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[footsteps approaching]

[dog barking nearby]

[metallic clattering]

[train whistle blows in distance]

[metallic clattering]

[dog barking]

[metallic banging]

Miss.

I want to go home.

Yeah, I'll be out of your hair in a minute.

I got a flight to catch.

[loud metallic bang]

That's it.

I got it.

[woman over PA] Welcome to Wichita Mid-Continent Airport.

Convenient, friendly, affordable.

Fly with us.

[♪ sultry, quirky music playing]

[woman speaking indistinctly over PA system]

[electronic blipping, whooshing]

-[man] Excuse me. -Sorry. [chuckles]

So I'm gonna make it onto the earlier flight, right?

-Are you gonna check that? -Oh. No, I'm gonna carry it on.

It's got valuables in it.

-Here you are. -Thank you.

-God, excuse me. -No, I'm sorry.

Uh...

That bag is wicked heavy anyhow.

I was looking at my phone. I hate it when people do that.

You have a little...

smudge.

What are these?

Those are two-barrel carburetors for a Pontiac Tripower.

[metallic clinking]

Uh, those are exhaust tips for a '74 Z-28.

I restore old cars, so...

Hair dryer.

[laughs]

Oh!

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

[laughs]

This is, uh, getting to be a habit.

[laughs] Yeah, it is.

Sorry about that.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

-Thank you. -Yeah. Sure.

Boston?

Yeah.

Gate 12.

Enjoy your flight, Mr. Garcia.

Hi.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're not on this flight.

Oh. Well, I just checked in for this one, like, ten minutes ago.

It must be some sort of mistake.

Sorry, the computer shows that we're booked.

Listen, Sharry, uh...

tomorrow my little sister's getting married.

I practically raised her.

[Sharry] I'm sorry, we are completely sold out.

Listen, can you help me out for a second?

She's my little sister. She's April, I'm June.

She's counting on me to march her down the aisle tomorrow,

-you know what I mean? -That's very sweet.

But the 11:50 will get you there

tomorrow morning in plenty of time.

Your boarding pass, sir?

Sometimes things happen for a reason.

Enjoy your flight, Mr. Miller.

Thank you.

[man] I should've seen it coming, boss.

He went on tilt, and he came undone.

Coming undone in our business means you need a margarita.

It doesn't mean capping a dozen people

in a government lab and blowing it up.

It doesn't mean stealing an object of critical importance.

Does he have the Zephyr or not?

We believe so.

Oh. You believe so.

Check it out.

I don't care what you believe, Fitz. I need you to...

Go back, play it again.

I want the Zephyr.

We'll have it in hand by the time he lands in Boston.

Find out who and what she is.

Should I have the field office pick her up in Wichita?

Mm-mm. I got a better idea.

Uh, Miss Havens?

We did find a seat for you.

[♪ ringtone playing]

♪ Louie, Louie... ♪

[man over PA] If I could have your attention, please.

We apologize for the delay.

We'll be departing Wichita Airport shortly.

[beeping]

Thanks for your patience.

[electronic crackling]

[June] I know it's policy or whatever and it's just your job,

but it's kind of lame.

[Sharry] And I apologize.

[quietly] Fitz, what did you do?

No wonder these airlines are going out of... business.

[man over PA] Ladies and gentlemen, we have been cleared

-onto the runway.

-There's nobody on the plane.

[rumbling]

[man over PA] The captain has turned on the "fasten seat belt" sign.

Please remain seated until the sign has been turned off

and it's safe to move about the cabin.

I'm June, by the way.

I'm Roy Miller.

-Nice to meet you. -It's very nice to meet you.

[rumbling]

[flight attendant] Tequila on the rocks?

Ah, yeah. Just in time. Thanks.

So, your sister's getting married tomorrow?

-Excuse me? -Your sister,

she's getting married tomorrow. Congratulations.

Oh. Yeah. Thanks.

You know, Roy, I, uh... I'm a bad liar.

I'm sorry, how's that?

April is getting married, but, uh, not till Saturday.

You had me fooled.

Well, I do have

a fitting tomorrow, so I do actually have to go home.

[rumbling]

[exhales] I hope this isn't gonna be a rough flight.

It might be.

Wichita is a long way to go for a carburetor.

It's not just any carburetor. It's a triple deuce.

-Oh. -I'm restoring a '66 GTO,

and Kansas has the best scrap.

Really?

My dad had a garage,

and, uh, when I was a kid, he bought this chassis.

He used to take us to yards and... search for parts, you know.

He died in '98, and now that April's getting married,

I just figured, why not finish it up?

Give it to her sort of as a wedding present.

Kind of like a present from our dad, too, you know?

That's nice.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

I used to think that...

[laughs softly] someday,

when the last part went in...

that I would just climb into that GTO and start it up,

just drive and drive and drive

and just keep driving till I got to the tip of South America.

Cape Horn.

Yeah.

There's beautiful islands down there.

-Yeah? -Pirate islands.

[both laugh]

[rumbling]

Yeah, "someday." It's a dangerous word.

Dangerous?

It's really just code for "never."

I think a lot about things I haven't done.

Dive in the Great Barrier Reef.

Ride the Orient Express.

Live on the Amalfi Coast

with nothing but a motorcycle and a backpack.

Kiss a stranger on the balcony of the Hotel du Cap.

[laughs softly]

Where's that?

South of France.

Hmm.

What about you?

What's your list?

Well...

[laughs] yours sounds pretty good.

[loud rumbling]

[exhales]

Wow.

Thanks.

It's no problem.

-I'll just put this up here, if that's all right. -[groans]

You know what, I'm, uh, I'm gonna...

go back and use the restroom.

-[rumbling] -[June gasps]

I'll help you.

Thanks.

[♪ quiet, mysterious music playing]

[rumbling]

Lots of turbulence, huh?

[rumbling continues]

-I'll be out... in a minute. -Sure.

[rumbling]

-[bones cracking] -[yelling in pain]

-[bone cracks] -[yells]

"Kiss a stranger on the balcony of the Hotel du Cap"?

I mean, what kind of line is that?

[grunting]

I mean, it's...

It's, like, a really good line.

[grunting]

[gun clicks]

-Ma'am? Ma'am? -[grunts]

Did you see his hands, by any chance?

They just, like, snatched that bag right out of the air.

Lightning-fast reflexes.

Not cool.

Okay.

[exhales, sniffs]

[grunts]

Huh?

This will help.

[exhales]

[clink]

[grunts]

Ocupado.

Enough.

It's over, Roy.

Yeah, I agree. Enough.

Where's the Zephyr?

-[rumbling] -[yells]

[grunting]

[engines whooshing]

[grunting]

[yells]

[grunting]

Why is the girl on the plane?

Tell me, why did Fitz

put her on the plane?

[silenced gunshot]

Don't move, Miller.

So, what are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do, you just gonna...

let this opportunity pass you by?

No, of course you're not.

You're gonna walk right through that door,

you're gonna get it right.

It's not your first rodeo, woman.

[ice cubes rattling]

[♪ slow, sultry, jazzy music plays]

I decided to join you.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

Oh, sorry.

No, no, don't. That's great.

It's just, like, the tequila...

No, there's just something I've got to tell you. I...

What? Oh, my God, you're in a relationship.

-I'm so sorry. -Oh, no, no, no, uh...

No, that's... That's not it.

Okay. I'm all ears. What is it?

[door creaking]

Are we landing?

No, not yet. Uh...

No?

Listen, there's... there's no need to panic.

I have...

contained the situation.

-Situation? [clears throat] -Uh...

Yeah, we've, uh... lost the pilots.

-Where did they go? -I mean, they're dead.

-The pilots are dead? -Shot. It's...

Shot.

-By who? -Uh...

[ice crunching]

[whispers] Well, uh, me.

Actually, I shot the first pilot.

He shot the second pilot accidentally. It was just...

[exhales] ...one of those things.

[laughing]

[laughing]

Seriously, this is great.

Really, I'm relieved you are taking this so well.

[continues laughing]

Where are you going?

I... I'm just gonna go check on things

and think about landing.

Would you mind putting your seat belt on for me?

That'd be great.

[continues laughing]

[stops laughing]

This is weird.

-[bell dings] -[rumbling]

[objects clattering]

[yells]

[airplane accelerating]

[screaming]

Mayday, Mayday. This is US Midland Air 77 heavy.

What's happening?

-Everybody's dead out there! -Oh.

Come on in. Sit down.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

[June] Everybody's dead in here!

Oh, my God!

-[man over radio] Say again Midland heavy. -I'm sorry?

Are we going down?

No, no, June, it's just a rapid descent. Please, sit down.

-[panting] -[indistinct radio chatter]

I'm sorry, I think I've heard enough of this guy.

Are you a pilot? Who are you?

Shoulder straps.

-[alarm beeping] -You can put those over...

It clicks in right down there.

You want to click it right there.

-That's it. -Okay, okay.

-[alarm beeping] -I got it.

Gear down, showdown.

[whirring, clicking]

Why... Why can't we just land in an airport?

No, no, that wouldn't be a good idea.

They'll be waiting for us.

What do you mean, "waiting for us"? Who?

I think the less you know, the better.

-[whooshing grows louder] -What?

[Roy] Okay, we're gonna touch down here.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[whimpering]

-That's a truck. -Yeah.

-That's a truck! That's a truck! -Yup.

[alarm beeping rapidly]

[tires screech]

-[whimpering] Oh, my God, oh, my God. -[jet engines roaring]

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ Rock you like A hurricane... ♪

[June] That's a curve! That's a curve!

-That's a curve! That's a curve! -I see it, I see it...

[gasping]

[sobbing]

[gasping]

[whimpers, pants]

[plane creaking]

-[electrical sparking] -[flames whooshing]

[Roy] This is good.

What's good?

Take a sip of that. Take the edge off.

-Are you shot? -Yeah, how about that?

It's just a scrape.

That's good news.

June, we have to...

discuss what's going to happen next.

You need to go to the hospital.

Prison, maybe?

Some people are going to come looking for you now, bad people.

You know, I feel a little weird.

Oh, yeah, that'll pass once you fall asleep,

which should be in a couple minutes.

-What? -I need you to listen, June.

Did you drug me?

Yes.

-You drugged me. -Yeah, it's for your own good.

Now, look, these bad people

who are going to come and see you,

they're going to ask you about me.

Okay? And you need to tell them you don't know me.

-June, June? -Huh? Okay.

You need to tell them you don't remember anything

and you need to avoid getting in any vehicle with them at all costs.

Wait, who are "them"?

Well, they're serious people, June.

They'll probably identify themselves as federal agents,

and they'll DIP you.

Dip me?

In what?

Dis-Information Protocol. They'll tell you a story about me,

about how I'm mentally unstable, paranoid...

[both chuckle]

...how I'm violent and dangerous,

and it'll all sound very convincing.

I'm already convinced.

There's a few common DIP keywords to listen for,

reassuring words, words like "stabilize," "secure," "safe."

If they say these words, particularly with repetition...

Okay.

...it means they're going to kill you.

-Oh, God. -Or intern you somewhere offshore for a very long time.

-Okay. -Stay with me.

If they tell you you're safe...

If they tell me I'm safe...

they're going to kill me.

Don't get in what?

Vehicles.

Any vehicles.

-Okay, any vehicles. -Just, you know, just run.

-I'll run. -Run.

-Run. -And if they ask you about me...

Uh-huh...

[panting] I don't know you.

I don't know you at all.

Who are you, Roy?

[loud explosion]

[siren wailing in distance]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[woman over TV] ...a mixing of rain and snow,

good for ski country, but probably won't reach us

-in the near future. -[man] Thanks, Andrea.

[Andrea] Yeah, you're welcome.

[man] Now, back to our top news story of the morning.

Here's Bradley Moss with an on-the-scene report.

[Moss over TV] According to FAA sources,

at approximately 7:30 last night,

all contact was lost with a Boston-bound commuter jet from Wichita.

The plane was apparently passing through an area of turbulence

and may have met up with wind shear

-or a lightning storm, causing an electrical failure. -[knocking on door]

Now, this is all conjecture at this point...

[knocking continues]

...as all that's left is a crater

-in an Indiana cornfield. -Coming.

Rodney?

Oh, thank God.

-Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were okay. -Yeah, why?

Well, you were on that flight

-from Kansas, right? -Yeah.

I saw on the news about the crash.

What news, what crash?

Anyway... you're alive.

-I'm... I'm alive, yeah. -Sure, that's cool.

Hey, but, um,

June, just, you know, I... I told myself

that, well, if I found you alive...

[June chuckles nervously]

-...that I was going to ask you to dinner. -Rodney,

people, when they break up, they're not supposed to go out on dates.

So don't call it a date.

Call it a fire inspection.

How about I call you later, okay?

Not gonna tell anybody.

What are you talking about?

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

It's just another day,

it's just a normal day, okay.

Hey, Wilmer. I got some goodies.

Jesus. You brought the deuce.

Yeah, I will. I'll grab it when I get back in.

Everything's fine. It's just another day.

Nothing happened.

[camera shutter clicking]

She's moving.

Wow!

And, uh, gotta love the boots.

Yeah, you know.

I promise I'll wear heels on the day.

-[chuckles] -Hey.

-Can I talk to you for a second? -Yeah.

[April chuckles]

So, this weekend, I was thinking about Dad's GTO.

Really?

Yeah, it's just sitting there,

and I was wondering how you would feel about maybe selling it.

You want to sell Dad's GTO?

Ben and I, we really want our own place.

Excuse me... Excuse me.

Anyone here belong to that blue truck parked outside?

-Yeah, why? -You're about to get a ticket.

Thought I put enough quarters in there.

Yeah.

I hate getting tickets.

Ooh. Excuse me.

Please step inside, miss.

Uh, let me just go grab a few things.

Miss Havens, good afternoon.

Special Agent-in-Charge Fitzgerald.

Will you join us inside the car for a moment?

We know you were on the flight with him last night,

the one that crashed.

-Who are you again? -FBI.

You do know Mr. Miller.

Uh, no, I don't.

Um, well... [chuckles]

...we chatted a little bit before security, but...

I see.

And once you were on the flight, what happened then?

More chatting?

No.

I, uh... No, not really, I...

I had a drink and... then I was out.

Who is he?

Until a week ago,

Roy Miller was the most trusted

and capable covert agent in the world.

Oh, what happened a week ago?

There's a great deal I'm not at liberty to discuss, Miss Havens,

but let's just say stress caught up with him.

It started with the mistrust of fellow agents' command and control

and it grew into a full-blown break with reality.

Well...

he was very charming.

I mean, while I was awake, anyhow.

-Charming one moment, homicidal the next. -[chuckles softly]

Is this funny to you?

-No. -He's dangerous,

Miss Havens, and out of control.

He...

He said that you'd say he was crazy.

So you did talk to him, and about me, no less.

No, no, not you specifically.

Oh, about whom, then?

Simon Feck?

I don't know who that is.

Look, this is getting really twisted around

and I... I think I should probably call a lawyer.

Hmm.

We're gonna take you to a secure location, Miss Havens, until Miller is contained,

someplace safe.

[sighs]

-With you? -Yes, ma'am.

[lock clicks, engine starts]

[June] You want to tell me where we're going?

-Fellas? -Don't worry, miss, you're safe.

Excuse me?

You're safe with us.

I want to know where we're going.

Just a shortcut till the situation is stabilized.

We'll keep you safe.

[SUV engine revs, tires screech]

You said that already.

Because I meant it.

[agent] What is Jackson doing?

-[agents shouting] -[tires screeching]

-[gunshot] -[June screams]

Shooter, shooter! Evade, evade!

Shooter on the freeway.

The dot's on your back!

-[gunshot] -[June screams]

[tires screeching]

-[June gasps] -Follow me now!

Are you insane? I'm not going out that door!

[June gasping]

[horns honking]

-[tires screeching] -[June screaming]

Oh, my God!

Get your foot off the...

[siren wailing]

[screams]

Oh, my God!

-Hey, June. -I can't see!

-You are doing great. -I can't see!

-Get out of the way! -Open the door.

-I can't get his foot off the gas. -Open the door, June.

-I can't. -Open the door, June.

-Aah, I can't see! -Beautiful dress, by the way.

-[rapid gunfire] -[June screaming]

One second.

[truck horn blaring]

[woman] I totally know what you're talking about.

It's so boring, I can't even stand it.

Thank you.

How did you do that?

[screaming]

What are you doing?

-Don't slow down. -I can't.

[screams]

[horns honking]

Who are you?

[horns honking]

-[June screams] -Hi, June.

Move out of the way, I can't see!

Please unlock the door, June.

Unlock the door. That way, I can help you.

-I can't let go. -You need to let go, June.

-[gunshots] -[June screaming]

June, door!

Got it!

[tires screeching]

[truck horn honking]

[June screams] Just pull over!

Oh, my God! [screams]

[tires screeching]

[heavy gunfire, bullets ricocheting]

Come on. Come on. Come on.

-Oh, God. -Yep. Come over here.

Right over here. Just stay down. You're doing good.

Here, hold this.

Well, well, well. Check this out.

Nice. These guys are loaded for bear.

[chuckles] You're doing well, June.

Excellent driving.

Over a dead guy, no less. You're a natural.

That's a beautiful dress.

-Is that for April's wedding? -Uh-huh.

-Saturday? -Yeah...

-Yeah, that'll be nice. -Yeah.

[screaming]

[anxious gasping]

Please, stop shooting people, okay?

-[sirens wailing in distance] -Just stop shooting people.

I understand. You're in shock.

How about you stay here

while I go have a word with the guys in the tunnel.

-Okay? -Okay.

-Okay? -Okay.

Actually, I'm just going to go shoot them, and I'll be right back.

-[whimpers] -[automatic gunfire]

By the way, your timing, when you opened that door...

-Okay. -...was sublime.

You saved us. I hope you know that.

-You saved us. -Okay.

[gunfire continues]

[gunfire continues]

[sirens wailing in distance]

Hey!

Hey, wait!

[tires screeching]

Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait!

[sirens wailing in distance]

[panting]

[thudding]

[footfalls]

[gasps]

There you are.

June?

June?

Rodney?

[man] He's in the gym. Over there.

-Hey. -[breathless] Hey. What are you doing here?

-Uh... -Whoa. That's a...

Hey, guys. Say hello to June.

That's a dress.

Thanks.

-Everything all right? -Yeah.

No. It's, uh...

It's complicated.

You know what? I've been feeling the same way.

You want to talk?

Maybe over some pie?

My point is...

My point is, that plane crash made me think about our breakup.

You know, this bulb went off like, bing!

"Rodney, why are you giving up? You're being passive.

"Getting back at her because she didn't want the ring.

"You know, so June didn't want to be engaged right now,

"and that freaks your mom out. Big deal.

"What about all the things that you and June wanted to do together?"

Huh? Our list, you know?

Like camping in Vermont with my brother and Sheila in their new Winnie.

Tickets to Blue Man Group, the-the battlegrounds tour.

I want to talk about the plane crash. Okay?

Sure. What about it?

I was on it. I mean, in it.

I was, I mean, I was in, I was in it.

-So you were in the plane crash? -I mean,

I wasn't supposed to be on that plane, but I was on it.

And there was this guy who was some sort of,

like, secret agent or something, and he...

[whispering] He killed everybody on board.

And then he landed the plane.

Next thing you know, I wake up. I'm in my room.

I have no idea how I got there.

He must have drugged me or something.

And then I go to April's fitting, 'cause I have to wear

this ridiculous dress.

These other guys, these other agents, come. They snatch me up.

Next thing you know, I'm in Grand Theft Auto on the I-93.

Why are you touching my hand?

Because I'm here for you.

-Geez, you are so stressed out. -Well, yeah.

-And I get it. -Really?

I completely understand. I mean...

-Wow, June. -I know. It's like...

Your little sister's getting married, and that is stressful.

What... What are you talking about?

Rodney, you didn't even listen

-to what I was talking about. -No... No, I did.

Look, I would probably be the same way in that situation.

-Christ. -What can I do to help? Setting up?

We can bring the guys over.

No, no, no, no. No. Okay.

Christ.

Hi, June.

-Oh, God... -Look, I...

I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but...

Hey. I'm Roy Miller.

-Rodney Burris. -Rodney, hi.

How are you?

We're running out of time, and...

maybe I didn't make it clear enough,

but we're going to have to stick together

for a little bit because of our...

you know, our situation.

In case you didn't notice, Rodney is a fireman, okay?

So he's perfectly capable

of handling any situation that comes up.

Thank you very much. You can leave us alone.

Look, I-I have no doubt.

Ever since I was a little kid, I... I have great respect for firemen.

-Appreciate it. -Yeah, fact of the matter is,

I don't think you guys get paid enough.

-Yeah, we don't. -You're in Engine 10.

-Yeah, Engine 10. -Yeah.

Have you taken your lieutenant's exam yet?

-Uh, working on it. -Yeah? How's that going?

-Oh, it's a bitch. -Is it?

You... Do you have to do a tour in that hall?

-What is it? The, uh... -Oh, Grove Hall.

That's where the action is.

-It's the fastest way up the ladder. -Rodney...

-House of Flames. -[Roy chuckling]

Yeah, I... I often thought I...

-You know, I... You know, I... -[whispering] That's the guy.

I should have been a fireman.

[June whispering] Rodney.

This is the guy.

Huh? What?

This is the guy.

What? "This is the guy"?

I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm the guy?

-I'm the guy. -This is the guy.

-This is the guy. -This is the guy.

-I'm the guy. -[Rodney] This is the guy.

-I'm the guy. -You are a guy.

-I'm a guy. I'm a guy. -[June] He's the guy!

He's... He's the guy.

Rodney, whatever happens, I...

-Please, for your own safety... -Rodney, listen.

Whatever happens, you should know...

...please stay in the booth.

-What are you talking about? -[June] Rodney,

whatever happens... [screams]

-Whoa. Whoa. -Everybody... Everybody, get down.

-[patrons screaming] -Get down, down, down, down, down!

Everybody, down.

Rodney, get down, or I will blow her head off.

I'll blow her head off.

[gun fires, patrons scream]

What did I say?

-Rodney, what did I say? Answer. -Just calm down, sir.

-Huh? What... -[glass shatters]

[dishes crashing]

It's okay. Sorry.

Thought you were making a move.

Sorry. It's all right. It's all right. I thought he was making a move.

Maybe a little pie. Pies for everybody. Everybody.

Everybody gets pies, okay?

No ice cream, a la mode.

Weakens the legs, people.

Lincoln knew it. It's why they got to him.

No one follows us, or I kill myself and then her.

[June screams]

[June gasping]

-Get in the car, please. -No.

Watch your head.

[squeals]

We're at 560 Harris. They're getting into a blue Volvo.

Rodney. Rodney!

[June] Rodney! [screams]

[screams] Oh, my God.

Rodney!

It's okay. Look at me.

-Okay? Look at me. It's okay. -Shit.

I shot you through and through.

No bone, nowhere near the femoral artery.

Okay? All right? This is going to be

better for you than Grove Hall. It's all good.

-[sirens approaching] -Okay? You good?

-Good? -Good.

-Good? -[siren wailing]

[engine revs, tires screech]

[siren continues wailing]

There were four security cameras in that, uh, restaurant, June.

Now there's proof you're my hostage.

We cleared your name, with the locals, at least.

You know, it's a... It's a start. Something to build on.

You shot Rodney!

Yeah, I did.

But I asked him to stay in the booth.

You shot Rodney!

It might be the best thing that ever happened to him.

Yeah, right, because we all should get shot every now and then!

Rodney... Rodney's a good guy, June,

but... not really right for you.

I mean, you know, in my opinion. But a good guy.

Took a bullet. He's going to be a hero.

Probably get a promotion.

Stop the car. Stop the car.

-What? -Stop the car. Stop the car. Stop the car.

-Just stop the car. Just stop the car! -Okay. June.

I understand you want off the carousel.

I do! I want to get off the carousel.

Please, Roy, I just...

Can you stop the car, please? Right now!

I'm not one of those "I told you so" kind of guys,

but I did warn you to stay off the plane last night.

When?

Well, when I said, "Sometimes things happen for a reason."

That's not a warning.

That's not a warning, Roy!

That's, like, a needlepoint expression or a bumper sticker.

Look, next time, try,

"June, if you get on this plane, you will fucking die."

Huh?

You know, Roy, maybe they meant it

when they said that I would be safe.

-You really mean that, June? -Yeah.

Did you feel safe with them?

Safer than I do now!

Okay. Okay. All right.

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

-[tires squealing] -[June screaming]

[door alarm chiming]

Just so you understand,

right now, out there, on your own,

your life expectancy is, like, here.

With me, it's here, without me, here.

With me, without me. With me, without me.

So... I wouldn't, uh, advise going home,

but, you know, it's up to you.

So, right now, I need another car, keep moving.

Someone else is depending on me.

Someone whose life is in danger.

Someone who trusts me.

-[siren wailing] -Every second I waste chasing you,

I'm letting him down.

-[siren wailing in distance] -[car alarm chirping]

[exhales]

[sirens approaching]

[sighs]

[sirens blaring]

♪ Louie, Louie ♪

♪ Oh, no... ♪

[beeping]

[TV newswoman] Rodney, why did you make

this brave call to leap into action?

[Rodney] Well, I didn't think.

I just did what any man would do in that situation, you know?

-Leapt into action. -Thanks.

Kind of like you said, it's, really, it's the job.

-Well, you should be so proud. -Thanks.

-Good job. -It really didn't even hurt.

It was kind of like a bee sting!

What a brave firefighter.

Doctors tell me Rodney is going to be okay.

Just a flesh wound.

A true-blue Boston hero.

Back to you, Don.

This is what it's all about.

That right there is what everybody wants.

A Burger King toy?

Open it up.

It's warm. What is it?

-A battery. -A battery?

It's code-named Zephyr. Not your average Duracell.

It's high-output.

Never runs out.

What do you mean, never?

That little thing there

is the first perpetual energy source since the sun.

So what, your flashlight never runs out of juice?

[laughs]

It can power a lot more than a flashlight, June.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

How much more?

A small city.

Large submarine.

It's big.

Guy who invented it is barely out of high school.

Simon Feck.

I was assigned with another agent to watch him at a facility,

a lab in Wichita.

And the other guy, the agent,

he's the guy who picked you up this morning...

Fitzgerald.

Couple weeks ago, I found out, uh,

he was gonna sell the battery and kill Simon.

So I got Simon out of there, put him... someplace safe.

Went back for the battery, and Fitz... set me up.

Made it look like I went rogue.

That's when I met you.

[♪ gentle, quiet music playing]

So, um...

So what's next? I mean, what's the plan?

I think we get some rest,

pick up Simon, and get you back for your sister's wedding.

I'm pretty good at what I do, June.

Tonight, we're safe.

Scout's honor.

Safe and secure?

Good night, Roy.

Were you really a Boy Scout?

Eagle Scout.

I was a Brownie.

-That's cool. -Mm.

[whispers] Good night, Roy.

[siren wailing in distance]

[Roy] Pies for everybody. Everybody. Everybody gets pies.

No ice cream.

So, what do you think, we looking at another player?

We're looking at a pawn.

I talked to her, so did he.

She owns a garage, no passport,

gone nowhere, been nowhere.

She's a nobody.

You've been two steps behind since this began, Fitz.

You sure someone's not taking you to school?

Clean this shit up.

-[♪ pop music playing in distance] -[birds cooing]

[wings flapping]

This is a safe house?

Simon!

[♪ upbeat pop music playing in distance, Hall & Oates "Private Eyes"]

Simon?

♪ When you're making a scene ♪

♪ Oh, girl, You've got to know ♪

Stay close.

Simon. It's no time to play.

♪ You can't escape my ♪

♪ Private eyes They're watching you ♪

♪ They see your every move ♪

♪ Private eyes... ♪

What is all this?

Simon. It's what he does.

I'm late, and he's gone.

♪ You play with words You play with love ♪

♪ You can twist it around Baby, that ain't enough ♪

♪ 'Cause, girl I'm gonna know ♪

♪ If you're letting me in or letting me go ♪

♪ Don't lie ♪

♪ When you're hurting inside ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't escape my ♪

♪ Private eyes ♪

[imitates gunfire]

♪ They see your every move, baby ♪

♪ Private eyes... ♪

[imitates gunfire]

Mm-hmm.

[grunts]

Mm...

Simon.

♪ Why you try to put up A front for me? ♪

[♪ upbeat pop music continues faintly in distance]

Hmm. "Made in Austria."

[gasps]

Who are these people? Are they Fitzgerald's guys?

No, it's, uh, other guys.

Other bad guys? [screams]

Worse guys. Hold my mags.

Worse guys?

[guns click]

Now, I need you to listen carefully.

Do exactly as I say.

On three, I'm gonna lay down cover,

-then we're gonna run to those shelves over there. -Okay.

-Okay? -Yeah.

-You ready? -Yeah.

One...

[rapid gunfire]

[screaming]

Oh, my God!

Sorry. I panicked.

What number would you like?

Yeah, let's just stick with three, it's good.

Okay.

One, two, three.

These guys are fancy.

Mags.

Could be Antonio Quintana's men.

He's a Spanish arms dealer.

He also wants the battery.

-Ready? -Uh-huh.

-Let's move. -Okay.

June. June!

[gunfire continues]

What the-- How the hell are we gonna get out of here?

And where the hell is Simon?

I don't know yet, but he left a message.

-A message? -Wait.

[men talking indistinctly]

[quietly] What I need you to do right now is wait here.

-What? -Yeah, I'm gonna go find us a way out.

Wait, wait, I can't wait here.

-I'll be right back. -Wait! Roy!

Just take this.

[panting]

-[distant gunfire] -[June gasps]

[gunfire continues, June gasping]

[whispers] Roy?

[whimpering softly]

June...

-[June screaming] -June! June!

June, June, June, June, June, June!

-[June screaming] -June!

[Roy] June, June! June!

-[June screaming] -June!

June! June!

Please stop saying my name.

You keep saying my name and it's freaking me out.

-Okay. I understand. -Okay.

[men shouting indistinctly]

Drink this.

-What is it? -It's brotine-zero.

They're gonna smoke us with D-5.

Oh, yeah.

[panting] Where's yours?

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

-Oh, no. -They're coming.

[moans softly]

[chains clinking]

[Roy whispers] June.

I know this looks bad...

but we'll be out of here...

in a couple of minutes.

I got this.

[ping, thud]

We gotta go, June.

Here, I'll help you.

-[air whooshing] -[alarm beeping]

We've been hit!

It's okay!

We get through this, we're home free!

Ready, set, go!

[engine buzzing]

We're almost there.

[moans softly]

[waves sloshing gently]

[moans softly]

[birds chirping]

[rustling in wind]

[gasps softly]

Hey there, sleepyhead.

-How long have I been out? -Eighteen hours.

Where am I?

My place.

We're off-grid.

No one's ever found me here.

Shame we can't stay longer.

We gotta rendezvous with Simon. He's fine.

I figured out his code. [chuckles]

He's crazy about trains.

He used the passport I gave him and went to Austria.

You drugged me again, Roy.

Yeah.

You can't do that.

You weren't coping well.

I'm not sure, if you were awake,

if they would've even let you live.

What am I wearing?

Huh?

Bikini. We're in the tropics.

How did I get in the bikini?

June, I... I've been trained to dismantle a bomb in the pitch black,

with nothing but a safety pin and a Junior Mint.

I think I can get you in and out of some clothes without... looking.

I'm not saying that's what I did, but...

Okay.

Sorry. Reflex.

I... I deserved that.

Hit me again. I won't stop you.

June.

June.

June!

Paper clips and Junior Mints.

"Not that I'm saying that's what I did."

Shit.

[♪ ringtone playing]

♪ Louie, Louie, oh, no... ♪

Is this his phone?

[beeping]

"Movement alert."

"5826... Amapola."

That's a '67 Grand Prix.

[cell phone ringing]

I thought we were supposed to be off the grid.

[panting] April.

April? April!

I know, no! I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay!

Listen... April, April, April.

April, can you hear me?

April! April, can you...

[cell phone beeps]

[whispers] Oh, no.

[June over recorder] I know, no! I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay!

Listen... April, April, April.

April, can you hear me? April!

We don't know, Antonio.

We traced her phone to the Azores.

We're in range now.

Get to them before the agency.

Perfect timing.

Lunch is ready.

You must be thirsty.

It's coconut. It's loaded with electrolytes.

Oh.

Just, whoa. Okay?

[grunts]

Okay. Just, whoa.

-[grunts] -Yeah?

Yeah.

Hey. You got skills.

[grunts]

-My dad wanted boys. -Yeah?

Let me go.

You can get out any time you want.

I'll show you.

Hands like Houdini.

Turn your palms down,

and all at once,

throw your hands to the ground and your hips back.

[grunts]

Nice.

That was good.

[grunting]

[both laughing]

Who are you?

Really.

[jet approaching]

I don't understand.

Follow me.

[screaming]

[screams]

I don't understand. I came in clean.

My phone is secure.

It's secure.

Unless you made a call, and you didn't make a call.

No, I didn't make a call.

I... I took a call.

You took a call?

It was a quick one.

You...

[June] I thought we were off the grid,

-and then the phone rang. -It's okay.

And it was my sister, and it was just...

-I had to take the call. -Watch your step.

You know? I didn't want her to worry.

No, no, no. I...

I can't get into that. Just can't get into that thing.

I can't get into that. [shudders]

-June. -Roy.

Just-just, please, knock me out. Use broton-seven or whatever.

It's okay.

You're grabbing my neck.

You asked me not to drug you.

Okay, good.

[explosion]

Hands like Houdini.

Hands...

[sighs]

[♪ quiet, mysterious music playing]

Roy?

[loud whooping]

Aah! I can't feel my face!

[Roy] Okay. Time.

Okay, Simon.

[whistle blows]

-Roy, the pull on this thing... -Hey, we said ten minutes.

The traction on this thing... The engine can pull

-up to 50,000 metric tons! -I get it.

[speaking German]

[in English] This is diesel hydraulic.

It's a diesel hydraulic.

Don't you want to see your Zephyr?

Yes.

-Excuse me. -Guten Morgen, miss.

Yeah, can you tell me where we are?

Right now, miss? We are in Austria.

Austria, huh?

Would you like some breakfast, miss?

Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.

Okay, I'm going to have some pancakes,

-scrambled eggs and, uh... -Scrambled eggs.

...with a glass of milk.

-And a glass of milk. -[cell phone ringing]

-Can I get a Harvey Wallbanger, please? -Certainly, sir.

You know, statistically,

you're a lot more likely to die riding on a train

than any other form of transportation.

10.3 times more likely than dying on a plane.

[chuckles]

Simon?

Simon Feck?

Yes.

My name is June. I'm a friend of Roy Miller's.

-Oh. -[cell phone resumes ringing]

Have you found him yet? Have you seen him?

No. Not yet.

-Don't you want to answer that? -Yeah.

But I can't. Um, I'm not supposed to. I...

Might be Roy.

Yeah, but he told me not to answer the phone,

'cause the signal can be tracked.

Oh, that's right. Of course.

[sighs]

Did Roy happen to tell you about the plan here?

I mean, are we supposed to meet him here, or...

Um, what did you say that drink was?

-A Harvey... -It's a Harvey Wallbanger.

Do you mind just ordering me one of those?

'Cause, uh, looks great.

And I'll just be right back. You just stay here for a second.

I'll be right back.

[Simon] Something's wrong.

It's getting hotter, Roy.

[Roy] She didn't answer her phone.

-I told her not to. -We just got here.

That's... That's good news.

Yeah, I'm sure she'll turn up. Roy, uh...

I left a note posted right there.

We may have an issue here. Uh, temperature...

-She's hungry. -The catalyst...

-She's hungry. -Getting too hot.

We need to cool it down.

Yeah, she went to get something to eat.

Good. Come on, Simon.

[train whistle blowing]

May I help you?

Yeah. I'm feeling a little bit train-sick.

Is it okay if I hang out here for a while?

Of course. I will get you some water.

Here you go.

[gasping]

-[glass shatters] -[body thuds]

[speaks German]

[in English] You killed him.

No, you did.

[June gasping]

[June cries out]

Have you ever watched the nature channel?

-Hmm? -[whimpers]

See, there's this moment when the cougar catches the fawn

and the fawn that has been running for so long,

it just stops and lies down.

[whimpers]

That's a very honest moment, don't you think?

[metallic clang]

Where is the battery?

[grunting]

Uh... I'm sorry.

I'm looking for ice.

-Roy? -Bernhard. Miller.

-Wrong room. -It's okay.

-What? -It's okay. [June] You know him?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, he's...

He's an assassin, platinum grade. He's come to collect Simon.

Oh, my God.

And to kill you.

-That's Simon? -Yeah. June, Simon.

-[June] Hi. -Simon, June.

[grunting]

Geez. I'm okay. I got this.

[grunting]

[grunting]

Simon, please move.

[groans]

[chuckles]

[grunting]

You have quite some balls, Fraulein.

Hands like Houdini. [grunts]

[shrieks]

I'm so sorry.

But you were trying to kill me.

[groans]

That's disgusting.

[gasps, screams]

[grunting]

Oh, my God. Just die!

Oh!

Oh, shit.

I got to get you guys someplace safe.

[horn honking]

-They're not on the train. -Oh, really?

Cameras at the last station show nothing.

They must have gotten off between stops.

Locals haven't found anything.

[indistinct announcement over PA on platform]

[exhales]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

Always the classics, Roy.

Stay here. I'll be back in five.

[indistinct announcement over PA on platform]

Hey, Fitz.

Hey, Roy.

Thanks for meeting me.

Thanks for the white flag.

You know, when I saw you through that little circle,

I saw a man looking for a way out.

Now, not that the last few days

haven't been absolutely spectacular,

but I think you know it's all coming to an end.

I think you know

you're going to get your little lady friend killed.

[water splashes gently]

[June humming]

[Fitzgerald] The way I see it, you have some options.

You could sell Simon.

You could sell the battery.

Shit, you could sell both of them, really set yourself up.

Or you could turn yourself in.

I could.

That's the safest option for the people you seem to care so much about.

Boy genius would be fine, no one wants to see him hurt.

And the girl?

She goes home, having lived through an adventure

that no one in her little world will ever believe.

[elevator bell dings]

[door closes in other room]

[Roy] Yes. Uh-huh.

No, we, uh, just got in.

Well, we're talking now.

No, I understand.

Well, it's good to hear your voice, too, Naomi.

I'll meet you at the Caprice. As soon as you can be there.

It's a beautiful city, huh?

Yeah.

Never seen anything quite like it.

[sighs]

Neither have I.

I gotta go out for a bit.

Okay.

I, uh... you know, I... I was thinking about ordering some room service.

And I thought maybe we could have dinner... something.

That sounds great.

9:00?

9:00 sounds great.

June?

-Oh. Yeah? -Uh...

Could you do me a favor and just stick around here?

It's better.

Oh, yeah, of course.

Where else am I going to go?

See you in a bit.

[Roy] They're not gonna hurt you.

You're too valuable to them.

Now, just breathe. Listen to your music.

Here, as a matter of fact, I got that for you.

I know you like them.

Cool. Thanks.

Hey, listen. Order as much room service as you like,

but don't leave the room.

Okay. All right.

Hey, I really need to talk to you

-about the Zephyr later. -[Roy] And we will.

[♪ slow, jazzy, espionage music playing]

[man speaks German]

[speaking German]

I wasn't sure whether you'd come,

considering what's happened.

Life can be funny, isn't it?

The paths we take.

Lovers in France.

Lost and found.

-You seem different. -Do I?

So, who's your companion?

She's beautiful. The blonde.

She seems capable.

I just met her.

She's a nobody.

Just someone I picked up along the way.

That's a shame.

This is getting boring.

Are we going to do a deal or not?

[chuckling]

Don't speak to me like that.

I will speak to you any way I please, Tony.

We both know you're lucky I'm here.

I have the battery.

I'm on a schedule.

The world is full of bad guys, and people are calling.

[speaking Spanish]

[in English] I understand.

What's your price?

I have a figure in mind.

What's it worth to you?

Are you angry about your island, Roy?

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, Tony.

[car engine starting]

I'm Isabel George, Director of Counterespionage at the CIA.

I'm sure you are.

Forgive me. I just, uh...

just don't know exactly what to believe.

Well, that's understandable, considering that the last five days,

you've been fed a steady diet of misinformation and fantasy

by an agent of ours who's recently gone rogue.

Well, he said that Fitzgerald was the one

who wanted to steal the battery.

Well, let's examine the facts.

Miller told you that he was protecting the Zephyr

from people wanting to misuse it.

But now he's trying to sell it to an international arms dealer.

Antonio Quintana.

One of Europe's leading weapons manufacturers.

[George] Ask yourself, Miss Havens...

Has Roy Miller said anything to you that's proven to be true?

[June over monitor] Oh!

-Oh, excuse me. -[Roy] No, I'm sorry.

[Roy] I'm sorry.

I was looking at my phone. I hate it when people do that.

[June] Oh! Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

[Roy] This is, uh, getting to be a habit.

[June] Yeah, it is.

[George] He used you as a mule

to carry the battery through security, Miss Havens.

He's been playing you.

He's a spy. That's what he does. He lies for a living.

Any love, empathy, we train that right out of them.

What did you imagine?

The two of you would move into a condo together, get a dog?

You can't have a life with him. That's fantasy.

But you can have yours back.

She's been gone eight minutes.

We need you to get back to the hotel before Miller.

What am I supposed to do?

[Fitzgerald] All right, then. [sighs]

This pen is a transmitter.

Once you have confirmation that Miller has not hidden the Zephyr,

that it's somewhere nearby or on his person,

you can confirm this by simply clicking the top button.

[door opens]

I'm sorry I'm late.

Everything go okay?

Well enough.

It's getting hotter.

[ice clattering]

[sizzling]

So, did you get your price?

I followed you tonight.

You have nothing to say?

Here's to Wichita.

Where, uh...

-where we first... -Bumped into each other.

You think that was fate, Roy?

I don't believe in fate.

But I believe in luck.

I don't know what to believe.

That hurt more than I thought it would.

I'm going home.

They promised that if you turned yourself in,

they'd protect you.

I love your optimism.

Never lose it.

-[gas hissing] -[man shouting]

[Fitzgerald] Get her out of here.

[man talking indistinctly]

[helicopter hovering]

He's not here, sir.

They tell you you're going home?

You've seen the inside of the honeycomb, June!

You can't go home!

[man over radio] The suspect's on the roof.

[whistle blowing]

[Fitzgerald] Oh, shit.

[man shouts]

Hey!

[tires screech]

[helicopter hovering]

[man talking indistinctly over speakers]

Director George!

Get her in the car.

[sirens approaching]

[tires screeching, sirens wailing]

[men shouting]

[grunts]

[sirens wailing]

[sirens wailing]

He's heading toward the river.

[man talking indistinctly over speakers]

Stand down! He has the battery!

Hey! Hey! Hold it! Hold your fire!

Stand down! He has the battery!

[gasps softly]

[men shouting in distance]

[helicopter flies over]

Did you secure the kid?

Yeah.

Did they find Roy?

We'll find the body. We have to.

He went down with the Zephyr.

[jet engines whooshing]

[rumbling]

[glasses clinking]

-[clinking continues] -[light applause]

[indistinct conversations, laughter]

[April] Um...

Ben and I would like to thank all of you for coming.

And I'd like to say a special thanks to my sister,

June, who many of you will recognize from America's Most Wanted.

[laughter]

Thank you.

Not just for helping me with tonight,

but for helping me every night.

[laughs softly] And... I know that it wasn't always the...

the life that you probably envisioned.

You gave up so much so that I could lead the life that I wanted.

A toast.

Here's to a year...

when June comes before April.

[applause]

[excited chattering]

[tires screech]

[♪ rock music playing faintly over headphones]

Uh, Fitz?

Fitz, I think we just made a wrong turn.

Ramstein is that way, west.

I think we're going south.

You know what? You're right.

Tell him we're back on track.

I don't have the battery, but no one's gonna get it now.

Yeah, I got the next best thing.

I'll see you in Spain in two days.

[inhaler hisses]

-[metal clanks] -[♪ rock music plays faintly]

Hey, Wilmer.

-How was the party? -It was nice.

I see the goat's still out there.

-Yeah. -I thought it was a wedding present.

It was, but, uh...

I think I wanted her to want it more than she wanted it.

Okay.

I think I'm going to give her the house.

Wow.

I mean... she and Ben need a place of their own.

That's nice.

[man over radio] Boston's classic rock station.

-[♪ "Louie, Louie" playing] -Here's The Kingsmen.

This just come in?

G-body Grand Prix.

Longest hood in history. Gonna be a real beaut.

♪ Louie, Louie, oh, no ♪

♪ Me gotta go ♪

♪ Ay-yi-yi-yi, I said... ♪

Ru-pa...?

Fee-pa...? No, it's...

[typing]

5826 Amapola.

That's, like, an hour from here.

Maybe it's a safe house.

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[tires screech]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[engine revving]

Here we go.

[tires screech, horns blare]

[crashing]

[horns honking]

[turns off engine]

[crickets chirping]

[dog barking in distance]

[gasps]

[whispers] Shit!

[gun cocks]

Who's out there? I'm not afraid to use this.

[Molly] Oh, Frank, look at her!

I want to know what she's doing on my lawn in the middle of the night.

I, uh, I have the pistons you ordered.

Pistons?

For the, uh, '67 Grand Prix.

Molly, I didn't...

You are all wet. Ple-- Come inside.

[sports broadcast plays indistinctly]

That Pontiac you have out there, Frank, is a real classic.

Mm-hmm.

I really love pre-'70s, uh, Grand Prixs.

-Mm-hmm. -So, uh, you two lived here long?

This old place? It's been our home for 40 years.

Sit down, honey.

Have a cookie.

Frank thinks we should move,

but, you know what, I am comfortable.

And we can afford to stay,

thanks to Publishers Clearinghouse.

-You won Publishers Clearinghouse? -Twice.

Plus, we won two Lotto Quick Picks

Frank doesn't even remember buying.

-'Cause I didn't buy them. -Oh, yeah, like...

you didn't order pistons off the Internet.

You don't know what you're typing into that computer, Frank.

[dryer timer buzzes]

Another couple of minutes on your clothes, honey.

So...

Roy Miller.

This was one of his safe houses, wasn't it?

[turns off TV]

What in the hell are you talking about?

Honey, what's this all about?

Uh, I, uh, I'm sorry.

I just, I thought, maybe... must've had this all wrong.

I was just looking for some information about my friend Roy.

Um, if you'd like to change,

there's a powder room right there.

That's our son Matthew.

We lost him in Kuwait. There was a chopper crash.

He saved the lives of two of his crewmen.

Um... just always took care of everyone.

He was an Eagle Scout.

This was taken the day he got that swimming badge.

He could swim clear across Lake Sunapee

with practically one breath.

I just, um...

I've been terribly rude.

I'm June Havens.

Molly Knight.

[June] This is June Havens,

and I'm leaving a message on my own machine

for whoever's listening to this phone call.

I have the Zephyr.

I have the Zephyr, and I'm ready to make a deal.

I'm sitting on Route 28, right outside New Hampshire.

And if you want the Zephyr,

you better come and get it.

[tires screeching in distance]

[engine starts]

[men shouting in Spanish]

Hey, fellas.

[men talking quietly in Spanish]

So... you want the Zephyr?

I got the Zephyr. It's right here.

Come and get it.

Oh!

[church bell tolling]

[tires screeching]

[♪ band playing lively march, crowd clapping along]

[car horn honking]

Come on. Let's go!

-Ouch. -[Antonio] Welcome to Espana.

[♪ band playing lively march in distance]

[speaking Spanish]

[in English] Today is the festival of San Fermin.

Have you ever seen a bullfight, Miss Havens?

My name is Antonio Quintana.

I know who you are. [chuckles]

What did he give me?

It's something we're developing

at my company, a new kind of truth serum.

Really?

Well... [chuckles]

I have a few questions for you about the battery,

since we both know what you gave to my men was a joke.

[laughing] Wow.

[laughs]

[laughing] I don't like you very much!

[laughs]

The truth.

[both laugh]

Good.

-[speaks Spanish] -[June in English] Wow.

You know, I really like Miller, though.

You know, I was totally wrong about him in Salzburg.

He wanted me to hear that phone call,

so that I would follow him,

I'd turn him in, and then he could get me home safely.

-He was trying to protect me. -Shut up.

It's crazy that I could feel

so powerful and capable around him and...

Shut up.

...yet he just... he takes care of me.

Shut up.

Where is the battery? Where is it?

I bet you've never made a girl an omelet, have you, Antonio?

[laughs]

Don't test me, June.

Or got her to her sister's wedding on time.

It's really the little things, honestly.

But they count so much.

-Enough! -Okay!

Miller is dead! Roy Miller is dead, he's out!

-[speaks Spanish] -[in English] No.

No, he's not.

He can hold his breath for a really long time.

[shouts in Spanish]

[in English] He is dead!

[♪ jazzy espionage music playing]

[Antonio] I'm not gonna ask you again.

But if you don't tell me what I need to know... you're gonna die.

I don't know where the battery is.

Then why did you tell everyone you had it? Why?

Because I was trying to find Roy.

[speaks Spanish]

[in English] Well, Antonio, whenever there's bad guys like you around,

Roy's not too far away.

[speaks Spanish]

[in English] You're gonna die.

Finally!

-Nice to meet you, John. -Antonio.

Too bad you couldn't get the battery.

Where is the boy?

You didn't think I'd just bring the package, did you?

[chuckles]

Why don't you follow me down to the river and bring the money.

Okay.

[car engines starting]

[beeping]

[gasps]

[June in distance] Is this, like, thatching in here?

Because I've never seen anything like that before.

We have really old architecture in Boston, but nothing like this.

You're really lucky, because this place is... [chuckles]

Let me tell you.

You're really lucky, it's beautiful here.

-My thoughts are so clear. -[speaking Spanish]

[in English] Is this all weapons money, or is this family money?

Oh! Gardens.

He likes gardens, huh?

Do you guys ever do any gardening?

It's really relaxing. It's amazing.

This really is a happy place.

Look at these trumpet flowers.

[stammering]

Okay, Eduardo, you don't have to pull me around.

You can just tell me where you want me to go, okay?

This way, Blondie.

-See? Now we're communicating. -Uh-huh.

Ooh! I bet you're taking me someplace safe and secure.

Mm. Someplace special. Antonio's special place.

Oh, Antonio has a special place?

That's so nice. Everyone should have a special place.

[speaking Spanish]

Luis?

[in English] Is there a problem, Eduardo?

Callate!

-Hi, Roy. -Hi, June.

You're supposed to be home.

-You're supposed to be dead. -I can explain.

-You don't have to. -I came here to get Simon.

I just, you know, caught up with him.

-Oh, that's cool. -Yeah.

[grunting]

[speaking Spanish]

-[June in English] His name is Eduardo. -Hmm?

Eduardo.

Eduardo, habla ingles?

-Si. -Okay.

I need you to listen, because when you wake up,

you're going to call your boss, and you're going to tell him

that Roy Miller, that's me,

has the battery and escaped with the girl.

Oh, you have the battery?

-Yeah. -Oh.

You tell him I'm coming for him.

Comprende?

-Yes. -Okay. Let's go.

I'm worried about Simon.

I haven't seen him. My tracker has been spotty.

Life with you is so exciting.

You excite me, Miller.

-I took too long to get here. -7:00. 7:00.

-[gun firing] -[men yells]

[man shouting in Spanish]

I think I feel like having sex.

I think we'd have really great sex.

-Did they give you something? -Uh-huh.

You should hydrate.

Roy?

Roy...

-Roy? -June.

[gunfire]

June?

You don't seem very happy to see me, Roy.

What?

Not really.

[gunfire]

[heavy gunfire, bullets ricocheting]

I am happy.

-[gunfire continues] -[men shouting in Spanish]

[motorcycle engine revving]

-So, the red dot is us? -No, we're yellow.

The red dot is Simon.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

[tires screeching]

-Airtime. -Airtime?

[June grunts]

[tires screeching]

-[cell phone rings] -Hola?

[Eduardo] Hola, Antonio.

Escuchame. He says his name is Roy Miller.

He says he has the battery.

[shouting in Spanish]

[shouts in Spanish]

[in English] Miller is here.

[tires screech]

There he is! There he is!

This way. Follow me.

[excited shouting]

[tires squeal]

Bulls?

[bull bellowing]

[bellows]

-Yah! -[bellowing]

[ricocheting]

-[bellowing] -[car engine revs]

-[June] There's Fitz. -I see him.

Oh, my God.

[snorts]

[gasps]

[engine revving]

-[bull snorts] -[engine revs]

[engine revs]

[tires squeal]

[bellows]

Roy! Roy! Roy! Roy!

Vamonos.

[shouting in Spanish]

Up there.

-Which way? -I don't know. We lost the signal.

[crowd cheering]

[bellowing]

[crowd cheering]

Despacio. Despacio. Despacio.

[tires squealing]

[screaming]

[grunts]

[gunfire]

-[Roy] Take the guns. -[June] Okay.

-Here. -Whoa!

What next?

Let 'em have it.

Mags.

[groans]

-[pop, clang] -[grunting]

-[tires screeching] -[screams]

June Havens, you've got skills.

Let's go!

[alarm whooping]

[horn honking]

[alarm whooping]

[tires screeching]

-See you down there. -You sure?

No.

Sorry.

-Get up. -Okay.

Freeze right there, Roy!

-Hey, Simon. -Get down on your knees now!

-Roy! -Now! Now!

Put them in the water. In the water.

I just want the kid, Fitz.

[splashing]

Okay. Well, I hope you brought what I want.

Otherwise, I'm going to have to kill him.

And I swear to you, I'll do it.

I believe you.

Just like Wichita. I understand.

Okay.

I'm just going to get the battery.

-[Simon] Don't give it to him, Roy. -It's right here.

Please don't give it to him. No, no, no.

Roy, Roy, please don't give it to him.

[Fitzgerald] Put it on the deck.

No, Roy, Roy, Roy, please don't give it to him.

-[Fitzgerald] Easy. Easy. -Simon, it's okay.

-Roy, don't give it to him! -Shut it!

-Roy! Whoa. Whoa. -Stop it! Shut it!

Okay. Okay, I'll make another one.

-You don't understand, -Simon, don't talk.

I'll... I'll just make another one.

Make another one?

-[gun fires] -[gasps]

[squawking]

[boat engine rumbling]

Am I dying?

No. You fainted.

-I'm sorry. -No, that's okay.

No. No, I've been trying to tell you...

[gasps]

Why is it hot?

Because it's filled with power.

The battery... I messed up.

-It's deteriorating. -I know. It's unstable.

Hmm.

[explosion]

[gasps]

You're a smart guy, Simon.

I know you'll figure it out.

[groans]

Oh, my glasses. Thank you.

Roy, you're shot.

Get help.

[softly] Roy...

You're beautiful, June Havens.

[quiet, steady breathing]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[June, distorted] Stay with me. Roy, look at me.

Stay with me.

We're here now, Miller. We got you. We got you.

-[man] Charge at 360. -[Roy] June.

[man] Clear!

[monitor beeping steadily]

[♪ ringtone playing]

♪ Louie, Louie ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Me gotta go ♪

♪ Ay-yi-yi-yi, I said ♪

♪ Louie, Louie ♪

-♪ Oh... ♪ -[ringtone stops]

It's been a spectacular couple of weeks, Miller.

It's good to see you, Isabel.

Hey, guys.

You cleaned house, Roy.

I have to thank you for that.

I trusted the wrong man.

It happens.

Simon's happy.

He's got a new lab.

Where's June?

I sent her home.

She gets it.

She knows you two lead different lives and she's moving on.

As should you.

You gave up those things.

You let go of who you were. Family, friends, that's the deal.

Why are we still talking about this?

Because the agency invested a lot in you,

and you're an asset only as long as you stay focused.

You look good.

Get some rest.

We gotta transfer you to a secure facility tomorrow.

For your safety.

[door closes]

[monitor beeping]

[rapid beeping]

Uh, nurse?

What... What did you give me?

Brotine-zero.

[♪ ominous music playing]

Stay under there, Roy.

You're dead.

Make way, please.

Going to the mortuary.

[muffled engine noise]

Don't worry, Roy. I got this.

It's time for a vacation.

[men shouting]

[tires squealing]

[♪ pop music playing]

♪ Like the wind ♪

[June singing along] ♪ Ride like the wind ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do, do-do ♪

♪ And I got a long way to go ♪

♪ Such a long way ♪

[fading] ♪ To make it To the border of Mexico... ♪

-[ocean waves crashing] -[seagulls calling]

[♪ gentle music playing]

[June speaks indistinctly in distance]

Hey there, sleepyhead.

What day is it?

Someday.

Someday, Roy.

What am I wearing?

A pair of shorts.

Uh, how did I get in the shorts?

Roy, I've been trained to rebuild a six-speed transmission

with nothing but a pair of pliers and a Crescent wrench.

I think I can get you into a pair of shorts without looking.

I'm not saying that's what I did.

You're both the navigator and the deejay.

And we have a long way to go to Cape Horn.

With me. Without me.

With me.

Without me.

With you.

Put some tunes on the radio, Mr. Deejay.

-[♪ lively intro playing] -Yes, ma'am.

♪ I don't want it someday ♪

♪ I don't want it one day ♪

♪ Gotta have it somehow ♪

♪ I want it right now ♪

♪ I want to live my life... ♪

[Molly] Oh, my God, Frank.

What's this envelope with tickets to Cape Horn?

[Frank] What are you talking about?

Well, did you order tickets to South America?

[Frank] Molly, I didn't order tickets to anywhere.

[Molly] You don't know what you're typing on that computer, Frank.

-[Frank] Molly... -Well, then we must've won them!

-[Frank] Molly... -Well, we're going, aren't we?

♪ It's gonna be so awesome blossom ♪

♪ And beautiful ♪

♪ And I'm gonna be with you, baby ♪

♪ And you're gonna be with me ♪

♪ I'd rather have it sooner than later ♪

♪ But right now, baby I'm just gonna Wait impatiently ♪

♪ For that someday ♪

♪ Waiting for the one day ♪

♪ Hoping for the somehow ♪

♪ To have it right now ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't want it someday ♪

♪ I don't want it one day ♪

♪ Gotta have it somehow ♪

♪ I want it right now ♪

♪ The past is history, girl ♪

♪ Future's a mystery, girl ♪

♪ Today's a precious gift ♪

♪ That's why it's called the present ♪

♪ I want you night and day, girl ♪

♪ Come on Let's fly away, girl ♪

♪ Let's not be scared to have a little taste of Heaven ♪

♪ 'Cause I want to live my life, no regrets at all ♪

♪ I'm stumbling onto love and loving the fall ♪

♪ I want to be with you, baby And you want to be with me ♪

♪ I'd rather have it Sooner than later ♪

♪ But right now, baby I'm just gonna Wait impatiently ♪

♪ For that someday ♪

♪ Waiting for the one day ♪

♪ Gotta have it somehow ♪

♪ I want it right now ♪

♪ I don't want it someday ♪

♪ I don't want it one day ♪

♪ Gotta have it somehow ♪

♪ I want it right now ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

♪ Night and day ♪

[♪ jazzy espionage music playing]