All language subtitles for Leverage S02E04 The Fairy Godparents Job

Help me!
Somebody please help!

Hey! Open the door! Please!

- She can't breathe!
- Can't you see the sign, pal?

- Look...
- Hey! Unlock the damn door.

- Asthma.
- Yeah. Her inhaler's not working.

Get out of my way.
Call for an ambulance.

- What do I do?
- Set her on the ground, but keep her upright.

This inhaler's
gonna relax her muscles...

- OK.
- ... while the epinephrine opens the airway.

Oh, yeah. There you go.

Oh, thank God.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

She could've died.
I mean, she would've died.

Wow. She's very lucky
you were there.

No, luck shouldn't have
anything to do with it.

You know, the clinic never should've
closed, and it's all my fault.

Hey,
it's not your fault.

There's no way you
could've seen this coming.

No, I was the one that recommended
Mr. Fowler to our board of directors.

He told me that the fund would
double our clinic's money in a year.

- I believed him.
- It's OK.

We all do stupid
things sometimes.

Um...

How did you meet
Daniel Fowler?

I only volunteer at
the clinic on weekends.

My day job
is at Dalton Academy,

it's that private school
up near Brighton.

And I'm
the on-site nurse there,

and Fowler's stepson
is a student there.

He's a sweet kid,
allergic to strawberries.

That's ironic.

- Why?
- Because he's sweet.

Yeah...

A lot of the parents
had money invested with him,

and I figured... you know,
if they could trust him

then we could, too.

OK, well,
here's the thing.

The government has frozen
Fowler's assets,

- so you'll get the money back eventually.
- The clinic is out of time.

The board has put the property
up for sale next week.

It's not gonna
happen. I promise.

Sorry. Um...

It's really hard to trust
people right now, you know?

- Hmm.
- It's OK. We don't trust you either, so...

- No, she didn't...
- Thank you for your time.

That one's super.

Oh, God.
Where is Sophie?

The rich and powerful,
they take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes bad guys
make the best good guys.

We provide... leverage.

- Thanks for meeting me this morning.
- Mmm.

Sweetheart, listen,
I know you're crazy busy.

It's final exam time
and everything,

but I was thinking
this weekend

we should definitely, definitely
check out the Venetian exhibit...

I don't think so.

I don't think that
this is working out.

Babe...
Listen, I know that...

You know, I travel a lot
with my job...

It's not that.
Listen...

We talk all the time,

but it never feels like you're
actually sharing anything.

As great as you are,
there's always a mask.

I just don't know who you
really are, Catherine.

I got a class.

- It's Sophie.
- Pardon?

Or Alice.

Or Karen, Michelle.

Elizabeth.

Hey.

This looks like an ordinary
cell phone, right?

It's not, man.

It's a metal detector.

See, it uses
pulse induction technology

that sends out a current,
it generates a magnetic field,

and...
Are you even listening?

- Yeah.
- Well, what did I say?

You're explaining
how you're still a virgin?

It's a different
kind of skill.

Talking to clients,
you're supposed to sympathize.

I told you
not to take her.

Well, you were right.
Where's Sophie?

- I don't know.
- Well, we're not waiting.

Let's go. Let's start.

Daniel Fowler, 61,
CEO of FTP Fidelity.

Now this is the largest private
investment firm in the state.

Up until about
three weeks ago

this whole thing was blown
as a big Ponzi scheme,

and I'm not talking crooked
investments. I mean stone cold con.

There was never any fund,
no trades, no real accounts.

- The clinic lost everything.
- Ten years this guy wore all the right suits

and filed all the right papers
with the SEC. Nobody looked twice.

As soon as the FBI
figured it out,

they slapped a
house arrest on him

and they froze all his assets.

I'm talking corporate accounts,
personal accounts,

real estate holdings...
Anything on planet Earth

with this dude's
name on it is on ice.

FBI's very thorough, huh?

- Extremely.
- So what'd they miss?

Oh.

Twenty million dollars.

They moved it off the books
before the warrants came down.

He knew
the end was near,

and he was getting
ready to bolt.

Tell me something,
where was Fowler arrested?

Oh, in his apartment,

packing for his "business trip"
to the Maldives.

You see, he'd need it
light, portable,

close at hand.

That 20 million
is in his apartment.

Yeah, but this guy's
on house arrest, man.

I mean, he's practically
living with the FBI.

The problem is not
getting into the apartment,

but getting them out.

- Where were you?
- Oh. I was running an errand.

Weren't you
with the boyfriend?

So, what are the terms
of his house arrest?

Fowler's confined to
his six million penthouse

overlooking
the Charles River.

That's a rough
punishment, huh?

The whole place is outfitted
with 24/7 surveillance

so the Feds
can keep an eye on him.

Now... we can, too.

I piggybacked
on their wireless feed.

Still, for us to get in
and search the place

we got to
get rid of Fowler.

Now there are three general
exceptions for house arrest.

There's personal safety, death
of a relative and family events.

Personal safety? We could
burn the apartment down.

- Ooh! Ooh!
- Or...

...death of a relative.

Who is that?

- Everywhere, Mom.
- Oh. The kid.

The kid's from her
first marriage. Widmark.

I'm sorry. What?
Widmark?

- Rich people, man.
- Jeez.

Can you punch in
on that, please?

Do you have any respect
for your personal property?

Do you have any respect for me?
I bought you that cell phone.

Dan!
He said he was sorry.

Yeah, he's sorry,
all right.

I'd ground you, but you don't have
any friends to go out with anyway.

I'm gonna talk to him.
I'll be right back.

Wow. OK.

What do we got
on the kid?

Widmark Fowler. Age 10,

no arrests,
no outstanding warrants.

- Hardison. - He's a fifth-grade
student at Dalton Academy.

Academically unexceptional.
No extracurriculars.

He's allergic
to strawberries.

Strawberries.

Judges give out day passes
for family events.

It's one of
the three things, right?

So Fowler is going
to ask for one

so he doesn't miss
his kid's big debut.

OK, I'll bite.
What's he debuting as?

Yeah, I don't know. But we're gonna
go steal his school and find out.

- A Mr. Anando
Buhari is here.

I don't have
any appointments.

- I know. Do you want...?
- Oh! Dr. Jerrod! Dr. Jerrod!

Come!

Mmm!

Oh! It's...
Ah, it's a pleasure.

I am Anando Buhari,
Botswana special envoy.

I work for President Khama.

He was most impressed when he read
your paper you wrote as a student.

How do you say your...
thes... thesis?

The president of Botswana
read my grad school thesis?

Yes! All 600 glorious pages,

from which insight
drips like honey

upon which
bees of wisdom feast.

The president is rebuilding
the educational system

from the ground up.

Would you consider going
to Botswana to meet him?

All expenses paid,
of course.

I...

Yes.

Everyone, settle down!

I assure you everything
is under control!

Mr. Jerrod just took
a leave of absence.

In the middle of
the school year?

The school board has already
sent over an interim headmaster.

Will you be quiet?!
And, after reading his file,

I can assure you
we are in excellent hands.

Dr. Melcher.

Guten tag.

My name is Dr. Melcher,

and I presume that
you are all familiar

with the preeminent literature
on the children's education:

- my book, The Melcher Method.
- Come on!

Ja? In which case
any further introduction

would be redundant.

I'd like to begin by
speaking about the changes

we are going to be making
in the curriculum.

Excuse me!

Mark Sanford.

I'm head of the Concerned
Parents Association.

Well, it must be
very exciting for you.

Yes, I'm sure. Why do
we need any changes at all?

- I mean, this is the best
private school in Boston.

Calm down, calm down.

Well, see,
the Melcher method...

...involves the education
of the whole child,

mind and body.

Ja, when the child fails you,

is it just the brain
that fails? Nein.

No, the body contains
the failing brain,

and both are cast
into a cruel world

of darkness and despair,
and even worse...

...public school.

- Ohh! Right.
- Public school?

A Dante's Inferno
of mediocrity.

Which is why
I bring with me

two of my most valued
associates...

We have mind und body.

Ja, ja.

Miss Donovan will hone
your children's minds.

And Mr. Brewer, he will
craft your children's bodies

into the proper mind vessels

through exercise
and nutrition.

Are there any questions?

One at a time! One at
a time, one at a time.

You will all get to...
Mark!

Open floor plan,
3,200 square feet,

panoramic views of
the park and the Charles.

There's a fitness center,
a rooftop pool,

concierge service. It's the
perfect newlywed apartment.

Oh, it's... The place...
It's fantastical.

What do you think, Binky?

It's a little small.

The...
The apartment, Binky.

What do you think
of the apartment?

We'll take it.
She... She loves air.

Hardison and Parker
are all set.

Now all we gotta do
is give Widmark

a triumph
worthy of a day pass.

A triumph? In what?

I mean, in five years this
kid hasn't joined a club,

- hasn't played a sport...
- I gotta be honest,

I don't know how I'd feel about
using the kid to get a mark.

We're not using him. I mean,
every kid is good at something.

We just gotta draw Widmark out,
give him his moment to shine.

Oh, so we'd be like his
fairy godparents.

Exactly. I mean,
come on, look at this.

Cushy private school, no
gunrunners, mob bosses, Interpol.

This is...
This is a breeze.

We got one week before
the clinic closes for good.

Athletics, academics.

Let's go get Widmark
the win, all right?

All right. Widmark.

Get on the line.
You're up.

Yeah, you're up. Get on the
line. Show 'em what you got, man.

You got this.

Hey! You!
Take your helmet off.

- What's your name?
- Skyler Sanford.

- Skyler?
- Yeah.

Is that a boy's name?
Don't do that again.

Put your hat on.
You're up against Wid...

Get out there, man.
Get out here.

All right.

- What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Don't laugh!
What are you doin'?

There's girls here.

You're better than that.
Turn your hat around.

All right.

Here we go.

En garde. Fence!

Next week is
the state spelling bee,

and we're going to be sending a
representative from right here in Dalton.

Now, I've chosen
the best spellers

from every class
to compete in the tryouts.

The winners will compete in a
school-wide competition next Friday.

Your parents are gonna be there,
it is going to be huge.

Let's get started.

Widmark.

- Food.
- Food.

F- O-O-D. Food.

Pseudosyllogism.

That's not fair!
He got "food. "

Uh-uh-uh! Skyler,
I can assure you

that the order of these
cards is entirely random.

Pseudosyllogism.

Pseudosyllogism. S-

Whatever.

Chylocaulous.

Chylocaulous.

C- H-Y-L-O-C-A-U-L-O-U-S.

Chylocaulous.

That's impressive.

Sunset.

Sunset. S-U...

- Ribonucleic.
- Ribonucleic.

- R-I-B-O-N-U-C-L-E-I-C.
- Wildfire.

- W-I-L-D...
- Flibbertigibbet.

F- L-I-B-B-E-R-T-I
G- I-B-B-E-T.

- Bicycle.
- B-I...

S- I-C-L-E. Bicycle.

Antidisestablishmentarianism.

A- N-T-I-
D- I-S-E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H

M- E-N-T-A-R-I-A-N-I-S-M.

Antidisestablishmentarianism.

Congratulations, Miss Kim.

Class dismissed.

Hey, Widmark. Good job.

I just got lucky with
the words you gave me.

Uh-uh.
Be proud of yourself.

The important thing is
you tried.

I try hard, all the time,

but, no matter
how much I want something,

- it never happens.
- Oh, sweetie.

What...
What do you want?

I don't know.
I just...

I want someone to like me.

Does that get easier
when you're a grownup?

Um... No.
I don't think it does.

- You're nice, but weird.
- All right, go on.

You're late for class.

Stop moving!

Look, it don't
have to be exact.

Woman, it's a motion detector.
Just point it that way!

Oh!

What the hell
do you guys want?

Well, we're having a problem with
the signal from camera two again.

Aaah!

Hey! FBI! Drop the gun!

Special Agent Hagen?

It's me, McSweeten.

Todd, from the Moscone
mob case last year?

Oh! Yeah.

- I lost him.
- You dropped this.

Yeah! I didn't even
realize...

- Yes, I dropped it.
- Agent Thomas.

- Good to see you again.
- Right back at you...

Taggert,
from the Moscone case.

Right.
Right, right.

So, what you all
been up to?

Well, actually, we've had a
pretty good run of it lately.

- Closed some big cases.
- Big.

- Moscone, for one.
- Moscone no mo'- ne.

We also shut down a huge
meth ring in California

during a bank robbery.

What are you guys
doing here?

I mean, we...
We undercover, man.

Yeah. More manpower
on the Fowler case.

Oh, we weren't...

They never said
anything about...

We're your secret backup.

- Well, that's great.
- Hey!

Shh!
Secret.

So... me and you...
you, I, us,

- we should resume
surveillance.

Fellas.

Imagine having her
for a partner?

What?

You want to see
other partners?

- Oh, I didn't say that.
- Yeah, fine.

- That's not what I meant. Let me just...
- Whatever.

Can I get this straight?
OK, all right, you two,

you couldn't rig a gym class
and a spelling bee,

and you two, you run into the
only FBI agents on the planet

- that recognize you?
- I gotta be honest,

- I think we broke the kid even more.
- Mmm.

We are the worst fairy
godparents in the world!

Listen,
we still gotta get Fowler

out of the apartment
so we can get in.

Yeah, except now, when he leaves
there'll be somebody waiting to kill him.

Man, one of his
victims wants payback money.

He wants to be paid...
back.

Well, one of you two can
identify the gunman, right?

Yeah, sure. He stopped and
let me take a picture of him

- as I was chasing him.
- You know what? I've been around kids all day.

I don't need to come home
and do all this crap.

I've been in this pink shirt
and these tight plaid pants,

these old Webster loafers,
this girl walking on my back.

- I don't need this.
- Is this the guy?

- Mm-hmm.
- See?

Wow, I didn't know
you could do that.

I thought everybody
could do that.

OK, all right,
keep an eye on him.

In the meantime, if they
think you're real FBI,

be real FBI. I mean, use it
to case the apartment.

So I'm out of this, and I'm on FBI
detail with Parker and Hardison then.

Actually, no. I need you
to be Coach Brewer.

There's
an armed gunman out there.

You want me in the gym with
kids named Skyler and Indigo?

Where did Coach Brewer go?
I mean...

- Shut up, shut up!
- There is the...

- * The trouble I've seen
- Ooh!

- * Glory hallelujah
- The play's the thing

wherein I'll catch the
conscience of a king.

* Sometimes I'm up
Sometimes I'm down *

- Oh.
- * Oh, Lord

- * Sometimes I'm almost
- Ah.

- * To the ground
- Sophie, how long would it take you

- to stage a musical?
- Six weeks.

You have two days.

* Nobody knows
the trouble I've... *

* There can be no confusion
that fusion powers a star *

Did... Did...

Did you just make that up
on the spot?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Huh.

- You really are quite relentless.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Miss Donovan,
why are we singing

- at a science fair?
- Ah, good point, yes.

Science, knowledge.

What is knowledge
without emotional context?

- Facts.
- Uh-uh. Empty, meaningless.

We're taking
left brain, science,

and combining it with
right brain, creativity,

to engage the audience's
entire brain.

Now, just... just
present your projects

and we'll just set it
to a little melody.

Who's next?

* I can make
a battery out of a potato *

- * Thank you
- But I can turn on a light bulb.

Mm-mmm.
That won't be necessary.

Mr. Fowler?

* You might find this
distasteful *

* Or call it
just plain gross *

* To sing in praise
of bread mold *

* Or wonder how it grows

* It even makes you crazy

* That mold
devours your food *

I don't know what to say,
Widmark.

- I... I'm sorry.
- No, no, no. That was...

That was... Yes,
that was impressive.

It was...
It was understated.

It was potentially
wonderful. Yes!

You, Widmark, are gonna
sing in the grand finale!

Security system installed,
five-camera set up:

two in the living room,
entryway, hallway, kitchen.

Could I take a look at your log
for Fowler's phone calls?

I mean, if I put in a
request to home office...

Nah. That takes forever.

Pencil pushers don't understand
what it's like for us

out in the field,
face-to-face with crime.

- Yeah. Nose-to-nose with
evil. - I can hear that.

The files
are in here.

- Who the hell are you?
- FBI.

Look, there are cameras
everywhere.

You people don't
need to be in here.

Out of every kid
in the entire school,

she picks him for
the showcase performance!

- Does she even know who he is?
- A student who...

Whose father ripped
off everyone in this school.

I'm a money manager. I put millions
of my clients' accounts with him.

We lost everything, and there
isn't a parent in this school

who doesn't have
the same story.

Ja, it's not our philosophy
to punish the kinder

for the sins of their
parents, Mr. Sanford,

and Miss Donovan,
she assures me

that Widmark's
starring role in the...

- The science-sical.
- Ja, science-sical

is based solely on merit.

Now if you excuse me, I have
a lot of work to do, please.

Good afternoon.
Nice to see you again.

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye, goodbye.

Could you just please try

to maybe not make this
so difficult?

I can't take you seriously
with that dead cat on your head.

Eliot had trouble
adjusting, all right,

but he found a way to make
his style work in this setting.

So...

Pain! Honor!
Strength!

All right...

...come at me.

Look, it's the best I could
manage under such short notice.

The props are made, the kids have
memorized their presentations.

I'm just setting it
to a bit of music.

Listen, I mean, let's not
forget why we're here.

Let's not lose focus.

The object is to get Fowler
out of the apartment,

- not...
- What, not Widmark, right?

Yeah, I get it.
He's just the bait.

Come on,
that's not fair.

What's not fair is the way
people see him.

His father
sees him as a loser,

his mother sees him as
this fragile little baby.

His schoolmates see him as the
boy whose father stole Christmas.

I just think he...
he... he...

Oh...

I just want people
to see him as he really is.

He deserves that.

Everybody does.

This is why we can't have
nice things.

Rich guys and their
crazy security systems.

Door alarm's got
a Takashita 500

with redundant infrared.
Window's easier.

The window? The window
that's 20 stories up?

Like I said, easier. I've
done this a million times.

All I need is a pneumatic drill,
some diamond bits...

Get the...

- Hey.
- Hey.

Ha! Hey.

- Oh. Thanks.
- What's up?

Oh. That one's
actually mine.

I just had my lips
on that. If...

Oh. I just, like, gave you
a little coffee kiss.

I think your partner
is sweet on McSweeten.

- What? No.
- I don't really talk about family stuff.

Huh? Oh.
Ahem. Anyway...

The judge approved
Fowler's day pass,

so he can go see some play
his kid is doing at school.

Final-frickin'- ly, man.

I... I love the theater.

Cats?
Rowrr!

All right. Well, see you
downstairs in a couple of minutes.

- What?
- You're our backup.

You're coming along
with, right?

- Yeah. Yes!
- Got our back, right?

We... We...
We...

- Yeah.
- Right. Got your back.

- OK. Good.
- I got a coupon for...

Nate.

- We got a problem.
- Well, so do we.

It's final rehearsal and so far
Widmark hasn't sung a note.

* You

Hey. Hey.

The camera's charged, right?
I don't want to miss a second.

Sir, I'm gonna have
to check that bag.

Oh. Hey, guys,
can we get a minute?

Now look, quick update.

One of us is gonna have to stay
upstairs with the surveillance equipment.

Lucky me.

OK.

Well, we only really need
two agents on Fowler,

so why don't we switch up?

Yeah, yeah.
That's a good idea.

You know, I could just
stay here with Agent Hagen.

Yeah.

You know what? Hagen,
you go with the guys.

More manpower for the suspect.
I'll baby-sit the equipment...

OK.

What are you doing?

Look, Agent McSweetheart's
gonna go wherever you go,

so you, you gotta go to
the school and I'm just...

Just talk me
through the break-in.

Talk me. Just...

You...

All that
personal space just...

Good luck.

Sophie,
we good to go?

No,
everything's gonna be fine

as soon as I...
find Widmark.

- Hardison,
what's going on?

- What's your status?
- I just looped the FBI video feed

so nobody will see me
in the apartment,

assuming I get in
the apartment.

Please take your seat now.

Hurry, hurry now.

All right,
our man has arrived.

The curtain goes up
in five minutes,

One way or the other.
Don't wait for Sophie.

Widmark?

Please take your seat.
Run along. Hurry.

Let's hurry up, hurry up.
Yes. Yes.

Find your seat, please.
Right away.

You sure
you can handle this?

Oh, yeah. What's the worst
that can happen?

Well, you can
tangle the lines...

Hey!

Can you believe they have a
smoothie shop in this place?

What were you saying?

Oh. I was just worried about
the play and the actors.

They cross their lines, they
could really fall on their face.

Aaah!

I'm good.
I'm good.

Widmark, you...
you can't let them win.

You can't show them that
they're getting to you.

- Sophie, no, no.
- What?

Just talk to him. Don't tell him
what to do or who to be. Just talk.

Widmark, I'm sorry.

For what?

For trying to con you
into being brave, and...

That's what I do.
I'm a bloody con artist.

Look, I'm not very good
at being honest,

not even with my friends.

Do you have
a lot of friends?

No.

Well, I... I never
used to have any,

but...
Now, yes, I do.

A few.

I used to have friends.

They don't talk to me anymore,
because of what my stepdad did.

That's got nothing to do with
you, you know that, don't you?

Then why do they
make fun of me?

'Cause when they look at you
they see him.

They're not seeing you
for who you really are.

How much time do I
have left, Parker?

Do you believe
in love at first sight?

I believe that when you meet
someone you have 30 seconds,

before the bells
and whistles go off.

Don't be afraid to
override the feelings...

- Don't be blue.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

OK, I got you. 30 seconds,
don't be blue, override.

- What, does that mean
cut the blue wire

or don't cut
the blue wire? Parker?

That is... That is so true.
I think you need to be honest...

Twenty seconds.

I can't count in 20 seconds
how many blue wires there are.

- Parker, help me out.
- Not following.

You just have to cut loose,
output your feelings.

- Snip that blue mood in the...
- Output?

Output? OK, I got it.
Got you.

Out, out, out, out...

Come here, ya blue...

Got it.

Daddy's home.

Did you know
I was an actress?

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

Are you good?

Well...

...others don't seem
to think so.

Maybe they just can't
see you for who you are.

You know
what they say about acting?

They say it's about
telling the truth,

about... about sharing
a little part of yourself

that people don't
normally see.

But, if you don't... If you
don't really know yourself,

then they think you're lying.

Then...

I think that's my problem.

I've been lying
for so long that...

...I don't even know
what the truth is anymore.

I don't want to lie to anybody.

No.

No. You don't have to,
Widmark.

What you need to do is you just
have to go out there and be Widmark,

just tell the truth,
be... be who you really are.

If you can do that,
then I promise you...

...people
will believe in you.

Sure is taking them a long time
to get everybody in there.

Yes.

A lot longer
than I thought.

Excuse me for
interrupting prom night

with my annoying
felony burglary.

Ungrateful,
just ungrateful.

A- ha!

Come to Papa.

- Widmark OK?
- Guess we're about to find out.

Yeah! Hacking, rappelling.

Whatever. Put me in a dress,
I can do all y'all's job.

- It's empty.
- What do you mean it's empty?

I mean it's empty, like
somebody cleaned it out.

I hate to tell you this,

but that ain't our
biggest problem right now.

We got company.

* There are many types
of clouds *

* Like stratus
cumulus and nimbus *

* Nimbus said to a
glum-looking cloud *

* "Please don't be so cirrus"

* Clouds are high
up in the sky... *

Yeah, but how'd he know
Fowler was gonna be here?

Only ones that knew
were us and the FBI.

Yeah, and Fowler himself.

Maybe we were wrong.
Maybe Fowler isn't the target.

- Then who?
- What?

Thank you... for this
delicious smoothie, agent.

Oh.

His FBI handlers. Fowler's
arranged to have them killed.

- He's about to run.
- No, man.

There's no way he could arrange
that. He's under house arrest.

No phone calls, no Internet.
They're even reading his mail.

- How could he arrange a hitman?
- Let's ask him.

What do you mean
you lost it?

- I thought it was in my room.
- You thought?

Do you have any respect
for your personal property?

Do you have any respect for me?
I bought you that cell phone.

Feds confiscated
his cell phone.

They didn't take Widmark's.

* You will see
in the mirror... *

Fowler's getaway
explains the empty safe.

Whatever cash he had on him,
he took with him.

And... I think I know
where to look.

- Here comes
a storm cloud!

- Wait. Didn't you search Fowler before he left?
- Of course.

Nothing on him except for
that camera and some tapes.

Yeah, well, there's
something in that bag,

or on those tapes.

- Thank you!
- Sophie, can you swipe it?

Yes, I'm a little bit
busy here.

Julliard, for that
wonderful rendition

of how clouds are formed.

And now we have Milan

with a ballad
about photosynthesis.

Enjoy.

Has anybody seen Widmark?

Sophie, the job's over.

What happens from here on
is not our concern.

No way, no, no. The clinic
isn't the only victim here.

I didn't prop up this boy
just to see him fail. No way.

I'm not letting that happen.

Yo, what's up?

Nate?

This phone has sent
a bunch of text messages

in the last 48 hours
to some guy named Skyler.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Skyler's
a kid at this school.

- Why would Fowler be
texting a middle-schooler?

* Photosynthesis is
the cause of this process *

* That makes things bigger

* Water and light makes...

He wasn't texting Skyler,
he was texting Skyler's dad.

Ooh! Sorry.

Mark Sanford's an accomplice.

He set up the gunman. He just
traded bags with Fowler.

No, man. Why would
Sanford help Fowler?

Isn't he one of the guys
who invested with him?

* Really a gas *

Sorry I'm late.

No, no, no.
You're right on time.

And now,

with growth factors
in bread mold,

it's Widmark Fowler!

* You might find this
distasteful *

* Or call it just plain gross

* To sing in praise
of bread mold *

* Or wonder how it grows

* It even makes you crazy

* That mold devours your food

* Until you find
I've changed your mind *

* And you see that
mold is... good *

Shh!

* It's the mushrooms
on your pizza *

* It's the yeast that
makes the crust rise *

Keep it off the stage!

You're gonna ruin
his big finale!

* Classified as fungi
That's good eatin' *

- * Don't look surprised
While we're on the subject...

* Who among us would want the
nasty job that fungus has *

* Scarfin' down toxic waste

* Molds grow
where they're needed *

* So they find
our stuff to feed in *

* Molds just want to grow So
they pop out spores, you know *

* That a mold wants to thrive

* Needs much more
than to survive *

* Because mold's like us

* Just love being

* Alive *

He's not bad.

Excuse me, dear. Oh, Widmark!
I'm so proud of you!

- I'll see you out there, OK?
- Uh... Ah...

Hardison, are you
near your computer?

I need you to check
a name for me.

- Go ahead.
- Doug Fineman.

And first place
goes to Mr. Widmark Fowler.

Sanford is providing Fowler
with a new identity,

and a new life
waiting for him in...

...Bogota.

Coach Brewer!

I'll take that.

Ah... yes.

I'm just saying you can't make
the returns too consistent.

Ten percent growth every year,
no matter what the market does?

The SEC is going
to ask questions.

Let me worry
about the SEC.

But we
have to be careful.

My job is to
buy off the regulators,

your job is to
bring in new money.

Now this whole thing
goes off the rails

when you stop doing your job.

Where the heck do you think
you're going?

Ja, ja, he...
He dropped this.

All of this. I thought
his name was Fowler.

- I don't know.
- Thanks.

Ja, ja.

No! Stop it!

You can't play that!

Now that is no way
to treat a lady.

Come on.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Got something for you.

Wow, that is far more
than we lost.

Well, you know the 20 million
the Feds couldn't find?

Fowler had an overseas account
using one of his aliases.

He struck a deal
with Sanford.

He traded the tapes
for a new passport

- and two dead FBI guys.
- And our friend Hardison?

He liberated some of the cash so
you could use it for your clinic.

- Wow.
- Hey, Kay.

Hi, Claudine.

She needed a job
after Fowler went to jail.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

You know,
this is interesting.

This must be a first.

I mean, it's the only
time I can remember

that the con depended solely
on you telling the truth.

- How'd it feel?
- Ah, good.

- Don't get used to it.
- Oh, no, no.

Uh-uh. Start telling
the truth all day,

stop being
Sophie Devereaux.

Maybe that's a...
good thing.