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It's the perimeter alarm.

Control room, report. What set off that alarm?

Nothing on the camera, sir.

No, I knew getting Ramsey was too easy.

He must have accomplices. Lock down the building.

Control room, initiate lockdown protocols.

All units, we are searching the whole museum.

Repeat, initiate a search of the entire building.

Okay. That alarm is museum-wide

and I can't turn it off.

I thought you said you had control of security?

I have control over the security cameras.

Secondary security is on a whole different system.

I can see it. I just... I can't touch it.

And the security gates are closing everywhere.

We should move now.

You don't have to tell me twice.

Sophie, let's go.

Sophie!

Hey.

If they catch us, it's over.

Oh.

It's no use. I can't force it.

There's nothing for me to pick.

- What about the vents? - No, this is the original

part of the building. Vents are too small.

What about the service areas?

If you can get access to the security control room,

we can use the override code there.

You have an override code?

No, not me but the curator, Dunbar.

He has a code forwarded to him daily.

Also, that would give me access

to the archival footage,

so I can see how Wilde stole this crown.

Okay. Parker, Harry, you get to the security room.

Breanna, get that code from the curator.

- Me? But... - Kid,

you're the only one that can.

Right now, you are Leverage.

I get to do the vents.

I've never done the vents before.

Yay, a newbie. Fun for me.

I'm Leverage.

Me? Little ol' me?

Or I could be someone else.

Look, I just stepped out for one second.

I just needed some fresh air.

Copy.

Please watch where you are going.

- Please. - So sorry.

Actually, could you help me?

I'm looking for Phineas Dunbar, the curator.

I just wanted to ask a few questions.

Yeah, I'm not talking to press today.

Oh, you're Dunbar.

You took down international criminal Ramsey?

Well, as curator of the museum,

you must have been quite instrumental.

Yes. I guess I was instrumental.

Can't I just ask a few questions?

Yes, yes. Go on. Yeah. Make it quick, then.

First, let me take a selfie. My friends are gonna die.

Lovely.

Every damn exit's got a gate on it.

What did you mean, you knew he'd try something?

What?

You said you knew he'd try something.

What did you mean?

Billy the Jet,

when we did that job for his daughter.

I asked him what really went on between you and Wilde.

We don't go prying into each other's pasts, Eliot.

Yeah.

I needed to know.

What could he have possibly told you

- that you needed to know? - I needed to know

how much he hates you.

Billy does.

He really hates you, Sophie.

You couldn't see it

because you gave him another chance.

And now, your team...

is in danger.

Okay. We accessed the vents of the new construction.

Check the schematics.

Okay. You're approaching the control room now.

Oh, my gosh, you should've seen it.

It was the perfect lift.

It was like I was like a genetically modified hybrid

between both you and Sophie.

I've never felt more powerful.

You know, I think I'm doing a pretty good job

for my first time in the vents.

See, I told you, vents are fun.

You know, they really are.

These walls are not as close as I thought.

They're not as close as you think.

They are close, though.

Are they getting closer?

I'm okay.

It's like you're getting an MRI except you're trapped.

- Hey. - Or like being in a maze

but you can't ever find your way out.

What's happening to me?

Yep, he's got the venties.

- The venties? - The vent shakes.

This is why I have Hardison and Eliot

do vent practice and they're like,

- "Oh, it's so hard." - How do I stop this?

- I'm not enjoying this. - You can't.

You hyperventilate then you pass out.

And then in ten years when they renovate,

- they find your body. - Oh, God.

Parker. Bad pep talk.

It's fine. As long as he doesn't try

- to turn around, it's okay. - I'm stuck.

Oh, here we go.

Harry, vents are like life.

The way out is through.

Actually, keep doing that.

Panicking?

Help! You leaving? Stay with me!

I'm in. Send me the codes.

Okay. 27, alpha, niner.

Hurry though because I have Astrid in my camera,

and she is one corridor away from Sophie and Eliot.

Got it.

Let's go.

Okay. Now I'm sending you the instructions

to give me access to the archival footage.

Done.

- Time to go. - What about Harry?

He should be passing out right about...

To be honest, it's easier this way.

Besides, I've got smelling salts.

All clear. Checking the fourth floor

north corridor now.

Why is this gallery open?

Check the rest of this hall now.

Commander Davies, call in all available agencies.

MI6, FBI, everyone. There's been another robbery.

MI6.

- Huh? - Huh?

It's a very distinctive search pattern.

We need to get out of the open.

You think?

FBI.

We go halfway around the world

and we're still hiding from the FBI.

Yeah, well, our death funds terrorism.

- I knew that. - Yeah, okay.

But with everything going on the last couple of weeks,

they were bound to pay attention.

We gotta get out of here before they establish

- jurisdiction. - And go where? Parker?

What's our way out of the museum?

A little busy. Cops are blocking off the exits

and the service areas in this side of the museum.

Breanna, you're the only one with eyes.

- What do you see? - Nothing good.

Hallway is full of law enforcement.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh. What do you mean uh-oh?

You can't just say uh-oh and then not follow up.

Okay. The Metropolitan Police,

they set up a perimeter around the whole museum.

So even if I could find a way to get you out of the building,

I don't think I can get you past them.

Breanna, where is the security

thinnest on the perimeter?

Maybe the garage?

It's the furthest point from their base camp

and from the front entrance where all the folks

in the stiffest uniforms are just standing around.

- Parker? - It's not far from here.

- We can get there. - But we can't.

All right? We gotta go through checkpoints

with three different law enforcement agencies

before we even get to the docks.

You're still peeved about the British accent.

It is massive, not missive.

I think I got it right, governor.

I have a plan.

Breanna, I'm texting you a list of IDs we're gonna need.

And what about the police?

Okay. I think I can handle them.

I just need Harry's help.

Go on.

Commander, I need to speak with Ramsey immediately.

He's already been taken to the station for processing.

Then I'll have to meet him there.

The Maharaja's Crown is missing,

and considering the international thief

and smuggler Ramsey was just in the building,

I wanna know what he knows about it.

No need for Ramsey.

I can assist.

And you are?

Inspector Pickford, this is Arthur Wilde,

our consultant.

He has a rather specific knowledge

- of the Maharaja's Crown. - Oh, yeah? How's that?

I know everything Ramsey knows about the Crown

and one or two things he doesn't,

on account of how I helped him try to steal it

- the first time around. - Pardon?

Mr. Wilde has been quietly

consulting with the Metropolitan Police

in the art world since his release from prison.

Ramsey and his coconspirators sent me to prison

for that theft 20 years ago,

and I'd very much like to return the favor

before they escape this very fine building.

So they're still here?

I thought I saw a thief known as Parker earlier.

She thinks she's my nemesis.

She is one of them.

However, Lady Astrid,

there's also someone you know much, much better.

Knock, knock.

Phew. That was expedient.

Yeah, well, I didn't feel much like talking.

- Breanna, we're in. - Good, okay.

Cops are crawling on four but minimal on the third so far.

We have a decent printer.

It's not much for costumes but I can work with it.

- Do you have those IDs ready? - Coming at you now.

I do have to warn you though, these are a little slapdash.

There is no way that agents aren't

gonna be able to spot a forgery

- of their own badges. - Well, it's a good thing

they won't be looking at the real badges.

And also, I've scanned

that archival footage of the Crown exhibit.

It's blank during the whole time of the robbery.

Wilde must have had someone block the cameras.

Did Harry get you what you need?

Oh, crap. Uh...

Yes. I'm on my way now.

Okay.

All right. Eliot, I'm gonna need packing tape,

the widest you can find, a file folder, and your wallet.

Wait. Why do you need my wallet?

To hold the badges in. Keep up.

Don't ruin my wallet with your stupid arts and crafts.

Look, I'm sorry.

Not for the wallet.

I just...

I really wanted to believe that my past was fixable,

and I didn't see him coming.

Sophie, Sophie.

Stop.

Arthur found your weak spot.

And you know what, it's a good weak spot.

You and Parker, Hardison and Nate,

you guys went all in on becoming better people,

and you brought me along for the ride.

You're a bunch of walking second chances,

and that is why you believed Arthur

deserved another shot

because you are...

redeemed.

So are you.

No.

No, I will never be redeemed,

and I made peace

with that a long time ago.

And that's what makes it very hard

for people like Wilde to get one over on me.

I know I may never be deserving of a second chance.

I appreciate

the opportunity to be useful.

Which of you lot said that we should meet urgently?

That would be my office, Commander Davies.

Harriet Wilson. I'm a lawyer representing

a client of supreme importance.

And none of these cops can be here right now.

An American?

Well, I'm a corporate lawyer.

My client pays for the very American work ethic

of me being at his beck and call 24/7.

Right.

Well, these officers are here

because of an ongoing incident at the museum.

They cannot be moved.

Do you know the real reason

MI6 is on site today?

This garage is shared by other buildings,

one of which is housing my client

known as unindicted corporate conspirator number one.

MI6 has come to transfer my client to a new location.

But if my client sees these cops here,

he might consider it a personal threat.

And my client

takes threats to his personal safety

very personally.

So what do you say? It's almost shift change.

We let these guys go 15 minutes early,

we'll be in, out, you won't even see us.

Men, go take your lunch.

Fifteen minutes.

I am so proud of you. That was fantastic.

Yeah, I'm proud of you too. Come on.

No, no, no.

Do I have to?

In the vent, Harry.

Don't be a baby.

That's it. When we get home, you're starting vent practice.

You know I'm leaving, right?

I'm joining another firm and I'm leaving.

Yeah, right. Keep moving.

I bought you 15 minutes. I'll meet you

in the parking garage with the food truck.

Excuse me. No one should be here.

Maddie Swanson, Interpol. I'm taking this guard

to Inspector Pickford for questioning.

It seems someone fell asleep at their station.

- Let me advise my superior. - Oh.

Good idea, Einstein.

Let's keep Inspector Pickford waiting.

She's really understanding like that.

Come on.

Well, just say it with me.

Trammer. Trammer.

Shut up.

- Trammer. - Rick Foley?

You're kidding me?

Hey, Rick Foley, FBI. Yeah.

Caught this restoration expert huddling upstairs.

Ooh. I heard all them alarms going off,

and I thought there had been an alien invasion.

I'm gonna take her down to Commander Davies

and have her debriefed.

What? An alien debrief?

Yeah, an alien debrief.

Unit two, heading to second floor.

Breanna, we're almost to the parking garage.

Cutting it close. Davies and the next shift

will be here any minute.

- Where's Parker and Harry? - Never.

I'm never gonna get in another vent again with you

as long as I live, and you cannot make me.

Don't disparage the vents, Harry.

This amount of museum security means

that those vents are your mother, your lover,

- your very best friend. - I wanna go home.

All right. Well, let's make that happen. Let's go.

Wait, wait, wait.

This amount of security?

Breanna, the video feed of the theft was static, right?

What about when Wilde left the building?

From what I saw, he went out the front

in the chaos of the arrest.

Was he carrying anything?

No, he was empty-handed.

We can't leave.

The Crown is still in the museum.

No, Sophie. We gotta get you to safety.

No. We know Wilde wants to take me down,

but he wants to humiliate me by putting me in prison

without the Crown ever having left the museum.

But if we find the Crown...

We put it back.

We turn Wilde's humiliation back on himself.

Mm-hmm. Does anybody else think this sounds like a trap?

I do. I hate this idea. Sophie, let's go home.

Let's regroup. Let's live to fight Wilde another day.

No.

We are taking Arthur Wilde down today.

Guys, we staying or we going?

Because in about 15 seconds, I have to move this truck

before Davies and the second shift arrived.

We're staying. Parker,

find out how Wilde got in and out of the building.

He would've needed a pass or inside help.

- Dibs on Harry. - Oh. I'm flattered.

I thought after all the stumbling in the vents,

you wouldn't pick me.

Oh, no. You're terrible.

But you have other uses.

Okay. Thank you.

Breanna, stay with the truck.

Give us coverage with the cameras.

And since I moved the truck, I had to sever

the connections I had to the camera.

It'll take some time to get back up.

We're gonna be exposed.

We'll manage. Get back to where you were

and reestablish the link.

Okay. Reestablish, okay.

We need to search every plausible place

that Wilde could've hidden that crown.

Well, that's not gonna be easy because the whole place

is still on lockdown.

I got this.

Hello, Mom.

Okay. Just give me a second

to reestablish the connection.

Oh.

- Hey. What'll you have? - You can't park here.

I was parked here five minutes ago.

We are dealing with an active investigation.

You...

Sorry, do I know you?

Did a tour in Afghanistan.

- You? - Well, yes.

But before your time.

Listen, I'm not here to make a profit.

Boys in blue are working hard.

Thought I'd set you guys up with some tea and crumpets.

What do you say, fellas? Tea's on me.

All right.

Look, you take care of that active investigation.

I got these guys.

Astrid.

- It's been... - Twenty years.

I didn't recognize you before. I should have.

But I forget how well you pretend.

That's close enough, thanks.

You're so grown up.

Did you expect me to stay ten forever,

waiting for the weekends I'd spend with you and father?

Of course not.

I always knew you'd become someone special.

Does your man think he can really take on five of mine?

That has been the case in my experience.

Right. All the more reason to call for backup.

Please, just wait and let me explain.

I don't need you to explain.

I pieced it together a long time ago.

You worked for Ramsey, you married my father

because he told you to, and then you left.

I didn't marry your father because I was told to.

I did run from Ramsey.

I ran for my life.

And it was safer to cut off all ties.

Safer for whom?

And I did reach out... in my way.

By the way, you almost missed that hard drive in the Yorker,

the one with the evidence of the archaeological looting.

- How did you... - Astrid,

I know you spent your life hunting

the man responsible for destroying your father,

- but that is... - I never wanted Ramsey.

I've been looking for you.

Do you know the last thing you told me?

I had just failed a maths exam,

and you said we needed a girls' day

and took me to play tourist at the Tower of London?

To visit the Crown Jewels.

Afterwards, you pressed a diamond

into my hand and said I should never let anyone

put limits on me.

And the next day, you were gone.

I knew Charlotte Prentice.

From her, I found Catherine Clive,

Christie Conley, Annie Croy.

Always a step behind.

I don't even know your name.

I'm Sophie.

Sophie Devereaux.

You have no reason to trust me.

But my team and I are being framed,

and if you just give me a chance,

I'll find the Crown,

and I'll deliver the real culprit.

And then what?

I'm supposed to just let you walk free?

And then I'll let you decide.

I think she should decide right now.

Inspector Pickford, come in.

Decision made.

Oh, this is a bad plan.

You see the officer talking notes?

They've been collecting data on the guards' movements,

trying to retrace steps.

I'm going to steal those notes,

cross-reference what we already know,

and find the gap Wilde exploited to steal the Crown.

You just have to distract them.

Okay. One small problem with that plan, Wilde is here.

You play him. Get out of there.

I am already getting. Ah!

Mr. Jesterton?

Jesterton, yes. Art insurance investigator,

as we've already established.

You threw a tub over my head

to stop me from calling the police.

Let's talk in here. Come with me. Come with me.

What exactly were you doing in that gallery with Ramsey?

Actually, what are you doing here now?

Covert ops. I'm not an art investigator,

I'm with the FBI.

I see, but you've been here for a few days.

The, uh, FBI just got here.

We embedded him early

when we got wind of the plot against the museum.

Clarice Starling, FBI.

Inspector Pickford thought there might be an inside man.

Inside man? Well, that's impossible.

I've, uh, vetted all the staff here personally myself.

That's right. So tell me,

can you account for your whereabouts

when the Crown went missing, Mr. Dunbar?

Me?

I was with you, wasn't I? Hmm?

Come on, I can prove I was nowhere near the Crown,

you can, uh, you can... you can track me.

Just, uh...

where's my ID?

Your museum ID? You think it's gone?

Yes. And also my phone.

My phone and ID are both missing.

- You getting on this, Breanna? - Loud and clear.

Wilde must have lifted Dunbar's pass.

Uh, staff IDs have trackers

so they can tell who's working where.

More tea, please.

Shut up, you wankers!

I'll put the kettle on.

I'm sorry.

I don't like this.

Yeah, well.

This is the way it has to be.

Hey, guys? Since I downloaded

the archive of security footage,

I got the movements of all the museum's IDs.

I know where Wilde hid the Crown.

Where?

In the Hanover Wing.

We've got the map.

Who are the others? FBI? MI6?

It's all the above.

All right. So it's gonna take

at least another ten minutes to reestablish

a connection with the cameras, so you're gonna be

crossing into the Hanover Wing exposed,

and they will spot you.

Handled it, put my best man on it.

So you were both on duty during the robbery,

and yet you saw nothing?

Very suspicious.

Yes, yes. Very suspicious.

Dr. Dunbar, we followed all the clues.

The inside man is in this room.

Well, it wasn't me. I swear.

Well, was it you, George? Hmm?

- Was it? George, answer me! - No.

Look at me in the eyes and tell me, was it you?

Was it you who did this?

Okay, that takes care of problem one.

Problem number two is, can I get through these guys

fast enough before they call reinforcements?

Oh, I got you covered.

Like you're always telling me, the supreme art of war

is to subdue your enemy without fighting.

Did I say...? No... but, damn it...

Hey, guys. We're looking for a stolen crown.

How you feeling?

Listen, just have a seat. There it is. Take it easy.

Stop playing with the guys.

I don't want this. You shouldn't drink this either.

Oh, my God. Who did this to you?

Oh.

It was her!

My stepmother.

You said I couldn't trust her, you were right.

She has always, always been out for herself.

When she framed me 20 years ago.

When she left you.

Let me up.

She doesn't care about anybody else.

- We have to stop her. - Don't worry.

I know exactly where she's gonna be.

Hold on!

Oi! You lot, follow me!

Come on!

Now.

All right. I believe this might be

the last of them.

It's not in there.

Well, the Crown is a three-dimensional object,

so he would have had to hide it inside of something.

Well, it could be under one of these benches

or one of these stupid statues.

Let's keep looking.

I don't believe this.

I've worked here for 12 years!

So you were the first person I hired?

How could you betray me?

What the hell is going on in here?

Inspector Pickford is missing,

half my units have been slipped a Mickey,

and you lot aren't responding!

And who's turned off all the cameras?

Me? Oh!

Oh! I'm sorry.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm just trying to help.

Wait.

This used to be a recessed alcove.

They must have built over it. There's a cavity there.

And Arthur Wilde is nothing, if not a cliche.

Ooh.

Your Highness.

Oh.

Can we go?

That's far enough.

You're under arrest.

You...

Thank you.

I believe you've been looking for this, Lady Astrid.

Thank you.

One moment.

I'm so very grateful you came to London, Sophie.

Because now you can go to prison for stealing the Crown,

like you should have 20 years ago.

Astrid, no.

Astrid, please don't do this.

Astrid, I love you.

You don't love anyone but yourself.

Be extra careful with this lot.

They are extremely dangerous.

Got one more.

I don't have anything to do with this, Phineas.

- You know me. - I didn't say anything

about your missing ID badge or about your phone.

Please, shut up!

Come on, take this impostor away!

Mr. Wilde, I cannot thank you enough for your help.

My most sincere pleasure. What happens now?

We take the Crown to the station,

process it as evidence, and the museum has to reset

its security system, should take a few minutes.

But after that, everything will be back to normal.

That's the Home Office, excuse me.

Of course.

Good luck, Inspector.

Finally.

I hope you enjoyed the theatrics.

Your skills have improved overtime,

- but just not enough. - How did you...?

Once we figured out that the Crown

was still in the museum,

it wasn't difficult to decipher where.

How did he overwrite the internal pressure sensors?

- We didn't turn them off. - He want...

he wants to humiliate me by putting me in prison

without the Crown ever having left the museum.

And the ultimate humiliation would be the Crown

never having moved at all until you came to take it.

Then Interpol would give the fake crown

back to the museum.

Sophie and her team would be in prison,

and you'd have the real one.

You believed her?

She's family.

Make it get tighter than that.

It's gonna cut off your circulation.

If it's too loose, he'll know it's a trap,

so make it tighter.

I assume you've done this before.

You would never have risked stealing the Crown

until we were out of the picture.

So we showed you what you wanted to see.

We followed your just-difficult-enough clue path,

from stealing Dunbar's ID to that half-decent forgery

you put up in the Hanover Gallery.

Half decent? That was an excellent forgery.

To a layperson, maybe.

But we're professionals.

And the police who arrested you all?

As I said...

professionals.

All of us.

I'm on the phone all day with the international teams.

Now they wanna come to London and punch necks.

Ma'am?

Go take your lunch.

Fifteen minutes.

Parking garage is cleared,

international team's ready to go.

Copy that, Breanna.

Ready to step in as the next shift.

Well then, lads, we're up.

Oi! You lot! Follow me.

Come on! Now!

You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.

Arthur Wilde, or whatever your real name happens to be,

you are under arrest

for art forgery and attempted theft.

Well, congratulations.

You've taken me down. Twice.

You get to keep being superior to everyone.

Stepping on those around on you.

Leaving nothing but damage in your wake.

Arthur, 20 years ago, I should've spoken up for you.

I admit it.

But I am not to blame for how your life turned out.

Every choice you've made since then has been yours alone.

You really do think you're better than me.

I am better than you.

I'm a better criminal and a better person,

and you tried to exploit that.

And so I am done feeling guilty about our past.

Don't worry, I'll make some calls,

you won't be lonely in prison, not with Ramsey as a cellmate.

No. No, no, no. You can't do that.

Sophie? Sophie?

Sophie! Sophie!

Reminiscing about the good old days?

Just remembering that little girl.

She was reserved at first,

as you'd expect with a new stepmother,

but then so loving.

Her default was happiness.

I worried that someday,

someone would come along and break that spirit.

Turns out it was me.

Is that from that day at the Tower?

I never let anyone put limits on me.

Although I should... I should probably

get it back to the Tower now, somehow.

I have people that can arrange that.

Although...

if you're gonna arrest me,

you should probably do it yourself.

It's your choice, Astrid.

I will go along with whatever you decide.

So I searched Sophie Devereaux

in Interpol's database...

and not five minutes later, I got a call

from section chief James Sterling.

- Oh. - Yes.

Telling me that I've done so well here,

I'm... I'm being promoted.

And that I should forget the paperwork

and just head on over to my new job.

Well, that is an interesting development.

So... I have a plane waiting.

But keep in touch this time, and not from afar.

Good luck, Astrid.

Checked in with the international teams,

everyone's back home. Next reunion,

we're going somewhere by the beach.

Good, because I need about a week

to recover from this British food.

Hey, I can make you a cup of tea.

I'm never drinking anything that you make me again.

I learned from the best.

- Oh, shut it. - Harry.

Before you leave, can we entice you to a cold beer?

Sorry, but I got a teenage daughter who,

judging by her lack of texts, didn't miss me at all.

But I did miss a call from that pro bono firm,

and I gotta call them back.

I was gone longer than I anticipated, so...

I already took care of them.

- And by take care of them... - Oh no,

I don't mean I stabbed them. I, I just...

I turned that... turned that job down for you.

- Seriously? - Parker.

I'm taking the job with the firm.

I am not a criminal.

Yes, you are. And that's okay.

Look, you tried to leave and then you came back,

and now you're thinking about trying to leave again

because you wanna be a good guy, but here's the thing.

There's a lot of good guys out there doing their best.

But, it's not a lot of good-bad guys.

Hmm? I think the world could use a lot more of those.

You're part of the team, Harry.

Stop being so wishy-washy.

Uh, to be honest, this is a lot more fun.

Part of the team.

And vent practice isn't actually that bad.

Yes. All right, yeah. That sounds good.

Hey. Did I miss the bit

where Parker convinces Harry to stay permanently?

Well, there wasn't much talking, but yes.

Good. Well, I'm glad you're sticking around.

Keep you from veering, I thought you have

any blind spots left.

Well, thanks to you...

no, to all of you, actually.

I could really use a break.

I was hoping to catch up with Astrid somewhere

without extradition.

Hey, guys!

- Hey yo, what's up? - Hardison.

Look, I know you could do it. I knew it.

I'm so proud of you. Hey!

He's right on time to help out

with absolutely nothing.

Hey. You gotta come home quick.

We're running out of orange soda.

I'm sorry, excuse you?

No, there is no orange soda on purpose

because it's disgusting.

I told you about touching my soda.

Hardison, when are you getting back to us?

Yeah. Uh, about that.

So, um, little situation,

I talked to the guys who sent me up here,

pretty sure they forgot about me.

They said they can't launch a rocket

for rendezvous for about another,

- hmm, two months. - Oh.

- What? - Two months? That sucks!

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, two whole months.

So I was thinking, uh, y'all could come get me.

Oh. Well, no...

well, we just got back from a trip, we're jetlagged.

Yeah, I have stuff to do for two months.

You should just stay up there, man. You know, chill out.

We'll continue to take care of all the hard work down here.

Hey, whoa, hold up, hold up.

Look, I got a plan now, just hear me out.

Parker, babe, you always wanted to break into NASA, right?

Come on. Sophie, I got your whole backstory, everything.

Look, you are a cosmonaut

who's stuck in a Cold War mentality.

You ain't never done it. Come on.

Hey, you guys wanna try

that new restaurant down the street?

I could probably get us a reservation.

- I do. - I'm famished.

Anything other than bangers and mash.

Oh, stop going on about British food. It's fine!

Guys! Hey, no, no!

No! No! No! Please, no.

Look, I can't take another freeze-dried meal.

I can't. Tastes like baby powder.

I done missed three DC movies. Three!

I don't know what's going on. Who's fighting who?

Guys, please come here. I'm desperate.

Help your boy, help your boy.

Hey, man.

You had me at zero gravity, homie.

Aha!

You had me at breaking into NASA.

You had me at launching a rocket.

There wasn't really a new restaurant down the street.

All right. Come on, then.

Walk us through your plan.

So, we start in Houston.

Breanna, you're gonna need an astrophysics degree.