All language subtitles for 2x01 The debutante job

Brakes.

Airbags.

Unlock doors.

Come on.

Oh, thank God. Thank God.

Get your ass back in the car.

Accelerate.

Is that taser bedazzled?

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

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

- You see the pretzel?
- I do.

That is hand-bejeweled.

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

Boy, ain't that something?

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

our reaction times were a little slow.

And, Breanna, we gotta discuss
your disguise protocols.

- My disguise?
- She's...

Parker's a crawfish.

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

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

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

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

Well, I was gonna say "thorough."

I'm sorry.

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

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

- Hat?
- Like Nate.

- No.
- Well, you said "ugly hat." Whose hat?

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

Look, people have
different swings, okay?

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

not a clock.

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

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

- Hardison!
- Yes, that.

- Ah!
- My man!

What up? Hey!

Baby, hey.

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

- Ooh.
- Oh, this...

What up?

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

Somebody threw away my orange soda.

Um...

453 bottles just gone.

- You count? Weird.
- Yeah.

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

- Chewy?
- Yeah.

Please explain how soda gets chewy.

Here are your disgusting dirtballs.

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

- You know what?
- They stank.

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

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

who I wanna meet, by the way.

No.

And his satellite is
being prepped for launch,

so I got a little time off.

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

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

Those are my screens.

- Whose screens? Who?
- Mine.

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

Oh, look, Pietr Volkov.

Pietr Volkov.

No.

You weren't smiling. Why?

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

Oh, I found your controls
kind of antiquated,

so I flipped the button.

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

I bet you could spell every word

in the dictionary except for "respect."

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

- Stop it.
- Girl.

What? Did you... How?

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

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

Thank you.

Pietr Volkov.

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

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

He also loves crushing freedom

and putting anybody that
disagrees with him in prison.

Bradley Simkov here, he's a reporter.

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

He writes about Volkov for
the International Press.

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

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

Now, Bradley has a tip that Volkov,

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

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

The man is stealing
antiquities and funds

from the country and
shipping it overseas.

So we steal what he's stealing.

Mm, that's like your egg.

See, if it were that easy,

I'd just let the London
Leverage crew handle it.

But Bradley, he needs proof.

The man needs legal
proof of Volkov's crimes

that will stand up in court

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

But even if the bad press
does get Volkov sanctioned,

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

Countries like this never
have just one Volkov.

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

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

Bring Volkov down,

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

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

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

I don't know.

A job like this, I mean,

it would take masses of
research and logistics.

Boring.

And legal proof.

It's not really our thing.

Although, we do know an expert.

First day, these
construction company lawyers

are gonna try to intimidate you

out of suing for your accident.

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

Good morning.

Mr. Wilson, I presume.

Uh...

Don't believe we've met.

Beatrice Campbell, outside counsel.

They brought me in when
they realized just how badly

they had screwed the pooch
on this particular case.

Especially after you got
your hands on that video.

Video?

Oh, the, uh, the video.

Now, if anyone here...

Bob...

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

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

I can't take this anymore.

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

but this company has cut corners
on everything that they do

in the name of a false god of profit.

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

As was I.

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

asking us to use a lower-quality rebar.

Or this one. "Just fill out
the inspection report yourself."

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

Then maybe God will forgive me

for serving Moloch, the
devourer of children.

Of course.

Mm-hmm.

I trust this will be sufficient.

Two million.

This place seems smaller to me somehow.

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

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

I had that case locked up.

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

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

Well, that is thanks to all of you.

These last couple of months,
I've actually been putting

my law degree to some good.

Glad to hear it.

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

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

Exactly as I've always been.

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

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

The only weakness I can see

is in the money transfer
country to country.

I got you.

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

just outside of London every week.

No passengers, just a
plane going back and forth.

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

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

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

A million dollars runs
about a hundred pounds.

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

Hang on, let me look
up the conversion rate.

Approximately 750,000, give or take.

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

his plane's fuel
records have to show it.

- The manifest.
- Yeah, the weights and fuel usage

will be digitally encoded
in the flight manifests.

How do we get those?

- From the plane.
- Airport servers.

The plane is more reliable.

Airport servers are
more accessible, fam.

And we will solve this
on the way to London.

Let's go steal...

the burden of proof.

That is a completely new one.

I forgot about that bit.

I got it.

- I still don't understand it.
- What's up? What's up?

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

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

We're the G4 flight to Zurich.

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

Your accent is so charming.

Oh.

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

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

I think I could have handled more.

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

Right, the plan.

Harry and I are gonna keep
the ground crew distracted

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

can access the airport server.

And the plane's computer.

Thank you.

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

Hmm.

That "hmm" just sounded a little judgy.

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

The plan.

This how you gonna do it?

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

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

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

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

Interesting. Interesting.

Sophie. You like the
security feed data flow?

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

Oh, boom. Ba-bow-bow.

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

Okay, employee entrance
is around the corner.

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

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Actually, you know what? Pardon me.

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

Hell, I looked the wrong
way at an intersection

and almost got hit by a bus.

Hahaha. It's not funny.

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

The waiting room is
right around that corner.

Is it? Around this corner?

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

We've got eyes on his security detail.

Likely armed. Headed your way.

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

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

'Cause Volkov is here.

Are you watching those
etiquette videos I found for you?

We have to be flawless.

Da. Da.

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

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

They're keeping an eye on the cargo.

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

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

Security is splitting their attention
between Volkov and the plane.

And they'll prioritize Volkov.

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

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

I just feel like a prop or a picture.

You will.

We have to be accepted by these British.

The people who matter.

You saw what happened
to the Russians, yes?

Sanctions, their money seized.

Except for those with friends in the UK.

They were not touched.

We must make friends like that.

Just in case.

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

You, you have problem?

Oh, oh, no, no, no.

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

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

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

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

You're classy.

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

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

Yeah, we do. Look at the old files.

Go on, get up in there.

- Old files.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

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

You didn't even build that.

The Duchess of Hanover.

But, please, call me Charlotte.

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

- Oh.
- Of course, Americans.

How nice to meet a gentleman.

Oh, am I to understand
that this charming girl

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

My father says I have to.

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

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

but it really is the most splendid way

to meet the proper class of people.

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

One left. The pilot.

Got any more backup plans?

Sugar. Sugar. Uh, some food, right?

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

Sugar?

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

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

Parker, give Eliot the hard drive tab.

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

We are gonna run the
drop-off double cross.

Baby. You got the stuff?

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

Yeah.

This your pilot?

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

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

Go ahead, bro, take your cut.

Oh, no, I was on a different flight.

- What?
- Uh...

Why doesn't he want his cut?

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

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

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

- Bro, lift your shirt up.
- Huh?

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

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

You're quite right.

Values are much more
important than blood.

So to meet a man who
wants for his daughter

to continue with British
traditions, well...

Sophie, Eliot got the data.

Clear for the blow.

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

honors old ideas is a winning
combination for England.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, you got what you need?

These fuel and weight ratios
match exactly when Volkov moved

national treasures out of the capital.

Here.

The Golden Hawk, 400 pounds.

Used to be above the
entrance to Parliament.

Disappear six months.

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

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

I tracked the truck carrying
it from a private airport

to a London townhouse
registered in Volkov's name.

There's a hundred items like this.

More than enough evidence I need

to write my story and get it past Legal.

I'll contact my editor now.

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

- so just wait for him.
- Okay. Bring more pizza.

All right, I'll scrub the metadata.

Scrub? You don't need to scrub anything.

I already put a filter
on the first pass.

- Excuse you?
- All right, we're taking a break.

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

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

The puppets are how
we deal with our anger.

I'll go get them.

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

That's you. That's definitely you.

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

Excuse me.

She got new ones.

Everything all right?

Those two have a few
things to figure out.

No, I mean, um...

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

And this whole job,

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

When I started running
the crew when I met you,

I half expected to mess up.

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

It's official.

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

They still have your back, but yes,

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

and fulltime responsibility.

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

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

You can talk to me anytime you want.

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

Well, can I drag you to an art gallery

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

You're in a good mood.

Ah, the con's done.

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

without having some
serious problem to solve.

All right.

Bradley's gone.

We have a serious problem.

Eliot's still out looking.

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

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

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

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

But Bradley's email was encrypted.

But his editor's was not.

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

Listen, Volkov's not gonna
kill Bradley in England.

He's trying to impress people.

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

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

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

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

So Volkov's holding Bradley
somewhere here in London.

But where and how long?

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

He's probably leaving
straight after that.

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

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

What? A basement?

Yeah, unfinished walls
with concrete behind them.

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

Walls look just like that.

Okay, in swanky London neighborhoods,

you're not allowed to build up, right?

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

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

So they build down.

Luxury basements.

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

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

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

An unpermitted secret basement.

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

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

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

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

- All of us.
- Me, too?

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

and Hardison needs to be mobile.

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

I get to go to the ball! Yes!

And we need to get
Parker in as background.

Can you get her on the catering roster?

It's already done.

Okay.

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

We'll see.

All right.

We got the blueprints
to Volkov's main house,

but we are flying
blind in that basement.

Maybe we can learn something
from the neighbor who complained.

Do we have a name on him?

That we do.

Oh, bollocks.

Ah, watch your step, yeah?

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

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

an absolutely biblical flood
of sewage in my basement?"

Only just moved everything back in.

Uh, yeah, yeah,

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

adjacent to the one you
claimed your neighbor built?

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

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

And then we'll get out of your hair.

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

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

Ooh. Ooh.

Get it together.

What? Dude, that's Ralphie Roy!

I don't care.

My God!

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

Huh?

"Garden of Yellow."

"Stovepipe City"?

I'm more of a Britpop guy myself.

Damn it, Hardison.

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

He wrote it about a girl
that broke his heart.

Man, when I was a kid,

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

Who cares? Get to work, man.

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

Hey, how does the song go to Kiki?

♪ Kiki ♪

Don't!

♪ It's your crumpets and biscuits ♪

Don't engage. Just focus on getting

the imaging of that basement next door.

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

Wait, what? Did you say "sonar"?

Yeah.

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

Is that a sonar sensor?

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

before ever picking up a guitar.

Yeah, I was a regular ping jockey.

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

I really didn't wanna have to do this.

Ah, this looks very
advanced for city equipment.

What agency are you working with again?

Oh, bugger all.

Carry on, gentlemen.

Oh, God, these bloody pants!

I'm coming! Hold on!

Hello, Ralphie.

Kiki.

Kiki Montgomery.

I was in the neighborhood.
How have you been?

Oh, Kiki!

The music hasn't been
the same without you.

Come on in. Come on. Hello.

Ralphie. No, no, Ralphie.

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

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

I really need to listen to that album.

Thanks.

You clean up very nice, Your Grace.

I barely had a minute to change.

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

He talked my bloody ear off.

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

Guards at every entrance and hallway.

Parker, what have you found?

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

so all the cameras
are wired in a series.

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

Considering all the security they have,

I'm betting the control room's up there.

What are you doing?

Working. Tod with an "H."

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

Oh.

Yes. Thank you for coming.

Tonight we celebrate my daughter
through Alstonian diamond.

Papa, I'm not a rock.

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

Made by slave labor.

Oh, but it's beautiful.

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

Oh, Your Grace, what
a pleasant surprise.

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

I took your desire to
introduce your gorgeous daughter

to the aristocracy as an invitation.

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

I brought along royalty.

Please allow me to introduce
Crown Prince Leratodi

and Princess Mercedeso of Lesotho.

Parker, any progress
on access to Bradley?

Down the elevator to the basement.

Three guards and a Glenreader
MS80 fingerprint scanner.

Gonna need Volkov's fingerprint.

Uh...

Again? Wrong place. Reception room.

- Go, shoo!
- Yeah, right.

- Go!
- Yeah.

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

Something's up with Teehod.

Toad. Tahody.

Your Highnesses.

Uh, President Volkov, in my country,

we do not greet each
other with bowed heads

but with a raised hand of peace.

Oh, how charming!

We should take a picture. Come, come.

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

Ah.

Who knew time-honored
traditions could be so itchy?

So itchy.

Lovely. Ah.

Thank you for having us, Mr. President.

Absolutely charming.

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

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

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

He will not admit to
not knowing anything

about the royal family of Lesotho.

You got Volkov's print?

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

Man, I wrote that program.

Huh.

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

Wait, my program worked just fine.

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

maybe some guys to fight.

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

You could respect the experience.

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

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

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

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

I'm good.

What?

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

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

Go and get the attention
of a murderous dictator

- who already doesn't like me? Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

Just wanted to make
sure I heard you okay.

Mr. President.

Oh, the American.

Now, now, now, now,

if you really wanna be in
business with Her Ladyship,

if you really want your
interests to be joined,

we can have that conversation.

Talk.

Oh, you mean, you wanna
hear the intricate,

entire business proposal right now?

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

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

Hardison, Eliot, status?

All right, we're in position.

Breanna?

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

Looks like he has a key card.

I got him.

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

I had to protect his
canapes from half the room.

Hey, try one of these, would you?

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

Okay.

No one's here.

There's no guards.

Just a bank of computers.

And now I see why.

Okay, so this system is
wired so that any disturbance

causes a complete shutdown.

And all the guards have linked comms.

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

Guys, no one needs to be
watching these monitors.

So if you disarm the
alarm system, the cameras?

It's gonna get loud and painful.

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

Restart. Uh, we can force a restart.

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

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

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

For how long?

Uh, about 90 seconds.

So that friend has...

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

Hold that thought.

Hold? Hold? Hold what? Why?

Oh, Your Highness.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Your Highness?

I was just seeking a moment's respite.

From the patriarchy.

Masters of the universe

presenting women like
collectible trading cards.

But what are you doing here?

We, too, run from the patriarchy.

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

Tohd is my boyfriend.

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

And I'm a drummer in a ska band.

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

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

Actually, I think I
did see your daughter.

I think she was just
heading off to the restroom.

The rest? The rest?

Bathroom. Restroom. Uh, the loo.

Breanna, if Nadia is
missing much longer,

Volkov's gonna tear this party apart.

Nadia, Tod with an "H."

I get it. Young hearts run free.

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

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

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

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

Wait a second!

- I'm going up there.
- Hey, hey, no, no. She's got this.

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

Yes, I do.

I understand.

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

expected to do as I am told.

My brother, the Crown Prince,

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

But that also means slowing down

and being smart about things.

Yes?

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

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

Once he's had his share of vodka,

when he won't even notice you are gone.

I knew you were a sister in spirit.

What is this? Oh, yeah.

Oh! Ooh!

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

- Thank you, Your Majesty.
- Yes.

That's enough, Tohd.

Ska band? Anybody else heard that? Okay.

Lovebirds are headed back
to the party. Everyone ready?

It was... it my mistake.

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

Search every inch.

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

I'm here, Father.

Hey!

- Where you have been?
- I was just, uh...

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

That's what I did at my debut.

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everyone. Can I have
your attention, everyone?

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

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for coming

to celebrate my daughter
as she steps into the world

and represents our name.

Breanna, it's time.

Okay, system reset starts...

... now.

Gentlemen, is this the secret dungeon

where you're holding
a respected journalist

against his will, or is
that the other hallway?

Security! Security!

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

Oh, hey, high five.

Don't do that.

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

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

Look. Whee. There you go.

Ungrateful.

Grab a guy and put him in the closet.

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

Excuse me, sir.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, hey, the program works.

That is my program.

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

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

Damn it, Hardison.

Just trying to help.

The way you helped eat my sandwich?

Quick and quiet. You
have 60 seconds left.

Looking for this?

Yo.

Nice lift.

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

I... I...

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

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

Ah.

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

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

What has enough charge for that?

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

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

- Wow.
- Yeah.

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

My entire body hurts.

Young people today do not value

the hard work it takes
to hold up this world.

We make it so we stand above the masses.

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

Volkov's almost finished his speech.

It could be a problem.

So let us raise a glass...

Nadia!

You cannot do this.

For once in your life,
stand for something.

Oh, no!

Tohd! I knew you brought him with you!

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

Ah, ladies and gentlemen, apologies.

As you know, many governments

are being harassed by
political opponents.

We will secure this radical

and make sure he has no
dangerous accomplices.

Yes.

All right, Bradley.

Oh, thank you.

Let's get you out of here, buddy.

Hold that thought, fellas.

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

The elevator is our only way out.

- There you go.
- Yeah.

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

We got to redirect 'em.

The system is gonna reboot
in just a few seconds.

I'm thinking we should speed up plan M.

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

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

Oh.

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

Mr. President.

You do not wish to come down right now.

You must maintain your deniability.

Where are the men who guard this door?

Assisting us.

Our guest has been uncooperative.

Whatever you are doing to our guest...

Do to him as well.

Happily, sir.

No!

Whoa!

What in the bleedin' hell?

Oh, I knew you dug a basement.

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

Come on.

This is not my doing.

May I be of some assistance?

Oh, oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

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

prison cell.

That's not your business.

Actually, it is my business.

DCI Fortescue, Scotland Yard.

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

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

Ah, let's see.

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

And what's...

The UK Customs and Tax Board?

I like an eclectic mix, Ralphie.

What? Oh.

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

Ooh.

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

No, do not touch that.

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

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

Oh, I think we could
call Interpol for that.

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

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

You cannot arrest me. I
have diplomatic immunity.

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

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

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

Bravo.

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

Ah, piss.

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

Alstonia will be holding
free and fair elections

for the first time in a generation.

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

I am so proud of you.

All that extra lift practice paid off.

I couldn't have done without you, babe.

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

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

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

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

You cleaning up?

I'm logging all the Alstonian artifacts,

making sure they get traced
back to where they belong.

Smart.

You did well out there.

You mean for somebody who's not you?

No, I mean for anybody.

Including me.

Look, I gotta head back out,

and I can only do that
because you are so damn good.

I didn't think about changing the clock.

I didn't write that fingerprint program.

I mean, I did improve it.

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

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

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

not you showing me.

So I'm sorry.

Really.

To be fair, um...

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

Mm.

And wizened.

Did... Did you just call me old?

'Cause it sounded
like you called me old.

Ooh, calling Hardison old?

Oh, I'm in on this game.

Ain't calling nobody old. What?

What you trying to say? Speak your mind.

I mean, if the shoe hits, my brother.

What shoe?

The old man shoe.

The clogs.

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

Well, that was a fun one.

It was.

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

to your practice and your clients.

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

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

Evil lawyer, yes.

But you didn't really need a lawyer.

You just wanted someone
with a little perspective.

Somebody who wouldn't compare
you to the other bosses

like you kept comparing yourself.

Perhaps.

But I have a theory, too.

I did pull you back for this job.

Evil lawyer, I know.

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

No. You seemed rather keen to jump in.

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

And perhaps...

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

our Mr. Wilson.

Perhaps.

Sophie!

I'm coming!

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