♪ Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye ♪
♪ Singin', "This'll be the day that I die." ♪
-(man calls out in French) -(clicks)
MAN (English accent): We're gonna have to talk fast, man.
It's a cassette, so they rewind it. It takes, like, 40 seconds.
-How'd they catch you? -My guys fucked up.
Yeah, my guys fucked up, too.
It's a real fucking jellyfish, this.
-What's that? -It's a real fucking jellyfish.
-This. -The situation we're in?
-Yeah. -I'm not really following you, man.
I grew up in Bembridge, on the coast of the English Channel.
Lot of jellyfish. Very hard to eradicate.
You try to kill one, say, spear it or what have you,
you can make two. They regenerate.
-Two what? -Two jellyfish. I'm saying you try to solve a problem
and, in doing so, you make two more problems,
which is the scenario we're in here.
The "American Pie" scenario we're in here.
We try to handle this physicist, miss,
and now both our governments are exposed.
You're with Defense Intelligence? Great Britain?
-I am. -You were part of the advance team?
Yeah. I was arrested at the airport on the way in.
They fucked up my passport, said I was born in 1876.
Yeah, that's why I didn't get any advance information
I was shooting the wrong guy.
Yeah. Sorry, mate.
How long you been in here?
Egypt or this box?
-This box. -I guess a week.
John.
Yeah, I heard you. I'm just trying to remember my name.
-Call me Spike. -Is that your name?
No, I just picked it, just in this moment, 'cause it's cool.
-Yeah, it is cool. -(clicks, song begins)
-♪ I started singing ♪ -I'll talk to you in three minutes or so.
-Okay. Spike. -♪ Bye, bye, Miss American Pie ♪
♪ Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry ♪
♪ Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye ♪
♪ Singin', "This'll be the day that I die"... ♪
(phone rings)
Hello?
MILLS: Mr. Leslie Claret?
This is Mr. Leslie Claret.
Mr. Claret, this is Detective Emile Mills
calling to confirm our request to interview you
concerning your colleague, John Lakeman.
An interview scheduled between you and Sergeant Poullian
upon your arrival this evening.
Yeah.
I'll be there.
How many fillet welds would you use in that scenario, John?
I would use two.
I like the little Asian guy better.
-(grunts) -(tires screech)
Except for Lakeman, who's simply not going.
-(gunshot) -(grunts)
(tires screech)
("Sure Shot" by Beastie Boys playing)
♪ 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Mike D, come and rock the sure shot ♪
♪ I've got the brand-new doo-doo ♪
♪ Guaranteed like Yoo-hoo ♪
♪ I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu ♪
♪ I'm a newlywed, I'm not a divorcée, yeah ♪
♪ And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey ♪
♪ Well, it's The Taking of the Pelham One Two Three ♪
♪ If you want a doo-doo rhyme, then come see me ♪
♪ I've got the savoir faire with the unique rhymin' ♪
♪ I keep it on and on, it's never quittin' time and ♪
♪ Strictly handheld is the style I go ♪
♪ Never rock the mic with the pantyhose ♪
♪ I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go ♪
♪ 'Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario ♪
♪ Pull up at the function and you know I Kojak ♪
♪ To all the party people that are on my bozack ♪
♪ I've got more action than my man John Woo ♪
♪ And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew, yeah ♪
♪ Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Oh, well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic ♪
♪ Use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic ♪
♪ To send my rhymes out to all the nations ♪
♪ Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication ♪
♪ 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop ♪
♪ Keep on and rockin' the sure shot. ♪
(indistinct chatter in distance)
JACK: My plan didn't work either.
My plan to help John.
What was the basis of it?
Ah, dime sock. Lights out.
That didn't work?
Fucked it up.
What was the basis of your plan?
The basis was chuck that fucking money
in whatever the name of this river is.
The Alzette.
-Chuck it in the Alzette. -Why?
So John stops riding bikes into cars.
Did you fuck it up?
Yeah.
Yeah, I fucked it up, too.
Yeah, you said that.
Well...
I'm gonna go see John.
DENNIS: I fucked up way back. Too.
First.
Thigh slice. Then I went to the E.R.
Probably, the whole... basis... is me.
The whole car thing, this whole fucked up thing. Me.
Don't do that to yourself, man.
It's a fucking intense thing going on here.
Still, it's... pretty fucked up.
-This whole thing? -Yeah.
Yeah.
He needs real help, you know?
Not the Three Fucketeers.
Yeah, well, I'm going.
♪ ♪
(phone chimes)
(seat belt indicator chimes)
(flight attendant speaking French over P.A. system)
FLIGHT ATTENDANT (over P.A.): Please fasten your seatbelts.
We've begun our descent into Luxembourg City.
We're landing in approximately 25 minutes.
(woman speaking French over P.A. system)
(panting) Leslie.
Tom.
Leslie, I'm not a tugger.
I know that, Tom. I know damn well.
But I'm John's father.
And from one father to another,
could you please just walk past your sign,
outside with me,
so we can say some things to each other?
About John.
(Leslie grunts)
Leslie,
father to father.
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
Leslie.
Yeah, Tom?
How you been, Leslie?
Not too good, Tom.
Not too good.
I'm sorry to hear that, Leslie.
Got shot in the face, Tom.
Shot right in the face.
Yeah.
Well, I thought we could talk about that, Leslie.
And you'll notice that I'm not staying at the King Gerald,
because I wanted to be in a neighborhood, Tom,
where it would be a little easier to score.
He's checked into the Doctor Cortez.
That's a five minute walk.
Leslie, my son is not an engineer.
Leslie, he's...
(exhales)
Leslie, John is an intelligence officer.
(indistinct chatter in distance)
(exhales)
(shoes squeaking)
(thud echoing)
And he's worked in that capacity for...
well, too long,
fighting his battles by himself...
almost always by himself.
Now, I know you've faced an awful lot, Leslie,
but he's enduring hardship beyond anything you've faced.
He's devoted and essential, Leslie.
He's a fine young man,
and I've been...
maybe not a terrific father to him.
He's a better son, anyway.
I know that anyway, Leslie.
I know about that, Tom.
I do.
And I know about trying to fix that...
Tom... I do.
I'm so worried about him, Leslie.
He...
has this dog that won't leave his side
because it knows he's hurting.
And...
I have to ask him to keep going
because what he's doing is vital.
And all I can do is try to protect him
as much as I can along the way--
which is why I'm here--
and... hope that someday,
someday soon, this will end,
and he'll be restored
and he can understand...
and forgive me.
You say he's not doing too well, Tom?
Not too well, Leslie, no.
I've been driving him, Tom.
Me, too, Leslie.
Pushing the boy.
Can I see him, Tom?
Try to work this out, man-to-man?
Take your time, guy. I'm just about to launch a solo raid.
Keep making noise with those keys, also. That's good, too.
♪ ♪
Action Boys, Position Three.
(birds squawking)
What's the thing you have to look out for? The most?
You have to avoid any abrupt stop, because...
Well, stopping all of a sudden,
that's the tugger's greatest worry.
The weight?
Yes. If we stop too suddenly, all the weight we're pulling...
will come up behind. Catastrophe.
Next thing you know, you have a freighter...
laying across your quarter bilt, halfway up your kort nozzle.
Check it out.
I have trouble seeing, even at this distance.
I was promoted.
What does it read?
It reads detective.
Does that mean you're more safe?
Or less now, Mouse?
Is that all you're concerned with?
I'm your father. Yes.
Do you have more responsibility now?
Yeah.
Then well done.
There's a low water marker a kilometer north now.
I know this one.
How much room do you have to leave?
800 meters.
Okay. So you're fine on this course.
Thank you, Captain.
I don't understand what you want.
I want to know where John's father is,
where he'll be-- Thomas Tavner--
for a given afternoon or evening.
(car engine rumbling)
I don't know anything about that.
I know I arrived here to see John.
Then he had your daughter, and now you do,
and now I want to leave.
(door opening)
(door closing)
(exhales)
My mom said that you would bring me to Disneyland
to meet Chip the Cup.
I'm very excited, Alice.
(car engine starts)
♪ ♪
I guess I got to get this fucked up thing done
First, I have to get a gun
From some guy I picked at random
Shit, he looks like a nice guy
His gun's probably just in a drawer
In his little French grocery store
Man, I could maybe just snag it
Without a lot of goddamn drama
Who knows, maybe this will be easy
And I can have an hour off to feel easy
'Cause there's some heavy-duty stuff soon
Like breaking into an armed compound
Fighting guys in crazy suits
And probably a dog, too
You'd think I could just breeze into
This guy's grocery, stroll past the chips and
Lift his gun then cruise out
Nice and easy
Maybe I'm fucking crazy
But this could be easy
And in the sweet hour after
I could even have beers with my friends
Probably there's cool wine bars and shit
Around here where we can sit
And just shoot the breeze about the weather
And maybe girls
Respectfully
I already asked my 3 friends to meet me
Around here cause this is gonna be
Easy goddamnit to take this sweet-faced grocer's gun
Man, he has a sweet face
Bonjour.
-(gun cocks) -(Martin speaks French)
(gunshots)
-(coins jangle) -God...
(grunts, groans)
Slow down.
Man, that shit was so fucked up
And sure wasn't easy
Holy shit, we all can get arrested here
Any second
I'm telling my friends to act like
Everything's cool and nothing happened
But I'm pretty fucking sure
I don't have two of my fingers
Also, I think Dennis lost some
He's behind me here and I hear him crying
Probably we're not going to a wine bar
-(beeping) -I don't like songs about trains
There's just too many in my opinion
But goddamn, I hope a train
Pulls into this fucking station
And that train has to roll up soon
In like 15 fucking seconds
(train rumbling)
DENNIS: I can't tell which two fingers are mine.
Holy shit.
Fuck. (panting) Can you?
Dennis, come on. Quiet down.
Does anybody have another finger?
-Are we missing one? -Yeah.
Also, ow, man.
Fuck, it hurts to get shot.
They look exactly the fucking same.
How is that possible?
-We're-we're two men. -Dennis,
you got to quiet down, man.
I sell big pipes.
What the fuck?
(crying): I sell big pipes.
Hey. You're going into shock.
Can I go to the hospital this time?
No, you went to the hospital last time.
That's why we're all shot now.
Why doesn't everybody shut the fuck up here?
I don't know, man.
Why don't we find, like, a disgraced veterinarian?
I'm not going to a French cat doctor.
-Dennis. -Cats don't have fingers.
-Apes do. Sort of. -Yeah.
Oh. Okay.
Well, we'll just find a fucking French ape doctor, Edward.
It's 2:00 in the morning.
Dennis, you saved my life, man.
Come on. You can keep it together.
You came through.
Blue ribbon balls.
I would put a blue ribbon on your balls, man,
if I had a blue ribbon.
Yeah, McClaren.
But you have to quiet down.
I don't want you getting arrested.
You're my best friend, man.
Shots fired on Corbevoie Street.
Suspects wounded. Seen fleeing into underground
at Nanterre Station.
Dennis, cover up those fingers.
Put your hand in your coat and don't follow me.
Eddie, leave at the next stop.
♪ ♪
Corbevoie suspects likely on train 11
nearing Tammillie Station.
♪ ♪
Tell him everything.
I'm a... consultant
with a governmental department
that collects intelligence and implements processes
that are paid for and directed outside the prescribed structure
of oversight.
I don't know shit about Donnelly nut spacing systems
or tamped fixture rim-riding grip configurations.
I'm a righty in real life.
I'm sorry that I fucked with your important work.
And with your life,
which is also probably important to you.
But I'm obligated, in instances,
to effect action
central to the completion of a specific and critical task
without regard for ancillary repercussions,
which-- I'm sorry, Leslie--
has meant,
over this period we shared,
you.
I'm a goddamn mess, son.
And it's largely due to you.
Hey, guy.
Good evening.
LESLIE: Evening.
You have, um...
Your nose, sir.
Thanks.
I, uh...
let it rip this week.
Really,
you know...
really fucking let it rip.
You get it, yeah.
(chuckles)
Regarding suspects on train 11, negative.
-Do not post at Tammillie Station. -John?
Can we, uh...
Can we do that lefty?
(indistinct conversations)
JOHN: Fuck.
TOM: What?
JOHN: I have to tell you something.
You...
You're gonna be mad at me.
Tell me what?
John.
JOHN: I've been fingerprinted before.
TOM: What?
JOHN: I... Before.
I was...
TOM: What?
JOHN: I was 14.
But, you know, same fingers as now,
so I have to tell you.
My finger's back there.
Back where?
Back where it got shot off,
at the... at the little grocery thing.
When were you fingerprinted?
In Denton.
For buying beer and driving your Mustang.
-At 14? -Yeah.
Christ, son.
Something could have happened to that car.
-I know. -It was cherry.
I know. That's why I didn't tell you.
You know, I send you all over the goddamn planet
with the understanding that things you touch
while operating in many gray areas of the law, son--
many goddamned gray areas--
cannot be traced back to you, my son.
Now I learn that they can.
You people have to tell me this stuff.
Yeah, well, you just really liked that car.
-Well, it was cherry. -I know.
You always say that. It's...
it's kind of gross.
-Gross? -Yeah.
-Why? -I don't know.
It just is, though.
TOM (exhales deeply): Fuck.
We can't do this.
-This what? -Cantar Walley.
If they can put you here at this time as John Tavner...
an employee of ours...
They can put you here at the same time,
we can't do this. Fuck.
JOHN: Let's go get it back.
-What? -My finger.
I'm sorry.
I fucked up.
I did.
You have to get up now.
We have to leave here before there are more questions.
Home?
No, we're leaving the hospital.
I have to, uh...
remain on this task for a time.
The other side is still here.
How do you know?
Look at you.
They are intent to gain back what they gave to us.
(whispering): I have to find the young man
who gave Mikham the money weeks ago...
son...
and kill him.
Lakeman.
The police mentioned the name Lakeman.
I'm Detective Nan Ntep.
Please describe the assault from the beginning.
It's gonna be cool, man.
Carol's here.
-So what? -(door closes)
So she can put your fingers back on.
CAROL: Edward?
We're in here.
(chuckles) Hey. Welcome.
I still can't tell which ones are mine.
What's going on?
Efram, go unpack.
Thank God you're here, as a veterinarian.
-As a what? -As a veterinarian.
-Why? -'Cause you can put his fingers back on.
-I can do what? -You can put Dennis's fingers back on.
He had his fingers shot off, and he can't go to the hospital.
-W-What? -I can't say, honey.
Work. My dad. I'm not at liberty to...
But we both got shot. I took a shoulder graze.
So we're glad that you're here
to put his fingers back on as a veterinarian,
as that is commonly seen in feature films.
What is?
When guys can't go to the hospital,
a disgraced veterinarian operates on them.
-I'm not disgraced. -I am.
-Maybe I could help you or... -Th-That part's not important.
The important part is that
because you almost work on humans,
you can then work on humans
and it's not a big deal and you can just do it.
I cannot. Edward, animals don't have fingers.
-Apes, we were saying. -Apes?
What the fuck? I don't operate on apes.
I've never seen a fucking ape.
-Okay, Efram's here, geez. -Okay, I'm sorry.
You're just... You're telling me you got shot.
I don't know what's going on. You're...
I thought we were taking a few days off.
Um, how long do I have?
To have these back on? Before they die?
Like, three hours, probably.
(exhales) Like, from now?
Or from when I was shot?
You need to go to the hospital immediately.
I did that once.
-It fucked everything up. -Who are you?
Jack Birdbath.
Of course.
Can you try?
It's already been, like, 20 minutes.
I already lost my wife, and I'm 42,
so it's already creepy.
And this, I mean...
Can you try?
John.
Yeah?
I don't know.
What?
Never been in the field before.
It's not the field.
It's a 7-Eleven.
Y-Yeah.
I don't know. I...
I feel unusually nervous.
You ever bought a pack of cigarettes before?
Yeah, I used to smoke before you were born.
Your mom made me stop.
You're just buying a pack of cigarettes.
Okay.
You just walk in there up to the counter,
and I'll come in behind you.
Yeah.
I don't know. I feel...
unusually nervous to play a role here.
How do you feel?
My hand hurts.
No, I mean, besides that.
Pretty good.
Okay.
I don't.
Hey, you got to get in front.
Why?
Because you have to go in first.
(exhales)
What did the first guy look like?
He was white.
(entrance bell chimes)
(indistinct police radio transmission)
Funyuns. (grunts)
That's him.
He stole my new gun.
♪ ♪
♪ Okay ♪
♪ Woah-oh, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Takin' you in ♪
♪ Make you feel like ♪
♪ It's never been good ♪
♪ Takin' you in ♪
♪ Make you feel like ♪
♪ It's never been good ♪
♪ Can't even sing a love song ♪
♪ She said, "Don't you know ♪
♪ It's not that love's wrong?" ♪
♪ Goin' in and out where you don't belong ♪
♪ There's a love song comin' along ♪
♪ Takin' you in ♪
♪ Make you feel like ♪
♪ It's never been good ♪
♪ Takin' you in ♪
♪ Make you feel like ♪
♪ It's never been good ♪
♪ I know it's not easy ♪
♪ Lovin' what's left of me ♪
♪ Hang on, lovers ♪
♪ Here comes a love melody ♪
♪ What'cha doin' up there ♪
♪ Where you don't belong? ♪
♪ You don't know nobody up there ♪
♪ You better come back down... ♪
(song fades) r come back down... ♪