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Almost there, Bronco.

Gucci,

we are inbound.

Understood.

Rachel, stay in the car. You stay down. Marino, on it. Let's go.

Let's go. On me. Got it.

Gucci, how long?

I need another minute. We don't have a minute.

Hurry your ass up.

UAV incoming.

Done? Get out of there.

Everyone, get out!

My name is Rachel Wilde.

I'm a particular type of lawyer.

My job is to dog and chase down those that hide their debts through legal

loopholes and shell companies.

I work between the moral and the immoral.

The legal and the illegal.

The black and the white.

I operate in the gray.

Hello? Hey, Bobby, I got some news.

Braxt?

Hey, you there, Bobby?

No, I'm losing you.

The man on the phone taught me everything I know.

Hey, driver, can you find me a signal?

Of course.

You want to go stretch your legs?

Okay.

Shall I give you a minute, boss?

Thank you, John.

Bobby, you there?

Braxton, what you got?

I got a meeting.

With who?

Salazar.

You got a meeting with Salazar? That's not all I got.

Where's this going, Brixton?

Where would you like this to go?

Don't tease me.

How much?

Full debt plus interest.

That's impossible.

I don't believe you.

I got the leverage, I got the agreement, I got the paperwork, and I got the

signature. After this, I owe you nothing.

We are done.

Yeah.

Also, we'll take you back to your hotel.

And if you pull this off, you get the full 5%. Where are you?

I'm on Salazar's Island. I'll be in New York tonight.

No trouble?

I got John with me for security.

You're on his island, and you only have one man for security.

You just let me worry about that.

I'll show you.

Oh, Jesus.

Braxton? Fuck.

Braxton, what's happening?

Braxton, are you there?

Can you hear me?

The upside of this job is that when you win, you win big.

The downside is that when you lose, you end up in a hole in the ground.

Mr. Salazar, the contract is void.

Good. If Spencer and Gosling think they are getting their billion dollars back,

they can go fuck themselves.

And if they send anyone else to try, we'll take care of them.

My clients are asset managers.

Basically, sophisticated bankers.

They make money by loaning money. And when they make mistakes, they

subcontract to people like Braxton.

Or people like me.

If the first mouse gets sloppy, then it's the second mouse that gets the

cheese.

It's under control, Mr. Goldstein.

Please! You should have called, Bobby. Sorry, machine.

We scheduled?

Well, given what happened to Braxton.

I think we are now.

I don't have time now. Oh, yes. Yes, you do.

I'm here to make you money.

I'll call you back.

Thanks, ladies. Two minutes.

And don't throw any shit in this direction.

Why didn't you let him know what he was getting himself into?

Nobody knew what he was getting into.

Anyway, what's it got to do with you? I liked Braxton.

But I didn't like the hand grenade you passed him.

Manny Salazar.

He's not really the guy you loan a billion dollars and expect to see it

back. You weren't thorough, Bobby. What did I just say about throwing shit?

I'm just here to give you an opportunity to recover your money.

You think you can recover it? You know I can.

Ooh, but I know you're too expensive.

Wouldn't Spencer Goldstein rather see its money back and stop putting bodies

in the ground? Careful.

You're pretty-ish and funny-ish and clever, but you're not that fucking

clever. Hire someone else, you're...

Well, repeating the same mistake you made with Braxton and getting the same

result.

On what terms?

Standards of contract.

You get deniability.

Spencer Goldstein's hands stay clean. And you only pay me if I recover the

full debt.

How much?

20%. I can get this done for five.

By who?

You get people killed for five and you're still left short.

You know, I really don't like you.

You'll save a dollar and lose a hundred.

You're a fucking nuisance.

Of course I'm a fucking nuisance.

I can do it for seven and a half percent.

Ten percent.

And ten million up front.

I don't trust you. And, well, you need skin in the game.

I can make that work.

That was easy.

Don't you have to call your boss first?

I don't have to call upstairs.

Impressive. Every time I visit, you're a floor higher.

You, however, do need a bigger office.

Love you, Bobby.

Fuck you, Rachel.

Asset managers.

I'm telling you, they own the lot. I have an asset manager who manages my

money.

That's because, in spite of what you look like... You can still think.

But only small picture.

That's why I have a manager. Manage my money.

What do you think they do with it?

I know what they do with it.

They make me more money. They make you more money because they fucking own

everything.

I'm happy with that. You wouldn't be if you knew what they were up to.

They're out of control. They run everything. The news, the views, the

weapons, the wars. There's no conspiracy.

This is good for me and bad for you.

You should jump in.

The water's warm.

I've worked with Sid and Bronco for so long, they're the only two I trust to

keep me alive.

Salazar is a chameleon who hides behind hundreds of different pseudonyms.

Last month, he was called McIntyre. The month before that, Rodriguez.

To corner Salazar, you must attack him legally and illegally.

Half my team deals with the former.

The other half, the latter.

Evening all, brother.

Gentlemen.

Mom. Ma'am.

Bronco heads a team that specializes in extraction, intimidation, and sabotage.

And Sidney's band specializes in corruption, bribery, and covert

surveillance. So, uh... Salazar?

Manny Salazar is rare and unique.

Braxton uncovered some of his hidden assets.

Salazar then buried those assets, along with Braxton.

So how do we squeeze him?

We bring him to the table. How do we do that?

Pincer movement.

Combination of practical and procedural.

Sidney, you will be going to Sally.

You, Bronco, you're coming with me.

First, I must meet Salazar's infamous lawyer.

I can only do this concealed in a Trojan horse.

So sorry to have kept you waiting, Miss Wilde. I do hope my staff has taken care

of you.

I'm fine, Mr. Horowitz.

So, we have had a chance to look over your proposal.

And I see that you have quite substantial capital that you may need

help with.

I'm sorry.

And you are?

I don't matter.

Yes, indeed.

I'm particularly interested in Mr.

Salazar's portfolio.

That is private information.

I'm sorry, sir. Do you mind? That's very valuable.

Why do I have the feeling there is another agenda going on here?

You'd like to hear it? No. That's another meeting.

We're done here.

Can you call Gary into my office, please? There is a situation here.

I assure you, you'd like to listen. The alternative is very expensive.

Well, I'm not buying what you're selling.

Gary!

Gary!

Mr. Horowitz.

Is there a problem?

Get them out of my office now.

Ma'am, sir, if you'd like to follow... Gary, a moment.

There are two versions of how this narrative plays out.

Version one, Gary waits patiently and quietly by the door for the next 30

seconds while we conclude our business, and then we leave in a calm and orderly

fashion.

Version two, Gary steps forward on a reckless endeavor, and you spend the

next six hours sponging him off the walls.

I know which version Gary would prefer.

You have to... Gary.

Shh.

Gary.

Maybe it's better if you just take a few steps back.

I'm here for the debt that Salazar owes Spencer Goldstein.

As his lawyer, I'm pretty sure you know where all his proxy corporations and

shell companies are.

This is an opportunity for you to work with me so we can find a more amicable

agreement.

I think it's time for you to leave.

Well, if I can't have this conversation with you, I guess I'll have it with

Salazar himself.

Don't get into water that you can't swim in.

Likewise.

And if you get into any trouble, please call me.

I'm known to be very effective.

Rachel Wild, that's my number.

You can call me anytime.

Have a wonderful day, Mr. Horowitz.

Thanks, Carrie.

Are we clear on the plan?

Phase one, procedural and practical.

Bronco and Baker will travel to Salazar's island on a commercial flight

while it's still safe to do so. They need to start sabotaging Salazar's

interests and set up a base a month before I will eventually arrive for a

meeting. While Sin flies to Saudi to start his corruption process.

His anonymous phone call will tip off the Saudi authorities.

Salazar's hotel in Jeddah got approval to build 130,000 square feet.

But the real blueprint shows he's building 150,000 square feet. Hello?

The tip-off will let the ministry know that he's in breach of planning consent.

That'll do the job. The Saudis will take this seriously and shut down

construction while the paperwork gets reorganized. They are majoring the

building. We are being closed down.

Hold on, please.

Horowitz will be fielding phone calls.

And he'll get his wings clipped. Why have I got the foreman of our Saudi

construction site saying that we have been shut down for size discrepancy? He

will be penalized somewhere in the region of four million dollars a week.

Someone is fucking with us. It's that woman. I bet it's that fucking woman.

Well, he's busy putting out that fire.

Sidney will be on stage two of his corruption campaign.

There is a forensic skill to bribery. And Sid is the best surgeon I've ever

had the pleasure to witness.

If you're going to corrupt someone, there's a right way and a wrong way of

going about it.

And what's wrong exactly about putting 25 grand in someone's pocket?

I think as long as you do it elegantly.

You can't just shove 25 grand in someone's hand. It doesn't work.

What you need is lube, an alibi, something to make them feel positive

about the transaction.

Whoopsie-daisy.

I am so sorry. That is totally my fault.

Don't worry. There's hardly any damages.

Oh, you don't know that. There are sensors.

There's the chassis rail. And are you okay?

I'm fine.

It can take up to two days for whiplash to bite.

My friend's a doctor.

You'll take a look at him.

Stand on my foot, please, and close your eyes.

Oh, I don't like the look of that.

Oh, dear.

You'll have to see a physiotherapist. Don't worry, we'll take care of it.

There is a note inside the envelope from the doctor that'll tell you exactly how

to make a full recovery.

And remember, that can take six weeks.

That port superintendent is under the spell of old-fashioned cash.

Has a perfect alibi.

Clear instructions on how to make a year's salary in six weeks. All I need

is a thumbs up.

One, if he's on the hook.

Two, and he'll suck your cock.

You're in luck, Gucci.

Now the port superintendent can justify why he has a year's salary tax-free.

Your steel is impounded.

The paperwork doesn't match.

What do you mean, impounded? Well, get it unimpounded.

That fucking woman has locked up our steel.

By now, Horowitz should be getting more bad news, because 20,000 tons of steel

are stuck in limbo.

and leaves 2,000 construction workers with nothing to do but to sunbathe on

full pay.

Penalties and delays will cost him in the region of $5 million a week.

Now he's burning up in Saudi.

Let's throw him off balance, light another fire on his flank.

Next, we need to attack his business on his Spanish island.

What about the oil rig? It's literally on Salazar's doorstep.

What do you think Bronco and Baker are doing?

Javier?

Bronco?

It's my associate, Baker.

Apparently you're the man that can source anything.

Can you help us?

I can get you what you want.

First thing we need is hard hats.

Tomorrow's delivery is the blow-up preventer.

We can level that before it gets there. No, that's too clumsy.

It's harder to deal with a mouse in the house than a gorilla in the villa.

If they can't see the problem, they can't fix the problem.

Forensic sabotage.

I want them lost in the weeds for months.

A 200,000-ton oil rig will now be rendered redundant through a Trojan

mouse. The 25-gram Jekyll and Hyde Superfuse. Yeah, that's already done,

sir. All it needs now is to give the safety inspectors a little nudge in the

right direction. Once they find out the rig's got a fail-safe malfunction...

What the hell is going on?

Turn it off, damn it! Turn it off!

Doesn't drill, doesn't move, and Salazar's leaking half a million dollars

a day.

He will now be aware he has quite a significant challenge.

I asked you to take care of Spencer Goldstein, and you assured me that the

issue was dead and buried.

Yet, somehow, I'm now paying three fucking million dollars a fucking week

for a fucking oil rig that doesn't produce any fucking oil!

So what I want to know...

is a who specifically is doing this to me and b what the are you doing

about it william it is a woman

with an extremely capable team

they're cunning they're clever and they're efficient i'm afraid that

they're going to continue to be a very big problem

Here, William.

Will they continue to be a problem if they are no longer alive?

Yes.

She's already insured against that.

Cut off her head, and there'll be 20 prepaid lawyers.

waiting to keep this thing alive.

And I'm afraid if that happens, we may be in a mess that will be impossible to

get out of.

What is your advice?

Well, she's already costing you about $28 million a month,

so I think it would be a lot cheaper if you could make a deal, you know, make

her an offer.

For how much?

We can ring-fence this.

For... $300 million?

$300 million?

Mm-hmm. Of my money?

Around that.

You think you're sweating now?

I can make you fucking sweat, William.

There's only so much she can find.

And all the really juicy stuff is still controlled by Wolfgang, and there is no

way she'll ever find that.

Pretty is synonymous with stupid.

And stupid is synonymous with naive.

And naive is what I want you to think I am. During our inaugural meeting, Bronco

placed a bug in his Lawyer of the Week award.

Do you mind? That's very valuable.

We know who Wolfgang is because Horowitz very kindly told us exactly who he is.

It turns out he's an accountant.

Wolfgang Close, a Harvard-graduated German-Arab who orchestrates the entire

financial empire from his fortress in Jeddah.

Why is Wolfgang so important to Salazar?

He's the specialist that hides his money. He bounces it around between

countries and buries it under layers of shell companies, so it's impossible to

find out who the owner is. If you can't find Salazar's money, you can't recoup

the debt.

We need to join those names to those companies to untangle Salazar's

administrative opaque soup.

But if we can access Wolfgang's computer, we can find where he's buried

the bodies, and Rachel can prove that he owns the companies.

He recently invited some ego-stroking publications into his home to tell us

how fantastic, rich, and interesting he is.

The pictures revealed his love for esoteric 50s sculptures, while the

interview let slip his profound love for backgammon.

Did you receive my gifts?

I'm looking at them now.

Open exhibit A.

Ooh, loaded dice.

Precisely. You got an invite to his party as a potential investor.

To catch his attention, you need to win. Excuse me, sir?

What is it?

There's a guest at the backgammon table who hasn't lost a game yet. Why are you

telling me? Because every time he wins, he refuses the money.

What's more attractive to a financier than a man who refuses money?

How much has he won?

It's over 200,000, sir.

Having got his attention, he's going to be looking at me very dubiously, so I'll

need to convince him that I have no kind of hidden agenda.

Naturally, being the host and rather paranoid, he's going to assume that I'm

a grifter and he's the mark, so he'll challenge me.

May I?

Please.

What do you say?

5,000 a point?

Sure.

Using the loaded dice, I'll continue my winning streak.

Simultaneously, I will refuse payment.

He will insist on paying me.

I make a point of paying my debts.

But here's where I make my final move.

You can repay me by giving me a rematch. But with the gentleman's bet, only for

ten dollars.

You will lose.

And as a token of a payment, you will offer him a gift.

It just happens that that gift is a statue he covets.

Open Exhibit B.

Vince carries the Trojan Rat.

It seems luck has gone my way.

Well played.

Rather embarrassingly, I don't carry that sort of cash.

If you'll allow me, I'll just pop something in the post.

People are not suspicious of those that give, only those that take.

Sir, a gift has arrived from Mr.

Kirshner. Wolfgang's office is a Faraday cage, an impenetrable firewall

preventing anyone or anything from accessing his data.

However, once you're inside of said cage, and within 12 feet of his

computer, we're in his world.

Our statue is a bug, a camera, and a tempest attack device.

We can start to put names to companies and entangle his financial web.

Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt. We're in.

Now I'm inside Wolfgang's world, we can start to peel back the onion.

Once I have the legal traction to free some more of his hidden assets... Oh,

Wolfgang, I've got you now.

This will accelerate a desire to reach a deal. The court approves the application

to seek international attachment orders.

Objection, Your Honor.

Overruled. Thank you, Your Honor.

She's a monster.

However, in order to get the unpalatable deal that I want, I will need to look

Salazar in the eye. Hello?

Hello? Oh, Mr. Horowitz, how lovely to hear from you.

Okay, sweetheart.

200, that's it. Has anyone ever told you you have a wonderful timbre to your

voice?

I'm trying to place it.

That's funny.

200 is funny.

I got it. From the 1950s hit, The African Queen, starring Katharine

Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. You sound just like Katharine Hepburn.

Okay.

300. I want to sit down with Salazar. Since I can't talk to you, I want to

talk to him.

What? You fu... You fu... You fucking... Cut!

Salaam alaikum.

Salazar doesn't know it yet, but he's going to agree to a meeting.

It's going to happen on the island.

It's just a question of when, but there's still plenty of time for you and

your boys to put in the infrastructure and prepare for the worst.

Bronco, I'm sure you've had a sniff around.

How do we feel about that?

I think we feel okay.

Okay, better get more boots then.

Phase two, planning and preparation.

Mr Beauregard.

Buenos dias, Captain Sensible.

I like the shirt.

It's silk.

Like my sheets.

Of course it is. My insurance policy will need to consist of a full team.

Baker.

Baker will be in charge of explosives and munitions.

Marino is a wheelman, in charge of on-ground transport.

Dunn is in charge of aviation and cynicism.

This is Gucci.

She's in charge of tech.

I just told you. It's silk.

Their principal agenda will be getting me off the island, and should I need to

leave quickly, they'll need a full chest of toys.

Indigenous ambulance, $40,000 on the clock, full tank of laughing gas, and

four brand-new boots.

Baker, door.

Abracadabra. Say hello to Javier.

Hello, Javier.

Hola, chicos.

He's been a very clever boy and got the full shopping list.

Two canoes, four oars, two emergency outboards.

Late 2010 Cochet, upgraded with an LS3 V8.

Three KTM 450s, 125 scooter for eggs and fresh milk.

Two Polaris Razors with 190 HP and plenty of torque.

And Teddy for fishing.

We've got a full set of knives and forks. We got your reach out and touch

me for the long range slot.

Noisemakers, cloudies, blinders.

We've got 9 mils and 45s AVEC Hush Puppies. Gucci AR with a 203 grenade

launcher. Brand new Boomstick with 40 mil butt plugs.

Top cigars for the Charlie G's for Ground Air.

And finally, 24 ice cold cervezas.

Please drink responsibly.

All right, ladies, don't get excited about our accommodation. It's not the

Savoy. We're hidden in the most remote part of Salazar's island. We chose this

safe house due to its proximity to all three extraction points and its

historical tunnels. Should we need to get Rachel out discreetly? Rachel is

only ever going to be in one of two places.

Either here at the villa or at Salazar's hotel.

He lives in the penthouse suite, which is where they will meet.

If things get exciting, we extract Mum, assess the threat level, bring her back

to the villa, and get her off the island.

Three extraction points.

If we need to move Rachel from the hotel, we take the east evac route.

We'll take the SUVs through the town, through the storm drains, to two

awaiting ribs.

If we need to extract it from the villa, we go from an airfield on the north of

the island.

Jets and helicopters are a no-go because Salazar controls the skies. That's why

we came here by boat.

We have two gyrocopters waiting. They'll go undetected. The west evac is our last

resort. There's no other way off the island.

Each route has its own challenges, but we need to reach these points as quickly

and efficiently as possible.

We're going to be ready for any eventuality and practice until we get it

right. But this is Salazar's island.

The police are on payroll, and he has a reasonably experienced private army.

How many?

Best guess, 50.

What's that other bill? Considering his activities, he takes some comfort from

having a small militia. The police station is an issue.

If anyone ends up inside, we need to know how to get them out.

Where do you want to start?

Well, first we recce the routes, and then we look at the hotel and the police

station. We'll split up.

Gucci, Dunn, and Baker, you recce the north evac point, and log a flight time

to the mainland.

Bronco, Moreno, and yours truly.

We'll recce the fastest route from Salazar's penthouse, through the city,

to the east evac point.

Hey, Captain Sensible, can you, uh...

Can you just slow down a little bit? You're starting to make me nervous.

Time really does stand still when I'm with you.

Tell me what you're so grumpy about. You planned the route.

If we're not careful, your dad's going to blow our cover.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Tell your dad not to spend it all at once.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

That two wheels is better than four.

Okay, sweethearts, we'll run the full route to the east evacuation point. If

we need to get her out, mom will be transported on the back of the bike.

We've got a police car up ahead.

Who wants to kick me in the ass? See if they'll kick back.

Live with me.

Good man, Moreno. Try not to end up in jail.

Head to the storm drains.

See if they have the stomach to follow.

This is too fucking easy.

What I need is a pig on a bike.

What the fuck are you doing? You do your thing. Let me do mine.

Looks like your dreams come true. You picked up a pig on two wheels.

Yep, thank you.

You know, surprisingly, he's not completely shit, this guy.

Let's see if this fucker likes the idea of dropping 20 foot into a storm drain.

Sadly,

it didn't follow.

Turns out you do actually have some talents, Marina.

Okay, looks like that'll work if we need it to. So a boat will pick us up from

here? That's the idea.

But the bikes won't work if we need to take someone who's incapacitated.

For that, I'll need the ambulance to get us through town and an ATV to get us

down the storm drain.

Then we get them off on a rip.

Okay, so on to the next route.

North Evac is a straight shot through a wind farm outside the city. It is our

primary extraction point, as our gyrocopters are the fastest way to get

Rachel off the island. Only to get these operational and onto the runway in no

more than three minutes.

The only way to do that is to rehearse.

It takes 24 minutes to get to the mainland.

25 minutes?

Can you show me faster?

I'll get it there quicker.

How long from the hotel?

Cut it down to nine and a half minutes.

Get it down to eight and a half.

That's not possible.

You're right. Six and a half is possible.

This is how we're going to do it. We'll take Rachel from the hotel. These have

to be out of the shed and in the air in three minutes.

You two pilot and take Rachel and me with you. If this doesn't work, we go to

the west evac.

That means back to the villa, through the tunnel.

Onto the bikes until it's easier by foot.

Then there's an obstacle. The upside of the obstacle is no one can follow us.

But the downside of the obstacle is... That's the straightest line?

Fuck off.

I foresee a problem.

Point A, the villa is two and a half miles that way. Point B, the West Evac

point is seven and a half miles that way.

This is the straightest line.

Now, I am aware that there is a 300-foot-deep, untraversable ravine

before you.

But, fortunately, Baker and I have put a great deal of thought into this.

We've discovered that if you give yourself enough runway, build up some

speed, and flap your arms like so,

it should take the bump out of the landing.

Alternatively, there is another option for the less adventurous.

It's called a zipline.

The zipline takes us to where our ATVs are hidden.

Then there's a matter of getting to the harbor as quickly as possible.

And like with the other routes, we'll need to time and rehearse this too.

Do it again.

What happened there? I can do better. Go on.

Fuck off.

Door.

Four minutes.

Four feet to the left.

Three feet to the left.

Two feet to the left.

Bingo. Do it again.

Four minutes.

Not too sad.

Let's go again.

Ah, damn it!

259. Got it.

Three, two, one.

Not bad.

In contingency, if North Evac fails and we are pursuing vehicles, we lead them

into a banana pie.

There'll be one vehicle and two bikes.

Bikes will peel off and rams horn behind the pursuers.

You're going to dig a hole in the floor.

What? What are we digging with?

With your finger.

Or you could use an excavator.

Put the crank on 20 yards to the right.

Dusty trap doors to snag enemy traffic.

We drive over.

I'll jump out and trigger.

I'll lose at least one down the hole, and then whatever's left I'll hose off

with the help of the two bikes.

I'll take mum and continue to the west evac.

Did the picture make things clear?

Crystal.

The only time Rachel's going to be vulnerable is in transit between the

hotel and the villa.

If she insists on stopping for ice cream, we will not be able to stop her.

So, Gucci, you get the drone up, and everyone else, invisible but useful.

We do not want them knowing about the full team, and if they come for a bite,

I want them to lose their fucking teeth.

We know the evac points.

Speed is our priority.

But because it's three new routes, because it is unknown territory, because

it is his island, and because we are outnumbered ten to one, we are going to

keep rehearsing. And by rehearse, he means tick every button.

Tick every tock.

Lube every wheel.

Lick every stamp.

And steal every inch until all of those routes are ours.

We need to be one step ahead of Salazar. We need to know his movements. We need

to hear his conversations. We need ears in the penthouse suite. We can only do

this before he knows that we're on his island.

Dunn will check out the access routes.

Moreno and Baker will recce the hotel's rear exits.

Sidney and I will casually enter the lobby.

Bronco will have a heart attack to distract the hotel manager.

She will then kindly donate her skeleton key.

Bronco will then recover.

And then Sid will inform her. Slow blood sugar.

Just needs a sweetie.

And then my husband and I will make our way to the penthouse suite. Whilst Gucci

cuts the cameras. Cameras are down.

Get it in.

I think I know what I'm doing.

Three exits.

Door we came in, fire escape.

We're over the edge for a neck breaker.

If anything relevant is said there, or if Salazar loses his patience, we should

know about it.

and we get Rachel off the island.

If they open fire, we fire back and we do not miss.

If and when Salazar's police force turn up, we make them pay.

How exactly do you want to handle that?

You're going to handle that.

You're going to plant engine killers out of their cars.

If anyone ends up in that station, we need to know how to get them out of that

station. And if I recall correctly, it's your turn to take the tour.

Your boys are here.

They look very athletic.

It's only one night.

Don't overdo it, as you're prone to.

And remember, I love you.

Wait for me.

One more thing. Shh.

Write a letter.

But I don't write.

No, not the sombrero.

Are you

ready?

Yeah, we're ready.

Is it time?

Yeah, you should get out here.

Did you get me somewhere nice to stay?

Frette sheets and gold shitters.

Whatever you're gonna be sleeping in is a hell of a lot more comfortable than

where Sidney's gonna be sleeping tonight.

Right now, he's pissing on a policeman's boots.

Did you get what you need from Wolfgang?

It's coming.

I just have one more thing to do. I'll see you soon.

They're ready. Let's get him to the island.

Let's make this personal.

Let's take his toys.

The jet and the boat.

He'll be flying to the island on that jet.

Oh, he's a clever boy.

He'll find a way.

Let's go back to court. The court approves seizure of personal assets

belonging to Manuel Salazar.

Objection, Your Honor.

Overruled.

First, I'll ground his plane under international law.

Horowitz!

I'm standing outside my jet and being told... It no longer belongs to me!

Yes, of course it's your jet. It's just a technical issue. Why can't I fly?

It's my fucking jet!

It's been impounded under international law.

Since when did I give a fuck about international law?

And there's a little more.

I think you might need to brace yourself.

And then I'll impound his boat under maritime law. He won't even let me on

board. My boat!

My fucking boat!

Now I'll have his attention.

You don't need to worry. I am confident that we will get them back.

In court?

We are not going to court.

I want to look her in the eye.

Set up a meeting on the island.

Vamos.

What took you so long?

I may have overdone it when I pissed on his boots.

Got any news?

I don't belong to you anymore.

I don't care about that.

Cameras? They're connected, but they're unsophisticated.

Guards? Give or take 12, and about 20 across the road.

Guns? Yeah, plenty.

Is there any way in the back?

No, you gotta blow a hole through the wall.

Next time, we're gonna spend the night in the cell.

Eh, you're a soldier, and you're good with the voice.

Eh, you're right.

They'll eat you alive.

Ooh, a second thought.

I picked up their signal on the way in.

Abracadabra.

You've got more tricks than a clown's pocket.

And you smell like a wizard slave.

Here's our police station.

These are our cells.

We can't go in the cell wall because it's surrounded by another wall.

And it's covered by cameras.

So we have to go inside if we want to get somebody outside.

We can go out the back wall. It's got no cameras and we can drive straight up to

it.

Drone's found a nosy visitor, sir.

Who do we have here?

Oh, ten points if you can guess.

Okay, give me a clue.

Big. Elephant.

Bearded.

Bearded elephant?

Red. Red bearded elephant?

Salazar's head of security.

Shall we go say hello?

I think you're doing a good enough job.

Phase three, conference with an enemy.

Majesty.

Captain Sensible.

Here, it's for you.

This isn't about to get awkward, is it? Just put it on.

Sydney. It's beautiful.

Thank you. Is there anything in it? There's a thing in the thing.

If you hold down the button, no matter where you are in the world, I'll find

you. I know when mistakes are made, you need insurance.

Bronco and Sid are mine.

With men like these, you can't buy loyalty.

It must be earned.

Don't say a word.

Follow me.

And I earned that a hundred jobs ago when I broke them out of a prison in

Chiang Mai.

Are we being followed?

Yep.

Do we care?

No.

Is there a reason why we're driving so slow?

Dangerous things happen to people who drive too fast.

And I wouldn't want them to get in an accident.

Hello? Mom?

Mr. Beauregard?

Sir.

So, marble palace, frete sheets, golden shitter.

Oh, no, that's for the kids.

For you, ma'am, we have 100% electric RV, organic sheets, and a compostable

toilet. Let me give you a tour.

Kids?

Ma'am?

We start at 350.

Nudge it to 400 if you have to. I think it's time to wrap this thing up.

Gucci, any news?

Ma'am, it sounds like that final number is 400.

That's not gonna cut it.

Senor Salazar, Rachel Wild.

Ms. Wild, my client is prepared to increase the previous offer.

Oh, we're not losing any time then.

Mr. Salazar is offering $350 million to wrap this up today.

Well, I'm prepared to be here until midnight to find a way through this

challenge. But in the spirit of... Brevity.

Throw a sharper dart.

Four hundred.

You won't get any more than that.

Mr. Salazar, we agreed to stick to... Shut up, Horowitz.

Oh. Well, the games begin.

We move from the tail to the dog.

You crossed the line, Miss Wilde.

You played dirty.

For the first time in 15 years, I traveled.

to this meeting in a jet that didn't belong to me.

Why?

Because someone didn't respect the rules of the game.

Someone thought they were clever.

But there is a line separating business wealth and personal assets.

Spencer Goldstein invested in my business, not in my personal space.

But you have marched an army across that line.

Wait. I have an image.

Of a maiden in distress clutching her pearls. I do have an image.

But I will not be a gentleman if I share it with you.

The debt is a billion dollars. I'm just here to help you facilitate in any way I

can you satisfying that obligation.

I am conscious of the small print.

And I don't want you to incur surcharges, penalties, interests.

I'm also known to be a rather effective nuisance.

Your blade has reached its hilt.

You can't cut any deeper.

Take what's on the table and fuck off.

I need a drink.

Glover. Boss.

I need more information.

I can't get him to budge. We don't have the leverage and he knows it.

Look, unless Wolfgang opens up more files, we're bottomed out.

I want a beer.

Understood.

We're making a quick pit stop.

Boss wants a beer. Hell of a time for a fucking beer.

Arrivederci, mon amour. Don't have too much fun.

Mom and Bronco are heading into the cafe.

Let's secure the perimeter.

Gucci, get the drone up.

Just one up.

Are we all invited for a beer?

Don, what's your ETA?

I'm in the middle.

Reserved a table in the back for us.

How romantic.

Don, on your arrival, cover the east side of the square.

Copy.

Gucci, how we looking?

Checking now.

A lot of movement coming towards the cafe.

How we doing, Sid?

Starting to smell a bit fishy.

See those two muppets entering the cafe now?

They're at Salazar's hotel.

Bronco, two of Salazar's guests joining you.

Do you have them?

Yeah, got eyes on.

Well, this might be more complex than I thought.

Well, you like complex.

Sid, there's two more entering the bar. Okay.

Bronco, two new customers, side door, bar area. Do you have eyes on?

Eyes on.

Two more hostiles outside the bar.

Bronco, it's getting congested.

Baker, you take the bar.

Baker, you're on. I'm bringing the car to the rear of the cafe.

Bronco, you're taking her out the back door.

Approaching bar entrance.

Thank you.

Just gonna borrow this.

Bronco, how are we looking in there?

Yeah, we got two in the lobby, we got one in the back bar and one in the

corridor.

Do we have a problem?

More of a challenge than a problem.

Hush puppies on.

We keep this quiet.

Copy.

Next to go. You've got two bogeys coming from behind you. I'm on them.

Eyes on, Gooch.

Two more incoming.

It's an entire fucking football team.

Done. Stand by.

Anyone else's pants getting tighter?

Goochy, sit rep. Four sitting out front, four inside.

Sidney, the back door still clear?

I'll leave the car running at the back door.

Entering the roof of the building.

Got an Escalade inbound.

There's at least six on board.

By my count, that's 14 unfriendlies. You set out there?

Yeah, ready when you are.

They'll be going for an extraction.

Moving to the kitchen entrance.

On your command, Bronco.

All right.

I'm gonna take the two in the lobby.

Sid, you take the back bar.

Baker, take the corridor.

Weapons are free.

Two down.

Lobby clear. Kitchen clear.

Bar clear.

Let's go.

Gucci, we good?

Bronco, back doors clear. Go.

They're exiting the escalate.

Go after rear.

Engaging furniture.

They're down.

Escalate clear.

Baker.

Clear.

Extracting bomb now.

Good shooting.

Let's pack this up.

Bronco, you've got two on a scooter.

Bronco's clear. Let's go.

Get in. Lay down.

Gucci, let's get out of here.

Pulling up.

Bronco, we good?

We're good.

My arm's secure.

Round over to the villa.

Gucci, back to the villa. No wheel spins, no speeding. Don't run any red

lights. Done. If anyone tries to stop you, shoot them in the face.

It didn't work.

What didn't work?

Fourteen men.

Fourteen men.

Fourteen. What do you mean, 14 men?

Don't tell me you've fallen into her trap.

If you tried to kill her, she'll get an emergency injunction.

That will turn us upside down.

Legally, they'll be able to see everything.

Get Wolfgang on the phone. Now.

Glover, talk to me.

Wolfgang's moving assets.

Big assets.

They're panicking.

I think we got him.

Glover, I fucking love you.

Listen to me. This is what you're gonna do.

Connect the assets to his hidden businesses.

Attach them to his name and shut them down. We can crack the code and read the

cipher.

If we cut off his income streams, he'll have no choice but to come back to the

table and pay the full billion.

If you're all in, we're all in.

If you want out, we can get you out right now.

We're staying.

Sidney, the gift you gave Wolfgang is the gift that kept on giving.

It started with a drip, ended in a deluge.

Now I know what Salazar's got and where he's hiding it.

And my lawyers are going to freeze, seize, and bleed him dry.

The court approves the application to seek international attachment orders.

He'll be fucked.

Next, Skyso, chemical manufacturing, turnover 1.1 billion.

Look at the evidence, Mr. Horowitz. It's unambiguous. The court approves the

application to seek international attachment orders.

The panic will set in.

Primo Star Telecom, his first company.

800 million in assets.

His walls will close in. A worldwide freezing order will be put in place with

immediate effect. Objection, your honor.

Denied. Motion is granted.

By now, they'll know there's a leak.

I repeat, the motion to lift the corporate veil is granted.

And finally, Archon Digital Startup. Cash reserve of 385 million.

Freeze.

Fuck.

And cease.

The motion to lift the corporate veil is granted.

Objection. Denied. Denied.

It was only a question of time before they found the Trojan rat. But by now,

we have everything I need. You have no idea how much this is going to cost both

of us.

Horovitz, what do you want?

My client would like to see you. Now.

What? Now, now?

Yes, now, now. That means now.

I'll be there when I'm ready.

Back in the lion's den.

Well, thanks to you, there's less lions.

Ms. Wilde, I hear there was a regrettable incident.

Well, regrettable for some, as I'm sure Horovitz has explained to you.

Once you try to kill me, you've crossed the legal Rubicon you can't come back

from. Now, unless you want me to choke off the oxygen to any more of the

ancillary appendages you possess, you'll pay the full ticket and you'll pay it

today.

You can have 800.

What the fuck? I don't want eight. I want the full fucking yard.

And I want my boat and my jet back. A billionaire without his toys. An

embarrassing paradox. Get the fuck over it.

Now, when you've won, Miss Wilde, take the deal. No.

The deal is you pay a billion dollars. For all your chest banging, have you

recovered even a single penny of the debt?

No.

You accept the deal. Take the 800 and return my possessions.

You know I've seen behind the curtain.

You have no more secrets.

So do you really want me to resurrect all the bodies you've been hiding?

Because I will let slip the dogs of administrative war and I'll share the

exact location of all those corpses with every single investor you burnt

previously.

And it won't be me coming for a billion.

It'll be them coming for five.

The billion.

And you give everything back.

We're done here.

Pay the bitch.

Your job was to make sure nothing like this could happen.

I'm letting you go, William.

Olson will take you to the airport.

Rachel, how can I help?

It's done.

What exactly?

Salazar's agreed to pay the full amount.

That's exactly what Braxton said.

Now, there's only two reasons why that little red phone could ring.

One, you're being fired. Two, you're being congratulated for the brilliant

agent you hired to help you recoup your unrecoupable debt.

If it does, Rachel, I will be very impressed.

No, when it does, you'll return everything we seized.

Contractually, that includes the jet and the boat.

Am I clear?

Crystal, consider it done.

Now, keep looking even harder at the phone you're looking at.

Ring, ring, Mazel Tov, motherfucker.

So, as I was saying...

Mr. Goldstein?

Congratulations.

Bobby, are we really going to fall out of our hundred million?

Call me back.

Getting money out of Salazar was a stimulating game of chess compared to

dealing with Spencer Goldstein.

You always said they could never be trusted.

Who's that?

We're a thousand miles from anywhere.

Are we expecting anyone? No.

Rasheed?

Rasheed?

Right there.

Rasheed?

Rasheed?

Sorry.

Hello my lovely.

Who the fuck are you?

You can't just walk into my office.

Yes, we can.

I've got security cameras.

There are people watching.

No, there aren't.

So who are you?

What do you want?

Salazar's taken Rachel.

Oh.

All right.

You're her boys, I see. Well, that's kind of sweet.

It's being handled.

Everything's being handled.

How?

Exactly.

We're dealing with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. We're talking to the

State Department. We're dealing with the Spanish police. It's a highly complex

and evolving situation.

So you're doing nothing.

Look.

We all just have to be patient and Salazar will get his toys back. Rachel

gets released. She gets paid.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

So you're telling me that she got you your money back and she still hasn't

been paid?

That's not very nice.

Look, you stick to the dancing and I'll do the thinking. Don't be cute.

Nothing is as simple as it seems.

Yes, it is.

Pay your debts.

Miss Wilde, we made an agreement.

I kept my side.

Spencer Goldstein have not.

No, it's not that simple.

They have something really valuable to me.

Now I have something valuable to them.

No, you don't.

Even if they knew that I'm here, well, they wouldn't care.

They won't register.

I'm worth less to them than a stray dog.

Quite brilliantly, you're worth billions.

But they manage trillions.

If they own New York City, you'd just be a... a hot dog stand.

Holding me gets you nowhere.

And they're never going to pay you.

They haven't even paid me.

We'll see.

You will find a way to make them.

Otherwise, parts of you are going to start turning up in their New York

office.

This is my island, Rachel.

My police.

My law.

I have an entire army to make sure no one's coming to save you.

The track is saying she's still at the police station.

She's there.

It's confirmed.

You're still set for plan A?

Yes, everything is still in place.

I've put the engine killers back on the police cars.

I've got the zip line working.

The spikes are back in their original place.

So are the landmines, even the trap.

Have the numbers changed?

Salazar has increased security, so be prepared to improvise.

There's an extra unit at the hotel.

One mobile patrol and around 20 men in the station.

Now, they changed shifts, so it was the perfect time to go.

But I warn you, these guys are professional, and they're ready for

trouble.

Hey,

you want to change first?

We're leading the police car.

Marino, Baker, you take the back roads in the Jeep.

Gucci and Dunn, you take the rip to the airfield.

Everybody clear how we're doing this?

Yes, sir.

Stealth. Armory.

Rachel, exit the way we came in.

Marina, you got up front.

Keep eyes out for any movement.

Copy. Rendezvous with Dunn and Gucci at the airfield.

Dunn, you have Rachel in the air eight minutes from pickup. Got it. Gucci, you

got Sid, then everybody else with me providing cover.

When they are airborne, we fall back to the west of the back.

Copy that.

Approaching the rear of the police station.

Baker, stand by.

Bronco, Sid, what's your ETA?

30 seconds out.

Copy.

That's Baker on foot.

20 seconds out.

Moving into position for surveillance of the front door.

10 seconds out.

Still quiet out front, boys.

Couple of tangos idling. Shouldn't be a problem.

Eyes on.

All quiet, no moving up front.

I don't even fucking think about it We

got incoming

boys one car approaching the compound Pull it up now

He's sitting in the car I'll let you know when he

exits

Still no movement.

Stand against the wall and stay there.

Still good on the front door.

Who were you last week?

Manos,

over.

Manos arriba.

Don't fucking do it.

Fuck it.

We got incoming, boys.

Starting to get busy.

route to the airfield. Get the gyros ready.

They got the girl.

What do you mean they got the girl? They broke her out of prison and they're

trying to leave the island.

Well, stop them.

And get her back!

If we want to strand them, now's our chance.

Googie, we are inbound.

Stay in the car.

Marino, on it!

SUV incoming!

Joe,

Joe, Joe!

Get the fuck out of there!

Gucci Marino, get to the bikes! On it! Let's go!

Judging plan, west evac.

We can't do that. There's another team incoming.

Then we'll lose them in the banana pie.

Baker, eyes out. Keep us covered.

We've got eyes on the one kilometre route.

Gucci, Marino, peel off and prepare to ram-sword.

Copy.

Baker, hold your fire. Wait until they're deep in the trap.

100 feet out.

Ram-sword, now!

Turning now.

Makeup, hold the back.

Bronco, stopping in three, two, one.

Bronco's out.

Opening the pit.

Bronco, I'm running out of road here. Make it fucking open.

Good. See you at the villa.

Don't worry.

There's 70 of us and six of them.

Let's go.

Gucci, drone, Baker, jack-in-the-box. Copy.

Moreno, you'll be with me. South side.

Aye, aye, sir.

You hold them off, draw them in, rig this place and blow the neck.

Three vehicles on the west side, 300 yards out.

Stinger, now.

12 on foot coming your way, Sid. They're heading over the ridge.

Two vehicles, east road, coming towards you, Bronco.

Baker?

First car is down.

Sid, they're cresting the ridge.

Marino. Ready.

Engage.

Coming east side. Another SUV southeast.

Tactical with an M60 on the back.

I'll clear up.

Open the hall.

Yes, sir.

The hole's clear.

13, Marino, go ahead, set up a zip line.

Moving.

Covering. Set, move.

Let's go.

Check the road is clear.

Leave our ATV running. Yes, sir.

How you doing, Baker?

All good.

Charges are set. We're ready.

Layback's clear.

Bronco, getting meat sweats.

Should we ring the bell?

I think so.

Bronco, Mom, let's go.

Get Mom out of here. I'll catch you up.

No, it's too hot.

Don't fuck around.

I'll stay.

The plan was you two with Mom.

Someone needs to stay and press the fucking buttons. Baker, don't fuck

around.

Bronco?

Two minutes, Baker.

I'll be there.

Two minutes.

Time to go.

Right, do you want to take notes?

We're headed to the port.

Broke out. We need to move.

Anger, what's your status?

Anger? I'm on my way.

Anger, that's two minutes. It's time to go.

I said I'm on my way.

The tunnel's compromised.

Damn it, Baker. Come in. What are you doing? I'll meet you at the extraction

point.

Baker, I'm right behind you.

Just get mom off the island. What are you doing?

Don't you do it? Don't you fucking do it?

Thank you

Go around again!

Range. Weight.

I said range.

I said weight.

300. Weight 275.

Make your mind up. 250.

Ram it, Janet.

Baker. No.

Take her to the boat.

We'll catch you up.

I thought I'd stop by on my way out.

No hard feelings, I hope.

I've been paid.

So everyone's happy.

Well, not quite, actually. I've come from upstairs.

So I see.

Seems like the whole Salazar debacle continues to unfurl.

Why do I care?

No one knows where he is. He disappeared.

I'll catch you up.

Sweet dreams, cockroaches.

You crossed the line, Bobby.

You should have taken your out while you had the chance.

I solved this problem for you, but you got greedy and made a mess of it.

So Sid and Bronco are now going to solve it their way.

Someone needs to wear it.

Someone needs to be buried.

It's not going to be me.

Well, let's just hope Salazar doesn't turn up. Because if he does, he'll turn

state evidence on Spencer Goldstein for funding a criminal organization. Welcome

to Miami.

Mr. Salazar.

Who the fuck is Mr. Salazar?

I'm Mr. Smith.

As long as that little red phone doesn't ring, I'm sure you'll be fine.

Love you, Bobby.