The Company You Keep (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - The Art of the Steel - full transcript
Daphne tries to use Charlie to help Patrick get out of jail. Emma partners with Birdie when Leo gathers his old friends around to con a man who lost their pensions years ago.
- Previously on "The
Company You Keep"...
- Did you know
about daddy dearest?
If the Feds stay on me,
I will expose your family
for the frauds you really are.
- There is another answer.
- If you come work
for me as my asset,
I'll protect your family while
you help me protect mine.
- We're CIA informants, son.
You should have asked us first.
- For once, Charlie's love
life may solve our problems.
- I wanted to introduce you
to your new director of
social media, Jennifer West.
- Usual deal?
- I make money, you make money.
- Hey, how did your dad
get into our line of work?
- Job dried up,
pension along with it.
- It's early-stage
memory loss. That's it.
- We can't pretend this
isn't happening, babe.
- Daphne Finch became
the de facto head
of the Maguire crime syndicate
when her father,
Patrick, was arrested.
Since then, she's
managed to corner
and grow the East
Coast fentanyl market
by taking on the
distribution network
of the Taiwanese triads.
Using that revenue, she
began buying illegal weapons,
increasing the supply
to her Russian partners
and providing enough
for them to export
to combat zones
across the world.
Ms. Finch applied
her knowledge
of corporate synergy
to markets once
controlled by gangs.
More drugs equals more
guns equals more drugs.
The problem is, her
finances are hidden to us,
thanks to the tax loophole
of a so-called Freeport.
But none of her expansion
would have been possible
without the cooperation
of individuals working
within the highest levels
of our nation's defense systems.
We're talking corruption on
an Iran-Contra Affair scale.
But here's the scary part...
I don't think Daphne
Finch is done yet.
- She's nothing
if not ambitious.
- I'd like to file a cable
and bring Langley up to
speed on our operation.
- By all means. And
nice work, Hill.
It seems your asset is
really paying dividends.
You okay?
- Yeah.
I was thinking how
good it's going to feel
when we put Maguire away for
good, and Daphne with him.
- So we're arms dealers now.
- But thanks to
our new partners...
Members of Congress, the
Undersecretary of Defense...
Totally untouchable.
Not bad.
And Connor told me he's
making connections in Mexico.
- Has he?
Well, then you also know
he took the $10 million
I was hoping to reinvest
into our expansion
for a drug-buying spree.
- Bit of bad blood between
you two, isn't there?
Well, you keeping me a secret
certainly hasn't helped.
But unlike Connor,
I haven't let that bad
blood stand in the way
of successfully
running your empire.
- I'm not going
to play favorites
when it comes to my children.
But I'd certainly be grateful
to whoever gets me out of here.
- Already on it.
- What is this?
- Details for an anonymous
offshore bank account.
You'll get full access
to the money inside
if you agree to
release my client.
According to my sources, this
amount's considerably more
than what you've taken in
the past for such favors.
- I do not barter
with criminals.
- From what my lawyers tell me,
it'll take a bit of magic
to get this judge
to change his mind.
- Well, lucky for you...
I've got a magician
on the payroll.
- Come on in.
It's my new place.
- Oh.
It's a lot less drafty
than the warehouse.
Sure is.
Would you like a drink?
- A little early for me.
- All right.
It's 5:00 somewhere.
You know I'm not one for praise,
but our working relationship
has proven even more profitable
than I could have hoped.
- Our deal was for me to help
you take down your brother,
not pay your mortgage.
- Come on.
You have to admit,
we make a great team.
- Is that what we
are now... A team?
- What would you call it?
- This is uncomfortable.
- Uncomfortable?
Why should this
be uncomfortable?
Charlie's job is to
win Daphne's trust.
Sounds like it's working.
- It sounds like she's feeling
a little more for him
than trust these days.
- Really, it's fine. I'm fine.
- Does your face know that?
- Look...
if working together is
going to be a problem...
- It's not. I'm just
protective of my brother.
If I'm being honest,
I don't love how you've been
treating him lately either.
- I'm just doing my job, too,
which in part, believe it
or not, is to protect him.
- So you just bring
me down here to what?
Show off your new place?
- I brought you here
because I want your help
getting my father out of prison.
- Prison breaks aren't
really my thing.
- Don't be so dramatic.
I just need you to
put a little pressure
on our friendly neighborhood
D. C. Circuit judge.
I promise I'll make
it worth your while.
♪ It ain't every day... ♪
- Yeah! Take that, Davey,
you sorry son of a bitch!
- All right, who
wants another round?
I'm buying.
Come on, Franny. Line them up.
There you go, baby.
- Yeah. United
Steelworkers Local 2609.
- Yeah.
- We lost a loyal brother.
- Yeah.
- To Maurice.
- To Maurice!
- To Maurice.
- Maurice.
- Who was it this time?
- Shelby's father.
- Oh, no.
- Yeah.
I'll get you one, too, baby.
But I got to start
cutting your father off.
- How did he go?
- A heart attack got him
before the cancer did.
- Jesus, mom, that's grim.
- Yeah, you're damn
right it's grim.
You realize that
most of these dudes
haven't work for 20 years since
the steel mill closed down?
Grim.
- Hey, Fran, take it easy.
It's not even after noon.
- You're right...
Someone's got to be
the grown-up around here, right?
Oh, speaking of...
- Hmm?
- I need you to do me a favor.
Tomorrow your dad has to
go to the neurologist,
and you know how
he hates doctors.
Can you make sure he
gets there on time?
- Yeah, of course. Yeah,
yeah. No, I got it.
- Thanks, baby.
- Yeah, no problem.
Yeah. No, you didn't!
- Hey.
How'd it go?
- It went.
- Hey, Fran.
- Hey.
- Hey, Leo.
- You got to forgive
my husband, hon.
He has an allergy to G men.
- Can we debrief?
- Yeah, we'll go
downstairs. Come on.
- Can you take it outside, son?
Private party.
- Look, my parents, they...
- It's fine.
- No, you don't understand.
When my mom's folks owned
the tailor shop here
back in the '30s,
it was the cops
who were shaking them
down for free suits,
while the wise guys were the
ones dropping off groceries
when times got tough.
- Mm.
Explains why you're so
comfortable around crime.
I'm sorry... aren't you the one
who's trying to get Maguire
back on the streets?
- Only so I can put
him away for good.
- That's logical.
- So what's your plan to get
Daphne's father out of prison?
- Keep an eye on the judge.
Get him on tape doing
something dirty.
That way she can flip
him and free Maguire.
Hey, do you think it's strange
that both you and Daphne
want the same thing?
- I want to end the Maguires.
That's still the same thing
you want, isn't it, Charlie?
- You're damn right.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Well, no old pictures
of me and Claire Fox
on the front page.
Am I to assume you found a way
around our family's
blackmail problem?
[door opens
Oh. Ah, the circus has arrived!
- Hi!
How's life on the
campaign trail?
- If I have to hear myself
give that stump speech
one more time...
- David crushed it.
- Of course he did.
- This trip brought the
momentum we need for November.
- Still, weeks of napping
on a campaign bus...
Not going to miss
that neck pain.
- I told you... yoga.
Maybe you can show me again.
- Well, I'm beat.
Come on, I'll walk
you to the car.
- Yep.
- I forgot about yoga.
- You won't forget
after our next session.
- How long's that been going on?
- Spokane, or was
it Walla Walla?
She seems good for him.
- Clearly.
- They actually
make a great team.
Reminds me of us.
How is this different?
- It's different because...
Jen was hired because
of Claire Fox.
- I thought that woman was
done trying to ruin our family.
♪ Oh, please forgive me ♪
- Hey. Good morning.
- Hey.
I got this. You
got Pop's thing.
- No, no, he... he told me the
appointment got rescheduled.
- What?
- Yeah.
- No, I just talked to Ma.
She said he was on his
way here to meet you.
- Wait, what? When?
- Hold on. I got him.
- What do you mean you got him?
- I mean I got him.
- Oh. Does he know
you're tracking him?
- I'll apologize
when we find him.
- God, where the hell is he?
- That's the middle of nowhere.
What's Pop doing in Virginia?
- I don't know.
- Ma said he was getting worse.
- I'm going to take this.
Call Ma, let her know what's
going on, and I'll go find him.
- Yeah.
Any luck?
- Yeah, I got him.
- Thank God. Is he okay?
- Other than the fact I'm going
to kill him, he looks fine.
Yeah, I'll call you later.
Nice shoes.
- What are you doing here?
- What am I do...
I'm not the one
that's supposed to be
at a doctor's
appointment right now.
- Yeah, well...
something came up.
- Wait. Hold on. Is that
the guy from the dartboard?
- Davey Slocum.
That's the gentleman
who lost my pension.
Goes by David now
that he's running
with the country-club crowd.
- Hold on a second.
Are you running a job right now?
- It's what we do.
- No, no, it's what
we do together,
not behind each other's backs.
- Oh, well, you've
been busy lately.
So feel free to help me squeeze
the 208 grand he owes me.
- I'm sorry. What?
- That's what my
retirement would be worth
if old Davey hadn't blown it.
- Okay, and you thought
today is the perfect day
to settle that score?
- Just days after
my friend died?
Yeah, timing couldn't
be more perfect.
So you in, or you out?
'Cause either way, I'm
getting what's mine.
- Didn't realize you and I
were teaming up on this one.
Uh, did Charlie brief
you on the plan?
- Yes, uh, flip a judge,
break an Irish gangster
out of prison...
Just another Tuesday, Logistics.
- Whoa, whoa!
Oh, hey, my drive pulled
an Amelia Earhart on me...
Took off nice and
then disappeared.
I'm so sorry to hang you up.
- I found it.
It... it went sailing.
- Yeah, I know.
- Excuse us. Sorry.
- Hey, it happens.
Slocum. David Slocum.
- Carson Stiles.
Is that a Royal Oak?
- That's a good eye.
- That's, uh... that's a beauty.
- Yeah, it's a little
retirement present for myself.
- Ha.
Say, instead of
holding each other up,
you want to finish the
back nine as a twosome?
- Why not?
- You got it.
Driver, please.
That guy's wearing my
pension on his wrist.
- You sure you're up for this?
- I need a caddie,
not a babysitter.
Trust, son, trust.
- Come on, where is he?
- You know there are
ways to speed this up...
Dupe the judge into
springing Maguire.
- It's a simple surveillance op.
No need to break out
the fake mustaches.
- God forbid we break the law
while aiding a prison break.
- Okay, this isn't
a prison break.
- Is this how CIA
doublespeak works?
This isn't a
crime. It's an op.
You're not a liar.
You're an operative.
And Charlie's not your
ex. He's an asset.
- Charlie is my asset...
An asset for the CIA.
Uh-huh.
- You know...
I-I swear I know
you from somewhere.
- Ha. Yeah, I got
one of those faces.
So what line of work you in?
- Uh, finance.
- Mm.
- Before that, I used
to work for U. S. Steel.
But I got out of there in
the nick of time, boy...
Right before the unions
drove that whole industry
into the ground.
Bunch of commie
freeloaders, right?
- Yeah, they'd rather make
a point than make a living.
- See? Guys like
your caddie...
They understand the
value of honest work.
- The value of money
is in how you make it.
Speaking of, want to make this
a little more interesting?
- Little wager?
What you thinking?
- Five grand a hole.
- Why don't we make it ten?
- Oh, I like ten.
- Do you have any idea
how paranoid you sound?
I think I'm smart enough to know
if my girlfriend was duping me.
And I'm not going to let myself
turn into one of
those politicians
who can't keep it
in their pants.
That's not who I am.
- Then you're a
better man than I.
- There's a reason that
we don't trust Claire Fox.
- Wait, you and she...
And you knew about all this?
- We put it behind us years ago.
But now Claire's reaching out
to you and asking for favors...
- And what, you think
this is Claire's revenge?
That Jen's got some
ulterior motives?
- It wouldn't be the first time.
- Why didn't you tell me, Dad?
- Because I never expected you
to make a deal with Claire Fox!
- I needed the support.
And I didn't want to tell you
because I was trying to
live up to your legacy.
But for the first time,
Dad, I'm glad I'm not you.
- That's five holes
in a row for me.
- Come on, give me
a fighting chance.
Double or nothing on this hole.
- You're on.
- Ugh.
- Oh, that's right
in the cat box.
- You planning on turning
this around anytime soon, Pop?
- I'm getting there.
- You'd have an easier
time convincing me
if you win at least
one of these holes.
- Sand wedge, please.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you, Mary, Mother of God.
- 100K on the
line. No pressure.
- Yes!
Calm down, fella. I
still have to putt.
A tie's not going to help you.
- Oh, that one, though,
call it a Joe Pesci...
Five foot and tough as hell.
- Damn it.
Well, I guess we
call that a wash.
Sorry. I got to take this.
William, is everything okay?
- Hey, you're walking away
with your shirt on your back.
I call that a win.
- Oh, this ain't over.
- Hey, do you remember what you
said to me when I was a kid,
we'd run grifts at
the horse track?
You said the second
you get emotional,
it is time to walk away.
- I'll decide when I walk away.
You weren't even
supposed to be here.
- No, I wasn't
supposed to be here.
I'm skipping out on
the federal government
to be here with you.
- What does that
have to do with this?
- Oh, Emma finds out
that you and I are
running a con on the side?
- Oh, Emma?
- That's why they call
it an allowance, William.
You will get as much
as I allow you to have.
Kids?
- Either I give them
their inheritance now,
and they blow through it
by the time they're 30,
or we wait until I die,
and we put it in the
pocket of the taxman.
- Can't win, my friend.
- I'll tell you one thing...
I'm going to have them
bury me with this watch.
Got to hold on to
something, right?
- Or you could leave
him with a little less.
How about one bet?
One more shot.
- Guy makes one lucky putt,
and he thinks he's
Jack frickin' Nicklaus.
100K says you can't
hit that again.
- 200K says I will.
- You're on.
- So what do we do if you miss?
- We run.
Can you believe that?
Guy wrote a check for 200
grand like it was nothing.
- Ah, you got lucky, Pop.
Hey, no more going
rogue like that, okay?
- You're the one who made
a deal with the Feds,
offered the family up.
- That's a real
convenient point of view.
- You got something to say, son?
- You know, I didn't
choose this life.
You raised me in it.
- I taught you how to survive.
- You taught me not to trust
anyone outside of the family,
that anything that I wanted
for myself was a liability.
- People like us,
we don't get the choices
that these guys do.
I did the best I could.
- And I'm doing my best
to keep us out of trouble.
But you making moves
like this, you just...
You're... you're pulling
us right back into it.
Come on, you got to think.
I'll see you back at the bar.
- Can I get you something else?
- A little honesty
would be nice.
- I'll take another beer.
- Pulling a job behind my back?
- Won't happen again.
- And skipping your
neurologist appointment, babe?
- I didn't skip it.
It was last week.
- What? Why didn't
you tell me?
- Because the news
wasn't so good.
Doc said my MMSE score
was down from last time.
That's why I went
after my money.
After seeing the
way Maurice went...
I don't want to leave
my family empty-handed.
- We don't need money,
Leo. We just need you.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Give him his beer.
- Well, I'm trying.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I was looking for your sister.
- Yeah, she's inside.
- Missed you today.
Everything okay?
I heard you were tied
up with your dad.
- You asking as my
handler or my ex?
- Charlie...
I'm just asking as
someone who cares.
- Okay, fine. You
really want to know?
I caught my dad trying
to settle an old score
with a guy who
bankrupted his pension.
- Wait. He was running a con?
- And this is why I
can't talk to you.
- Charlie, I can't protect
you and your family
from random crimes...
That wasn't our deal.
- Keep your voice down.
You don't like the answers,
stop asking the questions.
Okay?
- Charlie.
- Was that my brother?
- Yeah.
- Want a drink?
Yeah.
- Wine okay?
- Sure, thanks.
I think it's time we move
past simple surveillance.
- What's that?
- The judge's tax returns
and bank accounts.
Uh, nice.
Yeah.
Correlate any suspicious
influxes of cash
with cases he's dismissed.
- Or made questionable
judgments on.
Let's find out
what kind of cases
move him to compromise
his principles.
- Nice work, Logistics.
- At least one
Nicoletti trusts me.
- You know you've
got that wrong.
- What do you mean?
- When Charlie decided to
tell you the truth about...
being a con man and Daphne
coming after your family,
he put us at risk for you.
And I-I get that you
feel like he betrayed you
and he lied to you,
but Charlie's never been
that honest with anybody.
So, from my perspective,
he sacrificed himself for you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Look, uh, I know things
got a little tense out there
between me and you
on the golf course.
- Come on, we... we don't
need to get into it.
- Please.
That thing you said about...
you not having a choice...
you're not wrong.
All I've ever done is to
try to do right by you,
your sister, and your ma,
but I also get
that I can be a...
- Stubborn pain in the ass.
- I was going to say
uncompromising, but...
sure.
I let you believe that it
was us against the world...
because...
Because at least we'd
always have each other.
- Hey, you were right. We do.
- Except that you need
more than just us, Charlie.
I mean, I want you to make your
own choices, be your own man.
I never meant for
you to be an island.
- I know that.
I know it.
- Hey, look who
came to visit us.
- I'm so sorry,
Shelby. So sorry.
- Thanks.
- Your father...
He was a good man.
- How's your mom?
- Oh, you know.
She's pouring herself
into planning the funeral.
- Okay.
Well, hey, you need
anything from us, just...
- Thanks, but, uh, I
could use a drink, though.
- Yeah, sit down.
- Doesn't feel right.
I got mine, but what
about everybody else?
- Hey, it's not your fault
everyone's pensions went bust.
Still, I can't shake
the feeling that we
left money on the table.
- Oh, yeah.
That guy definitely seemed like
he had some money to spare.
- What about Emma?
- What about Daphne?
What about us?
It would take a big job
to reel him in for
some serious money.
- So let's convince him
that by spending money,
he's actually saving it.
Guys like that... They
love a tax loophole.
- You mean like a charity con.
- Mm-hmm.
- But how do we get him to
part with that much money?
Hey, hey.
Too early for a pint?
Not at all.
- We get him to buy a building.
And we've got the
gang to work on it.
- Hey, Pike.
I think we're going to need
you to stay sober today.
- Can I have just o-one sip?
- Shelby?
- Yeah.
- You might want
in on this, too.
- Pike.
- What's happening?
- Can you gather all the
boys from the old local?
- You got a job for us?
- Yeah, a union job.
- So, after a thrilling night
of analyzing Judge Bishop's
tax returns, I did find this.
He has a numbered account.
The deposits line up with
very specific rulings.
- Clear House Insurance
vs. East Limited,
Reed vs. Virco Motors.
These are all corporate cases.
- Exactly.
The judge only takes bribes
from "respectable" criminals.
- I guess crime is always a
game of self-rationalization.
- So is working with criminals.
Want to hear my plan?
- Please.
- We pretend to be a
player in a pending case.
- Mm-hmm.
- We lean on the judge
into taking a bribe,
and then we catch
him in the act.
- Do you have a case in mind?
- I do.
Novenza Electronics Corporation.
The judge is set to rule
against the chairman's
daughter, Deborah Nam.
- "Nahm"... it's Korean.
What, you're not thinking...
- ♪ It's time to
pay attention ♪
♪ Y'all listen up ♪
♪ All eyes in my
direction... ♪
- So there are
basics to any con.
Let them lead the discussion.
When in doubt,
put a clock on it.
And the best lies...
- Come from the truth.
Same techniques they
teach at Langley.
- At Langley, right, because
in your line of work,
it's important to gain
people's confidence.
- Exactly.
- Some might even say that
there's an artistry to it.
- I see what you're doing,
and it's not at
all the same thing.
- If you say so, Logistics.
Ready to be a
power-hungry heiress
with a knack for blackmail?
You know, I've been studying
just the right person.
- ♪ Watch me
flex, flex, flex ♪
♪ Watch me... ♪
- So, remember, the judge
is set to pass a merger
that will keep Novenza's
chairman in power.
Deborah wants to
block that merger,
take the power for herself.
So, once the judge accepts
a bribe from Deborah Nam,
Daphne is free to go in,
blackmail him into
releasing Patrick Maguire.
- Can I help you?
- Let's find out.
Deborah Nam... You should
recognize the name.
- Yeah, from the Novenza case.
- The merger... you're
going to rule against it,
and I promise I'll make
it worth your while.
Okay, now turn the card over.
Good part's on the back.
Offshore account,
money's all yours...
pending your approval.
- A little discretion.
- Relax.
I'm just a businesswoman
offering a business deal.
You'd simply be
offering a judgment
that would please our
board, shareholders,
and me.
- Uh, give me time to
review the case, and I'll...
Look, I need to go.
So, if you're not in...
- Well, actually...
I believe we've come to see
eye to eye on this matter.
- I knew you'd get there.
- Okay, so we got nine holes
to make this site our
own before they show up.
- All right, the
way Pop plays golf,
we're going to have about
four hours to move in
and make it look like
we've been here for months.
- Hey, thought
I'd find you here.
- You here to gloat or to golf?
- Nah, I'm here to make amends.
This?
Ah, hell, I don't need your
money any more than you do.
But...
I know a way that you can use
it to really make a difference.
- Yeah? What's that?
- It's called the Thelman Fund.
It's a little fundraising
campaign that I chair.
We're building a wing
at River Hospital,
and we sure could
use the donation.
Not only is it a way to take
a charitable contribution,
but...
you know, it's a way of
leaving something behind
for people to remember
you by, forever.
- Amen to that.
- Yeah.
- Still, if I'm going to
put my money into something,
I kind of like to see it.
It's a hospital, you say?
- Oh, yeah, and a
very special one.
I'm going to swing by there
today when I finish up here.
Come by if you want.
- Why don't we golf
later? I'll follow you.
- Right now?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, let's do it.
- Let's do it.
- All right.
- Ah, hold on a second.
Uh, scratch four
hours. We got an hour.
- Last-minute demands,
tight deadlines...
Like old times.
- The man knows what
he's talking about.
- Yeah, right.
- Come on, now.
- Here we go.
- Let's get this happening.
- Okay, Shelb,
Mom's going to need
about a half hour in
there... You got this?
- Hey, I'm pretty good at
keeping guys distracted.
Hello.
- Ah, uh, who are you?
- Renee, hospital controller.
They sent me over for the tour.
- Don't have anything on
the schedule about a tour.
Let me give them a call.
- My first day out of
my cubicle in a year,
and you're going to
send me back already?
I was hoping to see something
more than spreadsheets
for, what, a few minutes?
- ♪ Pour some
water on the fire ♪
♪ Light another, ready to go ♪
- Okay.
This way.
- Thank you.
- So, uh, you're a controller.
- Mm-hmm.
- That's like an accountant.
- Exactly.
- All clear. I'm in.
- Good, because here they come.
- Well, would you look at
that. That's going up quick.
- Sorry, fellas. This
is a closed site.
- Hey, Carson Stiles.
- Ah, Mr. Stiles.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Go ahead.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- All right.
- Let's let the foreman show you
what the future looks like.
- Yeah, so, when we're done,
this will be eight stories,
labs, offices, clinics...
Whole nine yards.
- It might just look like a
bunch of beams and bullets
right now, but...
- "Bullets"?
- Screws, I mean.
- No, I know.
I just haven't heard that
since my steel-mill days.
- Oh, and I forgot
the best part...
Your name right up there.
- No, no, that's
the wrong investor.
- Oh.
- The angel investor I
was telling you about
is going to swing by
later this afternoon.
- Right. Oh, yeah.
- Angel investor?
- Yeah, we're still looking
for a capstone investor.
So, if you happen to have an
extra 10 mil lying around,
it could be your name
right on this building.
Just right above there.
Actually, you could see
it from the highway.
- Well, that'd be a
hell of a tax write-off.
- Yes, it would.
- Well, I got to talk to my
business guys about this.
Thank you for the tour.
- Sure.
- I'll walk you out.
- My pleasure.
- Really, thanks
for coming down.
Here's my card.
As soon as your people give
the go-ahead, call me directly.
- Well, I hope to.
But you don't get to where I am
by being reckless with money.
You know what I'm saying?
- Listen...
hopefully I'll be
seeing you soon.
Take care.
- Nice meeting you, Davey.
- Ah... you got me.
It's nice to have a moment
that's not also a photo op, huh?
- Yeah.
- Thank God Claire
Fox introduced us.
Hey, how did your family
get to know Claire, anyhow?
- Who knows?
They're always introducing me
to someone who knows someone.
- Yeah, well, they must
have had real connections
to have pull with
someone like her.
David, what are
you really asking?
- My family...
my father...
has some history
with Claire Fox.
They don't trust her, and...
I guess I need to know
that I can trust you.
- David, you know me.
- I do.
Claire's history
with my family...
it complicates your
involvement in my campaign.
- Not if I'm not on it.
- No, Jen, I...
- I really like you.
- Are you sure about this?
Positive.
I can get a job at
another campaign.
But I can't find another you.
- Productive day at work?
- I thought I'd
made myself clear.
I want nothing to do with you.
- Ooh, too late for that.
- What are you talking about?
- Your new bank account.
See, it was the
same one I offered.
It's up to you, Your Honor.
Would you prefer to be
bribed or blackmailed?
You will rule in favor
of Patrick Maguire.
- These things happen.
But you tell the boys, Franny,
that we still got him
on the hook, okay?
All right, baby.
I'll see you back at the bar.
Hey, hey, don't you worry.
Today was not a total bust.
Got to go, hon.
- Leonard Nicoletti?
- Who's asking?
- We want to ask you a couple
questions down at the station.
- About what?
- Your whereabouts
this afternoon, sir.
You want to get in
the car, please?
- Sure.
- Patrick Maguire... free man.
Now we just have to
put him away for good.
- That's still the plan?
Take down his family, save mine?
- That's the plan.
See, stopping bad
guys isn't so bad.
And for what it's worth,
you'd make a good officer.
Hold on, hold on.
Hey, Charlie.
- I need you home.
- What?
- The cops just picked Dad up.
They're bringing him into
the station for questioning.
- What do you mean brought
him in for questioning?
- I don't know.
I-I'm not sure.
I don't have the answer, but
Mom is freaking out right now.
- Okay. I'm... I'm coming.
- Yeah, just get out of there.
Okay.
- What is it? What's wrong?
- Cops took my dad.
- Connor, my boy.
- Hey.
So what's it going to be?
I got Nicky holding
your booth in the back,
if it's a meal you're after
or a bottle of whiskey
at the warehouse,
if want to get right
to seeing my work.
- Are you also planning on
taking credit for my release?
- Well, you know, if a man
finds out he's got a sister...
that can make him
paranoid, you know.
Look, I don't know how I'm
supposed to run this company
if you're keeping
things from me.
- She's no Maguire.
And she's only here
as long as I choose.
- They said they're holding
him on grand larceny.
That's... that's
all they tell me.
- I don't get it.
Is it the Alzheimer's? Why
would he lift something?
- No, no. Ma, no, no,
no, it's not that.
It's Slocum's watch, all
right? He wouldn't let it go.
- Are you kidding me?
- Oh, my God.
- After all of this, he's going
to get put away for a watch?
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh, and then they're going to
find out about the charity con.
- Ma, Ma, Ma, slow down.
- And it's only a
matter of time before...
- Slow down, please.
- We're screwed.
- We're going to figure it out.
We're going to figure it out.
We're going to figure...
- You're here.
- Pop?
- Oh, my God.
- How are you here?
- I had someone
looking out for me.
- You broke your code.
- I did what's right.
Hey, uh...
how did you do that?
- I told them your
dad's a vital CIA asset
who committed this crime in
support of a confidential op.
- Wow.
Well, that's, uh, not
exactly the truth.
I guess I pulled
off two cons today.
Your dad's a good man.
- Thank you.
Um, it means a lot.
- I owed you one.
You did the same
thing for my family.
See you.
You're here.
- With you to thank.
So this is what you can buy
when you're sponging
off the Maguires, huh?
- What is he doing here?
- He's impressed with
the work you did, Daphne.
We both were.
I want you to walk me and Connor
through how this
operation works.
- Looks like you won, sister.
I mean, that's what
you wanted, right?
- Enough.
It's a family dinner,
our first one...
so sit.
To the Maguires.
Company You Keep"...
- Did you know
about daddy dearest?
If the Feds stay on me,
I will expose your family
for the frauds you really are.
- There is another answer.
- If you come work
for me as my asset,
I'll protect your family while
you help me protect mine.
- We're CIA informants, son.
You should have asked us first.
- For once, Charlie's love
life may solve our problems.
- I wanted to introduce you
to your new director of
social media, Jennifer West.
- Usual deal?
- I make money, you make money.
- Hey, how did your dad
get into our line of work?
- Job dried up,
pension along with it.
- It's early-stage
memory loss. That's it.
- We can't pretend this
isn't happening, babe.
- Daphne Finch became
the de facto head
of the Maguire crime syndicate
when her father,
Patrick, was arrested.
Since then, she's
managed to corner
and grow the East
Coast fentanyl market
by taking on the
distribution network
of the Taiwanese triads.
Using that revenue, she
began buying illegal weapons,
increasing the supply
to her Russian partners
and providing enough
for them to export
to combat zones
across the world.
Ms. Finch applied
her knowledge
of corporate synergy
to markets once
controlled by gangs.
More drugs equals more
guns equals more drugs.
The problem is, her
finances are hidden to us,
thanks to the tax loophole
of a so-called Freeport.
But none of her expansion
would have been possible
without the cooperation
of individuals working
within the highest levels
of our nation's defense systems.
We're talking corruption on
an Iran-Contra Affair scale.
But here's the scary part...
I don't think Daphne
Finch is done yet.
- She's nothing
if not ambitious.
- I'd like to file a cable
and bring Langley up to
speed on our operation.
- By all means. And
nice work, Hill.
It seems your asset is
really paying dividends.
You okay?
- Yeah.
I was thinking how
good it's going to feel
when we put Maguire away for
good, and Daphne with him.
- So we're arms dealers now.
- But thanks to
our new partners...
Members of Congress, the
Undersecretary of Defense...
Totally untouchable.
Not bad.
And Connor told me he's
making connections in Mexico.
- Has he?
Well, then you also know
he took the $10 million
I was hoping to reinvest
into our expansion
for a drug-buying spree.
- Bit of bad blood between
you two, isn't there?
Well, you keeping me a secret
certainly hasn't helped.
But unlike Connor,
I haven't let that bad
blood stand in the way
of successfully
running your empire.
- I'm not going
to play favorites
when it comes to my children.
But I'd certainly be grateful
to whoever gets me out of here.
- Already on it.
- What is this?
- Details for an anonymous
offshore bank account.
You'll get full access
to the money inside
if you agree to
release my client.
According to my sources, this
amount's considerably more
than what you've taken in
the past for such favors.
- I do not barter
with criminals.
- From what my lawyers tell me,
it'll take a bit of magic
to get this judge
to change his mind.
- Well, lucky for you...
I've got a magician
on the payroll.
- Come on in.
It's my new place.
- Oh.
It's a lot less drafty
than the warehouse.
Sure is.
Would you like a drink?
- A little early for me.
- All right.
It's 5:00 somewhere.
You know I'm not one for praise,
but our working relationship
has proven even more profitable
than I could have hoped.
- Our deal was for me to help
you take down your brother,
not pay your mortgage.
- Come on.
You have to admit,
we make a great team.
- Is that what we
are now... A team?
- What would you call it?
- This is uncomfortable.
- Uncomfortable?
Why should this
be uncomfortable?
Charlie's job is to
win Daphne's trust.
Sounds like it's working.
- It sounds like she's feeling
a little more for him
than trust these days.
- Really, it's fine. I'm fine.
- Does your face know that?
- Look...
if working together is
going to be a problem...
- It's not. I'm just
protective of my brother.
If I'm being honest,
I don't love how you've been
treating him lately either.
- I'm just doing my job, too,
which in part, believe it
or not, is to protect him.
- So you just bring
me down here to what?
Show off your new place?
- I brought you here
because I want your help
getting my father out of prison.
- Prison breaks aren't
really my thing.
- Don't be so dramatic.
I just need you to
put a little pressure
on our friendly neighborhood
D. C. Circuit judge.
I promise I'll make
it worth your while.
♪ It ain't every day... ♪
- Yeah! Take that, Davey,
you sorry son of a bitch!
- All right, who
wants another round?
I'm buying.
Come on, Franny. Line them up.
There you go, baby.
- Yeah. United
Steelworkers Local 2609.
- Yeah.
- We lost a loyal brother.
- Yeah.
- To Maurice.
- To Maurice!
- To Maurice.
- Maurice.
- Who was it this time?
- Shelby's father.
- Oh, no.
- Yeah.
I'll get you one, too, baby.
But I got to start
cutting your father off.
- How did he go?
- A heart attack got him
before the cancer did.
- Jesus, mom, that's grim.
- Yeah, you're damn
right it's grim.
You realize that
most of these dudes
haven't work for 20 years since
the steel mill closed down?
Grim.
- Hey, Fran, take it easy.
It's not even after noon.
- You're right...
Someone's got to be
the grown-up around here, right?
Oh, speaking of...
- Hmm?
- I need you to do me a favor.
Tomorrow your dad has to
go to the neurologist,
and you know how
he hates doctors.
Can you make sure he
gets there on time?
- Yeah, of course. Yeah,
yeah. No, I got it.
- Thanks, baby.
- Yeah, no problem.
Yeah. No, you didn't!
- Hey.
How'd it go?
- It went.
- Hey, Fran.
- Hey.
- Hey, Leo.
- You got to forgive
my husband, hon.
He has an allergy to G men.
- Can we debrief?
- Yeah, we'll go
downstairs. Come on.
- Can you take it outside, son?
Private party.
- Look, my parents, they...
- It's fine.
- No, you don't understand.
When my mom's folks owned
the tailor shop here
back in the '30s,
it was the cops
who were shaking them
down for free suits,
while the wise guys were the
ones dropping off groceries
when times got tough.
- Mm.
Explains why you're so
comfortable around crime.
I'm sorry... aren't you the one
who's trying to get Maguire
back on the streets?
- Only so I can put
him away for good.
- That's logical.
- So what's your plan to get
Daphne's father out of prison?
- Keep an eye on the judge.
Get him on tape doing
something dirty.
That way she can flip
him and free Maguire.
Hey, do you think it's strange
that both you and Daphne
want the same thing?
- I want to end the Maguires.
That's still the same thing
you want, isn't it, Charlie?
- You're damn right.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Well, no old pictures
of me and Claire Fox
on the front page.
Am I to assume you found a way
around our family's
blackmail problem?
[door opens
Oh. Ah, the circus has arrived!
- Hi!
How's life on the
campaign trail?
- If I have to hear myself
give that stump speech
one more time...
- David crushed it.
- Of course he did.
- This trip brought the
momentum we need for November.
- Still, weeks of napping
on a campaign bus...
Not going to miss
that neck pain.
- I told you... yoga.
Maybe you can show me again.
- Well, I'm beat.
Come on, I'll walk
you to the car.
- Yep.
- I forgot about yoga.
- You won't forget
after our next session.
- How long's that been going on?
- Spokane, or was
it Walla Walla?
She seems good for him.
- Clearly.
- They actually
make a great team.
Reminds me of us.
How is this different?
- It's different because...
Jen was hired because
of Claire Fox.
- I thought that woman was
done trying to ruin our family.
♪ Oh, please forgive me ♪
- Hey. Good morning.
- Hey.
I got this. You
got Pop's thing.
- No, no, he... he told me the
appointment got rescheduled.
- What?
- Yeah.
- No, I just talked to Ma.
She said he was on his
way here to meet you.
- Wait, what? When?
- Hold on. I got him.
- What do you mean you got him?
- I mean I got him.
- Oh. Does he know
you're tracking him?
- I'll apologize
when we find him.
- God, where the hell is he?
- That's the middle of nowhere.
What's Pop doing in Virginia?
- I don't know.
- Ma said he was getting worse.
- I'm going to take this.
Call Ma, let her know what's
going on, and I'll go find him.
- Yeah.
Any luck?
- Yeah, I got him.
- Thank God. Is he okay?
- Other than the fact I'm going
to kill him, he looks fine.
Yeah, I'll call you later.
Nice shoes.
- What are you doing here?
- What am I do...
I'm not the one
that's supposed to be
at a doctor's
appointment right now.
- Yeah, well...
something came up.
- Wait. Hold on. Is that
the guy from the dartboard?
- Davey Slocum.
That's the gentleman
who lost my pension.
Goes by David now
that he's running
with the country-club crowd.
- Hold on a second.
Are you running a job right now?
- It's what we do.
- No, no, it's what
we do together,
not behind each other's backs.
- Oh, well, you've
been busy lately.
So feel free to help me squeeze
the 208 grand he owes me.
- I'm sorry. What?
- That's what my
retirement would be worth
if old Davey hadn't blown it.
- Okay, and you thought
today is the perfect day
to settle that score?
- Just days after
my friend died?
Yeah, timing couldn't
be more perfect.
So you in, or you out?
'Cause either way, I'm
getting what's mine.
- Didn't realize you and I
were teaming up on this one.
Uh, did Charlie brief
you on the plan?
- Yes, uh, flip a judge,
break an Irish gangster
out of prison...
Just another Tuesday, Logistics.
- Whoa, whoa!
Oh, hey, my drive pulled
an Amelia Earhart on me...
Took off nice and
then disappeared.
I'm so sorry to hang you up.
- I found it.
It... it went sailing.
- Yeah, I know.
- Excuse us. Sorry.
- Hey, it happens.
Slocum. David Slocum.
- Carson Stiles.
Is that a Royal Oak?
- That's a good eye.
- That's, uh... that's a beauty.
- Yeah, it's a little
retirement present for myself.
- Ha.
Say, instead of
holding each other up,
you want to finish the
back nine as a twosome?
- Why not?
- You got it.
Driver, please.
That guy's wearing my
pension on his wrist.
- You sure you're up for this?
- I need a caddie,
not a babysitter.
Trust, son, trust.
- Come on, where is he?
- You know there are
ways to speed this up...
Dupe the judge into
springing Maguire.
- It's a simple surveillance op.
No need to break out
the fake mustaches.
- God forbid we break the law
while aiding a prison break.
- Okay, this isn't
a prison break.
- Is this how CIA
doublespeak works?
This isn't a
crime. It's an op.
You're not a liar.
You're an operative.
And Charlie's not your
ex. He's an asset.
- Charlie is my asset...
An asset for the CIA.
Uh-huh.
- You know...
I-I swear I know
you from somewhere.
- Ha. Yeah, I got
one of those faces.
So what line of work you in?
- Uh, finance.
- Mm.
- Before that, I used
to work for U. S. Steel.
But I got out of there in
the nick of time, boy...
Right before the unions
drove that whole industry
into the ground.
Bunch of commie
freeloaders, right?
- Yeah, they'd rather make
a point than make a living.
- See? Guys like
your caddie...
They understand the
value of honest work.
- The value of money
is in how you make it.
Speaking of, want to make this
a little more interesting?
- Little wager?
What you thinking?
- Five grand a hole.
- Why don't we make it ten?
- Oh, I like ten.
- Do you have any idea
how paranoid you sound?
I think I'm smart enough to know
if my girlfriend was duping me.
And I'm not going to let myself
turn into one of
those politicians
who can't keep it
in their pants.
That's not who I am.
- Then you're a
better man than I.
- There's a reason that
we don't trust Claire Fox.
- Wait, you and she...
And you knew about all this?
- We put it behind us years ago.
But now Claire's reaching out
to you and asking for favors...
- And what, you think
this is Claire's revenge?
That Jen's got some
ulterior motives?
- It wouldn't be the first time.
- Why didn't you tell me, Dad?
- Because I never expected you
to make a deal with Claire Fox!
- I needed the support.
And I didn't want to tell you
because I was trying to
live up to your legacy.
But for the first time,
Dad, I'm glad I'm not you.
- That's five holes
in a row for me.
- Come on, give me
a fighting chance.
Double or nothing on this hole.
- You're on.
- Ugh.
- Oh, that's right
in the cat box.
- You planning on turning
this around anytime soon, Pop?
- I'm getting there.
- You'd have an easier
time convincing me
if you win at least
one of these holes.
- Sand wedge, please.
Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you, Mary, Mother of God.
- 100K on the
line. No pressure.
- Yes!
Calm down, fella. I
still have to putt.
A tie's not going to help you.
- Oh, that one, though,
call it a Joe Pesci...
Five foot and tough as hell.
- Damn it.
Well, I guess we
call that a wash.
Sorry. I got to take this.
William, is everything okay?
- Hey, you're walking away
with your shirt on your back.
I call that a win.
- Oh, this ain't over.
- Hey, do you remember what you
said to me when I was a kid,
we'd run grifts at
the horse track?
You said the second
you get emotional,
it is time to walk away.
- I'll decide when I walk away.
You weren't even
supposed to be here.
- No, I wasn't
supposed to be here.
I'm skipping out on
the federal government
to be here with you.
- What does that
have to do with this?
- Oh, Emma finds out
that you and I are
running a con on the side?
- Oh, Emma?
- That's why they call
it an allowance, William.
You will get as much
as I allow you to have.
Kids?
- Either I give them
their inheritance now,
and they blow through it
by the time they're 30,
or we wait until I die,
and we put it in the
pocket of the taxman.
- Can't win, my friend.
- I'll tell you one thing...
I'm going to have them
bury me with this watch.
Got to hold on to
something, right?
- Or you could leave
him with a little less.
How about one bet?
One more shot.
- Guy makes one lucky putt,
and he thinks he's
Jack frickin' Nicklaus.
100K says you can't
hit that again.
- 200K says I will.
- You're on.
- So what do we do if you miss?
- We run.
Can you believe that?
Guy wrote a check for 200
grand like it was nothing.
- Ah, you got lucky, Pop.
Hey, no more going
rogue like that, okay?
- You're the one who made
a deal with the Feds,
offered the family up.
- That's a real
convenient point of view.
- You got something to say, son?
- You know, I didn't
choose this life.
You raised me in it.
- I taught you how to survive.
- You taught me not to trust
anyone outside of the family,
that anything that I wanted
for myself was a liability.
- People like us,
we don't get the choices
that these guys do.
I did the best I could.
- And I'm doing my best
to keep us out of trouble.
But you making moves
like this, you just...
You're... you're pulling
us right back into it.
Come on, you got to think.
I'll see you back at the bar.
- Can I get you something else?
- A little honesty
would be nice.
- I'll take another beer.
- Pulling a job behind my back?
- Won't happen again.
- And skipping your
neurologist appointment, babe?
- I didn't skip it.
It was last week.
- What? Why didn't
you tell me?
- Because the news
wasn't so good.
Doc said my MMSE score
was down from last time.
That's why I went
after my money.
After seeing the
way Maurice went...
I don't want to leave
my family empty-handed.
- We don't need money,
Leo. We just need you.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Give him his beer.
- Well, I'm trying.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I was looking for your sister.
- Yeah, she's inside.
- Missed you today.
Everything okay?
I heard you were tied
up with your dad.
- You asking as my
handler or my ex?
- Charlie...
I'm just asking as
someone who cares.
- Okay, fine. You
really want to know?
I caught my dad trying
to settle an old score
with a guy who
bankrupted his pension.
- Wait. He was running a con?
- And this is why I
can't talk to you.
- Charlie, I can't protect
you and your family
from random crimes...
That wasn't our deal.
- Keep your voice down.
You don't like the answers,
stop asking the questions.
Okay?
- Charlie.
- Was that my brother?
- Yeah.
- Want a drink?
Yeah.
- Wine okay?
- Sure, thanks.
I think it's time we move
past simple surveillance.
- What's that?
- The judge's tax returns
and bank accounts.
Uh, nice.
Yeah.
Correlate any suspicious
influxes of cash
with cases he's dismissed.
- Or made questionable
judgments on.
Let's find out
what kind of cases
move him to compromise
his principles.
- Nice work, Logistics.
- At least one
Nicoletti trusts me.
- You know you've
got that wrong.
- What do you mean?
- When Charlie decided to
tell you the truth about...
being a con man and Daphne
coming after your family,
he put us at risk for you.
And I-I get that you
feel like he betrayed you
and he lied to you,
but Charlie's never been
that honest with anybody.
So, from my perspective,
he sacrificed himself for you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Look, uh, I know things
got a little tense out there
between me and you
on the golf course.
- Come on, we... we don't
need to get into it.
- Please.
That thing you said about...
you not having a choice...
you're not wrong.
All I've ever done is to
try to do right by you,
your sister, and your ma,
but I also get
that I can be a...
- Stubborn pain in the ass.
- I was going to say
uncompromising, but...
sure.
I let you believe that it
was us against the world...
because...
Because at least we'd
always have each other.
- Hey, you were right. We do.
- Except that you need
more than just us, Charlie.
I mean, I want you to make your
own choices, be your own man.
I never meant for
you to be an island.
- I know that.
I know it.
- Hey, look who
came to visit us.
- I'm so sorry,
Shelby. So sorry.
- Thanks.
- Your father...
He was a good man.
- How's your mom?
- Oh, you know.
She's pouring herself
into planning the funeral.
- Okay.
Well, hey, you need
anything from us, just...
- Thanks, but, uh, I
could use a drink, though.
- Yeah, sit down.
- Doesn't feel right.
I got mine, but what
about everybody else?
- Hey, it's not your fault
everyone's pensions went bust.
Still, I can't shake
the feeling that we
left money on the table.
- Oh, yeah.
That guy definitely seemed like
he had some money to spare.
- What about Emma?
- What about Daphne?
What about us?
It would take a big job
to reel him in for
some serious money.
- So let's convince him
that by spending money,
he's actually saving it.
Guys like that... They
love a tax loophole.
- You mean like a charity con.
- Mm-hmm.
- But how do we get him to
part with that much money?
Hey, hey.
Too early for a pint?
Not at all.
- We get him to buy a building.
And we've got the
gang to work on it.
- Hey, Pike.
I think we're going to need
you to stay sober today.
- Can I have just o-one sip?
- Shelby?
- Yeah.
- You might want
in on this, too.
- Pike.
- What's happening?
- Can you gather all the
boys from the old local?
- You got a job for us?
- Yeah, a union job.
- So, after a thrilling night
of analyzing Judge Bishop's
tax returns, I did find this.
He has a numbered account.
The deposits line up with
very specific rulings.
- Clear House Insurance
vs. East Limited,
Reed vs. Virco Motors.
These are all corporate cases.
- Exactly.
The judge only takes bribes
from "respectable" criminals.
- I guess crime is always a
game of self-rationalization.
- So is working with criminals.
Want to hear my plan?
- Please.
- We pretend to be a
player in a pending case.
- Mm-hmm.
- We lean on the judge
into taking a bribe,
and then we catch
him in the act.
- Do you have a case in mind?
- I do.
Novenza Electronics Corporation.
The judge is set to rule
against the chairman's
daughter, Deborah Nam.
- "Nahm"... it's Korean.
What, you're not thinking...
- ♪ It's time to
pay attention ♪
♪ Y'all listen up ♪
♪ All eyes in my
direction... ♪
- So there are
basics to any con.
Let them lead the discussion.
When in doubt,
put a clock on it.
And the best lies...
- Come from the truth.
Same techniques they
teach at Langley.
- At Langley, right, because
in your line of work,
it's important to gain
people's confidence.
- Exactly.
- Some might even say that
there's an artistry to it.
- I see what you're doing,
and it's not at
all the same thing.
- If you say so, Logistics.
Ready to be a
power-hungry heiress
with a knack for blackmail?
You know, I've been studying
just the right person.
- ♪ Watch me
flex, flex, flex ♪
♪ Watch me... ♪
- So, remember, the judge
is set to pass a merger
that will keep Novenza's
chairman in power.
Deborah wants to
block that merger,
take the power for herself.
So, once the judge accepts
a bribe from Deborah Nam,
Daphne is free to go in,
blackmail him into
releasing Patrick Maguire.
- Can I help you?
- Let's find out.
Deborah Nam... You should
recognize the name.
- Yeah, from the Novenza case.
- The merger... you're
going to rule against it,
and I promise I'll make
it worth your while.
Okay, now turn the card over.
Good part's on the back.
Offshore account,
money's all yours...
pending your approval.
- A little discretion.
- Relax.
I'm just a businesswoman
offering a business deal.
You'd simply be
offering a judgment
that would please our
board, shareholders,
and me.
- Uh, give me time to
review the case, and I'll...
Look, I need to go.
So, if you're not in...
- Well, actually...
I believe we've come to see
eye to eye on this matter.
- I knew you'd get there.
- Okay, so we got nine holes
to make this site our
own before they show up.
- All right, the
way Pop plays golf,
we're going to have about
four hours to move in
and make it look like
we've been here for months.
- Hey, thought
I'd find you here.
- You here to gloat or to golf?
- Nah, I'm here to make amends.
This?
Ah, hell, I don't need your
money any more than you do.
But...
I know a way that you can use
it to really make a difference.
- Yeah? What's that?
- It's called the Thelman Fund.
It's a little fundraising
campaign that I chair.
We're building a wing
at River Hospital,
and we sure could
use the donation.
Not only is it a way to take
a charitable contribution,
but...
you know, it's a way of
leaving something behind
for people to remember
you by, forever.
- Amen to that.
- Yeah.
- Still, if I'm going to
put my money into something,
I kind of like to see it.
It's a hospital, you say?
- Oh, yeah, and a
very special one.
I'm going to swing by there
today when I finish up here.
Come by if you want.
- Why don't we golf
later? I'll follow you.
- Right now?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, let's do it.
- Let's do it.
- All right.
- Ah, hold on a second.
Uh, scratch four
hours. We got an hour.
- Last-minute demands,
tight deadlines...
Like old times.
- The man knows what
he's talking about.
- Yeah, right.
- Come on, now.
- Here we go.
- Let's get this happening.
- Okay, Shelb,
Mom's going to need
about a half hour in
there... You got this?
- Hey, I'm pretty good at
keeping guys distracted.
Hello.
- Ah, uh, who are you?
- Renee, hospital controller.
They sent me over for the tour.
- Don't have anything on
the schedule about a tour.
Let me give them a call.
- My first day out of
my cubicle in a year,
and you're going to
send me back already?
I was hoping to see something
more than spreadsheets
for, what, a few minutes?
- ♪ Pour some
water on the fire ♪
♪ Light another, ready to go ♪
- Okay.
This way.
- Thank you.
- So, uh, you're a controller.
- Mm-hmm.
- That's like an accountant.
- Exactly.
- All clear. I'm in.
- Good, because here they come.
- Well, would you look at
that. That's going up quick.
- Sorry, fellas. This
is a closed site.
- Hey, Carson Stiles.
- Ah, Mr. Stiles.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Go ahead.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- All right.
- Let's let the foreman show you
what the future looks like.
- Yeah, so, when we're done,
this will be eight stories,
labs, offices, clinics...
Whole nine yards.
- It might just look like a
bunch of beams and bullets
right now, but...
- "Bullets"?
- Screws, I mean.
- No, I know.
I just haven't heard that
since my steel-mill days.
- Oh, and I forgot
the best part...
Your name right up there.
- No, no, that's
the wrong investor.
- Oh.
- The angel investor I
was telling you about
is going to swing by
later this afternoon.
- Right. Oh, yeah.
- Angel investor?
- Yeah, we're still looking
for a capstone investor.
So, if you happen to have an
extra 10 mil lying around,
it could be your name
right on this building.
Just right above there.
Actually, you could see
it from the highway.
- Well, that'd be a
hell of a tax write-off.
- Yes, it would.
- Well, I got to talk to my
business guys about this.
Thank you for the tour.
- Sure.
- I'll walk you out.
- My pleasure.
- Really, thanks
for coming down.
Here's my card.
As soon as your people give
the go-ahead, call me directly.
- Well, I hope to.
But you don't get to where I am
by being reckless with money.
You know what I'm saying?
- Listen...
hopefully I'll be
seeing you soon.
Take care.
- Nice meeting you, Davey.
- Ah... you got me.
It's nice to have a moment
that's not also a photo op, huh?
- Yeah.
- Thank God Claire
Fox introduced us.
Hey, how did your family
get to know Claire, anyhow?
- Who knows?
They're always introducing me
to someone who knows someone.
- Yeah, well, they must
have had real connections
to have pull with
someone like her.
David, what are
you really asking?
- My family...
my father...
has some history
with Claire Fox.
They don't trust her, and...
I guess I need to know
that I can trust you.
- David, you know me.
- I do.
Claire's history
with my family...
it complicates your
involvement in my campaign.
- Not if I'm not on it.
- No, Jen, I...
- I really like you.
- Are you sure about this?
Positive.
I can get a job at
another campaign.
But I can't find another you.
- Productive day at work?
- I thought I'd
made myself clear.
I want nothing to do with you.
- Ooh, too late for that.
- What are you talking about?
- Your new bank account.
See, it was the
same one I offered.
It's up to you, Your Honor.
Would you prefer to be
bribed or blackmailed?
You will rule in favor
of Patrick Maguire.
- These things happen.
But you tell the boys, Franny,
that we still got him
on the hook, okay?
All right, baby.
I'll see you back at the bar.
Hey, hey, don't you worry.
Today was not a total bust.
Got to go, hon.
- Leonard Nicoletti?
- Who's asking?
- We want to ask you a couple
questions down at the station.
- About what?
- Your whereabouts
this afternoon, sir.
You want to get in
the car, please?
- Sure.
- Patrick Maguire... free man.
Now we just have to
put him away for good.
- That's still the plan?
Take down his family, save mine?
- That's the plan.
See, stopping bad
guys isn't so bad.
And for what it's worth,
you'd make a good officer.
Hold on, hold on.
Hey, Charlie.
- I need you home.
- What?
- The cops just picked Dad up.
They're bringing him into
the station for questioning.
- What do you mean brought
him in for questioning?
- I don't know.
I-I'm not sure.
I don't have the answer, but
Mom is freaking out right now.
- Okay. I'm... I'm coming.
- Yeah, just get out of there.
Okay.
- What is it? What's wrong?
- Cops took my dad.
- Connor, my boy.
- Hey.
So what's it going to be?
I got Nicky holding
your booth in the back,
if it's a meal you're after
or a bottle of whiskey
at the warehouse,
if want to get right
to seeing my work.
- Are you also planning on
taking credit for my release?
- Well, you know, if a man
finds out he's got a sister...
that can make him
paranoid, you know.
Look, I don't know how I'm
supposed to run this company
if you're keeping
things from me.
- She's no Maguire.
And she's only here
as long as I choose.
- They said they're holding
him on grand larceny.
That's... that's
all they tell me.
- I don't get it.
Is it the Alzheimer's? Why
would he lift something?
- No, no. Ma, no, no,
no, it's not that.
It's Slocum's watch, all
right? He wouldn't let it go.
- Are you kidding me?
- Oh, my God.
- After all of this, he's going
to get put away for a watch?
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh, and then they're going to
find out about the charity con.
- Ma, Ma, Ma, slow down.
- And it's only a
matter of time before...
- Slow down, please.
- We're screwed.
- We're going to figure it out.
We're going to figure it out.
We're going to figure...
- You're here.
- Pop?
- Oh, my God.
- How are you here?
- I had someone
looking out for me.
- You broke your code.
- I did what's right.
Hey, uh...
how did you do that?
- I told them your
dad's a vital CIA asset
who committed this crime in
support of a confidential op.
- Wow.
Well, that's, uh, not
exactly the truth.
I guess I pulled
off two cons today.
Your dad's a good man.
- Thank you.
Um, it means a lot.
- I owed you one.
You did the same
thing for my family.
See you.
You're here.
- With you to thank.
So this is what you can buy
when you're sponging
off the Maguires, huh?
- What is he doing here?
- He's impressed with
the work you did, Daphne.
We both were.
I want you to walk me and Connor
through how this
operation works.
- Looks like you won, sister.
I mean, that's what
you wanted, right?
- Enough.
It's a family dinner,
our first one...
so sit.
To the Maguires.