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(Police radio chatter)

(Rise Against's
"Disparity By Design" playing)

(Siren wailing)

♪ All the way at the bottom ♪

♪ of the barrels we cry out ♪

♪ so ashamed of our tears ♪

♪ that we blame only ourselves ♪

♪ that's when they win ♪

(Tires screech)

♪ To lift up our chins ♪

♪ these playing fields
are level ♪

♪ we all have a chance ♪

♪ with that they dismiss
the fast lanes they rode ♪

♪ in which access depends
on who you know ♪

(Grunts)

♪ Whose daughter are you?
Whose fortunate son? ♪

(Man) Stop! Stop resisting!

(Man) Get off of me!

♪ And piece from the letters ♪

It's a setup!

John Bosley,
you're under arrest.

I was framed!

You're wanted in six states

on counts of kidnapping,
extortion, and murder.

Listen to me. I'm innocent!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you

in a court of law.

♪ Is this an overreaching arm? ♪

(Charlie) Once upon a time,
there were three young women

who got into very big trouble.

Now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

♪

Charlie's Angels 1x06 Black Hat Angels

Sync & Corrected By Ali's Ultimately

(Footsteps approach)

The "City of Romance."

Miami?

Paree.

Aha.

- Paris.
- Mm-hmm.

Ever been there?

No one's invited me yet.

You got a postcard.

No message. That's strange.

Someone sent you
a blank postcard?

Yeah. They only put
my name and address on it.

That's a little cryptic, huh?

John Eduardo Bosley.

Well, one mystery's solved.

I now know that
your middle name is "Eduardo".

I like to keep my private life
private.

Okay.

I'm just saying, maybe someone's
trying to connect with you.

Maybe it's your lost love
trying to heat things up again.

Not possible.

Trust me.

(Kate) Really?

(Abby and Kate laugh)

Mm!

So we couldn't decide

if we wanted to start the day
with caffeine or carbs.

Yeah, so we went with both.

(Bosley) Nice.

We should get to work.

Okay.

(Charlie) Good morning, angels.

(Angels) Good morning, Charlie.

So what do you have
for us today?

A missing person's case.

You know, we seem to get
a lot of those, Charlie.

We do, and you know why?

Because when you're good at what
you do, the word gets around.

But I think you'll find
this latest assignment unique.

Who are we tracking down?

I've taken the liberty
of downloading some imagery

to help answer that question.
Bosley, would you mind?

Already on it.

(Beep)

Downtown Miami.
Is this a surveillance job?

(Eve) - No, it can't be.
- That's a drawing.

An incredibly detailed one.

It was drawn by our victim,
an artist named Lee Bowen.

Yeah, it's amazing.
He drew this from memory.

Lee had only seen the city once,

from a window on an airplane
when he first arrived.

He was just 12 years old.

Lee is 24 now.

He disappeared two weeks ago.

He's a living camera.

(Bosley) And now he's gone.

(Kate) You suspect foul play?

Well, it's too easy
to rule anything out.

Lee Bowen has no enemies
and very few friends.

He's a lonely genius.

Lonely but not alone.

Our client is his agent...
Zoe Sinclair.

She'll be counting on you,
angels.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Have a seat.

Please. Continue.

Lee is the...

kindest and gentlest man
I've ever met.

The police are doing
everything they can,

but there's nothing
to work with.

There's no ransom note.
There's no phone call.

You think he's been kidnapped.

Yes.

He's not the type
to just disappear.

He has a unique talent. That
could be a motive for someone.

Lee's one of a kind,
in many ways.

Doesn't care about money
or career.

Just lives to draw.

If he didn't have me
looking out for his interests,

anybody could take advantage
of him.

He's like a brother to me.

Where did you see him last?

He usually doesn't leave
his apartment.

Although...

Every detail helps.

There's one gallery owner

that's been interested
in Lee's work.

Too interested.

What do you mean?

He tried to poach him
as a client...

Aggressively.

But he didn't just want
to showcase Lee's work.

He wanted exclusive rights.
I couldn't let that happen.

What was the name
of the gallery owner?

Stephen Loescher.

The Loescher Gallery.

I know the place.
Pricey stuff.

He sells high-end artwork
to the superrich.

And you said Lee can copy
anything in perfect detail.

A talent like that could
be worth millions

to an art dealer
looking to sell forgeries.

There's only one way
to find out.

You guys hit the gallery,

and I'll check Lee's apartment
for any signs of a break-in.

Let's go shopping.

(Shifts gears, turns off engine)

(Clears throat)

Oh. Welcome to
the Loescher Gallery.

Uh, we usually don't
accept appointments

on such short notice.

Well, thanks awfully.

The wife and I are down from
the Hamptons only for the day.

Yes, you see,

we both have a rather
artistic streak ourselves.

So we're looking for something
bold with lots of color.

Well, you're in luck.

We have some wonderful things
down here.

The, uh, prices are
on the wall...

In the millions, of course.

My God, it's hot as hell
in here.

Uh, sorry about
the air conditioning.

We're having it fixed.

Yes, Miami sun's a killer,
isn't it?

This one here is
my personal favorite. Uh...

Do you have any Bowen?

Mm. Well, I know Basquiat,
Bacon. But Bowen?

No, my darling man.
You know Bowen.

Lee Bowen?

Perhaps I could interest you
in another artist.

Perhaps you can't.

Lee Bowen's gone missing.
We're here to get him back.

Well, why come to me?

I can't remember the last time
I talked to him.

We do.

We checked your phone records.

You're the last person Lee
spoke to before he disappeared.

That means nothing.

This does.

We have a picture we lifted off
a security camera

from outside Lee's apartment
the same day he went missing.

Does that help?

Tell us where he is.

I think you should leave
immediately.

Not happening
unless you give us information.

Who are you people?

Last chance. You tell us
what happened to Lee,

or I shoot.

(Kate) She's not playing.

I told you.
I don't know where he is.

Do it.

Uhh!

(Gasps)

(Bosley) Paintball guns.

Harmless.

Unless you're made of paint.

I told you I have
an artistic streak.

That painting is worth
$1 million!

Not anymore. Where's Lee Bowen?

No?

(Gunshots)
No! No!

Oh! All right!

Please. Please!

I don't know!

My darling, your choice.

Hmm, that looks expensive.

(Click)

No. No!
(Gunshots)

No! No!

Talk to us, Mr. Loescher.

We have plenty
of paintballs left.

And I am ready to go
full-blown Jackson Pollack.

(Grunts) No!

Okay. Okay. All right.

They... they found out about me.

I-I don't know how.
It was extortion.

Wait, slow down.
Who found out about what?

Uh, I might've sold
some dodgy Warhols in the '90s.

I-I thought I'd gotten away
with it until last week.

Out of nowhere,

I got an e-mail with documents
I-I had buried years ago.

What did they make you do?

Well, they wanted an artist,
a human machine.

I don't know what for.
I didn't ask.

(Sighs) I told them about Lee.

- Now he's gone.
- 'Cause you set him up.

Tell us who pulled the strings.

Well, I never met him.
Uh, not in person.

Whoever it was,
he knew everything about me.

I have an e-mail. Uh...
Please, take it.

Please, go.

(Camera shutter clicks)

You've ruined
some very important work today.

(Chuckles) No, we didn't.

(Cellophane ripping)

Lee Bowen's apartment
came up empty,

so whoever took him made the
grab somewhere else. (Beeping)

Well, that tracks.
Loescher set him,

and then the kidnappers
snatched him

where they couldn't be traced.

Loescher was just a middle man.

Well, somebody got dirt on him.

And forced him
to hand over Lee Bowen.

Whoever it is, they made things
really easy for me.

This e-mail address gives us
a direct line to their identity.

Address, date of birth,
bank accounts.

So who's our bad guy?

(Beeping continues)

It's you.

My identity
has been stolen, Charlie.

Your security system is
one of the best in the world.

How many hackers are good enough
to have gotten through?

Not many.

This has to be more
than a coincidence, boss.

Definitely.

First kidnapping,
then extortion,

now identity theft.

I have a feeling whoever stole
your identity

kidnapped Lee Bowen.

And is leaving a trail
that leads back to you.

This case has all the signs
of a personal vendetta.

John, can you think of anyone
from your past

who would want to hurt you?

Just some ex-girlfriends,
the CIA,

and every dirty billionaire
from Europe to North America

since 1997.

Don't forget the mafia.

Human traffickers.

Drug dealers.

Drug dealers hate you.

Your good work has placed you
in the crosshairs

of some very bad people.

This is different.

If I get punched or shot at,
I'm okay with that, but hacked?

My firewalls have firewalls.

Do you have any idea
who could have done this to you?

I have my suspicion.

I need to be sure.

Well, we're in.

Where do we start?

Where it all began.

Thank you for coming in.

It might be nothing,
but your laptop

could hold the key
to our investigation.

You see? This always
happens to me.

You mind if I try?

Oh, please, be my guest.

Let's see...

I swear, sometimes I think
computers just hate me.

(Laughs) They're not
as tough as they look.

Just think of your laptop
as a real-life office.

There's files, documents,

and trash.

Trash?

Is that what you wanna
look through?

Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy.

You'd be surprised what
a detective will dig through

to find a solid clue.

Check it out. All right.

Your connections to
the art world make it possible

that you might have had contact
with the kidnapper

without ever knowing it.

I'm glad I came to you.

It's been difficult.

You don't know what it's like
to lose someone so close to you.

You'd be surprised.

Nothing.

Does that mean
we hit a dead end?

Not at all.

Townsend Agency
is just getting warmed up.

You know, if I was
an identity thief

with access
to Bosley's account,

I would be on a major
spending spree right now.

- Me, too.
- We're just saying.

None of this case
has been normal yet.

It just doesn't make sense.

Records show
that my bank account

hasn't even been touched.

They didn't take anything, huh?

Not a dime.

Why would you bother to hack
into somebody's account,

set up a line of credit,
and then not buy anything?

Wait a minute.

What's this?
(Beep)

Looks like the fake John Bosley

got himself
a safety deposit box.

(Bosley) Right here in Miami.

(Kate) High security.

You know the words
"high" and "security"

are like catnip to me?

Could be a trap.

I prefer to think of it
as a challenge.

You tell that Coral Gables bitch

I'm buying her out
whether she likes it or not.

Ms. Depesta?

Yeah, I don't care
if she's my sister.

Get it done.

Carl Rogers. Branch Manager.

(Clears throat)

I got the call
about our platinum box.

Mm.

I'm eager to show you
to our vault.

If you could just wait here
one minute.

Yeah, I don't do "wait."

We only allow
a limited number of customers

in our vault
at any one time and...

This guy is late.

Fine.

Please.

Thank you.

You have eyes and ears
on the floor.

Kate's in the surveillance van.

Thank you.

(Beeping)

(Door clicks, rumbles)

(Door creaks)

Your platinum box,
number 1976, is right here.

Our vault door, when locked,

will remain sealed
for a full five minutes.

(Door creaks, rumbles)

(Door bangs closed)

Like so.

Impressive.

It's all about security.

(Beeping)

We've got trouble.

(Eve) What kind of trouble?

Explosive.

A brick of C4 primed
to blow in 30 seconds.

(Beeping continues)

Eve, get everybody out
of the building now.

Already on it.

Ladies and gentlemen,
listen up!

We have a situation.

I need you to evacuate
the building immediately.

Move quickly and calmly,
people. Let's go!

Go!

Hell of a time for a manicure.

If you gotta go,
go out in style, right?

Come on.
Give me a hand.

Get down!

(Carl) What are you doing?

Stay down!

How you doing?

Everyone here is safe.
How about you?

Eve, you have to get out
of the building now.

We still have problems, okay?

And company.
(Woman) Hello, John.

- This is Oswald.
- Who the hell is Oswald?

If you're hearing this message,

you now have 10 seconds
to live.

And I want you to die knowing
you paid for what you did.

- There is justice.
- Can you do this?

We'll see in 5 seconds.

4...
3...

Damn it. Come on.

(Snap)

(Both gasp)

(Laughs)

(Panting)

That was close.

Almost had me worried.

Please. It's me.

(Whispers) Okay.

(Beeping)

Bomb is reactivating!

Get down.

(Fire alarm beeping)

Bosley? Abby? Talk to me.

I managed to snag
these cell phone fragments

before police closed the scene.

(Abby) Yeah, we don't have
much to go on.

Well, at least you two
are still alive.

(Beep) Find something?

Well, it looks like Oswald
gave up a partial print.

(Abby) So he wore gloves

to convert the cell phone
to a detonator...

But not while
handling the S.I.M. card.

He must've thought the phone
would be destroyed

during the blast.

Now I can track
the fingerprint, but...

(Beep) It still doesn't
answer the real question.

Who is Oswald?

Oswald is my former partner
in computer crime.

We were black hats.

"Black hats"?

Cyber slang for "bad guys."
Hackers.

But I thought you were a lone
wolf in your bad old days?

I was for a while.

Then I met Oswald online.

Yeah, those online dating sites
never really work out, do they?

I'd just broken into
the Bank of Berlin.

Started downloading funds

until I realized someone else
had beaten me to it.

Oswald.

I was impressed.

Made direct contact,

even told him
how he could hide his tracks

once he pulled out the cash.

So how long
did you two work together?

Two years.

It's an eternity
in computer time.

And we were a perfect team.

He could break down
any firewall,

and I was the best
at rewriting code.

We pulled off
some major scores.

What was Oswald really like?

Never met him.

You worked that closely
with a man

you've never met
face-to-face?

Well, I guess
it's not that strange, right?

I mean, we've never
met Charlie face-to-face.

True.

Finally, we went after
our biggest heist...

Bank of London.

Except this time,
the authorities were ready.

Police broke down my door.
I barely got away.

But I'm guessing Oswald didn't.

He evaded the police,

but word is he cut a deal
with the Russian mob

to go underground.

A deal like that
comes with a high price.

Yeah, at least a jail term
ends eventually.

The mob never lets you go.

Oswald probably escaped
and now he wants payback.

Yeah.

But why Lee Bowen?

Why kidnap an artist?

(Beep)

A fingerprint that leads
to a condo lease.

High-end rentals demand
criminal background checks.

If it is Oswald, the print is
real and the identity is fake.

Let's go pay him a visit...

Unannounced.

Clear.

(Abby) Nobody's home.

We're too late.

Not necessarily.

Uh, Bos, be careful.

Yeah, the last thing
you opened went "boom."

Oswald thinks I died
in the bank bombing.

For once I'm ahead of him,
and I plan to keep in that way.

And what are you doing?

Turning the tables.

Oswald always liked
to keep an eye on things.

This whole setup in here,
all these screens,

they're his eyes.

Betcha he didn't even
change his password.

(Chuckles)

Bingo.

Old habits die hard.

Oh, my God, it's Lee Bowen.

(Abby) He's shackled
to the stool.

He's a prisoner.

What's all that stuff
around him?

Bos, can you zoom in?

Already on it.

Looks like some kind
of engraving tools.

Abandoned location, you guys.

Lee Bowen could be anywhere.
He's not alone.

Who is that?

Zoe Sinclair.

She was never Lee's agent.

Oh, my God.
Zoe Sinclair is Oswald.

Our own client set us up.

You know, I'm actually
kind of impressed.

She hires us
and leads us into a trap?

To kill Bosley.

Gotta say, Bos, you're
looking good for a dead man.

Thanks to you.

Only question now is,
what's she up to?

(Kate) Moving merchandise.

And plenty of it.
Yeah, but what kind?

And where does a genius artist
fit into her plan?

She spotted us.

(Clatter)

(Typing)

Bosley.

Hello, Zoe.

Or should I say "Oswald"?

John Bosley.

Still alive. I'm impressed.

I live to surprise.

Don't flatter yourself.

All those years
of hacking together,

and you still thought
I was a man.

I just thought
you were dangerous.

You were right.

If you're thinking about
tracking my location

off the camera feed,

don't waste your time.

You always did plan ahead.

And I see that you have
some new women in your life.

Let's hope they're less
expendable

than your last companion.

Did you get the postcard
from Paris?

It wasn't easy
copying her handwriting,

but I managed.

Whose handwriting, Bos?
Who's she talking about?

Forget it. She's just messing
with me. It's what she does.

Such loyalty.

It's nice to see
you still inspire that

in the women around you.

You came a long way
for revenge, Oswald.

Too bad you didn't get it.

Revenge is just part
of the game, John.

If you're trying a trace,
you have less than 60 seconds.

Doesn't leave me
a lot of time to warn you.

Warn us?

It's John Bosley
you have to look out for.

Bad things happen
to the women in his life.

You really think
we're gonna listen

to someone who just
tried to kill us?

You don't have to take
my word for it.

Just ask Elizabeth.

They don't know?

Shame on you, Bosley,

keeping secrets
from your partners...

Again.

We both took a lot of risks
in Europe, Oswald.

I never meant
for you to suffer.

You abandoned me.

I lost three years of my life

to the Russian mob
before I escaped,

and you were living it up
in Miami.

You're gonna pay
for what you did to me, John.

See you in heaven... angels.

Bos, tell me
you got her location.

Oswald timed it just right.

She got off in under a minute.
(Sighs)

No one can trace that signal
in less time.

Except for me.

You got it, didn't you?

Got her location

and everything she could ever
put on a hard drive.

You are the best.

Okay, come on.

We have a black hat to catch.

This is it.

I'll cover the perimeter.

What does a cyber hacker
need dryers for?

Let's ask Oswald.

Lee Bowen.

I'll get Lee.

- We'll get Oswald.
- Go.

Lee. Lee.

(Groans) Is anyone else here?

(Breathing heavily) It's okay.

I'm one of the good guys.
Anybody else here?

Good. All right.

(Groans)

All right, trust me...

You're gonna be okay.

(Helicopter whirring)
My name is...

(Man) John Bosley!

This is the police!

You're under arrest.

Get your hands in the air now!

Step away from that man!

Okay.

Officers, I'm a licensed
private detective.

Whoa, whoa!
Hands where I can see 'em!

- Okay, okay, don't shoot!
- Hold it! Drop the weapons!

- Drop 'em!
- Get the guns out of our faces.

- Kick 'em aside.
- Identify yourselves.

Okay, I'm reaching
for my badge.

What do they got?

(Siren wailing)

P.I.s. Looks legit.

Townsend Agency. You should
look it up sometime.

I have a warrant for
the arrest of John Bosley.

Let me guess.

That warrant just came through
your computers right now, right?

- Yeah. So?
- We're dealing with

one of the best
computer hackers in the world.

Goes by the alias "Oswald."

She broke though your systems

and trumped some
fraud charges on me, okay?

I'm innocent.

Give me some proof.

This man is a kidnap victim.
He just rescued him.

Yeah, you want proof?
You talk to him.

It's true.
I was kidnapped. I...

I had to make these.

Yeah. Look.

See?

Look at all this stuff here.
(Siren continues wailing)

That's why Oswald
needed an artist.

He needed to make a plate
for counterfeit $100 bills.

Look, the real criminal's
getting further away

every second you guys
keep us here.

Officers, listen...

My name is Kate Prince.

I served six years
Miami law enforcement,

two undercover.

Work with us.

This man is innocent.

We're all after
the same criminal here.

Help us bust her.
You get the collar.

Pull up his A.P.B.

Yes, sir.

This guy's seriously dirty,
captain.

Wanted in six states.

I told you, you've been hacked.

He killed a cop in Georgia.

- Take him.
- Yes, sir.

Hey, guys.

Oh!

Aah!

Come on!

(Pulley rattling)

(Siren wailing)

(Tires screech)

(Grunts)

Stop resisting!

Get off of me!

It's a setup!

John Bosley,
you're under arrest.

I was framed!

You're wanted in six states

on counts of kidnapping,
extortion, and murder.

Listen to me! I'm innocent!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you

in a court of law.

Get him out of here.

(Engine starts)

(Siren wailing, tires peal)

(Siren wailing, tires screech)

(Siren stops)

(Grunts)

Nice work.

Your hot wiring skills
came in handy.

Yep, didn't need 'em.

Cops left the keys
in the ignition.

Thanks for the heads up
on the cops, by the way.

Yeah, sorry about that.
I've been tracking Oswald.

She's getting away with millions
in counterfeit cash.

No, she hasn't.
You have an iPad?

Yes.

We still have time to nail her.

(Closes car door)

(Cell phone rings)

Talk to me, Bos.

Kate, I'm synching all the files
I copied from Oswald's condo

directly to you.
You get it?

(Beeping) Yeah, we got it.

Okay, we're on the same page,
now what?

Check under "recent searches."

I've unlocked
all of Oswald's history.

- We can see everything.
- Okay.

What are we looking for, bos?

Her exit strategy.

Looks like Oswald
chartered a flight to Rio

- under an alias.
(Eve) - Of course she did.

I'm plotting a route from
our location to the airport

as we speak.

That's a lot of real estate.

- She could be anywhere.
- No worries.

She's running out of options.

Plus, I know
just how to pin her down.

Let us know
when you're ready to roll.

The chartered flight
is a shipping company.

Found a first-class commercial
ticket under the same name.

Air Rio flight 159
departing Miami International...

has just been cancelled.

Or so she thinks.

Nice hacking, buddy.

Thank you.

All right. Here comes
the good part...

She's gonna be pissed.

(Beep)

(Cell phone rings)

What are you doing, John?

Just thought I'd wish you
a pleasant flight.

You can't stop me. I've printed
enough money for a lifetime...

A lifetime you owe me.

Uh, Bos.
We found her.

Let's go.

(Engines start)

(Tires screech, siren wails)

Give it up, Oswald.

You've tried killing me,
framing me.

You hit me with your best shot
and I'm still here.

When do you admit you've lost?

Game's not over, John.

Come and get me.

I know your weak spot...

It's the women you care about.

And that's where
I'm gonna hit you.

There she is.

(Siren wailing)

(Brakes screech)

(Brakes screech)

(Tires screech)

We got her!

Let's go!

Wait, wait, wait! Stop!

She's already gone.
It's a trap.

(Charlie)
I'm very impressed, angels.

Oswald didn't get away with
a single counterfeit dollar.

But she did get away.

- Only for now.
- We'll get her some day.

Well, the best part is,

Bosley's fake criminal
record has been expunged.

Oswald's bogus warrants
look convincing

until you cross-reference them.

What about Lee Bowen?

He's safe. Back at home
and back to work.

Well done, angels.

- Thanks, Charlie.
- Thank you, Charlie.

Well, I guess
that wraps up everything.

Almost.

Bos...

I know you said you keep your
private life private, but...

Elizabeth.

Yes.

You can talk to us,

if you want.

I was madly in love.

Elizabeth was the real thing.

I mean...

But, uh, she...

turned down a dark path

and, uh...

I lost her.

She died?

I did everything I could
to stop her.

I thought love was enough.

After that, I...

I went off the rails.

Met Oswald and spiraled
right out of control...

Until...
Charlie saved me.

You know, you can't
blame yourself

for what happened
with Elizabeth.

(Exhales)

(Kate) Any time
you wanna talk, Bos,

we're here for you.

All of us.

Thank you, guys.

(Door opens)

Victor Sampson.

When I was told
that I had a visitor,

I wasn't expecting
someone quite so attractive.

Please, have a seat.

Have we met?

Call me Zoe Sinclair.

I'll have a new alias
by tomorrow, anyway.

(Laughs) Right.

Zoe.

So what can a poor,
discredited Wall Street lion

do for you?

Straight down to business.

I like that.

I understand
that you have an interest

in a certain Charles Townsend.

Your daughter Abby
works for him.

How did you know that?

I'm plugged in.

She traded one powerful father
for another.

Look, if you're here for some
sort of pop psychology q & a,

I'm not interested.

I can help you unmask him.

Isn't that what you want?

Now I'm interested.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Zoe Sinclair.

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