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Previously on "The Company You Keep"...

- Simon? - Yeah, he started calling

last week. I don't know why.

I don't need to know why. You can decline.

Claire Fox? Her support is not the kind you want.

It's amazing what aligning yourself

with the right people can accomplish.

Always comes at a cost.

I wanted to introduce you to Jennifer West.

I think she'd make a great addition to your campaign.

Connor Maguire is stateside?

What are you doing here?

The feds are already watching us.

Your father trusts me to handle things.

You know when I found out that Daphne was working with

the man who ripped me off...

kick in the balls that felt like, you know?

That's Daphne's secret revenue stream.

That covers the deal Daphne and I had.

- Charlie. - Yeah.

I finally figured it out.

Figured what out?

17 across. Riposte.

Huh.

Guessing the fencing lessons I took as a kid paid off.

Thank you. Do not tell my mom.

Nice.

- What else you got? - Uh...

mm.

Five down, 1963 Hepburn and Grant romp.

Seven letters.

- Hey. - Huh?

- You good? - Yeah.

I'm just thinking about your, uh, crossword.

You know you can tell me if something's going on.

Hey...

what if we skip work today?

Crawl back into bed, cue up a film,

pretend the world doesn't exist.

Hmm.

Hello, world.

- I'll be right back. - Yeah.

Hey.

I knew we'd get something on the security cams.

Can you make out our mystery man?

Partial plate? I'll take it.

No, that's great, Mason.

Yeah, okay I'll see you soon.

You got to go.

As much as I want to stay.

Um, I got a bunch of stuff to do here anyway, so...

Hey, look, I'm around later if you want to talk.

Okay, great.

- Okay. Have a good day. - You too.

- Hey, uh, "Charade." - Huh?

Five down.

"Charade." It's one of my parents' favorite movies.

When this thing wraps up, maybe we can stay in,

watch a little "Charade," see where the day takes us.

Yeah, I'd like that.

- Me too. - I'll see you.

Bye.

What happened to your associate was regretful,

but I assure you, Connor Maguire will have...

Don't you mean your brother?

Connor Maguire will have no impact

on our partnership moving forward.

I understand we don't get to choose our family,

but it's not just your brother that concerns me.

Since we began selling your product,

the feds have been all over us.

Your partnership comes with too much heat.

What if I could turn down the heat?

Say I find a way to get our product out of

those shipping containers and back on the streets.

You do that, I think we can find

some way to work out our differences.

Still we're talking Coast Guard, port authority,

customs... so, unless you have friends in high places...

As a matter of fact, I do.

- There she is. - Hey, babe.

- Oh, that dress is stunning. - Thank you.

Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.

Stop. I've been wanting to catch up.

I hear you've been spending time in Europe.

- Ooh, la, la. - I've been consulting

for this big transnational organization,

but I must say the experience has been

tragically lacking in fine wine and Italian villas.

Couldn't be worse than the swamp.

Well, let's just say it is no toga party at Sigma Chi.

Right?

Well, nothing is.

- Excuse me. - Yup.

- Mimosas? - Please.

- Let's make them bottomless. - All right.

I'm never gonna let you live that down.

- Okay, can I be real? - When are you not?

Fair.

The red tape in this town is killing me.

- Don't get me started. - Here you go.

Thank you.

If anyone could help me grease the wheels in Washington

it is the best damn social chair Kappa Theta ever had.

- I really was. - I still can't believe

you're chief of staff to the House Majority Whip.

I thought you'd be working for the president by now.

Trust me, I'm on it.

I bet you are.

So for your bureaucratic nightmare,

you can always hire lobbyists. That takes time.

Which I don't have.

Come on. Give me the good stuff.

Sister to sister.

♪ Over and over again ♪

Well...

if you really want to cut through red tape,

I may have a guy.

Go on.

His name is John Baylor.

Former MI-6 turned Beltway fixer.

Think of him as a sort of unofficial lobbyist

who can apply pressure to the right people.

Your infrastructure, my contacts.

A rising tide raises all ships. Isn't that what they say?

Look, I get it.

You respond to strength, and so do I.

So let me show you what having your back looks like.

Baylor's a bit eccentric, but effective.

Just call this number, and you should know...

hiring him can come at a cost.

Believe me, I can afford it.

I'm not talking money.

In DC, secrets are currency, babe.

He's got dirt on everyone who gets into business with him.

Rumor has it he has a kind of black book,

but this one's full of blackmail.

You don't say.

That's the car.

The guy I saw right after the money drop.

Well unfortunately, this is the only security cam

in the area. Hopefully one of these images

can give us a full plate.

Once we ID Daphne's new revenue stream,

we can finally get inside her operation.

And find out why she's still slumming it in Baltimore

while Connor's sipping margaritas in Mexico.

That car's gotta still be out there.

We just need a better angle. What about that one?

Are you about to ask me what I think you about to ask?

Mason, enhance.

There it is. Dodge Charger, Maryland plate.

Foxtrot, echo, 9, 4, 9, 2, November.

Reported stolen a few weeks ago.

Okay.

Okay, so he used it for the job,

ditched it after the drop.

Pull up all body shops and

salvage yards within a 50-mile radius.

He can't hide forever.

Charlie.

Otto, hey. Did you chop that car from the last job yet?

The Charger? Still here.

Why, you wanna take it for another spin?

No. Look, scratch chopping it, okay?

I need you to crush it.

Bro, that's cutting into my bottom line.

I can't sell car parts if the car's crushed.

No, no, no. Stop, stop.

I need you to hear me on this, okay?

It's gotta disappear. You got it?

You're killing me, man, but fine.

I'll make it up to you.

Yup.

Is that about the car?

Why are you so worried all of a sudden?

Just being careful.

Hey, uh, do me a favor.

Tell mom to keep Ollie

at Uncle Gio's another couple days.

I just... I want the dust to settle on this last job.

Sure. Um...

yeah, speaking of, uh,

our least favorite regular just walked in.

Please, sir, can I have some more?

Sorry, you want us to con a spy?

Ex-spy.

He's got a little black book that could prove useful to me.

You know what, lady? I'm getting a little tired

of you and your demands. Our debt is paid to you.

- Easy, Pop. - Wrong.

Because now, thanks to you, Connor and I are in a footrace

to control this organization.

And now, he's in Mexico with a $10 million head start.

- Thanks to us? - Don't play innocent with me.

I know you brought him in to undermine me.

Family drama's really not our problem.

Yes, it is, because Connor wants you dead.

Your family too.

And I'm the only one standing in the way of that happening.

Okay, so...

we steal a little black book.

Lay it on us.

It belongs to a fixer named John Baylor.

The guy is hired by politicians to clean up their messes,

ruin their enemies, pay off whistle-blowers.

- You want his blackmail. - Now you're catching on.

I like not being dead.

What's the real value in this for you? Hmm?

I mean, you deal with criminals, not politicians.

Is there a difference?

Look, if you're, um,

worried about your little moral code,

no one is in it who isn't already dirty.

That's how you reach Baylor.

You want us to go after a real-life James Bond

with nothing to go on but a phone number.

He's a paranoid, Cold War relic

with no connection to the world.

It's fun, right?

See? I knew you'd like a challenge.

Good luck, Nicolettis. You're gonna need it.

All right, John Baylor,

former agent for MI6, allegedly.

In the late aughts, he was undercover as a professor

at Thornton College until the dean blew his cover.

MI6 disavows him, sends out a burn notice,

revokes his passport, whole nine.

Wait, wait, hold on a second.

That's all we got?

Guess I didn't need to bring out the board.

Guy's trained to be invisible.

He knows how to cover his tracks.

And now, he's using those skills

to profit off of DC's dirtiest.

It's always nice to see someone land on their feet.

Hey, Pop, did you get anything on the ground

that would lead us back to this guy's black book?

Turns out that spying on a spy

is as difficult as you'd expect.

I mean, this guy's tradecraft is top notch.

He meets his clients in public places

where it's either too loud to listen

or too empty to get close to him.

He uses surveillance detection routes to run his errands.

Okay, so the usual tricks aren't gonna work.

We're just gonna have to lure him to us.

Ooh, you mean hire him.

Buddy of mine at the Drakefield

said that one Ray Tipton Jr.'s checking out tomorrow morning.

- RTJ? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, he's a worse human than his dad was a vice-president.

It's all over the tabloids.

What? You never stood in line at the grocery store?

Well, hey, look, I'm thinking that RTJ had a wild night

that he's gonna want buried.

So we slip Baylor a phone with some delicious blackmail.

Give him some more dirt for his collection.

Along with some malware that would give me access

to his computer and all his files.

And then his secrets become our secrets.

That's good.

Can't hire a fixer without breaking something.

Oh, I've always wanted to do this.

Batter up!

- Explain that to me! - No, don't blame this on me.

Hurry, before anyone hears.

I didn't see your name on the partner rolls

at Skadden or Latham.

I've got my own shingle.

Do you have the money?

I am so sick of you bringing us down.

You just barge right in.

Oh, yeah? Maybe if Ray wasn't such a lying piece...

You just talking, talking, but you never say anything.

You're talking at me. Don't talk to me.

Who the hell are you?

Excuse me. Hello?

I said who the hell are you?

Oh, let me guess, Ray sent another man to manipulate me.

Oh, it's like I said. It's just like I said, man.

- She's gonna be a problem. - I'm the problem?

She's gonna sing like a canary.

Canary? What are you, an ornithologist

- all of a sudden? - You know, you're a walking

contact high.

- You, shut up. - I...

Shut up.

Why don't you all shut up?

What are we dealing with?

Things got a little messy for my client last night.

I need you to make it go away.

Make it go away? I came here to be with

my boyfriend, and he left this morning with some hooker.

Takes one to know one, huh?

Look, she's got photos. I need you to keep her

from leaking anything to the tabloids.

You, clean that up and whatever else you've snorted.

You, replace the sheets.

- You. - Seriously?

I mean, we hired you.

Now, I am literally cleaning up that cheater's mess.

Don't make me ask again.

So we're looking good.

Poll numbers are up. Money's coming in.

But this line's heading in the wrong direction.

Oh, that's David's approval with the 18 to 29s.

Now, we tried to engage,

but it's hard to get Gen Z to care about the real issues.

Yeah, maybe with that attitude.

Thank you, Ms. West, but that's not...

Let's hear what she has to say.

Well, I couldn't help but notice that you don't have

a dedicated social media strategist,

and your Twitter feed shows how well that's going.

Platitudes and infographics? Blah.

Social media isn't just about communication.

It's about connection.

For example, Doug, right now I just know you as

David's campaign manager, but when I saw that you spent

last Friday night front row at the Bad Bunny concert,

well, now we're connecting as people.

So what do you suggest we do next?

TikTok, Instagram.

You're a charming guy. Let's use that.

David's a politician, not an influencer.

I'd argue they're one in the same.

She's not wrong.

Uh, would you give us a moment?

Where'd this new aide come from?

Don't tell me Claire Fox introduced her to you.

Yeah, well, Claire helps shore up political support

from some of our donors, and I...

Did her a favor.

I really wish you'd told me.

It's not a big deal, Dad. Really.

Plus, Jen has some good ideas.

Just don't assume she's working for you.

When it comes to Claire Fox, there's always another agenda.

Oh, I not gonna let you sweep this under the rug.

I am gonna take these pictures straight to TMZ.

Come on. Is that necessary?

Treat Ray Ray with the respect he treated me.

If you do that, the only person

that will get hurt is you.

It doesn't matter what he did.

The woman pays the price. Always.

Which is why you're gonna take this money.

And you're gonna forget everything

that's happened here today.

Uh, I gotta... I gotta take this.

I'm gonna take... I'm gonna take this, yeah.

- Hey, what's up? - You were right.

Some government suits are here asking questions.

Well, you already took care of that thing, right?

I was getting to it, bro. I'm slammed.

Where is it now?

The car is on the north side of the yard.

I'll give them the grand tour.

That should buy you enough time to do what you gotta do.

Okay, yeah. I'll be right there.

Hey, uh, so... ha.

I've got a friend who has a car emergency.

- Uh, I gotta go now. - Wait.

Do you idiots ever have a day without a crisis? Huh?

Cut him loose. We don't need him here anyway.

Good riddance, Dick.

Go.

Now, hand the man your phone

so we can all move on with our lives.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's with the photos?

Insurance. You don't pay the rest of my fee

or you decide to disclose my involvement here,

these go public.

Oh.

What are you doing?

That's the only proof I have or RTJ and his whore.

Hey, wait.

You can't have digital evidence floating around.

You never know who can get to it.

Uh...

Well, I wish I could say it's been a pleasure.

But it never is.

Wait.

You need to give me a ride.

I would call one, but you just nuked my phone.

Or I could catch a ride with

one of the paparazzi downstairs.

I thought you had this all sewn up.

Fine. Come with me.

Can we take a look over here?

That's where I park my junkers.

It wouldn't be down there.

Yeah, I'd still like to take a look.

Oh.

It's Charlie.

Mm, I'll call him back.

No, go ahead and take it.

These cars aren't going anywhere.

True.

- Hey, you. - Hey.

I know you're at work, I'm sorry.

I just, uh...

I wanted to hear your voice.

What's going on? Stuff with the bar?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

Hey, I was thinking...

what about a little stay-cation?

Tonight, escape for a few hours just you and me.

- Yeah, that sounds great. - Great.

Meet me at the Langston at 8:00.

Yeah, okay. I'll be there.

It's a date. See you soon.

What do you think?

Looks familiar.

I wasn't using him, you know?

I mean, the parties were fun.

The lifestyle.

I didn't come from much, but...

I really thought we had something.

And now, I just feel like a fool.

You were right, what you said.

That the woman always pays the price.

A word of advice.

It may be hard, but let the past stay the past.

Bet you see a lotta people with regrets

in your line of work.

Hey, what are you gonna do with those photographs?

I'm asking 'cause I got a kid, and I really don't...

I don't know who you are or what you're angling for,

but your sob story needs work.

Get out.

Don't ever call me again, and remember,

I have more on you than you have on me.

And you just slide the pancake onto the plate.

And boom.

You're done.

My dad always called this the dinner of champions.

Sorry, that was lame.

Can we go again?

It was great.

The whole point is connecting over the little things.

Hey, you wanna try some?

I can't let good kimchi-jeon go to waste.

Go for it.

Just like that. Yup. Perfect.

Ah! Okay.

And dip.

Mm, mm.

It's hot.

Hope I didn't, uh,

step on any toes with your team before.

I know they only think I'm here as a favor.

Hey, I chose to hire you.

I just have a hard time believing

people really want me at the table.

The truth is, I got most of my jobs

from my parents calling in favors.

Listen, I still doubt I'm here because I earned it.

And sometimes I think even my own team

doesn't see me for who I am or what I've done.

My parents could've got me on any campaign,

and I chose yours

because of who you are.

Because I believe in you.

Maybe it's time the rest of the team sees the real you.

I certainly like him.

No, Pop, what I said is for like ten seconds,

I thought he made me.

You shouldn't have improvised.

- We had a plan. - Didn't work, right?

We had one shot with Baylor. I took it.

- But that's how you get hurt. - Hey.

- How'd it go? - Oh, it's fine.

It's gonna be fine. I swapped the plate,

and then I called your boy over at Customs Office

to make sure the new plate pings far, far from Baltimore.

Good. That should keep the feds off our asses.

Hey, how'd it go with Baylor? He take the bait?

Um, so he nuked the phone before we got out of the room,

but I was able to talk my way into his car.

- He almost made her. - No, he didn't.

- It was fine. I'm fine. - He almost made her.

I shouldn't have left. No, I could've handled that.

Hey, I handled it, and I got something.

Whoo! Yay, Bird.

Okay, so he had this key.

Make was Belson. Printed on it was RMO32.

So I gave it to my guy Stosh to see what businesses

in the area use that brand and that locker model.

Because before he nuked the phone,

he took all of these photos of the blackmail

with this old-school spy camera.

- The guy's a total Luddite. - So wait a minute.

So you're thinking that Baylor's black book

is actually physical, not digital.

Yeah and hidden in one of these lockers.

Ready to look for a needle in a very large haystack?

Oh, my God.

Okay, look, um,

I had plans with Emma, so let me call her and cancel.

And then we'll roll our sleeves up and get going.

Stop. Whoa.

Go spend time with your girlfriend.

Yeah. We'll tag you back in tomorrow.

We got this.

Okay. Thanks.

- I'm fine, Pop. - Shouldn't have improvised.

Nothing on the Charger.

But now I got some ideas for my next car lease.

- This is a sexy car. - You know what?

Let's call it.

You should go home, and I don't wanna be late.

Hot date with Charlie?

Guess he got over the polygraph.

Yeah, he took it surprisingly well, all things considered.

Border patrol found that license plate

you were looking for abandoned outside El Paso.

You think our mystery man

ditched the plates before crossing the border?

Yeah, you've been saying that the revenue stream

would uncover the Maguires' next move.

And this confirms our intel

that Connor is making in-runs with the cartels.

We'll need to relocate some personnel.

- Relocate? - Yeah.

I'm gonna make a recommendation that you oversee the operation.

I hear great things about our Juárez station.

Diplomatic cover, an international operation,

real action.

I'm a honeypot away from finishing my bucket list.

Em, this is huge.

Yeah.

Huge.

♪ I think I see it... ♪

I'm surprised you're here.

I thought your band had a gig.

Oh, yeah the, uh, the tour bus broke down,

so I'm here for another night.

Lucky for you.

Lucky for me? Lucky for you.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

♪ Waitin' for me... ♪

I know you have your botany symposium tomorrow.

It's a... growing problem.

Nice.

♪ Right out where the sun will set... ♪

You're here.

♪ Maybe I'm dreamin' ♪

I'm here.

♪ A dream when I'm fine with ♪

♪ I'll rage on... ♪

I'm glad we're doing this.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, I think we both needed it.

♪ Maybe I love how I feel in the wind and the breeze ♪

♪ So light ♪

♪ I'm light... ♪

You ever think about where we'd be

if we hadn't sat at that bar at that moment?

Ha. I try not to think about it.

♪ Li-i-i-ight ♪

♪ Can you feel it? ♪

♪ Close to you? ♪

♪ Feel it, feel it... ♪

Come to Mexico with me.

Great.

I'll gas up the private jet, you bring the champagne.

No, Charlie, I'm serious.

♪ Feel it, feel it... ♪

Why Mexico?

Well, I... can't say exactly.

♪ Maybe I love the way I can fall on my feet... ♪

Oh, you... you're working.

♪ Maybe I love how I feel... ♪

Got ya.

♪ I'm the breeze, so light... ♪

Look, I...

Honestly, if my boss had asked me two months ago,

I wouldn't have hesitated.

And I know it's impulsive,

which is so not me, but the thing is...

I already can't sleep when you're not next to me.

I love you.

Oh, God.

It's not what you think.

You don't need to explain.

- It's fine. Totally fine. - It's...

- No, it's so fine. - No, no, no, no.

I-it's not fine. Emma...

- I'm gonna go. - Please don't go.

- Please, Emma, just stay. - No.

I'm not gonna stay.

Bye, Charlie.

- Hey. - Hey.

Aren't you, uh, supposed to be

waking up in silk sheets right about now?

No, hotel switched to pima cotton.

Wasn't digging the thread count.

Mm-hmm.

Night ended early.

- You getting a fresh pot? - Yeah, sure.

Hey, so where're we at with Baylor's black book?

- What'd I miss? - Uh, Pop and I got through

about half the list last night.

There's still 214 buildings to go with 32 or more lockers.

You wanna split it up?

I'll take Northeast DC. You take Northwest.

First, how 'bout you tell me why you been lying to me.

Yeah, okay.

You've been weird. I've been patient.

Hey, Bird, we're all going through a lot right now.

Oh, stop it.

You're my brother. What's going on?

Hmm. Emma.

I don't think it's gonna work out.

Why? What happened?

We're just too different.

She don't know about any of this.

I don't like hiding it from her.

Yeah. Gotta let it go though.

Whatever we had, it's in the past.

Let the past stay the past.

What's that?

I think I know where to find Baylor's black book.

It's my decision to make.

Because I'm the candidate, not my father.

We can discuss this later.

I heard you come home last night.

What happened to your stay-cation?

I think we're done.

Why? What happened?

I said the I word.

And Charlie didn't say it back.

It just... sorta came out, but I...

Still thought he would...

I mean, I literally read people for a living.

How could I have been so off?

I was so sure it was real.

I finally let someone in.

I am really sorry, Em.

Yeah.

Me too.

Thornton's campus.

Baylor spent years there undercover as a professor.

Minutes away from his fat cat clients on Capitol Hill.

He'd know the place inside and out.

So remember Baylor's key had RM printed on it.

Guess which library has 50 thesis lockers

that use that same key? Reim Memorial.

Oh, it looks like your Hail Mary paid off, Bird.

I'll dust off Professor Bloom so I can keep guard.

I think I still got that tweed jacket

- laying around here somewhere. - I miss that guy.

- He still teaching astronomy? - Russian history.

Reading a lot of Trotsky lately.

He's a fascinating man.

Okay, so while Professor Pinko's keeping

an eye on the door, all we gotta do

is pick Baylor's lock, copy the black book,

and then put it back before he ever knew we were there.

Oh, is that all?

♪ And you got it ♪

♪ Lady, you got it ♪

♪ Got it, yeah ♪

♪ Show me ♪

That can't be it.

Look.

You gotta be kidding me. It's just a box of microfiche?

I mean, we knew he was old-school,

but this is ancient.

He must shrink it down to make it easier to hide.

So how're we gonna copy it?

Uh... there was a scanner that we passed.

It'll let me dump it onto a flash drive.

- It's gonna take a while. - All right.

Then let's get goin'.

Oh, no, no. But the thing about Lenin

is that he was always jealous of Trotsky,

because Trotsky had the gift of gab.

I'm tellin' ya, if the Astrodome had been around...

Trotsky would've packed it.

He had presence.

Yeah, uh, excuse me a minute.

Baylor's incoming. Got about 20 seconds.

I'll distract him. You keep going.

Hey, Charlie, he's armed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's why I gotta do this.

That should give you time.

Hey, Bird, Dad, you guys clear?

Hey, I'm in. I'm in the van.

Okay. I'll meet you outside then.

Hey, pal.

Hello again.

I believe you came to take something of mine,

so I thought I'd take something of yours.

You know, there's an easier way

to register for my class.

Let him go.

Who? Your father here?

I thought so.

I take it that was your sister in my car as well.

Family of criminals. Holidays must be a delight.

Hey, Pop, Charlie, you keep him talking, all right?

I'm gonna find us something we can use.

You calling us criminals?

People pay you to fix their problems,

an then you steal their secrets for blackmail?

Cost of doing business; if my clients really wanted to

protect themselves, they'd have no secrets.

Everybody's hiding something, pal.

Except you.

No, someone spilled your secret.

How's it feel to be disavowed by your country?

Having my cover blown left me with nothing to hide.

Unlike you, I have nothing that makes me vulnerable.

What's your play here?

Steal my collateral to make a buck?

I'd like to steal that gun of yours

and stick it up your...

Oh!

You okay?

Yeah.

It's all there.

Even so...

I can't let you out of here knowing what you know.

Hey, Charlie, I think I got something.

Those books in Baylor's locker were written by the wife

of the dean who blew his cover.

- She's his secret. - Katherine Moss.

She's the reason you got burned, right?

You two were having an affair,

and when her husband found out, he was the one who exposed you.

But you're still carrying a torch for her.

It's romantic, really.

You think I care about her?

The past is the past.

Then why are you keeping the books she gave you

in your locker?

Okay, Charlie, I found her. She lives at 39...

44 Brandywine.

That's where she lives with her husband, the dean.

- Right? - Don't you dare go near her.

As long as you stay clear of us, she's gonna be fine.

But the second I sniff you anywhere nearby...

I'm gonna let all your enemies know

where to find her.

Deal?

Deal.

Good morning, everyone.

I wanted to introduce you to your new

Director of Social Media, Jennifer West.

- Hey. - Hey, Jen.

I have complete faith in Jen, and I know you all will too.

We need to stop making assumptions

and see each other for who we really are.

That goes double for voters.

Together, we can bring real change to Washington.

And let's get to work.

Nice digs.

I know, right?

I acquired it from some new business partners.

You see, Charlie?

Cooperation has its benefits.

Yeah.

Got you what you needed.

So much power in the palm of my hand.

This should take off, what,

2 million off your debt, let's say?

Debt, right. That's between you and Connor.

You're lucky I'm feeling generous,

considering the information on here

solves your problems as much as mine.

- How would it do that? - Well,

the feds spotted you handing stolen cash

to a drug dealer you brought stateside, so... yes.

You might need some dirty politicians.

You got a particular scumbag in mind,

or did you just nearly get my family and I killed

for a fishing expedition?

All you need to know is the blackmail on here

will get the feds off both of our trails for good.

I took care of that drop car.

All right? They not on to us anymore.

I don't think you understand who we're up against.

There's this little CIA spook... she's smart.

Tenacious. A real caped crusader.

But lucky for us, her family isn't quite so principled.

Politicians, am I right?

I bet a threat to her family

will put a nice little dent in her can-do spirit.

Emma.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Nothing more to say.

Hey, Daphne Finch is coming for you.

How do you know that name?

Because I'm working for her.

Oh, my God.

It's you... the guy in the mask.

Look, she's got dirt on your family,

and she intends to use it against you, Emma.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I love you too.