"Hey, pumpkin." "By the time you get this we'll be out of base camp and about half way to Camp 14." "Weather's good, not a lot of wind, it's perfect visibility, it's just..." "I know you had to "work"... but you are missing a real great climb." "I love you." "Well, this ain't Boston, is it?" "Good to see you, too, Eliot." "Two weeks we're supposed to lay low, Nate!" "You climbed in the service, right?" "Two weeks after San Lorenzo, all right?" "There's a reason we follow rules." "This job has a specific window of opportunity." "But you are missing a really great climb." "I love you." "Mwah." "That was the last time I ever heard his voice." "He disappeared in that storm, and they never found the body." "Why don't you tell me about him?" "Alan grew up on a Kansas farm." "He said the... the first time he climbed a mountain, it was like going to another world." "We met climbing." "Put himself through college and started his own investment firm to help small businesses like his family's farm." "Then about five years ago, he partnered with Merced Financial Services," "John Drexel's company." "That's Drexel, third over." "He's the guy that races cars, right?" "Mm, he races anything that goes fast and costs a lot." "He also climbs mountains." "He liked that Alan could climb, so he took him on a bunch of his expeditions." "Uh, listen, I am sorry." "I, um, I'm not sure I can help you with this." "There's something's wrong at Merced Financial, okay?" "One division, the mortgage investments..." "Alan said they were seizing properties he wasn't even sure they owned, that they were signing foreclosure forms" " without even reading them." " Oh, yeah." "Robo-signing." "Yeah, that's what they call it." "What they do is they sign a thousand foreclosures, and they bet that the homeowners don't have the money to fight the case." "Now, the courts, they'll stop it, if your husband had proof." "After he disappeared, our house was broken into." "Our computer was stolen." "His e-mails are wiped." "Is there any..." "I don't know..." "paper trail?" "Not at our house." "But there may be... one place no one's looked." "This is not what I expected." "Climbing is a rich man's playground." "These people pay 50 grand to get choppered halfway up the mountain, then they climb to the peak, having a dozen guides carrying their luggage." "Pay enough, they'll carry you to the top." "Literally." "Hello, Nate." "Uh-oh." "Sophie." "I've heard of denial, but climbing a mountain to avoid talking about..." "Let go." "I'm just so damn cold." "I don't care, man." "Just please set me on fire." "Do something." "I'm all shivering, and I think one of my nipples fell off," " 'cause the sensation... man..." " Don't tell me stuff like that!" " Tell him what?" " Nothing." " Hey, girl." " Hey." "Okay, Parker, listen." "You can climb a mountain, right?" "I climb skyscrapers." "You can walk up a mountain." "It's not the same." "Are there avalanches on skyscrapers?" "No." "But that would be so cool." "Just how dangerous is this gig you took without checking with us first?" "Yeah." "Eh..." "Ridiculously dangerous!" "It's like a danger cupcake with murder icing." "Man, that is 20,000 feet high." "Only half the people who try actually make it to the top." "But t-t-they figure that Alan Scott died on the way back down, just hours above the base camp here." "I'm sorry... died on the way down?" "That's why black people don't climb nothin'!" "You know there's like a hundred dead people scattered all over that rock." "That's nasty." "These millionaires, man... they go up these mountains just to have fun, and people die trying to drag their ass back down." "But, oh, happy day, because the rich guy got saved." "Now, Alan Scott..." "They were the last ones on the mountain last winter, right?" "Yeah, the storm our guy disappeared in shut down the mountain for three months." "So we got a shot at this." "Now, if we get there the day the mountain reopens, we can find him before anyone else has a chance." "Fi... find him?" "Find the dead guy?" "Well, not him, exactly." "Okay, so, this notebook right here..." "This contains his findings on the mortgage fraud, all right?" "Now, the rest of these teams, they're in a holding pattern until the blizzard clears." "But, Parker, Eliot, you're gonna go up now." "Look, this is really, really sad, and I'm sorry, but we're gonna climb a mountain to find an executive's diary?" "Merced Financial Services is taking 100 homes a day." "That's 100 families out on the street a day." "They're either too afraid or too broke to fight this thing." "I agree with Sophie." "This widow doesn't need thieves for a rescue mission." "It's not even a rescue mission." "The dude is dead, Nate." "It's treasure hunting." "I..." "Thank you very much." "Come on, a man's not a camel." "Where's my bloody drink?" "Now, listen to me." "She needs thieves because this is not a treasure hunt." "She needs thieves because this is a race." "All right, so, Hardison and I are gonna run things from the communications tent, which is just over here." "Yeah, see, I'm officially working on a project for the U.S. meteorological survey." "That means that I have access to the comm relays, the satellite, Internet, uh, the cell-tower repeater." "Nobody talks to anybody on or off this mountain unless we want them to." "Who are these guys in red?" "They're forest rangers." "They're why we, uh, have this window of opportunity." "Drexel's team has to be cleared to officially hit the trail." "That'll take a couple hours." "So we're unofficial." "Uh, very." "Guys, Mr. Scott's parka had a locator beacon inside." "Now, the signal's not strong enough to reach all the way down to base camp, but with this receiver, the closer you get to him, the louder the ping." "Now, I'll do my best to lead you to his last-known location." " What about Drexel?" "That's Sophie's job." "She's gonna keep Drexel off the mountain, distract him." "You okay with that, Sophie?" "Nate, I'm at a party full of drunk millionaires far from home who are dizzy from lack of oxygen." "It's like grifter Christmas in here." "Okay, people." "Let's go steal a mountain." "Again." " What?" " Again." "We already stole a mountain two years ago." " Really?" " Well, technically, it was a mountain resort," "Not a mountain, but, yeah." "You were also very drunk on that one." "Uh..." "Ladies and gentlemen... we're climbing this mountain..." "I am climbing this mountain... to honor the people... especially my dear friend Alan Scott... who died here doing exactly what they loved to do, proving to the world that with determination and preparation, nothing is impossible," "which is what Merced Financial Services is all about." "It's a company where adversity is overcome." "Wow." "He is a piece of work." "It is a company..." "Nate, when are Eliot and Parker in play?" "Where we're always trying to get to the top." "Any second now." "Listen, you get caught up there, just call." "I'll suit up." "You'll suit up?" "You shouldn't even be up here." "No, I'm fine." "We're at 8,000 feet already, Nate." "Altitude sickness kicks in here, all right?" "You know the symptoms?" " Headache, nausea, dizziness, fatigue." " Exactly." "Sounds a lot like alcohol withdrawal, doesn't it?" "So, what do you think it is?" "You think it's the booze?" "Or you think it's the blood boiling inside your skull?" "Hey, Eliot, you know, if you can't handle this, you know..." "I can handle it just fine, Nate." "But every second you're on this mountain, your clock is ticking." "You're very good at what you do, but you can't con a mountain." "I'll be fine." "I'm just saying, I should go up that mountain with you." " You want to climb?" " Yeah." "A mountain?" "Aaaaaaah!" "Seriously?" "Aah!" "Ugh!" "Ugh." "Okay." "And that last one was a 10-foot drop!" "Okay." "Fine." "I just think I should keep an eye on you." "Keep an eye on me?" "Well, not... you... you and Eliot." "It's a dangerous mountain." "There could be some polar bears or ill-tempered eskimos, like..." "This isn't gonna become a thing, is it?" "W-what?" "No." "Pl... no." "No." "This is not." "Whatever "this" is." " Oh." "Yeah." " Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "All right." "Let's roll." "What?" "What are you doing?" "At least Eliot gave me a hug." "Mr. Ford?" "Oh, no." "Mrs. Scott, what are you doing here?" "Hey." "What?" "I'm an experienced climber!" "I know my husband!" "I know the routes he would've taken!" "No." "You're emotionally involved." "It leads to bad decisions." "I'm sorry." "Did you just say that?" "With a straight face?" "Not helpful." "Not helpful at all." "Now, listen..." "Drexel, if he sees you up here, he's gonna figure out what we're doing, and we're gonna lose the only advantage that we have." "All right, so, you can watch us, listen to us." "But you have to trust us and just let us do what we do." "Okay." "Where are they?" "They're pretty far up already." "They're gonna burn out at that pace." "We don't need them to actually reach the peak." "We just need them to get where we think your husband is." "If they need to, they can take pictures of the notebook and send it to us." "No, they can't." "You see this line right here?" "Anything above that point, the signal's too weak for data." "It's voice only." "Great." "So we have to physically bring the notebook down?" " Yes, indeed." " Wonderful." "Looks like Drexel's team is getting ready." "How hard do you want me to run them?" "Sophie, listen, it's a straight stall." "Nothing fancy." "Well, I need to know the teams if I'm gonna run the game." "I got you, Soph." "Anybody who goes up that mountain, they have to register with park service, so..." "No, no, no, not names and numbers." "Personalities." "Feelings." "Karen, you climb, right?" "Yeah." "Big sweaters, very cheerful." "That's team Strausse." "The bald one is Hans Strausse." "Acquisitions and mergers for some giant German bank." "He's very flirty." "Guten Tag." "Mochten sie etwas schnapps?" "Mmm." "Ja." "Danke." "Japanese climbers." "That's Hiro Miyashta with Makino Finance, a big investment firm..." "one of Drexel's main competitors." "They offered Alan a job a few times." " Konichiwa." " Konichiwa." "That's odd." "They're usually at the Alps this time of year." "Miyashta's a very serious climber." "The mountain is more beautiful now that you are here." "Ooh." "Very serious about finding out what's inside my sweater, anyway." "And the aussies?" "Oh, just some celebrities, rich kids of rich people, people who own newspapers, stuff like that." "Tourist climbers." "Drexel's friends." "Yes!" "Bring it over!" "It's really just an excuse to jet around the world partying." "It's one big worldwide party." "Well, then, let's get invited." "Hardison, I need a Paris phone number redirected to my phone." "Got it." "Bellefleur." "Number is... 06-36-37-84-75." "Nate, I could use your help." " This play's much better in pairs." "Yeah, uh..." "No, no." "I-I think that I should probably just, uh, stay here." "It's easier to monitor Parker and Eliot." "Besides, it's good that there's one face he hasn't seen." "What's she doing?" "Uh, she is meeting Drexel for the second time." " Ohh!" " Cochon!" "Uh, excuse me." "Do you know who I am?" "Oui." "But do you know who I am?" "No." "W-we've never met." "Huh." "Vraiment?" "Mount Rainier." "We have the hot toddies..." ""Oh, Mina, come to my tent." "I'll warm you up." No?" "You don't call me?" "I don't have your number." "Vraiment? "Oh, mina, you type it for me."" ""I'm too drunk to touch the little buttons."" "Well, I guess we have met before." "Yes, we have met." "Get me a drink, I help you remember." "She's kind of scary." "You have no idea." "We're coming up on an orange tent and supplies." "Could this be Alan Scott's tent?" "No, man." "That's a high camp." "They're like little supply depots scattered all the way up the mountain." "First aid, oxygen, water..." "that sort of thing." "All right, Nate," "Alan Scott's last-known communication with base camp was at north 63 degrees, 6 minutes, 56 seconds... and west 150 degrees, 44 minutes, 34 seconds." "Okay, that high-camp elevation is 10,000 feet, which means that Eliot and Parker should be getting a ping off of his beacon." "But it's... it's just nothing." "I'm thinking I need to send another transmitter up there to help triangulate Scott's beacon." "No, no, we can't send another climber on the ridge, no." "You sure about that?" "What do you mean?" "'Cause I got a footprint." "Russian." "Spetsnaz." "Seriously?" "It's a very distinctive footprint." "Drexel had the same idea we had." "Um, Eliot, Parker, be careful." "You've got some competition up there." "Sophie, what's Drexel's status?" "All good." "Going nowhere." "What was that?" "Comment?" "Ohh." "Who are you texting, huh?" "You have another woman?" "Listen to you." "No." "When you're the boss of a company, you don't get much time off." "But I tell you what..." "I will have some more spare time to do some traveling, maybe, uh, get to Paris a bit more often." "A text is great." "The text he sent that other guy is gonna have to transfer here through my cell repeater, which means I can find our Russian, who is not on the mountain." " What do you mean?" " This doesn't make any sense." "The text he just sent went to a cellphone at the base-camp tent." "Miyashta." "He sent a text to his competitor." "Any suggestions, Nate?" "I..." "No." "I have a more pressing problem at the moment." "You were right." "She took the other receiver." " What are you doing?" " I'm going after her." " You got a signal?" " Yeah." "Yeah, she took the same route Eliot and Parker took." "She's gonna swing north to triangulate Scott's signal, and... w-wait." "Are... are... are you crazy?" "Come on, man." "She's an experienced climber." " Are you kidding me?" " Yeah, h-here's what I want you to do." "I want you to get financials on Miyashta's company, cross-reference them with the work you've done on Drexel's, and... and give it all to Sophie." "All right, Sophie, this is on you." "You got to figure out what he's up to." "Do not do this." "As if you ever listen to me." "He's gonna die." "Eliot, Parker, I need y'all to double back and stop him." "Can you?" "We're a little busy here, Hardison." "There's definitely something going on." "What'd you find out in the accounts?" "There's been some big stock transfers, like Miyashta." "See, this is something you would see before a-a big corporate takeover." "But that's impossible." "I mean, there have been no rumors about a buyout this big." "Drexel did say he was gonna have a lot more spare time." "Check the climber registrations." "Find out which of Miyashta's guys are on the mountain for the first time." "Most of them." "They don't have a lot of climbing experience, either." "That's because they're not climbers." "They're lawyers." "This is a buyout." "All right." "This is perfect." "Mountain camp." "There's no reporters." "There are no other employees." "This is the perfect place for secret negotiations." "Drexel is..." "He's selling the company." "He sells the company, and then all those mortgage records disappear into a Japanese corporation, where the privacy laws are tighter than the Swiss." "Yeah, Drexel gets paid and away scot-free." "Hardison, you shut down his phone." "He cannot check his stock or his messages for this to work." "I'm changing the game." "Hey!" "Ein schnapps bitte." "Mmm!" " You are not happy." " Damn right I'm not." "My company came this close to snapping up Merced Financial, and then Miyashta swoops in like a white knight." "The second they announce, the stock's gonna go through the roof, and we'll never be able to buy him up." "That's six months of my life just wasted!" "I'm sorry." "I didn't even catch your name." "Hans." "I am... just a climber." "Nate?" "Nate?" "Somebody say something." "Where is she, Hardison?" "She is right ahead of you." "Now, see, her receiver's working." "And between her and Parker's receiver," "I'm getting a fix on Alan Scott's location, but, I mean, she's got to know that she's high enough." "Why does she keep climbing?" "Because she has to." "We better find her, or you're gonna be hauling two bodies off this mountain instead of one." "Okay, look, thanks to Mrs. Scott," "I have a fix on her husband, but the location is way, way off from the location that Drexel gave the rescue crews." "Does anybody else think something really bad went down that night?" "What?" "Here?" "Are you kidding me?" "!" "There's nothing here!" "Yes." "No, no." "It's... it's..." "it's got to be there." "It's... it's the only location for the body to logically be." " Well, you're wrong." " No, I am telling you you are standing right on top of it." "And I'm telling you that how can we be here, if "here" isn't even here, all right?" "!" "We are literally standing in a field of snow!" " Crevasse!" " Crevasse!" "El..." "Eliot?" "Parker?" "Parker?" "!" "Oh, Nate." "Nate, man." "We got a problem." "Nate, we..." "Nate?" "Come on, Nate." "Answer me, man." "I-I need you to answer me." "Nate?" "Nate!" "I woke up, dragged you down here to the high camp." "What happened?" "I twisted it." "Kept going on it, hyperventilated, and... then you found me." " I would've died out there." " No, no, no." "He would not have wanted that." "I was just so..." "Angry?" "He never got to say goodbye." "And that... isn't fair." "It's never fair." "Listen to me." "I know." "I lost someone." "You don't get "fair."" "You don't get closure or goodbye." "So you take the anger." "I've learned that the anger feels pretty good." "Better than the grief." "I know that the anger is the thing that gets me up, gets me going in the morning." "But, you know, you have to be a little bit careful because if you let yourself be driven by the anger, it will blind you, and you will get into trouble over and over again just so that you can feel," "just so you can... beat something." "And what happens then?" "Well, eventually, you... you run into something that your anger can't beat." " Like a mountain?" " And you realize that your... your luck has run out." "And it's a long way down." "Hey." "Stop it." "That could've gone a lot worse." "His leg's broken." "Fell through the ice, broke his leg." "That was it." "It's gonna be a bear getting us out of here, and there's two of us." "One man by himself?" "He never stood a chance." "He died in here?" "Alone?" "They couldn't find his beacon." "The stone walls ate the signal." "Then the storm sealed him in." "We got to get out of here." "Inventory the equipment." "And him." "We're getting him out, too." "All right." "Nate?" "Eliot?" "Parker?" "Nate?" "Eliot?" "Parker?" " Stop it!" "You're driving me mad!" " Hey." "Hey!" "I am restraining from freaking out quite admirably." "Just stay focused." "Drexel's got no idea that his stock's going up, right?" "Thank you." "No." "The Germans are buying like crazy." "Mr. Miyashta." "Konichiwa." "Mr. Drexel's friend." "Well, to be honest, I work for the London Examiner." "I was just trying to get a straight answer out of him." "But you know what he's like." "Ah, yes." "So, any comment about this... this buyout?" "I have no idea what you are talking about." "From the Germans." "Check the stock price." "Excuse me." "I'm running out of cons here." "Where are they?" "Hey, pumpkin." "Battery's okay." "Cold kept it good." "There's another message." "Should we watch it?" "That's for his wife, Parker." "That's not for us." "Okay." "So, how's this gonna work?" "We don't have enough time to put the screws into the ice." "So I'm gonna send you up, and then you belay me up." "What about him?" "We'll put a rigging on him, try to pull the body up." ""Alan."" "And he's coming with us." "Okay, I got a fix on Nate and Mrs. Scott's signal coming down the mountain." "But there's still no audio yet, and it looks like there's a big storm coming through, and it's bouncing radio signals all over the place." "Let me know the second that you hear anything, okay?" "A word." " Oui?" " Stop it." "The Germans and the Japanese think I'm running a game on them." "I can't get my office on the phone." "I have no idea what's going on, but what I do know is you're in the middle of it." "Check your stock price." "I can't." "Just give it a sec." "What the hell is going on?" "Oh, dear." "Miyashta's pulling out, which means the Germans are pulling out, which means your stock's gonna crash, and we can take your company." "Nice accent." "Now, who are you?" "And what do you want?" "Karen!" "What are you doing here?" "I mean..." "I mean, we're all so sorry." "Don't." "Hey, baby!" "Ohh!" "Mmmmmm!" "I'm running the Moscow circus con, and you're the Ivan." "Go." "Okay, I'm kind of dying of altitude sickness here." "Well, then, do it quickly." "All right, I go up, set up a pulley..." "Assuming there's enough rope." "I then pull you up, then him." "We're gonna dead-lift him out of here and then carry him back down the mountain?" "We're burning daylight, Parker." "Well, then, we better hurry." "Parker!" "You all right?" "I got it." "I got it." "The rope snapped." "We're gonna be short." "I got to take the rigging off him." "We need the rope." " No!" " Parker!" " No!" " It's done!" " No!" "This is what we're supposed to do!" "We're supposed to get him back to his wife!" "Nate would do it, Sophie would do it," "Hardison would do it!" "They would do the right thing!" "I want to do the right thing!" "God." "I am not buying any of this." "I don't care, okay?" "I can gut your company anytime I want, okay, and pick up the pieces later." "Look, the widow gave me the notebook." "Okay?" "The account numbers, everything I need to prove that the majority of your mortgage assets aren't even yours... except, of course, the worthless ones." "You're bluffing." "Okay." "Have you heard from your Russian?" "Heh." "What do you want?" "What I want you to do is I just want you to wait a few hours." "Just stall, okay, because we're getting into position to profit from Miyashta's announcement." "When I get back, I want to see that notebook." "Yeah." "Hey." "It's a good thing it was us." "Because we'd leave him." "Because they would've kept trying and they would've froze to death right next to him, especially Hardison." "So it was a good thing it was us." "The two of us... we do things they can't... won't." "Does that make us bad?" "It makes us... us." "Now, you can take that as a gift... or you can take it as a curse." "And that's up to you." "Wait." "I want to play that last message on his phone... just in case he wanted us to do something for him." "Fair enough." "Attention, base camp." "Hardison!" "Ye..." "Yes?" "Ye..." "Yes!" "Ye... wait." "Parker." "Parker?" "You there?" "Talking... uses... oxygen." "Right." "Look, y'all, I just..." "I just want to say that y'all are my peoples, and..." " Hardison." " You know, I was so scared." "Hardison, shut up!" "Listen to this." "Attention, base camp." "Now, let me get this straight." "When I said... when I said "simple stall,"" "you heard..." ""multinational, high-finance feeding frenzy," right?" "Tomahto, tomato." "Nate, I've got Eliot and Parker coming down the mountain, and I've got something you need to hear." "Go check on Karen." "Well, can you?" "No?" "Well, tell them to try again when they get to high camp!" " What the hell was that for?" "Calling your bluff." "Show me the notebook, or I'm closing the deal." "I'll have to go get the notebook." "You haven't got it, have you?" "That's what I thought." "Tell you what... if your team find it... if..." "I'll tell my fella not to kill them if they hand it over." "Hell, he'll even give them a ride back down the mountain." "This is not going well for you." "I got, uh, some bad news and some good news." "Bad news is Drexel knows we don't have the notebook yet." "And the good news?" "He said "give them a ride."" "Now, where can he be?" "Parker!" "Notebook." "Eliot." "No!" "The notebook is all we have!" "You!" "I got a snowmobile out there." "Frequency 2-6-8." " Get him on the line right now." " Oh." "Okay." "2-6-8. 2..." "Dmitri, you hear me?" "I destroyed the notebook." "Nothing but ashes." "Good work." "You get back here as fast as you can." "Nate." "Nate, we got a serious problem, man." "A serious problem." "I assure you, you will not regret this deal." "We are looking forward, Mr. Drexel." "As am I. Domo arigato." ""Arigato."" "You are missing a really great climb." "I love you." "Attention, base camp." "I hope I'm in range." "This is Alan Scott." "I'm..." "I'm injured." "I've found shelter in this cave." "But I..." "I don't think I'm gonna make it down." "John..." "John cut my rope and let me fall." "No." "No." "That... that didn't happen!" "John Drexel cut my rope." "Where is this coming from?" "Hmm." "Attention, base camp." "Can you copy that?" "No." "I can barely hold your audio." "Look, I need you to get it down the mountain in range of the broadband connection." "Get it below the cutoff line." "Parker!" "Whew!" "I fell back on the..." "You!" "What have you done?" "!" "And I broke my leg." "And..." "And I saw him do it." "I saw him." "I don't think..." "I don't think he planned it, but..." "You're under arrest." "Let's go." "But he saw me talking to the other executives." "Hey." "Hey." "What... this is just hearsay." "A dying declaration... admissible in court." "When he saw his chance to get rid of me, he took it." "Come with us, Mr. Drexel." "You can't do this to me!" "Bug off!" "There must be a lot more than what I found." "Hardison, how are you doing this?" "I'm not." "Dude just tried to e-mail this the night he died, and it all sat on his phone until it could connect." "Alan Scott is getting back at the man who killed him." "I'm e-mailing it to you now." "I only hope that there's enough signal strength for it to get through." "Uh..." "Karen. if you get this..." "Sweetie, everybody that goes up a mountain rehearses this speech in their head." "And, um..." "I guess it... it..." "I guess it just comes down to this." "I love you." "I just..." "I just love the hell out of you." "And I always have." "So don't come up here looking for me, because I'm not up here." "I am right there next to you, wherever you are." "Okay?" "I love you, pumpkin." "I love you, too." "You did it." "You brought him back to her." "Uh... hey." "You realize this isn't going to be normal, right?" "You know, my nana used to say that what's normal is whatever works for you." "We all work okay." "I should meet your nana." "Yeah, you should." "She's ni..." "Wait." "What?" "No, I mean, mnh-mnh." " Hey, good job on Drexel, by the way." " Ohh." "I've never seen you use that opening before." "The trick is to gauge whether he's the type of guy to forget his conquests." "You know, it's all in that split second when they can't quite remember." "They clench their jaw, they stammer, they wave their arms around." "It's a dead giveaway." "So, I see we're all eating together again, uh, at my table in my home." " Nate, um..." " No, good, good." "A word." "Look, we're both adults, right?" "And it took us a long time to reach an equilibrium, as it were." "That's a lot of words." "And it was very memorable." "It was." "I agree." "Never happened." " Never happened." " Mnh-mnh." "And we don't tell..." " Never tell them." " Mm-hmm." "Oh, good." " Hey." " All right." "But listen... you may as well start calling me by my real name." "Oh, it's a bit silly pretending you don't know it, after that night." "Oh, no, no, no, no." "It's just..." "You know, if I do that, they're gonna..." "I mean, they're... they're gonna know that something's, you know, c-c-changed." "They'll figure it out." " Yeah, maybe." " You know." "Definitely." "Definitely." "Yeah, just, uh..." "No, I..." "I'll call you Sophie, okay?" "That's safest." " Uh-huh." " Really." " Right." "So, if I was to ask you..." "Better call the exterminator... 'cause you got bugs." "I thought you swept the place." "I did." "It's a passive-burst transmitter." "It's the kind I use." "Whoever this is, they got game." "You're gonna have to sweep the whole place again." "I'm on it." "Somebody's taking a run at us." " Sterling." " Could be Starke." "Or maybe Damien Moreau had friends." "Yeah, or my father or the Irish mob or any one of, what, 50-odd millionaires that we've tricked, imprisoned, or generally ticked off." "Let's face it." "We've pulled off some pretty big jobs." "That puts us at the top of everybody's list." "And when you're that high up..." "It's a long way down." "Sync by honeybunny Corrected by MystEre"