Previously on Cleaners...
El Mariposa runs one of the most successful cartels
in the Caribbean. We want you to infiltrate--
Get any intel that gets you further up the chain.
Who do you take the money to?
Arturo Felix? Si, si.
Arturo Felix, see?
Goddamn it.
Why'd you run away from the Walkers?
There might have been a boy.
He and his wife Sally used to be
the most crack husband and wife unit in the game.
Then one day, Sally was killed by a drunk driving cop.
Carlos went ballistic.
He sees his dead wife under a heavy cloud of pollution.
...was apparently stabbed with a knife
hidden inside a bag of dog feces.
That's the girls. They did that.
Mother? I got a lead for you.
I got to tell you, Clarence.
I think it's about time you updated the old database.
Now, we have four places left.
If mother is not at one of these final places,
I'm done. It's over.
Mother, stop!
Jesus Christ.
You didn't have to kill him.
Oh, really? Because what he was trying to do to me
didn't really feel like a baptism.
He was a good man. And that's what I try to be.
But whoever gets involved with you,
it's kill or be killed.
Who are you working for? Shut up.
You're a little outside your jurisdiction, aren't you?
I said shut up, but what I really mean is shut the hell up.
Whenever he gets here, you're going to be his responsibility.
Who? Who? Doctor.
You sound like the world's slowest owl.
How much to release me? One million? Two?
What about me? Like the man said, shut up.
I know where Veronica is. Name your price.
Enough. She's on the island, Barnes.
I sent someone to take her out, but I can call them off.
Bullshit. I know you're sweet on her.
If you ever want to see her again,
it's up to me whether it'll be alive or dead.
You release me, and I'll call off my hound.
I said, enough's enough.
I don't need your money, and I don't need your lies.
As soon as Phillips gets here, he'll handle both of you.
Phillips?
As in CIA Clarence Phillips?
Wait, who's that?
Worst shadow of them all.
Cleaners - S02E05 - "She's alive"
1st aired Aug 19, 2014
Come on, Veronica, get up. You're over-thinking this.
Rely on your instincts. Stop your sniveling.
There's no room for emotion in this game.
Get up. Again. Again!
How can you be the best unless you always give your best?
Do it again. That's a new kill house record.
You're going to beat Joshua's time.
Marcus thinks it's a waste of time.
A waste of time?
Well, screw him, because we have no time to waste.
The crypt might be a dead end, literally,
but what else have we got? Relax, Veronica.
He had a camera put up to monitor it like you asked.
Just calm down.
He came back to us, you know.
Excuse me?
Joshua.
What?
He returned, even when you didn't.
I guess he wasn't as strong as you.
Didn't hate us as much.
He was never quite the same person
once he found out you hadn't come back as well.
He seemed somewhat darker.
But he eventually settled in, finished his time and was sold.
Like the rest of them.
Sold to who?
Can't remember.
Security head of some Mexican outfit, I think.
My memory isn't what it once was.
But I do recall he stayed in touch for many years after
to see if we had heard from you.
And what'd you tell him? The truth.
That we had no direct contact with you
outside of the payments you were making to us.
I'm sorry about the device.
It was Marcus' idea, and there was no swaying him.
He blames himself for what happened to Mia.
But I'm sure you'll get it done in time.
You were always one of our brightest.
Wow. Can't believe I remembered that.
Perfectly. Hm.
I haven't done that since--
Since you were here? No matter how hard I try,
I just can't seem to get this place out of my system.
Was it really that bad?
The Marcus you know is clearly not the one I do.
Maybe Mia changed him.
Or her death changed him back.
What is she doing?
Ugh! What the hell, Roxie?
Yeah, a little bit different than punching air.
Roxie. You would be useless in the real world.
Roxie, let her go. - Where is it?
What? The antidote, where is it?
I said let her go. Aah!
Stop it! We are dying, Veronica.
We are dying because of you and this place.
And you're drinking the fucking Kool-Aid.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, don't I? You were raised in a cult, V.
A very sadistic cult. Don't call me V.
Enough!
There's movement on the camera.
That's the second one today.
Looks like a money drop site.
I want you to get there and see where it all ends up.
Veronica...
Good instincts.
You coming?
You're not one of them, you know.
One of what?
A Walker. A robot.
You ran away because you didn't like what they made you,
and you fell in love, remember?
Just because you're back, doesn't mean you have to become
an emotionless drone again.
We are what we are, Roxie.
Well, I liked who you were becoming.
I just want to get this job done,
get the antidote, and get on with my life.
Can we at least agree on that?
Oh, here comes someone.
He doesn't look very sad.
Hm. Maybe leaving the flowers is a sign for the collection.
Yep. Now we just have to wait for them.
Hey, eleven o'clock.
I think.
Do you think that's the courier?
What's going on?
I don't know, Roxie. Like you, I can't see.
As soon as he comes out, we have to follow.
We can't afford to lose them.
I bet you wherever that bag's going,
El Mariposa's going to be there.
Don't get too close. Ugh. I know what I'm doing, V.
How many times have I told you? Stop calling me V.
Hey.
Hey, you all right?
Are you all right?
Hey.
Buddy. What are you, drunk?
Rox, we're going to lose them. Come on.
You're drunk. Okay.
It's too suburban.
There's too many eyes. We can't go in that way.
We don't.
Not when the house is on the water.
That's good.
Sampling our product again, I see.
Relax, Pablo. You are no longer on the clock.
Ha-ha-ha. As long as everything is in order.
Mm? Then you are free to sample as much as you desire.
Very fine vintage indeed.
So, tell me, Pablito,
any word on who was responsible
for the heat on Javier's distribution site?
Not yet, senor,
but we have every cop from here to Miami in our pocket,
so when they find out, so will we.
What the hell is that?
Hey.
Vamanos, vamanos. - No Espanola.
Hey, it's okay. I'll take care of it.
Hola, hola,big boy. Ha-ha.
Are you a buzz kill like your friend over here,
or you going to come in and join us, hm?
The water's so beautiful.
As are you, senoritas.
But today is a day of rest and relaxation.
Aw, come on.
Uh, I personally don't like jet skis.
But...I'm very fond of champagne.
Oh! Champagne. Yeah! Ha-ha!
Si, tambien. Ha-ha-ha!
Oh, my God. This place is amazeballs.
Am I right, Vera? Totally, Roxanne.
I mean, there is nothing like this in blah-town Ohio.
Well, well, well. Today just got a little less boring. Ha-ha.
So to what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?
Well, me and my girl here are on a little vacay,
and we're up for some fun.
Looks like you could be our guy, daddy-o.
Oh, bonita.I could be your guy.
I could be her guy, or I could be everybody's guy.
So, what do we call you, big guy?
Well, I have many names and aliases,
but why don't you call me yours?
Cheers, yours!
Drinks! Music! Let's show these luscious creatures
the hospitality we are famous for.
Whoo! Whoo!
Gracias, amigo. You're welcome. Hey!
Not now. I'll let you know when we will all retire upstairs.
Why do you have to play with a girl's emotions?
Oh, baby, don't worry.
I'll be playing with everything very soon.
I'm going to use the little girls room.
I think I'll go with you. Hey, hey.
I don't want to be left on my poor little lonesome.
But we do everything together. Absolutely...
Everything. Ha-ha-ha.
Okay then.
But don't be long now.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
You just save our spots.
Ugh. No.
What do you think? I don't like it.
Why? What do you mean? It seems too easy.
Yeah, he's clearly the big swinging dick around here.
I just have to see that tattoo, if he'll let me
get that goddamn shirt off. Okay, so say it's him.
We have no weapons. They're armed to the teeth.
We are way outnumbered,
and we'll never get out of here alive.
Holy shit. What?
Oh, my God, that's Mia. The Walker's kid.
And that's yours!
It's freaking El Mariposa. It has to be.
We're never going to be this close again.
And besides, what choice do we have?
Oh. Shit.
All right.
The master bedroom is upstairs facing the canal.
I know that from the grand tour.
All right, we get him upstairs, we get him naked.
We confirm it's the tattoo when we kill him.
His security is stuck to him like Silly Putty.
He'll probably invite them in. We can contain it.
We smash the window, we jump into the water,
and we jet ski back to the antidote.
What do you think?
Oh. Sounds like what a fat kid always wants.
A piece of cake.
What happened to the party?
Yeah, where's the big boy?
He unfortunately got called on urgent business.
But he did say to give you this. It's for a party tonight.
He said you can finish up what you started.
Hm. Also, it's a masquerade.
So buy something short, tight, and sexy, so he can find you.
She's alive.
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