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Almost there, Bronco.

Ah!

You're cheap.

We are inbound.

Yes, sir.

Rachel, stay in the car.

Stay down.

Miranda!

On it!

Let's go!

Let's go!

On me!

Don't she have them?

We need another minute!

We don't have a minute!

Goons!

Hurry or I'll stop!

You have an incoming!

Get out of there!

Everyone down!

My name is Rachel Wild.

I'm a particular type of lawyer.

My job is to dog and chase down those that hide their debts through legal loopholes and shell companies.

I work between the moral and the immoral.

The legal and the illegal.

The black and the white.

I operate in the gray.

Hello?

Hey, Bobby.

I got some news.

Ross?

Hey, you there, Bobby?

No, I'm losing.

The man on the phone taught me everything I know.

Hey, driver, can you find me a cig?

Of course.

You wanna go stretch your legs?

Okay.

Shall I give you a minute, Ross?

Thank you, John.

Bobby, are you there?

Braxton, what you got?

I got a meeting.

With who?

Salazar.

You got a meeting with Salazar?

That's not all I got.

Where's this going, Braxton?

Where would you like this to go?

Debt to you and me.

How much?

Full debt plus interest.

That's impossible.

I don't believe you.

I got the leverage.

I got the agreement.

I got the paperwork.

And I got the signature.

After this, I owe you nothing.

We're done.

Yeah.

Awesome.

We'll take you back to your hotel.

How do you do it?

Braxton, if you pull this off, you get the full five percent.

Where are you?

I'm on Salazar's island.

I'll be in New York tonight.

No trouble.

I got Gerald with me for security.

You're on his island, and you only have one man for security.

You just let me worry about that.

I'll show you.

Oh, Jesus.

Braxton.

Fuck.

What's happening?

Can you hear me?

Braxton, what's happening?

Braxton, are you there?

Can you hear me?

The upside of this job is that when you win, you win big.

The downside is that when you lose, you end up in a hole in the ground.

Mr. Salazar, the contract is void.

Good.

If Spencer, Goldstein, and Finn are getting their billion dollars back, they can go fuck themselves.

And if they send anyone else to try, we'll take care of them.

My clients are asset managers, basically sophisticated bankers.

They make money by loaning money, and when they make mistakes, they subcontract to people like Braxton, or people like me.

If the first mouse gets sloppy, then it's the second mouse that gets the cheese.

It's on the controlling instruments.

You should have called, Bobby.

Sorry, Miss Sheen.

You scheduled?

Well, given what happened to Braxton, I think we are now.

I don't have time now.

Oh yes, yes you do.

I'm here to make you money.

I'll call you back.

Thanks, ladies.

Two minutes.

And don't throw any shit in this direction.

Why didn't you let him know what he was getting himself into?

Nobody knew what he was getting into.

Anyway, what's it got to do with you?

I liked Braxton, but I didn't like the hand grenade you passed him.

Manny Salazar.

He's not really the guy you loan a billion dollars and expect to see it back.

You weren't thorough, Bobby.

What did I just say about throwing shit?

I'm just here to give you an opportunity to recover your money.

You think you can recover it?

You know I can.

Oh, but I know you're too expensive.

Wouldn't Spencer Goldstein rather see its money back and stop putting bodies in the ground?

Careful.

You're pretty-ish and funny-ish and clever, but you're not that fucking clever.

Hire someone else, you're, well, repeating the same mistake you made with Braxton and getting the same result.

On what terms?

Standards of contract.

You get deniability, Spencer Goldstein's hands stay clean, and you only pay me if I recover the full debt.

How much?

Twenty percent.

I can get this done for five.

By who?

You get people killed for five, and you're still left short.

You know, I really don't like you.

You'll save a dollar and lose a hundred.

You're a fucking nuisance.

Of course I'm a fucking nuisance.

I can do it for seven and a half percent.

Ten percent.

And ten million up front.

I don't trust you.

And, well, you need skin in the game.

I can make that work.

That was easy.

Don't you have to call your boss first?

I don't have to go upstairs.

Impressive.

Every time I visit, you're a floor higher.

You, however, do need a bigger office.

Love you, Bobby.

Fuck you, Rachel.

Asset managers.

I'm telling you, they own the lot.

I have an asset manager who manages my money.

That's because, in spite of what you look like, you can still think.

But only small picture.

That's why I have a manager manage my money.

What do you think they do with it?

I know what they do with it.

They make me more money.

They make you more money because they fucking own everything.

I'm happy with it.

You wouldn't be if you knew what they were up to.

They're out of control.

They run everything.

The news, the views, the weapons, the wars.

There's no conspiracy.

This is good for me and bad for you.

You should jump in.

The water's warm.

I've worked with Sid and Brongle for so long.

They're the only two I trust to keep me alive.

Salazar is a chameleon who hides behind hundreds of different pseudonyms.

Last month, he was called McIntyre.

The month before that, Rodriguez.

To corner Salazar, you must attack him legally and illegally.

Half my team deals with the former.

The other half, the latter.

Gentlemen?

No.

Brongle heads a team that specializes in extraction, intimidation, and sabotage.

And Sidney's band specializes in corruption, bribery, and covert surveillance.

So, uh, Salazar?

Manny Salazar is rare and unique.

Braxton uncovered some of his hidden assets.

Salazar then buried those assets along with Braxton.

So how do we squeeze him?

We bring him to the table.

How do we do that?

Pencil movement.

A combination of practical and procedural.

Sidney, you will be going to Sally.

You, Brongle, you're coming with me.

First, I must meet Salazar's infamous lawyer.

I can only do this concealed in a Trojan horse.

So sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Wilde.

I do hope my staff has taken care of you.

I'm fine, Mr. Horowitz.

So, we have had a chance to look over your proposal.

And I see that you have quite substantial capital that you may need help with.

I'm sorry.

And you are?

I don't matter.

Yes, indeed.

I'm particularly interested in Mr. Salazar's portfolio.

That is private information.

I'm sorry, sir.

Do you mind?

That's very valuable.

Why do I have the feeling there is another agenda going on here?

You'd like to hear it?

No.

That's another meeting.

We're done here.

Can you call Gary into my office, please?

There is a situation here.

I assure you you'd like to listen.

The alternative is very expensive.

Well, I'm not buying what you're selling.

Gary!

Gary!

Mr. Horowitz, is there a problem?

Get them out of my office now.

Ma'am, sir, if you'd like to follow...

Gary, a moment.

There are two versions of how this narrative plays out.

Version one, Gary waits patiently and quietly by the door for the next 30 seconds while we conclude our business.

Then we leave in a calm and orderly fashion.

Version two, Gary steps forward on a reckless endeavor and you spend the next six hours sponging him off the walls.

I don't know which version Gary would prefer.

You have to...

Gary.

Gary, maybe it's better if you just take a few steps back.

I'm here for the debt that Salazar owes Spencer Goldstein.

As his lawyer, I'm pretty sure you know where all his proxy corporations and shell companies are.

This is an opportunity for you to work with me so we can find a more amicable agreement.

I think it's time for you to leave.

Well, if I can't have this conversation with you, I guess I'll have it with Salazar himself.

Don't get into water that you can't swim in.

Likewise.

And if you get into any trouble, please call me.

I'm known to be very effective.

Rachel Webb, that's my number.

You can call me anytime.

Have a wonderful day, Mr. Horowitz.

Thanks, Gary.

Are we clear on the plan?

Phase one, procedural and practical.

Bronco and Baker will travel to Salazar's island on a commercial flag while it's still safe to do so.

They need to start sabotaging Salazar's interests and set up a base a month before I will eventually arrive for a meeting.

Wilson flies to Saudi to start his corruption process.

His anonymous phone call will tip off the Saudi authorities.

Salazar's hotel in Jeddah got approval to build 130,000 square feet.

But the real blueprint shows he's building 150,000 square feet.

I know.

The tip-off will let the ministry know that he's in breach of planning consent.

That'll do, Joe.

The Saudis won't take this seriously and shut down construction while the paperwork gets reorganized.

We are measuring the building.

We are closed down.

Hold on, please.

Horowitz will be fielding phone calls and he'll get his wings clipped.

Why have I got the foreman of our Saudi construction site saying that we have been shut down for size discrepancy?

You will be penalized somewhere in the region of four million dollars a week.

Someone is fucking with us.

It's that woman.

I bet it's that fucking woman.

Well, he's busy putting out that fire.

Sidney will be on stage two in his corruption campaign.

There is a forensic skill to bribery.

And Sid is the best surgeon I've ever had the pleasure to witness.

Going to corrupt someone is a right way and a wrong way of going about it.

What's wrong exactly about putting 25 grand in someone's pocket?

I think as long as you do it elegantly.

But you can't just shove 25 grand in someone's hand.

It doesn't work.

What you need is lube, an alibi, something to make them feel positive about the transaction.

Oopsy day.

I am so sorry.

That is totally my fault.

Don't worry.

There's hardly any damages.

Oh, you don't know that.

There are sensors.

There's the chassis rail.

And are you okay?

I'm fine.

It can take up to two days for whiplash to bite.

My friend's a doctor.

Here, take a look at you.

Stand on one foot, please.

And close your eyes.

Oh, I don't like the look of that.

Oh, dear.

You'll have to see a physiotherapist.

Don't worry.

We'll take care of it.

There is a note inside the envelope from the doctor that'll tell you exactly how to make a full recovery.

And remember, that can take six weeks.

That poor superintendent is under the spell of old-fashioned cash.

Has a perfect alibi.

Clear instructions on how to make a year's salary in six weeks.

All I need is a thumbs-up.

One.

And he's on the hook.

Two.

And he'll suck your cock.

You're in luck, Gigi.

Now the poor superintendent can justify why I earn a year's salary tax-free.

Your steel is impounded.

The paperwork doesn't match.

What do you mean, impounded?

Forget it.

Unimpounded.

That fucking woman has locked up our steel!

By now, Horowitz should be getting more bad news.

Because 20,000 tons of steel are stuck in limbo.

And leaves 2,000 construction workers with nothing to do but to sunbathe on full payday.

Penalties and delays will cost him in the region of five million dollars a week.

Now he's burning up in Saudi Arabia.

Let's throw him off balance.

Light another fire on his flank.

Next, we need to attack his business on his Spanish island.

What about the ore?

It's literally on Salazar's doorstep.

What do you think Franco and Baker are doing?

Javier?

Franco.

It's my associate, Baker.

Apparently you're the man that can source anything.

Can you help us?

I can get you what you want.

First thing we need is hard hats.

Tomorrow's delivery is the law preventer.

We can level that before it gets there.

No, that's too clumsy.

It's harder to deal with a mouse in the house than a gorilla in the villa.

If they can't see the problem, they can't fix the problem.

Forensic sabotage.

I want them lost in the weeds for months.

A 200,000 ton oil rig will now be rendered redundant.

Through a Trojan mouse.

A 25 gram Jekyll and Hyde superfuse.

And that's how I'm done, sir.

All it needs now is to give the safety inspectors a little nudge in the right direction.

Once they find out the rig's got a fail-safe malfunction...

What the hell is going on?

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

...doesn't drill, doesn't move, and Salazar's sneaking half a million dollars a day.

He will now be aware it was quite a significant challenge.

I asked you to take care of Spencer Goldstein.

And you assured me that the issue was dead and buried.

Yet, somehow, I'm now paying three fucking million dollars a fucking week for a fucking oil rig that doesn't produce any fucking oil!

So what I want to know is A.

Who specifically is doing this to me?

And B.

What the fuck are you doing about it, William?

It is a woman.

With an extremely capable team.

They're cunning, they're clever, and they're efficient.

I'm afraid that they are going to continue to be a very big problem.

Here, William,

will they continue to be a problem if they are no longer alive?

Yes.

She's already insured against that.

Cut off her head, and there'll be 20 prepaid lawyers waiting to keep this thing alive.

And I'm afraid if that happens, we may be in a mess that will be impossible to get out of.

What is your advice?

Well, she's already costing you about 28 million a month, so I think it would be a lot cheaper,

if you could make a deal.

You know, make her an offer.

For how much?

We can ring-fence this for 300 million.

300 million dollars?

Mm-hmm.

Of my money?

Around that.

You think you're sweating now?

Look at me, you're fucking sweating, William.

There's only so much she can find.

And all the really juicy stuff is still controlled by Wolfgang, and there is no way she'll ever find that.

Pretty is synonymous with stupid.

And stupid is synonymous with naive.

And naive is what I want you to think I am.

During our inaugural meeting, Franco placed a bug in his Lawyer of the Week award.

Do you mind?

That's very valuable.

We know who Wolfgang is because Horowitz very kindly told us exactly who he is.

It turns out he's an accountant.

Wolfgang Klose, a Harvard-graduated German-Arab who orchestrates the entire financial empire from his fortress in Jeddah.

Why is Wolfgang so important to Salazar?

He's the specialist that hides his money.

He bounces it around between countries and buries it under layers of shell companies, so it's impossible to find out who the owner is.

If you can't find Salazar's money, you can't recoup the debt.

We need to join those names to those companies to untangle Salazar's administrative opaque super.

But if we can access Wolfgang's computer, we could find where he's buried the bodies, and Rachel can prove that he owns the companies.

He recently invited some ego-stroking publications into his home to tell us how fantastic, rich, and interesting he is.

The pictures revealed his love for esoteric 50 sculptures, while the interview let slip his profound love for backgammon.

Did you receive my gifts?

I'm looking at them now.

Open Exhibit A.

Ooh, a load of dice.

Precisely.

You got an invite to his party as a potential investor.

To catch his attention, you need to win.

Excuse me, sir?

What is it?

There's a guest at the backgammon table who hasn't lost a game yet.

Why are you telling me?

Because every time he wins, he refuses the money.

What's more attractive to a financier than a man who refuses money?

How much has he won?

It's over 200,000, sir.

Having got his attention, he's going to be looking at me very dubiously, so I'll need to convince him that I have no kind of hidden agenda.

Naturally, being the host and rather paranoid, he's going to assume that I'm a grifter and use the marks, so he'll challenge me.

May I?

Please.

What do you say?

Five thousand a point?

Sure.

Using the loaded dice, I'll continue my winning streak.

Substantially, I will refuse payment.

He will insist on paying me.

I make a point of paying my debts.

But here's where I make my final move.

You can repay me by giving me a rematch, but with the gentleman's bet, and only for ten dollars.

You will lose, and as a token of repayment, you will offer him a gift.

It just happens that that gift is a statue of me covets.

Open exhibit B.

In scurries the Trojan rat.

It seems luck has gone my way.

Oh, Blake.

Rather embarrassingly, I don't carry that sort of cash.

If you'll allow me, I'll just pop something in the post.

People are not suspicious of those that give, only those that take.

Sir, a gift has arrived from Mr. Kirschner.

Wolfgang's office is a Faraday cage, an impenetrable firewall preventing anyone or anything from accessing his data.

However, once you're inside of said cage, and within 12 feet of his computer, we're in his world.

Our statue is a bug, a camera, an attemptist attack device.

We can start to put names to companies and entangle his financial web.

Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt.

We're in.

Now I'm inside Wolfgang's world, we can start to peel back the onion.

Once I have the legal traction to free some more of his hidden assets...

Oh, Wolfgang, I've got you now.

...this will accelerate a desire to reach a deal.

The court approves the application to seek international attachment orders.

Objection, your honor.

Overruled.

Thank you, your honor.

She's a monster.

However, in order to get the unpalatable deal that I want, I will need to look Salazar in the eye.

Oh, Mr. Horowitz, how lovely to hear from you.

Okay, sweetheart.

200, that's it.

Has anyone ever told you you have a wonderful timbre to your voice?

I'm trying to place it.

That's funny.

200 is funny.

I got it.

From the 1950s hit The African Queen starring Katherine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart.

You sound just like Katherine Hepburn.

Okay.

300.

I want to sit down with Salazar.

Since I can't talk to you, I want to talk to him.

What?

You fu...

You fu...

You fucking...

Salam aleikum.

Salazar doesn't know it yet, but he's going to agree to a meeting.

It's going to happen on the island.

That's the only place he'll feel safe.

It's just a question of when, but there's still plenty of time for you and your boys to put in the infrastructure and prepare for the worst.

Bronco, I'm sure you've had a sniff around.

How do we feel about that?

I think we feel okay.

Okay.

Better get more boots, then.

Phase two.

Planning and preparation.

Mr. Beauregard.

Buenos dias, Captain Sensible.

Up the shirt.

It's silk.

Like my sheets.

Of course it is.

My insurance policy will need to consist of a full team.

Baker.

Baker will be in charge of explosives and munitions.

Marina is a wheelman, in charge of on-ground transport.

Dunn is in charge of aviation.

And cynicism.

This is Gucci.

She's in charge of tech.

I just told you.

It's silk.

Their principal agenda will be getting me off the island, and should I need to leave quickly, they'll need a full chest of toys.

Indigenous Ambulance, 40,000 on the clock, full tank of laughing gas, and four brand new boots.

Baker, door.

Abra Cadabra.

Say hello to Javier.

Hello, Javier.

Hola, chicos.

He's been a very clever boy and got the full shopping list.

Two canoes.

Four oars.

Two emergency outboards.

Late 2010, Cochet.

Upgraded with an LS3 V8.

Three KTM 450s.

125 scooter for eggs and fresh milk.

Two Polaris Razors with 190 HP and plenty of torque.

And Teddy for fishing.

We've got a full set of knives and forks.

We've got your reach-out-and-touching-for-the-long-range slot.

Noisemakers.

Cloudies.

Blinders.

We've got 9 mils and 45s.

AVEC.

Hush puppies.

Gucci AR with a 203 Grenade Launcher.

Brand new Foomstick with 40 mil buttplugs.

Top cigars for the Charlie G's for grounded air.

And finally, 24 ice-cold cervezas.

Please drink responsibly.

All right, ladies, don't get excited about our accommodation.

It's not the Savoy.

We're hidden in the most remote part of Salazar's Island.

We chose this safe house due to its proximity to all three extraction points and its historical tunnels.

So we need to get Rachel out discreetly.

Rachel is only ever going to be in one of two places.

Either here at the villa or at Salazar's Hotel.

He lives in the penthouse suite, which is where they will meet.

If things get exciting, we extract Mom, assess the threat level, bring her back to the villa, and get her off the island.

Three extraction points.

If we need to move Rachel from the hotel, we take the east EVAC route.

We'll take the SUVs through the town, through the storm drains, to two awaiting ribs.

If we need to extract her from the villa, we go from an airfield on the north of the island.

Jets and helicopters are a no-go because Salazar controls the skies.

That's why we came here by boat.

We have two gyrocopters waiting.

They'll go undetected.

The west EVAC is our last resort.

There's no other way off the island.

Each route has its own challenges, but we need to reach these points as quickly and efficiently as possible.

We're going to be ready for any eventuality and practice until we get it right.

But this is Salazar's island.

The police are on payroll, and he has a reasonably experienced private army.

How many?

Best guess, 50.

What's that all about?

Considering his activities, he takes some comfort from having a small militia.

The police station is an issue.

If anyone ends up inside, we need to know how to get them out.

Where do you want to start?

Well, first we recce the route, and then we look at the hotel and the police station.

We'll split up.

Gucci, Dun and Baker, you recce the north EVAC point, and log a flight time to the mainland.

Bronco, Marino.

I knew it was true.

We'll recce the fastest route from Salazar's penthouse, through the city, to the east EVAC point.

Hey, Captain Sensible, can you, uh, can you just slow down a little bit?

You're starting to make me nervous.

Time really does stand still when I'm with you.

What are you so grumpy about?

You plan the route.

If we're not careful, your dad's gonna blow our cover.

Yeah, couldn't do it, guys.

Tell your dad not to spend all at once.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

That two wheels is better than four.

Okay, sweethearts, we'll run the full route to the east EVAC point.

If we need to get her out, Mom will be transported on the back of the bike.

We got a police car behind it.

Who wants to kick it in the ass and see if they'll kick back?

Live with me.

Good man, Marino.

Try not to end up in jail.

Hey!

Pick her up!

Head to the storm drains.

See if they have the stomach to follow.

This is too fucking easy.

All I need is a peak and a bike.

What the fuck are you doing?

You do your thing, let me do mine.

Looks like your dream's come true.

You picked up a pig on two wheels.

Yep, thank you.

So surprisingly, you sound completely shit, this guy.

Let's see if this fucker likes the idea of dropping 20 feet into a storm drain.

Sounds like he didn't follow.

Come in, beside you.

Turns out you do actually have some talents, Fredo.

Okay, looks like that'll work if we need it to.

So a boat will pick us up from here?

That's the idea.

But the bikes won't work if we need to take someone who's incapacitated.

For that, I'll need the ambulance to get us through town and an ATV to get us down the storm drain.

Then we get them off on a rip.

Okay, so on to the next route.

North Evac is a straight shot through a wind farm outside the city.

It is our primary extraction point as our gyrocopters are the fastest way to get Rachel off the island.

We'll need to get these operational and on to the runway in no more than three minutes.

The only way to do that is to rehearse.

Takes 24 minutes to get to the mainland.

25 minutes.

Can you show them faster?

I'll get her there quicker.

How long from the hotel?

Cut it down to nine and a half minutes.

Get her down to eight and a half.

That's not possible.

You're right.

Six and a half is possible.

This is how we're going to do it.

We'll take Rachel from the hotel.

These have to be out of the shed and in the air in three minutes.

You two pilot and take Rachel and me with you.

If this doesn't work, we go to the West Evac.

That means back to the villa, through the tunnel, onto the bikes until it's easier by foot.

Then there's an obstacle.

The upside of the obstacle is no one can follow us.

But the downside of the obstacle is...

That's the straightest line?

Fuck off.

I foresee a problem.

Point A, the villa is two and a half miles that way.

Point B, the West Evac point is seven and a half miles that way.

This is the straightest line.

Now, I am aware that there is a 300-foot deep untraversable ravine before you.

But fortunately, Baker and I have put a great deal of thought into this.

We've discovered that if you give yourself enough runway, build up some speed,

and flap your arms like so, it should take the bump out of the landing.

Alternatively, there is another option for the less adventurous.

It's called a zip line.

The zip line takes us to where our ATVs are hidden.

And there's a matter of getting to the harbor as quickly as possible.

And like with the other routes, we'll need to time-and-rehearse this, too.

Let's do it again.

What happened there?

I can do better.

Come on.

You'll be okay.

Four.

Four minutes.

Four feet to the left.

Three feet to the left.

Two feet to the left.

Bingo.

Four.

Do it again.

Four minutes.

Last reset.

Let's go again.

Ah!

Damn it!

Two to nine.

Got it.

Three.

Two.

One.

Not bad.

In contingency, as North evac fails and we are pursuing vehicles, we lead them into a banana pie.

One vehicle and two bikes.

Bikes will peel off, and the rams form behind the pursuers.

You're going to dig a hole in the floor.

What?

What are we digging with?

With your finger.

Or you could use an excavator.

You put the crank on 20 yards to the right.

Dusty trap doors to snag enemy traffic.

We drive over.

I'll jump out and trigger.

We'll lose at least one down the hole, and then whatever's left, I'll hose off.

With the help of the two bikes.

I'll take one and continue to the West evac.

Did the picture make things clear?

Crystal.

Crystal.

The only time Rachel's going to be vulnerable is in transit between the hotel and the villa.

If she insists on stopping for ice cream, we will not be able to stop her.

So Gucci, you get the drone up, and everyone else, invisible but useful.

We do not want them knowing about the fall team, and if they come for a bite, I want them to lose their fucking teeth.

We know the evac quits.

Speed is our priority.

But because it's three new routes, because it is unknown territory, because it is his island,

and because we are outnumbered 10 to 1, we are going to keep rehearsing.

And by rehearse, he means take every boat.

Take every truck.

Leave every wheel.

Lick every stamp.

And steal every engine till all of those routes are ours.

We need to be one step ahead of Salazar.

We need to know his movements.

We need to hear his conversations.

We need ears in the penthouse suite.

We can only do this before he knows that we're on his island.

Don will check out the access routes.

For anyone Baker will rec key the hotel's rear exits.

Sydney and I will casually enter the lobby.

Bronco will have a heart attack and distract the hotel manager.

She will then kindly donate her skeleton key.

Bronco will then recover.

And then Sid will inform her.

Slow blood sugar.

Just needs a sweetener.

And then my husband and I will make our way to the penthouse suite.

Ask Gucci to cut to the cameras and reset them.

Cut it in.

I think I know how to do it.

Three X's.

Door we came in.

Far misguided.

One over the edge for a neck breaker.

Anything relevant is said there.

Or if Salazar loses his patience.

We should know about it.

And we get Rachel off the island.

If they open fire we fire back and we do not miss.

If and when Salazar's police force turn up.

We make them pay.

How exactly do you plan to do this?

You want to handle that.

You're going to handle that.

You're going to plan engine killers out of their cars.

If anyone ends up in that station.

We need to know how to get them out of that station.

And if I recall correctly it's your turn to take the tour.

Your boys are here.

They look very athletic.

It's only one night.

Don't overdo it.

As you're prone to.

And remember.

I love you.

Wait for me.

One more thing.

Shhh.

Write it in a letter.

But I don't write.

No not the sombrero.

Aye aye!

Aye aye!

Are you ready?

Yeah we're ready.

Is it time?

Yeah you should get out of here.

Did you get me somewhere nice to stay?

No it's a marble palace.

Friday sheets and gold shitters.

Whatever you're going to be sleeping in is a hell of a lot more comfortable than where Sidney's going to be sleeping tonight.

Right now he's pissing on a policeman's boots.

Do you think I should leave you off then?

It's coming.

I just have one more thing to do.

I'll see you soon.

They're ready.

Let's get him to the island.

Let's make this personal.

Let's take his toys.

The jet and the boat.

You'll be flying to the island in that jet?

Now he's a clever boy.

He'll find a way.

Let's go back to court.

The court approves seizure of personal assets belonging to Manuel Salazar.

Objection, your honour.

Overruled.

First I'll ground his plan under international law.

Holowitz!

I'm standing outside my jet and I've been told it no longer belongs to me!

Yes, of course it's your jet.

It's just a technical issue.

Why can't I fly?

It's my fucking jet!

It's been impounded under international law.

Since when did I give a fuck about international law?

And there's a little more.

I think you might need to brace yourself.

And then I'll impound his boat under maritime law.

He won't even let me on board.

My boat!

My fucking boat!

Now I'll have his attention.

You don't need to worry.

I am confident that we will get them back.

In court?

We are not going to court.

I want to look her in the eye.

Set up a meeting on the island.

What took you so long?

I may have overdone it when I first saw his boots.

Got any news?

They don't belong to you anymore.

I don't care about that.

Cameras?

They're connected but they're not supposed to go.

Guards?

People take 12 and about 20 across the road.

Guns?

Yeah, plenty.

Is there anywhere in the back?

No, you've got to blow a hole through the wall.

Next time, you're going to spend the night in the cell.

Nah, you're a soldier.

And you're good with the voice.

Eh, you're right.

They'd eat you alive.

Ooh, a second thought.

I picked up their signal on the way in.

Abracadabra.

You've got more tricks than a clown's bucket.

And you smell like a wizard's sleeve.

Here's our police station.

These are our cells.

We can't go in the cell wall because it's surrounded by another wall.

And it's covered by cameras.

So we have to go inside if we want to get somebody outside.

We can go out the back wall.

It's got no cameras and we can drive straight up to it.

Ground's found a nosy visitor, sir.

Who do we have here?

Oh, ten points if you can guess.

Okay, give me a clue.

Big.

Elephant.

Bearded.

Bearded.

Bearded elephant.

Red.

Red bearded elephant.

Salazar's head of security.

Shall we go say hello?

I think you're doing a good enough job.

Phase three.

Conference with an enemy.

Majesty.

Captain Sensible.

Here, it's for you.

This isn't about to get awkward, is it?

Just put it on.

Sydney.

It's beautiful, thank you.

Is there anything in it?

There's a thing in the thing.

If you hold down the button, no matter where you are in the world, I'll find you.

I know when mistakes are made, you need insurance.

Bronco and Syd are mine.

Duncan!

With men like these, you can't buy loyalty.

It must be earned.

Don't say a word.

Follow me.

And I earned that a hundred jobs ago when I broke them out of a prison in Chiang Mai.

Are we being followed?

Yep.

Do we care?

No.

Is there a reason why we're driving so slow?

Dangerous things happen to people who drive too fast, and I wouldn't want them to get an accident.

Hello?

Mom.

Mr Beauregard?

Sir.

So, Marble Palace, fraté sheets, golden chitter.

Oh, that's for the kids.

For you, ma'am, we have a hundred percent electric RV, organic sheets, and a compostable toilet.

Let me give you a tour.

Kids?

Yes.

Well?

You start at 3.50. That should get 4.50. I think it's time to wrap this thing up.

Gucci?

Any news?

Ma'am, it sounds like their final number is 400.

That's not going to cut it.

Jesus.

Señor Salazar, Rachel Wilde.

Ms. Wilde?

My client is prepared to increase the previous offer.

Oh, we're not losing any time then.

Mr. Salazar is offering $350 million to wrap this up today.

Well, I'm prepared to be here until midnight to find a way through this challenge.

But, in the spirit of brevity, throw a sharper dart.

400.

You won't get any more than that.

Mr. Salazar, we agreed to stick to- Shut up, Horowitz.

Well, the games begin.

We move from the tail to the dog.

To cross the line, Ms. Wilde, you play dirty.

For the first time in 15 years, I traveled to this meeting in a jet that didn't belong to me.

Why?

Because someone didn't respect the rules of the game.

Someone thought they were clever.

But there is a line separating business wealth from personal assets.

Spencer Goldstein invested in my business, not in my personal space.

But you have marched an army across the line.

Wait, I have an image of a maiden in distress clutching her pearls.

I too have an image.

But I will not be a gentleman if I share it with you.

The debt is a billion dollars.

I'm just here to help you facilitate in any way I can you satisfying that obligation.

I am conscious of the small print, and I don't want you to incur surcharges, penalties, interests.

I'm also known to be a rather effective nuisance.

Your blade has reached its hilt.

You can't cut any deeper.

Take what's on the table and fuck off.

Fuck.

I need a drink.

Clover?

Boss?

I need more information.

I can't get him to budge.

We don't have the leverage and he knows it.

Look, unless Wolfgang opens up more files, calm down.

I want a beer.

Understood.

We're making a quick pit stop.

What are we doing?

Boss wants a beer.

I don't have time for a fucking beer.

How do you bid at 2-1-0-1?

Don't have too much fun.

Mom and Bronco are heading into the cafe.

Let's secure the perimeter.

Gucci, get the trainer.

Just what I'll do.

Are we all invited for a beer?

Don, what's your ETA?

I'm a minute out.

Reserve the table in the back for us.

I'm a minute.

Don, on your arrival, cover the east side of the square.

Copy.

Gucci, how are we looking?

Checking out.

A lot of movement coming towards the cafe.

How are you doing, Sid?

It's starting to smell a bit fishy.

See those tailwhippers out there at the cafe now?

They're at Salazar's Hotel.

Thank you.

Two of Salazar's guests joining you.

Do you have them?

Yeah, get eyes on.

Wow, this might be more complex than I thought.

Well, you like complex.

Sid, there's two more entering the bar.

Bronco, two new customers, side door, bar area.

Do you have eyes on?

Eyes on.

Two more hostiles outside the bar.

Bronco, it's getting congested.

Baker, you take the bar.

You're not bringing the car to the rear of the cafe.

Bronco, you're taking him out the back door.

Approach the bar entrance.

Thank you.

He's going to bar this.

Bronco, how are we looking at that?

Yeah, we've got two in the lobby.

We've got one in the back bar and one in the corridor.

Do we have a problem?

We're challenging a problem.

I should put these on.

It keeps us quiet.

Copy.

Nice to go.

You've got two hoagies coming from behind you.

Eyes on, Gooch.

Two more incoming.

It's an entire fucking football team.

Done.

Stand by.

He allows his pants to get tighter.

Four sitting out front, four inside.

Sidney, the back door still clear?

I'll leave the car running in the back door.

Entering the rear of the building.

What's an escalator inbound?

Usually six aboard.

On my count, that's fourteen on Fridays.

Are you sat out there?

I agree when you are.

They'll be going for extraction.

Moving to the kitchen entrance.

Come on, Bronco.

All right.

I'm going to take the two in the lobby.

Sid, you take the back bar.

Baker, take the corridor.

Weapons are free.

Two down.

Lobby clear.

Go ahead.

Let's go.

Goochie, you good?

Back door's clear.

Go.

Go around.

In front.

You're down.

Escalator clear.

Baker.

Clear.

Extracting bomb now.

Good shooting.

Let's pack this up.

Bronco, you got two on a scooter.

Bronco's clear.

Let's go.

Get in.

Goochie, let's get out of here.

Pulling up.

Bronco, we good?

We're good.

Bomb secure.

Goochie, back to the villa.

No wheel spins, no speeding.

Don't run on your red lights.

Don't let anyone try to stop you.

Shoot them in the face.

It didn't work.

What didn't work?

Fourteen men.

Fourteen men?

Fourteen.

What do you mean fourteen men?

Don't tell me you've fallen into her trap.

If you try to kill her, she'll get an emergency injunction.

That will turn us upside down.

Legally, they'll be able to see everything.

Get Wolfgang on the phone.

Now.

Boss?

Glover, talk to me.

Wolfgang's moving assets.

Big assets.

They're panicking.

I think we've got him.

Glover, I fucking love you.

Listen to me.

This is what you're gonna do.

Connect the assets to his hidden businesses.

Attach them to his name and shut them down.

We can crack the code and read the cipher.

If we cut off his income streams, he'll have no choice but to come back to the table and pay the full billion.

If you're all in, we're all in.

If you want out, we can get you out.

Right now.

We're staying.

Sydney, the gift you gave Wolfgang is the gift that kept on giving.

It started with a trip, ended in a deluge.

Now I know what Salazar's got and where he's hiding it.

And my lawyers are gonna freeze, seize, and bleed him dry.

The court approves the application to seek international attachment orders.

He'll be fucked.

Next, SkySilk, chemical manufacturing.

Turnover 1.1 billion.

Looked at the evidence, Mr. Horowitz.

It's unambiguous.

The court approves the application to seek international attachment orders.

The panic will set in.

PrimoStar Telecom, his first company.

800 million in assets.

His walls will close in.

A worldwide freezing order will be put in place with immediate effect.

Objection, Your Honor.

Denied.

Motion is granted.

I repeat, the motion to lift the corporate bail is granted.

And finally, Archon Digital Startup.

Cash reserve, 385 million.

Freeze.

Fuck.

And seize.

The motion to lift the corporate bail is granted.

Objection.

Denied.

It was only a question of time before they found the Trojan rat.

But by now, we have everything I need.

You have no idea how much it cost, boss of ass.

I just have to recognize you.

You're very smart.

Horowitz.

What do you want?

My client would like to see you.

Now.

What?

Now, now?

Yes, now, now.

That means, now.

I'll be there when I'm ready.

I can't know why instead.

Well, thanks to you, there's less lines.

Ms. Weil.

I heard there was a regrettable incident.

Well, regrettable for some, as I'm sure Horowitz has explained to you.

Once you try to kill me, you've crossed a legal Rubicon you can't come back from.

Now, unless you want me to choke off the oxygen to any more of the ancillary appendages you possess,

you'll pay the full ticket, and you'll pay it today.

You can have 800.

I don't want eight.

I want the full fucking yard.

And I want my boat and my jetpack.

Oh, a billionaire without his toys.

An embarrassing paradox.

Get the fuck over it.

Now, what you've won, Ms. Weil.

Take the deal.

No.

The deal is you pay a billion dollars.

For all your chest-banging, have you recovered even a single penny of the debt?

No.

You have set the deal.

You have no more secrets.

So do you really want me to resurrect all the bodies you've been hiding?

Because I will let slip the dogs of administrative war,

and I'll share the exact location of all those corpses with every single investor you've burnt previously.

And it won't be me coming for a billion.

It'll be them coming for five.

The Billion.

And you give everything back.

We're done here.

Pay the bitch.

Your job was to make sure nothing like this could happen.

I'm letting you go, William.

Also, we'll take you to the airport.

Rachel, how can I help?

It's done.

What exactly?

Salazar's agreed to pay the full amount.

That's exactly what Braxton said.

Now, there's only two reasons why that little red thorn could break.

One, you're being fired.

Two, you're being congratulated for the brilliant agent you hired to help you recoup your unrecoupable debt.

If it does, Rachel, I will be very impressed.

No.

When it does, you'll return everything we seized.

Contractually, that includes the jet and the boat.

Am I clear?

Crystal, consider it done.

Now, keep looking even harder at the phone you're looking at.

Ring, ring, Mazel Tov, motherfucker.

So, as I was saying...

Calling.

Mr. Goldstein.

Bobby, are we really going to fall out over our hundred million?

Call me back.

Getting money out of Salazar was a stimulating game of chess compared to dealing with Spencer Goldstein.

You always said they could never be trusted.

Who's that?

A thousand miles from anywhere.

Are we expecting anyone?

No.

Rashid?

Rashid?

Rashid?

Rashid?

Rashid?

Rashid?

Rashid?

Rashid?

Hello, my lovely.

Look.

Who the fuck are you?

You can't just walk into my office.

Yes, we can.

I've got security cameras.

There are people watching.

No, there aren't.

So, who are you?

What do you want?

Salazar's taken Rachel.

Oh.

All right.

You're her boys, I see.

Well, that's kind of sweet.

It's being handled.

Everything's being handled.

How?

Exactly.

We're dealing with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

We're talking to the State Department.

We're dealing with the Spanish police.

It's a highly complex and evolving situation.

So, you're doing nothing?

Look.

We all just have to be patient and Salazar will get his toys back.

Rachel gets released.

She gets paid.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

So, you're telling me that she got you your money back and she still hasn't been paid?

That's not very nice.

Look.

You stick to the dancing and I'll do the thinking.

Don't be cute.

Nothing is as simple as it seems.

Yes, it is.

Pay your debts.

Miss Wilde.

We made an agreement.

I kept my side.

Spencer and Goldstein have not.

No, it's not that simple.

They have something really valuable to me.

Now I have something valuable to them.

No.

You don't.

Even if they knew that I'm here, well, they wouldn't care.

They won't register.

I'm worth less to them than a stray dog.

Quite brilliantly, you're worth billions.

But they manage trillions.

If they owned New York City, you'd just be a...

a hot dog stand.

Holding me gets you nowhere.

And they're never going to pay you.

They haven't even paid me.

We'll see.

You will find a way to make them.

Otherwise, parts of you...

are going to start...

turning up in their New York office.

This is my island, Rachel.

My police.

My law.

I have an entire army to make sure no one's coming to save you.

Track is saying she's still at the police station.

She's there.

It's confirmed.

You're still safe from plan A?

Yes, the red scene is still in place.

I've put the engine killers back on the police cars.

I've got the zip line working.

The spikes are back in their original place.

So are the landmines.

Even the truck.

Have the numbers changed?

Salazar has increased security.

So be prepared to improvise.

There's an extra unit at the hotel.

One mobile patrol and around 20 men.

The station.

Now, they changed shifts, so...

it's a perfect time to go.

But I warn you, this guy is a professional.

And they're ready for trouble.

Hey.

You want to change first?

We're leading the police car.

Marino, Baker, you take the back roads and the jeep.

Gucci and Dunn, you take the rear to the airfield.

Everybody clear how we're doing this?

Yes, sir.

Stealth.

All right.

Rachel, exit the way we came in.

Marino, you got up front.

Keep eyes out for any movement.

Copy.

We're on the way with Dunn and Gucci at the airfield.

Dunn, you have Rachel in the air, eight minutes from pickup.

Gucci, you got Sid, then everybody else with me, providing cover.

When they are airborne, we fall back to the west, you back.

Copy that.

I'm approaching the rear of the police station.

Drop it off, Baker.

Stand by.

Bronco, Sid, what's GTA?

30 seconds out.

Copy.

Let's bake our own fun.

20 seconds out.

Logan, it's position for surveillance at the front door.

10 seconds out.

Still quiet out front, boys.

Couple of tangos idling, shouldn't be a problem.

We're pulling up.

Copy.

Eyes on.

All quiet now, we'll be up front.

Arriba.

Don't fucking think about it.

We got incoming, boys.

One car approaching the compound.

Pull it up now.

He's sitting in the car.

I'll let you know when he exits.

Still not moving.

Down against the wall and stay there.

Still good at the front door.

Hey, you need a minute?

What?

I need that.

You too.

Three officers coming in the side door.

Ten seconds out.

Five seconds out.

We got two more coming through the front door.

Bronco, on it to me.

It's on you.

Manos arriba.

Manos arriba.

Don't fucking do it.

We got incoming, boys.

Starting to get dizzy.

I can't get out the front.

Make a stand by for pad B.

Don't fucking do it.

Right in the back door.

Move, move, move.

Hurry up, get the fucking car out.

Moving.

Don, we are en route to the airfield.

Get the driver's ready.

I'm not.

The girls.

What do you mean they got the girls?

They broke her out of prison and they tried to leave the island.

Well, stop them.

And get her back.

We want to strand them.

That's a chance.

You're GBR inbound.

Stay in the car.

Take your plan.

Where's D-Bag?

We can't do that.

There's another team incoming.

Then we'll lose them in the banana pie.

Baker, eyes out.

Keep us covered.

I've got eyes on.

They're one kilometer out.

Gucci and Reno, fuel off at the Panoram sort.

OK, copy.

Copy.

Baker, hold your fire.

Wait until I take them in track.

I'll just get out.

Grab someone now.

Turn him down.

Bronco, we're stopping in three, two, one.

Bronco's out.

Open in the pit.

Pit door open.

Bronco, I'm running out of road here.

Make it fucking open.

Bronco, you good?

We're good.

See you at the villa.

Don't worry.

There's 70 of us.

Six of them.

Let's go.

Gucci, drone, Baker, Jack in the Box.

Copy.

Brenner, you'll be with me.

South side.

I'd like to.

Hold them off, draw them in, brick their place and throw the nest.

Drone is live.

Three vehicles on the west side.

300 yards out.

Stinger, now.

Stinger, now.

12 foot coming your way, Sid.

They're heading in.

Two vehicles, east road, coming towards you, Bronco.

Baker.

First car is down.

Sid, they're cresting the ridge.

Morita, engage.

Drone team coming east side.

Another SUV, south-east.

Packable with an M60 on the back.

Operator up.

Baker, open the hall.

Yes, sir.

Brenner, on your right.

Bronco, open the hall.

Hall clear.

JT, right now.

We've got a red cell, is that right?

Move.

Over.

Sid, move.

Josh, let's go.

Six foot is clear.

Levi, ATV right.

Yes, sir.

Move, move.

How you doing, Baker?

All good.

Charges are set.

We're ready.

HVAC's clear.

Bronco, getting mixed, mate.

Should we ring the bell?

I'm thinking so.

Sid, Sid, lights up.

Bronco, Barna, let's go.

Get one out of here, OK?

No, it's too hot.

Don't fuck around.

I'll stay.

The plan was you two with Mom.

Someone needs to stay and press the fucking buttons.

Baker, don't fuck around.

Bronco?

Two minutes, Baker.

Be there.

Two minutes.

Rachel, stay close.

Go, go, go.

B-19, he's right.

We're heading to the port.

Bronco, we need to move.

Baker, what's your status?

Baker?

Mom, I'm awake.

Baker, that's two minutes.

It's time to go.

I said I'm awake.

Get out the front.

Tunnel's compromised.

Get in, Baker.

Come in.

What are you doing?

I'll meet you at the extraction point.

Baker, I'm right behind you.

You're not fucking behind me, Baker.

Get out of there.

That's an order.

That's an order.

Fuck.

Just get Mom off the island.

What are you doing?

Don't you do it.

Don't you fucking do it.

Baker.

Baker.

Fuck.

Get on the island!

Fuck.

Get on the island!

Get on the island!

Righto, Cochi, we're two minutes from the dock.

Oh, shit!

Wait.

Range.

Wait.

I said range.

I said wait.

300.

At, uh, wait, 275.

Back your mind up.

250.

Ram it, Janet.

Thank you.

No.

Take it in the boat.

We'll catch you up.

I thought I'd stop by on my way out.

No hard feelings, I hope.

I've been paid.

So everyone's happy.

Well, not quite, actually.

I've come from upstairs.

So I see.

Seems like a whole Salazar debacle continues to unfurl.

Why do I care?

No one knows where he is.

He disappeared.

We'll catch you off.

I don't know where he is, but I'm going to find him, and I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to kill him,

and I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to kill him,

and I'm going to

kill

him, and I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to kill him.

You crossed the line, Bobby.

You should have taken your out while you had the chance.

I solved this problem for you, but you got greedy and made a mess of it.

So Sid and Bronco are now going to solve it their way.

Someone needs to wear it.

Someone needs to be buried.

It's not gonna be me.

Well, let's just hope Salazar doesn't turn up.

Because if he does, he'll turn state evidence on Spencer Goldstein for funding a criminal organization.

Welcome to Miami, Mr. Salazar.

Who the fuck is Mr. Salazar?

I'm Mr. Smith.

As long as that little red phone doesn't ring, I'm sure you'll be fine.

Love you, Bobby.