Previously on Angela's Eyes...
My parents are Cullen and Lydia,
the two biggest traitors
in the history of our country.
Have you seen your mother?
- Here we go. - I hear she's not well.
You know, there's a reason your parents were never given
the death penalty.
Several thousand pages of highly classified documents
were never recovered, and close to $10 million.
Mom wants to see you.
Why did you go see her?
It's natural for a son to catch up with his mom.
Who's in federal prison serving life for treason.
She's still Mom.
Oh, my.
- You're all grown up. - What'd you expect?
You haven't seen me since I was 17.
We need to find peace with each other,
while there's still a chance.
You're not going anywhere so quickly.
I'm dying, Angela.
And just the two inside?
All right, thank you very much, Officer.
I'll talk to you in a minute.
What is this place?
Diamond merchant. One of the biggest in the city.
Wouldn't know it by looking at it.
That's probably the point. Flies under the radar.
No, not this time. The alarm went off.
The management locked up the place.
Local P.D. arrived for a sure thing,
but when they got here, the bad guys had already left.
What happened to him?
He got shot by one of the two suspects.
It's a superficial wound.
He'll be okay.
Can we get a description from him?
No, got clipped before he got a good look at them.
These our guys?
That's what my gut's telling me.
Never mind your gut. What's the crime scene tell you?
Guys. It's them.
You know, one hit a week for the past seven.
They're due.
Cash-heavy establishment.
A bank, an amusement park, a mall.
And us always half a beat behind them.
They're pros.
Kinda like Butch and Sundance.
I love that movie!
So, if they're following the same pattern,
they toasted the security system before their heist?
Good news, bad news on that.
They used a very precise light source,
sort of a laser to cook the security camera.
They took the service elevator to access the vault.
There's another surveillance camera inside.
Unfortunately, it got their scalps,
not their faces.
So what's the good news?
They didn't check the reflections.
Let's get this to the press, ASAP.
400 phone tips in the past 48 hours.
So... why am I not happy?
Because you think that once the photo hit the press,
our suspects will pack up their loot and split town?
Exactly. Wouldn't happen.
They've been very successful.
Their egos wouldn't have allowed them to believe
that they could be outed so easily.
Well, I hope you're right.
Have you found tips worth listening to?
A few.
Hello, uh, Vito Morgan.
I'd know that moron anywhere.
He's full of it. Next.
Uh, hi.
So I know the man in the picture.
Attention seeker. Next.
Hi. I'd like to report that I know the man in the picture-
Next. Deceptive.
I saw the photo...
and I know the man.
I know him... really well.
I, uh...
I'm...
That girl. She knows something.
Or at least she thinks she does.
Called again, didn't she?
Yeah. Yeah, there was another call.
Same. She didn't leave a name.
But, uh... caller I.D.
It's, uh...
It's a beautiful thing.
Danielle Harlow?
Yeah, I'm Danielle.
Can I call you back? Thanks.
Special Agent Jenkins. This is Special Agent Henson.
How did you...
Um, never mind. Please... come in.
Thank you.
Why don't you tell us why you called.
I had, uh,
just gotten home from work.
6:00 p. m.
Same time every night.
I'm a creature of habit.
The first thing I do is turn on the 6:00 news.
And, uh...
That's where I saw him.
Who?
My father.
I think he's the man you're looking for.
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Tell us about him, your father.
Stuart Harlow, right?
He had odd jobs here and there.
We moved around a lot.
Always one step ahead of the rent.
My mom died when I was eight...
of an aneurysm.
Go on.
After that, my childhood was over.
I just catered to Dad's needs.
I cooked, cleaned,
took care of my brother.
And Dad would disappear for days.
We didn't know where.
And when he came home?
He'd have wild explanations.
And...
I'd believe him.
What choice did you have?
You were just a kid.
Dad's very charismatic.
Very controlling.
Someone should have stood up to him.
I still don't.
We're also looking for a second suspect.
I can't help you there.
My dad has no friends that I know of.
Do you see your dad now?
When he wants something.
Which is every couple weeks.
Why bother, after all you've told us?
Because he's still your father.
But at the end of the day,
if he's guilty...
I want him prosecuted.
She's got an agenda.
She wouldn't mind seeing daddy get put away,
guilty or not.
Maybe, but she's still telling the truth.
You'd think he'd notice she hates him.
People who are told what they want to hear
don't see through the lie.
Like, uh, if I told you I liked your shirt.
What's wrong with my shirt?
I'll call S.O.G. and get a team on her father
for surveillance.
Fine.
And by the way, I love this shirt.
I know you do.
You're late.
Yes. Five minutes.
But, then again, you are always so literal.
- Even as a kid. - I think that's a good thing.
Don't you ever sleep?
We caught a break on that robbery spree
we've been tracking for weeks.
Right. Leo mentioned it.
What is it, Stuart Harlow?
He's got a rap sheet.
White collar crimes.
Wire fraud.
Securities pump and dump. Maybe even some armed robbery.
Shot someone on the scene. That's a new twist.
Your mother's in the hospital.
I got a brief this morning.
I know she's sick. She told me.
It's not the prison hospital this time.
They've taken her to Mount Stevens.
Transferring one of the nation's
highest security risk prisoners to a civilian hospital
is not a decision the federal prison system makes lightly.
What do you know about your mother's condition?
Acute myeloid leukemia.
AML for short.
Uh...
High mortality rate.
Mm-hmm.
You haven't seen her since the trial, have you?
It's been a while.
She's still the same deceitful,
manipulative woman you once knew.
Except she's sick now.
And she is asking to see you.
Look, she's not
allowed to see her husband.
Jerry is M.I.A.
Who did you expect her to call?
What's it matter to you?
I just want you to do what is best
for you.
Look, I told you... when I put your folks away
that I'd look out for you.
And you could call me anytime, day or night.
I'm not much of a phone person.
Well, the offer still stands.
You're not alone in this.
This is not looking good.
Not looking good at all, wouldn't you say?
Earth to Angela.
Hey!
I'm sorry. What did you say?
Harlow-we've been watching his brand-new car
for the last five hours.
He's just playing house.
Maybe the photos did freeze him up.
Maybe not.
What do you got?
S.O.G. surveillance
also had him receiving a delivery yesterday.
Generic parts. He's planning something.
I guess it's a start.
That and Danielle's I.D. on a grainy photo.
We wouldn't have caught the Unabomber
if his brother hadn't have come forward.
What if she's doing this for the attention?
Curiosity seekers cruising the home.
Photographers following you everywhere.
Being pre-judged based on your parents' sins.
I mean, who'd ask for that?
You okay?
No.
But I'm working on it.
Can we have a minute?
The doctor says she needs her rest.
Angela, is that you?
Yes, Mother.
Why don't you sit, honey?
I can't stay long.
I gotta get back to work.
A big case?
Yeah, Mom.
'Cause I'm gonna tell you all about it.
Of course not.
Are you... in any pain or...
Only the pain of knowing my daughter hates me.
You look tired.
You're not taking care of yourself.
Can we just drop this whole sudden maternal instinct thing?
You're still mad at me about your brother.
He's trying to help us.
Dad and me.
He's trying to prove our innocence.
There is no proof of your innocence.
There never will be proof,
because you are guilty.
And don't you dare use Jerry as the good son
to make me feel like the bad seed.
What do you want, Mom?
I have a chance to slow my disease.
It requires a bone marrow transplant.
According to the doctors,
I need it from my own flesh and blood.
Ironic, isn't it?
I need to know soon.
Ohh! Oh, my-
Heh. You okay?
Am I okay?
Yes, I'm okay. But so-
Don't worry. Brown is my color.
I am such a klutz. Oh, God.
You're preoccupied. It's understandable.
I don't follow, heh.
I just-I saw you leave Lydia Anderson's room,
and I just figured you for a case agent.
Oh, I am, certainly.
Have the Igo down.
Thanks, well, being so close to the prison,
we see a few come through here.
Hey...
Can you, um...
Can you sit a minute?
Sure.
I'll stay out of the way of the coffee this time.
So are you on her medical team,
um, Dr. Turley?
Peripherally.
I'm a third-year resident on Dr. Simon's rotation.
Yeah, please.
How is the prisoner doing?
Her medical information is classified, as you know.
So I can only go into specifics with family members.
But, uh, by the way, I didn't catch your name.
It's... classified.
So what can you tell me?
She's dying.
Basically.
So she... she really is that sick.
Of course. Why else would she be here?
Look, I-I know it must be tough.
She dies, and all her secrets die with her, right?
Or have I have been reading too many spy novels?
Ms. Henson?
Yes?
The Yectors ask that your mother
have no more visitors for the rest of the day.
Thank you.
God.
I'm such an idiot.
No, it's okay.
How could you know?
I would never have been so blase
about her condition if I knew.
I- I hope I didn't offend you.
It takes a lot to offend me.
Um, let me make it up to you sometime.
I think the look on your face was payback enough.
- Excuse me? - Yeah.
We got Stuart's accomplice.
This guy is suddenly glue on Stu.
Got a name with a face yet?
Working on it.
He matches the descriptions from the previous heists.
What about moving surveillance?
Very mobile. These guys have been around.
Three drive-bys at the hockey arena.
Several electronics stores. Clothing stores.
Even a wine shop.
So I'm thinking they're gay.
Is that your infallible gut again?
Straight guys don't hang out
in wine shops and clothing stores.
I like going to clothing stores.
You-m-maybe we ought to go shopping together sometime.
- No. - Ahem!
Doesn't Danielle have a brother?
Yeah.
Maybe they're father and son.
So tell me about your brother... Kevin.
What does he have to do with anything?
You said that your brother
doesn't really talk to your father anymore.
That's right.
So if I told you that if they had been spending
a lot of time together in the past few days, you'd-
I'd say that was impossible.
This can't be real.
We believe that your father is planning another heist.
And it seems that your brother is involved.
We could really use your help, Danielle.
My brother is not involved.
He's nothing like my father.
It's my job to investigate every lead.
This is a setup.
My father is behind this.
He's trying to get Kevin in trouble.
Well, it's that's true, then it won't work.
Help us.
Help you?
Don't you understand?
If it was Kevin's picture I had seen on the news,
I never would have called you.
Why?
My brother and I practically raised each other.
It was us against our father.
Do you know what kind of bond that creates?
I have a brother too.
And I love him more than anything.
But if he ever crossed a line like this-
Kevin hasn't done anything.
You're gonna have to do a lot better
than this flimsy evidence
to make me wanna help you any further.
I'm proud of you.
For picking up the phone and calling you?
For listening.
How'd it go?
Mom needs bone marrow.
From yours truly.
What does it entail?
Half day out of work.
General anesthesia.
They have to take the bone marrow
from the back of my pelvic bone.
Doctor said I'd have some minor back pain.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
It's not the things you do in life that you remember.
It's the things you don't do.
They're your mother's words.
Years ago, she didn't go see her mother before she died,
and she always regretted it.
Good book?
Last of the Mohicans.
You hate classics.
They...
approve all my reading material.
No contemporary fiction allowed.
It's a way of torturing me.
As if being sick isn't enough.
Could be worse.
Could have given you Middlemarch.
Probably running out to get it now.
You bastards.
Look, Mom, um...
about the last time that I was here-
No.
I understand your decision.
I didn't mean to pressure you.
I'll do it.
And just so you know...
this does not open any new doors of communication.
I'm still allowed to be moved by it, aren't I?
Now, Danielle made it clear
that she is not going to make a move to help
until we have something solid to show her.
There's no phones allowed in pre-op.
I'll be available later. Just keep me posted.
Do you ever relax?
Look, I just have one more-
Work hours are over.
- No, just- - Time for your procedure.
Let's go.
Was that Angela on the phone?
Yeah.
And?
We're covering for her today.
She's got an appointment.
That's all she said? No details?
Angela, details?
Oh, ooh. Mmm.
Okay, what am I missing?
When was the last time
she took a day off for an appointment
without a 20-minute over-justification
because she felt so guilty for taking time off?
What's your point?
Come on, she's got some new boyfriend.
Taking the afternoon to,
you know, get to know him better.
Is this your gut again?
Mark my words.
Oh! Danielle's not going to like this.
Her brother and father's second visit
to the Tompkins Arena in the last 24 hours.
Here it is.
How do they run their cash over there?
Tickets, merchandise, concession stands.
Corporate offices.
They got 24,000 seats in a sell-out game.
You do the math.
Mmm. Yeah?
Daddy's working the place. How's Sonny?
Taking a bio break.
Ooh.
On the move.
Corporate offices?
Yeah. Everything's in place.
We're good to go.
Angela.
Wake up, sweetheart.
I have so much to tell you.
Daddy?
Angela.
Are you okay, sweetheart?
If something happened to you, I'd never forgive myself.
Why-why are you here?
I just saw your mother.
We both love you very much.
I better let you sleep.
No, don't go.
I'm sorry.
I just don't see your appointment listed.
Oh, are you sure?
Mr. Salazar's expecting me.
I- I wouldn't want to let him down.
Let me go check.
Hey, how you doing? Good.
Chump.
Uh, is there a washroom around here?
You're looking better.
I'd feel better if I could call work and check in.
Didn't you read your post-op instructions?
No stress, no phone.
And you won't use the room phone
because it's not secure, right?
You read that in one of your spy novels.
It's for the best.
You might feel normal,
but anesthesia takes awhile to leave the body.
It can do strange things.
So...
how is she doing?
Your mother has to be monitored closely
for the next few days.
She's extremely vulnerable to complications-
graft-versus host disease or marrow rejection-
but so far, so good.
Great.
Can I go now?
You're not ready yet.
But the head nurse said she decides.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I'm making that decision, not her.
Figured I owed you at least that much
for my tactless comments the other day.
So maybe you can feel guilty enough
to get me out of here.
Not that guilty.
Okay. I'll be back after rounds.
I guess I'll see you again.
Yeah, you will.
Then you can remind me to give you this back.
You stole my battery?
Hey, when did you get here?
It's only 8:00.
I codn't sleep. My back is killing me.
Besides, I wanted to catch up on these surveillance tapes.
Yeah, we think today is the big score.
Yeah, as you can see,
we have photos of Stuart tracking the concession money.
And now that Kevin
tapped into the receptionist's computer,
he can control it remotely.
He can input any info he wants.
Fake appointments, parking passes.
Under any name.
Let's see Danielle deny this.
You think you know someone.
Believe me...
I understand how hard this can be.
Why don't you just arrest them now?
No evidence connecting them to the priors.
We'll be lucky
if we can find someone in the U.S. Attorney's Office
who will go on what we have so far.
And the photo I saw of my father-
Not clear enough for a jury.
We need something on tape
of them admitting to the other heist.
And that's where you come in.
We're running out of time, Danielle.
What do you want me to do?
Wear a wire.
Talk to them.
I'll meet with my father.
I'm not gonna help you send my brother away.
Got a promotion to corporate.
That's because I insisted you study your mathematics.
Didn't I?
You'd be in a typing pool if it weren't for me.
I don't think that's true.
They giving you any kind of decent salary?
Yes. They're very fair.
That's my little girl.
Always striving for the bronze.
I thought I saw Kevin the other day.
That wimp.
I'm ashamed to say he's my son.
You were always so hard on him.
Hard on him?
Do you know what it was like for me?
A single guy raising two spoiled brats?
Who do you think paid for everything?
Speaking of which... you know, babe,
I forgot my wallet.
Piece of work this guy.
Classic narcissist.
Look at the eyes.
The narcissist gaze engages you at first.
Seduces you.
Till they get what they want.
Or if you challenge them.
Then the eyes grow cold.
Dead.
What are you involving Kevin in?
I told you, I haven't seen him.
I think you're lying to me.
Kevin's a big boy.
He can make his own decisions.
His own choices.
But he doesn't.
Here we go.
She's doing him.
I need to tell you something.
You should avoid-
Whoa. What's going on?
Wh-what is it?
What was that word that she just said?
The Taw?
I- I can't make it out.
Damn it.
She got cold feet.
Dozer, follow him.
You told your father, didn't you?
I panicked.
I told you I can't stand up to him.
You warned him.
No, I didn't.
I told him to let my brother go.
To stop corrupting him.
I didn't say anything about the F.B.I. or a wire.
You're a terrible liar.
You probably blew
this entire investigation.
What did you say to your father?
I- Hey, lady!
You're looking at obstruction of justice,
impeding a federal investigation,
accessory after the fact
if you don't answer these questions.
Do you understand me?
Hello?
Yeah, get him to pull over.
Let us know where.
Dozer got a hit on Stuart's car.
- Is he going for the money? - Not exactly.
Now you got trouble.
He was rushed? That's all you got?
Dozer, what's going on?
Meet Mike.
He says a guy meeting Stuart's description
approached him outside the diner,
slipped him 100 bucks, and told him
to drive his car to the next state.
Didn't get very far, did you, Mikey?
Look, I know I was speeding-
Speeding's the least of your worries, Mike.
Where'd the guy go after he gave you the keys?
He just grabbed a cab.
Was there a younger guy in the cab?
No, it was just the driver.
Hey, when you write him up,
make sure he goes to traffic school.
Run that cab company.
I'm on it.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking, "Where's Kevin?"
Probably meeting daddy.
Grabbing the cash, getting out of town.
Hey, hey, hey.
Get your ass over here. Where you going?
You got somewhere to go?
Did I tell you to go somewhere?
Hey, book him.
I've just tapped into M.T.A. surveillance outside the diner.
There's a traffic light across the street
that's got a camera with a visual on the cab.
If we I.D. the cab,
the driver will tell us where he took Stu.
That's the Elite Cab Company, cab number 7W-13.
Okay, we found him.
We need to know what Danielle told him.
And I know just the way to make him talk.
Hey, Stuey.
Put your hands up. Let me see 'em.
You almost got away, Stu.
What did Danielle tell you about the diner
before you walked out?
I know my rights. I don't have to talk.
You'd still be chasing me
if it weren't for my stupid son dragging me down.
Okay, so where's Kevin?
That's a good question. I have no idea.
If it was Kevin's picture I had seen on the news,
I never would have called you.
I'll meet with my father.
But I'm not gonna help you send my brother away.
Danielle.
She gave you up to protect Kevin.
No way. That's impossible.
Are you really gonna let your kids pull a fast one on you?
What do you want?
I want to know what Danielle told you in the diner.
Told me to avoid the Tom.
It's what they call the Tompkins Arena for short.
Take him.
Come on, get him out of here.
Kevin's ripping off the arena.
Hi
Hi.
I should be in the system.
I wondered what happened to you the other day.
I had to run. Sorry.
Well, you're all cleared.
Go right in, Mr. Donaldson.
Thank you.
Come on.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
F.B.I.! Party's over.
You looking for someone?
Lower your gun.
Danielle.
Get it off him!
This isn't gonna work, Dee.
Good advice, Kevin!
I guess I was wrong.
It's not Butch and Sundance.
It's Bonnie and Clyde.
Look, this is my idea.
She had nothing to do with it.
The jury might believe that
until she held a gun to my head.
Leo, give me a minute with her.
No!
Let's go.
Danielle!
You had me.
Until you went for the money.
I don't care about the money.
It was important to my father.
He talked my brother into thinking
it was important to him too.
And yet, here you are.
What could I do?
I had to save him.
And then what?
I don't know.
I didn't get that far.
I guess I thought we'd just go away.
You'll both be going away, all right.
He's all I have in the world.
Can you understand that?
You know, you really didn't have to get me down here
under the false pretenses
of signing these papers.
- Am I that transparent? - Mmm, to me.
It's just this thing I can do.
It's complicated.
- You're complicated. - No kidding.
It's refreshing.
Oh, loads of fun.
All I see are sick patients.
You know, or the doctors who discuss their diseases
as if they were collectable baseball cards.
Believe me, you're a laugh riot.
Um...
speaking of sick patients...
How is my mother?
You haven't visited her yet?
Hm-mm.
She's really improving.
I- I'm just putting it out there.
Besides, how else will I... see you again?
You could ask me out to a real restaurant.
You mean like a date?
Uh... oh, I-
Oh, my God. I just asked you out.
No, no, no. I was getting there.
No, no, no. Forget about it.
Wait a second. You just offered.
I know, and I'm saying no for you.
You'll thank me someday.
Does anyone ever tell you you're a pain in the butt?
All the time.
Remember, my mother- the spy-
is currently chained to your hospital bed.
My father, her co-conspirator,
is serving life in the federal prison.
And my brother, just-
don't even get me started on him.
Trust me.
I am not dating material.
Okay.
How's Tuesday night sound?
What do you say?
Okay.
But...
I can't promise you
we won't self-destruct at any moment.
Okay.
I'm sorry. I can't let you in.
I'm security-cleared.
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