All language subtitles for In Plain Sight s05e01 The Anti Social Network.eng

[Metal door creaking]

[Door slams]

Pledges, tonight
you take your first steps

towards a proud
and centuries-old legacy.

You have passed
the rigorous tests of worthiness

to a Calling--
a Brotherhood.

But now these tests and games
give way to declaration.

Two Presidents, seven current
and former Senators,

one Secretary of State,
and one Supreme Court justice

have all stood where you stand.

To the next generation
of Winston Regents.

Prepare to be tapped, gentlemen.

Hack room. Now.

What are we doing here?
I want my pin.

I'm not gonna code right now.

I ran your numbers.

You're webmaster, that's your job.

And your job
was to help me run our site,

not skim the profits.

Henry, come on, man.

I have proof.
You faked your data.

And you found a pattern?

Dude, you train-wrecked...
Big.

Mr. Gunter, Mr. Cook,
follow me, gentlemen.

Welcome to the Regents,
Mr. Gunter.

Now, if you would, Mr. Cook
and I need a moment alone.

Henry, Regents are men of loyalty.

Look,
whatever Ivan told you is--

Mr. Gunter didn't tell me
a thing.

Loyalty means something
to Mr. Gunter,

but you, Mr. Cook?

You... skimming.

You honestly thought
we wouldn't find out?

[Yells]

[Screams]

[Thud] [Girl screaming]

Help!
It's Henry!

Help! Help! Somebody help me,
Henry fell off the roof!

Call 911!
Somebody call 911!

I'm worried about Ivan,
of course I am, he's my son.

But leaving now is impossible.

Professor Gunter, you need to realize

staying at Winston
could cost you yours.

I understand the risk,

but I am days away from getting
approval on my NIH grant.

If we could just delay--

We strongly advise against any delay.

Professor, we appreciate
how vital your research is,

we do, but your son
has agreed to testify,

not only to the homicide charges,

but also to the online gambling
site being run by the Regents.

What Chief McQueen
is trying to impress upon you

is that, unfair and inconvenient
as it may be,

you're a target.

Mom, come on.
These people,

they're dangerous and connected.

Ivan, I love you more than anything,
you know that.

I can't leave yet.

You know I can't.

[Men chanting]

There's a phenomenon
some people experience,

those who've lost an arm or a leg,

called "phantom limb."

They feel pain, heat, cold,

even movement, despite the fact

that, strictly and
scientifically speaking,

there is no "there" there.

It's as if the body can't accept
that something so essential

so natural a part has moved on...

The memory of what had always
been there so strong

that even in its clear
and sudden absence,

the connection cannot be denied.

Mom? Mark?
Who took this safety latch off?

All the cabinets in the kitchen

have a safety latch on them.

How was I supposed to
get to the baby food?

Honey, Norah can't even walk yet.

[Baby babbling] Not on those

chubby widdle weggies, no you can't.

No, she can't, not yet,
but when she can,

we'll be ready,
and we've talked about this.

Ix-nay on the baby-talk, okay?
Let's aim high.

Teah, pig-Latin high.

Here's the schedule, okay?
Listen up.

10:15,
spinach and peaches.

Well, maybe not the peaches--
I may have eaten the peaches--

- but definitely the spinach.
- Mm-hmm.

11:10's nap time.
Left side, no pillows.

12:30's wakeup.
You have the monitor.

If you hear even the slightest
peep, just go in.

Honey, I know you're nervous,
but we're gonna be fine.

Mark's apartment
is just down the street.

And I'm working close by,
so I'm just ten minutes away.

Norah's fine.
See how happy she is?

Oh, aren't you happy with gwamma?

- Ugh, please.
- Are you?

Please just
pronounce the "r."

All right, I'm gonna check in.
A lot.

A lot a lot, and I don't care
if Miami falls off the map,

no two-hour Skype sessions
with Brandi, okay?

- Just focus.
- Don't worry.

Day-trading with Scott
has Brandi so busy

she can't even return a phone call.

Unreal.
Runaway bride steals my car

and lands on her feet
with nothing but blonde hair,

- big boobs...
- Mary.

And a half-brother
who I'm pretty sure

still owes her
that 10 grand he "borrowed."

She's doing great.

You should be proud of her,
of both of them.

I'd be bursting with pride
if I weren't

bracing myself with skepticism.

Love you, bug.
[Baby babbling]

Say bye-bye to mommy!
Can you say, "Bye-bye, mommy?"

No, 'cause she can't speak!

[Laughs]
Bye-bye, mommy.

Sync & Correctetions by Alice
www.addic7ed.com

[Car horn honking]

- Ah. Whoo!
- Mary!

I know, I know,
it's a mini-van,

but it's got like, a thousand airbags

and twice as many cup holders.

Anyway, I'm just test driving it
for a few days.

Well, it's not the car.
It's, uh... you're early.

Yeah, I'm a day early.
So what?

I thought I'd come in, get organized,

see what cases are up, you know.

God, it's good to be back.

I'm finally starting
to feel like myself again.

- [Sighs]
- What?

Uh, you got a little something.

Eh.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

[Laughing] Mary!

You weren't supposed to
be back till tomorrow.

I was gonna clear these out and
make some "welcome back" scones!

Why's your crap on my desk?
Why's her crap on my desk?

Mary, there was a leak,
some water damage in the back,

- so she set up shop temporarily.
- Temporarily.

Oh, I see.

- [Sighs]
- So...we're good?

Temporarily.

Yes, it was totally temporary.

No, I mean we're temporarily good.

Oh.

Okay, good.

Never again.

Hey, listen, after
you meet with your witness,

I was thinking we'd run
a "duck and hide" on lancer.

Aw,
you two desk-mates develop

your own secret little
code-language?

[Chuckles] So sweet.

Excuse me while I puke on this puke.

We're talking about Stan.

What about him?

Whoa, whoa, back up.
Is there Stan gossip?

I'm on the sidelines six months
and you withhold?

You know I live for Stan gossip.

All right, hit me.

Stanley McQueen has taken a lover.

No!
Oh, my God, this is huge!

And ew!

Is she cute? Is she fat?
Tell me she's fat.

Hold on, is it someone we know?

Brief me,
down to the last dirty--

Mary?

Oh, hey, Stan.
We were just--

Catching Mary up
on some office business.

[Laughing] Yeah, you were.

Yeah, well, it's gonna have to wait.

Tippy's on his way in with Ivan.

Mary, got a minute?
Something I want to show you.

Hmm.

Well? So?

Come on, what do you think?

Of the janitor's closet?

No, Mary, this is for you.
It's your station.

For, you know, induced lactation.

Oh, man.

Um, wow.
Okay, well, first of all,

I'm not breast-feeding any more,
but, more to the point,

do you have any idea
how gross that phrase is,

"induced lactation"?

Especially coming out of that mouth.

There he is.

Oh, hey, Tippy.
Long time no see.

New girl in town, huh?

Well, I better get in there.
Oh, and hey,

about that whole "I shot a guy
on my last day at work"

"so I need counseling" thing?

We both know I'm good to go,

so let's just skip the formalities

with the "Fink the shrink," huh?

Mary?

Not so fast.

My extensive
post-graduate work

and years of field experience tell me

that you're less than happy
to be here.

Also the look on your face.

So now what?

Is now when I open up
about Rachel from summer camp

and the night they let us
lock up the crafts cabin

all by ourselves?

I'm open to discussing

latent sexual questions
if you're confused.

I'll bet you are, you little vixen.

Or we can get on with
why you're really here.

I shot a suspect,
then went into labor. Next?

[Moaning and groaning]

Oh! Oh, my God!
It's not okay!

I found a suitcase
with the baby stuff.

- Thanks, Marshall.
- Oh, God, this sucks!

Angel, it'll be better
if we just--

Oh, my God, you did this
twice? No wonder you drank.

So we've got quite a menu board here.

The shooting of a suspect,

your decision to change
your mind about the adoption

and raise your child
as a single mother.

Look, I'm fine, Shelly.

So there's nothing we need to discuss.

Motherhood can be quite a transition,

especially for someone
used to being so...

you.

[Baby crying] Okay.

[Baby crying]

It's okay.
[Muttering]

Please.

Please, please, please.
[Baby crying]

This is all about
expressing my feelings, right?

Okay.
I feel strongly--

very strongly--about
getting my weapon back now.

And yet Stan tells me

you're the one
who brought up counseling.

Yeah, when I made it clear
I didn't need it.

Shelly, come on. Look,
I got to get back to work, now,

and seriously, that's not just
my chapped nipples talkin'.

[Laughs] See you tomorrow, Mary.

As for today, nice work...
ish.

[Laughing] If it was your mother,

you wouldn't be calling it hysterical.

You'd be doing what I'm doing.

Marshall!
Marshall, I'm telling you,

you have to go get my mom, now!

Hold on, Ivan.
Have a seat.

What makes you think
your mother's in trouble?

Her NIH grant money
didn't come through.

That's not the whole--

Her funding was through the NIH.

Do you know which senator
controls the NIH?

Uh, Health and Human Services
Subcommittee-- that's Raleigh.

Senator Raleigh was a Regent.
Class of '75.

Same class as Brockton's father.

I'm--I'm telling you,
they made this happen.

Ivan, I just think
you're mythologizing

the reach of these people a bit.

No, I know exactly what
those monsters are capable of.

I watched one of them
push my friend off a roof

like it was nothing--
like he was nothing.

Brockton is a wealthy, entitled psycho

who can't find me,
so he's going after my mom.

We already talked to her, Ivan.

We can't just keep going back

until we convince her
to come into WITSEC.

Fine.

Then I will.

Ivan. Ivan!

[Sighs]

One little college lab
sees its funding go poof,

and suddenly
I'm some Heart of Darkness

puppet-master?
Please.

Well, you did something
to keep your son in school

instead of a cell block in
Sing Sing and jumpsuit-orange.

Wait, so you're saying
my father paid off a judge

to grant me makeable bail?

Do you want to go on record with that?

Of course not, that'd be slander.

Indeed it would be.

Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure,

but I'm afraid
our little chitchat'll have to

come to an end here, unless one of you

has a warrant tucked in your $10 suit?

Hmm?

Thought so.

Wow.

- It's a nice suit.
- Cocky SOB.

Kid doesn't just think he's
above the law, he's sure of it.

Can't imagine where he got that idea.

Brockton Sr.
Founded Brockton Systems.

They're like Google, but, you know,

if Google's motto
was "Be evil."

See, 'cause Google's motto is
"Don't be evil."

Hey, I read the business section

enough to know a bribe wouldn't be

a drop in the bucket to his old man.

A bribe might not even be necessary.

He could've just called in a favor.

- The Regents have pull in spades.
- Bottom line,

Professor Gunter's
safer with us than at Winston,

especially with the Brockton kid

and his dad's money lurking around.

[Dramatic music]

Professor Gunter?

[Indistinct outcry]

Oh, my God.

Thank God you're here.

I need to see my son.

[Over intercom] Stan's taking

Professor Gunter back to the office.

I'm gonna go grab Ivan at his place.

Delia's meeting me.
We'll break the news,

the family reunion'll be complete.

You want one more?
[Baby whines]

I think Delia and I can handle it.

Wait till you're cleared
and I'll--

I was talking to Norah, dummy.

Thanks for bringing me down
with the Finkel reminder.

It's therapy, it's harmless.
You lie down, talk--

"Lie down"?
Easy, Penthouse Forum.

[Whispering] It's okay.

You did go "Johnny Cash" on a man

the same day you went into labor.

Are you seriously siding with her?

- She dumped you.
- She didn't dump--

We never--
we had coffee.

Yeah, that's what makes it so sad.

Hey, listen, I gotta go.

Here.
So I get to take Norah with me

- to the studio today?
- Yeah, but just make sure

she's fully strapped into
her car seat,

and that her head's
not falling forward.

Call me. Hey?
Keep me, you know--

In the loop.

That idea, not those words.

Aw. You texted me
33 times yesterday.

That's not a loop.
It's a noose.

Now that mommy's gone,
we're gonna have so much fun.

[Laughs]

Can I just say how amazing it is

having Mary back on the job?

And you're hoping
I'll repeat that to her.

I really miss having her around.

It's cool, I'll tell her.
You can stop now.

Of course, sure thing.
Not a problem.

You don't need to acquiesce
in triplicate.

You're right. Absolutely.
Got it.

- Thank God you're here.
- What happened?

They found me.

I think we got a bead on this.

The programming I've been doing,

for my new job.
You got him a job

- as a programmer?
- Supermarket chain.

Nice work, Zuckerberg.

The head of
the I.T. Department

said I could work from home.

Now coding's a small part of the job,

but all programming has a signature.

An identifiable pattern
the coder leaves behind.

You think they tracked you
via this coding signature?

It's possible.

The Regents could sift data,
find Ivan's programming,

and track it to his IP address.

That would require a mastodonic degree

of data-sifting
capability.

Yeah, mastodonic.
Huge sifters.

Or several smaller sifters.

- No.
- Okay.

There are only a handful of servers

in the country with that capability.

One of them is at Brockton Systems.

The company
owned by the killer's father.

Not the worst theory I've ever heard.

Maybe not the best, either.

Just because it's possible
doesn't mean it's plausible.

Look, it's just my first day back,

but I get the feeling
you two are hiding something.

Inspector,
are you accusing my witnesses

of obstructing justice?

If they wanted Ivan
out of the way as a witness,

they would've just killed him--
and his mom, but they didn't.

They were searching for
something, not someone,

because they found the someone,
and you're still upright.

She's right, we are hiding something.

Yes! I knew it!

See, who the hell needs a gun?
Gun, schmun.

It started last year.

Gambling online, on the Regent's site.

As a release.
It was fun, that's all.

Until it wasn't.

After a few months,
it became a real problem.

[Scoffs] Yeah, if you call

being in debt to them 180 grand
"a problem."

I ran through my retirement
and all of my savings, yes.

Phew.

I went to the Regents,
and I asked to work it off,

webmastering, beefing up the firewall,

stuff like that.

They said yes, and I started coding.

You programmed an illegal site

to pay off your mom's gambling debts?

You couldn't just be,
I don't know, a tour guide?

When I started coding for them,

I couldn't believe any of it.
All the former Regents--

W-w-wait. Time out.

Former Regents
involved in illegal gambling?

Dozens of them, and at high stakes.

Uh, businessmen, politicians,
names you'd read

on--on the cover of Forbes
or The Economist--

on the covers.

When I saw Brockton
push Henry off the roof,

I knew we needed protection.

So I downloaded a list.

Regents, uh, their bets, wins, losses,

money-transfers,
everything.

He, uh, he told Brockton Jr.
that he had evidence--

that he would give the list to the FBI

if anything happened to me.

That's why you felt safe
staying behind at Winston.

Yeah.

No.

No, I--

I stayed behind because my research...

is the most important thing
in my life.

It's more important
than anything else,

and I can't believe
that I would say that out loud.

I can't believe that
anyone could say that out loud,

but...

[Sobbing] I've ruined my research.

And I've ruined my life.

And not just mine.

I'm so sorry.
Well, you should be.

This, uh, this alleged evidence,

where is it now?

Uh, it's on a thumb drive.
I hid it near my apartment.

You're right, that's
what they were looking for.

Hmm?

Delia's moving Lynn
into the Albuquerque Hotel

as we speak.
She and Ivan will stay there

- till they're relocated.
- Great.

Then I'll check out
if little man Tate was right.

No, I got
the data-sifting angle.

If Brockton Systems is using
its server to track Ivan down,

we'll know by the end of the day.

Meantime, Marshall,
take Ivan back to his apartment,

secure the thumb drive
with the list of names,

- get it back here ASAP.
- Already on it.

I've arranged for ABQ PD to assist.

[Scoffs] You've "arranged,"
like it's official.

You called up Nancy Drew on
her new Hello Kitty cell phone.

Note that I have not yet said,
"Great to have you back."

Note that you let Delia steal my desk.

It was temporary!

Hey, whoa, whoa, Stan, not so fast.

What's my assignment?

So...

Needle, thread. Cushiony thing
you stick pins in.

We're not doing
word-association.

I asked you about Norah's father.

Okay, here we go.

- Okay.
- All righty.

Uh, wipes, please.

What am I, your scrub-nurse?
They're right there, Hawkeye.

Okay.
[Clears throat]

- Good girl.
- Like that?

- That's right.
- All righty.

No, no, no! No one
uses talcum powder any more.

You'll give her diaper lung.

No such thing
as "diaper lung."

[Baby sneezes]

[Sighs]

That's great, you broke the baby.

The pregnancy was unplanned?

Uh, yes, not that
it's any of your business.

Sorry, what does my family planning

have to do with the shooting?

I don't know, but 39-year-olds
don't tend to have accidents

with birth control.

Yeah they do, all the time.

You want my theory?

Guess.

Your sister
was getting her act together--

"Was" being the operative word.

- Your mother was sober.
- Still is.

You needed someone new to protect,

so you got yourself knocked up.

[Laughs]

Be careful, she's slipping.

Seriously, she'll sink.
Mary that's impossible,

there's only an inch of water.

Okay, but I think,
you know--

Good. Seriously, she's good.
No more baths.

I'll just use wipes.
It's okay.

For the rest of her life?

Yeah, for the rest of her life.

Come on, love.
It's okay. It's okay.

So?
My theory, what do you think?

[Cell phone chimes]

[Sighs]

Ah.
I think the hour's up.

I knew if they found me,

they'd turn my place
upside-down, so--

Hiding a flash-drive
under a rock.

There's a harmonious incongruity
to your use of tools,

if not the keenest sense of security.

It's still here, isn't it?

Ivan, we're gonna get you
resituated at a secure hotel.

Want to go pack a bag?

- How'd we do?
- Broad daylight.

No one saw or heard a thing.
Whoever broke in was a pro.

Best money can buy.

Hey, what do you say
we pick up Oscar from the vet

- afterwards?
- Yeah, he's done five hours,

hard time.

- You follow me okay?
- Okay.

It's so not the same.

Who's saying it is?
I'm just saying

we were up all night with Oscar,
the stomach thing.

I swear to God, there should be

a special prison--
a wing at Gitmo--

for people who compare owning
an animal to having a baby.

Would you call it your pet peeve?

Ooh, fun, word-play!

Look, dogs are lazy,
Marshall, they're laconic.

Babies are terrorists.
They're relentless.

They never let you rest.

They're like little, fat alarm clocks.

Right, so if you'd let me and Ab

- babysit once in awhile--
- [Laughing] Yeah.

Leave Norah with you two.

She couldn't be in better hands.

Ab's a Detective
who effectively raised

three younger siblings,

and I'm a marshal
from a family--

Marshall? Marshall!

This is Detective Chaffee,
intersection of lead and coal.

I need an ambulance.

Albuquerque PD!

[Automatic gunfire]

[Police radio chatter]

Marshall!

Marshall!

- Are you all right?
- Thumb drive!

Check for the thumb drive!

It's gone.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So he's okay, huh?
- Yes.

Docs gave him an MRI.
We got lucky, no concussion.

Just a nasty flesh wound, Wow.

He's fine,
enough to send me out for Oscar.

- God, and you're all right?
- Yeah.

Two guys shoot up your car,
an hour later

you're running out for the dog.

Marshall wanted to see him,

so I used my badge to get him in.

- Oh.
- [Laughs] Aren't they the best?

Oh, yeah. They're--
they're the best, for sure.

Okay. Okay, that's all right.
Oscar, sit!

- Okay.
- Sit. Sorry, Mary.

- That's quite all right.
- Sit.

- That's--they're really great.
- Hey!

Oh, look at you.

What are you thinking?

Oscar, you freak.
[Cell phone chimes]

You feeling better?

Stan and Tippy are
waiting for us at the office.

- Give me a ride?
- Yeah, let me just

- bring the car around.
- Oh, I--

Oh, no, yeah.
It's-- makes sense.

See you back there.

Actually, I'm gonna head home.
I've got to relieve Jinx.

Mary, get some rest. I know
how exhausted you must be.

We were up all night
with Oscar--

Yeah, well,
we should really--

Yeah, you really should.

Well, I gotta get one of you
back to the office,

the other one a mix
of dry food and white rice.

I'll call you later and fill you in,

see if the APB turns up anything.

Oh, and hey, if I see your friends

with the flag, the fife,
and the old-fashioned drum,

I'll send 'em your way.

- Good one.
- It's 'cause of the--

- Got it.
- Okay.

We crapped out
on the Brockton Systems warrant.

No evidence they used their servers

to sift for Ivan's IP address.

Doesn't mean they're innocent.
Just means we can't prove it.

Well, what we do know for certain

is that someone was willing
to kill a U.S. marshal

and an ABQ cop to get
their hands on Ivan's list.

How you doing?
You all right?

Slight ringing in my ear
that I'll be happy to overlook

just as soon as we catch these guys.

Now, you saw Ivan's list, correct?

His evidence against the Regents?

You think the kid's making it up?

I'm not saying that.
I'm just saying

without the physical drive itself

and without any computer forensics,

all this talk
of prominent former Regents

involved in a gambling site
is inadmissible.

Meaning--

Meaning
whoever T-boned my inspector

off the road to steal that drive

knew exactly what they were doing.

Here we go.

Here we go.
Let me give you--

[baby babbling] Hi.

- Hi.
- There you go.

That's a good girl.

Oh, Mom, tell me
I did not just see that.

What? It's French fries.
She loves French fries.

She can't eat people food.

Why not?
She's a people.

And besides,
you eat her food all the time.

Please.
Fine, maybe the peaches.

- The occasional apricot--
- And the pears

- and the plums.
- The point is--

Is that her monitor?
What's it doing out here?

The batteries died.
You leave it on too much.

Mom, then how did you
watch her during her nap?

With this new thing
they've come up with-- my eyes.

- Oh, my God.
- You don't need all this

high-tech equipment, Mary.
Low-tech works just fine.

Come here.
Oh, right,

if low-tech worked just fine,
why'd they invent high-tech?

Low-tech is how
I raised you and your sister.

And case closed.

Okay.

I know I wasn't a perfect mother.

But I have been helping you with Norah

- since the day she was born.
- Yes.

- Do you want to know why?
- 'Cause you're her grandmother.

Because it's a living amends, Mary,

a do-over, a chance
to do things right,

to make it up to you,
to make it up to the Universe--

Well, let's not
personify the Universe.

Honey, I know--I know
you want to protect Norah

as much as you possibly can.
So do I, that's why I'm here.

But you can't protect her
from everything, kiddo.

[Chuckles] I'm just saying.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Low tech.

Hey, I got here
as fast as I could. What's up?

[Soft rock music]

You got a Lilith Fair-based
emergency?

[Whispering] I know
how the Regents found Ivan.

You think they bugged your house?

I thought I was the conspiracy nut.

Is that Tippy and Brockton, Sr.?

Tippy was a Regent at Harvard.
Brockton's father pinned him.

He was a senior
when Tippy was a freshman.

The Regents didn't use
computers to find Ivan.

They went low tech.
They used Tippy.

Jesus, we've worked
eight cases with the guy.

We had drinks.

Tippy's our breach?

And he almost got you killed.

Hope he sprung for the drinks.

You sure you weren't followed?

You took a secure route
from the office?

Of course--
or I would've,

but I didn't come from the office,

I came from a...
personal event.

"Personal event"?
What personal event?

It's personal--
a personal event.

Hence my phraseology.

Ohh, you mean like--

So Mary's upstairs
briefing Ivan and his mom.

Figure you keep Tippy busy
and in the dark for an hour?

Happy to.
I had a little talk

with the U.S. attorney
last night,

and gave her enough
to run his phone records.

Don't tell me he's been making
calls to his old Regent buddy,

Brockton Sr.?

Talking ever since
Tippy started on Ivan's case.

We trusted him.

That was the whole point.

We suspect the Regents pulled strings

to get him assigned to your case.

You believe me now,
how connected they are?

We do.

And while it's unorthodox,

we need your help to bait him out.

What?

Tippy Boswell's
not a hardened criminal.

He's an AUSA gone bad,

so the threat level is manageable,

and the Department of Justice
is comfortable with it.

Hell, they're eager.
The question is, are you?

- Totally. I'm in.
- Good.

Wait a second.
"Threat level"?

He's 18 years old.
Is this dangerous?

It's a controlled location.
It's secure.

Of course,
we'll take every precaution.

But I'm not gonna lie to you.
There's always a risk.

- Then I will do it.
- Wha--?

Ivan! It's time
that I cleaned up my own mess.

[Scoffs]

What do I need to do?

We've got nothing
on the attack on Marshall.

No ID on the assailant,
phony plates, no decent leads...

So linking it back to Brockton
and the-- and the Regents,

that's-- that's pretty much
a dead end?

Looks that way.

[Grumbles] [Sighs]

Could be it wasn't them at all.

Could be it was a random attack,
entirely unrelated.

There was other evidence in that box.

I hadn't considered that.

It's worth pursuing.
What do you think?

Absolutely.

[Cell phone ringing]

[Cell phone beep]

Oh, I gotta take this.

Um, I'm with someone right now.

Take your call.
Go ahead, it's okay.

I'm gonna get on that.

I'm here.
You were saying?

[On phone] The list
that was on the thumb drive

that was stolen?

I have another copy.

Does Ivan know about it?

No. Uh, I made a backup,
just in case,

but I think it's best
if I turn it over to you.

Uh, so have you told anyone else?

Your WITSEC inspectors?

Who, Mary?
With her big mouth?

Verisimilitude.

Or Marshall,
he would just bore me to death

trying to talk shop
on data-mining.

That thing you said.

[On phone]
Well, you've--you've--

you've done the right thing
by calling me, Lynn.

I will be at your hotel in 45 minutes.

Meet me in the lobby
by the gift shop, all right?

Okay.

I'll see you then.

Lynn.

You sure no one followed you?
No inspectors?

No. Uh,
I told them I had to

run down to the gift shop
for some toothpaste.

Good.

Given the reach of these people,
we don't know who we can trust.

- You have the backup drive?
- Mm-hmm.

[Sighs]

Once a Regent,
always a Regent, right Tippy?

Hands on your head.
Keep 'em there.

Hands where we can see 'em.

All clear.

We built this fortress, right?

WITSEC.
Impenetrable, safe.

You think you can Trojan horse
your way inside these walls,

you snaky son of a bitch?

I'm not saying a word until
I have an attorney present.

You think you're what,
masters of the Universe?

Pulling every last string
and the levers of the law?

Hmm? Maybe.

But if you think you can come
after my people, my friends,

pal, you have no idea.

You have royally screwed
yourself... inside-out,

upside-down, backwards,
sideways,

ways you can't even comprehend.

No attorney in the world's

gettin' you outta this jam, Tippy.

Regent or not.

Get him out of my face.

[Sighs] Peaches,
apricots, plums, and pears.

Who says I steal food from babies?

Norah's asleep,
and I got new batteries

for the monitor so I could hear her.

Mom, don't be--
Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you,

and I know I'm lucky to have you here.

- Mary, uh--
- And you were right

and I was wrong, so please
just accept this apology,

'cause it's the only one
you're gonna get.

Mom?

[Sighs]

Mom, what?

Brandi.

You know how she wasn't
returning my phone calls,

and I thought she was busy with Scott?

He called me.

- She's been drinking... a lot.
- Oh. Okay.

I--
maybe the wedding, or--

Well, we all needed
a few shots after that one.

No, this is serious.
He's really worried.

Apparently she went on a bender
last week-- all week.

- I'm--
- [Sighs] Oh, mom.

I'm leaving in the morning.

- What?
- [Sighs]

Mom, are you serious?

I mean, Brandi does what Brandi does

and you just--
you just go running?

I'm sorry, sweetie,
but my baby needs me.

My baby needs you!

She has her mother, Mary.
She has you.

Yeah, okay, I mean--
look, what--what--

what am I supposed to do about work?

Mary. When I hit bottom,

after my last vodka tonic,

you said something to me
I will never forget.

"Lesser people than you

have done more difficult things
than this."

I didn't mean that.

[Sighs]

I know you can do this.

- God.
- Mary, I'm so sorry.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'm sorry.

- Ugh. [Sighs]
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Never seen a guy fold this fast,

like a goddamn lawn chair.

Ratted out Brockton Sr.
and all the other Regents

that helped his kid out.

So much for brotherhood.

Hey, look at this.

I'll admit, after Tippy,
your conspiracy theories

have gained some traction around here.

- That one was all Mary.
- Don't make nice.

[Cell phone ringing]
We're not finished

with the desk thing.

It was temporary.

Inspector McQueen.

Oh, hey.

Yeah.
[Laughing] Okay, one sec.

I'm gonna grab this.

Carry on.

[Humming]

Did you see that?

That was the--you know,
that's the "personal event."

Yeah, and he was humming.
Humming.

Exactly. Sure,
Stan's a positive guy, chipper.

I mean, hell, he's a jolly
white George Jefferson,

but he is not a hummer.

That came out wrong.

- What's going on?
- Stan's on the phone

with his "personal event."

Ooh, I'll go eavesdrop!
[Giggles]

Inspector Shannon?

Yeah?

They-- they said
something about

me and Ivan being relocated
separately to different cities?

Uh... That's right.

But... why?
Isn't there anything you can do?

He needs me.

I don't think so.

Forgive me,
but I think--

I think this is about you needing him.

Lynn, he's a grown-up.
He's told us

this is what he wants.
Some space.

He said that?

Yes.

Maybe it's not forever.

It's possible we can revisit
with DOJ down the line.

Look, I'm sorry,
I get that he's your child

and that you love him,

but I mean, that's kind of
the point, right?

Of being a parent?

Things are hard, but...

Things you'd never do otherwise...

You do 'em anyway.

Mom?

I'm ready to talk about the shooting.

It was horrible.

He deserved it, and I'd do it again.

But it hurt you to hurt him.

[Sighs]

I didn't hurt him.
I killed him.

[Gunshots]

I had to...

To protect Stan, to protect Marshall.

'Cause that's what I do.
I protect people.

Which is why you didn't
make an adoption plan for Norah.

[Baby coos]

She was so tiny, so fragile.

But most of all, she was mine.

I just felt like--
feel like...

I just realized, no one
could protect her like I would,

like I can.

Good.

Okay, I think we're good.

Go get your weapon.

Really?

[Scoffs] It's that easy?

Just vomit up
some dime-store schmaltz

and I get my gun back?

Nothing is easy with you, Mary.

Welcome back.

Congratulations, by the way, on Norah.

Thanks.

Yeah, she's pretty cool.

I can pre-board planes now,
so--

[Baby laughing]
Hey you. Hi.

Let's see what you got.
[Baby laughing]

That's okay.

I know, I know.

[Soft music]

Children are our phantom limbs.

Even when they leave,
they're never really gone.

They come back
from time to time for laundry

or a shoulder
or a fist full of cash...

To dance with you
at the wedding of a friend.

And those sleep-deprived
whirling dervish early days

that you swear will never end...

Somehow they do.

Then you blink, look up,

and you find a boyfriend with a beard

and a U-Haul on the lawn.

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