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Nathan!

-How are you, old man? -Very good, thank you, Mr. Knighton.

You look like the walking dead.

Yes, I'm always a little bit cold when I've just got out of the bed.

Perhaps you can tell me why I've been summoned 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning?

If you'd care to study the film

you'll see that two nights ago some heavily guarded cargo

was ambushed outside of facility in Odessa

where 20 security guards were mercilessly annihilated.

I want you to retrieve what went missing.

And to find out who the seller is, who the buyer is...

and what it is.

So we don't know exactly what it is, sir?

No, that is the mystery.

But our analysts and intelligence reported that very quickly

it became extremely popular with the wrong sort of people.

And with a price tag of around 10 billion

I don't think we can afford for it to remain a mystery much longer.

It's been given a name "The Handle."

But why me, why not the official intelligence branch?

Ruse de Guerre, Nathan. An unorthodox approach to war.

I need a creative, cunning and unconventional vision

to retrieve this kind of material threat.*

A Currier on a bicycle in congested traffic.

Not the official team.

They take forever to wave through the administration

and the clock does ticketh.

-So, who would be heading up your team? -The usual chap: Orson Fortune.

Oh, fuck! That man is an administrative nightmare.

He can't fly unless there's a private jet because of claustrophobia,

then he needs sedating with the finest claret because of agoraphobia,

and then there's a rehabilitation in the Maldives

because of a clouda bloody -phobia.

Yes, I understand, sir, but when you cut back on his expenses

and created a mental health department it was a perfect storm.

He's trained to exploit every system presented,

which is why he is a very bicycle Currier you require.

Where is he?

That's funny you should say that, sir, he's on one of his rehabilitation retreats.

Yes, you are paying for that, sir, but don't worry, I think I can pull him in.

-The fuck are you doing here, Nathan? -Everything alright, Orson?

No, it's not. I'm supposed to be on a holiday.

And you're supposed to be four thousand miles in that direction.

Actually it's three thousand miles in that direction, but whatever.

-Mind if I come in? -Yes, I fucking do.

-Aren't you gonna ask why I'm here? -No, I'm fucking not.

Because you're not staying.

Wouldn't be here if it wasn't serious.

I don't care how fucking serious it is.

I'm on holiday and I'm not interested in working at the moment.

There's a price to pay to possessing a unique set of skills

being as brilliant as you are,

and please don't take this the wrong way,

as a private contractor your government pays you handsomely for.

I'm ignoring this apparition. I'm talking to an empty space.*

And I'm gonna meet my girlfriend at the bar.

Ah, yes, about that girlfriend of yours.

It seems as though she's not just your girlfriend.

But don't worry, I will fly her home first class.

Have you been spying on me, Nathan?

I am sorry, but something rather nasty has been stolen.

How nasty?

Under File A there's File B.

That's the list of nefarious potential buyers whose interest has been aroused.

We don't know what was stolen. That remains a mystery for you to solve.

But we need to stop it getting onto the open market.

-Threat's imminent. -How imminent?

Imminently imminent.

Put it this way, when you hit the ground you'll be running, literally.

I've got the plane, the BPJ, this year's model.

And all your medicinal requirements: 82, 96, 2004...

Marinade, and I'll see you in two minutes.

Fine, so Orson will be heading your team.

-Will you be using John, the comms man? -Sadly not, sir.

-Isn't he the best? -He might be good.

But he turned out to be something of duplicitous snake.

-He went over to Mike Hook's team. -Ah, Mike, the competition.

Yes, I do hope we won't be competing for the same prize

on this mission with Mike?

There is more than one Security Department in this government.

Mike is on another job.

Very good, sir.

-Afternoon, Lucinda. -Sir.

-I was starting to worry. -I had to get changed.

Didn't we all?

-Captain, can we warm the engines up? -Right away, sir.

-Isn't that the 82? -It's still drinking well.

-Except this is my medicinal requirement. -Yes.

Thirsty, were you? Party for one. Like all your parties.

-Is it the usual team? -Minus John.

-Where's John? -John's got poached.

-By who? -By whom. Never mind.

But I do mind. I know John, I like John, I trust John, he's a pro.

-Someone paying him more? -Yes.

- If I asked, would you pay me more? - You can ask.

-Would you pay me more? -No.

You're above that grumpy self interest. You're a patriot.

And besides, no one gets treated like you get treated.

When you say "you" you really mean you.

-Anyway, who's my footman? -I found a splendid replacement.

-What's his name? -Sarah Fidel.

Strong nom de guerre. Never heard of him.

-It's because she's an American. -She...

Lucinda, bring the 2004 Haut-Brion please.

Ah...

I'll help myself to a beer.

I have a rather fabulous replacement for comms John.

An American, much more versatile and creative.

-Sarah Fidel. -Didn't she work with Mike?

Mike, consistent with his character abandoned her in Beirut,

which is where I picked her up.

-Any other footman? -Yes, this young man.

JJ Davies. There really isn't very much he can't do either.

Comms, guns, driving, diving, wrapping, slapping, you name it.

They are both two comprehensive footman, the perfect all-rounds.

-Isn't that JJ? What's he doing there? -He's joined the team.

He's a good kid, but he's a little bit green.

He's been very busy since you last saw him.

He's what you might call enthusiastic, hungry, keen.

Don't get your fingers near his mouth.

-JJ. -Sir.

Mr. Fortune, meet Miss Fidel.

-Miss Fidel. -Your Highness.

Probably you're the new John.

Not meaning a toilet or a prostitute's client I take it.

Please don't pee on me, I don't do that anymore.

John didn't have a personality. I liked John.

You can call her John if it makes you more comfortable.

-He was reliable. -Wasn't that reliable.

-Heard he got poached by my old team. -Your old team?

The other leading private contractor, favored by your government.

You worked for Mike? Mike - the competition Mike?

You may not like Mike, but Mike is good.

What do we got?

A bagman, coming in on a flight with a hard drive.

We need to track him. See where he takes it.

I'm gonna keep an eye on you. Feed you constructive information.

Play the right music.

I control the turntables, you control the dance floor.

You like to dance?

I like John.

We'll send him some flowers on your behalf.

Got anything yet?

Okay, I'm getting somewhere very slowly, still dialing in.

Can you hear it?

Do you actually know how to use a computer?

I'm sure I can find my way if you just tell me where the on button is.

Nathan, we've been here for three hours.*

She's your responsibility, she slips I piss on you.

I hired her. I trust her.

We have a three hour window. He's gotta be with us soon.

-In fact, on cue, I think I got him. -About time.

Hiding in that crocodile should be the drive,

what's on the drive we don't know.

Orson, just remember he's a bagman, a retired professor,

not a threat, or a black belt in Mogadishu.

I'll try not to frighten him to death.

We just need to know who he's delivering it to.

Whizz-kid, what am I looking for?

Brown hat, spectacles, crocodile-skin briefcase, upper level.

He should be coming into your peepers now.

I'm in his phone, and I'm gonna send him a message: "Car is delayed."

-You see him, sweetheart? -Got him.

Sending him to Luigi's coffee bar, ground floor.

-How do you know it's him? -You dance, I play, remember?

-Jane, he's heading your way. -In position.

JJ, take the B stairs.

He's passing me now. Heading to coffee shop.

He's all yours.

I still see you in position. Jane, respond.

Jane?

-Wakey, wakey, whizz-kid. -Orson, I'm getting no response from Jane.

JJ, keep your peepers peeled and your hands out of your pockets.

Peepers peeled, hands flying free.

Marcia, the job is yours, catch him at the counter.

-Confirm when the tracker's in place. -Moving in now.

-Why do I smell something rhey? -I smell it too.

Marcia, confirm tracker in place.

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia! Confirm tracker in place.

Why do I get the feeling we're not the only team in town?

Can't be. I would know.

That's odd, either it's a glitch in the network or someone is very good.

In my experience it's seldom the network. Who could do that?

John. John could do that.

Smells like Team B. Nathan, what the fuck are they doing here?

If that weasel John is here it means that turd Mike is too. Stand by.

-Nathan. -Mike isn't on a different job, is he, sir?

Or is it a coincidence that his team is in Madrid airport?

If he's there it isn't because of my department.

My world works in a similar fashion to yours.

The government likes to keep departments competed.

Competition for the best condition.

Mike only has two talents: Blowing his cover and blowing himself.

But thanks for the heads up.

Orson, confirmed. Mike is here to track the crocodile.

Mike's clumsy and predictable,

they're not here to track him, they're here to pick him up.

I resolved the glitch, we're going back live.

JJ, change of policy. Not go in, go out. Exit 2F pincer.

On it, boss.

You have two inbound. Eight and six o'clock.

Understood.

Just tell me they haven't tasered the girls.

-Oh, yes, tasered. -Let me feel your rhythm, whizz-kid.

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

Take a deep breath, that's right.

Our man is en route to exit. Main gate departures. Two bees in pursuit.

I'm on it. I'm exiting through the parallel doors.

Gracias.

He's moving to taxi. 49502.

-Nathan, you're needed. -Incoming.

-JJ, your location? -Exiting through east parallel doors.

Senor? Senor? Hola Senor. -Mr. Bakker...

No, no, I cannot come with you.

Two more bees buzzing in the car.

-Mr. Bakker. -Lo siento señor. Lo siento senor.

Heart. Heart.

JJ, wheel.

-What's wrong with him? -Don't know.

-He keeps saying he's hot. -No, no, heart.

Loosen his tie.

He doesn't feel very hot.

He's not hot, you idiots, he has a heart condition.

There's two of them in pursuit.

The drive will be encrypted but I can clone it remotely.

Connect me to the hard drive.

The road is blocked.

They have my wife. They will kill her.

JJ, lock the doors.

There's dozen of them. Fully armed.

Get out! Get out of the vehicle, now!

I need more time. I need another 20 seconds.

They don't me. My face.

You go to The Duchess. Table 12 6 p.m. Save my wife!

Four...

Three... two...

Open the door!

I've got it. Let it go.

We gonna need a shovel.

-Nathan. -Mike. Nice of you to knock.

-Orson. -Mike.

That belongs to me.

-What'd you do to our friend here? -You scared him to death, Mike.

It's good, sir.

It's like a mouse always gets the cheese.

Let's go.

The drive is good but it's scrambled, without the data key it's useless.

So our best option deliver the drive and find out who the buyer is.

No one interesting has joined the rooftop in the last 40 minutes, so...

whoever you're there to meet is already there.

Here we go.

Nathan, your file says you're terrible at accents, so don't talk.

Bakker?

Is this for me?

Have a good evening.

I think I got him. He's coming back as Ben Harris.

Ben Harris. He's the lawyer/consigliere to Greg Simmonds.

-Who's Greg Simmonds? -It's a billionaire arms dealer.

Only plays in the top tier.

Interested in selling 9mm to kids, he's selling tomahawks to terrorists.

He's impossible to catch. Pretty elusive.

He only uses Ben Harris on his biggest deals,

like if he's turned up in person.

Speaks for itself.

Oh, hello. This might be useful.

Greg's hosting a charity event in Cannes.

That's convenient, cause we're also going to Cannes.

-Seems he loves an orphan. -He wants two. He made enough of them.

We've picked up some time, so we'll be arriving into LA in less than four hours.

LA?

When I put my head down, we were heading to the South of France.

So, can someone please tell me why are we flying to Los Angeles?

-The power of no, Nathan. -I'm sorry?

Backwards to go forwards.

We're going to LA to pick up our invitation.

-That being? -Danny Francesco.

Danny Francesco? The movie star?

Goddamnit! I do the stunts, you shoot the money.

Wake up, everybody!

Chad, get out of the fucking car!

Greg Simmonds' favorite movie star - Danny Francesco.

And how does that get us in?

You can't catch this fish with conventional lures.

Greg wants what everyone wants - what they can't have.

There's nothing he can't buy apart from Danny Francesco,

who recently snubbed a 10 million dollar offer

to jump out of a cake and sing him Happy Birthday.

He's obsessed with celebrities, but more obsessed with their partners.

Sarah will be going as Danny's girlfriend.

It's the fish that can't be caught, Nathan.

The power of no.

And how do we turn this movie star's "no" into a "yes"?

-I think we've got something. -Blackmail?

-Yeah, blackmail. -Ruse de guerre...

Very good. Carry on.

So how are you gonna play this?

I found some spectacular dirt

on the infamous movie producer Saul Goldstein,

so I've told him into help us.

I asked Saul to lure Danny to Vegas under the premise of the five picture deal.

But as Greg is hosting his Charity Fund Raising event

that we would like to attend

you're going to ask Danny Francesco to come with us instead.

Creative work. So what we got on Danny Francesco?

He's having an affair with his sister-in-law.

I told you she was good.

Leave this with me.

Fucking Swedish accent, fucking Swedish...

What are you doing, Saul? Saul, you're a fabulous producer…

I mean you're a piece of shit, but you're fabulous producer.

Everybody wants to work with you. I wanna work with you.

But a Swedish accent, Saul? Come on, I'm an American.

Hello, Natasha. Andy's not gonna need you on this fly.*

-Really? -Yeah, on of those things.

I appreciate that, Danny. But we need you to do this for us.

For us? What, the royal "us"? What are you talking about?

-I mean you have to do this for us. -I have to?

I don't mean to contradict you, Saul,

but I don't have to do anything for anybody.

And I don't wanna contradict you, Danny, but we all have to do our bit.

I'm sorry, I though you were here to serve the coffee.

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being ganged up on here, Saul?

-Who are you? -I'm your new manager.

I'm sorry, kid, they had something on me too.

Okay, Saul, where are you going?

I'm gonna let you converse with your new manager.

You're gonna do great, Danny. You're a star.

Saul, hey, Saul, where do you think you... this is---

-See you soon. -Saul...

Don't you dare to leave-- Natasha!

Where is Natasha?

Who let this man on my plane?

Natasha!

This is my plane!

Yes, it is, Danny, and it's a lovely plane.

But you're gonna have to trust me for two minutes.

Why should I?

Because you're an actor. You're a movie star.

Because you're a professional.

Imagine we're on the scene. Please, sit down.

Are you a patriot?

I don't vote Republican if that's what you mean.

Okay, let me give it to you in a different way.

The world needs you for you greatest role yet.

You and I are going to a party.

-Who are you? -I'm your manager, Charlie Rosewood.

You're no longer going to Vegas. We're going to Cannes.

No, you are getting off of my plane and Natasha's gonna make you.

Natasha? Natasha?

-What the fuck have you done with Natasha? -Please calm down.

There's a sensitive and awkward situation between you and your sister-in-law.

That you probably shouldn't have filmed.

-I actually love my sister-in-law. -Yes, Danny, you made that quite evident.

Turns out everyone thinks you're a superstar, Danny.

Once they heard you were in town they came to us.

Stop.

I don't think I can do this.

-No, no... nope. -Danny.

-Danny. -Trust yourself.

No need to be nervous.

No reason to be nervous? They are only killers.

We've all seen you handle killers before on a screen.

Fundamentally there's no difference.

What do you think an agent does? They act.

And no one acts better that you, Danny.

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

I guess that's sorta true.

You're an actor. Act.

There's a big difference between an actor and a movie star.

And that is why they're obsessed with you.

Yeah.

That and the fact that I didn't jump out of a cake for 10 million dollars.

Okay, while I'm busy playing my part what are you two gonna be doing?

We need to get close enough to Greg Simmonds

to remotely access his cell.

Okay, I'm ready. Let's go to work.

Walking on set.

Good.

Remember, you are not there to buy anything.

I'm sure I don't have to remind you

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

So lay off the wine, concentrate on getting into Greg's phone,

and identify who's actually buying this Handle.

Understood.

Danny, we good?

Good? Is that a joke?

Remember, you're a professional.

-You're playing yourself. -But I've never played myself--

-You can do this. -Danny.

Lot number four from the Quintess Collection

is a pair of diamond and sapphire earrings.

And a round of applause, please, sir Jonathan Mendes

for winning the 258,000 dollars--

...happy ending, because he was diagnosed with...

-What's that funny cancer? -Is there a funny cancer?

I can't remember what it was but it was something like cock cancer.

And he...

-Would someone pinch me, please? -Pinch you, why?

Because I think I'm dreaming.

Is that...

Is that Danny Francesco? You know I'm a little bit excited...

-I do love Danny Francesco. -Everyone loves Danny Francesco.

I'm a little bit starstruck. I am. It's not cool, but I am.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Hi. -Danny, do you like this...

Do you like this piece?

Love it.

It's one thing utilizing the expense cap because you have psychological issues,

it's another thing bankrupting the department.

What's he doing here? Is that you, Benjamin bunny?

Not guilty, Mr. Simmonds.

-It was you, wasn't it? -It's a surprise, sir.

How much is that fabulous item?

Lot number 15, 1.5 million dollars.

Lot number 15 from the Habsburg collection.

-Do you like it, Danny? -It's wonderful. 1.5 million you say?

Anything Danny buys he can pay for himself, he can afford it.

-He likes it. -Don't you fucking dare, Orson.

-I'll take it. -Orson!

Sadly he can't, it's no longer available.

Shame.

It's not a terrible shame, it now belongs to you.

Complements of Mr. Simmonds. He's a big fan.

Mr. Danny Francesco...

Look at you. The one and only. The legend.

You're very kind.

I'm Greg Simmonds, and I wanna thank you very much

for all the entertainment you've provided us over the years.

Thank you.

Listen, it's a fantastic gesture, but I can't accept it.

No, you can. And you can for two reasons.

One - you deserve it. Two - it's a fund raiser.

Speaking of which, would you care to meet Trent and Arnold,

who are both are in the biotech. I don't wanna be vulgar, but...

Twenty two billion, 17 billion.

Sorry, boys, I didn't wanna be indiscreet, but you know...

facts are facts.

And they are both sponsoring tonight's event.

-Hey. -Big fan.

Oh, thank you. Great cause.

We try, you know...

Orphans, war...

Let me introduce to you the lovely Michaela.

-What an absolute pleasure. -The pleasure is all mine.

Can I just say, are we allowed to say these things now?

Wow. Wow. Wow.

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

-Hello, Charlie. -My business manager, Charlie Rosewood.

Are you sure?

You don't look like a business manager.

-Books, covers... -Oh, yeah, big book, aren't you?

He's doubled my money in the last three years.

Is that right? You got any tips for me then?

I don't think you need any tips, do you, Mr. Simmonds?

You'd be surprised, I'm very very greedy.

But maybe tonight you'll be loosening the purse strings a bit for us.

No tax benefits, so no chance. And Danny doesn't like kids.

You know, actually we've got two of the board orphans here tonight,

and they're really annoying.

I don't want to be pushy,

but there's a lot of very interesting people at this party, and I would...

Emilia, could you take that for me, me darling?

I would love you to meet some of them.

Mr. Simmonds, I would love to, I'm just-- I'm actually quite shy.

Danny, it's the least you can do.

Mr. Simmonds here just spent 1.5 million on you.

But no, to be accurate, I didn't spend it on Danny, I spent it on Michaela.

Suggestion, why don't we all retire to the cocktail master?

That's what you usually call me, right honey?

Minus the tail.

I don't think I believe what I just heard. I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Come on, over to the bar. You're gonna wash your mouth out there.

Come on, Danny.

So I grabbed him by the balls, and I say:

"If you'll speak like that to her again

I'm gonna rip off your head and shit down your neck."

But I feel something, I feel a little lump,

Two days later he's diagnosed with testicular cancer.

A year later he wins his first Tour de France.

I love that. He's funny, isn't he? And he's naughty too.

-Yes... -Go on, Danny, give me some more.

How are we gonna get to his cell?

His guard still has it, we've been watching her. Go find her.

-One for the footman then. -Really, why can't you do it?

You wanted to be more than a whizz-kid?

You wanna get in the field? Get your shoes dirty.

Go on, everyone, have another cocktail, keep him busy.

He cost a fortune, didn't you, Jean-Pierre?

Look at that! Look at that! It's magic.

That's it, do with the monkey business. Flip, flip...

I'll get you yours, Michaela, why don't you go to the powder room.

Thank you so much.

Not so much magic, it's just a little bit of practice, I can do that.

While I'll powder my nose

what would you be doing, Mr. Charlie Rosewood?

The waiter behind you was also at the Madrid airport.

Nathan, Mike's back again.

I heard. You deal with Greg. I'll handle Mike.

You do your thing and I'll do mine.

Okay, sweetheart.

Go on then, give us some more,

go back to the dirty ones, cause I like them best.

Lot number six from the Delamont collection is a one of kind blue sapphire encrusted...

-Where am I going? -She's near his office.

Yes, thank you, I know, where is it?

Keep going, and then turn left at the end.

You must stay in range for a couple of minutes for me to get a lock.

Evening, Nathan.

You got your boys in to mess things up again?

Mike, nobody likes you. Even your wife.

Well, that's what she told me anyway

whilst trying to untangle herself from my chest hair.

One day you'll grow up, Nathan, and you'll realize -

I've got more money, more men, more Intel.

You don't stand a chance.

In which department?

She did whisper you have an alarmingly small penis.

And I know you have an incredibly small brain.

Is it me that should be worried?

Still running operations out of the back of your garage?

At least I have an operation.

There's a difference between you needing an operation

and me having the operation.

We're way ahead of you on this, Nathan.

Outclassed as usual.

You'll only mess this up like you do all the others, Mike.

Stay outta my way.

Spew good little buggy.

-Okay, what do I do now? -Stay where you are.

Emilia is in the room the other side of that wall.

I can get a lock if you stand there.

Keep backing up towards the door.

If I get any closer my ass is gonna go through it.

JJ, who is this guy?

With you in a minute, I'm dealing with Sarah.

Hurry up, cause I'm on him.

Okay, the phone's on now.

Can I help you?

Hi. I was just looking at this painting.

-I'm sorry, who are you? -Michaela.

I'm here with Danny Francesco.

That's it. I saw you earlier.

Greg told me he had this amazing painting, and he knows I'm an art lover, so...

I actually curate Mr. Simmonds' collection.

-No way. -Yeah.

-This is actually an original Rhed. -Wow... Rhed with an H.

Wow, you really know your stuff, that's pretty esoteric.

-Do you work in the art? -No, I'm just an enthusiast.

I still need a few minutes. Keep him talking.

I'm always curious about the philosophical details

behind a collector's motivation.

-We diving somewhere deep here? -I don't know, are we?

Orson, you're not gonna like him. He's a horror story.

He's Vincent Young, ex special forces.

He's good with his feet, and worse with his hands.

Alright, JJ, I didn't need his life story, I just wanted his name.

Now disconnect his comms.

Good evening, sir. Vincent, is it?

-Vincent, can I hear Orson? -Sorry, how can I help you, sir?

Relax, Mike cannot hear this conversation.

Here you go, Michael, enjoy this.

Vincent? Vincent!

-Comms disconnected. -Who's Mike?

We can play that game if you wanna.

But one way or another you gonna swim to the shore.

Vincent!

Please, continue.

I am interested in the paradox of the dualistic motivation.

He will try and bribe you. Don't listen.

The only question is, are you gonna do it with the broken nose...

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

The canvas should be a portal

into the abstract infinite life transcendent,

which of course gives creative expression its inner value.

Mike? Checking, Mike.

Fuck you, Orson!

Checking.

Were is the paradox?

The paradox is that there's beauty in the filth.

-What else have you got? -Good question.

I admire men with a strong sense of self preservation.

However there is a limit.

What was wrong with the watch?

The most beautiful roses come from the ugliest manure.

I feel like I'm on the couch.

I still got a minute to go.

Anywhere it's a theory, I have no idea if it has any credibility.

Where did you get that from? You got one for me?

Vincent, one more chance, while your nose is still straight.

Which hand?

Left or the right?

It was right.

Now, if you don't mind I'll take my watch back.

Yes, Sarah. Good work. Wrap it up.

Rich people if you hadn't noticed, they like to show off.

-I'm gonna head back. -Great chatting with you.

-What's your name again? -Michaela.

-Have a great night. -You too.

-What's next for Danny Francesco? -My next film role?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm playing a mysterious self-made billionaire

who goes on a transcendental journey from material genius to spiritual giant.

That's a bit spooky, isn't it?

You just described me.

Idea, Danny, shush, idea.

Why don't you come spend a little bit of time with me.

And do your research, find your character, all of that.

Charlie?

Michaela. Success?

-Of course. Success? -Success.

Be with you shortly.

I will go rescue the movie star then.

Good luck, Vincent.

Michaela, my darling, your boyfriend wants to use me, don't know why,

as an inspiration for his next film.

Gave me an idea.

Why don't you both come and have a little vacation

in my Turkish villa this weekend.

And Danny gets to pick up some tips.

Shadow me, you know.

Do whatever I do. Wherever I do do. What do I do?

-We'll find out. -You will. Is that a good idea?

I mean I have a couple things going on but I think I can rearrange some things.

You, Michaela, have a lot going on, but what about this weekend?

-Gregory, how are you? -Oh, Lord, look who's here.

Privet, za zdorovje.

We've been waiting for you to introduce us to Danny Francesco.

Danny, I'd like you to meet my very good friends,

Alexander, and Natalja,

and Big Jev, and sulky Katja

and somewhat scary Dimitry.

Dimitry, nice to meet you.

Man, I'm such a fan, you mind if I...

-Selfie? Selfie time. -Yes.

But be gentle with him.

-Go on then. -Danny please.

This is fantastic.

Everyone just-- why don't you just crowd around a little tighter.

-They are piranhas, aren't they? -Yeah.

Now, that is a feeding frenzy.

-Another one. -Okay...

He's gonna come out of there a skeleton.

Just watch where you're putting your hands, Dimitry.

Why are you looking at me like that, Greg?

I think you know why I'm looking at you like that.

And you know that I'm spoken for.

I do, and I respect that. I do.

But will you allow me to flatter you for a moment?

Danny is a famous actor, and that is very impressive,

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

You strike me as someone who doesn't take orders.

No, shush, cause I'm talking.

I think you are a free spirit.

I'm not sure what that means.

It's been a pleasure. It's been an absolute--

Do you remember this movie where you were kicking the bad guy--

Come here.

The world is a much, much bigger place than you could possibly imagine.

Allow me to show it to you.

-Michaela. -Hello, Charlie.

Does that superstar need rescuing?

Hey, Danny, shall we..?

Michaela, think about what I said, yeah?

Hey, look, Danny, your manager is here to save you.

I gotta take him away before you three bears chew the meat off his bones.

-Danny, take my hand. -Danny, come on. Please.

Danny, Danny, stay, come on.

We love you so much, Daniel, my man.

I love you, man.

Look, this beautiful pictures. Look.

Dimitry, your tongue is hanging out and you hand is on his cock.

Danny, you should be proud of yourself.

Yeah, looks like we maybe going away for the weekend with Greggy.

You guys have to stop doing this to me.

I don't know if that was the most exhilarating moment of my life

or the most terrifying moment of my life.

But Danny Francesco playing Danny Francesco, that is the way forward.

Congratulations team, a successful evening.

Debrief at 07.00.

Good work.

-Well, well, Greg... -Well, Alexander.

At your new improved summer sale price, that is the 10 billion dollars.

-We have a deal. -Fantastic.

So, who's buying?

I'm not telling you that.

My job is to protect every link in this chain.

So, I do protect them, yes, but I'm also protecting you.

So, what happens now is that I tell them that you are delighted,

and they will be delighted, and then we can all be delighted together.

-We should celebrate. -We should.

Emilia! Get of them really stupid bottles of vodka.

You know, the one with a five carat rock in the top.

-You'll love that. -Da.

I do wish you communicate with your other departments.

Someone is feeding Mike information, inside information.

It doesn't look like Mike is working for anyone in this government.

I need more time to find out which government he's working for.

Now, tell me what you have.

We still can't confirm it's the Handle,

what we do know is that Alexander is selling something

for 10 billion dollars.

-Greg Simmonds is brokering the deal. -And who's the buyer?

Still a mystery, but it won't remain one for long.

I think Orson is right.

Greg has a thing for stealing girlfriends, especially from movie stars.

So accept his offer to go away.

That's a vulnerable position.

I've dealt with much worse than Greg Simmonds before, believe me.

Vulnerable?

Just be aware if they need to get out quick it might not be that easy.

At some point the movie star is gonna melt.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

What did you find on Trent and Arnold?

Our biotech billionaires are buying up an awful lot of gold.

Other than that not a great deal.

At least we know the Ukrainians are involved.

Whatever they're selling has now got Greg very excited.

I found out where they're staying, but their computers are impossible to hack

I don't know how long it's gonna take me to get in.

Options?

Quickest way is to physically install software on their computers.

You mean break in and install via thumb drive?

Yes, that's the most direct way to do it.

This one's for you then.

Really? I thought I was a footman.

-No, tech-whizz. -Yeah, and you're the hammer?

If there's a problem I'll do it.

No, there's no problem, JJ.

I'll do it.

I can get inside the Ukrainians.

I hope you take them to dinner first.

Before you get inside of them.

sexually.

You are over the wall. Neatly done.

And we are redirecting air con.

And they're all sleeping like babies now. They're not gonna wake up any time soon.

You are safe to enter.

Doors are opening now.

Up the stairs, first floor, the bedroom on the left.

Once you've installed the thumb drive

cover your tracks and make it look like a robbery.

Swag some watches, cracketh the safe and bag some cash, baby.

The more you bag the better it looks.

No time to watch TV, sweetheart. Get to work.

sub.T

♪ Raindrops keep falling on my head ♪

♪ But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red ♪

-Did you find the laptop? -Found.

Now I'd like you to plug in that drive and slap Enter.

Whatever they control, I can control better.

We have full access to their computer.

Now that you've sucked it dry, return to safe.

There are still two guards patrolling. Exit via the front door.

Nicely done, sweetheart. We'll pick you up at the front gate.

Don't move!

Don't--

-What's that? -It's a guard dog.

Guard. Dog.

-I'm good with a dog. -Lucky them.

-What about your mate? -Power nap. He'll be alright in a minute.

Are you guys done? I heard a gun shot.

-Is anyone dead? -Nah, not thanks to you.

-What? -You said it was clear.

-I said the front was clear. -I came out of a front.

They usually keep the Olympic-size swimming pools in the back of the house.

Front, back, right, wrong.

Whatever. Anyway, shall we?

-JJ. -Sir.

-Morning. -Morning.

-Sarah says I didn't miss much last night. -In and out.

-So you weren't seen by anyone? -Yes.

That's a "yes you weren't seen by anyone"?

Yes.

Or "yes you were seen by someone"?

-Yes. -Childish.

Nothing you need to worry about, Nathan.

You just concentrate on your gluten-free lactose intolerant

bunny stroking breakfast.

Boys, I pulled this off the Ukrainian's laptop.

Looks like the deal's all agreed to on their side

and there's an escrow account linked.

-What are they selling? -We still don't know.

-So we could be wasting our time. -Activity on Greg's phone.

-Yes? -Greg, you're on speaker.

I'm with Arnold, enjoying the view from up here.

You're back in Disneyland already? Didn't know you're there, did you?*

What'd you do, beam yourselves, eh?

Don't go mad, darling, yesterday I looked like a fucking candy.

You're lucky we made your party at all. Your choice of friends is questionable.

You're not wrong, but I'd argue, that they are acquaintances, not friends.

And yes, we did raise a lot of money for the war orphans, thank you for caring.

Put a load of rich lowbrows in a room together,

they'll always outbid one another

in the name of egotistical competition and ostentation.

Which is kind of the point, Trent.

Didn't have you down as an angry anti-capitalist.

We are anti-capitalists. Anti other capitalists.

I'll tell you what, boys, I've got another call coming in.

Thank you, my darling.

You better take it then.

So, what was the point of this one?

-Just to check we're okay. -Yes, we are okay.

Just remember: yellow is the color, and gold is the game.

And I still love you. Will speak later.

-Hello, Qasim. -Okay to talk?

Go on.

-I've just spoken to Aleksander. -And? Everything set?

It's not easy getting an answer out of him.

-He's in a terrible mood. -Why?

You know he prides himself on his security?

A lone cat burglar got in last night.

Gassed the house. Cleared out all his cash and jewelry.

On leaving, Alexander's personal guards stopped him.

Don't move!

I will shoot you!

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

Come on. Take my hands.

Hospitalized two of his guards.

No police. No prison. I've got kids.

One with the broken nose, three cracked ribs...

He's crying for mama, not a problem.

And two fucked nuts.

Another one, a bullet in the foot.

You shot my foot!

No cry for mama.

This is the kind of thing I need to know about.

You dropped your chopsticks. You got shit on your face.

-Should I be worried? -We are going to carry on.

I'm waiting on confirmation.

But they should be flying fowl in 72 hours.

-You keep me informed, Qasim. -Will do.

Golly, golly then.

Flying fowl in 72 hours. What the cust does that mean?*

I got a location on Qasim's phone.

If the Ukrainians are entering another country illegally

they're gonna need help avoiding any risks with the authorities.

-So where is this Qasim based? -Antalya, Turkey.

Gobble, gobble. That's flying fowl with a "w", not a "u."

Turkey borders Ukraine, hence flying fowl, flying to Turkey.

A bit overreach?

You'd think so, except Qasim Amari is a diplomat,

located in the Turkish government office in Antalya, Turkey.

I don't know how I do it.

-What a brain. -Do I have a brain in there? She does.

Modern women, what will they think of next?

So, looks like we're all flying fowl.

We'll track Qasim, see where he leads us.

Sarah, you go with Danny as planned

and find out from Greg exactly what it is he's buying.

We need a confirmation on that.

Explains why Greggy is spending his weekend in Turkey.

There's a term for being beaten in four moves, Nathan.

-Fool's mate. -It wasn't four moves.

If you can get yourself out of that little mess I've put you in

you can have a glass of this.

What do we got on Qasim, JJ?

Libya and therefore based all over the world.*

Met Greg Simmonds in the 2000s, he put him on a payroll soon after.

Qasim's been greasing palms and burying bodies for Greg ever since.

-Nice one, have a glass of this. -Wine is not really my thing.

-Is that the 2004? -You still in here? Aren't you busy enough?

-There's wine, and then there's wine. -Don't force the poor man.

Congratulations, Doctor Frankenstein. You've created another monster.

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

Little Miss Paradox... She got in your head yet?

-Hey. Good to see you. -You too.

There they are, my new best friends.

Hosgeldiniz, as we say in Turkey.

-Thank you for the jet. -Don't be silly, that's the baby one.

-Danny Francesco. -It's good to see you, Greg.

Excited to be here, to learn from the master.

No, I'm not the master.

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

Grab a drink on a way.

75 Corniche, Greggy, I love it.

Yeah, it's nice, isn't it? Present from Elton that one.

What a second, that looks exactly like the car that I drove--

Do you know why? Do you know why?

-That's not possible. -Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, it is.

Lovingly restored with me own hands.

It's not really with me own hands, I'm just joking.

It's nice though, isn't it?

Look at him!

-I drove this car myself. -I know, honey.

And, Michaela did his own stunts.

-Is that true, Danny? -Yeah.

-Could you still do them? -I'm a little rusty, but sure.

Right, game on! After lunch, yes?

Okay, I might have to sit that one out, but you boys have fun.

After lunch, Michaela you are having the pleasure

of a four hands hot stones massage with Suki and Sasha.

And they really, really understand a lady's geography.

-Isn't that right, Emilia? -Yes, they do.

Sounds fabulous.

-She looks nervous. -Believe me, I'm not.

You even have my prop gun!

Yeah, but it's not a prop anymore, Danny, so steady there...

I cannot believe you got this car.

-I wanted this car so bad. -Did you?

How much did you want it, Danny?

Of all the cars I've driven on screen, this the only car I wanted to possess.

-Is that right, did you crave it? -Yeah.

-Did you yearn for it? -Yeah.

-Did you dream about it? -I longed for it.

Do you know what? It's yours. Come, let's have lunch.

-What? -It's yours.

Come on!

-Alright. -Do you like kebabs?

-What's in the bag? -Nothing.

So you're carrying an empty bag?

-You nicked the Margaux, didn't you? -Nicked is a little bit strong.

We're leaving half the bottle of Margaux on a plane?

So you're the doggie bag man?

Do you have any idea what it costs?

He has no idea how much it costs. Short arms, long pockets.

Room keys.

Be down here in 60 minutes. We have to track the Libyan.

What are you doing? That's my key.

I know it is. I also know you've given yourself the biggest room.

How do you know I haven't already switched them?

Fuck off, Nathan. You haven't got a pair of wits for that.*

I can't believe it. I'm in the car with the actor.

Is the back end still bulletproof? It feels a little squirrly.

Oh, yeah, you need selling points.

Tell me, how did the leap from millionaire to billionaire changed you.

Right, interesting question.

And I imagine, my cue to say money doesn't make you happier.

But I'll tell you what, Danny. It fucking does.

It does. I'm really happy now. And a nicer person too.

I worry about things, I worry about the world, I worry about war orphans.

You don't strike me as a worrier, Greg.

You don't strike me as someone who drives like a little girly, but you do.

Oh, is that how it is?

Slow down, Danny Francesco! You're driving me into my dreams!

Everything alright, Michaela?

Yeah, oh, my God, this place is massive.

And wow, this piece is beautiful. "Mimar Sinan."

-Are you looking for your room? -Yes!

-My room is... that way. -It's actually the other way.

Of course.

Down the corridor turn right and it's on your left.

That massage was so good, by the way. You should join us next time.

-Turn right. -Right. Got it.

Okay, I'll see you later.

-Qasim zapped.* -Do we follow him?

Not yet.

Looks like he's en route for a coffee.

-Oh, hello. How does he do it?* -Mike?

Doesn't matter how he's done it. He's done it.

It's Mike, isn't it?

How's he getting his information?

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

Loud and clear.

-How are we getting on? -Looping monitor...

They have some of adolescent firewall.

It'll take me about a minute to perforate it.

Done.

It's like he's got enough of that paper. Qasim's off and Mike's going with him.

-Are we following? -No, let Mike play that game.

-My money's on the paper. -Whatever you say, boss.

Want an ice cream?

-And I am in. -Great.

-What's he buying? -Hold on.

I've picked up a file sent by Qasim. He's using RSA encryption.

-That's disappointing. -What?

It looks like Greg's up to no good. But... Not spectacularly no good, just no good.

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

Greg is buying containers of stolen AK-47s.

Yes, very funny. Now seriously, what is it?

I am serious.

We've got it wrong. See for yourself.

Oh, hello. We've seen him before.

-Shall we? -I get the ice creams, you get the wheel.

Can't be, Sarah. All that fuss over 30 million dollars worth of guns?

It's too small of a crime for two bigger players.

If it's a cover it's a very good one.

It's enough evidence to feel his collar, but not enough to choke him with it.

Understood, but there is nothing linking this deal to the Handle.

Poo. Alright, get out of there and get back as soon as you can.

Let me just dig a bit deeper

and find some evidence we can hold over him for a rainy day.

Okay, but be quick.

-Orson, you there? -What is it?

Time to come in. We were wrong.

It's not the Handle, it's fire arms. We're following the wrong rabbit.

You go back to bed, leave this with me.

Sarah showed me proof. Forget it. We're done.

I don't think so. We're back with our old friend, Ben Harris.

If Greg has Ben involved, there's no way that this deal is about guns.

Alright, follow him, but do not engage. I'll let Sarah know we're still in play.

-You got me, JJ? -I've got a lock on you, boss.

-Do we pick him up? -No, cat follows mouse.

-Can you get a lock onto his phone? -Yeah, if you get close enough.

Stay within 50 meters, I can use your phone to lock onto his signal.

Quicker if he uses it.

Get close enough to raise suspicion.

But not too close.*

That'll initiate him activating his phone.

Are we being followed?

BAD SMELL BEHIND ME

He's sent a text. I've blocked it.

I've got him. I've locked on. I've blocked his call.

Can't get through. No signal.

-Deal with that. -Yes, sir.

-Are you lost? -Thank you, sir. Maybe you can help me.

-I'm looking for the harbor. -This way, sir.

Hang on, I've just jammed another message.

We're burned. He's recognized you.

That's strange...

Because according to the map, it says this way.

No, this way, sir.

Amazing, you're absolutely right. Thank you.

You've gotta pick him up. He's gonna run.

Orson, if he gets out of the range I can't block his signal.

Get after him.

He's in the building on the left.

He's 10 meters straight in front of you.

JJ, he's on two wheels, talk to me.

Fifteen meters. Take a right.

-Left or right, JJ? -Sharp left.

He's getting out of range.

JJ, speak to me.

He's stopped moving. He's right in front of you.

-Missed him. Stairs? -Take a right.

Afternoon.

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

They're only stairs, go on, move yourself.

Next time I'll sit in the car, you do the chase.

Let me take a look.

Beautiful. Give me your phone, let me take one for you.

He's still there.

There's no one here.

I'm telling you he's right there. You're on top of his phone now.

Oh, Jesus, what'd you do that for?

Hold on, I'm just pulling up.

There is a body all over the floor 200 feet below me. It's Harris.

Get the phone, the paper. And get the body in the back.

-That's not Ben Harris. -What you mean that's not Ben Harris?

That's Ben Harris.

-Is he in the back? -Yeah, he's in the back.

So, Nathan, can you confirm?

The file Sarah extracted from Greg's computer

was actually the data key that unlocked the Bakker drive,

confirming it is the Handle.

-So what is it? -It's a first of its kind programmable AI.

Our people had hoped it was still in the post.

Now it seems the post has been delivered.

It can hack any system, even other AI programs.

-With what end? -To any end.

It could launch a nuclear strike

and then cover its own tracks pointing the finger at whomever it wants to blame.

Whatever is run by a computer it can control.

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

Yes, but we can at least now confirm

that Aleksander is indeed selling the Handle

with Greg Simmonds brokering the deal for 10 billion dollars.

Confirmed.

Sir, what now?

-When the transaction is gonna take place? -Deal's set for 9 a.m.

Between the newspaper and info extracted from his phone.

Ben Harris was to be picked up from Hotel Amara's lobby

by Alexander's representative.

And taken to the exchange to transfer the escrow.

But he still needs to call Greg to get a 15-digit passcode.

So, inconveniently we do still need Ben Harris.

Could've done without him dying, but still.

Childish.

-Can we make me Ben Harris? -Go on.

They don't know what he looks like.

He guarded his visual identity very closely.

-Mr. Harris? -Yes.

There is a green G-wagon outside. My men will escort you.

I'll do the deal myself.

But you'll have to talk to Greg on the phone.

It's a pleasure to meet with you, Mr. Harris. Your phone, please.

-Anything else? -Nothing else.

-Do you mind? -Please.

I can make you look like him but I can't make you sound like him.

Don't we know someone who can?

I'll tell you what, Danny, Michaela, it's a gift. It is a gift.

My dad had it. It's like a party trick for him.

Didn't matter what it was. Could be a toy, could be a pair of shoes.

He could put his hand on it, shut his eyes and tell you the price.

He'd do $14.99.

He could. He could do that.

Please don't stop on my account. I have to use a little girls room.

Yes, my darling, you know where it is, don't you?

Yes, it's straight past Mimar Sinan and right at Timur.

-She's funny isn't she? -She's great.

You are very lucky.

Right, so roof comes down. Watch this. Roof comes down.

You say: "Relax, relax Mr. Steak."

There, he is all calm now.

Sarah, regrettably Ben Harris has passed away.

-When? -Couple of hours ago.

Orson encouraged him to jump off an extremely tall building.

Poor guy.

Can you make him sound like Harris?

Have you sourced any existing voice recordings?

Yes.

In which case upload them and send them to me and I can do that.

How?

-The vocoder works in real time. -Clever.

That's AI for you, Nathan.

One last thing...

I need you to confirm you still have full access to Aleksander's network?

Confirmed.

Make yourself comfortable. There is water in the door.

-So far, so good. -Okay. Keep in touch, JJ.

Now, you two, you're gonna have to entertain yourselves for an hour.

Cause I gotta make a work call.

That's right. I guess I could use a little nappy poo myself, so...

-I'll join you for your nappy poo. -Yeah?

Change of plan. Danny, you make the work call.

I'll take the nappy poo. Michaela, you join me.

Greggy...

They're going off road. I'm parking up.

He's the real deal. He's supper impressive.

And he's so into you.

I mean, if you're not interested in him I might be.

Fill your boots.

What are you doing?

I need to make Orson sound like Greg's lawyer.

Why?

Because Ben Harris is dead and we need him alive for the arms deal.

Ben Harris is dead? When did that happen? And who killed him?

That's not something you need to worry about.

What you need to worry is how much longer we have until we're found out.

Found out?

I know you're having a billionaire love affair. It's very sweet.

But we have about 20 minutes

before Greg's security blows our fucking brains out.

What do I do?

I suggest you get ready for your next scene.

-Which is? -The getaway.

Right. I know how to do that. Action time.

Right.

-I'll see you in the garage. -Okay, darling.

They will be here soon.

I'm on.

-Sergi. -Boss.

I'm in place.

Mr. Harris, I assume?

-Pleasure to meet you. -Likewise.

Here we are.

Your people have confirmed that the product is authentic.

I present the Handle.

I need my phone.

Yes, Benjamin bunny.

Mr. Simmonds, we're connected.

-Alright. -We're good.

The 15-digit passcode.

A moment of privacy please.

-Emilia... -What is it?

There seems to be some sort of break in on our internet security.

Just waiting for the system to go online.

Hold in.

I've been trying to make it for days.*

It's like someone hacked in but keep dropping in and out.

Who's hacking in?

The signal is coming from within the compound.

Ready for the 15-digit code.

Right, here we go.

Two, six, two.

Harris is transferring now, stand by.

-Update. -It's happening.

Put it here...*

Check the monitors, show me where.

The signal's bouncing all around the server, I can't lock it down.

Squiggly dash, eight, five...

Nine.

Small letter "b" for bullocks...

Five, six...

Five, five, comma...

Big "c" for clit.

-It happened. -Ponytail, 11 o'clock.

Show me Greg's office. I know Greg's in there. Why is it empty?

-Got it? -All done.

Transaction complete.

Ben, hurry home, don't talk to strangers.

Check all communication in and out of the villa in the past 24 hours.

-He doesn't like you. -It's the guard from the villa.

-I'm on him. -Payment confirmed.

-Ten billion. Confirmed. -Confirmed.

-Mazel tov -Confirmed.

Ponytail's lodging a complaint.

-Thank you, Mr. Harris. -Stop!

This is not Ben Harris!

Helicopters! Incoming.

-Shoot him! -JJ?

-Sarah, update. -I'm just unconfirming their confirmation.

-What's happening? -It was confirmed!

JJ, who are these people? Find out.

-Give me a moment. -Thirty seconds!

-I don't understand... -What don't you understand?

It's gone.

Just don't tell me it's Mike.

Understood. Then I won't.

-Who is it? -I'm not allowed to tell you.

Fuck! Give me that fucking radio!

-I have Orson under control. -Get that gun out of my face.

Give me the fucking radio!

-Are you up there in the chopper, Mike? -Orson, you sound upset.

Don't you worry about me, Mike, I'm having a lovely time.

What seems to be the problem, engine trouble?

Don't concern yourself. I'll give you the busfare home.

My boys will take over from here.

Come on...

Who are you?

Who are you, Michaela?

How did you do it?

This thing between us.

Is strong, innit?

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

They say the gods would be furious if you put it out.

But you know what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to put it out, Michaela because of Danny.

He's a friend and I respect him.

And it's the right thing to do. I'm sorry if that disappoints you.

No, it's fine. I'll see you at dinner.

Find any survivors. Tie them up, beat them up, bring them here.

I will be back in the air asap.

Orson, you know why I'm here. Let's not make this any messier than it needs to be.

So don't be a bad girl. Just surrender my prize.

You want it so bad, you get your ass down here and get it yourself.

I have people to do that for me.

Ah, here he is. Keeping a safe distance as usual?

You're a spineless, jellyfish Mike.

-Yatom, get the case. -I'm on it.

Go on, it's yours. You're not taking it. I'm giving it to you.

What the heck? What's this?

-He's got a gun. He's got a gun. -It's okay. Relax, relax.

Oh, it's a selfie! Okay!

Who is gonna tell me what's going on?

We think they hacked into our secure server.

It's not that secure then, is it?

It's worse than that I'm afraid.

Whoever you think you were on the phone to before you weren't.

-Ready for the 15-digit passcode. -What are you on about, that's Ben.

Ready for the 15-digit passcode.

You stop Danny Francesco and whoever the fuck that is. Do it now!

Do it now!

-Get after that car. Bring them back to me! -Understood.

-We good? -Yes, we got it.

Check the case, John.

You have the case, so why are we on our knees?

You won't be on your knees for long, my friend.

Orson, there's something strange going on up here.

-It's good, boss. -Good.

The temperature's changed.

Mike's gone rogue, he's executed the Ukrainian.

-We got what we need, Connors? -Yes, boss.

Kill Orson.

-They're gonna kill you now. -Shoot them first then.

I'm not just good with dogs.

Tardy.

There's a chopper with a dead pilot up here.

-I'll meet you there. -Incoming.

-Nathan? -Yes.

Nathan, we're being chased by Greg's security.

Then get unchased.

Good news, the back is bulletproof, bad news, I can't control the back end.

-You any good in one of these? -It's been a while.

But I'll feel my way. It's only a chopper.

Feeling my way.

You think you could put your foot down?

-What are you gonna do with that? -I'm gonna shoot at them, Danny.

I think I can help you out with that.

I'm outta bullets.

-Nathan, are you there? -Yes. What is it?

Your friend Mike appeared again, but this time he's turned.

Turned?

He's executed the Ukrainians and taken the AI.

Going after him in a chopper.

Did the other two get out okay?

Don't worry about them. They can take care of themselves.

The road's closed!

What happened?

Cover's blown, Greg's security are in pursuit.

You just focus on retrieving the case from Mike.

-Find out where they are. -Already on it. Two minutes south west.

They're going in the tunnel.

Do you know how to use these rocket launchers?

Can't be too complicated.

F for forward, R for rocket.

I think we're in trouble here.

Oops.

I think R is for rear.

I think I've worked that out now, thank you, JJ.

Let's hope there's two more seats in that chopper.

Knighton has confirmed, Mike is not working for any government.

He's been working independently.

-Ain't that a surprise? -You need to track him down.

You track him down, we're going back to Greg's.

-We are? -You are?

-We are? -We are? I can't go back to Greg's.

Danny, nothing to worry about, JJ is taking care of you.

Sit down, Danny.

You might wanna see Greg but I don't think Greg wants to see you.

That's where you're wrong, Nathan.

I am exactly who he wants to see.

He knows Sarah downloaded enough information on him

to throw away the key.

I'll find some evidence we can hold over him for a rainy day.

So, Greg now works for us.

JJ, tell Greg we're coming in. We have an offer he can't refuse.

He'd be expecting the call.

-Whatever you say, boss. -Can we drop me off first?

Nothing to worry about, Danny. Greg's in love with you.

-Would you buckle up? -Sit down, Danny.

If you are wondering whether I'm feeling something of a tit,

the answer is yes, I am.

-Is it humiliating, Emilia? -Yes.

Do we still think we can maybe make a deal?

-Yes. -Yes, we do.

Which is not to take away from the genius of your plan,

Orson Fortune.

That is a sexy name. It is.

You must fancy him a bit. Fake Michaela...

I still fancy you a bit.

But what you've done using him as bait.

Celebrity Trojan horse. That's brilliant. It's classy.

Not so classy though is your competitor, Mike,

comes barreling in, pretending to be mister law in order.

Steals your thunder and potentially my commission.

-You can keep your commission, Gregory. -Oh yeah?

Oh, yeah. You can keep your commission, you can keep your reputation,

your liberty...

Because you're gonna donate your said commission

to your favorite charity, Orphans of War.

Oh... Am I?

-Who's your buyer, Greg? -I never reveal my buyers, Orson.

-Emilia, tell them. -You remember Trent and Arnold?

Would you care to meet Trent and Arnold.

-The biotech billionaire friends? -Yeah, that's it.

As we speak they are using your precious programmable AI

the Handle, I believe you call it,

in conjunction with a concept of satellites.

Enjoying the view from up here.

Purpose - to trip up the world's banking system.

So that's why they're buying up 40 billion dollars worth of gold

while simultaneously trying to cover their tracks?

That's exactly it, Orson.

By the time they are finished

gold is the only thing you'll be able to buy a sticky book with.

-You're taking us there, Greg. -I could.

And I reckon I can get through the door

because I've got something they can't ignore,

namely a comprehensive insurance policy.

But I do worry about your invitation.

Trent and Arnold have rented themselves a very nasty little private army.

You let me worry about that.

Just one last thing.

I would kill to see you in action.

Oh, Danny...

How can I say no?

So, what are they going to do with this Handle?

The Handle would be a financial atomic bomb.

It will create a digital glitch in a world's banking system.

May last only a few minutes,

but that will be enough for trust to evaporate in conventional markets.

Gold will, like always...

would be the only remaining currency with any credibility.

Its value rising exponentially.

Anarchy would follow while the world reorganizes itself.

Well, Nathan... now it's time for your man to prove his worth.

Clear the room.

-Anita. -Yes, Mr. Knighton.

Get the PM on the line.

And the bird is up. We'll have eyes soon.

And Greg and Danny have arrived.

The floor is yours. Method?

Blitzkrieg. Get them before they count the first body.

I like it.

-I'll cover you. There are blind spots. -That's what the birds for, JJ.

JJ... shoot straight.

Leave it with me, boss.

-How are you feeling? -Good.

-Nervous? -No.

Remember your lines? You only got two.

-Did you got the bit about the lights? -Yes.

One more thing, Danny. Lose the shades.

And we are back.

With four guards by the pagoda. I am blocking their comms.

Blocked.

I have the two on the right.

Hello, boys. Hello.

A lot of very serious faces down here.

You remember those two, don't you? Trent and Arnold.

And one of you...

You are Mike, is that right?

Well played, Mike.

A bit naughty for a government contractor, but we are where we are.

Moving on.

Two more ahead. I'll take one o'clock.

The purpose of this visit is... Danny?

You never paid Mr. Simmonds' commission.

We were paying for you to deliver but you didn't.

-Mike did. You failed. -That's a bit weak, isn't it, Trent?

Because I wasn't paid to deliver

I was paid to supply and I think I have supplied, have I, Danny?

-Orson, take a left through the hedges. -Two on the j.*

Now you're clear.

Do we really have to listen to this?

You will listen to this, and here's the reason.

I don't wanna patronize you. I'm not a patronizing person.

But you three, one, two, three, you are quite new to this game, aren't you?

And there' is a reason why no one, and I do mean no one

not Mr. Hussein, not Mr. Gaddafi, not Mr. Escobar...

and that's before I start dropping names,

why none of them have ever refused to pay me.

Have you got me? -Going dark.

-Repositioning, let me find you. -In the Can-Am.

Behind me on a horizon I think you'll see an old derelict 1960s hotel.

Need demolition.

Now you could do that with, I don't know, what, 30-40 pounds of Semtex,

is that about right, Mike?

Silence and darkness retained. And you've got two more guards up top.

Or you could do it with, lights please, Danny.

One AGM-65 Maverick missile.

Very much like this one, in three, two, one...

What happened there then?

Let's do that again. In three, two, one...

Wait, wait... There's more.

Here we are. I think we're done now.

Danny, the lights again, please.

What are you trying to convey with this illustration, Mr. Simmonds?

What I'm trying to convey, Mike, is how little you boys understand

of the new world which you find yourselves in.

I would've thought it was obvious that I'd have some kind of insurance.

And I do. Danny, give them the papers.

You'll see in the left hand column

there's a list of names and addresses of people

that I believe you hold near and dear.

Take the service elevator, one level down.

And he's in. Phase two. Let's move.

In the right hand column there's a very exact time

for when those people will be...

-What's the nice word for it, Danny? -Uh... eviscerated.

That's not very nice word, is it?

But it's not gonna happen

because I'm very confident that within five minutes...

And five minutes is all you have as the countdown has started.

And the only thing that will stop it...

is a phone call from my business manager...

telling me that my money has been transferred to my account.

So from this point it's out of my hands and into yours.

Danny, let's go and have a drink. Come on.

Bye, boys.

-I'm giving him the money. -Mike, that's my mom, there! Jean!

That's the most impressive thing I've seen a man do.

Really? Really?

Get the transfer done now!

-We were set up to make a payment anyway. -So get it done now!

He's bluffing.

Those explosions didn't look like a bluff to me.

Turns out there's a reason they call him the dark angel of merciless death, Mike.

Listen to me. He's bluffing.

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

You can forget your commission, Mike. It's going to Simmonds.

You're a useless pair of silicon tits. Let me handle this.

Back off!

You handling it put us in this mess.

I'm not interested in what you have to say, Mike!

Now back the fuck off!

Backing off.

Backing off.

Everybody, calm down. Calm down.

Mike looks upset.

-Orson, how are you doing? -Still alive, still moving upwards.

Greg left with a movie star, seems like things are getting a bit heated in there.

-Chris, progress report. -It's happening. 30 seconds.

They are doing the transferring now.

That's a billion dollars to your Orphans of war.

-We'll be okay. -We won't be okay.

Did you see what happened out there? You think that's okay?

I am in their system. I have all their content details.

I can move all their money.

Truth is I am better than them and you don't need them anymore.

It was your fucking idea to get involved with a fucking weapons dealer.

We have a problem and we have to deal with it.

There were explosions going off on the fucking horizon--

-Is it safe to go in? -Hard to tell, but there is nobody moving.

Bit of a mess in here, whizz-kid.

I found the case, JJ.

Just checking.

Looks good, boss.

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

Don't do it, Mike.

Leave it where it lies.

Orson, I need the case. I need the fucking case!

If you want it so bad, Mike, you can fucking have it.

-What's you got in the case? -Our wages.

Is that Nathan with his army to get us out of here?

That's not Nathan you can hear.

That's Knighton's black ops incoming, a little bit late as usual.

Nathan abandoned us.

Apparently he has something more important to do.

Of course he did.

He sent the BPJ.

He's in Doha. Apparently there's been another incident.

But he told me to tell you not to panic,

he has all of your medicinal requirements on board.

-Did you bring a corkscrew? -I'll be your corkscrew, baby.

Of course you will. Jump, we're going on a holiday.*

I suppose you all feeling quite pleased with yourselves?

It's impossible to feel pleased with ourselves on the wages that you pay.

I have some good news.

Since your last escapade was such a success...

Don't let it go to your heads.

I have another job for you. And this time the money is spectacular.

I don't care how spectacular it is, I'm going on a holiday.

-That's yours. -Where are we going, darling?

Don't know, and I don't care.

As long as it's hot, expensive and he's paying.

-We're taking the jet. -Take it. Go wherever you want. Go mad.

Enjoy the snow, enjoy the beaches. It's all on me.

As long as you're back in 36 hours.

-Two weeks. -Orson!

I'm not great at skiing. I like the beach.

I don't care where we go as long as I'm drunk.

-Fine, 48 hours! -Ten days.

-You're killing me! 96 hours! -A week.

And Orson, we need the necklaces and watches you stole from the Ukrainians.

Their government wants them back.

Too late. I've sold them. I've invested the money.

We are now in a movie business.

See you next Tuesday.

Hold on... Orson!

Wait, what movie business?

It better not involve Danny Francesco and his fiance Greg Simmonds.

You were paying to deliver, but you didn't. Mike did. You failed.

Yeah, it's a bit naughty, Mr. Yamamoto.

I'm not paid to deliver, I'm paid to supply.

Now, there's a very good reason why no one, and I mean no one.

Not Mr. Hussein, not Mr. Gadaffi, not Mr. Escobar...

And that's before I start dropping names.

Behind me on a horizon there's a derelict monastery,

in need of demolition.

How are we going to do that?

We could use 50-60 pounds of Semtex, does that sound about right, Mr. Yamamoto?

Or we could use one single AMG-65 Maverick missile.

Very much like this.

Going in three, two, one...

Fucking amateur. Maxie, where is the VFX, Maxie?

-Come on, man, I can't work like this. -Sorry, I'll get it fixed.

-Barney, can you get me Guy? -Cut the camera. Reset everybody.

What do you think of that one, Greggy?

I'll be honest with you. For me it was very very moving.

That was beautiful, Danny.

-That one? -That one.

I don't know, that was not my best take.

Did you like that one?

I love that take because you're smiley but you're scary too.

Yeah, but look at my hair, it's off. It just feels like it's off.

-There. And there. Brilliant. -I think we can do another one.

-Go on then. Off you go. -Guys!

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