Lucky

- Yeah. Yeah. - I know.

What next?

Armstrong. You got a visitor.

It's not visiting hours.

No shit. All I know is you're expected.

You're not coming in?

Just you.

Miss me?

Now and again.

You look like a million bucks.

You know, Priscilla, most people, once they get out of prison…

it's the last place they want to visit.

I'm funny like that.

Mmm.

So, I know you talk to her.

Mmm. Now and again.

You know where she is?

And I know you know I wouldn't tell you even if I did.

So, I figure eventually you'll get around

to giving me the message you want delivered.

You know me so well.

Well, I put in my time.

So, she needs to bring me the money, John. Quickly.

Then I can just smooth things over with Wayne,

keep both of our kids from getting killed.

Your boy,

he went rogue.

Or somebody grabbed him.

I'm still figuring out that piece.

Well, either way.

It means she doesn't have the money anymore.

If she doesn't yet, you and I both know she soon will.

Mmm.

Hmm?

I saw her.

Yeah.

How'd that go?

It wasn't a banner day for her.

But she walked away.

I'm guessing it was more of a limp.

He'll kill her.

You'll kill her.

Not if she plays ball.

Priscilla, she's already playing ball.

You just haven't figured out the game yet.

Oh.

I forgot how exhausting your bravado can be.

There's parental pride, and then there's blind narcissism.

Well,

at least my kid's still talking to me.

You know, I can forgive you for stealing from me.

You are what you are.

But…

when your little girl dies alone and afraid

with a bullet in the back of her head in some godforsaken hiding spot,

I think even you will feel responsible.

- When I get out of here-- - Please don't.

Don't embarrass yourself.

I…

I do miss you…

now and again.

She's running out of time, John.

Tell her that.

Oh, my God.

Get away from my girls.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

I look scared to you with a Winchester in my hands?

I'm so thirsty. I've been walking for hours.

Yeah?

Well, now you can walk some more.

- She killed the snake. - Oh, did she now?

- It was about to strike. - Uh-huh.

I just reacted.

You would've done the same.

What are you doing out here?

I was in a car accident.

Are you hurt?

A few cuts, but I… I think the bleeding stopped.

- You want me to call an ambulance? - No. Don't. I, uh…

don't have insurance.

I'll get out of your way.

Thank you for, uh, letting me drink your water.

Could you point me in the direction of the nearest town?

Kingman's like 40 miles south from here.

You're gonna die of a heatstroke before you make it.

Why don't you come inside?

We'll get you cleaned up and a real glass of water.

And then we'll figure out what to do with you.

Do we know who our friends are?

Not yet, no.

No ID. This California plate's been registered to a shell company in Delaware.

What makes you think they're connected to our case?

Fatal crash,

falsely registered vehicle less than

30 miles away from where Mason was hit.

Do you think that's a coincidence?

You and I both know dead bodies tend to pile up whenever Priscilla's around.

You think she was here?

No.

Priscilla doesn't get her hands dirty.

I think Lucky was here.

And she put up a fight too.

You think that girl killed these two men? She's like, what, 90 pounds, soaking wet?

I don't know exactly what happened here, but I know she was here.

She was out.

What dragged her back in?

Ten million dollars.

No.

Something else.

On your 6:00.

Oh.

Good morning, Assistant Director.

- Any word on Mason? - I just came from the hospital.

That car that hit him did a real number on him.

He's out of surgery now, but his field career is over.

I'm trying to decide which is worse.

That you ran a large scale operation out of Vegas without reading me in,

or that you came up empty.

- Not my finest moment, sir. - And this is the part where you tell me

how all this has nothing to do with you

trying to put Priscilla Masterson away again.

Take a walk, Gates.

- Peter? - You're spiraling, Billie.

No, I'm not.

- I am doing my job. - Ah.

- I am following the money. - To Priscilla?

To Wayne Whittaker.

Oh, you think Priscilla stole from Whittaker?

No. No, she knows better than that.

But John Armstrong never saw a dollar without seeing an angle.

My guess is, he built up quite a nest egg behind her back.

Now that she's out of prison,

he figures he needs to move that money before Priscilla finds it.

So he calls his daughter.

Whittaker has Priscilla chasing the money.

We get her taking possession of the money, we have her.

She gives up Whittaker, we take them both down.

Yeah, but she didn't give him up last time.

She's had a taste of prison now.

All right, I'll give you some rope on this.

But you keep me looped in, do you hear me?

- Do you hear me? - I hear you. Yes, sir. I hear you.

I hear you.

That right there.

That look in your eye.

What look?

- Right there. - This look?

Vendettas kill cases like this.

Don't make her your white whale again.

Yes, sir. Gates.

Put her hair back. All the way.

- All the way? - Yeah.

- Just a little… - And then clip it.

- Okay. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. All the way back.

Yeah. So I can see that.

That's a deep cut. Look at that.

Probably could've used stitches, but it's too late for that.

Your mom looks like she knows what she's doing.

She's not our mom.

She's our lita .

They're my daughter's girls.

It was a lifetime ago, but I used to work as a nurse's aide in a high school.

And you'd be surprised at how many wounds like this I had to clean up.

All the kids falling off their skateboards and…

Okay.

Did one of you two draw that?

I did. When I was younger.

- Mm-hmm. - Pretty good, huh?

She is quite the artist.

Like her mother.

I don't like it, but Lita won't take it down.

What?

May I see it?

Sure.

Let's see.

Well, what is wrong with that? Why don't you like it?

- It's supposed to be me and Lita . - Mm-hmm.

- But… - They look like birds.

No, we don't.

- Look at those feathers. - Uh, excuse me.

I think that's clearly supposed to be hair.

This is her masterpiece.

And it's all mine.

Never gonna take it down.

Is there anyone I can call for you?

Uh, no. No. It's okay.

- Are you sure? There's gotta be someone. - No.

Uh… Nenas , why don't you go find Toby in that pigsty room of yours?

And you can show…

- Rachel. - Rachel.

You can show your bunny to Rachel. Go up and find him.

Lita . She doesn't wanna see Toby.

Maybe I do.

- Come on, Elie. Help me. - Okay.

Check under the bed.

Don't get too excited.

Because little Toby's in my truck.

Sometimes when I need a moment of peace, I just send them on a wild goose chase.

I'll keep that in mind if I ever have kids.

Listen. I don't… I don't want to lie to you.