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How long has this been going on...

Double-Oh-Section-8 here only told Luke's ex-girlfriend

two of the four targets she needs to crash the power grid,

then we're good, right?

-True. -That's what I like to hear.

-But... -Goddamn it.

But what?

But Greta is the best spy I ever went up against.

"Went up against." Interesting word choice, Dad.

What I mean is that Greta really must've learned a lot about the grid

to plan her first attack.

So we can't be sure that given two of the targets,

she won't be able to extrapolate what the other two are.

Correct.

Then we need to find out what English Muffins here told her

before she figures it out and makes us party like it's 1899.

Hey, what are you guys talking about? I feel left out.

Oh. We put you back there to air out. How can you still stink?

I fell in pig shit.

Come on.

Ugh, my man reeked.

Needed to be said.

Speaking of things that need to be said, um,

listen, princess, I just wanted to say,

you kind of saved my Carolina ass back there.

I appreciate it.

Uh, okay. Thanks. Just doing my job.

Isn't it much better than just fighting all the time?

Um, is there anything you wanna say?

I'm glad it all worked out?

Sure, yeah.

-Anything else? -Oh my God, just say what you wanna say.

-Where's my apology? -For what?

For thinking that I would suck at being regional director

and your dad shouldn't nominate me.

I'm allowed to have my opinion, and I didn't say you suck.

I think it might be a little soon.

Hey, not that I would take the job, but why wasn't my hat tossed in the ring?

Because your hat says, "Sex Instructor, First Lesson Free."

-You bought me that hat in Ft. Lauderdale. -And you loved it.

Anyone that loves a hat like that should never direct anything.

That's a good point.

Yeah.

Everyone out.

And there will be no arguing in the plane, okay?

Otherwise, I'll tape your mouths shut just like this little weasel here.

That's it, and that's all.

-What's that? -What's what?

That, in your jacket.

Ladies, please, my eyes are up here.

What kind of Old MacDonald bullshit is this?

He saved my life.

I couldn't leave him with no one to take care of him.

-This thing is not gonna get on the plane. -Why?

FAA regulations.

There are no FAA regulations about pigs on private planes.

Now there are.

Emma, back me up here.

The safe house is crowded enough.

Seriously?

-Get rid of it. -No way.

No swine left behind.

Besides, Dr. P said I need to find something to give my love to.

You're not porking that pig in our room.

Oh my God, what is on your foot?

-A shoe. -Is that Demps' shoe?

The one that was blown off of his body?

We're the same size.

He didn't need it anymore.

What's the big deal? I needed a shoe.

I need to take this.

Tally.

-Are you smelling my hair? -Mm-hmm.

I really appreciate the sentiment.

Yes, it's just that seeing how Emma had to pretend

to be interested in the Chips fellow,

I kinda get the situation you're in.

-It's not an easy one. -It's not.

Listen, this is all new to me,

and I'm gonna try to be more understanding in the future,

but it's challenging, you know?

You have this sexy, exciting woman from your past

who you had all these adventures with.

And I'm not that.

But, Tally,

we had the greatest adventure of all.

We raised a family.

I gotta go, sweetheart.

Don't worry about Greta.

She is not going to be a problem.

Bye.

Uh...

Greta.

Lovely to see you again.

Sleep well, my little Schnuckiputzi.

Bacon, sausage, Canadian bacon, ham, country ham, bacon bits.

All the parts of the body, knuckles, belly, ears...

Okay, you are not eating Hamsteak.

You named him Hamsteak, yet you don't want anyone to eat him.

-Hell of a name. -Guys?

Might as well slather him in barbecue sauce, put an apple...

Guys.

What the hell?

Guess he really didn't want the pig on the plane.

Barry, my contact came through.

I have a list of all of the outgoing transactions from the Swiss bank account

that the missing Dante Cress money was moved into now.

That'll have to wait.

-Luke's been kidnapped. -What?

By who?

Greta Nelso.

She took Luke and the plane and left our team on the tarmac.

They found the pilot in the bushes. He ID'd Greta.

-Track the plane's transponder. -It's been disabled.

She also must've destroyed the SIM card in Luke's phone,

'cause we can't track him that way.

All we know at this point is she was headed east.

What can I do to help?

Uh, sending you last known coordinates.

Can you use your NSA credentials to check with air traffic control?

Maybe a tower pinged the plane,

or a commercial pilot saw something anomalous.

NSA stands for "no secrets allowed."

Greta can't hide from me.

Thanks.

Don't worry. They'll get him back safe. This is... this is what they do.

Here's a thought.

Has anyone considered the possibility that Luke wasn't kidnapped

and that he just took off

with his incredibly sexy former lover on a private jet?

You wanna know where they are?

Puerto Vallarta.

He's snorkeling in the poon lagoon.

You're wrong.

Right. Luke Brunner, he'd never take up with an ex.

Oh no, wait, that's exactly what he did with you.

Only this time, he's doing it to you.

And you know who would never treat you that way? Never?

This guy.

Made my point.

Don't listen to Donnie, Mrs. B.

Everything's gonna be A-OK.

The team's captured Greta's right-hand man, Chips.

Uh... that's the fellow that was hitting on Emma.

Yes. He is with them now.

Great.

Great.

Dr. Pfeffer's on a plane that I sent over.

He will get Chips to tell us exactly where Greta's taking Luke.

Do you know why I'm on this flight, Theodore?

Hmm. Probably because they need somebody to hand out the peanuts.

Very amusing.

Or perhaps Norm Carlson wasn't available. I don't know.

Norm and I work differently. You and I are just going to talk.

And by the time we're finished,

I'm confident you'll want to tell me where Greta is taking Luke.

Why on earth would I do that?

Because I believe

that even the most disturbed minds have at least a shred of humanity left,

and we're going to find yours together.

It's a bit nippy in here, isn't it?

Mind if I borrow your cardigan?

I'm sure we can find a blanket or something around here for you.

You don't want me wearing something of your father's?

-Excuse me? -That cardigan belonged to your father.

I can tell by the stitching it was made in 1978.

The old stain on the cuff, tobacco.

But not pipe tobacco. No, chewing tobacco.

Yes, your father was blue-collar.

Your accent, Toronto, but with a hint of Michigan.

Detroit more specifically.

As a child, your father took the family there

to find work in the auto plants on the line,

but you didn't like mechanical things, did you, doctor?

Working with your hands wasn't your predilection.

You were cerebral.

Your father didn't understand that, and that caused frustration.

He'd hit you sometimes, didn't he?

After a six-pack of Ballantine's

and when the Tigers blew the lead in the ninth.

Not because of something you'd done, just 'cause you were there.

And that's when the belt came off.

How's that make you feel, doctor?

I got this sweater last month at Target.

The stain is spilled tea.

My family is from Annapolis, Maryland.

My father was a podiatrist, an Orioles fan.

He's my best friend.

We talk twice a week.

Got your shoes from your mother.

Well, look who's all squeaky clean now.

They can't call us stinky anymore, can they, pal?

Here, smell.

Get him out of my face, or little piggy goes to market.

Okay.

I know. I know. I know.

Shh. Shh.

Don't look at me like that.

We already have Donnie. We can't handle another pig in the house.

How'd it go?

In my professional opinion, that man is the mayor of Ding Dong City.

Are you giving up?

Did Josef Breuer give up on Bertha Pappenheim?

Oh, well, I don't know. Was she bad in bed or something?

Good Lord.

All right, now I'm going to get some aspirin

for that headache Mr. Chips has given me,

and then... I'm going back in.

I hope Barry's having more luck.

-I think we might be in luck. -Did you find him?

No, but closing in.

Coastal Carolina Regional Airport reported radar contact

with an aircraft matching ours.

Unfortunately, it dropped under deck and disappeared before they could confirm,

but I just got a report on another hit on an unidentified aircraft

from an air traffic controller in Dresden.

And?

And with that and the amount of fuel that was left,

I've extrapolated the flight path and possible destinations.

I'm repositioning some spy satellites

to focus on small, isolated airfields in the area,

and... Bingo was his name-o.

All right, are Luke and Greta on that plane?

It's unlikely.

Thermal shows the engines have cooled.

They'd have refueled and been gone if they planned on taking off again.

Just wish I knew which direction they went.

Where is that?

Raadi, an Old Soviet airfield in... Estonia.

Vitally important decades ago, but decommissioned now.

Runway is still serviceable.

Estonia?

They're in Tallinn.

How you know that?

Years ago, when Luke told me about Greta,

he said the last time he saw her was at her place in Estonia,

a small loft in the city of Tallinn.

She's taking him there.

This is good.

Still looking for a needle in a haystack,

but at least we know what city that haystack is in.

It's a good thing you know a bit about their history, Ms. B.

Welcome back, my love.

Your flight was diverted.

My head is killing me.

I had to use elephant tranquilizer.

Nothing milder would have brought Luke Brunner down.

The fog will clear. Give it time.

Demps.

How'd you know about him?

Because we still think alike.

Recognize this place?

Yeah.

-It's the old safe house. -Mmm.

I haven't been here since we watched the wall come down together

on that television set.

Well, we didn't actually watch much, did we?

It's strange to be back.

After I faked my death, I couldn't return.

The KGB might have the building staked out just in case.

They had access to my files at the Stasi,

so they could have known the alias I bought the apartment under.

After the KGB went kaput...

...I didn't have the heart to.

Everything is exactly as we left it.

That's even the same rope we used that night.

Sadly, tying you up this time isn't as fun.

Because I was hired to do a job.

And we both know what happens to people who take Dante Cress' money

and don't deliver on their end.

Now, I know you don't have Demps' papers,

because while you were unconscious,

I searched you thoroughly.

But I also know that you must have seen what was printed on them.

I need the other two targets, Liebling.

I will never tell.

Not willingly.

Sodium amytal.

It will loosen your lips.

At least I hope so.

Otherwise, I'll have to get rough.

We'll be on the ground in a few. You got anything for me, Uncle Barry?

Tallinn traffic cams I hijacked turned up two things,

jack and squat.

Yeah, Greta's too smart to get caught that way.

You think she gonna try to ransom him back?

Trade him for Chips?

If she was gonna do that, she would have done it on the airstrip.

How's Mom holding up?

She won't stand down until Luke's safe.

Doc still working on Chips?

Yeah. So far, he's having about as much luck as you are.

One way or another, we're gonna find your dad.

I got Tina looking too. She has all kinds of connections.

We can count on her.

What do you have for me?

Greta Nelso has Luke Brunner somewhere in Tallinn.

Precise location still unknown.

Give the Americans no more help. We'll take it from here.

The drugs have had enough time to take effect.

Now we do a little Q&A,

and if you're a good boy, maybe a little T&A.

And if I mind my P's & Q's,

I get some R&R.

And ride the B&O to the B&B

and have some M&M's.

Enough.

Name the other two targets.

Hans and Franz.

Okay, you named them. Clever.

Taking the question literally to avoid answering truthfully.

I'll rephrase.

What is the location of the two power plants

that when taken offline will bring down the grid?

They're in the United States of America.

I'm afraid you've given me no choice, Luke.

You can resist the drugs,

but you could never resist me.

Who's that gigolo on the street?

With his hands in his pockets and...

Hanging off the curb Looking all disturbed

At the boys from home They all came running

They were making noise Manhandling toys

That's the girls on the block With the nasty curls

Wearing padded bras Sucking beers through straws...

I made you a cup of tea.

-Oh, thank you. -Yeah.

Why is there music coming from your pipe?

That was Luke and Greta's song.

Who's looking good today

Who's looking good in every way

No style rookie

You better watch don't mess with me

No money man

Could win my love

-It's sweetness that... -Mmm.

Yeah.

We always hang in a Buffalo Stance

Do you remember those 48 hours

we spent hiding out in the cabin in the forest

outside Helsinki?

Emma, listen.

Yeah, of course.

We were freezing our asses off.

We wanted to light a fire,

but the smoke would have given us away.

But we found ways to keep warm,

didn't we, Luke?

Sex. She means sex.

I don't think Greta knows she's broadcasting.

-No. -This is the break we need.

We're on the ground in Tallinn in minutes.

We grab a couple of shortwave receivers, hit the city, and triangulate the signal.

-That'll lead us right to her. -We've got some in the back.

...at me to take her place

Who's looking good today

Oh.

Oh!

I mean, is she torturing him?

-That's not torture, kid. -Maybe you should leave the room.

Mom, please leave the room.

I wanna leave the room.

No.

I'm not going anywhere.

Why?

-Got 'em. -We've got Greta.

We never said those three magic words to each other back then,

did we, Luke?

But I loved you,

and you loved me too, didn't you?

Yeah, of course.

Tally and Luke's next session with Dr. P is gonna be real interesting.

And you still have feelings for me, don't you?

State of mind, don't look behind you

State of mind, may I remind you

You don't have to answer that question.

A certain part of your body is telling me everything I need to know.

-Boing. -Can't control where the blood flows.

I know what she means. I know what she means.

-His cock. -Yeah. His cock. Yes, I know.

Remember that night at the Crazy Horse in Paris?

I was undercover on the stage dancing,

and you were undercover in the audience

watching.

Do you remember this move?

Smokin'

Not cokin'

Get funky sax

Looking good Hanging with the wild bunch

Looking good in a Buffalo Stance

Looking good When it comes to the crunch

Looking good's a state of mind

State of mind, don't look behind you

State of mind or you'll be dead

Mmm.

Oh, yeah, I know that sound.

What do you expect The guy's a gigolo man

We lost the signal.

That was our best shot at locating them.

Well, we just have to find another way.

-Where you going? -To find a better way.

The blacksmith says to me,

"That's Jerry Lewis. You're thinking of Jerry Lee Lewis,"

and I thought, "No, you're talking about Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop,"

and suddenly, it all made sense, you see.

Have you gotten anything from him yet?

Yes, a migraine.

This man's mind is a mystery wrapped in a riddle

wrapped in a Salvador Dalí painting.

All right. Playtime's over. Greta has a safe house in Tallinn.

You were her number two long enough to know where it is,

so you tell me that location, or I shoot you dead right here.

I love the fire in your eyes when you're angry,

so I'm loath to quench it,

but I can tell you mean business right now.

There's no need to get violent.

I'll tell you exactly what you want to know.

On one condition.

What is it?

Go on a date with me.

-Oh, come on, man. -Tonight.

Tallinn is one of the most romantic cities in the world.

It's one date.

Otherwise, you might as well kill me,

because if I know I'll never have such a moment with you,

what's the point in living?

Okay, we're on our fourth date right now.

I love long walks on the beach and killing assholes.

-What are your hobbies? -I meant a proper date, silly.

Dinner, dancing.

We should be arriving in Estonia any moment now,

and I know this wonderful restaurant in Tallinn. It's called Yanine's.

Oh, it's romantic,

and the music and the food is... is excellent.

You'll need a dress.

Fine, whatever.

I fucking hate you.

I've hit a lot of men there on purpose, but this is my first accident.

You okay?

Yeah, you grazed the sausage, but you crushed the beans.

But on the bright side,

I think that the shock cleared my head.

I can't believe I thought I could still do that pole move.

I've seen other women wipe out when they did that move.

It's a very tricky one.

Mm-hmm.

Getting older is a real bitch.

You're telling me.

I'm now getting to an age where my back goes out more often than I do.

I mean, just keeping up with the young kids on my team,

it's, like, a real killer.

The other day, I was doing this underwater bomb thing.

The next morning, I woke up. I felt like I was beaten with a bat.

Right?

My exit off the hotel balcony in Prague?

That was so cool.

That's why I did it.

But I'm paying for it now.

My shoulder hurts so bad, I can barely raise my arm.

And my memory?

Sometimes, I walk into a room and I forget who I came to kill.

Sometimes, I kill a guy, and I cannot even come up with a funny line anymore.

-But that's your thing. -I know.

Remember the '84 Olympics?

You killed that Uzbek assassin with a javelin?

-I think he got the point. -"I think he got the point."

Oh.

I hate to admit it, but I'm not the woman I once was.

Could have fooled me.

Now what?

Gonna stick me again with another sodium amytal needle?

Mmm.

Too much too close together could be dangerous.

Maybe while we wait, we could

just keep talking like the old days.

I'd like that.

Somebody took a long lunch.

Anything on Luke's location?

No, I'm sorry. Nothing but dead ends on that front,

so I went back to looking into Dante Cress' accounts,

following the money trail that was siphoned out.

I know what that cash was spent on.

Please do not say a nuke.

Collectibles.

The most recent purchase

was a graded 9.9 copy of Incredible Hulk 181.

The first appearance of Wolverine.

Farkas is the only CIA forensic accountant

that worked all 18 of the recent Dante Cress cases.

And he's a comic-book collector.

Farkas can be a real jerk,

but I can't imagine he'd steal millions just to build up his collection.

That's the thing. He didn't.

I found evidence that he's been selling the collectibles, often at a loss.

He turns them over very quickly.

He's not adding to his collection. He's laundering the money.

This looks bad, Barry.

You really think Farkas is Dante Cress?

Maybe.

Or maybe he's working for him.

I don't know, but there's a connection.

Emma's gotta keep her head in the game in Tallinn.

So, there's nothing she could do from there anyway,

so I'll hold off telling her until her and Luke are together.

But you've gotta tell Interim Director Reed.

Already did.

Oh, thank you, Farkas.

Without your fiscal planning,

Gotham's budget would've never been balanced.

Oh, it was really quite simple. It's just a matter of spreadsheets.

I've got some sheets...

Farkas.

I'm Miller. This is Davis. Security Protective Service.

Regional Director Reed would like a word with you. Come with us, please.

No.

Excuse me?

I've done nothing to warrant Reed sending two glorified mall cops to retrieve me.

It's wholly improper.

Why don't you go back to your entrance metal detectors and wand each other?

Because I am not getting out of this chair.

This is ridiculous.

I will take this all the way to the OIG.

When I'm done with you, you will rue the day you crossed Farkas!

'Cause there's all kinds of lovely names.

Percival, Silas,

Maximillian, Redwald, Ethelwulf...

-"Ethelwulf"? -Ethelwulf.

-"Ethelwulf"? -Yes, Ethelwulf.

It's a perfectly respectable name for a British gentleman.

Hey, Emmsie, would you be opposed

to our firstborn being called Ethelwulf Chips?

You could call him Fuckface Johnson for all I care.

You're not having that little shit with me.

Okay.

Not Givenchy or Manolo Blahniks.

-Oh. -But it'll do.

We got ourselves some fancy going-out clothes as well, as you can see.

-You like? -Is this a BabyBjörn?

And you said you didn't want to have kids.

It's for Hamsteak.

All right, I'm gonna get dressed.

We got you something too, Mr. Chips.

-For me? -Mm-hmm.

To keep you in line since we can't exactly hold you at gunpoint in public.

A dog-training shock collar?

We're not just gonna zap you if you run.

If you get handsy, if you are so much as crass or rude,

if you are anything other than a total gentleman...

...well, we're gonna hit the remote.

And if you're not looking to draw attention,

then I can't walk into a restaurant with that thing strapped around my neck.

Oh, this isn't going around your neck.

Right around your dick titties.

And then he bit down on his fake tooth

and broke open the suicide pill inside, and kaput.

I just wanted to punch him, not kill him.

He deserved it.

Spying on you for us. Spying on us for you.

-I mean, triple agents suck. -The worst.

-I mean, pick a side. -Yeah, that's for sure.

I need a drink.

How about some wine?

Hmm?

Our wine list, sir.

Thanks.

Right.

-Okay. -We're drinking water.

Hardly sounds like a date, which was the deal.

Fine. That one.

An excellent choice, madam.

You getting all this, Barry?

Live in living color.

Checking all diners and staff against all known international criminals.

So far, no alarm bells.

Maybe Chips is so cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs

because it really isn't a trap.

Maybe he actually just wants a romantic dinner.

Fantastic.

If it does turn out to be a trap,

he's getting cooked plums for dessert.

If it does turn out to be a trap,

I'll be a lot more use there than here.

This is degrading.

I am a CIA officer just like you.

Just like us, doc?

Pigs need to be watched, Dr. P.

How's my little fella doing?

He's flatulent.

So is my roommate.

Look, we'll bring you a doggy bag.

Tell Hamsteak that Daddy will bring him something tasty too.

Pork tenderloin looks good.

Not funny.

I love this one.

Stop.

-Where's the waiter? -Come on. Let's not rush the evening.

You might discover that you actually enjoy my company.

After all, we... we have a lot in common.

Please.

We both followed our fathers into the family business,

legendary figures in the espionage world,

who gave us much to live up to, perhaps too much.

Who knows better than I what you've been through,

what you're going through now?

When you were growing up, did you know your father was a spy?

Yes. He groomed me from childhood to follow in his footsteps.

Then we aren't alike at all.

Do you really believe

that because you didn't know what Luke Brunner did for a living

that you had any more choice in your future than I did?

Tell me you didn't excel in academics and sports just to please him.

Tell me the CIA didn't recruit you because of him.

Tell me that you don't know what it's like to want more than anything

not just to be the best,

but to be perfect at absolutely everything that you do

to honor your father's legacy, while simultaneously fearing deep down

that you might never live up to his legacy to begin with.

If you were supposed to end up like your father, how did you go so wrong?

You're a traitor to your country, a terrorist for hire.

The Horatio Chips I've heard about would be ashamed of you.

Hmm.

You misunderstand.

You see, I do what I do now because of him.

It's the last lesson he taught me.

We were on a mission together,

it all goes wrong,

and in his last moments, he has this crushing realization

that he was a mere pawn sacrificed in a game

that'd been going on long before he was in it,

and would continue just as well without him long after he was dead,

and it was a game that ultimately had no meaning.

You know, the last thing that he said to me

as he laid dying in my arms was...

"It wasn't for country, son."

"It wasn't for the Crown."

"It was all..."

"It was all for nothing."

Your wine.

Yes, very good.

Thanks.

Try some.

If I was going to poison you, I would have used the needle.

Mmm.

-Excellent. -It's an '89 Pétrus Pomerol.

Bought it new and left it here.

It's aged to perfection,

just like us.

Mmm.

Listen, I know we have been working on opposite sides,

but you're so much better than this.

Better than what?

Working for Dante Cress.

Communist ideology is something you grew up with,

and it was indoctrinated into you,

but Dante Cress is a terrorist.

Help me stop him.

We've done it before in the '80s,

when you finally realized that your team was wrong,

and you helped me end the Cold War.

And where did that get me?

The KGB found out what I did and tried to kill me for it.

If I didn't let them think they had succeeded,

they would have kept trying until I really was dead.

I could have helped you. Why didn't you come to me?

Because I didn't wanna put you in danger.

After my false death, I went underground,

took whatever mercenary work I could find.

It was hard,

but after the wall came down, there was hope.

But then I watched as the world just slipped back into the same old chaos.

So if Dante Cress is willing to pay top dollar to turn off the lights,

who am I to miss out on the payday?

If I don't take his money, he'll find someone else.

-You've become callous. -No, I've become realistic.

I have to make a living somehow.

I'm not saying I believe in Dante Cress' nihilistic philosophy,

but I destroyed my life trying to save the world.

Greta, deep down inside, you're really good.

Really?

Because I'm starting to see what Dante Cress is talking about.

You know, honestly, sometimes,

I think that the only good thing that came out of what I did in '89

was that it allowed you to move on with your life

and to start a family with your true soulmate.

You know about Tally?

Mmm.

I'm just glad that you didn't wind up alone.

You're a fantastic woman.

You must've found someone too.

No one that really meant anything.

Relationships are hard.

You don't have to tell me. Tally and I split years ago.

What, you broke up?

Divorce.

We spent 15 years apart,

reacquainted just a few months ago.

I'm starving.

Are you hungry?

You've barely eaten.

I guess I'm just not hungry.

Then we should dance.

Uh, pass.

You agreed to a date.

It's not a date unless we dance.

Okay, fine, one dance.

And when we're done, you tell me where Greta's holding my father.

-Agreed. -Great.

But it better be a hell of a dance.

Up you get.

Ah, poor Emma.

She hates dancing.

I've tried to get her to go millions of times.

Even signed us up for the Fred Astaire's in Scarsdale.

She wouldn't do it.

Says she has two left feet.

I'm gonna shove this jacket up your ass.

Sorry, mate.

What the hell is this?

He just picked that guy's pocket.

Is that a zappable offense?

It's a zappable offense.

-Zap him. -No.

Let's just get through this, then you can zap him all you want.

You ever been to the underground clubs in São Paulo?

Chased a narco-terrorist through one once.

Well, then you know how they move.

Underneath the foreign stars

In a foreign place Where they don't love you

I do turn in the pale moonlight

Your eyes are wide

And the band plays...

I hate this guy.

I hate this guy.

...tenderly and he whispers...

Nothin' is how he feels About girls like you

With your flip flop smiles

And your big blue eyes on vacation

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the world is in trouble

Do you want to dance with me?

Love changes hands

As the big waves crash

And the dream don't die, but I do

Where were you When I needed you right now

The telephone just rings

I cannot find you

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the world is in trouble

Do you want to dance with me?

Do you want to dance with me?

This is like a cover of a Danielle Steel novel.

Underneath the foreign sun

With a foreign man Who's gone and almost forgotten

Drink everything you see

And remember us And wonder if you will be forgiven

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the world is in trouble

Dance with me into the ocean

Roll with me into the sea

Don't tell me the world is in trouble

Do you want to dance with me?

Do you want to dance...

-My God. -Come on, man.

Do you want to dance with me?

Well, Emma's pregnant.

Jiminy biscuits.

We had a deal. I danced, so tell me where my dad is.

Of course. He's across the street.

Bullshi...

Son of a...

Watch out. Watch out. Excuse me.

Let's go.

Dad.

I'm okay.

Shit, Dad. I almost just shot you.

-You see? -You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. -Where's Greta?

After I threw this asshole out of the window,

she hit me over the head, and then she escaped down the back.

We gotta go find her.

No, there will be cops all over this place.

We will be in custody for days until the CIA deals with all the red tape.

-We can't afford that. -But Greta...

We're gonna find her, but not today.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

So shall I come...

This way, yeah? Okay.

Fine.

That's for the dance recital.

Play our song.

Who's looking good today

Who's lookin' good in every way

No style rookie

Hi, Luke.

I know it must be a shock to see me.

No.

Surprise, I'm alive!

No. No, no, definitely not that.

I'll make a move Nothing left to chance

-Luke! -Tally!

Get funky

Yeah, Timmy

Tell it like it is

Go

Check out this DJ

Go

So you say you wanted money But you know it's never funny

When your shoe's worn through And there's a rumble...

Sorry, Tally.

Get a gold tooth smile Put a girl on the corner...

Not this time.

Committed a crime and went inside