Vector: So, you wanted to talk about your account.
Weibe: Yes. I-I don't know how else to say this, Mr. Vector, but I'm wiped out.
Vector: Market's been in a slump lately. Used to happen to me during my playing days. Just got to ride it out.
Weibe: But it's-it's not the market. (looks at files) It's the trades. I never authorized these - not one of them.
Vector: Unauthorized trades? You know, I, uh, I got a call from the S.E.C. about that the other day. That come from you?
Weibe: You know, you were my favorite player. God's honest. And when I read that story in Forbes, how you taught yourself stock trading and then you made a fortune, I knew I had to invest in your fund. This money was my retirement money. It's gone.
Vector: Let me tell you something, Mr. Weibe. You remember me from my playing days, you know one thing. Nobody, nobody sucker-punches me.
(Vector begins beating Weibe)
Weibe: I got a broken orbital bone and 17 stitches over my eye from my hero.
Nate: What did the, uh, police say?
Weibe: "No witness, no crime." Oh, they said, "he's rich, so sue him." Of course, you need money for that.
Nate: And what about the s.E.C.?
Weibe: The S.E.C. dismissed my complaint. It turns out that Mark Vector, h-he cut some kind of deal with the government. I mean, what's going on?
Nate: Well, in exchange for his testimony, he gets immunity for his past crimes.
Weibe: So, this guy spent my life savings on worthless stock, and then he... he nearly killed me, a-and he's just gonna do it all over again?
Nate: Yeah, well, he's not gonna do it again. All right? He can run from the law. He's not gonna run from me. I'm gonna make sure that this never happens again to anyone.
Weibe: Well, thank you, Mr. Ford. Thank you. (leaves)
Nate: All right.
Italian: I think it's cute, your little crusade. How you need to right a wrong before you get a job done.
Nate: My job is--
Italian: Your job is to bring me Moreau. I gave you six months. You are running out of time.
Nate: I'm being thorough. (slides folder to Italian) And besides, I found him. Vector's connected to Moreau, isn't he?
Italian: We think so.
Nate: Listen, the reason I asked you to come down here today was to tell me anything I might need to know about Vector's deal with the feds.
Italian: Vector's slate wiped clean after he testifies. Yours is wiped clean after you bring me Moreau. Does that clarify things? (begins walking away)
Nate: And if I need help?
Italian: Then you're not the man I thought you were. Ciao.
Nate: Okay. Let's run it.
(everyone looks at Nate)
Sophie: We know you just came back from seeing your little Italian friend.
Hardison: That we don't get to see.
Parker: Or maybe she's his little imaginary Italian friend, hmm, like Pinocchio?
Eliot: How old are you?
Sophie: The thing is, why do you insist on keeping us all in the dark about her?
Nate: We're taking down Damien Moreau. This is a guy who moves money for arms dealers, drug kingpins, terrorists. Pretty worthy goal, yes? We'd all agree. Now, the fact that we don't have a choice in the matter I can barely stomach, so if we could just focus on our client and the guy that took his life savings, it'd be a good start. Now, run it.
Hardison (hits remote): Meet Mark Vector. His pro highlights; 6 assists, 2 goals, 3,000 minutes in the penalty box.
Eliot: Yeah, I've got some tape on this guy. He can fight.
Sophie: You watch hockey fights alone at night in your room?
Eliot: Yeah. You never know if you're gonna have to fight a guy on ice.
Hardison: Just saying. Now, after his pro days, he turned his attention to the market, where he made a fortune picking stocks.
Nate: That's the myth. What's... what's the truth?
Hardison: The truth is, he's a huckster. He built an investment firm preying on his former hockey fans, like our client. Then, he started laundering money for underworld figures he met during his career.
Nate: Lucky for him, a Boston grand jury is about to indict me of his mob clients for money laundering, which makes Vector a very important witness.
Sophie: So, what does Vector have on Moreau?
Nate: I don't know. So, our job is to find that out before he testifies and gets immunity, which is happening tomorrow.
Parker: And let's not forget, we also have to get our client his money back.
Hardison: Well, look. I got Vector coming in at 5:00 on Vista Atlantic, Flight 411. He's gonna be met by an FBI handler.
Nate: Part one of the plan - meet him first.
Woman on P.A.: Attention, all passengers for Flight 1060 to Detroit, please note that flight has been delayed one hour.
Parker: I still don't know why Sophie's not doing this part of the con.
Nate: Well, the con requires a carrot and a stick. I need her to be the stick.
Parker: Well, remember that time I was the carrot and I stabbed somebody?
Nate: I do, yeah. No, you can handle it, especially the second part.
Parker: Well, yeah, the second part I can do in my sleep, literally.
Nate: All right, look who the FBI assigned to pick up Vector.
Woman on P.A.: Passengers traveling to...
Parker: Agent McSweeten? He knows me.
Nate: Well, he knows you as a fellow FBI agent.
Parker: What are we gonna do?
Nate: Okay, I got the number of his field officer. We're gonna clear him right now. (makes phone call) Uh, yeah, hey. Uh, this is Mark Vector. Uh, listen, my flight just got in, and, uh, someone was supposed to meet me here. And, uh... Uh, Flight 411, Gate 31. Got in a half-hour ago. Listen, if no one's here in five minutes, I-I'm out of here. Yeah. (hangs up) I got, uh... I got Hardison to change the arrival gate.
Woman on P.A.: This is your final boarding call for Flight 317 to Nashville.
McSweeten: Yes, sir?
Man: McSweeten, where the hell are you?! Get... get over there now!
McSweeten: Um, w-well, it's not for another 10 minutes.
Man: He got in a half-hour ago! Gate 31!
Man: Get your ass over there! Move!
McSweeten: O-okay, um...
Nate: And there he goes.
Man: Hurry up! Go, go, go! Sorry.
Sophie: So, if Vector has an immunity agreement with the government, why on earth would he speak to us?
Nate: Well, he'd have to think that he's in such big trouble for something that his immunity agreement was worthless and he'd have to make a new deal.
Sophie: And have to give up Moreau to get it. Wow. That's an awful lot of trouble we've got to come up with.
Eliot: Well, what are his weaknesses, besides busting up the power play?
Hardison: He's got two big ones. He's got a violent temper, and he likes to party. Talking bar fights, D.U.I.s, you name it.
Nate: All right, so, when his partying gets him into hot water, who does he call?
Eliot: Wow. Again?
Hardison: He calls Daniel Firestone. He's Boston's finest fixer-lawyer.
Nate: Part two of the plan - Sophie, steal his lawyer.
Sophie: I was wondering if I could have a word with you. I'm Tina Myers. I'm an investment banker.
Firestone: Uh, Daniel Firestone. I'm sorry. I'm late for court. You can make an appointment with my secretary.
Sophie: Oh, no, no, no, no, this can't wait. You see, I'm in big trouble. I'm being investigated by the FBI for a deal I did for Taito Bank.
Firestone: In Japan?
Sophie: Yes. Your flight leaves in two hours.
Firestone: Uh, Miss Myers, I can't just leave for Japan. I'm sorry. I can't help you.
Sophie: But I can't go to jail! You--listen, there's a $100,000 retainer. Please, please, please. I'm desperate.
Firestone: You're scared. I can see that. What I'm going to do is refer you to my colleague, Adam Greaves.
Sophie: Are you sure he can help me?
Firestone: Adam is the man I would call. Do what he says. He'll keep you out of jail. Good luck.
(Firestone walks away. Sophie holds up a voice recorder)
Firestone (on recorder): Do what he says. He'll keep you out of jail.
Hardison: Now, that'd get me what I need, but how do we get Vector so panicked that he's forced to call Firestone?
Nate: He likes to party. Let's throw him a party.
Man on P.A.: Attention, all passengers...
(a man bumps into Vector)
Vector: Watch it.
Nate: There he is. You're up. You good?
Nate: Repeat after me... Don't stab.
Parker: Don't stab. Don't stab.
Nate: Don't stab. Don't stab.
Parker: Don't stab. Don't stab, don't stab, don't stab, don't stab, don't stab. (approaches Vector) Excuse me. I think you grabbed my bag off the carousel.
Vector: Uh, yeah. No, I don't think so.
Parker: Oh. God. Can't believe it. They lost my luggage. (dials phone)
Vector: That's no problem. Where you headed?
Parker: Uh, north side. I just got off the worst flight from Detroit. Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you?
Vector: I'm pretty sure I'd remember you. I used to play a little hockey.
Parker: Oh, my gosh, you're Mark Vector! I went to a game once where you hit a guy so hard, you cracked his helmet in half.
Vector: Ah, yes, Marty Levesque. What can I say? Guy takes a cheap shot at me, I see red. You, uh, you want to grab a drink?
Parker: Yeah. After that flight, I think I need one. I know a great bar. It's right by my place.
Vector: Oh, yeah? How convenient.
Woman on P.A.: We have had a change of aircraft and will need to reissue boarding passes.
Nate: Good work. Now comes the tricky part.
Vector: Let me tell you something, Liz...
Vector: Alice. "Alice in Wonderland." Don't let anybody ever tell you who you are. What did they used to call me? Goon, the enforcer, the grim reaper. What do I call myself? A competitor. You know why?
Parker: Ooh! Why?
Vector: Because I knew that when I walked off of the ice and onto the trading floor, I was gonna win.
Vector (phone beeps): Excuse me. Sure.
(the photo on his phone shows his uniform in purple)
Parker: Oh. Oh, look at that. You look like Barney the dinosaur.
Vector: Yeah, uh, the color's a little bit off. Why don't you, uh, finish your drink, sweetheart? You need to catch up.
Parker: Ooh, yeah.
Sophie: Parker, you' trying to seduce the guy.
Sophie: Remember, your persona is sexy tomboy. Just...
Sophie: Just do it like we practiced. Just, I don't know - Punch the guy in the arm.
(Parker punches Vector in the arm)
Vector: Is that all you got? Come on, bring it on, sister.
(Parker punches him harder)
Vector: Like the rough stuff, huh?
(Sophie puts the finishing touches on the apartment while Nate cleans out the bedroom of any personal items. He coats a glass with something before going downstairs)
Sophie: Everything set up there?
Nate: Yeah. Let's clear out. Parker, mi casa es su casa.
Parker: Right. (stands up) You know how I said my apartment was near the bar?
Parker: It's actually upstairs from the bar. (gets his bag and leads him toward the door)
Vector: Let me get this for you. Okay.
(Vector wakes up with scratches on his face next to Parker in Nate’s bed)
(Parker doesn’t respond)
Vector: I said, good morning.
(Vector turns Parker over only to find her pale as death, looking dead)
Vector: Whoa! What the... No. No. (checks for pulse) No, no, no, no, no. No!
(Parker pours Vector a drink and hands it to him. He swallows it down)
Vector: Oh, that's, uh...
(Parker punches Vector and he falls to the bed, unconscious. Parker pulls out makeup to make herself look dead and places a false skin on her wrist to hide her pulse)
(Vector dials his phone frantically)
Vector: Be there, be there.
Firestone: Daniel Firestone.
Vector: Danny, it's Mark. Uh, listen, uh, I got a little problem here, pal. Uh, I met this girl last night.
Firestone: In Japan. Sorry, I can't help you.
Vector: Japan? What the...
Vector: No, no, no, listen! This is bad! I need you! I need you, Dan, all right?! The girl is dead!
(Hardison uses a computer to send Firestone’s responses. Eliot attempts to help and Hardison slaps his hands away)
Firestone: You're scared. I can see that. I'm going to refer you to my colleague, Adam Greaves.
Vector: You sure about this guy?
Firestone: Adam is the man I would call. Do what he says. He'll keep you out of jail.
Vector: All right, I'll text you the address, but he better hurry. (hangs up)
Eliot: All right, Nate, "the guy in the bed with the dead hooker" con is up and running.
Hardison: Hey, man, it's called "the Vegas wake-up call."
Eliot: No, it's not, all right? In "the Vegas wake-up call, " the boyfriend shows up.
Hardison: No, he doesn't.
Eliot: Yes, he does!
Nate: Guys, guys, guys, guys!
Nate: Uh, let's go over this one more time. Now, getting Vector to think he's in trouble is just the beginning. I need to get him to trust me as his lawyer, which means I need to get him to confess.
Sophie: Then I go in as the prosecutor and offer him a new immunity deal in exchange for what he knows about Moreau.
Nate: Now, in order for Sophie to be able to do that, she is gonna need the original immunity agreement with Vector's signature on it. She's gonna need to hold it in her hands, be able to quote from it, rub his nose in it.
Nate: That's your job, to retrieve that.
(Hardison and Eliot head out)
Sophie: It's the lawyer, the prosecutor, the deal, and the dead girl in the bed. It's "the Cuban sandwich."
Eliot: Nate, we're on our way to the courthouse.
Hardison: Check it out. The cop aliases I created are so foolproof, I was able to get an official squad car from the Boston P.D. 8017, baby.
Eliot: Maybe next time, you can get us a fire truck.
Hardison: Really? Just rude like that, huh, really?
Eliot: In the car.
Sophie: Well, he's in a panic waiting for his lawyer. Shouldn't you be getting up there?
Nate: Nah, a little time will soften him up. I learned that from you.
Sophie: This reminds me of old times. You know, you on one side, me on the other.
Nate: Yeah, I actually prefer us on the same side.
Sophie: Are you worried?
Nate: About you? Never.
Sophie: All right, then. Go get him.
(Nate picks up his suitcase and walks away)
Eliot: The agreement's in there with the grand jury. There's probably 50-some-odd people in there, man. How do you suggest we get it out?
Hardison: What don't you get about "foolproof?
Eliot: Hey, how you doing?
Hardison: Excuse me. Would you mind going in there and telling prosecutor Lapointe that officer Farber is out here to speak to her about Mark Vector?
Guard: Sure thing.
Eliot: Officer who? Who?
Lapointe: Is Vector here?
Hardison: N-no. No, we couldn't bring him. They said we needed to get a subpoena first.
Lapointe: Who told you that? That is not true.
Hardison: It was, uh, Perry, our desk sergeant, that said, uh, thing about the special case. We needed some more files or something. Y-you know what he said.
Eliot: He said, uh... 10b-6 or 10b-7.
Hardison: No. He said the allergies or something.
Lapointe: Here, just take the whole file! Make whatever copies you need, and get Vector down here now!
Eliot: Yes, ma'am.
(Eliot and Hardison start to walk away)
Lapointe: Hey, you two. Wait.
Lapointe: I've got a witness who just got off the stand who needs to go back to county lockup.
Hardison: Like, a-a grand-jury witness? That's a prisoner that you want us to take back to jail?
Lapointe: It's right by your precinct. I'll send him out.
Hardison: I got stuff to do today. My... It's my mama birthday. I...
Eliot: Good job, man. Damn it, Hardison!
Hardison: Shut up, man.
Eliot: What are we gonna do with another guy with us, man?
Hardison: We the police. Shut up, shut up. We the police.
(Nate knocks on the door)
Nate: It's Adam Greaves.
Vector: Mr. Greaves, thank God you're here. Listen, this is not my fault. All right? I got no idea what happened.
Nate: Where's the girl?
Vector: She's upstairs.
(upstairs, Nate slaps on a pair of gloves)
Vector: It's bad, isn't it?
Nate: Well, it's your DNA that's underneath her fingernails. Yes, it does look pretty bad. (examines the body) Yeah, and I counted three surveillance cameras, which I am sure have footage of you accompanying this woman into this apartment.
Vector: But I-I didn't do anything.
Nate: And your witness to that is, where, under the bed? Come on, you got enough evidence here to convict you of first-degree manslaughter. Now, who is she? Let's start there.
Vector: I don't know. I met her in the airport!
Nate (picks up wallet): Yeah, well, you're gonna tell me everything you and "Alice White" did last night. Now, go clean yourself up. Come on!
Eliot: Foolproof cop aliases?!
Prisoner: Somebody said they were getting me some water.
Hardison: Look, man, who got us the car? Who got us the Vector file? Who?
Prisoner: Where is my water, man?
Eliot: You do this every time, man! You take it too far!
Hardison: You're always complaining, man! It's a little detour!
Prisoner: Could somebody turn on the A.C.?
Eliot: Shut up!
Hardison: Shut up!
(McSweeten approaches the pub as Sophie watches through window)
Sophie: Oops. We have company. An old friend.
Nate (looking out window): Yeah, he must have tracked the cab using traffic cameras.
Sophie: What are we gonna do, Nate?
Sophie: We're not ready to close Vector yet.
Nate: Okay. Well, we could use McSweeten to our advantage. Uh, we got to have someone on his hip. Someone... someone... Someone he trusts.
Parker (opens eyes): You've got to be kidding me!
Nate: Your part is over. All we got to do is keep him out of the bedroom.
Parker: Well, how am I supposed to get downstairs?
(Nate opens the closet and takes out a rappelling harness. Parker just looks at him)
Nate: What, like, you don't have one of these in your closet?
Sophie: Guys, where are you? I need to get my hands on that immunity agreement now.
Hardison: We are on our way.
Prisoner: Guys, I don't feel good.
Eliot: Hey, you better not throw up in this car.
Prisoner: No, I can't help it.
Eliot: I'm serious.
Prisoner: I'm starting to spit a lot.
Dispatcher: Attention, all units, we have a code 16 with a weapon at 420 Victory Boulevard.
Prisoner: Don't go fast.
Eliot: Hey, that's right up there.
Eliot: We're taking this.
Hardison: No, we're not.
Eliot: We're taking this.
Hardison: No, we're not.
Eliot (on radio): Dispatch, this is 8017, responding.
Hardison: No, it ain't.
Eliot: Yes, it is. We're taking this, man.
Hardison: No, it ain't.
Eliot: We're taking it right now. Pull over.
Hardison: No, we're not. Whatever happened to the detour and you were just complaining and yelling and all that?
Eliot: There's somebody up there with a weapon, all right?! There could be kids in the house, Hardison, all right?!
Hardison: It could be a gang shoot-out!
Eliot: Come on, man.
Prisoner: Just pull over right now!
Hardison: I don't want no part of that!
Eliot: Don't throw up in the backseat, man! Did you just throw up? Pull over, Hardison. Take a left. Man, pull over! (grabs wheel and turns it)
Eliot: I said, pull over! Pull over!
Hardison: Hey, why you still stalling, man?
(police car pulls into a driveway)
Man: Woman! This has become a mess. Get your ass back in the house!
Hardison: What the hell are we doing here?
Eliot: What do you mean, what are we doing? This is a call. We got to take it.
Man: I've had it with you and your mouth!
Eliot: Hey! Hey! Sir!
Eliot: What's the problem, man? We got a call about a man with a weapon.
Man: I'm not the one with the weapon! She's the one with the weapon!
(Woman approaches holding a baseball bat)
Eliot: Ohh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Woman: You show them those text messages you got from that skank?!
Man: She's your sister!
Hardison (pulls the man back): Hey, hey!
Eliot: Settle down, ma'am.
Woman: Step-sister! And she's next, don't you worry!
Eliot: Settle down, all right? Let me have the bat.
Woman: Look at these pictures!
Eliot: I'm not looking at anything until you give me the bat!
Man: She's crazy!
Hardison: Quiet, quiet!
Man: Her whole family's crazy!
Woman: You shut up about my family!
Eliot: Give me the bat! Give me the bat! (takes the bat and throws it on the ground) Dang it! Are there any kids in here?
Woman: No! He can't have any kids! He smokes too much weed!
Eliot: I didn't ask that!
Man: Hash smoking!
Eliot: I asked you a simple yes-or-no question! Are there any kids in the house?!
Eliot: All right! Now sit down and be quiet! Sit your ass down on the bumper!
(woman sits down
Man: Don't talk about my woman like that.
Hardison: Hold on, calm down. I'll...
(Man tries to get to Eliot through Hardison)
Woman: Honey, be careful! You remember what happened last time, baby! Be careful!
Eliot: Settle down!
(Hardison throws the man on the ground)
McSweeten: Special Agent McSweeten, FBI. (holds up badge) I was wondering, have you seen this man? (hands over picture of Vector)
Bartender: Uh, No. He doesn't look familiar to me. I'm sorry. No.
(outside the door, Parker drops to the ground)
McSweeten: He'd be a little fatter.
Bartender: No, I don't.
McSweeten: Special Agent Hagen.
Parker: Good to see you.
(McSweeten tries to hug Parker but she shakes his hand instead)
Parker: Good to see you.
McSweeten: Well, uh, I haven't seen you since, uh, we took down Daniel Fowler at that private school.
Parker: Oh, yeah, yeah. Well, I've been undercover. Oh. Deep, deep cover.
McSweeten: Oh, cool.
Parker: Mm-hmm. What?
McSweeten: Oh, uh, nothing. It's just that your - Your lips are, well, they're kind of blue.
Parker: Oh, yeah, well, it's part of my alias. You know, with the Russians? It's probably 'cause it's been really cold there.
Parker: Matter of fact, we should probably go talk outside.
McSweeten: Oh, okay.
(they turn to walk to the door. Parker’s phone rings)
Parker: Oh. Oh, that's Yuri, my informant. I got to get this, but I'll-I'll meet you outside in just a second.
McSweeten: All right.
Parker (answers phone): Da.
(McSweeten goes up the stairs to stand on the sidewalk)
(Nate looks out the window at McSweeten)
Nate: Hey, Vector. Recognize him? I saw him pull up when I got here.
Vector: That's my FBI handler. I've been ducking his calls all morning. What the hell are we gonna do?
Nate: All right, you got to stay out of sight. All right? Until he leaves, we're stuck here.
(Nate looks across the street at an open window)
Eliot: Taking that as a souvenir?
Hardison: Hey, I didn't get to arrest nobody. Might as well. Look, man, we get the Vector file back to Sophie, we're back on track, huh? What?
Eliot: Think we're missing something?
Hardison: No, we got the file, I got my bat. I'm good.
Eliot: The prisoner, man! He's gone! He couldn't have gotten far. Let's go!
Hardison: Got to be kidding me.
Sophie: You're on, Nate. Let's see you get a man to confess to a crime he didn't commit.
Nate (pours drink): What happened here last night?
Vector: I told you, I blacked out.
Nate: Listen, you're protected with attorney-client privilege. Okay? So it stays right here. But you got to open up. You got to tell me what happened. I mean, come on, it's... This is bad.
Vector: We were, uh... We were just playing around, you know? She was, uh...
Nate: She was what?
Vector: She was punching me in the arm. It was, uh, it was her way of flirting.
Nate: Any chance she, uh, might have, uh, missed your arm and clocked you in the face?
Vector: It's possible.
Nate: Okay. I want you to close your eyes now.
Nate: Yeah, just close your eyes. Just close your eyes. Come on. That's it. Now see the scene. You're with this girl, right? You like her and everything. The two of you are playing around. She punches you, you punch her back. She punches you, you punch her back. You're playing around and everything. She punches, she misses. She scratches your face. You put your arms around her throat! You start choking her! And you're killing her, you're choking her! You're so furious, you're--
Vector: I got a temper, okay?! Somebody punches me, I see red! It's not my fault!
Vector: It's not my fault.
Nate: Okay. You see? See, see? Now that you're honest with me, I can help you. All right? (dials phone)
Vector: Who are you calling?
Nate: I'm calling a friend in the U.S. attorney's office. Gonna get you a new deal.
Nate: Oh, yeah, yeah.
Hardison: Hey, that's him, isn't it?
Eliot: No, it's another guy dressed in khaki, wearing handcuffs, with one shoe on.
Hardison: What's the attitude, man? It wasn't my idea to stop.
Eliot: Shut up. Let's go, let's go!
(prisoner sees them coming and starts running)
Hardison: Hey! Don't run!
(Hardison catches up to the prisoner and hits him in the back of the leg with the baseball bat)
Prisoner: Okay, okay.
(Eliot tackles the prisoner, sending him to the ground)
Hardison: You all right?
Eliot: Where you think you're going, boy?
Prisoner: You guys... You guys can't take me back to jail!
Hardison: What, you're carsick, you got jailsick, too?
Prisoner: No, no, no, 'cause of what I... What I told the grand jury about the dirty cops!
Eliot: Nice try. The grand jury is investigating money laundering.
Prisoner: Yeah, yeah, money laundering by - By dirty cops! They sandbagged me. You guys take me back to jail now, they're gonna find me hanging in my cell! (turns and vomits)
Hardison: Aw, c-come on, man.
McSweeten: So, your assignment must be really secret. Been trying to find you for months.
Parker: Listen, I know about Vector. If we're gonna find him, we have to go over everything we know.
McSweeten: So I guess the whole bureau knows I lost him at the airport, huh?
Parker: Yeah. Why didn't you say something?
McSweeten: Ever since the Moscone and Fowler case, they've been moving me and Taggert up the ladder, you know?
(walk into the Poker room and close the door)
Parker: Where is Taggert anyway?
McSweeten: Oh, he's teaching krav maga at Quantico this week. That's why I'm solo. I figured I could find Vector on my own. You know, no harm, no foul? Now the cat's out of the bag, I guess it's back to Kansas for me.
(Eliot and Hardison walk into the pub)
Eliot: You don't even drive 25 in a 25-mile-an-hour zone.
Hardison: Say what? Say one more thing. Say... say one more thing.
Sophie: Where were you guys? Playing pool?
Hardison: No place you would ever want to go. (gives her file)
Sophie: Is that the immunity agreement? (gets up to leave)
Eliot: Hey, Something about this doesn't make sense.
Sophie: Oh. You want to know what doesn't make sense? Trying to pull off "the Cuban sandwich" without a dead hooker.
Hardison: Did she say "Cuban sandwich"? Hey! It's "the Vegas wake-up call"! It's Vegas, man.
Eliot: Shut up.
(Sophie knocks on the door)
Nate: Ah. O-okay. (goes to answer the door) Hello. Okay. (Sophie walks in) Uh, Mark Vector. Uh, Karen Regan, Justice Department.
Sophie: Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?
Nate: So, the dead girl is, uh... She's upstairs. But there's these mitigating, uh, factors. In fact...
Sophie: The less I see, the better. Shall we?
Vector: How do I know she can get me out of this, that she can get me a new deal?
Sophie: On July 17th, you agreed to assist the U.S. government in a money-laundering probe. You identified clients engaged in these crimes, including Patrick Calderone and J.J. Hughes. (throws the file on the table) Is this your signature?
Vector: Yeah, it's my signature.
Sophie: Now, I can walk you out of here a free man, but you're gonna have to do better than ratting out a couple of wannabe gangsters. To get immunity from this sordid affair, you're gonna have to give me a game changer. You're gonna have to give me Damien Moreau.
Vector: You got to be kidding me, lady.
Sophie: What, you think I'm kidding, huh? You think we didn't know you were holding out on us? Playtime is over, Jack.
Nate: Okay, gonna have to talk to my client.
Sophie: No! This is not a negotiation! There is a dead girl upstairs! He gives me something that saves lives, or I walk.
Nate: Walk. Okay, we're done.
Sophie: Fine. (picks up file) Enjoy your time in state prison, Mr. Vector.
Vector: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Nate: No, no, no. You don't have to give up Moreau. We can beat this.
Vector: Yeah, and spend the next three years of my life on CNN as the next O.J.? Forget about it. You want Moreau? You got him. I know where he keeps his money. I helped him park some of it in my fund.
Sophie: I need specifics.
Vector: I know everything, routing numbers, country codes, account numbers.
Vector: Nowhere. It's not written down, it's not on a drive, it's not in a cloud. It's encrypted, and only I know how to break the code. Moreau helped fund that, uh, nightclub bombing in Cyprus last month. Now let me ask you, counselor, is that worth the life of an ice bunny who got in over her head?
Eliot: See? I told you.
Hardison: Well, hey.
Eliot: It's a little early for cops in a bar, isn't it?
Hardison: You mean those are the dirty cops the kid was talking about? How do you know?
Eliot: Their shoes. Look at their shoes.
Hardison: What you thinking?
Eliot: Can't take these guys out in a roomful of people. Nate there's a bunch of dirty cops down here to kill Vector.
Nate (looking out window): Something isn't quite right.
(McSweeten and Parker are headed back to the Pub)
McSweeten: Look, the cab dropped off Vector in front of this building. He's probably in one of the lofts upstairs.
Parker: Why do you think that?
McSweeten: Uh he was with this bimbo. She probably lives here.
(Parker stops McSweeten from going into the pub)
Parker: How do you know she was a bimbo? Why wasn't she his sister? Anyway, good point, searching the building. We should do that. Start with the first floor, make our way up from there.
Parker: Okay. (pulls McSweeten after her) Oop! Elevator's this way. Chop, chop.
Hardison: The elevator. I'm on it.
Nate: Hey, Vector, can I have a word? Does Moreau know you have all this information?
Vector: No idea.
Nate: I bet he does now.
(a sniper fires at the Leverage HQ from a window across the street. Nate pulls Vector away from the windows)
Vector: What the hell is this? What's going on?!
(Sophie rolls away from the window)
Nate: You've been found out by Moreau. Any idea how?
(Vector moves across the room. Nate spots Vector’s phone on the table)
(Man bumps into Vector at the airport)
Vector: Watch it.
(Man looks at his phone)
Phone: Clone complete.
Nate: Guys, I see his phone.
(Nate moves to the table and grabs the phone as the sniper continues to shoot into the building)
(Hardison enters the room and turns on the light. He moves to an electrical panel)
Hardison: Okay, Nate, help is on the way. Got dirty cops in the bar and a fed in the elevator.
Sophie: Get us out of here!
(Sniper focuses on the door to the apartment)
Nate: We're boxed in!
Hardison: I'm working on it.
Hardison: Eliot, you got to go now.
Eliot: What's up?
(Eliot kicks one of the men in the leg and slams his head into the counter. He sticks his tongue out at the rest of the men before running toward the Poker room)
Man 1: Get him! Come on!
Man 2: Stay here! Cover the front door!
(three men follow Eliot into the Poker room)
Eliot: Hardison, dark.
(Hardison trips a fuse to kill the power to the Poker room)
(the men use flashlights and their cell phones to see in the dark room)
Man 1 (in phone): Yeah, find the fuse box.
Man 1: Something weird's going on.
(the man Eliot kicked listens to his phone and goes off to find the fuse box)
Man 2: Okay, okay, fan out! I know he's in here somewhere.
(Man 2 continues to look around with his phone. He turns and Eliot is there. Eliot punches him in the face and he goes down)
Man 1: Kemp!
(Man 3 continues to look around with a flashlight. He turns and Eliot is there. Eliot punches him in the face and he goes down)
Man 1: Kemp!
(Man 1 continues to look around with a flashlight, keeping his gun trained on where the beam shines. Eliot grabs the gun and pushes it aside before headbutting the man and knocking him down. The flashlight spins on the floor. Eliot steps on the man’s glasses on his way out the door)
Hardison: Okay, Parker, it's time for you to ditch McSweetheart and get to Nate and Sophie. And hurry.
(Hardison pulls a fuse from the box)
(the elevator jerks to a stop. McSweeten pushes the buttons but nothing happens)
McSweeten: Can't believe we're gonna be stuck.
Parker: I'll go get help. Give me a boost.
McSweeten: Uh, no, I don't think you should--
Parker (puts her hands on his shoulders): Give me a boost. I'll-I'll pull you up.
(McSweeten boosts her up. Parker climbs onto the roof of the elevator and looks down)
Parker: You're really sweet, you know that?
McSweeten: Wow. Thanks. Hey, you know, uh, maybe after this, we should...
(McSweeten looks up to see that Parker is gone)
McSweeten: Agent... Agent Hagen?
(the last man enters the mechanical room. Hardison hits him with the baseball bat in the stomach and then in the back. Eliot enters the room)
Eliot: Nate, downstairs is clear. (gunfire sounds) Talk to me!
(sniper continues to tear the place apart with gunfire)
Eliot: What the hell's going on up there?!
(more things shatter under the gunfire)
Nate: I'm still dealing with the sniper.
(Hardison begins doing something on his phone but Eliot can’t wait)
Eliot: I got him! (runs out)
Hardison: Hey, hey, where you going? (looks back at phone) Nate, which building?
Nate: Right across the window from me.
Hardison (accesses building control on his phone): Eliot's always got to do things the hard way.
(Hardison sets off a fire alarm in the building across the street)
(the sprinklers go off and the sniper packs up and heads out the door as sirens begin to wail)
Nate: Half an hour till the grand jury!
Vector: Forget it! I'm not giving up anything!
(Eliot busts into the room but stops as he’s sprayed with water)
Eliot: Hardison, shut the alarm off.
Hardison: Oh, now you want my help?
Eliot: Nate, the shooter's gone. Place is clean. No shells. This guy definitely works for Moreau. That's how he does things. (leaves room)
Vector, I can still get you off the hook!
Vector: I'm not giving up Moreau!
Vector: He's gonna kill me! I'll take my chances in jail!
(Vector runs from the apartment, Nate and Sophie following)
(Vector meets McSweeten coming out of the elevator)
McSweeten: Vector, what's going on?
Vector: We got to get the hell out of here! (pushes McSweeten back into the elevator) Just get me to the courthouse now!
(elevator doors close)
Sophie: We lost him.
(Parker enters the hall)
Nate: Where were you?
Parker: Shaking an FBI tail by crawling through an elevator shaft. What, like this is my fault? How do we stop him?
Sophie: No, no, no, there's no point. I mean, we had him on the hook, he trusted us, and now that's blown, he's never gonna give us anything. Besides, once he gets immunity from the courthouse, that's it. He's never gonna give us the codes to Moreau's accounts.
Nate: We already have his codes.
Nate: Guys, how fast can you get to the courthouse?
Hardison: How fast? (jingles keys) We the police. Yeah.
Eliot (grabs keys): I'm driving. (runs out)
Hardison: What? No. (follows Eliot)
Nate: You understand the plan?
Parker: Yeah. I'll take care of it on the way. (leaves)
Nate: Make sure the real FBI picks up those dirty cops downstairs. Boston P.D.... They like to take care of their own.
Sophie: Where are you going?
Nate: To see the Italian.
(Vector looks up to see Firestone)
Vector: Thought you were in Japan.
Firestone: Well, what happened you? You look like h... Japan? Mark, you got to stop drinking. Look, we don't have much time. This is a grand jury. I can't go in there with you, but I'll be out here if you need to speak to me. Answer their questions, and you're home free. (adjusts his tie) Come on. Now, go.
Vector: Danny, I talked to you. I'm...
Lapointe: The people call Mark Vector to the stand.
(Vector walks toward the witness stand)
Bailiff: Raise your right hand. (Vector raises his hand) Do you swear or affirm that you'll tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
Vector: I do.
Bailiff: Please be seated.
(Vector sits down)
Lapointe: State your name and occupation.
Vector: Mark Vector, president and C.E.O., Slap Shot Investments, LLC.
(Vector looks into the audience and sees Weibe sitting their. Weibe runs his finger across his throat and mouths “You’re dead.”)
Lapointe: Mr. Vector? Mr. Vector!
(Parker comes into the court room and sits down next to McSweeten)
Vector: Uh, what?
Lapointe: I just asked you to tell the grand jury what Slap Shot Investments is.
(Vector sees Parker sitting in the audience)
Parker: Oh, my gosh, you're Mark Vector! I know a great bar. It's right by my place.
Vector: I said, good morning.
(Vector turns Parker over, she looks dead)
Vector: No, no, no, no.
Vector: Wait a minute, wait a minute. (stands up) What the hell is going on here, huh?
Lapointe: Mr. Vector, sit down.
Vector: No, no, no, counselor. (gets down from the witness chair) This is a setup! They... No, no, no!
Lapointe: Take your seat, or I will have you removed!
Vector: They made me think I killed her! And this guy (points to McSweeten) this guy - He...
(Eliot and Hardison enter the room and grab Vector)
Vector: He's not in the FBI! He's here to kill me! Who the hell are you?! Who the hell are you, you son of a bitch?! Huh?! (struggles with Eliot and Hardison) So, you think I'm some kind of stupid goon that you can push around?! Who do you work for?! Huh?! Who?!
(Eliot and Hardison pull Vector back toward the door. Eliot bends to whisper in Vector’s ear)
Eliot: Mr. Moreau would like to speak with you.
Vector: You son of a bitch!
(Vector bends and grabs Eliot’s gun Eliot struggles with him as Parker moves up behind him and tasers him)
Eliot: Get him out of here.
(court room guards drag Vector out of the room)
Firestone: Mark! What did you do?!
Hardison: I thought you didn't like guns.
(Eliot pulls the gun and pulls the trigger several times)
Eliot: Air gun.
Hardison: Seriously? Whatever happened to that prisoner we were transporting?
Parker: Uh, well, you guys said we couldn't just turn him in to the local cops, right, 'cause he'd be a dead guy?
(McSweeten approaches his car while talking on the phone)
McSweeten: I don't know, sir, he just freaked out on the stand. I... Yes, sir, I'll file a report right away.
(pounding comes from inside the trunk of the car. McSweeten opens the trunk to find the prisoner bound and gagged, a bow on his head and a note pinned to his chest)
McSweeten (picks up the note): "This is a wanted fugitive. Please take him into federal custody. I don't want you to go back to Kansas. Sincerely, Special Agent Hagen." I love this job.
(closes the trunk)
(Parker walks up behind Eliot and Hardison, putting her arms around their shoulders)
Parker: You know, I'm really starting to like tasing people. Is that a problem?
(Eliot grabs the taser from her hand)
Italian: Mr. Ford. I'm glad you made it.
Nate: Aw, please. Come on. You're not even trying.
Italian: What are you talking about?
Nate: You knew Vector had Moreau's secret bank accounts. You knew they were encrypted. You even knew that the key was somewhere here in Vector's office. But a bunch of dirty cops were camped out, waiting to kill him, so you came up with a plan. Have us get the codes from Vector and then send the cops to kill us all.
Italian: Well, to be fair, I didn't count on the sniper. He was an outside contractor. It's a shame you didn't get his account numbers.
Nate: Oh, but I did. Yeah. They're right behind you.
(the Italian turns to look at a picture of Vector in his hockey uniform)
Nate: You see, Vector...Has a problem. When he gets angry, he sees red. And that turned out to be the key to the code. Now, when photographs are digitized to a computer, every shade of color is assigned a number. If you take two otherwise identical photos, with two different color schemes, compute the difference... You got a code.
Vector: Excuse me.
Parker: Oh, look at that. You look like Barney the dinosaur.
(the photo on his phone shows his uniform in purple)
Vector: Yeah, uh, the color's a little bit off.
Nate: Guys, I see his phone. (grabs the phone)
(Nate takes a photo of the picture on the wall with Vector’s phone)
Nate: And there it is.
(the phone takes the photo and compares it to the one with the shifted color, then displays a list of Moreau’s account numbers)
Nate: And now they're mine. I'm gonna make one withdrawal to get a hockey fan his life savings back, and then I am gonna se these accounts to take down Damien Moreau, on my terms, without you. Our deal is over. And you come after my team, I will come after you. And I assure you, I am more than the man you thought I was. (leaves office)
Italian (makes phone call): It worked. He's going after Moreau without us. Our hands are clean.
(Sophie sits at the bar waiting as Nate comes in. He gestures toward the bartender for a drink)
Sophie: Make it two.
Nate: That isn't to toast our victory, is it?
Sophie: Making another enemy is hardly something to celebrate.
Nate: Oh, Moreau tried to kill us.
Sophie: No, he tried to kill Vector, and we got in the way. If anyone deserves our wrath, it's the Italian.
Nate: No, this is much bigger than the Italian.
Sophie: Nate, let's get one thing straight. As of this moment, we go after Moreau, it's a choice, not a necessity.
Nate: You're right. But we've never been in this situation before. I mean, we have a chance to take out Damien Moreau before he causes more damage. We didn't choose this fight, but we're in it and we should see it through.
Sophie (lifts her glass): To victory, then.
(they touch glasses and drink)