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[grunts]

[beeping]

[clock ticking]

[exhales sharply]

[ticking stops]

-[phone buzzing] -[exhales sharply]

[caller] You have one hour to steal The Grand Complication Marie Antoinette watch

or Sophie Devereaux dies.

A worm has successfully infiltrated your phone.

Every move you make will be tracked.

The watch's coordinates have been sent to you.

If you reach out for help, the game is over, and she will die.

[siren blares]

[panting]

I'm so sorry.

I was just trying to demonstrate a proper Kimura arm lock.

[groans] No, ma'am. It's my fault. I didn't fall properly.

This is how we learn.

Ow! [groans]

I'm so sorry.

-[patient] Thank you, Astrid. -[phone ringing]

Within one hour, someone is going to steal

The Grand Complication Marie Antoinette watch.

Protect the watch or your stepmother dies.

[whirring, creaking]

Parker, password.

One, six, four, seven, nine, two, zero, nine, eight, five, nine, two,

eight, nine, eight, three, one, zero.

Primary team ping. Locate crew.

[beeps]

[Parker] We have to assume their threat is real,

and they can listen in on my phone.

I got your message on the burner phone.

You do not need to use that anymore.

I changed the frequency on the comms.

Don't worry, no one's listening.

Are you running?

Friday night traffic.

I'm faster on foot. You confirmed they're still tracking me on my phone?

Yeah. You want me to sever the connection?

No. I have to do exactly what they want.

I can loop in more help from the other teams.

-No time. -N… Eliot has a friend.

Um… [clicks tongue] …the, uh, the Quinn guy.

Um, he's in Miami…

[huffs]

Breanna, stop.

[sighs]

Parker, Sophie's life…

[inhales deeply]

Sophie has complete faith in you.

I have complete faith in you.

We've got this.

You've got this.

Copy that.

Dial Interpol Regional, New Orleans.

-[groans] -[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Agent Healy, Interpol Regional.

-[Astrid] Sharon, it's Astrid. -[sighs]

Agent Pickford, visiting from London.

[sighs] Ah, Agent Pickford.

Working on a Friday night.

How completely in character.

I have intel on a multimillion dollar robbery.

You need to coordinate a response.

[Sharon] Agent Pickford.

First of all, this is not our jurisdiction.

Secondly, Southeastern US Regional Interpol office has a staff of three.

One of whom is on mat leave,

and another is taking care of a sick kitty at the vet.

[chuckles] Cat leave.

[chuckles] That's funny.

And I'm having dinner.

Sharon, we have a credible threat!

[Sharon] By whom?

I don't know.

Yet.

Sharon?

Hello?

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

Okay. We know Sophie's credit card pinged at 5:32 p.m.

for high tea at The Proper Petal.

All the restaurant's security cameras, and down the block blinked out

for about two minutes,

so I'm gonna need to start my search outside of that radius.

[grunts, exhales sharply]

[panting] Keep me posted.

[engine revs]

[attendees chuckling]

You gotta be kidding me.

[blows] Big wigs. Huh. For bigwigs.

Agent Astrid Pickford, Interpol.

We're gonna need to shut this party down for a possible robbery.

Lady, in here they're hosting a women's-only fundraiser

attended by the richest women and most powerful female CEOs in five states,

and you want me to go in there and mansplain some vague threat?

Never mind the uncomfortable optics

and unpleasant overtones of the patriarchy,

I happen to know Interpol isn't a real thing.

-It is. -Totally made up for movies and TV.

I'll have you know it was founded in 1923 in Vienna. I need--

My crippling student debt just went up 50 bucks listening to you.

So, unless you come back with a warrant and the New Orleans cops,

who I know exist, please step aside.

Americans.

-Breanna. -Sharon.

[both] I need you to run some license plates for me.

Never schedule a five o'clock when I have an event to go to.

-[pants] Hi. -Who are you?

I'm Kristy… [huffs] …from Finance.

I had to come warn you. I couldn't let them get away with it.

-If you don't get out… -No.

They're having an emergency board meeting.

Right now.

The board is meeting without me?

An emergency meeting… the men.

The men?

The men!

They're trying to force you out. You have to go confront them.

[sighs] Thank you.

Oh, my. I can't go dressed like this.

No. Uh…

Ooh. You're gonna look badass.

Nice.

So, let us review.

Your company is under investigation for conspiracy to commit bribery,

both on foreign and domestic soils.

Now, there's a witness bus and a defendant bus.

Which bus do you wanna be on?

-What do you want? -The dress.

-[car horn honks] -The dress?

-The dress! The dress! -Oh… [stammers] …the dress.

-I'm gonna need the wig, too! -Oh. Oh--

-Quick as you can. Come on. Just quickly… -Oh. Oh. Ooh.

[metal detector beeping]

[huffs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Well, well, well.

How long's it been?

Three, almost four years?

You're gonna have to remind me.

It was so hard keeping track of all the reprehensible people we meet.

Oh, wait.

[chuckles] It's coming back.

Alexandra Bligh.

RIZ.

Helping corrupt billionaires spy on their enemies.

Did you gloat about leaving me bankrupt?

Bankrupt, ruined, powerless.

Yes.

We do enjoy the gloat.

Aw, I'm so glad.

Because I'm gonna enjoy this.

I think I know what this is.

You abducted me for a ransom,

and that ransom is Parker stealing something for you.

It's so predictable and sad.

No. No, no. No, no.

You dragged Astrid into this.

[scoffs]

There is a reason why I keep the two of them apart,

why I never tell them when they're in the same city together.

They despise each other.

[stammers] You have no idea of the fuse you just lit.

Oh, I know.

Isn't it wonderful?

[attendees chattering, laughing]

I'm gonna get the money I need to restart my life,

and I'm gonna have a little bit of revenge as a treat.

Parker versus Astrid.

Two women you care deeply about, unknowingly placed in the same game…

The game to save you.

The possibility of one of them killing the other…

Oh, I'm counting on it.

[handcuffs clinking]

Let's see who loves Mummy more.

[groans]

[groans]

[host] It is so lovely to see all of you this evening.

I'm Beatrice Doheny

and my great-great-great-great-granddaddy started this bank in 1833

with nothing but pluck and grit

and 12 million dollars that he inherited from his daddy, the molasses king.

[applauding]

Back then, a woman couldn't even have a bank account.

And now, today, here I am.

[Beatrice chuckles]

My point is that the most important thing in life is blood.

-Family is the foundation. -[sighs] Did you find Sophie?

I have narrowed the field, but I'm still gonna need some more time.

What about the watch?

[sighs] I'm in, but I haven't found it yet.

[attendees applauding]

[Beatrice] People say to me,

-"Beatrice"… -[groans]

…"you bankers don't understand people in need."

But I think I… [stammers] …we prove them wrong here tonight,

as we celebrate our food bank charity

with a party dedicated to the ultimate girlboss, Marie-Antoinette.

[chuckles]

And her famous advice for people in need,

"Let them eat cake." [chuckles]

And I hope we're all rehearsed

because tonight we are recreating the Contredanse Allemande from Versailles.

All for social media.

Because the kids love dancing, they tell me. [chuckles]

[sighs]

[Breanna] Okay, Parker, I got the cameras.

The watch is on display inside the vault.

They hid it in the first place I'd look.

[chuckles] Diabolical.

[pants]

Uh, pardon me, where is the watch display?

[attendee chuckles]

[scoffs]

Next.

The Marie Antoinette watch was commissioned in 1783

by an unknown admirer of the queen's.

But the queen never received the watch because it was finished after her death.

Today, the watch is valued at $30 million.

-[clamoring] -Only two guests per viewing.

Ten minutes max.

This line's too long.

I'm gonna need to go in through the vents.

Baguette. [chuckles]

Croissant. [chuckles]

[groans]

Ooh! [chuckles] Macarons.

[chuckles] What?

[groans]

This panel has galvanic biocorrosion on it.

I have to find something.

[clears throat] Uh… French fry. [chuckles]

Come on, come, on, come on.

Come on. [groans]

Ooh, another near miss.

This is more delightful than I thought it would be.

This is not gonna end well for you.

What, you think I'm worried about being arrested by Interpol?

No. But you should be worried about what Parker's gonna do.

Parker is not like us.

[beeping]

What the hell?

Someone's hacking the cameras.

[Sophie] You see?

That's what happens when you're running things from a dank warehouse

with exposed wires and duct tape.

I guess it's one way of finding out

that without all that dirty money propping you up,

you're not actually very good at this.

You're just a grifter with a quick mouth.

And yet…

I built my company.

I studied computer science, criminology. I didn't inherit my seat at the table.

[chuckles] Tragic, really.

All that hard work and you just ended up protecting paranoid tycoons.

Yes.

Because despite the petty little victories of people like you,

they always win.

And whatever ridiculous street rat got into my cameras

didn't understand I know security better than anyone.

-[huffs] -[beeping]

And I loathe party crashers.

I need you to clean up a loose end.

-[beeping] -[Breanna] Oh, God.

Okay, I just lost access to the cameras,

but I think I have a clue to Sophie's location.

I focused the background in that video,

and I think I spotted a Bussmann glass fuse.

I can tell by the design it's early 20th century, possibly 1915.

I'm searching all the buildings from that era in the city database.

[winces] Well, given the time between her restaurant receipt

and when I got that video, you can cross-reference…

Ooh! The watch.

You're in the vault?

Hmm, no. Cake watch. I'm in catering.

Mmm. Just found what I need to open that access panel.

Liquid nitrogen.

-[chuckles] -[coughs]

Excuses me. [exhales sharply]

[Breanna] You got in the vault?

No. This lady's room is like the French Revolution.

[scoffs]

Sharon, I'm telling you, there's something going on here.

My way into the vault is blocked.

[stammers] Damn royals are making everything difficult.

[Parker sighs]

[both] I need to clear the line to the vault.

Ma'am, I'm trying to get as many of you in as possible

before the dance starts in a half hour.

There will be no more viewing after that.

[groans, scoffs]

[music playing]

Um, why haven't we started the dance?

You mean the Contredanse Allemande.

[chuckles] Okay. Whatever. Ma'am, I'm your social media coordinator,

we need the dance posted to your feed

before the mayor comes to give you your award.

-The mayor? -Yeah.

An award for me?

[ballroom music playing]

[gasps] Are they starting now?

Did you tell them to start now?

No. I… I… I mean, y-yes.

-You… You should dance. -[stammers]

-Begin the Contredanse Allemande. -I…

I'm sorry, ladies, I have no idea why the dance is starting early.

[attendee groans] What?

[guard] I need to close this area, so please head upstairs to the ballroom.

-[attendee] I've been waiting for so long. -Have a nice time. Thank you.

[house music playing]

[exhales sharply, sighing]

What are you doing here?

Me? What are you doing here?

I asked you first.

What are you, ten?

We agreed to keep our distance for Sophie's sake.

This is for Sophie's sake. I got a message.

I got a message.

Steal the watch in ten minutes or Sophie dies.

Stop someone stealing the watch or Sophie dies.

[sighs] Somebody set us against each other.

Well… Well, there's an easy solution.

[both] You need to back off!

[groans]

Do you ever feel regret for abandoning them both?

I mean, Astrid for 20 years,

and then, finally, when Parker finds someone she can trust,

you up and leave again for your retirement.

My team and I work as one.

I know you, Bligh.

You have no one. You're all alone in the world.

Relationships make us weak.

If I hadn't met them, and they hadn't changed my life,

I'd have died years ago on the bad end of a con, or worse,

I'd still be alone and be you.

Feeling nothing protects you from everything.

No, you back off.

This is your fault.

My fault?

I'm sure you've got a long list of enemies from your sordid career,

and this is their revenge.

Sure. Because you never put away any dangerous psychos as a cop!

Not as many as I wanted. One in particular.

How do you think this goes, huh?

You stop me and they let Sophie go?

No!

They make you bring them the watch, and then they kill you both!

You're an amateur, they know they can con you.

That's right. I'm the Interpol agent, I don't know how crime works.

Now, stop, Parker, or I will stop you!

You're wasting time!

-[ringing] -[both groan]

[electricity powers down]

[Parker] What?

[gasps] What?

Who the hell?

-[groans] -That wasn't them.

This is you. You're double-crossing them.

No, and it's not the people who were tapping the cameras.

My people took care of that.

Oh, you didn't think I'd forget about them?

[exhales sharply]

[groans]

Parker, what's going on? You have to keep me looped in.

[knocking]

-Um, Parker? Yeah, I think they found me. -[knocking continues]

[groaning, panting]

Someone else got the watch.

Amazing detective work. Now, stay out of my way.

No, you don't.

I promised Sophie I'd be nice to you.

I guess I could break your arm nicely.

[groans, pants] I'm getting that watch back.

There's only six minutes left.

You're making this worse.

You have no right!

No right?

You had no right to chase Hardison and I across Europe for a stupid painting.

-That you stole. -We got split up.

I thought I'd never see him again, that I lost him because of you!

You took away the person that I loved!

She ran away with con men and thieves, and I was left alone.

Forgotten!

Replaced by you!

-[groans] -[groans]

[grunts]

You use and you take!

You don't know love, you steal other people's love.

[pants] I could never steal a mother's love.

[panting]

I don't even know how it works.

[panting]

-[grunts, groans] -[yells]

-[groans] -[phone buzzing]

You failed. The watch is gone. Which means Sophie dies.

No. I can find the watch.

The thief is just ahead of me. I-I can use Interpol.

I just need a little more time and I'll get it.

Bring it to me or--

Yeah, or my mother dies. I understand.

And Parker? Where's she?

She's dead.

[gasps]

[chuckling]

[sighs]

[Alexandra] Astrid's one is moving,

and Parker's is staying on the roof. Well, well.

Good not perfect.

And I doubt that Agent Pickford's gonna be able to catch up

with whoever got that watch. So… [chuckles] …I don't get my 30 million.

Which means killing you is back on the table.

Go ahead.

But before you do, ask yourself one question.

And the answer may well determine whether you come out of this alive.

Who was I with when you grabbed me?

Why would I care who you were with?

[chuckles]

I just hope I'm not asking too much of Astrid, you know?

Expecting her to turn a blind eye to who I am.

She has such a firm idea of right and wrong.

She's the law, and we're--

-Outlaws! -[both chuckle]

Always have been, always will be.

Oh, it's never too late.

It's hard to know what family means when you never had one.

Took me a while.

I hope you're right.

[chuckles] You know, back when we were grifting together,

never did I ever think I'd be giving you parenting advice.

[laughs]

Hey! No! What…

-[friend] Hey! -[groans]

[kidnapper] Drive, drive, drive!

[tires squeal]

-[blows, exhales sharply] Whoo! -[phone buzzes]

[exhales sharply, chuckles]

Tara. Been a minute. Steal anything good lately?

Somebody grabbed Sophie. They could be heading anywhere.

-So, we've gotta-- -Wait.

Of course, they grabbed her.

No one's in town except for me.

They'll call me with a ransom demand. Probably to steal something.

They don't have a big lead. We can track 'em.

Breanna's driving the food truck back from a naval base in Georgia.

-If she's in the city, I'll loop her in. -Georgia? [stammers]

You ran a con on an Ohio-class nuclear submarine?

Just a small one. Don't call this phone again.

They have Sophie's phone, so they have the frequency to our comms.

I need to act surprised if they call me.

If Breanna's in the city, I'll pass information through her.

You're my wild card.

They're not perfect. They already made one mistake.

If they knew who I was…

They would've taken you out of play. Grabbed you too. Or killed you.

That's what I would've done.

-I'd have killed you too, babe. -Aw. [chuckles]

You search, I'm gonna do lasers until they call. It relaxes me.

Okay, I'm not sure what that means, but sure. You do lasers.

[chuckles]

[phone rings]

Oh. Hi. H-Hi, I'm Breanna.

It's an honor. This is an amazing opportunity.

Yeah, I'm so glad Sophie was snatched so we could share it.

Ooh! No, no, no. That… That… That's not what I meant. I--

Relax, kid. What do you have?

As Parker anticipated, the opposition is in our primary phone system,

but she's got me on a burner phone.

They're tracking her location.

Well, that's good. It means they'll be focused on her. It gives us a shot.

What'd they ask her to steal?

The Grand Complication Marie Antoinette watch.

I'm texting you the location.

Did you get any info on the car that grabbed Sophie?

Brown van, no license. But I knocked out the right taillight.

Nice. That's gonna make things a lot easier

when I get into those traffic cameras.

Meet you at the target coordinates.

Yeah, that went well. You were cool.

You were talking to a legend. You were cool.

[clears throat]

[engine revs]

The restaurant's security cameras and all down the block,

blinked out for about two minutes.

So I'm gonna need to start my search outside of that radius.

Tara smashed one of the taillights so…

I can run a visual AI algorithm to scan the footage for that pattern.

Single taillight. Instead of… two.

It'll cut my search by, like, 80%. I'm still gonna need more time.

[blows] Big wigs. Huh. For bigwigs.

I've got a plan.

[typing]

[Tara] I'm outside.

[door buzzes]

[footsteps approach]

[gasps] Oh, wow.

Nice to meet you, too, Breanna.

I'm sorry, you're a rock star.

[stammers] Military intelligence, the Russian prison escape, the Turkish--

I know my bio, hon. Okay.

Uh, I can slide in with the catering. So, are we still on burners?

Uh, no. Uh, on comms. It's a different frequency.

Parker needs you to get to the watch.

A second thief will buy me time to find Sophie.

-I like it. -Okay.

In this sleeve is a sonic detonator.

I'll use it to shatter the glass. You knock out the lights.

Is there a retrieval wire?

Yes. With a neodymium magnet to lift out the watch.

-I-I… so I made that myself. -And what's Parker doing?

Well, the bad guys can see what Parker's doing,

so she has to keep going after the watch.

Then let's give 'em a show, huh?

Let's give 'em… Let's give 'em… Let's give 'em a show. Let's give 'em a show.

Got it. [sighs]

[Breanna] Told Parker I got into the cameras.

-The watch is in the vault. -In the vault. I know. But there's a line.

-She's gotta find me another way in. -Pardon me. Where is the watch display?

[laughs]

[groans, huffs]

[sighs]

Parker find me a way in?

Yes. Um. Through the vents.

What is it with her and vents?

[Breanna] So, the problem is,

is that there's a gaggle of Antoinettes clogging up the hallway

and she can't open the access panel for you.

Also, the line is still too long to get into the vault.

Didn't that lady say something about a dance?

I cloned her phone.

Yep. And I got her playlist. Let's bump that song up a bit.

Uh. Are they starting now? Did you tell them to start now?

No. I-I-I mean y-yes. You… You should… You should dance…

Begin the Contredanse Allemande.

[classical music playing]

Vents. Very peaceful. I get it now.

[Breanna] Glad you're in. Okay. Target acquired?

-…distance for Sophie's sake. -This is for Sophie's sake.

Not quite. Parker's arguing with somebody.

-[Astrid] I got a message. -[Parker] I got a message.

Astrid. Seriously? Astrid Pickford's here?

Sophie's daughter? What do we do? What do we do?

[sighs] Stick to the plan. We're running out of time.

[exhales deeply]

-[ringing] -[both groan]

[knocking]

Ah, Tara. Somebody's outside. [stammers] I'm gonna need some help.

[pants]

I got you, babe. Hang on.

Sorry, boys. We're closed.

[grunting]

-[grunts] -Look. All right. O-Okay.

[pants] Yeah! Mess with yo' mama.

-Right. Come on, killer. -Come-- Okay. Yeah.

I could never steal a mother's love.

[panting] I don't even know how it works.

-[grunts, groans] -[yells]

Ah! We have to… [pants]

Yeah. Work together. Which sucks.

-[chuckles, pants] -[phone buzzing]

What do I do?

[Parker] Answer the call. I'll leave my phone.

Tell them this…

And Parker? Where is she?

[Astrid] She's dead.

[gasps]

[panting]

I'm sorry. I'd never actually kill you, you know. Not even for her.

Astrid. Hi. Awkward. Phone please?

What are you doing?

-[typing] -Spoofing the GPS.

They will think you are headed up the highway, while we go get Sophie.

We know where she is?

Ask Breanna.

All I had to do was search for a brown van with a busted taillight,

near a circa 1915 building, from the glass fuse.

And match it with the generative-filled photo…

She is in…

the abandoned Granite Street Power Station.

-Tara helped. -I'll drive.

Let's go steal Sophie Devereaux.

And your half hour is up.

You know you almost had it right.

-[panting] -No more bluffing. No more mind-games.

Alexandra Bligh?

RIZ, right? Security firm, they used to work black bag jobs for dictators.

But then they just suddenly collapsed. What happened?

We did.

Astrid. You got her right.

Her strength is that she reveres the law and upholds it no matter what.

Her weakness? She follows her heart. And has me as her mother.

But Parker. Ooh. You are out of your depth.

You read her completely wrong. As a thief? A glorified pickpocket?

Parker is magnificent. She has no weaknesses. She's laser focused.

She's been three steps ahead of you the entire time.

And you gave her half an hour to set it up.

[scoffs] Set what up?

I honestly don't know. But it's gonna be fun.

Hello, boys.

-[grunting] -[grunts]

-[groans] -[grunting]

[gunshot]

Parker. Parker.

They can't stop me.

[grunts, pants]

Oh. You came to rescue your mother.

She's right. You do follow your heart. Sadly that just leaves you defenseless.

[Parker] You made a huge mistake, Bligh.

Probably the biggest mistake you could have made.

Worse than letting Tara escape.

Worse than giving us time to track you to your little lair.

And worse than pitting me and Astrid against each other.

And what mistake is that?

You messed with my family.

-[inhales sharply] -[gun clicks]

[grunts]

[Alexandra grunting]

[grunts, shrieks]

Careful. With that kimura move you might break her collarbone.

-Oh, I'm counting on it. -[grunting]

[grunts, pants]

H-How did you get that clip?

And you gave her half an hour to set it up.

[scoffs] Set what up?

I honestly don't know. But it's gonna be fun.

-Come on. -[stammers]

Did… And did you… Well, did you call… Did she… Did you call me family?

Is that what you meant?

[groans]

Hi. I'm Agent Sharon Healy from Interpol.

Agent Astrid Pickford called me here.

And you have officially ruined my Friday night.

[chuckles]

Alexandra Bligh,

you are wanted on 29 outstanding warrants for fraud,

money laundering and conspiracy.

[pants] Oh, crap.

You okay?

Hey. Uh, Bligh's being cuffed and the truck's out back.

[chuckles] You know, you're one hell of a wingman.

Did you just say wingman? Because…

Who's up for a nightcap?

She called me a wingman.

Polar Diamond heist, 2018.

-Yep. -I knew it.

Frankly, it was embarrassing, they went with a substandard

-Boylan-Kim motion detector. -…Kim motion detector.

Glenn-Reeder had just come out with the far superior 12-B, it was right there.

I know. I told them, and they didn't listen.

So actually I don't hold that one against you.

Madrid art museum 2012.

Somebody almost stopped me from getting the Goya.

I was this close.

It was you.

Hmm. Guards. Opposite rooftops. Thermal scopes. It was nice.

Thanks. I was playing a great opponent. You know. Raised my game.

Hmm. [chuckles]

You didn't stop me from getting the Caravaggio

from the Salerno museum though. [chuckles]

You stole a Caravaggio?

No.

Huh. Wait. Are they… Are they bonding?

Uh, that's terrifying. [chuckles]

Thank you. For everything.

You don't need to thank me.

We're ride or die. [chuckles]

Oh, and you know Parker's going to want this. [chuckles]

Hey. You remember when I said I couldn't, uh, picture giving you parenting advice?

It suits you.

[chuckles]

-You did call me that. -[Parker] No, I didn't.

Family. That was what you said.

No. Family's, plural, I was talking to Sophie.

Oh, I don't know. It sounds like you were directly referring to me.

Parker. Tara wanted you to have this.

Hmm. Hmm. [gasps]

Seriously?

Ooh, cake. [gasps]

-Cake? -Mmm. My cake.

Parker.

Not my cake?

Share nicely, girls.

-Oh, Parker! [grunting] -[grunting]

[chuckles]

I have never been so mad at myself for trusting a man.

How much did he take from you?

All of my savings.

Neal Trivedi, a self-swindled millionaire from Mumbai.

-He's a catfish. -Yes.

[Breanna] He's an equal-opportunity swindler.

What? Me? [chuckles] You guys…

I'm honored.

-Not bad, huh? -[Breanna] It needs swagger.

We need rizz.

Where do you buy rizz?

Love to show you around New Orleans.

I'd love to give you the full NOLA experience.

[Becky] Dad?