Good morning.
How can I help you?
Um, I was interested in leasing you a safe deposit box.
There's some requests in life that are beyond my power.
Yours happens to be one for which I am eminently, and I'm not.
I'm not.
I am eminently qualified.
Eminently qualified.
Huh.
Okay.
Uh, it means I'll have to ask you a few personal questions.
Well, not too personally, I hope.
Curtis?
Uh, name, address, and telephone number.
Huh.
It's essential.
I promise you.
Just banking regulations these days.
You know how it is.
Yeah.
Ignore me.
Nobody move!
Get away to the set!
Behind the counter!
Let me see your hands!
The rest of you!
On the ground!
Get on the ground!
Now, now.
Get down, get down!
Now!
You, now!
Get down, now!
Listen to me!
Get this stuff!
Can't you see it?!
Ugh!
Federal agents, drop your weapons!
Ugh!
Seung.
Ugh!
Uhuh!
Come on, move, lady.
Johnny! Johnny, no!
Please don't.
Whoa. Not cool.
Definitely not cool.
You want me to handle this?
Lock yourself out.
This is stuffed. It's King Cobra.
His venom could kill a grown man inside 15 minutes.
I thought these things were bigger.
Yeah, not so big until he's stressed out and locked onto your butt.
Looks like Jeffrey Dahmer's evidence box.
I think this is Nate's.
I'm thinking Hetty.
Mine.
Sorry.
Mine.
No, we thought maybe Hetty was having a garage sale.
What is all this stuff?
Just prized possessions, sacred belongings, heirlooms and memories.
Irreplaceable items that cannot be assigned a price.
This is priceless.
Are you kidding?
A full set of 72 ultra-jelly bracelets from Replying Tokyo?
Wow.
G has a thing for ultra-jelly bracelets from Replying Tokyo.
There was a break in my apartment building
and I couldn't let their crooks take my stuff.
What is the price on the black market these days for a poppycock baby doll?
It's not just any poppycock baby doll.
This is peaked.
I keep my mementos in a GSA class 6 fireproof safe
drilled to the floor of my den under false wooden panels.
Yeah, gotta be protected.
For Pete's sake.
Okay, GSA class 6 is military grade.
What do you keep in there?
Just a class of five.
What about you?
What do I keep my stuff?
Yeah.
Here.
Mm-hmm.
No, no, I don't mean memories.
I mean stuff, like this.
G doesn't have stuff.
I find pack rats in hoarders faster than any.
You know they tend to be closet romantics.
I'm sorry, did you just call me a hoarder?
You said pack rat first.
Wow.
I'm memories.
I still mourn the loss of my most prized possession.
Traces of it are still embedded in the asphalt
along a quarter mile stretch of the Cirque de Monaco in Monte Carlo.
I don't even think it was the most expensive thing I ever owned,
but it certainly was the fastest.
New case on deck.
Dude, is that a King Cobra?
This happened last month on Mutinabi Street in Baghdad.
Six marines wounded, one killed.
The nail bush.
Followed by a robbery.
$5 million in U.S. currency.
Reconstruction funds headed for local contractors.
The Jihadist Raiders Front took credit for it.
I've heard of these guys.
Formed in 1994 by Abu Al-Jaleel.
The State Department considers the Jihadist Raiders Front
to be one of the more high-profile terrorist groups.
They got cells right across the Mideast.
How did they find out about the shipment?
You need top-secret clearance to get access to those convoy routes.
Roots were leaked.
After the ambush, Delta raided a safe house
used by the Jihadist Raiders Front.
One of the things they recovered was a SIM card
with an LA phone number on it.
Belonging to...
Staff Sergeant Chad Jeffcoat,
who just happens to be a military customs inspector
with access to convoy routes.
They called him three days before the ambush.
Address, rents a bungalow under Dondo Beach.
Address is on your phone.
His shift starts in, you know, an hour.
You really have a GSA classic safety gear, Dan?
I told you, I have to keep my valuables safe.
What valuables?
I have a Min Condition Patrick Ewing rookie card,
a football signed by the 1986 New York Giants.
And the entire run of the Silver Surfer comic book series.
Plus a couple of tickets for the Lakers next tomorrow night.
And they both spoke with you.
What else?
What do you mean, what else? Why does it have to be a what else?
Because that was way too easy.
And because that is your, I'm hiding something left.
There was nothing else.
Now there is definitely something else.
We're here.
That can't be it.
Conversations over.
Is this a Navy SEAL thing?
I'll show you a Navy SEAL thing.
I'm waiting.
I have a Michael Jackson glove from the bad tour in the 87.
He threw it out in the front row at the Madison Square Gargish shop.
One of those white gloves?
Who's the King of Poppins?
Yeah.
But the sequence?
The King of Poppins.
Why was it just the one glove and not two?
If you have to ask, you just don't get it.
Jeff Cole, focus.
How you doing?
Good morning.
Chad's a buddy. We're supposed to pick him up for lunch, buddy.
He doesn't seem to be around.
You haven't seen him, have you?
No, not today, buddy.
Thanks.
Have a good day.
Hey, G.
Just the one glove?
Don't do it.
It's blood.
It's blood trail.
No discoloration. That's still fresh.
Spent nine millimeter shell.
The shooter must have used a silencer,
otherwise the neighbors would have called it in.
Jeff Cole's wounded. He runs.
Second nine millimeter shell.
So he takes his second round, but he's still on his feet.
Runs towards the car.
Trail ends here.
Perp either finished them off or he got away.
How far can you get with two rounds in you?
Not far enough.
So where's the body?
I always unlock the car with the remote as I come out the front door.
Trunk or back seat?
Trunk.
I'm going back seat.
Less lifting.
Nada.
Just Chad's not coming to lunch.
Hey, you were Jeff Cote.
Where would you hide your most prized possessions?
Depends on what my most prized possessions are.
Sure.
I don't know.
Don't lose floorboards.
No wall safes.
Bedroom's clear.
There.
Dishwasher doors jammed.
False pen.
Oh, wow.
That's one way to launder money.
10K brick.
It's a great place to hide stuff.
Fortunately, I don't have a dishwasher at my place.
If Jeff Cote suspected he was in trouble,
he would have taken this and bolted.
Not put on his uniform and headed into work.
Could have leaked the convoy route, got paid,
thought he was in the clear.
He crossed the wrong person along the way.
Yeah, but who?
And where?
250,000 sequential serial numbers.
That kind of money.
A guy could buy a lot of sequined gloves.
He wore it on stage.
They have sentimental value. You can't put a price on that.
Kenzie.
Yeah.
What's your opinion of a man who owns a sequined Michael Jackson glove?
King of Pop?
I like this guy already. Who is he?
What's the word from the Treasury?
Serial numbers came from the shipment of reconstruction funds
stolen by the jihadist raiders front in Baghdad.
Well, the attack was last month.
That's plenty of time for Jeff Cote's cut to get back to him.
And one of the keys you found on Jeff Cote's lawn
was generated by an airstrip in the north valley
that rents out hangar spaces.
He own a plane?
Nope.
Don't lose it.
And don't spend it.
What is this?
Oh, uh...
Blues?
Yeah, I mean, I look like it, but, um...
I got soul.
Cool harmonica, huh?
My harmonica.
Sorry.
It was sick.
I'm sorry.
He was sitting down on the tail line.
I thought it was Don's.
No. It was a gift from my dad.
You don't talk about him much.
We were living on a base in the middle of nowhere.
One night, I wanted to go out with my friends to the movies.
He said, no.
He left me at home to go and have a beer
with some guys on his platoon.
So I snuck out anyway.
Oh, come on.
Titanic.
Oh, come on.
Titanic.
Huh?
The movie.
I loved it.
I still do.
And you can make fun of me all you want.
I don't care.
Anyway.
After that, I came home.
He didn't.
MPs found his body on the side of the highway the next day.
Carder needed dental records to identify him.
What about his drinking buddies?
Questioned, cleared.
Shipped out.
Case was never solved.
I was 15, so I never got to speak to them.
Well,
you would have been proud of me.
You play this better than I do.
Well, you should see me play my dad, Joe.
Aw.
Okay.
Looks like we missed a party.
Ah.
It could be a bag, Dad.
Look at the looks of it.
Just the rest of the stolen five-mil.
Schemesks?
Coveralls.
Ever been worn.
Looks like someone's planning on taking something that doesn't belong to them.
Whoa.
Not gonna ask twice.
Schematics from the Certified National Bank in downtown LA.
Look, Jeff Colt was tied to a bank crew.
Why rob a bank when you've already got a duffel bag stuffed with millions of dollars?
Salerno, are you here?
Federal agents, stop right there!
Stop!
Gee, you okay?
Gee!
You really got tickets to the Lakers game tomorrow night.
No.
I wouldn't do that.
Bad idea.
The worst.
He didn't read the sign.
Gotta read the sign.
Okay.
What is it, Eric?
Kenzie just called from the hospital.
The hostel that you wounded in the shootout just came out of surgery.
Michael Joseph Benelli is an ex-con who specializes in high-end heists.
And the money?
Just spoke with Treasury.
It's the remaining $4.75 million from the convoy attack in Baghdad.
How does an LA bank crew wind up with terrorist money?
Guys have skill sets. They always for hire.
You think a jihadist terrorist group paid these guys $5 million to rob a bank?
Maybe there was something in the bank they really wanted.
Maybe the money was just a down payment for the job.
Just more.
They just reviewed the security cam footage from outside the hangar.
They got this from approximately 48 hours ago.
Who's the mailman we saw outside of Jeffco's bungalow?
A facial wreck ID to miss Damien Salerno.
A prime suspect in 14 bank robberies over the last 15 years.
Found the caught-up on an unrelated tax charge.
Released from prison in May of 08.
Was it Mike Rico in that case?
Yeah, he was.
LAPD also think he's involved in at least five murders, but they can't prove it.
Jeffco makes a six.
I guess Salerno decided his piece of the pie wasn't big enough.
He's what you call mastermind and muscle rolled into one felonious package.
Mr. Benelli?
Nice.
The nurse who wears black leather.
Looks like I made it to heaven after all.
I used to talk to you.
You're not the cop that shot me.
No.
You wouldn't be here if I was.
My kind of girl.
So what do you think Salerno's going to do when he finds out he's lost all his money?
When he asked him.
Because you were the only guy who walked away.
And you're talking to a dead man.
Not if you work with us.
It took some digging, but I think I figured out why these guys are targeting this particular bank.
Okay, since 9-11, the FBI has been trying to cut off terrorist groups from their financial assets.
The most recent success was freezing a series of bank accounts used by the jihadist raiders front.
What's the amount?
Over 50 million dollars.
And guess where those funds are located?
Certified national bank downtown LA branch.
Raiders want their money back.
They hide the best heist team in town to get it for.
But Salerno doesn't come cheap.
He demands an upfront payment.
They attack the convoy, take the cash, and ship to Salerno.
Jeff Cole must have been a middleman.
He had the security clearance to leak the convoy route to the raiders.
He told him he'd bring Salerno in to hit the bank.
Yeah, but no bank keeps 50 million dollars in his fault.
Don't need to. Banks retain assets electronically.
You have the right account numbers, swift codes, passwords.
You can shift money electronically anywhere anytime.
Then why pay a high screw? Why not hire a hacker?
Because banks have unique security protocols for funds frozen by the FBI.
You have to have physical access to the actual terminal to move the money.
But that's never stopped you before.
Well, most hackers don't have access to the toys that I do.
I can make us all very wealthy in about two minutes.
I mean, if you wanted me to?
Not that you would want me to. Not that I would want to.
I'm just saying, you know.
What exactly are you saying, Eric?
I think this is an inside job.
All right, Eric. Thank you.
What's his name?
Who's name?
The guy in the bank.
The man who's gonna wire the money back to this terrorist group
and then tell the cops that he was ordered to do it by the bank robbers.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'll tell you what I'm talking about.
I want the name of the guy in the bank
who's gonna wire the 50 million to the jihadist raiders front.
The bank robbery was just a front.
An excuse so no one will suspect the man on the inside.
I'm tired.
I need to sleep.
We'll sleep on this.
You're facing a lot of years in prison.
We can cut you a better deal than Celerno.
Eric.
Yeah, Kenzie?
You're on speaker.
I'll take it from here.
Yes, ma'am.
He's not gonna tell us.
Yeah, it was a long shot.
I was hoping he'd cut a deal.
Will this guy lead us to Celerno?
Well, not willingly.
He's terrified of crossing him and for good reason.
Then maybe he'll unwillingly take us to him.
Already on it.
Guys, guys.
Message from Mike Renko.
He says he's got someone who can help us with this case.
Meet him at the boat shed.
On our way.
What's the prognosis, Doc?
Oh, but only his entire value system is based on the use of violence.
The threat of Celerno finding him will be too much to bear.
He's gonna run back to his boss and beg for his life.
Good thing I tagged him before he woke up from surgery.
GPS and audio taped under the shoulder bandage.
That was smooth.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah.
Top, come on.
I need to get this tail started
and you need to get out of the office more often.
The ever-vigilant special agent, Mike Renko.
Late night clubbing rockstar?
I was working undercover with a bunch of tweakers.
Freaking guys in the room.
What you got for us?
Detective Matt Bernhardt.
He's a buddy of mine in LAPD.
Busted Celerno eight years ago.
You still have friends in LAPD after the thing with the cops?
And a horse?
You guys didn't tell Eddie about that, did you?
How could you do that?
It wasn't technically illegal, but it was disturbing.
Hm.
So Bernhardt, he's a good guy?
Uh, yeah.
I heard hesitation.
Sam, did you hear that?
Hesitation.
I see it. I hear it.
Hell, I can even smell it.
Bernhardt's been known to walk outside the lines a little bit,
but he always gets results.
So he's dirty?
When you're a cop, there's a fine line
between being dirty and effective.
Mm-hm.
We'll pass.
This case is already hot enough as it is.
Okay, first of all, this guy's your best chance
of getting close to Celerno.
Second of all...
He's here already.
Hey.
Detective Matt Bernhardt,
special agents Callan and Hannah.
Detective Matt Bernhardt,
special agents Callan and Hannah.
How you doing?
Good.
Hey, man.
What's going on?
How you doing?
Good.
All right.
Why don't you tell these guys about Celerno, Matt?
All right.
He's getting old.
He's not pulling ice anymore.
He's planning.
He's setting a crew in
and getting a cut of a score.
Good to know.
Celerno's point man is usually this psycho whack job
by the name of Johnny Manning.
Johnny Manning.
He wasn't one of the guys who showed up at the hangar.
It's lucky for him.
Thanks for the heads up, guys.
Wait, that...
That's it?
You're kidding me.
Thanks, pal.
Callan, it's me.
Vanelli's back up in North Valley Airstrip.
Looks like he's waiting for someone.
Okay, we're on our way.
Hey, Eddie.
Here.
The Mossberg 590.
Matt Black finished eight round capacity.
Not my favorite weapon,
but it's a useful tool in a tight spot.
Yeah.
It's not loaded, isn't it?
Just trying.
I do prefer it with the upper Picatinny rail
and the modified standard heat shield.
But then my tastes are more refined,
no doubt, than reprobate bank robbers.
I'm sorry for asking, Eddie,
but, um, wouldn't the recoil be just...
It's a bitch.
No, I'm good. Good.
More of a surveillance guy, you know?
The headphones, the microphone.
Um, Kenzie talked to me about her dad today.
Tragic.
Yeah.
You know, it's still an open case.
Well, she said she still had some questions
for some of the guys who were supposed to be with him that night.
They're out there somewhere.
What happens when she finds them?
How do you know she hasn't already?
What do you got, Kenzie?
Nothing. He's just waiting.
Hello, Mick.
Selena, where are you?
Where's my money, Mick?
I did everything I could to keep it safe.
You gotta believe me.
I heard law enforcement got it.
You do tip them off, cut yourself a deal, Mick?
Kenzie, do you see Salerno?
He's gotta have eyes on Benelli.
No, I don't have him.
He could be anywhere.
So now it's a sprint, huh?
See who gets taken down first, me or the bank?
Nuts. You're still going through with the bank?
It's not like I give them back their down payment now, can I?
Your hardest rate is front.
Expecting this job to get done in the next five days.
None of this would have happened if you hadn't taken down Jeff Cohen.
We could have pulled the bank job and walked away.
I'm still pulling him.
Want me to show you how much I need your help?
Guys, Benelli's down. Benelli's down.
We're moving in.
Shot game from the north, high ground, north gate.
I can't see him.
I can't see him, Sam.
North gate's clear.
He's not here. He's gone.
All right.
Everything Celerno had on Certified National Bank is right here.
Got the game plan, escape route, everything,
but the date and time they plan on making them move.
What are the chances Celerno's going to get a new crew together?
He either goes through with this or he's going to be looking over his shoulder the rest of his life.
We identify the inside man at the bank,
then the jihadist raters front lose the key piece in this whole plan.
Just comb through a list of the bank's employees.
Bring them through some vectors, no red flags like criminal records.
Except for one who sticks out.
Meet Curtis LaCrosse.
Okay, did his college year abroad in Egypt.
It's active on jihadist websites with a radical bent.
And made seven phone calls to Baghdad in the last month.
All the satellite phones that are now disconnected.
It's a raiders tactic.
They issue new phone numbers every 14 days.
Makes them impossible to track down.
Curtis is also single.
He's got active membership to four different online dating sites.
Am I the only one who wonders why there is a suspect in every case
who happens to be a bachelor?
Well, seeing as how criminals tend to be males with antisocial proclivities.
And also wonders why that always seems to be the vector that we go after first.
The lowest hanging fruit is the easiest to pick, Agent Plot.
Seriously, Curtis is going to take time to get close to.
Salerno and his crew could hit this bank at any point in the next five days.
As despicable as the man is, Salerno isn't our primary target here.
The jihadist raters front is.
We need to confirm who's working inside the bank
and make sure they give up everyone else involved,
both here and in Baghdad.
And the clock is ticking, Mr. Cannon.
You ever thought of getting a safe deposit, Barks?
Okay.
Time to dial in the Kenzie Charm.
Yeah, it was me with the charm.
Jelly bracelets.
Good luck.
Okay.
Okay, Eric.
Kenzie's going in.
Right, Sam.
Accessing the bank cameras now.
Okay.
You went too far, Johnny!
See my name again, you're next.
Roll with it.
Sam, I'm down.
I'm going in.
Cell phone's on the ground in front of you.
Let's go!
Move!
Anybody that works here, line up behind the counter.
Let's go, come on.
Move!
Let's go!
We're moving to the back of the bank.
Jingle file line!
Now!
Eric, I'm going around the back.
Right, Sam.
I'm going to disable the fire alarm and lock
so you can get inside the bank's emergency exit.
You want to live? Do not look at me!
Do not look at my colleagues! You understand?
Let's go now!
Two minutes!
Speak to me, Eric.
LAPD's on their way.
Move it!
Keep moving.
All right, this is it.
You know what to do.
Now!
Come on!
I never got the call.
There's been a change of plans.
The cops are on to us.
Salerno pulled it up.
You want your money?
We got to do it now.
Him.
Curtis, what is this?
You're about to find out.
My name is Connor Lavery.
I'm the manager of this branch.
I don't want anyone to get hurt.
Just please, just tell me what it is you want me to...
Get your hands up!
You're going to take us to your office.
Right? Now, Connor, let's go.
Approaching back door.
The door's locked, Eric.
Hold on.
It looks like the bank upgraded their security system last month.
I'm going to need some time to work my way around
and breach their server.
As quick as you can.
What do you want me to do?
I've got six, four, four, one, eight, six, five, three, one, three.
There should be about $50 million in there.
You will transfer everything in that account to this bank.
Using your pass codes.
Istanbul.
Do what he says and you might see your wife and kids again.
Okay.
Come on, Eric.
Going as fast as I can, Sam.
We're almost there.
Come on, come on, come on.
Almost, almost.
It's done.
Yeah? We're good. Let's roll.
A copy.
Copy that.
Follow me.
Come on, Eric. Three seconds, Sam.
Get down! Get down!
Go!
Ladies and gentlemen, Curtis has left the building.
On behalf of the LAPD,
I'd like to say it's a pleasure doing business right here.
You're good.
Yeah?
And you have no idea how much it pains him to admit that.
I'm a man of many flaws.
Tasting friends is not one of them.
Most of the time.
Come on. It's my idea of a good time.
He's growing old.
Hey, he does a good psycho.
Well, there's worse ways to make a living.
All right.
She ain't over yet.
Okay, everybody.
This operation has concluded.
Many thanks to all of you at the LAPD
for your help with this up.
Remember, the bank employees do not know
this was an undercover operation.
They've all been transported back to the precinct
for questioning.
Impressive performance.
Not quite Oscar-winning,
but definitely worthy of a nomination.
Hey, at least I made Curtis believe it was real.
Next time, I'll be the bad guy.
Fine by me.
Got it, Aaron. We're on our way.
The GPS tracker you slipped into Curtis's shirt
is up and running.
All right, LAPD's going to question all the bank employees.
You stay with them.
All right, where do you think Curtis is going to lead us now?
We'll find out.
Okay.
Mr. Jully Braceless worked.
Hey.
Looks like he's here to meet someone.
Eric, tell me you have control of that wire transfer.
We can't let the radars get a hold of that money.
I'm getting close.
Still trying to figure out the subtleties
of the Turkish electronic banking system.
Okay, Mr. Suttle, we'll stay on it.
We'll stay on it.
Kenz, have all the bank employees been released yet?
Half an hour ago.
LAPD's not too happy about it.
From what they can tell,
none of them were involved in the heist.
Thanks, Kenz.
Slavery, the bank manager.
Wasn't how I thought it'd go down.
He never said anyone was going to get killed.
They shot that woman.
She's a federal agent. She left her no choice.
So now we're both accessories to murder.
That's not the only problem we've got.
Transfer hit Istanbul.
The problem is, money's disappeared.
What? How'd this happen?
You tell me.
You think I stole it?
I'm supposed to be on a plane to Syria in two hours.
You were the one who was always in it for the money.
And I was supposed to take my cut
and go back to work Monday morning.
So, where'd it go?
Good camping.
I think I looked pretty good too
for a guy who took two shots this morning.
What is this?
The first time today, it's exactly what it looks like.
Break the building, baby.
CVP has just apprehended Damien Selaer.
No.
He was caught trying to get over the border into Mexico.
He's with Renko now, hopefully telling him everything
he knows about the jihadist raiders front.
Well, that is great news.
You still haven't found a satisfactory spot for your stuff?
No.
I was going to rent a safe deposit box,
but what happens when I want my stuff
and the banks are closed?
Ah.
I've done a pretty good job, I think,
of letting go of my attachment to most physical objects,
but I've never been able to let go of my antique jewelry
collection.
It's in a safe place, and I could certainly
make room for your things.
Oh, I would never want to take away
space from your collection.
Oh, well, that would be impossible.
I have an entire warehouse in Santa Monica devoted to it.
OK.
Thank you, but, um, it's just certain things
you want to keep within arm's reach.
Well, in that case, we have extra space in the archives room
in back.
Your things would be safe and close by.
OK.
Thank you very much.
OK.
Mr. Callan, Mr. Hanna, what can I do for you this evening?
Quarter mile stretch of asphalt.
Circuit de Monaco, Monte Carlo.
It's not the most expensive thing you've ever owned.
But it was definitely the fastest.
Gentlemen, I'm late for a very important meeting.
Ferrari, Aston Martin?
1955 Porsche Spyder, a work of art.
I just never got used to the understeer.
So, um, I have to save it all.
GSA class six?
Yeah.
That's fireproof under the fake floorboards in the den?
Yeah.
Keep a few things under lock and key,
like tickets to the Lakers' Knicks game tonight.
I thought those were spoken for.
I wanted to see how you handled the Michael Jackson glove
situation.
With the sequins?
Yeah.
And?
And I am cutting you a break again.
I like you cutting me a break.
Very nice that I'll even let you wear the glove.
I'm going to take a pass on that one.