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- ♪
- TONY: Hi.

I'm Special Agent Tony DiNozzo.

- Who are you?
- Ziva David.

Mossad.

We're gonna be working together.

TONY: We're
investigators, which means

we investigate things.

Can't be too careful
when you're undercover.

- (gunshots)
- (Tony groans)

Ziva is Ziva. Nothing to tell.

- I might have a plan.
- "Might"?

- TONY: Just coworkers.
- ZIVA: And friends.

TONY: Very good friends.

(whispering):
Don't flatter yourself.

That's just my knee.

ZIVA: You jeopardized your
entire career, and for what?

For you.

ZIVA:
The center of all this pain

- is me.
- It's part of the job.

- This isn't you.
- This is me.

This is what I made of myself.

But it's not who I wanted to be.

(whispering):
I'm fighting for you, Ziva.

(whispering): I know.

I have to start over.

Alone.

- You are so...
- Handsome? Funny? What?

Loved.

♪ ♪

NEWSWOMAN: The blast occurred
just hours ago.

The farmhouse belonging
to the late Eli David

was the apparent target.

TONY:
Ziva's cell's disconnected,

and she's not answering email.

I need to know what happened.

I need to know why she died.

TALI: Ima. Abba.

TONY:
Me and Ziva have a daughter?

Ziva never told me.

I'm everything
to that little girl now,

and I've never been
anybody's everything before.

I'm gonna take Tali to Israel,
look for some answers,

and then I'm gonna
take her to Paris.

ZIVA: I have spent years
looking over my shoulder.

There's a woman,
she wants me dead,

and I will kill her.

This is the only path
that'll lead me

back to Tony, back to my Tali!

What if I'm too damaged

to go back to who I was?

She's so big,
and she's so beautiful.

LANG: It's okay to
choose happiness, Ziva.

You deserve it.

ZIVA: I am ready.

TALI: Mom.

♪

- (groans)
- (thump)

(grunts)

(panting)

Ow.

Thank God nobody saw that.

You don't count.
You see everything.

(unzips bag)

♪ ♪

You look incredible.

(chuckles)

Let's get this over with.

♪

(organ playing
Mendelssohn's "Wedding March")

♪

(organ music ends)

♪ ♪

PRIEST: Please be seated.

(faintly): Dearly beloved...

(priest continues indistinctly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(beeping quietly)

(computer beeping)

(phone vibrating)

♪ ♪

Six months ago, you hired us
to stop ongoing cyberattacks

and sabotage of your
construction sites in Singapore.

I am happy to report
there has not been

a single incident since.

Whoever's behind this

is clearly allergic
to my security company.

TAN:
Mr. DiNozzo, the board and I

can't thank you
and Salus Mondiale.

Security Services enough.

Hi.

Everyone, this is
Claudette Caron,

our chief technical officer.

Claudette, everyone.

CLAUDETTE: Hello.

Um, sorry...

Oh, don't be sorry.

At Salus, we try
to walk that fine line

between techno-thriller
and workplace comedy.

(sighs, whispers)

Uh, give us a moment.

Oh.

- This is happening now.
- Yes.

- You can't control it remotely?
- No.

I'm afraid we're gonna
have to cut this short.

We have another client in need.

- (tires squealing)
- (engine roaring)

♪ ♪

How much now?

CLAUDETTE:
Another million-three.

So whatever's doing this...

Have stolen 36 million
and counting.

And the firewalls we upgraded
is the only reason why

- the money wasn't taken in one shot.
- (voicemail beeps)

TONY: Henry, it's me again.

I know it's late, but
you got to call me back, buddy.

Somebody's stealing your money,
and we're gonna try and stop it.

Hold on.

- (horn blaring)
- CLAUDETTE: Tony! Look out!

(screams) Tony!

- (horns blaring)
- (tires squealing)

- That was close.
- Yeah, that was close.

- (horns honking)
- (Claudette whimpering)

- (siren blaring)
- (tires squealing)

Oh, come on.

CLAUDETTE: Pull over!

How long before
the money's gone?

- 17 minutes.
- Not pulling over.

This might get a little scary.

I'm gonna shake these guys.

- (screams)
- (tires squealing)

CLAUDETTE: The sidewalk? Really?

(screaming)

(horns honking)

(Claudette panting)

(tires screech)

Monsieur!

We handle cybersecurity

for one of
your biggest depositors.

Right here, right now,
they're being robbed!

Do the French.

- (lock beeps)
- TONY: Well done.

Where is this happening?

CLAUDETTE:
Transfer office, ground floor.

- (siren blaring)
- You go. I got this.

It's okay. I know these guys.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gun? Really? For blowing a red?

(grunts)

Come on, come on.

Hands behind your back.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

You know, I was a cop.
Small world.

When I was at the academy,
I learned this party trick.

You want to see?

Seriously, watch this.

♪

(hushed):
Tell me you stopped it.

No, I can't find anything.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

- (lock clicks)
- Hang on.

- Okay.
- (panting)

- All right.
- (grunts)

Huh.

- TONY: That little thing.
- Yeah.

- Well, hide it.
- (door rattling)

I don't want it
booked as evidence.

Hold on.

It's okay. All right. All right.

- Easy, now.
- Where the hell is my partner?

- Okay.
- (phone vibrating)

That is the robbery victim.

Interpol.

Whoa. Sorry.

Uh, sorry your boss
yelled at you.

Interpol.
They can be kind of pushy.

She's sorry, too.

- Sorry about your vehicle.
- (engine starts, sputters)

Au revoir.

So, where'd you put it?

CLAUDETTE: Where else?

Well, let's hope
it's waterproof.

You carry it.

♪ ♪

(door beeps)

Gentlemen.
Sure I can't get you a coffee?

Do we look like
we need caffeine?

I'd take
an elephant tranquilizer.

TONY: Fresh out, Henry.

(scanner beeps)

Every director in Europe
is flying in.

Well, who wouldn't want
to witness firsthand

when Interpol is
the victim of a crime?

Tony, do you have a clue
how the fuck this happened?

No.

I know exactly
how this happened.

Meet your thief.

A thumb drive?

Miniature computer.

Ninth evolution, apparently.

(electronic trilling)

That little thing
stole 122 million euros?

Well, it would've
taken everything.

Fortunately, we just
updated our protocols,

added three new firewalls,
got the alert within seconds.

Et comment dit-on en anglais?

"House"?

- (laughter)
- MAN: "Home."

- WOMAN: "Apartment."
- WOMAN 2: "Lodge."

"Crib."

(laughter)

Anyway, we'll lease
the building next door

for overflow next semester.

We will also expand
our private tutoring

and remote learning.

No reason
we should lose students

just because they get posted
to new embassies.

Annette, my tablet, please.

All right. So, let's go through
those numbers again.

(loud bang)

Relax.
It's just a truck backfiring.

(loud bang)

♪

TONY: And that is when Claudette

grabbed ahold of this

and yanked it out.

Well, it did save us
115 million.

Great work, Tony.
French Legion of Honor okay?

I'll take whatever
they gave Jerry Lewis.

Just tell me
you can trace the transfers.

We're working on it,
but the trail is ice.

- Were we the only target?
- As far as we know.

But out on the loose,

little 9.4 could crash
national economies.

Really could've come up
with a better name.

Have a blast with that,
because I want this

out of my hands and into yours.

I will help you find your money
and whoever stole it,

but I don't want
this hot potato.

Look, we're grateful
you stopped the transfer,

but given we have no idea
who deployed 9.4,

and, as you said,
this thing out in the world

could do a lot of damage,
we think it'd be safer

- with a trusted third party.
- Hmm.

That is...

The final word.

Thanks, Tony.

Henry, see you at the 2:30,
my office.

(device beeps)

Your boss has a long fuse.

Mm-hmm.

And when it runs out,
you're better off

dying in the blast, so give me
something I can tell him.

Well, Claudette says black hats
tend to have distinct styles.

Crutches they rely on,
flourishes they can't resist.

Do you have a top suspect?

Russian hacker Boris Peskov.

Who has suddenly gone
very missing.

But we are on the hunt.

And I'm late.

For Tali?

Who else?

You tell her I've been
practicing at four square.

That girl is gonna learn
some humility.

I'll sell tickets.

TONY:
See, right there. There's Mommy.

TALI: Mom.

ZIVA: Oh, you're so beautiful.

(chuckles)

And you're a giant.

What's Daddy been feeding you?

Well, go figure.

The kid loves snails.

♪ ♪

Hi.

Hi.

You're crying.

So are you. On the inside.

Yeah.

Well, we goddamn deserve it.

Yeah.

We sure goddamn do.

You're okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Hi.
- Oh! Jesus!

(exhales heavily)

So, you're watching
the video about our...

You shouldn't
sneak up on people.

If I were sneaking up,
I'd be dressed like a tree.

Where is Tali?

She's playing football.

TONY: Ah, there she is.

I was thinking of, um,
sharing this with Dr. Lang.

Again.

Pardon?

This.

Oh.

So, you're sharing
a memory about us.

I'm going to share a memory.

Well, it's a good one.

At least, that's how I'd
categorize it for my therapist.

Therapist?

Have you been in therapy?

Sure, I have.

Really?

Once.

I walked in happy,
walked out depressed,

- and I just kept walking.
- (laughs)

That is so incredibly you.

Here she is.

You're late.

I am...

a little late.

Oh, not that late for Dad.

Okay, you two have fun
terrorizing Paris.

Have her back at your place
by 2:00 p.m., please.

Because Sophie's picking her up
for tae Kwon do,

and you have her dobok.

On it, boss.

ZIVA: Mm.

TALI: Bye!

- (helicopter whirring)
- (indistinct chatter)

(helicopter whirring)

(loud banging)

(indistinct shouting)

(frantic shouting)

No, no, no! Ziva, no!

- (high-pitched ringing)
- (dog barking)

(audio distorting and echoing)

TALI (echoing): Mommy.

- (frantic shouting continues)
- MAN: Hold on, hold on, hold on!

- MAN 2: Put the gun down!
- MAN 3: Down!

(officers shouting in French)

TONY: It's okay. It's okay.

It's all right.
Mommy just got scared.

I remember the first time
you showed it to me.

- Terrifying.
- Yeah.

My resignation from NCIS
hadn't gone through,

thank God,
so I still had my I.D.

That's the moment I realized

I might need some...

therapy.

And you wanted me
to see it again because...?

Ah.

At school today,
there was, um, a boom.

Everyone jumped,
thought it was a gun or a bomb,

but I knew...

it was a truck backfiring.

How?

For five years,
you've told me to seek out

anything that sounded like
gunfire or a bomb

so that someday I'd be able
to tell the difference.

Welcome to someday.

I never thought
the day would come.

The trauma you've suffered,
leaving Tali, going on the run,

hunter and hunted
for four years...

Come on.
Let's do a little inventory.

Okay.

You and Tali?

Couldn't be better.

- Your language school?
- Booming.

Panic attacks?

I haven't had to box breathe
in, uh, six months.

Tony?

Not... bad.

He is a wonderful father,

partly because he is a child.

This is embarrassing.
We're in public.

You love this game.

When I was nine. Not anymore.

You are gonna love this
until you're 12,000 years old.

Okay? And I'll still be here.

So...

What...

(muffled): Movie character am I?

- You got this.
- Dad.

- Madeline.
- (laughs wildly) - LANG: "A child"?

What do you mean by that?

Self-centered.

Bighearted.

And a lot of the time,
just, um, oblivious.

Today he caught me
watching this,

and he thought I was having
a nostalgic moment.

He didn't remember me
getting triggered... literally.

What's made it
on-again, off-again?

On-again, kind-of-again...

And where we are now.

Never again.

- Hi.
- SOPHIE: Hi.

Sophie's here!

She's, uh, getting
her thing with the belt.

You know...

- The dobok.
- The dobok.

There are macarons
if you'd like to try one.

Ooh, yes, please.

Okay.

Movie Night Saturday.

I give you the gift of
North by Northwest.

Je t'aime, papa.

Mm, moi aussi, ma chérie.

Tali, did you get your book bag?

- Right.
- Ah.

You know,
I love that she's growing up,

but I hate
that she's growing up.

I dread the day
she no longer needs me.

At this rate,
that will be Tuesday.

Ooh. Beep, beep.

Got to go.

Thanks. Bye.

- Bye.
- À bientôt.

♪ ♪

Little drama
while you were gone.

Three cops said
they were notified

an alarm went off upstairs.

Well, usually, that kind
of thing would be me,

but I got a rock-solid alibi.

We've had eyes on them
the whole time.

You can see for yourself.

Doesn't seem like
much of an emergency to me.

Mm, hundred percent.

GUARD:
The one to talk to is him,

- Lieutenant Galimard.
- Hmm.

I may need to borrow something.

I appreciate the diligence,
Lieutenant Galimard.

Macaron?

Merci.

Mmm.

You're going to want to do
exactly what I say.

♪ ♪

Those two men are not police.

They work for me.

And if I signal,

they will kill everyone
in this office.

Take me to the Cyber Range.

(lock beeps, clicks)

The only room without cameras.

Wild guess.

You're not really a lieutenant.

Equally wild guess.

You were not totally convinced
by my ruse,

and you borrowed a weapon
from a lobby guard.

Please give it to me.

Slowly.

(sighs)

I don't think
I will need to use it.

I have no desire
to harm a child.

But if I must...

no objection.

♪ ♪

(watch beeps quietly)

You know what I'm here for.

Don't hurt my daughter,

(over earpiece): Please.

If you're after 9.4, it's yours.

No reason for your cops
to shoot anyone.

There's nothing in this building
worth dying for.

I agree.

(buzzes)

(sighs)

There's something
I want you to know.

You will figure this out
eventually.

That live feed
your men are sending you,

it is being recorded

automatically.

We have a capture
on all communications

to a system called Ziva.

You named the capture system
after your daughter's mother?

Anyway, it's all
being uploaded to Ziva

as we speak.

Now, I can scrub the server.

The code for that is,

"We cherish NCIS so much."

Don't bother.

Now, if you have steadied
your nerves, try again.

Please.

(sighs)

(buzzes)

It's a little sensitive.

- How's dating?
- (laughing): Oh, God.

(scoffs)

I haven't been out with anyone
since that last...

disaster.

Look, obviously dating's...

(computer alarm beeping)

A message from your old team?

No.

No, it's from Tony.

It's an encryption.

"N," two letters, "C,"

seven letters...

No.

No, no, no.

Do you recognize this street?

No.

Wait, that's the Champs-Élysées.

Uh, there's
the Bus Toqué Bistro,

corner of Pierre Charron.

Uh...

(buzzes)

Could you get me a tiss...

Ah.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- (tires screech)
- (horn honks)

We need to run.

Why?

Um, just got an alert
on my phone.

Shoe sale.

Come. Let's go.

(tires screech)

(shouting angrily in French)

(beeps)

All right.

We exit the office,
no gun visible.

I leave, no gun visible.

A few moments later,
so do my gendarmes.

If we make it safely
out of the building,

your daughter makes it safely
to her tae Kwon do class.

Sounds like a plan.

May I see my daughter
one more time

to make sure she's okay?

(sighs)

That's weird.

(tires screech)

- Um, we're going in here. In here.
- (women chattering)

(women shouts)

SOPHIE:
Les Arcades is my favorite.

TALI:
You're acting really weird.

SOPHIE: Especially, uh,

(over earpiece):
the ground floor, near the cafe.

Yup, there she is.

Who?

Two words.

Jewish mother.

The phone stays here.

Let's go.

(grunting)

(panicked chatter)

This is gonna be interesting.

Just not in the way you think.

- (grunting)
- (fierce yelling)

A lot of shooting,
a lot of pointless death.

That sound good to anybody?

(speaking French urgently)

- (guards shouting in French)
- TONY: No, no, no! Stand down!

Did you call the police?

All right.

So, they get here,
it's out of my hands.

But right now, I guarantee
you can walk out of here.

Not without 9.4.

Are you okay?

(siren wailing in distance)

Go with God.

But go.

Let him go.

Ziva.

Look, if I find out
any of this is my fault,

I promise I will be
on-my-knees sorry

for the rest of my life,
but I don't know who did this,

I don't know
how they targeted Tali,

and I don't know
what they're gonna do with 9.4,

but I do know they knew
right where to find it,

which means that it is
either someone I trust or...

Hey. What are we gonna
do about it?

- It's my mess. I will...
- It is our daughter.

It is our mess.

You are right.

I haven't been to any of
your safe houses in a while.

Do you still keep the deadly
shit in your cookie jars?

I leveled up a bit.

♪ ♪

(device beeps)

Have I ever told you how deeply
I appreciate your paranoia?

Quite the opposite, actually.

Have I ever told you how deeply
wrong I am when I'm wrong?

You don't have to.

We got to find that coder,
Boris what's his name?

Peskov.

Well, if he designed 9.4,

then the next time
it gets deployed,

he might be the only one
who can stop it.

Once they finish
with the office,

I want you to close it up,

tell everyone
they're on vacation,

and you should work
out of a hotel for a while.

That bad?

(sighs) Probably worse.

I'll be in touch.

Uh, don't forget, from now on,

we only use
Salus Mondiale Synch.

Yeah. Chouchou.

Come.

Now, listen.

For the next couple days,
Sophie's in charge.

When you and Mom aren't around,
she's always in charge.

Right. Well, this is
a different kind of "in charge."

Like, remember when I told you
about being in the military?

You said it was full of jarheads
barking orders,

which is why
you never actually enlisted.

TONY: Did I say that?

Yeah, pretty sure.

Well, that was me
being funny Dad,

and now I am being serious Dad.

It's nice to meet you.

- TONY: Little backup here.
- Sure.

Okay, here's the deal.

Dad and I used to do work
that was, uh, dangerous,

so we know what to do
if anyone tries to hurt us.

We've planned for it.

Sophie's a wonderful nanny,
isn't she?

Sure.

Well, she's great
at a lot of things.

Things she learned
working for her government.

All Dad was trying to say was...

you do exactly as she says,

even if you don't
exactly know why.

Okay.

- How long are you gonna be gone?
- Not long.

Hey. You are barely gonna
have time to miss us.

ZIVA: Sophie and you are
going on a wonderful adventure.

You're gonna have so much fun.

What about the two of you?
Will it be fun for you?

(engine starts)

I just need a minute.

Me, too.

ZIVA: I thought leaving her
when she was two was hard.

But, um,
explaining things to her

and knowing that
she understands and then...

watching her drive off,
that's, uh...

that's hard.

Also, smart.

Stinks how those two
always go together.

You know what also
goes together?

- Hmm?
- You and trouble.

- What? Come on.
- What the hell were you doing with that thing, anyway?

- Trying to get rid of it as fast as I could.
- Inter-fucking-pol, Tony!

- Really?!
- Not Interpol. Their banking security!

Well, to people with guns,
it makes no difference.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You mentioned that, uh...

someone you trust
may be involved in this.

Sadly, yes.

You still as good a shot
as you used to be?

Better. Why?

So, you think
it's someone at Interpol?

I think you and Jonah do,
which is why you left 9.4

with a "trusted third party."

Where is Jonah, by the way?

He's my boss.

He doesn't need to tell me
his whereabouts all the time.

Look, I think the three of you
need to come in.

For safety's sake.

People are coming
after my family.

We think the call is coming
from inside the house.

What makes Interpol
remotely safe, Henry?

Tony, don't make me
say the next thing.

Which is something
along the lines of,

"Come in or we'll have you
brought in"?

I wouldn't do it lightly.

So the rumors are true?

- What rumors?
- The rumors that you've been approved

to create a search
and sanction team authorized

to use deadly force?

Well, they're not rumors.
They're called The Section.

(scoffs) "The Section"?

Who came up with that?
You guys should put

a little more work
into the names.

So, is someone from this Section
gonna pop out of the lagoon

and grab me?

Tony, we're friends.

I hosted Tali's seventh
birthday, for God's sake.

Then in a gesture of true
friendship, give me your phone.

No.

- (silenced gunshot)
- (grunts)

Phone, Henry.

You wouldn't dare.

You're right.
But I know someone who would.

A former Mossad assassin
I share custody with.

(line ringing)

(silenced gunshots)

(phone beeps)

I know Ziva doesn't like me
very much,

but that's a bit O.T.T.,
don't you think?

Good talk.

ZIVA:
How's your adventure going?

- A lot of driving. A little fibbing.
- How so?

"Please, can I have another
chocolate, Aunt Millie?"

"We've spoken about this
already, Ella.

Of course you can."

Very convincing.

Someone has a career lawyering.
Or spying.

(laughs)

Call me when you get there.

Bye.

- (phone chimes)
- Okay, I love you...

(sighs)

Look, I abandoned her once,

and I promised myself that
I wouldn't do that again and...

Remember we were gonna take her
to Disneyland Paris

and she got sick,
and so we canceled?

And she screamed at me,

"Papa, you promised,"

and you said...

"It wasn't a promise.

It was a plan,
and plans change."

"And that's no one's fault."

Tali couldn't ask
for a better mother.

And I couldn't ask for...

a better safe house roomie.

(birds chirping)

(rooster crows)

I begged you to come
to the shooting range with me.

Oh, believe me,

it's coming back.

Did you sleep any?

I laid down,
and I memorized the ceiling.

- (phone chimes)
- Ah.

You sneaky son of a bitch.

- Who, me?
- You tagged it.

- How'd you do that?
- Silicone tracker.

I put it on 9.4.

I thought I could follow them
from the jump.

Then they slipped it
into a Faraday sleeve,

and just took it out.

Is that a hospital?

♪

(indistinct chatter)

(electronic chiming)

(people murmuring)

- (alarm blaring) - (woman
speaking French over P.A.)

9.4?

If it is, things just got
a whole lot scarier.

What does our power failure
have to do with the U.S. Navy?

Well, it's a long story,
I'm happy to tell it later,

but we're thinking that
this might be a malware attack,

and we're pretty sure
that the attackers are here

in the building.

Our head of I.T. is going
to check the data center now.

- MAN (over P.A.): Your attention, please.
- (electronic chiming)

- Follow emergency protocols.
- (countdown beeping)

There's a familiar number.

MAN (over P.A.):
Thank you for your cooperation.

Stay calm and move quickly.

- The data center, where is it?
- The basement.

Stop your I.T. guy.
He's walking into

a situation
that could get him killed.

- I'll go.
- No!

(sighs) Normally, I would agree,

but you don't know
what Galimard looks like,

and it'd be a shame
if you shot the wrong guy.

Okay. Then we'll both go.

No.

(sighs)

Again, very in favor of you
going through the door first,

but you need to lean
on the hospital, and hard.

They have to pay the ransom.

Just in case you screw up
and they shut it all down

and dozens of patients die?

- Something like that.
- So what we're depending on

to save all of these lives is me
being charmingly persuasive

and you kicking ass.

It's not ideal, but here we are.

(whispering): However bad
you think this is, it's worse.

(chatter in French)

♪ ♪

(countdown beeping)

♪

(clearing throat)

Now...

why don't you tell me
why you're going after

my 12-year-old daughter.

(gun clicks)

WOMAN: Hand over your
gun, Monsieur DiNozzo.

Turn around.

No one was going after
your daughter.

She was just under surveillance

until you unleashed Ziva.

I'm sorry, have we met?

What an excellent question.

She definitely knew me.

She had some really weird ideas
about child safety.

- Why didn't she just kill you?
- (phone vibrating)

Maybe we're friends on Facebook.

Claudette, 9.4

isn't just for robbing banks.

It shut down the hospital's
entire power grid.

How'd we miss that?

It must have been hidden
from my diagnostics.

But, Tony,
I got an alert from our bank.

Our bank?

115 million euros was just wired
into our corporate account.

What?

- (tires squealing)
- (sirens wailing)

Hey.

- Oh, boy.
- Yeah.

Henry?

Tony.

- How lovely to hear from you.
- Look,

you have to see
what this is, right?

Why would I put the money
in my corporate account?

Someone is trying to use 9.4
to frame us.

Did that same someone
also make you pull a gun

on a hospital employee?

Or run at the sight of me?

Or pose as NCIS?

That was a nice touch,
by the way.

- Thank you.
- No, no, no.

Thank you, Ziva, for...

not blowing my head off
yesterday.

Maybe it buys us some goodwill?

Tony, the 115 million

has just been transferred
out of your account.

So you tagged my bank?

Of course we did.

Now, if you want some goodwill,

tell me where the money is.

Henry, come on. I have no idea.

I don't want to believe that
you two are involved in this,

but I have to follow the facts,

which means
I'm issuing a Red Notice,

which makes you fair game
for The Section, Tony.

I refuse to be intimidated
by Interpol agents

who are happy to be
that generic.

- Goodbye, Henry.
- (phone beeps)

(phone vibrating)

Claudette. Hey.

I got him. Boris the programmer.

- How?
- He's getting married soon,

and I found the website
for his wedding.

I got his fiancée's
phone records, and the number

she called the most often
in the last two weeks

is a landline in a rented house
in Genoa, Italy.

(doorbell buzzes)

(knocking on door)

TONY: Hey, Boris.

We heard the good news.

So you're getting married, man?

Congratulations.

It was a job.

I didn't even know
what it was for.

I only dealt face-to-face
with one person.

Who?

She never told me her name.

Very mean. Very scary.

Very determined.

(phone beeps)

How bad is it, sir?

BORIS: I get the
feeling you fight this lady,

you lose.

♪ ♪

- BORIS: That's the mean lady.
- TONY: She's Interpol?

We have to prove
that she framed us.

- I'm gonna call Henry.
- He put a Red Notice on our head.

Henry's not crooked. He's Henry.

You said you were alone, Henry.

I am alone, Tony.

- (vehicle whirring)
- (loud bang)

- What the hell?
- That was not me.

I'm not doing anything.
Oh, my God.

Whoa.

- Oh!
- TONY: What is wrong with your car?!

Keep shooting!

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