The Night Agent (2023) s03e10 Episode Script

1
[suspenseful music playing]
Sounds a lot like fraud.
Well, it doesn't have to be,
with the right banker at the right bank.
What'd he want in return?
Access to the presidential daily brief.
With some creative accounting,
we can get it straight to the campaign.
There's a secure online database.
It's encrypted to the point
where I can't even access it
unless I have this book.
Okay, so like a book cipher?
[Chelsea] You kept that phone
so the Secret Service wouldn't find it,
and now Brian Mott is dead.
The only thing I don't know yet is why.
Adam was bringing your father
into custody.
He got hold of a gun.
He took his own life.
- [Hagan] Is, uh, Arrington still with you?
- [Adam] She's here.
I need you to do one more thing for me,
and this one won't be easy.
[Adam] Understood.
- Are you safe?
- Yeah, everything's fine.
[Theo] You should come home.
[Chelsea] Was that our exit?
It's all good. We'll, uh…
We'll grab the, uh, country road.
[indistinct chatter]
Sir, one of your night agents
has gone rogue.
Adam is acting on my orders.
- Stand down, agent.
- Can't do that.
Then I think that's treason, Peter.
Just like your father.
With all due respect, sir, fuck you.
[suspenseful music swelling]
[music fades]
[ominous music playing]
[seagulls warbling]
[dramatic music playing]
[Mom] Hey, don't go too far, Peter.
[chuckling]
[seagulls warbling]
Okay, ready? Now!
[inaudible]
[chuckling]
[Mom] I love you.
[opening theme music playing]
[line ringing]
- [agent] Go ahead.
- Night Action. I need a
[agent] Code, please.
Leaf, tower, ice, blade.
[suspenseful music playing]
[agent] That is not a valid code.
What? No.
Leaf, tower, ice, blade.
This is Copperhead. There's a
Secret Service agent in trouble.
[agent] I'm sorry.
That is not a valid code.
Do not call this number again.
[line clicking, beeping]
We clear the entire house, right?
And remember, there's supposed to be
four guys in there.
Where'd they go?
Well, that's what
we're trying to figure out.
So we exit the building, and then
I see in the distance, this structure,
like a storage shed or something,
about 50 yards away.
And they gotta be in there.
So we start moving in.
All of a sudden,
we hear something, movement.
And we just light that place up.
And two seconds later, we hear
"hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw!"
[laughing] No way!
That jackass didn't know
what was hitting him. I
- That's awful.
- [Adam] Oh man.
- I still feel guilty about that.
- Yeah?
Yeah, well, we had orders
to take out the men, not the donkey.
Poor animal didn't deserve
to go out like that.
No.
[both laughing]
[ominous music playing]
So when did you realize?
Realize what?
That something was off.
[suspenseful music playing]
Ditch the gun.
Left hand.
You know,
I've been reading people a long time,
and you're good. You're very good.
You had me right up to the very end.
But that story, it's funny.
It's just not that funny.
You know, you don't have to do this.
Yeah, well, I… I…
I don't want to,
if that's any consolation.
My family, my fiancé,
you know, what'll they think happened?
That you had a terrible accident.
It's bad luck. It's just bad luck.
And that's exactly what this is.
It's just…
bad luck.
The irony is not lost on me
that I would be in a body bag
if it wasn't for your help back there.
Yeah.
My mistake.
[tires screeching]
[both grunting]
[intense music playing]
[music fades]
[birds chirping]
[Chelsea groaning]
[ominous music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[Chelsea grunting]
[both grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Chelsea grunting]
[Adam grunting, groaning]
[Adam straining]
[suspenseful music swelling]
[Adam grunting, straining]
[Adam breathing heavily]
[Peter] Chelsea!
[cow mooing]
[cow mooing]
- [Chelsea grunting]
- [gun firing]
Shit.
- [door slamming]
- [lock sliding]
[banging on door]
[gun firing]
[Chelsea grunting]
[latch clicking]
[slat opening]
[Chelsea grunting, panting]
[footsteps thudding]
[Peter] Chelsea!
- You good?
- Yeah.
A real-life showdown, huh, Peter?
[Peter] Doesn't have to be.
I don't know what Hagan told you
to get you to do this, but it's all lies.
Oh yeah. You're the
straight shooter, huh?
The guy that broke into the UN,
stole intelligence,
gave it straight to Monroe?
Hagan is using you, Adam.
Okay? He and the First Lady
have been making illegal deals
with Monroe for years.
Bullshit!
Isabel got the hard drive open, okay?
We have proof.
Good men do not hide behind need-to-know.
Ask him for yourself.
Peter, there's no reasoning with him.
Come on.
[Peter panting]
Damn it, Adam.
You ready?
Go.
[gun cocking]
- [music fades]
- [car horns honking]
So Raúl Zapata and the LFS
had an account to finance
all their terrorist stuff.
And separately,
we have Isabel's father, Jacob Monroe.
- An intelligence broker?
- Yes.
Also kind of terrorist-adjacent.
Killed an FBI agent while abducting me,
had his hands in the UN attack last year.
Also in bed with…
[Isabel] Jenny Hagan.
He funneled money through
her charity, Signature Initiative,
and illegally back into
the Hagan campaign
as leverage or blackmail,
in exchange for classified intel.
[Jay] So Zapata, Monroe,
Signature Initiative.
What do all these parties need
in order to launder money?
- A bank.
- [Jay] Very good, Jane.
It's Jill.
In fact, all of these entities
used the same bank, Walcott Capital.
So, clearly, they had someone in the bank
to approve the transactions,
make sure they don't get flagged.
They slipped up, which
is where I came in.
We believe the bank
paid for the murders of Senator Lansing,
Vernon Tyvek, and Mike
to cover up their involvement.
This is based on the word
of a murder suspect?
Self-defense. Also, are you fucking
listening to what we're telling you?
[Isabel] It's all on the drive.
And this is what
my father had on the bank.
We haven't even begun to dig into
the rest of his intelligence operation.
Jesus, if even half of these leaks
are real, this is a very big deal.
Sorry, can I just…
So many allegations
against such high-profile parties
leaves us extremely exposed.
And I'm not even gonna begin
to touch the ethical considerations
of you running after this story,
given that Monroe is your father.
I'll disclose it. It's how I was able
to track everything down.
I agree with Jill. We want this airtight.
It is airtight.
There are over
a thousand folders on there.
It would take months to vet,
and the president
is already trying to cover this up.
I'm not asking to
publish the whole thing.
Just a part of it,
just to get the narrative out.
[pensive music playing]
- What do you think, Trip?
- [Trip] What if we put a team on it?
Upload these files to a secure drive
and have a full-time staff of reporters
vetting everything?
- That would take a couple of weeks.
- At least.
Guys, we're talking about
the president here.
Are you making your point or ours?
[Trip] What if we got some witnesses
to go on record?
Who else is there besides this guy?
There's Chelsea Arrington,
a Secret Service agent
who can attest to the relationship
between Monroe and the First Family.
[Koppelson] Wait,
the one who shot the intruder?
Johnson at the press pool
texted me ten minutes ago.
The White House
is calling her account into question.
They're trying to discredit her.
Like I said, this is a cover-up.
Trip…
we really should fast-track this.
- Agreed.
- Strongly advise against.
Co-sign.
Trip, it's your call.
[Trip] I'm sorry, Isabel.
I'm with the lawyers on this one.
We can't rush this.
- [car horns honking]
- [music fades]
[Adam groaning]
They'll be headed to The Register.
Peter said they got the drive open.
[Hagan] Listen, I get the feeling
that Sutherland's not gonna stop.
I need you to handle him.
[ominous music playing]
Rich, can I…
Can I talk to you as a friend right now?
Go ahead.
[Adam] Peter said things
about you and Jenny
having ties to Monroe.
Yeah, that's right.
Uh, Monroe was an early donor
to my campaign.
Uh, guess that makes me
part of the conspiracy in his mind.
- But you're not?
- [Hagan] That's why I called you.
Peter, he can't see past
his own personal trauma.
His father was a traitor,
so now he perceives everyone as an enemy.
He never trusted me.
He never trusted you.
Jesus, Adam, we fucking bled together.
[Adam] I know. Hey, man, I know.
I'm just looking for clarity, that's all.
It's a matter of national security.
Is that not clarity enough?
"Generals question so we don't have to."
How many times
did you drill that into my head?
[softly] Yeah.
Look, I know I'm asking a lot,
but you won't have to do it alone.
How's that?
You're not the only member of our
old team I brought into Night Action.
[ominous music playing]
[music fades]
[suspenseful music playing]
[cell phone vibrating]
Theo's trying to kill the story,
or at least delay it as long as he can.
- That's good.
- [Chelsea] What if they go after him next?
He didn't choose to get involved.
[Peter] You're doing the right thing.
Sounds like Theo thinks so too.
Seems like a good guy.
Yeah.
Peter.
God, I'm scared, man.
Just try to think what you'll be doing
when you're through with all this.
I'll be on my couch in my jammies,
stuffing my face with cake.
Cake, huh?
I'm more of an ice cream guy myself.
Favorite flavor?
[Peter] Yeah,
there was this ice cream bar.
My mom got it for me…
one day when we were at the beach.
It's actually
my last memory I have of her
before she got sick.
[somber music playing]
Yeah, it was, uh…
I don't know, it was red.
Had all these, like, crunchy things
all over it. It was good.
What was the name of it?
I can't remember.
It was strawberry or raspberry something.
Uh…
Had this logo,
this little blue cow on the front.
[Peter chuckling]
I always keep
my eye open for it. It's just, uh…
That good, huh?
Honestly, I can't even remember.
Um…
Maybe I'm just hung up
on how I felt that day.
[cell phone vibrating]
Yeah.
[tense music playing]
- [Peter] Where are you guys?
- Still at The Register.
[Peter] We're on our way back.
Stay there, tell security
not to let anyone in the building.
Stay away from the windows.
The whole building is windows.
- Adam tried to kill Chelsea.
- [Isabel] What?
Are you both okay?
Yeah, but the president's tying up
loose ends, which means…
- He's coming after us.
- [Peter] Yeah.
- Where you at with the story?
- [Isabel] My bosses won't publish it.
Not without vetting the drive,
which could take weeks.
Did you tell them
I told them everything.
They won't publish it.
- What if you got a source to go on record?
- Jay and Chelsea aren't enough. I tried.
What about the banker?
There's evidence on that hard drive
that might convince her to talk.
[indistinct chatter]
[Isabel] Excuse me, Evan.
What if I get someone
from Walcott Capital on the record?
- Who?
- [Isabel] Freya Myers, a private banker.
If I got her confirming all of this,
will you get us
cross-platform coverage tonight?
That's a very big if.
But if I do, will you run it?
I'd have to check with Trip.
But yeah, that might work.
- Peter, it's on.
- [Peter] Great.
Find out where she is. We'll come to you.
Renee asked me to reach out to you
specifically because there's an addendum.
It's big.
You'll wanna break the full story.
So we just need you to hold off for
No, no, no. I understand
this is last-minute. [sighing]
Well, how…
how long can you hold the story?
A couple of hours? Come on, Rina.
Great, great. No, I promise you'll be
the first one I'll call. Thank you.
Okay…
Hey, Samantha, it's Theo.
I'm calling on Renee's behalf
about the Arrington story. I was hop
What are you doing?
Samantha, I'm gonna
have to call you right back.
- Hey.
- Are you serious right now?
The story's bullshit, Renee,
and you know it.
I'm calling security.
Don't bother.
I quit.
Hey, Samantha, it's Theo.
Sorry about that.
We'll get the account set up and running.
And I will be sure to let you know
next time my associates
pass through Moscow.
[line beeping]
Uh, yeah.
Okay, you as well.
Yes?
Evening, Miss Myers.
There's a Miss De Leon to see you.
Says she works with a Jacob Monroe.
[ominous music playing]
Give me five minutes, then send her up.
[Father] Fold it, spin it. Good.
Now, you do all of them like that,
there'll be more than enough room
for the PlayStation.
Did you learn this at work?
Scouts.
[cell phone vibrating]
- Yes?
- [Freya] Where the fuck are you?
The journalist that you claim
to have taken care of
is at my doorstep.
- I see.
- [Freya] I don't need you to see.
I need you to do.
I can stall her.
How quick can you get to the East Side?
[Father] I'm not gonna
be able to make it.
- I'm no longer working this job.
- [Freya] What?
You were paid triple for your services.
And that payment
has just been returned to you in full,
less some incidentals.
We had a deal.
The only reason that I answered this call
was out of professional courtesy
to inform you that I have withdrawn
from this field of work entirely.
I hope we can part on good terms.
What? You're… you're having
a goddamn midlife crisis
in the middle of a job?
More of an awakening.
[Freya] Listen, I need you right now.
Are you coming or not?
I am not.
You listen to me right now, you asshole.
[sinister music playing]
You are not the only number
in my contacts.
But if you decide to screw me,
then you and every single person
that you have ever cared about
better start looking over
your fucking shoulders!
You have a nice evening now.
[Freya breathing shakily]
[music fades]
Everything okay?
Better than ever.
[doorbell ringing]
Hi. I'm sorry for intruding.
- I'm Isabel
- [Freya] Isabel De Leon.
I loved your last piece
in The Register. Come in.
Wow. So this is what life is like
from the eightieth floor.
Wanna know a little secret?
Anything above the fiftieth
looks the same.
[sighing] What can I do for you?
I was hoping you'd sit down
for an interview regarding Jacob Monroe.
I'm so sorry.
I have a policy to not discuss clients.
So he was your client, then?
I didn't say that.
- He kept meticulous records.
- "Kept"?
He's dead.
Oh.
I'm so sorry to hear that.
I'm sure.
But he did leave something behind.
An online drive.
Every financial transaction he ever made.
Emails, texts, audio recordings.
So many audio recordings
I'm beginning to think
he was always wearing a wire.
And there's evidence linking
you and your financial institution
to money laundering.
For Jacob Monroe,
for Raúl Zapata and the LFS
via David Hutson's casino,
and for the First Lady via her charity.
You can go ahead and take a look.
[tense music playing]
- [clerk] Good evening.
- Yeah, you too, boss.
Sorry, I just need you to sign in.
Who you here to see?
[man sighing]
Freya Myers in the penthouse.
Got it. Just gotta call up.
Actually, we were hoping
this could be a surprise.
Everything has already been uploaded
to a secure Dropbox.
Over the next two weeks,
reporters at The Register
and outlets around the globe will
be combing through it to corroborate.
And then come the indictments,
the trials, the convictions.
And if you're lucky,
your own private cell with an en suite.
[ominous music playing]
- What are you smiling at?
- You.
The tough-knuckled reporter
bringing truth to light.
It's adorable.
- I have proof.
- [Freya] No.
You have accusations
buried in spreadsheets
that it would take an MBA to understand.
And who's to say
that these are not forgeries
manufactured by our competitors?
It's the truth.
Truth is just an opinion
dressed up the right way.
A reporter, of all people,
should understand that.
You can't hide from this.
I don't have to hide.
Bad people take advantage
of financial institutions all the time.
And fortunately,
it always ends the same way.
The bank gets investigated,
we pay a speeding ticket,
and then everyone just gets back to work.
You've really thought this through,
haven't you?
And it took me all of three seconds.
I hope you have a wonderful evening,
Miss De Leon.
Good luck with that story.
Don't you wanna know
how Jacob Monroe died?
He was murdered
by a professional.
Not by one of yours.
No, this one was sent by the president
to cover up his wife's crimes.
They killed him to keep him from talking.
What do you think they'll do to the banker
who helped process all the illicit funds?
[knocking on door]
[sinister music playing]
Who is it?
[man] Hey, Miss Myers. It's maintenance.
We think there might be
a leak in your apartment.
Mind if we come in and take a quick look?
Do you know them?
Uh, could you come back tomorrow, please?
Uh, sorry. No can do.
See, it's leaking into the apartment
down below, so it's kind of urgent.
- [Isabel] We need to hide.
- [man] Miss Myers?
Miss Myers!
Stay here.
[suspenseful music playing]
Is there another way out of here?
There's another elevator upstairs.
[Freya gasping]
Where's your phone?
I left it in the other part
of the apartment.
Good. Dial your number.
[Freya sighing]
[cell phone vibrating]
[both panting]
Upstairs, now!
[ominous music playing]
[Isabel breathing shakily]
[ominous music swelling]
[door banging]
[elevator bell chiming]
Shit, they took the second elevator!
Peter, they broke into the apartment.
They're trying to kill us.
- Hold on. Who?
- [Isabel] I don't know.
They had guns and ear things.
And they just left? Are you okay?
Freya got away. They went after her.
- We need to find her before they do.
- [Isabel] Are you close?
I'm heading downstairs now.
- [garbled] I'll meet
- [line beeping]
Isabel.
Shit.
[suspenseful music playing]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[Chelsea] Peter.
[inaudible]
- Take this.
- What about you?
[car door closing]
[man] Put it down.
Drop it. Now.
Move.
I got the reporter.
[suspenseful music playing]
- [car horns honking]
- [indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. Um, I need your phone, please.
No, it's not like that. I can pay you.
[Freya panting]
She's inside Grand Central.
This is Adam. I'm two minutes out.
Help!
- Chelsea!
- Where'd the guy go?
I don't know!
He cuffed me and then he left!
[man] Turn around.
Slowly.
Drop it over there.
[gun clattering]
Now put your hands on the railing.
[both grunting]
[intense music playing]
[both straining]
- [Chelsea grunting]
- [man yelling]
[man grunting]
[both grunting]
[Isabel] Oh no!
Oh God!
[Chelsea straining]
[man grunting]
[Chelsea] No!
No! No!
[Isabel] Help!
Help!
No, he's gonna kill her! Help! Hel
[Chelsea yelping]
[gasping]
[man straining]
[Chelsea gasping]
[both straining]
- [Chelsea roaring]
- [man screaming]
[man groaning]
[man grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[announcer] Attention, customers,
for your safety and the safety of others,
please do not sit on the floor or stairs
in Grand Central Terminal.
Thank you for your cooperation.
[indistinct chatter]
Needle in a haystack here.
I need extra eyes.
[Adam] I just got here.
[man] Okay.
She's wearing a gray sweatshirt
and slippers.
[Adam] Excuse me, sir.
Excuse me. Excuse me. FBI.
We got a situation developing.
I'm gonna need your help.
Officer! Oh, thank God!
Ma'am, I need you to stay where you are.
Turn around.
[suspenseful music swelling]
I got eyes on the suspect.
She's heading into the east corridor.
I'm here to help. Do not scream.
Put this on. Put the hood up.
Hey.
I'm with Isabel. Where are you?
- [Peter] I've got Freya.
- Great. We're heading to The Register.
- We'll meet you there.
- [Freya] Where are you taking me?
She's found a friend.
They're headed to the subway.
Proceed with caution.
[man] Are you coming?
I will meet you there.
I think I know where they're going.
Block all the exits
at the 28th Street Station.
And that's how Senator Lansing
was involved.
What about the casino?
We went over the casino, Dan. Ask
a colleague that was paying attention.
You guys okay? What happened?
We're okay.
Get the studio ready for the stream.
- Where's your source?
- On her way.
- I hope.
- Peter will get her here.
We'll get off at the next stop.
Financial Register's just
a few blocks away.
Yeah, I'm not talking to your friend.
I'll figure a way out of this.
I've done it before.
This isn't a couple hired guns.
You're up against the might
of the executive branch
of the U.S. government.
Now, maybe you make it
to your private jet.
But I bet a bullet finds you first.
[PA chiming]
Shit.
[indistinct chatter on police radio]
Listen, come with me or go with them.
It's your choice.
I might know another way
out of here. Come on.
[train beeping]
[gate clattering]
There's an entrance here that was
connected to the old Park Avenue Bank.
It was my first job out of college.
Yeah, it's just on the other side of this.
It comes right out near The Register.
[door slamming]
[sinister music playing]
[Peter grunting]
[both straining]
[Peter grunting]
[man roaring]
[Peter yelling]
[man grunting]
[man roaring]
[man grunting]
[squelching]
[both yelling]
[Peter groaning, panting]
[suspenseful music swelling]
[man grunting]
[trigger clicking]
[both grunting]
[Peter grunting]
[man straining]
[Peter groaning]
[Peter gasping, grunting]
- [engine starting]
- [Peter coughing]
[man screaming]
- [nail gun clicking]
- [man grunting]
[Peter gasping, coughing]
[wincing, groaning]
[coughing]
[tense music playing]
[both breathing heavily]
[Freya] All right.
Okay. Come on. Come on.
- How much further?
- There, Register's across the street.
[gun firing]
[Freya gasping]
[Peter groaning]
[Peter] Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
- I know you don't wanna do this, man.
- You've known me a week.
That's long enough to know
that if you wanted to kill me,
that bullet would've hit me in the head.
Next one will.
[Peter panting]
- Hagan is not a soldier anymore, Adam.
- [suspenseful music playing]
He's a politician. He's a liar. Okay?
He's using you to cover his tracks.
[Freya] He's telling the truth.
Monroe and the First Lady illegally
laundered millions into his campaign.
I helped them do it.
[Peter panting] Look at me.
Look at me, Adam.
I've been where you are, okay?
That voice in your head
that's telling you it's all bullshit,
listen to it, please.
[Adam] Don't.
[Freya yelling]
Next one's yours, Peter.
Yeah.
You willing to die for this?
[breathing shakily]
[dramatic music playing]
[Peter breathing heavily]
[Freya breathing panically]
[Peter] Chelsea.
- [Chelsea] Peter.
- [Peter] Hey.
- Um, he's been shot.
- [Chelsea] I got him.
Take her upstairs. Take her upstairs.
[Isabel] We're going live
as soon as you're ready.
- [Peter] Fuck.
- Easy. Take it easy.
[Peter groaning]
Is there a, uh,
first aid kit or something?
I think we can do better than that.
[Peter breathing heavily]
Just so we're clear…
I will tell you everything I know
about the Hagans, but the rest
That's all I need from you, for now.
[Freya sighing]
God, how do I look?
Adorable.
[director] Okay, here we go.
[indistinct chatter]
[line ringing]
Is it possible your bank was used
to launder money?
[tense music playing]
Like any other bank.
Is that a yes?
Yes.
"The lion thought it might be as well
to frighten the wizard,
so he gave a loud roar,
which was so fierce and dreadful…
- Excuse me, Mr. President.
- …that Toto jumped away"
- Yes?
- There's something you need to see.
Okay, you guys keep reading, okay?
[Isabel] And how did you first meet
the Hagans?
[Freya] I've actually never met them.
But the First Lady's nonprofit
has been a client of the bank
for almost two years.
[Isabel] So you've never spoken
to them directly?
[Freya] No.
That would defeat the purpose
of my shadow division within Walcott.
And when did you first suspect that
the First Lady was using her nonprofit
to violate campaign finance laws
and launder money
into her husband's campaign?
[Freya sighing]
I didn't suspect.
I knew exactly what she wanted
when she sought my services.
And do you have proof
of the First Lady's criminal intentions?
If Congress
and the U.S. Department of Justice
are interested in reaching
an understanding with me,
I would happily disclose
everything I know
about the Hagans
and their criminal conduct.
[reporter] This comes
after the bombshell reporting
from the financial journalist,
Isabel De Leon,
who exposed these secrets
after investigating the business dealings
of her estranged father, Jacob Monroe.
Today, I'm joined by the man
who helped her on her journey.
Welcome, Jay Batra.
Thanks, Ali. It's great to be here.
Jay, you were working
as a… a government analyst,
just going about your day,
when something suspicious pops up.
And that starts you down a clue trail.
Walk me through this.
You know what? It's easier if I show you.
[Ali] Okay.
So that's me. [sighing]
[woman singing in French]
- What do you think she's singing about?
- Oh, man. Uh… [sighing]
If I had to guess, there's a guy,
he's in a really tough spot,
who's alone.
He didn't know who he could turn to,
who he could trust.
And then she came along.
She helped him make sense of some stuff,
and, uh, together,
they made things right.
Is that so?
I think that's what she said
before she started singing.
[Isabel chuckling]
- How are you feeling?
- Doing all right.
Uh, my hand's better, but my leg
still needs to heal up a bit.
I've been reading all your articles.
They're great.
You're doing a really good job.
I'm proud of you.
You really covered everything.
I mean, almost everything.
You were the only one
who made a deal with my father
who was actually trying to help people.
You weren't the story.
It must be nice being able to put,
you know, words to everything.
And not just, you know,
the scandal or the stuff with your dad,
but, uh, sorting through all the lies,
telling your story.
That's not my story.
My story is still being written.
So is yours.
What's next for you?
I'm thinking about
going to Barcelona for a few months.
[Peter] Barcelona? Wow.
Sounds nice.
- Business? Pleasure?
- [Isabel] A little bit of both.
Trying to find some balance.
Yeah, balance, uh,
sounds great. [chuckling]
[Isabel] What about you?
What's next for you?
All right, let's talk music.
So live band brings the energy,
but then you're sort of
committing to a single vibe.
You know, I… I have an idea.
- DJ?
- No.
What if we just took off
and went somewhere?
- You mean, what, like elope?
- [Chelsea] Yeah.
We could make it official
at the courthouse
and then just hop on a plane
to Belize or something.
[dramatic music playing]
I love you so much.
I love you too.
But I will have my goddamn wedding.
[Chelsea laughing]
Okay. In that case, DJ.
DJ it is. All right,
so with the pictures,
I'm thinking like less editorial,
more photojournalistic…
[inaudible]
[tense music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Father] What a shit show.
Tell me about it.
[in British accent] That all seems
like poor decision-making
or just a distinct lack of ethics.
I would have to agree with that.
[music fades]
- Are you waiting for someone?
- Why?
Well, I'm about to order a stiff drink,
and if you are waiting for someone,
then I will content myself to
I'm not…
waiting for somebody.
Henry.
- Nina.
- [Father] Lovely to meet you.
All right, then.
What'll it be?
[ominous music playing]
A perfect martini.
Perfect.
[Freya chuckling]
[sinister music playing]
[bartender] I'll be right with you.
[Father in normal accent] Hey.
[music fades]
Whoa!
Sorry that took so long.
It's okay.
- Can we get some fudge?
- Sure can.
[dramatic music playing]
There's something I keep wondering.
If a king cobra encountered
a Komodo dragon in the wild,
who would win?
That is a great question. Go long.
- [indistinct chatter]
- [seagulls warbling]
[Father] Oh!
[birds chirping]
- [music fades]
- [indistinct chatter]
[Mosley] It'll take a minute
for the dust to settle,
but we started a review process
for all night agents.
- Are you cleaning house?
- Scrubbing it.
I was thinking about asking
for an extension.
- Till the leg heals?
- Maybe longer.
Someone once told me
that the best agents
know how to find balance in their lives.
Thinking I should find some.
Whoever that someone is,
you should listen to them more often.
[Peter chuckling]
I'm thinking about the request
you made for a partner.
I think I have a candidate in mind.
Who?
I thought you were taking a break.
Yeah.
When you're ready…
I know the number.
You be good, Peter.
[dramatic music playing]
- [man] And one for you.
- Thank you.
[man] You're welcome.
Hey. What's it gonna be?
[music fades]
[ending theme music playing]
[music fades]