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The construction ditch in front of
the fire access door was a nice touch.

I know some people
who know some people.

You know I take date
night very seriously.

Present.

Mmm.

It's going to be very
dangerous eating soup in space.

That had not occurred to me.

Mm. Yeah, it's gonna be hot
soup blobs flying around

the speed of light,
hitting you in the eye.

You're gonna
need soup goggles.

I'm going to have
Breanna make you soup soggles.

Hey, I'm only going to
space for two months.

- Of course. You're not going forever.
- No.

Definitely not gonna
accidentally open a window,

get flash frozen, and start
circling in the infinite darkness.

We should not have watched
Buck Rogers. That's on me.

I mean, how far away
is your satellite?

It's in the exosphere,
what, 400 miles away?

Pssh. Peanuts.

Babe, you want to
talk about this...

Speaking of peanuts,
what is in the soup?

It smells like peanuts.
Like a sandwich.

Chicken.

Uh-huh. It's good.

Look, pal, I know you're not exactly
jazzed about going to this party.

But I think your grandma
would have wanted you to go.

And she always said that
you were the only one

that loved the art
as much as she did.

I know.

And you might feel like
you just lost your only family.

I miss her, too.

And if you need family, I would like
to be considered for the position.

I just miss her so much.

I don't want to
go to this party.

I want to talk to
people I don't know.

I know,
buddy. I miss her, too.

And I know that it's not fair that
you've inherited all this responsibility.

And people are going to try to
get close to you because of that.

But I tell you what.

Tonight, you don't
have to talk to anyone.

You can even play your game.

Just put in some facetime
and then go do your thing.

Team up.

So what do we do for the
rest of our big date night?

Grab a drink?

We could go axe throwing.

No. They asked us
not to come back.

Reroute in progress.

Hmm.

It's a traffic jam.
We're being rerouted.

Take that left turn.
That looks clear.

Is that...?

Safe Haven Freeport.

Although technically
within the US borders,

because of tax purposes,
it doesn't exist.

Hmm. Both here and not here
at the same time. Spooky.

You know, as an
international tax free zone,

it's a pretty great place to
store your very expensive art

if you're super rich and
you don't want to pay taxes.

Hm. Millions of dollars worth of art
just sitting there, ready to steal.

But the whole point of a freeport
is that it's got insane security.

- It's just a coincidence.
- Hm.

I heard that the codes on the vault's
magnetic locks are uncrackable

because they change
every 12 hours

and you need a biometric
scan to get the new one.

"Just a coincidence,"
but I heard

that not only is the vault door's
mechanical lock un-pickable,

but the door's surrounded
by pressure sensors

so you can't even get
close enough to try.

- You know what I also heard?
- What you hear?

That millionaire Lillian
Baxter Cartland Jones

kept her collection in there.

That's a coincidence.

- She just passed. Moment of silence.
- Mm.

Mm. They're throwing a viewing
party tonight in honor of her

showing off a few of
her favorite pieces.

Well, hm. In that case,

nobody's going to be paying
attention to the vaults.

Yeah.

Did you know that she has
a T-Rex skull in there?

And the Countess Lucia Watch.

- Unpickable.
- Unbreakable.

So you want to break in?

Mm. Well, we are already
dressed for a party.

Let me get us on the guest list.

Well, you both look so beautiful.
Thank you very much for coming.

It means a lot to us.

We just hope
little Mason's okay.

Thanks. Survival clauses
have my head spinning.

All right, this place must
be worth a few dozen mil.

- But no dinosaur.
- Mm. No watch either.

It must still be
in Lillian's vault.

Thanks, everyone,
for coming tonight.

Lillian would have been so
happy to see you all here.

The only thing that she loved
more than her art was Mason here.

And what she loved almost as
much was sharing art with others.

And that's our cue.

Well, couldn't be a party
without a party foul, right?

Thanks, everybody.
Please enjoy the evening.

Said to wear layers.

Oh, look. Weird.

These are the suction
cups people use

to move glass display cases.

Who would leave these here?

Huh. Oh, look at this!

An elevator access key.

People
can be so careless.

But to make the elevator actually
run, we need a vault owner.

Because we need a biometric
scan to make it run.

But to get into the shaft...

Elevator's in the
basement. Convenient.

Looks like we'll have
to take the cable up.

Hey.

Fine.

You have to let go.

No, I'm not...

I got you!

I got...

Gonna go to space but
is afraid of heights. Pssh!

I'm proud of me. That's
all that matters.

- I knew it.
- It's not unpickable at all.

Hardly, but time consuming.

The Glen reader
plate is the problem.

Once you step on it,
you have ten seconds

to enter the keypad
code and combination.

So how does one get to the door
without touching the floor?

- Hmm.
- How's it going with that visual keypad?

Oh, I did write a new algorithm.

Ooh, that's exciting.

You know, most people think
that Ketones are all identical,

but a little wear and tear, a
few variations in circuitry,

you can actually
tell the difference.

Unfortunately, after
I've sampled the keypad,

I'd need a recording of
somebody entering the code.

Check your voicemail.

Was you?

Here come your tones.

I'm on my last tumble.

Sue says hi.

Bartolo spent 20 years
perfecting this watch for Lucia.

I'm still not sure
that's sanitary.

This head is 150
million years old.

How many people can say they
tasted something that old?

Not many. Babe...

- I'm so glad we did this.
- Me, too.

You weren't that
subtle about it.

Neither were you, Miss "Oh, somehow
I got a recording of the keypad."

How long you been planning this?

Mm. About as long as you, I bet.

- Was that you?
- No. Was that you?

No.

It's no big deal, though.

Just the magnetic locks,
not the mechanicals.

Let me just try the code again.

- Something's wrong.
- That's not good.

Hands up, everybody.

Stay calm. We have taken
control of the building.

This is a robbery.

If we can get the
sound of the code,

Hardison can hack the keypad.

A code that's
impossible to access?

In a building that's
impossible to get through?

It's the Countess Lucia watch.

It's a T-Rex skull.

Didn't Parker break into that
museum in Chicago last summer

and lick that T-Rex skull?

Yeah, that was Sue.
She's licked Sue twice.

I think this is the only T-Rex
skull that she hasn't licked.

It's on her list.

I can't believe you're
going into space, man.

The exosphere.

Don't make him nervous.

"Nervous"?
Ain't nobody nervous.

Look, it's not about
me, it's about Parker.

She has been acting a little
sensitive about you leaving this time.

Hardison just needs something to remind
him how awesome it is here on Earth.

I don't get it. Are you
trying to get him to stay?

Of course not. He's got super
important satellite stuff to do.

I'm just trying to give
him one big adventure...

To last for the whole
time I'm up there.

Well, that's a pretty high bar.

Hence Freeport. Bigger
security, bigger challenge.

But I need your help.

I'm gonna end up getting kicked
and punched on this, aren't I?

- On your date.
- No, I promise.

But remember, it's a surprise.

So under no circumstances...

Can you say a word to Hardison or
anyone else on the team. Got it?

Got it.

You sure you want to do
this? It's a big job.

Freeports are almost
impossible to break into.

It's romantic. Don't you want to help
our friends with their date night?

What am I doing? I'm making
a four course meal for 'em.

- Yeah, Chef.
- It has to travel. It has to reheat.

Yeah, Chef.

Hardison's got to
serve it on a rooftop.

That's not how that
works, by the way.

I got tickets to
the basketball game.

Well, we're all pitching in.

Oh, except for Breanna. She's
excused for the evening.

- W-w-why?
- I have my own date. Thank you.

Oh, yeah, with Allie, who
does the kinetic sculpture.

- Ahh!
- What?

It was your first
second date since Emily.

You were excited,
so I was excited.

The job's a breeze.

Three elements. We need
an elevator access key,

someone to kill the cameras at the
right moment, and a distraction.

- And an individualized biometric code.
- And that.

We told our friends we'd help them
break into dear Lillian's vault,

and that's what
we're going to do.

You know, second date, I think
I'd make quite the impression

if I cooked her a meal.

Yeah, yeah, it
works. You should.

So, dear Lillian
did you know her?

No, but I like her style.

Lillian Baxter Cartland Jones.

She inherited her wealth
from her second husband.

And then when he
popped his clog,

she dedicated herself
to philanthropy,

collecting art, and marrying
progressively younger men.

Respect. And Lillian's
the reason why

it's not impossible to
get into the building

because...

All I'm saying is that
you're an excellent cook.

You're making one meal,
why not make a second?

Think about it.
Hook me up. Come on.

What?

Lillian's widower,
the ex-tennis pro, Justin,

he's holding a memorial
for her at the Freeport,

showing off some of
her art. That's our in.

Justin. He's our
access to the vault?

Uh-uh. No. Lillian's main
heir is her grandson, Mason.

She raised him since he was six.

He's the one with the access.

And luckily, Mason is a big fan
of the Spirit's Ruse mobile game.

What? You can play it
on your phone now?!

Oh, man, you missed it.

Okay, thanks to us, the OG
game came back big time.

So they made a mobile
game out of it, right?

So basically you can find
digital spirits on a real map.

There's even this
part in the CBD,

it's known for
having Wise Swans.

That's where I'm going
to clone his phone.

So our only problem is not knowing
what items are going to be on display.

We have to make sure that the watch and
the dinosaur skull are in the vault.

That'll be my job. Breanna,
you're on the vault code.

Harry, Eliot, you come
in to play at the party.

This one's adorable.

Let's go steal a date night.

Oh, and she's a vegan.

Keep that in mind.

Justin, it says there's
a Wise Swan. Can I?

Sure thing, buddy. Just stay close
enough for me to see you, okay?

Okay.

- Yes!
- Ooh!

- Sorry.
- Yo, Wise Swan.

- Yeah.
- Dude, cool!

Fire Dryad!

I was here first.
It's my Fire Dryad!

No! Come on!

Justin, get the door.

Stop! No. You're not
bringing that in here.

Am I the only person with
any artistic integrity?

That monstrosity is throwing
off the entire display.

Excuse me, who are you?

Sharon Hopkins, art curator.

Take it away and bring
me art. A-R-T. Art.

I'm Donald Farmingworth,
owner of Safe Haven Freeport.

I wasn't informed of any
curator for this viewing.

The estate hired me a week
ago. Check your email.

Regardless, the dinosaur is one
of Miss Lillian's favorite pieces.

Mr. Farmingworth,
do you really want

the guests here tonight to think
that your high-end storage facility

is trusted to the world's
most valuable and dynamic art?

Or that it's little more than a
footlocker for some dusty old bones?

Yes. Ah. The Waldman.
That's perfect.

Bring me the Waldman. Big
painting, full of ducks.

You can't miss it. Chop chop.

You heard her. Now go,
get that out of here.

What's up, brother?
You the day shift?

Yeah. Where's Bob?

Hello?

This is Mad Dog
Austin from 102.4.

We're giving away two tickets
to tonight's sold-out game

and you are our lucky winner!

- You're kidding me! That's great!
- Oh, my God.

I'm so... I'm so sorry.

The game! I'm going to the game!

- Good for you!
- Yeah!

Ahhh!

Yes. Thank you.

I wonder where they got an
extra basketball ticket.

Something came up I guess.

You can go ahead and
head out.

Actually, I'm cool
to pull a double.

I could use the overtime.

Well, don't be silly, man.

Get home. Enjoy the evening.

Maybe I'll stick around
and help you out anyway.

I don't mind.

You know, I could
have done Eliot's job on this.

It's just pushing a button.

It's a two person distraction.

Besides, this is the
perfect opportunity for you

to hone your
conversational skills.

I'm a lawyer. That's
all I do is converse.

As a grifter, you also
need to observe. Right?

Let's see who's
here we can target.

He's expecting a few
more Richie Rich types.

It's got more of a random
assortment, isn't there?

Oh, I guess Lillian was more
than a collector of art.

Well, that explains
marrying the tennis pro.

Hmm.

Okay, judging by his
hands, he's a violinist.

And her, she's a
champion bridge player.

Judging by her shoes,
she's a barista.

My barista has shoes
just like that.

Excellent. She's
your first target.

Remember, leave an
open space and the mark

will fill it with what
they want you to be.

Well, this is a lovely
tribute to Lily.

It was
perfect. She'd love it.

Oh, were you, uh, close?

Yeah. She was, uh, always trying
to get me to focus my potential.

She liked how I did the
books at the coffee shop,

so she made me
executor to her will.

Yeah. At first I was shocked,

but now I think
it's really cool.

Huh.

I'm actually studying
to be a paralegal.

Oh, well, hey, I'm
a lawyer myself.

- Oh.
- Harry Wilson.

If you have any questions before
you take your exam, give me a call.

Yeah. Thanks.

Survival clauses have
my head spinning.

Thanks, everyone,
for coming tonight.

Lillian would have been so
happy to see you all here.

The only thing that she loved
more than her art was Mason here.

And what she loved almost as
much was sharing art with others.

Ah-choo!

Well, couldn't be a
party without a party foul, right?

Thanks, everyone.
Enjoy the evening.

Hardison and Parker are out of the
party and on the way to the vault,

So Eliot, where are we
with cutting the cameras?

Well, it looks like we're stuck
here together for the night, huh?

- Eliot, we need to go to...
- I'm going to go take a lap of rounds.

There's something
about this guy.

What, like a
distinctive haircut?

It's not a distinctive anything.

That's what's so distinctive.

All right, I'm gonna
cut the cameras.

Mm. About as long as you, I bet.

Uh, somebody cut the cameras.

- It wasn't me.
- It was me.

Mason?

What is it?

Those two men deliberately
avoiding eye contact.

Ooh. Buckle up.

There's going to be a robbery.

Hands up, everybody. Stay calm.

We have taken control
of the building.

This is a robbery.

Is there a failsafe?

I thought if it didn't work the
seventh time, it'll work the eighth.

You're right.

The time for
optimism has passed.

You had help?

So did you.

- Sophie.
- Harry.

What's going on?

Oh, you know, getting
robbed at gunpoint.

- How about you?
- We're stuck in the vault.

What do you mean "being
robbed"? Like a guy with a gun?

- You know, "Stick 'em up"?
- Mm-hmm.

Pretty much.

The leader's name is Nick.

Again, we have locked all
exits from the building.

There is no point in
trying to go anywhere.

Phones and wallets, please.

Eliot, how did they get
control of the building?

I'm
gonna need a minute.

- Army?
- One tour.

- All right.
- Why do you ask?

Basic style. No advanced
technique. Watch this.

Jimmy pulled the
lockdown switch.

I think you're gonna need the
Freeport owner's key to undo it.

Well, the owner
is stuck in here with us.

And the plot thickens.
Stop licking.

Hardison, I'll go try and
find another way out. Eliot?

Yeah, I'll go see if I
can find an override.

Or just cut the power off.

We're running out of options.

We could just stay
here. It's kind of cozy.

"Cozy"? Babe, ain't
nothing up in here

but dust mites, dead things,

and probably some
degenerative disease.

I know, but it's kind
of romantic, right?

Almost takes your breath
away.

Yeah, uh, tonight I was going
for, like, a fairytale romance,

not a "they'll find our dead
bodies huddled in a corner because

we didn't get water or food for
three days" kind of romance.

Why would that be so wrong?

Dying wrapped in
each other's arms

surrounded by millions
of dollars worth of art.

I mean, at least that way we'd
be together until the end.

Is everything okay?

I mean, aside from the
obviously impending doom?

Sure.

All right, I hate to
say it, but the vents?

- No.
- You... you love vents.

But you hate the vents.

They're tiny and they're dusty,
and they make you all itchy.

And they give you panic attacks.
That takes you days to calm down.

What is going on?

You know what else has
dusty, tiny little vents?

Spaceships.

Oh...

I think it's time to take
Breanna off the bench.

But she's on her date.

- Set these...
- That looks delicious.

So, do you, like, live here?

Oh, no, no. This is, uh,
this is the family business.

They're just pretty cool about me
using the courtyard for personal stuff.

That's so sweet. You
work with your family.

Yeah, yeah. They
drive me crazy, but...

Sorry.

Oh. I... I forgot the hot sauce.

Yeah, uh...

Oh, boy. All right.
Be right back. Sorry.

Okay...

Okay, what is going on?
And why did Parker text me

"Hot soup space goggles"?

A code or something?

Thank you all very much.

Now, we'll be stepping out for
a bit, but we won't be far.

And we will always be able
to keep an eye on you.

Wait, I... I have to...

Something doesn't add up.

This place is full of hundreds of
millions of dollars worth of art.

So why the penny-ante holdup?

Maybe because there's hundreds of
millions of dollars worth of art.

While they're here
robbing Nola's elite,

nobody's checking the vaults.

Bingo.

Breanna, find out what the
most valuable items here are.

So most of the stuff at the
Freeport, it does not have paperwork.

- That is kind of the point.
- Try.

The question is, is
there an inside man?

Well, the owner Don Farmingworth, he
did some business with my own firm.

He took out massive loans
to finance this place.

He might be overextended.

You're about to find out.

- Quite the party, Don.
- Harry Wilson.

I haven't seen you since
your firm screwed me

eight ways to Sunday
on the Halsey deal.

Well, that is why I left and
hung out my own

Loyalty to clients.

In fact, I have a client that's got
a collection he's looking to house.

But I have to tell you, Don, this
whole heist thing is not a good look.

Under normal circumstances,

we're the best place for
your clients collection.

A lot of clients
sell to each other.

Pieces don't even
leave the Freeport.

- Anonymous through LLCs.
- Mason!

He's not here.
He's only eleven.

He wandered off
playing his game.

Oh, my God. He's
out there with them.

Eliot, Mason's gone missing.

All right, I'm on it.

You know, I'm gonna
give you some credit.

Most of the times I knock people
down, they stay knocked down.

Usually by choice.

Seems like I'm holding my own.

Okay, well. Hey, little
kid, you can't be down here.

There's bad people running
around down here. Come with me.

That's the bad guy,
okay? I'm the good guy.

You don't look like a good guy.

Yeah, well, we can discuss snap
judgments later, but right now, you're...

Hey. Hey!

I don't have time for this.

Damn it, the kid's on the move.

Hey. Hey, hey! Wake up.

- How many guys on your team?
- Go to hell.

Listen to me. How many
guys on your team?

How many guys on your team?!

- Five men.
- What's the mission?

My job was to jump the guard
and throw the lockdown switch.

We're supposed to rendezvous
at the loading dock.

Okay, so when you
think about it,

the most valuable thing
in the building is Mason.

He's the only vault owner there

and the only person
whose biometrics

can open doors, even
if there is a lockdown.

Oh, there you are.
What happened?

Oh, yeah, speaking of family,
it's just family drama and stuff.

They've been
lighting up my phone.

You were going to show me
pictures of your latest piece.

The one that won the
Rube Goldberg award.

Yeah. Um...

Mason left the party
because of the game?

He's obsessed with it.

You collect these characters,

and... and he must have seen
a rare one and went after it.

Doesn't make any sense.

Why does it make any sense?

Uh...

It doesn't make any sense
why I would grab these sauces

and forget the side
salad. Like,

BRB.

This... this game doesn't even
put spirits on private property.

That's how they keep players
out of houses and businesses.

There should not be any
spirits at the Freeport.

We need to work
the other guests.

Breanna, pull up all the info
you can on everyone here.

Didn't you tell me that each vault
has its own unique ventilation system?

Yeah, but there's no
duct work between them.

All right, but they all dump out
into the central H back room.

Yeah. So...?

So this is our escape.

Uch! I can't believe
we're on date night

and all you can do is talk
about space, space, space.

Sw-sweetie, talk to me.

What's going on in
the head of yours?

I just don't know
why you have to go.

I don't know why
it has to be you.

Because it's me.

The satellite system runs
on a programming language

that I've been building for the
last year specifically for it,

and no one else on the planet
can even read the code again.

I have to go because
there's only one me.

Exactly. There's only one you.

Honey, it's gonna be okay.

Trust me.

But we need to leave

because I'm pretty
sure I saw something

very large and ugly
crawling up the wall.

Can't identify
it. A lot of legs.

Okay, fine. I'll do the vents.

I'm not going to enjoy it.

Oh,
there's some feet.

There's no
dust mites in here.

Yeah!

Who the hell locks the doors
in the ventilation room? Who?!

It's just a baby
lock. It's easy peasy.

Hey, let me out!

They locked me in here!

Did they just lock a
kid inside that vault?

Hey, let me out!

Let's go get him.

Through here?

What... what, back through the
tiny-ass vent to the vault with locks?

Oh, no, he good. He fine.

There's a biometrics panel
inside the vault in case

the owner accidentally
gets trapped.

You stay here, pick that lock,

I go in the vent,
Mason gets us out.

Easy peasy.

Parker, love of my life,

I'm begging you. Please
stop saying "easy peasy."

Okay?
None of this is easy.

And I don't even
know what peasy is.

There's another layer.

I believe you chose
another future.

How did you say
to pick the lock?

That... Okay, cool.
You said the left one?

I gotta go two to the right?

But the layers, though...
The layers, though. Can I...?

Wait. The... the layers.

Go.

- But the...
- Go.

I see...

Layers.

Hey, hey! Let me out!

- Ahh!
- It's okay. I'm a good guy.

That's what the other guy said.

The other guy was a good guy.
He just gets a little grumpy.

The bad guys are the ones
who locked you in here.

We hate those guys. What
happened to the head?

The bad guys who threw
me in here, they took it.

It's okay. My friends and
I, we're here to help.

Originally, we came to break
into your grandma's place

and play with her stuff...
Mm, but now...

The bad guys smashed it.

Yeah, that's okay. We can
go out the way I came in.

Come on.

- Through the vents?
- Yeah, come on. It'll be fun.

Oh.

Hey... uh...

It's going to be okay. Um...

Honestly, my boyfriend
doesn't like the vents either.

He gets kind of scared
and cries too, sometimes.

Um, but honestly, it's just like
a big metal tube giving you a hug.

Oh!

I don't know what to do.

I'm so scared.

I need my grandma
and she's not...

You need her, and
she can't get to you.

Parker.

You haven't had a lot of people in
your life who've stuck around, huh?

Your grandma...

She's the one who
gave you a family,

made you feel safe anywhere
on the planet.

She used to say, "As long
as I got you, you got me,

we'll be okay."

And now she's in a
place that's so far away

that if you need her
or she needs you,

you can't get to each other.

Yeah.

You know, I think you and
I are a little bit alike.

We were both alone in this
world until we weren't.

And I know that's really hard.

But you're not alone right now.

So... vents, please?

Okay, so I have the detail
on everyone at the party.

First, there is Kimberlee,
barista turned will executor,

who you've already spoken to.

And then next on our list
of potential inside men

is Mitzy and Bitsy Lambert,
the hot sauce heiresses.

- I do hope little Mason is okay.
- Oh.

These things are
usually so dull.

Lillian knew how
to bring the drama.

Obviously that's why Justin
chose Lillian over you.

Oh, Justin had a taste
for a sophisticated woman.

He couldn't handle
our spiciness.

His loss. I would have made sure
he'd gotten enough in the will.

What do you mean?

Lillian's marriage contract payouts were
always based on how long they lasted.

When she died, she and Justin had
been together for less than a year.

So he only got a half
million in the will.

- Ah.
- Bright side,

maybe he'll need a
shoulder to cry on.

No. I tried to
advise Farmingworth

since he is short on cash,
but he would not listen.

You...

You look like a savvy lady.

You try cryptocurrency.

I'm expert.

Mm...

No prego.

Giovanni Tosca,

financial advisor to
the rich and gullible.

He is not Italian.

So it turns out that Justin
put the moves on Mitzy

before he married Lillian and
didn't get very much in the will.

Mm. Plot thickens.

And the fake Italian,
he just confirmed that

Farmingworth's
still overextended.

Mm-hmm.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank
you for your patience.

We are...

Jimmy's not
at the meeting point. Over.

He's not? That's not like him.

Well, there goes
our best suspect.

That alarm is gonna
call the police.

No, no. I
need to find Mason!

That goes
our second best.

Why would they put Mason
in the vault at all?

Good question.

The next person
to talk gets shot.

Harry, Sophie,
I'm coming to you.

I'm going to intercept
him at the loading dock.

But this guy's
getting way too antsy.

I... I got you.

Go get our people.

Kind of got the hint the
second time you disappeared.

No, no, no, this is...
It's... it's family stuff.

What is it?

I... can't tell you.

Okay.

I'm not...

No, no, no. Come on.

This is... this is
not you. This is me.

This is...

Man, this is just how my
last relationship broke up.

It... it was going
great at first,

and then she got a super
important tech job,

and there was investors and
government security checks,

and me and my family...

we're just... we're sketchy.

And I did not want to risk
her losing her chance.

So I stepped away.

But you got to be
there for family.

My family kicked me
out when I was twelve.

So if your family loves you,

go do your thing and
call me tomorrow.

Hey!

Move!

You know, I would
love to, gentlemen,

but I'm a little
broken down right now.

Actually... would... Would
you guys mind taking a look?

Parker was right.
Tasing is fun.

Guys, that dino head
from Lillian's vault?

Not here.

- That's weird.
- What's weird?

Stuck.

Maybe you broke it.

I didn't break it.

You're not supposed
to go through those.

Mm-hmm. Mm.

- What?
- Air is moving out.

That's why it's stuck. Oh.

- What?
- Nothing.

I just think maybe pulling the alarm
trigger to fire suppression system,

and now the oxygen is slowly
being sucked out of the room.

But it's totally fine.

"Fine"? Aren't we
gonna run out of air?

Not... for a while.

Yes!

How long is a while?
What's a while of air?

Um, well, uh, depending on

the, uh, measurements of the room
and the speed of the airflow,

eh, I don't know,
like five minutes?

That doesn't sound like a lot.

Okay, Mason, I'm going to need
you to just stay calm, okay?

The calmer you stay,
the less air you need.

Okay?

Did your grandma bring
you down here a lot?

We'd bring a picnic
and sit on the floor

and she'd tell me
about all the stuff.

Oh, which piece
is your favorite?

- Dino head!
- Yeah, me, too.

Um...

I may need to borrow
your shoelaces.

Okay...

I put the code
in, but it won't open.

The oxygen being sucked out is
creating a pressure differential.

It sealed the door
like a vacuum.

I'm gonna go back to the ventilation
room and try to hack the system.

Parker, you need to find a way
to break the pressure seal.

- We need chemicals.
- What?

We have to create a flash
chemical reaction along the doors.

It seemed to break the
pressure holding it closed.

We need to blow it up.

Oh. There might be some
stuff in this tool bag.

What's polymerism?

Ooh, it's like a fuse. But we
need something to light it with.

Tie those together.

You don't happen to know
where any oil or alcohol is?

- Do you?
- Uh, Grandma's secret flask.

When we came in for our picnics,

she used to sneak
drinks from it.

It's in the...

The drawer under the statue.

She said it got
the party started.

Oh.

I like Grandma. Give
me those shoelaces.

There we go.

Then this...

Wouldn't an explosion
use up more oxygen?

You're a pretty
impressive kid, you know that?

Huh.

Probably don't think
about this too much.

At least if I die,

I get to see my grandma again.

A, you're not gonna die.

B...

Here.

You see this? It's
pretty, right?

It's just time.

Love's not about how much
time you spend with someone.

It's about who you are
when you're together.

And the cool thing is that no
matter how much time passes,

it's just... it's something you
always get to keep with you. Okay?

Parker, I'm not going to be
able to stop the airflow.

Yep, we got it.

Go behind the pallets.

Um, are you sure about this?

Let's get this party started.

Carl, come in. Lou, come in.

Carl. Lou.

The boy is gonna die.

Your men locked that
boy in the vault.

Now, because of the fire alarm,
the air is being sucked out.

A child will die today,
and it will be your fault.

And the men who paid you,
they'll just walk away.

What the hell did
you do to my men?

What the hell did
you do to my men?

Yo.

Let's go. Let's
get out of here.

Mason.

Mason?!

Hardison, do you have Parker?

Mason? Mason!

What? What is this doing here?

Looking for me?

Oh, thank God.

How did you know that
Mason was in the vault?

I, uh... the game. I... I...
I have the game on my phone

so I can find him when he wanders
off in search of a spirit.

But you
didn't have your phone.

And the spirits don't
appear on private property.

You know, Sophie, the
only way for a spirit

to end up in the vault
in the first place

is if someone hacks Mason's
phone to put it there.

Someone close.

Close enough to know it
would lure him there.

It was a bit of a mystery because
Farmingworth pulled the alarm.

He doesn't have a
reason to kill Mason.

He did have a motive to facilitate
a robbery, though. Money.

So if you asked him to pull the
alarm just as a final distraction,

without telling him that
Mason was in the vault.

Why would I want to hurt Mason?

Oh, that's an
excellent question.

Mason doesn't have a will, and
you're not a blood relation,

so you don't stand
to inherit anything.

Then my friend here remembered what
Kimberlee, Lillian's executor, said.

Any questions before you take
your exam to give me a call.

Thanks. Survivor clauses
have my head spinning.

Survivor's Clause stipulates
that the primary heir

has to outlive the decedent by
30 days in order to inherit.

Lillian had one.

Now, if Mason were to die
before those 30 days were up,

the entire state would go to
the next heir in the will. You.

And that gave us motive...
Icky, icky motive...

But we still had questions.

What happened to the dino head?

Why would those guys want to
take it in the first place?

Don't you just hate it when you
got a private Freeport owner

and the mercenaries,

but you just don't have
the working capital?

I mean, what was your
take from the will?

Half a mill? That's
not gonna cut it.

So why not have the
mercenaries steal something

and then pay them off
with the proceeds?

The Waldman. That's perfect.

You wanted them to steal
the Waldman painting.

But after we had it moved,

the only thing of similar
value in the vault

was the dinosaur skull.

Must have been hard
to make it disappear.

Or was it?

A lot of clients
sell to each other.

Pieces don't even
leave the Freeport.

Anonymous through LLCs.

Wouldn't be hard to
move a head between vaults,

so we checked the records.

Oh, an LLC just rented
a vault two doors down.

At twice the normal rate.

I have to admit,
it was a clever way

to conceal a payoff
to Farmingworth.

So what? So some anonymous
LLC renting a vault.

Th-that could have been anyone.

Didn't we
mention that that LLC...

That new LLC was opened up with

a very unique amount of money.

It was, uh, what was
it? About half a mil?

Oh!

And when
Farmingworth and Nick wake up

to learn that you were
going to murder Mason

and leave them holding the bag,

ooh, I bet they're going
to get real chatty.

How did you get the head back?

See, it's Bad Guy 101.

When you get a shiny,
brand new vault,

change the default password.

Whee!

It's just the basics.

- Basics.
- Basics.

We could have left the
dinosaur head in the vault.

I mean, it is
evidence against you.

But once we had you on
attempted murder of a child,

it seemed rather
gilding the lily.

Besides, it's Mason's favorite.

Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?

Don't worry. The police are on their
way, and there's plenty of air.

No! You can't leave me in here.

I can't breathe!

No! Get me out!

I have asthma!

Stop!

Well, I got Farmingworth and
Nick and a couple of their mercs

tussled up like
Christmas presents.

Oh, uh, if nobody minds,

I think I might grab
a late-night drink,

Especially since I got a sweet
new truck to take her out in.

Hey. Hey. You took...
you stole my truck?

Damn it.

Hardison,

if I'm gonna get kicked
and punched on your date...

then don't waste it.

What do you say we all head
back to HQ and order some food?

I'm starving.

But nothing will
be open this late.

I'm...

Hmm?

I worked alone for years.

- Oh, yes, Chef. Yes, Chef.
- Years.

- Yes, Chef.
- You're not helping.

Just a
little appetizer.

Well, I did want
tonight to be memorable.

What's going to happen to Mason?

Uh, yeah, he's rich,
but he's all alone now.

Social services is.

And I made a call.

Mason may have lost a grandma,

but there's a good chance
he might just gain a nana.

And he gave me this.

I don't want you to go to space.

I mean, I want you
to go to space.

But what if you need me?

Babe, I always need you.

Which is why I'm saying
I should go with you.

I'm small, I can fit
in your spacesuit.

Or I can have Breanna start
working on trajectories

- so they intercept your satellite.
- Babe. Babe. Babe.

The idea of me being
further away from you

than I already have been is...

Look, what tonight taught me,
what it made me realize is that

we don't need date
nights to be together.

We don't even need to
be on the same planet.

We are Parker and Hardison.

Pardison.

Always and anywhere.

Time and space
mean nothing to us.

We're like the Doctor.

We're like two Doctors.

Like a Christmas special
with multiple Doctors.

Yes, we are.

Okay.

But next date night, let's just
stick to jumping off buildings

because tonight was a lot.

Yes. Thank you!

Wait. No! Uh... Wait.

All right. It's crazy. Whatever.

What can I help you with?

Help me prove the explosion
wasn't an accident.

Paul was killed
by Austin Kirlander.

He founded Silvergard,
which is a shady ass...

Largest private security
companies in operation today.

Sounded like Kirlander had a secret
and Paul found out what it was.

Stand by. I'm jamming those infrared
sensors all while microwaving...

a bean and cheese burrito.

Don't!