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5x07 The Real Fake Car Job

[Golf Course]

Erickson: The hell kind of muni track has a par-five dogleg left into the wind? Stupid rental clubs cost me two strokes a side.

Kyle (approaches in golf cart): Erickson?! Erickson! Iíve been trying to call you for months!

(guards pull up in a car and rush toward Kyle and Erickson)

Kyle: Whereís my money?! You took my money!

Guard: Stand back, sir.

Kyle: Erickson!

Marshal Rose: Get him out of here.

Guard 2: Okay.

Kyle: You belong in jail, Erickson! Youíre a thief!

Marshal Rose: Sir. I think youíre mistaken.

Kyle: That man is a thief!

Marshal Rose: That man is Jim Cole, not Erickson. I suggest you walk away.

(Kyle reluctantly turns and leaves)

[Brew Pub]

(Nate pours a beer and sets in on the counter in front of Kyle)

Kyle: I just figured a guy like you would have, I donít know, an office or something.

Nate: Oh, yeah, I tried it once. Had trouble keeping it in one piece.

Kyle: Secretary? Business cards?

Nate: Gabe Erickson got one of those?

Kyle: Yeah. Well, you got me there.

Nate: Is this the guy? (shows mug shots on an iPad)

Kyle: Gabe Erickson. I mean, this guy wipes me out back east. I spent 14 months looking for a job, and, finally, a buddy of mine sets me up over here at Eagle Cove, and... boom... there he is.

Nate: You sure it was him?

Kyle: Mr. Ford, me and my brother started our landscaping business over 20 years ago with a borrowed truck. But we worked it. Every hour, every day. My wife, she did the accounts. And on the weekends, weíd always have this big barbecue, you know? And weíd let our kids wash the trucks. ĎCourse, theyíre just running around with the hose, screaming. And we would just watch them, you know? And we knew that we had built something that was gonna last. Gabe Erickson looked me in the eye, swore heíd take care of my familyís money, and then he stole it. So, yeah, Iím sure.

Nate: Now, Erickson... he was arrested a year ago on $130 million stock scam, right?

Kyle: He hasnít even been tried yet.

Nate: So, whatís he doing on that golf course three days ago, hiding behind bodyguards?

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison (controlling pictures on the display): I got the security-camera footage from Eagle Coveís parking lot.

Eliot: Those guys are Federal Marshals. Hardison, zoom in on that gun right there. Thatís a Glock 23, .40 caliber... standard-issue weapon of choice for Marshals Service.

Sophie: Ericksonís in the Witness Protection Program? How did he rate that?

Hardison: I donít have all the information just yet, but it looks like, in addition to the stock scam, heís been laundering money for the mafia, including Don Paolo Brancato, the head of the New York mafia.

Eliot: Erickson doesnít strike me as a mob guy.

Nate: Because heís not. No, he establishes mob ties as a get-out-of-jail-free card. So, if the day ever comes that the S.E.C. discovers his stock fraud...

Parker: Heíll trade his mob records for immunity and a new identity. Sweet! I mean, evil. And clever, but bad.

Hardison: I just found this out. Of the $130 million, $50 millionís missing. They say Erickson stashed it right before his arrest. And found this WITSEC memo dated two days ago. Apparently, being recognized on a golf course is a low-level breach of security.

Eliot: Theyíre gonna move him.

Hardison: Transfer papers are for Friday.

Nate: Yeah, so itís less than a week with that Marshal hanging all over him.

Sophie: And the mob out there, looking for him. I mean, if the guyís careless enough to be found by his own victims, then theyíre not gonna be far behind.

Nate: Okay. So, first, we split up. Now, we donít know enough about this guy to run a job on him, so we got to find out what we can. This Gabe Erickson... he must be employed somewhere.

[Exterior Redstoneís]

(Erickson parks on the street. Marshal Rose pulls up and parks next to him. He leans over to talk through the window)

Erickson: What? Is it time for my 2:00 P.M. lecture? I know... donít contact anyone from my past. Donít tell anyone what I used to be.

Marshal Rose: Well, I didnít realize you were listening, Mr. Cole.

(Erickson goes into the building. Across the street, Eliot looks away when Marshal Rose looks in his direction)


(Eliot watches a young girl walk through the stack, then looks toward the counter where Erickson is reading a comic book while working)

Customer: Here you go. (hands him money) For the wifi. Thanks.

(Erickson pockets the money)

Girl: Is the last ďWarriors of GrunĒ book in?

Erickson: No. And that stupid goblin kills Mistress Ferryweather in the end.

(Girl flounces away, upset. Back in the stacks, Eliot takes a picture of Erickson)

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Second, we need the hook. What does this guy want?

Sophie: Look at the items confiscated after his arrest. Thereís high-end art, properties all over the world, vintage cars... all seized and sold at government auction for pennies on the dollar. Somewhere in there is the thing he loves thatís been taken away forever.

Nate: Okay. Hardison, Parker, youíre on that.

(Parker nods)

[Exterior Street, Suburbs)

(Hardisonís van is tapped into a wiring conduit)

Hardison: So, this is where he lives.

[Interior Van]

(Hardison looks at screen while Parker opens door)

Hardison: Hey. Iím tapped into his DVR. Right now I got detailed records of what heís watching, what heís buying on demand, and all the little bits heís fast-forwarding through.

Parker: Cool. (throws a bag of garbage into the van)

Hardison: Looks like itís just a bunch of car-restoration shows, some soap operas... embarrassing. What you doing?

Parker: Got his garbage. Garbage is always best.

Hardison: I just had Lucille detailed! Oh, are you kidding me? Get... girl... Is that seafood I smell?

Parker: I donít... yeah, a little... whew.

[Leverage Headquarters]

(Hardison goes through several bags of garbage with gloves on when Sophie enters)

Hardison: Iím done. Iím done. I mean, really? I got to be the only one sitting here, sifting through garbage by myself? Yíall canít help? Yíall ainít got hands?

(Sophie throws an empty Chinese food box onto the stack of garbage)

Hardison: Wow.

Nate: You know, the thing about this Erickson guy is that he goes straight home and straight to work. No stops, no friends.

Sophie: And the U.S. Government have him on a very short leash.

Hardison: The guyís basically in jail already. WITSEC is like the ninth circle of hell for guys like him. Like us. I mean, Nate, do you think that you can go back to being John Q and not go insane if you had to give it all up?

Nate: Sure. Maybe. Yeah. Maybe not. I really... I donít think beyond the job thatís right in front of us. I, you know, donít have the luxury to think beyond that, so...

Sophie: Really?

Nate: Hmm?

Sophie: Huh?

Nate: What?

Sophie: Thatís the best youíve got?

Hardison: Hey, guys, I got something.

Nate: Thank God.

Hardison: Looks like he likes building model cars. I got... what is this? A Ď46 Triumph 1800, Ď38 Bantam Roadster.

Nate: So, heís a... heís a car collector.

Sophie: He owned at least a dozen rare vintage cars when he was arrested.

Hardison: Heís got nothing but rare-car shows on his DVR, so...

Nate: You know what we have to do? You know we have to... We have to create a rare-car competition... right here in Portland. So... something, like... you know, with a tent and trophies and... and big lawn and people and... you know, that sort of thing. And... and weíre definitely gonna need... A Packard 1934 original 1101 Roadster coupe.

Sophie: The ďMotor City Mussolini.Ē

Hardison: Hey, you know, Iím on that. I got... Iím on that. (tosses garbage toward Sophie) Sophie, handle that. Thank you. Appreciate it.

Sophie: Oh!

Hardison: Iím out.

(Nate continues to flip through pictures on the display)

Sophie: I donít like that... that whole smug look on his face.

Nate: Yeah. Like heís got a, you know... a $50 million backup plan. Letís go steal it.

[Exterior Street]

(Nate drives a vintage car down the road)


(Erickson places a ĎWifi password $5í sign over the ĎFree Wifií sign)

Erickson (to customer): It just means that itís available.

Customer (hands him $5): Mm.

Erickson: Thank you. (pockets money) So, the password...

(Nate drives by outside, revving the engine. Erickson looks from Nateís car to Marshal Rose waiting in her car)

Erickson: I am now on break.

[Exterior Street]

(Erickson approaches as Nate wipes down the car)

Erickson: Ohhh. (bending to look)

Nate: Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Erickson: Nash-Healey. 1953?

Nate: Pretty rare out here in Lumber-ville. Thatís right.: One of the earliest American-made sports cars. Showed extremely well at Le Mans its first year off the line.

Erickson: Dual jetfire. Inline six. Manual three-speed transmission with overdrive.

Nate: Well, well. You an owner?

Erickson: Used to be.

Nate: Oh. Oh, sorry to hear it. Itís such a shame to lose something you love so much, you know.

Erickson: Itís only temporary.

Nate: You ought to come out tomorrow to the first annual Portland vintage. Itís gonna be quite something. Biggest competition in the Northwest. Itís the only reason I shipped her here.

Erickson: You shipped her yourself?

Nate: Yeah. I mean, I keep most of my collection offshore. Now I do most of my own shipping... ah, tax purposes. (hands him a card) If youíre interested. Hey, and I hope to see you tomorrow. Gonna be something.

Erickson: Hmm. (walks away)

Nate: Hardison, how we doing with the competition?

Hardison: Competitionís all set, Nate.

Nate: All set? Already?

[Exterior House]

(Eliot and Hardison are crouched in some greenery)

Hardison: Hey, easier done than said, man. Craigslist. One simple ad, and these rare-car guys will flock to any empty lot just for a peek at a vintage carburetor.

Eliot: Ownerís heading out of town.

(Owner exits house)

Hardison: He won some trip... all expenses paid to Bora-Bora.

Eliot: Heís a lucky man.

(Owner gets into car and drives away)

[Leverage Headquarters]

Parker: Ericksonís got $50 million. Canít he just buy another one of these Packards?

Nate: No, no, no. Back in the day, there was a legend among car collectors. A lost car... the lost ark of luxury cars.

Sophie: Yeah, the Packard Coupe... It was the limousine of the rich and famous. It was used by movie stars, dignitaries, royalty.

Nate: Yeah, now thereís only 30 of them left in the world. But the legend is of one very special Packard Coupe. It fell off the grid just before the second World War. Owned by Benito Mussolini, plucked from the heart of American industry at the height of fascism.

Parker: We found it in Sacramento? The one Mussolini owned?

Nate: Well, uh, no. We found one that was close enough to Portlandó

[Exterior Driveway]

(Eliot pulls up up a truck and trailer)

Nate: óthat matched the basic right description. Eliot, did you get it yet?

Eliot (exits truck): Thereís 18 hours until competition. We got 10 hours between here and Portland.

Hardison (looking at pad sisplay): Yeah, and about half a dozen security systems to disarm. And thatís just on the car itself.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: That Packard is the golden fleece.

Sophie: And car collectors, a bunch of wealthy eccentrics, canít stop looking for it.

Nate: Yeah, theyíre... theyíre still looking for it. Theyíre convinced itís out there, wasting away somewhere for nearly 70 years.

Parker: So we convince Erickson that we found Mussoliniís lost Packard Coupe. Heíll pay at least what he owes Kyle Davis to acquire it.

Nate: Yes, and in the process, heís gonna have to access his secret $50 million stash. And Hardison can trace where the moneyís hidden.

[Exterior Garage]

(Eliot approaches garage doors)

Hardison: Oh, hey, hey, hey.

(Eliot hesitates, then opens the garage door to reveal a Packard Coupe)

Hardison: No way am I giving up this life to be an ordinary person.

Eliot: Did you talk to Parker about that?

Hardison: What you mean... why would I... No, sheís the least ordinary person I know... you know. Shoot. Wait. Do I have to talk to her about stuff like...

Eliot: Yeah.

Hardison: ĎCause I... You know what? Just forget it. Letís get to work.

[Portland Vintage Car Show]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Portland vintage car show. Judging of all the concourse events will begin shortly.

(Marshal Rose and Erickson walk through the show)

Marshal Rose: I see, once again, I have to explain the rules of WITSEC to you.

Erickson: I just want an hour... half-hour.

Marshal Rose: Unless you want a mob bullet in the back of your skull, do not engage in any activities from your old life. Never contact anyone from your old life.

Erickson: This isnít what I signed up for. I just want five minutes. Could you forget about rules for five minutes?

Marshal Rose: Youíve been forgetting about the rules for 10 months now, and Iím still mad at you for that little trip to the golf course the other day.

Erickson: Youíre mad? Iím supposed to be in Arizona, not Portland. (walks away)

Nate: Theyíre headed your way, and the Marshal is all over him.

Sophie (approaches Erickson): We need a 10-second window.

Nate: Iíll see what I can do.

Parker (approaches Sophie): Excuse me. Iím so sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me. Um, my grandfather just passed.

Sophie: Oh, Iím sorry to hear that.

Parker: Well, he left me a farm nearby, and in the back barn, I found a classic car, I think. A Packard 110-something-or-other.

(Erickson is interested and begins to follow them discretely)

Parker: But I know so little about cars, I was wondering if you...

Sophie: Well, thereís a guy called Phil. (points) Heís set up over there. Heís got a beautiful Alfa Romeo. Iím sure he can help you.

Parker: Thanks.

Sophie: Good luck.

Announcer: See the evolution of the Porsche 911 through the decades on the north lawn.

(Sophie walks away. Erickson follows Parker. Marshal Rose tries to follow but Nate intercepts her)

Nate: You know, I... I always felt they made the judges in these things dress too serious. Yeah, no, no. They told me youíd be here at 11:15. Itís 11:30. I just wanted you to see my sweetheart before... yeah, itís just right over here. Itís this beauty right here, this...

Marshal Rose (jerks Nate around): Iím not a judge. (looks around for Erickson, then to Nate) Are we gonna have a problem?

Erickson (to Parker): Uh, excuse me, miss.

Parker: Hi.

Erickson: Hi. I couldnít help but overhear you earlier.

Parker: Oh, about my grandfather? I know. Itís such a shame, isnít it?

Erickson: No. I... I mean, yes, it... yeah, of course itís a shame. But I was actually talking about the car that he left you. The Packard 1101 Coupe?

Parker: Youíre familiar with it?

Erickson: Oh, yes.

Parker: Oh, terrific! Yes, um, well, my grandparents emigrated from Italy after World War II and brought it back with them. But grandpaís kept it in the barn ever since, so... Probably didnít want anyone to think heíd stolen it. An immigrant, he was poor.

Parker: What...

Erickson: I could go look at it right now if youíd like.

Parker: Um, no, Iím sorry. Itís... itís still a little...

Erickson: I understand. Iíve had things I love taken away from me, too. Okay. (moves to leave)

Parker: W... wait. Iím Bonnie. Myerson.

Erickson: Jim. Jim Cole. Nice to meet you.

Parker: Nice to meet you.

Erickson: Shall we?

Parker: Yes. (they begin to walk together) The barnís just about two miles from here.

Nate (watching them walk away): Okay, Hardison, Eliot, are we up and running at the barn?

[Interior Barn]

Hardison: Not exactly. (entering barn with gas tank and hose) The freeway was like a classic-car parking lot. Thought somebody was gonna try to race us for pinks.

(Eliot spreads dust on the vehicle)

Nate: Okay, well, we got less than five minutes to turn a car that looksó

[Portland Vintage Car Show]

Nate: óbrand-new into the old relic that Erickson is coming to see, or we are blown.

[Interior Barn]

(Eliot siphons gas from the vehicle with a hose. Hardison places cobwebs on tires. The two men continue to make the car look like itís been sitting in the barn a long time, finishing with putting a tarp on it)

Eliot (running toward truck): Letís go!

Hardison (picking up some equipment before following): Thanks for the help. Appreciate it.

(A few minutes later, Erickson pulls the tarp from the car and studies it while Parker watches)

Erickson: Itís a 1934 Packard 1101. It is spectacular. (examines car) Some of these pieces look like theyíve been restored.

Parker: Oh?

Erickson: Old-world craftsmanship. They used to build these to last.

Nate (on comm.): Push the history, Parker.

Parker: You know, I think someone very wealthy gifted this car to my grandfather right before Italy bowed out of the war. You know, maybe someone he worked for?

Erickson: But you donít know where he worked?

Parker: No, he didnít really talk about it. But, ah, my grandmother once let something slip about ďThe Palace.Ē

Erickson: Ah. Thatís interesting.

Nate (on comm.): Parker, drop some more Italian names.

[Portland Vintage Car Show]

Sophie: Sheís got it, Nate. You know, the trick is knowing when to leave the party.

Nate: Ah. When does it end?

Sophie: Gabe Erickson could tell you. Sometime before you lose everything you showed up with.

Nate: You know, I... I showed up to the party empty-handed, but I met a nice girl. You know, maybe if I play my cards right...

Sophie: Nate, the reason you canít look to the future...

Nate: Sophie.

Sophie: Is because youíre still motivated by the past. I just hope that one day... with or without me... Ďcause that doesnít matter... you can put it all behind you.

(Sophie walks away while Nate watches, smiling)

[Interior Barn]

Parker: I read online that Clark Gable had two of these.

Erickson: Itís probably just a myth. I had an old car buddy of mine named Charlie, knew every rumor in the book. Hell, he probably made up half of them to pump up the sale price. What if I told you that I wanted to buy this car?

Parker: Oh, well, I... I was just hoping you could tell me if it was valuable.

Erickson: Oh, any car from this era is gonna have value, but the engineís on its last legs, and the inlaid wood in the coach, the paint... Iíll tell you what... why donít I go home? Iíll do a little research, Iíll come back, and Iíll make you a fair offer. Huh? You can trust me. I promise.

[Portland Vintage Car Show]

Nate: Okay, guys, weíve bought ourselves a few more hours. Hardison, breadcrumbs... the Myerson family and the car itself. Sophie, Eliot, we need to distract the Marshal just a little bit longer. You know what to do.

[Erickson Home]

Marshall Rose (on phone): Where are you? I swear, if you even think of running off on me, I will use every means in my...

(doorbell rings. Marshall Rose hangs up and goes to answer door to find Eliot and Sophie standing there with a dish of food)

Sophie: Hello.

Eliot: How you doing?

Sophie: We just moved in two doors down. Iím Frannie McElroy. This is my husband...

Eliot: Barry McElroy.

Sophie: Weíre the McElroys. Is your husband around? We heard that you two are just so sweet.

Eliot: Let me ask you a question. What kind of security system are you guys using? ĎCause you never can be too careful these days.

Marshal Rose: You know what? This really isnít a good time, so if you two could come back another t...

Sophie: Oh! Before I forget. (hands her the dish) We baked you a fruitcake. Just a little something to thank you for letting us join your neighborhood!

(Marshal Rose closes the door in their faces, then turns to look out peep hole. She reenters the kitchen and throws away the cake, placing the tray on the counter)

[Exterior Erickson Home]

(Sophie and Eliot walk away)

Sophie: They always throw out the cake, but they keep the tray.

[Erickson Home]

(Erickson enters, looks at Marshall Rose and sighs)

Marshal Rose: Where have you been?

Erickson: What, do I have to tell you everything I do now?

[Interior Van]

(Hardison and Parker listen to broadcast, checking information on display)

Marshal Rose: We have to be joined at the hip. You canít just go anywhere you please. Not anymore.

Erickson: Well, Iím here now.

Marshal Rose: That is not the point.

Hardison: I guess thatís what itís like, huh? Retirement?

Parker: Mm-hmm.

Erickson: Youíre trying to run my life. I got to work. I come home. I go to work. I come home.

[Erickson Home]

Erickson: I mean, youíre smothering me!

[Interior Van]

Hardison (laughs): Just all up in each otherís business 24/7. Nothing to do.

Parker: I could never retire. Could you... would you ever...

Hardison (quickly): Mnh-mnh. Mm. No, hell, no.

Parker: Good. Good.

Hardison: Are you sure you...

Parker: Mm. Good. Then weíre on the same page.

Hardison: Eliot told you.

Parker: You were flailing just a little bit.

Hardison: A skosh?

Parker: Yeah, a skosh.

[Erickson Home]

Marshal Rose: Thereís a problem. This couple... they rang the bell. They said that they moved in a few doors down. I didnít actually see anyone moving in! The house is empty, and they were acting really strange.

Erickson: Acting strange? In Portland?

Marshal Rose: They could be hired guns.

Erickson: Youíre overreacting.

Marshal Rose: You get recognized on the golf course, and two days later, Mr. And Mrs. Smith show up? How do I get you to understand that there are people trying to kill you?! The kind of people that...

Erickson (walks away): Iím gonna go to my crappy bookstore job now. Is that okay with you?

Marshal Rose: Fine.

(Marshal Rose sees Ericksonís phone on the counter, picks it up, and enables the GPS tracker. As Erickson returns, heading for the door, she calls out)

Marshal Rose: Hey. Your phone.

(Erickson returns for his phone)


(Erickson types on laptop while Hardison sits in a van outside)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: I got the bookstore covered. I cloned his laptop, and Iím wired into his phone. Weíre in, baby. Cha-ching.


(Erickson continues to type on laptop)

[Interior Van]

Hardison (watching Ericksonís search): This guy knows what heís doing. He spent the last hour playing six degrees of immigration. Now heís looking for records of upkeep and parts ordered for our Packard.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Yeah, well, he wants to make sure the carís been parked in the barn since the war.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Iím on it. (types on keyboard)

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: There we go. Specialty website. Okay, look. Iím logged into a chat room for classic cars.

Sophie: How many people are there?

Hardison: 12.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: 7 of them are me.


(Erickson picks up his phone and dials)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Okay, guys, we got a problem. Right now heís calling the granddaughter of Mussoliniís custom-coach builder... in Italy.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Okay. Hardison, uh, divert the call.

Sophie: Huh?

[Interior Van]

(Hardison types on keyboard)

[Leverage Headquarters]

(phone rings)

Nate: Ready?

(Nate opens the call, Sophie speaks Italian, and Nate hangs up)


(Erickson hangs up and sighs, then dials another number)

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Heís dialing a number. Itís got a Manhattan code. I think itís somebody he knows.

[Interior Shop]

Charlie (answering phone): Yeah.

Erickson: Charlie?


Erickson: Itís Erickson.

Charlie: Gabe Erickson.

[Interior Shop]

Charlie: Blast from the past. How you been?

Erickson: Iím about to be a lot better.


Erickson: I need everything you got on the Motor City Mussolini.

Charlie: You know same as me.

[Interior Shop]

Charlie: Last seen being driven by one soon-to-be-dead Italian dictator. Most recent photo... 1935.


Erickson: I think he may have gifted it to his butler or whatever. And the guy took off to the states when it went South.

Charlie: Hey, if you found a Packard that spent some time off the grid, you just hit pay dirt.

[Interior Shop]

Charlie: What show you snooping around at?


Erickson: The, uh... Portland Vintage.

Charlie: Never heard of it.

Erickson: Neither have I. (hangs up) Oh, what the hell? (dials another number)

Parker: Hello?

Erickson: Bonnie. Hi! Jim Cole. Tell you what... Iíd like to pay cash for that car.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Okay, Hardison, tell me as soon as he accesses those accounts so Parker can do what she needs to do.

[Interior Car]

Sophie: Iím thinking $550,000, $600,000.

Eliot: No way. $300,000, maybe $400,000.

[Interior Van]

(Watches Erickson leave Redstones with a bag, then opens his trunk)

Hardison: Hey, guys. It looks like Ericksonís bringing a bag of money to the barn. By the size of the bag, Iíd say itís a couple hundred thousandó

[Interior Car]

(Sophie gives Eliot a look)

Hardison: ótops. But Iíve been monitoring

[Interior Van]

(Erickson counts some money in the bag, looking around as if he doesnít want to be seen)

Hardison: óevery move heís made for the last 24 hours, both physically and virtually. He didnít access any accounts to get that money.

(Erickson closes trunk and gets into car before driving away)

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Can somebody please tell me how a witness in federal protection gets his hands on a couple hundredó

[Interior Car]

Nate: óthousand dollars we donít know about?


(Eliot watches from the stacks)

Customer: Here you go. (hands him money) For the wifi. Thanks.

(Erickson pockets the money, Eliot takes a picture)

[Interior Car]

(Eliot shows Sophie the picture he took of Erickson taking money)

Eliot: He was selling people free Internet for five bucks a pop at the bookstore.

Sophie: The parking-lot scam. Thatís old-school.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Yeah, I bet heís been running dozens of the same scam for the last 10 months. Hardison, hereís what I need you to do immediately... go over to that barn. I want you to play a rival bidder, okay?

[Interior Van]

Nate: We need that guy to access those secret accounts.

(Hardison starts van)

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Eliot, Sophie, you stay with the Marshal. Do whateveró

[Interior Car]

Nate: óyou have to do to keep her dialed in.

[Interior Barn]

Erickson: What do you mean that there is a rival bidder?

Parker: Iím sorry. I just know if $150,000 is worth the years... possibly decades... that my grandfather spent...

Erickson: Is it Gustavsen? Itís Gustavsen, isnít it?

(in the doorway, Hardison catches their attention by making noise with a tape measurer)

[Exterior Erickson Home]

(Marshal walks out of the house looking at her phone, sees Ericksonís location)

Marshal Rose: Such a bastard.

(Marshal sees Eliotís car drive past slowly, Sophie waving)

[Interior Barn]

Hardison (to Parker): I want it.

Erickson: For what?

Hardison: To unlock its... (measuring car) artistic potential. This wheel well... that one, too... would serve as the perfect base for my... my next expression.

Erickson: Let me get this straight. Youíre gonna take this car... this car... and youíre gonna dismantle it for parts? Ah, you...

Hardison: Shh, shh. Mnh-mnh. Not parts. I donít... I donít... I donít see parts. I see links to a very specific time and place. I select only those that best capture the gripping detail of their origins... the grille of a 1921 Bentley. The side-door panels of a Mercer Cobra.

Erickson (panting): You took apart a 1921 Bentley... and a Mercer Cobra?

Hardison: Yes, they were acquired at a government auction last year. Welded into...

Erickson (desperate): Iíll give you $300,000 for this car.

Hardison: $500,000.

Erickson: $600,000.

Hardison: $700,000.

Erickson: I will give you 7... 7... $750,000 for this car.

Parker: Sold. (laughs)

Hardison: For shame.

Parker: Out.

[Exterior Barn]

Erickson (on phone): Pass code... 2294. Client number...

[Interior Van]

(Hardison enters and sits down at computer)

Erickson: 66155. $600,000 American, wired to primary location.

[Exterior Barn]

Erickson: First password... Boesky.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Hardison, you getting all this?

[Interior Van]

Erickson: Second is Milken.

Hardison: Iím working on it.

Erickson: Third... Steinbrenner.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: Whereís the guy on the other end of the line?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Well, thatís the problem. There is no guy. Ericksonís leaving a recording on an Internet voice-mail. Itís kind of like a dead drop. His account manager accesses the recording, so thereís never any direct link betweenó

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: óErickson and his secret accounts. Iím tracking the I.P. address, but until we can actuallyó

[Interior Van]

Hardison: óget a bank location, these passwords are useless.

[Exterior Barn]

(Erickson pulls Nateís card from his pocket and dials his phone)

Nate: Hello?

Erickson: Hi. Remember me from two days ago outside the coffee shop?

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: ďUsed to be an owner.Ē

[Exterior Barn]

Erickson: Iím about to be again.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Nate: How can I help you?

[Exterior Hardware]

(Sophie and Eliot walk across the parking lot with a shopping cart full of miscellaneous equipment, an axe and a shovel that they begin putting into the trunk of Eliotís car)

Sophie: She there?

Eliot: Yeah, sheís in the back of the parking lot, watching us like a hawk.

(Marshal Rose is watching from across the lot)

Sophie: Are we being suspicious enough?

(Eliot hands her the axe)

Sophie: Never mind.

(Marshal Rose continues to watch as they load the car)

Sophie: So, what do you think youíre gonna do after all this is done?

Eliot: Always wanted to open up my own restaurant. Now Iím probably gonna get stuck making sure Hardisonís doesnít go out of business. Throw a couple of drunks out every once in a while. Maybe the place will get robbed once a year.

(Sophie looks at a coil of rope)

Eliot: Donít- donít use that.

Sophie: Hmm?

Eliot: For future references, you can chew right through it.

Sophie: Huh. (puts rope into the trunk) Any other tips from back in the day, when you used to... (makes slashing motion across her neck) people?

(Eliot walks around the car while Sophie pushes the cart away. Marshal Rose watches as they enter the vehicle)

[Exterior Field]

(Sophie watches Eliot digging a hole)

Eliot: After sunset, this field is gonna be completely dark. No clear sight lines from the road. First thing to find a body out here would be a coyote...

Sophie: Okay. Now Iím scared.

Eliot: Iím here.

Sophie: Eliot. Youíre whatís scaring me.

(Marshal Rose approaches through the grass, watching and listening)

Sophie: So, just for argumentís sake, which one of us do you think would cope better? You know, with being an ordinary person? You know, without going... mad?

Eliot: Me. (continues digging)

Sophie: Really? ĎCause, um... well, you know, I was thinking me.

Eliot (firm): Itís me.

(Marshal Rose looks at display on phone showing a cash transfer)

Marshal Rose: Theyíre not mob hit men. Theyíre hit men for... (walks away, dials her phone) Yeah. Portland police?

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Nate: Okay, Parker, Hardison, get here as soon as you can.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: All right, got it, Nate. Weíre on our way.

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Nate (into phone): Uh, Cole, yes. Um, so, Iím at the warehouse with the car. The Myerson girl is on her way to sign the papers and everything, only I donít see you. Yeah, the place is like an aircraft carrier. Uh, I guess Iím at the, uh, the South end, so, uh, give me a call when you get this. (hangs up)

[Exterior Field]

(Eliot steps out of the hole heíd dug while Sophie stretches)

Sophie: Iím tired.

Eliot: Youíre tired? Must be all this fresh air youíre breathing.

(sirens sound in the distance)

Eliot: Whereís the Marshal? You see her? Theyíre coming for us. Go.

(they throw the shovel in the trunk and get into the car)

Sophie: Nate, Marshal Rose called the cops. Theyíre on our way to us now.

(Eliot starts the car and drives away)

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Nate: Guys, is our cover blown? What did she tell the police? Do either one of you know where the Marshal is right now?

(Marshal Rose puts a gun to the back of Nateís head and he turns to look at her. She handcuffs him to a chair)

Marshal Rose: Tried to distract me while your two friends spoke to Cole about murdering me for money.

Nate: Look, I... what are you talking about?

Erickson (approaching): Yeah, what are you talking about?

Marshal Rose (laughs): Iím talking about the two hit men you hired to have me killed. Three if you count this guy.

Erickson: I didnít hire anybody to kill you.

Nate (softly): Uh, guys, I need a little help, here.

[Interior Car]

(Eliot and Sophie are being chased by police cruisers)

Eliot: Yeah, weíre a little busy right now, too, Nate!

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Uh, Nate, look... weíre coming, man. Weíre coming.

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Erickson: How the hell did you find me, anyway?

Marshal Rose: I activate the GPS tracker on your phone. I followed you to the building.

(Erickson scoffs)

Marshal Rose: What? Youíre pissed at me? I could gun you down right now for plotting to kill a federal Marshal, and nobody would even ask me any questions!

Erickson: Nobodyís plotting to kill you, you idiot!

Nate: Okay, guys, due respect, both of you. Due respect. (moves chair closer) Listen, I donít think anyoneís hiring hit men to kill either one of you. Now, all Mr. Cole did, here, was buy a vintage car for $750,000 and ask me to help with the shipping of it overseas. Thatís all. Thatís the only reason Iím here. So if youíd kindly just let me go.

Marshal Rose: You didnít.

Erickson: Ehh.

Marshal Rose: Tell me you didnít! (punches Erickson) I did not sell out the Marshals service so that you could throw away all of our planning on a car!

Erickson: God, that hurt. You are not in control, Ellie! Iím the one in control here. Iíve been in control since the second you agreed to get me out of the country after I testify.

Marshal Rose: I agreed for $5 million, Erickson!

[Interior Van]

Parker: Well, I guess we know why they canít stand each other.

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Marshal Rose: And that payday is two years from now! You canít go 10 months without doing something stupid!

Nate: Actually, I thought he got terrific valuation on the car.

Marshal Rose: Shut up!

Erickson: Thank you.

Marshal Rose: The government is gonna find the money. This time or next time. Theyíre just waiting for you to screw up and lead them back to your little hiding place. (points gun at him) What are you gonna do then?

Erickson: Y... youíre not gonna shoot me. Youíre not gonna shoot me Ďcause you know how itíll make you look. Like you screwed up the biggest assignment of your life.

Nate: And you wonít get the $5 million. Just... observing.

Marshal Rose: Thatís why Iím gonna shoot you.

Nate: Whoa, hey, hey. I...

Erickson: Wait. Why you gonna kill him?

Marshal Rose: So we can fake your death, idiot. And get you out of the country today. I want to get paid! A mob dentist I used to protect... heíll fake all the records. Weíll burn his body.

Erickson: I like this plan.

Nate: Sounds really interesting. (whispering to comm.) Uh, guys, Eliot, Sophie, you got to come here. Bring the cops as soon as you possibly can.

Erickson: So, what are you mumbling about?

Nate (softly): Hardison?

[Interior Van]

Parker: Be there in a sec.

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Nate (softly): And bring some orange soda.

[Interior Van]

Parker: What?

Hardison: I canít dip into my stash, Nate.

Parker: Just... just... just bring the man a soda!

Hardison: Okay.

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Nate: Look (crosses legs) I know how hard it is for a person to change their nature. I have some experience in this. You are in what is called a transitional period.

Erickson: You picked up on that, did ya?

Nate: Let me give you some advice that, um, someone gave me. Itís very hard to move forward and be happy until you stop looking to the past.

Erickson: Give me the gun. Iíll shoot him myself.

Marshal Rose: Wait. Stop. Stop. Stop. (sirens sound in distance) Did you hear that?

Erickson: No, just give me the gun. I want to shoot him.

Marshal Rose: No, shut up!

Erickson: Iíve never shot anybody.

Marshal Rose: The cops are gonna be here any minute, and this is all your fault because you couldnít keep your hands off your wallet.

Nate: M... Marshal, you know, I know youíre upset and everything, but, really, you canít blame him for something that happened yesterday. Past is the past. I mean, you canít blame him for anything that happened 20 minutes ago, 2 minutes ago. What you need to be thinking about, I think, is whatís gonna happen next.

[Interior Car]

Sophie: Can somebody record this? I want a record of this.

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Nate: The cops might be outside this building right now, and theyíre gonna come in and everythingÖ

(Parker and Hardison walk carefully between several large drums, but seeing several men, move back into hiding)

Nate: Öbut you both still have a moment, a chance to get outside and... and ...and plan your getaway.

Hardison: Nate. Youíre not gonna believe who just showed up.

(camera closes in on several mob men)


Don Paulo: What could you give me thatíll make me reconsider asking my two associates here to tie you up in a bag with the nearest mountain lion? I...

(phone rings)

Charlie: Can I...

(Don Paulo shrugs)

Charlie (answers phone): Yeah?

Erickson: Charlie? Itís Erickson.

Charlie: Gabe Erickson. Blast from the past. How you been?

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Don Paulo: Want you guys to watch the doors. You guys come with me. I donít care about the cops. I want Erickson.

Hardison: Nate, itís Don Paolo Brancato, man. Heís headed your way.

[Interior Car]

Eliot: All right, I see the warehouse up ahead, Nate, but we still got cops on us. Itís gonna take a couple more minutes.

[Interior Warehouse, Docks]

Marshal Rose: Just shut up and let me think for a minute!

(mob men approach from out of sight)

Erickson: What good is that gonna do us?

Nate: If the cops, in fact, are gonna come in here, you might want to make it less obvious that youíre holding a hostage!

Erickson: Thatís actually not a bad idea.

Marshal Rose: No, no!

Erickson: Now, if we just untie him...

Marshal Rose: I can say that I just arrested him.

Erickson: If we untie him, weíre not gonna be in trouble.

Marshal Rose: Donít touch him!

(Don Paulo and his men enter the area. Erickson grabs Marshal Roseís gun and points it toward the mob men)

Don Paulo: Hello, Erickson.

Erickson: How did you find me?

Don Paulo: You called our mutual friend, Charlie.

Marshal Rose: Oh, you are an idiot.

Erickson: Shut up.

Don Paulo: Granted, that only got us to Portland. But then, when we traced your phone, seems you left your GPS tracking on.

Marshal Rose: All right, that oneís on me.

Erickson: Just put the gun down. Iím serious, Brancato. Just... put the guns down. (backing away nervously) Put the guns down, or Iíll sh... oh!

(Erickson trips over the bag of money and the gun goes off, shooting toward the ceiling and richocheting. The mob men hide)

Nate (pushing the chair back): Whoa!

Thug: I canít see him!

Thug 2: Check over there!

(Marshal Rose hides behind a stack of boxes and pulls a second gun from her ankle holster. She fires several shots toward the mob men who return fire. Hardison pulls Nateís chair around a corner out of the line of fire)

Nate: Parker, a little help?

(Parker undoes Nateís handcuffs. Nate takes the bottle of orange soda that Hardison was drinking from and pours it out under a skid)

Hardison: What are you doing? What are you doing? That is the good stuff, imported from Mexico!

(Nate fills the bottle from one of the containers nearby)

Sophie: Nate, the cops are at the north side.

(several mob men see her and walk toward her, not seeing Eliot behind them)

Sophie: The South entrance will be clear in 10 seconds.

(Eliot punches each of the men, knocking them out)

Sophie: Make it five.

(Marshal Rose continues to exchange gunfire with the mob men. They see Erickson run across an opening and several follow him)

Thug: Come on!

(Marshal Rose moves away and the mob men move off into the warehouse)

Parker: You think itíll work?

Nate: It has to.

Hardison: What will work?

Nate: Lots of cars in the Ď30s were diesels. They would run on vegetable oil. Weíre gonna fuel up the Packard and try to...

Hardison: The car?! The car thatís all the way over there?! You mean we got to run over there and get in the car, drive through a gunfight, and pray that itís bulletproof like the Batmobile?!

(a bullet ricochets nearby)

Hardison: Okay, Iím in. Letís go. Go, go.

(they run toward the car. Marshal Rose moves through the stacks of crates carefully, sees the bag of money and grabs it. Erickson runs through the stacks and fires at some of the mob men before running for cover)

Erickson: Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Just stop shooting! Stop shooting! I wasnít... I wasnít gonna testify against you.

(Nate pours the vegetable oil into the fuel tank of the car)

Erickson: I was just trying to avoid prosecution.

(a bullet richochets near Ericksonís head. Nate, Hardison and Parker get into the car)

Erickson: Aah! Wait, wait, wait! I have $50 million in the Cayman Islands. Iíll give you half.

(mob men shoot at him)

Erickson: Okay! You can have all of it.

(another mob man shoots at Erickson from the other direction. He screams and runs)

Nate: Okay, Hardison, what are there, a couple of dozen banks down there in the Caymans?

Hardison: Nate, get the car started. Worry about the stash later.

(Nate attempts to start the car. It hesitates, then catches and he pulls away. As he drives down the rows of crates, Erickson steps out, pointing a gun at them)

Erickson: Stop! Please stop!

Hardison: Nate.

Parker: Nate.

(Nate continues to drive at Erickson)

Hardison: Nate!

Erickson: Thatís my car! (dives out of the way) No!

Hardison: Nate!

(Nate drives out of the warehouse. Sophie and Eliot step out from around the corner and follow them out. Erickson watches them go)

Officer (on loudspeaker): This is the Portland police. We have the building surrounded.

Cop: Freeze!

(Officerís surround Erickson, all pointing guns at him. He drops his weapon)

Officer (on loudspeaker): Come out with your hands up.

(behind them, Don Paulo peeks out, then runs away)

[Portland Vintage Car Show]

(Don Paulo sits at a table with Nate)

Don Paulo: You actually put all this together?

Nate: We handed out the trophies yesterday, but these people, they ...they just wonít leave.

Don Paulo: You asked to speak with me, Mr. Ford, so letís speak.

Nate: We recovered the $50 million from Ericksonís bank in the Caymans. I would like to distribute that money to the people he stole it from.

Don Paulo: I have no claim on that money. And I donít believe I wish to pick a fight with a man such as yourself... If I can avoid it. What about the Marshal?

Nate: Iíll take care of her.

[Canadian Airport]

(Marshal Rose stands at a counter with the bag of money at her feet and hands her passport to an agent)

Announcer: Welcome to Canada. Please have your passport or nexus card out and available for inspection.

Marshal Rose: Just a little weekend getaway.

Announcer: You must provide receipts for any purchases made out of country.

(Agent stamps her passport and hands it back to Marshal Rose)

Marshal Rose: Thank you.

(Marshal Rose bends and picks up the bag but a man grabs her arm)

FBI Agent: Hold it there, Marshal.

(another agent places the bag on the counter and opens it, revealing the money and Ericksonís phone with the GPS still turned on. Marshal Rose sighs)

[Portland Vintage Car Show]

Nate: There is one other thing Iíd like to ask of you, and that is that you or any of your associates leave Erickson alone in prison.

Don Paulo: Out of the question. I need Erickson dead.

Nate: Well, no. No, you just need him quiet, really. He was picked up by the police. His Marshalís gone rogue. Heís losing his immunity as we speak. Heís gonna stand trial for his financial infractions and go to jail for a very long time. Let him live and enjoy it.

Don Paulo: You know, my organization, in its original and purest form, was law enforcement. Neighborhoods where the police didnít have the ability to enforce the law.

Nate: Mm. There was a purpose. They were trying to build something.

Don Paulo: We lost sight of that.

Nate (looks around): Well, we can all be better, huh?

[Brew Pub]

Nate: Gonna be hard work getting that landscaping business up again?

Kyle: The thing Iíve learned about hard work, Mr. Ford... Makes coming home at night to the people that love you feel even better.

Nate: Thatís true. Hey, take care.

(Kyle leaves. Nate looks toward Sophie, who is sitting at the bar. Hardison enters)

Nate: Oh, hey. The car?

Hardison: Back where we found it.

Nate: Oh, good. The ownerís gonna be back soon.

Hardison: Now, let me just roll this back for a second, Nate. You knew that that Mussolini car would drive Erickson crazy. So crazy that he would call his old car contact, access secret bank accounts, turn on his Marshal babysitter, and almost get taken out by the mob guys that he planned to testify against?

Nate: Mm-hmm.

Hardison: Thatís like five different things nobody could have ever known would happen.

Nate: I only knew three of the five.

Hardison: Ah. I knew it. See, which three?

(Nate looks at him, then walks away)

Hardison: Oh, come on, Nate, donít... Donít do me like that, Nate. Donít do me like that, Nate.

(Nate sits at the bar with Sophie)

Sophie: I couldnít help overhearing what you said in the warehouse about putting the past behind you.

Nate: I had a gun to my head.

Sophie: This is our bar. Iím sure I can rustle up a gun somewhere.

Nate: Mm. You were wrong about one thing.

Sophie: Really? Because I couldnít possibly be right, could I?

Nate (leans closer): Wanting to move on with or without you... it matters. We matter.

The End

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