All language subtitles for Leverage s04e13 The Girls Night Out Job

Where'd he go?
He was just here.

The rich and powerful
take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes, bad guys
make the best good guys.

We provide...

- Hardison!
- Yeah, yeah. One second, Eliot.

Uh, Parker. Parker.

- What?
- Guess what we're doing Saturday night.

Um, going to the --

Wrong.

We're going to fighting robots
at the Civic Center!

- Great.
- And check it.

We are sitting right up
next to the plexiglass.

I can breathe on it.

- Ooh, that's close.
- Real close.

You know what?

We're sitting, like,
right above the area

with the spinning saw blades
and the mallets.

Sounds, uh, loud.

Yeah, it's real loud, 'cause they send
them in, they fight to the death.

You know what I mean?
You know what?

I don't know if you've
ever experienced this,

but have you ever seen, like,
a robot bleed out oil?

It's so... emotional.

- I mean --
- Hardison!

Yeah, I'm coming, man!

Such a --
But you down, right? We good?

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- We going? Uh-huh.

All right. Good times.

♪ What? Get it, get it! ♪

- ♪ Robots, what? ♪
- ♪ What? ♪

- ♪ What? ♪
- ♪ What? ♪

What? Sophie!

Not even
for a little while?

Unh-unh. I told you.
I have plans.

Hey, and it is
a valid strategy.

It's not strategy,
all right?

Betting on every hand is not
strategy. It's annoying.

I just got a phone message
from detective Bonanno,

saying that he --
he wants to come over.

He's -- no, no, no, this.

- No, no, guys.
- Oh, come on.

Your father had a poker game
for 30 years.

Police, criminals
at the same table.

This is good for you.

Yes, I want to be
like my father.

Good insight, Sophie.

Nice.

You know, living inside
your own head, Nate,

only having conversations with your
crew -- that ain't right.

Name one person you can have a
conversation with who isn't on this team.

Don't say Maggie.

Look, I got my buddies
that were in the service.

Hell, even Hardison's got
his little internet friends.

They're all elves and gnomes,
but at least --

They're orcs. They're orcs.
You just don't listen.

I have dinner plans.

Even Parker's meeting
a friend tonight. Mm-hmm.

Remember Peggy from
that jury job in Los Angeles?

Technically,
she's Alice's friend --

- You're Alice.
- You're Alice, actually.

She went to Boston last year,
so we've been doing brunch

and other
normal-people stuff.

And we're
very proud of you.

For having brunch?

Well, it's not hard.
There are forks.

So, girls' night out,
boys' night poker.

It's character-building
for everyone.

Have fun.

Do not let him
go off and sulk.

I've got to talk to you.

Unh-unh, no. I can't right now.
I'm in a hurry.

- No, it'll only take a second.
- No, no, no.

- It's not a good time.
- Wait!

- Parker, in or out? Come on.
- No.

You know that thing you do when
you fix whatever I'm doing wrong?

- You mean advice?
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm guessing you and Hardison?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, so, he knows stuff, right?
And I know stuff, too.

But my stuff is completely
different from his stuff.

Okay, all right, yeah.

It's just typical early
relationship jitters, all right?

Just be patient,
and soon you'll be --

you'll be thick
as thieves.

Wait!
You haven't fixed me yet.

Oh, come on. I'm late.

Can't you talk
to your friend Peggy?

No, she's got
a blind date.

I'm supposed to
go check him out first

to make sure iLuvPaws72
isn't a disaster.

Who?

Well, they met online.
They're both cat lovers.

And she doesn't know
what he looks like

because they both use cats
as their profile pictures.

Good night, Parker.
Have a good night.

Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh. Oh, gosh, I can't
believe I'm doing this.

- Is he here yet?
- No, not yet.

- You can relax.
- Oh, God. You don't understand.

I'm taking a perfect stranger
to a party I'm catering.

And it's
at the Venezuelan Consulate.

I mean,
that's a big deal for me.

Yeah.

Hello?

What?
No, no, no, no. No.

The arepas are supposed to be
flash-fried, not deep-fried.

What?

No.

I'm sorry. Can you excuse me
just for one second?

Okay.

You know what? You need to put
Gustavo on the phone now.

Yes, sir.
What can I get for you?

Can I get a tequila,
top-shelf, very cold,

and...

Hmm -- a Cosmopolitan.

No tab.
I'm not staying.

Bam!

You bet out
on a pair of 2s?

Never tell me the odds.

Respect the game.
Respect the game.

Respect the swag.

Hey, girl.
I'm a little busy.

I just uploaded some photos
to my skydrive.

Can you run that face thing that
tells you if people are bad?

You mean the one that took me six
knockdown, drag-out months to hack?

Yeah.

Girl, I'm trying to prove
my manhood with my boys.

You know what I'm saying?
With my boys.

Please?

- H-hang on.
- Hardison, you in or out?

What?

Oh, oh, okay.

Parker,
Craig Mattingly.

He's wanted for burglary
and grand larceny

in a whole bunch
of countries.

He is trouble.

And he -- he's got some
strikingly good features --

squared-up jaw
and everything.

P-Parker, what are you doing
with this guy?

Thanks. You're the best.

Wait. Parker, wait. I --

Hey!

To a night
of unbridled debauchery.

I'll drink to that.

Tara, we've been friends
for so long.

Why do we never
work together?

Well, you only need
one grifter per crew.

It's a silly rule.

A yacht in Saint-Tropez,
you and me --

imagine the damage
we'd do.

Well, there is that.

Hello?

Sophie,
I need your help.

It's my friend Peggy's
blind date.

I'm sending you a photo.

Unh-unh, no.
Parker, listen.

Tara and I
just sat down.

Does this man look
like "iLuvPaws72"?

Yum.

And look
what Hardison found.

Ooh. Wanted
in multiple jurisdictions.

Bad boy.

Well, he must be targeting
your friend for a reason.

Yeah.
We have to help her.

All right.
This place is dead, anyway.

Zoom in on the picture --
the part with the wallet.

Uh-huh.
Staying at the Palaestra.

We could toss his room,
see what we can find.

All right, Parker.

Don't do anything
until we --

Parker?

Parker!

Hi, I'm Peggy.

- You're Peggy? TabbyFan76?
- Guilty as charged.

iLuvPaws72 -- Craig Mattingly.
It's great to meet you.

You too.

- Oh. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Ahh.

Well,
this place is swell,

but we should really get
to that party of yours.

Right, the party that I, uh --
that I'm catering,

because I'm a caterer.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Gala at
the Venezuelan Consulate.

We should go.

Oh, uh,
what's the rush?

Well, you know,
I'm a country veterinarian.

It's not every day I get
to break out the formal wear.

Right, okay.

Um, well, I just
have to make a call,

because
I have to call my cat.

He likes to hear my voice
on the machine.

When I go out,
he gets sad.

Sometimes he cries, and
the neighbor calls. It's crazy.

Don't move.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

Okay. Is he here?
What's he like?

- Yeah.
- Great.

Oh, no.

Yeah.

You know,
I really liked this one.

He sent me the most heartbreaking
e-mail about declawing.

- I'm sorry.
- Just let him down easy for me.

- Tell him I couldn't make it.
- Of course.

All right, I have to go to work.
Thank you for saving me.

Yes. That's what
friends are for.

Hmm.

All right,
Craig Mattingly.

What's your game?

Tara!
What are you doing?

- Uh, searching the room?
- No, no, no.

You can't just barge in
and break the joint.

You have to slow down, get
acquainted with the environment.

What, you're not one
of those Boylan

touchy-feely-vibe types,
are you?

The Boylan method
teaches us

to treat a search
like a crime scene.

You know, we only get
one chance to --

Okay, you know what they
teach us at Quantico?

Lightning strike. You never have
as much time as you think.

Oops.

- Quantico.
- "Quantico."

Really? That's the first place
you look? The pillows?

Still looking, sir.

Do you want us to go back
to the event?

No, no.

Don't move.

Your safety's on.

Vámonos.

The safety was off.

Not to a grifter.

Not to a grifter.

No, I love all kinds,
even catfish.

What kind of cats
do you like?

Oh, yeah,
I like big ones,

you know, lions and tigers --
kind of a mix.

- Like a liger?
- Yeah.

You know, I must have
lost my invitation.

Yeah, I'm the caterer,
so I'm on the staff list.

If you don't have an invitation,
I can't let you in.

I'm going to need you
to wait here, ma'am.

Ma'am?
Don't call me ma'am!

Okay, you know,
I need to check this.

- I have to --
- No.

Good evening.
Thank you.

Okay, in we go.
Venezuela.

Ooh, arriba.

I should let you
get to work.

Yes, the catering.

But I hate to leave you
by yourself.

Well,
don't worry about me.

I make friends easily.

Sophie, Tara?
You there?

Right outside.
What do you see?

He's paying
a lot of attention

to three guys
with briefcases.

Are they here together
or separately?

Separately. I don't think
they know each other.

All right, well, we're
almost there. Just hold on.

Secret service alias.

I'm here to protect
high-level dignitaries.

I'll bring you in
as my deputy.

You're serious?
I don't think so.

Suit yourself.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you,
special agent.

Agency sent me.

All right.

Russian escort?
So three years ago.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, you want I call Yuri
from downstairs?

He was Golden Glove boxer.
Now go! Go!

Why so harsh?

He thought I was a prostitute.
Bloody cheek.

- Ooh, diplomatic ID.
- Nice.

Very handy for getting out
of parking tickets.

Ah, ooh.

Now, let's figure out
what Mr. Mattingly's game is.

So much for a night
of unbridled debauchery.

Oh, boo-hoo.

Just last Wednesday,
you were sipping champagne

on a G4
with a racing-car driver.

Yes, who thinks I'm heir
to the Pillsbury fortune.

Any guess
how long that'll last?

Whatever happened
to that nice chef in Lyon

- with the fabulous silver hair?
- Oh, no.

He thinks I'm
a professional golfer...

or banker --
I keep forgetting.

I got so many lies, I have
to store them on my phone.

The lament
of the grifter --

who really knows us?

Two thugs
chasing me into traffic?

Is that the way the cartels
do their business these days?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Sure you don't.

If I offered
to sell you something,

you'd never
try to steal it first.

Would you?

I brought the money in
the briefcase, like you asked.

Now close the deal.

No deal. Not until I hear
all the offers.

My mistake.

Hey, hey, hey, your fingers
are in the water glasses.

Right, now you need
to go back and get new ones.

Don't roll your eyes
at me.

Alice?

Alice!
What are you doing here?

Wait, I saw him
at the bar.

- Is that iLuvPaws72?
- You know what?

I'm really bad
at explaining things,

so can we just skip to the part
where you're not mad at me?

Oh, my God,
look at him.

No, no, Peggy,
he's not who you think, okay?

He's a hot guy
who likes cats.

- And you stole him from me!
- No.

Wait. You stole my invitation,
too, didn't you?

- No, I was just trying to help.
- Well, you didn't help!

God, I thought
we were friends.

All right, so the thugs
who were chasing him

were looking
for something.

I think
he's holding a sale.

The guests there with the shiny
cases -- they're the buyers.

- The question is, what's he selling?
- Yeah.

Parker,
what's his angle?

Parker?

Sorry.

Um, I saw him stalling
the mean-looking guy,

so whatever he's selling,
he doesn't have it on him.

- Well, why would he do that?
- It's called a stop-and-shop.

You steal something, then turn
around and sell it on-site.

Saves you the risk
of transit and storage.

Parker, we're gonna fix things
with you and Peggy.

No, I know,
but it's not just about me.

I used Peggy's invite to get
Mattingly into the party,

so whatever he's up to,
she's gonna get blamed for.

Then we'll just have
to stop him.

Tara and I will cover
the buyers.

You stick with Mattingly.

Let him steal
his mystery item.

With any luck,
we'll take them all down.

Target's on the move.

There you are!

CatFan72,
or whatever it is.

Look, Miche.

Whoo!

It's from Sugarcane.

Peggy, what about
the catering, huh?

Oh, they said
I'm not allowed

to be around fire
right now, so drink!

- Mmm.
- It's 45% alcohol.

It's a good thing
I can hold my li--

ooh!

Oh, what's through here?

Uh, my friend works here.

Um, he borrowed my sweater,
and he left it inside.

Oh, I love sweaters.

I knit one for my cat once
with little mice all over it.

You are so cute.

You're tall.

- Oh, oh!
- Oh! Oh!

- Oh, let's go.
- Great.

Move over,
or he's not gonna hear you.

If I get any closer,
I will be standing on him.

Now shush. I'm starting.

I told you. Mm-hmm.
We brought enough.

I know he expects
big offers.

It's working.

Don't you tell me
what to do!

Deep tan means he lives
in a warm climate.

I'd say rich Texan,
oil man, maybe.

Huh. Private tailor.

Yummy, top-of-the-line
Italian fabric.

Not afraid to show his wealth.
I like that in a man.

Big ring, huge watch.

What are you,
the wardrobe whisperer?

It works.

Hmm.
There's more to it, Soph.

If he's so rich, why isn't
anybody mingling with him?

I see micro-expressions of fear
in the people around him.

They're avoiding him.

I recognize his type.
He works for the drug cartels.

Can you read
my micro-expression?

Bite me.

I brought half a million.

What more
does Mattingly want?

Micro-expressions
of anxiety,

followed by relief,
and then pride.

Rich Texan brought a lot more
than half a mill.

Rich Texan is rich,
but not that rich.

His rolex is a fake.

I'd say
he's carrying $600k.

Yes, mm-hmm. I can get
the full million.

You want me
to make the call?

Huh.

Cartel heard our offer
and looks unfazed. Look at him.

I mean, you only eat
when you feel safe.

I see pride
and contempt.

- He brought more than $1 million.
- He brought more than $1 million.

All right.

Guy with the glasses --
he's an odd duck, isn't he?

Yeah, I can't get a read
on him at all.

What's his game?

Well,
let's go find out.

Secret service.
Can we have a word with you?

Umberto Garcia,

professor of Latin American
Studies at Harvard.

What are you doing here?

Professor, the man that
you're meeting with tonight

is here to steal something,
and we're here to stop him.

Can -- can you tell us
what he's after?

Information --

the exact reserve levels
of the oil fields of Venezuela,

not the lies the government
has been spreading.

Those lies are all that's
keeping the government in power.

The opposition could use
that information

to topple
the current regime.

And the drug cartels
can use it

to keep the government
off their back.

A Texas oil speculator
can use it

to make a fortune betting
on the price of crude.

You're a teacher.

Uh, where did you get
the money for your bid?

I have something
better than money.

I come here with
only the hopes and dreams

of the Venezuelan people
to trade.

- That's hilarious.
- That's lovely.

We'll take that.

Oh, geez.
No sweater, huh?

No.

Oh. Oh!
Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna just check
my e-mail real quick.

Mm, okay.

Well, I'm gonna
go call the kitchen,

make sure they're not
goofing around.

Yeah, you go
get them, Peggy.

Yeah.

I'm your worst damn nightmare.

I'm a dirty cop!

So you -- excuse me.

Got to take this.

Hardison.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
What's happening, baby?

I just sent you
a photo of a room.

If you were gonna hide
a super-secret computer file,

where would you put it?

- Okay. Look. You see that frame on the desk?
- Mm-hmm.

- It's probably in the frame.
- Mm.

- P-Parker, are you still with that guy?
- Thanks.

Parker? Parker?

It's all better.

I should get
one of these.

- Mm-hmm?
- Yeah.

Family photos
can go on there,

- a picture of my cat.
- How clever.

It's perfect.
I have so many photos of her.

Hmm.

I could put those on,
even like a little video,

where she's, like,
cleaning herself.

- Oh. Whoops.
- Hmm? Ahh.

You want to hit
that dance floor?

Mm, yeah. Yeah.

I'm checking
the South tower.

Hola.

You know what?

I don't think my friend
told them about the sweater.

Cruz, check in.
Cruz, report.

Cruz, are you there?

Oh, come on.

I got him.
South elevator.

Peggy, stand back.

Okay.

Let's go.

You don't know
anything about cats.

I don't know about you,

but I could sure use
another drink.

Who are you?

I'm Peggy. CatFan772.

- No, it's TabbyFan76.
- Oh, yeah.

And the short con's
not your game.

No, you got the cocktail dress.
You picked the lock.

The picture frame.
You're a thief.

A great one.

Now, relax.
This doesn't have to get ugly.

I'm gonna cut you in,
say, for... 20%?

20%?

20%?

Are you kidding me?
I did everything.

You couldn't even operate
a thumb drive.

Parker,
remember why we're here.

Right.

Remind me.

The hopes and dreams
of the Venezuelan people.

Oh, look, Peggy,
whatever the hell your name is,

I have been on this job
for months.

My hacker buddy did
the encryption on that data,

and he tipped me off.

All you did was --

I don't want money.

You don't?

No.

I want you to give the thumb
drive to professor Garcia

for free.

Why?

Because it's
the right thing to do.

Well, at least I know
you're not a cop.

Parker, tell Mattingly
to wait five minutes.

He'll get his money.

Don't move.

Oh, look, no sign
of rich Texan --

must have got cold feet --

which means the only briefcase
full of cash is there.

All right, you start a fire
in the kitchen.

I grab the briefcase.
We use the crowd for cover.

I was thinking something
a little less... trample-y.

Let's work with what we've got.

Two identical briefcases.

You want to do
a kick switch.

Yes.

I'll peel Escobar away
from his bodyguard,

and you -- wait.
I...

It's still my idea.

Ooh, waiter.

I -- what have you got there?
I'm starving.

- Here you go.
- Thank you -- oh! I'm so sorry.

I just -- I --
I stumbled.

But thanks.
I got it now. Thanks.

Tell Mattingly professor Garcia
is ready to make a deal.

You got this
from a teacher?

That must have been
some bake sale.

Thumb drive.

Yeah, yeah,
I'm a man of my word.

That's the real deal.

The estimates on that are 30%
lower than the official numbers.

It's a game-changer.

Hey, hey.

It's gonna be real hard
to count that money

with five broken fingers.

You got me all wrong.

Really?

'Cause I'd say you're
a second-story man

who doesn't care about anything
besides his next score.

Look, I'm glad this is going
to the good guys for once.

I really am.
But this is my job.

And I have people
depending on me,

so let's just leave it
at that, yeah?

Well, I better go
find my friend Peggy.

Who?

TabbyFan76.

She really likes cats.

Yeah, a lot.
She has like seven.

Hey, look,
I never got your real name.

Oh. Parker.

Wait, not the Parker?

Where on earth did you learn
to tango like that?

Indiana.

Octavio, I am many things,
but I am not a liar.

Hmm.

Well, unfortunately,
I have to go.

Now? Why?

Business.

Dance with your boyfriend
the way you just did with me.

If he ignores you,

then you will know
he is gay.

Escobar's on the move.

Sophie,
you stay on Escobar.

I'm gonna look for Peggy
and make things right.

I have him.

It's Mattingly...
without the briefcase.

That dirty double-dealer.

Where'd he get
a second thumb drive?

You couldn't even operate
a thumb drive.

I could put those on,
even like a little video,

- where she's, like, cleaning herself.
- Oh.

Hmm?

He's not clumsy.

He's a dirty liar.

Yeah.

A dirty liar who's
about to open a briefcase

with nothing
but a tape recorder in it.

Wait, I -- I switched out
the briefcases.

What's going on?

I don't know,
but I'm gonna find out.

Peggy?

It's the rich Texan.

Escobar must have stolen
his briefcase.

Escobar looked confident.

We figured that meant
he had a million.

It turns out it was because
he planned to steal the money

from the highest bidder
and pocket the rest.

He must have stashed
the oil guy's money.

Escobar's on the move.

And after the switch, he used
that money to pay Mattingly.

Hmm.

We're done.

I told you I don't like people
who waste my time,

Mr. Mattingly.

This isn't your money,
Escobar.

You stole it
from the oil guy.

And now you've got
the thumb drive,

giving your cartel clients
leverage

of the Venezuelan
government,

so... yeah.

We're done.

He's got both briefcases
full of money now.

Parker, what should we --
he's mine.

Hey. Do you think Escobar
realizes that we ripped him off?

Thank you.

Would you drink
to losing $500k?

Wait a minute. What?

Why would you pay a briefcase
full of cash for something

and then throw it away?

I've only seen this happen
one other time before,

in Odessa.

What happened
in Odessa?

There was a bomb
in Odessa.

Hey.

Hey, I can explain.

- Too late.
- Let him go.

Parker.

I thought
I had you all wrong,

that you had people
depending on you.

I do! I've got two ex-wives,
a bookie, and a barkeeper.

Well, to be fair, the last two
are the same guy, but --

We've got
bigger problems.

Escobar doesn't work
for the cartel anymore.

He works for
the Venezuelan government.

That doesn't make sense.

Why would the government pay
for their own data?

They don't want to buy it.

They want to blow it up,

along with everybody else
in this building.

They can blame the bombings
on professor Garcia,

call him a terrorist.

Bye-bye, opposition leader.
Bye-bye, thumb drive.

Everything tied up
with a nice bow.

All thanks to you.

Well, this was just supposed
to be a simple stop-and-shop.

Yeah, you're pretty good
at running one of those.

Let's see how you are
at finding a bomb.

Okay,
this place is huge.

Where would Escobar
hide it?

Well, Escobar is too smart
to bring it himself.

He would have hired
a subcontractor.

It would have to be someone
with unlimited access,

maybe a high-level
diplomat.

Yes.
Or the exact opposite.

Thank you.

The first thing
any waiter learns

is how to hold a tray
with one hand.

It's a little thin.

Wait, no. I remember the waiter
you're talking about.

Ma'am?
Don't call me ma'am!

- All right, that food can't go out.
- No, no.

So I need to --

So where is this guy?

Peggy, one of your waiters
is not who he says he is.

You mean the worst waiter that ever lived?
Yeah, I see him.

Hey, guys, can you clear out,
please, just for a second?

Everybody, clear out.
Thanks.

No, no. No, no, no,
don't.

She hung up.

Hey, skinny jeans.
Where do you think you're going?

I was --
I thought I could --

Uh-huh. No.
Uh, who hired you?

Uh, I've got my paperwork over
there in my bike messenger bag.

You know what? You're not going anywhere
until I figure out what's going on here.

That knife was part
of a set!

Look, we got to get out of here!
Let me ask you something.

Why can't
a small business owner...

who happens to like cats...
find a nice guy?!

- Aah! Aah!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You can finish him
later, okay?

For now, we just need
to ask him a question.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Okay, okay. Okay, okay.

It's okay. Okay.

Oh, geez. Can somebody
get this guy some ice?

It's in a serving cart?
Which one?

He doesn't know. He was just
paid to bring it upstairs.

The one that would block
any survivors from escaping.

Uh... okay.

How do we do defuse it?

- You're asking me?
- Well, you were in the army.

You stole paintings.
That doesn't mean you know how to draw.

All right, Parker,
clear the room.

Be subtle.

Oh.

Ka-boom!

Got your attention!
Okay!

I'm Meg Dawson.
I am your party planner.

And this is Chaz,
and we are here to tell you

that the fireworks are
about to begin!

Yes, that's right, Meg.

The colors
of the Venezuelan flag

are about
to light up the sky,

yellow, red,
and... blue with stars.

Stars. Stars.

So if you could all just file
out in an orderly fashion...

Now, yeah.

Más rápido.

Sophie,
what's the plan?

Who needs this many dogs!
Aah!

Whew! Whew!

Get! Get your --
get your ass --

What?! I'm busy!

Look, I just sent you
a picture.

Oh, let me guess. It's a picture
of another handsome dude.

Aah! Aah!

Okay, it's a bomb.
Um... whoa.

Yes, it's a bomb.

Now just stop playing
with that dog and help us!

That -- that's
a Radicova night train.

Um, it's
very sophisticated work.

Okay, you see --
you see, the, uh --

the three wires
on the front panel?

Yes.

I need you to do this.
L-listen.

Cut those wires
in this sequence --

uh, um, primer, reactor,
ignition timer.

But -- but -- but first you got
to figure out which one is which.

So get a nail clipper.
Strip the wires.

The live one --
that's the ignition timer.

Yes, right, but --
but don't cut it yet.

Strip. Strip the wires, okay?

If you cut it,
the bomb will blow.

Are you still with me
so far?

Three wires in sequence.

Strip, don't cut.

I-I-I don't know
if y'all are gonna make it.

That is the first thing
we've agreed on all night.

Look. Look. Um, okay,
you see the -- you see the...

We did it.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Oh!

- Okay.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

It's not every day I get
to be this close to Parker.

Five years ago,
I was casing out

the Chácara Do Céu museum
in Rio,

and you boosted a Matisse
right in the middle of carnival.

- It's...
- Yeah.

I'm -- I'm not
that big on parties.

So the word is you got
out of the game.

No, no,
I-I'm still in the game.

I just play
by a different set of rules.

I was told you have
something for me.

Uh...

You can thank him.

May God bless you

and grant the people
of Venezuela

their hopes and dreams.

So, stealing,
not for yourself,

but for other people's hopes
and dreams and whatnot.

So, I guess
what you're saying is

that sometimes bad guys...
don't have to be so bad.

Yeah.

Hey, before the cops
get here,

I got something for you.

Alice, yeah, it's okay.

You were
just looking out for me.

- And now I know your secret.
- You do?

Yeah. You're a spy.

Mm. That's right.
I am a spy.

What a relief.
Whew.

And that is
why I cannot tell you

anything else
about what I do.

Mnh-mnh.
National security.

Oh, yeah, of course.
Of course. I get it.

Oh, I just wish Escobar
hadn't gotten away, right?

Oh, he won't get far.

Going somewhere?

You can't arrest us.
We've done nothing wrong.

I got attempted murder,
kidnapping,

grand theft.

Grand theft of what?

That's him.
I want my money, Escobar.

I don't even have his money.
I don't even have his money.

Ugh!

You know,
all I wanted to do tonight

was meet
a really nice guy.

But I guess I helped stop a
bombing, so that's pretty good.

Cheers.

Mmm.
Well, I'm gonna go.

But I will see you
next week at book club.

Okay, "The Contortionist's
Daughter."

I am loving it,
and I will see you there.

Okay, great.

All right.

Oh, and you know what?
Marge, you should come, too.

Ah. Okay.

Marge?

I had to come up with something.
I know. I know.

Listen, Parker.

I wanted to apologize
about giving you

the cold shoulder
about Hardison earlier.

Oh, that's okay.

I think
I figured it out.

- You did?
- Yeah.

I mean, I was
worried at first,

'cause Hardison and I are
different, the stuff we like.

But I just spent all night
with Mattingly,

a guy who likes
all the same stuff I do.

And you know what?

It would have been
more fun with Hardison.

So I guess
the same is boring.

Where is Mattingly,
anyway?

Oh, he took the cab
behind us.

I thought that was
Tara's cab.

Yeah, it was.

The things we do
for friends.