Blindspot (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 18 - One Begets Technique - full transcript

Previously on "Blindspot"...

I know there's been
some distance between us.

I'm really happy we're all a family again.

Mom!

Oh, my God.

Dad! Dad!

It took me a while to get here.

Well, I'm glad you're here now.

- Alexandra.
- Bethany.

Very nice to meet you.

Hi, this is Sofia Varma.
Please leave a message.



Hi, uh, it's me again.

I just wanted to know that you're okay.

I'm worried about you. Call me.

_

Born Gord Enver.

He changed his name to Rich Dotcom.

Anything you need, he can get it for you

and he's one of the most
dangerous guys in the world.

Put down your weapons!

We are the FBI, and you are under arrest.

Can you believe it?

Four queens in this
place? Ay-yi-yi.

Oh, boy. This is my kinda night.

Go on a little shopping spree
with all these cigarettes,



buy myself something real nice, huh?

All right, who's dealing next?

- That's it.
- Hey!

You gotta be cheating.

I know you didn't just
put your hands on me.

Nobody's that lucky.

No, but thankfully I am that smart,

and you three are the twitchiest,

shiftiest, tellingest convicted felons

in the history of the game of poker.

No wonder you got caught.

What did you just say to me?

You have tells.

Whenever Draco has a bad hand,
he licks his lips... when Kentucky

gets anything remotely
good, he can't stop blinking,

and whenever you have a pocket pair,

you start to wax philosophical about
every murder you ever committed.

So if being the smartest person in the room

and being a master at
reading faces is cheating,

then, yeah, okay, I'm a cheater.

But if you're done wasting my time,

maybe we can get back
to playing some cards.

Okay, um...

Let's just take a... take a breath here.

This is a teachable
moment for me, I get that.

But, um, you know what we could do?

We could teach those hypocrites out
there what it is to be civilized men,

civilized men who use our... uhh!

Get his legs!

I saw you cheat, man!

Please leave a message
after the tone.

Hey, it's me.

I just talked to the doctor.

It's not good, Sarah.

She says it's about making him
more comfortable at this point,

however you do that in here.

I'll, uh... I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Can you do anything with it?

It's too pixilated for our facial
recognition software to get a hit.

Do you have the digital file?

Uh-huh.

Your people can't handle this?

I'd like to keep it out
of the system for now.

I'll see what I can do.

It's good to see you.

You've been a bit of a hermit since...

Nothing I don't understand, it's just, I...

It's good to see you too, Marcus.

Maybe we should grab dinner
sometime, like in the old days.

I'd like that.

Let me know about the photo.

I need you to tell Weller
you're having memories,

remembering him, remembering Clairfield.

But I'm... I'm not.

That's what these are for.

Memory will provide him comfort.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I heard about your dad.

Can... Can I... do anything?

No.

I don't think anyone can, no.

He's not gonna beat this.

Well, maybe you can take
me to meet him sometime.

He'll like that.

It's funny, you know...

We only just started
talking to each other again.

It... It's gonna be hard to...

Oh, uh, hey. Sorry.

- Hey.
- I didn't mean to...

It's all right.

Uh, I need to talk to you.

Sure.

Actually, I meant both of you.

Ever since we apprehended Rich Dotcom,

the marshals have been
trying to get him to roll over

on some of his dark web associates,

but he's been less than
cooperative, until today.

What changed?

He got his ass kicked in prison.

That sounds about right.

And now he wants to talk.

Actually, he already started.

He claims he can give us Sho Ahktar.

Does somebody want to catch me up?

Shohid Ahktar, eight on
the FBI's most wanted list.

He's basically the bank for every major
terrorist organization in the world.

Bring him down, we'll cripple
ISIS, Al Qaeda, Dabbur Zann.

We don't even know what Ahktar looks like.

How solid is Dotcom's intel?

The CIA confirmed that Rich has had
dealings with Ahktar in the past,

so I believe him when
he says he can deliver.

But... he's got a condition.

And what is that?

He says he'll only talk to you and Jane.

Holy derby, you two look great.

Wish I could say the same.

What are you saying? I don't look tough?

Are you kidding me? I
got a glimpse of myself

in the window here, I
thought I looked pretty tough.

- I don't look tough?
- No.

What have you got for us?

Okay, well, first of all,
I don't love this dynamic.

Where is, "Hello"?
Where is, "Are you okay"?

Where's, "Hey Rich, those bruises
make you look super tough"?

Also, what are your real names?

My name is Kurt Weller.

I'm a special agent with the FBI.

This is our consultant, Jane Doe.

Jane Doe? Wow.

So... so punk.

I dig the ink, too.

Did that hurt?

I heard the neck is the most sens...

Where is Sho Ahktar and how do we get him?

You see, that's what I love about you two.

You keep me focused.

Sho and I are old friends.

He and I used to do a
lot of business together

before you two took me out of the game.

And he has a soft spot
for unattainable art.

- "Unattainable"?
- Stolen.

And?

I just might have something
he won't be able to turn down.

The Gardner paintings.

- Oh, do I have your attention now?
- 1990,

13 works were stolen from
the Gardner Museum in Boston.

They're worth half a billion dollars.

Perfect job. No arrests.

No suspects.

And you have them?

I've already arranged
the exchange with Ahktar.

He wants to meet in the next
72 hours right here in New York.

Everybody knows you're in prison.

It was all over the news.

How does Ahktar expect you to meet him?

Because I'm breaking out.

Stay with me.

You fake my escape, I get you Ahktar,

and then I'll go right back to prison.

Medium security would be fine, okay?

These people are monsters in here
and have, like, zero sense of humor.

Also, the sex is surprisingly vanilla.

I keep telling people,
"Hello, we're in prison.

"What are you afraid of? Just get in there

and go for it and just
have some fun," you know?

I mean, treat me like a piece of meat.

- All right, enough.
- Okay, look...

Long story short,

I'm not gonna make it
in here, okay? I know me.

These people will kill me eventually.

So do you want Ahktar or not?

I think we can make that happen.

You know what you just did?

You just got the band back together.

- Please sign here.
- How many of these do I have to do?

Here.

You two aren't actually
married in real life?

Here.

'Cause you had some serious
chemistry back at the Hamptons.

It's all part of the act.

You know, that does make
sense, because I was getting

a lot of non-verbal sexual cues from you.

So just so you know, I was picking
up what you were putting down!

All right, where are these paintings?

Oh, I don't have them.

- What?
- Did I say I had them?

Yeah, that is exactly what you said.

No, I'm pretty sure I left
that part intentionally vague.

The important thing is
that I know where they are.

I just need your help stealing them
so we can use them to trap Ahktar.

All right, this was not part of the deal.

It's not not part of the deal.

So where are they?

Ooh, there's my angry little munchkin.

You know what, "Stubbles,"
why don't you have a seat,

I'll walk you through it.

Start walking.

The works we seek are contained within

an unassuming brownstone
in the heart of Cobble Hill.

This pleasant home belongs
to a renowned art historian,

decorated former Marine, and perpetrator

of the Gardner heist,
professor Randall Turner.

The good professor teaches
at some of the finest

art schools in the city,
when he's not busy being

the finest burglar of the 20th century...

exacting, precise, and sociopathically
brutal when the job calls for it.

If you have unlimited funds, a flexible
moral compass, and a penchant for art

that's not for sale, Turner's your man.

But the Gardner job was special.

That one he did for himself.

And to keep his precious paintings safe,

he built an entire house around them,

complete with the most insane
security system I've ever encountered.

Security measure number
one, the smart watch.

On his wrist at all times,
it disarms and re-arms

every room as he walks through it.

We turn down the wrong hallway without it,

it triggers the alarm.

Turner keeps his prized paintings
in a windowless concrete gallery

in the middle of his house,

completely insulated
from the outside world.

To access it,

we need to get past
security measure number two,

a 12-digit keypad lock,

and security measure number three,

a heat-sensitive palm scan.

All of which brings us to
security measure number four,

and believe me, I've
saved the worst for last.

Each painting is tethered
to five separate wires

leading into the wall behind it.

Remove the painting without
disengaging the wires

and a shotgun blast fires
from behind the canvas,

destroying the paintings and
killing any would-be thief.

I mean, overkill much?

Okay, how do you know all of this?

Because I've been
planning this job for ages,

and I would have gotten away with it,
too, if it weren't for you meddling kids.

Why do we need the paintings at all?

Just tell Ahktar you have them and
then we'll take him down at the meet.

Yeah, that would totally work,

if Ahktar was a complete idiot.

But there's a reason you don't
even have a photograph of the man.

He's incredibly thorough
and incredibly paranoid.

12 hours prior to the meet,

he is going to request one
of the paintings at random,

We won't know which one.

I'll send it over and if it checks out,

he'll tell us how and where the
rest of the handoff goes down.

And you're sure he'll be there?

Ahktar is meticulous.

These are the most prestigious paintings
in the entire underground art world.

He's gonna want to verify them himself.

Fine, but we are FBI,

so we don't need to steal them.

We get a warrant and we arrest him.

Can we start assuming that criminals that
have avoided capture their entire lives

are just a titch smarter than you?

Turner wears a kill switch around his neck.

And, of course, there's
purism created by...

He even smells the word Fed,

he presses a switch and
the gallery incinerates,

destroying all the art and any evidence
that could lead to a conviction.

Look, we can't arrest Turner and
we don't have time to make fakes,

so if you wish to capture Ahktar,

we need to steal the Gardner paintings.

If we do play along...

what's your plan?

This is the way I think it should play out.

Step one, we smoke him out.

This is actually kinda fun.

My mom and I used to build these
RC cars and race 'em around.

Kinda feels like that.

Okay. In position, here goes.

And... we're cooking with gas.

Yes, I'd like to report a gas leak.

Okay, his call's gone through.

Hey, what's going on?
You the guy with the leak?

I'm the one who called.

You want me to fix it from here?

I use induction burners.
Must be one of the neighbors.

Hey, you called me.

Why don't I just come
inside and take a look?

I said it's not coming from in here.

Do your job, figure it out.

Okay, okay. It's cool, it's cool.

You have yourself a wonderful day.

Now, these smart watches
map and store movements

of their users to an insane degree.

It's all in the name of fitness
tracking, but in the wrong hands...

these, for example...
they're a veritable gold mine.

All we need is to find
the right line of code

from the data Reade cloned
from his watch and...

there we go.

- Right?
- That's actually...

- That's pretty smart.
- What's smart?

So he's isolated Turner's
hand movements corresponding

to when he typed in his 12-digit key code.

It's just like looking over his shoulder,

except you have to be a genius to do it.

And since we know the exact
brand and make of the keypad,

we can use his hand gestures
to extrapolate the code.

We just beat security measures one and two.

- "We."
- Well, how do we pass the hand scanner?

Oh, that's simple.

We just take a trip up to
my storage unit in Yonkers.

It's a quick drive. I call shotgun.

Just tell me what I'm looking for.

Look, I don't know what to tell you.

Okay, it's a huge storage unit.
I don't know where the thing is.

What are you gonna do, bring it all here?

This is so stupid!

My locker was messy, but I had a
system. This is just a disaster.

What if this is his way of
sneaking something into the FBI?

We X-rayed everything, demagnetized it,

tested it for explosives,
chemicals... we're good.

Here it is!

Oh, here it is.

One glove?

You made me drag all this
junk up here for one glove?

I didn't make you do anything.

I voted field trip. You chose...

- Okay, what does that thing do?
- This thing is the culmination

of over a year spent
collecting partial prints

from door handles, coffee mugs, chairs,

so that my right hand
perfectly replicates Turner's.

This thing is how we beat the palm scanner.

- Great, hand it over.
- Hand it over?

Dad joke!
Beep-bop-bo...

Give it to me.

- Now.
- Am I talking to myself?

It has to be my hand.

You try to get your fleshy meat paw
into this thing and it'll never work.

I have to come with you.

It's fun, right?

We need to shut down this whole
operation, send him back to prison.

I don't trust him, either, but it's not
like we're letting him do the job alone.

He'll be unarmed, he'll be with us.

Yeah, and he'll be unpredictable.

It's too dangerous, Ally.

I've been doing this job for ten years.

I don't need you to evaluate risk for me.

He's playing us.

I don't know how yet, but trust me.

You don't know this guy.

How 'bout you stop telling
me things I don't know?

- How about that?
- Enough!

Groups like ISIS and the Dabbur Zann
have been flourishing thanks in large part

to the money Ahktar has
been siphoning to them.

I understand that.

Taking Ahktar out of circulation
would be a massive blow

to terrorist organizations
around the world.

The mission's a go.

Turner has a seminar at 3:00 p.m.

That gives you, Dotcom, Jane, and Ally

two hours to break in,
remove the art, and get out.

Also referred to as Cubist Realism,
its artists were known as Immaculates,

and with good reason, so...

Tell me, what's going
on here? What do you see?

Good here. Lecture just started.

But remember...

Turner has a fatal kill switch.

If he returns early, Reade
and Zapata won't be able

to stop him without endangering you.

- So you two are dating, huh?
- Just focus on the lock.

That explains why you're
both so grumpy all the time.

You're a terrible match. Way too similar.

It's like trying to put a
square peg in a square peg.

Also, I'm pretty sure she's a lesbian.

If that door's not open in five
seconds, I'm gonna break your jaw.

I'm just saying, historically,

I have a pretty good nose
for this sort of thing.

Fine. I'll break your nose.

Play your cards right, you get a
little holy trinity going, am I right?

Move. Move.

Give it to me.

Ready?

I just got really turned on.

No alarm.

This thing actually works.

Was there ever any doubt?

- There still is.
- Where is the trust?

All right. Number?

0-5-2-0

7-8-0-1-1-3-1-2.

- Huh.
- What the hell is this?

That is an iris scanner.

Don't panic, we got plenty of time.

Let me just think. We just need to...

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Start panicking.

Well, what happens if that reaches zero?

It gets very hot in "hurr."

I'm sorry, terrible joke.
I just got quite nervous.

Patterson. Any ideas?

It's a Biro 7-9-1
eye scanner.

Ugh... Why did it have to be a Biro?

Hey, Patty, this is Rich.

She can hear you from over there.

- Please don't call me Patty.
- The doors are electromagnetic.

If we cut the power,
the locks would disengage

- while the system restarts.
- Wouldn't that alert Turner?

Yeah, but it would still
take him like a half an hour

- to get back here.
- So...

we have to be fast.

Yeah, or dead if he trips his kill switch.

If I'm Turner, I'm not gonna destroy
my priceless beloved stolen paintings

over a false alarm.

I don't think. Who feels lucky?

Can you disengage all 11 paintings

- in half an hour?
- Maybe.

30 seconds.

This is exciting.

Patterson... can you cut
this power in 30 seconds?

- On it.
- If you hack into the local grid,

there should be... She's got it covered.

We need to find something
to brace the doors open

or else they're just gonna slam shut

when the power comes back on.

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...

That is the bronze eagle finial.

You just made a $100,000 doorstop.

You're welcome.

You may recognize his 1910,

Nu Dan la Forêt.

Now, note this...

_

Uh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to cut class short today.

Apologies.

He's on the move. You sure you
don't want us to take him down now?

No! Our guys are in the gallery right now.

If he spots you and hits that kill
switch, they are literal toast.

Now, this is a two-person
job, the brains and the muscle.

Weller, you're the muscle. So, can you...

Okay, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Okay, now, the muscle carefully
lifts the painting off its hook

and moves it forward about an inch.

Now, this will allow the brains

to sever the tension wires from its back...

thus freeing it from the
explosive shotgun charge.

So, you know... steady hands.

Once the muscle has the weight,

he can't move until all five
tension wires have been cut.

Otherwise, you get a bunch
of new holes in your face.

Now lift, lift.

Step back slowly... Slowly.

That's one down, ten to go.

Boys versus girls?

Um... guys, I have some bad news.

- Turner is...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

New holes in the face, remember?

Guys? Hello?

- Patterson?
- The comms are dead.

They can't make it through the lead door.

- Turner must be close.
- Panel by the door.

Think you can do something about that?

- Yeah.
- On it.

So tell me again why you're not with Jane?

'Cause I mean every time
something goes wrong,

or goes right for that matter, you
look at Jane first... not Ally, Jane.

Doesn't mean a thing.

Some people might think that it means
you're more worried/excited about Jane

than you are about lady
Tommy Lee Jones over there.

Why don't you focus on cutting the wires

and disarm the shotgun aimed at my face

and stop talking about Jane.

I can do both. I'm an
excellent multitasker.

I think I got something.

Uhh! Damn!

Repeat, Turner is in the house!

You need to get out! Do you read?

Easy, easy, easy.

Hold it.

Cut the wires!

Two to go!

Jane. Jane!

Jane...

Al. Ally!

- Yeah.
- You okay?

Yeah. I mean...

I mean, I'm seeing two
of you, but I'm okay.

Three's company, we got a problem.

You think Ahktar's gonna notice that?

How long until Ahktar tells us
which painting he wants to inspect?

- 13 hours.
- Well, we could cross

our fingers and hope he
doesn't choose this one.

We can't take that risk.

There's no way that you can fix this?

There's maybe five
people in the whole world

who can restore this type of damage,
and none in the time frame that we need.

You know someone.

Come again?

When we put you away, you
were one of the biggest

black market players in the world.

You know someone who can fix this.

I do?

We don't nail Ahktar, you go
straight back to maximum security.

So if there's someone you
can call, I suggest you do it.

It's not that easy.

I mean, even if I did know
somebody, then this person

could hypothetically be a fugitive.

So, I would need some sort of guarantee

that this person, who may or may not exist,

would not get arrested if
they were to help us out.

I'm not giving out blind blanket immunity.

I'm not saying immunity, just amnesty.

You know, just a freebie, one-time thing.

And some money, obviously.

I could probably sell
that to this hypothetical,

fictional person that may or may not exist.

Fine.

All right. Put 'er... there.

I just thought we'd maybe...

I'll just take your word for it.

Can I borrow your phone, please?

I present to you Boston Arliss Crab,

the world's premiere art restorer.

If he's the world's premiere art
restorer, what's he wanted for?

He may have forged a
painting or two... hundred.

Hold this a second?

Oh!

You do not get to call me out
of the blue after five years

of nothing and pretend like we're okay.

We are not okay.

You left me in Nice holding the bill for
that horrifically vandalized hotel suite,

and then I find out three weeks later,

you're gallivanting
around Rome with a woman?

- A woman?
- A very beautiful, very famous woman.

That's got to take some
of the sting out of it.

Or not.

I hate to interrupt your
little reunion here, but...

Oh, I'm not here for him.

I'm here for the Gardner paintings.

Well, I've seen worse.

I'll need a week.

You've got ten hours.

That is much less time!

Uh, all right, um...

I'll need to scan all the paintings first.

Wait, why? This is the only
one that's been damaged.

- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Special agent...

Great. So, we've established
that you know nothing about art.

I...

The buyer is going to want to
inspect all of the paintings,

so if I'm going to restore this one,

I need to match it to the others.

Light damage, dust
accumulation, pigment fail.

They need to be uniform,

so why don't you show me just how
special you are, special agent whatever,

by getting me my scanner and rounding
up all the other paintings so I can get

started doing the thing that none of you

know how to do with not
enough time to do it?

How about that?

- Are you kidding...
- No, no...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Settle down, all right?

Let's get him set up.
The sooner he finishes,

- the sooner we can get him out of here.
- Okay.

Can you help me with this?

Squancher?

Yeah, it's a niche dating site
with surprisingly good encryption.

I use it to talk to Ahktar under the radar.

Also use it for other things.

I'm, uh, Kim Burly.

So I take it you don't date very often?

There's no Mr. Doe in your life?

No tattooed knave with a heart of gold?

You know, this new prison is going to allow
conjugal visits. I just want to float that

out there on this new idea cloud and...

Oh, here we go.

"Tall Tim." This is Ahktar.

I want to meet a fat Frenchman.

See how heavy he really is.

- What?
- Okay, we're in luck.

He wants to see one of the
Degas, La Sortie de Pesage.

That should buy us enough time
to mend the Vermeer, right?

Well, unless Crab screws it up.

I've got just the guy.

When can I introduce you?

He's giving me the
instructions now, he's...

My guys will deliver and
tail Ahktar's courier.

What?

I mean, you could try,
but you're gonna lose him.

We'll see.

Yeah, see him slip your
tail? Absolutely, we will.

Just... write it down.

Done.

Hey, here.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

I really like Ally.

I mean, she seems... smart.

And... beautiful and tough.

I can totally see the appeal.

- Uh, I really...
- You...

You don't really want to
talk about this with me.

No, it's...

Hey, Ally.

Did you track Ahktar's people?

Uh, he slipped our tail.

He contacted Rich, though.

I guess the painting checked
out, 'cause he just set the meet.

- How we doing over here?
- Well, he's still alive,

so I'd say we're doing pretty good.

I meant the painting. Is it okay?

No.

It's fantastic.

Ahktar has allegedly set
up shop in the penthouse

of the Binder Hotel, where he's hosting

a very exclusive Gatsby-themed party.

And he's expecting Rich and
the paintings there in an hour?

You know, it's actually
a good thing you brought

all my stuff from storage, 'cause I
think I have a tux in there, so thank you.

All right, we're gonna
fit him with that bracelet.

It's gonna transmit his
audio and his location.

We'll be in position outside
in a surveillance van.

And since we have no idea
what Ahktar looks like

and only a couple phone
recordings to voice match,

it's on Mr. Dotcom's
shoulders to confirm our tango.

The second he has positive
ID, Rich will use the phrase...

"Mustard on the beat, ho."

♪ Mustard on that beat, ho! ♪

Supposed to be in my voice.

Hear the phrase, take the room, got it.

Not a second before.

- All right, let's get changed.
- Um, I'm sorry, "let's"?

As in, le... let us? As in you and me?

You think we're gonna
let you go in there alone?

- I'm your date.
- You?

You're the coppest cop that ever copped.

I walk in with you, I'll be dead
before the doors open all the way.

Fine. I'll go with you.

As what, my cousin Stu from the FBI?

No, you know what? I'm out.
Okay, that prison sucks,

but at least I'm not dead!

I'll go.

I look the part, right?

- And I can handle him.
- She certainly can.

And I mean, she definitely
doesn't read as civil servant.

I can do this.

We can't let this fall apart now.

Jane goes.

Let's suit up.

- Jane...
- Look, I'll be fine.

This Ahktar guy is no joke, all right?

We'll be just outside.

If you think it's going sideways,
say the word, I'll be there.

Are we doing this or what?

Why'd you cover up the
tattoos? I love the tattoos.

They draw unnecessary attention.

That's smart. That's good
thinking. Keep a low profile.

Hey, what did "Stubbles"
whisper to you back at HQ?

Looked really intense.

He just told me to be careful.

Hmm. Yeah.

He really seems to
worry about you a lot.

We are part of a team,

and teams look after each other.

Right.

I mean, it's for sure more than
that, but, hey, "E" for effort.

I thought you said this was a Gatsby party?

Why is no one else dressed up?

I may have misread the code.

- Gunshots.
- Weller, stand down.

He's not shooting at us, he's... dancing.

- Wait, is that...
- Oh, boy.

Looks like someone's
been on a bit of a bender.

He gets a little paranoid
when he's been doing blow.

Oh!

This might be a little more
dangerous than I thought.

Ahh.

Rich Dotcom!

Doing a little dancing there?

- Love to dance.
- I can see that.

This city has an energy.

When I'm here, I must dance.

I must!

- Who is your friend?
- Don't worry about her.

- I wasn't asking you.
- Well, you kind of were.

We aren't friends.

We're just sleeping together.

Rich Dotcom.

Are those what I think they are?

God, I hope so.

The Gardner paintings.

Feels like a dream, doesn't it?

If it was a dream, I'd be naked.

Dotcom!

Let's see what we got, shall we?

No, no, thank you.

Well, I'm here...

Oh, hello, old friend.

Is it him?

If it's him, say the phrase.

I know how this works.

Something I find hard to fathom...

Rembrandt and Vermeer, two
masters of the Dutch golden age

living less than 50 miles
away from each other,

and yet they never met.

The world must have
seemed so impossibly big.

Yet here we are,

two masters from opposite
sides of the globe

standing face to face.

The world is much smaller now.

Perhaps too small for the both of us.

What are you doing? Take
the gun out of his mouth!

These paintings are fakes.

- We gotta take the room.
- No, no, no, no.

He hasn't said the phrase yet.

He hasn't confirmed that it's Ahktar.

Well, it's a bit hard with
a gun in his mouth, isn't it?

You guys might want to come and see this.

Four real serious gentlemen
headed up to the penthouse

- in the north elevator.
- We're pulling them out.

Let's go.

We stole these from Randall Turner,
the perpetrator of the Gardner heist.

- Mm.
- These are real.

- Mm.
- Please, look again.

- You think I'm stupid?
- Mm-mm.

I don't need to look twice
at second-rate forgeries.

Get down! ISI! Down!

You're working for ISI?

Get down! Get down!

- Who?
- Mm! Mm!

Put your weapons down! Put 'em down!

Put your hands up! Put your hands up!

Drop your weapon!

Mustard on the beat, ho!
Mustard on the beat, ho!

Code phrase, code phrase! Aah!

Gah!

You know, these stairs go down, too.

Why are we bothering to chase this guy?

Throw it away.

Go on!

Let's go.

On your knees, both of you.

Maybe we should get out of here.
You might have a... a rat back there.

Oh... Oh!

Oh, man, that hurts!

You're the rat.

And after tonight, everyone will know.

You're finished!

Okay, at least spare the lady, okay?

She's just an innocent hooker I
picked up on the way over here.

I have very few friends in this world.

It fills me with great sadness
that I'll now have one less.

Looks like you left it all
on the dance floor, hey, bro?

Aah!

Wait. If these guys are ISI...

Pakistani Intelligence.

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- Rich!
- Stay back!

Rich, what are you doing?

Get down from there!

Stay back!

Put your guns down!

Hold your fire! We're ISI!

Who tipped them off?

Rich.

You two, secure this room.

You're with me.

Don't take another step, Jane!

Rich, get down from there!

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

It's too late.

Ahktar was right, I'm a dead man.

I can't go back to prison.

Snitches get stitches.
You heard that, right?

No?

I'm a bird...

and birds are meant to fly.

How much coke have you had?

Rich! Get back in here!

Get off the ledge, Rich!

Don't move! Don't take another step!

You nearly had us killed down there!

Jane, listen to me.

Life is short, you follow your heart.

You tell Weller how you feel!

- That's it.
- Rich!

- No!
- Rich!

What the hell just happened?

We just got played.

Whoo, hoo-hoo!

Oh, my God, that was exhilarating!

- You got 'em?
- Oh, no, the paintings!

Yes, I have them.

Oh, God, you're bleeding.

And you're beautiful.

Now let's get the hell out of here.

- Let's get a little music going.
- Ah, I'm the DJ.

A parachute?

We think it was built into his tux.

We searched his belongings for...

explosives and computer equipment.

We weren't looking for hidden parachutes.

Rich was the one decoding
Ahktar's Squancher messages,

so he lied about the Gatsby party

so he could wear it.
Yeah, but how'd he know

we'd bring his entire
storage locker to him?

He didn't. He gambled. And as we all know,

he's pretty comfortable taking risks.

What about the paintings?

The Degas was real. Why
were the others fakes?

They weren't, until Crab scanned them,

which I was very strongly
against, if you'll recall,

and he was very particular
about what order we did them in.

He must have been switching them out.

- Bringing Crab in was my idea.
- Was it?

There's maybe five people in
the world who can restore them.

I bet he even planned the beating
that started this whole thing.

- Thank you so much for this.
- Thank you.

I'd beat your ass for free.

This whole thing was an
elaborate prison break.

And a second Gardner heist.

- Well, at least we got Sho Ahktar.
- But did we?

We got no photos of him.

A poor voice recording.

And the only guy that claims that
he can identify Ahktar is Rich.

What's Ahktar saying?

That he's not Ahktar.

We got played.

Just like I said that we would.

This guy's the dumbest genius or
the smartest idiot I've ever met.

All right, let's call it a night.

All right.

So we gonna wash this day
away with some nice scotch?

I think I'm gonna pass.

Why? Hang on.

Because of what Rich said on the roof?

He was just trying to
throw us all off-balance.

It's not about what he said, all right?

- It's about what I saw.
- And what'd you see?

There's something between
you and Jane, okay?

I don't know what it is.

I don't know if you know what it is, but...

don't make me feel crazy by
pretending it's not there.

I think I need some space.

Come on in.

How'd you make out?

I'm afraid there's just
not much photo to enhance.

Okay. Well, thanks for trying.

Hey, I've got a colleague in Denmark.

He's working on some new optic software.

Could I send it to him?

Can he be discreet?

He can.

This still mean I get my dinner?

- Of course.
- You should...

You should bring someone.

Sofia would want you...

Good night, Marcus.

Hey.

Dad.

What are you doing here so late?

Someone wanted to come
in and say hello to you.

Hi.

Taylor?

It's you, isn't it?

It's nice to meet you.

Don't you remember me?

Of course I do.

Dad... Dad!

It's all right. It's all right.

I... It's all right.
I'm all right, all right.

- In a bit of pain?
- Yeah.

Just rest.

Okay.

Just rest.

Did you remember him?

Were you just saying that?

Did we, uh...

Did we used to go fishing...

on a bridge over a stream?

Yeah... we did.

Anderson Creek.

You remember that?

When I saw his face, I...

Thank you, Jane.

Thank you for coming to see him.

It means a lot.

That's crazy, I was
just thinking about you.

You were?

Well, I'm actually coming
into New York next week,

so I was hoping...

I... I guess I was hoping, too.

Why don't you call me
when you get into town

and maybe we can grab a drink and talk?

You know we're talking now, right?

You don't know me very well yet,

but this is a big enough
step for me tonight.

- Believe me.
- Okay.

Well, uh, I'll see you soon.

Bye.

Bethany, don't shoot.

It's me.

Put the gun down, Bethany.