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♪ I'm sitting
on top of a mountain ♪

What kind of luck is this?

How the hell are you,
Mr. Chance?

Harry, trust me, you don't want
to be near me right now

Ouch.

What kind of hello
is that for a friend?

Hey, Guy.
Whiskey, neat, please.

No, no, no.
Better yet. Better yet.

Whiskey on the rocks.
No, no, no.

Whiskey and ginger.
No, I will have a ginger ale.

Harry, listen to me.

You need to leave
this bar now.

Leave?

Fat chance, buddy.

I have met a very
willing lady online,

and she's about to meet me
for a drink.

I'm sorry to cramp your style,
but I'm not going anywhere...

Friend.

You don't look so hot.
You okay?

No.
I had a bad day.

Ah...
That's a bummer.

Anything I can do
to help?

Harry, look at the tv
and talk about the race.

Talk about the race now,
or we both die.

Come on...

Autos.

Go faster!

Burn some rubber!

Who the hell was that?

Harry, I need you to shut up
and listen to me.

It all started
a few days ago

with a new client
that Winston brought in.

Sarah Han...
This is our team.

Uh, we just want to get them
into the loop on your situation.

Why don't you tell them
what you just told me?

My fiance has threatened
to kill me.

I don't know
where to go to for help.

And your fiance is...

Henry Claypool.

Am I supposed to know
who this person is?

"Claypool Security Solutions."

Paramilitary troops
for hire.

Global V.I.P. protection.

He's also a notorious recluse.
Ironically enough,

he's pretty paranoid
about his own security.

His compound in Marin

is said to be
the most heavily guarded

private residence
in North America.

It wouldn't kill you
to read a paper once in a while.

So...

Why don't you tell them
why he's threatening you.

I looked
at Henry's private files

when he walked away
from his computer.

There's an arm
of his company

that no one knows about--
a group that

carries out
assassinations.

A hit squad.
Heads of state...

Drug rivals, CEOs.

You name the hit,
he names a price.

Henry caught me
looking at his files,

and he made it clear

that if I told anyone
about it,

or if I ever tried
to leave him,

then I'd be...

Dead?

Excuse me. Can I steal
Mr. Guerrero for a moment?

Would you please
take him?

Excuse me.

You were supposed to keep me
apprised of your progress...

Regarding the matter
between us.

Oh, that picture of your husband
and that broad.

Yes.

I think it's probably best

if we both just forget
about this.

Look, she had a series
of fake names,

aliases at hotels--

only paid through accounts
that, uh, weren't traceable,

burner cell phones she only
talked to Marshall on.

- Are you--
- What are you insinuating?

She was his mistress.

You--you don't know that.

I, uh...Have been doing this
a long time, okay?

I can read
between the lines.

Sorry, dude.

So all we got to do is tie
Claypool to these hit squads,

and we take him down.
Easier said than done.

The computer where
I saw the records--

it's in Henry's
private office,

and it's completely
off-network.

- You can't access it remotely.
- So we break in.

That's where
it gets interesting.

Claypool's compound is
on an 800-acre ranch.

Perimeter is completely
surrounded by electric fencing

and cameras every 20 feet--
it's airtight.

Now, once you're
inside the fence,

there's a patrol 24-7

of a company-strength unit

of Claypool's
elite private security.

All those guys are
ex-military--serious operators.

And even if we do
get past the fence

and the cameras

and the army of guards,

Claypool's office
inside the house--

that's a whole other
headache.

Temperature control sensors--
to within 1/10 of a degree.

Body temperature will set
the alarms off in seconds.

The floor is completely covered
with invisible laser sheeting.

So anything
touches that, and...

What happens?

Nothing.

What do you think happens?
Alarms, guards,

reign of terror--
try to keep up.

I was just asking
a question.

You must think
I'm a fool...

For not seeing
through Henry's lies,

for not realizing sooner
the kind of man he truly is.

We're not here
to judge you, Miss Han.

We're here to get you
out of this.

And to do that, we're gonna
need you to go back to Claypool

so he doesn't get suspicious--
still, all things considered,

it's gonna take a hell of a lot
of maneuvering

to get us inside that place
to get us what we need.

I can get us in.

- How long have you been standing there?
- Oh, long enough.

Are--are you a part
of the team?

Yes.

Not really.

I'm Ilsa Pucci,
and this is my company.

Could we have
a word, boss?

Don't you dare try
and stop me.

You know, Claypool tried
for years

to do business
with Marshall.

If I reach out to him
for a sit-down,

he's sure to agree.
Okay, let's just slow down a little bit.

I think I know
what this is about.

Yeah, it's about freeing our
client from that horrible man.

This is about the mistress
in the photo.

- Guerrero told me all about it.
- He told you?

He was worried
about you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Guerrero
was worried about me?

We tell
each other things.

- But that's not the point.
- Well, what is your point?

The point is,
you're looking at a woman

who was lied to by a man
she thought she knew,

and you're taking it
personally.

How dare you?

Look, what Marshall did
or didn't do--

I-I-I can do
anything about that.

But that woman
in the other room,

I can help her--
I can do something about that.

So...

So let me...

Please.

What?

You let her come
on the mission?

She pays the bills, Harry.

I don't let her
do anything.

She came up
with a reasonable plan,

and I knew
I could make it work.

All right. I mean,
how bad could it be?

You're sitting here,
so I guess it turned out okay.

The job went south.

One of the team
didn't make it out.

Someone got left behind?
You're kidding me. Who?

You picked a great night
for a blind date, Harry.

I-I don't understand.
W-what's happening here?

In about ten minutes,

an exchange is going
to take place.

If we return to Claypool
what we stole from him,

he's agreed to release
the prisoner.

Winston had to set this up
in a public place

to keep them honest,
hence the bar.

Wait, where's--
where's the prisoner?

You're looking at him.

What?

You're the guy
who didn't make it?

What are you doing
sitting there?

Why don't you do something?

It's an I.E.D.
If I move, I die.

Breathe, Harry.

♪ Human target 2x12 ♪
The Trouble With Harry
Original Air Date on February 2, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
== for www.addic7ed.com ==

♪ ♪

All right, all right, all right.
Stay calm. Stay calm. All.

You've got a bomb
underneath your seat.

Yeah. It's pretty
well-made too.

These guys must have spent
some time in Iraq.

- I get up, and it blows.
- Maybe I should just move over.

Harry, if you want
to leave,

it's fine--
I totally understand.

Well, I mean, I do have
a big day tomorrow.

What do you mean leave?
I'm not gonna leave.

You've been there
every single time

I've had a gun or a missile
or even a woman

pointed in my direction--
I'm not gonna leave.

We're in this together.
Now, what's the plan?

Well, now we have
about eight minutes left

until the exchange.

And I'm pretty sure that
if Claypool gets his way,

I'm gonna end up dead.

So I need to figure
a way out of this.

But now that you're here,
you're going to help.

You want me to take somebody
out? I can do that for you.

- Harry...
- Classically trained
in the martial arts, baby.

Harry...
I'm sorry.

I'm getting ahead of myself.
Tell me what to do.

Step one, order a martini
with extra olives.

- I can't. Gin makes me wheeze.
- Order the martini.

Hey, guy.
Martini, extra olives.

Why am I ordering a martini?
I don't want a martini.

I thought
I was supposed to talk,

and you were supposed
to listen.

A good operator
craves intel.

It's probably best
if you just tell me

- everything that's happened so far.
- We don't have time for that.

Just give me the quick version.
Want me to shut up?

I'm telling you how to do it.

All right.
Claypool's office--

the break-in.

Figure we'll pair
you and Chance up

to take the office.
Sounds good.

It'll be nice, actually.

Chance and I have
some catching up to do.

What the hell
does that mean?

Don't worry about us.
We can beat that room.

Question is, uh,

can the fifth Beatle
over there

get the password
to access the computer

before this whole plan
goes to pot?

That's a $9,000 bottle of wine
you're poisoning...

Just so you're all aware.

Somehow I imagine
you won't be missing that.

And it's not poison,
all right?

It's sodium thiopental.

Seriously, the wine is
the best way to deliver it.

The guy's paranoid
about his food,

but he's got a weak spot
for the good stuff.

This will render him
compliant?

This will render
him mush...

At least
for a little while.

Chatty, disoriented--

incapable of concealing
the truth.

Essentially,
he'll be Ames.

Look, all you got to do
is ask him for the password.

When he coughs it up,
we're home free.

We should probably
get going.

Mr. Claypool's
expecting me.

Psst. Hey...

You know, when, um--

when you called her aside
the other day,

we were kind of
under the impression

that you were gonna,
you know,

talk her out of this.
Talk her out of what?

Getting us all killed.

Don't you think this is a bit
of a risky proposition,

to give Ilsa this big a role
in an operation like this?

All right, guys, she said
she could get us an invite

to the compound--
she did.

And she's helped us out
in the past.

Here and there, yeah.
But this is way different.

For one, it's a hell
of a lot more dangerous.

Things are gonna be happening
really quickly.

And the whole damn thing
is riding on her.

She needs to be able
to read situations, man--

adapt without thinking.

There's a reason you never,
ever put an amateur

in the driver's seat.

All valid considerations,
gentlemen, except for one.

She's not in the driver's seat.
I am.

Trust me, I've got it
under control.

Oh.

All right, we just went
through the gate,

about a half a kilometer
to the house.

Okay. Copy that.

So about four years ago,
this guy I know

tries to break
into this place.

Claypool's Security
catches him.

Officially,
he's reported missing.

Unofficially,
if you were to dig

in just the right place
in these woods out here,

he wouldn't be
so missing anymore.

And Claypool's
political connections

make sure that
nobody does that digging.

Are you inventing ghost stories
to scare me, Mr. Guerrero?

Really?
His name was Marvin.

I still send money to his wife
and kids every now and then.

Why are you
telling me this now?

Because I like you, and it's not
too late to turn around.

And where would that
leave Sarah?

No. We move forward.

Chance, 100 meters
to the house.

Copy that.

So there's something

I've been, uh, meaning
to ask you about.

Are you, uh,
seeing anybody right now,

like, romantically?

All right,
we're 50 meters out.

We've been working together
for a while now, right?

And in all that time,

I haven't really seen you
date anybody.

And frankly,
that boggles my mind.

You're, like,
a total catch.

Anyway, I would like
to help.

I have this friend,
right?

And I think you two
would get along great.

Her name's Melanie,

and she's really friendly.

20 meters out.

Security's out
in front of the house.

Looks like
we're getting inspected.

I'm not interested.
I need you to focus, Ames.

I'm focused.

I'm just saying
she's very friendly,

if you know what I mean.

Open your trunk and step
out of your vehicle.

No problem.

Mrs. Pucci...

I'm Mr. Vaughn,
head of security.

Mr. Claypool's waiting
for you.

Right this way.

You may wait
in the service area.

We'll park the car
for you.

Service area?

Are you the driver?

You will sit there.

You will not leave
except to use the restroom.

Oh, and while you're here,
make yourself useful.

They got me
folding napkins, dude.

Weekend warrior's
running point,

and I'm on napkin duty.

Just great.

Yeah, yeah.
Quit moaning.

You're in range of the network.
Just flip the switch.

This is so wrong.

Okay, Chance,

I got video.
You loose yet?

Not yet. Stand by.

When I say this girl
has no expectations,

I mean it.

All she's after
is a few drinks, maybe dinner,

definitely sex.
Ames, enough.

We're clear.

All right, I need you
to head southwest.

I'll monitor
the down-cycle video,

get you into Claypool's office
without being seen.

Then we just got to hope
Ilsa can get Claypool

to drink the wine
before we're all dead.

Mrs. Pucci.

So pleased you could make it
all this way.

Mr. Claypool.
The pleasure's all mine.

A gift.

Hmm...

Very nice.

Thank you.

My fiancee, Sarah.

She'll join us
in a moment.

- That's a beautiful animal.
- You ride?

Once upon a time.

That's interesting,
'cause I myself

don't see the appeal.

Loss of control, perhaps.

All right, there's
no more patrols coming at you

for the next few minutes.

Just head north,
down that corridor.

You should see

the office door.

All right, Winston,
we're here.

We're entering
Sarah's code.

Listen, now,

once you open that door,

your body's is gonna raise the
temperature in that room fast,

which means you'll only have
ten seconds

to get it back down.

Seven...Six...

And that, my friends,
is how it's done.

Are you sure
the lasers are there?

Pretty sure.

All right, Chance, you're up.

Got to get
to that computer.

What's the problem?

The table isn't where it was
in Winston's plan.

Somebody must have moved it.

Can you make it?

Winston...
I read you.

But I need you
to hang on a second.

They're about to serve
the wine.

If Ilsa can't get
the password,

it won't matter if you can get
to the computer or not.

So tell me, Mrs. Pucci.

Why did you come
all this way to see us?

I'd like to talk to you
about a business proposal.

A partnership.

What sort of partnership?

Well, our aid camps
all over the world

are constantly the target
of local harassment,

intimidation.

My husband
always believed

in using his checkbook
to resolve those disputes.

But lately I've begun to call
into question those methods.

And, well,
we need a friend...

A strong friend.

Aren't you joining me?

Oh, my physician
advised me against it.

He just set the glass down,
didn't he?

Give her a chance
to save it.

Save it? Are you kidding, man?
She just blew it.

Ilsa, I need you

to be calm, okay?

Don't let this guy
see you rattled.

This is great, man.
I'm going in there.

- Okay, hang on.
- Are you out of your mind?

You're on camera!

If they look up
and see that you're gone,

this whole thing is shot.

This whole thing's shot

anyway if she can't get him
to drink the wine, dude.

She will figure it out.

She'll figure
something out?

What's
she gonna figure out?

You know,
on second thought...

My doctor need never know.

A toast.

Future endeavors.

She didn't just do
what I think she did, did she?

Yeah.
She dosed herself.

Amateurs, dude--
told you.

♪ Now, you can say ♪

♪ say I treated you badly ♪

♪ either way,
send your love to me madly ♪

♪ love is sweet
like honey, baby ♪

♪ when it's on your side ♪

♪ let me tell ya
what it's all about ♪

All right, I got
a toothpick in my sock.

If this is some kind
of practical joke,

I'm gonna be pissed.

Trust me, Harry,
it'll all make sense soon.

Now I need you to buy
this bottle of scotch,

third from the left.

What do you think I make?
That's 100 bucks a bottle.

Just buy it.
I'll reimburse you.

Hey, Guy...

Can I have a bottle
of the McLaughlin?

What? I'm thirsty.

When I was in the bathroom,
it occurred to me

how many times I've asked to go
on a mission with you.

And every single time I
ask you, this is what you say--

"maybe next week, Harry."

Or, "there's not enough room
in the car, Harry."

Or, "Guerrero's gonna
slit your throat, Harry."

Yeah. So?

So I never took it personally.
I never did.

I know your team dynamics
are kind of delicate.

You guys
are kind of a clique.

But then I wondered,
why did you--

why did you let Ilsa
come on the mission?

I told you, she had the idea
to get us in the door.

But you knew
she wasn't thinking straight

because of the photo
of her husband.

Harry, what are you
getting at?

Just finish your story.
We only got a couple minutes.

So Ilsa had just
drugged herself,

which obviously wasn't
part of the plan.

Henry, is everything okay?

I don't feel well.

I think it's the wine.

Yeah.

There's something in it.

Yes.

Busted!

What did you do?

- Mrs. Pucci...
- It's all right, Sarah.

It's all right.

We gave you a dose
of sodium thiopental

so that Sarah and I can learn
the password

to all your secret files
and then use that information

to put you behind bars.

Come on, guys,
this is a disaster, man.

She's saying
whatever pops into her head.

Okay, hold on, hold on.

She might be able
to salvage this.

She'll only salvage it

if she asks
for the damn password!

But you can't do this.

Why not?
What's to stop me?

My security chief.

The moment he hears
what's happening here...

I didn't think about that.

Ilsa, I need you--

What are you gonna do?
Sarah, relax.

You're gonna ask him
for the password!

Darling--
we'll tie him up.

Tie him up?
What are you tying him up for?

Chance, listen to me now.

Stay focused.
Just get to the computer.

Guerrero, we're running out of time.

Get in there.
Help Ilsa.

Finally!

Winston, am I clear?

Come on, you got this.
You're the man.

All right, Ames,
I know you mean well,

but you're distracting me.

Oh, my God.

I got it. It's cool.

Listen, on second thought,

is there any way we can get
that password a little faster?

All right, Guerrero,

you are clear,
but hurry it up.

Where do you think
you're going?

I was looking for you.
There's a roach.

- No.
- Yeah. Look.

How's that password coming?

Clown time's over.
Step aside.

Look at me.

Look at me!
What's your name?

Henry Claypool.

What day is today?
Tuesday.

Are you a paranoid,
bullying douche bag?

Oh, yeah.

Good.
What's the password

to your private files
in your office?

C-5-1-

Y-H-F.

- Mr. Guerrero.
- Yeah?

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

You know, I've always admired
your taste in clothes.

Okay.
All right, dude,

here's the password.
It's coming to you now.

Yeah?

Charlie, 2, 5, 1...

Yaletown,

Hotel, Foxtrot--
Got that?

Okay...

I'm in.

Three minutes. Great.

Ooh.

Thanks.

All right, let's motor.

Remember, if we hit any trouble,
follow my lead.

Mr. Claypool.

This way. Let's go.

No, wait.

The second
he finds Henry,

this whole place will shut
down--we'll never make it out.

Mr. Claypool.

Sir, can I enter?

Mr. Vaughn,
what is it?

Well, I was knocking,
and there was no answer.

Is everything all right?

Honestly...No.

For starters, you've interrupted
a very sensitive meeting

between myself and your boss,
and, secondly,

I don't like your face.

My face?

It upsets me.

All right, Winston, you there?

Yeah, I'm here!
What the hell's going on?

Things got a little hot in
there, man--I got some bad news.

Boss lady,
she gave herself up.

What?
Dude, no choice.

What do you mean
there's no choice?

There is always a choice!

Yeah, well,
as it turns out,

that's not necessarily
the case.

Look, either someone
stayed back

to hold off Vaughn,
or we all got busted.

And it wasn't like
she was in any shape

to get Sarah to the car.
Why didn't you--

Dude, I don't like it either.

Look, I'll give her this--

for an amateur,
she's got stones.

Chance, what do we do?

On a smaller head,
your eyes would be fine.

But combined
with your ears

and your oddly feminine
bone structure,

the effect is really
quite unsettling.

Mrs. Pucci!
I think that's enough.

Well, in that case,
Mr. Vaughn,

why don't you leave us
to our business

and go and find someone else
in this house to--

Stop!

You're not going anywhere.

All right...

- I'm sending Ames out with the files.
- Just Ames?

Go!

Well, what are you
gonna do?

I'm going to get Ilsa.

Chance...

Listen to me now, okay?

Ilsa's caught.
That's a fact.

There's nothing
you can do about that, okay?

But the rest of you
can still get out.

So you're saying
leave her behind.

I'm saying that as long
as we have Claypool's files,

we can hold on to 'em

and trade 'em for Ilsa later.

If you go back,
you're gonna all get caught.

Winston, I got it.

It's under control.

We have a breach,
we have a breach.

Whoever set off the alarms
is still on the premises,

and I want 'em caught.
Copy that, sir.

Perimeter lockdown
under way.

You and your little friends...

Are in a great deal
of trouble.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

Make room, people!

Vehicle is fleeing
the property.

We're in pursuit.

It's gonna be tight.

They're approaching
the gate now.

I've got a lock on them.

Winston, the women and children
are getting a little nervous.

- Hope you did your job, dude.
- Say when.

50 meters to the gate.
They're not slowing down.

Uh, now would be good.

Freeze! Hey, freeze!

All evidence
to the contrary,

at least one of us on this job
was a professional.

Sir, the perpetrator's
vehicle just escaped

from the southwest gate.

One male subject,
two females.

Sarah's with them.
She's part of it.

I want plates
on that vehicle.

I want to know
how they escaped.

I want to know if anyone else
is still on the premises,

and I want to know now!

Sir, there's another intruder
in the compound.

Get over there!

Subject is hostile.

I repeat, subject is
extremely hostile!

Returning fire!

We need some backup
out here!

He's gone up the stairs!

Get down, now!

Come on, let's go.

Sorry.
Were you talking to me?

First things first,
you drank the wine, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Winston I.D.'d a weakness
in the perimeter.

We can't get there on foot.
We're gonna need a ride.

I will say this--
there's a possibility

that I was, in fact,
over my head tonight.

You were right,
as you often are

when you're doing
that prosaic,

but admittedly sexy
protective-male thing.

Thanks.

I don't know why
I'm doing this to myself.

Maybe it is because
of Marshall's mistress.

Well, I'm sorry that I put
everyone in this position.

- I'm sorry I didn't--
- You smell that?

What?

It smells like crap.

Nice.
Very nice.

You know, I'm trying to make
a heartfelt apology here.

No, I mean, it smells
like actual crap.

I think we found
our ride.

Hyah!

Listen, when I hop off,

you're gonna want to stay
on this course,

find a hole in the fence.

Wait, wait!
You're hopping off?

Look, there's too many guards.
We can't outrun 'em.

- I'm gonna have to buy you some time.
- How will you get out of here?

I probably won't.

- Please don't do this.
- Sarah's with the team.

She has the information
you need.

You can bargain
me out later.

You'll be fine.

No, I won't!
This is all my fault!

Hang on.

Listen...

Don't beat yourself up.

When I let you come on this job,
I knew something might happen.

Then why would you let me come
along with you?

I'll be fine.
I promise.

You might want
to hold on.

Hyah!

Shots fired!
We've got shots fired in the north corner!

Air two, air two, move in!

And here we are.

Here's what's next.
In about one minute,

one of our team is gonna walk
through the door

with the information we took
from Claypool's office.

Can I ask you who
that's gonna be?

Claypool's angry.
He lost face.

He's probably gonna
insist on Ilsa.

- Oh, Ilsa.
- What?

Listen, Chance,
if I thought you were

about to get into something

that was gonna get you,
me, and Ilsa killed,

you'd want me to tell you about it, right?
What are you talking about?

I think
you're off your game.

Why do you think
I'm off my game?

Uh, "A," handcuffs.
"B," bomb.

Didn't I tell you
about what I did back there?

The stuff in the office,
with the horse--

a lot of people would have
been impressed with that.

They obviously don't know you.

All right, now I'm starting
to get a little offended.

It's a very
complicated case.

There are a lot
of moving pieces.

That's why I got caught.

No, I think it's
for another reason.

Which is?

I think you were
uncharacteristically lacking

in focus on this job.

I think--I think
your judgment's clouded.

- Examples?
- You slipped in the office.

You said you nearly fell
off the table

going for the computer.
I was distracted.

You really can't see it,
can you?

You were distracted because
you knew Ilsa was off-book,

and she drank the wine.

Instead of concentrating
on the jump,

you were worried about her.

Okay, Harry, listen--

No, no, no, you listen.
You listen to me.

When I asked you why you let
Ilsa come on the mission,

you basically dodged
the question.

I think the reason
you let Ilsa come

is 'cause, when it comes
to her, you're not in control.

The reason you got caught
is 'cause you're realizing

that you got feelings
for your boss.

Speak of the devil.

Here we go.

Chance, get your head
in the game, come on.

Forget what I said about her.
You need to tell me what to do.

Harry, I need you
to buy me some time.

I came alone,
as we agreed.

You give me the files,
and you're both free to go.

It'll all start to make sense
soon enough, Harry.

Remember when
i told you that?

It's all here--

uncorrupted,
hasn't been copied.

Now let him go.

On second thought,
Mrs. Pucci,

why don't you join
Mr. Chance at the bar,

because unlike last night,

this time I'm perfectly
capable of lying.

Harry...

You're about to see
why I wanted you to get

the martini, the sock,
and the bottle of scotch.

Buy me ten seconds.

Okay.

All right.

Hey, who wants to see
a little bar trick?

Easy, easy, I'm Harry Houdini.
Observe.

I'm gonna take this
tiny, little cherry stem

and tie it in a knot

with nothing but my tongue.

Watch.

I'm doing it. I'm doing--

Over there!

I don't mean to be harsh,

but this is your idea of a rescue plan?

Really? You thought
you could just

waltz in here
and exchange the file?

The word "double-cross"
just never came up?

Seriously, if you don't want
to start getting labeled

as an amateur,
you're gonna have to start

thinking these things through.
Are you done?

Yeah...

I'd say you are.

Let's see an amateur
do that.

Where's Claypool?

Uh, you were saying?

Okay...
I don't know about you guys,

but I thought I handled
myself pretty well...

Amazingly well.

You're welcome.

Detective's
a buddy of mine.

I got him to leave Ilsa's name
out of it, you know?

Listen, thanks
for the help.

I appreciate it,
but just for the record,

i think Harry and I probably
could've handled this

on our own.

Yeah, right.

Want me to tell him?

So, Harry, what were you doing
here tonight, anyway?

Oh, I was supposed to meet
a girl, but she didn't show up.

That never, ever happens...

Ever.
Oh, I know.

What was her name?

Her name is Laverne.

No.

Oh, yeah.

You sent Harry.

Yes, sir.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You were Laverne?

Okay, listen...

I understand
you wanted to help.

But of all the people
to send, why Harry?

You think Claypool's guys
would be on the lookout

for any threatening characters
approaching the bar?

Yeah, of course.

So let me ask you...

Do you know anyone,
anyone at all,

less threatening...

Than this man?

I'm right here.

Less threatening
and yet secretly, inexplicably

guaran-damn-teed
to fall ass-backwards

into the lap of success.

- Well played.
- Thank you.

Let's get the hell
out of here

before we have to start
answering a bunch of questions.

Uh, there's--
there's one more thing.

Look, I think I know
why you had no interest

in being set up on a date.

And I didn't notice it
until tonight,

but I think Chance may have
a crush on somebody...

Somebody
on this very team.

Listen, it's okay.

I've had this happen before.
It's perfectly understandable.

See you tomorrow.

Nice work today,
by the way.

Why is nobody
taking this seriously?

Hey, um...

I, uh--I know this might be
kind of inappropriate,

but, um...

They just walk away from me
while I'm talking.

Okay, okay, that's good.
No worries.

You're not answering
your phone.

Uh, Winston said
it was probably better

that I wasn't at the scene
when the police arrived.

He said that--
Yeah, he took care of it. It's fine.

It smells like his rum cake
in here, though.

I've had a bit to drink.

You don't have to say
anything.

I know I shouldn't be doing
this to myself.

Marshall had an affair.

Had I never seen
that photograph,

I'd never have known it.

So why should I let

one photograph send me
into a tailspin like this?

He and I were happy
together.

We had a good life
together.

I should be able to remember him
like that, shouldn't I?

Yeah, you should.

So why can't I?

I-I don't know
how to answer that...

Question, Ilsa.

What I do know
is that...

If Marshall did cheat on you,
he--he was an idiot.

And for what
it's worth...

You deserve
a lot better than that.

I-I don't think
it's a good idea to mix, um...

Rum and thiopental.

♪ No, you can't hide ♪

♪ what you would do ♪

♪ it glows in the dark ♪

♪ once we become ♪

♪ the more it backfires ♪

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