Leverage

Where'd he go? He was just here.

The rich and powerful take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes, bad guys make the best good guys.

We provide...

- Hardison! - Yeah, yeah. One second, Eliot.

Uh, Parker. Parker.

- What? - Guess what we're doing Saturday night.

Um, going to the --

Wrong.

We're going to fighting robots at the Civic Center!

- Great. - And check it.

We are sitting right up next to the plexiglass.

I can breathe on it.

- Ooh, that's close. - Real close.

You know what?

We're sitting, like, right above the area

with the spinning saw blades and the mallets.

Sounds, uh, loud.

Yeah, it's real loud, 'cause they send them in, they fight to the death.

You know what I mean? You know what?

I don't know if you've ever experienced this,

but have you ever seen, like, a robot bleed out oil?

It's so... emotional.

- I mean -- - Hardison!

Yeah, I'm coming, man!

Such a -- But you down, right? We good?

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. - We going? Uh-huh.

All right. Good times.

What? Sophie!

Not even for a little while?

Unh-unh. I told you. I have plans.

Hey, and it is a valid strategy.

It's not strategy, all right?

Betting on every hand is not strategy. It's annoying.

I just got a phone message from detective Bonanno,

saying that he -- he wants to come over.

He's -- no, no, no, this.

- No, no, guys. - Oh, come on.

Your father had a poker game for 30 years.

Police, criminals at the same table.

This is good for you.

Yes, I want to be like my father.

Good insight, Sophie.

Nice.

You know, living inside your own head, Nate,

only having conversations with your crew -- that ain't right.

Name one person you can have a conversation with who isn't on this team.

Don't say Maggie.

Look, I got my buddies that were in the service.

Hell, even Hardison's got his little internet friends.

They're all elves and gnomes, but at least --

They're orcs. They're orcs. You just don't listen.

I have dinner plans.

Even Parker's meeting a friend tonight. Mm-hmm.

Remember Peggy from that jury job in Los Angeles?

Technically, she's Alice's friend --

- You're Alice. - You're Alice, actually.

She went to Boston last year, so we've been doing brunch

and other normal-people stuff.

And we're very proud of you.

For having brunch?

Well, it's not hard. There are forks.

So, girls' night out, boys' night poker.

It's character-building for everyone.

Have fun.

Do not let him go off and sulk.

I've got to talk to you.

Unh-unh, no. I can't right now. I'm in a hurry.

- No, it'll only take a second. - No, no, no.

- It's not a good time. - Wait!

- Parker, in or out? Come on. - No.

You know that thing you do when you fix whatever I'm doing wrong?

- You mean advice? - Mm-hmm.

- I'm guessing you and Hardison? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, so, he knows stuff, right? And I know stuff, too.

But my stuff is completely different from his stuff.

Okay, all right, yeah.

It's just typical early relationship jitters, all right?

Just be patient, and soon you'll be --

you'll be thick as thieves.

Wait! You haven't fixed me yet.

Oh, come on. I'm late.

Can't you talk to your friend Peggy?

No, she's got a blind date.

I'm supposed to go check him out first

to make sure iLuvPaws72 isn't a disaster.

Who?

Well, they met online. They're both cat lovers.

And she doesn't know what he looks like

because they both use cats as their profile pictures.

Good night, Parker. Have a good night.

Hey.

- Hi. - Hi.

Oh. Oh, gosh, I can't believe I'm doing this.

- Is he here yet? - No, not yet.

- You can relax. - Oh, God. You don't understand.

I'm taking a perfect stranger to a party I'm catering.

And it's at the Venezuelan Consulate.

I mean, that's a big deal for me.

Yeah.

Hello?

What? No, no, no, no. No.

The arepas are supposed to be flash-fried, not deep-fried.

What?

No.

I'm sorry. Can you excuse me just for one second?

Okay.

You know what? You need to put Gustavo on the phone now.

Yes, sir. What can I get for you?

Can I get a tequila, top-shelf, very cold,

and...

Hmm -- a Cosmopolitan.

No tab. I'm not staying.

Bam!

You bet out on a pair of 2s?

Never tell me the odds.

Respect the game. Respect the game.

Respect the swag.

Hey, girl. I'm a little busy.

I just uploaded some photos to my skydrive.

Can you run that face thing that tells you if people are bad?

You mean the one that took me six knockdown, drag-out months to hack?

Yeah.

Girl, I'm trying to prove my manhood with my boys.

You know what I'm saying? With my boys.

Please?

- H-hang on. - Hardison, you in or out?

What?

Oh, oh, okay.

Parker, Craig Mattingly.

He's wanted for burglary and grand larceny

in a whole bunch of countries.

He is trouble.

And he -- he's got some strikingly good features --

squared-up jaw and everything.

P-Parker, what are you doing with this guy?

Thanks. You're the best.

Wait. Parker, wait. I --

Hey!

To a night of unbridled debauchery.

I'll drink to that.

Tara, we've been friends for so long.

Why do we never work together?

Well, you only need one grifter per crew.

It's a silly rule.

A yacht in Saint-Tropez, you and me --

imagine the damage we'd do.

Well, there is that.

Hello?

Sophie, I need your help.

It's my friend Peggy's blind date.

I'm sending you a photo.

Unh-unh, no. Parker, listen.

Tara and I just sat down.

Does this man look like "iLuvPaws72"?

Yum.

And look what Hardison found.

Ooh. Wanted in multiple jurisdictions.

Bad boy.

Well, he must be targeting your friend for a reason.

Yeah. We have to help her.

All right. This place is dead, anyway.

Zoom in on the picture -- the part with the wallet.

Uh-huh. Staying at the Palaestra.

We could toss his room, see what we can find.

All right, Parker.

Don't do anything until we --

Parker?

Parker!

Hi, I'm Peggy.

- You're Peggy? TabbyFan76? - Guilty as charged.

iLuvPaws72 -- Craig Mattingly. It's great to meet you.

You too.

- Oh. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Ahh.

Well, this place is swell,

but we should really get to that party of yours.

Right, the party that I, uh -- that I'm catering,

because I'm a caterer.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Gala at the Venezuelan Consulate.

We should go.

Oh, uh, what's the rush?

Well, you know, I'm a country veterinarian.

It's not every day I get to break out the formal wear.

Right, okay.

Um, well, I just have to make a call,

because I have to call my cat.

He likes to hear my voice on the machine.

When I go out, he gets sad.

Sometimes he cries, and the neighbor calls. It's crazy.

Don't move. I'll be right back.

Okay.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

Okay. Is he here? What's he like?

- Yeah. - Great.

Oh, no.

Yeah.

You know, I really liked this one.