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

I know some people who know some people.

You know I take date night very seriously.

Present.

Mmm.

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

That had not occurred to me.

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

the speed of light, hitting you in the eye.

You're gonna need soup goggles.

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

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

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

Definitely not gonna accidentally open a window,

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

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

I mean, how far away is your satellite?

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

Pssh. Peanuts.

Babe, you want to talk about this...

Speaking of peanuts, what is in the soup?

It smells like peanuts. Like a sandwich.

Chicken.

Uh-huh. It's good.

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

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

And she always said that you were the only one

that loved the art as much as she did.

I know.

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

I miss her, too.

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

I just miss her so much.

I don't want to go to this party.

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

I know, buddy. I miss her, too.

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

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

But I tell you what.

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

You can even play your game.

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

Team up.

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

Grab a drink?

We could go axe throwing.

No. They asked us not to come back.

Reroute in progress.

Hmm.

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

Take that left turn. That looks clear.

Is that...?

Safe Haven Freeport.

Although technically within the US borders,

because of tax purposes, it doesn't exist.

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

You know, as an international tax free zone,

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

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

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

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

- It's just a coincidence. - Hm.

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

because they change every 12 hours

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

"Just a coincidence," but I heard

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

but the door's surrounded by pressure sensors

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

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

That millionaire Lillian Baxter Cartland Jones

kept her collection in there.

That's a coincidence.

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

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

showing off a few of her favorite pieces.

Well, hm. In that case,

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

Yeah.

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

And the Countess Lucia Watch.

- Unpickable. - Unbreakable.

So you want to break in?

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

Let me get us on the guest list.

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

It means a lot to us.

We just hope little Mason's okay.

Thanks. Survival clauses have my head spinning.

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

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

It must still be in Lillian's vault.

Thanks, everyone, for coming tonight.

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

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

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

And that's our cue.

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

Thanks, everybody. Please enjoy the evening.

Said to wear layers.

Oh, look. Weird.

These are the suction cups people use

to move glass display cases.

Who would leave these here?

Huh. Oh, look at this!

An elevator access key.

People can be so careless.

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

Because we need a biometric scan to make it run.

But to get into the shaft...

Elevator's in the basement. Convenient.

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

Hey.

Fine.

You have to let go.

No, I'm not...

I got you!

I got...

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

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

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

Hardly, but time consuming.

The Glen reader plate is the problem.

Once you step on it, you have ten seconds

to enter the keypad code and combination.

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

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

Oh, I did write a new algorithm.

Ooh, that's exciting.

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

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

you can actually tell the difference.

Unfortunately, after I've sampled the keypad,

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

Check your voicemail.

Was you?

Here come your tones.

I'm on my last tumble.

Sue says hi.

Bartolo spent 20 years perfecting this watch for Lucia.

I'm still not sure that's sanitary.

This head is 150 million years old.

How many people can say they tasted something that old?

Not many. Babe...

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

You weren't that subtle about it.

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

How long you been planning this?

Mm. About as long as you, I bet.

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

No.

It's no big deal, though.

Just the magnetic locks, not the mechanicals.

Let me just try the code again.

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

Hands up, everybody.

Stay calm. We have taken control of the building.

This is a robbery.

If we can get the sound of the code,

Hardison can hack the keypad.

A code that's impossible to access?

In a building that's impossible to get through?

It's the Countess Lucia watch.

It's a T-Rex skull.

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

and lick that T-Rex skull?

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

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

It's on her list.

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

The exosphere.

Don't make him nervous.

"Nervous"? Ain't nobody nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, that's a pretty high bar.

Hence Freeport. Bigger security, bigger challenge.

But I need your help.

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

- On your date. - No, I promise.

But remember, it's a surprise.

So under no circumstances...

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

Got it.

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

Freeports are almost impossible to break into.

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

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

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

Yeah, Chef.

Hardison's got to serve it on a rooftop.

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

I got tickets to the basketball game.

Well, we're all pitching in.

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

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

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

- Ahh! - What?

It was your first second date since Emily.

You were excited, so I was excited.

The job's a breeze.

Three elements. We need an elevator access key,

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

- And an individualized biometric code. - And that.

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

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

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

if I cooked her a meal.

Yeah, yeah, it works. You should.

So, dear Lillian did you know her?

No, but I like her style.

Lillian Baxter Cartland Jones.

She inherited her wealth from her second husband.

And then when he popped his clog,

she dedicated herself to philanthropy,

collecting art, and marrying progressively younger men.

Respect. And Lillian's the reason why

it's not impossible to get into the building

because...

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

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

Think about it. Hook me up. Come on.

What?

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

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

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

Justin. He's our access to the vault?

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

She raised him since he was six.

He's the one with the access.

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

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

Oh, man, you missed it.

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

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

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

There's even this part in the CBD,

it's known for having Wise Swans.

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

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

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

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

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

This one's adorable.

Let's go steal a date night.

Oh, and she's a vegan.

Keep that in mind.

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

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

Okay.

- Yes! - Ooh!

- Sorry. - Yo, Wise Swan.

- Yeah. - Dude, cool!

Fire Dryad!

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

No! Come on!

Justin, get the door.

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

Am I the only person with any artistic integrity?

That monstrosity is throwing off the entire display.

Excuse me, who are you?

Sharon Hopkins, art curator.

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. Farmingworth, do you really want

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

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

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

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

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

You can't miss it. Chop chop.

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

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

Yeah. Where's Bob?

Hello?

This is Mad Dog Austin from 102.4.

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

and you are our lucky winner!

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

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

The game! I'm going to the game!

- Good for you! - Yeah!

Ahhh!

Yes. Thank you.

I wonder where they got an extra basketball ticket.

Something came up I guess.

You can go ahead and head out.

Actually, I'm cool to pull a double.

I could use the overtime.

Well, don't be silly, man.

Get home. Enjoy the evening.

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

I don't mind.

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

It's just pushing a button.

It's a two person distraction.

Besides, this is the perfect opportunity for you

to hone your conversational skills.

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

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

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

He's expecting a few more Richie Rich types.

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

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

Well, that explains marrying the tennis pro.

Hmm.

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

And her, she's a champion bridge player.

Judging by her shoes, she's a barista.

My barista has shoes just like that.

Excellent. She's your first target.

Remember, leave an open space and the mark

will fill it with what they want you to be.

Well, this is a lovely tribute to Lily.

It was perfect. She'd love it.

Oh, were you, uh, close?

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

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

so she made me executor to her will.

Yeah. At first I was shocked,

but now I think it's really cool.

Huh.

I'm actually studying to be a paralegal.

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

- Oh. - Harry Wilson.

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

Yeah. Thanks.

Survival clauses have my head spinning.

Thanks, everyone, for coming tonight.

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

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

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

Ah-choo!

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

Thanks, everyone. Enjoy the evening.

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

So Eliot, where are we with cutting the cameras?

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

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

There's something about this guy.

What, like a distinctive haircut?

It's not a distinctive anything.

That's what's so distinctive.

All right, I'm gonna cut the cameras.

Mm. About as long as you, I bet.

Uh, somebody cut the cameras.

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

Mason?

What is it?

Those two men deliberately avoiding eye contact.

Ooh. Buckle up.

There's going to be a robbery.

Hands up, everybody. Stay calm.

We have taken control of the building.

This is a robbery.

Is there a failsafe?

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

You're right.

The time for optimism has passed.

You had help?

So did you.

- Sophie. - Harry.

What's going on?

Oh, you know, getting robbed at gunpoint.

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

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

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

Pretty much.

The leader's name is Nick.

Again, we have locked all exits from the building.

There is no point in trying to go anywhere.

Phones and wallets, please.

Eliot, how did they get control of the building?

I'm gonna need a minute.

- Army? - One tour.

- All right. - Why do you ask?

Basic style. No advanced technique. Watch this.

Jimmy pulled the lockdown switch.

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

Well, the owner is stuck in here with us.

And the plot thickens. Stop licking.

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

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

Or just cut the power off.

We're running out of options.

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

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

but dust mites, dead things,

and probably some degenerative disease.

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

Almost takes your breath away.

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

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

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

Why would that be so wrong?

Dying wrapped in each other's arms

surrounded by millions of dollars worth of art.

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

Is everything okay?

I mean, aside from the obviously impending doom?

Sure.

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

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

But you hate the vents.

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

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

What is going on?

You know what else has dusty, tiny little vents?

Spaceships.

Oh...

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

But she's on her date.

- Set these... - That looks delicious.

So, do you, like, live here?

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

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

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

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

Sorry.

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

Yeah, uh...

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

Okay...

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

"Hot soup space goggles"?

A code or something?

Thank you all very much.

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

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

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

Something doesn't add up.

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

So why the penny-ante holdup?

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

While they're here robbing Nola's elite,

nobody's checking the vaults.

Bingo.

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

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

- That is kind of the point. - Try.

The question is, is there an inside man?

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

He took out massive loans to finance this place.

He might be overextended.

You're about to find out.

- Quite the party, Don. - Harry Wilson.

I haven't seen you since your firm screwed me

eight ways to Sunday on the Halsey deal.

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

Loyalty to clients.

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

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

Under normal circumstances,

we're the best place for your clients collection.

A lot of clients sell to each other.

Pieces don't even leave the Freeport.

- Anonymous through LLCs. - Mason!

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

He wandered off playing his game.

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

Eliot, Mason's gone missing.

All right, I'm on it.

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

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

Usually by choice.

Seems like I'm holding my own.

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

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

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

You don't look like a good guy.

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

Hey. Hey!

I don't have time for this.

Damn it, the kid's on the move.

Hey. Hey, hey! Wake up.

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

Listen to me. How many guys on your team?

How many guys on your team?!

- Five men. - What's the mission?

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

We're supposed to rendezvous at the loading dock.

Okay, so when you think about it,

the most valuable thing in the building is Mason.

He's the only vault owner there

and the only person whose biometrics

can open doors, even if there is a lockdown.

Oh, there you are. What happened?

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

They've been lighting up my phone.

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

The one that won the Rube Goldberg award.

Yeah. Um...

Mason left the party because of the game?

He's obsessed with it.

You collect these characters,

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

Doesn't make any sense.

Why does it make any sense?

Uh...

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

and forget the side salad. Like,

BRB.

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

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

There should not be any spirits at the Freeport.

We need to work the other guests.

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

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

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

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

Yeah. So...?

So this is our escape.

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

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

Sw-sweetie, talk to me.

What's going on in the head of yours?

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

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

Because it's me.

The satellite system runs on a programming language

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

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

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

Exactly. There's only one you.

Honey, it's gonna be okay.

Trust me.

But we need to leave

because I'm pretty sure I saw something

very large and ugly crawling up the wall.

Can't identify it. A lot of legs.

Okay, fine. I'll do the vents.

I'm not going to enjoy it.

Oh, there's some feet.

There's no dust mites in here.

Yeah!

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

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

Hey, let me out!

They locked me in here!

Did they just lock a kid inside that vault?

Hey, let me out!

Let's go get him.

Through here?

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

Oh, no, he good. He fine.

There's a biometrics panel inside the vault in case

the owner accidentally gets trapped.

You stay here, pick that lock,

I go in the vent, Mason gets us out.

Easy peasy.

Parker, love of my life,

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

Okay? None of this is easy.

And I don't even know what peasy is.

There's another layer.

I believe you chose another future.

How did you say to pick the lock?

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

I gotta go two to the right?

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

Wait. The... the layers.

Go.

- But the... - Go.

I see...

Layers.

Hey, hey! Let me out!

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

That's what the other guy said.

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

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

We hate those guys. What happened to the head?

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

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

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

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

The bad guys smashed it.

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

Come on.

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

Oh.

Hey... uh...

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

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

He gets kind of scared and cries too, sometimes.

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

Oh!

I don't know what to do.

I'm so scared.

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

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

Parker.

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

Your grandma...

She's the one who gave you a family,

made you feel safe anywhere on the planet.

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

we'll be okay."

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

that if you need her or she needs you,

you can't get to each other.

Yeah.

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

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

And I know that's really hard.

But you're not alone right now.

So... vents, please?

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

First, there is Kimberlee, barista turned will executor,

who you've already spoken to.

And then next on our list of potential inside men

is Mitzy and Bitsy Lambert, the hot sauce heiresses.

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

These things are usually so dull.

Lillian knew how to bring the drama.

Obviously that's why Justin chose Lillian over you.

Oh, Justin had a taste for a sophisticated woman.

He couldn't handle our spiciness.

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

What do you mean?

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

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

So he only got a half million in the will.

- Ah. - Bright side,

maybe he'll need a shoulder to cry on.

No. I tried to advise Farmingworth

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

You...

You look like a savvy lady.

You try cryptocurrency.

I'm expert.

Mm...

No prego.

Giovanni Tosca,

financial advisor to the rich and gullible.

He is not Italian.

So it turns out that Justin put the moves on Mitzy

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

Mm. Plot thickens.

And the fake Italian, he just confirmed that

Farmingworth's still overextended.

Mm-hmm.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience.

We are...

Jimmy's not at the meeting point. Over.

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

Well, there goes our best suspect.

That alarm is gonna call the police.

No, no. I need to find Mason!

That goes our second best.

Why would they put Mason in the vault at all?

Good question.

The next person to talk gets shot.

Harry, Sophie, I'm coming to you.

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

But this guy's getting way too antsy.

I... I got you.

Go get our people.

Kind of got the hint the second time you disappeared.

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

What is it?

I... can't tell you.

Okay.

I'm not...

No, no, no. Come on.

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

This is...

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

It... it was going great at first,

and then she got a super important tech job,

and there was investors and government security checks,

and me and my family...

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

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

So I stepped away.

But you got to be there for family.

My family kicked me out when I was twelve.

So if your family loves you,

go do your thing and call me tomorrow.

Hey!

Move!

You know, I would love to, gentlemen,

but I'm a little broken down right now.

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

Parker was right. Tasing is fun.

Guys, that dino head from Lillian's vault?

Not here.

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

Stuck.

Maybe you broke it.

I didn't break it.

You're not supposed to go through those.

Mm-hmm. Mm.

- What? - Air is moving out.

That's why it's stuck. Oh.

- What? - Nothing.

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

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

But it's totally fine.

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

Not... for a while.

Yes!

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

Um, well, uh, depending on

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

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

That doesn't sound like a lot.

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

The calmer you stay, the less air you need.

Okay?

Did your grandma bring you down here a lot?

We'd bring a picnic and sit on the floor

and she'd tell me about all the stuff.

Oh, which piece is your favorite?

- Dino head! - Yeah, me, too.

Um...

I may need to borrow your shoelaces.

Okay...

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

The oxygen being sucked out is creating a pressure differential.

It sealed the door like a vacuum.

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

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

- We need chemicals. - What?

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

It seemed to break the pressure holding it closed.

We need to blow it up.

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

What's polymerism?

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

Tie those together.

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

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

When we came in for our picnics,

she used to sneak drinks from it.

It's in the...

The drawer under the statue.

She said it got the party started.

Oh.

I like Grandma. Give me those shoelaces.

There we go.

Then this...

Wouldn't an explosion use up more oxygen?

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

Huh.

Probably don't think about this too much.

At least if I die,

I get to see my grandma again.

A, you're not gonna die.

B...

Here.

You see this? It's pretty, right?

It's just time.

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

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

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

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

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

Yep, we got it.

Go behind the pallets.

Um, are you sure about this?

Let's get this party started.

Carl, come in. Lou, come in.

Carl. Lou.

The boy is gonna die.

Your men locked that boy in the vault.

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

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

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

What the hell did you do to my men?

What the hell did you do to my men?

Yo.

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

Mason.

Mason?!

Hardison, do you have Parker?

Mason? Mason!

What? What is this doing here?

Looking for me?

Oh, thank God.

How did you know that Mason was in the vault?

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

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

But you didn't have your phone.

And the spirits don't appear on private property.

You know, Sophie, the only way for a spirit

to end up in the vault in the first place

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

Someone close.

Close enough to know it would lure him there.

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

He doesn't have a reason to kill Mason.

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

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

without telling him that Mason was in the vault.

Why would I want to hurt Mason?

Oh, that's an excellent question.

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

so you don't stand to inherit anything.

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

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

Thanks. Survivor clauses have my head spinning.

Survivor's Clause stipulates that the primary heir

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

Lillian had one.

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

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

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

But we still had questions.

What happened to the dino head?

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

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

and the mercenaries,

but you just don't have the working capital?

I mean, what was your take from the will?

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

So why not have the mercenaries steal something

and then pay them off with the proceeds?

The Waldman. That's perfect.

You wanted them to steal the Waldman painting.

But after we had it moved,

the only thing of similar value in the vault

was the dinosaur skull.

Must have been hard to make it disappear.

Or was it?

A lot of clients sell to each other.

Pieces don't even leave the Freeport.

Anonymous through LLCs.

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

so we checked the records.

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

At twice the normal rate.

I have to admit, it was a clever way

to conceal a payoff to Farmingworth.

So what? So some anonymous LLC renting a vault.

Th-that could have been anyone.

Didn't we mention that that LLC...

That new LLC was opened up with

a very unique amount of money.

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

Oh!

And when Farmingworth and Nick wake up

to learn that you were going to murder Mason

and leave them holding the bag,

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

How did you get the head back?

See, it's Bad Guy 101.

When you get a shiny, brand new vault,

change the default password.

Whee!

It's just the basics.

- Basics. - Basics.

We could have left the dinosaur head in the vault.

I mean, it is evidence against you.

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

it seemed rather gilding the lily.

Besides, it's Mason's favorite.

Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing?

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

No! You can't leave me in here.

I can't breathe!

No! Get me out!

I have asthma!

Stop!

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

tussled up like Christmas presents.

Oh, uh, if nobody minds,

I think I might grab a late-night drink,

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

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

Damn it.

Hardison,

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

then don't waste it.

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

I'm starving.

But nothing will be open this late.

I'm...

Hmm?

I worked alone for years.

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

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

Just a little appetizer.

Well, I did want tonight to be memorable.

What's going to happen to Mason?

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

Social services is.

And I made a call.

Mason may have lost a grandma,

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

And he gave me this.

I don't want you to go to space.

I mean, I want you to go to space.

But what if you need me?

Babe, I always need you.

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

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

Or I can have Breanna start working on trajectories

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

The idea of me being further away from you

than I already have been is...

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

we don't need date nights to be together.

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

We are Parker and Hardison.

Pardison.

Always and anywhere.

Time and space mean nothing to us.

We're like the Doctor.

We're like two Doctors.

Like a Christmas special with multiple Doctors.

Yes, we are.

Okay.

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

because tonight was a lot.

Yes. Thank you!

Wait. No! Uh... Wait.

All right. It's crazy. Whatever.

What can I help you with?

Help me prove the explosion wasn't an accident.

Paul was killed by Austin Kirlander.

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

Largest private security companies in operation today.

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

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

a bean and cheese burrito.

Don't!