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[Dead Man's Bones' "Lose Your Soul"]

♪ ♪

Mr. Maguire.

At last, we meet.

Pleasure.

My son was impressed with your offer.

And given what I'm looking at, so am I.

Oh, he's got a voice for radio, huh?

I'm such a sucker for an Irish accent,

even on a gangster.

♪ Oh ♪

Ooh. Look, a mystery guest.

♪ You're gonna lose your soul ♪

All right, Charlie, it's time to work your magic.

Please, right this way.

♪ You're gonna lose your soul ♪

How are we looking?

Well, it's not the paperwork that worries me.

What's odd is his willingness to sell us this warehouse

at a discount, take crypto over cash.

[tense music]

Respectfully, only one reason folks in your line of work

want to buy a warehouse near the port under the table,

and it's not exactly legal.

I forgot, how did you say you and Connor

came to know one another?

Oh, I didn't.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry. I don't know who she is.

My deal's with your son.

Mr. Maguire, can we talk?

♪ ♪

What's going on?

We need to walk.

♪ ♪

Hey, this could be a problem.

♪ ♪

She's trying to get him to walk.

♪ ♪

[speaking indistinctly]

The hell do you think you're going?

I didn't realize she was the one calling the shots.

She's not.

♪ ♪

Could have fooled me.

♪ ♪

Enough.

Let's get on with it.

♪ ♪

I'll need to confirm the funds.

♪ ♪

OK. [helicopter rotors whirring]

Sign the transfer of ownership,

and we are-- - Shh.

Chopper.

[siren wailing] We got to go--now!

Put it back!

Put it back!

Did you set me up? Did you set me up?

♪ ♪

FBI! On the ground--now!

On the ground! [grunts]

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[tires squealing]

[laughs]

That was a lot of mustard on that sandwich, Pop.

What?

I've got to commit to sell it.

Ah, I think you oversold it.

Here! Let me.

♪ ♪

Did you get it?

Yeah.

Of course I got it.

- [sighs] - Mm.

I'm thinking we keep these for the honeymoon.

- Oh, Jesus. Unsubscribe. - Oh, yeah.

At least he's in a relationship.

You know what, Mom?

I am the only reason you have a grandchild.

♪ ♪

Hey, great timing on that chopper.

Yeah, the words "rooftop" and "sniper"

put a real pep in the step of the Baltimore PD.

- 621, Pop. - Right, right.

- 621. - Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, right. I got it.

I got it. I got it.

♪ ♪

Hey, let's get out of here before they realize

they were buying a warehouse we didn't own.

♪ ♪

Look, I get it.

By this point in my life, I should have two kids

and a husband on the partner track.

But guess what, Mom.

I'm not you.

She's reminding me of my geriatric pregnancy years.

Yeah, well, Kevin's been working late a lot,

so I doubt he'll make it.

But I will ask, promise. [door buzzes]

I'm getting called into a meeting, Mom.

Got to go. I'll talk to you later.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[security system beeping and whirring]

♪ ♪

You're welcome.

What am I thanking you for?

That signal in the noise you were looking for?

I think we found it.

♪ ♪

- I knew it. - [chuckles]

Wherever one of these distribution hubs pop up,

a spike in fentanyl overdoses soon follows.

You're looking at the largest drug trafficking ring

in Europe, hiding in plain sight

behind a series of shills and numbered corporations.

And if I'm right, they're about to make

a big push into the U.S.

So we know the what and the how, just not the who.

Not just yet, but now I know where to look.

[phone buzzing]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

Room service!

Ordered us the good stuff.

Emma!

Hey, wait! You can't just barge in here!

Emma, what are you doing here?

Emma!

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

Are you cheating on me?

Nice.

How long?

Must have been a while.

Stacy seemed pretty torn up.

Three months.

Why not just tell me?

Oh, come on, Em.

Can you honestly say that you're in love with me?

[dramatic music]

I can't believe we pulled that off.

You were amazing back there.

We were amazing. Hey, you ready to celebrate?

Because somebody might have booked

the penthouse suite at the Langston.

By this time tomorrow, we'll be en route to Italy.

And then?

Whatever we want till the money runs out.

Hey.

You know the best part about happily ever after?

I don't know, discovering that it actually exists?

Mm.

You don't know what comes next.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, ditch the truck. I'll see you back at the bar.

[jazzy music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Last night, I was dreaming ♪

Come on. Come on. Get up.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

You lovebirds decide on a destination yet?

Oh, he won't let go of Mexico,

and I won't budge on Spain.

Why not both, huh?

Repeat after me, son:

marriage is compromise.

- You're telling me. - Bird!

Come on.

We just pulled off the biggest job of our lives.

I'm sure you can spare one second to celebrate.

Yeah, call me conservative.

I like the small scores, under the radar.

What we just did makes me nervous.

You got to gamble big if you want to win big.

I will celebrate once I transfer the funds

into the offshore account I set up.

Can you hand me the cold wallet?

Sure can.

♪ Just who was holding me tight ♪

♪ You've got me in a spin ♪

What?

[ominous music]

No.

[echoing] No, no, no, no, no, no.

You know the best part about happily ever after?

You don't know what comes next.

Hey. Call her.

Charlie.

Charlie!

Call her right now!

♪ ♪

Call who?

What's going on?

♪ ♪

[line rings]

[tone plays]

The number you've dialed has been changed,

disconnected, or is no longer in service.

[sighs]

[kicks cabinet]

[glass shattering]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[pulsing electronic music playing]

♪ ♪

Vodka martini, rocks, extra dirty.

Decisive. I like it.

I've had...[scoffs] A bit of a day,

so whatever this is, hard pass.

You want to talk about it?

I'm a very good listener.

♪ ♪

How was Hawaii?

You have fun with the fam?

Sunburn's starting to peel.

Trace of purple nail polish from your daughter... or son.

I don't want to be gendered.

And then there's this.

Oh, I drink mai tais now.

And honestly, the cliché tan line from your wedding ring

was all I needed, so...

whatever man-whore business trip

you're hoping to have here in Charm City,

it won't be with me.

Cool. Have a good one.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Hawaii sounds nice.

Relationships.

[laughs] What a racket.

A shell game to conceal who you really are.

It's exhausting, isn't it?

Lying to each other all the time.

But not just lying to each other.

I mean... lying to ourselves, really.

[tense music]

[laughs]

[inhales sharply]

Whew.

So what happened?

She lied to me about who she was.

Mm.

I'd promise not to do the same, but...

we both know that'd be a lie.

[both chuckle]

So what do you do?

Oh, me? I'm a--

I'm a yoga instructor.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

No man bun?

I got rid of it last year.

It was attracting the wrong kind of attention.

You?

Oh, me? I'm a...

pageant queen turned rocket scientist.

- Mm. - Turns out, my passion,

it was...[clicks tongue]

Up there the whole time.

Well, I bet those pageants really

prepared you for NASA, though.

Oh, you have no idea.

The only people more competitive than beauty queens

are those bitches at NASA.

[soft piano music playing]

♪ Every kiss, every hug seems to act ♪

OK, no.

[laughter]

♪ You're getting to be a habit ♪

A scented candle influencer? Impressive.

Says the girl who grew up in a... dolphin cult?

[laughs]

♪ You're getting to be a habit ♪

OK, now tell me something...

true.

I'm a criminal.

I'm CIA.

[laughter]

♪ For my own ♪

♪ I can't break away ♪

♪ I must have you every day ♪

♪ As regularly as coffee or tea ♪

It was nice to meet you, Em.

♪ You've got me in your clutches ♪

♪ And I can't get free ♪

♪ You're getting to be a habit with me ♪

♪ ♪

[contemplative music]

♪ ♪

You--[chuckles]

You charged the drinks to your room.

♪ ♪

[funky music]

♪ ♪

- Wait. - What?

Are you hungry?

I'm starving.

♪ ♪

This is the most unstructured burger.

You got a little something on your--

- It's where? - [laughs]

Chaser.

[both laugh]

Bottoms up.

Wait. You have to look me in the eye.

Otherwise, it's seven years of bad sex.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

[horns honking faintly]

[groans]

- Morning. - Morning.

[phone buzzing]

[phone buzzing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[melancholy piano melody playing]

♪ ♪

[upbeat piano melody playing]

I showered.

OK.

I reeked of alcohol and terrible decisions--

not that you were a bad decision.

I mean, we didn't even--

No.

No, we didn't.

So...

what did you say you do again?

I'm a classical musician.

Mm. Piano.

[chuckles]

Weirdly, no.

Theremin.

The theremin?

The beauty of it is,

it's all electricity.

Hmm.

You don't even need to touch it.

[Gramatik's "Muy Tranquilo"]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

OK, Beatles or Stones?

Stones, all day.

- Every day. - Yeah.

♪ ♪

A negroni, really?

♪ ♪

What? I'm not a gin person.

Yeah, you're not a gin person

till you've had the perfect negroni.

♪ ♪

Ooh.

Barroom brawl?

No, actually.

Old roommate of mine

tried to steal my apple.

Put a blade in me before I took it back.

You almost lost your life over a piece of fruit?

[chuckles] No, not me.

Him.

You got to take 'em.

I'm not stealing slippers.

I'm a rule follower.

♪ ♪

See, the idea is

to respect the orange.

You draw the essence out without the bitterness.

Maybe we just stay here, do this.

For how long?

Indefinitely.

♪ ♪

Fantasy is one thing, Charlie.

Reality is another.

Yeah.

[tense music]

[siren wailing]

[dog barking]

♪ ♪

Hey.

Heard about Tina.

Sorry.

Yeah.

You were always a bit of a romantic,

even in the seventh grade.

Look, you said you got a line on a thing?

'Cause I got to make up quick for this last one.

Yeah, we had a client, some high roller from D.C.

You know the type-- hired some girls,

lots of drinks, a lot of big swinging--

Yup.

Anyways, there's this TV preacher,

runs a megachurch in Arlington.

One too many drinks, makes it rain.

Big stacks. I noticed.

Seemed like the kind of guy you'd want to know about.

Yeah, he does.

Usual deal?

I make money, you make money.

[fingers snap]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Charl. - Yeah.

If someone's got to level the playing field

for the rest of us, I'm glad it's you.

[Bill Martin Phil Coulter's "I Feel It Coming" playing]

[engine turning over]

♪ I feel it coming ♪

Come on, dude. You got to get over it.

She was a total narcissist.

♪ I feel it coming ♪

[no audible dialogue]

[door clicks open]

♪ ♪

♪ Whoa, it's coming ♪

Hey, Pete, you got to go.

Family stuff.

Yeah, Mickey. [claps]

Out of here.

Hey, Dad?

Upstairs. Homework.

♪ Whoa, it's got a hold on me ♪

36 hours total AWOL.

I was starting to think your fake fiancée

was your real fiancée and the two of you

planned this thing together. - OK, Birdie.

No, Mom, really not OK.

I never wanted to do a job this big.

And now, thanks to Romeo's romantic blind spot,

not only are we out 10 million.

We are flat broke. - All right. All right, enough.

What happened happened.

♪ ♪

We'll get through it.

We always do.

♪ ♪

Yeah, Pop, forgive me if I'm not really

in a "let's get the gang back together" mood.

♪ I feel it coming ♪

Yeah, OK. I got it.

♪ ♪

Hey, baby.

I'm glad you're home.

♪ Feel it coming ♪

[sighs] I'm sorry, Pop. I am.

I'll fix this.

I already got something lined up.

Don't worry about that right now, kiddo.

You just took a dagger through the heart.

Give it a minute.

Do we have a minute to give?

What do you mean?

[sighs] 621.

Code on the Pelican case?

It's Ollie's birthday.

Same code we've been using since the day she was born.

[dramatic music]

- Your mother tell you? - Nah, she didn't need to.

Don't worry about it.

It's early stage, memory loss. That's it.

- Pop. - We're not...

doing this.

♪ ♪

So...

this score,

tell me what you're thinking about.

♪ ♪

How do you feel about taking from the hand of God?

♪ ♪

Oh.

♪ ♪

[jukebox clicking and whirring]

[The Rolling Stones' "Miss You" playing]

This is our target:

Evan Earle III, aka Pastor Earle.

We cannot be late to church.

[camera shutter snapping]

He's the lead pastor and CEO

of ILLUMIN-8 Fellowship.

This guy, he is no angel.

Let's see what he's hiding in that church.

♪ I've been holdin' out so long ♪

♪ I've been sleepin' all alone ♪

♪ Lord, I miss you ♪

Look at the interior.

It's so much prettier than on TV.

Don't you think so, honey? - Oh, I do.

- I mean, really. - Oh!

- Oh. - Are you OK, ma'am?

- Yes, thank you. - I told her she's too old

for four-inch heels, but you know how it is.

Closer to God, that's what I say.

- Amen. - The devil is hiding,

waiting to prey upon lambs of our flock.

Pastor Earle is a master marketer--

I mean, publishing, media network, merch.

Oh, they have your favorite place.

Oh.

Yeah.

You know how I love the gift shops.

Yeah, I know.

♪ Lord, I miss you, child ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, Bird, you in yet?

Birdie. Bird.

Keep your panties on. I'm coming.

Despair not, for through our...

♪ Hey, what's the matter, man ♪

♪ We're gonna come around at 12:00 ♪

♪ With some Puerto Rican girls that's just ♪

♪ Dying to meet you ♪

♪ We're gonna bring a case of wine ♪

♪ Hey, let's go mess and fool around, you know ♪

Charlie, you getting this?

♪ ♪

- There is not... - Charlie?

A more human...

Yup, I'm on it.

Than breathing.

Attendance the last few years has been flat,

but yet ILLUMIN-8's profits are decidedly up.

Breathe deeply.

Average donation is 10 bucks.

And give deeply.

These guys shouldn't be taking in

more than 35K a sermon.

You see?

This is why I'm a lapsed Catholic.

[chuckles]

So obviously they're laundering money.

Where from? - Don't know.

His teeth are whiter than a Wilco concert.

You loved that concert.

With money in your pocket.

OK.

What's the play?

The space between his public persona and private life.

Every Wednesday, he gets a package.

[camera shutter snaps]

New week, new burner.

[camera shutter snaps]

He tosses the old phone, activates the new one.

We get our hands on that new phone,

we got the keys to the kingdom.

[indistinct chatter]

[gasps]

He stole my purse!

That SOB stole my purse!

Oh. [grunts]

Oh, my God.

[people clamoring]

[tense music]

You saved her.

Oh, my gosh. Are you OK?

Thank you.

Why, thank--oh!

Are you that pastor from TV?

♪ ♪

- Are you OK? - Easy, Karen.

Not everything's a viral moment.

Who asked you? Mind your own business.

Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black.

- Pastor. - That's racist.

That's not racist!

You're a proper hero is what you are.

- I have rights. - Peace be with you.

I can film anything I want to.

Did someone drop a phone?

Oh.

That's--[laughs]

Bless you.

Thank you.

Find anything?

I did.

Whoever the pastor is laundering money for,

he's meeting tonight at some D.C. gala.

If these guys are taking the risk to meet in person,

they're either celebrating, or they're scared.

Either way, we can use that.

Hey, you, like, cranked my wrist on that purse snatch.

[Sofi Tukker's "Drinkee"]

♪ ♪

Ferraris don't wait in line.

♪ ♪

Invitation?

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[engine revving]

[singing in Portuguese]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

So the dirty cash goes in.

The church cleans it.

Then the pastor takes his cut and donates the rest

around town to buy access and influence

for whoever it is he's taking orders from.

One big D.C. shell game.

And they think we're the crooks.

Huh.

Hi.

So even you can understand it.

I gave him the invitation.

He took my car. - All right.

I'm on the pastor. You find his contact.

Mm-hmm.

["Big Cities, Small Stories" playing]

♪ ♪

And it also helps that he's my father.

[laughter]

So, Emma, your father's the former governor.

Your brother's a senator.

What does that make you?

A crushing disappointment.

[laughter] - Oh!

♪ ♪

No, I'm actually a data analyst

for a logistics firm.

Oh, that's great.

[chuckles]

[slow jazzy music playing]

A negroni.

Really?

♪ ♪

How is it?

♪ ♪

- Imperfect. - Mm.

No fire trick.

♪ ♪

You're here.

I'm here.

♪ ♪

Let me guess.

They needed a theremin player for the band.

[chuckles] No.

♪ ♪

Actually wanted some face time with my congressman.

This pothole can't seem to get fixed.

♪ ♪

It's strange, seeing you in something other than a robe.

Was that a compliment?

♪ ♪

I can do better.

♪ ♪

You are an old sandbagger,

because I know what you're up--

We'll see you inside.

♪ ♪

May I pray with you, Pastor?

Of course.

[upbeat jazzy music playing]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

♪ ♪

Break time.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

What do you mean?

What do you think I mean?

♪ ♪

So your family's... impressive.

Mm, only from the outside looking in.

Spin over substance, all day, every day.

Mm.

I own a bar... with my family in Baltimore.

Who I am is so wrapped up in who they are that it's...

hard to see past it sometimes, you know?

I have the opposite problem.

Been defining myself against them my entire life.

Sounds lonely.

It can be.

[soft lounge music playing]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

[clears throat]

Sorry. I got to--

- Yeah. - Be right back.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Hey.

What in the hell are you doing?

- Just blending in. - Please.

I am the one person who always knows when you're lying.

♪ ♪

What's going on with the pastor?

Well, I identified his contact, and you're right.

He's nervous, which means that something's up,

which you would know if you weren't otherwise distracted.

Charlie, this was your plan.

You brought me on board.

I am here.

Where are you?

Don't do this to me again.

♪ ♪

Hey, sorry about that.

I have to go.

Work thing.

But tomorrow night,

French-fusion place on Concord,

a harpist playing a song neither of us knows.

Sounds wonderful.

- [chuckles] - But...

I have a thing.

[laughs] You have a thing?

[dramatic music]

What's going on? Did something happen?

♪ ♪

It's like you said, Emma.

There's a big difference between fantasy and reality.

♪ ♪

Can you honestly say you didn't think about me,

that you don't think there's something here?

♪ ♪

I didn't.

And I don't.

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

♪ ♪

Stop.

♪ ♪

Did anyone follow you?

No.

Leave the suitcase.

We'll take it from here.

Our friend will be in touch when he knows more.

Get going.

Thank you.

Don't let Tina near that suitcase.

- Hey, you know what? - [laughs]

Too soon.

Wow.

Look at you. - I was at a thing.

Talk to me.

That signal in the noise you found?

The deputy director ran it past our friends at the FBI,

and guess what.

We got a hit?

Patrick Maguire.

This dude's basically the Jeff Bezos of fentanyl.

His operations have doubled in size

in the last three years.

Been on the FBI's radar for a while,

but they couldn't nail him.

So we traced the movements of his crew,

hacked into a nearby security camera, and got this.

♪ ♪

Who's that?

No clue.

But he stiffed the syndicate on a deal, so...

Maguire's still here trying to secure

an East Coast distribution hub.

Call our friends at the FBI.

I want to be there when this guy goes down.

Done and done.

[Small Paul's "Do the Everything" playing]

♪ You got it ♪

You guys should have seen the look on the pastor's face.

I thought he was gonna crap his holy trousers.

Beautiful work, guys.

♪ ♪

Just beautiful work.

Except for the part where Charlie almost blew

the whole operation on account of some girl.

♪ I said ow ♪

♪ Ow, ow ♪

We'll have to be smart about this,

launder a little at a time through the bar.

At least you and Dad can still start your retirement.

Yeah, for what it's worth, I vote Mexico.

Spain's too far away.

So... there's a new girl, Charlie?

Was, not is.

Why was?

'Cause, Mom, like, this is what I'm good at, all right?

Just this.

♪ Do the Everything ♪

[somber music]

♪ ♪

We're not OK with this.

With what?

With your mother and I sailing off into the sunset

while you stay here to fall on your sword for this family.

You did that once.

- Dad, it's fine. - Just stop!

♪ ♪

It's our fault that you went inside,

had to survive that hell.

♪ ♪

We're in this spot today because of our choices,

not yours.

And you're right, Charlie.

You are the best.

The best.

But this can't be your whole world.

I got a lifetime of regrets,

and soon I may not remember any of them.

♪ ♪

So no, Charlie, no.

No, we're not walking away

and leaving you holding the bag.

Either we're all out, or we're all in.

♪ ♪

Mr. Maguire, we're all set and ready to go.

All right. [sighs]

I told you that deal was rotten.

Should have listened to me.

[laughs]

Stop thinking you're smarter than me.

It won't end well.

I'll be right behind you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

We got movement.

On my count. - Hold up.

We need to wait until his whole crew is on the plane.

You did your job.

Now let us do ours.

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

Drop the bag!

Drop the bag!

Get on the ground! Get on the ground!

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[tires squealing]

[siren wailing]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

[horn blares]

[glass shattering]

♪ ♪

[groans] Damn it.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

You good?

How's your wrist?

It's fine. I'm fine.

Did you get an ID on our mystery woman?

Yes. Daphne Finch.

Grew up in Philadelphia to a single mother,

law degree at Penn, MBA at Columbia.

Maguire brought her in a couple years ago

as a kind of consultant.

The crime syndicate's consultant?

Weird, right?

Nothing about this girl screams Irish gangster.

It's her.

She's the reason their operation expanded so quickly.

She's the brains behind Maguire's syndicate,

which means arresting Maguire changes nothing.

Pull all available data:

phone records, emails, texts, and every known associate.

♪ ♪

So we won the battle?

Yeah...

but not the war.

♪ ♪

I got to call you back.

♪ ♪

What happened? Are you--

I'm fine.

What are you doing here?

Look, about last night, I want to explain.

It's really not necessary.

No, it is. Look.

My life,

my family, it's--

It's complicated.

The more you know about me, the faster you'll want to run.

I get it. [laughs]

We spent 36 hours in a hotel room.

We barely know each other. Let's just leave it at that.

You're wrong. I do know you.

♪ ♪

Coffee, black.

Stones over the Beatles, all day, every day.

You read people better than they read themselves.

You're loyal,

but you don't trust easily

or often.

♪ ♪

And you're funny, even though you use it

to protect yourself.

♪ ♪

I know you want something different.

So do I.

I want to take you on that date.

What do you say?

I say you're right.

I don't trust easily or often, but last night--

Last night, I lied

when I said that...

there wasn't something between us,

when I said I didn't think about you.

Truth is, I never stopped thinking about you,

not once, not for a minute.

I--

Emma.

♪ ♪

Maybe we just stay here,

do this.

♪ ♪

For how long?

♪ ♪

Indefinitely.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Hey, Bird.

Forget everything I said last night, OK?

We're not gonna chip away at the debt.

That's not how this is gonna work.

One last big score gets us all out for good.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Hey, it's different this time.

OK.

Charlie.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Oh, great.

Looks like we got the whole family here.

- Ollie? - Wait, no, hold on, Bird.

Wait. Just wait.

♪ ♪

You won.

♪ ♪

Smart kid.

Wonder where she gets it.

♪ ♪

This is a nice place, Charlie.

♪ ♪

Look, about your money--

It's gone. I heard.

Love can be a real bitch, huh?

♪ ♪

You owe us the 10 million you stole

plus an additional 5.

Let's call it the cost

of getting Mr. Maguire out of prison.

Why?

I mean, it looks like you got what you wanted.

You're in charge.

I'm glad I could help you out with that.

Careful, Charlie.

There is no angle out of this

except for you doing exactly what I tell you to.

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OK.

So what guarantee do I have that you're not just gonna

take your money, then... take care of us?

That's the problem with lying for a living.

You never really know who you can trust, do you?

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Look, that kind of money, it's gonna take me some time.

Which I don't have.

So I suggest you do what you do best.

Get to stealing, Charlie,

because you are not gonna be able

to lie your way out of this one.

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[breathing shallowly]

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