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I'm going to miss you so much, Dad.

But your grandson will carry on your name.

I promise.

- Sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me. - Wait.

- Who are these people? - We're not done saying goodbye.

Hi. Pete Luna. Gift of Time.

So sorry, sweetheart. Gotta move fast with these things.

- Gisele? - What things?

- Prepare to move the client. - Your dad didn't tell you?

Tell me what? Stop! That's my father!

And if you ever loved him, you don't want to do that.

None of this works if we don't get the body cooled down ASAP.

None of what works?

- Cryonics. - Let's get this ice moving.

- You know, like Ted Williams? - What?

A lot of people think Disney did it. That's an urban legend.

- You're not freezing my father. - No. We call it vitrification.

I don't care what you call it.

We are his family, and we decide what happens to his body.

- Yeah. No. - Ready for prep.

See, your, uh, dad, he signed a contract.

- Wait. - Here, this one is your copy.

Excuse me. Um.

Yeah, feel free to bring that to your attorney,

but I assure you all the i's are dotted and the t's are crossed.

But don't worry.

Your father's body will be safe with us.

So long as you pay the storage fees.

Storage fees?

Storage fees?

What Luna didn't tell us that day was that, at the seven year mark,

those fees would balloon.

There's a "trigger" in the contract,

which I'm sure my father signed under duress.

You don't think he signed on his own free will?

I never once heard my father mention anything about cryonics.

You think he was manipulated?

- Hey, Mom! - You rascal. Get over here.

I didn't know it at the time,

but the day I told my dad I was pregnant

was the very same day he got his terminal cancer diagnosis.

It was also the same day he signed that evil contract.

Huh.

Peter Luna preyed on your father in his darkest hour.

My dad was not some narcissist who wanted to live forever.

No.

He just... he wanted to believe that he could meet his grandchild.

And now, his body storage fees are bankrupting us.

My mom and dad started this nursery from scratch

after they emigrated from Madagascar.

It's the family business.

By the end of the month, it'll belong to Peter Luna.

Not the outcome your father would have wanted.

It's the opposite.

Family was everything to my dad.

Let me tell you something.

You see that banana tree?

In Madagascar, there's an old folktale my dad used to tell us all the time.

When God created the first man and woman, he gave them a choice in how they died.

They could either die like the moon, or like the banana tree.

The moon dies every month and is resurrected

in a cycle that repeats forever.

The banana tree dies only once and is gone forever.

But before it dies it sends out little green shoots

that become new banana trees.

And here's your little green shoot.

Exactly.

Can you help us?

Peter Luna.

He seems nice.

He trawls oncology wards,

looking for patients who have just been given a terminal diagnosis.

He convinces them that they're gonna be resurrected in the very near future

when medical technology is advanced enough to save them.

Despite the fact that no one's ever been revived

and the technology doesn't work, he gets them to sign on the dotted line.

And after they die, he slowly bankrupts the family until he owns it all.

Including the body.

Why does he keep all the bodies?

Mmm. That's a question with no good answer.

Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

but I have reviewed the contract, and it is solid.

What he's doing is all perfectly legal.

Of course it is.

Because the US isn't so much a country as it is a giant Ponzi scheme.

Now, people have a right to decide what to do with their body after they die.

What if I said I wanted to be taxidermied like...

that, and installed right about there?

I would respect your choice. Probably never come back here again.

Oh, FYI.

You can do whatever you want with my meat sack.

Hardison and I won't be needing ours anymore once we get our robot bodies,

thank you very much.

- Meat sack? - Mmm.

Eliot?

Oh, he wants to be torn apart and eaten by a pack of wolves,

so he can be a part of the pack forever, for every generation to come.

How do you know that?

I never said that out loud.

I was just gonna go with cremated,

but the wolf thing sounds... That sounds cool.

What about you, Sophie?

I just want to be buried beside Nate.

I didn't expect this job to affect me so much...

'Cause, Parker, yeah, our bodies are just vessels.

But they're vessels that we love.

That we live with.

If... If anyone were to steal Nate's body, I...

Laying our loved ones to rest,

in whatever way feels right, it gives us rest too.

I'm sorry, I--

Don't apologize. You're right.

Let's give this guy hell.

We should Christmas carol him.

We're not doing the Christmas carol thing.

You know how many times Hardison tried that.

There's too many moving parts.

Okay. So Hardison couldn't.

No. It's too soon to be pitching cons. We need to investigate this guy further.

Oh, yeah.

I got into the security cameras.

There are five other businesses besides Peter Luna's.

I can't believe such a normal looking building

is housing an army of sub-zero undead.

Yeah. Well, most military cryonics research facilities are all the same.

The normal buildings are upstairs.

Labs, they're in the basement.

Just in case something goes wrong, they can lock it down.

Wait, are you telling me you've fought zombies?

Oh. Yeah.

All right. Breanna tracked flowers going to Peter Luna's office.

That's our ticket.

We didn't rehearse a slap.

You think it's funny? Humiliating me like that?

Babe. Babe. I-I-I didn't even notice it, okay?

I-I don't know what I'm doing. I'm an idiot.

Course you didn't. 'Cause you only think of yourself.

Oh, right on time, my flowers.

- Thank you. No, no. I need these. - Ah, ah. I need ID.

I need these.

I left it in the van. Listen to me, okay?

I posted a picture of my wife yesterday and put it on the Internet

and she said her hair was messed up. Okay? It looked fine to me.

She said something about flyaways. I don't know what those are.

You are the only thing standing in the way of me making up with my wife

and me sleeping on the couch for a week.

So have a heart.

Thank you. Thank you.

Ma'am. Ma'am.

You need to check in.

Ma'am.

Oh, wow.

That is a gorgeous chair.

Titanium, huh? Probably light as a feather.

And you got the top-of-the-line power assist unit.

- You know wheelchairs? - Well, I'm a veteran.

So I got a lot of friends in chairs,

but their chairs are not as pretty as yours, I'll tell you that.

Then again, my friends are not as pretty as you.

Well, that's an awfully sweet thing of you to say.

Just because somebody says something sweet,

doesn't mean it's not true, Ivy.

How are you with electronics?

I'm all right.

Maybe after I get these flowers dropped off,

you could help me with my phone?

What's wrong with your phone?

Well, your number's not in there.

- Well, hello there. - Hello.

Hi. Um, for Bobbi.

- That's me. - Oh.

Well, flowers for Bobbi.

Oh, I ordered them, but I'm not the recipient.

Bobbi, get in here!

Would you excuse me, please?

Somebody got you flowers?

I got them for you.

Well, Danielle.

Isn't today the anniversary?

Oh. Right. Yeah. Cool.

- Who is Danielle? - Mmm.

When's my next ice bath treatment?

Oh, shoot.

Oh, I forgot to schedule it.

I assume this means you also forgot to refill my HGH prescription?

- Ugh. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll fix it.

Afraid of aging/dying.

Mm-hmm.

Can I make it up to you with some lunch?

Someplace nice, my treat?

No can do. Got an appointment.

Oh.

I didn't see anything on your schedule.

No, it's not business, it's personal.

Who is he?

Or who is she?

Okay.

- Bobbi. - Hmm?

Thank you.

Miss Unrequited-Crush-On-My-Boss may just be our way in.

Hey, Parker, see if there's access through the neighboring office.

Hi, Garrett.

I'm here for the interview.

Interview? With who?

D'oh. Idiot. I forgot the name.

- Lydia? - Yes. Lydia.

Morning, Gail.

What's up?

Psst. Do you wanna hear something spooky?

Always.

They're keeping frozen bodies in the basement.

- What? - Yeah.

Like some kind of cryonics thing.

I got lost and ended up down there.

Super creepy.

Like, Frankenstein's lab or something.

I, uh, gotta use the restroom.

So, uh, if Lydia comes out before I get back, will you just tell her?

Course.

Come on, man. Don't jerk me around. I need those parts.

You'll have them, Tom. I told you, I've have three clients

who are going to default in two weeks.

- And what if they don't? - I'll make sure that they do.

Good.

'Cause I got a retired CEO that wants to take up tennis again and needs tendons.

If you don't believe me, Tom, in two weeks you're gonna be swimming in tendons.

You're gonna be swimming in tendons.

You know it's so unfair, Tom.

Death is such a sad and sappy, wasteful event.

Now I've single-handedly monetized the entire process,

from the moment my client dies, through their seven years of cold storage,

till I sell their bodies for parts.

And instead of nominating me for a friggin' Nobel prize,

you wanna know what my clients' families do, Tom?

Well, they whine and they complain about me stealing bodies that are lawfully mine.

I mean, the future, Tom, is the free market.

I guess we know why he refuses to return the bodies.

He's running a human chop shop.

Not on my bloody watch.

I wanna stop this guy in his tracks, so we hit him hard and fast.

I'm going to pose as a client and get him out of his office.

Parker, you're going to get in and ransack it.

Breanna, you're on digital assets.

Crypto, bank accounts, shell companies.

This creep's wearing a Patek Philippe watch and designer clothing.

He's got money, and we're gonna find it.

Welcome. Come in.

Hi.

Um.

I am looking for, um... Peter Luna?

Peter's in a meeting right now. But I can help you. I'm Bobbi.

Oh.

Oh.

I don't mean to pry, but are you all right?

I'm sorry. I, um... I don't even know... ...what I'm doing here.

I know nothing about, um, cryonics.

I, uh... ...I just received some very bad news.

Oh, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry.

- Can I get you anything? - Oh.

Coffee? Water?

I'll take the elixir of life if you have it.

If we had it, I'd give it to you.

But I can offer you the next best thing.

Three fingers of good whiskey, that's all right.

I was talking about time.

That's what cryonics is about.

It's not sci-fi or make-believe, or the elixir of life.

It's the process by which we take back control of the clock.

We?

Oh.

Cryonics is not just my job, it's my passion.

Are you a client as well?

I'm more than that.

I was the company's first investor.

How did you get into it?

Many years ago, my boss Peter... Oh, he's a genius.

Well, he was married to this woman named Danielle.

She was an ER nurse who was exposed to hepatitis C

while she was treating a patient.

She died ten years ago.

Three months before the cure was announced.

- If only she'd had a bit more time. - Yes.

Yes.

She could have lived a long, healthy life.

When I met Peter and he told me that story...

...I knew that cryonics was my mission in life.

So much unnecessary suffering could be avoided

if we could only give people more time.

Peter still hasn't gotten over losing Danielle.

But, thanks to cryonics, he's got all the time in the world to do it.

And I'll be waiting when he does...

In a work-related sense.

- Oh. - And you can have that time too.

- Call me tomorrow. - Mm-hmm.

Why, hello.

I see you've met my girl Friday. Isn't she great?

Why don't you step into my office, so we can talk turkey.

Now, if you've spent any time at all researching the cryonics space,

you'll find that our prices are much more affordable than our competitors.

How do you manage that?

Oh, not gonna lie, it's a struggle.

I've gone without a meal more than once,

but I believe that it is my calling to democratize cryonics.

The gift of time.

Well, it should be just that. A gift.

Not something sold to the highest bidder.

A future where only wealthy elites have access to life-extending technology,

that's no future at all.

Cryonics should be for the everyday folks too.

The moms and pops who keep our great country running.

Folks like you. And me.

And even Bobbi.

Now, what do I gotta do to get you into a contract today?

I'm sorry, I... ...I don't think I can do this today.

Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?

Uh, uh, look, it all sounds wonderful in theory,

but... ...I think I should come back another day, take a look around.

I-I just keep imagining myself in an ice tray in the back of a freezer.

Oh...

No, I completely understand.

It's not like that. It's very state of the art.

Matter of fact,

why don't I take you downstairs, give you a tour right now?

Huh.

I'm gonna be taking her down for a tour.

Gave me a...

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

Don't come back or I'm calling the cops!

Just how secure is this facility?

Uh. You know, I assure you, th-that's never happened before.

Uh. It's Bobbi's fault.

I will talk to her.

Come on.

Ah.

Is-is-is there a dead body in each of these?

Oh, no, ma'am.

Just temporarily vitrified clients awaiting reanimation.

They may be legally dead... ...but not to us.

Miss Chang. Looking radiant as ever.

Mr. Anderson. Ooh!

Cold enough for ya?

Oh, so... why do you need an operating room?

Aren't the clients already dead when they arrive?

It's for when we revive them, of course.

Okay.

The only money I can find with Peter Luna's name on it

is a savings account with a measly $2,000 in it.

That's not bespoke suit money. Where's this guy keeping his cash?

Not here.

And not cash.

So we're dealing with a guy who's purposely defrauding clients and--

- I'm gonna have to stop you right there. - You're about to tell us it's legal again.

- Afraid so. - 'Merica.

Peter's not defrauding anybody

because he's not falsely representing what he's doing.

He's just burying it deep in that legalese

so that all the desperate clients that he targets

don't notice the payment increases or that they lose the bodies if there's a default.

He's skimming off body parts like old classic cars.

Exactly. Now, you can't sell blood or organs for transplant,

but if the cadaver is legally obtained, you can sell it for, as you say, parts.

Who are the buyers?

Ah. Well, research institutes, medical schools,

CEOs with tennis...

elbow... It's a lot of people, check it out.

So knees go for about 650 bucks a pop.

A hand, forearm, shoulder combo, that'll run you 900 bucks.

A spinal column costs about the same.

A heart'll set you back 500 bucks. Same thing as a kidney.

Corneas, that's actually in very high demand.

Um, a pair of those go for $6,000.

A brain for 600, add a zero and you can get the whole...

intact... head.

There's 4,000 tendons in the human body.

And those can cost up to $1,000 a piece.

So, yeah. There's a market.

Well...

Luckily for Gisele and her family...

...legal-yet-morally-depraved is exactly in our wheelhouse.

Hey, Parker. Show them what you found.

Ah. A receipt. For a currency-to-gold transaction.

Gold? What is this, the Wild West?

All those guys hoard gold. It's part of the whole libertarian thing.

If civilization goes down, you got the physical asset.

But the physical assets take up space,

so where's he hiding this big ol' box of gold?

Well, that's a good question because I did a deep dive to find Pete's assets.

And while he doesn't keep a whole bunch of cash on hand,

he holds title to seven properties in a 50-mile radius,

one of which is 18 acres of straight-up swamp.

All right, well it's gonna take us years to search all that.

Oh. Little Miss Bobbi was wearing a Laura Ashley dress from 1992 and a Timex.

And she didn't seem to know who Tendon Tom was.

So I'm guessing she's in the dark about Pete's sick little side hustle.

- And if we could turn her-- - Not so fast.

Breanna.

Okay. Remember those flowers that Bobbi bought for Peter?

Well, they were actually for Peter's dead wife's grave.

Yeah. Bobbi's down bad for Peter.

Well, if we try and turn her, she's just gonna flip more to his side.

Okay.

The floor is open for con pitches.

- Flying Dutchman. - Too messy.

Alligator Alley?

Where are we gonna find a team of oxen two days before Christmas?

- The Sister Wives? - Not in this economy.

We could run The Burning Man.

You know, use the bonfires on the levee for Christmas Eve.

We can't Christmas carol him.

Which Christmas carol are we trying to do again? Huh?

Ooh! Ooh! How about...

♪ Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen ♪

- No, Parker. No. - ♪ What? ♪

A Christmas Carol.

Like the Dickens story? You know the one, with the three ghosts.

They meet Ebenezer Scrooge for Christmas Eve and they...

they... um, show him the error of his ways and they, um,

convince him to embrace the generosity of the Christmas spirit all year long.

How do you not know this? Are you...

- Seriously? - I didn't have parents.

I didn't either, but there's, like, a ton of books.

- I'm not much of a reader. - And, like, 11 film adaptations.

- Doesn't ring a bell. - You know "Good King Wenceslas",

but you do not know A Christmas Carol?

Have to remember, Parker was essentially feral when we met her.

We can't Christmas Carol him because we don't do ghosts, okay.

- He's never going to believe in a ghost. - No, but you don't get it.

You don't get it.

In my plan, Peter is the ghost.

I hate to discourage you,

but this is a guy that uses dead grandpas to bankrupt single moms.

I'm not sure we're gonna change his heart. I'm not sure he has a heart.

Well, we don't need to change him.

All we have to do is scare him bad enough,

make him lead us to the gold hidden somewhere on his property.

Okay, maestro.

Go ahead and say it.

Let's go steal the ghosts of Christmas.

Bobbi, honey.

Nothing would make me happier than spending Christmas Eve with you...

- Merry Christmas Eve. - ...but I'm swamped.

At this rate I'll be stuck in the office all night.

We'll spend New Year's Eve together, okay? Gotta go.

Watch it, jerk!

He's dead.

Okay. Places, my little choir. The performance is about to begin.

Time to warm up those voices.

Repeat after me.

You know you need unique New York. Red jello, rellow jello.

How about just an update on what's going on in the building?

Sorry, yeah. So we are clear, except for that Christmas Eve party

at the insurance company above Luna's office.

Hey, there's Parker's little goth buddy.

Massive errors in cranial reassembly.

Entity likely unsuitable for knowledge work.

Where-Where am I?

Who... who-who are you?

Santa! Santa! Santa!

Damn, Saint Nick, slow down.

Okay, Sophie, cue the Ghost of Christmas Past.

Hey.

I'm still alive!

You can't freeze me.

Oh!

Uh, you're not being vitrified. You're being revived.

Why is everything so blurry?

That's just your retinas coming back online.

It can take up to 48 hours.

My retinas?

Hey,

you're that lady that came by the other day.

The other day?

Oh!

That was 30 years ago.

Well, tragically... ...you died in a car accident that Christmas Eve.

But I'm not dead.

No, but you were.

So was I, actually.

But death can be reversed and...

...they woke me six months ago when they cured cancer.

Now I work as a reanimation specialist,

which is just a fancy way of saying that I help others with the reentry process,

such as yourself.

Lady, you're high.

Ooh, Mr. Luna.

You must try to calm down.

You're putting an awful lot of pressure on a heart that hasn't beat in three decades.

There have been many advancements, but cryonics only works once.

If you die again, it's for keeps.

Prove it. Prove that I died.

But I'm worried about your heart.

Prove it!

Oh, dear. Well, this will be difficult to see.

Horrific crash caught on camera.

A black Dodge Charger...

It was terrible.

But at least you didn't suffer.

How come I'm not all messed up?

It was a closed head wound.

Left the rest of you largely unscathed.

I'm told it looked like apple sauce in there.

Isn't science a wonder?

Anyway, here's your obituary.

Fair.

I'm afraid this next one may be a-a smidge distressing.

It appears no one showed up for your funeral.

Not even Bobbi.

Bobbi?

That gold digger/stage-V clinger? Yeah, I'm all broken up about it.

Sorry, Father Christmas. This chimney is shut down.

Yo, Eliot, I got a plastered Sinterklaas trying to go downstairs.

I just shut down the elevator, but he's headed to the stairwell.

There's no telling where old Père Noël is gonna go from there.

I told you. There's too many moving parts for this con.

There's too many moving parts in your mouth.

Hey, Merry Christmas.

Easy, homey.

Little too-- Oh!

He's more of a Krampus, I guess.

The Peter Luna.

I can't believe it!

What is it the old people say?

I stan you!

No cap!

You know who I am?

Oh, you really have no idea.

I'm so sorry. Where are my manners?

Ashton Mountebank.

The owner of Gift of Time, Incorporated. Well, the new owner anyway.

My private equity group... Well, one of my private equity groups

bought your biz out of bankruptcy last year.

Funny story.

I had actually forgotten that I had bid in the online auction

until I received the email saying that I had won!

But I didn't go bankrupt.

No, you didn't.

But you did die.

And everyone that came after you didn't have your genius.

But you're alive now

and, bro, you're gonna be so psyched to hear how things are now!

Regulations have been slashed.

There are no government agencies.

None. Everything, and I mean everything, is for sale.

I've got a snow leopard in my car right now.

Taxes actually go down the more money you make.

Honestly, I don't know how we got that last one through Congress.

Of course I'm kidding. I do know. It was money and lots of it.

Ayo!

But how are you feeling?

Like I died and went to heaven?

Hey, pal, can you help me out with this?

Absolutely.

- What do you need, bro? A little tighter? - No, I need it off!

Oh.

No can do, bro.

I own you.

You-You-You can't own a person.

A hundred percent-o. Owning a person would be wrong.

But you're not a person. You're an "F.O.E."

Okay, um, listen to me. I am not your enemy, I swear--

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

I'm sorry. Not foe.

F, dot, O, dot, E, dot.

Stands for "Fully Owned Entity."

"Fully Owned Entity"?

Your original idea, which was brilliant,

was to hedge your cryonics business with a body-brokering sideline.

I have always been a little bit more interested

in the future labor potential of cryonics.

Basically, why sell a human being in parts

when you can own the whole thing?

And it's all perfectly legal.

Oh, then what am I? A slave?

Oh! Oh. Oh, oh. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Slavery's illegal. Slavery is immoral.

You are an indentured servant.

And when you've worked off your debt,

you're free to go live your reanimated life.

Well, how long is that gonna take?

The basic formula is twice the amount of time spent in suspended animation,

- which in your case would be 60 years. - Sixty years?

But because I'm a fan, I'll knock it down to 50.

Fifty years?

Life expectancy is twice what it used to be, so it's more like 25.

Hold that thought.

Ah! I have to take this.

It's my Supreme Court Justice.

Are you double-jointed?

- No. - Claustrophobic?

Why?

Do you have any experience mining cobalt?

Cobalt?

Don't worry, bro.

We're gonna find you a great job.

Peter Luna.

I love my life.

God... Hey, Eliot, can you broom the goths from the stairwell?

They just left that party early

and I don't trust that little freak Garrett.

I'd love to, but I'm a little busy right now.

Santa gave me the slip.

Can't you just follow the reindeer tracks?

I lifted the master key off the janitor.

I can't believe there are real dead bodies just a few feet away from us.

You know, I think I may have underestimated you, Gary.

- It's Garrett. - I don't care.

Why?

Why did I do it? Why, God?

Hey, you're the interview lady.

Yeah! I snuck back in to look at one of the bodies and...

Oh, God. I don't think they're...

They're not dead! Not really!

I opened one up and it... ...it bit me and I don't know...

Help!

Go!

Help me!

Oh!

Hey, um, you gotta help me.

Well, that's what I'm here for.

Yeah. Oh... So, listen, I'm not really built for, um...

...manual labor.

Uh, I need you to help me escape.

Oh. I won't do that. And we should not discuss such things.

Wait a second. Hold on.

But I saved your life, so I think that you owe me--

Ignore that.

Just the old pipes.

It's futile.

You and I are F.O.E.s.

We don't exist outside these walls.

No ID's.

No documents.

No bank accounts.

Well... ...we can go to the police.

The police?

The police are an subscription service and F.O.E.s are not eligible.

Hmm.

Sorry.

The only authority that applies to us are the retrieval specialists.

Bounty hunters.

They prowl the district, searching for escaped F.O.E.s.

The minute you break the perimeter of this building,

they're legally allowed to harvest you.

Harvest?

Sell you. In parts. To the highest bidder.

Even if you were, let's say,

to miraculously evade every retrieval specialist in the district,

you'd still have to find money to hire a coyote

to show you how to reach the Free Lands.

What am I even saying? I shouldn't even be speaking about this.

How's it going in here?

Oh, you know, just cleared three simultaneous crises

without breaking a sweat, so...

Hold up.

Oh, Bobbi.

You gotta get some self-respect.

I'll handle her.

Uh, guys, so I just... I wanted to say good job on the Santa and the goths.

Just... There's one little complication.

Peter's gone.

Well, well.

A lost lamb.

Leave me alone!

Ah, where's the fun in that?

I have... I have a weapon!

Ooh.

I tell you what.

You show me yours,

I'll show you mine.

You see, this knife is coated in Komodo dragon saliva,

the nastiest bacteria in the world.

One little nick and the poison is in your bloodstream.

Then you will beg me to harvest you.

Help!

There's no help for F.O.E.s who break perimeter.

Accompany me if you wish to survive.

And stay down!

This area's crawling with retrieval specialists.

Just get in the...

Okay.

Is this the van of the future?

No, and you're damn lucky it's not.

Hold tight.

Are you a coyote?

We prefer the term resistance fighters.

Oh!

But if you're asking if I can get you out of the district,

the answer is, "Do you have anything valuable enough to buy your freedom?"

I have money.

As in currency? 'Cause that's not a thing anymore.

I have gold.

Now we're talking.

So you've been frozen over 30 years?

That's what they told me.

Damn.

So you died and woke up in this late-stage capitalist hellscape.

By the way, what did you say you did before you died?

As a profession.

Uh, I-I was in the nonprofit area.

That's so noble. I knew I liked you.

For someone in nonprofit, that's a whole lot of profit.

What can I say? I'm a saver.

Okay.

Well, that's a pretty good hiding place for your gold,

but, uh, what about Danielle's remains?

That's the genius of it.

There never was a Danielle.

It's a perfect cover story.

Here. Help me load this.

Okay.

That should be just enough gold to get us to the Free Lands.

Speaking of which, this is very important.

Should we be separated for any reason,

you must follow the fires to the Free Lands.

Okay?

Got it.

The mark is in the wind.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Follow the fires to the Free Lands. Follow the fires to the Free Lands.

Follow the fires to the...

Aha!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Okay. Okay. All right.

Uh, don't harvest me, bro.

Uh, "Vreelands. Vreelands"?

Free Lands?

Did I make it out of the district?

Is this the Free Lands?

Yes!

Yes, yes, yes! Merry...

What is it? Christmas? Merry Christmas!

This is... What...

But I mean, didn't-didn't we cure cancer?

Oh, you think you're gonna get away with this?

Well, I'm going to sue you into the next millennium.

Okay?

I'm gonna call the cops.

Holy crap! Okay, you gotta help me.

I have been the victim of a crime. These people...

They were right here.

Okay. Uh, so listen, listen. Okay. So what happened was this.

They told me... they told me that I died and I came back, and they thawed me,

and it's the future, but I figured it out!

Because we still have cancer!

And then this guy came with a bow... ...and he had Komodo dragon saliva.

Is this the guy, ma'am?

Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

That's the guy who stole my van. I think he's unwell.

That's the girl who wants my gold.

I think he means this.

Yeah. Found this in the back of my van.

That's a lie. She's lying.

His pupils are blown. I think he's on something.

Atropine or ketamine probably.

Seventy-two-hour psych hold?

Works for me.

- All right, pal. Let's go. - Doesn't work for me--

Ow! Ow!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Bobbi!

Where were you?

Why didn't you bail me out?

I think my days of bailing you out are over.

Oh, Bobbi.

I'll handle her.

It appears no one showed up for your funeral.

- Not even Bobbi. - Bobbi?

That gold digger/stage-V clinger? Yeah, I'm all broken up about it.

There never was a Danielle. It's a perfect cover story.

What are you doing in my office?

- Closing it. - You can't do that. It's my company.

It was your company.

I was your first investor, Peter. Remember?

And I called my note.

You know, the loan I gave you that you promised to pay back but never did?

I own the company now and I've decided to sell it off in parts.

Ooh! You know how that works, right?

Bobbi, Bobbi, Bobbi!

I'm gonna... I'm gonna pay you back, um, as soon as I find my gold.

You mean the profit that you siphoned off without my knowledge or consent,

then didn't pay taxes on, yet somehow I'm the gold digger?

Yeah, talk to them about that.

To be honest, I don't even think they might be your biggest problem.

Apparently, you owe this guy some tendons.

Looks like he's gonna collect those one way or another.

Bobbi, please. Um...

...you know, this is bigger than you and me.

The company that I built... That we built...

That we built is vital... ...to the survival of humanity.

Don't talk to me about humanity.

You don't have any.

No moral principles, no high ideals.

Everything you say and do is a lie.

You see people as a bunch of parts you can extract value from.

You don't cheat death.

You just cheat.

You will die someday, Peter.

And I won't be at your funeral.

Ben Kassim Akondro was a wonderful man.

A devoted husband, an amazing dad

and would have been the world's best grandpa.

But he lived and died like the banana tree.

So as the family he created,

we now have the honor of carrying on his legacy.

You coming back to the bar?

We're having a little Christmas get-together.

Think I'm gonna go see my mom.

This job kind of made me realize I've got a second chance with her,

thanks to you.

There's never really enough time. I don't wanna waste it.

Wow.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Wilson.

Miss Devereaux.

Okay. What did I say? What did I say?

I told everyone.

And you were like, "Even Hardison can't do it."

- I don't sound like that. You are. - Face it. I'm the latest.

- I'm the greatest. - You are.

Hardison ain't shi--

- Welcome... - Mmm.

- ...home, Hardison. - Mm-hmm.

That's definitely what I was about to say.

- That's what you was about to say? - Oh, yeah.

That's what you was about... You sure you weren't gonna say,

"All hail the queen of the con"?

- Ay! Hey. - Ay!

- I name you... - Oh.

- ...Breanna of the Christmas Carol... - Oh.

...first person to successfully pull off the Carol Con.

And thus, first of her name.

Can I get a--

- Incoming. - What? What?

- Oh, my back, my back. My back. Ah. - Ooh! Ooh.

Um, uh, hey, Sophie, something came for you.

Oh. What...

It's from Gisele.

It's a banana plant.

- Geez. - I'm sorry.

It's cool, I'll just... I-I-I'll buy a new back.

I've missed you. Did you miss me?

Why you asking stupid questions?

You're thinking about him, aren't you?

Yeah, I am.

You know, after Nate lost his son, Sam,

he believed that he'd lost his chance at a legacy.

That he was gonna die like the moon.

But he didn't.

Before Nate died, he...

He sent out lots of little green shoots.

Us.

Not just us.

All the Leverage teams around the world.

Teams that become like...

Families.

Teams that make a difference.

Make a difference to people that are hurting.

Teams that owe their existence to Nate.

That is Nate's legacy.

Grandma, you have to help me. I'm so scared.

It's called a Grandparent Scam.

Everybody is an easy mark if they have the right bait.

They used your daughter to scam your mother.

That's right. And I wanna know how, I wanna know why, and I wanna know who.

Donovan Keyes is a pool shark.

And ended up the cellmate of Nikolai Bravta.

Slovakian criminal alpha, right?

I guess that makes me the inside man.

Let's play a friendly game.

We have a shark to reel in.