Got to get him now.
See that?
Yeah.
We'd better get to him quick.
He's hit.
No reason to draw this thing out.
You know what?
You started it, you finish it.
Right here.
Quiet in this courtroom.
Screw aunt Tillie.
If she's too stupid to stop me
from stealing her pension, then she deserves to lose it.
What does she need it for anyway?
Commemorative plates? Adult diapers?
Come on.
Her. All of them.
'Cause if people don't know how to invest their own money,
then boo hoo.
You don't come crying when you lose your shirt.
Go to college. Learn some math.
You ruined our lives, you son of a bitch!
Yeah, you left me with nothing!
I lost my house because of you!
Order!
That's enough!
Bailiff, clear the court!
30-minute recess.
You should have told me about that tape, Adam.
Fix it. I'm paying you enough.
You need to prepare yourself.
You're facing some serious prison time.
Hey. Adam.
-Rot in hell, you son of a bitch. -Get off me.
How dare you.
Jimmy took you out, huh?
Yep.
Rite of passage around here.
Don't worry. He'll only make you go once.
Unless he wants to go more, Daisy.
City boy ain't going back out.
I dug it.
You know, out there in the woods,
training your eyes for the smallest movement,
blur of shifting light.
Okay. I got bank records to analyze.
Yeah, and keep an eye out for the blur of shifting light.
There's some big game hunting going on around here, huh?
Yeah, real 12-point knucklehead.
Adam Rothschild skipped out on trial
15 minutes before it went to jury.
Skied up on a million-dollar bond.
Bounty hunters are going to pick up the scent on this one.
We're looking for a CEO.
Adam Rothschild.
Stole over $200 million from pension investors.
Thought he was going to walk
until the prosecutor played a tape.
It's him puffing up his chest
with one of his investor buddies.
Courtroom almost tore the guy apart.
Judge had to call a recess.
The guy stole their life savings.
Rothschild knew he was going down.
He took it out
on Brett Armstrong, one of his fraud victims,
when they ran into each other in the men's room.
He put the guy in a coma.
So, first, he takes his money,
and then he almost takes his life.
Is that his plane?
Yeah. It's been grounded.
So his stocks, real estate holdings
and bank accounts have all been frozen.
At least the ones we know about.
I'm betting this squirrel
has got plenty of acorns buried for the winter.
The guy's a licensed pilot. He surrender his passport?
Yeah. Hpd's got the airport under surveillance just in case.
No money, no passport. So where's he going to go?
This guy isn't our average fugitive.
He's overeducated.
He's well-connected.
Sporting a $200 haircut. He's going to use
his charms and his good looks
to get people to give him whatever he wants.
One advantage we got over this guy...
He didn't walk into that bathroom
expecting to hit the road.
And he took off without a plan.
Okay.
What about the wife? Uh, Emma Rothschild.
She left the courthouse same time Adam did.
Hpd hit their house?
Yeah. They found a small village of support staff,
but there was no Emma.
Maybe they're on the run together.
Could be.
I scoured Rothschild's account.
$11,000 a month was going to a property management company.
I gave them a call.
They handle a luxury high-rise
called the Clifton.
The one with the gold sculptures
of whatever that is out front.
The Clifton? You know, that's got a real reputation
for being a Dollhouse.
What? You know, where guys keep their mistresses.
Sounds like a good place to hide.
Not from us.
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you took Luke hunting, huh?
Yeah, he got his first kill.
How do you know it was his first?
'Cause he turned away when he fired the rifle.
Rents in this place ought to come down after today.
You three, secure this lobby.
I need two more up on the balcony.
The rest of you, go around back.
Let's go.
According to some estimates,
the top one percent of Americans have more income
than the bottom 95% put together.
I don't know what they do with all that money.
Maybe they visit each other's private island
on their private yachts.
What's the entrance fee to this one-percent club?
It would be $224 an hour,
$448,000 a year.
Give or take.
You think? Great.
I'm almost there.
U.S. Marshals.
Living room clear!
Bathroom's clear!
Kitchen's clear!
Bedroom's clear!
Emma Rothschild, U.S. Marshals.
Come on, let's go. Give me that.
Careful! That etching's worth...
Get out!
A quarter-million dollars.
Put your hands behind your back.
Lookee here.
Didn't expect
to find a wife in a Dollhouse.
Where's your husband?
No idea.
How should I know?
He didn't tell me he was going to disappear, either.
All right.
Just relax. Sit on her until I'm done.
Luke?
Careful with that etching.
Jackal? Damn Yankees? Zz top?
Mm-hmm. Where's the Beethoven?
Yeah. Haven't heard this stuff since High School.
Reminds me of a bunch of pickup trucks
backed up against a bonfire.
-A little pbr in your hand? -Yeah.
Maybe this guy's not so bad after all.
Look at this.
$52 for pomade.
Not sure what that says about a man.
Well, it tells us, when he runs, he's gonna run in style.
-There's not much girly stuff here. -Hmm.
Bet a tour of duty's pretty short in this place, huh?
Cologne strips from magazines?
Hmm.
Guy's got millions of dollars, and he saves these?
Maybe he likes the feeling of paper against his skin.
Maybe he's too cheap to let 'em go to waste.
Put this little tub in here, press the button,
and out comes the espresso.
Doesn't even touch his own coffee grounds?
How do you know so much about this thing, Luke? Mm-hmm.
You got one, don't you?
Come on. What's something like this set you back would you say?
I don't have one.
That's cool.
Hey, hey, it's cool.
I was as surprised as anyone else
when Adam left the courthouse.
He takes off, you grab the painting,
you sell it, you meet up.
The etching's for me, not him.
Our accounts are frozen.
I had nowhere else to turn.
How'd u know about this place?
I found a text to Jessica,
so I followed him.
You ever find out who she was?
No, but I saw her.
Five-foot-ten, a hundred pounds.
Not sure how to compete with a 22-year-old.
You have any idea where your husband's headed?
Family? Friends?
Honestly, he didn't have any.
Everything was business with Adam.
And the friends that we had, we lost during the trial.
Where is he originally from?
His father was State Department.
Before he passed away, they lived all over Europe and Asia.
What was your wedding like?
We eloped, just the two of us. Why?
You get along with his mom?
I never met her.
She died about a year after we were married.
You go to the funeral?
I was in Europe. Adam didn't want to jeopardize
the deal he had pending. What are you driving at?
Where did Adam go to High School?
I never asked.
You never asked or you didn't want to know?
I know this all must seem appalling to you,
but if you think that I knew what Adam was doing, I didn't.
Give it to me. Sexy, sexy, beautiful, beautiful.
Lea, put your hand a little out.
There it is, the smile I want. That smile.
All right. I want you to look down.
You two look up. Ready?
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.
Gorgeous, gorgeous. Lea, bring your head in.
Bring your head in. Now you're mad.
You're mad. Come on. Come on.
Oh, beautiful. Beautiful!
Gorgeous.
Adam?
Come on. Jess.
What's with the redneck hat?
Good news, baby.
We're in the middle of a shoot here.
Get another girl.
That should more than cover it.
Are you okay?
Hey! You can't just leave!
I'm great.
I won my trial.
God. Finally.
I'm taking you to celebrate.
No tvs, no phones.
Where?
To the Caribbean.
Whoo! We're taking your car.
So I'm Adam Rothschild.
I've got more money than God,
and I don't care what I had to do to get it.
Beg, borrow, steal...
Use free cologne strips from magazines
or take-home doggie bags.
All that money still didn't refine my taste.
I got a thing for back country music.
All right.
So where is he going?
Might help to know where he's been.
We've got a lot of empty space up there.
We still don't know who his parents are
or where he was born.
Did you have any luck with the state department?
There's nothing on Rothschild.
It could be his father's position was classified.
Well, Harvard confirmed he was class of '99.
He declared financial independence,
so his parents weren't listed on the application.
They're checking their files for his High School transcript.
Daisy get anywhere
with that model, Jessica?
No. Not yet.
So how do we find this guy?
You know, no family, no friends.
Oh, we follow the money.
Anybody that makes this much,
they're always trying to prove something.
Maybe this guy was picked last for the kickball team.
Whatever he's hiding,
it's how we're gonna get him.
This is Jessica Yates.
There is an account in her name.
We'd like to close the account,
take the proceeds in cash.
Why, certainly,
uh, mister...?
Smith.
This is a lot of money.
I would have called ahead,
but I didn't really get a chance.
We're taking a bit of a last-minute trip.
And we have a plane to catch, so...
Bank manager: This is going to take me a while to put together...
Just give it to us as you got it, okay?
I'll be right back.
That hat messed up your hair.
I don't know why you let them cut it so short?
What is with you today?
You said we were supposed to be celebrating.
How much more?
Oh, this isn't even half.
Mr. Rothschild? Adam?
-I'm leaving. -Adam, what are you doing? Adam?
-What are... -I'm leaving.
Excuse me, Mr. Rothschild.
Adam, what are you doing?
Adam!
Jessica says Rothschild took her car
with her cell phone in it.
Great. Ping the phone.
Let's put a bolo out on the car.
Daisy's on it.
I asked Jessica about Rothschild's past.
She doesn't know a thing. Could be she's lying.
Or she doesn't want to know.
These women are in it for the lifestyle.
Well, the money Rothschild wired
to open Jessica's account came from an account
in the grand Cayman even the feds didn't know about.
Ready for the balance?
$286 million.
Found his acorn. Grand Cayman?
That could be where he's headed.
You want me to freeze the account?
No, not yet.
Let's monitor and see if there's any new activity.
How much did he... Did he get out
from Jessica's account today?
About 40k.
But that ain't nothing for a guy like Rothschild.
Ben Crowley.
Thought this place was like kryptonite
to bounty hunters.
I'm surprised your last visit
didn't scare you off, Benny.
Well, I wanted to chat
with the fugitive's lady friend,
but if I get a little face time
with miss Annie Frost instead...
Excuse us. So be it. Excuse us.
How did you know she was here?
Go ahead, you can brag.
As soon as the trial started going South,
I knew he was gonna run.
So you started following him.
Yeah, I found the apartment.
And you found the woman he keeps in it.
Why don't you have a Margarita with me?
I'll tell you more.
I'm not looking trade information with you.
Who says I'm looking for information?
Okay. I'm not looking to trade anything with you.
You get in my way,
I'm no gonna hesitate to throw the cuffs on you.
Annie Frost handcuffs.
Doesn't sound all that bad.
Good-bye, Ben.
That jackass giving you a hard time?
Please. Guy got his badge out of a cereal box.
Why you talking to that moron, anyways?
I'd rather talk about you and Natalie back together.
Again.
Just got a ping on Jessica's cell phone.
Signal's coming from the Woodlands.
We found Jessica's car.
That's a swanky hood.
He might be trying to get an investor to help him out.
Who'd help a snake like Rothschild?
Someone who doesn't have a choice.
Les get ourselves to the Woodlands.
Adam? What are you doing here?
Aren't you supposed to be on trial?
Bo around?
I got to talk to him.
What the hell do you want?
This is Jessica's car?
Wish every fugitive brought a model on the run.
Makes our job easier.
He dumped the car, but why here?
Mm, home movies.
My favorite.
Ha, ha! Got it.
Checked to see if Rothschild had any past associates
living in the area.
Bo Cottrell.
Harvard class of '99.
I got an address.
Gated community, about a mile by car.
It's gonna be half that by foot.
Mmanl will take the woods.
You guys, meet us there with the car.
You're a over the news.
You really think you're going to get ay?
If I don't, I'm taking you do with me.
They can't trace that money bk to me.
They can if I tell them Adam Rothschild look.
Is threatening me.
You need to get the hell out of here.
You think you're better than me?
Buddy, put the gun down.
Disrespecting me.
Ever since college!
I respect you, all right?
You've made millions for me. You're my guy.
Stole it!
There's ways out of this.
You're going to help me for a change.
Pick up the phone.
Call him!
You're going to help me get out of here.
Oh, my God. Answer.
-Please answer. - 911. What are you reporting?
Adam Rothschild just shot my husband.
The man on trial! He just shot my husband!
He's in our hoe! Oh, my God! Please help!
Annie Frost.
Put her through.
Nina?
Nina Cottrell? This is Annie Frost.
U.S. Marshals we're on our way to your house.
He shot my husband!
He knows I'm here!
Listen to me. Where are you?
I'm in the bedroom upstairs.
Can you barricade the door?
Um, yeah, there's a dresser.
Slide it in front of the door.
Nina?!
Okay. Now, is there a window?
I'm scared.
I know you are. I need you to stay focused, Nina.
Nina?
Can you open the window?
No! Uh, they're sealed shut!
I want you to break it.
Is there a chair in the room?
Yes.
All right. Put down the phone.
Break the window.
Okay, I did it.
Good. Now, I want you to throw the mattress
or something soft out the window.
Okay.
I did it. Now I want you to jump.
Run to the nearest neighbor's house.
No, I can't. As fast as you can.
It's too high! Open the window. Take the phone.
I'm with you the whole time.
Nina? Open the door.
Oh, my God!
Open the door, Nina!
He's trying to come in.
You're going to tell yourself
you can't get hurt.
Over and over. "I can't get hurt."
Open the door, Nina!
Jump!
Nina! No!
Living room's clear!
Kitchen's clear!
Bedroom's clear!
Marco.
We got a body in here!
Where is he?
Motorcycle's missing.
The track's are headed into the woods.
He pushed it far enough so we wouldn't hear him start it.
Son of a bitch must have come here for more than just a ride.
We downloaded this video
from Jessica's cell phone.
No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop.
I'm drunker than a boiled owl.
Listen to you! You sound too funny.
So this is why you don't drink.
'Cause when he drinks, he sounds like a damn hick.
Must be one of them country Rothschilds.
The saving cologne strips...
Bringing home doggy bags,
the-the back country music...
The way he talks
about wage slaves and commemorative plates.
He hates foreign people.
I think Adam Rothschild grew up poor.
I know what Rothschild was after.
Bo Cottrell's company has got a time-share on a Gulfstream 5.
He's hopping a private jet.
Marco dumped Cottrell's phone records.
He called the private airport
a few minutes before his body was found.
Call the tower... that plane does not leave the tarmac.
Double espresso with a lemon twist, Mr. Bernard.
Oh. Thank you.
Um...
I'm sorry, I... I thought we'd be in the air by now.
Is there some sort of delay?
I heard something about a call into the tower.
I'll check for you.
Thank you.
Thank you, sir!
All right, Jimmy and I'll
case the lounge, make the I.D.,
and then follow him out of the terminal,
where you'll be waiting, Luke.
I don't want any bystanders getting hurt,
you hear me? As soon as he
walks to the plane, we're gonna come in
with a decoy vehicle. Take him down.
You got it. Let's go.
Mr. Bernard.
Captain Douglas.
Call me Jim.
Thank you for the rally.
I know it was short notice.
Anything for a friend of bo Cottrell's.
Plane's ready to go.
After you.
Thank you.
You know what? I'll, uh, I'll be right there.
I just got to use the men's room.
We got trouble. Hey!
Where is he?
Where's Rothschild?
I thought he was in here.
Son of a bitch!
Lock it down!
Hey!
Sorry.
Jimmy, he's running.
Blue pants, white shirt.
Come on. Check the runway.
Hey, hey.
You seen this guy?
Sorry.
He could've jumped into any one of these cars.
Son of a bitch.
Annie, there's no sign of this guy... we lost him.
You spooked him.
I told you to stay away from my target.
Well, I couldn't do it... Not even for you, gorgeous.
I had him!
Yo, how'd you know we were here, anyway?
Police scanner app.
Do you know it's only a buck 99?
What a deal!
Hmm. Here, let me have
a look at that. What are you doing?
You wanted this, right?
Really? Mm-hmm.
It feel as good as you thought it would? Uh, you know,
it's the right idea, wrong place.
He's not our average fugitive...
He's overeducated, he's well-connected.
Couldn't find the mother or father.
Follow the money.
Anybody that makes this much,
they're always trying to prove something.
Cologne strips from magazines?
Maybe he's too cheap to let 'em go to waste.
I think Adam Rothschild grew up poor.
Whatever he's hiding,
that's how we're gonna get him.
Now, it seems to me investment banking's
all about two things: Strategy and risk.
It's too risky right now for Rothschild to try and leave the country.
He's got to change his strategy. Lie low for a while,
wait for the heat to pass.
So, where's he gonna hide?
A place where nobody'll look for him... his past.
Still a bunch of black holes. I can fill 'em.
Annie, you were right.
There's been new activity on Rothschild's Grand Cayman account.
Three transfers
totaling $6 million,
all going into accounts belonging to Emma Rothschild.
Emma knew
damn well what her husband was up to.
I know how to get her to talk.
Call treasury, have them issue an arrest warrant for Emma Rothschild.
Got it.
Whatcha cookin' up?
Gonna use that other investing principle... leverage.
Hi, Emma.
Sorry to interrupt your shopping spree.
My lawyer told me not to speak with you.
Your lawyer know about the money you've been taking
from your husband's account in Grand Cayman?
Guess your shopping fund was running a little low.
Start talking, or we're charging you with aiding and abetting.
I don't know where Adam is.
Not where.
Who.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Shall we take her out the back
or through the designer section, so all her friends can see?
Wait.
Smurl.
We were at a rockets game.
A man came up to Adam, excited to see him.
He said they'd been... friends in High School.
He called him
Adam Smurl?
Adam pretended not to know him.
I never forgot the name... It was, um...
Such an ugly name.
Well, it's your last name, too.
Let's take the designer section.
You promised not to charge me.
With aiding and abetting.
There's still the illegal money transfer.
Right this way, Ms. Smurl.
They found the Mercedes that Rothschild stole.
He ditched it in the woods near brookshire.
Off interstate 10? Mm-hmm.
That's close to Rothschild's hometown.
Yeah. You mean Adam Smurl's hometown.
He's headed right back to where we thought.
His past.
So, we're gonna put
the perimeter up first.
Put checkpoints on both roads into town.
Now, chief, once night falls, we're gonna get the infrared choppers up,
all right? Infrared copters? I mean,
we're not even sure if Adam Smurl was here.
I mean, the boy hasn't been there
since he was in High School.
He's here... we found the Mercedes in the woods.
Yes, ma'am, but that was the next town over. Just trust us.
We got an address on Judy Smurl, Rothschild's grandmother.
Don't bother going there.
Why is that?
Yeah?
Who are you?
I live here. Who are you?
I'm Adam... Smurl.
I'm looking for my grandma Judy.
Man, she passed.
What?
Yeah, I think it was '06, '07, maybe.
No.
Man, I'm sorry you had to hear it like this, man, real sorry.
Hey.
Adam?
Your name is Adam, right?
What's wrong?
Do you need help?
Yeah... I do.
Your grandma was a great lady.
I thought this might, you know, give you closure or something.
I delivered her meals the last five years of her life.
She never stopped talking about you...
Those fancy college degrees, big jobs making all the money.
How'd you know how to do all that?
I guess I just really didn't want to be here.
I thought.
Miss Judy might be telling tall tales.
She was proud of you.
I never even called her.
Not once.
I didn't send her any money.
I tried to get her to move out of that old trailer once,
but she refused.
Said she wanted to make sure you knew where to find her.
That's why you're here,
isn't it, to see her?
I just didn't have anywhere else to go.
When was the last time you ate?
I can't actually remember.
Yeah, we're at Judy Smurl's address.
Hey, how long ago was he here?
Ten, maybe 15 minutes ago.
I had to tell the poor guy his grandmother died.
Next thing I know, you guys are banging on the door.
You're really taking to this hunting thing, huh?
Found a print.
See the heel, pointy toe?
It's got to be Rothschild's.
Annie.
Found these meals on wheels trays
along with two sets of footprints.
Hey.
Do you know whose these are?
Uh, those are Missy's.
She delivers meals on wheels around here every day.
You know where she lives?
Her family has got a farm around here somewhere.
We're at the family's farm.
Perimeter is covered.
Is it always like this here?
Like what?
I don't know... peaceful.
You've been in the city too long.
Out here we call this boring.
We're moving in.
I never should have left this place.
Sometimes you run so far,
you end up right back where you started.
You hear that?
The bis, the squirrels...
None of 'em are making any noise.
Someone's coming.
Missy, I need your help, okay?
You have another car or something?
No.
Adam, what's going on?
Some people are after me for money.
Look, you said your daddy farms corn,
right?
Does he crop-dust?
Why are you asking?
U.S. Marshals!
Where is Adam?
He's not here anymore.
Where'd he go?
You brought a whole SWAT team just to get money back?
He didn't just take money; He killed people.
Oh, my God.
I want to know where he is, Missy,
and I want to know it right now.
I gave him my daddy's keys.
Keys to what?
Adam Smurl, don't move.
Get out, let's go.
Whew.
It sure is pretty out here, isn't it?
Yeah.
He's running from it; I'd be running to it.
Hmm, it's gorgeous.
Get up, up.
Guess you got your man again.
So what about
all the money in Rothschild's bank accounts?
Most of it will go back to the pension investors
he stole it from.
All right, who's hungry?
We got fresh venison chili made by yours truly.
Come on, come and get it.
You're kidding me.
That's from this morning? Hell, yeah.
We kill it, we eat it, Luke,
that's the way it works around here.
That's what I'm talking about.
My guy processed the meat this morning.
Try that... Natalie baked
the brioche.
Oh, it's warm. Enjoy yourself.
Got to admit it's a hell of a bun.
Okay, first kill.
What do you think?
Huh, huh?
Yeah. How does that work?
There you go.
Who puts their own picture on their own phone?
Oh, I get it.
You took my phone so I'd have to come back for it.
That ain't gonna happen.
It belongs to the State, it's evidence.
You cost me $200,000 today.
Rothschild was mine.
You weren't even close.
Tell you what.
I'll let you make it up to me.
Take me out to dinner.
You know what?
Darn it, I just ate.
Maybe next time.
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