Leverage (2008–2012): Season 5, Episode 7 - The Real Fake Car Job - full transcript
Nate and the crew concoct a story about a vintage car to get a corrupt Wall Street businessman to break his immunity agreement with the government.
The hell kind of muni track
has a par-five dogleg left
into the wind?
Stupid rental clubs cost
me two strokes a side.
Erickson?!
Erickson!
I've been trying to call you for months!
Where's my money?!
You took my money!
Stand back, sir.
Erickson!
Get him out of here. Okay.
You belong in jail, Erickson!
- You're a thief!
- Sir.
I think you're mistaken.
That man is a thief!
That man is Jim Cole, not Erickson.
I suggest you walk away.
I just figured a guy like you would have,
I don't know, an office or something.
Oh, yeah, I tried it once.
Had trouble keeping it in one piece.
Secretary? Business cards?
Gabe Erickson got one of those?
Yeah. Well, you got me there.
Is this the guy?
Gabe Erickson.
I mean, this guy wipes me out back east.
I spent 14 months looking for a job,
and, finally, a buddy of mine sets me up
over here at Eagle Cove,
and... boom... there he is.
You sure it was him?
Mr. Ford, me and my brother
started our landscaping business
over 20 years ago with a borrowed truck.
But we worked it. Every hour, every day.
My wife, she did the accounts.
And on the weekends,
we'd always have this
big barbecue, you know?
And we'd let our kids wash the trucks.
'Course, they're just running around
with the hose, screaming.
And we would just watch them, you know?
And we knew that we had built
something that was gonna last.
Gabe Erickson looked me in the eye,
swore he'd take care of my family's money,
and then he stole it.
So, yeah, I'm sure.
Now, Erickson... he was arrested a year ago
on $130 million stock scam, right?
He hasn't even been tried yet.
So, what's he doing on that
golf course three days ago,
hiding behind bodyguards?
I got the security-camera footage
from Eagle Cove's parking lot.
Those guys are Federal Marshals.
Hardison, zoom in on that gun right there.
That's a glock 23, .40 caliber...
standard-issue weapon of
choice for Marshals Service.
Erickson's in the Witness
Protection Program?
How did he rate that?
I don't have all the information just yet,
but it looks like, in
addition to the stock scam,
he's been laundering money for the mafia,
including Don Paolo Brancato,
the head of the New York mafia.
Erickson doesn't strike me as a mob guy.
Because he's not.
No, he establishes mob ties
as a get-out-of-jail-free card.
So, if the day ever comes that the
S.E.C. discovers his stock fraud...
He'll trade his mob records
for immunity and a new identity.
Sweet!
I mean, evil. And clever, but bad.
I just found this out.
Of the $130 million, $50 million's missing.
They say Erickson stashed
it right before his arrest.
And found this WITSEC
memo dated two days ago.
Apparently, being
recognized on a golf course
is a low-level breach of security.
They're gonna move him.
Transfer papers are for Friday.
Yeah, so it's less than a week
with that Marshal hanging all over him.
And the mob out there, looking for him.
I mean, if the guy's careless enough
to be found by his own victims,
then they're not gonna be far behind.
Okay. So, first, we split up.
Now, we don't know enough about this guy
to run a job on him,
so we got to find out what we can.
This Gabe Erickson... he
must be employed somewhere.
What? Is it time for my 2:00 P.M. lecture?
I know... don't contact
anyone from my past.
Don't tell anyone what I used to be.
Well, I didn't realize you
were listening, Mr. Cole.
Here you go. For the wifi.
Thanks.
Is the last "Warriors of Grun" book in?
No.
And that stupid goblin kills
mistress Ferryweather in the end.
Second, we need the hook.
What does this guy want?
Look at the items
confiscated after his arrest.
There's high-end art,
properties all over the world,
vintage cars...
all seized and sold at government auction
for pennies on the dollar.
Somewhere in there is the thing he loves
that's been taken away forever.
Okay. Hardison, Parker, you're on that.
So, this is where he lives.
Hey.
I'm tapped into his DVR.
Right now I got detailed records
of what he's watching,
what he's buying on demand,
- and all the little bits he's fast-forwarding through.
- Cool.
Looks like it's just a bunch
of car-restoration shows,
some soap operas... embarrassing.
What you doing?
Got his garbage.
Garbage is always best.
I just had Lucille detailed!
Oh, are you kidding me? Get... girl...
Is that seafood I smell?
I don't... yeah, a little... whew.
I'm done. I'm done. I mean, really?
I got to be the only one sitting here,
sifting through garbage by myself?
Y'all can't help? Y'all ain't got hands?
- Wow.
- Nate: You know, the thing about this Erickson guy
is that he goes straight
home and straight to work.
No stops, no friends.
And the U.S. government have
him on a very short leash.
The guy's basically in jail already.
WITSEC is like the ninth circle
of hell for guys like him.
Like us.
I mean, Nate, do you think
that you can go back to being John Q
and not go insane if you
had to give it all up?
Sure. Maybe. Yeah.
Maybe not.
I really...
I don't think beyond the job
that's right in front of us.
I, you know, don't have the luxury
to think beyond that, so...
- Really?
- Hmm?
- What?
Huh? That's the best you've got?
Hey, guys, I got something.
Thank God.
Looks like he likes building model cars.
I got... what is this? A '46 Triumph 1800,
'38 Bantam Roadster.
So, he's a... he's a car collector.
He owned at least a dozen rare
vintage cars when he was arrested.
He's got nothing but rare-car
shows on his DVR, so...
You know what we have to
do? You know we have to...
we have to create a rare-car competition
r... right here in Portland.
So... something, like... you
know, with a tent and trophies
and... and big lawn and people and...
you know, that sort of thing.
And... and we're definitely gonna need...
A Packard 1934 original
1101 Roadster coupe.
The "Motor City Mussolini."
Hey, you know, I'm on
that. I got... I'm on that.
Sophie, handle that. Thank you.
- Appreciate it.
- Oh!
I'm out.
I don't like that...
that whole smug look on his face.
Yeah.
Like he's got a, you know...
a $50 million backup plan.
Let's go steal it.
It just means that it's available.
Mm.
Thank you.
So, the password...
I am now on break.
Ohhh.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Nash-Healey. 1953?
Pretty rare out here in Lumber-ville.
That's right.
One of the earliest
American-made sports cars.
Showed extremely well at le
mans its first year off the line.
Dual jetfire. Inline six.
Manual three-speed
transmission with overdrive.
Well, well. You an owner?
Used to be.
Oh. Oh, sorry to hear it.
It's such a shame to lose something
you love so much, you know.
It's only temporary.
You ought to come out tomorrow
to the first annual Portland vintage.
It's gonna be quite something.
Biggest competition in the northwest.
It's the only reason I shipped her here.
- You shipped her yourself?
- Yeah.
I mean, I keep most of
my collection offshore.
Now I do most of my own shipping...
tax purposes.
If you're interested.
Hey, and I hope to see you tomorrow.
Gonna be something.
Hmm.
Hardison, how we doing
with the competition?
Competition's all set, Nate.
All set? Already?
Hey, easier done than said, man.
Craigslist.
One simple ad,
and these rare-car guys
will flock to any empty lot
just for a peek at a vintage carburetor.
Owner's heading out of town.
He won some trip... all
expenses paid to Bora-Bora.
He's a lucky man.
Erickson's got $50 million.
Can't he just buy another
one of these Packards?
No, no, no.
Back in the day,
there was a legend among car collectors.
A lost car... the lost ark of luxury cars.
Yeah, the Packard Coupe...
It was the limousine
of the rich and famous.
It was used by movie
stars, dignitaries, royalty.
Yeah, now there's only 30
of them left in the world.
But the legend is of one
very special Packard Coupe.
It fell off the grid just
before the second World War.
Owned by Benito Mussolini,
plucked from the heart of American industry
at the height of fascism.
We found it in Sacramento?
The one Mussolini owned?
Well, uh, no.
We found one that was
close enough to Portland
that matched the basic right description.
Eliot, did you get it yet?
There's 18 hours until competition.
We got 10 hours between here and Portland.
Yeah, and about half a dozen
security systems to disarm.
And that's just on the car itself.
That packard is the golden fleece.
And car collectors, a
bunch of wealthy eccentrics,
can't stop looking for it.
Yeah, they're... they're
still looking for it.
They're convinced it's out there,
wasting away somewhere for nearly 70 years.
So we convince Erickson
that we found Mussolini's
lost Packard Coupe.
He'll pay at least what he
owes Kyle Davis to acquire it.
Yes, and in the process,
he's gonna have to access
his secret $50 million stash.
And Hardison can trace
where the money's hidden.
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
No way am I giving up this
life to be an ordinary person.
Did you talk to Parker about that?
What you mean... why would I...
No, she's the least ordinary
person I know... you know.
Shoot. Wait.
- Do I have to talk to her about stuff like...
- Yeah.
'Cause I...
You know what? Just forget
it. Let's get to work.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Portland vintage car show.
Judging of all the concourse
events will begin shortly.
I see, once again, I have to explain
the rules of WITSEC to you.
I just want an hour... half-hour.
Unless you want a mob bullet
in the back of your skull,
do not engage in any
activities from your old life.
Never contact anyone from your old life.
This isn't what I signed up for.
I just want five minutes.
Could you forget about
rules for five minutes?
You've been forgetting about
the rules for 10 months now,
and I'm still mad at
you for that little trip
- to the golf course the other day.
- You're mad?
I'm supposed to be in
Arizona, not Portland.
They're headed your way, and
the Marshal is all over him.
We need a 10-second window.
I'll see what I can do.
Excuse me.
I'm so sorry to bother you,
but I was hoping you could help me.
Um, my grandfather just passed.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, he left me a farm nearby,
and in the back barn, I
found a classic car, I think.
A Packard 110-something-or-other.
But I know so little about
cars, I was wondering if you...
Well, there's a guy called Phil.
He's set up over there.
He's got a beautiful Alfa Romeo.
I'm sure he can help you.
Thanks. Good luck.
See the evolution of the Porsche 911
through the decades on the north lawn.
You know, I... I always felt
they made the judges in these
things dress too serious.
Yeah, no, no.
They told me you'd be
here at 11:15. It's 11:30.
I just wanted you to see
my sweetheart before...
yeah, it's just right over here.
It's this beauty right here, this...
I'm not a judge.
Are we gonna have a problem?
Uh, excuse me, miss.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I couldn't help but overhear you earlier.
Oh, about my grandfather?
I know. It's such a shame, isn't it?
No.
I... I mean, yes, it...
yeah, of course it's a shame.
But I was actually talking
about the car that he left you.
The Packard 1101 Coupe?
You're familiar with it?
Oh, yes.
Oh, terrific!
Yes, um, well,
my grandparents immigrated
from Italy after World War II
and brought it back with them.
But grandpa's kept it in
the barn ever since, so...
Probably didn't want anyone
to think he'd stolen it.
An immigrant, he was poor.
What...
I could go look at it
right now if you'd like.
Um, no, I'm sorry.
It's... it's still a little...
I understand.
I've had things I love
taken away from me, too.
Okay.
W... wait.
I'm Bonnie. Myerson.
Jim. Jim Cole.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
Shall we?
Yes.
The barn's just about two miles from here.
Okay, Hardison, Eliot,
are we up and running at the barn?
Not exactly.
The freeway was like a
classic-car parking lot.
Thought somebody was gonna
try to race us for pinks.
Okay, well, we got less than five minutes
to turn a car that looks brand-new
into the old relic that
Erickson is coming to see,
or we are blown.
Let's go!
Thanks for the help. Appreciate it.
It's a 1934 Packard 1101.
It is spectacular.
Some of these pieces look
like they've been restored.
Oh?
Old-world craftsmanship.
They used to build these to last.
Push the history, Parker.
You know, I think someone very wealthy
gifted this car to my grandfather
right before Italy bowed out of the war.
You know, maybe someone he worked for?
But you don't know where he worked?
No, he didn't really talk about it.
But my grandmother once let something slip
about "The Palace."
Ah. That's interesting.
Parker, drop some more Italian names.
She's got it, Nate.
You know, the trick is knowing
when to leave the party.
Ah. When does it end?
Gabe Erickson could tell you.
Sometime before you lose
everything you showed up with.
You know, I... I showed up
to the party empty-handed,
but I met a nice girl.
You know, maybe if I play my cards right...
Nate, the reason you
can't look to the future...
Sophie.
Is because you're still
motivated by the past.
I just hope that one day...
with or without me...
'cause that doesn't matter...
you can put it all behind you.
I read online that Clark
Gable had two of these.
It's probably just a myth.
I had an old car buddy
of mine named Charlie.
Knew every rumor in the book.
Hell, he probably made up half of them
to pump up the sale price.
What if I told you that
I wanted to buy this car?
Oh, well, I... I was just hoping
you could tell me if it was valuable.
Oh, any car from this
era is gonna have value,
but the engine's on its last legs,
and the inlaid wood in
the coach, the paint...
I'll tell you what... why don't I go home?
I'll do a little research, I'll come back,
and I'll make you a fair offer.
Huh? You can trust me.
I promise.
Okay, guys, we've bought
ourselves a few more hours.
Hardison, breadcrumbs...
the Myerson family and the car itself.
Sophie, Eliot, we need
to distract the Marshal
just a little bit longer.
You know what to do.
Where are you?
I swear, if you even
think of running off on me,
I will use every means in my...
- Hello.
- How you doing?
We just moved in two doors down.
I'm Frannie McElroy.
- This is my husband...
- Barry McElroy.
We're the McElroys.
Is your husband around?
We heard that you two are just so sweet.
Let me ask you a question.
What kind of security
system are you guys using?
'Cause you never can be
too careful these days.
Okay, you know what?
This really isn't a good time,
so if you two could come back another t...
Oh! Before I forget.
We baked you a fruitcake.
Just a little something to thank you
for letting us join your neighborhood!
They always throw out the
cake, but they keep the tray.
Where have you been?
What, do I have to tell
you everything I do now?
We have to be joined at the hip.
You can't just go anywhere you please.
Not anymore.
- Well, I'm here now.
- That is not the point.
I guess that's what it's like, huh?
Retirement?
Mm-hmm.
You're trying to run my life.
I got to work. I come home.
I go to work. I come home.
I mean, you're smothering me!
Just all up in each other's business 24/7.
Nothing to do.
I could never retire. Could
you... would you ever...
Mnh-mnh. Mm. No, hell, no.
Good. Good. Are you sure you...
Mm. Good.
Then we're on the same page.
Eliot told you.
You were flailing just a little bit.
- A skosh?
- Yeah, a skosh.
There's a problem.
This couple... they rang the bell.
They said that they
moved in a few doors down.
I didn't actually see anyone moving in!
The house is empty,
and they were acting really strange.
Acting strange? In Portland?
They could be hired guns.
You're overreacting.
You get recognized on the golf course,
and two days later, Mr.
and Mrs. Smith show up?
How do I get you to understand
that there are people trying to kill you?!
The kind of people that...
I'm gonna go to my
crappy bookstore job now.
Is that okay with you?
Fine.
Hey.
Your phone.
I got the bookstore covered.
I cloned his laptop, and
I'm wired into his phone.
We're in, baby.
Cha-ching.
This guy knows what he's doing.
He spent the last hour playing
six degrees of immigration.
Now he's looking for records of upkeep
and parts ordered for our packard.
Yeah, well, he wants to make sure
the car's been parked in
the barn since the war.
I'm on it.
There we go.
Specialty website. Okay, look.
I'm logged into a chat
room for classic cars.
How many people are there?
12. 7 of them are me.
Okay, guys, we got a problem.
Right now he's calling the granddaughter
of Mussolini's custom-coach
builder... in Italy.
Okay. Hardison, uh, divert the call.
Huh?
Ready?
He's dialing a number.
It's got a Manhattan code. I
think it's somebody he knows.
- Yeah.
- Charlie?
It's Erickson.
Gabe Erickson.
Blast from the past. How you been?
I'm about to be a lot better.
I need everything you got
on the Motor City Mussolini.
You know same as me.
Last seen being driven by one
soon-to-be-dead Italian dictator.
Most recent photo... 1935.
I think he may have gifted
it to his butler or whatever.
And the guy took off to the
states when it went South.
Hey, if you found a Packard
that spent some time off the grid,
you just hit pay dirt.
What show you snooping around at?
The, uh... Portland vintage.
Never heard of it.
Neither have I.
Oh, what the hell?
Hello?
Bonnie. Hi!
Jim Cole.
Tell you what...
I'd like to pay cash for that car.
Okay, Hardison,
tell me as soon as he
accesses those accounts
so Parker can do what she needs to do.
I'm thinking $550,000, $600,000.
No way. $300,000, maybe $400,000.
Hey, guys.
It looks like Erickson's bringing
a bag of money to the barn.
By the size of the bag,
I'd say it's a couple
hundred thousand, tops.
But I've been monitoring
every move he's made
for the last 24 hours, both
physically and virtually.
He didn't access any
accounts to get that money.
Can somebody please tell me
how a witness in federal protection
gets his hands on a couple
hundred thousand dollars
we don't know about?
Can somebody please tell me
how a witness in federal protection
gets his hands on a couple
hundred thousand dollars
we don't know about?
Here you go. For the wifi.
Thanks.
He was selling people free Internet
for five bucks a pop at the bookstore.
The parking-lot scam. That's old-school.
Yeah, I bet he's been running
dozens of the same scam
for the last 10 months.
Hardison, here's what I
need you to do immediately...
go over to that barn.
I want you to play a rival bidder, okay?
We need that guy to access
those secret accounts.
Eliot, Sophie, you stay with the Marshal.
Do whatever you have to
do to keep her dialed in.
What do you mean that
there is a rival bidder?
I'm sorry.
I just know if $150,000
is worth the years...
possibly decades... that
my grandfather spent...
Is it Gustavsen? It's Gustavsen, isn't it?
Such a bastard.
I want it.
For what?
To unlock its... artistic potential.
This wheel well... that one, too...
would serve as the perfect base for my...
my next expression.
Let me get this straight.
You're gonna take this car... this car...
and you're gonna dismantle it for parts?
- Ah, you...
- Shh, shh. Mnh-mnh.
Not parts.
I don't... I don't... I don't see parts.
I see links to a very
specific time and place.
I select only those that best capture
the gripping detail of their origins...
the grille of a 1921 Bentley.
The side-door panels of a Mercer Cobra.
You took apart a 1921 Bentley...
and a Mercer Cobra?
Yes, they were acquired at a
government auction last year.
Welded into...
I'll give you $300,000 for this car.
$500,000.
$600,000. $700,000.
I will give you 7... 7...
$750,000 for this car.
Sold.
For shame.
Out.
Pass code... 2294.
Client number... 66155.
$600,000 American, wired
to primary location.
First password... Boesky.
Hardison, you getting all this?
- Second is Milken.
- I'm working on it.
Third... Steinbrenner.
Where's the guy on the
other end of the line?
Well, that's the problem. There is no guy.
Erickson's leaving a recording
on an Internet voicemail.
It's kind of like a dead drop.
His account manager accesses the recording,
so there's never any direct link
between Erickson and his secret accounts.
I'm tracking the I.P. address,
but we can actually get a bank location,
these passwords are useless.
- Hello?
- Hi.
Remember me from two days
ago outside the coffee shop?
"Used to be an owner."
I'm about to be again.
How can I help you?
She there?
Yeah, she's in the back of the parking lot,
watching us like a hawk.
Are we being suspicious enough?
Never mind.
So, what do you think you're
gonna do after all this is done?
Always wanted to open up my own restaurant.
Now I'm probably gonna get stuck
making sure Hardison's
doesn't go out of business.
Throw a couple of drunks
out every once in a while.
Maybe the place will
get robbed once a year.
- Don't use that.
- Hmm?
For future references, you
can chew right through it.
Huh.
Any other tips from back in the day,
when you used to... people?
After sunset, this field
is gonna be completely dark.
No clear sight lines from the road.
First thing to find a body
out here would be a coyote...
Okay. Now I'm scared.
- I'm here.
- Eliot.
You're what's scaring me.
So, just for argument's sake,
which one of us do you
think would cope better?
You know, with being an ordinary person?
You know, without going... mad?
Me.
Really?
'Cause, um...
well, you know, I was thinking me.
It's me.
they're not mob hit men.
They're hit men for...
Yeah. Portland police?
Okay, Parker, Hardison,
get here as soon as you can.
All right, got it, Nate. We're on our way.
Uh, Cole, yes.
Um, so, I'm at the warehouse with the car.
The Myerson girl is on her way
to sign the papers and everything,
only I don't see you.
Yeah, the place is like
an aircraft carrier.
Uh, I guess I'm at the, uh, the South end,
so, uh, give me a call when you get this.
I'm tired.
You're tired?
Must be all this fresh
air you're breathing.
Where's the Marshal?
You see her?
They're coming for us. Go.
Nate, Marshal Rose called the cops.
They're on our way to us now.
Guys, is our cover blown?
What did she tell the police?
Do either one of you know
where the Marshal is right now?
tried to distract me while
your two friends spoke to Cole
about murdering me for money.
Look, I... what are you talking about?
Yeah, what are you talking about?
I'm talking about the two hit
men you hired to have me killed.
Three if you count this guy.
I didn't hire anybody to kill you.
Uh, guys, I need a little help, here.
Yeah, we're a little
busy right now, too, Nate!
Uh, Nate, look... we're
coming, man. We're coming.
How the hell did you find me, anyway?
I activate the GPS tracker on your phone.
I followed you to the building.
What? You're pissed at me?
I could gun you down right
now for plotting to kill a federal Marshal,
and nobody would even ask me any questions!
Nobody's plotting to kill you, you idiot!
Okay, guys, due respect,
both of you. Due respect.
Listen, I don't think
anyone's hiring hit men
to kill either one of you.
Now, all Mr. Cole did,
here, was buy a vintage car
for $750,000 and ask me to help
with the shipping of it overseas.
That's all. That's the
only reason I'm here.
So if you'd kindly just let me go.
You didn't.
Ehh.
Tell me you didn't!
I did not sell out the Marshals service
so that you could throw away
all of our planning on a car!
God, that hurt.
You are not in control, Ellie!
I'm the one in control here.
I've been in control
since the second you agreed
to get me out of the country
after I testify.
I agreed for $5 million, Erickson!
Well, I guess we know why
they can't stand each other.
And that payday is two years from now!
You can't go 10 months
without doing something stupid!
Actually, I thought he got
terrific valuation on the car.
Shut up! Thank you.
The government is gonna find the money.
This time or next time.
They're just waiting for you to screw up
and lead them back to
your little hiding place.
What are you gonna do then?
Y... you're not gonna shoot me.
You're not gonna shoot me
'cause you know how it'll make you look.
Like you screwed up the
biggest assignment of your life.
And you won't get the $5 million.
Just... observing.
That's why I'm gonna shoot you.
Whoa, hey, hey. I...
Wait. Why you gonna kill him?
So we can fake your death, idiot.
And get you out of the country today.
I want to get paid!
A mob dentist I used to protect...
he'll fake all the records.
We'll burn his body. I like this plan.
Sounds really interesting.
Uh, guys, Eliot, Sophie,
you got to come here.
Bring the cops as soon as you possibly can.
So, what are you mumbling about?
- Hardison?
- Be there in a sec.
And bring some orange soda.
- What?
- I can't dip into my stash, Nate.
Just... just... just bring the man a soda!
Okay.
Look I know how hard it is
for a person to change their nature.
I have some experience in this.
You are in what is called
a transitional period.
You picked up on that, did ya?
Let me give you some advice
that, um, someone gave me.
It's very hard to move forward and be happy
until you stop looking to the past.
Give me the gun. I'll shoot him myself.
Wait. Stop. Stop. Stop. Did you hear that?
- No, just give me the gun. I want to shoot him.
- No, shut up!
I've never shot anybody.
The cops are gonna be here any minute,
and this is all your fault
because you couldn't keep
your hands off your wallet.
M... Marshal, you know,
I know you're upset and everything,
but, really, you can't blame him
for something that happened yesterday.
Past is the past.
I mean, you can't blame
him for anything that happened
20 minutes ago, 2 minutes ago.
What you need to be
thinking about, I think,
is what's gonna happen next.
Can somebody record this?
I want a record of this.
The cops might be outside
this building right now,
and they're gonna come in and everything,
but you both still have a moment, a chance
to get outside and... and
... and plan your getaway.
Nate.
You're not gonna believe
who just showed up.
What could you give me
that'll make me reconsider
asking my two associates
here to tie you up in a bag
with the nearest mountain lion?
I...
Can I...
- Yeah?
- Charlie?
It's Erickson.
Gabe Erickson.
Blast from the past. How you been?
Want you guys to watch the doors.
You guys come with me.
I don't care about the cops.
I want Erickson.
Nate, it's Don Paolo Brancato, man.
He's headed your way.
All right, I see the
warehouse up ahead, Nate,
but we still got cops on us.
It's gonna take a couple more minutes.
Just shut up and let me think for a minute!
What good is that gonna do us?
If the cops, in fact,
are gonna come in here,
you might want to make it less obvious
that you're holding a hostage!
That's actually not a bad idea.
Now, if we just untie him...
No, no! I can say that I just arrested him.
If we untie him, we're
not gonna be in trouble.
Don't touch him! Stop!
Hello, Erickson.
You called our mutual friend, Charlie.
Oh, you are an idiot.
Shut up.
Granted, that only got us to Portland.
But then, when we traced your phone,
seems you left your GPS tracking on.
All right, that one's on me.
Just put the gun down.
I'm serious, Brancato.
Just... put the guns down.
Put the guns down, or I'll sh... oh!
Whoa!
I can't see him!
Check over there!
Parker, a little help?
What are you doing? What are you doing?
That is the good stuff,
imported from Mexico!
Nate, the cops are at the north side.
The South entrance will
be clear in 10 seconds.
Make it five.
Come on!
You think it'll work?
It has to.
What will work?
Lots of cars in the '30s were diesels.
They would run on vegetable oil.
We're gonna fuel up the
packard and try to...
The car?!
The car that's all the way over there?!
You mean we got to run over there
and get in the car,
drive through a gunfight,
and pray that it's bulletproof
like the Batmobile?!
Okay, I'm in. Let's go. Go, go.
Aah!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Just stop shooting! Stop shooting!
I wasn't...
I wasn't gonna testify against you.
I was just trying to avoid prosecution.
Aah!
Aah! Wait, wait, wait!
I have $50 million in the Cayman Islands.
I'll give you half.
Okay! You can have all of it.
Aah!
Okay, Hardison, what are there,
a couple of dozen banks
down there in the Caymans?
Nate, get the car started.
Worry about the stash later.
Stop! Please stop!
- Nate. Nate.
- Nate, stop!
That's my car! No!
Nate!
This is the Portland police.
We have the building surrounded.
Freeze!
Come out with your hands up.
You actually put all this together?
We handed out the trophies yesterday,
but these people, they
... they just won't leave.
You asked to speak with me, Mr. Ford,
so let's speak.
We recovered the $50 million
from Erickson's bank in the Caymans.
I would like to distribute that money
to the people he stole it from.
I have no claim on that money.
And I don't believe I wish to pick a fight
with a man such as yourself...
If I can avoid it.
What about the Marshal?
I'll take care of her.
Welcome to Canada.
Please have your passport or nexus card
out and available for inspection.
Just a little weekend getaway.
You must provide receipts for
any purchases made out of country.
Thank you.
Hold it there, Marshal.
There is one other thing
I'd like to ask of you,
and that is that you or
any of your associates
leave Erickson alone in prison.
Out of the question.
I need Erickson dead.
Well, no.
No, you just need him quiet, really.
He was picked up by the police.
His Marshal's gone rogue.
He's losing his immunity as we speak.
He's gonna stand trial for
his financial infractions
and go to jail for a very long time.
Let him live and enjoy it.
You know, my organization, in
its original and purest form,
was law enforcement.
Neighborhoods where the police didn't have
the ability to enforce the law.
Mm.
There was a purpose.
They were trying to build something.
We lost sight of that.
Well, we can all be better, huh?
Gonna be hard work getting that
landscaping business up again?
The thing I've learned
about hard work, Mr. Ford...
Makes coming home at night to the
people that love you feel even better.
That's true. Hey, take care.
Oh, hey. The car?
Back where we found it.
Oh, good.
The owner's gonna be back soon.
Now, let me just roll this
back for a second, Nate.
You knew that that Mussolini
car would drive Erickson crazy.
So crazy that he would
call his old car contact,
access secret bank accounts,
turn on his Marshal babysitter,
and almost get taken out by the mob guys
that he planned to testify against?
Mm-hmm.
That's like five different things
nobody could have ever known would happen.
I only knew three of the five.
Ah. I knew it. See, which three?
Oh, come on, Nate, don't...
Don't do me like that, Nate.
Don't do me like that, Nate.
I couldn't help overhearing
what you said in the warehouse
about putting the past behind you.
I had a gun to my head.
This is our bar.
I'm sure I can rustle up a gun somewhere.
Mm.
- You were wrong about one thing.
- Really?
Because I couldn't
possibly be right, could I?
Wanting to move on with or without you...
it matters.
We matter.
has a par-five dogleg left
into the wind?
Stupid rental clubs cost
me two strokes a side.
Erickson?!
Erickson!
I've been trying to call you for months!
Where's my money?!
You took my money!
Stand back, sir.
Erickson!
Get him out of here. Okay.
You belong in jail, Erickson!
- You're a thief!
- Sir.
I think you're mistaken.
That man is a thief!
That man is Jim Cole, not Erickson.
I suggest you walk away.
I just figured a guy like you would have,
I don't know, an office or something.
Oh, yeah, I tried it once.
Had trouble keeping it in one piece.
Secretary? Business cards?
Gabe Erickson got one of those?
Yeah. Well, you got me there.
Is this the guy?
Gabe Erickson.
I mean, this guy wipes me out back east.
I spent 14 months looking for a job,
and, finally, a buddy of mine sets me up
over here at Eagle Cove,
and... boom... there he is.
You sure it was him?
Mr. Ford, me and my brother
started our landscaping business
over 20 years ago with a borrowed truck.
But we worked it. Every hour, every day.
My wife, she did the accounts.
And on the weekends,
we'd always have this
big barbecue, you know?
And we'd let our kids wash the trucks.
'Course, they're just running around
with the hose, screaming.
And we would just watch them, you know?
And we knew that we had built
something that was gonna last.
Gabe Erickson looked me in the eye,
swore he'd take care of my family's money,
and then he stole it.
So, yeah, I'm sure.
Now, Erickson... he was arrested a year ago
on $130 million stock scam, right?
He hasn't even been tried yet.
So, what's he doing on that
golf course three days ago,
hiding behind bodyguards?
I got the security-camera footage
from Eagle Cove's parking lot.
Those guys are Federal Marshals.
Hardison, zoom in on that gun right there.
That's a glock 23, .40 caliber...
standard-issue weapon of
choice for Marshals Service.
Erickson's in the Witness
Protection Program?
How did he rate that?
I don't have all the information just yet,
but it looks like, in
addition to the stock scam,
he's been laundering money for the mafia,
including Don Paolo Brancato,
the head of the New York mafia.
Erickson doesn't strike me as a mob guy.
Because he's not.
No, he establishes mob ties
as a get-out-of-jail-free card.
So, if the day ever comes that the
S.E.C. discovers his stock fraud...
He'll trade his mob records
for immunity and a new identity.
Sweet!
I mean, evil. And clever, but bad.
I just found this out.
Of the $130 million, $50 million's missing.
They say Erickson stashed
it right before his arrest.
And found this WITSEC
memo dated two days ago.
Apparently, being
recognized on a golf course
is a low-level breach of security.
They're gonna move him.
Transfer papers are for Friday.
Yeah, so it's less than a week
with that Marshal hanging all over him.
And the mob out there, looking for him.
I mean, if the guy's careless enough
to be found by his own victims,
then they're not gonna be far behind.
Okay. So, first, we split up.
Now, we don't know enough about this guy
to run a job on him,
so we got to find out what we can.
This Gabe Erickson... he
must be employed somewhere.
What? Is it time for my 2:00 P.M. lecture?
I know... don't contact
anyone from my past.
Don't tell anyone what I used to be.
Well, I didn't realize you
were listening, Mr. Cole.
Here you go. For the wifi.
Thanks.
Is the last "Warriors of Grun" book in?
No.
And that stupid goblin kills
mistress Ferryweather in the end.
Second, we need the hook.
What does this guy want?
Look at the items
confiscated after his arrest.
There's high-end art,
properties all over the world,
vintage cars...
all seized and sold at government auction
for pennies on the dollar.
Somewhere in there is the thing he loves
that's been taken away forever.
Okay. Hardison, Parker, you're on that.
So, this is where he lives.
Hey.
I'm tapped into his DVR.
Right now I got detailed records
of what he's watching,
what he's buying on demand,
- and all the little bits he's fast-forwarding through.
- Cool.
Looks like it's just a bunch
of car-restoration shows,
some soap operas... embarrassing.
What you doing?
Got his garbage.
Garbage is always best.
I just had Lucille detailed!
Oh, are you kidding me? Get... girl...
Is that seafood I smell?
I don't... yeah, a little... whew.
I'm done. I'm done. I mean, really?
I got to be the only one sitting here,
sifting through garbage by myself?
Y'all can't help? Y'all ain't got hands?
- Wow.
- Nate: You know, the thing about this Erickson guy
is that he goes straight
home and straight to work.
No stops, no friends.
And the U.S. government have
him on a very short leash.
The guy's basically in jail already.
WITSEC is like the ninth circle
of hell for guys like him.
Like us.
I mean, Nate, do you think
that you can go back to being John Q
and not go insane if you
had to give it all up?
Sure. Maybe. Yeah.
Maybe not.
I really...
I don't think beyond the job
that's right in front of us.
I, you know, don't have the luxury
to think beyond that, so...
- Really?
- Hmm?
- What?
Huh? That's the best you've got?
Hey, guys, I got something.
Thank God.
Looks like he likes building model cars.
I got... what is this? A '46 Triumph 1800,
'38 Bantam Roadster.
So, he's a... he's a car collector.
He owned at least a dozen rare
vintage cars when he was arrested.
He's got nothing but rare-car
shows on his DVR, so...
You know what we have to
do? You know we have to...
we have to create a rare-car competition
r... right here in Portland.
So... something, like... you
know, with a tent and trophies
and... and big lawn and people and...
you know, that sort of thing.
And... and we're definitely gonna need...
A Packard 1934 original
1101 Roadster coupe.
The "Motor City Mussolini."
Hey, you know, I'm on
that. I got... I'm on that.
Sophie, handle that. Thank you.
- Appreciate it.
- Oh!
I'm out.
I don't like that...
that whole smug look on his face.
Yeah.
Like he's got a, you know...
a $50 million backup plan.
Let's go steal it.
It just means that it's available.
Mm.
Thank you.
So, the password...
I am now on break.
Ohhh.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Nash-Healey. 1953?
Pretty rare out here in Lumber-ville.
That's right.
One of the earliest
American-made sports cars.
Showed extremely well at le
mans its first year off the line.
Dual jetfire. Inline six.
Manual three-speed
transmission with overdrive.
Well, well. You an owner?
Used to be.
Oh. Oh, sorry to hear it.
It's such a shame to lose something
you love so much, you know.
It's only temporary.
You ought to come out tomorrow
to the first annual Portland vintage.
It's gonna be quite something.
Biggest competition in the northwest.
It's the only reason I shipped her here.
- You shipped her yourself?
- Yeah.
I mean, I keep most of
my collection offshore.
Now I do most of my own shipping...
tax purposes.
If you're interested.
Hey, and I hope to see you tomorrow.
Gonna be something.
Hmm.
Hardison, how we doing
with the competition?
Competition's all set, Nate.
All set? Already?
Hey, easier done than said, man.
Craigslist.
One simple ad,
and these rare-car guys
will flock to any empty lot
just for a peek at a vintage carburetor.
Owner's heading out of town.
He won some trip... all
expenses paid to Bora-Bora.
He's a lucky man.
Erickson's got $50 million.
Can't he just buy another
one of these Packards?
No, no, no.
Back in the day,
there was a legend among car collectors.
A lost car... the lost ark of luxury cars.
Yeah, the Packard Coupe...
It was the limousine
of the rich and famous.
It was used by movie
stars, dignitaries, royalty.
Yeah, now there's only 30
of them left in the world.
But the legend is of one
very special Packard Coupe.
It fell off the grid just
before the second World War.
Owned by Benito Mussolini,
plucked from the heart of American industry
at the height of fascism.
We found it in Sacramento?
The one Mussolini owned?
Well, uh, no.
We found one that was
close enough to Portland
that matched the basic right description.
Eliot, did you get it yet?
There's 18 hours until competition.
We got 10 hours between here and Portland.
Yeah, and about half a dozen
security systems to disarm.
And that's just on the car itself.
That packard is the golden fleece.
And car collectors, a
bunch of wealthy eccentrics,
can't stop looking for it.
Yeah, they're... they're
still looking for it.
They're convinced it's out there,
wasting away somewhere for nearly 70 years.
So we convince Erickson
that we found Mussolini's
lost Packard Coupe.
He'll pay at least what he
owes Kyle Davis to acquire it.
Yes, and in the process,
he's gonna have to access
his secret $50 million stash.
And Hardison can trace
where the money's hidden.
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
No way am I giving up this
life to be an ordinary person.
Did you talk to Parker about that?
What you mean... why would I...
No, she's the least ordinary
person I know... you know.
Shoot. Wait.
- Do I have to talk to her about stuff like...
- Yeah.
'Cause I...
You know what? Just forget
it. Let's get to work.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Portland vintage car show.
Judging of all the concourse
events will begin shortly.
I see, once again, I have to explain
the rules of WITSEC to you.
I just want an hour... half-hour.
Unless you want a mob bullet
in the back of your skull,
do not engage in any
activities from your old life.
Never contact anyone from your old life.
This isn't what I signed up for.
I just want five minutes.
Could you forget about
rules for five minutes?
You've been forgetting about
the rules for 10 months now,
and I'm still mad at
you for that little trip
- to the golf course the other day.
- You're mad?
I'm supposed to be in
Arizona, not Portland.
They're headed your way, and
the Marshal is all over him.
We need a 10-second window.
I'll see what I can do.
Excuse me.
I'm so sorry to bother you,
but I was hoping you could help me.
Um, my grandfather just passed.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Well, he left me a farm nearby,
and in the back barn, I
found a classic car, I think.
A Packard 110-something-or-other.
But I know so little about
cars, I was wondering if you...
Well, there's a guy called Phil.
He's set up over there.
He's got a beautiful Alfa Romeo.
I'm sure he can help you.
Thanks. Good luck.
See the evolution of the Porsche 911
through the decades on the north lawn.
You know, I... I always felt
they made the judges in these
things dress too serious.
Yeah, no, no.
They told me you'd be
here at 11:15. It's 11:30.
I just wanted you to see
my sweetheart before...
yeah, it's just right over here.
It's this beauty right here, this...
I'm not a judge.
Are we gonna have a problem?
Uh, excuse me, miss.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I couldn't help but overhear you earlier.
Oh, about my grandfather?
I know. It's such a shame, isn't it?
No.
I... I mean, yes, it...
yeah, of course it's a shame.
But I was actually talking
about the car that he left you.
The Packard 1101 Coupe?
You're familiar with it?
Oh, yes.
Oh, terrific!
Yes, um, well,
my grandparents immigrated
from Italy after World War II
and brought it back with them.
But grandpa's kept it in
the barn ever since, so...
Probably didn't want anyone
to think he'd stolen it.
An immigrant, he was poor.
What...
I could go look at it
right now if you'd like.
Um, no, I'm sorry.
It's... it's still a little...
I understand.
I've had things I love
taken away from me, too.
Okay.
W... wait.
I'm Bonnie. Myerson.
Jim. Jim Cole.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
Shall we?
Yes.
The barn's just about two miles from here.
Okay, Hardison, Eliot,
are we up and running at the barn?
Not exactly.
The freeway was like a
classic-car parking lot.
Thought somebody was gonna
try to race us for pinks.
Okay, well, we got less than five minutes
to turn a car that looks brand-new
into the old relic that
Erickson is coming to see,
or we are blown.
Let's go!
Thanks for the help. Appreciate it.
It's a 1934 Packard 1101.
It is spectacular.
Some of these pieces look
like they've been restored.
Oh?
Old-world craftsmanship.
They used to build these to last.
Push the history, Parker.
You know, I think someone very wealthy
gifted this car to my grandfather
right before Italy bowed out of the war.
You know, maybe someone he worked for?
But you don't know where he worked?
No, he didn't really talk about it.
But my grandmother once let something slip
about "The Palace."
Ah. That's interesting.
Parker, drop some more Italian names.
She's got it, Nate.
You know, the trick is knowing
when to leave the party.
Ah. When does it end?
Gabe Erickson could tell you.
Sometime before you lose
everything you showed up with.
You know, I... I showed up
to the party empty-handed,
but I met a nice girl.
You know, maybe if I play my cards right...
Nate, the reason you
can't look to the future...
Sophie.
Is because you're still
motivated by the past.
I just hope that one day...
with or without me...
'cause that doesn't matter...
you can put it all behind you.
I read online that Clark
Gable had two of these.
It's probably just a myth.
I had an old car buddy
of mine named Charlie.
Knew every rumor in the book.
Hell, he probably made up half of them
to pump up the sale price.
What if I told you that
I wanted to buy this car?
Oh, well, I... I was just hoping
you could tell me if it was valuable.
Oh, any car from this
era is gonna have value,
but the engine's on its last legs,
and the inlaid wood in
the coach, the paint...
I'll tell you what... why don't I go home?
I'll do a little research, I'll come back,
and I'll make you a fair offer.
Huh? You can trust me.
I promise.
Okay, guys, we've bought
ourselves a few more hours.
Hardison, breadcrumbs...
the Myerson family and the car itself.
Sophie, Eliot, we need
to distract the Marshal
just a little bit longer.
You know what to do.
Where are you?
I swear, if you even
think of running off on me,
I will use every means in my...
- Hello.
- How you doing?
We just moved in two doors down.
I'm Frannie McElroy.
- This is my husband...
- Barry McElroy.
We're the McElroys.
Is your husband around?
We heard that you two are just so sweet.
Let me ask you a question.
What kind of security
system are you guys using?
'Cause you never can be
too careful these days.
Okay, you know what?
This really isn't a good time,
so if you two could come back another t...
Oh! Before I forget.
We baked you a fruitcake.
Just a little something to thank you
for letting us join your neighborhood!
They always throw out the
cake, but they keep the tray.
Where have you been?
What, do I have to tell
you everything I do now?
We have to be joined at the hip.
You can't just go anywhere you please.
Not anymore.
- Well, I'm here now.
- That is not the point.
I guess that's what it's like, huh?
Retirement?
Mm-hmm.
You're trying to run my life.
I got to work. I come home.
I go to work. I come home.
I mean, you're smothering me!
Just all up in each other's business 24/7.
Nothing to do.
I could never retire. Could
you... would you ever...
Mnh-mnh. Mm. No, hell, no.
Good. Good. Are you sure you...
Mm. Good.
Then we're on the same page.
Eliot told you.
You were flailing just a little bit.
- A skosh?
- Yeah, a skosh.
There's a problem.
This couple... they rang the bell.
They said that they
moved in a few doors down.
I didn't actually see anyone moving in!
The house is empty,
and they were acting really strange.
Acting strange? In Portland?
They could be hired guns.
You're overreacting.
You get recognized on the golf course,
and two days later, Mr.
and Mrs. Smith show up?
How do I get you to understand
that there are people trying to kill you?!
The kind of people that...
I'm gonna go to my
crappy bookstore job now.
Is that okay with you?
Fine.
Hey.
Your phone.
I got the bookstore covered.
I cloned his laptop, and
I'm wired into his phone.
We're in, baby.
Cha-ching.
This guy knows what he's doing.
He spent the last hour playing
six degrees of immigration.
Now he's looking for records of upkeep
and parts ordered for our packard.
Yeah, well, he wants to make sure
the car's been parked in
the barn since the war.
I'm on it.
There we go.
Specialty website. Okay, look.
I'm logged into a chat
room for classic cars.
How many people are there?
12. 7 of them are me.
Okay, guys, we got a problem.
Right now he's calling the granddaughter
of Mussolini's custom-coach
builder... in Italy.
Okay. Hardison, uh, divert the call.
Huh?
Ready?
He's dialing a number.
It's got a Manhattan code. I
think it's somebody he knows.
- Yeah.
- Charlie?
It's Erickson.
Gabe Erickson.
Blast from the past. How you been?
I'm about to be a lot better.
I need everything you got
on the Motor City Mussolini.
You know same as me.
Last seen being driven by one
soon-to-be-dead Italian dictator.
Most recent photo... 1935.
I think he may have gifted
it to his butler or whatever.
And the guy took off to the
states when it went South.
Hey, if you found a Packard
that spent some time off the grid,
you just hit pay dirt.
What show you snooping around at?
The, uh... Portland vintage.
Never heard of it.
Neither have I.
Oh, what the hell?
Hello?
Bonnie. Hi!
Jim Cole.
Tell you what...
I'd like to pay cash for that car.
Okay, Hardison,
tell me as soon as he
accesses those accounts
so Parker can do what she needs to do.
I'm thinking $550,000, $600,000.
No way. $300,000, maybe $400,000.
Hey, guys.
It looks like Erickson's bringing
a bag of money to the barn.
By the size of the bag,
I'd say it's a couple
hundred thousand, tops.
But I've been monitoring
every move he's made
for the last 24 hours, both
physically and virtually.
He didn't access any
accounts to get that money.
Can somebody please tell me
how a witness in federal protection
gets his hands on a couple
hundred thousand dollars
we don't know about?
Can somebody please tell me
how a witness in federal protection
gets his hands on a couple
hundred thousand dollars
we don't know about?
Here you go. For the wifi.
Thanks.
He was selling people free Internet
for five bucks a pop at the bookstore.
The parking-lot scam. That's old-school.
Yeah, I bet he's been running
dozens of the same scam
for the last 10 months.
Hardison, here's what I
need you to do immediately...
go over to that barn.
I want you to play a rival bidder, okay?
We need that guy to access
those secret accounts.
Eliot, Sophie, you stay with the Marshal.
Do whatever you have to
do to keep her dialed in.
What do you mean that
there is a rival bidder?
I'm sorry.
I just know if $150,000
is worth the years...
possibly decades... that
my grandfather spent...
Is it Gustavsen? It's Gustavsen, isn't it?
Such a bastard.
I want it.
For what?
To unlock its... artistic potential.
This wheel well... that one, too...
would serve as the perfect base for my...
my next expression.
Let me get this straight.
You're gonna take this car... this car...
and you're gonna dismantle it for parts?
- Ah, you...
- Shh, shh. Mnh-mnh.
Not parts.
I don't... I don't... I don't see parts.
I see links to a very
specific time and place.
I select only those that best capture
the gripping detail of their origins...
the grille of a 1921 Bentley.
The side-door panels of a Mercer Cobra.
You took apart a 1921 Bentley...
and a Mercer Cobra?
Yes, they were acquired at a
government auction last year.
Welded into...
I'll give you $300,000 for this car.
$500,000.
$600,000. $700,000.
I will give you 7... 7...
$750,000 for this car.
Sold.
For shame.
Out.
Pass code... 2294.
Client number... 66155.
$600,000 American, wired
to primary location.
First password... Boesky.
Hardison, you getting all this?
- Second is Milken.
- I'm working on it.
Third... Steinbrenner.
Where's the guy on the
other end of the line?
Well, that's the problem. There is no guy.
Erickson's leaving a recording
on an Internet voicemail.
It's kind of like a dead drop.
His account manager accesses the recording,
so there's never any direct link
between Erickson and his secret accounts.
I'm tracking the I.P. address,
but we can actually get a bank location,
these passwords are useless.
- Hello?
- Hi.
Remember me from two days
ago outside the coffee shop?
"Used to be an owner."
I'm about to be again.
How can I help you?
She there?
Yeah, she's in the back of the parking lot,
watching us like a hawk.
Are we being suspicious enough?
Never mind.
So, what do you think you're
gonna do after all this is done?
Always wanted to open up my own restaurant.
Now I'm probably gonna get stuck
making sure Hardison's
doesn't go out of business.
Throw a couple of drunks
out every once in a while.
Maybe the place will
get robbed once a year.
- Don't use that.
- Hmm?
For future references, you
can chew right through it.
Huh.
Any other tips from back in the day,
when you used to... people?
After sunset, this field
is gonna be completely dark.
No clear sight lines from the road.
First thing to find a body
out here would be a coyote...
Okay. Now I'm scared.
- I'm here.
- Eliot.
You're what's scaring me.
So, just for argument's sake,
which one of us do you
think would cope better?
You know, with being an ordinary person?
You know, without going... mad?
Me.
Really?
'Cause, um...
well, you know, I was thinking me.
It's me.
they're not mob hit men.
They're hit men for...
Yeah. Portland police?
Okay, Parker, Hardison,
get here as soon as you can.
All right, got it, Nate. We're on our way.
Uh, Cole, yes.
Um, so, I'm at the warehouse with the car.
The Myerson girl is on her way
to sign the papers and everything,
only I don't see you.
Yeah, the place is like
an aircraft carrier.
Uh, I guess I'm at the, uh, the South end,
so, uh, give me a call when you get this.
I'm tired.
You're tired?
Must be all this fresh
air you're breathing.
Where's the Marshal?
You see her?
They're coming for us. Go.
Nate, Marshal Rose called the cops.
They're on our way to us now.
Guys, is our cover blown?
What did she tell the police?
Do either one of you know
where the Marshal is right now?
tried to distract me while
your two friends spoke to Cole
about murdering me for money.
Look, I... what are you talking about?
Yeah, what are you talking about?
I'm talking about the two hit
men you hired to have me killed.
Three if you count this guy.
I didn't hire anybody to kill you.
Uh, guys, I need a little help, here.
Yeah, we're a little
busy right now, too, Nate!
Uh, Nate, look... we're
coming, man. We're coming.
How the hell did you find me, anyway?
I activate the GPS tracker on your phone.
I followed you to the building.
What? You're pissed at me?
I could gun you down right
now for plotting to kill a federal Marshal,
and nobody would even ask me any questions!
Nobody's plotting to kill you, you idiot!
Okay, guys, due respect,
both of you. Due respect.
Listen, I don't think
anyone's hiring hit men
to kill either one of you.
Now, all Mr. Cole did,
here, was buy a vintage car
for $750,000 and ask me to help
with the shipping of it overseas.
That's all. That's the
only reason I'm here.
So if you'd kindly just let me go.
You didn't.
Ehh.
Tell me you didn't!
I did not sell out the Marshals service
so that you could throw away
all of our planning on a car!
God, that hurt.
You are not in control, Ellie!
I'm the one in control here.
I've been in control
since the second you agreed
to get me out of the country
after I testify.
I agreed for $5 million, Erickson!
Well, I guess we know why
they can't stand each other.
And that payday is two years from now!
You can't go 10 months
without doing something stupid!
Actually, I thought he got
terrific valuation on the car.
Shut up! Thank you.
The government is gonna find the money.
This time or next time.
They're just waiting for you to screw up
and lead them back to
your little hiding place.
What are you gonna do then?
Y... you're not gonna shoot me.
You're not gonna shoot me
'cause you know how it'll make you look.
Like you screwed up the
biggest assignment of your life.
And you won't get the $5 million.
Just... observing.
That's why I'm gonna shoot you.
Whoa, hey, hey. I...
Wait. Why you gonna kill him?
So we can fake your death, idiot.
And get you out of the country today.
I want to get paid!
A mob dentist I used to protect...
he'll fake all the records.
We'll burn his body. I like this plan.
Sounds really interesting.
Uh, guys, Eliot, Sophie,
you got to come here.
Bring the cops as soon as you possibly can.
So, what are you mumbling about?
- Hardison?
- Be there in a sec.
And bring some orange soda.
- What?
- I can't dip into my stash, Nate.
Just... just... just bring the man a soda!
Okay.
Look I know how hard it is
for a person to change their nature.
I have some experience in this.
You are in what is called
a transitional period.
You picked up on that, did ya?
Let me give you some advice
that, um, someone gave me.
It's very hard to move forward and be happy
until you stop looking to the past.
Give me the gun. I'll shoot him myself.
Wait. Stop. Stop. Stop. Did you hear that?
- No, just give me the gun. I want to shoot him.
- No, shut up!
I've never shot anybody.
The cops are gonna be here any minute,
and this is all your fault
because you couldn't keep
your hands off your wallet.
M... Marshal, you know,
I know you're upset and everything,
but, really, you can't blame him
for something that happened yesterday.
Past is the past.
I mean, you can't blame
him for anything that happened
20 minutes ago, 2 minutes ago.
What you need to be
thinking about, I think,
is what's gonna happen next.
Can somebody record this?
I want a record of this.
The cops might be outside
this building right now,
and they're gonna come in and everything,
but you both still have a moment, a chance
to get outside and... and
... and plan your getaway.
Nate.
You're not gonna believe
who just showed up.
What could you give me
that'll make me reconsider
asking my two associates
here to tie you up in a bag
with the nearest mountain lion?
I...
Can I...
- Yeah?
- Charlie?
It's Erickson.
Gabe Erickson.
Blast from the past. How you been?
Want you guys to watch the doors.
You guys come with me.
I don't care about the cops.
I want Erickson.
Nate, it's Don Paolo Brancato, man.
He's headed your way.
All right, I see the
warehouse up ahead, Nate,
but we still got cops on us.
It's gonna take a couple more minutes.
Just shut up and let me think for a minute!
What good is that gonna do us?
If the cops, in fact,
are gonna come in here,
you might want to make it less obvious
that you're holding a hostage!
That's actually not a bad idea.
Now, if we just untie him...
No, no! I can say that I just arrested him.
If we untie him, we're
not gonna be in trouble.
Don't touch him! Stop!
Hello, Erickson.
You called our mutual friend, Charlie.
Oh, you are an idiot.
Shut up.
Granted, that only got us to Portland.
But then, when we traced your phone,
seems you left your GPS tracking on.
All right, that one's on me.
Just put the gun down.
I'm serious, Brancato.
Just... put the guns down.
Put the guns down, or I'll sh... oh!
Whoa!
I can't see him!
Check over there!
Parker, a little help?
What are you doing? What are you doing?
That is the good stuff,
imported from Mexico!
Nate, the cops are at the north side.
The South entrance will
be clear in 10 seconds.
Make it five.
Come on!
You think it'll work?
It has to.
What will work?
Lots of cars in the '30s were diesels.
They would run on vegetable oil.
We're gonna fuel up the
packard and try to...
The car?!
The car that's all the way over there?!
You mean we got to run over there
and get in the car,
drive through a gunfight,
and pray that it's bulletproof
like the Batmobile?!
Okay, I'm in. Let's go. Go, go.
Aah!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Just stop shooting! Stop shooting!
I wasn't...
I wasn't gonna testify against you.
I was just trying to avoid prosecution.
Aah!
Aah! Wait, wait, wait!
I have $50 million in the Cayman Islands.
I'll give you half.
Okay! You can have all of it.
Aah!
Okay, Hardison, what are there,
a couple of dozen banks
down there in the Caymans?
Nate, get the car started.
Worry about the stash later.
Stop! Please stop!
- Nate. Nate.
- Nate, stop!
That's my car! No!
Nate!
This is the Portland police.
We have the building surrounded.
Freeze!
Come out with your hands up.
You actually put all this together?
We handed out the trophies yesterday,
but these people, they
... they just won't leave.
You asked to speak with me, Mr. Ford,
so let's speak.
We recovered the $50 million
from Erickson's bank in the Caymans.
I would like to distribute that money
to the people he stole it from.
I have no claim on that money.
And I don't believe I wish to pick a fight
with a man such as yourself...
If I can avoid it.
What about the Marshal?
I'll take care of her.
Welcome to Canada.
Please have your passport or nexus card
out and available for inspection.
Just a little weekend getaway.
You must provide receipts for
any purchases made out of country.
Thank you.
Hold it there, Marshal.
There is one other thing
I'd like to ask of you,
and that is that you or
any of your associates
leave Erickson alone in prison.
Out of the question.
I need Erickson dead.
Well, no.
No, you just need him quiet, really.
He was picked up by the police.
His Marshal's gone rogue.
He's losing his immunity as we speak.
He's gonna stand trial for
his financial infractions
and go to jail for a very long time.
Let him live and enjoy it.
You know, my organization, in
its original and purest form,
was law enforcement.
Neighborhoods where the police didn't have
the ability to enforce the law.
Mm.
There was a purpose.
They were trying to build something.
We lost sight of that.
Well, we can all be better, huh?
Gonna be hard work getting that
landscaping business up again?
The thing I've learned
about hard work, Mr. Ford...
Makes coming home at night to the
people that love you feel even better.
That's true. Hey, take care.
Oh, hey. The car?
Back where we found it.
Oh, good.
The owner's gonna be back soon.
Now, let me just roll this
back for a second, Nate.
You knew that that Mussolini
car would drive Erickson crazy.
So crazy that he would
call his old car contact,
access secret bank accounts,
turn on his Marshal babysitter,
and almost get taken out by the mob guys
that he planned to testify against?
Mm-hmm.
That's like five different things
nobody could have ever known would happen.
I only knew three of the five.
Ah. I knew it. See, which three?
Oh, come on, Nate, don't...
Don't do me like that, Nate.
Don't do me like that, Nate.
I couldn't help overhearing
what you said in the warehouse
about putting the past behind you.
I had a gun to my head.
This is our bar.
I'm sure I can rustle up a gun somewhere.
Mm.
- You were wrong about one thing.
- Really?
Because I couldn't
possibly be right, could I?
Wanting to move on with or without you...
it matters.
We matter.