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I'm telling you, Dad:
There is no "Network"!

David! | was just about to call you.
We're having a crisis meeting--

Stop it.

Stop what?
Cooking?

What is this place?

This is my apartment. | live here.

- What's that?
- That's a cat.

- Why do you have a cat?
- Are you allergic?

Yeah! To lies.

I'm lying, because | live like a person?

I'm not James Bond.

- You should see my paycheck.
- The one from the supermarket?

Or the one from "The Network"?
Because I'd love to see that one.

Okay, you're actually not
cleared to see this, but...

He shouldn't be here.

Yes, but he is now.

Where's the rest of the people?

Where's "The Network"?

They left.

What do you mean "they left"?

There's no easy way to say this,

but higher-ups don't
believe it can be done.

They aborted the mission.

We're on our own.

Are we now?

What about your superiors?
Anyone | can talk to?

- That's not possible.
- What about your boss?

There’ must be someone
in charge of this operation?

We can't disclose this!

You're so full of shit.

Is there something
you want to ask me, David? Go ahead.

You got all the answers for everything,
don't you? | never said you weren't smart.

| did say you were lying.

About what exactly?

That's the tricky part, isn't it?

No! The tricky part is:
What are we going to do now?

We failed in Ebesir so hard!

That's true.

I'm sorry.

My country is still suffocating.

My people are dying!
And we're this close to changing history!

| will not let Feysal leave Germany.

What are you saying?

"Do you believe, that one man can make
a difference, because | do."

That's what you said.

So, here's your chance.

You can chose to act,
or you can go back being an actor.

And by the way, | don't give a shit,
if your "Network" is in or out.

| will kill Feysal,
or I'll die trying.

- Alone if | must.
- You won't be alone.

We're doing this together.
With or without your help.

I'm sure once "The Network"
sees Feysal successfully removed,

they will be back
helping us with the fallout.

| don't believe you.

| do believe you.

Your people are real.

People are rotting in prison,
waiting to be killed for spectacle.

| want to do my part.

- You must know, if this goes wrong...
- | know.

- How do we get this done?
- | see only one chance:

The night of the premiere.
Feysal will land at 5pm,

go to the play and leave again
right after to catch his flight back.

How do you know?

We get most of the intel from the bug
you put in the nephew's apartment.

Our best, and maybe only shot is
on his way from the airport to the theatre.

He'll travel with
six bodyguards and three cars.

Not good but not too bad either.
It's manageable.

That's where you step in, David.

| should wear my light up
jacket to get his attention.

Brilliant.

Feysal will be flattered
and put on his weird smile.

Then you do your charming game.

Charming small talk.

I'm charming you with my small talk.
Charming small talk machine.

I'm so charmed by your small talk.
| reply with equally charming small talk.

Only | kill my people,
it's hilarious.

That's when you say:
Let me have the honor

to drive you to
the theatre with KITT.

Then he will say:
What an amazing surprise! Of course.

Then you say:

Unfortunately the backseat is tiny.
It'll only fit one of your bodyguards.

Then he says: No problem. I'll only take
this random heavy in black suit number 4.

Then, until we work our magic,
you're on your own. For about 10 minutes.

Let me guess.

Charming small talk.

- It's an old car.
- What?

It's an old car.
Because of the noise.

KITT, what's that noise you're making?

Oh... KITT's not working, either.

You know, the voice. KITT's voice.

Yes. | loved the voice.
The voice was very good.

It wasn't really in the car, though.

- It was done later, yes?
- Yes.

Where is my convoy?

- | don't know.
- Call them!

What's going on?

David?

Payday.

Get out.

I'm sorry our friendship
has to end this way.

Let's go.

Time to pay for your sins.

Not today.

Oh my god!

Oh god! Oh!

Looking for freedom? Here you go!

What's wrong, David?

I- | just saw it.

Yeah... Now comes the disgusting part:
Getting rid of the body.

We'll take him back here, right?

- Dissolve him here?
- Yes.

No, you don't understand.

| just saw it happen. If we do it
this way, we're all going to die.

You saw it happen?

No, you need to trust me.
We can't do it this way.

Why?

Feysal only travels
with six bodyguards.

But he's got other people here
that make sure he's secure.

Dozens more.
Heavily armed. Well trained.

Maybe they're mercenaries.

"Other Siders"?

They looked like Russians.

Okay, that makes no sense.

Actually it does.

Feysal has
powerful Russian sympathizers.

He's involved in various
deals with Russia. Weapons, oil...

- They want him where he is.
- So, David's anxiety attack

- aS magical premonition?
- So you're not anxious?

Maybe you should be. Remember Ebesir?

| told you,
you were not going to get in!

David's right.

To engage in
the open is extremely risky.

Especially since we'll be alone.

Can you rule out that
Feysal has Russian backup?

Why don't you ask your "Network"?
They should be able to tell you.

That bug | planted
can't be the only source of intel!

There is still one other
possible way we could get to him.

Not in the open, but... in the theatre.
Right after the play.

We discussed this! We can't.

All we need is a crowd of protestors
against Feysal's regime.

I'm sure you can leak
certain information to certain groups

to gather a small angry mob.

Well, that was a fucking disaster.

- What happened, David?
- | don't know.

Hey beauty!

- How do you like your eggs for breakfast?
- | don't speak German, sorry.

- What?!
- Protestors! Now!

Free Ebesir! Free Ebesir!...

Your Majesty!
| Know a clean way out of here.

Free Ebesir! Free Ebesir!...

- What do you think of the play?
- It wasn't Knight Rider. | don't know.

You promised me a Surprise.
| didn't see a surprise.

Charming small talk.

- I'm charming you with my small talk.
- What?

I'm sorry that our friendship

has to end this way.

My fiancé.

All he did was believe
his country should be free.

And you had... my love...

chopped into little pieces.

You deserve so
much worse than this.

You've got to be kidding me!

Please let me be back
in the secret spy tech apartment.

I'm still in the
secret spy tech apartment.

- Thank god.
- What now?

- We die. Again.
- What else...

The whole theatre is guarded
the entire time from all sides.

When we come out with the bodies,

- we'll all be killed.
- And you saw that too, just now?

As we were talking?

- This is ridiculous.
- Is it?

How ridiculous is it
that | just heard you say

this is all about revenge
for your murdered fiancé?

There is no way that...

| just saw you tell it to Feysal's face,
before Abdus shot him.

That's what you're planning to do,
right?

Show him a photo of your fiancé?

Your would-be son-in-law.

You are father and son.

Doesn't matter,
if you believe me or not.

If Feysal doesn't leave the theatre alive,

- we're all dead.
- Maybe it's worth it.

No, it's not.

This is stupid.

Please, let me speak.

There's another solution.

| need a hand.

There's one other way.

- Do it during the play.
- Right, with 500 witnesses

- and half our team on stage performing.
- Kill the fucker at the end of act 2,

when David disappears
through the trap door.

That's when all the attention
will be towards the stage.

| appreciate your odd contribution.

But even if Henry and
| weren't busy on stage,

there's no way you can get to him.
The doors are heavily guarded.

- Who's talking about using the doors?
- Forget the roof.

- The theatre will be watched from outside.
- Not talking about the roof.

Alright. Fuck it, then.
Enlighten us!

There's a crawlspace.

Between the ceiling of
the theatre and the roof.

And you can get there
from the fly loft backstage

- and walk all over to the upper tier.
- How do you know that?

| met with Jasmin there... once.

The guards are outside the doors.

We have to lure the
nephew away somehow.

And then Abdus
can come down from the crawlspace,

and BAAM! Done!

Okay,
let's just say we kill him there.

All hell will break
loose within minutes.

- We'll all be caught.
- Feysal has to be seen

leaving the theatre alive and well.

- Even though he is dead.
- Okay, now you're just confusing me.

What's the plan now?

Families are suffering,
children are starving,

women are tortured
and people are dying, man!

We need you, David Hasselhoff!

Yeah, come in!

David, sorry.
There is someone to see you.

- Best of luck for tonight.
- Thank you. | could use it.

And break a leg.

Looking forward to
that surprise you promised me.

- Give me a hint!
- No! Nuh-uh.

I'm not going to spoil it for you.
But it's a killer!

David? I'm sorry.
We really need you to get you ready.

Your Highness?
Let me take you to your seats.

Enjoy the show.

You shouldn't make
friends with that guy.

- You know who he is, right?
- Yeah, | know.

| need your help tonight.

| can't explain why,
but you can never tell anybody.

Never.

This is it.
Relax and just do what you do best:

- Act! Tell me.
- "It isn't hate."

"If | lack the power to change reality,
| might flee from it entirely."

- Jasmin's next line is your cue.
- Got it.

| am mankind.

I'm either here to save myself,

or commit suicide.

Shall | perish, hope will be vain.

Shall | live, hope will remain.

Dare to believe, dare to trust.

Or be a coward
and end me if you must.

This relationship
is like a 10 ton anchor.

| can't lift it,
| can only cut it.

It will be lost at the ground
of the ocean, forever.

Will it be like this?

- Like a new day?
- Not a new day.

- The first day.
- Your Majesty?

Do you want to watch that boring play
or want me to show you a cool spot?

| didn't know,
love was killing you.

- | need to go to the bathroom.
- Your selfishness knows no bounds.

Your bounds of
knowledge are not worthy.

| sense it.
The air is full of wonder.

So, where is that cool spot?

I'll show you. Follow me.

| appreciate your love.
But | wasn't looking to be loved.

- | came here, because | am repentant.
- Why are you stating...

Wait.
The bodyguard is coming.

What can they do about it?
They have no say anymore.

My intent is the same.
| won't change it, even if | wanted to.

- Do you love me?!
- More than life itself.

Bodyguard's gone. Go ahead.

Give up your
plans of sorrow and remorse!

Just enjoy, that we have
found each other, here!

He can't. Am | not right, Lester?

Your hate is never ending.
You're consumed by it!

It blinds you with burning fury.

The tiniest imperfection
drives you mad with rage.

What about me?

- Do you hate me too?
- It isn't hate.

You can see the
whole theatre from here.

If | lack the
power to change reality,

| might have
to flee from it entirely.

If | wanted to see the play,

- I'd have stayed with my uncle.
- Not here!

That's not the secret spot.

It's there.

Don't threaten to disappear again.
I'm sick of it.

Through all those years

that made your
heart turn to marble...

Surprise!

Gone back to where you came from!

Gone back to where you belong.

It's done.

All quiet. Go ahead.

...and burn for all eternity!

| wish to never see you again...

Two minutes until
a guard will check on Feysal.

Then another two minutes
to get back on stage on time. Here.

Here's some truth for you.

Nothing makes me
happier than loneliness!

- 1 minute and 40 seconds.
- Okay.

| won't miss you.

Nobody will!

1 minute and 20 seconds.

Can you hear me?

Nothing can stop me,
now that you're gone.

You belong to me,
your fate is mine.

- And if you go, it is because I...
- 1 minute.

...run the knife of love

through your hateful heart,
you son of a bitch!

Guess, he won't be coming.

Are you surprised?

The man was always
the center of his universe.

These are basic needs:
Food, water, sex.

- Maybe housing and procreation.
- What about freedom?

- If you have never known it...
- Slowly.

Everybody knows what freedom is.

Most of all those,
who've never seen it.

Give it up.

That old cranky bastard wouldn't
know joy, if an angel was blowing him.

- Join us.
- Haven't you heard?

- Rufus hates me.
- He hates everybody...

Who is he? Where is he from?

The guard is coming now!
Right now!

Join us anyway. Have a beer.
Postulate a belief.

So, that's what you're doing.

| don't know.
Rufus hasn't named one that stuck.

| can postulate
that being stuck on

this campsite must be
some kind of purgatory

Dante didn't dare to describe.

Have you met the new guy?

Okay, that was close.

All clear again. David...

90 seconds to get back.

Go!

Careful, careful!

- What is it?
- I'm stuck!

- I'm stuck!
- Wait. I'm coming.

Wait, wait. Don't move.

Hold on.

A whole night and day?

| hear he's worked abroad.
All kinds of countries.

- | hear, he was in the CIA.
- Ah, was he now?

- You don't live here, do you?
- No. Quasimodo does.

Cool.

Listen, my uncle is
a pain in the ass.

Maybe you can quickly give
me a blowjob and | head back to him?

Don't worry,
I'm a gentleman, you know?

I'll fuck you properly after,
at my place.

Sounds like fun.

But I'm a good girl.

| don't give head
until I'm properly drunk.

Cheers!

| really have to go.

My uncle is really easily offended.

If you leave me now all by myself...

| have to find someone else
to keep me company.

Wait, wait.

I'm not what you think | am!

You say you don't believe
in the spiritual world,

but there is a realm of ideas,

and once it is born into this plane,

- isn't it just as real as gravity?
- It is not!

If a meteor strikes
and kills all of humanity,

then the pursuit of happiness and
justice for all will be wiped out forever,

whereas Gravity will be alive
and kicking back drinks at the bar.

Where the fuck is David?

And kicking back drinks,

more drinks at the bar.

Justice is a factual truth.

It's a natural law.

Somewhere on a distant planet,

a billion light years from here,

a green, six-legged family matriarch

is thinking it to be unfair to always
get the short end of the orange goo.

She's thinking:
"It's not fair to be called a failure

for only failing once!"

Did | not get back up again?

Did | not prove myself to the world?

Did | not raise 2000
six-legged beautiful children?

"Where's my
fucking share of it all?!"

Justice will always be a concept
in the realm of ideas

as soon as one organism can think
and feel and compare its fate to another.

Next you're telling me,

- love is a natural law.
- Oh, abandon your denials, Rufus.

You think Lester's mother from a distant
planet could've raised 2000 children

without love?

Or better yet, leave that
metaphor behind and travel back home?

Mother Earth...

You're always telling me of the wars,
the crimes, the horrors...

There are eight billion people
sharing this tiny fleck of hope

in this vast universe

and love is our sustenance!

Here's your final resting place,
you devil of a thousand hells!

| failed once...

Does that make me a failure?!

Is this life?

Is this my life?

It was your decision to fail.

Nobody chooses this pain.

It's just a simple truth.

Nobody cares.

At the end, | fail to care myself.

You don't like your drink?

Come on, drink up!

That's it. | have to go now
and pretend | saw the play.

I'll be back later.
Don't go anywhere!

Bravo!

Steven, check this out!

Shit!
The Sheik's Nephew is coming back!

We need the protestors right now!

And once more!

Ebesir! Ebesir!...

We leave right away.
Back to the airport!

Free Ebesir! Free Ebesir!...

You let me sit alone the
whole play for that chick. Piss off!

Let's go!

Hey dickface, smell this!

- Congratulations, you did a great job.
- Oi! Guys!

Alright. Before | let you go into
the chaos outside, | need this moment.

All | want to say is:

You all were terrific!
| don't care

if this takes me back to West End.
I'm just so proud that we made this!

And all | can say is...

Well, let's get fucking wasted!

Oh, Dad, | am so proud of you!

- They absolutely loved you out there!
- Yeah! | know! We did it!

- Come on, guys, come!
- Let's go celebrate.

No, | need a moment with Henry, okay?
You go ahead, I'll catch up.

- Okay, sure. I'll see you later.
- Love you!

Uncle?

What the hell?

Where is my uncle?

Let's get this wrapped up.

“The Network" doesn't exist, right?

- It's... complicated.
- Is it?

- Yes.
- | think it's pretty simple.

You and your son both set out
to get a little justice, all by yourself.

You got in touch with Abdus
to help you out in Ebesir.

You had this whole play set up
only to get to Feysal.

But when Andra died,
the whole thing got a little messy.

You decided you needed to make up a whole
bunch of lies to get me to play along.

One lie led to another.

And before you know it, Andra's stalker
becomes an agent for the "Other Side".

Lies upon lies.

Until it's all one big lie.

It wasn't all a lie.

Right.

The only thing that wasn't a lie

was that Feysal deserved that.

Uncle!

Shit!

Abdus made it.
He's safe on the plane.

And "The Network" is very real.

- | don't believe you.
- Well, you won't have to for much longer.

They've revived "Operation Sheikh".

They're already are
dealing with the fallout.

Higher-up's are very happy, David.

They want to meet you.

Officially!

Tonight.

Really? Another autograph?
This is a private meeting, detective.

No worries.
I'm out of your hair in a sec.

Make it snappy.

Ok.

Could you please
open the coffin for me?

Why?

Indulge me.

You already got your man.
You solved the case.

This-

This is a private moment.

Open the coffin,
or I'll call someone who will.

What's going on here?

What's going on here?

Probable cause. | saw blood.

Don't you have any shame?

-This is my father's moment to-
-Don't worry, peach.

I'll be alright.

There's something
larger at play here.

Larger than "The Network".

Larger than all of us.

This was all meant to be.

I'm onto something.

Cut! Thank you.

Got it! Nice!

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