All language subtitles for Leverage.Redemption.S01E04.720p.WEB.H264-EXPLOIT_track4_[eng]

Mateo! No, no, this is all wrong.

Mateo! Mateo!

Why are you bothering
with stud reinforcement

when these floors needed to be done
three days ago?

Mr. Crawley,
we've already cut so many corners.

The structural integrity of this building
is dangerous.

I don't care. Just get it done.
Time is money.

Mateo, we got a problem.

That man killed my father.

Jason Crawley, he faced no charges
after four workers died

when his first building collapsed.

This is my father, Mateo.

He's one of the men that was killed
in the Lantern Building.

Hi, uh, my name is Harry Wilson, and I'd
like to talk to you about Mateo Navarro.

Tio Xavi!

Sorry about my uncle.

He worked at the Lantern Building
with my dad,

but wasn't onsite the day it collapsed.

My dad knew that building was unsafe.

He filed multiple complaints,
but Mr. Crawley just ignored him.

And somehow those complaints
just mysteriously disappeared

-from Crawley's files?
-Yeah.

Covered the whole thing up.

Nothing could make up for my dad's death.

And that's exactly what we got: nothing.

The only reason we're not homeless
is because Tio Xavi gets disability.

I don't want money or revenge.

I just don't want this to happen again.

I want Jason Crawley
to be held responsible.

Outrage across the city
as criminal charges

against owner Jason Crawley stemming
from the collapse of his latest project

have been dismissed
due to lack of evidence.

While an associated civil case
would have a lower bar of proof,

without clear evidence proving negligence,

that litigation would be unlikely
to produce new evidence,

or a settlement.

Listen, I'm all for taking initiative,

but we usually let our clients find us.

Tell me that this doesn't merit justice.

Three years ago, the Lantern Building
collapsed, killing four workers.

Despite rumors of negligence,
as we can see, Jason Crawley skated.

No criminal charges, no civil lawsuit.

Yeah. How'd he pull that off?

He had an army of lawyers,
but more importantly,

he moved up the date of his wedding.
Go ahead.

Society darling Krista Moore-Crawley.

Old money family, posh education,

she did a year at
the Royal College of Art in London,

so she thinks she has taste.

Krista's family connections
ensured that any complaints

or municipal investigations
proving negligence would go missing,

and Krista's family money propped up
Jason's real estate business.

Word is in this partnership,
Jason's the salesman,

but Krista's the brains.

A power imbalance,
we can work with that.

The happy couple is about to open
their new building: Axios Tower.

You got the blueprints this time.
Good job.

Yeah. I had to level up my game.

So you just give me the plans?

So, basically, all we have to do is prove
that Jason's been negligent on this tower

and alert the authorities.

There's only one problem with that.

According to those plans,
that's the safest building in America.

The foundation's double secured,
the supports are triple that of standard.

I mean, this thing
could withstand the apocalypse.

Well, he spent the money
'cause he's living in this one.

It's like the Klingon metaphor goes--

"Even a fool buys stone for his house."

Hardison bet me that I couldn't learn
the language. He lost.

Did he?

That cost is the reason most developers
skimp on safety: it's expensive.

His margins must be razor-thin.

-Do we have financial records?
-Yep.

Uh, in addition to the building,

the Crawleys have about
ten million dollars in various accounts.

They only have ten million? Yikes.

That sentence hurts my brain.

That's their soft spot.

The Crawleys bought far more building
than they could afford

and had to borrow hundreds of millions
of dollars to finance it.

Something goes wrong
with even one of those loans,

they don't have enough cash on hand
to cover it.

Yeah, but that's just hitting him
in the wallet.

I mean, guys like Jason
can find money anytime they want.

No, I promised Isabella
real, criminal justice.

Which is why you should always talk to us
before you talk to the client.

We'll do what we can.

There's a new lead banker
assigned to the Crawleys' loans.

Adrienne Bisset.

Chances are they've never met her.

Parker, how's your French?

C'est magnifique.

It's magnifique.

Breathe in deeply. You are alive.

Breathe out. Let go.

-Breathe in. Grateful.
-

The sun warms you. Breathe out. Relax.

-

You got Jason.

Monsieur Crawley.

Adrienne Bisset,
Versailles International Credit.

In reviewing your loan filings,
we have discovered some overages.

Uh, yes, yes, keeping a building
up to code is expensive,

but our highest priority.

We'll see. I will be stopping by
for an in-person inspection.

Oui.

Wonderful, Ms. Bisset.

We look forward to showing you
our beautiful building.

Au revoir.

Great. What if they find something wrong?
We can't, I can't--

There's nothing to find.
I made sure of it.

Hey.

Do your breathing.

Why am I the French one?

Because my American accent
is better than yours.

Versailles International Credit.
Adrienne Bisset speaking.

Hi there.
This is Krista Crawley from Axios Tower.

My husband and I have a loan with you.
We're gonna need more money.

And what will these funds be for?

To convert our regular floors
into two sets of tiny floors.

Double the floors, double the rent.

You should come check it out.

The timing here has to be perfect.

While Jason gives Parker a tour
of the completed areas,

Mr. Wilson and I will take
the real Adrienne Bisset

on a tour of the incomplete areas which,

after some careful prep
by Eliot and Breanna,

who will make it
look like such a disaster,

it will force her to pull the loan.

Oh, I hate business clothes.
They make me feel so starchy.

Why are we doing this at the same time?

Isn't it less risky to have
Adrienne take her tour today

and have Parker go tomorrow?

Billing. Inspections like this
are always billed to the client.

The Crawleys are gonna know
exactly what time she takes off,

what time her car picks her up.

Besides, if it was easy,
it wouldn't be fun.

All right, let's go steal
a luxury development condo financier!

It doesn't work if you say it like that.

What do you mean? You guys
act like there's rules to this,

but nobody ever explains what they are.

Hallway's renovated.

We should renovate the suite next.

Yeah.

Hello! You must be Adrienne.

Oui, I am Adrienne.

Ooh, I hope this is worth
the long flight from France.

Where I am from.

I hope so too! This way please.

We're so sorry that
the Crawleys couldn't make it.

We're the architects,
and we'd love to take you on the tour.

Bonjour.

And why are we going
through the service entrance?

What? Oh, no,
this is the private penthouse entrance.

We like to call it--

Industrial chic.

Oh.

Shall we?

Of course.

Where are they?

Uh, the red is Harry and Sophie,
the green is Parker.

And I'm in the elevator system.

Axios Tower
is 20 state-of-the-art stories.

Plus triple-paned glass
means no sound gets through.

Ah. Sound-proof glass. Very good.

Axios Tower, uh,
is 20 state-of-the-art stories.

We halved the depth of all the walls.
We saved a fortune.

It's a little noisy. But it really feels
like you're in the city.

Oh.

If, God forbid, a fire should break out,

these controls are for
our state-of-the-art fire-escape system.

On the roof, you can access
a special spiraling chute

that will lower you to the ground level.

Plus a highly rated foam sprinkler system.

Hmm.

And if, God forbid,
a fire should break out--

-We have one on every--
-Mm-mm.

--almost every floor.

Ah. Interesting wall depth.

And the last stop,
our furnished apartment.

Ah, Ms. Bisset, I presume.

I hope that you're enjoying your tour.

This is my amazing wife, Krista.
She keeps me calm and smiling.

A pleasure.

Uh, Mr. Crawley, I have a schedule--

You know, I am certain
that we have friends in common.

Did you graduate class of 2011
from the Sorbonne?

You know, I-I actually did a year at
the Royal College of Art, so...

So I'm sure we know the same people.

-It-- it's a work in progress, we know.

Oh. Bonjour.

So I told the contractor, if they
want overtime pay, bless their hearts--

Parker, you need to wrap 'em up.

--they can hire lawyers
and sue us for it.

You and me--
the perfect team.

Well, merci for protecting our investment,
but I really must go.

Hey, uh, Sophie, Parker got delayed,
but you're running a little bit ahead.

So you guys might cross.

Uh, uh, perhaps you'd like to come back
and see our plans for a gym?

I-I have seen enough, merci!

Merci beaucoup, au revoir!

No!

Don't push.

Guys! Guys! You're about to be made!

Excuse me.

Hey, big guy.

Harry Wilson, you old dog!

So Harry,
what are you doing here?

Oh, you know, showing some
high-end clients some high-end condos.

Oh. I heard you took a leave of absence
from your firm?

A little jumpy, huh?

Loud noises bring back
some pretty gnarly memories,

but, uh, nothing some truly spectacular
off-brand European tranquilizers

-Here.
-No.

But hey, since you're here,
I know if this building falls,

I'm with the guy that saved my ass
the first time.

You should come over sometime,
we can discuss your rich clients together.

That sounds like a plan.

All right then, see you around.

All right.

Something you forgot to mention?

I had a lot of clients at my old firm.

Some I'm less proud of than others.

It was my team that killed the case
against Jason Crawley

after the collapse three years ago.

Wow. Talk about burying the lede.

You can't keep stuff like this from us.
That's how mistakes are made.

I know. I just, you know--

I regret everything I did
as part of that job.

And I saw a chance
to make a little bit of it right.

We don't work for you, Mr. Wilson.

We're not your private crusade team.

You're too close to this.

I'm not even sure
you should be on this con.

Wait, do we get a vote?
Because I say we keep him.

Your screw-ups make me look good.

Okay, let's open it up to the floor.

Do we keep our Mr. Wilson on this con?
Yay or nay.

The man's trying to make amends.
That means something to me. He's in.

Parker?

Yes.

But I reserve the right to push him
off the roof if he screws up again.

She wouldn't really push me--

Thank you.

You stay. But no more surprises.

All right. What's next?

After today, Adrienne will shortly
be pulling the Crawleys' loans.

That'll give 'em about a week
to pay the loan back

before the bank seizes the building.

So we wait a few days
and boom, bankruptcy.

Yeah. Harry's right, though,
they'll look for more money.

Why don't we throw some bait out there,
make them ask us for the money.

We control them until it's too late.

Ohhh, hard dibs.

Guys, come on, I can do this. I'm ready.

Okay. But I do all the talking.

Well, I don't know why
they're calling in the loan!

You have to tell me! Jason,
you must have said something! Okay?

Look, I'm gonna make some calls.

No, no, no, no! Okay?
I am going to handle it!

-Oh, Jason, please.
-You're not going to do anything.

-I can take care--
- All right.

Are you the owners of this building?

Sheila Blakely,
business manager to the artistic elite.

And this is 6daze.

Six who?

Really? Bit behind the times.

6daze happens to be the hottest voice
in anarchist-Marxist-hyperrealist

postmodernist street art.

Her retrospective at the Tate
just wrapped up,

and she's looking to move to the States.

I like to think it captures
the essence of American masculinity

challenged by the modern paradigm.

Is it ready?

What the hell? I stood over there
for three hours for this?

You're right there, you center the piece.

My frickin' arm's tired!

Ooh!

This painting really makes me consider
the juxtaposition between chaos and order.

Thank you.

You really captured Eliot's soul,
his inner conflicts laid bare.

Where?!

You know what would
make it really work pop--

I was thinking the same thing.

A sheik in Qatar
just snapped up most of her work

from the Pompidou Centre in Paris,

so we're cash rich right now.

I gotta transition it into hard assets,
so got any units up for grabs?

6daze? Ah. Of course I know who you are.

My husband may not be familiar, but I did
a year at the Royal College of Art.

Well, blow me down with a feather.

It would be an honor to show you around.

-Oh.
-Please.

This is the penthouse.
Top floor, right above our own suite.

You'll need to install skylights,
and an indoor skating rink.

She's mad about Yuzuru Hanyu.

And airlift in her favorite maple tree
from Japan, and yeah.

That's a very big outlay.

Those museums she mentioned
may mean nothing to you,

but I did a year
at the Royal College of Art,

and once word gets out
an artist of her caliber lives here,

we can double the price
on every unit in the building!

It'd solve all of our loan problems.

So we'll need collateral, of course.

But I'm sure a business manager
to the stars can get a letter of credit.

Mrs. Crawley, bunch of calls for you
in the main office.

Wow, this really is our day.

Jason, could you?

6daze says she likes the place.

She wants to make a deal.

Great. Me too.

But, um, my wife is right,
we would require a letter of credit.

I'll get on the blower to the bank,
but it's gonna take about two weeks.

Time which, uh, gives her time
to change her mind.

You know, these artists,
they can be a bit fickle.

Oh, right. Um, not--
not before the end of the month?

No, not possible.

Stupid, isn't it?

I mean, the sales of her last piece alone

could buy the ten top stories
of this building.

But please convey our apologies
to your good wife

that you were unable to close that deal.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Um, I'm sure a contract
promising the profits from her next sale

would be just as good.

If you can get it within a day.

Hello?

Ah, Ms. Blakely. Just accepting delivery
of the Japanese Maple right now.

This thing is way more expensive
than I thought.

Yeah, mate, about that, sorry, but, uh,

6daze has just accepted
an artist's residency in Reykjavik,

so we won't be moving into the building.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hold on a second. Listen to me.

You can't do that, okay?

You can't do that
because we have a contract!

Contract Law 101: you can get away
with anything if you bury it well enough.

By the time they read this,
it'll be too late to replace it.

Let's put this trigger clause
behind Article XXVII: The Balcony Pool

and Article XXVIII: Drone Law.

This contract? Did you even read it?
It lets them walk whenever they want!

We just wasted most of the week!

We can't get financing
from anyone else in time!

Why do bad things always happen to me?

Jason, look at me!
I'm not going to let us fail.

Now, I'm gonna go make my phone call.

Do you know the name Al-Abadi?

An influential Saudi family whose daughter
was Krista's college roommate.

They just became
shadow partners in the tower.

I told you, guys like Jason
always find money.

We lost.

A party? Why'd they invite you?

Because I'm a fixer.

Jason needs his hand held
with the Al-Abadis to sign the deal.

Mr. Wilson.
You've been invited to a party.

We never say no to parties.

This party has to be such a fiasco that
the Al-Abadis flee without signing a deal.

They're pretty tight with Krista.

So we undermine their faith in Jason,
by undermining his faith in the tower.

We already know from the blueprints
that he's paranoid about another collapse,

and Mr. Wilson has tipped us off
about his reaction to loud noises.

Add to the stress of being within hours
of losing his company, he's primed.

Breanna?

Right. So the Crawleys' apartment
is your basic luxury blah blah blah.

I figure we rig
the living room furniture

and place rumble packs in the office.

What's this?

Parker!

That's a targeted subsonic projector.

It interferes with the fluid
in your inner ear.

The vibrations give you vertigo.

Cool.

Oh.

Yeah, you might wanna--

Dial that down a bit, yeah.

Now, the radio signal won't
necessarily reach from the food truck,

so I'm thinking we need another place.

Wait. What about the suite
above the Crawleys right there?

We could set up a control room there.

Uh, the office is a little tricky,
but I don't see why--

Wait, the con plays out at dinner
with Mr. Wilson. Why the office?

'Cause that's where the safe is.

On my tour, I noticed that
the wall depth is off.

Room for a wall safe.

It's not part of the plan.

If Jason's got evidence
from the building collapse

that could bring him to justice,
that's where it'll be.

If. No, the safe is a fishing expedition.
It could be worthless.

And it could endanger the team.

Mr. Wilson,
this con requires you to focus.

Please?

It'll take five minutes, in and out.

If it takes six, we bail.

Wait. Who are you?

I'm the head chef to the caterer.

Would you care to approve the menu?

Oh. Cassolette d'escargots de Bourgogne!

Excellent choice.

Oh, your taste is very discerning,
your accent impeccable.

Have you been abroad?

I did a year
at the Royal College of Art in London.

Well, one can tell.

Sir. Someone delivered that,
no one was here, so--

Oh, right, it's for my wife.

I'm not tipping you.

That's no problem.

Are you sure you can handle this?

Oh, if there's one thing I know,
it's how to schmooze dirtbags.

But not how to fasten cufflinks,
apparently.

You've been doing that for 90 seconds.

Oh, maybe I am a little bit nervous.

You know, I used to go to these parties
and just become this person that I hate.

That's why you didn't tell us about
your connection to the Crawleys.

When my team
killed the case against Jason,

my firm gave me a bonus check.

And I was--

Ashamed?

Proud.

I did my job and I did it well.

And I guess I just didn't want you
to look at me and know that.

You're not that person anymore.

And that speaks volumes.

Tonight, you're playing a role.

And your team needs you to perform.

I won't let you down.

See that you don't, our Mr. Wilson.

Krista, this is beautiful.

Oh, thank you!
See, I knew that you would love it.

Tell me how I can help you.

Well, hopefully I can talk you
into being more than tenants.

This tower is going
to revitalize New Orleans real estate,

and make its investors a lot of money.

Feeds are up and we are live.

And the sound?

I got speakers ready in the office,
on the roof, everywhere.

Hey, look. We're gonna
mess this guy up pretty hard.

Are we the bad guys here?

Oh, yeah.

Never forget that, Breanna.

We're not heroes.
We're just necessary.

Mr. Wilson, when you arrive,
screen the others.

For what it's worth, we all got regrets.

You'll move past it.

How did you learn to live with
what you've done?

I decided not to care.

I didn't care who I hurt.
Who paid me.

When Nate put this team together,

I thought it was one and done,
that I'd go back to that.

But Sophie, Parker,

Hardison, and Nathan Ford

showed me there was another way.

And little by little,
you get a piece of your soul back.

Ain't that right, Parker?

Absolutely.

-How's it going?
-Good evening, sir.

Hey, there he is.

Jason. Thanks for having me.

You kidding? You literally saved my life.
You're the reason I'm not in prison.

So, uh, it's a nice place you have here.

Nice work.
Now set the scene, find the safe.

All right.
First step is a custom rumble pack

I modded to deliver five times
the standard impact.

I call him Little Bucky.

Aww. Little Bucky.

Everybody, meet Harry Wilson.

Best legal fixer in the country.

My wife, and the Al-Abadis.

Jason has told me a lot about you.

He said that you retired?

Oh, only mostly. I still protect
my most important clients' money.

So you're an accountant?

Not exactly.

Let's say that you have a company and you
receive a government stimulus package.

An accountant would advise you
to open up an off-shore account.

Of course.

Well-- oh, thank you very much.

I would advise you to open up a shell corp
in Ireland, manage it out of Bermuda,

then license a product from your
company to the shell corp

and route the royalties through Bermuda,

where you enjoy zero percent tax
on the profits you pay to yourself.

Like I said, best in the country.

Whoa. Harry was a good bad guy.

Parker, have you located that safe?

You can run but you can't hide.

Hello, new friend.

Uh-oh. New friend has an iris scanner.

Gonna need Jason's eyeball.

-I'll go find some chopsticks.
- Why?

Uh, wait, wait.

Parker, do you think you can find a
high-res photo of Jason on his computer?

Keep stalling, Mr. Wilson.

Oh, get out of Nauru.
You gotta get out of Nauru.

Anything you're doing in Nauru,
you can do in Taiwan.

What, uh, would it take
to get you out of retirement?

Um, actually, I need a crostino.

You know, hors d'oeuvres is French
for "outside the work."

Keep them engaged
until Parker has that safe open.

I just need a second.

You don't have a second.

Your jaw is tense, your hand is shaking.
You're ashamed.

And you're letting it get in the way.

Let's talk Liechtenstein.

So iris scanners are easy to fool with,

as long as the iris itself
is above 75 pixels.

I'm in.

I still think chopsticks
would work, though.

And it's a bust.

Just a bunch of receipts
and Lawson Workman's Comp?

What? The Crawleys are paying
their crews' medical benefits?

Doesn't seem like them.

Well, it's definitely not a smoking gun.
I'm sorry.

Oh, man, you are killing it!

Am I?

I told Krista
you were the perfect guy to invite.

The Al-Abadis love you,
they want you to help negotiate the deal.

You are really riding to my rescue,
just like after the tower collapse

and that foreman got himself killed.

That foreman had a name.

Don't.

Mateo Navarro.

But you don't remember.

'Cause you didn't have
to read the death certificate.

You didn't have
to let the family know that

because they didn't have a green card,
they wouldn't be compensated.

No. That's what
my well-paid legal team was for.

We did a good job.

All so that you could play victim
at a dinner party.

Liam!

My friend Harry here
isn't feeling too well.

See him to his car.

I'll show myself out.

Congratulations, Mr. Wilson.
You just got yourself burned.

Get out of there. You're off the con.

I know, I screwed up.

Eliot and Parker are now exposed

because they were trying to find
your white whale,

and you can't help them.

You're officially out of second chances,
Mr. Wilson.

And you're not graded on a curve,
Ms. Casey.

Yeah, that last name thing,
that's kinda spooky.

Let's not do that anymore.

Losing our Mr. Wilson means that
we can't control things as directly.

But we've prepped.
We just have to execute.

Harry was so sorry to miss dinner,
but I told him,

"Your daughter calls, she needs you, go."

Oh. Jason is all about family.

As are we. So, uh, shall we discuss
the terms of this partnership?

Act one.
Mr. Crawley's senses begin to betray him.

So when I first built this place,
I wanted to make sure--

All those first-person shooter games
with Hardison are about to pay off now.

Sorry about that.

-I was just--

I was just a--
just a little unsteady there.

Anyway, as I was saying,
when I first built this place--

Is, uh, is something wrong?

You really didn't feel that?

No.

The whole floor shook.

It's nothing. It's nothing.

Maybe just a little too much champagne?

You know what?
That must be it.

You know what?
I just, uh--

I just remembered
I need something in my office.

Act two.
Mr. Crawley's subconscious is triggered

by the physical cues
of the first collapse.

He questions whether his tower
really is as safe as he thinks it is.

Let us give him his answer.

Just chill out. This place is safe.

You built this place safe.

Where's Parker?

Okay. There's video recordings of the
building's camera in the security office,

so I asked her to pull them just in case.

Good planning. Breanna.

Okay.

It's about time you called me back,
I've been leaving messages, okay?

I know you wanted to cut costs
because your husband was overbuilding,

but I have reviewed the plans.

You cut too much!

Especially in the foundation, okay?
It's a substandard pour.

I've reviewed the plans
and I sent them back over,

and I sent back over the receipt.

Just cut me a check
and leave me out of it!

No.

No.

Oh, no.

No, this can't happen.

This can't be.

This isn't happening.
This isn't happening.

Ah, not to brag,
but did I nail this mix or what?!

That is most definitely a brag.

Go on. Give Bucky a twirl.

Okay.

Come on, Bucky.

Jason, what is going on?

What happened to you?
What, are you drunk?

The tower is falling down
because of you!

If Sana and her father heard you
say that, we would lose everything!

You went behind my back
and hired terrible contractors

that did a terrible job!

Oh, Jason.
I don't know where these came from.

You always say you're gonna fix things
and I tell you no,

but you don't listen
and you know better,

but I'm the one who almost died,
I'm the one who almost went to prison!

Jason, breathe!

Do it!

Sit down.

Okay.

Jason, that happened.

But the people who are dead are dead.

They don't matter.

We matter.

We are here,
and we are so close to a deal.

But you are a little high strung
right now.

So please, calm down,

clean yourself up,

and stay out of sight.

So Jason, uh, has a migraine.

Yeah, he just works too hard,
he is so committed.

But he said we should
keep going without him.

No need. We have discussed it and--

And we accept!

Oh! That is wonderful! Wonderful!

Okay, uh, well,
let's go to the office and--

You know what? Actually,
I will run down to the sales office

and I'll get the paperwork.

Our plan is working.

Uh, we're running out of time.

Eliot. Act Three, please.

No, no. Have fun.

There you are!

The building's coming down
and he doesn't tell his guests?

This guy's more selfish
than I anticipated.

Hey, guys? Wait, wait, look.

He's headed for the roof.

Wait. The building is collapsing
and he's going up?

Mr. Wilson, earn it back.

Uh, guys, not to make matters worse,

but I can't find Krista
on any of the cams.

So the deal closes,
I get half in the divorce,

-and then we are free.
-Oh!

Uh--

Well, she was hiding something.

The business manager
and the chef and-- and--

6daze.

Yes! You're together?

And you're trying to sink this deal!

Take care of them.

-Oh!

Hit him again!

Jason! Jason! You don't have to do this!

Jason just ran by.

Yeah, we, uh, we realized
that the paperwork is at our lawyer's!

So he's running there now to get it,

but he's going to meet us at this
wonderful little nightclub I know!

Oh, this is so much better in person!

-Ow!

I mean, I heard the stories, but this!

Hey, not now.

-Hey, hey. Don't do that.

Okay, I got a little bit
out of my lane right there.

He's got two sticks.

Hey. Hey.

-Hey, hey, hey!

Turn if off!

I can't! It's broken!

We're pushing him too far!

Jason!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Uh, Jason just escaped
down some kind of a chute thing.

And these controls are for
our state-of-the-art fire-escape system.

On the roof, you can access
a special spiraling chute

that will lower you to the ground level.

Wait, that chute thing is real?!

I'm gonna go after him.

Oh, God!

He's gone. It's over.

No, there's still the finale.

Parker, did you get the call?

Well, Adrienne, I hope you can tell
the folks at Versailles

that their investment is in good hands.

Actually,
I will be leaving Versailles soon

for something more clandestine.

I think you could
make use of our services.

Call me if you need
something cleaned up in a hurry.

Adrienne? It's Jason Crawley.
I need something cleaned up.

I see. Let me arrange
an immediate wire transfer.

May I have an account and routing number?

Transfer everything I have
into those accounts off-shore.

And ten million dollars
just dropped into our account.

We got Jason and Krista's money?
That's it, we're done?

No. Don't rush the ending.

Go on.

To new partnerships.

I can already tell that this is
going to be a beautiful, beautiful--

Excuse me.

You went behind my back
and hired terrible contractors

that did a terrible job!

The tower is falling down
just like before,

but this time we'll go to prison!

If Sana and her father
heard you say that,

we would lose everything!

To the airport, please. Now.

Sana, Sana, I can explain--

All of our friends, everyone in our world,
are going to know about this.

You will never sell
so much as a time share ever again.

Hold this. I wanna be streamlined for
the next run down the fire escape. Whoo!

What do you guys think? Is she
coming down feet first or head first?

Oh, head. Definitely head.

I think I owe you an apology.

I was too close to this.

It's always personal, Mr. Wilson.

For each of us.

What you need to understand is that
we don't keep things from each other.

Well, what's next?

Axios Tower goes to auction
in a few months.

And with buyers scared off,
we're gonna use Jason's money

to purchase the building
pennies on the dollar.

Wait, we're gonna own this building?

Yeah.

Sick! We can make this
into a killer crime-fighting HQ!

We're gonna donate the tower.

To a low-income housing nonprofit.

Yeah, along with most of the ten million.

The rest will make Isabella whole.

It's not perfect.

But it is a win.

Here. From the Crawley safe.
Maybe you can use it.

What is this?

Those are receipts.

Jason Crawley pays into workman's comp,
the fund has one benefactor.

You.

Your brother didn't have a green card.

It's no big leap to assume
you don't either.

Undocumented workers aren't entitled
to collect disability payments.

Please. I want to help.

But you've gotta come clean.

I was with Mateo the day of the collapse.

Just completed this over here.

We need to move, but I'm really concerned
about the stability.

Mateo!

I feel like I should say something to him.

Mateo!

Go grab some lunch, eh?

I saw him warn Jason
and get completely ignored,

seconds before the building came down.

After the accident, Jason and Krista
came to me and said

take the money and keep quiet,
or they deport me.

I couldn't leave Isabella alone.

I'm sorry, Isabella.

If you come forward and testify,
I will do everything in my power

to protect you.

And I will make sure that Jason faces
real consequences for the collapse,

and Krista too for covering it up.

You will get real justice
for your brother.

You proud of our Mr. Wilson?

Well, it's not everyday someone gets
a little piece of their soul back, is it?