Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles ( bright tone ) I'm really contemplating telling Elaine about Jeremy. Oh, my God, not this again, dude. We have a no-alcohol office policy. - He should respect that. - Yeah, yeah, I know, but you found a bottle of wine under his desk at a Christmas party. Okay, I just think in our line of work, it's pretty inappropriate. Mm-hmm. Okay, so, let's say HR receives an anonymous tip about some vodka in Jeremy's top drawer. Go on. Then, hypothetically, they'd do a routine search of his desk and find a stash. A stash that you planted. Yeah, or he could be holding. I mean, you don't truly know anybody that you work with. I mean, look at you. I know those aren't prescription lenses. Okay, well, I know what this is actually about. You just want a sweet corner office. Okay, his office is just so much closer to the bathroom. - There it is. - Yeah, and it would make field work a lot easier if I didn't have to go back to that fucking cubicle. Since when did you not like being in the field? I thought you liked traveling with me. ( laughs ) ( foreboding music ) - Oh, God. - He's weak. Shit, I thought he wasn't supposed to teleport. He's not. Glasses: Bet he needs more Factor. Do we have enough? Yeah, back in the van. - Okay. - All right. ♪ ♪ One, two, three, fold out. ♪ ♪ Okay. All right, all right. ♪ ♪ Beanie: Okay. ♪ ♪ Beanie: Yep. ♪ ♪ Beanie: All right. Let's go. ♪ ♪ ( dark synth music ) ♪ ♪ ( Jenna gasps ) Are you okay? Jenna! I think so. You? Yeah. He--he just-- Yeah. He was in your room, Henry, when I came home. I saw him, too. ( somber music ) Where? At--at the hospital? No. When I was a kid. It was at Dippy's house, but, like, before it was Dippy's house, when it was my house, and my dad was there. W-when you were a kid? I don't--I don't understand. They were fighting, and my dad was trying to protect me, and he didn't leave. He didn't leave me. He didn't leave my mom. That guy took him. He was the one who took him. And now he's after you. ♪ ♪ Yeah. ♪ ♪ ( cell phone vibrates ) ♪ ♪ Hey, it's--it's my dad. He's at the hospital. What do I do? What if they saw you disappear? Jenna, I don't know. Don't answer. No, I really think-- - Jenna-- I really think that I should answer it. Ow! Jenna, look at this shit. How are we supposed to explain this? We just-- We're gonna-- We will figure it out, okay? We're gonna start cleaning, and we'll figure it out. ♪ ♪ Okay? ♪ ♪ Okay. Cleo, you shouldn't go in there. - Get away from me. - Listen, you cannot be here. I'm serious right now. - The hell I can't. - Listen to-- - Hey. Lucas: Cleo. Cleo! - I tried to stop her. - Did you know? Did you know what your son did to my daughter? Look, this isn't-- Let's discuss this later. Jesus, Bill. No, not about that! Look-- not until last night, but I spoke with Clay, and I think there's been a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding? Your son assaulted my daughter. Now, we don't know anything to be sure. Excuse me? What did you say to her? Why is she scared of you? Scared of me? What's-- Honestly, I have no idea. I have done everything in my power to protect her. I would never hurt her. Protect her from what? Look, Cleo, Henrietta-- It's Henry, not Henrietta. I'm sure that-- that helps you think of her as some delicate little girl, but it is Henry, okay? Okay. All right, fine. Henry. But look, I'm the one who's trying to make this right, even now. Tell me you didn't hire me to shut her up. To keep your kid out of jail. No, of course not. I told you-- You think because you've got money and police friends, you can buy your way out of hurting my daughter? Cleo: No way. No fucking way. I'm not scared of you and your stupid auto center, folksy businessman of America bullshit. All right, Mrs. Coles, it's time for you to leave. Get your hands off me! This isn't your problem, Dale. We both know that's not true. Don't make this worse. What are you even doing here? ( tense music ) ♪ ♪ What's going on? Listen, Cleo, I'll come by the house later and explain everything. Bill: Lucas, escort Cleo out of the building. Come on, just-- Cleo, come on, come on. ♪ ♪ What is going on? ♪ ♪ Bill! ♪ ♪ You look good, Lucas. Jeremiah: Glad to see it. I don't believe we've had the pleasure, ma'am. She's a new employee at the auto center. Bill: Don't worry. You can trust her. I think it's time for me to go. I don't think that's wise just now. ♪ ♪ Don't you agree, Bill? ♪ ♪ You're gonna have to stay with us for a while now. ♪ ♪ All right, come on. Lucas: Just get back here. Let's get down to business, shall we? ♪ ♪ Deputy Hulce. Aren't you a little close? Hiding in plain sight. Get in. ( indistinct radio chatter ) As a reminder, you're here as a friend of the DEA and not in any official capacity an officer of the law. Understood. Your sidearm. You're kidding. DEA protocol. Nora: There's a headset for you. Coffee's a little cold, but it still works. I'm good. Get comfortable. There's always a fair amount of dick-measuring before these assholes get down to it. Maybe you could help us with an ID. Nora: Tall blonde in the back? She's not in our files. Just started seeing her around Boone Motors recently. That's Cleo Coles. She's a sales rep at the dealership. Total bystander. Nora: So she works with Bill? On the dealership side. She's not part of the drug business. Nora: Got a positive ID on Barbie. New employee. All teams stand by. Can we get her out of there? Jeremiah Miller just arrived. We're not doing anything until we see cash and drugs. ( somber music ) ♪ ♪ ( slides drawer open, closed ) ♪ ♪ Cleo: Hi, sweetheart. It's me. Um, I'm sitting with you now at the hospital and-- I don't know, I just-- I wanted to hear your voice. That's all. I'm gonna keep calling you. ♪ ♪ Cleo: Hi, sweetheart. It's me. Um, I'm sitting with you now at the hospital and-- I don't know., I just-- I wanted to hear your voice. That's all. ♪ ♪ Beanie: All right. Nikolai: Oof! Beanie: And here we go. ( gasps ) You stitching me up with a machete back there? Almost done, sir. Um, she's not in her sunniest of moods, but she'd like to talk to you. Oh, hey. If there's a free moment, could you mention how well we did intercepting you? We could use the high marks for our promotion, so-- Give me the fucking phone. - Yeah? Woman: You'd be dead if my team hadn't tracked you down. I'm aware. Woman: What the hell happened? I need to know if, uh, any of my previous targets had a daughter named Henrietta Coles. Woman: There's no evidence to support hereditary links. ( somber music ) ( high-pitched whine ) ( speaking French ) ( gunshot ) ♪ ♪ Woman: Besides, those files are classified. Well, de-fucking-classify them, then. Woman: Listen, I get it. You're tired. We'll search the database, if that's what you want, but I need you back in Reston right away.