Leverage s03e07 Episode Script
The Gone Fishin' Job
Problem.
Observation.
Hypothesis.
Research.
Experiment.
What's the last one? - Conclusion.
- [knocking on door.]
Ms.
Salazar, I'm here on behalf of the Internal Revenue Service to collect on your delinquent taxes.
I don't understand.
I'm on a payment plan, I just spoke with my account manager last week.
Oh, you didn't get the notice? That agreement has been canceled.
Your payment is due right now.
- What? - Mom? Go to your room, Lydia.
We'll put a lien on your house.
We have the right to do that.
- Is that what you want? - What? No.
I told you, I am paying it.
What do you want from me? Give me a credit card, I'll make this all go away.
Or I come back with the sheriff and we lock you out.
Tonight.
Your choice.
Here.
When I contacted the IRS, they said they never received the money.
But someone maxed out my credit card.
If it wasn't the IRS, then who? Probably the same people who have been, uh, targeting taxpayers all over Boston.
- You're not alone, Clara.
- Well, it isn't just the money.
This man humiliated me.
He scared my daughter.
OK, well, we're gonna find out who did this and we're gonna get your money back.
I promise.
Mr.
Ford, I play by the rules.
After I got laid off, I was paying off my debt a little at a time, and I could still put food on the table every night.
What do I tell my daughter now? You tell her the same thing you tell her every day.
Don't give up.
The rich and powerful, take what they want.
We steal it back for you.
Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys.
We provide leverage.
Look, all I'm saying is, is I don't understand why we can't have a couple of days off in between jobs.
We just spent ten days in Juarez.
What's the matter, you don't like the piñatas I bought? All right, listen, no time off, all right? We got a lot of work to do.
Hardison, run it.
All right, the first rule of crime is follow the money.
Now, Ms.
Salazar's money ran through three different shell companies before it ended up with this guy.
Hugh Whitman.
He runs a big debt collection agency right outside of Boston called Financial Support Associates.
[Eliot.]
Well, that makes sense.
I mean, he's got bill collectors already on his payroll.
He just sends them after people that owe back taxes, he keeps the money.
The names of those people, they're not public.
So how does he know who to target? Well, Whitman worked for the IRS for 20 years.
- He probably had a friend leak him a list.
- Ooh, I got it, I got it! [sighs.]
We steal the list.
[clears throat.]
We need a way in.
Uh, what did you find out about Whitman on the Internet? - [Hardison.]
Nothin'.
- What do you mean, nothing? He's not on the Net, man, at all.
Which is strange because his company deals with such high tech.
You know, they do this thing where they spoof your caller ID to make it seem like your grandma's calling, - when it's really one of their bill collectors? - Sweet.
Go back to the money.
You said Whitman routed his money through three different shell companies, right? - Mm-hmm.
- Where is it now? It's somewhere in the boondocks at a bank called Turner Creek.
It's under an account named Patriot Limited.
Now, there's no ties to Whitman and that's why the cops can't touch him.
Good.
We can work with that.
OK, I want a two-pronged attack.
One team is gonna go convince Whitman his money isn't safe there at the bank - That's Me and Hardison got the bank.
- We doin' what now? - Mm-hmm.
- [Nate.]
OK, after you guys have spooked Whitman, Sophie, you go and hook him with a new place to stash his cash.
Questions? [gasping.]
Oh! We'll fix it.
We can fix it.
We'll fix it.
It's OK.
Dude, I don't know what you're complaining about, all right? I got us the bank.
We're in, we're out, we get to go throw a worm in the water.
All so you can go fishing in the woods.
Man, I fish at the grocery store.
I don't see why I had to come.
Because it'll be good for you.
When's the last time you been outdoors? - [mosquito buzzing.]
- [both.]
Hey, man.
Hey, man, did you see that mosquito? That thing had a beak, man.
- [sniffing.]
- What's that smell? - It's fresh air.
- I don't like it.
Who's in charge here? Uh, how can how can I help you? I'll tell ya how you can help us.
This is Agent Brody, I'm Agent Quint with the Criminal Investigation Unit of the IRS.
Well, uh, what what can I do for you? We need the records of all the accounts in the name of Patriot Limited.
Of course.
Uh, right this way.
I'll I'll get them for you.
Take a seat here.
We don't get many folks way out here.
Uh, uh, why don't you just have a seat and I'll bring that account right up.
[elevator dings.]
Mr.
Whitman, my name is Colette Madison.
We have some mutual friends over at the IRS.
Oh, well, go ahead and leave your résumé with Human Resources.
It's about your account at Turner Creek Bank.
I don't have an account at Turner Creek Bank.
No, but Patriot Limited does.
And that's you.
May I? Who are you? Think of me as a matchmaker.
I bring together parties who can benefit each other.
- For a fee, of course.
- I don't need your help.
Unfortunately, you do.
I'm here to tell you that your money isn't safe at Turner Creek Bank anymore.
- [knock on door.]
- Not now.
It's urgent.
[Nate.]
OK, good timing, Sophie.
Now, Eliot and Hardison should be - finishing up at the bank right about now.
- Come on.
- What? - Just got a call from one of our men at the bank.
There are two agents from the IRS asking about your accounts.
You call Chester.
Tell him to get rid of 'em.
They're there already, aren't they? [sighs.]
How did you know? I told you, I have friends at the IRS.
They're onto you, Mr.
Whitman.
Well, if you know my former department at the IRS, then you probably know Charlie Dean.
How is the old boy? Now, that must have be Whitman's source inside the IRS.
- Yeah, we need Hardison.
- No, no, we don't.
Sophie, I want you to tell him that the last time you saw Charles was at his funeral.
[mouthing words.]
Haven't you heard? I'm so sorry.
It was a beautiful service.
All right, you have my attention, Ms.
Madison.
If my bank isn't safe, what is? I want to introduce you to someone who runs an alternative financial institution.
How'd you know that? Do you know when I'm gonna die? Do ya? - Parker.
- What? You think that was enough to spook Whitman? I don't know.
Comms and mobiles don't work up here, so we have to call Nate from a landline.
Yeah, well, you can use the phone at the bait shop while I tackle us up.
We can grab some something to eat.
Come on.
Look at me.
- I look like somebody eats at a bait shop? - No.
- You fellas are gonna want to come with me.
- Excuse you? Make any sudden moves and my boys will blow your heads right off.
[guns cocking.]
- [whispers.]
Twelve.
- Hey, man, this van is old.
I bet if we rush that door we could pop the lock.
You ready? Seven, six shut up.
At least I'm trying to get us out of here.
What are you doing? I'm drawing a map, Hardison.
Seventeen, 18 - [woman panting.]
- Mr.
Whitman, welcome to your new bank.
- You're kidding me, right? - Come with me.
Come on, ladies! Let's kick it up a notch! That's right! - Oh, let's make this a party.
- [music blasts.]
Come on, girls! You got pets at home that can pedal faster than that.
That's it for me.
I'm done.
I gotta go.
Whoo! Yeah, is this the manager? Hi, listen, this is Oscar, uh, from corporate.
We've spoken before.
You know that new ladies' gym that's, uh, down there on 14th street? Yeah, well, they're poaching the members over there at your place.
Yeah, they're offering a free membership to anyone who breaks their contract with you.
So, what I need you to do right now is go down there and get the skinny on what's going on.
Go, go now.
What's goin' on? Where'd everybody go? Hugh Whitman, Vic Pellington.
He's the owner.
Hey, come on in, have a seat.
So, what do you think of our little operation we got here? Well, it's a low-rent gym for housewives.
Doesn't look like a bank to me.
No, that's true, yeah.
One of them is nothing.
But you get five of these places and I'm telling you, it's a money-laundering machine.
Vic owns 25 Images franchises.
He sells interest to discerning businessmen, like yourself, looking to hide the source of their income.
Except that only works when you have customers to explain the cash flow.
- [slurping.]
- This place is empty.
And that right there, that's the beauty of the health club industry.
Because 80 percent of the people, they, uh, they pay the membership, but they never come.
Have a seat.
We have all these names.
Name after name of these members that never come in, in our databank.
Give Vic your money to wash and he just adds names to the membership roster.
- Your dirty money becomes clean profit.
- [Nate.]
Yeah.
- So she gets a finder's fee? - [Nate.]
She does.
- What about you? - My rake is 15 percent.
- [scoffs.]
- Oh, yeah, but with that, what you get is you get detailed papers that show that you're an investor in Images for over a year.
You get board meeting minutes, it's all on the up.
- OK.
What's the catch? - Well, the only catch is that I need an answer now.
Today.
Because I got one slot left, OK, and you're not the only bidder.
All right, well, I'm gonna want to look at what you think are detailed records.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
I got, uh I'm very intimate with the tax code, Vic.
I used to be district manager with the Internal Revenue Service.
- [slurps.]
- That's cool.
Internal Revenue Service.
Taking money from hard-working Americans and shipping it straight to China.
- You got it? - Yeah.
That's good.
- You smell that? - Smell death? Yes, I do.
Look, man, that's not even real.
Right, see I make those up from a local [grunting, coughing.]
Turner Creek Minutemen.
Anti-government militia, huh? Anti-government freedom fighters.
They say the war is coming, taxman, but it's already begun.
What do you call a man who takes your property, enriches your adversaries and deprives you of your liberty? Your enemy.
Consider yourselves casualties of war.
[grunting.]
Ain't gonna happen, bubba.
- I got one standing and one kneeling.
- Make it work.
Whoa! Hey, hey! Hold up, hold up, man.
- Can I at least get a cigarette? - What? Can can I get a cigarette? As an enemy combatant, I'm entitled to one last cigarette according to Geneva Convention Article 89, paragraph three, subsection K.
You you know it.
Are we combatants or not? - Fine.
Brandon.
- Huh? Give the man a cigarette.
- Those menthol lights? - No.
- [man.]
Here we go.
- [man 2.]
Watch it.
- [man.]
Right, right.
- [man 3.]
That's five clicks.
Come on, now.
Go on, take your time.
It's it's over there, man.
- For God's sake, Brandon.
- For God's sake, Brandon! - [grunting.]
- Oh! - [Eliot.]
Come on, come on! - [man shouts.]
You see that? That's called a plan! What plan, man? Smoke cigarettes and die? [Eliot.]
This way! - Come on, get those dogs! - Go, go! Get those dogs over here, now! Yes, hello, Mr.
Wallach? This is Alexandra from FSA.
I'm calling about the outstanding balance you have with Amherst Amherst Oncology Center? - [dial tone.]
- Oh, it looks like we got disconnected.
- [phone beeps.]
- [typing.]
[computer.]
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Parker, why aren't you in Whitman's office yet? Uh, 'cause it's my first day at work? - [computer.]
Delete.
Delete - On my way now.
[panting.]
- Stop, stop, stop, stop.
- What you mean, stop? - Why we stop running? Running's good! - Listen to me! The van was averaging 45 miles-an-hour, right? We were in there for 22 minutes [panting.]
we took two turns off the highway.
That's 17 miles north of town, we need to go south.
- That's south.
- Says you and what compass? This compass, man! Some of us were born with good direction, Hardison! Yeah, well, how bout some sense, man? That's uphill.
Running downhill is faster.
That's proven science.
- [dogs barking.]
- [men shouting.]
- All right, go.
- [both.]
One, two, three! - Damn it! Again! - You got a tell, man.
You got a tell.
Come on.
Go.
Pick 'em up, boy.
Seek 'em.
[man.]
Over here! Over here! Good boy.
Get 'em, get 'em.
If I were a super-secret government document, where would I hide? Bingo.
[chuckles.]
[whispers.]
Man.
Guys, I found the list, but that's not all I found.
I found guns.
Ah, jeez, sorry, I go ahead.
I gotta to take this call.
What? [Parker.]
It looks like he's stealing from the taxpayers to buy weapons.
- And flags.
- Flags? Uh, what kind of flags? White with a green tree inside a blue shield, with a star and a ribbon around it.
Says, "Ense Petit Placidam, Sub Libertate Quietem.
" "By the sword we seek peace, but only under liberty.
" Well, that's from the Massachusetts State flag.
- The tree, that's from the original colonial flag.
- So he's a historian.
With an arsenal? No wonder we can't find anything about this guy online.
- He's got a little secret.
I'm gonna try something.
- [camera clicks.]
I'm so sorry.
The local council wants to put handicap ramps all over the parking lot.
You know, next thing you know, we're gonna have to put Braille in the, uh, you know, from the free weights.
It's getting to be ridiculous, these people.
Hey, uh, is that your yellow Hummer over there? - That it is.
- Boy, that's a sweet ride, huh? - Well-made machine.
- Yeah, a beauty.
She's nice.
I appreciate a man who buys American, I'll tell you that.
I used to work for the government, myself.
And I'm goin' back a few years, but, uh, you know, back then we all believed in the same principles.
It's - It's true.
The system, it's it's broken down.
- It certainly is.
Whatever happened to "by the people, for the people," huh? I spent 20 years with the IRS.
You think after all that time and all that money I collected, any of it went to protect the interests of real Americans? No.
We just hand it off to other agencies, they dole it out to welfare cheats and border jumpers and whatever black hole programs keep the incumbents in office.
- Hm! - [sighs.]
Yeah, taxpayers these days, they're a bunch of sheep.
Just blind followers, don't even realize the liberties under constant assault by the government that they've elected.
- It's pathetic.
- Preachin' to the choir.
You know that money that, uh, the IRS is looking for in that bank? I told you, it's not mine.
It belongs to the revolution.
And it's coming.
That's why you gotta act fast.
You you got those, uh, those IRS agents snooping around.
I wouldn't worry about them.
I had them taken care of.
I really gotta get back to my office.
Why don't you, uh, meet me there with your records and I will try to give you an answer today.
Pleasure to meet you.
Parker, have you, uh, talked to Eliot or Hardison today? No.
Uh, they could be out of range, or Or in a lot of trouble.
I don't like it, Nate.
Eliot and Hardison should have checked in by now.
- I think we should call the police.
- And tell them what? Two of our friends are impersonating IRS agents at a bank? Whitman said, "I took care of them.
" Well, Parker and I will find the boys.
You go close Whitman.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
We gotta get 'em off our scent.
- What's that? - Just rub it on you.
- It's skunkweed.
- Mm-mm It'll get the dogs off our scent, Hardison.
Rub it on your damn body! - I can taste the smell in my mouth.
It's strong.
- Put it on you, man.
Hey.
All right, high five.
A high five for morale! [Hardison screams.]
- What the hell, man? - I know what I'm doing.
Gangrene, man.
Gangre You know what? I'm tired of you, man.
We wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't wanted to go fishing! I could have taken you down to Mama Creole's Fish Shack and got you a catfish two-piece and a biscuit for $5.
99.
But instead, you got us out here with trigger-happy Joe tryin' to fish us.
And he's all too happy to shoot himself a Negro.
So it's a black thing now, is that it? They're huntin' me, too, all right? Damn skippy, it's a black thing.
Who they try to shoot first, Eliot? Who got punched first, Eliot? Me.
I'm 'bout tired of this redneckedness now.
- Damn it, Hardison! - Damn it, Eliot! Look, man, I know what I'm doin', I've done this before.
- This? Right here? In the woods, handcuffed to a man? - Yes, I have, OK? - It was easier last time, though.
- Why? 'Cause he was already dead.
- Good boy, good boy.
- [dogs panting.]
This way.
- OK, what do you got? - I've got a map.
Well, part of a map.
I don't know what it means.
What if Eliot and Hardison have already Let's go in here.
OK, so Hardison and Eliot, they need us to stay calm.
So, uh, show me what you got, and, uh, we'll figure out how to save them.
- [phone beeping, static.]
- Guys? - Eliot, Hardison, can you hear me? - Wait, wait, wait.
Stop, stop, stop.
Nate? Nate? You're breaking up, man.
We're in the woods.
Listen, we're approximately - OK - [static.]
Damn it.
Can you hear him? No, man, this cloud cover, day like this, we gotta bounce the signal off a radio tower.
- How do we do that? - Get a clear view of the sky.
[birds chirping.]
[Parker.]
OK, here it is.
[Nate.]
All right, that's Whitman's militia camp.
Uh, it doesn't show where.
Now, Eliot said they were Let's get - [meowing.]
- [gasps.]
- [typing.]
- [Nate.]
OK.
It's gotta be in here somewhere.
From the bank to here Right there.
It's, uh, the same creek, isn't it? Yeah, no paved roads, no people for miles, in the middle of nowhere.
- Mm-hmm.
- [Hardison.]
Nate, hey, can you hear me? Hardison, are you OK? [men talking, dogs barking.]
[whispering.]
Can't talk very loud.
These militia guys are following us.
They're armed and I'm pretty sure we pissed them off.
[Nate.]
Now, listen.
Now, there are railroad tracks a mile and a half west of the camp.
Can you get there? Sure.
But what if there's no train? Well, there will be.
We're gonna steal you one.
[typing.]
Your records are very thorough.
Very impressive.
I do have some questions about the profit sharing, however.
Huh? Oh, oh, the, uh, the, uh, the nuts and bolts are really Vic's forte.
Where is he? I thought he was coming with you.
Oh, he's here.
He's, uh, he's on a conference call.
[chuckles.]
Money laundering, it isn't all champagne and helicopters, is it? - Oh, excuse me.
- [chuckles.]
Hate being away from the job.
I love collecting money.
[laughs.]
- OK, Nate, I'm in.
- [cracks knuckles.]
Let's go steal a [train sound.]
OK, Parker.
What I'm going to do is I'm gonna call your station, and you're gonna patch me through to the Department of Transportation.
Now, use the company's caller-ID-spoofing software to make my call look like it's coming from Fitchburg.
OK, you're on.
[phone rings.]
MassDot, this is Bev.
Yeah, listen, I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm walking my dogs out here in Fitchburg.
It looks like you got a problem on your track.
- A bunch of rocks blocking the way.
- Are you sure? - I haven't heard anything about a rockslide.
- Oh, yeah, am I sure? Yeah, listen, I'm I'm sending you a picture on my celly right now.
- OK.
Yes, sir.
- Yes, Bev, yes.
- We'll do our best.
- It's a big I mean, a train can't get through there.
- OK.
- [phone rings.]
Please hold, sir.
MassDot, this is Bev.
Is this the train department? You gotta send someone out to Fitchburg.
- [phone rings.]
- Please hold, ma'am.
Uh, yeah, we got rocks, rocks on the tracks.
Yeah.
Big rocks.
Hey, Gary, I gotta re-route the Northbound Barrington.
We got a rockslide.
[train horn sounds.]
OK, Eliot, Hardison, I got a train on the way.
It's coming from Pennsylvania.
It's a produce, uh, train carrying beets.
[door opens.]
- I'll take that as a good sign.
- Well, like I said, I still have a few questions.
But we do see the world the same way.
And that counts for something.
God! Come on, man.
I hate beets.
Let's go.
Come on.
- So do we have a deal? - You will have a check by the end of business day.
To the revolution.
[Nate.]
All right, Sophie, good work.
The train is on its way to pick up the boys, we're home free.
[train horn sounds.]
He did it, man.
He actually did it.
He stole it.
How's your train jumping skills, man? - I ain't no hobo, but I can hold my own.
- All right.
- [man.]
Don't move.
- [gun cocks.]
- Put your hands up.
- Man, what do you want us to do? - Hello? - You're the ones that put this on us, man.
- Were already han - All right, go down.
- Why you always - Twist it.
Not like that, man.
Go, like, go under.
- Don't tell me to go down, Eliot.
- Just switch - I'm not saying it like that, man.
- Fine.
- Just hold on a minute, man.
- Shut up! - He has a gun in your face.
- Can we get a minute? Go, go.
Let's go this way.
Man, it ain't that hard.
It's not that hard.
- Why you so difficult, man? - Shut up.
[grunting.]
Let me tell you something.
Tell your little Boy Scout Troop their time's up.
We get new recruits every day.
You can't stop what we have planned.
No one can! [grunting.]
Come on, man, let's go.
All right.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- We gotta get on this train.
- No, no.
- What were you smellin' at the camp? - What? - What were you smelling at the camp? - We gotta get on this train! What were you smelling? Fertilizer.
And molasses.
You can reduce the molasses down to use as an oil for a fertilizer bomb, all right? I've seen it in Lebanon.
It's better than kerosene.
OK, so fertilizer bomb in a van.
That's what the little hillbilly was crying about.
Look, man, we get on this train, all right, we get back there - and we call the FBI, they clear everybody out - Was the bomb mixed already? Is is it stable? No.
They gotta use it within the next 48 hours.
OK, Eliot, we call the FBI, maybe they make it, maybe they don't.
What happens then? We're watching a building blow up on the news? Children, firemen scattered everywhere? Look, man, I say we go back down there and we stop 'em.
I say we whup some hillbilly ass.
- We're gonna get bloody on this one.
- Mm-hmm.
All right, come on, man.
I'm gonna grab his walkie-talkie, you get his shoelaces and you get his belt.
And I'm getting this.
What do you say we lose about 180 pounds? - Yeah? - Yeah.
How's the new girl doing? Nate, we've lost contact with Eliot and Hardison again.
[Nate.]
They're probably on the train.
All right, but what about Sophie? When's she getting Whitman's check? Get me Whitman.
[phone rings.]
Excuse me.
- Yes? - Sir, we have a problem.
I see.
No, no, I'll take care of things on this end.
I have to get to the bank and get my money.
There's no telling what those idiots out there are liable to do.
Nate, our cover's blown.
The revolution's starting early.
[Sophie.]
our cover's blown.
The revolution's starting early.
They're locking the building down.
I'm gonna try and stall Owens.
If I can make the elevator think there's a fire, - doors won't open.
- [Nate.]
All right, good.
I'll find us a way out.
Listen, if Whitman is spooked, he's gonna go for his money.
So we have to we have to get to the bank before he does.
Eliot, Hardison, can you hear me? Where are you on the train? Yeah, Nate, that didn't happen.
What do you mean, it didn't happen? You're not on the train? - Don't worry about it.
- Guys, you're telling me you're going to go toe-to-toe - with these people without a plan? - Oh, we got a plan.
It's called C.
W.
A.
Can o' Whup Ass.
All right.
Sophie, take the stairwell to the first floor.
There are too many eyes on the lobby.
We're gonna have to use the emergency exit.
On my way.
[Whitman.]
Come on.
Nate, it worked.
The elevators are on automatic emergency protocol.
They're all headed to the ground floor.
What the hell? - Did you get 'em? - I'm on it, sir.
Well, get it done.
I'm holding you personally responsible.
[elevator dings.]
How are we gonna get out without being seen? Huh? We can't hack the security system.
I was actually thinking of something a little more direct.
- [fire alarm rings.]
- Go.
Stop them! Stop them! [indistinct radio chatter.]
- You feeling confident? - Not really.
Good.
'Cause overconfidence will kill you faster than a bullet any day.
- Fear's good.
- Oh, I have fear.
And doubt.
And really serious regrets.
I should be fine.
All right, you're ready then.
- [twig snaps.]
- [radio chatter.]
[grunts.]
[choking.]
Oh, whoa, hey, oh.
Huh? - Science.
It works.
- [man grunts.]
[man.]
Stay right there.
Freeze.
Don't make any sudden movement.
- [man.]
Let's see those hands.
- [guns cock.]
- [man.]
Let's see 'em.
- Move.
I need to make a withdrawal.
Right now.
Oh, uh, Mr.
Whitman, yes, of course.
Take a seat.
Good work, Tommy.
Where you going to put the van, Chester? An office building? - A preschool? A church? - A soldier knows there are casualties in every war.
See, that's the difference between a real soldier and this little Halloween outfit you got goin' on.
Ah! You'd kill to protect your rights.
A real soldier? He'd die protectin' somebody else's.
- [guns cocking.]
- [Eliot.]
Yeah, come on.
Now, wait, wait, wait.
I never did get that cigarette.
- Kill them.
- [Eliot.]
I tell you, man, - I think I know where your cigarette's at.
- Do you? - I think I saw it right over there.
- Right there? [all screaming.]
[alarm chirps.]
Whitman's gone.
[Eliot sighs, groans.]
- You all right? - Yeah.
[groaning.]
[chuckles.]
High five! - For morale! - [laughing.]
[Eliot.]
Yo, incoming, go.
Go, go, go.
[coughing.]
Chester! Chester, what the hell happened here? Chester! Hey, hey.
What the hell's going on? - Ah, never mind, never mind.
- [coughing.]
Listen, there's too much heat on the organization right now.
I have to get out of town.
I want you to take the men and take them to a safe house.
Give me the keys to your truck.
Come on.
Hurry up.
Hey.
Listen, next time I steal you a train, get on it.
Look, man, you're not gonna rain on my parade today, Nate.
I made a bomb.
Out of a menthol light.
- It's over there, man.
- For God's sake, Brandon.
[Hardison.]
For God's sake, Brandon.
[all screaming.]
[Nate.]
You got a radio? - What frequency are they on? - Seven-seven-two.
All right, I will be in touch with further instructions when it's safer.
All right? [Nate.]
All units move in.
We have a GPS location on the camp.
ATF, uh, airborne is incoming.
ATF, that's the Feds.
The Feds are coming! Be advised, be advised, we have a cooperating witness on the site.
Apprehend, but do not injure, Hugh Whitman.
What? No, no, no, hold it.
The Guys, hold it.
Wait a minute, that's not I shoulda known.
Once a government man, always a government man.
[stammers.]
Wait, I gave you training, I gave you equipment.
Look, I handle the money.
Yeah, let's see the money.
Here.
There.
Wait a minute.
Oh, no, no, no.
Wait, this was straight from the bank.
Who knew a sedan could hit 140? Parker, you are never to get behind the wheel of a car again, OK? Never.
[alarm chirps.]
Wait Hey, guys, I'm I'm a fellow patriot.
What are you? Is this the evidence you were gonna sell to the Feds for your freedom? What? Chester, think.
This only hangs me.
We're being played.
We're being set up.
The money must be back at the bank.
You ain't lying about one thing, we need to hide out.
So let's go into town and get our money, Whitman.
And maybe we don't shoot you.
Move it.
[Whitman.]
All right, all right, all right.
[Chester.]
Move it.
Give me the keys.
Hey, you know, I'm starting to enjoy the outdoors.
Hey, you seriously gonna let 'em get away with this? Eliot, I stole you a train.
Have a little faith.
- What's going on, Whitman? - I don't know.
They were just in here.
Hello? Hello? Hands in the air.
Don't move.
[guns cocking.]
[sirens wailing.]
[men shouting.]
FBI! Let me see your hands! Get 'em up! Get down! Get on the ground! [Whitman.]
That's not my case.
It got switched.
- Are these the stolen papers you mentioned? - Yep.
- You! - Internal IRS documents.
[clucks tongue.]
Mr.
Whitman, you and your men are under arrest.
Wait a minute, you gotta listen to me.
That woman isn't who she says she is.
She's a con artist.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get that all the time.
Yeah, its all one big conspiracy.
Yeah, you better run a psych eval on that one, huh? I'm trying to tell you Hey.
And that guy, he's part of it, too! I'm telling you! Why don't you listen to me! Listen! Mr.
Ford, I don't know what to say.
- Thank you.
All of you.
- Oh, I know you've been out of work for a little while.
Do you think you could help us find the names on this list and help them get their, uh, their money back? It's only a part-time job, but I think you'll find it really rewarding.
- Oh, I'll drive.
- Uh-uh.
No.
No, no, no.
I'll drive.
[reel buzzing.]
Oh, oh.
Reel reel it in slow, reel it in slow.
- I know how to do it, man.
I heard you - Slow.
- See, you lost it.
- There's no talking There's no talking in fishing, man.
- That was the beauty of fishing.
- You're tense, man.
It's a delicate sport.
You need to be delicate.
- [video game beeps.]
- You got it.
Yeah.
[Eliot sighs.]
It's just not the same.
You're right.
It's better.
[chuckles.]
Yeah, buddy.
Observation.
Hypothesis.
Research.
Experiment.
What's the last one? - Conclusion.
- [knocking on door.]
Ms.
Salazar, I'm here on behalf of the Internal Revenue Service to collect on your delinquent taxes.
I don't understand.
I'm on a payment plan, I just spoke with my account manager last week.
Oh, you didn't get the notice? That agreement has been canceled.
Your payment is due right now.
- What? - Mom? Go to your room, Lydia.
We'll put a lien on your house.
We have the right to do that.
- Is that what you want? - What? No.
I told you, I am paying it.
What do you want from me? Give me a credit card, I'll make this all go away.
Or I come back with the sheriff and we lock you out.
Tonight.
Your choice.
Here.
When I contacted the IRS, they said they never received the money.
But someone maxed out my credit card.
If it wasn't the IRS, then who? Probably the same people who have been, uh, targeting taxpayers all over Boston.
- You're not alone, Clara.
- Well, it isn't just the money.
This man humiliated me.
He scared my daughter.
OK, well, we're gonna find out who did this and we're gonna get your money back.
I promise.
Mr.
Ford, I play by the rules.
After I got laid off, I was paying off my debt a little at a time, and I could still put food on the table every night.
What do I tell my daughter now? You tell her the same thing you tell her every day.
Don't give up.
The rich and powerful, take what they want.
We steal it back for you.
Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys.
We provide leverage.
Look, all I'm saying is, is I don't understand why we can't have a couple of days off in between jobs.
We just spent ten days in Juarez.
What's the matter, you don't like the piñatas I bought? All right, listen, no time off, all right? We got a lot of work to do.
Hardison, run it.
All right, the first rule of crime is follow the money.
Now, Ms.
Salazar's money ran through three different shell companies before it ended up with this guy.
Hugh Whitman.
He runs a big debt collection agency right outside of Boston called Financial Support Associates.
[Eliot.]
Well, that makes sense.
I mean, he's got bill collectors already on his payroll.
He just sends them after people that owe back taxes, he keeps the money.
The names of those people, they're not public.
So how does he know who to target? Well, Whitman worked for the IRS for 20 years.
- He probably had a friend leak him a list.
- Ooh, I got it, I got it! [sighs.]
We steal the list.
[clears throat.]
We need a way in.
Uh, what did you find out about Whitman on the Internet? - [Hardison.]
Nothin'.
- What do you mean, nothing? He's not on the Net, man, at all.
Which is strange because his company deals with such high tech.
You know, they do this thing where they spoof your caller ID to make it seem like your grandma's calling, - when it's really one of their bill collectors? - Sweet.
Go back to the money.
You said Whitman routed his money through three different shell companies, right? - Mm-hmm.
- Where is it now? It's somewhere in the boondocks at a bank called Turner Creek.
It's under an account named Patriot Limited.
Now, there's no ties to Whitman and that's why the cops can't touch him.
Good.
We can work with that.
OK, I want a two-pronged attack.
One team is gonna go convince Whitman his money isn't safe there at the bank - That's Me and Hardison got the bank.
- We doin' what now? - Mm-hmm.
- [Nate.]
OK, after you guys have spooked Whitman, Sophie, you go and hook him with a new place to stash his cash.
Questions? [gasping.]
Oh! We'll fix it.
We can fix it.
We'll fix it.
It's OK.
Dude, I don't know what you're complaining about, all right? I got us the bank.
We're in, we're out, we get to go throw a worm in the water.
All so you can go fishing in the woods.
Man, I fish at the grocery store.
I don't see why I had to come.
Because it'll be good for you.
When's the last time you been outdoors? - [mosquito buzzing.]
- [both.]
Hey, man.
Hey, man, did you see that mosquito? That thing had a beak, man.
- [sniffing.]
- What's that smell? - It's fresh air.
- I don't like it.
Who's in charge here? Uh, how can how can I help you? I'll tell ya how you can help us.
This is Agent Brody, I'm Agent Quint with the Criminal Investigation Unit of the IRS.
Well, uh, what what can I do for you? We need the records of all the accounts in the name of Patriot Limited.
Of course.
Uh, right this way.
I'll I'll get them for you.
Take a seat here.
We don't get many folks way out here.
Uh, uh, why don't you just have a seat and I'll bring that account right up.
[elevator dings.]
Mr.
Whitman, my name is Colette Madison.
We have some mutual friends over at the IRS.
Oh, well, go ahead and leave your résumé with Human Resources.
It's about your account at Turner Creek Bank.
I don't have an account at Turner Creek Bank.
No, but Patriot Limited does.
And that's you.
May I? Who are you? Think of me as a matchmaker.
I bring together parties who can benefit each other.
- For a fee, of course.
- I don't need your help.
Unfortunately, you do.
I'm here to tell you that your money isn't safe at Turner Creek Bank anymore.
- [knock on door.]
- Not now.
It's urgent.
[Nate.]
OK, good timing, Sophie.
Now, Eliot and Hardison should be - finishing up at the bank right about now.
- Come on.
- What? - Just got a call from one of our men at the bank.
There are two agents from the IRS asking about your accounts.
You call Chester.
Tell him to get rid of 'em.
They're there already, aren't they? [sighs.]
How did you know? I told you, I have friends at the IRS.
They're onto you, Mr.
Whitman.
Well, if you know my former department at the IRS, then you probably know Charlie Dean.
How is the old boy? Now, that must have be Whitman's source inside the IRS.
- Yeah, we need Hardison.
- No, no, we don't.
Sophie, I want you to tell him that the last time you saw Charles was at his funeral.
[mouthing words.]
Haven't you heard? I'm so sorry.
It was a beautiful service.
All right, you have my attention, Ms.
Madison.
If my bank isn't safe, what is? I want to introduce you to someone who runs an alternative financial institution.
How'd you know that? Do you know when I'm gonna die? Do ya? - Parker.
- What? You think that was enough to spook Whitman? I don't know.
Comms and mobiles don't work up here, so we have to call Nate from a landline.
Yeah, well, you can use the phone at the bait shop while I tackle us up.
We can grab some something to eat.
Come on.
Look at me.
- I look like somebody eats at a bait shop? - No.
- You fellas are gonna want to come with me.
- Excuse you? Make any sudden moves and my boys will blow your heads right off.
[guns cocking.]
- [whispers.]
Twelve.
- Hey, man, this van is old.
I bet if we rush that door we could pop the lock.
You ready? Seven, six shut up.
At least I'm trying to get us out of here.
What are you doing? I'm drawing a map, Hardison.
Seventeen, 18 - [woman panting.]
- Mr.
Whitman, welcome to your new bank.
- You're kidding me, right? - Come with me.
Come on, ladies! Let's kick it up a notch! That's right! - Oh, let's make this a party.
- [music blasts.]
Come on, girls! You got pets at home that can pedal faster than that.
That's it for me.
I'm done.
I gotta go.
Whoo! Yeah, is this the manager? Hi, listen, this is Oscar, uh, from corporate.
We've spoken before.
You know that new ladies' gym that's, uh, down there on 14th street? Yeah, well, they're poaching the members over there at your place.
Yeah, they're offering a free membership to anyone who breaks their contract with you.
So, what I need you to do right now is go down there and get the skinny on what's going on.
Go, go now.
What's goin' on? Where'd everybody go? Hugh Whitman, Vic Pellington.
He's the owner.
Hey, come on in, have a seat.
So, what do you think of our little operation we got here? Well, it's a low-rent gym for housewives.
Doesn't look like a bank to me.
No, that's true, yeah.
One of them is nothing.
But you get five of these places and I'm telling you, it's a money-laundering machine.
Vic owns 25 Images franchises.
He sells interest to discerning businessmen, like yourself, looking to hide the source of their income.
Except that only works when you have customers to explain the cash flow.
- [slurping.]
- This place is empty.
And that right there, that's the beauty of the health club industry.
Because 80 percent of the people, they, uh, they pay the membership, but they never come.
Have a seat.
We have all these names.
Name after name of these members that never come in, in our databank.
Give Vic your money to wash and he just adds names to the membership roster.
- Your dirty money becomes clean profit.
- [Nate.]
Yeah.
- So she gets a finder's fee? - [Nate.]
She does.
- What about you? - My rake is 15 percent.
- [scoffs.]
- Oh, yeah, but with that, what you get is you get detailed papers that show that you're an investor in Images for over a year.
You get board meeting minutes, it's all on the up.
- OK.
What's the catch? - Well, the only catch is that I need an answer now.
Today.
Because I got one slot left, OK, and you're not the only bidder.
All right, well, I'm gonna want to look at what you think are detailed records.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
I got, uh I'm very intimate with the tax code, Vic.
I used to be district manager with the Internal Revenue Service.
- [slurps.]
- That's cool.
Internal Revenue Service.
Taking money from hard-working Americans and shipping it straight to China.
- You got it? - Yeah.
That's good.
- You smell that? - Smell death? Yes, I do.
Look, man, that's not even real.
Right, see I make those up from a local [grunting, coughing.]
Turner Creek Minutemen.
Anti-government militia, huh? Anti-government freedom fighters.
They say the war is coming, taxman, but it's already begun.
What do you call a man who takes your property, enriches your adversaries and deprives you of your liberty? Your enemy.
Consider yourselves casualties of war.
[grunting.]
Ain't gonna happen, bubba.
- I got one standing and one kneeling.
- Make it work.
Whoa! Hey, hey! Hold up, hold up, man.
- Can I at least get a cigarette? - What? Can can I get a cigarette? As an enemy combatant, I'm entitled to one last cigarette according to Geneva Convention Article 89, paragraph three, subsection K.
You you know it.
Are we combatants or not? - Fine.
Brandon.
- Huh? Give the man a cigarette.
- Those menthol lights? - No.
- [man.]
Here we go.
- [man 2.]
Watch it.
- [man.]
Right, right.
- [man 3.]
That's five clicks.
Come on, now.
Go on, take your time.
It's it's over there, man.
- For God's sake, Brandon.
- For God's sake, Brandon! - [grunting.]
- Oh! - [Eliot.]
Come on, come on! - [man shouts.]
You see that? That's called a plan! What plan, man? Smoke cigarettes and die? [Eliot.]
This way! - Come on, get those dogs! - Go, go! Get those dogs over here, now! Yes, hello, Mr.
Wallach? This is Alexandra from FSA.
I'm calling about the outstanding balance you have with Amherst Amherst Oncology Center? - [dial tone.]
- Oh, it looks like we got disconnected.
- [phone beeps.]
- [typing.]
[computer.]
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Parker, why aren't you in Whitman's office yet? Uh, 'cause it's my first day at work? - [computer.]
Delete.
Delete - On my way now.
[panting.]
- Stop, stop, stop, stop.
- What you mean, stop? - Why we stop running? Running's good! - Listen to me! The van was averaging 45 miles-an-hour, right? We were in there for 22 minutes [panting.]
we took two turns off the highway.
That's 17 miles north of town, we need to go south.
- That's south.
- Says you and what compass? This compass, man! Some of us were born with good direction, Hardison! Yeah, well, how bout some sense, man? That's uphill.
Running downhill is faster.
That's proven science.
- [dogs barking.]
- [men shouting.]
- All right, go.
- [both.]
One, two, three! - Damn it! Again! - You got a tell, man.
You got a tell.
Come on.
Go.
Pick 'em up, boy.
Seek 'em.
[man.]
Over here! Over here! Good boy.
Get 'em, get 'em.
If I were a super-secret government document, where would I hide? Bingo.
[chuckles.]
[whispers.]
Man.
Guys, I found the list, but that's not all I found.
I found guns.
Ah, jeez, sorry, I go ahead.
I gotta to take this call.
What? [Parker.]
It looks like he's stealing from the taxpayers to buy weapons.
- And flags.
- Flags? Uh, what kind of flags? White with a green tree inside a blue shield, with a star and a ribbon around it.
Says, "Ense Petit Placidam, Sub Libertate Quietem.
" "By the sword we seek peace, but only under liberty.
" Well, that's from the Massachusetts State flag.
- The tree, that's from the original colonial flag.
- So he's a historian.
With an arsenal? No wonder we can't find anything about this guy online.
- He's got a little secret.
I'm gonna try something.
- [camera clicks.]
I'm so sorry.
The local council wants to put handicap ramps all over the parking lot.
You know, next thing you know, we're gonna have to put Braille in the, uh, you know, from the free weights.
It's getting to be ridiculous, these people.
Hey, uh, is that your yellow Hummer over there? - That it is.
- Boy, that's a sweet ride, huh? - Well-made machine.
- Yeah, a beauty.
She's nice.
I appreciate a man who buys American, I'll tell you that.
I used to work for the government, myself.
And I'm goin' back a few years, but, uh, you know, back then we all believed in the same principles.
It's - It's true.
The system, it's it's broken down.
- It certainly is.
Whatever happened to "by the people, for the people," huh? I spent 20 years with the IRS.
You think after all that time and all that money I collected, any of it went to protect the interests of real Americans? No.
We just hand it off to other agencies, they dole it out to welfare cheats and border jumpers and whatever black hole programs keep the incumbents in office.
- Hm! - [sighs.]
Yeah, taxpayers these days, they're a bunch of sheep.
Just blind followers, don't even realize the liberties under constant assault by the government that they've elected.
- It's pathetic.
- Preachin' to the choir.
You know that money that, uh, the IRS is looking for in that bank? I told you, it's not mine.
It belongs to the revolution.
And it's coming.
That's why you gotta act fast.
You you got those, uh, those IRS agents snooping around.
I wouldn't worry about them.
I had them taken care of.
I really gotta get back to my office.
Why don't you, uh, meet me there with your records and I will try to give you an answer today.
Pleasure to meet you.
Parker, have you, uh, talked to Eliot or Hardison today? No.
Uh, they could be out of range, or Or in a lot of trouble.
I don't like it, Nate.
Eliot and Hardison should have checked in by now.
- I think we should call the police.
- And tell them what? Two of our friends are impersonating IRS agents at a bank? Whitman said, "I took care of them.
" Well, Parker and I will find the boys.
You go close Whitman.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
We gotta get 'em off our scent.
- What's that? - Just rub it on you.
- It's skunkweed.
- Mm-mm It'll get the dogs off our scent, Hardison.
Rub it on your damn body! - I can taste the smell in my mouth.
It's strong.
- Put it on you, man.
Hey.
All right, high five.
A high five for morale! [Hardison screams.]
- What the hell, man? - I know what I'm doing.
Gangrene, man.
Gangre You know what? I'm tired of you, man.
We wouldn't even be in this mess if you hadn't wanted to go fishing! I could have taken you down to Mama Creole's Fish Shack and got you a catfish two-piece and a biscuit for $5.
99.
But instead, you got us out here with trigger-happy Joe tryin' to fish us.
And he's all too happy to shoot himself a Negro.
So it's a black thing now, is that it? They're huntin' me, too, all right? Damn skippy, it's a black thing.
Who they try to shoot first, Eliot? Who got punched first, Eliot? Me.
I'm 'bout tired of this redneckedness now.
- Damn it, Hardison! - Damn it, Eliot! Look, man, I know what I'm doin', I've done this before.
- This? Right here? In the woods, handcuffed to a man? - Yes, I have, OK? - It was easier last time, though.
- Why? 'Cause he was already dead.
- Good boy, good boy.
- [dogs panting.]
This way.
- OK, what do you got? - I've got a map.
Well, part of a map.
I don't know what it means.
What if Eliot and Hardison have already Let's go in here.
OK, so Hardison and Eliot, they need us to stay calm.
So, uh, show me what you got, and, uh, we'll figure out how to save them.
- [phone beeping, static.]
- Guys? - Eliot, Hardison, can you hear me? - Wait, wait, wait.
Stop, stop, stop.
Nate? Nate? You're breaking up, man.
We're in the woods.
Listen, we're approximately - OK - [static.]
Damn it.
Can you hear him? No, man, this cloud cover, day like this, we gotta bounce the signal off a radio tower.
- How do we do that? - Get a clear view of the sky.
[birds chirping.]
[Parker.]
OK, here it is.
[Nate.]
All right, that's Whitman's militia camp.
Uh, it doesn't show where.
Now, Eliot said they were Let's get - [meowing.]
- [gasps.]
- [typing.]
- [Nate.]
OK.
It's gotta be in here somewhere.
From the bank to here Right there.
It's, uh, the same creek, isn't it? Yeah, no paved roads, no people for miles, in the middle of nowhere.
- Mm-hmm.
- [Hardison.]
Nate, hey, can you hear me? Hardison, are you OK? [men talking, dogs barking.]
[whispering.]
Can't talk very loud.
These militia guys are following us.
They're armed and I'm pretty sure we pissed them off.
[Nate.]
Now, listen.
Now, there are railroad tracks a mile and a half west of the camp.
Can you get there? Sure.
But what if there's no train? Well, there will be.
We're gonna steal you one.
[typing.]
Your records are very thorough.
Very impressive.
I do have some questions about the profit sharing, however.
Huh? Oh, oh, the, uh, the, uh, the nuts and bolts are really Vic's forte.
Where is he? I thought he was coming with you.
Oh, he's here.
He's, uh, he's on a conference call.
[chuckles.]
Money laundering, it isn't all champagne and helicopters, is it? - Oh, excuse me.
- [chuckles.]
Hate being away from the job.
I love collecting money.
[laughs.]
- OK, Nate, I'm in.
- [cracks knuckles.]
Let's go steal a [train sound.]
OK, Parker.
What I'm going to do is I'm gonna call your station, and you're gonna patch me through to the Department of Transportation.
Now, use the company's caller-ID-spoofing software to make my call look like it's coming from Fitchburg.
OK, you're on.
[phone rings.]
MassDot, this is Bev.
Yeah, listen, I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm walking my dogs out here in Fitchburg.
It looks like you got a problem on your track.
- A bunch of rocks blocking the way.
- Are you sure? - I haven't heard anything about a rockslide.
- Oh, yeah, am I sure? Yeah, listen, I'm I'm sending you a picture on my celly right now.
- OK.
Yes, sir.
- Yes, Bev, yes.
- We'll do our best.
- It's a big I mean, a train can't get through there.
- OK.
- [phone rings.]
Please hold, sir.
MassDot, this is Bev.
Is this the train department? You gotta send someone out to Fitchburg.
- [phone rings.]
- Please hold, ma'am.
Uh, yeah, we got rocks, rocks on the tracks.
Yeah.
Big rocks.
Hey, Gary, I gotta re-route the Northbound Barrington.
We got a rockslide.
[train horn sounds.]
OK, Eliot, Hardison, I got a train on the way.
It's coming from Pennsylvania.
It's a produce, uh, train carrying beets.
[door opens.]
- I'll take that as a good sign.
- Well, like I said, I still have a few questions.
But we do see the world the same way.
And that counts for something.
God! Come on, man.
I hate beets.
Let's go.
Come on.
- So do we have a deal? - You will have a check by the end of business day.
To the revolution.
[Nate.]
All right, Sophie, good work.
The train is on its way to pick up the boys, we're home free.
[train horn sounds.]
He did it, man.
He actually did it.
He stole it.
How's your train jumping skills, man? - I ain't no hobo, but I can hold my own.
- All right.
- [man.]
Don't move.
- [gun cocks.]
- Put your hands up.
- Man, what do you want us to do? - Hello? - You're the ones that put this on us, man.
- Were already han - All right, go down.
- Why you always - Twist it.
Not like that, man.
Go, like, go under.
- Don't tell me to go down, Eliot.
- Just switch - I'm not saying it like that, man.
- Fine.
- Just hold on a minute, man.
- Shut up! - He has a gun in your face.
- Can we get a minute? Go, go.
Let's go this way.
Man, it ain't that hard.
It's not that hard.
- Why you so difficult, man? - Shut up.
[grunting.]
Let me tell you something.
Tell your little Boy Scout Troop their time's up.
We get new recruits every day.
You can't stop what we have planned.
No one can! [grunting.]
Come on, man, let's go.
All right.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- We gotta get on this train.
- No, no.
- What were you smellin' at the camp? - What? - What were you smelling at the camp? - We gotta get on this train! What were you smelling? Fertilizer.
And molasses.
You can reduce the molasses down to use as an oil for a fertilizer bomb, all right? I've seen it in Lebanon.
It's better than kerosene.
OK, so fertilizer bomb in a van.
That's what the little hillbilly was crying about.
Look, man, we get on this train, all right, we get back there - and we call the FBI, they clear everybody out - Was the bomb mixed already? Is is it stable? No.
They gotta use it within the next 48 hours.
OK, Eliot, we call the FBI, maybe they make it, maybe they don't.
What happens then? We're watching a building blow up on the news? Children, firemen scattered everywhere? Look, man, I say we go back down there and we stop 'em.
I say we whup some hillbilly ass.
- We're gonna get bloody on this one.
- Mm-hmm.
All right, come on, man.
I'm gonna grab his walkie-talkie, you get his shoelaces and you get his belt.
And I'm getting this.
What do you say we lose about 180 pounds? - Yeah? - Yeah.
How's the new girl doing? Nate, we've lost contact with Eliot and Hardison again.
[Nate.]
They're probably on the train.
All right, but what about Sophie? When's she getting Whitman's check? Get me Whitman.
[phone rings.]
Excuse me.
- Yes? - Sir, we have a problem.
I see.
No, no, I'll take care of things on this end.
I have to get to the bank and get my money.
There's no telling what those idiots out there are liable to do.
Nate, our cover's blown.
The revolution's starting early.
[Sophie.]
our cover's blown.
The revolution's starting early.
They're locking the building down.
I'm gonna try and stall Owens.
If I can make the elevator think there's a fire, - doors won't open.
- [Nate.]
All right, good.
I'll find us a way out.
Listen, if Whitman is spooked, he's gonna go for his money.
So we have to we have to get to the bank before he does.
Eliot, Hardison, can you hear me? Where are you on the train? Yeah, Nate, that didn't happen.
What do you mean, it didn't happen? You're not on the train? - Don't worry about it.
- Guys, you're telling me you're going to go toe-to-toe - with these people without a plan? - Oh, we got a plan.
It's called C.
W.
A.
Can o' Whup Ass.
All right.
Sophie, take the stairwell to the first floor.
There are too many eyes on the lobby.
We're gonna have to use the emergency exit.
On my way.
[Whitman.]
Come on.
Nate, it worked.
The elevators are on automatic emergency protocol.
They're all headed to the ground floor.
What the hell? - Did you get 'em? - I'm on it, sir.
Well, get it done.
I'm holding you personally responsible.
[elevator dings.]
How are we gonna get out without being seen? Huh? We can't hack the security system.
I was actually thinking of something a little more direct.
- [fire alarm rings.]
- Go.
Stop them! Stop them! [indistinct radio chatter.]
- You feeling confident? - Not really.
Good.
'Cause overconfidence will kill you faster than a bullet any day.
- Fear's good.
- Oh, I have fear.
And doubt.
And really serious regrets.
I should be fine.
All right, you're ready then.
- [twig snaps.]
- [radio chatter.]
[grunts.]
[choking.]
Oh, whoa, hey, oh.
Huh? - Science.
It works.
- [man grunts.]
[man.]
Stay right there.
Freeze.
Don't make any sudden movement.
- [man.]
Let's see those hands.
- [guns cock.]
- [man.]
Let's see 'em.
- Move.
I need to make a withdrawal.
Right now.
Oh, uh, Mr.
Whitman, yes, of course.
Take a seat.
Good work, Tommy.
Where you going to put the van, Chester? An office building? - A preschool? A church? - A soldier knows there are casualties in every war.
See, that's the difference between a real soldier and this little Halloween outfit you got goin' on.
Ah! You'd kill to protect your rights.
A real soldier? He'd die protectin' somebody else's.
- [guns cocking.]
- [Eliot.]
Yeah, come on.
Now, wait, wait, wait.
I never did get that cigarette.
- Kill them.
- [Eliot.]
I tell you, man, - I think I know where your cigarette's at.
- Do you? - I think I saw it right over there.
- Right there? [all screaming.]
[alarm chirps.]
Whitman's gone.
[Eliot sighs, groans.]
- You all right? - Yeah.
[groaning.]
[chuckles.]
High five! - For morale! - [laughing.]
[Eliot.]
Yo, incoming, go.
Go, go, go.
[coughing.]
Chester! Chester, what the hell happened here? Chester! Hey, hey.
What the hell's going on? - Ah, never mind, never mind.
- [coughing.]
Listen, there's too much heat on the organization right now.
I have to get out of town.
I want you to take the men and take them to a safe house.
Give me the keys to your truck.
Come on.
Hurry up.
Hey.
Listen, next time I steal you a train, get on it.
Look, man, you're not gonna rain on my parade today, Nate.
I made a bomb.
Out of a menthol light.
- It's over there, man.
- For God's sake, Brandon.
[Hardison.]
For God's sake, Brandon.
[all screaming.]
[Nate.]
You got a radio? - What frequency are they on? - Seven-seven-two.
All right, I will be in touch with further instructions when it's safer.
All right? [Nate.]
All units move in.
We have a GPS location on the camp.
ATF, uh, airborne is incoming.
ATF, that's the Feds.
The Feds are coming! Be advised, be advised, we have a cooperating witness on the site.
Apprehend, but do not injure, Hugh Whitman.
What? No, no, no, hold it.
The Guys, hold it.
Wait a minute, that's not I shoulda known.
Once a government man, always a government man.
[stammers.]
Wait, I gave you training, I gave you equipment.
Look, I handle the money.
Yeah, let's see the money.
Here.
There.
Wait a minute.
Oh, no, no, no.
Wait, this was straight from the bank.
Who knew a sedan could hit 140? Parker, you are never to get behind the wheel of a car again, OK? Never.
[alarm chirps.]
Wait Hey, guys, I'm I'm a fellow patriot.
What are you? Is this the evidence you were gonna sell to the Feds for your freedom? What? Chester, think.
This only hangs me.
We're being played.
We're being set up.
The money must be back at the bank.
You ain't lying about one thing, we need to hide out.
So let's go into town and get our money, Whitman.
And maybe we don't shoot you.
Move it.
[Whitman.]
All right, all right, all right.
[Chester.]
Move it.
Give me the keys.
Hey, you know, I'm starting to enjoy the outdoors.
Hey, you seriously gonna let 'em get away with this? Eliot, I stole you a train.
Have a little faith.
- What's going on, Whitman? - I don't know.
They were just in here.
Hello? Hello? Hands in the air.
Don't move.
[guns cocking.]
[sirens wailing.]
[men shouting.]
FBI! Let me see your hands! Get 'em up! Get down! Get on the ground! [Whitman.]
That's not my case.
It got switched.
- Are these the stolen papers you mentioned? - Yep.
- You! - Internal IRS documents.
[clucks tongue.]
Mr.
Whitman, you and your men are under arrest.
Wait a minute, you gotta listen to me.
That woman isn't who she says she is.
She's a con artist.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get that all the time.
Yeah, its all one big conspiracy.
Yeah, you better run a psych eval on that one, huh? I'm trying to tell you Hey.
And that guy, he's part of it, too! I'm telling you! Why don't you listen to me! Listen! Mr.
Ford, I don't know what to say.
- Thank you.
All of you.
- Oh, I know you've been out of work for a little while.
Do you think you could help us find the names on this list and help them get their, uh, their money back? It's only a part-time job, but I think you'll find it really rewarding.
- Oh, I'll drive.
- Uh-uh.
No.
No, no, no.
I'll drive.
[reel buzzing.]
Oh, oh.
Reel reel it in slow, reel it in slow.
- I know how to do it, man.
I heard you - Slow.
- See, you lost it.
- There's no talking There's no talking in fishing, man.
- That was the beauty of fishing.
- You're tense, man.
It's a delicate sport.
You need to be delicate.
- [video game beeps.]
- You got it.
Yeah.
[Eliot sighs.]
It's just not the same.
You're right.
It's better.
[chuckles.]
Yeah, buddy.