Damn it, Harold.
You didn't bring them.
No, I didn't. You don't need any more guns.
I don't need more guns. I need those guns.
You know,
we're 350 miles from the nearest golf course.
I'm not sure what this is all about.
I don't have the luxury
of pretending I'm someone other than who I actually am.
Good one.
So, are we gonna argue now
before you eventually agree to get me what I need?
Johnny, do you have any idea how dangerous it is
- for me to even be here? - I guess so.
You are fighting a war
your country has ordered you not to fight.
And within that war,
you've taken sides with one of our enemies.
He's fighting against our enemies.
How do you figure that makes him our enemy?
He's not fighting it the way we want it fought.
He's not gonna win the fight the way he's fighting it.
And he's making the guys
who are going to win it weaker for having
- to fend him off. - None of that matters.
None of it matters?
There's no one else out here,
is there?
This is where the decisions get made, okay?
It's just you and me.
Regardless of what Langley wants you to think,
you know I'm right.
You know I'm right.
He's smarter than you and me put together.
All he wants is for his people to live their lives
without getting raped and murdered
by Russian teenagers.
In a war where it's getting increasingly difficult
to tell the good guys from the bad guys,
I'm telling you.
This guy is the good guy.
That's what matters.
That's all that matters.
The United States government,
its entire intelligence apparatus,
all her regional allies
and all their intelligence apparatuses--
they're all wrong about this guy.
And you're right?
Yes, exactly.
So, can I have my rifles now, please?
How'd the Knicks end up doing?
Haven't seen a sports page in three months,
but got the feeling like maybe it was turning around.
You know it's going to be me, right?
When the wrong people find out
what it is you're doing out there
and they want for there to be no you anymore...
...I'm the one they're gonna order to do it.
How we looking, Waters?
All right, let's set up a...
set up a grid, all right?
My operation's been shut down.
You don't say.
Red Notice was published last night.
Warrants are being issued as we speak.
It's a law enforcement issue now.
A task force will be formed out of your office
to organize a manhunt.
I will be assigned to that task force to consult.
With your permission then, sir,
there is one question from last night
- I'd like to start working on. - What's that?
Well, there was a point
where he'd lost my guys.
He could have just disappeared,
but instead, he came back
to do all this.
I'm wondering why.
Maybe he wanted to make it messy
so we'd have to play by the rules.
Or maybe he wanted to make it messy, sir,
so that you would be
the one in charge of the rules we play by.
Sir, it is hard for me to see what I saw last night
and not suspect that this situation
is personal to you
in ways that may be detrimental to the mission.
You get to be my age in this business,
and one way or another, you'll have something personal
with just about everyone.
- Where you going? - Can't have gotten far.
I'm gonna find him.
Hey, Em. It's your dad again.
I know you're not a child.
And I know that there are thins
that are gonna have to change now.
Who we are to each other.
Hell, who I am to the world.
And it has to change so quickl.
It used to be easy.
Easy to step out of one role and into another.
It was second nature to me.
It's just that...
I really thought that this was gonna be the last role
I'd ever have to play.
Being your dad.
Starting again,
it seems so much harder than I remember.
I know you've got questions,
questions you want answers to.
I know it seems like I'm shutting you out.
I know it seems
like this is the end of us.
It isn't.
I've discarded Dan Chase
and everything that ties me to him.
I'm leaving it all behind. But the answers that you want
and the solutions that I need,
they're in L.A.,
and I'm not gonna make it all the way out there
in this shape.
I need to...
I need to find a quiet place.
I need to take a little time.
I need someplace that isn't connected
to anyone or anything that I'm supposed to be.
I need to heal up.
I got to remember what it takes to be someone ne.
I'll call you when I can.
I love you, kiddo.
Can I help you?
Hi. I'm, uh,
I'm just making sure you have everything you need.
Oh, all set.
Great. Great. I'm Zoe.
Peter. Caldwell.
You okay?
Yeah, for sure.
Uh, uh, who are you, now?
I-I'm Zoe.
I live here.
- You live here. - I do.
I see. I was under the impression
that the owner wasn't on-site.
What gave you that impression?
Well, the contact number on the listing
- was a 412 area code. - Right.
That would be my ex-husband.
He... The property still belongs to him.
- Oh, all right. - I hope that's not a problem.
Uh...
no, no.
Are you sure you're all right?
Oh, this?
Yeah. Oh, I'm fine.
You should see the other guy.
No, a fender bender.
You know, I'm heading west.
I sold my house.
Bought a place in Montana.
I thought I'd take a couple of days,
you know, see the country.
And, uh, second day out,
couple of teenagers, they run a red light.
Well, if you...
if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.
I see you have a dog.
I do. Yeah, I do.
- Is that a problem? - The listing should have said no dogs.
Oh, did it?
- I... - The listing definitely said no dogs.
Oh, I see.
That's it.
I'm sorry, I-I don't... I don't think this is
- gonna work out. - Oh, they're exceptionally well-behaved dogs.
I'm sure they are. But it... My ex-husband and I, he...
I just... I just can't have them eating his sofa,
and then he, uh, thinks that I let them do it. I just...
- I can't have that in my life right now. - I can make
a security deposit if that would help.
- In cash. Help. - I'm so sorry. I, uh...
I'm sorry.
It was nice meeting you.
Good luck.
You're not gonna believe this.
- Office or home, sir? - Neither.
I got to go see a friend.
Just a moment.
The light's perfect right now.
The New York Times called today
to read me my obituary.
A very nice girl named Janine read it to me.
I quite enjoyed it.
Like peeking through the curtains
into some forbidden room.
I'll bet.
What did she say?
I don't really remember.
Mm, the things you'd expect.
It wasn't what she said so much as...
how she said it.
But how nice it will be,
in those final moments as the light is dying,
knowing what everyone will read in the paper
the morning after
and knowing it will be good.
Faraz Hamzad is back.
I know.
Yeah, I thought you might.
And I was hoping that maybe you'd know why.
Does it matter?
Well, I think it matters.
For 30 years, uh...
No one could've cared less
about him or what he wanted.
Now he's asking for help settling some 30-year grudge,
and some fool has agreed to provide it.
He can ask for anything he likes,
anything at all, and he's gonna get it.
Why?
From the moment Johnny betrayed him,
one imagines
he was consumed with two things
imagining revenge
and acquiring the means to make it real.
Opium. Guns. K and R. Influence.
He had no problem acquiring means.
It was just a matter of time
before he figured out how to apply it.
Who knows what leverage he holds over whom and how,
but in this moment,
he's using it for all it's worth,
and it's working.
I loved you and Johnny both
as I would sons.
I warned you both that the choices you were making
would have consequences.
And I watched as you did whatever the hell you wanted,
as sons will.
Him leaving the Agency to be Lawrence of Arabia
and you leaving it to be a policeman.
The only surprise
is that it took so damn long
for any of this to catch up to you.
I spoke to him.
Spoke to who?
Johnny. I called him.
And I tried to help him escape.
- When did you do... - Just before he was about to get caught. Last night.
- Why would you... - Because in the process of pulling out his fingernails,
maybe Faraz Hamzad learns
that Johnny had some help screwing him over.
And then all kinds of stories
crawl out into the light.
And then maybe the next name
on Faraz Hamzad's revenge list
is mine.
This thing has been buried in the ground for 30 years.
I wanted it to stay there.
Well, you should've called me first.
What, you would've told me not to call him?
I would've told you that Johnny doesn't fucking listen
no matter how much sense you think you're making.
And I might have told you that there are better ways
of keeping things buried in the ground
than trying
to wish them away.
Is that what I think it is?
One day,
a nice young lady from The New York Times
is going to call you.
And she'll pull back the curtains,
and I hope you see that all the work you've done,
all the things you've built-- they mattered.
They're appreciated. They'll survive.
I hope you'll see tears
and reverence and love.
Believe me when I tell you that moment
is what every moment that preceded it
has been for.
What you don't want to see is doubt.
Ill regard.
Gossip and indictments
and your wife's shame
and your grandson's confusion
about what kind of man his grandfather truly was.
Do what you must
to protect that moment.
Do anything you must.
If I even touch that piece of paper
and anyone ever finds out,
I have a pretty good guess
what the headline on my obituary will be.
And it's not gonna be good.
The light's perfect.
Would that it might stay that way forever.
Why are you doing this?
Well, I saw what you were about to eat.
Somebody needed to do this.
Besides, I've got time to kill before the tow truck comes.
- And I really... I really enjoy, uh... - No, I meant...
I meant "why are you doing this"
in a "I hope you don't think it's gonna change my mind
- about the rental" kind of way.
Well,
try this and then let's talk, hmm?
You look like you know what you're doing.
I-I used to do it more.
You know, cook.
- Before my son went to college. - Mm.
I don't-I don't miss the stress of it.
I mean, I know some people find it relaxing,
but all I ever felt
was the fear of burning things.
Well,
maybe whoever taught you to do it
skipped a few steps, hmm?
Could be. Who taught you?
Oh, this guy I served with.
You were in the army?
Yeah. A long time ago. He was a local.
Uh, very... very well-respected.
And he took his kitchen very seriously.
I... I found that rather odd.
I talked to him about it.
And he told me this story that he was told as a young boy
about this wise old man and his garden.
This, uh...
This wise old man,
he never spoke.
And, uh, it wasn't because he couldn't
or because he had nothing to say.
It was because he believed
that language deceived.
That by its very nature, it clouded the truth, so
it made the world harder to know.
And, uh, this...
This wise old man, he believed
that the truth...
...the truth lived only in silence.
Communicated by other means.
That the food he prepared from his garden,
that conveyed, you know, his affection,
his gratitude
or his indifference...
...far better than any words could convey.
And it was said that this wise old man...
He could change minds in that way.
He could
soften the hardest of hearts...
...without ever saying...
...one word.
Am I getting anywhere?
When I was a kid...
...and I was having a moment...
...my mom used to drop everything
and just make me scrambled eggs.
Hey.
I don't know why it worked, but it did.
Maybe you're onto something.
- Tell me more about the dogs.
Oh, they're sweethearts. Yeah.
They've been sitting absolutely still for 20 minutes.
Is that because they listen really well
or because they're giving each other ideas?
Oh, well, they're exceptional listeners.
I asked them to sit. They're sitting.
And if you ask them not to eat the guest house,
would they listen to that, too?
Uh, you seem very uncomfortable with all this,
- and, you know, I... Truly, I understand.
- I don't want to...
Oh, look, there's the tow truck.
I don't want to cause you any trouble or make you regret this.
It's been nice to meet you. Wonderful to cook for you.
Two months' rent.
As security.
- Oh, no, we're...
- Well, are you sure? - In cash.
And you'll cook three nights a week.
Groceries are on your dime.
If you can live with that, I can live with this.
Deal.
Ow.
Oh.
We're okay.
Well, we're gonna be okay for a little while.
FBI Directorate of Intelligence.
This is an unsecured line. How may I direct your call?
I'm fine, guys.
As you were.
Whose birthday?
Joe's.
If it's your birthday, why aren't you having cake?
Well, I don't like cake.
Or celebrating at work.
Or birthdays.
Okay.
So, what are we doing here?
Well, everyone else likes those things.
Okay.
Uh, we should get you up to speed on this.
- Uh, is now a good time? - Sure thing.
Just give me a minute to settle in.
- How you holding up, kiddo? - I'm okay. What are you doing here?
You don't sound so okay.
I'm not okay.
It's only been a few weeks.
Are you okay?
No.
It's wrong for them to have brought you in like this.
I mean, Cheryl needs you at home.
Henry needs you at home.
You need you at home.
Joe has everything under control here.
Thank you. I mean it.
Right now, I've been asked in to do my job,
so I'm just trying to focus on doing my job.
Come on in, Joe.
What do you got?
Well, been working on these aliases,
- but there's not a whole hell of a lot to go on. - Aliases?
- Yeah. - What aliases?
From the subject, our guy Chase.
- Where'd we get aliases from? - From the Agency.
Somehow they managed to harvest six names.
And if we can positively ID them,
then we can start surveillance on bank accounts, residences
and make it hard for this guy to function.
Wait, I thought you were on the ground when this went down.
- How did you not know we had this? - The guy in charge
when I got there. Uh, Waters.
Apparently, he didn't want me to know.
- Why would he keep that from you? - Who knows.
Keep pushing everyone on this.
And copy me on all the raw data you pull in.
I should have my eyes on everything, as well.
And...
Uh, do me a favor. Close the door.
I've got another name that we have to track down,
but I want you guys to do it.
- No one else. - Okay. What's the name?
I don't know.
Dan Chase has a daughter.
I don't know anything about her, but I know she exists.
And I know if I can find her,
I can get control of him.
Well, if you don't know anything about her, how do you know
- that she exists? - I know him.
Knew him, at least.
We served together.
Jesus. So that's why they called you in.
Yeah.
It was a long time ago,
but yeah, I have some skin in the game on this one,
so I want to see it through.
Okay.
I'm on it.
And, kiddo.
You don't have to worry about me.
Well, I'm gonna.
- Peter?
- Hi there. - Hi.
Is it my night to cook?
No. Uh, no. Um, I just...
I feel like I need to ask you something.
Oh, okay.
I'd like you to have dinner with me.
Oh.
I-I'm confused now.
It is my night to cook?
No, no.
No, I-I'm-I'm... Dinner.
O-Out. With me.
Oh.
Okay, sure. Why not.
Dad.
Yeah.
- Dad. - Yeah.
- I know. I mean...
Look, if I say no,
then maybe she starts getting suspicious
why I won't be seen in public.
- Dad. - Look, I don't know.
She asked. I said yes.
It just, uh, it just came out.
What do you want me to tell yo? I'll be okay, okay?
Your server will be right with you.
- Thank you. - I know what I'm doing.
Well, that's attractive.
- Uh... Why don't I just put that back.
- We can pretend that never happened.
Let's see what you got.
Um...
Acid reflux.
Ah, acid reflux.
Uh, statin?
- You got anything I don't have? - Uh... phosphatidylserine.
- You got any phosphatidylserine? - What does that do?
Oh, it prevents cognitive decline.
Probably doesn't do that, you know.
Yeah, you're probably right.
But my wife, she, uh... she died of Huntington's disease
after six years of severe dementia,
so I'm erring on the side of caution.
And here I thought this would be awkward.
What, you've never started a first date
with an ailment contest before?
No, I cannot say that I have.
How long has it been for you?
You know, since your last first date.
George Bush, thereabouts.
Oh. Well, which one?
Read my lips.
- Oh, that's... Ha, ha.
That's a long time ago.
Yeah, I'm just now realizing just how long.
How about you?
Oh, a bit longer than that.
My wife, actually.
How long has it been since she passed away?
Oh, little over five years.
Yeah, we were, um...
We were married for 21 years,
but...
I knew she was the one long before that.
It was too complicated to act on it,
but the minute I saw her,
I knew she was the one.
How long has it been since your divorce?
About the same as you.
- Five years. - Hmm.
What happened?
I mean, we don't have to talk about that.
No, no, no, it's fine.
He...
Is it strange that you have an easier time
talking about your wife passing away
- than I do about my husband leaving me? - No.
No, it's not.
No, it's not, is it?
Uh...
Well, we-we married in our 20s, and, you know, it made sense.
Um, we...
I supported him however I could.
Enjoyed his company, he enjoyed mine.
We picked up slack.
We hosted and fought
and apologized, and...
- laughed and compromised. - Mm-hmm.
- And had a son. - Mm-hmm.
Loved him, cared for him, and...
We had a life, you know. We worked at it.
And it-it made sense until one day I woke up and it didn't.
And then there was a woman...
much younger than me.
And then it was over.
And my house got very, very quiet.
Oh. You didn't deserve that.
Thank you.
I mean it.
Oh?
You sure about that?
Yes, I am.
Then let me tell you the story a different way.
When we got married in our 20s, it made sense to everyone.
I was pretty sure it made sense to me, too.
We enjoyed each other's company.
We had a life.
Until one day, I woke up, and I couldn't breathe.
I dragged myself to the mirror, and I...
I recognized the eyes but not the face.
It wasn't my face.
It was my mother's face, or...
a stranger's face.
Nothing made any sense.
So, I got the courage to talk to my husband,
and I said, "Something is very wrong,
I am living the wrong life."
But I wanted to fix it somehow.
I wanted to fix it with him.
I wanted to live the right life with him.
And he agreed,
and he sacrificed, and he supported,
and he picked up slack, and he compromised, and...
...I didn't get any happier.
But I tried.
I tried.
So, eventually, he couldn't sacrifice anymore.
Eventually, he found a life that made sense
with a woman who,
when she tried to get happy,
she succeeded.
And the happier he got with her,
the more and more resentful he got towards me,
and...
spiteful.
And my life got really, really quiet.
Why would you tell the story that way?
I tell it to myself both ways.
Honest to God, I don't know which one is the truth.
I don't, uh,
I don't think what happened was your fault.
- Well... - Oh, you can't control how you feel, you know?
You're not the villain here.
I hope that's true.
I think that's true.
But here's what I do know.
Nobody ever sees themselves as playing that role.
Right?
But there they are.
There's a villain in every story.
Maybe that's why.
Maybe the only one who can play that role
is the one who can't see it happening.
Sorry. Was that too much?
- Can I get you a wine list? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Hi.
I'm-I'm Ray Waters.
Your CIA liaison,
though no one seems particularly excited
about liaising with me.
It's almost as if someone instructed them not to.
Any idea who that might've been?
Yeah, that was me.
All right, then.
You're upset that I've been less than forthcoming with your boss.
May I ask why?
Well, he hired me out of Quantico,
launched my career, taught me almost everything I know,
protected me when it was dangerous for him to.
Should I go on?
No, there's no daylight between the two of you.
I can see that.
I assume he's told you all about Faraz Hamzad, then.
He hasn't?
Well, then, that's-that's interesting.
I made some calls this morning trying to figure out
what it was we're mixed up in here.
Would you like to know what I heard?
Faraz Hamzad was a warlord in Afghanistan
during the Soviet invasion.
Now, not our favorite, right?
But formidable enough we couldn't discount him, either.
But what made him so formidable
was he had a man in his camp,
scared the living shit out of everyone over there.
He shot a rival warlord between the eyes at 1,100 yards.
Word was, he'd go on raids against Russian units,
alone.
Now, I'm talking hard targets--
pipe-hitting, spetsnaz motherfuckers.
And then just disappear into the night,
having dropped a dozen bodies in total fucking silence.
No alarm, no witnesses.
I mean, he's-he's just a goddamn madman,
this guy, right?
Now, in the Panjshir Valley,
they called him Baba-khorkhore.
It's "the beast who eats everything."
Back in Langley, there was a rumor floating around.
Baba-khorkhore, actually ex-Agency.
That's pretty scandalous, right? You got a...
got an American spy killing Russians in the battlefield.
It's not even the best part.
Word is...
Hamzad's number two--
the ghost, Baba-khorkhore...
...was Dan Chase.
That Hamzad's using us to get his hands on him
after all these years.
Something about some grudge
that apparently just never went away.
And what does this have to do with the assistant director?
Mm.
The chief of station in Islamabad
overseeing CIA support for the mujahideen
at this time...
was Harold Harper.
See, now, you just got to wonder what he might have known.
Right? You got to wonder what he might have done about it.
You got to wonder how far he might be willing to go
to keep it from coming out.
Is this what they teach you at Langley?
That no matter how much you fuck up,
you just cultivate an asset and use that
to blame somebody else for it?
If you think I'm gonna turn on Harold Harper,
you're not very good at your job.
For what it's worth,
the thing they teach you at Langley is
when a mark brings up being cultivated first...
even if they say they'll never turn,
and I mean especially when they say they'll never turn...
Well, you seem pretty good at your job, right?
I'm guessing you can fill in the rest.
Should sync up.
Stupid phone.
Hey, sweetie.
Ah, uh... No. I just, I just, uh,
went out for a bite to eat. What's up?
No, I paid it.
Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure.
Uh, a few days ago. Okay?
Everything should be square in the bursar's office.
You're okay.
Talk to you soon. I love...
Well, that totally spoiled the mood, didn't it?
Oh, my God. It did.
- I'm so s... - Look.
- Should I turn around? - Why-why would you?
I had that second glass of wine.
No. No, do not turn around.
Just drive normally,
slow to a stop, keep your hands on the wheel,
and follow their instructions, okay?
- Evening. - Hello.
Where you folks headed tonight?
Uh, home. We were just, uh,
out to dinner, now we're going home.
Hmm.
License and registration, please.
Of course.
Would you mind showing us your identification as well, sir?
Is that normal?
- He wasn't driving. - It won't take long.
- We'll have you on your way in a minute. Sir? - You know, uh...
Officer, I'm sorry.
Uh, we left in a hurry. I didn't bring my wallet.
Officer, my husband and I have lived in this area
for a long time.
Is this really necessary?
Excuse me.
- Sorry, I just thought... - It's gonna be all right. Trust me.
I'm gonna ask you both to step out of the vehicle.
Stand right over here, ma'am.
Just right over here, please.
Beautiful night, huh?
- It's all right.
It's all right, but we need to get moving.
What the hell are you?
Please, just get in the car with me.
I can't do that.
I see you.
Unit 42, report to 3488 Riverside Drive.
- Do you copy? - Copy that, we're on our way.
Sir, I smelled alcohol on your wife's breath.
Have you had anything to drink tonight?
I haven't. No.
Good. You drive.
- And be more careful next time. - Oh.
- Thank you, Officer.
- Appreciate that.
- Oh, thank you.
You want to come in for coffee?
Oh. What is it?
- 10:30.
Yes. Yes, it is.
- Huh?
I'm gonna be going sometime soon, and, uh...
I don't want to create a weird situation for you.
Maybe can I at least have a say
in what may or may not make me feel weird?
It's complicated.
You know...
at your age I'd been married twice already.
I'd lapped you.
I didn't realize it was a contest.
You got to get out of here at some point, man.
At least pretend you want something else out of life.
Yes. Yes, you're right.
I will, I will get right on that.
Then tell me you've found something, Agent Adams.
Tell me you got some good news.
I do, and it's not.
We found the daughter.
She's dead.
Emily Anne Chase died, 2003. Suicide.
It looked like they kept it quiet.
CIA must not have thought to look for it,
but it wasn't hard to find. There was a police report.
We're still working the aliases.
You know, we're gonna turn something up.
More of the raw. Joe wanted you to have it ASAP.
Hotline call-ins, traffic stops,
anything fitting our search criteria.
- You want this here or in your office? - Yeah, yeah, here.
- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.
Waters got into my ear today.
He told me some stuff about Faraz Hamzad.
And about you.
Mm-hmm.
Well, is it true?
I mean, what the hell is this really all about?
This is the end of a very long story,
in which I'm not sure anyone's ever...
really known the answer to that question.
Right now,
I just want to make sure the damn thing ends,
so I can go home.
Make sure you get some sleep, you hear?
The end is never what you imagined it to be.
And the end is everything, isn't it?
Colors.
All that came before it.
In the end,
the end is all that matters.
My end was consumed with fear for you.
For the torment and pain
and unbearable loneliness you faced
if you never allowed yourself
to take another partner again.
I never wanted you to be alone.
Please. Don't.
If she only knew...
knew what you did to me.
Stole me into your life.
Disfigured me so that I would fit.
Or maybe it's me who did that to you.
It's so fucking hard to remember.
Can I be here when you tell her?
Or maybe I should just tell her myself.
This was a mistake.
We'll find another place to lay low.
I don't want to have to hurt her.
I'm okay, I'm okay. Just give me a minute.
What happened?
Um...
my son went to take his organic chemistry midterm today
and was denied seating.
The, uh, registrars' office said that the tuition check...
had bounced, and I said that was impossible.
But then I went online and, uh, sure enough,
the account was overdrawn by $41.
By $41.
So, I-I apologized and I said I would take care of it.
And that I was so sorry that he had been embarrassed like that.
But what I didn't tell him, what I...
what I so fucking wanted to tell him is
the reason that the account was overdrawn
is because his father
likes to short his alimony payments sometimes,
just to send a message.
You wanted a different life.
This is what it looks like.
So, my son will spend the afternoon
in his professor's office
trying to reschedule the test,
and I'll be on the phone for the next two days,
arguing about the penalties they're gonna charge.
- Why don't you let me pay it? - No.
I'd really be happy to.
- It's just money. - Money is never just the money.
- You don't need to do that.
Hello?
Hello.
Morgan Bote gave me your number.
I've been expecting your call.
Is this a good time?
Uh, well... Yeah, hold on, please.
You do understand what it is I do, yes?
I've been on one or two of these calls before,
in another life.
Went to great lengths to make sure
I'd never be on one of them again.
I was offered your number.
I took it.
I don't know why I took it.
I guess I figured it was okay
because there was no way I'd ever be able to use it.
Why wouldn't you be able to use it?
The guy I wanted you to visit--
I figured there was a good chance
he'd never be found again.
It's hard to disappear in this world.
You're giving this guy a lot of credit.
Are you good at this?
Beg your pardon?
Are you good at this?
I don't think you would've been given my number
if I weren't.
I don't think so either, but I'd like to hear you say it.
Yeah. I know what I'm doing.
Because no matter what this sounds like to you--
no matter how easy any of this sounds--
it will not be easy.
There's nothing he won't do to ensure his own survival.
There is no limit to the damage he'll do
or the things he'll destroy.
This is not someone to underestimate.
So, if you're asking me to help you locate him,
it would be helpful to be pointed in the right direction.
4921 Stratford Avenue.
Colliersville, Pennsylvania.
Let me know when it's done.