01x16 - The Harry Wilson Job

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I appreciate it.

That was the theater

company. I told them to wait.

I mean, I can't leave now

with all this going on.

How long have you been standing here?

I just got here.

I was watching.

It's in the news because

the funerals were today.

One of the victims' wives gave me a hug.

Have you heard from Harry?

No, but can you blame him

after everything that happened?

Ethan Bradford blew up an oil rig

and k*lled five innocent

workers to win a court case.

What are we gonna do to him?

Fire fixes everything.

Parker, you do not want to k*ll Ethan.

Yes, I do. I wanna k*ll a lot of

people, all the time. I just don't.

- If Ethan mysteriously dies

- In a fire.

Or he could go headfirst

down a staircase.

While on fire.

- If Ethan mysteriously dies

- In a fire.

we don't get to

prove anything he did.

Nobody gets a penny.

Not the workers' families or

the original lawsuit victims.

All right, then you tell me

how he pulled this off, huh?

We were the first ones on and

the last ones off that rig.

It was a worm.

It's a variation of Stuxnet.

A computer worm that somebody used

to burn out the centrifuges

in an Iranian uranium refinery.

Most computer viruses, they

just screw with your software.

The Stuxnet family was the first

able to manipulate hardware.

This one overheated

the rig drills and boom.

Found traces of the worm in the

data we scraped from the rig.

Well, that's proof of who did it.

Well, no, that's proof that it happened.

Like finding a b*llet

tells you a g*n went off,

but who pulled the trigger?

If we find the source code of

the worm from who ex*cuted it,

we can use the traces from the oil rig

to prove that they're somehow connected.

Like matching the scratches of

a b*llet to the barrel of a g*n.

Okay, well, Bradford's not

exactly a computer nerd.

Hey, hey, we have reclaimed that term.

Somebody is helping him.

Yes.

And it's R.I.Z. Security.

Well-dressed muscle for

the rich and powerful,

also bills themselves as a

crisis management company.

Our favorite boss lady, Bligh,

arrived at R.I.Z.'s New Orleans

office in the middle of the trial.

She never left.

And they have a huge

cybersecurity department.

Well, the code is in there.

Yeah, I'd bet my 50th anniversary

sonic screwdriver on that.

- Breanna.

- Oh!

Really good job.

Mysterious death postponed.

Pull up the specs on

the R.I.Z. building.

Work out a plan to hit them.

Uh, that could take a while.

Well, then take your

time, but do it right.

They weren't really gonna

k*ll that guy, were they?

Eliot? No.

Parker?

You heard the man.

Take your time. Do it right.

Fortescue.

Mm.

Shall I?

Ah.

Merci.

Switching cars in three, two, one

I'll be in the server

room in three minutes.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, you're early.

I am early.

I'll tell you what, though.

You make a break for it now,

you can b*at the rush to the

bear claws in the break room.

I do like bear claws.

All right.

If Hardison could see me now.

I'm accessing the video hard drives.

Right, but we cannot k*ll the cameras.

That'll set off the alarm.

R.I.Z. security is tight.

The best we can do is erase that video.

Sophie, they think you're

meeting is in room 207.

The cybersecurity administrator's

office is right around the corner.

Any incriminating emails

will be on their computer.

Ms. Fortescue.

I'm so sorry. Things have

just been a bit crazy today.

A security firm like R.I.Z. having

a crazy day is not very reassuring.

Ms. Bligh's in the building. She

upped all our security protocols.

Interesting.

All right, I'm at the server room

door. k*ll the sensors inside.

Got it.

Wait, wait, wait, I don't have it.

Any security overrides must

be approved by Alexandra Bligh.

Hmm, didn't see that coming.

Breanna, see what you can

do with the motion sensors.

- I'm working on the door.

- And we're gonna be in 207.

Ah. Oh, ladies' room?

Before we get started.

Around the corner. I'll

just wait right here.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

No unaccompanied guests.

Ms. Bligh instituted the rule today.

- That's gonna be a problem.

- Yes.

Guys, I'm working on the

motion sensors. Almost there.

I'm so sorry.

No, Breanna, the question is

not, What did you do wrong?

The real question is, Why is

Alexandra Bligh increasing security now

when she's already got

away with the crime?

Is there a big glass door on your specs?

What? No.

Smells bulletproof.

Strike two. It's completely empty.

What the hell? That's the office.

Are we staying or are we going?

Too much of the plan has changed.

Can I help you?

Yes, you can.

Kayley Manners, from the DC office.

I'm here to meet the cyber team, but

Oh, Ms. Bligh moved all that stuff

up to the new secure 20th

floor, with the servers.

Um, elevators are down the hall.

Thanks, I'll head right up.

Hey, man, where's your new ID?

Oh, I got the

You know, the biometric one.

You know, the one Bligh

said we had to get.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- Getting my free taser.

Wait!

Don't have this one yet.

Sophie, we gotta go.

This is an apple

fritter, not a bear claw.

I'll meet you at the backup exit.

Oh, Ms. Fortescue, I

wanted to introduce you.

There you are.

I wanted to ask you about

these shell corporations,

in particular this one here

There's no doubt.

According to tax records,

Harry Wilson started working

for R.I.Z. two days after trial.

The situation with his ex.

I mean, he was compromised

for the whole con.

Explains why he cut

off all contact with us.

He wasn't sad, he was just

going back to being evil Harry.

But why wouldn't they hire him?

A corrupt fixer of 20 years.

He knows the law, money

laundering, politics inside and out.

But he's gone against R.I.Z.

Yeah, and proven himself.

Company like that, a person like Bligh,

they look at that as an audition.

He recognized me.

We were this close together,

and he let me walk away. Why?

No, we're not having

this conversation again.

He lied to us before, and we let it

slide because he was your project.

Not everybody can be saved.

Look, the fact is, is

he was on the dark side.

He slid back. It happens.

Some people can't resist the temptation.

But if he's been working

with them for two months,

maybe he knows something, right?

Maybe he can tell us all about new

security or what R.I.Z. is up to.

All right, let's do this.

Let's go steal our Mr. Wilson.

- Ooh, pirate hat!

- No.

All right, what is this place?

Power substation of the Southeast grid,

in theory owned by Southern

Power Solutions Incorporated,

but they've got some funky

stuff with their ownership chain.

Exactly the kind of

corporate shell company

that our Mr. Wilson excels at.

Good, so we agree, Harry's doing

bad things for bad people again.

Bring him back in one piece.

Well, I'm not gonna promise that, man.

Maybe two, three large

pieces at the most.

Okay, there's a side walkway.

Just let me blank the

camera. One second.

Can't you k*ll the cameras?

And

Got it.

What was the problem there, Breanna?

I'm not sure.

It was just harder than

it should have been.

Something's weird about this system.

That's not the way I see it at all.

Not the way I see it at all.

Anybody got a theory on why

Harry's talking to Ethan Bradford?

Two mysterious deaths with one stone.

Parker. Answers, not vengeance.

What, didn't you see the

sign when we walked in?

It says "112 days without an accident."

They're due.

I don't know why

Alexandra had to send you.

To make sure no one figures

out what you're up to.

Like I already did.

And then b*at you so

badly in open court,

you had to blow up an oil

rig just to save your ass.

Now do you see why she sent for me?

You know, the plan to blow up that rig

was made way before you showed up.

Or didn't she share that with you?

This is my project. I am the face of it.

And you are not taking any of my credit.

Why don't you give me

those security protocols

and let me get back to work?

You're a lawyer, what the hell

do you know about security?

Oh, I just spent the last

eight months working with a crew

that take people like

you apart for breakfast.

I'm not just a lawyer anymore.

Next time, let's meet at R.I.Z.

You can wait for me in my office.

It's the one with the nice view

and the $10,000 custom-made desk.

Maple. From Canada.

Hand-carved.

Did he see us?

I don't care.

Breanna, cut the feeds.

I'm trying, but there's

there's somebody else in the system.

This is not security,

guys. This is way tougher.

Maybe R.I.Z. on top of theirs?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

How did you Oh, right. You're you.

I can explain! I can explain.

Guys, something is

actively fighting me here.

The electricals are fluctuating.

- Somebody else is in the system.

- What are you up to?

You gotta get out of

here before it happens.

Fault in system four.

Security to system four.

Okay, I got three security

teams coming your way, one exit.

I'm going around the

front, try to distract them.

Wait.

I know this code.

I know who this is.

Over here!

Parker!

Eliot!

Come with me if you wanna live.

Appreciate that.

Let's go.

What is this exactly?

It's supposed to be a

mild power fluctuation

to cover me installing my hardware taps.

- Hey, babe.

- So we're not k*lling Harry?

That was a discussion point?

Breanna, I'm tossing you

control of the security system.

Yep, got it.

Uh, pop the motion

detectors in section five.

I'll k*ll the alarm here.

Not here. Next sector.

Stop. You keep interrupting

me, all right? That's not

I mean, what, you mad

'cause you're the only one

supposed to get a cool entrance?

- Huh? What?

- I thought it was cool.

I'm not debating the

coolness of the entrance!

Well, I appreciated the theatricality.

- And I almost got you!

- Hey, kid, look

Hey. My point is, it's not

cool to keep us out of the loop.

I'm guessing that was

someone else's doing.

R.I.Z. had encountered each of you,

except for Hardison, when we all met.

Given the time he spent

away from the crew,

it seemed like there was

enough wiggle room to reach out,

ask for help, without

any risk to my cover.

And yes, it was a cover.

Look, we had to assume that

R.I.Z., even if they trusted him,

was still monitoring his

phone and computer usage.

That means any text or email

to any of you, game over.

So you couldn't give us a heads-up.

I mean, I was 99% sure they

couldn't tie me to Harry,

but I wasn't 100%, right?

Didn't wanna make any moves till we

got the information that we wanted.

So no phone, no computer.

How did you communicate?

Kids, they never think about paper.

They never do.

I got Harry a subscription

to a bunch of pet magazines.

"Cats, Cats, Cats"?

"Dog Dude."

"Pony Fans"? That one was

not what we thought it was.

- I done told you, I apologize.

- But it came to my office.

- You still mad you and your

- It was embarrassing.

Well, it was supposed to be.

- You did that on purpose?

- Maybe.

Hey, Bre, check it.

Insert a fake page with a

photo with hidden instructions

on how to access R.I.Z.'s servers.

All right?

New Guy makes a half-decent

hacker with me holding his hand.

So you can prove Ethan

blew up the oil rig?

No, that's not what we

were trying to prove at all.

Bradford worked for

R.I.Z. ten years ago?

They maneuvered him into

position at GulfPetrol.

Yeah, R.I.Z. does not

work for Ethan Bradford.

Ethan Bradford works for R.I.Z.

The rig expl*si*n wasn't just

to cover up the GulfPetrol spill.

It was part of a much bigger project.

Proof that they could do it.

Do what?

Well, as far as we can tell,

to shut down the United

States power grid.

Shut down the U.S. power grid.

Why would they do that?

To show that they could.

And to sell it to the highest bidder.

Right. This is about to get complicated.

But before it does, Mr. Wilson, a word.

Hey, I faked up a 20-minute window

on New Guy's phone

to cover his location.

That's all the time he's got.

I need to hear your terrible reason

for doing whatever the hell that was.

When I had my moment of

clarity about my motives,

with my wife, why I joined this team,

I felt like I needed to

dig into R.I.Z. on my own.

You're saying your injured pride

was your excuse for

such reckless behavior.

Not my pride, my guilt.

I completely misjudged the

situation with Ethan and my wife.

And I almost got Parker and Elliot

I almost got Breanna k*lled.

I had to do this on my own.

Guilt destroyed my family.

I'm not gonna let it destroy yours.

I appreciate that.

I do.

But the reason we're a

family is that we learned,

although some easier than

others, that we can't go it alone,

that the single smartest thing

we can do is to ask for help.

Help me finish this, please.

Of course.

- Shall we?

- Ooh. I'd give them a minute. I

I think they have a few

issues of their own to resolve.

So we have absolutely

no issues to resolve?

Why would we?

Uh, because he went away?

Well, when Hardison was gone, I was sad.

But he's not gone now, so I'm not sad.

Past Parker was sad, but she's not here.

Babe, I love you.

And I love Past Parker

and Future Parker.

Thank you.

But it's a wasted effort.

Past Parker is dead.

She dies every second, over and over.

Future Parker never arrives.

She's suspended in time forever.

Sometimes you forget how

her brain works and then

Don't.

You should probably apologize to

Eliot, though. He's been very upset.

What? I didn't I'm the

Don't bring me Look, man.

Hey.

Hey.

Come here, man.

Aw.

I'm assuming Hardison has

apologized to Eliot by now.

Right. So what is

this about electricity?

Well, you figured out

it was a worm, right?

How do you get a worm into

a target from the outside?

Turns out it's not so

easy as you might think.

The solution is what's

called a supply chain hack.

Now what you do is you hack, like,

a lower-level, less-secure company,

and when the target uses this

trusted service of this company

in their everyday work, boom, you're in.

It's like a m*llitary contractor.

They use payroll service.

Now, the contractor is secure,

payroll service is compromised,

and when the two connect to

kick out that Friday check,

that's your backdoor.

See, R.I.Z.'s innovation

is that instead of hacking

that lower company, they own it.

Thanks to Hardison, I've come

into all sorts of documents

proving R.I.Z.'s purchased

dozens of these support companies

working for vital government services.

They installed the worm in all of them.

And installed guys like Ethan

in these companies to

protect their plans.

Which means R.I.Z. has

complete anonymous access to

and total physical control of

multiple government agencies.

You're a foreign government,

and you want Immigration to

issue a visa to one of your spies?

It's done.

You're a hedge fund, you

wanna slow up shipping

to manipulate the price of food

for profit, boom, double done.

And these are just the baby

steps of what R.I.Z. can do.

The only problem is trying to figure out

how to convince that perspective buyer

that you do indeed have

this level of access.

You see, R.I.Z., they didn't just

blow the rig to cover Ethan.

No, it was a test to kind of work

out the kinks of the big show,

to prove that R.I.Z. could

penetrate a more secure system.

The U.S. electrical grid, right?

Now, if they cause a blackout,

then R.I.Z. proves they can

get into any system, anywhere.

They will accept cash or check

to hold that door open for you.

Yeah, but the thing

is, is you can't just

black out the entire U.S. grid.

It's broken down into

six different grids.

All of 'em have their

own vulnerabilities.

Some guy told me.

- While I was kicking him in the head.

- Mm.

We think that they're

gonna try and take out

this whole Southeastern section

using that power substation tonight.

Then let's go public now.

Well, my stolen emails may

cause a little bit of a scandal,

but if we're really trying to prove

that R.I.Z. is the

mastermind behind all of this,

we're gonna need that

worm's source code.

Remember, the worm we found

on the oil rig was the b*llet.

The source code is the g*n. We

need the g*n to implicate R.I.Z.

And as you already noticed,

that one code is on one server,

20 floors up, with no connection

to any outside networks,

and it will take an hour minimum

to scrub everything that we want.

Tried once, you failed, and they're

gonna be expecting you this time.

Is there another way?

That's why the substation.

Aha.

You see, if I can install the

hardware taps on the substation,

I can go in there and grab the

entire code before they wipe it away

like they did on the rig.

The problem is, somebody caused a fuss

and interrupted me.

Way to go, Harry.

Now, if I had a backdoor

into their system,

I can trace a connection to R.I.Z.

But only the feds have

that kind of access.

I might be able to make

that call, I think.

Good. But that only

solves half the problem.

Opening the backdoor, it has

to be done on both sides too,

power station and R.I.Z.

All right. So, Harry,

going back undercover.

What do you think, Sophie?

Oh, uh, I-I think you should go

back to calling the sh*ts, Parker.

I mean, this is my grand finale.

Yeah, I gotta go.

Okay, give me the

backdoor, I'll install it.

Wait. Hey, Harry.

Don't die.

I need you around to make me look good.

Maria.

Hey.

Hi.

Federal codes for the power grid.

Backdoors into every substation

and plant's operating software.

Thank you.

If you were a fed,

you'd already have these.

- Yeah.

- Black ops, NSA,

all the things I assumed you were,

you'd get them easier than I could.

So you wanna tell me why

I should hand you something

that could end my career?

Come here.

That rig expl*si*n a few months ago.

That was us.

You didn't blow up an oil rig.

No.

We tried to stop it.

But it's big.

It's bigger than we thought.

You've carefully avoided

saying who you work for.

We work outside the law.

- You're criminals.

- No.

And you want me to hand you this?

It's not

We used to be criminals.

All right? We

We helped people.

We work for the government

off the books, but FBI, NSA,

this guy named McSweeten

I'm sorry, Agent Todd McSweeten,

the head of the FBI

Counterterrorism Division?

Why don't you just say you

know Deputy Director Taggert?

I'm not lying to you.

We are the good guys.

I absolutely believe you.

I know you, I know you

want to help people.

I've seen you risk your

life to help people.

And I think

I may be in love with you.

I know how you feel.

I never really opened up to

anyone.

- I've never told

- Stop.

I'm a U.S. Marshal. It

It's what I've always

wanted to be. My life's work.

And I'm not worth the risk, huh?

The bitch of it is, I think you are.

You're a good man.

But you're still a criminal.

And I won't cross that line.

Goodbye, Eliot.

Gosh.

This really is quite a desk.

Well, I'm glad you like

it. You paid for it.

What can I do for ya?

I was looking for you after

the breach at the substation.

Yeah, I came here to

check on our clients

and make sure their systems were secure

before we make our sales

presentation with the blackout.

I know. I checked your

phone logs and your GPS.

Well, it's nice to

work with professionals.

My point is, we need to do

something about your old partners.

They're getting a little too close.

Well, we have time.

Won't take too much time.

I've done my research.

While it's not obvious, they

do have one crucial weakness.

We'll deal with them

after the blackout tonight.

Are you sure?

I mean, we are gonna be in

the middle of the blackout.

The building will be vulnerable tonight.

If you like, just give

me a little bit of time.

No, no. Backup generators

will take care of it.

We'll lose power for 60 seconds, tops.

Don't worry, Harry.

Absolutely everything and everyone

will be taken care of tonight.

Hey, what are you doing here?

You are not part of my presentation.

I'm not here to steal your

thunder, Ethan, I assure you.

I'm just double-checking the servers.

If we can't call Harry

and Harry can't call us,

how are we supposed

to know he's in place

to install the backdoor on his end?

We trust him.

And since he's in the belly of

the beast, he has to trust us.

So we better get this right.

Any problems?

No, we're good. We just

need to get back downstairs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you people going?

Uh, bro, we, uh

We're the National Electrical Grid

Wildlife Interaction Task Force.

- See this here?

- Well, um Wait, what?

We're here to make sure

your anti-squirrel screens

are up to federal standards.

Squirrel squirrels?

Yeah, man. Squirrels.

Squirrels and other indigenous

wildlife chewing through wires

have caused over 1,300 blackouts

in America in the past five years.

It's not just the squirrels,

it's birds and frogs and snakes.

The Large Hadron Collider,

that was taken out by a weasel!

A weasel.

Wow. Oh, sorry.

Wow. Wow. Hey, bro. You know.

You know.

Hey, uh, do you wanna talk about it?

No, I don't wanna talk about it.

We can use puppets

if it makes it easier.

Them damn puppets.

Wait a minute, you

you brought your puppets?

No. Just make some.

You can make a puppet out of

anything you can stick your hand in.

Dude, a little help here?

I'm with her.

I mean, not like on

the puppet thing, but

Walking away from the

Marshal, that was tough, man.

I just got used to being alone.

I let my guard down.

Hey, yeah, hey, Skipper, negative words.

You didn't let your guard down.

- You opened yourself up.

- Like a flower or a bear trap.

Oh, my God.

I'm just saying it'd be

nice if I could find someone

- that I could actually tell about my job.

- Mm.

You know, anyone who's not in the life,

they just get scared, they run away.

Criminals are fun, but they're flaky.

Right, right.

We just saw how law enforcement went.

True.

I know it's not the same thing,

but Hardison and I are gonna

be here for you forever.

- Yup.

- And we'll always be together.

Till our dying day.

No, past that.

Even after we get the robot bodies.

What?

No.

What is the robot bodies?

The robot bodies, where

we take our brains out,

put them in the robots

so we-we can live forever.

I don't want a robot body.

Well, it's too bad, we

already measured your head

- while you were asleep.

- Go. Get

Silly.

All right, well, if you

already measured my head.

Thank you.

Accessing the backdoor now.

All right.

Yes, yes, yes

Yeah, yeah, keep going,

Harry, almost there.

Almost there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, what is this?

Their weakness is loyalty.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Go, go!

Their weakness is you.

And that makes them and you

predictable.

Phone.

Just so you know, we scoured your office

and found the files you h*jacked.

And then our cybersecurity

agents found the digital copies

of the emails, calls,

and memos you stole

linking us to the oil rig,

shell companies in which

we've hidden the worm,

everything.

We've wiped all those drives clean.

Purged them all.

So without the code,

you have nothing.

We'll lock him in. k*ll that phone.

Don't worry, Harry.

Everything will be over soon.

Hey, Bre, run that last part back.

Don't worry, Harry.

Everything will be over soon.

Mm-hmm, and she right too.

The presentation's

gonna start any minute,

and they gonna get away with it.

They're gonna black out the Southeast

just to prove they have backdoors

into U.S. infrastructure.

Then they're gonna auction off

the access to whoever wants it,

and we have no evidence.

Unless we break into that

server room on the 20th floor.

Of a secure building

we failed to break into.

That knows we're coming.

And managed to pull an hour's

worth of data off of their machines

without anybody noticing.

And rescue our Mr. Wilson.

All before the blackout.

So that is the extent of the

global reach of this program, right?

I can't give you explicit

promises, but I'd say that

all your doubts will be quite

definitely answered in, uh

About four minutes.

So, um

You see, the return on

investment is limitless.

AKA Sophie Devereaux.

I gotta ask, the Mayerling Fraud

of 2004, that was you, wasn't it?

Well, as a fellow female professional

in a male-dominated

workplace, I applaud you.

It's incredible.

Ten years ago, that

presentation would have

taken place on an anonymous,

encrypted Internet chat.

Now you have appetizers.

I appreciate, in an abstract

way, your little crusade.

Over the years, your

crew has caused no end

of trouble to some very powerful people.

But the world has changed.

We no longer manipulate the system.

We are the system.

Now, how can I help?

I'm here to make you an offer.

Cancel this little scheme of yours,

release Mr. Wilson,

sacrifice Ethan out there to

the authorities for the oil rig,

and we'll let R.I.Z. walk away.

You know what I think?

I think you're a distraction.

I'm meant to be looking at

you and missing the fact that

Eliot Spencer just walked in

through one of this building's

five street-level points of entry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Of course, he's going to clear a path

for Parker to get

Harry out of his office

while, uh Breanna, is it?

Breanna makes a run for the server.

The key, of course

Ladies and gentlemen

is that you had to pull

off your little stunt before

I present to you

this.

the program.

You don't need an armed insurrection.

You simply need to

capture the infrastructure.

Now it is officially too late.

Because those five street-level

exits just locked down.

Not only did the server door just lock

and can only be opened from the outside,

but the power to the server just d*ed,

so Breanna can no longer steal its data.

You tried to sneak in under the wire,

but you just ran out of time.

You seem very confident.

Well, let's just wait until

the emergency power kicks in.

And if you're still here

when the lights come on,

then we both know

you're not getting

out of this building alive.

So let's just wait.

Sixty seconds.

Sixty seconds.

What if

I decided to use the blackout?

I mean, this building

is very formidable,

but until the emergency power

starts up, your lights are out,

your alarm systems are vulnerable,

key cards on the doors aren't working.

Please, whatever you have in

mind would take longer than

Now 50 seconds.

What if I knew you'd set every

security guard on Eliot Spencer?

You had a lion at your door.

All right, then

Let's light it up.

So you'd miss the mouse in the walls.

Parker?

I'm good.

Why waste Breanna on Harry?

Why not use her to access the server?

What if you miscounted?

Forty seconds.

There's no way Hardison had time

to pull the code off the server.

You didn't get the code, and we have

every document Harry Wilson stole.

Do you?

Did you really allow Mr. Wilson

to order that custom-built desk?

So they got all your proof?

They wiped both your

phone and your computer?

Custom-made desk.

Hand-carved. Imported from

Canada. And worth every penny.

Kids, they never think about paper.

Security.

Security? Hello?

Well, you see, that's the problem

with these new fancy VOIP office phones.

They fail in a blackout.

Thirty seconds.

Harry still has to make

it out of the building.

As you said,

this building has five

street-level points of entry.

Street-level.

Haven't done this in a while.

- Hey, babe.

- Hey.

I think Mr. Wilson can run up

five flights of stairs faster

than security can run up 20.

We can discredit any document Harry has.

And with the blackout, there's no way

Hardison had time to pull

the code off the server.

So you have nothing. Twenty seconds.

If all we had was a

hacker, then you'd be right.

But we added quite the engineer.

Okay, we're gonna shove the

whole thing out of the window.

The propeller should create enough

lift to manage a controlled descent.

That, or it plummets to the street

and smashes into a thousand pieces.

Hey, never tell them the "or."

If you say it'll work, it'll work.

I believe in you.

Hey, why just steal the code when

you can steal the whole damn server?

All right. All right.

Uh

Uh-oh.

Uh

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I think getting back

in the thick of this,

you know, getting my hands

dirty, was a really good idea.

This buckle right?

- This is like Is this right, baby?

- Mm-hmm.

You know, working with you

brought back my passion.

- Aw.

- Babe, I really need for you to confirm for me

that I'm not about

to plunge to my death.

Like, for real.

- I'm good?

- Mm-hmm.

- I got the

- Mm-hmm.

Where we going? Hold up. I'm

Am I supposed to believe that

while we've been sitting here,

that fairy tale occurred? Ten seconds.

It does sound impossible.

In fact, it would have been impossible.

If you hadn't blacked

out the building for me.

You're bluffing. I don't

think any of that happened.

And I know you're bluffing

because you have yet to explain

how you're getting out of this building.

That was a very long minute.

But have you forgotten how

this conversation began?

Or, a better question

Did you really think it was a good idea

to give Eliot Spencer

60 seconds of darkness?

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

As your legal counsel, I would

have advised you to take that deal.

like this would be a problem.

Ooh, yeah, that's a problem.

You can't steal the crown

while she's wearing it. She's the queen.

- Ah.

- How do I steal it?

Hey. Take a break. You won the day.

Oh, you didn't think

I was done, did you?

I just sent an anonymous email

to those executives you found

secretly working at R.I.Z.,

suggesting they make large donations

to the families of

both oil rig disasters,

or we're gonna rat them

out to law enforcement.

- You blackmailing 'em?

- Mm-hmm.

We're gonna double-cross 'em too.

Yes, right after we get another

$10 million for their families.

Blackmailing rich guys

only to double-cross 'em.

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful. That's my little sister.

- So proud.

- Yeah.

You know, we ought to think about

getting this thing out of here

before R.I.Z. comes looking for us.

Oh, they're gonna be busy

with Hardison's parting gift.

It's a minor setback.

- Alexandra.

- We have months to cover it up.

- Oh, we can't cover it up.

- Shut up, Ethan!

- We can't!

- Why?

We can't cover it up

because we confessed!

He didn't have time to steal the code

but he had just enough

time to change it.

Yeah, I barely got it done

before the power went off,

but, uh, I am me.

I tell you, man, I don't know

how we did it while you were gone.

Oh, wait a minute. Oh,

that's right. We were fine.

- Oh!

- Oh!

Oh, no, it's all right.

I know it was a struggle.

I might stick around for a while.

- I got time.

- Yeah.

With me? You can stay with

me as long as you like.

I love you too, kiddo. Bye.

Okay.

That was my daughter.

Turns out the first thing Ethan did

when he saw your light show splashed

across Twitter was call the FBI.

Now they're going after Bligh.

He won't be the only one.

They'll all be running around,

confessing their sins

for a reduced sentence.

She also just told me that she

wants to move in with me for a while.

How about your ex?

She made her bed.

But you, you just pulled off

the greatest heist and con

I think I've ever even heard of.

It's just the start, man.

Not for me.

I think I'm done.

What? Why? You just learned

to hack. You're not bad.

Yeah, you're not a

thief, but you're thief-y.

Thief-ish. Thieffity.

You were undercover for

months. That's a grift.

You even threw a halfway-decent

punch there in the end.

I'm like a little pinch hitter-hacker,

and like a little taste grifter-thief.

I'm half a lawyer now at best, but

Maybe if I mix that all together,

I could still be

something and do some good.

How?

Hang out a shingle.

Take the cases of people in need.

I'm gonna become terribly poor.

But maybe also I'll

become the kind of man

my daughter can look in the eye.

Speaking of which, I just told

her I'd meet her back at my place.

No! What am I gonna do without

you here to make me look good?

Oh, I think you're looking pretty good.

Not bad, New Guy.

Seems like you're on

the road to redemption.

It's a process, right?

Say, Harry, you gonna

stay out of trouble?

Not on your life.

That's what I wanted to hear.

Harry, you're the best bad

guy who tried to be a good guy

that learned to be the best

good-bad guy we ever had.

Thank you, Parker.

I think.

- Sophie

- I'll walk you out.

Sure about this?

When we met, you were lost in grief.

And I didn't know it

then, but I was too.

And you saw that.

And you helped me.

Well, you helped me too.

They are my family,

but they're used to

seeing me a certain way.

As Sophie Devereaux.

You see me as I could be.

I'm gonna miss that.

Well, you know where to

find me if you need me.

I'll have Breanna track your phone.

Yeah, that would do it.

Good luck

Harry.

You know, I think that is the

very first time that you've ever

Stop. You're gonna ruin it.

This is it.

Well, that was a hell of a

final performance, Ms. Devereaux.

Kinda like watching The Beatles at Shea.

I don't think that was

my final performance.

You know, I love the theater.

I love a full house and the applause,

but this, holding one

person's attention,

improvising every second

with everything on the line,

I think

This is my stage.

Nothing's ever gonna come close to this.

I I just have to

stop fighting it and

Lead the team.

Well, only if it's okay with you.

I do not wanna take your place.

You're not. I mean, you won't.

I'm still managing 12

other international teams,

and I'm not gonna miss the paperwork.

- Huh?

- Oh, I forgot.

- Eliot.

- Oh, yeah.

- What?

- Just hold on.

I didn't know there was paperwork.

Oh, yeah, we have to fill

out health insurance forms.

Mm-hmm, matching 401(K)s.

I got the receipts right here.

I forgot to give 'em to her.

I'm gonna give 'em to you.

Every time I crash a drone

it has to be reimbursed.

I-I don't wanna do paperwork.

What, you think the power bill for

this place is gonna pay for itself?

- Mm-mm.

- Uh Huh?

Eliot! Three hundred

dollars for a haircut?!

Paperwork. Hmm.