Professionals

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!

Cops aren't welcome.

Cool. Not a fan myself.

I'm looking for this girl. She needs a doctor.

You go, or you'll need the doctor.

It's all right. It's okay, he'll be all right.

What's happening is your Adam's apple is blocking your trachea.

I can pop it back if you want, but that's entirely up to you.

You know this guy they call Vial?

Tell me where he is in this circus,

or you'll die in front of these clowns.

Can you be slightly more specific?

Thank you.

-I'm gonna kill you. -Get in line.

Going in. Be ready to come in hot.

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.

Hey, Romy. How's Hollywood? You famous yet?

As glamorous as you think it is. Whatever you're calling about...

-count me in. -Great.

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 bitch 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.

Huh?

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!

-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.

I guess you're all in a big rush to get home.

Romy lives out of a tennis bag.

Trig is hiding from his kids,

and I'm pretty sure Jack hasn't figured out the shower yet.