King & Maxwell (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Family Business - full transcript

There she is.

Same time, different guy.

Sean:
Doesn't she get tired?

Well, she is an athlete.

Hey, didn't you read her file?

Of course I read the file.

I always read the file.

Okay. What kind
of an athlete is she?

[ Camera shutter clicks ] I started to
read the file, and then the camera broke.

You were supposed to
read the file.

I was supposed to go out
and get us new equipment,



which I did.

It's called division of labor.

I still think you might have
wanted to consult me.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Hey. In our line of work,
we need high-end equipment

that doesn't malfunction
during the job.

What's to consult about?

I would have voted
not buying a camera

that cost more
than my first car.

Relax.
I told you.

- This camera will pay for itself.
- How?

Well, right now for example.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]

I can get within 10 feet
of our philandering jockey,

'cause I look like a tourist
checking my phone...



Not someone who's been
paid to take pictures of a...

Very... very...

Ooh, s-she's
a gymnast, huh?

No, Sean, she's not a gymnast.
She's a...

Oh, and they just
closed the blinds.

Show is over.

But don't worry
because I got the shots.

Matter of fact,
I got some amazing shots.

I'm telling you, this camera...

- Unbelievable.
- Sean, I think you've been made.

[ Chuckles ] - It's already paid for...
- Hey.

Give me that camera.

Or what?

Give me that camera right now,

or I will break your arm.

Sean, I fear for your life.

[ Chuckles ] You're adorable.

Go fetal!

Guard the camera
with your body!

I got it!
Camera's okay!

Good to know!

Say my name!

I don't know your name.
Oh!

King & Maxwell 01x07
Family Buisness
Original Air Date July 22, 2013

I can barely move my hand.

Probably should have
read the file.

If I could make a fist,
I would punch you.

Here's the invoice
for the adulterous cage fighter.

[ Slam ]

[ Telephone ringing
in distance ]

[ Groans ]

Is the phone ringing,
or is that my head?

No, I hear it, too.

Where's my...

What's...
What's this...

[ Ringing continues ]

Why is my phone in the fridge?

It kept asking me
the same question.

Press one for yes,
press two for no.

I pressed two.

It's a recording...

Asking if you know
a J.T. Maxwell.

I don't know
a J.T. Maxwell.

But you know he's
one of my brothers, right?

Then it should've
asked if I knew

of a J.T. Maxwell.

What's going on?

I'm trying to figure it out.

I just can't get a live person.

[ Gasps ] Huh?

It's from
D.C. Metro lockup.

Man: Your brother,
J.T. Maxwell...

My brother's in jail.

[ Slurring ]
I-I didn't know it was one-way.

Sean:
[ Sighs ]

Apparently, your brother
was getting a ticket,

and he tried to argue his case
right then and there.

[ Sighs ]

Coaches, bosses, cops...

Nobody tells J.T.
what to do.

Wasn't he a cop? Or was that
just your other three brothers?

All of us... kind of mandatory
to wear blue at some point

when your dad
is chief of police.

J.T. made a better cop
than all of us combined,

but he barely lasted a year.

- What happened?
- Same thing that always happens.

He got bored.
Hmm.

He's great
at everything he does

except for following through.

There he is.

Man: That wouldn't be
a problem.

Thanks for the help
in there, brother.

- Appreciate it.
- Get in here. All right.

Ohh!

There she is.

Little sis.

[ Grunts ]
[ Laughs ]

Ohh!

[ Sighs ]

Sean King... the man
with the plan.

J.T. Maxwell.

Nice to meet you.
Welcome to D.C.

This is how I find out
you're in town?

Yeah, sorry about that,

but, uh, you know how it is

when you're working a case.

What? A case?

Last I heard, you were opening

a-a swimming-pool bar
in Key West.

Yeah, I was, but that was before
I decided to follow your lead.

- Check it out.
Sean: - Huh.

You're a private investigator
now?

Yeah.
What do you think?

I think...

My favorite part is
the giant magnifying glass.

I know. But look
what it's magnifying.

A dancer? No, Michelle,
that's... that's a ninja.

A ninja.

Why would it be a dancer?

That makes, like, zero sense.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]

Wu, this is Michelle's brother.

Hi, uh...

[ Conversing in Cantonese ]

He speaks Cantonese?

That's my brother.

Lot of surprises.

My client's Elroy Culpepper.
Remember him?

Wealthiest man in Nashville.

Yep. Got a daughter
named Claire.

Calls her Daddy's Little Flower.
[ Chuckles ]

Anyway, she fell in love with
some guy on the Internet,

and Elroy's worried that he's
out to steal her trust fund,

so he hired me
to check up on him.

And what'd you find?

Name's Tommy Smith.

Claims to be
a D.C.- based businessman,

but I can't find a paper trail.

No work or credit history?

Nada... actually, there's
a P.O. Box in Dupont Circle.

That's what I was doing...
I was down there staking it out

to see if he showed up
when those two bicycle cops

came and got their panties
in a bunch,

'cause "technically"
I'm not licensed to operate

as a private investigator
in D.C.

Really sticklers, those guys.

Yeah, but turns out

this is a great opportunity
for you guys.

- Great.
- Terrific.

But you are technically licensed
in Nashville, right?

Passed the exam and everything?

W-well, there's...
whether or not I took a test

or even knew that there was
a test, that's not the point.

What the point is, is that
Metro's on my case now.

Let me guess.

This is where the opportunity
for us comes in.

Exactly.

My retainer's 10 grand,
half of which is yours.

All you got to do is cover me
while I look into this guy.

Metro would be less likely
to hassle him

if he's working with
two licensed P.I.s.

I don't know, J.T.

We don't usually take on
private family matters.

What are you talking about?

Half the cases we take on

are private fam...
[ Thud ]

Ow.
Why are you kicking me?

[ Thud ]
H-hey!

You just did it again.

You guys want to...

Do a little private
pow-wow thing, go ahead.

I'm gonna go update Culpepper.

Look...
I adore my brother,

but if I keep
cleaning up his messes,

he'll never grow up.

He just started
his own business.

What is more grown-up
than that?

He thinks airbrushing a picture
of Sherlock Holmes

on the side of a van
is all it takes

to be a private investigator.

Well, that is
a big part of it, certainly.

Look, it'll be harder
for him to get arrested

when he's under our noses.

But not impossible.
Trust me.

The guy at the mailbox place
said Tommy Smith

has his bill delivered
to this address.

So much for his
"successful businessman" story.

Hey, I bet that's the manager

sitting in that lawn chair
right there.

Okay. So, how do you
want to play this?

Sit tight.
I got this one.

What is he doing?

He's talking to the landlady.

Now...

He's motioning
for her to follow him.

You realize I can see everything
you're seeing, right?

Give me those.
I can read lips.

He's thanking her.

"Time is Lovely...
Time is Money."

No, I'm sorry. That's wrong.
He's saying lime with an "L."

"Lime is running out."

You have no idea
how to read lips, do you?

No.

But in my defense, it seemed like
something I would be good at.

He... he's going.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.
Come in.

All right,
if we all take a room,

we can do a full search
in less than five minutes.

Now, when I was on vice,

9 times out of 10,

they would hide the drugs
in the sofa cushion.

I don't have my bowie knife.
I left it in the car.

No! We're not gonna add
search and seizure

to illegal breaking
and entering.

The manager let me in.

All right?
According to the law,

we're still on the up-and-up
right now.

Sean, tell her.

W-well, technically,
your brother's right.

Ooh-hoo! J.T., one...
Little Mick [Pops lips] zero.

Little Mick?
Don't start.

And don't get me all riled up
by taking his side.

Hey, I'm only on the side
of the law, Little Mick.

Aha.
I knew it.

False alarm.
It's just sugar.

You do know real P.I.s
don't say, "aha."

Let's go, Sean, before
he accuses Tommy Smith

of God knows what.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hang on.

I found the gold mine.

Please don't take apart
the furniture.

Aha!

Tommy's got I.D.s
from all over...

Same face, different name.

What do you think?

Fine.

Aha.

[ Keyboard clicking ]
It's burglary.

It's not burglary.

We didn't take anything.

Took pictures.

We took pictures of pictures.

It's a gray area.

So, you're a P.I. Now.

I am.

It's just like being a cop,
without all the hassle.

Yeah... you mean laws.

Now I get why you left
the secret service...

All the paperwork.

I didn't mind it.

You miss that life?

Never. No.

No, no, no.
Nope.

I can tell by the five nos...
believe you.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.

Just like you like it.

Thank you.

Nice sandwich.

Hey, Benny.
This is my brother, J.T.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

Sean said you needed
a forgery consult?

How you doing?

Good.

Really good. Um, so,
I'm just gonna be in there.

He worked for you...
beginning of last year?

Woman:
No, September.

Right. I'm sorry.
September.

And he worked there until...

Until August.

Right. August.

Remember when our band totally
dominated at Senior Prom?

You mean the greatest
pyrotechnic display of all time?

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, looking back,
using real fire on stage

probably wasn't
the best judgment.

Yeah, you were lucky
you didn't burn the school down.

I was talking to dad.

He said I was lucky
that you thought

to bring a fire extinguisher...

Three of them.

[ Sighs ]

When were you talking to dad
about high school?

I was talking to him
last week...

On his birthday.

Mick, you said
you were gonna call him.

I was going to.

And then I didn't.

[ Sighs ]

Hey, guys.
Did you find anything?

Yeah, we paired
Tommy's I.D.s and nametags

with his driver's license,

and I've been calling
some of his old bosses.

I think we're getting pretty
close to forming a timeline.

Edgar: His longest job
was nine months...

A gas station in Louisville.

His shortest was six weeks
in Omaha.

Anything that says what
he's actually doing in D.C.?

Well, I got
an employee I.D. here

from a hospital in Baltimore.

Looks like your guy
tried to make it himself

by laminating
over a visitor's pass.

Quite clever, actually.

What do you mean, "tried"?
Well, it's a dud.

The print from the visitor's
pass shows through.

You could solve it easily
with a slip of plastic

or a piece of wax paper.

Maybe he did that next.

So that could be a first draft?

Probably was.
He was close.

Can you tell how recently
he made this?

The date on the visitor's pass
is from a few days ago.

So Claire's boyfriend
spends six years

bouncing around the South
and the midwest

and then suddenly
sets his sights

on a hospital in Baltimore.

Be nice to know why.

Seems like we should check out
St. Bartholomew's first.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Good afternoon.

C.C. Baxter, Medical Worker's
Union, Local 647.

I need to talk to one
of your orderlies...

Uh, Jason Franks.
I'll page him.

Uh, ma'am...

He's been the victim
of bullying, some intimidation.

Why don't I just go find him?

Patient areas in this hospital

are restricted
to cleared personnel only.

No exceptions.

Just wait here, sir.

Jason Franks, please report
to first-floor reception.

Jason Franks, please report
to first-floor reception.

What was that?

The tough guy stare-down?

He just doesn't like
being stared at

by some random guy
in a mental hospital.

I'm Jason.
You're looking for me?

Yes. We just have
a few questions.

You guys cops?

Yes.

We used to be.
It's not important.

We're private investigators
looking for a con man

who calls himself Tommy Smith.

No.

This guy?

Yeah, this guy was here
a few days ago...

Impersonating me, trying to get
into the South ward.

But luckily, you need
more than a hospital I.D.

You got to pass through
a thumbprint scanner.

You got a lot of security
around here.

What's in the South ward?

High-risk patients.

High-risk of what?

Escape.

It's a maximum-security
lockdown

for the criminally insane.

Hmm.

I'm sorry.
Did I do something wrong?

Don't like being touched.

How come?

I don't remember.

You know everything
in the world,

but you can't remember why
you don't like to be touched?

No.

Not everything in the world.

Numbers, data, dates...

Spoken data, printed data...

Patterns, sounds, smells.

When my mind gets like that,

I close my eyes
and take a deep breath.

Why?

Try it.

Chin up.

Close your eyes.

[ Breathing deeply ]

See?

Benny said most of the time
these I.D.s were so well made

she couldn't tell them
from the real thing.

He's trying to get into a place

most people want to get out of.

Why?

Well, that ward would be
pretty well-stocked

with powerful sedatives,
horse tranquilizers.

For criminally insane horses?

How badass would that be?

[ Laughs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Can I help you?

I'm sorry to disturb you all.

My name is Claire Culpepper.

I'm looking for
a Mr. J.T. Maxwell.

How can I help you?

My father hired you to scare off
my boyfriend, Tommy Smith.

I'm here because I need you
to do the opposite.

Please find him
and bring him back to me.

I've been leaving messages
for Tommy since yesterday,

calling and texting him
nonstop.

We've never gone this long
without talking.

Whatever you did,
I want you to undo it.

Well, I didn't do...
Look, your daddy hired me

to check up on
your boyfriend, all right?

- That's all I did.
- Then where is he?

Sean: I have
some bad news for you.

Tommy's a con artist.

He's probably moved on
to a new identity

and a new victim by now.

You should be relieved
to be done with that boy.

No. You're wrong.

You don't know him.

I don't think he wants anyone
to know him.

There's an explanation for this.
I know it.

Mr. Maxwell, whatever my father
is paying you and your team,

I'll double it.

We can't take her money.

J.T. already works
for Claire's father.

Well, wait.
It's not a...

It's not a conflict of interest

if I work for
both of them, is it?

- What?!
- No.

Sean, if you had to ballpark
a percentage.

It is 100% a conflict
of interest, J.T.

Really? Like the time
you were 100% sure

Devin Woods
wasn't cheating on you?

- Low blow.
- Yeah.

Guys, guys, guys.

Culpepper hired J.T.,
not us.

We can take Claire's case.

[ Sighs ] But should we?

She's just delaying
her heartbreak.

She needs us, Michelle.

[ Sighs ]

Claire: I didn't expect
to fall in love

with a guy on the Internet.

Is that why you kept
your relationship a secret?

Were you embarrassed?

I wanted to tell my family
as soon as it got serious.

Tommy said no.

Why?

He said we would
as soon as he was ready.

Ready as in engaged?

That's what I thought,
so I didn't push it.

But now...

I don't know.

I have to ask you
this question.

Did he ever ask you for money?

No. Never.

He didn't even talk about
material things.

Tommy helped me realize that
I wanted something different

than what my dad wants for me.

It's not easy
to forge your own path.

I'm 26 years old,

and I've never traveled
or lived on my own.

I went to law school for him.

I thought it would
make a difference.

A difference how?

Oh, don't get me wrong.
I know he loves me, but...

I'm sick of being
a disappointment

just because I grew up.

Hey, so what's the story
behind Little Mick?

[ Chuckles ]

Well, after four boys,
our parents were convinced

they were gonna have
another one,

so they wanted to name him Mick

after our grandfather.

Michelle was
the closest variation?

No, my dad didn't care
if she was a girl.

He wrote "Mick" right there
on the birth certificate...

My mom that changed the "K"
to an "H," but it stuck.

[ Chuckles ]

She said growing up
was like a fight to survive.

For me!

I fought with my old man
every day.

I figured if he wasn't
gonna be impressed

with what I was doing,
I'm gonna do what I want.

Not Mick.
She went the other way.

Trophies and awards,

and her and my old man
were like this.

And it worked...
for a while.

What happened?

She turned 16, 17,
started dating.

He put an end to it.

He said she couldn't
go on dates?

Oh, he didn't have to.

He'd just have the guy tailed
by an unmarked car.

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, well, that'd do it.

Huh.

Well, they're okay now,
though, right?

Michelle hasn't talked
to our father in...

Two years.

Hey. Hey.

I think that's our guy.

[ Tires screech ]

Sean: - Who the hell are these guys?
- Whoa, whoa. Hold on.

Man: Come here!

Aah!

Really?

[ Grunting ]

Put your hands up.

Stop.
Put your hands up.

Yeah, put them up like that.

Okay.
[ Groans ]

See?
It didn't even hurt.

[ Straining ]
Why are you helping him?

It's got to be fair.

You're not putting
your hands up.

Aah!

[ Tires squealing ]
Put some ice on it.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Where's Tommy?

He's...
he was right here.

We save him,
and he bails on us?

You're welcome!

You're sure it was the same guy
you saw at St. Bartholomew's?

He looked right at me,
and he was closer this time.

He wouldn't keep his hands up.

We need to go back
to the hospital.

Why? You all right?

You don't look bad.

No, to see Jason Franks.

Oh, he could help us
find the guy

that tried to kidnap the guy

that tried to impersonate him.

It's cleaner if we don't
put it like that.

He'd have access
to the visitors' logs.

We know the exact
day and time he was there.

Exactly.

Edgar, I got a name
for you to run.

Yeah. Joey Montoya.

And try Joseph, too.

Wow... that's
a lot of Montoyas.

Uh, I'll get back to you.

Hey, guys.

We got to narrow it down some.

All right, um...

Birthmarks, tattoos?

I don't think so.

How about jewelry?
Class ring, maybe?

Cufflinks.

Yeah, real douchey ones.

Well, that's a place to start.
What do you they look like?

[ Sighs ]

Blue...

Gold-ish. I don't know.
You know as well as I do

there's nothing more unreliable
than an eyewitness.

In the secret service,

we got credible details
from witnesses all the time.

There's a trick to it.

Just relax, close your eyes.

All right.
Picture him.

Now... see the cufflinks
in your peripheral vision.

Mostly blue or mostly gold?

Blue.

Okay, now the gold parts...

Do you see angles,
or do you see curves?

Angles.

A zigzag over a triangle.

Okay, how many humps
on the zigzag?

Two.

Like a-an "M."
It's not an "M."

It's an "M" on top
of a triangle.

Can't believe
I just remembered that.

I didn't even laugh
when you said humps.

That was awesome.
[ Laughs ] Way to go, Mick!

I did half the work,
but I-I get it.

You...
you guys are bonding.

Uh, an "M" on a triangle
is a Mayan symbol

for worshiping fertility.

A sigma on a triangle
represents

a traditional homo-erotic
male bonding ritual.

It's Greek letters.

You found all this

because Montoya's
college fraternity

gave out gold cufflinks.

Apparently, that was
his high point.

He spent the rest
of his 20s in prison.

Think they'd teach you how to
keep your hands up in there.

That picture of him
on a courthouse step...

that's recent.
Does it say what the case was?

[ Keyboard clacking ]

Rico... eight men tried together
on racketeering,

huh.
All acquitted.

That guy behind Joey Montoya
on the stairs,

he was at the hospital, too.

Edgar:
George Palmer, Esquire.

Jason Franks showed us
the hospital login sheets.

They claimed to be visiting
Ethel Donovich,

who, turns out, is in
a permanent vegetative state.

We need to figure out who else
was in the South ward

they might have gone to see.

Hey, Benny says she's
got something on the I.D.s.

I should check this out.

So, I know this S.S. guy
from back in the day.

Edgar gave me the digits
Tommy was using,

so I ran them by this guy.

And he says
they're the real article.

But how can the social security
numbers be real

if the identities are fake?

That's the other thing.

Most of those are real, too.

Joey Montoya was a bookie
and a leg-breaker.

Maybe Tommy Smith
owes him money.

Sure.

Tommy's in hiding.

That's why he's got
all the fake I.D.s.

Well, being on the run
makes sense.

But Claire is positive
he's not a criminal.

Mick, come on.

Huh?

She's sweet,
but how could she really know?

I've never seen someone
so sure of the guy she loves.

So I did some digging
on the numbers

to check the date of issue.

You know you've got
the rusty rake

when a guy born in the 1970s

has a social security number
issued in 2005.

Follow me?

All except the rusty rake.

It means fake.
Haven't you ever been to London?

Think Claire's right
about Tommy?

Or you just want her father
to be wrong?

Hey, he's still my client.

Hello.

Did you find anything, Edgar?

The lawyer in the picture
also represented

Bernard Cohen, A.K.A. The big C,
A.K.A. Street Boss.

Indicted six years ago,
trial still pending.

Currently resides at...

St. Bartholomew's hospital.

I remember that.

Mob boss in Baltimore wore
a pink bathrobe and a shower cap

to all the pretrial hearings.

That explains everything.

Great job, Edgar.

Yeah. I know.

So, Tommy's numbers match,

all issued 1979,
the year he was born.

Tommy's driver's licenses
aren't forgeries, Sean.

They're genuine
government issue.

Huh.

That's what I thought, too.

Holy shazam.

Always figured the government
had a cache of persons

who only exist on paper.

Well, what do you mean?

Names with socials,
history of addresses, and such,

so if anyone went looking,
nothing would seem out of place.

You think Tommy's a spy?

CIA?

No, he doesn't seem like
a government agent.

Who else could get primo cards
straight from the source?

Tommy Smith made a hospital I.D.
to see a mob boss.

Why?

I think I may know why.

- Hello.
- Sean? I have a theory.

[ Both ]:Tommy Smith is in the
Witness Protection program!

Why do you keep doing that?

I don't want you in my office.

I don't want you
in the building.

J.T., it was a pleasure
to meet you.

You're welcome anytime.

You two, please,
leave me alone.

Wow.

Rigby doesn't like you.

Did you actually think
he was going to confirm

that Tommy Smith is in WITSEC?

Not really, but he didn't
have to be so hurtful.

Well, WITSEC list is the most
private thing in the world.

Only the Marshals Service
has it, so...

Who are you calling?

[ Ringing ]

Marshals Service.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Southern accent ]
Hello, this is Deputy Gerard

calling from the Palmetto Grove
Sheriff's Department.

Listen, we picked up
a Tommy Smith for speeding here.

He asked us to call you.

He says he has a code word.

Probably just a nut case,
am I right?

Man: Can I speak with
your sheriff?

Oh, you want to speak
to the sheriff?

Well, he's right here.

Just a minute.

[ Southern accent ] This is Sheriff Glanville.
How can I help you?

I need to speak
with Tommy Smith.

Put Tommy Smith on the phone?
Yes.

Yes, sir.

We'll call you straight back.

Uh-huh.

[ Beep ] Nice dad impression.

[ Normal voice ] Yeah, well,
I do do a good sheriff.

Yeah, real good.

Well, sounds like
we were right.

Tommy Smith is in WITSEC.

Not anymore.

This guy I was talking to
on the phone,

he was in a panic to find him.

Edgar said the key witness
against Bernie Cohen

was his former
accountant, right?

Now, the name's been sealed.

This could be Tommy.

Well, that would explain why
Montoya tried to kidnap him.

If Bernie's
in psychiatric lockdown,

then who's running the show?

Maybe he is.

Maybe he's just pretending
to be crazy. Think about it.

Why would somebody deemed
mentally incompetent

be meeting with his attorney
on the regular?

Bernie meets
with George Palmer.

George Palmer makes the moves
on the outside.

Guys, guys.

We can solve all of Tommy boy's
problems, okay,

and also clean up
a lot of Baltimore's trash

if we go mano a mano
with this Palmer.

We're trying to find
Tommy Smith.

Now you want to start
a war with the mob?

Why do you...
do you see what she does?

No matter what you want to do,
she puts a bad label on it.

I have noticed that,

but I do think
finding Tommy Smith

is the way to go.

The one thing we know
for sure...

if Tommy's the accountant,
his life is in danger.

They're probably gonna have
the whole damn Marshals Service

looking for him right now.

Well, we've got something
they don't.

Mm-hmm.

[ Sighs ] I thought I knew him.

We still don't have
all the answers, Claire.

But we know Tommy's in danger.

What do you want me to do?

Call him.

But he's been ducking
all my calls.

Leave him a message.

Tell him you're in D.C.
with people he can trust.

Tell him you want to
meet him at the fountain

at Montrose Park
at 5:00.

You think he'll listen?

Well, that depends.

I mean, he told you
he loved you, didn't he?

We know he's a liar,
but did he lie about that?

[ Door opens ]

J.T., what was that
all about?

I don't think this scheme
of yours is gonna work.

Oh, so it's a scheme?

Who's putting a bad label
on things now?

I'm serious, Mick.

Claire's father's
been calling me nonstop.

What do I tell him?

That you're following
every lead

and you'll call him
when you know something.

That's what P.I.s do.

Can't you stick
with the plan just once?

[ Door closes ]

[ Beep ]

Woman:
Law offices.

George Palmer, please.

Hey, you want Tommy Smith,

he's gonna be at the fountain
in Montrose Park at 5:00.

[ Beep ]

If he doesn't show,
I-I don't know what I'll do.

I can't live without him.

That's not true.

I have given up everyone else
in my life for Tommy.

Not yourself.

That's all you really need.

Tommy.

Claire.

Hi, Tommy.

Hi.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to fix it first.

Is that why you went to see
Bernie Cohen in the hospital?

To try and fix it?

They found out about Claire.

I would've done anything
to keep her safe.

I left WITSEC.

I was even gonna
recant my testimony.

It wouldn't have mattered.

The mob doesn't give pardons.

I thought I could offer you

the kind of life you deserve...

but I can't even tell you
my real name.

I don't care what your name is.

I know who you are.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Oh.

Get behind me.

Hey, guys.

Stop and drop your weapons...

Now!

Michelle: I'll get at least
one of you.

Probably two, guaranteed.

[ Grunting ]

[ Choking ]

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up here.

Listen to me.

Don't ever point a gun
at my sister.

[ Panting ]

What's up?

I thought you weren't
gonna make it.

[ Scoffs ] We almost didn't.

Rigby was pretty pissed
to get a voicemail

saying you guys
were doing a mob takedown.

Hey, I said,
"Be there or be square."

What more does he want?

Thanks for going with my idea.

Uh, I think you mean my idea.

No, mine was the one
where we found Tommy

and got Palmer without starting
a war with the mob.

That was my plan.

Well, I don't like plans.

I like to improvise.

That is the dumbest thing
I've ever heard.

I'm a ninja.

A ninja.

Watch out for
the giant magnifying glass.

My brother thinks
being a P.I.

means you don't have to do
paperwork.

How did J.T.
get out of this, anyway?

If you find the answer to that,
I'll give you $1 million.

Thanks.

Uh, Michelle?
Mr. King?

We just came to say goodbye.

Goodbye?
Where you two going?

[ Chuckling ] Actually,
we have no idea.

We hope it's somewhere warm.

[ Laughs ] I don't understand.

We're entering witness
protection together.

I can't believe it, but...

Claire is willing
to go with me.

What about your dad?

I told him that I'm happy.

Thank you both
for having faith in us.

You're welcome.

Okay, the Marshals are ready
to take you two

to wherever it is you're going.

We're ready.

Well, good luck,
wherever you end up.

Oh, be sure to thank
J.T. for us.

He's the best.

Will do.

George Palmer's barely been
in custody a few hours.

Singing?

Like one of the three tenors...

Serving up details
about the syndicate he ran

for the Baltimore street boss.

Soon as Palmer became
a coconspirator,

he gave up all
attorney-client privilege.

Bernie's crazy act
fell apart at the seams.

He'll be in jail
before the end of the week.

[ Sighs ]

You're welcome, Rigby.

You did good.
All of you.

All of us?

[ Elevator dings ]
Yeah... you,

J.T., Michelle.

These are incomplete.

You should think about changing
the name of your firm

to Maxwell, Maxwell, & King.

Don't even think about it,
Little Mick.

Relax, Baby Spinz.

- Where'd you hear that?
- Your yearbook.

Hey, by the way, you look good
in a mullet.

Business up front,
party in the back.

Hey, Sean, I didn't know
you were captain

of your
break-dancing squad.

[ Sighs ]

That must've been
a different Sean King.

I don't think so.

[ Sighs ]

[ Clears throat ]

And it's "spin."
The "Z" is silent.

Hey.

Hey.

So, Tommy and Claire
are going into

the Witness Protection program
together.

They told me
to tell you thank you.

Good for them.

I'm lousy at goodbyes anyway.

- I know.
- Yeah. You want some pie?

No, thanks. I'm good.

Yeah, well, I don't blame you.

It's not very good.

You know where they're gonna
have great pie?

Where?

J.T.'s Swim-up Bar
and Café in Chile.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ] You found
an investor in Chile?

Yes, I did.

Well, technically,
it's not an investor

as much as it is
an adventure-tour place

that offered me a job,
but you know how much

I've always wanted to kayak
the Rio del Carmen.

- No, I didn't know that.
- Yeah.

Are you mad...

'cause I didn't follow through?

No, I'm bummed
that you're leaving.

This was fun.

Yes, it was.

I'm glad that
I came out here to D.C.

to see how well you're doing.

We didn't really get
to talk about home,

but we'll do it next time.

What's happening at home?

A little bit of a health scare
with dad.

Just...

Is he okay?

He's okay.

He sent you to make peace
with me, didn't he?

[ Sighs ]

He's even more stubborn
than you.

But if he did...

would you call him?

I'll try...

to try.

Fair enough.

[ Chuckles ]

Hey, I know
I haven't said it lately...

But I'm proud of you, big bro.

Always have been,
always will be.

What? What?

Are you... what?
What'd you say?

[ Southern accent ] Can you say
that in my good ear, there?

[ Clears throat ]
What did you say?

[ Southern accent ] I said...
Say it again. Say it again.

Give me some of that pie.

- Mm-hmm-hmm.
- Here.

[ Normal voice ] Bad, isn't it?

[ Normal voice ] The worst.

- Well, it's mine.
- Mnh-mnh.

- So slide it back on...
- Mine now.

- No, don't do the...
- Mnh-mnh.

Don't do the giraffe thing.

- Reach for it.
- I hate when you do that.

- Reach for it.
- Can I get some pie, please?