My name is Alice Vaughan.
- You're a cop? - Private investigator.
I run a P.I. and security firm
- along with my partner, Val. - Yo!
You need to get in here and pick out a wedding cake,
or I'm gonna pick one out for you, and it'll be carrot.
This is my fiancé, Christopher,
the man who stole my heart...
You've reached Christopher Hall.
Please leave a message.
...along with everything else.
I gave him my entire life savings.
What is wrong with me?
He did leave one thing behind.
He joked about getting it for me as a wedding gift.
And then when I got home last night, it was here.
You want to play? Let's play.
Turns out, I wasn't his only victim.
The man I've been chasing for two years was your fiancé.
His real name is Benjamin Jones.
I was going to tell you everything.
What we had was real, and I love you.
All agents, move in.
And he's part of something bigger.
They're called the Kensington Firm.
A British crime family.
This is Sybil Griffiths, the mother of Rhys and Margot.
They're pulling a job tonight.
We'll catch them in the act, put them away,
and you will be free.
You'll be charged with fraud, conspiracy, murder.
Let's not forget theft.
Where's the money?
Margot.
The FBI may have received an anonymous tip
regarding a stolen painting.
Miss Vaughan, you are under arrest
for the following federal felony offenses--
I'm the one you need to arrest.
So you can let her go and take me.
♪ You don't know ♪
♪ What's in store ♪
♪ But you know what you're here fo r ♪
♪ Open your hand ♪
♪ Take a glass ♪
♪ Don't be scared ♪
♪ I'm right here ♪
♪ Even though ♪
-♪ You don't roll ♪
♪ Trust me, girl ♪
♪ You wanna be high for this ♪
Did you sleep?
Nope.
Why not?
Because I knew I was gonna see you this morning.
-You see me every morning. - Yeah, for now.
But you and I could be looking at 10 to 15 years of this.
♪ What you're feeling ♪
And that's with good behavior.
♪ It's okay, girl ♪
♪ I feel it, too... ♪
Dao says his supervisor can get you a deal, for three to five years.
And I love Dao for saying that, but--
You gave him the head of the Kensington Firm.
The former head.
And if Val and I can give them Margot--
You can't.
♪ Baby, breathe... ♪
Listen to me.
The only reason that I'm in here
is so that you and I can be together when I get out.
That's the plan.
I do the time, become a good guy.
You are a good guy.
♪ I promise... ♪
But if you go after Margot, she'll go after you,
and I promise you I will break myself out of here if I have to
to keep that from happening.
Could you really do that?
But I'm not gonna do that, because you and Margot...
are going to leave each other alone, right?
♪ I'm right here... ♪
Fine.
- But if Margot comes after me-- - Trust me.
Margot just became the head
of one of the most powerful crime families in the world.
♪ Trust me, girl... ♪
She's got bigger problems than you right now.
Gentlemen.
Thank you all for flying in from London.
As you know, my father always wanted the Firm to have a presence in the U.S.,
and the only way to achieve that is to be here.
So, welcome to Los Angeles.
- I am aware that changes in leadership
can be unsettling.
I assure you your loyalty will be rewarded.
Felix, Alfie. Something you want to say?
- Actually, there is.
- Hello?
Felix, you were saying?
Good.
Then we can begin.
Anderson/Vaughan Investigations is back
and better positioned to give you everything you need
in a private investigation and security firm.
The latest in cloud-based security tech.
Our upgraded encryption software.
And an all-new team of military-trained security specialists
on call 24 hours a day.
So, you guys are back up and running?
- 100%. - We will be.
As soon as the FBI gives us back our files
and our computers and our server.
Which they said they will do.
So, you're not under investigation?
- No, we are not. - It's hard to say.
Stop talking, Alice. Stop talking.
Why? She should be honest.
We need our clients to trust us again.
If I'm Seth Hamilton, I'm not trusting my zillion-dollar tech firm
to a company who's under FBI investigation.
Seth's not like that. He knows us.
I'll bet you he's exactly like that.
Look at him leaning back in his chair.
He can't get far enough away from us. That's how fired we are.
No, he's just that comfortable here.
Except now he's out of the chair.
But smiling and shaking hand-- Oh, shaking with both hands.
- He's overcompensating. - So are you right now.
Well, thank you both for everything.
And for understanding.
Of course.
Next one, I won't say a word, I swear.
There is no next one. Seth was our last client.
So we'll go out and find new ones.
Maybe not be so picky about the kinds of clients we take on.
No, we will not become one of those low-rent,
- seedy P.I. firms.
Anderson/Vaughan Investigations.
It's your alarm company.
There's been a break-in at your house.
Margot.
Gah! I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry. - Tommy.
I know I should've called, but I wanted to surprise you,
and my key didn't work, and so I set off your alarm,
and I may have broken your door.
- But I'll fix it. - It's okay.
Guys, he really is my brother. Thank you.
- You couldn't have called first?
- Don't pretend you didn't miss me. - You know what I miss?
The $750 you still owe me, and that is my jacket you're wearing.
So, what's going on?
You look good. You okay?
Actually... I could use your help.
Of course. How much do you need?
No, no... That's not why I'm here this time.
I swear.
I got plenty of money.
That's the problem.
Three million dollars?
The IRS says that it is in a bank account somewhere, in my name,
and that I have to pay taxes on it, but I don't have that kind of money.
Or do I?
'Cause it is in my name, and that's my Social Security number.
It could be an accounting error.
Or identity theft, although they usually take money.
They don't give it.
Whoever parked this money in your name
knew you well enough to think you'd never find it.
So, is there a roommate or a girlfriend?
No, sadly.
- Someone you work with? - Someone you work for?
Could you guys maybe help me find out?
We could if we had our computers.
- You don't have any computers? - Sophie has her hacktop.
If she can figure out where the money comes from,
we can at least let the IRS know.
Or, you know, we could keep the money.
It's not yours to keep.
Yeah, but then I could pay you guys,
and I could pay you back
for all the money that you've loaned me over the last few decades.
We could use the money.
Not if it belongs to someone else.
So... let's find out.
Benjamin Jones,
I'd like you to meet my supervisor, Agent Justine Diaz.
Agent Dao speaks very highly of you, Agent Diaz.
Oh, you mean Special Agent Dao, now of the FBI's Intelligence Division.
I got promoted thanks to you.
Thanks to you, Mr. Jones,
we were able to put Sybil Griffiths behind bars.
And ever since, Dao has been after me to sign off on a deal
that'll get you out in three to five years.
I would be very grateful.
Here's the thing, though.
I have a problem with you being out on the street in three to five years.
What would you say if I told you I could get you out of here tomorrow?
I'd say...
...what's the catch?
- The answer is no. - We're giving you your freedom.
You're giving me a death sentence.
We're giving you the opportunity to live exactly as you did before.
Setting up cons, pulling jobs, but looping me in
so that I can collect evidence, make arrests.
Once word spreads that I'm setting people up for the feds--
That's not gonna happen.
- You're too good. - Flattery? Really?
Fact. You've never been caught.
And as much as I'd like to take the credit,
the only reason you're here is because you turned yourself in.
The only reason I turned myself in
was to do the three to five years, and start over, get married.
He's engaged.
To Alice Vaughan. I read the file.
But if I go undercover for you guys,
she won't be able to get anywhere near me without endangering herself.
Which is why we're prepared to offer you other incentives.
Such as?
You'd be on retainer, with a generous expense account.
And how would you get me out of here?
We'd get your case thrown out on a technicality.
You can just do that?
We can.
- How long would this deal be? - Three years.
- One. - Two.
18 months, if this job doesn't kill me first.
And exactly what kind of jobs are we talking about?
Dog walker, sign twirler, hand model.
Oh, but that got weird.
16 jobs in the last 3 months.
Did you give any of your employers your Social Security number?
You think one of them put the money in my name?
Could be. It's a place to start.
Maybe that ferret guy in Studio City.
Ferret guy?
Oh, sorry. Ferret wrangler?
Studio City? How long have you been here?
Not long. A few weeks.
You didn't call me?
No. I just--
I wanted to get my life together, get a real job before I called you.
But there are no jobs for millennials.
Sweetie, you are not a millennial.
Don't be mean. I'm trying.
It's just I'm not qualified to do anything.
Okay, what about waiting tables?
Uh-uh, he punches people.
One customer one time.
He has a problem with authority.
No! I have a problem with injustice.
And it gets me into trouble.
- That seems to run in the family.
Oh, hey, write down all your employers
so we can call and do background checks.
Okay, but, you know, maybe steer clear of the ferret guy.
- The answer's no. - That's what Ben said.
Good.
- At first. - What?
- He accepted the deal? - Without consulting me?
It's only 18 months.
- No! - Alice--
We had a plan. He was gonna do the time.
He was going straight.
He is. He's working for the FBI.
As a criminal aiding other criminals.
She doesn't care about Ben. She's gonna get him killed.
Who is this Agent Diaz?
She's one of our best undercover agents.
You would love her.
- I hate her. - Me too.
I'm calling her.
Feel free, but Ben's already made his decision.
- The deal's done. - I'm calling him, too.
He seems so sweet.
He is sweet.
He's sweet and fun and you love him,
and then the next thing you know, you're out 750 bucks
and your favorite jacket is gone.
Besides, I thought you were interested in a different adorable man-child.
I was, but he never really made his move.
Things got a little crazy around here.
I know. I'm teasing.
Kind of.
Friday night.
8:00 p.m.
I'm making my move.
Very impressive.
But put it away before you put someone's eye out.
Meeting went well, I thought.
Were we at the same meeting?
Ivor shouldn't have been on his phone.
I'm not talking about Ivor.
I'm talking about the three leftenants who didn't show up.
All three missed payments this month, too.
Look, here's one of our opium freighters.
Apparently just vanished in the South Pacific.
And a gold transport that was seized by the Swiss authorities.
These things do happen, you know.
When I worked for your mother, there were always fires to put out.
Oh, do you mean like the one that destroyed our five-star hotel in Bilbao?
When did that happen?
Today.
It's blatant disrespect.
I need to find these turncoats.
Well, I can't tell you where to find them,
but I can tell you what they all have in common.
They were all me.
What does that mean?
All three started off as your mother's right hand
before being promoted.
What are you going to do?
I'm gonna do what every girl dreams of doing at one point or another--
I'm going to kill my mother.
You couldn't have stopped Ben from taking that deal?
It was his decision.
And it's not my case anymore.
Because I got promoted this morning.
We should celebrate.
Oh, we will.
The minute you come back here with my computers
and my files and my servers.
Then and only then
- will I be celebrating.
♪ Sometimes I'm so alone ♪
♪ Sometimes I'm so alone... ♪
- I'll hold you to that. - Good.
'Cause that's the only way you're gonna hold me.
♪ I can barely handle it... ♪
Agent Justine Diaz, yes.
Will you tell her that Alice Vaughan called... again?
Ben's gonna be fine.
Look, I know you don't like him--
No, I hated him.
But he stepped up.
He turned himself in.
He went to jail for you.
And because he's a criminal.
But...
because he's a criminal...
♪ I could go... ♪
...and a really good one...
...he's gonna be just fine.
♪ I could go away ♪
♪ I could go ♪
♪ Away ♪
Morning, sunshine. How's the tum-tum?
Rhys.
What the--?
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.
Had to make it look realistic.
How else was I gonna break you out of there?
You did this to me?
Well, I hired someone. He's actually a very
- gifted serial killer. - I'm sorry. What?
Well, he stabbed you just deep enough, for the guards to call the ambulance,
but he missed all the major organs.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, it does look a bit angry, doesn't it?
Sorry. I had to stitch you up on the fly.
- Let me change that. - Don't touch me.
Well, I have to, or else it'll go septic.
Don't.
Sounds like somebody needs a painkiller.
I need a phone.
You have no idea what you've done.
And you have no idea about the lengths I had to go to
to get it done, but don't bother to thank me.
Even though I made breakfast.
Rhys.
Where the hell are we?
He was stabbed?
He's not dead. At least not to our knowledge.
You mean you don't know?
- Why don't you know? - Because he's missing.
His ambulance never arrived at the hospital.
Then why are you here instead of out looking for him?
Because it appears to be a carefully orchestrated jailbreak.
Excuse me?
No, he wouldn't have done that.
You guys just made that ridiculous deal.
Which I understand you were opposed to, so maybe he called you.
To tell me he was breaking out of jail?
I want him to stay in jail.
You're the ones that got him out.
We just need to know if he called you.
No. He did not call. You know why?
Because someone with a shiv found out that he made a deal with the feds.
The United States government is gonna pay you to be a criminal?
I know it sounds good, but--
- What, just you? - Rhys.
Did you say, "Yeah, I'd love to do that, but not without my partner Rhys"?
We are no longer partners.
Oh.
Well, I wish I'd known that
before I went to all this trouble and broke you out of jail.
I never asked you to.
Well, that's the thing about friendship, Benji.
You shouldn't have to ask. I shouldn't have to ask.
- May I see your phone, please? - Why?
Oh, you want to call Alice, give her the good news.
That I'm not dead, yes. And I'm gonna call the FBI.
Oh, no. We can't have that.
Rhys, they're gonna think that I ran.
Yeah, the thing is, in order to get you out of jail,
I had to make, um...
...certain promises.
Which I'm sure you'll keep.
But in exchange for the knife work, and this lovely hideaway,
I was obliged to guarantee your involvement in a very small job.
Give me the phone.
If we don't do this, they will shank us both,
and this time they won't miss the major organs.
So, you can't call the FBI,
but you can call Alice.
Please tell me you're not dead.
Please tell me you find men with abdominal scars attractive.
Where are you? What's going on?
Agent Diaz is here crying jailbreak.
It wasn't me. It was Rhys.
Hi, Alice.
Do you want me to tell her it was Rhys?
No, I don't want you involved.
Too late. Call me later.
Sorry, client emergency.
Of course. I think we're done for now.
Thank you both for your time.
Oh, and next time you talk to your fiancé,
tell him you got your wish.
The deal is off.
When he goes back to prison, he's going back for good.
They told me my lawyer was here.
You look tired.
I can't think why.
Can you?
Late nights with Jamison, I expect.
You'll have to pace yourself at first.
Don't be disgusting.
You know exactly why I'm here.
Oh?
The missing leftenants?
The missing payments?
Darling, I can hardly get a proper cup of tea in here,
let alone coordinate a mutiny from the inside.
I think you'd rather destroy the Firm than let me have it.
Margot...
...your father and I built up the business
for you and for Rhys.
You didn't need to take it. It was yours.
Is that why you torched the hotel in Bilbao?
To teach me that valuable lesson?
What do you mean?
It burned to the ground.
You burned it to the ground.
That hotel was our insurance policy.
Well, that's where you're wrong because there is no payout for arson.
Your father stashed millions there--
in the walls, in the floor, in cash, in gold--
just in case.
No one knew.
Your father only told me because he knew he was dying.
Well, if you didn't do this, then who did?
Who else would Dad have told?
Well, you find out, because I can't do anything from in here.
It's up to you now, darling.
It's all up to you.
Tommy, get in here.
We found the overseas bank account with your name on it.
Wow.
So, now we just need to get through the security questions
and we're in.
What was the name of your first pet?
We used to have the sweetest little pit bull
- named Gracie. - Aww. Gracie.
- Alice named her. - That's so sweet.
I love pit bulls.
Me too. They're the best dogs in the world.
Except for the ones that bite people's faces off.
Next question-- Favorite musician.
Uh, Kate Bush.
Love Kate Bush.
What's your favorite album?
I mean, I'll always love "The Dreaming,"
- but "Hounds of Love" is so amazing! -"Hounds of Love"!
Oh, for God's sake. What street did you grow up on?
Uh, Wallace Road.
Stop it!
You did not. In Tucson?
No, in Mumbai.
- What? - You grew up in India?
You grew up in India?
I used to live in Mumbai.
- You did not. - I did.
You did not.
You were detained there under suspicion of drug trafficking.
Next question.
So, what's the job?
It's not even a job. It's more of an errand, really.
A little light safecracking. It's right up your street.
Who's the client?
We don't even have to deal with the client.
He's sending his boys over right now.
And you won't tell me his name because...
It's Carl Mangels.
Are you insane?
No. No way.
Mangels is actually very misunderstood.
He only "mangles" people who break promises to him.
Oh, man.
Nothing worse than early gangsters.
Rhys.
I can't not let them in.
I am not working for Mangels.
You wouldn't be doing it for Mangels.
- You would be doing it for Alice. - What does that mean?
They know you have a girlfriend.
And how do they know that?
I didn't know it was a secret.
For her sake and for our sake, please just do this one job.
Man, you used to love safecracking.
Gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting.
Ben, you know Thaddeus and Jeremy.
Come on in, fellas.
Let's get to work.
Sheets, towels.
Help yourself to anything in the fridge.
Anything else?
Well, now that you mention it, uh... I'm a little thirsty.
Forgive me.
Go easy in case we have more questions for you tomorrow.
Wait, wait. Wh-Where are you going?
Back to work.
Well, to work on my case?
'Cause I'm officially giving you the night off.
It's not about your case.
But you're not gonna tell me about it because--?
Because it's work, it's boring.
And because I'm your idiot brother who can barely hold a job--
No, that is not it at all.
It's fine, it's fine.
Yeah, I just...
I thought I was gonna be different this time.
You know, I was coming to you with money.
I was gonna buy you bourbon.
And we'd hang out like we used to do.
Back when we were both problem children.
I was never a problem child.
- Yet you were the one
who taught me how to drink this stuff.
But if you have to go back to your office, then...
...I understand.
You're engaged to a con man?
Mm-hmm.
Con man who was stabbed last night,
kidnapped from federal prison,
and hasn't called me since this morning,
so he may be dead.
I have no idea.
Why don't you just call him?
I can't, not with the FBI watching me.
The F--?
Wow.
I know.
I guess it makes sense, given Dad.
Ben is nothing like Dad.
He's not a charming con man?
Dad's not a con man.
Okay, you're right. Yeah.
Dad is strictly an-- an amateur cheat and thief and liar.
I do not have a daddy thing.
What? Then, of course, there's Ethan.
Ethan was a mistake.
You were gonna marry him.
No, he was gonna marry me whether I wanted to or not.
Do you ever...
ever hear from him?
No, he knows better than that. Do you?
Not very often.
He was always good to me.
That makes one of us.
- But now you're with Christopher. - Ben.
- Ah, sorry. Ben.
What? What?
It's just, for the first time in our lives
I think that your life sucks way worse than mine.
Yeah, I think you may be right.
I'm not gonna lie, it feels pretty good.
The mark is Galinda Mangels.
Mangels is targeting his wife?
Mangels is divorcing his wife.
You said this was gonna be a simple snatch-and-grab.
It is going to be simple.
We just have to get to that part.
Which means getting to Galinda.
Since the separation,
Galinda has gone after all of Mangels' assets,
which is why there is an armed body man with her at all times.
What does Mangels want us to grab?
A titanium briefcase.
He didn't tell me what was inside,
but I'm guessing it's leverage
she can use against him in the divorce.
Where's the briefcase now?
Mangels' former Beverly Hills estate,
which Galinda intends to keep.
There are wireless alarm sensors outfitted to every point of entry.
There are also cameras. Loads of them.
According to Mangels, just off the living room
is a hidden custom-made U.L. class 350 safe
where our prize awaits.
With all that security, we can't risk breaking in.
- We'll need a cover. - We do have a cover.
Well... you do.
The only people with access to the house
are the housekeeper and Galinda's massage therapists.
Meet Brian, Eric, and... wait for it... Thor.
She hires them from a company
that guarantees a deep, all-over massage "experience."
Rhys, I'm not doing it.
Look at it this way--
she gets her happy ending, we get ours.
Okay, next employer on the list is the Kincaids.
What did you do for them?
Uh, I was a dog walker.
Two little pugs twice a day.
Oh, that sounds so fun. I want a dog.
Well, you should get one.
I'd just feel terrible leaving him alone all day-- or her.
So, you don't have a-a roommate or boyfriend?
Not even a plant. It's just me.
Is that sad? I'm not sad?
No, no, it's good.
I just thought you and-- and Danny were--
Uh, no.
We're not--
Uh... it's complicated.
Gotcha.
Good to know.
So, the Kincaids?
Sophie and Tommy figured out
that the overseas account was opened in Tommy's name
by his former employers, Jimmy and Cathy Kincaid.
Both schoolteachers in Pasadena.
Great. What did you do for them?
I used to walk their dogs.
- How'd they find you? - Uh, Craigslist, I think.
And how'd they pay you?
Cash usually, sometimes a check.
They could've gotten your Social once their checks cleared.
What else about the Kincaids?
Were they well-off, well-connected?
People coming in and out of the house?
They weren't well-off.
Aside from the $3 million they left in Tommy's account,
their combined bank accounts come to $226,
and their credit cards haven't been used in two days.
Oh, and both their phones are disconnected.
Looks like we're going to Pasadena.
Hello?
Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid?
Some of this mail's over a week old.
Oh, hi!
Hey, kids.
Where's Mom and Dad, huh?
Danny.
The Kincaids are dead?
I don't...
...understand.
Does this mean that I can keep the money?
- What? - Tommy.
Well... the Kincaids--
they don't need it anymore, right?
Because they're dead.
- Not dead-- murdered. - Uh-huh.
Probably for the money.
Which is why you can't go anywhere near it.
But why?
Uh, because it's in my name.
So it's mine now, legally.
Free and clear.
Okay, it's not about the money anymore.
It's about your life.
Whoever killed the Kincaids,
the minute they find out the money's in your name,
they're gonna come after you.
But this money could change everything for me.
I-I mean, I could go somewhere, disappear,
and-- and you wouldn't have to worry about me ever again.
I would be worried about you every minute, for the rest of my life.
These people, whoever they are, they're killers.
- So, if they find you-- - Yeah, but they won't.
They won't, okay? I promise.
Tommy, stop! Listen to me!
If you touch that money, I cannot help you.
But if I take that money, I won't need your help.
But thank you. Oh.
Oh! I love you.
And, uh, Allie, I'm gonna be fine.
I don't know.
I'll call the FBI.
I'll have them freeze the money.
Why would you do that?
Because I'm trying to keep you alive.
No, you're not.
You're trying to keep me exactly where I am
so that you can go on and keep being the successful one.
That is not true.
So you can keep being the one who's always right.
That has nothing to do with this.
Oh, Allie.
You think you are so much better than me.
Don't forget-- I know you.
You are just like me.
- And maybe worse...
...'cause at least I'm not pretending to be something that I'm not.
Is now a bad time?
Oh, dear. Has it come to this?
What on earth are you doing?
I'm trying to make a living
now that my sister has stolen the family business out from under me.
Well, you'll be glad to hear
someone's trying to steal it from under me.
Wow, that didn't take long. Who is it?
I was hoping you could tell me.
Does it look like I am masterminding the takedown of the Kensington Firm?
Or perhaps if someone would stop standing there
like a bloody waxwork.
He really is magnificent, isn't he?
Oh, you have no idea.
No, I do.
Anyway, the Firm belongs to you now.
Nothing to do with me.
It's not just the Firm.
Whoever it is is after us-- you, me, and Mum.
Oh.
Concerned about Mum now, are you?
As a matter of fact, I just visited her in prison.
I'm sorry, but you don't get points for that
if you're the one that put her in there in the first place.
But that's just it.
She wasn't angry with me.
- Mum was frightened. - She was having you on.
Someone is targeting us.
Our assets are under attack. Our people are disappearing.
I need your help.
You got rid of me.
You got rid of Ben.
You even put your own mother in jail just to get what you wanted.
So, I'm sure that whatever this turns out to be,
you'll handle it the same ways you handled us,
ruthlessly and alone.
Best of luck, Jamison.
I'm just here as a courtesy, Ms. Vaughan,
to let you know that if your fiancé doesn't turn himself in
in the next 24 hours,
I'm going to have to charge you
as a co-conspirator in his escape.
You're gonna have a very hard time finding evidence to support that charge.
Really?
If I arrest you and take your cellphone,
I won't find any evidence
that he's contacted you in the last 24 hours?
Which is why your firm's equipment will remain in the custody of the FBI
and our investigation into this firm will remain open
until I get my man.
Or should I say your man?
I hope he's worth it.
The number Ben called from was masked.
I can't trace it.
Maybe the Bureau can.
And in the meantime, Jason Kooley--
the man who stabbed Ben in the shower--
I'd like to speak with him, please.
You all right? You seem tense. Shoulder rub?
You do your job and I'll do mine.
That's the spirit.
How much time do you need before I cut into the house?
Uh, 30 seconds to disable the cameras.
If I cut them any sooner, they'll know, so don't go in until I give the signal.
Or they'll have caught me on camera.
Got it.
♪ Oh, Oh, Oh ♪
-♪ Go ♪
♪ Oh, Oh, Oh ♪
Okay.
♪ Fall in a land, there's no disguise Let me tell, this is how it gets... ♪
You're not Thor.
Thor is dealing with some family issues in... Asgard.
I'll be taking care of you this afternoon.
I'm Chase.
♪ Baby, if you do it... ♪
20 seconds to cameras.
Almost there.
The agency didn't say you'd be coming.
Well, you can call them if you'd like,
but I can assure you that Thor gave me explicit instructions.
Five seconds.
-♪ Say it again, baby... ♪ - Three, two--
Who the hell are you?
Please hold.
I'm with the Department of Water and...
...Power.
All clear.
♪ Gotta get up, come on ♪
♪ Gotta move on, get on ♪
♪ The bus is goin' and we're on our way ♪
♪ Right turn the night Gotta fight for rights ♪
♪ If it don't go, take it away... ♪
Uh... we will start with you facedown.
♪ Yes, I see you do it all the time ♪
♪ Happy to say, baby, that you're mine ♪
♪ Standing at the decks behind You make my blood boil ♪
♪ Boy, you blow my mind... ♪
Oh, uh, face-- facedown.
Okay.
That's okay. I'm not cold.
I am, just a little bit.
You mind if I just warm up with a little hot oil?
Mm.
Okay, just take a few deep breaths for me.
Mm.
What is that smell?
Eucalyptus, spearmint, and chloroform.
Galinda's out.
You are good. Happy endings all around, then?
I'll let you know.
♪ Get your hand out Start to knock on doors ♪
♪ But don't knock on mine... ♪
I've got the case. You in the car?
Not quite yet.
Mangels really is an idiot, isn't he?
Rhys, we got to go.
- Yeah. - Let's go.
What the hell are you doing?
Don't you want to see what's inside?
- No. Absolutely not.
Well, if this is leverage that...
- ...Galinda is using against Mangels,
maybe it's leverage that we can use against Mangels.
Fascinating.
"Mangels, Carl.
Viable sample.
West Side Men's Fertility Clinic."
Whoa! Is that what I think it is?
My husband would call it his
- legacy.
I call it a guaranteed 18 years of child support.
Now, hand over the juice, or I shoot you both dead.
- The sperm-- give it to me. - Mrs. Mangels.
Galinda-- such a lovely name.
- We can explain. - I said hand it over.
Okay.
It's all yours.
Catch.
Rhys, come on, come on!
You guys all right?
What are you doing here?
Did you just shoot her?
- No. I thought you shot her. - You're kidding.
I would never shoot someone that looked like that,
even though she was trying to kill me.
I'm sorry. Why is she naked?
She's naked? I-I hadn't noticed.
She's a naturalist. You know the type.
She must've slipped on whatever that is on the floor.
What is that?
- That's nothing. - Rare Mangels seed.
How did you find us?
The man that Rhys hired to stab you used to work for Mangels.
Are you okay?
I am about to be just fine.
Good.
'Cause you're under arrest.
But only until Diaz can work out the terms of your new deal.
So I have a new deal?
Your little break-in gave us probable cause.
So if we search and seize enough to put the Mangels away,
you got yourself a deal.
What about me? Am I part of this deal?
Hello, I'm Rhys. How do you do?
I engineered the whole operation.
Careful where you step.
You don't want to slip and get pregnant.
This will all make perfect sense once I explain it to you.
- Will it? - No.
Not at all.
Wow!
You look...
way better than I do.
You, uh, tucked your shirt in.
Yes, I did. Thank you for noticing.
So, are you ready for our--
Hey.
Wow, you look gorgeous.
- Thank you. - I, uh--
I didn't want to leave without returning this, finally.
Don't be an idiot. You should stay.
- I've imposed enough already...
...and besides, Alice was right.
I can't take that money.
I'm sorry. Could you repeat that, please?
I couldn't hear you.
I can't take that money because you changed the password.
Mm-hmm. But you know what you can do?
You can stay and help us find out whose money that is,
and at the end of the day, if it's free and clear, it's yours.
And how are you gonna do that?
Well, now that we have our files back...
- Wait. What?
...and our computers, thanks to Dao.
- Thank God. - Hmm?
We can get back to work.
But it's up to you.
You guys coming?
You owe me a dinner.
Yep.
Didn't I promise you?
Yes, you did.
And I promised you...
that we would celebrate.
Look, I'm not sure I want to anymore.
Turns out my promotion comes with a transfer
to Washington, D.C.
So this is how you want to do it?
The minute I start to show a little interest,
you play hard to get.
Look.
We could always do the long-distance thing.
Because that always works.
Or... walk away before we get hurt.
Or...
we could celebrate.
Until one of us gets hurt.
I'm gonna miss you.
Where am I going?
Undercover for 18 months.
Under these covers.
You can't come over to your P.I. girlfriend's house
when you're out there pretending to be a mobster.
Well, you'll have to come over to my place.
What about Rhys?
That's a good point.
He'd want to have a three-way.
You can't come over.
I guess we can sneak around.
Ah, sneaking around, secret sex-- that's no fun.
I know, but...
guess I just imagined us going grocery shopping together,
holding hands in public,
not having to have a gun and an escape route handy at all times.
Yeah, that would be nice.
For about a day.
Then you'd need your gun 'cause you'd be so bored
you'd want to blow your brains out.
I know you, Alice Vaughan.
-♪ The stories I've been told ♪
♪ Crying 'cause I know yo u... ♪
- Hey, Allie, where do you keep--
Oh, no! Oh! No!
- Tommy! - I didn't know!
- I'm sorry.
I didn't know you had, uh, company.
You can go away now.
- Um... sorry.
I didn't see anything.
- Nothing. Good night.
Who the hell was that?
That was my brother, Tommy.
- That was Tommy? - Yeah.
- Well, I want to meet him. - You're not going anywhere.
How dare Rhys accuse me of treachery
when he's the one who plotted against me in the first place.
I mean, am I wrong?
Not at all. You're amazing.
Oh, God, I told you I can't bear compliments from people on payroll.
Right. Sorry.
I mean, t-the truth of it is I'm better off without him,
without all of them.
I'm fine. I'm absolutely fine on my own.
Oh!
Mm.
We'll see about that.
♪ I'm crying 'cause I know you won't be too long ♪
♪ The writing's on the wall ♪
♪ I'm bracing for the fall... ♪
So, we start listening to police radios again, cold-calling people?
Doesn't matter how we get them anymore as long as they can pay.
Good morning, ladies.
I'm sorry I didn't call ahead.
I, uh-- I find myself suddenly in need
of a private investigation and security firm.
Are you available?