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4x14 The Boys Night Out Job

[Interior Car]

(Hurley is driving through the city, listening to Latin music and singing along. Suddenly he slams on the brakes)

Hurley: Oh! Hey!

(Mattingly from The Girls Night Out Job rebounds off the hood and continues hurrying across the street)

Hurley: Sorry. Sorry. Iím sure that was your fault! But whatever.

(Hurley continues driving and listening to the music, following the GPS in the car to McRoryís Tavern)

[Leverage HQ]

(Hardison and Eliot move a card table into the loft toward the dining area)

Parker: Not even for a little while?

Sophie: Unh-unh. I told you. I have plans.

Hardison: Hey, and it is a valid strategy.

Eliot: Itís not strategy, man, itís just annoying when you bet every hand.

Nate: I just got a phone message from Detective Bonanno, saying that he -- he wants to come over. Heís Ė (sees Hardison and Eliot setting up the card table) No, no, no, this. No, no, guys.

Sophie: Oh, come on. Your father had a poker game for 30 years. Police, criminals at the same table. This is good for you.

Nate (laughs): Yeah, yes, I want to be like my father. Good insight, Sophie.

Eliot: Living in your own head, Nate, the only conversation you have is with your crew, (takes deck of cards from counter) that ainít right.

Hardison: Yeah, name one person you can have a conversation with who isnít on this team.

All: And donít say Maggie.

Eliot: Look, I got my friends, my buddies from the service. I mean, hell, even Hardisonís got his littleÖ internet friends, even though theyíre all elves and gnomes --

Hardison: Theyíre orcs, I said orcs, man, you just donít listen.

Sophie: I have dinner plans. Even Parkerís meeting a friend tonight.

Parker: Mm-hmm. Remember Peggy from that jury job in Los Angeles? Technically, sheís Aliceís friend, but --

Hardison, Eliot and Sophie: Youíre Alice.

Nate: Youíre Alice, actually.

Parker: She went to Boston last year, so weíve been doing brunch and other normal-people stuff.

Sophie: And weíre very proud of you.

Parker: Huh, well, itís not hard, I mean, there are forks.

Sophie: So, girlsí night out, boysí night poker. Character-building for everyone. Have fun. (to Eliot) Do not let him go off and sulk.

(Parker and Sophie leave. The men look at each other, and Hardison tosses a poker chip to Nate. Sometime later, Bonanno and Shelly have joined Eliot, Hardison and Nate at the poker table and are playing cards)

Hardison (throws down cards): Bam!

Eliot: You bet out on a pair of twos.

Hardison: Yeah. Never tell me the odds.

Shelly: Han Solo.

Hardison: Hey, you know what? I like your friend, Eliot. (answers phone)

Eliot: Hey, respect the game. Respect the game.

Hardison (leaving table): Hey.

Bonanno: So, what line of work are you in, Shelly?

Shelly: If I told you, Iíd have to kill you.

(everyone laughs)

Bonanno: Right.

Eliot: Yeah... he actually would.

Nate: You know heís State Police.

Eliot: Well, weíd have to make it look like an accident, then. Like that guy in Uzbekistan.

Shelly (fakes choking): ďWhatís in this salad?Ē

Eliot: Terrorism and peanut allergies do not mix.

(Bonanno begins dealing as Hardison returns to the table and hands Eliot his cell phone)

Hardison: Eliot.

Eliot: What? (looks at picture of Mattingly on Hardisonís phone)

Hardison: The guy Parker just asked me to get the 411 on.

Shelly: Parker your girl?

Hardison: You know, man, I been trying, but sometimes I think she gets, like, second thoughts. You know, I just sometimes want to take and get a nice pedicure.

Nate: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know, I just donít want to have this conversation right now, thanks. (stands)

Eliot: Where are you going?

Nate: Gonna go get a bottle of scotch downstairs. (walks toward door to leave)

Hardison: You know, heís worse than before he went to prison.

Shelly: He was in prison?

Eliot: Yeah, he went to jail. But he escaped.

Shelly (to Bonanno): Shouldnít that bug you? Being a cop and all?

Bonanno: You get used to it.

(Shelly laughs and takes a drink of his beer)

[McRoryís Back Room]

(Nate goes behind the bar to pour himself a drink. Before he can take a drink Hurley surprises him)

Hurley: Nate! (hugs Nate)

Nate: Hurley.

Hurley: Yeah! Oh, man, are you drinking again?

Nate: Yeah, Iím still drinking, Hurley. (takes drink)

Hurley: Ohh, thatís a shame.

Nate: Ah, you canít be here. (pushes Hurley toward the door) How did you find me?

Hurley: Oh. So, I was in Mexico, where you sent me, right? Yeah, yeah. Tacos are amazing. And so, itís brilliant.

[Exterior Street]

(Nate and Hurley walk away from McRoryís Pub)

Nate: And how did you find me?

Hurley: Hardison told me.

Nate: Oh, of course he did.

Hurley (showing Nate a pin): Look at that. Sober two years. Thatís my pin. Wanted to show you that, my friend.

Nate: Iím not your friend.

Hurley: Look, I was a wreck when we met, Nate. But you guys, when you decided to help me, you and your crew --

Nate: Yeah, we wanted to take you down for embezzling, Hurley.

Hurley: Okay, bad start, but -- but you helped me. And you were a friend when I needed one.

Nate (laughs): I wanted you to go to prison.

(behind them, two men watch them walk away, pausing to buy something from a vendor)

Hurley: And now Iím totally clean and sober, I have a good job, a good life, and I owe that all to you.

Nate: Yeah, all right. No more trouble?

Hurley: I met this nun, sister Lupe, when you sent me to Mexico, and now I work for her church.

(Nate looks back to see the two men watching them, walking toward them on the sidewalk)

Hurley: They needed to raise money for their orphanage, so I helped them set up this online business, and we sell their handmade statues of the virgin Mary. (pulls a statue from his pocket) I had to do a delivery in Boston, so I decided to --

Nate (takes statue): You -- you deliver these?

Hurley: Yeah, yeah. I-I drive Ďem across the border. And I deliver them to these different warehouses across America. I got a whole trunkful of them in my car.

Nate: Yeah, any deliveries at night?

Hurley: Oh, well, warehouses are open 24/7.

Nate: Hurley.

Hurley: Itís a global economy, Nate.

Nate: Hey, Hurley --

Hurley: I just needed to let you know Ė

(sound of a gun cocking as Nate turns to see the men following them)

Nate: Hurley... Hurley, run!

(Nate grabs Hurleyís arm and pulls him down the sidewalk, running. The men shoot at Hurley as they follow)

[Leverage HQ]

(Eliot hears gunshots and looks toward the window. He tosses his cards in)

Eliot: Iím out. Hardison, come with me. (stands)

Hardison: You see what Iím sitting on?

Eliot: Yeah, youíre chasing an inside straight, man. I canít tell you how offensive that is! Pat, Shelly, weíll see you guys in a little bit, man. We got to go get some pizza.

Shelly: All right.

Hardison: Pizza? (stands to follow Eliot out the door)

Bonanno: You married, Shelly?

Shelly: To the constitution of the United States of America.

Bonanno: Mm-hmm.

[Exterior Church]

(Hurley and Nate run to several parked cars and hide behind one of them.

Hurley: Man, those guys are really mad at you.

Nate: At you, Hurley. I think theyíre mad at you. We got to get off the street.

(they run into the church and head for the basement)

[Exterior Street]

(Eliot and Hardison are walking down the sidewalk Hurley and Nate were walking just a few minutes before)

Hardison: So, what, random shots fired in the big city on a Friday night? Thatís not unusual.

Eliot: Look, man, violent crimes in major American cities is at their all-time low in over 40 years.

Hardison: Excuse the hell out of me, public-service announcement.

Eliot: Nateís not at the bar, shots fired, come on, man.

(as they walk, Hardison kicks something that skids across the pavement. He bends and picks up a blank key card)

Hardison: Thereís no writing. Just a magnetic strip.

(Hardison pulls out his phone as Eliot walks a few feet away and picks up a shell casing)

Eliot: Somebody was firing while they were running. Call Nate.

Hardison (working on phone): Doesnít have his cellphone on him.

Eliot: Then earbud.

Hardison: No, man, look, wherever he is, whatever trouble heís gotten into, weíre flying blind.

[Church Basement Hallway]

(Nate and Hurley come to a stop in front of a closed door)

Hurley: They are not after me, Nate. Look, I donít mean to be negative here, but Iíve made my amends, and youíre still breaking the law and stuff.

Nate: Hurley, you are in over your head, again. Until I figure out whatís going on, we are not leaving this basement. (opens door to reveal an Addictions Support Group meeting) Uh, we are leaving this basement.

(Nate turns to leave, but Hurley blocks his way)

Nate: Hurley.

Hurley: Yeah. (points upward) Its God. (puts his arm around Nateís shoulder) Listen to him.

[Exterior Street]

Eliot: Call Sophie and Parker.

Hardison: Canít -- theyíre busy. Well, Parkerís busy.

Eliot: Man Ė

Hardison: Look, look, man, look. (uses phone) Iím betting this is a hotel room key, okay? Iíve hacked my phone to read the strip, and bam! Palaestra Hotel. Even got the room number.

Eliot: Palaestra Hotelís a couple of blocks over.

Hardison: Yeah.

Eliot: Letís go.

Hardison: You know anybody else who can do that? Do you? No, I donít think so. Damn the tux. Damn the tux.

[Church Meeting Room]

(Nate and Hurley enter the meeting room and are greeted by a Woman)

Woman: Hi! First time?

Hurley: Oh, no, no. Iím clean and sober, two years. It is my friendís first time. (puts his arm around Nateís shoulders)

Woman: Good for you. So youíre his sponsor?

Hurley: Ah, kind of.

Nate: No, no, no, no. (grabs Hurleyís shoulder to pull him away) Hey, let me talk to you a sec.

Woman: First nightís always the hardest.

Nate: Yeah. First, youíre not my friend. Second, youíre a drug mule.

Hurley: Uh, no. (laughs) I used to be a drug addict. I think Iíd know if I was a drug mule.

Nate: Hurley, listen, (holds up statue) they keep the drugs in these.

Hurley: No, no, no! (grabs statue and puts it in his pocket) Sister Lupe would not get me involved in that kind of thing.

Nate: Sister Lupe? When did you meet this ďSister LupeĒ?

Hurley: Whatís that? Whatís with the quotes?

Nate: Sheís not a nun! Not a nun.

Hurley: Yeah. I met her doing charity work.

Nate: Oh...

Hurley (pulls out iPod): Look, hereís a picture of us.

(Hurley shows a picture of himself standing next to a woman in a bikini. Nate laughs)

Hurley: What? Nuns swim.

Nate: Hurley, youíve been duped, okay?

Hurley: No!

Nate: Yes.

Hurley: Listen. Look, I know I used to be a screw-up, okay? But Iím not that guy anymore. I donít hurt people anymore!

Nate: Okay, now, itís not -- itís not your fault.

Hurley: Iím a good guy! Really, I am.

Nate: I understand. Itís not your fault.

Hurley: I swear.

Nate: You are. Yes, you are. Youíre a good guy. And Iím sure youíre doing great work, and that sheís a nun, an improbably hot nun, by the way, but sheís a nun, okay? Okay, got it, yeah. My bad. Everything you said, youíre right. Yeah, I take it all back. Okay? No, no, youíre good. Okay?

Hurley: Okay.

Nate: Weíre gonna stay hidden down in this basement until I figure out whatís going on, okay?

(Hurley hugs Nate, who pushes him away)

Nate: No, no, no. No. No, no, no. Youíre not gonna hug me anymore.

Hurley: Sorry.

Nate: Okay? No hugs. All right, let me see the phone.

Hurley: Oh, itís actually not a phone. It plays music. Do you want to see?

Woman: Weíre about to start.

Hurley: Sweet. (moves to front of the room)

Nate: Okay, listen. I need a phone.

Woman: Sorry, the offices are closed.

Nate: No, no! (grabs her shoulders) I need... a phone -- now.

Woman: Sorry. Have a seat. (walks away)

[Exterior Church]

(Liam and Irish Thug run up to the church steps, looking for Nate and Hurley)

Irish Thug: Did you get a look at that dark-haired fella with him?

Liam: No, if we lost the courier, Callaghanís gonna have our heads. (looks at the church) The church. (pulls gun) Theyíre in the church.

Irish Thug (grabs Liam): Oh, Iím not just busting into a church to kill two men.

Liam: What if theyíre in the church basement? If theyíre in the church basement, they we can kill Ďem.

Irish Thug: So youíre implying that the church is holy but the church basement isnít?

Liam (puts gun away): They donít say mass in the basement. The church basement is not holy ground.

Irish Thug: So, what, it goes holy ground, mm, the basement, holy ground?

Liam: The boy scouts meet in the basement, and theyíre not a religious group.

Irish Thug: A boy scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent! ďReverentĒ is right there at the end, because it is, if not a faith-based organization, not entirely secular.

Liam: So youíre not coming in with me.

Irish Thug: Weíll wait right here, and weíll, (pulls gun) I donít know, shoot the courier when he comes out.

(Liam pulls out his phone)

Irish Thug: You can call Callaghan if you want, but I am not going into that church.

(Liam makes a frustrated sound and moves away)

[Hotel Hallway]

(Eliot and Hardison walk down the hall toward the hotel room)

Eliot: This about the guy that Parker took the picture with?

Hardison: Yes, itís about the guy that Parker took the picture with.

Eliot: All right. Youíre kidding me.

Hardison: Who goes to a cocktail lounge in a tuxedo? Who does he think he is?

Eliot: I donít know, man, I mean, what do you want me to do?

Hardison: Heís not even wearing a tie. Did you see him?

Eliot: Maybe, every once in a while, take the hoodie off and put a suit on, maybe light some candles.

Hardison: You saw her at the chocolate festival, she was eating chocolate. Getting it.

Eliot: Back away from ďWitch of the WarcraftĒ and take care of --

Hardison: You know, Iím about sick of you and all my games. (uses key card on hotel room door) It makes --

Eliot (stops Hardison from opening the door): Hang on.

Hardison: What?

Eliot: Whyís it dark?

Hardison: I donít know.

(Eliot leans forward to look into the room and a gunshot makes him and Hardison leap back on either side of the door. As Mexican 1 exits the room, Eliot knocks the gun from his hand and throws him to the ground. Hardison grabs Mexican 2 and punches him in the face, knocking him against the wall. Eliot grabs him and throws him to the ground before handing Hardison the gun)

Eliot: Donít play with that.

(Eliot looks into the room while Mexican 1 and two get up from the ground)

Hardison: Hey, hey, where yíall going?

(the Mexicans run down the hall as Hardison points the gun at them. Eliot dashes from the room and follows the Mexicans)

Hardison: Why -- believe this -- where you...

(The Mexicans turn a corner but before Eliot can follow, he runs into Irish 1, and they both fall to the ground)

Hardison: Let me shoot him, Eliot! Move! Move!

(Eliot gets to his feet and punches Irish 1)

Hardison: Let me shoot him, Eliot!

(Irish 1 swings at Eliot, who ducks the blow and comes up to hit Irish 1 in the face, knocking him down)

Hardison: Move out the way, Eliot! Let me shoot him, man!

(Irish 2 tries to kick Eliot who blocks the kick and a punch before knocking Irish 2 to the ground)

Hardison: Let...

(Hardison throws up his hands and lowers the gun before joining Eliot at the end of the hall)

Hardison: And how did you even know?

Eliot: Told you not to play with that thing.

(Hardison goes to check the men)

Eliot: The maid leaves the lights on when they clean the room.

(Hardison takes an invitation to the Venezualen Event from one of the Irishmenís pockets)

Hardison: Ooh.

Eliot: What would you need four guys... (looks around, thinking) Two guys...

Hardison: Hey, we beat up some dancers.

Eliot: Dancers?

Hardison: Yeah.

Eliot: Those were Mexicans.

Hardison: ďA night of tango celebrating the culture of Venezuelans.Ē

Eliot: The first two guys were Mexicans.

Hardison: Theyíre Venezuelans.

Eliot: Twinkle-toes back here knows a little more than how to do the tango, all right? They arenít dancers.

Hardison: We messed up. They whole career all screwed up. Letís just check the room.

[Church Meeting Room]

Hurley (at podium): I mean, I lied, I stole, and I deluded myself into thinking that I was still a good guy. But you know what? I wasnít. Okay? I was fooling myself. Now?

Nate (to Asian Woman): Can I use your phone real quick?

Asian Woman: Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh.

Hurley: Two years clean and sober. I got a cat named Pedro. And you know what Iím doing now?

Nate (to Black Woman): Can I use your cellphone?

Black Woman: No.

Hurley: I am helping other people to become better people. So that we can all be better people together as a people. And you know what?

Nate (to Older Woman): Can I use your phone?

(Older Woman shakes her head)

Hurley: It feels pretty good. So, thank you.

Nate: Yeah. Hey, I, uh... (stands up) Iíd like to talk next.

(everyone claps as Nate walks to the podium)

Hurley: Yeah! Come on, everybody! Oh, yeah! Nate, this is a big deal. This is the guy that helped me get clean and sober! Which is totally weird, Ďcause heís kind of messed up himself. So, come on, everybody! (hugs Nate) I love you, man. Itís a big moment. (sits down)

Nate: Thanks, Hurley.

Hurley (to Woman): This is gonna be great.

Nate: Well, I drink too much. I mean, uh... I mean, who can say how much drinking is too much?

(everyone in the audience raises their hand)

Nate: Wow. Well...Yeah. The point is that I hurt a lot of people. And you people, (gestures to the crowd) very special, self-involved people, you pointed out to me today that I need to make amends. You know, and I wish that I could just reach out and make amends to, say, my ex-wife, who I hurt. Now, if I had a cellphone right now, you know, Iíd call her up, and I would start the healing process, just so all of you could take credit.

(everyone in the audience holds up a cell phone)

Hurley: Hallelujah.

Nate: Yes! Yes. Right here in the front. Great. Thank you. (dials phone)

[Hotel Room]

(Eliot tosses a bag on the bed and begins to go through it)

Eliot: I got his overnight bag. Looks like thereís enough clothes here for about three days. (holds up clothes) Heís a big guy. All his clothes were made in Mexico.

Hardison: I just found a valet ticket. Whoever this is, his car is sitting in the parking lot. (answers phone) Yeah?

Nate: Hello, sweetheart.

[Church Meeting Room]

Nate: Yeah, donít hang up! Donít hang up! Please donít hang up. No, Iím calling. I want to apologizeó

Woman: Yes, yes!

Nate: -- and to ask for forgiveness. Okay.

[Hotel Room]

Hardison (to Eliot): Hey, man, itís Nate. He just called me ďsweetheart.Ē (into phone) Are you drunk?

Nate: No.

[Church Meeting Room]

Nate: I am not drunk.

Hurley (to Woman): Heís a little drunk.

Nate: No -- yeah, Iím with Hurley.

[Hotel Room]

Hardison: Heís with Hurley?

Eliot: Who the hellís Hurley? The -- the dude from the rehab job?

Hardison: I guess.

Eliot: Put it on speakerphone.

Hardison (hits button on phone): Hey. Can you talk?

[Church Meeting Room]

Nate: I canít say everything I want to say, but Iím with Hurley. Iím in a safe place, and Iím with a lot of really nice and very supportive new friends.

Eliot: Yeah.

[Hotel Room]

Eliot: I think we met a couple of your friends. Mexican hitters -- or there was a Venezue-- Mexican hitter -- the first two were Mexican hitters.

Nate: Yeah, no, no.

[Church Meeting Room]

Nate: You know what it reminds me of, darling? It reminds me of that Irish church that we got married in.

[Hotel Room]

Hardison: So, what, the guys who were shooting at you, theyíre Irish muscle?

Nate: Thatís right.

Eliot: So thereís two sets of hitters -- Irish and Mexican -- and both after Hurley?

Nate: I just basicallyó

[Church Meeting Room]

Nate: -- want to say Iím sorry. Iím sorry for everything. Iím sorry about the car.

[Hotel Room]

Hardison: The car.

Eliot: The car.

Hardison: What car? Oh! Uh, we just found a valet ticket. Are you saying that thereís something in Hurleyís car?

[Church Meeting Room]

Nate: Yeah, and ah (sighs) sorry about the bag of drugs.

Audience: Ohh.

Nate: Everything. Wanted to apologize for that.

[Hotel Room]

Eliot: All right. Weíre on our way. Letís go. (heads for the door) The ticket.

[Church Basement]

Nate: Okay. Thank you so much for listening. And I love you.

(audience applauds)

Hurley: Oh! Oh! Come on!

(audience gets to their feet and Hurley hugs Nate)

Hurley: Yeah! Yes!

[Parking Garage]

(Eliot and Hardison exit from a stairwell into a parking garage to find a man lying on the ground, unconscious. They both bend to check on him)

Eliot: We got a pulse.

(tires squeal and a gold sedan rounds a corner, speeding toward them. Eliot stands and grabs an umbrella from a nearby stand. He waits in front of the car, then dodges to one side and throws the umbrella into the window as the car passes. The umbrella opens inside the car, making the driver lose control. Eliot and Hardison race after it to find that it has crashed and is now empty. Eliot checks the front of the car while Hardison checks the trunk)

Eliot: Nothing up front.

Hardison: Backís empty.

Eliot: They got the drugs.

(the two men run after whoever had taken the drugs)

[Church Basement]

Hurley: I am super-proud of you, man.

Nate: Listen, Hurley, that was not my wife on the phone.

Hurley: I donít want to tell you your business, but you really need to make amends with your wife about having a girlfriend.

Nate: Listen to me, ah, I think itís safe right now. We got to get out of here. (pulls Hurley toward the door)

[Exterior Church]

(Liam and the Irish Thug are waiting across the street from the church, drinking coffee)

Liam: How do you know the boy scout law?

Irish Thug: We all had dreams once, Liam.

(behind them the doors of the church open and people begin walking out)

Irish Thug: Looks like that meetingís breaking up.

(the men pull their guns and head across the street, waiting on either side of the doors as inside Hurley climbs the stairs from the basement)

[Church Vestibule]

(Hurley and Nate reach the doors)

Lupe: Hurley.

(the men turn to see a woman in a nunís habit standing at the top of the stairs)

Hurley: Sister Lupe!

(Lupe smiles at Hurley, then looks at Nate and points a gun at him)

Hurley (dejected): Sister Lupe.


(Hurley and Nate enter the church, followed by Lupe who is still holding a gun pointed at Nate)

Hurley: This is so not cool, sister Lupe. Muy malo!

Lupe: Back away from him. Heís leading you outside to an ambush. I saw two men with guns out there.

Nate: Mexicans?

Lupe: No. Local, like you. Wait, are you not Ė

(Nate grabs the gun and punches Lupe in the face, knocking her to the ground)

Hurley: Oh! You just coldcocked a nun! In church! Talk about making amends.

[Exterior Street]

Hardison (answers phone): Hello?


(Hurley helps Lupe into one of the pews and kneels next to her, talking to her softly as Nate talks on the phone, pacing)

Nate: Yeah, did you get the bag of drugs?

Hardison: No, we lost the bag to the same guys who were searching Hurleyís room. Is he okay?

Nate: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Heís been running drugs across the Mexican border. No, no, itís not his fault. But, so he was in Boston, making a delivery when the Irish mob, probably the Callaghan family, decided they were gonna take him out.

[Exterior Street]

Eliot: Well, thereís your Irish hitters from earlier.

Nate: Yeah, exactly.


Nate: Callaghans run the drugs in Boston, and they didnít want the Mexicans infringing on their territory. So theyíre gonna kill Hurley to try to send a message to the cartel unless, of course, I can make a bargain with them, which is why I need that bag of drugs.

[Exterior Street]

Hardison: Do you know where the Mexican cartel is based in Boston?

Nate: Well, no. Theyíre notó


Nate: -- exactly major players here, so I donít know where their safe houses are.

[Exterior Street]

Nate: Theyíre probably holed up somewhere laying low.


Nate: But Iíll tell you what, I know who you can call.

[Leverage HQ]

(Bonannoís hand on the counter shakes, then he hits it several times hard. He gasps for air as Shelly loosens the arm around his neck)

Shelly: You see that? Get the crook of your elbow over the trachea, (releases Bonanno) then you get your other arm back there and get the leverage. (demonstrates hold) Thatís how cut the blood flow out to the brain. Thatís how you choke a guy out.

Bonanno: Nice.

(Shelly heads for the refrigerator while Bonanno answers his phone)

Bonanno: Hey, Hardison. Really? For any Mexican drug smugglers? Yeah, just theoretically, right. Iíll text you some addresses. (hangs up)

Shelly: Take it theyíre not coming back with that pizza, are they?

Bonanno: You get used to it.


(Nate examines the gun)

Nate: Fake. Childrenís toy. (tosses gun at Lupe)

Lupe: I was only trying to scare you off.

Hurley: What, so you could get your drugs?!

Lupe: Hurley -- (takes off habit to reveal street clothes)

Hurley: No! Donít talk to me. You played me for a sap! Nate was right. Iím a dupe. And Iím hurting people again!

Lupe: No, you are helping people!

Nate: What, by selling drugs?

Lupe: Cancer drugs. Do you know how expensive cancer drugs are for families without health insurance in this country?

Nate: Sheís lying, Hurley.

Lupe: No! I am part of a group that liberates drugs from factories in South America. Then we smuggle them to churches and hospices in the US. There are children who would die if we didnít do this.

Hurley: No. No! No. I am not falling for that again.

Lupe: I lied to protect you.

Nate: Then why is the cartel involved?

Lupe: The cartel found out we had a regular route into the states. They planted their drugs in Hurleyís car. I only found out about it after you left, I swear. I flew up here to warn you.

Nate: So the local branch of the cartel is gonna take delivery of the drugs and kill Hurley to cover their tracks.

Hurley: What do the Irish want?

Nate: They want to steal the delivery and kill you to send a message.

Hurley: Thatís a lot of killing me in there.

Nate: Listen -- you said there were two men waiting outside?

Lupe: Yes.

[Exterior Church]

(a black car pulls up and Liam and Irish Thug run over to it. Callaghan and several thugs get out)

Callaghan: Where is he?

Irish Thug: Theyíre in the church, Mr. Callaghan.

Callaghan: Why donít you have Ďem yet?

Irish Thug: Itís a church, Mr. Callaghan.

Callaghan: Oh... I see your point. You canít go shooting a man in church. Well, go in there and drag him out of the church. Shoot him in the face in the church parking lot! Go get me those drugs!

(Liam and Irish Thug run across the road followed by Callaghan and his thugs)

[Exterior Marcoís Tavern]

Eliot: All right, this bar is the last address, man. Maybe I should handle this one by myself.

Hardison: So, what, you donít need me, either, now? You donít need me?

Eliot: Listen to me, okay? So Parkerís out with a handsome guy, okay? And heís also a thief and also does cool thief ďstuff,Ē and youíre the computer geek, dude --

Hardison: Is -- is that your pep talk? Are you kidding? Wh-what the hellís going on? Really?

Eliot: Itís a little rough, but the fact --

Hardison: Itís a little rough? A little rough? As a friend youíre dead to me. Please, do go on. What are you trying to say? Iím not exciting? What is it?

Eliot: Thatís not what Iím saying. If I said that, then that means I would be thinking about you and Parker, which I never do.

Hardison: Than say what you need to say. What are you saying?

Eliot: Maybe youíre slow-playing it just a, just a little bit.

Hardison: Iím slow-playing?

Eliot: You know what Iím sayiní.

Hardison: Like, I need to be more assertive or something?

Eliot: Assertive is good.

Hardison: More assertive?

Eliot: Yeah, focus.

Hardison: Like the definitive Dexterís dictionary definition of -- All right, cool. Thatís all I need. Thatís all I need.

Eliot: Come on.

Hardison: You know what? I got this.

Eliot: Come on.

Hardison: Iím gonna go in there by my damn self.

Eliot: No.

Hardison: Iím gonna get them drugs by my damn self. Assertive. Letís get this. Letís get this.

Eliot: Donít do that.

Hardison (approaches bouncer): Yo, my man. Let me spoke at you real quick? Yeah, whatís up? I need a minute, if I could.

Eliot: Donít do it.

(Hardison head butts the bouncer, who falls to the floor)

Eliot: What are you doing, man?

Hardison: No, itís cool. Shake it off. Shake it off. Assertive. (walks into the bar)

Eliot: Thatís what Iím talking -- this guyís not even -- hey!

[Marcoís Tavern]

(Hardison walks through the crowded bar toward the back)

Hardison: Buenas noches cabrones. Feliz navidad and kiss my happy black ass.

Cortez: Who in the hell are you?

(Eliot walks through the bar more slowly, looking at the men sitting at the bar and in booths)

Hardison: Who am I? Who am I? Iím your worst damn nightmare. I know who you are. I know who all of you are. I know what you do. I know about the shipment. Iím a dirty cop!

Eliot (to Hardison): By the way, I donít think that bouncer outside is affiliated with these guys. Just so you know.

(Hardison continues to look at Cortez and puts a hand up to ward Eliot off)


Irish Thug: Not in the basement. He has to be in Ė (sees Nate standing near altar) Pardon me... father?

Nate: Yes.

(Hurley and Lupe are hiding in the pews)

[Marcoís Tavern]

(Eliot stands behind Hardison, shaking his head)

Eliot: Let me take -- let me take this one.

Hardison (turns around): I got this. When I say get back, I mean get your ass back!

(Eliot reluctantly moves back)

Hardison: Now, which one of you is in charge? Is it you?

Cortez: In charge of what?

Hardison: Donít do that. Donít play me. Now, let me see some ID. Get it out. (searches Cortez for ID) Come on. Where you at? Where you at? Pockets, pockets. Where you at -- right here? (pulls out wallet and looks inside) Aaron Cortez. Aaron? Really?

Cortez: Yeah, what? You think all Mexicans are named Juan and Roberto? Come on, homey. Thatís racist.

Hardison: Iím a dirty cop! Of course Iím a damn racist!

Eliot (shaking his head and under his breath): I swear to God.

Hardison: Now I understand you got a shipment coming in, Aaron?

Cortez: What business is that of yours?

(Man 1 reaches into his coat for a weapon and Eliot grabs him, kneeing him several times)

Hardison: Youíre new in town, so Iím gonna let your ignorance slide.

(Man 2 stands, and Eliot knocks him back without letting go of Man 1)

Hardison: Po-po gets a taste, or you no-no get to play.

(Eliot holds the unconscious Man 1 upright and smiling awkwardly as Hardison turns around to look at him)

Hardison (to Cortez): So either you got to deal, or somebodyís got to squeal.

(Eliot lets Man 1 go and he falls over. Aaron nods at his men and one of them attacks Eliot. Eliot blocks the move and puts grabs the manís neck)


Nate: Itís a little early for midnight mass, eh, boys?

Irish Thug: Weíre actually looking for someone, father.

Nate: Well, weíre all looking for someone, arenít we? Um... Could you just help me with these flowers over here, yes? (hands Liam a vase of flowers) Just put them on the pedestal. Here, help him out.

(Liam and Irish Thug take the flowers onto the altar)

Nate: You were an altar boy, werenít you? I can always tell. (gestures for Hurley and Liam to make a break for the door)

Irish Thug: St. Williamís.

[Marcoís Tavern]

Hardison: See, I know why youíre here.

(Behind Hardison, Eliot continues to take out the Mexicans scattered throughout the room)

Hardison: You want to expand, and personally I think you should. The leprechauns, they could use a little competition. Theyíre getting a little soft. And weíre all for that. Ainít that right, Luigi?

(Hardison turns to find Eliot standing alone)

Hardison: So, you Ė (phone rings, itís Parker) Excuse me. Got to take this. I got some business. (moves away) Yeah. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Whatís happening, baby?


Nate: Ah, St. Williamís. Yes, itís a fine parish. Yes.

Irish Thug: If you donít mind, father, uh, we need to have a look around.

Nate: Take a look around. Ah. Well, thereís no one in here. Well, there was one fellow who came in here, a large, large fellow, but he went into the confessionals.

(Irish Thug and Liam move toward the confessional)

Irish Thug: Father, you need to get him out of there. For his own good.

Nate (following): Yes. Yes. Say, you must come out of there. Thereís no playing about now. Come out.

(Hurley and Lupe move through the pews toward the door)

[Marcoís Tavern]

Hardison (on phone): Itís probably in the frame. So, um, P-Parker, are you still with that guy?

Parker: Thanks.

Hardison: Park-- Parker? (hangs up and walks back toward Cortez) Would you believe this? Had to frame a guy. Got to handle my own business. Had to frame a guy on the -- I had to frame a guy on the phone, just right now -- but itís cool.

Cortez: What do you want, exactly?

Hardison: The drugs you got today. We get the first take. Sign of good faith. Then you can move everything else in with our protection.

(Cortez nods and gestures to one of his men, who picks up a bag and throws it to Hardison)

Hardison: Ha-ha, there we go. (chuckles, pleased)

Cortez: You happy now?

Hardison: See, this is (hands bag to Eliot) business done how business should be done.

Cortez: Look, I want the courier.

Hardison: Soon as we get him, heís yours.

(Hardison and Cortez shake hands and Eliot follows Hardison from the bar)

[Exterior Street]

(Hardison and Eliot round a corner, Hardison looking at one of the statues)

Hardison: You saw that, right? (tossing statue in the air)

Eliot (dryly): Yeah, I gotta hand it to ya, you did a great job.

Hardison: See some rope-climbing punk be that damn assertive. (drops statue)

Eliot: Man, that look right to you?

Hardison: No, it does not.


Nate: No, I canít offer you sanctuary. No, you must come out and face your sins against these men.

Irish Thug: Did you hear him say anything?

Liam: I think so. Yeah. (moves away)

Nate: Paul wrote to the Ephesians --

Liam: Father.

Nate: Yes.

Liam (holds up habit): Why is there a nunís habit here without the nun inside?

Nate: Rapture!

(Hurley knocks over a candle holder and fumbles to catch it)

Liam: The courier!

(Hurley and Lupe run for the door)

Irish Thug: Heís got the drugs!

(Irish Thug and Liam run after them, guns drawn)

[Exterior Church]

(Hurley bursts through the doors and runs across the street. Liam shoots Hurley in the leg and Hurley falls to the ground. Lupe comes up behind Liam and puts a gun to his head)

Lupe: Let him go.

Hurley: No, sister Lupe, no!

Lupe: Run!

Nate (pulls up in a car): Get in!

Hurley: No, we got to help her.

Nate: Youíre not gonna help her by bleeding to death in the street! Get in!

(Irish Thug comes up behind Lupe and holds a gun to her head. Hurley jumps into the back seat of the car Nateís driving. Liam takes Lupeís gun and shoots at Nateís car while he pulls away. Callaghan joins them on the steps of the church)

Irish Thug: Sister Lupe? (lowers his gun) Iím going to hell.

[Exterior Street]

(Nate pulls to the curb gets out, phone to his ear. He opens the back door and pulls Hurley from the car, pulling him down the sidewalk)

Hurley: Why are we ditching the car?

Nate: ĎCause we didnít just ditch the Irish mob so the police could pull us over in a stolen car. (into phone) Hardison -- yeah, listen, I got Hurley, but I lost the nun. Tell me you got the drugs. (stops) What? Okay. (continues leading Hurley down the sidewalk) Okay, listen, go to the pharmacy, and get what you need. And tell Eliot to buy whatever he needs to sew up a gunshot wound.


(Hardison sits at the counter looking at a box while Eliot stands near the door. Nate and Hurley enter)

Hurley: Hey, guys.

Eliot (sarcastic): Hey, whatís up, man? Shut up. Get on the table.

Nate: All right. (pulls money from his pocket and hands it to the waitress) Youíre closed. Another $100 when we leave.

Waitress: You got it.

Nate (approaches Hardison): Whatís the problem?

(Eliot pushes Hurley onto a table as Hardison picks up a broken statue still half full of pills and hands it to Nate)

Nate: These are legit.

Hardison: Picked up this drug-testing kit from the pharmacy. (puts something into a test tube)

Eliot: Pull your jeans up.

Hurley: Itís a little tender.

Eliot: Pull them up! (yanks on the pant leg)

Hurley: Ow! So angry!

Hardison: They sell them so mommies and daddies can test what little Johnnyís got hidden in his sock drawer. Now, look, if it turns red, little Johnnyís got to go to rehab. If it turns green, little Johnny checks out.

(Hardison shakes the test tube and they watch as the liquid turns green. Nate takes the test tube and looks at it)

Hardison: If theyíre not for getting high, what are they for?

Nate: These are the cancer drugs.

Hurley: So sheís telling the truth.

Eliot (patching Hurleyís leg): Who?

Hurley: Sister Lupe. (shows Eliot the picture on his iPod) Look.

Eliot: Yeah, thatís not a nun. (pulls on the bandaging)

Hurley: Ohh!

[Marcoís Tavern]

(Cortez pours pills from a statue into his hand as Mexican 1 and Mexican 2 stand before him)

Cortez: They said they were sending heroin and cocaine. This is not heroin and cocaine.

Mexican 2: When Vasquez called, he said the drugs were in the car.

Cortez: ďIn the carĒ?

Mexican 2 (in Spanish): The drugs are in the car.

Cortez (in Spanish): ďIn the carĒ or ďinside the carĒ?

Mexican 2 (looks at Mexican 1, then in Spanish): ďIn the carĒ?

Cortez: Are you asking me or telling me?

(Mexican 2 looks at Mexican 1, who moves away)


Nate: Whereís Hurleyís car? The one he drove across the border, where is it?

Hardison: Itís back at the hotel.

Nate: Guys, come on. (heads for door) I know where the real drugs are. (hands Waitress more money) Here you go.

Waitress: Thanks.

(Hardison and Eliot follow Nate toward the door)

Hurley (struggling to stand): Hey... guys? A little help? (gets up and heads for the door) No, Iím good. Donít worry about me. Iíve just been shot. No biggie.

[Parking Garage]

Eliot (carrying bag): Come on, man. It was right here!

Hardison: Iíll ask the valet. (walks away)

Hurley: Theyíre gonna kill sister Lupe.

Nate: No, no, they need her to bargain with. Unfortunately, we have nothing to bargain with.

Eliot (hands Hurley the bag): You can have your bag.

Nate: Now, come on. It wasnít his fault.

Hardison (comes back): Yo! They said it was towed to the city impound after the cartel boys crashed it.

Nate: All right, you and Eliot, go get us that car. Hurley, you and I are gonna make a phone call.

(Hardison and Eliot run away)

Hurley: Who are we calling?

Nate: Weíre gonna give the drugs to the Irish.

Hurley: We donít have the drugs.

Nate: Well, right now theyíre the only ones who donít know that.

[Exterior Church]

Callaghan: First off, thereís no way sheís a nun. (answers phone) Hello?

[Parking Garage]

Nate: Yeah, Iím calling about the problem youíre having with people trying to sell Ė

[Exterior Church]

Nate: -- their products in your territory.

Callaghan: Who is this?

Nate: Iím the guy whoís gonna Ė

[Parking Garage]

Nate: -- make the deal. You want the package? How much it worth to you?

[Exterior Church]

Callaghan: Well, my boys said its $10 million street value, but Iíll trade you the whole lot for one blessed sister of the sacrament.

Nate: Done.

Callaghan: And we want the courier. Got to teach our cousins in the South they just canít set up shop Ė

[Parking Garage]

Callaghan: -- in our town

Nate: No, not the courier.

Hurley: Yes. Trade me.

Nate: Okay. The nun for the drugs and the courier. The Palaestra Hotel parking garage, one hour. (hangs up) Hurley, Iím gonna try to get you out of this in one piece.

Hurley: Itís okay, Nate.

Nate: She got you into it.

Hurley: Yeah, but I got myself into trouble the first time we met, and you risked your life to save me. So I want to prove to you that Iíve earned that second chance you gave me.

(Nate dials his phone)

Hurley: Who are you calling now?

Nate: Iím calling the bar that Hardison said the cartel is waiting at. Iím gonna tell them if they want their drugs, they can come here and get it in one hour.

Hurley: The drugs we donít have?

Nate: Mm-hmm. Now youíre getting it.

Hurley: Hoo!

[Impound Lot]

(Eliot and Hardison approach the guard shack)

Eliot: Are you talking or am I --

Hardison: I got this.

Eliot: -- talking to Ė

Hardison: I got this.

Eliot: Then go. Go. Go!

Hardison: How you doing? Hey.

Eliot: Hey.

Officer: Yeah.

Hardison: Um, we are looking for a gold sedan.

Officer (looks at paperwork): Okay. Youíre gonna have to be more specific than that.

Eliot: Yeah, it was towed from the Palaestra hotel earlier after an incident. Should -- should be a police report.

Officer (looks at paperwork): Oh. Yep. Okay. Thereís a police report. So, youíre gonna have to come back in the morning and get it straightened out.

Hardison: We canít just pick it up tonight, pay for it?

Officer: Ordinarily, yes, but in this case, I need a detective to sign off on it, which means youíre gonna have to come back in the morning.

Eliot: Morning. Okay.

Hardison: All right. Weíll be back in the morning.

Eliot: Thank you so much. (pulls Hardison away) Letís go. Come on.

Officer: Youíre welcome.

Eliot: I said thank you. Did you? Listen, you go distract her. Iím gonna jump this fence. Iím gonna get this car --

Hardison: No, no, no. Iím gonna jump the fence. Iíll jump the fence.

Eliot: Youíll jump the fence.

Hardison: Yeah, I can hack a car faster than you. I can hack the lock on the gate. Come on, man.

Eliot: You already proved yourself with the Mexican cartel. Quit this crap.

(Hardison holds up a fist)

Eliot: Okay. You got a tell. I already told you.

Hardison: Are you scared? You scared? Letís get it.

Eliot (smirking): Letís go.

Hardison: All right.

(they do Rock, Paper Scissors. Eliot comes up with scissors, Hardison with a rock.

Hardison: Bam! (walks away) Do something. Tell me what I canít do. I can climb a fence.

Eliot (smirks, then goes back to guard post): Hi.

Officer: Yeah, you need a new watch. Itís still not morning.

Eliot: I know. I just -- I wanted to... get rid of my friend. I wanted -- I wanted to ask you a question.

Officer: Yeah?

Eliot: What time do you get off?

Officer: Oh. Um...

Eliot: I have a thing -- not a thing -- itís just a wo-- woman in uniform...

Officer: Do you want to touch my gun?

Eliot (surprised): No. Do you have... Is it a tough job?

Officer: No. Um, not really. I mean, the dogs out back do all the hard work.

(dogs bark in back ground)

Officer: Big ones.

Eliot: Nice. Names?

Officer: Buddy and Tiki.

(Eliot sees Hardison running across a monitor, followed by several dogs)

Eliot: Tiki. Yeah. (phone rings) Oh. Look at that. Pardon me. Iím gonna... gonna... (moves away)

Officer: Okay.

Eliot: Yeah?

Nate: Eliot, any trouble getting Hurleyís car? No?

Eliot: No, Hardisonís on it.

Nate: Okay. Can you get me another one? An identical gold sedan.

(Eliot looks back at the Officer, who smiles and waves at him)

Eliot: You bet. (hangs up and goes back to booth)

Officer: Hi.

Eliot: Hi.

(Eliot awkwardly puts his hands on the Officers, they both laugh)

Eliot: Thatís too much.

Officer: A little.

Eliot: Okay.

[Parking Garage]

(Hardison pulls up in Hurleyís car and gets out)

Nate: What happened to you?

Hardison: Security system.

Nate: Does Eliot have the other --

Hardison (opens trunk): Yeah, heís right behind me.

Nate (pulls back lining to show drugs): There we are.

Hardison: This is tricky, Nate.

Nate: It always is. (throws drugs in trunk) Why donít you get the front plate.

(Hardison moves to the front of the car as Nate closes the trunk. Hardison removes the front plate of the car)

(Elsewhere in the parking garage, Callaghan and his thugs stand to one side as Irish Thug, Liam and Lupe pull up in a car)

Callaghan: Weíll wait here. Make sure they donít try to scamper.

(Irish Thug drives deeper into the parking garage)

(elsewhere, Nate takes a bag from the trunk of a car as Hurley runs up)

Nate: Eliot and Hardison set up?

Hurley: Everythingís good.

Nate: Showtime.

(Nate walks toward another car as Irish Thug and Liam pull Lupe from the car)

Irish Thug: Who are you to be in the middle of this?

Nate: You want to deal or you want to talk?

Irish Thug: The nun for the drugs and the courier.

(Liam holds a gun on Lupe)

Nate: No, no, first the drugs. You know, show of good faith. Then the nun, then the courier.

Irish Thug: No. Meet halfway.

(Liam pushes Lupe forward as Nate begins to walk to meet her)

Hurley: I-I canít do this.

Nate: Hurley, Hurley, you agreed.

Hurley: No, theyíre gonna kill me!

Nate: You agreed, Hurley!

Hurley: No! I canít! Iím sorry! (gets into the car)

Nate: Stick to the plan, Hurley!

(Nate tosses the bag one way, then grabs Lupe and dives the other way as Hurley drives past)

Liam (pulls out phone): Get the drugs!

(Irish Thug dives for the bag as Hurley drives away)

Liam (into phone): Yeah, the courierís pulled a runner! Heís heading your way!

(Liam and Irish Thug get into the car and take off after Hurley. They round a corner and see him pulling away)

Liam: There he is! The one with the Mexican plates!

(the gold sedan heads toward Callaghanís car)

Callaghan: Fine. Weíll do this old-school.

(Callaghan and his men pull guns, Callaghan shooting toward the front of the car, which stops)

Callaghan: Get out of there, you.

(Cortez and his men get out of the car, pulling guns)

Cortez: What kind of double-cross is this?

Callaghan: Who in the hell are you? (to Liam) Is one of them the courier?

Liam: No. I donít know.

(police cars pull up from several directions)

Bonanno: Massachusetts state police! Put your hands up!

(most of the men put their guns down and their hands up, but Callaghan simply looks at Bonanno)

Bonanno: Do I look like Iím kidding?

(Callaghan drops his gun and puts his hands up. Liam and Irish Thug try to run back up the parking ramp only to run into Shelly, eating a piece of pizza, who pushes them back and they fall to the ground)

Shelly: How we doing, boys?

(Shelly pushes a handcuffed Liam and Irish Thug onto the hood of a police car)

Shelly: Make yourselves comfy.

(Callaghan stands near the back of the gold car as Bonanno goes through the trunk finding the drugs)

Callaghan: What exactlyís going on here? Whatís going on?

Bonanno: Whatís goiní on? I just caught the Callaghan family in the middle of a massive drug buy from elements of a Mexican cartel.

Callaghan: Weíre not Ė (looks at Cortez) weíre not buying anything from them! What in Godís name is going on here?!


(Bonanno rounds a corner with other officers, guns drawn)

Bonanno: Massachusetts state police! Put your hands up!

(Cortez gets out of the gold car)

Cortez: What kind of double-cross is this?

(Callaghan looks at the Mexicans getting out of the gold car)

Callaghan: Who in the hell are you?

(Nate on phone as Hurley stands nervously behind him)

Nate: Any trouble getting Hurleyís car? No?

Eliot: No, Hardisonís on it.

Nate: Okay, can you get me another one? An identical gold sedan.

(Hardison and Eliot talk to the Officer at the Impound Lot)

Hardison: Weíre looking for a gold sedan.

Officer: You just described five cars I have back there.

(Eliot on phone, looking back at the Officer, who is waving to him)

Eliot: You bet.

(Eliot finishes putting a Mexican plate on the back of a gold sedan as Cortez and his men approach)

Eliot: Cute little trick you did with the Madonnas.

Cortez: You called us. You want to deal?

Hardison (opens trunk): Found something of yours.

Hurley (in trunk): Oh, God, donít hurt me.

Eliot (pulling Hurley from trunk): Get out of the car.

Hurley: Iím sorry. Iím sorry.

Cortez: The courier.

Hardison (takes 2 bags of drugs from car): Look, you can take the car. Sign of good faith. Weíll take commission. We get a taste of every shipment, and you guys get protection.

Eliot: From the cops and the Irish.

Cortez: And what about him?

Hardison: Oh, weíll deal with him for you.

(Eliot drags Hurley away and Hardison closes the trunk)

Cortez: Is this a set up?

Hardison: Hell no, man. Iím a dirty cop. Look, they got cameras on each of the entrances. Now, give us two minutes to get out clean, all right?

(Cortez and his men get into the gold sedan)

(Nate takes a bag from the trunk of a gold sedan as Hurley runs up from behind)

Nate: Eliot and Hardison all set?

Hurley: Everythingís good.

Nate: Showtime.

(Nate walks toward where Liam and Irish Thug are holding Lupe)

Hurley: I-I canít do this.

Nate: Hurley, Hurley, you agreed.

Hurley: No, theyíre gonna kill me!

Nate: You agreed, Hurley.

Hurley: No! I canít! Iím sorry! (gets into car)

Nate: Stick to the plan, Hurley!

(Nate tosses the bag one way, then grabs Lupe and dives the other way as Hurley drives past)

Liam (pulls out phone): Get the drugs!

(Irish Thug dives for the bag as Hurley drives away)

Liam (into phone): Yeah, the courierís pulled a runner! Heís heading your way!

(Liam and Irish Thug get into the car and take off after Hurley)

(Hurley pulls the gold sedan around a corner and into a parking space. Eliot pulls a large SUV into the space next to him, blocking the car from sight. Liam and Irish Thug continue past, still looking for the gold sedan)

Liam (into phone): Heís coming around towards you!

Irish Thug: No, no! Straight! No, no, no, left, left, left!

(Cortez and his men pull the gold sedan from the parking space and head down the ramp. Liam and Irish Thug round a corner and spot him)

Liam (into phone): There he is! The one with the Mexican plates!

Callaghan: Fine. Weíll do this old-school.

(Cortez pulls the gold sedan up to Callaghanís car, guns drawn. Callaghan fires at the front of the car)

[Parking Garage]

(officers round the Irish and Mexicans together)

Cop: Take it easy!

Callaghan: Keep your hands to yourself!

(Nate and the others drive by in the other gold sedan, waving at Liam and the Irish Thug)

Irish Thug: I donít think heís a priest, either.

(Bonanno sees the gold sedan drive past and winks at Hurley)

Callaghan: Iím a respectable businessman!

Cop: No, you arenít!

(Nate continues driving away as another officer pulls drugs from the drunk of the other gold sedan)

[McRoryís Back Room]

(Nate and Hardison stand behind the bar while Eliot sits on a stool, Lupe on his lap)

Hardison: The barbershop -- with me, right? Told him to get a jheri curl Ďcause he didnít know what one was -- told him itíd make his hair real straight and pretty. Boy looked like he was beat with a bottle of baby oil for about a month.

(everyone laughs, then Nate walks across the room to where Hurley is sitting)

Nate: Hurley, how you doing?

Hurley: I canít believe you had to bail me out of trouble again.

Nate: No, no, listen, Hurley -- you put your life on the line tonight because it was the right thing to do. You realize that, right? And by the way, for the record, youíre not the same guy you used to be. Okay?

Hurley: Well, I know Iím not your friend, Nate, but for what itís worth, youíre mine.

(Hurley and Nate shake hands. Laughter draws their attention and they look to see Eliot and Lupe kissing)

Hurley: Sheís not a nun, is she?

(Nate sighs)

Hurley: Yeah.

(Hurley stands and walks toward the front of the bar, where he runs into Peggy)

Hurley: Oh, Iím so sorry.

Peggy: Oh. No, thatís okay. It was my fault.

Hurley (holds out his hand): Hurley.

Peggy: Oh, hi. (shakes Hurleyís hand) Peggy.

Hurley: Um, are you going out alone? Itís kind of late.

Peggy: Yeah, Iíll -- Iíll be fine.

Hurley: Let me walk you.

Peggy: Uh, okay. (giggles) What a gentleman.

(Hurley offers her his arm)

Peggy: Ooh! Your arm. (takes his arm)

Hurley (leads her toward the door): Do you like tacos at all?

Peggy: Yes. Do you like cats?

Hurley: Oh, do I like cats?

Peggy: You do?

(they exit and Hardison walks toward Nate, heading for the front of the bar)

Nate: Oh. Hey, hey. Can I just ask you one thing here because...

(Hardison sits down)

Nate: How in the hell would you give Hurley information about how to find me -- ever?

Hardison: You know what, Nate, it seems like lately youíve been so focused on the part of the job where we wreck people, I thought it might be nice to show you we actually do some good in the world. I know youíre mad, but --

Nate: Hardison... Thanks.

Hardison: All right.

(they touch glasses and Hardison gets up, going to the front of the bar. Eliot and Lupe get up and follow him, arms around each otherís waist)

Eliot: You, uh... Weíre gonna...

Nate: Oh, yeah, no, hey.

Eliot: Okay.

[McRoryís Pub]

(Sophie and Parker are behind the bar, Hardison sitting on a stool as Eliot and Lupe approach)

Hardison: You want to see how my night was?

Eliot (to Lupe): Donít talk to them. Then theyíll make us stay.

Hardison: You see this?

Sophie: Yeah.

Parker: Hey, oh! There they are.

Sophie: Ah.

Eliot: Sophie, this is Lupe.

Parker: Let me pour you a drink!

(Nate sits in the back room, watching them through the doorway and drinking)

The End

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