Leverage

There was no way that either of you

were within 100 miles of that place!

You were tapping away on a computer somewhere.

You were in a cave in Afghanistan, probably.

You guys came up with this idea together?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What... what... what's going on?

...Been to Boston, man.

We'll close.

What is this?

I thought we were supposed to be, uh, finding Moreau.

This is more important.

More important?

We don't find Moreau, I might go back to prison forever.

Oh, shush. You did fine in prison the first time.

You got into shape. Yeah, you look good in a jumpsuit.

Learned how to hypnotize people.

We're talking about the dagger of Aqu'Abi.

Oh.

The dagger of Aqu'Abi...

10th century, four perfect emeralds,

six rubies, gold filigree.

It was a gift from a shah of Persia to a sultan.

Two dead guys. Whatever.

And why are we... shh, shh, shh, shh!

That's why.

The dagger of Aqu'Abi is on display

here at the Boston Museum of Art and Antiquities

for the first time since it was stolen from this very gallery

five years ago.

That. Stolen. Five years ago.

I stole it! I stole it! I stole it!

The rich and powerful take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes, bad guys make the best good guys.

We provide...

O-okay, okay, okay, okay.

The dagger of Aqu'Abi?

On display at the Boston Museum of Art and Antiquities?

Stolen five years ago? You were all there that night?

Didn't realize it till just now when the show came on.

And when I started telling them

about one of my finest jobs ever...

Yeah, but I know she's lying.

She's a grifter. It's her job.

Wait, I'm confused. Now she's lying about lying?

No, no, no. Wait, I've got an idea.

We let Nate decide.

We tell him what happened that night,

and he decides who the real criminal is.

Fine by me.

Well, I mean, you're all criminals.

Me, I got no choice.

You understand... it was the perfect plan.

I ran a long con for the entire four months of the exhibit.

Two... not one...

but two separate identities.

First, the duchess of Barrington-Highsworth.

As the duchess, I donated art to the exhibit

so my pieces would be mixed in with the dagger.

Where'd you get the art?

Oh, bits and bobs I nicked over the years.

I made quite an entrance, I have to say.

You're here!

She's here!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the duchess Alexia of Barrington-Highsworth.

Thank you for donating such wonderful pieces

from your collection.

Oh, you're too kind, Mr. Gladstone.

But, really, it's nothing

compared to the magnificent beauty of your dagger.

Now, who's this?

Edgar Gladstone. Financier. Filthy rich.

Owns the dagger.

Bit of a crush on me, of course. Yeah.

Problem is, that's when Coswell decided to show up.

Coswell?

Museum head of security. Very clever.

Have to dodge him. You'll see why in a bit.

Now, shoo.

Duchess, do you mind if I speak with Mr. Coswell?

I want to make sure security is locked down tight.

Is there cause for alarm?

I've had three pieces of art stolen from me in the past year.

It's the last night of the exhibit.

I want to make sure they don't cut any corners.

Of course.

Gladstone's little chat with Coswell gave me a chance...

Ooh. Thank you...

to look for someone.

Miss? Excuse me.

Please, could you send this over to minister Bioko

with my compliments?

Robert Bioko.

Zimbabwe art minister. Yes, I've dealt with him. Quite nasty.

By reputation, a blood-diamond dealer,

embezzler, and more importantly,

very allergic to shrimp.

If you don't mind, I'll...

Oh!

Oh! Pardon me, ma'am.

Gosh. Did... did I get some on your dress?

Uh, not at all. No.

Dr. Wes Abernathy.

Doctor.

What's your PhD in?

I'm a surgeon, actually.

I, uh, I fundraise for the museum.

After a long day of saving lives, I like to...

I like to appreciate beauty.

You're very forward, Dr. Abernathy.

What was that?

Just a little power surge.

Help! He's choking! Hey! Somebody help!

Oh, dear.

There's shrimp in this. Are you allergic to shrimp?

I am allergic to shrimp!

Okay, everybody stand back! I'm a doctor!

His throat's closing up!

I need a knife! Somebody give me a knife!

Thank you.

Don't worry, my friend.

Death will not claim you this day.

Come on! Live!

Come on! Live!

I needed Gladstone's key card

to get access to the shipping and storage area.

Gladstone has 24-hour access.

My other identity...

...Does not.

Shoo.

Dr. Karen Ipcress

from the restoration department.

Hey, I've been bringing you coffee and doughnuts

for four months now.

You still have to do that?

Sorry, doc. Got to check everyone tonight.

You don't usually work nights.

Oh, when the exhibit closes,

we have to process 200 items to be shipped out

to 63 museums and private owners.

They asked me to help out.

Dr. Ipcress.

You don't work nights.

Oh, hi, Mr. Coswell.

I didn't expect you down here so early.

The gallery's closed because of a medical emergency.

So, we have to process the exhibits right now.

My men will scan the artifacts, tag them...

green to be returned to their owners,

red to stay here in the vault until collected.

Green items will then be packed according to their lot numbers,

shipped out to the proper owners by armored car.

No unauthorized personnel in...

Or out.

I wanted to talk to you.

How long have you been working here?

Uh, four months.

I saw my first duchess upstairs.

She...

You look...

I'll be right back.

- Did she say where she was going? - No, sir.

Today is too important.

We are not letting her slip through our fingers!

You!

Yes, Mr. Coswell.

Have you seen Dr. Ipcress? No, sir.

Call me as soon as you find her!

Yes, sir.

Brilliant, isn't it?

Ahh...

Well, you... you didn't steal the dagger.

You see, first, every item is catalogued.

And Gladstone's dagger is placed into one of the crates

containing my personal collection.

Then the crate is shipped directly to the safe house

in London...

Lot 21 to London on British air, leaving in an hour.

...All under armed guard provided by...

The museum.

Yeah, that's a good plan.

Yes. It was the perfect plan.

Except...

No!

...The dagger wasn't in the shipment.

So, yes, wait... I did steal the dagger.

I just didn't get to keep it.

I think I can explain it.

Pardon me, ma'am.

Did I get that on your dress?

No.

Yep.

No!

Oh! Pardon me, ma'am.

Did I get any on your dress?

Not at all. All right.

I'm Dr. Wes Abernathy.

Hmm. Pleased to meet you.