All language subtitles for King.And.Maxwell.S01E04

He's not coming.

Yes he is.

He lives in Alaska.

What is your point?

Your telling me he woke up
this morning, got on a plane and

flew 4,000 miles to meet up
with two strangers in a park.

I wouldn't say strangers.
I spoke to him on the phone once.

- Once?
- Mmm.

- You talked to him once.
- Yeah.

Excuse me. Are you Sean King
and Michelle Maxwell?

Yes... we... are.

I Hunter Glenn. I'm here for
the Katherine Heigl movie.

Hunter, Hunter, Hunter.

Oh, your head shot
does not do you justice.

We took one look at you
and said, "That's our Togo."

Uh, hey. Uh, is... is...
Is Katherine here?

Katie's in her trailer.

Can I get one picture of you
for wardrobe?

Just...

Can you just put your hands
behind your back?

Hey, hey!

Hunter Glenn, you owe $32,000
in back child support.

Okay, all right.
So I'll pay it after the movie.

Hunter,
we're not casting agents.

You're in a park.
We're taking you to jail.

So... Katherine and I
don't have a shower scene?

Never doubt me again.

One less deadbeat dad living
under the Aurora Borealis.

Aurora is
the goddess of the dawn.

- I can relate.
- Oh.

Someone's feeling good about
themselves. I like that.

To the dawn part.
I'm a morning person.

Let's talk about you
as a goddess.

- Please let's not.
- Oh, come on.

Put you in
a warrior-princess costume.

Fanboys would be all over that.

I'm getting some coffee.

I'm good.
Thanks anyway.

Why are you watching
Clyde Ritter's assassination?

The light in the ballroom,
Sean... it's off course.

- Look.
- No. Edgar...

people don't like to be
reminded of their mistakes.

It's how people learn, Sean...
from their mistakes.

Look.

If you need to go back...

That is the last place
I need to go.

I'll go with you, Sean.

Rigby.

I'm assuming you misdialed.

We're on our way.

Noah Allen
was last seen yesterday

at soccer practice
at Montrose Park.

This morning,
the SLS contacted the family

and claimed responsibility.

High-end kidnapping
ring out of Colombia?

Why grab Noah?

Doug Allen, the boy's father,
is the C.E.O.

of Tranzer Oil & Gas...
big player in Colombia.

Yeah, Liz, the mother,
works part time

at the American
Fine Art Gallery.

Has the SLS done this before?

Struck stateside?

When the price is right.

You clear our involvement
with the family?

It's taken care of.

How old is the kid?

13.

We'll do whatever we can,

but you don't like us much,
so why are we here?

Sometimes, the Bureau's
rules and procedures

leave my hands tied.

You two are
able to kick in doors,

and that can be useful.

The dad's company has hired a
kidnapping-and-ransom consultant

to work with the family
to negotiate the boy's release.

So far, our investigations
have run parallel,

but I have my doubts

that the symbiotic nature
of our relationship will last.

She doesn't play well
with others.

See for yourself.

I'll tell the family
you're here.

Hello, Sean.

Joan.

Hmm.

Shot in the dark... you guys
took a yoga class together.

Okay, then.

I'm Michelle, Sean's partner.

Joan Dillinger.

This is Joan.

Something you'd
like to share?

We were in the service
together.

Come on.
We got a kid to find.

I knew working for a company
in Colombia was a risk.

I never should have
taken the job.

- No, Doug. It wasn't your fault.
- This isn't about blame.

It's about doing everything
we can to bring Noah home.

While Sean and the FBI
conduct their investigation,

I'll prep you
for the ransom call.

Dad, the zombie app
froze again.

Who's this handsome guy?

This is Josh.

Hey, Josh.
Pretty cool shirt you got there.

Thanks.

Noah has one, too.

You know,
we're gonna let you guys

take care of
the frozen zombies, okay?

Excuse us.

It's gonna be all right.

No witnesses so far.

We canvassed the neighborhood.

All we got was Noah's 10-speed
locked at the bike rack.

Any ATM or traffic cams?

We pulled the security-cam footage
from a parking lot across the street.

Carter's been going through it.
Came up empty.

How does a 13-year-old kid
get snatched after practice,

and nobody sees anything?

We'll give the park
a second look.

That woman has more attitude

than you have
excuses to not work out.

She wasn't always like that.

And fortunately for the family,

she's got the skill set
to back it up.

You don't think
I work out enough?

You got a minute?

Actually,
we were just headed to the park.

Hmm. Delegate.
Excuse me?

It's Maxwell, right?

Your file came across my desk

when I was head of
the New York Field Office.

You're kind of the poster child
for what not to do.

It's nice of Sean
to take a chance.

But if I were you, I would show
a little more gratitude.

Take all the alone time
you need to catch up.

Call me when you're done.

Let's talk in private.

Uh, given our history,

do you think it's wise
for you to be here?

I don't have a problem
putting our past aside

to help get Noah home safe.

I've dealt with the SLS before.

The way it's gonna happen

is with a clean,
uncomplicated exchange.

That's how they like to work,

and that's how I've brought
four abductees home.

I don't doubt
your ability, Joan.

At end of the day,
our goal is the same.

Unlike you and the FBI,

I don't care about bringing
the kidnappers to justice.

My job is
to negotiate Noah's release,

and that will happen, as long as
you stay out of my way.

I am not the enemy here.

Whatever's happening,
put it on pause.

There's a call coming in.

Remember, try to stay calm.

We need to get proof
they actually have Noah.

Try to keep them talking.

The longer they're on the line,

the more we can gather
to track them.

All right, you ready?

Yeah.

This is Doug Allen.

$1.5 million in cash,

or you'll never
see your son again.

$1.5 million in cash,

and your sonwill
be safely returned.

Can I speak to him?

That won't be allowed.

You have three hours
to gather the money.

Do not try to include
a tracking device.

Please, I-I just need to know
that Noah's all right.

Can you ask him
what the name of the song was

that his mother used to
sing to him before bed?

Stand by.

We're on mute.
You're doing great.

We got a location.

The call's coming
from national harbor.

I want a chopper in the air.
Let's move.

Doug, that's their job.

Right now, your job is to
focus everything on this call.

We good?

- Yeah.
- Going off mute.

The song was
"You are my sunshine."

Thank you.

Where should I bring the money?

We will be in touch
with further instructions.

You did everything
right to keep Noah safe.

- What happens next?
- We keep looking for him.

What about Agent Rigby?

I'm gonna check in with Rigby.
Listen. I know how hard this is.

But Joan is right...
you guys are doing great.

I'll get the ball rolling
on the ransom money.

I'll circle back when I'm done.

Thank you.

When I was working for
the Secretary of State's detail

in South America,
the groups never asked for cash,

always a wire transfer.

I've seen both. Unmarked cash
is harder to follow.

We need to be sure
we're dealing with the SLS.

I agree. When I see a red flag,
I'll reassess.

I hope you survived
your little powwow

with everything intact.

I still have
all my moving parts.

But I am touched
by your concern.

Oh, more like mild curiosity.

National Harbor was a dead end.

Led to a burn phone
tossed in the trash.

You have anything there?

Not sure yet.

Hey, what was that little look
between you and Rigby?

Oh, he... he worked a kidnapping
case in West Virginia.

Considering he called us,
I guess it went south.

He didn't give any details.

Rigby never does.

I'll let you know
if I find anything here.

Copy that.

Edgar, I know you hate crowds,

but I need you to meet us
at the Allens' house.

I have something important
for you to do.

What is he doing?

It's okay, Edgar.

It's a friendly room.

Show us what you found.

This better be good.

There are 30 digital video files
uploaded that are traceable

to Montrose Park
this Friday between...

1430 and 1930... 1430 and 1930,
eastern standard time.

Zulu time, Romeo. UTC, negative five.
In other words,

the window in which
we believe Noah was abducted.

That's Noah!

Back there
in the orange sweatshirt.

Where did he go?

Clear views on these six.

Watch the bikes.

Stranger danger,
stranger danger.

Look out.
Stranger's back.

Oh, God.

- Did you see that?
- Roll it back, Edgar.

Wait and... there.

- Hot damn.
- It's something.

But it's hard to I.D.
off a tattoo.

Tattoo is as good as
a fingerprint,

if you know who to ask.

Hello, Benny.

You're late.

Watch the attitude.

What are you gonna do?
Throw me back in jail?

Well, that depends. Are you back
in the funny-money business?

Sean, you know
I found a new outlet

for my artistic talents.

Oh, is that new?

Came to me in a dream.

I'm surprised
there's any space left.

Space isn't the problem.
It's finding the time.

I have a three-month-long
waiting list now.

Mm.

You have a nice... back.

I could give you a dragon...
Or a wolf.

I do a very nice wolf.

Well, it's not your tattoos
I'm interested in, Benny.

I need to know
who did that eye I texted you.

Curved lines on the end stroke,

poor color saturation,
blurring.

It's the work of Dennis Rivers,
Jefferson Ink.

You sure? Had it confirmed by
"Dennis the Menace" himself.

Did he remember
who he gave it to?

Sergei Krasnakov, gun for hire.

His only allegiance
is to the green.

Lives over on 17th Street.

Nice work, Benny.

I only have $100.

No, no, no.
I got this.

You don't trust me.

Think about that wolf, Sean.

Progress

Rigby,
I got an I.D. and an address

on the tatted kidnapper.

We'll go do
what you brought us in for.

Stupid app.

Do you work for the FBI also?

No. I live here.

Noah's my brother.

Noah can be a real jerk
sometimes,

but I really wish he was here.

May 24, 1982... my sister
took one of my pencils.

I bit her on the buttocks.

It works now.

Whatever.
I don't really care.

I'm just doing it

so I don't have to
see my mom cry again.

I don't like people crying.

Me neither.

My mom totally lost it
after karate yesterday.

Hey, Edgar?

Just letting you know
I'm going to meet Sean.

First date...

Ice skating and hot chocolate
at Kafe Leopold.

How did my relationship with
Joan become a guessing game?

Ah, so you'd characterize it
as a relationship.

Let's just say I have a knack

for getting involved
with complicated women.

You want to bait me,

you got to do better than that.

Hey. Sergei.

I got the stairs.

We're not the cops!
We just want to talk!

Not even a "Screw you"?!
That's just rude!

Don't do it.

Ow!
I tried to warn you.

One hit. Nice.

All right, give me this.

Up you go.

Text from Rigby.
Kidnappers called back.

Drop is in an hour.

Okay.
Let's make this easy.

We have you on video
kidnapping Noah Allen.

- Where is he?
- Screw you.

Ah, and there it is.

Rude when you didn't say it,
worse now that you did.

Smile.

Oh, Sergei, I would really hate
to be you right now.

See, either you help us

or my partner is gonna
tell the Bratva you did,

which, if you think about it,
would be even worse.

That'll put a kink
in your street cred.

- Where is Noah?
- I don't know.

Remind me how to upload again.

Just hit the little thing,
you know.

Oh.
Okay, there it goes.

37%, 58%, 72%.

Okay, stop.

I got an envelope full of cash

and a call from a guy
using a computer voice.

He said
he'd give me another envelope

if I helped snatch the kid.
He told me when and where.

After you grabbed him,
where did you drop him?

The roof of a parking garage
on Connecticut Avenue.

Left him tied up
in the back of the van.

- Any idea who hired you?
- No.

After it was done,
he called back,

asked if we were good to go.
I said, "Yeah."

- He told me where to get my envelope.
- What are you saying?

He specifically said,
"Good to go"?

Yeah. Why?

We need to call Rigby.

Come on.

- Rigby.
- Hey.

The guy who hired Krasnakov

used a phrase
that's American slang.

Listen...
I was already skeptical

the SLS would
ask for a money drop.

I don't think we're
dealing with Colombians.

The SLS are pros.

If we're dealing with amateurs,
that's a different story.

You need to stop the drop until
we know what's going on here.

I can't.

The family always has the final
say in a kidnapping case,

and they're following
Joan Dillinger's lead.

All right, listen.
We're on the way to the house.

We need to talk.

A little busy right now.
The drop's about to go down.

- Give me 30 seconds.
- It'll have to wait.

There's still time.

We picked up one of
the hired guns who grabbed Noah.

His contact
used the phrase "Good to go."

I don't think
these guys are SLS.

"Good to go"?
Are you sure?

You need to pull the plug.

The package is delivered.

Mr. Allen is clearing the area.
Stand by.

That's Noah's sweatshirt.

That's him.

We have confirmation

the orange hoodie
belongs to Noah.

Do we have visual
confirmation this is him?

If we're gonna go,
we need to move now.

- That's my son! I know it!
- Confirmed.

All agents move in.
FBI. Drop that bag!

Drop it. Get down.
Get down!

That's not him.

They got spooked
by you two poking around.

Hey, we need to reassess

and figure out
who we are dealing with here.

The kidnappers
found these guys online

and paid them 100 bucks

to wear the hoodie
and pick up the briefcase.

This was a test.

Quiet.

Hello?

You disobeyed instructions,

and the price is now double.

$3 million in 24 hours
or Noah dies.

We found the kidnappers van.

Burnt out in Southeast D.C.
We're processing it now.

Someone had to drive it
out of the garage.

No cameras in the structure.

I'm checking traffic cams
in the area.

Another dead end.

I know what happens
when these things go sideways.

West Virginia.

The kidnapper
put the girl in a box

and buried her in the woods.

We tracked him down.

He drew on me.
I took him out.

And the girl?

He was the only one
who knew where she was buried.

Well, that's not
gonna happen here.

The Allens have decided
the FBI and its guests

are no longer welcome.

You have no authority

to interfere
with our investigation.

That's true,
but the Allens have the right

to ask you
to leave their property.

The Allens
are following your lead.

We don't need to be here
to find Noah.

I expect you all
to be cleared out

by the time
we get back from the bank.

We're moving back
to the boathouse, Edgar.

Hey, I saw you give
your pencil sharpener to Josh.

Is everything okay?

Josh takes karate.

I started karate
when I was about his age.

It's a lot of work,
but it's fun.

Not yesterday.
His mom cried.

After karate?

After karate.

"Karate pickup... 4:30."

- Hey.
- Hey.

It's possible Noah's mom

received a call
from the kidnappers at 4:30,

which is hours before anybody
even realized he was gone.

We need to talk to her.

She just left. She said
she needed to clear her head.

What's her number?

I think you're confusing me
with Edgar.

Liz Allen...
202-555-0164.

It's ringing.

You rang?

Only one reason
she'd leave without her phone.

She forgot her phone.

Or so we couldn't track her.

She received a couple of calls

from the American Fine Art
Gallery earlier in the day,

and then nothing
until 6:18.

You sure she got a call
at 4:30?

It was after karate.
Maybe she deleted it?

Or maybe Liz
has a second phone.

We need to find out
everything we can about her.

Merry Christmas.

That's the living room,
but that's different.

There was a picture there...

a print
of Monet's "Water Lilies."

256 in the series.

Now it's just a dust frame.
It was removed recently.

It was taken down for a reason.

Whatever it was, someone
didn't want us to see or know.

Look at their other artwork.

All real paintings.

An affluent couple wouldn't put

a gift-shop poster
above their fireplace.

Unless water lilies
are sentimental.

Water lilies
can't be sentimental, Sean.

They're flowers, not people.

A painting can be sentimental.

Oh.

There. Click on that.

1994...

A painting
in Monet's "Water Lily" series

was stolen in California.

Huh.
Never recovered.

Theo Bancroft was convicted
and sentenced to six years.

He killed his cellmate
and ended up serving 18 years.

He was released
five months ago.

And that looks a lot like Liz.

She's wanted for questioning
as a person of interest.

Our soccer mom is an art thief?

Could explain why she works at
the American Fine Art Gallery.

Who has been living large

while her partner
did almost 20 years.

Sounds like Theo Bancroft
is out for revenge.

She looks a lot like you.

Leslie Sebastiani.

She was a stupid kid
who made a lot of mistakes.

She died a long time ago.

Theo Bancroft has your son.

I had to go along.

The ransom,
the screwed-up money drop...

it was to keep everyone focused
on the wrong thing.

And what's the right thing?

A $40 million Monet.

He wants me to steal it.

That's the real ransom.

How are you communicating
with him?

I found a burn phone
in my purse.

Soon as I heard his voice,
I knew it was Theo.

That... temper.

It all came rushing back to me.

That's why I stole his share
20 years ago.

I used it to disappear.

It's how I became Liz.

We're going to find Noah.
There's still time.

I am not a thief anymore,

but I will do whatever it takes
to save Noah.

Please...

don't try to stop me.

We can't go to Rigby.

When he finds out she's wanted,
he'll bring her in.

And then what'll happen
to Noah?

She could be playing us.

It's easy to change your name,

not so easy
to change who you are.

Did you see
that calendar in her kitchen?

Soccer games,
karate tournaments,

date nights...
It was packed.

This is not a woman
looking for one last score.

Her family is her life now.

You know what this means,
don't you?

Yeah.

10 years, if we get caught.

The print gave me away?

Actually,
it was taking it off the wall.

It's about the same size
as the one in the museum.

I was looking for a bag
it would fit in.

Edgar says the number
Theo's been calling from

originates
at a free VOIP company.

He's been using a VPN service
to route it through Hong Kong.

Which means we can't find him?

No way fast.

But he can watch us... me,

on the museum's
security cameras.

That's what he said.

If he's gonna
watch you steal the Monet,

we need to be able to
see everything he sees.

Which means
tapping in ourselves.

Well, Edgar can rig that up.

We just need to be able to

distract the guards
watching the monitors.

There's only one guard at
the monitors... budget cutbacks.

And Vince is always slipping out
for a smoke break.

That could give us
about a six-minute window.

Talk to us about taking
the painting off the wall.

Will an alarm sound?

No, but there's
a magnetic strip

affixed to each piece of artwork
and sensors at every exit.

We'll remove the strip.

Okay, but every employee

is subject to a random search
before leaving.

Well, then you can't be
the one to walk out with it.

There will have to be
a hand-off

without
the security cameras seeing.

Museum opens at 10 A.M.
that gives us 15 hours.

Liz, why don't you go home

and help Doug
get the ransom money together.

We'll text you when to meet us.

I'll walk you out.

Hey. It's Sean.

Listen.
I need you to trust me.

One, please.

- Thank you.
- Morning, Jeff.

We're in. I just got
a text from Theo.

He says he's watching me.

And thanks to Edgar, so am I.

You both copy?

Loud and clear.
You're coming in fine.

All right, I got Vince.
He's on his smoke break.

We have six minutes.

Excuse me,
ladies and gentlemen.

The museum will be offering
a free tour with refreshments

for the first 20 people who
line up for the Renoir gallery.

Thanks.
I think I'll pass.

They're gone.
Let's do this.

Okay, walk towards the exit
about 8 feet.

And stop.

All right,
you're off camera now.

All right, you have a guard
headed your way.

Copy that.

It's right there.

Okay, ma'am, to be safe,
we're going to be evacuating.

I need to ask you to head to
the main exit, all right?

Sure, of course.

Attention, all personnel,
we have a code red.

All right,
just inside the doorway,

there's a blind spot.

Michelle's headed your way.

Now.

Perfect. No way
Theo could have seen that.

Excuse me, ma'am?
You dropped this.

Right this way folks. I need you
to exit the building. Thank you.

Whoa, ma'am,

I need you
to step over here, please.

Let me see
what's in your bag, please.

Text from Theo.

He wants me
to bring the painting

to Hangar J
at West Ridge Airfield.

He's gonna make sure
that I'm alone.

Then you will be...

as far as he can tell.

That's your plan?

There's no way
I'm getting in there with you.

Hey, if you don't
want to see this through,

I'm sure Liz will understand.

Ladies first.

Nice try. I'm on top.

That's fun, too.

Ow!

You okay?

What an amazing plan, Sean.

Nobody said
it was gonna be glamorous.

I smell coconut.

Do you smell coconut?

They said it was unscented.

They lied.

Where's my son?

Relax.

First, I search you
and then the car.

Okay, step back.

Give me the key.

That's a problem.

Give me the key.

All clear.

I want to kiss the guy
who invented rear folding seats.

Actually, that's what
they were invented for.

It's been a long time, Leslie.

You got your painting.
Now let Noah go.

It'll be a short reunion.

You're gonna be a number for
the next five to seven years,

once the museum takes a look
at their security footage.

If you hurt him,
I swear to God...

Noah.

Are you okay?

Oh, God.

You know, I never pegged you
for the soccer-mom type.

Keep them both here
till I'm in the air.

I suppose I'm the decoy.

Start bringing a gun,
we can take turns.

I am so lost.
Is that the plane to Vegas?

Drop it
before I drop you.

Shoot her. I wouldn't do that.
She's a really good shot.

And you're
a whole lot of target.

I said shoot her!

Drop your weapon!

Keep your hands
where we can see them!

Theo Bancroft,
you're under arrest

for the kidnapping
of Noah Allen.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If I go down,
she goes down with me.

I don't know anything about
that. Where's the painting?

There is a Monet on that plane
worth $40 million.

If you're not gonna exercise
your right to remain silent,

get in the car.

Agent Carter will be happy
to take your statement.

She stole it from
the American Fine Art Gallery!

It's okay.

Go home.
Be with your family.

Thank you.

I owe you both everything.

Stay out of trouble, you.

Nice work tracking down
the flight manifest.

There's only one fence
with balls big enough

to traffic
a $40 million dollar Monet.

I knew
he was headed to Marseilles.

You took a hell of a chance
stealing this.

Not really. It's a fake.

The original is
still in the museum,

leaning on a wall where
no security camera can see it.

Nice.

I should have known.

Well,
thanks for reaching out.

I, uh... I forgot
what a good team we make.

We had our moments.

You were together
for three months.

You were separated from Dana
but not divorced.

Okay.
You have my attention.

You kept your relationship
a secret,

and neither of you were willing
to make a real commitment.

You just described
2/3 of the men on this planet.

End of the day...

sex with a co-worker is like
skydiving without a parachute.

Josh wanted you
to have it back.

That was a really nice thing
you did.

He may not have understood it,
but I did.

You need to go back
to the ballroom, Sean.

Right now,
I need to hang this painting.

Hey.

What do you think?

Your guy does good work.

His guy is Benny...

and I do exceptional work...

That you're hanging
in the kitchen?

There's no room left
in the bathroom.

I never figured you
for a painter.

Why? A reformed counterfeiter
can't be cultured?

No one puts Benny in a box.

Benny in a box.

Sean put you in a box
for five years.

Well, technically,
I got her out after two.

I got myself out by agreeing to

help you track down
those Korean supernotes.

And now I can't
get rid of you.

I'm like the memory
of your first love.

I'll be with you forever.

What memory?

His first love stares at him
in the mirror every morning.

That's a rough way
to start the day.

Oh, I see how it's gonna be.
You're gonna team up on me, huh?

Come on, Benny.
I'll buy you a beer.

I'm ready, Sean.

Not the ballroom
again, Edgar.

I need to see the light.

You're never gonna
give it a rest, are you?

No... Sean.

The stage was there.

Yeah.

Yeah.

We brought Ritter in
through the kitchen.

The sun came through
that window.

I didn't have my sunglasses.

Thank you.

What was the time, Sean?

3:14.

Eight years ago,

September 25th was a Sunday,
Sunday, Sunday.

3:14 Post Meridiem.

Solar azimuth was...
237.22... 237.22.

Solar elevation...
34... 34.85.

Declination...
negative 1.54 degrees.

I'll take your word
for it, Edgar.

Windows facing northeast.
It wasn't the sun, Sean.

Maybe it was a flashbulb
or a news camera.

No.
Angles are precise.

On the video,
the light was low, direct.

Who wanted you blind, Sean?