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You have one hour to steal

The Grand Complication
Marie Antoinette watch

or Sophie Devereaux dies.

A worm has successfully
infiltrated your phone.

Every move you make will be tracked.

The watch's coordinates
have been sent to you.

If you reach out for help,
the game is over, and she will die.

I'm so sorry.

I was just trying to demonstrate
a proper Kimura arm lock.

No, ma'am. It's my fault.
I didn't fall properly.

This is how we learn.

Ow!

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Astrid.

Within one hour,
someone is going to steal

The Grand Complication
Marie Antoinette watch.

Protect the watch or
your stepmother dies.

Parker, password.

One, six, four, seven, nine, two,

zero, nine, eight, five, nine, two,

eight, nine, eight, three, one, zero.

Primary team ping. Locate crew.

We have to assume
their threat is real,

and they can listen in on my phone.

I got your message on the burner phone.

You do not need to use that anymore.

I changed the frequency on the comms.

Don't worry, no one's listening.

Are you running?

Friday night traffic.

I'm faster on foot. You confirmed

they're still tracking me on my phone?

Yeah. You want me to
sever the connection?

No. I have to do exactly what they want.

I can loop in more help
from the other teams.

- No time.
- N... Eliot has a friend.

Um... the, uh, the Quinn guy.

Um, he's in Miami...

Breanna, stop.

Parker, Sophie's life...

Sophie has complete faith in you.

I have complete faith in you.

We've got this.

You've got this.

Copy that.

Dial Interpol Regional, New Orleans.

Agent Healy, Interpol Regional.

Sharon, it's Astrid.

Agent Pickford, visiting from London.

Ah, Agent Pickford.

Working on a Friday night.

How completely in character.

I have intel on
a multimillion dollar robbery.

You need to coordinate a response.

Agent Pickford.

First of all,
this is not our jurisdiction.

Secondly, Southeastern US Regional

Interpol office has a staff of three.

One of whom is on mat leave,

and another is taking care
of a sick kitty at the vet.

Cat leave.

That's funny.

And I'm having dinner.

Sharon, we have a credible threat!

By whom?

I don't know.

Yet.

Sharon?

Hello?

Okay. We know Sophie's credit card
pinged at 5:32 p.m.

for high tea at The Proper Petal.

All the restaurant's security cameras,

and down the block blinked out

for about two minutes,

so I'm gonna need to start my search
outside of that radius.

Keep me posted.

You gotta be kidding me.

Big wigs. Huh. For bigwigs.

Agent Astrid Pickford, Interpol.

We're gonna need to shut
this party down for a possible robbery.

Lady, in here they're hosting
a women's-only fundraiser

attended by the richest women and most

powerful female CEOs in five states,

and you want me to go in there
and mansplain some vague threat?

Never mind the uncomfortable optics

and unpleasant overtones
of the patriarchy,

I happen to know Interpol
isn't a real thing.

- It is.
- Totally made up for movies and TV.

I'll have you know it was founded in
1923 in Vienna. I need...

My crippling student debt
just went up 50 bucks listening to you.

So, unless you come back with a warrant
and the New Orleans cops,

who I know exist, please step aside.

Americans.

- Breanna.
- Sharon.

I need you to run
some license plates for me.

Never schedule a five o'clock
when I have an event to go to.

- Hi.
- Who are you?

I'm Kristy... from Finance.

I had to come warn you.
I couldn't let them get away with it.

- If you don't get out...
- No.

They're having an
emergency board meeting.

Right now.

The board is meeting without me?

An emergency meeting... the men.

The men?

The men!

They're trying to force you out.
You have to go confront them.

Thank you.

Oh, my. I can't go dressed like this.

No. Uh...

Ooh. You're gonna look badass.

Nice.

So, let us review.

Your company is under investigation

for conspiracy to commit bribery,

both on foreign and domestic soils.

Now, there's a witness bus
and a defendant bus.

Which bus do you wanna be on?

- What do you want?
- The dress.

The dress?

- The dress! The dress!
- Oh... the dress.

- I'm gonna need the wig, too!
- Oh. Oh...

Quick as you can.
Come on. Just quickly...

Oh. Oh. Ooh.

Well, well, well.

How long's it been?

Three, almost four years?

You're gonna have to remind me.

It was so hard keeping track of all

the reprehensible people we meet.

Oh, wait.

It's coming back.

Alexandra Bligh.

RIZ.

Helping corrupt billionaires
spy on their enemies.

Did you gloat about leaving me bankrupt?

Bankrupt, ruined, powerless.

Yes.

We do enjoy the gloat.

Aw, I'm so glad.

Because I'm gonna enjoy this.

I think I know what this is.

You abducted me for a ransom,

and that ransom
is Parker stealing something for you.

It's so predictable and sad.

No. No, no. No, no.

You dragged Astrid into this.

There is a reason
why I keep the two of them apart,

why I never tell them
when they're in the same city together.

They despise each other.

You have no idea
of the fuse you just lit.

Oh, I know.

Isn't it wonderful?

I'm gonna get the money
I need to restart my life,

and I'm gonna have a little bit
of revenge as a treat.

Parker versus Astrid.

Two women you care deeply about,

unknowingly placed in the same game...

The game to save you.

The possibility of one of them
killing the other...

Oh, I'm counting on it.

Let's see who loves Mummy more.

It is so lovely to see all of you
this evening.

I'm Beatrice Doheny

and my
great-great-great-great-granddaddy

started this bank in 1833

with nothing but pluck and grit

and 12 million dollars
that he inherited

from his daddy, the molasses king.

Back then, a woman
couldn't even have a bank account.

And now, today, here I am.

My point is that the most
important thing in life is blood.

- Family is the foundation.
- Did you find Sophie?

I have narrowed the field,
but I'm still gonna need some more time.

What about the watch?

I'm in, but I haven't found it yet.

People say to me,

"Beatrice"...

..."you bankers
don't understand people in need."

But I think I...
...we prove them wrong here tonight,

as we celebrate our food bank charity

with a party dedicated to the
ultimate girlboss, Marie-Antoinette.

And her famous advice
for people in need,

"Let them eat cake."

And I hope we're all rehearsed

because tonight we are recreating the

Contredanse Allemande from Versailles.

All for social media.

Because the kids love dancing,
they tell me.

Okay, Parker, I got the cameras.

The watch is on
display inside the vault.

They hid it in the first place I'd look.

Diabolical.

Uh, pardon me, where
is the watch display?

Next.

The Marie Antoinette watch
was commissioned in 1783

by an unknown admirer of the queen's.

But the queen never received the watch

because it was
finished after her death.

Today, the watch is
valued at $30 million.

Only two guests per viewing.

Ten minutes max.

This line's too long.

I'm gonna need to go
in through the vents.

Baguette.

Croissant.

Ooh! Macarons.

What?

This panel has galvanic
biocorrosion on it.

I have to find something.

Uh... French fry.

Come on, come, on, come on.

Come on.

Ooh, another near miss.

This is more delightful
than I thought it would be.

This is not gonna end well for you.

What, you think I'm worried
about being arrested by Interpol?

No. But you should be worried
about what Parker's gonna do.

Parker is not like us.

What the hell?

Someone's hacking the cameras.

You see?

That's what happens when you're

running things from a dank warehouse

with exposed wires and duct tape.

I guess it's one way of finding out

that without all that dirty money
propping you up,

you're not actually very good at this.

You're just a grifter
with a quick mouth.

And yet...

I built my company.

I studied computer
science, criminology.

I didn't inherit my seat at the table.

Tragic, really.

All that hard work and you just

ended up protecting paranoid tycoons.

Yes.

Because despite the petty
little victories of people like you,

they always win.

And whatever ridiculous street rat
got into my cameras

didn't understand I know security
better than anyone.

And I loathe party crashers.

I need you to clean up a loose end.

Oh, God.

Okay, I just lost access to the cameras,

but I think I have a clue
to Sophie's location.

I focused the background in that video,

and I think I spotted
a Bussmann glass fuse.

I can tell by the design it's
early 20th century, possibly 1915.

I'm searching all the buildings
from that era in the city database.

Well, given the time
between her restaurant receipt

and when I got that video,
you can cross-reference...

Ooh! The watch.

You're in the vault?

Hmm, no. Cake watch. I'm in catering.

Mmm. Just found what I
need to open that access panel.

Liquid nitrogen.

Excuses me.

You got in the vault?

No. This lady's room
is like the French Revolution.

Sharon, I'm telling you,
there's something going on here.

My way into the vault is blocked.

Damn royals
are making everything difficult.

I need to clear the line to the vault.

Ma'am, I'm trying to get
as many of you in as possible

before the dance starts in a half hour.

There will be no
more viewing after that.

Um, why haven't we started the dance?

You mean the Contredanse Allemande.

Okay. Whatever. Ma'am,

I'm your social media coordinator,

we need the dance posted to your feed

before the mayor comes
to give you your award.

- The mayor?
- Yeah.

An award for me?

Are they starting now?

Did you tell them to start now?

No. I... I... I mean, y-yes.

You... You should dance.

- Begin the Contredanse Allemande.
- I...

I'm sorry, ladies, I have no idea
why the dance is starting early.

- What?
- I need to close this area,

so please head
upstairs to the ballroom.

I've been waiting for so long.

Have a nice time. Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Me? What are you doing here?

I asked you first.

What are you, ten?

We agreed to keep our distance
for Sophie's sake.

This is for Sophie's sake.
I got a message.

I got a message.

Steal the watch in ten
minutes or Sophie dies.

Stop someone stealing
the watch or Sophie dies.

Somebody set us against each other.

Well... Well, there's an easy solution.

You need to back off!

Do you ever feel regret
for abandoning them both?

I mean, Astrid for 20 years,

and then, finally, when Parker
finds someone she can trust,

you up and leave again
for your retirement.

My team and I work as one.

I know you, Bligh.

You have no one.
You're all alone in the world.

Relationships make us weak.

If I hadn't met them,
and they hadn't changed my life,

I'd have died years ago
on the bad end of a con, or worse,

I'd still be alone and be you.

Feeling nothing protects you
from everything.

No, you back off.

This is your fault.

My fault?

I'm sure you've got a long list
of enemies from your sordid career,

and this is their revenge.

Sure. Because you never put away
any dangerous psychos as a cop!

Not as many as I wanted.
One in particular.

How do you think this goes, huh?

You stop me and they let Sophie go?

No!

They make you bring them the watch,
and then they kill you both!

You're an amateur,
they know they can con you.

That's right. I'm the Interpol agent,
I don't know how crime works.

Now, stop, Parker, or I will stop you!

You're wasting time!

What?

What?

Who the hell?

That wasn't them.

This is you. You're
double-crossing them.

No, and it's not the people
who were tapping the cameras.

My people took care of that.

Oh, you didn't think
I'd forget about them?

Parker, what's going on?
You have to keep me looped in.

Um, Parker? Yeah,
I think they found me.

Someone else got the watch.

Amazing detective work.
Now, stay out of my way.

No, you don't.

I promised Sophie I'd be nice to you.

I guess I could break your arm nicely.

I'm getting that watch back.

There's only six minutes left.

You're making this worse.

You have no right!

No right?

You had no right to chase Hardison and

I across Europe for a stupid painting.

- That you stole.
- We got split up.

I thought I'd never see him again,
that I lost him because of you!

You took away the person that I loved!

She ran away with con men and thieves,
and I was left alone.

Forgotten!

Replaced by you!

You use and you take!

You don't know love,
you steal other people's love.

I could never steal a mother's love.

I don't even know how it works.

You failed. The watch is gone.
Which means Sophie dies.

No. I can find the watch.

The thief is just ahead of me.
I-I can use Interpol.

I just need a little
more time and I'll get it.

Bring it to me or...

Yeah, or my mother dies. I understand.

And Parker? Where's she?

She's dead.

Astrid's one is moving,

and Parker's is staying on the roof.
Well, well.

Good not perfect.

And I doubt that Agent Pickford's
gonna be able to catch up

with whoever got that watch. So...

...I don't get my 30 million.

Which means killing you
is back on the table.

Go ahead.

But before you do,
ask yourself one question.

And the answer may well determine

whether you come out of this alive.

Who was I with when you grabbed me?

Why would I care who you were with?

I just hope I'm not asking
too much of Astrid, you know?

Expecting her to turn
a blind eye to who I am.

She has such a firm idea
of right and wrong.

She's the law, and we're...

Outlaws!

Always have been, always will be.

Oh, it's never too late.

It's hard to know what family
means when you never had one.

Took me a while.

I hope you're right.

You know,
back when we were grifting together,

never did I ever think I'd be
giving you parenting advice.

Hey! No! What...

Hey!

Drive, drive, drive!

Whoo!

Tara. Been a minute.
Steal anything good lately?

Somebody grabbed Sophie.
They could be heading anywhere.

- So, we've gotta...
- Wait.

Of course, they grabbed her.

No one's in town except for me.

They'll call me with a ransom demand.
Probably to steal something.

They don't have a big lead.
We can track 'em.

Breanna's driving the food truck
back from a naval base in Georgia.

If she's in the
city, I'll loop her in.

Georgia?

You ran a con on an
Ohio-class nuclear submarine?

Just a small one.
Don't call this phone again.

They have Sophie's phone, so they
have the frequency to our comms.

I need to act surprised if they call me.

If Breanna's in the city,
I'll pass information through her.

You're my wild card.

They're not perfect.
They already made one mistake.

If they knew who I was...

They would've taken you out of play.

Grabbed you too. Or killed you.

That's what I would've done.

- I'd have killed you too, babe.
- Aw.

You search, I'm gonna do lasers
until they call. It relaxes me.

Okay, I'm not sure what that means,
but sure. You do lasers.

Oh. Hi. H-Hi, I'm Breanna.

It's an honor.
This is an amazing opportunity.

Yeah, I'm so glad Sophie was snatched
so we could share it.

Ooh! No, no, no. That... That...
That's not what I meant. I...

Relax, kid. What do you have?

As Parker anticipated, the opposition

is in our primary phone system,

but she's got me on a burner phone.

They're tracking her location.

Well, that's good. It means they'll

be focused on her. It gives us a shot.

What'd they ask her to steal?

The Grand Complication
Marie Antoinette watch.

I'm texting you the location.

Did you get any info
on the car that grabbed Sophie?

Brown van, no license.
But I knocked out the right taillight.

Nice. That's gonna make things
a lot easier

when I get into those traffic cameras.

Meet you at the target coordinates.

Yeah, that went well. You were cool.

You were talking to a legend.
You were cool.

The restaurant's security cameras
and all down the block,

blinked out for about two minutes.

So I'm gonna need to start my search
outside of that radius.

Tara smashed one of the taillights so...

I can run a visual AI algorithm to

scan the footage for that pattern.

Single taillight. Instead of... two.

It'll cut my search by, like, 80%.
I'm still gonna need more time.

Big wigs. Huh. For bigwigs.

I've got a plan.

I'm outside.

Oh, wow.

Nice to meet you, too, Breanna.

I'm sorry, you're a rock star.

Military intelligence,

the Russian prison
escape, the Turkish...

I know my bio, hon. Okay.

Uh, I can slide in with the catering.
So, are we still on burners?

Uh, no. Uh, on comms.
It's a different frequency.

Parker needs you to get to the watch.

A second thief will buy me time
to find Sophie.

- I like it.
- Okay.

In this sleeve is a sonic detonator.

I'll use it to shatter the glass.
You knock out the lights.

Is there a retrieval wire?

Yes. With a neodymium magnet
to lift out the watch.

- I-I... so I made that myself.
- And what's Parker doing?

Well, the bad guys can see
what Parker's doing,

so she has to keep
going after the watch.

Then let's give 'em a show, huh?

Let's give 'em...
Let's give 'em... Let's

give 'em a show.
Let's give 'em a show.

Got it.

Told Parker I got into the cameras.

The watch is in the vault.

In the vault. I know.
But there's a line.

She's gotta find me another way in.

Pardon me. Where is the watch display?

Parker find me a way in?

Yes. Um. Through the vents.

What is it with her and vents?

So, the problem is,

is that there's a gaggle
of Antoinettes clogging up the hallway

and she can't open
the access panel for you.

Also, the line is still too long
to get into the vault.

Didn't that lady say something
about a dance?

I cloned her phone.

Yep. And I got her playlist.
Let's bump that song up a bit.

Uh. Are they starting now?
Did you tell them to start now?

No. I-I-I mean y-yes. You...
You should... You should dance...

Begin the Contredanse Allemande.

Vents. Very peaceful. I get it now.

Glad you're in. Okay. Target acquired?

- ...distance for Sophie's sake.
- This is for Sophie's sake.

Not quite. Parker's
arguing with somebody.

- I got a message.
- I got a message.

Astrid. Seriously?
Astrid Pickford's here?

Sophie's daughter? What do we do?
What do we do?

Stick to the plan.
We're running out of time.

- Ah, Tara. Somebody's outside.
- I'm gonna need some help.

I got you, babe. Hang on.

Sorry, boys. We're closed.

Look. All right. O-Okay.

Yeah! Mess with yo' mama.

- Right. Come on, killer.
- Come... Okay. Yeah.

I could never steal a mother's love.

I don't even know how it works.

Ah! We have to...

Yeah. Work together. Which sucks.

What do I do?

Answer the call. I'll leave my phone.

Tell them this...

And Parker? Where is she?

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

I'd never actually kill you,
you know. Not even for her.

Astrid. Hi. Awkward. Phone please?

What are you doing?

Spoofing the GPS.

They will think you are headed up

the highway, while we go get Sophie.

We know where she is?

Ask Breanna.

All I had to do was search
for a brown van with a busted taillight,

near a circa 1915 building,
from the glass fuse.

And match it
with the generative-filled photo...

She is in...

the abandoned
Granite Street Power Station.

- Tara helped.
- I'll drive.

Let's go steal Sophie Devereaux.

And your half hour is up.

You know you almost had it right.

No more bluffing. No more mind-games.

Alexandra Bligh?

RIZ, right? Security firm, they used

to work black bag jobs for dictators.

But then they just suddenly collapsed.
What happened?

We did.

Astrid. You got her right.

Her strength is that she reveres

the law and upholds it no matter what.

Her weakness? She follows her heart.
And has me as her mother.

But Parker. Ooh.
You are out of your depth.

You read her completely wrong.
As a thief? A glorified pickpocket?

Parker is magnificent. She has
no weaknesses. She's laser focused.

She's been three steps
ahead of you the entire time.

And you gave her
half an hour to set it up.

Set what up?

I honestly don't know.
But it's gonna be fun.

Hello, boys.

Parker. Parker.

They can't stop me.

Oh. You came to rescue your mother.

She's right. You do follow your heart.

Sadly that just leaves
you defenseless.

You made a huge mistake, Bligh.

Probably the biggest mistake you
could have made.

Worse than letting Tara escape.

Worse than giving us time
to track you to your little lair.

And worse than pitting me
and Astrid against each other.

And what mistake is that?

You messed with my family.

Careful. With that kimura move
you might break her collarbone.

Oh, I'm counting on it.

H-How did you get that clip?

And you gave her half an hour
to set it up.

Set what up?

I honestly don't know.
But it's gonna be fun.

Come on.

Did... And did you... Well, did you

call... Did she... Did
you call me family?

Is that what you meant?

Hi. I'm Agent Sharon
Healy from Interpol.

Agent Astrid Pickford called me here.

And you have officially ruined
my Friday night.

Alexandra Bligh,

you are wanted on 29
outstanding warrants for fraud,

money laundering and conspiracy.

Oh, crap.

You okay?

Hey. Uh, Bligh's being cuffed
and the truck's out back.

You know,
you're one hell of a wingman.

Did you just say wingman? Because...

Who's up for a nightcap?

She called me a wingman.

Polar Diamond heist, 2018.

- Yep.
- I knew it.

Frankly, it was embarrassing,
they went with a substandard

- Boylan-Kim motion detector.
- ...Kim motion detector.

Glenn-Reeder had
just come out with the

far superior 12-B, it was right there.

I know. I told them,
and they didn't listen.

So actually I don't hold
that one against you.

Madrid art museum 2012.

Somebody almost stopped me
from getting the Goya.

I was this close.

It was you.

Hmm. Guards. Opposite rooftops.
Thermal scopes. It was nice.

Thanks. I was playing a great opponent.
You know. Raised my game.

Hmm.

You didn't stop me
from getting the Caravaggio

from the Salerno museum though.

You stole a Caravaggio?

No.

Huh. Wait. Are they... Are they bonding?

Uh, that's terrifying.

Thank you. For everything.

You don't need to thank me.

We're ride or die.

Oh, and you know Parker's
going to want this.

Hey. You remember
when I said I couldn't,

uh, picture giving
you parenting advice?

It suits you.

- You did call me that.
- No, I didn't.

Family. That was what you said.

No. Family's, plural,
I was talking to Sophie.

Oh, I don't know. It sounds like you
were directly referring to me.

Parker. Tara wanted you to have this.

Hmm. Hmm.

Seriously?

Ooh, cake.

- Cake?
- Mmm. My cake.

Parker.

Not my cake?

Share nicely, girls.

Oh, Parker!

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I have never been so mad at myself
for trusting a man.

How much did he take from you?

All of my savings.

Neal Trivedi, a self-swindled
millionaire from Mumbai.

- He's a catfish.
- Yes.

He's an equal-opportunity swindler.

What? Me? You guys...

I'm honored.

- Not bad, huh?
- It needs swagger.

We need rizz.

Where do you buy rizz?

Love to show you around New Orleans.

I'd love to give you
the full NOLA experience.

Dad?