Rabbit Hole (2023) s01e08 Episode Script

1
♪
REPORTER: Authorities have
identified a person of interest
in the mysterious death of
Treasury Official Edward Homm.
That's my Stacy. Someone's at the door.
- The fuck?
- BEN: I was afraid of that.
[GRUNTING]
Kills a guy with a fire extinguisher
and suddenly he's in MI5.
- You said he was okay.
- He's fine.
Edward Homm is the story here.
Think about it. Can you
think of one other person
in the last 2,000
years? My source, Zaius,
said he's gonna get me
proof that Ed is not dead.
Weir didn't kill anybody. I have proof.
Oh, you figured out the
stuff in the briefcase?
Whoever has this info
controls everything.
- Where are you going?
- To find him.
Maybe he went to his ex-wife's.
I didn't know Weir even had an ex.
- It's really good you came.
- It doesn't hurt
to look like successful
co-parents every once in a while.
- [KNOCKING]
- Sir?
- What's this?
- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
What can I offer you
to make you forget
this file ever existed?
Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
I'd like to be made the
head of the task force
that's tracking down John Weir.
REPORTER: The Senate majority leader
has called for an immediate vote
on the shared data act.
This wasn't about
winning the presidency.
This was about passing
a piece of legislation
that the senator campaigned on.
And when it does, Crowley gains access
to thousands of data points
on every single American.
- Your father is using you.
- Liar!
- [GRUNTING]
- [THUDDING]
Someone's telling you
what to fucking say?
CROWLEY: Hello, John.
Been running an op on me, Dad?
Jesus Christ!
Crowley wants no loose ends
in the Homm operation.
He just fucking outplayed me, John.
I'm so sorry.
No more apologizing.
Just tell me that we're
gonna work together
to stop this motherfucker
once and for all.
[SHOPPING CARTS RATTLING]
Another week? Seriously?
You were supposed to
be done a month ago.
- [CAR BEEPS]
- [TRUNK UNLOCKS]
Yeah, but what about my job, my career?
I know things happen, but I mean
We can talk about this when
you're back, whenever that is.
It's giving me a headache
and that is the last
thing I need right now.
[GASPS]
♪
[INDISTINCT, OVERLAPPING
NEWS BROADCASTS]
DEBRA WYMAN-MASSEY: And
with a stroke of the president's pen,
The Nora Evers American
Protection Act has become law.
Today, the government begins
sharing vast amounts of data
with approved intelligence contractors.
But is the cost of security too high?
Can we, as American citizens,
trust our personal data
to the federal government?
To privatized intelligence?
[OVERLAPPING BROADCASTS]
CROWLEY: Bring Arda engine online.
OPERATIVE: Copy that.
Prepare inputs.
OPERATIVE 2: Preparing.
Link to Intaverse company databases.
OPERATIVE 3: Copy.
Link to social media
companies provided by Data Act.
OPERATIVE: Linking.
Download data points.
OPERATIVE 3: Downloading.
Isolate most active users
by political beliefs.
OPERATIVE 2: Copy.
Isolating Downloading.
- Index.
- OPERATIVE: Indexing.
Parse advertisement targeting data.
- Parsing.
- Index.
- OPERATIVE 2: Indexing.
- Parse newsfeed user algorithms.
Index.
OPERATIVE 3: Indexing.
Isolate federal judicial roster.
OPERATIVE: Isolate. Copy.
- Index.
- OPERATIVE 2: Copy. Indexing.
Use Cyto-23 home DNA test data.
- OPERATIVE: Collecting data.
- Index.
Downloading.
Isolate users with anxiety
disorders and depression.
Isolating. Copy.
OPERATIVE 3: Parsing data.
OPERATIVE: Downloading complete.
Index is complete.
Execute.
NEWSMAN: A bizarre scene
in Washington, D.C.
as three federal judges on
the prestigious D.C. circuit
have died or been
killed in a single day.
None of the cases seem to be connected,
but the D.C. circuit court
has been shut indefinitely
- for fear of further violence.
- It's begun.
- HAILEY: Crowley?
- Yeah.
HAILEY: It's like the most
powerful court in the country.
Crowley's just shut it down.
Then he'll probably pack
it full of his own people,
or just not reopen it again.
He-He's taking over.
He paralyzes the courts, then what?
We were in, uh, in
India, in Mumbai, once.
We were looking out over the slums.
And he said, "They should all
be put down like rabid dogs."
Then he said, "The one thing
this country has got right
is the caste system."
Uh, "People know their place
and they're kept there."
He'll build the country
he's always wanted.
Ruled over by a privileged few.
He'll create a permanent underclass,
women in the home,
homosexuals in the closet.
Or, better still, buried in the ground.
It's the world of a hundred years ago.
His world.
God help us all.
Let's talk about next steps.
HOMM: We have documented
proof of a conspiracy.
It-It's bigger than
the Pentagon Papers,
Panama Papers, Pandora Papers.
I could build a
bulletproof case on this.
- Anyone could.
- Can we just go public?
Well, hardly.
Right now, Crowley
controls the narrative.
You know, he's got the
media blabbing nonstop
about the Evers
assassination and dead judges.
And he'll use fear
to turn public opinion
against whatever we throw out there.
He's right. We have to
control the narrative first.
Then we can reach out
to specific journalists.
I've got some ideas about that.
- Isn't it too late?
- WEIR: There's a window.
But it's closing. Which is why
I think, for maximum exposure,
we need to move over to the Homm Plan.
Um, Homm Homm Plan?
There's a Homm Plan?
- Of course, are you blind?
- WEIR: There's a Homm Plan.
And it's pretty simple.
We reveal that you're
alive, it'll go viral.
At which point, the public
controls the narrative.
We move in from there.
The bread crumbs we've been
throwing out to Morgan Shaw
will pay off in a viral moment.
You're You're Zaius?
It's much easier to create a folk
hero now than it was back in the day.
HOMM: Hold on.
"Ed Is Not Dead" is you two?
- I-I thought that was
- Just post something on Reddit
and buy likes from a
Filipino click farm,
and bingo, people are in love.
"Click farm."
Are you serious?
- [CREW CHATTING]
- [MACHINERY WHIRRING]
- [DOOR OPENING]
- [LAUGHING] I don't even know.
So that's
Debra.
And that's Uh, just
give me one, just
Just wait a-a minute.
Uh-uh.
What?
You got a bizarre message
in your public account.
I thought it was
typical wingnut bullshit,
but, uh, it said
- [SIGHS] Okay, first thing
- Spit. Spit it out.
Sorry. I
There was an attachment.
♪
[TAPPING]
- She's in.
- BEN: Wow.
Briar Park Grill, 8:00 a.m.
There's only one thing that
worries me about this plan.
It doesn't end with Crowley's death.
And that's the only way to stop him.
Dad. You have to trust me.
I know it's not a big
thing in our family,
but we don't have a
choice. This is gonna work.
Hmm. Okay.
"Okay"?
Wow.
[YAWNING]
You should get some sleep.
Yeah.
You, too.
Weir
Um
You had me worried.
I was I was worried about you.
I know. I'm sorry.
I get it.
No, no, I-I don't think you do.
Look, I-I wasn't
trying to be cute, okay,
putting you on the bus.
What we're doing right now is dangerous
and I was trying to protect you.
This work, um
I'm gonna be honest, it
it's cost me everything.
And I mean everything.
Like your friends?
Valence?
Yeah.
Your wife?
What What happened with her?
[EXHALES]
A job went wrong.
I fucked up, she got hurt.
Caught in the middle.
And then she left.
You still love her?
Hailey, I think you know
how I feel about you.
Yeah.
Well, let's face it, I'm not the most
[SNAPS FINGERS] stable guy, so
[LAUGHS]: No.
I don't think I could handle
losing someone like you.
I know I couldn't handle it.
I went to Jo Madi.
What?
I I-I was worried, I-I
You were out of your mind, you were
I figured an arrested John
Weir was an alive John Weir.
You said Jo Madi was honest.
So I
I gave her some information
to-to prove what was going on and
and I-I asked her to arrest you.
To take you off the street
so that you could be safe.
♪
Okay.
Okay?
Yeah, okay.
I mean, I I get it.
You thought you had one shot
to protect me and you took it.
- Okay.
- [SHAKY LAUGH]
You did it because
Yeah.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah?
- WEIR: Yeah.
- Yeah.
♪
♪
What do you want from me?
What do you want?
MAN: Yes, sir.
We have her. What's next?
Yes.
Yes, sir.
What What do you want?
Tell me, I'll give it to you.
What do you want?
It's okay.
We just need proof of life.
No. No. No. No!
- No Ahh! Ahh!
- [CRUNCHING]
♪
Morning, team. Sorry I'm late.
As the lead investigator, I
thought it would be prudent
to do a point-by-point
review of all the information
that we've gathered to date.
So, to start, I
- [KNOCKING]
- Sorry, I have Chloe for you.
Uh, hard pass.
She says it's important.
Un-fucking-believable.
- What's up, honey?
- CHLOE: Hey, Mom.
- Everything okay?
- CHLOE: No.
Mommy went to the store and I
forgot to tell her I wanted Pringles.
Seriously?
Well, why are you
calling me and not her?
CHLOE: I did, but she won't answer.
Well, she just left
her phone in the car.
Like she always does.
Guess you're just gonna have
to rough it today, Chloe.
CHLOE: But Mom
Sorry, there's Mac Cheezies
on top of the fridge.
And no more calls,
unless it's an emergency.
Um, otherwise, text.
What the hell?
Hailey, you're with
Ed, you know what to do.
- I'll see you at 4:00.
- Okay.
As for you, I have a pickup
in Yonkers. It's important.
[BEN CLEARS THROAT]
The ex-wife you neglected
to tell me about.
[WEIR CHUCKLES]
How'd you know about that?
[CHUCKLING]: Oh, you lied to me.
Well, not technically, you never asked.
Her name is Liv, she's expecting you,
and I know I can count
on you to keep her safe.
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
Please try not to
scare her unnecessarily.
All right.
♪
Everything's a lie.
Like my marriage.
My death, even me being alive
it's all made-up.
I don't know
I don't know what's real.
I killed someone.
What's that?
I'm not stupid, you know, I
I know what I did to that
security guy at the Gao thing.
I killed him.
Well, um
I'm pretty sure he would've
he would've killed if you didn't, Ed.
- Do you think he had a family?
- HAILEY [CHUCKLING]: What?
I I don't know.
He at least had a dog, don't you think?
I-I have no idea. Listen
What if his dog has one of those
hard-to-adopt personalities?
You know, protective and nippy.
Do you think they put him down yet?
S-Stop doing this.
Did you notice that black SUV has been
behind us for a long time?
Don't worry, Ed. It's fine.
I know what I'm doing.
♪
Hi. Could I interest you
in some Girl Scout cookies?
[LAUGHS] Come on in.
Thank you.
- You're English.
- BEN: I'm afraid so.
Did my son never tell you?
No, he didn't.
Well, sounds like him.
[CHUCKLES]
Wow.
Is this
Is he my
This is Samuel.
- He's just at a friend's house now
- Wow.
but he'll be back. And,
uh, when he's here, we'll go.
Hmm.
He'll be back soon.
Yeah.
♪
I didn't quite know what
to make of your email.
You could've been a crank
or a kidnapper or something.
Technically, I suppose I am.
[CHUCKLES] Yes, according to this.
Look, the reason that I'm
bringing this to you
And I'll be brutally honest,
most people in our society
don't trust the news
unless it's feeding the narrative
they already want to hear.
But somehow you have managed
to maintain your integrity.
You command respect.
So what are we talking about?
On this thumb drive is
everything you need to know
about the people responsible
for the assassination
of Senator Evers.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
This is a widespread conspiracy
to take over the United
States of America.
Moreover, I can bring you a dead man
that you can resurrect on television
to expose it all: Edward Homm.
I only have one condition.
That this is presented
on live television.
Think I have a few favors
I can call in. What else?
♪
Well, we have to get going.
Uh, and one more thing
don't make me out to be a fool.
My reputation is all I have.
- See you later.
- WEIR: Yeah.
[SIGHS]
- [TIRES SQUEALING]
- MADI: Oh, you're paying?
I haven't even ordered yet.
After all this time, I worried
that this was gonna be anticlimactic.
But honestly it feels better
than I even imagined it.
I didn't kill anybody.
Hmm, no?
You just show up at crime scenes
at the same time people die?
Valence?
He jumped.
Your team?
They were shot, murdered.
Come on, you know I wasn't there.
You saw the video
from the security feed.
Then how do you know they were shot?
What about Homm?
There's video of him
getting into your car.
What? No answer? No excuse?
Murdering a government
official is a federal crime.
And murdering someone who's
part of the Justice Department,
- well, that's
- Homm's not dead.
Oh. Bullshit.
- He's not and I can prove it.
- Stop it, Weir.
This is bullshit.
It's a distraction. He's just
you know, muddying the
waters or something.
Just look at my phone, okay?
I took a picture of him this morning.
I'm the only person
who knows where he's at.
You want to talk to him,
you need to listen to me.
Let's see it.
Yes, sir.
WEIR: He stumbled across this conspiracy
during his investigation.
That's why they wanted him dead.
I got to him first, I
saved his fucking life.
- He says Homm's still alive.
- MADI: crazier than normal, Weir.
- Yes, sir.
- WEIR: Oh, come on, you've seen
some of the evidence, it's undeniable.
The connections. And there's more.
A ton more. And I will give
it to you. I just need a favor.
No. No, this isn't you making a deal.
- This is you going down.
- O-Okay.
I get it, okay, you wanted
to arrest me for a long time,
congratulations, you win.
Okay?
But I know who you are.
I know that you're a good cop.
I know that you're honest
and I know that you're
not involved in this
Yeah, yeah, this isn't the first
time that we've danced, okay?
I know where this goes.
You'll lead me to some
bullshit empty house
and then you'll take that
opportunity to escape.
Goddammit! I am not playing games, okay?
You have me in custody.
I need to make a phone call
to know that my family is safe.
Once I know that they're
where they're supposed to be,
I'm in, I'll cooperate.
No deal.
- Why not?
- You.
I don't trust you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Fuck.
♪
Where are we going?
Hang on a minute.
Got something I want to show you.
You see that up there?
All those people?
All those people, they believe in you.
- Oh, my God.
- [HAILEY LAUGHS]
- Oh, my God.
- Yep.
Oh, shit!
- [CROWD SHOUTING]
- MAN: Come on!
Have you lost your mind?
Get in the fucking car.
- [CROWD EXCLAIMING]
- WOMAN: Shit, it's him!
Turn around.
- I'm real!
- You were just supposed
- to wave at them.
- WOMAN 2: He's alive!
Unbelievable.
You were not supposed
to jump out of the car.
- Wait, what This is the plan?
- This is the plan.
Back off. Yeah, that's him.
Zaius is never wrong.
He came to cheer on the protestors.
CROWD [CHANTING]: Ed's
not dead! Ed's not dead!
MORGAN SHAW: It's all
happening, people.
Ed's not dead! Ed's not dead!
Did you see that? That
was kind of amazing.
- [LAUGHING]
- You see? I told you, Ed.
Let's go fuck 'em up.
We're gonna fuck 'em up!
- Yeah. We're gonna fuck 'em up.
- Okay. Yeah.
- We're gonna fuck 'em up. Come on.
- Fuck 'em up.
I smell bullshit on
this Weir phone call ask.
If there's one thing
I know about this guy,
it's whatever you think he's up
to, he's up to something else.
It's probably a signal to alert his team
that he's been caught.
Well, he's not lying about this, though.
What do we got to lose?
Family could be useful as leverage.
Can you find out where they live?
Yeah, yeah, I can get that out of him.
I already know where they live.
Uh, I've been there.
MORELLO: Impressive, Madi.
Give me the address.
I'll send a team to bring them in.
Yes, sir.
[PHONE CHIMES]
So now, AP classes and test scores,
they're as out of fashion as
shoulder pads.
But if you ask me, it's
just exchanging one form
- of teenage stress for another.
- Yeah. [CHUCKLES]
Yeah, I see your point.
Um, perhaps you should call him again?
I'm not worried.
Well, see, I know you know
the kind of, um, business
your-your former husband
was engaged in, and I
don't want to alarm you,
but it-it never hurts to
be a little extra cautious.
Okay
Okay, let's call him.
[LINE RINGING]
[LINE RINGING]
[LINE CONTINUES RINGING]
AUTOMATED VOICE: Your
call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
At the tone, please
record your message.
- When you have finished recording
- [PHONE BEEPS]
We'll take my car.
I need to speak to Madi. Please.
♪
Hands up. Get out of the car.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
[EXHALES]
What do you want?
Where's Madi?
She sent me. [CLEARS THROAT]
- Why? Where is she?
- Family shit.
Her wife or daughter are
always whining about something.
What do you want?
Same thing, family shit.
I'd like to know mine's safe.
Yeah, the chief sent a team
over to your wife's house
and they're bringing them in.
How's he know where she lives?
- Madi told him.
- Madi's wrong, okay?
She only thinks she
knows where my wife lives.
Right now, she sent your
chief on a wild goose chase.
That's not where they are.
Oh, yeah?
So where are they?
I thought you wanted to keep them safe.
Look, I can bring them in.
I can personally guarantee their safety,
you just got to give me their address.
You promise?
Yeah. Yeah.
Shake on it.
2352 Grosvenor Avenue. Yonkers.
Got it.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Oh, fuck.
WEIR: Shake on it.
2352 Grosvenor Avenue. Yonkers.
Got it.
[CHUCKLES]
[BEEPS]
[GRUNTS]
♪
[DOOR SLAMS]
[ALARM WAILING]
- Fuck.
- Weir!
Come on, this way.
You're gonna have to
rough it today, Chloe.
- CHLOE: But Mom
- MADI: Sorry.
There's Mac Cheezies
on top of the fridge.
And no more calls, unless
it's an emergency. Uh, otherwise, text.
[EXHALES]
What the hell?
[MADI DIALING PHONE]
[LINE RINGING]
WEIR: Jo Madi.
John Weir.
WEIR: I'll skip right to it.
You've seen the files,
so at this point you know
that Morello and half the
FBI are involved in this.
Yes.
WEIR: And now you realize
that if you ignore the information,
you're on the wrong side of it.
Yes.
WEIR: Which I'm hoping
makes it impossible
for you not to
take action against them.
- Yes.
- [WEIR CHUCKLES]
Well, it appears, Agent Madi,
that we are actually on the same side.
You are correct and I'm
not fucking happy about it.
WEIR: I bet. So
[SIGHS] So, what's the
fucking plan now, asshole?
- [ALARM WAILING]
- Weir.
Come on, this way.
[ALARM WAILING]
- HOMM: What time is it?
- 4:00 on the nose, we made it.
Thought the studio was uptown.
It is.
- Thank you.
- I'll meet you up there, Weir.
Yeah. Let's go.
[ALARM DISTANTLY WAILING]
Madi?
What the hell's going on?
NEWSWOMAN: Internet media is ablaze
with alleged eyewitness sightings
of Treasury Investigator
Edward Homm, previously thought
to be kidnapped and
murdered a few weeks ago.
Long-time new media
conspiracist Morgan Shaw
has been following these
rumors for some time now
and has video of someone who
appears to be Edward Homm
at a data privacy rally in Midtown.
But could this possibly be true?
Well, this journalist can
confirm that Edward Homm
is indeed alive.
I can also confirm he will
be here, in the studio,
for an exclusive
interview at top of the hour.
[RATTLING]
♪
♪
[BEN GRUNTS]
CROWLEY: You were always naive, Ben.
BEN: Oh, please.
Just put a bullet in my head.
You've won.
Dying a hero's death.
To save what?
This pathetic mess you call a country?
You know how fucked up it is.
We took a wrong turn.
A long, long time ago.
And now I'm in a position
to fix it.
People need to have their
decisions made for them.
And you know it. It's the only way
to restore some fucking balance.
BEN: Balance?
[CHUCKLES] You think I
don't know what you're saying
when you talk about "balance"?
[CROWLEY CHUCKLES]
Of course I do.
It's time to bring the dogs to heel.
This country is not yours to take.
I already took it.
♪
[CRYING QUIETLY]
- [CRASHING]
- GUARD: What was that?
What? What's going on?
The door.
- [GUNFIRE]
- [SCREAMING]
- [MAN YELLS]
- [BODY THUDS]
- What's going on? Hello?!
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Fuck! Who are you?!
- It's almost time. You ready?
- Hmm?
Yeah, yeah.
Well, a little nervous.
Sweating a little, too.
But it's
Hey. You're gonna be great.
Yeah.
Oh, my God, Ed, you got to see
these amazing suits they pulled for you.
[KNOCKING]
You guys need to see something.
What?
JESS: DOJ.
Supposedly they have an
injunction to stop the broadcast.
I sent a team from Legal to verify.
Bullshit. It's not real.
How do you know that?
Because there's no way
they could get a judge
to sign off on it that fast.
Well, most of our security
team is down there,
so they won't get by.
Maybe that's the point.
It's a distraction.
It's all in order.
You have five minutes to comply.
Five minutes? Where'd
you come up with that?
I think we have the right
to review this more properly.
Why don't you take a seat?
DOJ AGENT: No. Everything's in order.
- Is it?
- You see the stamp.
LAWYER: Is this even stamped properly?
DOJ AGENT: It's stamped.
LAWYER: Five minutes is ridiculous.
We will review these documents
in a timely fashion
[VOICES CONTINUE INDISTINCTLY]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
Come on.
[BOTH GRUNT]
Oh, shit.
Lock him up till the cops get here.
KYLE: Nothing personal, boss.
It was just a job, okay? I
just did it for the money.
Shouldn't take it so
personally, you know?
- We want upstairs access now.
- That's not gonna happen.
Forget it. Let's go.
Hey, where the hell do
you think you're going?
- I'm sorry, but we can't let you pass.
- Yeah? Did you read the injunction?
- I have read the injunction
- Yeah.
- And it's stamped by a judge.
- I'm sorry,
- what lawyers are you?
- Department of Justice.
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
- Don't touch me.
- We just need a little time.
[OVERLAPPING ARGUING]
- AGENT: FBI! FBI!
- MADI: FBI, you're under arrest!
Hands on your head! Put
your hands on your head!
AGENT: Hands, hands! Let's see 'em!
Turn around!
MADI: These people are not DOJ.
AGENT: On the ground!
RASCHE: Jesus, Madi,
I hope you're right.
He's going down, Rasche. You'll see.
That his?
Let's see what we got.
[UNZIPPING]
[RATTLING]
- [CLANKING]
- [RATTLING]
Lock this up.
♪
CROWLEY: Prepare inputs.
OPERATIVE: Copy that.
- Link to databases.
- Linking.
- Index.
- OPERATIVE 2: Indexing.
[PHONE RINGING, BUZZING]
[ZIPS BAG]
Hello?
Yes.
What?
CROWLEY: Herpes.
Porn history and statutory
arrest for soliciting.
[MUFFLED VOICE OVER PHONE]
But the one I see here,
where your father, the district judge,
managed to sweep it all under the rug
[MUFFLED VOICE CONTINUES]
Soliciting a minor? Very nasty.
[CHUCKLING]: Why would
you take so many pictures?
[MUFFLED VOICE CONTINUES]
Does your wife know?
I mean Jennifer.
Does Jennifer know?
[MUFFLED VOICE CONTINUES]
I understand.
[KNOCKING]
JESS: Five minutes.
Let's get you to set.
HAILEY: Okay, thanks.
You are ready.
They're here.
Jess, your wife's on
nine, says it's urgent.
Okay.
- Go get 'em, buddy.
- Thank you.
Hey.
Okay, Ed, all you have
to do is follow my lead.
We've already got the, uh, frame stores
of the leaders and
financials all loaded in.
I'll set everything up and
all you got to do is, um
tell me what we're looking at. You good?
- I'm good. Thanks.
- Good. Okay.
Got some water there.
- Thanks.
- Okay.
- He's gonna be fine.
- Yep.
One minute.
Who is this?
How do you know that?
How could you know that?
Please don't.
I'll do whatever you want.
Let's put up the graphics package.
Prepare to cut in. 30 seconds.
JESS: No, wait.
Don't cut in.
- Holding.
- Why, what? What's happening?
Why are we stopping?
I'll be right back.
Jess? Why are we stopping?
What's going on?
He wants to talk to you.
CROWLEY: I have your father
and I have your wife.
Say hello, Ben.
Fuck you.
Any deviation from
what I tell you to do,
I'll kill them.
There will be no broadcast, of course.
Understood?
Understood.
CROWLEY: Good.
My father used to try and tell me
that the people you cared about the most
would be your greatest weakness.
If someone was coming after you,
they'd be the way in. [CHUCKLES]
CROWLEY: You should've
listened to your father.
Oh, that's not the first
time I've heard that.
[SIGHS]
Well, now you've got him.
There's nothing I can do about it.
You've been waiting for
this for a long time.
And I'm in no position to beg.
Or ask.
But I would be really grateful
if you would consider
letting my ex-wife go.
She's not a part of this.
I'm not letting her go.
She obviously still
means something to you
and that's the point.
She doesn't know anything.
What is your play here?
Wasting time?
For what, exactly?
It's over.
My wife left me because
she was kidnapped.
By one of my competitors.
They threatened to kill her if I
didn't do everything that they asked.
They even sent me part of her finger,
to make their point.
What the fuck is he
saying? What's he on about?
So I had to hire a pro
to get her back, a real badass.
And it worked. I got her back.
But she never talked to me again.
None of this matters.
You may be right about that.
You see, 'cause the
woman that you've got
isn't my ex-wife.
[GUNSHOTS, IMPACTS ECHOING]
She's the person I sent in to get her.
Fuck! Who are you?!
Your husband sent me.
- Let's go.
- So good luck with that, motherfucker.
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING]
No. No, no. No, no, no, no
[GUNFIRE]
Clear!
What the blue, bloody fuck was that?
Yeah, sorry about that.
BEN: I suppose you kept me in the dark
because you felt up till now
you couldn't trust me, yes?
WEIR: No, I was playing the
narrative to the bitter end,
just like you taught me.
- God
- [CROWLEY WHEEZING, COUGHING]
[WEIR EXHALES]
WEIR: Besides, you've got him now.
He's all yours.
[COUGHING]
John, that's the nicest thing
anyone's ever done for me.
WEIR: Well, that's kind of sad, Dad.
But you're welcome.
[COUGHING, WHEEZING]
Oh, fuck.
[WHEEZING]
Do you know I've spent
the best part of my life
watching you?
Chasing you.
Hiding from you.
I sacrificed my family.
My wife, my son.
A lot of the time, my sanity.
[CROWLEY COUGHING]
I wanted there to be some
wonderful conclusion, you know?
[LAUGHS]
The mother of all confrontations.
[SIGHS] But fuck it,
you can't even stand up.
- Tell me something.
- [CROWLEY COUGHING]
BEN: Did you, at any time,
have a nagging doubt that
you might have been wrong?
No, of course not.
[WHEEZING]
So, what's wrong with you, hmm?
[CROWLEY COUGHS]
How ill are you?
[CROWLEY HACKING]
Maybe I should just let you die.
CROWLEY: The only doubt
that I ever had
was about you.
[GUNSHOT ECHOES OVER PHONE LINE]
HAILEY: Weir!
- Weir?
- Don't worry about him now.
Let's get this going.
- Come on.
- STAGE MANAGER: And we're in.
In five, four, three
♪
Many times in our nation's history,
we have heard pundits and politicians
speak of vast conspiracies
to undermine the will of the people
and rule from the shadows.
Very few, if any, of
these tales has ever
had evidence to back such claims.
Until now. Until tonight.
Joining me is Treasury
Investigator Edward Homm,
who, until recently,
was officially deceased.
But now sits in front
of us alive and well
with an incredible story to tell.
Go ahead.
Uh
[MOUTHING]
Our team has accumulated
enough evidence to bring
thousands of indictments
and arrests against
the richest and most powerful
people in this country,
many recognizable.
A far-reaching conspiracy
to control our lives while maintaining
the illusion of democracy.
But this about more than that.
This is about trust.
We-we place a lot of trust
in institutions and politicians,
businesses or even a spouse.
A family.
Without thinking about whether or not
they have really earned it.
We log into social media sites,
shop online, run our genealogy,
vote for politicians
You surrender
your information, pieces
of yourself, to them.
You are trusting them.
Bunch of boring ones
and zeroes. Just data.
But data that, in the wrong hands,
can be used against you.
We've-we've all known this is possible.
Right? Somewhere in our
minds, we've always
known, but, uh
But still, we do it.
Because we don't really have a choice.
But now we have evidence
that proves that these powerful
people and corporations use us.
Manipulate us.
And have long ago compromised our trust.
It's time for them to pay.
Ed is not dead.
[PHONE CHIMES]
MADI: Weir.
[SIGHS]
Agent Madi.
Just so you know: I have enough evidence
to put you away for
that Esper Ethicka job
you pulled at the steakhouse.
I'm sure you think you do.
Am I under arrest?
Not today.
I have to spend some
time with my family.
God help me.
Tomorrow, then.
Tomorrow.
What the fuck was that?
What was what? [CLEARS THROAT]
The look that Madi just gave you.
What are you talking about?
Hailey, I still know when you're lying.
I'm not lying.
I'm evading.
Okay, fine, when I met with Madi, I
I made a deal. I saw an opening
to get closure with my old boss.
Oh, my God.
You had her arrest him instead of me.
He's a dirtbag.
And what about the money you stole?
As far as the FBI is concerned
there was no money.
Wow.
You're not mad about that, are you?
Nope. Not mad.
Just did not see that coming.
Okay, and?
I'm a little nervous.
You're getting really
fucking good at this.
I'm a work in progress.
- [CHUCKLES] Yes, you are.
- [CHUCKLES]
♪
[SIGHS]
And I suppose I don't
I don't have a grandson, then?
No, Sam's mine.
He's been with his grandparents
- since things heated up.
- Ah.
Hmm.
[FAINT RADIO CHATTER]
[FAINT CHATTER CONTINUES]
Who is this?
♪
♪
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