The Madness (2024) s01e06 Episode Script
Loco
1
- [seagulls squawking]
- [waves crashing softly]
[soft music playing]
[music fades]
[opening theme music playing]
If you wanna run, then run away ♪
If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
If you wanna run, then run away ♪
If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
Oh yeah ♪
[music halts]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[pensive music playing]
[cat meows]
[Quiñones] I hear you, Brasco.
[meows]
[keypad clicks]
[papers rustling]
[phone chimes]
[pensive music continues]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[indistinct chatter]
You got IDs on any of these yet?
That's Stuart Magnusson.
We also got his bodyguard
and a third victim
we've identified as Donald Sloss Jr.
They were all shot.
So no more Magnusson?
No more Magnusson.
[camera shutter clicks]
And where the fuck is Muncie?
[indistinct chatter]
[fan clanking faintly]
[birds tweeting]
[man] You'll be safe.
Lucky I came up on you and found you.
Banged up a little bit.
Name is Rome, by the way.
Where am I?
Five Islands Park.
New Rochelle.
You can have one of those Percocets.
I already feel a little, uh
Pain's only gonna get worse.
[Muncie groans]
[dog barks]
[spout sploshes]
Take this.
[groans softly]
I know who you are.
You can trust me.
Second I saw you on the beach, I was like
"Boom."
"The killer himself."
As seen on TV.
Except looking three quarters dead.
I need to make a phone call.
- To who?
- My wife.
If the feds got your lady's line tapped,
that'll lead them to my doorstep.
Can't have those jackboot thugs
coming around here.
Okay, so can you just drop me off
at a hospital?
Don't tell me you're giving up
after what you did.
I didn't do anything.
No need to lie, brother.
I got you.
[Muncie exhales] I gotta go.
No. [sniffles]
Too risky.
Mm-mm. [inhales]
[pensive music playing]
Besides, it's fate I found you.
Fate?
When this whole thing started,
all I knew was
you was a guy who popped up on TV,
spouting bullshit.
[exhales] Then I Googled your ass.
Turns out, back in the day,
you were fighting the good fight.
Some bold-ass shit.
Then I realized,
chopping up that white power piece of shit
the way you did
was you getting back to your roots.
And brother
that woke me up.
And I bet I ain't the only one.
This is a turning point.
And Muncie Daniels
is the fucking catalyst.
Living up to your pop's legacy.
I didn't kill Brother14.
I just got caught up in some shit.
And now I'm just trying
to protect my family.
[breathes shakily]
I'm no revolutionary.
It wouldn't be the first time
a man became a symbol on accident.
The woman that's after me,
she's fucking lethal.
[inhales]
[pensive music continues]
Let her come my way.
A rot once took out a man's neck
with one bite.
Good luck, bitch.
[breathing shakily]
[softly] Good luck.
[detective 1] Hey.
No boats, no cars missing. Boss wants
to know why you're not picking up.
- 'Cause I'm asleep in bed.
- That's what I said.
He says, "Good. 'Cause I was afraid
he was at the Stu Magnusson crime scene."
- He really say that?
- Yeah.
Fucking guy.
- [woman] Here?
- [exhales]
[car door shuts]
Are you okay?
Am I okay?
I know you wanted
to take him out yourself.
[car engine turns over]
I mean, come on.
At least he's been taken out.
Right? At least it's over.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
No?
- What?
- Daniels, he didn't do this.
Someone just wants us to think that.
They want us saying shit like,
"At least it's over."
Yeah.
That's what I get for trying
to fucking console you.
Who is that?
This is Agent Quiñones and Agent Osman
with the FBI.
Julia Jayne. I run security
for Stu Magnusson's companies.
[detective 2] She's helping with
the estate security camera footage.
I was just explaining to Detective Ganster
I can give you full access right away.
It's not a problem.
Are you corporate or personal security?
All of the above.
[whistles]
Must be one hell of a black eye.
Any clue what happened?
Well, my guess is Muncie Daniels happened.
What makes you say that?
We're all aware that he confronted
and threatened Stuart three days ago.
Doesn't mean he's capable of this.
Well, have you located him?
It's my understanding
he's not amongst the casualties.
Why do you even think he'd be here?
Because I know that you wired up Daniels
in an attempt to incriminate Stuart,
and I know he then escaped your custody.
That must be a hell of a black eye.
Stuart told me last night
he planned to meet with Daniels
and resolve the situation man-to-man.
I warned him not to lower his guard
with an unhinged fugitive, but
I'd say he seems not to have listened.
You can save us all this speculation
by pulling some of that security footage,
don't you think?
Of course.
[indistinct chatter over radio continues]
[breathes deeply]
[phone ringing]
[Blake] Mommy.
Is this a kind picture?
[Lucie] Sure is.
Is that us?
Mom, that's stupid.
Tanner, apologize. Now.
[phone chimes]
- [Blake] Yes!
- [Tanner] It's mine!
[Blake] No.
- [Tanner] Give me it.
- [Blake] No! Why?
[Tanner, Blake] It's mine!
[Blake] I gave you it!
Now what are you gonna do?
[Tanner] Oh, so I can take your drawing
and scribble it
Oh, come on!
[Blake] No! Tanner, stop!
Mom!
[pensive music playing]
[keypad chiming]
[line ringing]
- [woman] Federal Bureau of Investigation.
- Hi.
I'm looking for Agent Franco Quiñones.
I have something he needs.
[Muncie groans]
[Rome] Patrice Lumumba's
just the tip of the iceberg.
[Muncie exhales]
You heard of The Jakarta Method?
The Indonesian army
murdered a million communists
with the full support
of good old fascist Uncle Sam.
CIA fed them intel,
the whole fucking caboodle.
We ain't talking
armed communist guerrillas.
We're talking a million ordinary folks
who happened to have
the wrong political views.
It'd be like if our government up
and decided to kill a million Republicans
["None of Us Are Free"
by Solomon Burke playing]
[Rome] What the hell?
Where are you going?
[Muncie panting]
There's nowhere else to hide!
["None of Us Are Free" continues]
None of us are free ♪
None of us are free
And one of us are chained ♪
None of us are free ♪
- [music halts]
- [camera shutter clicks]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[man] Oh.
[Quiñones scoffs]
- [camera shutter clicks]
- [Quiñones exhales]
Looks like someone escaped that way.
Since you haven't found Daniels,
I'm guessing it was him.
Is that your theory?
Yes, it is.
Daniels has been fixated on Mr. Magnusson.
I mean, unless that fixation
was only ever coming from you,
given your longstanding crusade
against the man.
Crusade?
Okay. [chuckles]
So what's the deal with Don Sloss?
He worked security for us,
freelance basis.
And?
He was assigned
to Stuart's personal detail yesterday.
What about last week? Any chance
he was assigned to the Poconos?
I'm unsure about last week,
but I'll check the logs. Get back to you.
Why don't you do that?
- [phone vibrating]
- Excuse me.
[camera shutter clicks]
Okay, either she is covering her ass
because her biggest client just got offed,
or she's posthumously
covering Magnusson's ass
for whatever shit he was up to.
Or something else.
See if they got anything
off those surveillance backups yet.
[pensive music playing]
[cop] Detective.
- Hear anything?
- [detective 2] Yeah, nothing.
[whispers] Hey, Franco.
Yeah, thanks.
Muncie Daniels just turned up.
Hospital five miles from here.
- [Quiñones] When?
- Couple hours ago.
Locals told Philly police.
They tried to freeze us out.
Detective's still pissed
you bogarted Daniels.
- Where's that security woman?
- Took that call and never came back.
All right. Come on.
Huh.
[detective 1] What?
Probably nothing.
[indistinct chatter over speaker]
[Kallie] Hey.
It's me.
You're okay.
[siren wailing in the distance]
What happened?
You passed out. Full of Percocet, I guess.
Someone brought you here.
You mumbled my name to the nurse.
I drove straight up.
I brought you your clothes.
Anyone else know I'm here?
Somebody must,
'cause there's a cop outside the door.
Says Philly PD's on the way
to take you back into custody.
How'd you even get out?
They took me out.
- On bail?
- Yeah.
[Kallie] Were you a part of that?
Elena.
I gotta warn her.
Yeah, she's on her way.
No, no. Tell her to turn around
or go to the police station or something.
- Anywhere but here.
- Why?
- Kallie, please.
- Okay.
[breathing shakily]
- You said there's a cop in the hall?
- Yeah.
I need to talk to that cop.
Yeah, yeah, I got you.
- Go. Okay.
- I got you. Just lay down. Lay back down.
[Muncie exhales]
[door opens]
Hey.
[indistinct chatter over speaker]
Mr. Daniels?
There's a woman
who tried to kill me last night.
And I have reason to believe that she's
on her way here to do much more.
- It's a good thing I'm here.
- You're not listening.
I'm saying she knows I'm hurt.
She's gonna check all the hospitals
around here.
- I understand.
- No, no. You need to listen.
Officer. We need to talk.
Elena says she'll stay away, but she wants
to know why. What should I say?
Uh, just, uh, tell her that
Sorry about this.
Fucking serious?
I got a situation, all right?
Some folks are fighting downstairs.
- Got nothing to do with you.
- [Muncie] Seriously?
- [PA] Code Silver
- [Muncie] Officer, no. Fuck.
Kallie, I know that it's her.
How do you know?
Because I watched that woman
kill three people right in front of me.
She's fucking nuts.
She's pissed because I got the fuck away.
[alarm wailing]
Kallie, you can bust this frame.
I need you to get the fire extinguisher.
We need to get the fuck out of here.
[exhales]
- Okay.
- [PA] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
Come on. Do it!
[tense music playing]
All we know is the attacker stabbed
two patients in their sleep.
No witnesses?
Half these folks have late-stage dementia.
They don't know what they saw.
So we're just pulling everyone out.
[indistinct chatter]
[PA] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
[tense music continues]
[alarm continues wailing]
[man] All security,
please report to the fifth floor.
All security,
please report to the fifth floor.
Fuck me.
[commentator] If you're gonna invest
in ExxonMobil,
we're only gonna send it to you guys
if you guys are gonna invest it
in woke companies.
And then that's what these places do.
They invest it in these woke companies,
they make them
[woman] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
[music halts]
[Kallie] We're at Montefiore Hospital
on the sixth floor. Sixth.
No, this isn't about the stabbing.
Please, we need someone here now.
- [whispers] We don't got time for that.
- Okay.
[Muncie exhales]
Here.
[alarm continues wailing]
Is that her?
[tense music swell]
[woman] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
[Quiñones] Hello?
Looking for Muncie Daniels.
FBI.
[tense music continues]
[Quiñones] Hello?
Excuse me.
Hey, excuse me.
FBI, stop!
I said stop, now!
[tense music builds]
[nurse] Can I help you?
- [Quiñones grunts]
- [Kallie shrieks]
Khalil! Lobby, east stairwell.
Dressed as a doctor.
[tense music continues]
[sirens wailing in the distance]
[Quiñones] Fuck.
[breathing heavily]
Fuck.
Okay, thanks.
- Did we block off the streets?
- Yeah, but she's gone.
Fuck.
Philly PD showed up just in time.
[Quiñones] Shit.
- [Khalil] You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fucking great.
[Quiñones breathing heavily]
[speaker chimes]
[indistinct chatter over speaker]
Kallie, I I'm I'm truly sorry
for getting you dragged into this.
[phone rings in the distance]
Up to now, I thought that
it was too late.
- [Kallie sighs]
- You know, for us.
So I was just gonna let things
be the way they were.
Thought you maybe didn't want me
intruding in your life.
I'm not up for a heart-to-heart.
[siren wailing in the distance]
I will help you when shit goes down.
Always.
But I'm not into adult pretend.
This doesn't end with us going to dinner
and sharing a bottle of fucking rosé.
Kallie, who drinks rosé?
[Quiñones] You're good to go.
We'll call if we need another statement.
I'll wait till he's discharged.
That's fine, but he can't leave with you.
Philly police, they still have him
as their prime suspect.
She just tried to kill us.
Which is why they made
the trip for nothing.
How do you mean?
Federal agent got shot, so my boss
has just approved a task force.
I'm taking you to a safe house
and putting you in front of HQ folks
tomorrow coming up from DC.
I need to take care of my family.
- Either come with me or the Philly PD.
- I didn't do anything wrong.
- They don't know that.
- Then tell your task force to tell them.
I'm keeping you from them
to help procure the resources
to take these fuckers down.
So, either safe house or jail. Thoughts?
What if this woman tries
to come after my family?
I I get it. I really do.
But between the two of us,
we've got a name,
a connection to Magnusson,
and proof this woman tried to kill us.
Franco, I ain't doing shit
unless I have a protective order
for my wife, my son, and my daughter.
I'm fine.
[Khalil] Yeah.
[Kallie] She didn't see me,
doesn't know me,
and I don't need the feds
posted outside my house.
Promise me you'll stay safe.
I promise.
[pensive music playing]
[Muncie] So?
[indistinct chatter]
[phone line ringing]
[man] Hello, Julia.
[Julia] I'm gonna need an extract.
Why is that?
Had a confrontation with a fed.
I imagine you'll be hearing all about it.
Was it effective in terms of
It was not.
Probably made things worse,
which is why I need the out.
This seems unnecessarily complicated.
This will be finished.
I just need to make sure
I'm accounted for.
Of course, Julia.
If you get the job done.
The optics are now a problem.
[phone line ends]
[phone chimes]
[crickets chirping]
[birds tweeting]
[Muncie] He says he's close on this.
Between last night, the hospital,
and whatever information Lucie Snipes has,
he thinks this wraps it up.
How's he gonna trust that woman?
I guess she found her husband's hard drive
and called him.
Franco said he's looking at it.
Does it clear your name?
No idea.
[sighs]
Meantime, I got armed guards
outside the house.
Chuck's gonna love that.
Yeah? You tell Chuck
to take that shit up with me, a'ight?
I need you safe till I get there.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
[soft music playing]
I better go.
Okay.
Oh.
[phone unlocks]
And isn't it interesting
that only seven hours after his release,
billionaire Stu Magnusson
mysteriously turns up dead,
who Muncie Daniels was seen threatening
only a few days ago.
Oh fuck.
[commentator] Solari, the rookie,
leads it off for Villanova.
[indistinct chatter continues on TV]
[sips]
[Muncie exhales]
How you like Delaware?
Can we order some food?
There's ramen above the sink.
[commentator] the dish for Villanova.
He struck out his first time up.
Swenson had
So what's on that drive?
[Quiñones] Good stuff.
For a fucking Nazi,
he knew how to pull some threads.
Like?
You suddenly finding
the moral impulse to help?
Only if I get to go home.
According to Simon,
Stu Magnusson was just some money.
Real power was with someone else
at Revitalize.
Which now makes fucking sense.
Simon was alleging that whoever that is
had at least three people killed
in the last half year.
Check this out. [breathes deeply]
[exhales]
Six months ago,
political YouTuber named Jerry Park
dies in a car accident
near his Colorado home.
Like Simon,
Park had recently stopped supporting
the re-election
of Senate Energy Committee Chairman
Ross Wright.
Powerful motherfucker.
- According to Simon.
- According to Simon.
But then, three months ago,
popular radio host in Alaska
dies of a fentanyl overdose.
Wife swears he was a lifelong teetotaler.
Radio host supported an upstart candidate
who's now completely faded from the scene.
Then, last month,
precinct manager in North Carolina
dies of a heart attack
at age 41.
- Sound familiar?
- Yeah.
Precinct happens to be
in a swing county in a swing state
where there's a dead heat Senate race.
Guy's death could alter
the entire country's power balance.
According to Simon.
I think Simon got pissed
when he learned his sugar daddy
had become a globalist asshole
willing to kill American patriots.
They knew that
Stu Magnusson and Revitalize,
they didn't give a shit about a bunch of
Richard Spencer wannabes like them.
I think he was gathering proof.
And that he and Laura Jennings
were joining forces
to make as big a splash as possible
before this fall's election.
And I think that's why
someone at Revitalize had him killed.
Seems like you got enough.
Why do you need me?
You're a witness to three murders.
They'll want details.
'Cause right now,
this is just whack job theory.
For proof, I need you firsthand
telling my bosses
about murder fucking mansion.
Plus, your run-in with Laura Jennings.
The more credible you are,
the quicker they'll let you go.
Capisce?
I'm not eating no ramen.
[uneasy music playing]
[car engine turns over]
[tires screech]
[door opens, shuts]
- [Quiñones] There he is.
- Oh, thank God.
[Quiñones] All right?
Thank you.
[Quiñones] You didn't tip the pizza dude?
It was a pickup.
[Quiñones] I'm just giving you shit, man.
[jazz music playing faintly]
What, you think all Black folks don't tip?
Benny and I have a running joke.
Oh, I didn't see Benny laughing.
- You think Puerto Ricans are so perfect?
- I actually do.
You implying I'm right
about the tipping thing?
I'm implying that maybe Benny
should come up with a running joke
that all Puerto Ricans clap
when the plane lands.
- [Quiñones] Loco, that's not true.
- [Muncie] Yeah, it is.
All right, fine.
It's because it's miraculous.
These are massive chunks of flying metal.
We should be ecstatic
each time one touches down
- [Muncie chuckles]
- safely.
Loco, huh?
Term of endearment.
What, you think all Black guys
drink Maker's Mark?
[Quiñones] I do.
- We do.
- [Quiñones chuckles]
[Muncie] Uh-huh. Y'all COINTEL
motherfuckers fuck everybody.
The Panthers, the hippies, the feminists.
All Everybody.
You're brainwashed, bro.
That's one chapter in 115 years.
Yeah, one chapter in a book called
We Fuck With Everybody That Ain't Us.
- We do good stuff now.
- Get the fuck out of here.
- What you do? Infiltrate mosques?
- Stop domestic terror.
- What, like Brother14?
- Motherfucker's dead, isn't he?
- Shit, not by your ass.
- [chuckles]
[Quiñones inhales]
[gulps]
Why are you in this?
You know, I was NYPD until 9/11.
Didn't do shit for the world.
I switched over three months later.
I got 40-plus convictions to my name.
No, man. I mean
why do you care?
Personally?
Five years ago,
my brother Manny
got, uh, sucked into some extremism.
Started out simple.
Same kind of disinfo Revitalize pushes.
And then
[exhales]
suddenly he's in deep.
Accused me of either
being part of the cabal,
or I'm a sheep ‘cause I'm a fed.
Stopped talking to me.
Stopped talking to all his friends,
you know?
Next thing, he's running around
with a bunch of fuck-all Antifa types.
[breathes deeply]
Got his dumb ass killed.
Oh man.
Attacked a cop at a protest,
took six shots to the chest in return.
I'm sorry.
[Quiñones] Yeah, well
Fuck Revitalize.
[Quiñones] Ms. Snipes.
The hard drive lived up to its billing.
I think we'll be able
to get you what you've asked for.
And thanks to you both for being here.
Means a hell of a lot.
So you good? Everything good?
All right.
Agent Osman and I got to give our opening,
and then we'll bring you right in.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
- You good?
- Yeah.
[inhales, clears throat]
Beta blocker?
Shit doesn't work. [exhales]
[pills clattering]
What'd he mean about
getting you what you're asking for?
Witness protection.
I already told you what they've been doing
to me and my kids.
Is Stu really dead?
And you were there?
I thought you said you never met Stu.
I didn't think it was your business
when you asked before.
Who killed him?
Not sure if it's any of your business.
Said her name was Julia Jayne.
You knew her?
No. I I just saw her name
was on the hard drive.
[Lucie sighs]
So, what's he offering you
for talking to the feds?
- My life back.
- Oh yeah?
Yeah.
You had a good life?
[agent] Good morning.
So, as I said,
we appreciate you coming up last minute.
Well, you've done impressive work
getting the case this far.
Still a lot to do.
Which is why the task force
will be a big help in figuring out
who's calling the shots for Revitalize.
Yeah. We have two key witnesses outside.
Muncie Daniels and Mark Simon's widow.
They can substantiate that Julia Jayne
is working for Revitalize.
Now, based on Muncie's testimony,
we think that we can
[agent 1] Let me stop you there, guys.
We're delighted with the work you've done
in the Magnusson money trail,
his connection to white nationalists,
all very strong.
So Magnusson's muscle
is our target moving forward.
We bring her in, we close this case.
Sir, Julia Jayne takes orders
from higher up the Revitalize chain
than Magnusson.
And this drive
points to their involvement
in massive election interference,
including coercion,
to the point of murder.
And you've exposed the killers.
Not the higher-ups.
- Can you
- Your investigation was impressive.
But all you have is theory.
No name. No proof.
If we went after them,
they'd collapse the company tomorrow
and rebrand under a new name.
Our resources are better spent
going after domestic terrorist groups
like the Forge.
[Quiñones] Go to the next slide.
[pensive music playing]
That said, what you did with this
is exactly what the Bureau
aims to instill in our NATs.
You fucking kidding me?
You gonna fuck me down in Quantico
while you all go dark on Revitalize?
We're instructing you
to hand Daniels back to the Philly PD.
[woman] Thank you for all your work.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[Khalil] Next slide wasn't gonna do it.
[door opens, shuts]
- What the fuck?
- Hey!
You leave me hanging?
[breathing heavily]
- Huh?
- Come on.
[exhales] I'm tired, man.
Come on.
[Quiñones] We spent five years on this,
and you're just gonna fucking sit there?
[Muncie] Wait, so that's it?
Yo, Franco.
Yo!
Franco! Answer me!
I'm not who they turn to for convincing.
[horn honks]
[exhales]
'Cause I don't know what they want.
- What who wants?
- FBI.
They only listen to power.
[car tires screech]
Can't do my job in a meat grinder.
Wait, well, what what about WITSEC?
I'm sorry for wasting your time.
Supposed to return you to custody.
You probably got, like, 24 hours
before they realize I cut you loose.
I promised this meeting would free you.
So
go be free.
But if they get you, you're toast.
'Cause these fuckers, done.
- Franco, you're not making any sense.
- Maybe they find something.
You know, once they grab Julia Jayne,
proves you're innocent.
But they sure as hell
ain't touching the third rail.
They're all just cowards, man.
I'm sorry.
[soft music playing]
- What the fuck?
- [engine turns over]
[tires screech]
[tires screech]
What about Laura Jennings?
I mean, she was working with Mark.
Probably had her own research.
Maybe contact her widow?
Look.
[keys jingle]
[sniffles]
Take mine.
It's It's better that I rent than you.
You don't have to do this.
The brakes are shitty.
I'll bring it back to you.
I'll see you.
Or not.
[Elena] They're leaving.
You're no longer in FBI custody.
Can you tell me what the fuck
Franco's been dumped off the case.
- So? What does that mean?
- [Muncie sighs]
It means I probably got half a day
before the Philly PD's after me again.
You gotta get out of Nadia's.
Go somewhere
that I wouldn't even think, all right?
Don't book online. Just go,
and I'll call you when I'm finished.
Finish what? Muncie?
You have got to stop chasing this.
They're killing people.
Maybe now's the time to leave the country.
Just go.
Call me when you land.
[man] Waiting for someone?
Sort of.
Crazy what happened
with that Magnusson guy, huh?
My my brother's at Goldman.
Talks about the dude
like he's the second coming of Christ.
Men like him don't move the needle
in terms of what this country needs.
People with true power
avoid the spotlight. They don't bask.
[phone ringing]
[pensive music playing]
[exhales]
[door unlocks]
[Muncie] April Nix?
- Muncie Daniels.
- I know who you are.
You alone?
Yeah.
[exhales]
[Muncie] I'm so sorry for your loss.
When Laura came to see me,
I just couldn't talk to her.
I thought that she was after a story.
She wasn't always a muckraker.
You should read her early pieces
before she got on TV.
[siren wailing in the distance]
But she wanted to be famous.
Maybe you can relate.
Do you think it was really a heart attack?
No.
I think Revitalize went after her
the same way they did Mark Simon.
In fact, I think that she and Mark
were planning on exposing them.
I just can't figure out
exactly who they were going after.
If you're here for her computer,
it it's gone.
Wasn't in the hotel room.
I told the cops she carried it 24-7.
Was there anything else?
Like, you know, papers?
Notes?
Anything?
Laura had been talking to someone
the week before she died.
[sniffles, exhales]
[breathes deeply]
I didn't think it was anything,
but I'm starting to.
I've left messages,
I've I've texted, but
whoever it is probably just thinks
I'm a grieving widow.
I I don't know,
but may be worth a try. [sniffles]
[April exhales]
This is Muncie Daniels. We need to talk.
- [pensive music playing]
- [siren wailing]
[phone vibrating]
Hello?
[man] How do I know it's really you?
Tell me how to prove it.
All right.
Okay, how about we meet somewhere?
Location of your choice. Alone.
I'll text you.
[bell chiming]
[tour guide] Hear ye! Hear ye!
[indistinct chatter]
[man] So what do you want?
I wanna know what you and Laura Jennings
were talking about.
Why?
You know who I am.
You know what they did to me.
And I want what you know
so I can destroy them.
Who?
Revitalize.
[tour guide] Not only was he
our most heroic founding father,
but he was also just a fantastic man.
And yes, he had slaves, fine,
but everyone did back then,
or at least a fair amount of people did.
This asshole.
You better not fuck me on this.
Bro, I don't even know who you are.
Rodney Kraintz.
Who's Rodney Kraintz?
[man] You wouldn't know him.
Data analytics guru.
Started working with Revitalize
five years ago. Now
he's the silent majority investor.
Fucking up the planet
while pretending to save it.
Did Mark Simon know his name?
Laura was gonna tell him,
but they got to her first.
And what's his endgame,
besides killing people?
I don't know.
Power.
Prowess.
I know it's him.
Bro, I come all the way the fuck out here,
I need more than that.
I need a smoking fucking gun, all right?
There are no smoking guns
for guys like him.
You're on TV. Just put his name out there
and let people figure it out.
You put his name out there
and see what the fuck happens to you.
Don't fucking talk down to me, okay?
I know how this fucking goes, okay?
My brother got killed too.
Colorado?
Supposedly died in a car accident?
Jerry Park.
Oh fuck, man, I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.
Whatever, man. Good luck out there.
[pensive music playing]
This fucking place.
Franco, I think I might have the answer.
I need you to call me back
as soon as you can.
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Blessed are you among all women
[tranquil music playing]
[music halts]
[all cheering]
[woman laughing]
["Canto A Borínquen" by Willie Colón,
Héctor Lavoe & Yomo Toro playing]
That felt so good!
- Salud!
- Salud!
Ah! This fucking guy's on fire!
It's true. [moans]
Everybody gets another second.
- You feel good, Frankie?
- That's 'cause everything is good.
Which means he's getting laid,
or he's making his case.
Oh, you're saying I can't feel good
unless I'm getting fucked?
Maybe for once I'm ready to give
freeloading a shot, like all you bums.
[both laugh]
That's you. That's not me.
Come on. Wepa!
["Canto A Borínquen" continues]
[music fades]
[siren wailing in the distance]
[women chuckling]
[indistinct chatter]
[Quiñones sighs]
[horns honking in the distance]
[glove box thudding]
[glove box shuts]
[Quiñones sighs]
[faint click]
["Pa'lante"
by Hurray for the Riff Raff playing]
Oh I just wanna go to work
And get back home, and be something ♪
I just wanna fall and lie
And do my time, and be something ♪
Well I just wanna prove my worth
On the planet Earth, and be something ♪
I just wanna fall in love
Not fuck it up, and feel something ♪
Well, lately
It's been mighty hard to see ♪
Just searching for my lost humanity ♪
I look for you, my friend
But do you look for me? ♪
[music fades]
- [seagulls squawking]
- [waves crashing softly]
[soft music playing]
[music fades]
[opening theme music playing]
If you wanna run, then run away ♪
If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
If you wanna run, then run away ♪
If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
Oh yeah ♪
[music halts]
[cat meows]
[cat meows]
[pensive music playing]
[cat meows]
[Quiñones] I hear you, Brasco.
[meows]
[keypad clicks]
[papers rustling]
[phone chimes]
[pensive music continues]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[indistinct chatter]
You got IDs on any of these yet?
That's Stuart Magnusson.
We also got his bodyguard
and a third victim
we've identified as Donald Sloss Jr.
They were all shot.
So no more Magnusson?
No more Magnusson.
[camera shutter clicks]
And where the fuck is Muncie?
[indistinct chatter]
[fan clanking faintly]
[birds tweeting]
[man] You'll be safe.
Lucky I came up on you and found you.
Banged up a little bit.
Name is Rome, by the way.
Where am I?
Five Islands Park.
New Rochelle.
You can have one of those Percocets.
I already feel a little, uh
Pain's only gonna get worse.
[Muncie groans]
[dog barks]
[spout sploshes]
Take this.
[groans softly]
I know who you are.
You can trust me.
Second I saw you on the beach, I was like
"Boom."
"The killer himself."
As seen on TV.
Except looking three quarters dead.
I need to make a phone call.
- To who?
- My wife.
If the feds got your lady's line tapped,
that'll lead them to my doorstep.
Can't have those jackboot thugs
coming around here.
Okay, so can you just drop me off
at a hospital?
Don't tell me you're giving up
after what you did.
I didn't do anything.
No need to lie, brother.
I got you.
[Muncie exhales] I gotta go.
No. [sniffles]
Too risky.
Mm-mm. [inhales]
[pensive music playing]
Besides, it's fate I found you.
Fate?
When this whole thing started,
all I knew was
you was a guy who popped up on TV,
spouting bullshit.
[exhales] Then I Googled your ass.
Turns out, back in the day,
you were fighting the good fight.
Some bold-ass shit.
Then I realized,
chopping up that white power piece of shit
the way you did
was you getting back to your roots.
And brother
that woke me up.
And I bet I ain't the only one.
This is a turning point.
And Muncie Daniels
is the fucking catalyst.
Living up to your pop's legacy.
I didn't kill Brother14.
I just got caught up in some shit.
And now I'm just trying
to protect my family.
[breathes shakily]
I'm no revolutionary.
It wouldn't be the first time
a man became a symbol on accident.
The woman that's after me,
she's fucking lethal.
[inhales]
[pensive music continues]
Let her come my way.
A rot once took out a man's neck
with one bite.
Good luck, bitch.
[breathing shakily]
[softly] Good luck.
[detective 1] Hey.
No boats, no cars missing. Boss wants
to know why you're not picking up.
- 'Cause I'm asleep in bed.
- That's what I said.
He says, "Good. 'Cause I was afraid
he was at the Stu Magnusson crime scene."
- He really say that?
- Yeah.
Fucking guy.
- [woman] Here?
- [exhales]
[car door shuts]
Are you okay?
Am I okay?
I know you wanted
to take him out yourself.
[car engine turns over]
I mean, come on.
At least he's been taken out.
Right? At least it's over.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
No?
- What?
- Daniels, he didn't do this.
Someone just wants us to think that.
They want us saying shit like,
"At least it's over."
Yeah.
That's what I get for trying
to fucking console you.
Who is that?
This is Agent Quiñones and Agent Osman
with the FBI.
Julia Jayne. I run security
for Stu Magnusson's companies.
[detective 2] She's helping with
the estate security camera footage.
I was just explaining to Detective Ganster
I can give you full access right away.
It's not a problem.
Are you corporate or personal security?
All of the above.
[whistles]
Must be one hell of a black eye.
Any clue what happened?
Well, my guess is Muncie Daniels happened.
What makes you say that?
We're all aware that he confronted
and threatened Stuart three days ago.
Doesn't mean he's capable of this.
Well, have you located him?
It's my understanding
he's not amongst the casualties.
Why do you even think he'd be here?
Because I know that you wired up Daniels
in an attempt to incriminate Stuart,
and I know he then escaped your custody.
That must be a hell of a black eye.
Stuart told me last night
he planned to meet with Daniels
and resolve the situation man-to-man.
I warned him not to lower his guard
with an unhinged fugitive, but
I'd say he seems not to have listened.
You can save us all this speculation
by pulling some of that security footage,
don't you think?
Of course.
[indistinct chatter over radio continues]
[breathes deeply]
[phone ringing]
[Blake] Mommy.
Is this a kind picture?
[Lucie] Sure is.
Is that us?
Mom, that's stupid.
Tanner, apologize. Now.
[phone chimes]
- [Blake] Yes!
- [Tanner] It's mine!
[Blake] No.
- [Tanner] Give me it.
- [Blake] No! Why?
[Tanner, Blake] It's mine!
[Blake] I gave you it!
Now what are you gonna do?
[Tanner] Oh, so I can take your drawing
and scribble it
Oh, come on!
[Blake] No! Tanner, stop!
Mom!
[pensive music playing]
[keypad chiming]
[line ringing]
- [woman] Federal Bureau of Investigation.
- Hi.
I'm looking for Agent Franco Quiñones.
I have something he needs.
[Muncie groans]
[Rome] Patrice Lumumba's
just the tip of the iceberg.
[Muncie exhales]
You heard of The Jakarta Method?
The Indonesian army
murdered a million communists
with the full support
of good old fascist Uncle Sam.
CIA fed them intel,
the whole fucking caboodle.
We ain't talking
armed communist guerrillas.
We're talking a million ordinary folks
who happened to have
the wrong political views.
It'd be like if our government up
and decided to kill a million Republicans
["None of Us Are Free"
by Solomon Burke playing]
[Rome] What the hell?
Where are you going?
[Muncie panting]
There's nowhere else to hide!
["None of Us Are Free" continues]
None of us are free ♪
None of us are free
And one of us are chained ♪
None of us are free ♪
- [music halts]
- [camera shutter clicks]
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[man] Oh.
[Quiñones scoffs]
- [camera shutter clicks]
- [Quiñones exhales]
Looks like someone escaped that way.
Since you haven't found Daniels,
I'm guessing it was him.
Is that your theory?
Yes, it is.
Daniels has been fixated on Mr. Magnusson.
I mean, unless that fixation
was only ever coming from you,
given your longstanding crusade
against the man.
Crusade?
Okay. [chuckles]
So what's the deal with Don Sloss?
He worked security for us,
freelance basis.
And?
He was assigned
to Stuart's personal detail yesterday.
What about last week? Any chance
he was assigned to the Poconos?
I'm unsure about last week,
but I'll check the logs. Get back to you.
Why don't you do that?
- [phone vibrating]
- Excuse me.
[camera shutter clicks]
Okay, either she is covering her ass
because her biggest client just got offed,
or she's posthumously
covering Magnusson's ass
for whatever shit he was up to.
Or something else.
See if they got anything
off those surveillance backups yet.
[pensive music playing]
[cop] Detective.
- Hear anything?
- [detective 2] Yeah, nothing.
[whispers] Hey, Franco.
Yeah, thanks.
Muncie Daniels just turned up.
Hospital five miles from here.
- [Quiñones] When?
- Couple hours ago.
Locals told Philly police.
They tried to freeze us out.
Detective's still pissed
you bogarted Daniels.
- Where's that security woman?
- Took that call and never came back.
All right. Come on.
Huh.
[detective 1] What?
Probably nothing.
[indistinct chatter over speaker]
[Kallie] Hey.
It's me.
You're okay.
[siren wailing in the distance]
What happened?
You passed out. Full of Percocet, I guess.
Someone brought you here.
You mumbled my name to the nurse.
I drove straight up.
I brought you your clothes.
Anyone else know I'm here?
Somebody must,
'cause there's a cop outside the door.
Says Philly PD's on the way
to take you back into custody.
How'd you even get out?
They took me out.
- On bail?
- Yeah.
[Kallie] Were you a part of that?
Elena.
I gotta warn her.
Yeah, she's on her way.
No, no. Tell her to turn around
or go to the police station or something.
- Anywhere but here.
- Why?
- Kallie, please.
- Okay.
[breathing shakily]
- You said there's a cop in the hall?
- Yeah.
I need to talk to that cop.
Yeah, yeah, I got you.
- Go. Okay.
- I got you. Just lay down. Lay back down.
[Muncie exhales]
[door opens]
Hey.
[indistinct chatter over speaker]
Mr. Daniels?
There's a woman
who tried to kill me last night.
And I have reason to believe that she's
on her way here to do much more.
- It's a good thing I'm here.
- You're not listening.
I'm saying she knows I'm hurt.
She's gonna check all the hospitals
around here.
- I understand.
- No, no. You need to listen.
Officer. We need to talk.
Elena says she'll stay away, but she wants
to know why. What should I say?
Uh, just, uh, tell her that
Sorry about this.
Fucking serious?
I got a situation, all right?
Some folks are fighting downstairs.
- Got nothing to do with you.
- [Muncie] Seriously?
- [PA] Code Silver
- [Muncie] Officer, no. Fuck.
Kallie, I know that it's her.
How do you know?
Because I watched that woman
kill three people right in front of me.
She's fucking nuts.
She's pissed because I got the fuck away.
[alarm wailing]
Kallie, you can bust this frame.
I need you to get the fire extinguisher.
We need to get the fuck out of here.
[exhales]
- Okay.
- [PA] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
Come on. Do it!
[tense music playing]
All we know is the attacker stabbed
two patients in their sleep.
No witnesses?
Half these folks have late-stage dementia.
They don't know what they saw.
So we're just pulling everyone out.
[indistinct chatter]
[PA] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
[tense music continues]
[alarm continues wailing]
[man] All security,
please report to the fifth floor.
All security,
please report to the fifth floor.
Fuck me.
[commentator] If you're gonna invest
in ExxonMobil,
we're only gonna send it to you guys
if you guys are gonna invest it
in woke companies.
And then that's what these places do.
They invest it in these woke companies,
they make them
[woman] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
[music halts]
[Kallie] We're at Montefiore Hospital
on the sixth floor. Sixth.
No, this isn't about the stabbing.
Please, we need someone here now.
- [whispers] We don't got time for that.
- Okay.
[Muncie exhales]
Here.
[alarm continues wailing]
Is that her?
[tense music swell]
[woman] Code Silver, fifth floor.
Code Silver, fifth floor.
[Quiñones] Hello?
Looking for Muncie Daniels.
FBI.
[tense music continues]
[Quiñones] Hello?
Excuse me.
Hey, excuse me.
FBI, stop!
I said stop, now!
[tense music builds]
[nurse] Can I help you?
- [Quiñones grunts]
- [Kallie shrieks]
Khalil! Lobby, east stairwell.
Dressed as a doctor.
[tense music continues]
[sirens wailing in the distance]
[Quiñones] Fuck.
[breathing heavily]
Fuck.
Okay, thanks.
- Did we block off the streets?
- Yeah, but she's gone.
Fuck.
Philly PD showed up just in time.
[Quiñones] Shit.
- [Khalil] You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fucking great.
[Quiñones breathing heavily]
[speaker chimes]
[indistinct chatter over speaker]
Kallie, I I'm I'm truly sorry
for getting you dragged into this.
[phone rings in the distance]
Up to now, I thought that
it was too late.
- [Kallie sighs]
- You know, for us.
So I was just gonna let things
be the way they were.
Thought you maybe didn't want me
intruding in your life.
I'm not up for a heart-to-heart.
[siren wailing in the distance]
I will help you when shit goes down.
Always.
But I'm not into adult pretend.
This doesn't end with us going to dinner
and sharing a bottle of fucking rosé.
Kallie, who drinks rosé?
[Quiñones] You're good to go.
We'll call if we need another statement.
I'll wait till he's discharged.
That's fine, but he can't leave with you.
Philly police, they still have him
as their prime suspect.
She just tried to kill us.
Which is why they made
the trip for nothing.
How do you mean?
Federal agent got shot, so my boss
has just approved a task force.
I'm taking you to a safe house
and putting you in front of HQ folks
tomorrow coming up from DC.
I need to take care of my family.
- Either come with me or the Philly PD.
- I didn't do anything wrong.
- They don't know that.
- Then tell your task force to tell them.
I'm keeping you from them
to help procure the resources
to take these fuckers down.
So, either safe house or jail. Thoughts?
What if this woman tries
to come after my family?
I I get it. I really do.
But between the two of us,
we've got a name,
a connection to Magnusson,
and proof this woman tried to kill us.
Franco, I ain't doing shit
unless I have a protective order
for my wife, my son, and my daughter.
I'm fine.
[Khalil] Yeah.
[Kallie] She didn't see me,
doesn't know me,
and I don't need the feds
posted outside my house.
Promise me you'll stay safe.
I promise.
[pensive music playing]
[Muncie] So?
[indistinct chatter]
[phone line ringing]
[man] Hello, Julia.
[Julia] I'm gonna need an extract.
Why is that?
Had a confrontation with a fed.
I imagine you'll be hearing all about it.
Was it effective in terms of
It was not.
Probably made things worse,
which is why I need the out.
This seems unnecessarily complicated.
This will be finished.
I just need to make sure
I'm accounted for.
Of course, Julia.
If you get the job done.
The optics are now a problem.
[phone line ends]
[phone chimes]
[crickets chirping]
[birds tweeting]
[Muncie] He says he's close on this.
Between last night, the hospital,
and whatever information Lucie Snipes has,
he thinks this wraps it up.
How's he gonna trust that woman?
I guess she found her husband's hard drive
and called him.
Franco said he's looking at it.
Does it clear your name?
No idea.
[sighs]
Meantime, I got armed guards
outside the house.
Chuck's gonna love that.
Yeah? You tell Chuck
to take that shit up with me, a'ight?
I need you safe till I get there.
I miss you.
I miss you too.
[soft music playing]
I better go.
Okay.
Oh.
[phone unlocks]
And isn't it interesting
that only seven hours after his release,
billionaire Stu Magnusson
mysteriously turns up dead,
who Muncie Daniels was seen threatening
only a few days ago.
Oh fuck.
[commentator] Solari, the rookie,
leads it off for Villanova.
[indistinct chatter continues on TV]
[sips]
[Muncie exhales]
How you like Delaware?
Can we order some food?
There's ramen above the sink.
[commentator] the dish for Villanova.
He struck out his first time up.
Swenson had
So what's on that drive?
[Quiñones] Good stuff.
For a fucking Nazi,
he knew how to pull some threads.
Like?
You suddenly finding
the moral impulse to help?
Only if I get to go home.
According to Simon,
Stu Magnusson was just some money.
Real power was with someone else
at Revitalize.
Which now makes fucking sense.
Simon was alleging that whoever that is
had at least three people killed
in the last half year.
Check this out. [breathes deeply]
[exhales]
Six months ago,
political YouTuber named Jerry Park
dies in a car accident
near his Colorado home.
Like Simon,
Park had recently stopped supporting
the re-election
of Senate Energy Committee Chairman
Ross Wright.
Powerful motherfucker.
- According to Simon.
- According to Simon.
But then, three months ago,
popular radio host in Alaska
dies of a fentanyl overdose.
Wife swears he was a lifelong teetotaler.
Radio host supported an upstart candidate
who's now completely faded from the scene.
Then, last month,
precinct manager in North Carolina
dies of a heart attack
at age 41.
- Sound familiar?
- Yeah.
Precinct happens to be
in a swing county in a swing state
where there's a dead heat Senate race.
Guy's death could alter
the entire country's power balance.
According to Simon.
I think Simon got pissed
when he learned his sugar daddy
had become a globalist asshole
willing to kill American patriots.
They knew that
Stu Magnusson and Revitalize,
they didn't give a shit about a bunch of
Richard Spencer wannabes like them.
I think he was gathering proof.
And that he and Laura Jennings
were joining forces
to make as big a splash as possible
before this fall's election.
And I think that's why
someone at Revitalize had him killed.
Seems like you got enough.
Why do you need me?
You're a witness to three murders.
They'll want details.
'Cause right now,
this is just whack job theory.
For proof, I need you firsthand
telling my bosses
about murder fucking mansion.
Plus, your run-in with Laura Jennings.
The more credible you are,
the quicker they'll let you go.
Capisce?
I'm not eating no ramen.
[uneasy music playing]
[car engine turns over]
[tires screech]
[door opens, shuts]
- [Quiñones] There he is.
- Oh, thank God.
[Quiñones] All right?
Thank you.
[Quiñones] You didn't tip the pizza dude?
It was a pickup.
[Quiñones] I'm just giving you shit, man.
[jazz music playing faintly]
What, you think all Black folks don't tip?
Benny and I have a running joke.
Oh, I didn't see Benny laughing.
- You think Puerto Ricans are so perfect?
- I actually do.
You implying I'm right
about the tipping thing?
I'm implying that maybe Benny
should come up with a running joke
that all Puerto Ricans clap
when the plane lands.
- [Quiñones] Loco, that's not true.
- [Muncie] Yeah, it is.
All right, fine.
It's because it's miraculous.
These are massive chunks of flying metal.
We should be ecstatic
each time one touches down
- [Muncie chuckles]
- safely.
Loco, huh?
Term of endearment.
What, you think all Black guys
drink Maker's Mark?
[Quiñones] I do.
- We do.
- [Quiñones chuckles]
[Muncie] Uh-huh. Y'all COINTEL
motherfuckers fuck everybody.
The Panthers, the hippies, the feminists.
All Everybody.
You're brainwashed, bro.
That's one chapter in 115 years.
Yeah, one chapter in a book called
We Fuck With Everybody That Ain't Us.
- We do good stuff now.
- Get the fuck out of here.
- What you do? Infiltrate mosques?
- Stop domestic terror.
- What, like Brother14?
- Motherfucker's dead, isn't he?
- Shit, not by your ass.
- [chuckles]
[Quiñones inhales]
[gulps]
Why are you in this?
You know, I was NYPD until 9/11.
Didn't do shit for the world.
I switched over three months later.
I got 40-plus convictions to my name.
No, man. I mean
why do you care?
Personally?
Five years ago,
my brother Manny
got, uh, sucked into some extremism.
Started out simple.
Same kind of disinfo Revitalize pushes.
And then
[exhales]
suddenly he's in deep.
Accused me of either
being part of the cabal,
or I'm a sheep ‘cause I'm a fed.
Stopped talking to me.
Stopped talking to all his friends,
you know?
Next thing, he's running around
with a bunch of fuck-all Antifa types.
[breathes deeply]
Got his dumb ass killed.
Oh man.
Attacked a cop at a protest,
took six shots to the chest in return.
I'm sorry.
[Quiñones] Yeah, well
Fuck Revitalize.
[Quiñones] Ms. Snipes.
The hard drive lived up to its billing.
I think we'll be able
to get you what you've asked for.
And thanks to you both for being here.
Means a hell of a lot.
So you good? Everything good?
All right.
Agent Osman and I got to give our opening,
and then we'll bring you right in.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
- You good?
- Yeah.
[inhales, clears throat]
Beta blocker?
Shit doesn't work. [exhales]
[pills clattering]
What'd he mean about
getting you what you're asking for?
Witness protection.
I already told you what they've been doing
to me and my kids.
Is Stu really dead?
And you were there?
I thought you said you never met Stu.
I didn't think it was your business
when you asked before.
Who killed him?
Not sure if it's any of your business.
Said her name was Julia Jayne.
You knew her?
No. I I just saw her name
was on the hard drive.
[Lucie sighs]
So, what's he offering you
for talking to the feds?
- My life back.
- Oh yeah?
Yeah.
You had a good life?
[agent] Good morning.
So, as I said,
we appreciate you coming up last minute.
Well, you've done impressive work
getting the case this far.
Still a lot to do.
Which is why the task force
will be a big help in figuring out
who's calling the shots for Revitalize.
Yeah. We have two key witnesses outside.
Muncie Daniels and Mark Simon's widow.
They can substantiate that Julia Jayne
is working for Revitalize.
Now, based on Muncie's testimony,
we think that we can
[agent 1] Let me stop you there, guys.
We're delighted with the work you've done
in the Magnusson money trail,
his connection to white nationalists,
all very strong.
So Magnusson's muscle
is our target moving forward.
We bring her in, we close this case.
Sir, Julia Jayne takes orders
from higher up the Revitalize chain
than Magnusson.
And this drive
points to their involvement
in massive election interference,
including coercion,
to the point of murder.
And you've exposed the killers.
Not the higher-ups.
- Can you
- Your investigation was impressive.
But all you have is theory.
No name. No proof.
If we went after them,
they'd collapse the company tomorrow
and rebrand under a new name.
Our resources are better spent
going after domestic terrorist groups
like the Forge.
[Quiñones] Go to the next slide.
[pensive music playing]
That said, what you did with this
is exactly what the Bureau
aims to instill in our NATs.
You fucking kidding me?
You gonna fuck me down in Quantico
while you all go dark on Revitalize?
We're instructing you
to hand Daniels back to the Philly PD.
[woman] Thank you for all your work.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[Khalil] Next slide wasn't gonna do it.
[door opens, shuts]
- What the fuck?
- Hey!
You leave me hanging?
[breathing heavily]
- Huh?
- Come on.
[exhales] I'm tired, man.
Come on.
[Quiñones] We spent five years on this,
and you're just gonna fucking sit there?
[Muncie] Wait, so that's it?
Yo, Franco.
Yo!
Franco! Answer me!
I'm not who they turn to for convincing.
[horn honks]
[exhales]
'Cause I don't know what they want.
- What who wants?
- FBI.
They only listen to power.
[car tires screech]
Can't do my job in a meat grinder.
Wait, well, what what about WITSEC?
I'm sorry for wasting your time.
Supposed to return you to custody.
You probably got, like, 24 hours
before they realize I cut you loose.
I promised this meeting would free you.
So
go be free.
But if they get you, you're toast.
'Cause these fuckers, done.
- Franco, you're not making any sense.
- Maybe they find something.
You know, once they grab Julia Jayne,
proves you're innocent.
But they sure as hell
ain't touching the third rail.
They're all just cowards, man.
I'm sorry.
[soft music playing]
- What the fuck?
- [engine turns over]
[tires screech]
[tires screech]
What about Laura Jennings?
I mean, she was working with Mark.
Probably had her own research.
Maybe contact her widow?
Look.
[keys jingle]
[sniffles]
Take mine.
It's It's better that I rent than you.
You don't have to do this.
The brakes are shitty.
I'll bring it back to you.
I'll see you.
Or not.
[Elena] They're leaving.
You're no longer in FBI custody.
Can you tell me what the fuck
Franco's been dumped off the case.
- So? What does that mean?
- [Muncie sighs]
It means I probably got half a day
before the Philly PD's after me again.
You gotta get out of Nadia's.
Go somewhere
that I wouldn't even think, all right?
Don't book online. Just go,
and I'll call you when I'm finished.
Finish what? Muncie?
You have got to stop chasing this.
They're killing people.
Maybe now's the time to leave the country.
Just go.
Call me when you land.
[man] Waiting for someone?
Sort of.
Crazy what happened
with that Magnusson guy, huh?
My my brother's at Goldman.
Talks about the dude
like he's the second coming of Christ.
Men like him don't move the needle
in terms of what this country needs.
People with true power
avoid the spotlight. They don't bask.
[phone ringing]
[pensive music playing]
[exhales]
[door unlocks]
[Muncie] April Nix?
- Muncie Daniels.
- I know who you are.
You alone?
Yeah.
[exhales]
[Muncie] I'm so sorry for your loss.
When Laura came to see me,
I just couldn't talk to her.
I thought that she was after a story.
She wasn't always a muckraker.
You should read her early pieces
before she got on TV.
[siren wailing in the distance]
But she wanted to be famous.
Maybe you can relate.
Do you think it was really a heart attack?
No.
I think Revitalize went after her
the same way they did Mark Simon.
In fact, I think that she and Mark
were planning on exposing them.
I just can't figure out
exactly who they were going after.
If you're here for her computer,
it it's gone.
Wasn't in the hotel room.
I told the cops she carried it 24-7.
Was there anything else?
Like, you know, papers?
Notes?
Anything?
Laura had been talking to someone
the week before she died.
[sniffles, exhales]
[breathes deeply]
I didn't think it was anything,
but I'm starting to.
I've left messages,
I've I've texted, but
whoever it is probably just thinks
I'm a grieving widow.
I I don't know,
but may be worth a try. [sniffles]
[April exhales]
This is Muncie Daniels. We need to talk.
- [pensive music playing]
- [siren wailing]
[phone vibrating]
Hello?
[man] How do I know it's really you?
Tell me how to prove it.
All right.
Okay, how about we meet somewhere?
Location of your choice. Alone.
I'll text you.
[bell chiming]
[tour guide] Hear ye! Hear ye!
[indistinct chatter]
[man] So what do you want?
I wanna know what you and Laura Jennings
were talking about.
Why?
You know who I am.
You know what they did to me.
And I want what you know
so I can destroy them.
Who?
Revitalize.
[tour guide] Not only was he
our most heroic founding father,
but he was also just a fantastic man.
And yes, he had slaves, fine,
but everyone did back then,
or at least a fair amount of people did.
This asshole.
You better not fuck me on this.
Bro, I don't even know who you are.
Rodney Kraintz.
Who's Rodney Kraintz?
[man] You wouldn't know him.
Data analytics guru.
Started working with Revitalize
five years ago. Now
he's the silent majority investor.
Fucking up the planet
while pretending to save it.
Did Mark Simon know his name?
Laura was gonna tell him,
but they got to her first.
And what's his endgame,
besides killing people?
I don't know.
Power.
Prowess.
I know it's him.
Bro, I come all the way the fuck out here,
I need more than that.
I need a smoking fucking gun, all right?
There are no smoking guns
for guys like him.
You're on TV. Just put his name out there
and let people figure it out.
You put his name out there
and see what the fuck happens to you.
Don't fucking talk down to me, okay?
I know how this fucking goes, okay?
My brother got killed too.
Colorado?
Supposedly died in a car accident?
Jerry Park.
Oh fuck, man, I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.
Whatever, man. Good luck out there.
[pensive music playing]
This fucking place.
Franco, I think I might have the answer.
I need you to call me back
as soon as you can.
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Blessed are you among all women
[tranquil music playing]
[music halts]
[all cheering]
[woman laughing]
["Canto A Borínquen" by Willie Colón,
Héctor Lavoe & Yomo Toro playing]
That felt so good!
- Salud!
- Salud!
Ah! This fucking guy's on fire!
It's true. [moans]
Everybody gets another second.
- You feel good, Frankie?
- That's 'cause everything is good.
Which means he's getting laid,
or he's making his case.
Oh, you're saying I can't feel good
unless I'm getting fucked?
Maybe for once I'm ready to give
freeloading a shot, like all you bums.
[both laugh]
That's you. That's not me.
Come on. Wepa!
["Canto A Borínquen" continues]
[music fades]
[siren wailing in the distance]
[women chuckling]
[indistinct chatter]
[Quiñones sighs]
[horns honking in the distance]
[glove box thudding]
[glove box shuts]
[Quiñones sighs]
[faint click]
["Pa'lante"
by Hurray for the Riff Raff playing]
Oh I just wanna go to work
And get back home, and be something ♪
I just wanna fall and lie
And do my time, and be something ♪
Well I just wanna prove my worth
On the planet Earth, and be something ♪
I just wanna fall in love
Not fuck it up, and feel something ♪
Well, lately
It's been mighty hard to see ♪
Just searching for my lost humanity ♪
I look for you, my friend
But do you look for me? ♪
[music fades]