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Brakes.

Airbags.

Unlock doors.

Come on.

Oh, thank God. Thank God.

Get your ass back in the car.

Accelerate.

Is that taser bedazzled?

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

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

- You see the pretzel? - I do.

That is hand-bejeweled.

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

Boy, ain't that something?

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

our reaction times were a little slow.

And, Breanna, we gotta discuss your disguise protocols.

- My disguise? - She's...

Parker's a crawfish.

- Hey! - Yes, and a very convincing one.

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

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

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

Well, I was gonna say "thorough."

I'm sorry.

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

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

- Hat? - Like Nate.

No.

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

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

Look, people have different swings, okay?

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

not a clock.

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

any more than Breanna's attempting to be...

- Hardison! - Yes, that.

- Ah! - My man!

What up? Hey!

Baby, hey.

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

- Ooh. - Oh, this...

What up?

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

Somebody threw away my orange soda.

Um...

453 bottles just gone.

- You count? Weird. - Yeah.

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

- Chewy? - Yeah.

Please explain how soda gets chewy.

Here are your disgusting dirtballs.

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

- You know what? - They stank.

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

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

who I wanna meet, by the way.

No.

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

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

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

Those are my screens.

- Whose screens? Who? - Mine.

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

Oh, look, Pietr Volkov.

Pietr Volkov.

No.

You weren't smiling. Why?

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

Oh, I found your controls kind of antiquated,

so I flipped the button.

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

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

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

- Stop it. - Girl.

What? Did you... How?

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

- Oh. - I'm good. I got this. I'm good.

Thank you.

Pietr Volkov.

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

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

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

Bradley Simkov here, he's a reporter.

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

He writes about Volkov for the International Press.

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

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

Now, Bradley has a tip that Volkov,

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

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

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

So we steal what he's stealing.

Mm, that's like your egg.

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

But Bradley, he needs proof.

The man needs legal proof of Volkov's crimes

that will stand up in court

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

But even if the bad press does get Volkov sanctioned,

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

Countries like this never have just one Volkov.

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

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

Bring Volkov down,

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

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

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

I don't know.

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

Boring.

And legal proof.

It's not really our thing.

Although, we do know an expert.

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

out of suing for your accident.

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

Good morning.

Mr. Wilson, I presume.

Uh...

Don't believe we've met.

Beatrice Campbell, outside counsel.

They brought me in when they realized just how badly

they had screwed the pooch on this particular case.

Especially after you got your hands on that video.

Video?

Oh, the, uh, the video.

Now, if anyone here...

Bob...

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

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

I can't take this anymore.

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

but this company has cut corners on everything that they do

in the name of a false god of profit.

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

As was I.

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

asking us to use a lower-quality rebar.

Or this one.

"Just fill out the inspection report yourself."

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

Then maybe God will forgive me

for serving Moloch, the devourer of children.

Of course.

Mm-hmm.

I trust this will be sufficient.

Two million.

This place seems smaller to me somehow.

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

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

I had that case locked up.

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

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

Well, that is thanks to all of you.

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

Glad to hear it.

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

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

Exactly as I've always been.

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

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

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

I got you.

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

just outside of London every week.

No passengers, just a plane going back and forth.

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

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

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

A million dollars runs about a hundred pounds.

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

Hang on, let me look up the conversion rate.

Approximately 750,000, give or take.

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

his plane's fuel records have to show it.

The manifest.

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

How do we get those?

- From the plane. - Airport servers.

The plane is more reliable.

Airport servers are more accessible, fam.

And we will solve this on the way to London.

Let's go steal...

the burden of proof.

That is a completely new one.

I forgot about that bit.

I got it.

I still don't understand it.

What's up? What's up?

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

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

We're the G4 flight to Zurich.

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

Your accent is so charming.

Oh.

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

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

I think I could have handled more.

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

Right, the plan.

Harry and I are gonna keep the ground crew distracted

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

can access the airport server.

And the plane's computer.

Thank you.

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

Hmm.

That "hmm" just sounded a little judgy.

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

The plan.

This how you gonna do it?

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

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

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

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

Interesting. Interesting.

Sophie. You like the security feed data flow?

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

Oh, boom. Ba-bow-bow.

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

Okay, employee entrance is around the corner.

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

- Hmm. - Hmm.

Actually, you know what? Pardon me.

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

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

Hahaha. It's not funny.

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

The waiting room is right around that corner.

Is it? Around this corner?

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

We've got eyes on his security detail.

Likely armed.

Headed your way.

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

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

'Cause Volkov is here.

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

Da. Da.

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

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

They're keeping an eye on the cargo.

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

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

Security is splitting their attention between Volkov and the plane.

And they'll prioritize Volkov.

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

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

I just feel like a prop or a picture.

You will.

We have to be accepted by these British.

The people who matter.

You saw what happened to the Russians, yes?

Sanctions, their money seized.

Except for those with friends in the UK.

They were not touched.

We must make friends like that.

Just in case.

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

You, you have problem?

Oh, oh, no, no, no.

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

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

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

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

You're classy.

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

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

Yeah, we do. Look at the old files.

Go on, get up in there.

- Old files. - Mm-hmm.

Okay.

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

You didn't even build that.

The Duchess of Hanover.

But, please, call me Charlotte.

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

Oh.

Of course, Americans.

How nice to meet a gentleman.

Oh, am I to understand that this charming girl

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

My father says I have to.

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

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

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

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

One left. The pilot.

Got any more backup plans?

Sugar. Sugar. Uh, some food, right?

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

Sugar?

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

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

Parker, give Eliot the hard drive tab.

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

We are gonna run the drop-off double cross.

Baby. You got the stuff?

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

Yeah.

This your pilot?

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

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

Go ahead, bro, take your cut.

Oh, no, I was on a different flight.

- What? - Uh...

Why doesn't he want his cut?

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

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

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

- Bro, lift your shirt up. - Huh?

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

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

You're quite right.

Values are much more important than blood.

So to meet a man who wants for his daughter

to continue with British traditions, well...

Sophie, Eliot got the data.

Clear for the blow.

I happen to think that new blood that... May I?

Honors old ideas is a winning combination for England.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, you got what you need?

These fuel and weight ratios match exactly when Volkov moved

national treasures out of the capital.

Here.

The Golden Hawk, 400 pounds.

Used to be above the entrance to Parliament.

Disappear six months.

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

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

I tracked the truck carrying it from a private airport

to a London townhouse registered in Volkov's name.

There's a hundred items like this.

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

I'll contact my editor now.

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

so just wait for him.

Okay. Bring more pizza.

All right, I'll scrub the metadata.

Scrub? You don't need to scrub anything.

I already put a filter on the first pass.

Excuse you?

All right, we're taking a break.

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

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

The puppets are how we deal with our anger.

I'll go get them.

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

That's you. That's definitely you.

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

Excuse me.

She got new ones.

Everything all right?

Those two have a few things to figure out.

No, I mean, um...

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

And this whole job,

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

When I started running the crew when I met you,

I half expected to mess up.

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

It's official.

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

They still have your back, but yes,

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

and fulltime responsibility.

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

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

You can talk to me anytime you want.

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

Well, can I drag you to an art gallery

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

You're in a good mood.

Ah, the con's done.

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

without having some serious problem to solve.

All right.

Bradley's gone.

We have a serious problem.

Eliot's still out looking.

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

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

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

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

But Bradley's email was encrypted.

But his editor's was not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Volkov's holding Bradley somewhere here in London.

But where and how long?

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

He's probably leaving straight after that.

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

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

What? A basement?

Yeah, unfinished walls with concrete behind them.

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

Walls look just like that.

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

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

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

So they build down.

Luxury basements.

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

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

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

An unpermitted secret basement.

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

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

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

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

- All of us. - Me, too?

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

and Hardison needs to be mobile.

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

I get to go to the ball! Yes!

And we need to get Parker in as background.

Can you get her on the catering roster?

It's already done.

Okay.

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

We'll see.

All right.

We got the blueprints to Volkov's main house,

but we are flying blind in that basement.

Maybe we can learn something from the neighbor who complained.

Do we have a name on him?

That we do.

Oh, bollocks.

Ah, watch your step, yeah?

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

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

an absolutely biblical flood of sewage in my basement?"

Only just moved everything back in.

Uh, yeah, yeah, so this is the wall in question, Mr. Roy,

adjacent to the one you claimed your neighbor built?

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

Right, yeah.

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

And then we'll get out of your hair.

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

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

Ooh. Ooh.

Get it together.

What? Dude, that's Ralphie Roy!

I don't care.

My God!

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

Huh?

"Garden of Yellow."

"Stovepipe City"?

I'm more of a Britpop guy myself.

Damn it, Hardison.

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

He wrote it about a girl that broke his heart.

Man, when I was a kid,

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

Who cares? Get to work, man.

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

Hey, how does the song go to Kiki?

Don't!

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

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

Wait, what? Did you say "sonar"?

Yeah.

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

Is that a sonar sensor?

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

before ever picking up a guitar.

Yeah, I was a regular ping jockey.

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

I really didn't wanna have to do this.

Ah, this looks very advanced for city equipment.

What agency are you working with again?

Oh, bugger all.

Carry on, gentlemen.

Oh, God, these bloody pants!

I'm coming! Hold on!

Hello, Ralphie.

Kiki.

Kiki Montgomery.

I was in the neighborhood. How have you been?

Oh, Kiki!

The music hasn't been the same without you.

Come on in. Come on. Hello.

Ralphie. No, no, Ralphie.

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

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

I really need to listen to that album.

Thanks.

You clean up very nice, Your Grace.

I barely had a minute to change.

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

He talked my bloody ear off.

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

Guards at every entrance and hallway.

Parker, what have you found?

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

so all the cameras are wired in a series.

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

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

What are you doing?

Working. Tod with an "H."

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

Oh.

Yes. Thank you for coming.

Tonight we celebrate my daughter through Alstonian diamond.

Papa, I'm not a rock.

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

Made by slave labor.

Oh, but it's beautiful.

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

Oh, Your Grace, what a pleasant surprise.

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

I took your desire to introduce your gorgeous daughter

to the aristocracy as an invitation.

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

I brought along royalty.

Please allow me to introduce Crown Prince Leratodi

and Princess Mercedeso of Lesotho.

Parker, any progress on access to Bradley?

Down the elevator to the basement.

Three guards and a Glenreader MS80 fingerprint scanner.

Gonna need Volkov's fingerprint.

Uh...

Again? Wrong place. Reception room.

- Go, shoo! - Yeah, right.

- Go! - Yeah.

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

Something's up with Teehod.

Toad. Tahody.

Your Highnesses.

Uh, President Volkov, in my country,

we do not greet each other with bowed heads

but with a raised hand of peace.

Oh, how charming!

We should take a picture. Come, come.

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

Ah.

Who knew time-honored traditions could be so itchy?

So itchy.

Lovely. Ah.

Thank you for having us, Mr. President.

Absolutely charming.

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

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

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

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

You got Volkov's print?

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

Man, I wrote that program.

Huh.

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

Wait, my program worked just fine.

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

maybe some guys to fight.

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

You could respect the experience.

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

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

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

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

I'm good.

What?

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

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

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

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Just wanted to make sure I heard you okay.

Mr. President.

Oh, the American.

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

if you really want your interests to be joined,

we can have that conversation.

Talk.

Oh, you mean, you wanna hear the intricate,

entire business proposal right now?

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

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

Hardison, Eliot, status?

All right, we're in position.

Breanna?

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

Looks like he has a key card.

I got him.

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

I had to protect his canapes from half the room.

Hey, try one of these, would you?

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

Okay.

No one's here.

There's no guards.

Just a bank of computers.

And now I see why.

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

And all the guards have linked comms.

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

Guys, no one needs to be watching these monitors.

So if you disarm the alarm system, the cameras?

It's gonna get loud and painful.

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

Restart.

Uh, we can force a restart.

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

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

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

For how long?

Uh, about 90 seconds.

So that friend has...

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

Hold that thought.

Hold? Hold? Hold what? Why?

Oh, Your Highness.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Your Highness?

I was just seeking a moment's respite.

From the patriarchy.

Masters of the universe presenting women like collectible trading cards.

But what are you doing here?

We, too, run from the patriarchy.

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

Tohd is my boyfriend.

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

And I'm a drummer in a ska band.

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

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

Actually, I think I did see your daughter.

I think she was just heading off to the restroom.

The rest? The rest?

Bathroom. Restroom. Uh, the loo.

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

Nadia, Tod with an "H."

I get it. Young hearts run free.

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

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

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

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

Wait a second!

I'm going up there.

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

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

Yes, I do.

I understand.

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

expected to do as I am told.

My brother, the Crown Prince,

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

But that also means slowing down

and being smart about things.

Yes?

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

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

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

I knew you were a sister in spirit.

What is this? Oh, yeah.

Oh! Ooh!

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

- Thank you, Your Majesty. - Yes.

That's enough, Tohd.

Ska band? Anybody else heard that? Okay.

Lovebirds are headed back to the party. Everyone ready?

It was... it my mistake.

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

Search every inch.

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

I'm here, Father.

Hey!

Where you have been?

I was just, uh...

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

That's what I did at my debut.

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everyone. Can I have your attention, everyone?

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

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming

to celebrate my daughter as she steps into the world

and represents our name.

Breanna, it's time.

Okay, system reset starts...

now.

Gentlemen, is this the secret dungeon

where you're holding a respected journalist

against his will, or is that the other hallway?

Security! Security!

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

Oh, hey, high five.

Don't do that.

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

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

Look. Whee. There you go.

Ungrateful.

Grab a guy and put him in the closet.

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

Excuse me, sir.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, hey, the program works.

That is my program.

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

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

Damn it, Hardison.

Just trying to help.

The way you helped eat my sandwich?

Quick and quiet. You have 60 seconds left.

Looking for this?

Yo.

Nice lift.

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

I... I...

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

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

Ah.

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

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

What has enough charge for that?

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

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

- Wow. - Yeah.

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

My entire body hurts.

Young people today do not value

the hard work it takes to hold up this world.

We make it so we stand above the masses.

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

Volkov's almost finished his speech.

It could be a problem.

So let us raise a glass...

Nadia!

You cannot do this.

For once in your life, stand for something.

Oh, no!

Tohd! I knew you brought him with you!

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

Ah, ladies and gentlemen, apologies.

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

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

Yes.

All right, Bradley.

Oh, thank you.

Let's get you out of here, buddy.

Yeah.

Hold that thought, fellas.

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

The elevator is our only way out.

- There you go. - Yeah.

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

We got to redirect 'em.

The system is gonna reboot in just a few seconds.

I'm thinking we should speed up plan M.

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

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

Oh.

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

Mr. President.

You do not wish to come down right now.

You must maintain your deniability.

Where are the men who guard this door?

Assisting us.

Our guest has been uncooperative.

Whatever you are doing to our guest...

Do to him as well.

Happily, sir.

No!

Whoa!

What in the bleedin' hell?

Oh, I knew you dug a basement.

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

Come on.

This is not my doing.

May I be of some assistance?

Oh, oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

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

prison cell.

That's not your business.

Actually, it is my business.

DCI Fortescue, Scotland Yard.

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

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

Ah, let's see.

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

And what's...

The UK Customs and Tax Board?

I like an eclectic mix, Ralphie.

What? Oh.

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

Ooh.

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

No, do not touch that.

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

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

Oh, I think we could call Interpol for that.

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

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

You cannot arrest me. I have diplomatic immunity.

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

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

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

Bravo.

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

Ah, piss.

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

Alstonia will be holding free and fair elections

for the first time in a generation.

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

I am so proud of you.

All that extra lift practice paid off.

I couldn't have done without you, babe.

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

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

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

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

You cleaning up?

I'm logging all the Alstonian artifacts,

making sure they get traced back to where they belong.

Smart.

You did well out there.

You mean for somebody who's not you?

No, I mean for anybody.

Including me.

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

I didn't think about changing the clock.

I didn't write that fingerprint program.

I mean, I did improve it.

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

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

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

not you showing me.

So I'm sorry.

Really.

To be fair, um...

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

Mm.

And wizened.

Did... Did you just call me old?

'Cause it sounded like you called me old.

Ooh, calling Hardison old?

Oh, I'm in on this game.

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

I mean, if the shoe hits, my brother.

What shoe?

The old man shoe.

The clogs.

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

Well, that was a fun one.

It was.

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

to your practice and your clients.

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

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

Evil lawyer, yes.

But you didn't really need a lawyer.

You just wanted someone with a little perspective.

Somebody who wouldn't compare you to the other bosses

like you kept comparing yourself.

Perhaps.

But I have a theory, too.

I did pull you back for this job.

Evil lawyer, I know.

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

No. You seemed rather keen to jump in.

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

And perhaps...

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

our Mr. Wilson.

Perhaps.

Sophie!

I'm coming!