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How long has this
been going on...

Double-Oh-Section-8 here only
told Luke's ex-girlfriend

two of the four targets she
needs to crash the power grid,

then we're good, right?

-True.
-That's what I like to hear.

-But...
-Goddamn it.

But what?

But Greta is the best spy
I ever went up against.

"Went up against."
Interesting word choice, Dad.

What I mean is that Greta really
must've learned a lot about the grid

to plan her first attack.

So we can't be sure that
given two of the targets,

she won't be able to extrapolate
what the other two are.

Correct.

Then we need to find out what
English Muffins here told her

before she figures it out and
makes us party like it's 1899.

Hey, what are you guys talking
about? I feel left out.

Oh. We put you back there to air
out. How can you still stink?

I fell in pig shit.

Come on.

Ugh, my man reeked.

Needed to be said.

Speaking of things that
need to be said, um,

listen, princess, I
just wanted to say,

you kind of saved my
Carolina ass back there.

I appreciate it.

Uh, okay. Thanks.
Just doing my job.

Isn't it much better than
just fighting all the time?

Um, is there anything
you wanna say?

I'm glad it all worked out?

Sure, yeah.

-Anything else?
-Oh my God, just say what you wanna say.

-Where's my apology?
-For what?

For thinking that I would suck
at being regional director

and your dad
shouldn't nominate me.

I'm allowed to have my opinion,
and I didn't say you suck.

I think it might
be a little soon.

Hey, not that I would take the job, but
why wasn't my hat tossed in the ring?

Because your hat says, "Sex
Instructor, First Lesson Free."

-You bought me that hat in Ft. Lauderdale.
-And you loved it.

Anyone that loves a hat like that
should never direct anything.

That's a good point.

Yeah.

Everyone out.

And there will be no
arguing in the plane, okay?

Otherwise, I'll tape your mouths shut
just like this little weasel here.

That's it, and that's all.

-What's that?
-What's what?

That, in your jacket.

Ladies, please, my
eyes are up here.

What kind of Old MacDonald
bullshit is this?

He saved my life.

I couldn't leave him with
no one to take care of him.

-This thing is not gonna get on the plane.
-Why?

FAA regulations.

There are no FAA regulations
about pigs on private planes.

Now there are.

Emma, back me up here.

The safe house is
crowded enough.

Seriously?

-Get rid of it.
-No way.

No swine left behind.

Besides, Dr. P said I need to
find something to give my love to.

You're not porking
that pig in our room.

Oh my God, what is on your foot?

-A shoe.
-Is that Demps' shoe?

The one that was
blown off of his body?

We're the same size.

He didn't need it anymore.

What's the big deal?
I needed a shoe.

I need to take this.

Tally.

-Are you smelling my hair?
-Mm-hmm.

I really appreciate
the sentiment.

Yes, it's just that seeing
how Emma had to pretend

to be interested in
the Chips fellow,

I kinda get the
situation you're in.

-It's not an easy one.
-It's not.

Listen, this is all new to me,

and I'm gonna try to be more
understanding in the future,

but it's challenging, you know?

You have this sexy, exciting
woman from your past

who you had all these
adventures with.

And I'm not that.

But, Tally,

we had the greatest
adventure of all.

We raised a family.

I gotta go, sweetheart.

Don't worry about Greta.

She is not going
to be a problem.

Bye.

Uh...

Greta.

Lovely to see you again.

Sleep well, my
little Schnuckiputzi.

Bacon, sausage, Canadian bacon,
ham, country ham, bacon bits.

All the parts of the body,
knuckles, belly, ears...

Okay, you are not
eating Hamsteak.

You named him Hamsteak, yet you
don't want anyone to eat him.

-Hell of a name.
-Guys?

Might as well slather him in
barbecue sauce, put an apple...

Guys.

What the hell?

Guess he really didn't
want the pig on the plane.

Barry, my contact came through.

I have a list of all of the outgoing
transactions from the Swiss bank account

that the missing Dante Cress
money was moved into now.

That'll have to wait.

-Luke's been kidnapped.
-What?

By who?

Greta Nelso.

She took Luke and the plane and
left our team on the tarmac.

They found the pilot in
the bushes. He ID'd Greta.

-Track the plane's transponder.
-It's been disabled.

She also must've destroyed
the SIM card in Luke's phone,

'cause we can't
track him that way.

All we know at this point
is she was headed east.

What can I do to help?

Uh, sending you last
known coordinates.

Can you use your NSA credentials
to check with air traffic control?

Maybe a tower pinged the plane,

or a commercial pilot
saw something anomalous.

NSA stands for "no
secrets allowed."

Greta can't hide from me.

Thanks.

Don't worry. They'll get him back
safe. This is... this is what they do.

Here's a thought.

Has anyone considered the possibility
that Luke wasn't kidnapped

and that he just took off

with his incredibly sexy
former lover on a private jet?

You wanna know where they are?

Puerto Vallarta.

He's snorkeling in
the poon lagoon.

You're wrong.

Right. Luke Brunner, he'd
never take up with an ex.

Oh no, wait, that's exactly
what he did with you.

Only this time, he's
doing it to you.

And you know who would never
treat you that way? Never?

This guy.

Made my point.

Don't listen to Donnie, Mrs. B.

Everything's gonna be A-OK.

The team's captured Greta's
right-hand man, Chips.

Uh... that's the fellow
that was hitting on Emma.

Yes. He is with them now.

Great.

Great.

Dr. Pfeffer's on a
plane that I sent over.

He will get Chips to tell us
exactly where Greta's taking Luke.

Do you know why I'm on
this flight, Theodore?

Hmm. Probably because they need
somebody to hand out the peanuts.

Very amusing.

Or perhaps Norm Carlson wasn't
available. I don't know.

Norm and I work differently. You
and I are just going to talk.

And by the time we're finished,

I'm confident you'll want to tell
me where Greta is taking Luke.

Why on earth would I do that?

Because I believe

that even the most disturbed minds
have at least a shred of humanity left,

and we're going to
find yours together.

It's a bit nippy
in here, isn't it?

Mind if I borrow your cardigan?

I'm sure we can find a blanket
or something around here for you.

You don't want me wearing
something of your father's?

-Excuse me?
-That cardigan belonged to your father.

I can tell by the stitching
it was made in 1978.

The old stain on
the cuff, tobacco.

But not pipe tobacco.
No, chewing tobacco.

Yes, your father
was blue-collar.

Your accent, Toronto, but
with a hint of Michigan.

Detroit more specifically.

As a child, your father
took the family there

to find work in the
auto plants on the line,

but you didn't like mechanical
things, did you, doctor?

Working with your hands
wasn't your predilection.

You were cerebral.

Your father didn't understand
that, and that caused frustration.

He'd hit you
sometimes, didn't he?

After a six-pack of Ballantine's

and when the Tigers blew
the lead in the ninth.

Not because of something you'd
done, just 'cause you were there.

And that's when
the belt came off.

How's that make
you feel, doctor?

I got this sweater
last month at Target.

The stain is spilled tea.

My family is from
Annapolis, Maryland.

My father was a
podiatrist, an Orioles fan.

He's my best friend.

We talk twice a week.

Got your shoes from your mother.

Well, look who's all
squeaky clean now.

They can't call us stinky
anymore, can they, pal?

Here, smell.

Get him out of my face, or
little piggy goes to market.

Okay.

I know. I know. I know.

Shh. Shh.

Don't look at me like that.

We already have Donnie. We can't
handle another pig in the house.

How'd it go?

In my professional opinion, that
man is the mayor of Ding Dong City.

Are you giving up?

Did Josef Breuer give
up on Bertha Pappenheim?

Oh, well, I don't know. Was
she bad in bed or something?

Good Lord.

All right, now I'm going
to get some aspirin

for that headache
Mr. Chips has given me,

and then... I'm going back in.

I hope Barry's having more luck.

-I think we might be in luck.
-Did you find him?

No, but closing in.

Coastal Carolina Regional
Airport reported radar contact

with an aircraft matching ours.

Unfortunately, it dropped under deck and
disappeared before they could confirm,

but I just got a report on another
hit on an unidentified aircraft

from an air traffic
controller in Dresden.

And?

And with that and the amount
of fuel that was left,

I've extrapolated the flight
path and possible destinations.

I'm repositioning
some spy satellites

to focus on small, isolated
airfields in the area,

and... Bingo was his name-o.

All right, are Luke and
Greta on that plane?

It's unlikely.

Thermal shows the
engines have cooled.

They'd have refueled and been gone
if they planned on taking off again.

Just wish I knew which
direction they went.

Where is that?

Raadi, an Old Soviet
airfield in... Estonia.

Vitally important decades
ago, but decommissioned now.

Runway is still serviceable.

Estonia?

They're in Tallinn.

How you know that?

Years ago, when Luke
told me about Greta,

he said the last time he saw
her was at her place in Estonia,

a small loft in the
city of Tallinn.

She's taking him there.

This is good.

Still looking for a
needle in a haystack,

but at least we know what
city that haystack is in.

It's a good thing you know a
bit about their history, Ms. B.

Welcome back, my love.

Your flight was diverted.

My head is killing me.

I had to use elephant
tranquilizer.

Nothing milder would have
brought Luke Brunner down.

The fog will clear.
Give it time.

Demps.

How'd you know about him?

Because we still think alike.

Recognize this place?

Yeah.

-It's the old safe house.
-Mmm.

I haven't been here since we
watched the wall come down together

on that television set.

Well, we didn't actually
watch much, did we?

It's strange to be back.

After I faked my death,
I couldn't return.

The KGB might have the building
staked out just in case.

They had access to my
files at the Stasi,

so they could have known the alias
I bought the apartment under.

After the KGB went kaput...

...I didn't have the heart to.

Everything is exactly
as we left it.

That's even the same
rope we used that night.

Sadly, tying you up
this time isn't as fun.

Because I was hired to do a job.

And we both know what happens to
people who take Dante Cress' money

and don't deliver on their end.

Now, I know you don't
have Demps' papers,

because while you
were unconscious,

I searched you thoroughly.

But I also know that you must have
seen what was printed on them.

I need the other two
targets, Liebling.

I will never tell.

Not willingly.

Sodium amytal.

It will loosen your lips.

At least I hope so.

Otherwise, I'll
have to get rough.

We'll be on the ground in a few. You
got anything for me, Uncle Barry?

Tallinn traffic cams I
hijacked turned up two things,

jack and squat.

Yeah, Greta's too smart
to get caught that way.

You think she gonna
try to ransom him back?

Trade him for Chips?

If she was gonna do that, she
would have done it on the airstrip.

How's Mom holding up?

She won't stand down
until Luke's safe.

Doc still working on Chips?

Yeah. So far, he's having
about as much luck as you are.

One way or another, we're
gonna find your dad.

I got Tina looking too. She
has all kinds of connections.

We can count on her.

What do you have for me?

Greta Nelso has Luke Brunner
somewhere in Tallinn.

Precise location still unknown.

Give the Americans no more
help. We'll take it from here.

The drugs have had enough
time to take effect.

Now we do a little Q&A,

and if you're a good
boy, maybe a little T&A.

And if I mind my P's & Q's,

I get some R&R.

And ride the B&O to the B&B

and have some M&M's.

Enough.

Name the other two targets.

Hans and Franz.

Okay, you named them. Clever.

Taking the question literally
to avoid answering truthfully.

I'll rephrase.

What is the location
of the two power plants

that when taken offline
will bring down the grid?

They're in the United
States of America.

I'm afraid you've given
me no choice, Luke.

You can resist the drugs,

but you could never resist me.

Who's that gigolo on the street?

With his hands in
his pockets and...

Hanging off the curb
Looking all disturbed

At the boys from home
They all came running

They were making
noise Manhandling toys

That's the girls on the
block With the nasty curls

Wearing padded bras Sucking
beers through straws...

I made you a cup of tea.

-Oh, thank you.
-Yeah.

Why is there music
coming from your pipe?

That was Luke and Greta's song.

Who's looking good today

Who's looking good in every way

No style rookie

You better watch
don't mess with me

No money man

Could win my love

-It's sweetness that...
-Mmm.

Yeah.

We always hang in
a Buffalo Stance

Do you remember those 48 hours

we spent hiding out in
the cabin in the forest

outside Helsinki?

Emma, listen.

Yeah, of course.

We were freezing our asses off.

We wanted to light a fire,

but the smoke would
have given us away.

But we found ways to keep warm,

didn't we, Luke?

Sex. She means sex.

I don't think Greta
knows she's broadcasting.

-No.
-This is the break we need.

We're on the ground
in Tallinn in minutes.

We grab a couple of shortwave receivers,
hit the city, and triangulate the signal.

-That'll lead us right to her.
-We've got some in the back.

...at me to take her place

Who's looking good today

Oh.

Oh!

I mean, is she torturing him?

-That's not torture, kid.
-Maybe you should leave the room.

Mom, please leave the room.

I wanna leave the room.

No.

I'm not going anywhere.

Why?

-Got 'em.
-We've got Greta.

We never said those three magic
words to each other back then,

did we, Luke?

But I loved you,

and you loved me
too, didn't you?

Yeah, of course.

Tally and Luke's next session with
Dr. P is gonna be real interesting.

And you still have
feelings for me, don't you?

State of mind, don't
look behind you

State of mind, may I remind you

You don't have to
answer that question.

A certain part of your body is
telling me everything I need to know.

-Boing.
-Can't control where the blood flows.

I know what she means.
I know what she means.

-His cock.
-Yeah. His cock. Yes, I know.

Remember that night at
the Crazy Horse in Paris?

I was undercover on
the stage dancing,

and you were undercover
in the audience

watching.

Do you remember this move?

Smokin'

Not cokin'

Get funky sax

Looking good Hanging
with the wild bunch

Looking good in a Buffalo Stance

Looking good When it
comes to the crunch

Looking good's a state of mind

State of mind, don't
look behind you

State of mind or you'll be dead

Mmm.

Oh, yeah, I know that sound.

What do you expect
The guy's a gigolo man

We lost the signal.

That was our best
shot at locating them.

Well, we just have
to find another way.

-Where you going?
-To find a better way.

The blacksmith says to me,

"That's Jerry Lewis. You're
thinking of Jerry Lee Lewis,"

and I thought, "No, you're talking
about Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop,"

and suddenly, it all
made sense, you see.

Have you gotten
anything from him yet?

Yes, a migraine.

This man's mind is a
mystery wrapped in a riddle

wrapped in a Salvador
Dalí painting.

All right. Playtime's over. Greta
has a safe house in Tallinn.

You were her number two long
enough to know where it is,

so you tell me that location,
or I shoot you dead right here.

I love the fire in your
eyes when you're angry,

so I'm loath to quench it,

but I can tell you mean
business right now.

There's no need to get violent.

I'll tell you exactly
what you want to know.

On one condition.

What is it?

Go on a date with me.

-Oh, come on, man.
-Tonight.

Tallinn is one of the most
romantic cities in the world.

It's one date.

Otherwise, you might
as well kill me,

because if I know I'll never
have such a moment with you,

what's the point in living?

Okay, we're on our
fourth date right now.

I love long walks on the
beach and killing assholes.

-What are your hobbies?
-I meant a proper date, silly.

Dinner, dancing.

We should be arriving in
Estonia any moment now,

and I know this wonderful restaurant
in Tallinn. It's called Yanine's.

Oh, it's romantic,

and the music and the
food is... is excellent.

You'll need a dress.

Fine, whatever.

I fucking hate you.

I've hit a lot of men there on
purpose, but this is my first accident.

You okay?

Yeah, you grazed the sausage,
but you crushed the beans.

But on the bright side,

I think that the
shock cleared my head.

I can't believe I thought I
could still do that pole move.

I've seen other women wipe
out when they did that move.

It's a very tricky one.

Mm-hmm.

Getting older is a real bitch.

You're telling me.

I'm now getting to an age where my
back goes out more often than I do.

I mean, just keeping up with
the young kids on my team,

it's, like, a real killer.

The other day, I was doing
this underwater bomb thing.

The next morning, I woke up. I
felt like I was beaten with a bat.

Right?

My exit off the hotel
balcony in Prague?

That was so cool.

That's why I did it.

But I'm paying for it now.

My shoulder hurts so bad,
I can barely raise my arm.

And my memory?

Sometimes, I walk into a room
and I forget who I came to kill.

Sometimes, I kill a guy, and I cannot
even come up with a funny line anymore.

-But that's your thing.
-I know.

Remember the '84 Olympics?

You killed that Uzbek
assassin with a javelin?

-I think he got the point.
-"I think he got the point."

Oh.

I hate to admit it, but I'm
not the woman I once was.

Could have fooled me.

Now what?

Gonna stick me again with
another sodium amytal needle?

Mmm.

Too much too close together
could be dangerous.

Maybe while we wait, we could

just keep talking
like the old days.

I'd like that.

Somebody took a long lunch.

Anything on Luke's location?

No, I'm sorry. Nothing but
dead ends on that front,

so I went back to looking
into Dante Cress' accounts,

following the money trail
that was siphoned out.

I know what that
cash was spent on.

Please do not say a nuke.

Collectibles.

The most recent purchase

was a graded 9.9 copy
of Incredible Hulk 181.

The first appearance
of Wolverine.

Farkas is the only CIA
forensic accountant

that worked all 18 of the
recent Dante Cress cases.

And he's a comic-book collector.

Farkas can be a real jerk,

but I can't imagine he'd steal millions
just to build up his collection.

That's the thing. He didn't.

I found evidence that he's been selling
the collectibles, often at a loss.

He turns them over very quickly.

He's not adding to his collection.
He's laundering the money.

This looks bad, Barry.

You really think
Farkas is Dante Cress?

Maybe.

Or maybe he's working for him.

I don't know, but
there's a connection.

Emma's gotta keep her head
in the game in Tallinn.

So, there's nothing she
could do from there anyway,

so I'll hold off telling her
until her and Luke are together.

But you've gotta tell
Interim Director Reed.

Already did.

Oh, thank you, Farkas.

Without your fiscal planning,

Gotham's budget would've
never been balanced.

Oh, it was really quite simple.
It's just a matter of spreadsheets.

I've got some sheets...

Farkas.

I'm Miller. This is Davis.
Security Protective Service.

Regional Director Reed would like a
word with you. Come with us, please.

No.

Excuse me?

I've done nothing to warrant Reed sending
two glorified mall cops to retrieve me.

It's wholly improper.

Why don't you go back to your entrance
metal detectors and wand each other?

Because I am not getting
out of this chair.

This is ridiculous.

I will take this all
the way to the OIG.

When I'm done with you, you will
rue the day you crossed Farkas!

'Cause there's all
kinds of lovely names.

Percival, Silas,

Maximillian,
Redwald, Ethelwulf...

-"Ethelwulf"?
-Ethelwulf.

-"Ethelwulf"?
-Yes, Ethelwulf.

It's a perfectly respectable
name for a British gentleman.

Hey, Emmsie, would
you be opposed

to our firstborn being
called Ethelwulf Chips?

You could call him Fuckface
Johnson for all I care.

You're not having that
little shit with me.

Okay.

Not Givenchy or Manolo Blahniks.

-Oh.
-But it'll do.

We got ourselves some fancy going-out
clothes as well, as you can see.

-You like?
-Is this a BabyBjörn?

And you said you didn't
want to have kids.

It's for Hamsteak.

All right, I'm
gonna get dressed.

We got you something
too, Mr. Chips.

-For me?
-Mm-hmm.

To keep you in line since we can't
exactly hold you at gunpoint in public.

A dog-training shock collar?

We're not just gonna
zap you if you run.

If you get handsy, if you
are so much as crass or rude,

if you are anything other
than a total gentleman...

...well, we're gonna
hit the remote.

And if you're not looking
to draw attention,

then I can't walk into a restaurant
with that thing strapped around my neck.

Oh, this isn't going
around your neck.

Right around your dick titties.

And then he bit down
on his fake tooth

and broke open the suicide
pill inside, and kaput.

I just wanted to punch
him, not kill him.

He deserved it.

Spying on you for us.
Spying on us for you.

-I mean, triple agents suck.
-The worst.

-I mean, pick a side.
-Yeah, that's for sure.

I need a drink.

How about some wine?

Hmm?

Our wine list, sir.

Thanks.

Right.

-Okay.
-We're drinking water.

Hardly sounds like a
date, which was the deal.

Fine. That one.

An excellent choice, madam.

You getting all this, Barry?

Live in living color.

Checking all diners and staff against
all known international criminals.

So far, no alarm bells.

Maybe Chips is so
cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs

because it really isn't a trap.

Maybe he actually just
wants a romantic dinner.

Fantastic.

If it does turn
out to be a trap,

he's getting cooked
plums for dessert.

If it does turn
out to be a trap,

I'll be a lot more
use there than here.

This is degrading.

I am a CIA officer
just like you.

Just like us, doc?

Pigs need to be watched, Dr. P.

How's my little fella doing?

He's flatulent.

So is my roommate.

Look, we'll bring
you a doggy bag.

Tell Hamsteak that Daddy will
bring him something tasty too.

Pork tenderloin looks good.

Not funny.

I love this one.

Stop.

-Where's the waiter?
-Come on. Let's not rush the evening.

You might discover that you
actually enjoy my company.

After all, we... we
have a lot in common.

Please.

We both followed our fathers
into the family business,

legendary figures in
the espionage world,

who gave us much to live
up to, perhaps too much.

Who knows better than I
what you've been through,

what you're going through now?

When you were growing up, did
you know your father was a spy?

Yes. He groomed me from childhood
to follow in his footsteps.

Then we aren't alike at all.

Do you really believe

that because you didn't know what
Luke Brunner did for a living

that you had any more choice
in your future than I did?

Tell me you didn't excel in academics
and sports just to please him.

Tell me the CIA didn't
recruit you because of him.

Tell me that you don't know what
it's like to want more than anything

not just to be the best,

but to be perfect at absolutely
everything that you do

to honor your father's legacy, while
simultaneously fearing deep down

that you might never live up
to his legacy to begin with.

If you were supposed to end up like
your father, how did you go so wrong?

You're a traitor to your
country, a terrorist for hire.

The Horatio Chips I've heard
about would be ashamed of you.

Hmm.

You misunderstand.

You see, I do what I
do now because of him.

It's the last
lesson he taught me.

We were on a mission together,

it all goes wrong,

and in his last moments, he
has this crushing realization

that he was a mere pawn
sacrificed in a game

that'd been going on
long before he was in it,

and would continue just as well
without him long after he was dead,

and it was a game that
ultimately had no meaning.

You know, the last
thing that he said to me

as he laid dying
in my arms was...

"It wasn't for country, son."

"It wasn't for the Crown."

"It was all..."

"It was all for nothing."

Your wine.

Yes, very good.

Thanks.

Try some.

If I was going to poison you,
I would have used the needle.

Mmm.

-Excellent.
-It's an '89 Pétrus Pomerol.

Bought it new and left it here.

It's aged to perfection,

just like us.

Mmm.

Listen, I know we have been
working on opposite sides,

but you're so much
better than this.

Better than what?

Working for Dante Cress.

Communist ideology is
something you grew up with,

and it was
indoctrinated into you,

but Dante Cress is a terrorist.

Help me stop him.

We've done it
before in the '80s,

when you finally realized
that your team was wrong,

and you helped me
end the Cold War.

And where did that get me?

The KGB found out what I did
and tried to kill me for it.

If I didn't let them
think they had succeeded,

they would have kept trying
until I really was dead.

I could have helped you.
Why didn't you come to me?

Because I didn't wanna
put you in danger.

After my false death,
I went underground,

took whatever mercenary
work I could find.

It was hard,

but after the wall came
down, there was hope.

But then I watched as the world just
slipped back into the same old chaos.

So if Dante Cress is willing to pay
top dollar to turn off the lights,

who am I to miss
out on the payday?

If I don't take his money,
he'll find someone else.

-You've become callous.
-No, I've become realistic.

I have to make a living somehow.

I'm not saying I believe in Dante
Cress' nihilistic philosophy,

but I destroyed my life
trying to save the world.

Greta, deep down inside,
you're really good.

Really?

Because I'm starting to see what
Dante Cress is talking about.

You know, honestly, sometimes,

I think that the only good thing
that came out of what I did in '89

was that it allowed you
to move on with your life

and to start a family
with your true soulmate.

You know about Tally?

Mmm.

I'm just glad that you
didn't wind up alone.

You're a fantastic woman.

You must've found someone too.

No one that really
meant anything.

Relationships are hard.

You don't have to tell me.
Tally and I split years ago.

What, you broke up?

Divorce.

We spent 15 years apart,

reacquainted just
a few months ago.

I'm starving.

Are you hungry?

You've barely eaten.

I guess I'm just not hungry.

Then we should dance.

Uh, pass.

You agreed to a date.

It's not a date unless we dance.

Okay, fine, one dance.

And when we're done, you tell me
where Greta's holding my father.

-Agreed.
-Great.

But it better be
a hell of a dance.

Up you get.

Ah, poor Emma.

She hates dancing.

I've tried to get her
to go millions of times.

Even signed us up for the
Fred Astaire's in Scarsdale.

She wouldn't do it.

Says she has two left feet.

I'm gonna shove this
jacket up your ass.

Sorry, mate.

What the hell is this?

He just picked
that guy's pocket.

Is that a zappable offense?

It's a zappable offense.

-Zap him.
-No.

Let's just get through this, then
you can zap him all you want.

You ever been to the
underground clubs in São Paulo?

Chased a narco-terrorist
through one once.

Well, then you
know how they move.

Underneath the foreign stars

In a foreign place Where
they don't love you

I do turn in the pale moonlight

Your eyes are wide

And the band plays...

I hate this guy.

I hate this guy.

...tenderly and he whispers...

Nothin' is how he feels
About girls like you

With your flip flop smiles

And your big blue
eyes on vacation

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the
world is in trouble

Do you want to dance with me?

Love changes hands

As the big waves crash

And the dream
don't die, but I do

Where were you When I
needed you right now

The telephone just rings

I cannot find you

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the
world is in trouble

Do you want to dance with me?

Do you want to dance with me?

This is like a cover of
a Danielle Steel novel.

Underneath the foreign sun

With a foreign man Who's
gone and almost forgotten

Drink everything you see

And remember us And wonder
if you will be forgiven

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the
world is in trouble

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the
world is in trouble

Do you want to dance with me?

Do you want to dance...

-My God.
-Come on, man.

Do you want to dance with me?

Well, Emma's pregnant.

Jiminy biscuits.

We had a deal. I danced,
so tell me where my dad is.

Of course. He's
across the street.

Bullshi...

Son of a...

Watch out. Watch out. Excuse me.

Let's go.

Dad.

I'm okay.

Shit, Dad. I almost
just shot you.

-You see?
-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
-Where's Greta?

After I threw this
asshole out of the window,

she hit me over the head, and
then she escaped down the back.

We gotta go find her.

No, there will be cops
all over this place.

We will be in custody for days until
the CIA deals with all the red tape.

-We can't afford that.
-But Greta...

We're gonna find
her, but not today.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

So shall I come...

This way, yeah? Okay.

Fine.

That's for the dance recital.

Play our song.

Who's looking good today

Who's lookin' good in every way

No style rookie

Hi, Luke.

I know it must be
a shock to see me.

No.

Surprise, I'm alive!

No. No, no, definitely not that.

I'll make a move
Nothing left to chance

-Luke!
-Tally!

Get funky

Yeah, Timmy

Tell it like it is

Go

Check out this DJ

Go

So you say you wanted money
But you know it's never funny

When your shoe's worn through
And there's a rumble...

Sorry, Tally.

Get a gold tooth smile Put
a girl on the corner...

Not this time.

Committed a crime
and went inside