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No matter how much we clean up, there's always more.

That was the news station.

They said the story did fine, but they don't need a follow-up.

Well, of course they don't. Nobody wants to see this.

There's barely enough shrimp out here to catch because of this poison.

Let's just unload the haul... what there is of it.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

I've tried to get people to see what's happening.

Barges passing through drop containers full of plastic waste out to sea.

Nobody lifts a finger.

These guys are for real.

Not a trace of 'em.

We'll get you back out there, DeDe.

Yeah, but for how long?

My family's been shrimping this gulf for a hundred years.

But with this crap out there, I don't know if we'll make it another five.

We finally got a reporter to put us on the news,

and all that happened was people shrugged and changed the channel.

Everyone except for Clyde Hammond.

I mentioned his shipping company in an interview.

I have seen containers fall off his barges, and the result is this.

We came to Harry to see if we could file charges against his thugs

for what they did to our boat.

Well, the difficulty is you don't have much in the way of evidence.

I believe you, but I think the police are gonna want more than your word.

The good news is that my friends specialize in fixing problems

that the system won't.

We can't fix everything that Hammond's broken,

but we can make him pay a real price for breaking it.

Destroying my boat's one thing.

Stealing my kid's future?

I can't imagine anyone settling that debt.

Clyde Hammond, self-made man with a small fleet of barges.

Does some commercial business, but mostly transports plastic waste.

Do we have a way in on him yet?

Uh, nothing pops online, but Harry's looking over the financials,

and I got Eliot and Parker credentials as dock workers.

And they have Hammond under surveillance.

I got him. He's got a satellite phone.

Who are you...

Is that phone really big or are his hands really small?

Cartesian duality.

Our senses are always deceiving us.

Never assume.

That...

Ugh. Hacking a sat phone's so much harder than hacking a cell phone.

Get his satellite provider anyway, just in case.

Hi. I'm sorry I'm late. I got held up in court.

Whoo!

Seriously?

We're doing a job on plastics, Harry, and you bring that?

That's recyclable.

No, it is not. That is a lie that they tell you.

That stuff, it has to be separated, and it has to go through a big mach...

This, this brings me back to our guy Hammond.

So, Hammond ships tons of America's plastic waste

to India, Africa, and the Far East.

But in 2019, most foreign countries,

they signed an accord making trash dumping illegal.

However, we did not sign it.

So it's technically legal to export waste away from the US.

Yes, but it is a crime to dump it anywhere else.

So Hammond saw an opportunity, and now he makes a small fortune

by taking plastic off the hands of US manufacturers, recycling plants,

shipping it away to Southeast Asia and Africa,

and then bribing the local officials for peanuts

to let him dump it there illegally,

where, one way or another, it turns into pollution.

That's how I eat my Pad Woon Sen without losing any noodles.

I hope they taste like shame.

They do now.

So why does the waste end up in the gulf?

Profit.

Hammond takes on more trash than he can unload

and then dumps it once he's out in international waters.

Okay, one weird thing about the financials: his office.

It's a commercial space in a warehouse.

He should have bare-bones insurance coverage,

but he's got a top-of-the-line policy.

Only time I ever saw that at my old job

was when the client had a collection, either art or antiquities.

Rich guys love their trophies.

Yeah, but there's no record of him buying anything worth insuring.

So did he inherit a collection?

Shipping.

Everyone's watching what goes out and not what comes in.

He's a clever boy.

I bet he even keeps some of those containers full of trash

to hide things in round-trip.

I mean, what customs official is gonna inspect the trash? It's trash.

You're right.

Eliot.

Hammond is personally supervising the unloading of this shipment.

Does he do that for all of them?

He hasn't opened one today or yesterday.

Hammond's leaving.

Parker, don't lose him.

Anton, let's bring out our cargo next.

Then you guys start getting ready for the auction.

Take it up.

Am I looking for something?

You want to inspect the goods, so a container from today's load.

Look at you.

Something in the trash.

Ooh! Ornate Christian reliquary.

Middle Eastern, by the looks of it.

There's no way that was legally moved.

So he's shipping trash out and illegal antiquities in.

And he's using those extra shipments to hide his smuggling profits.

Then he sells the antiquities here.

Except for the trophies that he skims for himself.

Which he insures but, of course, never paid for.

Black-market smuggling is very illegal.

That's why he didn't want DeDe shining the spotlight on him.

And that is how we're gonna get him.

So if that can't be recycled...

It is yours until you die.

So, from the top.

Okay, so you're the art authenticator for the insurance company.

And that is a problem for Hammond. Why?

Why? Because his collection is illegal.

Uh, he doesn't have the paperwork proving where he bought his antiquities.

- Provenance. - Right.

So he offers to bribe you.

"Oh, sir, I'm shocked! I am not that kind of woman!"

And then you offer to help him.

"Oh, sir, for that kind of money,

I am that kind of woman!"

And then we dig up enough deets to shut down the entire smuggling operation.

Okay, but it's just the corporations.

They're just gonna keep making plastic, and then that plastic is gonna

keep ending up as pollution, so why are we not going after them?

And how does that help DeDe now?

This team can't solve the world's bigger problems.

We're just... We're not built for it.

What we can do is help one person and then the next, and then the next,

and then we look back, and you see how much you've changed.

It's baby steps, Breanna.

It's not enough.

We're in. Let me know if you need me.

I love being right.

Hammond's place is packed full of antiquities.

What's up, man?

- We don't have cameras? - Well, that's a federal port.

It's too risky to hack their security feeds, man.

All right, Sophie, get a full inventory in case we need to steal something.

What? It's been three weeks since we stole something.

Who the hell are you?

Mr. Hammond, apologies, but they should have contacted you.

Athena Baros.

I'm the antiquities authenticator for your insurance company.

Hmm...

Oh, how the hell did I miss this?

It's policy.

I just need to compare your pieces to your records of sales

and provenance, and I'll be out of your hair.

Yeah, sure, the, uh, provenance thing.

I got those files somewhere.

Uh, I'm pretty sure our plan hinges on him not having those.

He's got a source. Some forger.

I have to say, Mr. Hammond,

your taste is exquisite.

You know, I only consult for the insurance company.

It'd be a pleasure to work on a collection of this quality.

Oh.

You need to expose these ivory tiles to natural sunlight to keep them white.

Really? Great catch.

Qing Dynasty, from the carvings.

Perhaps even the original set designed for the Empress Dowager Cixi.

You really know your stuff.

I won those playing poker in the dirtiest slum in Sumatra.

They remind me sometimes you gotta get

your hands a little dirty to find real value.

That'd be worth, like, a couple million dollars.

- Is that real? - That one is.

Beg pardon?

That one is Yuan Dynasty, 15th century.

Mm-hmm.

East Africa.

The Malindi Kingdom, if I'm not mistaken.

Early 1600s?

You have a terrific eye, Ms. Baros. Let me get you those papers.

Yuan Dynasty wasn't in China in the 15th century.

You know Chinese history?

I know what's worth stealing from Chinese history,

and that doesn't exist.

There are fakes mixed in with the real antiques.

I know this work. I have to get out of here.

You certainly know every corner of your field, Ms. Baros.

But I already have a gifted authenticator.

Hello.

Ms. Baros. Mr. Wilde.

Baros.

Baros.

Athena.

Yes! Athena Baros.

Yes!

Oh, I've heard wonderful things about you.

- Arthur Wilde. - Ah.

You were brought onto that Mesopotamian dig two years ago.

They came to me, but I was busy digging out a Burmese temple.

Wilde. Of course. I've heard the name many times.

You studied under Martha Downey at the Leiden Program.

I passed on that fellowship.

She's an expert in her field.

Does she want me to go in or not?

Uh, nothing concrete on Arthur Wilde yet.

It's an alias. He's the forger making provenance docs for Hammond.

A forger she knows.

If Mr. Hammond can spare me for a moment,

I would love to discuss your Greco-Roman discoveries.

Yeah, sure.

Of course. I finally start to make a steady bit of income,

and here you are to cut the legs out from under me.

- It's not what you think. - No?

You just wandered into Hammond's office using your Greek accent

with a touch of "I'm so vulnerable, please protect me"

and stroking his ego?

To be fair, that part is what you think.

But my question is, how did you end up here?

Well, it was certainly no thanks to you.

It's been an interesting few decades.

Who is this guy?

I don't know, but I really hope

it's as good as the fanfic I'm writing in my head.

So who are you now? Belinda? No.

Kiki. You know, I liked Kiki.

Charlotte.

She was a bit too stuck up for me, considering she did send me to prison.

What happened? Is Sophie okay?

Her audio just dropped out.

She just took her comms out. She's all right.

Sophie Devereaux.

Sophie. Such a pleasure to meet you.

Now, I have to insist, Sophie,

that you get the hell away from Mr. Hammond.

I've got a nice play going on here.

He pays me very handsomely to authenticate his smuggled goods.

I organize all his black-market auctions.

And you forge the paperwork, too. You were always quite gifted at that.

But the fakes...

I just sell the odd one or two to bump up my margins.

Classic con.

A classic.

One of the first we learned.

It's boutique, though.

Why don't you scale it up a bit? Hmm? He could be a big score.

He could be a massive score.

Hammond keeps a whole shipping container full of antiquities hidden at the docks.

Just the choice pieces that fell off the back of his barge

while being smuggled to their buyers.

- A hidden container. - Uh-huh.

But I've learned my lesson about aiming too high.

I never did have your sense of grandeur.

I want to help you.

What if I could get us both what we want?

What I wanted was for you to be dead.

But I'll settle for you staying out of my way,

Your Grace.

Ah! What a delight! Such a charming woman.

I'm not saying work with Arthur.

I'm just saying we... we work around him.

So we just pay him off? You know him.

He's in bed with the mark.

Exactly.

And that relationship is how we know

that Hammond doesn't just have his office collection,

but is, in fact, hiding a container full of black-market art.

Arthur served us up a better, bigger score. Let's return the favor.

It's cleaner and smarter to make him disappear.

Bonk him on the head, have Breanna wipe his ID and credit rating,

and dump him in Venezuela?

I'm so proud of you right now.

So who is this Wilde guy?

Arthur Wilde is an expert forger.

I mean, his antiquities are good, but his paperwork's flawless.

He's an absolute master of...

Sophie, that's not what she's asking you.

She's asking you, who is Wilde to you?

All right? You took your comms out during a job to talk to this guy.

Everyone here has a past, and everyone here respects that.

Arthur, he's no one significant. I will take care of him.

Okay, well, I did that research on that mahjong set of Hammonds, as requested.

Yes, that is Hammond's prized possession.

When I inspected it, I thought it looked incomplete.

Well, you're right. It's missing the honor tiles.

So 16 wind tiles in total, plus three dragon tiles for each player.

Now, for over a century, people believed that the Empress Dowager's set

was created without these extra tiles.

But there is an Internet full of art nerds

who believe the artisan who made the extra tiles

sneaked them away after the Empress Dowager's death.

I hacked Hammond's backup email.

He's been putting out feelers everywhere, searching for these missing tiles.

You think we should find 'em for him?

Yes.

Can we fake antique ivory?

I was hoping you would ask that. Yes. It is called digital ivory.

It's a calcium phosphate mixture processed at high heat

in a 3D printer, used to make dental restorations.

Ooh. I've never been to the dentist.

I...

All we got to do is steal a printer, then.

We place some of your trackers inside the tiles,

we drop them into Hammond's auction, we buy them out from under him,

we hire him to smuggle them...

Get him to steal the thing that he wants the most,

and then he'll take it back to that little cave of wonders,

we find that, and then we get him for smuggling antiquities.

And do we do that without Wilde?

I'll handle him.

Have you really never been to the dentist?

I'm a master criminal.

Can't have dental records flying around.

A lot of good stuff here, right? I'm told the jade tiara is gorgeous.

Did he say "made in China"?

He said "jade tiara," not "made in China."

I thought you said your lip-reading skills were up to par on this.

I'm practicing. Sheesh. Get a hobby.

What?

Hammond's on the move.

What in the hell, man?!

Me? You stepped in my way.

You're too big of a man to apologize? Huh?

Social graces means something around here.

Anton.

Mr. Hammond, allow me to help our guest.

I'm sure it's just one too many drinks.

Please.

It was a basic but decent distraction. Sometimes that's all you need.

She's taught you well.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

However, I am happy to have this conversation with you elsewhere.

Oh, is the hitter gonna make mincemeat of little old me?

I'll take it from here.

Yeah, well, you better.

Or I will.

Your Grace, I distinctly recall saying stay away from Hammond.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't throw you off of Hammond's bay right now.

Because I have a plan that can get us both what we want.

Sophie, you said you were gonna handle this. Now you're looping him in?

I'm not interested. I don't trust you. Surely you understand.

You help us find that hidden container and bring Hammond down.

Why would I do that?

How many millions worth of art is in that container?

Your cut will make you ten times as much

as you could make in years selling the odd forgery.

I was about to say, "Don't make me regret this,"

but considering our past,

I don't think I could possibly regret working with you more than last time.

Fair enough.

Unless I die. I'm not gonna die this time, am I?

No promises.

Do you know who's selling these?

Yes, Mr. Hammond, a last-moment edition.

But I had a feeling you'd take a particular interest in these tiles.

Wilde, you have outdone yourself. Are these...

Indeed, they are.

Sent in by a wealthy client, introduced to me by Dr. Baros.

Our chance meeting has proved quite profitable.

And they're authentic?

The provenance is indisputable.

My client purchased a small palace in Java.

It had been used as a refuge for those fleeing the early dynasties.

These tiles were discovered in the wine cellar.

It hadn't been opened in a century.

- If you don't believe... - What?

Excuse me one moment.

Mr. Akhmedova, the Chechen,

has promised to exceed our bid on the tiles by $200,000 US.

That's quite an offer.

Mr. Akhmedova.

If you would like these items shipped to a certain location,

I'm sure Mr. Hammond can accommodate.

His vessels travel the world.

The Port of Tanjung Priok in Indonesia.

As quickly as possible.

We shall solidify the arrangements.

"Pick up the item.

Then, tomorrow, bring it to my container."

He wants the tiles in Indiana.

Indonesia.

"But they're not making it anywhere near our demonstration."

Their destination.

"Let's dump a few containers into the gulf as we leave.

We'll tell this Chechen we were attacked by parrots."

Yeah. No, pirates.

It's obviously pirates!

Okay, here we go.

Trackers working. Good signal.

All right.

Well?

The trackers are working,

leading us straight to Hammond's container.

Ooh.

No, it's all good. It's all good.

The metal containers cause interference.

I use three signals, bounce them off one another to boost visibility.

- Uh-oh. - What was that?

Okay, not good, not good, not good.

Come on, come on.

This container has active countermeasures.

I can track a rough location, maybe narrow it down to about...

a hundred containers.

Yeah, assuming none of them move on or off the ship while we're looking.

Damn it. Sophie, we got nothing.

We lost the signal.

But you said this would work.

Hammond's gonna find out this whole thing's a fake.

My entire con hangs in the balance here.

And you knew this could happen?

We're not done yet.

The container's still there.

It's still our best way to get him. But for our new plan, we need Arthur.

This has nothing to do with the new plan, all right?

This Wilde guy is not just someone you used to know

before when he was on the outside.

If you wanna pretend that, then that's fine,

but he's on the inside now.

Just like when it happened to me.

Like when it happened to Parker.

You gotta come clean.

All right, we get on board, locate Hammond's container and tag it.

We'll be gone in no time. Just try to act normal, okay?

Top of the mornin' to ya laddies!

When I was starting out, I teamed up with Arthur.

We had a good thing going, a couple of street rats in London.

But then we joined a crew doing art forgery.

The boss was... Well, he was brilliant but terrifying.

He saw potential in me. He set me up in high society.

Suddenly, I was invited to all the right parties.

I was accepted in all the right homes, trusted by all the right people.

All right.

So Wilde made the fakes,

and you convinced all your rich friends to buy 'em.

How did Arthur get the short end of the stick?

A couple of years into the long con, I caught the eye of an older man.

The Duke of Hanover.

Actually, he... he was very kind to me,

and I genuinely liked him.

A duke. It was a big score.

And the boss encouraged me to spend time with him

and worm my way into the aristocracy.

And then somebody figured you out?

Mm-mm. Not me.

One of the forgeries.

The boss convinced me to let Arthur take the fall, keep my identity clean.

I... I...

I could have said no. I should have said no, but I didn't.

I was young, and it was complicated.

So...

Arthur I went to prison because of me.

Sophie, there's still nothing about this guy that says we can trust him.

We can still get what we want. Arthur can do this, Eliot.

I owe him this.

I hope you're right about this guy, Sophie.

Well, you're not gonna get any judgment from me.

You remember where I was when we met.

But if it comes down to helping either your old partner or DeDe,

which one you gonna choose?

Tell me you're ready for this.

Ah, I don't know. I've been thinking about our new plan.

My new plan. Oh, here it comes.

It seems to rely quite heavily on me.

In the next few moments in particular.

So you thought now would be a good time to renegotiate your cut?

I don't wanna have to blow the whole thing up over, what,

say, an extra 25 on the dollar?

Surely ten will do trick.

Twenty was always my lucky number.

Fifteen to wrap this up good and tight before we reach that door.

Always a pleasure working with a professional.

Hold on.

That was a bit too easy. What's really in this for you?

It's none of your business.

Oh, you don't trust me, Sophie Devereaux?

Fair enough. You shouldn't.

Wait, wait, wait. I've seen this act before.

You need to tell me exactly what you did.

I don't need to tell you anything.

He stole the honor tiles for his personal collection.

What?

You stole the honor tiles?

Do you have any idea who you stole those tiles from?

Yeah, what's his name, the Chechen.

You don't know who the Chechen is?

You didn't steal the tiles from the Chechen.

He overpaid for those tiles by $200,000

because he works for Adnan Altahir.

The terrorist?

Whose violent exploits in Southeast Asia you should be familiar with.

No, no, no, we have to fix this. You have to give those tiles back.

No, no, no, no, I'm not giving them back.

They have no way of knowing I was lying

about the pirates knocking the tiles overboard.

And neither Altahir or the Chechen are gonna do squat to me on US soil.

Besides, I have a more immediate concern.

This man was at the auction.

You spoke with him, and somehow he's also a dock worker.

What's going on? Who is he?

Uh... nobody?

Now, that sounds like a lie.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! He's a...

He's a fed.

- Huh? - Uh-huh.

A fed? Are you kidding?

You're in business with terrorists.

You said you'd consult for me if I had an opening?

Well, I'm open to offers.

Good to know.

The guy's FBI, but he's bent.

He's been working in the art world for years.

Whether he was at the auction for me, the Chechen, or you, I don't know,

but he can be bought.

Well...

I do like to acquire things.

Mikey.

See you later for a pint there, Tommy.

Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

How many more containers are there to check?

Sixty-three of these in one shipment on one boat.

No wonder DeDe's fighting an uphill battle.

Okay.

I guess you know who I am.

Well, I guess you know who I am.

I know everything about you, Hammond. I got mad respect for you.

I've been trying to keep this case off my boss's desk for weeks

because I smell something that could be great for both of us.

Help yourself.

We always find a way to do just that, don't we?

You've got a great scam going on here.

All your little boats, the trinkets you hide everywhere.

I got a better scam.

You see, Agent McSweeten, head of the FBI counterterrorism,

he's a little bit of a Boy Scout, and he'd love to hear about you.

- Oh, is that right? - That is right.

You see, you smuggle for big game, but you're a little fish.

He'd probably just use you for bait

to catch whoever he wanted to hang over his fireplace.

And the only thing between you and him, I guess, is me.

I'll tear you apart!

No, no, no, no, no.

What you're gonna do is cut me in for 40% of your operation.

Now, that's what you're gonna do.

Because if you don't, the next time you see me,

I could be with, like, 10, 12 cats wearing windbreakers...

holding shotguns.

And I'd have a warrant in my hand.

Pardon me. Enjoy. I wouldn't eat those. Those were previously frozen.

This is all just getting too hot.

Get the tiles from my container, tell the barge to shove off and wait.

International waters.

I'm gonna call the Chechen.

Maybe we can make a deal with the tiles to solve this FBI blackmail.

Maybe he can take care of all of our problems.

How did you know, uh...

Shh.

Sit.

I saw your barge pushing off and knew we needed to talk.

The man I work for is very powerful.

Powerful enough to solve all of your problems,

legal or otherwise, anywhere in the world.

Perhaps even take care of a pesky FBI agent.

In return, this most gracious leader who appreciates cultural artifacts

would be pleased to accept your entire mahjong set.

Lost tiles included.

He wants the entire set now?

Yes. Thank you.

Very generous of you.

I will escort this back to my employer immediately.

And so long as you do not betray his trust...

there are no problems we cannot erase for you.

God damn!

Yes.

Everybody ready? Sophie?

Heading in now.

When we're done with him, Hammond will have backed himself

so far into a corner, he'll turn himself over to the FBI.

You do know Eliot's not the real FBI, right?

Why do you think I dropped McSweeten's name in his lap?

Sophie, be careful.

So far, it's all going to plan, thanks to Arthur.

Ms. Baros, my associate just told me some troubling news.

Apparently, your real name is Sophie Devereaux

and you're here trying to con me out of everything I have.

Did your associate also tell you that he's been selling you fakes for months?

I never sold him fakes.

Really?

The Malindi Kingdom was still active in the early 1600s?

I expect he's been taking kickbacks

for authenticating other people's fakes for you as well.

Throwing out the blame just to try and confuse things.

That's just her style.

She lured you into stealing those lost tiles

so you would lead her directly to your personal container.

Who told me about the hidden container in the first place?

Get the others. Now.

I told you not to trust me. You should have stayed in your lane,

Your Grace.

This is my lane.

All this time and you've learned nothing.

If you're so smart, how did the trackers

you hid in those lost tiles work out of you, huh?

Trackers? What trackers?

I just found out about that. I swear.

I just sent those tiles to...

The Chechen just sent those to Altahir, who's deep in hiding,

'cause you said I needed to.

And now you're telling me there are trackers?

He'll never believe I didn't do this on purpose.

Mr. Hammond. Mr. Hammond. Mr. Hammond.

- Shut up. - Mr. Hammond.

- I said shut up. - About the Chechen...

Shut up or I'm gonna shoot you.

Come on, pick up. Come on, pick up. Where is he?

Look, I can fix this.

But first we gotta get rid of her.

Look, no matter how safe you believe your hidden container is,

she's about to empty it right now.

Empty it?

The container's on my ship, safe and sound.

But we're gonna fix this.

We're gonna find your little friend together.

And if we can't, I'm gonna get rid of you.

Go.

Where do you think you're going?

Eliot, I could use your help right about now.

I got you. Go.

Hello? Uh, Mr. Chechen? Hello?

God damn interference. Hello?

I told you, it's Sophie we need. Forget the Chechen. He's...

Another word out of you and I'll take care of one of my big problems right now.

Hammond keeps calling me and I can't find Sophie.

Breanna, where am I supposed to...

Hold that thought.

Trust me, no one's gonna miss Sophie Devereaux when she's gone.

I don't trust you, Wilde. Now move.

What the...? But I've been call...

What did you do? What did you do?

I don't know. He must have... He was attacked.

I've been calling him for the last ten.

He's the only one that could get me out of this mess.

God damn it! What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?

- Huh? - This is all too much, Mr. Hammond.

Sophie Devereaux and the Chechen and the FBI. It's a...

The FBI? The FBI? I could call the FBI and make a deal for protection.

- Go. - No.

- Go! - But no, no, no, no.

You see, the FBI guy, he is...

He's crooked, I know. But his boss, McSweeten, he'll take my call.

Oh, what? You're gonna make a deal and save yourself?

Hold on. What about Sophie Devereaux? What about your container?

You can't just let her get away with everything!

You're right. There is another way.

But I'm gonna need a fall guy for the FBI and the terrorist.

After all, who was it who met the Chechen first? You.

Who was it who arranged the sale of the tiles? You!

No, no, no, Hammond!

It's all a con.

The FBI guy was in on it. The Chechen was in on it.

None of it is real!

You don't need a fall guy.

I don't believe a word you say.

He's gone. We lost him.

Which way did Hammond go now?

He took a motorboat to his barge. International water.

So I did wind up dead this time.

No one said he was gonna shoot me.

Oh, Arthur. You didn't expect we'd keep a live gun in play, did you?

I have loaded the blanks into the gun.

Now talk me through the rest.

Just stop with the freaky accent thingy.

Perhaps I will use this accent forever.

Fall down, you idiot.

You could have told me.

We needed it to be believable.

You were pushing the betrayal too hard.

Excuse me, I stammered and cowered perfectly well after Harry died.

It was very convincing, by the way.

Oh, that was actually my first death, so...

Hold that thought.

Stop, stop, stop!

Is that enough blood? Or should I add a little bit more?

And when I crumple, should I crumple forwards or should I crumple backwards?

Well, just die already.

Give me that.

I'm gonna take Brando here home.

But Hammond never called the FBI. So much for your plan, huh?

Arthur, plans are like identities.

Always have a backup.

Breanna.

Oh, I'm on it.

I reached out to all the media outlets with your story

and Parker's on the phone with Hammond's satellite provider now.

Yeah, tots. Yeah. Perf. Yeah. Cancel.

Twenty minutes? Oh, yeah. Totally.

Hello?

I hope you enjoy your time on your trash barge, Hammond.

Don't you get it?

All we needed was for you to get on that barge,

and now you're never getting off it.

I can get off this ship at a dozen international ports,

bribe my way in through contacts of any country that I have dumped in.

I still have assets on this barge worth millions of dollars.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Hammond.

Because what the government won't take,

I've already stolen.

Now we're almost into Hammond's bank accounts.

Just move the little arrow thingy

to the little gray box thingy on the right.

Yes, I know what a cursor is.

This accent thing is throwing me off.

Perhaps you are seasick from being on boat.

Harry!

Oh, I'm gonna find you, Sophie Devereaux.

Ooh.

You think you have me cornered? Yeah?

Well, I still have an entire container full of priceless antiquities.

Which despite all of your crap, you never managed to get.

Get the tiles from my container, tell the barge to shove off and wait.

International waters.

There's Hammond's guy.

And that's the container.

Hurry. Switch the ID numbers so they take the wrong one.

You see, the feds just don't take one's word on this sort of thing.

I did have to provide evidence.

And don't even think about trying to call for help.

Your satellite phone should start dying right about...

Hello? Hello?

Hello?!

We may not get 'em to stop dumping trash around the world,

but we sure managed to convince Clyde Hammond to stop.

Yeah, and replace your boat.

And he graciously agreed to put almost every cent he owns

into a cooperative to clean up the bay.

You know, most people who don't live with this problem refuse to care.

I didn't think anybody would ever help.

Well, I called the news station about that follow-up.

I think you could make them care.

Come on.

Stop.

I wanna drive the boat.

- I wanna drive the boat. - No.

- I wanna drive the boat. - No!

I'm gonna drive the boat.

- Arthur. - Oh, apology time.

Arthur, I admit I tried to forget what I did

or didn't do all those years ago.

But I have been carrying it with me ever since.

I know your cut of the Hammond con isn't gonna begin to make up for it.

Where did the rest of the money go?

I'm trying to make amends.

That doesn't sound like the girl I know.

That's not me anymore.

Yes, it is.

Just because you walked away from the carnage in your past

doesn't mean it's not there.

And I'm not the only one whose legs you cut out from underneath them.

Why don't you stop pretending?

'Cause I know the real you, darling.

And you haven't changed.

Harry, I wanted to thank you for what you did on this con.

I knew I did a good death.

I know that's not what you meant.

You know, when Nate was running the team,

he would never, ever admit to having a blind spot.

But I knew he relied on me to point them out

when he was veering onto the wrong path.

I know I have blind spots and I know where they are,

but thank you for pointing them out.

I was kind of hoping you might stick around for a bit,

stop me from veering.

You were right.

I mean, maybe we can't take on the world's bigger problems,

but at least now DeDe can.

I'm glad you found a way.

Yeah.

Uh...

Why didn't you tell the crew about Arthur?

Because you can't dwell on the past.

You have to keep moving forward.

But sometimes when you look back, you see how much you've changed.

Baby steps, Sophie.

Baby steps.