Please welcome National Security Director of France,
Maximilian Laurent.
(applause)
This era of heightened threats must be met with an era of
heightened cooperation among the European nations
and heightened awareness concerning the practicalities
of our information gathering practices.
This goal leads me to proudly announce that
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow,
and everywhere that Mary went that lamb was sure to go.
(indistinct murmuring)
I'm terribly sorry.
Forgive me.
Perhaps the overnight flight has left me less than my best.
My sincere apologies.
As I was saying...
Yes, as I was saying...
There once was a man from Nantucket...
(whispering indistinctly)
JOHN: The Denon deal.
LESLIE: Yeah.
JOHN: Can you close that, today, Leslie?
-Denon? -Yeah.
Well, that one probably slipped through our fingers, John.
It's been a fucked-up week.
You were up against it.
I get that.
I'm just saying that taking out both me and Stephen
was a double whammy,
if you will,
in regard to the Denon deal.
(exhales)
Hold that on your gums till the bleeding stops.
Astonishing.
There was a time, in the near past...
well, there was a time, son, I had you down as a punk.
(sighs)
I wonder what else I've been wrong about.
Probably lots.
Leslie.
Yeah, John?
JOHN: Denon.
Yeah?
You have to get that done.
I thought you left all that behind.
Can you get it done, Leslie, today?
Understood, John.
Understood.
Now, John, is it also understood
that while I do plan to get the Denon deal done,
I have been through a bad week,
physically and emotionally.
Chemically.
I mean, son,
since you shot me in the mug,
I have been on some heavy mothers.
Can you get it done?
-Denon? -Yeah, it's critical.
To your important task?
Yeah.
Perhaps.
Leslie, it's as critical as it gets.
Can you straighten up and close it?
I need you to focus on your piping, man.
Boy.
The worm has really fucking turned here, hasn't it?
Can you close it?
You wrote the book, Leslie.
I did.
Go show them.
I want your old man to get you home, kid.
Get it done.
So, I'll go.
Do my best.
And I won't even do coke on the train.
Cool.
Yeah.
It is cool.
(bell tolling)
(door opens, closes)
Hey.
JOHN: Hey.
You got my call?
-Yeah. -To call it off.
Yeah.
(laughing): Thank God.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Good.
Then, okay.
"Then, okay," what?
Then, okay. Fuck it.
We'll take whatever blow comes.
We'll... take store,
rest, repair and get shipshape again and, uh...
that's that.
Let's get home.
So this guy's alive, so the money's gone.
We'll deal.
The money's back.
What?
The money's back.
W-What is?
It's all there.
Fuck.
What?
All of it?
Yeah.
That's great.
Where's Myna?
Myna's gone.
There's no one here.
She came for her, finally?
I just got here. Myna was gone.
Then the money was there.
All right.
(stammers)
We're back.
JOHN: Okay.
(chuckling): Hey.
It worked, we're back on track.
Yeah.
(crying softly)
Are you ready?
Yes.
What's wrong, honey?
I'm so sorry.
JOHN: Dad?
Get your head ready.
TOM: For what?
(knocking on door)
Thomas Tavner. Police. Open up.
(Alice gasps)
("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. ♪
I can't be here with this.
Jump.
Run and jump off the balcony.
Do what?
I chose this place for that.
(knocking on door)
Thomas Tavner. Police.
Go.
(pounding on door)
(panting)
(tires screech)
JOHN: Go.
(car door closes, engine revs)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(officer speaks French)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ Sunday morning ♪
♪ Brings the dawn in ♪
♪ It's just a restless feeling ♪
♪ By my side ♪
♪ Early dawning... ♪
Freeze, my motherfucker.
♪ Sunday morning ♪
♪ It's just the wasted years ♪
♪ So close behind ♪
♪ Watch out ♪
♪ The world's behind you ♪
♪ There's always someone around you... ♪
You knew Alice was going to do this?
♪ It's nothing at all... ♪
John?
Seemed likely.
♪ Sunday morning ♪
♪ And I'm falling ♪
♪ I've got a feeling ♪
♪ I don't want to know ♪
♪ Early dawning ♪
♪ Sunday morning ♪
♪ Sunday morning... ♪
(phone ringing)
(phone beeps)
JOHN (over phone): Hello?
Is Charlie there?
I-I don't want to talk to him, man.
I just want to know if he's okay.
If he's with you.
-He's okay. -JOHN: Okay.
(Glenn exhales)
How are you doing?
-Pretty good. -Really?
Yeah.
Yeah? 'Cause... I say that.
-Say what? -"Pretty good."
It's my go-to.
GLENN: You're not?
Not what?
GLENN: Pretty good.
Where are you, John?
-On my way. -On your way? Where?
Out of Paris.
-(Glenn exhales) -What's that sound?
Therapeutic breathing.
Me. Breathing. Therapeutically.
Do you have to do that all the time?
When I'm with my friends, not really.
When I'm alone, I find I do it more.
You're okay? You two.
Yeah. Yeah, I got him right here.
I knew he'd be safe, Glenn.
I knew you'd go get him.
(dial tone beeping)
What we promise, what Galvanized United will deliver,
are fully composited ductility fields of beam dousers
and tact clamp hunch coppertopped breakbevils.
3,000 miles' worth
across the Middle East,
sending Denon and Galvanized into a new era of partnership
and, finally, field-wide shared
plam-tuckered nut ductility.
(exhales)
Whiskey.
You know what? Uh...
No, thank you. I'm working here.
You know what?
Just a dash.
What's a dash?
It's nothing.
It's not a damn thing. Never mind.
Not a goddamn thing.
(tires squeal)
(tires squealing)
(horn blares)
Are you missing teeth, man?
What?
Teeth? Where are some of your teeth?
Oh, yeah.
I have to pass through a facial recognition camera.
So you just have to pull some teeth?
Yeah.
And have a swollen head from getting hit in the head
by a car a couple of days ago.
Then you just have to smile, like a buffoon.
♪ ♪
I'm taking a tremendous risk.
At your word, you understand.
He'll take the shortest distance.
To the safest place.
That's England.
Detective Ntep, you believe he's here?
He's here.
♪ ♪
Thomas Tavner?
My name is Laurent. National Security Director.
I have some questions for you.
Now, Galvanized has been in this game a long time.
And we're sort of the new kids on the block
at First Consolidated Systems, I know.
But don't you, at Denon,
as the world's largest developer of fuel fields,
want a fresh approach
to pantrapped flam-packaged thrust coupling?
(quietly): I don't know which one we'll go with,
but they both blew the fuckin' doors off McMillan.
Yeah, that guy from McMillan's weird, man.
He really sucked the other day.
SPEAKER: ...and torque-supported tensile freighting.
Do you know where your son is?
-Which one? -John Tavner.
-Yes. -Where is John Tavner?
He's at Fort Meade teaching a class
on classic army battlement infrastructure
and the economy of war.
-In the United States? -Yes.
He teaches college?
He's an instructor for the United States Army.
He teaches whatever they ask him to.
That's what he's teaching now.
Call them.
Were you, earlier today,
in a room in the Sansille East Hotel
in the 10th arrondissement of Paris?
-No. -Where were you?
Renting a tuxedo.
AGATHE: In order to...?
In order to attend the wedding of my son.
My other son. In Paris.
And in order to look nice, I guess, while I'm doing that.
His name?
Edward...
Tavner.
-That's why you are in Paris? -Yes.
The setting of this wedding?
TOM: The Chapel of Saint Michael.
The date?
(sighs): Seven hours from now.
So...
Our countries are on good terms--
you work for yours, I work for mine--
so I would appreciate it
if you would submit any further questions to me
in the manner to which I am accustomed,
which is through my office.
What is the nature of your job?
I study, investigate and assess threats
to the lives of Americans.
-What's yours? -I apprehend people
who commit or commission the act of homicide
in Luxembourg City, Luxembourg.
Theoretically...
what would happen if those two things got confused?
I wouldn't get confused.
Me, either.
There's someone--
I want to be left alone with Mr. Tavner.
But...
But what?
It's Mrs. Tavner.
Cabinet member of the United States.
-Let her in. -But sir.
She comes in, or you leave.
My name is Bernice Tavner. I'm Secretary
of Transportation for the United States of America.
I'm in Paris with my family,
which includes my former husband,
to attend our son's wedding.
For that purpose only.
And I have catering to arrange
and a good number of other pressing tasks.
We didn't expect this to happen.
This son is...
We didn't think he was going to get married--
ever, I guess, honestly--
and then all of a sudden...
So I need him.
I need him to make sure that my son
actually shows up for this thing.
(chuckles): 'Cause it's, like, 50-50.
-(chuckles) -'Cause this son is a little...
he's a little drifty
in regard to doing the right thing all the time.
(sighs): So I guess...
what I'm asking is...
who the fuck are you,
and what the fuck are we doing here?
And should I call your prime minister and ask him?
Call the Chapel of Saint Michael.
Ask if they're expecting this party.
Detective Nan Ntep, Paris police.
Inform me if you have a booking this afternoon
for the family Tavner...
Thank you.
They reserved the chapel this afternoon.
For three hours.
Do you want to call Fort Meade now?
There is no need.
If your son John is apprehended here today--
which is likely-- and if on his person
there is the sum of 11 million euros--
which is substantive motive for the killing
of Hector Barros and Mikham Candahar--
he'll be arrested this afternoon.
I would have preferred that were you.
And I don't care what you direct.
If you deterred this investigation knowingly,
I'll ensure then apply charges against you
for abetting homicide.
We can leave now, correct?
Of course.
You glad to be going home?
Yeah.
Long trip.
(whispers): Yeah.
Weird trip.
Yeah.
Move your fingers yet, Dennis?
No.
-They're not going to. -What?
They're not going to. Move.
They're going to die in three days.
Why?
They're John's.
Detective, take your colleague and go.
He's here.
I trusted you concerning that once.
He's here.
There is no ticketing for Lakeman.
Not at the airport, nor train station or bus ticketing.
Nor at the channel portage, so.
He's here. He's trying to get to England.
It's the shortest distance to the safest place.
It's where he'll go.
Get out of here.
At once.
♪ Traveling north ♪
♪ Traveling north to find you ♪
♪ Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes ♪
♪ Don't even know what I'll say when I find you ♪
♪ Call out your name, love ♪
♪ Don't be surprised ♪
♪ It's so many miles ♪
♪ And so long since I've met you ♪
♪ Don't even know what I'll find ♪
♪ When I get to you ♪
♪ But suddenly now, I know where I belong ♪
♪ It's many hundred miles ♪
♪ And it won't be long ♪
♪ It won't be long ♪
♪ It won't ♪
♪ Be long ♪
♪ Nothing at all... ♪
For the Sad Man
♪ Only the beat... ♪
Dear Sad John
You should have a child.
You'd be a good dad.
And then you wouldn't be sad.
♪ One day our love, it's over and gone ♪
♪ It's so many miles and so long since I've met you ♪
♪ Don't even know what I'll find ♪
♪ When I get to you ♪
♪ But suddenly now I know where I belong ♪
♪ It's many hundred miles ♪
♪ And it won't be long ♪
♪ It won't be long ♪
♪ It won't ♪
♪ Be long. ♪
I mean, this thing, this path we were on,
this pattern we created... I mean, fuck.
We tried to get rid of one detective; we made two.
He's bound for England.
Plane. Or the Chunnel.
Train. Or the port?
Does each have fingerprint scanning?
Yes.
His prints are in the system.
He won't be able to clear security.
-Agathe? -Hmm?
Agathe, more than one man was shot in the hand.
But nobody would give their fingers away.
To help John.
Yes.
There is.
Seriously.
Yes.
That's quite a friend.
Best friend.
What?
They're best friends.
Fingers?
You're kidding me.
Director Laurent,
please, will you remain until we learn whether
a Dennis McClaren attempts to clear customs?
How long have you been a detective?
Three days.
How many arrests of this sort have you made?
Arrests for homicide.
None.
I give you three minutes.
Three minutes.
(man speaking over P.A.)
(audience applauding)
MAN (distantly): What a week, huh? How about it?
-(audience applauds) -Yeah.
MAN: ...to lay piping delivery systems across the Middle East,
to herald a new tomorrow.
Great ideas. Good stuff. Thank you.
And we're ready to make our decision.
Who is coming to Iran with us?
-Hey. -Hey.
How we doing?
We're doing, uh, we're doing our speech here.
-Wrapping up. -(audience applauds)
Our one-man speech thing wrapping up for the audience.
I'm from McMillan.
Oh, we've heard from McMillan. That guy.
Can't remember at what phase, though.
Feels like a hundred years ago
'cause I can't remember it at all.
Well, if you didn't hear it from me,
you didn't hear McMillan, my man.
-Okay. -So, uh...
who do you like?
Who do you like here?
Uh, Galvanized has a nice plan and, uh...
-Ah, Galvanized. -Mm-hmm.
Okay. I get it.
You know, I founded that company at the age of 24.
I'm Leslie Claret.
(audience applauds)
You're Leslie Claret?
I am.
Structural Dynamics of Flow?
'Fraid so. 'Fraid so.
How we doing?
-How we doing? -(whistling, applauding)
(audience applauds)
Look, do you mind if I do the McMillan thing here?
I mean, since it's pretty much my company now?
Oh, of course, of course, of course.
Okay.
I don't know what he said, but I want to talk to you about...
Oh, yeah.
Look, you want to talk plate jousts
or jim-jerried pam flam transfastners?
I could do that.
I wrote the book here, right?
I could go on all night if you want.
But let's... let's go a little deeper.
All right? Let's get real. All right?
All I'm trying to say is I get the details same as you guys,
maybe with a little more experience. Okay.
But I don't want to talk shop today.
You want to hear the word that means the most to our trade?
It's not technical.
It's not fancy.
You want to hear it? Okay.
Home.
What do we do at McMillan?
What do we care about?
This stuff that we dig up,
transfer... fuel, what have you...
it's just sitting there.
It's not writing poetry.
It's just sitting there and doing jack.
And we'll get it up and we'll get it from "A" to "B."
Big deal.
That's just a transaction, you know?
It's what we all do.
But after that, after you've performed your transaction--
which, really, I'm afraid, means nothing--
we'll get you home, which means a lot.
Agathe.
Director Laurent...
Dennis McClaren just cleared customs at the port of Calais.
With a ticket to England.
Let's go.
I'm gonna catch this fucking guy
and redeem myself for that Nantucket fuck up.
Do we have a second siren?
Well, one is sufficient for crossing traffic.
But two would look cooler.
Get in.
LESLIE: Soldier? Did it.
Stood up. Thank you.
Now, fly home, kid.
You're a long way away.
Fly home.
Come home.
RON: Now comes the hard part.
What?
Hoping that the police don't pull over your boat
as you're crossing after they've seen McClaren pass through.
Boat?
LESLIE: We'll give you the fuel to go out into the world,
but when your work is done,
we'll give you the fuel to come home.
Safety
and love, nourishment,
laughter, rest,
and the most important reward...
nowhere else matters.
We'll get you home.
That's what we do.
That's the McMillan Way.
(audience applauds)
I didn't realize you had come to make McMillan's case.
I thought Lawrence was point.
I'm sorry that you had to deal with that schmuck.
I was, frankly, shot in the face at a duck hunt,
but I'm glad that we got our terms established.
We're excited to partner up. Denon, McMillan.
-Cool. -Yeah, it's cool.
Well, let's get going, Matthieu.
Let's get to Iran.
We'll send you Thursday.
(sighs)
Hey.
I'm sorry John's not here.
Yeah.
It's almost over.
All the hard work's done.
He's just got to get something to its destination now.
"A" to "B"?
Something like that.
What happened to your hand?
Nothing.
Just... I hurt it last night.
Dad?
Yeah?
Did John kill someone last night?
Did I help him kill somebody?
Dad?
Someone...
someone incidentally came between John and the task...
No, I didn't ask you any of that.
I asked you if John killed someone last night.
Yes.
I'm worried he's gonna go to pieces. John.
Yeah.
I'm worried he's gonna fall to pieces.
Does that happen?
Yes.
It's still an important day
and the fact that you're even getting married at all
is, in fact, to me, mind-blowing.
So, come on.
(gulls squawking)
♪ ♪
(line rings)
JAMES (over phone): Hey, John.
JOHN: Hey.
Okay.
JAMES: Okay what?
JOHN: Okay, I'm there.
Close as I could get to England.
I had to go through the port annex, but I'm there.
John, I don't know about this.
JOHN: People do it.
JAMES: They have support teams. And they train for years.
JOHN: Well, I don't have to make it all the way.
I just have to get halfway and a little bit more.
That's still, like, 14 kilometers, John.
JOHN: Can you make it halfway?
JAMES: I can get there.
I have the agency's permission, yeah.
John, they're bad this season. They're really bad.
You're talking about actual jellyfish.
Yeah. I've been tracking them.
It's what prevents nearly every crossing that fails.
Their stings are monstrous, man.
The pain is monstrous,
and the blooms are huge, John.
They're drifting across now.
You've picked a bad time.
Where are they now?
JAMES: They're closer to England than they are France,
but they're on their way, is what I'm saying.
There's hundreds of thousands. They can stop boats, man.
So if you're going to go, you better go.
I'm going.
Okay, then so are we.
(phone beeps off)
♪ ♪
(speaking French)
JOHN: Do you think this is stupid and weird?
RON: You never asked me that before.
JOHN: Yeah.
What do you think?
It's no more stupid and weird than putting a man in a bag
and walking around with him all day.
It's all in there?
It's all in there.
Wasn't I supposed to have a hood?
(whispers): Fuck.
(footsteps splashing)
(intro to "Pretty Good" by John Prine playing)
♪ I got a friend in Fremont ♪
♪ He sells used cars, you know ♪
♪ Well, he calls me up ♪
♪ Twice a year ♪
♪ Just to ask me how'd it go ♪
♪ Pretty good ♪
♪ Not bad ♪
♪ I can't complain ♪
♪ But actually ♪
♪ Everything is just about the same ♪
♪ I met a girl from Venus ♪
Chair 13B.
♪ Her insides were lined in gold ♪
♪ Well, she did what she did ♪
♪ Said "How was it, kid?" ♪
♪ She was politely told ♪
♪ Pretty good ♪
♪ Not bad ♪
♪ I can't complain ♪
♪ But actually ♪
♪ Everything is just about the same ♪
♪ Moonlight makes me dizzy ♪
♪ Sunlight makes me clean ♪
♪ Your light is the sweetest thing ♪
♪ That this boy has ever seen... ♪
♪ Molly went to Arkansas ♪
♪ But she was doing good ♪
♪ Till she went in the woods ♪
♪ And got pinned up against a log ♪
♪ Pretty good ♪
♪ Not bad ♪
♪ She can't complain ♪
♪ 'Cause actually ♪
♪ All them dogs are just about the same ♪
♪ Moonlight makes me dizzy ♪
♪ Sunlight makes me clean ♪
♪ Your light is the sweetest thing ♪
♪ That this boy has ever seen... ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Pretty good ♪
♪ Not bad ♪
♪ I can't complain ♪
♪ 'Cause actually ♪
♪ Everything is just about the same. ♪
-(song ends) -(taking deep breaths)
(engine purring)
♪ ♪
You know, you're still in France.
Yeah.
Can you pick me up, anyway?
'Cause this sucks.
Hey, John.
Hey, Spike.
James.
What's that?
My name's James.
After the box, I got home.
Got myself all sorted out.
Yeah. James.
Cool.
Not as cool as Spike, but...
Yeah, I know.
But that's my name.
How you been?
Since then.
Pretty good.
(quiet, shivering breaths)
We're good.
We're in England now, we're good.
Everything's gonna be okay, John.
What's that?
You're gonna be okay, John.
You're going to be okay.
Cool.
(water lapping against boat)
(all sound fades away) boat)