All language subtitles for LEVERAGE.REDEMPTION.S01E12)

Sorry.

That's for making me run.

Now, you're gonna give us that phone.

You can't get away from us.

Come on, come on.

This is for my lip.

- Where's the phone, Solina?

I don't have it.

Wrong answer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Abel, Abel, Abel, chill!

It's not on him.

And you know damn well what happens
if we don't get that phone...

Yo, Abel, man, if this guy dies...

Dispatch, we got a code 60
on Greenbeach Isle.

We need medevac.

Ugh. We should have finished that gig
a week ago.

And I should still be lying in a hammock
in Grand Cayman

if it wasn't for this stupid storm.

Those dirty U.S. defense contractors

always have to be so suspicious
about everything.

...Category-Four "Esme" was scheduled
to travel up the east coast

but shifted last night,
heading west across Florida.

- Hey, look, Breanna got out.

Last flight off the island.
Just after us.

On her way to that comic...
comic... comic...

geek fest.

It's a shame we missed
Parker's HALO jump, though.

Onto a 250-foot yacht.
I couldn't believe it.

It wasn't my favorite plan,
but you work with what you have.

I stole a beautiful yacht once...

St. Barts, I think it was...

Yeah.

Nothing yet from Parker and Eliot?

No, nothing.

But as long as they're nowhere near
the Gulf, they should be all right.

If you hadn't insisted on taking down
the mark on his own yacht...

Yeah, well, if you hadn't stolen

a getaway boat
held together with duct tape,

we wouldn't be stuck on an island.

Well, we're not stuck, all right?
I called backup.

Oh, you called backup.

Okay, well, what kind of backup
has a boat nearby?

Maria.

Hey, how you doing?
Ah, no, no, no, no, we're fine.

We washed up on Greenbeach Isle,
the Beacon Inn.

Yeah, no, I'll see you in a little bit.

Listen, be careful out there
because of the storm.

Maria? Maria?

She cut off.

She's a few minutes out.

Let's go dry off.

You called your girlfriend?
Who's a U.S. Marshal?

- Yeah.
- And has a boat?

She has an outboard Boston Whaler.

We went fishing last month.

Oh, did you catch anything?

- Huh?
- Like amnesia?

- We're on a job.
- We're not. We're done with the job.

Parker, okay? She's gonna be here
in 20 minutes.

She drops us up off on shore.

I'm not worried about giving away
our secrets.

I've taken every truth serum known to man
and I come out smiling.

Okay, look, Eliot,
I'm glad you're happy with Maria.

Damn it! Damn it!

What? Oh, did I get "happy" wrong again?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where'd you come from?

- We just washed up on shore.
- On shore.

I don't care.

We're closed.

What are you gonna do, tell them to go?

You can't leave people outside in a storm.

Wait in the bar.

All right.

I'm gonna get a drink.

- Boots.
- Haircuts.

And they're carrying.

Why is this place crawling with cops?

Welcome. Name's McCloud.

I own the Beacon.

So make yourself at home.

Thank you.

More people?

They got lost at sea. Needed shelter.
It's all right, Roxie.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, I'm Roxie Jimenez, hotel manager.

Sorry that you're not here
under better circumstances.

There's towels in the back,
let me grab them.

Thank you.

Hmm. These cops around here
are giving me heebie jeebies.

Roxie's got 'em, too.

Yeah, I think McCloud's overrun.

There's probably guys on every floor.
But--

What do we have here?

- Somebody miss the weather report?
- Oh.

Oh, no, my brother and I were just on
a fishing trip, when the wind kicked up.

Hmm. Well, welcome to the fun.

I'm Cal, by the way.

- This is my sister, Liz.
- Liz.

And, uh, we just...

Listen, why are so many people here
if the hotel's closed?

Me and some local guys
are helping secure the place.

Early storm didn't give McCloud
much of a warning.

Didn't make your paper, right?

TV's gone out. Newspaper's better anyway.

The lead story's not crime and murder,
it's, uh...

about someone winning $230 million
in the lottery.

230 million? Not yet claimed?

Another guy gets to stick
his head in the sand

and pretend like everything's okay.

American Dream. Hmm.

Roxie, right? Yeah, I'm gonna need
to check out those guest rooms again.

Nothing wrong with the guest rooms.

We got it, old man.

Keys?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No! You're the one who made me
come on this fishing trip, Calvin!

Don't do this again.

Oh, you know on the open water,
I need my pepperoncinis.

- Hey, hey.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Listen, is there... is there anywhere that
I can get her a little bite to eat, man?

The kitchen's through there.

Oh. There you go. Thank you.

- It just... it hits me quick.
- Come on.

- You know?
- Yeah.

I hope they got a grilled cheese in here.

Officer J. Abel.

That guy smells like cleaning supplies.

I'm gonna call Sophie,
tell her what's going on.

Except my service is completely down.
Stupid storm.

All right, our comms still work
for me and you.

There's no way it's gonna reach
beyond this hotel in this weather.

It's dead.

Landlines are built
to survive a hurricane.

They cut the line. They don't want Roxie
or McCloud calling for help.

We gotta figure out
what's going on in here.

I'm gonna stall Abel and his crew.

I need you to get a walkie.
We'll try to modify it to call for backup.

Okay. That's good.

Except for one thing.

Hi. I'm here looking for some friends.

Yeah, we're closed.

Storm season.

Well, how 'bout I come in and find them?

Are we gonna have a problem?

You already called backup.

My name is Maria Shipp, I'm a U--

You, you...

Good to see you!

Keep your badge hidden.

It's my friend Maria.

She came to get us off the island. Huh?

Let's go get you dried up
and we'll get out of here.

- Hey, I told you to stay in the bar.
Yeah.

- For your own safety.
- Yeah.

Three more people know our faces.
I told you to lock this place down.

We're in the middle of a hurricane.
I mean, who comes here--

I don't care.

They don't leave the bar.

Lock it. Nobody else gets in or out.

Roxie, kiddo, come away from there.

They locked it.
Why would they lock us in?

I just wanna go home to my husband.

We'll get through this. Promise.

Let's go get some coffee.
I'm buying.

What's going on here?

These cops seem to have
taken over the whole hotel.

I have a bad feeling that McCloud
and that girl Roxie are not gonna be safe.

You think you can get us all on your boat?

That's not the problem.

I mean, the storm was bearing down fast
when I got here.

By now, swells off the coast
must be 20 feet.

We're gonna have to ride it out.

No points of access in here,

walkies only work on a short-range cycle,
can't modify one,

and Abel smells like Drano.

You must be Parker.
Eliot has told me so much about you.

Every truth serum known to man.

Don't. Parker, we don't talk about work.

You two.

What do you know about
the people that locked us in here?

They're from Greenbeach,
the town on the mainland.

They just showed up today,
flashing badges,

saying they wanted to help.

I've owned this hotel 40 years.
Never had cops wanna help before.

They've been all over the place,
every corner.

Hmm. They're searching for something.

Yeah, and they're using the hurricane
as cover to hide it.

I've counted five of 'em
since we got here.

I saw a few of them patrolling outside.
Huddling from the rain, more like.

You know there's bound to be more of 'em
searching this place,

and not knowing that
puts us at a disadvantage.

We need to talk to somebody
on the outside.

Our supervisor from our agency.

Well, tough with the phones out.

McCloud, I'm gonna
ask you a strange question.

You have a ham radio here?

An old one in the boathouse,
but you have to go outside to get there.

Uh, no, I'll go.

I'll go, too. You'll need backup.

Here, you're gonna need this.

I'll, uh, distract the guards
while you find your exit.

Well, you can go
through the freezer in the kitchen.

It's got a door to the outside
for loading goods in.

A door these cops don't know about?

Mm-hmm.

Decaf?

Remind me
what agency you work for again.

It's really howling there.

Your co-worker, she's interesting.

Yeah, she's interesting.

But she grows on you.

She doesn't like me.

That's not true.
She does like you.

She thinks I seem happy.

Seem happy?

No, no, not that I'm... it's not...

It's not that I'm not happy. I'm happy.

You know, for the whole...

Look, the ham radio.

You know how to...

So I can take Signal Corps
off the list of possible places you work.

...is not available.

Well, it's still going to voicemail.

Eliot and Parker should have checked in
hours ago.

It's not like them to break with protocol.

Well, what do they do
if they're really in trouble?

Is there some kind of bat signal?

We should have some kind of bat signal.

Check.

This is L-V-7-E-L-I
trying to contact L-V-1-L-H-Q.

Maybe we do have a bat signal.

Sophie, Harry, come in.

Oh, what's all this?
Mayday, mayday.

Breanna's been working on
a new emergency security system--

analog so we don't get hacked.

India. Trying to reach L-V-1-L-H-Q.

Somebody pick up the damn--
Breanna!

Eliot, Eliot! It's Sophie.

Where are you?

Parker and I are stuck at a hotel.

It's called the Beacon Inn.
It's on Greenbeach Isle.

You're on an island in the Gulf?
You gotta get out of there.

Thank you, Harry.
All right, we know.

We can't right now.
We've run into a situation.

Ertz and Finch
have taken over patrol.

Heading in.

Check the boathouse before you do.

We're getting more intel on Officer Abel,
but it's slow without Breanna.

And Mr. Wilson is in
a delicate horse trade

with the power broker
from the police union.

Oh, come on now, you expect me
to get a Louisiana State Senator

to trade his second-round pick
of his fantasy team

for a backup running back
and the Saints' defense?

Now, come on, you know we're
talking about sensitive information,

but if we're not speaking
about a first-round running back,

I don't think we're
talking about anything at all.

Psst.

Listen, I know that this is not how
you wanted to spend the weekend.

Trust me, me neither.

Are you trying to apologize
for dragging me into this?

Don't.

These people need help.
You're helping them.

It's what I like best about you.

Hey, Eliot, it's Harry.

Uh, so apparently Officer Jim Abel
was just suspended for

beating the pulp out of some ex-con
named Omar Solina during an arrest.

Solina's name
hasn't been released publicly yet,

but the whole thing happened
two weeks ago on Greenbeach Island.

Apparently the kid was so beaten up

they had to medevac him
to Orleans Baptist.

Well, it's just ten minutes away.

Well, why don't I just go over there
and see what I can find out?

I'll stay here and man the radios.

Eliot, Mr. Wilson's going
to the hospital to see what he can find.

Eliot! Eliot!

Do yourself a favor and stay down.

My arm's dislocated.

Isn't that supposed to hurt?

Yeah.

It's time to talk.

Now, we know that
Abel's getting suspended,

but what does that have to do
with you guys being here?

Get out of my face.

All right.

Abel got bounced for putting his hands
on an ex-con drug dealer.

They caught up to him at the hotel,
but this guy was blackmailing us.

Back in the day,
when our crew was in narcotics.

You guys ran dirty.

We did what we had to do.

Now, Abel said
this ex-con had proof on his phone,

but by the time they caught up to the guy,
it wasn't on him.

They think he hid his phone
somewhere in the hotel.

That's what they're looking for.

Can I borrow that?

Of course.

You're not gonna stop us.
Abel's running things.

He's gonna run you into the grave.

Collins, report "all clear."

Collins?

Yeah, all good here, boss.

All clear.

Who is this?

Wow, I'm shocked that didn't work.

Damn it.

The radio's busted.

Grab it. Maybe we can fix it.

Boggs, send someone to check on Collins.

Has anyone left the bar?

Daniels hasn't moved off his post.

Let's go make sure.

One, two, three...

Hey, Blondie.

Where are your friends?

Aah!

- Oh!
- I said...

Hey, I said, where's
your brother and his girlfriend?

His girlfriend?

First, he wrecks Dad's boat.

And then he calls her. Huh.

We're family,
so don't you think I should have

a say in who he brings into this family?

Oh, Toxic Squirrel,
I love these guys.

Hey, be warned, they basically put a sock
on the doorknob.

Hey!

Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there.

We were just having a... discussion.

What are you two doing back here?

What are we not doing?
You know what I mean?

You two stay in the bar
with everyone else.

- Okay.
- All right.

Patrol just checked the boathouse.

Collins has gone missing.

Signs of a struggle.

Someone is in our hotel.

All teams report in.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Might have an intruder.

Hey. Don't.

So this has something to do
with that Solina kid getting arrested?

I don't know.

Harry and Sophie
are getting more info.

Would you stop it?!

What, is it supposed to hurt like that?

That's what I said.

McCloud, the radio, can you fix it?

Ah, it's pretty banged up,
but it'll work with a new fuse.

If you can get to the electrical room,
there's spares.

All right, Parker, you go.

While I bang Eliot's shoulder
back into place.

Ooh, that sounds like it's gonna hurt.

I really don't want to miss that.

Would you just go get the fuse?

Buck up, soldier.
You afraid of me?

Very much so.

Ohh.

What are you afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

I'm afraid there's no such thing
as a fair fight anymore.

These guys running the system,
they're all crooked now.

They're supposed to be
looking out for people.

But instead they're using the system
to protect themselves.

Makes you wanna hide under the covers
and hope it goes away.

Yeah, well, I can't hide.

I've done some things
that I can't take back.

You think you don't deserve to be happy.

Not as long as there are bad things
happening to good people,

and you can't stop all of it.

You can't live like that, Eliot.

Hmm.

Oh, really?

Keep checking. It has to be here.

We searched this room.

Hey.

Hey.

Look, I just wanted to get out of trouble.

We were gonna come in,
find the phone, and leave,

no one the wiser.

Now we got hostages?

It's out of hand.

No, it's worse than that.

Someone is inside
and they're messing with us.

If it's not the guests,
it has to be one of the guys.

Well, why would our guys do this?

You said we were all implicated.

They wouldn't.

You're right. You're right.

Boggs, hey, we gotta stick together.

We get that crook's phone, and it's
gonna be blue skies and green lights.

All this stays quiet.

How?

How the hell
we gonna keep all this quiet now?

I got that covered.

Let's go check the stairwell. Come on.

Paging Dr. Ross.

Please report to Emergency immediately.

Greenbeach PD is here.

They're keeping their eye on Mr. Solina.

They're not letting him
out of their sight.

You're gonna have to tread carefully.

Here you go.

Hey, that doesn't go there.

I swear I'm done with interns.

Can I help you?

Yes, I was hoping to see Omar Solina.

Not without approval, I'm afraid.

Greenbeach Police
are taking him into custody

as soon as he's been discharged.

Oh, well, I'm a lawyer.

You're not his lawyer.

Solina's lawyer said to contact him
if anyone wants to speak with the patient.

- When is Solina gonna be discharged?
- Probably within the hour.

Sorry, Mrs. Reeves in Four
needs her meds.

Sophie, it looks like the police have
got him under pretty good lock and key.

We may have better luck contacting
his attorney, Jackie Dumont.

Jackie Dumont.
Why does that name sound familiar?

Because you're probably familiar
with his famous catchphrase.

"Find the link and click it."

"If you get that winning ticket."

L-V-1-L-H-Q calling L-V-7-E-L-I.

They have to be connected.

I can talk to her.

How are you gonna play it?

Sometimes to get people to open up,
you gotta let 'em in.

Roxie. I'm a U.S. Marshal.

I'm here to help you.

Officers Abel and Boggs chased down a man
on this island two weeks ago.

Omar Solina.

Roxie. It was Omar?

This was signed five years ago
by Roxie Solina.

That's your maiden name, right?

Omar is your brother?

I have people in my life
that I'd do anything to protect, too.

We know the cops
want to find Omar's phone.

He wasn't involved with drugs.

He works with at-risk youth.

He hasn't been in trouble
since he was a teenager, I swear.

Omar came to the Beacon that day

and he handed me a phone,
in a case like a wallet.

I didn't wanna get him in more trouble.

So I hid it
before anyone could find it.

L-V-7-E-L-I, do you read me?

Got it working.

Soph, this is Parker.

And Eliot.

And Omar Solina's sister.

And a U.S. Marshal.

Uh-oh.

Good, you all need to hear this.

Solina hired a lottery lawyer.

This isn't about a phone
with incriminating evidence on it.

Sophie.

Abel's gonna steal
Omar Solina's winning lottery ticket.

The paper said what?

230 million.

North of $230 million.

We think it's in his phone case.

But we're pretty sure the other cops
don't know about it.

They think it's about blackmail.

There's a cop at the hospital
waiting to take him into custody

the minute he's discharged.

No, they're gonna do something to him.
I know it.

Don't worry, we're gonna do everything
we can to keep your brother safe.

Accelerant.

Abel doesn't smell like cleaning supplies,
it's accelerant.

Oh, no. I overheard him say
he's got a plan to keep all this quiet.

He's gonna burn your place down...

and everybody in it.

Good Lord.

Roxie, where did you hide
your brother's phone?

In the lighthouse.

You went up there?
The whole thing's unstable.

All right, I got a plan.

But if it's gonna work,
we gotta get to that lighthouse.

We got any chance
of getting out of here alive,

we gotta get that winning lottery ticket
before Abel does.

Don't worry.

All right, you guys let me know
when you're ready.

Ooh.

I love nautical line.
It has the best tensile strength.

Parker, just say ready when you're ready!

Hmm.

Ah.

You sure you're up for this?

I'm sure.

I can be spry when I need to be.

Eliot, ready at your signal.

All right. Three...

two...

Oh, come on.

Is this the storm?

No. Backup generator's off-line, too.

This is him.
The one who's been messing with us.

The power must've been cut
from the electrical room.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Griffin, meet me outside
the electrical room.

Daniels, check the guests.

Freeze! Where's everyone else?

Uh, they're gone.

Don't you move.

Stay right there.

That old man in a storm like this?

You're right. They're gone.

Let's go.

Ah, the lap dogs.

Always trusting
the guy running things, hmm?

Shut up. He's not running things.

He's not?

He's running you.

Which one of you guys
have actually seen the evidence

that Omar Solina supposedly has, hmm?

You? You?

Walk.

Sophie, I think they're
getting ready to discharge Solina now.

I promised Roxie
we wouldn't let anything happen to him.

If he gets taken into custody...

I know, somewhere between here
and the station, he becomes violent,

and the officer has no choice
but to defend himself.

I'm not sure what
I'm supposed to do about that.

There's not a lot here
a lawyer could work with.

Well, then you look around
and you find something you can work with.

BP's low. Let's give two liters
of fluids and CBC,

and run a full blood panel.

Why, this man's eyes aren't even!

Somebody give this man a CT scan
and a full set of labs, STAT!

Ah, discharge time, Mr. Solina.

Okay, let's take a look.

Oh, you still need one more test.
I'll just run him down to Radiology.

No, I already got--

Do you wanna be responsible for this man
having a subdermal hematoma?

Do have any idea how difficult it is
to get those stains out of clothing?

- No.
- No. No.

Don't worry, Mr. Solina, I'm not
really a doctor. I'm actually a lawyer.

My name is Harry Wilson.
I'm here to help.

I'm just gonna keep you covered.

Hey. Is my patient ready to go?

He is, you're all set.

- Hey. Hey. He doesn't need any more scans.
- Whoa, whoa, watch the jacket.

He's coming with me.

Sophie, I got Solina. He's safe.

Good work, Dr. Wilson.

Well, I just used whatever was at hand.

Look who I got.

Sit down.

Hi, hun.

- Hi.
- How was your day?

Oh, just your average day at the office.

I did, however, get stuck in a meeting
with a bunch of idiots

that have no idea
why they're searching a hotel.

That's enough.

From both of you.

Let me ask you something, Abel.

You weren't gonna share
your winnings with the boys, huh?

What's this bullshit?

Oh, what, you think
Abel's gonna work this hard

on trying to find a blackmail video?

No, he's looking for
a winning lottery ticket.

$230 million that Omar Solina
hid in his phone case

somewhere in this hotel.

All he had to do was look up Solina,
find out he had a rap sheet,

and con you all
into helping him hit pay dirt.

Yeah, and then just leave you guys
all here to rot.

I thought all this
was about saving our asses.

You telling me we took over
this place for a lottery ticket?!

I was gonna tell you about the
whole damn thing once we got the ticket!

I just couldn't do it
without everybody else.

Of course I was gonna share the winnings.

Well, I don't understand. Then why are you
spraying accelerant all over the place?

Shut the hell up.

He's lying.

He's gonna get that ticket.

And he is gonna burn the place down
to cover his tracks,

probably with all of our bodies in it.

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Come on, Boggs.

Okay, little ticket...

Yes!

Mwah!

All right.

Oops.

Uh...

Uh-oh. That sucks. Okay. Mm.

The lantern just lit up.

Someone's in the lighthouse.

This was all a distraction.

Get out there! They've got the phone!

Get it and whoever's out there.

And then we split the money evenly.

Hmm. See.

Me and my guys, we're a team.

And pretty soon,
we're gonna have all your friends

and my winning ticket,
right here with us.

Yours.

Not everybody's.

Oh. Crazy weather we're having here, huh?
It's a--

So not only is he running you,
he's running into a buzzsaw.

Why didn't you tell me
about the ticket, Abel?

I'm your partner.

Because you're weak.

Questioning everything.

"Do we really need to beat the guy?

Do we really need to plant evidence?"

Yes. We did.

To get the job done.

And I knew the second I heard
Solina running his mouth off

about hitting it big
what I had to do.

And now you're letting
this guy in your head.

Thinking what we did
to Solina was wrong,

what we're doing here is wrong.

I decide what's right and wrong!

A druggie like Solina
wins 230 million and the good life?

That's wrong.

When we'd have to sweep up after him,
like every other rich stiff.

No way I'm letting that happen.

Hmm. You had enough?

It's about as good a confession
as I've ever heard...

being a U.S. Marshal.

We'll go with the barking dog.

I'll get the ball, but we need confessions
from Abel and Boggs.

Yeah, I'll get 'em.

But I'll need somebody there
that can hear it

that can actually make it stick.

Maria, you're gonna have
to get yourself caught.

Uh, I hope you appreciate my restraint
in not kicking their asses.

Cops with zip ties, you'll want this.

Mm.

I never wanted this.

I'm just trying to save my career.

I know.

I know things, too.

Like how my smart gun
needs my fingerprint to fire.

Thanks.

Damn it!

Why do you even care?

Why are you protecting these people?

Because you were supposed to.

Yes, ma'am, copy that.

Hey. So, Eliot tells me that maybe you...

thought I didn't like you.

Parker, no, I-I'm not sure that--

Shh. It's okay.

You were right.

You were right. You aren't anymore.

Don't.

The marshals are right on their way.
We'll take it from here.

I just spoke to the hospital.
Omar is safe.

Your friend saved his life.

That is good news.

Give him our best.

Ooh. And...
why don't you give him this?

- Just...
Parker.

- It's a lot of money. It's a lot.
- Parker.

Thank you.

All of you.

Yeah. Good luck.

I could keep it for safekeeping for you,
if you--

Parker.
- Okay.

Hate to be the person
that has to clean all this up, huh?

Talk about weathering a storm.

Eliot, if you needed me
to make this arrest

and testify to put these guys away--

No, that's not...

Probably wouldn't mention my name,
or Parker's for that matter,

on the official report.

Who do you work for, Eliot?

You know what? I don't care.

You stayed and fought for them.

And kept fighting,
no matter how tough it got.

And that makes you good,
no matter how bad you think you are.

And that's good enough for me.

You stole a doctor's coat?

- Yeah.
- Well, I forgot to take it off.

Not exactly the same thing.

And he saved a man's life.

I still can't believe we placed
our lives in the hands of a lawyer

and a marshal on the same job,
and we're all still here.

Yeah, well, that was Maria.

Abel and his fellow cop buddies
are being indicted.

Boggs has taken a plea deal,
so he'll testify against them,

even your little friend at the hospital.

Hey, another W for Dr. Wilson.

- Oh, refill, Dr. Wilson.
Indeed.

How do you know all that
medical jargon anyway?

TV.

Fine.

Miss Law and Order did all right.

But she still bothers you.

Not her.

It's just with Maria in the picture,

I'm worried you're gonna
wanna leave all this behind.

And, uh...

I can't do this without you.

Well, that's never gonna happen, Parker.

The arm around me was a nice touch.

- Yeah, no, not what I'm doing.
- It was nice.

- Oh.
- I need some help to the bar.

- I got you. I got you.
- Thank you. All right.

- Oh, sorry. I'm trying to help you.

Just let me.