M.I.A.

Who is this little fellow?

- Mouser. - He's so cute.

I need you to apply pressure.

Who needs to crack?

A zoning board idealist

who's blocking our little Haiti project.

Scare him. Don't kill him.

I will not be intimidated.

No, no, no! I'll do whatever you want.

Juan acuna is here. I'm taking him out.

I prefer not to be involved.

You won't be.

Once you take him to the alley, I take it from there.

- Hey. - Do not speak to me!

Hurry up!

You lost family in the holocaust.

- Were your parents in Auschwitz? - They died there.

- Dani. - Yeah?

I need your youthful strength

to move a piece of furniture.

Who sent you here?

Who are you?

What is your name? Your real name?

Why were you spying on me?

Who sent you here?

Since you won't give me answers...

I dug for them on my own.

Dani Cruz fell off the grid two years ago.

I'm not the only Dani Cruz.

You are the Dani Cruz whose birthday matches

the license you bought at an addiction clinic.

I needed a new identity.

Why?

I had to get away from a really bad guy.

Needed to start over,

just some... someplace he couldn't hunt me down.

What is your name?

Anne Cooper.

- Another lie. - I have no beef with you.

I'm not a threat to you.

I will be the judge of that.

I don't care if you're Mossad.

I won't tell anyone.

Delusions.

Delusions are a symptom of exhaustion, dehydration.

Your family was murdered in a concentration camp

which gave you an axe to grind. Rightfully so.

That does not make me a spy.

The papers in your desk are in arabic language

and have an Israeli stamp on them.

Tell me your real name now,

and this ordeal ends.

Your body would not be the first that I have disposed of.

I got rid of one last week.

Twice your size.

You can talk, or I can cut.

Etta tiger-jonze.

Why are you here, etta tiger-jonze?

My family was murdered.

Start from the beginning.

It was messy and scary.

I felt like a tornado just out of control.

Unbridled rage.

Can be overwhelming... And all-consuming.

Yeah.

I sucked someone I care about into my chaos.

I don't want to put people who matter to me in danger.

Clean kills come with training.

Patience. Commitment. Killing is not for you.

Tell the guy I just killed.

You got lucky.

You have 11 men to go.

It is too many for one girl.

I'm not just any girl.

Yes, I can see that.

Still, your aunt Carmen is right.

- You should walk away. - Walk away?

What the fuck kind of advice is that?

Atrocities go unpunished all the time.

The men who killed my family are going to hell.

Reliance on divine intervention.

That is the better path for you.

My intervention.

You think you can kill again?

Yes.

And keep your own life intact?

Well, my odds improve

with help from a world-class mentor.

Why would I mentor you?

Monsters killed your family, too.

Common ground is not enough.

Wait. Where are you going?

Back to work.

What about me?

What about you?

Lena, come on. Lena!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Two minutes, 37 seconds.

You were fucking timing me?

To see how you respond to adversity.

And now?

I will help you.

Mrs. Carver, how are you?

Mr. Kincaid, come. I want to show you something.

What am I looking at?

Lots I've purchased in little Haiti.

- Nearly two blocks worth. - Nearly.

There are three residents holding out.

I want a full workup on each one of them.

Financial overview, personal affairs.

You're looking for leverage.

For what motivates them.

Just as I know what motivates you.

Well, y-you-you've already paid me for the month.

That's a bonus.

For?

Expediting your reports. I need them as soon as possible.

Ray to us saint. Lou baptiste.

Judith cheri.

How have you been?

Fine. How are you?

Us not talking sucks.

I needed space from you.

I was a mess. I get it.

But I'm... working on it.

I found someone who's gonna help me.

Help you?

Yeah, get better at what I'm here to do

so I don't put you or...

anyone else I care about in danger again.

I thought you'd think that was a good thing.

That is all you have to say?

That...

And I'm sorry for the other night.

I-I lost my shit, and I put you in harm's way.

- I trusted you. - I know.

And you betrayed my trust.

I said I was sorry.

- You do not sound sorry. - Okay.

No! Not okay.

You promised me I would not get hurt.

And I told you I'm gonna learn to get better at it.

What happened at the club is not gonna happen again.

It should never happen at all!

I'm trying to apologize here!

That is right.

You are trying to apologize.

It is about you!

Being there for you has gotten me fired,

nearly killed...

And having a hand in taking a life.

He fucking deserved it.

So, did I?

Did I deserve to be a part of that?

No.

You acted without a thought for anyone other than yourself.

And now I do not know if you are the friend

I thought you were.

Wha... what about your dream?

You said it was a message, that we were connected.

Perhaps the message is a warning.

You have destroyed my fence.

You must fix it!

Fix it? This whole block is getting razed.

Not my lot. This is my home.

You must pay for repairs!

Take it up with the new property owners, rrg.

It's their problem.

Actually, it's your problem.

You are the subcontractors.

So what?

Property law states that if damage is caused,

not only is the landowner liable,

so are the subcontractors.

Ms. Cheri is well within her right

to take you guys to small claims court.

Man, give me a fuckin' break.

Fighting a claim will cost you thousands.

You'll have to hire a lawyer.

That lawyer will charge you for every motion

that needs to be filed.

You will hemorrhage money.

Ms. Cheri will win,

and you will still end up paying for her fence.

She's right.

So, what's it gonna be?

Fork over cash for repairs now,

or take the long, more expensive road?

Okay. Six hundred should cover it.

- You're forgetting about labor. - No. I'll have

my nephew perform the repairs.

Stray has a brain.

Stanley, I know how you're spending this weekend.

Thank you, baby.

I will repair the fence.

I can help until I leave for work.

I do not need your help.