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*
You sure he's in there?
Sixth race starts in ten.
He's in there.
JOE: Investor, right? It's a quick, uh, eight-ball thing...
Five grand buy-in.
Should be a piece of cake.
Well, this guy, he shows up with two women,
I mean, chests up to the ceiling.
Suddenly I couldn't remember my own name,
never mind the numbers...
Hey, Vinny.
Hey, Scott.
You guys are early.
Sixth race doesn't start for another ten minutes.
Aw, we just came to cheer for our horses.
We got, like, what, 15 grand out there, right?
Uh, right. 15.
Yeah, yeah, that's good.
'Cause the boss, he heard it was more like 13.
And word is it was 13 last time
and the time
before that.
What? What? Who told him that?
Doesn't matter.
It matters, Vinny, because some jackass
is screwing up my math.
I mean,
it only seems like 13
because of the increased returns.
You take the sixth race, okay?
You want to drift Kentucky Slim. Well, at nine-to-one,
five grand's only gonna return 45 minus the 17% take.
You understand?
So you got to use two grand
to short Grandma's Noodles, pushing Slim to 16-to-one.
The only problem is...
Marone. Stop talking.
Scotty, check him.
What are... You don't got to take...
What are you doing?
(chuckles)
Guess what, Joe, I can do math, too.
15 minus 13 is two.
That's two grand you been skimming from Leo.
Whoa, you guys. Now, come on, now. This is a mistake.
There's a lot to think about. Stop talking.
Security!
MURPHY: We've got to get on the new coding system.
COBB: Yeah, but I don't want to get on the new coding system.
I know, I know. But you have to use 'em.
You keep putting the old codes in your report,
and it just keeps messing the computer system.
Why can't we just change the computer system?
When you're captain, you can do whatever you want.
(drones buzzing) But for now...
Okay. GIDEON: Don't panic!
They're more scared of you than you are of them.
Gideon, we're working.
Uh-huh. Paperwork. (chuckles)
The cornerstone of every successful police station.
Like it or not, it's still important.
GIDEON: Yes, well, so is reading a crime scene.
And these little guys are about to make that a whole lot easier.
They're called micro-drones,
and they are capable of generating
a 3-D crime scene photo in under
five seconds.
Not bad.
Detective, your assessment?
Suspect appears to have eaten a rainbow sprinkle donut.
Mm.
Gideon, sorry to interrupt your...
whatever this is. Can I borrow you a sec?
Yes. As soon as we determine this donut's time of death.
Well, there's a situation.
Guy here saying he wants to be a C.I.
And this should interrupt this coolness because...?
Because it's not just any guy.
Gideon, I need you.
Now.
All right.
(door buzzes)
Well, hello, son.
Dad.
(siren whooping) *
Look, I know that this is an unusual situation,
but, uh... but, frankly, I'm in a tough spot.
And, uh, since my brilliant son bought a police station,
coming here, that seemed like a good idea.
Although, suddenly, I'm thinking I might be at a modeling agency.
Why are you here?
Well, it's a long and sordid story,
but, uh, in a nutshell,
the last few weeks, I've been playing the horses
with a fellow who happens to be in the gambling business.
You fixing races?
Fixing?
No. Not at all.
Just, uh, harmless
number-crunching, yeah.
Uh, and that was fine,
until I started hearing awful things about this boss of mine,
this, uh, Leo-Leo...
Moretti?
Moretti. You know him?
Yeah, I'm familiar with his work.
Well, then you know more than I do.
I'm just a businessman.
I mean, I had no idea
that I was involved with a criminal,
which is why I came here when I realized...
When you realized
that your scam went wrong.
That's what this is, right?
(chuckles): My son.
He's always been resentful of the fact
that a lot of my business ventures
weren't as successful as I'd hoped.
Never mind they put him through MIT.
Put me through MIT?
Okay... Are you serious?
Okay, Mr. Reeves, what exactly are you offering here?
Well, I was thinking, you know, that if I could go back
to this, uh, Moretti character with some kind of a deal,
you know, something illegal,
then you guys could record the transaction
with some sort of hidden device,
which I'm sure that my genius son will come up with.
You realize what happened here, right?
He got busted scamming a bad guy,
and now he's scamming us
to get out of it. I'm just trying
to do the right thing. Ooh...
Give me a break!
You obviously intend... You're trying to use us
as a "get out of trouble"...
Okay, okay. Guys, guys... Okay!
Family bonding time is over.
Just take a minute.
Gideon?
(clears throat)
BRANDT: Hey, check it out.
I took Zingo to one of those, uh, fancy grooming places.
Cost, like, a million bucks, but, look,
look how his coat just shines.
Huh?
Do you hear yourself?
You know you treat that dog better
than you do your girlfriends.
Yeah, because Zingo doesn't spaz out when I pet other dogs.
(computer beeping)
"Woman with a bat."
I'm guessing she's not headed to a game.
(siren wailing)
(beeping)
(clanging)
Open up, damn it!
I want my car back! (siren approaching)
Excuse me!
Lady, excuse me, ma'am.
Hey! Lady! Hey. Hey!
Chicago Police.
There something we can help you with?
I don't need help.
My car got stolen. I'm gonna get it back.
The kid who took it lives in here.
How you know it was this kid? 'Cause it's obvious.
Three cars go missing from around here since he moves in.
I see him out casing cars all the time. I even got a picture.
That's right! I got your picture! Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey. Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!
You need to drop the bat, okay?
Go home. Leave the policing to us.
Come on.
What I need is my car,
so I can go to work and not get fired!
Ma'am, I'm... Open up the damn door!
Ma'am, I'm gonna count to three. One, two...
I'll take this.
Now, we can either drive you to work or drive you to jail.
Your choice.
Come on.
Murphy,
before he walked in that door,
I had not spoken to my father for six years.
Why? Because he is, has been,
always will be a con artist.
Come on, you were a beat cop for years, right?
You're familiar with the concept of lying.
Yes, I know lying.
But I also know Leo Moretti.
He's been running rackets in Chicago for decades.
Drugs, stolen goods, even murder.
If we catch him,
it's great for the city and us.
Great. Fantastic. I'm sure there's lots of ways
we can do that without involving my father.
I've tried, okay? Look.
You see this guy?
He was tired of Moretti putting the squeeze on his family,
so he turned state's evidence.
This is what happened to him afterwards.
None of our C.I.s will go near Moretti now.
Which is why we need your father.
Who is unreliable and more self-serving than a gas pump.
So is every other C.I. They're all working an angle.
Well, my father has 50 angles.
He is the smartest guy I know.
He played you like a piano in there.
(chuckles) First of all, nobody's playing me.
I see him for what he is.
But this is a chance to get a monster off the streets.
Which is exactly what he wants you to think!
You're letting his charm cloud your judgment. You're letting
your feelings get in the way of you doing your job.
I don't have feelings about this!
(door buzzes)
All right, listen up, we're gonna do this.
But if I get one whiff of your crap,
I will stick your ass in prison so fast
it will reverse the spin of the Earth.
Are we clear?
Whatever you say, son.
Mm.
Yep. That's Leo's place, all right.
Not exactly a bastion of class.
Mm. As opposed to the country clubs that you hang out in.
Look, our sources say that Moretti's behind
a holdup at a jewelry show last month.
Did you hear anything about that?
You know, as a matter of fact, I did.
'Cause Leo's two gorillas were babbling all week long
about scoring some uncut diamonds.
Two vendors were killed.
If those diamonds are from that holdup,
then we have Moretti on theft and murder.
He'll be looking for a buyer.
Which might as well be me.
MURPHY: Joe, Moretti wants you dead.
You sure you can sell this?
As long as I have you and Chicago's finest backing me up.
But there is one little thing.
Course. Here it comes. I can't go anywhere
near Moretti without offering him something.
And I think maybe, what, 25 grand ought to do the trick.
There it is. I'm surprised he didn't shoot
a little bit higher though. 50, 100, maybe?
Hey, do you want the key to my Rolls?
Son, you just heard the detective say
Leo wants to kill me.
Now, what do you propose,
I walk in there with a big target on my chest?
Okay, look, we could take it out of the 1505 fund,
but it's gonna take weeks to approve.
And Moretti's gonna want to move these rocks soon.
No, no, I'll put up the cash.
It's my money he wants anyway.
(chuckles): Wow, you think that I want to steal from you?
MURPHY: Guys, just give it up already.
Gideon, you'll get it back.
We'll inventory and track the bills.
That's not the only thing we'll track.
PETE: With all due respect, Gideon,
your father cannot wear this.
He might as well walk in there wearing
an "I'm with the cops" T-shirt.
So shrink it.
Ankle monitors are big for a reason.
The tracking equipment,
the security stuff so people can't take 'em off.
And we need GPS monitoring.
That's only gonna make it bigger. (sighs)
A few years ago,
I made a tracker for the electronics division.
It was for extreme mountain climbers.
I was dating one at the time.
Oh, calves like marble.
Anyway, it was pea-sized,
trackable through an avalanche.
All right, fine. But we're still gonna need an unbreakable band.
Even titanium would snap...
Carbon nanotubes.
At $50,000 a strand?
You're talking about spending
half a million bucks to protect 25 grand.
It's the principle of the thing!
He's got an old watch that he likes to wear.
We can make a replica.
We? You mean me.
God, it's like you read my mind.
Chicago Police! Open up!
(locks clicking)
Hey there.
Uh, is your mom home?
She's at work.
Hey, um, do you know this boy?
We talked to your neighbors; They said he might live here.
Uh, that's my brother, Luke.
Good. Is, uh, is he here? Can we talk to him?
Down there.
Okay, thank you. Thanks.
BRANDT: Chicago Police.
GOSS: Looks like Bat Lady was right.
Kid's got a dismantled ignition right here,
but where the hell is he?
I don't know. Maybe he didn't tell his sister he was leaving.
Hey!
There. There he is!
Hey! Stop!
GOSS: Freeze! Chicago Police!
BRANDT: Stop!
GOSS: Luke! Stop!
(car alarm blaring)
(engine starts)
Son of a bitch! (groans)
(electrical beeping)
JOE: Wow. It looks like the real thing.
Uh-huh.
Except it's not a cheap piece of crap.
You're not gonna be able to get it off.
(groans) Ow.
I just hate doing this without my lucky watch.
You know, you remember, you gave it to me.
I gave it I back to you after you stole it
and said it was my graduation gift.
You're gonna get it back, okay?
After we bust Moretti.
And the tracker's good.
Traced him right to this van.
Hear that? So wherever you go,
whatever you say,
we're gonna know about it, so don't do anything stupid.
And we got a tact team ready, in case we need to go in.
You ready to go?
Kiss for good luck?
Okay, let's go.
*
* They all wanna be
* Wanna be me
* I got the power to win
* My title I will defend
* Take the crown like a man
* Call 'em Mayweatheren
* I'm nothing less than a ten
* That's why your man wanna sin... *
MORETTI: I don't believe it.
I come in peace, Leo.
You're leaving in pieces. (grunts)
Come on, Leo. Let me end this guy right now.
Tact team, stay close. This is gonna get ugly pretty quick.
No, no, no. Hold on, hold on.
JOE: Let me just ask you one thing.
You know me,
and you know that I'm the smartest son of a bitch
that you ever worked with.
Why would I walk in here and risk my neck
without a good reason?
And perhaps a profitable one.
You've got one minute.
First, a peace offering.
25,000.
Vincent told you that I was skimming.
Well, in fact,
I was, but I was making side bets for you, Leo.
And I was hoping maybe I could come in
and bring you the winnings in person,
knowing that if I gave it to No-Neck here,
you'd never see it.
My dad is the only person who could convince someone
he did him a favor by stealing from him.
He's not out of the woods yet.
MORETTI: Fact remains,
you clocked one of my guys and ran off.
Appreciate the dough, but, see,
we got a principle around here that says
that either I got to put a bullet in you,
or maybe
I give Vince a claw hammer and I tell him to take his time.
Oh, wait.
All right, that's it. Tact team, we're going in.
Our C.I.'s in trouble. We have to extract him now.
GOSS: Come on. Come on.
JOE: Whoa, wait, hold it. You don't understand.
Look. The 25 K, that's just a start.
It's gonna be the end, too. No, no.
I got some guys, they want to buy diamonds, 300 G's worth.
* They all wanna be, wanna be me... *
You have 30 more seconds.
Murphy, Murphy, wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
I'm not losing another C.I.!
GIDEON: No, no, no, no, no!
Listen! Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!
He's selling Moretti on the deal.
Listen, listen.
What the hell do you know about me and diamonds?
It's your boy Vincent again.
Couldn't shut up the whole week long
about the score.
So I called some contacts I have in Miami.
They want to set up a deal, with you.
Who?
Who are they? They're, uh, they're diamond guys.
They're Israelis.
And they're leaving the country,
and they want to do this thing tomorrow.
VINCE: Boss, come on with this.
Shut up! He wouldn't know anything about this if it wasn't
for your big mouth.
(snaps fingers)
You want the rocks?
500 G's.
500? Deal.
* They all wanna be me...
Tomorrow, then.
Stand down! Stand down!
Now get him out of here.
(grunts)
Gideon. Hi.
Hey, I'm happy I caught up to you.
Listen, before we do this today,
I think you really need to talk to... Conrad?
I will, don't worry. I'm gonna talk to him.
I'm talking about your father.
Murphy, normally I value your wise perspective
and sage advice, but that is a terrible idea.
He almost died last night; That doesn't worry you?
Trust me, this is not
my father's first brush with a loaded firearm.
Well, maybe he's trying to redeem himself,
to really change. Uh-huh, right, right.
Like the greengrocer redemption of 2001,
where I loaned him 20 grand to start a produce company
that magically became a poker game.
Okay.
Or the great holiday redemption of 2010,
a.k.a. the reason we stopped speaking,
where he roped two of my board members into a pyramid scheme
at my company Christmas party.
Had to have him thrown out by a security team in Santa hats!
Okay. I get it. Can you please listen to me?
Look, back in the day, I had a cousin, his name was Marco.
We were very close as kids.
Later on, he started dealing. Murphy...
Every time I would see Marco, we would argue.
I was trying to change him.
And finally, I realized that I couldn't.
I just had to make peace with who he was.
All right. And you kumbaya'd it out, I got it.
No. He died. I was too late.
Some banger shot him before I could even reach out.
C.I. work is really dangerous.
You can lose your father.
I do appreciate your concern.
I'm very sorry about your cousin.
My father's gonna be fine.
I'm a lot more concerned about my 500 grand.
You brought that much money in a bag?
Technically, that's what bags are for,
to carry things, you know.
What? Fine. I'm gonna take it to the evidence cage right now.
And then you'll talk to your father?
Yes, then I'll talk to my father.
*
(sighs)
(laughter)
BRANDT: Son of a bitch!
(excited chatter)
COBB: Please,
please say that it's true.
Please say that you went to arrest a kid for car theft,
and he stole one directly in front of you
and you fell in a Dumpster full of garbage.
Screw you guys. (laughter)
What are you laughing at? He got away from you, too.
Yeah, but I didn't eat garbage.
Oh, real funny.
This kid, he's stealing cars
left and right, and you idiots are cheering him on.
You got to admit, man, that's some serious.
Gone in 60 Seconds stuff. That kid's a pro.
Kid's a criminal.
And you, hot stuff. Mm-hmm.
Why don't you do something useful
and put an all call on the car he took?
Okay, sure. The one that he stole first,
or the one he stole right in front of you?
Both. And if you get any hits, we get him first.
Sure.
(singsongy): Let's watch it again.
COBB: Yes, please.
BRANDT: Son of a bitch!
Joe just got the location of tonight's meet
from Moretti's people. Mm-hmm.
It's at a diner on 54th and Ohio.
We're gonna set up a perimeter here.
And everyone gets that they're not
just watching Moretti, right?
I want eyes on my dad at all times.
I get you're worried about his safety.
(laughs) Yeah, well, I'm worried
he's gonna run like a gazelle on the Serengeti, yeah.
Well, in any case, we got the whole block covered.
All right.
Have you made nice with him yet?
What? Oh, come on.
You, too? God.
Who else did Murphy tell to strong-arm me?
For the record, I think she's right.
You know, me and my pops,
we used to fight like crazy
when I was a kid.
Now we shoot the breeze at least twice a week.
The man is 93 years old.
Talks about the ladies at the rest home
like he's 60.
Well, if my old man makes it to the rest home,
the ladies should watch their pearls.
That's all I'm saying.
Fine. Talk to him.
Bernie. Have you seen my dad?
Just left. Went to get a vest. Vest?
What's he need a vest for?
I thought it was for your operation.
He said Murphy signed off.
GIDEON: Cobb? Mm-hmm.
I'm looking for our C.I.
You mean your dad?
Well, I got a call from somebody.
They wanted him down in the basement ASAP
for some new surveillance tech.
Wait. Who specifically called you?
Oh. Uh...
Now that I think about it, I don't really remember.
You! Hey!
Officer Blond Hair, open that door, please.
Yes, sir.
(groans)
Yeah, the money's gone.
The money's gone.
Lock this building down!
Everyone, I need all eyes looking for Joseph Reeves!
We believe he's somewhere in the building!
Ada, my dad just bounced with half a million dollars.
Ping the tracker.
I need it's precise location down to the millimeter.
Yeah, okay, on it.
(computer beeps) Basement floor.
What? Ba...? I-I was just there.
Where in the basement?
Yeah, give me a sec.
Your workshop.
Oh!
(computer beeping rapidly)
PETE: Pretty impressive, actually.
I mean, he bypassed the alarm.
He used a battery from one of the Tasers to connect...
I get it, Pete.
Well, I'm just saying, from a technical standpoint,
it's incredible.
I can see where you get your talent from.
Yes, okay, my father's a genius.
He defeated my tracker with my own damn tools, no less.
How long has it been off?
Uh, it's 20 minutes.
Hey, uh, so I just checked the security cameras,
and Joe skirted the lock on the evidence cage.
It's pretty amazing, actually.
What? What about the exterior cameras?
They get anything?
There's a 16-foot lapse in coverage
on the west side of the building.
And that is where he went.
Yeah.
(sighs)
(engine revving)
BRANDT: Can she even do that?
Can she show my body-cam footage?
'Cause I'm pretty sure she can't.
Come on, man.
You'd have done the same thing.
Remember when Cobb ate that cockroach?
You rode him for weeks.
Yeah, because I was actually there.
(laughs)
That was hilarious.
But, you know, this-this was private.
ADA: 1305, looks like we've located your suspect.
Stolen vehicle report.
Headed East on 85th off Crestview.
Copy, Squad. Look at that.
Looks like she's making it up to you already.
Let's get this little bastard.
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(groans)
(horns blaring)
Uh-uh, buddy. I got you.
(tires screeching)
Hands up!
Out of the car!
Luke, get out of the car!
Is that the 2016 or 2017?
What?!
Production on the Cadillac CTS-V began in 2004.
Supercharged V8 engine,
640 horsepower, top speed of 200 miles per hour.
Does that one have the magnesium paddle shifters?
What is up with this kid? (car door opens)
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey. Hey, put your hands up!
Kid, stop!
Yeah.
It's got the paddle shifters. It's an eight-speed.
3.7 seconds, zero to 60.
Do have any idea how much trouble you're in?
Hey, hey, Brandt, hold on a sec.
Hey, Luke, you go to school?
Yeah? What school you go to?
I used to go to Multiview, but now I go to Sunshine.
What the hell difference does it make what school he goes to?
Sunshine is a school for kids with developmental disabilities.
Autism,
stuff like that.
My cousin's kid goes there.
So he's like Rain Man?
Would you just shut up?
Hey, Luke,
how about this?
What if we let you sit in our car?
Can you answer a few questions for us?
Okay.
LUKE: This is so cool. (engine revs)
Why'd you run?
You were gonna take the car away,
but the lady... she never washed it.
She used the wrong oil.
But that car didn't belong to you.
I needed it, for my collection.
What collection?
American cars from 1965 to 2005.
Okay.
Can we see your collection?
Mm-mm.
Okay, uh...
how's this, kid?
How about, um,
we let you drive us to the collection in our car?
Wait. What?
Okay. Yeah.
Are you crazy?
We can't let this kid drive the car.
Hey, he's about to drive us
to God knows how many counts of felony auto theft.
If you got a better idea, I'm all ears.
Otherwise, I call shotgun. (clicks tongue)
All right, facial recognition
running at DuPage and Midway airports.
Where's the O'Hare feed?
I'm not in the system yet. Why not?
Because this is technically illegal, Gideon!
We need FAA approval to even get access
to these cameras. Please!
My dad would be on one of those planes
before we even pick up the phone.
Get the O'Hare feed online. Gideon?
What? What? Hey, hey, any APB hits on Joe?
No, but I am working my local contacts.
Local? Murphy, my father has 500,000 of my dollars
in his possession.
Trust me, he's leaving town.
Ada, pull up Union Station.
MURPHY: Gideon, you have to listen to me.
You're going about this all wrong. Scratch that. Scratch that.
I'm gonna work on the drone, you look at O'Hare still.
MURPHY: Gideon, please.
I know you want to catch your dad,
but you have got to stop thinking of Joe as your father
and start thinking of him as a criminal.
What the hell does that even mean?
Criminals don't just up and leave their home base,
what they know the best; And for Joe, that's Chicago.
I think he's still here.
Oh, right, where he's wanted
by both police and a murderous gangster.
That's my point.
Joe doesn't care about cops, but he knows
that if he burns Moretti, he's a dead man.
So you think that he's still gonna try to do this deal?
That's crazy. Is it?
'Cause if Joe does this deal,
he walks away with 500 grand in diamonds,
and he stops Moretti from hunting him
for the rest of his life. Now, the only problem is
we don't know where the new location is.
And, obviously, your father's not gonna go back to the diner.
We know where Moretti is.
Follow him
to the new location, to my dad.
Moretti's impossible to follow.
When there's something going on this big, like this deal,
he is very careful, and I'm talking about multiple cars,
heat moves, countersurveillance.
If any of his guys see a car follow him,
forget it, deal's off.
Then we'll follow all the cars
with something he can't see.
(beeping)
Not bad. Not bad at all.
I added the range extenders and the extra batteries,
but the controls are a little bit different
than the regular drone,
so I figure if you train me and Ada...
No, no, no, no, no, no time for that.
So you just put all these controls into one panel.
See? Like that. Yeah, but you...
What? What? I can handle it.
Gideon, there are four drones.
I have ten fingers. He's my dad, all right?
I will catch him. (beeping)
Mm-hmm.
(drones buzzing)
Mm-hmm. See that?
Just like juggling.
Okay.
Yeah, told you. Easy-peasy. Mm-hmm.
Yeah,
just keep in mind, they're still fragile.
(frantic buzzing)
(clattering)
(rapid beeping)
(sighs)
Yeah, okay, well, you know, I'll practice.
Whoa.
(chuckles) Yeah, "whoa" is right.
(chuckles)
This is gonna put this kid away for, like, 30 years.
Think you really want to do that?
It's not our call.
I mean, I bet you half of these
aren't even from the 13th.
I mean, either way you put it, the kid's going away.
Excuse me. I got a call that you have my son.
You're Luke's mom?
We been trying to reach you since yesterday.
I'm sorry. I missed the calls.
I-I work three jobs.
What is going on?
Ma'am, you see these cars?
Your son stole 'em.
Are you sure? Yeah.
He confessed. He calls 'em his collection.
Oh, God.
I knew he liked cars, but...
I had no idea.
You have to understand,
he's-he's not like other kids. GOSS: I know.
I called his school.
So then you got to realize, he didn't know that
what he was doing was wrong. BRANDT: We understand, ma'am,
but, um, I-I just doubt
a prosecutor's gonna see it that way.
Prosecutor?
Yeah.
He can't go to jail.
(voice breaking): It'll kill him.
Please, I am begging you.
Please don't do this.
Hey, Luke?
Hey, is there
any car you can't steal?
Uh... collect?
No. Some cars are harder.
Keyless cars are hard, but I, um...
I figured out a way to trick the...
Yeah. I don't need the details.
Hey, Mom.
Hi, baby.
Hey, you know that car theft class they teach at the garage?
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
I'm thinking Luke's skills might be valuable.
I got a friend over at the A.S.A.'s office.
Could give a call.
What you think?
I think it would be one hell of a bust.
Make the call.
(Brandt sighs)
CONRAD: What are you doing here exactly?
Pretty simple.
Moretti's in the strip club, there.
When he leaves to do the deal, he's gonna send
a bunch of cars out, and I'm gonna follow them with these.
And you're gonna control these by yourself?
Sending the micros
over to you now, Murphy.
(beep)
MURPHY: Copy that.
(drones buzzing)
MURPHY: (chuckles) Cute. Cute?!
They're not cute.
They're powerful instruments of espionage.
Whatever.
As long as they're fast.
Moretti will be leaving any second.
Are you sure you can do this?
Yes, yes, yes. I can and I will.
Please, everybody, stop asking that question.
This is it. They're on the move.
First car's heading
south on Ohio, the second car's heading north.
Copy that.
Okay, piece of cake.
A third car's coming out.
Someone keep eyes on that one, please.
It took a left on 26th.
Please don't let there be a fourth car.
Why?
Three is his magic number.
Dude, I can hear you. Yeah, well...
Okay, we've got a fourth car.
Damn it!
Give me one second.
Maybe we should get some follow cars
out on the road. Absolutely not.
I almost got it.
ADA: Wait, where did four go?
CONRAD I don't see it.
Number three is locked. Where's four?
We lost eyes on it.
There.
(sighs)
GIDEON: We are now
trailing all four cars.
Nice work.
So far.
(car alarm chirps)
Oh, whoa!
MURPHY: Gideon, be careful.
I am, I am.
I'm going four different directions here.
Ada, can you pull anything based on their driving patterns?
Yeah. Yeah, a couple of the cars
are just driving in circles. CONRAD: Doesn't tell us anything.
Just means they're trying to throw off any follow cars.
Whoa, whoa, Pete!
The signals are shaky!
Why are the signals getting shaky?
'Cause they're not designed for this.
Their signal can't handle four cars
over five square miles.
We got to weed out the decoys.
Anyone see anything in those cars
resembling Moretti? MURPHY: I'm trying,
but the back windows are too tinted.
(grunts, pants)
(inhales sharply)
MURPHY: Ada, punch in on the second car.
Moretti's in car number two.
GIDEON: What? How do you know that? The driver.
They all have drivers.
He looks nervous, okay?
You don't look stiff like that if you're just a decoy.
You look like that if the boss is in the car.
That sounds pretty unscientific.
I don't care how it sounds. We need to make a decision here,
and I've followed a hell of a lot more bad guys than you.
GIDEON: Fine. Number two it is.
Pete, I'm losing the rest.
(indistinct police radio chatter)
*
GIDEON: Suspect is in place.
(laughs)
Nice work, Detective.
MURPHY: Save the props until we make an arrest.
It's not over till we bring this guy down.
(siren wailing)
GIDEON: My father used to sneak me
into the zoo when I was a kid.
Now, he knows that place like the back of his hand.
All right, we're in position.
Any sign of Joe?
No. Still M.I.A.
Starting to think this is maybe just
my father's parting "screw you" to a guy who wants to kill him.
Joe's too smart to poke the bear.
Trust me, he'll show.
Uh-huh. And then if he doesn't,
can we still get Moretti on intent?
It'll never stick.
We need to see him take the money and hand off the diamonds.
(chuckles) Great.
So it all hinges on my missing father.
Geez, just like every day of my childhood.
MORETTI: This S.O.B. doesn't show up,
I'm gonna kill him.
Hell, I might kill him even if he does show up.
Screw this. Let's go.
It's colder than hell out here.
GIDEON: All right,
Moretti's calling it. Told you.
MURPHY: Gideon? Once again,
my father has managed to screw everybody.
He's here.
(carousel music playing)
Holy crap. You were right.
Don't act so surprised.
All right, once they make the exchange,
we move in.
MORETTI: Go check the back.
Change the place on me,
now you're late?
Relax, Leo. Relax.
Just trying to be careful, for your sake as well as mine.
The night guard here... He's an old pal of mine.
Besides, what I got in here
is well worth waiting for, okay?
400 G's.
400? I said five.
Five?
No. Originally, we said three.
Is he actually trying to rip Moretti off now?
MORETTI: No, you said three. I said five.
And I also told you what I would do to you
if you tried to screw me on this. Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, now. Whoa.
Gideon, if he doesn't lower that gun,
we have to move in.
JOE: All right. Here's the thing, Leo.
The Israelis... They only brought three.
But there's an extra 100 grand in here,
and that's from me.
They told me that they would pay me back.
You and I both know I'll never see that money again,
but I wanted to deliver as much as I could for you.
All right?
So you got two choices.
We do the deal for 400,
which is more than those rocks are worth,
or you go ahead and shoot me.
Kill me. Take everything.
You're gonna have to deal with the Israelis, though.
I can handle anyone. Sure, you can.
Of course you can.
But I know these guys,
and it could get really, really messy.
All right? Besides,
you're a big businessman; You got a lot on your plate.
I mean, that's a lot of hassle for a measly hundred grand.
CONRAD: Damn.
He's good. Oh, no, no, no.
My dad is the Picasso of BS.
Okay. 400.
But you and I are finished.
I don't give a crap how smart you are.
Moretti's in. Murphy,
get ready. JOE: I get it.
Sorry it had to turn out like this.
I see the diamonds.
MORETTI: The money.
Murphy, now!
CPD! Drop your weapons!
You lying piece of...
(carousel music playing)
COBB: Chicago police! Stop!
MURPHY: Freeze!
Stop right there!
MURPHY: Drop your weapon.
COBB: Hands in the air!
I got you, big guy. Come here. Come here!
Leo Moretti, you're under arrest!
Finally. Stay on the ground. GIDEON: Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on. Where is he?
Murphy, Murphy, where's my father?!
Does anybody have eyes on Joe?
OFFICER: Negative.
(handcuffs clicking)
OFFICER 2: Nothing here.
GIDEON: Okay, okay. Wait.
One second. He's got to be here. He's got to be here.
He's here.
He's...
I...
Damn it!
Morning.
(sighs) Uh...
That's a weird expression, isn't it?
I never know whether it means you're having a good morning
or you wish that the other person's
having a good morning. You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?
Caught a major criminal yesterday.
Only cost me a hundred grand
and being humiliated by my father
for the millionth time.
I'm so sorry that we let Joe get away.
I mean, I...
(sighs) You know what? There's no excuse.
Don't. No. That's... Don't beat yourself up.
That's what he does.
He disappears. Done it my whole life.
Just like David Copperfield, without the money.
You gonna be all right?
Yeah.
I'll be fine.
I'm gonna get some air, call my driver, go for a ride.
Don't.
I'll take you.
Yeah? Yeah.
I'd like that.
(tool whirring)
This one is the... 2017.
Naturally aspirated. All-wheel drive.
Seven-speed automatic.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
All that matters to me is that this model's
supposed to be impossible to break...
(electronic beeps, chirps)
into.
Holy hell.
(chuckles): Told you he was good.
And he can fix them, too.
BRANDT: Yeah, cars went back to their owners
in better shape than when he took them.
How long do we have him? 36 months.
Every day after school.
Then can I hire him full-time?
If you know what's good for you.
You seriously grew up here?
I thought it would be bigger.
(sighs)
Well...
my dad was a con artist.
Makes it kind of hard to get a mortgage, so...
Is your mom still here?
Uh, she passed away when I was in high school.
Gideon, I'm sorry to hear that.
No, it was a long time ago.
Cervical cancer, so...
I remember thinking the one good thing about it
was, uh, I wouldn't have to lie to her for my dad anymore.
He... he couldn't have been all that bad.
He did put you through MIT.
(laughs)
Right, right, right. He put me...
You know how I got through MIT?
Uh, when my mom died,
she wanted her life insurance to pay my tuition.
Yeah. Instead...
my father blew it on a sure thing at the track.
And I was so pissed...
that I built a rocket.
(chuckles)
To get myself the hell off any planet
that he was living on.
And anyway, I sold it.
That's what paid for college.
Somehow, in my father's twisted logic,
that counts as putting me through MIT.
Look, I know you don't want to hear this, but,
you know, sometimes,
it's the people that piss you off the most
that drive you the most.
I think your dad actually makes you better.
It's kind of a miracle,
actually, you didn't turn into a con man, too.
Well, who's to say I haven't?
I convinced you I could run a police station, right?
(phone vibrating)
Hello.
Gideon, it's me. (lively music playing)
Where the hell are you?
Look, Gideon, I know you hate me right now, but come on.
We both knew that I was gonna do things my way, right?
And you got your diamonds back,
and you got your bad guy, didn't you?
And you got away with a hundred grand of my money,
so everyone wins, right?
Well, I am never gonna be father of the year,
but at least I care enough to...
What?
Steal from me?
Embarrass me in front of an entire police district?
Look, I'm sorry you feel that way, son.
I'm very proud of you, okay,
and everything that you've accomplished.
I know that I'm a screwup, but I'm never gonna have to regret
the way that you turned out in spite of me.
You've become a great man.
So, listen, I just want to say...
I love you, son.
I love you.
Very much.
* If I only knew.
GIDEON: Dad? Dad? * What I could do
* To make you, make you love me... *
Hey, Dad?
* To make you, make you love me *
* To make you, make you love me. *
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