The Mosquito Coast - Second Season

Hey, come on.

What's the rush?

I mean, you don't wanna get caught, do you?

- By who? - Isela, for starters.

All of her rules about staying within the boundaries.

Okay, what now?

Not a problem.

Good plan.

Stop dicking me around, okay?

I understand he's eluded you in the past,

and you need me to catch him red-handed in the middle of the act.

I'm searching his house today,

but you're not giving me clear information on my immunity.

Hey, listen to me.

Full immunity is a big fucking ask, Margot.

Are you speaking for the entire NSA or just yourself?

Other people need to sign off on this.

Well, are they?

Are you gonna be straight with me, or do I need to get someone else involved?

Did you speak to Charlie about the gun?

I will.

Allie, this is serious.

- I got it. - He needs to know he's going back.

- I have to go to work. - What's going on?

I just gotta go, all right? I'm late.

Even if you get Sandpiper up and running, is it what they want?

No. Not in a million years. It was never designed to do that.

I'm stalling for time.

What's happening?

Guillermo is dangerous. All right?

I tracked his smuggling routes.

I found predictable activity and an anomaly.

Of what?

Something he wants kept secret. Off the grid.

I need to find out what it is.

- I have to go. - I'm starving.

- Hey, sweetie. - Hey.

You better be quick. The kitchen closes soon.

Wait, where's Dina? Where'd she go?

Hunting for mushrooms with Adolfo.

Wait, are you guys coming? Dad?

No. I'm good.

See you all later.

You're the only one who likes my soup.

Your food is good, guera.

It's good.

Gracias.

I come in peace.

You know, you could just turn it off. Or get a burner.

I need the video function.

You have a kid?

A son. Otto. He's six.

He lives with his mother in Bristol.

He's beautiful.

Do you see him much?

His mother wanted me to be a constant presence, or not at all.

And I tried staying put. I even got a job at Amnesty.

In fact, I did everything she wanted me to do,

- but it felt... - Performative.

Fashionable.

Self-congratulatory.

But you have a son.

I mean, didn't that change things? What if something happened to you?

I made a choice.

And now he has a stepdad, and I'm relegated to video chats.

You were able to quiet the militant voice and raise your children.

You're lucky.

You know, I listened to the words that you said to me yesterday.

They really affected me.

I've been thinking a lot of things lately, even turning myself in.

But yesterday, you reminded me that I used to care.

I wanna help you.

That's a mighty quick U-turn from "stay the hell away."

And a very convincing "fuck off."

Well, you could have tucked yourself into a lot of other nearby staging areas

as well, but here you are.

This is not one of those operations

for the idealistic academics we once were, Margot.

I'm not gonna ruin your life. Not again.

Well, I reached the end of that road. So there's that.

Do you remember the first time you came over to my house?

You were so shy. Intimidated.

But I knew, we both knew, there was something there.

There still is.

Yeah.

But I'm sorry, I can't help you this time.

See it like I'm protecting you.

You have a car?

Well, not exactly.

But it's got wheels and an engine.

And it runs.

Sorry.

It's Ridley's. I use it for work,

- but sometimes he lets me borrow it. - Nice.

Watch out.

So, tell me, where are we going?

No. You'll find out.

- Just wait. - Oh, my God.

That's where I play football.

I'd say I'm pretty good.

Never got to do stuff like that. Just be a kid. You know?

Yeah, I know.

Sucks.

Okay, what if you could trade lives with someone?

Who would you be?

Sixteen-year-old girl who lives in a nice neighborhood with both parents,

who have normal fucking jobs. And they have a dog.

So no one specific?

Nope.

Just a normal girl.

I don't buy it.

Fine. The fucking queen of England.

Okay, so that's our church.

Whole town's there on Sunday.

I prayed for us.

What?

I don't know. It's just weird to me.

I'm not really religious. I'm…

the opposite, actually.

So you don't believe?

Doesn't it get… lonely?

What's going on?

Stop asking questions.

Everyone looks so happy.

You dance?

- No. I don't know how. - It's banda. It doesn't matter.

I'll teach you. Come on.

- No. - Get up. Come on.

- No. - Let's go.

Oh, my God.

Come on. Let's go.

It's all right, I promise. All right, come on.

Jesus Christ.

- Dad, it's me. - Charlie, what are you doing here?

I followed you.

And why the hell did you do that?

Well, I heard you tell Mom you were in danger and wanted to help.

You shouldn't have come.

Did you see those men back there?

Guillermo's guys run a looting sideline. This place is so rotten.

Yeah, I've seen them before, though.

Wait, sorry. You've come this far on your own before?

Charlie.

Yeah, a few times.

Dad, it's okay, though. I know how to be careful, all right?

I know about those guys. They're huaqueros.

They're looters. They look for artifacts and stuff.

Look, I can help you. Let me help.

The guy who owns Casa Roja, he wants me to use Sandpiper to help him.

I'll explain later.

Hey.

If you're coming, let's go.

And then one more and turn.

Okay.

Great.

- And then... - Again?

Allie wasn't at the jetty. And he's not at Casa Roja.

I waited, and I waited.

He stood me up.

So, you gonna tell me about Sandpiper?

It's an algorithm. It's a program.

It finds order in what most people think is chaos.

Like what?

Anything.

People, the weather, wind, animals.

Rooster crows every morning, right? That's a pattern.

Here, look.

Even this.

Order and chaos, all in the palm of your hand.

I don't get it.

All right. One leaf, that's order. Right?

Tree, it gets a little more complicated.

But all this, that's chaos, right?

Okay.

Except it's not. It's a pattern.

You just have to unlock what it is. Why it's arranged the way it is.

And for that, you need data, lots of it.

So, why is this even important?

You understand the pattern, then you can control it.

Like, predict the future?

Yeah, kinda. I mean, it's not perfect, but it can.

Yeah, but some things just happen, right?

Randomly. Like an accident.

Yeah, politicians.

Dad, I'm serious. Come on.

Like, there are some things that you can't predict.

That don't have a pattern. Right?

Right.

Look, you see that bird?

Now, if it were possible to give me every piece of data on that bird,

mating patterns, life span, weather, absolutely everything,

then I could tell you exactly where that bird's gonna fly next.

Even how it might die, or what's gonna kill it.

That's kinda depressing.

Uh-huh.

But I might also be able to tell you how to save it.

I don't know.

I mean, didn't you tell me that, like...

that if someone has an answer that they can apply to everything,

then it isn't a real answer. It's like a cult. Right?