All language subtitles for In Plain Sight s05e06 The Medal of Mary

Previously on
In Plain Sight...

- What are these?
- Letters I've received

from Daddy over the last
20 years or so.

James Wiley Shannon.

Husband of Jinx,
father of Mary and Brandi.

Spend 30 years on the FBI's
most-wanted list

for multiple
armed bank robberies.

[Sirens]

What the hell is this?

I have a warrant
to search the house.

I was just wondering when
I can expect a crew

at my house
to fix your mess.

When hell freezes over.

- Uh, this is Scott Griffin.
- Hi.

He's our brother.

You don't know
where our father is?

No, he just walked out
one day.

You never attempted to,
you know,

look for him?

The day I find him,
I'd cuff him at hello.

Guys like Dad don't change.

The picture you're gonna find
is of a guy

who held up banks,
ditched me and Mom

and a baby in a crib,

and then got a new family
and bailed on them too.

Mary. It's me.

Uhh! Oh!

James Wiley Shannon...
You're under arrest.

So that's him.

The man, the myth.

Yeah, I don't know
about that.

You kidding?
Guy's on two most-wanted lists:

FBI and the Marshal's.

Hey, look, Clemmy,
I gotta make a call.

You mind?

[Door shuts]

[Phone line ringing]

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I told you stay home.
I can handle this.

4:00 in the morning hair,
by the way,

What the hell happened?

What do you mean? I told you
what the hell happened.

- In the Cliff notes.
- Marshall.

Okay, opening up
is not your bailiwick,

but the guy comes in
from the cold

after three decades.

Forgive me for wanting
the unabridged version.

I only called
'cause I didn't want you

hearing about this mess
from anyone else.

I'm fine.

Mary...it's me.

Okay?

All right, look.

I talked to the special agent
in charge.

There's nothing else
for you to do here.

Let's go.
I'm gonna follow you home.

I don't need
a goddamn escort.

I'm gonna
follow you home.

Marshall.

- Mary.
- Marshall.

- Mary.
- Doing a Marshall-Mary thing?

- Did you get my messages?
- All five of them.

This close to pushing
"restraining order"

to the top of
my Amazon wish list.

We're just...
you okay?

- Fine.
- Mary, it's the day after

the night you arrested
your own father.

This is the part
when you talk.

What's the big deal?
He showed up on my doorstep.

I slapped on the cuffs,
read him Miranda,

and dropped him off
at the FBI.

Honestly, the image of you
and Pia doing the lambada

is way more upsetting.

It's Lia.
We don't do the lambada.

In any case.
[Cell phone ringing]

I have to take this.

Oh, shame.

[Cell phone continues to ring]

So...The return
of the mythical father.

That provokes a myriad
of unanswered questions.

Look, he made his choices,
I'm making mine.

And mine is to skip
any strolls down memory lane.

Maybe his new family feels
differently.

He was with them a hell
of a lot longer.

Speaking of mythical fathers,
why aren't you at the airport,

picking up yours?

Abigail's getting him.

We figured the enormity
of your father showing up

trumped any airport drive-by.

Your fiancee
and your father

are meeting for the first time,
Marshall.

You need to go deal
with your own daddy issues.

Chop-chop!

If there's one thing
we know about Abigail,

it's she's got a thing
for older guys.

Hey...You don't have
to talk to anyone.

But if you do,
you have to talk to me.

Deal?

Beat it.

Tell your dad
I say hi.

[Little girl's voice] Aw, Daddy,
what are we doing here?

Making a list.

Checking it twice,
you know?

Like Santa.

Right, 'cause
I believe in Santa.

Look, you want stuff
done right,

never trust your partner.

You do it yourself.

And always...

Keep a list.

I don't get it.

What's the point of
a partner

when you're just gonna
do it all yourself?

When did you stop
believing in Santa?

When did I start?

[Laughs]

Oh, man.
Okay.

So in runs Marshall.

Couldn't have been more
than four at the time.

Decked out in nothin'
but a holster and a cowboy hat.

[Laughs]

Talk about makin'
your grand entrance.

Oh, the return of
the prodigal son.

- Hey, Dad, how's it...
- Marshall!

Oh, hey.

Hey, uh...

Hey.
[Giggles]

Thought you had a situation.

- I do. I did.
- How's Mary?

She's fine.

Claims to be.
I'm all yours.

Ah, it's great to see you.

You're looking good, son.
[Cell phone rings]

Thanks, Dad.

You too.

Uh, sorry, let me just...

Hey.

Seriously?

Yeah, I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Sorry, something's
about to blow up.

Not literally, but...
You two just got here.

Go, we're getting
to know each other.

It's fine. Go.
The less you're around,

the more dirt I get on you.

Uh-oh, what does that mean?

Two words: Band camp.

- Oh, man.
- [Laughs]

You'll never live that down.

What the hell happened,
O'Connor?

Last time I checked,
you went after my sister

and I single-handedly bounced
your balls back to the academy.

Yeah, well, it turns out
F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong.

There are second acts
in American life.

[Laughs]
FBI in a nutshell.

Crooked cop
in pinstripes who,

once upon a time,
cracked a book.

Inspector Shannon,
if I were you,

I'd steer clear of any talk

about being bounced back
to the academy.

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

Sorry, traffic.

How far along did you get?

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

We're getting to it.

The bureau's fully aware
of the unreported contact

you've had with both
Lauren and Scott Griffin.

[Laughs]
Are you kidding me?

They sought me out, genius,

and only 'cause they didn't
know where he was either.

- I mean, what the hell?
- Bottom line, Inspector,

I'm here, I'm running this,

and you could use a friend.

So could I.

Ew. Stan, what's going on?

Agent O'Connor
needs your help.

You do?
You need my help.

To be honest, I don't know
what else I have for you, Ahab.

I hooked your
great white whale.

Practically threw him
in the boat.

What now? You want me
to mount him on the wall?

Your father's not
the great white whale.

What he has to offer...

That's the great
white whale.

In exchange
for a reduced sentence

and a coveted cell in
the WITSEC unit at Woodbridge,

James Shannon will roll
on h former colleague,

Cormac "Sully" Sullivan.

No way.

[Chuckles]

Two most-wanteds.

Wow, well done.

James is willing to hand them Sully
on a silver platter.

The thing is, Mary,
he'll only talk to you.

Since 1970, the Federal
Witness Protection Program

has relocated
thousands of witnesses...

some criminal, some not...

to neighborhoods
all across the country.

Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute

distinguishing them from the rest
of the general population.

And that is,
somebody wants them dead.

Sync & corrections by Alice
www.addic7ed.com

This is bullshit, Stan.
I'm a WITSEC Inspector.

If I wanted to be
a douche bag special agent,

I would have gone to douche bag
special agent school.

I'm not saying
you have to do it...

Look, I don't expect much
out of DOJ,

but is this office seriously
going to bite down this hard

on a big fish story peddled
by one of its most-wanted?

- Mary...
- Come on, guys.

He's working an angle.

Sully... knows
about Jinx and Brandi.

What?

We're not sure how.

It's unfolding minute by minute,
but according to James,

Sully knows about Jinx
and Brandi.

He knows they're in Florida,
and he knows where.

Are they okay?

We're working on it.

Are they safe?

- We're working on it.
- Oh, my God.

We're working on it, Mary.

I don't know
if he's B.S.'ing me or what,

but I'll say this:
The old guy's a charmer.

He's a charmer by trade,
Potenza.

It's not a personality,
it's an M.O.

Why are Jinx and Brandi
in trouble?

U.S. Marshals are scrambling
as we speak

to track down
my mother and my sister... why?

It's a long story.

Then you better get started.

40 years ago,
I met Cormac Sullivan

in the back room
of Monaghan's.

I call.

Six days later,
I pulled my first bank job.

I don't bluff, Jimbo.

We should talk.

Week later, I was part
of Sully's crew.

I rose pretty quick
as a top earner.

I had a knack for getting
into places, and out.

Yeah...Jersey, Florida,
our driveway.

I never claimed
to be an innocent.

I robbed banks
with my eyes wide open.

I liked it.

I liked the life.

After a couple of years,

Sully trusted me completely.

Well...As much as he
trusted anybody.

Two things about Sully.

He was ruthless
and he was reckless.

And the feds
were closing in.

Jinx, why would you talk
to the FBI?

- They'll protect us!
- You can't trust these people!

Sully told me if I ever
left the fold...

He'd kill my family.

I believed him then.
Still do.

Must have been hard for you
robbing banks

with one hand
tied behind your back.

That's not
what I'm saying.

I'm saying that the guy's
got reach, okay?

Even in prison.

The murder charge.

He knifed a guy
at the track.

Slit his throat.

Ah, even when
he was inside,

I didn't feel safe
going back to Jersey.

Didn't think it was right.

I loved your mother.

She and you...
Your sister...

You were loose ends.

You got any idea what Sully does
to loose ends?

But...I never stopped
thinking about you.

Shut up!
You shut up.

I swear to God,
you shut up.

Am I gonna have
to go in there?

Yeah, that'll work. She
doesn't even want you in here.

She's fine.
She's got this.

Why are Jinx and Brandi
in danger?

Three years back,
Sully sprung himself

from max security.

Week later,
he made contact.

Said he wanted
to ramp things back up.

He made it clear he'd been
keeping tabs on me,

the family.

Families.
Plural, right?

The Shannons
and the Griffins.

I told him I was done,
finished.

And then he sends me glossies
of Scotty and Lauren.

At their work, the track,
at a goddamn barbecue, so...

[Sighs]

I left again.

At least this time,
the kids were grown.

Dad...What the hell?
[Suitcase zipping]

Mom's really upset.

I mean...
[Scoffs]

You've only been back
two days.

- Scotty...
- The worst thing...

That a man can do
is intentionally

hurt the people
that he loves.

Now, you've said that.

Look, listen to me, son.

Listen to me.
Look at my eyes.

Look at me.
Hey.

Being left, leaving...

It's bad on both ends.

People come back.

All right.

I'll be home
before you know it, kid.

I'll be home in no time.

So why now?

What changed?

Sully had a lot of rules
when it came to robbing banks.

Me, I just had one.

No killing,
no violence of any kind.

We finesse our way in.

But this last job,
Sully went off the rails.

2,000 bucks?

All right, so the kid's
intel was bad.

Cut him a break, huh?

Screw you, Jimbo,
and your goddamn code.

We got a new code now... mine.

Don't do this, Sully.
[Gunshot]

Don't...

Right, you signed a deal
with the devil.

A guy who kills for a living,
for fun,

but it never happened
on your jobs, so...

You call it the way
you see it, Mary.

I'm here to help...

Stop this guy.

Hey...

Now you talk, partner.

[Sighs]

Hey, partner.

You, uh... you got
an update for me?

Yep, I gave Jinx
two aspirins

and one glass of water.

But she's still
sleeping it off.

Call her mommy.

You want me to pack
her bags?

Hmm?

You know...
For the trip.

Oh...Yeah.

Uh, no, no.
No, Mommy'll get it.

How's the little squish
doing?

I don't know.

This one seems like
she's gonna be trouble.

[Chuckles]

Well, I'll be right back.

Come on, sweetheart.

It's you and me.

It was always you and me.

[Click]

I'm not your partner.

What the hell's she doing?

- She turns off the mic?
- Relax, O'Connor.

She'll get it done.
Watch.

And don't you talk
to me like that.

Certainly not with
the FBI taking down

every syllable on the other side
of the one-way.

You got it?

Okay.

No one gives a crap about your
code or your childhood.

All they wanna do
is bring Sully in.

The sooner you help them
do that,

the sooner Jinx and Brandi
are out of the crosshairs.

So...

So let's draw 'em out.

Let's close the book
on this story

once and for all.

Fine.

Happy?

[Door opens, closes]

[Water running]

[Breathing hard]

We haven't been able
to track down Jinx and Brandi.

But Delia just got
on a plane, all right?

She's gonna coordinate
with the Miami office

to locate and bring 'em in,

along with James'
other family...

- Scott, Lauren, everybody.
- Yeah, what about...

Norah and Mark are fine.

And Marshall's running point.
He's with them now.

- Okay?
- Yeah, all right.

I knew you were a Marshall,

but Witness Protection?

That's somethin'.

Attagirl.

Mm-hmm.

Strikes me that you and I

are both two sides
of the same coin.

I mean, we both spent our lives
protecting people.

[Scoffs]

Look...Gonna
put your suitcase

right next to mine.

You, uh... you watch over
Mommy and the baby

till I get back,
hey, partner?

This is for you, sweetheart.

It's for your First
Communion.

It's the medal of Mary.

The Blessed mother.

You wear it...

You keep everyone safe.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Protecting people?

You're protecting you.

You always were.

From the FBI,
the undertow of a bad marriage,

from basic responsibilities.

Inspector, maybe now
is not the best time...

We're not two sides
of a coin.

You're just one more mope
to drag through the paperwork.

Read it and sign
on the line.

Mr. Shannon,
let's just look this over.

No need to.

I trust my daughter.

Show me where.

[Electronic bleeping]

Sully, close
as organized crime gets

to a one-man band.

He keeps everybody
in the dark.

He hires by the job,

surrounds himself with just
a few key people.

Define "A few key people."

Me.
Two other, backers.

And Finn.

Yeah, like I said,
he's smart.

It's what keeps him
insulated

and on your
most-wanted list.

Or it did, huh?

[Cell phone ringing]

[Chuckles]

Yeah, hang on a sec.

Hey, what do you got?

We checked Jinx's apartment.

No sign of her,
but no sign of trouble either.

We got deputies headed
over to Brandi's rehab.

They've already picked up
James' ex-wife

and their two daughters.

Okay, what about Scott?

I'm with him now.

He'd like a word.

Put him on.

Mary, hey.

Hey, you okay?

This is crazy.
My head is swimming.

We can't just
pack up and go.

I got a house, an office
that I just opened.

- I know.
- I chair a G.A. meeting now.

Scott, listen to me.
It's not safe.

More to the point, I don't
believe a word that Dad says.

I hear you, trust me.
Do me a favor, okay?

Just think about it.
All right, I've got...

I've got colleagues
in Witness Protection

who arrange this type of thing
all the time.

No. No, Mary.

I'm not gonna put my life
in "park," not any more.

I'm not.

It's a gamble
I'm willing to take.

[Sighs]

He's the greediest bastard
I ever met.

Good news is,
he's desperate.

All Sully wants now
is a cabana

on some anonymous island
and a bank balance

that'll keep him there
till the sun goes down.

So...I figure,
make contact...

Float the idea of one last,
big score.

And watch his eyes go wide.

Simple as that, huh?

Well, nothing's
as simple as that.

Nah, Sully trusts nobody
completely.

Not even me.

What he does trust
is merchandise.

He'll send a go-between.

Then, I'm guessing,
he'll authenticate.

We hook Sully
with a little sample.

Tell him about
the mother lode

stashed in
a Santa Fe vault.

He'll think about it.

Get comfortable.

He'll set a meet.

The merchandise.

Where's that?

It's close.

Mary and I will get it.

You and Mary? No.
Write down an address.

- I'll send agents...
- No, no, sorry...

- Goddamn it, Shannon!
- It's non-negotiable!

All right, all right,
all right.

I'll tell you what.

Now, James, you gotta
be reasonable here.

All right?
He rides with Mary.

But we are on your tail,
watching you.

That's a best-case.

Hey.

Marshall,
what are you doing here?

Tell me you've got
Norah and Mark

stashed in a pocket
somewhere.

I have a detail on them.

We're meeting up
at Mark's job site

as soon as I'm done here.

Listen, my dad is in town
for the weekend.

- No, I know.
- And his arrival,

totally planned,
it's thrown me.

Just him showing up.

What's your point?

Your dad showed up
unannounced,

out of thin air,
and you're having to be

professional at a time
when personal issues,

30 years of deeply
personal issues...

well, let's just say
"thrown" doesn't even touch it.

Mary...Talk to me.

I've been talking all day.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll get back to the baby.

Good. Thanks.

Hey...We made the call.

You ready to saddle up
and bait the hook?

Where we going?
The mixed metaphor store?

Nope. My safe house.

In old town.

I was sorry things
went South with the latin kid.

The ballplayer.
[Scoffs]

Take a left
at the next light.

And Brandi
and the car dealer, Peter.

You know what?
Enough, okay?

We needed a father,
not a stalker.

If you honestly think
I'm moved

by you keeping watch
over me, over us...

you lost the right to move me
when you left.

When you left
a seven-year-old in charge...

My coming back would have
put you in danger.

Or put you in jail.

Take the next right.

Trying to keep you safe.

Right.

Walking away from you,
it was...

Oh, the best thing
and the worst thing

I ever did in my life.

Sounds kind of hollow
saying it out loud.

Sounds kind of hollow
hearing it out loud.

All this "partners" B.S.

You don't even know
what the word means.

[Sighs]

Mark?

- Mary.
- Mary.

- George.
- Mark.

Who the hell's George?

[Hammering]

Solar panels.

You bought solar panels
as a way to, what, weasel in?

You out of your
goddamn mind?

It's enough you spy on us
like some creepy peeping Tom.

You gotta try this B.S.
end around to get

quality time with
your granddaughter?

Wait, George
is your father?

Yes. No!
That's... his name's not...

George is Norah's
grandfather?

His name's not George, okay?

You're not
George C. Parker?

[Laughs]

George C. Parker.

He sold
the Brooklyn bridge...

- Six times.
- Hilarious.

I only met her
a handful of times,

but I'll tell you something,

this kid has got a grip
like an iron vise.

Hey. Hey, hey!
Just don't, all right?

Folks, I'm gonna have to ask
you to clear out.

All right, Marshall,
get 'em out of here.

Now. Let's go.

Mary, I swear,
I had no idea.

So long, Laura.
I'll see ya!

Inspector Shannon, a known
fugitive is a five-minute drive

from making funny face and
baby talk with your daughter.

You miss that?
What kind of inspector are you?

Hell, what kind of
mother are you?

- Hey, hey, hey, flathead.
- You think what, O'Connor?

I'm aiding and abetting?
The only thing I want to

aid and abet is the safety
of my family,

the capture of Cormac Sullivan,
and the resulting

and rapid departure
of George C. Parker over here.

You dumb-ass.
Let's go.

I cased a little shop
in Santa Fe a few months back.

Anything on the side,
you had to cut Sully in.

One of his rules.
One I broke.

Uh, this way.

First time I ever did this
with an audience.

That ought to flush him out.

Come on, Shannon.

Good.

You like it?

[Chuckles]
Home sweet home.

[Shutter clicks]

[Indistinct crowd chatter]

Come on, come on.
Get it done, get it done.

Take off the dress,
O'Connor.

All he has to do
is lie for five minutes.

Got a hunch he'll manage.

[Indistinct radio chatter]

We gonna get on with this
or what?

Christ, Finn.

You don't go in
for much foreplay, do you?

The jeweler I met in Santa Fe
has got over 100 of these

in a vault.

Street value's at least
10 mil.

Intel on this is rock solid.

He's got security,
but, um...

Not so much.

Sully was, let's say,

disappointed to hear
you've been freelancing.

I'm guessing he'll be
less disappointed now.

Good guess.

Took the cheese and...

Smiling.

Smiling's good.

This is a big one, Finn.

So tell the old bastard

I'm only somewhat sorry
for freelancing.

Got that right.

We'll be in touch.

Just gotta wait
on Sully's call.

It's Christmas.

- Happy holidays.
- We'll clean up and debrief.

Hey, Inspector...

[Clicks tongue]

Good work.

Suck it, douche bag.

She was in the bjorn
the whole time,

and I never had her near
the actual construction.

It's not like I had her up
on the roof with a chop saw.

No, you had her on
a series of play dates

with a known fugitive.

- It wasn't...
- I mean...

Mary, can you just
be rational for one minute?

As far as I knew,
it was just an old guy

looking to buy solar.

Forgive me if I can't be
on the lookout

every second
of every day.

I can't be suspect
of everyone, like you are.

Would you mind watching Norah?
I need her.

Know what?
Don't even start.

Okay?
Don't defend him.

Because if being on the lookout
isn't in his skill set,

maybe he shouldn't
take care of Norah.

- Yeah.
- Call me crazy.

But when it comes
to being a father,

I kind of figured having half
a goddamn instinct

is in the job description!

Resist the urge
to draw your weapon.

Oh, my God.

I-I'm sorry, Mary,

but I...Agree with him.

- [Laughs] God.
- I do.

- Uh-huh.
- And I gotta tell you...

someone's got to, finally...

you can't keep
pushing people away.

Your issues with your dad,

your mistrust of the world.

It will...

it will mess up that kid.

Don't let Norah
lose her father

just because,
once upon a time,

you lost yours.

Also, your cell's
about to ring.

What do you mean,
my cell's about to ring?

O'Connor just called.
Sully made contact.

The meet is tomorrow night.

We posted a detail for you
front and back.

It's precautionary.

But...Anyway...

What I said.

Good night.

[Door shuts]

[Cell phone ringing]

Hey.

Mom, it's me again.

And again and again.

Just call me back.

Please.

[Phone beeps off]

[Grunts]

[Norah babbling]

Very nice,
Mrs. soon-to-be Mann.

Do yours, do yours.
Do you have it in your pocket?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Here goes nothin'.

[Gasps] Oh, no.

I did my best,
but I had to guess.

Price you pay
for not showing up.

It's fine.
I can wear it on my pinky.

Or, you know, yours.

I'll get it resized.

I'll get it resized.

I love it.
Thank you.

[Cell phone rings]

Chaffee.

Yep. Thanks.

Bye.

My turn to say
duty calls.

Seth, I'm still taking you
to the airport.

Wild horses wouldn't
keep me from it.

They'll only slow me some.

- Don't give it a thought.
- See ya later.

[Coughs]

Know what your mother would say
if she were here?

Abigail's the girl we always
hoped you'd bring home.

Thanks, Dad.

You know,
I... I can't help noticing,

ever since you retired,
that the old gruff you is MIA.

I'm not finished.

There he is.

Thing is, marriage...

There's no room
for guesswork.

Gotta be sure.

And who you're there for
at 4:00 in the morning...

That's the one.

So you gotta ask yourself...

this Abigail...

Is she the girl you always
hoped you'd bring home?

Mary...Delia just called.

Your mom and sister
are safe.

My God, thank God.
What... where were they?

The rehab was doing some sort
of family retreat.

No cells, no emails, like that.
Of course.

Miami field office
has them locked down.

- Good, thanks.
- Okay?

- Yeah, thank you.
- All right.

Hey, j. Edgar.

We can't scrape up
a little kevlar

as a just-in-case?
- No. No, no.

No body armor, no wires.

Just like with Finn.

Sully will spot kevlar
a mile off.

I'll be fine.

He doesn't leave your sight.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

So that bottle of meds

that you left
out in the kitchen.

- Heh.
- What?

Found my meds, huh?

I never know where
the hell I put 'em.

Am I supposed to believe
you have cancer or...

yeah, the cancer's legit.

I wish it wasn't.

Stage three, but, uh...

Don't worry about it.

Anything else
you wanna know?

Yeah.

Were we ever
actually threatened...

By Sully or...

Did you just decide to run?

From what I hear,
jail's no fun,

and Jinx couldn't
have been easy.

Jinx wasn't easy.

I hear the same thing
about jail,

but, oh, yeah.

Sully threatened you.

I keep thinking about
that playground on Fairview

that you used to take me to.

With the red monkey bars.

Yeah.

I went back,
some break from college,

and the slide...

In my memory,
it was halfway to the sky.

And when I went back,
it was...

So small.

It was barely
off the ground.

All these years.

I built you up.

Good, bad, or ugly,

you were always...Giant.

[Crying]
You were always Jesse James.

Turns out
I was just a guy.

[Chuckles]

Slide at the playground
on Fairview.

Well, I guess I won't
see you so much...

After this, for a while.

Probably not.

I don't know what to believe,
even now.

But I appreciate
what you're doing.

And, um...

I wanted you
to have something.

It's to keep you safe.

When you get
to where I am...

And I'm not talking
about my age...

There's an ocean of regret.

These last couple of days
with you all pissed off

and... full of resentment
and suspicion...

you got every right
to that.

These have been about
the best days of my life.

Isn't that
a remarkable thing?

Days that are...
to be proud of and...

You can imagine I don't have
a whole lot of those.

Anyway...

Just want to tell you that...

Everything
that you've become

with the nothin'
that I gave you...

Well, that makes me really...

Come on, Shannon.
Let's go.

We'll talk more.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay.

[Indistinct radio chatter]

[Cell phone ringing]

[Keypad tone]

Jimbo.

Hey, Sully.

It's good
to hear your voice.

Wish I could say the same,
Shannon.

You think I'm walking around
this long

without an "in"
at the Bureau?

Say hello to your son.

We've got contact
with subject.

Stand by.
Sully just called.

- [Scott on phone] Dad?
- Scott?

- Dad? Hey.
- No.

- I'm okay.
- No, no. Scott?

Now say good-bye
to your son.

No, no, Sully, no...

[gunshot on phone]

Scott!
Ah, sh...

Jesus.
[James gasping]

[Sully on phone]
I don't bluff, jimbo.

You... agh!

Tell that pretty daughter
of yours I say hi.

[Groans]

Oh, my God.

All Sierra units,
we got an emergency.

Target down.
Target down!

[Indistinct police
radio chatter]

Hey. How you doin'?
You okay?

You're gonna be fine, Daddy.

You're gonna be fine.
Just take it easy, all right?

- What stage is he?
- He's, um, he says...

He says stage three.

He's been in custody and off his
meds going on 80 hours.

I'm gonna make this right,
sweetheart.

I'm gonna make this right.

- Okay, Daddy.
- Okay, we gotta go.

Okay. Okay, Daddy.
You just rest.

I'm gonna see you
over there, okay?

I'll see you over there.

Sorry.

[Siren]

[Indistinct chatter]

Got here
as fast as I could.

Miami office
is spreading the word.

They're locking down
the state, sir.

- Ma'am...
- Probably don't call her ma'am.

We'll find him.
A matter of time.

Thanks, Ahab.

Bang-up job on the great white
whale, by the way.

So much for that
corner office.

[Radio chatter]

I'm gonna give you some
powerful pain medication.

It's gonna make you feel
a lot better, okay?

Yeah... listen, listen.

[Grunts]

Damn it!
Shannon's gone awol!

He knocked out one of my guys
and the EMT!

He escaped on foot.

Where the hell
was the follow car?

This is McQueen.
I need an APB statewide

- on a James Wiley Shannon.
- Oh, my God.

Aka James Griffin.
We need to spin up...

- Shannon!
- Hey, easy.

I don't know what the hell
it is with you people.

Must be something
in the blood.

Don't even think of passing me
the buck, O'Connor.

It's your goddamn leak
that got Scott killed.

You're gonna stand there,
feigning "overwhelmed,"

claim that you had
nothing to do with this?

That you're not in cahoots
with dear ol' Dad?

Are you brain-dead?
Seriously, if I hooked you

- up to an EKG or whatever...
- Not an EKG.

Would there be squiggly lines
and crap?

'Cause I don't do cahoots
with anyone,

let alone a known fugitive

on the FBI's
most-wanted!

James Shannon asking for help
is a non-starter.

Know why?
'Cause he's not stupid.

He knows I'd cuff him
at the door,

and he knows it
'cause I did it, asshole!

All right.

You want to assault
a federal agent?

I'm begging you!
Unbelievable.

I actually
feel sorry for the guy.

Anyone that shares blood with
you has got my sympathies.

Enough, O'Connor!
Back off.

- Hey.
- Just leave me alone.

Everything's mythical
when you're seven years old.

Fathers, mothers,

Santa, God.

The alleged protective powers
of a gold medallion.

It's not that certain things
seem larger than life.

It's just life seems larger.

But the world keeps spinning.

And in a thousand
tiny surrenders,

or sometimes
in one fell swoop,

what you'd seen
as truly mythical,

you learn is merely myth.

The good news,
if you can call it that,

is that ultimately you find
other myths to believe in,

and other men as well.

You see the myth
for what it is...

close-up and in its bones...

Smaller and greater
and more like you

than you'd care to admit.

It nevertheless leaves you...

always, every single time...

sitting foolish,
on the doorstep,

awaiting its return.

Hey, you all right?

I know where he's going.

My father.

He's going after Sully.

He's gonna kill
the son of a bitch.

Doesn't sound like him.

He's never killed a soul.

I mean,
that's his thing, no?

He's going after him,
trust me.

What makes you so sure,
Mary?

'Cause that's what I'd do.

Hey, Chief McQueen.
Sir?

I remember
when I was seven.

Almost seven.
I remember asking someone...

"What's the point of having
a partner

if you're just gonna
do it yourself?"

My whole life...

I think I haven't
understood that word,

not really.

I don't know.

I just know a partner doesn't
leave you on the doorstep.

He follows you there.

Even at 4:00
in the morning.

I wonder what your dad
would say about that?

Same as he always said.

"Never trust your partner."

What's with
the Cheshire cat?

I don't know, just...

My father probably should
have taken his own advice.

I wanted you to have
something.

It's to keep you safe.

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