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notable moments from The Runway Job

leverage 2.10

Nate: Um, I wanna ask you something. Is, is Florence here, and you can just tell me. It's... is she here illegally?

Theresa: No, the Pans are very careful. They provide work papers, keep everything just on this side of legal. But once the women are here, they make them work off the cost of their passage.

Nate: Right. Which takes years because, my guess is, they pay them well below minimum wage. And they know because of the language barrier no one's going to complain

that’s so sad and fucked up

- - - - -

Sophie (on phone): Look, we didn't get along when we first started. And Eliot, how long did it take before you trusted me? Hm? Eliot, you do trust me, don't you?

Eliot: That's not the point, Sophie. If Nate doesn't like this chick, then it's not gonna work.

Sophie: Which is why you've gotta get him on board. Look, you need a grifter. The last time one of you tried to grift, you wound up kidnapped by Russians.

Eliot: This brother right here.

Parker: Hardison.

Hardison: We still can't let that go?

the ot3 = children

also eliot is wearing a blue shirt that matches parker’s flannel 💖

and her teal doc martens??? AMAZING

+ eliot’s lil hair braids and beads

- - - - -

Sophie: Listen to me. Tara Cole is the best. I wouldn't have sent her if I didn't trust her. I know you're gonna love her. So, just give her a chance.

Eliot: She is hot.

Hardison: She's very hot.

Parker: Hot. (everyone looks at Parker) Warm? Cold? Why are we staring

I’d die for bisexual parker, okay? bi (grey-ace???) parker I will take to my grave

- - - - -

Eliot: Touchdown.

Parker: I just miss you.

(Sophie ends the call. Parker tosses the remote to Hardison)

eliot trying to be nonchalant as nate walks in? a dork

and parker lets herself be extremely vulnerable for a moment and we’re soft for it

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Tara: Yeah. No. I get it. I mean the word con comes from confidence, right? We gotta build her confidence. Make her thinks she's the greatest designer in the world.

Nate: There you go.

Eliot: How?

Nate: How? We need a Caprina.

Tara: What is that? So, he just says things and then walks away?

Parker: Yeah. You're gonna have to get used to that.

- - - - -

parker’s lil pool cleaner outfit with an orange polka dot bathing suit underneath??? adorable

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Eliot: Tell me about Fashion Week.

Tara: The big designers use it to launch their new collections, but it's mainly showcases for rising stars. The investors are looking for the next big thing. Tommy Hilfiger, Marc Jacobs, Andre V. They all got their start at Fashion Week.

(Hardison looks closely at Eliot’s face)

Eliot: What?

Hardison: Is that, is that mascara? Dude, you got on guy-liner, man. And the leather pants.

Eliot: What...? This is... Listen, this is fashion-y.

Hardison: If you're Steven Seagal.

(Tara laughs. Eliot pulls off his scarf and takes down his hair)

Eliot: Don't. Don't!

Hardison: Not everybody can rock the scarf.

Tara: I was gonna say Stephen Tyler, but Seagal works.

Hardison: It's a bold choice, man. I respect it

LEAVE HIM ALONE

also that marriedness tho

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Tara (looks through Gloria’s sketchbook): Oh. So lovely. Such bold use of buckles, huh?

Gloria: I call it Pilgrim Chic

eliot: pinches the bridge of his nose, Over It™

- - - - -

Tara: No. I'm quitting. I don't need this crap.

Sophie: You're not quitting, Tara.

Tara: At least Eliot's a professional. Hardison's, you know, warming up. Even Parker seems okay with me.

Sophie: Parker showed feelings?

Tara: A feeling. Seemed like a human one, but it's hard to tell.

SOPHIE’S PROUD SMILE

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parker and the reindeer games

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Nate: Listen to me, a car is driving 80 miles an hour. How long does it take to get to a camera a mile away?

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: That's seventh grade algebra, Hardison.

[Exterior Pan House]

Nate: Listen, the husband said that they had partners.

Parker: Forty-five seconds.

Nate: What?

Parker: That's the answer, 45 seconds.

Nate: Oh

someone make a compilation of parker being extremely smart and talented pls it’s for my serotonin

- - - - -

Eliot: We gotta go.

(they exit into the factory floor. Three men come in through a large door)

Eliot: We gotta go. Nate, I got three guys here. Armed with cleavers. That's the signature of the Triad.

[Interior Car]

Nate: Triads. We're a minute away.

Parker: The Chinese Triads.

Nate: They control the global counterfeit clothing market. It's worth billions to them. Even more than narcotics.

Eliot: So we didn't take money from the Pans. We took money from the Triads.

Nate: The last person holding their cash was Eliot

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(Eliot keeps Tara behind him)

Eliot: This way.

(the men follow them through the rows of clothing and sewing machines)

Eliot: All right, cleavers. I haven't done that in a while. All right, listen, these rows are narrow. OK? They're gonna have to come at me one at a time. Just stay close.

Tara: You're telling me what to do? (moves away from him)

Eliot: Yeah. Don't. Wait, what did you... Tara. Tara.

Tara: Please. Please. Please. I don't wanna die. Please.

(one of the men slash at her playfully with a cleaver. Eliot looks at the other men. One of them speaks in Chinese. Tara pushes a cart at the one closest to her, making him fall over. She reaches for an iron and hits him in the head with it, knocking him down again. Eliot nods in approval. Another man comes at Eliot with a cleaver. He dodges the blows and pushes the man away. Eliot blocks the next blow with a dressmaker’s dummy, then punches the man in the face. Tara picks up a cleaver. Eliot blocks a blow from the man he was fighting and hits him several times in the face and chest, knocking him down)

BADASS TARA

also on today’s edition of non-weapons-eliot-uses-in-fights, eliot uses a mannequin (and tara uses an iron)

- - - - -

(Tara brandishes the cleaver. The man she was fighting stands up and comes at her. Eliot blocks the blow and hits the man in the face, pushing away the cleaver. He blocks a punch, then hits the man several times in the side and face. Tara comes over and headbutts the man, knocking him out. Eliot looks at her in surprise)

Tara: Admit it. You kinda like me now

I love her

- - - - -

Eliot: Thank you. (they walk away) "The only thing getting in are models and clothes.

Parker: Yeah.

Eliot: Hey.

(Eliot looks at Parker for a long moment, then walks over to a rack of clothes. Parker begins to look through the rack)

Eliot: No. No. No!

Parker: How about this?

Eliot: It's a shirt, Parker.

Parker: I know, but at least you can move in it. These clothes are totally impractical. OK? There's no range of motion, limited concealment options, and this reflective material would set off a motion detector a mile away.

Eliot: It's a fashion show. It's not Thieves-R-Us.

Parker: Fine. How about this?

Eliot: The A-line drape of the empire waist is nice but the neckline's a little weak if you ask me. What? I date a lot of models. Lot of private fashion shows, if you know what I mean.

Parker: Yes. Yes.

Eliot: Though most of the dresses ended up on the ground.

Parker: Yep. I get it. You're a guy.

Eliot: Means they were naked.

Parker: OK, seriously? (walks away)

Eliot: Yeah. I'm just saying. (watches a model walk by) How ya doing? (follows the model

LET HER WEAR THIEFY CLOTHES

also

eliot: I’m straight. I sleep with only exclusively women. I swear. Look how I talk. I am a Heterosexual™ man. No homo.

- - - - -

(Andre V sees Parker)

Andre V: And you. You. You're incomplete. You are incomplete.

Parker: What?

Andre V (grabs Parker): Boys and girls, incomplete model on deck. Incomplete model on deck. This is an emergency. Sit down. Sit. Sit. Sit, sit. Incomplete model on deck. Here.

Parker: Um...

Andre V: Nose. Eyes. Chin. Hair. Go.

(people converge on Parker to do her makeup and hair. She strains to see the laptop, which is still transferring files)

Andre V: Go. Come, come. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. The cheekbones.

(a few minutes later everyone moves away to reveal a fully made up Parker. They all gas)

Andre V: Perfection. Perfect. Oh. Oh, wonderful. OK, let's go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

(Andre takes her to the runway and pushes her out)

Andre V: Go. Go. Go.

Parker: What?

Andre V: Go faster. Faster. Go. And graceful, please. You're not running a marathon. Don't even think of coming back here. Find your face. Find your face.

(Parker walks gracefully down the runway, striking a pose. She turns and heads back down the runway, then falls into the crowd)

she tried, your honor

- - - - -

Eliot: Hey, this thing starts coming off the rails, don't wait. Call us in.

he’s talking about both himself AND parker being physical backup and I love that

- - - - -

Hardison: It was a simple switch. You just put an auto-run instruction file on the drive to show a set of designs for the startup and a different set for the email.

- - - - -

Parker: OK, no earpiece. How did you tell Nate you were gonna run the cop scam?

[Flashback]

Tara: It's just 50 grand. That's what this is about, Five-oh. Capiche?

[Exterior Factory]

Eliot: Five-oh. For the cops. That's all it took?

Nate: Some people just know how to communicate.

Tara: Yeah, I just finally learned how to speak his language. Cryptic clues, slogans and code

- - - - -

Nate: And, uh, I'll give you, uh, your earbud back. And, listen, you know, I'll try, because Sophie sent you. Try to communicate better.

Tara: Thank you. And for what it's worth, Sophie was right. You guys are the best I've ever seen.

Nate: I know. (walks away)