Mr. Maguire.
At last, we meet.
Pleasure.
My son was impressed with your offer.
And given what I'm looking at, so am I.
Oh, he's got a voice for radio, huh?
I'm such a sucker for an Irish accent,
even on a gangster.
Look, a mystery guest.
All right, Charlie, it's time to work your magic.
Please, right this way.
How are we looking?
Well, it's not the paperwork that worries me.
What's odd is his willingness to sell us this warehouse
at a discount, take crypto over cash.
Respectfully, only one reason folks in your line of work
want to buy a warehouse near the port under the table,
and it's not exactly legal.
I forgot, how did you say you and Connor came to know one another?
Oh, I didn't.
I'm sorry. I don't know who she is.
My deal's with your son.
Mr. Maguire, can we talk?
What's going on?
We need to walk.
Hey, this could be a problem.
She's trying to get him to walk.
The hell do you think you're going?
I didn't realize she was the one calling the shots.
She's not.
Could have fooled me.
Enough.
Let's get on with it.
I'll need to confirm the funds.
OK.
Sign the transfer of ownership, and we are...
Chopper.
We got to go... now!
Put it back!
Did you set me up? Did you set me up?
FBI! On the ground... now!
That was a lot of mustard on that sandwich, Pop.
What?
- I've got to commit to sell it. - I think you oversold it.
Here! Let me.
- Did you get it? - Yeah.
Of course I got it.
I'm thinking we keep these for the honeymoon.
- Oh, Jesus. Unsubscribe. - Oh, yeah.
At least he's in a relationship.
You know what, Mom? I am the only reason you have a grandchild.
Hey, great timing on that chopper.
Yeah, the words "rooftop" and "sniper"
put a real pep in the step of the Baltimore PD.
- 621, Pop. - Right, right.
- 621. - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, right. I got it. I got it. I got it.
Hey, let's get out of here before they realize
they were buying a warehouse we didn't own.
Look, I get it.
By this point in my life, I should have two kids
and a husband on the partner track.
But guess what, Mom. I'm not you.
She's reminding me of my geriatric pregnancy years.
Yeah, well, Kevin's been working late a lot,
so I doubt he'll make it. But I will ask, promise.
I'm getting called into a meeting, Mom.
Got to go. I'll talk to you later.
You're welcome.
What am I thanking you for?
That signal in the noise you were looking for?
I think we found it.
I knew it.
Wherever one of these distribution hubs pop up,
a spike in fentanyl overdoses soon follows.
You're looking at the largest drug trafficking ring in Europe,
hiding in plain sight behind a series of shills and numbered corporations.
And if I'm right,
they're about to make a big push into the U. S.
So we know the what and the how, just not the who.
Not just yet, but now I know where to look.
_
Room service!
Ordered us the good stuff.
Emma!
Hey, wait! You can't just barge in here!
Emma, what are you doing here? Emma!
Oh, my God.
Are you cheating on me?
Nice.
How long?
Must have been a while.
Stacy seemed pretty torn up.
Three months.
Why not just tell me?
Oh, come on, Em.
Can you honestly say that you're in love with me?
I can't believe we pulled that off.
- You were amazing back there. - We were amazing.
Hey, you ready to celebrate?
Because somebody might have booked the penthouse suite at the Langston.
By this time tomorrow, we'll be en route to Italy.
And then?
Whatever we want till the money runs out.
Hey.
You know the best part about happily ever after?
I don't know, discovering that it actually exists?
You don't know what comes next.
Yeah, yeah.
Ditch the truck. I'll see you back at the bar.
Come on. Come on. Get up. Let's go.
You lovebirds decide on a destination yet?
He won't let go of Mexico, and I won't budge on Spain.
Why not both, huh?
Repeat after me, son: marriage is compromise.
- You're telling me. - Bird!
Come on.
We just pulled off the biggest job of our lives.
I'm sure you can spare one second to celebrate.
Yeah, call me conservative.
I like the small scores, under the radar.
What we just did makes me nervous.
You got to gamble big if you want to win big.
I will celebrate once I transfer the funds
into the offshore account I set up.
Can you hand me the cold wallet?
Sure can.
What?
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You know the best part about happily ever after?
You don't know what comes next.
Call her.
Charlie.
Charlie!
Call her right now!
Call who?
What's going on?
The number you've dialed has been changed,
disconnected, or is no longer in service.
Vodka martini, rocks, extra dirty.
Decisive. I like it.
I've had... A bit of a day,
so whatever this is, hard pass.
You want to talk about it? I'm a very good listener.
How was Hawaii?
You have fun with the fam?
Sunburn's starting to peel.
Trace of purple nail polish from your daughter... or son.
I don't want to be gendered.
And then there's this.
Oh, I drink mai tais now.
And honestly, the cliché tan line from your wedding ring
was all I needed, so...
whatever man-whore business trip
you're hoping to have here in Charm City,
it won't be with me.
Cool. Have a good one.
Hawaii sounds nice.
Relationships.
What a racket.
A shell game to conceal who you really are.
It's exhausting, isn't it?
Lying to each other all the time.
But not just lying to each other. I mean...
lying to ourselves, really.
So what happened?
She lied to me about who she was.
I'd promise not to do the same, but...
we both know that'd be a lie.
So what do you do?
Oh, me? I'm a...
- I'm a yoga instructor. - Really?
- No man bun? - I got rid of it last year.
It was attracting the wrong kind of attention.
You?
Oh, me? I'm a...
pageant queen turned rocket scientist.
Turns out, my passion, it was...
Up there the whole time.
I bet those pageants really prepared you for NASA, though.
Oh, you have no idea.
The only people more competitive than beauty queens
are those bitches at NASA.
OK, no.
A scented candle influencer?
Impressive.
Says the girl who grew up in a...
dolphin cult?
OK, now tell me something...
true.
I'm a criminal.
I'm CIA.
It was nice to meet you, Emma.
You...
You charged the drinks to your room.
- Wait. - What?
Are you hungry?
I'm starving.
This is the most unstructured burger.
You got a little something on your...
It's where?
Chaser.
Bottoms up.
Wait. You have to look me in the eye.
Otherwise, it's seven years of bad sex.
- Morning. - Morning.
_
I showered.
OK.
I reeked of alcohol and terrible decisions...
not that you were a bad decision.
- I mean, we didn't even... - No.
No, we didn't.
So...
what did you say you do again?
I'm a classical musician.
Piano.
Weirdly, no.
Theremin.
The theremin?
The beauty of it is,
it's all electricity.
You don't even need to touch it.
OK, Beatles or Stones?
- Stones, all day. - Every day.
Yeah.
A negroni, really?
What? I'm not a gin person.
You're not a gin person till you've had the perfect negroni.
Barroom brawl?
No, actually.
Old roommate of mine.
Tried to steal my apple.
Put a blade in me before I took it back.
You almost lost your life over a piece of fruit?
No, not me.
Him.
You got to take 'em.
I'm not stealing slippers.
I'm a rule follower.
See, the idea is
to respect the orange.
You draw the essence out without the bitterness.
Maybe we just stay here, do this.
For how long?
Indefinitely.
Fantasy is one thing, Charlie.
Reality is another.
Yeah.
Hey.
Heard about Tina.
- Sorry. - Yeah.
You were always a bit of a romantic,
even in the seventh grade.
Look, you said you got a line on a thing?
'Cause I got to make up quick for this last one.
Yeah, we had a client, some high roller from D. C.
You know the type.
Hired some girls, lots of drinks, a lot of big swinging...
Yup.
Anyways, there's this TV preacher.
Runs a megachurch in Arlington.
One too many drinks, makes it rain.
Big stacks. I noticed.
Seemed like the kind of guy you'd want to know about.
Yeah, he does.
Usual deal?
I make money, you make money.
Hey, Charl.
If someone's got to level the playing field for the rest of us,
I'm glad it's you.
Come on, dude. You got to get over it.
She was a total narcissist.
_
Hey, Pete, you got to go.
Family stuff.
Yeah, Mickey.
Out of here.
Hey, Dad?
Upstairs. Homework.
_
36 hours total AWOL.
I was starting to think your fake fiancée was your real fiancée
and the two of you planned this thing together.
- OK, Birdie. - No, Mom, really not OK.
I never wanted to do a job this big.
And now, thanks to Romeo's romantic blind spot,
not only are we out 10 million.
- We are flat broke. - All right. All right, enough.
What happened happened.
We'll get through it.
We always do.
Yeah, Pop, forgive me if I'm not really
in a "let's get the gang back together" mood.
Yeah, OK. I got it.
Hey, baby.
I'm glad you're home.
I'm sorry, Pop. I am.
I'll fix this.
I already got something lined up.
Don't worry about that right now, kiddo.
You just took a dagger through the heart.
Give it a minute.
Do we have a minute to give?
What do you mean?
621.
Code on the Pelican case? It's Ollie's birthday.
Same code we've been using since the day she was born.
- Your mother tell you? - Nah, she didn't need to.
Don't worry about it. It's early stage, memory loss. That's it.
- Pop. - We're not...
doing this.
So...
this score.
Tell me what you're thinking about.
How do you feel about taking from the hand of God?
This is our target:
Evan Earle III, aka Pastor Earle.
We cannot be late to church.
He's the lead pastor and CEO of ILLUMIN-8 Fellowship.
This guy, he is no angel.
Let's see what he's hiding in that church.
Look at the interior.
It's so much prettier than on TV.
- Don't you think so, honey? I mean, really. - Oh, I do.
Are you OK, ma'am?
- Yes, thank you. - I told her she's too old
for four-inch heels, but you know how it is.
Closer to God, that's what I say.
- Amen. - The devil is hiding,
waiting to prey upon lambs of our flock.
Pastor Earle is a master marketer.
I mean, publishing, media network, merch.
They have your favorite place.
- Yeah. - You know how I love the gift shops.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, Bird, you in yet?
Birdie. Bird.
Keep your panties on. I'm coming.
Despair not, for through our...
Charlie, you getting this?
- There is not... - Charlie?
A more human...
Yup, I'm on it.
Than breathing.
Attendance the last few years has been flat,
but yet ILLUMIN-8's profits are decidedly up.
Breathe deeply.
Average donation is 10 bucks.
And give deeply.
These guys shouldn't be taking in more than 35K a sermon.
You see? This is why I'm a lapsed Catholic.
So obviously they're laundering money.
- Where from? - Don't know.
His teeth are whiter than a Wilco concert.
You loved that concert.
With money in your pocket.
OK.
What's the play?
The space between his public persona and private life.
Every Wednesday, he gets a package.
New week, new burner.
He tosses the old phone, activates the new one.
We get our hands on that new phone, we got the keys to the kingdom.
He stole my purse!
That SOB stole my purse!
Oh, my God.
You saved her.
Oh, my gosh. Are you OK?
Thank you.
Why, thank... oh!
Are you that pastor from TV?
- Are you OK? - Easy, Karen.
Not everything's a viral moment.
- Who asked you? Mind your own business. - Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black.
- Pastor. - That's racist.
- That's not racist! - You're a proper hero is what you are.
- I have rights. I can film anything I want to. - Peace be with you.
Did someone drop a phone?
That's...
Thank you. Bless you.
Find anything?
I did.
Whoever the pastor is laundering money for,
he's meeting tonight at some D. C. Gala.
If these guys are taking the risk to meet in person,
they're either celebrating, or they're scared.
Either way, we can use that.
Hey, you, like, cranked my wrist on that purse snatch.
Ferraris don't wait in line.
Invitation?
So the dirty cash goes in.
The church cleans it.
Then the pastor takes his cut and donates the rest
around town to buy access and influence
for whoever it is he's taking orders from.
One big D. C. Shell game.
And they think we're the crooks.
So even you can understand it.
I gave him the invitation. He took my car.
All right. I'm on the pastor. You find his contact.
And it also helps that he's my father.
So, Emma, your father's the former governor. Your brother's a senator.
What does that make you?
A crushing disappointment.
No, I'm actually a data analyst for a logistics firm.
Oh, that's great.
A negroni. Really?
How is it?
Imperfect.
No fire trick.
You're here.
I'm here.
Let me guess.
They needed a theremin player for the band.
No.
Actually wanted some face time with my congressman.
This pothole can't seem to get fixed.
It's strange, seeing you in something other than a robe.
Was that a compliment?
I can do better.
You are an old sandbagger,
because I know what you're...
We'll see you inside.
May I pray with you, Pastor?
Of course.
Break time.
What do you mean?
What do you think I mean?
So your family's... impressive.
Only from the outside looking in.
Spin over substance, all day, every day.
I own a bar...
with my family in Baltimore.
Who I am is so wrapped up in who they are that it's...
hard to see past it sometimes, you know?
I have the opposite problem.
Been defining myself against them my entire life.
Sounds lonely.
It can be.
Sorry. I got to...
- Yeah. - Be right back.
Yeah.
Hey.
- What in the hell are you doing? - Just blending in.
Please.
I am the one person who always knows when you're lying.
What's going on with the pastor?
Well, I identified his contact, and you're right.
He's nervous, which means that something's up,
which you would know if you weren't otherwise distracted.
Charlie, this was your plan.
You brought me on board. I am here.
Where are you?
Don't do this to me again.
Hey, sorry about that.
I have to go.
Work thing.
But tomorrow night,
French-fusion place on Concord,
a harpist playing a song neither of us knows.
Sounds wonderful.
But...
I have a thing.
You have a thing?
What's going on? Did something happen?
It's like you said, Emma.
There's a big difference between fantasy and reality.
Can you honestly say you didn't think about me,
that you don't think there's something here?
I didn't.
And I don't.
_
Stop.
Did anyone follow you?
No.
Leave the suitcase. We'll take it from here.
Our friend will be in touch when he knows more.
Get going.
Thank you.
Don't let Tina near that suitcase.
Hey, you know what?
Too soon.
- Look at you. - I was at a thing. Talk to me.
That signal in the noise you found?
The deputy director ran it past our friends at the FBI, and guess what.
We got a hit?
Patrick Maguire.
This dude's basically the Jeff Bezos of fentanyl.
His operations have doubled in size in the last three years.
Been on the FBI's radar for a while, but they couldn't nail him.
So we traced the movements of his crew,
hacked into a nearby security camera,
and got this.
Who's that?
No clue.
But he stiffed the syndicate on a deal, so...
Maguire's still here trying to secure an East Coast distribution hub.
Call our friends at the FBI.
I want to be there when this guy goes down.
Done and done.
You guys should have seen the look on the pastor's face.
I thought he was gonna crap his holy trousers.
Beautiful work, guys.
Just beautiful work.
Except for the part where Charlie almost blew
the whole operation on account of some girl.
We'll have to be smart about this,
launder a little at a time through the bar.
At least you and Dad can still start your retirement.
Yeah, for what it's worth, I vote Mexico. Spain's too far away.
So... there's a new girl, Charlie?
Was, not is.
Why was?
'Cause, Mom, like, this is what I'm good at, all right?
Just this.
- We're not OK with this. - With what?
With your mother and I sailing off into the sunset
while you stay here to fall on your sword for this family.
You did that once.
- Dad, it's fine. - Just stop!
It's our fault that you went inside,
had to survive that hell.
We're in this spot today because of our choices, not yours.
And you're right, Charlie.
You are the best.
The best.
But this can't be your whole world.
I got a lifetime of regrets,
and soon I may not remember any of them.
So no, Charlie, no.
No, we're not walking away and leaving you holding the bag.
Either we're all out, or we're all in.
Mr. Maguire, we're all set and ready to go.
All right.
I told you that deal was rotten.
Should have listened to me.
Stop thinking you're smarter than me.
It won't end well.
I'll be right behind you.
We got movement.
- On my count. - Hold up.
We need to wait until his whole crew is on the plane.
You did your job.
Now let us do ours.
Drop the bag!
Get on the ground! Get on the ground!
Damn it.
You good?
How's your wrist?
It's fine. I'm fine.
- Did you get an ID on our mystery woman? - Yes.
Daphne Finch.
Grew up in Philadelphia to a single mother,
law degree at Penn, MBA at Columbia.
Maguire brought her in a couple years ago as a kind of consultant.
The crime syndicate's consultant?
Weird, right?
Nothing about this girl screams Irish gangster.
It's her.
She's the reason their operation expanded so quickly.
She's the brains behind Maguire's syndicate,
which means arresting Maguire changes nothing.
Pull all available data:
phone records, emails, texts, and every known associate.
So we won the battle?
Yeah...
but not the war.
I got to call you back.
- What happened? Are you... - I'm fine.
What are you doing here?
Look, about last night, I want to explain.
- It's really not necessary. - No, it is. Look.
My life,
my family, it's...
It's complicated.
The more you know about me, the faster you'll want to run.
I get it. We spent 36 hours in a hotel room.
We barely know each other. Let's just leave it at that.
You're wrong. I do know you.
Coffee, black.
Stones over the Beatles, all day, every day.
You read people better than they read themselves.
You're loyal,
but you don't trust easily
or often.
And you're funny,
even though you use it to protect yourself.
I know you want something different.
So do I.
I want to take you on that date.
What do you say?
I say you're right.
I don't trust easily or often,
- but last night... - Last night...
I lied
when I said that...
there wasn't something between us,
when I said I didn't think about you.
Truth is, I never stopped thinking about you,
not once, not for a minute.
I...
Emma.
Maybe we just stay here,
do this.
For how long?
Indefinitely.
Yeah.
Hey, Bird.
Forget everything I said last night, OK?
We're not gonna chip away at the debt. That's not how this is gonna work.
One last big score gets us all out for good.
Yeah, I've heard that before.
It's different this time.
OK.
Charlie.
Oh, great. Looks like we got the whole family here.
- Ollie? - Wait, no, hold on, Bird. Wait.
Just wait.
You won.
Smart kid.
Wonder where she gets it.
This is a nice place, Charlie.
- Look, about your money... - It's gone. I heard.
Love can be a real bitch, huh?
You owe us the 10 million you stole
plus an additional 5.
Let's call it the cost of getting Mr. Maguire out of prison.
Why?
It looks like you got what you wanted. You're in charge.
- I'm glad I could help you out with that. - Careful, Charlie.
There is no angle out of this
except for you doing exactly what I tell you to.
OK.
So what guarantee do I have that you're not just gonna take your money, then...
take care of us?
That's the problem with lying for a living.
You never really know who you can trust, do you?
Look, that kind of money, it's gonna take me some time.
Which I don't have.
So I suggest you do what you do best.
Get to stealing, Charlie,
because you are not gonna be able
to lie your way out of this one.
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