Leverage

Mr. Maranjian, please stand.

Do you have anything to say before the court renders its sentence?

Perhaps an apology to your victims here in court.

I don't want to take up any more of the court's time.

Very well.

Mr. Maranjian, you were a hedge-fund manager...

who supported a lavish lifestyle by robbing your clients blind...

in some cases, wiping out their entire life savings.

The money was never recovered, and you've shown no remorse for your actions.

However, the government has indicated...

that you have provided substantial assistance in the prosecution of other cases.

With that in mind and with credit for time served...

the court hereby sentences you to 18 months in prison.

No!

Order! Order!

Mr. Maranjian is hereby remanded into the custody of the U.S. Marshal Service...

to begin his incarceration at Fort Walton Beach, Florida.

We're adjourned.

I can't believe it.

Easy.

Come with me.

The rich and powerful, they take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

And sometimes, bad guys make the best good guys.

We provide...

You're lucky they just gave you a warning, Ronald.

How do you know my name?

Oh, that. Yes, well, I think this belongs to you.

- You guys cops? - Uh, no. No.

We are in the restitution business. We're trying to help Eddie's clients.

- A little late for that now. - No, no, no, no.

The judge says the money Eddie Maranjian stole is gone.

We don't believe that. Eddie liquidated $400,000 right before his trial.

And it looks to us like it's still in this town.

And we came here to find it for you and the other victims.

Nobody wants to see this guy just get a slap on the wrist, Ronald...

I mean, but killing him? He's a thief, not a murder.

My sister Natalie, she wasn't a big shot, you know?

She was a widow.

Her husband worked his whole life, left her enough to live on.

Then she met Eddie.

He was smart, responsible, and Armenian, like us.

Yeah, well, they call these affinity crimes...

people who prey on fellow members of ethnic groups.

Eddie took my sister's money. Then she got sick.

Only she didn't see a doctor or tell anybody because she didn't want to be a burden.

My sister died in a hospital bed, and it didn't have to happen.

But Eddie, oh, he's just a thief, right?

Eddie's new address in Fort Walton Beach, Florida, is the original "Club Fed".

He's got his own nine-hole golf course. Vegan menu.

This dude can play frisbee with the guys from Enron in the quadrangle.

I hate those guys. 18 months in a country club, this guy.

Yeah, and then when he gets done, he gets to come home and collect his hidden cash.

All right, so if this guy is not afraid of prison, then...

what incentive does he have to tell us where the cash is?

I'm thinking.

Nate, I hate to rush you, but Eddie goes to the prison in an hour, so...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What are you more afraid of than-- than prison?

Death?

And what are you more afraid of than death?

Oh.

Nice suit, Eddie.

Maybe when you get down there, you can trade it for a pack of smokes.

You think people handed me their life savings because of a...

because of a suit?

Are you gonna tell me it's 'cause you're a financial genius?

I like you, Charlie. You don't seem like a typical fed.

I'm gonna give you a little lesson in hedge funds.

I don't put on a suit and say, "Give me your money."

I do the opposite. I disappear.

I become a rumor...

an exclusive club open only to select people.

People like your buddy Bob here.

One day, you realize he's been in the club for a while, making big returns.

Bob, someone you know, respect...

That's the key. Because now I've shifted your fear.

You're not scared of losing money anymore.

You're scared of losing out on making money.

It's not about the suit, Charlie. It's about shifting fear.

Not much chitchat between you two. You lovebirds have a little tiff?

- We just started working together. - Don't talk to him.

Lighten up, Bob. I'm just making conversation.

You know, we've all got our jobs to do.

Your job is to babysit scumbags.

And I-- I have to work on my slice.

What's the matter, Eddie, don't like rats?

Oh, but you haven't seen a rat till you've been in a Florida prison.

Just making conversation.

Yeah, you want to converse with me, all right? These guys, man. I told you...

- you got to stop talking to these guys. - I know.

I took one of these guys just like him down to Tallahassee once.

Yeah.

I'm telling you, those rats are as big as the baby gators down there.

Wait till he gets a good look at them.

Yeah. You been down there yet?

Oh, great.

Thanks for taking a look at him, doctor.

You got me out of jury duty. I should be thanking you.

Pupils are dilated.

Mr. Maranjian. Mr. Maranjian, what state are we in?

Massachusetts.

What's your birthday?

June... June 8th.

No, no, no. Take it easy. Take it easy. That's it.

- Did he suffer any head trauma? - Yeah, he got punched out in court earlier.

Oh, well...

I'd say he has a concussion. Of course, I'll have to do an MRI to be sure.

Yeah, well, he can get one at the prison infirmary.

- Our flight leaves in about an hour. - I don't think you understand. No, no.

He's not going anywhere. This is very serious. This man could have a subdural hemorrhage.

He is not cleared to fly until I fully check him out.

I'm gonna make arrangements for a transfer.

- Okay. So, what do we do now? - Well, I just sent Eddie to the hospital, so...

let's go steal us a hospital.

So, let me get this straight.

- You're a doctor. - Yeah.

What if someone asks you to deliver a baby?

- I'd say I'm not an obstetrician. - What? A what?

- A baby doctor. - Oh, well...

what if there's a train accident and there's stretchers everywhere...

and someone points to you and says, "Hey, you, help me with this sucking chest wound."

I would stick my hand in the chest and hope for the best.

Oh, you are so not operating on me.

- Okay, do you have-- Do you have the list? - Yeah

Yeah? All right, go shopping.

...jurisdiction order 23.

Hey.

Hey.

I put speakers in Eddie's room and every 3 feet down the hallway.

So if you want to hear footsteps coming toward you, you slide the cursor this way.

And walking away...

this way. I made you a master audio file with all the stuff we recorded...

plus the sound effects. You mix them any way you want. You're the deejay.

- Looks good. Hey. - Hey.

Are you sure there's no patients on this floor?

No. They use this place for storage. We own it.

All right, well, here's the stuff from the van plus almost everything from the list.

And by the way, nurses haven't worn skirts with white stockings since the '70s.

- Sorry. - Guys, listen up.

Eddie is here for an MRI. That gives us two hours.

I don't need to tell you that's not a lot of time. You might be playing multiple parts in this one.

Parker and I are the medical team. Sophie, you're next door as the patient.

- What are you doing? - Eliot and Hardison--

- This is my shirt. - No, give me the shirt.

- Give me the shirt. - Guys, guys.

No, wait. I- I can't wear a size-16 neck. Okay, I got to breathe.

I got to wear my scrubs underneath the uniform. I need a bigger neck.

Just keep your eye on the marshals, all right? We got two hours starting... now. Go.

- If you don't give me that shirt-- - Listen to me, son, you need those fingers...

to type on your little keyboard, don't you?

So you know, a bully is just a cowboy with low self-esteem.

- What was that, now? - I said what?

My insecure ass is gonna be wearing this shirt.

Mr. Maranjian? Time for your MRI.

- Could you remove his restraints, please? - What?

There's no metal allowed in the MRI chamber.

I'll cut him loose when we get to the door.

Relax Bob.

You're only taking off my chains so they can stuff me in a tin can.

You're not claustrophobic, are you, Mr. Maranjian?

Because you've got nothing to be afraid of.

- Lets go over the code. - What code? We're a couple of cops.

Unarmed cops who may need to communicate in code.

So look, I'll casually mention "Star Trek".

- Great. 'cause that comes up a lot. - It does.

Look, i- if I mention "Star Trek" one, three, or five--

Then everything's okay because the odd ones suck.

But if I mention two, four, or six, then we're in trouble.

So, say I mention "The Search for Spock", what do you do?

I don't have a TV.

Everybody has TVs. Dead people have TVs.

Damn it.

You're back again, Mr. Trent.

You know these kids with their skateboards. It seems like he's getting hurt a lot lately.

Mr. Maranjian...

lets see if we can't get you out of here in a jiff.

Take your time. I'm in no hurry.

Pull up your sleeve, please.

- Let me see your wrist. - Thank you.

Ooh.

Oh, that must be very itchy. When did you get that rash?

I never noticed that before.

Oh. Really?

Huh-- nurse, we're gonna have to do some tests before the MRI.

If you could bring Mr. Maranjian to the eighth floor, please.

Eight?

Are you sure?

Did I not make myself clear?

- Uh, is something wrong? - No, no, no. Not at all.

It's just-- It's routine. We'll have you back down here in a jiff.

Nurse, if you could take him out the side door, that would be great.

All what we got to do is keep these marshals out of the MRI room.

I don't know why you had to bring stupid-ass doughnuts, man.

- You're not even ready. - I am ready. I am 97.10% ready.

Hey, there. Ted Crichton.

- Bob Corville. - Nice to meet you.

- And, uh, Charlie Merrill. - Charlie!

Well, I- I'm Greg Michaels.

It's just a little welcome from the Belbridge P.D.