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*

You sure he's in there?

Sixth race
starts in ten.

He's in there.

JOE: ...investor, right? It's
a quick, uh, eight-ball thing--

five grand buy-in.

Should be a piece of cake.

Well, this guy,
he shows up with two women,

I mean, chests up
to the ceiling.

Suddenly I couldn't
remember my own name,

never mind
the numbers...

Hey, Vinny.

Hey, Scott.

You guys are early.

Sixth race doesn't start
for another ten minutes.

Aw, we just came to
cheer for our horses.

We got, like, what,
15 grand out there, right?

Uh, right. 15.

Yeah, yeah,
that's good.

'Cause the boss, he heard
it was more like 13.

And word is it
was 13 last time

and the time

before that.

What? What? Who told him that?

Doesn't matter.

It matters, Vinny,
because some jackass

is screwing up my math.

I mean,

it only seems like 13

because of
the increased returns.

You take the sixth race, okay?

You want to drift Kentucky Slim.
Well, at nine-to-one,

five grand's only gonna return
45 minus the 17% take.

You understand?

So you got to
use two grand

to short Grandma's Noodles,
pushing Slim to 16-to-one.

The only problem is...

Marone. Stop talking.

Scotty, check him.

What are--
You don't got to take--

What are you doing?

(chuckles)

Guess what, Joe,
I can do math, too.

15 minus 13 is two.

That's two grand you
been skimming from Leo.

Whoa, you guys. Now, come on,
now. This is a mistake.

There's a lot to think about.
Stop talking.

Security!

MURPHY: We've got to get
on the new coding system.

COBB: Yeah, but I don't want to
get on the new coding system.

I know, I know.
But you have to use 'em.

You keep putting the old codes
in your report,

and it just keeps messing
the computer system.

Why can't we just change
the computer system?

When you're captain,
you can do whatever you want.

(drones buzzing)
But for now...

Okay.
GIDEON:
Don't panic!

They're more scared of you
than you are of them.

Gideon, we're working.

Uh-huh. Paperwork.
(chuckles)

The cornerstone of
every successful police station.

Like it or not,
it's still important.

GIDEON: Yes, well, so is
reading a crime scene.

And these little guys are about
to make that a whole lot easier.

They're called
micro-drones,

and they are capable
of generating

a 3-D crime scene photo
in under

five seconds.

Not bad.

Detective,
your assessment?

Suspect appears to have eaten
a rainbow sprinkle donut.

Mm.

Gideon, sorry to
interrupt your...

whatever this is.
Can I borrow you a sec?

Yes. As soon as we determine
this donut's time of death.

Well, there's
a situation.

Guy here saying
he wants to be a C.I.

And this should interrupt
this coolness because...?

Because it's not just any guy.

Gideon, I need you.

Now.

All right.

(door buzzes)

Well, hello, son.

Dad.

(siren whooping)
*

Look, I know that this is
an unusual situation,

but, uh... but, frankly,
I'm in a tough spot.

And, uh, since my brilliant son
bought a police station,

coming here, that seemed
like a good idea.

Although, suddenly, I'm thinking
I might be at a modeling agency.

Why are you here?

Well, it's a long
and sordid story,

but, uh, in a nutshell,

the last few weeks,
I've been playing the horses

with a fellow who happens to be
in the gambling business.

You fixing races?

Fixing?

No. Not at all.

Just, uh, harmless

number-crunching, yeah.

Uh, and that was fine,

until I started hearing awful
things about this boss of mine,

this, uh, Leo-Leo...

Moretti?

Moretti. You know him?

Yeah, I'm familiar
with his work.

Well, then you know
more than I do.

I'm just a businessman.

I mean, I had no idea

that I was involved
with a criminal,

which is why I came here
when I realized...

When you realized

that your scam went wrong.

That's what this is, right?

(chuckles):
My son.

He's always been resentful
of the fact

that a lot
of my business ventures

weren't as successful
as I'd hoped.

Never mind they put him
through MIT.

Put me through MIT?

Okay...
Are you serious?

Okay, Mr. Reeves, what exactly
are you offering here?

Well, I was thinking, you know,
that if I could go back

to this, uh, Moretti character
with some kind of a deal,

you know, something illegal,

then you guys could record
the transaction

with some sort of hidden device,

which I'm sure that
my genius son will come up with.

You realize
what happened here, right?

He got busted
scamming a bad guy,

and now he's scamming us

to get out of it.
I'm just trying

to do the right thing.
Ooh...

Give me a break!

You obviously intend...
You're trying to use us

as a "get out
of trouble"...

Okay, okay.
Guys, guys-- Okay!

Family bonding time is over.

Just take a minute.

Gideon?

(clears throat)

BRANDT:
Hey, check it out.

I took Zingo to one of those,
uh, fancy grooming places.

Cost, like, a million bucks,
but, look,

look how his coat just shines.

Huh?

Do you hear yourself?

You know you treat
that dog better

than you do
your girlfriends.

Yeah, because Zingo doesn't
spaz out when I pet other dogs.

(computer beeping)

"Woman with a bat."

I'm guessing
she's not headed to a game.

(siren wailing)

(beeping)

(clanging)

Open up, damn it!

I want my car back!
(siren approaching)

Excuse me!

Lady, excuse
me, ma'am.

Hey! Lady!
Hey. Hey!

Chicago Police.

There something
we can help you with?

I don't need help.

My car got stolen.
I'm gonna get it back.

The kid who took it
lives in here.

How you know it was this kid?
'Cause it's obvious.

Three cars go missing from
around here since he moves in.

I see him out casing cars all
the time. I even got a picture.

That's right!
I got your picture!
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, hey.
Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!

You need to drop the bat, okay?

Go home. Leave
the policing to us.

Come on.

What I need is my car,

so I can go to work
and not get fired!

Ma'am, I'm...
Open up the damn door!

Ma'am, I'm gonna count
to three. One, two...

I'll take this.

Now, we can either drive you
to work or drive you to jail.

Your choice.

Come on.

Murphy,

before he walked in that door,

I had not spoken to my father
for six years.

Why? Because he
is, has been,

always will be
a con artist.

Come on, you were a
beat cop for years, right?

You're familiar with
the concept of lying.

Yes, I know lying.

But I also know Leo Moretti.

He's been running rackets
in Chicago for decades.

Drugs, stolen goods,
even murder.

If we catch him,

it's great for the city and us.

Great. Fantastic.
I'm sure there's lots of ways

we can do that
without involving my father.

I've tried, okay? Look.

You see this guy?

He was tired of Moretti putting
the squeeze on his family,

so he turned
state's evidence.

This is what happened
to him afterwards.

None of our C.I.s
will go near Moretti now.

Which is why we need
your father.

Who is unreliable and more
self-serving than a gas pump.

So is every other C.I.
They're all working an angle.

Well, my father has 50 angles.

He is the smartest guy I know.

He played you like a piano
in there.

(chuckles) First of all,
nobody's playing me.

I see him for what he is.

But this is a chance to get
a monster off the streets.

Which is exactly what
he wants you to think!

You're letting his charm
cloud your judgment.
You're letting

your feelings get in the way
of you doing your job.

I don't have feelings
about this!

(door buzzes)

All right, listen up,
we're gonna do this.

But if I get one whiff
of your crap,

I will stick your ass
in prison so fast

it will reverse the spin
of the Earth.

Are we clear?

Whatever you say, son.

Mm.

Yep. That's Leo's place,
all right.

Not exactly a
bastion of class.

Mm. As opposed to the country
clubs that you hang out in.

Look, our sources say
that Moretti's behind

a holdup at a jewelry show
last month.

Did you hear anything
about that?

You know,
as a matter of fact, I did.

'Cause Leo's two gorillas
were babbling all week long

about scoring some
uncut diamonds.

Two vendors were killed.

If those diamonds
are from that holdup,

then we have Moretti
on theft and murder.

He'll be looking for a buyer.

Which might as well be me.

MURPHY: Joe, Moretti
wants you dead.

You sure
you can sell this?

As long as I have you and
Chicago's finest backing me up.

But there is one little thing.

Course. Here it comes.
I can't go anywhere

near Moretti
without offering him something.

And I think maybe, what, 25
grand ought to do the trick.

There it is.
I'm surprised he didn't shoot

a little bit higher though.
50, 100, maybe?

Hey, do you want
the key to my Rolls?

Son, you just heard
the detective say

Leo wants to kill me.

Now, what do
you propose,

I walk in there with a
big target on my chest?

Okay, look, we could take it
out of the 1505 fund,

but it's gonna take weeks
to approve.

And Moretti's gonna want
to move these rocks soon.

No, no, I'll put up the cash.

It's my money he wants anyway.

(chuckles): Wow, you think
that I want to steal from you?

MURPHY: Guys, just
give it up already.

Gideon, you'll get it back.

We'll inventory
and track the bills.

That's not the only thing
we'll track.

PETE:
With all due respect, Gideon,

your father
cannot wear this.

He might as well
walk in there wearing

an "I'm with
the cops" T-shirt.

So shrink it.

Ankle monitors
are big for a reason.

The tracking equipment,

the security stuff so
people can't take 'em off.

And we need
GPS monitoring.

That's only gonna make it
bigger.
(sighs)

A few years ago,

I made a tracker
for the electronics division.

It was for
extreme mountain climbers.

I was dating one at the time.

Oh, calves like marble.

Anyway,
it was pea-sized,

trackable through an avalanche.

All right, fine. But we're still
gonna need an unbreakable band.

Even titanium would snap...

Carbon nanotubes.

At $50,000 a strand?

You're talking
about spending

half a million bucks
to protect 25 grand.

It's the principle of the thing!

He's got an old watch
that he likes to wear.

We can make a replica.

We? You mean me.

God, it's like you read my mind.

Chicago Police!
Open up!

(locks clicking)

Hey there.

Uh, is your mom home?

She's at work.

Hey, um, do you
know this boy?

We talked to your neighbors;
they said he might live here.

Uh, that's my brother, Luke.

Good. Is, uh, is he here?
Can we talk to him?

Down there.

Okay, thank you.
Thanks.

BRANDT:
Chicago Police.

GOSS:
Looks like Bat Lady was right.

Kid's got a dismantled ignition
right here,

but where the hell is he?

I don't know. Maybe he didn't
tell his sister he was leaving.

Hey!

There. There he is!

Hey! Stop!

GOSS: Freeze!
Chicago Police!

BRANDT:
Stop!

GOSS:
Luke! Stop!

(car alarm blaring)

(engine starts)

Son of a bitch!
(groans)

(electrical beeping)

JOE: Wow. It looks
like the real thing.

Uh-huh.

Except it's not
a cheap piece of crap.

You're not gonna be able
to get it off.

(groans)
Ow.

I just hate doing this
without my lucky watch.

You know, you remember,
you gave it to me.

I gave it I back to you
after you stole it

and said it was
my graduation gift.

You're gonna
get it back, okay?

After we bust Moretti.

And the tracker's good.

Traced him right to this van.

Hear that? So wherever you go,

whatever you say,

we're gonna know about it,
so don't do anything stupid.

And we got a tact team ready,
in case we need to go in.

You ready to go?

Kiss for good luck?

Okay, let's go.

*

* They all wanna be

* Wanna be me

* I got the power to win

* My title I will defend

* Take the crown like a man

* Call 'em Mayweatheren

* I'm nothing less than a ten

* That's why your man
wanna sin... *

MORETTI:
I don't believe it.

I come in peace, Leo.

You're leaving in pieces.
(grunts)

Come on, Leo.
Let me end this guy right now.

Tact team, stay close. This is
gonna get ugly pretty quick.

No, no, no.
Hold on, hold on.

JOE:
Let me just ask you one thing.

You know me,

and you know that
I'm the smartest son of a bitch

that you ever worked with.

Why would I walk in here
and risk my neck

without a good reason?

And perhaps a profitable one.

You've got one minute.

First, a peace offering.

25,000.

Vincent told you
that I was skimming.

Well, in fact,

I was, but I was making
side bets for you, Leo.

And I was hoping
maybe I could come in

and bring you
the winnings in person,

knowing that if I gave it
to No-Neck here,

you'd never see it.

My dad is the only person
who could convince someone

he did him a favor
by stealing from him.

He's not out of the woods yet.

MORETTI:
Fact remains,

you clocked one of my guys
and ran off.

Appreciate the
dough, but, see,

we got a principle
around here that says

that either I got to put
a bullet in you,

or maybe

I give Vince a claw hammer
and I tell him to take his time.

Oh, wait.

All right, that's it.
Tact team, we're going in.

Our C.I.'s in trouble.
We have to extract him now.

GOSS: Come on.
Come on.

JOE: Whoa, wait, hold it.
You don't understand.

Look. The 25 K,
that's just a start.

It's gonna be the end, too.
No, no.

I got some guys, they want to
buy diamonds, 300 G's worth.

* They all wanna be,
wanna be me... *

You have 30
more seconds.

Murphy, Murphy, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I'm not losing another C.I.!

GIDEON:
No, no, no, no, no!

Listen! Hey,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

He's selling Moretti
on the deal.

Listen, listen.

What the hell do you know
about me and diamonds?

It's your boy Vincent again.

Couldn't shut up
the whole week long

about the score.

So I called some contacts
I have in Miami.

They want to set up a deal,
with you.

Who?

Who are they? They're, uh,
they're diamond guys.

They're Israelis.

And they're leaving the country,

and they want to do
this thing tomorrow.

VINCE:
Boss, come on with this.

Shut up! He wouldn't know
anything about this if it wasn't

for your big mouth.

(snaps fingers)

You want the rocks?

500 G's.

500? Deal.

* They all wanna be me...

Tomorrow, then.

Stand down! Stand down!

Now get him out of here.

(grunts)

Gideon.
Hi.

Hey, I'm happy I
caught up to you.

Listen, before we
do this today,

I think you really
need to talk to...
Conrad?

I will, don't worry.
I'm gonna talk to him.

I'm talking
about your father.

Murphy, normally I value
your wise perspective

and sage advice,
but that is a terrible idea.

He almost died last night;
that doesn't worry you?

Trust me, this is not

my father's first brush
with a loaded firearm.

Well, maybe he's trying
to redeem himself,

to really change.
Uh-huh, right, right.

Like the greengrocer
redemption of 2001,

where I loaned him 20 grand
to start a produce company

that magically became
a poker game.

Okay.

Or the great
holiday redemption of 2010,

a.k.a. the reason
we stopped speaking,

where he roped two of my board
members into a pyramid scheme

at my company Christmas party.

Had to have him thrown out by
a security team in Santa hats!

Okay. I get it. Can you
please listen to me?

Look, back in the day, I had
a cousin, his name was Marco.

We were very
close as kids.

Later on, he
started dealing.
Murphy...

Every time I would see
Marco, we would argue.

I was trying
to change him.

And finally, I realized
that I couldn't.

I just had to make
peace with who he was.

All right. And you
kumbaya'd it out, I got it.

No. He died.
I was too late.

Some banger shot him before
I could even reach out.

C.I. work is
really dangerous.

You can lose your father.

I do appreciate your concern.

I'm very sorry
about your cousin.

My father's gonna be fine.

I'm a lot more concerned
about my 500 grand.

You brought that
much money in a bag?

Technically,
that's what bags are for,

to carry things, you know.

What? Fine. I'm gonna take it
to the evidence cage right now.

And then you'll
talk to your father?

Yes, then I'll talk
to my father.

*

(sighs)

(laughter)

BRANDT:
Son of a bitch!

(excited chatter)

COBB:
Please,

please say
that it's true.

Please say that you went to
arrest a kid for car theft,

and he stole one
directly in front of you

and you fell in a Dumpster
full of garbage.

Screw you guys.
(laughter)

What are you laughing at?
He got away from you, too.

Yeah, but I didn't
eat garbage.

Oh, real funny.

This kid, he's
stealing cars

left and right, and you idiots
are cheering him on.

You got to admit, man,
that's some serious

Gone in 60 Seconds
stuff. That kid's a pro.

Kid's a criminal.

And you, hot stuff.
Mm-hmm.

Why don't you do
something useful

and put an all call
on the car he took?

Okay, sure.
The one that he stole first,

or the one he stole
right in front of you?

Both. And if you get any hits,
we get him first.

Sure.

(singsongy):
Let's watch it again.

COBB:
Yes, please.

BRANDT:
Son of a bitch!

Joe just got the location
of tonight's meet

from Moretti's people.
Mm-hmm.

It's at a diner
on 54th and Ohio.

We're gonna set up
a perimeter here.

And everyone gets
that they're not

just watching Moretti, right?

I want eyes on my dad
at all times.

I get you're worried
about his safety.

(laughs)
Yeah, well, I'm worried

he's gonna run like a gazelle
on the Serengeti, yeah.

Well, in any case, we got
the whole block covered.

All right.

Have you made nice with him yet?

What? Oh, come on.

You, too? God.

Who else did Murphy tell
to strong-arm me?

For the record,
I think she's right.

You know, me
and my pops,

we used to
fight like crazy

when I was a kid.

Now we shoot the breeze
at least twice a week.

The man is
93 years old.

Talks about the ladies
at the rest home

like he's 60.

Well, if my old man makes it
to the rest home,

the ladies should
watch their pearls.

That's all I'm saying.

Fine. Talk to him.

Bernie.
Have you seen my dad?

Just left. Went
to get a vest.
Vest?

What's he need a vest for?

I thought it was
for your operation.

He said Murphy signed off.

GIDEON: Cobb?
Mm-hmm.

I'm looking for our C.I.

You mean your dad?

Well, I got a call
from somebody.

They wanted him down
in the basement ASAP

for some new surveillance tech.

Wait. Who specifically
called you?

Oh. Uh...

Now that I think about it,
I don't really remember.

You! Hey!

Officer Blond Hair,
open that door, please.

Yes, sir.

(groans)

Yeah, the money's gone.

The money's gone.

Lock this building down!

Everyone, I need all eyes
looking for Joseph Reeves!

We believe he's somewhere
in the building!

Ada, my dad just bounced
with half a million dollars.

Ping the tracker.

I need it's precise location
down to the millimeter.

Yeah, okay, on it.

(computer beeps)
Basement floor.

What? Ba...?
I-I was just there.

Where in the basement?

Yeah, give me a sec.

Your workshop.

Oh!

(computer beeping rapidly)

PETE: Pretty
impressive, actually.

I mean, he bypassed
the alarm.

He used a battery from one
of the Tasers to connect...

I get it, Pete.

Well, I'm just saying, from
a technical standpoint,

it's incredible.

I can see where you
get your talent from.

Yes, okay, my father's a genius.

He defeated my tracker with
my own damn tools, no less.

How long has
it been off?

Uh, it's 20 minutes.

Hey, uh, so I just checked
the security cameras,

and Joe skirted the lock
on the evidence cage.

It's pretty amazing,
actually.

What?
What about
the exterior cameras?

They get anything?

There's a 16-foot lapse
in coverage

on the west side
of the building.

And that is
where he went.

Yeah.

(sighs)

(engine revving)

BRANDT:
Can she even do that?

Can she show my
body-cam footage?

'Cause I'm pretty
sure she can't.

Come on, man.

You'd have done
the same thing.

Remember when Cobb
ate that cockroach?

You rode him for weeks.

Yeah, because I was
actually there.

(laughs)

That was hilarious.

But, you know,
this-this was private.

ADA: 1305, looks like
we've located your suspect.

Stolen vehicle report.

Headed East on 85th
off Crestview.

Copy, Squad.
Look at that.

Looks like she's making it up
to you already.

Let's get this
little bastard.

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(groans)

(horns blaring)

(horns blaring)

Uh-uh, buddy. I got you.

(tires screeching)

Hands up!

Out of the car!

Luke, get out of the car!

Is that the 2016 or 2017?

What?!

Production on the Cadillac CTS-V
began in 2004.

Supercharged V8 engine,

640 horsepower, top speed
of 200 miles per hour.

Does that one have
the magnesium paddle shifters?

What is up with this kid?
(car door opens)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey.
Hey, put your hands up!

Kid, stop!

Yeah.

It's got the paddle shifters.
It's an eight-speed.

3.7 seconds,
zero to 60.

Do have any idea
how much trouble you're in?

Hey, hey, Brandt,
hold on a sec.

Hey, Luke, you go to school?

Yeah? What school
you go to?

I used to go to Multiview,
but now I go to Sunshine.

What the hell difference does it
make what school he goes to?

Sunshine is a school for kids
with developmental disabilities.

Autism,

stuff like that.

My cousin's kid goes there.

So he's like Rain Man?

Would you just shut up?

Hey, Luke,

how about this?

What if we let you sit
in our car?

Can you answer
a few questions for us?

Okay.

LUKE: This is so cool.
(engine revs)

Why'd you run?

You were gonna
take the car away,

but the lady-- she
never washed it.

She used the wrong oil.

But that car
didn't belong to you.

I needed it, for my collection.

What collection?

American cars
from 1965 to 2005.

Okay.

Can we see your collection?

Mm-mm.

Okay, uh...

how's this, kid?

How about, um,

we let you drive us to
the collection in our car?

Wait. What?

Okay. Yeah.

Are you crazy?

We can't let this kid
drive the car.

Hey, he's about to drive us

to God knows how many counts
of felony auto theft.

If you got a better idea,
I'm all ears.

Otherwise, I call shotgun.
(clicks tongue)

All right, facial recognition

running at DuPage
and Midway airports.

Where's the O'Hare feed?

I'm not in the system yet.
Why not?

Because this is
technically illegal, Gideon!

We need FAA approval
to even get access

to these cameras.
Please!

My dad would be
on one of those planes

before we even
pick up the phone.

Get the O'Hare
feed online.
Gideon?

What? What? Hey, hey,
any APB hits on Joe?

No, but I am working
my local contacts.

Local? Murphy, my father
has 500,000 of my dollars

in his possession.

Trust me, he's leaving town.

Ada, pull up Union Station.

MURPHY: Gideon,
you have to listen to me.

You're going about this
all wrong.
Scratch that. Scratch that.

I'm gonna work on the drone,
you look at O'Hare still.

MURPHY:
Gideon, please.

I know you want
to catch your dad,

but you have got to stop
thinking of Joe as your father

and start thinking of him
as a criminal.

What the hell does
that even mean?

Criminals don't just
up and leave their home base,

what they know the best;
and for Joe, that's Chicago.

I think he's still here.

Oh, right, where he's wanted

by both police
and a murderous gangster.

That's my point.

Joe doesn't care about cops,
but he knows

that if he burns Moretti,
he's a dead man.

So you think that he's still
gonna try to do this deal?

That's crazy.
Is it?

'Cause if Joe does this deal,

he walks away with
500 grand in diamonds,

and he stops Moretti
from hunting him

for the rest of his life.
Now, the only problem is

we don't know
where the new location is.

And, obviously, your father's
not gonna go back to the diner.

We know where Moretti is.

Follow him

to the new location, to my dad.

Moretti's impossible to follow.

When there's something going on
this big, like this deal,

he is very careful, and
I'm talking about multiple cars,

heat moves,
countersurveillance.

If any of his guys
see a car follow him,

forget it, deal's off.

Then we'll follow all the cars

with something
he can't see.

(beeping)

Not bad. Not bad at all.

I added the range extenders
and the extra batteries,

but the controls are
a little bit different

than the regular drone,

so I figure if you
train me and Ada...

No, no, no, no, no,
no time for that.

So you just put all these
controls into one panel.

See? Like that.
Yeah, but you...

What? What?
I can handle it.

Gideon, there are
four drones.

I have ten fingers.
He's my dad, all right?

I will catch him.
(beeping)

Mm-hmm.

(drones buzzing)

Mm-hmm. See that?

Just like juggling.

Okay.

Yeah, told you. Easy-peasy.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah,

just keep in mind,
they're still fragile.

(frantic buzzing)

(clattering)

(rapid beeping)

(sighs)

Yeah, okay, well,
you know, I'll practice.

Whoa.

(chuckles)
Yeah, "whoa" is right.

(chuckles)

This is gonna put this kid away
for, like, 30 years.

Think you really
want to do that?

It's not our call.

I mean, I bet you
half of these

aren't even from the 13th.

I mean, either way you put it,
the kid's going away.

Excuse me. I got a call
that you have my son.

You're Luke's mom?

We been trying to reach
you since yesterday.

I'm sorry.
I missed the calls.

I-I work three jobs.

What is going on?

Ma'am, you see these cars?

Your son stole 'em.

Are you sure?
Yeah.

He confessed.
He calls 'em his collection.

Oh, God.

I knew he liked cars, but...

I had no idea.

You have to understand,

he's-he's not like other kids.
GOSS: I know.

I called his school.

So then you got to realize,
he didn't know that

what he was doing was wrong.
BRANDT: We understand, ma'am,

but, um, I-I just doubt

a prosecutor's gonna
see it that way.

Prosecutor?

Yeah.

He can't go to jail.

(voice breaking):
It'll kill him.

Please, I am begging you.

Please don't do this.

Hey, Luke?

Hey, is there

any car you can't steal?

Uh... collect?

No. Some cars are harder.

Keyless cars are hard,
but I, um...

I figured out a way
to trick the...

Yeah. I don't
need the details.

Hey, Mom.

Hi, baby.

Hey, you know that car theft
class they teach at the garage?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I'm thinking Luke's
skills might be valuable.

I got a friend over
at the A.S.A.'s office.

Could give a call.

What you think?

I think it would be
one hell of a bust.

Make the call.

(Brandt sighs)

CONRAD: What are you doing
here exactly?

Pretty simple.

Moretti's in
the strip club, there.

When he leaves to do the deal,
he's gonna send

a bunch of cars out, and I'm
gonna follow them with these.

And you're gonna control
these by yourself?

Sending the micros

over to you
now, Murphy.

(beep)

MURPHY:
Copy that.

(drones buzzing)

MURPHY: (chuckles) Cute.
Cute?!

They're not cute.

They're powerful instruments
of espionage.

Whatever.

As long as they're fast.

Moretti will be leaving
any second.

Are you sure
you can do this?

Yes, yes, yes.
I can and I will.

Please, everybody,
stop asking that question.

This is it.
They're on the move.

First car's heading

south on Ohio,
the second car's heading north.

Copy that.

Okay, piece of cake.

A third car's coming out.

Someone keep eyes
on that one, please.

It took a left on 26th.

Please don't let
there be a fourth car.

Why?

Three is his
magic number.

Dude, I can hear you.
Yeah, well...

Okay, we've got a fourth car.

Damn it!

Give me one second.

Maybe we should get
some follow cars

out on the road.
Absolutely not.

I almost got it.

ADA:
Wait, where did four go?

CONRAD
I don't see it.

Number three is locked.
Where's four?

We lost eyes on it.

There.

(sighs)

GIDEON:
We are now

trailing all four cars.

Nice work.

So far.

(car alarm chirps)

Oh, whoa!

MURPHY:
Gideon, be careful.

I am, I am.

I'm going
four different directions here.

Ada, can you pull anything
based on their driving patterns?

Yeah. Yeah,
a couple of the cars

are just driving in circles.
CONRAD: Doesn't
tell us anything.

Just means they're trying
to throw off any follow cars.

Whoa, whoa, Pete!

The signals are shaky!

Why are the signals
getting shaky?

'Cause they're not
designed for this.

Their signal can't handle
four cars

over five square miles.

We got to weed out
the decoys.

Anyone see anything
in those cars

resembling Moretti?
MURPHY: I'm trying,

but the back windows
are too tinted.

(grunts, pants)

(inhales sharply)

MURPHY:
Ada, punch in on the second car.

Moretti's in car number two.

GIDEON:
What? How do you know that?
The driver.

They all have drivers.

He looks nervous, okay?

You don't look stiff like that
if you're just a decoy.

You look like that
if the boss is in the car.

That sounds pretty unscientific.

I don't care how it sounds.
We need to make a decision here,

and I've followed a hell of
a lot more bad guys than you.

GIDEON:
Fine. Number two it is.

Pete, I'm losing the rest.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

*

GIDEON:
Suspect is in place.

(laughs)

Nice work, Detective.

MURPHY: Save the props
until we make an arrest.

It's not over
till we bring this guy down.

(siren wailing)

GIDEON:
My father used to sneak me

into the zoo when I was a kid.

Now, he knows that place
like the back of his hand.

All right,
we're in position.

Any sign of Joe?

No. Still M.I.A.

Starting to think
this is maybe just

my father's parting "screw you"
to a guy who wants to kill him.

Joe's too smart
to poke the bear.

Trust me, he'll show.

Uh-huh. And then if he doesn't,

can we still get Moretti
on intent?

It'll never stick.

We need to see him take the
money and hand off the diamonds.

(chuckles) Great.

So it all hinges
on my missing father.

Geez, just like every day
of my childhood.

MORETTI:
This S.O.B. doesn't show up,

I'm gonna kill him.

Hell, I might kill him
even if he does show up.

Screw this. Let's go.

It's colder than hell out here.

GIDEON:
All right,

Moretti's calling it. Told you.

MURPHY: Gideon?
Once again,

my father has managed
to screw everybody.

He's here.

(carousel music playing)

Holy crap. You were right.

Don't act so surprised.

All right,
once they make the exchange,

we move in.

MORETTI:
Go check the back.

Change the place on me,

now you're late?

Relax, Leo. Relax.

Just trying to be careful,
for your sake as well as mine.

The night guard here--
he's an old pal of mine.

Besides, what
I got in here

is well worth waiting for, okay?

400 G's.

400? I said five.

Five?

No. Originally,
we said three.

Is he actually trying
to rip Moretti off now?

MORETTI:
No, you said three. I said five.

And I also told you
what I would do to you

if you tried to screw me
on this.
Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, now. Whoa.

Gideon, if he doesn't
lower that gun,

we have to move in.

JOE: All right.
Here's the thing, Leo.

The Israelis--
they only brought three.

But there's an extra
100 grand in here,

and that's from me.

They told me that
they would pay me back.

You and I both know I'll
never see that money again,

but I wanted to deliver
as much as I could for you.

All right?

So you got two choices.

We do the deal for 400,

which is more than
those rocks are worth,

or you go ahead
and shoot me.

Kill me. Take everything.

You're gonna have to deal
with the Israelis, though.

I can handle anyone.
Sure, you can.

Of course you can.

But I know these guys,

and it could get
really, really messy.

All right? Besides,

you're a big businessman;
you got a lot on your plate.

I mean, that's a lot of hassle
for a measly hundred grand.

CONRAD:
Damn.

He's good.
Oh, no, no, no.

My dad is the
Picasso of BS.

Okay. 400.

But you and I
are finished.

I don't give a crap
how smart you are.

Moretti's in. Murphy,

get ready.
JOE: I get it.

Sorry it had to turn out
like this.

I see the diamonds.

MORETTI:
The money.

Murphy, now!

CPD! Drop your weapons!

You lying piece of...

(carousel music playing)

COBB:
Chicago police! Stop!

MURPHY:
Freeze!

Stop right there!

MURPHY:
Drop your weapon.

COBB:
Hands in the air!

I got you, big guy.
Come here. Come here!

Leo Moretti,
you're under arrest!

Finally. Stay on the ground.
GIDEON: Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on. Where is he?

Murphy, Murphy,
where's my father?!

Does anybody have eyes on Joe?

OFFICER:
Negative.

(handcuffs clicking)

OFFICER 2:
Nothing here.

GIDEON:
Okay, okay. Wait.

One second. He's got to be here.
He's got to be here.

He's here.

He's...

I...

I...

Damn it!

Morning.

(sighs) Uh...

That's a weird expression,
isn't it?

I never know whether it means
you're having a good morning

or you wish
that the other person's

having a good morning.
You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.
Why wouldn't I be?

Caught a major criminal
yesterday.

Only cost me a hundred grand

and being humiliated
by my father

for the millionth time.

I'm so sorry
that we let Joe get away.

I mean, I...

(sighs) You know what?
There's no excuse.

Don't. No. That's--
Don't beat yourself up.

That's what he does.

He disappears.
Done it my whole life.

Just like David Copperfield,
without the money.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah.

I'll be fine.

I'm gonna get some air,
call my driver, go for a ride.

Don't.

I'll take you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I'd like that.

(tool whirring)

This one is the...
2017.

Naturally aspirated.
All-wheel drive.

Seven-speed automatic.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

All that matters to me
is that this model's

supposed to be
impossible to break...

(electronic beeps, chirps)

...into.

Holy hell.

(chuckles): Told
you he was good.

And he can fix them, too.

BRANDT: Yeah, cars went
back to their owners

in better shape than
when he took them.

How long do we have him?
36 months.

Every day after school.

Then can I hire him full-time?

If you know what's good for you.

You seriously grew up here?

I thought it would be bigger.

(sighs)

Well...

my dad was a con artist.

Makes it kind of hard
to get a mortgage, so...

Is your mom still here?

Uh, she passed away
when I was in high school.

Gideon, I'm sorry to hear that.

No, it was
a long time ago.

Cervical cancer, so...

I remember thinking
the one good thing about it

was, uh, I wouldn't have to lie
to her for my dad anymore.

He... he couldn't have
been all that bad.

He did put you
through MIT.

(laughs)

Right, right, right.
He put me...

You know how
I got through MIT?

Uh, when my mom died,

she wanted her life insurance
to pay my tuition.

Yeah.
Instead...

my father blew it
on a sure thing at the track.

And I was so pissed...

that I built a rocket.

(chuckles)

To get myself
the hell off any planet

that he was living on.

And anyway, I sold it.

That's what paid
for college.

Somehow, in my father's
twisted logic,

that counts
as putting me through MIT.

Look, I know you don't
want to hear this, but,

you know, sometimes,

it's the people that
piss you off the most

that drive you the most.

I think your dad actually
makes you better.

It's kind of a miracle,

actually, you didn't turn
into a con man, too.

Well, who's to say I haven't?

I convinced you I could run
a police station, right?

(phone vibrating)

Hello.

Gideon, it's me.
(lively music playing)

Where the hell are you?

Look, Gideon, I know you hate me
right now, but come on.

We both knew that I was gonna
do things my way, right?

And you got your diamonds back,

and you got your bad guy,
didn't you?

And you got away with
a hundred grand of my money,

so everyone wins, right?

Well, I am never gonna be
father of the year,

but at least I care enough to...

What?

Steal from me?

Embarrass me in front of
an entire police district?

Look, I'm sorry
you feel that way, son.

I'm very proud of you, okay,

and everything
that you've accomplished.

I know that I'm a screwup, but
I'm never gonna have to regret

the way that you turned out
in spite of me.

You've become a great man.

So, listen,
I just want to say...

I love you, son.

I love you.

Very much.

* If I only knew

GIDEON: Dad? Dad?
* What I could do

* To make you,
make you love me... *

Hey, Dad?

* To make you,
make you love me *

* To make you, make you
love me. *

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