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And so, ladies and gentlemen,
we come to our final item,

a 1937 Bugatti Type 57SC Atlantic,

one of only two in the world.

I could take the time
to further describe this absolute gem,

but you wouldn't be here today

if you hadn't been dreaming
about this car your entire life.

Bidding starts at $30 million.

$30 million, anybody?

Thank you, madam. $30 million. Do I hear 32?

$32 million. Thank you, sir.

Thirty-four, anyone?

Thirty-four, on the telephone.

Thirty-six, anybody? Thirty-six.

Thirty-six over there. Thirty-eight.
Do I have 38?

Thirty-seven, if you like.

What do you think? This is the one?

Thirty-seven. Thank you, sir.

Thirty-seven over there.

- Here.
- $38 million, on the telephone.

Thirty-nine, in the room. Thank you, sir.

$40 million. $40 million.

Going once, going twice...

Final call at $40 million...

$41 million.

$41 million, I have a bid.

Going once, going twice...

Sold for $41 million.

Congratulations. The car is yours, sir.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Gabriela. Call me.

That phone's not gonna ring.

You don't know that.

I'm on a bridge in the South of France

instead of on a beach in Brazil, counting
our money, because you fell for the mark.

I didn't fall, okay?

If you look around,
and you don't know who the mark is,

then it's you.

That Ferrari is not coming back.

You were played by a very bad girl.

She'll call.

She'll call.

Can we focus, please?

I do love the bad girls, though.

Focus.

All right, I heard you the first time.

I bet you did, with those big-ass ears.

There's nothing wrong with my ears.
I've got Dad's ears.

That's us. You got this?

Yeah. Do you?

You might need more of a running start.

You're gonna tell me how to do my job, now?

I'm just saying, one more step
might make all the difference.

Just drive.

Seriously?

Okay.

Hey, brother.

I should be driving.

You're flooding it, man.

Cutting the brakes? Really?

- That was your decision?
- I saved your ass back there.

You should learn to be kinder
to your brother.

- Half-brother.
- Yeah.

We were trying not to draw
attention to ourselves.

You know, I usually take
your general shit attitude towards me

as a thinly-veiled cry for help,
but not today, brother,

because this beauty is our first step
to getting flush.

- Look, I'm sorry. I didn't...
- Hi, Garrett.

You climbed out of our bed,
tip-toed over the floor,

and left me there to steal that car.

We are a team.

You can't sideline me on this one.

Well, I tried to convince him,
but he wasn't having any of it.

I'll give you a minute.

- Yeah.
- Steph...

You've got to let me in, Andrew.

All the way in.

Just tell me, "You got it."

You got it.

Come on.

Let's toast to Marseille.

Damn right, baby.

Yeah, if jackass over here
can learn how to follow a plan.

Come on! Your plan was to hang off
the side of a truck.

If only your dad could see you right now.

Here we go.

Did I ever tell you about the time
I changed the oil on that '62 Ferrari?

Terrible impression of Dad.

Greatest goddamn day
a grease jockey like me ever had.

See, I heard the Ferrari before I saw it.

Felt it shake the floor of the garage.

He's not gonna stop.

The body was like that of an elegant woman.

The paint, a perfect red. The oil...

We've really got to get him a girl.

For a few hours,
everything felt right in the world.

And then, like a vision, it was gone.

Okay. Time for bed, old man.

Fine.

Bye.

- Get some sleep. I'm serious.
- Yeah.

We've got a car to fence in the morning.

Yeah, you're right.
We should call it a night.

Or...

So, what was that you were saying
about "all the way in"?

Beautiful.

You have delivered the dream.

That's the Foster guarantee.

When I told you I wanted this car,

I didn't say I wanted it stolen
from a madman.

Let's be clear about that.

Well, we don't ask you
where you get your money.

Don't ask us where we get our cars.

But sometimes, you upset
the wrong guy and you find trouble.

Well, then don't upset us.

Look. Come on, now, all right?
This is just business.

You ordered a classic, Mr. Panahi,
and we delivered on time.

If you just pay us, we'll be on our way.

I swear,

I had no idea who the car belonged to.

I would never have...

Do you know who I am?

Nope, but I'm pretty sure the last time
a guy wearing an ascot got laid was 1972.

So you're brothers?

Yeah, he's my brother from another mother.

Literally. Look.

Never mind.

Would you like to know who I am?

If you look to the west,
just where the lake meets the shore...

Right at the tip, you see?

About 200 meters from there
is where I was born.

The house I lived in was
no bigger than a storage shed.

My mother worked for a fishmonger,

cleaning up scales and blood and gills
until her fingers went raw.

She was stooped over
as long as I ever knew her.

I didn't want to hug her,
the way she smelled.

Can you imagine not wanting
to hug your own mother?

My father worked for a man
who restored antique hunting rifles

until the day he died.

I learned all about underlever,
exposed hammers, Whelen barrels,

express sights

before I could walk.

When he died, I started stealing wallets
from the sailors in Marseille.

Made quite a living.

Kept expanding my operation.

And now, I'm the biggest
black-tar importer in southern Europe.

And a collector of all that is rare.

And beautiful.

Untie them.

I wanna show you more beauties.

Is that the Alfa Romeo 158?

Yes, it was driven by Juan Manuel Fangio.

This car finished first
in the 1950 Monte Carlo Grand Prix?

Perceptive.

Dodge 6 with right-handed steering?

It was altered for Al Capone himself.

Very convenient for a drive-by.

Corvette C1.

'64 Shelby Cobra.

You got an Austin-Healey,

a Jaguar Type-E,

and a BMW 327,

and an Aston Martin!

- '70?
- '69.

'67 Mustang.

Porsche 356.

Jaguar XK120.

Exactly right.

Right.

- You're...
- Jacomo Morier.

Oh, dear.

Yeah.

Entirety of my life
has been invested in these cars.

They're a constant reminder of how far
I've come and how far I intend to go.

That motherless freak Panahi thieved from me,

which means you thieved from me.

Mr. Morier, we had no idea this was your car.

We just thought it was purchased
at auction and passing through Marseille.

Ignorance of a crime against a man
is no excuse for the crime itself.

Wait, wait, wait.

Look, Mr. Morier, maybe there's
something we can do for you,

- you know?
- Garrett...

Make things square. He's gonna shoot us.

- You're not helping.
- Max Klemp.

- Max Klemp?
- Max Klemp.

Look, either we cut him in,
or there's nothing to cut.

Cut me into what?

Okay. Max Klemp.

Max Klemp was a third-generation
heavy out of West Berlin.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Turns out he was the smart one in the family

because at age 15, he started his MBA
at the University of Munich,

seven years younger than any other student.

At age 20, he proved himself
not only brilliant with numbers

but capable of taking over
the family business

in his own unique way.

At age 30, his father handed him
the reins to the empire,

and to celebrate the event,
he gave him a gift.

A 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO,

today worth roughly $38 million.

We were gonna steal it from them
here in Marseille.

It's our plan.

You know him?

Klemp.

I know the bastard
better than he knows himself.

He crossed me on an important real estate
deal in Berlin, which cost me dearly.

He took Torino, Naples, Monaco,

and then he decided to take something
else from me, something priceless.

Marseille. But Marseille is mine.

Well, sounds as if you
don't like him very much.

So, you say you're going to steal
that '62 Ferrari

right out of his compound.

That is impossible.

You let us go,

and we can bring you Max Klemp's
most prized possession.

Look, it's not just a car, Mr. Morier.

It's his legacy.

What do you say?

You have one week.

A week? We're gonna need longer than that.

Drop them back in Marseille.

We've never planned a job
inside a week before.

We're in Marseille.
We can't crew up that fast.

- Shit.
- What?

What's that?

- I'm gonna ask Steph to marry me.
- Now?

- Yeah.
- Really?

That's great. I'm happy for you.

I mean, she deserves better, but still.

I'm taking the piss, all right?

I want the best for you, brother.

- So you're okay with this?
- Of course.

- It's just...
- Here we go.

It's a genuine concern.

You get married. You have a kid.
The whole thing goes tits-up.

And I'm left holding the bag.

We can't do this forever.

But we can't stop in our prime.

I'm sure Stephanie would agree with me.

What did Dad say to us
when he brought us together?

"You missed the first 15 years of being
friends. Don't miss the next 50."

So let's get back on our feet

and do what we do best.

Garrett, after this job, I'm done.

You're joking.

When were you thinking of telling me?

Just did.

- Where have you been?
- Honey, just...

You scared the hell out of me.

Could really get used to this.

I called you all day.
You didn't answer the phone.

Why are you wet?

We had a slight problem.

What kind of problem?

The kind where people are shot off roofs.

What?

- Shot off roofs?
- I'm fine.

But this is why I don't
want you in on this one.

There's always a risk involved, Andrew.

That's part of the job.

There's a place for her, Andrew.

Out of the question. Not with these guys.

Sweet. It's like my own private telenovela.

You didn't tell her we've only got one week.

This is why you need me.

Plus, we're gonna need a crew
if we're gonna pull off a job like this.

Exactly what I thought.

I got a friend here in Marseille.

She can help us get the people we need.

- What?
- Relax.

She's great. She taught me a lot.
She's a fisherman.

No, I said "crew," Steph.

I'm not sure a fisherman
is exactly what we're looking for.

That's 'cause I haven't told you
what she fishes for.

And how do you know this friend, exactly?

Let's just say that neither of us
are welcome in any casino

this side of Amsterdam.

Yeah, we don't speak French. Sorry.

- Okay. You can pole me.
- I don't want...

Then come...

Check your valuables, sir.
This woman is a known thief.

No, I'm okay.

Here she comes.

She's single.

She's a thief.

We're thieves, smart guy.

Devin.

So good to see you.

- So, this is Andrew.
- Hi.

- And this is Garrett.
- Hello.

You having a little trouble with the police?

No trouble.

Call me.

Get back here!

- Stop!
- Get back here!

It's not bad.

She's in.

So the bump is important, but the
misdirection of the target is the key.

And now you can rob poor tourists together.

Stop.

Get them thinking about one thing
before you bump them.

Like, say, "Excuse me, do you have the time?"

No, you don't.

Would another good example of a misdirect
be to get someone to fall in love with you,

steal their stuff,
and then leave while they're asleep?

Brazil, Brazil.

Yeah, that would work really well.

Leon.

Leon.

What did you bring me, you thief?

Your favorite.

First, you have to prove to my friends
how good you are at blowing things up.

Open the safe without harming the pastries,

and they're yours.

All right, get out of the way.

Should we...

I promise, he's good.

I just got him a little excited. It was...

He's in.

- He's in?
- Yup. We don't have time to be picky.

Not this time. No.

I wanna focus on the job.

- You sure about that?
- Yes.

Yes.

Anyway, I think we should be more concerned

about how we're gonna
work this from the inside.

I wanna do that.

I'm the last one anyone would expect.

Steph...

What?

Can I talk to you for a sec?

What's the matter with you?

How many times
are we gonna have the same fight?

I'm just trying to keep you safe.

So let me get this straight.

You've risked my life in the past,
but now you won't.

- Yeah.
- Is that it?

- Yes, that's right.
- Why?

Because we're together now?

- I haven't changed.
- I have.

You know I can handle it.

Andrew, shutting me out

and trying to protect me
like one of those cars, it won't work.

I know you're afraid to lose me,
but this is the life we chose.

Don't you see that?

So, tell me, what happened in Brazil?

- It doesn't matter.
- I'd like to know.

- No. No, please. Allow me.
- Andrew.

You see, we were finishing a job.

- Don't.
- '61 California Spider. It was beautiful.

We had the car, and the night
we negotiate the deal with the buyers,

Gabriela lets little Garrett hit it.

The next morning, Gabriela's gone,
and so is the Ferrari.

Screwed two times.

Not quite.

Actually, while I was recovering,
Andrew saw the car leave at dawn.

He could have chased it. I know I would have.

The road was blocked.

Which is why you should have done
the Riviera Run.

- What?
- Yeah.

- What, did you just make that up?
- Yup.

It's catchy.

- What's that?
- Riviera Run?

Okay.

So you're holding the throttle while
mashing the brake at the same time.

It's not as easy as it sounds, okay?

Too much pressure, and the engine stalls.

Too little, and you lose speed.

And then, when you let it go...

Riviera Run.

That doesn't actually work.

Yes, it does. You didn't try it.

You weren't there.

Stop.

So that's it?

You don't get involved with girls
on jobs anymore?

I think you should dance with me.

Yeah? Only if you give me
my phone back first.

It's not gonna ring.

They're good.

Really good.

You have friends that can drive like that?

So what's your plan?

Don't need one.

Got to be able to adapt.

- Just start low.
- Yeah, I know what to do.

Garrett, let me help you with this.

- These people...
- No, thanks.

Fair, but firm. That's what I always do.

I don't steal from people
who don't have it coming.

Fine. Be my guest.

Who wants bouillabaisse?

I'm buying.

We're prepared to pay you each
�1,000 for your driving services.

All right, then.

You know the way out.

Look, you guys need to counter.
That's how this works.

Otherwise, I don't know
where your heads are, so...

Okay, then.
Just a little bit of help, please.

Five grand. It's my final offer.

What?

They don't speak English?

I tried to tell you, but...

You knew about this, didn't you?

No.

You're a wanker.

- Five grand.
- We're good, then.

Of course. Always.

That's women for you!

Who's that?

Who are you?

You're gonna swing that thing? Go ahead.

Except I understand you wanna get in
with Max Klemp.

I can help with that.

I asked you a question.

My name is Laurent.

- Well, this was lovely, Laurent.
- Morier.

Laurent Morier.

I'm Jacomo Morier's first cousin.

I believe you had a nice day
of skeet shooting with him.

He asked me to join up with you.

Help you with whatever you have planned.

So, you mean, spy on us
and report back to him.

Exactly.

Let me ask you, who is your contact
inside Max Klemp's organization?

I'll tell you.

It's me.

How?

I know a guy who knows a guy.

The guy I know is Kuhn.

Does dirty work for Klemp

but he cannot ignore an easy score.

Mr. Kuhn.

What the hell do you want, Laurent Morier?

I have a business proposition
you might be interested in.

And what's your cousin think
of you being here?

What my cousin doesn't know
is what my cousin doesn't know.

- What are your names?
- Foster.

I'm Garrett, and this is my brother, Andrew.

That's cute. Who's in charge?

- I am.
- I am.

I got this one, boys.

Okay, here's the deal.

These guys are the two best drivers
in the business.

We can steal anything with an engine.

Armored trucks, high-end delivery vans...

- Why don't we just show you?
- Wait.

If we pull a job for you,
we get an introduction.

- To whom?
- Max Klemp.

I don't know Max Klemp.

Come on.

Well, that's too bad.

Wait.

Here. Hold that.

Now he's just showing off.

Get back in here.

Are you done yet?

Good.

But enough games. Take a look out there.

See that cargo plane?

It's a vehicle with an engine, right?

I want you to stop it.

Now.

What?

Listen, that's not what we meant.

If that plane takes off,
then you can forget about Max Klemp.

- Garrett?
- Yeah.

- You see that plane about to take off?
- Yeah.

Don't let it.

Really?

Where are you going?

To watch you.

What the hell are you doing?

We've got a plane to catch.

You can watch from right here.

Stop! Stop!

Garrett, get out in front of it.

Yeah, I'm on it.

What the hell?

Congratulations.

You just robbed
one of Max Klemp's private planes.

He owns this airstrip and everything in it.

I'm quite sure he'll be looking
for an introduction to you now.

You've got some balls. Good for you.

My pilot, on the other hand, was weak.

I can't stand the weak.

So you two took Kuhn for a bit of a ride?

Something like that.

Do you know how much a new propeller costs?

We're worth it, though, if I may, Mr. Klemp.

My brother and I have pulled jobs
on all five continents.

Your car collection is legendary.
We can help you add to it.

Any car, any time. We're not rookies.

I think our work speaks for itself.

You can easily hire the gutter punks down
in Marseille to steal what needs stealing,

but if you want it done right...

Well,

we have a reputation.

You.

Me?

No, the one without the mouth,
the big guy. Come here.

Come on, big guy.

Hold this nail for me.

You know, my brother
really handles the negotiation.

There's nothing to negotiate.

You see, I don't care about reputation
or how good you think you are.

I care about one thing.

Trust.

There are not many people
in this town you can trust.

What makes you think you're one of them?

We're not from this town.

Neither am I.

You can buy trust, Mr. Klemp.

Respect, on the other hand,
you can't put a price on that.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you.

You know what?

Something wrong?

I'm a car enthusiast.

You wanna see my garage.

Don't you think I know
that you're Jacomo Morier's cousin?

- Second cousin.
- Second cousin.

I think.

I never get those things right.

First cousin once removed, second cousin...

Why are you here?

- Look, Mr. Klemp...
- Let him answer.

Two years ago,
I went to my cousin to ask for work.

In front of all his men, he spun me
around, kicked me in the ass.

Told me to go beg for scraps
in someone else's junkyard.

Said our blood meant nothing to him.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Klemp.

When an opportunity comes along
where he's standing on a cliff's edge,

I'll be the one to push.

Is that so?

Beautiful.

GTO 250.

I haven't seen one of these
outside a car magazine.

She's gorgeous.

It's not a car.

It's a masterpiece.

Trumps them all, right?

All right, enough. Get out of here.

Here, keep this safe.

He's a liability.

What did you say?

I said you're a goddamn liability, and the
last thing I need is an amateur in my crew.

Amateur?

You wouldn't even have looked
in the garage if it weren't for me.

I clocked that garage
in the first five seconds.

What I didn't do is draw attention to it.

I found out what needed finding out.

- You got the code, didn't you?
- No, you overplayed your hand.

Having you around was a mistake.

You think my cousin is going
to let you go on without me?

I wouldn't bet on it.

You know, what you said earlier
about throwing Morier off a cliff,

was that true?

I love my cousin.

All right.

Really? What now?

They forced their way in
and said they would wait for you.

Officer DePaul with INTERPOL,
and this is Officer Closson.

You are Garrett and Andrew Foster?

Yeah, that's right.

And who's this?

- Simon Dardin.
- Sorry. What?

Simon Dardin.

What is this about?

Well, you tell me.

Why would we be here
standing in your apartment?

Well, I don't know.

Seems illegal, though.

Do you have to have a warrant in France?

I think you have to have a warrant.

Funny guy.

We are investigating
a stolen car ring all over Europe,

and the names that we hear again and again

are two brothers named Foster.

Yeah. Are you sure that it's "Foster"
coming up and not "Fosterre"?

I see. You are smart guys.

I love smart guys.

I love to watch them crack.

I love that moment in their eyes
when they realize they're not so smart.

You must see that every morning
when you're brushing your teeth.

See you soon, Foster brothers.

We'll be there when you're not so smart.

Seems like I need to be more worried
about the two of you

than you need to worry about me.

We need to get the hell out of here.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Listen, you say one word of this
to your cousin,

and I'll be the person
throwing somebody off a cliff.

Yeah?

Tell me your "drop this"
radar isn't going off.

I'm ignoring it.

You shouldn't.

Well, that's why I have you.

We're just relying on way too many people
we don't know for this not to go sideways.

We're a team. Remember?

The sooner you start to realize that,
the sooner we can just get on with it.

You really think I wanna steal cars
for the rest of my life?

There are other ways to make Dad proud.

Stubborn old dog, wasn't he?

Never thought I'd forgive him when he left.

Then seeing him in that hospital bed,

chasing dreams till the very end.

He wasn't the best dad.

He brought us together, though, didn't he?

It's just Stephanie.
She... She changes things.

No, Andrew. She doesn't.

The reason why you love her is because
she's more like us than you care to admit.

Surely, you see that.

So what are you saying?

We continue to work together as a threesome?

Well,

I mean, I wouldn't have used that word,
but now that you mentioned it...

Is there a moment you can't ruin?

Don't you know this market
isn't safe for foreigners?

Come with me.

- Get your hands off me.
- Move it.

Get out of my way!

Don't we know them?

Panahi's men.

Run!

Go left!

- They took her.
- What?

Morier's men, they snatched
Stephanie at the market.

Morier!

Hold it right there!

Watch your manners, boy.

Where is she?

Try it.

You wanna see her?

Come on.

- Steph!
- Andrew, stop!

- No!
- Wait.

Calm down. Think about it.

Stop. Stop!

I understand you boys are thinking
of running away from France

- without stealing the one car I want.
- No!

- Wait!
- You're trying to make a fool of me.

She's not in this!

Everyone is in this.

No!

Please.

If you don't bring me that vintage Ferrari,

this pretty girl's face
will be nothing but a skid mark.

Then I'm gonna kill everyone you know.
Everyone you ever said bonjour to.

I'm gonna kill every last one of them

in ways that would make
the devil hide his eyes.

- Am I making myself completely clear?
- Yes.

Well then, let's consider our deal
officially renegotiated.

I wanna hear your plan, and I wanna
meet your crew, every last one of them.

Can I have a word with my brother
for a second?

Come on. Andrew!

Think.

- This changes everything.
- No, it doesn't, Andrew.

We can adapt.

- I can't lose her.
- Neither can I.

Yeah?

Okay. You wanna know the plan?

Meet us and our team
tomorrow morning at the chapelle.

So, let's hear how you're gonna do this.

The best way to steal from a thief
is to lure him away from the stash.

How are we gonna do that?

Well...

First, we're gonna get our hands
on a bulldozer.

Then we're gonna steal some stuff.

Police cars, police vans,

and some riot gear.

So you're gonna boost police cars.

Klemp has a lot of policemen in his pocket.

We know, and we're counting on that.

- Yes?
- Max Klemp?

This is Corinne
from the police station in Marseille.

I was told to tip you that
you are being raided sometime today.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Alpha team left.

Bravo, right. Go, go, go!

If you back a rat into a corner,

he'll bare his teeth and fight to the death.

But if you give that rat
an option, he'll take it.

And then you can steer him
in whichever direction you want.

And how are you sure he'll run?

Because all rats desert a sinking ship.

It's instinct.

Just remember, you're dealing
with a very smart rat.

We're smarter.

What the hell is this?

Just be cool.

Weapons down! Now!

How stupid do you think I am?

The minute your cousin
stepped foot on my property,

I knew you were up to something.

You learned nothing from our history.

You have something of value, I take it.

The drugs, the mule routes,
the ports, and now Marseille.

This is my town. I'll never let you take it.

I tell you one thing.

I'm always 10 steps ahead of him,

so whatever you're gonna do,

I'd think twice.

Good to see you, old friend.

Take him tomorrow, and I am coming with you.

That's not a good idea
if we're gonna do this.

"If'?

I say tomorrow.

And I'll drive that car.

7:00 a.m. Here.

Too bad we have to leave
your sexy girl behind.

I'm sure my cousin
will take good care of her.

I wanna talk to someone.

Listen, you bastards, let me out!

Thanks.

So, the food is good?

I see you are still getting along so well.

Although I should tell you, we have
discovered that you are not Simon Dardin.

You are the cousin of Monsieur
Jacomo Morier from right here in Marseille.

Good work, officers.

You should be proud
of your investigative skills.

You lied to us. We know something is up.

And when we find out what it is,

we'll all be spending
much more time together.

I guarantee that.

You know, I'm going to enjoy this.

What are you talking about?

We can't have them follow us,
or none of this is gonna work.

So, we're gonna have INTERPOL
think that we had a falling out.

- Falling out?
- Yeah.

Son of a bitch!

Morier's cousin?

Come on.

If you insist. Thanks.

Andrew! Wait. Where are you going?

All alone again?

Story of my life.

Mind if I join you?

Look, I'm really not in the mood.

Nice.

It's not my flavor.

Yeah, you're right.

Ferrari has never made a car like the 166.

What did you just say?

Well, my father spent 20 years restoring one.

- The original red Barchetta?
- Yes.

- That's my favorite car.
- Really?

Did you ever get to drive it?

Every Sunday afternoon.

Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do.

It's gonna be okay, Garrett.
We're gonna do this.

Come here.

What? What do you want?

I'm hungry.

Come on. Please.

I thought we could eat together.

What do you think?

You think I'm stupid?

You think I'm gonna fall
for your little trick?

Well, you fell for Andrew's, didn't you?

I bet you didn't even fight back.

What did you say?

What did you say?

Come here.

Nice try.

Okay, this is it.

You know what to do.

Buckle up.

Okay. Let's roll.

- Hello?
- Max Klemp.

Monsieur Morier?

INTERPOL.

Out of the car, please.

Get the car. We're leaving.

Everyone back up.

Forgive me for being direct, Monsieur Morier,

but are you not here expecting to meet
two men by the name of Foster?

I don't know what you're speaking of.

I'm speaking of the two men whom we
witnessed beating Mr. Laurent here.

I'm speaking of the two men who
are going to incite a crime war for you.

You are all under arrest.

- You've got to be kidding me.
- It's okay. I have more, yeah?

We don't have time.
We've got to get inside now.

The best way to steal from a thief
is to lure him away from the stash.

You work out of the Brussels office, yes?

That's right.

Tell Officer Vanderberg

this is the second time
he sends his bees to sting me,

- and it won't work this time, either.
- I will tell him.

There is no Officer Vanderberg.

I told you I could be your inside girl.

Never doubted you for a second.

You're an idiot.

Tick-tock, turtledoves.

Fire in the hole.

Come on.

Yes!

I hope you're out of there
because you've got trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Morier made us. He's heading home.

Come on.

Come on.

You all in?

All right, guys, whatever you do,
don't wreck these cars.

- Shit.
- What?

You looking for this?

Andrew, we don't have time.

- Look at me.
- But...

Steph.

Will you marry me?

You're crazy.

Yes.

Yes, go. Go! Go now.

All right, proceed as planned.
We'll take the canyon.

Leon, get ready to blow
that bridge behind us.

Andrew, it's not worth it.

Andrew, no!

The Riviera Run.

Damn.

Devin, hope you're ready for Plan B.

I'm ready.

Andrew, what are you doing?

Morier, this ends now.

What part of the plan is this?

Thought you didn't need a plan.

I will call you.

I promise.

Yeah.

- Guys.
- Yeah, it's cool.

Officers. Glad to see you.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry.

Good.

- Next time, we want to drive.
- You've got it.

Thanks for playing along.

Anytime.

By the way, the guy in the barrel,
was it too much?

No, it was a nice touch.

Good.

I have to hand it to you, it was a bold plan.

Yeah? Well, you know what they say.

Fortune favors the bold.

Why does this keep happening to me?

I'm a good person. I mean, I talk a lot,

but I don't deserve
to be blown off every time.

- That phone's not gonna ring.
- You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

What is that I hear?

- Any trouble?
- Nope.

You are beautiful. You know that?

That's my favorite thing about her.

The ability to shut him up.

What?

Oh, my God!

Did I ever tell you about the time
I changed the oil on that '62 Ferrari?

Greatest goddamn day
a grease jockey like me ever had.

It's all yours, old man.

So that's it, then?

We're done?

- You know...
- What?

There is one more thing.

A '53 Sierra Coupe.

There are only nine in the world.

And one is in Barcelona.

You up for it?

I'm driving.

You think I bought
that you just came up with that plan?

A wise man once told me,

"If you look around
and can't see who the mark is,

"then it's you."