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You see, my whole life, I've
prided myself on never picking a side.

I'll help you hide the hundred million.

Look at that.

You think this was my first choice?
It's insane!

Cole's dead?

I have to take something.

Please, will you stop?

Grifter.

Hitter.

Hacker.

Thief.

We found other people
who heard about us

and were doing the same thing,
so we recruited them.

Now we have 12 active teams.

Leverage International.

And no shortage of rich bad guys.

Sadly not.

Hardison says it's because
we live in the worst timeline.

Well, we do.

Hey.

To Nate, yeah?

One year gone but never forgotten.

To Nate.

He was self-righteous.
He was arrogant.

I swear to God he made it up
half the time, but...

I miss the hell out of him.

To Nate.

Hey, no.

Dude.

You're a lightweight, man.
I'm not carrying you out of here.

Eliot and I do most of the traveling
so he can check on his meat wagons.

Food trucks, Park. It's food trucks.

I started a chain of food trucks.

Jobs for folks that
get out of the military.

It's good for them.
It's a fresh start.

But mostly we're just
supervising the other crews.

I can't remember the last time
I was in an air vent.

I miss vents.

Hey, we built vents in the house
so you could spend time in them.

But I know those vents.

There's nothing like the feeling
of sliding into a hot, strange vent.

To strange vents.

Mm-hm.

Why are you staying at home?

You know, just working
with refugee groups.

Coordinating food drives
to resettlement camps,

getting medicine to aid workers.

George Clooney's satellite
that tracks all the war crimes?

It's all software.
Somebody's gotta run it.

Age of the geek, baby.

- Age of the geek, baby.
- Age of the geek.

What about you though, hm?

How you doing since, uh... you know.

You know, I've just been
doing this and that.

Because you stopped
returning our calls.

Eliot was very worried.

It's not... We were all...

I'm gonna cut this with some food.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

I'll whip up some brunch for us right now.

Eliot, my cupboards are bare.

And you guys,
you've got a plane to catch.

Oh, no, no, no.
I'll run to the store.

- Yeah...
- Could you just stop?

Just stop.

We should steal something.

That's it.

That is it. That is it. That's it.

No. I haven't...

- It's been years.
- Sophie.

This might be a nice distraction for you.

Nearest art gallery?

Boston Museum of Art.

One point nine miles away.

Just upgraded to
a Glenn-Rieder Mark IV system.

What!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!
Fletcher's art has got to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho!
Fletcher's art has got to go!

Maxwell's a murderer!
He's a murderer!

All right, I count two guards
in each gallery.

See anything you like, Sophie?

I'm gonna go secure the exits.

Hey, man, if you happen to find
some water or some aspirin...

I told you, man!

It's been eight years
since I've done this.

I need a sec.

I can't do this.

No.

This is ridiculous.
This is idiotic.

You're being an idiot.
Don't walk away from me.

The issues around my family have
nothing to do with the art, my art.

Why would you remove my name
from the brochure?

I would think the protestors
would make that clear.

Do you want me to pull my Rembrandt
from this show? Because I will.

Harry?

This is one of my lawyers.
Fix this.

Well, unfortunately
the terms of your contract

preclude removing the piece mid-show,

but we can cancel the next donation.

- Actually, we no longer want your money.
- Oh, you don't?

You don't want my money?

I've sponsored this museum
for over a decade.

I rebuilt that damn gallery!

I'm calling the board right now.

He's a treat.

Well, the Maxwell family
has donated millions of dollars

to art museums around the world.

Mr. Maxwell values his reputation
as a collector above all else.

Remind me, how did the Maxwell family
make their fortune?

Opioids, right?

Wasn't it?

Not one of the protestors, are you?

I'm just here for the art.

This is Mr. Maxwell's piece.

Oh.

You know, before he owned it,
it was stolen.

- Back in, um...
- 2002. London.

On a beautiful spring day.

It was a bit of a rush job, really.

No.

Hey. Um...

Sorry if we pushed you to come here.

It's just, we are worried.

Not now. You're not gonna believe
what's happening here.

Oh, yeah. Somebody cut the cameras.

They're gonna steal that Rembrandt.

Probably set off
the fire alarms for cover.

So, anyway, my psychologist says that...

Your psychologist?

Dr. Novik.

We helped her save some abused kids,
so she pays me back in services.

Three.

- Two.
- One.

I'm sorry, you're seeing
a child psychologist?

She like the puppets.

People, people.
There's no need to panic.

Just head right for the exits.
Right this way.

Here we go.

That's right.

This is not what it looks like.

'Cause it looks like
you're stealing a Rembrandt.

And you've got
a two-minute window, tops.

Hurry on.

Are you not gonna call?

You want me to keep...

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

Harry Wilson, lawyer.

That my wallet?

Well, I hope so.

It's got all your credit cards in it.

Undergrad, Tulane.
Oh, he's a New Orleans boy.

Okay, law school, Harvard.

Works at a New Orleans law firm.

Your client list...

Ooh. These are not good people.
Harry, you work for some bad people.

You shady.

Hardison, he cut the cameras,

but we should probably wipe footage
of everyone in the gallery.

I'm on it. Babe, give me a hardwire tap
into the gallery Wi-Fi.

She does that.

Ooh. Looping the magnetic detector.
I like that.

I don't know that technique.

Where'd you learn that?

- YouTube.
- Oh, dear.

Exit strategy with those gates down?

Ah.

Employee access corridor. Nice.

Parker.

Is that my watch?

He's not gonna learn
unless he does it himself.

Not gonna learn what?

You have to check for weight triggers
in the support wire.

You were doing so well.

He was doing so well, right?

No, he wasn't.
You know he's going to prison forever.

Leave the painting.

- Leave the painting?
- The painting.

- The painting.
- We have to go.

Right now they're overriding
the fire alarm doors,

the police are on their way,

and an enterprising employee's gonna
come running through your escape route.

Well, can I at least get my... my...

my wallet.

- Where's Eliot?
- He's securing the...

Securing the exits.

Well, now you're gonna
have to carry him.

What?

You wanted a distraction.

He's the distraction.

Hardison, get the left side.
I'll take the right.

- You hit him.
- Hardison!

Damn it, Hardison.

Yeah, we caught him trying
to steal one of the Rembrandts.

So he's a thief?

No.

I'm not sure what he is.

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Sorry, I was just doing the math.

I think we could protect
about a hundred million dollars.

You'll have to pay out the rest
in settlements.

No, no.
I'm not settling anything.

I am a doctor.

I'm a patron of the arts.
I'm not a drug dealer.

My family makes medication
for sick people.

It's not our fault
a bunch of addicts took advantage.

You're omitting the bit
where for eight years

you misled thousands
of doctors and patients

about how addictive
the opioid mixture was.

Well, that's an exaggeration.

You made cartoons.

I make the ouchie go away.

There's memos.

In that one, you talk about
how much money you make

selling drugs to wounded veterans.

- Where did you get this?
- Well, that doesn't matter.

What matters is that the attorneys general
from the seven states

that are about to sue you,
they have it.

Now, my firm can help you
hide some of your money,

but you will pay out the rest, or,

as outlined in this report,

you're facing years
of costly litigation

against these media-friendly victims.

If you agree, I'll help you
hide the hundred million,

and I'll seek out each of the litigants,

and I'll talk them into settling.

All right.

You come very highly recommended.
I'm glad to have you on my side.

Oh, I'm not on anybody's side.
I'm a lawyer.

Cole Hoskins?

My name's Harry Wilson.

I'm here to talk to you about your lawsuit
with Libris Pharmaceuticals.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Cole. Cole.

Go inside. I'll handle it.

I'm his sister Jenny.
I have power of attorney.

The limp's from an IED outside Bagram.

What about the power of attorney?

After his third stint in rehab.

Know any reason I don't beat you myself?

Libris Pharmaceuticals wants to settle.

Your medication turned my brother
into an addict.

Not my medication. Those are
the people my firm represents.

We've convinced Maxwell to pay out.

But I gotta go back down there
and tell him that you'll...

put down the shovel, so to speak.

We used to own a house, you know.

Belonged to my grandparents.

Had to sell the second time
he was in rehab.

Well, I promise
you'll have enough to buy it back.

I'll even help you with the paperwork.

You bank a lot on that
sweet-looking face, don't you?

You have my word.

And done.

Now, only use these codes to move
the money you want, completely secure.

As to our plan for the settlement...

Oh, we're not settling anything.

I'm not letting a bunch of nobodies
ruin the Maxwell name.

Um, I thought I explained,

you're gonna spend millions of dollars
litigating this for years.

Millions I have.

Years they don't have.

No, you... you laid it out
so beautifully right here.

If I tie them up in court,
eventually they're gonna settle or quit.

Hell, because you got most of them
to consider settling,

I even know how much
to lowball them.

Now, when I spend the next decade
donating to museums

around the world,
sharing the gift of my art,

no one is gonna remember
a bunch of penny-ante settlements

strung out over years.

These problems are gonna be forgotten,
and my name

will live on in those museums forever.

Honestly, Harry, I...

I could not have done this without you.

Have a good day.

So you felt guilty.

My whole life, I prided myself
on never picking a side.

But I began to think all those years,
maybe... maybe I had.

Better late than never, I guess.

Lightweight. See?

Hey, don't.

Do not.

Say, man, why didn't you
just go for all his money?

I'm the one who made it
impossible to access.

Bank of Malta.

Voice passwords
that change every 24 hours.

Mm-mm. Besides...

You wanted to hurt him. You know
the money doesn't matter to him.

The art does.

He's got famous paintings
hanging in galleries

in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York...

Eight museums all around the country,
all with his name on the walls.

That's all he talks about.

No, that's not right.

It's not about the art.

It's about this guy's name.
That's what matters.

It's his lost reputation.

At the museum, he wasn't just angry,

he was afraid.

He thought he bought legitimacy,

and he can feel it slipping away.

And nothing hurts
like feeling you're safe and then...

having that taken away from you.

So, are we gonna help this guy,

or are we gonna bonk him on the head,

Hardison wipes his ID and credit rating
and we dump him in Venezuela?

I'd like to vote no on that.

You don't get a vote.
Sit your ass back down.

No.

No. I'm retired.

I haven't been on the con for years.

But you spotted him prepping his heist
without even trying.

Yeah, you should have seen your face

when you realized. You lit up.

Sophie, you're the one
that made us bring him here,

all right, instead of
leaving him for the guards.

Hey, get the gang back together
Star Trek style.

Even numbers only, baby.
I can't believe I know that.

Uh, excuse me. If I may...

I think I've deduced
that you are a group of thieves

who were at the museum
not to steal the Rembrandt.

Who here hasn't already
stolen a Rembrandt?

Got three. Hat trick.

But now that you've heard
that the owner is vermin,

you will help me ruin him?

You want our help or not?

I can trust you?

-Sorry. That's funny.

You can trust us on this?

- Probably.
- Hardison.

We haven't even done background
on the target. We don't know the mark.

Are you trying to tell me
you don't think

you can cold-read
this Maxwell dude, Sophie?

I once saw you predict a mark's weakness
off of his driver's license photo.

Come on, now.

Maxwell knows his philanthropy
can't outrun his scandals.

You saw those protests.

In theory... in theory...

he's looking for the next big score.

The one donation
they can't take away from him

that's gonna drown out
all the negative press.

Well, any man
who's insecure about his name

can never turn down
an opportunity to be a hero.

That's not bad, new guy.

A hero-level donation.

Stolen painting.

A stolen lost painting,

one specific to him, to hook him.

A lost Rembrandt.

A lost Rembrandt.

Nate.

Nate worked the case.

Every insurance investigator has
at some point. It's the white whale.

The Gardner Heist.

Highly overrated. Strong results,
but amateur technique.

Nate was still on Vista.

What kind of ancient
historical foolishness is this?

Nineteen-ninety, a bunch of thieves
broke in and stole, like...

Thirteen.

Thirteen works of art
from the Isabella Gardner Museum.

Including a Vermeer and Rembrandt's
Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

That's it, Hardison.

It's the greatest unsolved art crime
in the world.

Anyone, no matter their sins,

who was to find and return
just one of these paintings

would be a hero.

Well, anyone who claimed
to return one of these paintings

that later turned out to be a fake,

their name would be ruined
in the art world forever.

Quite right.

It seems like you're already halfway
to a plan there, Ms. Devereaux.

Way ahead of us.

We'll do this one.

Just one.

And we're gonna need our Mr. Wilson.

- No, no.
- We're rushed.

He's already an inside man.
We can use that.

Yeah, and we can bonk him
on the head later if we have to.

Uh, thank you.

That doesn't seem right.

Hey, Sophie, come on. Say it.

You know you have to.

Let's go steal a stolen Rembrandt.

-Yes!

That's my girl.

Whew.

What just happened?

So, according to our Mr. Wilson,

Maxwell is obsessed
with these Monet sculptures,

so there's no need to pressure him.

You just ease into it.

Sophie, I've been the roper
for the last eight years.

Yes.

Yes, of course you have.

And don't worry.

I haven't stabbed anybody in a really
long time, like a whole month.

Parker, a month's not very long.

It is when you're the one
not doing the stabbing.

Yes, my name is still on the wall,

but they took it out of the brochure,

and it is not on the placard.

Yes, yes, it's a private auction,

but we still need certification.

I'm gonna call you back.

You've got to be kidding me.

Well, then find me another expert
on Monet's collection.

Well, it's invitation only for a reason.

They're the rarest pieces.

Y'all better not
be scratching my baby.

So we're not painting fakes anymore?
We're printing them?

Man, we gotta keep up
with the times.

Hey, go on and start that thing up.

Go ahead.

-Are you kidding me?

I am not, sir.

Yeah, see, this is my baby, all right?

This is the 3-D printer
I use for all my forgeries.

And check it, there's this dope
AI program from the Netherlands, right?

I used that to teach this how to duplicate
brushstrokes from great artists.

I'm talking about masterpieces
in four hours.

Been doing this a long time?

Oh, yeah. Since I was a kid.

Yeah, since he was
an annoying, cocky kid

that almost got us killed all the time.

I was cocky because I was good.

You were just cranky.

And then you decided to help people.

I didn't start out that way.

I mean, I was really in it for the rep,

Parker for the cash.

I had anger issues
I needed to work out.

What changed?

What happened?

Uh...

Us. We happened.

The only thing that stays the same
is he gets the easy job.

So a masterpiece in four hours.

Excuse me? Did he just say e-e-easy?

Bruh, I-I g-gotta fake
a masterpiece from 1633.

Not only does the painting
have to look identical,

the materials I use
have to be identical.

I'm talking about the canvas, the paint.

You want to know
where Rembrandt got his paints?

Come on, come on. Excuse me, bro.
Bro, watch out, watch out.

Get a little history on this, brother.

A'ight, see, Rembrandt got his yellow
from soil only found in Cyprus...

his blue from a stone
from one mountain in Afghanistan.

He got the red from these
nasty little crunchy lice

off a damn cactus in Mexico.

I got a sniper in Afghanistan.
He can get you the rocks.

I got a mob driver in Cyprus.
He can get you the soil.

I got a guy in Mexico owes me a favor.

Oh, you... you know somebody

who's nasty enough to pick lice off
a damn cactus with his bare hands?

Yeah.

It's a big favor.

They asked him to dig his own grave,
and I saved his life.

How'd you do that?

I told 'em the check had cleared.
The man could stop digging.

Uh-uh. Mm-mm.

Canvas I can't help you with.

All right. New guy,
check the storage unit.

Whew.

Are these all stolen masterpieces
in this closet?

Don't be ridiculous, man.

If they were stolen masterpieces,
they'd be in that closet.

Just check the dates on the back, man.

Get me something from the 1630s
that I can strip.

Look.

That's the one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
No, no. Uh-uh.

Y'all... y'all gotta get all this stuff
out of here.

This stuff is going to auction
in a few minutes.

Hey, hey, is there a problem?

Yes, this man is... Who are you?

The collection coordinator.

Look, as Ted said...

It's Todd.

Todd. Todd. As Todd said,
all this is going to auction in minutes.

Yeah. Y'all hear
that high-pitched whistle?

Your jockey pump failed.

All right, water's gonna come
bursting out of these pipes

at about 300 psi.

Is that bad?

Son, that's enough
to tear a baby's arm off.

On a baby or, like, a toddler?

I don't know. Maybe a toddler.

Maybe one of those pre-Ks.

What an unsettling metaphor.

Well, y'all can ride it out if you want,

but if I was you,
I'd try to get up underneath

one of them big metal tables
or something.

No, no, no.
Get all this stuff out of here.

Come on. Now! Now.

- Let's go.
- Hey, whoa.

Hey, Todd. Todd.
The auction must go on.

I take full responsibility
for the safety of my people,

and this art.

Well, there's a lot of pipes
in the hallway, too,

so you might want
to just keep on going.

Perhaps all the way down
to the loading garage.

Okay, places, everybody.

He's coming.

And item 44 is sold

for $475,000.

Which brings us to our last item,

a plaster minotaur by Rodin,

once owned
by his friend Claude Monet.

This is a rare piece
from the Musée Marmottan Monet

in Paris that will only enhance
its owner's collection

and reputation.

Let's start the bidding at one million.

Do I have one point one?

One two?

One three? Do I have one three?

One four. One eight.

Two million.

Do I have two point one?

-Two point five.
-

Two point five million is the bid.

Do I have two six?

Going once.

Twice.

The item is sold.

-Two point five million.
-

That concludes
our auction for today.

On behalf of Sommersby's,
thank you all for coming.

Could have faked that minotaur
and walked away with a nice painting.

Nate never settled for nice.

Looks like I have a minotaur.

Yes, and... oh.

I'm afraid I can't sell this to you.

Is there a problem?

Your name has been flagged, Mr. Maxwell.

Illiquidity.

Really?

- I'll just call my bank right now.
- I'm afraid that's not the issue.

The seller doesn't want his piece seized
in a future lawsuit or bankruptcy.

Pardon me, do you have
a deadbeat bidder here, because...

Oh, no. You have Fletcher Maxwell.

More than a deadbeat.
He's a drug dealer.

Okay, this actually
has nothing to do with...

Now, I should demand a recount,

okay, but since my guy's
up here throwing blanks,

I'll take it for two million.

You're gonna pay for this.

Well, I can pay.

I don't care.

Tell me how to find whoever flagged me.

This was a waste of my time.

Mr. Gallagher, the Rodin is a rare one.

- The price that you put in for it...
- I don't care about the price, okay?

I-I want big ticket items.

Stop putting together
these little penny-ante auctions

or I'll send you back to that museum
in Cleveland where I found you!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Come on.

- I gotta get back in there.
- No.

She's Sophie Devereaux.

Are you okay?

I, uh...

Yes. Uh... thank you.

Is your boss always so charming?

Oh.

He has his good days.

I'm Fletcher Maxwell.

Katherine Clive.

Are you a Monet fan, Katherine?

A fan? Well, he's my specialty.
Why?

'Cause I think I have
a business proposition for you.

Can you be at my place around 7:00?

No, it's completely professional,
I assure you.

I'll be there.

Great.

That was...

- Exhilarating.
- Yeah.

I never doubted you.

Yes, you did.

Yeah, I need you to do
a full security check on someone.

Everything about them.

Everything.

You know your haystacks.

You know, I stayed in Monet's house.

I just had to see the light
the way he did.

How can you stand
to be around that boss of yours?

- He got me out of Cleveland.
- Cleveland.

Yes, that's twice I've heard that.

The Cleveland Museum of Art's
really more known

for its Egyptian and Asian art, isn't it?

You know, I've never had dinner with...

With personal security?

Unfortunately, a lot of unreasonable
people blame my family

for their own... ugh... misfortunes.

Everyone's suspect.

You see, I had someone do just
a little bit of checking up on you.

I don't like people poking
into my personal affairs.

Well, you're not required to like me.

Ms. Clive has an excellent reputation
with Impressionist collectors,

but her research at Oxford
was in Egyptian antiquities.

She is one hundred percent legitimate.

- The boss, on the other hand...
- Hmm.

Will Gallagher.
His father was Irish mob.

Who left his son a very corrupt trucking
business when he died. Page three.

You'll see that Gallagher's
been suspected

of being behind numerous
high-price blind sales

at auctions worldwide.

You know I can't confirm that.

These purchases don't make any sense.
It's like he's almost buying at random.

- Why?
- I should go.

- This was a mistake.
- No, no, no.

How would you like
to oversee my Monet collection?

I'll give you full control.

The job's yours. I just need you to be
honest with me about Will Gallagher.

All right.

If you'd never bought
a piece of art in your life,

and you suddenly tried to sell one
for 40 million dollars,

then that would raise
a few red flags, wouldn't it?

The IRS would hound you to the grave.

But if you already owned a collection
worth 20 million,

and you made it look like you flipped it
for 40 in a series of blind sales,

then that would make you
a savvy collector, wouldn't it?

Why would he do that for a painting?

And what previously unknown painting
is worth 40 million dollars?

One that his gangster father stole
30 years ago.

His father's Boston Mob?

The Gardner Heist?

Um, is it...

The Rembrandt.

How would you like to help me
screw your ungrateful thug of a boss?

-You enjoying yourself?
-

I gotta get my trucking company up
and running before Maxwell gets here.

I told him the banks are
about to seize your property.

- You're broke and you have to sell.
- All right.

Do I even want to ask
to whom this building actually belongs?

No? I didn't think so.

You know, this character
you got me playing,

the son of a Boston gangster, it's...

no secret who you wrote this one for.

You know, we never...

we never really got to talk.

If you ever want to... discuss...

I think this is my way
of talking about it.

Through this.

Nathan Ford?

Choose your next words very carefully,
Mr. Wilson.

I saw his name on a document,
I made some calls.

Frankly, the stories are...

incredible.

He was a very brilliant, very angry man.

May I ask?

For a while, his family
contained his anger and...

then his son died,
and he turned the anger on himself.

When we worked together, it drove him,
and he was relentless.

Then he stopped being angry.

But the damage was done.

His heart burned too hot for too long.

Well, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

At least he burned.

Will Gallagher.

Remember me?

Yeah, I remember you.

You here looking for customers
for your pain pills?

Lot of bad backs in here.

Actually, you're the one selling.

And I very much want to buy.

I'm talking about
the Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

Your curator works for me now.

I guess I outbid you on her, too.

I... I got a lot of other buyers lined up.

You don't.

My lawyer, Harry Wilson, he's already
drawn up the evidence for the IRS.

If you try to sell to anybody else,

you're never gonna be able
to save your shoddy little legacy.

Relax.

Painting's worth 40 million
and I'm gonna give you twenty-five.

You're gonna give me 25 million.

Yes. You get to cover
your very ill-advised art purchases,

and you walk away with a nice profit.

I'd take the win.

What are you gonna do with it?

Oh, well, as a noted patron of the arts,

I'm gonna give the painting back
to the Isabella Gardner Museum

as a public service
to the lovely people of Boston.

I'll be authenticating the painting
at 7:00 pm this evening.

You get paid in full.

You even made all the cracks
from the paint aging.

Yeah, I cooked it low and slow
in the pizza oven.

I made the cracks one by one
using a ballpoint pen.

Is that weird that I find
all of that really attractive?

I thank God every day that you do.

All right, get a room.
I'm taking this.

What, the... Wrap it first!

I know that, Hardison!

Hmm. Nice.

Eliot's food truck
makes excellent cover.

Oh, it's more than cover.

It used to take a whole van.

Now we can fit a mini-Lucille inside
every food truck in the world.

Please don't touch my stuff.

Maxwell asked me to find an expert...

to authenticate the painting.

He'll buy it if you're with me.

Wow.

Professor Michele Baptiste

of the Sorbonne Art History Department,
at your service.

Oh. It's impressive how much better
your accents have gotten.

- Pfft.
- Whatchu talkin' 'bout, girl?

My accents have always been great.

Baby, ain't they always been great?

Sure thing. They always...

do that thing. Bye.

Huh?

-

Hello?

Hey. It's Maxwell.

No need for us to go
to that meeting tonight.

Mm-hm. I'm about to teach
somebody a lesson.

Maxwell just cancelled.

Eliot, Maxwell cancelled.
We're coming in.

Do not. Your cover ain't blown,
and I ain't down.

You stay there.

As I live and breathe.

It is you.

I know you?

Not personally.

My company RIZ,

we provide VIP security,

cutting-edge data collection,
threat analysis, blah, blah.

I'll leave you a brochure.

Your face didn't ping a single alarm.

But I happened to glance
at the file, and, well...

I work in the field of violence.

Not knowing Eliot Spencer
in our line of business,

it's a bit like not knowing Rembrandt.

You'll not be hustling Mr. Maxwell today.

So you've only read about me on paper.

This a warning?

Oh, no. It's an audition... for them.

Can we not do this.

Ooh. Giving up already?

You got your boys two by two.

I'm gonna start off
with the guy on the left.

I'm gonna send him into the big fella here
and disrupt his attack line.

By that time the guy on the right's
gonna be on top of me,

so I'm gonna dislocate his elbow,

and use him to get closer to Taser boy.

At that point Goldilocks
should be coming around,

but I'm gonna be too close to the beans,
so he can't flank me.

I'll move into the center
and take them down one by one.

The fight's already over.

I'd just as soon skip the bruises.

And now they're going to second guess
every move they make,

a fraction of a second hesitation
negating their numbers.

Come on, man, come on.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Big guy's got potential.

You can cut the rest.

It's a lot faster in person, huh?

Be seeing you.

Well, maybe we can offer up
another painting.

No.

Look, if Gallagher's blown,
then I'm blown.

This con is dead.

RIZ Security is one of those new,
scary breed of ex-spy-for-hire firms.

It's come up in the last ten years.

They've got offices in London,
Geneva, D.C.

Damn, defense contracts?

We've handled private security before.

Mm-mm. No, no, no.

These are the guys you call
if you're a dictator

and you want somebody disappeared.

Yeah, these guys are past security.

It's more like having
your own private army.

Smart thing to do would be to run.

Put some space between us.

You too.

This is my home.

This is our home.

All of Nate's things are...

And...

Eliot!

I didn't know! I didn't know!

Why should we trust anything
coming out of your mouth?!

How do we know this wasn't a setup?

You think this was my first choice?
It's insane!

Obviously it's insane!

Working with you people is insane.

I tried.

I tried to do the right thing,

the right way.

I wanted to make amends.

I tried to track down everybody
that Maxwell had...

that I had hurt.

Mr. Hoskins.

Mr. Hoskins!

They're gone.

Been gone since the boy died.

Cole's dead?

OD'd.

Hospital bills took what was left
of Jenny's money.

So the bank took the trailer.

Where's Jenny?

Don't know.

You could try the women's shelter
over on 5th.

Maybe the overpass.
Lot of homeless there.

I gotta take something from him.

If I... If I can't give them anything,

and I can't be forgiven...

I need to take something.

I need to take something!

Not at all.
I'm pleasantly surprised. Mm-hm.

-So the... the funds will clear today.

That's... no, that's fantastic.
Thank you.

Yes, so my bank account
routing number is 37-alpha-33,

and the transaction password
is 22164866.

No, thank you.
You've been incredibly helpful.

All right, thank you. Buh-bye.

Wow.

That was my insurance company.

They're going to be direct-depositing
a very comfortable payoff

for the Rembrandt you burned.

-No, no, no. Harry.

Come on.

-Someone wiped the security footage,

Harry, so I can't prove it,
but Gallagher was a fraud.

That Clive woman's disappeared,

so I'm kind of just left with you
in the middle of all of this.

Do you know how incredibly
easy it would be

to claim that you just broke in here,
you're deranged,

ranting about how
I have to pay for my sins

all these deaths.

Do you know what this gentleman will get
if he shoots you in the head

and then lies to the police?

Time and a half.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Mm-hm. All right. Sure.

It's the museum.

They're desperate to apologize
for letting my masterpiece burn.

I mean, obviously
I'm gonna sue them, but...

I can go listen to them beg.
That'd be fun, right?

Oh, and I called your firm, Harry.

You're done.

And this was the residue test.

- Mr. Max...
- Please.

Can I have a moment?

To mourn.

Mr. Maxwell, this is Connie Lieu
from the insurance company.

Hello.

I just spoke to your people
about my payout.

I suppose you'll be joining me
in suing the museum?

Why, exactly?

You did just pay me
a ginormous sum.

I... I assume you'd like
to recoup some of it.

Two things, Mr. Maxwell. First...

Why did you hire someone to burn
a fake Rembrandt in my museum?

What?

We tested the residue. It's a fake.

We're gonna need to come up
with a Plan M.

Why we gotta call it Plan M?

You know my feelings about Plan M.

You say this machine can duplicate
any masterwork in four hours?

Pretty much.

Can you do that one?

I like your style, new guy.

Eliot, Plan S.

For Hardison survive, damn it.

Pfft. No, no, no, no.

No, no, no. I see what you're doing.

You have no problem
selling poison to people.

I really don't put insurance fraud
past you.

I bet you sold the painting

and then torched the fake
to collect the insurance.

Okay, Connie, that is ridiculous.

I am Fletcher Maxwell.

I am a patron of the arts.

Do you know that I have paintings

hanging in all of the great museums
in America?

Yes. I called the directors
of all those museums

to check your art, and Mr. Maxwell,
we know they're all fakes.

All of them.

That's impossible.

That is impossible.

What do you think
about Harry's idea?

I think why stop at one?

You make eight.

One for each of his paintings
in the other museums.

Well, sure,
if I cut the print time in half,

but they won't fool anybody.

They don't have to.

Wait a second, that's impossible.

You're talking about breaking into eight

of the highest-security museums
in the country,

swapping out eight masterpieces
in 24 hours, that's...

That's... is she all right?

Go ahead, babe.

- So... many... vents!
- Mm-hm.

You take your hands off of me.

I'm calling my lawyers.

All of them.

Oh, Mr. Maxwell, I said two things.

Second,

my insurance company
didn't give you a payout,

so...

who the hell were you talking to?

You didn't give them your bank
information over the phone, did you?

That’s impossible. I just...

What do you...
What do you mean, "empty"?

I just talked to you! No.

I did not. I did not withdraw it. The...

I with... Everything?
What do you mean everything?

Hey! Thanks for letting me
into your house!

I just had to pick something up.

Look on the bright side,
Mr. Maxwell.

You'll no longer be famous
for being a drug dealer.

You'll be far more famous

for being the biggest fraud
in the art world.

I believe that's the first time
I've seen you smile.

You know, I really wasn't too sure
about the whole gloating thing,

but you were right.
Seeing his face was very cathartic.

It's an acquired taste.

I'd forgotten how much
I enjoyed it myself.

Hey, so, look,

we found all the money
that you hid for Maxwell,

plus we sold the paintings
to some, um...

some of the homies.

All right? Now we divvy that up
between the families that he hurt.

Won't make up for everything,
but, uh...

it'll make a difference.

You didn't pay out to everyone?

We couldn't find everyone.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did you think you were done?

Oh, if only you could find all the names,
then you could just move on.

Harry, Harry.

You didn't do just one thing wrong.

You've been working on the wrong side
for a long time, right?

Yes, yes, I would have to say that.

Yeah, so you don't get
to just do one thing

and claim you've repented.

You see, in the Jewish faith...

Jewish faith?

My Nana leads a multi-denominational
household, so...

In the Jewish faith, repentance,
redemption, is a process.

You can't make restitution
and then promise to change.

You have to change first.

Do the work, Harry.

Then and only then can you begin
to ask for forgiveness.

You see that cowboy back there?

Man, for the last 12 years
I've seen him risk his life

to save hundreds of innocent people
who will never know his name,

all that, and every single morning
he still gets up,

and you know what he says?

I still got more to do.

So this...

This isn't the win.

This is the start, Harry.

He's not wrong.

He's his father's son.

...the CEO of Libris
Pharmaceuticals has become a fugitive.

Maxwell pulled a runner.

Maxwell was arrested earlier today

on an array of charges
including burglary and insurance fraud.

Authorities say Maxwell
fled his Beacon Hill estate

hours after posting bail
of two million dollars.

Where's he gonna go?

The banks froze all his other assets.

We have his secret money.
He's done, right?

We got almost everything.
His family had one more emergency fund.

It's not very much,
but it's enough to disappear on.

That's where he's going.

Well, looks like we got more to do.

The money's in Panama.
He's going to Panama.

We gonna go after him?

Sophie?

Your call.

I said one job.

But the job's not done.

Grab your kit.

We're going to Panama.

Woof!

I got a tamale truck in Panama.

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