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Nathan!

- How is it, old friend? - Just fine, Mr Knighton.

- You look like death itself. - I just got out of bed and I'm still cold.

What am I doing here at eight o'clock on a Sunday morning?

If you take a look at the movie -

- so you see that two days ago a facility in Odessa was attacked.

Twenty guards were killed outright.

I want you to return what was stolen.

Find out who is selling, who wants to buy...

- And what they have taken. - Don't we know, sir?

No, that is the mystery.

But our intelligence is reporting a lot of interest in the wrong kind of circles.

And since the price tag is ten billion -

- we have every reason to dispel the mystery.

It has been named 'The Tool'.

Why not bring in the intelligence services?

Ruse de guerre, Nathan. Unorthodox warfare.

It takes a cunning, unconventional strategist to defeat this nameless threat.

A bicycle courier in rush hour traffic.

Our official agents have to tick off all kinds of red tape - and the clock is ticking.

- Well, who will lead the team? - The one who always does: Orson Fortune.

Damn! He is an administrative nightmare.

Require private jet for his claustrophobia, vintage wines for his agoraphobia -

- and rehabilitation in the Maldives for some other damn made-up phobia!

Yeah, but when you let part of his grant go to a mental health department -

- you created a perfect storm. He is trained in exploiting systems.

That is precisely why he is the bike messenger you are looking for.

- Where is he? - Funny enough on a rehabilitation stay.

Yes, you foot the bill, sir, but I can certainly bring him in.

- What the hell are you doing here? - All good?

No. I will be on holiday now and you will be 600 miles away.

More like 500 miles - there.

- Do you mind if I get on? - You can give a fuck about that.

- Aren't you going to ask what I'm doing here? - No, because you're about to leave.

It is important.

I don't care. I'm free and have no plans to work.

Indeed, possessing your brilliant talent has its price.

And don't get me wrong now -

- but for being an independent consultant, you are paid generously by the state.

I pretend you're not here. Go home.

I'm going to meet my girlfriend... at the bar.

Your girlfriend, well... She's certainly not just your girlfriend.

- Calm down, we'll give her a comfortable journey home. - Have you been spying on me?

Yes, you may excuse me, but a rather nasty thing has been stolen.

How nasty?

Under file A you will find file B, or the list of unscrupulous buyers.

It will be your job to find out what has been stolen.

But we have to prevent it from ending up on the open market.

- It is urgent. - How fast?

Worrying rush. Once in place, it's full speed.

The plane is waiting, a BBJ, this year's model.

Like your medical needs: 1982, 1996, 2004…

You can think about it, I'll see you in two minutes.

Then, Orson leads the team.

- And John, the liaison guy? - Unfortunately not.

- Isn't he the best? - Maybe, but he's also a slippery snake.

- He went over to Mike Hook's team. - Oh, the competitor.

Exactly, and speaking of that, we don't have to go against Mike here, do we?

The state has more than one security department. Mike is out on another mission.

Excellent, sir.

Good afternoon, Lucinda.

- I almost got worried. - I needed to change.

Captain, can we start the engines?

- An? - It keeps its shape.

- Wasn't it my medicine? - Yeah.

Thirsty? Party in all solitude, as usual?

- Will it be the usual gang? - No, John went on.

- Where then? - Where! Nevermind.

It's not the same thing. I trust John, he is a professional.

- Did anyone pay more? - Yes.

- If I asked, would you pay more? - You can ask... No.

You are above such lousy greed. You are a patriot.

Besides, no one has it as good as you.

By 'you' you are obviously referring to yourself.

- Who will I work with? - I have a perfect replacement.

- What's his name? -Sarah Fidel.

Good nom de guerre. Never heard of him.

- She's American. - She...

Lucinda, will you bring out the 2004?

Jo...

I'll have a beer.

I have an extraordinary replacement. American, more versatile and more creative.

-Sarah Fidel. - She worked with Mike right?

True to form, he abandoned her in Beirut - where I recruited her.

- Some more? - Yes, this young man.

JJ Davies. Mastering most things.

Vehicles, free diving, kicks, punches. Rubbed.

Two fully braided recruits. Perfect.

- JJ? What is he doing here? - He is with us now.

A good guy, but a bit inexperienced, eh?

He's been busy lately.

He is what we usually call 'enthusiastic', 'hungry', 'eager'.

Watch out, because he bites.

- JJ. - Sir.

Mr. Fortune, this is Miss Fidel.

- Miss Fidel. - Your Highness.

- So you had to take over John's bullshit? - No toilet references there, I hope.

Please don't pick on me. I've given up on that.

John was without personality. I liked John.

Call her John if it feels better.

- He was reliable. - Not particularly.

- He was recruited by my old team. - Old team?

The other private security firm that your government has a good eye for.

Did you work for Mike? The competitor?

You may dislike Mike, but he's good.

So what do we know?

A courier soon lands with a hard drive. We need to find out where he's going.

I coordinate and set the music.

I take care of the turntables and you take care of the dancing. Do you like to dance?

- I like John. - We can send him flowers.

- Do you see something? - I'm connecting here.

Do you hear?

Do you even know anything about computers?

It's probably no problem, if you just say where to put it on.

Nathan, we've been standing here for three hours now. If she messes up, it's your responsibility.

I trust her.

We had a three-hour window, so he had to show up soon.

The fact is...

- He's here now. - About time.

There in the crocodile we have the hard drive, but what it contains... we don't know.

And Orson, he's a retired teacher, not a black belt from Mogadishu.

- I'm not going to scare him to death. - Just find out who the recipient is.

What does he look like?

Hat, glasses, briefcase in crocodile skin. You should see him... now.

He gets a text message now: 'The car is late.' Do you see him, weirdo?

I send him to Luigi's coffee shop.

- How do you know it's him? - You dance to my music.

- Jane, he's heading your way. - I'm there.

Take the second staircase.

- He's walking past me now. - Take over.

You sit there. Jane?

Jane?

- Join now. - Orson, Jane is not answering.

- JJ, keep the windows open and hands free. - The windows are open and the hands are free.

Marcia, you can take over. Shoot him back at the bar.

- Confirm when the transmitter is in place. - On the way now.

- Why do I have a premonition? - So do I.

Marcia, confirm.

Marcia, Marcia! Confirm that the transmitter is in place.

- We don't seem to be the only team here. - Impossible. I had known that.

Weird. Either the connection is messed up or someone is... very sharp.

And it's rarely the connection. Who can do something like that?

John. John can do that kind of thing.

Nathan, what the hell are they doing here?

If John the rat is here, so is Mike the model frog. Wait.

- Nathan. - Mike isn't on another mission, is he?

Or is his team in Madrid a coincidence?

In that case, it is not on our initiative.

Even ministries are pitted against each other. 'Free competition for free conditions.'

Mike has only two talents: To suck at what he does and to suck at himself.

Confirmed. Mike is here to shadow the crocodile.

Mike is too buff to shadow anyone. They intend to pick him up.

We are live again.

JJ, new strategy. Don't go in, go out. Output F, pliers.

Roger.

- You have two behind you. - Understood.

Don't tell me they used stun guns on the girls.

Yes.

Hear that music now.

- Count me in. - Three, two, one...

Andas in...

He is heading for the exit. Two men follow.

On the way out now.

Gracias.

He walks towards a taxi. 49502. - Nathan, we need you.

- JJ, position? - Coming out via the east entrance.

- Señor? Hola, señor. - No, I can't come with you.

Two more in the car.

Excuse me, señor.

My heart, my heart...

JJ, you drive.

What's with him?

- He says something about the heat. - Ease the tie knot.

- Not very warm... - He has heart problems.

We have two after us.

The disk is encrypted but I can copy it from here.

They block the road.

They are threatening to kill my wife!

Lock the doors, JJ.

About a dozen. Armed.

Get out of the car!

I need 20 more seconds.

They don't know what I look like.

Go to Duchess. Table twelve, six o'clock. Save my wife!

Four...

three... two...

Open!

Sure!

We need a shovel.

- Nathan. - Mike.

So kind of you to knock first.

- Orson. - Mike.

That one probably belongs to me.

- What has he done with him? - You scared the life out of him.

It is unharmed, sir.

It is mouse number two who gets the cheese.

We're going!

We cannot access the hard drive without the encryption key -

- so our best option is to find out who the buyer is.

No one of interest has appeared in the last 40 minutes.

The person you are going to meet is already there.

Now then... Nathan, it says here that you're lousy at dialects, so shut up.

Bakker?

Is this mine?

Good evening.

Hit. Ben Harris.

Ben Harris... Greg Simmonds' attorney and advisor.

- Who is Greg Simmonds? - Billionaire and arms dealer.

Handguns to toddlers and helicopter gunships to terrorists.

Impossible to catch. Shy type.

That Ben Harris shows up in person says something about how big it is.

We might have something here. Greg is holding a charity event in Cannes.

It fits well, because we are also going there.

- Passionate about helping orphans... - He has a clear conscience.

We land in LA in less than four hours.

THE?

When I tied the knot before, we were on our way to the south of France.

Anyone care to explain why we're on our way to Los Angeles?

- The underdog of the despised. - Excuse me?

A step back to move forward. We will pick up our invitation in LA.

- Namely? - Danny Francesco.

Danny Francesco? The movie star?

God damnit! I do the stunts, you film!

Can you come to life?! - Chad, get out of the car bastard.

Greg Simmonds favorit Danny Francesco.

How does it help us?

No ordinary baits work here. Greg dreams of what he can't have.

He can buy everything, except for Danny Francesco -

- who turned down ten million dollars to jump out of his birthday cake.

He is obsessed with celebrities, and even more obsessed with their respective ones.

Sarah takes on the role of Danny's girlfriend.

The fish that cannot be caught. It despised its disadvantage.

And how do we get the movie star to change his mind?

- I think we have something here... - Blackmail?

- Yes, blackmail. - Hm, cunning...

Excellent. Continue.

I dug up some dirt on film producer Saul Goldstein -

- so he's tricked Danny into Vegas with the pretense of a five-film deal.

But now that Greg has his charity thing, you ask Francesco to come with us instead.

So resourceful of you. Do we have a hold on Danny Francesco?

He has an affair with his sister-in-law.

I told you she's skilled.

I'll take this.

So bastards... Swedish?

You are just too much. Saul, you are a brilliant producer…

You're a bit of an ass, but brilliant. Everyone wants to work with you - including me.

But Swedish accent, Saul? I'm American!

Hi, Natasha. You are not needed today.

- Not that? - You know how it is sometimes.

I understand, Danny. But we want you to do it for our sake.

For us? Are you speaking in the royal plural now?

- I mean... you have to. - Must?

Not to argue with you, Saul, but I don't have to do anything.

Not to argue with you, Danny, but we all have to do our part.

Sorry, but aren't you here to serve coffee?

Why does it suddenly feel like it's you against me?

- Who are you? - Your new manager.

Sorry, mate. They have a hold on me too.

Okay, Saul, where are you going?

I'll let you meet your manager. It's going to be fine, Danny.

- Saul! Saul, where are you... - See you!

- Saul, you would just dare... - Natasha!

Where is Natasha?

Who let this man on board?

Natasha!

- This is my plan! - Yep, Danny. A very fancy plan.

But trust me now - for two minutes.

- Why? - You are a movie star. A pro.

Imagine that we are rehearsing a scene. So be good... and settle down.

- Are you a patriot? - I'm not a Republican.

Okay, if I say this then:

The world needs you in the most important role of your life.

You and I are going to a party.

- Who are you?! - Your manager. Charlie Rosewood.

And Vegas is cancelled. You and I are going to Cannes.

No, you must get off my plane. Natasha will see to that.

- Natasha?!

- What the hell have you done with Natasha?! - Please, calm down.

We have a delicate and precarious situation between you and your sister-in-law here.

Which you probably shouldn't have filmed.

- I actually love my sister-in-law... - Yes, Danny. It is clear.

They worship you, Danny. They got in touch as soon as they heard you were in town.

No, stay.

- I can't handle this. No... - Danny, you have to believe in yourself.

- You do not need to worry. - Not? They are murderers.

- We've seen you deal with killers on film. - Basically, this is the same thing.

What do agents do? They pretend to be someone. And no one is better at it than you.

The best agents are stars, the best actors are movie stars.

Jo...

- You are an actor - show it. - Being a movie star is something completely different.

- And that's why they're so obsessed with you. - Right.

Therefore - and because I said no to jumping out of a cake.

Okay. And while I play my part, what are you two up to?

We need to get close to Greg Simmonds and connect to his cell phone.

Okay, I'm ready. Here we go.

COLLECTION FOR THE BENEFIT OF WAR ORPHANS

We are on site.

Good. Remember: you should not buy anything.

I hardly need to remind you -

- that you spent the entire annual budget on wine during the flight here.

So put down the wine, focus on Greg's cell phone and find out who the buyer is.

Roger. - Danny, everything okay?

Good? Are you kidding me?

- You're a pro. You play yourself. - But I've never played myself...

- You can do it. - Danny.

Item number 4, a pair of diamond and sapphire earrings -

- which was called in by Jonathan Mendes for $258,000.

He was diagnosed with…

- What is the name of that funny cancer? - Is there a funny cancer?

Now I don't remember the name, but like cock cancer, and he...

- Can someone pinch me? - Pinch you?

I think I'm dreaming. Is that...

Is that Danny Francesco? Now I'm still getting a little excited...

- I like Danny Francesco. - Everyone likes Danny Francesco.

I'm getting a little starstruck. Embarrassing, but I will be.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Hello.

Danny, do you like this?

Fancy.

Spending on 'mental illness' is one thing, bankrupting the department is another.

What is he doing here? Are you behind this, Benjamin?

Innocent, Mr. Simmonds.

- Was it you two? - A surprise, sir.

How much is that fancy necklace?

Item number 15, $1.5 million.

Number 15, from the Habsburg collection.

- Do you like it? - Very nice. - 1.5 million?

What Danny buys he pays for himself.

- He likes it. - You should only dare, Orson...

- I will take it. - Orson!

- Unfortunately, it is no longer for sale. - Such a shame.

No, because it's yours now.

A gift from Mr Simmonds. He is a big fan.

Mr. Danny Francesco...

Have you seen...

- In person. The legend! - You are too friendly.

No, I'm Greg Simmonds and I want to thank you -

- for all the entertainment you have offered over the years.

It is a very nice gesture, but I cannot accept it.

Yes, and for two reasons:

Firstly, you deserve it, secondly, we are dedicated to charity.

Speaking of which, may I introduce... Trent and Arnold.

Both are in the biotech industry and you can forgive me, but...

22 billion, 17 billion.

Sorry, guys, but it's a fact. And they are tonight's sponsors.

- Hello. - Big fan.

Thanks. A good thing this.

Yes, we do our best. Orphans, war...

That's right, let me introduce the delightful Michaela.

- A colossal pleasure... - The pleasure is entirely on my side.

Can I just say... Can you say that today?

Ouch... Ouch. Oh

- Hello, what's your name? - Charlie Rosewood.

- Waiter, Charlie. - My manager Charlie Rosewood.

Is it safe?

You don't look like a manager.

- Books and their covers, you know... - A really cool book, then.

- He has doubled my value in three years. - Are you saying that? - Do you have any tips?

- You probably don't need any tips, Mr. Simmonds. - You would only know how greedy I am.

Let's hope you're wearing your spending pants tonight.

It's not tax deductible, so... No. And Danny here dislikes kids.

Oh...

You know, we've got two war kids here tonight and they're actually shitty.

Now I don't want to be pretentious, but we have many exciting guests...

Emilia, will you take that, sweetheart.

I would like to introduce you to them.

- Mr. Simmonds, I'm quite shy... - Danny, it's the least you can do.

Mr. Simmonds just spent 1.5 million for you.

No, if we're going to be correct, it was with Michaela in mind.

Listen, shouldn't we ask the bartender to conjure up something stiff?

You usually ask me to do that. But maybe not in the bar.

I can't have heard right. I pretend I didn't hear that.

Now we go to the bar. And you need to wash your mouth with soap.

I grabbed the cock and said: 'Say about that if you want to eat shit.'

At the same time, I felt a lump down there.

Two days later he was diagnosed with testicular cancer.

A year later he won his first Tour de France title.

That was good! He's funny - and quite dirty too.

And...

Tell me more.

- How are we going to access the phone? - The bodyguard still has it. Find her.

- A job for foot soldiers. - Seriously? Why can't you do that?

You wanted more tangible information. Roll up your sleeves a little.

Order more drinks now! He cost me a fortune.

Look! Pure witchcraft! So yes, do some tricks now.

- I'll order, and you can powder your nose. - Thanks so much.

It's just about training.

And what are you going to do, Charlie Rosewood?

The waiter behind you was at the airport in Madrid.

- Nathan, Mike is back. - Focus on Greg, I'll take Mike.

- Do your thing, and I'll do mine. - Sure, weirdo.

Come on, some more. I like the cheeky stories more.

You will like this one…

Item number 6 from the Delémont collection is a unique ring with a blue sapphire...

- Where? - She is near his office.

- Thanks I know. Where is it? - Straight ahead, then left.

Stay close to the mobile phone so I have time to connect.

Good evening, Nathan. Are you here stirring everything up again?

Mike, nobody likes you. Not even your wife.

At least that's what she said when she got off my hairy chest.

One day you will realize that I have more money, more men and am better informed.

- You have no chance. - No chance in what?

She whispered that you have an oppressively small penis -

- and I know how small a brain you have. Am I really the one who should be worried?

Are you still running operations from the garage?

Better that than needing surgery.

We're way ahead of you, Nathan. Dribbled away as always.

You'll learn to screw everything up in the usual order, Mike. Stay out of the way.

Be a good little bug now...

- Okay, and now? - Stay there.

Emilia is in the next room. I can connect from here.

Back towards the door.

If I reverse more, the butt goes right through.

- JJ, who is this? - One moment, I'm helping Sarah now.

- Hurry up, I'm behind him. - We are connected.

Can I help you?

Hello. I admired the painting.

- Excuse me, but who are you? - Michaela.

I'm here with Danny Francesco.

Right. I saw you before.

Greg told me about the painting and he knows I love art, so…

- I am the one who takes care of his collection. - Stop it!

- This is actually a genuine Rhed. - Oh... Rhed with H.

You know this. Hardly general education.

- Do you work with art? - No, it's just a great interest.

A couple more minutes... Keep talking.

I am fascinated by the philosophical motivations of collectors.

- Are we going into deep water now? - I don't know, do we?

Orson, he is pure terror.

Vincent Young, former elite soldier. Kicks well and hits even better.

Skip the biography, the name is enough. Turn off his com radio now.

Good evening, sir. Vincent, right?

- Vincent, do I hear Orson? - How can I help you?

Calm down, Mike can't hear this.

Listen and enjoy, Mike.

Vincent? Vincent!

- Komradio knocked out. - Who is Mike?

We can play that game if you want -

- but one way or another you have to swim ashore.

Vincent!

Continue.

I am interested in the paradox of the dualistic drive.

He will try to bribe you!

The only question is whether you will do it with a broken nose…

or with his face intact and this watch on his wrist.

The canvas should be a portal to the abstract, transcendental life -

- which gives the creative expression a kind of intrinsic value.

Mike?

Fuck you, Orson!

Can you hear me?

Where is the paradox?

It lies in the fact that there is beauty... in the dirt.

- What else do you have to offer? - Good question.

I appreciate people with a strong drive for self-preservation.

But there are limits.

Why didn't the watch arrive?

The most beautiful roses grow where it stinks the worst.

Am I being analyzed here?

Not me.

But I have no idea how reliable my theory is.

Do you have one for me too?

Vincent, I'll give you another chance... while your nose is still straight.

Which hand?

Left or right?

It was the right hand. I think I'll take the watch back.

- Hey guys! - Good. End.

The rich like to flaunt their wealth.

- I'm going back now. - Thanks for the chat.

- What was your name, did you say? - Michaela.

- Have a great time tonight. - The same.

What happens next?

- Next movie role? - Yes.

I will play an enigmatic billionaire -

- which makes a transcendental journey from material genius to spiritual light.

But it's weird...

It was me you described now.

Now I got an idea, Danny. Why not hang out with me...

and chisel out the character and stuff like that?

- Charlie? - Michaela. Did it go well?

Of course. Self?

Yes, I'll be right back.

Then I save the movie star for so long.

Good luck, Vincent.

Michaela, your boyfriend wants to use me as inspiration for his next film.

So here's an idea: How about a trip to my Turkish villa this weekend?

So Danny can get some guidance.

Take after me, you know. Do what I do. Now what do I do... What do I do?

- We will soon find out. - Hey guys!

- Could it be something? - I have a bit going on...

But I can certainly rearrange the schedule.

You have a lot going on, Michaela, but now we talked about the weekend.

- Greg, how's the situation? - You've seen the baby!

Hello och za zdorovje.

We have been waiting to be introduced to Danny Francesco.

Of course. Danny, this is my close friend Aleksander.

And then Natalja, Big Jev, the always sullen Katja -

- and then the slightly creepy Dmitri.

I'm a big fan. Do you mind if we...?

- Is it selfie day? - Take it easy now.

- Well, drive then. - Danny?

This is going to be good. Okay, you can crowd a little more...

They're like piranhas, aren't they? Talk about hacking.

- No, wait, we're not done yet. - Okay...

He is soon just a skeleton.

Watch your hands there, Dmitry.

Why are you looking at me like that, Greg?

I think you all know that.

You know I'm busy.

Yes, and I have full respect for that. But if I can just sprinkle in a little flattery...

Danny is a famous actor, and it's most impressive -

- but actors work for someone, don't they?

And I get the feeling that you're the type who doesn't like to do what others say.

Wait, hush, I'm not done. I think you are... a free spirit.

- I don't really know what that means. - Really fun...

You know when you played that asinine villain…

Listen...

The world... is much bigger than you can ever imagine.

Let me show you.

- Michaela. - Waiter, Charlie.

Does the star need rescuing? - Danny, shall we...?

Michaela, think about what I said.

Your manager is here to save you!

Yeah, I better save him before it's just bones left.

- Give me your hand. - No, Danny!

- Gonight! Gonight! - No stop, Danny!

We love you, Danny!

- I love you! - Check out the pictures.

Dmitry, your tongue is hanging out and you have your hand on his cock!

Danny, good job.

Yes, apparently we're going away with Greggy over the weekend.

You have to stop this.

I don't know if that was the best or worst thing I've been through.

But Danny Francesco as Danny Francesco... That's how I intend to work in the future.

Congratulations on a job well done. Briefing tomorrow at 07.00.

Good work.

- Now, Greg... - Now, Aleksander.

With the discount included in the price, so we land at ten billion dollars...

- do we agree. - Fantastic!

Who is buying?

I can't say that.

I must guard every link in the chain.

So I protect them, yes, but I also protect you.

So now I tell them you are satisfied and happy -

- then they will be satisfied and happy, and then we will all be satisfied and happy.

- We should celebrate! - You're right about that!

Emily! Do you take out such an idiot expensive bottle of vodka.

With a diamond cork, you know. - You will like it.

Try to communicate with each other! Someone is feeding Mike inside information.

It doesn't look like Mike works for this government.

I need more time to find out what state he works for.

Until then... tell us what you know.

So far we've only been able to confirm that they're selling something for $10 billion.

- Greg Simmonds acts as an intermediary. - And who is the buyer?

It's still a mystery, but not for much longer.

Orson is right.

Greg has a penchant for snitching on girlfriends, especially from movie stars.

Accept his invitation, then.

- That would be a vulnerable position. - I've dealt with worse than Greg.

- Exposed? - There are no easy escape routes.

- The scene won't last all the way. - He can handle it.

What did you find out about Trent and Arnold?

They buy a lot of gold, but we don't know much more than that.

At least we have the Ukrainian connection.

Greg is fire and flames over the sale.

I know where they live, but their computers cannot be accessed easily.

Alternative?

The fastest thing would be to install software in them.

- To break in, you mean? - Yes, that would be the most efficient way.

- Something for you, then. - Didn't I belong to the infantry?

- Nix, you're tech-savvy. - And you are the muscles, right?

- Problem? I can do it. - No, JJ. I do it.

- I can penetrate the Ukrainians. - You take them out for dinner first, right?

Before you penetrate them, that is.

Sex...

The wall completed. Nice work.

Control the air conditioning...

And now they sleep like little children and won't wake up for a while.

You can enter.

The doors are opening now.

Up the stairs, the bedroom is on the left.

After installing the program, you need to make it look like a burglary.

Break some bells and pry open the safe, weirdo.

The more you take, the more believable it is.

You don't have time to watch TV, weirdo. Start.

- Have you found the laptop? - Yep.

Push the stick in and hit 'Enter'.

Now I can control everything they control. We have full access to their computer.

When you've cleaned house, retreat.

Two guards are still patrolling outside. Go out the front.

Nice work, weirdo. We will pick you up at the gate.

Do not move!

No!

- What is this? - A guard dog.

Guard. Dog.

- I'm good with dogs. - So good.

- And your pal? - He's just recovering a little.

Are you ready? I heard a gunshot.

- Any dead? - Nah, but that's hardly your merit.

- Huh? - You said the coast was clear.

- On the front, yes. - I took that route.

You know, fifty meter pools are usually in the back.

Ah...

Front, back, right, wrong...

Whatever. Should we...?

- JJ. - Good morning.

- I didn't miss anything, Sarah said. - Pure routine.

- So no one saw you? - Yes.

- Yes, no one saw you? - Yes.

- Or yes, did anyone see you? - Yes.

- Childish. - Nothing you need to worry about.

Dedicate yourself to your lactose-free rabbit food.

I found this on the Ukrainian's laptop.

The agreement appears to be in place. They have set up an escrow account.

- What do they sell? - We still don't know that.

- So we could be wrong... - Somebody's calling Greg.

- Yes? - I have the loudspeaker on.

I'm with Arnold, enjoying the view.

Are you back at Disneyland yet? Did you beam there or what?

Not too much now. I looked like a powdered praline yesterday.

Was glad we even came. Your choice of friends raises some questions.

You are not wrong in substance, but they are more acquaintances than friends.

And yes, we raised quite a bit for the war children.

Fill a room with unformed critters -

- then they soon outbid each other in pure self-aggrandizement.

Which is kind of the point, Trent?

Since when are you an angry anti-capitalist?

Yes, we are anti-capitalists. Anti other capitalists.

Hey guys, it's ringing here. - Thank you sweetheart.

Answer then.

- What was the purpose of this conversation? - We just wanted to check that everything is okay.

Of course it is. Just remember: The color is yellow, the game is called gold.

And I love you. See ya.

- Hello, Qasim? - Can you speak?

- I was just talking to Aleksander. - Is everything prepared?

I can't get any sense out of him. He's in a terrible mood.

You know how proud he is of his security, but yesterday a burglar broke in.

Put them to sleep, and emptied the house of cash and jewelry.

On the way out, he was stopped by Aleksander's guards.

Do not move!

I shoot!

Do not shoot! Don't hurt me. Here are my hands!

Two guards at hospital...

Please, not jail! I have children!

One with a broken nasal bone, three broken ribs...

He calls for mom.

And two mashed balls.

The other was shot in the foot.

You shot me in the foot!

Don't yell at mom.

I need to know this stuff!

You dropped your chopsticks and have something on your face.

- Should I worry? - We continue.

I'm waiting for confirmation, but the turkey plane takes off in 72 hours.

- Keep me informed, Qasim. - Understood.

What the hell does 'turkey planet' mean?

I have traced Qasim's phone.

The Ukrainians need help if they are going to enter a country illegally.

- Where does Qasim live? - In Antalya, Turkey.

Cluck, cluck. Turkey as in turkey, and Turkey borders Ukraine.

- The turkey plane - flying to Turkey. - Pretty far-fetched, huh?

You might think so, but now Qasim Amari is a diplomat -

- and works at the government office in Antalya. So how do I even do it?!

- Sharp brain. - Do I have a brain in here? Yep!

The modern woman... What will they come up with next?

Then we all take the turkey flight.

We shadow Qasim.

Sarah, you go with Danny as planned and find out what Greg is going to buy.

That explains why Greggy is spending the weekend in Turkey.

There is a term for when you are defeated in four moves.

- Stupid. - It wasn't four moves.

If you get out of that fox shears, I'll offer you a glass of this.

- What do we know about Qasim, JJ? - Libya with the whole world as a workplace.

Met Greg in the 00's and soon became his henchman.

Since then, he's been helping Greg lubricate contacts and bury bodies.

- Good work. Taste this. - Wine is not my thing.

- Is it 2004? - Don't you have anything else to do?

- There is a difference between wine and wine. - Don't force the poor thing.

Congratulations, Dr. Frankenstein. You have created another monster.

Nathan, you don't put fish oil in a Ferrari.

Miss Paradox... Has she got on the brain yet?

- Hello, nice to see you. - The same.

There we have them, my new besties.

Hoşgeldiniz, as we say in Turkey.

- Thanks for the private jet. - Uh, that was the little plane.

- Danny Francesco... - Nice to see you, Greg!

- I look forward to learning from the master. - I'm not a champion.

Before we do anything else, I have to show you something.

Grab a drink on the way.

- A Corniche, -75th. Not bad. - Yes, I got it from Elton.

- Wait, that looks like the car... - Yes, and do you know why?

- But that is not possible. - Yes, of course it is.

Lovingly restored with own hands.

Look, I haven't done it myself. I'm kidding. But surely it is fancy?

Check out the reaction!

- I have driven this car. - I know honey.

And he did his own stunts, Michaela. - Is that right, Danny?

- Can you still do them? - I'm a bit rusty, but sure.

Let's go! After lunch, okay?

I'm probably over it, but have fun.

Michaela, after lunch, Suki and Sasha will pamper you with a hot stone massage.

And they really have a handle on the geography of women. Right, Emilia?

- That's right. - Sounds terriffic.

- She looks nervous. - No, not in the slightest.

- You even have the props! - Well, although that one is real, so...

That you bought it... I wanted it so badly.

Oh really? How willing?

Of all the cars I've driven on film, this is the only one I wanted to own.

- Are you saying that? Were you keen on it? - Yes...

- Did you dream? - Yes.

- Did you dream about it? - I was looking for it.

You know what? You get it. Come on, we'll have lunch.

- Huh?! - You get it.

come now!

- Okay! - Do you like kebabs?

- What do you have in the bag? - Nothing.

Do you walk around with an empty bag?

- You broke the Margaux, didn't you? - Knyckte is good to take.

- Did you mean to leave half a bottle? - Are you the doggie bag type?

- Do you know how much a bottle costs? - He doesn't have the faintest idea.

Room keys.

Collection here in an hour? We must shadow Libya.

- That's my key. - Yes, because you always get the best room.

What if I proved you right from the start.

Fuck you, Nathan. You're not that clumsy.

I'm sitting in the car with the actor!

- Is the back still bulletproof? - Yes, that only makes it more desirable.

How did going from millionaire to billionaire change you?

Interesting question, and it's about time I say that money doesn't bring happiness.

But you know what, Danny? Damn it does.

I am happier today and I am a better person.

I worry now. Over the world, over children of war...

I didn't think you were the worried type.

And I didn't think you'd drive like a girl.

Well, is that how you want it?

Slow down, Danny Francesco! This is pure dream!

Is everything okay, Michaela?

Yes! God this place is so big…

And this bust is so beautiful... 'Mimar Sinan.'

- Are you looking for your room? - Yes!

- My room is... in that direction. - No, it's the other way around.

To the right in the corridor, then to the left.

The massage was absolutely fantastic. Join us next time.

- To the right. - Right. Roger.

See you.

Qasim moves.

- Shall we follow? - Not yet.

He's probably just going to have a coffee.

- There you see... How does he do it? - Mike?

- No matter what, he's here now. - Mike, huh?

Where does he get the information from?

- Ground control... - Do you hear me, Major Tom?

Clear.

- How is it going? - Looping the monitor...

They have a small firewall that took about a minute to force.

Sure.

He's probably done with the newspaper. Qasim leaves and Mike follows.

- Shall we follow? - We'll let Mike follow that trail.

- I bet my money on the newspaper. - If you say so. Fancy an ice cream?

- I am inside. - Great!

- What is he buying? - Wait.

Here's something Qasim sent. He uses RSA encryption.

- So snowy... - What?

Greg is kind of villainous... Not super villainous, but villainous.

Don't be mean, Sarah. Give me something.

He buys containers of stolen AK-47s.

- Great fun, Sarah. Seriously now. - I am serious.

We were wrong. Look for yourself.

There... We have seen him before.

- Should we...? - I buy ice cream, you pick up the car.

It is not possible. Such a fuss for weapons worth 30 million?

They are too big players.

It could be a cunning diversionary maneuver. Enough to raise suspicion, but not trap.

I understand, but there is nothing here that ties him to the Tool.

Yes. Well, get out of there as soon as possible.

I'll just see if I can find something we can use against him.

Okay, but let it go.

- Orson, can you hear me? - What is it?

Came back. We were wrong.

- They sell weapons. We're hunting the wrong game. - Crawl back into bed.

Sarah, showed me proof. Blow off, we're done here.

Do not think so. Our friend Ben Harris is back.

If Greg has called Ben in, it can't possibly be about guns.

Shadow him, but don't intervene. I tell Sarah we will continue.

- Do you see me, JJ? - I have your position.

- Shall we pick him up? - No. We follow.

- Do you have access to his phone? - If you get close enough.

I can connect through your phone, but it's faster if he uses his.

Stay close enough to raise suspicion, and he'll have a reason to use it.

Are we being shadowed?

Smells fishy.

I blocked a text message now.

I'm online. Blocks the call.

I have no coverage.

- Take care of that. - Understood.

- Are you lost? - Thank you, sir. Can you help me?

- I'm looking for the port. - That way, sir.

Wait. I blocked another sms now.

We are cleared. He recognizes you.

So strange...

According to the map, it's this way.

No. There, sir.

Well, look! You are absolutely right. Thanks.

He puts his legs on his back.

If he disappears, I can't block his mobile.

He is in the building on the left.

Ten meters in front of you.

- JJ, which way? - Fifteen meters, then right.

- Left or right, JJ? - Left. He is soon out of reach.

- JJ, say something! - He has stopped.

He is in front of you.

- Missed him. The stairs? - To the right.

Good day.

Excuse me, would you like to take a picture of me and the view?

- It's just stairs, come on now! - Next time you do the chasing.

Can I see?

Neat. Give me your phone and I'll take one for you.

He's still up there.

- Nobody here. - Yes, you are standing above his phone.

Oh shit... Why did you do that?

Wait, I'm here now.

There is a mashed body 60 meters below. It's Harris.

Take the phone, the newspaper... And lift the body into the car.

- It's not Ben Harris. - Why not Ben Harris?

That's Ben Harris.

- Is he in the tailgate? - Yep.

Nathan, can you confirm?

The file Sarah took from Greg's computer was actually the encryption key.

It confirms that the hard drive is the Utility.

- What does it contain, then? - A completely new form of programmable AI.

We hoped it was still under development -

- but it appears to be fully usable.

It can get into any system, even other AI programs.

- In what purpose? - Every imaginable!

It can launch a nuclear attack and turn the suspicions on someone else.

It can take over anything controlled by a computer.

And we still don't know what they intend to use it for.

But we can at least state that Aleksander intends to sell the Tool -

- with Greg Simmonds as an intermediary, for ten billion dollars.

- Confirmed. - What do we do now?

- When does the transaction take place? - Tomorrow at 09.00.

According to the newspaper and the information in the mobile phone -

- Ben Harris would be picked up at Hotel Amara by Aleksander's agent.

Then they would transfer the purchase amount to the account.

But first, Greg has to give him a fifteen-digit code -

- so unfortunately we need Ben Harris.

- Such a shame that he died, then. - Childish.

- Can we turn me into Ben Harris? - Explain.

They don't know what he looks like. He was reluctant to show himself to people.

Mr Harris? An SUV is waiting outside. My men escort you.

- I carry out the business myself. - But you have to talk to Greg on the phone.

A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Your phone, if I may ask.

- Are you wearing anything else? - No, nothing else.

- Do you allow? - Of course.

- I can't make you sound like him. - Do we know anyone who can?

The thing is, Danny and Michaela, it's an ability I've inherited.

Dad had it too. It could be a toy, a pair of shoes...

He just put his hand on it, closed his eyes and said how much it had cost.

'14.99.' Yes, that's for sure!

By all means keep going, I just have to get on the ladies.

Of course, you will find, right?

Yes, past Mimar Sinan and then to the right at Timur.

- She is funny. - Fantastic.

You have been lucky. Okay, down with the roof…

'Relax now, steak!'

Sarah, Ben Harris has sadly passed away. A few hours ago.

Orson made him jump off a sky-high building.

- Can you make him sound like Harris? - Do you have any voice recordings?

- Send them over and I'll arrange it. - How?

The vocoder works in real time. There you have the allure of AI.

One last thing: can you confirm that you are getting into Aleksander's computer?

Confirmed.

Get ready. There is water in the door compartment.

- So far everything has gone well. - Okay. Keep in touch, JJ.

You can enjoy yourself for an hour, because I need to make a call.

- I could use a nap... - Oh, then I'll join you.

Changed plans: Danny, you're calling.

Then I'll take that nap. You can join me, Michaela.

They drive off the road. I park the car here.

Talk about players. I'm so impressed!

And he is completely sold on you!

- If you're not interested, I am. - Take it for yourself.

- What are you doing? - Orson must sound like Greg's lawyer.

Why?

Ben Harris is dead, but we need him alive.

Death? When did he die? And who killed him?!

Don't think about it, but focus on how long it will be before we are revealed.

I know you're in the middle of a romance with a billionaire -

- but we have about 20 minutes before Greg's guards shoot our skulls off.

- What should I do? - Prepare for the next scene.

- Which is...? - The escape scene!

Of course! I've done that before. Let's go!

- See you in the garage. - Okay Love.

They will come soon.

Online.

- Sergey! - The boss.

On site.

Mr. Harris, I presume?

- Pleasant. - The same.

Here so...

Your people have verified that the bag contains the Tool.

I need my phone.

- Yep, Benjamin. - Mr Simmonds. We are on site.

- Well then. - It looks good.

The fifteen digit code.

May I ask for some privacy?

- Emilia... - And?

We seem to have a network breach...

- We are just waiting for online status. - I'll wait.

I've been trying to fix it for days.

Like someone hacked us, but the signal comes and goes...

- Who got in? - The signal comes from within the area.

All set for the fifteen-digit code.

Okay, let's go then. Two...

six, two...

Harris transfers the money now.

- Reload the page. - It's on.

Add this...

- Show me where. - The signal just bounces around...

tilde, eight, five...

nine, small b as in ball...

fem, sex...

five, five, come...

and capital C as in clitoris.

They are inside. The ponytail at eleven o'clock.

All Gregs office.

Greg is there. Why is it empty?

- Do you have it? - Yep. Transaction completed.

Well then, Ben. Hurry home now and don't mess with strangers.

Check all incoming and outgoing communications in the last 24 hours.

- He has something against you. - It's the guard from the house.

- I have him on the grain. - Payment has been confirmed.

- Ten billion. Confirmed. - Confirmed.

- Mazel tov! - Confirmed.

The ponytail has been up front and complained.

- Thank you, Mr. Harris. - Stop!

This is not Ben Harris!

Helicopter!

- Kill him! - JJ?

- Sarah, update. - I cancel the confirmation.

- What happens? - It was confirmed!

JJ, find out who they are!

- Give me a minute... - Thirty seconds!

- I don't understand... - Don't understand what?!

They are gone.

- Don't say it's Mike. - Understood. Then I won't do it.

- Who is it? - I can't say that.

Fan!

- That's not true! - I have Orson under control.

Stop aiming with that one! And damn it, give it to me.

- Is that you in the helicopter, Mike? - You seem upset, Orson.

Do not worry. I have it all the time.

Did you have an engine stall?

Don't beat yourself up about it. I offer the bus ride home.

We're taking over now.

Come on...

Who are you?

Who are you, Michaela?

How did you do?

This between the two of us...

It is strong.

Do you know what the Turks call it? Kivilcim. It means glow.

And it is said that the gods get angry if you turn it off.

But I'm still going to turn it off, Michaela. Danny is a friend. I respect him.

It is the only right thing. Sorry if I disappoint you.

No danger. See you at dinner.

Collect any survivors. Bundle them up and bring them here!

I want to take off as soon as possible.

Orson, you know why I'm here. Now we're not making it worse than it already is.

Hand over my reward now.

If you want it so bad, get off your ass and come down.

- I have employees who do that for me. - At a safe distance, as usual?

You're a wuss, Mike.

- Yatom, take the bag. - Understood.

Go ahead, hold on. You do not take it, but I give it to you.

What is this...?

- He has a gun! - Just relax.

Ah, selfies! Okay!

What's going on here?

- They got into the secure server. - Then it's no longer safe, is it?

It's more serious than that, unfortunately. You were talking to someone completely different before.

- All set for the fifteen digit code. - What, it's Ben.

All set for the fifteen-digit code.

Stop Danny Francesco and whoever the hell that is. Now!

Stop the car and bring them here!

- Did everything go according to plan? - Yes, we have the bag.

Check the content.

- You have the bag, so why are we kneeling? - You won't be doing that for long, my friend.

Orson, something fishy is going on here.

- Looks good. - Understood!

The atmosphere has changed. Mike just executed the Ukrainian.

- We have what we need. - Connors? - Yes Boss.

Kill Orson.

- They intend to kill you. - Shoot them first, then.

I'm not just good with dogs.

Neat.

- There is an abandoned helicopter here. - On the way.

- Nathan, we're being chased by Greg's guards. - Do something about it, then.

The rear is bulletproof but makes the car impossible to steer!

- Do you know about these? - It's been a while now...

We have to find our way. It's just a helicopter.

Feeling forward...

Can you gas up a little?!

- What are you going to do with that one? - Shoot them, Danny.

I will help you.

FASTER, DAMN IT

Out of bullets.

- Nathan, can you hear me? - Yes.

Your friend Mike reappeared, but he seems to have switched sides.

He executed the Ukrainians and took the AI. I chase him by helicopter.

- Did the others escape unharmed? - Don't worry about them, they'll be fine.

The road is closed!

- What happened? - They were exposed.

Greg's guards chase them, but focus on retrieving the bag.

- Find out where they are. - Two minutes southwest of us.

They drive into the tunnel.

- Can you handle the rockets? - How hard can it be?

F as in forward, R as in rocket.

This doesn't look good!

Oops.

- R must stand for backward. - Yes, thanks, I noticed, JJ.

Hope we get a place in the helicopter.

Knighton has been able to confirm that Mike is acting on his own initiative.

What a surprise...

- You must find him. - You do it.

- We're going to Greg's. - Should we?

- Will you? - Should we?

I can't go back there.

Danny, don't worry. JJ will take care of you.

I don't think Greg wants to see you.

That's where you're wrong, Nathan. He really wants to meet me.

Sarah saved enough to get him locked up for life.

I'll find something we can use against him.

- Greg works for us now. - I'm so clumsy!

JJ, let Greg know we're on our way. We have an irresistible offer.

- If you say so. - Can we drop me off first?

- Don't worry, Danny. Greg loves you. - Sit down, Danny!

If you're wondering if I feel like a bit of a... idiot...

then the answer is yes. I do.

- Is it humiliating, Emilia? - Yes.

- Do we think we can come up with something? - Yes.

That being said, I don't want to detract from your genius plan, Orson Fortune.

What a sexy name.

Surely you have a little crush on him? Michaela, your scam…

I still have a little crush on you.

What you did, using a celebrity as a sort of Trojan horse, was gorgeous.

Someone who handled it less nicely is your competitor Mike.

Slams in and pretends to be the guardian of the law -

- and then snuff you out of the confectionery and - maybe - me out of my commission!

- You get to keep the commission, Gregory. - Oh really?

Sure. You get to keep your commission, your reputation, your freedom…

Namely, you must donate the fee to what you are most passionate about: war children.

Oh... Shall I?

- Who's the buyer, Greg? - I never disclose my buyers.

- Emilia, tell me. - Do you remember Trent and Arnold?

May I introduce... Trent and Arnold.

- The biotech billionaires? - Exactly.

They are currently using your desirable programmable AI -

- or the Tool as you call it, in connection with a fleet of satellites.

We enjoy the view.

The idea is to knock out the world's banking system.

That is why they have secretly bought gold for 40 billion.

That's right, Orson. When they are ready, gold is the only sensible means of payment.

- You must take us there. - Of course I can do that...

and I will probably be admitted.

Because I have something they can't turn a blind eye to, namely extensive collateral.

For you, I am more uncertain.

Trent and Arnold have hired a pretty nasty little army.

That will be my concern.

May I just say one thing.

I would do anything to see you in action.

Danny...

How can I say no to that?

Now...

What are they going to use the Tool for?

The tool... will be used as a financial atomic bomb.

It will knock out the world's banking system. Maybe for just a few minutes -

- but it is enough to puncture confidence in conventional markets.

Gold will, as always...

the only safe currency. The price will skyrocket.

Anarchy will soon take hold and a new world order will be established.

Well, Nathan…

Time for your man to show what he's about, then.

Everyone leaves the room.

- Anita. - Yes, Mr. Knighton.

Call the Prime Minister.

The bird is up. Soon we will have eyes in the air.

And Greg and Danny are there.

I leave the floor to you. Strategy?

Blitzkrieg. Strike before they have time to grasp anything.

I like how you think.

- I've got you covered. There are blind spots. - That's why we have the bird, JJ.

JJ... Shoot to hit.

You can be calm.

- How does it feel? - Good.

- Nervous? - No.

Do you remember your lines? You only have two.

- That thing about switching off and on? - Yes.

And one more thing, Danny. Skip the sunglasses.

Then we were back.

We have four guards at the pagoda. I block their communication…

Sure.

I'll take the two on the right.

Hi guys. Hello.

Oops. Plenty of gruff faces here.

Danny, surely you remember those two? Trent and Arnold. And one of you…

You must be Mike, right?

Pretty ugly done by a government consultant, but now it is what it is.

Moves forward.

Two more ahead of you. I'll take it at one o'clock.

- The purpose of our visit is... - Danny?

You never paid Mr. Simmonds' commission.

We hired you as a supplier, but you never delivered.

- Mike did it, not you. - A rather flimsy excuse, eh?

I was hired to provide, and did I know, Danny?

- Left through the hedge. - Two on the bridge.

Go ahead.

- Should we have to listen to this? - Yes, and let me explain why.

I don't want to seem condescending, because I'm not like that.

But you three - one, two, three - are a bit of a novice, aren't you?

And there's a reason why no one, and I mean no one -

- neither Mr. Hussein, Mr. Khadaffi nor Mr. Escobar...

And then I'm not mentioning the really famous ones.

None of them have ever refused to pay me.

Do you see me?

- Wait, I have to find you... - In the Can-Am: one.

Behind me you probably see an abandoned hotel from the sixties.

It must be torn - something that can be done with like 15-20 kg of puff pastry. Something like that?

Continues to block all communication. Two more guards ahead.

But you could also use... - Are you kind and gentle, Danny?

An AGM-65 Maverick missile.

Not entirely different from the one you see in three, two, one...

What happened there? Well, we try again. In three, two, one...

Wait, wait... More to come.

That was probably all.

Danny, do you light up?

What do you want to show with this... demonstration, Mr. Simmonds?

What I'm trying to show here, Mike, is how little you actually know -

- about this world you have entered.

Didn't you take it for granted that I made sure to have certain guarantees?

- Danny, the paper.

In the left column you have a list -

- with names and addresses of individuals who I believe are very close to you.

Take the service elevator down one floor.

He's in. Begins phase 2.

And in the right column you will see the exact time when these individuals will...

- How to say it a little nicely, Danny? - Uh... Get busted?

It wasn't very nice, but...

But it probably won't go that far, because I'm sure that within five minutes...

And five minutes is all you have, because the countdown has already begun.

And the only thing that stops the clock...

is a call from my manager...

that my money has been transferred to my account.

So now it's completely in your hands.

Danny, how about a glass? Come on.

See you.

- We have to give him the money. - Mike, this is my mom! Jean!

- I have never been so impressed by anyone. - Seriously? Seriously?

- Transfer the money now. - At once!

- He's bluffing. - The explosions were hardly a hoax!

Why do you think he is called 'The Angel of Death of Protracted Torments'?!

He's bluffing.

Easy for you to say. Did you even have anyone on your list?

You can forget the commission, Mike.

You squishy fucking IT garbage. I'll fix this!

Reverse! It is your solutions that have put us in the shit.

I don't want to hear your opinion, Mike! So back off, dammit!

I'm backing.

I'm backing.

Calm down, everyone.

- Mike seems upset. How are you, Orson? - I live and work my way up.

Greg and the movie star pulled. There are upset feelings now.

- Chris, how are you? - It's on. 30 seconds.

They transfer the money. One billion for the war children.

- Hey, it'll work out. - Didn't you see what just happened?!

I'm in their system now and can move their money around.

The truth is, I'm way sharper and you don't need them anymore.

The arms dealer was your goddamn idea, so don't try to put it on me!

Damn bombs were exploding out there! Are you just going to ignore it?

- Can I go in? - Hard to decide. I see no movement.

Pretty messy...

I found the bag, JJ.

Checking.

Looks good.

Orson, behind you. In three, two, one...

Leave it, Mike.

Let it lie.

Orson, I need that damn bag!

If you want it so badly, Mike, you're going to get it, damn me.

- What do you have in your bag? - Our fees.

- Is that Nathan and his army? - That's not Nathan.

It's Knighton's Special Forces, late as usual.

- Nathan had more important matters. - Of course...

The plane is here. He himself is in Doha because of a new event.

Don't panic, he said. All your medical needs are on board.

- Did you bring a corkscrew? - I can be your corkscrew, weirdo.

Of course. Give way, we're going on vacation.

I take it you are satisfied with your effort?

How can we be satisfied with the fee you pay?

Good news. Considering your success, which I hope has not gone to your head -

- I have a new job for you. And now the remuneration is exceptionally good.

- I don't care. I'm going on holiday. - Where are we going, weirdo?

It works out, as long as it's hot, expensive and he foots the bill.

- We're taking the plane! - Do it. Go where you want.

Go some skiing, lie on a beach... I'll offer, but be back in 36 hours.

- Two weeks. - Orson!

- I'm no better at skiing. - I just want to be able to get drunk.

- Okay then, 48 hours! - Ten days.

- You kill me! 96 hours! - One week.

We need the jewelry and watches you stole from the Ukrainians.

The Ukrainian state wants them back.

Too late, I've already sold them and invested the money - in the film business.

See you on Tuesday.

Now wait... Orson!

What the film industry?!

Best it doesn't include Danny Francesco and his fiance Greg Simmonds!

You were hired to deliver, but Mike delivered.

Now you're taking it anyway, Mr. Yamamoto? I was hired to provide.

There's a reason why no one, and I mean no one -

- neither Mr. Hussein, Mr. Khadaffi nor Mr. Escobar...

And then I'm not mentioning the really famous ones.

Behind me you see an abandoned monastery, which would have to be demolished.

How do you do it, then?

Well, you could use around 15-20 kg of puff pastry. Something like that?

But one can also use a single AMG-65 Maverick missile.

Which is not entirely different from this one. Three, two, one...

Fucking amateurs. - Maxie, where are the effects?!

I can't work like this!

- Barney, are you picking up Guy? - Stop filming and change!

What did you think, Greggy?

I'll be completely honest. I was taken by that.

That was very nice, Danny.

- That shot? - That one, yes.

It probably wasn't the best. - What did you think? I do not know...

I like what you are doing there. You smile, while being scared.

Yeah, but my hair doesn't look wise. I don't think I...

- There! It's brilliant. - I think we'll do another one.

- Okay, go ahead. - Guy!

Translation: Joakim Troué Swedish Media text

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