Professionals

Previously, on Professionals.

Have a nice day, huh?

I need to find that dirtbag who jacked my evidence.

Jane Swann. Her father Mr Swann.

I'd like her found ASAP.

You can hate me. As long as you're okay.

Dr Geller, Panacea is in your hands.

Commencing launch sequence.

We've got engineers, physicists, they all chalk it up to anomalous shock.

-You think they're wrong? -I'm sure they're wrong.

So my billion dollar rocket was taken out by a pot shot.

Competitors, rivals, even his friends can't be trusted.

Maybe not even his family.

My kid sister Zora is sharpening a knife with my name on it.

How do we address this so Wall Street doesn't destroy us?

We need a replacement Panacea ASAP!

Until we know who we're up against we need to freeze the next launch.

We need to seriously talk, Peter.

Not the best time right now. Why don't you let me call you later.

At location. All quiet.

Will update shortly.

Yes, of course. But I really thought that you would move on...

...I'm afraid Peter. I'm being followed and...

Vincent!

-Stop! -Stop him!

Stop!

Entrepreneur: One who seeks opportunity in the face of risk.

In today's emerging markets, fortune favors the bold.

For those daring few, opportunity has never been more abundant.

And the risks never more challenging.

Wherever your vision takes you, let Parallax lead the way.

Logistics and transport. Infrastructure solutions.

Discreet force application.

Parallax can protect it all, because we provide it all.

Parallax - you seek the opportunity, let us handle the risk.

Parallax Global Solutions. A proud subsidiary of The Swann Group.

Wow! Incredible! And the music was amazing.

We got the guy... what's his name? Did all the Star Wars.

He's teasing. People only mention the score when the movie stinks.

Zora, please, there's so much to unpack here. My head is spinning.

What's to unpack? Swann Corp is acquiring my company.

"Is acquiring" isn't the same as "has acquired".

Admit it, it's a perfect fit.

And why pay Luther when we can pay ourselves?

Oh, I understand why, from Luther's point of view

what murky mercenary army...

Sorry, I mean... What totally legitimate executive security outfit

wouldn't want a cover of a blue chip brand like Swann?

And I can see the appeal for you too Zora.

What I don't see is how.

Maybe with the, what was it, "discreet force application"

you got your father to go along with...

No, there's no way Peter signed off on this.

Let me guess, you need somebody on the board to push the deal.

When Peter objects, he gets voted out.

And he never knows that his own sister was the one to arrange it all.

It's for Peter's own good.

Wall Street, our investors, our competition.

They all need to see us taking charge

before this satellite mess drags down the whole house.

Sort of a "tough love" approach.

And knowing you Luther, I'm sure it's more "tough" than "love".

Possibly I can find the votes.

You get your acquisition, you get filthy rich

and I get... what?

Why make us guess when you obviously know already?

It's reassuring to know that love - or whatever you're doing -

hasn't dulled Luther's instincts.

Swann has another rocket launch in a few weeks' time.

But if Peter is removed,

he no longer has control about what is launched in that rocket.

And I know some very discreet people with very discreet payload,

who are looking for a boost into orbit.

So let them make an offer.

No, it's not like that. These people are hopelessly old school.

You have to prove that you're serious to them first.

I've dealt with this sort of thing before. They want an offering, right?

A gift that demonstrates respect.

If you want our attention then lavish us with tribute.

-And the gift is? -In this case, something very ugly.

At ease.

Look at this lovely buffet!

Do these look like armor piercing rounds to you?

Do these look like armor piercing rounds to you?!

No sir. Regular rounds.

Load them again. Load them all again.

-Onto the main course. -Sir...

Now that's a mouthful isn't it?

Oh, it's perfect!

Thank you sir!

If I wanted to cut down a damn redwood! But I don't, do I?

-Do you know where I'm going? -Yes, sir!

Do you know how I'm getting there?

Yes, sir.

And yet you thought that this was a good idea?!

Sorry, sir!

You will be, after I carve moron into your damn forehead!

When I ask for a compact chainsaw, I'm not asking.

For the record, I like Peter. Admire him even.

He's going to fight you with everything he's got

and I'm not even sure I want him to lose.

It's for the best. And look what getting fired did for Steve Jobs.

Whatever helps you sleep at night Zora.

Let's just dispense with the "robot as slave" clichéd narrative.

Next-gen robotics will be more like ideal parents.

Always there for you when you need them.

Never obtrusive when you don't.

Infinitely knowledgeable, patient, dependable.

Incapable of misinformation, personal agendas, bad moods.

Best of all, you never have to listen to them say, "Because I told you so!"

Thank you. I think that's my time. You've been very kind.

Oh, stop!

Bro... You crushed it!

They just handed you the Nobel Prize.

Right, Nobel Prize for idiots maybe. Jazz robots? Come on!

You mean you gave the lamest, most self-worshiping Smart Talk since...

When did Bono give his?

Yeah, it was an experiment to test the limits of mindless ass kissing.

That's the best kind. What's the matter with you?

I dunno. I'm just not feeling it.

What's all this for?

Dude, you've just been single too long. That's all.

Luckily, it's lady-geek candyland in here!

All of them waiting for your apex genius baby genes.

Let's hit it while the bar's jumping and the progesterone's pumping.

You hit it for me. I'm gonna sit this one out. It's not my scene anymore.

-Seriously man? -You go ahead.

-Shake it off. -Alright, I'll do that.

So how worried should you be?

As an epidemiologist, global warming gravely concerns me.

Compared to climate collapse, how bad can a mosquito bite really be?

Deaths caused by extreme weather: 600,000 during the last 20 years.

By malaria: one million last year alone.

One million dead, just from mosquitoes.

But still you know, none of this keeps me up at night.

No, what keeps me up is you.

All of you evolved, educated, nice people.

Because no matter how many talks I give

I can't seem to break through your polite, well-meaning complacency.

Because no matter what I say up here, the threat always remains out there!

Abstract, far away.

Until today.

See?

Fly! Fly, my pretties! Malaria! It's here right now.

Malaria! Yellow fever! Sir, for you, especially.

I'm just kidding! They're harmless!

Just your luck. Getting yellow fever at the hospital.

Well the upshot is, the best person to treat it is in this room.

Ever tell you how Grace and I met?

Since I never died of boredom, no.

At my last Smart Talk. I can't imagine why they never asked me back.

-Yeah, it's a mystery. -It is.

I should go. I'll see you back at Ajay's.

We'll be there.

-So how was it when you groped me? -Hey, claws away!

-He saved your life. -I know when I've been abused.

Having met your boyfriend, I'm sure you do.

Alright, I'm gonna go. I need you to stay here and watch her, okay?

Keep an eye on her all night if you have to. Alright? Thanks.

Morning.

Ladies...

Hello, ladies.

-Hello, Wanita. -Hello.

Hello ladies.

Oh...

Hello now. How did you get through the x-ray machine?

Bang!

Good gag huh?

Still, doesn't make you feel good about airport security though.

Anybody spare a dash of fabric softener?

-Sorry. -Sorry.

Oh.

Ah, come on! Damn it, Vincent, respect me man!

You're poking the bear my friends! And here she comes!

I told them to let you sleep!

It's good to know they don't listen to you either.

Any chance you can let the painter in at 10?

I can't. Catching the puddle jumper back to Dublin.

Risk assessment with the client.

-What's with the hot water? -The plumber's coming on Thursday.

My god! Is this our life?

Yeah.

We showed such great promise.

-We did. -Yeah.

Fry up's in the Viking. And wear your Kevlar please.

It's just a meeting. Honey, it's just a meeting.

Of course I'll wear my Kevlar baby, because I love you so much.

Charlie, where's my wig?!

Catch you back at the RMB at 12:00 hours.

You're top T operatives, so I don't need to explain why you're here.

Hell, no. It's crushing time.

-For the legalities. -Vincent's word isn't good enough?

It would be if lawyers didn't run the world.

They say you can't work if not insured.

-Over here! -And for that, you need?

-A fitness test. -Doctor's exam. Here he comes.

Dhara will keep score. Anybody want out?

Out? The lowest score buys the beer.

-Someone gave you credit? -I'm gonna enjoy drinking his money.

-Name? -Tyler Andre Raines.