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I appreciate it.

That was the theater
company. I told them to wait.

I mean, I can't leave now
with all this going on.

How long have you been standing here?

I just got here.

I was watching.

It's in the news because
the funerals were today.

One of the victims' wives gave me a hug.

Have you heard from Harry?

No, but can you blame him
after everything that happened?

Ethan Bradford blew up an oil rig

and killed five innocent
workers to win a court case.

What are we gonna do to him?

Fire fixes everything.

Parker, you do not want to kill Ethan.

Yes, I do. I wanna kill a lot of
people, all the time. I just don't.

- If Ethan mysteriously dies...
- In a fire.

Or he could go headfirst
down a staircase.

While on fire.

- If Ethan mysteriously dies...
- In a fire.

... we don't get to
prove anything he did.

Nobody gets a penny.

Not the workers' families or
the original lawsuit victims.

All right, then you tell me
how he pulled this off, huh?

We were the first ones on and
the last ones off that rig.

It was a worm.

It's a variation of Stuxnet.

A computer worm that somebody used

to burn out the centrifuges
in an Iranian uranium refinery.

Most computer viruses, they
just screw with your software.

The Stuxnet family was the first
able to manipulate hardware.

This one overheated
the rig drills and boom.

Found traces of the worm in the
data we scraped from the rig.

Well, that's proof of who did it.

Well, no, that's proof that it happened.

Like finding a bullet
tells you a gun went off,

but who pulled the trigger?

If we find the source code of
the worm from who executed it,

we can use the traces from the oil rig

to prove that they're somehow connected.

Like matching the scratches of
a bullet to the barrel of a gun.

Okay, well, Bradford's not
exactly a computer nerd.

Hey, hey, we have reclaimed that term.

Somebody is helping him.

Yes.

And it's R.I.Z. Security.

Well-dressed muscle for
the rich and powerful,

also bills themselves as a
crisis management company.

Our favorite boss lady, Bligh,

arrived at R.I.Z.'s New Orleans
office in the middle of the trial.

She never left.

And they have a huge
cybersecurity department.

Well, the code is in there.

Yeah, I'd bet my 50th anniversary
sonic screwdriver on that.

- Breanna.
- Oh!

Really good job.

Mysterious death postponed.

Pull up the specs on
the R.I.Z. building.

Work out a plan to hit them.

Uh, that could take a while.

Well, then take your
time, but do it right.

They weren't really gonna
kill that guy, were they?

Eliot? No.

Parker?

You heard the man.

Take your time. Do it right.

Fortescue.

Mm.

Shall I?

Ah.

Merci.

Switching cars in three, two, one...

I'll be in the server
room in three minutes.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, you're early.

I am early.

I'll tell you what, though.

You make a break for it now,

you can beat the rush to the
bear claws in the break room.

I do like bear claws.

All right.

If Hardison could see me now.

I'm accessing the video hard drives.

Right, but we cannot kill the cameras.

That'll set off the alarm.

R.I.Z. security is tight.

The best we can do is erase that video.

Sophie, they think you're
meeting is in room 207.

The cybersecurity administrator's
office is right around the corner.

Any incriminating emails
will be on their computer.

Ms. Fortescue.

I'm so sorry. Things have
just been a bit crazy today.

A security firm like R.I.Z. having
a crazy day is not very reassuring.

Ms. Bligh's in the building. She
upped all our security protocols.

Interesting.

All right, I'm at the server room
door. Kill the sensors inside.

Got it.

Wait, wait, wait, I don't have it.

Any security overrides must
be approved by Alexandra Bligh.

Hmm, didn't see that coming.

Breanna, see what you can
do with the motion sensors.

- I'm working on the door.
- And we're gonna be in 207.

Ah. Oh, ladies' room?

Before we get started.

Around the corner. I'll
just wait right here.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

No unaccompanied guests.

Ms. Bligh instituted the rule today.

- That's gonna be a problem.
- Yes.

Guys, I'm working on the
motion sensors. Almost there.

I'm so sorry.

No, Breanna, the question is
not, What did you do wrong?

The real question is, Why is
Alexandra Bligh increasing security now

when she's already got
away with the crime?

Is there a big glass door on your specs?

What? No.

Smells bulletproof.

Strike two. It's completely empty.

What the hell? That's the office.

Are we staying or are we going?

Too much of the plan has changed.

Can I help you?

Yes, you can.

Kayley Manners, from the DC office.

I'm here to meet the cyber team, but...

Oh, Ms. Bligh moved all that stuff

up to the new secure 20th
floor, with the servers.

Um, elevators are down the hall.

Thanks, I'll head right up.

Hey, man, where's your new ID?

Oh, I got the...

You know, the biometric one.

You know, the one Bligh
said we had to get.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Getting my free taser.

Wait!

Don't have this one yet.

Sophie, we gotta go.

This is an apple
fritter, not a bear claw.

I'll meet you at the backup exit.

Oh, Ms. Fortescue, I
wanted to introduce you.

There you are.

I wanted to ask you about
these shell corporations,

in particular this one here...

There's no doubt.

According to tax records,

Harry Wilson started working
for R.I.Z. two days after trial.

The situation with his ex.

I mean, he was compromised
for the whole con.

Explains why he cut
off all contact with us.

He wasn't sad, he was just
going back to being evil Harry.

But why wouldn't they hire him?

A corrupt fixer of 20 years.

He knows the law, money
laundering, politics inside and out.

But he's gone against R.I.Z.

Yeah, and proven himself.

Company like that, a person like Bligh,

they look at that as an audition.

He recognized me.

We were this close together,
and he let me walk away. Why?

No, we're not having
this conversation again.

He lied to us before, and we let it
slide because he was your project.

Not everybody can be saved.

Look, the fact is, is
he was on the dark side.

He slid back. It happens.

Some people can't resist the temptation.

But if he's been working
with them for two months,

maybe he knows something, right?

Maybe he can tell us all about new
security or what R.I.Z. is up to.

All right, let's do this.

Let's go steal our Mr. Wilson.

- Ooh, pirate hat!
- No.

All right, what is this place?

Power substation of the Southeast grid,

in theory owned by Southern
Power Solutions Incorporated,

but they've got some funky
stuff with their ownership chain.

Exactly the kind of
corporate shell company

that our Mr. Wilson excels at.

Good, so we agree, Harry's doing
bad things for bad people again.

Bring him back in one piece.

Well, I'm not gonna promise that, man.

Maybe two, three large
pieces at the most.

Okay, there's a side walkway.

Just let me blank the
camera. One second.

Can't you kill the cameras?

And...

Got it.

What was the problem there, Breanna?

I'm not sure.

It was just harder than
it should have been.

Something's weird about this system.

That's not the way I see it at all.

Not the way I see it at all.

Anybody got a theory on why
Harry's talking to Ethan Bradford?

Two mysterious deaths with one stone.

Parker. Answers, not vengeance.

What, didn't you see the
sign when we walked in?

It says "112 days without an accident."

They're due.

I don't know why
Alexandra had to send you.

To make sure no one figures
out what you're up to.

Like I already did.

And then beat you so
badly in open court,

you had to blow up an oil
rig just to save your ass.

Now do you see why she sent for me?

You know, the plan to blow up that rig

was made way before you showed up.

Or didn't she share that with you?

This is my project. I am the face of it.

And you are not taking any of my credit.

Why don't you give me
those security protocols

and let me get back to work?

You're a lawyer, what the hell
do you know about security?

Oh, I just spent the last
eight months working with a crew

that take people like
you apart for breakfast.

I'm not just a lawyer anymore.

Next time, let's meet at R.I.Z.
You can wait for me in my office.

It's the one with the nice view

and the $10,000 custom-made desk.

Maple. From Canada.

Hand-carved.

Did he see us?

I don't care.

Breanna, cut the feeds.

I'm trying, but there's...

there's somebody else in the system.

This is not security,
guys. This is way tougher.

Maybe R.I.Z. on top of theirs?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

How did you... Oh, right. You're you.

I can explain! I can explain.

Guys, something is
actively fighting me here.

The electricals are fluctuating.

- Somebody else is in the system.
- What are you up to?

You gotta get out of
here before it happens.

Fault in system four.
Security to system four.

Okay, I got three security
teams coming your way, one exit.

I'm going around the
front, try to distract them.

Wait.

I know this code.

I know who this is.

Over here!

Parker!

Eliot!

Come with me if you wanna live.

Appreciate that.

Let's go.

What is this exactly?

It's supposed to be a
mild power fluctuation

to cover me installing my hardware taps.

- Hey, babe.
- So we're not killing Harry?

That was a discussion point?

Breanna, I'm tossing you
control of the security system.

Yep, got it.

Uh, pop the motion
detectors in section five.

I'll kill the alarm here.

Not here. Next sector.

Stop. You keep interrupting
me, all right? That's not...

I mean, what, you mad
'cause you're the only one

supposed to get a cool entrance?

- Huh? What?
- I thought it was cool.

I'm not debating the
coolness of the entrance!

Well, I appreciated the theatricality.

- And I almost got you!
- Hey, kid, look...

Hey. My point is, it's not
cool to keep us out of the loop.

I'm guessing that was
someone else's doing.

R.I.Z. had encountered each of you,

except for Hardison, when we all met.

Given the time he spent
away from the crew,

it seemed like there was
enough wiggle room to reach out,

ask for help, without
any risk to my cover.

And yes, it was a cover.

Look, we had to assume that
R.I.Z., even if they trusted him,

was still monitoring his
phone and computer usage.

That means any text or email
to any of you, game over.

So you couldn't give us a heads-up.

I mean, I was 99% sure they
couldn't tie me to Harry,

but I wasn't 100%, right?

Didn't wanna make any moves till we
got the information that we wanted.

So no phone, no computer.
How did you communicate?

Kids, they never think about paper.

They never do.

I got Harry a subscription
to a bunch of pet magazines.

"Cats, Cats, Cats"?

"Dog Dude."

"Pony Fans"? That one was
not what we thought it was.

- I done told you, I apologize.
- But it came to my office.

- You still mad you and your...
- It was embarrassing.

Well, it was supposed to be.

- You did that on purpose?
- Maybe.

Hey, Bre, check it.

Insert a fake page with a
photo with hidden instructions

on how to access R.I.Z.'s servers.

All right?

New Guy makes a half-decent
hacker with me holding his hand.

So you can prove Ethan
blew up the oil rig?

No, that's not what we
were trying to prove at all.

Bradford worked for
R.I.Z. ten years ago?

They maneuvered him into
position at GulfPetrol.

Yeah, R.I.Z. does not
work for Ethan Bradford.

Ethan Bradford works for R.I.Z.

The rig explosion wasn't just
to cover up the GulfPetrol spill.

It was part of a much bigger project.

Proof that they could do it.

Do what?

Well, as far as we can tell,

to shut down the United
States power grid.

Shut down the U.S. power grid.

Why would they do that?

To show that they could.

And to sell it to the highest bidder.

Right. This is about to get complicated.

But before it does, Mr. Wilson, a word.

Hey, I faked up a 20-minute window

on New Guy's phone
to cover his location.

That's all the time he's got.

I need to hear your terrible reason

for doing whatever the hell that was.

When I had my moment of
clarity about my motives,

with my wife, why I joined this team,

I felt like I needed to
dig into R.I.Z. on my own.

You're saying your injured pride

was your excuse for
such reckless behavior.

Not my pride, my guilt.

I completely misjudged the
situation with Ethan and my wife.

And I almost got Parker and Elliot...

I almost got Breanna killed.

I had to do this on my own.

Guilt destroyed my family.

I'm not gonna let it destroy yours.

I appreciate that.

I do.

But the reason we're a
family is that we learned,

although some easier than
others, that we can't go it alone,

that the single smartest thing
we can do is to ask for help.

Help me finish this, please.

Of course.

- Shall we?
- Ooh. I'd give them a minute. I...

I think they have a few
issues of their own to resolve.

So we have absolutely
no issues to resolve?

Why would we?

Uh, because he went away?

Well, when Hardison was gone, I was sad.

But he's not gone now, so I'm not sad.

Past Parker was sad, but she's not here.

Babe, I love you.

And I love Past Parker
and Future Parker.

Thank you.

But it's a wasted effort.
Past Parker is dead.

She dies every second, over and over.

Future Parker never arrives.

She's suspended in time forever.

Sometimes you forget how
her brain works and then...

Don't.

You should probably apologize to
Eliot, though. He's been very upset.

What? I didn't... I'm the...
Don't bring me... Look, man.

Hey.

Hey.

Come here, man.

Aw.

I'm assuming Hardison has
apologized to Eliot by now.

Right. So what is
this about electricity?

Well, you figured out
it was a worm, right?

How do you get a worm into
a target from the outside?

Turns out it's not so
easy as you might think.

The solution is what's
called a supply chain hack.

Now what you do is you hack, like,
a lower-level, less-secure company,

and when the target uses this
trusted service of this company

in their everyday work, boom, you're in.

It's like a military contractor.
They use payroll service.

Now, the contractor is secure,
payroll service is compromised,

and when the two connect to
kick out that Friday check,

that's your backdoor.

See, R.I.Z.'s innovation
is that instead of hacking

that lower company, they own it.

Thanks to Hardison, I've come
into all sorts of documents

proving R.I.Z.'s purchased
dozens of these support companies

working for vital government services.

They installed the worm in all of them.

And installed guys like Ethan

in these companies to
protect their plans.

Which means R.I.Z. has
complete anonymous access to

and total physical control of
multiple government agencies.

You're a foreign government,

and you want Immigration to
issue a visa to one of your spies?

It's done.

You're a hedge fund, you
wanna slow up shipping

to manipulate the price of food
for profit, boom, double done.

And these are just the baby
steps of what R.I.Z. can do.

The only problem is trying to figure out

how to convince that perspective buyer

that you do indeed have
this level of access.

You see, R.I.Z., they didn't just

blow the rig to cover Ethan.

No, it was a test to kind of work
out the kinks of the big show,

to prove that R.I.Z. could
penetrate a more secure system.

The U.S. electrical grid, right?

Now, if they cause a blackout,

then R.I.Z. proves they can
get into any system, anywhere.

They will accept cash or check
to hold that door open for you.

Yeah, but the thing
is, is you can't just

black out the entire U.S. grid.

It's broken down into
six different grids.

All of 'em have their
own vulnerabilities.

Some guy told me.

- While I was kicking him in the head.
- Mm.

We think that they're
gonna try and take out

this whole Southeastern section
using that power substation tonight.

Then let's go public now.

Well, my stolen emails may
cause a little bit of a scandal,

but if we're really trying to prove

that R.I.Z. is the
mastermind behind all of this,

we're gonna need that
worm's source code.

Remember, the worm we found
on the oil rig was the bullet.

The source code is the gun. We
need the gun to implicate R.I.Z.

And as you already noticed,
that one code is on one server,

20 floors up, with no connection
to any outside networks,

and it will take an hour minimum
to scrub everything that we want.

Tried once, you failed, and they're
gonna be expecting you this time.

Is there another way?

That's why the substation.

Aha.

You see, if I can install the
hardware taps on the substation,

I can go in there and grab the
entire code before they wipe it away

like they did on the rig.

The problem is, somebody caused a fuss

and interrupted me.

Way to go, Harry.

Now, if I had a backdoor
into their system,

I can trace a connection to R.I.Z.

But only the feds have
that kind of access.

I might be able to make
that call, I... think.

Good. But that only
solves half the problem.

Opening the backdoor, it has
to be done on both sides too,

power station and R.I.Z.

All right. So, Harry,
going back undercover.

What do you think, Sophie?

Oh, uh, I-I think you should go
back to calling the shots, Parker.

I mean, this is my... grand finale.

Yeah, I gotta go.

Okay, give me the
backdoor, I'll install it.

Wait. Hey, Harry.

Don't die.

I need you around to make me look good.

Maria.

Hey.

Hi.

Federal codes for the power grid.

Backdoors into every substation
and plant's operating software.

Thank you.

If you were a fed,
you'd already have these.

- Yeah.
- Black ops, NSA,

all the things I assumed you were,
you'd get them easier than I could.

So you wanna tell me why

I should hand you something
that could end my career?

Come here.

That rig explosion a few months ago.

That was us.

You didn't blow up an oil rig.

No.

We tried to stop it.

But it's big.

It's bigger than we thought.

You've carefully avoided
saying who you work for.

We work outside the law.

- You're criminals.
- No.

And you want me to hand you this?

It's not...

We used to be criminals.

All right? We...

We helped people.

We work for the government
off the books, but FBI, NSA,

this guy named McSweeten...

I'm sorry, Agent Todd McSweeten,

the head of the FBI
Counterterrorism Division?

Why don't you just say you
know Deputy Director Taggert?

I'm not lying to you.

We are the good guys.

I absolutely believe you.

I know you, I know you
want to help people.

I've seen you risk your
life to help people.

And I think...

I may be in love with you.

I know how you feel.

I never really opened up to...

anyone.

- I've never told...
- Stop.

I'm a U.S. Marshal. It...

It's what I've always
wanted to be. My life's work.

And I'm not worth the risk, huh?

The bitch of it is, I think you are.

You're a good man.

But you're still a criminal.

And I won't cross that line.

Goodbye, Eliot.

Gosh.

This really is quite a desk.

Well, I'm glad you like
it. You paid for it.

What can I do for ya?

I was looking for you after
the breach at the substation.

Yeah, I came here to
check on our clients

and make sure their systems were secure

before we make our sales
presentation with the blackout.

I know. I checked your
phone logs and your GPS.

Well, it's nice to
work with professionals.

My point is, we need to do
something about your old partners.

They're getting a little too close.

Well, we have time.

Won't take too much time.

I've done my research.

While it's not obvious, they
do have one crucial weakness.

We'll deal with them
after the blackout tonight.

Are you sure?

I mean, we are gonna be in
the middle of the blackout.

The building will be vulnerable tonight.

If you like, just give
me a little bit of time.

No, no. Backup generators
will take care of it.

We'll lose power for 60 seconds, tops.

Don't worry, Harry.

Absolutely everything and everyone
will be taken care of tonight.

Hey, what are you doing here?

You are not part of my presentation.

I'm not here to steal your
thunder, Ethan, I assure you.

I'm just double-checking the servers.

If we can't call Harry
and Harry can't call us,

how are we supposed
to know he's in place

to install the backdoor on his end?

We trust him.

And since he's in the belly of
the beast, he has to trust us.

So we better get this right.

Any problems?

No, we're good. We just
need to get back downstairs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you people going?

Uh, bro, we, uh...

We're the National Electrical Grid
Wildlife Interaction Task Force.

- See this here?
- Well, um... Wait, what?

We're here to make sure
your anti-squirrel screens

are up to federal standards.

Squirrel... squirrels?

Yeah, man. Squirrels.

Squirrels and other indigenous
wildlife chewing through wires

have caused over 1,300 blackouts
in America in the past five years.

It's not just the squirrels,
it's birds and frogs and snakes.

The Large Hadron Collider,
that was taken out by a weasel!

A weasel.

Wow. Oh, sorry.

Wow. Wow. Hey, bro. You know.

You know.

Hey, uh, do you wanna talk about it?

No, I don't wanna talk about it.

We can use puppets
if it makes it easier.

Them damn puppets.

Wait a minute, you...
you brought your puppets?

No. Just make some.

You can make a puppet out of
anything you can stick your hand in.

Dude, a little help here?

I'm with her.

I mean, not like on
the puppet thing, but...

Walking away from the
Marshal, that was tough, man.

I just got used to being alone.

I let my guard down.

Hey, yeah, hey, Skipper, negative words.

You didn't let your guard down.

- You opened yourself up.
- Like a flower or a bear trap.

Oh, my God.

I'm just saying it'd be
nice if I could find someone

- that I could actually tell about my job.
- Mm.

You know, anyone who's not in the life,

they just get scared, they run away.

Criminals are fun, but they're flaky.

Right, right.

We just saw how law enforcement went.

True.

I know it's not the same thing,

but Hardison and I are gonna
be here for you forever.

- Yup.
- And we'll always be together.

Till our dying day.

No, past that.

Even after we get the robot bodies.

What?

No.

What is the robot bodies?

The robot bodies, where
we take our brains out,

put them in the robots
so we-we can live forever.

I don't want a robot body.

Well, it's too bad, we
already measured your head

- while you were asleep.
- Go. Get...

Silly.

All right, well, if you
already measured my head.

Thank you.

Accessing the backdoor now.

All right.

Yes, yes, yes...

Yeah, yeah, keep going,
Harry, almost there.

Almost there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, what is this?

Their weakness is loyalty.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Go, go!

Their weakness is you.

And that makes them and you...

predictable.

Phone.

Just so you know, we scoured your office

and found the files you hijacked.

And then our cybersecurity
agents found the digital copies

of the emails, calls,
and memos you stole

linking us to the oil rig,

shell companies in which
we've hidden the worm,

everything.

We've wiped all those drives clean.

Purged them all.

So without the code,

you have nothing.

We'll lock him in. Kill that phone.

Don't worry, Harry.

Everything will be over soon.

Hey, Bre, run that last part back.

Don't worry, Harry.

Everything will be over soon.

Mm-hmm, and she right too.

The presentation's
gonna start any minute,

and they gonna get away with it.

They're gonna black out the Southeast

just to prove they have backdoors
into U.S. infrastructure.

Then they're gonna auction off
the access to whoever wants it,

and we have no evidence.

Unless we break into that
server room on the 20th floor.

Of a secure building
we failed to break into.

That knows we're coming.

And managed to pull an hour's
worth of data off of their machines

without anybody noticing.

And rescue our Mr. Wilson.

All before the blackout.

So that is the extent of the
global reach of this program, right?

I can't give you explicit
promises, but I'd say that

all your doubts will be quite
definitely answered in, uh...

About four minutes.

So, um...

You see, the return on
investment is limitless.

AKA Sophie Devereaux.

I gotta ask, the Mayerling Fraud
of 2004, that was you, wasn't it?

Well, as a fellow female professional

in a male-dominated
workplace, I applaud you.

It's incredible.

Ten years ago, that
presentation would have

taken place on an anonymous,
encrypted Internet chat.

Now you have appetizers.

I appreciate, in an abstract
way, your little crusade.

Over the years, your
crew has caused no end

of trouble to some very powerful people.

But the world has changed.

We no longer manipulate the system.

We are the system.

Now, how can I help?

I'm here to make you an offer.

Cancel this little scheme of yours,

release Mr. Wilson,

sacrifice Ethan out there to
the authorities for the oil rig,

and we'll let R.I.Z. walk away.

You know what I think?

I think you're a distraction.

I'm meant to be looking at
you and missing the fact that

Eliot Spencer just walked in
through one of this building's

five street-level points of entry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Of course, he's going to clear a path

for Parker to get
Harry out of his office

while, uh... Breanna, is it?

Breanna makes a run for the server.

The key, of course...

Ladies and gentlemen...

... is that you had to pull
off your little stunt before...

... I present to you...

... this.

... the program.

You don't need an armed insurrection.

You simply need to
capture the infrastructure.

Now it is officially too late.

Because those five street-level
exits just locked down.

Not only did the server door just lock

and can only be opened from the outside,

but the power to the server just died,

so Breanna can no longer steal its data.

You tried to sneak in under the wire,

but you just ran out of time.

You seem very confident.

Well, let's just wait until
the emergency power kicks in.

And if you're still here
when the lights come on,

then we both know...

... you're not getting
out of this building alive.

So let's just wait.

Sixty seconds.

Sixty seconds.

What if...

I decided to use the blackout?

I mean, this building
is very formidable,

but until the emergency power
starts up, your lights are out,

your alarm systems are vulnerable,

key cards on the doors aren't working.

Please, whatever you have in
mind would take longer than...

Now 50 seconds.

What if I knew you'd set every
security guard on Eliot Spencer?

You had a lion at your door.

All right, then...

Let's light it up.

So you'd miss the mouse in the walls.

Parker?

I'm good.

Why waste Breanna on Harry?

Why not use her to access the server?

What if you miscounted?

Forty seconds.

There's no way Hardison had time
to pull the code off the server.

You didn't get the code, and we have
every document Harry Wilson stole.

Do you?

Did you really allow Mr. Wilson
to order that custom-built desk?

So they got all your proof?

They wiped both your
phone and your computer?

Custom-made desk.

Hand-carved. Imported from
Canada. And worth every penny.

Kids, they never think about paper.

Security.

Security? Hello?

Well, you see, that's the problem

with these new fancy VOIP office phones.

They fail in a blackout.

Thirty seconds.

Harry still has to make
it out of the building.

As you said,

this building has five
street-level points of entry.

Street-level.

Haven't done this in a while.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

I think Mr. Wilson can run up
five flights of stairs faster

than security can run up 20.

We can discredit any document Harry has.

And with the blackout, there's no way

Hardison had time to pull
the code off the server.

So you have nothing. Twenty seconds.

If all we had was a
hacker, then you'd be right.

But we added quite the engineer.

Okay, we're gonna shove the
whole thing out of the window.

The propeller should create enough
lift to manage a controlled descent.

That, or it plummets to the street
and smashes into a thousand pieces.

Hey, never tell them the "or."

If you say it'll work, it'll work.

I believe in you.

Hey, why just steal the code when
you can steal the whole damn server?

All right. All right.

Uh...

Uh-oh.

Uh...

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I think getting back
in the thick of this,

you know, getting my hands
dirty, was a really good idea.

This buckle right?

- This is like... Is this right, baby?
- Mm-hmm.

You know, working with you
brought back my passion.

- Aw.
- Babe, I really need for you to confirm for me

that I'm not about
to plunge to my death.

Like, for real.

- I'm good?
- Mm-hmm.

- I got the...
- Mm-hmm.

Where we going? Hold up. I'm...

Am I supposed to believe that
while we've been sitting here,

that fairy tale occurred? Ten seconds.

It does sound impossible.

In fact, it would have been impossible.

If you hadn't blacked
out the building for me.

You're bluffing. I don't
think any of that happened.

And I know you're bluffing

because you have yet to explain

how you're getting out of this building.

That was a very long minute.

But have you forgotten how
this conversation began?

Or, a better question...

Did you really think it was a good idea

to give Eliot Spencer
60 seconds of darkness?

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

As your legal counsel, I would
have advised you to take that deal.

... like this would be a problem.

Ooh, yeah, that's a problem.

You can't steal the crown

while she's wearing it. She's the queen.

- Ah.
- How do I steal it?

Hey. Take a break. You won the day.

Oh, you didn't think
I was done, did you?

I just sent an anonymous email

to those executives you found
secretly working at R.I.Z.,

suggesting they make large donations

to the families of
both oil rig disasters,

or we're gonna rat them
out to law enforcement.

- You blackmailing 'em?
- Mm-hmm.

We're gonna double-cross 'em too.

Yes, right after we get another
$10 million for their families.

Blackmailing rich guys
only to double-cross 'em.

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful. That's my little sister.

- So proud.
- Yeah.

You know, we ought to think about
getting this thing out of here

before R.I.Z. comes looking for us.

Oh, they're gonna be busy
with Hardison's parting gift.

It's a minor setback.

- Alexandra.
- We have months to cover it up.

- Oh, we can't cover it up.
- Shut up, Ethan!

- We can't!
- Why?

We can't cover it up
because we confessed!

He didn't have time to steal the code...

but he had just enough
time to change it.

Yeah, I barely got it done
before the power went off,

but, uh, I am me.

I tell you, man, I don't know
how we did it while you were gone.

Oh, wait a minute. Oh,
that's right. We were fine.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Oh, no, it's all right.
I know it was a struggle.

I might stick around for a while.

- I got time.
- Yeah.

With me? You can stay with
me as long as you like.

I love you too, kiddo. Bye.

Okay.

That was my daughter.

Turns out the first thing Ethan did

when he saw your light show splashed
across Twitter was call the FBI.

Now they're going after Bligh.

He won't be the only one.

They'll all be running around,

confessing their sins
for a reduced sentence.

She also just told me that she
wants to move in with me for a while.

How about your ex?

She made her bed.

But you, you just pulled off
the greatest heist and con

I think I've ever even heard of.

It's just the start, man.

Not for me.

I think I'm done.

What? Why? You just learned
to hack. You're not bad.

Yeah, you're not a
thief, but you're thief-y.

Thief-ish. Thieffity.

You were undercover for
months. That's a grift.

You even threw a halfway-decent
punch there in the end.

I'm like a little pinch hitter-hacker,

and like a little taste grifter-thief.

I'm half a lawyer now at best, but...

Maybe if I mix that all together,

I could still be
something and do some good.

How?

Hang out a shingle.

Take the cases of people in need.

I'm gonna become terribly poor.

But maybe also I'll
become the kind of man

my daughter can look in the eye.

Speaking of which, I just told
her I'd meet her back at my place.

No! What am I gonna do without
you here to make me look good?

Oh, I think you're looking pretty good.

Not bad, New Guy.

Seems like you're on
the road to redemption.

It's a process, right?

Say, Harry, you gonna
stay out of trouble?

Not on your life.

That's what I wanted to hear.

Harry, you're the best bad
guy who tried to be a good guy

that learned to be the best
good-bad guy we ever had.

Thank you, Parker.

I think.

- Sophie...
- I'll walk you out.

Sure about this?

When we met, you were lost in grief.

And I didn't know it
then, but I was too.

And you saw that.

And you helped me.

Well, you helped me too.

They are my family,

but they're used to
seeing me a certain way.

As Sophie Devereaux.

You see me as I could be.

I'm gonna miss that.

Well, you know where to
find me if you need me.

I'll have Breanna track your phone.

Yeah, that would do it.

Good luck...

Harry.

You know, I think that is the
very first time that you've ever...

Stop. You're gonna ruin it.

This is it.

Well, that was a hell of a
final performance, Ms. Devereaux.

Kinda like watching The Beatles at Shea.

I don't think that was
my final performance.

You know, I love the theater.

I love a full house and the applause,

but this, holding one
person's attention,

improvising every second
with everything on the line,

I think...

This is my stage.

Nothing's ever gonna come close to this.

I... I just have to
stop fighting it and...

Lead the team.

Well, only if it's okay with you.
I do not wanna take your place.

You're not. I mean, you won't.

I'm still managing 12
other international teams,

and I'm not gonna miss the paperwork.

- Huh?
- Oh, I forgot.

- Eliot.
- Oh, yeah.

- What?
- Just hold on.

I didn't know there was paperwork.

Oh, yeah, we have to fill
out health insurance forms.

Mm-hmm, matching 401(K)s.

I got the receipts right here.

I forgot to give 'em to her.
I'm gonna give 'em to you.

Every time I crash a drone
it has to be reimbursed.

I-I don't wanna do paperwork.

What, you think the power bill for
this place is gonna pay for itself?

- Mm-mm.
- Uh... Huh?

Eliot! Three hundred
dollars for a haircut?!

Paperwork. Hmm.

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