All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S02 E02 - Incognito (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

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MAN: All right,
everybody get down!

I said get down!

Not worth the 12
quid an hour, old timer.

Move it! Go!

Move it! Open the door!

Nobody move!

Everybody out! Now!
Move! Move! Move!

You, get on the ground!

All of you on the ground!

Ladies and gentleman,
you're New Yorkers.

You know how this works.

Two minutes!

It's a beautiful sight.

Yes, it is.

Beautiful.

All right.

Time to go.

I'm out of here.

Your job was to
kill both of them.

He'll be dead in five
minutes. I did my job.

You better make sure
'cause he's seen our faces.

Do him.

WOMAN: I don't know;
you were here before I was...

WOMAN 2: Cappuccino
with soy, I ordered that.

Hi.

No, it was a short doppio

with four full
pumps of hazelnut.

Four full pumps.

I It's Anne-Marie. I-I
had a regular mocha

with whipped cream.

Just a second. Excuse me!

This isn't soy. Oh,
sorry. Excuse me.

Hey, Deedie, what's the problem?

My pen stopped writing.

Is my drink ready?

"Luca"? I can't
remember the orders.

I got it. Are you ready? Yeah.

Gordon back here, he's having
a triple espresso, easy foam.

Tammy-Lynn is having
a green tea latte with soy.

We got a regular mocha
with whipped cream for Lance.

Luca is having an
unsweetened jumbo iced coffee.

And Anne-Marie
back here, she's having

a short doppio with
four pumps of hazelnut.

That's four full pumps.

And I'm gonna have
four shots of espresso

over ice with five sugars.

Thank you!

Of course. Can
you make mine first?

I'm kind of in a hurry. Oh, yes.

Hey. I'm ten minutes away.

Iced quad espresso, five sugars.

Okay, bye.

Breakfast of champions.
Okay. Aw! Yes, yes.

All right, triple espresso,
easy foam, coming up.

They got five million in cash

from the Four Aces
Casino in Toronto,

close to eight million
in German bearer bonds

from a bank in San Francisco,

and a half a ton of rhino horns
from a warehouse in Pretoria.

You know, contrary
to popular belief,

rhino horn is actually
not an aphrodisiac.

In case anyone was wondering.

Well, now I'm wondering.

ELIOT: We're talking
three of the richest heists

of the past decade,

all conceived by the
same mastermind.

Kilborn... the man,
the myth, the legend.

Mostly the myth, since
nobody's seen this guy.

Maybe he's not real.
Maybe he's a ghost.

Ghosts don't end up at the
top of the FBI's Most Wanted list.

Kilborn runs his jobs
from behind the scenes.

He never gets his hands dirty.

That's why nobody
knows his identity.

Nobody alive knows his identity.

The RCMP busted a member

of Kilborn's crew in Toronto.

Guy confirmed he was
on the team, that's all.

Got shivved in
prison two days later.

Kilborn kills to stay invisible.

We got chatter that says
Kilborn's next score is here

in Manhattan.

He may be on the
FBI's Most Wanted list,

but he's on our turf.

So we make sure
this is his last job.

What's the target?

That's your job to find out.

Without knowing what he
looks like or what he's after.

Eliot, we're good
but not that good.

I'm that good.

I might be able to help you out.

Eve Steele.

MURRAY: She looks
different in every photo.

ELIOT: Yeah, it's part
of her M.O. She's wanted

out west for a series of heists,

all pretty flashy, in
more ways than one.

She pulled this job in
Phoenix, six weeks ago.

Eve's a chemical
expert... She used thermite

on the armored car. Wow.
You gotta admire her tradecraft.

You and ATF both.

They passed along a tip to us
that Eve's working for Kilborn.

This is the hottest lead
anyone's ever had on him.

Eve arrives by bus today.

You'll be there to
grab her... Discreetly.

WOMAN: Last call for
boarding bus number...

She's probably
changed her appearance.

No match so far.

Jay, you got any
more photos for us?

JAY: Uploading now.

You know, Carrie, she
kind of looks like you.

Though Eve's auricles
are asymmetric.

CARRIE: You been
admiring my auricles, Jay?

Well, that's nice to know.

You noticed my eyes.

Auricles are earlobes.

You forget to turn your
memory on this morning?

I remember everything,
Jay, I don't know everything.

Although now I know
you like my earlobes,

which is kind of kinky.

I got her, Al.

Sending Jay a photo.

Firm identity. JAY: Got it.

Running identity match.

Confirm.

Target is Eve Steele.

You're up.

Hey, there.

You look like
you're new in town.

How about I be
your tour guide, huh?

Back off, jackass.
Aw, come on...

Hey, Eve.

I think you've made a mistake.

Mm...

I've seen your work, Eve.

That armored truck job could
send you away for a long time.

I liked you better
as a sleazebag.

Play ball with us
and we can help you

cut a deal in Arizona.

So... what brings
you to New York?

I'm big into architecture.

Frank Gehry mostly.

Things that man
can do with a box.

I doubt he can do much with
the box you're gonna end up in.

You'll do a lot less time, Eve,

if you just tell
us about Kilborn.

What's a Kilborn?

AL: Now, let's talk a
little bit about Arizona.

We're cooked if she lawyers up.

She's not gonna do that.

She asks for a lawyer,

Kilborn knows she's
talking to us and he kills her.

Eve's only goal right
now is staying alive.

Well, nothing in Eve's bag
links to nefarious activity.

No weapons or information
on where she's going.

Anything on her phone? No.

No calls or texts to any numbers
in the greater New York area.

And no e-mails connecting

to anything here. MURRAY:
Well, she's here for Kilborn.

There has to be
evidence connecting them.

Okay, at the bus station, Eve
moved a box off of a red bag.

Now, I thought she was
just looking for her luggage,

but why move the box

when Eve's bag is black?

A message.

There was a name and a number.

I got it.

You got what?

A message from Kilborn.

Hi.

Burnsy's upset
we're not hitting it off.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I should cheer him up.

Take him to this little party

I'm going to at
the Alcazar Hotel,

room 3382, at 5:00 p.m.

Doesn't sound like fun.

Oh, the fun part is when I
arrest everyone in that room

and tell them it
was because of you.

He'll kill me.

AL: Who?

Kilborn.

That name didn't mean
anything to you a minute ago.

Look, Eve, we're going
to the Alcazar Hotel

with or without
your cooperation.

We have ways of protecting you.

From Kilborn?

Don't flatter yourself.

Prison, witness protection,

a monastery in
Tibet, he will find me.

Well, then I guess your
only hope of staying alive

is to help us catch him
before he catches you.

I don't know much.

Honest.

Have you worked for him before?

I've never met him.

He's a real cryptic kind of guy.

But you knew enough
to get instructions

at the bus depot, right?

That message directs
me to the first meet-up.

Kilborn only gives crumbs
of information through the job.

You never get the whole pie.

When were you
supposed to meet him?

I don't think he shows
till we divvy up the score.

Oh, that way, no one can
finger him if the job goes south.

You get any other instructions?

Just not to share any
personal information

with any of the
other crew members.

You can't rat out the others

'cause none of you
know each other's identity.

Smart.

Or not so smart.

Undercover? You
can't go undercover.

We don't even know
who you'll be working with.

That's the point. Nobody on
Kilborn's crew knows each other.

I show up at that
hotel room, I'm Eve.

That's risky, even for us.

Okay, Al, you
know I can do this.

I can. Tell me I'm wrong.

I hope you're not wrong.
I hired you to be right.

I'm going undercover on
Kilborn's crew... as Eve.

Who says, exactly?

We say. Listen,

Kilborn's crew is made
up completely of strangers.

I show up at that
hotel room, I am Eve.

Yeah, but what about
Kilborn? He'll know...

He hired her... you'll be
dead the minute you show up.

No, no... all of our intel says.

Kilborn doesn't show
up until the payoff.

I can handle myself. I can.

Besides, I even
look... kind of like Eve.

Eliot, you want Kilborn,
this is the best way.

So, you agree?

No, I don't.

What?

You don't look like Eve.

You're much
better-looking. Aw...

Here's how it goes down.

Eve's due at the
Alcazar in two hours.

We play it one step at a time.

Carrie doesn't go deeper
till we know she's in the clear.

Anything hinky, we're done.

All right.

But I want eyes
on her at all times.

Put your team together.

: Thank you.

You know who we're dealing with.

Anything goes wrong,

you won't see it coming.

That's what I have you for.

Hey.

How's it going?

Hey.

Oh, just learning everything

I can about Eve. MURRAY: Hmm.

On a personal and
molecular level, I see.

Oh, that?

Yeah, well, apparently

she was a chemical
engineering major in college.

Wow, you're a
pretty quick study.

It kind of comes with the...

the territory.

So you just... you
look at it, and-and...

and, what, it
just goes right in?

Yeah, that's pretty...
that's pretty much it. Whew.

Wow. I can't even remember

what my daughter
wants for dinner tonight.

Hey, listen, there's
some stuff, uh...

that we heard about
Kilborn at the Bureau.

Some things he did to
people who crossed him.

Just be careful, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Thank you.

This is for you.

A barrette? That's not my style.

It's Eve's style.

Okay, but no one
wears barrettes anymore.

Jay loaded a transmitter
in there... it's got GPS, too...

So we can follow and
listen in on all you're doing.

You sure you want
to do this? Yeah.

I've always been
good at role-playing,

in case you forgot.

Believe me, I've tried to.

Why? You make
a very sexy pirate.

Hey, guys. They're
in place at Alcazar.

Anything feels
off, we pull you out.

No need to be a hero.

Since when have I
ever tried to be a hero?

Is this is a "you show me
yours and I'll show you mine"

kind of thing? 'Cause if it is,

you're gonna be
waiting a long time,

but I bet you're used
to that, aren't you?

Who the hell are you?

I can't tell you that.

Don't you know the rules?

Put that away.

Pardon the discourteous welcome.

We weren't expecting
someone so refined.

Mm.

What's a-a five-letter word

for "trout basket"
starting with a...

Whoa, um... Y-You're a...

y-you're a... Sh-She's...

What's the matter?
Is it the first time

in a hotel room with a woman?

It's, um, a pleasure
to meet you.

I'm... No names.

I'm not dying 'cause
of your disregard

for Mr. Kilborn's rules.

I don't like this.

Those guys are
armed and volatile.

She's doing great.

How's the tracking
from her barrette?

It's a strong signal.

Good.

Uh, so, I-I hacked

into the hotel's
system, and, uh,

all minibar charges
are going to room 1243.

But, get this... there
is no room 1243.

So what are we
supposed to do, huh?

Sit and wait?

Do you roll over as well?

And what are you?

Like, the team
masseuse or something?

In your dreams.

He's an irascible
fellow, isn't he?

Though I, too, am curious
about your bona fides.

Well, I'm the chemist.

I mix things and cause mayhem.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Why don't you come over here
and mix me a drink then, Chemist.

Sure.

I'll make you a drink.

What's your poison?

Ah!

Dinner.

He's probably delivering
instructions of some kind.

Kilborn knows his
crew's assembled.

Well, he must be
watching the hotel.

Get me photos of
everyone in the lobby.

He's got to be nearby.

MAN: Copy that.

Oh.

Friends?

Play it.

Who made you boss?

Uh, right.

MAN: Welcome.

Great adventure and
wealth await the four of you.

But only if you do
exactly as I say.

You know what will
happen to you if you don't.

Your anonymity protects you,
so I've assigned you aliases.

They are, based on
your order of arrival:

Arnold, Willis,
Philip and Pearl.

Really.

You'll find boxes under
the trolley containing

all you need for
now. A word of advice:

keep your identities close.

They're your best friends.

How'd he know we were all here?

Because he's watching
us. CARRIE: Apparently

he's been watching
Diff'rent Strokes, too.

"All further
instructions will come

"on these phones.
Next communication

in the morning."

I suggest we all
head to our rooms

and lay low for the evening.

Well, you can come bunk with
me if you care to, sweetheart.

Let me clarify
what I do, Willis.

I create explosives,

corrosive substances, poisons.

Chloral hydrate.

Even the smallest amount

will create seizures,
hallucinations,

loss of bowel control.

Four drops will kill you.
I put two in your drink.

Or maybe it was three.

Here... let me do you a favor.

This is the number
for poison control.

You don't look so good, buddy.

Give me the number.

Give me the number.

Give me the number!

I didn't poison you, numbnuts.

Don't mess with me again.

Excuse me. I'm going to bed now.

Pearl... is a bad-ass.

: Yes, Mr. Arnold,
she most certainly is.

I'm in.

Morning, Jay.

All's quiet at the Alcazar.

You look into the hotel rooms?

Booked by a dummy
corporation out of the Caymans.

I was, however, able to
match the I.D.s of these three

from stills Murray pulled at
the hotel security cameras.

Let me introduce you
to Clay Stites, aka Philip.

Born in Brixton, England, in
and out of Europe's finest prisons.

He enjoys booze,
assault and armed robbery.

His experience will probably
make him team leader.

Next up is Willis,

real name Andy Fotre;
former Army Ranger.

Dishonorably discharged five
years ago for selling steroids.

He has a long sheet, mostly
for home invasion and assault.

Total loose cannon.

And this guy? Tucker Griffin.
We know him as Arnold.

Has a lot of charges for
online fraud and hacking.

NSA investigated him

for penetrating
Department of Defense files,

but couldn't get
anything to stick.

Tech kid's a whiz,
but he's pretty green.

Carrie will pick up on
that and try to work him.

Keep digging. You got it.

CARRIE: All right, so I send
the gas through the vents,

we clear out the
cash and we split.

In and out in four mikes.

Any sign of heat... beat cop,
police cruiser, unmarked car...

We take hostages. A little collateral
damage never hurt anybody.

Well, hopefully it
doesn't come to that.

You lose your nerve in there,
and I will put a bullet in you.

Hey. We're all
pros here, Willis.

Arnold just wants to make
sure the job goes right.

One of us will receive
our escape plan

right before we hit the
bank. Another one will learn

our rendezvous point with
Kilborn after we do the job.

Why can't we just
get all the info now?

Because if I had all the info,

I'd kill you three
and keep the money.

PHILIP: Everyone
lay low until tomorrow.

Don't forget your goodie bags.

Get some rest.

WILLIS: All right...
bring your A.

Yes... we have... here.

Oh.

Well, this is, uh...
this is a prototype.

How'd he get this?

Oh! Hey, that's,
uh, sinister-looking.

Please don't use it on me.

I make no promises.

Arnold, are you sure

you're not in over your
hacker head with all of this?

I'm kind of nervous,
yeah. Uh, this is, uh,

my first time committing a
crime away from my computer.

Well, how'd you get
on Kilborn's radar?

Uh, hacked the wrong
offshore account.

Mm! Just my luck.

Hey, um...

how 'bout we look
out for each other?

Willis and Philip give
me the creeps. Yeah.

They kind of give
me the creeps, too.

Yeah.

Carrie says the target's
a Hudson Mutual branch

on Chambers Street
tomorrow afternoon.

When does Kilborn show? He's
got to get his money at some point.

We're tracking Carrie.
She'll lead us to him

after they rob the bank.

What about the customers
and the employees in the bank?

We can't risk civilians.

Only NYPD plainclothes
will be in there.

This thing goes bad, the mayor's

gonna have me overseeing
parking meters in Staten Island.

It goes right,
you collar Kilborn.

All right.

JAY: Hey, Al, I got his finger.

Whose finger? Kilborn's finger.
At least I think it's his finger.

Um, you know... Okay, Jay,

take a breath.
Right, right, right.

So, I created a little
random data program

and looked into collateral
crimes around the time

of known Kilborn jobs...

You know, stolen vehicles,
unexplained homicides... anyways,

came up with this.

A finger. Kilborn's finger.

Maybe.

I found this dead
guy, Bob Archer,

who was involved in
one of Kilborn's first jobs.

This picture was taken
off of Archer's cell phone

six hours after the
port heist in San Pedro.

It's possible Kilborn's
blocking the photo.

And now you want me to
send out a FINEST message

for a finger? Now I want to
give you the finger... print.

See, got this
killer new software

that can generate
prints from photos.

If we can match it to a print
in the system, we got him.

I like it, Jay.

Keep at it.

AL: Look at this.

Well, Serpico in the flesh.

You sure it's safe
to meet? Yeah.

I took the N train to Times
Square, picked up the A

at Port Authority and
took the 7 to the M3 bus

and back down here... Mata
Hari couldn't have followed me.

You're enjoying
this a little too much.

No. Well, a little bit.

"Upon my secure
hour thy uncle stole,

"With juice from
cursed hebenon in a vial,

"And in the porches
of my ear did pour,

The leperous distilment."

Hamlet. Act 1, Scene 5?

I was Ophelia in
school. Bet you got raves.

Oh, speaking of poison,

the gas you got from
Kilborn, Fentanyl.

The gas that killed all those
people in the Moscow theater.

Oh, my God. So I
replaced the Fentanyl

with Halothane. It's a
much lower level toxin,

and it should knock
the guards out.

Okay.

Remember, Jay's got you
on audio the whole time

from your wire,

and Murray will be right
behind you in a follow car.

No. Kilborn is way
too smart for that.

You got to keep her back,
as far back as possible.

She can follow me on GPS, okay?

Like I said, anything feels bad,

I'm calling it.
We'll pull you out.

Al, you... you're my hero.

I'm gonna put that on a T-shirt.

The fact that the two of you
are still not doing it is beyond me.

PHILIP: Gents and
fair lady, our chariot.

WOMAN: Sounds like they're

getting into a transport.

MURRAY: I've got
'em on the move.

JAY: Where are you,
Al? They're rolling.

Okay, I'm in the park
across from the bank.

Keep me posted.

They're on their way.

Aren't you afraid some witness
is gonna... remember your hair?

Watching out for me.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Give me that.

Kilborn said no personal
items during the job.

This?

It's a barrette,
Willis. I don't care.

Oh, no.

This falls out, it's got
your DNA all over it.

And I am not going down 'cause
you can't follow instructions.

I've lost her. No audio. Murray?

Tracking's gone.

I don't have her.

No one wears barrettes
anymore anyway, right?

We're set in the bank.

Okay, listen to me.

Nobody's a hero today.

The faster we let his
crew finish the job,

the closer we are
to getting Kilborn

and getting Carrie out
of harm's way. Yeah.

What do you mean
the wire's gone?

Willis tossed it. I've
got no GPS signal.

Hold on. It's Jay.

Jay, talk to me.

We got to find that van.

Yeah. Hold on, hold
on. I got something.

Uh, Carrie very wisely gave
me the number to her burner cell.

If I can just find it.

Hold on. Come on.

Come to Jay. Come on.

Yes, they're at 9th and
26th, heading downtown.

I'm on my way.

All right, they're about
ten blocks ahead of me.

I'm guessing ETA at the
bank about ten minutes.

Okay, stay with
them. We're ready.

Hope nobody wants
to phone their mums.

I'm jamming everything

within 50 feet of the van.

Kilborn wants to make
sure our cells aren't traced.

Um... I'm-I'm not
feeling good about this.

I'd be worried if you
were, Mr. Arnold.

What the hell just happened?

What I don't know.

We just lost the trace
on Carrie's burner.

I had her on Varick,
then she just vanished.

Murray, you have a visual?

Negative. Okay, if
she was just on Varick,

they got to be here any minute.
We play it according to plan.

Remember, no interference.

Let 'em in, let 'em out.

Wh Are we turning around?

Following Mr. Kilborn's
instructions.

He changed the target.

What?!

That's tactical suicide.

The location he gave
us yesterday was bogus.

We'll execute

the same plan. Okay, um... N-No.

I'm-I'm not going
along with this.

You most certainly will
go along with it, Mr. Arnold.

Only the utility closet
and counting room

specs are different.

You'll find new schematics under

the passenger seat, so
I suggest you study up.

By the way, payday
just got bigger.

$8 million.

Nice day to rob a bank.

They should've been here by now.

It's almost 4:50. The
bank closes in ten minutes.

Something's wrong.

Jay, any luck?

Nothing yet. I'm working
on it. I'll find her, I'll find her.

I think he switched
targets on us.

All right, Jay, get
helicopters, traffic cops...

Anyone with a badge...
Looking for that van.

They're about to hit
something. Al, I hate to say it,

but if Kilborn did
change targets... I know.

It means Carrie may
have been made.

What the hell? Burns
says we lost them?

Not to worry, boss. And we have no
idea what bank they're about to hit?

Like I said... Jay,
this is not worry

you are hearing in my
voice. This is a very powerful

and very justified
anxiety. Like I said,

you shouldn't worry
because remember

when I asked you
to call in that favor

for that cell phone/Wi-Fi
grid from Homeland?

If I recall correctly,
it involved getting

the Deputy Director four very
exclusive dinner reservations.

Well, it's a good
thing we got it.

Why? You tracking
a cyber attack?

Not exactly. In this case,

I'm tracking the sudden loss

of cell phone service.

You see that string
of black pearls, boss?

Each pearl represents an
area of lost cell coverage.

Which means?

Which means reception's
being knocked out sequentially

across Houston,

and I think Kilborn's doing it.

So we follow the outages
and we follow the van.

Whew. Nice.

So... do I get a
dinner reservation?

Oh, you...

you get a... you
get a protein bar.

Enjoy it. Nice. Yeah, thanks.

All right, tech boy, you're up.

Wish me luck.

Luck.

Hey!

Everybody get down!

Not worth the 12
quid an hour, old timer.

Move it! Go! Move it!

Get down!

PHILIP: Go! Move
it! Open the door!

WILLIS: I said get
down! Nobody move!

Everybody out now!

Move, move, move!

You, get on the ground!

All of you on the ground!

Ladies and gentlemen,
you're New Yorkers.

You know how this works.

Now, I wish you no harm.

But my associate
here is salivating

at the thought of butchering
every last one of you.

So nobody do anything dodgy.

All right, toss all your phones.

Every phone on the ground now!

PHILIP: Now, we'd like a
word with the bank manager.

You, come.

JAY: Okay, the outages
stop heading downtown

on Broadway
around Broome street.

Check for reports
of suspicious activity

at any banks in the area.

Copy that.

Open the door.

You sure you know
which one it is?

If memory serves.

Here.

Okay.

Gas is moving.

PHILIP: Two minutes!

Time to get rich.

Here.

JAY: No reports of silent alarms
or suspicious activity anywhere.

I mean, I got a
carbon monoxide alarm

at a bank over on
Centre, but that's it.

What's that last one?

Uh, some carbon monoxide
detector going haywire.

Where's the branch?

On Centre between
Broome and Grand.

Carrie knows these
sensors route through EMS

and police channels.

Get that out to units.

She's sending up a flare.

Time to go.

ARNOLD: I'm out of here!

Your job was to
kill both of them.

He'll be dead in five minutes.

I did my job.

You better make sure,
'cause he's seen our faces.

Do him.

: It's gonna be all right.

ARNOLD: Pearl, let's go!

Let's go!

We got what we came for.

Let's go.

Arnold!

That was amateur
hour with the gas.

You took care of that guard,

yeah? What do you think?

Oh, come on, man.
She blew his head off!

What are we doing?

We are ditching.

Kilborn's orders.

We leave everything
but the money.

Come on, come on, move, move!

All the money from banks damaged

by Hurricane Sandy
was kept here.

They cleared it out.

Took off in a delivery van.

Nobody got plates.

What direction was it heading?

We're still
questioning witnesses.

JAY: Al, you there?

Forensics just
matched a fingerprint

off of Kilborn's photo.

Uploading to you simultaneously.

Holy... Al, you seeing this?

Arnold's Kilborn.

Hey, unis found the van

in an alley a few
blocks away, torched.

The burner cells were
inside. No street cams.

Of course not.

So we have no idea what
direction they're headed?

Nope.

WOMAN: Excuse me?

Excuse me... can we
get our phones back?

I need to tell my
ride to Fire Island

you're making me
late. Sorry, ma'am.

We have to keep
them for evidence.

Everybody come
claim your cell phones!

Come on, come and get them.

Come on.

Come get them.

I just hope Carrie's as
clever as I think she is.

My cell phone is not here.

Your phone's not here? No.

None of these cell
phones is your phone? No!

Come here, come here. All right.

Carrie took her phone.

Have Jay track it.
Get me the location.

I'm going after Carrie.

MURRAY: Come on, let's go.

So who knows where
the meet It's not far.

Let's load up and shove off.

There.

All right.

So, Kilborn has one more demand.

We toss our weapons
before we meet him.

I know, I know.

Paranoia, right?

There is no way I'm
going in there unstrapped.

He can't be serious.

Listen, we-we've
got the leverage here.

We've got Kilborn's money.

I'm not giving up my gun.

I think tossing our pieces

for a few million bucks is fair.

PHILIP: How do we
know he's not carrying?

WILLIS: Yeah, that's right.

What's a five-letter
word for "trout basket"

starting with a...

WILLIS: That
doesn't sound right.

I-I hear you, fellas.

But let's not make
Kilborn upset.

Angry beasts tend to bite.

Five-letter word
for "trout basket"

starting with a...

Whoa, um, uh, you're-you're a...

We got what we
came for. Let's go.

Okay, look, look.

No one will work
for Kilborn again

if he waxes us.

Hey, we'll be fine.

Whoa.

Don't... give up your weapons.

Arnold is a cop.

Hey, don't mess around, Pearl!

What are you talking about?

No, there is no way
that this wuss is five-oh.

I'm telling you, he's a cop.

That is crazy.

I am not a cop.

I am the hacker.

Okay, for all we
know Pearl's the cop.

I covered for her earlier.

She didn't... shoot that guard.

You weren't expecting me
to give a loaded gun to a cop,

now, were you?

That's why you wouldn't
let me shoot the guard.

I would have realized
they were blanks.

I would've realized
that you made me, huh?

I designed those rounds
myself, by the way.

It sure was sweet

of you to save
me from that bullet.

I'll be sure to tell your bosses
that you deserve a medal.

Posthumously, of course.

And you could spare the guard

'cause he never saw your face.

You came back with your mask on.

Bravo, Carrie.

I wasn't expecting you
to put all that together.

But you didn't expect me

to make you in the
hotel, now, did you?

We didn't know
you'd be on the team.

I'm always on the team.

And at that point, it was
either walk away or improvise.

And using you to fool the cops

was way too much fun to pass up.

So what am I now?
Just, um... insurance?

For your getaway?

In the very unlikely case
that your friends show up.

Of course... I can
kill you right now.

Creel.

Excuse me?

A five-letter word
for "trout basket."

Cute.

Now get over there...

AL: Throw your
gun down, Kilborn!

Let us drive out of
here or I smoke her!

WILLIS: And what are you,

like, the team
masseuse or something?

Why don't you come over here
and mix me a drink, Chemist?

Seriously, she is dead in
three seconds if you don't...

Son of a...!

(Carrie panting,
Arnold groaning in pain)

Aah! Son of a...

Ah, I was wondering when
you were gonna show up.

Had a bank robbery to look into.

Yeah. Plus there's a
phone thief on the loose.

Come on.

ARNOLD: I should've killed
you when I had the chance.

You know, Arnold the Terrified
Nerd kind of worked for me.

Arnold the Master
Criminal, not so much.

OFFICER: All right, let's go.

AL: It's gonna be nice
having Carrie Wells back.

Oh, I don't know.

I'm gonna kind of miss Pearl.

Bad girls have all the fun.

I knew you'd enjoy being on
the other side of a heist for once.

For once?

Think this is the first
bank I've robbed?

Give me a date, just a date.

So you can look it
up? So I can arrest you.

I dare ya.

You know when you dare me,

you always end up
buying me a drink.

You want a drink?

Sure.

Why didn't you say so? I'll
buy you a... I'll buy you two.