All language subtitles for The Listener S04E10 The Long Con.eng

This is a Qum rug, made from Persian silk,

the most beautiful fibers in the world;

Also the most expensive.

I love it. It's so rich and warm.

Now, there is one more piece that I saw

and thought, "Heather
just has to have this".

The Buddha.

- From the Thai highlands.
- For my yoga studio.

You know how much I love my practice.

Let's have Michael bring it downstairs.

And I want you to take a
look at these wall colours.

Great.

You can show Michael the perfect spot

to put that Buddha in the yoga studio.

Oh. This old chest. Didn't you want
to get rid of it? More than you know.

I'll have Michael take it to the dump.

You're an angel. Thank you.

I need to grab my notepad.
You guys go ahead.

And don't forget to pick a colour.

Follow me.

(Beeping)

(Beeping)

(Door unlocking)

I need to talk to you. (Gasp)

Rock Clay, or Burnt Sienna?

Burnt Sienna all the way.

Thanks again, Sandra.

It was my pleasure.

- I'll see you at yoga?
- Oh, yes.

(Gasp)

♪

The Listener 04x10 The Long
Con Original Air Date August 7,2013

==sync, correction by
dcdah== for www.addic7ed.com

Here.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

What're you so smiley about?

Maybe it's just that
new sexy hairdo of yours.

No. What's going on?

OK, I was gonna save it as a surprise,

but you know the panini
shop beside the club?

- Yeah.
- It's up for sale.

- That's my surprise?
- Yeah, that's your surprise,

all right? I know. But just think
about it. All that square footage, right?

It's right there, it's beside the club.
Faisal and I, we've become friends.

He's gonna give it to me at a good deal.

OK. Um... Wow. I mean, that's...

- that's just a lot, right?
- Yeah. It is a lot.

But I found an investor.
A friend of a friend.

Apparently he's a good guy. Jerry Gaines.

OK, so, this is happening?
This is moving really fast.

An opportunity like this comes
up, you gotta go for it, right?

I can put in a VIP lounge, a second bar.

Really take it to the next level, Mich.

OK, no, you're right.
This is exciting. It is.

I just, I mean, are you sure
you want to take on more debt

- right now?
- I think I have to, you know?

To stay competitive
with the downtown clubs,

I gotta, I gotta step it up.

I think it'll be good. What do you think?

- OK.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I'm behind you a hundred percent.

That's why I love you.

Come on in, kids. Sharpen your
pencils and open your notebooks,

'cause we're starting the
day off with a history lesson.

Who can tell me what this is?

- I needed a change, OK?
- I think it looks great.

- Very pretty.
- Thank you.

- Guys?
- That's the Andrea Doria.

Sank off the coast of Massachusetts

in, uh... what, '54?

Fifty-six. Very close. Gold star for him.

With more than 50 dead, it remains
the worst naval disaster in US waters.

Can anyone tell me

what... this is?

I think I can help here. This is McKinney

single malt scotch whiskey,
the pride of Scotland.

And I can personally
vouch for its excellence.

So, what does the pride of Scotland
have to do with Andrea Doria?

Well, on board the Andrea Doria was this,

a case of McKinney 1947.

It was recovered from the wreck
and holds enormous historical value.

Nineteen forty-seven is considered

the finest year. And these six bottles are

the very last remaining
of the 1947 vintage.

For scotch lovers, this is the Holy Grail.

It was held by one owner for
decades, but was recently sold

in private for an undisclosed amount.

Which I can disclose to you. It
went for over a million dollars.

- And you know this how?
- Because I know the man who bought it,

David Brown. The David Brown?

The man who I pay $200 a
month to for my cell phone?

I've known David personally

since before he was a telecom billionaire.

Yesterday, David's wife
Heather fell victim to a con artist.

That is not just any con artist.

That is Bridget Connoly. She's
been on my radar for ages.

Mine too. She allegedly conned
the president of Air Belgium

into buying a Banff ski resort
that doesn't exist. I thought

she worked with a partner.
Gone solo, according to latest intel.

Point is, she's good. No one's ever
gotten close enough to arrest her.

Not yet.

My husband, he's quite the avid collector

of rare vintages.

The '47 is about as rare as they come.

How did you guys acquire it?

Private sale. Our broker,
Tina, knew the original owner,

who has since passed on.

- Strange old man.
- Strange how?

Well, he kept warning David that if
he bought the '47, he'd have to guard it

- from this man who was obsessed with it.
- Did you get his name?

No, but he said he was really bad news.

Maybe he was working with Sandra.

- How long did you knew her?
- About a month.

And I must say, she
didn't seem like a con artist.

The good ones usually don't.

But my connection with her was real.

At least it felt real.

And I love the things
she bought for my house.

They were all perfect.

Perfectly fake, as it turns out.

She blanked out all of the cameras,

so we can't actually see how
she got the case out of the house.

Well, I had

complained to her about
an old trunk of my husband's.

She had her mover take it away for me.

Did you get his name?

Michael or Mickey, I think.
I didn't get a last name.

- What about the truck?
- Just a regular old truck,

no markings that I can recall. But
he must have been in on it with her.

How could I have been so stupid?

Well, even smart women
get conned sometimes.

(Elevator ding)

Hey. What's our status?

We've got some units out
looking for Bridget Connoly.

- Still nothing.
- OK, what about her vehicle?

We got her plates from a
security camera. They were

stolen from a car parked at
the airport long-term parking.

No reports of a stolen Mercedes.

We'll have Dev check in with
the luxury car rental companies.

How'd it go with Heather Brown?

Well, she said something
about the original owner's warning

about someone obsessed with the '47.

Think this guy could be connected?

Could be. I have to admit, I
feel kinda bad for Heather.

- You do? Come on.
- Yeah. She got taken in.

Come on. You've gotta
give it to Bridget, though.

Give her a little bit of a hand.
What she did took some skill.

- If you think lying is a skill.
- Everybody lies,

but a conman lies with sophistication.

My dad always said don't
trust anyone who lies for a living.

I got something on Bridget's
accomplice. His name is Mickey Asano.

He's the owner and
operator of Asano Movers.

- How did you find him?
- It was easy.

I just pulled his plate up
off the security camera feed.

Maybe too easy.

- Sure, I know her. It's Sandra Woodson.
- Real name's Bridget Connoly.

And you helped her carry out a million
dollars' worth of product yesterday.

Whoa, hold on. All I did was
move some furniture in and out.

I don't know anything about stolen product.

Where's the trunk that
you helped her carry out?

- It's gone. She came by and picked it up.
- What time?

She was waiting for me this
morning when I got in, right at nine.

Thank you.

He has no idea he was part of a con.

So, the scotch is gone and
we're back to square one.

I wouldn't say that.

She rented a Mercedes 350

from YYZ Luxury Car Rentals on
Airport Road under the name Julia Cohen.

But wait, there's more. She
traded it in for a black Escalade.

Way to steal my thunder.
Yeah, the manager told me that

- this morning.
- OK. But to rent

from the same company using
the same phony credentials?

I don't buy it. She's smarter than that.

- After leaving Mickey, she headed north on the 427.
- Four twenty-seven?

There's cameras posted the
whole way. We can track her.

- I just need a timeline.
- She left around nine.

Nine.

All right, let's start around that mark.

Black Escalade, heading north.

- All right, this might be it. Huh.
- Can you magnify it?

Yeah. I think I can get the plate.

Got her. It looks like
she's getting off at Dixon.

There's a camera at Dixon and Airport Road.

OK, there she is.

She's turning into the
parking lot at the Ventura Hotel.

- Let's pay her a visit.
- She'll be watching the doors.

So we get her outside.

The manager said one of
the valets dinged my car.

Yeah, my partner's rolling it up right now.

- Where you headed, Bridget?
- My name's not Bridget,

it's Chloe Robinson. And that's not my car.

So, if we search this car, we're not
gonna find anything incriminating?

What do we have here?

Looks like a few K in cash.

Multiple ID's.

It's not what it looks like.
I can explain everything.

Yeah, I'm sure you can, Bridget,
and I'm sure not a word of it will be true.

So, Bridget...

where'd you hide the scotch?

Do you have a buyer lined up?

(Bridget): Shark's going to bite.

See, when we spoke to Heather Brown,

she told us that a dangerous
man wanted to buy the scotch,

that he was like a shark.

Is he your buyer?

(Bridget): They know about Tarkanian?

Because we know you've
been talking to Tarkanian.

You're good.

Oh, you have no idea.

- Toby?
- Yeah.

A minute?

This is Andrei Tarkanian.
He's Armenian-Ukrainian.

Mercifully nicknamed The Shark.

Made his fortune in human
trafficking in the early '90s

and has since retired.

Yeah, I read his file.
He kidnapped hundreds

of underage girls and
pressed them into prostitution.

He is a repugnant human being

and a prime target of INTERPOL,
But he's also a man with appetites...

women, wine, but especially fine scotch.

In my reads of Bridget, it looks like
she's trying to hook up a deal with him.

Well, he'd be one hell of
a big fish if we can net him.

- It would be a great career move.
- I'm not saying that.

I know, this would be a
great bust. It just means

that we have to work with
her, and I do not trust her at all.

You shouldn't. She's a con artist. But
don't forget we have a secret weapon.

She's not gonna pull one
over on us. Right, Toby?

No pressure.

- No pressure.
- No pressure.

Bridget.

Let's get to know each other.

Nice photograph.

Your father ran out on you
when you were an infant,

and your mother raised you until her death.

You were... 16 years old?

You have the file; you tell me.

Well, you were put into
foster care, you ran away,

and you were recruited by
Jimmy "The Bricks" Foster.

Are you writing my biography, or
do you want to talk about a deal?

Give us the location of
the scotch, and I'll see

what I can do about reducing
your charges against you.

No. Let's talk

about what I want, then we
can talk about what you want.

You have the floor.

You drop all the charges, and I walk away.

- I'll need further incentive.
- You want to catch The Shark,

I can help.

What exactly do you know about Tarkanian?

(Bridget): More than he knows about me.

I've never dealt with the man personally,
but I've dealt with people like him.

Well, I'm pretty sure
that we can handle it.

Really?

He's never been caught by any
law enforcement agency anywhere.

You can use all the help you can get.

All right.

You help us bring in Tarkanian, I'll let
you skate the charges on the scotch.

All the other outstanding
charges against you are

still your problem.

Deal.

Tell us where the '47 is.

Trident Storage on Weston Road, Unit 517.

I'll draw up the papers.

It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

Our latest intelligence

says that Tarkanian has bases in
Buenos Aires, Capetown, and Toronto.

He puts up firewalls between himself

and the rest of the world, and
the only way to access him is

through trusted middlemen such as this man,

Christian Dufrense. He's a former appraiser

at some of the top-end auction houses.

According to those in the
know, if you want to sell

to Tarkanian, Christian's
the man to talk to.

And luckily he's not hard to
find. He owns a very high-end club

called the Montgomery. It's uber elite.

- Excuse me. Hello?
- So, we go to Christian's club,

we tell him we have the '47,
and he leads us to Tarkanian.

- Simple. Sounds like a plan.
- Except for the X factor.

I know Bridget is working another angle
here. Have you been able to read her?

Not much yet. She has
incredible control over her thoughts.

- She's tough to read?
- She is tough to read.

But it'll get easier. I'll find the cracks.

Guys. Very good news. The scotch
has been recovered. It's on its way

- to lockup as we speak.
- Excellent.

Tell them to beef up security. That's
over a million dollars' worth of merchandise.

Yes, we wouldn't want your friend
to lose his precious whiskey again.

- Scotch.
- Get to work.

So, from this point forward, you
will be known as Sarah Watson.

We have worked up a back story for you,

- so please get to know it.
- Thanks.

I've done this before.

Nice watch.

You know it's fake, right?

Actually, it's authentic.

Sure it is.

OK. Um, I will be working

alongside you as Rochelle Lawrence.

What's our story?

Well, you and the lovely Rochelle
here are high-end B & E specialists.

We approach Tarkanian's
man Christian at his club tonight,

and we show him this to
prove we have the goods.

Christian is an appraiser. He
needs actual product to appraise.

That's impossible. Klein won't sign off
on us using a bottle for a meet like this.

IIB has a forensic lab, right?

- Yeah.
- We need them

to mock up an empty bottle
of the '47. Are they capable?

- The best in the country.
- Get them on it.

Now I'm going to tell you the play,
and I want you to listen carefully,

because I'm only gonna tell you once.

The mock-up bottle is called
"the show". We're gonna fill it

with store-bought McKinney, 25 year.

We present the show tonight. I
draw and sample using a syringe.

I squirt the sample into a test
tube. I give Christian the test tube

so he can do a gas chromatograph analysis.

What Christian doesn't
know is that I've swapped

the show scotch with a
sample of the real '47 McKinney.

And how do we get our
hands on the real sample?

We only need 10 mils.

Your boss is friends with the owner, right?

- How did you know that?
- I do my research.

Tell Brown that his
precious '47 will never be safe

with Tarkanian out there. It's in his
best interest to help us take him down.

OK, I'll ask Klein to speak with Brown.

(Bridget): All according to the plan.

Oh, another thing. If you can get
your hands on Christian's cell phone

and grab his SIM card, it'll
help us; we can clone his phone.

But he'll see you pulling out the SIM card.

There's a better way to do it. All you need

to clone a cell is an ESN and MAC address.

This is yours.

What?

I palmed it while admiring
your "authentic" watch.

A few keystrokes and I'd have all I need.

You play the game well.

Well, if you're not playing the game,

the game's playing you.

Let you in on a little secret, though.

I'm done with it.

All of it.

I've heard that before.

Happens to be true.

I look at other people.

They have real jobs,

real boyfriends.

I don't think I'll ever have that.

You're a smart girl.

You can get whatever you want.

Is that right?

Hey

I need you on op tonight with Dev.

Huh?

- Are you going to be ready?
- Yeah. I'll be there.

All right, all right!

Who's ready for a frosty-cold
game of NBA action

and a down-to-the-wire back-and-forth beer?

I got that backwards.
Toby, where are you, bud?

- Hey. I'm working tonight.
- Oh!

What are you, auditioning for Magic Mike 2?

- Undercover operation.
- OK, well, here's to your mission.

You know, seeing you all gussied up
like that, I figured you had a date tonight.

- No, no.
- No?

I mean it's been a while since, uh...

- Tia left, yeah.
- Yeah.

Yes, I, uh, think about that night often...

the look on her face.

You know, she said
she needed time to think.

- It's been six weeks.
- Six weeks?

And she hasn't called or emailed? Nothing?

No.

I know I'm not as good
as you at reading signs,

but I think it might be
time to move on, my friend.

- No, I'm not ready to date.
- I'm not talking about dating,

my brother. I'm talking
about a little rebound fling.

It's exactly what the doctor ordered.

There's this new nurse in
the ER. Her name is Kayla,

which I believe is Gaelic
for "lower back tattoo".

- Let me just get a little...
- What are you doing?

No, no, hey, come on!

There we go. Snap a little
picture, I'm gonna show Kayla.

Kayla. Oh, nice navel ring,
Kayla. No, they're all yours.

Enjoy. Hey, be safe tonight, bud.

- All right, have a good night.
- Expect a phone call.

♪ How bad my love behaves ♪

♪ The lovin' that he craves ♪

♪ I want to satisfy ♪

♪ Until you know my name ♪

Welcome to the Montgomery. I'm Christian.

We know who you are.

Then you know I make it a point

to get well acquainted with my clientele.

Especially ones so beautiful.

What are you ladies drinking tonight?

Scotch.

What's your best? The McKinney, of course.

That's the best glass of
scotch money can buy.

We have the 12, 16, or the 25 year.

There are better bottles available.

- If there are, I'm not aware.
- The 25 is

the oldest you can buy off the rack,

but there are much older,
much finer vintages out there.

All held in private
collections, last time I checked.

We might know about six bottles that
have come onto the market recently.

Tell me more.

How's your naval history, Christian?

- Do I look like a history major?
- But you have heard

of the Andrea Doria?

The '47 is in the open. Find it.

In the back.

♪ You got to love me ♪

♪ Or get out of my way ♪

♪ I need ♪

I'll need to take this with me.

Think we're going to let you walk out of
here with $200,000 worth of our property?

I need to appraise the product
before I take it to my employer.

You mean Tarkanian?

I don't use his name unless it's necessary.

Neither should you.

My apologies. But we still
can't let you walk out of here

with our bottle. No appraisal, no deal.

You can have 10mL...

more than enough to do a
gas chromatograph analysis.

Allow me.

You know what, actually,
it's better if we do it.

- Do you have something to hide?
- Of course not.

All right.

All done.

I'll be in touch.

Christian,

don't you want a taste?
A taste of what, exactly?

A taste of the '47.

Hm.

Mmm.

(He chuckles.)

How does it taste?

Like the McKinney.

Only the GC analysis
can tell if it's the real thing.

It's the real thing.

That's my number. Call me.

Don't forget.

(He chuckles.)

You did good.

Thanks to the ESN numbers
acquired by our con-artist

friend and a little bit of my own Kung Fu,

I was able to hack into
Christian's cell phone.

Take a listen. He left
this message earlier.

(Christian): It's me. You were right.

It's in the open. You know how to find me.

- That could be for anyone.
- Well, in my read,

I heard Tarkanian say, "It's in the open".

This message could be
for him. Can you trace it?

They used what's called a dead drop server.

It's the preferred method of communication

of international bad guys
and big-time drug dealers.

- It's totally untraceable.
- So, Tarkanian can

check his messages anywhere anonymously.

Pretty much, yeah. And I have no
way of tracking him. (Cell phone ringing)

It's Christian.

- This is Rochelle. Meet me tonight-

4025 Gray Avenue. We'll talk numbers.

- Will your boss be there?
- What difference does it make?

We'll only talk numbers with him.

You should have told me this before.

- Well, I'm telling you now.
- Just be there by nine.

I need you to set up a surveillance team to

4025 Gray Avenue. I'll
set up an arrest team.

- OK, I'll work on a warrant.
- OK, I'm gonna have a chat

- with our friend Bridget.
- OK.

Wanna grab a coffee?

You know someplace good?

I do.

I thought you meant someplace fun.

Well, this coffee isn't bad, and it's free.

- Free is good.
- How do you take it?

- Black.
- Black? Perfect.

Me too.

You know, I can still remember a time

when I didn't know where
my next meal was coming from.

This is you trying to get me to talk.

Just saying we have some things in common.

You spent time in group
homes, and so did I.

It was an awful time. I really
don't like talking about it.

Yeah, me neither.

Just saying I get it.

We all have our wounds.

So, what happened to
your partner, uh, James?

Jimmy. Jimmy Foster.

He's in Mount Pleasant Cemetery now.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

How'd he die?

Aneurysm. They did all they could.

He was my mentor. Like a father.

Only you can do this.

It's the last one, and then you're out.

(Bridget sniffling)

So, was he the one who
set up this score up for you?

He did, as a matter of fact.

He did business with Tarkanian.

He knew he'd pay dearly for the '47.

- What kind of business?
- I don't know.

He never even let me meet Tarkanian.

Why not?

He kept me at an arm's
length from certain people.

People he didn't trust.

So, once we get this extra space, I
mean, I'm going to be able to open

- all of this up.
- Wow.

- You know?
- It's beautiful.

I love it, man, I love, yeah.

So, what you gonna do
with that spot over there?

- Uh, second-floor lounge.
- Yeah, about that...

I got a few ideas about
what we could do with it.

- We?
- Well, I am an investor.

I just wanna make a room
where people can hang out,

have some drinks, do whatever they want.

It can't be anything that would jeopardize

my licence. You know that, right?

Look, Adam...

I can make this whole thing happen.

You're just gonna have to decide

how badly you want it.

Hmm?

According to the M.E.
report, James Foster died

of multiple gunshot wounds.
The murder was never solved.

She said he died of an aneurysm.

- Yeah, well, she lied.
- Obviously.

- So, what's she hiding?
- That's the question, isn't it?

Jimmy told her to do this
score from his death bed.

That's interesting, but what does it
have to do with the case we're working?

I don't know, but I'll figure
it out. I love a good mystery.

Yeah, so do I when they look like her.

Yeah.

How's Toby?

Oh, he's the mayor of Mopesville.

Still totally hung up on Tia.
Yeah, well, he should be.

I mean, she's the best thing
that ever happened to him.

And I know that she
was crazy about him too.

Thanks, Nicky. Yeah, but
she bailed on him, right?

I mean, she hasn't so much as
responded to an email in six weeks.

Because she's still
figuring it all out. I mean,

if she didn't care about Toby
at all, she'd email him right back.

The fact that she's completely
ignoring Toby is a good thing?

- It means there's still hope.
- I will never understand women.

Just want you to know that. Thank you.

♪ You showed me life was more than... ♪

Please come in.

It's just us?

Patience, Rochelle.

If you're angling for more money...

Oh, my finder's fee is adequate.

I just thought we'd get to
know each other a bit better.

This is not happening.

You don't have to cross any lines;

Just dance around them.

I love your home, Christian.

- You have exquisite taste.
- Thank you.

I've always had an eye for beauty.

And I like what I see tonight.

You are very light on your feet.

And you, you're not.

Are you tense? I'm just the kind of girl

who likes to know what's gonna happen next.

I know what I'd like to have happen.

Patience, Christian.

You're going to make me wait?

Business first, and then we can play.

OK. Get your coats.

(Dev): All right, guys. We're on the move.

We have to catch up.

If I follow, he'll know he has a tail.

You're right. Let's circle the block.

All right, there they are.

Andrei, this is Rochelle

and Sarah.

Christian told me you have something

that interests me, if the price is right.

Well, there's no need to be coy.

Everyone knows that
you're obsessed with the '47.

I've tested the sample. It's authentic.

- Your price?
- It's worth a million,

so we'll give it to you
for a million and a half.

I should walk right now.

And miss your opportunity of
getting your hands on the '47?

Seven hundred and fifty K.

Nine.

Done.

You've been awfully quiet.

- Problem?
- No.

Hey, don't you want to hear
how we got hold of the '47?

It's one hell of a story.

Another time, perhaps.

But if you try to cross me,

you'll become a story as well.

What's our status?

Waiting for Christian to set
up the meet with Tarkanian.

Everything goes well,
we will get him today.

Today is good, but last
night would have been better.

He gave us the slip. The guy's a pro.

That guy's been avoiding
capture for over a decade.

Which begs the question,
if he's so cautious,

why expose yourself to
capture only to walk away?

He wanted to sniff us out.

It's his thing.

Sounds like you've done
business with him before.

What's your relationship
with Tarkanian, exactly?

My partner did business with him.

I wasn't part of the transaction,
I just saw it getting wrapped up.

So, hold on. During this transaction

with your partner, did he see you?

(Bridget):Let me try this.

For a second, at most.

It's impossible he would remember me.

(Cell phone ringing) That's my phone.

Got it.

It's Christian.

This is Rochelle.

Bryer's Pier. Half-an-hour.

- Bring the product.
- We'll be there. We have to move now.

- Can I speak to you guys for a minute?
- Yeah.

There's a problem with my reads of Bridget.

All right, I've seen the same event

with two different outcomes.

- I'm not sure I follow.
- When she first mentioned

Tarkanian, I read her and
she was nowhere near him.

Just now I heard her
think, "Let me try this",

and then I saw a different version of the
same event, where she was right beside him.

Also, she said that her partner
Jimmy died of an aneurysm

when he was actually shot to death.

- OK, so, what, you're reading her lies?
- Yeah, it feels like that.

- I thought you could only read the truth.
- I've encountered

a lot of unusual minds,
but, uh, this is a new one.

I read an article once

about MRI tests on pathological liars.

Apparently they actually
see the lies they tell.

- Yeah, it feels like that.
- Toby Logan, meet your Kryptonite.

I think we should reassess
this meet. I don't like

- what you're walking into.
- It's fine, I'll be fine.

Michelle, I just...

This could be our only
shot to get to Tarkanian.

- Michelle, let's go, it's time.
- Yeah.

All right, go. But for God's
sakes, be careful. You stay

behind and you sweat Bridget.
Figure out what she's up to.

All right, I'll bring my A game.

I didn't know you liked it rough.

This is not a game, Bridget.

I thought we were good.

I thought we had a connection.

You've been playing some
kind of angle this whole time.

I need to know what it is.

You really think I have
some kind of secret agenda?

You all played your parts.

I do. And somehow we all fit into it.

You took advantage of us;

you made the IIB work for you.

Or is this all a part of your plan?

To get arrested? You think I like this?

What really happened
between Tarkanian and Jimmy?

I don't know.

He wanted you to do this
score on his deathbed. Why?

That's between me and him.

Jimmy didn't die of an aneurysm.

You lied to me. That's why
we don't have a connection.

I'm not gonna talk about Jimmy.

You don't have to.

You're the only one who can do it.

- The last score, then you're out.
- Daddy.

He wasn't your mentor.

He wasn't your partner.

He was your father.

So, what happened?

He came back after your mother
died? Took you under his wing?

So, you got me all figured out.

Satisfied?

You were there when he died.

You want revenge on Tarkanian.

So, what's the next move, Bridget?

(Bridget): Tell Tarkanian I can make
a better deal, just him and me alone.

Got it.

She's been in contact with
Tarkanian behind our backs.

We need to get Michelle out of there.

Where's your partner?

With the product, waiting for my signal.

- Mm.
- Where's Tarkanian?

He sends his regrets.

(Police siren)

Michelle. Are you good?

- You OK?
- Yeah, I will be,

once someone tells me
what the hell is going on.

- Hey.
- Hey. Bridget escaped.

- IIB's under lockdown.
- What's her endgame?

Revenge. Tarkanian killed Jimmy Foster,

who was her father, by the way.

I spoke with the evidence locker
guards at IIB. No sign of Bridget,

- but the McKinney is still there.
- OK, let's double up on security.

- Let's talk to Christian.
- Yeah.

Save your breath. My lawyer
will be here any second.

Well, I hope you have a good
one, because a pretty man

like yourself is gonna
make a lot of friends in jail.

Why did Tarkanian send you to kill me?

He wanted you dealt with.

You and your so-called partner.

She thinks she could pull
one over on Tarkanian, but...

she can't fool him.

What did he find out?

You think I'm going to tell you?

- How could you miss that?
- I checked her record myself.

It was fixed! I'll fix it myself!

Tarkanian wants to kill
her. How's he gonna do it?

He said he'll meet with
you today, at the club.

We gotta get to the Montgomery.

So, you decided to cut out your partner.

Just looking out for number one.

I know a little bit about
looking after number one.

So, this was about getting

- to Tarkanian.
- Mmhmm. She played us perfectly.

She needed our help,
so she got herself caught.

Think of all the bread
crumbs... Mickey, the rental car...

Why would she want to get caught?

We helped her get past Christian.
We gave her a new identity,

we fixed her records, we
helped her pass Christian's

- security checks.
- And what about Tarkanian?

Like Christian said,
you can't fool The Shark.

Somehow he found out we fixed her records.

So, she's walking into a trap.

I have a car waiting.

I get into a car with you,
and I'm never coming back.

Just like Jimmy.

Open that case, right now.

(Explosion) Ah!

Please.

I'll give you whatever you want.

You've already taken the
only thing that mattered to me.

Please. Relax. Put your gun down.

(Two gunshots)

(Body hitting the ground)

(Michelle): How's the bodyguard?

He was rushed to St. Mike's.
Concussion, powder burns,

but he's gonna be all right.
The proverbial smoking gun.

She left us with a living witness
and a gun with her prints on it.

She wants us to know she did it.

Hey. I have coordinated
with Metro, they've got

- every available unit looking.
- Border Services?

Every airport and checkpoint has her photo.

She's not gonna get very
far. She's been red-flagged.

Come on, this is Bridget
we're talking about.

We're never gonna see her again.

You look happy.

Because I just received a call
of kudos from the upper brass,

seeing how I just closed
the case on Tarkanian.

YOU closed the case on Tarkanian?

I gave credit to the whole team, of course.

Of course.

Never trust anyone who lies for a living.

♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ I don't want to be your hero ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, you. You are a sight for sore eyes.

So are you.

How's it going with the whole re-launch?

It's good.

- It's good.
- Everything OK?

Yeah. Can I get you some food?
What do you want? You want a drink?

I would actually love a scotch.

My kinda lady.

♪ While holding down ♪

♪ A job to keep my ♪

♪ Girl around ♪

♪ And maybe buy me some new strings ♪

♪ And her a night out on the weekend ♪

♪ So let me go ♪

♪ I don't want to be your hero ♪

♪ I don't want to be a big man ♪

♪ I just want to fight like everyone else ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

I think I might have
misread this whole situation.

Now, I've thought about this long and hard.

- You talked to Sandy. What'd she say?
- Her advice:

Call Tia. Tell her that she can
take as much time as she needs,

and when she's ready to come
back, you'll be there for her.

K, I thought I'm supposed to move on.

No, no no. See, you don't move
on from a girl like Tia. You dig in

and you fight for her.
Good night, my friend.

♪ I don't want to be a big man ♪

♪ I just want to fight with everyone else ♪

This is Tia. Leave me your
name and number at the beep.

(Beep)

Tia. Uh, it's Toby.

==sync, correction by
dcdah== for www.addic7ed.com