"♪ I'm sitting on top of a mountain ♪" "What kind of luck is this?" "How the hell are you, Mr. Chance?" "Harry, trust me, you don't want to be near me right now" "Ouch." "What kind of hello is that for a friend?" "Hey, Guy." "Whiskey, neat, please." "No, no, no." "Better yet." "Better yet." "Whiskey on the rocks." "No, no, no." "Whiskey and ginger." "No, I will have a ginger ale." "Harry, listen to me." "You need to leave this bar now." "Leave?" "Fat chance, buddy." "I have met a very willing lady online, and she's about to meet me for a drink." "I'm sorry to cramp your style, but I'm not going anywhere..." "Friend." "You don't look so hot." "You okay?" "No." "I had a bad day." "Ah..." "That's a bummer." "Anything I can do to help?" "Harry, look at the tv and talk about the race." "Talk about the race now, or we both die." "Come on..." "Autos." "Go faster!" "Burn some rubber!" "Who the hell was that?" "Harry, I need you to shut up and listen to me." "It all started a few days ago with a new client that Winston brought in." "Sarah Han..." "This is our team." "Uh, we just want to get them into the loop on your situation." "Why don't you tell them what you just told me?" "My fiance has threatened to kill me." "I don't know where to go to for help." "And your fiance is..." "Henry Claypool." "Am I supposed to know who this person is?" ""Claypool Security Solutions."" "Paramilitary troops for hire." "Global V.I.P. protection." "He's also a notorious recluse." "Ironically enough, he's pretty paranoid about his own security." "His compound in Marin is said to be the most heavily guarded private residence in North America." "It wouldn't kill you to read a paper once in a while." "So..." "Why don't you tell them why he's threatening you." "I looked at Henry's private files when he walked away from his computer." "There's an arm of his company that no one knows about-- a group that carries out assassinations." "A hit squad." "Heads of state..." "Drug rivals, CEOs." "You name the hit, he names a price." "Henry caught me looking at his files, and he made it clear that if I told anyone about it, or if I ever tried to leave him, then I'd be..." "Dead?" "Excuse me." "Can I steal Mr. Guerrero for a moment?" "Would you please take him?" "Excuse me." "You were supposed to keep me apprised of your progress..." "Regarding the matter between us." "Oh, that picture of your husband and that broad." "Yes." "I think it's probably best if we both just forget about this." "Look, she had a series of fake names, aliases at hotels-- only paid through accounts that, uh, weren't traceable, burner cell phones she only talked to Marshall on." " Are you" " What are you insinuating?" "She was his mistress." "You--you don't know that." "I, uh..." "Have been doing this a long time, okay?" "I can read between the lines." "Sorry, dude." "So all we got to do is tie Claypool to these hit squads, and we take him down." "Easier said than done." "The computer where I saw the records-- it's in Henry's private office, and it's completely off-network." " You can't access it remotely." " So we break in." "That's where it gets interesting." "Claypool's compound is on an 800-acre ranch." "Perimeter is completely surrounded by electric fencing and cameras every 20 feet-- it's airtight." "Now, once you're inside the fence, there's a patrol 24-7 of a company-strength unit of Claypool's elite private security." "All those guys are ex-military--serious operators." "And even if we do get past the fence and the cameras and the army of guards," "Claypool's office inside the house-- that's a whole other headache." "Temperature control sensors-- to within 1/10 of a degree." "Body temperature will set the alarms off in seconds." "The floor is completely covered with invisible laser sheeting." "So anything touches that, and..." "What happens?" "Nothing." "What do you think happens?" "Alarms, guards, reign of terror-- try to keep up." "I was just asking a question." "You must think I'm a fool..." "For not seeing through Henry's lies, for not realizing sooner the kind of man he truly is." "We're not here to judge you, Miss Han." "We're here to get you out of this." "And to do that, we're gonna need you to go back to Claypool so he doesn't get suspicious-- still, all things considered, it's gonna take a hell of a lot of maneuvering to get us inside that place to get us what we need." "I can get us in." " How long have you been standing there?" " Oh, long enough." "Are--are you a part of the team?" "Yes." "Not really." "I'm lisa Pucci, and this is my company." "Could we have a word, boss?" "Don't you dare try and stop me." "You know, Claypool tried for years to do business with Marshall." "If I reach out to him for a sit-down, he's sure to agree." "Okay, let's just slow down a little bit." "I think I know what this is about." "Yeah, it's about freeing our client from that horrible man." "This is about the mistress in the photo." " Guerrero told me all about it." " He told you?" "He was worried about you." "I'm sorry, Mr. Guerrero was worried about me?" "We tell each other things." " But that's not the point." " Well, what is your point?" "The point is, you're looking at a woman who was lied to by a man she thought she knew, and you're taking it personally." "How dare you?" "Look, what Marshall did or didn't do" "I-I-I can do anything about that." "But that woman in the other room," "I can help her-- I can do something about that." "So..." "So let me..." "Please." "What?" "You let her come on the mission?" "She pays the bills, Harry." "I don't let her do anything." "She came up with a reasonable plan, and I knew I could make it work." "All right." "I mean, how bad could it be?" "You're sitting here, so I guess it turned out okay." "The job went south." "One of the team didn't make it out." "Someone got left behind?" "You're kidding me." "Who?" "You picked a great night for a blind date, Harry." "I-I don't understand." "W-what's happening here?" "In about ten minutes, an exchange is going to take place." "If we return to Claypool what we stole from him, he's agreed to release the prisoner." "Winston had to set this up in a public place to keep them honest, hence the bar." "Wait, where's-- where's the prisoner?" "You're looking at him." "What?" "You're the guy who didn't make it?" "What are you doing sitting there?" "Why don't you do something?" "It's an I.E.D. If I move, I die." "Breathe, Harry." "♪ Human target 2x12 ♪ The Trouble With Harry Original Air Date on February 2, 2011" "♪ ♪" "All right, all right, all right." "Stay calm." "Stay calm." "All." "You've got a bomb underneath your seat." "Yeah." "It's pretty well-made too." "These guys must have spent some time in Iraq." " I get up, and it blows." " Maybe I should just move over." "Harry, if you want to leave, it's fine-- I totally understand." "Well, I mean, I do have a big day tomorrow." "What do you mean leave?" "I'm not gonna leave." "You've been there every single time" "I've had a gun or a missile or even a woman pointed in my direction-- I'm not gonna leave." "We're in this together." "Now, what's the plan?" "Well, now we have about eight minutes left until the exchange." "And I'm pretty sure that if Claypool gets his way," "I'm gonna end up dead." "So I need to figure a way out of this." "But now that you're here, you're going to help." "You want me to take somebody out?" "I can do that for you." " Harry..." " Classically trained in the martial arts, baby." "Harry..." "I'm sorry." "I'm getting ahead of myself." "Tell me what to do." "Step one, order a martini with extra olives." " I can't." "Gin makes me wheeze." " Order the martini." "Hey, guy." "Martini, extra olives." "Why am I ordering a martini?" "I don't want a martini." "I thought I was supposed to talk, and you were supposed to listen." "A good operator craves intel." "It's probably best if you just tell me" " everything that's happened so far." " We don't have time for that." "Just give me the quick version." "Want me to shut up?" "I'm telling you how to do it." "All right." "Claypool's office-- the break-in." "Figure we'll pair you and Chance up to take the office." "Sounds good." "It'll be nice, actually." "Chance and I have some catching up to do." "What the hell does that mean?" "Don't worry about us." "We can beat that room." "Question is, uh, can the fifth Beatle over there get the password to access the computer before this whole plan goes to pot?" "That's a $9,000 bottle of wine you're poisoning..." "Just so you're all aware." "Somehow I imagine you won't be missing that." "And it's not poison, all right?" "It's sodium thiopental." "Seriously, the wine is the best way to deliver it." "The guy's paranoid about his food, but he's got a weak spot for the good stuff." "This will render him compliant?" "This will render him mush..." "At least for a little while." "Chatty, disoriented-- incapable of concealing the truth." "Essentially, he'll be Ames." "Look, all you got to do is ask him for the password." "When he coughs it up, we're home free." "We should probably get going." "Mr. Claypool's expecting me." "Psst." "Hey..." "You know, when, um-- when you called her aside the other day, we were kind of under the impression that you were gonna, you know, talk her out of this." "Talk her out of what?" "Getting us all killed." "Don't you think this is a bit of a risky proposition, to give Ilsa this big a role in an operation like this?" "All right, guys, she said she could get us an invite to the compound-- she did." "And she's helped us out in the past." "Here and there, yeah." "But this is way different." "For one, it's a hell of a lot more dangerous." "Things are gonna be happening really quickly." "And the whole damn thing is riding on her." "She needs to be able to read situations, man-- adapt without thinking." "There's a reason you never, ever put an amateur in the driver's seat." "All valid considerations, gentlemen, except for one." "She's not in the driver's seat." "I am." "Trust me, I've got it under control." "Oh." "All right, we just went through the gate, about a half a kilometer to the house." "Okay." "Copy that." "So about four years ago, this guy I know tries to break into this place." "Claypool's Security catches him." "Officially, he's reported missing." "Unofficially, if you were to dig in just the right place in these woods out here, he wouldn't be so missing anymore." "And Claypool's political connections make sure that nobody does that digging." "Are you inventing ghost stories to scare me, Mr. Guerrero?" "Really?" "His name was Marvin." "I still send money to his wife and kids every now and then." "Why are you telling me this now?" "Because I like you, and it's not too late to turn around." "And where would that leave Sarah?" "No." "We move forward." "Chance, 100 meters to the house." "Copy that." "So there's something" "I've been, uh, meaning to ask you about." "Are you, uh, seeing anybody right now, like, romantically?" "All right, we're 50 meters out." "We've been working together for a while now, right?" "And in all that time," "I haven't really seen you date anybody." "And frankly, that boggles my mind." "You're, like, a total catch." "Anyway, I would like to help." "I have this friend, right?" "And I think you two would get along great." "Her name's Melanie, and she's really friendly." "20 meters out." "Security's out in front of the house." "Looks like we're getting inspected." "I'm not interested." "I need you to focus, Ames." "I'm focused." "I'm just saying she's very friendly, if you know what I mean." "Open your trunk and step out of your vehicle." "No problem." "Mrs. Pucci..." "I'm Mr. Vaughn, head of security." "Mr. Claypool's waiting for you." "Right this way." "You may wait in the service area." "We'll park the car for you." "Service area?" "Are you the driver?" "You will sit there." "You will not leave except to use the restroom." "Oh, and while you're here, make yourself useful." "They got me folding napkins, dude." "Weekend warrior's running point, and I'm on napkin duty." "Just great." "Yeah, yeah." "Quit moaning." "You're in range of the network." "Just flip the switch." "This is so wrong." "Okay, Chance," "I got video." "You loose yet?" "Not yet." "Stand by." "When I say this girl has no expectations," "I mean it." "All she's after is a few drinks, maybe dinner, definitely sex." "Ames, enough." "We're clear." "All right, I need you to head southwest." "I'll monitor the down-cycle video, get you into Claypool's office without being seen." "Then we just got to hope Ilsa can get Claypool to drink the wine before we're all dead." "Mrs. Pucci." "So pleased you could make it all this way." "Mr. Claypool." "The pleasure's all mine." "A gift." "Hmm..." "Very nice." "Thank you." "My fiancee, Sarah." "She'll join us in a moment." " That's a beautiful animal." " You ride?" "Once upon a time." "That's interesting, 'cause I myself don't see the appeal." "Loss of control, perhaps." "All right, there's no more patrols coming at you for the next few minutes." "Just head north, down that corridor." "You should see the office door." "All right, Winston, we're here." "We're entering Sarah's code." "Listen, now, once you open that door, your body's is gonna raise the temperature in that room fast, which means you'll only have ten seconds to get it back down." "Seven..." "Six..." "And that, my friends, is how it's done." "Are you sure the lasers are there?" "Pretty sure." "All right, Chance, you're up." "Got to get to that computer." "What's the problem?" "The table isn't where it was in Winston's plan." "Somebody must have moved it." "Can you make it?" "Winston..." "I read you." "But I need you to hang on a second." "They're about to serve the wine." "If Ilsa can't get the password, it won't matter if you can get to the computer or not." "So tell me, Mrs. Pucci." "Why did you come all this way to see us?" "I'd like to talk to you about a business proposal." "A partnership." "What sort of partnership?" "Well, our aid camps all over the world are constantly the target of local harassment, intimidation." "My husband always believed in using his checkbook to resolve those disputes." "But lately I've begun to call into question those methods." "And, well, we need a friend..." "A strong friend." "Aren't you joining me?" "Oh, my physician advised me against it." "He just set the glass down, didn't he?" "Give her a chance to save it." "Save it?" "Are you kidding, man?" "She just blew it." "Ilsa, I need you to be calm, okay?" "Don't let this guy see you rattled." "This is great, man." "I'm going in there." " Okay, hang on." " Are you out of your mind?" "You're on camera!" "If they look up and see that you're gone, this whole thing is shot." "This whole thing's shot anyway if she can't get him to drink the wine, dude." "She will figure it out." "She'll figure something out?" "What's she gonna figure out?" "You know, on second thought..." "My doctor need never know." "A toast." "Future endeavors." "She didn't just do what I think she did, did she?" "Yeah." "She dosed herself." "Amateurs, dude-- told you." "♪ Now, you can say ♪" "♪ say I treated you badly ♪" "♪ either way, send your love to me madly ♪" "♪ love is sweet like honey, baby ♪" "♪ when it's on your side ♪" "♪ let me tell ya what it's all about ♪" "All right, I got a toothpick in my sock." "If this is some kind of practical joke," "I'm gonna be pissed." "Trust me, Harry, it'll all make sense soon." "Now I need you to buy this bottle of scotch, third from the left." "What do you think I make?" "That's 100 bucks a bottle." "Just buy it." "I'll reimburse you." "Hey, Guy..." "Can I have a bottle of the McLaughlin?" "What?" "I'm thirsty." "When I was in the bathroom, it occurred to me how many times I've asked to go on a mission with you." "And every single time I ask you, this is what you say" ""maybe next week, Harry."" "Or, "there's not enough room in the car, Harry."" "Or, "Guerrero's gonna slit your throat, Harry."" "Yeah." "So?" "So I never took it personally." "I never did." "I know your team dynamics are kind of delicate." "You guys are kind of a clique." "But then I wondered, why did you-- why did you let Ilsa come on the mission?" "I told you, she had the idea to get us in the door." "But you knew she wasn't thinking straight because of the photo of her husband." "Harry, what are you getting at?" "Just finish your story." "We only got a couple minutes." "So Ilsa had just drugged herself, which obviously wasn't part of the plan." "Henry, is everything okay?" "I don't feel well." "I think it's the wine." "Yeah." "There's something in it." "Yes." "Busted!" "What did you do?" " Mrs. Pucci..." " It's all right, Sarah." "It's all right." "We gave you a dose of sodium thiopental so that Sarah and I can learn the password to all your secret files and then use that information to put you behind bars." "Come on, guys, this is a disaster, man." "She's saying whatever pops into her head." "Okay, hold on, hold on." "She might be able to salvage this." "She'll only salvage it if she asks for the damn password!" "But you can't do this." "Why not?" "What's to stop me?" "My security chief." "The moment he hears what's happening here..." "I didn't think about that." "Ilsa, I need you" "What are you gonna do?" "Sarah, relax." "You're gonna ask him for the password!" "Darling-- we'll tie him up." "Tie him up?" "What are you tying him up for?" "Chance, listen to me now." "Stay focused." "Just get to the computer." "Guerrero, we're running out of time." "Get in there." "Help Ilsa." "Finally!" "Winston, am I clear?" "Come on, you got this." "You're the man." "All right, Ames, I know you mean well, but you're distracting me." "Oh, my God." "I got it." "It's cool." "Listen, on second thought, is there any way we can get that password a little faster?" "All right, Guerrero, you are clear, but hurry it up." "Where do you think you're going?" "I was looking for you." "There's a roach." " No." " Yeah." "Look." "How's that password coming?" "Clown time's over." "Step aside." "Look at me." "Look at me!" "What's your name?" "Henry Claypool." "What day is today?" "Tuesday." "Are you a paranoid, bullying douche bag?" "Oh, yeah." "Good." "What's the password to your private files in your office?" "C-5-1" "Y-H-F." " Mr. Guerrero." " Yeah?" "Thank you." "Don't mention it." "You know, I've always admired your taste in clothes." "Okay." "All right, dude, here's the password." "It's coming to you now." "Yeah?" "Charlie, 2, 5, 1..." "Yaletown," "Hotel, Foxtrot-- Got that?" "Okay..." "I'm in." "Three minutes." "Great." "Ooh." "Thanks." "All right, let's motor." "Remember, if we hit any trouble, follow my lead." "Mr. Claypool." "This way." "Let's go." "No, wait." "The second he finds Henry, this whole place will shut down--we'll never make it out." "Mr. Claypool." "Sir, can I enter?" "Mr. Vaughn, what is it?" "Well, I was knocking, and there was no answer." "Is everything all right?" "Honestly..." "No." "For starters, you've interrupted a very sensitive meeting between myself and your boss, and, secondly," "I don't like your face." "My face?" "It upsets me." "All right, Winston, you there?" "Yeah, I'm here!" "What the hell's going on?" "Things got a little hot in there, man--I got some bad news." "Boss lady, she gave herself up." "What?" "Dude, no choice." "What do you mean there's no choice?" "There is always a choice!" "Yeah, well, as it turns out, that's not necessarily the case." "Look, either someone stayed back to hold off Vaughn, or we all got busted." "And it wasn't like she was in any shape to get Sarah to the car." "Why didn't you" "Dude, I don't like it either." "Look, I'll give her this-- for an amateur, she's got stones." "Chance, what do we do?" "On a smaller head, your eyes would be fine." "But combined with your ears and your oddly feminine bone structure, the effect is really quite unsettling." "Mrs. Pucci!" "I think that's enough." "Well, in that case, Mr. Vaughn, why don't you leave us to our business and go and find someone else in this house to" "Stop!" "You're not going anywhere." "All right..." " I'm sending Ames out with the files." " Just Ames?" "Go!" "Well, what are you gonna do?" "I'm going to get Ilsa." "Chance..." "Listen to me now, okay?" "Ilsa's caught." "That's a fact." "There's nothing you can do about that, okay?" "But the rest of you can still get out." "So you're saying leave her behind." "I'm saying that as long as we have Claypool's files, we can hold on to 'em and trade 'em for Ilsa later." "If you go back, you're gonna all get caught." "Winston, I got it." "It's under control." "We have a breach, we have a breach." "Whoever set off the alarms is still on the premises, and I want 'em caught." "Copy that, sir." "Perimeter lockdown under way." "You and your little friends..." "Are in a great deal of trouble." "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" "Make room, people!" "Vehicle is fleeing the property." "We're in pursuit." "It's gonna be tight." "They're approaching the gate now." "I've got a lock on them." "Winston, the women and children are getting a little nervous." " Hope you did your job, dude." " Say when." "50 meters to the gate." "They're not slowing down." "Uh, now would be good." "Freeze!" "Hey, freeze!" "All evidence to the contrary, at least one of us on this job was a professional." "Sir, the perpetrator's vehicle just escaped from the southwest gate." "One male subject, two females." "Sarah's with them." "She's part of it." "I want plates on that vehicle." "I want to know how they escaped." "I want to know if anyone else is still on the premises, and I want to know now!" "Sir, there's another intruder in the compound." "Get over there!" "Subject is hostile." "I repeat, subject is extremely hostile!" "Returning fire!" "We need some backup out here!" "He's gone up the stairs!" "Get down, now!" "Come on, let's go." "Sorry." "Were you talking to me?" "First things first, you drank the wine, didn't you?" "Yes, I did." "Winston I.D.'d a weakness in the perimeter." "We can't get there on foot." "We're gonna need a ride." "I will say this-- there's a possibility that I was, in fact, over my head tonight." "You were right, as you often are when you're doing that prosaic, but admittedly sexy protective-male thing." "Thanks." "I don't know why I'm doing this to myself." "Maybe it is because of Marshall's mistress." "Well, I'm sorry that I put everyone in this position." " I'm sorry I didn't" " You smell that?" "What?" "It smells like crap." "Nice." "Very nice." "You know, I'm trying to make a heartfelt apology here." "No, I mean, it smells like actual crap." "I think we found our ride." "Hyah!" "Listen, when I hop off, you're gonna want to stay on this course, find a hole in the fence." "Wait, wait!" "You're hopping off?" "Look, there's too many guards." "We can't outrun 'em." " I'm gonna have to buy you some time." " How will you get out of here?" "I probably won't." " Please don't do this." " Sarah's with the team." "She has the information you need." "You can bargain me out later." "You'll be fine." "No, I won't!" "This is all my fault!" "Hang on." "Listen..." "Don't beat yourself up." "When I let you come on this job, I knew something might happen." "Then why would you let me come along with you?" "I'll be fine." "I promise." "You might want to hold on." "Hyah!" "Shots fired!" "We've got shots fired in the north corner!" "Air two, air two, move in!" "And here we are." "Here's what's next." "In about one minute, one of our team is gonna walk through the door with the information we took from Claypool's office." "Can I ask you who that's gonna be?" "Claypool's angry." "He lost face." "He's probably gonna insist on Ilsa." " Oh, Ilsa." " What?" "Listen, Chance, if I thought you were about to get into something that was gonna get you, me, and Ilsa killed, you'd want me to tell you about it, right?" "What are you talking about?" "I think you're off your game." "Why do you think I'm off my game?" "Uh, "A," handcuffs." ""B," bomb." "Didn't I tell you about what I did back there?" "The stuff in the office, with the horse-- a lot of people would have been impressed with that." "They obviously don't know you." "All right, now I'm starting to get a little offended." "It's a very complicated case." "There are a lot of moving pieces." "That's why I got caught." "No, I think it's for another reason." "Which is?" "I think you were uncharacteristically lacking in focus on this job." "I think--I think your judgment's clouded." " Examples?" " You slipped in the office." "You said you nearly fell off the table going for the computer." "I was distracted." "You really can't see it, can you?" "You were distracted because you knew Ilsa was off-book, and she drank the wine." "Instead of concentrating on the jump, you were worried about her." "Okay, Harry, listen" "No, no, no, you listen." "You listen to me." "When I asked you why you let Ilsa come on the mission, you basically dodged the question." "I think the reason you let Ilsa come is 'cause, when it comes to her, you're not in control." "The reason you got caught is 'cause you're realizing that you got feelings for your boss." "Speak of the devil." "Here we go." "Chance, get your head in the game, come on." "Forget what I said about her." "You need to tell me what to do." "Harry, I need you to buy me some time." "I came alone, as we agreed." "You give me the files, and you're both free to go." "It'll all start to make sense soon enough, Harry." "Remember when i told you that?" "It's all here-- uncorrupted, hasn't been copied." "Now let him go." "On second thought, Mrs. Pucci, why don't you join Mr. Chance at the bar, because unlike last night, this time I'm perfectly capable of lying." "Harry..." "You're about to see why I wanted you to get the martini, the sock, and the bottle of scotch." "Buy me ten seconds." "Okay." "All right." "Hey, who wants to see a little bar trick?" "Easy, easy, I'm Harry Houdini." "Observe." "I'm gonna take this tiny, little cherry stem and tie it in a knot with nothing but my tongue." "Watch." "I'm doing it." "I'm doing" "Over there!" "I don't mean to be harsh, but this is your idea of a rescue plan?" "Really?" "You thought you could just waltz in here and exchange the file?" "The word "double-cross" just never came up?" "Seriously, if you don't want to start getting labeled as an amateur, you're gonna have to start thinking these things through." "Are you done?" "Yeah..." "I'd say you are." "Let's see an amateur do that." "Where's Claypool?" "Uh, you were saying?" "Okay..." "I don't know about you guys, but I thought I handled myself pretty well..." "Amazingly well." "You're welcome." "Detective's a buddy of mine." "I got him to leave Ilsa's name out of it, you know?" "Listen, thanks for the help." "I appreciate it, but just for the record, i think Harry and I probably could've handled this on our own." "Yeah, right." "Want me to tell him?" "So, Harry, what were you doing here tonight, anyway?" "Oh, I was supposed to meet a girl, but she didn't show up." "That never, ever happens..." "Ever." "Oh, I know." "What was her name?" "Her name is Laverne." "No." "Oh, yeah." "You sent Harry." "Yes, sir." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "You were Laverne?" "Okay, listen..." "I understand you wanted to help." "But of all the people to send, why Harry?" "You think Claypool's guys would be on the lookout for any threatening characters approaching the bar?" "Yeah, of course." "So let me ask you..." "Do you know anyone, anyone at all, less threatening..." "Than this man?" "I'm right here." "Less threatening and yet secretly, inexplicably guaran-damn-teed to fall ass-backwards into the lap of success." " Well played." " Thank you." "Let's get the hell out of here before we have to start answering a bunch of questions." "Uh, there's-- there's one more thing." "Look, I think I know why you had no interest in being set up on a date." "And I didn't notice it until tonight, but I think Chance may have a crush on somebody..." "Somebody on this very team." "Listen, it's okay." "I've had this happen before." "It's perfectly understandable." "See you tomorrow." "Nice work today, by the way." "Why is nobody taking this seriously?" "Hey, um..." "I, uh--I know this might be kind of inappropriate, but, um..." "They just walk away from me while I'm talking." "Okay, okay, that's good." "No worries." "You're not answering your phone." "Uh, Winston said it was probably better that I wasn't at the scene when the police arrived." "He said that-- Yeah, he took care of it." "It's fine." "It smells like his rum cake in here, though." "I've had a bit to drink." "You don't have to say anything." "I know I shouldn't be doing this to myself." "Marshall had an affair." "Had I never seen that photograph," "I'd never have known it." "So why should I let one photograph send me into a tailspin like this?" "He and I were happy together." "We had a good life together." "I should be able to remember him like that, shouldn't I?" "Yeah, you should." "So why can't I?" "I-I don't know how to answer that..." "Question, Ilsa." "What I do know is that..." "If Marshall did cheat on you, he--he was an idiot." "And for what it's worth..." "You deserve a lot better than that." "I-I don't think it's a good idea to mix, um..." "Rum and thiopental." "♪ No, you can't hide ♪" "♪ what you would do ♪" "♪ it glows in the dark ♪" "♪ once we become ♪" "♪ the more it backfires ♪"