Leverage (2008–2012): Season 3, Episode 7 - The Gone Fishin' Job - full transcript
The team takes on a debt collector scamming innocent taxpayers, not knowing he is backed by a private militia.
Problem, observation...
Hypothesis...
Research, experiment...
What's the last one?
Conclusion.
Ms. Salazar, I'm here
on behalf of the
Internal Revenue Service
to collect on your
delinquent taxes.
I don't understand.
I'm on a payment plan.
I just spoke with my
account manager last week.
Oh, you didn't get the notice?
That agreement has been canceled.
Your payment is due right now.
What? Mom?
Go to your room, Lydia.
We'll put a lien on your house.
We have the right to do that.
Is that what you want?
What? No!
I told you, I am paying it.
What do you want from me?
Give me a credit card.
I'll make this all go away.
Or I come back with the
sheriff, and we lock you out.
Tonight.
Your choice.
Here.
When I contacted the IRS,
they said they never
received the money.
But someone maxed
out my credit card.
If it wasn't the IRS, then who?
Probably the same people
who have been, uh,
targeting taxpayers
all over Boston.
You're not alone, Clara.
Well, it isn't just the money.
This man humiliated me.
He scared my daughter.
Okay, well, we're gonna
find out who did this,
and we're gonna get
your money back.
I promise.
Mr. Ford, I play by the rules.
After I got laid off,
I was paying off my
debt a little at a time,
and I could still put food
on the table every night.
What do I tell my daughter now?
You tell her the same thing
you tell her every day.
Don't give up.
Look, all I'm saying is,
is I don't understand
why we can't have
a couple of days off
in between jobs.
We just spent 10 days in Juarez.
All right, listen.
No... no time off, all right?
We got a lot of work to do.
Hardison, run it.
All right. The first rule of
crime is follow the money.
Now, Ms. Salazar's money
ran through three
different shell companies
before it ended up with this guy.
Hugh Whitman.
He runs a big debt collection
agency right outside of Boston
called financial
support associates.
Well, it makes sense.
I mean, he's got bill collectors
already on his payroll.
He just sends them after
people that owe back taxes.
He keeps the money.
But the names of those
people, they're not public.
So how does he know who to target?
Well, Whitman worked for
the IRS for 20 years.
He probably had a
friend leak him a list.
Ooh, I got it! I got it!
We steal the list.
We need a way in.
What did you find out about
Whitman on the Internet?
Nothing. What do you mean nothing?
He's not on the net, man. At all.
Which is strange because his
company deals with such high tech.
You know, they do this thing
where they spoof your caller I.D.
to make it seem like
your grandma's calling,
when it's really one of
their bill collectors.
Sweet.
Go back to the money.
You said Whitman routed his money
through three different
shell companies, right?
Mm-hmm. Where is it now?
Somewhere in the boondocks
at a bank called Turner Creek.
It's under an account named
"patriot limited."
Now, there's no ties to Whitman,
and that's why the
cops can't touch him.
Good. We can work with that.
Okay, I want a two-pronged attack.
One team is gonna
go convince Whitman
his money isn't safe
there at the bank.
That's... me and
Hardison got the bank.
We're doing what, now?
Okay, after you guys
have spooked Whitman,
Sophie, you go and hook him with
a new place to stash his cash.
Questions?
I'll fix it. We can fix it.
We'll fix it. It's okay.
Dude, I don't know what you're
complaining about, all right?
I got us the bank.
We're in, we're out,
and we get to go throw
a worm in the water.
All so you can go
fishing in the woods.
I don't see why I had to come.
Because it'll be good for you.
When's the last time
you've been outdoors?
Hey, man. Man!
Hey, man, did you
see that mosquito?
That thing had a beak, man.
What's that smell?
It's fresh air.
I don't like it.
Who's in charge here?
Uh, how can... how can I help you?
I'll tell you how you can help us.
This is Agent Brody,
I'm Agent Quint,
with the criminal
investigation unit of the IRS.
Well, uh, w-what can I do for you?
We need the records
of all the accounts
in the name of Patriot Limited.
O-o-of course.
Uh, r-right this way.
I'll... I'll get them for you.
Have a seat here. Mm-hmm.
We don't get many
folks way out here.
Uh, why don't you just have a seat
and I'll bring that
account right up?
Mr. Whitman, my name
is Colette Madison.
We have some mutual
friends over at the IRS.
With human resources.
It's about your account
at Turner Creek Bank.
I don't have an account
at Turner Creek Bank.
No, but Patriot Limited does.
And that's you.
May I?
Who are you?
Think of me as a matchmaker.
I bring together parties
who can benefit each other.
For a fee, of course.
I don't need your help.
Unfortunately, you do.
I'm here to tell you that
your money isn't safe
at Turner Creek Bank anymore.
Not now.
It's urgent.
Okay, good timing, Sophie.
Now, Eliot and Hardison should
be finishing up at the bank
right about now.
Come on.
What?
Just got a call from one
of our men at the bank.
There are two agents from the IRS
asking about your accounts.
You call Chester.
Tell him to get rid of them.
They're there already, aren't they?
How did you know?
I told you.
I have friends at the IRS.
They're on to you, Mr. Whitman.
Well, if you know my former
department at the IRS,
then you probably
know Charlie Dean.
How is the old boy?
Now, that must be Whitman's
source inside the IRS.
Yeah, we need Hardison.
No. No, we don't.
Sophie, I want you to tell him
that the last time you saw
Charles was at his funeral.
Haven't you heard?
I'm so sorry.
It was a beautiful service.
All right.
You have my attention, Ms. Madison.
If my bank isn't safe, what is?
I want to introduce you to someone
who runs an alternative
financial institution.
How'd you know that?
Do you know when I'm gonna die?
Do you?
Parker.
What?
You think that was
enough to spook Whitman?
Don't know.
Comms and mobiles
don't work up here,
so we have to call
Nate from a land line.
Yeah, well, you can use
the phone at the bait shop
while I tackle us up.
We'll grab something to eat.
Come on!
Look at me.
I look like somebody
eats at a bait shop?
No.
You fellas are gonna
want to come with me.
Excuse you?
Make any sudden moves
and my boys will blow
your heads right off.
12.
Hey, man, this van is old.
I-I bet if we rush that
door, we could pop the lock.
You ready? Shut up.
At least I'm trying
to get us out of here.
What are you doing?
I'm drawing a map, Hardison.
17...
18...
Mr. Whitman, welcome
to your new bank.
You're kidding me, right?
Come with me.
Come on, ladies!
Let's kick it up a notch!
That's right!
Oh, let's make this a party!
Come on, girls.
You've got cats at home that
can pedal faster than that!
That's it for me. No, I'm done.
I've got to go.
Yeah, I-is this the manager?
All right, listen.
This is Oscar, uh, from corporate.
We've spoken before.
Hey, you know that
new, uh, ladies' gym
that's, uh, down
there on 14th Street?
Yeah, well, they're
poaching your members
o-over there at your place.
Yeah, they're offering
a free membership
to anyone who breaks
their contract with you.
So what I need you to do right now
is go down there and get the
skinny on what's going on.
Go! Go now!
What... what's going on?
Where'd everybody go?
Hugh Whitman, Vic Pellington.
He's the owner.
Hey, come on in. Have a seat.
So, what do you think of our
little operation we got here?
Well, it's a low-rent
gym for housewives.
Doesn't look like a bank to me.
No, that's true. Yeah.
One of them is... is nothing.
But you get five of these places,
and I'm telling you...
it's a money-laundering machine.
Vic owns 25 images franchises.
He sells interests to discerning
businessmen like yourself
looking to hide the
source of their income.
Except that only works
when you have customers
to explain the cash flow.
This place is empty.
And that right there, that's the
beauty of the health-club industry,
because 80% of the people,
they, uh, they pay the
membership but they never come.
Have a seat.
We have all these names...
Name after name of these
members that never come in
in our databank.
Give Vic your money to wash
and he just adds names
to the membership roster.
Your dirty money
becomes clean profit.
So she gets a finder's fee?
She does.
What about you?
My rake is 15%. Ugh.
Oh, yeah, but with that,
what you get is you
get detailed papers
that show that you're
an investor in images
for over a year.
You get board-meeting minutes.
It's all on the up.
Okay, what's the catch?
Well, the only catch is that
I need an answer now, today,
because...
I got one slot left, okay, and
you're not the only bidder.
All right, well, I'm
gonna want to look at
what you think are
detailed records.
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
I got, uh...
I'm very intimate with
the tax code, Vic.
I used to be district manager
with the internal revenue service.
That's cool.
Internal revenue service.
Taking money from
hard-working Americans
and shipping it straight to China.
Got it? Yeah, that's good.
You smell that?
Smell of death? Yes, I do.
Look, man, that's not even real.
Right? See, I make those
up from a little...
Turner Creek minutemen.
Anti-government militia, huh?
Anti-government freedom fighters.
They say the war
is coming, tax man,
but it's already begun.
What do you call a man
who takes your property,
enriches your adversaries, and
deprives you of your liberty?
Your enemy.
Consider yourselves
casualties of war.
It ain't gonna happen, Bubba.
I got one standing
and one kneeling.
Make it work.
Whoa! Hey! Hey!
Hold up! Hold up, man!
C-c-can I at least
get a-a cigarette?
What? C-can I get a cigarette?
As an enemy combatant,
I'm entitled to one last cigarette
according to Geneva
Convention article 89,
paragraph 3, subsection k.
Are we combatants or not?
Brandon...
Give the man a cigarette.
Those menthol lights?
No.
Come on, now.
Go on. Take your time.
I-it's over there, man.
Oh, for God's sake, Brandon!
For God's sake Brandon!
Come on! Come on!
Fire!
You see that? That's called a plan!
What plan, man?
Smoke cigarettes and die?
This way!
Come on! Get those dogs!
Get those dogs over here! Now!
Yes, hello, Mr. Wallach?
This is Alexandra from F.S.A.
I'm calling about the
outstanding balance
you have with...
Amherst...
Amherst oncology center?
Oh, it looks like
we got disconnected.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Parker, why aren't you
in Whitman's office yet?
Uh, 'cause it's my
first day at work.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Delete. Delete.
On my way now.
Delete. Delete.
Hardison, stop, stop, stop, stop.
What you mean, stop?
Why we stop running?
Listen to me, all right?
Running was good!
The van was averaging
45 miles an hour, right?
We were in there for 22 minutes.
We took two turns off the highway.
That's 17 miles north of town.
We need to go South.
That's South.
Says you and what compass?
This compass, man!
Some of us were born with
good direction, Hardison!
Yeah, well, how about
some sense, man?
That's uphill.
Running downhill is faster.
That's proven science.
All right. Go.
One, two, three. Yeah.
Damn it! Again? You got a tell, man.
You got a tell.
Come on! Go!
Here you go, boy. Sic 'em.
Good boy. Get 'em, get 'em.
If I were a super-secret
government document,
where would I hide?
Bingo.
Guys, I found the list, but
that's not all I found.
I found guns.
Ahh, geez.
Sorry, I... go ahead.
I-I got to take this call.
What?!
Looks like he's stealing
from the taxpayers
to buy weapons.
And flags.
Flags, huh? What kind of flags?
White with a green tree
inside a blue shield
with a star and a ribbon around it.
It says "ense petit placidam,
sub libertate quietem."
"By the sword we seek peace,
but only under liberty."
Well, that's from the
Massachusetts state flag.
The tree, that's from the
original colonial flag.
So he's a historian.
With an arsenal.
No wonder we can't find
anything about this guy online.
He's got a little secret.
I'm gonna try something.
I'm so sorry.
The local council wants
to up handicap ramps
all over the parking lot.
You know, next thing you know,
we're gonna have to put
braille in the, uh,
you know, on the free weights.
It's getting to be
ridiculous, these people.
That it is.
Boy, that's a sweet ride, huh?
Well-made machine.
Yeah, a beauty.
She's nice.
I appreciate a man who buys
American, I'll tell you that.
Used to work for the
government myself.
I'm going back a few
years, but, uh, you know,
back then, we all believed
in the same principles.
It's true.
Yeah, the system, it's...
it's... it's broken down.
It certainly is.
Whatever happened to "by the
people, for the people," huh?
I spent 20 years with the IRS.
You think after all that time
and all that money I collected,
any of it went to protect the
interest of real Americans?
No. We just hand it
off to other agencies.
They dole it out to welfare
cheats and border jumpers
and whatever black-hole programs
keep the incumbents in office.
Yeah, taxpayers these days...
They're a bunch of sheep.
Just blind followers
who don't even realize
their liberty is under
constant assault
by the government
that they've elected.
It's pathetic.
Preaching to the choir.
You know, that money
that, uh, the IRS is
looking for in that bank?
I told you. It's not mine.
It belongs to the revolution.
And it's coming.
That's why you got
to act fast, Hugh.
You've got those, uh, those
IRS agents snooping around.
I wouldn't worry about them.
I had them taken care of.
I've really got to get
back to my office.
Why don't you, uh, meet me
there with your records,
and I will try to give
you an answer today.
Pleasure to meet you.
Parker, have you, uh, talked
to Eliot or Hardison today?
No.
Uh, they could be out
of range, o-or...
Or in a lot of trouble.
I don't like it, Nate.
Eliot and Hardison should
have checked in by now.
I think we should call the police.
And tell them what?
Two of our friends are
impersonating IRS agents
at a bank?
Whitman said, "I took care of them."
Parker and I will find the boys.
You go close Whitman.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
We've got to get
them off our scent.
What's that? Just rub it on you!
It's skunkweed.
It'll get the dogs off
our scent, Hardison!
Rub it on your damn body!
It'll throw the dogs off.
Mnh-mnh. I can taste the smell
in my mouth. It's strong.
Put it on you, man!
Hey.
All right. High five.
A high five for morale!
What? Ugh! What the hell, man?
I know what I'm doing!
Gangrene, man! Gangrene!
You know what?
We wouldn't even be in this mess
if you ain't wanted to go fishing!
I could have taken you
down to mama's fish shack
and got you a catfish, two pieces,
and a biscuit for $5.99.
But instead you got us out
here with trigger-happy Joes
trying to fish us!
And he's all too happy
to shoot himself a Negro!
Oh, so it's a black thing now?
Is that it?
They're hunting me, too, all right?
Damn Skippy, it's a black thing!
Who they try to shoot first, Eliot?
Who got punched first, Eliot?
Me! I'm about tired
of this redneck...
Damn it, Hardison! Damn it, Eliot!
Look, man, I know what I'm doing.
I've done this before.
This, right here?
I-in the woods,
handcuffed to a man?
Yes, I have, okay?
It was easier last time, though.
Why?
'Cause he was already dead.
Good boy. Good boy.
Okay, what do you got?
I've got a map...
well, part of a map.
I don't know what it means.
What if Eliot and
Hardison have already...
Let's go in here.
Okay, so Hardison and Eliot,
they need us to stay calm,
so, uh, show me what you got,
and, uh, we'll figure
out how to save them.
Guys!
Eliot, Hardison! Can you hear me?
Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.
Nate? Nate?
You're breaking up, man!
We're in the woods.
Listen, we're approximately
17 miles from the bank.
Okay. W...
Damn it. Can you hear him?
No, man. It's cloud cover.
Day like this,
we got to bounce our
signal off a radio tower.
How do we do that?
Get a clear view of the sky.
Okay. Here it is.
All right, that's
Whitman's militia camp.
Uh, it doesn't show where.
Now, Eliot said they were
17 miles from the bank.
Let's get...
Okay.
It's got to be in here somewhere.
From the bank... to here.
Right there.
It's, uh, same creek, isn't it?
Yeah, no paved roads.
No people for miles.
In the middle of nowhere. Mm-hmm.
Nate, hey? Can you hear me?
Hardison? Are you okay?
Can't talk very loud.
These militia guys
are following us,
and they're armed and I'm
pretty sure we pissed them off.
Listen... now, there
are railroad tracks
a mile and a half west of the camp.
Can you get there?
Sure. But what if there's no train?
Well, there will be.
We're gonna steal you one.
Your records are very thorough.
Very impressive.
I do have some questions about
the profit sharing, however.
Huh? Oh, oh, the, uh, the, uh...
The nuts and bolts are
really Vic's forte.
Where is he?
I thought he was coming with you.
Oh, he's here. He's, uh,
he's on a conference call.
Money laundering... it isn't
all champagne and helicopters,
is it?
Oh. Excuse me.
Hate being away from the job.
I love collecting money.
Okay, Nate. I'm in.
Let's go steal a...Whoo! Whoo!
Okay, Parker, what I'm gonna do
is I'm gonna call your station.
You're gonna patch me through t o
the department of transportation.
Now, use the company's
caller-I.D. spoofing software
to make my call look like
it's coming from Fitchburg.
Okay. You're on.
Massdot, this is Bev.
Yeah, listen, I'm
sorry to bother you.
I'm walking my dogs
out here in Fitchburg.
It looks like you got a
problem on your track.
A bunch of rocks blocking the way.
Are you sure?
I haven't heard anything
about a rockslide.
Oh, yeah, am I sure?
Yeah, listen, I'm...
I'm sending you a picture
on my celly right now.
Okay. Yes, sir.
Yes, Bev. Yes.
Uh, we'll do our best.
It's a big problem.
We'll try to... okay.
Please hold, sir.
Massdot, this is Bev.
Is this the train department?
You got to send someone
out to Fitchburg.
Please hold, ma'am.
Uh, yeah, we got rocks!
Rocks on the tracks! Yeah.
Big rocks!
Hey, Gary, I got to re-route
the northbound Barrington.
We got a rockslide.
Okay, Eliot, Hardison,
a train on the way.
It's coming from Pennsylvania.
It's a produce train
carrying beets.
I'll take that as a good sign.
Well, like I said, I still
have a few questions.
But we do see the
world the same way.
And that counts for something.
God! Come on, man!
I hate beets.
Let's go! Come on!
So? Do we have a deal?
You will have a check by
the end of business day.
To the revolution.
All right, Sophie. Good work.
The train is on its way
to pick up the boys.
We're home free.
He did it, man! He actually did it!
He stole it!
How's your train-jumping
skills, man?
I ain't no hobo, but
I can hold my own.
All right. Don't move!
Put your hands up!
Man, what do you want us to do?
You're the ones that
put this on us, man.
We're already...
All right, go down.
Why you always...
Twist it. Not like that, man!
Re-phrase that, man!
Go under. Why you always
telling me to go down, Eliot?
Just switch... why you telling...
I'm not saying it
like that, man! Fine!
Just hold on a minute, man!
Shut up! Can we get a minute?
The man has a gun in your face, man.
Go under. Go! Go!
Twist it this way. Geez!
Look, man... man,
it ain't that hard.
It's not that hard.
He's so difficult.
Shut up!
Let me tell you something...
We get new recruits every day.
You can't stop what
we have planned.
No one can.
Come on, man. Let's go.
All right.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait.
What? Hardison, we got
to get on this train.
No, no. W-what'd you
smell in that camp?
What? I don't... what were
you smelling at the camp?
Look, man, we got to get
on this train right now!
Eliot, what were you smelling?
Fertilizer.
And molasses.
You can reduce the molasses down
and use it as an oil for a
fertilizer bomb, all right?
I've seen it in Lebanon.
It's better than kerosene.
Okay, s-so a fertilizer
bomb and a van.
That's what the little
hillbilly was crying about.
Look, man, we get on
this train, all right?
We get back there, and
we call the FBI
They clear everybody out.
Eliot, Eliot.
Was the bomb mixed already?
Is... is it stable?
No.
They got to use it
within the next 48 hours.
Okay, Eliot, we call the FBI.
Maybe they make it,
maybe they don't.
What happens then?
We're watching a building
blow up on the news,
children, firemen
scattered everywhere?
Look, man, I say we go back
down there, and we stop them.
I say we whup some hillbilly ass.
We're gonna get bloody on this one.
All right. Come on, man.
I'm gonna grab his walkie-talkie.
You get his shoelaces,
and you get his belt.
I'm getting this.
What do you say we
lose about 180 pounds?
Yeah?
Yeah.
How's the new girl doing?
Nate, we've lost contact with
Eliot and Hardison again.
Ah, they're probably on the train.
All right, but what about Sophie?
When's she getting Whitman's check?
Get me Whitman.
Excuse me.
Yes?
Sir, we have a problem.
I see.
No.
No, I'll take care of
things on this end.
I have to get to the
bank and get my money.
There's no telling what
those idiots out there
are liable to do.
Nate, our cover's blown.
The revolution's starting early.
Our cover's blown. Arly.
They're locking the building down.
I'm gonna try and stall Owens.
If I can make the elevator
think there's a fire,
the doors won't open.
All right. Good.
I'll find us a way out.
Listen, if Whitman is spooked,
he's gonna go for his money.
So we have to, uh, we have to
get to the bank before he does.
Eliot, Hardison, can you hear me?
W-where are you on the train?
Yeah, Nate, that didn't happen.
W-what do you mean
it didn't happen?
What... you're not on the train?
Don't worry about it.
Guys, y-you're telling
me you're gonna go
toe-to-toe with these
people without a plan?
Oh, we got a plan.
It's called C.W.A.
Can of whup ass.
Oh, geez.
Sophie, take the stairwell
to the first floor.
There are too many
eyes in the lobby.
We're gonna have to use
the emergency exit.
On my way.
Come on!
Nate, it worked.
The elevators are on
automatic emergency protocol.
They're all headed
to the ground floor.
What the hell?
Did you get them?
I'm on it, sir.
Well, get it done.
I'm holding you
personally responsible.
How are we gonna get
out without being seen?
We can't hack the security system.
I was actually thinking of
something a little more direct.
Go!
Stop them!
Stop them!!
God!
You feeling confident?
Not really.
Good.
'Cause overconfidence
will kill you faster
than a bullet any day.
Fear's good.
Oh, I have fear.
And doubt.
And really serious regrets.
I should be fine.
All right. Get ready, then.
Science. It works.
Freeze! Don't make
any sudden movement.
Move.
I need to make a withdrawal.
Right now.
Oh, uh, Mr. Whitman.
Yes, of course.
Take a seat.
Good work, Tommy.
Where you gonna put
the van, Chester?
An office building?
A preschool? A church?
A soldier knows there are
casualties in every war.
See, that's the difference
between a real soldier
and this little Halloween
outfit you got going on.
You'd kill to protect your rights.
A real soldier?
He'd die protecting
somebody else's.
Yeah, come on.
W-wait. Wait.
I never did get that cigarette.
Kill them.
I tell you, man.
I think I know where
your cigarette's at.
Do you? I think I saw
it right over there.
Right there?
Whitman's gone.
You all right? Yeah.
High five.
For morale.
Yo, incoming. Go! Go, go, go!
Chester!
Chester, what the
hell happened here?
Chester! Hey!
What the hell's going on?
Oh, never mind. Never mind.
Listen, there's too much heat
on the organization right now.
I have to get out of town.
I want you to take the men and
take them to a safe house.
Give me the keys to your truck.
Come on! Hurry up!
Hey.
Listen, next time I steal
you a train, get on it.
Look, man, you're not gonna
rain on my parade today, Nate.
I made a bomb.
Out of a menthol light.
I-it's over there, man.
Oh, for God's sake, Brandon!
For God's sake, Brandon!
Huh?
You got a radio?
What frequency are they on?
Seven seven two.
All right, I-I will be in touch
with further instructions
when it's safer.
All right? All units move in.
What's that? We have a
GPS location of the camp.
A.T.F. Airborne is incoming.
A.T.F.? That's the feds.
The feds are coming!
Be advised, be advised.
We have a cooperating
witness on the site.
Apprehend, but do not
injure Hugh Whitman.
What?
No, no, no. Hold it.
Guys, hold it. Wait a minute.
I should have known...
Once a government man,
always a government man.
Wait, I-I-I-I gave you training.
I gave you equipment.
Look, I handle the money.
Yeah, let's see the money.
Here.
There!
Wait a minute.
Oh, no, no, no.
Wait, this was
straight from the bank.
Who knew a sedan could hit 140?
Parker, you are never to get behind
the wheel of a car again, okay?
Never.
Wait, uh...
Hey, guys, I'm...
I'm a fellow patriot!
This the evidence you were
gonna sell to the feds
for your freedom?
What?
Chester, think!
This only hangs me!
We're being played.
We're being set up.
The money must be back at the bank.
You ain't lying about one thing.
We need to hide out.
So let's go into town and
get our money, Whitman.
And maybe we don't shoot you.
Move it.
All right! All right! All right!
Move it! Give me the keys!
Hey, you know, I'm starting
to enjoy the outdoors.
Hey, are you seriously gonna
let them get away with this?
Eliot, I stole you a train.
Have a little faith.
What's going on, Whitman?
I don't know.
They were just in here.
Hello?
Hello?
Hands in the air.
Don't move.
FBI! Let me see your hands!
Get 'em up!
Get down! Get on the ground!
That's not my case.
It got switched.
Are these the stolen
papers you mentioned?
Yep.
You!
Internal IRS documents.
Mr. Whitman, you and your
men are under arrest.
Wait a minute!
You got to listen to me!
That woman isn't who
she says she is!
She's a con artist!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We get that all the time.
Yeah, it's all one big conspiracy.
Yeah, you better run a psych
eval on that one, huh?
I'm trying to tell you.
Look...
Hey!
And that guy! He's part of it, too!
I'm telling you!
Why don't you listen to me?!
Listen!
Mr. Ford... I don't
know what to say.
Thank you. All of you.
Well, I know you've been out
of work for a little while.
Do you think you could help
us find the names on this list
and help them get their,
uh, their money back?
It's only a part-time job,
but I think you'll find
it really rewarding.
Oh, I'll drive.
Unh-unh. No. No, no, no.
I'll drive.
Uh, uh! Reel it in slow.
Reel it in slow.
I know how to do it, man.
I heard you.
See, you lost it.
There's no talking in...
That was the beauty of fishing!
You're tense, man.
It's a delicate sport.
You need to be delicate.
You got it! Yeah!
It's just not the same.
You're right.
It's better.
Yeah, buddy.
Hypothesis...
Research, experiment...
What's the last one?
Conclusion.
Ms. Salazar, I'm here
on behalf of the
Internal Revenue Service
to collect on your
delinquent taxes.
I don't understand.
I'm on a payment plan.
I just spoke with my
account manager last week.
Oh, you didn't get the notice?
That agreement has been canceled.
Your payment is due right now.
What? Mom?
Go to your room, Lydia.
We'll put a lien on your house.
We have the right to do that.
Is that what you want?
What? No!
I told you, I am paying it.
What do you want from me?
Give me a credit card.
I'll make this all go away.
Or I come back with the
sheriff, and we lock you out.
Tonight.
Your choice.
Here.
When I contacted the IRS,
they said they never
received the money.
But someone maxed
out my credit card.
If it wasn't the IRS, then who?
Probably the same people
who have been, uh,
targeting taxpayers
all over Boston.
You're not alone, Clara.
Well, it isn't just the money.
This man humiliated me.
He scared my daughter.
Okay, well, we're gonna
find out who did this,
and we're gonna get
your money back.
I promise.
Mr. Ford, I play by the rules.
After I got laid off,
I was paying off my
debt a little at a time,
and I could still put food
on the table every night.
What do I tell my daughter now?
You tell her the same thing
you tell her every day.
Don't give up.
Look, all I'm saying is,
is I don't understand
why we can't have
a couple of days off
in between jobs.
We just spent 10 days in Juarez.
All right, listen.
No... no time off, all right?
We got a lot of work to do.
Hardison, run it.
All right. The first rule of
crime is follow the money.
Now, Ms. Salazar's money
ran through three
different shell companies
before it ended up with this guy.
Hugh Whitman.
He runs a big debt collection
agency right outside of Boston
called financial
support associates.
Well, it makes sense.
I mean, he's got bill collectors
already on his payroll.
He just sends them after
people that owe back taxes.
He keeps the money.
But the names of those
people, they're not public.
So how does he know who to target?
Well, Whitman worked for
the IRS for 20 years.
He probably had a
friend leak him a list.
Ooh, I got it! I got it!
We steal the list.
We need a way in.
What did you find out about
Whitman on the Internet?
Nothing. What do you mean nothing?
He's not on the net, man. At all.
Which is strange because his
company deals with such high tech.
You know, they do this thing
where they spoof your caller I.D.
to make it seem like
your grandma's calling,
when it's really one of
their bill collectors.
Sweet.
Go back to the money.
You said Whitman routed his money
through three different
shell companies, right?
Mm-hmm. Where is it now?
Somewhere in the boondocks
at a bank called Turner Creek.
It's under an account named
"patriot limited."
Now, there's no ties to Whitman,
and that's why the
cops can't touch him.
Good. We can work with that.
Okay, I want a two-pronged attack.
One team is gonna
go convince Whitman
his money isn't safe
there at the bank.
That's... me and
Hardison got the bank.
We're doing what, now?
Okay, after you guys
have spooked Whitman,
Sophie, you go and hook him with
a new place to stash his cash.
Questions?
I'll fix it. We can fix it.
We'll fix it. It's okay.
Dude, I don't know what you're
complaining about, all right?
I got us the bank.
We're in, we're out,
and we get to go throw
a worm in the water.
All so you can go
fishing in the woods.
I don't see why I had to come.
Because it'll be good for you.
When's the last time
you've been outdoors?
Hey, man. Man!
Hey, man, did you
see that mosquito?
That thing had a beak, man.
What's that smell?
It's fresh air.
I don't like it.
Who's in charge here?
Uh, how can... how can I help you?
I'll tell you how you can help us.
This is Agent Brody,
I'm Agent Quint,
with the criminal
investigation unit of the IRS.
Well, uh, w-what can I do for you?
We need the records
of all the accounts
in the name of Patriot Limited.
O-o-of course.
Uh, r-right this way.
I'll... I'll get them for you.
Have a seat here. Mm-hmm.
We don't get many
folks way out here.
Uh, why don't you just have a seat
and I'll bring that
account right up?
Mr. Whitman, my name
is Colette Madison.
We have some mutual
friends over at the IRS.
With human resources.
It's about your account
at Turner Creek Bank.
I don't have an account
at Turner Creek Bank.
No, but Patriot Limited does.
And that's you.
May I?
Who are you?
Think of me as a matchmaker.
I bring together parties
who can benefit each other.
For a fee, of course.
I don't need your help.
Unfortunately, you do.
I'm here to tell you that
your money isn't safe
at Turner Creek Bank anymore.
Not now.
It's urgent.
Okay, good timing, Sophie.
Now, Eliot and Hardison should
be finishing up at the bank
right about now.
Come on.
What?
Just got a call from one
of our men at the bank.
There are two agents from the IRS
asking about your accounts.
You call Chester.
Tell him to get rid of them.
They're there already, aren't they?
How did you know?
I told you.
I have friends at the IRS.
They're on to you, Mr. Whitman.
Well, if you know my former
department at the IRS,
then you probably
know Charlie Dean.
How is the old boy?
Now, that must be Whitman's
source inside the IRS.
Yeah, we need Hardison.
No. No, we don't.
Sophie, I want you to tell him
that the last time you saw
Charles was at his funeral.
Haven't you heard?
I'm so sorry.
It was a beautiful service.
All right.
You have my attention, Ms. Madison.
If my bank isn't safe, what is?
I want to introduce you to someone
who runs an alternative
financial institution.
How'd you know that?
Do you know when I'm gonna die?
Do you?
Parker.
What?
You think that was
enough to spook Whitman?
Don't know.
Comms and mobiles
don't work up here,
so we have to call
Nate from a land line.
Yeah, well, you can use
the phone at the bait shop
while I tackle us up.
We'll grab something to eat.
Come on!
Look at me.
I look like somebody
eats at a bait shop?
No.
You fellas are gonna
want to come with me.
Excuse you?
Make any sudden moves
and my boys will blow
your heads right off.
12.
Hey, man, this van is old.
I-I bet if we rush that
door, we could pop the lock.
You ready? Shut up.
At least I'm trying
to get us out of here.
What are you doing?
I'm drawing a map, Hardison.
17...
18...
Mr. Whitman, welcome
to your new bank.
You're kidding me, right?
Come with me.
Come on, ladies!
Let's kick it up a notch!
That's right!
Oh, let's make this a party!
Come on, girls.
You've got cats at home that
can pedal faster than that!
That's it for me. No, I'm done.
I've got to go.
Yeah, I-is this the manager?
All right, listen.
This is Oscar, uh, from corporate.
We've spoken before.
Hey, you know that
new, uh, ladies' gym
that's, uh, down
there on 14th Street?
Yeah, well, they're
poaching your members
o-over there at your place.
Yeah, they're offering
a free membership
to anyone who breaks
their contract with you.
So what I need you to do right now
is go down there and get the
skinny on what's going on.
Go! Go now!
What... what's going on?
Where'd everybody go?
Hugh Whitman, Vic Pellington.
He's the owner.
Hey, come on in. Have a seat.
So, what do you think of our
little operation we got here?
Well, it's a low-rent
gym for housewives.
Doesn't look like a bank to me.
No, that's true. Yeah.
One of them is... is nothing.
But you get five of these places,
and I'm telling you...
it's a money-laundering machine.
Vic owns 25 images franchises.
He sells interests to discerning
businessmen like yourself
looking to hide the
source of their income.
Except that only works
when you have customers
to explain the cash flow.
This place is empty.
And that right there, that's the
beauty of the health-club industry,
because 80% of the people,
they, uh, they pay the
membership but they never come.
Have a seat.
We have all these names...
Name after name of these
members that never come in
in our databank.
Give Vic your money to wash
and he just adds names
to the membership roster.
Your dirty money
becomes clean profit.
So she gets a finder's fee?
She does.
What about you?
My rake is 15%. Ugh.
Oh, yeah, but with that,
what you get is you
get detailed papers
that show that you're
an investor in images
for over a year.
You get board-meeting minutes.
It's all on the up.
Okay, what's the catch?
Well, the only catch is that
I need an answer now, today,
because...
I got one slot left, okay, and
you're not the only bidder.
All right, well, I'm
gonna want to look at
what you think are
detailed records.
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
I got, uh...
I'm very intimate with
the tax code, Vic.
I used to be district manager
with the internal revenue service.
That's cool.
Internal revenue service.
Taking money from
hard-working Americans
and shipping it straight to China.
Got it? Yeah, that's good.
You smell that?
Smell of death? Yes, I do.
Look, man, that's not even real.
Right? See, I make those
up from a little...
Turner Creek minutemen.
Anti-government militia, huh?
Anti-government freedom fighters.
They say the war
is coming, tax man,
but it's already begun.
What do you call a man
who takes your property,
enriches your adversaries, and
deprives you of your liberty?
Your enemy.
Consider yourselves
casualties of war.
It ain't gonna happen, Bubba.
I got one standing
and one kneeling.
Make it work.
Whoa! Hey! Hey!
Hold up! Hold up, man!
C-c-can I at least
get a-a cigarette?
What? C-can I get a cigarette?
As an enemy combatant,
I'm entitled to one last cigarette
according to Geneva
Convention article 89,
paragraph 3, subsection k.
Are we combatants or not?
Brandon...
Give the man a cigarette.
Those menthol lights?
No.
Come on, now.
Go on. Take your time.
I-it's over there, man.
Oh, for God's sake, Brandon!
For God's sake Brandon!
Come on! Come on!
Fire!
You see that? That's called a plan!
What plan, man?
Smoke cigarettes and die?
This way!
Come on! Get those dogs!
Get those dogs over here! Now!
Yes, hello, Mr. Wallach?
This is Alexandra from F.S.A.
I'm calling about the
outstanding balance
you have with...
Amherst...
Amherst oncology center?
Oh, it looks like
we got disconnected.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Parker, why aren't you
in Whitman's office yet?
Uh, 'cause it's my
first day at work.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Delete. Delete.
On my way now.
Delete. Delete.
Hardison, stop, stop, stop, stop.
What you mean, stop?
Why we stop running?
Listen to me, all right?
Running was good!
The van was averaging
45 miles an hour, right?
We were in there for 22 minutes.
We took two turns off the highway.
That's 17 miles north of town.
We need to go South.
That's South.
Says you and what compass?
This compass, man!
Some of us were born with
good direction, Hardison!
Yeah, well, how about
some sense, man?
That's uphill.
Running downhill is faster.
That's proven science.
All right. Go.
One, two, three. Yeah.
Damn it! Again? You got a tell, man.
You got a tell.
Come on! Go!
Here you go, boy. Sic 'em.
Good boy. Get 'em, get 'em.
If I were a super-secret
government document,
where would I hide?
Bingo.
Guys, I found the list, but
that's not all I found.
I found guns.
Ahh, geez.
Sorry, I... go ahead.
I-I got to take this call.
What?!
Looks like he's stealing
from the taxpayers
to buy weapons.
And flags.
Flags, huh? What kind of flags?
White with a green tree
inside a blue shield
with a star and a ribbon around it.
It says "ense petit placidam,
sub libertate quietem."
"By the sword we seek peace,
but only under liberty."
Well, that's from the
Massachusetts state flag.
The tree, that's from the
original colonial flag.
So he's a historian.
With an arsenal.
No wonder we can't find
anything about this guy online.
He's got a little secret.
I'm gonna try something.
I'm so sorry.
The local council wants
to up handicap ramps
all over the parking lot.
You know, next thing you know,
we're gonna have to put
braille in the, uh,
you know, on the free weights.
It's getting to be
ridiculous, these people.
That it is.
Boy, that's a sweet ride, huh?
Well-made machine.
Yeah, a beauty.
She's nice.
I appreciate a man who buys
American, I'll tell you that.
Used to work for the
government myself.
I'm going back a few
years, but, uh, you know,
back then, we all believed
in the same principles.
It's true.
Yeah, the system, it's...
it's... it's broken down.
It certainly is.
Whatever happened to "by the
people, for the people," huh?
I spent 20 years with the IRS.
You think after all that time
and all that money I collected,
any of it went to protect the
interest of real Americans?
No. We just hand it
off to other agencies.
They dole it out to welfare
cheats and border jumpers
and whatever black-hole programs
keep the incumbents in office.
Yeah, taxpayers these days...
They're a bunch of sheep.
Just blind followers
who don't even realize
their liberty is under
constant assault
by the government
that they've elected.
It's pathetic.
Preaching to the choir.
You know, that money
that, uh, the IRS is
looking for in that bank?
I told you. It's not mine.
It belongs to the revolution.
And it's coming.
That's why you got
to act fast, Hugh.
You've got those, uh, those
IRS agents snooping around.
I wouldn't worry about them.
I had them taken care of.
I've really got to get
back to my office.
Why don't you, uh, meet me
there with your records,
and I will try to give
you an answer today.
Pleasure to meet you.
Parker, have you, uh, talked
to Eliot or Hardison today?
No.
Uh, they could be out
of range, o-or...
Or in a lot of trouble.
I don't like it, Nate.
Eliot and Hardison should
have checked in by now.
I think we should call the police.
And tell them what?
Two of our friends are
impersonating IRS agents
at a bank?
Whitman said, "I took care of them."
Parker and I will find the boys.
You go close Whitman.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
We've got to get
them off our scent.
What's that? Just rub it on you!
It's skunkweed.
It'll get the dogs off
our scent, Hardison!
Rub it on your damn body!
It'll throw the dogs off.
Mnh-mnh. I can taste the smell
in my mouth. It's strong.
Put it on you, man!
Hey.
All right. High five.
A high five for morale!
What? Ugh! What the hell, man?
I know what I'm doing!
Gangrene, man! Gangrene!
You know what?
We wouldn't even be in this mess
if you ain't wanted to go fishing!
I could have taken you
down to mama's fish shack
and got you a catfish, two pieces,
and a biscuit for $5.99.
But instead you got us out
here with trigger-happy Joes
trying to fish us!
And he's all too happy
to shoot himself a Negro!
Oh, so it's a black thing now?
Is that it?
They're hunting me, too, all right?
Damn Skippy, it's a black thing!
Who they try to shoot first, Eliot?
Who got punched first, Eliot?
Me! I'm about tired
of this redneck...
Damn it, Hardison! Damn it, Eliot!
Look, man, I know what I'm doing.
I've done this before.
This, right here?
I-in the woods,
handcuffed to a man?
Yes, I have, okay?
It was easier last time, though.
Why?
'Cause he was already dead.
Good boy. Good boy.
Okay, what do you got?
I've got a map...
well, part of a map.
I don't know what it means.
What if Eliot and
Hardison have already...
Let's go in here.
Okay, so Hardison and Eliot,
they need us to stay calm,
so, uh, show me what you got,
and, uh, we'll figure
out how to save them.
Guys!
Eliot, Hardison! Can you hear me?
Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.
Nate? Nate?
You're breaking up, man!
We're in the woods.
Listen, we're approximately
17 miles from the bank.
Okay. W...
Damn it. Can you hear him?
No, man. It's cloud cover.
Day like this,
we got to bounce our
signal off a radio tower.
How do we do that?
Get a clear view of the sky.
Okay. Here it is.
All right, that's
Whitman's militia camp.
Uh, it doesn't show where.
Now, Eliot said they were
17 miles from the bank.
Let's get...
Okay.
It's got to be in here somewhere.
From the bank... to here.
Right there.
It's, uh, same creek, isn't it?
Yeah, no paved roads.
No people for miles.
In the middle of nowhere. Mm-hmm.
Nate, hey? Can you hear me?
Hardison? Are you okay?
Can't talk very loud.
These militia guys
are following us,
and they're armed and I'm
pretty sure we pissed them off.
Listen... now, there
are railroad tracks
a mile and a half west of the camp.
Can you get there?
Sure. But what if there's no train?
Well, there will be.
We're gonna steal you one.
Your records are very thorough.
Very impressive.
I do have some questions about
the profit sharing, however.
Huh? Oh, oh, the, uh, the, uh...
The nuts and bolts are
really Vic's forte.
Where is he?
I thought he was coming with you.
Oh, he's here. He's, uh,
he's on a conference call.
Money laundering... it isn't
all champagne and helicopters,
is it?
Oh. Excuse me.
Hate being away from the job.
I love collecting money.
Okay, Nate. I'm in.
Let's go steal a...Whoo! Whoo!
Okay, Parker, what I'm gonna do
is I'm gonna call your station.
You're gonna patch me through t o
the department of transportation.
Now, use the company's
caller-I.D. spoofing software
to make my call look like
it's coming from Fitchburg.
Okay. You're on.
Massdot, this is Bev.
Yeah, listen, I'm
sorry to bother you.
I'm walking my dogs
out here in Fitchburg.
It looks like you got a
problem on your track.
A bunch of rocks blocking the way.
Are you sure?
I haven't heard anything
about a rockslide.
Oh, yeah, am I sure?
Yeah, listen, I'm...
I'm sending you a picture
on my celly right now.
Okay. Yes, sir.
Yes, Bev. Yes.
Uh, we'll do our best.
It's a big problem.
We'll try to... okay.
Please hold, sir.
Massdot, this is Bev.
Is this the train department?
You got to send someone
out to Fitchburg.
Please hold, ma'am.
Uh, yeah, we got rocks!
Rocks on the tracks! Yeah.
Big rocks!
Hey, Gary, I got to re-route
the northbound Barrington.
We got a rockslide.
Okay, Eliot, Hardison,
a train on the way.
It's coming from Pennsylvania.
It's a produce train
carrying beets.
I'll take that as a good sign.
Well, like I said, I still
have a few questions.
But we do see the
world the same way.
And that counts for something.
God! Come on, man!
I hate beets.
Let's go! Come on!
So? Do we have a deal?
You will have a check by
the end of business day.
To the revolution.
All right, Sophie. Good work.
The train is on its way
to pick up the boys.
We're home free.
He did it, man! He actually did it!
He stole it!
How's your train-jumping
skills, man?
I ain't no hobo, but
I can hold my own.
All right. Don't move!
Put your hands up!
Man, what do you want us to do?
You're the ones that
put this on us, man.
We're already...
All right, go down.
Why you always...
Twist it. Not like that, man!
Re-phrase that, man!
Go under. Why you always
telling me to go down, Eliot?
Just switch... why you telling...
I'm not saying it
like that, man! Fine!
Just hold on a minute, man!
Shut up! Can we get a minute?
The man has a gun in your face, man.
Go under. Go! Go!
Twist it this way. Geez!
Look, man... man,
it ain't that hard.
It's not that hard.
He's so difficult.
Shut up!
Let me tell you something...
We get new recruits every day.
You can't stop what
we have planned.
No one can.
Come on, man. Let's go.
All right.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait.
What? Hardison, we got
to get on this train.
No, no. W-what'd you
smell in that camp?
What? I don't... what were
you smelling at the camp?
Look, man, we got to get
on this train right now!
Eliot, what were you smelling?
Fertilizer.
And molasses.
You can reduce the molasses down
and use it as an oil for a
fertilizer bomb, all right?
I've seen it in Lebanon.
It's better than kerosene.
Okay, s-so a fertilizer
bomb and a van.
That's what the little
hillbilly was crying about.
Look, man, we get on
this train, all right?
We get back there, and
we call the FBI
They clear everybody out.
Eliot, Eliot.
Was the bomb mixed already?
Is... is it stable?
No.
They got to use it
within the next 48 hours.
Okay, Eliot, we call the FBI.
Maybe they make it,
maybe they don't.
What happens then?
We're watching a building
blow up on the news,
children, firemen
scattered everywhere?
Look, man, I say we go back
down there, and we stop them.
I say we whup some hillbilly ass.
We're gonna get bloody on this one.
All right. Come on, man.
I'm gonna grab his walkie-talkie.
You get his shoelaces,
and you get his belt.
I'm getting this.
What do you say we
lose about 180 pounds?
Yeah?
Yeah.
How's the new girl doing?
Nate, we've lost contact with
Eliot and Hardison again.
Ah, they're probably on the train.
All right, but what about Sophie?
When's she getting Whitman's check?
Get me Whitman.
Excuse me.
Yes?
Sir, we have a problem.
I see.
No.
No, I'll take care of
things on this end.
I have to get to the
bank and get my money.
There's no telling what
those idiots out there
are liable to do.
Nate, our cover's blown.
The revolution's starting early.
Our cover's blown. Arly.
They're locking the building down.
I'm gonna try and stall Owens.
If I can make the elevator
think there's a fire,
the doors won't open.
All right. Good.
I'll find us a way out.
Listen, if Whitman is spooked,
he's gonna go for his money.
So we have to, uh, we have to
get to the bank before he does.
Eliot, Hardison, can you hear me?
W-where are you on the train?
Yeah, Nate, that didn't happen.
W-what do you mean
it didn't happen?
What... you're not on the train?
Don't worry about it.
Guys, y-you're telling
me you're gonna go
toe-to-toe with these
people without a plan?
Oh, we got a plan.
It's called C.W.A.
Can of whup ass.
Oh, geez.
Sophie, take the stairwell
to the first floor.
There are too many
eyes in the lobby.
We're gonna have to use
the emergency exit.
On my way.
Come on!
Nate, it worked.
The elevators are on
automatic emergency protocol.
They're all headed
to the ground floor.
What the hell?
Did you get them?
I'm on it, sir.
Well, get it done.
I'm holding you
personally responsible.
How are we gonna get
out without being seen?
We can't hack the security system.
I was actually thinking of
something a little more direct.
Go!
Stop them!
Stop them!!
God!
You feeling confident?
Not really.
Good.
'Cause overconfidence
will kill you faster
than a bullet any day.
Fear's good.
Oh, I have fear.
And doubt.
And really serious regrets.
I should be fine.
All right. Get ready, then.
Science. It works.
Freeze! Don't make
any sudden movement.
Move.
I need to make a withdrawal.
Right now.
Oh, uh, Mr. Whitman.
Yes, of course.
Take a seat.
Good work, Tommy.
Where you gonna put
the van, Chester?
An office building?
A preschool? A church?
A soldier knows there are
casualties in every war.
See, that's the difference
between a real soldier
and this little Halloween
outfit you got going on.
You'd kill to protect your rights.
A real soldier?
He'd die protecting
somebody else's.
Yeah, come on.
W-wait. Wait.
I never did get that cigarette.
Kill them.
I tell you, man.
I think I know where
your cigarette's at.
Do you? I think I saw
it right over there.
Right there?
Whitman's gone.
You all right? Yeah.
High five.
For morale.
Yo, incoming. Go! Go, go, go!
Chester!
Chester, what the
hell happened here?
Chester! Hey!
What the hell's going on?
Oh, never mind. Never mind.
Listen, there's too much heat
on the organization right now.
I have to get out of town.
I want you to take the men and
take them to a safe house.
Give me the keys to your truck.
Come on! Hurry up!
Hey.
Listen, next time I steal
you a train, get on it.
Look, man, you're not gonna
rain on my parade today, Nate.
I made a bomb.
Out of a menthol light.
I-it's over there, man.
Oh, for God's sake, Brandon!
For God's sake, Brandon!
Huh?
You got a radio?
What frequency are they on?
Seven seven two.
All right, I-I will be in touch
with further instructions
when it's safer.
All right? All units move in.
What's that? We have a
GPS location of the camp.
A.T.F. Airborne is incoming.
A.T.F.? That's the feds.
The feds are coming!
Be advised, be advised.
We have a cooperating
witness on the site.
Apprehend, but do not
injure Hugh Whitman.
What?
No, no, no. Hold it.
Guys, hold it. Wait a minute.
I should have known...
Once a government man,
always a government man.
Wait, I-I-I-I gave you training.
I gave you equipment.
Look, I handle the money.
Yeah, let's see the money.
Here.
There!
Wait a minute.
Oh, no, no, no.
Wait, this was
straight from the bank.
Who knew a sedan could hit 140?
Parker, you are never to get behind
the wheel of a car again, okay?
Never.
Wait, uh...
Hey, guys, I'm...
I'm a fellow patriot!
This the evidence you were
gonna sell to the feds
for your freedom?
What?
Chester, think!
This only hangs me!
We're being played.
We're being set up.
The money must be back at the bank.
You ain't lying about one thing.
We need to hide out.
So let's go into town and
get our money, Whitman.
And maybe we don't shoot you.
Move it.
All right! All right! All right!
Move it! Give me the keys!
Hey, you know, I'm starting
to enjoy the outdoors.
Hey, are you seriously gonna
let them get away with this?
Eliot, I stole you a train.
Have a little faith.
What's going on, Whitman?
I don't know.
They were just in here.
Hello?
Hello?
Hands in the air.
Don't move.
FBI! Let me see your hands!
Get 'em up!
Get down! Get on the ground!
That's not my case.
It got switched.
Are these the stolen
papers you mentioned?
Yep.
You!
Internal IRS documents.
Mr. Whitman, you and your
men are under arrest.
Wait a minute!
You got to listen to me!
That woman isn't who
she says she is!
She's a con artist!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We get that all the time.
Yeah, it's all one big conspiracy.
Yeah, you better run a psych
eval on that one, huh?
I'm trying to tell you.
Look...
Hey!
And that guy! He's part of it, too!
I'm telling you!
Why don't you listen to me?!
Listen!
Mr. Ford... I don't
know what to say.
Thank you. All of you.
Well, I know you've been out
of work for a little while.
Do you think you could help
us find the names on this list
and help them get their,
uh, their money back?
It's only a part-time job,
but I think you'll find
it really rewarding.
Oh, I'll drive.
Unh-unh. No. No, no, no.
I'll drive.
Uh, uh! Reel it in slow.
Reel it in slow.
I know how to do it, man.
I heard you.
See, you lost it.
There's no talking in...
That was the beauty of fishing!
You're tense, man.
It's a delicate sport.
You need to be delicate.
You got it! Yeah!
It's just not the same.
You're right.
It's better.
Yeah, buddy.