The Catch (2016–2017): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Princess and the I.P. - full transcript

Previously on "The Catch"...

I gave him all of my
money, $1.4 million,

my entire life savings.

If you can't love
somebody at their worst,

then you never really loved them.

You're not in a relationship, are you?

Are you?

In a relationship?

Our benefactor is expecting payment.

If we don't pay...

I will make enough off the Princess



to cover all our debt and then some.

- Who are you?
- Michael Thorne.

So he's
officially Michael Thorne?

He just opened three new credit cards.

We'll know where he
is and what he's doing.

The mark is Qasim Halabi,
the princess' guardian.

I will find out who you really are.

I will expose you.

He's a killer.

And you'll never catch him on your own.

We were together for over a year.

And you're saying that,

in all that time, she
never saw the real you?

If you're thinking about her,



I guarantee she's thinking about you.

Listen, I know you're angry,

and you have every right to be.

Promise me you won't
come looking for me.

I won't come looking for you.

Because I've already found you.

Princess Zara Al-Salim of Kuroq.

She's beautiful, obscenely rich,

and normally surrounded
by security at all times...

until two days ago,

when her guardian, Qasim
Halabi, disappeared...

leaving Zara vulnerable to
the attentions of a man

who will seduce and rob
her, same way that he did me.

With Qasim gone,

Zara's demeanor has changed completely.

She's not just stepping out...

She's inviting people in,

meeting with local
entrepreneurs about investment opportunities,

opening herself up in
a way that will allow us

to monitor her calls,
her texts, her movements,

so that we can catch
Christopher in the act...

That is, if you're okay
working on this together.

I thought you'd never ask.

How does your partner feel

about working with the FBI on this one?

She doesn't know,

and I'd rather she didn't find out.

She does not approve.

She thinks Christopher's
taken too much from me already.

She's not wrong.

Perhaps you should let
me take it from here.

No offense,

but you've been after him
for two years on your own.

What makes you think you
can do this without me?

He's not the man you
knew. He's a killer.

Alleged killer.

He's a con man.

Who will stop at nothing...

to get what he wants.

Neither will I.

You want to know why you
haven't caught this guy yet?

Because you're too good...

too decent.

You of all people should
know how indecent I can be.

You give everyone the
benefit of the doubt

whether they deserve it or not,

and Mr. X doesn't deserve it.

You want to catch him...

you need to start
thinking like a criminal.

We'll be in touch. Thank
you both for coming by.

What is it?

Qasim.

He never arrived in Kuroq.

My brother's coming to look
for him... and to take me home.

When?

Within the week, he says.

I'm not going.

Women can work here.
They can go to school.

They can go see a doctor

without asking for a man's permission.

Qasim was a liar and a thief,

but perhaps he had the right idea...

Take as much money as
you can and disappear.

Will you help me disappear?

In addition to our
investigative services,

we also have our own
private security team.

In fact,

there's the head of our
security right there, Shawn Sullivan,

conferring with our in-house
counsel, Sophie Novak.

Who are they?

That's Phillip Thompson, the
C.E.O. of Olympic Edge.

The tech company?

Not just tech anymore.

Huge military contracts.

Yeah, not just our military.

You two look cozy in here.

Shouldn't you be in the
Security wing, Shawn?

What is wrong with you?

Do you not know those people are?

I do. What are they doing here?

They won't tell us till
we sign their NDA.

They're military contractors.

Are we sure we want
to take this meeting?

They're military contractors.
I don't think we have a choice.

In January 2010,

a devastating 7.0 earthquake

crippled the city of Léogâne in Haiti.

I was there.

160,000 people lost their lives that day

because first responders couldn't
find them in time.

This is Gwen Ericsson, who, along
with Marie Sherwood here,

designed our THRUsight technology.

As you can see, Gwen
is.... extraordinary young woman.

She's a genius.

She's a beloved member
of our corporate family,

and she is currently missing.

She left our offices Friday night

and has not been
seen or heard from since.

Has anyone been to her apartment?

I have.

She hasn't been there in days.

You've talked to her friends, family?

Everyone.

No ones heard from her...

no calls, texts, e-mails.

We've tried to locate her
cellphone, her laptop.

Did you contact the police?

If it was any other
project, we would have,

but this is THRUsight.

And THRUsight is the
reason we signed the NDA.

Marie.

THRUsight was designed to
help located disaster victims

behind walls,
floors, under rubble, debris.

It sees through walls?

Drywall, cement blocks, concrete.

Human flesh.

We can monitor your
heartbeat from 30 miles away.

It can also target and
detect troops, armaments...

pretty much anything.

So it's a weapon.

It was not designed to be, but...

Potentially.

I can't believe this exists.

Well, we're still a few
weeks away from production,

but the only person

that has a complete copy of
the manufacturing specs...

- Is Gwen.
- And now she's missing.

- Or she's been taken.
- Along with her laptop.

Taken by...

Any of our competitors, rival
nation, terrorist group.

You can see why it's
essential that we find her.

Um...

The thing Phillip didn't tell you is

sometimes Gwen does this.

She disappears?

When she can't figure something out

or doesn't know the answer to something,

she'll grab her laptop

and go on a hike or to the beach,

and I didn't tell Phillip

because I thought she'd just show up

like she always does.

But it's been four days.

I should've said something to Phillip.

I just thought Gwen was being Gwen.

Now, if anything's happened to her...

Don't worry, Marie.
We're gonna find her.

She wants me to help her disappear.

How much money have you already taken?

What are you talking about?

Well, you're her financial advisor.

I assume you've been
skimming off the top.

That is what Qasim was doing.

And rightly so.

You're making me wish I hadn't shot him.

I am earning her trust.

You've earned her
trust. Now rob her blind.

Our payment is now officially past due,

so it won't be long before
they send someone after us,

and when that
happens, we have two options...

deliver or...

die.

You've taken the
words right out of my mouth.

We'd like to request an extension.

I'm sure you would,

but you know that's not possible.

Then why haven't you shot us yet?

Darling, she's having her tea.

And it seems our benefactor

has a little soft spot for you two.

Well, in which
case, I'd like to explain.

Let me be clear.

I'm not the messenger.

I'm the collector.

I know exactly what you are.

I know who you are, as well.

You still have quite the
reputation back home.

In fact, you've made it very difficult

for anyone else in this
position to measure up.

Have I?

How much have you got?

$1.5 million.

Tell you what...

Give it to me, and
I'll give you 24 hours.

- We're not giving you anything.
- 48 hours.

- Why are you bargaining with...
- Done.

Why do you insist on
giving away all our money?

Did you not see the gun she left out

in full view for maximum impact?

You're going to have to
tell the princess that you found

a fleet of private
jets for her to invest in

or a château in San Simeon.

She doesn't want any of
that. She feels trapped by it all.

And at the moment, I know how she feels.

Then sell her that.

Sell her what?

Freedom.

How does her writing me
a check for $10 million...

$15 million just while we're about it.

Well, how does that buy her freedom?

Because she won't be
writing you the check.

She'll be writing it to
the charitable foundation

that she'll be putting you in charge of.

A foundation in my name?

Using your family's
money to donate to a charity

supporting the
education and equal rights

for women all over the world.

But my family doesn't believe

in education and equal rights for women.

I know. They hate that.

They'll disown me.

That's the idea.

But I promise you,

if you make enough noise with
this, you'll be a symbol.

You'll be granted asylum.

You can do whatever you want,
you can live wherever you want.

It can't possibly work.

Can it?

Well, in my experience,

standing up for
yourself and other people

is always better than running away.

But you have to do it now before
your brother shows up

and takes your checkbook away.

When Gwen Ericsson was in high school,

she invented a device that uses sound

to determine the location of explosives.

In 2010, after the Haiti earthquake,

Gwen returned to the
U.S. to develop THRUsight

to help first
responders locate survivors.

But she didn't have any money, so...

She partnered with Marie Sherwood,

her best friend and roommate.

Marie was finishing her MBA at Stanford

when she and Gwen launched Pegasys,

a tiny startup that caught
the eye of Phillip Thompson.

So while Gwen was
busy engineering THRUsight...

Marie was busy engineering

the sale of Pegasys to Olympic Edge,

giving Gwen all the
money and resources she needed

to get THRUsight off her
laptop and into production.

Until the night she disappeared.

And according to Phillip Thompson,

Gwen never missed a deadline.

So we're thinking
kidnapping by a rival company.

I have a list of possible candidates.

Or a dictatorship or a terrorist cell.

I'm looking into some of the darker
corners of the Internet.

- Any luck tracking the laptop?
- Not yet.

But we do have a lead on Gwen's car.

Sophie was able to hack in
to her FasTrak account,

and on Saturday morning, she
took Exit 76 off of 210.

What's Exit 76?

The San Alvarez hiking trails.

Call Marie. Find out if
Gwen had a favorite trail there.

Lamplight Peak. We're headed there now.

Oh, and, Danny, take Shawn with you.

What? Why?

If we're dealing with terrorists...

I can handle terrorists.

Oh, he's... Just...

He's bigger than you are. To be safe.

There it is. That's Gwen's car.

Looks like it's
been there awhile.

Maybe we'll get lucky

and the laptop will be here, too?

I wouldn't count on it.

You might want to let me go first.

Why? In case there's a bomb?

I mean, why would she
booby-trap her own...

He's trying to protect us.

It's clean.

How does he know
that? How do you know that?

Don't you need one of those
under-the-car mirror things

or a dog who smells bombs for a living?

It was unlocked.

Yeah, I got that.

There's no laptop.

Shall we take to the trail?

You might want to let me go first.

Yeah, we got it.

You know, he's just doing his job.

He took off his jacket.

Why don't you like him? He's so nice.

Looking...

"Nice-looking" I think is
what you're trying to say.

Oh, my God. Are you jealous?

Of that guy? He's an idiot.

Actually, he's not. He went to Yale.

That's not proof that he's not an idiot.

He graduated summa cum laude.

That's Latin for "not an idiot."

Have you ever even talked to him?

I'm not the one he
seems to want to talk to.

Let's split up...

so you two can be alone.

Dan, you might want to
let me lead the way.

- I'm fine.
- Oh! Ooh!

Oh, my gosh. Are you okay?

You okay, man?

It's Gwen.

It's all been happening so quickly.

We've gotten responses from
12 charities so far,

but I think I've found the right one.

It's called the Worldwide Women's Fund,

and it's run by the
most incredible woman.

I can't
wait for you to meet her.

Let's make an appointment with her.

Uh, that's why I called you. She's here.

Paige Baker, I'd like for you to meet...

Michael Thorne.

What a surprise.

How do you two know each other?

We recently
collaborated on a special event,

but he dropped out unexpectedly.

When last we spoke, you
gave me the impression

you were pursuing other avenues.

A misunderstanding then.

I hope it doesn't get in the
way of our working together.

No. Of course not.

Mr. Thorne is the best at what he does.

You two make quite the power couple.

Oh, we're not together.

Michael's my business associate.

I'd set you up with him,

but he's in love with another woman.

- Princess.
- Is he?

Yes, and he's been very
mysterious about her.

He won't even tell me her name,

only that she broke his heart.

She broke his heart? Mm.

Oh, that's a publicist
about the press launch.

I'll just be a moment.

Hello.

You have to leave right now.

You don't seem to understand, Michael.

I have the power here.

I can expose you to the princess.

I can have you arrested.

For what?

You got your money back.

You got your client's money back.

You've got nothing on me.

He's right. We need a confession.

Why did you target me?

I didn't target you. The
people I work with did.

They targeted Princess Zara, too.

The people he works with.

Who are they?

Great. Thank you.

Looks like the press launch is a go.

Now, what'd I miss?

Just going over some logistics.

Ask him to meet you
privately, away from the princess.

When shall we meet to
discuss the details?

I've got your number. I'll be in touch.

You all right?

You did well.

Please.

You got him talking.

I'll stay here, follow
him in case he takes off.

He won't leave. Val and
I took all his money.

He'll play this con out.

And when he does...

we'll be there.

Are you sure you're all right?

If I was a man, would
you be asking me that?

Hey, I'm on my way back in.

Oh, my God. I'll be right there.

We're still
waiting for the coroner's report.

No, we can't wait.

We have to proceed as
if this was a murder.

And assume that whoever killed
Gwen has the laptop.

And is either about
to use it or sell it.

That's the thing.

The laptop came back online an hour ago.

It's masking its location,

but I was able to
install a stealth program

that's sending snapshots of
local wireless activity.

Which means...

I've narrowed the location
to a single block in Downey.

- Of course you have.
- Let's go.

Doors and windows are all locked.

Do you see anyone inside?

Nope.

In that case...

- You want me to, uh...
- No, Shawn. I got it. Thanks.

- Oh!
- Sorry.

How'd you get inside?

Doggy door. I found the laptop, too.

Okay.

It's 67% of the way through
a massive upload.

- The THRUsight software?
- Most likely.

Well, we can't have that.

Can we?

We don't want to stick
around to catch whoever did it?

- That wasn't our assignment.
- Plus, it's too dangerous.

Even for you?

Shawn?

I see it!

Is everyone okay?

Aah! Oh, my G...

Gwen?

Gwen's alive?

And prone to violence. Poor
Shawn got the worst of it.

Is he all right?

He's okay.

Nothing can hurt that guy.

But why would Gwen fake her own death?

If someone was trying
to steal the software...

Maybe somebody wasn't
trying to steal it.

Maybe Gwen was trying to
steal it from her boss.

So she can sell it on the black market?

I don't think so.

What are we looking at?

Gwen's call history
off the burner phone.

Lots of calls to the morgue.

Well, that explains the
dead body she left us.

Tattoo was a nice touch.

What was her last outgoing call?

Place called Mail, Stamp,
& Ship near the airport.

Lot of those places are one-stop shops

for fake passports, IDs.

Maybe she was planning

on leaving the country with THRUsight.

Should we call the client?

Listen to me. Please.

You can't give THRUsight
back to Phillip Thompson.

Why not?

Because he's selling it to terrorists.

- What?
- How do you know?

When Marie and I first
sold THRUsight to Phillip,

it was on the condition

he tell us every client he sold it to.

And he withheld that information?

Not officially.

As got closer to the launch,

I started trolling black market sites

for anything that looked like THRUsight,

and I found a listing on a Tor site

dedicated to illicit weapons sales.

If that's true, why not
go to the authorities?

Because a weapon is a
weapon no matter who has it.

The DoD is everywhere.

I couldn't just turn it
in or let them take it.

I-I had to disappear...

and take the software with me.

What about Marie? Does
she know any of this?

No.

I-I didn't want to put her

in a position to have to lie for me.

Why should she have to
pay the price for this...

this mess I created?

I'm begging you, don't give the laptop

back to Phillip Thompson.

Where are you going?

- Out.
- Dressed like that?

I trust there's a compliment

buried in there somewhere.

You look...

Yes?

Dangerous.

Now, where you going?

To solve our collection issues.

Should I ask how?

Probably not.

Look who's having a drink.

Go away, darling.

There's still a few hours
left till our deadline.

Ticktock, ticktock... darling.

Do I look worried to you?

To be honest...

you look pretty fit to me.

Oh, I really hope I
don't have to kill you.

Well, you could go rogue, you know,

exercise free will, join our merry band.

They'd just send a
replacement out to kill all three of us.

Mm-hmm.

How close are you
two to getting the money?

Let's not ruin this, shall we?

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you leave the family?

You were next in line.

No, I was never next in line.

I'm a woman.

Things have changed since then.

Our Benefactor's changed.

Oh, really? So he's not insane anymore.

I wouldn't say that.

Well, that's why I left.

Yes, well, you still owe money.

Freedom has its price.

Then it isn't freedom, isn't it?

Mnh-mnh.

Part of the job.

The way this is part of the job?

You here with me, using
sex to get what you want?

Is it working?

Shall we try again and find out?

I can't believe you actually called.

We had a deal.

So now you're a man of your word?

If I tell you everything, if
I answer all your questions,

will you please stay away?

So you can do to the
princess what you did to me?

So I can keep you safe.

Fine.

Where and when?

Friday 5:00, Grand Park.

I'll see you there.

Come on, Alice.

_

Morning, Muzhir.

He wouldn't let me ring you.

Who?

My brother Bashir.

Zara.

Who are you?

I am the Princess' business advisor,

Michael Thorne.

The princess has no business advisor,

nor has she need of one.

If I may,

the princess has signed legal documents

establishing a foundation...

You were saying?

Excuse me.

Michael.

I just wanted to make sure you're okay.

My brother's not a bad man.

He's just old-fashioned.

He underestimates women,

which makes him easy to manipulate.

What are you up to?

You and I promised
Paige Baker $15 million,

and she shall have it.

Now, how are you gonna manage that?

By taking what you taught
me about my own finances

and doing a little creative accounting.

How's Gwen?

She's asleep.

You guys, I found the Tor listings.

"THRUsight for
sale. No questions asked."

The seller's
IP address was cloaked,

but I traced it to an
encrypted data server.

Where?

- Olympic Edge.
- And Phillip Thompson.

So Gwen was right.

We were hired by the bad guys.

So we can't hand over that laptop.

We have to. Gwen isn't our client.

Olympic Edge is our
client. We have a contract.

How is this even a debate?

It's not. We give the laptop back.

- We can't.
- Alice.

If Phillip Thompson

wants it back so badly,

I say that we give it to him,

and we see what he does with it.

Val will shake hands, collect our fee,

and Phillip will
leave a satisfied customer.

But after that, he'll want to
unload the software quickly,

which means we'll need
to catch him in the act.

So he'll be selling it to us.

Which is where Sophie comes in.

She will pose as an
international bidder online

and make a play for the tech.

We'll set up an oversees dummy account

large enough to make
ourselves irresistible.

And when we win the bid,

we'll set up a face-to-face
for the exchange.

Thompson knows all of our faces.

None of us can be seen at the buy.

We won't be.

But we'll stay close,

recording the exchange in the van

while the front man brokers the sale.

Who do you have in mind?

I thought we didn't like this guy.

You know what they say. "Keep
your friends close..."

Speaking of which...

They're here.

Copy. I see them.

Where's the man in charge?

Money first.

Here we go.

Where's Phillip Thompson?

I'm here on Mr. Thompson's behalf.

And you are...

Marie?

Take her down.

Pleasure doing business.

Here's the hard drive.

Pleasure's all mine.

Now!

Get down!

Marie and I have been inseparable
for 10 years.

How did I not see this?

You were focused on your
work, saving people's lives.

And she took advantage of that.

And she'll pay for it... Phillip, too.

I'm such an idiot.

You are not.

I promise this had
nothing to do with you.

This was business to
them, pure and simple.

So what am I supposed to do?

I mean, I can't let THRUsight
out into the world.

It's too late, though, isn't it?

Olympic Edge has the laptop.

Which has a version of the program on it

that may or may not be fully functional.

You corrupted the software?

I built in a few safeguards.

But they still have you under contract.

If you run, they'll come looking,

as will every other interested party.

Which is why I was better off dead.

Maybe we can help you with that.

I'm sorry, but that was awesome.

Your whole team was awesome.

I'm sure you get to go on
busts like that all the time.

Mostly my team and I stand around
in dark suits all day,

wishing we were Danny.

Say what now?

Well, you actually get to
do things, solve problems.

It was fun today
being a part of the team,

so thank you.

See? Told you he was nice.

He's not nice.

He's perfect.

He's not perfect.

How is he not perfect? Even
I'm attracted to him now.

I don't know.

He has too many muscles.

I'm serious.

Can you imagine dating a guy like that?

The pressure? The upkeep?

I'm sorry, you're doing just
fine in the upkeep department.

Thank you?

So you wouldn't date that guy?

Not that he's asked, but...

I don't know. Why?

Just...

Uh, just... curious. That's all.

What's all this?

This is how I raised the $15 million

for our foundation.

By selling your things?

By auctioning them
online... anonymously, of course.

And what Bashir doesn't
know won't hurt him...

or me.

Uh...

They're just things.

Well, you are a far
better person than I am.

There was a time in my
life, perhaps even a week ago,

where I thought buying all
this would make me happy.

Then I met you.

And... now it has.

This is just super-weird.

I'm looking at my own tombstone.

Am I making a huge mistake?

You're getting a whole new life

as Alison Aykle, Peace Corps volunteer.

And if at any point

Gwen Ericsson needs to
come back from the dead,

we specialize in that, too.

Thank you, guys.

I'm sorry about Marie.

If you ever need anything, anytime...

I'll call. I promise.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

They were us, Marie and Gwen.

They were just like us.

They are not us, Allie.

We spend all day, every day together.

We tell each other everything.

We're private
investigators. We have no secrets.

We're not them.

Thanks.

Right.

So, it is customary, when somebody dies,

to throw them a wake of some kind.

Do you want to maybe...

get a drink?

Oh.

I would've loved that.

Uh, but Shawn kind
of asked me to dinner.

Oh.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

But...

No. Oh, no.

It's, uh...

You guys have fun.

Didn't think I'd get to say goodbye.

Gonna be okay back home?

I'm going to be a nightmare.

I'm gonna make such a socially
progressive nuisance of myself,

they'll have no choice but
to send me back here.

But until then...

I'm not sure that's my color.

It's not for you.

It's for her.

Your mystery woman...

Give it to her.

Call her.

I can't accept this.

You deserve love.

Zara!

So that's it, then.

They've gone.

I don't suppose she gave you a check.

She did.

But her brother froze the account.

What's that? Uh...

that is a gift from the princess, but...

How much can we get for it?

Not enough.

Can try giving it to
Felicity the collector

to buy us more time.

Grand Park is
noisy, so get close to him.

Stay calm, focused on your questions.

If you're nervous, he'll
know it's a trap.

Just keep your men
outside until I get my confession.

She's on the move.

I want to know why.

I need you to know I
never meant to hurt you.

You just meant to bankrupt my company

and steal my life savings?

It's an assignment.

It's a job.

Yeah, I gathered that.

It started as a job.

It ended that way, too.

I'm sorry.

Why me?

It wasn't you.

It was your firm.

I was supposed to come in as a client.

It was supposed to last three months,

and then I'd be gone.

But you got greedy.

That's not what happened.

I was going to tell you everything.

I tried.

Then I asked you to get on a
plane with me and disappear.

Do you remember that?

We'll go to City
Hall, and we'll get married.

Then we'll get on a
plane, and we will go

wherever you want to go.

We'll go where no one can find us.

I had to make a choice...

either stay with the
people I work for...

or leave with you, and I chose you.

It was real.

What we had was real.

And I love you.

That's why I'm here today, and
that's what I have to say.

Nothing else matters.

As far as your firm is concerned...

This fantasy you have

that I'm a con man who's
after your money

is pathetic

and desperate...

beneath you, and you need to let it go.

You need to let me go.

All agents, move in.

Guys, head south to park and Grand.

Copy that.

You let him just walk away?

The only reason he walked away

is because you and
your men barged in here

before I got my confession!

He was fleeing the scene.

You were gonna arrest
him on what grounds?

You don't seem too
upset to have lost him.

Really?

I don't seem upset to you?

You want to blame somebody,

you blame yourself.

I did my part.