All language subtitles for In Plain Sight s05e07 Sacrificial Lam

Previously, on
"In Plan Sight..."

Missed me?

Ronnie Dowenberg.
Clown.

The affinity scammer.

I hate this guy.

We're moving you
to a secure location.

Your testimony
will be rescheduled.

Oh, yeah.
[Knock on door]

Daddy?

Uhh! Uh!

You're under arrest.

James is willing
to hand them Sully

on a silver platter.

Thing is, Mary,
he'll only talk to you.

If I ever left the fold,

he'd kill my family.

Dad...
[Zipper zips]

- What the hell?
- Listen to me, son.

People come back.

You got any idea what Sully
does to loose ends?

All they wanna do
is bring Sully in.

The sooner you help them
do that,

the sooner Jinx and Brandi
are out of the crosshairs.

We hook Sully with
a little sample.

He'll set a meet.

Sully's making contact.

- Dad?
- Scott?

Now say good-bye
to your son.

No, no, Sully.
No. No!

[Gunshot]
Agh!

Damn it!
Shannon's gone awol!

He knocked out
one of my guys and the EMT.

- He escaped on foot.
- I know where he's going.

He's going after Sully.

He's gonna kill
the son of a bitch.

What makes you so sure?

'Cause that's what I'd do.

My father probably should have
taken his own advice.

"Never trust your partner."

[Blooping]

- 30 miles and closing, Stan.
- Copy that.

What? This isn't
a Butch and Sundance deal,

taking off for Mexico.

Bolivia--I've told you
a thousand times,

Butch and Sundance
went to Bolivia.

Whatever. The point is,
his only son

just got killed
on his watch.

Mother Teresa
would want revenge.

You really think
he'll kill him?

You're asking me?

I don't know.

I don't know him.

What we do know

is his story about Sully
checks out.

Your family's
clearly in danger.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
He's turning off.

- Stan, he's turning off.
- Copy.

- Buenos dias.
- Buenos dias.

Excuse me, ma'am.
U.S. Marshals.

Have you seen this man?
Show her the photo, please.

This man--
have you seen him?

Yes, I gave him
a ride into town.

Dropped him off
about half an hour ago.

- He traded me this necklace.
- All right, Marshall.

Do your polite thing
real quick, would you?

I'm sorry, ma'am,
we're gonna

have to take that.
It's evidence.

But he wanted me to have it.

And now the FBI
wants you not to have it.

Okay, enough chit-chat.

Marshall, grab the necklace.

Let's go.

Thank you.

So here's a simple way
to prop up the airline industry.

First-class corkage fee.

Champagne,
the real deal from...

Champagne.

So I bring my own,

peel off 20 bucks a pop
in corkage.

[Snaps fingers]
Easy money, heh.

Am I right?

Or am I right?

Ask an artist
how he knows

he's finished with a painting,

and odds are he'll say
you never really know.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Whistling]

[Knocking]

Hey, Shannon.

How the hell you been?

Fantastic.

You seen Sully?

Not since
Carolina Savings.

Heard that didn't
go too good.

Yeah, well, heh.

You're really not gonna like
the way this goes.

Put that down
or I'll shoot you dead!

Put it down!

All right.

I'm gonna ask you
just one more time.

Seen Sully?

Think really hard
about it.

I read somewhere Picasso
used to touch up paintings

on living room walls--
smudges on canvas

he'd sold years before.

Like his relationships,
like all of ours,

his paintings
lingered unfinished,

somewhere between not quite dead
and pulsing with life.

Hey, what the hell?

FBI can't run
a manhunt

out of their shop?

The feebs love
a good off-site.

Yeah. Plus, Delia's
not messing around

with these muffins.

God help me, they're good.

All right, folks,
listen up.

Listen up.
Now, it goes without saying

we got a fugitive right now
with ties to this office.

Now, there's no hard intel
that he's coming after us,

but James Shannon's
associates...

That's another story.

All bets are off.

Till we locate him--

and mark my words,
we will--

nobody gets sloppy.

Don't.

I wouldn't dream of it,
partner.

How the hell you
track me down, Jimmy?

Everybody's
got a blind spot.

You think people
are loyal to you.

That's not loyalty.
It's fear.

You should never
have gone freelance.

You should never have
gone after my family.

Mary, can I have
a word, please?

What's up?

Mary, I don't really know
how to say this,

so I'm just gonna say it.

Blood work came in
an hour ago.

It was positive for
acute myeloid leukemia.

Your father's terminal.

Am I supposed to believe
you have cancer or--

Yeah, the cancer's legit.

I wish it wasn't.

I see.

You... want to talk
about this?

[Scoffs]

No, I don't want
to talk about it.

I don't need
to get it out.

I'm not sad, Stan.

I'm pissed.

Okay, I get it.

Now, listen, until this
all blows over,

you're gonna
need security.

- No, I don't.
- Not up for discussion.

You wanna recuse yourself
from the manhunt,

jump into the Dalembert
testimony,

- nobody's gonna bat an eye.
- Yeah, right.

Jump into the deep end
with that ass-hat

one more time--
no thanks.

I'm on this.

No one brings in
my father but me.

Since 1970, the Federal
Witness Protection Program

has relocated
thousands of witnesses--

some criminal, some not--

to neighborhoods
all across the country.

Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute,

distinguishing them from the
rest of the general population.

And that is,
somebody wants them dead.

Sync & corrections by Alice
www.addic7ed.com

Your cooking is finer
than a Skeeter's eyelash.

- You're doing it again.
- What? People say that.

No, they don't, you're
fabricating colloquialisms.

Don't make me call
Aunt Maybeline.

Oh, the ring.
Gotta get this re-sized.

One ring to rule them all.
[Giggles]

Be safe out there,
Frodo.

- You get me.
- Don't you forget it.

- Oh, boy.
- [Giggles]

I'll pick up
the Shiraz for the party.

See you later.

This is the most time
we've ever spent together.

I'm sorry it had to come on
the security detail.

You think you're sorry?

Hey, Delia,
I gotta tell you something.

You make weird coffee.

I put a little cardamom in it
for an extra kick.

Yeah, like I said.

No way Sully's guys
found us, right?

No way.

[Sighs]
There's always a way.

[Tires screech]

[Horn honks]

- Mary?
- Guess who was just followed.

On my way in,
late model sedan, dark.

Hung two cars back
the whole time.

I lost him and came home.

- You there now?
- Yeah, Delia's with me.

And Norah's here and safe,
but, Stan,

Sully and his guys,
they found me.

All right.
Don't move.

I'll loop in the feebs,
up your security, all right?

You see anything,
you call me.

I'm there in ten.
- All right. Oh, hey, Stan--

- I'll have Marshall check
on Jinx and Brandi.

Don't move.
You sit tight.

Okay.

We got a problem.

Sully's guys tailed Mary

out of her house
this morning.

Huh.

That's all you got?
"Huh"?

'Cause I got one of my
best inspectors compromised.

Maybe you could fake
a little concern...

For fun.

Those weren't Sully's men.
They were mine.

Inspector Shannon's
under investigation

for aiding and abetting
the escape of James Shannon.

Whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.

You investigate one of my people
without a heads-up?

With the written consent
of opr, hell, yes, I did, pal.

The fact that I enjoy it,
that's just gravy.

Yeah, well, no one
from the office

of professional responsibility

has worked with Mary Shannon
for a decade

like I have.

Not only that--
first time she sees

her father
since she's this high,

she cuffs him and dumps him
in your lap.

She's got no reason to stick
her neck out for the guy.

Just ask her yourself,
then duck!

Good...So I got your
permission to talk to her, huh?

That's what
that sounded like.

Until James Shannon
is in an orange jumpsuit,

no stone goes unturned.

[Indistinct
police radio chatter]

Hey, Ginger.

James.

What are you doing here?

Just, uh--

I just wanted
to say good-bye.

30 years later?

It's been too long, James.

You should have
left us alone.

No, no.
Look.

I got about--
I got 30 seconds.

That's all.
There's marshals everywhere.

I needed to say thank you
for the...

Great job you did
with our girls.

I mean, Mary, a U.S. marshal.

Imagine that.

Listen to me.

That deal you tried
to cut with the feds,

no way it was ever
gonna pan out.

I couldn't stay.

If I'd stayed,

my crew would have
marked me as a rat.

You never would have
been safe with me around.

Without you around,
all I had to do

was raise our girls.

And drink myself
into a hole.

Oh, baby,
I had no choice.

"Baby"?

You know...You might not
have ruined everything.

My girls are wonderful.

You ruined me
for a long time.

You came through
the other side.

Look, I'm, uh--

I'm leaving for good.

I-I'm taking
my troubles with me.

You're safe now.

And, uh...

[Chuckles]

Maybe you can give me
five minutes head start.

Just go.

You're following
the wrong person, dickhead.

[Chuckles]

You know, you're gonna want
to get some help

for that anger problem.

I don't have
an anger problem.

I have a stupid problem.

Call off the goddamn
rat squad.

I call off the tail
when you prove me wrong.

Hey, idiot, I'm the one

who lojacked
her own father, okay?

I got nothing but skin
in this game.

Your dad shows up
out of the blue,

after 30 odd years.

No contact at all.

What are these?

Letters I've
received from Daddy

over the last 20 years
or so.

I know.
Weird, right?

Suspicious more than weird,
hence my investigation,

during which you don't
interfere, not a peep.

That's an order your boss
signed off on.

- Are we clear?
- My God.

You're dumb
as a box of hair.

Don't you get it?
I'm an asset!

Mary, we should get over to the court.
You're due up in less than 20.

Now, what's the deal,
O'Connor?

You screw the pooch
on the Sully takedown,

so now you're running around
trying to scare up a scapegoat?

The deal is,
I'm gonna find your dad

and hang this on you
like a 50-pound sandbag.

Christ, snidely,
shouldn't you be out there

tying some girl
to the rail road tracks?

[Cell phone rings]

[Whispering]
Hey, Mom, what's up?

Mary... he was here.

He was--he was--he was--

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.

Who was?
Where are you?

Miami.

Your father.

He was just here...

At the grocery store.

Christ. All right,
listen to me carefully.

Are there marshals
with you?

Yes.
I'm with them now.

You do exaly what
the marshals tell you, okay?

They're gonna want
a statement.

A statement?
C-c-can you handle it?

I can't, it's--

it's just they told me
I'm not allowed

to help
with this investigation.

But you're okay?

Yeah.

Except for the shaking,
yeah.

Good. Good.

Look, I'm sorry, I--
Mom, I gotta go.

But you do exactly
what they tell you, okay?

- I'll call you later.
- Okay, sweetheart.

[Indistinct police radio
chatter]

Let's go, Mrs. Shannon.

- Florida?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm all over it.

- Hey, Mary.
- Ronnie.

I'd say, "nice to see you,"

but the nuns drilled me good
on lying, so...

I'm here representing
the U.S. Marshal Service

to ensure that Assistant
U.S. Attorney Cistulli

can adequately prep you
for your testimony.

I'm also here to make sure

everybody's protected,

my office included.

There is one tiny--
it's not even tiny.

It's like miniscule thing
before I hit the stand.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- I'm in love.
- And?

I wanna bring her
into the program.

The thing is,
she's kind of got no idea

that I'm a protected witness.

I just don't want
to lie to her any more.

Have you considered suicide?

I'd like to get this
cleared up today.

Um, she's back
at the hotel.

Wait...Here?
You brought her to Albuquerque?

- Ronnie!
- She begged me.

I couldn't resist.

You brought a civilian
into your danger area

without clearance.

That's a breach, genius,
and a major one.

You're out of leverage, Ronnie.
You do realize that, right?

Oh... that is upsetting.

And, jeez, if I get upset,

I might not perform
very well on the stand and...

Well, that'd be bad
for, gosh,

everybody drawing a paycheck
from Uncle Sam.

You do realize that, right?

You listen to me,
you lowlife SOB.

Whatever you've got
up your sleeve

is not gonna work,
not today.

It will, though.

See, what this is
is my exit strategy.

There are no short grifts,
Mary.

Not for any crook
worth his salt, anyway.

He's got us in a box.

I think we gotta bring her in,
the girlfriend.

Hey, mare bear.

Relax.

You are gonna love Charlotte.

She's British.

[Switch clicks]

Hey, Danny boy.

Wow, James.
I didn't see you there.

You seen Finn lately?

When you do see him, you tell
him I'm looking for him.

We still got
some unfinished business.

Will you tell him
that for me?

Oh...

Your milk's gone sour.

- Hey.
- Hey.

[Whispering]
I was talking to Ronnie.

On purpose?

He got me thinking.

What if my dad
planned this whole thing?

This is a big one, Finn.

From the start.

I wouldn't put it past him.

I think the FBI's sitting on
some shady merchandise.

You up for a field trip?

- Mary--
- Marshall...

He's dying.
You know?

I know, but you're under
strict orders.

Yeah.
How's that usually go?

Street value's
at least 10 mil.

Intel on this
is rock solid.

Thanks.

Hey...So if I were someone
who could tell things like this,

how could I tell
if these were fake?

Ever gotten faux jewelry
from a guy?

Never gotten jewelry
from a guy.

And don't say "faux."

Whoops.

Right. So...
These would be...

Fake.
They'd be fake.

Meaning my father
has the real ones.

His exit strategy.

Ronnie Dalembert,
I swear to God.

So he swaps out
the real stones

and fences them
to fund his getaway.

I'll get O'Connor
and the fugitive task force

up to speed.

Inspector Mary Shannon?

Who's asking?

You're in an FBI
evidence room.

Smart money's on the FBI
is asking.

[Laughs]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Camera shutter clicking]

So her father
went after Sully,

just like she said he would.

Right or wrong,
this doesn't look good for her.

As of 30 minutes ago,
Shannon hit the big time.

This isn't just
unlawful flight any more.

Now he's on the hook
for murder.

Hey, O'Connor.

What's with
the Laverne and Shirley?

I didn't need a babysitter
when I was seven,

and I don't need one now.

Mary, listen,
maybe we should just--

we found Cormac Sullivan.

Capped.

Your father's our
primary suspect.

So when I tie you
to his escape,

you're staring
at felony murder.

Oh, come on, O'Connor.

That's a pretty big "if,"
hmm?

I'm sorry, Mary.
My hands are tied.

Either these guys
shadow you for a while,

or you're on
the rubber gun squad

counting paper clips.

In other words,
for the time being,

the justice department
and I

think you could
use a babysitter.

"You're safe now."

That's what he said
to Jinx.

I tried to pretend that
could have meant anything else,

but it's pretty much
a confession.

Do I need a lawyer?

No.

You didn't do anything.

Maybe if you want
to take a few days--

I don't need a few days.

This is for you, sweetheart.

You keep everyone safe.

Thanks, daddy.

[Laughing]

[Knock on door]

It's rude, right,
if we don't ask 'em in?

Mary, I'm so sorry
about your father.

All of that.
If there's anything I can do--

Yeah, I'm good, thanks.

Thank you.

I'll go grab the coffee.

Thanks, Ab.

Unreal.

Single mom, U.S. marshal,

wanted for aiding and abetting
an FBI fugitive,

and he's her dad.

Lifetime movie
practically writes itself.

Uh, nobody likes
feeling out of control.

I don't,
you certainly don't.

Right now, everything
is out of your control.

But instead of fighting it,

I don't know,
maybe just let things

be out of control.

[Chuckles] Yeah,
'cause I'm great at that.

[Sighs]

What if we did just
the tiniest bit

of poking around
Finn Murphy?

What'd I say?

Don't worry--
by "we," I meant you.

Come on, Kitty cat.
Just look into him.

Thank you.

Got something.

We know Shannon
needs to fence

whatever stones he's got.

He knows we're on his tail,

so he has
to unload 'em fast.

Fastest way to work
is with someone you know.

Finn Murphy.

Fugitive task force
lost track of him.

Yeah, except I just
got off the phone

with special agent Romano
back east.

His office puts Murphy
on a plane to Denver.

FAA said they'd contact us
when he's on final.

Call the district.
Have 'em intercept the plane

- on the tarmac.
- Screw that.

We coordinate
with the marshals,

but we run this
on the ground, okay?

First good news
I've had in days.

- You.
- Yes?

- And Ronnie.
- That's right.

Wow, it's incredible
how much I don't see it.

You'd be surprised.
He can be quite winning.

But I'm the one who's
a bit turned around.

Ronnie is a felon?

[Chuckles]

Yeah, okay, look.

I may not be miss BBC America,

but I can spot a phony
British accent.

[Cockney accent]
Not what I seem.

In my old life, I hung around
real dodgy types.

I have privileged information
pertaining to the illegal

dealings of Lorcan Kelley.

You're acquainted
with Castle Trading?

My office is.

I could bring down Kelley

and every one
of his crooked traders,

if I could just sidestep

this pesky
immigration issue.

I'll get into it.

The way it worked,
Ronnie and me,

was we were
conning each other.

Only I didn't see it.

What can I say?

I've got a blind spot
for Ronnie.

And that's no way
to operate.

That's how you get burned.

Look, you want stuff
done right,

never trust your partner.

Your blind spot?

Everybody's got one.

Betcha even you, love.

[Cell phone ringing]

Hate that these pricks can
listen in on my phone.

God bless
the Patriot Act.

Quiet! Hold the chatter!
We're on!

James Shannon
is calling his daughter.

[Cell phone rings]
We're connected.

Hello?

Hey, sweetheart.

Look, I'll make this quick.

We don't have
a lot of time.

Yeah, we've got
nothing but time.

Heard you dropped in on Mom.

Did she cry?

She always was
a softie.

That's what
I loved about her.

What I hated
about her too.

Every emotion on her sleeve.

Not easy when you're
partial to tube tops,

but that's Jinx.

All right, listen.
There's no...

You know, easy way
to ask this.

So I'm just gonna ask it.

Did you do it?

Did you... kill Sully?

Everything I did...

I did to protect you.

To protect the family.

I'll take that as a yes.

As for protecting
the family--

It's the truth.

Yeah, right.
The truth.

'Cause that's
your strong suit.

Look...

Listen, Daddy...

Scott's dead.

So is the guy
who killed him.

You saw Jinx.
You met your granddaughter.

Just--
just turn yourself in.

Okay, this doesn't
have to go this way.

We can get you treatment.
We can--

No, no.
No, I don't want that.

I'm not going out
sucking my lunch

through a tube in some
federal piss hole--no way.

Fine.
What do you want?

Look...

Sweetheart...

I lost everything,
everybody.

You've already given me
a lot more than I deserve.

You know, being with Norah
this handful of times,

it was, um--

it was like
I was looking at you.

It was a gift.

Daddy, just tell me
where you are.

Heh...

There's still time
to do the right thing.

Yeah...

Right thing.

Hey!
Any coppers, marshals,

FBI listening in,
hear me and hear me good.

My daughter had nothing
to do with anything I did.

Nothing.
You hear me?

Mary's not with me.

She's yours.

Always was.

[Beep]

- Get it?
- Hold on, give me a second.

He's in Albuquerque.

He's at his goddamn
safe house.

[Coughing]

I want her gone, McQueen!
Now!

Let me just give you back
my visitor's badge.

Oh, wait, that's right.
You're in my office, asshole.

- Mary--
- What? I kept him on the phone.

I am the epitome
of playing ball!

Why don't we just
grab a coffee?

No, I don't want a coffee.
I want to get out of here.

No big deal--Laverne and
Shirley can keep an eye on me.

Let's go, ladies.
Chop-chop.

How the hell does this guy
get past our people?

Thought we had
a detail out front.

This is what he does.

Guy's been getting
in and out of spots

far more secure than his own
backyard for decades.

Got somethin'!

Got somethin'!

So now you know
what that feels like.

What's your problem,
inspector?

If I had to narrow it down
to just one,

I'd say accusing my partner
of conspiring

with a most-wanted is currently
top of the list.

- Empty.
- So we're saying Shannon

came back
for the real emeralds...

Distracts us with a phone call,
then takes off.

- Like that?
- Right, at which point,

your guys miss him.

Must have come
during naptime.

[Cell phone rings]
Yeah?

How do you lose a guy
at the airport?

Yeah.

Lost him in Denver.

Finn Murphy's MIA
Again.

Impressive--
how do you guys

find each other
at a concert?

Blind spot.

Everybody's got one.

Betcha even you, love.

That's how you get burned.

So our guys in Denver
got a bite on Finn Murphy.

He's in the air right now.
Wheels down in Las Cruces

in less than 60.

If Shannon's
meeting him there,

it's to fence the stones
and hop the border.

Pretty clever, actually.
Unbelievable.

Agent O'Connor,
call for you.

Inspector Shannon.

[Beep]
What?

Aww, I missed you too.

Just listen, okay?

I've got this witness,
and she said something to me.

She said, "everyone's
got a blind spot."

I can't believe I didn't
remember this,

but sometimes my father
used a cover.

I mean, if I'm right,

he'll be in a plumbing van.

It's how he used to
slip in and out of places.

It's how he--
- Inspector...

This isn't
your investigation.

We're not even
in the neighborhood

of your investigation.

Don't make calls.
Don't poke around.

Whatever you're doing,
stop.

We're going to the border
to apprehend your father.

We'll do our best
to keep him alive.

Don't go to any trouble
on my account.

You're welcome.
[Beep]

[Car engine starts]

[Door slams]

Mary!

I didn't expect
to see you home.

Oh, hey. Yeah.

It's been kind of
a funny day.

Hey, bug.

Hey, mommy.
Hello.

- I have an idea.
- What?

How about you and Norah
go on a little adventure?

Okay.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Good.

Here we go.
[Engine starts]

Shannon's on the move.

[Latin hip hop music plays]

What the--

[engine starts]

[Dog barks]

[Horn honks]

Of course
I wasn't followed.

'Cause I wanna
do this fast, Finn.

My ride is here.

Now...37-B,

as in "Baja."

Don't tell me
where you're headed.

[Chuckles] Don't you
come looking for me.

11-46-2.

This your idea of a joke?

You're looking
at the sample.

When you check out
the other locker,

you'll be staring
at the rest.

I give that locker up
just as soon as you

complete your part
of the transaction.

This is the kind of crap
that got your boy killed.

I'll be home before
you know it, kid.

You know what got
Sully killed?

Spite, temper, and ego.

So let's try and steer clear
of all three, huh?

I'll call you back...

Just as soon
as it transfers.

[Beep]

30 years
we don't see each other.

- Now we're thick as thieves.
- Sweetheart.

- This isn't part of the plan.
- Really?

Getting arrested
wasn't part of your plan?

You really are a pro.

Put your hands
where I can see 'em.

You're under arrest...
Again.

- God, you're good.
- Hmm.

FBI never got me.

I had a little help from
a crap weasel con man I know.

Snaky son of a bitch.
You'd love him.

Don't do this, huh?

You can walk away from this
right now, partner, we both can.

Hey, how many times
do I have to tell you?

We're not partners.

You think this is,
what, romantic?

Like you're
some badass antihero

in everyone else's story?

'Cause you should know
the rest of us

are not
your supporting cast.

I built a life without you.

I'll be damned
if you showing up

is gonna be my downfall.

I mean, I have a job
when this is over.

But at least it'll be because
of what I've done.

What I've done.

- Let's go.
- Look, it's probably best

we don't go out there.

We're going.
Come on.

I don't trust this guy.

Asshole's still in bed
with the feds!

Mary, run!

Get him!
Get him!

[Gunfire]

- Mary! Run!
- What?

Just go!
Get the hell out of here!

- I can't now.
- I'm the one they're after!

I'm the one with the gun!

- Look around!
- Go! Go!

[Gunfire]

He'll show.
He has to.

- [On radio] Shots fired.
- Shots fired.

- He's at the bus station.
- Bus station?

He's never here
at the border!

Where'd he go?

Find him!

Where is he?

I don't know!
I don't see him!

[Gunshots]

Let me get in front
and draw their fire.

Shut up
and stay behind me.

Aah!

Come on, we're moving.
Let's move.

No!

Aah!

[Gunshots]

[Siren]
FBI! Don't move!

Federal agents!
Let's see your hands!

Right there!
Congratulations.

Get down! Get down!

Do not move!

[Groans]

Oh, my God.

We need an ambulance.

What the hell are you
doing here, Shannon?

Get a goddamn ambulance!

[Groans]

[Weakly] When I left...

You had a...

Suitcase... with...

- flowers.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

We never did... get...

to take that trip.

It's okay.

It's okay, Daddy.

I'm here with you now,
okay?

- It's okay.
- We never--

It's okay.
I'm not going anywhere.

It's okay.

I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not going anywhere.

Your father's a fighter.

When he came in,
he was in hemorrhagic shock.

- Thank you.
- He's stable now, enough to operate,

but he lost a lot of blood
and there a potential

for solid organ damage.

And the truth is
we don't really know

what we're gonna find
till we get in there.

- Oh, okay.
- As soon as we have an assess,

I'll have one of the nurses
call you.

- Thanks.
- Could be five or six hours.

Sorry, I wish
I could tell you more.

- Thank you.
- Got it?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

[Whispers]
Oh, my God.

Where do you think you're going?
We're not finished.

What do you want, a formal
after-action interview?

Christ, her father's
in surgery.

You know,
we are finished.

My father went fugitive.
You couldn't find him, I did.

- Case closed.
- Be that as it may,

I catch one whiff of impropriety
out of you or your office,

believe me, I will be
all over you in a flat second.

You know what I would do
if I were you?

I'd use this time to check out
the leak in my shop.

Meantime, we'll see
what we can do on our end

to keep your guys
from getting any more

of my family killed.

You know, one detail
from your story

did strike me
as kind of hinky.

How'd you let a guy
you're trying to bring in

get in front of you when you
were running from a shooter?

He just stepped out.
There was no time.

Went all secret service.

He protected you?

In that moment, yeah.

So your dad might not
have been around.

He screwed your family--
no arguments.

But... he passed on
that one quality,

even if that was it.

It's not nothing.
[Sighs]

Yeah.
I don't know.

I thought
if I got him back,

if I brought him in...

There'd be some sort of...

I don't know.

Now it's just gonna
drag out.

Ten-to-one the asshole
makes a historic recovery.

Watch.

Why don't you
come over to our place?

Everyone's gonna be there.

Abigail promised
not to cook.

Oh, I've been
to your parties.

It's a catered book club

and people shrieking about
triple word scores.

[Laughs]

Okay, last-ditch
sales effort.

Stan's bringing
his lady love.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's tempting.

No, I think I'm just gonna
wait to hear.

All right.

Let's see if we can do this
on fast-forward, okay? Long day.

Just triple-checking
the language

in our C.I. status.

Your what?
Their what?

You were busy
with your family matter.

DOJ sweetened Ronnie
and Charlotte's arrangement.

How badass is that?

Our area of speciality being
international money laundering.

Bad... ass.

Just supposed to help them
a little bit.

- But you said--
- I know what I said.

Whoo, yikes.

Uh, how's that relocation
disbursement coming along?

Ah.
[Latches spring open]

Euros? We do that?

No, not you,
but we're not WITSEC any more.

We're Department
of Justice C.I's.

And good riddance.
But Euros, Cistulli?

- Really?
- Uh, I mean, yeah.

[Laughs] What kind of idiot
keeps their cash in the U.S.?

Honestly.

Everyone always says,
"life isn't fair."

Bad guys get away
with the goods

and the good die young.

But we carry on anyway,

'cause what other choice
do we have?

Not off my feet so much as out
of one of my shoes.

- But he's learning.
- Baby steps, baby steps.

- You take any other kind?
- Come on.

I wanna see
one little thing.

- Like a glove.
- How'd you do that?

Might have picked
your pocket.

You had a lot
on your plate,

so I took care of it
for you.

It's great.

[Cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Yeah.
I'm on my way.

[Cell phone ringing]

Uh, I gotta take this.
It's Mary.

Take it.

Hey.

Okay, yeah.
I'm on my way.

Let me guess.

- I'm so sorry.
- No no.

Don't apologize
She needs you.

I get it.

In the face of "unfair",
we carry on,

holding our breath
and bracing ourselves.

And only sometimes forgetting
that there's always another storm

right around the corner.

Where is he?

Where is he?
Where's my father?

(Whispering)
Oh yeah.

They'll hit you,
the storms.

Knock you off your moorings
and send you overboard.

Desperate for anything
to hold on to,

to reel you up towards
some semblance of peace.

But life, I find,
is often more about

the storms than the peace
they seek to overwhelm.

They lurk,
ready.

Any minute now.

To shake things up

and take your breath away.

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