All language subtitles for King.And.Maxwell.S01E08

You would look great
in those shoes.

I know.
They're not practical.

You could be
a little less practical.

You dress like you're
still in the secret service.

What?
No, I don't.

You tuck in your shirts,

wear that jacket
with the shoulder pads.

Shoulder pads give structure
to a jacket.

Dressing like this
gives me an air of authority.

I'm just saying
we're private investigators.

You can dress how you want.

It's one of the perks
of the job.

You should get those shoes.

Excuse me.

Miss?

Yes?

Can you help me?

She should get these shoes,
right?

They are cute.

See, Michelle?

Clearly, this woman has taste.

Clearly. After all, she
only shoplifts the best jewelry.

That's exactly why I wanted
her opinion.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm Sean king.

This is Michelle Maxwell.

We're hired by the store.
We're private investigators.

Her, maybe. You look more like
a building contractor.

We're gonna need to search you,
miss.

Fine. Here.

Not the purse.

Umbrella on a sunny day?

I like to be prepared.

Unsnapped, loose.

Makes a convenient place
to drop small items.

Open the umbrella, miss.

This is ridiculous.

No. It's bad luck
to open an umbrella inside.

Wait!

Wow.
That was bad luck.

I'd say about six months
to a year bad luck,

depending on the judge.

Let's go see the manager.

I lied.

Those shoes
would look horrible on you.

All I'm saying is we used to
be charged with protecting leaders,

visiting foreign dignitaries,

and the integrity
of the United States economy.

Used to be.
Past tense.

Now we're hired by a store
to bust a rich klepto.

We're P.I.s.

Just one of the many services
we offer.

For which, I might add,
we're being well paid.

Look at it this way.

We bust the shoplifter,

the store's insurance rates
don't go up,

their prices stay down,

we're still safeguarding
the economy.

One high-end boutique
at a time.

I thought you wanted us to take
on more cases that paid well.

I want us to take on cases
that mean something.

Take it easy.

Where you going, Edgar?

Have a date.

A date?
With who?

Benny's buying.
Late for lunch.

- You look nice.
- I know.

Benny's buying.
That'll cost her.

It's soup day.

Can I help you?

I'm, uh, looking

for a King & Maxwell
Detective Agency.

You found it.
Come on in.

I, uh, I want to hire you
to find my cellphone.

Have you tried calling it?

It's not lost.

It was stolen this morning.

A guy grabbed it out of my hand

as I walked out of
the Metro station.

You should try the police.
I did.

They took a report and told me
not to get my hopes up.

Must be a nice phone.

It's a new iPhone.

Well, for what we charge,

you might just want to buy
another one.

It's not the phone.

It's what's on it that matters.

Which is?

Pictures...

of my late wife.

I'm sorry.

She died of cancer
three weeks ago.

I had photographs of our last
days together on that phone.

They're priceless.

Please... find it for me.

This is why being
a private investigator

is better than working
for the government.

We get to choose our cases.

Cops wouldn't be able to help
Leo even if they wanted to.

The department
would never allocate the time

- or the resources.
- 'Cause there's such a small chance

of finding a stolen phone.

If we're gonna try,
we need to learn

more about
how phone thieves operate.

Bet you anything
that Edgar's lunch date

knows a little something
about that.

Hey, Wu.

No.
I know Edgar loves your soup.

Watch very closely.
Don't take your eye off the pea.

Where is it?
Which one?

Ah, I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Sean, we're just playing
for lunch checks.

That's always how it starts.

Nope.

Oh.

Surprise, surprise.

Should have picked
the right hand.

Open up, Benny.

Fine.

Thanks.

Cheater.

It's a magic trick.

It is nothing like
a magic trick.

It's exactly like
a magic trick.

Don't worry, Benny.
We have your lunch.

Out of the kindness
of your heart?

We need information.

What else is new?

We're trying to find
a stolen cellphone.

Grabbed right out of a man's
hand on the street this morning.

Ah,
the new purse-snatching.

All the cool kids are doing it.

They call it apple picking.

How do apple pickers operate?

They watch people talking,
texting, checking their e-mails

in their own little world,
then they grab and go.

Phone's already unlocked
so they have complete control.

Then they put it
on airplane mode.

Turns off anything that
transmits or receives a signal.

Cell signal, wi-fi,
and Bluetooth.

Keeps anyone from tracking it
or wiping it remotely.

If we wanted to find out
who picked an apple this morning

outside the Federal Triangle
Metro Station...

Those guys are
pretty territorial.

Once they find a good place
that's busy rush hours

and lunch hours,
they fight to keep it.

Chances are,
whoever took your guy's phone

is probably working
that same spot right now.

Time to set a trap.

Quick.
Double or nothing.

Pick the one without the pea.

Okay.

Abracadabra.

Soup's up.

You know he's gonna grab
my phone, right?

Why is that?

Because I'm using it
like a normal human being

instead of holding it out
like bait.

People talk on the phone
this way.

Who? Private investigators
trying to lure a thief?

You better hope he grabs
my phone and not yours.

Oh?
Why is that?

If he grabs your phone,
you'll have to chase him.

When was the last time you ran,
Sean?

I can run.

At least in the secret service
they made you stay in shape.

Hey, there is plenty of gas left
in this tank.

Aah!

He's got my phone!

Pedal to the metal, Sean!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

You call that running?

What the hell?

Give me the phone.
Screw you!

Oh, ow!
Okay, okay, okay!

You don't have to break my
wrist. That's police brutality.

Uh, except for we're not cops,

which puts us
in a unique position.

Right, Sean?

What my partner just said
is that,

being private investigators,
we're able to make you an offer.

"Dax Walters, 2221 Washington
Court, Apartment 303."

- What kind of mother names her kid Dax?
- Probably the kind who

didn't want to see her little
boy handed over to the police.

Now, listen to me.
The cops are coming any second.

Now, you tell us the truth,

we'll let you go
before they get here.

You lie to us, Dax,
we know where you live.

I am looking for a phone
you stole this morning.

I didn't steal a phone this morning.
This is your turf.

Yes, this is my turf.
This is where I steal phones.

I just stole this lady's phone
just now.

- I didn't steal a phone this morning.
- Dax.

I want you to think about it.
It was an older man.

He had gray hair, a gray suit,
a blue tie.

He was coming off the Metro.

Some other guy jacked him, man.

I was just getting to work.
I saw the whole thing.

Don't lie to us, dax.

I swear to you.

Skinny little punk with a hoodie
grabs it and goes.

It wasn't in front of the Metro,
though.

It was next door
in front of the hotel.

If you guys catch
this guy, you got to tell me.

There's, like, a price to pay

for operating
on my sacred ground here.

Oh!

Okay, a deal's a deal.
Go on. Take off.

He's getting away!

See?

That's how you chase a suspect.

Ma'am. Ma'am.

Here's your phone.

Be sure you show the police
what's recorded on the video.

This is your turf.

Yes, this is my turf.
This is where I steal phones.

I just stole this lady's phone
just now.

I didn't steal a phone
this morning.

Leo lied to us.

Why would he say
he was down at the Metro

when he was
in front of the hotel?

Maybe that camera
caught the theft.

Well, that's worth a look.

Excuse me.
Hi.

Where's your head of security?

I'll get him for you, ma'am.

Okay, here's the play.

We're from the company
doing routine maintenance

on the security system.

You always get to do this part.

You want to pretext?

Let me give it a shot.

Oh, I like that.
Okay.

Follow my lead.

You got it.

Hi.

I'm Michelle Maxwell.
This is my partner, Sean King.

We are private investigators
trying to recover a cellphone

stolen from a client in front
of your hotel this morning.

It had pictures of his late wife
on it.

Happy to help.

I'll get you a copy
of our security footage.

Thank you so much.

You told him the truth,
and he fell for it.

It's all in the shoulder pads.

Pah-pow!

Have you been injured
on the job?

Help me, Hamilton Skales!

Cut out of the will?

That bastard!

I'm Hamilton G. Skales, and I'll
tip the balance in your favor.

Let me help you get
exactly what's coming to you.

Hamilton hablo español.
Sí.

Positive outcome
not guaranteed.

The big guy knows
my commercial by heart.

Pretty cool, huh?

Hey, between me and you,
what's the matter with him?

I'm only asking because I think
I could get someone

to pay a pretty good chunk of change
for that... we'll talk about it later.

Hamilton G. Skales,
Attorney at Law. How are you?

Hamilton G. Skales.
No?

You don't want to do that?
You're not a hand-shaker?

I'm not offended.
That's fine.

Perhaps you've seen me on TV,
channel 13. Right?

Just like he did? No?
Maybe on the side of a bus?

Picture of me, great picture,

Hamilton G. Skales
on the side of the bus?

I'm all over
the Mount Vernon Express Line.

I got my thumb on a scale,

Hamilton G. Skales,
scales of justice.

Get it?

It's a joke. Okay.

You're not here to laugh.
You're here to listen.

That's all right. I'm not a comedian.
I'll tell you what I'm here for.

I'm here to make you an offer
you can't refuse.

Check this out.
One, two, three, four... look.

I'm not even looking.
I'm just pulling bills off.

I'm not even looking. I'm not even looking.
Doesn't matter to me.

Watch this. Boom!
Right there. There you go.

What's that?

That is a little incentive
for you to forget

that you ever heard about the
cellphone you're looking for.

We don't work that way.

Come on.
Take the money.

That's got to be double
what they're paying you, anyway.

Don't tell me you don't need
the money.

You work in a boat shed,
and your secretary's rain man.

- No offense.
- "Rain man." Dustin Hoffman. 1988.

Definitely 1988.

He's good.
I like this guy.

That's... that's...
That's really good.

I know what you're doing.

I know what you're doing.
You're stalling.

You're stalling.
Guess what.

I'm not offended.
I get it. I understand it.

Tell you what. I'll throw
a couple more benjies at you.

Maybe you'll buy yourself
a new suit.

Looks like you could use one,
right? You, too.

I mean, if you're gonna dress like a man, you
might as well work a little harder, huh?

How about that?
Boom.

Huh?
Do you like my suit?

I get all my suits at Ray's
Suit Emporium in Silver Spring.

Ray's a buddy of mine.

He's a good guy.
I'll hook you guys up.

I extricated Ray from
a very ugly pre-nup last year.

The bitch didn't get a dime.
Pardon my French.

I'm gonna punch him in the face.
Don't let me stop you.

Oh. Oh, come on.
Bring it on. Bring it on.

You want to punch me?
I'll end up owning the place.

Not that I want it, anyway.
Let me ask you a question.

What time are Quint, Hooper, and Chief
Brody getting back from the shark hunt?

Get it? That's a...
That's a movie reference.

"Jaws." 1975.

He's good.

Why try
and buy us off the case?

It conflicts with a lawsuit
that I'm filing.

What's the lawsuit?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Who's your client?

I am not at liberty.

Look...
take the money!

Come on. Be smart.

Why don't you be smart
and get out of here

before my partner makes you bleed
all over that suit of yours?

It wouldn't hurt the suit.
I had it scotchgarded.

Okay, fine.

Fine. Fine.
All right.

You don't want the money?
No worries.

Don't say I didn't warn you.
It's your funeral, okay?

But seriously. Listen. Come
here. About Igor over there.

You guys should call me
because I could get an expert

to testify that
that is all birth related.

Did you know that you could sue
the obstetrician

up to 35 years of age
in certain circumstances?

All right. All right.
Just think it over, okay?

Think it over.

Hamil... uh, Hamilton G. Skales,
Attorney at Law.

What was that?

Let's watch
the security footage.

Crappy video quality.

Digitized analog.
One-to-one conversion.

CIF 352x240.

What does that mean?

Crappy video quality.

Can you clean it up?

Yes.

- Will you clean it up?
- Yes.

That will take 3 hours,
22 minutes.

Look at that.

Enlarge that.

That's not Leo Goldberg.

No, it's not.

That's George Clark,

the Deputy Director
of National Intelligence.

Benny's on her way
to the boathouse.

Once Edgar finishes cleaning up

the hotel's
security video image,

she might be able
to identify our phone thief.

Mr. King, Miss Maxwell,
I'm George Clark.

Thank you for meeting me
somewhere other than my office.

I would like to apologize
for the charade.

- Please allow me to explain.
- Allow us.

You get your phone stolen
in the street.

You could afford to replace it,
but you don't.

Something important
must be on it.

But the man whose agency
oversees the CIA and the NSA

doesn't use
his own guys to find it.

He turns
to a couple of P.I.s.

Because what's on the phone
isn't state secrets.

It's personal.

Very personal.

Married man
coming out of a hotel.

You don't want anyone to know...
not even us.

So you send someone
with a heartbreaking story

guaranteed to inspire us
to track down the phone.

A former operative.

Exactly what's on the phone,
Mr. Clark?

It's a video I wanted to keep

from falling
into the wrong hands.

Apparently, it already has.

Let me guess.

You got a call from an attorney
named Hamilton Skales.

He said
he's prepared to file a lawsuit

on behalf of an unnamed client.

My phone and its contents
will be entered into evidence

unless I settle out of court.

That suit's
trumped-up nonsense.

- Skales is using a quirk of the law.
- How so?

If he offers to sell the phone
back to him, it's blackmail.

He can go to jail.

But if he threatens to enter it
as evidence in a lawsuit,

unless Mr. Clark pays
a settlement,

well,
then he's on solid ground.

It's legal extortion.

Completely legal.

So, I have to give him
the money.

Not yet.

Let us do our job.

Should we be saving a cheater?

A single mistake shouldn't cost
a person their career.

He also lied to us.
He's a liar and a cheater.

Thank you.
We'll see you later.

Look.
George Clark is good at his job.

Ted Bergin knew him from their days
back in the Department of Defense.

He would want us to help him.

Plus you can't stand
to let Hamilton Skales win.

Oh, that's just gravy.

So, you don't like
Hamilton Skales?

Well, you're really gonna hate him
after we get through with you.

Let me guess.

He sent you to tell us

to drop the cellphone case.

What if we say no?

Please say no.

No.

You see that enthusiasm, Michelle?
You know what they say.

If you love your job, you never
really work a day in your life.

Hello.

One second, fellas.

Who you calling?

911.

Cops won't be here
in time to help.

Oh, not the cops.
An ambulance.

Oh, you will need that.

Yeah, well, it's not for us.
It's for you.

Hello. I'm calling from the
alley behind Lucy's Cafe on 6th.

You're gonna find
three thugs...

You guys aren't offended
if I call you thugs, right?

It's more of a job description
than an aspersion.

Well, that's
what I was thinking.

Yes, ma'am.
100% serious.

You'll find three scumbags...

- Scumbags is an aspersion.
- Yes, it is.

They're gonna be suffering
from an assortment of abrasions,

blunt-force trauma...

That one's gonna have
a hepatic contusion.

Hepatic contusion?
Bruised liver.

Ouch.
That's really gonna hurt.

And one of them will be found
upside-down in a trash can.

Ooh!

Sean King.

You like blue, Edgar?

The sky is blue.
I like the sky.

Me too.

I like the sky,
and I like blue.

All sorts of different blues.

Cobalt blue,
azure, Prussian blue.

I like indigo blue but some
dumb committee somewhere

decided it wasn't a color.

What gives them the right?

What gives them the right?

How about red?
Do you want red?

Orange.

Orange is a friendly color.

How about one day
you let me give you a tattoo

instead of just painting
your nails?

Why?

I just thought
you might like one.

Why do people get tattoos?

All sorts
of different reasons...

To stand out,
to be different...

To remember someone.

You have tattoos.

More than you can see, Edgar.

You have the word "Daniel"
on your wrist.

Yes, I do.

You want to remember Daniel.

Yes, I do.

Why?

Daniel was my brother.

You remind me of him.

He used to ask
a lot of questions, too.

Used to.

Daniel died.

Yes, Daniel died.

Tell me about Daniel.

He was smart and funny.

He loved to draw...
Pencils and ink, mainly.

One day I fell asleep,

and he drew
this beautiful dragon on my arm.

I didn't want to wash it off.

The next morning when I woke up,
it was gone.

He called it a magical dragon.

Abracadabra.

Said that one day
it would come back,

that I'd have to be patient.

He was 11.
I was 9.

I'm still waiting
for that dragon to come back.

So, what about your pinky?

- What color?
- Pink.

Of course.
Dumb question.

You don't need the tattoo.

You will remember Daniel.

Yes, I will, Edgar.

There you go.

Soup's on.

Let me take a look
at this cleaned-up video.

Nope.
Don't know him.

That's odd.

He's wearing dress shoes.

Hey.

Hey.

Where are you?

Tie shopping.

Don't tease me.

I'm on my way
to Hamilton Skales' office.

You went without me?

Hey, we didn't take his money,
we beat up his goons,

and I'm thinking maybe now
he'll be more willing to talk.

I can make him talk.

That exactly
why I went without you.

Let me try talking to him
lawyer to lawyer,

my way's more fun.

I'll give you that.

So, two lawyers, a priest,
and an orangutan

walk into a bar together.

I'm hanging up now.

Hey!

Hamilton hablos español.

Sí!

Positive outcome
not guaranteed.

Have you been injured
on the job?

Help me,
Hamilton Skales!

I'll get you
the settlement you deserve.

Skales?

Cut out of the will?

It's Sean king.

That bastard!

You'll dance on his grave.

I'm Hamilton G. Skales,
Attorney at Law,

and I will tip the balance
in your favor.

Let me help you get
exactly what's coming to you.

Well, well, well.
Look who it is.

Agent Rigby.

I was beginning to believe

I was gonna get through a week
without running into you.

Sorry to disappoint.

What's your business
with Hamilton Skales?

I'm looking for a stolen phone.

What's on the phone?

Who said
there's anything on it?

What's on the phone, King?

I can't say.

Who's your client?

The client's privacy's
part of the case.

Come on, Rigby.

I need you to trust me
on this one.

I've earned that much.

I can't believe
you arrested me.

Think of it as a way for us

to spend more quality time
together.

Ernesto Ortego
and Marcos Perez.

Those are
some scary-looking missionaries.

K-17 Cartel enforcers
working out of D.C.

Your attorney friend
contacted their boss

trying to sell him a phone
containing blackmail

on an unnamed
high-ranking U.S. official.

Well, cartel business
might go more smoothly

with someone important
in their pocket.

It might.

We intercepted a call
from El Jefe

telling his boys
to go negotiate... aggressively.

Skales strike you as the kind
of guy that would hold out?

He would have buckled
if they looked at him hard.

The fact
that they beat him into a coma

indicates that they left
empty-handed.

Oh, Skales knows
who has the phone.

He gave them up.

You have any idea
who that might be?

I wish I did.

One more chance.

Who's your client?

What's on the phone?

You leave me no choice...

Agent Rigby.

Seriously?

Yes, sir.

Whoever your client is,
they have juice.

I have orders to let you go.

Get out of my sight.

I will find out
what's on that phone, King.

I leave you alone
for half an hour,

and you get arrested
for obstruction of justice?

Thanks for coming.

George Clark spring you?

Guy's got some pull.

I went by the hospital.

Skales won't be talking
for a long time.

I'm gonna have to track down that
phone another way.

It'd be good to know the client
in that trumped-up lawsuit.

All that information's
in Rigby's hands now.

I doubt he'll share.

Good thing I copied the files
off Skales' computer

while I was waiting
for the ambulance.

Show-off.

Look, Sean.

Benny did it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Rainbow.

No.

A rainbow
is red, orange, yellow,

green, blue, indigo, Violet.

Roy G. Biv.
Roy G. Biv.

Roy G. Biv.
Yes.

Trumped-up lawsuit against Clark
doesn't show a plaintiff,

but here's
something interesting.

Skales saved that suit
in the same computer file

as another one.

They must be related.
What's the other suit about?

Former agent Roy Smalls
was suing the CIA.

It's under the umbrella

of the Department
of National Intelligence.

And what with our client being
its deputy director...

I believe
they call that a clue.

I believe I'm gonna talk
to Mr. Smalls to see if...

May I?

Eh.

See if he knows why Skales
went after George Clark.

Any luck with the video?

I didn't recognize the thief,

but I did notice
something weird.

Check out what he's wearing.

Wing tips. Not the footwear of
choice for your average phone thief.

No way.
Show me his face.

We've met that kid.

He's the bellhop
from the hotel.

I believe
they call that a clue.

Thanks for meeting
with me, Mr. Smalls.

I hope you don't mind the walk.

I... I can't afford
a physical therapist,

so I do what I can on my own.

Not a problem.

What happened?
If you don't mind me asking.

I was CIA.

Things went sideways on an op
in North Korea.

The agency disavowed me
to avoid an incident.

I spent 10 years
in a Pyongyang prison.

I've heard about those places.

It's all true.

And then some.

The agency didn't give you
your benefits when you got home.

Once they throw you
under the bus, you stay there.

I knew the risk
when I signed on.

I'm not complaining.

But you went to Hamilton Skales
and filed a lawsuit

to get your pension restored,
plus damages.

That wasn't my idea.
I can't stand that shyster.

My son did it.

He's trying to help me out.

Your son.

He's a good boy.

Excuse me.

I got this...

They took a lot from me
in that prison.

But the worst thing I lost

was the time I could have spent
with my boy.

What's your son's name?

Jason Smalls?

Jason Smalls?

I need
George Clark's phone back.

No.
That video can help my dad.

You're in big trouble, Jason.

Arrest me if you want.

I'm not here to arrest you.

I'm here to save you.

What?

Skales pulled
a double-cross.

He tried to sell the phone
to the cartel,

and some thugs put him
in the hospital.

Now, I'm pretty sure
he told them about you.

I can take you to the police,
and they'll protect you

until we catch these guys.

Now give me the phone.

How would your dad feel
if you got yourself hurt?

Or killed?

Come on.

Don't do it.

I warned you.

Here we go.

Marcos?

Marcos can't come to the phone
right now,

but I have
what you're looking for.

I'll trade it for the kid.

Warehouse outside of town.

I'll text you the address.
Bring the phone and my cousin.

No cops or the kid dies.

No cops.
I promise.

Well, this isn't good.

You're about Marcos' size,
right?

Why?

I have a plan.

Well, this is one way
to get me to wear a tie.

Tattoos are done with a needle,
not a marker.

The plan is to dress him up
like what's-his-name.

Marcos.

Then we'll put a bag
over his head, cuff him,

and trade him for Jason.

You can't trade people.
It's illegal.

It's a trick, Edgar.

We just have to get Jason
out of the line of fire

before we take down Ernesto.

Are you going to save Jason?

We're gonna try.

I don't know about this.

You think Ernesto's
gonna buy it?

Not if you don't hold still.

If I mess up the lines
on this tattoo,

he'll know
you're not his cousin.

What?

I was just thinking that you
were right and I was wrong.

Really?

About what?

You shouldn't wear a tie.

Show me the phone.

And its contents.

Okay.

Walk straight ahead.

Come on, Jason.

Stop.

Drop your weapon.

Do it!

Now step back.

You think I'm stupid,
Michelle Maxwell?

Skales told us you and your
partner were involved in this.

Where is Sean King?

I think I know.

The only reason you would put
a bag over my cousin's head

is if this wasn't my cousin.

You betrayed me.

Now your partner's
going to die.

Say goodbye to Sean King.

Put down the gun, Ernesto!

Drop the gun.

I don't think so, Marcos.

Get on the ground.
Get on the ground.

See?
I can be reasonable.

Just make me a right offer
if you want my help.

I got him.

All clear.

I'm sorry, dad.

I'll take that phone.

You did remember
to take George's phone

out of airplane mode, right?

It's completely connected.
Edgar can work his magic.

Abracadabra.

Is my nose bleeding?

You're fine.

That's all I get?

You smack yourself in the face
doing a basic tackle and cover,

you don't get sympathy from me.

I was hiding back there
too long. My legs cramped up.

- Always an excuse.
- Well, look.

The important thing
is you realized

Ernesto would see through
the bag trick

and that we improvised
a new plan, and it worked.

It did work.

I can't believe it worked.

Yeah, me either.
Right?

Only one video on this thing.

Let's see
what was so important.

Have you been injured
on the job?

Help me, Hamilton Skales!

I'll get you
the settlement you deserve.

I hate my life.

Skales' case to restore
Roy Smalls' pension

was going nowhere.

So when Jason grabbed
your phone,

Skales started planning
a trumped-up blackmail suit.

But he got greedy
and called up a cartel boss

to see if he could sell
the phone for even more money.

And unfortunately for Skales,
the cartel decided

they'd rather
beat it out of him

than pay him for it.

Is the boy all right?
He's fine.

Jason recognized you at the
hotel and saw an opportunity.

He was really just trying
to help out his dad,

so maybe you could
go easy on him.

I won't be pressing
any charges.

And I will look
into the father's case.

A man makes that kind
of sacrifice for his country,

he deserves
to be taken care of.

You don't have to worry
about what was on the phone.

Mm.

Not only did our friend wipe it,
he uploaded a virus

to keep anyone
from recovering anything

from the hard drive later.

Sounds like
somebody I should hire.

Well, with all the government
spending cuts,

I don't think you could afford
his soup bill.

You did lose everything on the
phone, and I'm sorry about that.

You probably wanted to keep the
video of you with your daughter.

I'm in the secret service.

I read faces.
I saw the resemblance.

20 years ago, I served
as a diplomat in Latin America.

That's where I met
Daniela's mother.

I only learned about her
recently.

It's not a scandal you
were worried about. No.

Daniela lives in a country with
a booming kidnapping industry.

Her connection to me
would have made her a target.

You had to protect your child.

Excuse me.

Oh. I, um...

You can finish up here, right?

Sure.

Excuse me.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

May I?

Please.

I'm, uh... I'm aware
of your secret service history.

You're both good agents.

We were.

You still are.

Mr. King appears
to have moved on, but, uh...

But I believe you haven't.

And you know this how?

I read people, too,
Miss Maxwell.

Being an agent was my life.

I've had a hard time
letting it go.

What if you didn't have to?

You helped me.

I want you to allow me
to help you.

I have a little influence
in this town.

You can have your old job back,
Michelle.

You just say the word,
and it's yours.

Think about it.

This is dramatic.

No cameras or eyeballs here.

You're into something deep,

and I ain't getting dragged down
with you.

What'd you find out
about the Ritter assassination?

That if you're trying
to figure out

who really killed your boy,
Clyde,

the Ritter commission report
ain't gonna help.

What do you mean?

It's a straight-up
work of fiction.

Fiction?

All 1,800 pages of it.

My source says that the
investigation was never conducted,

that someone just wrote
the findings

and handed them to the chair
of the subcommittee.

Who?

I doubt the chairman even knew,
probably didn't even want to.

What are you telling me?

That if you want to know
who set you up,

you're gonna have to go back
to the original evidence.

Now, it's in a box locked
in the FBI headquarters.

You're a detective.

Go detect.