In Plain Sight

Previously on In Plain Sight...

I don't think we should get married in July.

Or at all.

You and I...

We don't work.

I do love you.

But enough?

- Big day. - We hope, we hope.

Knock, uh... knock... knocking on...

Jesus, are there any dead tree products around here?

Got our balls hanging out here, luck-wise.

Ah.

Ah.

- Thank you, Earl. - Yeah.

Thank you very much.

- Okay, so listen. - Mm-hmm.

It's just another day at the office, all right?

That's how you act no matter what.

You're there to do the job the same

as you've been doing eight years.

If you get in trouble, just say the word "ticker tape."

Understand? Ticker tape.

- Ticker tape. - Ticker tape. That's right.

And we'll bust in there and get you right out.

All right.

All right.

This is the day. I can feel it.

Love the confidence.

You fake it almost as well as I do.

Earl, you know Craig Mulhaney.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Craig. Good to see you again.

Come on in.

Anything metal or electronic in the bag.

Don't have my boarding pass.

Anything metal or electronic in the bag.

Is that a problem?

No.

Aah! Oh!

I'm so sorry. I'll be right back.

God damn it.

Make a note... 9:17 a.m.,

Earl took himself offline, did not issue the code for extraction.

He's on his own.

Have a seat.

Forgive me, Mr. Pruett.

- Basic double entry. - Mm-hmm.

18th of may... Second account...

Check out over here...

I saw...

I saw everything.

The money that the company is laundering,

the people that we're laundering it for.

You were right.

I mean, drug dealers, terrorists, mobsters.

This is getting very big, very complicated.

- Is there a ledger? - Yes.

There's nothing online, nothing on computer.

Just this little book.

Yeah, that's, uh...

That's too bad.

What? Why?

Because now we gotta go in and bust a bunch of dirty white guys

because we are gonna make a federal case out of this...

Thanks to the man here! Huh?

Yeah!

Since 1970, the Federal Witness Protection Program

has relocated thousands of witnesses...

some criminal, some not...

to neighborhoods all across the country.

Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute,

distinguishing them from the rest

of the general population.

And that is, somebody wants them dead.

Adam, I understand, but it's my 13 cents.

Yes, Adam.

I keep calling you that, Adam, because that's your name,

and I'm trying to humanize this conversation.

My weekly paychecks have been one penny short for 13 weeks.

Well, I know that, Adam, because I know how much I make.

We're both federal employees.

We serve the hard-working taxpayer.

We have an obligation to be precise.

Now, imagine, Adam, that what's happening to me is happening on a massive scale.

Every week, and somebody...

Let me take this. Hi, Adam. Bye, Adam.

What?

You're... you're three cents short.

I'm charging for my time.

What is that?

My first work of origami.

You know, it's...

Stop now, or you will never get laid again.

Good morning, guys. How are you?

That's nice.

Denver FBI's got a priority case.

Wheels up in one hour. Have a good trip.

Yeah, they're on the way.

Happy to help.

Help. The absolute worst of the four-letter words.

And the one I know best.

The 6 year old on tip toes peering into Brandy's crib.

My mother on the bedroom floor scrounging for the booze...

That word coming out of their mouths like a gasp

like destiny... help...

I've learnt over time help does not * ** or hold the ladder still.

It means "hey, I screwed up, now what are we gonna do?"

Help, more than anything, is the not so subtle herald of the appearance of belief.

And don't get me even started on happy to help him.

I'm clocking three assistants to every agent.

Do you have any idea how much that costs before overtime?

Literally the cost of just people breathing in this office:

Six figures an hour.

It's the posing I can't stand.

They look like models with guns.

Self-centered, arrogant, vapid...

Bull-headed, lazy FBI jackwads.

Not to mention tall, well-educated, and rarely, if ever, wrong.

Inspector Shannon, Inspector Mann...

Hi. You're late.

Mike Faber.

Our informant, Earl Donaldson, 38,

chief accountant at world one financial,

came to us three years ago when he started suspecting his CEO

of illegally laundering cash.

Yeah, read it. Thanks. Up to speed.

We execute warrants in two days,

go in, seize key evidence, and make our arrests.

Transport's on standby.

Oh, you need to know Mr. Donaldson

hasn't completely agreed to all aspects

of entering witness protection.

How not completely?

Mr. Donaldson has no idea he even needs

to be in witness protection.

What have you been telling him the last three years?

What he needed to know then.

You tell him what he needs to know now.

Isn't that your job, kitten?

Kitten?

Jackass.

So we can't have contact with anybody ever again?

Normally it's just you, your wife, and your children.

But if there are extenuating circumstances

involving other family members, we can assess those with you.

Oh, come on.

I mean, Pruett's not exactly the killing type.

He's a banker. He's a member of the ACLU.

It's not Pruett that we're worried about.

It's who he's laundering for.

We know this is upsetting, Mr. Donaldson,

but to ensure your safety, it really is the only option.

Try looking at it as a fresh start.

I don't want a fresh anything.

I... I love my life.

I just bought a houseboat.

You said, "get the evidence."

I did.

I... I got you the ledger.

- Right. - I told you where it is.

- Right. - I told you what it proves.

I did that.

Then you said, if I did that,

after the trial, I'm done.

No, no, that is what you said! All right?

What is so different all of a sudden?

I'll tell you. Well, first of all, Pruett's operation is bigger than we ever thought.

There's lots more players, and they don't play very nice.

I didn't know. I didn't know.

You didn't know.

It's not like it's a ball that we could ever see coming or control.

But listen to me, Earl, think of the possibilities.

If you go into witness protection,

you've got a free pass for the rest of your life.

Five-star hotels...

you're gonna be shooting golf on championship courses

from Dawn till dusk. Hey... Hey!

- You said you wanted a new car. - Shut up!

Everything agent Faber just said is all lies.

WITSEC's not a game show. You didn't just win a vacation.

There's not tee times or mints on the pillows

or seats in the front of the plane.

But what it is is preferable to death.

It's nicer than being hunted like an animal,

or watching your family be tortured

- and butchered and what? What? - Well, clearly you're just...

you're a gifted little actress, aren't you?

Because that's actually a trick.

It's an old trick. Good cop, bad cop.

Something we abandoned in the 20th century.

Apparently the fringe offices didn't get the memo.

Excuse us, agent Faber needs a little me time.

You know what? Stop lying.

- I'm embellishing. - Don't.

I did and I will.

What, you're gonna tell me that you never...

No. Never to my witnesses.

Yeah, okay, that's obviously a lie.

Earl needs to know that what he's getting into

doesn't involve Egyptian cotton.