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

- Claire Fox is here,
and she wants a word.

- Simon?

- Yeah, he started
calling last week.

- The thing is, I love you.

Oh, God.

- There's this little CIA spook.

She's smart, tenacious,
a real caped crusader.

- Hey, Daphne Finch
is coming for you.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Because I love you too.

Say something.

Em, just say something.

- You lied to me.

- I never lied to you.

I... I never lied.

I just... I didn't tell
you the whole truth.

- That's the same
thing, Charlie.

Was any of it real?

- Everything that you and
I have felt has been real.

Come on, Em. You know that.

- I don't know anything anymore.

You're a criminal.

- It's not like that. Listen.

My family and I, we target
people who deserve it.

And I wanted to get out.

I... I have tried to get out.

But Daphne found us.

And she's put...

- Just stop.

You're not victims, Charlie.

You're working for people
who do horrible things.

It's as black and
white as it gets.

- Nothing is black and white.

You of all people
should understand that

better than anyone.
- What does that even mean?

- Daphne has got
dirt on your family.

And it's bad enough, she
thinks she can use it.

- Why?

What's her endgame?
What is she hiding?

- Look, all I know is that
she's Maguire's daughter

and that she and
Connor are in a battle

to run the organization.

- Okay. What else?

Why is she meeting with rivals?

Why is she dumping
drugs on the cheap?

What is her big plan?

- I don't know.

- Then you're of no use to me.

- Hey, whoa, whoa.

I... I put my family at risk

telling you that she
is targeting yours.

- Don't worry.

The agency doesn't care

about some small-time criminals.

But if you happen to
be with Daphne Finch

when we take her
down, that is on you.

- Well, well, that was fast.

I feel so special.

- Don't.
- Oh, come on.

At least we don't
have to whisper

so barflies don't eavesdrop.

- You having fun?

- I'm not not having fun.

- What do you want?

- It turns out, that
little black book you stole

is a veritable gold
mine of useful tidbits.

- Okay.

- This Erin Blenner painting

was recently purchased by a
man named Grigori Abramov.

I want it.

- I can't imagine this is
just about some painting.

What are you really going after?

- I am looking to get into
a new line of business.

And Grigori Abramov is the key.

- It says this thing
sold for over $2 million

on the open market.

How about I get it for you at 3?

- I dictate the terms.

- I'm not negotiating.
- Are you forgetting...

- Hey, if you want
to find somebody else

to fund your little battle
for power with Connor,

you go right ahead.

Otherwise, why don't you start

treating us with
a little respect?

- I don't know what's
going on with you.

But I don't hate this.

- $3 million.

- Hey.

Was it a good family meeting
or a bad family meeting?

- Top shelf family meeting.

- Charlie, you okay?

- I'm not really
sure where to start.

- Beginning's as good
a place as any, son.

- Emma is a CIA officer.

- Please tell me you're kidding.

- No, I am not.

- So that's why you
broke up with her.

That's why you've
been acting weird.

- That's not even
the worst part.

- How is that not
the worst part?

- Because Emma works for a group

that focuses on transnational
organized crime.

She has been investigating

Daphne and the
Maguire syndicate.

- Okay, that's worse.

- Is she coming after us?

- No.

But she did warn me that
if we're in the cross-hairs

when she makes a move on
Daphne, we're going down too.

- CIA.

- Yeah, I know.
- CIA.

- Pop, I know.

Look, we can't just pull
up stakes with Daphne,

all right, not while
Connor is still out there.

No, we... we gotta do
this next job for her.

She wants us to
lift some painting

from a Russian oligarch,
Grigori Abramov.

- In other words, we can't stay
out of the CIA's crosshairs.

- No.

- Do you really think that
Emma would just burn us?

- I...

Whatever she felt for me,

for us,

that's over.

Uh, she made that crystal clear.

- Honey?

What is it?

You were right...

About Charlie.

- Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

- One of these days,

we're gonna have a long talk

about your taste in women.

Okay, so Abramov has a place
at the Lovett in Hudson Yards.

The building manager
there has a...

- You're really gonna pretend
like we don't already have

the perfect in in the
New York art scene?

- No.

Charlie, the answer's no.

- He's been calling
for weeks, Bird.

He's... he's practically
primed himself

like a gift wrapped for us.

- I can't believe you're
seriously suggesting

bringing Simon back into
my life for some job.

- This is not just some job.

What better way to get
out from underneath Daphne

than to get back at an
ex at the same time?

- I'm pretty sure the
shrinks call that projection.

You know, once upon a time,
you were an art history major

living in New York

with your trendy,
art-dealing boyfriend,

rubbing elbows with
rich collectors.

You've got a
built-in cover, Bird.

And it is real.

You and I, we both know Simon
is the most efficient way

to that painting.

- It's not the logic

that I'm struggling
with here, Charlie.

- Look, I'm asking
you to play a part,

no different than... than any
other job that we've done.

- No, you're asking
me to step into a life

I left behind with a
man who broke my heart.

- Once an addict,
always in addict.

Even they'll tell you that.

Why would you talk
your sister into this?

- I didn't talk
her into anything.

Look, she knows Simon
is the fastest way

to that painting.

- Fastest, yes, best, no.

You don't know how bad it got.

You weren't there when he left.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I was in a Nicaraguan
jail at the time.

Forgive me.

- Charlie, I would
never downplay

what you did for this family.

I only meant, you weren't there.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

I can't believe
it's been, what...

- 10 years.

Until you started calling,
I had no idea whether

you were alive or dead.

- Yeah, a couple of times,
I wasn't sure, either.

I wasn't right back then.

I was a...

I am... an addict.

And I know I can't do
anything to take that back.

But I've changed, Bird.

I swear to you.

I wouldn't have called
you if I hadn't.

I am so sorry

for leaving you to raise
our daughter alone.

- I wasn't alone.

I had my family.

- And I am so grateful
to them for that.

Can I ask about her?

I mean, how is she?

- That's not what this is.

That's not why I called you.

Can you get close to a
man named Grigori Abramov?

- I sold him a Selden
sculpture a few years ago.

I mean, I can try.

But Bird, I mean, do
I even want to know?

- Probably not.

- I'll do anything
that you want.

All I ask is that
you at least consider

the possibility
that I've changed.

- Only a matter of time before
she finds her way down there.

And you know what happens next:

the talk.

- I am not ready for the talk.

When she finds out what we
do, her innocence is gone.

- Oh, come on.

When you were her age,

not only were you
down in the basement,

you were out in the
alley sneaking menthols.

- So Simon has secured
invites for himself

and Birdie to Abramov's
monthly salon.

- Salon?

Who is this guy, Louis XIV?

- Yeah, he wishes.

It takes place at his
35th floor penthouse,

which screams asset laundering

and conspicuous consumption.

So we should expect
heavy security.

Birdie is gonna be looking
for a point of entry

to lift the painting
from the inside.

- Which puts you in the van,

if you feel like
you can handle it.

- I was built for that.

- You're gonna need
a dress, sweetie.

- Yep.

Simon and I used to do
these type of parties

all the time.

- Are you sure
you're up for this?

- What do you mean?

- He was always your blind spot.

- Oh, not this time.

- ♪ You got what they want ♪

♪ You got what they need ♪

♪ So sit back, relax,
and communicate ♪

- You look terrific.

Well.

Ah. Ma'am.

- Ah, there he is, Grigori.

- My friend.

You made it.

Hey, listen, any sales
you make tonight,

you kick over a hefty
finder's fee, eh?

- Grigori, let me
introduce you to my...

Birdie.

This is... uh, this is Birdie.

- Hmm.
- Birdie.

- I can't wait to see

that Selden that he sold you.

- Yeah. Yeah, please.

Make some friends.

Make some memories.

Make some mistakes.

- Or if you're like
me, all three at once.

- I like him.
- He's not kidding.

Thank you. I'll see you later.

- Okay.

- Grigori, we need you.

- Okay.

- Hey, Simon.
- Hey.

- Here we go.

- Hearing you loud and clear,

getting schematics of
the room as we speak.

Any sign of that painting?

- No sign of the Blenner so far.

That's weird.

There's no laser detectors
on any of his art.

- How's the security?

- Surprisingly little.

- Wow, this guy's cocky.

- What'd Charlie do now?

- Not Charlie.

You.

- How did you get these?

- Is that Claire Fox?

- Your mother and I
were in a rough patch

before we all moved out here.

Claire and I had an affair
for a couple of months.

I came clean to your mother.

I tried to end
things with Claire.

I didn't know that,
by that point,

she had some ex-spy
tailing us, taking photos.

Needless to say, when
she pressed me to support

a government contract
for one of her clients,

I had no choice.

Dad.

- It's a black mark
of my Senate record.

I made one mistake a
very long time ago.

Now it could not only ruin
your brother's career but...

- It's not your
fault. It's mine.

- Why would someone
send you these?

You don't really work in
logistics, do you, Emma?

- How long have you been sober?

- Two years, three
weeks, and one day.

- Yeah, about eight
years too late, though.

- That's when you
started calling me, huh?

At your two-year anniversary.

- I told you, I've changed.

- Doesn't make sense to me.

- Microwaves.
- A hatchback.

I still think...

- Bird, he's playing you.

All right? Just play the part.

- Excuse me.

Are we still talking about me?

I know what I'm doing.

Bird.

Birdie.

Oh, you want something done...

- ♪ Kick, rattle, and shake
like a rat in a cage ♪

♪ Bang bang on the door,
time to come out and play ♪

♪ If you can't keep up ♪

♪ It's the start of end ♪

♪ 3-2-1, let the games begin ♪

♪ Hold onto your tongue,
do whatever it takes ♪

♪ Stare into the sun
and moves on the stage ♪

♪ If you can't keep up,
it's the start of the end ♪

♪ 3-2-1, let the games begin ♪

Yeah.

- ♪ Let the games begin ♪

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

I know you don't
like post-modern,

but I instantly thought of you.

At least I thought of how happy
it would make both of us, yes?

- The Blenner painting is
ready for its new home.

I will book the Vespertine
for the exchange.

What?

Yeah, the usual time.

Sunday night at 10:00.

Bye.

- There you are.

- Enjoying the view?

- Birdie, do you hear me?

I need help.

- There's the Blenner.

Hi.

- Is everything okay,

or are you just trying
to give me the slip?

- Do you know he doesn't even
think of this as a painting?

Blenner thinks of this
as a... as a stage.

And then he incorporates red
in his work for the first time.

And it's like an
invitation to us

to consider evolving
out of black and white.

- I missed hearing
you talk about art.

- Yeah, I miss talking about it.

- And I can't wait to see how
you feel about the real one.

- What do you
mean, the real one?

- It's counterfeit.

Look at the way the
light reflects off of it.

60-year-old ink would
absorb more light.

- But I know that Abramov
bought the real Blenner

three months ago.

- Oh, yeah, he may own it,

but that's not it.

It's a high-quality
fake, to be sure.

That probably cost him 20K.

But that's definitely not
the Selden I sold him.

I mean, it is, but it isn't.

- Why would someone
go to all the expense

of acquiring original art

just to make and
display the fakes?

And where are the real ones?

Hey, Charlie.

Charlie, where are you?

- Balcony. Balcony, now.

- Hello, again.

- Hello, hello.

- I trust you're
enjoying yourself.

- Oh, very much so.

Although, I did just
hear somebody inside say

they're out of vodka, so...

- Out of vodka...

That's not possible.

- What are you doing?

- You said there
was no security,

so I thought I'd just drop in
and grab the Blenner myself.

- There's no security
because the painting's fake.

- What? Abramov said something

about Vespertine Sunday.

- Vespertine?

That's a small art gallery

at the Felton Freeport.

It's a tax haven.

It's probably where
he keeps his real art.

I have a locker there myself.

- You got my message.

Two single malts, neat.

I think you're gonna want one.

Did you know about
Daddy Dearest?

Or were you just as
surprised as I was?

It's always the ones
you least expect.

I'm not sure what's worse,
though, the secret affair

or the fact that the
great Senator Hill

compromised himself
politically for it.

- I'm just glad to know
I'm not the only one

with daddy issues.

- Here you are, ladies.

- I guess we both
could use that drink.

- How did you find out?

- See, what's confusing
for me is you work hard

to get out of a poor
Philly neighborhood,

earn a full ride to Penn

just so you can help
a bunch of criminals

scale up their operation.

For what, Daddy's love?

Come on.

You're not a gangster.

You're nothing like your father.

- People like you
and your family

wrap themselves in this
veil of moral authority,

pretending to be the good guys.

But at the end of the day,

cops, politicians, CIA,

you're criminals just like me,

willing to blur the lines of
morality whenever it suits you.

I'm just glad I've got the
photos now to prove it.

- What do you want?

- Back off.

If the Feds stay on me,

if I feel any hint of your
investigation continuing,

I will expose your family for
the frauds you really are.

You see, Emma,

unlike you,

I know exactly who I am.

And you're right.

I am not my father.

But I am my father's daughter.

And you haven't even begun
to see what I'm capable of.

Thanks for the drink.

- Oh, sorry.

Thank you.
- All right, Mom.

We gotta go back to a
"no food and drink" rule

in the basement.
- I invented that rule, Birdie.

- Unbelievable.

These rich people,
they just keep

all this incredible art
locked away in the dark,

never seen by anyone.

- Multimillion-dollar
business deals,

all tax free.

- Late stage capitalism
at its finest.

- That place must be
like Fort Knox, huh?

- Yeah, I mean, it's basically
like a safety deposit box

on steroids, right?

Rotating security, strict
temperature controls.

- Only members are allowed
inside with the key card.

- Where'd you get that?

- What? He was so
distracted by you.

- Okay, so we slip in while
the deal is taking place.

Create a diversion.

- A basic thirsty man shuffle.

- With a low-ball switch.

- Okay, but if we
scan in with that

and it's Simon's name on
the log during the heist...

- Who cares about Simon?

Don't answer that.

- Yeah?

- We need to talk
about the Blenner.

I have new intel. Same spot?

- Yep.

I got it. I'll be back.

- So what's your intel?

- They are closing
the Freeport tomorrow

two hours before the exchange.

Clearly, Abramov's guest
wants to remain a secret.

So if nobody can get in
or out during that time,

I don't think that my key
card will be of much help.

I'm guessing Charlie lifted
this off me at the penthouse.

- So you're trying to stop us.

- I let you down before.

I'm not gonna do it again.

- You want to help?

- Hey, guys.

- Mr. Norris, new piece?

Any paperwork you need?

- Oh, hey, Regina.

No, I'm just holding on
to a client's sculpture

for a home reno.

I'll have it out
of here tomorrow.

- Lovely.

- Come on, man.

If I get one more
undelivered, I'm fired.

I'm fired.

- I tell you guys all the
time, no deliveries after 6:00.

- Hey, Richard, come on, man.

That's only five minutes.

What if it was your job?

- Last time.

- Evening, Mr. Abramov,
pleased to see you again.

- Always a pleasure. Thank
you for staying late.

- Of course.

I have your articles
of provenance ready

for Blenner's "A
Scarlet Introduction."

- Regina, your service,
like your tailoring,

remains impeccable.

- So that's the doodle, huh?

- Yeah, original Erin Blenner.

Market value $2 million.

- I will never
understand you art types.

- Mr. Willford, as requested,

we are keeping your piece
enclosed for safety.

I'll now finalize the
paperwork for the transfer.

- Hey, you trust Simon

to bring us the painting
after we do this?

You don't think he's
just gonna disappear

in the middle of
the night again?

- That was different,
and you know it.

And he's serious about
wanting to reconcile.

So, yes, I do trust him to
bring the painting back.

- All right.

10 seconds till the EMP
zaps the security system.

Here we go.

3, 2, 1.

- System reboot. Five minutes.

- Get eyes on the hall
until it's back up.

I'll check the vault.

- Thank you, Willford.

- And that's that.

Your new pieces will now
be taken to your units.

- All right, it's showtime.

- Pleasure doing business.

Fire detected.

60 seconds.
- We need to go.

Come on. No, no, no.

The system is rigged

to suppress all oxygen
in the Freeport.

Anyone still inside
will suffocate.

- Fire suppression engaged.

- ♪ Seasick Sarah
had a golden nose ♪

♪ Hobnail boots wrapped
around her toe ♪

♪ When she turned blue,
all the angels screamed ♪

♪ They didn't know, they
couldn't make the scene ♪

♪ They gotta run,
run, run, run, run ♪

♪ Take a drag or two ♪

♪ Run, run, run ♪

- All right. We're on schedule.

Four minutes until the
system's back online.

- Copy that.

♪ Tell you whatcha do ♪

- Swapping the real
Blenner with our fake.

All right, let's see
what $2 million gets you.

There's nothing in here.

It's an address.

- Here goes nothing.

Time to move.

- ♪ Marguerita Passion,
I had to get her fixed ♪

♪ She wasn't well,
she was getting sick ♪

- There's no fire here.

- ♪ Went to sell her soul ♪

♪ She wasn't high ♪

♪ Didn't know, thinks
she could buy it ♪

♪ She gotta run,
run, run, run, run ♪

♪ Take a drag or two ♪

♪ Run, run, run, run, run ♪

♪ Gypsy death and you ♪

- When did you last
go to a museum?

- Eh...
- Okay.

I rest my case.
- Apologies, gentlemen.

It seems a coffee pot
decided to have a meltdown.

Everything's now in order

if you'd like to
come back inside

while we transfer your new
pieces into your lockers.

- Thank you.

- I think we can do this now.

- Nothing shady about a deal
at a fancy storage facility

in the middle of the night.

- You are gonna love me.

- Who's that?

- Grigori Abramov.

I went back to my Russian asset

to shake him down
for some fresh intel.

It seems like the
Russian cartel arranged

a sit-down with Daphne
and Abramov twice.

And she left both
meetings pissed.

- He has something
that she wants.

What is it?

- That's why I followed
him to find out.

- Good work.

- This guy right here
is Brad Willford.

He works for American Armory.

They manufacture
military-grade weapons.

He makes 100K,

but he owns his
place in Great Falls

and has a bungalow in Belize.

- It sounds like someone's got
a side hustle with the Russian.

- Daphne wants in
on the gun trade.

A lot of agencies are gonna
be very interested in this.

- This is great.

- How'd it go at the Freeport?

- Yeah, none the wiser.

- Is this the real one?

- Birdie.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's real.

- Okay.

- Um, why did you
leave the way you did?

You were never that guy.

- Maybe you should ask
your father about that.

- Bird?

Help me out with this.

- Yeah, sure, I'll just, uh...
- Yeah.

Hey, Bird.

- God, she's beautiful.

- Smart too.

Hey, how long you been signing?

- Oh, uh, I've just been
taking classes online.

I'm clearly not fluent,
but I'm working on it.

Uh, just tell Birdie bye.

- Sure you're gonna
see her again.

So tell her yourself.

- Right.

- How's it going?

- Huh.

I'm trying, Dad.

I really am.

If I do my job,

David's campaign, your legacy,

everything this family's
worked for is destroyed.

But if I back off,
the bad guys win.

- You've always been clear-eyed.

Even as a little girl,
things were either

good or bad, black or white.

That's why you would have
made a terrible politician.

In politics, there is
no black and white,

just gray.

So in my experience,
there is another answer.

You just haven't found it yet.

- Guns.

- Yeah.

- That's classic Daphne.

Just when you think
she's the worst,

she outdoes herself.

- I mean, if the Feds
find out about this one,

they're definitely
taking us down with her.

- Speaking of Feds.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I thought you didn't
want to see me again.

- How was Delaware?

Look. I'm not here
to arrest you.

I just want to talk.

- And what are we talking about?

- You and Daphne.

- What about her?

- Help me take her down.

- Now you want me
to be a criminal.

What... what happened to

"as black and white as it gets"?

Why should I help you with this?

- Because like it or
not, we need each other.

If you come work
for me as my asset,

I'll protect your family while
you help me protect mine.

- Yeah, okay.

But Daphne's gotten into

some pretty heavy stuff.

So if I do this for you,

you're not gonna
like me very much.

- Well, I kind of
don't like you now,

so I guess there's
nothing to lose.

- The painting is, uh, much
smaller than I imagined.

- The painting is in the truck.

That is the location
of $2 million worth

of unregistered firearms,

plus the contact information
for Brad Willford,

who supplied them.

Dealing drugs, dealing arms,

that is an ambitious
new line of work.

- Oh, Charlie, you
shouldn't have.

I thought Abramov was
the key, but you...

You just opened the damn door.

- You know, I couldn't
stop thinking,

all these masterpieces

just locked away in the dark...

Not being viewed the way

they really deserve to be seen.

You know I'm capable
of so much more.

And I know what you want.

- Do you?

- You want the Maguire throne.

I help you get it, you
and I are truly square.

Let me show you what
I can really do.