It's the
perimeter alarm.
Control room, report.
What set off that alarm?
Nothing on the camera, sir.
No, I knew getting
Ramsey was too easy.
He must have accomplices.
Lock down the building.
Control room, initiate
lockdown protocols.
All units, we are
searching the whole museum.
Repeat, initiate a search
of the entire building.
Okay. That alarm is museum-wide
and I can't turn it off.
I thought you said
you had control of security?
I have control over
the security cameras.
Secondary security is on
a whole different system.
I can see it. I just...
I can't touch it.
And the security gates
are closing everywhere.
We should move now.
You don't have to tell me twice.
Sophie, let's go.
Sophie!
Hey.
If they catch us, it's over.
Oh.
It's no use.
I can't force it.
There's nothing for me to pick.
- What about the vents?
- No, this is the original
part of the building.
Vents are too small.
What about
the service areas?
If you can get access to
the security control room,
we can use the
override code there.
You have an override code?
No, not me but the
curator, Dunbar.
He has a code
forwarded to him daily.
Also, that would give me access
to the archival footage,
so I can see how Wilde
stole this crown.
Okay. Parker, Harry, you
get to the security room.
Breanna, get that
code from the curator.
- Me? But...
- Kid,
you're the only one that can.
Right now, you are Leverage.
I get to do the vents.
I've never done
the vents before.
Yay, a newbie. Fun for me.
I'm Leverage.
Me? Little ol' me?
Or I could be someone else.
Look, I just stepped
out for one second.
I just needed some fresh air.
Copy.
Please watch where
you are going.
- Please.
- So sorry.
Actually, could you help me?
I'm looking for Phineas
Dunbar, the curator.
I just wanted to
ask a few questions.
Yeah, I'm not talking
to press today.
Oh, you're Dunbar.
You took down international
criminal Ramsey?
Well, as curator of the museum,
you must have been
quite instrumental.
Yes. I guess I was instrumental.
Can't I just ask
a few questions?
Yes, yes. Go on. Yeah.
Make it quick, then.
First, let me take a selfie.
My friends are gonna die.
Lovely.
Every damn exit's
got a gate on it.
What did you mean, you
knew he'd try something?
What?
You said you knew
he'd try something.
What did you mean?
Billy the Jet,
when we did that job
for his daughter.
I asked him what really went
on between you and Wilde.
We don't go prying into
each other's pasts, Eliot.
Yeah.
I needed to know.
What could he have
possibly told you
- that you needed to know?
- I needed to know
how much he hates you.
Billy does.
He really hates you, Sophie.
You couldn't see it
because you gave
him another chance.
And now, your team...
is in danger.
Okay. We accessed the vents
of the new construction.
Check the schematics.
Okay. You're approaching
the control room now.
Oh, my gosh, you
should've seen it.
It was the perfect lift.
It was like I was like a
genetically modified hybrid
between both you and Sophie.
I've never felt more powerful.
You know, I think I'm
doing a pretty good job
for my first time in the vents.
See, I told you, vents are fun.
You know, they really are.
These walls are not
as close as I thought.
They're not as
close as you think.
They are close, though.
Are they getting closer?
I'm okay.
It's like you're getting an
MRI except you're trapped.
- Hey.
- Or like being in a maze
but you can't ever
find your way out.
What's happening to me?
Yep, he's got the venties.
- The venties?
- The vent shakes.
This is why I have
Hardison and Eliot
do vent practice
and they're like,
- "Oh, it's so hard."
- How do I stop this?
- I'm not enjoying this.
- You can't.
You hyperventilate
then you pass out.
And then in ten years
when they renovate,
- they find your body.
- Oh, God.
Parker. Bad pep talk.
It's fine. As long
as he doesn't try
- to turn around, it's okay.
- I'm stuck.
Oh, here we go.
Harry, vents are like life.
The way out is through.
Actually, keep doing that.
Panicking?
Help! You leaving? Stay
with me!
I'm in. Send me the codes.
Okay. 27, alpha, niner.
Hurry though because I
have Astrid in my camera,
and she is one corridor
away from Sophie and Eliot.
Got it.
Let's go.
Okay. Now I'm sending
you the instructions
to give me access to
the archival footage.
Done.
- Time to go.
- What about Harry?
He should be passing
out right about...
To be honest, it's
easier this way.
Besides, I've got
smelling salts.
All clear. Checking
the fourth floor
north corridor now.
Why is this gallery open?
Check the rest of this hall now.
Commander Davies, call in
all available agencies.
MI6, FBI, everyone. There's
been another robbery.
MI6.
- Huh?
- Huh?
It's a very distinctive
search pattern.
We need to get out of the open.
You think?
FBI.
We go halfway around the world
and we're still
hiding from the FBI.
Yeah, well, our death
funds terrorism.
- I knew that.
- Yeah, okay.
But with everything going
on the last couple of weeks,
they were bound
to pay attention.
We gotta get out of here
before they establish
- jurisdiction.
- And go where? Parker?
What's our way
out of the museum?
A little busy. Cops are
blocking off the exits
and the service areas in
this side of the museum.
Breanna, you're the
only one with eyes.
- What do you see?
- Nothing good.
Hallway is full of
law enforcement.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh. What do you mean uh-oh?
You can't just say uh-oh
and then not follow up.
Okay. The
Metropolitan Police,
they set up a perimeter
around the whole museum.
So even if I could find a way
to get you out of the building,
I don't think I can
get you past them.
Breanna, where is the security
thinnest on the perimeter?
Maybe the garage?
It's the furthest point
from their base camp
and from the front entrance
where all the folks
in the stiffest uniforms
are just standing around.
- Parker?
- It's not far from here.
- We can get there.
- But we can't.
All right? We gotta
go through checkpoints
with three different
law enforcement agencies
before we even get to the docks.
You're still peeved
about the British accent.
It is massive, not missive.
I think I got it
right, governor.
I have a plan.
Breanna, I'm texting you a
list of IDs we're gonna need.
And what about the police?
Okay. I think I can handle them.
I just need Harry's help.
Go on.
Commander, I need to
speak with Ramsey immediately.
He's already been taken to
the station for processing.
Then I'll have to
meet him there.
The Maharaja's Crown is missing,
and considering the
international thief
and smuggler Ramsey was
just in the building,
I wanna know what
he knows about it.
No need for Ramsey.
I can assist.
And you are?
Inspector Pickford,
this is Arthur Wilde,
our consultant.
He has a rather
specific knowledge
- of the Maharaja's Crown.
- Oh, yeah? How's that?
I know everything Ramsey
knows about the Crown
and one or two
things he doesn't,
on account of how I
helped him try to steal it
- the first time around.
- Pardon?
Mr. Wilde has been quietly
consulting with the
Metropolitan Police
in the art world since
his release from prison.
Ramsey and his coconspirators
sent me to prison
for that theft 20 years ago,
and I'd very much like
to return the favor
before they escape this
very fine building.
So they're still here?
I thought I saw a thief
known as Parker earlier.
She thinks she's my nemesis.
She is one of them.
However, Lady Astrid,
there's also someone you
know much, much better.
Knock, knock.
Phew. That was expedient.
Yeah, well, I didn't
feel much like talking.
- Breanna, we're in.
- Good, okay.
Cops are crawling on four but
minimal on the third so far.
We have a decent printer.
It's not much for costumes
but I can work with it.
- Do you have those IDs ready?
- Coming at you now.
I do have to warn you though,
these are a little slapdash.
There is no way
that agents aren't
gonna be able to spot a forgery
- of their own badges.
- Well, it's a good thing
they won't be looking
at the real badges.
And
also, I've scanned
that archival footage
of the Crown exhibit.
It's blank during the
whole time of the robbery.
Wilde must have had
someone block the cameras.
Did Harry get you what you need?
Oh, crap. Uh...
Yes. I'm on my way now.
Okay.
All right. Eliot, I'm
gonna need packing tape,
the widest you can find, a
file folder, and your wallet.
Wait. Why do you need my wallet?
To hold the badges in. Keep up.
Don't ruin my wallet with
your stupid arts and crafts.
Look, I'm sorry.
Not for the wallet.
I just...
I really wanted to believe
that my past was fixable,
and I didn't see him coming.
Sophie, Sophie.
Stop.
Arthur found your weak spot.
And you know what,
it's a good weak spot.
You and Parker,
Hardison and Nate,
you guys went all in on
becoming better people,
and you brought me
along for the ride.
You're a bunch of
walking second chances,
and that is why
you believed Arthur
deserved another sh*t
because you are...
redeemed.
So are you.
No.
No, I will never be redeemed,
and I made peace
with that a long time ago.
And that's what
makes it very hard
for people like Wilde
to get one over on me.
I know I may never be
deserving of a second chance.
I appreciate
the opportunity to be useful.
Which of you lot said that
we should meet urgently?
That would be my
office, Commander Davies.
Harriet Wilson. I'm
a lawyer representing
a client of supreme importance.
And none of these cops
can be here right now.
An American?
Well, I'm a corporate lawyer.
My client pays for the
very American work ethic
of me being at his
beck and call 24/7.
Right.
Well, these officers are here
because of an ongoing
incident at the museum.
They cannot be moved.
Do you know the real reason
MI6 is on site today?
This garage is shared
by other buildings,
one of which is
housing my client
known as unindicted corporate
conspirator number one.
MI6 has come to transfer my
client to a new location.
But if my client
sees these cops here,
he might consider it
a personal thr*at.
And my client
takes threats to
his personal safety
very personally.
So what do you say? It's
almost shift change.
We let these guys
go 15 minutes early,
we'll be in, out, you
won't even see us.
Men, go take your lunch.
Fifteen minutes.
I am so proud of
you. That was fantastic.
Yeah, I'm proud of
you too. Come on.
No, no, no.
Do I have to?
In the vent, Harry.
Don't be a baby.
That's it. When we get home,
you're starting vent practice.
You know I'm leaving, right?
I'm joining another
firm and I'm leaving.
Yeah, right. Keep moving.
I bought you 15
minutes. I'll meet you
in the parking garage
with the food truck.
Excuse me.
No one should be here.
Maddie Swanson, Interpol.
I'm taking this guard
to Inspector Pickford
for questioning.
It seems someone fell
asleep at their station.
- Let me advise my superior.
- Oh.
Good idea, Einstein.
Let's keep Inspector
Pickford waiting.
She's really
understanding like that.
Come on.
Well, just say it with me.
Trammer. Trammer.
Shut up.
- Trammer.
- Rick Foley?
You're kidding me?
Hey, Rick Foley, FBI. Yeah.
Caught this restoration
expert huddling upstairs.
Ooh. I heard all them
alarms going off,
and I thought there had
been an alien invasion.
I'm gonna take her
down to Commander Davies
and have her debriefed.
What? An alien debrief?
Yeah, an alien debrief.
Unit two,
heading to second floor.
Breanna, we're almost
to the parking garage.
Cutting it close. Davies
and the next shift
will be here any minute.
- Where's Parker and Harry?
- Never.
I'm never gonna get in
another vent again with you
as long as I live, and
you cannot make me.
Don't disparage
the vents, Harry.
This amount of
museum security means
that those vents are
your mother, your lover,
- your very best friend.
- I wanna go home.
All right. Well, let's
make that happen. Let's go.
Wait, wait, wait.
This amount of security?
Breanna, the video feed of
the theft was static, right?
What about when Wilde
left the building?
From what I saw, he
went out the front
in the chaos of the arrest.
Was he carrying anything?
No, he was empty-handed.
We can't leave.
The Crown is still
in the museum.
No, Sophie. We gotta
get you to safety.
No. We know Wilde
wants to take me down,
but he wants to humiliate
me by putting me in prison
without the Crown ever
having left the museum.
But if we find the Crown...
We put it back.
We turn Wilde's humiliation
back on himself.
Mm-hmm. Does anybody else
think this sounds like a trap?
I do. I hate this idea.
Sophie, let's go home.
Let's regroup. Let's live
to fight Wilde another day.
No.
We are taking Arthur
Wilde down today.
Guys, we staying or we going?
Because in about 15 seconds,
I have to move this truck
before Davies and the
second shift arrived.
We're staying. Parker,
find out how Wilde got in
and out of the building.
He would've needed a
pass or inside help.
- Dibs on Harry.
- Oh. I'm flattered.
I thought after all the
stumbling in the vents,
you wouldn't pick me.
Oh, no. You're terrible.
But you have other uses.
Okay. Thank you.
Breanna,
stay with the truck.
Give us coverage
with the cameras.
And since I moved
the truck, I had to sever
the connections I
had to the camera.
It'll take some
time to get back up.
We're gonna be exposed.
We'll manage. Get
back to where you were
and reestablish the link.
Okay. Reestablish, okay.
We need to search
every plausible place
that Wilde could've
hidden that crown.
Well, that's not gonna be
easy because the whole place
is still on lockdown.
I got this.
Hello, Mom.
Okay. Just give me a second
to reestablish the connection.
Oh.
- Hey. What'll you have?
- You can't park here.
I was parked here
five minutes ago.
We are dealing with an
active investigation.
You...
Sorry, do I know you?
Did a tour in Afghanistan.
- You?
- Well, yes.
But before your time.
Listen, I'm not here
to make a profit.
Boys in blue are working hard.
Thought I'd set you guys up
with some tea and crumpets.
What do you say,
fellas? Tea's on me.
All right.
Look, you take care
of that active investigation.
I got these guys.
Astrid.
- It's been...
- Twenty years.
I didn't recognize you
before. I should have.
But I forget how
well you pretend.
That's close enough, thanks.
You're so grown up.
Did you expect me
to stay ten forever,
waiting for the weekends I'd
spend with you and father?
Of course not.
I always knew you'd
become someone special.
Does your man think he can
really take on five of mine?
That has been the
case in my experience.
Right. All the more
reason to call for backup.
Please, just
wait and let me explain.
I don't need you to explain.
I pieced it together
a long time ago.
You worked for Ramsey,
you married my father
because he told you
to, and then you left.
I didn't marry your father
because I was told to.
I did run from Ramsey.
I ran for my life.
And it was safer to
cut off all ties.
Safer for whom?
And I did
reach out... in my way.
By the way, you almost missed
that hard drive in the Yorker,
the one with the evidence of
the archaeological looting.
- How did you...
- Astrid,
I know you spent
your life hunting
the man responsible for
destroying your father,
- but that is...
- I never wanted Ramsey.
I've been looking for you.
Do you know the last
thing you told me?
I had just failed a maths exam,
and you said we
needed a girls' day
and took me to play tourist
at the Tower of London?
To visit the Crown Jewels.
Afterwards,
you pressed a diamond
into my hand and said I
should never let anyone
put limits on me.
And the next day, you were gone.
I knew Charlotte Prentice.
From her, I found
Catherine Clive,
Christie Conley, Annie Croy.
Always a step behind.
I don't even know your name.
I'm Sophie.
Sophie Devereaux.
You have no
reason to trust me.
But my team and I
are being framed,
and if you just
give me a chance,
I'll find the Crown,
and I'll deliver
the real culprit.
And then what?
I'm supposed to just
let you walk free?
And then I'll let you decide.
I think she
should decide right now.
Inspector
Pickford, come in.
Decision made.
Oh, this
is a bad plan.
You see the
officer talking notes?
They've been collecting data
on the guards' movements,
trying to retrace steps.
I'm going to steal those notes,
cross-reference what
we already know,
and find the gap Wilde
exploited to steal the Crown.
You just have to distract them.
Okay. One small problem with
that plan, Wilde is here.
You play him. Get out of there.
I am already getting. Ah!
Mr. Jesterton?
Jesterton, yes. Art
insurance investigator,
as we've already established.
You threw a tub over my head
to stop me from
calling the police.
Let's talk in here. Come
with me. Come with me.
What exactly were you doing
in that gallery with Ramsey?
Actually, what are
you doing here now?
Covert ops. I'm not
an art investigator,
I'm with the FBI.
I see, but you've been
here for a few days.
The, uh, FBI just got here.
We embedded him early
when we got wind of the
plot against the museum.
Clarice Starling, FBI.
Inspector Pickford thought
there might be an inside man.
Inside man? Well,
that's impossible.
I've, uh, vetted all the
staff here personally myself.
That's
right. So tell me,
can you account for
your whereabouts
when the Crown went
missing, Mr. Dunbar?
Me?
I was with you, wasn't I? Hmm?
Come on, I can prove I was
nowhere near the Crown,
you can, uh, you can...
you can track me.
Just, uh...
where's my ID?
Your museum ID? You
think it's gone?
Yes.
And also my phone.
My phone and ID
are both missing.
- You getting on this, Breanna?
- Loud and clear.
Wilde must have
lifted Dunbar's pass.
Uh, staff IDs have trackers
so they can tell
who's working where.
More tea, please.
Shut up, you wankers!
I'll put the kettle on.
I'm sorry.
I don't like this.
Yeah, well.
This is the way it has to be.
Hey, guys?
Since I downloaded
the archive of security footage,
I got the movements of
all the museum's IDs.
I know where Wilde
hid the Crown.
Where?
In the Hanover Wing.
We've got the map.
Who are the others? FBI? MI6?
It's all the above.
All right.
So it's gonna take
at least another ten
minutes to reestablish
a connection with the
cameras, so you're gonna be
crossing into the
Hanover Wing exposed,
and they will spot you.
Handled it, put
my best man on it.
So you were both on
duty during the robbery,
and yet you saw nothing?
Very suspicious.
Yes, yes. Very suspicious.
Dr. Dunbar, we
followed all the clues.
The inside man is in this room.
Well, it wasn't me. I swear.
Well, was it you, George? Hmm?
- Was it? George, answer me!
- No.
Look at me in the
eyes and tell me, was it you?
Was it you who did this?
Okay, that takes
care of problem one.
Problem number two is, can
I get through these guys
fast enough before they
call reinforcements?
Oh, I got you covered.
Like you're always telling
me, the supreme art of w*r
is to subdue your
enemy without fighting.
Did I say...? No...
but, damn it...
Hey, guys. We're looking
for a stolen crown.
How you feeling?
Listen, just have a seat.
There it is. Take it easy.
Stop playing with the guys.
I don't want this. You
shouldn't drink this either.
Oh, my God. Who
did this to you?
Oh.
It was her!
My stepmother.
You said I couldn't trust
her, you were right.
She has always, always
been out for herself.
When she framed me 20 years ago.
When she left you.
Let me up.
She doesn't care
about anybody else.
- We have to stop her.
- Don't worry.
I know exactly where
she's gonna be.
Hold on!
Oi! You lot, follow me!
Come on!
Now.
All right. I believe
this might be
the last of them.
It's not in there.
Well, the Crown is a
three-dimensional object,
so he would have had to
hide it inside of something.
Well, it could be under
one of these benches
or one of these stupid statues.
Let's keep looking.
I don't believe this.
I've worked here for 12 years!
So you were the
first person I hired?
How could you betray me?
What the hell is
going on in here?
Inspector Pickford is missing,
half my units have
been slipped a Mickey,
and you lot aren't responding!
And who's turned
off all the cameras?
Me? Oh!
Oh! I'm sorry.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm just trying to help.
Wait.
This used to be a
recessed alcove.
They must have built over
it. There's a cavity there.
And Arthur Wilde is
nothing, if not a cliche.
Ooh.
Your Highness.
Oh.
Can we go?
That's far enough.
You're under arrest.
You...
Thank you.
I believe you've been looking
for this, Lady Astrid.
Thank you.
One moment.
I'm so very grateful you
came to London, Sophie.
Because now you can go to
prison for stealing the Crown,
like you should
have 20 years ago.
Astrid, no.
Astrid, please don't do this.
Astrid, I love you.
You don't love
anyone but yourself.
Be extra careful with this lot.
They are extremely dangerous.
Got one more.
I don't have anything to
do with this, Phineas.
- You know me.
- I didn't say anything
about your missing ID
badge or about your phone.
Please, shut up!
Come on, take this
impostor away!
Mr. Wilde, I cannot thank
you enough for your help.
My most sincere pleasure.
What happens now?
We take the Crown
to the station,
process it as evidence,
and the museum has to reset
its security system,
should take a few minutes.
But after that, everything
will be back to normal.
That's the Home
Office, excuse me.
Of course.
Good luck, Inspector.
Finally.
I hope you
enjoyed the theatrics.
Your skills have
improved overtime,
- but just not enough.
- How did you...?
Once we figured
out that the Crown
was still in the museum,
it wasn't difficult
to decipher where.
How did he overwrite the
internal pressure sensors?
- We didn't turn them off.
- He want...
he wants to humiliate me
by putting me in prison
without the Crown ever
having left the museum.
And the ultimate humiliation
would be the Crown
never having moved at all
until you came to take it.
Then Interpol would
give the fake crown
back to the museum.
Sophie and her team
would be in prison,
and you'd have the real one.
You believed her?
She's family.
Make it get tighter than that.
It's gonna cut off
your circulation.
If it's too loose,
he'll know it's a trap,
so make it tighter.
I assume you've
done this before.
You would never have
risked stealing the Crown
until we were out
of the picture.
So we showed you what
you wanted to see.
We followed your
just-difficult-enough clue path,
from stealing Dunbar's ID
to that half-decent forgery
you put up in the
Hanover Gallery.
Half decent? That was
an excellent forgery.
To a layperson, maybe.
But we're professionals.
And the police who
arrested you all?
As I said...
professionals.
All of us.
I'm on the phone all day
with the international teams.
Now they wanna come to
London and punch necks.
Ma'am?
Go take your lunch.
Fifteen minutes.
Parking garage is cleared,
international
team's ready to go.
Copy that, Breanna.
Ready to step in
as the next shift.
Well then, lads, we're up.
Oi! You lot! Follow me.
Come on! Now!
You mess with one of us,
you mess with all of us.
Arthur Wilde, or whatever
your real name happens to be,
you are under arrest
for art forgery and
attempted theft.
Well, congratulations.
You've taken me down. Twice.
You get to keep being
superior to everyone.
Stepping on those around on you.
Leaving nothing but
damage in your wake.
Arthur, 20 years ago, I
should've spoken up for you.
I admit it.
But I am not to blame for
how your life turned out.
Every choice you've made since
then has been yours alone.
You really do think
you're better than me.
I am better than you.
I'm a better criminal
and a better person,
and you tried to exploit that.
And so I am done feeling
guilty about our past.
Don't worry,
I'll make some calls,
you won't be lonely in prison,
not with Ramsey as a cellmate.
No. No, no,
no. You can't do that.
Sophie? Sophie?
Sophie! Sophie!
Reminiscing about
the good old days?
Just remembering
that little girl.
She was reserved at first,
as you'd expect with
a new stepmother,
but then so loving.
Her default was happiness.
I worried that someday,
someone would come along
and break that spirit.
Turns out it was me.
Is that from that
day at the Tower?
I never let anyone
put limits on me.
Although I should...
I should probably
get it back to the
Tower now, somehow.
I have people that
can arrange that.
Although...
if you're gonna arrest me,
you should probably
do it yourself.
It's your choice, Astrid.
I will go along with
whatever you decide.
So I searched Sophie Devereaux
in Interpol's database...
and not five minutes
later, I got a call
from section chief
James Sterling.
- Oh.
- Yes.
Telling me that I've
done so well here,
I'm... I'm being promoted.
And that I should
forget the paperwork
and just head on
over to my new job.
Well, that is an
interesting development.
So... I have a plane waiting.
But keep in touch this
time, and not from afar.
Good luck, Astrid.
Checked in with
the international teams,
everyone's back
home. Next reunion,
we're going somewhere
by the beach.
Good, because I
need about a week
to recover from
this British food.
Hey, I can make
you a cup of tea.
I'm never drinking anything
that you make me again.
I learned from the best.
- Oh, shut it.
- Harry.
Before you leave, can we
entice you to a cold beer?
Sorry, but I got a
teenage daughter who,
judging by her lack of
texts, didn't miss me at all.
But I did miss a call
from that pro bono firm,
and I gotta call them back.
I was gone longer than
I anticipated, so...
I already took care of them.
- And by take care of them...
- Oh no,
I don't mean I stabbed
them. I, I just...
I turned that... turned
that job down for you.
- Seriously?
- Parker.
I'm taking the
job with the firm.
I am not a criminal.
Yes, you are. And that's okay.
Look, you tried to leave
and then you came back,
and now you're thinking
about trying to leave again
because you wanna be a good
guy, but here's the thing.
There's a lot of good guys
out there doing their best.
But, it's not a lot
of good-bad guys.
Hmm? I think the world could
use a lot more of those.
You're part of the team, Harry.
Stop being so wishy-washy.
Uh, to be honest,
this is a lot more fun.
Part of the team.
And vent practice isn't
actually that bad.
Yes. All right,
yeah. That sounds good.
Hey. Did I miss the bit
where Parker convinces
Harry to stay permanently?
Well, there wasn't
much talking, but yes.
Good. Well, I'm glad
you're sticking around.
Keep you from veering,
I thought you have
any blind spots left.
Well, thanks to you...
no, to all of you, actually.
I could really use a break.
I was hoping to catch
up with Astrid somewhere
without extradition.
Hey, guys!
- Hey yo, what's up?
- Hardison.
Look, I know you
could do it. I knew it.
I'm so proud of you. Hey!
He's right
on time to help out
with absolutely nothing.
Hey. You
gotta come home quick.
We're running out
of orange soda.
I'm sorry, excuse you?
No, there is no
orange soda on purpose
because it's disgusting.
I told you about
touching my soda.
Hardison, when
are you getting back to us?
Yeah. Uh, about that.
So, um, little situation,
I talked to the guys
who sent me up here,
pretty sure they
forgot about me.
They said they can't
launch a rocket
for rendezvous
for about another,
- hmm, two months.
- Oh.
- What?
- Two months? That sucks!
Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, two whole months.
So I was thinking, uh,
y'all could come get me.
Oh. Well, no...
well, we just got back from
a trip, we're jetlagged.
Yeah, I have stuff
to do for two months.
You should just stay up there,
man. You know, chill out.
We'll continue to take care of
all the hard work down here.
Hey, whoa,
hold up, hold up.
Look, I got a plan
now, just hear me out.
Parker, babe, you always wanted
to break into NASA, right?
Come on. Sophie, I got your
whole backstory, everything.
Look, you are a cosmonaut
who's stuck in a
Cold w*r mentality.
You ain't never
done it. Come on.
Hey, you guys wanna try
that new restaurant
down the street?
I could probably get
us a reservation.
- I do.
- I'm famished.
Anything other than
bangers and mash.
Oh, stop going on
about British food. It's fine!
Guys! Hey, no, no!
No! No! No! Please, no.
Look, I can't take
another freeze-dried meal.
I can't. Tastes
like baby powder.
I done missed three
DC movies. Three!
I don't know what's going
on. Who's fighting who?
Guys, please come
here. I'm desperate.
Help your boy, help your boy.
Hey, man.
You had me at zero
gravity, homie.
Aha!
You had me
at breaking into NASA.
You had me at
launching a rocket.
There wasn't really a new
restaurant down the street.
All right. Come on, then.
Walk us through your plan.
So, we start in Houston.
Breanna, you're gonna need
an astrophysics degree.
02x13 - The Crowning Achievement Job
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A year after the death of Nate Ford, his widow, Sophie Devereaux, reunites with their former crew: Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, and Parker.
A year after the death of Nate Ford, his widow, Sophie Devereaux, reunites with their former crew: Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, and Parker.