King & Maxwell (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Locked In - full transcript

While they are visiting Rigby at the FBI headquarters, everyone is locked in when someone manages to infiltrate the building and kill a witness for a congressional investigation. Rigby has to swallow his pride and ask them for their help.

♪ We got one more night
in the city ♪

♪ feeling larger than life
all around this floor ♪

♪ we got what we got
and we run what we run ♪

♪ in the city of sun,
the days are drumming ♪

♪ be yourself,
come out to play ♪

♪ take a chance,
go all the way ♪

Stroke!

Stroke!

Just a little power move
on your port side, baby.

Boo-yah!

Olympic rower, my ass.



You owe me 100 bucks.

Good looks and a gracious
winner, to boot.

You're every girl's
dream, Elliot.

Coxswain Elliot, to you.

Pay up, Sugar Sticks.

Smile for the camera, Coxswain.

Who the hell are you, pal?

This is my partner, Sean.

We're private investigators.

Hired by the Eagleston
Insurance Company.

You remember them,
don't you, Elliot?

They're the ones
that gave you 500 grand

when you slipped and fell
in that hardware store.

Claimed you couldn't walk.



Thanks to this video,

you'll be going to jail
for insurance fraud.

Come on, who uses a helicopter?

And by the way, my partner
here... she let you win.

Boo-yah.

King & Maxwell 01x09
Locked In
Original Air Date August 5, 2013

Clarence is at my desk.

First he takes out
my side-view mirror.

Now he's in my spot.

A test dummy is secretly
plotting to replace you?

Seriously,
who put him at my desk?

Edgar?

No, Sean.

Don't look at me.

Wait. Wha...

Don't hurt your brain.

Insurance-fraud case.

Get money. Get paid.

Sean, it's Wednesday.

I'm just trying to, uh...

Make grilled cheese?
On Wednesday?

I will, Edgar, I am just
trying to find the, uh...

Velveeta, fridge, second shelf.

No, Edgar.

I'm looking for evidence...
A stolen auto part.

Right place for everything.

It's a steering wheel.

I wanted to get it to Rigby

to see if he could run it
for fingerprints.

Everything in its right place.

What are you not
telling me, Edgar?

So many things.

Where's the steering
wheel, Edgar?

Edgar?

Kitchen cabinet
with the other round things.

Of course it is.
Michelle?

I'm gonna listen to it.

That's awesome.
That is so nice of you.

- I'll see you tonight.
- Okay, thanks.

Who was that?

Keith.

He was just
dropping off a mix cd.

A mix cd.

Isn't that a little bit
high school?

Not really
any of your business.

I'm just saying,
he's a little young.

He just has
a youthful appearance.

Whatever helps you
sleep at night.

Don't we have a steering wheel
to get to Rigby?

I think it's hiding
with the plates.

Deputy Director
George Clark called.

He said you got the green light
for the Secret Service.

Shh! Edgar!

Please, keep your voice down.

You should call him back.

And I will, but for now,

can we just keep it
between you and me?

I'm driving.

I think I figured out
why you're dating Keith.

It's a mix cd,
not a diamond ring.

No, it's the same reason you
always insist on driving...

Same reason you're always
accidentally opening my mail.

You like to be in control.

He told me how old he is, Sean.

We're not that far apart
in age.

I will bet you a steak dinner
Keith can't rent a car yet.

Oh. It is on
like Donkey Kong.

Rigby.

Oh, hey, Rigby.

Hi.

I'm Sean King.
Michelle Maxwell.

This is my boss, Adic Wallace.

Assistant Director in Charge.

King and Maxwell,

the infamous disgraced
Secret Service agents

turned private detectives.

Why are they here?

We're just here to see
our friend Rigby, sir.

They're your friends,
Agent Rigby?

"Friend" is a strong word.

Uh-huh.

Bring Adams to holding cell 1.

I'll be there in 20.

I want his statement on a 302

before he goes to Capitol Hill.

Just try and be
a little professional.

"Adic"?

He's like the Rigby
to your Rigby.

What do you want, King?

We've been hired
to investigate a gang

stealing auto parts
from warehouses.

We are talking thousands
of dollars in merchandise

being taken across state lines.

We're in D.C.

Everything is
across state lines.

We just need this run
for fingerprints.

You two have handled

some explosive cases
in the past, but wow.

Steering-wheel thieves.

You've really peaked.

Come on, Rigby.
We're on a deadline.

Federal database
could really help.

Sorry, we've got a full plate.

I'm protecting
a very important witness...

Way above your pay grade.

In fact, technically,

I shouldn't even let you
look at him.

Who, this guy?
This guy right here?

Hi, I'm Sean King.

Uh... don't talk to them.

It just leads to headaches
and drinking

and then more headaches.

Check that steering wheel in
to evidence.

I'll get to it
when I get to it.

We knew we could count
on you, Rigby.

Please show yourselves out.

Love you, too!

Anyway, it's on
like Donkey Kong.

I'm so gonna win this bet.

All right.

One steering wheel

for a 1970

Lincoln Continental Mark III.

Thank you...

Arnold.

My pleash.

Now, if you will just fill out
these entry-log forms

here...

And these FD-92s.

All three stacks.

Right.

If you want to know
who set you up,

you're gonna have to go back
to the original evidence.

Now, it's in a box locked
in the FBI headquarters.

You got this
under control, right?

No. Perfect.

His name is Keith Ramsay.

He's a pretty serious suspect
in a pretty serious case.

How serious?

- Serious.
- Seriously?

Come on, Carter. I just need you
to run the guy's name for me.

Just basic stuff...
Address, date of birth.

In case you've forgotten, Sean,
this is the FBI.

We actually have serious cases.

So you're not
gonna help me out?

Just don't tell Rigby.

Ramsay...
Is that "a-y" or "e-y"?

Uh, can you run them both?

No.

Sorry, man. I can't.
I can't help you.

Not even for a steak dinner?

- It's not worth it.
- Michelle's buying.

Not with Wallace around.

What's with that guy?

He hates Rigby.

Why is that?

Wallace looks great
on the 6:00 news,

but he can't hack it
in the field.

Rigby is an excellent
field agent

who can't stand
playing politics.

So Wallace sees him
as a threat?

One more strike,
and Rigby's out.

I didn't realize
he had two strikes.

With Wallace,
Rigby started with two.

Hey, thanks for leaving me,
partner.

Oh, paperwork's not good
for my sciatica.

You don't have sciatica.

No, but it's a good word,
isn't it?

Well, I reached my daily limit

of King and Maxwell
about an hour ago.

We've only been here
for 10 minutes.

Gunshot.

Interview one.

I left you alone
for five minutes, Rigby.

This place is on lockdown!

Nobody in or out

until we find out what happened
in my building.

Yes, sir.

Well, I am on my way upstairs

to navigate public relations.

Next time I see you,

this better be wrapped up
with a bow.

- Have I made myself clear?
- You have.

And lock these glorified
rent-a-cops in a room

and throw away the key.

Give me a printout of the entry
and exit log.

Check all the firearms
of any agents

who accessed this floor today.

You two, let's go.

- You're holding us?
- I don't have much choice,

but now that you
actually say it,

it sounds like a great idea.

Well, if you can't
let us leave,

then at least let us help you.

- Nope.
- Rigby.

- No.
- We're your friends.

No, you're not.

All your colleagues
are suspects.

Right now, we're the only ones
you can trust.

Rigby, this may come
as a shock to you,

but we're on the same team.

Just don't stand
too close to me.

And despite these
baseless accusations,

Alvanta's commitment
to excellence

in our local community
will not waver.

Thank you.

Clinton Grove,
C.E.O. of Alvanta Chemical.

As in Alvanta weed killer?

And a host of other
wonderful products.

Our victim, Adams, was a former
supervisor turned whistleblower

set to testify
at a Senate hearing today,

confirming allegations
that Alvanta

knowingly poisoned a local water
supply in Bellville, Maryland.

Chemical runoff from the plant,
polyditrate.

It's a carcinogen.

Six people are already dead,
including countless livestock.

While the C.E.O.
drinks bottled water

and cashes his stock options.

FBI has the file.
Why kill Adams?

File's useless
without corroboration.

He was the linchpin
of our case.

When's the hearing?

Six hours.

It's the last Senate hearing
before the August recess.

Month break will give Alvanta a
chance to cover their tracks.

So we help you track down
who killed Adams

and find a new whistleblower.

I got a dead witness here.
Why stick out your necks?

We care about the truth, Rigby.

Alvanta thought they could
get away with this,

and people got hurt.

Unlike the Secret Service,

we get to choose our cases,
which is this one.

I know just the guy to help.

Sean?

Sean gone.

Oh, hey.
Hot water's out at my place.

Just need to take
a quick shower.

- It's Wednesday. Sean makes...
- Grilled cheese.

On Wednesday,
but he didn't.

I'll make you
grilled cheese, Edgar,

but shower first, then food.

I've already showered,
with conditioner,

for a smooth and healthy shine.

No, Edgar.

I'm going to shower,
then I'll make you food.

Not food...

Grilled cheese.

Edgar?

Hey, we might be out
for a little while.

A little while...

A figure of speech
meaning a few hours at most.

Edgar, I need you to find
somebody for me...

Somebody important.

A whistleblower.

Edgar?

Can you bring me my loofah?

It's on the desk!

Who's that?

Benny's in the shower.

Hold, please.

Benny's in the shower?

Thank you, Edgar.

You're welcome.

Killer came in
from the stairwell,

propped open the door,
walked down the hall,

shot Adams, then left.

He knew the door
would block the camera.

You got a real racket going

with that candy machine.

Ate my dollar twice.

So, I got Edgar and Benny
combing through Adams' e-mails,

see if he confided in anyone

so we can find you
a new whistleblower.

What are you two watching?

Security-cam footage
from Adams' room.

Shooter was just outside
the range of the camera.

Different place, same tactic.

Preliminary ballistics
just came in.

The round that killed Adams

was a .40-caliber Coyote,
180 grain.

Coyote?
It's Russian made.

I protected a diplomat in Kiev
three years ago.

It's a favorite
of the Russian mob.

- Perfect.
- What?

We have a Russian mobster
in the building...

Ivan Raslov.

Works stateside
as a low-level enforcer.

In the building?
He's a confidential informant.

Alvanta has a plant in Russia.

Could've hired Ivan
to kill Adams.

Room 5. He's scheduled for
an interview in 10 minutes.

It's possible he stole a gun
from an agent.

Highly unlikely.

Let me get this straight.

You have a Russian mobster
in the building?

And now he's gone missing.

How the hell did Raslov
get out of the building?

There was a five-minute window
before the lockdown...

enough time to slip out.

I just called MPD,

had them get units out to local
airports and train stations.

We have less than five hours.

This son of a bitch
could be making a play

to get back in good
with the Bratva...

Show he's still got
some backbone.

This is interesting.

Yellowing of the fingernails?

- He's probably a smoker.
- Got jaundice.

Smoker.

I think your boy Ivan
has a little nicotine problem.

What?

Just one Cuban.

This Clinton Grove guy
sounds like a real ass clown.

- Ass clown.
- Six dead,

animals are dying.

Ass clown.

The worst part is,

he knew they were doing it.

Shazam. A decoy.

Find something in the dead
whistleblower's e-mails?

Account created
in John Marshall Library.

Public library.

A dead end.

Shazam! A decoy.

And you already knew that.

"Thanks for your bravery.

"You're doing the right thing.

Sincerely, a friend."

So, whoever wrote this

supports the cause
but wants to stay hidden.

The "C" and the "H"
are capitalized.

Maybe they're initials.
Check it against...

C.H. matches
600 Alvanta employees.

Number one... Chris Howard,
Regional Manager.

6701 Squire Lane,
Falls Church, Virginia.

Phone number... 922-63...

Wait, wait.
Um, what about "cichlid"?

Cichlid.

Pterophyllum scalare,
commonly known as angelfish.

Check it against
the matching employees.

"Fish Food Confidential"...

A blog for the home-aquarium
enthusiast,

created by Christine Hayward.

Assistant to Grove,
C.E.O. of Alvanta!

- Good work, Edgar.
- I know.

If anyone's got dirt
on Alvanta, it's her.

Sean cuts it diagonally.

Oh.

Sean makes it with jalapeños.

Our Russian mobster says
he got here on time,

signed in with security,
but his case agent wasn't here,

so he went out for a smoke.

Case agent got stuck outside
the building before lockdown.

And Sean was right...

This thing just stole
four bucks from me.

All right, I think
coins are gonna work.

I cannot stress
this enough...

We have three hours
until the Senate hearing.

The faster we solve this,

the faster you two
can not be here.

Happy?

Yeah.

E.R.T. confirms that none of the
collected weapons were fired.

So it wasn't one of ours.

I want to see that
security footage again.

All we got was a muzzle flash.

Yeah, I know.

All right,
can you play that again?

There.

Can you punch in on that?

Can you play that?

There it is.
Broken pieces.

Something else came out of
that barrel besides a bullet.

E.R.T. would've already vacuumed
for trace evidence.

See, Rigby?
This isn't so bad.

Us, you, here together,
working a case...

Like a team.

Not for long.

This one's going back
to her old life

- at the Secret Service.
- What?

Didn't she tell you?

Tell me what?

Uh, Deputy Director
George Clark

said he'd pull a few strings,
but I haven't decided yet.

And you told Rigby before me?

Don't get sand
in your speedo, King.

I heard it through
the Federal grapevine.

I was gonna tell you.

- When?
- Soon...

ish.

I was waiting
for the right time.

Wait, what is that?

Plastic.

Exactly.

We need to see
that bullet wound.

Same plastic.

None of the sidearms
on the floor were fired.

Polymer shards in the carpet
and the bullet wound.

We're looking at a plastic gun.

Impossible.

The entryway body scanner
picks up metal and plastic.

It would've been caught.

What if the gun
was already here?

Wait a minute.

We had a bust
a few months back...

A counterfeit ring.

Their entire stash
is in the evidence lockup,

including a 3-d printer.

Arnold.
Arnold.

Arnold?!

It's Agent Rigby!

Just want to ask you
a few questions.

Arnold!

Arnold?

Up there!

Where are you going, Arnold?

Power saw's a nice diversion.

This is what happens
when you work with civilians.

No offense.

Frank.

You're gonna want to see this.

Printing file for a plastic gun.

Where's the gun, Arnold?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I want a lawyer.

You know, any other day,
you could have one.

I don't know if you heard...
we're on a lockdown.

Nobody in or out...
that includes lawyers.

So, for the time being,
you're mine.

I might keep you in this room
for a couple of days,

with this one for company.

This says you applied to be
an agent...

twice.

Were denied both times.

As I understand it,
two times is the limit.

So your dreams
of making agent are over.

You wanted to be a part
of the club.

Nobody took you seriously.

Gives you an ax to grind with
the Bureau, doesn't it, Arnold?

What do you think, Agent Rigby?

Where's the gun, Arnold?

All you've got
is me trying to climb

through a ceiling tile...

Agent Rigby.

Any luck finding the gun?

Agents are still searching the
floor, but so far, nothing.

You get anything out of Arnold?

Nothing to write home about.

That gun did not walk
out of here.

What if it did?

When we came in this morning,

I saw the mail guy
making his rounds.

Your keen powers
of observation?

What time does the mail go out?

First pick-up is at 11:00.

Right after the shooting.

But the truck
couldn't have made it

out of the building
before lockdown.

It should still be sitting
in the parking garage.

Get the mail bags up here...
All of them.

Any luck finding
our Alvanta assistant?

Christine Hayward's
final Alvanta pay stub

was mailed to
356 North Spring Street,

Gaithersburg, Maryland.

So she quit.
She still live there?

Last water bill in her name
dated 92 days ago.

No current address.

Looks like she took a trip,
got out of Dodge.

That's a lot of clothes.

You're taking a trip, too.

Getting out of Dodge.

All right.
My hot water isn't out.

Shazam. A decoy.

I've been avoiding
my apartment.

There's this... guy.

You know when you meet somebody

and it's all hot and heavy
for a week

and then he starts getting needy
and making you breakfast?

I feel trapped.

Benny in a box.

Benny in a box!

I don't know how
to break it to him.

Her glasses.

Her glasses!

I've helped a lot
of people disappear...

change their identities.

People can change a lot.

What's the one thing
they can't change?

Deoxyribonucleic acid.

Yes, their DNA.

And their medications.

Bring up Christine Hayward's
medical records from Alvanta.

See? There.

She has a prescription
for corticosteroids...

Mold allergy.

Cross-check that with
her eyewear prescription.

Christine Wilson.

7637 Kensington Avenue,
Takoma Park, Maryland.

So she changed her name
and moved.

Now let's find her phone.

Wait, wait.

Does opening mail
in the FBI building

make it a double
Federal offense?

Look familiar, Arnold?

It should.

It's got your prints
all over it.

Working in evidence,

you had access to all
the informants' identities.

Figured Ivan would be
a good guy to frame

because of his mob ties,

so you used
a Russian-made bullet.

Can't sneak a gun into the FBI,

so you did it the only way
you knew how...

by making one
in the evidence room.

But your badge number didn't
show up in the entry log.

You've been here long enough
that people trust you.

Probably as simple

as having a co-worker
hold open a door for you.

They were gonna kill me.

Who?

Alvanta?

No, the...

Drug dealers.

Look,
I-I owe a lot of money.

Oxy... I-I can't,
uh... I can't quit.

And this guy told me
that he'd...

he'd take care of all my debt,

and all I had to do was handle
a problem for him.

Either Adams died or I did.

And I chose him.

Who? What guy?

- He didn't tell me his name.
- You never met him?

He came by my place once.

Scary-looking guy
with a high and tight haircut,

tattoos... a guy you don't want
to mess with.

Probably an Alvanta contractor.

They found your weak point
and squeezed...

Took care of your drug debt

in exchange for solving
their whistleblower problem.

It's Edgar.

You're coming with me
to the hearing.

I can't do that.

All you have to do
is sit there,

tell them what you know,
and buy us some time.

Your cooperation's gonna look
good for the judge.

Lockdown's over.
We have our shooter.

Edgar and Benny found
a potential whistleblower.

Christine Hayward...
they're tracking her cell.

I'll assemble a team to take
Arnold to capitol hill.

Meet me back here
with Ms. Hayward.

Benny says she might take
some convincing.

The hearing's in 90 minutes.
Talk fast.

Which one's yours?

Uh, pink shirt.

Oh, she's giving those boys
a run for their money, huh?

Let's hope she keeps
fighting them off.

Guess it's a good thing you guys
don't live in Bellville.

Excuse me?

A lot of kids
getting sick there.

What do you want?

I'm Sean King.

I'm a private investigator
working with the FBI.

Alvanta, Clinton Grove...

They shouldn't be allowed
to walk away from this.

You have an opportunity
to set things right today.

They... they already
threatened me once.

It's why I had to get away.

Please, just let me
raise my daughter.

I spent a lot of years
running away.

And I spent a lot of years

thinking about
what I could have done.

Christine.

Hiding from the truth
is not worth it.

Trust me.

Aah!

Man down!
Man down!

From the northeast!

Get some men up on that roof!

Rigby!

Let's go. Clear! Clear!

Rigby.

Rigby.

He's not breathing.

A vest?!

Rigby, you're wearing a vest?

Are you even hurt?

Yeah. I got the wind
knocked out of me.

Were you gonna tell me
before or after mouth to mouth?

Oh, my God.

You totally tried to pull
a "Sandlot" on me.

What?

The movie?

Squints, Wendy Peffercorn,
fake drowning?

Never mind.
Where was my vest?

Standard procedure...
Priority targets only.

The area's been secured.
They found a gun.

Shooter's gone.

And I'm fine, too.
Thanks.

I knew you had a vest.

And you almost let me...

Get Sandlotted?

What on earth are you people
talking about?

First bullet
pierced Arnold's vest,

caught his shoulder blade.

Paramedics are on their way.

No hearing for him, then.

So much for stalling for time.

- Sean?
- Got her. We're on the move.

Perfect.
We'll meet you there.

Sean's on his way
with Christine.

- Agent Rigby!
- Sir.

I was sure today
couldn't get any worse,

and I see you have
proved me wrong.

I just took a bullet, sir.

You put yourself in harm's way,
Agent Rigby,

with wanton disregard
for assignment or procedure.

I was transporting a witness.

- You were hijacking a case.
- Excuse me?

Your assignment was
to protect the witness,

not facilitate
a congressional hearing!

This is all over now.

We'll wait for the hearing
to be rescheduled.

What is your damage, Wallace?

Watch your tone, agent.

Adams was murdered to keep
the truth from getting out.

I intend to see that his death
was not in vain,

with or without your support.

Just don't expect your job
to last the day.

Well, that was fun.

I'd like you to meet
Christine Hayward.

Christine, this is my partner,
Michelle Maxwell.

Agent Frank Rigby with the FBI.

Hello.

Thank you for your bravery

in stepping forward,
Ms. Hayward.

- Sean, things have changed.
- What do you mean?

Adic Wallace has decided

that the hearing is not
the bureau's top priority.

- So the case is dead?
- Anything but.

FBI may be out of the game,

but Christine
is getting to the hearing.

So, this is you
asking for help.

Yeah.
You kind of suck at it.

Yes. I need your help.

Just fingerprint that steering
wheel... we'll call it even.

This doesn't mean you're getting
invited to my birthday party.

You sure you're ready for this?

No. But I know I'll regret it
if I do nothing.

Shooter's still out there.

They're gonna be watching
your every move.

How much time do we have?

30 minutes.

I came prepared.

I really think
I should be driving.

You are master of the sea.
I am master of the road.

I'm pretty sure
I'm master of both.

See, you just... you can't stand
not being in control.

No. I'm just a better driver
than you are.

You see, all this ties
into you dating Keith.

This has nothing to do
with Keith.

This has everything to do
with Keith.

Would you just focus?

Okay, I am focused
like a laser.

I've got tunnel vision.

No, Sean. You shouldn't
have tunnel vision.

You should have peripheral...

Go!

Drop the gun!
Don't move!

Hands behind your back.

You just got fooled
by a dummy, dummy.

Hey, Carter,
this one's for you.

All right. Let's move.

You sure you didn't plan that

so Clarence would end up
in pieces?

I told him all about the risks,

but he insisted
on playing the hero.

Rigby. Did Christine make it
to the hearing?

She's being sworn in right now.

By the way,
Keith Ramsay...

Born March 28, 1983,
30 years old.

Boom!

Chop house on 7th.

It's a good thing I replaced
the side-view mirror, huh?

You just have to park it
against a wall.

Ding, ding, ding, ding.

Supper's ready.

Nice work, Edgar.

I know.

I made them
with extra jalapeños.

Thanks for telling me now.

Welcome.

My sister used to fold
my pants wrong.

I like them folded in half...

Twice.

Two times.

Folding's... good.

I told her...

that I didn't like it.

It's good to tell the people
you live with the truth.

I'll keep that in mind, Edgar.

I think I have whiplash.

He barely tapped us.

You call that a tap?

If I had been driving,

we wouldn't have got
in an accident.

Yeah, whatever helps you
sleep at night.

Don't start that again.

Hey.

Maybe we shouldn't let Edgar
see Clarence like this.

I agree.

Christine Hayward's testimony
delivered a crushing blow

in the Alvanta Chemical
Senate hearing earlier today.

Clinton Grove
had complete knowledge

that he was poisoning
the Bellville water supply.

Early toxicity reports
were presented to him

a full year
before anyone got sick.

I have no comment.
There's no comment.

The FBI's quest
to bring some justice

to the good people of Bellville
has been unwavering.

Through our efforts,

we were able to expose
the criminal activities

of Alvanta Chemical.

It is our mission to ensure

that tragedies of this nature
do not happen again.

"A dick" indeed.

That was Rigby.

What did he say?

He just wanted to thank us
for giving Wallace

the perfect excuse
not to fire him.

Rigby said that?

That's what he meant.

It sounded more like,
"I've seen enough of you two

to last me the rest
of my natural-born life."

So...

This Secret Service thing...

I know.

I should have told you.

No, no. I just, uh...

I didn't know
you wanted to go back.

Yeah.

I think
it would be good for me.

Have you made up your mind?

Not yet.

Still thinking about it.

How long are you
gonna think about it?

I don't know.

A little while.

A figure of speech
meaning a few hours at most.

- What?
- Nothing.

I'll see you tomorrow, Sean.

Yeah.
I will see you tomorrow.

Who wanted you blind, Sean?

I was blinded.

You were deliberately
distracted.

That's not the work
of a lone gunman.

That's a conspiracy.

Who wanted Clyde Ritter dead?

If you want to know
who set you up,

you're gonna have to go back
to the original evidence.

Now, it's in a box locked
in the FBI headquarters.