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Two hours for tips and overlay?

Hour and a half for backfills?

How many times do I have to tell you,

eyes on the nails, not the customers!

Mai.

And you're all lazy.

Send you all back to Vietnam, if they'd take you.

Till I see an improvement, no calls home to your family.

Understood?

What is it, Frank?

Where's the kid-- Bao?

Hm.

Where's your boy, Tien?

You little thief!

Lucky shot.

Go again.

I'll finish sweeping.

You been holdin' out on me, son.

Let me introduce you...

to the American Dream.

MVP! MVP!

Yeah, well, that's the first time I've ever seen you pick a lock underwater.

Hey, I'm not the one who took out an armored car

with a crowbar and peripheral vision.

Yeah, well, I definitely earned my weekend off,

however, the real MVP, Miss Sophie Devereaux.

Not one but two characters in the space of a hallway.

Stop. I'm blushing.

What about our Mr. Wilson's role?

Hmm?

The lobby guard.

- What'd you do with the lobby guard? - Oh...

Right! He, uh, held up the map in front of his face.

That was five seconds we needed, my man. Five key seconds, brother.

To five key seconds.

Mr. Wilson.

I had one job to do, and I almost screwed it up.

All I had to do was hold up this map, and I almost didn't do that right.

Meanwhile, you-- one second, you're the Egyptologist.

The next second, you waltz right in and you're the water commission head.

No fear, no hesitation.

Well, there's no reason to be afraid.

I mean, the deck is stacked in my favor.

How so?

Okay, humans are born to trust,

but we're hard-wired to be lied to.

Our little brains are positive illusion factories.

How do I become the head of the water department?

I just put on a hardhat and walk into a flooded museum,

and the rest is up to confirmation bias.

That all sounds good, but actually doing it?

I don't know that I'm ever...

Look out!

Harry Wilson, disgraced lawyer!

Jack Hurley, disgraced broker.

Hello, fellow pilgrim.

- Sophie! - Hurley!

How are you? Oh, so good to see you!

What's up, Parker?

Wait, what-what are you doing? You sneakin' around in here?

I didn't mean to scare y'all. Hardison gave me the door code.

Where's-where's Breanna?

Hardison drug her off somewhere, some code camp.

Then she said something about Hardison being a camp counselor,

and I stopped listening.

Harry, Hurley used to be like you-- you know, just a guy.

Now he works on our crews all over the world.

Yep, just got back from Seoul.

Lee Tae-joon and his crew are killin' it.

Oh, by the way, Roy says hi. Did you know he named his dog after you?

Well, he... we... wait, what?!

Yeah, it bites everybody.

I wish we had known you were coming.

Parker and I just picked up a job in Colombia.

Well, it was a last-minute thing.

I had a layover and a little unfinished business with this guy. Huh?

Oh, you want to play golf with me.

I haven't played in a few months.

Well, I guess that'd make the beating more humiliating for you.

Get in here!

Damn it, man!

Don't you belong to a golf club, Mr. Wilson?

Yeah, um, Branchbrier.

You guys wanna play? I could get you in as my guests.

- Yes, please! - Little perk from my old firm.

I'll call 'em, I'll see if they've got a tee time tomorrow.

Let's go!

Force of habit.

- Ohh! - Ohh!

You learn from the best.

You get me every time. Sorry.

Ohh.

I am going to smoke you today!

I'm standing right here.

What do you fellas say we make it a little interesting today?

- I don't know, say, 20 bucks a hole? - No, no.

- Twenty bucks? - Hurley, no. Harry.

Actually, I'm in recovery, so...

no gambling, no booze, no drugs, no tacos.

I had a big taco problem.

- I had no idea. - No, it's cool.

Just... any mention of gambling... or tacos...

It's a trigger, so...

Who's up?

Damn it!

- Sorry.

Ooh, that'll do it. That'll do it.

Making a statement. Thanks for giving me a target, kid.

Yeah.

Now I know what to shoot over.

- Nicely done. - Oh, thank you, thank you.

Oh, yeah. "Be the ball, Danny."

Holy moly!

Ho ho ho ho!

- Thank you very much. Country mile.

Whoo!

Watch out for this guy.

He knows every inch of this course.

- Get over! Get over! - Ohh!

That'll play. That'll play. It'll play. I'm sure you'll find it.

Seventeen more holes, huh?

Now, where is that ball?

Let's go again.

Double or nothin'.

Eh, maybe next week. I'll call you.

I'll spot you two strokes.

Three.

Deal.

I'll get us a tee time.

Meet me at the bar. You're buying.

- Frank. -I got the merch, Carl.

I'm not frontin' you again. It's cash on delivery.

I know! It's cash on delivery!

Eight o'clock tonight, the truck stop off the I-10.

Yep. I've got a little liquidity problem.

That's not my problem!

I'll be flush in a few hours.

Eight o'clock tonight, truck stop off of I-10.

Yes. Truck stop off I-10. I know it.

And, Frank... relax.

No mistakes today, or you will pay.

Do you understand?

Okay.

Excuse me!

You didn't happen to see a Titleist

I shanked somewhere between here and Alabama, did you?

Harry Wilson.

Thought I knew all the caddies here at the club.

Bao. I don't work here.

Oh.

Oh, you work for Carl Bishop.

How's he doin'? I haven't seen him for a long time.

I have to go. Have a good day, sir.

- Pshew. - I'm telling you, it was weird.

And I can't put my finger on it.

- Oh, well, it's a golf hustle. -...golf hustle.

- What? - That guy Carl, he lost on purpose.

Yeah, and then he begs the guy for a rematch.

The guy's like, "Yeah, I'll take your money all day, hey."

First hole, takes a swing, throws his back out.

Then he offers to have his caddy play in his place.

The caddy is the ringer.

Well, that all makes sense.

Except for his final warning, "You will pay."

This kid seemed scared.

You think he's not a willing participant?

I think he needs our help.

That's-- that's-- no. Today's my day off. We're golfin'.

What about that phone call?

Cash on delivery at a truck stop? That's definitely nefarious.

I know Carl Bishop's lawyer. It's Rick Saffron.

Rick Saffron's never repped a legit client in his life.

- Boom. - Guys, I just had a birdie, right here.

What's the play, Harry?

I think I break into Rick Saffron's office,

find out what Carl Bishop's up to, and we use that to set this caddy free.

Yeah, then me and Eliot earn the kid's trust.

The golf con is on!

- It's kind of my catchphrase. - I really like that.

- Thanks. - It's good.

Did you find Carl?

Yep. He's up in the bar with his mark, waiting on their tee time.

That means we'd have to clear the mark and hook Carl all at the same time.

On the fly. No tools, no prep. I-- you know...

Like Titanic Thompson.

You think you're gonna convince me to do this by comparing me to the GOAT?

No. No, no, no.

Titanic Thompson could beat PGA pros left- and right-handed.

I mean, he hustled Al Capone at poker.

I would never... ever... compare you to a legend like that.

All right. If we're gonna do this, you're gonna be my ringer.

When Carl throws his back out, he's gonna put his caddy in.

I put you in.

Good plan. That way I can get close to the kid.

How you gonna hook Carl?

This guy.

Reed Wilkins?

Black sheep son of a Texas oilman. Why him?

Because. There's no better mark than a drunk

with a bunch of cash that he didn't earn burning a hole in his pocket!

Okay. Can't argue with that. What do you need from me?

A bunch of cash burning a hole in my pocket.

The con is on, baby!

Eliot.

I may have gotten over my skis here.

It's a simple office B&E, man.

You've done this over a dozen times now.

Hi, how are you?

Not without you guys doing the actual B&E.

Look, man, you're the one that called this job, so you gotta see it through.

You still have the lock picks that Parker gave you?

Yes.

And do you remember what she taught you?

Yes. But it's still a little tricky.

I gotta take care of something. Let me know how it goes.

No, no, Eliot, Eliot.

Eliot!

Okay.

Not too much tension on the wrench.

Nice and easy,

like you were holding a woman's hand.

Gentle, gentle.

- Hi. - Can I help you?

You can. I... I'd like to purchase these.

Also, did my buddy Carl Bishop make a tee time for us today?

For... 11:30.

Are you Mr. Pomaville?

That is my father's name.

Jennifer, please call me by my first name.

- Okay, Travis. - It's Travis. Travis Pomaville.

That is my name.

Which number did my assistant put in there?

Just in case you felt so inclined to use it later...

maybe for a cocktail?

Ladies, I'll be right back with your change. Okay?

You guys want a little more heater on your coffee?

- There you go, excellent. - Thanks.

Little more for you? Yes, sir, absolutely. Yeah, you like your coffee, I can tell.

I do.

You're good?

Be right back with your change.

Hello?

Ah! Ah, Mr. Saffron, this is Bill Taft with I.T.

We've had a bit of a data breach down here at the firm.

It looks like some hackers got ahold of your password.

What?

Did you fill it out according to security protocols, sir?

Sixteen characters, one upper, one lower, three numerical and a Greek symbol?

Nobody told me. I've been out on paternity leave.

Frank!

I'm on the phone!

Why do I bother to send these memos

when none of you lawyers ever bother to read 'em?

Okay, don't tell me your sorry excuse for a password.

I'm going to email you a temporary one.

Change it to that for the next five minutes

while I try to stop the bleeding,

and then please create a new one according to the protocols.

I'll do it right now.

Please, and...

read the damn memos.

Like taking candy from an old dude with a baby.

Your first social hack. Congratulations.

Now whaddya got on Carl?

File's empty.

So you got nothin'.

No, no. If Rick Saffron

took everything off the firm's main servers,

it-it just means that whatever he's into is really bad, trust me.

Nobody's supposed to be in here.

I thought no one was in here today.

I... I'm so sorry, Mr. Saffron.

Nobody workin' on a Saturday?

Well, this place has gone to hell in a handbasket since I've been gone.

Uh, Sarah Nichols. I'm a new associate. I started two weeks ago.

Again, I am so sorry.

New associate, huh? Well, have a seat, have a seat.

What's the statute of limitations on armed robbery?

Six years after the date of the crime.

Name two hearsay exceptions.

Excited utterance and dying declaration.

What are the elements of a criminal conspiracy?

An agreement of two or more persons to commit a crime

and take some step towards its completion.

I got an "A" in criminal procedure.

You passed the Louisiana Bar, and now you've passed the Saffron Test.

Hey, how would you like to do me a favor?

Yeah, uh... of course.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Right this way.

Damn key card's in my Jag, and the Jag's in the shop, so...

Well, no worries. It's, like, why I keep mine on a lanyard.

It's, um, right here next to my I.D.

And, uh, my trusty pepper spray, it's...

Uh, the garage, it's usually empty when I go home.

We're looking for old billing records?

Carl Bishop. Bastard won't pay us what he owes us.

Oh...

Clients of yours?

Well, not all, but I know who they are.

This guy blackmailed his brother with a prostitute.

Oh, this company. They sold tainted meat for school lunches.

That's a fake charity that stole money for wounded veterans.

Our clients aren't all bad.

Oh, sure they are, Susan, that's why they hire us.

What do you think being a lawyer's all about?

The man who owned the lumberyard in my town

built a big house next to ours.

He wanted to buy us out,

so he tried every trick in the book to get us to move out.

And finally he said that my dog bit him.

It was a lie, but... the sheriff was his buddy,

so the deputies came, and they took Boomer away.

They were gonna put him down.

A lawyer took our case pro bono,

and she saved my dog's life.

So, people with money, with power,

they think that they can get away with anything.

And sometimes the only thing standing in their way is a lawyer.

And my name is Sarah.

I'm sorry.

That's okay. You kind of reminded me of my daughter just now.

There it is.

Carl Bishop.

Uh, thank you very much for your help... Sarah.

Keep up the good work.

Hey, I'm going through the firm's billing records.

I think I've found something.

There is a shell corporation controlled by Carl Bishop.

What are his assets?

Real estate. Fleabag motel. Looks like a couple of nail salons.

Nail salons. Cash business. What, money laundering?

That would be my guess.

The bigger salon's only about a mile from here.

I'm gonna check it out.

All right, Harry, this guy's bound to have muscle.

You need any backup or at least a distraction...

Zoik!

- What the--?

Where you been, man?

I had to make a grilled cheese special.

How did you pull off a grilled cheese... Where'd you get the grappling hook?

No, I mean I made a grilled cheese special.

Made one for you too.

You're welcome.

What have you been doing? I thought you were gonna broom the guy.

I'm...

His name is Travis Pomaville, and he is being broomed.

In three... two...

- You want another beer?

I'm gonna have one.

Hello?

Mr. Pomaville, this is Carol Hathaway.

I'm callin' with the results of your colonoscopy.

I had that done months ago.

I see that, but we gave you Trevor Pomaville's results

by accident.

You what?!

Our bad. Let me just open your file for you.

Oh, my.

What? What is it?

Please hold while I go get a doctor.

I'm sorry, my son.

Where were we?

We apologize for the delay.

Please stay on the line. Your health is important to us.

To continue holding, please press one to stay on the line.

Hey! Our tee time is in 20 minutes.

God. Lucky shot, Jimmy.

Keep walkin'!

Think this is yours.

Oh, thank you.

You owe me a beer.

Nah, I don't owe you anything.

However, we could take it outside.

Oh, even piss drunk, you'd kick my ass.

I got a better idea.

Don't think I didn't see that fat roll of yours.

You in?

Well, that depends.

How much you willin' to lose?

How 'bout a hundred bucks times this throw?

All right.

To continue holding...

Oh, I am so sorry, brother, I didn't see you.

Ohh.

What?

Are you okay?

Why do you say that?

You just got a little... pale, is all.

I shoulda gone vegan a long time ago.

We apologize for the delay.

-Please stay on the line... - You and me both, brother.

Man! What I wouldn't give for a titanium driver like that, huh?

Me too.

You play?

What kind of sticks you got? Like, TaylorMade or Titleist?

All of them.

Back in Vietnam, my mom couldn't afford clubs for me,

so I got them from the lost and found at the resort.

I had to fish them out the water hazard.

Golf make people crazy.

You can say that again.

Back in Indiana, we call that a Frankenset.

When people see my club, they laugh.

Then they see me play.

They underestimate you.

That gives you an edge.

But the wrong kind of person could take advantage of that.

What if I told you I could help you?

I need to find my boss. Excuse me.

That really isn't necessary.

Ah, sure it is. I've seen your billables. You deserve a spa day on the firm.

Um... thanks.

I'm gonna go around the back of this place and make a sensitive phone call.

If you see anybody in there head to that back room,

just send me a text, would you?

You know, Rick Saffron doesn't have a daughter.

He has three sons from three marriages.

Who are you?

This is not gonna look good on your annual review, Sarah.

You know what? I'll let the police figure that out, Mr. Identity Thief.

No, no, no, I'm not an identity thief. My name is Harry Wilson.

What are you, then?

That would take too long to explain to you.

Okay, okay, this place is owned by Carl Bishop.

He's got a deal tonight for cash on delivery. I'm trying to stop him.

What kind of deal?

I don't know, but if Saffron

took his whole file off the firm's servers, what does that tell you?

Why not just go to the police?

Well, how did that work out for you when your neighbor had 'em take your dog?

Look, sometimes all that stands between you and a Carl Bishop

is a good attorney, and other times that's not even enough.

What kind of lawyer were you?

You're not that good an actor.

I was the kind that would have taken your firm's worst clients with joy.

That's what a place like that does to you.

It just chips away at why you wanted to become a lawyer,

until you can't even remember.

Don't let that happen to you.

How am I supposed to do that?

By helping me.

Tell me everything you know.

Boom.

I tell you what, man, you were right.

This is way more fun than whoopin' your ass.

You can drop the act. I know a hustler when I see one.

Oh, I'm not a hustler.

I'm just a guy that's spent way too much time in bars.

"Reed Wilkins, investor."

Yep. That means I like to spend money.

Luckily for me, today it's your turn.

I'm about to tee off. Maybe I'll see you on the links sometime.

You play golf the way you play darts,

then I guaran-damn-tee you, you will, my man.

Yeah.

Ohh.

Where's Travis?

I just saw him leave.

What?

He was primed.

If you did something, so help me God,

I hope you like fried calamari.

Hey.

You just gonna stand there and look like an idiot, man?

Can we play through, at least?

We're gonna play the same game on this guy right now.

Hey, Reed, wanna see if I play golf like I play darts?

Today's your lucky day.

Okay, the storage room has nail supplies

and a scary-looking safe.

I mean, the safe must be where they keep pre-laundered cash

before they falsify salon records to account for it.

Well, that would make sense, except, uh...

Except what?

Carl's delivery is cash on delivery. Delivery for what?

Drugs, maybe?

You said he owned a motel. Could be where he deals.

Carl Bishop owns nail shops and a seedy motel,

and his manicurist is afraid of the police.

What does that tell you?

She's undocumented.

I'll tell you where her documents are.

Her visa and her passports are inside that safe.

That is how he's keeping everybody in line--

keeps them working in the nail shop all day

and sleeping in the motel at night.

So, he's not a money-launderer.

Cash on delivery is for people.

Carl Bishop is a human trafficker.

That's quite a leap, Mr. Wilson.

Are you sure that Bishop is a trafficker?

Sophie, I know people like Carl. I used to represent 'em.

Carl Bishop is taking advantage of people 'cause he's got the power over them.

That's what he's doing to Bao, that's what he's doing to his workers.

I just don't know how to get the proof. How... how would you...?

It's not about what I would do.

You have to trust yourself. You have to make a plan and take a step,

and when that doesn't work, you have to play it by ear.

Sorry, I have to...

¡O mi amor!

O padre. Gracias, padre.

¡Mi amor!

Make a plan and take a step.

Hmm.

Make a plan...

No, re-re-repeat. I can't hear you. This...

cell phone coverage sucks.

What? Yes.

Eliot, in order to bring Carl down for trafficking,

we're gonna need Bao on our side.

All right, I got an idea.

Hurley, tell Bao this.

Beat all the club pros in Vietnam, right?

Your mom saw it, that you had a gift.

She had a chance to come to America to work, she brought you too,

thinking maybe your golf would get you a college scholarship,

a shot at a better life?

That's what Carl promised you, wasn't it?

Better life?

Then he puts your mom to work in a nail salon,

takes her passport, makes her a prisoner.

If I don't win for him...

he will send my mother away.

I'll never see her again.

That's not gonna happen.

We can set you both free, but I need your help.

I can't risk it.

Sorry.

All right, let's go, let's go.

I'll take it.

- Whoa. - Whoa, easy there.

Just a... little foggy.

You know, Reed,

you oil guys just don't get it.

Twenty years from now, cars will be running on seaweed.

Then where will you be?

See, my business is human capital.

That's never going away.

Ohh...

Hit a bad shot to make him think he's gettin' to you. Good move.

Yeah.

Wait, was that real?

I told... I haven't played in a while. I told you, I'm rusty.

You learned hockey in a week!

You played minor league baseball, and you don't even like baseball.

Yeah, well, they named a sandwich after me.

I'm not gonna get into it. What's your point?

Well, just this guy's actually good.

I-if he's winning, he might not pull the switcheroo,

and then you're on your own.

You worry about Bao. I got this.

Listen, Carl's gonna send Bao's mother away

if we don't get those passports,

so here's the plan.

Okay, you go in the front and you pretend to be a customer,

and then cause some kind of commotion,

distract everybody while I go around the back,

unlock that back door and empty the safe.

Sound good?

The part where we get the women's passports and their freedom,

sounds good.

What happens to Carl?

Well, Rick Saffron's a pretty savvy attorney.

And sometimes these workers, they don't cooperate.

Carl could skate.

And the guy Carl is making a deal with for more workers, cash on delivery,

he only goes down if Carl flips on him.

Carl is just a link in a chain.

It's imperfect justice, Sarah, but it's all we have to work with.

I'm not sure it's justice at all.

But...

I want to help these people.

Let's do it.

Frank, I can't talk right now, I'm working.

Hey. - My business partner.

You trust fund types, you wouldn't know about that, would you?

Okay, hey, our friend's at the salon.

He's gonna get you and your mom's passports, then...

Leave me alone.

Got any ideas?

Lay up, be like water.

That's all you got?

You got this.

Damn it.

I said like water.

No, I can't do this.

Well... well... all you gotta do is go in there and pretend to be a customer.

I know, but I'm not. I g... I'll give...

Just, I'll give it away. I'm not...

I'm not good at fooling people.

All I really know how to do is get good grades.

Did I tell you that I was Rick Saffron?

No. You just saw me in his office,

and confirmation bias handled the rest.

You see, human beings are born to trust. We're hard-wired to be lied to.

The deck's already stacked in your favor.

So, just...

present myself as they already see me.

Say those magic words.

Can I speak to your supervisor?

Oh, come on. Come on.

Can I speak to your supervisor?

There it is.

Okay, five strokes down.

Birdy the next three holes, we're back in business!

Stop it. Stop being so positive, man.

Golf is stupid, but you're stupid!

I don't... how did I even let you talk me into this?

Because it's relaxing. It's peaceful. It's serene.

Sports are not supposed to be serene, all right?

Sports is war. Hell, even Hardison knows that!

Hold on.

Battlefields. Football. Restaurant kitchens.

What do these things have in common?

Chaos.

And that's where he thrives.

Hey!

Hey.

All this quiet and sunshine is making you suck.

Wha... Shut up!

Give me my driver!

You know your, uh, secret chili recipe?

It's garbage. I wouldn't feed it to my dog.

Whatever, man. Ah, don't do... I know what you're doin'.

Also, it's no longer secret.

I just posted it, along with an ugly picture of you in an apron.

Damn it, Hurley!

Now...

you hit that ball like it's a Yakuza who just jumped you in an alley.

Go on, clean this guy out.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Where's my watch?

No, where is it?

No, it belonged to my Nana. It's all I have left from her.

Can I please talk to a supervisor? Hello?

Is there a problem?

Are you the supervisor?

Yeah, someone here stole my grandmother's watch, and...

I think it was him.

Yeah, and if any of you think

about walking out of here to cover it up,

just know that I have it on record.

Get ready, here comes the switch.

Three... two...

Ohh! Ohh!

- Damn it, I threw my back out! - You all right?

If you can't go, that's a forfeit.

Oh, no, no, no. Let my caddy finish for me.

Do what, now?

Yeah, you're down by two. I'll call it even.

No, that's a forfeit.

What does it matter, Reed?

You don't think you could beat a 17-year-old kid over three holes?

I tell you what.

How about my caddy

fills in for me

and we double the stakes?

That's a hundred and eighty grand.

I mean, unless you're scared.

All right.

Play some golf.

Yeah.

Get some ice on that.

All right, we got this in the bag.

With Carl's cashflow problems, it'll clean him out.

The kid's still on board, right?

What's wrong with you? What are you doing? What's wrong?

All you have to do is beat him outright.

There's three holes left. You're a scratch golfer.

You shouldn't have talked about the bet in front of me.

- Huh? - That's gambling. That's a trigger!

No, no, no. No, no, no. Listen to me, it's not... it's not gambling.

You can't think of it like that, okay? It's part of the con.

The golf con is on, huh? "The golf con is on!"

No! I need some bourbon!

No, listen...

And cocaine and tacos. I need tacos!

The golf con is on!

Hello!

Someone... can I talk to somebody here?

I'm not messing around.

Hey, Eliot.

I got a situation here.

Yeah, we... I gotta deal with something right now.

Eliot.

- I need tacos! - No!

Parker!

Parker!

Drill through the front plate

and run an endoscopy camera through so you can see where the gates fall,

but don't break the glass relocker, or you're toast!

Where am I supposed to find any of that stuff in a nail shop?

You bring a drill when you break into a safe, Harry!

I didn't know I was going to be breaking into a safe!

Look, short of bombing it open,

you need a drill.

Look, I gotta climb a building. Bye.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Parker. Parker.

Great. Get a drill.

Or a bomb.

Just go ahead and putt out, kid, if you're ready.

Looks like I'm about to relieve you of some of your daddy's hard-earned money.

Yeah, well, not if he sinks it.

Unless you're looking at a tie.

You better hope he has the stones for a one-hole playoff.

All right.

Well...

you don't drain this, then I owe him $180,000,

and I pay my bets!

This supposed to make me feel better?

Listen...

the Jack Hurley that I know,

he's only addicted to one thing.

Wipin' the smile off that guy's face.

Yeah. Right.

Coast to coast...

round the world, huh?

Huh?

There is no way he is gonna make that shot.

Come on!

Just... you... caddy guy!

Pay up, Mr. Bishop.

Uh, I don't have that kind of cash on me.

Aw, Carl...

No, no, no, no! Now, look, look, I've got a-a nail salon nearby,

corner of, uh, Laurel and Felicity.

I've got cash in a safe. You come, I'll pay you.

How 'bout we keep your golden goose there with my guy,

you know, just for collateral.

Uh, well, what do you say, Bao?

You want to stay here, or you want to come with me?

He's good.

Yeah, that's loyalty.

You wanna get paid, you know where to find me.

Carl's on the move, and we're right behind him.

Okay, I am almost ready.

Oh, looks like we have a little standoff.

I have a gun, you have a cord.

Take a look what it's attached to.

Yeah, I made a little bomb to blow your safe.

Nail supplies--

nitrocellulose cotton, lacquer,

toluene, ethyl acetate--

all very flammable.

Now, maybe the explosion will blow your leg off,

or maybe it'll just cut your femoral artery,

you'll bleed out.

Either way, is that a chance you want to take?

Don't move, he's got a bomb.

Does he?

You don't look like a safecracker.

More like you... stepped off the back nine.

Why don't you open up that safe and give everybody back their documents,

or there's gonna be something more than nail polish on these walls.

Yeah, I'm pretty good at reading people.

Uh... gives me an edge on the golf course.

So, your story is that you broke in here

to help these nobodies.

I don't buy it.

And I... I really don't buy this as a bomb.

You willing to bet your life on it?

Sure!

Mai, correct me if I'm wrong,

but can't we shoot a burglar down in our place of business?

Whoa...!

Carl.

Rick, what are you doin' here?

You texted me.

Hackers are trying to get at my legal files. Come right away.

No, I didn't send any text.

Harry Wilson.

Hey, Rick, how's it goin'?

How's that baby of yours?

What the hell is this?

Oh, I'll take this one.

"The deal's at my place tonight.

Cash on delivery. Bring the merch."

Frank, you-you didn't bring...

No, no, just-just get out of here!

They-they did something! They hacked me!

Nobody hacked you, Carl. You were just dumb enough to give your caddy your phone

before your passcode locked in.

- Uh-oh. You hear that?

I'd say you're all busted.

And if you think that these are the locals you have in your back pocket,

guess again.

I called the FBI. They have a warrant to open up the safe.

Hey, Sarah, why don't you remind us all

what the elements of a criminal conspiracy are.

An agreement of two or more persons

to commit an illegal act and take some step towards its completion.

You see, if we had just dropped a dime on you,

then maybe Rick could have gotten you off,

but since you're here with your business partner

and your crooked lawyer, well, that just wraps it all up

in a nice little bow, doesn't it?

What?

You just pepper-sprayed Rick Saffron!

- Ho! - You're just gonna let him go!

Nah, nah, he's not gettin' away. Nobody's gettin' away. We got 'em.

What do you think? Par five?

Nah. Par three.

Thinkin' driver.

Fore!

Ohh!

You shoulda yelled two!

I was so worried.

It's okay, Mom.

We safe now.

What's gonna happen to her? She's still here illegally.

A witness in a federal case is safe from deportation.

A federal case could take years.

What's gonna happen to the other women,

and the ones Frank brought?

Who's gonna protect them?

They're gonna need a good lawyer.

Sometimes that's all it takes.

Uh, hello, I'm Sarah,

and I'm an attorney.

I'll get my things from the locker room.

Uh, not so fast.

You got 18 holes to play first.

And a new set of sticks.

There's a titanium driver in there.

It's too much. I can't accept.

Yeah, well, actually, Carl bought 'em for you.

That, and the fact that I'm really good at darts.

You see that guy in the middle there?

He's a member here, but he's also the head golf coach at LSU,

and he's got a couple of scholarships left to give away.

Go get 'em, buddy.

Go show 'em what you got.

Good luck.

Ah, it never gets old, does it?

I told you guys we should have taken this case from the get-go.

You gotta stop fighting me on stuff like this.

That isn't exactly how I remember it.

No.

What do you say we play another round?

We didn't get to finish that last one.

A round in here. You're not.

To Mr. Wilson.

Oh, and Bao,

and his mother, and everyone he helped.

I mean, wiring a fake bomb to save time,

that's pretty impressive playing by ear.

Still need to work on your safecracking, but above average on lockpicking.

Social hacked a password? My man, we knew you could do it.

And I helped save a young lawyer from going to the dark side,

and that felt really good.

That feeling never goes away, Harry.

To Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson!

Ahh!

And I didn't really need any of your help.

What?!

Who taught you how to social hack?

Who gave you lock picks?

Who kept Frank from coming out of the building?

Who shot 200 and birdied the last hole?

That's what... that's... This guy!

Sister Lupe! Sister Lupe!

Hey, I played all 16 holes before you...

I saved your butt...

Things got a little hairy...