"Previously on Necessary Roughness..." "Brickhouse Lingerie was my idea first, so she has no right to pitch this to you without my consent." "I hope you two like working together, because this is good." "From this point forward, we're officially at war." "The enemy -- SBG management." "I'm Abigail Bruce, managing partner at SBG." "Bruce?" "Who's Bruce?" "Connor's former assistant." "Why did Troy install his own security system on top of V3's?" "Our hacker is inside V3's secure network." "Just let him do his thing." "Sam Conte from the L.A. office." "Pleasure." "Nice flowers." "From somebody special?" "It's been a really rough year." "Let me make it better." "No, Jeanette!" "It was not a one-night stand." "It was a two-night stand." "I know!" "I know it's not like me at all, but it was exactly what this doctor ordered." "Well, the job is good." "Kids -- good." "I am good." "Yeah, I feel like things are finally..." "Falling into place." "Morning." "Non-fat extra-foam cappuccino." "My, God." "Could you be more efficient?" "I hope not." "So, what's on top for today?" "Staff meeting at 9:00." "Mm-hmm." "New client lunch at noon." "Uh-huh." "Barneys private sale at 7:00." "Ooh, good to know." "Oh, speaking of things you might want to know." "Oh." "Sam, hey." "You're back in town." "Yeah, for the V3 charity event." "Oh." "I was supposed to RSVP to that." "Oh, you did " " I'll have dress and shoe options for you by lunch tomorrow." "Thank you." "I should have called." "It was last minute." "Did you like the flowers?" "Yes, I did." "Thank you." "They were beautiful." "People kept asking me who died." "Hopefully not me." "Mm." "Listen, I'm in town for a couple weeks." "I was hoping we could see some of each other." "Yes, please." "Great " " I'll set up dinner with your nosy assistant, who's looking at us right now." "What, do you have eyes in the back of your head?" "I'm an agent -- you got to have eyes in the back of your head if you want to survive." "Sex appeal..." "The "X" factor, chemistry -- whatever you want to call it, you two have it, and everybody wants it." "It's a match made in prime time." "Well, this match done burned down." "Look, I realize that Sheera may have jumped the gun due to her unbridled enthusiasm, but good ideas are hard to come by, so kiss and make up." "Come on." "For the sake of my financial future I'm on board." "Very good." "But there will be no more of this unbridled enthusiasm unless I am the one bridling it." "Absolutely, T.K. partners, 50/50." "60/40 -- my idea." "Uh, my idea to partner up." "Yin and Yang." "Plus, I sold it to Connor in the room." "You only sold it 'cause you stole it." "55/45." "Deal." "Good." "Who needs lawyers?" "Let's have a handshake." "Not me." "Come on." "Shake with her." "There we go." "Come on." "Good." "Now, I want to see you two out in public together." "I want you on red carpets, starting with V3's big gala, okay?" "Brangelina." "Ha!" "Everyone's gonna be talking about She-K." "♪ Wear She-K and get freaky ♪" "What?" ""She-kay."" "T.K.!" "T.K., wait." "That's Mr. King to you, Ms. Kane." "Oh, come on." "I've already apologized twice." "What do you want me to do?" "You want me to beg for your forgiveness?" "Yeah." "I do." "You know what?" "We're just business partners in this, so let's just keep this whole thing professional." "No!" "I don't want to lose you to Brickhouse." "So can we just go somewhere and talk this through?" "Hey, maybe I can..." "Beg you in private." "You know what?" "If I am late to practice," "Coach will grill my ass on a hibachi." "The man is about as flexible as a crowbar." "Even five minutes?" "For a hot drink?" "It's my treat." "Friends, 'tis the season for giving." "I'm not talking about holiday bonuses." "I'm talking about giving back." "Carl Webber, master money man, please tell me this year is gonna be a big year for the V3 Foundation." "It's gonna be a big year for the V3 Foundation." "And he's funny, too, huh?" "For those of you new to V3," "Carl is our vice president of accounting, he's our Rock of Gibraltar, and he's also the head of our charitable foundation." "Carl, I want you to walk us through Saturday night." "Right." "Okay." "So, uh..." "Like last year, we're gonna have a red carpet, media blitz, and a silent auction." "Most of our a-listers have RSVP'd "yea."" "Uh, Clooney sent his regrets, along with a sizable check." "He'll be in Italy, enjoying his life." "Boo-hoo." "We expect to raise between $2 and $3 million split evenly between our eight nonprofits." "Around 9:00, I'll take the stage, introduce Connor as, uh, a fine humanitarian, blah, blah, blah, blah." "You're not gonna be hooked up to a lie detector, are you, Carl?" "Hey, hey!" "Hey!" "I plead the fifth." "Anyway, I hope you can all join us." "It's, uh, it's gonna be, as always, one hell of a night." "Thanks, Carl -- listen, if it's one thing we do right, we do good." "What the hell's going on?" "Special Agent Jenkins, FBI." "All right, everyone." "I need to see your hands." "What's going on here?" "Now." "♪ Baby, work your magic on me" "♪ Necessary Roughness 3x05 ♪ V3 for Vendetta Original Air Date on July 17, 2013" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "♪ There's a hurricane-cane-cane coming ♪" "♪ hurricane-cane-cane coming" "♪ there's a hurricane-cane-cane coming ♪" "FBI." "Please step out." "I thought you said you were 18?" "Yeah, very funny." "All right, let's go." "Come on." "Let's go take a seat in the lobby." "What?" "What the hell is going " "Wait." "Wait." "Hold on." "Do you know who we are?" "Yes, Mr. King, I do, and you also need to take a seat in the lobby." "Listen, um..." "If I don't get my ass to practice, the only place I'm sitting come Sunday is on the bench, okay?" "So, maybe I can, uh, work out some sort of "Get out of jail free" card, you know?" "50-yard-line tickets?" "Primo spots." "Hmm." "You trying to bribe a federal officer?" "No..." "You know, I think we'll just wait in the lobby." "♪ Hurricane-cane-cane coming" "All right, so, let me get this straight." "The FBI can just waltz into my private place of business, collect evidence of alleged wrongdoing, and -- and not even have to tell us what the investigation is about?" "And we can't even call a lawyer as they walk away with our files and anything else they can plug into a socket?" "Sealed warrant." "They have no legal obligation to tell you the target of investigation until indictments are issued." "So we might not even be the target." "They may just be looking for something in our files." "Possibly." "All right, stay on it, Nico." "Listen -- these are privileged, personal patient files." "Ma'am, please step aside." "It's okay." "It's okay, Dani." "Your files -- they're -- they're protected." "How, exactly?" "They're being carted away." "Just temporarily." "There's a clean team and a dirty team." "What are you talking about?" "Like, laundry?" "The dirty team's job is to go through everything, and then they deliver to the clean team only the information that's covered under the search warrant." "Which is what?" "That I don't know." "It's sealed." "But I am pretty sure the FBI didn't raid V3 to find out how Cindy Luck is doing." "How do you know so much about all of this?" "Dani, everything okay?" "Yes." "I think." "I -- oh." "Um..." "Sam Conte, this is Nico Careles." "The security guy who knows everything, right?" "Right." "I'm sure that wasn't on anyone's, uh, daily planner, now, was it?" "Listen, I'm sure we're all a bit shaken up, but you don't live on top of the mountain without someone trying to knock you off." "Our enemies only win if we let them." "Also, let me remind you that there's no evidence of any wrongdoing at V3." "There's no evidence that V3 is even a target of any sort of investigation." "I promise, we will get to the bottom of this." "So, I suggest we just go back to work, business as usual." "Oh, and, uh..." "Congratulations on our first FBI raid." "Let's give ourselves all a big round of applause, huh?" "You get the war room up and running." "You call every client, every company that V3 is in business with and let them know that we are rock solid, and whoever is responsible for this, let them know there will be hell to pay." "Oh, thank you, Jimmy." "I appreciate anything you can do." "All right, my man." "Thanks." "Hey." "Get me Tony over at justice." "Also Nelly and Nikki Fink at Deadline." "We have to spin this before it gets spun." "Hey, um, I know this might be a bad time." "Bad time?" "What makes you say that?" "Listen, Connor, I appreciated your speech, but this is not business as usual." "I have been approached by several people who are worried they're losing their jobs." "Santino, I understand." "We're under siege, okay?" "But I have 100 employees looking at me for leadership." "I can't project weakness in a time of crisis." "Understood, but do you actually have any idea what's going on?" "No." "I don't." "So, until I do, I would like you to do double duty and try to calm the masses the best you can." "Hello." "This is Connor McClane for Harvey Levin." "Bam." "The Feds just raid the place." "Hell of a story." "It's a true story." "I mean, I'm talking "Untouchables."" "They went full lock-down." "No cellphones, no pdas, no whatever, okay?" "That's why I missed practice." "You know, you want to check on me, you call that agency dude." "He'll vouch for me." "Here's a question for you." "What's the fine for being late to practice?" "Five g's." "Correct." "What are the exceptions?" "Death and alien abduction." "And which one happened to you?" "Now that you mention it, the FBI guys did look a little "Men in Black."" "You owe me 5k, Mr. King." "Okay." "And just a little heads up." "I'm sequestering the team in a hotel room Saturday night." "Curfew -- 10:00 p.m." "Wait, I'm sorry -- curfew and a hotel for a home game?" "An important game." "No distractions." "You got a problem with that?" "No, no problem with that at all." "I will be snug as a bug in a king-size bed at 9:59." "Yeah, you better be, 'cause I don't care how many balls you catch or T.D.s you make, you screw up again, I will ship your ass to Buffalo and go right back to my dinner like nothing happened." "Am I clear?" "Crystal." "Now get out of here." "You're sure, Dr. Santino?" "Yes, Hal." "I'm sure the FBI's not gonna care what you do in the employee kitchen, but I would stop stealing other people's lunches, just 'cause." "Okay." "Oh, uh, Carl, right?" "We weren't formally introduced, but I'm Dr. Dani Santino." "I know." "Do you know why Humpty Dumpty was a foolish egg?" "Oh." "No." "Why?" "Because he should never have been on the wall in the first place." "It was just a matter of time before he fell and cracked." "I'm sorry." "I'm not following you." "I'm s" " I'm sorry." "I, um..." "I-I don't sleep very well." "Maybe you can give me something to help me with sleeping." "Ah." "I don't prescribe." "You'd have to go to a psychiatrist for that." "You all right?" "Oh." "Excuse me." "Could we talk privately?" "I don't appreciate being blindsided." "Need I remind you, you're an informant -- not an agent." "Information is strictly on a need-to-know basis." "Oh, so you didn't think I needed to know that V3 was gonna be raided?" "I was preserving your cover." "Thanks for the assist, but I'm good." "This isn't your investigation." "Just sit tight." "Wait for the instructions." "That's all you need to worry about." "I've given you guys over six months of my life, and I'm ready for it to be over, quickly, so I can pack my bags and go to Dallas, where a very lucrative job was waiting for me" "until I was rudely interrupted." "The more you keep me in the dark, the less help I can be to you, and the longer this whole thing takes." "It's not your call." "Besides, I'd hate to see your friend Dr. Santino get mixed up in this any more than she already is." "Yeah." "Dr. Santino is a very nice lady." "We can all agree on that." "But in four weeks' time," "I'm going AWOL on this operation." "It'll be like I never existed." "You got four weeks to figure it out." "Enjoy your meal." "...sent shock waves through the sports and entertainment industries today as the FBI issued a court-ordered search warrant in what appears to be an ongoing investigation." "What that investigation is is anyone's guess." "V3 C.E.O. Connor McClane had this to say when he spoke with reporters earlier today." "Look, there's no evidence that we're the target of any sort of investigation." "V3 has nothing to hide." "We were fully cooperative with the FBI, so it's back to business as usual." "So, our $1,000-an-hour legal team is as much in the dark as we are." "Mm-hmm." "And until indictments are handled down, we have no idea who or what it is they're investigating." "Could be months." "The FBI must think they got a damn good case to come in full force like that." "There's nothing in our files I'm worried about." "The IRS has been through every piece of paper in this office 100 times over." "I'm more concerned with the rat who's trying to sink our ship." "The attorneys said that the Feds wouldn't come in like that unless they had one more source, so there must be one other hand at play here." "The only two people who are not suspects are in this office." "Leave no stone unturned." "We have to find out who's trying to take us down." "And we are going to make Julio a one-name brand." "Really?" "Mm-hmm." "Like Lebron?" "Like Tiger?" "Like Beckham and..." "Obama." "I love it, Bruce." "You're good." "She is good." "Trust me." "I've been there." "She is good." "Connor McClane, how the hell are you, man?" "Julio Jones." "You are a superstar." "How are the Falcons treating you?" "They're treating me fine, but not as fine as Ms. Bruce here." "Mm." "You know, we're right in the middle of a meeting." "Yeah?" "Actually, we were just finishing up." "I got another meeting I got to get to." "Okay." "So, we'll talk later." "All right." "Hi, Bruce." "What are you doing here?" "Well, you look like you could use some company." "Well, you look like you could use a good lawyer." "I saw you on TV last night, Connor." "If you were spinning any harder, you'd have your own gravitational pull." "What do you want?" "What do you want?" "When something's wrong in your house, why is your first instinct to look inside mine?" "'Cause you fight dirty." "How'd you get the Feds to come check me out?" "Are you seriously accusing me of setting you up?" "Yeah." "Why would I do that?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe because I didn't make you partner." "Well, you give me a lot of credit." "No, I'm giving you all the credit." "In fact, y-you've been trying to screw me since the day you left V3." "And you're not trying to screw me?" "No." "I have a new hobby." "Really?" "What's her name?" "That's good." "By the way, great boob job." "You might want to tell the right one that the left one's about three inches higher." "Three inches?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, there's something you'd know a lot about." "We both know that that's only about 1/3 of the story." "Okay." "Is there a point to this little visit?" "Yeah." "There is a point to this little visit." "You had access to a lot of information, so if any of it gets out," "I'm gonna know it's you, Bruce." "So, if you threw any sand, prepare to get dirty." "Assets and liabilities, debits and credits -- these are all items I know where they belong on the balance sheet, how to make them all reconcile." "So what's throwing you off balance now?" "I'm, uh, I'm going through a messy divorce." "And my wife, Julia, she will take this FBI raid and use it against me somehow." "Do you have any children?" "Grown." "My son is a concert violinist." "My daughter, she's going to Yale." "Wow." "I gave them everything." "Julia, she, um..." "She wanted me to quit this job at V3 five years ago -- said she thought it was killing me." "How so?" "The sleeping -- lack thereof." "So, it's been going on for some time, then -- the sleep issues?" "Yeah." "Well, insomnia often has an underlying cause, like stress or emotional upheaval, depression." "But you didn't come here to talk about your divorce or your sleep problems." "There's something else going on, right?" "Everything that I say to you is confidential, right?" "Unless you plan on harming yourself or someone else." "I'm the one the FBI is looking for." "Surprise." "I had matching ones made for us." "Yes, you did." "Oh, this must have cost you a fortune, babe." "Well, She-K needs to make a splashy debut at the Saturday V3 charity extravaganza." "So..." "Okay, uh, first of all, "She-Kay,"" "and that's this Saturday?" "Uh, yeah." "Yeah, I-I-I can't go." "What?" "No." "That's not an option." "This is the beginning of our "Hello, World" tour." "Also, it's Connor's baby." "It is really bad form to blow this off." "Yeah, well, my crazy-ass coach has the entire team sequestered in a hotel..." "Uh-huh." "...with a mandatory curfew of 10:00 p.m., okay?" "So, it's even worse form for me to blow that off." "10:00 p.m.?" "No sweat." "We'll arrive at 8:00, we will work the red carpet, we'll get those fabulous photos, and then we'll sneak out." "T.K., this is a no-brainer." "Yeah." "As in, "you must have no brains if you think that plan is gonna work."" "What?" "V3 in the city." "Yeah." "Hotel, Long Island." "Got that." "Okay, in between all that is New York City traffic " "Saturday night." "Nightmare, okay?" "Lot of holes in your no-brainer." "T.K..." "These..." "Are the keys to our future." "So can you please trust me?" "Well, you are just a... can-do type of girl, huh?" "Yeah, I am a can-do-all-kinds-of-things girl." "I might have just got myself into a situation, and I don't see a way out." "Could we talk to a lawyer?" "If my wife and kids found out..." "Jesus." "Are there others involved at V3?" "Look, I am only here to talk about me, okay?" "Okay." "Okay." "So, then, let's review your options." "Well there are none " "I mean, that's the problem." "There are always options, and we're gonna figure out the best one for you." "Okay, well, option number one is that I confess to the FBI, that I bring incredible shame on the family, and, uh, I go to jail." "That sounds fun." "Option two is that I flee the country." "And then you're going to be running and constantly looking over your shoulder." "Option three is that I just hold tight and that, you know," "I just hope the whole thing blows over, which is unlikely." "Okay." "I, um..." "I-I think I know what option I want to choose." "Will you help me?" "Yes." "Morning." "Good afternoon." "Did you have an early lunch?" "I didn't have anything on the books for you." "No, I had an appointment." "Any messages?" "A few." "Sam called, confirming your dinner for tonight." "Oh." "Okay." "Can you -- 7:00 at Rubiks, upper west." "Oh." "Thank you." "Hello, Doctor." "Paloma." "Troy." "Okay." "I just thought I'd check in with you." "See how the masses are holding up." "They're okay, considering." "I imagine this has to be a, uh..." "Unsettling time for everyone, some more than others." "Is there anyone in particular that we should be concerned about?" "Troy..." "Let me remind you again that I'm a therapist." "Whether I work in a corporation or hang a shingle out on a street corner, when my clients talk to me confidentially," "I protect their privacy." "Of course you do." "I'd expect nothing less." "Well, I'll leave you to it." "Seems like old times." "What's up, Doc?" "I know why the FBI raided V3." "I'm listening." "Someone came to me." "A V3 employee -- can't give a name." "But let's say this person wanted to tell their story to the FBI -- admit their guilt." "Is there any chance for leniency?" "Depends." "On?" "The crime -- what laws were broken, how many people were involved, how much money, who was hurt." "What can you tell me?" "Nothing." "I can set up a meeting... with someone I know from my time at the bureau." "You worked at the FBI?" "Briefly." "The onion peels so slowly." "Mm." "Well, I would appreciate it if you could set that up as soon as possible, okay?" "Burning the midnight oil?" "Just catching up on my reading and filing." "I like to stay current on all the V3 news, especially when it's in the national headlines." "I must say, I admire your tenacity to be a V3 agent." "I'm glad I caught your attention." "Not everybody has your drive, ambition." "Especially after hours." "Well, isn't that how Connor noticed Bruce?" "After hours?" "You do keep up on all the news." "Past is prologue, as they say." "That's Shakespeare -- "The Tempest."" "Oddly appropriate, though I am partial to "The Merchant of Venice."" "Are you partial to getting on the fast track?" "Depends on what you have in mind." "How about we go to my office and discuss what I have in mind?" "Lead the way." "Hey, Carl." "How you holding up?" "Okay." "Have a good night." "Connor is a great mentor." "He helped me make the switch, and I'd " " I'd take a bullet for the guy." "Yeah, a lot of people feel that way." "They show a real sense of loyalty." "Mm." "He fosters it." "Troy, on the other hand " "Oh, my God." "What is the deal with those two?" "Well, let's face it." "Every guy needs a hatchet man, right?" "Well, Troy certainly leads with his hatchet." "I just try to stay under his radar, and you should, too, especially with all this FBI stuff going on." "Yeah." "Didn't that freak you out at all?" "No." "My hands are clean." "Well, mostly." "I am an agent, after all." "Tell you what -- somebody has something to hide, though, that's for sure." "You know, no more talk about work." "You have trouble separating work and play, don't you?" "Oh, you know, just a little bit." "Well, I can probably help you with that." "What -- what's wrong?" "I can hear you thinking." "Oh." "Oh." "I'm sorry." "I " "I'm just " " I'm not used to the whole..." "Casual, flingy thingy." "Look, I like you." "And you seem to like me." "And we are just two consenting adults having fun." "Nothing wrong with that." "Yeah." "No." "But when I turn 40, that's a different story." "What's gonna happen when you turn 40?" "I promised myself I would settle down and get serious." "Luckily for you, I still have two years left." "Oh." "Don't move." "Everything okay?" "It's a client." "Um..." "Go." "Yeah, go." "Go." "Rain check." "I still got two good years left, right?" "♪ Strangely calm" "I can't go through with this." "Why?" "What happened?" "What happened is that Connor McClane trusted me." "He gave me my career." "He made me a wealthy man, and -- and I betrayed him." "You stole money from the company, but now you're gonna make amends, Carl." "Yeah, I-I-I don't know if that's possible." "You haven't told me everything, have you?" "Look, your -- your friend who set up this meeting with the FBI, he did it for me to make a deal, right?" "Yes." "And you trust him?" "Yes." "Do you want to free yourself from this mess, whatever it is?" "I do." "I do, for my family, for -- for my sanity." "Okay -- then we're gonna meet here tomorrow with your attorney, as planned." "Carl..." "The truth is always the best option." "I sure hope you're right." "Fancy meeting you here." "Do you have what I asked for?" "This is really going to help the investigation?" "The company that you love and I love, someone is trying to take it down." "And that doesn't bode well for either of our futures." "Dani's schedule is all there, but there are things that she doesn't put on there." "Like?" "I don't know." "Appointments out of the office." "Okay." "Well, when you do know, there'll be something waiting for you." "Gold star?" "A rising star." "Good night." "Good night." "Well..." "That was an interesting development." "We're in the middle of a war here, Connor." "A war that you started." "You screwed Bruce and then screwed her over, and she's determined to take us down." "And it's clear, to me, that she's getting help from someone on the inside." "You know, we don't know who, where, what, or why at this point, okay?" "It's all a big, paranoid guessing game." "Yes." "But maybe Santino may know all those things because you encouraged everybody in this office to unburden themselves to her." "Who knows what dirty laundry was aired in the confines of that office?" "What are you getting at?" "Look..." "Santino's loyalty is not to V3." "And only when you realize that will you be protecting this company and yourself." "Think about it." "Talked to my friend at the Bureau." "They're all set." "And you're sure that you can trust this guy -- your friend?" "He said they're willing to offer immunity to anybody who steps forward." "Immunity?" "So, then, he is gonna have to testify against other people?" "Well, to the extent there are other people." "So, where is this guy?" "Uh, he should have been here by now." "Oh." ""I've decided to go with one of my other options." "I'm sorry."" "What does that mean?" "It means that he is a flight risk or worse, and we have to find him -- now." "Hello, world!" "Welcome to She-K, launching Brickhouse Lingerie in 2014." "We're about to melt all this." "This guy here knows a lot about lingerie." "And this is way too much star power for these lenses." "It's about to get burnt up in here, baby." "We just need one fabulous smile to launch us into the blogosphere." "Stop checking your watch." "There they are!" "How are you?" "Hey!" "Give me a smile!" "Come on!" "Hi!" "Look at the beauty." "Look at the chemistry." "There you go -- Brickhouse by She-K." "Let's get a shot together, huh?" "All right." "Thanks." "Just a couple more, guys." "A quick picture with these young ladies." "Oh, my goodness." "There he is -- Subway's famous fan!" "Justin Tuck, nice to see you." "You're looking good." "I know you saw the game last night." "Yeah, you kidding me?" "Four sacks?" "Incredible." "You about decapitated the quarterback." "If you run my way, you better duck, baby." "This ain't tickleball." "Hey, thanks for showing up." "I really appreciate it." "Oh, my pleasure." "Thanks so much." "God bless." "Thank you." "Thanks, everybody." "God bless you." "Thank you." "Didn't you want that subway deal?" "Yeah -- oh, oh, I'm gonna get that Subway deal, because they need somebody like this on that." "You know what I'm saying?" "Frank, how are you?" "Hey, Connor -- what do you have to say about V3's recent skirmish with the FBI?" "Ah, well, you know, tonight, my only concern is making money for the children, and that should be yours, as well, Frank." "Who tipped off the FBI?" "A disgruntled employee?" "Uh, I think I hear the sound of raising money for children right now." "Good job, Frank." "Thanks, everybody." "Thanks so much for coming." "I appreciate it." "God bless you." "Oh, the artful dodger." "Well..." "You certainly handled that well." "Oh, you got some balls showing up." "You used to like that about me." "I also used to like fondue, but those days are long gone, aren't they?" "I didn't come here to fight." "Oh." "Trying to ease your guilty conscience?" "Trying to support a worthy cause." "You and I might have our differences." "The foundation isn't one of them." "Look me in the eye and tell me you had nothing to do with it." "You never did trust me." "Well, I guess that's why you passed me over." "And you didn't answer my question." "Well?" "Not in his apartment." "You went inside?" "Of course." "And there's no record of him leaving the country?" "Checked all international and domestic flights leaving the tri-state area, and trains going to and from Mexico and Canada." "Nothing." "He didn't answer your calls?" "No -- or any of my texts." "Terry, I'm not sure, but I think your wife has her hand on my butt." "Terry, that's you!" "Terry!" "I'm so sorry to interrupt you guys, but I need to borrow the man of the hour for just a moment." "Okay." "Hey, Terry, thanks for all you do." "I really appreciate it." "God bless you guys." "Thanks." "You seem to be in a good mood, considering." "Am I supposed to be scowling and scare away all our big donors?" "Well, far be it from me to rain on your parade, but we have another problem." "Yeah?" "What's that?" "Carl Webber's not coming." "Where the hell is he?" "He texted me." "He's got the flu." "All right." "Have Nico track him down." "Get him here -- now." "You got it." "Tiny!" "My man!" "Thanks for showing up, brother." "Thank you." "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." "I want to thank you all for attending what's turned out to be V3 Foundation's most successful event yet." "Now, I'd be a fool if I didn't think you were all chit-chatting about another event that happened recently, but I'm here to tell you the truth." "The chocolate cake Wolfgang Puck prepared for us tonight is not actually fat-free." "Everything okay?" "I hope so." "All kidding aside, the problems children face around the world are very serious." "Poverty, hunger, lack of education and healthcare -- these are the things V3 foundation strives to make a difference in." "I'm happy to report that tonight we've raised over $2 million in our fight, and the night has just begun." "I got to hit it." "You can't leave during Connor's speech about sick and impoverished children." "What kind of message does that send?" "Sends the message that he's taking way too long talking about sick and poor kids." "Okay, T.K., calm down." "Whether helping needy kids halfway around the world or forging young hearts and minds in our very own V3 Academy, nobody does it alone." "It takes teamwork, and sometimes even our adversaries become unlikely bedfellows, all to serve the greater good." "And before we head up to the roof for dinner," "I can think of no greater good than handing over the microphone to the man we've all been waiting for," "V3's most generous, not to mention biggest, donor, in every way, shape, and form." "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Shaquille O'Neal." "Shaq, come on out!" "Valet's taking forever!" "I knew this plan was brain dead from the start." "Oh, I will show you brain dead, Cinderfella." "What?" "You think this is -- wh-where are you going?" "To find us a pumpkin." "What?" "Carl, you didn't show, and I'm concerned." "Can you please just let me know that you're okay?" "You really never turn it off, do you?" "Not when it comes to my clients..." "No." "Sam, I'm -- look." "I like you." "I-I really do." "But the casual thing -- it's not me." "I have trouble just -- just being superficial?" "Which is, o-of course, the reason I like you." "Well, maybe I'll see you in two years." "You take care of yourself, Dani." "T.K.!" "Hey!" "T.K.!" "What?" "Whose car is this?" "I got no idea." "Come on." "Get in." "So, you're just gonna steal a Maserati?" "I'm borrowing it." "Come on, get in or get cut." "Okay, you're -- you're putting a black dude in a stolen vehicle, 'cause you're crazy." "I don't know what you're capable of anymore." "I don't know what you're capable of." "Whoo!" "Mr. King." "Mm." "9:59." "Cutting it kind of close, aren't we?" "Well, my grandpa always says that close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades." "Hi." "I'm Sheera." "Uh, fear not, Coach." "I promise you I'll be counting z's in t-minus 30 seconds." "Get your ass upstairs and kiss your lady friend good night." "With pleasure." "Bye." "Douche bag." "Mm." "All right, I miss you already." "You know something?" "You're some kind of crazy." "But I dig it." "You better." "What are you doing?" "Tucking you in." "Gentlemen." "Is everything okay?" "No." "It's not." "Why?" "What happened?" "Carl Webber." "Jumped off the roof of his Soho building." "He's dead." "It seems Carl has been stealing money from V3." "At least that's what we're learning." "Apparently he was into some creative accounting, siphoning funds from the foundation for his own use." "Stealing from charities, no less." "I'll have to assume he was the one the FBI was looking for, so I guess they got all their information." "Dani, I know it's been a tough week for all of us." "Everyone here at V3 really loved Carl." "No matter what he did, he was still family." "People are gonna have to deal with their grief." "I'll help in any way I can." "Troy." "Send a condolence note to the family." "Speaking of notes, did Carl leave one?" "From what we understand, no." "Carl had a story to tell." "I guess we'll never know what it was." "Dani." "You all right?" "I don't know what I am right now." "This is not on you." "You did everything you could." "Did I?" "♪ Will you shine" "♪ like a jewel" "♪ in the morning" "♪ in the morning" "♪ but you're shy" "♪ and you're cruel" "♪ were you lonely?" "♪ Were you lonely?" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"