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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. 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.