All language subtitles for Private Eyes s03e01_English

- Previously on Private Eyes.
- It's the one-year anniversary
of our very first case.

You're part of this firm, might
as well have your name on it.

- Italy is gonna
change your life.

- Thanks, Dad. I love it.
- Ms. Everett's being charged

with espionage. Your partner
stole top-secret data.

- How did I miss this?
- She had us both fooled.

- My name is Dana Hudson.
I'm afraid of what other photos

he might have of me.
- Where are these photos?

- They're on a hard drive in
the main computer lab on
the fifth floor.

- That guy pretending to be
my buddy's brother,

he was in on it too.
- So the whole thing,

sexual harassment,
the invasion of privacy,

her father's illness...
- Was all fake.

She knew it would push your
buttons, so she exploited it.

- You have no idea
how much this means.

- It's a scam! They were keeping
us apart to split our focus.

Please tell me you didn't
give her the hard drive.

(siren)
- Drop the phone! Now!

- Ready to go?
- So ready.

- What are we gonna do?
- I'm gonna get you out of here.

¶¶¶

(indistinct chatter)
(buzzing)

- Where are you taking me?
- Loretta wants to see you.

¶¶¶

- Sit down.

- Look, if I broke
a rule or something--
- I said, "Sit down."

You're quite the celeb.

Espionage,
million-dollar bond,

daily meetings with
that handsome hockey player.

- He's my partner. I'm a P.I.
- Good for you.

The problem is you're also
a prisoner on my cell block.

You may have noticed
I run things around here.

- Yeah, I got
that impression.

- I like things quiet.

When people come in here
and start stirring things up -

claiming they're innocent,

investigating new leads -

gets everybody
in here riled up.

It gives them
false hope.

And in here,
hope is a dangerous thing.

- Except I am innocent.
- So am I.

Nobody cares.

The cops said
I murdered somebody.

They said they "couldn't find"
my alibi witness. My lawyer

told me that I'd be
out of here in a week.

That was five years ago.

I lost my job,

then I lost my house,

and eventually

my daughter too.

I don't even know
what she looks like now.

- I'm sorry.
- Like I said,

nobody cares.
Not them, not me.

Makes it easier
all around.

- Well, I don't do easy.

- Well...

then you and I

are going to have a problem.

- And yesterday,
someone swore at me in Italian.

[Can you believe it?
They thought I was a local!]
- That's great, honey.

- [What's wrong?
Your voice sounds weird.]

- Nothing. I'm just tired.

Angie and I were up all night

on a stakeout.
- [OK. Tell Angie to call me]

[back sometime. She's not
returning my texts.]
- Yeah, honey, I will.

We'll talk soon, alright?
Love you.

- [Yeah. Love you too, Dad.]

- When are you planning
on telling her?

- She doesn't need to know
about this, Dad.
- Yeah.

Is that
what I think it is?

- I don't know what else to do.

They're holding Angie
on a million-dollar bond.

- Yeah, well,

I don't have the answer
to that question, son.

But from where I stand,
Angie is more than worth it.

¶¶¶

(buzzing)

- Everett, front and center.

- What's going on?
- You won the lottery.

- Shade, how did you...?
- Does it matter? You're out!
- My bail was set

at a million dollars; where did
you get that kind of money?

- Ah, I took back
a few beer cans,

looked under the sofa cushions.
Do you know that you had

$200 in pesos in your desk?
- Oh, my God. You didn't.

- What? It's just a house.
- It's so much more than that.

- I needed my partner back.
Besides, we'll be fine

as long as you don't violate
the conditions of your parole,

which means a daily check-in,
a 9 p.m. curfew,

and you're not allowed to leave
your house unless I'm with you.

- I'm going back inside.

- I would if I was you.
(Angie chuckling)

- So, fill me in, partner.
What's the latest?

- Zoe and I have been
working all the angles.

Dana and Dominic are pros.
They do this all over the world.

- Well, sure, but there's
gotta be something, right?

CCTV of her
handing me the drive?

- Doesn't exist.
- The car she was driving?

- A rental.
Fake name.

- Well, what about her
cellphone? Asthma inhaler?

Maybe there's
a prescription.

Shade, it's been three days.
Dana, Dominic could be anywhere

by now. If we don't find them
or recover that drive, then--

- We will. Don't worry.
- How can you be so sure?

¶¶¶
- It's what we do.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me!
Is that Ellis?

Seriously, Agent Ellis?
Didn't get your fill last time?

- This doesn't stop 'til
I'm holding that drive, Shade.

- We already told you, we don't
have it. Dana does.
- Or her partner.

- Enough with the Dana
and Dominic garbage.

Do you have any idea
what was on that drive?

Top secret data

on every military
intelligence asset in the world.

You put a lot of
people's lives at risk.
- So, why aren't you out

looking for the real criminals?
- The real criminals, yeah.
I spoke to the people

at Summit Path about them.
You know what they told me?

Nothing.

Not one person
had ever seen them.

Same thing at the rink.
No photos,

no emails, you don't even know
their real names.

- We're all through
in there, sir.

- Good. Pack it up.

- Pack it up!

- So, you guys wanna
waste my time?

You wanna play games? It's fine.

You got a trial coming up,
and when that's done

you're gonna spend
the next 20 years of your life

behind bars.

- ¶¶ I see you and you see me ¶

¶ Watch you blowing the lines ¶

¶ When you're making a scene
Oh boy ¶

¶ You've got to know ¶

¶ What my head overlooks ¶

¶ The senses will show
to my heart ¶

¶ When it's watching for lies ¶

¶ 'Cause you can't escape my ¶

- ¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you ¶

¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you,
watching you ¶

¶ Watching you, watching you ¶¶

¶¶¶

- Oh no, no, no!
Don't come in yet!

The other letters are here.
- It's OK, Zoe.

- Don't listen
to that Ellis guy, OK?

He doesn't know
what he's talking about.

- He's right, though. You guys
have exhausted every lead,

and Dana and Dominic
are still ghosts.

I mean, if we don't find that
drive, and somehow convince Dana

to confess that she set me up--
- We will. We will.

All it takes is one lead.

- Maz!

Look who's here!
- Yeah, yeah, welcome back.

- Wow! Rein it in, buddy.

- Couldn't meet you
at the station.

The place is crawling with Feds.

- You got something?
- Maybe.

Probably not. Just promise me
you won't get your hopes up.

- Not anymore.
- What is it?

- Woman was caught on camera
smashing a car window

and stealing a laptop.
- Is it Dana?

- Her name is Beth. She works
at a women's shelter downtown.

- I don't see the connection.
- Look, she's at the Red Bird.

You're gonna want
to hear her story. Just--

- Don't get my hopes up.
- Exactly.

(indistinct chatter)
- When she first came

into the shelter, I couldn't
get her to stop crying.

She said her name was Tina.

I took her in,
same as I would anyone else.

And I remember thinking she
looked just like my kid sister -

blonde, blue eyes -

and they both have asthma.
- She had an inhaler?

- Yeah.

So once she calmed down,
we got to talking,

and she told me that her
boyfriend had stolen her laptop.

- Let me guess. She wanted you
to go get it back for her?

- Yeah. She said she would have
done it herself, but she was

too afraid. So she gave me the
address of his gym, said that
he went there every Tuesday.

- Do you know where Tina is now?
- I gave her the laptop

when I got back to the shelter.
She left that same night.

Said she was going
to her mother's.

I didn't think anything of it
until the police arrived.

I feel so stupid, you know.
I was just trying to help.

- Would you excuse us
for one second?

- It's gotta be Dana.
- What did I say

about getting your hopes up?
- She pulled the exact same scam

on Beth as she did on me.
And the asthma?

- Whose laptop did she steal?
- Guy by the name

of Dalton Yi. Head of security
for a company called

Centro-Guard. Talked to him,
we didn't really get much.

- The head of a security company
left his laptop in his car?

- Yeah. You'd get it
if you met him.

- I don't like to brag,

but you don't get to be
Toronto's premier provider

of security solutions
without being smarter

than your average bear.

- And how smart is
your average bear these days?

- See? He gets it.
¶¶¶

- Thanks.

So, are you guys
local cops or...?

- Feds.
- Yes.

What we mean is
we are federal agents

on assignment to
the local division.

- There's a huge
national crackdown

on fitness-club theft.
- OK, cool.

- What exactly
is it you do here?

- Design and build
cutting-edge security systems.

Doors, locks, sensors,
biometrics, everything custom.

- And who are your clients?
(Dalton laughing)

- I can't call myself
a security expert

and tell you that.
- Come on, what's the harm?

I mean, can't trust the Feds,
who can you trust?

- OK, fine. We did
a full security overhaul

of the Landon Museum.
- The Landon?

- Was there anything sensitive
on your laptop

that thieves may
have been interested in?

Information about
the museum's security setup?

- I mean, sure, technically,
you could use our laptop

to access the network,
but you'd need, like,

grandmaster-level hacking skills
to crack my password.

- Mr. Shade! Hi!

So sorry to keep you waiting.

I must confess
I have never followed hockey,

but my husband
is your biggest fan.

- Thank you.
- Najma Hammoud.

I'm the curator here
at the Landon Museum.

Come, let me show you the
exhibit that's getting
set up right now.

I am so pleased that you want
to donate to the museum.

Your timing is perfect.

We're setting up for a big gala
for all of our patrons.

A private viewing
of our new exhibit:

a collection of rare artifacts
from the Hermitage Museum.

In exchange,
we are loaning them pieces

from our permanent collection.

- Oh, this is incredible.
- It's a katana sword

of the Muromachi period.
Utterly priceless.

- How much are we talking?
- Suffice it to say

we had to purchase an additional
20 million of insurance

just to host the exhibition.
- Wow!

(cell phone ringing)
- If you'll excuse me.

- 20-million dollar sword, huh?

- Yeah, history
just got a lot

more interesting.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, honey bear,
do you remember

the name of that woman
we met that dealt

with Japanese artifacts?
Remember?

Slender, blonde hair,
blue eyes?

- Right. Had an asthma inhaler.
It sure would be nice

to see her again. Does any
of that ring a bell?
- Sorry, no.

- Oh, wait, she had
a colleague too, right?

Tall, blue eyes,
sandy blonde hair.

Maybe drives
a blue sports car?

- Oh, you must mean Mr. Rudolph.
- Mr. Rudolph...

- Here. Yeah.
- "Octavio," right!

That's his name!
When do you expect him again?
- Tomorrow night at the gala.

Shall I tell him you're
looking for him?
- No, no, that's OK.

We prefer to see his face
when we surprise him.

- What am I missing? What's so
special about a blue sports car?

- The day after you got
arrested, Zoe and I canvassed

witnesses near the site.
Several people said they saw

a man and a woman drive away
in a blue sports car.

At the time, it didn't
lead anywhere.

- Now, it's a direct path
to our ghosts.

¶¶¶

- Angie, do not come here, OK?

- Seriously? Life in the balance
here, Maz.

- Do you not remember
what I told you earlier?
Hi. How are you doing?

There's Feds all over
this place, OK? Really.

- [We ran
this Octavio guy's credentials,]

we know he's a phony.
It's gotta be Dominic.

- We just need you to run
a quick vehicle search.
I will take two minutes.

- Alright, give me a second.
Hey, guys,

did you hear? Impound just
brought in a donut truck.

There's like 20 fresh boxes
in the kitchen.

- Yeah.
- I would run. I would hurry.

Alright, what do you need?
- I texted you the info.

(typing on keyboard)
- OK, I got

97 ownership registrations
for a blue sports car.

- How many men?
(typing on keyboard)

- 68.
- Any way to narrow that down?

- Not without more information.
- OK. Thanks, Maz.

- Oh, you're welcome. It's nice
to get a thank you every
once in a while.

- What are we gonna do?
We can't look into 68 owners.

- Maybe we don't have to.
Think about it,

if Dana and Dominic do this
all over the world,

why would they own a car here?
- What's your point?

- My point is,
back in my playing days,

when me and the boys would
land in a new city

and want a piece of flash
to ride around in,

we'd hit up the local
exotic-car rental agency.

- You and I are literally
from different planets.

Call Zoe.

¶¶¶
- (Shade): Oh, we got company.

- Ellis?
- Yeah. He's been tailing me

for three days.
Can you lose him?

Sorry I asked.

(tires screeching)

(honking)

- Damn it!

- I called every rental agency
in the city.

The last woman I talked to
knew who Mr. Rudolph was.

[Her description
matched Dominic's.]

- And?
- [There's no local address
on the rental agreement,]

but all the cars
have a GPS locator.

And according to that, it's
parked at the Dovercourt Hotel.

- Is this it?
- I don't know.

The witness I talked to
just said "blue sports car."

- We need a way
to get him down here.

- Hold on.
¶¶¶

- What are you doing?!
- We tell the guy at front desk

we backed in it. He'll page the
owner; we see who comes down.
- I like it.

What?
- I can't do it. Too beautiful.

- Oh, my God! Give me this.
- No, wait!

- What now?
- We don't really have to do it.

We just have to tell the guy
at the front desk we did.

- Good point.

¶¶¶

- Hello, Dominic.
- Shade! Buddy...

(crackling noise)
Ugh!

- That was immensely satisfying.

- Let's get him
in the car.

- OK. As soon as he wakes up,
we'll find out

what he's doing at the museum.
- OK.

Well, I hope it leads us
to the drive.

- Oh, my God! It's Ellis!

- Ms. Everett.

That was a nice piece
of driving back there.

- Apparently not nice enough.
What are you doing
here, Sergeant?

- I was about to ask you
the same thing.

- (Angie): Me?
Oh, I was here for the spa.

Needed a little rubdown
after those prison beds.

(grunting)

- Where's Mr. Shade?

- Uhh, he just left.

He, uh... he just left.

A reaction to
the facial peel.

- (Ellis): You care
to rethink that one?
- What do you mean?

- He's supposed to accompany you
whenever you're out
of the house.

Part of your bail conditions,
remember?

(crackling noise)
- Oh, yeah.

You see, we had an emergency

at the agency. Zoe got
a stapler stuck in the...

Never mind. Doesn't matter.

I will call him right now
to come get me.

- Don't bother.
I'll give you a ride.

- Come on, don't do that.
Please. I just made a mistake.

- You're under arrest for breach
of recognizance. Turn!

Hands.

(cuffs clanking)

This way.

This will make sure
you don't leave the building.

- How does that feel?
- Is that a real question?

- Do me a favour
and walk to the door.

(beeping)
- OK, I'll give you
a couple of extra feet

so you don't accidentally--
- She's good.

I'll meet you outside.
¶¶¶

- No! No!
- Sleep!

- You're a real piece of work.
- Just because she's the one

with the ankle bracelet doesn't
mean you're in the clear.

I know you were
at Summit Path that night.

As soon as I find that drive,
I'm coming after you too.

- How many times do we have
to tell you, we don't have it?

- See, the problem is
I know you're lying.

You know, those eggheads
at Summit Path,

they embedded a piece of code
in the drive's startup routine.

It alerts them whenever
somebody tries to access it.

- And no one has?
- Not yet.

Which means there's still
a chance that I can save

some of the thousands of lives
you put at risk.

Enjoy your new cell.

(buzzing)
- Hey, Zoe.
- [They're gone.]

We good?
- Yep. Bring him in.

- Where's the hard drive?
- I have no idea

what you're talking about!

- He thinks we're recording him.
- Maybe we should

just turn him in to Ellis.
- Wouldn't do any good.

There's nothing to tie him to
me, and it would just be
his word against ours.

Driver's license,
credit card, coffee card--

- Oh! I will take that.

Room key.

Maybe this'll tell us something
even if you won't.

- Now, all we have to do
is figure out what room

he's staying in. Zoe?

¶¶¶
- Here we are.

Room 400.
- Thank you so much!

Mr. Rudolph here gets
a little forgetful when he's had

too much to drink.
- I don't even know
what city this is!

- Oh, wait!
You never showed me any ID.

- Oh, god.
Uh, give it to you later!

How long before you
think he figures it out?
- Not long enough. Let's go!

- How long are you planning
on keeping me here?

- That depends on when
you just had to start talking.

You realize we're in this
together, right? You know
I can't take you to Ellis.

And the fact that you're tied up
means anything you say can be

explained away as coercion.
- OK.

What do you want to know?
- Where's the drive?

- Moscow.
Unless the buyer moved it.

- That's funny. The Feds say
no one's accessed it yet.

- I just deliver the goods.
I don't tell 'em

what to do with it.
- Really? Then what are you

still doing here?
What's happening at the museum?

- We didn't mean
for you to be arrested.

You know that, right?

- Is it the katana sword?
Just doing a cash deal?

- Dana felt terrible about it.

I mean, to a point. She's not
exactly famous for her warmth.

- And where's Dana now?
- You're wasting your time.

Ten years I've been working with
her, no one's even gotten close.

- Sooner or later
everybody screws up.

- Not her.

If you want my help, let me hook
you up with my passport guy.

- Oh, give it up.
- You could be

on a plane tonight,
put all this behind you.

- I'm not running.

- You see, that's
the problem, Angie.

You still think
you're getting out of this.

Thing is

you've already lost.

- Find anything?
- Ugh! He likes to get
his "Wild Kingdom" on!

- Hold on,
I might have found something.

- What is it?

- I have no idea,

but I'll bet you
Mr. Rudolph does.

¶¶¶

(Ding!)

Dana!

Hey! Hey!

Where are the stairs?
¶¶¶

(Ding!)

- Taxi!

(air escaping)

- Hey! Hey!

Don't!

Dana was right there.
I let her get away.
- It's not your fault. At least

we know she's still here.
- You mean was.

That little incident probably
scared her off for good.

- OK. Thank you.
Car will be fixed

in half an hour.
What now?

- It would really help if
we knew what this thing was for.

- Zoe, send a picture of that
to the Centro-Guard guy.
See if he recognizes it.

- Alright.
Gala starts in an hour.

If Dana really wants
that sword, it would be
her best opportunity to take it.

- How is she gonna steal it
in a crowd of people?

- Diversion. It's their M.O.
Get everyone focused

on one thing while they do
something else.

- Like playing on our sympathies
to take a hard drive.

- Or making up a phony
puck story to split you two up.

- Can we order a pizza?!
My treat!

- For all we know,
he may be the diversion

to keep us away from the gala.
Zoe, we're gonna check it out.

- Wait, "we"?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna need backup,
and Angie's stuck here.

- No. No, no, no, no.
I can't play a rich person.

Champagne makes me sneeze,
and I hate tiny dogs!

- Come on, Duchess.
Let's get you dressed.

- OK. Do I need an accent?
Maybe taller hair?

I will not eat fish eggs.
I will eat fondue.

(traditional
Japanese-style music)

(indistinct chatter)
This is a terrible idea.

- Would you relax?
- It's easy for you to say!

You're not 15 feet
off the ground.

- Mr. Shade,

so good of you to come.
- Aw, thank you.

And thanks for the tickets.
My wife sends her regrets.

This is--
- Zoe Von Fursten... Berg...

Dorf... Goodman.
(Zoe laughing)

I have a company
that makes me oodles of money.

- Oh, oh, OK. Well, make sure
you're here for the unveiling

of the katana sword.
It's at 9 p.m. sharp.

- Alright, thank you.

OK. Hahaha!
- Haha! Tata!

- Aaah... What the hell
is wrong with you?

- I told you
I'm no good at being rich!

- How about just being human?

Uh, look. Take this.

Go over there and stand next
to that stage.

If you see anything unusual,
contact me right away. And just

try to act normal, OK?

You got this.
- OK.

- Go on.
¶¶¶

(beeping)
- You're never

gonna get into that.
- Really?

(beeping)
Fingerprint scan.

Technology's the best!

- Doesn't matter. You're still
not gonna get anything.

(beeping)

Data-scrubbing app.
Need a secondary code.

Technology is the best.

- What's your deal
with Dana anyway?

Why are you protecting her?
- She took me in

when I was nothing.
Made me who I am.

- A criminal?
- I was always a criminal;

she just made me a good one.
- You say that with pride.

- That's the difference between
criminals and normal folk.

Criminals don't care that people
think they're criminals.

(phone chime)
- You got a text.

It says "Gambit."
- Uh oh! That's our kill code.

- "Kill code"?
- I didn't check in.

If I don't reply in the next
five minutes, Dana calls off
the entire operation.

- You mean stealing
the katana sword?

- I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

It needs a specific word.

- Don't suppose I could
convince you to give it to me.

- Not without some major
concessions on your part.

(indistinct conversations)
(percussive music)

- Shade, come in.
- Zoe, what's up?

- I heard from
the Centro-Guard guy

[about the photo I sent him. He
says it looks like a key fob,]

but all their fobs are encrypted
in-house with a 40-bit code.

The one Dominic has isn't one
of his, but it could be a copy.

- It's why they stole
the laptop:

to make a homemade version.
Where's the sword now?

- Still under wraps.

- It's almost 9 o'clock.
If Dana was gonna make a move,

you'd think she would
have made it by now.

- [Unless she already has it
and the box is empty.]

[Shade, are you there?]
- Stay alert.

Dana's here.
¶¶¶

- There you are.

Been looking all over for you.

Ow! Wow! Someone likes it rough.

- You got a lot of nerve
showing up here. Let's go.

- If you're planning on taking
me outside, I'd suggest you find

a more subtle way of doing it.
- I was never one for subtle.

- There are 15 security guards
standing around.

Do you really want to see
what happens when I scream?

- Fine. We'll wait,

considering we've got
your partner.

- You know, my offer
still stands.

I can get my passport guy
on the phone

in 10 minutes,
and I'll sweeten the deal.

I have $40,000 in cash

in my rental car.
It's yours

if you let me go.
- You're bargaining.

You must be desperate.
- I'm trying to help you.

You seem like a nice person,
I'd hate you to spend the next,

what? 15 to 20 years in prison?
- Just forget it, OK?

I'm not letting you go.
- Why do you care so much

about a stupid
Japanese dagger?

- You mean sword.
¶¶¶

It's a katana sword
from the Muromachi period.

- Same same.

- Where's the hard drive?

- My guess? The Golyanovo
District of Moscow.

- You sold it
to the Russian mob?
- It's just business.

- So what are your plans
for the sword?

Guess you're gonna miss out
on that $20 million payday.

Unless you took it already.

¶¶¶

- Well, I guess we're about
to find out, aren't we?

- Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention,

please. It's the moment
you've all been waiting for.

Come join me.

Come closer, please.

Haha! May I present
the one of a kind,

priceless Muromachi sword.
(applause)

- Shade, look.
The same key.

(Beep-beep!)

(applause)
(Najma chuckling)

Shade, the sword's
still here.

- That's my cue.

Let me go!
- Hey, is there a problem?

- Yes. This man is trying
to drag me to his car.
- Sir, let go of her.

- Angie, I get it.

It feels wrong to run,

but even if you catch Dana -
which you won't -

she'll never confess
to setting you up.

And the cops have you on video.
There's is no version of this

where you don't
end up in prison.

(phone ringing)
- Pick up, Shade.

- Sir, you're coming with us!
- Sorry it had to end this way.

- This is Matt Shade.
Leave a message.

- Are you sure
there's money in your car?
- Grey duffel bag. Take my keys.

- You better be
telling the truth.

(applause)
- Yeah, OK, OK.

(sighing)

Zoe, I could use
a diversion right now.

- Oh, boy.

Ha! Amazing!

- Look out!
(people gasping)

- Oh, I'm so sorry!
- Code red!

Code red in gala mezzanine.

- It's fine.
It's fine. It's fine.

- Ma'am, come here. Ma'am.
- I'm rich, it's OK.

(indistinct chatter)

- Where the hell have you been?
- Uh, I'm almost there.

- I can't believe
you let yourself get captured.

- [It's not a big deal.
They don't know anything.]

And Angie's under house arrest.
Or at least she was.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- I convinced her to take
door number two.

- She's running?
- [Wouldn't you?]

See you in five.
(Beep!)

(indistinct chatter)
- Angie, what's up?

- I tried calling you.
- [Things got a little hairy]

here. Dana was here,
but I lost her.

- I had to let Dominic go.
- What?!

- Dana sent a kill code, OK?

They were gonna scrap the whole
thing. My bet is Dominic

is on his way to you right now.
- Whoa, whoa! Angie, slow down.

[I thought we were
protecting the sword.]

- The sword is a diversion,
Shade. Think about it.

Why would they stick around
after stealing top-secret

government data? I mean, why has
no one accessed the drive?

[There's a good chance the drive
hasn't been delivered yet.]

- It means they still have it.
- [Exactly.]

- At least for now.
- [What are you talking about?]

- The Hermitage Museum,
it's in Russia.

[Dana said they sold the drive
to the Russian mob.]

They're using the outbound
shipment to smuggle the hard
drive out of the country.

- Well, you need
to stop it, Shade.

Thousands of lives are at stake.
I put a GPS tracker

on Dominic's phone.
I just sent you the link.

[It's the best I could do.
You have to get the drive back.]

- You're a genius.
OK, sit tight.

- [And, Shade...]
- What is it?

- There's something else
I need to tell you.

- Thank you, gentlemen.
I'll take it from here.

(sighing)
- Where's the fob?

- Hello to you too.

- Don't get cute.
- Where's the drive?

- Let's do this.

(Beep-beep!)

- Hey, did a blonde woman
come through here?

- Yeah, you just missed her.

¶¶¶

(truck engine revving up)

- Come in, Zoe.
- What's going on?

- Dominic just left here
with the hard drive.
- Whoa, Dominic was here?

- Yeah. Call Maz. Get him
to scramble a roadblock unit.

I'll send him the location.

- Is Angie OK?
- Just do it!

¶¶¶

¶¶¶

(car engine revving up)

(rock music)

- Son of a bitch!

(sirens blaring)

(tires screeching)

- Hands where I can see 'em!
Hands in the air, let's go!

Keep 'em there! No big moves!
Go ahead, go ahead!

Shade, stay back, stay back!
- Get out of the vehicle!

- I don't know what's going on.
I'm just the driver.

- Save it. Cuff him.
- Check his pocket.
There's a fob.

- Let's get out his plaque.
You better be right about this.

¶¶¶

(beeping)

Shade, be careful.

Take it easy, those are
priceless artifacts!
- Trust me.

- Is that the hard drive
they say Angie stole?

- One and the same.

Now, there's one more favour
I gotta ask of you.

¶¶¶

- I want to be wheels up
in three minutes.

- Yes, Ma'am.

¶¶¶

(car door closing)

- Angie.
- Relax, I just want to talk.

- Well, I'm flattered,

but, uh, I'm afraid
I don't have a lot of time.

- Take me with you!
- Excuse me?

- There's $40,000 in that bag.
It's all yours.

I'm never gonna beat
that charge.

My life's over.

- Pull up your pant leg.

- (man): Police!
- (woman): Police!

- (man): Keep the right side.
(indistinct radio chattering)

- Check the office.

- (woman): It's clear.
- (man): All clear.

- (man): Yes, sir!

- (man): All clear!

- Let's go!

- I'm not asking to tag along
forever. Just take me wherever

you're going tonight, and
I'll figure it out from there.

- What about Shade?

The Feds are after him too.
- They've got nothing on him.

This is your fault!

You hired me to steal that drive
and now I'm facing 20 years!

The least you could do is
get me out of the country.

- Angie!
- You can't stop me, Shade.

- No, you don't have
to do this. Look.

I've got the hard drive.

- Where's Dominic?
- The police have him.

It's over, Dana!
- No,

not for me.
I have a flight to catch.

- And what's your client
gonna say when you turn up
without the goods?

From I hear, the Russian mafia
is not very forgiving.

- It's not enough, Shade.
I'm still gonna go back to jail!

- You don't know that.

We've got the hard drive now,
we can use it as leverage.

- It won't work!
Just give it to me!

- Have you lost your mind?
Where did you get that gun?!

- I'm not kidding, OK?
I'm not going back there!

- Just relax, OK?

We're a team,
we'll figure this out.

Just put the gun down.
- This is your last chance.

- Don't do this.

I need you.

I can't live without you.

(gunshot)

¶¶¶

Ah.
(gasping)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Now, take me with you.

- Wow!

I'll tell you one thing:

you're certainly
not boring, Angie.

But unfortunately,
you're also not that bright.

- What are you talking about?

- Do you know what the first
rule is in my business?

Hmm?

Never get caught with the goods.

Why else do you think that
I went to all of that trouble

of hiring you to steal
the drive for me?

Why do you think we came up
with that plan of hiding it

in the museum shipments?

So it couldn't get
traced back to me.

- Oh, my God!

I am so happy
you just said that.

You OK?

- Yeah. Ah... Ah...

You owe me a new shirt.
- How did you--?

- Blanks and blood bags.
Oh, and this.

- Why else do you think that
I went to all of that trouble

of hiring you to steal
the drive for me?

Why do you think we came up
with that plan

of hiding it
in the museum shipments?

(sirens blaring)
(tires screeching)

- Hands out!
Up in the air!

- Get her!
- Hmm!

- Hold it.
- OK, put your hands up!

- That was colossally stupid.

- You're welcome.

(men laughing)
- So how was Florence, sweetie?

- "It was amazing!]

[Except I got in trouble for
touching the statue of David.]

[Not there.
- Jules, let's go!]

- [I gotta go.]

[What time is it there?
Shouldn't you be at work, Dad?]

- I had a late night last night,
honey. I decided to sleep in.

- [Well, you sound a lot better
than the last few days,
that's for sure.]

- Well, we'll see. Things are
definitely looking up.

- Say that again.
- ¶¶ In a world ¶

¶ Where you can be anything ¶
(buzzing)

(clanking and door opening)

- Well, if it isn't
the fancy P.I.

Did you come to gloat or what?

- I talked to
a friend of mine.

He took a quick look
at your case,

and you were right,
the cops bungled it.

- And I should care
because why?

- Because he wants
to talk to you.

- Well, he can talk
to my left ass-cheek.

- Just hear him out, Loretta.
You could be out of here
by New Year's.

- All lawyers ever want is
to squeeze out every last dime.

And besides--
- Nobody cares.

- ¶ Where will you go ¶

- You see, that's where
you're wrong.

- ¶ Both feet are
off the ground ¶

¶ Just use your imagination ¶
- Chloe?

- ¶ Grab ahold of a dream
worth chasing ¶

- You're so grown up.

Thank you.

- See you soon.

¶¶¶
- I don't think

I've ever seen you
look so happy.

- I just reunited
a mother and her daughter,

thank you very much.

And my lawyer called.
- And?

- Well, I had to plead guilty
to criminal mischief,

but it's only a $90 fine,
and we have 30 days to pay.

- There goes the coffee budget.
(both chuckling)

- They also returned
the million-dollar bond.

You shouldn't have done that,
you could have lost your house.

- Yeah, I could have lost
my partner.

- You might wish you had
once you see my legal bill.

- Hahaha!
- Seriously, I owe you

big time.
- Well, in that case...

...why don't you put this on.
I got a surprise for you.

- You know I'm not really
into hostage role-play, right?

- You did say you owe me.

- ¶ Imagination ¶

¶ Picture yourself in a world ¶

¶ Where you can be anything ¶
- Come on. Watch your head.

Alright, take
a little step forward.

OK, come on.
Right over here.

Yeah, that's good.

- Oh, my God, Shade!
It's perfect.

- It is, isn't it?

You can barely tell
that the "Shade" is 10% larger.

- What?!
- I'm kidding.

- ¶ All this wonder
is for you ¶

- To Everett and Shade!
- Everett and Shade.

- ¶ Infinite possibilities ¶

¶ Just imagine ¶¶

(theme music)

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