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[Harry] You see, my whole life, I've prided myself on never picking a side.

I'll help you hide the hundred million.

Look at that.

You think this was my first choice? It's insane!

Cole's dead?

I have to take something.

[phone buzzes]

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

[phone buzzing]

Please, will you stop?

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

Grifter.

Hitter.

Hacker.

Thief.

We found other people who heard about us

and were doing the same thing, so we recruited them.

Now we have 12 active teams.

Leverage International.

And no shortage of rich bad guys.

Sadly not.

Hardison says it's because we live in the worst timeline.

Well, we do.

Hey.

To Nate, yeah?

One year gone but never forgotten.

To Nate.

He was self-righteous. He was arrogant.

I swear to God he made it up half the time, but...

I miss the hell out of him.

To Nate.

Hey, no.

Dude.

You're a lightweight, man. I'm not carrying you out of here.

Eliot and I do most of the traveling so he can check on his meat wagons.

Food trucks, Park. It's food trucks.

I started a chain of food trucks.

Jobs for folks that get out of the military.

It's good for them. It's a fresh start.

But mostly we're just supervising the other crews.

I can't remember the last time I was in an air vent.

I miss vents.

Hey, we built vents in the house so you could spend time in them.

But I know those vents.

There's nothing like the feeling of sliding into a hot, strange vent.

To strange vents.

Mm-hm.

Why are you staying at home?

You know, just working with refugee groups.

Coordinating food drives to resettlement camps,

getting medicine to aid workers.

George Clooney's satellite that tracks all the war crimes?

It's all software. Somebody's gotta run it.

Age of the geek, baby.

- Age of the geek, baby. - Age of the geek.

What about you though, hm?

How you doing since, uh... you know.

You know, I've just been doing this and that.

[Parker] Because you stopped returning our calls.

Eliot was very worried.

It's not... We were all...

I'm gonna cut this with some food.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

I'll whip up some brunch for us right now.

Eliot, my cupboards are bare.

And you guys, you've got a plane to catch.

Oh, no, no, no. I'll run to the store.

- Yeah... - Could you just stop?

Just stop.

[sighs]

[whispering] We should steal something.

That's it.

That is it. That is it. That's it.

No. I haven't...

- It's been years. - Sophie.

This might be a nice distraction for you.

Nearest art gallery?

Boston Museum of Art.

One point nine miles away.

Just upgraded to a Glenn-Rieder Mark IV system.

What!

[Alec laughs]

[crowd chanting] Hey, hey, ho, ho! Fletcher's art has got to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho! Fletcher's art has got to go!

Maxwell's a murderer! He's a murderer!

[chanting continues faintly]

[Eliot] All right, I count two guards in each gallery.

[Parker] See anything you like, Sophie?

I'm gonna go secure the exits.

Hey, man, if you happen to find some water or some aspirin...

I told you, man!

It's been eight years since I've done this.

I need a sec.

I can't do this.

[exhales]

[man] No.

This is ridiculous. This is idiotic.

You're being an idiot. Don't walk away from me.

The issues around my family have nothing to do with the art, my art.

Why would you remove my name from the brochure?

I would think the protestors would make that clear.

Do you want me to pull my Rembrandt from this show? Because I will.

Harry?

This is one of my lawyers. Fix this.

Well, unfortunately the terms of your contract

preclude removing the piece mid-show,

but we can cancel the next donation.

- Actually, we no longer want your money. - Oh, you don't?

You don't want my money?

I've sponsored this museum for over a decade.

I rebuilt that damn gallery!

I'm calling the board right now.

He's a treat.

Well, the Maxwell family has donated millions of dollars

to art museums around the world.

Mr. Maxwell values his reputation as a collector above all else.

Remind me, how did the Maxwell family make their fortune?

Opioids, right?

Wasn't it?

Not one of the protestors, are you?

I'm just here for the art.

[indistinct chatter]

This is Mr. Maxwell's piece.

Oh.

You know, before he owned it, it was stolen.

- Back in, um... - 2002. London.

On a beautiful spring day.

It was a bit of a rush job, really.

[Harry sighs]

[Harry sighs]

No.

Hey. Um...

Sorry if we pushed you to come here.

It's just, we are worried.

Not now. You're not gonna believe what's happening here.

Oh, yeah. Somebody cut the cameras.

They're gonna steal that Rembrandt.

Probably set off the fire alarms for cover.

So, anyway, my psychologist says that...

Your psychologist?

Dr. Novik.

We helped her save some abused kids, so she pays me back in services.

Three.

- Two. - One.

[alarm blaring]

I'm sorry, you're seeing a child psychologist?

She like the puppets.

So much anger. [growls]

[Harry] People, people. There's no need to panic.

Just head right for the exits. Right this way.

Here we go.

[Harry] That's right.

[gates clank shut]

[exclaims]

This is not what it looks like.

'Cause it looks like you're stealing a Rembrandt.

And you've got a two-minute window, tops.

Hurry on.

Are you not gonna call?

You want me to keep...

- Who are you? - Who are you?

Harry Wilson, lawyer.

That my wallet?

Well, I hope so.

It's got all your credit cards in it.

Undergrad, Tulane. Oh, he's a New Orleans boy.

Okay, law school, Harvard.

Works at a New Orleans law firm.

Your client list...

Ooh. These are not good people. Harry, you work for some bad people.

You shady.

Hardison, he cut the cameras,

but we should probably wipe footage of everyone in the gallery.

I'm on it. Babe, give me a hardwire tap into the gallery Wi-Fi.

[device beeps]

She does that.

Ooh. Looping the magnetic detector. I like that.

I don't know that technique.

Where'd you learn that?

- YouTube. - Oh, dear.

Exit strategy with those gates down?

Ah.

[click]

[door creaks]

Employee access corridor. Nice.

[Sophie] Parker.

Is that my watch?

He's not gonna learn unless he does it himself.

Not gonna learn what?

[alarm ringing]

You have to check for weight triggers in the support wire.

You were doing so well.

He was doing so well, right?

No, he wasn't. You know he's going to prison forever.

Leave the painting.

- Leave the painting? - The painting.

- The painting. - We have to go.

Right now they're overriding the fire alarm doors,

the police are on their way,

and an enterprising employee's gonna come running through your escape route.

Well, can I at least get my... my...

my wallet.

- Where's Eliot? - He's securing the...

[grunts]

Securing the exits.

Well, now you're gonna have to carry him.

What?

You wanted a distraction.

He's the distraction.

Hardison, get the left side. I'll take the right.

- You hit him. - Hardison!

Damn it, Hardison.

Yeah, we caught him trying to steal one of the Rembrandts.

So he's a thief?

No.

I'm not sure what he is.

[woman] Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Sorry, I was just doing the math.

I think we could protect about a hundred million dollars.

You'll have to pay out the rest in settlements.

[chuckling] No, no. I'm not settling anything.

I am a doctor.

I'm a patron of the arts. I'm not a drug dealer.

My family makes medication for sick people.

It's not our fault a bunch of addicts took advantage.

You're omitting the bit where for eight years

you misled thousands of doctors and patients

about how addictive the opioid mixture was.

Well, that's an exaggeration.

You made cartoons.

[high-pitched singsong voice] I make the ouchie go away.

There's memos.

In that one, you talk about how much money you make

selling drugs to wounded veterans.

- Where did you get this? - Well, that doesn't matter.

What matters is that the attorneys general from the seven states

that are about to sue you, they have it.

Now, my firm can help you hide some of your money,

but you will pay out the rest, or,

as outlined in this report,

you're facing years of costly litigation

against these media-friendly victims.

If you agree, I'll help you hide the hundred million,

and I'll seek out each of the litigants,

and I'll talk them into settling.

[sighs]

All right.

You come very highly recommended. I'm glad to have you on my side.

Oh, I'm not on anybody's side. I'm a lawyer.

Cole Hoskins?

My name's Harry Wilson.

I'm here to talk to you about your lawsuit with Libris Pharmaceuticals.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Cole. Cole.

Go inside. I'll handle it.

I'm his sister Jenny. I have power of attorney.

The limp's from an IED outside Bagram.

What about the power of attorney?

After his third stint in rehab.

Know any reason I don't beat you myself?

Libris Pharmaceuticals wants to settle.

Your medication turned my brother into an addict.

Not my medication. Those are the people my firm represents.

We've convinced Maxwell to pay out.

But I gotta go back down there and tell him that you'll...

put down the shovel, so to speak.

We used to own a house, you know.

Belonged to my grandparents.

Had to sell the second time he was in rehab.

Well, I promise you'll have enough to buy it back.

I'll even help you with the paperwork.

You bank a lot on that sweet-looking face, don't you?

You have my word.

And done.

Now, only use these codes to move the money you want, completely secure.

As to our plan for the settlement... [clears throat]

Oh, we're not settling anything.

I'm not letting a bunch of nobodies ruin the Maxwell name.

Um, I thought I explained,

you're gonna spend millions of dollars litigating this for years.

Millions I have.

Years they don't have.

No, you... you laid it out so beautifully right here.

If I tie them up in court, eventually they're gonna settle or quit.

Hell, because you got most of them to consider settling,

I even know how much to lowball them.

Now, when I spend the next decade donating to museums

around the world, sharing the gift of my art,

no one is gonna remember a bunch of penny-ante settlements

strung out over years.

These problems are gonna be forgotten, and my name

will live on in those museums forever.

Honestly, Harry, I...

I could not have done this without you.

Have a good day.

[Sophie] So you felt guilty.

My whole life, I prided myself on never picking a side.

But I began to think all those years, maybe... maybe I had.

Better late than never, I guess.

Lightweight. See?

Hey, don't.

Do not.

Say, man, why didn't you just go for all his money?

No. [sighs]

I'm the one who made it impossible to access.

Bank of Malta.

Voice passwords that change every 24 hours.

Mm-mm. Besides...

You wanted to hurt him. You know the money doesn't matter to him.

The art does.

He's got famous paintings hanging in galleries

in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York...

Eight museums all around the country, all with his name on the walls.

That's all he talks about.

[Eliot] No, that's not right.

It's not about the art.

It's about this guy's name. That's what matters.

It's his lost reputation.

At the museum, he wasn't just angry,

he was afraid.

He thought he bought legitimacy,

and he can feel it slipping away.

And nothing hurts like feeling you're safe and then...

having that taken away from you.

So, are we gonna help this guy,

or are we gonna bonk him on the head,

Hardison wipes his ID and credit rating and we dump him in Venezuela?

I'd like to vote no on that.

You don't get a vote. Sit your ass back down.

No.

No. I'm retired.

I haven't been on the con for years.

But you spotted him prepping his heist without even trying.

Yeah, you should have seen your face

when you realized. You lit up.

Sophie, you're the one that made us bring him here,

all right, instead of leaving him for the guards.

Hey, get the gang back together Star Trek style.

Even numbers only, baby. I can't believe I know that.

Uh, excuse me. If I may...

I think I've deduced that you are a group of thieves

who were at the museum not to steal the Rembrandt.

Who here hasn't already stolen a Rembrandt?

Got three. Hat trick.

But now that you've heard that the owner is vermin,

you will help me ruin him?

You want our help or not?

[sighs] I can trust you?

- [all chuckling] - Sorry. That's funny.

You can trust us on this?

- Probably. - Hardison.

We haven't even done background on the target. We don't know the mark.

Are you trying to tell me you don't think

you can cold-read this Maxwell dude, Sophie?

I once saw you predict a mark's weakness off of his driver's license photo.

Come on, now.

Maxwell knows his philanthropy can't outrun his scandals.

You saw those protests.

In theory... in theory...

he's looking for the next big score.

The one donation they can't take away from him

that's gonna drown out all the negative press.

Well, any man who's insecure about his name

can never turn down an opportunity to be a hero.

That's not bad, new guy.

A hero-level donation.

Stolen painting.

A stolen lost painting,

one specific to him, to hook him.

A lost Rembrandt.

A lost Rembrandt.

Nate.

Nate worked the case.

Every insurance investigator has at some point. It's the white whale.

The Gardner Heist.

Highly overrated. Strong results, but amateur technique.

Nate was still on Vista.

What kind of ancient historical foolishness is this?

Nineteen-ninety, a bunch of thieves broke in and stole, like...

[Parker] Thirteen.

Thirteen works of art from the Isabella Gardner Museum.

Including a Vermeer and Rembrandt's Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

That's it, Hardison.

It's the greatest unsolved art crime in the world.

Anyone, no matter their sins,

who was to find and return just one of these paintings

would be a hero.

Well, anyone who claimed to return one of these paintings

that later turned out to be a fake,

their name would be ruined in the art world forever.

Quite right.

It seems like you're already halfway to a plan there, Ms. Devereaux.

Way ahead of us.

We'll do this one.

Just one.

And we're gonna need our Mr. Wilson.

- No, no. - We're rushed.

He's already an inside man. We can use that.

Yeah, and we can bonk him on the head later if we have to.

Uh, thank you.

That doesn't seem right.

Hey, Sophie, come on. Say it.

You know you have to.

Let's go steal a stolen Rembrandt.

- [claps hands] - Yes!

That's my girl.

Whew.

What just happened?

So, according to our Mr. Wilson,

Maxwell is obsessed with these Monet sculptures,

so there's no need to pressure him.

You just ease into it.

Sophie, I've been the roper for the last eight years.

Yes.

Yes, of course you have.

And don't worry.

I haven't stabbed anybody in a really long time, like a whole month.

Parker, a month's not very long.

It is when you're the one not doing the stabbing.

Yes, my name is still on the wall,

but they took it out of the brochure,

and it is not on the placard.

Yes, yes, it's a private auction,

but we still need certification.

I'm gonna call you back.

[phone beeps]

[Parker] You've got to be kidding me.

Well, then find me another expert on Monet's collection.

Well, it's invitation only for a reason.

They're the rarest pieces.

[Harry sighs]

Y'all better not be scratching my baby.

So we're not painting fakes anymore? We're printing them?

Man, we gotta keep up with the times.

Hey, go on and start that thing up.

Go ahead.

[device whirring]

- [chuckles] - Are you kidding me?

I am not, sir.

Yeah, see, this is my baby, all right?

This is the 3-D printer I use for all my forgeries.

And check it, there's this dope AI program from the Netherlands, right?

I used that to teach this how to duplicate brushstrokes from great artists.

I'm talking about masterpieces in four hours.

Been doing this a long time?

Oh, yeah. Since I was a kid.

Yeah, since he was an annoying, cocky kid

that almost got us killed all the time.

I was cocky because I was good.

You were just cranky.

And then you decided to help people.

I didn't start out that way.

I mean, I was really in it for the rep,

Parker for the cash.

I had anger issues I needed to work out.

What changed?

What happened?

Uh...

Us. We happened.

The only thing that stays the same is he gets the easy job.

So a masterpiece in four hours.

Excuse me? Did he just say e-e-easy?

Bruh, I-I g-gotta fake a masterpiece from 1633.

Not only does the painting have to look identical,

the materials I use have to be identical.

I'm talking about the canvas, the paint.

You want to know where Rembrandt got his paints?

Come on, come on. Excuse me, bro. Bro, watch out, watch out.

Get a little history on this, brother.

[computers beeping]

A'ight, see, Rembrandt got his yellow from soil only found in Cyprus...

his blue from a stone from one mountain in Afghanistan.

He got the red from these nasty little crunchy lice

off a damn cactus in Mexico.

I got a sniper in Afghanistan. He can get you the rocks.

I got a mob driver in Cyprus. He can get you the soil.

I got a guy in Mexico owes me a favor.

Oh, you... you know somebody

who's nasty enough to pick lice off a damn cactus with his bare hands?

Yeah.

It's a big favor.

They asked him to dig his own grave, and I saved his life.

How'd you do that?

I told 'em the check had cleared. The man could stop digging.

[all chuckling]

Uh-uh. Mm-mm.

Canvas I can't help you with.

All right. New guy, check the storage unit.

Whew.

Are these all stolen masterpieces in this closet?

Don't be ridiculous, man.

If they were stolen masterpieces, they'd be in that closet.

Just check the dates on the back, man.

Get me something from the 1630s that I can strip.

Look.

That's the one.

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no. Uh-uh.

Y'all... y'all gotta get all this stuff out of here.

This stuff is going to auction in a few minutes.

Hey, hey, is there a problem?

Yes, this man is... Who are you?

The collection coordinator.

Look, as Ted said...

It's Todd.

Todd. Todd. As Todd said, all this is going to auction in minutes.

Yeah. Y'all hear that high-pitched whistle?

Your jockey pump failed.

All right, water's gonna come bursting out of these pipes

at about 300 psi.

Is that bad?

Son, that's enough to tear a baby's arm off.

On a baby or, like, a toddler?

I don't know. Maybe a toddler.

Maybe one of those pre-Ks.

What an unsettling metaphor.

Well, y'all can ride it out if you want,

but if I was you, I'd try to get up underneath

one of them big metal tables or something.

No, no, no. Get all this stuff out of here.

Come on. Now! Now.

- Let's go. - Hey, whoa.

Hey, Todd. Todd. The auction must go on.

I take full responsibility for the safety of my people,

and this art.

Well, there's a lot of pipes in the hallway, too,

so you might want to just keep on going.

Perhaps all the way down to the loading garage.

[indistinct chatter]

[Sophie, over comms] Okay, places, everybody.

He's coming.

And item 44 is sold

for $475,000.

Which brings us to our last item,

a plaster minotaur by Rodin,

once owned by his friend Claude Monet.

This is a rare piece from the Musée Marmottan Monet

in Paris that will only enhance its owner's collection

and reputation.

Let's start the bidding at one million.

Do I have one point one?

One two?

One three? Do I have one three?

One four. One eight.

Two million.

Do I have two point one?

- Two point five. - [crowd murmuring]

Two point five million is the bid.

Do I have two six?

Going once.

Twice.

The item is sold.

- Two point five million. - [applause]

[chuckles] That concludes our auction for today.

On behalf of Sommersby's, thank you all for coming.

[indistinct chatter]

Could have faked that minotaur and walked away with a nice painting.

Nate never settled for nice.

Looks like I have a minotaur.

Yes, and... oh.

I'm afraid I can't sell this to you.

Is there a problem?

Your name has been flagged, Mr. Maxwell.

Illiquidity.

Really?

- I'll just call my bank right now. - I'm afraid that's not the issue.

The seller doesn't want his piece seized in a future lawsuit or bankruptcy.

Pardon me, do you have a deadbeat bidder here, because...

Oh, no. You have Fletcher Maxwell.

More than a deadbeat. He's a drug dealer.

Okay, this actually has nothing to do with...

Now, I should demand a recount,

okay, but since my guy's up here throwing blanks,

I'll take it for two million.

[no audible speech]

You're gonna pay for this.

Well, I can pay.

Yeah, my money's good here. [chuckles]

[Fletcher] I don't care.

Tell me how to find whoever flagged me.

[Eliot] This was a waste of my time.

Mr. Gallagher, the Rodin is a rare one.

- The price that you put in for it... - I don't care about the price, okay?

I-I want big ticket items.

Stop putting together these little penny-ante auctions

or I'll send you back to that museum in Cleveland where I found you!

[sighs]

Excuse me.

[sobs softly]

Excuse me.

[sighs]

Come on.

- I gotta get back in there. - No.

She's Sophie Devereaux.

[exhales]

Are you okay?

I, uh...

Yes. Uh... thank you.

Is your boss always so charming?

Oh.

He has his good days.

I'm Fletcher Maxwell.

Katherine Clive.

Are you a Monet fan, Katherine?

A fan? Well, he's my specialty. Why?

'Cause I think I have a business proposition for you.

Can you be at my place around 7:00?

No, it's completely professional, I assure you.

I'll be there.

Great.

That was...

[exhales]

- Exhilarating. - Yeah.

I never doubted you.

Yes, you did.

Yeah, I need you to do a full security check on someone.

Everything about them.

Everything.

You know your haystacks.

You know, I stayed in Monet's house.

I just had to see the light the way he did.

How can you stand to be around that boss of yours?

- He got me out of Cleveland. - [chuckles] Cleveland.

Yes, that's twice I've heard that.

The Cleveland Museum of Art's really more known

for its Egyptian and Asian art, isn't it?

You know, I've never had dinner with...

With personal security?

Unfortunately, a lot of unreasonable people blame my family

for their own... ugh... misfortunes.

Everyone's suspect.

You see, I had someone do just a little bit of checking up on you.

I don't like people poking into my personal affairs.

Well, you're not required to like me.

Ms. Clive has an excellent reputation with Impressionist collectors,

but her research at Oxford was in Egyptian antiquities.

She is one hundred percent legitimate.

- The boss, on the other hand... - Hmm.

Will Gallagher. His father was Irish mob.

Who left his son a very corrupt trucking business when he died. Page three.

You'll see that Gallagher's been suspected

of being behind numerous high-price blind sales

at auctions worldwide.

You know I can't confirm that.

These purchases don't make any sense. It's like he's almost buying at random.

- Why? - I should go.

- This was a mistake. - No, no, no.

How would you like to oversee my Monet collection?

I'll give you full control.

The job's yours. I just need you to be honest with me about Will Gallagher.

All right.

If you'd never bought a piece of art in your life,

and you suddenly tried to sell one for 40 million dollars,

then that would raise a few red flags, wouldn't it?

The IRS would hound you to the grave.

But if you already owned a collection worth 20 million,

and you made it look like you flipped it for 40 in a series of blind sales,

then that would make you a savvy collector, wouldn't it?

Why would he do that for a painting?

And what previously unknown painting is worth 40 million dollars?

One that his gangster father stole 30 years ago.

[exhales]

His father's Boston Mob?

The Gardner Heist?

Um, is it...

The Rembrandt.

[exhales]

How would you like to help me screw your ungrateful thug of a boss?

- You enjoying yourself? - [chuckles]

I gotta get my trucking company up and running before Maxwell gets here.

I told him the banks are about to seize your property.

- You're broke and you have to sell. - All right.

Do I even want to ask to whom this building actually belongs?

No? I didn't think so.

You know, this character you got me playing,

the son of a Boston gangster, it's...

no secret who you wrote this one for.

You know, we never...

we never really got to talk.

If you ever want to... discuss...

I think this is my way of talking about it.

Through this.

Nathan Ford?

[sighs]

Choose your next words very carefully, Mr. Wilson.

I saw his name on a document, I made some calls.

Frankly, the stories are...

incredible.

He was a very brilliant, very angry man.

May I ask?

For a while, his family contained his anger and...

then his son died, and he turned the anger on himself.

When we worked together, it drove him, and he was relentless.

Then he stopped being angry.

But the damage was done.

His heart burned too hot for too long.

Well, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

At least he burned.

[Fletcher] Will Gallagher.

Remember me?

Yeah, I remember you.

You here looking for customers for your pain pills?

Lot of bad backs in here.

Actually, you're the one selling.

And I very much want to buy.

I'm talking about the Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

Mm-hm. [chuckles] Your curator works for me now.

I guess I outbid you on her, too.

I... I got a lot of other buyers lined up.

[chuckles] You don't.

My lawyer, Harry Wilson, he's already drawn up the evidence for the IRS.

If you try to sell to anybody else,

you're never gonna be able to save your shoddy little legacy.

[grunting]

Relax. [laughing] Relax.

Painting's worth 40 million and I'm gonna give you twenty-five.

You're gonna give me 25 million.

Yes. You get to cover your very ill-advised art purchases,

and you walk away with a nice profit.

I'd take the win.

What are you gonna do with it?

Oh, well, as a noted patron of the arts,

I'm gonna give the painting back to the Isabella Gardner Museum

as a public service to the lovely people of Boston.

I'll be authenticating the painting at 7:00 pm this evening.

You get paid in full.

You even made all the cracks from the paint aging.

Yeah, I cooked it low and slow in the pizza oven.

I made the cracks one by one using a ballpoint pen.

Is that weird that I find all of that really attractive?

I thank God every day that you do.

All right, get a room. I'm taking this.

What, the... Wrap it first!

[Eliot] I know that, Hardison!

Hmm. Nice.

Eliot's food truck makes excellent cover.

Oh, it's more than cover.

[computers beeping]

It used to take a whole van.

Now we can fit a mini-Lucille inside every food truck in the world.

Please don't touch my stuff.

Maxwell asked me to find an expert...

to authenticate the painting.

He'll buy it if you're with me.

Wow.

Yeah. [French accent] Professor Michele Baptiste

of the Sorbonne Art History Department, at your service.

Oh. It's impressive how much better your accents have gotten.

- Pfft. - Whatchu talkin' 'bout, girl?

My accents have always been great.

Baby, ain't they always been great?

Sure thing. They always...

Ooh. I gotta go... [exhales] do that thing. Bye.

Huh?

[electrical buzzing]

[microphone feedback]

- [static] - [winces]

[phone rings]

Hello?

[Fletcher] Hey. It's Maxwell.

No need for us to go to that meeting tonight.

Mm-hm. I'm about to teach somebody a lesson.

Maxwell just cancelled.

Eliot, Maxwell cancelled. We're coming in.

Do not. Your cover ain't blown, and I ain't down.

You stay there.

[woman] As I live and breathe.

It is you.

I know you?

Not personally.

My company RIZ,

we provide VIP security,

cutting-edge data collection, threat analysis, blah, blah.

I'll leave you a brochure.

Your face didn't ping a single alarm.

But I happened to glance at the file, and, well...

I work in the field of violence.

Not knowing Eliot Spencer in our line of business,

it's a bit like not knowing Rembrandt.

You'll not be hustling Mr. Maxwell today.

So you've only read about me on paper.

This a warning?

Oh, no. It's an audition... for them.

Can we not do this.

Ooh. Giving up already?

You got your boys two by two.

I'm gonna start off with the guy on the left.

I'm gonna send him into the big fella here and disrupt his attack line.

By that time the guy on the right's gonna be on top of me,

so I'm gonna dislocate his elbow,

and use him to get closer to Taser boy.

At that point Goldilocks should be coming around,

but I'm gonna be too close to the beans, so he can't flank me.

I'll move into the center and take them down one by one.

The fight's already over.

I'd just as soon skip the bruises.

And now they're going to second guess every move they make,

a fraction of a second hesitation negating their numbers.

[all grunting]

[Taser crackles]

[attacker shouts]

[combat grunts continuing]

Come on, man, come on.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

[groans]

[grunting]

Big guy's got potential.

You can cut the rest.

It's a lot faster in person, huh?

Be seeing you.

Well, maybe we can offer up another painting.

No.

Look, if Gallagher's blown, then I'm blown.

This con is dead.

RIZ Security is one of those new, scary breed of ex-spy-for-hire firms.

It's come up in the last ten years.

They've got offices in London, Geneva, D.C.

Damn, defense contracts?

We've handled private security before.

Mm-mm. No, no, no.

These are the guys you call if you're a dictator

and you want somebody disappeared.

Yeah, these guys are past security.

It's more like having your own private army.

Smart thing to do would be to run.

Put some space between us.

You too.

This is my home.

This is our home.

All of Nate's things are...

And...

[clang]

Eliot!

I didn't know! I didn't know!

Why should we trust anything coming out of your mouth?!

How do we know this wasn't a setup?

You think this was my first choice? It's insane!

Obviously it's insane!

Working with you people is insane.

[exhales]

I tried.

I tried to do the right thing,

the right way.

I wanted to make amends.

I tried to track down everybody that Maxwell had...

that I had hurt.

Mr. Hoskins.

Mr. Hoskins!

[man] They're gone.

Been gone since the boy died.

Cole's dead?

OD'd.

Hospital bills took what was left of Jenny's money.

So the bank took the trailer.

Where's Jenny?

Don't know.

You could try the women's shelter over on 5th.

Maybe the overpass. Lot of homeless there.

I gotta take something from him.

If I... If I can't give them anything,

and I can't be forgiven...

[exhales] I need to take something.

I need to take something!

[alarm blaring]

[lid unscrews]

[alarm continuing]

Not at all. I'm pleasantly surprised. Mm-hm.

You wanted to see me? [grunts]

- [groans] - So the... the funds will clear today.

That's... no, that's fantastic. Thank you.

Yes, so my bank account routing number is 37-alpha-33,

and the transaction password is 22164866.

[chuckles] No, thank you. You've been incredibly helpful.

All right, thank you. Buh-bye.

Wow.

That was my insurance company.

They're going to be direct-depositing a very comfortable payoff

for the Rembrandt you burned.

- I didn't burn your... [grunts] [wheezes] - No, no, no. Harry.

Come on.

- [panting] - Someone wiped the security footage,

Harry, so I can't prove it, but Gallagher was a fraud.

That Clive woman's disappeared,

so I'm kind of just left with you in the middle of all of this.

[pistol cocking]

Do you know how incredibly easy it would be

to claim that you just broke in here, you're deranged,

ranting about how I have to pay for my sins

because of... [mock sadness] all these deaths.

Do you know what this gentleman will get if he shoots you in the head

and then lies to the police?

Time and a half.

[phone buzzes]

[clears throat] Excuse me.

Yes?

Mm-hm. All right. Sure.

[phone beeps]

It's the museum.

They're desperate to apologize for letting my masterpiece burn.

I mean, obviously I'm gonna sue them, but...

I can go listen to them beg. That'd be fun, right?

Oh, and I called your firm, Harry.

You're done.

[grunts]

[panting]

And this was the residue test.

[scoffs]

- Mr. Max... - Please.

Can I have a moment?

To mourn.

Mr. Maxwell, this is Connie Lieu from the insurance company.

Hello.

I just spoke to your people about my payout.

I suppose you'll be joining me in suing the museum?

Why, exactly?

[chuckles]

You did just pay me a ginormous sum.

I... I assume you'd like to recoup some of it.

Two things, Mr. Maxwell. First...

Why did you hire someone to burn a fake Rembrandt in my museum?

What?

We tested the residue. It's a fake.

We're gonna need to come up with a Plan M.

Why we gotta call it Plan M?

You know my feelings about Plan M.

You say this machine can duplicate any masterwork in four hours?

Pretty much.

Can you do that one?

I like your style, new guy.

Eliot, Plan S.

For Hardison survive, damn it.

[laughing]

Pfft. No, no, no, no.

No, no, no. I see what you're doing.

No, it's a mistake. [laughs]

You have no problem selling poison to people.

I really don't put insurance fraud past you.

I bet you sold the painting

and then torched the fake to collect the insurance.

Okay, Connie, that is ridiculous.

I am Fletcher Maxwell.

I am a patron of the arts.

Do you know that I have paintings

hanging in all of the great museums in America?

Yes. I called the directors of all those museums

to check your art, and Mr. Maxwell, we know they're all fakes.

All of them.

[sputters]

That's impossible.

That is impossible.

What do you think about Harry's idea?

I think why stop at one?

You make eight.

One for each of his paintings in the other museums.

Well, sure, if I cut the print time in half,

but they won't fool anybody.

They don't have to.

Wait a second, that's impossible.

You're talking about breaking into eight

of the highest-security museums in the country,

swapping out eight masterpieces in 24 hours, that's...

That's... is she all right?

Go ahead, babe.

- So... many... vents! - Mm-hm.

[gasps] You take your hands off of me.

I'm calling my lawyers.

All of them.

Oh, Mr. Maxwell, I said two things.

Second,

my insurance company didn't give you a payout,

so...

who the hell were you talking to?

You didn't give them your bank information over the phone, did you?

[both chuckle]

That’s impossible. I just...

What do you... What do you mean, "empty"?

I just talked to you! No.

I did not. I did not withdraw it. The...

I with... Everything? What do you mean everything?

Hey! Thanks for letting me into your house!

I just had to pick something up.

[Sophie] Look on the bright side, Mr. Maxwell.

You'll no longer be famous for being a drug dealer.

You'll be far more famous

for being the biggest fraud in the art world.

I believe that's the first time I've seen you smile.

You know, I really wasn't too sure about the whole gloating thing,

but you were right. Seeing his face was very cathartic.

It's an acquired taste.

I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it myself.

Hey, so, look,

we found all the money that you hid for Maxwell,

plus we sold the paintings to some, um...

[stammers] some of the homies.

All right? Now we divvy that up between the families that he hurt.

Won't make up for everything, but, uh...

it'll make a difference.

You didn't pay out to everyone?

We couldn't find everyone.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think you were done?

Oh, if only you could find all the names, then you could just move on.

Harry, Harry.

You didn't do just one thing wrong.

You've been working on the wrong side for a long time, right?

Yes, yes, I would have to say that.

Yeah, so you don't get to just do one thing

and claim you've repented.

You see, in the Jewish faith...

Jewish faith?

My Nana leads a multi-denominational household, so...

In the Jewish faith, repentance, redemption, is a process.

You can't make restitution and then promise to change.

You have to change first.

Do the work, Harry.

Then and only then can you begin to ask for forgiveness.

You see that cowboy back there?

Man, for the last 12 years I've seen him risk his life

to save hundreds of innocent people who will never know his name,

all that, and every single morning he still gets up,

and you know what he says?

I still got more to do.

So this...

This isn't the win.

This is the start, Harry.

He's not wrong.

He's his father's son.

[newscaster] ...the CEO of Libris Pharmaceuticals has become a fugitive.

Maxwell pulled a runner.

[newscaster] Maxwell was arrested earlier today

on an array of charges including burglary and insurance fraud.

Authorities say Maxwell fled his Beacon Hill estate

hours after posting bail of two million dollars.

[Eliot] Where's he gonna go?

The banks froze all his other assets.

We have his secret money. He's done, right?

We got almost everything. His family had one more emergency fund.

It's not very much, but it's enough to disappear on.

That's where he's going.

Well, looks like we got more to do.

The money's in Panama. He's going to Panama.

We gonna go after him?

Sophie?

Your call.

I said one job.

But the job's not done.

Grab your kit.

We're going to Panama.

Woof!

[Eliot] I got a tamale truck in Panama.

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