The Mosquito Coast (2021) s02e07 Episode Script

1
Are we talking yet?
Sure. Why not?
You want some coffee?
I'm gonna start working Richard today.
I still disagree.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
You know what that drum was about?
It was, like, all through the night.
- It kept me up.
- Oh, it turns out it was a vigil.
- For what?
- Christ's crucifixion.
Judas betrayed him. The cock
crowed. He was crucified.
It's Good Friday, Easter
weekend. Now we wait.
Wait for what?
His resurrection. Mmm.
Who wants some fresh empanadas?
- Do we have milk?
- Go see.
Okay.
You know, you can't trust the government
in any of your dealings with them.
I know.
Do you?
When will you be back?
I've been summoned by our landlord.
You're really gonna give him Sandpiper?
Don't know what I'm gonna do.
Be careful.
Yeah.
I'll see what I can do.
You hungry?
I thought we'd eat.
Or would you prefer a bottle?
Why is it, the minute this family
gets a legitimate foothold in the world,
you try to drag us back down
into the jungle with you?
I'm sorry. What are we talking about?
I know it was you, Memo.
Did you know Dad almost died that night?
No. I didn't hear that.
What happened?
His fucking heart.
Now I'm confused again.
Isn't the old man dying exactly
what you've been waiting for?
All I want is for at least
one of us to make him proud.
Wow.
I got it wrong!
I thought you were just
counting the days until
You're pathetic.
You're an embarrassment.
Vicious fucking amateur.
You've earned every bit of
the contempt we have for you.
That accent.
Is it new?
You sound like the perfect "Whitina."
You and your merry band
of reprobates with Isela.
Your disgraceful
association with cartels,
fortunately it's about to end.
I am deeply sorry your investors
felt fearful and indecisive.
That development's moving ahead,
no matter what stunts you pull.
Give me their names.
What names?
The assholes that pulled this shit.
How would I know, Andrea?
It sounds like gringo
environmentalists, radicals,
some Banksy shit
Listen to me.
If you know these guys,
you need to quietly get rid of them.
If they're caught
If you're with them
Anyone who gets in the way
of this project will pay.
You'd best go away.
Father will be down shortly.
Go.
Morning.
Good morning.
Where are you going?
Doing a favor for the
guy that owns the land.
Little work to pay the rent.
I thought the people owned the
place. What happened to that?
Yeah, well, there's always a landlord.
Turns out we're all
just fucking renters.
Hey, Dad? Mom told me.
Told you what?
About that guy. Richard.
And the lab.
Is that it?
And
that they killed someone.
Some girl.
- Your mom's timing.
- Never not shitty.
And that you've let us blame you.
Well, me.
You-You've let me blame you.
Sorry.
Hey, you got nothing to be sorry for.
- What?
- You didn't do anything wrong.
Yeah, you don't think
I fucking know that?
No, Dad.
I didn't mean it that way.
Look, I mean, all these
years, I've been blaming you.
I've been really shitty
to you about everything.
Look, maybe it's great timing.
Perfect age to start
hating not just one,
but maybe both parents.
Probably just made your
shrink a millionaire.
It's not funny, Dad.
Yeah.
And I don't hate either of
you. It's worse than that.
How so?
Well, it just makes sense now.
How fucked up both of you are.
Dina
No, I No, I just
think, at a certain point,
you leading the way and
fucking things up for us.
And saying, "We're doing
this because we're a family."
And Mom saying the dumbest shit like,
"Your father knows what he's doing."
Or Or, you know, you
both saying you love us,
and never once fucking acting like it.
And it all just being so fucking awful.
I just
I just realized
I don't respect you.
And now, I don't respect her.
So, no. That's not what I
mean when I say, "I'm sorry."
I'm not sorry for
anything. Anything at all.
I'm sorry for you.
Your mother and I never once did
anything without first considering
You.
- I only ever did what I did to benefit
- You.
Well, you seem pretty dug in.
And that makes it a tough
position to argue against.
I'm not arguing, Dad. It's a fact.
I wanna leave. Now. Today.
Is that so?
You really wanna go?
Go.
Door's right there,
but let's be clear
you use it, and it locks behind you.
Wanna go to college? That's great.
High time you started
learning absolutely zero.
Happy for you, honey bear.
Best of luck with that.
What? You wanna go get a
degree in what, Economics?
Communications?
Hmm?
Maybe get soaked with your
girlfriends on the weekends.
Snapchat with your boyfriends.
Get 'em to come. Might even
settle down with one of 'em.
Sit at home. You can order in.
Order a bunch of crap online,
plastic shit for your apartment.
What a cool adventure
you're about to go on,
smack-dab into the
center of a huge cliché.
Could not be prouder of my little girl.
You're all grown up.
I'm so happy for you.
Well, wish I could join you.
Safe travels.
You're a bully.
Oh, there she is.
You're sounding like
you already graduated.
Fuck you.
Just passing through. I'll be
out of your hair in a minute.
I doubt it.
Look, my intention is
not to cause any problems.
Tad late for that.
What?
I'm worried.
I'm worried about Charlie.
You don't get to be.
I know. It's just, um, he
came to my place yesterday,
and he, uh, he threatened me, basically.
Really? You're twice his size.
He had a gun.
Where did he get it?
It was mine.
I'll talk to him.
What are you gonna say?
That he's not allowed to shoot you.
Oh, well, that's nice to hear.
I'm really sorry.
Is he okay?
No.
Are you okay?
No.
Why are you here? What do you want?
Well, I don't wanna be here
any longer than I have to.
I don't wanna fuck up your life, Margot.
Isela brought me here to do
something for someone important,
and and then I'll be gone.
Fuck it.
Come on.
Are you coming?
You wanted to know why I'm here, right?
Well, come on.
Here. Put this on.
First-day nerves?
Now you.
Okay boys
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Okay.
No.
One second.
Sup?
You know what Dad says
about these things.
Religion is just an overture
to ignorance in A-flat.
This isn't like It's not
like a Jesus religious thing.
They build this this effigy of Judas,
and then, um, you're supposed to, like,
fill it with the things
you hate in the world
like injustice or unfairness.
And then you take the stuff
you don't like in yourself,
like, um,
regret, or or guilt.
Or, like, you know
Just, like, stuff that
makes you feel bad or
or you wish you could take back.
Anyway, you're supposed to
just take that stuff and
and, uh, put it in him
and then, I don't know,
like, just burn him, I guess.
It's supposed to be, like, therapeutic.
What?
You have friends.
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
I really like it here, Dina.
I know you don't, but I like it.
What's wrong? Are you okay?
So, you talked to Dad
about what we know?
Yeah. We had a big fight.
Did you make him mad?
Charlie, I was mad.
Charlie.
come, help me.
Okay.
- Shit, sorry. Go away.
- No, no.
Do you want me to go? I
No, stay. I'm okay.
I just I hate people seeing me cry.
What's wrong?
Everything I thought
I knew is just
is is fucked up.
I know the truth about some things.
It's supposed to be good
but it makes me feel
worse.
It's a waste.
I can't stand the way I feel.
I'm so, so mad at my mom and dad.
Maybe you're being too harsh.
Give them a chance. Hmm?
You don't know what
you're talking about.
All right.
My dad drank and killed
himself when I was eight.
Shot himself in the head.
I'm sorry.
I was raised by my grandfather.
He died when I was 13.
So, Ridley took me in.
Do you still live with him?
Ridley? No. I, uh, I live downriver.
I have a place.
If you had a million
dollars, what would you do?
Million dollars? I would
I think I'd buy a house.
- Buy a house in the capital.
- Go to school.
Me too. In New York.
No one would know me there.
Or Miami.
Or Portland.
Boulder.
Thanks for coming.
- I missed breakfast. Hmm?
- No.
Big weekend here. You,
uh, Easter much, Allie?
Down on your knees, praying to
some power greater than yourself?
Church? Nah.
If God hadn't rested on the seventh day,
he might have gotten the job done.
Why should I make the same mistake?
I figured as much.
You sure? Anyone? Bacon?
- I'm good. Thank you kindly.
- Then let's get to it.
It's about business, of course.
We're a family who's dutifully delivered
whatever the world has asked
us to provide for two centuries.
Cochineal dye, indigo,
sisal and henequen.
Fucking bananas.
And most recently, drogas. Cocaína.
Well, if it walks like a
duck and talks like a duck.
Yeah, we're just niche players.
I'm just mom-and-pop. Boutique.
But I control every route.
Provide passage to cargo moving
through a very large territory.
There are hazards.
Every business has some.
Mine happens to be police interference.
And I need you to help
me make that go away.
So, meet Caleb.
- He's going to help you.
- Hello, Allie.
Big fan of your early work.
At MIT and Cambridge Analytica,
Sandpiper is a legend.
You created a program that can
predict any kind of movement, pattern.
Many have tried to replicate it.
Caleb's been hard at work
processing the data for your arrival.
Took me quite some time to find a Caleb.
And a hefty recruiter's fee.
What does any of this mean to me?
We want your algorithm.
We want Sandpiper.
To do what?
Use it to analyze and predict the
movement of law enforcement agencies.
No police interference, no problems.
My routes will be safe,
and everyone will be happy.
I just need you to download it for us.
Show Caleb how it works.
Hand over the keys.
I'd love to get my hands
on your Rosetta stone.
And that's it. Job done. Go
about your life at Casa Roja.
Live it up.
Look at what they've
done to this jungle.
The destruction of land and wildlife.
Corporate greed and corruption.
When Isela told me about
this, I had to get involved.
I had to do something.
We have to do something.
We did make a difference, you and I.
The lab shut down.
The company went bust.
They stopped genetic-modified
material from entering the food chain.
We saved the world, just a little bit.
We were a good team.
My life ended and
yours is just beginning.
You made a name for yourself.
What?
It's just hard for me to take that in,
that we made a difference, is all.
No. Not happening.
Sorry, Caleb.
Not gonna do it with him.
You are doing it with him.
Caleb's culled the data.
This thing is mine. I created it.
People tried to take it from
me once. Didn't end well.
If this is gonna work
for you, then you need me.
No one else. Just me.
My, my, my.
What's gotten into Allie Fox?
What can I tell you?
This guy get all up in his
feelings, but he means it.
Hmm.
I'm sorry, Caleb.
It appears we no longer
require your services.
Mr. Lee will escort you out.
But you-you promised me
a three-month contract.
Step this way, kid.
This sucks.
You're sure about this?
You know she had a son?
Alison Caffrey?
His father remarried when he was five.
He has two sisters and a baby brother.
For a long time I couldn't
think of anything else.
What happened that night
was terrible, Margot.
Who are they?
Andrea Bautista and Carter Albrecht.
And who are they?
The same people whose event
your husband disrupted.
The developers.
Got any more of these, anywhere?
Fuck you.
We just do what Guillermo says.
We take what we want.
It's part of keeping
you all nice and safe.
You don't like it, talk to Guillermo.
Like the National Archives.
Bienvenido to your work space.
Ancient bookkeeping from
your drug trade won't work.
It has to be current information.
Should be sufficient to run Sandpiper.
I need to know all your
routes. Who's involved.
Dates. Times. Vehicles.
Sandpiper can predict
police interference
if we enter all the
information you have.
Everything. You understand?
Understood, yes. Most
is on floppy disks.
And, uh, all of this is the
data that, uh, Caleb entered.
So, put your brain to
good use, and show me.
You've got 72 hours.
You just put your family
on the line, so get to work.
You're right. We were a
good team. We still can be.
I want to help.
I don't think Allie would like that.
Don't worry about Allie.
Okay? He won't get in the way.
You got some money?
- Yeah, a bit. Why?
- I just wanna get some waters.
You want anything else?
No, I'm good.
Hola.
Hola.
I like your phone. Do
you want to sell it?
What the hell?
What the fuck was that?
The price we pay to our landlord.
His traffickers get to help
themselves to whatever they want,
whenever they want it.
Sure hope you didn't talk yourself
into a real pickle up there.
Seventy-two hours goes mighty fast.
Hit him!
How did it go?
How'd it go?
As expected. He wants Sandpiper.
I've kept it safe for this long.
Now it's in the hands of a drug lord.
Dina told me.
Yeah, she's in pain.
Interesting.
What?
Oh. I thought you wouldn't notice.
Just
There's something I need
to tell you about Charlie.
He put a gun to Richard's
head and pulled the trigger.
Sorry, he what?
It wasn't loaded.
- All right.
- "All right" what?
All right, I get it.
"All right," you're gonna
help me get them back?
Sure. Maybe. Or maybe something else.
What something else?
Good evening.
We don't all share the same ideas
or beliefs.
But let this be a time to reflect
on the things we do to one another.
Acts that may be violent, cruel,
petty,
or that violate
the deep trusts that we
have sworn to protect.
The promises that we
have made to each other.
We all make mistakes
for many reasons.
We overstep.
We do not comply.
In moments,
we compromise the cause.
In this ceremony
where we burn away our sins
some don't leave us quite so easily.
We need to work on those faults.
Pay attention to them.
I know that I am paying
attention to my own.
I promised you shelter
community,
refuge,
and safety from your enemies.
Our enemies.
If I betray that promise
I am the Judas.
What something else, Allie?
I might have found us a new solution.
No. No more pie-in-the-sky bullshit.
Sandpiper is up and running.
Now I just need to run the data.
Good. Finish up that pile
on your desk. Then we can go.