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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.