Like Xavier.
Just get us there by 5:00 on the dot,
or this is a bust.
No one has proved that
the Republicans are behind the break-in,
but the Democrats…
Only cost me 36 holes
and a couple of day passes,
but she is a camper once again.
You are a miracle worker.
Is everything okay? With Jim?
Yeah. Nothing I can't handle.
Hello?
Yes.
Continue the discussion.
Yes, of course.
I will be there at three o'clock.
Thank you.
Bob Temple wants to meet.
We pushed him into negotiating.
You did it!
No, we did it.
All of us. Mija!
Luna?
Luna. I know you're mad, but…
Oh, shit.
Luna?
Luna?
Luna!
Can you hear that?
Yeah.
That ain't the engine.
- Hey, Uncle Jim.
- What the hell is this?
Well, you said you were going to Vegas,
guess that gave me the idea…
Stop blaming me for your bad ideas.
Well, who's this?
Sorry, Sax, she's my friend's kid.
You've been in there for two hours?
Well, I had to wait for you
to get out of town
so you wouldn't take me back home.
You heard Mami, Uncle Jim,
she was being totally bogus.
Manners, Luna.
What do we say to Mr. Saxton?
Nice to meet you, Mr. Saxton.
Strong handshake you got there, Luna.
Well, it's a good thing the car is okay.
There's no time to double back.
You, uh… You better call Mom.
And then we have a delivery to make.
I guess you're coming to Vegas.
Where is she?
- Anything?
- Pablo and Theresa haven't seen her.
I've checked all of her
hiding places twice.
Hello.
Drove over 100 miles
before I heard her in the trunk.
She's fine.
- Oh, thank God!
- You're not gonna like this,
but I gotta take her with me to Vegas.
Oh, for fucks sake, Jim!
I know. But we're on a schedule,
and we're too far away to go back.
I'm sorry, but it is what it is.
Don't let her set any fires.
Don't let her gamble.
And don't let her do whatever the hell
it is you're doing out there.
- I'll keep her safe, I promise.
- You better.
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Negative-1-12.
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That's it.
- 33 .82
- Okay, yeah. Hold on.
.07. 743.
.33.
There's a Matador tailing us.
Three cars back.
It's five turns now that it's followed us.
It's Grant. I know it.
Well, we're gonna want to go north,
take the 17.
No, we can't let Grant see
where we're going.
Hey, mama
Shit! Shit! Shit!
It's not the twist
Show me what you got
The way you're movin' and groovin'
Come on and show me what you got
Come on, baby
Show me what you got
Fuck!
Who are you? Evel Knievel?
I am today.
Betsy took my comics,
so I stole hers and lit 'em on fire
with Mrs. Delamina's lighter.
I never told you to start a fire.
Sounds like justice to me.
Don't encourage her.
She got kicked out of summer camp,
her mom's not happy.
I'm protesting, just like she is.
- Okay. Well, enough about that.
- Wait, wait, wait.
What is she protesting?
She started a trucker protest.
We were on TV last night.
I thought you looked familiar.
Start talking.
What did you do to my throne?
It looks like a dead sheep.
It's luxury decor.
Cheyenne says it's cushy for your tushy.
Never visit your fucking sister again.
Oh, shit. It's Billy.
Do none of these people
know how to call first?
Give me a minute.
Ask his opinion about the toilet cover…
Angel pie, please.
Billy Mahoney.
Who the hell clipped your wing?
I got a Colt you can borrow.
Don't worry, they got the worst of it.
It's about the interpreter you recommended
to Sax. Nina Saint James.
When did she work for you?
Well, that was a while back.
It was just the once
about maybe a year ago.
I told Sax all about it.
Now you're telling me.
What was the job?
I was buying a fur for Charlotte,
You brought in an interpreter
for a fucking coat.
Not just any coat.
It was the finest fur in the country.
I was negotiating with an Estonian furrier
out of Santa Fe.
Little fucker couldn't understand
a word of English, so I needed some help.
And Nina's the best there is.
Still got this coat?
Hanging gloriously in my dressing room.
Let me…
Let me handle this, Angel Pie.
I wanna see what's worth all the trouble.
Ah. The coat only comes out
on special occasions.
- Special occasions?
- Mmm-hmm.
On Sundays,
if Wade is a good boy,
he gets to be Dr. Zhivago
on the run from the Communists,
stricken with frostbite,
- desperate to be nursed back to health.
- Hmm.
A star-crossed lover
in nothing but a fur coat
to keep him warm
on those cold Russian winter nights.
Da.
Show me the goods.
Hey… What the hell do you think?
What the hell do you think you do…
Where is it?
You wanna look through
my lingerie drawer, too?
There she is.
Got what you need?
He was looking for something.
I hope Jimmy's covering his ass.
Always does. Just like you taught him.
Goddamn, that was good.
And the Oscar goes to Charlotte Ellis.
Mmm-hmm! I like the sound of that.
So I went over there
and told her
that the protests are well-intentioned
but problematic.
Sometimes when
she comes back from a long haul,
she's so tired,
she sleeps for two whole days.
We get it, Lu. It's a tough job.
It's not right.
No one ever said
the world's fair.
Protesting is grinding
everything to a halt.
That's also unfair.
They wouldn't have to
if the union was doing the right thing.
Lu, settle down.
The ladies work just as hard as the guys,
but have kids to take care of.
Give me one reason why they deserve less.
It's more than just equal pay.
We need health and safety measures
across the board, protections for women,
no more "team drives."
Are you gonna write this down?
You are very impressive, Miss Reyna.
Can I offer you a drink?
I make a mean pina colada.
I got my own cocktail cart.
Maybe after we negotiate?
I called you in
because I know this is a tough job,
especially for a mom.
So I talked to my guys,
figured a way to grandfather you in
to some better routes.
Interstates. Regular stops, less weekends.
If you agree,
we can put this whole unpleasantness
behind us.
You're trying to bribe me
so I can call off the protest.
Okay.
How about we make you a steward?
Give you a nice stipend.
More days in town.
Don't those have to be elected?
According to bylaws,
I can nominate two a year.
This is your chance to have
a real seat at the table.
Stand up for what you believe in.
See?
See what happens when we sit down and talk
instead of just yelling at each other?
It's a new day for you, Miss Reyna.
So, do we have a deal?
There are 125 women truckers out there
who need help.
I don't want your bribe.
I want a real offer that helps everyone.
I tried to be nice,
but now, it's gonna get ugly.
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33 .82
Make that turn up here.
- Negative 1-12.
- Are we getting close?
- .07. 743.
- Very.
Negative 1-12..07. 743.
3-3..82. 24.
Superman's got nothing on you.
Nah, he could have
just used his super hearing
to pinpoint the exact location.
Yeah, but you're real.
Hmm. Let's hide the car around back.
Someone connected
to Saxton sees you, that ruins everything.
When we find out
where the million dollars came from,
it solves everything.
Awan.
There's a basement.
A basement? In Arizona? That's trippy.
You check the rest of the house.
4-4. Negative 1-12.
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3-3. 1-8-2.
2-4-4. Negative-1-12..07.
Holy shit!
When I was young
I left my home and went away
To Vegas
With my guitar and my dreams
I had to try to play and sing In Vegas
First time?
Yeah.
She's a helluva town.
And she begged me to stay at home
But my will was strong
I had to make it big
Take that next right.
- The Desert Inn?
- Yeah.
We're going to see Howard Hughes.
He wants to see you, especially.
They put my name up in lights
where I playing
And the lines out in front will be long
I'll get a standing ovation
from the people
When I start to sing my song
Is this about the car?
He didn't say.
What'd you do to his car?
Long story.
Lu, what are you gonna show?
My manners.
Mr. Saxton. Mr. Ellis.
I'm Gideon. Mr. Hughes' private secretary.
- Gideon.
- He was expecting the two of you,
not the young lady.
She ain't leaving my side,
I promised her mom.
Then the three of you
will have to follow protocol, okay?
This way.
So you'll each wash your hands
four distinct times,
using lather from individual bars of soap.
We'll wrap the briefcase handle in Kleenex
for the transfer to Mr. Hughes.
Touch all door handles
four times with fresh Kleenex each time.
Oh, and under no circumstances
is anyone to touch Mr. Hughes, okay?
- Really?
- Yeah.
Linda. I need you to do me a solid.
Trying to track down an Estonian
fur dealer based out of Santa Fe.
Do you not think I have
a full time job here? I'm busy.
Ziggy Stardust.
I know how much you love Bowie.
- Estonian?
- Mmm-hmm.
Okay, I'll see what I can find.
But you get to call Groomes back.
See what the hell he keeps calling about?
- Groomes called?
- A thousand times today. Yes.
- That fucker cop's alive?
- Says he's gotta talk to the boss ASAP.
Something important about Jim.
Huh…
This is weird.
Who is this guy?
Four times!
You've got to wash your hands four times.
Not one, not two, not even three.
I like three on a match,
but four is a whole number.
You all wash times four?
Followed your protocol to a T.
Thank you kindly, Ez.
A man can't be too careful.
The last time I wore this tux
was the Academy Awards in '47.
Well, you cut a dashing figure,
Thought I'd dress
for the occasion.
As you know, it's a big day!
A big step in our plan, done! This him?
Howard Hughes, meet Jim Ellis.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
You look like him.
- Like who?
- Joey.
Always thought Joey
looked like Errol Flynn.
My old pal.
You have something of Errol, too.
You knew my brother?
We had a boondoggle or two.
There's something I wanted
to say about Joey.
But first, who's this?
I'm Luna.
I washed my hands four times.
Bless your little heart.
I haven't seen a kid up close in years.
Quite fascinating indeed.
I know about the Aeromobile.
Oh. Listen, sir, I…
But… we aren't here
to talk about the past.
We're here to build a future,
and you have the key right there.
So, Luna, banana nut ice cream?
You like it?
Baskin Robbins discontinued the flavor,
so I bought 350 gallons of it.
Let's get you situated.
What's your favorite picture?
I'll call the TV station, put it on.
- You can do that?
- Well, I own the station,
so, yes.
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Negative 1-12, .07. 743.
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Negative 1-12..07. 743.
Shit.
- Hello.
- Yeah, it's me.
What's wrong?
Came home to a fed
snooping around in my living room.
Is she Black?
No, no, she ain't black.
He… He's an Indian
or Mexican or something.
- Where's his partner?
- What partner?
Me. Drop the gun.
Now, asshole.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Hospital is close.
I can save your life.
Just tell me who you're working for.
You… fucked up.
Big Xavier…
knows about you.
You all right? Okay.
I got you. I got you. All right.
Look at me.
You can only see one of me, right?
Yeah.
- Grenade!
- Fuck!
You do the honors.
Shall we have a listen?
Load her up.
Four times!
We play this thing wrong,
and every muckraking bastard
with a poisoned pen's gonna come after me.
Protecting the polls
is the highest priority.
We've got to get ahold of this thing.
- Is it…
- The goddamn president.
This is a hell of an acquisition.
The President's
not gonna be kicked around
by a blundering pack
of Castro loving spics.
Bury this break-in fiasco
and bring me a fucking war I can win.
Now let's review the goddamn plan.
Somebody get me… Where's Bob?
- Richard fucking Nixon.
- How?
That's the joke of it all.
Motherfucker recorded himself.
That jackass has enemies
in the White House.
Someone stole the tape,
sold it to the Russians.
But they knew they could get
a better price on the black market,
so we bought it.
- Why?
- We have a plan.
Something tells me
there's a place in it for you, too.
I'm gonna call Xavier
and coordinate the briefcase drop.
Won't be but a moment.
So what's this news about Jim?
Godless criminals were sent to attack me,
sent by Jim Ellis.
And while the good Lord may forgive him
that particular sin, I for one, do not!
Bullshit. All Jim does
is bang birds and drive fast.
Why would he do something like that?
Look, I ain't proud,
I may have seen him
talking to someone he shouldn't have.
I tried to squeeze him.
But that's no reason
to try and kill a man.
An officer of the law, at that.
What did you see?
I saw him meeting with that colored girl.
Agent of the FBI,
the same one I spoke to
about the night Joey Ellis died.
She's coming after Saxton,
and you know what that means.
You've got two snakes in your garden.
You know,
you've got a point about women truckers
deserving their fair shake.
But…
every day this protest drags on,
it costs me money.
Your mom and her friends
stall my shipments,
and that puts a big rig
sized hole in my pocket.
And I've got workers to worry about, too.
I need those trucks back on the road
where they belong.
You know, there might be another way
to get your trucks moving again.
- How?
- Remember those photos
I took of Bob Temple?
A little nudge never hurt.
We can end it tomorrow.
Yeah, nothing beats blackmail.
Who the fuck is Cyrus Baker?
He's the one who was
sending the LSD to Breen.
Stop! You break into his house,
and he sets off a fucking grenade?
- Well, that was because…
- No, no. Don't talk again.
You know what hurts my heart the most?
That you dragged Agent Bitsui,
a perfectly respectable agent
in prior years into your shit show.
- Please don't blame Agent Hayes.
- This is not on Agent Bitsui,
- no, it's on… it's on me.
- I'm my own man.
- It's…
- Shut up!
I do not wanna hear
how you're on the right track,
how you need one more day,
how you're so close,
how your CI is
just about to give evidence on Saxton.
- He is…
- Stop!
After Action reports on my desk tomorrow.
Get the hell out of here.
I assume you'll be in touch
about next steps.
As always. I just need a minute with Jim.
Come on.
Joey was a K-129.
- What?
- It's why I asked you to come.
That was the call sign
of a secret nuclear sub
the CIA wanted me to raise
from the bottom of the Pacific.
K-129.
Then they fucked me over,
turned my life upside down.
So now it's the code name I use
when they pull a ruse
that shatters the pillars of your life.
What the CIA did with your brother,
that was a K-129.
What did the CIA do?
It was them.
It's always been them.
Son,
what happened to Joey
was entirely their doing.
- Hey, Sal.
- Are they out?
Yes, but some other guy has
just left with the briefcase.
Fuck Saxton.
Whatever's in that case, I want it.
What are you telling me?
You let her shake you again?
She's one month out of fuckin' Quantico.
She hasn't made a move on Saxton yet.
I'll stick to her, you have my word.
I don't need your fuckin' word.
She's in with Saxton.
She got to Cyrus. She's too damn close.
- It's time.
- For what?
To take her out. That's on you.
Well, I want somebody to tell me
Answer if you can
I want somebody to tell me
What is the soul of a man?
I'm going to ask the question
Answer if you can
If anybody here can tell me
What is the soul of man?
Not a word
since we left the Strip.
So what did Howard say?
He told me the CIA killed Joey.
Now, the way I see it, with Howard,
everything he says
is the ramblings of a crazy man.
Or it ain't.
I want somebody to tell me
Answer if you can
I want somebody to tell me
What is the soul of a man?
I read the Bible often
I tries to read it right
As far as I can understand
There ain't nothin' but a burnin' light
I want somebody to tell me
Xavier?
Afraid not.
I want somebody to tell me
What is the soul of a man
When Christ stood in the temple
The people stood amazed
Showing the doctors and the lawyers
How to raise a body from the grave