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We have breaking news from Dubai,

where authorities just released CCTV video

of killers believed to be from Mossad,

Israel's spy agency.

Second by second,

the video showed the lead-up to the assassination

of Hamas official, Mahmoud al-Mapua.

The agents reportedly left Dubai

using fake European passports,

which has angered allies of Israel.

David, you were supposed to just drug Charlie

so it looked like he drank too much.

Yeah, well, change of schedule.

The diamonds were on the move, I reacted instinctively.

- Fuck! - Just come and get me.

Meet me at our usual spot.

I'm in Barcelona already.

Wait, why?

I had to be here.

The buyer asked for a vetting process,

wanted his people to meet me first.

We're fucked!

Don't worry, honey. We're good.

How are we good, Vicky?

How am I supposed to get out of Marseille?

Where do you want me to unload now?

Let me reach out to some of my girls.

I think I know someone who can help.

Make it quick.

Gang's got men on every fucking airport,

every train station, even in the police.

Just give me one minute, okay?

Fuck!

So, we're screwed, right?

No, we're not.

I can't believe I fucking listened to you.

Well, you did. It's done.

You wanna regret it? I'll keep going.

Do I have a choice?

Right.

So, we have the buyer and his team

in Barcelona until tomorrow.

I can set the meeting,

and we can catch a flight

right after to Casablanca,

but you need to find a new passport any way you can.

I'm ready.

You got a new passport?

Yeah. I'm an American.

Love it.

Yeah?

Found a guy on a two-night stand with a local.

I have just enough time to get out of the country,

until he gets dumped,

and realizes he's got a stolen passport.

Good. So, you will pick me up in Barcelona,

and we head to meet the new contact tomorrow morning.

And, yep, I found you a lift.

One of the girls from the club, Maria.

She asked for time off to go to Barcelona

this holiday weekend.

She's driving there this afternoon.

What, she's just gonna let a guy she barely knows ride with her?

I told Maria you're coming.

Plus, you met at our work party, so you're not strangers.

I don't remember anybody called Maria.

I met her at a party?

Sort of. She passed out.

And you carried her back to her place,

right up the street from the club.

What does she look like?

Does she still live at the same apartment?

Just be sure to be outgoing and charming,

and she'll love you.

You remember how to do that?

Stop with that.

I'm doing this for us. Okay, you remember?

To get out of this goddamn rat race.

Nothing wrong with the race, if you're winning.

Oh, hi. Uh...

uh, David, right?

Yes. And you must be Maria.

Yes. I just got a call from Vicky.

Oh, wow. You look just like someone I know.

Really?

Well, we did meet at that party, so...

Y-- Yeah.

He was a bit darker, but the resemblance is incredible.

Um, uh, so, you-- you need a lift to Barcelona?

Yes, please. That would be great.

-No problem. -Thank you.

Um, the car is here.

Do you need help with that?

Oh, no, I can handle my baggage.

Okay.

- Voilà. - All right.

Let's go.

So, Vicky didn't tell me what you do.

She didn't?

No.

So, what do you do?

Oh, um...

I work in Human Resources.

Mostly company downsizing.

Okay.

I'm not sure what that means, but that sounds interesting.

I fire people.

You know how all assholes perform a necessary function?

I'm that asshole.

Wow. Congrats.

But I'm trying to get out.

That's the reason of this trip to Barcelona.

- New job, new opportunities. - Yeah?

Good for you.

So, if you're interested,

I'm just going to Barcelona for the weekend.

Oh, yeah. Uh, Bastille Day, no?

The 14th of July.

That's how you guys celebrate. Road trip, freedom.

Um, no.

Actually, the holiday is not really a big deal for me.

I'm only going there to return this car to my uncle.

He hurt his knee, and he needs it back.

I'm lucky I live so close to work,

but I'm going to miss having this car.

Everything okay?

No, no, everything's fine.

Look, we're making good on time.

Just three hours to the Spanish border, so.

You mean Catalonia?

What?

Historically, Paísos Catalans stretched from Perpignan,

southwest France, to Barcelona,

Valencia, and beyond.

Oh, and uh, historically,

is your stripper name Professor?

Excuse me?

Catalonia's my home.

And just to be clear, I am a dancer.

I spent years training as a gymnast.

You should see what I do in the pool.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I was just trying to make you...

I guess it doesn't translate very well.

Um, I'd love to see what you do in the pool.

- Okay. - I mean--

I mean, I'm sure you're very talented.

Um, yeah, I am. I got it.

Are you watching the road?

Yeah, yeah, just, um...

I'm sorry. It-- it's just...

Do-- do you have a younger brother?

A younger brother?

No.

Not that I know of. Why-- why do you ask?

It's just you're really the spitting image

of someone I know.

It's really disturbing.

Well, it is possible.

I mean, uh... unlikely,

but technically, it's possible.

I-- I don't know my family,

so... I could be related to anyone.

That's why I stay away from adopted girls.

Anybody in your family adopted?

What? No!

Why? You want to date me?

No, I'm not adopted.

I'm not adopted.

-Thank God. -No, I mean--

-Thank God. -No, I mean,

I-- I know my parents, okay?

Um, my mom is from Perpignan, and my dad from Barcelona.

Okay, so you're French and Spanish?

No, I just explained. I am Catalan.

Catalan.

My bad. Sorry. Catalan.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, uh, sorry.

Uh, it's my uncle.

Hey, Uncle Adam, uh, I'm driving.

I have David here with me.

David? Who's David? A new boyfriend?

No, he's American.

I'm just giving him a lift to Barcelona,

but I thought you saw my text.

Anyway, everything is fine, okay?

Did you remember your EpiPen?

Oui. I'm not going to let a little peanut end my life.

Now, listen to me, David.

What are your intentions with my precious?

Sorry.

Oh, inten-- intentions?

No, no, sir. I-- I just need a ride.

Don't make me to come for you.

I am too old for these fights.

Don't worry, sir. You can-- you can count on me.

Um, we're just making good time here.

If everything goes well, we'll be in Barcelona

in-- in a few hours, so, nothing to worry about.

She's in good hands.

Okay.

Don't keep me waiting, sweetheart.

I need my car.

You promised to make the delivery.

Remember your uncle? I am your only uncle.

Yeah, only because you married into my family.

But please, don't worry.

Everything is on schedule.

I'll call you when I get closer to Barcelona, d'accord?

I gotta go now.

Okay, okay. Bye. See you soon.

Hey!

I'm so sorry.

He's the best, you know?

Um, I owe my life to him, so.

- Really? - Yeah.

I'm, um...

deadly allergic to peanuts.

A few years ago,

I accidentally ate a chocolate bar with peanuts.

My throat swelled up.

I couldn't breathe.

I started to panic.

Uncle Adam saved me.

He injected me.

It was a horrible experience.

It must've been hard.

I'm sorry. I'm just worried about this interview.

Thank you, by the way, for this ride, for everything.

It's really nice of you.

It's okay. You'll save me a lot on petrol.

And to be honest, when your boss's boyfriend

needs a ride, you provide.

Well... ex-boyfriend.

Me and Vicky, we've been on and off for so many years,

we-- we never managed to really connect, you know?

It's one of those things.

It is what it is.

I'm sorry.

I mean, Vicky keeps her private life really private.

She never talks about you in details, to be honest.

Yeah. Say no more.

So, I guess that changes everything, huh?

What? How?

I mean, ex-boyfriend isn't what you agreed to.

Are you gonna drop me off at the next stop?

Yeah, get the fuck out of my car.

Whoa, excuse me.

-All right. -No, you're fine.

I mean, for now.

Good, because I didn't bring my hiking boots,

so I wouldn't go very far.

Well, it's too bad, because there's a lot to see

in this part of Europe,

but, obviously, not from the highway.

Yeah.

It's a pity we couldn't take the scenic route.

I guess we don't have enough time.

Americans, you want to see everything in one day.

This is ridiculous.

Touché.

Oh, so you do speak French?

What, do you think I'm just some stupid American

who only speaks English?

-No. -Yes, I am.

What about you? You speak, like, what?

-Five. -Five?

Goddamn it.

So, wait, hold on.

Um, French.

-Mm-hmm. -English.

-Spanish. -Mm-hmm.

-Catalan? -Yeah.

What am I missing? What's the-- what's the fifth?

No, never mind.

I mean, it-- it doesn't really count,

and you're just gonna laugh.

What? Go ahead, tell me.

- Which-- what-- - Oh, come on.

-Um... -What is it?

Okay, um, okay.

When I was a kid,

I loved Star Trek so much,

that I learned to speak Klingon.

I mean, it's kind of nerdy, but sexy, right?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did you just say that you learned to speak

a fictional language from Star Trek,

spoken by the Klingons?

That's insane.

Chill out, maybe it's just a few sentences

I remember from the show.

That's impressive. Go ahead.

Give me some.

That's... That's something.

I'm not sure it's very sexy, but it's very cool.

I didn't know you were such a geek, you know?

Watch out, okay?

It means, "It's a good day to die."

The Klingons were members of a warrior race,

and, you know, the women were fighters as well.

They were, like, their equals.

-It's... -Fascinating.

And they had a moral code, like the Samurais.

-It's incredible. -No.

I mean you.

You're fascinating.

Okay.

It's not every day you meet a Klingon-speaking

French, Spanish, Catalan pole dancer

with an identity crisis.

Well, maybe it's your lucky day.

I guess you don't understand the deep love

I had for this TV show, you know?

As a kid, I watched it for hours and hours.

No, I do understand,

because I had the same passion, but for movies.

Where I grew up, the only thing we had was this big stack

of classic Hollywood DVDs,

and I watched them all, over, and over.

I mean, from It Happened One Night,

to Singing in the Rain.

I learned dialogues from entire movies.

Test me.

Oh, I don't know those movies,

but maybe just, uh, play something for me.

Okay, let me see.

Um... let's see if this one rings a bell.

"I could have been a contender. I could've been somebody.

Instead of a bum, which is what I am.

Let's face it."

Uh...

Um... Taxi Driver?

Taxi Driver? No! On the Waterfront.

Marlon Brando.

Directed by Elia Kazan, 1954.

Taxi Driver was, like, 20, 22 years later.

Okay, sorry.

Well, I-- I actually didn't watch Taxi Driver.

My favorite old movie is When Harry Met Sally.

When Harry Met Sally?

That's not even classic Hollywood era.

That movie's boring.

Come on, it's got the worst acting ever.

And, excuse me, but that is not how a woman orgasms.

Wow.

As a woman, I think I know a thing or two

about the female orgasm.

You know old movies. I'll let you have that.

Okay, I get it. It's a comedy.

But the whole logic just went out the window

when that lady thought that Sally

actually orgasmed from the food.

Well, there's chocolate.

And then you know what they say.

There's only two times you can see the inner soul of a person,

their true self.

One is when you see your lover

reacts to a slow Internet connection.

And the other one is you can see her soul

in the facial expression she makes when she's coming.

You're talking nonsense.

Men can't really fake their orgasms.

I don't have to fake mine.

I have superpowers.

Superpowers? Like what?

Like, beneath this mild-mannered woman

is a supercharged, uncontrollable sexual being.

Of course, you-- you work for Vicky.

No, I'm not talking about that stage stuff.

You-- you don't understand.

I can have an orgasm any place, any time.

Yeah, I think there's a word for that.

It's called, uh, masturbation.

No.

No touching. No sex toys.

Just thinking of it gets me off.

And, um...

since when have you had this superpower?

When you have a wet dream,

it is only done with the power of the mind, right?

-Right. -Voilà.

I've known since I was a kid.

Look, some people are double-jointed.

Some people can touch, uh, their nose

with the tip of their tongue.

Me?

I can orgasm any time.

How do I know you're not faking?

Why would I fake?

I mean, the guy is just going to make love to me

the same useless way if he thinks it's working.

I mean, it's stupid.

-True. -And...

And a man who knows women can tell.

You know, my skin flushes.

I turn red. I sweat.

I mean, you can't fake that kind of things.

Well, you know what they say.

The best stripper is the actor

playing the role of the stripper.

Sorry. Dancer.

I am so much more than a great actor.

You know, once you've seen someone's orgasm face,

your opinion of that person changes forever.

Do you want to see something amazing?

Wait. Pull over.

What?

Pull over at the next rest stop.

-What? Now? -I need to use the bathroom.

What? Great timing.

Oh, my God! I mean, and-- and, come on.

It's called a toilet, okay?

There's no baths in them.

I don't understand why Americans call them all bathrooms.

Here. There's one right here.

Yeah. Got it.

So?

-Hmm? -Go.

Oh. Yeah.

Okay.

Where are the diamonds?

Whoa. Kreshnik.

You mean the diamonds we got when we sold

the shoulder-fire missiles to Boko Haram?

Yeah, 12 million euros worth of diamonds.

You fucking piece of shit.

You kept them all?

Or did you already split them with Vicky?

Who?

Yeah.

I think they're after you, too.

I just got rid of Kreshnik.

Don't you worry about me.

Just get here.

You'll be fine as soon as you get across the border.

And when you do so,

you'll get rid of Maria.

I don't trust her.

-All right? -All right.

All right. I'll talk to you later.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

What took you so long?

Like, you Americans say,

was it Number One or Number Two?

Or was it Number Three?

Number Three?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I don't have your tantric skills.

I'm so sorry about that.

We're making good time?

Well, I was checking the traffic,

but I got distracted by the news.

It seems that the police is on the hunt for some guy

who killed a mafia boss from Marseille.

Really?

Probably some evil gangster.

Yeah, I mean, they think it's a gangland war.

Look, they have a description of him.

Brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build,

1.8 meters, in his 30's,

about 80 kg.

What's that in feet and pounds?

I'm a stupid American, remember?

-Does it match me? -What?

-Yeah. -No, that's not what I meant.

I mean, that could be anyone, right?

-Right. -I mean,

this guy is probably some gold chain-wearing gangster.

You know? You look like, um...

I look like what?

What do I look like?

What's the American word?

Yes, um, you look like a-- a preppy.

Preppy?

Come on, I work in human resources.

I help people.

Oh, come on, human resources is boring.

You're not that boring. Let's go, preppy boy.

Preppy boy!

Oh.

What's wrong?

I think I have a flat tire.

-Oh. -Fuck. Let me have a look.

Fuck!

Every problem has a solution.

I can't believe it.

And... this should do it.

This type of sealant kit only allows a repaired wheel

to run for another 100 kilometers.

But we can't go fast.

We're never going to find a garage open on Bastille Day.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Okay. I'll call Uncle Adams to see if he has any better ideas.

You do that.

And I'll try to fix this.

I'll get you some tissues from the bathroom.

Please do.

Thank you.

- Hello? - Shit. I'm all over the news.

Maria saw a description of the murder.

-I saw. I saw the news. -Yeah.

Police are tipped off. They've got guys everywhere.

They're probably just starting to set up at the

major checkpoints on the autoroute.

- How far out are you? - What?

Vicky?

I can't hear you.

-Speak up. -Hello?

Call me back.

Hello? Hey.

It's so nice of you to finally pick up the phone.

Lucretia.

How nice of you to call for the exit interview.

When I get hold of you, I will personally tear your balls away.

After that, I will kill you.

Don't you think there's been too many killings already?

I'm sending Kreshnik, Eric, Alan, everyone after you.

There's no way you can leave the country.

I got rid of Kreshnik.

And I'll get rid of anybody else who's in my way.

So save your foot soldiers.

Stop calling this number.

I'm blocking you.

Okay, uncle.

Yes, I promise we won't drive faster than 90

kilometers per hour on that tire.

We'll take the country road.

And when we cross the border, we'll find a repair shop.

Please, I know.

I'll still get it to you on time.

I will, okay? I will.

Wow, you're done already.

What can I say? I'm good with my hands.

Really? I like that.

Oh, wait. You've got...

So, let's go to the border.

Yes, and don't worry.

I'll make sure you get to Barcelona on time

so you can rest before your big job interview and

stop being an asshole who fires people.

Thank you.

And we can also take the scenic route.

-Ouais. -Yeah?

What are you looking up?

Um, the first town across the border is Portbou.

So we change tires there, then we catch up with the Spanish

highway in Figueres and that takes us straight to Barcelona.

Good. But I'm not stopping in Figueres,

the hometown of a trader to Catalonia.

-What do you mean? -The hometown of Dali.

These people, they're obsessed with him and I can't stand it.

When in Portbou you have Walter Benjamin, a real hero,

not nearly as well-known and not even a Catalan, you know.

Dali, isn't he the artist of the melting watch?

He wasn't an artist! He was a printer.

He just made copies of his work for money.

-What's wrong with that? -It's worse.

He supported that fascist Franco against the Catalans.

Wow, you know a lot about this.

My parents, they taught me about the

importance of a Catalan homeland.

You know, my grandparents?

They were punished when they spoke Catalan at school.

Their own country, their own language.

Can you imagine?

Anyway, I studied languages and philosophy,

but I ended up stripping-- Oh,.

The problem with Dali is that, in the end,

all he just wanted was money.

They shouldn't have a whole town celebrating the man.

It's wrong.

Why do you care? Just let them have their party.

They don't know. They need to be told.

They need to be told? Wow.

Who's the fascist now?

Anyway,

we're approaching Cerbère, the last town in France...

...and gateway to--

Hell, we're running low on petrol.

I'm sure they have a station in Cerbère. We have to find it.

I said I'll take care of the petrol, okay?

-Oui. -You want anything else?

-No, I'm good, thanks. -All right.

- Yep? - Oh, my God, David.

Give me an update. Where are you?

We're almost across the border. Everything's fine.

My phone wasn't working well, and I needed to reach you,

so I got another phone, and I just saw the news again.

This is nuts, man.

You'd think someone assassinated a president.

Yeah? Well, the Mafia's probably more powerful.

Oh, they want you bad.

Big surprise.

There are checkpoints everywhere,

so you need to come clean with Maria.

Tell her the situation, and that she better keep her

fucking mouth shut if the police stops you.

She needs to play along.

S he has to know you'll kill her if she doesn't.

You understand me?

And then you kill her once you're in Spain, all right?

Slow down, Vicky.

I got us on a smaller road.

We're nowhere near any fucking checkpoints.

It's fine, and it will be fine.

I'm just saying, get ready.

Fuck.

Hey!

Maria!

Hey!

So you're gonna leave without me?

Just wanted to see how fast you can run.

Ah.

Oh, my God. Here you go.

-Merci. -De rien.

Anyway, if you want to change that

tire in Portbou, you better hurry.

Relax. Portbou is just a few minutes away,

and the garage closes in an hour.

Plenty of time.

You know what? You're right.

We just go through life in a rush trying to get somewhere.

Forgetting to experience the little moments that count.

Actually, when you're young, you want an exciting life.

You don't want to settle down.

You don't want to get married. You don't want to have kids.

But today, simple sounds so nice.

I mean, getting home to a wife,

can put her feet on my lap.

Beach house. Good book.

Some kids playing football in the background.

That would just be amazing.

That does sound great.

But... you know any families like that?

- For real? - Actually, not-- not many.

I think it's more like a science fiction scenario.

Maybe not Star Trek science fiction,

but something from television for sure.

Like, oh, hi, honey. You're home.

How was your day at work?

Here, come sit down, I got you a drink.

Put your slippers. Made some spicy chicken.

Would you like me to rub your feet?

Or would you like me to rub your cock?

Actually, I would love to come home

to a wife that offers to make me spicy chicken wings.

-Come on. Let's go. -Okay.

Oh, shit...

What now?

They never have these border checks.

It's just strange.

Maybe it's this mafia war thing?

Hey, want to play a game?

Let's pretend you and I are husband and wife.

-What? -Come on, newlyweds.

-Uh... -On our honeymoon.

-Let's do that. -What?

Come on, it'll be fun.

Wow, you're really not boring.

Uh... Okay?

-Yeah? -Okay, okay.

-Why not? -Perfect.

Hey, what do you think playing house would be like?

Playing house?

I think it would be a lot of adventures and a

couple of scandals, for sure.

Well, I guess we'll know in a second or two.

Right, baby?

Here it is.

Well, that was, uh...

-that was great acting. -Oh, I wasn't acting.

He was really hot.

What's with the wink, though?

Oh, no, it's just my eye, you know?

-I had some dust. -Yeah?

I'll explain later.

We only have a few minutes to find this tire

shop before it closes, so...

Okay.

The online review says it's just the one mechanic garage,

so I hope we can still get service.

Don't worry. You know I can charm anyone.

-Fuck! -What?

They close at 4:00 PM during the summer, summer hours.

Let's find another shop.

I'm not sure the online information is up to date.

We have to ask someone.

Oh, let me ask.

Hey!

I just crossed the border. I'm in Portbou.

Great. Did you eliminate her?

No. I'll just steal another car and leave her somewhere.

David, kill her. Leave no trace.

Drive her car to pick me up.

-I'll text you my address. -There must be a better way.

Plus, I'll never get to Barcelona over the repair tire.

David, you need to finish what you've started just for once.

Run on instincts now.

Get here ASAP. Do what you do best.

I'll figure it out.

I gotta go. She's coming back.

Okay.

So the next closest tire shop is in Figueres,

but it will be closed by the time we get there.

Man...

Look, remember what we said about appreciating

the moments we have?

Let's walk and enjoy this place.

Let me show you the monument to my hero.

We can stay in a hotel here tonight.

Fix the tire first thing in the morning,

and you'll be in Barcelona before noon.

Wow.

So what about that wink? Huh?

Oh... Well, back on stage,

I always get more cash because I know how to wink.

It's my signature.

I developed the superpower of the wink

after, um, my fiancé left.

We met at the Universitat de Barcelona, and we planned

for a wedding after he finished medical school.

What happened? He got cold feet?

Uh...

Uh, no. Uh...

A month before the wedding, he...

He went on a humanitarian mission,

and he died in an accident.

He was, uh... buried,

and I... buried my heart.

The only way I can deal with it was never getting

close to another man.

Stay in the flirting zone.

-I'm sorry. -It's okay.

I've never lost anybody close.

Anyone I can remember.

I was three the last time I saw my parents.

They left me at the orphanage.

At first temporarily,

and at the end of each weekend's visit,

they promised that they would return.

Then one day, they didn't show up,

so I waited for the next weekend.

Still didn't show up.

Weeks turned into months, months into years,

and, um...

I was eight before I finally admitted to myself that...

I was never gonna see them again.

-I'm sorry. -By then, I could

hardly remember their faces.

I'm not even sure David's my real name.

It's what the kids called me at the orphanage on account that

I would always stand up to the bigger bullies.

-You know, David and Goliath. -Yeah.

Yeah, you had to fight back, or...

or really bad things would happen.

You're being real.

I like it.

Come with me.

Walter Benjamin was a Jewish-German philosopher

who escaped Nazism but died here in 1940.

What? Wait, how?

Oh, no, you don't need to film this.

No, no, I just want to look him up.

Um, Benjamin?

No, Benjamin, but actually, you can't film this.

His whole thing was about the specialness of a moment.

The experience of it, not a photo of it to

prove you've been here.

"Today's people have passions to bring things close

to the masses to overcome uniqueness by reproduction."

I don't get it.

Well, he's basically saying that an original

artwork can be reprinted many times for the public,

but it's the original that has special qualities.

So he basically predicted NFTs?

Well, anyway, I want to get a

few shots of this, not for the masses, for myself.

Okay, well, no pictures of me, or I'll have to steal your phone

and delete everything with me in your album.

-Oh, really? -Mm-hmm.

I guess I shouldn't show you... this, then.

You made me your wallpaper?

Well, now I'm definitely going to have to delete it later.

You have my password?

Oh, you think I can't figure it out?

Let's go.

All right, so now I get the professor's speech. Action!

Okay, the Spanish guards were so shocked at Benjamin's

suicide by poison that they let his travel

companion continue their journey all the way to America.

So his death saved the lives of the other Jews

that were with him?

It's not how long you live.

It's how you live.

- is amazing. - It's not here.

- It's here. - Oh.

It's... it's just a tunnel.

Well, walking through that lonely tunnel represents what it

must have felt to be a man walking his last steps.

His transit visa was canceled by Franco's men.

It was to be handed over to the Nazis the next day.

"The construction of history is

consecrated to the memory of those who have no name."

Walter Benjamin.

Walter Benjamin walked here from France.

Let me show you the route he took.

It's beautiful.

Are you marking these steps on your workout blog?

What? No, no, no.

It's just something I write in sometimes.

Can I see your journal?

Oh, come on, no. It's not even finished, okay?

It's, um...

It's about Walter Benjamin.

-Promise not to laugh or judge. -Okay.

-All right? -Mm-hmm.

Dear Benjamin, I fully realize the world you lived in.

Things haven't changed, you know.

We still give in

to mass destruction, capital sin.

Is it real, then, Benjamin, this life we're in?

No one to trust?

No next of kin?

I feel you, Benjamin.

Your dissolution that no one denies as soon you'd

meet your maker's eyes.

But at your own hands came the resolution.

Not that of some final solution.

Voila.

Wow.

-That was so... pretentious! -What?

Oh! Hey!

This is life on the edge.

I think I can hear my heartbeat.

Do you get vertigo?

I'll hold you.

Thank you, Maria!

[piano music intensifies

Wait, I don't want to take advantage of you.

You're not.

Fear and lust are closely related basic

instincts, you know.

Who's the professor now?

Why can't this be the start of something beautiful?

-Let's get away from here. -Yeah, please.

This looks like a nice hotel.

Yeah. The parking is in the back.

Nice place.

-Sorry, let me take this call. -Sure.

-Uh, hey, Uncle! -Finally.

I was wondering when I will hear from you again.

You made promises you need to keep.

Are you still with that new boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend.

Look, I'm sorry, but we're a bit delayed.

We can't get a new tire until tomorrow morning.

You are not going to be on schedule.

Where exactly will you be staying?

Well, we're in Cerbère, so don't worry.

I'll still see you tomorrow afternoon, okay?

Look, I gotta go, but I'll ring you later. D'accord?

Did you just tell your uncle we're still in Cerbère?

-Oh, did I? -Yeah.

I meant Portbou.

Let's go.

Oh, my God, it's great!

Beautiful.

Ah, do not disturb.

-Ooh. -You want to drink something?

I'd love a cup of coffee.

-Yeah, me too. -Thank you.

It's beautiful.

Yep.

Hey. Come here.

-Wow. -Come here.

Are you going to propose or what?

David--

Wow...

It's beautiful.

David?

Hey.

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Oh, you want to get that?

No.

-It's not important. -Okay.

-What I do want... -Uh-huh?

-...is to take you out. -Oh!

I want to buy you dinner.

Except we are fucking staying here.

-I want to keep you here. -Keep me here?

You're my prisoner.

I like it.

-I'm so hungry I could die. -Okay, okay.

Wait for me right here. I'll take care of you.

[clears throat

Room service?

Hi. I'd like two salads, please.

Two steaks, rare.

And two bottles of your best Bordeaux, please.

Yes. Yes.

-What are you having? -You!

That's it. Thank you.

Hey.

What's going on?

Oh, I'm...

Just my mind's in a lot of places at the moment.

-Okay. -Yeah.

Can we focus on here and now?

What do you mean?

Come on, this is stupid!

We're doing the dance, you know.

Can we admit it?

You want me, right?

Right, just-- I don't think it's a good idea.

What are you afraid of?

Sex?

No.

It's what happens after.

Okay.

No need to be afraid.

Unless...

You plan to get rid of me

and never see me again

because I will find you and fuck you again.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay!

What?

You never tried it with me before.

Come on.

It's gonna be fine.

I'm not going to bite you, you know.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Well, you'd better. I don't like to wait.

Okay. So, you'd rather watch the news than be with me?

-What? -I'm watching TV. I'm bored.

Maria! Give me that!

-Maria! Maria, give me-- -Oh, my God.

-Okay, okay, okay, stop! -Stop.

Okay, okay, shh.

No more sound.

It's fine.

It's fine.

Trust me.

Why are we doing this?

I need to figure you out.

Don't do that, don't do that, don't do that.

-Don't be shy. -Wait, wait, wait--

Hey, hey. I got you. I got you.

Oh, wow, wow.

Oh, my God.

You're fine.

Are you sure?

Very sure.

You want this?

We'll do it.

I need to see your face, I need to see your face!

I see it.

Oh!

You okay?

What's going on?

-You're not attracted to me? -Huh?

What? What are you saying?

What are you saying?

No, it was-- It was amazing.

It was amazing. It was beautiful.

Okay.

And crazy.

I came.

I'll be back. Just-- just give me a minute.

Running away already?

Don't think I will always be here when you get back.

Where are you going?

Please, I can't be involved in this.

You saw me, right then, on the news?

Yes. Please, just let me go.

What? You believe this spin

some news program put on my story?

Go ahead. Ask.

Who are you really?

I'm a pawn.

Wait! Can we just talk?

Let go of me!

Why do you have my phone?

-Maria-- -Stop calling me that

and get away from the fucking door!

I didn't want you to see me like this!

It didn't have to be like this! Why? Why? Why?

Who the fuck are you?

I'll tell you who I'm not!

I'm not a foolish girl who gave a ride to a complete stranger!

Hello?

It's your Vicky.

Uh-uh. Don't try to move so much.

What's going on? What's all this?

I'm still trying to figure out last night.

It was nice.

But you trying to kill me really spoiled the evening.

I didn't want to kill you.

I'm pretty sure you tried.

But you did hesitate.

And when you changed your mind about the peanuts...

Yeah, I got that too.

By the way, I don't have a peanut allergy.

That syringe was always meant for you.

Who the fuck are you?

The better question is who are you, David?

Is that even your real name?

I told you the truth.

Almost everything.

You and I are very similar.

Let other people determine our lives.

Hello?

It's the legendary Queen Victoria.

Who the fuck are you? Let me talk to him.

I'm afraid he's a little tied up now.

What? You think you and him can rob me

and just run off together?

Well, if you don't tell me where you're meeting your buyer,

I'm going to slice the throat

of your precious partner right here.

-Is that clear? -So, what are you saying?

You're not partners?

I'm not telling you anything, bitch.

-Now, go ahead. Do me a favor. -See?

Kill that fucking loser.

She doesn't give a fuck about you.

You already texted him all the addresses. Merci, Vicky.

So, you think you're going to meet my buyer, huh?

Now listen, I'm going to get there before you

and I'll enjoy slicing you from one set of lips to the other.

Oh, yeah? You have no idea what I even look like, bitch.

But I have your picture on his phone,

so you better be watching your back.

Who the fuck are you?

Not someone who works for Vicky.

Oh, what? You thought I was a real stripper?

As you said, the best stripper is the actor

who can play the role of a stripper.

You and I?

You're just an assignment.

After Uncle broke, accidentally, Vicky's phone,

he gave her a new one that allowed us to eavesdrop on her.

So, we knew about your diamond job,

your escape, your whole bungled operation.

Why are you doing this?

You won't understand it.

My instruction? Follow you.

Take you off the highway to a quiet place,

distract you, drug you, rob you, then kill you.

You slashed the tires.

You knew that the garage shop would be closed.

I had a chance to needle you at the cliffs,

but instead I fell for you hard there.

You're no killer.

You don't know me.

I was foolish.

I wasn't sticking to the plan.

So, it's money you're after?

You think I'm like you?

I'm doing this for Omar and his people in Khan Younis.

Omar?

Omar was my fiancé.

He was a beautiful man.

He died on a medical mission to the Gaza Strip.

I could have stopped him from going, but I failed.

Omar dreamed

of his people finally getting independence there.

When his uncle told me about his death,

he persuaded me to continue his fight.

And that's what I'm doing.

I understand your intentions.

But it will never work.

Lucretia and her men will come after you. Let me protect you.

I don't need your protection.

No one knows who I am or what I look like.

Wait.

I thought we had a connection.

A connection?

We just slept together.

And even there, you liked my face.

I had a connection with Omar.

You look so much like him.

I couldn't kill you.

I needed to know if this was real or fantasy.

The only way I knew how

was to sleep with you.

It was a mistake.

Listen to me, this is real.

We can still run away together.

I can't run away with you. Your whole life is a fucking lie!

Maybe, but it's the only life I've known.

One thing I know is true.

I never felt so alive as when I'm with you.

I'm sorry.

This is goodbye.

Wait.

Was any of it real for you?

Isn't that always the question with love?

Tell me where you are right now

so I can pour acid all over you and slowly skin you alive.

Well, if you're looking for the man who owns this phone,

he's sitting here, tied up.

Who are you? Where's David?

Room 250, Hotel Josep Morag. I'll leave the door unlocked.

-What do you want? -Just a nice thank you will do.

And for your diamonds, you know it's Vicky, right?

That whore.

Well, she's in Barcelona on her way to a buyer.

I'll text you her address.

If you stop her, you'll get your diamonds.

I can't look over my shoulder for the rest of my life.

Uncle.

Finally, you pick up.

Was your phone off? Where are you in the mission?

I had to alter the mission.

No, no, no. You follow what I tell you.

I need the money now and him dead.

To you, it's always been about the money, right?

I've done disgusting things for you

and you don't even want to hear my thoughts?

Well, here's my plan. Fuck off. I'm done with you.

Unlike you, I'm not a pawn.

Maria, what the fuck?

Why is he still alive?

He didn't give you the info?

You've been tracking my phone?

You're lying to me that you're in Cerbère!

Training you for so long,

you're such a fucking disappointment.

Well, at least we taught you how to tie a good knot.

Mona...

let me show you how it is done.

I'm not giving you anything.

Talk.

Or I will shoot off one toe at a time, huh?

The eleventh will be your dick.

To you, it was never about the Palestinian homeland, huh?

It was about you getting power and money, you fucking liar!

Give me the diamonds so Omar introducing you to me

is not a complete fucking waste!

You lured your innocent nephew and me into your web.

Here, take it.

Don't tell him anything. He's going to kill us anyway.

You are right for once.

You are going to die in a hotel room just like Omar.

Omar planned to leave our team to marry you,

but I convinced him to do one last mission,

to get sarin gas weapons out of Dubai.

Omar wasn't a terrorist!

He fell off a building in Gaza, you told me.

This is just a story I made for you to get you on board.

How did he die?

The irony.

You don't even know who this man is, do you?

The Mossad assassinated all of our team in Dubai.

Don't listen to him.

What happened in Dubai was an accident.

Omar was never our true target.

Tracking him for so many years

and then finally finding him here

in a dirty diamond deal with a crooked dealer we can rob?

It's just the perfect situation I couldn't have dreamed up.

You know why he looks like my nephew?

He wasn't even Mossad's best recruit.

They just picked an agent

who could pretend to be Omar to infiltrate and destroy.

This can't be real, you're fucking lying!

What we didn't count on...

is you betraying us so quickly.

I've always wondered what my nephew saw in you.

I want him to see what pleasure I will get from you.

It's the last thing he sees.

Stop!

-Please. -Don't worry. I make it quick.

I blow her mind and then, her brains.

I will tell you where the location is.

Barcelona Piers. This morning.

Why should I trust a thief?

Check the messages on my phone.

Where is the phone?

We are done here--

No, no.