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2x12 The Zanzabar Marketplace Job

[Museum of Art, Kiev]

Maggie: Yeah, I'm still at work. Well, it's better than being alone in my hotel room. No, I am not. I am not obsessed. I know what obsessed is. This is not obsessed.

(Man hits Maggie with a taser and she falls to the ground)

Man: It's done. Seal the exits. No one gets in or out.

(scene swirls to later)

Cop: Get this one up. You are under arrest.

Maggie: Wait a minute. I- I think there's been some kind of mistake.

[McRory’s Bar]

Hardison: Two weeks in Tokyo. We'd have a great time.

Parker: What are we stealing?

Hardison: We don't steal anything. We'd be tourists.

Parker: Not following you.

Waitress (puts down beer): There you go.

Eliot: Ahh. Thank you, sweetheart.

Waitress: Anytime.

(Nate kicks Eliot under the table)

Eliot: What? Really? What, I can't have a friend?

Nate: Join a softball team. Okay, our next client, two kids, no job, pension gone. State grabbed their land under eminent domain.

Tara: So, these are all your little lost sheep?

Nate: Excuse me?

Tara: Well, you know, you can't save them all.

Nate: I'm getting some coffee.

Tara: You know he's drinking again.

Eliot: I'm not an idiot, Tara.

Tara: I was told this was a problem.

Eliot: The drinking is not a problem. It's a symptom.

Nate: Hey. All right. Okay, so... Ahh. What we –

(Sterling walks into the bar behind Eliot, approaches table)

Nate: Eliot, I'm gonna ask you not to do anything violent.

Eliot: What? What are you talking about? I only use violence As a - as a - as an appropriate response.

Sterling: Hello, Nate.

(Eliot’s face turns murderous and he turns to punch Sterling in the face, then proceeds to throw him down on a table and continue punching him. The bartender moves to call the police, but Hardison stops him by passing him money, Parker watches enthusiastically)

Tara: And this is?

Nate: James sterling. We used to work together. Insurance.

Tara: He seems to rub Eliot the wrong way.

Nate: You think?

(Nate walks over to where Eliot is still beating Sterling, and now has him by the throat)

Nate: Hello, Sterling. What are you doing here?

Sterling: Actually, I came to offer you a job.

Eliot: There's nothing you can say to make us work with you.

Sterling: It's Maggie.

Nate: Get him upstairs.

[Living Room]

(Team looking through stack of passports on the table)

Sterling: This Faberge egg was commissioned by czar Nicholas of Russia. Being one of only 69 known to survive, It's worth $9 million. Maggie was working at the museum, verifying Russian artifacts donated for an exhibit. The night of the robbery, she was the only person at the museum. And there you have it.

Tara: Who is...?

Eliot: Maggie's Nate’s ex-wife.

Tara: Okay. Is there any chance she took the egg?

Parker: No. Maggie's the most honest person we know. But besides that, she's okay.

Nate: Maggie's being set up.

Sterling: You live and work here?

Nate: Yeah.

Sterling: I like the old place better.

Hardison: Do not mention the old offices.

Nate: Okay, Maggie is where, precisely, right now?

Sterling: Currently awaiting trial in the Kiev jail. Of course, when I heard that dear Maggie was being held without bail, I rushed--

Nate: Please. As soon as you found out that the Faberge egg that your company insures went missing, you...

Sterling: ...rushed to the Ukraine. Of course, I was unable to clear her name.

Nate: Well, I assume you have another suspect?

Sterling: Absolutely. Alexander Lundy, international real-estate mogul. Very rich, very powerful. My only problem is that he works at the American embassy, which makes him untouchable by normal law enforcement.

Hardison: Guys, we got to book it. Our flight to Kiev leaves in three hours.

Nate: Okay. Let's go.

Eliot: Hang on. I - you - I'm not working next to this guy.

Nate: No, you don't - you don't have to. I'll work with him. You have a different job.

Eliot: What?

Nate: Well, you're the retrieval specialist. Retrieve my wife from jail. Let's go!

[Exterior Police Station, Kiev]

Tara: Okay, Eliot, Hardison just got to the police station. They're waiting to see the inspector in charge.

Nate (on com): Good. Once you get her out, you need to disappear.

Tara: She'll never see us. How's Sterling's suspect?

[American Embassy, Kiev]

Nate: You mean the financial genius Alexander Lundy? Yeah, definitely guilty.

Sterling: Alex.

Alex: Alexander.

Sam: Mr. Lundy.

Nate: Yeah, so, uh, Mr. Lundy, What does an economic liaison do here at the American embassy?

Alex: I use my contacts from my business in international real estate to bring investments to developing nations, such as those in Eastern Europe.

Nate: I see. Is that profitable?

Alex: Yes, very. That's the point.

Sterling: Profitable enough to buy a $9 million Faberge egg?

Alex: I like pretty things.

Sam: Anticipating discussion of this topic, I have brought copies of the insurance paperwork. I also brought a copy of Mr. Lundy's schedule, which will verify his alibi on the day and night in question.

Nate: Thank you, um...

Sam: Sam. Sam Phillips.

Nate: Sam... Mr. Lundy is not under investigation. We'd like to resolve this rather awful situation as quickly as possible.

Alex: Well, that's, uh, that's very fair of you.

Nate: I personally have no doubt you will get what's coming to you very soon.

[Police Headquarters]

Inspector: No.

Eliot: Maybe we've been unclear. We were sent by the American embassy.

Hardison: We have documents authorized by your government, requesting the release of Maggie Collins into the U.S. Embassy's custody.

Inspector: No.

Hardison: Can I ask why you're being so dismissive of my fine documents, which took a lot of work, personal time, and research?

Inspector: If I release Miss Collins, I have no guarantee she will return for trial. She will run straight to American embassy, where she will be untouchable, and I will be made fool. Nyet. That means "no."

Eliot: Yeah, I got it.

[Exterior Police Headquarters]

Tara: Okay, you cannot out-bureaucrat a former Soviet Union bureaucrat. These guys gamed the most corrupt system on earth for 50 years. Paperwork's not gonna cut it. They're used to trading favors, not forms.

[Police Headquarters]

Eliot: Hang on. Wait, wait, wait.

Hardison: No.

Eliot: Look, I didn't want to have to pull this card, all right? I'm trying to use discretion here. (writes a number on a piece of paper)

(Inspector takes paper with phone number and dials)

Tara: Hello?

Inspector: Maggie Collins.

[Exterior Police Headquarters]

Tara (in Russian): Do you have any idea who this woman’s lover is?

[Police Headquarters]

Inspector: (speaking Russian, then hangs up) Okay. (stamps paperwork)


Inspector: Still, you are not allowed to leave the country, of course.

Maggie: I understand.

Inspector: And, please, give the minister my best. Anytime I can help, he should call to me directly.

Maggie: I will. Thank you. I'm sorry. What minister?

(They exchange pointed looks)

Inspector: Oh, yes, of course. "What minister?" Oh, do not worry.

(They exchange pointed looks again)

Inspector: The men were very, very discreet.

Maggie: You are not releasing me because you think I'm innocent. What did these men look like?

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices, Kiev]

Nate: That lying son of a - I mean, look at these financials. The credit crunch wiped him out. He's maybe three, four months from declaring bankruptcy.

Sterling: Lundy offers the egg up to the museum for the exhibition so that it falls under their insurance policy, hires a little local muscle to help with the heist, tidy payout.

Nate: I just need some proof.

Parker: It was an inside job. Average keypad hack time is 1 minute, 9.3 seconds. Inner door access card takes at least 30 seconds for anybody but Hardison, and then the vault was an old Mark II Remington. In and out average - 7 minutes, 40 seconds. But these thieves, they did it in 5 minutes, 12 seconds. Maggie had the best access, so the real thieves only had to get her codes and badge. Yeah, only way they could pull it off that fast.

Sterling: How long has she been sitting...

Nate: Maggie's on his calendar. He had lunch with her the day of the heist, to discuss his collection. So, while he's keeping her busy at lunch, his men take her I.D. Cards and access codes, and she gets framed for the heist. Oh, boy, I'm gonna nail this son of a bitch.

(Maggie walks in, sees Parker)

Nate: I can explain. Maggie, it’s not what you think.

Parker: It's your first time being a fugitive, so I made you a bag..

Maggie: Thank you, Parker. It's not that I don't appreciate getting out of jail, I just can't live my life a fugitive.

Nate: But you're not a fugitive.

Parker: Passports, money, lock picks.

Nate: You were released, not broken out.

Parker: Toothpaste, explosives. Do not mix these up.

Maggie: Thank you, Parker. But you released me to run. I'm not going anywhere until my name is cleared.

Nate: Right, right, and that's what I'm here to do, to get the egg back and to clear your name.

Maggie: But you're clearing my name with thieves. No offense, Parker.

Parker: At what?

Sterling: Actually, Nate’s been rehabilitated. He's here on official I.Y.S. business as a consultant. I brought him on.

Maggie: You've gone straight?

Nate: The - the only reason they're here is to deal with the authorities and to get you released and everything. They're not staying.

Sterling: Absolutely not. I don't trust them. They don't trust me.

Parker: Eliot already punched him.

Nate: Yeah, you know, it's all aboveboard. It's - it's perfectly legit. You know, I think really the best thing you could do would be go back to the hotel, clean up and everything, and I'll call you if anything happens. I promise.

Parker: This looks like gum. Not gum. Diamond-edged file blade.

Nate: Yeah, yeah. That's great.

Parker: She needs this stuff.

Maggie: I'm just gonna help you with this. (following Parker away)

Sterling: Crime suits you. You're becoming a much better liar.

Nate: Thanks. Let's, uh, let's nail this Lundy before Maggie figures that out.

[American Embassy]

Parker: So, I took your advice and did the whole touristy thing. Went to the museum, and it was amazing.

Hardison: You see?

Parker: Yeah. They have a guardian T-840 security system. I've only seen those things in books. And the motion detectors - ooh, gorgeous! Six digital receptors. Six!

Hardison: What about the paintings?

Parker: What about the paintings?

(Hardison and Parker enter Alex’s office)

Hardison: Finally. (rifling through things on desk) Finally, somebody who can help us with this marriage visa.

Alex: Whoa, whoa.

Hardison: This is Luba. I want her to get back home to the states with me. Uh, it... It's true love.

Parker: We meet on internet.

Hardison: We did, we did.

Alex: You've got the wrong person.

Hardison: No, no, no, no. The girl at the front, she said - she said that you was the man with the... (going through papers on desk, cam scanning everything, getting info from Alex’s phone) Oh, you - you're right. You're not - This ain't - no, it's not you. I am terribly sorry.

Alex: That's fine. Let's just get this cleaned up.

Hardison: Sorry, man. It's just you know how it is with the girls on the internet. Sometimes they ain't girls.

Alex: Right.

Hardison: Right, right. Eh!

Alex: Best of luck.

Parker: Spacibo.

(They exit office)

Hardison: Alexander's got a travel visa to the United Arab Emirates. He's also setting up accounts in the Caymans, Macau, and Switzerland.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Nate: Yes, countries with no extradition treaty, tax havens. Yeah, this does not look like someone who's going to wait around for an insurance payout.

[American Embassy]

Hardison: And this guy showed up on his phone. (showing picture on laptop)

Parker: I know him. That's Adrian Chernov. He's a fence.

Hardison: A fence?

Parker: Yeah.

Hardison: So, he's selling it.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Nate: Oh, yeah, sure he's selling it. He's gonna sell that egg on the black market and run.

[American Embassy]

Parker: I got to hand it to the guy, it's a pretty good plan. I almost feel a little bad for screwing it up.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Nate: Really? I don't. Hmm. Uh, Hardison, can you, uh, get Chernov's location for Tara and Eliot, please?

[Exterior Park]

Eliot: Chernov.

Tara: I got this one.

Eliot: Really? What are you gonna say to him? 'cause we got no cover story. We got no background on this cat.

Tara: Okay. That's it, then. I won't say anything. Really. Not one word. Just when he turns around and looks at you, do that thing with your eyes that scares people.

Eliot: I don't... know what you're talking about.

Tara: Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Eliot: Pffff.

(Tara sits down next to Chernov and grabs his lunch, taking a bite)

Chernov: What the... Who the hell are you? Do I know you? Did Samuels send you?

(Tara moves a little, still chewing Chernov’s lunch)

Chernov: I paid them off. I took care of it.

(Tara looks over her shoulder at Eliot, who is scowling)

Chernov: Oh, god. Please. Is this about the item?

(Tara throws up her hands)

Chernov: I didn't know. No one told me.

(Tara checks her watch and stands up)

Chernov: Wait! Here. This is all I have. (hands her envelope) I'll back out. I'm sorry.

(Tara gives Chernov back his lunch)

Chernov: Sorry! (walks away)

Tara (rejoins Eliot and gives him the envelope): What we imagine is always so much better than the reality.

Eliot: Like love? (opens envelope) It's blank. (shows Tara) What the hell is this?

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Sophie (on monitor): It's a Zanzibar marketplace. The marketplace is a one-time event, crops up in a city after an important piece has been stolen. You should have seen Stockholm after the Rembrandt heist. Parking was a bloody nightmare.

Eliot: All right, how do people find out about it?

Sophie: Well, the prospective buyers are invited by their black-market contacts. They show up, they verify the merchandise, and they make a sealed bid. Hey, um, shine an ultraviolet light on that card.

(Hardison pulls a light from a bag and shines in on the card)

Eliot: Seriously? You have one just laying around?

Sophie: The bidder's I.D. Number and the time of the auction's encrypted on the card. The bidders write their bid on the back of the card - one number, no zeros, and then they hand it to the seller in a sealed envelope. They leave town immediately. A week later, if they win, they transfer the money, and the merchandise is couriered to them by messenger as soon as the heat's died down.

Hardison: So, no names, no contact with the money or the item? Nice.

Eliot: All right, a marketplace means multiple buyers all at the same time. Where's he gonna do this without drawing attention?

Nate (walking into room): At the embassy. Yeah. The American embassy is having a party tonight.

(Hardison closes computer to hide Sophie)

Nate: Perfect cover.

Eliot: Embassy's a great place to store stolen merchandise. Pretty much American territory. Local cops can't even get through the gate.

Nate: Well, even if we can prove that Alexander has the egg, police can't touch him, search for it.

Hardison: So, look, if we can't let loose the dogs of law enforcement on him, what do we do?

Nate: We, uh, steal the damn thing back.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Sterling: Best be right about all this. I pulled a lot of strings to get tickets for all of you.

Hardison: All of you?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Wait, no, Hardison - he's in the van, eating stale candy while all you get to dine on canapés and - and champagne. I love canapés.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Sterling: I'm terribly sorry about that. The company has to draw the line somewhere. I can assure you it has nothing to do with our little incident last year.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Oh, you mean the incident where I came within 5 feet of blowing your ass up? Yeah, I'm sure it has nothing to do with that at all. Van smells like cabbage.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Sterling: How do you put up with all this nagging in your ear?

Tara: I've learned to block most of it out.

Nate: Okay, guys, Tara’s on the grift. She's got the bidding envelope, so she's gonna head into the auction.

Sterling: Nate, there's something I need to tell you.

Nate: Now, guys, once she spots the egg, Eliot, Parker, you move in and clean it out.

Eliot: How are we gonna turn Lundy over to the cops?

Nate: Well, we're not. We're gonna get the egg, and then Sterling's gonna use his pull with I.Y.S. to clear Maggie. Clearing Maggie is the priority, guys.

Sterling: It's on the tip of my tongue.

(Maggie walks in on the arm of Alex, they kiss)

Sterling: Oh, yes. That. Try to have fun, now.

Nate: Alexander's seen you with me, so you can't be the bidder. Eliot, you're first team.

Tara: He needs the envelope.

Nate: So get it to him. Make sure Maggie doesn't see Eliot or parker.

Tara: Parker, double reverse on three.

(Tara places envelope on tray, Parker takes envelope and passes it to Eliot)

Maggie: Nate, I thought you said your friends were gone.

Nate: Oh, you know, she's not, uh…

Tara: Tara. Tara Carlisle.

Maggie: Hi. Maggie Collins. Hi.

Alex: Mr. Ford, Maggie told me how you helped her get out of jail. Thank you so much.

Nate: Oh, uh, don't mention it. I mean, after all, what was I supposed to do, let her sit and rot in a Ukrainian jail to think about the poor choices she's made without setting things right or explaining herself?

Tara: Cheers.

[Bidding Room]

Eliot: Ooh, sorry. I'm, uh, a little bit lost. I - I have one of these. (hands over bidding card)

Guard: Yep. (scans card) Mm-hmm. Here you go.

Eliot (moving to sit down): All right, Nate, he's hired some local security on the payroll. Watch yourself.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Nate: So, uh, wow. You guys are, uh...

Maggie: Mm-hmm. Yes, we are. And you and Tara are...

Tara: Oh. Yes. Very much so, yes.

Alex: Mr. Ford, how's the investigation coming?

Nate: Oh, actually, we're kind of moving in on someone right now. You see, most thieves aren't nearly as smart or good-looking as they think they are.

Sam (approaching): I'm sorry, Mr. Lundy, but the ambassador is leaving. I think we should -

Alex: Yes, yes. I apologize, but duty calls.

Tara: It was nice to meet you.

Maggie: It was nice to meet you.

Alex: Maggie. Maggie. Maggie, Maggie.

(Nate takes several drinks)

Tara: Hey, I'm not Sophie. You want to drink, go ahead. I'd drink, too, if I were you. Smart, handsome, successful. You know, I think he's younger than you, too.

Nate (downs another drink): Okay, you guys, Alexander’s on the move. Don't let that egg out of your sight.

[Bidding Room]

Eliot: All right, they're about to present the merchandise.

(Guard sets up laptop on table, opens it to show video of the egg)

Man (on phone): They're bringing it out right now.

Eliot: Yeah. All right, slight problem.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Smart. Okay, Eliot, get them to prove that it's not an old recording. I'll trace the signal.

[Bidding Room]

Eliot: Uh, pardon me. I'm sor- Am I the only one that – Ho-how do we know that this is not a recording? Could you ask him to move it?

Guard (into com): Resituate the egg.

(on screen, a man’s hand moves the egg)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Okay, now, worst-case scenario, that room you're looking at is 100 miles away. I am checking the internet traffic in and out of the embassy network. Just get me a few more seconds.

[Bidding Room]

Eliot: Excuse me. Can - can you have him show me A five, three, five, two, two, please?

Guard: Show us five, three, five, two, two.

(on screen, a man’s hand makes the numbers)

Eliot: You're out of time, Hardison.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Look, nothing coming out of the embassy pipeline is big enough to be that camera feed. That room is inside the building. Eliot, do you see any wires running into the laptop?

[Bidding Room]

Eliot: No.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Okay, that means they're running it off their ad hoc wireless network. All I have to do is isolate the camera's I.P. address. See, all the cold-war embassies were honeycombed with secret corridors and - and - and secret rooms for listening posts, but none of them are used anymore. Parker, I'm sending you the map right now. Just follow the ping. That's your egg room.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Parker (looking at phone): I got it.

(Parker walks away, camera pans to where Tara and Maggie are talking and laughing)

Tara: You know, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.

Maggie: I know exactly what you mean - what you mean.

Nate: Sorry to interrupt this. Can I get two minutes?

Tara: Oh, sure. (kisses Nate’s cheek) Bye.

Nate: Yeah, Alexander seems, uh, nice.

Maggie: Yeah, he is. And Tara seems so sweet. She's a foreign aid worker.

Nate: Really? I mean, really. Yes. Really.

Maggie: So, what happened to Sophie?

Nate: Ah, that got a bit complicated.

Maggie: Right, because you're such a simple man. Anyway, I should go find Alexander.

Nate: Yeah. You know, I'd actually like to talk to him, too. You know, maybe we can go together, see what he's up to... together.

[Embassy Hallway]

Parker: I'm right outside the door. There's no sign of Alexander down here.

[Bidding Room]

Guard: Your bids, please.

Eliot: All right, Parker, they just shut off the feed to the egg room, okay? Whoever's in that room is gonna be coming out.

[Embassy Hallway]

(Guard exits room and stands at door)

Parker: I can't get past him.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Tara: I'm out of position.

[Bidding Room]

Eliot (leaving bidding room): Me too.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling (acting drunk): Oh. Ooh.

Guard: Hey.

(Sterling sets down bottle and unzips his pants)

Guard: Whoa, ho, ho, ho! What are you doing there, buddy? Come on!

Sterling: You are interfering with the natural course of my events. (grabs guards face) Listen... um, maybe you can help me. I'm supposed to meet my brother's - It's a secret. It's a secret.

(Parker makes faces at Sterling behind the guards back as she breaks into the storage room)

Sterling: Can you help?

Guard: Yeah, absolutely.

Sterling: Cool.

Guard: You come with me. (helping Sterling down the hall)

Sterling: And get my bottle.

Guard: It's empty.

Sterling: Okay.

Guard: I’ll get rid of it for you.

Sterling: You sure?

Guard: Yeah.

Sterling: You're very strong. Thank you. (stumbles)

Guard: Oh. Careful now.

[Storage Room]

Parker (crossing the room and picking up the egg: I've got the package.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Tara: Great. Let's clear out before they realize the egg is gone. Anyone seen Nate?

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: You're welcome. I don't know how you people ever manage – (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Oh, I'm sorry, man. That just happens sometimes with the ear buds - You know, feedback.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: As I was saying, the method - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Sorry.

[Embassy Hallway]

Sterling: This isn't gonna stop until I - (flinches at feedback on com)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Stop talking. Shh. Please.

[Embassy Ballroom]

Elliot (joining Tara): Where's Nate?

[Elsewhere in Embassy]

Maggie: I swear I saw him duck in here.

Nate: Yes, but we haven't checked the southeast corridor, and, you know, I'd really like to give him the good news myself.

Maggie: I've heard that voice before.

Nate: What? Huh? Hmm?

Maggie: You don't even know that you do it, do you?

Nate: I'm sorry, doing what?

Maggie (pulling his earbud out): That's your intercom voice. You lied to me!

Nate: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Maggie, Alexander - you need to know -

Maggie: Do not drag him into this.

Nate: Well, he's already into this, okay, more than you - I hate to be the one to tell you.

Maggie (sees man behind Nate): Nate!

Nate: No!

(taser goes off, earbud spins on ground)

[Storage Room]

(Nate is lying with his head on Maggie’s lap when he wakes up with a jerk)

Maggie: No offense, but I think I was better off in jail.

Nate: Oh.

Maggie: I think we were tasered, same thing that happened to me at the robbery.

Nate: Ah. Did... (getting up) you see who did this?

Maggie: Yeah, they looked like security guards from the embassy.

Nate: Yeah, Eliot warned me about that. (trying door)

Maggie: I already tried it. It's locked.

Nate (trying to force door): Come on, come on. Uhh!

Maggie: I just said it was locked.

Nate: Yeah, no, I know. It's just, uh...

Maggie: Men.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Hardison: This isn't good. I can't get him on the cell phone, not on the comm.

Sterling: Case is closed, people. The egg is back. I'm sure Nate is breaking it to Maggie about her continued poor choice in men.

(phone rings)

Hardison: It's Nate’s cell.

Distorted Voice: We have your people. No police. Await further instructions.

(Sterling pulls phone from his pocket)

Eliot: What are you doing?

Sterling (dialing): Calling the police. They don't get to dictate to -

Eliot (grabs phone): We're not calling the cops. Two hostages means they can kill one to make a point. (throws phone down on table) All right, listen. There's three types of calls we can get next. One - amateur. Cash and a dump site. Number two - professional. That's wire transfers and multiple-location drop-offs. (glances at Sterling) And three - targeted.

Hardison: Targeted toward us?

Eliot: No. Towards a specific ransom demand - Not cash. (looks at Faberge Egg case)

Sterling: You're not risking a $9 million artifact...

Eliot: It might be the only chance.

Sterling: ...on a hunch! Let me run this. We track the calls, find out whoever it is, have the police surround -

Eliot (walks around table to stand with team): Sterling, I'm the retrieval specialist. That's my job.

Sterling: Your friends' lives hang in the balance, and you're gonna take your cues off a punch-up artist instead of me? (closes case and takes phone from table) Call me when you need me. 'cause you will need me. (leaves with case)

[Storage Room]

Nate: All right, basically, we're looking for anything to help us get out of here. (searching room)

Maggie: Nate? At the party, you were trying to tell me something about Alexander.

Nate: Yeah, we can deal with that later.

Maggie: No. Why don't you just tell me now?

Nate: No, getting you out of here is the main priority.

Maggie: Why don't you tell -

Sam (pushed into room with a hood on his head and hands cuffed): You don't understand! You don't have to do this! I'll give you anything! Take my watch! It's a Patek Philippe! (Nate removes hood) Oh, thank god! It's Alexander. He's gone crazy.

Nate: That's what I was trying to tell you upstairs.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Tara: There's no sign of Alexander at his home or the embassy.

Parker: And his embassy car has been signed out. He's spooked.

Eliot: He's angry. We took his payday. (phone rings) All right, all right. (pulls phone toward him and hits button for intercom) Go.

Distorted Voice: If you follow our instructions, your friends will be returned unharmed.

Eliot: We agree. Tell us what you want.

Distorted Voice: You owe me

(Hardison uses computer to remove distortion)

Alex: $9 million.

Hardison: It's Alex. It's Alexander.

[Embassy Hallway]

Alex: I still have a buyer for the egg. Return it, and I return your friends.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

Eliot: I want proof of life now.

Alex: Agreed.

[Storage Room]

Nate: Yeah, we got Alexander’s financials, and he's three months from bankruptcy, and the theft was definitely an inside job.

Maggie: You know, I think you were right. I don't think we should talk about this right now.

Nate: Look, I-I know it is difficult hearing this about your boyfriend. I get that. (stripping wires)

Maggie: Boyfriend? We date, Nate. We go on dates. I know that's probably not as exciting as stealing art with your new friend Tara.

Nate: I'm not dating Tara. Now, what you do is you make a cut here -

Maggie: I knew it. You're dating Sophie.

Nate: I'm not dating Sophie, either. I'm not dating anyone, but good for you, moving on with a thieving kidnapper. That's terrific.

Maggie: Alleged thieving kidnapper.

Nate: Well, call it –

Sam: No, it's all true. I found some irregularities in Mr. Lundy's finances. He told me they were no problem. He took the files…

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

(video feed on laptop comes in from storage room)

Sam: …which, of course, tipped me off. I knew something was wrong.

Eliot: There's our proof of life.

Sam: You know, I didn't have access to all of his books.

Parker: I was in that room earlier. That's the room the egg was in. They're at the embassy.

Tara: Yeah, but it doesn't do us any good. We can't storm it, and the police can't touch it.

[Storage Room]

Nate: Immigration papers, which, you know, my team found.

Maggie: Your team? I thought you said your team had gone. You lied to me. You've been lying to me since we got here.

Sam: And then he told me he was going to kill me, and his men threw me in here like an animal.

Nate: Yeah. Yeah, I was lying to you for your own good.

Maggie: Quick little hint for your next marriage - that excuse does not fly with any woman on earth.

Nate: Oh, go- next marriage? That's really nice to say.

Maggie (hitting Nate with spray can): You know what? I've heard that one before.

Nate: Heard what before? What are you talking about?

Sam: Are you actually having this argument now?!

Nate: She started it.

Maggie: He started it.

(Nate takes spray can from Maggie)

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

(video feed ends)

Alex: I've sent you the address.

[Embassy Hallway]

Alex: Come alone at dawn.

[I.Y.S. Insurance Offices]

(Hardison pulls up map on laptop)

Alex: Bring the egg or your friends die.

(Elliot disconnects call and pushes phone away)

Hardison: Okay, the address is one of Alexander’s construction sites, local project. Abandoned after his business got in trouble.

Tara: So, now we have to go convince Sterling, who hates you -

Parker: Us. Hates us.

Tara: To loan you a $9 million antique so you can bring it to a ransom drop?

Eliot: Listen, listen - we know who's behind this, all right? We know what they want. We have the upper hand here. We do.

[Storage Room]

(Maggie and Nate are ready when door opens and guard comes in. Maggie shocks him with wires and he drops gun. Nate ignites spray can, but Alex ducks and the flames hit a second guard. Maggie picks up one gun and Nate points another at Alex who shows cuffed wrists)

Sam (pointing gun at Nate): Well, that was close. (holds up handcuffs)


(Alex on phone, view widens to show guard has a gun on Alex)

Alex: You owe me $9 million.

[Storage Room]

Sam: Give me that. The thing everyone screws up when they fake their own death - no body. Well, that can work, but it leaves no suspect for the police to chase.

Alex: You won't get away with this.

Sam: No, you will. Of course, I've left an evidence trail a mile wide, Visa applications, accounts in offshore banks.

Alex: You were my friend!

Sam: I was your employee. And thanks to your screw-ups, I was an employee with no pension, no savings, no nothing. That was really, really unacceptable to me.

Nate: Well, it's a good plan. What? I- I - listen, I spent 20 years chasing, you know, guys that faked their own death. I mean, this one - it's pretty well thought-out.

Sam: Exactly. Alexander Lundy, desperate for cash, turns to violence. And his poor assistant, Sam, loyal to the last, caught in the cross fire at a ransom drop gone bad.

Maggie: Cross fire?

Sam: More like a blast radius. That Alexander Lundy is crazy.

[Kiev Estates, 1st Floor]

Alex: Sam, Sam, don't do this, please. I'll pay you! I'll pay you anything!

Sam: Pay me? With what? You can't even put walls in this place.

(guards shove Maggie, Nate and Alex into elevator, cuffing them to the hand rail)

Maggie: When Nate’s people get here -

Sam: Oh, they should already be here. Just not, you know, here. (pulls phone and dials)

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

Eliot (answers phone): Go.

Sam: Put the egg in the elevator. Send it down. We send your people up.

Eliot: I want proof of life.

[Kiev Estates, 1st Floor]

Sam: So do I. Picture of the egg. Now. (lowers phone) Your man's persistent. (takes picture of Maggie and Nate) Well... he'll be dead in about two minutes, so it doesn't really matter.

(Sam places a bomb in the bottom of the elevator)

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

(Eliot receives pic of Maggie and Nate, takes a picture of egg and sends it)

[Kiev Estates, 1st Floor]

Nate: You're never gonna get out of the country, you know.

Sam: Oh, but the embassy car is waiting outside. Straight to the airport, right past customs, and into a private jet, all in Alexander’s name. We'll be in South America by the time they're through hosing you and your friend up there off the walls.

(Sam hits elevator button, doors close)

Sam: Your friends for the Faberge egg. Put it in the elevator.

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

Eliot (puts case in elevator): It's on its way down. (hits button, doors close)

[Kiev Estates, 1st Floor]

(Sam watches elevator numbers flashing, one increasing, the other decreasing)


Nate (straining for bomb): Come on, come on!

Maggie: Can you defuse it?

Nate: I'm trying. When I get it, I will.

(Alex sobbing)

(Elevator numbers flashing, one increasing, the other decreasing)


Maggie: Nate...

Nate: What?

(Maggie kisses him)

[Kiev Estates, 1st Floor]

(Sam watches elevator numbers flashing, one increasing, the other decreasing toward 1)

Sam: Get the car started.

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

(Eliot watches elevator numbers flashing, hitting 20 as the doors open)

[Kiev Estates, 1st Floor]

(Elevator doors open to show bomb on floor)

Sam: What? (bomb explodes) No!

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

(Eliot turns at the sounds of the explosion with a smirk on his face)


(Parker riding the top of an elevator down, jumping to the top of another elevator as they stop, and coming in through top of elevator with hostages)

Parker: Excuse me. I just have to grab that bomb. Ahh.

Alex: Oh, my god.

Maggie: The, uh, elevator stopped.

Nate: Yeah.

(Parker jumping to the top of the other elevator, going down inside, switching bomb for case, then jumping back to other elevator and dropping inside of it)

Parker: Go.

[Kiev Estates, 1st Floor]

(Sam gets up, shoots glare toward elevator, and goes off)

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

(Alex vomiting into a barrel)

Parker (handing him a cloth): It's okay. First bomb's always the hardest.

Nate: You know, it's - it's - it's not that embarrassing.

Maggie: I do not want to talk about it.

Nate: Okay. Okay, how in the world did you get the elevators to stop without the numbers stopping?

Hardison: I sped them up 1.5 seconds per floor for the first 10 floors…


(Hardison using a computer to manipulate the elevator speed)

Hardison (voice over): …and then I sent them down regular speed for the last 10 floors.

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

Hardison: There was a 15-second window in the middle for Parker to work her magic.

Tara: Looks like I missed the party.

Eliot: They do what we thought?

Tara: Oh, yeah. Ran right to their little embassy car and headed straight for the airport, fast as they could.

[Exterior Street]

(Cop speaks Russian into radio)

Sam (talking through open window of car): This is an embassy car.

Cop: You were speeding.

Sam: American embassy. You cannot pull us over or give us a ticket. Now, we are late for a flight -

Cop: This is not embassy car. Does not have embassy plates.

Sam (getting out of car): Please, officer, don't be ridiculous.

Cop: Da?

Sam (looking at plates): This - this isn't right. Listen. Listen to me.

Cop: Plates are reported stolen. Against the car. (throwing Sam against the car) Now! Against the car!

Sam: The plates have been switched! This is a sovereign vehicle of the United States government! You have no authorization

Cop: Be quiet! Put your head down!

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

(Tara drops Embassy plates to the floor)

Nate: How did...

Eliot: Webcam. No sound the first time I saw it.


Eliot: Can you have him show me a five, three, five, two, two, please?

(on screen, a man’s hand makes the numbers)

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

Eliot: Then they turned up sound for proof of life. Now, why would they turn up the volume during the second show?


Sam (on monitor): ...tipped me off.

Eliot: There's our proof of life.

Parker: I was in that room earlier. That's the room the egg was in. They're at the embassy.

Tara: Yeah, but it doesn't do us any good. We can't storm it, and the police can't touch it.

[Kiev Estates, 20th Floor]

Eliot: Was it because they wanted us to hear Sam's performance? It's 101, man. After that, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

Maggie: You know, people underestimate you, Eliot.

Nate: That's kind of the point.

Alex (opening case): Hey... Where's the egg?

Eliot: Yeah, uh, in order for us to, uh, get the egg from Sterling, he made some additions to the plan.


(Eliot takes egg from the case and tosses it to Sterling, who catches it)

[Exterior Street]

Reporter: Inspector, what is it that you can tell us about this case at the time?

Inspector: Well, we catch people on way to airport. We catch -

(trunk of car opens to reveal Sterling)

Sterling: Oh. Inspector. Excellent, excellent work. I see you got my call.

Inspector: What call?

Sterling: When I realized who was responsible and overheard they were trying to make their escape to the airport, well, here you go. I had to stick close.

Inspector: These men are responsible for -

Sterling: Responsible (pulls egg from his jacket and holds it up) for stealing the Faberge egg.

Reporter: Can I get a name? Can I get a name?

Sterling: Sterling. Jim Sterling.

[McRory’s Bar]

Reporter (on television): And that's not all. Today, based on his work recovering the priceless artifact, James Sterling was invited to join Interpol. He's a real-life Sherlock Holmes.

Parker: Interpol? Seriously?

Hardison: Sterling's career gets another boost off of our hard work.

Tara: We didn't even get paid.

Hardison: Nope.

Tara: I hate this guy.

Eliot (taps his beer bottle on Tara's): Now you're part of the team. (walks away)

Maggie: Should have known it would be this place.

Nate: Can you stay in town?

Maggie: No, I have to get back to L.A.

Nate: Mm. But not... Alexander?

Maggie: No. He had issues. Bankruptcy, political fallout, the whole "freaking out when he thought there was a bomb" thing. Yeah.

Nate: Yeah, but I wouldn't be too tough on him about that. Parker's right. The first bomb is the hardest. Yeah, he's - Anyway... I'm sorry I lied to you, Maggie.

Maggie: So am I.

Nate: This isn't what I want to do.

Maggie: Oh, now, that's the lie.

Nate: No, no. I... Well, things have been kind of tough lately, so...

Maggie: There's Irish whiskey in that coffee, isn't there?

Nate: Yeah. A little bit. Sorry.

Maggie: It's not the liquor that worries me. It's the fact that you're hiding it in your coffee cup. Nate, I meant what I said before. I really like the man that you've become. Too bad you don't.

The End

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