All language subtitles for Leverage Redemption s02e01 The Debutante Job.eng

[♪ "God Save the Queen"
playing on electric guitar]

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-[tires screech]
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[all grunting]

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[dings]

-[dings]
-Brakes.

[brakes screech]

Airbags.

Unlock doors.

[doors unlock]

-Come on.
-[grunts]

[gasps] Oh, thank God. Thank God.

-Get your ass back in the car.
-[groans]

Accelerate.

[engine revs]

-[crash]
-[people screaming]

Is that taser bedazzled?

Oh, yeah,
a little Christmas gift from my girl.

-It's nice, isn't it?
-Yeah.

-You see the pretzel?
-I do.

That is hand-bejeweled.

You don't see artisanal craftmanship
like that no more.

Boy, ain't that something?

[theme music playing]

All I'm saying is that according
to my notes and my schedule,

our reaction times were a little slow.

And, Breanna,
we gotta discuss your disguise protocols.

-My disguise?
-She's...

Parker's a crawfish.

-[Parker] Hey!
-Yes, and a very convincing one.

Look, we had a plan,
and we deviated three times.

Listen, all we're saying is that
since you started running the crew,

-you're a little more...
-Boring.

Well, I was gonna say "thorough."

I'm sorry.

I'm responsible for our safety,
and that requires planning.

Look, it just feels like you might
be wearing somebody else's hat.

-Hat?
-Like Nate.

[Eliot] No.

Well, you said "ugly hat."
Whose hat?

I didn't say--
I just said "hat"!

-[sighs]
-Look, people have different swings, okay?

Nate ran things like clockwork,
and you're more...

not a clock.

No, no, no, no, no,
I am not attempting to be Nate

any more than Breanna's
attempting to be--

-Hardison!
-Yes, that.

-Ah!
-[Eliot] My man!

-[Hardison] What up? Hey!
-[laughs]

Baby, hey.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Ooh.
-Oh, this...

[both stammering]

-[Hardison grunts]
-[Parker chuckles]

-What up? [grunts]
-[grunts]

-Breanna, guess what.
-What's up?

Somebody threw away my orange soda.

Um...

453 bottles just gone.

-You count? Weird.
-Yeah.

Uh, it just, it got bad, you know?
It got chewy.

-Chewy?
-[Breanna] Yeah.

Please explain how soda gets chewy.

Here are your disgusting dirtballs.

These are truffles, man.
We did a whole con of it.

-You know what?
-They stank.

Wait, wait, wait,
you're not due home for another month.

I thought you were busy with
your handsome, millionaire actor friend,

who I wanna meet, by the way.

No.

And his satellite is being prepped
for launch, so I got a little time off.

But in the meantime,
I need your help with something.

[beeps]

I'm sorry, did you just touch my screens?

Those are my screens.

-Whose screens? Who?
-Mine.

I'm sorry, I can't hear nothing.
I can't. I can't hear nothing.

-[beeps]
-Oh, look, Pietr Volkov.

-[clears throat]
-[all laugh]

-[beeps]
-Pietr Volkov.

[all laugh]

No.

[Parker]
You weren't smiling. Why?

Who? Why? What's up? Why?
Why is my presentation not coming up?

Oh, I found your controls
kind of antiquated,

so I flipped the button.

Oh, you flipped.
Wow, you are so smart. You are so smart.

I bet you could spell every word
in the dictionary except for "respect."

At least I'm not dressed
like a restaurant hostess.

-Stop it.
-Girl.

[typing]

What? Did you... How?

-Need some help with that?
-I'm good.

-[Breanna] Oh.
-I'm good. I got this. I'm good.

[beeps]

-[Breanna chuckles]
-Thank you.

Pietr Volkov.

He's the president
of an Eastern European country, Alstonia.

Now, the man loves classic R&B.
He loves long walks on the beach.

He also loves crushing freedom and putting
anybody that disagrees with him in prison.

[beeps]

Bradley Simkov here, he's a reporter.

He got out the country
just ahead of the secret police.

He writes about Volkov
for the International Press.

He's so good, in fact, that Volkov's guys
took a run at him this week.

But it's cool. I stashed him
in the London safe house.

Now, Bradley has a tip that Volkov,

while he is smacking down
his citizens with his right hand,

he's got his left hand in the cookie jar.

The man is stealing antiquities and funds
from the country and shipping it overseas.

So we steal what he's stealing.

Mm, that's like your egg.

See, if it were that easy, I'd just let
the London Leverage crew handle it.

But Bradley, he needs proof.

The man needs legal proof
of Volkov's crimes

that will stand up in court

so that the newspapers
aren't afraid to print his story.

But even if the bad press
does get Volkov sanctioned,

-if he hides his assets--
-No, that's not the play.

Countries like this
never have just one Volkov.

He's got rivals,
generals, other rich guys.

They find out he's stealing
without cutting them in, boom.

Bring Volkov down,

pro-democracy party's
got a chance in the chaos.

Well, if this was the London crew,
it'd be my call.

But with this crew,
it's Sophie's decision.

[sighs] I don't know.

A job like this, I mean, it would take
masses of research and logistics.

Boring.

And legal proof.

It's not really our thing.

Although, we do know an expert.

First day, these construction company
lawyers are gonna try to intimidate you

out of suing for your accident.

I don't want you to worry, though.
I am here for you all the way.

Good morning.

[Southern accent]
Mr. Wilson, I presume.

Uh...

Don't believe we've met.

Beatrice Campbell, outside counsel.

They brought me in when
they realized just how badly

they had screwed the pooch
on this particular case.

Especially after
you got your hands on that video.

Video?

[chimes]

Oh, the, uh, the video.

Now, if anyone here--

Bob--

doubts that the smart thing to do
is to settle generously,

why don't you
throw that video on up there?

[chimes]

[slurring]
I can't take this anymore.

I swore an oath as a civil engineer
to do no harm,

but this company has cut corners
on everything that they do

in the name of a false god of profit.

I was unaware that a civil engineer
took such an oath.

As was I.

So I uploaded all the emails
this company has ever sent to us,

asking us to use
a lower-quality rebar.

Or this one.

"Just fill out
the inspection report yourself."

All right, so I'm putting it on one file,
and I'm sending it out wide.

Then maybe God will forgive me

for serving Moloch,
the devourer of children.

[sighs]

-[chimes]
-Of course.

Mm-hmm.

I trust this will be sufficient.

[Harry] Two million.

[upbeat music playing]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs] This place
seems smaller to me somehow.

Or maybe I've grown as a person
and it stayed the same.

Yeah, well, that's why
we had to bail you out.

I had that case locked up.

We know, but it would have
taken you months, and we need you now.

Although I am happy to see
you put the "ex" in "ex-evil lawyer."

Well, that is thanks to all of you.

These last couple of months, I've actually
been putting my law degree to some good.

Glad to hear it.

Now, I need a primary line of attack
and three alternates.

Oh, you're way more playing
facing forward than I remember.

Exactly as I've always been.

Okay, well, his money laundering
is very well constructed.

I kind of admire it, actually,
from an ex-evil lawyer standpoint.

The only weakness I can see is in
the money transfer country to country.

I got you.

[beeps]

Volkov's got private flights
going in and out of this airport

just outside of London every week.

No passengers,
just a plane going back and forth.

Well, he's not gonna
declare stolen goods at Customs.

Yeah, but he is gonna
have to declare the weight.

They have to find out
how much fuel that flight needs.

[Parker] A million dollars
runs about a hundred pounds.

A standard gold brick clocks in
at 27.4 pounds, which makes it worth...

Hang on, let me
look up the conversion rate.

Approximately 750,000, give or take.

Okay, but if he's stealing as much
as Hardison's reporter thinks,

his plane's fuel records
have to show it.

The manifest.

Yeah, the weights and fuel usage will be
digitally encoded in the flight manifests.

How do we get those?

-From the plane.
-Airport servers.

The plane is more reliable.

Airport servers are more accessible, fam.

[Sophie] And we will solve this
on the way to London.

Let's go steal...

the burden of proof.

That is a completely new one.

I forgot about that bit.

[Breanna]
I got it.

I still don't understand it.

What's up? What's up?

Say what you gotta.
What are we doing? What are we doing?

Pardon me.
I'd just like to check in on our flight.

We're the G4 flight to Zurich.

We'll prep right after
we clear the incoming flight.

Your accent is so charming.

Oh.

-American?
-American. I'm an American lawyer, yes.

Specializing in corporate law,
which really isn't much of a stretch.

I think I could have handled more.

Harry, it's your first time back.
We had to ease you in.

Right, the plan.

Harry and I are gonna
keep the ground crew distracted

while Volkov's plane's being unloaded
so that Eliot and Parker

can access the airport server.

And the plane's computer.

Thank you.

Follow the plan, and we're in and out
in four minutes and 30 seconds.

Hmm.

That "hmm"
just sounded a little judgy.

No, no, no. No "hmm." Focus.

The plan.

This how you gonna do it?

This how you're gonna organize
the security feed data flow?

-Yeah.
-[Hardison] That's how you're gonna do it?

Yeah, that's how I'm gonna run that.
Everybody likes it like that.

-Mm-hmm, everybody?
-They told me so. What?

Interesting. Interesting.

Sophie.
You like the security feed data flow?

Mm-hmm, everybody loves it.
We can't get enough of it.

Oh, boom. Ba-bow-bow.

Will you guys stop squabbling
and tell me where I'm supposed to go?

Okay, employee entrance
is around the corner.

I've got your marks on my
super-efficient security feed data flow.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

Actually, you know what?
Pardon me.

Sorry. This country's
got me all turned around, man.

Hell, I looked the wrong way at an
intersection and almost got hit by a bus.

[both chuckle]

Hahaha. It's not funny.

All right, can you tell me
where I'm supposed to go?

[pilot] The waiting room
is right around that corner.

Is it? Around this corner?

-All the way down.
-Okay, thank you. Thank you.

[exhales sharply]

[Eliot]
We've got eyes on his security detail.

Likely armed.

Headed your way.

That's an awful lot of security
just to guard some stolen goods.

Oh, no,
that's the right amount of security.

'Cause Volkov is here.

[clears throat]

Are you watching those etiquette videos
I found for you? We have to be flawless.

Da. Da.

In English. Practice your English.
It, too, must be flawless.

Hey, two of Volkov's guys
are hanging back.

They're keeping an eye on the cargo.

I can take 'em out,
but it ain't gonna be quiet.

Well, if they know we pulled the data,
then they could cover it up.

Security is splitting their attention
between Volkov and the plane.

And they'll prioritize Volkov.

So if we pull him away from the door,
they'll come with him.

I don't even want to do
this stupid debut party.

I just feel like a prop
or a picture.

You will.

We have to be accepted by these British.

The people who matter.

You saw what happened
to the Russians, yes?

Sanctions, their money seized.

Except for those with friends in the UK.

They were not touched.

We must make friends like that.

Just in case.

Harry, you're staring.
They're gonna notice.

You, you have problem?

Oh, oh, no, no, no.

I was just, um,
checking on Your Grace's flight.

Uh, that is correct?
Is it "Your Ladyship"?

What? The plan is I'm a Swiss banker
with narcolepsy.

I know, but you heard him.
He wants high-class friends.

You're classy.

Excuse me.
What he does mean, "Your Grace"?

[Breanna]
We don't have an ID for Sophia as royalty.

Yeah, we do. Look at the old files.

Go on, get up in there.

-Old files.
-Mm-hmm.

Okay.

[beeps]

-Twelve years? Twelve years ago?
-Mm-hmm.

You didn't even build that.

[chuckles]

The Duchess of Hanover.

But, please, call me Charlotte.

I try to travel incognito,
but, you know, Americans.

Oh.

Of course, Americans.

How nice to meet a gentleman.

Oh, am I to understand
that this charming girl

is about to be introduced into society
at a debut party?

My father says I have to.

Oh, well, darling,
your father's quite right.

I mean, I know it must sound
dreadfully dull to you,

but it really is the most splendid way
to meet the proper class of people.

And I want to hear all about it.
I love a party.

[Eliot]
One left. The pilot.

Got any more backup plans?

Sugar. Sugar.
Uh, some food, right?

Where y'all keep the sugar?
Y'all got some sugar?

Sugar?

Oh, no, that's Eliot's sandwich.
What are you doing?

We don't...
We don't play in Eliot's sandwich.

Parker, give Eliot the hard drive tab.

Breanna, you're gonna
walk him through installing it.

We are gonna run
the drop-off double cross.

[grunts]

[suspenseful music playing]

Baby. You got the stuff?

Just like you said.
They never checked about our flight.

Yeah.

This your pilot?

Mm-hmm.
Couldn't have done it without him.

Oh, no, no, I was a different flight.

Go ahead, bro, take your cut.

Oh, no, I was on a different flight.

-What?
-Uh...

Why doesn't he want his cut?

Why don't you want your cut, bro?
Are you wearing a wire? You flip?

No, I didn't. I didn't.

-I think he's wearing a wire.
-Hey, bro.

-Bro, lift your shirt up.
-[pilot] Huh?

-Lift your shirt.
-I didn't--

-Pull up your shirt!
-I didn't. I...

You're quite right.

Values are much more important than blood.

So to meet a man
who wants for his daughter

to continue with
British traditions, well...

[Breanna]
Sophie, Eliot got the data.

-Clear for the blow.
-[beeps]

I happen to think that new blood that--
may I?--

honors old ideas
is a winning combination for England.

[camera shutter clicking]

Hey! Hey!

Hey, you got what you need?

[Bradley] These fuel and weight ratios
match exactly when Volkov moved

national treasures out of the capital.

Here.

[beeps]

The Golden Hawk, 400 pounds.

Used to be above
the entrance to Parliament.

Disappear six months.

One day later,
the same weight is loaded onto the plane.

And thanks to the truly dystopian level
of CCTV coverage in London,

I tracked the truck carrying it
from a private airport

to a London townhouse
registered in Volkov's name.

There's a hundred items like this.

More than enough evidence I need
to write my story and get it past Legal.

I'll contact my editor now.

Hey, Bradley, Eliot's on his way over
to the safe house to secure it,

so just wait for him.

Okay. Bring more pizza.

[beeps]

All right, I'll scrub the metadata.

[scoffs] Scrub?
You don't need to scrub anything.

I already put a filter on the first pass.

Excuse you?

All right, we're taking a break.

We're gonna get some food
and we're gonna talk about our feelings.

-Promise me it's not the puppets.
-Just please no puppets.

[high-pitched voice] The puppets
are how we deal with our anger.

[normal voice]
I'll go get them.

I thought you were gonna talk to her
about the puppet.

That's you. That's definitely you.

-I don't even...
-That's you.

Excuse me.

She got new ones.

Everything all right?

Those two have a few things to figure out.

No, I mean, um...

Well, you're the one who taught me
how to be light on my feet.

And this whole job,

it seems like you're more interested
in the planning than the plan.

When I started running the crew
when I met you,

I half expected to mess up.

I knew they'd have my back,
but it's different.

It's official.

I need them to trust me,
and I can't let them down.

They still have your back, but yes,

there's a difference
between being part-time in charge

and fulltime responsibility.

Yes. Oh, it's good to have you back,

and to have someone to talk to
with a different perspective.

You can talk to me anytime you want.

You don't have to drag me
to London to do it.

Well, can I drag you to an art gallery

and we can count the number of fakes
hanging on the walls?

You're in a good mood.

Ah, the con's done.

It's been ages
since I've been in London

without having
some serious problem to solve.

All right.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Eliot]
Bradley's gone.

We have a serious problem.

Eliot's still out looking.

Yes, and Bradley's editor
just got this video.

If any of these lies are published,
we start sending you pieces of him.

If you contact the police,
you won't even find his stashes.

That's how they found Bradley.
He emailed his editor.

But Bradley's email was encrypted.

But his editor's was not.

So Volkov's people just piggybacked
onto the reply and lured him out.

Listen, Volkov's not gonna kill Bradley
in England. He's trying to impress people.

He's gonna wait
till he gets him back to Alstonia.

Parker says they haven't used
airports or train stations.

And with the new border inspections,
they're not gonna risk driving.

And Volkov's private plane
is still on the tarmac.

[Hardison] So Volkov's holding Bradley
somewhere here in London.

[Breanna]
But where and how long?

He's hosting his daughter's
debut ball tonight.

He's probably leaving straight after that.

[knocking on door]

Got your message.
I thought we were leaving for breakfast.

Ooh, tied up to a chair in a basement.
That's never good.

What? A basement?

Yeah, unfinished walls
with concrete behind them.

I'm fixing up my basement
so my daughter can move in.

Walls look just like that.

Okay, in swanky London neighborhoods,
you're not allowed to build up, right?

But rich folks, they still want
their private spas, their wine cellars,

their money rooms where they can
swim underground like a cartoon duck.

So they build down.

Luxury basements.

Okay, here's a complaint
that Volkov's neighbor filed.

He claims that Volkov's digging
was flooding his basement,

even though there's no construction permit
for Volkov's mansion.

An unpermitted secret basement.

That's exactly where
I'd hide my political prisoner.

So we meet up with Parker and Eliot
and come up with a plan?

No. No, we're gonna go with my instinct.

And my instinct says
we need to get into Volkov's party.

-All of us.
-Me, too?

Well, we don't know what kind
of security tech is around Bradley,

and Hardison needs to be mobile.

So, yes, Cinderella,
you're on the main security system.

[snaps fingers]

I get to go to the ball! Yes!

And we need to get Parker in
as background.

Can you get her on the catering roster?

It's already done.

Okay.

Wait, are you officially back,
so I can start making fun of you again?

We'll see.

All right.

We got the blueprints
to Volkov's main house,

but we are flying blind in that basement.

Maybe we can learn something
from the neighbor who complained.

Do we have a name on him?

That we do.

[computer beeps]

Oh, bollocks.

[rock music playing]

[Ralphie]
Ah, watch your step, yeah?

Oh, yeah, so Volkov says to me,
"We're not doing any digging, mate."

And I say, "Oh, well, mate,
then why is there

an absolutely biblical flood of sewage
in my basement?"

Only just moved everything back in.

[British accent] Uh, yeah, yeah, so this
is the wall in question, Mr. Roy,

adjacent to the one
you claimed your neighbor built?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
but, oh, I dug mine first.

Right, yeah.

Yeah, it's just, um, you know,
let us inspect things.

And then we'll get out of your hair.

All right. Hey, I was gonna make some tea.
You fellas want something?

-Oh, no.
-No tea, no tea. All right.

Ooh. Ooh.

Get it together.

What? Dude, that's Ralphie Roy!

I don't care.

My God!

I bet he wrote "Backstreet Crush"
on this guitar right here.

[laughs] Huh?

"Garden of Yellow."

" Stovepipe City"?

I'm more of a Britpop guy myself.

Damn it, Hardison.

This man went triple platinum right here
with this album, "Kiki."

He wrote it about a girl
that broke his heart.

[exhales] Man, when I was a kid,

I practiced the solo of that song
so much, my fingers bled.

Who cares?
Get to work, man.

Hey, hey, show the man some respect.
That's the man's canvas.

Hey, how does the song go to Kiki?

♪ Kiki ♪

Don't! [stammering]

♪ It's your crumpets and biscuits ♪

Don't engage. Just focus on getting
the imaging of that basement next door.

Okay, I'm initiating the algorithm
to process that sonar data now.

Wait, what? Did you say "sonar"?

Yeah.

[pinging]

It's the same type of equipment
they use to find dinosaur bones. Why?

Is that a sonar sensor?

Oh, uh, I studied to be
a sonar technician with the Royal Navy

before ever picking up a guitar.

Yeah, I was a regular ping jockey.
[laughs]

Do you mind if I watch what you're doing?

[sighs]

[rock music playing]

I really didn't wanna have to do this.

[pinging]

Ah, this looks very advanced
for city equipment.

What agency are you working with again?

[knocking on door]

Oh, bugger all.

Carry on, gentlemen.

Oh, God, these bloody pants!

[grunts] I'm coming! Hold on!

[grunts]

[sexy rock music playing]

Hello, Ralphie.

Kiki.

Kiki Montgomery.

I was in the neighborhood.
How have you been?

[stammers]

[laughs] Oh, Kiki!

The music hasn't been
the same without you.

Come on in. Come on. Hello.

[laughs]

[Sophie laughing]
Ralphie. No, no, Ralphie.

You have to behave yourself.
I'm not... I'm not a groupie anymore.

No, no, no, no, no funny business.

[mumbling]

I really need to listen to that album.

Thanks.

You clean up very nice, Your Grace.

I barely had a minute to change.

Oh, poor, old Ralphie.
I think it's been lonely in the spotlight.

He talked my bloody ear off.

Remember, we need to get down
to Bradley as soon as possible.

[indistinct chatter]

Guards at every entrance
and hallway.

Parker, what have you found?

They've retrofitted this old mansion
with a new security system,

so all the cameras are wired in a series.

Now, I've traced those camera wires
to a door leading upstairs.

Considering all the security they have,
I'm betting the control room's up there.

What are you doing?

Working. [scoffs]
Tod with an "H."

Shouldn't you
be in the reception room, Toehead?

Oh.

[indistinct chatter]

Yes. Thank you for coming.

Tonight we celebrate my daughter
through Alstonian diamond.

Papa, I'm not a rock.

No, a rock does not complain
about a £5,000 dress.

Made by slave labor.

Oh, but it's beautiful.

And tonight's your night
to be beautiful, Miss Volkov.

Oh, Your Grace,
what a pleasant surprise.

When we chatted the other day,
I got rather excited.

I took your desire to introduce
your gorgeous daughter

to the aristocracy as an invitation.

I'm afraid I've done better
than the aristocracy.

I brought along royalty.

Please allow me to introduce
Crown Prince Leratodi

and Princess Mercedeso of Lesotho.

[string music playing]

[Sophie]
Parker, any progress on access to Bradley?

Down the elevator to the basement.

Three guards and a Glenreader MS80
fingerprint scanner.

Gonna need Volkov's fingerprint.

-[gasps]
-Uh...

Again? Wrong place.
Reception room.

-Go, shoo!
-Yeah, right.

-Go!
-Yeah.

-Go, go, go, go, go!
-Yeah.

Something's up with Teehod.

[clears throat] Toad. Tahody.

Your Highnesses.

[African accent]
Uh, President Volkov, in my country,

we do not greet each other
with bowed heads

but with a raised hand of peace.

Oh, how charming! [chuckles]

[African accent] We should take a picture.
Come, come.

-Yes.
-Yes. Oh, allow me, please.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Sophie] Ah.

[camera shutter clicks]

Who knew time-honored traditions
could be so itchy?

So itchy.

[laughs] Lovely. Ah.

Thank you for having us, Mr. President.

Absolutely charming.

Yeah, well, what are you gonna do
if somebody tells Volkov

that the Crown Prince of Lesotho
is only 14 years old?

Volkov has met exactly
three black people in his entire life.

He will not admit to not knowing anything
about the royal family of Lesotho.

You got Volkov's print?

Yeah, yeah, this new program
can isolate it straight out of the photo.

Man, I wrote that program.

Huh.

It's great, but, you know,
I had to make a few small adjustments.

[Breanna]
Wait, my program worked just fine.

All right, I'm gonna go try
to find the journalist,

maybe some guys to fight.

I've been doing this job for years, okay?

You could respect the experience.

Or you could respect the fact
that I'm not you.

No, no, no, it is not true.
It's a beautiful--

I'm starving.
I'm going to the kitchen.

Well, be back in time
for the speech, yeah?

[Nadia]
I'm good.

What?

No, no, no, we need Volkov
focus on his daughter, not on security.

Harry, Harry, he doesn't like you.
Go and distract him.

Go and get the attention of a murderous
dictator who already doesn't like me?

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

Just wanted to make sure I heard you okay.

[clears throat]

Mr. President.

Oh, the American.

Now, now, now, now, if you really wanna
be in business with Her Ladyship,

if you really want
your interests to be joined,

we can have that conversation.

Talk.

Oh, you mean,
you wanna hear the intricate,

entire business proposal right now?

-Yes.
-Ah, well, okay, very well, uh...

Harry should be able to stay alive
for the next 15 minutes.

Hardison, Eliot, status?

All right, we're in position.

Breanna?

I'm headed upstairs,
but there's a guard in my way.

Looks like he has a key card.

[door opens]

I got him.

Tod with an "H" was supposed
to be working, but he disappeared.

I had to protect his canapes
from half the room.

Hey, try one of these, would you?

[coughing]

Huh. Chef's right,
there's way too many ghost peppers.

Okay.

[beeps]

No one's here.

There's no guards.

Just a bank of computers.

And now I see why.

Okay, so this system is wired so that any
disturbance causes a complete shutdown.

And all the guards have linked comms.

That means they can each
cause a shutdown with a panic button.

Guys, no one needs to be
watching these monitors.

So if you disarm the alarm system,
the cameras?

It's gonna get loud and painful.

There's gotta be a solution.
We try a loop, a bypass, something.

Restart.

Uh, we can force a restart.

Okay, um, so the system
runs a standard update monthly.

I changed the date. It'll make it think
that it's time to run that update.

That'll knock out the guards' comms
and the perimeter alarms.

For how long?

Uh, about 90 seconds.

So that friend has--

Nadia has been gone too long
and I think I know why. Go find her.

Hold that thought.

Hold? Hold? Hold what? Why?

Oh, Your Highness.

Uh, what are you doing here?

[suspenseful music playing]

Your Highness?

[African accent]
I was just seeking a moment's respite.

From the patriarchy.

Masters of the universe presenting
women like collectible trading cards.

But what are you doing here?

We, too, run from the patriarchy.

Our love cannot be hidden.
Instead, we are running away.

Tohd is my boyfriend.

My father does not approve because
he's majoring in the ceramic arts.

And I'm a drummer in a ska band.

[imitates drumming]

-You're not helping.
-Oh, sorry.

Ah, go check the feeds,
the security feeds upstairs.

Actually, I think I did see your daughter.

I think she was just heading
off to the restroom.

The rest? The rest?

Bathroom. Restroom. Uh, the loo.

Breanna, if Nadia is missing much longer,
Volkov's gonna tear this party apart.

[African accent]
Nadia, Tod with an "H."

I get it. Young hearts run free.

But the security alarms will sound
the second you open the windows.

I wish to be free from my father.
I thought you would understand.

People who have the world
handed to them they never do.

Come on, we'll lock her in
and sneak out another way.

Wait a second!

I'm going up there.

Hey, hey, no, no.
She's got this.

Look, I know you can't see it,
but I know she's got this.

Yes, I do.

I understand.

I know what it is like to be
underestimated, passed over,

expected to do as I am told.

My brother, the Crown Prince,

he thinks he knows everything,
but I know what's best for me.

But that also means slowing down

and being smart about things.

Yes?

[sighs]

Don't leave now
before your father's speech.

You won't even make it over the fence.
Go after.

Once he's had his share of vodka,
when he won't even notice you are gone.

I knew you were a sister in spirit.
[chuckles]

What is this?
Oh, yeah. [chuckles]

-[laughs]
-Oh! Ooh!

Yes, Tohd. Okay, we can go out this way.

-Thank you, Your Majesty.
-Yes.

That's enough, Tohd.

[normal voice]
Ska band? Anybody else heard that? Okay.

Lovebirds are headed back to the party.
Everyone ready?

It was-- it my mistake.

I could have sworn I saw her
heading back that way to the restroom.

Search every inch.

My daughter and that scruffy waste
of testosterone are trying to--

I'm here, Father.

Hey!

Where you have been?

I was just, uh...

Oh, probably just sneaking a glass
of champagne to calm her nerves.

That's what I did at my debut.

Ah, Mr. Volkov, it's time for your speech.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. [sighs]

Everyone.
Can I have your attention, everyone?

May I present our host
for this evening, President Volkov.

[applause]

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for coming

to celebrate my daughter
as she steps into the world

and represents our name.

[applause]

Breanna, it's time.

Okay, system reset starts...

-[beeps]
-...now.

[trilling]

Gentlemen, is this the secret dungeon

where you're holding
a respected journalist

against his will,
or is that the other hallway?

[suspenseful music playing]

-[rock music playing]
-[all grunting]

Security! Security!

You know,
I hate when my friends don't pick up.

[grunting]

Oh, hey, high five.

Don't do that.

You know how to fight, man.
You could have helped.

Look, I'm helping.
I got the door.

Look. Whee. There you go.

Ungrateful.

[Eliot]
Grab a guy and put him in the closet.

You grab a guy.
I got a biometric lock to pick.

[trilling]

Excuse me, sir.

[trilling]

Yeah. Okay.

[trilling]

[beeps]

Oh, hey, the program works.

That is my program.

[elevator dings]

Look at this. Oh, they got the...

Eliot, you gotta hide one more guy.
He right there.

Damn it, Hardison.

Just trying to help.

[Eliot]
The way you helped eat my sandwich?

Quick and quiet.
You have 60 seconds left.

[elevator dings]

[suspenseful music playing]

[groans]

Looking for this?

-Yo.
-[groans]

Nice lift.

Parker had me do makeup work
'cause I keep skipping vent practice.

I... I... [sighs]

Hey, Bradley. What's up?
It's your boy. Hardison.

Don't worry about a thing, man.
We're gonna get you out.

[Bradley] Ah.

Yeah, we can't get him out.
I don't have a code for this.

No, it's magnetized. We'd have to fry it.

What has enough charge for that?

There's a car battery somewhere
from when they were torturing me.

Hey, I like the way you think.
Also, I am deeply sorry about that.

-Wow.
-Yeah.

-Yeah, that's not cool, man.
-It's not.

My entire body hurts.

Young people today do not value

the hard work it takes
to hold up this world.

We make it so we stand above the masses.

And all can see my Nadia
shine like the jewel she is.

[applause]

Volkov's almost finished his speech.

It could be a problem.

So let us raise a glass--

[Tohd] Nadia!

You cannot do this.

For once in your life,
stand for something.

-[all gasp]
-Oh, no!

Tohd! I knew you brought him with you!

Grab the kid. Close down
the perimeter. He might have help.

Ah, ladies and gentlemen, apologies.

As you know, many governments
are being harassed by political opponents.

We will secure this radical and make sure
he has no dangerous accomplices.

Yes.

[grunts]

[beeps]

All right, Bradley.

Oh, thank you.

Let's get you out of here, buddy.

Yeah.

[Breanna]
Hold that thought, fellas.

Okay, Volkov is taking Tohd
down to the basement as we speak.

The elevator is our only way out.

-There you go.
-Yeah.

Guys, Volkov, party of thuggery,
is on his way down.

[trilling]

[beeps]

[suspenseful music playing]

We got to redirect 'em.

The system is gonna reboot
in just a few seconds.

I'm thinking we should speed up plan M.

Uh, we have a plan M?
I thought we were trusting your instincts.

We are, and my instincts
were to have a plan M.

-[sobbing]
-Oh.

Oh, oh, oh, come now.
It's gonna be fine.

[elevator dings]

[speaking Alstonian]
Mr. President.

You do not wish to come down right now.

You must maintain your deniability.

[speaking Alstonian]
Where are the men who guard this door?

Assisting us.

Our guest has been uncooperative.

[groaning]

[groaning loudly]

[groaning quietly]

Whatever you are doing to our guest...

Do to him as well.

[grunting]

Happily, sir.

No!

[elevator dings]

-[explosion]
-Whoa!

[suspenseful music playing]

[coughing]
What in the bleedin' hell?

Oh, I knew you dug a basement.

Oh, and a shoddy one at that.
It collapsed.

[kisses]

Come on.

This is not my doing.

May I be of some assistance?

Oh, oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

This bloke, he built
an illegal basement and a...

prison cell.

That's not your business.

Actually, it is my business.

DCI Fortescue, Scotland Yard.

[laughing]

-A party will do you good, Ralphie. Here.
-Uh...

Invite this lot,
and I promise you'll see me later.

Ah, let's see.

Oh, I didn't realize you'd need
so many people from Scotland Yard.

And what's...

The UK Customs and Tax Board?

I like an eclectic mix, Ralphie.

What? [chuckles] Oh.

Oh, yeah, yeah, you were on Kiki's list.

Ooh.

Is that the Alstonian Hawk
that's been missing for six months?

No, do not touch that.

Ah, you also might wanna arrest him
for kidnapping while you're here.

Oh, and not to mention the theft
and international smuggling.

Oh, I think we could call
Interpol for that.

Oh, they're on their way,
aren't they, Ralphie?

-Oh, anything for you, darling.
-Aw.

You cannot arrest me.
I have diplomatic immunity.

Oh, you're not being arrested.
You're being deported.

But there are some generals
waiting to arrest you on arrival.

I'm sorry, Father, but now you
cannot stand in the way of love.

Bravo.

-Right this way, sir.
-Come with us.

Ah, piss.

Now that Volkov has gone from
the president's palace to a prison cell,

Alstonia will be
holding free and fair elections

for the first time in a generation.

Today, I am very proud to be Alstonian.
Yes, I...

I am so proud of you.

All that extra lift practice paid off.

I couldn't have done without you, babe.

Oh, well, I'm not the one
who took out all those guards.

-You were.
-Yeah, you're right. Thank you.

Who? Wait, what? What?
Who took out the guards?

Damn it, Hardison.
You know that didn't happen.

You cleaning up?

I'm logging all the Alstonian artifacts,

making sure they get
traced back to where they belong.

[beeps]

Smart.

You did well out there.

[chuckles] You mean for somebody
who's not you?

No, I mean for anybody.

Including me.

Look, I gotta head back out, and I can
only do that because you are so damn good.

I didn't think about changing the clock.

I didn't write that fingerprint program.

I mean, I did improve it.

You were just in the middle
of apologizing, so stay focused.

-You're right. You're right. You're right.
-Right.

Look, Bree,
I'm used to showing you the way,

not you showing me.

So I'm sorry.

Really.

To be fair, um...

I really do respect the fact
that you're knowledgeable.

Mm.

And wizened.

Did... Did you just call me old?

'Cause it sounded like you called me old.

Ooh, calling Hardison old?

[Eliot]
Oh, I'm in on this game.

Ain't calling nobody old. What?
What you trying to say? Speak your mind.

I mean, if the shoe hits, my brother.

What shoe?

The old man shoe.

-The clogs.
-[laughs]

The clogs?
I'm gonna clog you with this soda.

Well, that was a fun one.

It was.

But as fun as it was,
I'm sure you're itching to get back

to your practice and your clients.

Oh, I am.
But, you know, I have a theory.

You claim that you pulled me
back on this job for my legal expertise.

Evil lawyer, yes.

But you didn't really need a lawyer.

You just wanted someone
with a little perspective.

Somebody who wouldn't compare you
to the other bosses

like you kept comparing yourself.

Perhaps.

But I have a theory, too.

I did pull you back for this job.

Evil lawyer, I know.

But I didn't have to pull too hard, did I?

No. You seemed
rather keen to jump in.

Perhaps you enjoyed providing justice
a step or two outside the law.

And perhaps...

this won't be the last we see of you,

our Mr. Wilson.

Perhaps.

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

[Eliot] Sophie!

I'm coming!

[theme music playing]

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