All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S02 E12 - The Trouble with Harry (1080p - DCU Web-DL)

[Crash Kings singing
"Mountain Man"]

[indistinct chattering]

♪ I'm sitting on
top of a mountain ♪

What kind of luck is this?

How the hell are
you, Mr. Chance?

Harry, trust me, you don't
wanna be near me right now.

Ouch. What kind of
hello is that for a friend?

Hey, Guy. Whiskey, neat, please.

No, no, no. Better
yet, better yet.

Whiskey on the rocks.

No, no, no. Whiskey and ginger.

No, I will have a ginger ale.

- Harry. Listen to me.
- 'No problem.'

You need to leave this bar now.

Leave? Fat chance, buddy.

I have met a very
willing lady online

and she's about to
meet me for a drink.

I'm sorry to cramp your style

but I'm not going
anywhere, friend.

You don't look so hot. You okay?

- No. I had a bad day.
- Ah, that's a bummer.

- Anything I can do to help?
- Harry.

Look at the TV and
talk about the race.

Talk about the race
now or we both die.

[indistinct chattering on TV]

Come on... autos.

Go faster!

'Burn some rubber!'

- Who the hell was that?
- 'Harry.'

I need you to shut
up and listen to me.

It all started a few days ago

with a new client that
Winston brought in.

(Winston) 'Sarah Han.'

This is our team.

Uh, we just wanna get them
into the loop on your situation.

Why don't you tell them
what you just told me?

My fiance has
threatened to kill me.

I don't know where
to go to for help.

And your fiance is..

Henry Claypool.

Am I supposed to
know who this person is?

- "Claypool Security Solutions."
- Paramilitary troops for hire.

- Global VIP protection.
- He's also a notorious recluse.

Ironically enough, he's pretty
paranoid about his own security.

His compound in
Marin is said to be

the most heavily guarded
private residence in North America.

Yeah, it wouldn't kill you to
read a paper once in a while.

So... why don't you tell them

why he's threatening you?

I looked at
Henry's private files

'when he walked away
from his computer.'

There's an arm of his company

that no one knows about

a group that carries
out assassinations.

- A hit squad.
- 'Heads of state.'

Drug rivals, CEOs.

You name the hit,
he names a price.

Henry caught me
looking at his files

and he made it clear
that if I told anyone about it

or if I ever tried
to leave him..

Then I'd be..

Dead?

Excuse me. Can I steal
Mr. Guerrero for a moment?

Would you please take him?

Excuse me.

You were supposed
to keep me apprised

of your progress.

Regarding the matter between us.

Oh, that picture of your
husband and that broad?

Yes.

I think it's probably best if
we both just forget about this.

Look, she had a
series of fake names.

Aliases at hotels.

Only paid through accounts
that, uh, weren't traceable.

Burner cell phones she only
talked to Marshall on. Are you...

What are you insinuating?

She was his mistress.

Uh, but you-you,
you don't know that.

I, uh..

Been doing this
a long time, okay?

I can read between the lines.

Sorry, dude.

So all we gotta
do is tie Claypool

to these hit squads...
and we take him down.

It'll be easier said than done.

The computer where
I saw the records

it's in Henry's private office

and it's completely off-network.

- You can't access it remotely.
- So we break in.

That's where it
gets interesting.

Claypool's compound
is on an 800-acre ranch.

The perimeter is completely
surrounded by electric fencing

and cameras every
20 feet. It's airtight.

Now, once you're
inside the fence

there's a patrol 24X7

of a company-strength unit

of Claypool's elite
private security.

All those guys are ex-military

serious operators.

And even if we do get past
the fence and the cameras

and the army of guards.

Claypool's office
inside the house..

That's a whole other headache.

Temperature control sensors

to within one tenth of a degree.

Body temperature will set
the alarms off in seconds.

The floor is completely covered
with invisible laser sheeting

so anything touches that, and..

What happens?

Nothing.

What do you think happens?

Alarms, guards

reign of terror. Try to keep up.

I was just asking a question.

You must think I'm a fool..

For not seeing
through Henry's lies

for not realizing sooner
the kind of man he truly is.

Well, we're not here
to judge you, Miss Han.

'We're here to get you
out of this, and to do that'

'we're gonna need you
to go back to Claypool'

'so he doesn't get suspicious.'

Still, all things considered

it's gonna take a hell
of a lot of maneuvering

to get us inside that place
to get us what we need.

(Ilsa) 'Well, I can get us in.'

How long have you
been standing there?

Oh, long enough.

Are, are you a part of the team?

- Yes.
- Not really.

I'm Ilsa Pucci. This
is my company.

Could we have a word, boss?

Don't you dare try and stop me.

You know, Claypool
tried for years

to do business with Marshall.

If I reach out to him for a
sit-down, he's sure to agree.

Okay, let's just
slow down a little bit.

I think I know
what this is about.

Yeah, it's about
freeing our client

from that horrible man.

This is about the
mistress in the photo.

- Guerrero told me all about it.
- He told you?

Yeah, he was worried about you.

So I'm sorry, M-Mr. Guerrero
was worried about me?

We tell each other things,
but that's not the point.

Well, what is your point?

The point is, you're
looking at a woman

who was lied to by a
man she thought she knew

and you're taking it personally.

How dare you!

Look, I, uh, what
Marshall did or didn't do.

I-I, I can do
anything about that

but that woman in the
other room, I can h-help her

I can do something
about that, so..

So let me. Please.

What? You let her
come on the mission?

She pays the bills, Harry.
I don't let her do anything.

'She came up with
a reasonable plan'

and I knew I could make it work.

Alright. I mean,
how bad could it be?

You're sitting here, so I
guess it turned out okay.

The job went south.

One of the team
didn't make it out.

What, someone got left
behind? You're kidding me. Who?

You picked a great night
for a blind date, Harry.

Oh. Wait, I-I, I
don't understand.

W-What's happening here?

In about ten minutes, an
exchange is gonna take place.

If we return to Claypool
what we stole from him

he's agreed to
release the prisoner.

Winston had to set
this up in a public place

to keep them
honest, hence the bar.

Wait, w-where's,
where's the prisoner?

You're looking at him.

What? You're the
guy who didn't make it?

What are you, what are
you doing sitting there?

Why don't you do something?

[gasps]

(Chance) 'It's an
IED. If I move, I die.'

Breathe, Harry.

[theme music]

[music continues]

Alright, alright, alright.
Stay calm. Stay calm.

You've got a bomb
underneath your seat!

(Chance) 'Yeah. It's
pretty well-made, too.'

These guys must
have spent some time

in Iraq. I get up and it blows.

Uh, maybe I, maybe I
should just move over.

Harry, if you wanna leave,
it's fine. I totally understand.

Well, I mean, I do have
a big day tomorrow.

What do you mean,
leave? I'm not gonna leave.

You've been there every
single time I've had a gun

or a missile or even a
woman pointed in my direction.

I'm not gonna leave.

We're in this together.
Now, what's the plan?

Well, now we have
about eight minutes left

until the exchange
and I'm pretty sure

that if Claypool gets his
way, I'm gonna end up dead.

So I need to figure
a way out of this

but now that you're
here, you're going to help.

You want me to take somebody
out? I can do that for you.

No, classically trained
in the martial arts...

- Harry.
- 'I'm sorry.'

I'm getting ahead
of myself, I'm sorry.

- Tell me what to do.
- Step one.

Order a Martini
with extra olives.

- I can't. Gin makes me wheeze.
- Order the Martini.

Oh, God. Hey, Guy.
Martini, extra olives.

W-W-Why am I ordering a
Martini? I don't want a Martini.

I thought I was supposed to talk

and you were supposed to listen.

A good operator craves intel.

It's probably best if you
just tell me everything that's...

We don't have time for that.

Just give me the quick
version. Want me to shut up?

I'm telling you how to do it.

Alright. Claypool's office.

The break-in.

(Winston) 'We'll pair
you and Chance up'

to take the office.

Sounds good. It'll
be nice, actually.

Chance and I have
some catching up to do.

What the hell does that mean?

Don't worry about us.
We can beat that room.

Question is, uh, can
the fifth Beatle over there

get the password to
access the computer

before this whole
plan goes to pot?

That's a $9000 bottle
of wine you're poisoning.

Just so you're all aware.

Somehow I imagine
you won't be missing that.

And it's not poison, alright?

It's sodium thiopental.

Seriously, the wine is
the best way to deliver it.

The guy's paranoid
about his food

but he's got a weak
spot for the good stuff.

This will render him compliant?

This will render him mush

'at least for a little while.'

'Chatty, disoriented, incapable'

of concealing the truth.
Essentially, he'll be Ames.

Look, all you got to do is
ask him for the password.

He coughs it up,
we're home free.

We should probably get going.
Mr. Claypool's expecting me.

Psst. Hey.

You know, when, uh, when
you called her aside the other day

uh, we were kind of
under the impression

that you were gonna, you
know, talk her out of this.

- Talk her out of what?
- Out of getting us all killed.

Don't you think this is a
bit of a risky proposition

to give Ilsa this big a role
in an operation like this?

Alright, guys, she said
she could get us an invite

to the compound, she did

and she's helped
us out in the past.

Here and there, yeah.
But this is way different.

'For one, it's a hell of
a lot more dangerous.'

Things are gonna be
happening really quickly

and the whole damn
thing is riding on her.

She needs to be able
to read situations, man

adapt without thinking.

There's a reason
you never, ever put

an amateur in the driver's seat.

All valid considerations

gentlemen, except for one.

She's not in the
driver's seat, I am.

Trust me, I've got
it under control.

Oh.

[indistinct chattering on radio]

Alright, we just
went through the gate

about a half a
kilometer to the house.

Okay. Copy that.

So about four years
ago, this guy I know

tries to break into this place.

Claypool's Security catches him.

Officially, he's
reported missing.

Unofficially, if you were
to dig in just the right place

in these woods out here

he wouldn't be so
missing anymore.

And Claypool's political
connections make sure

that nobody does that digging.

Are you inventing ghost stories
to scare me, Mr. Guerrero?

- Really?
- His name was Marvin.

I still send money
to his wife and kids

every now and then.

Why are you telling me this now?

Because I like you and it's
not too late to turn around.

And where would
that leave Sarah?

No. We move forward.

[horse neighing]

Chance, 100 meters to the house.

(Chance) Copy that.

So there's something
I've been, uh

meaning to ask you about.

Are you, uh, seeing
anybody right now

'like, romantically?'

(Guerrero) 'Alright,
we're 50 meters out.'

We've been working
together for a while now, right?

And in all that time

I haven't really seen
you date anybody.

(Ames on radio) 'And
frankly, that boggles my mind!'

You're, like, a total catch.

Anyway, I would like to
help. I have this friend, right?

'And I think you two
would get along great.'

Her name's Melanie

and she's really friendly.

Twenty meters out, security's
out in front of the house.

Looks like we're
getting inspected.

I'm not interested.

I need you to focus, Ames.

I'm focused.

I'm just saying
she's very friendly

'if you know what I mean.'

[indistinct chattering on radio]

Open your trunk and
step out of your vehicle.

No problem.

[indistinct chattering on radio]

[indistinct chattering on radio]

Mrs. Pucci.

I'm Mr. Vaughn,
head of security.

Mr. Claypool's waiting for you.

'Right this way.'

You may wait in
the service area.

We'll park the car for you.

Service area?

Are you the driver?

You will sit there,
you will not leave

except to use the restroom.

Oh, and while you're here

make yourself useful.

They got me folding
napkins, dude.

Weekend warrior's running
point, and I'm on napkin duty.

- 'Just great.'
- Yeah, yeah. Quit moaning.

You're in range of the network.

Just flip the switch.

This is so wrong.

Okay, Chance, I got video.

- You loose yet?
- 'Not yet. Stand by.'

And when I say that this girl

has no expectations, I mean it.

All she's after is a few drinks

maybe dinner, definitely sex.

Ames, enough.

- We're clear.
- Alright.

I need you to head southwest.

(Winston on radio) 'I'll
monitor the down-cycle video'

'get you into Claypool's
office without being seen.'

'Then we gotta hope Ilsa
can get him to drink the wine'

'before we're all dead.'

(Claypool) 'Mrs. Pucci.'

So pleased you could
make it all this way.

Mr. Claypool. The
pleasure's all mine.

A gift.

Hm..

Very nice.

Thank you.

[horse neighing]

My fiancee, Sarah.

She'll join us in a moment.

- That's a beautiful animal.
- You ride?

Once upon a time.

(Claypool) 'That's
interesting 'cause I myself'

don't see the appeal.

Loss of control, perhaps.

All clear.

Alright, there's no more
patrols coming at you

for the next few minutes.

Just head north
down that corridor

you should see the office door.

(Chance) 'Alright,
Winston, we're here.'

We're entering Sarah's code.

Listen, now, once
you open that door

your body heat's gonna raise

'the temperature
in that room fast'

'which means you'll
only have ten seconds'

'to get it back down.'

[ticking]

Seven.

Six.

[ticking]

[beeping]

And that, my friends,
is how it's done.

Are you sure the
lasers are there?

Pretty sure.

(Winston) 'Alright,
Chance, you're up.'

'Got to get to that computer.'

[grunts]

[chandelier jingling]

[creaking]

What's the problem?

The table is not where
it was in Winston's plan.

Somebody must have moved it.

Well, can you make it?

- Winston?
- 'I read you.'

But I need you to
hang on a second.

They're about to serve the wine.

'And if Ilsa can't
get that password'

it ain't gonna matter if you
can get to the computer or not.

(Claypool) 'So tell
me, Mrs. Pucci.'

'Why did you come
all this way to see us?'

(Ilsa) I'd like to talk to you
about a business proposal.

A partnership.

What sort of partnership?

Well, our aid camps
all over the world

are constantly the
target of local harassment

'intimidation.'

My husband always believed
in using his checkbook

to resolve those disputes

but lately I've begun
to call into question

those methods.

And, well..

We need a friend..

A strong friend.

Aren't you joining me?

Oh, my physician
advised me against it.

He just set the glass
down, didn't he?

- Give her a chance to save it.
- Save it?

Are you kidding,
man? She just blew it.

Ilsa, I need you
'to be calm, okay?'

'Don't let this guy
see you rattled.'

This is great, man.
I'm going in there.

- Okay, hang on.
- Are you out of your mind?

You're on camera!

'If they look up and
see that you're gone'

'this whole thing is shot!'

(Guerrero) 'This whole
thing's shot anyway'

if she can't get him to
drink the wine, dude.

- She will figure it out.
- She'll figure something out.

What's she gonna figure out?

You know, on second thought..

My doctor need
never know. A toast.

Future endeavors.

She didn't just do what
I think she did, did she?

Yeah. She dosed herself.

Amateurs, dude. Told you.

[instrumental music]

♪ Now you can say ♪

♪ Say I treated you badly ♪

♪ Either way send
your love to me madly ♪

♪ Love is sweet
like honey baby ♪

♪ When it's on your side ♪

♪ Let me tell ya
what it's all about.. ♪

(Chance) Alright, I got
a toothpick in my sock.

If this is some kind
of practical joke

I'm gonna be pissed.

Trust me, Harry, it'll
all make sense soon.

Now, I need you to
buy this bottle of scotch

third from the left.

What do you think I make?
That's a 100 bucks a bottle.

Just buy it. I'll reimburse you.

Hey, Guy.

Can I have a bottle
of the McLaughlin?

What? I'm thirsty.

♪ Gonna get you back ♪

When I was in the
bathroom, it occurred to me

how many times I've asked

to go on a mission with you.

'And every single
time I ask you'

'this is what you say'

"Maybe next week, Harry"

or, "There's not enough
room in the car, Harry"

or, "Guerrero's gonna
slit your throat, Harry."

- Yeah. So?
- So I never took it personally.

I never did. I know your team
dynamics are kinda delicate.

'You guys are kind of a clique.'

But then I wondered.

Why did you, why did you
let Ilsa come on the mission?

I told you, she had the
idea to get us in the door.

But you knew she
wasn't thinking straight

because of the
photo of her husband.

Harry, what are you getting at?

Just finish your story. We
only got a couple of minutes.

So Ilsa had just drugged herself

which obviously
wasn't part of the plan.

Henry, is everything okay?

I don't feel well.

I think it's the wine.

Yeah.

- There's something in it.
- Yes.

- What did you do?
- Mrs. Pucci...

It's alright, Sarah.

It's alright.

We gave you a dose
of sodium thiopental

'so that Sarah and I
can learn the password'

to all your secret files

and then use that information
to put you behind bars.

Come on, guys. This
is a disaster, man.

She's saying whatever
pops into her head.

Okay, hold on, hold on. She
might be able to salvage this.

(Winston) 'She'll only salvage it
if she gets the damn password!'

- You can't do this.
- Why not?

- What's to stop me?
- Well, my security chief.

The moment he hears
what's happening here...

- I didn't think about that.
- Ilsa. I need you to ask...

- 'What are we gonna do?'
- Sarah, relax.

(Winston) 'I'll tell you
what you're gonna do.'

'You're gonna ask
him for the password!'

- We'll tie him up.
- 'Okay, hurry up.'

(Winston) 'What the hell
are you gonna tie him up for?'

[sighs] Chance,
listen to me now.

'Stay focused.'

'Just get to that computer.'

'Guerrero, we're
running out of time.'

'Just get in there
and help Ilsa.'

Yes, finally!

Winston, am I clear?

(Ames) Come on, you
got this. You're the man.

Alright, Ames, I
know you mean well

but you're distracting me.

[groans]

Oh, my God!

I got it. It's cool.

Listen, on second
thought, is there any way

we can get that
password a little faster?

Alright, Guerrero, you
are clear, but hurry it up.

Where do you think you're going?

I was looking for
you. There's a roach.

- No!
- Yeah. Look.

[groans]

How's that password coming?

[door shuts]

Clown time's over.
Step aside. Look at me.

[snaps fingers]

Look at me!

- What's your name?
- Henry Claypool.

- What day is today?
- Tuesday.

Are you a paranoid,
bullying douche bag?

- Oh, yeah.
- Good.

What's the password to your

private files in your office?

C-5-1-Y-H-F.

- Mr. Guerrero.
- 'Yeah?'

- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

You know, I've always
admired your taste in clothes.

Okay. Alright, dude.

Here's the password.
It's coming to you now.

[groans] Yeah.

(Guerrero) 'Charlie 2-5-1'

Yaletown, hotel,
Foxtrot. Got that?

[Chance panting]

Okay.

I'm in.

Three minutes. Great.

[panting] Ooh.

Thanks. Alright, let's motor.

Remember, if we hit any
trouble, follow my lead.

[knocking on door]

(Vaughn) 'Mr. Claypool?'

- This way. Let's go.
- No, wait.

The second he finds Henry,
this whole place will shut down.

We'll never make it out.

[knocking on door]
'Mr. Claypool?'

Sir, can I enter?

Mr. Vaughn, what is it?

Well, I was knocking
and there was no answer.

Is everything alright?

Honestly..

No.

For starters, you've interrupted
a very sensitive meeting

between myself and your boss.

A secondly... I
don't like your face.

- My face?
- It upsets me.

- 'Winston, Winston, you there?'
- Yeah, I'm here!

What the hell's going on?

Things got a little hot in
there. I got some bad news.

Boss lady, she gave herself up.

- What?
- Dude, no choice.

(Chance) 'What do you
mean there's no choice?'

- There's always a choice!
- 'Yeah.'

Well, as it turns out, that's
not necessarily the case.

Look, either someone stayed
back to hold off Vaughn..

Or we all got busted.

It wasn't like she was in any
shape to get Sarah to the car.

- Why didn't you...
- Dude, I don't like it, either.

Look, I'll give you this.

For an amateur,
she's got stones.

Chance, what do we do?

On a smaller head,
your eyes would be fine

but combined with your
ears and your oddly femine

bone structure, the effect
is really quite unsettling.

Mrs. Pucci! I think
that's enough.

Well, in that case, Mr. Vaughn

why don't you leave
us to our business

and go and find someone
else in this house to..

[clattering]

- Stop! Grab her!
- 'Oh, God!'

[Ilsa screaming on radio]

You're not going anywhere.

Alright. I'm sending
Ames out with the files.

- Just Ames?
- 'Go!'

Well, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get Ilsa.

Chance... listen
to me now, okay?

Ilsa's caught. That's a fact.

'There's nothing you
can do about that, okay?'

'But the rest of
you can still get out.'

You're saying leave her behind.

I'm saying that as
long as we have.

Claypool's files

we can hold on to 'em
and trade 'em for Ilsa later.

If you go back, you're
gonna all get caught.

Winston, I got it.

It's under control.

[security alarm blaring]

[sighs]

[sirens wailing]

(male ♪1 on radio) 'We have
a breach, we have a breach.'

Whoever set off the alarms
is still on the premises.

- And I want 'em caught.
- 'Copy that, sir.'

(male ♪2 on radio)
'Perimeter lockdown under way.'

You and your
little friends, hm..

Are in a great deal of trouble.

Wait, wait, wait!

Make room, people!

(male ♪2 on radio) 'Vehicle's
fleeing the property. We're in pursuit.'

[tires screeching]

[gunshots]

[indistinct yelling]

It's gonna be tight.

(male ♪2 on radio) 'They're approaching
the gate now. I've got a lock on 'em.'

Hey, Winston, the women
and children are getting

a little nervous. Hope
you did your job, dude.

- Say when.
- 'Fifty meters to the gate.'

(male ♪2 on radio)
'They're not slowing down.'

Uh, now would be good.

[explosion]

(male ♪3) 'Freeze! Hey, freeze!'

[tires screeching]

Evidence to the contrary,
at least one of us on this job

was a professional.

(male ♪2 on radio) 'Sir,
the perpetrated vehicle'

'just escaped from
the southwest gate.'

'One male subject, two females.'

Sarah's with them.
She's part of it.

I want plates on that vehicle. I
wanna know how they escaped.

I wanna know if anyone
else is still on the premises

and I wanna know now!

(male ♪2 on radio) 'Sir, there's
another intruder in the compound.'

- Hey, get over there!
- 'Subject is hostile.'

(male ♪2 on radio) 'I repeat,
subject is extremely hostile!'

'Returning fire!'

'We need some backup out here!'

'He's gone up the stairs!'

[gunshots]

[footsteps approaching]

[gun cocks]

[screams]

[groans]

Get down, now!

Come on, let's go.

Oh, sorry. Were
you talking to me?

'God.'

[sirens wailing]

First things first,
you drank the wine.

- Didn't you?
- Yes, I did!

Winston ID'd a
weakness in the perimeter.

We can't get there on foot.
We're gonna need a ride.

You know, I will say this.

There's a possibility
that I was, in fact

over my head tonight.

You were right, as you
often are when you're doing

that prosaic

admittedly sexy
protective-male thing.

- Thanks.
- You know?

I don't know why I'm
doing this to myself.

Maybe it is because
of Marshall's mistress.

Well, I'm sorry
that I put everyone

in this position.

- I'm sorry, I didn't listen...
- You smell that?

- What?
- It smells like crap.

Nice. Very nice.

You know, I'm trying to
make a heartfelt apology here.

No, I mean, it smells
like actual crap.

I think we found our ride.

[sirens wailing]

[horse neighing]

Hyah!

[Black Mountain
singing "The Hair Song"]

♪ Oh oh young pretty hair ♪

[engine revving]

♪ What it is what it is? ♪

Hey, listen, when I hop off

you're gonna wanna
stay on this course

find a hole in the fence!

Wait, wait! You're hopping off?

[gunshots]

Look, there's too many
guards, we can't outrun 'em!

I'm gonna have to
buy you some time!

How will you get out of here?

I probably won't!

[engine revving]

- Please don't do this.
- Sarah's with the team!

She has the
information you need.

[engine revving]

You can bargain me out later!

- You'll be fine!
- 'No, I won't!'

This is all my fault!

[engine revving]

Hang on!

[screams]

[sighs]

Listen. Don't beat yourself up.

When I let you come on this job,
I knew something might happen.

Then why would you let
me come along with you?

I'll be fine. I promise.

You might wanna hold on. Hyah!

[gasps]

[gunshots]

(male ♪4 on radio) 'We got
shots fired in the north corner!'

[helicopter whirring]

(male ♪5 on radio)
'Air two, air two, move in!'

[Love Grenades
singing "Light It Up"]

And here we are.
And here's what's next.

In about one minute,
one of our team

is gonna walk through the door

with the information we took

from Claypool's office.

Can I ask you who
that's gonna be?

Claypool's angry. He lost face.

He's probably
gonna insist on Ilsa.

- Oh, Ilsa.
- What?

Listen, Chance, if I thought

you were about to
get into something

that was gonna get
you, me and Ilsa killed

you'd want me to
tell you about it, right?

What are you talking about?

I think you're off your game.

Why do you think
I'm off my game?

Uh, A, handcuffs, B, bomb.

Didn't I tell you about
what I did back there?

The stuff in the
office, with the horse.

A lot of people would have
been impressed with that.

- They obviously don't know you.
- 'Alright.'

Now I'm starting to
get a little offended.

It's a very complicated case.

There were a lot of moving
pieces. That's why I got caught.

No, I think it's for
another reason.

Which is?

I think you were
uncharacteristically

lacking in focus on this job.

I think, I think your
judgment's clouded.

- Examples?
- You slipped in the office!

'You said you nearly
fell off the table'

'going for the computer.'

I was distracted.

You really can't
see it, can you?

You were distracted
'cause you knew

Ilsa was off-book and
she drank the wine.

Instead of concentrating
on the jump

you were worried about her.

- Okay, Harry, listen...
- No, no.

You listen to me.
You listen to me.

When I asked you why you
let Ilsa come on the mission

you basically
dodged the question.

'I think the reason
you let Ilsa come'

is 'cause, when it comes
to her, you're not in control.

The reason you got caught

is 'cause you're realizing that
you got feelings for your boss.

Oh. Speak of the devil.

[indistinct chattering]

Here we go.

[indistinct chattering]

Chance, get your head
in the game, come on.

Forget what I said about her.
You need to tell me what to do.

Harry, I need you
to buy me some time.

I came alone, as we agreed.

You give me the files,
and you're both free to go.

It'll all start to make
sense soon enough, Harry.

'Rember when I told you that?'

It's all here. Uncorrupted.

- Hasn't been copied.
- Now let him go.

(Claypool) On second
thought, Mrs. Pucci..

Why don't you join
Mr. Chance at the bar?

'Because unlike last night'

this time I'm perfectly
capable of lying.

Harry, you're about to see

'why I wanted you
to get the Martini'

the sock and the
bottle of scotch.

'Buy me ten seconds.'

Alright.

Hey, who wants to see a
little bar trick? I've done..

Easy, easy. I'm Harry
Houdini. Observe.

'I'm gonna take this
tiny, little cherry stem'

and tie it in a knot with
nothing but my tongue.

'Watch.'

I'm doing it. I'm..

[grunts]

[glass shattering]

[all screaming]

Over there!

[gunshots]

I don't mean to be
harsh, but this is your idea

of a rescue plan?

[all screaming]

[groans]

Really, you thought you
could just waltz in here

'and exchange the file?'

The word double-cross
just never came up?

[groans]

Seriously, if you don't
wanna start getting labeled

as an amateur, you're
gonna have to start

thinking these things through.

Are you done?

(Vaughn) Yeah.

I'd say you are.

[groans]

[instrumental music]

Let's see an amateur do that.

- Where's Claypool?
- Uh, you were saying?

[Harry groans]

Okay.

I don't know about you guys,
but I thought I handled myself

pretty well, amazingly well.

You're welcome.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering on radio]

Detective's a buddy of mine.

I got him to leave Ilsa's
name out of it, you know?

Listen, thanks for the help.

I appreciate it, but
just for the record

I think Harry and I

probably could've
handled this on our own.

Yeah, right.

Want me to tell him?

So, Harry, what were you
doing here tonight, anyway?

Oh, I was supposed to meet
a girl, but she didn't show up.

That never, ever happens, ever.

Oh, I know.

What was her name?

Her name is Laverne.

- No.
- Oh, yeah.

- You sent Harry?
- Yes, sir.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You were Laverne?

Okay, listen, I understand
you wanted to help

but of all the people
to send why Harry?

You think Claypool's guys
would be on the lookout

for any threatening characters

approaching the bar?

- Yeah, of course.
- So let me ask you.

Do you know
anyone anyone at all..

Less threatening than this man?

I'm right here.

Less threatening
and yet secretly

inexplicably, guaran-damn-teed

to fall ass-backwards

into the lap of success.

- Well played.
- Thank you.

Let's get the hell out
of here before we have

to start answering a
bunch of questions.

Uh, w-wait. T-there's,
there's one more thing.

Look, I think I know
why you had no interest

in being set up on a date.

Uh, and I didn't
n-notice it until tonight

but I think Chance may
have a crush on somebody.

Somebody on this very team.

Listen, it's okay.

I've had this happen before.

It's perfectly understandable.

See you tomorrow.

Nice work today, by the way.

Why is nobody
taking this seriously?

Hey, um..

I, uh, I-I know this might be

kind of inappropriate,
but, um...

They just walk away
from me while I'm talking.

Okay, okay, that's
good. No worries.

[The Flaming Lips
singing "Revenge"]

[sighs]

[door opens]

You're not answering your phone.

♪ Pain.. ♪

Uh, Winston said it
was probably better

that I wasn't at the scene
when the police arrived.

- He said that...
- Yeah, he took care of it.

It's fine.

It smells like his rum
cake in here, though.

♪ Somehow.. ♪

I've had a bit to drink.

Hey, you don't
have to say anything.

I know I shouldn't be
doing this to myself.

♪ In my mind.. ♪

Marshall had an affair.

♪ Stabbed you through your.. ♪

Had I never seen that photograph

I'd never have known it.

'Huh.'

So why should I
let one photograph

send me into a
tailspin like this?

He and I were happy together.

We had a good life together.

I should be able to remember
him like that, shouldn't I?

Yeah, you should.

So why can't I?

I, I don't know how to answer

that... question, Ilsa.

What I do know is that..

If Marshall did cheat on you

he, he was an idiot.

And for what it's worth..

You deserve a
lot better than that.

♪ Lets the evil
make the laws.. ♪

I-I don't think it's a
good idea to mix, um..

Rum and thiopental.

♪ What you intend ♪

♪ It glows in the dark ♪

♪ Once we've become ♪

♪ The more it backfires ♪

[theme music]