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Let's celebrate.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

That'll mop up. It's fine.

Each of us getting what he deserves.

I'm sorry.

Hello, pilgrims!

Intruder alert. Intruder alert.

Wait, what?

Intruder alert. Intruder alert.

- Intruder alert.
- What the hell is... Oh, God.

What?

Hey, can you help out a little bit?

Someone tripped my alarm.

Oh, it's Hurley.

Hello?

I am so sorry.

Don't move.

'Cause I just found out that fog
definitely causes memory loss.

There was fog?

What does that... Ow!

Okay, there you go.
You should be good.

Geez.

Frickin' security...

Where are you guys?

Uh, we're a little delayed.

Here, Sophie can explain it.

Huh? Oh.

Hey.

We got ourselves a runaway.

Our mark took off on us.

- Did you close them?
- No.

- The take was three million.
- We only got two.

Is he wise?

No, I hope not.

We need to find him and
get that last million.

Look, just make yourself comfortable.

We'll be... Well, we're
less than an hour away.

Where are they?

Where are the
Lundermeyers? Is that them?

Tell them they're not gonna see their

friend again if I don't get my money!

I'm not their friend.
I'm looking for them too!

The line's dead.

So, the Lundermeyers got you too?

Hook, line and sinker.

It seemed so legit.

I know, right? "The system."

With me, they called it "the process."

Next guy, they'll probably
call it "the method."

That's how they keep us from
finding each other, you know?

Because, this, this is
their worst nightmare.

Lucky I found their hideout.

Well, I'm lucky I found you.

I'm Mark.

Clay.

Oh, what's up?

I can't... I can't reach Hurley.

Something's happened with our runaway.

I know.

Wh...

The door was unlocked because I

had to disable the system for Hurley.

Well, at least we know
where Clay is now.

- Wait, he has a gun.
- Hurley knows what to do.

He's gonna cool off the mark.

What?

You know, the parts in a con?

The mark, the roper, the inside man.

This is the cooler.

In the very unlikely event that the

mark finds the crew after the blowoff,

someone has to stay behind, convince

him to accept his losses and move on.

That he is a bold risk-taker whose

next fortune is just
around the corner.

How the hell is he gonna do that?

Well, everybody has their
own distinctive style.

See?

It's not your fault
you lost that money.

Just like it's not your
fault your father left.

He could never accept anyone's love.

I can see that now.

Aw, here. Here, here, here.

Let it out.

Let it all out.

Every car that's been anywhere
has a few dents, few scratches.

Doesn't mean it's a junker.

Just means it needs
a little restoration.

Kinda like you.

Go start it up.

You know what I always say.
You can't grow until you...

go!

- So, what's Hurley's style?
- Well, he's never done it.

As far as I know, he's always

on the first flight
out after the gloat.

I'm not sure he'd be up to it
in the best of circumstances,

but in light of Rio...

Look, there's a reason we send Hurley

across the world to
help our crews, right?

He's a pro.

I bet he's taking Clay
out for tacos right now.

We're gonna get our money back.

- Yeah.
- Find the Lundermeyers.

- Find the blonde.
- Find the cowboy.

We're gonna make 'em all pay.

Make 'em pay.

Make 'em pay!

- Make 'em pay!
- Make 'em pay!

So, how'd the Lundermeyers
rope you into the "process"?

I saw it work.

I invested 17K into cattle futures

and they turned it into 50 like that.

That's a big return.

Why didn't you walk away?

I couldn't.

I had to go all in.

All in with the money he embezzled
from our clients, a church.

Look, I know you're trying to
match his energy right now,

but it's time to...
...start cooling him down.

And find the last million he stashed.

I wanna go home. It smells
like a barn in here.

- Reverend Dupree.
- We'll talk about it later.

You don't look like
a man with good news.

We're nearly there.

Well, I wish that was enough.

The real estate company
dropped this off this morning.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No. No, they can't do that.

Well, apparently they can if we don't

come up with all the
money by midnight.

That lot across the street is
gonna be a community center.

It's not gonna be an office park.

Well, it would be if we hadn't trusted

Clay Chapman with our nest egg.

Every time I asked for it
back, he had another excuse.

It was tied up, it couldn't
be liquidated right now.

His boss wouldn't
even return my calls.

We were Clay's client. We trusted him.

And to find out it's all lies, that

he was gambling with our money.

He came to this church
with his family as a boy.

I officiated his mother's funeral.

I-I'm usually a good
judge of character.

But I did not see this
in Clay. Not at all.

Well, nothing shocks
me anymore, Reverend.

And it may sound
odd for me to say this

to you, but... have faith.

- Find anything?
- Nothing.

I have no clue where they are.

I mean, what is this place?

My guess?

Lundermeyers are just squatting here.

We need to figure out our next move.

How far are you willing to
go to get your money back?

I need to know.

I'll do whatever it takes.

After what happened to me,
I got nothing left to lose.

Okay.

'Cause things might get ugly.

I wanna run "the Wepner."

That-That is literally

the opposite of what
you should be doing.

Does that sound like a guy who's

ready to accept his
losses and move on?

What do you have in mind?

Let's take him on a quest.

Get him close to the truth,
but just out of reach.

We need to close him today.

And find that last million dollars.

Oh, we will.

See? Told ya.

We wait long enough, one of
'em would come crawling back.

- Cowboy.
- Ha!

Yeah, you got any hot tips on
some cattle futures for us, Tex?

You guys are making a mistake.

The only mistake here is you not
running when you had the chance!

You gotta sell it.

You emptied the gun, right?

Okay, all right. Listen to me!

You guys have got it wrong.

- Where are the Lundermeyers?
- Where's my money?

I don't know!

You think I'm playing games with you?

Listen to me.

Put the gun down.

Not until you tell us the truth!

I... The truth is-is I
don't know the Lundermeyers.

Okay? I-I... We-We were all freelance.

- Then what are doing here?
- I got stiffed, just like you two!

He's lying.

Ah, maybe. But what are we gonna do?

I'm gonna... I'm
gonna shoot his kneecaps!

- I-I... Hey, hey.
- Whoa, whoa.

- He, uh... He doesn't know anything.
- How do you know?

Just look at him.

You think this gorilla could come up

with something as
sophisticated as this?

I mean, he's not worth the bullets.

Sorry.

Maybe he doesn't know
where the Lundermeyers are,

- but he knows something.
- Oh.

Tell us!

Don't you ever...

It's okay.

The blonde.

Maybe she knows something.

Maybe you could have more
luck with her than I did.

Where is she?

Oh, she's headed to
your office right now,

so she can get the rest of the

money that you kept out of the deal.

- My office.
- Wait.

No.

You been drinking. I
can smell it on ya.

What are you? My sponsor?

No, I'm not your sponsor.
I'm your partner. All right?

And I'll be damned
if I'm gonna let you

cost the client three million dollars

from bad decisions.

- I know what I'm doing. Yeah.
- You do?

These are blanks.

Give him back the
gun. He'll trust you.

How'd you know
what kind of gun it was?

I saw it in the surveillance footage.

Hurley, don't lose
him. Don't lose him.

Real estate, huh?

Yep. Acquisitions, syndication,

and we've just got into development.

Ooh, waterfront.
That's high-end stuff.

Our flagship property.
Or at least it was.

"Was"?

We hit a rough patch.

This whole office was
full a few months ago.

I just wanna make sure
it's done right this time.

Of course.

I mean, today's your last day.
Let's end on a good note, huh?

I'll triple-check it, Mr. Eiger.

What did Eiger want?

Does it matter anymore?

Oh. Uh, Denise, this is Mark.

Does he wanna buy a
unit in phase four?

No, no. He-He's not a client.

Clay and I are into cattle futures.

Cattle? Um. As in meat?

Moo.

I don't know anything about that.

I barely understand this stuff.

When I was a parking attendant,

the hardest job I had was
keeping everyone's keys straight.

Denise, y-you're the
best salesperson here.

I appreciate everything you have done.

I was...

Guess it doesn't matter anymore.

What is it?

It's a sound coming
from Eiger's office.

Oh. No cops.

We'll check it out.

Yeah. It's probably nothing.

Will you be here later?
It's my last day.

Wouldn't miss it.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Someone in your family deaf?

No.

Gates are aligned.

Fence falls into place.

All right. We've got passports,

property deeds, and
a green file folder.

What should I choose?

Uh, I thought you were just
there for the near miss?

Well, I had to take something
to make it look convincing.

All right. Eeny, meeny, miny,
mo, catch a folder by its toe.

It's the blonde.

Damn it!

We lost her.

No, we didn't.

- Little help?
- Vents.

Why'd it have to be vents?

I see her up ahead!

Right behind you.

To each of us
getting what he deserves.

- Jesus. Oh, Jesus. H-Hang on.
- Help. Help!

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Hold-Hold my arm. Come on.

I got you. I got you.
I got you. I got you. I got you.

Holy smokes.

Okay. Let's go the other way.

Well, if that ain't a
sign, I don't know what is.

A sign?

To give up.

Live to defraud another day.

You're a smart guy.

Do I look legit to you?

Yeah, you're a hustler.
Just like the Lundermeyers.

And you.

Come on, man.

You don't expect me to believe

that you gave your life
savings to the Lundermeyers.

All your little dimes and
quarters from your piggy bank.

Nah. That was your score from

some other hustle that you ran, right?

Right?

Yeah! Right.

Yeah.

Only they took your score from you.

You got out-hustled.
Nothing to be embarrassed about.

It's the circle of crime, man.

But I got a nice

little Medicare scam
cooking in Montana.

I can get you in on the ground floor.

Why would you do that?

I got a good eye for talent.

You got a gift for the grift, kid.

You don't mind getting
your hands dirty. Right?

Our next fortune is
just around the corner, my friend.

So, that's cooling off the mark?

I'm putting him on the send.

Almost there.

Now, get us that last million.

We're not the same.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Where you going?

To the cops.

They're gonna ask you
questions you don't wanna answer.

I don't care what happens
to me. We're done.

Tracker's on, Breanna.
You got a signal?

Yep. Uh, the nearest police
station is a ten-minute walk.

That means we have five.

Eliot! Drive!

Where's Clay?

Um, he's about two minutes away.

Maybe we'll get lucky
and this guy will be out.

Yeah, I don't think this guy's

gonna leave his
chair if it was on fire.

- We can't do this here.
- Why not?

Because Lancer's got his
whole career ahead of him.

Who the hell are you?

Detective Avilla. Detective
Peck. Internal Affairs.

So what? You wanna just parade
him in front of everyone?

And what's this about?

Fine. We'll do it your way.

You got a place... Quiet place where

we could have a little talk privately?

Not until you tell me what's going on.

Buddy, here's the
thing about the Internet.

Nothing truly ever goes away.

You got a little thirsty.
You wanted to wet your beak.

Let me guess. Everybody
was doing it, right?

The only question is do you
want everyone else to know?

Uh... There's a bar around the corner.

Brannigans.

There's a back room.

So what? You want us to just
walk outta here with you?

Wait for us at the bar.

Don't talk to anybody.
Don't say anything.

He's here.

Okay, you gotta go
before Clay makes you.

Okay, you tell me
how a bakery with the

same loaf of moldy bread in the window

grosses 50K a month. I'll wait.

All right. Well, you can tell
me or you can tell the judge.

- What?
- I'm looking for Detective Dale Lancer.

That's me.

I'm Clay Chapman, and
I'm the victim of fraud.

- Sophie's benching me, isn't she?
- Don't take it too hard.

I don't know what buttons were gonna

work on a guy that defrauds a church.

Okay, why does a guy like
that learn sign language?

I mean, he was signing with his
coworker. Seemed like a beginner.

Deaf people have money too.

Nah. There's something about
this guy I'm not seeing.

Uh, there's something
that we're not seeing.

Breanna, you've got company.

So that's it. I tracked
them to their HQ, but they were...

Who the hell are you?

Uh, a very
proud, very gay Black woman.

And I did not get my
shield by explaining

myself to pterodactyls like you.

Do you want me to call the captain?

My mistake.

I mean... I mean, you see
what I gotta deal with.

Anyway... I
know the crew that hit you.

- You do?
- Yes.

"Carl, Veronica Lundermeyer."
Wanted by Interpol.

And they've left a lot of
dead bodies in their wake,

so you should consider yourself lucky.

I have to find them.

Is there anything you can
tell me? Anything at all.

Mr. Chapman, I will not
have your death on my conscience.

If they turn up, I'll call.

Geez.

What? Oh, so now you have receipts
of the moldy pumpernickel.

Okay, he's hooked. You're up, Sophie.

Hurley's drinking again.

He's going through a lot right now.

Yeah.

And those feelings can
go inwards or outwards,

both of which are dangerous.

He can handle it.

I appreciate your faith in him.
I'm just saying. Tread lightly.

I speak from experience.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Where's my money, Veronica?

You want your money?

Take it.

You wanna shoot me?

Go ahead. I got nothin' anyway.

Where's Carl?

Carl?

Carl double-crossed me.

After everything I've done for him.

He never loved me at all.

I'll turn you in.

You'll spend the rest
of your life in jail.

Go ahead!

But you can... kiss your
three million goodbye.

Three... no.

No. I kept a million out of the deal.

That's what Carl wanted you to think.

It's what he wanted us all to think.

But he got it all. He got it all.

This is Clay Chapman.

I'm checking my balance.

The passcode is "SNOWGLOBE."

Dangge, Herr Chapman. Hold please.

And once again, thank you for

banking with Bretscher Bank of Zurich.

Is that Swiss?

Herr Chapman? I'm afraid
your balance is zero.

- Okay, Sophie.
- Yes.

Breanna got the last
million. Put him on the send.

I know where he is.

I can tell you.

I don't want anything.

I just want him to suffer.

It's too late.

No, no, no, hey. You're
gonna blow our cover.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's

okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Mark, what are you doing here?

Veronica
Lundermeyer's a stone-cold killer.

You think I'm gonna let you throw
your life away? Ah-ah-ah-ah.

Stay back.

It doesn't matter. Don't you see?

- See what?
- I didn't do it for me,

I did it for Denise.

She's in trouble and I'm
the only one who can help.

It's all right man, I
know what that's like.

It's okay.

It's all right, buddy.

No, no.

We have all the client's
money. Okay? The job is done.

Church gets its community center,

50 beds for the unhoused, we won.

I was in a truck for
hours with a live chicken.

I deserve a shower.

I can't believe this.

Has the mark been cooled down? Has he?

It's not an exact science,
Jack. He's no longer a threat.

He's wandering around the
French Quarter broken.

He's not a bad guy.

- He's me.
- You?

Yeah. Legit guy borrows his
client's money to help someone.

Gets in over his head.

Nate saved me.

And I want to save Clay.

Save him from what?

Losing the love of his life.

We don't do that.

Yes we do. We did. In Italy. Remember?

The Cyrano Crew disbanded
eight years ago...

Wait. There was a Leverage crew
that did love cons? With gelato?

Two of the couples are still
together. They send me cards.

Out of like, 40,
Parker. Why don't you...

I think we all know
what this is about.

What are you talking about?

We know what happened in Rio.

It's not your fault.

Oh, yeah?

I'm in the middle of the gloat,

the mark runs into
traffic and kills himself.

Whose fault was it?

The guy was selling phony treatments
to stage 4 cancer patients.

I'd say karma wanted a word.

Look, "You have power over
your mind, not outside events.

You realize this and
you'll find strength."

Marcus Aurelius.

It just feels like this man's path

of self-destruction is triggering you.

You know what?

I don't need your Stoic
philosophy or your psychoanalysis.

I'm gonna help Clay. I'll
do it alone if I have to.

Wait.

You heard the man.

Hurley, run it.

Come on! Let's go. I got it.

You wanna not touch
it with your hands?

- I know how to do it.
- This is sensitive, Hurley. I'm not...

That's from, like, Wednesday.

Okay. Wait. Hold on.

- Behold!
- Behold?

We do not say, "behold."

- No, no. Up there.
- Oh.

Behold.

Denise Ballard.

Now, Denise worked a parking
garage at Clay's office building

until he convinced his boss, Barry

Eiger, to give her
a shot at real estate.

Climbing the ladder.
How did it work out?

Pretty great, actually.

She's a natural.

In fact, she landed the
company's biggest-ever whale.

An offshore client who
bought the penthouse

at their primo development in Biloxi.

All right, well Biloxi was
hit by Hurricane Diane.

That's why this is what
the condo looks like now.

Unfortunately,

Eiger didn't have his project insured.

Now, Denise didn't know that.
But her client lost everything.

And of course, Eiger
blamed it all on her.

Ah. So, Clay felt responsible,

- borrowed his client's money...
- Embezzled.

...gambled with it, gave it back

to Denise's client to save her job.

Only it was too late.

They forced Denise to resign.

She's afraid she's going to jail, so

she's moving in with
her mom in Seattle.

She never thought she belonged on

the 14th floor. And now she knows it.

Wait. So, we con the boss
into letting Denise stay.

And then Clay doesn't
lose the love of his life.

- Exactly.
- We don't do that.

- We don't do...
- Run like the wind.

First, I get punched by Hurley.

Then I gotta make an almond

buttercream cake in
less than two hours.

I have to separate
yolks. I gotta whisk.

And this thing needs time to set up.

Mmm, and it's delicious.

Remember, stay off Clay's
radar, everybody's been burned.

Uh, let's... let's hear
it for Denise. Huh?

And... and wish her well in
her next chapter in life.

- Yep.
- Uh, oh. Thank you.

See, I'll just, uh... yeah.

Wow.

Just diagonal like that?

Just a... a... a... thanks.

- Uh, the guest of honor.
- Thank you so much.

Thank you guys.

I don't think this is a good idea.

You just gonna let Denise
walk out of here, forever?

I made a mess of her life.

Maybe she was happier parking cars.

No way.

You saw something in her
that nobody else did.

And you were right.

I don't know what to say.

No. Don't worry. I do.

What is that?

Stick it in your ear.
I'll explain later.

Oh, my God.

We've got Hurley and
Clay on a separate channel.

Okay, Clay is clear.

Sophie, Harry, you're up.

Okay. Going from grifters to
real estate. Any adjustments?

Mmm. Twenty percent
more reprehensible.

I could be an evil lawyer again.

- Mr. Eiger.
- Can I help you?

- Veronica... Lundermeyer.
- And Carl.

Number one in residential real
estate from Tampa to St. Pete.

Actually, we're here to
see this gorgeous creature.

Can we borrow her for a sec?

- Just a sec.
- Oh, don't worry sweetheart.

You're not on the clock anymore, come.

Carl and Veronica are very
excited about your future.

I'm going to be the
voice in your head.

But don't be afraid to go off script.

Hey, hey.

The most important thing
is speak from your heart.

Why are you doing this for me?

I lost everything.

Something good's got
to come of it, right?

You want to hire me?

That cake says, "Goodbye," doesn't it?

Well.

Mmm.

Veronica and Carl
Lundermeyer say, "Hello."

As long as you bring that big pod
of whales with you.

Oh. It was just one whale.
Didn't work out so well.

Well, that wasn't your fault,
your boss threw you under the bus.

With us, you're family.

Look. I couldn't do
it even if I wanted to

there's a... what's it, what is
it called, um... a noncompete.

No, no, no, no, no. It turns
out that doesn't apply to you.

That doesn't apply to you.

You're not a licensed broker,
you're a sales associate.

Turns out Eiger was
just trying to save

a buck by hiring
you out of the garage.

Mmm. Well, guess what?

Now, you can steal every
single client in this place

and there's not a damn
thing he can do about it.

Remember.

Family.

Eiger's hurt.

Okay.

You're up, Cyrano.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

But if I tell her how I

feel, then I'll know how she feels.

That's how it works.

She's moving to Seattle
tonight, so what's the point?

Listen to me.

You risked everything to save her job.

What was it all for?
This moment. Right now.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- You ready?

- You ready? Go!
- Mm-hmm.

Come on!

That's good cake.

Little lemon juice.

I've outdone myself.

Denise. I'm glad I caught you...

Mr. Eiger. I need to
have a word with Denise.

Of course.

Just, uh, stop by my office
before you go. It is important.

Okay.

Hi.

I was worried I'd miss you.

I want to thank you for
getting me out of the garage.

You didn't have to stick
out your neck for me.

You don't need to thank me. It
was actually selfish on my part.

Selfish?

When I gave you my
keys in the morning,

I didn't want to wait until the
end of the day to see you again.

Okay. You got this, Clay.

You got... you got this
Clay, keep going.

- Parker.
- Shh.

Clay's about to tell Denise
he's in love with her.

What?

Any ideas why there's two contract

killers here at Denise's
goodbye party?

They call her Party
Girl. Identity unknown.

Heard of her.

Balloons like a mask.

With helium. Mmm.

Ah. Let me guess,
they call this guy...

- Yep, the Janitor.
- The Janitor.

Janitor. Janitor.

Okay. His name is Nathan Clegg.

Um, he hits his targets working
late, then he cleans up.

Code names with a
theme. Ugh, gimmicky.

Who's next? The IT Guy?

The IT Guy's serving a
life sentence in Serbia.

How about a little help trying
to figure out why they're here?

The... the folder that you stole

from the boss's safe, what was in it?

Financials but we
didn't look through it.

You know the file was just a... decoy.

Decoy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Um...

Uh, no... oh, no.

You're doing great, buddy. Now
tell her you don't want her to go.

You can't leave.

Clay, there's nothing
for me here anymore.

Yes, there is.

Are we sure the target is Denise?

Positive. Denise's offshore client

who lost his shirt is a
front for one of the cartels.

And they sent two hitters.

All right.

Sophie, Harry, break up the party.

Hurley, get the
lovebirds somewhere safe.

Hey, how you doing?

Working hard, huh? I get it, man.

What?

I bet you could use
a piece of cake, huh?

You're going to need
more than that, boy.

Huh.

I don't understand.
What are you trying to say?

I'm saying there are people
here to kill you. What?

- What?
- Hi.

Hi, Mark.

We should go. This way. Stay low.

What?

Who wants to make some real money?

- Five, ten, twelve. Listen up!
- Huh?

There is a 50,000 dollar bonus to the

first eleven of you who sign with us,

- right now.
- Come on, come on, come on.

- Oh.
- That's for you.

- Welcome to the A-team.
- Excited?

This is now going to be
the best days of your life.

And that's for you. Welcome aboard.

Oh, you're a winner.

You ready to make some money?
You ready to have a good time?

- Welcome to the A-team.
- I see you.

Welcome to major leagues.

Uh... what's going on?

What does it look like? We're
raiding you, Barry!

Wai...

Shh.

Uh, guys.

We should take the stairs.

No. The express elevator
goes straight to the garage.

They'll hear the elevator doors open.

- They'll catch us on the stairs.
- Guys, guys...

I don't... I don't know
what you're saying.

The balloon lady is trying to kill us.

Knife beats paper.
Bubble Wrap beats knife.

Listen to me.

I don't want to do this.

You don't want to do this.

It's been a long day.

Hurley, what's your 20?

I made it to the garage

but... I lost Clay and Denise.

Of course. There's always a third.

What, no gimmick?

Really got to work on
your branding, pal.

Where is she?

I'm not going to tell you.

No one else is going
to die on my watch.

Hurley? It's about to get loud.

They're always all...

I know right, they're always...

Hurley? It's about to get loud.

Hey, I'm all right, guys,

in case anyone's worried about me.

Cops are on their way.

Eliot, where are you?

You know exactly where I'm at.

That's good cake.

You weren't really gonna
move to Tampa, right?

That couple? They were weird.

Nice work, Cyrano.

Ah, that was all Clay.

He just needed a little encouragement.

Shame that the guy responsible
is getting away with it though.

- Who? Eiger?
- Yeah.

I wouldn't worry about him.

I swear I've never seen
that file before in my life.

We found it right on that pile.

Care to explain why
you've been sitting

on a slam dunk of a
money laundering case?

I'll prove it to ya. I'll
arrest this Eiger guy right now.

I'll give 'em a flipping cartel...

Okay, then I just have one question.

- What?
- How'd he find us?

Ooh. So sorry, sir. You
all right there?

- What?
- Yeah.

You know
Hardison's taking time off, right?

- To figure stuff out.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I promised I'd
think about my stuff too.

Why I do it. I love stealing
stuff. Not changing that.

- Of course.
- I like running the crews.

You're good at it.

But I was thinking maybe I
try the other part of the job.

You know? The feelings part.

Wait, so, you wanted to help Clay?

Mmm, I knew Clay wasn't a bad guy,

but he wasn't who I was worried about.

So, the mark that needed
cooling off was me.

Mm-hmm.

Can't grow till you go.

Mmm.

And so what? Stopping the blood
bath was just a happy accident?

Oh, no.

That was all you.

You found someone to save
and it's who you are.

Thank you, buddy.

- You know...
- Hmm?

- ...I could bring back the Cyrano Crew.
- Ooh!

It just needs better branding.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Like, uh, "Stealing Hearts."

- Ah. Hmm.
- Or, um, "Pilferers of Passion."

Ah.

"Love Igniters."

- Huh?
- "Romance Raiders."

Ooh, that's so good.

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Matt and his team are

about to launch free global Internet.

But about 50% of the investments in

Galactica are from anonymous crypto.

We get one of the execs
to flip on Matt Sandry

and expose the money laundering.

They mentioned a retreat.

Yeah, it's just some
cabins out in the woods.

- Help me. He's coming!
- Who-Who's coming?

What happened...

What is this place?

A bunch of young people

in a creepy log cabin.

This is gonna be fun.

Then we burn the whole place down.

Let's go steal a horror flick.