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[person] Nathan.

How are you, old man?

[Nathan] Very good. Thank you, Mr. Knighton.

You look like the walking dead.

Yes. Well, I'm always a little bit cold

when I've just got out of bed.

Perhaps you can tell me why I've been summoned,

8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning?

Well, if you'd care to study the film, you'll see that two nights ago,

some heavily guarded cargo was ambushed outside a facility in Johannesburg,

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?

[Knighton] No. That is the mystery.

But our analysts in intelligence reported

it very quickly became extremely popular with the wrong sort of people.

And with a price tag of around ten billion,

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

[newsreaders reporting]

It's been given the 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 mercurial threat.

A courier on a bicycle in congested traffic,

not the official team.

They'd take forever to wade through the administration,

and the clock doth ticketh.

So, who will be heading up your team?

Oh, 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 the rehabilitation in the Maldives

because of cloudo-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 the very bicycle courier you require.

Where is he?

Well, it's funny you should say that, sir.

He is on one of his, uh, 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 all right, Orson? No, it's not.

I'm supposed to be on holiday,

and you're supposed to be 4,000 miles in that direction.

Actually, it's 3,000 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 for 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.

You're going home.

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, we'll 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 is file B.

That's the list of nefarious potential buyers

whose interests have been aroused.

We don't know what was stolen.

That remains a mystery for you to solve. [sighs]

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.

We've got the plane.

The BBJ, this year's model.

And all your medicinal requirements.

'82, '96, 2004.

Marinate.

And I'll see you in two minutes.

[Knighton] Fine. So Orson will be heading your team.

Will you be using John, the comms man?

-[Nathan] Ah, sadly not, sir. -Isn't he the best?

Well, he might be good... [sighs]

...but he turned out to be something of a duplicitous snake.

He went over to Mike Hook's team.

[Knighton] Ah, Mike, the competition.

Yes. Just on that note, sir, 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.

[Nathan] Very good, sir.

-Afternoon, Lucinda. -Sir.

Oh, I was starting to worry.

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.

Isn't this my medicinal requirement?

[Nathan] Yes.

Thirsty, were ya?

Party for one, like all your parties?

Is it the usual team?

Minus John. Where's John?

-John 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. -Will you pay me more?

No.

You're above that grubby 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. -That's because she's an American.

"She."

Lucinda, bring the 2004 Haut-Brion, please.

Ah.

I'll help myself to a beer.

[Nathan] 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 footmen?

Yes, this young man, JJ Davies.

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

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

They are both two comprehensive footmen, the perfect all-rounders.

Isn't that JJ? What's he doing here?

He's joined the team.

He's a good kid, but isn't he a bit green?

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

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

Don't put your fingers near his mouth.

-JJ. -Sir.

Mr. Fortune, meet Miss Fidel.

[sighs] Miss Fidel.

Your Highness.

Apparently, you're the new John.

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

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

[Orson sighs]

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. [chuckles]

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 we got?

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'll control the turntables, you control the dance floor.

Like to dance?

I liked John.

We'll send him some flowers on your behalf.

[airport announcer speaking Spanish]

[sighs] Got anything yet?

Okay, I'm getting somewhere very slowly.

Still dialing in. Can you hear it?

[imitates dial tone]

Do you actually know how to use a computer?

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

Nathan, we've been here three hours, and my feet are hurting.

She's your responsibility. She slips up, it's on you.

I hired her. I trust her.

We have a three-hour window, okay?

He's gotta be with us soon.

In fact, on cue.

-Think I got him. -About time.

[Sarah] Hiding in that crocodile should be the drive.

What's on the drive? [whispers] We don't know.

[Nathan] Orson, just remember he's a bagman.

A retired professor, not a threat or a black belt in Mogadishu.

[Orson] I'll try not to frighten him to death.

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

[Orson] Whiz 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'll play, remember?

Jane, he's heading your way.

In position.

JJ, take the B stairs.

He passing me now, heading to coffee shop.

[Sarah] He's all yours.

[Taser fires]

I still see you in position. Jane, respond.

Jane?

Wakey-wakey, whiz 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 ratty?

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?

[Nathan] Can't be. I would know.

[Sarah] Okay, that's odd.

Either it's a glitch in the network or someone's--

someone is very good.

In my experience, it's seldom the network.

Who could do that?

[sighs] 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 toad Mike is too.

Stand by.

[cell phone rings, beeps] Nathan.

[Nathan] Mike isn't on a different job, is he, sir?

Or is it a coincidence that his team is at 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 competing.

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've resolved the glitch. We're going back live.

[Orson] JJ, change of policy.

Don't go in, go out. Exit door F pincer.

On it, boss.

You have two inbound, 8:00 and six o'clock.

Understood.

Just tell me they haven't tasered the girls.

Uh... Oh, yes, tasered.

Let me feel your rhythm, whiz kid.

Count me in. [Sarah] Three, two, one.

[grunting]

[grunts]

[choking]

Take a deep breath. That's right.

[grunts]

[Sarah] Our man is en route to exit.

Main gate departures. Two B's in pursuit.

[Orson] I'm on it. I'm exiting through the parallel doors.

[speaking Spanish]

[Sarah] He's moving to taxi 49502.

-Nathan, you're needed. -Incoming.

[Sarah] JJ, your location?

[JJ] Exiting through east parallel doors.

-Señor? Hola, señor. -Mr. Bakker.

Oh, no, no, no. I cannot come with you.

[JJ] Two more B's posing in the car.

-[Bakker] No, no, please. -Come with us.

[speaking Spanish] [Bakker] What's going on?

[grunting]

Heart. Heart. Heart.

[Nathan] JJ, wheel.

[Bakker] Heart.

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

-Keeps saying he's hot. -No, no. Heart.

Loosen his tie.

[breathes heavily]

He doesn't feel very hot.

He's not hot, you idiots.

He has a heart condition.

We have two of them in pursuit.

[Sarah] The drive will be encrypted, but I can clone it remotely.

Connect me to the hard drive.

[Bakker breathing heavily]

We're roadblocked.

They have my wife. They will kill her.

[brakes screech]

[Orson] JJ, lock the doors.

[team shouting]

There's a dozen of them, fully armed.

[team member] Get out! Get out of the vehicle, now!

[Sarah] I need more time.

I need another 20 seconds.

[revving]

They don't know me, my face.

You go to the Duchess. Table 12, 6:00 p.m.! Save my wife!

[Bakker grunting, panting]

Four.

Three... two...

Open the door!

[Sarah] I've got it. Let it go.

We're gonna need a shovel.

-Nathan. -Mike.

Nice of you to knock.

-Orson. -Mike.

That belong to me?

What'd he do to our friend here?

You scared him to death, Mike.

It's good, sir.

Second mouse always gets the cheese, mmm?

Yeah. Let's go.

[Sarah] The drive is good, but it's scrambled. [sighs]

Without the data key, it's useless.

So our best option, deliver the drive

and find out who the buyer is.

[sighs]

[Sarah] 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?

This for me?

[distorted speech]

Have a good evening.

[Sarah] Think I got him.

He's coming back as Ben Harris.

[Orson] Ben Harris.

He's the lawyer/consigliere to Greg Simmonds.

Who's Greg Simmonds?

He's a billionaire arms dealer.

-Only plays in the top tier. -Greg Simmonds.

Interested in selling 9-mils to kids. He's selling Tomahawks to terrorists.

He's impossible to catch. Very elusive.

He only uses Ben Harris on his biggest deals.

And if he's turned up in person, speaks for itself.

[Sarah] Oh, hello. This might be useful.

Greg's hosting a charity event in Cannes.

[Orson] Well, that's convenient, 'cause we're also going to Cannes.

[Sarah] Seems he loves an orphan.

[Orson] Well, he wants to. He made enough of them.

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

LA?

[sighs] When I put my head down, we were heading to the south of France.

So, can someone please tell me why we're 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?

[tires screeching]

[Danny] Goddamn it! [film crew] Stunt failed. Reset.

I do the stunts, you shoot the money.

Wake up, everybody!

[gunshots]

Chad, get out of the fucking car!

Greg Simmonds's 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 ten-million-dollar offer

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

[Orson] 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. Power of "no."

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

I think we've got something.

Blackmail?

[chuckles] Yeah, blackmail.

Hmm. Ruse de guerre.

Very good. Carry on.

[Orson] So, how are you gonna play this?

[Sarah] I found some spectacular dirt

on the infamous movie producer Saul Goldstein,

so I pulled him in to help us.

I asked Saul to lure Danny to Vegas

under the premise of a five-picture deal.

But as Greg is hosting his charity fundraising event

that we would like to attend,

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

Huh. Creative work.

So what have we got on Danny Francesco?

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

Told you she was good.

[Orson] Leave this with me.

[laughing] Fucking Jesus.

Fucking Swedish.

You kill me, Saul!

Oh, Saul. You're a fabulous producer.

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

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

But a Swedish accent, Saul?

Come on, I'm an American!

I can't do an accent. Hello, Natasha.

Danny's not gonna need you on this flight.

Uh, really? Yeah. One 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 want to contradict you, Danny, but we all have to do our bit.

I'm sorry.

I thought 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.

[chuckles]

I'm sorry, kid.

They had something on me too.

[laughs] Okay, Saul, where are you going? Saul--

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're go-- This is-- -See you soon.

Saul, don't you dare leave the--

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 in a scene.

Please, sit down.

[slurps, exhales deeply]

Are you a patriot?

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

Okay. Let me give it to you a different way.

The world needs you for your 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.

[slurps]

I actually love my sister-in-law.

Yes, Danny. You've made that quite evident.

[breathing deeply]

It turns out everyone thinks you're a superstar, Danny.

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

Uh-- [clears throat] Stop.

I don't think I can do this.

No, no, no. Danny.

Nope. Danny.

Trust yourself.

No need to be nervous.

[shakily] No reason to be nervous? They're only killers.

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

Fundamentally, there's no difference.

[scoffs] [Orson] What do you think an agent does?

They act. And no one acts better than you, Danny.

The best agents are stars,

and 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.

Well, that and the fact that I didn't jump out of a cake for $10 million.

[breathes shakily]

Okay. [sighs]

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.

[shuddering, grunting]

Okay. [clears throat] I'm ready.

Let's go to work.

[crowd chattering, laughing]

[Orson on radio] Walking on set.

Good.

Remember, you're 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.

I-- But I've never played myself. You can do this.

[auctioneer] Ladies and gentlemen... Danny.

...lot number 4 from the Quintess Collection

is a pair of diamond and sapphire earrings.

And a round of applause, please, for Sir Jonathan Mendes

for the winning bid of $258,000.

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

What's that funny cancer? Um...

Is there a funny cancer?

Can't remember what it was. It was something like cock cancer.

And he, uh-- He, uh...

-What? -Will someone pinch me, please?

Pinch you? Why? 'Cause I think I'm dreaming.

Is that...

Is that Danny Francesco?

D'you know what? I'm a little bit excited.

Oh, I do love Danny Francesco.

Everyone loves Danny Francesco.

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

Good evening. Ah, good evening.

-[Claudia] Hi. -Nah, I'll tell you what...

Danny, you like this-- Do you like this piece?

[clicks tongue] Love it.

[Nathan] It's one thing utilizing the expense account

because you have "psychological" issues.

It's another thing bankrupting the department.

What's he doing here?

Was that you, Benjamin Bunny?

Not guilty, Mr. Simmonds.

It was you, wasn't it?

It's a surprise, sir.

Ah, how much is that fabulous item?

Lot number 15.

-$1.5 million. -Ooh.

Lot number 15 from the Habsburg collection. You like it, Danny?

It's wonderful. 1.5 million, you say, eh?

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.

Compliments of Mr. Simmonds.

He's a big fan.

Mr. Danny Francesco.

Look at you.

The one and only, the legend.

You're very kind. No, no. I'm Greg Simmonds.

And I wanna thank you very much

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

-Thank you. -Well, listen.

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

No, no, you can, and you can for two reasons.

One, you deserve it.

Two, it's a fundraiser.

[laughs]

Speaking of which, would you care to meet

Trent and Arnold, who are both in biotech?

I don't wanna be vulgar, but 22 billion, 17 billion.

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

And they're both sponsoring tonight's event.

Hey. Big fan.

Oh, thank you. Great cause.

We try, you know.

Orphans. War.

-Mm-hmm. -Oh, oh, oh. [clears throat]

Let me introduce to you the... [stammers] ...the lovely Michaela.

Well, what an absolute pleasure.

[chuckles] Pleasure's all mine.

And can I just say-- Are we allowed to say these things now?

Wow. Wow. [Sarah chuckles]

Wow. [Greg] Wow.

Hello. What's your name?

-Ah, Charlie Rosewood. -Hello, Charlie.

[clears throat] My business manager, Charlie Rosewood.

Oh, yeah? Are you sure?

You don't look like a business manager.

Books, covers.

Oh, yeah. Well, big book, aren't ya?

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. -[chuckles]

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

Uh, no tax benefits, so no chance.

And, uh, Danny doesn't like kids.

-Oh. -[stammers]

-[laughs] -[softly] He was kidding.

-[chuckles] -[laughs] Well, you're not wrong.

Actually, we've got two of the war orphans here tonight,

-and they're really annoying. -[laughs]

I don't want to be pushy, but there's a lot of

very interesting people at this party,

and I would-- I'd-- [phone buzzing]

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

I would love you to meet some of them.

[Danny stammers] Well, I--

Mr. Simmonds, I would love to.

I just-- I'm actually quite shy.

Danny, it's the least you can do.

Mr. Simmonds here, he just spent 1.5 million on you.

Well-- 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?

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

Minus the "tail."

[clicks tongue, laughs] She's--

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 are gonna wash your mouth out. Come on, Danny.

[auctioneer] A generous donation of...

[phone buzzing]

So I grab him by the balls... Yeah, yeah.

...and I say, "If you speak to her like that again,

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

And I feel something. I feel a little lump. Yeah.

Two days later, he's diagnosed with testicle cancer.

Oh, my God.

A year later, he wins his first Tour de France.

[laughing]

I love that. [Danny] Yeah?

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

[Greg] Yeah. Yes.

Go on, then. Give us some more. [clears throat]

-How are we gonna get to his cell? -His guard still has it.

We've been watching her. Go find her.

[scoffs] One for the footman then.

Really? Why can't you do it?

You wanted to be more than a whiz 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 all the monkey business. That's it. Flip, flip.

I'll get yours, Michaela, while you go to the powder room.

Oh, thank you so much.

It's not so much magic. Just a little practice.

I could do that. Give me ten minutes...

While I powder my nose, what will 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, uh, I'll do mine.

Okay, sweetheart.

[slaps butt]

Go on, then. Give us some more.

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

[Danny] Well, this is gonna knock your socks off.

[auctioneer] Lot number 6 from the Delamont collection

is the one-of-a-kind blue sapphire...

Where am I going?

[JJ]

Yes, thank you. I know. Where is it?

Keep going and then turn left at the end.

[JJ]

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 hairs.

[Mike] 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.

[Nathan] 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?

[Mike] You still running operations out of the back of your garage?

At least I have an operation. [phone ringing]

[Nathan] There's a difference between you needing an operation

and me having an operation.

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

Outclassed as usual.

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

Stay out of my way.

[Sarah] Let's be a good little buggy.

Okay, what do I do now?

[JJ]

Emilia's in the room the other side of that wall.

I can get a lock if you stand there.

[JJ]

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

JJ, who is this guy?

[JJ]

Hurry up 'cause I'm on him.

[Sarah] Okay, the phone's on now.

[breathing deeply]

-Can I help you? -[gasps]

Oh, hi. [chuckles]

I was just looking at this painting.

[Ben] Oh.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Michaela.

I'm here with Danny Francesco.

That's it. I, uh-- 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's collection.

-No way. -Yeah. This is actually an original Rhed.

Wow. Rhed with an H.

[chuckles] Wow.

You really know your stuff. That's pretty esoteric.

Do you work in the arts?

No, I'm just an enthusiast.

[JJ]

Keep him talking.

I'm always curious about the philosophical details

behind a collector's motivation.

Mmm. We delving somewhere deep here?

I don't know. Are we?

[JJ]

[Orson] All right, 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?

[Vincent]

Relax. Mike cannot hear this conversation.

-Here you go, Mike. You'll enjoy this. -Vincent.

[Vincent, distorted]

[donkey braying on radio] Vincent.

[JJ]

Who's Mike? [chuckles]

We can play that game if you wanna,

but one way or another,

you're gonna swim to the shore.

Vincent. [chickens crowing, clucking]

Please continue. Well, I'm interested in... [sighs]

...the paradox of dualistic motivation.

He will try and bribe you. Don't listen. [sheep bleating]

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

or with your face intact...

and this watch on your wrist.

[Sarah] The canvas should be a portal

into the abstract, infinite, life-transcendent,

which, of course, gives creative expression its inner value.

Mike? Check in, Mi--

[pigs grunting, squealing]

Fuck you, Orson.

Check in.

[Ben] Where's the paradox?

The-- The paradox is that there is beauty in the filth.

What else have you got? Good question.

I admire a man with a strong sense of self-preservation.

[sighs]

However, there is a limit.

[grunts]

[panting]

What was wrong with the watch?

[grunting, panting]

[screams]

The most beautiful roses come from the ugliest manure.

[chuckles] I feel like I'm on the couch.

[grunts]

[grunts]

You still got a minute to go.

Anyway, it's a theory.

I have no idea if it has any credibility.

Where'd you get that from? Have you got one for me?

[grunting]

[screams, grunts]

[grunting]

Vincent. [sighs] One more chance...

while your nose is still straight.

[grunting]

[groans]

What's it in? [panting]

Left or the right?

[grunts]

[sighs]

It was the right.

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

-Yes, Sarah. -[Nathan] Good work. Wrap it up.

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

I'm gonna head back.

Great chatting with you.

What's your name again?

Michaela. Mm-hmm. Michaela.

Have a great night. You too.

What's next for Danny Francesco?

My next film role? Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I'm playing a mysterious, self-made billionaire

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

Well, that's a bit spooky, isn't it?

You just described me.

I don't-- Idea-- Danny, shush.

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

and, you know, do your research, find your character, all that?

Charlie?

Michaela. Success?

Of course. Success? Success.

Be with you shortly.

Well, 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 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?

-Ooh. -And Danny gets to pick up some tips.

Shadow me, you know.

Do whatever I do.

Whatever I do do. What do I do?

We'll find out. You will.

[chuckles] 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? [chuckles] -[chuckles] Oh. Yeah.

Gregory, how are you?

Oh, Lord. Look who's here.

[speaking Ukrainian]

[in English] Well, we've been waiting for you to introduce us to Danny Francesco.

Of course you have. Danny, I'd like you to meet my very good friends

Alexander and Natalya,

and big Yiv... Alexander.

...and the sulky Katya... Yes.

...and somewhat scary Dimitry.

Dimitry, nice to meet you. Yes.

[chuckles] Man, I'm such a fan, you know.

Uh, you mind if I, uh... Selfie?

Yes. Selfie time. Let's do it.

Yeah. Be gentle with him. Yes, um...

Go on, then. Danny, please.

-Yes. -This way. Yeah, good.

Wait. Wait, wait. Yes. Yeah, good. [chuckles] Good. Uh...

This is fantastic. Okay. Everyone, just-- Yeah.

Why don't you just crowd around a little tighter.

They're like piranhas, aren't they? Yeah.

Now, that is a feeding frenzy.

Another one. Whoa! Okay.

Wait. Not finished yet. No, I think we got it.

He's gonna come out of there a skeleton.

[Alexander, Danny laughing]

[Danny] Very, very nice to meet you.

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

[all laugh]

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.

Oh, 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.

[clicks tongue] Well-- No. Shush, 'cause I'm talking.

I think you're a free spirit.

I'm not sure what that means. [chuckles]

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

You remember in this movie when you were a kick-ass bad guy?

You're so good. I get some--

Come here.

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

Allow me to show it to you.

[scoffs] Eh?

Hmm? [crowd laughing, shouting]

[scoffs] [Orson] Michaela.

Hello, Charlie. Yes.

Does our superstar need rescuing? Great. Yes.

Hey, Danny. Shall we?

Michaela. Mmm.

Think about what I said, yeah? Mmm.

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

I gotta take him away before you three birds

chew the meat off his bones.

[all laughing]

-Danny, take my hand. -Danny. Come on, please!

Oh! [speaking Ukrainian]

[in English] Hey, Danny, stay! Come on!

-Hey, man. I love you. -[Yiv] Danny, come back.

-We love you so much. -[Yiv] Come on.

Danny, you're my man. Man, I love you, man.

Look, these beautiful pictures. Ah, look.

[Alexander] Ha! Dimitry, your tongue is hanging out,

and your hand is on his cock.

Danny, you should be proud of yourself.

[sighs] Yeah, looks like we may be 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.

[Nathan on radio] Congratulations, team. A successful evening.

Debrief at 0700. Good work.

[radio crackles] [Alexander on radio] Well, well, Greg.

[Greg] Well, Alexander,

at your new, improved summer sale price

that is the $10 billion...

-we have a deal. -[slaps leg]

Fantastic! [chuckles, snorts]

So, who's buying?

[Greg] No, 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.

[chuckles] We should celebrate now.

We should. Uh, Emilia.

Get one of them really stupid bottles of vodka.

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

You'll love that. [Alexander speaks Ukrainian]

I do wish you'd communicate with your other departments.

Someone is feeding Mike information, inside information.

[Knighton on phone] It doesn't look like Mike is working for anyone in this government.

I'll 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.

Greg Simmonds is brokering the deal.

And who's the buyer?

Still a mystery.

But it won't remain one for long. [call ends]

[typing] [Sarah] Well, 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's gonna melt.

[Nathan] 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.

[Nathan] At least we know that Alexander and his friends are involved.

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

Yeah. 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?

[sighs] Quickest way

is to physically install software on their computers.

You mean break in and install via a thumb drive?

-Yes, that's the most direct way to do it. -This one's for you, then.

-Really? I thought I was the footman. -No, a tech whiz.

-Yeah, and you're the hammer. -Hammer?

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

No, there's not a problem, JJ.

I'll do it.

I can get inside Alexander's.

I hope you take him to dinner first.

Before you get inside of him.

[chuckles]

S... Se--

[crickets chirping]

[Sarah on earpiece] You are over the wall. Neatly done.

And we are redirecting the air con.

[voices on television]

And they're all sleeping like babies now.

They're not gonna wake up anytime soon.

You are safe to enter.

[dog barking in distance]

Doors opening now.

[door lock clicks]

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

[breathing through mask]

[voices on television continue]

[snoring]

[Sarah] Once you've installed the thumb drive,

cover your tracks and make it look like a robbery.

Swag some watches,

crack the safe and bag some cash, baby.

The more you bag, the better it looks.

["Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head" playing on TV]

♪ Raindrops are fallin' On my head ♪

♪ And just like the guy Whose feet are too big For his bed ♪

♪ Nothing seems to fit ♪

♪ Those raindrops are fallin' On my head... ♪

[Sarah] No time to watch TV, sweetheart. Get to work.

♪ So I just did me Some talking to the sun ♪

♪ And I said I didn't like The way he got things done ♪

♪ Sleepin' on the job ♪

♪ Those raindrops Are fallin' on my head They keep fallin' ♪

♪ But there's one thing I know ♪

♪ The blues They send to meet me ♪

♪ Won't defeat me ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ Till happiness Steps up to greet me ♪

♪ Raindrops keep fallin' On my head ♪

♪ But that doesn't mean My eyes will soon be Turning red ♪

♪ Crying's not for me ♪

Find the laptop?

[Orson] Found.

And 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.

[beeps]

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

♪ Raindrops keep fallin' On my head ♪

♪ But that doesn't mean My eyes will soon be Turning red ♪

♪ Crying's not for me... ♪

There are still two guards patrolling.

Exit via the front door.

[Orson whistling tune] [snoring]

♪ Because I'm free... ♪

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

♪ Nothing's worrying me ♪

[guard] Don't move!

[hammer cocks] Don't--

[gunshot]

What's that?

It's a guard dog.

Guard, dog.

-I'm good with a dog. -Lucky, that.

-What about your mate? -Power nap.

He'll be all right in a minute.

Okay, are you guys done? I heard a gunshot.

-[fires] -[screaming, groaning]

Shh. Shh.

-Is anyone dead? -No.

No thanks to you.

-What? -You said it was clear.

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

Yeah, you know, they usually keep the Olympic-size swimming pools

in the back of the house.

Ah.

[sighs] Front, back, right, wrong.

[mockingly] Right, wrong.

Whatever.

Anyway, shall we?

[door closes]

-[Orson] JJ. -Sir.

[sighs] Morning. Morning.

Sarah says I didn't miss much last night.

-[Orson] In and out. -So you weren't seen by anyone?

-Yes. -That's a yes, you weren't seen by anyone?

-Yes. -Or a 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, done?

I pulled this off of Alexander'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.

[Orson] So we could be wasting our time.

Hang on. Activity on Greg's phone.

[Greg] Yes? [Trent] Greg, you're on speaker.

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

[Greg] You're back in Disneyland already? Didn't hang about, did you?

What'd you do, beam yourselves there?

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

You're lucky we made your party at all.

Your choice of friends is questionable. [Greg] 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.

[on computer] Didn't have you down as an angry anticapitalist.

No, we are anticapitalist.

Anti-other-capitalists.

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

Thank you, my darling. Thank you, sir.

[Trent] You better take it, then.

So what was the point of this one?

Just to check we're okay.

[Greg] Yes, we are okay.

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

And I still love you. We'll speak later. [phone beeps]

Hello, Qasim.

[Qasim]

[Greg] Go on.

And? Everything set?

[Qasim]

[Greg] Why?

Don't move!

I will shoot you.

-[hammer cocks] -Don't shoot! Don't hurt me.

Come on. I-- Take my hands!

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

[Orson] Sir. Sorry, sir.

He's crying for mama. Not a problem.

[Qasim]

[screaming]

[groaning]

You shot my foot!

Shh! [wheezing]

[imitating guard] No cry for mama.

[Nathan] Psst, psst, psst.

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

Shh. You dropped your chopsticks.

You got shit on your face.

[Greg] Should I be worried?

[Qasim]

[Greg] You keep me informed, Qasim.

[Greg] Goody goody then. [line clicks]

"Flying fowl" in 72 hours?

What the cuss does that mean?

I got a location on Qasim's phone.

If Alexander and his team are entering another country illegally,

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

So where's this Qasim based?

Antalya, Turkey. Gobble, gobble.

That's "flying fowl" with a W, not a U.

Hence "flying fowl," flying to Turkey.

[clicks tongue] Bit of a reach.

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

located in the, uh, Turkish government's office in Antalya, Turkey.

I don't know how I do it.

[blows] What a brain.

Do I have a brain in there? Oh, she does.

Modern women. What will they think of next?

-So, looks like we're all flying fowl. -[mouthing] Amazing.

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

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's spending his weekend in Turkey.

[Orson] There's a term for being beaten in four moves, Nathan:

-Fool's Mate. -Wasn't four moves.

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

you can have a glass of this.

What we got on Qasim, JJ?

Libyan diplomat based all over the world.

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

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

Nice work.

Have a glass of this. Wine's not really my thing.

Is that the 2004?

Who's talking to you? Aren't you busy enough?

There's wine and then there's wine.

Don't force the poor man.

Whoo!

Congratulations, Dr. Frankenstein.

You've created another monster.

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

Whoo!

Ah, little Miss Paradox.

She got in your head yet?

-Hey, good to see ya. -You too.

There they are, my new best friends.

Hosgeldiniz, as we say in Turkey.

Mmm. Thank you for the jet.

Oh, don't be silly. That's the baby one.

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

Excited to be here, learn from the master.

-Oh, no, I'm not the master. -[chuckles]

Now, before we do anything else,

follow me 'cause I have something to show you.

Grab a drink on the way.

'75 Corniche, Greggy. I love it.

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

Wait a second. That looks exactly like the car that I drove--

Do you know why? Do you know why?

-That's not possible. -[chuckles] Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, it is.

Lovingly restored with me own hands.

It's not really with me own hands.

I'm just joking. [laughs]

It's nice though, isn't it? I-- [exhales sharply]

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 'em? -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.

[Sarah] Sounds fabulous.

[Greg] She looks nervous.

Oh, believe me, I'm not.

[chuckles] You even have my prop gun!

Yeah, yeah, it is. But it's not a prop anymore, Danny, so steady, yeah?

I cannot believe you got this car. Yeah.

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

How much did you want it, Danny?

Of all the cars I've driven on-screen,

this is 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 on, let's have lunch.

-What? -It's yours.

Come on!

[laughs] All right.

Do you like kebabs?

What's in the bag?

Nothing.

So you're carrying an empty bag?

You nicked the Margaux, didn't ya?

"Nicked" is a little bit strong.

Leaving half a bottle of Margaux on a plane?

So you're a 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.

Meet down here in 60 minutes?

We're off to track the Libyan.

-What are you doing? That's my key. -I know what 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 the bandwidth for that.

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

[Danny] Is the back end still bulletproof? It feels a little squirrelly.

Oh, yeah. Unique selling point.

[Danny] So, tell me, how did the leap from millionaire to billionaire change you?

Right. Interesting question

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

I'll tell you what, Danny, it fucking does. [laughs]

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

I worry about things. I worry about the world.

I worry about the war orphans.

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

Yeah, well, you don't strike me

as someone who drives like a little girlie, but you do.

Oh, is that how it is?

[Greg laughing] Whoa!

Slow down, Danny Francesco.

You are driving me into my dreams!

Everything all right, Michaela?

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

And wow, this piece is beautiful.

Um, Mimar Sinan.

-Are you looking for your room? -Yes.

Mm-hmm. My room is that way. [chuckles]

It's actually the other way.

Of course. [chuckles]

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

Hey, that massage was so good, by the way.

-Y-You should join us next time. -Turn right.

Right. Got it. [chuckles]

Okay, I'll see you later.

[chanting prayer on speakers]

[Orson] Qasim's out.

We following? 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?

[Sarah on computer] Ground control?

Can you hear me, Major Tom? [Sarah] Loud and clear.

[Nathan] How are we getting on?

Looping monitor.

They have some sort of adolescent firewall.

It's taking me about a minute to perforate it.

[beeping] Done.

Looks like he's had enough of that paper.

Qasim's off, and Mike's going with him.

We following?

No, let Mike play that game.

My money's on the paper.

Whatever you say, boss.

You want an ice cream?

And I am in.

Great.

What's he buying?

Hold on.

I picked up a file sent by Qasim.

He's using RSA encryption.

Huh.

-Well, that's disappointing. -[Nathan] What?

Well, 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?

No, I am serious.

We've got it wrong. [computer beeps]

See for yourself.

[Orson] Oh, hello.

We've seen him before.

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

[Nathan] Can't be, Sarah.

All that fuss over 30 million dollars' worth of guns?

It's too small a crime for too big a player.

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's nothing linking this deal to the Handle.

Pooh. 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? [Orson] What is it?

Time to come in. We were wrong.

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

You go back to bed. Leave this with me.

[Nathan] Sarah's shown 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.

[Nathan] All right. Follow him, but do not engage.

I'll let Sarah know we're still in play.

[Orson] You got me, JJ?

I've got a lock on you, boss.

[JJ] 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 so he bolts.

That will initiate him activating his phone.

Are we being followed?

[laptop beeps]

[JJ] He sent a text. I 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.

Lost? [sighs]

Thank you, sir. Maybe you can help me.

I'm looking for the, uh, harbor.

This way, sir. Oh.

[JJ] Hang on. I've just jammed another message.

We're burned. He's recognized ya.

That's strange,

'cause, uh, according to the map,

it says this way.

No. This way, sir.

Oh.

Ah! Amazing.

You're absolutely right. Thank you.

[grunts]

[grunting]

Got to pick him up. He's gonna run.

[grunting, groaning]

[gunshot]

[JJ] Orson, if he gets out of range, I can't block his signal. Get after him.

He's in the building on the left.

He's ten meters, straight on.

[engine revs] [tires squeal]

[motorcyclist] Hey!

[onlookers clamoring]

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

Fifteen meters, take a right.

[honking]

Left or right, JJ? Sharp left.

He's getting out of range.

[panting]

[onlookers scream, clamor]

-[Orson] JJ, speak to me. -He's stopped moving.

He's right in front of ya.

[panting] Missed him.

Stairs? [JJ] Take a right.

[panting]

Afternoon.

[elevator bell dings]

Excuse me.

Can you, uh, take a picture of me and the view?

[panting]

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

Next time, I'll sit in the car. You do the chasing.

[shutter clicks] Let me take a look.

Oh, beautiful.

Give me your phone. Let me take one of you.

[JJ] He's still there.

[people shrieking, clamoring]

There's no one here.

I'm telling ya, he's right there.

You're on top of his phone now.

[people shouting]

Ah, Jesus. What did he do that for?

[JJ] Hold on, I'm just pulling up.

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

Get the phone, the paper...

[panting]

...and get the body in the back.

[people shouting]

That isn't Ben Harris.

What do you mean it's not Ben Harris?

[grunts, shouts]

[thuds]

That's Ben Harris.

[sirens approaching]

[sighs] Is he in the back?

Yeah, he's in the back.

[Knighton on phone] So, Nathan, can you now confirm?

[Nathan] 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?

The first of its kind programmable AI.

Our people had hoped it was still in the post,

but now it seems the post has been delivered.

It can hack any system, even other AI programs.

With what end? [Knighton] To any end.

It can 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.

[Nathan sighs] Yes.

But we can at least now confirm

that Alexander is indeed selling the Handle,

with Greg Simmonds brokering the deal for $10 billion.

[computer beeps] [Alexander's associate] Confirmed.

[Knighton] So, what now?

When's the transaction gonna take place?

Deal's set for 9:00 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.

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

So, inconveniently, we do still need Ben Harris.

[inhales deeply] 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.

[phone ringing]

[Sergi] Mr. Harris? Yes.

There is a green G-Wagon outside.

My men will escort you.

I'll do the deal myself.

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

[sighs]

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

Your phone, please.

Anything else?

Nothing else.

Do you mind? Please.

[metal detector humming]

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

Don't we know someone who can?

[opera music playing] [Greg] 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 go, "14.99." No, he could. He could. You--

Don't stop on my account. I have to use the little girls' room.

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

Uh, yes. It's, uh, straight past Mimar Sinan

and a right at Timur.

[all laugh]

She's funny, isn't she?

She's great. You're very lucky.

Right. So, roof comes down.

Watch this. Roof comes down.

You say, "Relax. Relax, Mr. Steak." There he is all calm now.

[Nathan] Sarah, regrettably, Ben Harris has passed away.

When? Couple of hours ago.

Orson encouraged him to jump off an extremely tall building.

Mmm. Poor guy.

Can you make him sound like Harris?

-Have you sourced any existing voice recordings? -Yes.

[Sarah] In which case, upload them and send them to me, and I can do that.

How?

The vocoder works in real time. Mmm. Clever.

That's AI for you, Nathan. One last thing.

I need you to confirm you still have full access to Alexander's network.

[Sarah] Confirmed.

Make yourself comfortable. There is water in the door.

So far, so good. [Nathan] Okay.

Keep in touch, JJ.

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

'cause I've gotta make a work call.

It's all right. I guess I could use a little nappy-poo myself, so...

-Ooh. 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.

[both chuckle]

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

He is the real deal. It's super impressive.

And he's so into you! [Ben] You really know your stuff.

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

Fill your boots.

[Ben] Where's the paradox? What are you doing?

-Well, 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.