Previously on Professionals...
I can't wait to see Tariq go down for racketeering and murder.
- Have a nice day. - I'm going to find you.
- No evidence, no case. - Work for me.
We're done here.
- I could use your help with Tariq. - He's not your friend.
Panacea will track the outbreak of infectious diseases.
Dr. Geller, Panacea is in your hands.
Commencing launch sequence.
- Peter Swann. - What do you want?
- Your help. - Grace told me
about your and her time together.
- You're an authority on... - Blowing stuff up.
What the heck blew up my rocket?
The only way I can help is to go to French Guiana and see what I see.
These are the only people you two can trust right now.
Dad did manage to coax a certain Goth goddess out of her crypt.
Hello, father figure.
That girl is genetically wired to pop my brain!
You see how he pointed a gun on me? Would he shoot me?
- Really? - Isn't it nice we'll never find out?
Hey, what's up?
- Bad time? - Nah. Gimme a sec.
Hey, cover me. I gotta take this.
Is this the call I've been dreaming of?
Depends. Have you been dreaming of dying in French Guiana?
I knew you'd get back on the circuit.
Seriously though, a tug boat?
It's a yacht.
Job's only a couple of days. An old friend needs a favor.
Since when are you doing favors? Since when do you have any friends?
Can you be there in 24 hours?
Yeah.
Don't move. Hands in the air!
Better make that 36.
Hi.
- Who's the client? - Some billionaire named Swann.
The rocket guy?
Yeah. That's why we're going to French Guiana.
That's where the rocket site is. Gotta flush out who blew it up.
We have any intel? Or is this a snipe hunt?
Do you really have to ask? You in or out?
From where I'm sitting? Sounds like a vacation.
Great, I'll send you the deets.
- You got a six on Romy? - Yeah.
Blood and guts I can handle, but dog pee? It's a no-go.
Hey there, ponytail. It's dad.
Listen, if you hear anything about me in the news, I'm fine.
Grace is fine.
But I need you to call me back.
Right? Send me a text or...
smoke signal.
Yeah.
You're listening to Vial.
You already know.
Vial, baby.
Knock knock, it's the big, bad wolf Standing at your front door.
Huffing, puffing Eat you like a muffin.
Creamy stuffing.
Sorry, homie There ain't nothing you can do.
When I come at you like Pooh Bear Steal your honey.
But I don't need your money Cos in case you haven't heard,
I'm a gangster millionaire Throw that money in the air.
Sorry. It's my father.
That phone is a golden leash, and he yanks it whenever he wants.
You know what? Everybody take five!
I gotta show this * who her real daddy is.
I've been meaning to ask, Dr. Davila.
Souvenir from the in-country?
No, it's just a reminder to always wear my seat belt.
- Right, Vincent? - Vincent? Come here.
Duty calls.
Hi. I'm leaving my fourth message.
I got this one in a bar fight.
Get back to me. I love you.
Just... talking to my daughter's voicemail.
Her phone is actually grafted to her hand.
Until I call.
Yeah.
Hey...
To the two most powerful words in the English language.
Thank you.
No thank you.
No? There's beer if you...
This drinking with your client thing. I'm sure you understand.
Oh, right.
Same goes for the crew too, huh?
With all the weapons on board, it's good to keep Jack to one bottle.
- So I'm still a client? - Until we get you home safely, yes.
There's nothing safe about where we're going.
Father and my kid sister Zora are lying in wait
right now, sharpening a knife with my name on it.
But you know, it's hard to tell...
the difference of when business drama ends
and family drama starts.
Are you asking me for my advice?
If it's free. No, I'm kidding. Well...
I'm asking you to stay on.
Listen...
I'm scared, Vincent.
And not for myself, not for anything I own, but...
I'm concerned about Grace. I have to have her safe.
Even if that means dragging you back into her life.
I mean, I say this knowing what we have in common.
So...
You know, don't answer now. Think about it and get back to me.
Decorum, please.
Let's begin.
Mr. Basari!
Are you surprised the case was dismissed?
Will you file a suit against Europol?
A lot of people say a person who looks like me will never get justice
in a place like this, but to them I said no.
We must have faith in the value of our free society.
The system works, and it did work for me.
So I bear no ill will towards Europol or anyone
who accuses me of these terrible crimes.
In fact, my chief inquisitor, Agent Neumann, is here.
I'd like to state publicly...
I will take no legal action against him for his harassment
of myself and my family.
Instead...
let us embrace...
in the name of justice served.
Next time, I'll take personal care of you and your family.
Show me! Try now! Kill me!
Let me go!
Grace, they are sending us more patients to pick up.
Are they coming from the clinic, or...?
I don't know. I will call headquarters to find out.
I can't feel my legs.
Moussa!
Remind me to stay on your good side.
I said...
remind me to stay on your good side.
- I didn't have my seat belt on. - Oh, always wear your seat belt.
That'll leave a mark.
Hi.
Hi. I'm Vincent.
What's your name?
Grace.
Grace?
Grace, wake up. We're here.
- Where's here? - It's my dad's place.
- Peter, are you okay? - We're good.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Okay. - Thank God you got out.
Thank them.
Has Jane called you?
- Have you heard from her? - No, but maybe dad has.
He's been glued to the news,
like everybody else. Half the world thinks you're dead!
- The other half wants me dead. - It's been absolute hysteria.
- Wasn't that Luther? - Yeah.
- The plot thickens. - Not for me. I'm done.
Whoa. This place has its own zip code!
Try not to get lost.
These are not your typical servants' quarters.
- Yeah, I could get used to this. - Well, don't.
Grab a shower, stow your gear.
Be ready to leave the second that we get paid.
Boots off when you get to your room. Jack, your socks too.
- Nothing from Jane? - No.
Why can't she over-share on social media
like every other normal 20-something year old girl?
Oh, yeah.
Who is it?
It's me.
Gimme a second.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Can I come in? - Your virgin eyes are safe.
What brings you to the servants' quarters?
- Hoping maybe we could talk. - About?
Settling up.
Services rendered and... and all that.
Feels wrong taking money from you. Not from Peter, but from you.
Now we're even.
Trig is hiding from his kids,
and I'm pretty sure Jack hasn't figured out the shower yet.
And you, Vincent? Are you in a big rush?
I'm not asking for me.
What Peter's trying to do, it's so important.
But he needs help.
The kind even a billionaire can't buy.
Competitors, rivals, even his friends can't be trusted.
Maybe not even his family.
- He seems close with his sister. - Half-sister, for what it's worth.
Reginald dumped her mother when Zora was nine years old.
I'm doing what I can, but I can't do what you do.
But if we work together...
Believe me, it's for the good of the whole world.
But Peter can't work on Panacea when he has all these worries.
And now he needs help finding his daughter Jane.
Do you think it's easy for me seeing you with him?
Vincent, you decent?
- So what's going on? - Settling up.
I figured I'd take care of this while you were in the shower.
I'll pack up and hit the road.
Before you do, there's one more favor
I have to ask of you if you're willing.
- Lead the way. - After you.
Peter! Hey!
Not funny!
How could you be so selfish?
- So reckless? - We're being selfish?
For almost being murdered?
For putting yourselves in danger in the first place!
The only danger now is ignoring the truth.
Please.
Who would destroy a satellite tracking diseases, of all things?
- Wait, isn't that...? - Yeah.
Luther! What the hell is this?
We caught these three smuggling weapons hidden in these baskets.
I see baskets, I see bodies, I see figs.
What I don't see are guns.
- Do you see this one? - Do you see that one?
Get out of here, kid.
How many's that? Ten? Twelve?
- Or is it too many to count? - Seventeen.
What do you think we're doing? Making friends?
Get your * up!
Kick his *.
He started it. He can finish it.
Get your * up.
You touch me again, and you're fired!
Too late. I quit.
Vincent.
Would you please tell my obstinate and narrow-minded family
that what happened in Guiana was not a failed kidnapping attempt!
Why should I listen to him any more than you?
Because he is Vincent Corbo.
Mr. Corbo's a legend in the security industry.
First rate operator known all over the world.
Not sure if he recalls, but he and I worked together briefly, in Iraq.
I was just thinking about that.
But I heard you retired.
You heard right.
Mr. Swann and Dr. Davila asked me to run their private security.
They offered me a contract that was so generous
my own team would have fragged me had I passed it up.
Well, now that's settled, whatever it was,
can we please get clear on next steps?
Until we know what or who we're up against,
I think we need to freeze the next launch.
Regardless of the hit on our market value.
No, it's not happening. Tell them, Grace.
Modeling is ongoing,
but multiple vectors are converging along the Congolese border.
Meaning what?
Meaning a pandemic not seen since Spanish flu killed 80 million people.
That was before super saver airlines.
The next window launch is in seven weeks.
We need to get a new Panacea online as soon as possible.
You just told us that the last one was sabotaged.
Now you want to blunder on and risk another rocket?
Children, focus!
We all know how the markets love instability and chaos.
Like a genius, alleged genius, putting himself in harm's way.
How do we address this today
so Wall Street doesn't destroy us tomorrow?
You two. Overpaid risk assessors.
Any advice?
You want to restore confidence?
You need to project calm, control and...
positivity.
I concur. You need to lie your *s off.
Let's regroup at dinner.
After my Vinyasa flow.
And you!
I don't know what I said or did that got him to change his mind,
but if you do change your mind back the other way,
I will sue your *!
Wait. Please let that be my kid.
No, it's not my daughter. Abe Geller.
Abe! How's Dublin?
You been watching all the craziness?
Remember... positivity.
Well, what can I say?
What about your team?
Will they sign on and help us find Peter's daughter?
You made them an offer they won't refuse.
Peter.
We need to talk about the launch.
Seriously talk, Peter.
Which launch are you talking about? The last one or the next one?
It's imprudent
to say too much on the phone.
Better talk when you get back. Face to face.
Abe, are you okay?
Peter...
I'm so thankful you're all right.
Hello?
That's the best part.
When I caved in his nose job? God, that felt good.
Out of respect for your many past honors,
past honors, Agent Neumann,
Judge Petain has generously agreed to forgo criminal charges.
In return, you will retire from law enforcement,
take your pension and disappear.
Preferably far from Europe.
That's a problem, see?
When cops retire too early, they get bored, so they drink.
When they drink, they talk, and sometimes
they talk about the wrong people.
Like the judge who makes a call when her son is pinched for dealing.
Now, for a mother's love, maybe that can slide.
But then there's the agency big shot
who uses Europol money to party in Dubai.
Or maybe the minister whose comrades
at the Russian Embassy leave him bags of Euros here and there.
Is that enough?
Because I can go on and on
and on and on and on and on.
How bad?
Touch and go, but eventually they saw things my way.
And Basari?
Officially, the case is closed. We're back to working major crimes.
And unofficially?
I don't need to chase Basari to catch him.
I just need to find that dirtbag who jacked my evidence.
He's the key to lock Basari away forever.
Vincent Corbo. Still in a hurry to get... where, exactly?
- Ever figure it out? - Away from you is a good start.
Maybe stay away. Let me worry about Peter Swann.
- Like you worried about his rocket? - Things happen. Even to billionaires.
The real mystery is, why do you care?
You wanna help, send me his threats file.
Do you one better.
Swann's daughter Jane, who's not answering his calls?
She's holed up in Dublin with a rapper full of facial tattoos.
- Did you tell Swann? - I'm telling you.
See? There's no reason we can't be friends.
Actually, I have 17 reasons. And every night that I can't sleep,
I count them like 17 sheep on the way to the slaughter.
Would he sue me, really?
Isn't it nice we'll never find out?
How concerned should I be?
I've sent them off scrambling for your niece.
You do what you do best. Let me do what I do best.
And what is that, exactly?
- Ajay, great job on short notice. - No notice, but thank you.
Ajay Khan of Khan & Associates.
"Associates" means his friends and family.
Most of whom are running interference for us outside.
Ajay will be providing our ground team,
and unless he's lost a step, he has a line on Jane already.
Apologies, Mr. Swann. My head tech and offspring Dhara
commandeered one of your conference spaces.
- Why did you do all this? - I told you to trust me.
Peter!
- No one told me you were back. - It was a last-minute kind of thing.
Can we talk?
Not the best time right now. Let me call you later.
Tariq sends his best.
If that's his best, he's in worse shape than I thought.
We have history, Danny Boy, but don't be stupid.
You pick my turf to steal from? I told you I hate stupid.
I wanna crush it right out of the world like a bug!
If you can't get your brother to work for me,
then stay away from stealing expensive cars on my turf!
Our next reunion will not be this fun.
I promise you.
Ajay.
The good news is we might know how to find her.
The bad news is she's likely to be with her boyfriend.
Dhara, if you please?
This, ladies and gentlemen, is Stanley Fripp.
His nom de rap is, accurately enough, Vial.
It suits him. Multiple arrests for assault.
I've got a question for all you wannabe rappers out there.
I know this guy.
They say his music's so awful it stops bees from, you know...
mating.
Well, thank you for that, Hacksaw.
Despite, or perhaps because of a manifest lack of musical talent,
Mr. Fripp's fan base can only be described as legit.
Not worried about a few posers.
Not after they get an earful of some heavy metal.
It's a public grab, so no weapons.
We'll extract Jane tonight,
from an old ballroom where Vial's putting on a show.
Translation, he couldn't score a real venue.
It works for us. No police presence.
You know what to do.
You go, or you'll need the doctor.
I'm going in. Be ready to come in hot.
Vincent, you may have blown the element of surprise!
Dhara, how's my tracker?
All good. Your tracker is clear,
and I have a lock on Jane's cell signal.
Same floor, looks like three rooms beyond the stage.
Access to the back room via a discreet entrance left of stage.
- Grace, you got that? - Yeah, I'm going to the hospital now.
- The next doorway past the dunny. - The what?
She means the toilet. The door after.
Best use simple words for him.
Also, best to switch channels if you're gonna drag me.
Hey, what if this boyfriend guy interferes?
- We're counting on it. - What?
So the body bag option's just off the table?
You'll have to ask Dr. Davila. It was entirely her idea.
Security. Sorry to bother you. I need to make my rounds.
Hurry up and get out.
Twenty yards ahead.
- Her skin is cold and pale. - What?
We're going! We're going now! Let's go!
Mr. Swann, sit down!
Vincent, can you check her pulse?
Get off me, you creep!
Pulse is strong.
Okay. I'll see you at the hospital.
She's vital.
Vincent's got this.
Okay.
Can we go?
Hey, yo. What the hell's going on here?
Easy, Vial. We need to get her to a doctor.
Yeah, well, how about we stomp you instead?
I know my rights. I'm not going anyplace with you.
Let's bring him with us.
Baby, what's wrong?
Does anybody else smell egg rolls?
Oh my God.
- What did you do to him? - Oh God, I think Vial is OD'ing!
- Call the paramedics then, fool! - I'm on it.
Let's roll.
Let's go, guys. Double time. Before security gets here.
- They'll get her, Mr. Swann. - Thank you very much.
Move, move, move!
There he is!
Get her out of here. Don't let him go till I get back.
- But you're headed nowhere! - Story of my life. Any guidance?
Turning place ahead for the enceinte.
Simple, remember.
Toward the wall. You'll see a passageway at two o'clock.
Okay.
Straight up the old ballroom staircase.
Through the Zwinger and onto the roof.
What exactly is a Zwinger?
It's kinda like a corridor to channel your enemies into a...
How can I describe it?
- Kill zone. - Precisely!
Don't you guys have books to burn?
Dead man. You're a dead man!
- Are you still with me? - We're en route.
Egress through the door on the right, straight to the roof.
- Then where? - Nowhere. You jump.
He's getting pounded.
- How much longer? - We're seconds away.
I see you.
I'm coming to you!
Stop fooling around and get in here!
- How's the boyfriend? - Recovering. Maybe.
Heads up.
- Everybody all right? - Everybody but you.
Ajay's gonna set you up with bunks. We start early in the morning.
So no detours to the pub.
But beer's an *-kicking anti-inflammatory.
Yeah, every time you drink it, you get your * kicked.
Yeah, yeah...
How's Jane?
She's stable.
- Grace is with her right now. - And you're down here.
Yeah.
- You got kids, Vincent? - I have a little brother.
And believe me, that's plenty.
What am I missing? What is she not getting that I'm not giving her?
Ever shown her how you feel?
Detox, rehab,
more rehab, interventions, best doctors in the world,
- spiritual advisors... - I mean, have you ever shown her?
I got an idea.
- Yo, what's going on, man? - Stanley D. Fripp.
- We haven't been properly introduced. - I know who you are.
Yeah, you're that billionaire tool, Peter Swann.
I know you know who I am. But I'm not that guy tonight.
Tonight I'm just Jane's dad.
Also, I'm a music fan.
I bought your contract from the record label. So you work for me now.
So buckle up. Should be a good ride. Enjoy it.
Don't do this man, this is wrong! This is wrong!
I expect a runaway success!
I don't know how I feel about doing that.
You should feel lousy, sick to your stomach, wracked with guilt.
Still, needed to be done.
Hey, it's cool, it's a hospital!
You can be mad. You can hate me.
As long as you're okay, I can live with that.