[metallic clicking]
[upbeat music playing]
[Leo] No one can pinpoint the exact moment it all fell apart.
When emotions got too high…
when the weapons came out…
when the fear got the upper hand…
when the leader didn't have it in him anymore.
[tense music playing]
Every bad decision…
every wrong step…
replay them all, if you want.
Suspicion, guilt, lies.
["Fitzpleasure" playing]
[Leo exhales]
[inhales deeply]
♪ Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-ah-la ♪
[Leo struggling]
♪ La ♪
♪ Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-ah ♪
♪ Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-ah-la ♪
♪ La la la la la la la ♪
♪ Oh… ♪
[Leo] No one can pinpoint the exact moment it all fell apart.
[gasps]
♪ Blinded by the lights ♪
[wind whistling]
[panting]
[engine starts]
[man on radio] I've covered storms for nearly 30 years,
I've rarely seem a hybrid storm like…
[woman 1] …a trifecta of destruction.
[man 2] …calling it the perfect storm.
[woman 2] Ocean surges coming…
[man 2] As Ignacio leaves the city and heads north,
we have reports of an explosion at the Center Mall.
[man 3] All over the city, there is utter devastation.
Every street, every place that you can see…
[woman 3] Right here in Times Square, so much of the island sitting in the dark,
while glittering in the distance,
the rest of the skyline shining as it always has.
[dramatic music playing]
Where the fuck do you think you're going?
[Leo] We're blown.
Three days, Tupper Lake. It's not safe here.
Get the bonds and take them to the fence.
Where are the bonds?
In the truck. Where you were supposed to be.
My job was to put them in the elevator.
I did that. Okay?
I go up, there's no bonds and no truck.
Where's Ava? Weren't you with her?
Where's Bob? Weren't you with him?
[exhales] Yeah. Yeah, um, we got separated.
-I thought he'd be back here. -Well, nobody is.
We take these passports, we get out of here.
I didn't do everything that I just did to walk away with nothing.
Until we've got those bonds, no one's going anywhere.
You think somebody screwed us?
Because everyone's so fucking trustworthy?
-What about the FBI, Leo? -They must've heard the alarms.
No, no. I heard it on the comms.
The FBI showed up before the alarms came on,
which means that someone told them.
Which means we've got a rat.
[vehicle approaching, stops]
[gun cocks]
[car door opens, closes]
[banging on door]
[Stan] Leo!
[Leo] Get in here!
Man, relax!
-Who was that? -What, Damarion?
What the fuck is a Damarion?
It's cool. He's Hungarian. He gave me this pear actually.
-You had a friend drive you? -No, of course not. Uh…
Stan, did you…
Did you Uber to the meet?
I mean, it was Lyft
'cause surge pricing is ridiculous right now.
Look, I don't know how to hotwire a car. Okay?
I'm not you.
I have a fake account. I use it to make drop-offs.
Why didn't you take the truck?
It wasn't there, man, but I'll tell you who was.
Look who decided to show up.
Where's your husband?
I don't know.
What about RJ?
Where's RJ, Judy?
Leo doesn't have the bonds.
You gotta be shitting me.
All that was for nothing?
That whole grade A, prize-winning clusterfuck was for nothing?
-Somebody's got the bonds-- -Yeah, someone's got them!
-He's halfway to Fiji. -[Leo] Nobody is.
I bet someone's on a plane right now
with a mimosa in one hand and a middle finger in the other.
Bob didn't take the bonds!
He's gonna try to kill us and not take the bonds?
How the fuck do you know that, Judy, huh?
[panting]
Roger? I got here as fast as I could.
I saw them on the feed.
They couldn't have gotten far.
I just want to know who they are and how the hell they got into my vault.
Please check on every video feed, every alarm log.
Get a full systems analysis.
-Okay. -[elevator dings]
And a forensics team.
Carlos, what the fuck happened?
[Carlos] I…
I had one of them.
[Hannah] Did you recognize him?
-[Carlos] They've been drugged. -You think?
Last six hours of video have been wiped.
[bee buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[Hannah] Whoa.
Get a dive team. I want eyes inside now.
The bond cases are waterproof. The bonds themselves should be safe.
You know what else was supposed to be waterproof?
The entire fucking vault!
[cell phone chimes]
We have guests.
-[Roger] What's the FBI doing here? -I don't know.
-[Roger] Get 'em out. -They could be useful.
Stefan Thiele has ears everywhere, Hannah,
including the FBI.
I don't want him getting wind of this until I know those bonds are safe. Go.
-[elevator chimes] -I'm gonna find my way down.
We have probable cause.
Agent Abbasi, FBI. We're looking for Roger Salas.
Uh, I'm afraid Mr. Salas is tied up at the moment.
I'm Hannah Kim, head of digital security.
We have reason to believe your vault was robbed.
How dramatic.
But if we had been robbed, I would be the first to know.
We have informants inside the crew.
I see. Well, fortunately, everything down at SLS is safe and sound.
Yet you're all here at 4:00 a.m. In the tail of a hurricane.
-[Samuel] If there'd been an attempt-- -Which there wasn't.
Not telling us about it would be obstruction of justice.
Short of you coming back with a warrant, I'm--
Agents! Roger Salas.
Thank you so much for checking on us.
Luckily it's all just a false alarm, some, uh, minor water damage.
Well, we'd like to come down. Take a look.
No, I'd be happy to let you with advance notice.
My clients are very private people.
Can't allow just anyone inside. You understand.
We're not just anyone. We're the FBI.
At certain levels, the rest of us are all "just anyone."
We've taken enough of your time.
They don't have anything. They're just fishing.
[cell phone vibrating]
Okay, so we can't get into SLS,
but maybe we can find the people who robbed it.
Mercer's in the Con-Ed truck. We can get on the traffic cam.
-We could track her truck. -Follow her to the meet.
I'm sorry, buddy, but after tonight, I don't trust any of you.
Better you think you know somebody, easier they can fool you.
Three days. Tupper Lake.
[Judy gasps]
What? Without the bonds?
It's not safe here. What part of that aren't you getting?
The part that's not leaving without our money.
We get the passports once we have the bonds.
-If Salas finds us-- -How's he going to find us?
-There's no video, no prints. -What about the vault?
[Stan] It's basically SeaWorld at this point.
[Leo] What if we left something that can be connected to us?
[Stan] It was clean. There's no way Salas can track us.
-[exhales sharply] -[Leo] What about the amp?
[Judy] It's full-on generic RadioShack gear. It's untraceable.
Stan, where are your glasses?
No, I…
I probably…
Fuck!
[Samuel] That's Ava Mercer, right? Out of the gate at 3:23 a.m.
Five minutes later, she's at Essex and Delancey.
Then, 3:41, she's uptown. 58 and Second.
She's all over the place.
-She's hurt, confused? -[keyboard clacks]
Those are bridge entrances. She's trying to get off the island.
Keep tracking. She'll lead us right to the crew.
[tense music playing]
I've got lab techs coming to run DNA.
[cell phone vibrating]
Stefan, good to hear from you.
[Stefan] I understand there's been a problem in the vault.
Not that I know of. [chuckles]
Mr. Thiele, this is Hannah Kim. The hurricane had no impact.
That's not what I'm led to believe.
-I don't know where you heard that. -I keep my eyes on my money.
Well, I can assure you, Stefan, your bonds are safe and sound.
[Stefan] Ah.
Good to hear. I'll be by first thing in the morning.
[Nazan] Who is Roger Salas?
As per his bio, he was born in Venezuela,
spent his 30s in Japan and didn't come to America till his 40s.
[computer chimes]
[chuckles] Look at this.
Salas' passport from Venezuela in 1994 and his current US passport.
[Samuel] That's not the same guy.
And none of it matches the information he registered with the SEC.
Hey, the whole crew's somehow connected to Ray Vernon, right?
[keyboard clacking]
-Some interesting old friends. -[sighs]
Everything I've built…
everything I've worked for…
They'll enjoy destroying me.
[Hannah] We will find who did this. They're out there.
I will get those bonds
and I will make sure that you get everything you deserve.
[sighs]
[Roger] That's the guy who did my eye exam.
Came in at 12:35, left by 1:18.
-[Roger] Exterior cameras. -[mouse clicking]
There.
Okay, fine. Glasses. But Salas can't track that, right?
You don't know what he's capable of.
Then maybe he's right. It's a risk. Maybe we should go.
Maybe we should go?
Okay. Okay, you two are in on this together.
Excuse me?
Yeah, you've got him, he's got Ava, she's got the fence.
Stan, you don't ever think that he's playing you?
Surrogate dad leading you down whatever fucking path he wants?
I'm not leading him anywhere.
I don't know. You've got secrets left and right.
[scoffs] You really think I would do you like that? After eight years?
[Judy] But what has he actually told you, Stan?
What do you actually know?
She's right.
Most I ever got
was when you cried in your sleep in Washington.
Then I knew you were human.
At least I'm not running with a married woman.
You don't know shit about what we've--
I know what I see.
We had what we had.
When this is done, I'm going my way and you are going to go yours.
I don't know why I thought it'd be different.
You really think I'm screwing you over?
Take my share, split it up.
Split what up?
He doesn't care about the money.
It's never been about the money, has it?
[sighs]
So what is it about, Leo?
What'd we risk our lives for?
[jazz music playing]
[knocking]
We're closed.
[doorbell jingles]
-Are you Mrs. Stan Loomis? -Yeah.
I am Detective Miguel Fuentes. I'm looking for your husband.
[laughs]
No, he's been off parole for years now.
He's not in any trouble, ma'am.
Mr. Loomis has been working with us in an information capacity.
We believe that he might be in danger.
I'm looking to help.
You're saying Stan's an informant?
He never said nothing about that.
Which makes him a good informant.
We haven't been able to reach him, I was hoping he was here.
Well, he is not.
No one is.
[woman] Hello? Barbara?
It's nothing, Barbara! Go back to bed!
Are you talking about my Stan?
No one, huh?
This gentleman says he's looking for Stan.
I am Detective Fuentes. You must be Stan's mother.
He told me all about you.
Oh, he's a good boy. His father, God rest his soul--
We're trying to find him. We're worried about him.
I told Detective Fuentes we don't know where Stan is.
You got that phone thing.
Find Me A Phone or whatever.
'Course.
Let me go get it.
Stan's going to be so sad that he missed you.
Yeah.
I can't find him. It must be the storm.
Must have knocked out reception.
Yeah, I hate to think of him all alone out there.
Especially with the people that he's dealing with.
Can be unpredictable.
I got it on my phone, too.
I bet he's probably playing poker with his friends.
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
[cell phone unlocks]
[Roger] Okay. Thank you, Carlos.
So Carlos has tracked him to an auto shop in Red Hook.
Oh.
He's gathering his men.
What's he going to do?
Carlos will do what Carlos does.
Is that the best option?
We're way past options.
I think I have enough on Salas to take to a judge.
[Samuel] Mercer's made it to Brooklyn.
If we go now, we can find the crew.
Can't be in two places at once.
We're going to need some help.
Soon as I make this call,
everything we've done, everything off-book,
it's going to come out.
I've been buried in this thing too long. I've…
I've lost way too much to stop now.
You're still coming up.
You have a career.
Whatever happens to me happens to me, but you don't have to take the fall.
Make the call. Send in a squad.
We can argue about this all you want.
Once Roger sics Carlos on us, we're done for.
Unless he's your inside man.
You're not thinking straight.
I'm clear as day.
You got the inside man. You got Ava. She's got the fence. That's all you need.
If I hadn't stopped you, you'd have left us.
[vehicle approaching]
[Leo] Ava, you got hit. Are you okay?
You look terrible.
-Come on, over my shoulder. -Yeah.
[Ava grunts]
-You okay? -Yeah, I got her.
-I'm okay. -How bad is it? Do you know?
[Ava] It just grazed me. I'm all right.
-[Ava grunts] -[Leo] Easy, easy, easy.
[sighs]
-Okay, just stay there. -I'm okay. I'll sit up.
-[Stan] Who popped you? -[grunts]
SLS guards. They kept coming.
The truck's hot.
We're made.
Let's load this in the cars and get out.
I gotta admit, I thought you'd be halfway to Mexico by now.
-I'm Argentinian. -Oh, that's right. Excellent beef.
So why'd you take the truck?
It had the bonds and everyone was gone.
The truck was there, the bonds were there, but none of you.
RJ?
Bob?
He's gone, Judy.
What do you mean by gone?
I saw him in the road. Bob's dead.
[box thuds]
[somber music playing]
[exhales]
[Ava] I'm sorry.
How'd he die?
No idea. I just saw him there.
Was he bleeding or was--
He was dead. Dead-dead.
[Stan] No, was he shot?
Shut the fuck up, Stan!
No!
[Stan] No.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck!
I knew you'd fuck us!
Why'd I show up with fakes?
-To claim innocence. -They're in on it together.
You took the bonds to the elevator.
You had 'em for two hours, so don't you start that!
Where were you when the FBI came in?
Oh, so am I a backstabber or an FBI mole?
Who says you can't be both?
What about RJ? He's the only one not here.
-Maybe he's got the bonds. -It's not RJ.
Tell ya what. I'm gonna take my real bonds and my fake passport,
and get the fuck away from all of you.
That's community property.
Don't you point that thing at her.
Enough, all of you.
[tense music playing]
-Tell us where you put them. -[Leo] She doesn't have the bonds.
How do you know? How do you really know?
Maybe Salas switched it out.
-Someone tipped him. -Nobody tipped anybody.
[Leo] Cover! Get out!
[grunts]
[groans]
[Carlos] Drop your weapons.
Shit.
Drop your weapons or he dies.
Drop 'em. Now.
Kick them away.
[guns scraping]
The fuck is this shit?
Where are the rest of the bonds?
We don't have them.
Hey, hey, hey!
-[whimpers] -Bonds.
The first shot will go through his ankles, the second through his knees,
and I'll work my way up
until you tell me where the bonds are.
And I hope it takes a long time--
I'll tell you everything. Don't hurt him.
Shut up, Judy!
In a storage locker in Bensonhurst.
I put the key in the office.
I can show you where. Don't hurt him.
Go, now!
Fuck! Shit! God!
Shut up, you fool. You dumb fucking bitch. You're such a fucker. Shut up!
Fucking bitch. Motherfucker.
[tense music playing]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[all panting]
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
[boat engine starts]
I can stay until the vault's drained.
No, no. I think we got it handled.
The storm has passed.
[Hannah] Mm-hmm.
You got a ride?
Yeah, my sister's nearby.
Oh, good morning, Glen. I'm surprised to see you here!
The city never stops.
[Hannah chuckles]
We live to fight another day.
We most certainly do.
[sighs]
How'd it go?
Just drive.
Agents.
[Nazan] Mr. Salas.
Nice to see you again.
We discussed a warrant.
This gives us the right to search all property
expressly owned by you or SLS,
including the private vaults.
That it does.
Well, I'll be very happy to show you every one.
So, as I said, some, uh, mild water damage.
Nothing to worry about, unless the FBI has a plumber on staff.
[water dripping]
The safes are empty.
Yeah. We moved our clients' assets to a secure location
to protect against the weather.
What about that one?
That is my own private vault.
I promise you no one else has been in there.
Let's open it. Just to be sure.
Okay.
[vault clicks]
Would you mind telling me why that is in your personal safe?
I'd like to call my attorney.
["Can You Get to That" playing]
♪ I once had a life ♪
♪ Or rather, life had me ♪
♪ I was one among many ♪
♪ Or at least I seemed to be ♪
♪ Well, I read an old quotation In a book just yesterday ♪
♪ Said, "Gonna reap just what you sow The debts you make you have to pay" ♪
-♪ Can you get to that? ♪ -♪ Can you get ♪
♪ I want to know ♪
♪ I want to know if you can get to that ♪
-♪ Can you get ♪ -♪ I want to know ♪
♪ I want to know if you can get to that ♪
-♪ Can you get ♪ -♪ I want to know ♪
♪ I want to know if you can get to that ♪
♪ Can you get ♪
[metallic clicking]