All language subtitles for taketwo1x13

♪♪

Woman: Help!

[ Whimpers ]

[ Muffled scream ]

Stacey,
I'm Detective McNair.

I'm here to take you home.

[ Muffled scream ]
It's gonna be okay.

♪♪

[ Gun cocks ]

Man:
I knew you'd come, McNair.

Hands.

♪♪

Let her go, Vlad.

You have me
as a hostage now.

I'm greedy.

I'm gonna take you both.

Now, put the gun down.

♪♪

Kick it over.

♪♪

Aah!

[ Gunshots ]

♪♪

I'm greedy, too.

For justice.

♪♪

[ Door buzzes ]

Looks like
they're kicking me out.

We're all about
the tough love.

Here are your papers
for the court

saying you completed
your rehab,

and the stuff
you came in with.

Ah!

The outfit that trended.

Hashtag, no underwear.
Hashtag, no dignity.

Hashtag, no memory.

Now that you're leaving,

I have to tell you,
I'm a huge fan.

I loved you
in "Hot Suspect."

I wish they hadn't
cancelled the show.

You know what they say
behind that door ‐‐

you have to accept the things
you cannot change,

without
the pills and booze.

We're all rooting for you,
Sam.

[ Brandi Carlile's
"Have You Ever" plays ]

♪ Have you ever wandered
lonely through the woods ♪

♪ And everything there
feels just as it should ♪

[ Sighs ]

♪ You're part of
a life there ♪

♪ You're part of
something good ♪

♪ If you've ever wandered lonely
through the woods ♪

[ Scoffs ]

♪ Ooh, ooh‐ooh ♪
Let's go.

♪ Ooh, ooh‐ooh‐ooh ♪

♪ If you've ever wandered ♪

♪ Lonely through the woods ♪
[ Camera shutters clicking ]

♪♪

Syd:
So, 60 days of sobriety,

how are you feeling?

Sam: Naked and afraid.

I need to put
all this behind me, Syd.

I need to work.

Is there any work?
I'm sorry, Sam,

but after
everything you did,

no one wants to risk
hiring you.

Syd, I got dumped by my fiancé
on the red carpet,

the same week
my show got cancelled.

So, yeah, I lost it.

Does everyone forget that
I showed up for 15‐hour days

every day for eight years?
Yes, they forget.

But, breaking into
your ex‐fiancé's house

and lighting his bed
on fire,

they remember.

Syd, if I can't act,
what am I supposed to do?

Reach into my bag.

There's a script

by this hot young
writer‐director.

He wants you.
"A Kiss for Murder."

They want me
to play the P. I.?

This is your ticket back.

But you absolutely
cannot screw this up, Sam,

or you're done.

I'm done screwing up.

In fact, I'm going to be
the best private investigator

to hit the screen
in decades,

friggin' Oscar‐worthy.

Syd, didn't you used
to date a P. I.?

♪♪

Killen: I love the view.

It's like being god
looking down from Mt. Olympus.

I prefer the street, myself.

That's why I hired you,
Mr. Valetik.

So, have you found
my stolen Margatti Supercar?

As a matter of fact, I did.

The thief was keeping it

in a storage space
in Long Beach.

He paid cash.
Nearly untraceable.

Do you know who took it?

Yeah.

You did.

Me?

Why would I steal
my own car?

I asked myself
the same thing.

Guy's rich, doesn't need
the insurance money.

But then ‐‐

then I noticed the damage
to the front end.

You reported the car stolen
the afternoon of May 9th.

Where were you that morning
at 2:19 A. M.?

I was home, asleep.

Oh, I checked
flight records.

Your private jet landed
at Burbank at 1:57 A. M.

You know what happened
20 minutes later?

An unidentified motorist

struck and killed
Dean Copeland.

He was 17 years old,

in a hit and run
less than three miles away.

Hey, pal, I don't know
what you're thi‐‐
I'm not your pal.

You couldn't
get the car fixed

without attracting
attention,

so you hid it.

But you had to keep up
appearances.

You had to explain
why it was missing.

You even hired a detective
to complete the picture.

Except you hired
the wrong one.

John Killen,
you are under arrest

for vehicular manslaughter
and felony hit and run.

I swear to God,
I will destroy you.

Get in line.

Boys.

You have the right
to remain silent.

♪♪

So, how'd it go?

I don't think Mr. Killen

will be paying
the balance of his bill.

You couldn't wait
and bust his ass

till after
we got the check?

Then maybe
we could buy new computers.

What's wrong
with the ones we have?

They worked when we got 'em.

Yeah, so,

we got a new missing persons
in the conference room,

and there's someone
in your office

who says
she's an old friend?

♪♪

Uh‐oh.

Nice to see you too,
Eddie.

Really? 'Cause the last time
you saw me,

you told me
to go to hell.

Looks like
you took it to heart.

What do you want, Syd?
I have a meeting waiting.

Remember that favor
you owe me?

I was wondering
when you'd call that in.

You know my client,
Sam Swift?

The tabloid
train wreck?

What's the trouble now?
Blackmail? Sex tape?

No.
All that's behind her now.

Then what do you
need me for?
There's this role.

Private investigator.
Former cop. Noble.

Fights for the underdog,
used to be the best.

Sound familiar?

A ride along
with an actress?

She wants her performance
to be authentic.

Mnh‐mnh. I'd rather
swallow razor blades.

Eddie.
Nope.

Eddie!
This is my ask.

Full access to your process
for Sam for a week.

The producers
will even pay you.

And from what I hear,
you could probably
use the money.

Not that much.

Syd,
I take what I do seriously.

All right?
The people that come here,

they put their trust
in me.

I'm not about to risk
what is left of my business

to babysit a spoiled,
overprivileged,

out‐of‐control ego!

She's behind me,
isn't she?
Sam: Yep.

And I haven't needed
a babysitter

since I was 10.

Oh, right. I'm sorry.

At your age,
they call them sponsors.

Syd, you didn't tell me
he was hilarious.

Sam, Eddie.
Eddie, Sam.

Why don't you two
get to know each other?

Mm. [ Sighs ]

You're doing this.
Come on, Syd.

And then, we're even.

Oh, and Eddie,
try not to sleep with her, too.

♪♪

So, I take it
you don't like actors.

No, no. I like actors.

Actors are hard‐working,
they're talented,

they're under‐appreciated
and underpaid.

What I don't like
are stars.

Oh, come on, Eddie.

Everyone likes stars.

That's why they're stars.

Not me.
I've worked for them.

They think because they are
rich and good‐looking

that the rules
don't apply.

See? That's the genuine
screw‐you attitude

that I wanna study.

[ Chuckles ]
Hey, she looks just like you.

Uh, missing person
in the conference room's

still waiting.
Well, tell him
I'll be right there.

We have a case?!
No.

I have
a potential client.

You can just wait here.

Wait, are you kidding?

I came here to learn,
not wait.

This is perfect!

I can be in on an investigation
from the beginning ‐‐

get to know how you think,
you know,

how you ‐‐ how you work,
crawl under your skin.

My skin is already crawling.

Wait.

I could've sworn
Syd said full access.

Okay, fine.

Here's the rule ‐‐
no talking.

You want to act?
Act invisible.
You're a ghost.

A fly on the wall.
You got it?

Invisible ghost fly.
Got it.

♪♪

Uh, boss?
Something I should know?

Yeah, I'm gonna need
more antacids.

What's the client's name?
Karl Rainey.

Please, God.
Let this one be simple.

Mm.

What's the rule?
Don't talk. Be invisible.

♪♪

Mr. Rainey,
I'm Eddie Valetik.

Thanks for coming in.
Thank you.

I'm sorry, aren't you ‐‐

Sam Swift.

I'm observing Mr. Valetik
for a new role.

But I ‐‐ I assure you,
Mr. Rainey,

everything you say here
will be confidential.

Now, how can I help you?

It's my daughter.

I think she may have been
murdered.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Rainey: This is Lynette.

She's a junior
at the University of Louisville.

She's a great kid,
straight‐A student, everything.

Well, what was she doing
in L. A.?

She had some interviews

for internships,
media companies.

I don't know the names.

She called us when she got
to the rental room

just to let us know
she was okay.

She was due back in Kentucky
two days ago.

And we waited
at the airport, but ‐‐

Well, so, what makes you think
she's been murdered?

We haven't heard
a word from her in days.

She knows how we worry.

You contacted the person
she was renting a room from?

The guy said
she went out one day

and just never came back.

Left all her stuff.

Sam: Have you spoken
to the police?

They took a statement.

Said they'd be in touch

when they assigned
a detective.

I don't want to wait.

That's smart.

The first 48 hours
are the most important.

Mr. Rainey, does Lynette
know anyone in L. A.?

Maybe friends, relatives?

No.

Oh, and when I went
to the rental,

I found this.

♪♪

She never goes anywhere
without that thing.

I thought maybe
there was a clue in there

about where she went,
but ‐‐

It's locked.

Yeah, and I don't have
the passcode.

Something's happened to her.
Something bad.

Can you please help us
find out what it is?

Mr. Rainey ‐‐

Don't worry, Mr. Rainey.
We're on the case.

If your daughter's out there,
we'll find her.

I promise.

♪♪

We'll be in touch.

What part of invisible
do you not understand?!

You got to admit, those were
some pretty good questions.

But then, you know,
I've done

hundreds of those
interview scenes
on the show.

Except this wasn't
a scene!

He's not an actor.

He's a real father,

whose real daughter
is missing!

Yeah, my point exactly.
He was hurting.

He needed someone to tell him
that it'll all be okay.

Except we don't know
it'll be okay, do we?

His daughter
may in fact be dead.

It's very possible
we may never find her.

In this business,

you never promise anyone
anything.

Well,
no wonder business sucks.

Why would anyone
want to hire you?

Because I tell them
the truth,

that we will do our best.

But you?

You promised
we'd find his girl.

So, now,
I have to deliver.

Well, I'm the one
who made the promise.

So we have to deliver.

Come on, it'll be great.
It'll be like we're a team.

We're not a team.

Berto.
Berto: Yo, what's up?

Here.

Subject's phone is locked.

See if you can crack it.

And this is what
we know about her.

I want you to do
a full social media workup.

I want to know
who she was talking with,

who her followers are,
any recent unusual activity.

Got it?
Okay, uh...

but it looks like we got

a lot of unusual activity
right here.

Eddie, where are you going?
To Lynette's rental room?

Will you hold up?!

Eddie: I gotta ask you,
why are you here?

After playing a cop
for eight years,

I'd think
you'd have this down.

Cop, yes.

P.I., no.

You work outside the system.

You're like the modern‐day
cowboys of the law.

And as an actor,
the more real I can be,

the more the audience

understands and relates
to my character.

It's all about
finding authenticity.

Like on your show,
"Hot Suspect"?

Exactly.
Really?

Because
none of the cops I know

wear designer clothes
and five‐inch heels.

♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

[ Knock on door ]

What are you?
Invisible.

And if you say anything?
You'll shoot me.

Like I told her father,

she booked a room
for a week.

And after
about three days,

she took off
and never came back.

Sorry, do I know you?
Eddie: No.

Now did she, uh, tell you
why she was in town?

Um, I try
to leave people alone.

They pay for the room,
not for my company.
Eddie: Yeah.

Eddie:
Did you notice anything
out of the ordinary?

Any recent visitors,
unusual activity,

nervous behavior?
No.

She seemed like
an ordinary...

college girl.

Can you, uh, excuse me
for one second?
Mm‐hmm.

♪♪

What the hell are you doing?
You told me not to talk.

So instead you thought
we should play charades?

I know
you don't respect me,

but I'm actually good
at what I do.

Annoying me?
Acting.

I've studied thousands
of subtle physical shifts...
[ Scoffs ]

...that convey a character's
emotional state.

Look. See how his shoulders
are around his ears?

He's protecting his jugular.

People do that
when they're hiding something.

And if his eyes
indicate anything,

it has to do with that room
over there.

Eddie, no joke.

♪♪

Sorry about that.

Um, so, which room ‐‐
which room was Lynette's?

The guest bed,
down the hall.
Hmm.

You mind
if we take a look?

♪♪

Nothing!

[ Sighs ]
I could've sworn ‐‐

♪♪

That's a cute bear.

What's his name?

♪♪

Pervy?

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

Where is she?

What'd you do to her?
Nothing!

I just ‐‐
I just watched her!

That's all I ever do.

I just make videos
and I watch.

I don't know
what happened to her,

but I swear to God
I had nothing to do with it!

I want the files.

All of them.

Eddie: There she is.

Sam: I told you
he was hiding something.

Admit it, you're impressed.
You are aware

I would've searched her room
anyway, right?

Wow. You kick puppies, too?

What are we looking for,
anyway?

What all detectives
look for ‐‐

something out of the ordinary,
something unusual.

Like that.

She's looking at the back
of a local weekly,

a classified section.

So, who'd she call?

Well, we need
to enhance it.

[ Sighs ] You can't enhance
video resolution.

It's scientifically
impossible.

Our show did it
all the time.

And each time,
it is moronic.

Would you like to
know how we do it
in the real world?

Watch her hand move,
all right?

See that?
Now you just follow the pattern

on the face of the phone.
I see it.

2‐1‐3‐5‐5‐5.

0‐1‐5‐2.

An escort service?

Wait, Lynette was a good girl
just out of farm country.

She was a straight‐A student.

What would she be doing
calling an escort service?

Maybe her dad didn't know her
as well as he thought.

But now...

we know where to find her.

Wait, no we don't.
There was no an address.

Oh, wait.
You know this place?
You seem shocked.

I mean, I figured,
you know, a guy like you ‐‐

good‐looking, employed ‐‐
wouldn't need to ‐‐

What? Pay for it?

It's sad, right?

But, you know, sometimes,
being a modern‐day cowboy,

I get so lonely.

And I just need
a little warmth,

the comforting touch
of a woman.

Yeah.

♪♪

That, or maybe I know it
because I'm a P. I.,

and it's not the first time
a girl's run away to there.

Oh...[ Laughs ]

Right.

♪♪

Sam: Seriously? Here?

It's an expensive
neighborhood.

I actually know
three producers

that live up the street.

Oh, hey.

Maybe you'll see
one of them inside.

That'd be awkward.

Yeah,
she came here last week.

Not about a job.

Well, what then?

Listen, Eddie,

our friendship
only goes so far.

Yeah, well, what can
you tell me, Mads?

She was looking for
someone.

Ricky Jenson.

Local muscle we sometimes use
to protect the girls.

He's street,
knows how to hurt people.

Not someone your gal
should know.

What'd she want
from him?
Wouldn't say,

so I chose to be
unhelpful.

Well, maybe you can be
helpful to me.

You know where I can find
this Ricky guy?

♪♪

I need him,
I call my people,

he shows up.

But, uh, try
the Crown Ridge Hotel downtown.

♪♪

Sam: So, what
I don't understand is

why is a straight‐A student
from the Midwest

trying to track down
some L. A. street thug?

I don't know, but whatever
happened to Lynette,

this Ricky guy's involved.

♪♪

Berto: I just got off with
Lynette's father.

He's never heard of
Ricky Jensen.

So I ran a search on
all her social media.

There's no mention of
a Ricky Jensen in any of it.

It's all about
school activity.

Nothing about
a media internship

or why she was in L. A.
How about her phone?

With a million combinations,
that can take a couple days.

But I was able to pull up
a mugshot of Ricky Jensen

from public records.

Texting that to you now.

Maybe he's out.

[ Door rattles ]

Eddie: Lucky us.

You're actually
gonna pick the lock?

I never got to do that.

We always had to wait
for a warrant.

You do know
you weren't a real cop?

And yet, I was voted
Most Trusted Cop in America

by People magazine
two years running.

♪♪

What are we looking for?

Anything that could give us
a bead on Lynette.

Got it.

Metaphorical bread crumbs.

Looking for a trail of ‐‐
blood!

Oh, my God.
That's a lot of blood!

♪♪

Ricky Jensen.

♪♪

Guess he was home.

♪♪

[ Siren wails ]

I'm guessing this is
your first real dead body?

Yeah,
the ones I'm used to seeing

usually get up
and go to lunch

when the director yells,
"Cut."

Valetik!

Which dubious event
do you wanna explain first?

How you just happened
to stumble on to a dead guy,

or what Ms. Clickbait
is doing at my crime scene?

Sam: Actually,
I'm trying to get away

from the whole, you know,
drunk, no underwear thing.

That's why
I'm following Eddie.

It's for a new role.
I'm Sam Swift.

Yeah, I know who you are.

You wanna tell me
about the dead guy?

His name
came up on a job,

so I came by
to ask a few questions.

Eddie:
Never got the chance.
What's the job?

Missing person...check.
Simple background check.

Really? Background check.
That's what you're going with?

Yeah, for now.

[ English accent ]
Oh, my God.

You're Sam Swift.

I am a huge, huge fan.

I love, love,
love your show.

"I'm greedy too.
For justice."

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Sam, this is Mick English.

He's an M.E. with
the L. A. Coroner's office.

Ah, the true unsung heroes
of justice.

That's brilliant.

You know, back when
you were doing all
the...[Sniffs]

I just thought
the only way I'd meet you

was on my table.

But here you are, alive!

Yay!

So what the hell are
you doing with this
moody stiff here?

Christine: She's following him
for a new role.

Hey, Mick,
it's her first dead body.

Why don't you show her
how a real crime‐scene
examination's done?

Really?
Are you kidding?

I'd be honored.

♪♪

So?

Long, long story, Chris.

I'll tell you
about it later.

Tomorrow night?
My date cancelled.

Happy to sub in.

Well, until then,
whatever you're working,

you should move her
off this case.

Why?
Your dead guy?

He's got a rap sheet
a mile long.

Word is
he worked for Deacon.

♪♪

Last thing you need

is some fake cop
getting you real killed.

♪♪

All right,
Detective McNair.

From the looks
of these wounds,

where do you suppose
the shooter was standing?

Trick question.

There's powder marks
on his shirt.

He was shot point blank.

And he probably knew
the person who shot him

to let him get
that close.

Well, uh...

Um, very good, yes.

Well, you can't make
200 episodes

without picking up a thing
or two along the way.

Well...

let's see what secrets
these wounds have to offer.

Hey, Mick, can you tell
how old a tattoo is

by looking at it?

You mean that one?
Yeah.

Yeah, it's much more faded
than the others.

I'd say it's at least
five years older

than all of these.

Huh.

Eddie: We gotta go.
Ooh!

Oh!

Where are we going?
I'm taking you home.

You can follow me
on another case,
just not this one.

That what your cop girlfriend
told you to say?

Who? Detective Rollins?
Yeah.

You two got
a thing going on.
No.

Look, my sex‐vibe radar
is infallible.

Remember?
Body language.

Well,
it's wrong this time.

Okay,
it's wrong this time.

Sam, stop.
This is serious.

You ever hear of a guy
called Deacon?

Wait, cops on my show
used to whisper about him.

Said he controlled
half of L. A.

But no one knows
who he is.

That's who Ricky Jensen
was working for ‐‐

the most dangerous guy
in the city.

This isn't just
a missing persons anymore.

This is organized crime,
murder.

And I don't
want to see you...

get hurt.

Or worse.

That's sweet, Eddie.

But I'm pretty sure
that Deacon isn't our killer.

I know why Lynette
was looking for Ricky Jensen.

♪♪

Childhood sweethearts.
So, how'd you know?

A tattoo with both
of their initials

over Ricky's heart.

It's classic,
a tragic love story.

"Romeo and Juliet,"
"West Side Story,"

where ‐‐ where the good girl
falls for the bad boy

and hides it
from her parents.

It's a total Lifetime movie!

Ricky was in Tinsel Town
surrounded by temptation.

Lynette finds out
he's fallen for someone new.

She comes out here to end it
by killing him.

Wait, can I see
Lynette's phone?

♪♪

What are you doing?
Being an actor,

putting myself
in the character's shoes.

I'm a lovesick girl,
hiding my true feelings.

I'd want something to remind me
of my secret love

every day.

Like making
my phone password...

Your boyfriend's
birthday.

♪♪

How did you know
his birthdate?

Mick's M.E. report.

Hey,
I'm kinda good at this!

She kinda is.
Yeah, yeah.

Except there's one giant flaw
in your theory.

Lynette didn't kill Ricky.

The hotel clerk
told the cops

Lynette was there
two days ago.

I've been around
a lot of bodies,

and Ricky's been dead
longer than that.

He was already gone
when she got there,

which means there's
something else going on here.

Someone reset the phone.

It's been totally wiped ‐‐
no photos, no e‐mails.

Why would Lynette
reset her phone?

Maybe she had something
on there

she didn't want
anyone to see.
Hang on.

It looks like
some texts came in

after the phone
was reset.

♪♪

[ Cellphone beeps ]

"I got what you asked,
but it's gonna cost.

You have the money?"

"Yes. Where do we meet?"

"Pier. One hour."

Look at the timestamp.

It's right
after she saw Ricky,

the day she disappeared.

"I got what you asked."

What do you think
she meant?

There's only one way
to find out.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

That's our guy.

Stay here.

Are you kidding?

This is why I'm following you.

To fully immerse myself
in moments like this.

It's too dangerous.

You're gonna have to "immerse"
from afar.

Here.

Watch through the binoculars.

But above all, you stay.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]
What the ‐‐

Did you just
take my picture?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

On Lynette Rainey's phone,

Which makes you a prime suspect
in her disappearance.

If the cops
get ahold of this ‐‐

Whoa.

Don't make this worse,
kid.

You got the wrong idea.

I don't even know her.

You met with her
a few days back.

That was strictly
a business transaction.

What'd she want?
First...

who's your friend?

♪♪

Eddie:
Next time, I'm just cuffing you
to the steering wheel.

Eddie, I didn't know
you were kinky.

What did Lynette want
from that guy, anyway?

So Lynette finds Ricky dead,

and the first thing she does
is she texts this thug

for a burner phone
and a gun.

She's planning on
going after

her boyfriend's murderer.

She's gonna
get herself killed!

We have to find her!

Well, we don't have
a lot to go on.

Well, what about
the burner phone he sold her?

You got the number.
We can trace it, right?

Another TV fantasy trope.
No, it's not.

Cops can triangulate

cellphone calls
to cell towers.

Yeah, well, I'm not a cop.

And even a cop
would need a warrant,

which in real life,
it takes a helluva lot longer

than a commercial break.

I can get it traced.

You? Ha. No, you can't.

Oh, yes I can.

I have a friend.

Oh, really?
You have a friend.

What kind of friend
do you have?

Uh, he was a consultant
on my show,

who works
in Homeland Security.

We became close.

Very, very, very close.

He can track it easily.

Forest? Hi. It's Sam.

Oh, I know.
I miss you, too.

Listen, I have a small favor
to ask.

Can you track
a phone signal for me?

This is it.

Forest says
that the burner signal's

coming from inside.

Does your friend
know he broke

about 11 federal
and state privacy laws?
Oh, please.

You're just mad that I have
better sources than you.
No.

I'm mad, because you think
the rules don't apply to you.

Not all rules.

I just ignore
the stupid ones.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have
gotten to where I am.

Where are you going?
Stay here.

Have you met me?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Sam: Eddie. Come here.

♪♪

Take a look at this.

♪♪

[ Gunshot ]

Drop the gun
if you wanna live.

Maybe I should've
stayed in the car.

♪♪

Eddie: Easy. Easy, Lynette.

We're on your side.

♪♪

Wait.

Are you Samantha Swift?

From TV?

Oddly enough, yes.

And I swear,
we're the good guys.

♪♪

When his dad abandoned him,
Ricky was 16.

He did what he had to do
to survive.

A few months ago,

we decided
we were gonna run away,

start over together.

That man
he was working for ‐‐
Deacon?

You don't
leave his organization alive.

But Ricky figured out
Deacon's real identity.

He thought that unmasking him
was the only way out.

But he knew
he needed evidence.

What evidence?

Financial records

covering all
Deacon's illegal deals,

kept in a cabinet safe

in his basement
wine cellar.

Ricky found
the combination.

All he had to do
was get those books,

and we'd be free.

Only,
Deacon found him first.

Did Ricky tell you
who Deacon is?
No.

He thought it would put me
in too much danger.

But they know about me now.

They're gonna
come after me.

We need to go
to the police.

You don't get it.

He owns the police.

There's only one thing
I can do.

Find him
and kill him myself.

Lynette, if you go after him,
they'll kill you.

I'm gonna end up dead
anyway.

At least this way,

that man pays
for what he did to Ricky!

What about your family?

They're worried
about you.

What are you
talking about?

Your dad.
He hired us to find you.

That's not possible.

My dad's dead.

Oh, God.
We led them here!

[ Gunshots, both scream ]

That way, that way!

[ Gunshots ]

♪♪

Lynette:
You trapped us!

Get down. Get over there.
Get over there.

♪♪

♪♪

Stop. It's him!

Who?
The fake dad!

Okay, listen. Shh.

♪♪

[ Cellphone ringtone
plays ]
What the hell?

Turn that thing off!
I'm trying!

[ Gunshots ]

The man's an agent.
Come on.

What?
Get up. Get up.
Let's go.

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

♪♪

[ Both scream ]

Eddie: Go, go, go!

[ Gunshots ]

♪♪

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Engine revs ]

♪♪

All right.
I think we're good.

You think we're good?

You almost got me killed.

Hey, Lynette. Wait!

Lynette, wait!

Hey, hey.
Don't do this alone.

Let us help you.
I've seen how you help.

I'm gonna finish this
on my own.

[ Sighs ]

Well,
at least we found her.

Yeah.

I should've seen it.

You know why I didn't?

Because I was
keeping an eye on you

instead of the client.

And what the hell
were you thinking,

answering your phone
in the middle of a gunfight?

I was trying to silence it
so we didn't get shot.

[ Sighs ]
It was Syd, by the way.

When I didn't answer,
she texted.

The financiers
backed out on my movie.

[ Scoffs, laughs ]

Great, great.

So all this time
with you on my heels,

and I don't even get paid?

I knew this was
a lousy idea.

[ Laughs ]

Seriously?

After everything,
that's what you care about?

You know, Eddie,
you really put the dick

in detective.

♪♪

♪ I am standing
in my bare feet ♪

♪ Watching you ♪

♪ Drive away ♪

♪ Last night keeps running
through my head ♪

♪ And how I feel now ♪

Syd: Hey.

♪ I just can't say ♪

I liked it better
when I was a hero.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm sorry about the movie.
The movie?

I'm more upset
about Lynette.

Who?
The missing girl.

Only she wasn't missing.

She was planning
to hunt down the man

who killed her fiancé.

But now his people
are after her,

and she's gonna
get herself killed!

Seriously?
That's a movie.

Except it's not.

It's real.

And you know,
for the first time

in a long, long time,

I felt something real,
you know?

Like ‐‐ like I was actually
helping someone.

Like what I was doing
mattered.

And I was good at it.

I'm confused.

Are you saying that
you want to quit acting

and become a P.I. now?

No. No, I just ‐‐

♪♪

The City Clerk's office.

♪♪

Syd, I gotta go.

I gotta go.
I just solved the case.

Sam: Eddie? If you're in there,
I need to talk to you!

Eddie: What?

Is that Detective Rollins?

I knew it.
See, my radar is never wrong.

Is that what you came over here
to tell me?

No. I had a revelation...
about the case.

There is no case,
remember?

It's a police matter now.

What about Lynette?
We can't let her get
herself killed.

Christine:
I'll be going now.

Eddie. Sam.

Aw, Chris.

Oh, it's okay.

We were
pretty much done.

[ Sighs ]

This better be great.

Sam: The combination
Ricky wrote down ‐‐

look what he wrote it on.

It's not just
a scrap of paper.

It's a file request form
from the City Clerk's office.

Yeah, I saw that.

Okay. So what's at
the Clerk's office?

Public files. Police reports.
Arrest records.

What if no one's been able
to find out who he is

because Deacon
is a cop himself?

What if Ricky was combing
through these files

trying to find some kind
of pattern to reveal him?

Don't you think
I thought of that?

Well, then what are
we waiting for?

We know Ricky found him.

We just have
to follow his trail.
For what?

We have no client.
There's no case.

What about Lynette?

We can't just abandon her.

We can't help her either
if she won't let us.

Trust me, Sam.

"No good deed
goes unpunished"

is a universal truth.

Is it?

Or is this about you,

what happened
three years ago?

Marnie Stahr.

Like I said,
I do my research.

I read the reports.

They all said
it wasn't your fault.

♪♪

Well, that doesn't matter.

I was hired to protect her,
and I didn't.

And to punish yourself,
you started saying no.

You went from
the top P.I. in town

to only taking small jobs.

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

You are just like me,
Eddie.

You need
a shot at redemption.

♪♪

Except in the real world,

there are no
fairy tale endings.

Trust me.

I know, and so do you,

that whatever
we try to do here,

chances are,
it is not gonna end well.

We know it won't end well
if we do nothing.

Is it a risk? Yeah.

But I would rather
risk everything

for a shot at justice

than risk nothing
and be nothing.

So what's it gonna be?

Give up,

or are you gonna listen
to your better angels

and make a difference
in the world?

Wow.

That's a powerful speech.

♪♪

Of course,
I liked it better

when you gave it
to your suicidal partner.

Was it
at end of season three?

You know, when you
were hunting down that
murderous clown.

[ Laughs ]

Fine.
It's the same speech.

But it doesn't mean
that it's not true.

Wait, hold ‐‐
hold on a second!

The only way that you would
know that speech

is if you watched
the show.

You're a fan!

Hold on.
You are a big fan!

No. Stop.
Oh, my God, Eddie!

Come on.
That's so cute!

Shut up.
You're a fan!

Oh, my God.
Is it exciting that you know me?

Berto, I need you
to do some research.

Berto, he's a fan!

Berto: These are copies
of all the files

Ricky Jenson requested.

Not just police records,

but warrants
and court cases.

I ran a few of
the subjects' names ‐‐

drug dealers, prostitutes,
drug runners.

All have some link
to Deacon's criminal
organization.

And other commonalities
in the files?

How 'bout same detectives
working the case?

All the cops
were different,

but there was something
the same.

Look at
who signed the warrants?

Superior Court Judge
Noah. B. Chambers.

Now look at
who tried the cases.

Chambers.

Half the trials ended
in reduced‐sentence plea deals

for giving up information
on Deacon ‐‐

Information
that never paid off.

Because he was
controlling it.

He's Deacon!

He's not just
above the law.

He is the law.

And he's always
one step ahead

because he's the one
who issues the warrants.

His people know exactly
when the cops are coming.

That's not all.

I found this
on his website.

Check who's in this photo.

♪♪

Lynette's fake dad!

We got him! Right?

What we have
is conjecture.

We know it's true.

But with all the people
in his pocket,

we'll be signing
our death warrants

if we decide to point fingers
without proof.

Well, then, we need to do what
Ricky was going to do.

Get proof.

We need to get in
and get the ledgers
from the safe.

Breaking into his house
would be a major operation.

It'd take at least a week
to plan.
Yeah.

With a bullet waiting for us
if we get it wrong ‐‐ no.

Or we could just
walk in.

Chambers is running
for re‐election.

He's having a fundraiser
at his house

tomorrow night.

Oh, you wanna crash?

We'll never get close.

You're a TV star.

They'll see you coming
a mile away.

Will they?

This is crazy.
It'll never work.

Sam:
Trust me. It'll work.

Ready?
Oh,
as we'll ever be.

[ Door opens ]

♪♪

How you like me now?

♪♪

Eddie:
Oh, this is a bad idea.

Maybe, but it's the best
bad idea we've got.

You know, I used to be scared
of getting older,

but damn,
I'm a serious cougar.

I can do this, Eddie.

Worst case, I get caught,
you know.

And it becomes
one more public humiliation

in a long list
of Samantha Swift scandals.

If we manage
to pull it off,

we actually save a life.

Whatever you say,
I'll hear.

We'll be in
constant communication.

Now...do you remember
your name?

The name's
Dixie Burnside.

Really?
A Southern accent?

I'm just
getting into character.

Once you're inside,
you mingle, you fit in.

Be inconspicuous.

[ Grunts ]
[ Gasps ] Oh!

I am so...

sorry!

Paul Seaborn.

Have we, uh ‐‐
have we met?

I don't believe we have.

Dixie Burnside.

Look, I'm sure you get this
all the time,

but, you have
the most incredible eyes.

Well, aren't you a charmer,
Mr. Seaborn.

Please. Paul.

♪♪

Would you excuse me?

Duty calls.
Oh, of course.

♪♪

Eddie: Sounds like
you made a friend.

Close call
with fake Dad.

He was happy to see me,

but that was definitely
a gun in his pocket.

In the back of the basement
is a door to the outside.

Problem is,
it's steel reinforced,

sliding dead bolts.
Making it un‐pickable.

So what you need to
do is just open up
that door for me

and just return
to the party.

At some point,
Chambers will make a speech.

Thank you.

I want to thank you all
for coming.

When all eyes are on him,

that'll be your best shot
at slipping out unnoticed.

According to the floor plans,

there's an entrance
through the kitchen

and down this stairway.

Man: I'm sorry, ma'am.
You can't be down here.

If that's security,
get out now.

Oh, I just need to
grab a bottle of vino

and then I'll be
out of your hair.

I can't let anyone
back here.

Sam, go back.
It's too risky.

You see,
it's for the judge.

And Paul told me to tell you
it was okay.

Mr. Seaborn?

If you don't believe me,
we can go see him.

But I hate
to keep the judge waiting.

You know how he gets.

All right. Come on.

♪♪

Sam, talk to me.

I need to get rid
of this guard.

What the hell
are you doing?

You need to get out,
now!

Okay, you got it?
Come on. Let's go.

[ Giggles ]

I'm sorry.

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

Eddie: All right,
we gotta move.

Keep an eye out.
The safe?
Uh, middle cabinet.

♪♪

[ Keypad beeps ]

[ Door bangs,
muffled shouting ]

♪♪

[ Muffled shout ]

Ricky was right,
this is everything.

[ Muffled shout ]
[ Gasps ] Eddie!

Lynette, are you okay?

Lynette: [ Muffled shouts ]

Damn it. That's why they had
a guard down here.

[ Whimpering ]

Seaborn: Hands.

Step where I can see you.

♪♪

I knew we'd met before.
Gun, please.

♪♪

On the ground.

♪♪

Well, it's been quite a day.

First, Ms. Rainey there
shows up with the catering crew,

and then you two.

Makes it easy for me, though,

all of you in one place.

You're not gonna shoot us.

Your boss
won't like the press.

What, because some
has‐been actress

just out of rehab
killed herself

after accidentally
shooting the P.I.

she was shadowing?

People will love that.

Now, the ledgers.

You won't
get away with this.

Oh, yes we will.
You know why?

Because we always
get away with it.

Not today.

Do you know why?

Because I'm greedy...

for justice.

Greedy for justice?

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

♪♪

It means...

that you should watch
more TV.

♪♪

Whoa!
Did you see that?!

That was awesome!

I was awesome.
I mean, you too.

But you know,
you do this all the time.

But me, who knew?!

[ Muffled scream ]

♪♪

Eddie Valetik, right?

You just made
my Christmas list.

♪♪

Think he'll knit me
a sweater?

I think your life just got
a lot more complicated.

At least there's enough
in those ledgers

to put him away
for a couple of lifetimes.

But I gotta say,

that was the stupidest thing
you've ever done.

How did she
talk you into it?

I'm still trying
to figure that out.

Good luck.
Yeah.

Lynette:
If it weren't for you guys,
I'd be dead.

Thank you, Sam.

Oh, come on.
Ricky was the real hero.

Standing up and putting
his life on the line

so he could be with you.

But getting him justice...

you're a hero, too.

♪♪

Bye.

♪♪

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.

No, no, no. This ‐‐

Are those real tears?

I...just got a little makeup
in my eye.

Uh‐huh.
Uh‐huh.

♪♪

Well, I guess this is it.

I guess so.

♪♪

You know,
for what it's worth...

♪♪

...you didn't suck.

[ Chuckles ]

Come on, Eddie.
Let's not get all sappy.

Mm.

Thanks for
giving me a shot.

Good luck, Sam.

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, wait!
You're my ride!

[ Chuckles ]
[ The Kooks'
"Be Who You Are" plays ]

♪ You don't know
who you are ♪

♪♪

♪ The road's gonna take
and make you walk too far ♪

♪♪

♪ You're a liar ♪

♪ You're a thief ♪

♪ You're a star ♪

♪♪

♪ But you don't know
who you are ♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪ When there's nothing
left to win ♪

♪ And you can only lose ♪

♪ What's keeping you from doing
what you always wanna do ♪

They were all waiting
when I got here this morning.

It's gotta be
all the publicity.

♪ Da, da, da, da ♪
Hmm.

♪ Da‐da, da, da ♪
Okay.

♪ Be who you are ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da,
Da‐da, da, da ♪

Gimme me a minute,
and then send the first one in.

Eddie, there's something
you should know.

They don't want
just you.

♪ Da, da, da, da,
Da‐da, da, da ♪

♪ Be who you are ♪

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hello?

Eddie: Sam. It's Eddie.

♪ Da, da, da, da,
Da‐da, da, da ♪

♪ Baby, you're a star ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da,
Da‐da, da, da ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪