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Show: In Plain Sight - 5x7

MARY: Previously on In Plain Sight...
Miss me?
Ronnie Dalembert.
Clown.
The Affinity scammer.
MARY: I hate this guy.
We're moving you to a secure location.
Your testimony will be rescheduled.
Oh, yeah.
Daddy.
You're under arrest.
STAN: James is willing to hand them Sully on a silver platter.
The thing is, Mary, he'll only talk to you.
If I ever left the fold, he'd kill my family.
Dad.
What the hell?
Listen to me, son.
People come back.
You got any idea what Sully does to loose ends?
All they want to do is bring Sully in.
The sooner you help them do that, the sooner Jinx and Brandi are out of the crosshairs.
We hook Sully with a little sample.
He'll set a meet.
Sully's making contact.
Dad?
Scott?
SULLY: Now say goodbye to your son.
No, no, no.
Sully, no.
No.
(GUN FIRES) (GROANS) Damn it!
Shannon's gone AWOL!
He knocked out one of my guys and the EMT, and escaped on foot.
I know where he's going.
He's going after Sully.
He's going to kill the son of a bitch.
What makes you so sure?
Because that's what I'd do.
My father probably should have taken his own advice.
Never trust your partner.
Thirty miles and closing, Stan.
STAN: Copy that.
Can't believe he's going North.
How does he not head straight for Juarez?
What?
This isn't a Butch and Sundance deal, taking off for Mexico.
Bolivia!
I've told you a thousand times, Butch and Sundance went to Bolivia.
Whatever!
The point is, his only son just got killed on his watch.
Mother Teresa would want revenge.
You really think he'll kill him?
You're asking me?
I don't know.
I don't know him.
Well, what we do know is, his story about Sully checks out.
Your family is clearly in danger.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
He's turning off.
Stan, he's turning off.
Copy.
Excuse me, ma'am.
U.S.
Marshals.
Have you seen this man?
Show her the photo please.
This man, have you seen him?
Yes.
I gave him a ride into town.
Dropped him off about half an hour ago.
He traded me this necklace.
All right, Marshall.
Do your polite thing real quick, would you?
I'm sorry, ma'am.
We're going to have to take that.
It's evidence.
But he wanted me to have it.
And now, the FBI, wants you not to have it.
Okay, enough chit-chat.
Marshall, grab the necklace.
Let's go.
Thank you.
So here's a simple way to prop up the airline industry.
First class corkage fee.
Champagne!
The real deal from...
Champagne.
So, I bring my own, peel off twenty bucks a pop in corkage...
Easy money, huh?
Am I right?
Or am I right?
MARY: Ask an artist how he knows he's finished with a painting, and odds are, he'll say you never really know.
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY) (WHISTLING) Hey, Shannon!
How the hell you been?
Fantastic.
You seen Sully?
Not since Carolina Savings.
Heard that didn't go too good.
Yeah, well, you're really not going to like the way this goes.
Put that down or I'll shoot you dead!
Put it down.
All right.
I'm going to ask you just one more time.
Seen Sully?
Think really hard about it.
MARY: I read somewhere, Picasso used to touch up paintings on living room walls, smudges on canvas he'd sold years before.
Like his relationships, like all of ours, his paintings lingered, unfinished, somewhere between not quite dead and pulsing with life.
Hey.
What the hell?
FBI can't run a manhunt out of their shop?
The feebs love a good off-site.
Yeah.
Plus Delia's not messing around with these muffins.
God help me, they're good.
All right, folks, listen up.
Listen up.
Now it goes without saying, we got a fugitive right now with ties to this office.
Now, there's no hard intel that he's coming after us, but James Shannon's associates...
That's another story.
All bets are off.
Until we locate him, and mark my words, we will, nobody gets sloppy.
Don't.
I wouldn't dream of it, partner.
How the hell did you track me down, Jimmy?
Everybody's got a blind spot.
You think people are loyal to you.
That's not loyalty.
That's fear.
You should never have gone freelance.
You should have never gone after my family.
Mary.
Can I have a word, please?
What's up?
Mary, I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to stay it.
Blood work came in an hour ago.
It's positive for acute myeloid leukemia.
Your father is terminal.
Am I supposed to believe you have cancer, or...
Well, the cancer's legit.
I wish it wasn't.
I see.
If you want to talk about this...
No, I don't want to talk about it.
I don't need to get it out.
I'm not sad, Stan.
I'm pissed.
Okay.
I get it.
And listen.
Until this all blows over, you're going to need security.
No, I don't.
Not up for discussion.
You want to recues yourself from the manhunt, jump into the Dalembert testimony, nobody is going to bat an eye.
Yeah, right.
Jump into the deep end with that asshat one more time?
No, thanks.
I'm on this.
No one brings in my father but me.
MARY: Since 1970, the Federal Witness Protection Program has relocated thousands of witnesses, some criminal, some not, to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute distinguishing them from the rest of the general population.
And that is, somebody wants them dead.
Your cooking is finer than a skeeter's eyelash.
You're doing it again.
What?
People say that.
No, they don't.
You're fabricating colloquialisms.
Don't make me call Aunt Maybeline.
Oh, the ring.
Got to get this re-sized.
One ring to rule them all.
Be safe out there, Frodo.
You get me.
Don't you forget it.
Oh, boy.
I'll pick up the Shiraz for the party.
See you later.
DELIA: This is the most time we've ever spent together.
I'm sorry it had to come on a security detail.
MARY: You think you're sorry.
Hey, Delia, I've got to tell you something.
You make weird coffee.
I put a little cardamom in it for an extra kick.
Yeah.
Like I said.
No way Sully's guys found us, right?
No way.
There's always a way.
(TIRES SCREECHING) Mary?
Guess who was just followed on my way in.
Late model sedan, dark.
Hung two cars back the whole time.
I lost them and came home.
You're there now?
Yeah, Delia is with me and Norah's here and safe.
But, Stan.
Sully and his guys, they found me.
All right.
Don't move.
I'll loop in the Feebs, up your security, all right?
You see anything, you call me.
I'm there in ten.
All right.
Oh, hey.
Stan.
I'll have Marshall check on Jinx and Brandi.
Don't move.
You sit tight.
Okay.
Got a problem.
Sully's guys tailed Mary out of her house this morning.
Huh.
That's all you got?
Huh?
Because I've got one of my best Inspectors compromised.
Maybe you could fake a little concern.
For fun.
Those weren't Sully's men.
They were mine.
Inspector Shannon is under investigation for aiding and abetting the escape of James Shannon.
Wait a second.
You investigate one of my people without a heads up?
With the written consent of OPR, hell yes I did, pal.
The fact that I enjoy it?
That's just gravy.
Well, no one from the Office of Professional Responsibility has worked with Mary Shannon for a decade like I have.
Not only that, first time she sees her father since she was this high, she cuffs him and dumps him in your lap.
She's got no reason to stick her neck out for the guy.
Just ask her yourself.
Then, duck.
Good.
So, I got your permission to talk to her, huh?
That's what that sounded like.
Until James Shannon, is in an orange jumpsuit, no stone goes unturned.
Hey, Ginger.
James.
What are you doing here?
Just...
I just wanted to say goodbye.
Thirty years later?
It's been too long, James.
You should have left us alone.
Look, I got about...
I got thirty seconds.
There's marshals everywhere.
I needed to say thank you for the great job you did with our girls.
I mean, Mary, a U.S.
Marshal.
Imagine that.
Listen to me.
That deal you tried to cut with the Feds?
No way it was ever going to pan out.
I couldn't stay.
If I stayed, my crew would have marked me as a rat.
You never would have been safe with me around.
Without you around, all I had to do was raise our girls and drink myself into a hole.
Oh, baby, I had no choice.
Baby?
You know, you might not have ruined everything.
My girls are wonderful.
You ruined me for a long time.
You came through the other side.
Look, I'm...
I'm leaving for good.
I'm taking my troubles with me.
You're safe now.
And...
Maybe you can give me five minutes head start, huh?
Just go.
You're following the wrong person, dickhead.
(SCOFFS) You know, you're going to want to get some help for that anger problem.
I don't have an anger problem.
I have a stupid problem.
Call off the goddamn rat squad.
I call off the tail when you prove me wrong.
Hey.
Idiot.
I'm the one who lojacked her own father, okay?
I got nothing but skin in this game.
Your dad shows up out of the blue after 30 odd years.
No contact at all.
What are these?
Letters I've received from Daddy over the last 20 years or so.
I know.
Weird, right?
Suspicious more than weird.
Hence my investigation, during which you don't interfere.
Not a peep.
That's an order your boss signed off on.
Are we clear?
My God, you're dumb as a box of hair.
Don't you get it?
I'm an asset.
Mary, we should get over to court.
You're due up in less than 20.
What's the deal, O'Connor?
You screw the pooch on the Sully take-down, so now you're running around, trying to scare up scapegoat?
The deal is, I'm going to find your dad and hang this on you like a 50-pound sandbag.
Christ, Snidely, shouldn't you be out there tying some girl to the railroad tracks?
Hey, Mom.
What's up?
Mary.
He was here.
He was...
Slow down.
Who was?
Where are you?
Miami.
Your father!
He was just here, at the grocery store.
Christ.
All right, listen to me carefully.
Are there Marshals with you?
Yes.
I'm with them now.
You do exactly what the Marshals, tell you.
Okay?
They're going to want a statement.
A statement?
Can you handle it?
I can't.
It's...
It's just...
They told me I'm not allowed to help with this investigation.
But you're okay?
Yeah.
Except for the shaking, yeah.
Good.
Good.
Look, I'm sorry, Mom.
I've got to go.
But you do exactly what they tell you, okay?
I'll call you later.
Okay, sweetheart.
Let's go, Mrs.
Shannon.
Florida.
I'm all over it.
Hey, Mary.
Ronnie.
I'd say nice to see you, but the nuns drilled me good on lying, so...
I'm here representing the U.S.
Marshals Service to ensure that Assistant U.S.
Attorney Cistulli can adequately prep you for your testimony.
I'm also here to make sure everybody's protected, my office included.
There is one tiny, it's not even tiny, it's a miniscule thing, before I hit the stand.
Oh, my God.
What?
I'm in love.
And?
I want to bring her into the program.
Thing is, she's kind of got no idea that I'm a protected witness.
Look, I just don't want to lie to her anymore.
Have you considered suicide?
I'd like to get this cleared up today.
She's back at the hotel.
Wait.
Here?
You brought her to Albuquerque?
Ronnie.
She begged me.
I couldn't resist.
You brought a civilian into your danger area without clearance.
That's a breach, genius, and a major one.
You're out of leverage, Ronnie.
You do realize that, right?
Oh.
That is upsetting.
And jeez, if I get upset, I might not perform very well on the stand.
And, well, that would be bad for...
Gosh, everybody drawing a paycheck from Uncle Sam.
You do realize that, right?
Listen to me, you low-life SOB.
Whatever you've got up your sleeve is not going to work.
Not today.
It will though.
See, what this is is my exit strategy.
There are no short grifts, Mary.
Not for any crook worth his salt, anyway.
He's got us in a box.
I think we've got to bring her in, the girlfriend.
Hey, Mare-Bear!
Relax.
You are going to love Charlotte.
She's British.
(TOILET FLUSHING) (GROANS) Hey, Danny boy.
Wow.
James.
I didn't see you there.
You seen Finn lately?
When you do see him, you tell him I'm looking for him.
We still got some unfinished business.
Will you tell him that for me?
Oh, your milk's gone sour.
Hey.
Hey.
I was talking to Ronnie.
On purpose?
He got me thinking.
What if my Dad planned this whole thing?
This is a big one, Finn.
From the start.
Wouldn't put it past him.
I think the FBI's sitting on some shady merchandise.
You up for a field trip?
Mary.
Marshall.
He's dying.
You know?
I know.
But you're under strict orders.
Yeah.
How's that usually go?
Street value is at least 10 mil.
Intel on this is rock solid.
Thanks.
Hey.
So, if I were someone who could tell things like this, how could I tell that these were fake?
Ever gotten faux jewelry from a guy?
Never gotten jewelry from a guy.
And don't say "faux".
Oops!
Right.
So.
These would be...
Fake.
They'd be fake.
Meaning my father has the real ones.
His exit strategy.
Ronnie Dalembert, I swear to God.
So he swaps out the real stones and fences them to fund his getaway.
I'll get O'Connor and the fugitive task force up to speed.
Inspector Mary Shannon?
Who's asking?
You're in an FBI evidence room.
Smart money's on the FBI's asking.
(LAUGHS) So, her father went after Sully just like she said he would.
Right or wrong, this doesn't look good for her.
As of 30 minutes ago, Shannon hit the big-time.
This isn't just unlawful flight anymore.
Now, he's on the hook for murder.
Hey.
O'Connor.
What's with Laverne and Shirley?
I didn't need a babysitter when I was seven and I don't need one now.
Mary, listen.
Maybe we should...
We found Cormac Sullivan.
Capped.
Your father is our primary suspect.
So when I tie you to his escape, you're staring at felony murder.
Oh, come on, O'Connor.
That's a pretty big, "if".
Hmm?
I'm sorry, Mary.
My hands are tied.
Either these guys shadow you for a while or you're on the rubber gun squad counting paper clips.
In other words, for the time being the Justice Department and I think you could use a babysitter. "
You're safe now."
That's what he said to Jinx.
I tried to pretend that could have meant anything else.
But it's pretty much a confession.
Do I need a lawyer?
No.
You didn't do anything.
Maybe if you want to take a few days...
I don't need a few days.
This is for you, sweetheart.
Keep everyone safe.
Thanks, Daddy.
(LAUGHING) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) It's rude, right, if we don't ask them in?
Mary, I'm so sorry about your father.
All of it.
If there's anything I can do?
Yeah, I'm...
I'm good, thanks.
Thank you.
I'll go grab the coffee.
Thanks, Ab.
Unreal.
A single mom, U.S.
Marshal, wanted for aiding and abetting an FBI Fugitive.
And he's her dad.
The lifetime movie practically writes itself.
Look, nobody likes feeling out of control.
I don't.
You certainly don't.
Right now, everything is out of your control, but instead of fighting it, I don't know, maybe just let things be out of control.
Yeah.
Because I'm great at that.
(SIGHS) What if we did just the tiniest bit of poking around Finn Murphy?
What did I say?
Don't worry.
By "we" I meant you.
Come on, kitty cat, just look into him.
Thank you.
Got something.
We know Shannon needs to fence whatever stones he's got.
He knows we're on his tail, so he has to unload them fast.
Fastest way to work is with someone you know.
Finn Murphy.
Fugitive Task Force lost track of him.
Yeah.
Except I just got off the phone with Special Agent Romano back East.
His office puts Murphy on a plane to Denver.
F.A.A.
said they'd contact us when he's on Final.
Call the District.
Have them intercept the plane on the tarmac.
Screw that.
We coordinate with the Marshals, but we run this on the ground.
Okay?
First good news I've had in days.
MARY: You?
Yes.
MARY: And Ronnie?
That's right.
Wow.
It's incredible how much I don't see it.
You'd be surprised.
He can be quite winning.
But I'm the one who's a bit turned around.
Ronnie is a felon?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Okay, look.
I may not be Miss BBC America, but I can spot a phony British accent.
Not what I seem.
In my old life, I hung around real dodgy types.
I have privileged information pertaining to the illegal dealings of Lorcan Kelley.
You're acquainted with Castle Trading?
My office is.
I can bring down Kelley and every one of his crooked traders if I could just sidestep this pesky immigration issue.
I'll get into it.
The way it worked, Ronnie and me, was we were conning each other.
Only, I didn't see it.
What can I say?
I've got a blind spot for Ronnie.
And that's no way to operate.
That's how you get burned.
Look, you want stuff done right, never trust your partner.
Your blind spot?
Everybody's got one.
Bet you even you, love.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) I hate that these pricks can listen in on my phone.
God bless the Patriot Act.
Quiet.
Hold the chatter.
We're on.
James Shannon is calling his daughter.
We're connected.
Hello?
Hey, sweetheart.
Look, I'll make this quick.
We don't have a lot of time.
No, we've got nothing but time.
I heard you dropped in on Mom.
Did she cry?
She always was a softie.
That's what I loved about her.
What I hated about her, too.
Every emotion on her sleeve.
Not easy when you're partial to tube-tops, but that's Jinx.
All right, listen, there's no, you know, easy way to ask this, so I'm just going to ask it.
Did you do it?
Did you kill Sully?
Everything I did, I did to protect you.
To protect the family.
I'll take that as a yes.
As for protecting the family...
It's the truth.
Yeah, right, the truth.
Because that's your strong suit.
Look.
Listen, Daddy.
Scott's dead.
So is the guy who killed him.
You saw Jinx.
You met your granddaughter.
Just...
Just turn yourself in.
Okay?
This doesn't have to go this way.
We can get you treatment.
We can...
No.
No, I don't want that.
I'm not going out sucking my lunch through a tube in some Federal piss-hole.
No way.
Fine.
What do you want?
Look.
Sweetheart, I lost everything, everybody.
You already gave me a lot more than I deserve.
Being with Norah those handful of times, it was...
It was like I was looking at you.
It was a gift.
Daddy, just tell me where you are.
There's still time to do the right thing.
Yeah.
The right thing.
Hey.
Any coppers, marshals, or FBI listening in, hear me and hear me good.
My daughter had nothing to do with anything I did.
Nothing.
You hear me?
Mary's not with me.
She's yours.
Always was.
You get it?
Hold on.
Give me a second.
He's in Albuquerque.
He's at his god damn safe house.
(COUGHING) I want her gone, McQueen.
Now.
Let me just give you back my visitor's badge.
Oh, wait.
That's right.
You're in my office, asshole.
Mary.
What?
I kept him on the phone.
I am the epitome of playing ball.
Why don't we just grab a coffee?
Okay?
No.
I don't want a coffee.
I want to get out of here.
No big deal.
Laverne and Shirley can keep an eye on me.
Let's go, ladies.
Chop-chop.
How the hell does this guy get past our people?
Thought we had a detail out front.
This is what he does.
Guy's been getting in and out of spots far more secure than his own backyard for decades.
O'CONNOR: Got something.
Got something.
So now you know what that feels like.
What's your problem, Inspector?
If I had to narrow it down to just one, I'd say accusing my partner of conspiring with a most wanted is currently top of the list.
Empty.
So, we're saying Shannon came back for the real emeralds, distracts us with a phone call, then takes off.
Like that?
Right.
At which point, your guys missed him.
Must have come during nap time.
Yeah.
How do you lost a guy at the airport?
Yeah.
Lost him in Denver.
Finn Murphy's MIA again.
Impressive.
How do you guys find each other at a concert?
MARY: Blind spot.
CHARLOTTE: Everybody's got one.
Bet you even you, love.
That's how you get burned.
So, our guys in Denver got a bite on Finn Murphy.
He's in the air right now.
Wheels down in Las Cruces in less than 60.
If Shannon's meeting him there, it's to fence the stones and hop the border.
Pretty clever, actually.
Unbelievable.
Agent O'Connor?
Call for you.
Inspector Shannon.
What?
Aw.
I missed you, too.
Just listen.
Okay?
I've got this witness and she said something to me.
She said everyone's got a blind spot.
I can't believe I didn't remember this, but sometimes, my father used a cover.
If I'm right, he'll be in a plumbing van.
It's how he used to slip in and out of places.
It's how he...
Inspector.
This isn't your investigation.
We're not even in the neighborhood of your investigation.
Don't make calls, don't poke around.
Whatever you're doing, stop.
We're going to the border to apprehend your father.
We'll do our best to keep him alive.
Don't go to any trouble on my account.
You're welcome.
Mary.
We didn't expect to see you home.
Oh, hey.
Yeah.
It's been kind of a funny day.
Hey, Bug.
Hey, Mommy.
Hello.
I have an idea.
What?
How about you and Norah go on a little adventure?
Okay.
Okay.
Yeah.
Good.
Here we go.
Shannon's on the move.
(SPANISH SONG PLAYING ON RADIO) What the...
Of course I wasn't followed.
Because I want to do this fast, Finn.
My ride is here.
Now.
37 B as in Baja.
Don't tell me where you're headed.
Well, don't you come looking for me.
11-46-2.
This your idea of a joke?
You're looking at a sample.
When you check out the other locker, you'll be staring at the rest.
I give that locker up just as soon as you complete your part of the transaction.
This is the kind of crap that got your boy killed.
I'll be home before you know it, kid.
You know what got Sully killed?
Spite, temper and ego.
So, let's try and steer clear of all three.
Huh?
I'll call you back just as soon as it transfers.
Thirty years we don't see each other.
Now, we're thick as thieves.
Sweetheart, this isn't part of the plan.
Really?
Getting arrested wasn't part of your plan?
Hey, you really are a pro.
Put your hands where I can see them.
You're under arrest.
Again.
You're good.
FBI never got me.
I had a little help from a crap weasel con man I know.
Snaky son of a bitch.
You'd love him.
Don't do this, huh?
You can walk away from this right now, partner.
We both can.
Hey, how many times do I have to tell you?
We're not partners.
You think this is, what, romantic?
Like you're some bad-ass anti-hero in everyone else's story?
Because you should know.
The rest of us are not your supporting cast.
I built a life without you.
I'll be damned if you showing up is going to be my downfall.
I may not have a job when this is over.
But at least it will be because of what I've done.
What I've done.
Let's go.
Look, it's probably best we don't go out there.
We're going.
Come on.
I don't trust this guy.
Asshole's still in bed with the Feds!
Mary, run!
FINN: Get him!
Get him!
Mary!
What?
Run!
Just go.
Get the hell out of here!
I can't now.
I'm the one they're after.
I'm the one with the gun.
Walk around.
Walk around.
Go!
Go!
He'll show.
He has to.
MAN ON RADIO: Shots fired.
Shots fired.
He's at the bus station.
STAN: Bus station?
He's nowhere near the border.
Where did he go?
All right, pal!
Where is he?
MAN: I don't know!
I don't see him!
Let me get in front and draw their fire.
Shut up and stay behind me.
Come on, we're moving.
Move.
No!
FBI!
Don't move!
Federal agents!
Congratulations.
Get down.
Get down.
Do not move!
Hands up!
My God.
We need an ambulance.
What the hell are you doing here, Shannon?
Get a god damn ambulance.
When I left, you had a suitcase with flowers.
It's okay.
It's okay.
We never did get to take that trip.
Okay.
It's okay, Daddy.
I'm here with you now, okay?
It's okay.
We never...
It's okay.
I'm not going anywhere.
It's okay.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not going anywhere.
Your father's a fighter.
When he came in, he was in hemorrhagic shock.
Thank you.
He's stable now, enough to operate, but he lost a lot of blood, and there's a potential for solid organ damage.
And the truth is, we don't really know what we're going to find until we get in there.
Oh, okay.
As soon as we have an assess, I'll have one of the nurses call you.
Thanks.
Could be five or six hours.
Sorry, I wish I could tell you more.
Thank you.
Got it?
Thanks.
Oh my God.
Where do you think you're going?
We're not finished.
What do you want, a formal after-action interview?
Christ.
Her father's in surgery.
No, we are finished.
My father went fugitive.
You couldn't find him.
I did.
Case closed.
Be that as it may, I catch one whiff of impropriety out of you or your office, believe me, I will be all over you in a flat second.
You know what I would do if I were you?
I'd use this time to check out the leak in my shop.
Meantime, we'll see what we can do on our end to keep your guys from getting any more of my family killed.
You know, one detail from your story did strike me as kind of hinky.
How did you let a guy you're trying to bring in get in front of you when you were running from a shooter?
He just stepped out.
There was no time.
Went all Secret Service.
He protected you.
In that moment, yeah.
So, your dad might not have been around.
He screwed your family, no arguments, but he passed on that one quality, even if that was it.
That's not nothing.
Yeah.
I don't know, I thought if I got him back, if I brought him in, there would be some sort of...
I don't know.
Now it's just going to drag out.
Ten-to-one the asshole makes a historic recovery.
Watch.
Why don't you come over to our place?
Everyone's going to be there.
Abigail promised not to cook.
No, I've been to your parties.
It's like catered book club and people shrieking about triple word scores.
(LAUGHS) Okay.
Last-ditch sales effort.
Stan's bringing his lady love.
Really?
It's tempting.
No, I think I'm just going to wait to hear.
All right.
Let's see if we can do this on fast-forward, okay?
Long day.
Just triple-checking the language in our CI status.
Your what?
Their what?
You were busy with your family matter.
DOJ sweetened Ronnie and Charlotte's arrangement.
Going to be paid confidential informants.
How bad-ass is that?
Our area of specialty being international money laundering.
Bad-ass.
You were just supposed to help them a little bit.
But you said...
I know what I said.
Ooh, yikes.
How's that relocation disbursement coming along?
Euros?
We do that?
No, not you.
But we're not WITSEC anymore.
We're Department of Justice Cls.
And good riddance.
But Euros, Cistulli?
Really?
Uh, I mean, yeah.
What kind of idiot keeps their cash in the U.
S?
Honestly.
MARY: Everyone always says life isn't fair.
Bad guys get away with the goods and the good die young.
But we carry on anyway.
Because what other choice do we have?
Not off my feet so much as out of one my shoes.
But he's learning.
Baby steps.
Baby steps.
You take any other kind?
Oh, come on.
I want to see one little thing.
Like a glove.
How did you do that?
Might have picked your pocket.
You had a lot on your plate, so I took care of it for you.
That's great.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Hello?
Yeah.
I'm on my way.
I've got to take this.
It's Mary.
Take it.
Hey.
Okay.
Yeah.
On my way.
Let me guess.
I'm so sorry.
No, no.
Don't apologize.
She needs you.
I get it.
MARY: In the face of unfair we carry on, holding our breath and bracing ourselves and only sometimes forgetting that there's always another storm right around the corner.
Where is he?
Where is he?
Where's my father?
(GASPING) They'll hit you, the storms, knock you off your moorings and send you overboard, desperate for anything to hold on to, to reel you up towards some semblance of peace.
But life, I find, is often more about the storms than the peace they seek to overwhelm.
They lurk, ready, any minute now, to shake things up and take your breath away.

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