♪ Been back down ♪
♪ Keep on getting ♪
♪ I can't win a nickel back
♪ Can't pay my taxes
♪ Can't make a living ♪
♪ I ain't got nothing yet ♪
♪ Dirty money ♪
♪ Dirty, dirty money ♪
♪ Dirty, dirty, dirty money ♪
♪ Dirty money, dirty money ♪
♪ Dirty, dirty money
♪ Dirty, dirty, dirty money ♪
♪ Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty money ♪
♪ Got to have that dirty money ♪
♪ Hee-hee, come on, huh! ♪
♪ Oh, you got to have that dirty money, y'all ♪
Señor Padilla.
Mmm, perfecto.
- Sparkling? - You?
Or the champagne?
Oh, you're too kind.
So...
Do you want to see it?
Yes.
Oh, wow.
Wow.
Ah, tah, tah, tah.
There's been a change in plans.
We're not here celebrating?
I'm taking all the risk.
And I'm putting it together.
I want a larger piece.
Half of your commission.
That is my new offer.
So what, you've been on this mole hunt since day one?
Call it day two.
FBI counterintelligence has evidence a mole is operating
out of New York Station.
Oh, well, I agree with the FBI.
There's a first.
And you really thought it was me?
Can you blame me?
Not really.
It's bigger than just New York, though.
I think this mole operation is responsible for Toni's death
in the Philippines.
Mole operation? You think there's more than one?
Yeah.
There was a private security firm running moles
all over the globe, and we were close to exposing them.
Private security firm, meaning Pyramid?
Yeah.
They're behind this somehow.
Nikki?
She wants us at the station.
I've got to change my clothes first.
Yeah, you do.
You can't walk up there looking like Action Man.
Thank you.
Hey, you know, uh,
we really shouldn't walk in at the same time.
Yeah, maybe we should just tell everyone
we're working the mole hunt together.
Are you joking?
You're joking. Funny.
But you're right.
We should, uh, step wisely from here on out.
Yeah.
- Should I-- - No, I'll go in first.
Nikki. - Mm.
Gina, this better be worth getting out of bed for.
Oh, it is.
All right, we've got Mario Padilla.
He's a Honduran foreign minister.
Witnesses say-- - Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait.
We've got a straggler.
Bill, glad you could make it. - Hello.
We've got Mario Padilla, Honduran foreign minister.
Witnesses say that he was walking out of a nightclub
and got slammed by a garbage truck rounding the corner.
NYPD has established a crime scene.
Well, shouldn't Diplomatic Services be handling this?
Oh, they would, if they knew that he was in the U.S.
He slipped into the country under a fake name,
fake passport.
The Honduran consulate didn't even know he was here.
Do we believe them?
We don't believe anyone, as a rule.
Right, so you think he's a spy.
In which case, it's likely that garbage truck wasn't a vehicle.
It was a murder weapon.
I think we need more intel.
Why was he here? Who was he meeting?
Who knew he was meeting who he was meeting?
I'll hit up my assets in Honduras.
Talk to the Embassies. - Before you do that.
Let's not forget there's a dead body.
We do have a crime scene to work.
OK, what's your point?
It's surprising how much information you can learn
when you take the case and follow the clues.
Are you suggesting we do some good,
old-fashioned police work?
I'm suggesting this time, we do it my way.
Thank you.
Any chance you can get me one of those nice, shiny badges?
You think I'd trust you with FBI creds?
Hey, if you're gonna tamper with evidence,
can you at least be a little more discreet?
Hey, hey!
What the hell's going on here?
FBI.
Dead body in my precinct,
NYPD runs point.
It's not just a dead body.
This man's a foreign national with diplomatic immunity.
That makes it federal jurisdiction.
Vienna Convention, all that jazz.
Well, who the hell are you?
Hey, look, we're taking the lead.
So why don't we drop the turf war
and you just skip ahead and tell us what you know?
We have some footage.
Oh.
Truck rams him,
keeps going, takes a left on Division,
then we lose it.
I know where we're going first,
Gowanus Carting.
I've got two units at the yard
waiting for the driver's shift to end.
Yeah, and what time is that?
Thank you.
I don't think he likes you.
Look alive.
Hi, Bobby.
- I ain't do nothing. - Oh, yeah?
So you routinely kill pedestrians and keep driving?
I got your truck on camera mowing down a guy in Brooklyn.
Whoa, whoa, hit-and-run? Nah, man.
Oh, so my forensics team's not gonna find the dead guy's DNA
all over this stuffy?
That wasn't me.
You can't pin that on me.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Wasn't you, Bobby?
You want to talk us through that?
This is where you help yourself.
Last night, I get a call on my cell.
Guy tells me he'll give me two grand
to let him use my truck.
What, and you just trusted him?
I said show me the money.
He sends me to a drop box down the street.
I take the cash. Leave the keys. That's it.
OK.
Then what?
A couple of hours ago, another call.
They tell me where they parked the truck.
I pick it up.
OK, well, we're gonna need that cash for evidence.
Lost it.
Come again?
Poker game.
You got to be kidding me.
Downtown loft. I was there all night.
- Is it still going on? - Yeah.
Write down the address.
Hey.
This isn't a hit-and-run. It's a hit.
I mean, mystery callers, cash drops.
Yeah, what I'm wondering, does it have something to do
with the rocks you stole off that vic's body?
Well,
I don't think that these are rocks, Bill,
but I do think you might be on to something.
- Morning. - Good morning.
Hey, Zeeb,
did you see anyone at my desk this morning?
Uh, no, why?
Just wondering.
Hey, is that, uh, mineral analysis back yet?
Oh, Zeeb's on it.
OK, well, whenever he's ready, huh.
Yeah. Um...
Nikki,
are you aware of an op in Red Lodge?
What?
Oh, it's like a small town in Montana, Carbon County.
Yeah, I know where it is, Gina.
I went to log on this morning,
and someone must have had access to my terminal,
because there were SAT images pulled up of--
it looked like some sort of cabin.
Damn it, Colin.
- Colin? - Yeah.
Why would he be on my terminal?
It's a test.
- I don't under-- - Have you ever been
to Red Lodge, Gina?
No.
So if I pulled the file, it wouldn't show differently?
I--Nikki, I swear,
I've never been to Red Lodge, Montana.
Why is Colin testing me?
Well, maybe it's not you he's testing.
Rock update.
I'll come to you.
OK, it's fine.
I'll report the breach and pull the IP logs.
No, you won't.
Um, not a word, huh, writing or otherwise.
OK, what about Colin?
Especially not to Colin.
Just forget about Red Lodge and the entire state of Montana
if you have to.
I don't want to hear about it ever again.
Oh, Colin.
You were right.
The rocks that you took, they're neodymium,
the crown jewel of the rare earth minerals.
Backbone of the tech industry,
everything from phones, missiles, to EVs.
Yup, if it moves, if it connects.
If it kills, they're using it.
It's like finding oil in the Middle East all over again.
Yeah, the Chinese control 70% of the trade.
So if someone else steps in,
it shifts the balance of power overnight.
China loosens its chokehold, coups, proxy wars,
it's an arms race for these minerals.
This isn't about mining.
It's about geopolitical power and control.
That's a very fancy way of saying motive for this hit.
Yeah, thanks very much, Bill.
I'm on fire today.
You are. You found the rocks.
We all know you found the rocks.
Is there neodymium in Honduras?
You think Padilla was here with a sample of a new find?
There's no formal record of it.
But so much of the country's unexplored.
I mean, mountains, valleys, there's forests.
Have we ID'd the driver who ran Padilla over?
Yes, so--
if you look right here,
Padilla exits, garbage truck slams on the gas,
hits him, takes off.
Yeah, and then CCTV picks up
the masked driver getting out of the truck
a few blocks south,
and getting into a black sedan with ghost plates,
and then we lose them going northbound.
So someone was watching this guy inside the bar
to signal to the driver, right?
Witnesses saw Padilla at the bar with a woman.
No cameras inside to ID her to my knowledge.
All right.
Well, bar owners tend to clam up without a warrant.
You want me to cuff him, read him his rights?
I think I have a better idea.
Love to help.
Like I said, camera only points at the register.
Well, it wouldn't hurt if I took a look.
And even that camera's broken.
I wish I could help.
Hey, hey, buddy,
is this your place?
How come nobody checked those kids' IDs over there?
- Who the hell are you? - State Liquor Authority.
And that table, all underage, fake IDs.
You got Florida, Iowa, Mumbai Rail Transit.
I mean, come on, you want to bet that's not a thing?
Well, we usually check, so I don't know.
You usually check.
He usually checks.
Hey, pal, I was here first.
Take a walk.
Go on. - All right, OK.
All right You're a lucky man.
You clean your act up, or I'll close this place down.
You owe me.
How about that video?
Well, it really is busted, but I--
I remember the lady he was with.
Yeah, she was memorable,
out of his league.
Um, she ordered vintage champagne.
And she's buying.
And then she gets ticked off, she leaves,
and then five minutes later, he goes outside,
and he's flying through the air.
She was buying?
Cash?
Credit.
And, uh, she was so mad
that she never closed her tab.
Is that right?
I usually hold on to these for a few days,
you know, before I cut them up.
Hey, no kidding.
My lucky day.
Angeline Bison?
Agent Bill Goodman.
Oh, I saw it online.
I mean, it happened right after our drink.
It's horrible.
Yeah, were you two friends?
No, I barely knew him.
Let's go to my office.
My family owns a logistics company, import/export,
and Mr. Padilla had some questions.
He was a client?
More of a prospect.
Bit late at night for a prospective meeting,
wouldn't you say?
Well, I love my international clients,
so I'm always up for whatever.
Oh, and they say nothing good ever happens after midnight.
Well, you'd be surprised.
You said he had questions?
Yes.
OK, well,
blink twice if it's anything to do with this.
This wasn't an accident, was it?
No.
He showed up here three months ago,
told me he and his partners
were excavating massive yields of neodymium.
He needed guidance on how to quietly navigate the market.
To avoid tipping off the Chinese?
Among others.
I mean, last night was to be a celebration,
but instead, he demanded a 50% cut of our commission
for himself on the side.
So I walked.
Walked from all that money?
It's a negotiating tactic,
and I knew he needed us.
If--hf he hadn't gone greedy,
I might have been on the street with him.
You, uh-- you said he had partners?
Yes, two.
He said they were influential men from south of the border.
We were actually supposed to meet in a few days,
but I don't think that's happening now.
No, I don't think so either.
So if we choose to believe her,
Padilla and his people found rare earth deposits
in Honduras,
then he sneaks into the country under a false name.
Low profile.
He knew that if word got out about their find,
bigger players would crowd in.
Him and his people would get pushed out.
Colin said that he was demanding a bigger commission
from Bison. - Mm-hmm.
Maybe his partners found out
and killed him for being greedy.
Yeah, or they're next on the list,
I mean, whoever they are.
Get with Zeeb,
contact the FISA Court.
Get his phone logs. - Yeah, on it.
Zeeb, Gina, are we any closer to finding Padilla's partners?
His phone is encrypted,
so we couldn't access his calls or texts,
but we're looking at his locations now.
And how are we going about that?
Reverse engineering through the cell towers,
like breadcrumbs.
Look, you see those green dots?
Those are the cell towers that pinged
the moment that Padilla landed at JFK last week.
And--
oh, wait a second.
What--what are those red clusters that--
it's Midtown and Soho.
Is that shadow surveillance?
Walk me through it.
OK, so you're on the street, and you make a phone call,
your phone connects to the first cell tower
that it's closest to, right?
But these towers in Midtown and Soho are fake.
Like a modified Stingray.
We've seen them at the FBI,
hardware that connects to and impersonates cell towers.
Phone can't tell the difference.
Yeah, it pings your location and then funnels all texts
and calls through it.
So whoever deployed them
could track their exact location.
There's only one team I know of that could pull off
such a sophisticated operation.
And who is that?
The NSA.
What are we saying?
Someone at the NSA tracked Padilla and took him out?
I-I'm just saying that someone with high-end NSA clearance
could pull this off without getting detected.
Well, Bill, looks like this is where your case ends
and my op begins.
- Robert Davis? - Yeah.
I heard about you guys from two other site chiefs
in the building.
You're making the rounds, huh?
Yeah, you're our fourth this morning, lot of floors.
A lot of programmers.
Over 300 on this floor alone.
No kidding.
So, uh,
what's this I'm hearing about, uh, shadow surveillance?
Hmm.
Yeah, this, uh--
this does look like some sort of a--
I don't know, hybrid Stingray.
How'd you guys find this?
Oh, that's classified, I'm afraid.
But it does all triangulate back here.
So we're hoping you and some of your colleagues
can help us locate whoever could have set this off.
- In here? - Yeah.
No, no, no, no, no, any data breach in NSA,
that would be huge.
No much more likely, it's someone trying
to make it look that way.
W-we're constantly fighting invisible cyber wars--
hackers from Russia, China, North Korea
ready to steal and deploy all the metadata
we gather and store
to then use it against you.
That's my job, also, to protect you from them.
Oh, I'm surprised you don't see the irony
in that statement, Robert.
OK, so you weren't hacked.
Is it possible you have a bad actor?
I hope to God not.
Just in case, I will personally start
an investigation into this.
And if this happened in-house, I will track it down.
But, uh,
most likely,
you just got bad intel.
So even if somebody on your team
thinks it happened in here,
they're probably wrong.
OK, the Chinese stand to lose the most here.
So what?
A hacker from MSS breaks in, tracks Padilla,
and hires a local hit team?
What, takes out a diplomat in downtown Manhattan?
That's pretty loud.
The Chinese are usually far more subtle.
All right, so wha-- who else then?
I mean, Davis seemed pretty sure it wasn't one of his guys.
Well, I don't think he'd be straight with us,
even if he knew.
He seemed to be under a lot of stress.
Did you notice that thing with his watch?
He's hours away from chewing through that band.
Yeah, well, I've seen that once before.
In Egypt, we were questioning this woman.
And she chewed through her fingers right down to the nub.
The house shrink called it stress-induced panic disorder.
Thanks for that.
Well, I'm guessing he's looking into us right now,
so we should probably look into him.
Both Colin and Bill think Davis is involved.
What do we know about him?
Pedigree's clean.
Navy vet, NSA, 780 credit score.
I mean, the guy even married his high school sweetheart,
and they have a 10-year-old daughter.
But he's been acting erratic.
He does have top secret access.
We tracked the Stingray to his office.
What are we missing?
You need to see this.
Uh, pardon me, I just--
I was monitoring the Mobile Network Core,
and I caught a live breach.
Another stingray has been deployed.
Someone is illegally tracking the owner of that phone.
Last time that happened, Padilla died.
Who's the target now?
Oh, uh, hold on. Here.
Juan Ramos.
He arrived in New York last Saturday.
More importantly, he's the Special Envoy from Guatemala.
It's another diplomat.
Get me his location.
Looks like his cell last pinged at the Park 20 Hotel.
Just open, open.
Oh, God.
Hey, hey!
Hey!
FBI, get down!
Cover.
Go back to your rooms.
Cover!
Room for another one, ladies?
Thank you.
Whoa!
Watch out.
- Excuse me. - Hey. Hey! That's my bag!
You took your time.
Looks comfortable.
So who the hell is he?
This is Luis Zamora.
Born in El Salvador, crossed nine years ago.
Known member of the Los Olivados cartel.
Former military death squad turned narcoterrorists.
Bureau's got a dozen open cases on these guys.
Let's go see if we can flip him.
Oh, no. No chance.
Says here Luis has got a daughter back home.
He sends her money once a month.
He knows that if he talks, the cartel will kill her.
So why does a drug cartel care about rare earth minerals?
I have an idea.
Geospatial Intel sent this over.
Mountain range in the Northern Triangle.
Thermal imaging shows rare earth mineral deposits
worth billions. - Ah.
So you think the cartel got word Central American diplomats
are here to cut a deal, and they want in on the action.
I think they want all of the action.
Kill the diplomats, send a message--
we control everything that comes out of the region.
But where does the NSA fit in?
Why is Robert Davis helping the cartel hunt down these targets?
Well, that's where I'm stumped.
Yeah, and it just gets weirder.
Davis's wife and daughter--
they've been silent the last six days.
I mean, no social media posts, no phone calls,
credit card transactions.
It's like they vanished.
So maybe they're on the run.
Dad's plan with the cartel is about to go operational.
He sends them for the hills.
Yeah, or something worse.
Yeah, my money's on something worse.
You can't be here.
That's illegal.
Broken window. Suggests forced entry.
Gives us probable cause.
For your safety, of course.
I'm safe.
I just--
I-I forgot my-- my key last night, so--
So you broke in through your bedroom window,
turned your house upside down, and bled all over your carpet?
You need to get out of here.
Please, you both need to leave--
Another person is dead.
Tell us what's going on.
It was you, wasn't it, Robert?
The Stingray, that was you.
I never meant for anyone to die.
I had to do what they asked me to do.
Who's they?
My family.
- OK, OK, all right, Robert-- - They have--
- Take a breath. - They're gonna kill them.
Oh, my God. - Sit down.
Sit down and take a breath.
They're gonna die, aren't they--
OK.
Talk to us.
Robert,
the only chance of saving your family
is telling us everything.
OK.
Six days ago,
I came home,
and somebody had broken in.
The house was empty.
There was a, uh--
there was a cell phone on the kitchen table
with a note.
And there was a video message
of my wife and my daughter
crying and screaming,
begging for help.
And I wasn't there.
I wasn't there.
OK. It's OK.
Then what happened?
They called.
They called me.
They--they knew everything about me,
about my life, about my--my NSA access.
And they said I had to work for them
or they were gonna do horrible things to my wife
and to my little girl.
What did they want from you?
On the note,
there were three names--
three targets.
Who? Come on.
Mario Padilla.
The garbage truck.
- Juan Ramos. - The hotel. And the third?
Antonio Diaz.
Consular officer from El Salvador.
We need to warn the Salvadoran Consulate.
Their man is on a hit list. - We can't do that.
- Colin, he's a target. - Yeah.
And Robert Davis's family is the leverage.
Yeah, if we scoop up the cartel's last target,
they'll know Davis talked, and his wife and daughter are dead.
We have to do both.
We have to warn the diplomat,
and we have to rescue the family at the same time.
Oh, is that all?
We have no idea where the family is being held.
Our only lead is Luis, who won't flip.
He won't flip for a badge,
but perhaps there are other ways of turning him.
Agent Goodman, are you, uh--
are you asking me to cross a line?
All I'm saying is, maybe we need you to do
that thing you do to get a location.
How you do that, I'll leave that up to you.
You're not gonna pull out his fingernails or anything,
are you?
Can't make any promises.
He's not, is he?
It's a bit chilly in here for me.
You?
OK, Luis,
this is my idea of a good conversation.
I do the talking.
Probably 'cause I'm a bit of a sociopath,
according to my therapist.
So...
I guess we have that in common, right?
You know what they say about sociopaths, Luis?
That we lack empathy or love.
But, uh,
I've never really agreed with that.
You?
I mean, after all,
there is someone that you love, isn't there?
Your daughter,
little Marisella, back home in El Salvador,
all alone without her dad.
Ten years, that's a--
well, that's a long time, isn't it,
just to be emailing?
Bet she's changed a lot since you saw her last,
probably into makeup, uh, boys.
Lots of boys, maybe.
- She don't do that. - Really?
Well, how would you know that, Luis?
You're not there.
You've never been there for her.
Look, um,
I didn't want to be the one to have to tell you this,
but my man on the ground there
has informed me that your brother,
he says he's looking after her.
But it seems that his friends, well,
they're looking after her too.
You see?
They don't touch her.
I kill him.
You'll kill him?
Well, you're about to be supermaxed, mate,
so I don't think you're going to be killing anybody.
She's very much on her own, isn't she?
Man, you're just trying to get into my head.
- Am I? - Yeah.
What about her head?
Hey?
You abandoned her when her mom died.
Then you just left her to the wolves.
She must hate you.
I did what I had to do to look after her.
Oh?
We had nothing, man.
Right.
I want to speak to a lawyer.
Yeah, I don't think that's what you want, Luis.
Is it?
What you really want
is to see your baby girl.
Right?
It don't matter what I want.
She don't want to see me.
Well, how about we change that?
How about I bring her here to you?
You don't understand.
I love her...
- I know you love her, Luis. - With everything.
Well, of course you do, Luis, you're her dad.
And I'm sure you would do anything to protect her, right?
So let me bring her here to you.
We can protect her, keep her safe.
But I need something from you in return.
What?
The people you work for.
They kidnapped another little girl,
just like yours, and her mom.
And I need you to tell me where they are.
All right, take a seat.
What's he doing here?
He's our only link to the kidnappers.
We're keeping him close.
Hey, guys.
Luis's intel checks out.
I moved the drone above the location--
three hostiles holding two friendlies,
eastern corner, entry point here.
All right, we're on it. Let's go.
We're moving.
Put it on speakerphone.
Stall them.
Hello?
You have 30 minutes to track his cell phone
and link us with Antonio Diaz's location.
Satellite's down. I need more time.
30 minutes or your family dies.
OK, I'm here.
Send me an image of Diaz.
Tracker's up.
Zeroing in on Diaz's location.
It's up on the left.
Colin, we need you to keep eyes on him
until the hostages are safe.
I shared his tracker with you.
Bill, what's your ETA?
Almost there.
Need a little more time.
Eyes on Diaz.
He's wheeling a bag.
Talk to me.
Is he leaving town?
He's wheeling a bag. Talk to me.
All right, I'm checking.
Hold, please.
Yep, looks like he booked a flight
to San Salvador out of JFK.
He's bailing.
I need to move now.
We're gonna lose him.
Wait, wait, wait.
Guys, incoming.
Should we let Robert answer?
We don't have a choice.
Answer, give him access to Diaz's location now.
I have the location.
Syncing Diaz's phone with your device now.
Syncing Diaz's phone.
Bill, where are you?
Five minutes out.
We may not have five minutes.
The cartel's already tracking Diaz's phone.
What if they stopped tracking Diaz,
tracked someone else?
Colin, what are you thinking?
No time for thinking.
Hey! It's my cab.
Oh, come on, buddy,
I was here first. - I got a plane to catch.
All right, all right, all right, all right, whatever.
JFK.
Have a great day, yeah?
Enjoy yourself.
OK, I have Diaz's phone.
And now they're tracking me.
Nikki, I need you to call in a favor fast.
Colin, what's going on?
Where are you headed?
I'm leading them away.
Be careful.
You're not much use to me alive,
but you really no use to me dead.
Oh, I never knew you cared.
Watch yourself.
Moving to entry point alpha.
Go, go, go!
We're closing in on the hostages.
Three perps, mom and daughter, 10 yards away.
Take them out quick.
I am not losing a hostage.
Move your car now!
Let's go! - Relax!
Vamos! Vamos!
FBI! Down on the ground!
Aah!
Take him.
- Move in, move in! - Now! Now!
Driver, hands on the wheel. Put your hands--
Take 'em.
- Down on the ground. - Great job.
Hey, you're OK.
You're safe now.
Let's get out of here, huh?
All right. Here you go.
Come on. We got it.
All right, we're good.
You all right?
We're good.
I got you.
Hey, hey.
Teamwork makes the dream work. Yeah?
Nice work, partner.
You too.
Now get yourself cleaned up before tonight.
What's tonight?
Well, that would be telling.
- Hey. - Hey.
It's getting late.
Must be important.
You want a nightcap or something?
Oh, you don't drink anymore.
You know what?
I-I don't love that you know that.
What's going on?
You talk to Goodman lately?
- Bill? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, you know,
never calls, never writes.
Starting to think he went out for milk,
and he's never coming home.
How's he getting on with your man, Glass?
Better than ever, actually.
Yeah? That's good to hear.
But what?
You have any open cases in Red Lodge, Montana?
- Red Lodge, Montana? - Mm-hmm.
You know, file pulls.
Nothing of the sort?
Mm-mm, nothing comes to mind.
Bill never mentioned anything?
No.
Red Lodge, Montana,
sounds scenic. - Hmm.
You know, Nikki, whatever Bill is doing up there,
as far as I'm concerned,
that's CIA business.
He keeps a lid on it.
What about the name Toni Napier?
Sorry, bells aren't ringing.
You sure?
Yep, I-I'm happy to check the system, if you like,
but do I want to know why?
- No. - No?
- Thank you. - Yeah.
Um, thank you for entertaining me.
You're welcome.
Didn't know I was.
Two fingers of this is worth more than my car payment.
What's the special occasion?
Eh,
it's more like a special project.
Hm.
Ah, ah, just gotta let it breathe a second, mate.
Mm.
Admit it, today felt good.
What, the part where I got shot at the first time
or the part where I got shot at the second time?
The part where we rescued the victims, reunited a family.
Oh.
Score one for the badge.
Your badge would be useless without my intel.
Listen,
we work in the shadows so you can get the credit.
Fair.
To living in the shadows.
To kicking down doors.
Wow.
Yeah.
Anyway, speaking of, uh, kicking down doors.
If we're really gonna hunt this mole together, then,
well, you need to see the whole picture.
How long have you been building this out?
Since the day Toni died.