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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.

Huh... Wishful thinking.

Warlords seized control of local governments...

and rule large parts of Europe.

They thought everything was going to 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... D...

E...

A...

A... G...

A, G, O, D...

A... D... G... I...

O...

Adagio.

Beautiful.

All right.

All right, the boys in blue are back.

Hello, mate.

Whatcha doin' up here?

Wait a minute...

You guys aren't real cops, are you?

Ha ha ha ha!

What's up?

What's in the case?

It's like, I don't know, violin, fiddle.

I don't really know the difference. Why, do you play?

Hand it over.

Nah, you don't want this.

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

Wash your mouth out with buckshot.

Well, you won't be able to get us all.

No, that's true.

Just you.

And you.

And you.

I'll probably get you.

And definitely... you.

Get him, boys.

Oh, damn.

Shaped charge.

Awww...

Why I gotta come all the way up here?

Hey - Did you get it?

Yeah, right where you said it'd be.

I sent out a handful of guys, but they all came back empty-handed.

Some didn't come back at all.

Stradivarius, Brescian period, 1690 to 1700.

Beautiful.

King August has another job for you.

He's, uh, he's a king now?

We feel the monarchy is most stable path 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. - Oh. 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.

Yeah, 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.

Mmmm.

You believe that?

It's a goddamn tragedy.

Best to 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.

Alright.

The perfect oil.

Yes.

♪ Banned from our damn so called country. ♪

♪ No claim y'all know the goddamn name. ♪

♪ Some got the rest of the planet to feel us damn it. ♪

♪ Substance over style, that's right we on exile. ♪

♪ Them old heads ♪ ♪ strong out the velt. ♪

♪ No love good looking ♪ ♪ out but damn sure felt. ♪

♪ Hear me fear me appeared to disappear ♪

♪ The sequel said keep PE from the people ♪

♪ Stole your soul kept the groove on your body black. ♪

♪ Now you can't get your mind back. ♪

♪ Too dirty for the source power 30. ♪

♪ Too clean for 30 year olds who wanna be sixteen. ♪

♪ I beg your pardon. ♪

♪ We be livin' other daughters. ♪

♪ You know what? While your favorites just starting. ♪

♪ We come back to do a soul check. ♪

♪ Every once in a while like a sonic You know what messiah. ♪

♪ To find out these cats ♪ ♪ got this thing running wild. ♪

♪ Oh, God bless the child. ♪

Don't shoot!

What are you doing here?

The King sent me.

It's about to job, tell him I don't want it.

Tell him yourself.

He's waiting for you in the wrecking yard.

Hey!

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?

Ah, speaking of gifts, the Stradivarius, ahh...

It's beyond us.

It's so divine.

Music...

Will 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 is shot.

We're busting our asses every day to rebuild these things 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.

Oh.

Cynicism.

Believe me when I tell you, Jake, this is not the 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.

Well, lucky you.

These 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're reluctant to cross the channel.

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

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

I don't want to 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.

Just 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?

Ah...

Mona.

The Mona Lisa?

In all her motherfucking glory.

I hate to break the bad news to you, Your Majesty,

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

For sure.

Fo sho.

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.

Then I get the boat.

With 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, uh...

and you're the King, what would you make me?

Motherfucker of cultural appropriation.

Hey, buddy.

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.

But will you promise if I don't make it back to take care of him?

I don't have anyone else to ask.

I don't think Smoke likes me very much.

I'm not sure if he trusts you.

Well, try not to die.

I'll make sure I make it back.

Always.

Takes your breath away, don't she?

Yeah, she'll right sort this one.

We're flying in that?

Huh? Yeah.

Is that safe?

- No, not technically. - It's got bullet holes in it.

Them?

No, them's from last week.

Little rendezvous with the boys.

Oh.

The King's waiting.

Don't be late.

We'll drop you in under 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 hop a little bit due north to St. Quentin.

Now, it's a town under occupation.

So you gotta 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.

It's a big fucking area.

How the hell am I supposed to find them?

Oh, 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.

Need to know what?

Need to know how the fuck I'm getting out of there.

Oh. The rebels will contact me when you got hands on Mona.

All right?

And I'll drop the equipment for an air-tech evacuation three hours later.

Three hours.

You good?

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

Never noticed.

Wheels up...

10 p.m.

My man.

There you go.

Right. All set to go?

Uh...

All these seat-belts are broken.

Nah, not worth the barney, mate.

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

All right.

Here we go.

Ooh, fuck...

What's that?

Uh...

Shit.

- Is everything OK? - Yeah, yeah.

Just doing some sums.

Uh...

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

Uh... It's either that, or we're gonna run out of fuel halfway there.

So... Yeah.

Probably best to throw on your parachute just in case.

Yeah.

I pull this to open the chute, right?

Oh, hold on.

You've not done this before?

No.

Oh, fucking amateur.

Yes.

That's the cord that you pull.

When do I pull it?

I don't know. Preferably before you hit the ground.

Relax.

Have a kip or something.

I'll take us to scenic route, yeah?

Relax.

Welcome to France, mate!

Right. Tell you what. I'm going to fly us through this.

So gear up.

Probably going to have to drop a little bit early.

Got it.

I'm going to

fly us down to 4,000 feet and you're going to have to jump.

Right?

Got it.

It's a go.

Red cord eh?

- Well, as soon as I open... - Yeah?

Oh, I knew this was a bad idea.

You gotta go!

Oh, shit!

Yeah.

This is definitely a bad idea.

Stay where you are!

Watch out for the grenade!

Come on!

Take cover!

Keep going!

Good luck!

They're waiting for you!

San Quentin is west!

Next!

Sit the fuck down!

I worried the opponent was hard to find.

This game taught me so many things.

But the most important lesson is to revere a strong adversary.

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.

But 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 where it finds our visitor.

And let's get the train ready.

How far away is he?

80 kilometers.

He was spotted near St. Quentin.

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.

Hey.

Hey!

Uh, hey guys.

Drop the bag.

Guys, I don't want any trouble.

Drop the bag.

You're a dead man!

Guessing your my contact.

Bravo, you're a genius.

Jake?

Yeah.

I could have taken that guy.

You're welcome.

If you're here the whole time, why didn't you step in sooner?

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

I can handle myself.

I'm Drea.

Follow me.

Oh, that's gross.

Okay, now that I've cleaned up your mess, let's get

going, because they'll come looking for this guy soon.

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

My father was a butcher.

Come on, get your stuff.

It'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.

Oh, I'm sorry, Drea.

May they rest peacefully in God's infinite love.

This way.

Wow.

That's what I'm talking about.

Over 1,000 horsepower.

Well, it proved it, too.

Nice.

Oh, yes, of course.

'Sue-willy'?

Souilly.

Wraith territory.

Mais le monde est cadavre.

What?

Uh, it's just... bad luck.

What is that?

Uh, could be a cipher.

I'll pack the truck.

- You patch him up. - Yeah, sure.

Um, come with me.

You like it?

The mural.

Oh.

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, uh, 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.

Well, trust means more to me than power.

I don't trust August.

Oh.

Then why are you here?

Asking myself the same question.

Hmm...

Like everyone else, August has something he wants.

One of his possessions?

Yeah.

Yeah. And you?

Oh, 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!

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.

I fucking love this part.

- Godspeed. - Thanks, Father.

Everybody inside the church!

Come out immediately with your hands in the fucking air!

I wonder who that could be.

Come out! Come out! Wherever you are!

Okay.

Thank you.

I can't wait to see what comes next.

Good evening, gentlemen.

A votre santé.

We know who you are.

We know what goes on here.

You can't hide anymore, priest.

I have 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.

Well, of course.

Perhaps it's just as well.

Because, 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.

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!

Really, a fucking priest!

- You were flooding it, by the way. - I wasn't flooding it.

- Buckle up. - Yeah, I am.

I love this song.

Blast the fucking door!

Stop them!

Going the wrong way!

Fire!

Hold on!

Well, get after them!

Go on!

Did you just jump a tank?

We just jumped a tank.

Shit! It's the checkpoint.

- We can't get around it. - Nope.

We're goin' over it.

Huck!

Holy shit! It is bullet-proof!

Fire!

Hard right! Hard right!

Which way?

Take that tunnel!

Aw, shit!

G

Go

Go!

Go!

Go! G

Go! Go

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

Go! Go! G

Go! Go! Go

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! G

Go! Go! Go! Go

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Tank!

Wow!

How many tanks does this guy have?

- Jake! - Aw, shit.

They're all over us!

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!

I'm gonna fuckin' go and get the fuckin' Mona Lisa,

in all its splendor and fuckin' glory...

and make you the Mother Fucker of Appropriations.

Fuck you August!

King, my ass!

What news do our rebel friends bring?

Jake and Drea are on 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.

I'm 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's kind of my point.

You know all this for a painting?

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.

And that's why we need you to...

To get you in.

Voilà.

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. - 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, that's pretty but,

sadly more useful these days, I guess.

- Yep. - All right.

Let's get going.

We're approaching the city, Volkov.

Good.

Hmm.

What happened to your shoulder?

We're 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 the tank and 20 men.

It took us by surprise, sir.

It came out of nowhere.

A big bastard and a girl.

In a truck.

East.

Anything else?

We got the priest.

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

You don't need to kill me.

Well, I'm not going to kill you.

Oh fuck, no.

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

We'll find these guys soon enough.

I know.

I know.

'Sue-willy.'

Souilly.

Well, if there's a vault in this base. It's in one of these buildings.

Putain d'affaires.

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 flare, they were inmates at a maximum security prison.

They're cannibals, you understand?

These guys. They eat what they kill.

All right, so let's get in and out as quickly as possible.

Shit.

Well, someone knows we're here.

Yeah. Come on.

Hang on a sec.

Oh, 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.

My 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 Stéphane Matteau.

Let's look around.

Looks like they held up here.

Nope, nope. Ça c'est pas ça.

Stéphane Matteau.

It's here.

Well, if they evacuated, the base commander would have kept a record of it.

Yeah.

We'll find it.

Voilà!

- Um, this is in French. - Yup, yup. OK.

Okay.

Altercations, water main broke, two and a half missing, scouts report.

Wraiths amassing, fires on the ridge line.

They're coming.

Evacuate all the valuables to...

Forty-eight degrees by fifty-eight.

Forty-eight by fifty...

Voilà.

Base aérienne, Nancy-Ochey.

- Parfait. - 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, that's the cipher.

Read me the corresponding letters in order, starting with the latitude.

Okay, ready?

Forty-eight, thirty-four, fifty-eight, oh-five, fifty-seven, thirty-five.

'IMSERH'.

- Does that mean anything? - Nope.

The wraiths. They're here.

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

Shh, give me a minute.

We need to go.

Simserhof?

Ouvrage du Simserhof.

That's a fort on the Maginot Line.

It should be somewhere...

Voilà.

Simserhof.

Let's move.

Jake!

Jake, 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 fourteen hundred hours.

Repeat, we can have a team at Simserhof by fourteen hundred hours.

Copy, Moulin 2.

Moulin 1, out.

Voilà.

Let's go! Let's go!

Secure the perimeter!

Move it!

A flying truck, my ass.

Volkov, look.

Fourty-eight.

Fifty-eight.

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, now.

Well, I think he wants his reward.

One thousand bullets.

How many do you think he deserves?

Three.

Agreed.

What?

No keypad, no interface. No biometric scanners.

No handle.

There's a camera there.

And there.

They had to power up this place somehow.

Come on.

Something still running?

Yeah.

Maybe not.

Ah!

This is running.

Système de conduit d'air.

Must be getting power from the solar panels.

Anything?

Yep.

That humming is part of the air filtration system for the vault.

All right.

- Yeah, that's our way in. - Moulin 1.

Volkov heading to you.

50 miles out.

I repeat, 50 miles out.

Moulin 1. Copy.

They're close.

Yep. These stairs should take me up to the ventilation shaft.

If I can get in here, down this shaft, and along this air duct.

And that should take me right into the vault.

Okay.

But if this fan is operational, we're gonna have to kill that.

And then what?

We'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 will have to do.

Ah, this is a bad idea.

Oh, merde!

Oh, shit!

Ah, shit.

It's flooded.

Oh, fuck you, August. I knew this was a bad idea.

Minister of Cultural Appropriations. My ass.

Jake!

Jake!

I 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 in 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 have kept me out of it.

But it would have 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 stay and fight with us.

Don'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.

It's not your fight, Jake.

It's not your fight.

En garde!

En garde!

Sous-là! Sous-là!

And there she is!

General, the safety plug.

Isn't it funny?

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

Hup!

Advance!

Drea?

Drea?

Hey. Hey Drea.

Hey.

You hear me?

Yeah.

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 gotta 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.

Hey, uh, fire it 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 straightaway 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're gonna have a small window of opportunity.

I know.

- We gotta get ahead of him. - Yeah.

There it is.

- Take a right at the fork. - Okay.

Kill the lights.

Fucker.

So?

There is concern regarding visibility.

Oh, 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, huh?

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.

Ahem!

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

That's your full potential.

Drop me at Dover Pass.

So?

Some people just need a little push.

Is that what you're looking for?

There she is!

And she's not going any...

Owww!

My god!

Oh, 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.

Ah! Fuck!

Oh...

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?

Look at this.

Jake!

Jesus, Jake.

You look like you've been chewed up, digested and shit out by the war machine.

Yeah, sounds about right.

And your fuckin' 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.

Oh, damn. Sounds like I gotta find me a new Motherfucker of Cultural Appropriation.

Or not.

You could just let her rest in peace.

Oh, 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 'em.

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

Enjoy your little boat.

I gotta build me a kingdom to rule.