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F-fuck.

Hello.

Just come on in.

Ottoman is an odd choice.

It's hard to break an ottoman.

Tell that to Dick Van Dyke.

I don't know what that means.

I saw you at the park.

So you're following me?

In a way.

Why? Who are you?

Before you get comfortable, let's skip to the part

where you tell me what you're doing in my house.

- Apartment. - Uh, sure.

Had you said home, I wouldn't have

felt the need to correct you.

Yeah, enough already. Who put you up to this?

You and I have business to be discussed.

- Business? - A transaction.

I didn't make any purchases today.

Your actions at the park.

It's a public space.

- You see, I keep to myself. - As to why?

Then you understand why I'm here.

The photograph?

- Yeah. - No sale.

- I'm sorry. - Hand it over.

No, the photograph is my property.

It's staying with me no matter what.

It's, it's an aggressive stance to take with a stranger

no less a guest.

It's my profession

how I make my living.

No one profits from me unless I intend it.

You're not the subject of the frame.

I don't need to ask for your permission.

And you seemed like the reasonable type.

You can leave now.

Once I have the negative film

and any prints you made in my hand.

I'm gonna ask you to leave now!

You already have and it won't work again.

I'll call the police.

With your rotary phone, your finger

wouldn't even spin nine.

Well, now who's bein' aggressive?

- Where is it? - Uh, no, forget it.

It's a great photo. I'm keeping it. You...

You have 19 seconds before the spasm you feel in your windpipe

'causes your throat to close.

The oxygen depravation will lead to paralysis

similar to a stroke. Fourteen seconds.

Tell me where it is and I will make it stop.

Bathroom.

Deep breaths.

Count to five between each one.

Not the subject of the frame?

It's a percentage.

You're upset. I get it.

It really is the better photo you took today.

That's it?

Sorry I took your breath away.

Really?

- No. - What's going on?

Fuck. I thought this would have gone quicker.

Huh?

Listen, I'm gonna tell you

my name to establish trust.

I think it's a little too late for that.

Well, that's up to you, but these men

headed up this way will seriously harm you.

- For what? - Talkin' to me.

Are you serious?

I'm Natalie. You?

- Uh, Ho-Hollis... - Listen, Hollis.

You and me and this photograph need to leave right now.

- I-I believe you. - Good. Let's go.

- Uh, w-what about my stuff? - There's no time.

Well, where are we going?

Gotta get outta town.

I, uh, I'm not getting on a train with you.

Train's a death trap in situations like this.

A few exits and you can't control the stops.

But then why are we here?

Just do what everyone else does. Just look around.

Why can't you just drop me off at the police?

The police can't help you.

Well, what if I say no?

Fortunately for you, my protection comes

with or without your cooperation.

What are you, a 140 pounds?

You'll slow me down, but not that much.

Why do you care what happens to me?

Because I know what will happen to you.

Wait. W-what does that mean?

Who are you?

Where are we goin'?

Out of town.

What, conversation's not one of your special skills?

You could have answers or you could be dead.

If I had answers, this would feel less like a kidnapping.

How did you find my apartment after you saw me in the park?

And who's after us?

Is there anything you can tell me?

I'm sorry, sincerely.

Can you stop the car, please?

Not going to happen.

I feel sick.

Where's the spectacle?

Huh? It passed.

It's time you start betting on me.

Why?

Because one of us isn't a stranger

to situations like this.

But since you disagree...

here you go.

I, I have nothing to do with this.

I just took a picture of you, that's all.

When they find you, and they will

you're gonna need something to defend yourself.

Against who?

At 18 you received a diploma.

Folks behind us

they were handed a Beretta M9.

It also happens to be the official side armor

for military, unlike them

they load these weapons with jacketed hollow points

that achieve a velocity of 400 meters per second.

Incredible stopping power.

Designed to leave extra-large bloody holes in their target.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

This is real.

In less than an hour they will catch up to you

and open fire in seconds.

So if I were you, I would swing that tool as fast as I can.

Maybe one less bullet disrupt your frame

which makes all the difference in the authority's ability

to ID your body

allows for the funeral you deserve.

Whether you swing that thing or not

it's going to be a closed casket.

Or we stay together and you bet on me.

F-f-fuck!

Couldn't you have picked a car with satellite radio?

Humor. You're relaxing.

Just getting used to a new normal.

It's not forever.

What's in Nevada?

Not our destination.

Which is?

Phoenix.

Arizona?

Yep, that one.

- Ever been? - No.

- You? - Yes.

Well, then you know this isn't the right way.

We've gotta get on the ten.

Yeah, that's the way everyone goes to Phoenix.

I hope they send the people who are following us

won't know where we are heading.

In case I'm wrong, the extra added time and space

will make them think we went somewhere else.

And-and after this extra-scenic round

what's waiting for us there?

A safe place.

Somewhere I can protect you until this is over.

Who are you?

Look, I-I mean, I think I'm already there

but just help me tip the ball in.

Law enforcement? Government?

"And zoom straight to the moon with you, Alice."

"Ho-Honeymooners?" How old are you?

Jackie Gleason.

Funny man. I thought you'd appreciate the black and white.

Yeah, fair enough. You're not gonna tell me who you are.

Ah, your deal?

Our paths crossed while I was in transition of sorts.

Oh, we could say the same thing.

Um, burdening your soul on me won't benefit either of us.

Well, you really do live on front street.

- Referring to my honesty? - And your blunt delivery.

It's effective.

I was gonna say rude.

Bathroom's yours. Go ahead.

You know what? I think I'll hold it.

I didn't know the princess required five stars.

Get whatever you want.

Is there a real meal in my future?

Why ask if there's not?

Thought you might say that.

What part of this feels like a vacation?

The clerk is watching me.

Stop giving him a reason to.

Is there toothbrush in front of you?

- Yes. - Could you grab one?

What are you gonna do with it?

Brush my teeth.

- Alright. - One toothpaste, too, please.

Colgate, if they have it.

Hm, priorities. Colgate.

Dental hygiene. Uh, c-can I get one?

It is recommended. Prevents cavities.

I know you don't think this is a joke.

Right again.

But you're screwing with my life!

No, I am saving it.

Well, to-tonight's plan?

- I deserve to know that much. - Relax.

You're gonna get your beauty rest

and this fantasy meal you have in mind, okay?

Okay.

- Happy? - Okay.

- Hi. Two for tonight? - Yes, please.

Yeah, please.

Your server, Savannah, will be with you

in a second to get you started.

Thank you.

- Enjoy. - Thanks.

As you requested.

Well, you sure know how to treat a fellow.

See anything you like?

"Diner signs up for mediocrity by definition."

How so?

Well, basically saying that

we do a little bit of everything

and we'll make it somewhat palatable

as you choke it down

but we're not here to make any one thing great.

Well, you thought a lot about this.

Well, you asked me what I might be getting

here's my advice.

Place like this, breakfast for dinner.

That's the move here.

Well, you'll have to excuse me if I don't do the same.

Must have a decent salad.

Well, good luck with that. I warned you.

Welcome. You guys ready to order?

Cobb salad, dressing on the side and an unsweetened tea, please.

- You got it. For you? - Can I get eggs and bacon?

And can I add a sausage link and a piece of ham steak?

- The Kid Texas? - Exactly.

I should have ordered by name for fun.

Coming right up. Don't steal anything from me, okay?

Who or what is a Kid Texas?

Yeah, I can't imagine that trouble across the pond

in ye Old England. Hm.

- Alright. - Thank you.

That was Monday.

Tuesday was the casing of the joint.

Check doors, count windows

identify the security systems, its strengths and weaknesses

check for both entry points and quick exits

should there arise a need.

Wednesday, gather any necessary equipment

based on the primitive search.

Thursday, game on. Break in.

Take what he recognizes, valuable, and get out.

Friday and Saturday, travel. Get as far from town as possible.

Trade or sell what he couldn't keep

and when it was Sunday morning

again, I think he robbed 13, 14 houses.

And how did he get caught?

Still don't get why they call him Texas

if he worked his way through the Northwest.

Good question, and they both have the same answer

which makes the story so cool.

Thursday mornings, day of the heist

game day is ritual.

He'd go to the nearest diner and order this exact breakfast.

One scrambled egg, one sausage link

one piece of bacon, one slice of ham steak.

It was off the children's menu.

- They called it... - A Kid Texas.

Yeah, and after nine houses in

the authorities linked all these robbers together

and started to map it out.

They'd have the managers of the local diners call

if anyone between the ages of ten or eighteen

dined by themselves and ordered that.

It wasn't the most perfect of plans

but they eventually apprehended the guy.

Story of Kid Texas.

I don't know if I believe it.

Well, it's your prerogative.

Call it a legend if you re-tell it.

I'll use the bathroom.

I'll get the check.

Thanks for the food break.

You're welcome.

- Here you go. - Okay, keep the change.

Thanks.

This is crazy.

And where are you headed?

Oh...

This is exactly the kind of attention we don't want.

- Guys climbing out of windows. - Uh, what? We?

Do-don't act like we're a team.

You say if I leave you, they'll find and kill me

but I'm not so sure that sticking with you

doesn't end with me being dead, as well.

Risk versus reward.

Did you learn the art of conversation

from a fortune cookie?

Have I said anything so far

you don't understand?

No, it's just very terse.

It lacks nuance.

- It's by design. - Copy that, RoboCop.

- I'm not a police officer. - I can't do this anymore.

There are less comfortable ways of doing this, you know?

More threats.

My patience has a tendency to dissipate

and my kindness has been known to expire.

Oh. Message received, loud and clear.

My way of speaking must be contagious.

Hold on.

Okay, let's go.

One room and two beds, please.

At this time I've only got rooms with a single bed.

It's fine.

So, uh, are you two staying

for the whole night?

Yes.

It's 50.

I'll have your change in the morning.

Sure.

It's room 12, checkout's at 11:00.

Excuse me, d-do you happen to know

the thread count on the sheets here?

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

No.

So how does this work?

You take the bed, grab a few hours of sleep

I'll take watch and then we'll switch.

Is that really necessary?

Yes.

Are you watching me or out the window?

What about the time I watched you come out of a window?

Gas station, there were two closed-circuit cameras

five witnesses at the diner.

Less of an issue when we are on the move

but now that we are staying put

it would allow for the people who are following us

to gain back some of the distance.

In case they do, I would like to know that

so when it's your turn to take watch

I expect you to take it seriously.

Great talk.

Sure enough, that won't give me nightmares.

I can't sleep.

I'm serious. What do you recommend?

Sheep, white fence.

How many of them jump over in identical succession?

It's classic for a reason.

You had to fuckin' drive?

I don't care if you could water ski.

No one's talkin' about driving.

- I was talking about... - Yeah.

I'll tell you what, it seems like there is somebody

fuckin' talkin' about drivin'

and that's this guy.

You just, I want you to listen.

You are mine, alright?

All of it, even those fucked-up ears of yours.

The shit don't even dangle properly.

- Oh, fuck you! - Fuck me? No.

- Fuck you! - Listen, listen to me.

- Oh. - You're gonna respect me.

Will you listen to me?

So many fucking rules. Yeah!

Some bling for your pimp hand, huh?

- I'm pimp? - Yeah.

You want, you want me to show you pimp?

- Huh? Oh, oh? - Don't, don't.

- Don't! I'm serious. - Loosen up. Come on!

Huh, you're serious about, what are you serious about?

- That's fucking gross. - Oh.

I don't wanna fucking do that right now.

- Let go of me! - You don't want it?

- Do you not fucking want it? - Get the fuck away from me.

Don't... Oh, God! Ow.

- Ow! - Natalie?

Holy shit!

What is it, huh? Do you see something?

Guy's beating on this girl.

You woke me up because you're people-watching?

- She's in trouble. - Not our problem.

- Well, I'm going out there. - No, you're not.

You're not gonna shoot me for trying

to help a stranger in need.

- You don't know me. - Use my back as a target.

Light the whole building up.

- Fuck off, Graham. Graham. - Or what?

- Alright, that's enough. - Stop. Fuck you.

- Walk away, man. - Oh, I'm serious.

Let her go. Leave her alone.

You don't speak for her or talk to me.

Now walk the fuck away.

Hey, hey, hey. Just, just cool down, okay?

- I don't want any trouble! - Cool down? Told you.

You should have walked the fucked away.

- Let him go! - Shut the fuck up!

- He doesn't wanna fight... - Shut the fuck up!

Fuck you, Graham.

Fucker's stuck his neck

where it doesn't belong.

Oh, come on, Graham, don't!

Balance is off.

Weight's not properly distributed.

It won't deliver the blow you think.

Oh, yeah, is this your little turd?

I'll tell you what, you wait, you wait here

I'll get you next.

Don't like waiting.

Builds anticipation.

I don't know about you, but it never

really lives up to my expectations.

Oh? Yes, your mouth likes to talk.

Hey, I think I prefer a move...

without words.

- Look, ma, no hands. - What the fuck?

This man is a Neanderthal.

He'll seriously end up hurting you.

- Jeez, get the fuck off. - Ooh...

Quite double standard, don't you think?

My friend here and I were here to help you

when this piece of shit did that to you.

When I strike you, it excites him more than frightens him.

Yeah, there are people in this world

who type exactly that into a search engine

five minutes before they come.

Oh, fuck you.

That office is open 24 hours.

Y-you go in and ask, you can use their phone

and press charges against this thing.

Find a new companion before your life gets any worse.

- Ah... - Fuck off. Shit!

Come on, Graham. Come on.

Thanks for your help.

You did the exact opposite of everything I've asked you to do.

- Well, she was in trouble. - Our trouble trumps hers.

If you really don't want to live, that's your problem

but the second you jeopardize my life, it becomes mine

and I have enough fucking problems. Do you understand?

- Uh. - Good.

You have a big heart.

Thank you.

Yeah. You'll only break into more pieces.

Wake me in three hours.

Keep watching, do not leave the room.

Then what?

Phoenix. Plan hasn't changed.

- Good. You're ready to go? - No, I need more.

- What, like, breakfast? - Like, answers.

I need to know more if I'm gonna get back in that car with you

otherwise, I dead bolt that door

take my chances and wait this out.

The less you know, the better.

That was yesterday.

Today's a different tune.

And before you tell me that I don't have the clearance

or some shit like that, save it...

'cause I don't think you do anymore.

Alright, a division of the British Intelligence I was in

wasn't exactly known for their retirement plans.

So when they were replacing the need for what I do best

I decided to make a move on my own

before the inevitable push. They didn't like this.

The Queen? Her Majesty's men are chasing us?

No. Angry, well-armed Colombians.

Why?

When I was stationed in Arizona

one of my assignments was to broker a deal

between a major British bank and the Mexican Sinaloa Cartel

give them a place to stash their laundered money.

It's common practice and it was a success.

I managed on the account for years

and when it was clear my time was up with the agency

I commenced work on my exit strategy.

Well, you don't just shake hands with anyone.

- What does that mean? - You're a greedy opportunist.

I've heard about these good Samaritans of Sinaloa.

- It was my job. - It was? How about now?

But what's this got to do with the Colombians?

Their money dried up, not their product or work ethic.

So on leaving the biz

you thought you'd foster some competition

ignite old feuds.

And it was brilliant in its simplicity.

Siphoned off close to a 100 million of Sinaloa's funds

and bankrolled the Colombians.

In return for?

An annual stipend that gives me liquid for the rest of my life.

But why are they after you?

I came to Los Angeles to complete the deal in person

with the cartel. Neutral ground.

En route to the meet

the Sinaloa cartel shut down

or moved all the money out of their bank.

I don't know if it was my former boss that tipped them off or...

I don't know, the worst kind of luck...

And I had no angle to play.

I tried to explain to them what happened

but they didn't take it well.

I barely escaped with my life.

I claimed three of theirs and I was in the middle

of disappearing when you captured me.

Oh.

On film.

They think I betrayed them and it doesn't matter that I didn't.

I took out their lieutenant and now they want me dead.

Sorry.

Yeah.

So if it's okay with you, can we move on now?

Pretty please?

With fucking cherries.

Don't they have a signature thing that they do?

You know, it's, uh, it's-it's like a bow tie.

Necktie. Colombian necktie.

And that's when you put the what inside the what again?

Just don't think about it, okay?

Nothing's changed.

But then how can I not think about it?

Dying is inevitable, one way or the other.

So there's absolutely no point giving it any thought.

Focus should be on staying alive.

It takes training, but I can help you.

Focus on something else, something positive.

In your apartment there was a framed photograph

of you and a woman. Girlfriend?

Well, you said something positive.

Ex-girlfriend then.

You can still work with that.

I'm not gonna talk to you about my relationship.

Why? I'm a good listener.

Something funny?

Oh, not at all.

What's her name?

Abigail.

So she's your ex-girlfriend, but you still have

a framed photograph of the two of you.

It's a good photo.

If you insist.

You know, it doesn't matter.

None of it matters anymore, does it?

She's seeing someone else, anyway.

I saw them together before you turned up on my doorstep.

And you regret breaking it up with her.

- How'd you know? - What happened?

I... I was an asshole.

Got to this place where I hated the comfort of it.

Felt like I was settling.

We were together for five years and...

I thought that maybe I could do better.

I don't know, it turned me into an awful person.

I was drinking a lot and, uh...

finally she had enough of this, you know?

Walked out.

You know, just because you haven't found a better companion

this, this break up doesn't mean you made a mistake.

No.

No, but I still made a mistake.

I really loved her.

I still do.

And I traded the yes for a maybe and I can't even tell you why.

You know, I-I really had a chance with her

and I fucked it up and now I may never get another.

Hollis...

when we get to Phoenix you'll be safe.

You'll get your chance.

So where's his house?

Around the corner, then down half a block.

What, you don't wanna be closer?

No.

Uh, but the street's empty.

Deliberate choice.

Uh, uh, just so we're clear

you don't trust the guy at the alleged safe haven?

You're thinking about this wrong.

I wasn't thinking about it at all

but now I'm more worried than before.

- Good. Use that fear. - What?

Be cautious. That will get you far.

Oh, um, I can't believe I'm asking this again

but do you know what you're doing here?

This is the right choice. This man can help.

But your parking would suggest otherwise.

In our profession, shared-by or host

to trust is a luxury we can't afford.

Is he gonna be happy to see you?

When I left my post in Arizona, I also left behind Rodney.

- You guys were a thing? - Our marriage was...

He's your husband?

- No. - Ex-husband?

A marriage arranged by the agency.

- For real? - To solidify our cover.

- And to spy on America? - Among other things.

Aren't we allies?

What happened between you two?

Even though we weren't working side by side

Rodney would have preferred if I had remained by his...

continued to be his wife.

Oh, this is just great.

C-can't you just do your thing?

You know, your, uh, your-your thing.

I don't think Rodney would appreciate that.

Come on. I know a place we can go in the meantime.

I like it here. It's humbling.

Where are you from?

Just outside London.

I was instructed for the longest time to stay right here...

but whenever I didn't feel like it

I would come out here and take a break from it all.

From British espionage?

No, from pretending.

I've spent so much time in America trying to fit in.

Away from everyone, surrounded by strangers.

Well, that can happen

even if you're from here.

It's isolating.

- Well, it was your job. - Yeah.

- A unique line of work. - Considered it more of a duty.

Yes, but at some points, the payment didn't match up

with the price.

Emotional toll?

I used to believe in what I do.

I just don't know when it stopped.

"Vitameatavegamin."

Excuse me?

That wasn't a part of your upbringing?

It's considered the most famous episode of "I Love Lucy."

Can't believe you haven't seen it.

Yeah, I think I may have missed that class.

Huh. I used to get a few laughs from that one at dinner parties.

What about your job?

Taking pictures?

You know, Arizona is the home

to the largest Native-American reservation

the Navajo Nation.

I didn't know that.

In their culture, they consider

taking a photograph of someone

is like stealing their soul.

No, I've never subscribed to that.

Thought you were gonna say

"It doesn't matter 'cause I don't have one."

Well, you're helping me. It can't be all that bad.

I really wish you'd let me bring my camera.

No?

Okay.

Tricky.

There you go.

All good.

- Adios. - Gracias.

- No. - No?

Okay?

Chewing, you don't practice that anymore?

It's been a while.

I figured, which is why

at the last minute I decided to procure

the necessary ingredients.

Oh, apologies again for not being here when you arrived.

- Mm. - No, not at all. Thank you.

Hm.

Hollis, are you familiar with spreadable marshmallow paste?

- Uh, yeah. - Guess it's a sweet confection.

- Isn't it? - Uh, my mother bought Fluff.

- We were brand-name snobs. - Oh.

Well, by itself, its chemical makeup

is unapologetically simple.

Corn syrup, sugar syrup

vanilla extracts and egg white

but it's when you add the peanut butter...

That magical Fluff and Nutella.

Oh, it made Natalie weak in the knees.

I mean, she'd put down at least three a day

when we shared a life.

Oh, I never would have guessed.

Oh, it's the absolute truth.

I was, uh, partial to Nutella and my Fluff.

Hm. You were chasing the taste of the smalls.

- Yeah, I guess I was. - Yeah.

Well, I never particularly approved neither combination.

Rodney was always against my fascination, you see?

Hm, I thought it lacked sophistication.

It was a child's dish.

Didn't stop me from catching you making

peanut-butter banana sandwiches.

Hm, hm. Touche.

I believe you Yanks call it the, the Elvis Presley.

All hail the King.

Nevertheless, uh

it's when I started studying marshmallow cream

that I decided to support Natalie

in her effort to anchor her entire diet around it.

Are you familiar with its beginnings?

- Uh-uh, no, not at all. - Oh, it's fascinating.

You see, it started with this confectioner

called Archibald Query.

He was a resident of Somerville, Massachusetts

at 106 Bromfield Lane, to be exact.

And he was credited with inventing it in 1917.

And he was making it in his kitchen.

- And selling it door-to-door... - But then?

But then, World War I caused a shortage of sugar

his key ingredient, so he had little but no choice

than to sell his recipe to these two candy makers

from Lynn, Massachusetts, Alfred Durkee and Fred Mower.

This was the first incarnation

to hit the store shelves.

- It's fascinating. - Mm-hmm.

And yet we haven't quite arrived at the point.

- Have we? - Yes.

As you're well aware

Massachusetts is one of six states

that makes up the questionable expression New England.

Uh, yes, of course.

See, that's how

I rationalized it.

If it could become the brainchild of a region

that was colonized by a mother country

then, I suppose, it could very well become the staple...

of the New England we were creating right here in Arizona.

Rodney, you talk as if I needed your permission.

- Well, I was higher in rank. - Ah, here we go.

Anyhow...

when I saw that you were heading up here

I thought it only right to prepare a proper greeting.

It was delicious. Thank you.

- Well, just as you remember? - Of course.

Everything pretty much is.

Well, not everything.

Of course. Where's Hadley?

Well, he's no longer with us, I'm afraid.

- Oh, that's so sad. - Hm.

Hadley was this Maltese poodle mix I got Rodney.

- Oh, he was so cute. - He was a stunning dog.

Never shed.

He was eaten by a coyote.

Huh.

Do you have a picture?

Oh, get that one, when he's on the couch in your office.

Ah, yes. Yeah, I think I can get my hands on that, yeah.

Agent Fluffernutter.

That's what I'm calling you the rest of the night.

That will be a good way to get your windpipe compromised again.

- There you go. - Oh.

Hey, look at that. Handsome fellow.

- Here. - I know, he's so cute.

Well, I hope you're both sufficiently replenished.

Uh, yes. Thank you.

So what's next?

I mean, there's a bounty of clean towels

down the hallway if you want to clean up.

Oh, that would be great. Um, I'll shower first.

I'm gonna let you two continue to catch up.

Mm-hmm.

Down the hallway. This way, yeah.

- Did you click this? - Of course.

Alright, how much trouble are you in?

I'm here, aren't I?

Oh, be honest with me, Nat.

Well, you always talk with such context.

Yeah. And?

It was never my thing.

Look...

uh, I can't help you if you don't confide in me.

Just let me...

warm up a bit.

Huh. In the Arizona sun?

No, to you...

and your embrace.

Hm, I'll take that.

So what kind of sport you're up?

- Oh, just give me a minute. - Oh, come on, darling.

None.

And the agency doesn't know your location?

No, I was running this asset completely off-book.

What kind of information does Hollis possess?

Nothing. He was more of an eyewitness.

- Same danger as me. - Hm.

You know, I don't have the clearance

to coordinate your extraction.

I understand.

How long do we have?

We weren't followed, but we should probably leave...

in the morning, just to be safe.

Such a brief reunion?

- I'm sorry for the intrusion. - Oh, don't be dumb.

Don't.

- Clothes okay? - Uh, yeah. Thank you. Yeah.

They look good on you.

Hm. Alright.

I'm such a cliche, I know.

Oh, no, I-I wasn't thinking that.

The Englishman and his cup of tea.

Mm. Mm. You sure you don't want a cupper?

Oh, no, thanks. Uh, warm liquids play havoc with my bowels.

It's something to do with my colon or something.

Mm. I see. Yeah.

Mm.

It has been close to 20 years

since I've been a resident of the UK

and it's customs like these

that keep me close in spirit.

Well, I think that's great

as long as it tastes good

and doesn't cause extra bathroom time.

Mm.

Right.

See, with me, my photography

is both my passion and my profession.

Hm. Well, you're fortunate. They don't always intersect.

Well, how about you?

Well, from the little I know, did you always wanna do

what you and Natalie do?

Oh, yeah...

but not as young as you did...

but once I found it...

I attacked it with the same hunger.

Hollis?

Would you come here for a sec?

Really? You're better than that.

Shit.

Just don't hurt him. Let me explain.

We tried that. It's too late.

It's not what you think.

Your EOS, the order went out.

You almost got away with it.

You were so close to being able to pass through harm-free.

You're offline. You wouldn't have seen the notice.

Well, that's correct, yeah, but what are the odds of me

knowing about your status, huh?

I mean, once you're out, you're all the way out.

Yet, I possess the bit of info that you don't want me to have.

He's got nothing to do with this. Could you let him go?

Oh, such altruism.

Why don't you worry about yourself, darling?

You're allowed.

Now, how do I know

about the execute-on-sight order?

- Does it matter? - Oh, come on.

You might find it amusing, that one tiny

trivial, fucking phone call would claim your life.

You think this is gonna get you back in?

I really don't like the way she drops me all the time.

I don't wanna go back.

It's just an outstanding credit

in my favor bank.

We can work something else out.

Oh, don't negotiate. It's terribly unattractive.

Anyhow, uh, do you remember Crawford?

He called me two days ago

and his daughter, uh, not Madeleine, but the ugly one

uh, his daughter's applying to Arizona State for Art History.

And since my cover is so good at the museum

he actually called on her behalf

to ask me for a letter of recommendation.

I agreed out of history and courtesy.

And just as we were about to hang up...

he goes, "How are you holding up?"

I didn't know what he was referring to.

So I asked him to elaborate.

He says your name, which prompted me to inquire further

and that's when he breaks protocol

and tells me about the EOS order.

Roughly ten hours after that

you call me and tell me you're heading this way.

Imagine my surprise.

Nat... isn't that funny?

Nat?

I mean, come on, tell me that you're least entertained

by this bit of news.

Hide and seek, huh? In this house? Really?

It's not a big house.

It's not gonna be much of a game.

Nat?

Where are you, Nat?

Please don't. It really brings out the stupid.

Maybe it's just...

'cause of your Swedish heritage.

Alright.

It's just human that you made it your weapon.

Allow me to save you the mystery of its current weight.

When you were rinsing off, I removed all the bullets

and re-inserted an empty clip.

So what's the next move, darling, huh?

How does it go down?

I hope you didn't shag Hollis.

I mean, he looks so fragile.

It's not out of jealousy, but you know

can't imagine he'd be any good.

You know, I mean, I know that's not what you like

but maybe what you like has changed.

What do you think, huh?

Come on, Natalie. I know you're in here.

It'll be quick, I promise.

Let me grant you that dignity.

My final gift to you.

Nat?

- Oh, God! - Ugh!

Come on.

Hollis?

- Hollis. - No, no, no.

Don't say anything. Don't talk to me.

- What are you doing? - Please stop talking.

- Where are you going? - I don't know.

Can you please just talk to me?

That's the one thing I just asked!

Okay, fine. Now just-just... You talk to me. Say something.

No, I need to leave. I need to leave right now.

I am sorry you saw that.

Sorry I saw, not sorry you did it?

He would've killed me. I had no choice.

It scares me that you think

that-that-that you're wired that way.

Oh, you know what I'm capable of doing.

It's an entirely different thing

to... see it.

Yes.

You loved that man...

at one point. I assume as much.

And now, right then, in there

you, you-you end his life, just like that.

I didn't see I had any other choice at that moment.

The moment right before when he was still alive?

The alternative would have been me

lying there in the garage, not moving.

- Would you have preferred that? - That's a stupid question.

You came in there with a knife. What were you gonna do?

To help you.

- Well, I helped myself first. - I saw.

I see that now, you're good at surviving

lookin' out for yourself.

And you.

- We're gonna make it. - No.

I'm done.

I'm gonna take my chances out there on my own.

Don't.

You're just as dangerous

as what's out there.

There's no difference.

You forced me to trust you.

Made me feel safe.

No wonder it's for you.

Fine.

Go ahead.

I'm really sorry I walked into that park.

Not as sorry as I am for taking that picture.

Wait, I'll clean up and I'll get you some money.

Yeah.

Fuck! Company!

- I think they're here. - How many?

- I saw at least two. - That sounds right.

Okay, uh, w-what can I do to help?

Oh, so now you're with me?

Well, what do you think?

Not knowing their strategy, I can't counter.

Best thing to do would be to stick with defense.

Well, me?

Run or lure them into

an on-the-fly kill zone.

Finger off the trigger until you're ready to shoot.

Use both hands, aim and then pull the trigger.

- You got it? - Yeah.

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

So, so what do we do now?

We'll have to get out of here.

Puts everyone at risk.

Okay, so what's the plan?

I've got an idea.

You've got another light on you?

- Yeah. - Okay.

That should keep them moving in this direction.

What, they... And we want that?

- Yeah. - Won't they follow?

Got no choice, if they go back to Colombia empty-handed...

it'll get much worse for them.

It's to our advantage to control their approach.

We're gonna have to split up.

- What? Oh, no. - You have your gun.

Just head up to those rocks over there.

- I-I can't. I... - Hollis.

This is the only way.

Okay?

Huh?

Oh.

Hollis?

Are you okay?

- Yeah. - Are you hurt?

- Are you bleeding? - I'm fine.

The other one, is she, uh...

Well, I was the one...

Hey, it's okay.

It's fine.

You're alive.

It's gonna be fine, okay?

Come on, let's go.

Car's all yours.

- Is it safe now? - Yeah.

Well, you're welcome to stay in the house

for a few hours if you wanna head out later.

No. I'll go now.

Just obey the speed limit.

I'd hate for the registration to come out.

Okay.

Stop the car in a crowded lot, wipe it clean.

What about you?

I'll dispose of Rodney, I'll... clean the house.

I'll borrow his car.

No, I meant after.

I don't know, I will disappear, I suppose.

They won't send more?

New country, new ID, new everything.

Doesn't matter. No one will find me.

I don't doubt it.

Look...

you, uh, saved my life back there...

in the desert, I...

Thank you.

Well, I guess that makes us even then.

I'm sorry for dragging you into this.

Well, you've told me I'd get through it.

I wasn't sure when I said it.

Listen, well...

well, what I said before about you being dangerous, I didn't...

No, it's fine. You were right.

You were right.

I'll examine that.

Drive safe and if, if you feel yourself getting tired, just...

Yeah.

Don't let this stop you from taking pictures.

The thought hadn't even crossed my mind.

Okay.

And whatever's next...

good luck.

Thank you.

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