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[speaks Swahili]

[all] Happy birthday, Van Damn!

- What? - [chuckles]

[crowd cheering]

My God! How do you find all these places?

Touring. My friend Vincent owns it.

I had one of the best shows of my life and I celebrated staying here.

- Vincent... - He's the one helping us with the drugs.

Should I be jealous?

Only if it makes you want me more.

[laughing]

It's your birthday. I promised you a sex-nic.

Oh, I so need a sex-nic, but you promised before I became a fugitive.

I'm a woman of my word.

And besides, are we really gonna let Agent Bent-dick ruin all our fun?

Hell, no.

- [gasps] - Happy Birthday.

- What...? - [chuckling]

Such a naughty boy.

[crowd continues cheering]

I picked it out myself.

[alarm beeps]

This is from me.

[cheering]

[Jela] Oh, my God!

Oh, my... Oh, my God!

Mr. Kabaka, I can't accept this.

I just want to honor the gift you gave to me and my family.

This is a very small thing compared to that.

[Jela] Oh, my goodness!

Ohhhh! Oh... [kisses]

- Oh, my...! - [chuckles]

I mean, look at this!

[Jela] Are you kidding me?

You said she was a Jindo.

I thought she could keep you company.

Thank you.

["Home We'll Go" playing]

# Don't let your head hang low #

# You've seen the darkest skies I know #

# Let your heart run, child Like horses in the wild #

# So take my hand and home we'll go #

Ow!

- Sorry. - Just kidding.

# Feeling warm as a burning coal #

# Let your soul shine bright Like diamonds in the sky #

- Perfect. - Yeah?

- [song fades] - [distant music playing]

Can you hear the music?

Yeah...

[songs mixing, distant]

It sounds like a radio that keeps changing stations.

I know.

Mmm.

We did agree that I shouldn't visit unless it was an emergency.

This is more than an emergency.

We shared our first breath.

Now it's time to celebrate that breath... together.

["Home We'll Go" fades back up]

[party favor squeaks]

[cheering]

[all] Whoo!

[all cheering]

# Home we'll go #

# Home we'll go #

# Home we'll go #

# Home we'll go #

[slow Latin dance music playing]

- It is my birthday! - [man laughs] Lito!

[people cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

My friends.

Tonight, we're gonna dance.

["Huff+Puff" playing]

# La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la #

- # Have a good time # - # Ready to just go #

# You gotta give me something And I'll give you something back #

# La, la, la, la La, la, la, la #

# We're gonna huff and puff and blow the house down... #

# Oh, so nice, play it twice #

- # Twice, twice, twice, twice... # - ["Get Your Hands Up" fades in]

# Get your, get your hands up #

- # Get your, get your hands up # - Hey.

Can I play with you?

Anything is possible in Positano. Yeah, go ahead.

# Get your, get your, get your Get your hands up #

[yelling]

[music fades]

[sighs]

- That was fun. - It was.

I don't know why I'm here.

I think we all know how this works by now.

Do we?

It works very inconsistently for me.

That is a beautiful necklace.

I, um...

Rajan threw me a beautiful party.

And tonight, uh...

[stammers]

Tonight, we're going to...

Have sex.

[chuckles] Uh...

Yeah.

When I'm in the ring...

there are times when my body moves without me telling it to.

It moves without me thinking, "I should do this, I shouldn't do that."

It moves in harmony to the moment.

The first time something like that happened, I was 17.

I was invited to a major tournament.

My final opponent was a boy named Woojin.

[crowd cheering]

He was a smart and skilled fighter.

But my father was in the audience.

I believed if I won, my father would let me compete in the Nationals.

[crowd cheers]

But it had the opposite effect.

After the fight, my father forbade me from ever fighting again.

You are the best fighter I have ever fought in my life.

It was an honor to be in the ring with you.

I learned more about myself and about Woojin in that locker room

than if I had fought him a hundred times.

We exist... because of sex.

It's not something to be afraid of.

It's something to honor.

To enjoy.

["I'd Love to Change the World" playing]

# Everywhere is freaks and hairies #

# Dykes and fairies #

# Tell me where is sanity #

# Tax the rich, feed the poor #

# Till there are no rich no more #

# I'd love to #

# But I don't know what to do #

# So I'll leave it up to you #

# Oh #

# But I don't know what to do #

# But I don't know what to do #

# Oh #

# But I don't know what to do #

# Whoa #

# Oh, oh-oh-oh #

# But I don't know what to do #

# So I'll leave it up to you #

# But I don't know what to do #

- [dance music playing] - [indistinct chatter]

- Is that you? - Yeah.

What are you drinking?

Champagne.

- Perfect. - Why?

- It's my birthday. - Oh, lucky me.

Let's go.

[whispers] Looks good.

Yeah, okay.

[whistling indistinctly]

[woman crying out]

Oh, my God!

Hi.

What are you doing?

You just appeared. I figured you wanted it.

Of course I want it! Give it to me!

[both moaning]

No, this is immoral.

- [door slams] - What?

[woman moans loudly]

[Rajan continues whistling]

My wife!

There aren't words that could make me happier.

- Make love to me. - Except for those.

- Okay. - Okay.

No.

No!

- That was you. You did this. - You did too!

- Did what? - Never mind.

- I'm not going to watch this. - Well, maybe you should.

- Uh, should what? - Be quiet.

- I'm silent. - Enjoy yourself, Mrs. Rasal.

Oh, I intend to!

[woman moaning loudly]

Can you please be more respectful?

[shrieks] Yes! Yes! Slap it!

- She likes it. - Oh, I do! I do!

I can hear you.

Stop listening.

[loud moaning]

Kala.

- I can't. I can't. - What?

Kala! Oh, no! Oh!

- [shouts, groaning] - Oh, my God! What happened?

- [panting] - What happened, baby?

- What happened? - I think it snapped! I think it snapped!

Oh, my God!

Oh, it's broken! [Groaning]

- I'll call the ambulance! Just hold on! - [moaning]

[woman] I mean, all we have is an image problem on our hands, Lito.

What matters most is everybody understands that

that disgraceful picture is a violation of your privacy.

No one can prove it's even real. It's obviously doctored, that picture.

[man] The reprobate who posted it online is going to regret it.

We will sue him to high heaven and then back to hell.

Gonna teach this country you don't question the manhood of their heroes.

Capiche?

[Lito sighs]

[stammers] I'm...

I love you guys.

You've been very good to me.

But I can't live a lie anymore.

You can't what? Is that a line from a movie?

You're an actor. You get paid to live lies. Come on.

The audience is not legally entitled to truth.

This is who I am.

Okay? And I... I don't want to deny it.

I'm gay.

I'm gay.

Okay. We get it.

- But there will be consequences. - Legal consequences.

Career consequences.

Fuck consequences.

Fuck consequences.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno, doctor.

So, how are you doing?

Much better.

Well, you've dodged a bullet, eh? [chuckles]

I don't see this often, I have to say.

A phantom fracture.

"Phantom"?

Yes. It's good news.

Rupture of the superficial dorsal vein. Not a true fracture.

A sprain is all.

A bit of rest and you'll be out and able to enjoy your vacation.

Honeymoon. We're here on our honeymoon.

Oh. [Chuckles]

Well, it could have been far worse, huh?

Count your blessings. Hopefully we will have no complications.

Comp... Complications?

Yes. Penile problems.

Oh, my Ganesha.

Painful intercourse, painful erection, erectile dysfunction.

But it's looking good. I'm not expecting any problems.

Is there anything I can do to aid the recovery?

Well, your husband needs love.

You're just married. Love cures all ills.

Well, most.

Well, some. [Chuckles]

Good luck, hmm?

- Thank you, doctor. - Have a good day.

You'll be fine. Don't worry, I think everything will be fine.

[moans]

- Are you okay? - [stammers] Please don't.

Your love causes pain.

Sugar?

Why are you here, Auntie?

I don't know everything that happened in your past,

but I'm aware my husband made his choices.

And you made him pay for them.

So are you here to forgive me or make me pay?

One day I suspect you will pay a price for your choices,

as my husband and his son paid for theirs.

But, rest assured,

the finger on the trigger will not be mine.

As you know, over 20 years, your Uncle Sergei amassed a portfolio

of business and property interests throughout East Berlin.

I've come equipped with a...

a map of the city, if I may?

Berlin is presently divided into four major territories.

I call them "kingdoms." Nice dynastic ring to it, no?

The kingdom of the west, run by Volker Bohm, I've marked in blue.

To the south, dominated by Khalil Dogan, is in yellow.

Sebastian Fuchs controls the north.

And your late uncle's kingdom is red.

As a consequence of, uh... recent events, the east is without leadership,

a situation that will not last much longer.

Am I supposed to care?

By killing your uncle, you didn't just out-Hamlet Hamlet.

You might have pitched the city into a war.

But I am in negotiation with Volker and the other kings.

I believe it is not too late. You can still stop the war from happening.

How?

By coming home.

Your presence will calm everything.

It will forestall more unnecessary bloodshed.

Why?

Because to me, to him, to anyone who understands this map...

you are still a Bogdanow.

[sighs]

Thanks for the tea.

- He found you, Will. - [gasps]

This is how Angelica wasted the end of her life.

Is that your plan?

Killing yourself with a needle in some abandoned squat in Iceland?

[Will chuckles softly]

Oh, no. It's not that easy.

You have no idea where we are.

We could be anywhere.

I could care less where you are, Will.

What I care about is how you are.

Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?

You want to help me... Milton?

Just tell me where you are.

Well, I'm right here, Will.

Same place we are.

Nowhere.

There are standard procedures for bringing in a new sensate.

You're a cop, Will. You understand procedure.

I do.

I've been on that side of the table.

I know what you wanna do. You want to keep me talking long enough...

hoping I'll reveal something about where we might be.

I could do the same...

hoping you might tell us something about your beautiful wife.

I'm not wearing a ring, Will.

No.

But you are wearing a tan line,

meaning you removed it before you walked in here

and that you had a holiday recently.

And being someone who knows something about these kind of organizations,

I would bet you were asked to take a voluntary leave

after you fucked up in Iceland.

Huh?

You're making a choice, Will.

A choice that will have consequences that will affect not just you.

The pain will be felt by everyone you are connected to.

Your partner, your friends on the force...

your father.

And of course... Ms. Gunnardottir.

Are you ready for that?

[gasps] Is it him?

You need a shot?

She reminds me of Angelica.

Beautiful creatures that you know are too fragile for this world.

When Angelica put the gun in her mouth, I wondered...

what was the thought that finally made her pull the trigger?

If Riley comes to the same end...

do you think her last thought will be of you... or of me?

Angelica couldn't bear the weight of her choices.

Do you really think you're any different?

I was thinking about my mom.

Remember her?

There was this one night... he was gone drinking and we were alone.

She told me...

that she had a secret inside of her.

That I was once a secret.

And that secrets are better than love, because they kept people together.

Your mother was crazy as cat shit.

You're awake?

If I had to hear one more of your confessions, I was going to kill myself.

Ow!

- Sorry! - [groans]

Oh, fuck. I missed you so much, brother.

- I need a beer. - Okay.

[both laughing]

[disco music playing]

[shrill whistling]

[Jela speaks Swahili]

[in English Last stop! Everybody out! Downtown Nairobi.

Everybody out! Everybody out! Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster!

[chattering in Swahili]

[in English] Faster, faster, faster, faster!

- Not bad, partner. Not bad. [Chuckles] - Mmm!

- Hey! Hello. - Yes?

- Mwisho. End of the road. - This is the end of our route.

- We know. - What are you doing then?

- Waiting for you to go back. - Go...

- Why? - I had told my friend

I was afraid to quit my job.

And then I rode your bus, and I am no longer afraid.

- Yeah? No. - Is this a joke?

- No, I swear. - It is no joke.

We heard how the spirit of Jean-Claude guided you and protected you.

And helped you kick the ass of Superpower.

And now we're hoping the spirit of Jean-Claude can help us.

[both laughing]

[whistles, speaks in Swahili]

[indistinct chatter]

And we can take care of that. Can you take care of that?

- What? [Laughing] - [keypad beeps]

[beeping]

- [buzzing] - [Hernando] Everything okay?

Code's not working.

Hello, Lito!

Mr. Sicaro! Good morning! My door code isn't working.

We had it changed.

Had it changed?

We sent a letter.

- Where? - Your apartment.

But how am I supposed to get a letter if I cannot get into my apartment?

I'm sorry, Lito. Have a nice day! Bye!

- Mr... - [buzzing]

What happened?

- He's not answering. - Call him again. He has to answer.

I'm calling him! He's not answering!

No, call him again! Call him again. He has to answer. He works there.

- Call him again, please. - [buzzing]

- He was the nice one. - He was the nice guy. He was.

[hitting buzzer continuously]

- You said he was the nice one. - He was the nice guy.

- This is not right. - Lito, wait. Lito...

- What are you gonna do? - Please.

- Give me some space. Please. - What are you gonna do?

- No! Wait, Lito! - Wait! Lito!

- [groans] - Lito! Hey!

- Are you okay? - I'm all right!

Give me that.

No, Lito! Lito, what are you... What are you gonna do?

[gasps]

- [keypad beeps] - [door buzzes open]

[Daniela laughs]

Holy shit, Lito!

Where did you learn how to do that?

I was a burglar.

In The Devil Died at Dawn.

Also an assassin.

And a toreador. I remember.

You were great.

Oh, you're my hero!

[sighs]

- Good to see you. - You, too.

Rajan?

Rajan?

There you are.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Did the doctor have some bad news?

No, he gave me a clean bill of health.

But this is good news.

You know, those are the siren islands.

I always thought the myth was about Odysseus or the sailors.

No one writes much about the sirens.

About why they sing, what they want.

Rajan...

are you going to tell me why the bags are packed?

It's big, but...

What's wrong, baby?

Ay...

They can't just do this. They can't just take our stuff.

This is Mexico.

The sad truth is I've seen worse.

[Hernando] "Due to violations of Tenant Occupancy"

as well as proven instances of grave moral turpitude

and in accordance to the Condominium Association's bylaws, Articles 69 and 70,

the Owners' Council has unanimously decided to cancel the lease.

"Eviction procedures to be initiated immediately."

- [Hernando exhales] - [Rajan sighs]

Whenever I wanted something, I focused everything on that goal...

usually refusing to hear or see anything but what I wanted.

And I've never wanted anything like I wanted you.

I've been so blind that I couldn't see the most obvious thing:

That how I felt about you was not the same as how you felt about me.

That's...

But if I'm anything, I'm optimistic.

Which made me realize that it's not too late

for either of us to come to a quick decision to...

Rajan, please, don't say anything more.

Right now, let us not make any decisions.

Whatever happens tomorrow, we will let the fates decide.

But what happens right now...

what happens for the rest of this night...

please...

let me decide.

- Teagan emailed. - Your sister?

- She's getting married. - That's great!

She wants me to be her maid of honor.

Aww! That's beautiful!

Except that I'm a fugitive and even if I did try to go,

my own parents would probably be the first ones to turn me in.

That's true.

- [four quick knocks] - The signal!

This room is occupied by Maria but she's at work.

Tartine. But, uh... no thank you.

Watch her.

What's up?

[whispers] I knew it was fucking Bent-Dick.

Excuse me.

[drawer rattles]

This is a fugitive warrant for Nomi Marks.

We have solid information that she and her girlfriend

are currently residing in this shelter.

I haven't seen Nomi for months.

Either you tell me where they are or I head straight downtown

and I talk to every grant office, every politician I can,

to shut this place down.

They are not here.

[door closes]

[sighs]

I wanted to come back first thing...

because if I didn't...

I knew I would never walk through that door again.

[soft chuckle]

I've been thinking a lot about that day.

I said it was our revolution.

I forgot in revolutions people get shot.

I'm not you, Wolfie.

I'm not Conan.

[scoffs]

I'm just a sidekick.

From Wuppertal.

What are you talking about? Huh?

Maybe it's time to go home.

Find a nice girl, settle down.