All language subtitles for Leverage Redemption s01e14 The Great Train.eng

[birdsong]

[rooster crows]

[sheep bleating]

[dog barks]

Loaded on the truck,
it looks like nothin'.

I know.

I'm waitin' on a call, see if
the parish will do some soil tests.

Blight on half the field
makes no sense.

The rest is fine.

But this...

this is not enough.

And what happens when we lose that?

Listen.

My dad got through worse.

My grandfather got through worse.

We will get through this.

Okay?

Okay.

Come here.

[cell phone rings]

Go to the market.

Say hi to Sharon for me.

All right. Can't wait for that.

[man]
'Scuse me!

Time to pack up.

We don't want your kind around here.

Do we, gentlemen?

[shotgun blast]

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Get off my land!

Now!

Leave!

[man spits]

James.

James!

James!

[♪ theme music playing]

[Eliot speaks indistinctly]

...but 75% of the food trucks here

are-are sponsored by these guys.
I buy from them.

Tell her about it.

Famille Farms has been
in Leon's family since before the war.

It's one of the last Black-owned
small farms in Louisiana.

It's... a legacy.

But, I mean, the produce is...
I mean, well, it's organic.

Sweetest beans you've ever tasted, huh?

Eliot's a satisfied customer.

- I am.
- Sure is.

But it's not just my food trucks.

What, CSA's, high-end farm-to-table?

I mean, these guys,
they feed the community.

Hard through the past year.

Half of our crops suffered a blight.

We've been trying to figure out why.

And now...

And now a hate crime.

[Eliot] I'm gonna find these guys.

I'm gonna find these guys, and they're
not gonna like the process.

- But that's not why you're here.
- No.

When they patched me up,
they ran a blood panel

and they found
alcohol cardiomyopathy.

Ohh.

Oh, I'm sorry, you...
you don't have any signs.

I don't drink.

At all.

I went in and had bloodwork done too.

Same diagnosis.

And I haven't had a drink since...
when was the barbecue at Marcy's?

- That was fun.
- Mm-hmm.

And that was three months ago.

You're being poisoned.

Along with your field.

Yeah, this hate crime
is not a coincidence.

Somebody wants you gone.

We almost died.

We almost lost everything.

And if we don't figure this out,

we will lose everything.

Where's Parker?

Taking James and Leon
to the Ritz Carlton for a couple days,

with a spa package.

We Rochambeaued for it,

and she won.

According to James' description,
the attackers are WIM's,

which is White Identity Movement,
but they're not much beyond an acronym

and a 4chan thread.

And an Instagram.

[men whooping and cheering]

[man]
We got 'em good, boys!

[whooping and cheering]

I have friends who spend all day
peeling back visual clues

to locate and dox Nazis,

but these guys,
they just posted it, with hashtags.

I thought those livestreams
disappeared after 24 hours.

[pronounced gasp]
Right. Internet's forever.

But what doesn't make sense
is these WIM's

aren't the type to have
a whole train at their disposal.

Wait. Did you just say they have a train?

So, this is an aerial view of the farm.

[computer beeps]

The boundaries of the blight
go way past the farm.

Well, on that land in the middle
of the blight...

Old train tracks.

Yeah, so they dead-end there,
but they meet up

with the main railway
about three miles north.

Hold on, right there.
That dark spot, zoom in on that.

Somebody's burying something there
at the end of the train tracks.

Maybe that's what's poisoning the land.

Well, James and Leon have
asked the parish to test the soil,

but they just haven't done it yet.

Betcha it's cobalt poisoning.

That's, uh-- how do you know that?

Well, about ten years ago,
my firm handled a case

where they were using cobalt to kind of
fizz up the foam in bottled beer,

and a lot of people got sick.

Alcoholic cardiomyopathy.

And they weren't alcoholics.

Turned out it was the cobalt
isn't fit for human consumption.

And how much did the beer company
have to pay out to the survivors?

Well, we won that one, so, you know...

Oh, no. We're puttin' that
on the redemption list.

- Oh, you...
- Redemption list.

You don't have a redemption list.
What?

Ha! Well, huh, I guess if I go
back to regular life,

it would be nice to have a clean slate.

I actually like my list. I mean,
everything on my list that I did wrong,

I did extremely right.

So, the land with the tracks,
who owns it?

Well, it's been through
a bunch of LLC's,

but meet Blake Whitcomb.

Educated at Eaton and Oxford,

and then he dropped out of Stanford,

and then seriously got into
the green energy game.

[female newscaster]
A green energy evangelist,

Whitcomb walks the walk,
running his global business

from his private train car.

[Whitcomb] We've retrofitted
the entire train car

to run on renewables.

My company, Whittech,

is going to revolutionize
the way the world runs.

A private train car!

Ooh! How very Agatha Christie.

And he is not kidding
about revolutionizing the world.

In a decade, electric cars
are gonna be old news.

Apparently, rumor on the Interwebs is

this guy has designs
for an electric plane.

Oh, that is impressive.

I mean, the most expensive
part of flying is the fuel.

And the most carcinogenic.

Guy builds an electric plane,
it's gonna be cheaper travel,

better for the planet.

Well, apparently there's a big reveal
in Detroit this weekend.

-[Parker shouting]
- The online techies...

...they have it all planned out and...

Whoo! Ha!

-[Harry laughs] What?
- Parker!

Took the fast way back.

Don't worry, James and Leon are fine.
They're getting their massages.

Rewind that.

Look!

Um... uh... a really ugly painting?

A really ugly Kandinsky,
a very early one,

which means lots of money
but no taste--

someone who buys a Kandinsky
just to own a Kandinsky.

- What?
- No! The frame!

Look! In 1910, Glenn-Rieder
sold a picture frame safe,

a limited edition,

with 12 fleur-de-lis all around
the burnished brass border.

So the painting is hiding--
so the painting is fake?

Nope! The Kandinsky is real.

But he bought it for its size,
not its value--

or... what it looks like.

He chose it to fit the frame.

I'm gonna steal it.

I'm gonna rob that.

I'm gonna rob that safe.
I'm gonna go on the private train.

I'm gonna rob that train!

Parker, calm down.

So, our farmers are being poisoned

by something likely transported
by a train,

and their neighbor's office is a train.

Helluva coincidence, huh?

But what I'm not connecting yet,
though,

is how this gentleman
trying to save the world

has anything to do
with white nationalist hate crime.

Yeah, what he wants to hide so badly

he's willing to bury it in the middle
of a field in rural Louisiana.

Benefit of the doubt--
the poisoning could be unintentional.

Or someone could be trying to...
[humming]

...frame him.

-[computer beeps]
- You wanna meet him?

I just traced his tag number.

His private car is hooked up
to a train at Union Station.

It's leaving New Orleans
in 30 minutes for points north.

- Can I go? Please, can I go?
- Hold up. Hi.

Harry and I are gonna take the farm.
We're gonna find out what's buried there.

All aboard.

Let's go steal a train!

All right!

Whoo-whoo!

Ha! Come on.

[train whistle blows]

[P.A. announcement]
Attention.

Train 0645 with service to Detroit

is now boarding

and will depart from Union Station
in five minutes.

[mouths silently]
What?

It was staring me right in the face.

It was just right there.

Well, what was I supposed to do?

Uh, not take it! That could have been
a little old lady

going to go see her grandkids.

That could have been Grandma Cheryl.

She just can't resist.

[partiers shouting]

Bachelorettes!

Front of the train.
Steer clear!

You know, people don't usually party
on their way back from New Orleans.

Well, bachelorettes have stamina.

Where's Whitcomb's private carriage?

Uh, it's hitched to the back of the train.

Oh.

Why, if you have
a private meeting in Detroit,

would you take the slowest way there--

with bachelorettes?

[light chatter and laughter]

[Sophie] Old white guys,
expensive suits poorly tailored.

Politicians.

Thousand-dollar hoodies.
Hedge fund hipsters.

Well, we know two things.

This is not a relaxing trip
on the way to the meeting,

this is the meeting.
Those are investors.

What's the second thing?

Blake Whitcomb and the hate crime,
definitely connected.

[train whistle blows]

Hey!

[cheers and applause]

Okay, so green energy guy
has a hate-criming bodyguard?

Blake Whitcomb is definitely
involved in the poisoning.

Yeah, poisoning he had to keep a secret

'cause as soon as James and Leon
asked the parish to test their soil...

Yeah, they get hit by a hate crime.

[Breanna]
Okay, what's the plan?

I have 30 characters in this bag,
anyone I need to be.

- Oh.
- Parker, I've got someone for you too.

What about me?

Get to play yourself.

Go and set up mobile communications
in the cafe car. Go!

Watch out for the bachelorettes!

Loo-- you gotta-- be on the look for
more white identity types too.

And, kid, listen to me.

I know you know that just you
existing in that space makes you a target.

Copy that.

[Eliot] Did you get a new car?

Not my new car, it's my other car.

- What's this stuff?
- It's equipment to test the dump site.

Just happen to have a bunch of
scientific equipment in the back of your--

You have a bailout bag
with duct tape and plastic.

[chuckling] That's why I wanted
to take my other car.

All right.

Harry, we never discussed this
before you joined the team.

You a serial killer?

- Just prepared.
- Yeah, you're prepared.

You forgot shovels.

I'll go check the barn.

Yeah, see if they've got
a wheelbarrow, too.

[Whitcomb]
Electric flight is an energy problem.

We need an innovative design, yes,
but, most importantly,

it needs an energy-dense battery.

I see a Chinese heiress;

investment bankers who,
by their shoes, look to be Saudi Arabian;

and the Secretary of State,

who should be at the Hague.

We've been keeping
our test flights secret.

She's not an investor.

Who's the fish out of water,
the young woman working for Whitcomb.

Okay, the passenger manifest
says Emily Yoo.

She's an engineer for Whitcomb's company.

She's cute.

Judging by her bitten fingernails,
she's nervous about something.

Okay, I just hacked into
Whittech's private slack board.

So, she headed the design team
for the plane's body.

So, that explains why she's
along for the ride.

Seems like she's nervous
about the launch.

Why?

I don't know. Everyone
keeps telling her it's just nerves,

that Whitcomb's a genius.

They really think this man
is the Second Coming.

Not Emily.

In a world of Thomas Edison
avatars, she's...

well, she's a Nikola Tesla.

We've been keeping
our test flights secret,

so I can't spill too much,
but what I will say

is Berlin to the Eagle's Nest
has spectacular views.

I'm sorry, Eagle's Nest?

D-does he mean, um,
like the Eagle's Nest?

Hitler's vacation home, yes.

Now I know exactly who I need to be.

Breanna, you have 30 seconds
to turn me into German royalty.

Uh, royalty?

Royalty?

Did she say royalty?
Did this woman say royalty?

Well!

I know that you were not
at our last investors soiree

because that is a face
I could never forget.

Senator Jefferson Gwynette.

[German accent]
Lili-Marlene von Bismarck.

Ja, that von Bismarck.
It's a long story.

I have been dispatched by
Kanzlerin Merkel

to make sure Germany
is doing all it can

to support Herr Whitcomb's new tech.

[light chuckle]
Old Blake must love you.

Leider, we have never met in person.

Ooh! I would be happily grateful
for an introduction.

Well...

[delighted chuckle]
Oh!

Tickets. Uh, tickets, please.

[beeping]

Blake, if we could just
go over the initial plans of the...

Absolutely, Emily. Just one second.

Senator!

Blake, I'd like
to introduce you to someone.

This is Lili-Marlene von Bismarck,
German Energy.

I think she's just the investor
you've been looking for.

[hearty laugh]
Thank you, Senator!

Frau von Bismarck!

What a wonderful surprise to see you here.

Welcome.

We can lose the formalities, Sir, right?

I am only a businesswoman here.

I am here on business,
not royal business.

Well, you must call me Blake.

Lili-Marlene.

The Senator's foresight in inviting you
must be... fate.

- Well...
- I must say, I've been...

...rather stymied by the government
of the Fatherland.

Oh, come on.

Before we were British,
and then American,

we were German,
just like the royal family.

[light chuckle]
Indeed.

I've been making the case to
the Bundesregierung for years.

You are so far ahead of our engineers.

But now I have the ear
of the Chancellor, well...

where Germany goes,
Europe is sure to follow.

[laughter]

Oh, you must forgive Karl.

He takes such good care of us here.

Stops any outsiders from slipping in.

Outsiders?

Ah, you know-- tech journalists.

Always trying to get a taste
of the big reveal.

Absolutely.

But, as Steve Jobs taught us...

make them wait.

Everyone here is abuzz with rumors

of a plane with a miraculous battery.

Dare I ask...

All in good time.

But as I always say,

I aim to remake the world.

[laughter]

Shall we?
[chuckles]

Whoo! Nice one, Breanna.

Wikipedia and the Online German Peerage.
I think you guys are testing me.

Got any more on what he's revealing
that I could steal

out of that gorgeous
1910 Glenn-Rieder safe?

Uh, not yet.

But I did get a back door
into the Patent Office,

and I got everything
that Whitcomb ever filed.

I'm not gonna lie to you,
it-it's kind of a lot,

but, uh, there's got to be
something in this haystack.

Oh, here we go.
Here's the end of the line.

Look at this.

[Eliot]
All right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

You can't just dig into that.
We gotta test all this first.

What is all this stuff?

Well, you remember that beer case
I told you about a couple years ago?

I started getting kind of interested in
all the stuff that ends up in what we eat

and what we drink,
so I started doing a little research,

and I ordered some things online.

Ended up on some pretty strange
mailing lists, I can tell you that.

So you're not a serial killer,
you're a doomsday prepper.

I'm more of an every day prepper.

Which I'm really glad about now.

What does that mean?

Um, there's some protective suits
in that go bag.

We're gonna want to put those on.

This whole dump site is off the charts
with heavy metals.

- Prost.
- Prost.

Herr Whitcomb, I must confess,

some of my fondest memories
of childhood

were riding the Orient Express
with my mother.

So much of our rail travel
has lost that romanticism, nein?

[light chuckle]

Well, say no more, Lili-Marlene.

Oh!

[trilling sound]

[lock clanking]

Ah. Reverence for the old
and innovation of the new.

Wunderschoen.

[Whitcomb]
Karl, see that we're not disturbed.

[Sophie]
Oh, my, what a beauty.

Okay, small problem: The door's locked
with a dual biometric screener

and it's guarded by that
hate-criming mixologist.

I have been up and down
these patent applications,

and it's just all your basic ass-covering.

There is certainly not anything in here
about an energy-dense battery.

Because there is no patent.

Schematics for the battery
are probably inside

that very, very special
1910 Glenn-Rieder picture safe.

I'm confused. What does all this
have to do with the farm?

Well, the evidence is probably
in the safe too.

We need to get inside
that private car and crack that safe.

How are you gonna get
inside a private car on a moving train

with a double biometric lock
and a security guy in front of the door?

[deep breath]
Hmm.

I'm nodding,
but I don't know what that means.

I don't know what that means.

[Whitcomb laughs]

Ahh! The modern upgrades have not
harmed the aesthetic at all, I see.

[breathy giggle]

Yes, this wall, when we had to remove it,

I found some of the same wood used
in the golden age of film.

I'm fond of German filmmakers,

especially those forced to flee
for political reasons.

This, if you can believe it,

is the famous shepherd's hat
and stone axe

of the brave Gypsy villager

from Leni Riefenstahl's Tiefland.

Ugh, Sophie, swipe left.

Yikes.

Ahh! You are a fan
of his early work, I see.

Ah, I have to confess,
I am a novice at the visual arts.

That was a gift from mother.

To Mutter!

[light chuckle]

Ah! Und this is the battery.

You are going to learn
all my secrets, aren't you?

This is an energy-dense battery

that achieves 600 Watt-kilograms
per hour,

enough to fly across the country.

It... is a prototype. Proprietary.

You'll see it in action
when we get to Detroit.

Und this is how you're going
to change the world--

the world that has been
flying for a century!

[light chuckle]

Now, you don't change the world
with an invention.

You change it with power.

- Oh.
- There are too many people...

too many obstacles,
too many blah-blah-blah,

but my battery...

oh, my battery is going to make
me and my investors billions.

And with that, oh, we're going
to put the world back in order.

Back in order!

[Whitcomb laughs]

Yes.

There are those of us,

it's in our blood to be on top.

Everyone else...

doesn't count.

[loud thudding overhead]

[Sophie gasps]
Time to come clean.

[breathy sigh]

The European Union
is going to announce a goal

of all-electric air travel
on the Continent in the next 10 years.

I want to be ahead of the curve,

and return Europe to her former glory.

I think you and I could get along
famously.

[Whitcomb sniffs, Sophie sighs]

Ahh, sealed.

Gratulation an uns beide.

But first...

let us rejoin the party.

I want to see my competition
for your most fervent backer.

Oh.

[low] I think we know now why he has
white supremist bodyguards, nicht wahr?

[breathy chuckle]

Yah! Whoo! Whoo! Yyyesss!

Ugh.

Worse in person.

At last.

I thought you were a myth,
but... here you are.

Here we are.

Hmm.

You know, not too long ago,

this would be about the last place
you'd find me spending my free time.

Yeah, well, this ain't
the country club, is it?

[Harry] Whoo!

[Eliot chuckles]

Hey, let me ask you a question.
Be honest.

Did you ever think I'd last this long?

Not at first.

But let me ask you a question.

How far you want to go?

See, a lot of people,
they just change a little.

They take a look at their past
and realize it's too much to overcome,

but you...

no, you've stared your past in the face.

And you kept on digging.

I guess what I'm saying is...

you could be a part of this team,

long-term.

[loud metallic clank]

[sharp breath]

[gasps]
What? It's empty!

Blasphemy!

[low growl]

Wait.

This train car's off-balance.

Whatever this guy's hiding,
it's not in the safe, it's in the walls.

And it's not blueprints,
unless blueprints are made of metal.

How do you know it's metal?

The smell, the taste, the weight.

-[Eliot] The taste?
-Bitter. Acidic-like.

Kind of like licking a battery?

Yes! How did you know?

'Cause we're standing here
staring at a pile of 'em.

[train whistle blows]

Dumping batteries at the farm?

[Eliot] Yeah, it's 'cause
they're experimental.

But they're leaking, though.
They're corroded.

- What?
-[Harry] I'm telling you...

...this whole place is off the charts
with heavy metals.

[Breanna]
Wait, are those lithium-ion batteries?

Those are Li-O's.

Oh, holy... holy...!

Guys, this is a recycling problem.

- What?
- Wait, what?

Okay, uh-um,
electric car batteries, right?

They're great, but they're not perfect.

They have to be carefully recycled

because if they're just dumped,
they leak cobalt.

These ones look like they've been,
like, modified somehow,

like he just stuffed
a whole bunch of stuff in there

to try to make it stronger.

But that is not how batteries work.

If you overload the capacity
of a battery, it overheats.

It-it-it causes a fire.

It leaks into a corroded mess.

That's why James and Leon
have cobalt poisoning.

It got into the groundwater,

drained back to their farms--
to their home!

Well, what's Whitcomb doing out here
burying prototype car batteries?

I thought he was making an airplane.

And worse, why is there an empty safe
in his private train car?

He's dumping the batteries
because he's not supposed to have them.

Because his new battery...

The future tech, energy-dense battery
that'll fly a 747...

The one that's so new,
it doesn't even have a patent yet...

[English accent] But he'd tell you all
about it if it wasn't a trade secret...

Except he can't tell you how it works
because it doesn't work.

[Breanna] These junk batteries
will never fly a plane.

[Harry] Ah, fake it till you make it?

Probably got a dozen monkeys
working on it day and night.

He probably believes he's gonna build
that battery, but it's not ready yet.

But he needs that influx of cash
to keep things running.

It's a confidence game.

How bloody dare he?

This guy is greenwashing!

He is lying about lifesaving tech!

He's polluting a farm,
and then he's using all this

hate-criming nonsense to cover it up!

The nerve!

Yeah, well, he beat up James and Leon

to try to run 'em out of town
so they wouldn't expose him.

We gotta take some of these
with us, man, as proof!

Well, now, aren't you glad I packed
a plastic tarp and some duct tape?

[Eliot chuckles]

The game's changing.

Breanna, I need you off the bench.

What do you mean?

[Emily] How are we supposed
to know if the designs will work?

We will!

[German accent]
I hope I'm not interrupting.

Not at all, Lili.

Have you met Emily? She's our
lead engineer on the plane body.

Like I tell everybody,

nobody at the company knows
more about the plane than Emily--

except me!
[laughing]

Oh!
[laughing]

Emily, Lili-Marlene,

the foremost European expert
on green energy aviation.

Liebling, I must confess
to a touch of jetlag.

Your stewards have the best champagne,

but I would love
einen kleinen Kaffee, bitte.

Of course. I think we have some
in the cafe car.

Emily, would you...
[snaps fingers] ...mind?

No problem. Be right back.

[Sophie chuckles softly]

"Foremost European expert"?

Well, you are what you say you are, hmm?

Now, I have some people I want
to introduce you to,

so you wait here and I'll be right back.

[Sophie chuckles]

Breanna, incoming.

What do I do?

You know what to do--
you both speak nerd.

Either she's in on it
and we take her down,

or you pull the wool from her eyes
and she defects to our side.

Yeah, I know, I know, it's just I have
never conned somebody, like, cute before.

That's the nice thing about
these on-the-fly jobs-- no time to think.

Yeah, right, 'cause, uh,
why would I want to think?

[computer trilling]

Tea. Chamomile.
Lemon? Lemon.

Hey, I-- Sorry, uh... um...

Are those drones?

[light chuckle]

Yeah, yeah, it is.

[light chuckle]
Those are just, um, designs

used to replant forests
ravaged by wildfire.

It's like, um, they carry
and they drop seedlings

and their nutrient packs
to give 'em a greater chance to...

Take root.

Yeah, I, um, I started doing
tech in the Peace Corps.

God, it's so rare to actually
run into a fellow maker

who's trying to solve concrete problems.

Yeah. Like concrete, actually.

Right. Like concrete.

We actually aren't
running out of concrete, though.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, do you wanna...
sit down?

Mm-hmm.

Breanna...

whatever you're feeling, use it.

Secretary,
this is Lili-Marlene von Bismarck,

the foremost European expert
on green energy.

[breathy chuckle]

I'm young to be a chief engineer.

I'm lucky to be where I am.

Oh, shut up. Luck?

You earned it.

I mean, you're probably the only
woman of color department head.

Hmm? Yeah?

I thought so!

So you worked four times
as hard to get there.

Well, anyway, um, my boss,

he, um, he won't...

I led the development on the new plane--

the-the lighter composite body,

the dual tailfins, whole thing.

Except... the battery.

It's driving me crazy. He...

had some flash of genius
a few months back,

and the whole thing
got just veiled in secrecy,

like done-done in
a separate building and, like...

I want to make the world a better place.

Feels like I'm being sidelined.

No, I mean, you sound like a smart person

who knows something's up.

You're just... talkin' yourself
out of your instincts.

Wow, that is...

kind of you to say.

It's true.

[Parker]
Breanna? Breanna?

Is she dead? Did they die?

We now know two more things:

engineer Emily is a true believer
and not a villainous greenwasher.

And?

What's the other thing?

We have to move to phase two.

Breanna, you need to show her
that the emperor has no clothes.

We may need to take

control of the train, just in case.

On it! Man, I'm so depressed
about the S-A-F-E!

Ah! [groans] No!

I have to go through
the bachelorette party?

[loud, happy chatter]

Ooh!

[trumpet blows]

They're not bachelorettes,
they're Mounties!

Mounties? What's the big deal?
They're just cops on horses.

They're not just cops on horses.

Royal Canadian Mounted Police Department

is the most feared law enforcement
in the entire world.

♪ ...did plant Britannia's flag on... ♪

[singing continues indistinctly]

And every single
one of us is wanted by them.

- I thought they were bachelorettes.
-No!

Harry, it's a train car full of Mounties
heading from New Orleans...

[stammering]
...to Detroit?

Ugh, no.

Train ends in Windsor, Ontario.

Wait a second, you guys take down
international crime syndicates

like whole governments,

and now you're afraid of Dudley Do-Right?

- Shh!
- Shh!

- Shut up!
- Shut your mouth.

You can't call them that.
They do not like it.

They are fast, they are ruthless.

They will put you down politely,
and they will put you down forever.

This is why we don't work in Canada.

Why? What did you do?

An off-the-books excursion
in Saskatchewan.

Which warranted some twitch city.

Stole the Stanley Cup.

Egregious misuse of a Mountie's hat...
and handcuffs.

Wait-- I stole the Stanley Cup.

Oh, yeah?
When's the last time you saw it?

I just... I forgot where I stored it.

- Well, aren't you glad I found it, then?
-[gasps] Parker!

If any of them sees us, we are screwed.

They're Mounties, man.
They never forget a face.

We are not giving up,
not when we're this close.

Besides, they don't have jurisdiction.

Actually, by a quirk in the North American
Rail Agreement of 1922,

the Mounties do have
jurisdiction over this train

because the final destination
is across the Canadian border.

Well, then, we have to nail Blake Whitcomb
before we get to Detroit.

[electronic trilling sound]

[trilling]

Hey, um...

I have to go back to this party.

Oh.

Do you want to come?

Breanna,

that's exactly the opening we need.

Take it.

Mm-hmm.

[knocking on door]

My guy's at the site.

He's got some looky-loos.
He doesn't like it.

Get the rest of the boys
and burn it down.

Take out anyone in the way...
and salt the earth.

We're way too close,
and I can't have this coming back on me.

[cellphone beeps]

[man, happily]
Blake!

Eliot... incoming.

They're gonna burn down the farm.

No, they're not, not on my watch.

Harry, let's move.

[train whistle blows]

Serious. It's-- it's the kind of work
we should be doing.

Sell one to the billionaires,
give a million to the people.

Hey, I'll introduce you to Blake.
I'll bet he offers you a job.

She's primed.

She believes in the mission, not the man.

You just have to show her the truth.

What's wrong?

I'd love to meet your boss, uh, Blake,

but is there somewhere that
we could go to talk... alone?

Sounds better than a room
full of finance jerks.

Yes. Yes, there is.

The very nature of naming it propaganda

means it's already sunk so far
into the public consciousness...

Blake, can I...?

Whatever it is, Emily, it can wait.

- Oh, Emily!
- Ah, Emily!

Blake...

this is Breanna. She's... an engineer.

Um, I just wanted to show her
the gas lamp retrofits.

Is... that... okay?

I only wish I had put cameras in the car.

Don't sell any state secrets, hmm?

[exaggerated laughter]

[snaps fingers]

All right, we beat 'em here.

Get this battery evidence,
and get it down the road.

I can help you. These guys aren't smart.

No, they are not smart
and they are not tough.

They are entitled and they are stupid.

And that is what makes 'em dangerous.

And they want what we have,

and they'll do anything to get it.

Go.

[quiet huff]

[large vehicle approaches]

[men shouting and whooping]

Blake, he's... okay, he's gross,
but, I mean, he's a visionary.

I mean, I don't even know
what's in this battery,

which, now, I guess is a good thing.

I mean, I can't give anything away,

even if I were tickle-tortured.

Hey, did you know that every single
pane of that stained glass

is actually a small solar panel?

I mean, I could throw energy
at passing neighborhoods

if I could just figure out how to, um...

Right. I am talking too much. Sorry.

It's just, um...

I never get to be alone with,
you know, someone...

someone like me, who likes, um...

making things.

Oh, yes, that is the stone axe
from the brave Gypsy villager.

Uh, it's from a Leni Riefenstahl
movie, though,

so I feel like it's kind of like
a reverse Mjölnir--

like, it poisons everyone
it touches with racism.

Do not touch the wood!

No, uh, what are you doing?

Oh, god. Ohh.

Now, that... is a wall of lies.

Li-Os?

Why are these here?

That's Blake's secret battery.

It's just a standard Li-O,

it's just overstuffed
with a whole bunch of heavy metals.

That will not fly a plane
more than five minutes

before it breaks down
and starts to leak toxic chemicals.

No. No, no, no, no. That...
that can't be. That's, um...

that... that's... crazy.

Um...

My plane can fly... can't it?

Your plane needs a battery,

and the one that Blake invented
doesn't exist.

He lied to you. He's a fraud.

And he's dumping the used batteries
in farmlands north of New Orleans.

People are being poisoned.

Where did you get this?

It's kind of my job.

[stammering]
It's... um...

it's... Panama and a drone,
and a little stealing...

it's the karate chop...
the point is,

is that Blake is hurting people,

and he's using this little cult
to get away with it.

Now, I'm trying to fix that.

I just... I need your help.

Me?

[stammering]
I... no, I ca... I-I-I can't help you.

You're the chief engineer.

You designed that plane.

Okay? Like you told
everybody else in there,

no one knows more
about this thing than you do.

- If you expose him...
- If I expose him...

my dream of electric flight dies.

Ding-dong.
Your seven minutes in heaven...

are...

up.

[men shouting and whooping]

What is this, military cosplay?

Hmm?

There a convention in town?

Let me ask you something:

Have you ever actually served?

Huh?

Any of ya'?

I mean, somebody other than yourself.

Looky here, snowflake,

we don't give a hot-diggity-damn
what y'all are doin' out here.

But I know...

Hey! What in the heck are you doing now?

What the hell are you doin'?

Antilock brakes.

[man groans]

Look at me. Hey.

Look at me.

Hey.

[Harry]
Whoa.

Uh...

[Harry laughs]
Ho!

My buddy hits you with a shovel,
it's polite to stay down.

I just hit a guy with a car!

I-I just hit a guy with a shovel!

I told you to leave!

I know, but I had to come back
and help my...

[Harry groans]

It's all right.
It's adrenaline, it'll pass.

-[Harry groans]
- Good job.

[Eliot chuckles]

[Harry groans]

I might take you with me from now on.
I mean, you look like a lawyer.

Well, I'm happy to be just a la--
[groans]

- What?
- I think I am gonna hurl.

No, no, no. Hey... rub some dirt on it.

[Harry retches]

Oh!

Blake!

- I...
- Karl! Karl, get the door!

Karl!

I'm sorry, Herr Whitcomb,
your Karl is not out there.

- Can we help?
- Not there?

[chuckles]
Where's he gone?

[light chuckle]

Karl! Oh, Karl, Karl!

There is a guy in the next car,

and he is bragging that
he has the plane designs!

He was on the phone
to a place called Wired.

Wired.

[sharp thud]

[Karl groans]

Tickets!

[giggles]

Doesn't matter.

Uh, everything's fine, Lili.

Uh, my employee
just took a stumble, that's all.

What, and destroyed your wall?

What-- what--
what are you talking about?

Nothing.

It's nothing. It's, um... just some
new green insulation, that's all.

Um, why don't we all go back outside
and have a drink, eh?

Actually, Blake, we've all been
drinking enough of your wine!

Why don't you show us
what we came for, huh?

What we came for?

Your energy-dense battery!

I...
[nervous chuckle]

Lili, we, um...

Why make us wait?
Come! Show us!

Show us! Show us!

Everything will be revealed once
we get to the facility in, uh, Detroit.

- So...
- I'll show you.

Here's his prototype.

[onlookers gasp]

[Sophie gasps sharply]

You are a fraud.

That is what you are worth,
Herr Whitcomb.

Pennies.

He has nothing.

He's been illegally disposing
of hazardous materials,

and smuggling some across state lines,

and he committed assault
to cover his secret.

And his bodyguards are standing back
and standing by, if you know what I mean.

My team just wanted to make
the world a better place.

We were in the dark about his fraud.

No. No. No, no, no, no...

[chuckles]
...no. Listen to me.

This is just the presentational model.

[nervous chuckle]
We're working on it.

I am working on it.

I just need more time.

The-the-the plane.
The plane will be... be lighter.

It will be faster. It will be made up
of composite material.

And that is not your work either, is it?

This... this woman knows nothing!

You've been telling everybody
she's the foremost European authority,

and now she knows nothing?

My team built that plane.

Blake just... sold it.

This is your genius.

If you want an electric plane,
this is the mind that it'll come from.

That... is a con man und a thief.

No, everyb-- no...

Where do you think you're going, Blake?

You're on a moving train.

[onlookers gasp]

Brace yourselves.

[brakes squeal]

Blake Whitcomb.

It's okay. I've seen your picture,
and I never forget a face.

Right?

[voice]
Uh, yep!

[Blake gasps]

Well, imagine us
at the end of our holiday

getting a tip
that the very train we're on

contains a very rich man
named Whitcomb--

that'd be you--

attempting to smuggle
hazardous waste across the border.

[Canadian accent]
Oh, yeah, that's exactly right.

He's transporting highly toxic chemicals
into our beautiful country, dontcha know.

Train number 556 to Windsor, Ontario.
Okay, gotta go, bye!

[robotic voice]
Auto braking engaged.

We can't have that now.
Can we, eh?

[Blake] No!
I deny intent to go to Canada!

[Mounty]
I have your ticket right here.

All the way to Windsor, Ontario.

I hope you grow to like it

because once we get to Canada,

you're not leaving for a very,
very long time.

This is our stop.

[birdsong]

Sorry that I, um, threw a sledgehammer
in our little private moment.

You kidding?

Gotta be the best
first date story ever.

Hey, yo, yo, yo.

Put your paws on that.

- Uh, do you want...?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- Oh.
-[Leon chuckles]

Now, that is adorable.

Torturing the youth?
We must be feeling better.

Well, I got some more
good news for you.

We may not have dissolved
that white identity cell,

but we did cut off their funding.

When Blake went down,
a lot of people got real quiet.

I guess it didn't hurt that somebody sent
their phone numbers to the FBI, huh?

And Blake had to liquidate
all of his personal holdings

to face this upcoming
Canadian legal morass,

and to clean up all the toxic
waste around here.

Yeah, thanks for that.

You're welcome. You know,
I've had to dig up evidence before,

but I've never actually
had to dig up evidence before.

[laughter]

[Sophie]
Ooohhh!

I bet the Canadian judges wear wigs.
Do they wear wigs?

One of our contacts
actually acquired Blake's train

and is selling it off in parts
to private collectors.

[German accent] Sadly,
the little racist goatherd's axe...

ended up in the wood chipper.

-[laughter]
- Exactly!

And the rest of the money...
it goes back to the farm.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I do have a request, though.

You know, it was really fun still,
even though we had the Mounties.

Oh, I loved...

[overlapping conversations]

...so inventive. And, Breanna.

Breanna, you were wunderschoen.

Oh, danke, danke.

Though, technically, we did not
hold up the train or rob anything,

so I would like to say we can
put it back on the bucket list

and, you know, do it another time.

Well, you can cross one thing off.

What?

There is a very ugly Kandinsky
in a very pretty frame

waiting for you back home!

Yes!
Yes, yes, yes!

We didn't rob the safe,
we robbed the safe!

- Parker. Forks.
- Uh, well...

They sold it and I stole it, so...

Technically, Sophie robbed the safe,
and then it was given...

[overlapping chatter]

Gimme? Give it to me?
Give it to me!

I'm gonna let you have it.
I'm gonna let you have it.

[Sophie] You can have it.
Take it.

Hey, here's to the Famille Farm, huh?

- Family farm.
- To the family farm.

[overlapping cheers and shouts]

[James]
Thank you so much!

[Harry]
Whoo-hoo!

[Parker]
Can't wait to eat all this amazing food!

[Eliot] You guys
get your paws on these biscuits...

[Breanna]
What is that?

[Parker]
My fork! I need my fork back.

[Eliot] Let's start with the salad.
It's pretty good.

[♪ theme music playing]

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