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- Previously on "The Company You Keep"...

- So what do you do?

- I'm a yoga instructor.

You? - Oh, me?

Pageant queen turned rocket scientist. - Mm.

- My son was impressed with your offer.

- How did you say you and Connor

came to know one another?

- Oh, I didn't.

- I can't believe we pulled that off.

- Did you get it? - Of course I got it.

- I'm thinking we keep these for the honeymoon.

- Can you hand me the cold wallet?

- She lied to me about who she was.

Maybe we just stay here, do this.

- Fantasy is one thing, Charlie.

Reality is another.

- I wanna take you on that date.

- Daphne Finch.

Maguire brought her in as a kind of consultant.

- You owe us the 10 million you stole,

plus an additional five.

Let's call it the cost of getting

Mr. Maguire out of prison.

Get to stealing, Charlie.

- Let's start the bidding at $100,000.

Do I have $100,000? $100,000.

- Okay, team, this place is

practically swimming with marks.

First one to find one gets a drink on me.

- We own a bar, Charlie. Nice try.

- $160,000.

Going once.

- Got your eyes on anyone?

- Bidder next to me says he works

for the Malaysian advancement fund.

- That's interesting.

Just talked to the guy's driver.

Says his boss is flying to the Maldives

later this afternoon.

- I wonder what he likes better,

the beaches or their non-extradition policy.

- He also hasn't bid on a single item.

My guess is, he's waiting for the big showstopper.

- Same goes for the guy on your left.

- Hey, Bird, what's the story on paddle 362?

- Well, whoever he is, he checked in under an alias.

Probably because he works for the Sinaloa cartel.

- We're knocking off cartels now?

- Well, as long as we're in the hole for $15 million.

- Hey, guys, stealing for other people sucks.

- ♪ That's what I want ♪

- Hey, Charlie, what happened to tapping me

into their routing system?

- Yeah, I'm on it.

- ♪ Money ♪ - ♪ That's ♪

♪ ♪

- Hey, man, Stephen says he needs you backstage.

He looks pissed.

- Who's Stephen?

- You're joking, right?

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

- ♪ That's what I want ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Whoa, yeah ♪

- We are live. Thank you.

- ♪ Give me money ♪

- You all right there, pal?

- My boss is have me driving their dog, Duchess, around.

Didn't want her to get on my ass

for being covered in slobber.

- Who's your boss?

- Name's Ellsworth.

A real pair of peacocks, those two.

- Next up, our final lot:

a black diamond necklace rumored to have belonged

to the Romanovs.

Our starting bid is $300,000.

Do I have $300,000?

$300,000. $300,000.

How about $325,000?

$325,000.

Can you surprise me with $350,000?

$350,000.

- I can't stand the suspense.

Which one of these crooks are we gonna rob?

- We got $375,000.

Can you beat that with $400,000?

$400,000.

Going once.

Going twice.

- $500,000.

- The bid was $425,000.

But for you, it's a bargain.

- Sold for half a million even.

- Oh, that's weird.

So the funds are being wired into a numbered shell corp.

- Why is that weird?

- Because the name of the company

is Duchess Incorporated.

Isn't that the name of their dog?

So the buyer and the seller are the same person,

Claude Ellsworth, former ambassador to Russia.

And before that, he made a mint in the oil biz.

- There's only one reason a guy sells himself

a necklace he already owns.

- To launder it. - Bingo.

- Well, it's probably a kickback from the Kremlin.

It says here that Ellsworth helped lift

Russian energy sanctions.

- That's our corrupt buyer? - Oh, come on.

Don't judge a crook by their cover, Mom.

- They're holding you here on some old weapons charge

because they know they can't make

a RICO case stick.

- Care to know what I ate for breakfast?

- It is only a matter of time before they...

- Boiled eggs and powdered milk.

But it's not just me that's lacking in nourishment, is it?

There's the matter of our revenue stream,

all dried up now that we're down $10 million,

with no distribution hub.

- Yes, I am aware. And I...

- There's also the matter of our rivals,

who now know we're on the FBI's radar.

And God knows who else's.

- So we use that to our advantage.

Lure our enemies out by making ourselves look vulnerable.

- We are vulnerable.

Maybe I should call in Connor.

- Maybe you should.

Need I remind you?

He is the reason you're in here.

Perhaps if your son spent less time in the gym

and more time vetting that warehouse deal...

- It was Connor's deal,

but it was all part of your grand plan.

- Then let me see it through.

I will figure out a way to keep the lights on

and platform our expansion.

- Maguire met his lawyer.

So what?

- She's not his lawyer.

This Daphne woman knows we're watching,

which is why she's using the veil

of attorney-client privilege

to conspire with him.

- Sounds speculative.

- Deductive, actually.

- Well, last I checked,

Connor Maguire is the heir apparent,

and he's... - Back in Belfast, I know.

- Which means the Maguires are no longer pursuing

their East Coast expansion.

- That's what they want us to think.

The fact that this Daphne woman's

still in town says otherwise.

Get me coverage on her hotel,

and I'll prove they're playing possum.

- You wanna plant a bug on a U. S. citizen

with no record and two Ivy League degrees?

- A US citizen who's risen in the ranks

of a transnational crime syndicate.

Is that a yes?

- What, like you were gonna take no for an answer?

- The woman doesn't take a bad photo, does she?

So we working late tonight or what?

- Why? You got another hot date?

- No. But apparently you do.

Auto reminder popped up on your screen:

reservation at Chez Marcel.

Oh, okay.

Do tell.

First date?

- Technically, yes.

But also no.

It's complicated.

- Wait, is this the guy you hooked up with

after Kevin?

Wow.

Good for you.

- What do you mean, good for me?

- For dating your rebound.

I think it's really brave, girl.

- Sure you don't want that drink?

- Still fine, thanks.

But, uh, you might wanna get that guy

another gin and tonic,

because she's about to dump him.

Thanks.

- Giving up on me already?

Hey.

Hey.

- I didn't hear from you.

- I know. I'm late.

I was at work with my family.

It won't happen again.

Please.

- Everything okay with your family?

- Yeah. You know, just some...

work stuff.

- You guys run a bar together, right?

- Yeah. - That must be a lot.

- How do you mean?

- Mixing family and business?

Not always the best cocktail,

at least where I'm from.

- Yeah, it, um, gets messy sometimes.

What about you?

I don't think I ever got a straight answer

about what it is you do for a living.

- You didn't?

- I didn't.

- Um, I'm a data analyst at a logistics firm.

It's more exciting than it... - What exactly...

- Hmm?

- Go ahead. - No, no, please.

- I don't know exactly what that is,

but is that something you always wanted to do?

- Mm, not really.

Uh, I got recruited, actually, after Stanford.

- Wow. Stanford.

Big shot.

- Where did you go?

To college, I mean.

- I didn't.

This is weird.

- Super weird.

- You know, on the plus side, at least we're not those two.

- He just got dumped. - Hm.

- Mm.

She said she needs to find herself,

but really, she's just bored.

- It's a neat trick.

- I like to people watch.

And, well...

- Kept you waiting.

- Yeah, you did.

Do you wanna get out of here?

- Absolutely.

- ♪ If you really wanna know ♪

♪ If I could stand your brand of love,

♪ Then try me ♪

♪ Why don't you try me? ♪

♪ If you wanna know ♪

- ♪ Then try me ♪

- ♪ Come on and try me ♪

- I'm sorry about that.

- Yeah, you should get that fixed.

- Yeah?

- ♪ When I'm thrilled by the warmth of your touch ♪

♪ Baby, don't you know my soul's on fire ♪

♪ And I need your loving so much? ♪

- What is it?

- It's my brother.

- Handsome guy.

U.S. Senate, huh?

- Yeah.

He's running for my dad's old seat.

- Wow.

How do they feel about you slumming it with a bartender?

Hey, you, um... rain check?

Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Who are you?

- I'm Emma. I live here.

Who are you? - Oh.

I'm David's new campaign manager, Doug.

- Don't worry. She's not a spy.

Pizza?

- Yeah.

I'm starving.

- Emma, darling, where have you been?

It's almost 10:00.

- Uh, you know what they say:

logistics never sleep.

- One day, you're gonna have to explain to me

what it is you actually do.

- What's going on? Everything okay?

- My poll numbers just came in.

- So you're throwing a pizza party?

- Small bump in the road. That's all.

- Seems I'm underperforming in the Seattle suburbs.

- It's because he's unmarried.

No one trusts a senator who is single.

- Sorry, Mom. I'll see what I can do

about finding a wife and kids before the election.

- I haven't seen your mother like this

since I ran for city council.

I suppose you picked a tough time to move back home.

- Is there ever an easy time for a 35-year-old

to move back in with her parents?

- Sounds rhetorical. Not touching it.

Look, I'm just happy you're here.

- Me too.

And in a way, this is how I think of home.

Every six years, a hurricane blew through our lives.

- Yeah.

Hurricane Grace.

- This is a critical moment.

- ♪ To all the women ♪

- Here you go, dear.

- I'll take a mojito.

- Well, we don't serve mojitos.

- Easy, Bird.

I got it, Bird.

Yeah.

Sign language.

That's not necessary.

- Well, I just wanted to make sure

I was being understood.

After all, $15 million is a lot of money.

- Hey, we're figuring that out.

- When and how much? - A couple of weeks.

Working on a score right now that should put

a pretty healthy dent in the debt.

I'd say mid-six figures.

- You have three days to make your first payment.

- Look, I'm not getting myself

or my family picked up just to make good

on your payment schedule.

- Hm.

Try explaining that to Patrick Maguire's son, Connor.

You remember, the guy you ripped off,

whose father is now locked up, thanks to you?

Get me my money by the end of the week

or I'm calling Connor to help collect.

- Well, breaking into the house is easy.

Breaking into this thing...

- Wait, Pop, how did you get the schematics

to the ambassador's safe?

- Stas works for the company that installed it.

- Who's Stas? - Stas?

He's an old friend of your dad.

- We worked together back at the steel mill.

- I always loved Stas.

He was so sweet.

- I don't suppose he happened to give you

the code for the safe?

- I wish. - It's biometric,

opened only with the owner's thumbprint.

- You know what? I bet Stas would give us

a thumb, too, if we asked.

- That's Ma with the big ideas.

We're not cutting off anyone's thumb.

- Suit yourself.

- Wait, so we can't get into the safe

to steal the necklace.

I mean, we're just gonna have to flush it out.

I think we pull a modified green goods scam.

- Is three days enough time for a job this big?

- It's not entirely impossible.

Remember the cruise ship job?

- You know, at least the extraction plan

wouldn't involve swimming.

- You guys are never gonna forgive me

for forgetting to refuel those Jet Skis, are you?

- No. - No. Absolutely not.

- Okay. Okay.

So... so how do we get the Ellsworths

to take their necklace out of the safe?

- You prey on their vanity.

You guys saw those people.

The only thing that they care more about than money

is their image.

You just gotta give them

an excuse to peacock.

- This sounds like a job for Milos.

- I thought we retired Milos. - No.

You retired Milos because you were jealous.

- Jealous? - Yeah, jealous.

- Of you wanting to make a fool of yourself?

- Are you kidding me?

- Hey, guys, how about we focus?

- Yeah, sorry. - Sorry, baby.

- You know, I don't entirely hate Milos for this job.

- Charlie.

Don't encourage him.

- this early in the election cycle...

- Morning.

- Oh, no, honey.

You gotta wear something dressier than that.

- Why? I'm headed to work.

- Well, sure,

but right after the photographer snaps

a few family shots for David's new campaign.

- Didn't you hear?

Mom's rebranding us as

the next great political dynasty.

We're the Asian American Kennedys.

- I prefer to think of them as the Irish American Hills.

That's good.

Oh, we gotta remember

to put that in the memoir.

- Don't ask.

- While a photo shoot sounds super fun,

I'm not interested in being a prop.

- We're all props, dear.

It's politics.

- You want me to help? Fine.

David doesn't have a suburban problem.

See these zip codes?

They're all predominantly Asian American.

- That jives with our numbers on, uh,

your authenticity factor.

- They don't think I'm Asian enough?

- What if you wear a hanbok for the photos?

- It's a little on the nose, Mom.

- The Kennedys never wore kilts.

- I'm leaving.

You're welcome.

- The Kennedys weren't Scottish.

- I don't like it, Charlie.

The risks that she's forcing us to take.

- Look, you don't have to be a part of this

if you don't want to.

Paying Daphne back is on me, all right?

I messed that one up.

- You're such a drama queen.

Just because I don't like it does not mean

I'm bailing on you.

It's not like you're the first Nicoletti

to get blinded by love.

At least you didn't marry Tina.

- At least Simon didn't take us for $10 mil.

- Tina conned me too.

I don't know, I think I wanted, like,

at least one of us to have what Mom and Dad do.

- Yeah, it's annoying how high they set the bar, huh?

- Well, you know, at least we got each other.

I mean, just realistically speaking.

- You think so? - Yeah.

- Kid's got skills.

- Don't.

- What's this?

- It's the hotel where Daphne's staying.

I followed her home.

No one messes with my kid.

- So she knows our vulnerabilities,

it's only fair we know hers, right?

- That's it right there.

Hey, what happened to my scarf?

Okay, I thought we said 3:00.

- Did you mean today, Milos?

- Well, I'm here.

- I can get you in as soon as I'm through

with Mrs. Ellsworth.

- Lucky for you, Sandy,

those magical hands of yours

are worth the wait.

So I'll wait.

- Oh, no.

- What?

What is it?

- General Petraeus and his wife just canceled.

Food poisoning.

- And to think I could have been at Fashion Week.

- What about the Obamas?

- Out of town. - The AG and his wife?

- I'd rather shoot a bowl of dog food.

- Oh, God. There must be someone.

- Who? A power couple with a home

worthy of an arts and style page

in less than 24 hours?

I doubt it.

- I don't mean to eavesdrop, but I think I might know

the perfect home:

mine.

- Maintenance.

How's that code coming?

- Just a second.

Any luck?

- I'm in.

How long ago did you say she checked in?

- A week ago, and housekeeping says

Daphne hasn't let anyone in since.

- You wouldn't know.

Place is spotless.

God, this woman is a robot.

Clever.

Clever, clever, clever.

Location number six, Wednesday, 9:00 a. m.,

Mr. C. Location number...

This whole thing is encrypted.

- Disciplined and paranoid.

That's perfect.

- Oh, hang on a minute.

Hang on a minute.

Look at this.

I'm sending you something right now.

See a resemblance?

- I'm guessing that's her mom.

- At least we know she's human.

She's here. - What?

- I'm in. You copy?

- I copy.

- What's going on, Charlie?

Charlie.

Housekeeping!

Housekeeping.

Okay, Charlie, get to the door of the adjoining suite, now.

- Where'd you rush off to?

Second date?

- Uh, we didn't eat, so technically,

it doesn't count as a date.

Well, technically,

anything more than two dates means that you have to report

an external contact form.

Update your relationship status.

- It's not a relationship.

- Company rules, not mine.

- I don't know what it is.

It's... it's like you said. It's a rebound.

- This is why I only have one-night stands.

You don't want them getting all clingy,

asking you about your family,

tell you their life story.

Are you hearing me?

- I'm hanging up now.

- Oh, boy, didn't even make it into the restaurant this time.

- See what happens when you're on time?

- Yeah, well, eventually, we're gonna have to upgrade

to someplace with walls.

- Gonna have to be your place,

'cause I live with my parents.

- Hey, how's that going, by the way?

I mean, living with your family after being away for so long.

- It's, uh, not without its challenges.

- Oh, yeah? How so?

Your folks are anything like mine, made for each other,

stupid in love?

- Look, we don't need to do this.

- Do what?

- Put pressure on this to be anything more than what it is.

- I'm sorry. What is this?

- Two emotionally unavailable people

with a strong physical connection

clearly on the rebound.

Come on, Charlie.

We met and hooked up within hours

of our last relationships blowing up.

You don't think this is all a bit fast?

- No, I...

I think sometimes you meet the right person

at the wrong time.

Where is all this coming from?

- I'm just calling it like it is.

- No, I... I think you're throwing a grenade into this

because you're scared.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Believe me, I know that trick.

- I get that you think you know me or whatever,

but the truth is, you don't.

Don't pretend like you do.

- Okay, so step one:

we infiltrate the Ellsworths

by posing as a photography crew.

- There she is, my muse.

- Get her out of here, Ludwig.

Unless the whole world wants to see us covered in slobber.

- ♪ Every time I try to speak ♪

♪ I wanna tell you that I dig you ♪

♪ But every time I try ♪

- Milos, we're losing the light.

- Right this way, Madam.

- If they're as vain as we think they are,

Mrs. Ellsworth will not be able to resist

wearing the necklace.

Step two: intercept it

between her neck and the safe.

- Darling, don't forget my necklace.

- Given what I paid, how could I?

- Now, Bird, you're gonna be on hair and makeup.

I want you to be the one making the switch

between the real necklace and the ringer.

- Here, let me.

- You'll have to excuse Ludwig, but I'm afraid

that no one's allowed to touch the necklace but us.

- Insurance companies.

Such a bore. - Mm-hmm.

- How's it going?

Please tell me you've got something.

- Judging by the tone of your voice,

I guess the date didn't go well.

Did you at least get some action?

- What do we have?

- Uh, sadly, nothing.

Not a single visitor or a phone call.

It's weird, actually.

- What if Cas was right?

Maybe they really have gone dark.

Maybe she's just here tying up loose ends.

- Yeah, 'cause the only crime I'm seeing

is someone as good-looking at this woman with zero life.

She's objectively attractive.

- Emma, you've got a code green.

- What?

- Your brother. He's in the lobby.

- David, what a surprise.

You should have called. I could have met you somewhere.

- I realized yesterday I've never visited you at work.

- Thank you for the coffee.

It's just, I've got this project,

and now's really not a good time.

- Okay, yeah. I'll take off.

I just... you know, I wanted to talk to you about, um...

Would you ever consider coming to work on my campaign?

- What?

- We need a new campaign strategist,

and the way you cut through the noise

on my polling numbers,

I thought...

- David, I'm honored, but I...

- Just... think about it.

Okay?

- I'll think about it.

I promise.

Thank you for the coffee.

- Good luck on that project.

- So how do we steal a necklace we can't touch?

- Not the way we planned.

- Is it time to cut off his thumb?

- No, no, no. Just new plan.

Catalina Jewel. - Yeah.

Oldie but goodie. - Yeah.

- Yes, yes. Chin down.

Oh, yes.

- Give me the ringer.

- Chin up. Chin up.

Oh, look at each other just like that.

Nice. Beautiful.

- Sorry. Touch ups.

- What? What touch ups?

- I'm sorry. The cuticle on his thumb

is driving me crazy. He looks like a trucker.

- Well, fix it. Yeah.

Yeah. No truckers here.

Okay. Oh. - Right here.

- Oh, it's hot.

- I know, but it's so worth it.

- Yes, another one just like that.

There we go.

- What's wrong, Milos?

- It's the necklace.

It distracts from your stunning decolletage.

- Oh.

You heard the man, Claude.

- Yes, of course.

- Yes. Yes.

Gorgeous.

I love it.

Oh.

Right there. Right.

Right there.

- Hey, Milos.

- Yeah. - Step down two

and test that for me.

- Well, o... okay.

- What? - My bad.

- So sorry that he startled you, dear, but...

Startled her.

- I'm gonna go find a fuse box.

- Yeah.

Oh.

- What the hell happened with the lights?

Something burning?

- Hey.

How are you?

Whoa.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Ludwig, I thought I told you to keep

Duchess out of the study.

- I thought the assistant was supposed

to be fixing the fuse.

- So did I.

- You know, I think I'm lost.

- Hands.

- What are you doing in here?

- I was looking for the sub panel.

- How stupid do you think I am?

- Yeah, oh, okay.

- What is this? What?

Why are you touching my assistant?

- Caught him snooping around in here.

Well, you guys do well for yourselves.

- He's clean.

- Anyway, for the next shot, I'm thinking staircase,

I'm thinking shadows.

- No, I'm sorry.

There will be no more next shot.

We're done here.

- I'm so sorry, Milos.

- No, no, no.

It is your husband who should apologize.

My next shot was going to be my masterpiece.

- Don't worry about it, Charlie.

We will figure something out.

Or Daphne can wait for her first installment.

- She's not gonna have to wait.

Hi.

Hi.

- You sneaky bastard.

- "A legacy you can count on."

What does that even mean?

- You're more than a name, David.

You are part of a political dynasty.

Plus, it tested through the roof at the focus group.

- Maybe that's the problem.

- What are you talking about?

- If David has an authenticity problem,

maybe it's because you're trying to turn him

into the candidate who polls well

instead of the candidate he is.

- You know what they say about idealism?

It's impotent without realism.

- Pretty sure she just quoted Nixon.

Seems right.

- Sorry about ambushing you at work.

- Don't be.

It's just... Work's been stressful.

- I hear that.

- I could use a drink.

- Oh, come on. We must have drank

half their wine collection as teenagers.

How could they not have noticed?

- Sometimes you see what you wanna see.

- Hey, thanks for having my back earlier.

And hey, if you decide to come on board

as my campaign strategist...

- David.

- It's not just because you're brilliant

at making sense of stuff no one else can.

- You don't understand. - It's because you're

the one person in this family

who actually has my back.

- David, I don't really work for a logistics firm.

I work for the government, same as you.

Pattern Logistics is just a front for a...

A highly secretive government agency.

- No way.

- It's why I'm so private.

Why I keep my compartments so compartmentalized.

- Thank you for telling me.

This is nice, you letting me in.

- And for the record, you were always like this.

Maybe you just found a job that suited you.

- Come on, sweetie.

It was just part of the job.

- Oh, yeah?

You're gonna really stand there and tell me

you didn't enjoy having her fawning all over you?

- I didn't say that.

I said it was just part of the job.

Come on. Come on.

Hey, it's not my fault. I still got it.

- Hey, did she go down without a fuss?

- Yeah, mostly. Hey, Pop,

you gotta stop teaching her

the sleight of hand stuff, okay?

Kid lifted my wallet... again.

- Good job with Duchess.

- Yeah.

Sniffed that one out quick, huh?

- Hey, guys.

I think we have a problem.

The diamond in the necklace we just stole

is already stolen.

- What?

- So it's called the Black Orlov,

and it was stolen from a Hindu temple

back in the 19th century.

It's changed hands a bunch of times throughout history.

- And now it's ended up in ours.

- Yeah, but how are we supposed to fence

a stolen diamond?

- I don't know what we're talking about.

Daphne's expecting mid-six figures.

This necklace is the only thing we've got.

- No, what we've got is a stolen antiquity.

It is legit priceless,

but like Ma said, we can't sell it.

- Okay, what if there's a way

that we can have our cake and eat it too?

- Yeah? What are you thinking?

- You.

- You looking for a necklace?

- Where is the real one?

- It's safe.

- I can't believe this. - What,

that I stole your necklace

or that I'm here to sell it back to you?

Honestly, this is not how I thought

it was gonna go down.

But once I realized that it was actually stolen...

- It wasn't stolen.

It was a gift.

- A gift? Hm.

You know, last I checked, gifts aren't normally laundered.

But you know, gift, bribe, tomayto, tomahto,

whatever you wanna call it.

What your Russian oligarch pal failed to mention

was that that necklace is actually

a plundered cultural artifact, one the Indian government

has been looking for for quite a while now.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, come on. You know the story.

Colonialism, greed, corruption.

I mean, it's funny, isn't it?

How... how everything changes, then yet nothing changes.

- Everything is stolen.

All that matters is who has it last.

- Wow.

You should use that in the article.

- What article?

- "The Washington Post."

They were very moved by your offer

to return the diamond to the rightful owner.

Oh, I should probably mention.

Got a hold of the Indian ambassador.

Yeah.

She should be here any moment as well.

How much do you want?

- Money's just money, right?

No, the only thing truly priceless to a person like you

is your sparkling reputation.

So you can either be a hero

who returns a plundered cultural artifact,

or you can let the world see exactly who you are.

Hey.

- Hey.

I'm sorry about what I said about this being a rebound.

I didn't mean it.

- Well, it had to come from somewhere.

- I'm not good at this...

at letting people in, letting people see the real me.

- Hey, look, I get it, all right?

More than you know.

- With you, there is no hiding.

It's not just that you see me, Charlie.

Sometimes it feels like you can see through me.

And that's...

Scary.

- Why?

- Because you might be the only person in the world

who does.

- Well, good morning.

- If you're going to ask me about the relationship

status form...

- You were right about Daphne.

- Move up the plan.

Have your men ready for delivery,

9:00 tomorrow night at the port.

- So do you wanna reach out to the FBI, or should I?

- You have something for me?

- Uh, as a matter of fact, we do.

We now serve mojitos.

- And I think the words you're looking for are "thank you."

- You don't even wanna count it?

- Judging by the weight, I'd say you have

roughly $14.5 million to go.

But here's to a good start.

- Oh, that's... I like that.

That's... yeah.

- So we will do your bidding.

But I would be grateful if you would leave

my daughter out of it.

Whatever ASL night school classes you signed up for,

maybe it's time to drop them.

- You know, my mother used to say,

the only thing more dangerous

than a man with nothing to lose

is a single mom with everything to prove.

- You wanna give the order, or should I?

- You know the drill, Vic.

- Right. You were never here.

Cut it.

- We're clear. - Clear.

- Where's the shipment?

- Is that...

- The bug we planted.

- Damn. She played us.

- No.

She made us.

- Thanks.

- Ah, Cliffs of Moher.

I haven't seen those since our honeymoon.

- Wait. Hold on a second.

You and Mom were in Ireland on your honeymoon.

You're telling me that Cliffs of Moher... this is Ireland?

- Last I checked.

She's his daughter.

Daphne is Patrick Maguire's daughter.

- So, Pop, that's why he trusts her, right?

And that's why someone like her

rises up through the ranks so quickly.

I wonder why they're keeping it a secret.

- I don't know, but I think we just found

our vulnerability.

- Sláinte. - Mm-hmm.

- I know who our enemy is.

Emma Hill.

I don't know which agency she works for,

but considering they planted an illegal bug,

my guess is, it's not the FBI.

In 72 hours, I brought in $1/2 million in cash

without selling an ounce of fentanyl,

and I've managed to identify the woman

who wants to take us down.

Now do you believe I have what it takes

to run this organization?