[Crash Kings singing "Mountain Man"]
[indistinct chattering]
♪ I'm sitting on top of a mountain ♪
What kind of luck is this?
How the hell are you, Mr. Chance?
Harry, trust me, you don't wanna be near me right now.
Ouch. What kind of hello is that for a friend?
Hey, Guy. Whiskey, neat, please.
No, no, no. Better yet, better yet.
Whiskey on the rocks.
No, no, no. Whiskey and ginger.
No, I will have a ginger ale.
- Harry. Listen to me. - 'No problem.'
You need to leave this bar now.
Leave? Fat chance, buddy.
I have met a very willing lady online
and she's about to meet me for a drink.
I'm sorry to cramp your style
but I'm not going anywhere, friend.
You don't look so hot. You okay?
- No. I had a bad day. - Ah, that's a bummer.
- Anything I can do to help? - Harry.
Look at the TV and talk about the race.
Talk about the race now or we both die.
[indistinct chattering on TV]
Come on... autos.
Go faster!
'Burn some rubber!'
- Who the hell was that? - 'Harry.'
I need you to shut up and listen to me.
It all started a few days ago
with a new client that Winston brought in.
(Winston) 'Sarah Han.'
This is our team.
Uh, we just wanna get them into the loop on your situation.
Why don't you tell them what you just told me?
My fiance has threatened to kill me.
I don't know where to go to for help.
And your fiance is..
Henry Claypool.
Am I supposed to know who this person is?
- "Claypool Security Solutions." - Paramilitary troops for hire.
- Global VIP protection. - He's also a notorious recluse.
Ironically enough, he's pretty paranoid about his own security.
His compound in Marin is said to be
the most heavily guarded private residence in North America.
Yeah, it wouldn't kill you to read a paper once in a while.
So... why don't you tell them
why he's threatening you?
I looked at Henry's private files
'when he walked away from his computer.'
There's an arm of his company
that no one knows about
a group that carries out assassinations.
- A hit squad. - 'Heads of state.'
Drug rivals, CEOs.
You name the hit, he names a price.
Henry caught me looking at his files
and he made it clear that if I told anyone about it
or if I ever tried to leave him..
Then I'd be..
Dead?
Excuse me. Can I steal Mr. Guerrero for a moment?
Would you please take him?
Excuse me.
You were supposed to keep me apprised
of your progress.
Regarding the matter between us.
Oh, that picture of your husband and that broad?
Yes.
I think it's probably best if we both just forget about this.
Look, she had a series of fake names.
Aliases at hotels.
Only paid through accounts that, uh, weren't traceable.
Burner cell phones she only talked to Marshall on. Are you...
What are you insinuating?
She was his mistress.
Uh, but you-you, you don't know that.
I, uh..
Been doing this a long time, okay?
I can read between the lines.
Sorry, dude.
So all we gotta do is tie Claypool
to these hit squads... and we take him down.
It'll be easier said than done.
The computer where I saw the records
it's in Henry's private office
and it's completely off-network.
- You can't access it remotely. - So we break in.
That's where it gets interesting.
Claypool's compound is on an 800-acre ranch.
The perimeter is completely surrounded by electric fencing
and cameras every 20 feet. It's airtight.
Now, once you're inside the fence
there's a patrol 24X7
of a company-strength unit
of Claypool's elite private security.
All those guys are ex-military
serious operators.
And even if we do get past the fence and the cameras
and the army of guards.
Claypool's office inside the house..
That's a whole other headache.
Temperature control sensors
to within one tenth of a degree.
Body temperature will set the alarms off in seconds.
The floor is completely covered with invisible laser sheeting
so anything touches that, and..
What happens?
Nothing.
What do you think happens?
Alarms, guards
reign of terror. Try to keep up.
I was just asking a question.
You must think I'm a fool..
For not seeing through Henry's lies
for not realizing sooner the kind of man he truly is.
Well, we're not here to judge you, Miss Han.
'We're here to get you out of this, and to do that'
'we're gonna need you to go back to Claypool'
'so he doesn't get suspicious.'
Still, all things considered
it's gonna take a hell of a lot of maneuvering
to get us inside that place to get us what we need.
(Ilsa) 'Well, I can get us in.'
How long have you been standing there?
Oh, long enough.
Are, are you a part of the team?
- Yes. - Not really.
I'm Ilsa Pucci. This is my company.
Could we have a word, boss?
Don't you dare try and stop me.
You know, Claypool tried for years
to do business with Marshall.
If I reach out to him for a sit-down, he's sure to agree.
Okay, let's just slow down a little bit.
I think I know what this is about.
Yeah, it's about freeing our client
from that horrible man.
This is about the mistress in the photo.
- Guerrero told me all about it. - He told you?
Yeah, he was worried about you.
So I'm sorry, M-Mr. Guerrero was worried about me?
We tell each other things, but that's not the point.
Well, what is your point?
The point is, you're looking at a woman
who was lied to by a man she thought she knew
and you're taking it personally.
How dare you!
Look, I, uh, what Marshall did or didn't do.
I-I, I can do anything about that
but that woman in the other room, I can h-help her
I can do something about that, so..
So let me. Please.
What? You let her come on the mission?
She pays the bills, Harry. I don't let her do anything.
'She came up with a reasonable plan'
and I knew I could make it work.
Alright. I mean, how bad could it be?
You're sitting here, so I guess it turned out okay.
The job went south.
One of the team didn't make it out.
What, someone got left behind? You're kidding me. Who?
You picked a great night for a blind date, Harry.
Oh. Wait, I-I, I don't understand.
W-What's happening here?
In about ten minutes, an exchange is gonna take place.
If we return to Claypool what we stole from him
he's agreed to release the prisoner.
Winston had to set this up in a public place
to keep them honest, hence the bar.
Wait, w-where's, where's the prisoner?
You're looking at him.
What? You're the guy who didn't make it?
What are you, what are you doing sitting there?
Why don't you do something?
[gasps]
(Chance) 'It's an IED. If I move, I die.'
Breathe, Harry.
[theme music]
[music continues]
Alright, alright, alright. Stay calm. Stay calm.
You've got a bomb underneath your seat!
(Chance) 'Yeah. It's pretty well-made, too.'
These guys must have spent some time
in Iraq. I get up and it blows.
Uh, maybe I, maybe I should just move over.
Harry, if you wanna leave, it's fine. I totally understand.
Well, I mean, I do have a big day tomorrow.
What do you mean, leave? I'm not gonna leave.
You've been there every single time I've had a gun
or a missile or even a woman pointed in my direction.
I'm not gonna leave.
We're in this together. Now, what's the plan?
Well, now we have about eight minutes left
until the exchange and I'm pretty sure
that if Claypool gets his way, I'm gonna end up dead.
So I need to figure a way out of this
but now that you're here, you're going to help.
You want me to take somebody out? I can do that for you.
No, classically trained in the martial arts...
- Harry. - 'I'm sorry.'
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm sorry.
- Tell me what to do. - Step one.
Order a Martini with extra olives.
- I can't. Gin makes me wheeze. - Order the Martini.
Oh, God. Hey, Guy. Martini, extra olives.
W-W-Why am I ordering a Martini? I don't want a Martini.
I thought I was supposed to talk
and you were supposed to listen.
A good operator craves intel.
It's probably best if you just tell me everything that's...
We don't have time for that.
Just give me the quick version. Want me to shut up?
I'm telling you how to do it.
Alright. Claypool's office.
The break-in.
(Winston) 'We'll pair you and Chance up'
to take the office.
Sounds good. It'll be nice, actually.
Chance and I have some catching up to do.
What the hell does that mean?
Don't worry about us. We can beat that room.
Question is, uh, can the fifth Beatle over there
get the password to access the computer
before this whole plan goes to pot?
That's a $9000 bottle of wine you're poisoning.
Just so you're all aware.
Somehow I imagine you won't be missing that.
And it's not poison, alright?
It's sodium thiopental.
Seriously, the wine is the best way to deliver it.
The guy's paranoid about his food
but he's got a weak spot for the good stuff.
This will render him compliant?
This will render him mush
'at least for a little while.'
'Chatty, disoriented, incapable'
of concealing the truth. Essentially, he'll be Ames.
Look, all you got to do is ask him for the password.
He coughs it up, we're home free.
We should probably get going. Mr. Claypool's expecting me.
Psst. Hey.
You know, when, uh, when you called her aside the other day
uh, we were kind of under the impression
that you were gonna, you know, talk her out of this.
- Talk her out of what? - Out of getting us all killed.
Don't you think this is a bit of a risky proposition
to give Ilsa this big a role in an operation like this?
Alright, guys, she said she could get us an invite
to the compound, she did
and she's helped us out in the past.
Here and there, yeah. But this is way different.
'For one, it's a hell of a lot more dangerous.'
Things are gonna be happening really quickly
and the whole damn thing is riding on her.
She needs to be able to read situations, man
adapt without thinking.
There's a reason you never, ever put
an amateur in the driver's seat.
All valid considerations
gentlemen, except for one.
She's not in the driver's seat, I am.
Trust me, I've got it under control.
Oh.
[indistinct chattering on radio]
Alright, we just went through the gate
about a half a kilometer to the house.
Okay. Copy that.
So about four years ago, this guy I know
tries to break into this place.
Claypool's Security catches him.
Officially, he's reported missing.
Unofficially, if you were to dig in just the right place
in these woods out here
he wouldn't be so missing anymore.
And Claypool's political connections make sure
that nobody does that digging.
Are you inventing ghost stories to scare me, Mr. Guerrero?
- Really? - His name was Marvin.
I still send money to his wife and kids
every now and then.
Why are you telling me this now?
Because I like you and it's not too late to turn around.
And where would that leave Sarah?
No. We move forward.
[horse neighing]
Chance, 100 meters to the house.
(Chance) Copy that.
So there's something I've been, uh
meaning to ask you about.
Are you, uh, seeing anybody right now
'like, romantically?'
(Guerrero) 'Alright, we're 50 meters out.'
We've been working together for a while now, right?
And in all that time
I haven't really seen you date anybody.
(Ames on radio) 'And frankly, that boggles my mind!'
You're, like, a total catch.
Anyway, I would like to help. I have this friend, right?
'And I think you two would get along great.'
Her name's Melanie
and she's really friendly.
Twenty meters out, security's out in front of the house.
Looks like we're getting inspected.
I'm not interested.
I need you to focus, Ames.
I'm focused.
I'm just saying she's very friendly
'if you know what I mean.'
[indistinct chattering on radio]
Open your trunk and step out of your vehicle.
No problem.
[indistinct chattering on radio]
Mrs. Pucci.
I'm Mr. Vaughn, head of security.
Mr. Claypool's waiting for you.
'Right this way.'
You may wait in the service area.
We'll park the car for you.
Service area?
Are you the driver?
You will sit there, you will not leave
except to use the restroom.
Oh, and while you're here
make yourself useful.
They got me folding napkins, dude.
Weekend warrior's running point, and I'm on napkin duty.
- 'Just great.' - Yeah, yeah. Quit moaning.
You're in range of the network.
Just flip the switch.
This is so wrong.
Okay, Chance, I got video.
- You loose yet? - 'Not yet. Stand by.'
And when I say that this girl
has no expectations, I mean it.
All she's after is a few drinks
maybe dinner, definitely sex.
Ames, enough.
- We're clear. - Alright.
I need you to head southwest.
(Winston on radio) 'I'll monitor the down-cycle video'
'get you into Claypool's office without being seen.'
'Then we gotta hope Ilsa can get him to drink the wine'
'before we're all dead.'
(Claypool) 'Mrs. Pucci.'
So pleased you could make it all this way.
Mr. Claypool. The pleasure's all mine.
A gift.
Hm..
Very nice.
Thank you.
[horse neighing]
My fiancee, Sarah.
She'll join us in a moment.
- That's a beautiful animal. - You ride?
Once upon a time.
(Claypool) 'That's interesting 'cause I myself'
don't see the appeal.
Loss of control, perhaps.
All clear.
Alright, there's no more patrols coming at you
for the next few minutes.
Just head north down that corridor
you should see the office door.
(Chance) 'Alright, Winston, we're here.'
We're entering Sarah's code.
Listen, now, once you open that door
your body heat's gonna raise
'the temperature in that room fast'
'which means you'll only have ten seconds'
'to get it back down.'
[ticking]
Seven.
Six.
[ticking]
[beeping]
And that, my friends, is how it's done.
Are you sure the lasers are there?
Pretty sure.
(Winston) 'Alright, Chance, you're up.'
'Got to get to that computer.'
[grunts]
[chandelier jingling]
[creaking]
What's the problem?
The table is not where it was in Winston's plan.
Somebody must have moved it.
Well, can you make it?
- Winston? - 'I read you.'
But I need you to hang on a second.
They're about to serve the wine.
'And if Ilsa can't get that password'
it ain't gonna matter if you can get to the computer or not.
(Claypool) 'So tell me, Mrs. Pucci.'
'Why did you come all this way to see us?'
(Ilsa) I'd like to talk to you about a business proposal.
A partnership.
What sort of partnership?
Well, our aid camps all over the world
are constantly the target of local harassment
'intimidation.'
My husband always believed in using his checkbook
to resolve those disputes
but lately I've begun to call into question
those methods.
And, well..
We need a friend..
A strong friend.
Aren't you joining me?
Oh, my physician advised me against it.
He just set the glass down, didn't he?
- Give her a chance to save it. - Save it?
Are you kidding, man? She just blew it.
Ilsa, I need you 'to be calm, okay?'
'Don't let this guy see you rattled.'
This is great, man. I'm going in there.
- Okay, hang on. - Are you out of your mind?
You're on camera!
'If they look up and see that you're gone'
'this whole thing is shot!'
(Guerrero) 'This whole thing's shot anyway'
if she can't get him to drink the wine, dude.
- She will figure it out. - She'll figure something out.
What's she gonna figure out?
You know, on second thought..
My doctor need never know. A toast.
Future endeavors.
She didn't just do what I think she did, did she?
Yeah. She dosed herself.
Amateurs, dude. Told you.
[instrumental music]
♪ Now you can say ♪
♪ Say I treated you badly ♪
♪ Either way send your love to me madly ♪
♪ Love is sweet like honey baby ♪
♪ When it's on your side ♪
♪ Let me tell ya what it's all about.. ♪
(Chance) Alright, I got a toothpick in my sock.
If this is some kind of practical joke
I'm gonna be pissed.
Trust me, Harry, it'll all make sense soon.
Now, I need you to buy this bottle of scotch
third from the left.
What do you think I make? That's a 100 bucks a bottle.
Just buy it. I'll reimburse you.
Hey, Guy.
Can I have a bottle of the McLaughlin?
What? I'm thirsty.
♪ Gonna get you back ♪
When I was in the bathroom, it occurred to me
how many times I've asked
to go on a mission with you.
'And every single time I ask you'
'this is what you say'
"Maybe next week, Harry"
or, "There's not enough room in the car, Harry"
or, "Guerrero's gonna slit your throat, Harry."
- Yeah. So? - So I never took it personally.
I never did. I know your team dynamics are kinda delicate.
'You guys are kind of a clique.'
But then I wondered.
Why did you, why did you let Ilsa come on the mission?
I told you, she had the idea to get us in the door.
But you knew she wasn't thinking straight
because of the photo of her husband.
Harry, what are you getting at?
Just finish your story. We only got a couple of minutes.
So Ilsa had just drugged herself
which obviously wasn't part of the plan.
Henry, is everything okay?
I don't feel well.
I think it's the wine.
Yeah.
- There's something in it. - Yes.
- What did you do? - Mrs. Pucci...
It's alright, Sarah.
It's alright.
We gave you a dose of sodium thiopental
'so that Sarah and I can learn the password'
to all your secret files
and then use that information to put you behind bars.
Come on, guys. This is a disaster, man.
She's saying whatever pops into her head.
Okay, hold on, hold on. She might be able to salvage this.
(Winston) 'She'll only salvage it if she gets the damn password!'
- You can't do this. - Why not?
- What's to stop me? - Well, my security chief.
The moment he hears what's happening here...
- I didn't think about that. - Ilsa. I need you to ask...
- 'What are we gonna do?' - Sarah, relax.
(Winston) 'I'll tell you what you're gonna do.'
'You're gonna ask him for the password!'
- We'll tie him up. - 'Okay, hurry up.'
(Winston) 'What the hell are you gonna tie him up for?'
[sighs] Chance, listen to me now.
'Stay focused.'
'Just get to that computer.'
'Guerrero, we're running out of time.'
'Just get in there and help Ilsa.'
Yes, finally!
Winston, am I clear?
(Ames) Come on, you got this. You're the man.
Alright, Ames, I know you mean well
but you're distracting me.
[groans]
Oh, my God!
I got it. It's cool.
Listen, on second thought, is there any way
we can get that password a little faster?
Alright, Guerrero, you are clear, but hurry it up.
Where do you think you're going?
I was looking for you. There's a roach.
- No! - Yeah. Look.
[groans]
How's that password coming?
[door shuts]
Clown time's over. Step aside. Look at me.
[snaps fingers]
Look at me!
- What's your name? - Henry Claypool.
- What day is today? - Tuesday.
Are you a paranoid, bullying douche bag?
- Oh, yeah. - Good.
What's the password to your
private files in your office?
C-5-1-Y-H-F.
- Mr. Guerrero. - 'Yeah?'
- Thank you. - Don't mention it.
You know, I've always admired your taste in clothes.
Okay. Alright, dude.
Here's the password. It's coming to you now.
[groans] Yeah.
(Guerrero) 'Charlie 2-5-1'
Yaletown, hotel, Foxtrot. Got that?
[Chance panting]
Okay.
I'm in.
Three minutes. Great.
[panting] Ooh.
Thanks. Alright, let's motor.
Remember, if we hit any trouble, follow my lead.
[knocking on door]
(Vaughn) 'Mr. Claypool?'
- This way. Let's go. - No, wait.
The second he finds Henry, this whole place will shut down.
We'll never make it out.
[knocking on door] 'Mr. Claypool?'
Sir, can I enter?
Mr. Vaughn, what is it?
Well, I was knocking and there was no answer.
Is everything alright?
Honestly..
No.
For starters, you've interrupted a very sensitive meeting
between myself and your boss.
A secondly... I don't like your face.
- My face? - It upsets me.
- 'Winston, Winston, you there?' - Yeah, I'm here!
What the hell's going on?
Things got a little hot in there. I got some bad news.
Boss lady, she gave herself up.
- What? - Dude, no choice.
(Chance) 'What do you mean there's no choice?'
- There's always a choice! - 'Yeah.'
Well, as it turns out, that's not necessarily the case.
Look, either someone stayed back to hold off Vaughn..
Or we all got busted.
It wasn't like she was in any shape to get Sarah to the car.
- Why didn't you... - Dude, I don't like it, either.
Look, I'll give you this.
For an amateur, she's got stones.
Chance, what do we do?
On a smaller head, your eyes would be fine
but combined with your ears and your oddly femine
bone structure, the effect is really quite unsettling.
Mrs. Pucci! I think that's enough.
Well, in that case, Mr. Vaughn
why don't you leave us to our business
and go and find someone else in this house to..
[clattering]
- Stop! Grab her! - 'Oh, God!'
[Ilsa screaming on radio]
You're not going anywhere.
Alright. I'm sending Ames out with the files.
- Just Ames? - 'Go!'
Well, what are you gonna do?
I'm gonna get Ilsa.
Chance... listen to me now, okay?
Ilsa's caught. That's a fact.
'There's nothing you can do about that, okay?'
'But the rest of you can still get out.'
You're saying leave her behind.
I'm saying that as long as we have.
Claypool's files
we can hold on to 'em and trade 'em for Ilsa later.
If you go back, you're gonna all get caught.
Winston, I got it.
It's under control.
[security alarm blaring]
[sighs]
[sirens wailing]
(male ♪1 on radio) 'We have a breach, we have a breach.'
Whoever set off the alarms is still on the premises.
- And I want 'em caught. - 'Copy that, sir.'
(male ♪2 on radio) 'Perimeter lockdown under way.'
You and your little friends, hm..
Are in a great deal of trouble.
Wait, wait, wait!
Make room, people!
(male ♪2 on radio) 'Vehicle's fleeing the property. We're in pursuit.'
[tires screeching]
[gunshots]
[indistinct yelling]
It's gonna be tight.
(male ♪2 on radio) 'They're approaching the gate now. I've got a lock on 'em.'
Hey, Winston, the women and children are getting
a little nervous. Hope you did your job, dude.
- Say when. - 'Fifty meters to the gate.'
(male ♪2 on radio) 'They're not slowing down.'
Uh, now would be good.
[explosion]
(male ♪3) 'Freeze! Hey, freeze!'
[tires screeching]
Evidence to the contrary, at least one of us on this job
was a professional.
(male ♪2 on radio) 'Sir, the perpetrated vehicle'
'just escaped from the southwest gate.'
'One male subject, two females.'
Sarah's with them. She's part of it.
I want plates on that vehicle. I wanna know how they escaped.
I wanna know if anyone else is still on the premises
and I wanna know now!
(male ♪2 on radio) 'Sir, there's another intruder in the compound.'
- Hey, get over there! - 'Subject is hostile.'
(male ♪2 on radio) 'I repeat, subject is extremely hostile!'
'Returning fire!'
'We need some backup out here!'
'He's gone up the stairs!'
[gunshots]
[footsteps approaching]
[gun cocks]
[screams]
[groans]
Get down, now!
Come on, let's go.
Oh, sorry. Were you talking to me?
'God.'
[sirens wailing]
First things first, you drank the wine.
- Didn't you? - Yes, I did!
Winston ID'd a weakness in the perimeter.
We can't get there on foot. We're gonna need a ride.
You know, I will say this.
There's a possibility that I was, in fact
over my head tonight.
You were right, as you often are when you're doing
that prosaic
admittedly sexy protective-male thing.
- Thanks. - You know?
I don't know why I'm doing this to myself.
Maybe it is because of Marshall's mistress.
Well, I'm sorry that I put everyone
in this position.
- I'm sorry, I didn't listen... - You smell that?
- What? - It smells like crap.
Nice. Very nice.
You know, I'm trying to make a heartfelt apology here.
No, I mean, it smells like actual crap.
I think we found our ride.
[sirens wailing]
[horse neighing]
Hyah!
[Black Mountain singing "The Hair Song"]
♪ Oh oh young pretty hair ♪
[engine revving]
♪ What it is what it is? ♪
Hey, listen, when I hop off
you're gonna wanna stay on this course
find a hole in the fence!
Wait, wait! You're hopping off?
[gunshots]
Look, there's too many guards, we can't outrun 'em!
I'm gonna have to buy you some time!
How will you get out of here?
I probably won't!
[engine revving]
- Please don't do this. - Sarah's with the team!
She has the information you need.
[engine revving]
You can bargain me out later!
- You'll be fine! - 'No, I won't!'
This is all my fault!
[engine revving]
Hang on!
[screams]
[sighs]
Listen. Don't beat yourself up.
When I let you come on this job, I knew something might happen.
Then why would you let me come along with you?
I'll be fine. I promise.
You might wanna hold on. Hyah!
[gasps]
[gunshots]
(male ♪4 on radio) 'We got shots fired in the north corner!'
[helicopter whirring]
(male ♪5 on radio) 'Air two, air two, move in!'
[Love Grenades singing "Light It Up"]
And here we are. And here's what's next.
In about one minute, one of our team
is gonna walk through the door
with the information we took
from Claypool's office.
Can I ask you who that's gonna be?
Claypool's angry. He lost face.
He's probably gonna insist on Ilsa.
- Oh, Ilsa. - What?
Listen, Chance, if I thought
you were about to get into something
that was gonna get you, me and Ilsa killed
you'd want me to tell you about it, right?
What are you talking about?
I think you're off your game.
Why do you think I'm off my game?
Uh, A, handcuffs, B, bomb.
Didn't I tell you about what I did back there?
The stuff in the office, with the horse.
A lot of people would have been impressed with that.
- They obviously don't know you. - 'Alright.'
Now I'm starting to get a little offended.
It's a very complicated case.
There were a lot of moving pieces. That's why I got caught.
No, I think it's for another reason.
Which is?
I think you were uncharacteristically
lacking in focus on this job.
I think, I think your judgment's clouded.
- Examples? - You slipped in the office!
'You said you nearly fell off the table'
'going for the computer.'
I was distracted.
You really can't see it, can you?
You were distracted 'cause you knew
Ilsa was off-book and she drank the wine.
Instead of concentrating on the jump
you were worried about her.
- Okay, Harry, listen... - No, no.
You listen to me. You listen to me.
When I asked you why you let Ilsa come on the mission
you basically dodged the question.
'I think the reason you let Ilsa come'
is 'cause, when it comes to her, you're not in control.
The reason you got caught
is 'cause you're realizing that you got feelings for your boss.
Oh. Speak of the devil.
[indistinct chattering]
Here we go.
[indistinct chattering]
Chance, get your head in the game, come on.
Forget what I said about her. You need to tell me what to do.
Harry, I need you to buy me some time.
I came alone, as we agreed.
You give me the files, and you're both free to go.
It'll all start to make sense soon enough, Harry.
'Rember when I told you that?'
It's all here. Uncorrupted.
- Hasn't been copied. - Now let him go.
(Claypool) On second thought, Mrs. Pucci..
Why don't you join Mr. Chance at the bar?
'Because unlike last night'
this time I'm perfectly capable of lying.
Harry, you're about to see
'why I wanted you to get the Martini'
the sock and the bottle of scotch.
'Buy me ten seconds.'
Alright.
Hey, who wants to see a little bar trick? I've done..
Easy, easy. I'm Harry Houdini. Observe.
'I'm gonna take this tiny, little cherry stem'
and tie it in a knot with nothing but my tongue.
'Watch.'
I'm doing it. I'm..
[grunts]
[glass shattering]
[all screaming]
Over there!
[gunshots]
I don't mean to be harsh, but this is your idea
of a rescue plan?
[all screaming]
[groans]
Really, you thought you could just waltz in here
'and exchange the file?'
The word double-cross just never came up?
[groans]
Seriously, if you don't wanna start getting labeled
as an amateur, you're gonna have to start
thinking these things through.
Are you done?
(Vaughn) Yeah.
I'd say you are.
[groans]
[instrumental music]
Let's see an amateur do that.
- Where's Claypool? - Uh, you were saying?
[Harry groans]
Okay.
I don't know about you guys, but I thought I handled myself
pretty well, amazingly well.
You're welcome.
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chattering on radio]
Detective's a buddy of mine.
I got him to leave Ilsa's name out of it, you know?
Listen, thanks for the help.
I appreciate it, but just for the record
I think Harry and I
probably could've handled this on our own.
Yeah, right.
Want me to tell him?
So, Harry, what were you doing here tonight, anyway?
Oh, I was supposed to meet a girl, but she didn't show up.
That never, ever happens, ever.
Oh, I know.
What was her name?
Her name is Laverne.
- No. - Oh, yeah.
- You sent Harry? - Yes, sir.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You were Laverne?
Okay, listen, I understand you wanted to help
but of all the people to send why Harry?
You think Claypool's guys would be on the lookout
for any threatening characters
approaching the bar?
- Yeah, of course. - So let me ask you.
Do you know anyone anyone at all..
Less threatening than this man?
I'm right here.
Less threatening and yet secretly
inexplicably, guaran-damn-teed
to fall ass-backwards
into the lap of success.
- Well played. - Thank you.
Let's get the hell out of here before we have
to start answering a bunch of questions.
Uh, w-wait. T-there's, there's one more thing.
Look, I think I know why you had no interest
in being set up on a date.
Uh, and I didn't n-notice it until tonight
but I think Chance may have a crush on somebody.
Somebody on this very team.
Listen, it's okay.
I've had this happen before.
It's perfectly understandable.
See you tomorrow.
Nice work today, by the way.
Why is nobody taking this seriously?
Hey, um..
I, uh, I-I know this might be
kind of inappropriate, but, um...
They just walk away from me while I'm talking.
Okay, okay, that's good. No worries.
[The Flaming Lips singing "Revenge"]
[sighs]
[door opens]
You're not answering your phone.
♪ Pain.. ♪
Uh, Winston said it was probably better
that I wasn't at the scene when the police arrived.
- He said that... - Yeah, he took care of it.
It's fine.
It smells like his rum cake in here, though.
♪ Somehow.. ♪
I've had a bit to drink.
Hey, you don't have to say anything.
I know I shouldn't be doing this to myself.
♪ In my mind.. ♪
Marshall had an affair.
♪ Stabbed you through your.. ♪
Had I never seen that photograph
I'd never have known it.
'Huh.'
So why should I let one photograph
send me into a tailspin like this?
He and I were happy together.
We had a good life together.
I should be able to remember him like that, shouldn't I?
Yeah, you should.
So why can't I?
I, I don't know how to answer
that... question, Ilsa.
What I do know is that..
If Marshall did cheat on you
he, he was an idiot.
And for what it's worth..
You deserve a lot better than that.
♪ Lets the evil make the laws.. ♪
I-I don't think it's a good idea to mix, um..
Rum and thiopental.
♪ What you intend ♪
♪ It glows in the dark ♪
♪ Once we've become ♪
♪ The more it backfires ♪
[theme music]