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Before the world ended,

I could find anything

or anyone anywhere.

Not to brag,
but some called me

the world's greatest
treasure hunter.

There was nothing
I couldn't find.

I spent most of my time
underwater...

finding things that had
been lost for centuries.

My work was solitary,

researching and then
setting out on my missions.

But I liked it that way.

I controlled my own destiny
with no one to report to.

But all that changed...

when the solar flare hit.

The world was thrown
into darkness and chaos.

All modern electronics
were fried.

Most things
didn't work anymore.

People thought the governments
would take charge

and fix things.

Wishful thinking.

Warlords seized control
of local governments

and ruled large parts
of Europe.

They thought everything
was gonna be fine.

I knew better, of course.

Starving cities
turned into graveyards.

Money was useless,

medicine and fuel
nowhere to be found

and diseases spread.

I guess I was better equipped
for this.

I was a survivor.

And I was soon doing
what I always did,

finding things.

Except now, the world was

a much more dangerous place.

Too easy.

O...

G... I...

E...

A.

A, G...

G...

A, G, I, O.

A, D...

G, I, O.

"Adagio."

Beautiful.

There he is.

All right.

All right,
the boys in blue are back.

Hello, mate.

What you doing up here?

Wait a minute.

You guys aren't real cops,
are you?

What's he talking about?

No, sir.

What's in the case?

It's like...
I dunno, violin, fiddle.

I don't really
know the difference.

- Why, you play?
- Hand it over.

No, you don't want this.

But I'll give you
what's in this.

Wash your mouth out
with buckshot.

You won't be able to get us all.

No, that's true. Just you.

And you and you.

Probably get you.

But definitely you.

- Get him, boys.
-Yeah!

Damn!

Shaped charge.

All clear!

Why I gotta come
all the way up here?

Hey.

-Did you get it?
- Yeah.

Right where you said it'd be.

We sent out a handful of guys

but they all came back
empty-handed.

Some didn't come back at all.

Stradivarius.

Brescian period, 1690-1700.

Beautiful.

King August
has another job for you.

He's, He's a king now?

We feel a monarchy
is the most stable path

to restoring normalcy.

He wants to see you.

Well, I almost got myself killed

fetching that fiddle
for His Highness.

So, no, thanks. I'm gonna go
home and work on my boat.

He's willing to compensate you.

Handsomely.

Enough for your dream boat.

Where's the job?

Across the Channel.

Nice doing business
with you.

Just think about it, Jake.

- It could be a fresh start.
- If I wanted a fresh start,

I wouldn't shoot myself
in the head to get it.

No, we'll get you there safely.

There's nothing there
but disease and warlords

and EDM. Ew!

No, thanks. It was nice
seeing you, though.

- Jake!
- You look amazing.

And I love the suit.

He declined.

He'd rather work on his boat.

You believe that?

It's a goddamn tragedy.

Let's make Jake an offer.

One he can't refuse.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, there you are.

Yeah.

I got you mango teriyaki,
your favorite.

Yeah. Good boy.

Good boy.

How do you like that, boy?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Perfect. Royal. Yes.

Don't shoot!

What are you doing here?

The King sent me.

If it's about the job,
tell him I don't want it.

Tell him yourself.

He's waiting for you
in the wrecking yard.

Oi! Can you help me down?

Jake!

Come in. Have a seat.

Sit down. Let's talk.

Humor me.

Tell me. How you do it?

Do what?

I employ dozens
to do what you do.

But yet you seem to be
the only one

who finds things others can't.

Is it a special skill or gift?

Speaking of gifts,
the Stradivarius...

It's beyond...

so divine, the music
would make a grown man cry.

Maybe you should start
with food and clean water

before you start building
a symphony.

Think we're not working
on the food shortage, Jake?

Says the man
with a mouthful of steak.

I'm a pescatarian.

You think
fixing this shit's easy?

It's not as simple
as snapping my fingers

and turning the lights back on.

The whole fucking
infrastructure was shot.

We're busting our asses
every day

to rebuild this thing
from the ground up,

despite the efforts of people
trying to stop us,

like General Volkov.

Right, the guy
who wouldn't know culture

if it smacked him in the face.

He's an agent of chaos.

He'd rather see the world burn
and rule the ashes.

And you see yourself
differently?

Cynicism?

Believe me
when I tell you, Jake,

this is not a job I wanted.

When the solar flare hit,
we lost our humanity.

You saw what people did
in the dark.

No one anticipated
the world would burn

as quickly as it did.

People panicked.

Some became barbarians.

Lucky you.

Those ivory towers
that you're building

will keep the barbarians at bay.

And you'll all be safe.

Well, everyone's not as
resourceful as you are, Jake.

They don't have
your skills or grit

to survive in this new world.

They need protection.

Without these walls,

more and more
would have been slaughtered.

What about the ones
outside the wall?

What about the ones hiding?
You gonna let them in too?

All are welcome, Jake.

Even you.

Minister Fuentes tells me
you are reluctant

to cross the Channel.

No, I'm not reluctant. I'm...
I'm dead set against it.

Maybe that's because you
haven't seen the big picture.

I don't wanna see
the big picture.

The big picture is ugly
and cruel.

No.

Not all of it.

We are spending a lot of time

restoring her
to her original beauty.

You'll be a free man, Jake.

Unencumbered.

Answerable to no man.

And all I need is the wind.

To fly away
and leave the bullshit behind.

The people and I want
our world back, Jake.

And what would I be hunting
down for you this time?

Mona.

The Mona Lisa?

In all her motherfucking glory.

Hate to break the bad news
to you, Your Majesty,

but Paris was one of
the first cities to burn down.

For sure. For sure.

But here's something
you may not know.

It's that when the flare hit,
the French government

evacuated all
its national treasures

to a secret storage facility.

Everything from fine art

to the president's
porcelain throne.

How am I supposed to get there?

The King's plane
flown by the King's pilot.

And I get the boat?

All the resources
and food you need.

Hell, I'll even
give you a title.

Okay, well, if Fuentes
is the Minister of Defense

and...
and you're the King,

what would you make me?

Motherfucker of
Cultural Appropriation.

Hey, buddy. Yeah.

Yeah.

I won't be long, buddy.
Be back before you know it.

- How you doing?
- Fine, yeah.

How are you?

I think this is
a really bad idea.

You always seem to
come out on top.

Yeah, if I always
come out on top,

then why am I headed to
the worst place on the planet?

Um, I left plenty of food
and water for Smoke.

Look, will you promise,
if I don't make it back,

you'll take care of him?

I don't have anyone else to ask.

I don't think Smoke
likes me very much.

No, I'm not sure
if he trusts you.

Well, try not to die.

Make sure I make it back.

Always.

What?

Takes your breath away,
don't she?

Yeah, she's a right sort,
this one.

We're flying in that?

Yeah.

- Is that safe?
- No, not technically.

- It's got bullet holes in!
- Them?

No, them's from last week.

Little rendezvous with the boys.

The King's waiting.

Don't be late.

We'll drop you in
under the cover of darkness.

Now, your insertion point's
here.

Outside this small village.

Now, according to intel,
it's been cleared of rebels.

Now, you'll hump it a little bit

due north to Saint-Quentin.

Now, that's a town
under occupation.

So you got to go in quietly.

Like a whisper.

Like a baby fucking mouse.

Now, make your way
to the city center,

and our rebel liaison
will meet you there.

City center.

This is a big fucking area.

How the hell
am I supposed to find them?

Don't worry about that,
they'll find you.

Now, everything's hush-hush,
on the QT.

Need-to-know basis.

Yeah, I need to know.

You need to know what?

I need to know how the fuck

I'm getting out of there.

The rebels will contact me

when you've got hands on Mona.

All right?

And I'll drop the equipment
for an AirTEP evacuation

three hours later.

- Three hours?
- You good?

You know,
the plane's got holes in it.

Never noticed.

Wheels up, 10:00 p.m.

My man.

Ready, Joe.

Right, all set to go.

All the seatbelts are broken.

Not worth the barney, mate.

Strip of nylon's not gonna
help if she goes down, is it?

All right? Here we go.

Ooh, what's up? What's that?

Shit. Right.

-Is everything okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

Er, just doing some sums. Er...

Yeah, I'm not sure
that gauge is working right.

Er, I mean, it's either that

or we're gonna run out of fuel
halfway there.

So probably best to put on
your parachute just in case.

Yeah.

I pull this
to open the chute, right?

Whoa, hold on.
You not done this before?

No.

Fucking amateur.

Yes, that's the cord
that you pull.

When do I pull it?

I dunno, preferably
before you hit the ground.

Relax.
Have a kip or something.

I'll take us the scenic route, yeah?

Relax.

Fucking hell, here we go!

We've got a rendezvous
with Volkov's boys.

Come on, then!
Welcome to France, mate.

Right? Tell you what,
I'm gonna fly us through this.

So gear up.

Probably gonna have to drop
a little bit early.

Got it.

Five minutes
to bees and honey, mate.

Let's make that money.

Right, what I'm gonna
need you to do,

I'm gonna fly us down
to 4,000 feet

and you're gonna have to jump, right?

Got it.

Good to go.

Red cord?

- Deploy as soon as I open it?
- Yeah.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Come on.

You've gotta go!

God!

Yeah.

This is definitely a bad idea.

Stay where you are!

Take cover!

Goodbye and good luck.
They are waiting for you.

Saint-Quentin is west!

Turn around and
show me your fucking head!

Next.

Sit the fuck down now.

A worthy opponent
is hard to find.

This game taught me
so many things.

But the most important lesson

is to revere a strong adversary.

On the ground!

You see,
I learned how to play

when I was incarcerated.

And prison, by design,
is a gladiatorial arena.

One challenge after another,
a consistent power struggle.

In the beginning,
it was terrifying.

When I found chess,

I discovered something
life changing.

Playing against those
who were better than me

made me better.

I only saw improvement
when my skills were challenged

and that's why
I demand from you...

play your best.

You don't even know
how to play, do you?

Next.

Volkov.

One of our heavy guns fired
on the plane an hour ago.

- What kind?
- Single prop.

Probably the Antonov.
One parachute.

Get word out to every gang,

every informant, every soldier.

A thousand bullets
to whoever finds our visitor.

And let's get the train ready.

How far away is he?

Eighty kilometers. He was
spotted near Saint-Quentin.

Hold it there!

Come on, move!

Where are you going?

Bring him over here!

Quiet!

Quiet!

I said, enough!

What are you doing?

Silence, everyone!

Quiet!

Rations will be distributed

for loyal citizens
at 1600 hours.

Curfew will still be enforced.

Evading the rules
of General Volkov

will result in immediate
and severe punishment.

No!

The show's over.
Clear the square.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, guys.

Drop the bag.

Guys, I don't want any trouble.

Drop the bag.

You're a dead man!

I'm guessing you're my contact.

- Jake?
- Yeah.

I could have taken that guy.

You're welcome.

If you were here the whole time

why didn't you step in sooner?

Just needed to see if you
could handle what's ahead.

I can handle myself.

I'm Drea. Follow me.

That's gross.

Okay, now that
I've cleaned up your mess,

let's get going

'cause they'll come looking
for those guys.

What, you got a thing
for cutting guys' throats up?

My father was a butcher.
Come on.

That's not weird at all.

Keep your eyes down.

- This is the guy?
- This is the guy.

He's bleeding.

We should take care of that.

- Welcome.
-Thank you.

Would you like something to eat?

- No.
- Something to drink, perhaps?

No. No, thank you.

Father, with all due respect,
I just flew into a war zone,

jumped out of a plane
for the first time,

almost got crushed by a tank,

got attacked by soldiers
while she watched.

So right now I just want
to get to where I'm going.

So if you could just point me
in the right direction,

I'll be on my way.

Patience is a virtue, my son.

First things first.

Dom and Lulu uncovered this map.

They were just executed
in the town square.

I'm sorry, Drea.

May they rest peacefully
in God's infinite love.

This way.

Go ahead.

Get in.

Wow!

That's what I'm talking about.

Over 1,000 horsepower.

- Bulletproofed it too.
- Nice.

Yes, of course.

So-willy?

Souilly.

Wraith territory.

What?

It's just bad luck.

What is that?

Could be a cipher.

I'll pack the truck.

- You patch him up.
- Yeah, sure.

Um, come with me.

You like it?

The mural.

Yeah. Yeah.

It's nice to see some beauty
in all this ugliness.

Are you really as good
as August says?

What's he say?

Well, that you're his best.

His?

Yeah. No, I'm...

I'm not one of August's
prized possessions.

Well, August holds
a lot of power.

Even all the way over here.

This? I have nothing to numb it.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Well, trust means
more to me than power.

I don't trust August.

Then why are you here?

I'm asking myself
the same question.

Like everyone else,
August has something you want.

One of his possessions?

Yeah.

Yeah, and you?

Me, I'm just...

just here to make sure you get
from point A to point B,

really.

Shit. Let's go.

Surround the church!

Secure the area!
Go, go, go!

Cover the entrance!

Father.

I can't overstate
how important it is

you get there first.

- You're not coming with us?
- No.

We each have our own path
to salvation.

Mine is to buy you both
some time.

And yours is to have faith
in your courage.

Now the whole place
is on lockdown.

Volkov has a tank
on every corner.

You need to get through
the old factory

and reach the Eastern Road.

Fuck. I love this part.

- Godspeed.
- Thanks, Father.

Everybody inside the church

come out immediately with
your hands in the fucking air!

Wonder who that could be.

Well, come out
wherever you are.

Okay.

Thank you.

I can't wait to see
what comes next.

Good evening, gentlemen.

A votre sante.

We know who you are.

We know what goes on here.

You can't hide anymore, Priest.

I've nothing to hide.

God sees all.

Where are the others?

Others?

There's no one else. Just me.

The only thing they'll find
in there is the Lord's work.

The church is closed right now
but you're welcome to come in

if you wish
to confess your sins.

I'm an atheist.

Of course.

Well, perhaps,
it's just as well.

God's absolution requires
a moral conscience

and a yearning to be better.

Qualities which you clearly
do not possess.

Because you are
part of the darkness

on the face of this world
of suffering.

And you will not prevail.

For what I do now,
may I be forgiven.

Don't move!

Get out of the vehicle!

I want to quote
Revelations 3:57.

I shouldn't be aroused.
I shouldn't be aroused.

I shouldn't be aroused.

You're flooding it.
Don't flood it.

I'm not flooding it!

Fucking motherfucker!

A fucking priest.

Clearly a fucking priest!

- You were flooding it.
- Wasn't flooding.

You were.

- Buckle up.
- Yeah, yeah.

I love this song.

Blast the fucking door!

Go!

You're going the wrong way!

Fuck! Fuck!

Hold on!

Get after them! Go on!

Did you just jump a tank?

We just jumped a tank.

Shit, it's a checkpoint.

- We can't get around it.
- Nope. We're going over it.

Fuck!

Shit, it is bulletproof.

Fire!

Hard right! Hard right!

- Which way?
- Take that tunnel.

- Shit!
- Go, go!

Jake!

How many tanks
does this guy have?

- Jake!
- Shit.

Roll over it.

I've got you.

- On our right. On our right!
- I'm not worried about them.

I'm worried about that.

Turn left! Left, left!

- Tank!
- I know.

- Jake.
- I know.

- Jake!
- I know!

Fucking August!

"Fucking go get the
motherfucking Mona Lisa

"in all its motherfucking glory.

"Make you a motherfucker
of Appropriation!"

Fuck you, August!

King, my ass!

What news
do our rebel friends bring?

Jake and Drea are en route
to Souilly Army Base

where they should complete
the mission.

Sadly,

Father Samson perished
fighting for the cause.

And a noble cause it is.

May he rest in peace.

Your Majesty.

Hey,
I got a question for you.

Shoot.

What the fuck is going on
that you guys

are all so willing to die
to help me get this painting?

What do you care?

I mean, you're getting paid
your fee either way, right?

I don't get it.

I mean,
it's a beautiful work of art

but all this is a little much.

Well,

some people like paintings,
some like... sailing boats.

August.

Really sorry
about Father Samson.

I knew Father Samson
for a long, long time.

Way before the solar flares.

He made a great sacrifice
for the cause.

Yeah, well,
that was kinda my point.

I mean, all this for a painting?

It doesn't make sense.

It's Volkov.

What's he got to do
with the Mona Lisa?

Volkov is searching
for the vault too,

and if he gets there before us,

he'll get everything
that's in it.

They put a lot more
than art in there.

Food, supplies, weapons.

That...
That's why we need you to...

- To get you in.
- Voila.

Right.

So if we beat him to it,
you get your weapons,

August gets his painting
and I get my boat?

That's right.

- Hey, Jake.
- Yeah, hey.

Hey, however this ends,

I really hope you
get what you're after.

I made you this boat.

Thank you. It's beautiful.

My grandma taught me
how to make origami.

We used to make tons of them

and leave them
for others to find.

I also know how to build a bomb

big enough to take out a tank.

Wow.

Well, not as pretty

but sadly more useful
these days, I guess.

- Yep.
- All right.

Let's get going.

We're approaching the city,
Volkov.

Good.

What happened
to your shoulder?

We were outnumbered, sir.
Outnumbered and outgunned.

By an old priest?

Some fucking priest, right?

There were others, sir.

How many?

Two.

But they had
a big fucking truck.

A flying fucking truck.

And you only had a tank
and 20 men.

They took us by surprise, sir.

They came out of nowhere.

A big bastard and a girl...

in a truck headed east.

Anything else?

We got the priest.

Sir, I can still be of service
to you, sir.

You...
You don't need to kill me.

I'm not going to kill you.

No...

I've got all informants
with their eyes wide open.

We'll find these guys
soon enough.

I know.

I know.

- So-willy.
- Souilly.

Well, if there's a vault
in this base,

it's in one of these buildings.

Are you okay?

No, no, no,
I'm not okay.

This is Wraith territory.

This place gives me the creeps.

What the hell's a Wraith?

Before the flares,

they were inmates
at a maximum security prison.

They're cannibals,
you understand?

These guys,
they eat what they kill.

So let's get in and out
as quickly as possible.

Well, someone knows we're here.

Yeah, come on.

Hang on a sec.

Merde! We're too late.

No, this door wasn't
blown off recently.

No bullet holes, no damage.

Doesn't look like
they tried to defend it.

Best guess is that they got
everything out of here

and moved it to
a more secure location.

Where'd you get that map?

The base commander's apartment
in Paris.

General Stephane Matteau.

Let's look around.

Looks like they held up here.

Stephane Matteau. It's him.

Well, if they evacuated,

the base commander would have
kept a record of it.

Yeah.

Find it.

Voila.

This is in French.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

"Altercations,
water main broke,

"deuce and a half missing,

"scouts report
Wraiths are massing,

"fires on the ridge line.

"They're coming.

"Evacuating all the valuables

"to 48 degrees by 58."

Forty-eight by fifty...

No way.

- What?
- It's way too convenient.

There's no way he just left
this here for anybody to find.

- This is a misdirect.
- You think?

Yeah. He definitely would
have encoded this.

Merde. What do we do now?

Come on, let's hurry up.

Yep, it's a cipher.

Read me
the corresponding letters.

In order,
starting with the last two.

Okay. Ready? 48,

34, 58, 05, 57, 35.

"IMSERH."

- Does it mean anything?
- No.

The Wraiths. They're here.

Come on, come on.
We have to hurry up.

Just give me a minute.

We need to go!

"SIMSERHOF."

Ouvrage du Simserhof.

That's a fort
on the Maginot Line.

It should be somewhere. Voila.

Simserhof. Let's move!

Jake!

Look, I'm serious,
we've got to go.

Moulin 2,
this is Moulin 1.

Moulin 2, do you read me?

Go for Moulin 2.

La Joconde's location
is Ouvrage du Simserhof.

I repeat.

La Joconde's location
is Ouvrage du Simserhof.

Copy, Moulin 1.

We can have a team
at Simserhof by 1400 hours.

Repeat. We can have a team
at Simserhof by 1400 hours.

Copy, Moulin 2. Moulin 1, out.

Voila.

Let's go! Let's go!

Clear the perimeter!

Move it!

Flying truck, my ass!

Volkov, look.

Forty-eight, 58...

We're going to
the Nancy Air Force Base.

No, we're not.

We're going to Simserhof.

And we're gonna meet
a very special lady.

Tell the conductor we're taking
the route to the bridge.

Understood.

Well, I think
he wants his reward.

One thousand bullets.

How many
do you think he deserves?

- Three.
- Agreed.

No keypad, no interface,
no biometric scanners.

No handle.

There's a camera there.

And there.

They had to power up
this place somehow.

Look.

Something's still running.

Yeah.

Maybe not.

This is running.

Must be getting power
from these solar panels.

-Anything?
- Yep.

That humming is part of

the air filtration system
for the vault.

Right.
Yeah, that's our way in.

Moulin 1,
Volkov's heading to you.

Fifty miles out.
I repeat, 50 miles out.

Moulin 1. Copy.

They're close.

Yeah,
these stairs should take me

up to the ventilation shaft.

If I can get in here,
down this shaft

and along this air duct,

then that should take me
right into the vault.

Okay.

If this fan's operational,
we're gonna have to kill it.

And then what?

I'll figure it out.
Let's get to it.

Hey, remember
that service road we saw?

I bet that leads
to the solar panels.

I'll take them out.

All right, let's get to work.

This'll have to do.

It's a bad idea.

Shit.

Shit.

Merde!

Shit.

Shit.

It's flooded.

Fuck you, August.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Minister of Cultural
Appropriation, my ass.

Jake?

Jake!

Fucking knew it.

Jake!

Jake!

Are you okay? Jake!

This is helping people?

I wanted to tell you

but August said
you wouldn't help if you knew.

You're goddamn right.

The U.S. made two atomic bombs
to drop on Japan,

Fat Man and Little Boy.

But there was a third,

set aside for Moscow,

in case the Red Army
didn't stop at Manchuria.

The Mona Lisa.

This bomb was meant to travel
a long way,

so there was
a safety measure added.

Without this plug inserted,
this bomb can't go off.

So August gets the bomb
and you get everything else?

August doesn't want this bomb
to use it.

He just wants to keep it away
from Volkov.

And you believe him?

What choice do I have?

You had a choice.

You could've kept me out of it.

But it would've been found.

And you know it, Jake.

I do trust August

just a little more
than I trust Volkov.

They're both a part
of the same hypocrisy.

I trusted you, Drea.

Look.

It might be too late for me
and the life I wanted.

But maybe, just maybe,

by stopping Volkov

someone else
can have that chance.

And how many have to die
while you're trying to stop him?

Jake, wait!

Come on, just...
just stay and fight with us.

Can't you see,
the Volkovs of this world,

they win
when good people do nothing?

They win anyway.

Jake! Jake!

Jake!

Okay, so look at this.

This road leads to Calais.

August has a team there.

And they'll be waiting
to transport

the Mona Lisa
across the Channel.

You got it?

Now this, keep it very safe.

Okay, good luck, guys.

Not your fight, Jake.

Not your fight.

Volkov! Volkov!

And there she is.

General, the safety plug.

Isn't it funny?

They locked us up in cages
like the scum of the world

never to see the light again.

But then the light liberated us.

And now we rule their world.

We march to Calais.

The rest we take later.
Let's move!

Advance!

Drea?

Drea!

Hey. Hey, Drea.

Hey. Hey.

- Can you hear me?
- Yeah.

Well, you were right.
It was pointless.

You shouldn't have come back.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

Sorry I dragged you into this.

You didn't drag me
into anything.

You dragged me out.

But we got to get
that bomb back.

It's too late, Jake.

You said
you could build a bomb

big enough to
blow up a tank, right?

- What about a train?
- Jake...

The train's headed
back to the city.

To get there
it's gotta cross the bridge.

All right, all I need to do
is get that plug

and make sure
the train doesn't stop.

You just gotta blow that bridge.

That's all?

Look...

We can do this.

But if we're gonna do it,
we gotta do it now.

- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah.

Let's go. Come on.

Can you walk?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Get her fired up.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

Go, go, go!

What were you doing back there?

Why are we going so slow?

It's dark with low visibility.
I have to take it slow.

Once we're on the straight
away past the bridge,

I'll be able
to pick up the pace.

He's not gonna like that.

I'm doing my best!

Asshole.

We are gonna have
a small window of opportunity.

I know.

- We gotta get ahead of 'em.
- Yeah.

There it is.

- Take a right at the fork.
- Okay.

Kill the lights.

So?

It is a concern
regarding visibility.

I don't remember giving
the order to be concerned.

You did not.

But the conductor assures me
he's doing his best.

His best?

I think
he underestimates himself.

I think you're right.

I think he just needs some
help to fulfill his potential.

Just like you.

Checkmate.

Again.

I'm going slow because
we're carrying an atomic...

That's your full potential.

Drop me at the overpass.

Get to that bridge.

So?

Some people just need
a little push.

Is that what you're looking for?

There she is
and she's not going...

Mona Lisa is mine!

The Mona Lisa
is out of your league.

I'm not here for the bomb.

So what are you,
August's assassin?

No. I'm the distraction.

Nice beard.

Fuck!

Checkmate.

Jake?

Jake?

Jake!

Hey.

Jake!

What's wrong?

- You okay?
- Yeah. No, I'm okay.

- Are you okay?
- I'm okay.

Hey, guess what?

What?

- I got this.
- Jake!

Jesus, Jake.

You look like you've been
chewed up, digested

and shit out by the War Machine.

Yeah, sounds about right.

Your fucking Mona Lisa's
at the bottom of a gorge.

I don't know what kind
of shape she's in

but she can't be detonated
without this.

Damn.
Sounds like I gotta find me

a new Motherfucker
of Cultural Appropriation.

Or not. You could just
let it rest in peace.

No, no, Jake.

You're not naive enough
to believe

there are no more
Volkovs in the world.

No.

No, I just hope
you're not one of them.

Well, guess it's time for you
to sail away, Jake.

Enjoy your little boat.

I gotta build me
a kingdom to rule.