Leverage s03e13 Episode Script
The Morning After Job
So, you wanted to talk about your account.
Yes.
I don't know how else to say this, Mr.
Vector, but I'm wiped out.
[grumbles.]
Market's been in a slump lately.
Used to happen to me during my playing days.
You just gotta ride it out.
But it's it's not the market, it's the trades.
I never authorized these.
Not one of them.
Unauthorized trades.
You know, I, uh, I got a call from the SEC about that the other day.
- That come from you? - [sighs.]
You know, you were my favorite player.
God's honest.
And when I read that story in Forbes how you taught yourself stock trading and then you made a fortune, I knew I had to invest in your fund.
This money was my retirement money.
It's gone.
Let me tell you something, Mr.
Weibe.
You remember me from my playing days, you know one thing: Nobody nobody sucker punches me.
[grunting.]
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.
I got a broken orbital bone, from my hero.
- What did the, uh, police say? - No witness, no crime.
Oh, they said he's rich, so sue him.
- Of course, you need money for that.
- And what about the SEC? [scoffs.]
Well, the SEC dismissed my complaint.
It turns out that Mark Vector, he cut some kind of deal with the government.
I mean, what's going on? Well, in exchange for his testimony, he gets immunity for his past crimes.
So this guy spent my life savings on worthless stock and then he nearly killed me.
And he's just gonna do it all over again? Yeah, well, he's not gonna do it again.
All right? Now, he can run from the law, he's not gonna run from me.
I'm gonna make sure that this never happens again to anyone.
Well, thank you, Mr.
Ford.
Thank you.
All right.
I think it's cute, your little crusade.
How you need to right a wrong before you get a job done.
- Yeah.
My job is - Your job is to bring me Moreau.
- I gave you six months, and you are running out of time.
- I'm being thorough.
And besides, I found him.
- Vector's connected to Moreau, isn't he? - We think so.
Listen, the reason I asked you to come down here today was to tell me anything I might need to know about Vector's deal with the Feds.
Vector's slate is wiped clean after he testifies.
Yours is wiped clean after you bring me Moreau.
Does that clarify things? And if I need help? Then you're not the man I thought you were.
Ciao.
[Nate.]
OK, let's run it.
[groans.]
- What? - We know you just came back - from seeing your little Italian friend.
- That we don't get to see.
Well, maybe she's his little imaginary Italian friend, hm? Like Pinocchio? How old are you? The thing is, why do you insist on keeping us all in the dark about her? We're taking down Damien Moreau.
This is a guy who moves money for arms dealers, drug kingpins, terrorists.
Pretty worthy goal, yes? We would all agree.
Now, the fact that we don't have a choice in the matter, I can barely stomach.
So if we could just focus on our client and the guy that took his life savings, it'd be a good start.
Now, run it.
Meet Mark Vector.
His pro highlights: six assists, two goals, in the penalty box.
Yeah, I've got some tape on this guy.
He can fight.
You watch hockey fights alone at night in your room? Yeah.
You never know if you're gonna have to fight a guy on ice.
[clears throat.]
Just sayin'.
Now, after his pro days, he turned his attention to the market where he made a fortune picking stocks.
That's the myth.
What's what's the truth? Truth is he's a huckster.
He built an investment firm praying on his former hockey fans, like our client, then he started laundering money for underworld figures he met during his career.
Lucky for him, a Boston grand jury's about to indict some of his mob clients for money laundering, which makes Vector a very important witness.
- So, what does Vector have on Moreau? - I don't know.
So our job is to find that out before he testifies and gets immunity, - which is happening tomorrow.
- And let's not forget, - we also have to get our client his money back.
- Well, look, I got Vector coming in at 5:00 on Vista Atlantic flight 411.
He's gonna be met by an FBI handler.
Part one of the plan, meet him first.
[PA.]
Attention all passengers for flight 1060 to Detroit, please note that flight has been delayed one hour.
I still don't know why Sophie's not doing this part of the con.
Well, the con requires a carrot and a stick, and I need her to be the stick.
Well, remember that time I was the carrot and I stabbed somebody? I do, yeah.
No, you can handle it.
Especially the second part.
Well, yeah, the second part I can do in my sleep.
Literally.
[chuckles.]
All right, look who the FBI assigned to pick up Vector.
[phone beeps.]
Agent McSweeten? He knows me.
Well, he knows you as a fellow FBI agent.
What are we gonna do? OK, I got the number of his field officer.
We're gonna clear him right now.
[speed dialing.]
Uh, yeah, hey.
Uh, this is Mark Vector.
Uh, listen my flight just got in and, uh, someone was supposed to meet me here.
And, uh [chuckles.]
Uh, flight 411, gate 31.
Got in half-hour ago.
Listen, if no one's here in five minutes, I'm outta here.
- Yeah.
I got - [hangs up.]
There you are.
I got Hardison to change the arrival gate.
- [PA.]
final boarding call for flight 317 to Nashville.
- [cell phone rings.]
- Yes, sir? - [man.]
McSweeten, where the hell are you? - Get get over there now! - Um, well, well, it's not for another ten minutes He got in a half-hour ago! Gate - Um, OK - And there he goes.
- Hurry up! Go, go, go! - Excuse me, sorry.
So if Vector has an immunity agreement with the government, why on earth would he speak to us? Well, he'd have to think that he's in such big trouble for something that, uh, his immunity agreement was worthless and he'd have to make a new deal.
And have to give up Moreau to get it.
Wow.
That's an awful lot of trouble we've got to come up with.
Well, what are his weaknesses? Besides busting up the power play.
He's got two big ones.
He's got a violent temper and he likes to party.
We're talking bar fights, DUIs, you name it.
All right, so when his partying gets him into hot water, who does he call? - Ghostbusters! - Wow.
Again? - Parker.
- He calls Daniel Firestone.
Boston's finest fixer lawyer.
Part two of the plan, Sophie, steal his lawyer.
I was wondering if I could have a word with you.
I'm Tina Myers.
I'm an investment banker.
Uh, Daniel Firestone.
I'm sorry, I'm late for court.
You can make an appointment with my secretary.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
This can't wait.
You see, I'm in big trouble.
I'm being investigated - by the FBI for a deal I did for Taito Bank.
- In Japan? Yes.
Your flight leaves in two hours.
Uh, Miss Myers, I can't just leave for Japan.
- I'm sorry, I can't help you.
- But I can't go to jail! You Listen, there's a $100,000 retainer.
Please, please, please, I'm desperate.
You're scared, I can see that.
What I'm going to do - is refer you to my colleague, Adam Greaves.
- Are you sure he can help me? Adam's the man I would call.
Do what he says, he'll keep you out of jail.
Good luck.
[Firestone.]
Do what he says, he'll keep you out of jail.
Now, that'll give me what I need, but how do we get Vector so panicked - that he's forced to call Firestone? - He likes to party.
Let's throw him a party.
[PA.]
Attention all passengers, please have valid ID Watch it.
There he is.
You're up.
You good? - Mm-hmm.
- Repeat after me: don't stab.
- [laughs.]
Don't stab.
Don't stab.
- Don't stab.
Don't stab.
[overlapping.]
Don't stab.
Don't stab, don't stab.
Excuse me, I think you grabbed my bag off the carousel.
- Uh, yeah, no, I don't think so.
- Oh, God, I can't believe it.
- They lost my luggage.
- That's no problem.
Where you headed? Uh, North Side.
I just got off the worst flight from Detroit.
Hey, you look familiar.
Do I know you? I'm pretty sure I'd remember you.
I used to play a little hockey.
[gasps.]
Oh my gosh, you're Mark Vector! Oh, I went to a game once where you hit a guy so hard you cracked his helmet in half.
Ah, yes, Marty Levesque.
What can I say? A guy takes a cheap shot at me, I see red.
You, uh, you want to grab a drink? Yeah.
After that flight, I think I need one.
I know a great bar.
It's right by my place.
Oh, yeah? How convenient.
[PA.]
We have had a change of aircraft and will need to reissue boarding passes.
Good work.
Now comes the tricky part.
[slurring.]
Let me tell you something, Liz.
- Alice.
- Alice.
Alice in Wonderland.
[laughs.]
Don't let anybody ever tell you who you are.
Huh? What'd they used to call me? Goon.
The Enforcer.
The Grim Reaper.
Ooh! What do I call myself? - A competitor.
You know why? - Oh! Why? Because I know that when I walked off of the ice and onto the trading floor I was gonna win.
Huh? - Ah.
- [phone beeps.]
- Excuse me.
- Sure.
- [Mark.]
Oh.
- [Parker.]
Oh, look at that.
You look like Barney the Dinosaur.
Yeah, the color's a little bit off.
Why don't you, uh, finish your drink, sweetheart? You need to catch up.
- Ooh, yeah.
- [Sophie.]
Parker, you're trying to seduce the guy.
Remember, your persona is sexy tomboy.
Just just do it like we practiced.
- Hey.
[laughs.]
- Hey.
[Sophie.]
Just, I don't know, punch the guy in the arm.
Ah! Yeah! [chuckles.]
Yeah! [laughs.]
Is that all you got? Come on, bring it on, sister.
- Yeah! - Whoa.
You like the rough stuff, huh? - Everything set up there? - Yep.
Let's clear out.
Parker, mi casa es su casa.
- [both laugh.]
- Nice.
All right.
[sighs, clears throat.]
You know how I said my apartment was near the bar? - Yeah.
- It's actually upstairs from the bar.
Whoo! - Let me get this for ya.
- OK.
- Whoa! - Whoa.
[laughs.]
[sighs.]
[groans.]
What? [laughs.]
Morning.
I said good morning.
[chuckles.]
Whoa, what the? No.
No.
No, no, no, no.
No.
No! Oh, that's, uh [both grunt.]
[dialing.]
Be there, be there.
- [Firestone.]
Daniel Firestone.
- Danny, it's Mark.
Uh, listen, uh, I got a little problem here, pal.
Uh, I met this girl last night [Firestone.]
In Japan.
Sorry, I can't help you.
Japan? What the? [Vector.]
No, no, no, listen, this is bad, I need you.
I need you, Dan, all right? The girl is dead! [Firestone.]
You're scared, I can see that.
I'm going to refer you to my colleague, Adam Greaves.
You sure about this guy? [Firestone.]
Adam's the man I would call.
Do what he says, he'll keep you out of jail.
All right, I'll text you the address.
But he'd better hurry.
- [hangs up.]
- [panting.]
All right, Nate, The Guy in the Bed with the Dead Hooker con is up and running.
Hey, man, it's called The Vegas Wake-Up Call.
No, it's not.
All right, The Vegas Wake-Up Call, the boyfriend shows up.
- No, he doesn't.
- [Nate.]
Guys, guys, guys, guys! Uh, let's go over this one more time.
Now, getting Vector to think he's in trouble is just the beginning.
I need to get him to trust me as his lawyer, which means I need to get him to confess.
Then I go in as the prosecutor and offer him a new immunity deal in exchange for what he knows about Moreau.
Now, in order for Sophie to be able to do that, she is gonna need the original immunity agreement with Vector's signature on it.
She's gonna need to hold it in her hands, be able to quote from it, rub his nose in it.
That's your job, to retrieve that.
So it's the lawyer, the prosecutor, the deal and the dead girl in the bed.
It's The Cuban Sandwich.
- [police radio chatter.]
- Nate, we're on our way to the courthouse.
Check it out.
Cop aliases I created are so foolproof I was able to get an official squad car from the Boston PD.
- Eight-zero-one-seven, baby.
- Maybe next time you can get us a fire truck.
- Really? You're just rude like that, huh? Really? - Get in the car.
Well, he's in a panic waiting for his lawyer.
- Shouldn't you be getting up there? - Ah, a little time will soften him up.
I learned that from you.
- [laughs.]
- Hm? This reminds me of old times.
You know, you on one side, me on the other.
I actually prefer us on the same side.
- Are you worried? - About you? Never.
All right, then.
Go get him.
[Eliot.]
The agreement's in there with the grand jury.
There's probably 50-some-odd people in there, man.
How do you suggest we get it out? - What don't you get about foolproof? - Hey, how you doin'? Hey-hey-hey.
Excuse me, would you mind going in there and telling Prosecutor LaPointe that, uh, Officer Farber's out here to speak to her about Mark Vector? Sure thing.
- Foolproof.
- Officer who? Who? [woman.]
Is Vector here? No, no.
We couldn't bring him.
- They said we needed to get a subpoena first.
- Subpoena.
- Who told you that? That is not true.
- It was, uh, Perry, our desk sergeant that said, uh, thing about the special case, we needed some more files or something.
You know what he said.
He said, uh, Ten-B-six or Ten-B-seven.
- No, it's the allergies.
- Allergies is what I meant.
Just take the whole file! Make whatever copies you need - and get Vector down here now.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Foolproof.
- Hey, you two, wait.
- See? - I've got a witness who just got off the stand who needs to go back to county lockup.
Like a grand jury witness that's a prisoner that you want us to take back to jail? It's right by your precinct.
I'll send him out.
I got stuff to do today.
It's my mama birthday.
I Good job, man.
Nice.
Damn it, Hardison! - Hey, man, shut up, man.
- What are we gonna do with another guy with us, man? Shut up, we're the police.
- [knocking on door.]
- Yeah? - [Nate.]
It's Adam Greaves.
- Mr.
Greaves, thank God you're here.
Listen, this is not my fault.
All right? I got no idea what happened.
- Where's the girl? - She's upstairs.
- It's bad, isn't it? - Well, it's your DNA that's underneath her fingernails.
Yes, it does look pretty bad.
Yeah, and I counted three surveillance cameras, which I am sure have footage of you accompanying this woman into this apartment.
But I I didn't do anything.
And your witness to that is where? Under the bed? Come on, you got enough evidence here to, uh, convict you of first degree manslaughter.
Now, who is she? Let's start there.
I don't know.
I met her in the airport.
Yeah, well, you're gonna tell me everything you and Alice White did last night.
Now, go clean yourself up.
- Come on! - Yeah.
OK.
Foolproof cop aliases? Somebody said they were getting me some water.
Look, man, who got us the car? Who got us the Vector file? Who? - Where is my water? - You do this every time, man! You take it too far.
You're always complaining, man.
It's a little detour.
- Can somebody turn on the A/C? - [both.]
Shut up! Whoops.
We have company.
- [car horn honks.]
- [Sophie.]
An old friend.
Yeah, he must have tracked the cabbies and traffic cameras.
What are we gonna do, Nate? We're not ready to close Vector yet.
Well, we can use McSweeten to our advantage.
Uh We gotta have someone on his hip.
Someone, someone Someone he trusts.
[whispers.]
You've gotta be kidding me.
[whispering.]
Look, your part is over.
All we gotta do is keep him out of the bedroom.
Well, how am I supposed to get downstairs? What? Like you don't have one of these in your closet? Guys, where are you? I need to get my hands on that immunity agreement, now.
- [Hardison.]
Ha! We are on our way.
- [man.]
Guys, I don't feel good.
- Hey, you better not throw up in this car.
- No, I can't help it.
- I'm serious.
- I'm starting to spit a lot.
[radio.]
Attention all units, we have a code 16 with a weapon at 420 Victory Boulevard.
- Hey, that's right up there.
- Hm? - We're taking this.
- No, we're not.
- We're taking this.
- No, we're not.
Dispatch, this is - No, it ain't.
- Yes, it is.
We're taking this, man.
- No, we're not.
- We're taking it right now.
Pull over.
Whatever happened to the detour and you was just complaining and yelling and all that? There's somebody up there with a weapon, all right?! There could be kids in the house, Hardison, all right?! Or it could be a gang shootout.
I don't know Just pull over right now.
Don't throw up in the backseat, man! Did you just throw up? Pull over, Hardison.
Take a left.
Man, pull over! I said pull over! [Hardison.]
Hey! Hey! Hey! Why you so strong, man? [siren wails.]
[man.]
Woman! Get your ass back in the house! - What the hell are we doing here, anyway? - this is a call.
- We gotta take it.
Hey, hey! Sir! - What?! What's the problem, man? We got a call about a man with a weapon.
I'm not the one with the weapon! She's the one with the weapon! - Show 'em those text messages you got from that skank! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- She's your sister! - Hey, hey! Settle down, ma'am.
- She's next! Don't you worry! - Settle down, all right? Let me have the bat.
- Look at these pictures! - I'm not looking at anything until you give me the bat! - She's crazy! - Quiet! Quiet! - Her whole family's crazy! - Give me the bat.
- You'd know! - Dang it.
Are there any kids in here? - No, he can't have any kids.
He smokes too much weed.
- I didn't ask you that! I asked you a simple yes or no question.
Are there any kids in the house? - No! - All right! Now, sit down and be quiet! Sit your ass down on the bumper! Don't talk at my woman like that.
- [grunting.]
- [shouting.]
- [Eliot.]
Settle down! - Be careful! - Morning.
- Uh, morning.
- Special Agent McSweeten, FBI.
- Uh-huh.
Um, I was wondering, have you seen this man? Uh, no.
He doesn't look familiar to me.
He doesn't have that anymore.
- I'm sorry, no.
No, I don't.
- Maybe a little fatter.
- Special Agent Hagen.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Good to see you.
- Yeah.
- Hey, oh, hey.
- Good to see you.
- Hey.
Wow.
I haven't seen you since, uh, we took down Daniel Fowler at that private school.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, I've been undercover.
Deep, deep cover.
- Oh, cool.
- Mm-hm.
- What? - Oh, uh, nothing.
It's just that your lips are - Well, they're kind of blue.
- Oh.
Oh, yeah, well, it's part of my alias.
You know, with the Russians.
- It's probably 'cause it's been really cold there.
- Right.
- Matter of fact, we should probably go talk outside.
- Oh, OK.
[cell phone rings.]
Oh, that's Yuri, my informant.
I gotta get this.
But, uh, I'll meet you outside in just a second.
All right.
Da.
Hey, Vector, you recognize him? I saw him pull up when I got here.
That's my FBI handler.
I've been ducking his calls all morning.
What the hell are we gonna do? All right, you gotta stay outta sight, all right? Until he leaves, we're stuck here.
- Taking that as a souvenir? - Hey, I didn't get to arrest nobody, might as well.
Now, look, man, we get the Vector file back to Sophie, we're back on track, huh? - What? - You think we're missing something? - No, we got the file, I got my bat, I'm good.
- The prisoner, man! He's gone! - He couldn't have gotten far, let's go.
- You gotta be kiddin' me.
You're on, Nate.
Let's see you get a man to confess to a crime he didn't commit.
- What happened here last night? - I told you, I blacked out.
Listen, you're protected with attorney/client privilege, OK? So it stays right here.
But you gotta open up, you gotta tell me what happened.
I mean, come on, it's [scoffs.]
This is bad.
We were, uh We were just playing around, you know? She was, uh - She was what? - She was punching me in the arm.
It was, uh, it was her way of flirting.
Any chance she, uh, might have, uh, missed your arm and clocked you in the face.
It's possible.
OK.
- I want you to close your eyes now.
- What? Yeah, just close your eyes.
Just close your eyes.
That's it.
Now, see the scene.
You're with this girl, right? You like her and everything, the two of you are playing around.
She punches you, you punch her back.
She punches you, you punch her back, you're playing around and everything.
She punches, she misses.
She scratches your face, you put your arms around her throat, you start choking her.
And you're killing her, you're choking her, you're so furious! You're I got a temper, OK! Somebody punches me, I see red! - It's not my fault! - Sure.
- It's not my fault.
- OK.
See, see, see? Now that you're honest with me, I can help you.
All right? - Who you calling? - I'm calling a friend in the US Attorney's office.
- Gonna get you a new deal.
- Yeah? Hell, yeah.
Hey, that's him, isn't it? No, that's another guy dressed in khaki, wearing handcuffs, with one shoe on.
With the attitude, man.
It wasn't my idea Shut up, let's go, let's go.
[Hardison.]
Hey.
Don't run.
OK, OK.
[grunts.]
You all right? Where you think you're goin', boy? You guys you guys can't take me back to jail.
What, you're carsick.
You got jailsick, too? No.
No, no, no.
'Cause of what I told the grand jury about the dirty cops.
Nice try.
Grand jury's investigating money laundering.
Yeah, yeah.
Money laundering by dirty cops.
They sandbagged me.
You guys take me back to jail now, they're gonna find me hangin' in my cell.
[sobbing, throws up.]
- Oh.
- Oh, come on, man.
So your assignment must be really secret.
I've been trying to find you for months.
Listen, I know about Vector.
If we're going to find him, we have to go over everything we know.
So I guess the whole Bureau knows I lost him at the airport, huh? Yeah.
Why didn't you say something? Ever since the Moscone and Fowler case, they've been moving me and Taggert up the ladder, you know? Where is Taggert, anyway? Oh, he's teaching krav maga at Quantico this week.
That's why I'm solo.
I figured I could find Vector on my own.
You know, no harm, no foul.
Now, the cat's out of the bag.
I guess it's back to Kansas for me.
- You don't even drive 25 in a 25 mile an hour zone.
- Say what? - Say one more thing.
Say one more thing.
- Where were you guys? - Playing ball? - No place you would ever want to go.
Is that the immunity agreement? Hey.
Something about this doesn't make sense.
Oh.
You wanna know what doesn't make sense? Trying to pull off The Cuban Sandwich without a dead hooker.
Did she say Cuban Sand? Hey! The Vegas Wake-up Call! - It's Vegas, man.
- Shut up.
- [knocking on door.]
- Ah.
OK.
[Nate.]
Hello.
OK.
Uh, Mark Vector, uh, Karen Regan, Justice Department.
Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we? So the dead girl is, uh, she's upstairs.
- But there's these mitigating factors and - The less I see, the better.
- Shall we? - OK, yes.
How do I know she can get me out of this? That she can get me a new deal? On July 17th, you agreed to assist the US government in a money-laundering probe.
You identified clients engaged in these crimes, including Patrick Calderone and J.
J.
Hughes.
- Is this your signature? - Yeah, it's my signature.
Now, I can walk you out of here a free man, but you're gonna have to do better than ratting out a couple of wannabe gangsters.
To get immunity from this sordid affair, you're gonna have to give me a game changer.
You're gonna have to give me Damien Moreau.
You gotta be kiddin' me, lady.
You think I'm kidding? Huh? You think we didn't know you were holding out on us? Playtime is over, Jack.
OK, I'm gonna have to talk to my client.
No, this is not a negotiation.
There is a dead girl upstairs.
He gives me something that saves lives, or I walk.
- Walk, OK, we're done.
- Fine.
Enjoy your time in state prison, Mr.
Vector.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- [Nate.]
You don't have to give up Moreau.
- We can beat this.
- Yeah, and spend the next three years of my life on CNN as the next OJ? Forget about it.
You want Moreau, you got him.
I know where he keeps his money.
I helped him park some of it in my fund.
- I need specifics.
- I know everything.
Routing numbers, country codes, account numbers.
- [Nate mouths word.]
- Where? Nowhere.
It's not written down, it's not on a drive, it's not in a cloud.
It's encrypted.
And only I know how to break the code.
Moreau helped fund that, uh, nightclub bombing in Cyprus last month.
Now, let me ask you, counselor, is that worth the life of an ice bunny who got in over her head? - See, I told you? - Well It's a little early for cops in a bar, isn't it? [Hardison.]
You mean, those are the dirty cops the kid was talking about? How do you know? Their shoes.
Look at their shoes.
What you thinkin'? I can't take these guys out in a room full of people.
I think there's a bunch of dirty cops down here to kill Vector.
Something isn't quite right.
I think there's a bunch of dirty cops down here to kill Vector.
Something isn't quite right.
Look, the cab dropped off Vector in front of this building.
- He's probably in one of the lofts upstairs.
- Why do you think that? Uh, he was with this bimbo.
She probably lives here.
How do you know she was a bimbo? Why wasn't she his sister? Uh Anyway, good point.
Searching the building, we should do that.
Start with the first floor, make our way up from there? - OK.
- OK.
Oh, elevator's this way.
Step down.
The elevator, I'm on it.
Hey, Vector, can I have a word? Now, does Moreau know you have all this information? - No idea.
- I bet he does now.
[bullets ricocheting.]
What the hell is this? What's going on? Oh! You've been found out by Moreau.
Any idea how? Watch it.
- [beeping.]
- [computer.]
Clone complete.
Guys, I see his phone.
[gunfire.]
OK, Nate, help is on the way.
Got dirty cops in the bar and a fed in the elevator.
Get us out of here! We're boxed in.
I'm working on it.
Eliot, you gotta go now.
- What's up? - [grunts.]
[man.]
Come on! Stay here, cover the front door! Hardison, dark.
Yeah, find the fuse box, something weird's going on.
OK, OK, fan out.
I know he's in here somewhere.
[grunting.]
[man.]
Kemp? - [grunts.]
- Kemp? Oh! OK, Parker, it's time for you to ditch McSweetheart and get to Nate and Sophie.
And hurry.
[elevator slowing down.]
I can't believe we're gonna be stuck.
I'll go get help, give me a boost.
Oh, no, I don't think you should Give me a boost.
I'll pull you up.
You're really sweet, you know that? Wow, thanks.
Hey, you know, uh, maybe after this we should? Agent Agent Hagen? [grunting.]
- Nate, downstairs is clear.
- [gunfire over comm.]
Talk to me! What the hell's goin' on up there?! I'm still dealing with a sniper.
- [beeping.]
- I got him.
Hey, hey, where you goin'! Nate, which building? [Nate.]
Right across from the window from me.
[Hardison.]
Eliot's always gotta do things the hard way.
[fire alarm blares.]
[fire truck siren wailing.]
Half an hour to the grand jury! Forget it! I'm not givin' up anything! Hardison, shut the alarm off.
[Hardison.]
Oh, now you want my help.
Nate, shooter's gone.
Place is clean.
No shells.
This guy definitely works for Moreau.
That's how he does things.
- Vector, I can still get you off the hook.
- I'm not giving up Moreau! - What? - He's gonna kill me! I'll take my chances in jail! - Vector, what's going on? - We gotta get the hell out of here.
Just get me to the courthouse, now! We lost him.
- [Parker panting.]
- Where were you? Shaking an FBI tail by crawling through an elevator shaft.
What, like this is my fault? How do we stop him? No, no, no.
There's no point.
I mean, we had him on the hook, he trusted us, and now that's blown, he's never gonna give us anything.
Besides, once he gets immunity from the courthouse, that's it, he's never gonna give us the codes to Moreau's accounts.
We already have his codes.
Guys, how fast can you get to the courthouse? How fast? [chuckles.]
We the police.
- Yeah.
I'm drivin'.
- What? No.
- You understand the plan? - Yeah.
I'll take care of it on my way.
Now, make sure the real FBI picks up those dirty cops downstairs.
Boston PD, they like to take care of their own.
- Where are you going? - To see The Italian.
- I thought you were in Japan.
- Well, what happened to you? I mean, you look like Japan? Mark, you gotta stop drinkin'.
Look, we don't have much time.
There's a grand jury, I can't go in there with you.
But I'll be out here if you need to speak to me.
Answer their questions and you're home free.
- Come on.
Now, go.
- Danny, I talked to you.
The people call Mark Vector to the stand.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear or affirm that you'll tell the truth, - the whole truth and nothing but the truth? - I do.
Please be seated.
State your name and occupation.
[clears throat.]
Mark Vector, President and CEO, Slapshot Investments, LLC.
- [mouths words.]
- [lawyer.]
Mr.
Vector? - Mr.
Vector? - [Vector.]
W what? I just asked you to tell the grand jury what Slapshot Investments is.
[gasps.]
Oh, my gosh, you're Mark Vector.
I know a great bar, it's right by my place.
I said good morning.
No, no, no, no.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
[panting.]
What the hell is going on here? Huh? - [lawyer.]
Mr.
Vector, sit down.
- No, no, no, counselor, this is a setup.
- Take your seat, or I will have you removed! - No, no, no! They made me think I killed her.
And this guy this guy, he He's not in the FBI! He's here to kill me.
Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you, you son of a bitch? Huh? You think I'm some kind of stupid goon that you can push around? Huh? Who do you work for? Huh? Who? [yelling.]
- Moreau would like to speak with you.
- Son of a bitch.
[Vector yells.]
[crowd screaming.]
- [Taser buzzing.]
- Ah! Get him out of here.
Mark, what'd you do? [neck cracks.]
I thought you didn't like guns.
- [gun clicks.]
- It's an air gun.
Seriously? Hey, whatever happened to that prisoner we were transporting? Uh, well, you guys said we couldn't just turn him in to the local cops.
Right? - 'Cause he'd be a dead guy? - Yeah.
[McSweeten.]
I don't know, sir.
He just freaked out on the stand.
I Yes, sir, I'll I'll report right away.
[banging in trunk.]
[muffled shouting.]
"This is a wanted fugitive.
Please take him into federal custody.
I don't want you to go back to Kansas.
Sincerely, Special Agent Hagen.
" - [sighs.]
I love this job.
- [muffled shouting.]
You know, I'm really starting to like Tasin' people.
Is that a problem? Mr.
Ford, I'm glad you made it.
Oh, please, come on, you're not even trying.
What are you talking about? You knew Vector had Moreau's secret bank accounts, you knew they were encrypted.
You even knew that the key was somewhere here in Vector's office.
But a bunch of dirty cops were camped out waiting to kill him.
So you came up with a plan.
Have us get the codes from Vector, and then send the cops to kill us all.
Well, to be fair, I didn't count on the sniper.
He was an outside contractor.
It's a shame you didn't get his account numbers.
Oh, but I did.
Yeah.
They're right behind you.
You see, Vector has a problem.
When he gets angry, he sees red.
And that turned out to be the key to the code.
Now, when photographs are digitized to a computer, every shade of color is assigned a number.
If you take two otherwise identical photos with two different color schemes, compute the difference, you got a code.
- [phone rings.]
- Excuse me.
Oh, look at that.
You look like Barney the Dinosaur.
Yeah, the color's a little bit off.
- Guys, I see his phone.
- [gunfire.]
- [camera clicks.]
- And there it is.
[beeping.]
And now they're mine.
I'm gonna make one withdrawal to get a hockey fan his life savings back, and then I am gonna use these accounts to take down Damien Moreau.
On my terms.
Without you.
Our deal is over.
Now, you come after my team, I will come after you.
And I assure you, I am more than the man you thought I was.
[speed dials.]
It worked.
He's going after Moreau without us.
Our hands are clean.
Make it two.
That isn't to toast our victory, is it? Making another enemy is hardly something to celebrate.
- No, Moreau tried to kill us.
- No.
He tried to kill Vector, and we got in the way.
If anyone deserves our wrath, it's The Italian.
Ah, this is much bigger than The Italian.
Nate, let's get one thing straight.
As of this moment, we go after Moreau, - it's a choice, not a necessity.
- You're right.
But we've never been in this situation before.
I mean, we have a chance to take out Damien Moreau before he causes more damage.
We didn't choose this fight, but we're in it, and we should We should see it through.
To victory then.
Yes.
I don't know how else to say this, Mr.
Vector, but I'm wiped out.
[grumbles.]
Market's been in a slump lately.
Used to happen to me during my playing days.
You just gotta ride it out.
But it's it's not the market, it's the trades.
I never authorized these.
Not one of them.
Unauthorized trades.
You know, I, uh, I got a call from the SEC about that the other day.
- That come from you? - [sighs.]
You know, you were my favorite player.
God's honest.
And when I read that story in Forbes how you taught yourself stock trading and then you made a fortune, I knew I had to invest in your fund.
This money was my retirement money.
It's gone.
Let me tell you something, Mr.
Weibe.
You remember me from my playing days, you know one thing: Nobody nobody sucker punches me.
[grunting.]
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.
I got a broken orbital bone, from my hero.
- What did the, uh, police say? - No witness, no crime.
Oh, they said he's rich, so sue him.
- Of course, you need money for that.
- And what about the SEC? [scoffs.]
Well, the SEC dismissed my complaint.
It turns out that Mark Vector, he cut some kind of deal with the government.
I mean, what's going on? Well, in exchange for his testimony, he gets immunity for his past crimes.
So this guy spent my life savings on worthless stock and then he nearly killed me.
And he's just gonna do it all over again? Yeah, well, he's not gonna do it again.
All right? Now, he can run from the law, he's not gonna run from me.
I'm gonna make sure that this never happens again to anyone.
Well, thank you, Mr.
Ford.
Thank you.
All right.
I think it's cute, your little crusade.
How you need to right a wrong before you get a job done.
- Yeah.
My job is - Your job is to bring me Moreau.
- I gave you six months, and you are running out of time.
- I'm being thorough.
And besides, I found him.
- Vector's connected to Moreau, isn't he? - We think so.
Listen, the reason I asked you to come down here today was to tell me anything I might need to know about Vector's deal with the Feds.
Vector's slate is wiped clean after he testifies.
Yours is wiped clean after you bring me Moreau.
Does that clarify things? And if I need help? Then you're not the man I thought you were.
Ciao.
[Nate.]
OK, let's run it.
[groans.]
- What? - We know you just came back - from seeing your little Italian friend.
- That we don't get to see.
Well, maybe she's his little imaginary Italian friend, hm? Like Pinocchio? How old are you? The thing is, why do you insist on keeping us all in the dark about her? We're taking down Damien Moreau.
This is a guy who moves money for arms dealers, drug kingpins, terrorists.
Pretty worthy goal, yes? We would all agree.
Now, the fact that we don't have a choice in the matter, I can barely stomach.
So if we could just focus on our client and the guy that took his life savings, it'd be a good start.
Now, run it.
Meet Mark Vector.
His pro highlights: six assists, two goals, in the penalty box.
Yeah, I've got some tape on this guy.
He can fight.
You watch hockey fights alone at night in your room? Yeah.
You never know if you're gonna have to fight a guy on ice.
[clears throat.]
Just sayin'.
Now, after his pro days, he turned his attention to the market where he made a fortune picking stocks.
That's the myth.
What's what's the truth? Truth is he's a huckster.
He built an investment firm praying on his former hockey fans, like our client, then he started laundering money for underworld figures he met during his career.
Lucky for him, a Boston grand jury's about to indict some of his mob clients for money laundering, which makes Vector a very important witness.
- So, what does Vector have on Moreau? - I don't know.
So our job is to find that out before he testifies and gets immunity, - which is happening tomorrow.
- And let's not forget, - we also have to get our client his money back.
- Well, look, I got Vector coming in at 5:00 on Vista Atlantic flight 411.
He's gonna be met by an FBI handler.
Part one of the plan, meet him first.
[PA.]
Attention all passengers for flight 1060 to Detroit, please note that flight has been delayed one hour.
I still don't know why Sophie's not doing this part of the con.
Well, the con requires a carrot and a stick, and I need her to be the stick.
Well, remember that time I was the carrot and I stabbed somebody? I do, yeah.
No, you can handle it.
Especially the second part.
Well, yeah, the second part I can do in my sleep.
Literally.
[chuckles.]
All right, look who the FBI assigned to pick up Vector.
[phone beeps.]
Agent McSweeten? He knows me.
Well, he knows you as a fellow FBI agent.
What are we gonna do? OK, I got the number of his field officer.
We're gonna clear him right now.
[speed dialing.]
Uh, yeah, hey.
Uh, this is Mark Vector.
Uh, listen my flight just got in and, uh, someone was supposed to meet me here.
And, uh [chuckles.]
Uh, flight 411, gate 31.
Got in half-hour ago.
Listen, if no one's here in five minutes, I'm outta here.
- Yeah.
I got - [hangs up.]
There you are.
I got Hardison to change the arrival gate.
- [PA.]
final boarding call for flight 317 to Nashville.
- [cell phone rings.]
- Yes, sir? - [man.]
McSweeten, where the hell are you? - Get get over there now! - Um, well, well, it's not for another ten minutes He got in a half-hour ago! Gate - Um, OK - And there he goes.
- Hurry up! Go, go, go! - Excuse me, sorry.
So if Vector has an immunity agreement with the government, why on earth would he speak to us? Well, he'd have to think that he's in such big trouble for something that, uh, his immunity agreement was worthless and he'd have to make a new deal.
And have to give up Moreau to get it.
Wow.
That's an awful lot of trouble we've got to come up with.
Well, what are his weaknesses? Besides busting up the power play.
He's got two big ones.
He's got a violent temper and he likes to party.
We're talking bar fights, DUIs, you name it.
All right, so when his partying gets him into hot water, who does he call? - Ghostbusters! - Wow.
Again? - Parker.
- He calls Daniel Firestone.
Boston's finest fixer lawyer.
Part two of the plan, Sophie, steal his lawyer.
I was wondering if I could have a word with you.
I'm Tina Myers.
I'm an investment banker.
Uh, Daniel Firestone.
I'm sorry, I'm late for court.
You can make an appointment with my secretary.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
This can't wait.
You see, I'm in big trouble.
I'm being investigated - by the FBI for a deal I did for Taito Bank.
- In Japan? Yes.
Your flight leaves in two hours.
Uh, Miss Myers, I can't just leave for Japan.
- I'm sorry, I can't help you.
- But I can't go to jail! You Listen, there's a $100,000 retainer.
Please, please, please, I'm desperate.
You're scared, I can see that.
What I'm going to do - is refer you to my colleague, Adam Greaves.
- Are you sure he can help me? Adam's the man I would call.
Do what he says, he'll keep you out of jail.
Good luck.
[Firestone.]
Do what he says, he'll keep you out of jail.
Now, that'll give me what I need, but how do we get Vector so panicked - that he's forced to call Firestone? - He likes to party.
Let's throw him a party.
[PA.]
Attention all passengers, please have valid ID Watch it.
There he is.
You're up.
You good? - Mm-hmm.
- Repeat after me: don't stab.
- [laughs.]
Don't stab.
Don't stab.
- Don't stab.
Don't stab.
[overlapping.]
Don't stab.
Don't stab, don't stab.
Excuse me, I think you grabbed my bag off the carousel.
- Uh, yeah, no, I don't think so.
- Oh, God, I can't believe it.
- They lost my luggage.
- That's no problem.
Where you headed? Uh, North Side.
I just got off the worst flight from Detroit.
Hey, you look familiar.
Do I know you? I'm pretty sure I'd remember you.
I used to play a little hockey.
[gasps.]
Oh my gosh, you're Mark Vector! Oh, I went to a game once where you hit a guy so hard you cracked his helmet in half.
Ah, yes, Marty Levesque.
What can I say? A guy takes a cheap shot at me, I see red.
You, uh, you want to grab a drink? Yeah.
After that flight, I think I need one.
I know a great bar.
It's right by my place.
Oh, yeah? How convenient.
[PA.]
We have had a change of aircraft and will need to reissue boarding passes.
Good work.
Now comes the tricky part.
[slurring.]
Let me tell you something, Liz.
- Alice.
- Alice.
Alice in Wonderland.
[laughs.]
Don't let anybody ever tell you who you are.
Huh? What'd they used to call me? Goon.
The Enforcer.
The Grim Reaper.
Ooh! What do I call myself? - A competitor.
You know why? - Oh! Why? Because I know that when I walked off of the ice and onto the trading floor I was gonna win.
Huh? - Ah.
- [phone beeps.]
- Excuse me.
- Sure.
- [Mark.]
Oh.
- [Parker.]
Oh, look at that.
You look like Barney the Dinosaur.
Yeah, the color's a little bit off.
Why don't you, uh, finish your drink, sweetheart? You need to catch up.
- Ooh, yeah.
- [Sophie.]
Parker, you're trying to seduce the guy.
Remember, your persona is sexy tomboy.
Just just do it like we practiced.
- Hey.
[laughs.]
- Hey.
[Sophie.]
Just, I don't know, punch the guy in the arm.
Ah! Yeah! [chuckles.]
Yeah! [laughs.]
Is that all you got? Come on, bring it on, sister.
- Yeah! - Whoa.
You like the rough stuff, huh? - Everything set up there? - Yep.
Let's clear out.
Parker, mi casa es su casa.
- [both laugh.]
- Nice.
All right.
[sighs, clears throat.]
You know how I said my apartment was near the bar? - Yeah.
- It's actually upstairs from the bar.
Whoo! - Let me get this for ya.
- OK.
- Whoa! - Whoa.
[laughs.]
[sighs.]
[groans.]
What? [laughs.]
Morning.
I said good morning.
[chuckles.]
Whoa, what the? No.
No.
No, no, no, no.
No.
No! Oh, that's, uh [both grunt.]
[dialing.]
Be there, be there.
- [Firestone.]
Daniel Firestone.
- Danny, it's Mark.
Uh, listen, uh, I got a little problem here, pal.
Uh, I met this girl last night [Firestone.]
In Japan.
Sorry, I can't help you.
Japan? What the? [Vector.]
No, no, no, listen, this is bad, I need you.
I need you, Dan, all right? The girl is dead! [Firestone.]
You're scared, I can see that.
I'm going to refer you to my colleague, Adam Greaves.
You sure about this guy? [Firestone.]
Adam's the man I would call.
Do what he says, he'll keep you out of jail.
All right, I'll text you the address.
But he'd better hurry.
- [hangs up.]
- [panting.]
All right, Nate, The Guy in the Bed with the Dead Hooker con is up and running.
Hey, man, it's called The Vegas Wake-Up Call.
No, it's not.
All right, The Vegas Wake-Up Call, the boyfriend shows up.
- No, he doesn't.
- [Nate.]
Guys, guys, guys, guys! Uh, let's go over this one more time.
Now, getting Vector to think he's in trouble is just the beginning.
I need to get him to trust me as his lawyer, which means I need to get him to confess.
Then I go in as the prosecutor and offer him a new immunity deal in exchange for what he knows about Moreau.
Now, in order for Sophie to be able to do that, she is gonna need the original immunity agreement with Vector's signature on it.
She's gonna need to hold it in her hands, be able to quote from it, rub his nose in it.
That's your job, to retrieve that.
So it's the lawyer, the prosecutor, the deal and the dead girl in the bed.
It's The Cuban Sandwich.
- [police radio chatter.]
- Nate, we're on our way to the courthouse.
Check it out.
Cop aliases I created are so foolproof I was able to get an official squad car from the Boston PD.
- Eight-zero-one-seven, baby.
- Maybe next time you can get us a fire truck.
- Really? You're just rude like that, huh? Really? - Get in the car.
Well, he's in a panic waiting for his lawyer.
- Shouldn't you be getting up there? - Ah, a little time will soften him up.
I learned that from you.
- [laughs.]
- Hm? This reminds me of old times.
You know, you on one side, me on the other.
I actually prefer us on the same side.
- Are you worried? - About you? Never.
All right, then.
Go get him.
[Eliot.]
The agreement's in there with the grand jury.
There's probably 50-some-odd people in there, man.
How do you suggest we get it out? - What don't you get about foolproof? - Hey, how you doin'? Hey-hey-hey.
Excuse me, would you mind going in there and telling Prosecutor LaPointe that, uh, Officer Farber's out here to speak to her about Mark Vector? Sure thing.
- Foolproof.
- Officer who? Who? [woman.]
Is Vector here? No, no.
We couldn't bring him.
- They said we needed to get a subpoena first.
- Subpoena.
- Who told you that? That is not true.
- It was, uh, Perry, our desk sergeant that said, uh, thing about the special case, we needed some more files or something.
You know what he said.
He said, uh, Ten-B-six or Ten-B-seven.
- No, it's the allergies.
- Allergies is what I meant.
Just take the whole file! Make whatever copies you need - and get Vector down here now.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Foolproof.
- Hey, you two, wait.
- See? - I've got a witness who just got off the stand who needs to go back to county lockup.
Like a grand jury witness that's a prisoner that you want us to take back to jail? It's right by your precinct.
I'll send him out.
I got stuff to do today.
It's my mama birthday.
I Good job, man.
Nice.
Damn it, Hardison! - Hey, man, shut up, man.
- What are we gonna do with another guy with us, man? Shut up, we're the police.
- [knocking on door.]
- Yeah? - [Nate.]
It's Adam Greaves.
- Mr.
Greaves, thank God you're here.
Listen, this is not my fault.
All right? I got no idea what happened.
- Where's the girl? - She's upstairs.
- It's bad, isn't it? - Well, it's your DNA that's underneath her fingernails.
Yes, it does look pretty bad.
Yeah, and I counted three surveillance cameras, which I am sure have footage of you accompanying this woman into this apartment.
But I I didn't do anything.
And your witness to that is where? Under the bed? Come on, you got enough evidence here to, uh, convict you of first degree manslaughter.
Now, who is she? Let's start there.
I don't know.
I met her in the airport.
Yeah, well, you're gonna tell me everything you and Alice White did last night.
Now, go clean yourself up.
- Come on! - Yeah.
OK.
Foolproof cop aliases? Somebody said they were getting me some water.
Look, man, who got us the car? Who got us the Vector file? Who? - Where is my water? - You do this every time, man! You take it too far.
You're always complaining, man.
It's a little detour.
- Can somebody turn on the A/C? - [both.]
Shut up! Whoops.
We have company.
- [car horn honks.]
- [Sophie.]
An old friend.
Yeah, he must have tracked the cabbies and traffic cameras.
What are we gonna do, Nate? We're not ready to close Vector yet.
Well, we can use McSweeten to our advantage.
Uh We gotta have someone on his hip.
Someone, someone Someone he trusts.
[whispers.]
You've gotta be kidding me.
[whispering.]
Look, your part is over.
All we gotta do is keep him out of the bedroom.
Well, how am I supposed to get downstairs? What? Like you don't have one of these in your closet? Guys, where are you? I need to get my hands on that immunity agreement, now.
- [Hardison.]
Ha! We are on our way.
- [man.]
Guys, I don't feel good.
- Hey, you better not throw up in this car.
- No, I can't help it.
- I'm serious.
- I'm starting to spit a lot.
[radio.]
Attention all units, we have a code 16 with a weapon at 420 Victory Boulevard.
- Hey, that's right up there.
- Hm? - We're taking this.
- No, we're not.
- We're taking this.
- No, we're not.
Dispatch, this is - No, it ain't.
- Yes, it is.
We're taking this, man.
- No, we're not.
- We're taking it right now.
Pull over.
Whatever happened to the detour and you was just complaining and yelling and all that? There's somebody up there with a weapon, all right?! There could be kids in the house, Hardison, all right?! Or it could be a gang shootout.
I don't know Just pull over right now.
Don't throw up in the backseat, man! Did you just throw up? Pull over, Hardison.
Take a left.
Man, pull over! I said pull over! [Hardison.]
Hey! Hey! Hey! Why you so strong, man? [siren wails.]
[man.]
Woman! Get your ass back in the house! - What the hell are we doing here, anyway? - this is a call.
- We gotta take it.
Hey, hey! Sir! - What?! What's the problem, man? We got a call about a man with a weapon.
I'm not the one with the weapon! She's the one with the weapon! - Show 'em those text messages you got from that skank! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- She's your sister! - Hey, hey! Settle down, ma'am.
- She's next! Don't you worry! - Settle down, all right? Let me have the bat.
- Look at these pictures! - I'm not looking at anything until you give me the bat! - She's crazy! - Quiet! Quiet! - Her whole family's crazy! - Give me the bat.
- You'd know! - Dang it.
Are there any kids in here? - No, he can't have any kids.
He smokes too much weed.
- I didn't ask you that! I asked you a simple yes or no question.
Are there any kids in the house? - No! - All right! Now, sit down and be quiet! Sit your ass down on the bumper! Don't talk at my woman like that.
- [grunting.]
- [shouting.]
- [Eliot.]
Settle down! - Be careful! - Morning.
- Uh, morning.
- Special Agent McSweeten, FBI.
- Uh-huh.
Um, I was wondering, have you seen this man? Uh, no.
He doesn't look familiar to me.
He doesn't have that anymore.
- I'm sorry, no.
No, I don't.
- Maybe a little fatter.
- Special Agent Hagen.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Good to see you.
- Yeah.
- Hey, oh, hey.
- Good to see you.
- Hey.
Wow.
I haven't seen you since, uh, we took down Daniel Fowler at that private school.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Well, I've been undercover.
Deep, deep cover.
- Oh, cool.
- Mm-hm.
- What? - Oh, uh, nothing.
It's just that your lips are - Well, they're kind of blue.
- Oh.
Oh, yeah, well, it's part of my alias.
You know, with the Russians.
- It's probably 'cause it's been really cold there.
- Right.
- Matter of fact, we should probably go talk outside.
- Oh, OK.
[cell phone rings.]
Oh, that's Yuri, my informant.
I gotta get this.
But, uh, I'll meet you outside in just a second.
All right.
Da.
Hey, Vector, you recognize him? I saw him pull up when I got here.
That's my FBI handler.
I've been ducking his calls all morning.
What the hell are we gonna do? All right, you gotta stay outta sight, all right? Until he leaves, we're stuck here.
- Taking that as a souvenir? - Hey, I didn't get to arrest nobody, might as well.
Now, look, man, we get the Vector file back to Sophie, we're back on track, huh? - What? - You think we're missing something? - No, we got the file, I got my bat, I'm good.
- The prisoner, man! He's gone! - He couldn't have gotten far, let's go.
- You gotta be kiddin' me.
You're on, Nate.
Let's see you get a man to confess to a crime he didn't commit.
- What happened here last night? - I told you, I blacked out.
Listen, you're protected with attorney/client privilege, OK? So it stays right here.
But you gotta open up, you gotta tell me what happened.
I mean, come on, it's [scoffs.]
This is bad.
We were, uh We were just playing around, you know? She was, uh - She was what? - She was punching me in the arm.
It was, uh, it was her way of flirting.
Any chance she, uh, might have, uh, missed your arm and clocked you in the face.
It's possible.
OK.
- I want you to close your eyes now.
- What? Yeah, just close your eyes.
Just close your eyes.
That's it.
Now, see the scene.
You're with this girl, right? You like her and everything, the two of you are playing around.
She punches you, you punch her back.
She punches you, you punch her back, you're playing around and everything.
She punches, she misses.
She scratches your face, you put your arms around her throat, you start choking her.
And you're killing her, you're choking her, you're so furious! You're I got a temper, OK! Somebody punches me, I see red! - It's not my fault! - Sure.
- It's not my fault.
- OK.
See, see, see? Now that you're honest with me, I can help you.
All right? - Who you calling? - I'm calling a friend in the US Attorney's office.
- Gonna get you a new deal.
- Yeah? Hell, yeah.
Hey, that's him, isn't it? No, that's another guy dressed in khaki, wearing handcuffs, with one shoe on.
With the attitude, man.
It wasn't my idea Shut up, let's go, let's go.
[Hardison.]
Hey.
Don't run.
OK, OK.
[grunts.]
You all right? Where you think you're goin', boy? You guys you guys can't take me back to jail.
What, you're carsick.
You got jailsick, too? No.
No, no, no.
'Cause of what I told the grand jury about the dirty cops.
Nice try.
Grand jury's investigating money laundering.
Yeah, yeah.
Money laundering by dirty cops.
They sandbagged me.
You guys take me back to jail now, they're gonna find me hangin' in my cell.
[sobbing, throws up.]
- Oh.
- Oh, come on, man.
So your assignment must be really secret.
I've been trying to find you for months.
Listen, I know about Vector.
If we're going to find him, we have to go over everything we know.
So I guess the whole Bureau knows I lost him at the airport, huh? Yeah.
Why didn't you say something? Ever since the Moscone and Fowler case, they've been moving me and Taggert up the ladder, you know? Where is Taggert, anyway? Oh, he's teaching krav maga at Quantico this week.
That's why I'm solo.
I figured I could find Vector on my own.
You know, no harm, no foul.
Now, the cat's out of the bag.
I guess it's back to Kansas for me.
- You don't even drive 25 in a 25 mile an hour zone.
- Say what? - Say one more thing.
Say one more thing.
- Where were you guys? - Playing ball? - No place you would ever want to go.
Is that the immunity agreement? Hey.
Something about this doesn't make sense.
Oh.
You wanna know what doesn't make sense? Trying to pull off The Cuban Sandwich without a dead hooker.
Did she say Cuban Sand? Hey! The Vegas Wake-up Call! - It's Vegas, man.
- Shut up.
- [knocking on door.]
- Ah.
OK.
[Nate.]
Hello.
OK.
Uh, Mark Vector, uh, Karen Regan, Justice Department.
Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we? So the dead girl is, uh, she's upstairs.
- But there's these mitigating factors and - The less I see, the better.
- Shall we? - OK, yes.
How do I know she can get me out of this? That she can get me a new deal? On July 17th, you agreed to assist the US government in a money-laundering probe.
You identified clients engaged in these crimes, including Patrick Calderone and J.
J.
Hughes.
- Is this your signature? - Yeah, it's my signature.
Now, I can walk you out of here a free man, but you're gonna have to do better than ratting out a couple of wannabe gangsters.
To get immunity from this sordid affair, you're gonna have to give me a game changer.
You're gonna have to give me Damien Moreau.
You gotta be kiddin' me, lady.
You think I'm kidding? Huh? You think we didn't know you were holding out on us? Playtime is over, Jack.
OK, I'm gonna have to talk to my client.
No, this is not a negotiation.
There is a dead girl upstairs.
He gives me something that saves lives, or I walk.
- Walk, OK, we're done.
- Fine.
Enjoy your time in state prison, Mr.
Vector.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- [Nate.]
You don't have to give up Moreau.
- We can beat this.
- Yeah, and spend the next three years of my life on CNN as the next OJ? Forget about it.
You want Moreau, you got him.
I know where he keeps his money.
I helped him park some of it in my fund.
- I need specifics.
- I know everything.
Routing numbers, country codes, account numbers.
- [Nate mouths word.]
- Where? Nowhere.
It's not written down, it's not on a drive, it's not in a cloud.
It's encrypted.
And only I know how to break the code.
Moreau helped fund that, uh, nightclub bombing in Cyprus last month.
Now, let me ask you, counselor, is that worth the life of an ice bunny who got in over her head? - See, I told you? - Well It's a little early for cops in a bar, isn't it? [Hardison.]
You mean, those are the dirty cops the kid was talking about? How do you know? Their shoes.
Look at their shoes.
What you thinkin'? I can't take these guys out in a room full of people.
I think there's a bunch of dirty cops down here to kill Vector.
Something isn't quite right.
I think there's a bunch of dirty cops down here to kill Vector.
Something isn't quite right.
Look, the cab dropped off Vector in front of this building.
- He's probably in one of the lofts upstairs.
- Why do you think that? Uh, he was with this bimbo.
She probably lives here.
How do you know she was a bimbo? Why wasn't she his sister? Uh Anyway, good point.
Searching the building, we should do that.
Start with the first floor, make our way up from there? - OK.
- OK.
Oh, elevator's this way.
Step down.
The elevator, I'm on it.
Hey, Vector, can I have a word? Now, does Moreau know you have all this information? - No idea.
- I bet he does now.
[bullets ricocheting.]
What the hell is this? What's going on? Oh! You've been found out by Moreau.
Any idea how? Watch it.
- [beeping.]
- [computer.]
Clone complete.
Guys, I see his phone.
[gunfire.]
OK, Nate, help is on the way.
Got dirty cops in the bar and a fed in the elevator.
Get us out of here! We're boxed in.
I'm working on it.
Eliot, you gotta go now.
- What's up? - [grunts.]
[man.]
Come on! Stay here, cover the front door! Hardison, dark.
Yeah, find the fuse box, something weird's going on.
OK, OK, fan out.
I know he's in here somewhere.
[grunting.]
[man.]
Kemp? - [grunts.]
- Kemp? Oh! OK, Parker, it's time for you to ditch McSweetheart and get to Nate and Sophie.
And hurry.
[elevator slowing down.]
I can't believe we're gonna be stuck.
I'll go get help, give me a boost.
Oh, no, I don't think you should Give me a boost.
I'll pull you up.
You're really sweet, you know that? Wow, thanks.
Hey, you know, uh, maybe after this we should? Agent Agent Hagen? [grunting.]
- Nate, downstairs is clear.
- [gunfire over comm.]
Talk to me! What the hell's goin' on up there?! I'm still dealing with a sniper.
- [beeping.]
- I got him.
Hey, hey, where you goin'! Nate, which building? [Nate.]
Right across from the window from me.
[Hardison.]
Eliot's always gotta do things the hard way.
[fire alarm blares.]
[fire truck siren wailing.]
Half an hour to the grand jury! Forget it! I'm not givin' up anything! Hardison, shut the alarm off.
[Hardison.]
Oh, now you want my help.
Nate, shooter's gone.
Place is clean.
No shells.
This guy definitely works for Moreau.
That's how he does things.
- Vector, I can still get you off the hook.
- I'm not giving up Moreau! - What? - He's gonna kill me! I'll take my chances in jail! - Vector, what's going on? - We gotta get the hell out of here.
Just get me to the courthouse, now! We lost him.
- [Parker panting.]
- Where were you? Shaking an FBI tail by crawling through an elevator shaft.
What, like this is my fault? How do we stop him? No, no, no.
There's no point.
I mean, we had him on the hook, he trusted us, and now that's blown, he's never gonna give us anything.
Besides, once he gets immunity from the courthouse, that's it, he's never gonna give us the codes to Moreau's accounts.
We already have his codes.
Guys, how fast can you get to the courthouse? How fast? [chuckles.]
We the police.
- Yeah.
I'm drivin'.
- What? No.
- You understand the plan? - Yeah.
I'll take care of it on my way.
Now, make sure the real FBI picks up those dirty cops downstairs.
Boston PD, they like to take care of their own.
- Where are you going? - To see The Italian.
- I thought you were in Japan.
- Well, what happened to you? I mean, you look like Japan? Mark, you gotta stop drinkin'.
Look, we don't have much time.
There's a grand jury, I can't go in there with you.
But I'll be out here if you need to speak to me.
Answer their questions and you're home free.
- Come on.
Now, go.
- Danny, I talked to you.
The people call Mark Vector to the stand.
Raise your right hand.
Do you swear or affirm that you'll tell the truth, - the whole truth and nothing but the truth? - I do.
Please be seated.
State your name and occupation.
[clears throat.]
Mark Vector, President and CEO, Slapshot Investments, LLC.
- [mouths words.]
- [lawyer.]
Mr.
Vector? - Mr.
Vector? - [Vector.]
W what? I just asked you to tell the grand jury what Slapshot Investments is.
[gasps.]
Oh, my gosh, you're Mark Vector.
I know a great bar, it's right by my place.
I said good morning.
No, no, no, no.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
[panting.]
What the hell is going on here? Huh? - [lawyer.]
Mr.
Vector, sit down.
- No, no, no, counselor, this is a setup.
- Take your seat, or I will have you removed! - No, no, no! They made me think I killed her.
And this guy this guy, he He's not in the FBI! He's here to kill me.
Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you, you son of a bitch? Huh? You think I'm some kind of stupid goon that you can push around? Huh? Who do you work for? Huh? Who? [yelling.]
- Moreau would like to speak with you.
- Son of a bitch.
[Vector yells.]
[crowd screaming.]
- [Taser buzzing.]
- Ah! Get him out of here.
Mark, what'd you do? [neck cracks.]
I thought you didn't like guns.
- [gun clicks.]
- It's an air gun.
Seriously? Hey, whatever happened to that prisoner we were transporting? Uh, well, you guys said we couldn't just turn him in to the local cops.
Right? - 'Cause he'd be a dead guy? - Yeah.
[McSweeten.]
I don't know, sir.
He just freaked out on the stand.
I Yes, sir, I'll I'll report right away.
[banging in trunk.]
[muffled shouting.]
"This is a wanted fugitive.
Please take him into federal custody.
I don't want you to go back to Kansas.
Sincerely, Special Agent Hagen.
" - [sighs.]
I love this job.
- [muffled shouting.]
You know, I'm really starting to like Tasin' people.
Is that a problem? Mr.
Ford, I'm glad you made it.
Oh, please, come on, you're not even trying.
What are you talking about? You knew Vector had Moreau's secret bank accounts, you knew they were encrypted.
You even knew that the key was somewhere here in Vector's office.
But a bunch of dirty cops were camped out waiting to kill him.
So you came up with a plan.
Have us get the codes from Vector, and then send the cops to kill us all.
Well, to be fair, I didn't count on the sniper.
He was an outside contractor.
It's a shame you didn't get his account numbers.
Oh, but I did.
Yeah.
They're right behind you.
You see, Vector has a problem.
When he gets angry, he sees red.
And that turned out to be the key to the code.
Now, when photographs are digitized to a computer, every shade of color is assigned a number.
If you take two otherwise identical photos with two different color schemes, compute the difference, you got a code.
- [phone rings.]
- Excuse me.
Oh, look at that.
You look like Barney the Dinosaur.
Yeah, the color's a little bit off.
- Guys, I see his phone.
- [gunfire.]
- [camera clicks.]
- And there it is.
[beeping.]
And now they're mine.
I'm gonna make one withdrawal to get a hockey fan his life savings back, and then I am gonna use these accounts to take down Damien Moreau.
On my terms.
Without you.
Our deal is over.
Now, you come after my team, I will come after you.
And I assure you, I am more than the man you thought I was.
[speed dials.]
It worked.
He's going after Moreau without us.
Our hands are clean.
Make it two.
That isn't to toast our victory, is it? Making another enemy is hardly something to celebrate.
- No, Moreau tried to kill us.
- No.
He tried to kill Vector, and we got in the way.
If anyone deserves our wrath, it's The Italian.
Ah, this is much bigger than The Italian.
Nate, let's get one thing straight.
As of this moment, we go after Moreau, - it's a choice, not a necessity.
- You're right.
But we've never been in this situation before.
I mean, we have a chance to take out Damien Moreau before he causes more damage.
We didn't choose this fight, but we're in it, and we should We should see it through.
To victory then.