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Meet me at
the Zygmunt Pillar.

Better be worth it.

Too cold for false alarms.

It's too cold for ice cubes.

Apparently,
we've intercepted a conduit.

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

Where is the package?

I don't know!

Dunois, does he have it?

No.

Where's the package?

I promise you,

whoever you're protecting

is sitting in
a warm room somewhere

without the slightest concern
for your well-being.

You are... too late,

Mr. Olyphant.

It's already...

been delivered.

I can't tell you
how disappointed

I am to hear that.

I'll give you 10 seconds
to tell me who to.

-Ten, nine...
-Please, no!

You are too late.

Six, five, four,

three, two...

-It's dangerous.
-What?

The truth.

He knew you, Jared.

I thought you were anonymous.

I am now.

The rules are changing.

Our client has an aversion
to rising death tolls.

His reputation is already
called into question,

which means...

close associates could be next.

The only aversion our client
has is to failure.

As for reputations
are concerned,

you two were hired
to intercept that package,

not some monkey
with a death wish.

My assignment was to eliminate
any source of knowledge.

I guess I just did
your job for you.

Really?

We'll get the package.

I hope so.

I'm beginning to think you're
getting out of your depth here.

I want the package
delivered by Friday.

I suggest you hire
a professional.

Jonathan, are you okay?

Yeah, don't worry about it.
I'll be fine.

Who was it?

Warsaw.

Do I know her?

Listen, if I'm not jealous,
you don't need to be jealous.

If you really love me,
you'd be jealous.

It was a nice try anyway.

Nice try.

Yeah.

Hey, Jon.
Coming for the service?

Hey, Sean. Yeah.
Soon as I can get a flight.

What time do
you think you'll be here?

-Well, what time's the memorial?
-3:00 P.M..

Dad would've wanted you to come.

I'll be there, Sean.
I said I'd be there.

Fine.

Hello.
Please, take a seat.

You sure you won't eat?

No, I'm in a hurry.
Got to go.

I've often wondered over
the last six months

if you've enjoyed
Paris at all.

What shall I do without you?

I think you'll manage just fine.

Manage?

To find another friend?

And one who comes
through each time?

They don't fall from the sky.

Well, you have Dunois.

Oh, yes, Dunois.

Quite useful when the most
resolute measures are required.

What is this?

Persuasion.

-For what?
-One final favor.

I told you, I've got to go.

A small favor.

I want you to pick up a package
and deliver it to Germany...

following your personal affairs,
of course.

The patron's address
is on the back.

Convenient for you?

I really don't want
to get involved.

The package is at Versailles.

Dunois will accompany you.

Two Russians have
brought it from Athens.

Neither speak French.

They're holding it at a farm.

You need only collect it
from them.

Simple.

If it's so simple, why don't
we all just meet in Paris?

Apparently, they're afraid to.

-How long to Versailles?
-Sit tight.

We'll in be in Versailles
when the car stops.

Ah. Well, I wasn't asking you.

An hour, maybe less.

Marquet tells me you're leaving.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What you two had in common...

remains a mystery.

I'd say we had ethics in common.

Relax.

It's one of
Marquet's safe houses.

His aunt's farm.

You can always wait here.

When we're inside,
move the car up to the house.

Okay.

Now, listen to me.

I know Alex sent you...

but we're going
to do this my way.

Get your gun out and hide it.

Take the left side.

Don't say a word.

Okay.

Oui?

Bonjour.

Alex sent me.

Bonjour.

Entrez.

Gentlemen.
You know why I'm here?

I understand
you have something for me?

What is it?

Their tongues are cut out.

Is that the package?

I think this may be it, Dunois.

It's clear. Let's go!

Would you do that for me?

Okay.

Go over to this farmhouse
with the lights right here.

Who were they?

I don't know,
but they spoke Danish.

Sons of bitches.

Well, let's see what they
were willing to die over.

You don't want to do that.

I said you don't
want to do that.

If you touch it again, I'll blow
your two-inch dick off.

You want to open the package,

You'll do it with Marquet's
permission after we go back.

We're going to
go back to Marquet?

Yeah.

What if he's involved?

What if you're involved?

What's all this?

A silly precaution,
I assure you.

Perhaps you could wait?

No, I've got
to catch a plane.

Then I think
you forgot something?

Are you thinking of trying
to stop me, are you?

Be reasonable, Jonathan.

We had an arrangement.

You know, I don't risk
my life for deliveries

particularly when others
don't share the risk.

The job isn't finished.

Find yourself
a new delivery boy.

Think about it for a moment.

Nobody wants you
to miss your flight.

Are you threatening me?

No, of course not.

I just want a conversation.

Little drink.
Talk through what transpired.

Please.

Conversation, remember,

that's what we pay you for.
To talk to people.

Do me a favor.
Talk to my friend.

Fucking ambush.

Three, four of them.

Came in like the mist.

We never heard them.

Who were they?

Danish.

Yeah, they were Danes.

Identification?

I didn't stick around to check.

Suddenly,
the whole place is on fire.

There was a fire?

Yeah.

Your aunt's safe.

I saw to that myself.

Did you open the package?

No.

Then we're all agreed
that this was unexpected.

I think the only thing
that's unexpected

is that I'm still alive.

You were hired
to deliver the package.

Which was already there
by the way.

You're suggesting
someone's working the periphery.

Are you implying it's me?

No, not really.
I just think that maybe

you're being played
as a scapegoat.

Suggestions?

I wouldn't trust anything
but the zeros on the bills.

Let me take care of this, Alex.

I'll deal with them personally.

Give me a moment.

Please.

Please, sit.

I need a favor
from someone I trust.

Will you deliver the package
to the agreed address?

The patron's waiting.

Okay.

Thank you.

When you arrive in Warsaw,

take my condolences
to you and your family.

Surprised you're here.

Thought you'd
at least be incognito.

I got nothing to hide.

Here to take me to the services
with your escort?

Just want to talk that's all.

-Ah.
-Took time finding you.

Thought you were still
in South America.

I wouldn't think
Paris suits you.

The city that defined decadence?

Or maybe that's the point.

The last place on earth
you'd find Jonathan Cold.

Congratulations.

Your father died
of natural causes,

in case you wondered.

Taking this ambassadorship
was not easy for him,

but he's always admired
the Polish people.

I know he wanted you
on the team.

Let me ask you something.

Do you think training terrorists
in Pakistan was a team effort?

I suppose you think
there is more honor

in hiring out
what we train you to do

to a foreign operative
with a checkbook.

Somehow, I fail to see
the difference.

In most countries,
you'd be killed for it.

-You're an asshole.
-Watch your mouth.

I know you're good
at what you do.

Your father made the mold.

A lot's changed out there.
You've seen it first hand.

Help tip the balance.
Keep us informed.

Ally and adversary.

Call it what you will.

-You're an asshole.
-I beg your pardon?

Let him go.

Left, right, left.

Detail, halt.

About face.

Forward march.

Left, right, left.

Left, right, left.

Detail, halt.

Jackson Cold
will have a monument

on the lawns
of Arlington Cemetery.

We're giving him
a memorial here in Poland

on the soil of the country

he defended so resolutely
during his lifetime

before we return him
to his native soil,

to the country
he loved so dearly.

Jackson was a citizen,

colleague, father, friend,

but only wanted to be remembered
for what he considered

his life's achievement:

his family,

his devoted sons,
Jonathan and Sean.

And so as we prepare
to send him home

let us pause to honor

the legacy of a soldier
who will never be forgotten.

Hey.

Hey.

Beautiful place, man.
I love this.

-Thanks.
-You all right?

Yeah. Drink?

Yes, sir. Love one.

Missed your flight?

Standby, you're at
everybody's mercy.

How long you been
in Poland for?

-Six months.
-Yeah?

Dad asked me
to come work for him.

Ah-ha.

So I'm hoping

you'll get a little bit
better theater than Warsaw,

because you know me, man.

I been there.

I have to ready Dad's office
for transition.

Dad had a lot of friends,
people he--

Made promises to that
you've got to keep.

Not everything's
a fucking conspiracy, Jon.

I mean, there are people
in the world

who actually do things
for the right reasons.

Well that's true,

just not very often
in our business.

It's funny...

how we all ended up in Europe.

This funeral's as close as
we're ever going to come

to a family reunion.

Yeah.

You staying?

I've got to go to Germany.

Then what?

Back to France, I guess.

Do you have
a cell phone number?

Tracking you to Paris became
a matter of national security.

I'll tell you what,

I'll shoot you a number
as soon as I touch ground.

Great to see you,
little brother.

It's good to see you too.

Na Zdrowie.

Na Zdrowie.

Hello, you've reached
the Van Akens residence.

Sorry we can't take your call.

If you leave your number,

we'll get back to you
as soon as possible.

Thank you, and have a good day.

School girls.

Marquet wants
to see you right now.

Can't you see
I'm having an espresso?

You're welcome to join me
if you'd like.

The man said now.

Nice toys.

You heard us.

All right.

If you insist.

Can I just pay my bill?

Merci.

Bon appétit, mademoiselle.

Hold it.

Ah,

I'm glad you came.

You can leave us.

We'll be right outside.

Ever since our incident,

I've insisted
on expanded security.

You can never be too careful.

Wine?

Love some. Merci.

I've been meaning
to talk with you.

Is that so?

My manners.

Please, sit.

It concerns your
interlude with Mr. Cold.

Were you aware
he recognized the assailant?

I wasn't.

Coincidence or...

something else?

Neither, in my view.

Do you recall his assessment

before leaving here?

Inciting conspiracy

is a very dangerous business.

Mr. Cold

has a thing for conspiracies,

but I doubt he'd set us up.

It's not his style.

No.

Of course, you're right.

I'm always right.

Is this why you called
to see me?

It's a troubling thought,
don't you agree?

Someone so close

taking advantage,

exposing you
to a point of weakness.

Check with me tomorrow.

I have an errand in Majorca
and need someone I can trust.

Shall I send you?

Yeah.

Dunois, one more thing.

How did you know
I wanted to see you?

Hello?

Yeah.
Is your daddy in?

Mommy?

Hello. Can I help you?

Is Mr. Van Aken in?

No. Can I take a message?

Do you know when you expect him?

I'm not sure.

May I ask who's calling?

No thanks.
I'll call back later.

May I help you?

Yeah. Can I get a room here?

Sure. 40 Euros, please.

You heard of Jerome Van Aken?

Of course. Who hasn't?

Yeah, I'm sorry.
I'm just not from around here.

You don't have to be.

Hello?

Yeah, listen,
I need to ask you a question.

Sure. What is it?

Have you ever heard of a guy
named Jerome Van Aken?

Yeah.

Wealthy Euro-industrialist.
Old-money rich.

What else?

Jerome Van Aken. Um...

Well, he's about as high-profile
as they come.

Um, yeah,

he buys little contracts,
builds them up,

and then sells them for the kind
of money you read about

to avoid the headaches
of running them.

They call him "The Viking
with the Midas touch."

Says he's married nine years
to a Meredith Casey?

-I have no idea.
-All right, thanks.

Hello, you've
reached the Van Aken residence.

Sorry we're not in
to take your call...

Hey! What do you
think you're doing?

That's my car.

Hey!

Hey!

Bon voyage, mate.

You hear of
Jerome Van Aken?

Yeah.
Wealthy Euro-industrialist.

Old-money rich.

Married nine years
to a Meredith Casey?

I have no idea.

All right, thanks.

Why in the hell
is he asking about Meredith?

Guy does his research.

Doesn't like surprises.

A stickler for detail.

At least that's
what I get from his profile.

Then again,
maybe he finds her attractive.

Think he knows?

Well, he's in Germany.

I let that little prick
have a chance.

Then I let him walk away.

So, what's the protocol here,
Mr. Olyphant?

Contact Van Aken?

Absolutely not.

I want you
to eliminate Mr. Cold.

Not to get anywhere near
Van Aken or his family.

You understand me, Mr. Mimms?

I want Jonathan Cold
an empty folder

in Langley by noon tomorrow.

Yes?

Yeah, I'm here
to see Mr. Van Aken.

I'll send someone down.

May I help you?

Yeah, I have a message
for Mr. Van Aken.

And who are you?

I'm an old friend.

Yeah.

Hello.
This is Meredith Van Aken.

Do you know who I am?

Yes I do.

I'm calling
on my husband's behalf.

He's in London for the weekend.

-Mr...
-Webber.

Mr. Webber, he was wondering

if there's anyway we could send
someone for the delivery.

I was asked
to deliver it personally.

What if I were to come for it?

-Could you meet me?
-When?

Well, today if it's convenient.

Where?

There's a train station
on Freud Strasse

a few kilometers
outside Terminus.

Do you know where it is?

No, but I can find it.

Shall we say in an hour?

Let's say in an hour.

I'll be in a white Rolls

parked at the south side
of the station.

I'll see you then.

Thank you very much, Mr. Webber.

Thank you again
for meeting me, Mr. Webber.

I hope it wasn't inconvenient.

Is that it?

Thank you, Mr. Webber.

This is for your trouble.

What the hell happened here?

Take deep breaths.

Try and hold one in.

Let it out slowly.

Feel that sharp pain
in the back of your neck?

That's centralized swelling.

Blood's unable to circulate
properly to your brain

because of the clog.

You'll have a headache
for the next few minutes.

Within those few minutes,

you are to tell me

where the real package is,

or, I assure you,

that headache will be
the least of your pains,

Mr. Webber.

Which Van Aken do you work for?
Meredith or Jerome?

Mr. Webber,

you're a funny man.

More than
just a simple errand boy.

You seem to have taken an active
interest in my employer.

Now, I wonder why that is.

Are you the boyfriend?

What I am or am not is
inconsequential to this moment.

Right now
all that is important

is for you to tell me
where the real package is.

In the next
four-and-a-half minutes.

Couldn't you find it yourself?

Oh!

Perhaps I'm being vague.

So let me clarify.

Asphyxiation is the process

by which air is shut off
to the lungs,

thereby cutting off
oxygen to the brain.

And when the brain dies,
Mr. Webber,

well, then, what's the point?

Now,

before you let that happen...

why not use
what little brain matter

you've apparently been given

to make an informed decision?

We can pawn it together.

We're not the only ones
who want this.

Unless you grew tits

and looked like
Venus de-fucking-Milo,

why in bloody hell
would I do that?

Deception begets deception

begets deception, Mr. Webber.

Without end.

Plainly, it's bad business.

I know people--

One fucking minute!

It's not here, but I've got it.

45 fucking seconds, yeah?

You tell me where it is,

or I put the first
of three successive bullet holes

-in your face.
-Okay.

I have it in a locker

in an overnight train station.
I'll take you there.

Lovely.

Where's the fucking key?

In my right front pocket here.

Smart move, Mr. Webber.

You'd better hope
that package is there.

Don't fuck me about, mate.

Move your fucking ass!

Moment of truth, Mr. Webber.

Two sets of closure wait.

So open it.

Slowly.

No puckering around,

or I'll blow your
bleeding spine in two.

Just like you say,

"Nice and easy."

Oi, where you going?

What do you think I'm doing?

Easy.

Easy!

Richard?

Guess again.

You want some advice,
Mrs. Van Aken?

Send them in pairs.

If you want to leave
an impression or a body,

two are better than one,

especially when you have no idea
who you're dealing with.

Mr. Webber,
whatever your estimation of me,

I assure you,
the least I am is naive.

Do you honestly believe
I'd send--

Naiveté is not what I'd accuse
you of, Mrs. Van Aken.

Arrogance comes to mind.

I can only wonder what
your husband thinks,

sending your lover to collect
what he's expecting.

Lover?

Mr. Webber,
you truly are misinformed.

-Richard works--
-Worked.

For my husband--

and was sent at his request

when I told him about
your magical package trick.

You know what
I'm beginning to think?

Your husband doesn't know
anything about this.

So, Mrs. Van Aken,

I called to inform you that
sending someone to kill me

was your first and last mistake.

Mr. Webber?

An explosion has erupted
from a faulty gas line--

Come on, look, look!
What's going on? Hurry!

Hurry, come on!

Heinrichs, help me, help me!

The explosion happened...

That's bullshit.

He must've lit a pipe bomb
with that kind of trajectory.

Why the fuck would he want
to distress the local climate?

Not unless he had to.

Well, all right.

I'm going to have some fun.

Hey.

Good morning.

Welcome to
the Hotel Terminus.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'd like a room for the night.

And would you prefer two single
beds or one double, Mr...

Cold?

One double
should be plenty, dear.

Certainly.

Hi.

How are you?

Fine, thank you.
And you, sir?

Well, I'd be much better
if I could find my friend.

He forgot to leave me
his room number.

What's the gentleman's name?

Cold. Jonathan Cold.

If I don't find him soon,

he'll be missing
a very important conference.

Mr. Cold?

I checked a Mr. Cold
in this morning.

Wonderful.

What is his room number?

I'm sorry, sir.
I cannot tell you.

Hotel policy.

No, no. Of course not.

Perhaps you could call.

No problem.

I'm sorry. There's nothing else
I can do but take a message.

Hello?

-Thank you all the same.
-You're welcome.

Feeling lucky?

Do you know who I am?

I didn't think so.

Mr. Webber?

What exactly are you doing here?

Trying to show you
anyone can be reached.

What do you want?

I want to talk to your husband.

I know that Jerome
will want to talk to you.

Perhaps, though,

we can come to some other
kind of arrangement.

-I doubt it.
-Come now, Mr. Webber,

are you telling me you're
a man of principle?

In light of
these last few hours,

I find that contradictory.

Why don't you call him for me?

Mr. Webber,
please try and be reasonable.

Or you'll call the police

and tell them
about your boyfriend

that's at the bus station
that's in 1000 pieces

after you sent him to kill me?

I told you,
he's not my boyfriend.

I don't really care.
Call your husband, or I will.

Hand me the phone.

Please.

Julian, it's Meredith.

Is Jerome there?

How long will he be?

Can you have him call me
as soon as he's out?

Thank you.

Could you pass me my robe?

I don't understand.

If you're planning
to hand it over,

why switch packages
in the first place?

Regardless of what
you think of my methodology,

I'm a consummate professional.

So, you believe I'm conspiring
against my husband?

I didn't say that.

But I was hired
to deliver the package

to your husband, not you,

so that's how
it's going to be.

Then you are a man of principle.

Listen.

Everybody's got their choice
as to how they stay alive.

Some of us just don't know it.

Hello.

Mr. Mimms?

Yeah well, checking in under
his name proved to be risky.

Mr. Cold...

pardon me, Mr. Webber,

it turns out is a very unpopular
man these days.

What about the rental car?

Driving a four-door
silver Mercedes,

along with a few
other people in town.

Jesus Christ.

Now, you listen to me
very carefully, Mr. Mimms.

I want this situation
resolved immediately.

How shall I proceed?

If I have to answer
that question,

I assume you are
not up to the assignment.

Okay, silver Mercedes, FB5288.

Shouldn't be too hard.

Damn! Payday!

Fuck!

Excuse me. Sir.

Hey! Hi. Hi, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

You're not my guy, are you?

Take it easy.

Where the fuck
did you get the car?

It isn't mine.

This man paid me 2,000 Euros

to drive it to Berlin
and drop it off.

We traded cars.

Fuck!

Stupid motherfucker.

The footsteps
lead off in this direction.

There is a blood trail as well.

He must have sustained
a serious injury.

We need to run a forensic test
on all this material.

All of the evidence is here.

Except no body.

Sir,
a Kevlar flak jacket.

Government Issue.

Sean, we need to talk.

Get inside.
We'll take a drive.

How bad is it?

Could get a lot worse
if we don't bring him in.

What do you expect me to do?

I talked to him for 20 minutes.

He told me he had
to go to Germany on business,

and after that, who knows where.

All I'm asking
is that you wait on a call.

Help bring him in.

That's it.

Hello.

Sean, I was about
to leave a message.

What's up?

Do you remember
a friend of Dad's

by the name
of Agatha Shearwater?

Yeah.

I've got a package
to send to her.

Tell her it's important
she gets it

and tells me
what's on it immediately.

Jon--

And one other thing--

remember my friend, Boris,
works in my department?

Tell him I'll be calling soon.

Listen, Jon, there's, uh,

something here I need
to go over with you,

something of Dad's
that he left for you.

We can't close his office
until then.

Do you think
you could come back?

I don't know.

Just for a day or two.

It's important.

I'll try to make it back later.

Listen, Jon--

You did a good thing, Sean.

Hello?

There's a little fire lane
numbered 16 north of Terminus.

Can you find it?

Yes.

There's an old building
on the west side.

That's where I'll be.
I'll wait 10 minutes.

By quarter past, I'll be gone.

Be on time. Be alone.

What about my daughter?

I need to take care of her,
make sure she's safe.

She'll be fine.
Just you be careful.

I hope so.
She's all I've got.

I'll see you in a little while.

Goodbye.

Mein Fuhrer
sends his apologies.

Hiring that Sauerkraut
to drive your rental

and you buy his car
was a nice touch.

I hope you didn't go
far out of pocket on my account.

Ain't no thing.

You kind of look
like Ray Charles.

Then again, old Ray can't shoot
as good as you, right?

-There you go.
-What can I do for you?

We'll talk about it
on the way down.

Let's go.

Jared sent you?

Something like that.

Should've stayed in France.

Kept this venture
out of the spotlight.

Let me ask you something.

Did Olyphant send you
for the package?

And what package would that be?

All right, man,
let's cut to the chase, okay?

You like the dollar bill?

Dead presidents.

Greenbacks.

You care to expound?

I'll give you 10 times more

than he's giving you for
this little piece of business.

I got a disk.

That disk was loaded
with all kinds of

offshore accounts of
the biggest dogs in the world.

You access that,

that's hundreds
of millions of dollars.

But of course you don't
have this with you, do you?

It's real close.

Wow. You don't miss a trick.

The ball is in your court
for the next two minutes.

You fuck up...

at least I get to kill a legend.

Because I have no love lost

for Jared over-the-hill
Olyphant.

He can kiss my black ass.

Yeah, you know...

your man, Dunois...

when I popped a cap in his ass,

he flew out the window
like a bird.

-How does it look?
-So far, so good.

How does it look inside?

Looks good to me.

All good.
No surprises, right?

I got nothing for you.

You're the man.
You are the man.

Yeah, I hope we getting
close to that disk.

Watch your ass, Mr. Cold.

I don't want to
shoot you in the back.

I don't suppose it would pay
to ask who sent you.

No good.

You know,
I just somehow feel like

this might be
the end of the road for me,

but you do remind me
of my cousin Delbert

from down around Bogalusa.

Motherfucker!

I let you live,
and you do me like this?

-You let me live?
-Come on!

Sweet dreams, Bruce Lee.

Here's the disk.

Love a barbecue.

That was not an accident,
old friend.

I promise you,

I haven't had a clean shot
like that in years.

Marquet send you?

Our good friend Marquet
met with an untimely accident.

I'm sorry
to have to tell you this.

I remember how close you were.

You know, for some reason
you don't look too good.

You don't look so good yourself.

I should be on the Riviera--

A craving I've had since
my mother showed me the ocean.

Waves massaging the shore

whilst I watch the sunset,
drinking champagne.

Now, no more bedtime stories.

Where's the package?

What package?

You're running out
of hiding places, my friend.

Do you believe I found this barn
through premonition?

Do what you can to eliminate
the innocent from this equation.

Well, that it looks like
you've been had, Dunois.

Because Meredith may have
sent you to kill me,

but she's got the package.

I thought you were smarter
than that.

No, no, no.

You're much smarter than that.

I know you like I know myself.

Don't fuck with me.

Well I tell you what.

Why don't you go ahead
and kill me then?

Start your own little
Easter egg hunt.

What the fuck is that?

That sets up a honing device.

Folks will come
and find you within meters.

Lets who know where to find you?

Foreign ops.

How do you stop it?

You don't. It's too late.

Son of a bitch.

They know you're here.

The CIA.

And you know what that means?

If these folks are coming,
there a lot more behind them.

You can bet on that.

All right.

You've bought some time.

We'll go to his wife...

get the package.

I'll deal with her.

Then we walk away.

I'd love to walk away.

What's going on?

I'll explain later.
We've got to get out of here.

Let's go.

When we reach your estate,

I'm going to borrow
a few things.

I'll leave you this.
Then I'm out of here.

Mr. Webber, I--

Jonathan. My name is Jonathan,

and I've opened the package.

Why are you and your husband
so interested in that crash?

There's a "we" involved,
but it doesn't include me.

All right, let's move.

Jared wants a clean sweep
of this place immediately.

Keep moving.
Let's go! Let's go!

You said, "we."

Who else besides
your husband was involved?

Jared Olyphant.

Are they in here,
Jared and your husband?

I'm not sure.

Prep the charges.

First charge is in place.

Come on, hurry it up.
I want no traces left.

I need you to help us
get away from Jerome.

Far away.

I know what they did,

and I know why they did it.

I've been planning this
for a year,

and now I'm sure with your help
we can finally get out.

I'm not going to do anything

until you tell me why
they blew up that plane.

Final charge
prepped and ready.

Setting final charge now.

Prepare to move out.

In 1982,

Jerome formed a company
called Unified Growth,

building fertilizer plants
throughout Europe.

The plants were a front.

Biochemical warfare.

All the plants
came under the umbrella

of the International Security
Services Board.

Run by Jared Olyphant.

The head engineer
of Unified Growth

documented everything.

He was planning on exposing
the entire operation.

The developer's name
was Stefan Stockwell.

He was a very good
friend of mine.

Stefan kept quiet

until he had every detail
accounted for.

He was going to Greece.

He never made it.

If my husband suspects

that I have
anything to do with this...

he will kill me.

And anyone else
who's associated with me.

What do these lead to?

The truth.

Stefan had a house in Norway.

Jerome knows nothing about it.

Stefan hid the documents,

and I am the only one left
who knows where they are...

and how deeply involved
Jerome and Jared are.

I may be able to get you
and your daughter into Paris,

and the then from there
into Norway.

I know this isn't easy for you.

Thank you.

I suggest you don't talk
on the phone to anybody

or anything 'cause your
husband's got the wire tapped.

Tapped?

That guy found us at the barn
had to get there somehow.

He probably heard something on
the phone that led them there..

I also suggest you figure out
something to tell your daughter

about who I am and why
you're going with me here.

-Okay.
-Goodbye.

What do you think?

Dad's old hangout.

You hungry?

No.

Listen.

Here.

Agatha sent the original
to your usual pickup.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, you mind if we go
someplace else?

Somewhere we could talk?

We lost them.

What the hell is going on, Jon?

What are you talking about?

Jared's telling me
you fucked up big time.

Look,

he told me what you did
after you got caught.

Are you trying
to negotiate your way out

by giving up Dad's name
to the fucking KGB?

Just to save your ass?

He's playing you to get to me.

Then you tell me what happened.

You know I'm not
a talkative man...

but I'll say this.

I was what they call
a foreigner.

Deep undercover.

No trace, no ties.

I was arrested for espionage.

Dad and Jared probably
couldn't help me out.

Jared made sure they didn't.

Suddenly, the whereabouts
of Jonathan Cold

are no longer recorded.

Jared left me
to rot in Soviet prison.

That's where Jared is.

His boys probably told him
by now that they lost us.

Oh, yeah.

Jared, aren't you a little old
for this cloak-and-dagger shit?

By now I'm sure you know
it's almost behind me.

Do yourself a favor, Jonathan,

walk away.

Get on a plane and go.

You've made your point.

I somehow think
if I got up on a plane,

it would suddenly
blow up in the sky.

Somehow you always know,
don't you?

That tape won't do any good
for anything anymore.

It's too late.

You think after 16 years

that will come home to roost?

Think again.

Okay.

Listen,
little piece of advice...

Stay away from me.

When the time is right,
I'm sure Sean will lend a hand.

They are not coming, are they?

Doesn't seem like it.

Listen,
I want to hand you this.

You know what to do
if anything happens to me.

No problem.

This side looks good.

I've been spotting
this wall all day.

How come I'm still running
into you? It's very strange.

Because you didn't kill me
at the old building.

Why are you here?

You didn't return
for the princess?

How little you know.

The little princess hired me
to kill her husband.

Come on, Dunois,
you can do better than that.

I mean, don't you think
it's just a little bit

of a coincidence that she would
have found both of us?

She reached me
through the Danish.

How she knows them
is anybody's guess.

I told Marquet
you were behind this,

and you killed him, didn't you?

Going to Versailles
was supposed to be simple.

Take care of the Russians,
collect the package.

And get rid of me, yeah?

You weren't supposed
to be there.

But I was.

That was your friend,
Marquet's, call.

Sending forth his confidant.

He was the go-between
for Jerome Van Aken.

What are you going to do?

Pull the trigger?

Huh?

There's an army
of them in there.

It's impossible to get in alone.

And you, my friend, want in.

Together, I think we can.

Once we're in,

do whatever you want,

just stay away from me
and stay away from the girl.

All right, let's do this.

Remember,
I will be watching you.

Every move you make.

Let's go.

I count six, seven, yeah?

Seven, yeah.

How many rounds you got?
Six.

It's a long shot.
You're the expert.

Take this.

Cheers.

Fuck it.
I'll use the rifle.

Bon-fucking-soir, monsieur.

What do you think, I'm stupid?

That wasn't very nice,

but then again,
one good turn deserves another.

Mr. Cold, I presume.

It's a pleasure
to meet you finally.

You come
highly recommended to me

by a friend of mine,
Alexander Marquet.

I was hoping you
had something for me.

No.

You delivered it to Meredith?

Yeah.

Allow me to enlighten you
as to the condition of my wife,

Mr. Cold.

She is a deeply troubled woman.

I don't want to hear it.

I think it's only fair.

After all, I have a feeling

you've fallen victim
to her illness.

It evokes a certain

"bird-with-a-broken-wing"
syndrome.

Meredith has a way
with people, Mr. Cold.

a talent for persuading them

to assist her
in playing out her delusions.

She took... my daughter,
Mr. Cold.

And diseased or not...

that is the basest form
of moral turpitude imaginable.

And what about Stefan?

He was a very good
friend of mine.

Until he had an affair
with your wife, right?

I didn't find out about
the affair until a year ago.

It had very little bearing
on my feelings toward Stefan.

Well, listen,
I'd like you to listen to this.

Something's moving towards us.

This can't be right.

I'm telling you,
it's moving in our flight path.

-Check the radar.
-Nothing.

Wait. Yes, I see it.

There, cruising at 28,000 feet.

It's going to hit us, unless--

Oh, my God!

Believe what you will, Mr. Cold.

That I have the power

to motivate something as
terrible as that.

I'm sure she's told you what
she thinks I've done

and why I did it.

The whole incident's been
an ongoing obsession of hers

the past decade.

Stefan Stockwell was her lover,
Mr. Cold.

What he wasn't

was some trumped-up humanitarian
with a conscience.

He was our top engineer.

He knew what we paid him to do.

Whatever dictated
his ethics later on,

if indeed anything did,
I can't tell you.

Unfortunately, he died
in a plane crash,

I think which my wife
has convinced herself

I am entirely responsible for.

Wishing something to happen
and planning it

are two very
different things, Mr. Cold.

That's true.

Despite my personal differences
with Stefan,

I would not kill
dozens of innocent people

to see him dead.

As I've told you before,

Meredith
is a very persuasive woman.

Now, where is she?

Find my wife and daughter,
Mr. Cold.

Find them and bring
my daughter back safely,

and I will pay you any price,

including any judgments
or inquiries placed upon me.

You have your own pros.
Why don't you use them?

I understand...

one of my closest met with
an unfortunate accident

in Warsaw last night.

I'm afraid I'm
running out of them.

I can make you

a very rich man, Mr. Cold.

Bring my daughter back safely...

at any price.

And what about your wife?

I leave that up to
your best judgment.

Yes?

It must look like an accident.

Yes.

I expected
more from you, Dunois.

At the very least,

I thought you would have
recovered that package.

But no matter.

I'm sure Mr. Cold
will help finish things.

Oh, yes...

your services
are no longer required.

I'm afraid

my employer feels differently.

Come on,
Clarissa. Come inside, please.

Mommy, Mommy.

I'm in here, darling.

Thanks for the lift.

I need to go
to the old farmhouse.

It's down the road.

Everything okay?

No!

No!

Jonathan, behind you!

Get her out the window.

Go. Now.

Come on, darling. It's okay.

Next time,
wait for me, all right?

Hope this will do.

Thank you.

And I need you
to keep these closed.

It's a beautiful view.

Well, you'll just have to
enjoy it later.

Somehow, wine doesn't suit you.

You seem more like
a whiskey man.

What's that supposed to mean?

And, uh, what else
have you discovered

while you were snooping
around my home?

Only that you don't keep
many personal artifacts.

Mm-hm.

Thank you.

Do you have a family?

I have a brother.

Older or younger?

Wiser.

Listen, I want to concentrate
on how to get you out of Paris.

Is there any place in particular
that you'd like to go?

America.

This is yours.

A lot of good it should do now.

All the real evidence
was destroyed.

Well, we can build it again.

It going to be hard
keeping her cooped up.

Can I take her for a walk?

It truly is a beautiful city.

-Oh, God.
-What?

Hey, hey!

Get away from that girl, now!

It's not safe on the streets.
We've been spotted.

We'll get you out of here.

Sit down in here. Right here.

Don't move.

You hear me? Don't move.

The mother and daughter,
that were here,

have you seen them?

No, no.

Meredith?

It's from Meredith.

I had the currency exchanged.

It was the least I could do...

after you'd killed me twice.

Sorry about that, but, you know,

they say three's a charm.

Surprise!

Come on! Come on!

Thank you for your
help in securing the package.

It was the only way
I could force my husband

into relinquishing our daughter,

but now that it's over
and I have her,

your services
are no longer required.

I wish you all the best.

Maybe we'll meet again
somewhere down the road.

Meredith.