You'll forgive me for being blunt,
but who the fuck are you?
A friend.
I don't have friends in the Triad.
Yakuza?
As much as I'd like to continue this game,
I have a batch of my heralded pruno brewing
in the cell toilet. I really must attend to it.
So perhaps you should tell me why you're here.
Do you know him?
Tony Bravo.
Does not ring bells.
You spent some time together in Rosarito Beach.
Oh, yes.
That was mein haus.
I entertained many people there but never this man.
I know for a fact he had something to do with your arrest.
Well, then you know more than me.
Should your memory improve, I've been empowered
to make you an offer.
Let me see that picture again.
Oh, yes. I remember him now.
Some mid-level, cheese-eating dealer from L.A.
Who gave me up to the feds.
You aren't telling me the full story.
Of course not.
If you want the unabridged version,
you're going to have to tell me
what kind of offer you're making.
The only kind that means something to someone in here,
freedom.
This is a cruel promise if it cannot be kept.
Tell me, how is it that you can make this offer?
Who do you work for?
I'm sorry to say we've reached the end of the road,
old friend.
If anyone deserves a fate better than this, it's you.
But alas, time is a thief.
And my advances in research can only take us so far.
My sin... being born too early.
Still...
I thank you for being willing to help us this one last time.
Of course.
It may be too late for me, but not for my family.
It will be done.
Hello?
Agent peacott is awake.
I'll be right there.
He was a little disoriented when he woke.
He seems to have some moderate retrograde amnesia.
Is that a cause for concern?
Not for me.
Neuroimaging shows no signs of damage.
Scans are negative for stroke.
Sensory and motor responses are normal.
Physically, he checks out fine.
But?
But someone doesn't just go to sleep for four days
and wake up with no ill effects.
I'd keep him out of the field for a while.
Thanks.
The television landscape sure has changed.
You were only out four days.
I know, but...
Generally speaking.
You know, you gave us quite a scare.
How are you feeling?
I feel more rested and relaxed than I've felt in a long time.
I feel great.
You know, you weren't great when we found you.
You were terrified and in pain.
You were saying something about your hands.
"They took my hands."
You remember that at all?
I remember going into Adaptive
and talking to the receptionist.
I remember walking down a long, white hallway, and then...
I woke up here an hour ago.
I just need to get back to the office,
shake out the cobwebs. Am I clear to leave?
You are, but you need to go home and rest.
Too late for that. I've been doing some reading.
Did you know there's a whole sect of people who believe
that survivors of the Ze'otec virus still exist to this day?
How old would that make them now exactly?
Not them specifically, their bloodline.
Look at this.
There's all kinds of speculation about how to harness
the power of the survivors,
believing that they possess the key to true immortality.
We know why they want the virus, population control.
Well, that's the theory at least.
Make room for the people who believe that they can live
for hundreds of years.
Oh.
A lot's happened since you've been out.
This is why I never take sick days.
I want you all to watch A.S. Roma defend this corner kick.
Look at the dispossession.
- The counterattack. - Wow.
Pass to the wing...
And the game-winning goal.
Do we have a friendly coming up against them
we don't know about?
This is in preparation for next week's match
against Austin.
They field a defensive scheme that is nearly identical
to Inter Milan.
As you can see, Roma destroyed Inter Milan.
Study the best, and you can beat the best.
And study we will.
Because if you don't show up ready to play next game,
you'll lose so bad,
it'll make my first divorce settlement look like a victory.
And that bitch took money I haven't even earned yet.
Got me?
Oh, and there's one more thing.
Don't forget to be here by 8:00 tonight
for the latest episode of my favorite show,
the rich get richer, starring Andres Galan.
Why do we have to waste a perfectly good evening
talking to these wankers?
Your job doesn't end when the game does.
You're an ambassador to this team every minute
you're out of whatever skirt's bed you take up shop in.
Who doesn't want to be here?
Huh?
No, please, I really want to know.
Whose life is so hard that the very idea of free food
and drink and adoration from the club's biggest supporters
is such a burden to you?
Caesar.
Or Bravo.
Duquesne, I know you'll be here tonight.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
Si, Señor.
The sales from our gold boxes is what pays for all,
all of your inflated salaries, and don't forget it!
Without the fans, we have nothing.
The club is nothing, and nothing is no good for me!
I came down here to say how much I was looking forward
to coming to celebrate with you all at tonight's party,
but now...
You just all better be here.
You hear me, Holester?
Who died and ruined his day?
That's a good question.
Hello?
Tony?
Yeah. Who's asking?
Is this the same Tony who drank my Tequila,
puked in my face, and threw me in jail for trying
to make a living... the DEA agent?
How'd you get this number?
The same way I got this phone.
You know, you'd be surprised how resourceful people
can be inside this place.
That's too much ketchup, dummkopf.
Cut it with the crushed jollys.
I'm hanging up.
Don't be so hasty, hmm?
You haven't even heard why I've called.
I need you to get me out of here.
Why would I do that?
I'm the one that put you in there.
Because some chinaman paid me a visit.
Asked a lot of questions about you,
and he told me he could get me released
if I was to tell him about our past interactions.
You can relax.
I told him you were just another piece of shit drug dealer.
So I was only half lying.
What do you want?
For some fräulein to be playing Wagner
on my skin flute by tonight.
Make it happen, Tony,
or the chinaman gets what he came for...
your full biography.
This is your captain speaking.
Welcome to World Asia Airlines
flight 409 to Chicago.
I love you guys.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Can I help you find your seat?
24C is right over there, sir.
If there's anything you need on the flight,
please don't hesitate.
Thank you, miss.
I plan on taking a nice, long nap.
Excuse me. I'm sorry about that.
I'm sorry.
Arigato.
What else did the German say, exactly?
Just that he wanted out by tonight, and then he hung up.
Rather than give you up to them,
he's looking for a better deal.
So we can assume he hasn't ratted Tony out?
Yet.
Am I clear to go to this Riot party tonight?
Yeah. Just watch your back.
I'll watch his back.
I'm going as his date.
Are you sure you're up for that?
Consider the week you just had.
- I'm fine. - Okay. Go.
I'll handle the German on this end.
Handle him how?
By having him renditioned to parts unknown
before final bed check.
Party in the locker room.
Who knew?
I don't see Galan.
He's probably upstairs with the VIPs.
Right now, this room is merely a vessel for you and I
to get to know each other.
No one else here matters.
It's just me and you, girl.
Ain't no place I'd rather be.
Laying it on a bit thick, no?
Limey, please.
Galan really goes all out for his luxury suite owners.
Do you know how much those boxes cost?
No idea.
A million dollars a game.
Huh?
Are you sure you're okay?
Really? You too?
Sorry. You just seem a little tense.
And after the other day...
you kind of went a little crazy.
She killed herself. That was her decision.
Yeah, I meant the part just before that.
I protect my team.
If something happened to you,
I would find the people responsible.
I don't have to explain myself to you.
You're right.
- Let's just move on. - Good.
It's just, you're supposed to be the steady one
in the group.
We can't have you going all Chuck Bronson on us.
I'm fine.
Here.
What?
Just stop wiggling around, and stand still.
- Here, come here. - What are you doing?
It's a relaxation thing I learned
from my supervisor at the DEA.
Old Taiwanese technique his grandmother taught him.
Huh?
Better?
Mm-hmm.
- Drinks? - Mm.
Now, for those of you who have been wondering
why we must raise ticket prices again,
behold the fruits of that small sacrifice.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
the Wells Fargo Riot room...
an elegant, sophisticated VIP lounge
where you chosen few can congregate
before and after the game,
a place you can truly call your home.
With world-class cuisine, private wine lockers,
a walk-in humidor, and wall-to-wall flat screens,
so you won't have to miss a minute of the action.
This is an exclusive space unrivaled by any other stadium
in the country, and it's all for you.
So let us drink.
To progress.
Progress.
To progress.
And it even has toilets.
I don't see Samuel anywhere.
Is he required to show up to these parties?
Yeah, I don't think he can be required to do anything.
Holy shit.
That's P-Rod.
Who?
Paul Rodriguez. Pro skater.
Do you mind if I just...
go ahead.
Uh, P-Rod?
- It's the Matador. - You know who I am?
Yeah, man. I saw the Austin game.
You leave it all out there on the pitch.
You're a warrior.
Says the guy who won four gold medals at the X Games.
That's impressive.
So you going to make the roster again this week?
- We need you. - I don't know.
You see the coach around, maybe you could put in
- a good word for me. - You got it.
Phase one is now complete, my friend.
They've noticed us noticing them.
Now we wait a minute and move on to phase two.
No, I'm good. You go for it.
I told you, I'm not looking for a one-night stand.
You don't know what you're looking for.
If you did, you would have found it by now.
Well, maybe I've got my eye on someone.
That's a lovely notion, Caesar.
However, we have an obligation as single men
in a televised sport to spread our seed.
It's a time-honored tradition.
Hey.
Oh, dear God.
What?
You're not talking about Senna.
And what if I am?
Her father would bury you under the pitch
for even thinking about it.
Don't you ever get tired of random women?
I get what you're after.
We've all had our Sennas.
A woman who you'd do anything to be with,
who you would pour your heart into, and you'd risk...
trust me, it's a lousy return on investment.
Who was it for you?
Let's just say there's a certain actress
whose films I don't allow myself to see.
Ladies, allow me to introduce myself.
Name's Holester, and can I just say,
ne'er have I met two women
as gorgeous as you standing in one place.
Where are you from?
Oklahoma.
I never met anyone from Oklahoma before.
I'm trying to meet someone from every state.
It's a little game I'm playing.
Now you can check another place off your list.
Maybe I can.
Our hope is to break ground by the first of next month.
But if we want to be ready for our season opener in 2015...
We want our season ticket holders to...
Breaking news to report as a passenger jet bound for Chicago
out of Hong Kong was forced to make an emergency landing
at San Francisco international airport.
Initial reports stated that the World Asia Airlines
flight 409, a Boeing 767, had suffered
an engine malfunction and was forced
to attempt an emergency landing.
Though, from what we can see, the plane does not appear
to be damaged.
It's surrounded by emergency vehicles,
and yet no efforts have been made to deplane the passengers.
We are now learning from airport officials
that flight 409 is officially under quarantine.
Quarantine?
We're not sure whether this is a result
of some contaminants or an illness on the plane,
or perhaps, God forbid, that it was
some kind of act of terrorism.
We will continue to stay live on this developing story
as more information becomes available to us.
It's happening.
Got it.
That was the deputy director.
He's confirmed it's a viral event.
CDC are on-site. There are no survivors.
Well, how many people?
It was a full flight, crew included, 375.
They're keeping it under wraps for now,
but it's only a matter of time before the press
gets wind of this.
So what's our move?
Luckily, no one's been let off the plane,
so it should be contained for now.
Do we even know if this is the virus?
Not yet.
But if it is, this could just be the beginning.
We need to get out of here.
- I don't think I should leave. - Why?
I should keep an eye on Galan, see if he makes a move.
I can't leave you here, not with the Aleman situation.
It's too dangerous. If Samuel shows up...
I can take care of myself.
Fine.
Stay only as long as Galan does.
Then get back to the office.
Okay.
Billie.
Picked a hell of a day to wake up from a coma.
I felt a disturbance in the force the moment
- you were assigned to my post. - Hmm.
Well, until you're reinstated, it's still my post.
So pull up a chair and help a sister out.
- This is Hong Kong? - Yep.
Looking for security breaches, how the virus was transported.
Any theories on a delivery device?
Mm, could be an infected person.
You know, patient zero.
The virus killed fast, right?
375 passengers in 12 hours.
You put an infected passenger through a security line
in an international terminal, you get an outbreak.
Yeah, no reported cases of infection in the airport.
So someone must have let it out on the plane.
Let's work the manifest, flight crew as well.
Can't rule anybody out.
♪ In my mind
♪ intertwined
♪ are our legs twisted
♪ chase your goals
♪ chills for hours
- wow. - You like it?
Yeah. Your voice, it's, um...
it's ethereal.
That's good, right?
- Really good. - Yeah.
Some of it's production.
You know, things they do in the studio,
sweetening and stuff.
Well, you can change the way a voice sounds,
but you can't change where it comes from.
Yours comes from a beautiful place.
Thanks.
You know I play guitar, if you ever want to jam or anything.
Yeah.
Senna, I need to speak to you in private.
One second, daddy.
I'm showing my demo to Caesar.
Go away now.
Really?
It's cool.
No. No, it's not.
Senna, I don't have time for your games today.
It's okay, Senna. We can do this another time.
God, I can't believe you just yelled at me
in front of him like that. That was so embarrassing.
You need to get out of here immediately.
What? Why, what's going on?
You're leaving the city.
I have a car waiting for you downstairs.
Leave the city?
Okay, you're kind of freaking me out right now.
You need to go home now, pack some things,
and head for the house in Palm Springs.
- Can you do that? - Yes.
- But what about you? - I'll be fine.
Call me when you arrive, all right?
The second that plane touched down...
Okay.
Except for it was a canceled flight,
so you'd never know that something went wrong.
I'm thankful too that whatever, you know,
killed those people, you know,
we don't want that getting out.
Maybe we can go back to your place now?
Oh, darling, I'd love to...
But I'm meeting a friend from Minnesota.
Tony.
You have to come with us.
Where are you guys off to?
My dad's telling me I have to go
to our house in Palm Springs.
Yeah, it's about to get popping, Bravo.
What, he asked you to leave?
Yeah, but I'm bringing the party with me.
Did he say why he wants you out of town?
No, but I think it has to do with that plane on the news.
I have no idea why, but he seems kind of freaked out.
Tony, why don't you come with us?
Yeah, we got plenty of room, man.
Oh, no, thanks.
Think I'm just gonna chill here, have some more free booze.
- Call it a night. - All right.
Well, if you change your mind, call us.
I don't know what's happening.
It all just happened so fast.
I have to put this down.
Jillian, take care of... take care of daddy, okay?
I love you. I love you both so much.
This was uploaded to the cloud
by one of the passengers four hours ago.
Major news networks are showing it on a loop.
Go back a bit.
Once wasn't enough for you?
There, toward the middle. Aisle seat.
The whole plane is in full panic.
This guy is totally at peace.
Or totally dead.
Right. What row is he in?
24.
Tony, how's it going over there?
I think it's possible L.A. is a target.
Galan just sent Senna out of the city.
Has he left too?
No. No, not yet at least.
Smith's coordinating with Homeland Security.
I'll give him the heads-up about L.A.
All right.
There's not much more I can do from here.
I'm coming in.
We'll see you soon.
What's up, man?
Going somewhere?
Yeah. Party in Galan's office.
That's where the good food is.
I understand you are injured.
Krav Maga, was it?
This is your suspiciously zen passenger from seat 24C.
Ted Navidi. British passport.
Background check is in the works.
No carry-on bag for an international flight?
Okay. I'll admit that's a little odd.
Let me see the passenger video again.
Stop there.
On the footage, see?
No oxygen.
Why isn't he hooked up anymore?
Guy's dying. He probably figures,
what's the point?
Or he's dying because his oxygen tank
is what spread the virus.
Who's gonna stop an old man with an O2 tank?
Imaging technology isn't gonna pick that up.
Unless that tank is being directly screened
for biologicals,
he waltzes right through security checkpoints.
Hey. Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah. Why? You were saying?
We need to get someone on that plane.
Right.
I'll check in with San Francisco.
Don't move.
Look, man.
You'd be wise to do as he says, Tony.
Someone like to tell me what the hell is going on here?
Samuel here has made some rather disturbing accusations
against you, Tony, and you must answer them.
Look. The guy doesn't like me.
Made that pretty clear from day one.
So what? Now he's saying stuff about me?
Shocker.
Now, Tony, you need to be honest with me.
After all I've done for you,
I think I deserve that much.
Are you working undercover?
Have you been spying on me all this time,
worming your way into my organization,
using my team to get close to me,
- to my daughter? - No, sir.
I swear.
Ooh.
Like I said, Samuel doesn't like people crowding his space.
When it was just you and him, he could control the situation.
Now there's someone else you confide in.
That's the best you can do?
I'm jealous.
Tony, you need to tell me right now
everything we knew about you before you showed up here.
Your gangland past.
The drugs.
All lies.
All part of your cover, wasn't it?
Mr. Galan, I wouldn't lie to you.
You know that.
You have to believe me.
Keep talking.
Everything you say is about to become irrelevant.
We got a problem.
San Francisco's pushing back on the plane.
Different subject.
I just spoke to the deputy director.
He just sent a team in to pull Aleman out of prison,
and he's gone.
Gone?
Where the hell could he be?
Greetings, gentlemen.
Who the hell are you?
Why don't you ask Tony?
I've never seen this guy before.
Oh, Tony.
This hurts my feelings.
You haven't even heard why I've called.
I need you to get me out of here.
Why would I do that?
I'm the one that put you in there.
Because some chinaman paid me a visit.
It is my hope that you suffer a long and painful death
for the shit that you have put me through.
Four-walled hellhole, that place.
Oh.
Oh, mmm.
Gentlemen, if you permit me a brief digression.
You know food is a passion of mine.
This morning I had banana pancakes.
It had been so long since I had these.
All that butter and syrup
and the bacon... mmm.
Maple syrup on bacon is proof there is a God.
Anything and everything I wanted to eat today, I did.
Now after months of the slop
they make us choke down inside,
the world is my oyster.
Oh, yes.
I had those too.
And then, to top it all off,
I have spent the last hour
drinking all of the fine Tequila that Mr. Galan
has so graciously offered his guests.
And do you know why I tell you all this?
Hmm?
Because you will know my pain and embarrassment.
You will know the anguish of Rosarito.
Damn it to hell!
I think you'd better go now.
You rot in hell, you schwein!
"Why would I do that when it was me who put you there?"
That's what you said, isn't it?
Or are you now going to tell me that that was not your voice?
No.
Not even as brazen a liar as you could do that.
No more lies.
Only facts.
You, the goddamn DEA.
Is it true?
Yes.
I was an agent...
Back then, but I'm not anymore.
Not since the day that I set foot on the Riot field.
You expect us to believe that?
It's true.
I wasn't happy at the DEA,
chasing down dealers like that asshole Aleman.
For what?
The system is broken, and there was nothing
I or anyone else at the agency could do that would fix it.
When I realized that, I knew that I had to get out.
That's the story you're gonna bet your life on?
It's the truth.
You're done talking now.
You see, I like you, Tony.
That's why this is so hard.
I like your family.
Good people.
Being at your sister's quinceañera reminded me
of what it's like to be in a real home.
You remember that night?
When I pulled you aside to tell you
that Samuel was questioning someone
who we believed was causing trouble to us?
And within two hours, you left the party,
Samuel was ambushed, and our subject was rescued.
Samuel also informed me that a fight ensued.
Lift up your shirt.
Coming through the first-class cabin now.
You seeing this?
Visual's good. The quicker you get this thing,
the faster you can get out of there.
You're almost there.
Seat 24c. It's up on your right.
I see something.
Got it.
It's empty.
Fingerprint it immediately.
We'll be waiting for confirmation on our end.
The prints we lifted off the tank belong
to Maurice Avanzato, who, sure enough,
connected to flight 409 from Lampang, Thailand,
under the name of Ted Navidi.
Fake passport. That's what we figured.
Yeah. It would appear so.
And this Avanzato guy was loaded.
You know that little washer that sits inside your faucet,
so it doesn't leak? This guy invented that.
He's been giving away his money to political causes ever since.
- Okay, that's weird. - What?
Right here, it says he was born in 1902.
This can't be our guy.
Holy shit.
He was 112 years old?
You need to make up your mind right now.
I want him to talk.
Men like him don't talk.
One gets bored
of guns and blades.
I do, at least.
I'd like our last moments together to be more...
Memorable.
If you have any hopes of surviving tonight,
you will tell me everything I want to know.