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Previously on "Deception"...

You'll want to see this.
This USB contains

footage of the night
of Jonathan's accident.

The video on this drive
will exonerate him.

Help me and it's yours.

What are you willing to do
for your brother?

You helped to steal
a diamond worth millions.

Made a lot of mistakes.

But I didn't do that.

My ID card got stolen.

Someone used it to break into
the evidence lockup.

Who could've stolen
your ID?

There's a saying in magic --

we magicians
guard an empty safe.

Which is true.

The only thing inside our safe
is, well, magic.

And as everyone knows,
that's not real.

Box 3626.
Is that correct?

Yes.
Now, where is...my key?

How do we guard an empty safe?

First, we tell a story
about what's inside --

a great treasure, this fantastic
thing that you know...

...isn't there.

The fact that it's all a trick,

that our safe is empty,
nobody cares.

They came for the magic.
-What's happening?!

Gasoline!

In the real world,
what's in the safe matters.

Some hold treasure,
others secrets...

Aah!

...while a few contain dangers

just waiting to burn us.
-No! No!

You can do this.
Tell him the truth.

I got doughnuts.

Hey, Dina.

Come in.

Did you sleep at all?

Maybe.

No, I don't think I did.

What's all this?

Everywhere I've been,

everyone I've been in contact
with in the last few days.

OPR investigators are thorough,
and I can't leave anything out.

OPR?

Office of Professional
Responsibility.

But everybody knows that you
didn't steal the Lynx Diamond.

My badge was used.

Yeah.

Yeah, about that, um...

I know you took it.

I just can't figure out why.

I was trying to help Jonathan
get the redacted files.

Someone stole it from me.

You did it for Jonathan.

What were in the files?

Were we hiding something?

Nothing.

The Mystery Woman
used you and Jonathan,

and now she's got
the Lynx Diamond,

and I'll probably get
suspended.

But you didn't do anything.

It doesn't matter.

I'm an FBI agent,
and my badge was used

in the commission
of a major crime.

It might as well
have been my gun --

I-I mean, I'm --

I wouldn't have ever done this
if I had known that --

that, um...

It was wrong, okay?
It was wrong.

And I'm so sorry, Mike.

The boys are up.

Yeah.

You should go.

Dina took Mike's badge
for you, didn't she?

The FBI know?

No.

M.W. had a guard
on the inside.

And I played right
into her hands -- again.

And Dina got hurt
'cause of it.

Again.

Maybe we just got
what we deserved.

No.
Don't go there.

We don't -- You don't
deserve this, Johnny,

and I will do whatever it takes
to get her.

You know that.

Play another one, Cam.
That tune's getting old.

How many times have you told me
you'll get me out of here?

All right.

I have a great rendition

of "I promise
you'll get your life back."

Which life is that?

I didn't exist, remember?

There's no life
out there for me.

Dina was the last of it.

And now she's gone, too.

Well, now who's
recycling old material?

It's gonna be
different, Johnny.

You just have to trust me.

Trust the FBI.
We do this together.

There's nothing
we won't do for you.

Let me guess.
It's Kay.

You got to go work
a case.

It's a bank heist.

You gonna be okay
with that?

I'll be fine.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Had to give a statement
about Mike to the OPR.

-How'd that go?
-Can't tell.

Those guys
are hard to read.

Ooh.

You okay?

What is it?

Nothing.

What is it?

When I was a kid,

my dad and I were held up
in a bank robbery.

Now, remember, Cameron --
every thief in town

knows performers are flush
with cash on Monday morning.

Deposit the take,
safer you make.

Good.

At least one of my sons
is listening to me.

You say it all the time.

Oh, yeah

"You don't play Vegas.
Vegas plays you,"

"First dollar
is the only dollar,"

and
"Agents are for suckers."

That's right.

I'm good.

Everybody on the floor!

Aah!

Now!

-Did you hear me?
-Wait! Wait.

We have $3,112.

And, uh, a dollar
and 16 cents in change.

You could go.

Hurting anyone's reckless,
stupid.

At least let my boy go.

Aah!

Dad!

Guess I have
some psychological scarring.

I can handle this.

Nah, I'm fine.

Victim was Priscilla Howe,
80 years old.

Fire broke out, she got trapped
behind an emergency door.

By the time the fire department
got here, she was dead.

Was it a bank rob
or a fire?

Both.

Once they put out the fire, they
realized one box was missing.

Whose box?

It was registered
to a dummy account,

but the Bank Robbery Task Force
linked it to a William Archer.

William Archer.

Let me guess --
billionaire racecar driver.

International jewel thief
and bank robber.

Mm. Even better.

William pulled off
elaborate heists

from the '80s
to the early aughts.

Went quiet around 2007.

All right, so...the thieves
filled the boxes

with accelerant, they start
the fire to clear the room,

give themselves more time to
work on the Butler-Riley lock.

Which makes sense, because
I need at least 30 minutes

to pick one of those,
and I'm one of the best.

30 minutes?

Nobody would've survived 10
in here with a fire like that.

Generally, that is true,
but nowadays, all you need

is an oxygen supply
and some kind of protection,

like a --
an asbestos suit or a...

...fire-retardant gel.

We used the gel in our show,
and it smelled terrible.

Ah. Yeah.

Pretty much exactly...
like that.

That was the victim's?

She got trapped in here
on purpose

in order to steal the box.

Hey, this is Daniels.

Get me a location
on the coroner's team

and the victim's body.

She may not be dead.

This was her, Kay.

We're clear.

Ditch the van.
Cameron was there.

Find what
you were looking for?

Not yet.

NYPD found the real coroners
unconscious

about a mile away
from the bank.

Their attackers match
your description

of Tallis and Dekker.
-Yeah.

This was her --
the Mystery Woman.

There have been similar heists
across Europe.

Every bank they hit

held a safety-deposit box
for William Archer.

All right. So, we know
M.W.'s after all the items

in this photo --

the book, the watch,
the violin, the Lynx Diamond --

so maybe William
stole something in this photo

and she thinks he hid it
in one of his boxes.

There's one more box
registered to William Archer.

It's here in New York.
That's her next target.

That's where we'll
catch her.

The Mystery Woman
knows we're onto her.

She'll come prepared.

We have to assume she's already
staked out the bank tellers.

You go about your regular
bank procedures.

Um, please check your name tags,
and remember your new names.

And don't forget to smile.

Customers,
make sure to circulate.

And remember, our target
is a master of deception.

The slightest head turn, curious
glance, it'll give us away.

Gentlemen, I realize
you're not FBI agents,

but our target will notice if we
swapped you out with our people.

We got it --
act like it's a regular Tuesday.

How you doing?

Gunter's almost done
with the door.

Once you ID M.W., hit this
button, it locks the door.

If she tries to run,
it sends 700 volts

through whoever touches it.
-700 --

Gunter, wouldn't
that kill her?

Eh, probably.
But I don't see the problem.

We need her alive
to exonerate Jonathan.

Okay.

Well,
I'll lower it to 650.

Just make sure
he doesn't kill her.

-Relax, I got it.
-Thanks.

Hey, they need you
in the safe-deposit room.

How you holding up?

Oh, yeah, no, I'm good.
I love banks and all this.

It's great.

You talk to Jonathan?

No.

If this doesn't work out,
I, uh...

don't want to let him down
again.

He's not in the best place.

What happened?

Nothing. Just, uh...

Did I make a mistake
at the auction house?

I mean, if I just handed over
the Lynx Diamond, he'd be free.

Where's the
diamond

I didn't.

I mean,
I had it in my hand.

If I'd just given it to her,
then...

Why didn't you?

To help your brother, you
have to betray your partner?

She believed me,
trusted me.

And he's your brother.

It was the right move.

She would've betrayed you
just the same.

Yeah.

Besides, if you'd stolen
the Lynx,

I would've tracked you down,
thrown your ass in prison.

987, William's last box.

Okay, question --
would you have to hunt me down

and haul my ass to prison

for breaking into one small
safety-deposit box?

Yes. Good thing I have
a search warrant.

Now get crackin'.

Any sign
of the Mystery Woman?

Negative.
Lobby all clear.

Keep your eyes open.

So, um, I hear that
Mike's under investigation.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

I mean, it's just a formality,
though, right?

I mean, we all know that he
didn't steal the diamond.

FBI agents have to be
beyond reproach.

At best, they cite him for
failure to protect his property.

At worst, they fire him, never
works in law enforcement again.

Wow. Wow.

And -- And if someone
were to sort of come forward

or just confess --

Oh, they won't.

Just stealing a badge
is 15 years.

Something's wrong.

Be patient, Cameron.
We're on her schedule now.

No, no, no.
There's a vibration.

I can feel it.

These walls are steel
and cement.

There shouldn't be a --

I feel it, too.

What was that?

It's stronger here.
This is, uh...

She's not breaking
into the bank.

She's breaking in next door.

Got it!

What the hell was that?!

Drilled through the basement,

pulled William's box
straight out of the wall.

All agents, the subject has
the box and is on the move.

Cordon off the area --
nobody in or out!

Cameron, wait! There's an
entrance to the building's
basement 200 feet down.

She's there.
She's right there!

Wait!
Cameron, it's live!

It's live!
-Cameron!

-Cameron!
-Cameron!

You okay, son?

Can't even do
a packet shot.

First trick
my dad taught me.

Your system took 400 volts
of electricity.

Give yourself some time.

We'll get her.

Now you're playing
the greatest hits.

What?

Nothing.

Just...

Maybe there are some people who
just get away with everything.

You know?

Too smart, too cunning,
they just always win.

I mean,
if it wasn't for

some random security
guard, I'd be dead.

She'd have gotten away
with that.

You done?

Look, feeling bad for yourself
and your brother, that's fine --

on your own time --
but not here in this room,

not while there's
still agents working this.

Sorry.

Don't be.

You just cracked the case.

This footage is from the first
bank, the one that burned.

That's
the same security guard

walking the Mystery Woman
to her box.

He was at both banks.

He's working with her.

Kay, you're amazing.

Olivier Scott, 56,

bank guard and sole resident
of a $4-million townhouse.

His first year
as bank guard, 2007.

It's him, right?
Olivier is William Archer.

Pulls his last job in '07,
then retires to New York,

gets a job the last place
anyone would look.

Fits the profile.

But why would he need to steal
his own safety-deposit boxes

and work with
the Mystery Woman?

I mean, what does he have to do
with this lost fortune

and your great-grandfather

It's just a working theory
right now.

I'll figure out
the details.

Now, wait, someone's here.
Oh.

Mr. Scott, we're with the FBI.
Like to ask you a few questions.

And thank you
for saving my life.

Sure, sure, one second.
Great, George, got it.

Look, can you order
from the place for me?

Yeah, 352-1625.

Kafta kebab, pita, hummus,
chicken-breast skewers.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Of course, please, come in.

Great place, right?

Rich uncle.

How's the hand?

It's getting better,
thanks.

How many, uh, banks do
you work for, Mr. Scott?

I don't work
for the banks.

I work for Secure Branch,

the firm that hires guards
out to the banks.

And you were also on duty
at First National

when the fire happened?
-Yes.

That's true.
It's been a heck of a week.

Mm.

I'm sorry.
Do you mind?

It wasn't Orient takeout.
He was sending a message.

Great, George, got it --

"Great, George, got it" --
three G's in a row.

That's the on phrase
for a code act.

The way the Davenport Brothers
communicated onstage.

You watched my history of magic
special.

There was nothing else on.
What did he say?

Third letter in "kafta,"
fifth in "kebab,"

second in "pita," so on.

"FBI here."

Move!

You're not gonna shoot me.
You just saved my life.

Stop!
-Get out of the way.

You could've let me die holding
that door, but you didn't.

Why?
-Drop the gun.

Kick it to me.

Come on. We know
a Mystery Woman wants something

out of one of your boxes.
We just don't know what.

Talk to us, William.
-I'm not William.

Well, who are you, then?

I didn't know you were
gonna be there, Cameron.

I never would've helped her
if I had known.

Stay down!
Don't move.

This is Daniels. I need
an ambulance to 57 Josslyn.

I'm sorry.

At least let my boy go.

Dad!

It was you.

I didn't want you
to be there.

It was his plan.

-Now! I said everybody --
-Wait! Wait.

We have $3,112.

"Wait, wait, we."
He was starting the code act.

He was --
He was telling you something.

You could go.

Hurting anyone's
reckless, stupid.

At least let my boy go.

Get that guy's gun.

"U.C. Guard."

Undercover guard.
He was -- He was warning you.

He was --
He was working with you.

Your father
was William Archer.

Dad was William Archer.

It's insane.

Dad was a magician, not an
international bank robber.

There's no way he could've
hidden that from us.

Really?

He hid me from the world
for 20 years.

Look at this. These dates --

William Archer's bank robberies
across Europe...

they're all within 30 miles
of each of our tour dates.

And William disappeared in 2007,
the same year dad died.

-What's funny?
-All of it.

He called himself
William Archer.

His signature trick.

Catching the arrow.

A reverse William Tell.

You firing an arrow
at him.

How'd I miss all this,
Johnny?

You didn't want to see it.

Our entire childhood,
all of it...

was just a lie.

Dad locked you in a box.
He denied my existence.

You think the whole time
he was secretly a good guy?

He wasn't, Cam.

But you already knew that.

We're gonna have a toast.

Give old short stuff some.

To crummy fathers.

To crummy fathers!

Mm-hmm!

You know, I think dad wanted me
and Johnny to be so perfect

'cause he was -- he was
such a piece of crap.

Makes sense.

Parents always push their
insecurities onto their kids.

That's why my dad made me study
ballroom dancing for 12 years.

I think we'll just
let that be.

Your father's actions
don't define you, Cam.

You're a good man.

And none of this
changes that.

Gunter's right.
To good men.

To good men.

To you, Johnny, and Mike.

And to Mike.

-Yeah.
-To Mike.

Oh, well, now,
this is amazing.

All this work,
all this genius...

...to find me.

I need your help.

I can get you out of here,
Jonathan.

Give you your freedom.

Which is more than Cameron
was going to do.

What are you talking about?

What wouldn't Cameron do?

So sorry. It was me.

'Twas I.

Dina.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, um -- I just --
I needed to speak to Deakins.

She's gone for the day.
What's up?

Mm. It could -- can wait.

What's all this?

In the '90s, William Archer
pulled off three jobs

in a single day.
We never caught him.

17th of June, 1992.

Let me guess -- Sebastian was
somewhere performing nearby?

Wowing audiences
with "Death Catch."

And I have a theory for how
he pulled off all three jobs.

All three banks were located
directly above subway stations.

Oh. Perfect escape.

Exactly. Except the tunnels
didn't intersect.

I can't figure out
how he had enough time

to make it
from one bank to another.

You need an older subway map.

1924, the original subway.

Now, many of the stations and
lines, they've been abandoned,

but it doesn't mean that
they're not still there.

These three tunnels did
intersect.

How did you know that?
-Uh, Cameron.

He wanted to make a moving
subway car disappear

for an ABC special,
so he had us research

every inch
of the subway system.

Look.

The station where
the tunnels intersect.

It's not far
from the Archive.

You're lying.

All Cam had to do was give me
the Lynx Diamond,

and you would've been
freed.

It was an easy choice.

'Course, I didn't realize
that I was forcing him

to make a different choice.

Between you and Kay.

He chose her over you.

Just like your father chose
Cameron over you.

I know what that feels like.

That pain.

Jonathan,
I didn't take your life.

I freed you from it.

And now I'm gonna give you
what you deserve.

Your inheritance.

My what?

In 1906, these billionaires
hired your great-grandfather

to hide parts
of their fortunes

to avoid
the new inheritance tax.

Oh.
You're with the IRS.

Figures.
-Hardly.

Now, that fortune
is still out there.

Billions.

Hidden.

Just waiting for us.

I'm looking for a partner.

A partner?

Really?

You don't trust me.

I get that.

Here.

Shoot me in the head

and spend the rest of your life
in prison or...

find the ultimate fortune.

Choice is yours.

So what do you say?

Just five more minutes.

Time to wake up, Cameron.

Oh!

How'd you get in here?

Had a little help.

All right.

So, you expect me to believe
that Johnny is working with you.

Ask him yourself.

There's no way out, Cam.
You have to help her here.

She already won.

Why are you
doing this, Johnny?

The reason, ultimately?
She told me everything.

You could've gotten me
out of here

just by handing over
the Lynx Diamond,

but you couldn't betray Kay.

Oh, Johnny.

You said over and over you'd
do anything to get me out.

I trusted you, and you just
abandoned me in here!

Everything I have done
for the past year --

Okay, listen. Do family therapy
on your own time.

I've been halfway around
the world,

collecting every piece of your
great-grandfather's puzzle,

but I still need the pen.

Now, I assumed Sebastian
had hid it

in one of his safety-deposit
boxes, but...

truth is, it wasn't passed
down to him, was it?

It was passed down to you.

Maybe.

So where is the pen?

I have no idea.

But while I have you,

how'd you know my dad
was William Archer?

I worked for him.

Worked for him?

Wait. What?

No. No, no. No.

Where is the pen?
Unless you want me to wait

for one of your little friends
to come back.

Yeah?

Maybe one of them knows.

Give her the damn pen!!

Mnh!

All right. God.

This line used to service
three stations in Brooklyn.

Craftsmanship's amazing.

Ugh! This is where alligators
flushed down toilets

come to live.
-As long as there's no rats.

Oh, God. Enough, guys!
We are working here.

Kay, what
are you thinking?

Well, Sebastian could've
easily used these tunnels

to get around the police.
He was smart.

Sebastian was a genius.
Never worked with him.

Rumor has it
he was difficult.

Come on, guys.
The Archive should be this way.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Got what you wanted.

Happy treasure hunting.

Please let me know where
you and Johnny are registered

so I can send you
something nice.

I'm not done with you yet.

Mm. Well, I am done with me,
so...good night.

-Come on.
-Unh!

Up. Up, up, up, up, up.

You, open it.

What, the trunk?

Sorry, lady, you got
the wrong twin.

Dad only taught Johnny
how to open that

and made him swear never
to tell me the secret,

so...

Just another stellar bit of
parenting by Sebastian Black.

You said you didn't care.

Of course I cared.

See the clock
on the shelf?

Combination is whatever
the clock says now --

hours, minutes, seconds.

Oh, come on.
You serious?

It's empty.

What I want isn't
in the trunk.

It's under it.

Johnny, there's a staircase.
You know about this?

No.

Cam, you want to tell me
what's happening?

Johnny, the creepy staircase
leads to a creepy room,

and your creepy lady friend is
opening her box of creepy stuff.

This is a lock your
great-grandfather designed.

Now, in order
to open the vault...

...all five men had to bring
their artifacts together.

So no one could come here alone
and clean the others out.

Exactly.

So why didn't
they come back together?

Why abandon all the money?

Infighting.

Death.

Insanity.

Alistair used time itself

to steal the fortunes
he was hired to protect.

It's brilliant.

All right.

Your turn.

Place it.

Why do I get the feeling
this is a trap?

Why do you think
I brought you?

This is a test
only Alistair could pass.

Or perhaps...his heir.

It's him.

The man
sitting at the desk.

It's an original automaton.

That is very cool.

He's a machine.
It's an early form of robotics.

He's built to follow a
predetermined set of operations.

You mansplaining?

Hmm?

I know what it is.

The magician Robert-Houdin

perfected them
in the late 19th century.

There's one key left --
Alistair's pen.

Bet my life it goes
in the automaton's hand.

Well, technically, you're
betting my life, but thanks.

Go give it to him.

Okay.

I think he's connected
to the tiles.

Oh!

Cam, you all right?

Yeah. Why?

Suddenly remember
we're brothers?

I'm not gonna let you die.

I'll be the judge of that.

All right, so...
he's triggered by the tiles.

The question is...
which are the dangerous ones?

Well, each one has a stencil --
heart, club, spade, diamond.

There has to be a pattern.

There is.

It's just not the suits.
They're different textures.

Some are smooth...others rough.

The way a magician
roughs his aces.

You know, so he can find them
without looking.

Thank you.

Cam, take off your shoes.

Why didn't you ever do that
magic special,

the one with the train?

Were still designing the trick
when Jonathan was arrested.

We might return to it
when he gets out.

You think you'll all
go back to magic?

We're hardly cut out
for fighting crime.

I don't know.
I'd hire you.

Ohh!

Maybe just you.

There are more rough
than there are smooth, so...

I'm guessing...

Okay.

Smooth, good.

Rough, bad.

Cam, remember, the closer
you get to the automaton,

the less time you have
to react to it.

What happened?

It's okay.
He's still alive.

Be careful.

Or what?

My brother will stab me
in the back?

My father will turn out to be
an international bank robber?

Or, oh, I don't know,
if I'm not careful,

maybe a beautiful
psychopath...

whose name
I don't even know...

will risk my life in a room
beneath my family's archives.

I would like everyone
to know...

I am still a little drunk.

Screw careful.

Cam.

What?

Be careful.

Thanks.

Too much coffee?

You electrocuted me.

What's it writing?

It's drawing a map.

A map?

Of course.
This isn't the vault.

This is where he hid the map.

We're close, Jonathan.

Was it worth it?

All the people you killed,
all the lives you've destroyed?

I'm not sure.

I'll let you know
when I'm finished.

No. Bring me the map.

No.

You don't get to win.

When was this ever
about winning?

Come on. I need this.
I lost everything.

You can give it to me, or I can
take it off your corpse.

I'm the one
with the gun, Cam.

True.

But I have...

this.

Looks like you're trapped.

You should know by now.

I always have an out.

When did you have time
to steal my bullets?

Oh, no. I didn't.

No, that was me.

You've been working
together.

There's no way out, Cam.
You have to help her here.

Johnny can be kind of
a jerk sometimes,

but he wouldn't sell me out
for a few trillion dollars.

It was in the first thing
he told me.

Three H's -- the on phrase.

She's already won.

One -- the first letter
in every word.

Johnny, why are
you doing this?

The reason, ultimately?
She told me everything.

He even told me
how to disarm you.

Although I could've figured
that out for myself.

You don't get to win.

Come on. I need this.
I lost everything.

You were using a code act?

Duh.

Although I was kind of surprised
you didn't catch on.

It was pretty ham-fisted.

-Hey!
-But it worked.

So, I'm gonna go get the FBI
and a whole bunch of cops

and...we'll get you
out of here.

You just -- You stay put.

All right.

Don't move!

That was a gunshot.

There's someone
in that tunnel.

Cameron, what's happening?

I once heard a rumor that
you can catch a bullet.

FBI!
Stay where you are!

Don't come any closer, Kay.

I've got your partner, and I
will kill him if I have to.

Drop the gun.

Oh, really?

'Cause I think you know
how this is gonna go.

I'm gonna leave here with him,
and there is nothing you can do.

Where are your shoes?

What?

Aah! Aah!

You shot me!

I shot her more.

What?

Nice work, Kay.

You have ruined everything,
Cameron.

Ow!

You have the right
to remain silent.

You are under arrest.

We got her, Johnny.

Can't believe it's over.
We got her.

You know I expect
front-row tickets

to your big comeback show.

My show?

Hmm.

Of course. Yeah.

When we started out,
didn't you hate magic?

It's grown on me.

Mm.

There's no reason
I can't come

and help out
every now and then, right?

I thought you were only working
with the FBI to help Jonathan.

It's grown on me.

Mike.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to Deakins.
I'm gonna tell her.

Turn around and leave,
please.

The investigation's closed.
-No, no, I -- I --

The FBI gave me
a loss-of-pay sanction

and a note on my record, which
is quite generous, actually.

But if someone were
to contradict my testimony,

I would get fired, and they
would get thrown in jail.

It's done, Dina.

We're done, too.

I'd say we have you on...
a dozen federal charges.

Conspiracy, grand theft,

smuggling stolen goods
across international borders,

not to mention murder.

Can't forget that one.

No, we won't.

But I'd like to start
with Jonathan Black.

I know you have evidence
to prove he's innocent.

I want it.

You're not leaving this room
until Jonathan is free.