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

- Did you know about daddy dearest?

If the Feds stay on me, I will expose your family

for the frauds you really are.

- There is another answer.

- If you come work for me as my asset,

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

- We're CIA informants, son.

You should have asked us first.

- For once, Charlie's love life may solve our problems.

- I wanted to introduce you

to your new director of social media, Jennifer West.

- Usual deal? - I make money, you make money.

- Hey, how did your dad get into our line of work?

- Job dried up, pension along with it.

- It's early-stage memory loss. That's it.

- We can't pretend this isn't happening, babe.

- Daphne Finch became the de facto head

of the Maguire crime syndicate

when her father, Patrick, was arrested.

Since then, she's managed to corner

and grow the East Coast fentanyl market

by taking on the distribution network

of the Taiwanese triads.

Using that revenue, she began buying illegal weapons,

increasing the supply to her Russian partners

and providing enough for them to export

to combat zones across the world.

Ms. Finch applied her knowledge

of corporate synergy

to markets once controlled by gangs.

More drugs equals more guns equals more drugs.

The problem is, her finances are hidden to us,

thanks to the tax loophole of a so-called Freeport.

But none of her expansion would have been possible

without the cooperation

of individuals working within the highest levels

of our nation's defense systems.

We're talking corruption on an Iran-Contra Affair scale.

But here's the scary part...

I don't think Daphne Finch is done yet.

- She's nothing if not ambitious.

- I'd like to file a cable

and bring Langley up to speed on our operation.

- By all means. And nice work, Hill.

It seems your asset is really paying dividends.

You okay?

- Yeah.

I was thinking how good it's going to feel

when we put Maguire away for good, and Daphne with him.

- So we're arms dealers now.

- But thanks to our new partners...

Members of Congress, the Undersecretary of Defense...

Totally untouchable.

Not bad.

And Connor told me he's making connections in Mexico.

- Has he?

Well, then you also know he took the $10 million

I was hoping to reinvest into our expansion

for a drug-buying spree.

- Bit of bad blood between you two, isn't there?

Well, you keeping me a secret

certainly hasn't helped.

But unlike Connor,

I haven't let that bad blood stand in the way

of successfully running your empire.

- I'm not going to play favorites

when it comes to my children.

But I'd certainly be grateful to whoever gets me out of here.

- Already on it.

- What is this?

- Details for an anonymous offshore bank account.

You'll get full access to the money inside

if you agree to release my client.

According to my sources, this amount's considerably more

than what you've taken in the past for such favors.

- I do not barter with criminals.

- From what my lawyers tell me,

it'll take a bit of magic

to get this judge to change his mind.

- Well, lucky for you...

I've got a magician on the payroll.

- Come on in. It's my new place.

- Oh.

It's a lot less drafty than the warehouse.

Sure is.

Would you like a drink?

- A little early for me.

- All right.

It's 5:00 somewhere.

You know I'm not one for praise,

but our working relationship

has proven even more profitable

than I could have hoped.

- Our deal was for me to help you take down your brother,

not pay your mortgage.

- Come on.

You have to admit, we make a great team.

- Is that what we are now... A team?

- What would you call it? - This is uncomfortable.

- Uncomfortable?

Why should this be uncomfortable?

Charlie's job is to win Daphne's trust.

Sounds like it's working.

- It sounds like she's feeling

a little more for him than trust these days.

- Really, it's fine. I'm fine.

- Does your face know that?

- Look...

if working together is going to be a problem...

- It's not. I'm just protective of my brother.

If I'm being honest,

I don't love how you've been treating him lately either.

- I'm just doing my job, too,

which in part, believe it or not, is to protect him.

- So you just bring me down here to what?

Show off your new place?

- I brought you here because I want your help

getting my father out of prison.

- Prison breaks aren't really my thing.

- Don't be so dramatic.

I just need you to put a little pressure

on our friendly neighborhood D. C. Circuit judge.

I promise I'll make it worth your while.

♪ It ain't every day... ♪

- Yeah! Take that, Davey,

you sorry son of a bitch!

- All right, who wants another round?

I'm buying.

Come on, Franny. Line them up.

There you go, baby.

- Yeah. United Steelworkers Local 2609.

- Yeah. - We lost a loyal brother.

- Yeah. - To Maurice.

- To Maurice! - To Maurice.

- Maurice.

- Who was it this time? - Shelby's father.

- Oh, no. - Yeah.

I'll get you one, too, baby.

But I got to start cutting your father off.

- How did he go?

- A heart attack got him before the cancer did.

- Jesus, mom, that's grim.

- Yeah, you're damn right it's grim.

You realize that most of these dudes

haven't work for 20 years since the steel mill closed down?

Grim.

- Hey, Fran, take it easy. It's not even after noon.

- You're right... Someone's got to be

the grown-up around here, right?

Oh, speaking of...

- Hmm? - I need you to do me a favor.

Tomorrow your dad has to go to the neurologist,

and you know how he hates doctors.

Can you make sure he gets there on time?

- Yeah, of course. Yeah, yeah. No, I got it.

- Thanks, baby. - Yeah, no problem.

Yeah. No, you didn't!

- Hey.

How'd it go? - It went.

- Hey, Fran. - Hey.

- Hey, Leo.

- You got to forgive my husband, hon.

He has an allergy to G men.

- Can we debrief?

- Yeah, we'll go downstairs. Come on.

- Can you take it outside, son?

Private party.

- Look, my parents, they...

- It's fine.

- No, you don't understand.

When my mom's folks owned the tailor shop here

back in the '30s, it was the cops

who were shaking them down for free suits,

while the wise guys were the ones dropping off groceries

when times got tough. - Mm.

Explains why you're so comfortable around crime.

I'm sorry... aren't you the one

who's trying to get Maguire back on the streets?

- Only so I can put him away for good.

- That's logical.

- So what's your plan to get Daphne's father out of prison?

- Keep an eye on the judge.

Get him on tape doing something dirty.

That way she can flip him and free Maguire.

Hey, do you think it's strange

that both you and Daphne want the same thing?

- I want to end the Maguires.

That's still the same thing you want, isn't it, Charlie?

- You're damn right.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Well, no old pictures of me and Claire Fox

on the front page.

Am I to assume you found a way

around our family's blackmail problem?

[door opens

Oh. Ah, the circus has arrived! - Hi!

How's life on the campaign trail?

- If I have to hear myself give that stump speech

one more time...

- David crushed it. - Of course he did.

- This trip brought the momentum we need for November.

- Still, weeks of napping on a campaign bus...

Not going to miss that neck pain.

- I told you... yoga.

Maybe you can show me again.

- Well, I'm beat.

Come on, I'll walk you to the car.

- Yep.

- I forgot about yoga.

- You won't forget after our next session.

- How long's that been going on?

- Spokane, or was it Walla Walla?

She seems good for him.

- Clearly.

- They actually make a great team.

Reminds me of us.

How is this different?

- It's different because...

Jen was hired because of Claire Fox.

- I thought that woman was done trying to ruin our family.

♪ Oh, please forgive me ♪

- Hey. Good morning. - Hey.

I got this. You got Pop's thing.

- No, no, he... he told me the appointment got rescheduled.

- What? - Yeah.

- No, I just talked to Ma.

She said he was on his way here to meet you.

- Wait, what? When?

- Hold on. I got him.

- What do you mean you got him?

- I mean I got him.

- Oh. Does he know you're tracking him?

- I'll apologize when we find him.

- God, where the hell is he? - That's the middle of nowhere.

What's Pop doing in Virginia? - I don't know.

- Ma said he was getting worse.

- I'm going to take this.

Call Ma, let her know what's going on, and I'll go find him.

- Yeah.

Any luck? - Yeah, I got him.

- Thank God. Is he okay?

- Other than the fact I'm going to kill him, he looks fine.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Nice shoes.

- What are you doing here? - What am I do...

I'm not the one that's supposed to be

at a doctor's appointment right now.

- Yeah, well...

something came up.

- Wait. Hold on. Is that the guy from the dartboard?

- Davey Slocum.

That's the gentleman who lost my pension.

Goes by David now that he's running

with the country-club crowd.

- Hold on a second.

Are you running a job right now?

- It's what we do.

- No, no, it's what we do together,

not behind each other's backs.

- Oh, well, you've been busy lately.

So feel free to help me squeeze the 208 grand he owes me.

- I'm sorry. What?

- That's what my retirement would be worth

if old Davey hadn't blown it.

- Okay, and you thought today is the perfect day

to settle that score?

- Just days after my friend died?

Yeah, timing couldn't be more perfect.

So you in, or you out?

'Cause either way, I'm getting what's mine.

- Didn't realize you and I were teaming up on this one.

Uh, did Charlie brief you on the plan?

- Yes, uh, flip a judge,

break an Irish gangster out of prison...

Just another Tuesday, Logistics.

- Whoa, whoa!

Oh, hey, my drive pulled an Amelia Earhart on me...

Took off nice and then disappeared.

I'm so sorry to hang you up. - I found it.

It... it went sailing. - Yeah, I know.

- Excuse us. Sorry. - Hey, it happens.

Slocum. David Slocum.

- Carson Stiles.

Is that a Royal Oak? - That's a good eye.

- That's, uh... that's a beauty.

- Yeah, it's a little retirement present for myself.

- Ha.

Say, instead of holding each other up,

you want to finish the back nine as a twosome?

- Why not?

- You got it.

Driver, please.

That guy's wearing my pension on his wrist.

- You sure you're up for this?

- I need a caddie, not a babysitter.

Trust, son, trust.

- Come on, where is he?

- You know there are ways to speed this up...

Dupe the judge into springing Maguire.

- It's a simple surveillance op.

No need to break out the fake mustaches.

- God forbid we break the law while aiding a prison break.

- Okay, this isn't a prison break.

- Is this how CIA doublespeak works?

This isn't a crime. It's an op.

You're not a liar. You're an operative.

And Charlie's not your ex. He's an asset.

- Charlie is my asset...

An asset for the CIA.

Uh-huh.

- You know...

I-I swear I know you from somewhere.

- Ha. Yeah, I got one of those faces.

So what line of work you in?

- Uh, finance. - Mm.

- Before that, I used to work for U. S. Steel.

But I got out of there in the nick of time, boy...

Right before the unions drove that whole industry

into the ground.

Bunch of commie freeloaders, right?

- Yeah, they'd rather make a point than make a living.

- See? Guys like your caddie...

They understand the value of honest work.

- The value of money is in how you make it.

Speaking of, want to make this a little more interesting?

- Little wager?

What you thinking?

- Five grand a hole.

- Why don't we make it ten?

- Oh, I like ten.

- Do you have any idea how paranoid you sound?

I think I'm smart enough to know

if my girlfriend was duping me.

And I'm not going to let myself

turn into one of those politicians

who can't keep it in their pants.

That's not who I am.

- Then you're a better man than I.

- There's a reason that we don't trust Claire Fox.

- Wait, you and she...

And you knew about all this?

- We put it behind us years ago.

But now Claire's reaching out to you and asking for favors...

- And what, you think this is Claire's revenge?

That Jen's got some ulterior motives?

- It wouldn't be the first time.

- Why didn't you tell me, Dad?

- Because I never expected you to make a deal with Claire Fox!

- I needed the support.

And I didn't want to tell you

because I was trying to live up to your legacy.

But for the first time, Dad, I'm glad I'm not you.

- That's five holes in a row for me.

- Come on, give me a fighting chance.

Double or nothing on this hole.

- You're on.

- Ugh.

- Oh, that's right in the cat box.

- You planning on turning this around anytime soon, Pop?

- I'm getting there.

- You'd have an easier time convincing me

if you win at least one of these holes.

- Sand wedge, please.

Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Mary, Mother of God.

- 100K on the line. No pressure.

- Yes!

Calm down, fella. I still have to putt.

A tie's not going to help you.

- Oh, that one, though, call it a Joe Pesci...

Five foot and tough as hell.

- Damn it.

Well, I guess we call that a wash.

Sorry. I got to take this.

William, is everything okay?

- Hey, you're walking away with your shirt on your back.

I call that a win. - Oh, this ain't over.

- Hey, do you remember what you said to me when I was a kid,

we'd run grifts at the horse track?

You said the second you get emotional,

it is time to walk away.

- I'll decide when I walk away.

You weren't even supposed to be here.

- No, I wasn't supposed to be here.

I'm skipping out on the federal government

to be here with you.

- What does that have to do with this?

- Oh, Emma finds out

that you and I are running a con on the side?

- Oh, Emma?

- That's why they call it an allowance, William.

You will get as much as I allow you to have.

Kids?

- Either I give them their inheritance now,

and they blow through it by the time they're 30,

or we wait until I die,

and we put it in the pocket of the taxman.

- Can't win, my friend. - I'll tell you one thing...

I'm going to have them bury me with this watch.

Got to hold on to something, right?

- Or you could leave him with a little less.

How about one bet?

One more shot.

- Guy makes one lucky putt,

and he thinks he's Jack frickin' Nicklaus.

100K says you can't hit that again.

- 200K says I will.

- You're on.

- So what do we do if you miss?

- We run.

Can you believe that?

Guy wrote a check for 200 grand like it was nothing.

- Ah, you got lucky, Pop.

Hey, no more going rogue like that, okay?

- You're the one who made a deal with the Feds,

offered the family up.

- That's a real convenient point of view.

- You got something to say, son?

- You know, I didn't choose this life.

You raised me in it.

- I taught you how to survive.

- You taught me not to trust anyone outside of the family,

that anything that I wanted for myself was a liability.

- People like us,

we don't get the choices that these guys do.

I did the best I could.

- And I'm doing my best to keep us out of trouble.

But you making moves like this, you just...

You're... you're pulling us right back into it.

Come on, you got to think.

I'll see you back at the bar.

- Can I get you something else?

- A little honesty would be nice.

- I'll take another beer.

- Pulling a job behind my back? - Won't happen again.

- And skipping your neurologist appointment, babe?

- I didn't skip it. It was last week.

- What? Why didn't you tell me?

- Because the news wasn't so good.

Doc said my MMSE score was down from last time.

That's why I went after my money.

After seeing the way Maurice went...

I don't want to leave my family empty-handed.

- We don't need money, Leo. We just need you.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Give him his beer. - Well, I'm trying.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I was looking for your sister.

- Yeah, she's inside.

- Missed you today. Everything okay?

I heard you were tied up with your dad.

- You asking as my handler or my ex?

- Charlie...

I'm just asking as someone who cares.

- Okay, fine. You really want to know?

I caught my dad trying to settle an old score

with a guy who bankrupted his pension.

- Wait. He was running a con?

- And this is why I can't talk to you.

- Charlie, I can't protect you and your family

from random crimes... That wasn't our deal.

- Keep your voice down.

You don't like the answers, stop asking the questions.

Okay? - Charlie.

- Was that my brother?

- Yeah.

- Want a drink?

Yeah.

- Wine okay? - Sure, thanks.

I think it's time we move past simple surveillance.

- What's that?

- The judge's tax returns and bank accounts.

Uh, nice.

Yeah.

Correlate any suspicious influxes of cash

with cases he's dismissed.

- Or made questionable judgments on.

Let's find out what kind of cases

move him to compromise his principles.

- Nice work, Logistics.

- At least one Nicoletti trusts me.

- You know you've got that wrong.

- What do you mean?

- When Charlie decided to tell you the truth about...

being a con man and Daphne coming after your family,

he put us at risk for you.

And I-I get that you feel like he betrayed you

and he lied to you,

but Charlie's never been that honest with anybody.

So, from my perspective,

he sacrificed himself for you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Look, uh, I know things got a little tense out there

between me and you on the golf course.

- Come on, we... we don't need to get into it.

- Please.

That thing you said about...

you not having a choice...

you're not wrong.

All I've ever done is to try to do right by you,

your sister, and your ma,

but I also get that I can be a...

- Stubborn pain in the ass.

- I was going to say uncompromising, but...

sure.

I let you believe that it was us against the world...

because...

Because at least we'd always have each other.

- Hey, you were right. We do.

- Except that you need more than just us, Charlie.

I mean, I want you to make your own choices, be your own man.

I never meant for you to be an island.

- I know that.

I know it.

- Hey, look who came to visit us.

- I'm so sorry, Shelby. So sorry.

- Thanks.

- Your father... He was a good man.

- How's your mom?

- Oh, you know.

She's pouring herself into planning the funeral.

- Okay.

Well, hey, you need anything from us, just...

- Thanks, but, uh, I could use a drink, though.

- Yeah, sit down.

- Doesn't feel right.

I got mine, but what about everybody else?

- Hey, it's not your fault everyone's pensions went bust.

Still, I can't shake

the feeling that we left money on the table.

- Oh, yeah.

That guy definitely seemed like he had some money to spare.

- What about Emma? - What about Daphne?

What about us?

It would take a big job

to reel him in for some serious money.

- So let's convince him that by spending money,

he's actually saving it.

Guys like that... They love a tax loophole.

- You mean like a charity con. - Mm-hmm.

- But how do we get him to part with that much money?

Hey, hey.

Too early for a pint?

Not at all.

- We get him to buy a building.

And we've got the gang to work on it.

- Hey, Pike.

I think we're going to need you to stay sober today.

- Can I have just o-one sip?

- Shelby? - Yeah.

- You might want in on this, too.

- Pike. - What's happening?

- Can you gather all the boys from the old local?

- You got a job for us? - Yeah, a union job.

- So, after a thrilling night

of analyzing Judge Bishop's tax returns, I did find this.

He has a numbered account.

The deposits line up with very specific rulings.

- Clear House Insurance vs. East Limited,

Reed vs. Virco Motors.

These are all corporate cases. - Exactly.

The judge only takes bribes from "respectable" criminals.

- I guess crime is always a game of self-rationalization.

- So is working with criminals.

Want to hear my plan?

- Please.

- We pretend to be a player in a pending case.

- Mm-hmm. - We lean on the judge

into taking a bribe,

and then we catch him in the act.

- Do you have a case in mind? - I do.

Novenza Electronics Corporation.

The judge is set to rule

against the chairman's daughter, Deborah Nam.

- "Nahm"... it's Korean.

What, you're not thinking...

- ♪ It's time to pay attention ♪

♪ Y'all listen up ♪

♪ All eyes in my direction... ♪

- So there are basics to any con.

Let them lead the discussion.

When in doubt, put a clock on it.

And the best lies... - Come from the truth.

Same techniques they teach at Langley.

- At Langley, right, because in your line of work,

it's important to gain people's confidence.

- Exactly.

- Some might even say that there's an artistry to it.

- I see what you're doing,

and it's not at all the same thing.

- If you say so, Logistics.

Ready to be a power-hungry heiress

with a knack for blackmail?

You know, I've been studying just the right person.

- ♪ Watch me flex, flex, flex ♪

♪ Watch me... ♪

- So, remember, the judge is set to pass a merger

that will keep Novenza's chairman in power.

Deborah wants to block that merger,

take the power for herself.

So, once the judge accepts a bribe from Deborah Nam,

Daphne is free to go in,

blackmail him into releasing Patrick Maguire.

- Can I help you? - Let's find out.

Deborah Nam... You should recognize the name.

- Yeah, from the Novenza case.

- The merger... you're going to rule against it,

and I promise I'll make it worth your while.

Okay, now turn the card over.

Good part's on the back.

Offshore account, money's all yours...

pending your approval.

- A little discretion.

- Relax.

I'm just a businesswoman offering a business deal.

You'd simply be offering a judgment

that would please our board, shareholders,

and me.

- Uh, give me time to review the case, and I'll...

Look, I need to go.

So, if you're not in...

- Well, actually...

I believe we've come to see eye to eye on this matter.

- I knew you'd get there.

- Okay, so we got nine holes

to make this site our own before they show up.

- All right, the way Pop plays golf,

we're going to have about four hours to move in

and make it look like we've been here for months.

- Hey, thought I'd find you here.

- You here to gloat or to golf?

- Nah, I'm here to make amends.

This?

Ah, hell, I don't need your money any more than you do.

But...

I know a way that you can use it to really make a difference.

- Yeah? What's that?

- It's called the Thelman Fund.

It's a little fundraising campaign that I chair.

We're building a wing at River Hospital,

and we sure could use the donation.

Not only is it a way to take a charitable contribution,

but...

you know, it's a way of leaving something behind

for people to remember you by, forever.

- Amen to that. - Yeah.

- Still, if I'm going to put my money into something,

I kind of like to see it.

It's a hospital, you say?

- Oh, yeah, and a very special one.

I'm going to swing by there today when I finish up here.

Come by if you want.

- Why don't we golf later? I'll follow you.

- Right now? - Yeah.

- Yeah, let's do it. - Let's do it.

- All right.

- Ah, hold on a second.

Uh, scratch four hours. We got an hour.

- Last-minute demands, tight deadlines...

Like old times.

- The man knows what he's talking about.

- Yeah, right. - Come on, now.

- Here we go. - Let's get this happening.

- Okay, Shelb, Mom's going to need

about a half hour in there... You got this?

- Hey, I'm pretty good at keeping guys distracted.

Hello.

- Ah, uh, who are you?

- Renee, hospital controller. They sent me over for the tour.

- Don't have anything on the schedule about a tour.

Let me give them a call.

- My first day out of my cubicle in a year,

and you're going to send me back already?

I was hoping to see something more than spreadsheets

for, what, a few minutes?

- ♪ Pour some water on the fire ♪

♪ Light another, ready to go ♪

- Okay.

This way. - Thank you.

- So, uh, you're a controller. - Mm-hmm.

- That's like an accountant. - Exactly.

- All clear. I'm in.

- Good, because here they come.

- Well, would you look at that. That's going up quick.

- Sorry, fellas. This is a closed site.

- Hey, Carson Stiles. - Ah, Mr. Stiles.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Go ahead. - Thank you.

Thank you. - All right.

- Let's let the foreman show you

what the future looks like.

- Yeah, so, when we're done,

this will be eight stories, labs, offices, clinics...

Whole nine yards.

- It might just look like a bunch of beams and bullets

right now, but... - "Bullets"?

- Screws, I mean. - No, I know.

I just haven't heard that since my steel-mill days.

- Oh, and I forgot the best part...

Your name right up there.

- No, no, that's the wrong investor.

- Oh.

- The angel investor I was telling you about

is going to swing by later this afternoon.

- Right. Oh, yeah. - Angel investor?

- Yeah, we're still looking for a capstone investor.

So, if you happen to have an extra 10 mil lying around,

it could be your name right on this building.

Just right above there.

Actually, you could see it from the highway.

- Well, that'd be a hell of a tax write-off.

- Yes, it would.

- Well, I got to talk to my business guys about this.

Thank you for the tour. - Sure.

- I'll walk you out. - My pleasure.

- Really, thanks for coming down.

Here's my card.

As soon as your people give the go-ahead, call me directly.

- Well, I hope to.

But you don't get to where I am by being reckless with money.

You know what I'm saying?

- Listen...

hopefully I'll be seeing you soon.

Take care.

- Nice meeting you, Davey.

- Ah... you got me.

It's nice to have a moment

that's not also a photo op, huh?

- Yeah.

- Thank God Claire Fox introduced us.

Hey, how did your family get to know Claire, anyhow?

- Who knows?

They're always introducing me to someone who knows someone.

- Yeah, well, they must have had real connections

to have pull with someone like her.

David, what are you really asking?

- My family...

my father...

has some history with Claire Fox.

They don't trust her, and...

I guess I need to know that I can trust you.

- David, you know me.

- I do.

Claire's history with my family...

it complicates your involvement in my campaign.

- Not if I'm not on it.

- No, Jen, I...

- I really like you.

- Are you sure about this?

Positive.

I can get a job at another campaign.

But I can't find another you.

- Productive day at work?

- I thought I'd made myself clear.

I want nothing to do with you.

- Ooh, too late for that.

- What are you talking about?

- Your new bank account.

See, it was the same one I offered.

It's up to you, Your Honor.

Would you prefer to be bribed or blackmailed?

You will rule in favor of Patrick Maguire.

- These things happen.

But you tell the boys, Franny,

that we still got him on the hook, okay?

All right, baby.

I'll see you back at the bar.

Hey, hey, don't you worry. Today was not a total bust.

Got to go, hon.

- Leonard Nicoletti?

- Who's asking?

- We want to ask you a couple questions down at the station.

- About what?

- Your whereabouts this afternoon, sir.

You want to get in the car, please?

- Sure.

- Patrick Maguire... free man.

Now we just have to put him away for good.

- That's still the plan?

Take down his family, save mine?

- That's the plan.

See, stopping bad guys isn't so bad.

And for what it's worth,

you'd make a good officer.

Hold on, hold on.

Hey, Charlie. - I need you home.

- What? - The cops just picked Dad up.

They're bringing him into the station for questioning.

- What do you mean brought him in for questioning?

- I don't know. I-I'm not sure.

I don't have the answer, but Mom is freaking out right now.

- Okay. I'm... I'm coming. - Yeah, just get out of there.

Okay.

- What is it? What's wrong? - Cops took my dad.

- Connor, my boy.

- Hey.

So what's it going to be?

I got Nicky holding your booth in the back,

if it's a meal you're after

or a bottle of whiskey at the warehouse,

if want to get right to seeing my work.

- Are you also planning on taking credit for my release?

- Well, you know, if a man finds out he's got a sister...

that can make him paranoid, you know.

Look, I don't know how I'm supposed to run this company

if you're keeping things from me.

- She's no Maguire.

And she's only here as long as I choose.

- They said they're holding him on grand larceny.

That's... that's all they tell me.

- I don't get it.

Is it the Alzheimer's? Why would he lift something?

- No, no. Ma, no, no, no, it's not that.

It's Slocum's watch, all right? He wouldn't let it go.

- Are you kidding me? - Oh, my God.

- After all of this, he's going to get put away for a watch?

- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, and then they're going to find out about the charity con.

- Ma, Ma, Ma, slow down.

- And it's only a matter of time before...

- Slow down, please. - We're screwed.

- We're going to figure it out. We're going to figure it out.

We're going to figure... - You're here.

- Pop? - Oh, my God.

- How are you here?

- I had someone looking out for me.

- You broke your code.

- I did what's right.

Hey, uh...

how did you do that?

- I told them your dad's a vital CIA asset

who committed this crime in support of a confidential op.

- Wow.

Well, that's, uh, not exactly the truth.

I guess I pulled off two cons today.

Your dad's a good man.

- Thank you.

Um, it means a lot.

- I owed you one.

You did the same thing for my family.

See you.

You're here.

- With you to thank.

So this is what you can buy

when you're sponging off the Maguires, huh?

- What is he doing here?

- He's impressed with the work you did, Daphne.

We both were.

I want you to walk me and Connor

through how this operation works.

- Looks like you won, sister.

I mean, that's what you wanted, right?

- Enough.

It's a family dinner, our first one...

so sit.

To the Maguires.