Wander

The whole cavalry's here.

I don't get it. She knew what would happen.

All right.

Let's do this.

- First on site? - Already been handled.

This is out of control.

Get the body to the morgue. Trash the Jeep.

It's not my job.

Do it, leiland.

This is all on you.

How are you, good?

I'm gonna make a call.

Under the stars, Arthur boy!

My chem-trail guy confirmed our suspicions

about white sands and alamogordo.

And that observatory that the FBI tore down?

That is definitely... Big brother related.

Uh, we will dig into it later.

Ok.

Arthur, these type of days are the worst kind.

We're gonna get you through it, pal.

So let's get busy.

A lot of setup to do today before the big show under the stars.

Man on radio: Do not panic. I repeat, do not panic.

I repeat, do not panic.

Hey, hey, hey, junctioneers.

Welcome back to the thought junction,

the deep web podcast dedicated entirely to all things conspiracy.

I am your host, wild horse, here with my co-anchor, atlas major,

our resident private investigator.

Howdy, howdy. You know the drill, people.

You wanna talk, our burner's up. = number's on the site.

Well, wild horse, this week we continue discussing

the unsettling number of llluminati black operations

with the common goal of stealing our basic civil liberties.

Mark my words, mk-ultra never stop, people.

There are human-testing facilities strewn all across this country.

Some are hidden in plain sight,

others in tunnels, bunkers, right under our feet.

That's a friendly reminder of how our overlords value us.

None are more hopelessly enslaved

than those who falsely believe they are free.

And for all of us out there blowing the whistle on these characters,

there's only a few ways this can possibly end.

- Pawn, patsy or dead. - Pawn, patsy or dead.

Oh, we got a caller.

- Uh, who are we talking to? - WoMy question is for atlas.

- Shoot. - I know you worked in homicide.

Do you still do murders? = I'm retired.

Retired'? More like pulled off the case because you saw something you shouldn't.

Hey, wild horse...

I don't know what I saw. Why, what's going on?

My daughter, she was killed, I think.

- If that's true, go to the cops. - They're in on it.

And they're covering it up.

All right, where are you right now, ma'am?

No, this was a mistake.

Uh, I'll... don't... don't go anywhere.

All right, let's go to the forum boards, junctioneers, see what's trending.

I am powerful.

I am protected.

All right, Chucky, go on.

Come on.

There he is, Charlie.

How's that bum knee, George?

Do it, George.

Drop the limp, nobody's watching.

Boom.

WoHmm. You got a knack, Arthur. You got George.

- Up to your insurance boys' standards? - Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

- How's Tanya? - Don't ask.

You haven't been going to your appointments.

That's because sometimes I can't tell who's the doc and who's not.

- Guy's a wackjob. - You wanna get better?

You gotta go to your appointments. I'm just looking out for you. I just...

I'm grown up, shell.

How about you and... Nick?

- Mr. tall, dark, and FBI. - Why can't you just be happy for me?

- I'm looking out for you. - You're looking out for me?

You don't think it's at all coincidental

that he just happened to be transferred into town and he'd go out with you?

You're going too far with the conspiracy thing.

- You know what? I blame Jimmy. - Yeah, well, at least he believes me.

You met him in 51/50. He's a crazy person.

I mean, he gets in your head, he provokes you...

Whoa, hey, gee, shell.

Don't hold back.

- My only friend. - What about me?

Can we get the check?

Ok, well, I have something for you in my car.

Arthur, no one's recording you right now.

Are you sure? How do you know that? = I-l know it.

It's two years.

She'd be nine.

You believe that?

I love you.

With all my heart.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Girl: Remember, dad?

Detective.

Is that a burn?

New one to me.

Who's that?

WoAny leads on who took the body?

The body!

They took the body!

WoAny leads on who took the body?

Charlie.

WoArthur bretnik?

How do you know my name?

My name's Elena guzman. I called the show the other night.

- How'd you get on my property? - I opened the gate, Arthur.

- Jimmy? - Yeah.

Just check your signs and relax, man. I'll make some coffee.

Get your hands up.

- Turn around. - Never mind him, Elena.

- Jimmy, get 'em up. - We're back to this, are we?

He's harmless, I promise. = turn around.

Ok?

My daughter's name is Zoe. She died a few days ago.

We're from a small town called wander. About 90 miles from here.

The cops told me that she was in a car accident,

but when I went to ID her body, she had a wound on her chest.

What kind of wound?

It was a hole.

Whatever it was, she wasn't in a car accident.

I'm sorry for your daughter, but I can't help you out.

- I'm begging you. - Arthur. Arthur, she can pay.

I can pay. $10,000. Half up front.

= please.

All right, so I didn't tell you the whole truth.

But it was her daughter, for god's sake.

- You of all people should know. - Don't, Jimmy.

10k is a hell of a lotta money

and I'm only charging a 20 percent finder's fee.

Oh, really? What else didn't you tell me, Jimmy?

Nothing.

Talked to her on the phone, told her to meet me here, that's it.

You're too trusting.

Oh! Well, I think I balance the two of us out very nicely in that regard.

Let me show you something. Look at this.

You know the hole Elena said she saw in her daughter's chest?

Yeah, what about it?

Ah.

It sounds like the exact same death wound

- my John Doe had at the church. - Jesus, Arthur.

- Is it a coincidence, Jimmy? - Coincidence?

There are no coincidences!

Ah. You're going to wander, I see. Ok, I'll be your wingman.

No! No, no, you stay here, I need you here.

Shit.

Whoever aid this to Zoe is connected to my John Doe.

And is responsible for the crash that destroyed my family.

I'ney tried to kill me.

I don't know who you are, but I'm coming for you.

So this woman who lost her daughter, too,

she said she wants some help.

There might be something to this, tan.

This could be the break we've been waiting for.

- You're going out of town? - Yeah. The pay's good,

so I thought it might give me a chance to get my mind off things.

- That's great. - Yeah. You'll visit Tanya?

- Obviously. - She loves if you bring her...

- Daisies, I know. Charlie? - He's with um...

- Oh. - Yeah.

- If you need to call, you use this. - Yeah, been through that before.

And have this on when you do.

- Gonna tell me where you're staying? - No, I will text you the details.

- All right? - All right.

Hey, hey, hey, junctioneers, welcome to the thought junction.

All right, thought junctioneers.

Tnink about it, you're going to work five days a week.

You're working 80 hours a week

and you're bringing home 40 percent of your paycheck.

I wanna know where the money is.

There's tunnels, there's bunkers underneath this earth.

They have every bit of, uh, technological modus operandi,

and yet you can't even put gas in your car.

I'hat's what they do. Slip it in real slow, take advantage

- of our inherent suggestibility. - It's called incrementalism.

- And boom. - You don't think that? Really?

Yeah, and what happens next, wild horse?

Curtains!

Arthur bretnik, private investigator, audio log.

Zoe guzman investigation.

Day one.

Landed in wander.

Service highway leads you in,

and a one-way trucking Lane leads you out the other.

Rail line sequesters the town. Some mountains.

Run down. No infrastructure.

Hotel. Convenience store.

A single cafe.

Seems to be it.

Why would anyone live here?

Well.

- Arthur bretnik? - What?

I ran your plates.

What brings you to wander, Mr. bretnik?