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Uh, excuse me, everyone.

This is a robbery.

Okay, madame.

Put the arrows down
before you hurt yourself.

I thought this was meant
to be a library.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Watch where you're going!

Shake it off,
as Miss Taylor Swift advises.

Uh, this is my fault.

I just introduced him
to headphones.

Ouch! Now, what was that for?

Where'd you come from?
Where'd she come from?

Ah, silversmith class, obviously.

That was to ensure
that big brain of yours

is still operating underneath
these.

Don't be a hater, Miss Ames, hmm?

You do realize that
dangerous, corruptive magic

is spreading far
and wide across Europe?

How wonderful, Paris!

I mean, how awful, Paris.

You have only a few more months

to get this under control,
focus!

You say that like you don't
think we can do it.

I mean, we've
already taken on a Drekavac,

a witch, stopped a train full
of ghosts.

Who knows?

Maybe Stone will
even let us stick around?

Wait, is that an option?

I need to keep my investors
updated with my situation.

I mean, I was supposed to sell
the castle and reinvest

the money in the company, I...

It's not how it works.

It's not up to Stone,
right, Mrs. A?

Anya's a Parisian, you know?

How would we know that?
You do not talk about her.

Oh, she loves Paris in spring.
La ville lumière .

City of light.

It's the most romantic city
I've ever been to.

Well, looks like
the City of Light's

got a thief on the loose.

Hmm, cue the door!

What's the magic word?

There's a magic word
to operate the door?

Please.

Oh, sorry, please
tell me the magic word.

Oh, my God.

Am I right in assuming that if
Anya was born in Paris, she...

She is buried there as well.

He doesn't know.

And he can't find out.

He still thinks he's going
to get back.

But Stone told him
it's not possible.

You think that will stop him
from trying?

What do you imagine's been
keeping him going

all this time? Hope.

Hope of getting back to her.

Just when I thought I could
start trusting him again.

Oh, rule number one,
don't trust him.

And two, whatever you do,
don't let him see that grave.

We don't need to remind him
of what he's left behind.

How long
have you been engaging in,

um, romantic endeavors
with the lady?

Ooh, feels like forever,
and brand new at the same time.

Sorry, I forgot. Who are you?

I am the librarian.

Ah, monsieur.
That makes sense, yes.

Aha, looks like our thief looped
the footage.

I am planning
to propose tonight.

Don't you have a wife and kids?

Yes, of course,
but doesn't matter.

All that matter is her.

This is getting us nowhere.

Ah, there.
Hey, guys, come look at this.

This vault door was closed,

but the glitch in
the loop caught it open.

That must be
where she stole from.

What's in there? Hello, buddy?

- Yes?
- What's in there?

Oh, safety deposit boxes.

And you know what?

If I could, I'd put my love

for her in there to keep
her safe forever.

Yes.

That was useless.

All the employees were acting
like they were middle schoolers

with huge crushes.

Clearly, we are dealing
with complex love magic at play.

I just don't understand why
no money was taken.

Just the contents
of one deposit box.

And unless someone reports
it missing,

which is unlikely since no one
is doing their job,

we've hit a dead end.

What the bloody hell
is that?

A dead end? It's like we're back
at square one.

No path forward.

No, although, interesting
colloquial term to file away.

But what is that?

The Eiffel Tower.

That's right,
you wouldn't know.

It was built in 1889

to celebrate the advancements
of the era.

It is the most
monstrous eyesore.

A blemish on the skyline.
What were they thinking?

It was a feat of engineering.

It was the tallest building in
the world of its time.

Well, I despise it.

Actually, you're in line with
your contemporaries.

Many artists and intellectuals

protested the tower's
construction.

They called it a smokestack.

Precisely, and I know
just the contemporary

who will undoubtedly agree with
me and get us out

of our deceased end.

- Dead end.
- I happen to know

the world's most foremost expert
on all matters of the heart.

Perhaps you've heard of him.
He goes by the moniker Cupid.

Hmm.

I can't believe we're in
a wild goose chase

for a mythical being.

Cupid is as real as you or I.

You think Cupid's
the thief we're looking for?

Certainly not,
robbery isn't his style.

But isn't Cupid known
for mischief?

There's a tale

about him shooting
a gold-tipped love arrow

at Apollo to make him fall
in love with the nymph Daphne,

only to then shoot
a lead-tipped arrow

at her so she would hate him.
Not exactly noble.

Yes, he has a history
of that kind of mischief.

But Cupid has no need
for stealing material things.

His mischief has purpose.
Besides, Apollo deserved it.

Ahh.
You'll see.

Everything I've ever learned
about love,

I've learned from this man.

He's suave and sincere,

a master at weaving
the words of romance

into sonnets
you will never forget.

Dare I say, a personal hero.

Ah, there he is,
God of Love, Cupid.

Vikrumugh,
what are you doing here?

I'm telling you,

the 21st century is the worst
century of all

the other centuries.

Should have stayed in
the lovely 19th, mate.

Here, now, love is dead,
rest in the best peace.

I've gone out of business.

Are you telling me
that this man is a god?

Of love?

I thought you said love was
the one job that's eternal.

Bollocks, it's all changed.
They've got all those apps now.

They've got, um, Hinder
and Tinge.

And, uh, Bumblebee.

They even got one with my name,
which is Cupid's Okay,

but I'm not okay.

I don't know. I've been replaced
by an algorithm.

Algorithms, and they're great.

You can filter people out

based on politics, religion,
even height.

You see what I'm up against?

Uh, waiter, can
I have some shots?

I...I actually agree with Lysa.

There's nothing wrong
with the internet.

I mean, my fans love me.

Well, that's not love.

That's just
a parasocial relationship.

Uh, who are you to talk?

When's the last time
you dated anyone?

I don't have time to date.

Probably a serial ghoster.

No, Charlie's not a ghost.
She's alive.

You're not a ghost.

No, ghosting is
when you go on a date

and you don't call them after.

I'm sure Charlie's not a
ghoster... neither am I.

I know you.

You're Vikram's love,
innit you?

I assure you I am not.

You stole her away from
her fiancé, finally.

That is not Anya,
despite the resemblance.

Are you sure about that?

Uh, we're sure.

Are you telling us Vikram
had a torrid affair?

Spill the tea.

Vikram was a naughty boy.

He once asked me,
you know the brute Gregor,

he wanted me to make him fall
in love with someone else.

You tricky little minx.

That is a personal matter.
Will you cease?

Well, I said no.

"No, you make her fall in love
with you yourself".

Wait, so Anya was engaged
to Gregor,

as in Gregor's hammer, Gregor?

Oh, alright.

Back to the point,

a criminal is weaponizing love
to conduct crimes.

How do we find them?

Chaos; if you're looking
for love, look for chaos.

- So, you'll help?
- No, I'm retired, mate.

Buried my arrows long ago,
long ago.

You buried your arrows?

No, he doesn't mean literally.
That would be reckless.

No, he means metaphorically.

No, I buried my arrows.

I couldn't tell you where.
But it was a long time ago,

and the city's changed so much!

So, any random person
off the streets of Paris

could happen upon the
God of Love's bow and arrows?

That's possible.

I don't understand.
It's just a bow and arrow.

"Just a bow and arrows,"
wars have begun with less.

You're being dramatic.

The magic arrows will
corrupt the user.

Cupid is an immortal.

He can handle
the residual magic.

Let me guess, if a human uses
them, that magic leaks?

Yes, there will be traces
of magic,

affecting anyone in its path.

So, it's like a disease?

The arrows leave behind symptoms

of love magic
wherever they're used,

which is why our pendulum
is useless.

Maybe not useless.

We can record every place
the pendulum has pointed to

and find the one
that repeats.

So, we just find the highest
concentration of love magic.

Oh, you're making a map
of our map.

That's very clever.

Jackpot, our thief has
been most active

in the fourteenth
arrondissement.

All the symptomatic events
of love radiate out

from this spot.

Guys, don't you think this
is like a little too easy?

It could be a trap.

We're gonna break about
ten laws just sneaking in here.

It doesn't count;
we're librarians.

No, you're not.

It is a title the library has
to grant you.

It is earned.

It is not spoken into existence.
Let's have some respect.

Looks clear, let's go.

Hmm... Something's off.

Well, Cupid missed out.

He could have stocked up on
some fancy wine.

There's nothing
of any real value here.

Why would someone
with magic arrows

steal dry cleaning and wine?

Perhaps they're planning
on hosting a dinner party.

Maybe just a bad thief.

You shouldn't be here.

Don't get hit by those arrows.

I think we found Cupid's arrows.

You think?

- Hand over that quiver.
- Why would I do that?

Those arrows do not
belong to you.

Your reign of terror is
at an end.

Oh, my lady, forgive me.

I'll spend eternity
making it up to you.

is following oneSelike f

of the oldest laws in
existence, "Finders keepers".

Finders keepers?

That's all you have to say
for yourself?

My friend,
true love is at stake.

But true love doesn't exist.
Therefore, nothing's at stake.

Hmm? Mm-hmm.

Oh, jeez! Ooh!
That gonna be bad.

- You want to know what I think?
- Yeah.

I think if you were
the real God of Love,

you would care more about
someone running around the place

using your magic for
random petty crimes.

Oh, no, not random at all.

No, love is like darts,

and this thief has got someone
in her sights specifically.

And she's not gonna give up
until she hits the bull's eye.

You want my advice?
Let's give up.

But imagine what happens if we
don't find your arrows.

If it were me, for instance,

I would sooner betray
and blindside any soul

that got between me and
my one true love.

Look, the sooner we find
the arrows,

the sooner we find the thief,
the sooner we leave you alone.

How about we make a bet?

If I make
the bull's eye backwards,

blindfolded,
as blasted as I am now,

you all leave me alone forever .

And if you don't?

I'll help you find my arrows
and contain the magic.

- Deal.
- No.

No gambling with the gods is a
basic rule of being a librarian!

Well, you said I am not
a librarian, so...

Mhmm.

Does this mean we win?

Time to sober up, sweetheart.

Elaine, did you dress up for me?

This is for
my ballroom dancing competition.

I don't dress for anyone
but myself.

Certainly not for you.

Oh! Oh, you two know each other.

A story I shall take
to my grave.

Enough.

You're very strong,
very strong.

Cupid said the thief must
have a target.

"Nothing's gonna stop her till
she hits the bull's eye."

And we shall hunt down
the culprit,

which will lead us to her.

Everything she stole is
so random.

What's the common denominator?

Hmm.

Did you steal those?

They were already stolen.

Connor.

She held these in
her dainty fingers.

- Kinky.
- Ew.

Drink this.

- No.
- Hmm.

Stop.

I recognized the logo,
but couldn't place it until now.

It's for the Travelers Paris,

an ultra-exclusive gentlemen's
club established in 1903.

When you say gentlemen's club,
do you just mean strip club?

A strip club?

Yeah, where women entertain men.

Oh. A brothel, a whore--

- No!
- No!

Is it not what you call
those anymore?

The Travelers Paris is a club
for distinguished gentlemen:

royals, politicians, businessmen.

Well, I'm
a distinguished gentleman.

This club sounds like something
I should partake in.

I made a whole video
on it trying

to prove it's a front
for occult activity.

Of course you did.

So whoever she stole
from belongs to this club?

Yes, and when I made that video,

I hacked into their system

and got a list of all the
members.

You're the reason Vikram carries
all those flasks, aren't you?

Guilty as charged.

Guy Leroy, well,
that sounds familiar.

Can you zoom in on the photo
of the wine again?

Yeah, huh, all the stolen wine
is from the same winery owned

by Guy Leroy.

And that coat of arms, that was
embroidered on the tux.

Guy is definitely her target.

It's Ghee .
You pronounce it Ghee, not Guy.

Seems like
a pretty big hedge fund owner,

and his assets are tied up in
the bank where the robbery was.

So the guy we're looking for
is Ghee.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ghee is the guy, our guy Ghee.

We're not doing that.

Ghee Guy.

Thankfully, the insurance agency
sent you to investigate.

Marie, or Leigh, or what was
it?

Whatever! Assistant, tea, now!

Allez, allez, allez .

Let's go, let's go,
put it down, go, go!

Shoo.

I nearly fired her yesterday.
She's new.

What happened to
your last assistant?

Disappointment. It is difficult
to find good help today.

Do you have any photo of her?

Her name was Marie.

That's her.
Marie, what a beautiful name.

Not bad to look at either, hmm?

It was nice calling her mine
for a while.

Do not speak of her
in that tone.

I'm joking, of course.

So why did you fire her?

She seemed perfectly capable,
brilliant, even.

Like a star in the night sky.

We have reason to believe

that she is the one
targeting your assets.

Don't be ridiculous. Marie?

The last place she robbed was
the Paris Credit Alliance.

Well, I received
no alert regarding my holdings.

What was in your safety deposit
box that she would want?

That is of no consequence.
My assets are secure.

Besides, it is not possible

that little meek Marie would
come after me.

You underestimate her.

And you'll regret the day
that you ever let her go.

Which is why it's great
that we are on the case.

Yeah.

Ah, look at the time.

I am due at the Paris Museum

for a reception
to honor my donation.

Hmm. Hmm.

Just look at it. Hmm?

Isn't it gorgeous?

Priceless.

It will not leave my side
until I'm on site.

Come tomorrow, if you wish. Hmm?

It was a pleasure

to make your acquaintance,
Mr. Leroy.

Yes, continue your investigation
to your satisfaction, hmm?

So, we know the thief's name.

We know her next
obvious target, but...

God, Guy is awful.
He kind of deserves it.

We could just let Marie rob him.

He is the scum of the Earth,
and I...

We must find her for the arrows.

You seem more put out
by this case than usual.

No, I just hate pompous,
self-important,

egocentric men who look down

at the brilliant women working
beside them.

I am surprised
to hear you say that.

I mean, pleasantly surprised.

And once we find her,
oh, we'll take him down.

We'll drag him through mud
by stagecoach,

feed him to the wolves, watch
as they rip him limb by limb.

Okay, you ruined it, never mind.

Oh, no, I will mind.

Mhmm.

Do you ever take a break from
all this, the library?

I like what I do.

Do you, though?

You seem pretty scared to me,
constantly clenched.

Well, my job is to serve
and protect the librarian.

You're making it difficult.

We're not so different.

I highly doubt that.

We both believe that we were
born with a purpose.

I, the arbiter of love,
you, the guard of the library.

But you want to know what
the difference is?

I wasn't born into
my job like you.

I had to earn it, fight for it,
prove I deserve it.

I'm going to tell you a secret.

The truth is:
none of this matters at all.

The world's a mess.

It isn't a matchmaker
or a librarian that's going

to fix it.

Especially not yours, obviously.

He was shot by one of my arrows.

Wait, what did you just say?

Well, the man's a lost cause.

Okay, she should be
here any second.

Keep your eyes peeled.

- What is it?
- Woof! Jeez, sorry.

I thought I saw a bee.
Um, let's split up.

Cover more ground.

I don't know.
I think we should...

Marvelous, you watch the front.
I'll watch the back.

Is he acting odd to you?

Nah, he's always a little odd,
isn't he?

You can't go in there.

I can handle myself.

If you go in there,
my team is going to catch you.

They'll take those arrows,

and you will never have
the vengeance you deserve.

Why would you help me?

I told you, I am but
your humble servant.

With me by your side,

we can do so much more
than get back at your boss.

Together,
we will be unstoppable.

Where's Vikram?

He's watching around the back.
What?

- What the hell?
- Vikram?

Vikram!

He played us.

He was shot by an arrow.

He wasn't working with us.

He was working against us.

Vikram did what?

He must have been hit by
an arrow at the warehouse.

He used us to find her.

We couldn't even tell.

Maybe we're not as good
at this whole team thing

as I thought we were.

You must fix this, immediately!

Maybe Cupid will help us now

that he knows Vikram's
in trouble?

He's the one who neglected

to tell us when it would
have been useful.

Look, we can track
him down, right?

We can do that, at least.

He's a rogue librarian,
allied with a thief,

using magic as a weapon.

Give Vikram that power when
he's not in his right mind,

and who knows what he'll do
with it.

Meeting you reminded me

of the most profound words
I've recently heard.

It's from a beautiful ballad,
which may as well be poetry,

for the lyrics invoke
true enchantment of love

at first sight.

Are you about
to quote Taylor Swift to me?

Yes. Oh, you know of her?

Oh, she really has a grasp
on the machinations

of the human heart.

Of course I know of her,
everyone knows of her.

I'm only letting you come
because you might be useful.

I care about one thing,
taking Guy down.

I swear
to assist you any way I can.

You still don't get it, do you?

Of course you don't...
no one does.

Guy promised to mentor me,
said he saw a future for me.

Then one night,
he tried to kiss me.

He believed his power
would make me love him.

I left as fast as I could.

The next day, I was fired.

And since he has so much
influence in this city,

he ruined me.

So now, I will ruin him.

With this, I can beat Guy at
his own game.

He taught me love
is just a weapon.

So if I wield it,
then I control it.

Oh, you deserve the world.

And I will do everything in
my power to give it to you.

Tell me, what's next?

That wasn't just a gold egg.
That was a Fabergé egg.

52 jeweled eggs were gifted
from Peter Fabergé

to the Russian imperial family
in the late 1800s,

but seven are missing.

Our guy Guy's is

the infamously never-before-seen
Hen with Sapphire Pendant .

He bought it last month
for an ungodly amount.

Tomorrow's the first time
it's gonna be seen in public.

So Marie is planning
to steal it

at the exhibit opening
where Guy will be in attendance.

She wants him
to know it was her.

Don't forget,
it's not just Marie.

It's Marie and Vikram.

He understands magic
better than her.

If we're gonna stop them,

we have to outsmart the
librarian.

But how?
We can't contain the love magic.

I think we know
what we have to do.

I wish there was literally any
other option.

At this point,
I don't think there is.

- No.
- We can't do this without Cupid.

If you want to show Guy
how powerless he really is,

you don't just want
his single golden egg.

- I don't?
- You want enough money

to purchase his entire business.

Fire him, humiliate him,
look him in the eye and know

that he'll never have that power
over you again.

You want to rob
the whole museum.

That is impossible.
It would take an army.

You've been shooting individual
arrows at individual targets.

Effective, but tedious.

You do not know how
to maximize the magic.

And you do?

Of course I do.
I'm the librarian.

When Guy enters for the opening,
we'll be on the roof.

We'll fire one of those arrows
into the unit

that controls the air
conditioning at the museum.

The love-polluted air will
travel through the museum,

infecting everyone
who breathes it in.

We'll record a video

and I'll project it onto
a screen at the museum

using the magic of
modern technology.

Bring me every piece of art
in the museum

and I will thank you
with my everlasting love.

You'll have
your own personal army.

You tricked me into sobering up.

We need your help.

Yeah, I need a drink.

I must have a stash
in here somewhere.

Hey, look, Vikram was shot
by one of your arrows.

He has now teamed up
with the thief and is going

to rob the Paris Museum.

Think about the amount of lives
that are going to be ruined.

Think about the amount
of love stories that are going

to be rewritten.

You can help us fix it.

Your power is supposed
to bring people together,

and not tear them apart.

It's time to be Cupid again.

If it were the other way around,

Vikram would help
in a heartbeat.

You don't deserve my help.
None of you, not even Vikram.

He spent his time
pursuing a woman

who was promised to another.

And he left her behind
in the past, forgotten.

And if you cared about love,

you'd take a risk
once in a while instead

of hiding behind your algorithms
and your apps.

There won't be a happy ever
after for you

with your impossible standards.

There won't even be a beginning.

And you? Yeah.

You claim that love
will bring people together.

Yet you use your fans
to fill a void

because you can't stand
still long enough

to make a true,
meaningful connection.

And you?
You are so afraid of failing,

you don't fill your time
with anything, let alone love.

And you? Yeah, you.

You're fine.

Look, even if I wanted
to help you, which I don't,

I haven't got the arrows.

I can make arrows.

Yeah, not my arrows.

Well, they wouldn't be
your arrows per se,

but if you would charge them up,
say,

with the essence
of true love.

And true love doesn't exist,
so that's your plan squandered.

But what if we could
prove it did?

If it existed,

the people who were hit by my
arrows would overcome the spell

by the sheer power of love
from the one that is true.

Is that what happened?
I don't think so.

Therefore, true love is a myth,
just like me.

Now, please, leave me to live
my immortality the way

I want to, huh?

We're on our own
to save Vikram.

Even if we save him,
what about everyone else?

We still need Cupid.

He wants nothing to do with us.

So we prove him wrong.

We make him a believer again,
and we start by making arrows

and charging them up
like Mrs. A said.

It's not like charging a phone.

We'd need an enormous
amount of energy.

And that energy would have to be
from a powerful symbol of love.

- Hey guys...
- Recognizable, something iconic.

- Guys...
- A mecca of love.

Hey!

Somebody said symbol
of true love?

You want me to do what?

Climb the tower and rig this
to the upper section.

Climb? Why can't I just
take the elevator?

There is a storm.
The tower is closed.

Oh, so not safe for the public,
but safe for me to climb?

You'll be fine.
Are the arrows ready?

Yeah, I was up all
night making these

to Charlie and Mrs. A's

annoyingly specific
instructions.

Magic arrows have to be crafted
with very specific parts.

You're not the one that had
to wrestle feathers off

an irritable peacock.

All right,
explain the plan to me again.

It's simple:
once the rocket launches,

it enters a nimbus cloud

and harnesses a triggered
electrical discharge.

- Huh?
- The rocket creates lightning.

Yeah, and the lightning will
strike the Eiffel Tower

and the built-in grounding
mechanism will send

the electric current down
and into the arrows we're going

to rig at the base.

And the material we use will
harness the emotional energy

contained in the tower by
millions of people who visit it.

And imbue the arrows with
the power of love.

- Easy.
- Easy.

You're not the ones that have
to climb the Eiffel Tower

in a storm.

Good luck.

Look at them,
your army in waiting.

I can't wait to see Guy's face
when we steal everything.

And there is nothing anybody
can do to stop us.

Look...

"Fight the peacock, Connor.
Find the Eiffel Tower, Connor.

You're not a librarian, Connor."

Yeah, I swear if I die up here,
I'll kill them all.

Think this will work?

The science is sound.

If the love magic works
the way it's supposed to,

we should have an arrow to prove
to Cupid that true love exists.

I did it.

I climbed
the freaking Eiffel Tower.

Did you see me?

Okay. It's now or never.

- It's working.
- You think?

My young wards are
up to something.

But I won't let anything
get in our way.

I'll be back.

That ain't good.

Well, looks like we
only have one shot.

A shot I won't let you take.

You want it? Come get it.

Vikram, where the hell are you?

Maria and I are going to
live happily ever after.

And I won't let you stop us,

even if that means
I have to hurt you.

Let me and Marie go in peace.

Destroy the arrow.

I don't want to fight you.

I'm your guardian.

Everything I do is
to protect you.

I don't need your protection.
All I need is Marie.

She's my everything.

Even now, I swear...

I'm doing this to protect you.

I'm sorry, Vikram.

I had to remind you
of who you really are,

who you really love.

Anya...

My Anya...

You lived a whole
life without me.

Were you happy?
Did you ever love again?

I never meant to leave
you for so long.

I swore that I would return.
And I kept all of my promises.

Except this one.

And I let you down.

I'm sorry.

Do you see what I've been
saying, dear friend?

Is love really worth
all this pain?

I would not trade
this pain for anything.

This proves...
that what I felt was real.

This pain exists...
because she exists...

in here,
and that kind of love...

true love, is always
worth the pain.

Who are you?

I'm the only one
who can stop you.

Get out of my way!

I don't think I will!

You wasted your only arrow.

Using those arrows for revenge
won't bring you peace.

My friend reminded me...

that pain is proof
that love exists.

You must fight for love.
Not against it.

You can't win against me.

I am the essence
of desire and devotion.

I have within my blood
and bones the power

of the universal emotion
of this planet.

I am Cupid, God of Love!

- Whoo!
- He's back.

Now that is a Cupid
I know and love.

Bravo, my good sir. Bravo.

The last few days,
they were a blur.

It is like,
like my anger consumed me.

I just wish there was something
I could do

to help all the people I hurt.

Someone used the dark side
of love to hurt you.

And of course the magic
brought that out in you.

Using power to wield love
is a dangerous game.

Power makes villains of us all.

Vikram's right.
You couldn't have controlled it.

Not to worry though.

When I hit you with my arrow,
it not only cured you,

but everyone else who was
affected by the bow and arrows.

Everyone will wake up tomorrow
as if nothing had happened.

Does this mean
you're back in business?

I suppose so.

So what you're saying is
true love isn't worth giving up

on just yet?

Probably not.

I guess I am still
of use out there.

And I have all you
to thank for that.

Well next time you have
an identity crisis,

don't bury your arrows.

Just give us a call instead.

You know what
we never figured out?

What was it that you stole

from Guy's safety deposit box
at the bank?

It is proof he has been
stealing from his own company.

Makes me feel better to know
he is every bit as slimey

as I thought he was.

Is it wrong
that I still want him to pay

for what he did to me?

Karma comes to us all.
Guy will get what he deserves.

God, that never gets easier.

Never gets old.

I hope you know what you
did for me out there,

fighting me, bringing me back...

Well, it was very brave.

Just doing my job, sir.

What did it mean on
her gravestone,

" Aimer c'est vivre "?

"To love is to live."

Well, it was something we used
to say to one another.

So she never forgot you.

You two?
Constantly cleaning up my mess,

with no obligation to me
nor the library...

I don't think
I've ever said thank you.

Interesting.
I don't think you have.

Pretty rude if you ask me.

We're just teasing you, buddy.
You're very welcome.

Just don't go
betraying us again.

Well, the Eiffel Tower really
is a beautiful feat

of architectural engineering,
isn't it?

Anya would love it.

That's what we told you.

You should see
the Empire State Building.

Ooh, or Burj Khalifa in Dubai,
tallest in the world.

- Ooh, that Golden Gate Bridge.
- Yeah.

- Well done.
- I broke your rule.

I took Vikram to the grave.

It was the only thing I could
think of to do.

Sometimes, very rarely,

rules are meant to be broken,
specifically when I say so.

And in this instance, I say so.

No!
No, you have to put that back!

I did nothing wrong.

I built this company
from the ground up.

Are you sure that's your story?

Whatever makes you happy.

The truth will make me happier.

Anything for you.

I started putting money away
about 20 years ago.

The shell company information
is in a safety deposit box.

Also, the Fabergé egg I lent
to the museum, it is fake.