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Meet me at the Zygmunt Tillar.

Better be worth it.

-Too cold for false alarms. -It's too cold for ice cubes.

Apparently, we've intercepted a conduit.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Now....

-Don't! -Where is the package?

-I don't know. -Dunois, does he have it?

No.

Where's the package?

I promise you, whoever you're protecting is sitting in a warm room somewhere...

... without the slightest concern for your well-being.

You are too late, Mr. Olyphant.

It's already...

... been delivered.

I can't tell you how disappointed I am to hear that.

I'll give you 10 seconds to tell me who to.

-Ten, nine, eight, seven... -Please, no! You are too late.

... six, five, four...

-... three, two.... -It's dangerous.

-What? -The truth.

He knew you, Jared. I thought you were anonymous.

-I am now. -The rules are changing.

Our client has an aversion to rising death tolls.

His reputation is already called into question, which means...

... close associates could be next.

The only aversion our client has is to failure.

As for reputations are concerned, you two were hired to intercept that package...

... not some monkey with a death wish.

My assignment was to eliminate any source of knowledge.

-I guess I just did your job for you. -Really?

-We'll get the package. -I hope so.

I'm beginning to think you're getting out of your depth here.

I want the package delivered by Friday.

I suggest you hire a professional.

-Jonathan, are you okay? -Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll be fine.

-Who was it? -Warsaw.

Do I know her?

Listen, if I'm not jealous, you don't need to be jealous.

If you really love me, you'd be jealous.

It was a nice try anyway.

Nice try.

-Yeah. -Hey, Jon. Coming for the service?

Hey, Sean. Yeah. Soon as I can get a flight.

-What time do you think you'll be here ? -Well, what time's the memorial?

3:00 p.m. Dad would've wanted you to come.

I'll be there, Sean. I said I'd be there.

Fine.

Hello. Please, take a seat.

-You sure you won't eat? -No, I'm in a hurry. Gotta go.

I've often wondered over the last six months if you've enjoyed Paris at all.

-What shall I do without you? -I think you'll probably manage just fine.

Manage? To find another friend? And one who comes through each time?

-They don't fall from the sky. -Well, you have Dunois.

Oh yes, Dunois. Quite useful when the most resolute measures are required.

What is this?

-Persuasion. -For what?

-One final favor. -I told you I gotta go.

It's a small favor. I want you to pick up a package and deliver it to Germany.

Following your personal affairs, of course.

The patron's address is on the back.

-Convenient for you? -I raelly don't want to get involved.

The package is at Versailles. Dunois will accompany you.

Two Russians have brought it in from Athens. Neither speak French.

They're holding it at a farm. You need only collect it from them. Simple.

If it's so simple, why don't we all just meet in Paris?

Apparently, they're afraid to.

-How long to Versailles? -Sit tight. We'll be in Versailles when the car stops.

-Well, I wasn't asking you. -An hour, maybe less.

Marquet tells me you're leaving. I'm sorry to hear that.

What you two had in common remains a mystery.

I'd say we had ethics in common.

Relax. It's one of Marquet's safe houses. His aunt's farm.

You can always wait here.

When we're inside, move the car up to the house.

Now listen to me. I know Alex sent you...

... but we're gonna do this my way.

Get your gun out and hide it. Take the left side. Don't say a word.

Okay.

Alex sent me.

Gentlemen. You know why I'm here?

I understand you have something for me?

What is it?

Their tongues are cut out.

Is that the package?

I think this may be it, Dunois.

It's clear! Let's go!

Okay. Go over to this farmhouse with the lights right here.

Who were they?

-I don't know, but they were speaking Danish. -Sons of bitches.

-Let's see what they were willing to die over. -You don't wanna do that.

I said you don't wanna do that. If you touch it again, I will blow your 2-inch dick off.

You wanna open the package, we'll do with Marquet's permission after we go back.

-We're gonna go back to Marquet? -Yeah.

-What if he's involved? -What if you're involved?

-What's all this? -A silly precaution, I assure you.

-Perhaps you could wait. -No, I'm gonna catch a plane.

-Then I think you forgot something? -You're not thinking of trying to stop me, are you?

-Be reasonable Jonathan. We had an arrangement. -Hell, you know I don't risk my life for deliveries...

... particularly when others don't share the risk.

The job isn't finished.

-Find yourself a new delivery boy. -Think about it for a moment.

-Nobody wants you to miss your flight. -Are you threatening me?

No, of course not. I just want a conversation. Little drink.

-Talk through what transpired. -Please.

Conversation. Remember...

... that's what we pay you for. To talk to people.

Do me a favor. Talk to my friend.

Fucking ambush. Three, four of them. Came in like the mist.

-We never heard them. -Who were they?

Danish.

-Yeah, they were Danes. -Identification?

I didn't stick around to check.

Suddenly the whole place is on fire.

-There was a fire? -Yeah. Your aunt's safe.

-I saw to that myself. -Did you open the package?

No.

Then we're all agreed that this was unexpected.

I think the only thing that's unexpected is that I'm still alive.

-You were hired to deliver the package. -Which was already there, by the way.

You're suggesting someone's working the periphery. Are you implying it's me?

No, not really. I just think maybe you're being played as a scapegoat.

Suggestions?

I wouldn't trust anything but the zeros on the bills.

Let me take care of this, Alex.

I'll deal with them personally.

Give me a moment. Please.

Please, sit.

I need a favor from someone I trust.

Will you deliver the package to the agreed address?

The patron's waiting.

Okay.

Thank you. When you arrive in Warsaw...

... take my condolences to you and your family.

Surprised you're here. Thought you'd at least be incognito.

I got nothing to hide.

Here to take me to the services with your escort?

Just want to talk.

Took some time finding you. Thought you were still in South America.

I wouldn't think Paris suits you. The city of refined decadence? Or maybe that's the point.

The last place on earth you'd find Jonathan Cold.

Congratulations.

Your father died of natural causes, in case you wonder.

Taking this ambassadorship was not easy for him, but he's always admired the Polish people.

I know he wanted you on the team.

Let me ask you something. Do you think training terrorists in Pakistan was a team effort?

I suppose you think there's more honor in hiring out what we train you to do...

... to some foreign operative with a checkbook.

Somehow I fail to see the difference.

In most countries, you'd be killed for it.

-You're an asshole. -Watch your mouth.

You're good at what you do. Your father made the mold.

A lot's changed out there. You've seen it first hand. Help tip the balance. Keep us informed.

-Ally and adversary. -Call it what you will.

-You're an asshole. -I beg your pardon?

Let him go.

Left, right, left.

Detail, halt.

About face.

Forward march. Left, right, left. Left, right, left.

Detail, halt.

Jackson Cold will have a monument on the lawns of Arlington Cemetery.

We're giving him a memorial here in Poland...

... on the soil of the country he defended so resolutely during his lifetime...

... before we return him to his native soil, to the country he loved so dearly.

Jackson was a citizen, colleague, father, friend...

... but only wanted to be remembered for what he considered...

... his life's achievement: his family.

His devoted sons, Jonathan and Sean.

And so as we prepare to send him home...

... let us pause to honor the legacy of a soldier who will never be forgotten.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Beautiful place, man. I love this. -Thanks.

-You're all right? -Yeah.

-Drink? -Yes, sir. Love one.

-Missed your flight? -You know standby. You're at everybody's mercy.

How long you been in Poland for?

-Six months. -Yeah?

Dad asked me to come work for him.

So I'm hoping you'll get a little bit better theater than Warsaw...

... because you know me, man. I've been there.

I have to ready Dad's office for transition.

-Dad had a lot of friends, people he-- -Made promises to that you gotta keep.

Not everything's a fucking conspiracy, Jon.

I mean, there are people in the world who actually do things for the right reasons.

That's true, just not very often in our business.

It's funny, how we all ended up in Europe.

-This funeral's as close as we're ever gonna come to a family reunion. -Yeah.

-You staying? -No, I gotta go to Germany.

-Then what? -Back to France, I guess.

Do you have a cell phone number? Tracking you in Paris became a matter of national security.

I'll tell you what. I'll shoot you a number immediately as soon as I touch ground.

-Great to see you, little brother. -It's good to see you too.

You've reached the Van Akens residence. Sorry we're not able to take your call.

If you leave your number, we'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Schoolgirls.

Marquet wants to see you right now.

Can't you see I'm having an espresso?

-You're welcome to join me. -The man said, "Now."

Nice toys.

You heard us.

All right. lf you insist. Can I just pay my bill? I see.

Hold it.

I'm glad you came.

-You can leave us. -We'll be right outside.

Ever since our incident...

... I've insisted on expanded security.

You can never be too careful.

-Wine? -Love some. Merci.

I've been meaning to talk with you.

Is that so?

My manners. Please, sit.

It concerns your interlude with Mr. Cold.

Were you aware he recognized the assailant?

-I wasn't. -Coincidence, or something else?

Neither, in my view.

Do you recall his assessment before leaving here?

Inciting conspiracy is a very dangerous business.

Mr. Cold has a thing for conspiracies.

But I doubt he'd set us up.

-It's not his style. -No. Of course, you're right.

I'm always right. Is this why you called to see me?

It's a troubling thought, don't you agree? Someone so close...

... taking advantage, exposing you to a point of weakness.

Check with me tomorrow. I have an errand in Majorca and need someone I can trust.

Shall I send you?

Yeah.

Dunois, one more thing. How did you know I wanted to see you?

-Hello? -Yeah, is your daddy in?

Mommy?

-Hello, can I help you? -Is Mr. Van Aken in?

No. Can I take a message?

-Do you know when you expect him? -I'm not sure. May I ask who's calling?

No, thanks. I'll call back later.

-May I help you? -Yeah, can I get a room here?

-Sure. 40 euros, please. -You heard of a local called Jerome Van Aken?

-Of course. Who hasn't? -Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just not from around here.

You don't have to be.

-Hello? -Yeah listen, I need to ask you a question.

-Sure. What is it? -You ever heard of a guy named Jerome Van Aken?

Yeah. Wealthy Euro-industrialist. Old-money rich.

What else?

Jerome Van Aken. Well, he's about as high-profile as they come.

He buys little contracts, builds them up and then sells them for the kind of money that you read about...

... to avoid the headache of running them. They call him "the Viking with the Midas touch."

Says here he's married nine years to a Meredith Casey?

-I have no idea. -All right, thanks.

You've reached the Van Akens residence. Sorry we not able to take your call--

Hey! What you think you're doing? That's my car.

Hey! Hey!

Bon voyage, mate.

-You heard of Jerome Van Aken? -Yeah.

Wealthy Euro-industrialist. Old-money rich.

-Married nine years to a Meredith Casey? -I have no idea.

All right, thanks.

-Why the hell is he asking about Meredith? -Guy does his research.

Doesn't like surprises. A stickler for detail.

At least that's what I get from his profile.

Then again, maybe he finds her attractive.

Think he knows?

Well, he's in Germany.

I let that little prick have a chance. Then I let him walk away.

So, what's the protocol here, Mr. Olyphant?

-Contact Van Aken? -Absolutely not.

I want you to eliminate Mr. Cold.

Not to get anywhere near Van Aken or his family.

You understand me, Mr. Mimms?

I want Jonathan Cold an empty folder in Langley by noon tomorrow.

-Yes? -Yeah, I'm here to see Mr. Van Aken.

I'll send someone down.

May I help you?

Yeah, I have a message for Mr. Van Aken.

-And who are you? -Oh, I'm an old friend.

-Yeah. -Hello, this is Meredith Van Aken.

-Do you know who I am? -Yes.

I'm calling on my husband's behalf. He's in London for the weekend.

-Mr...? -Webber.

Mr. Webber, he was wondering if there's any way we could send someone for the delivery.

-I was asked to deliver to your husband personally. -What if I were to come for it?

-Could you meet me? -When?

-Well, today if it's convenient. -Where?

There's a train station on Freudstrasse a few kilometers outside Terminus.

-Do you know where it is? -No, but I can find it.

-Shall we say in an hour? -Let's say in an hour.

I'll be in a white Rolls parked at the south side of the station. I'll see you then.

Thank you very much, Mr. Webber.

Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Webber. I hope it wasn't inconvenient.

Is that it?

Thank you, Mr. Webber.

This is for your trouble.

What the hell happened here?

Take deep breaths.

Try and hold one in. Let it out slowly.

Feel that sharp pain in the back of your neck?

That's centralized swelling.

Blood's unable to circulate properly to your brain because of the clog.

You'll have a headache for the next few minutes.

Within those few minutes, you are to tell me where the real package is.

Or, I assure you, that headache will be the least of your pains, Mr. Webber.

Which Van Aken do you work for? Meredith or Jerome?

Mr. Webber, you're a funny man.

More than just a simple errand boy.

You seem to have taken an active interest in my employer.

-Now, I wonder why that is. -Are you the boyfriend?

What I am or am not is inconsequential to this moment.

Right now, all that is important...

... is for you to tell me where the real package is.

-In the next four-and-a-half minutes. -Couldn't you find it yourself?

Perhaps I'm being vague. So let me clarify.

Asphyxiation is the process by which air is shut off to the lungs...

... thereby cutting off oxygen to the brain.

And when the brain dies, Mr. Webber, well, then, what's the point?

Now, before you let that happen...

... why not use what little brain matter you've apparently been given...

... to make an informed decision?

We can pawn it together. We're not the only ones who want this.

Unless you grew tits and looked like Venus de fucking Milo...

... why in bloody hell would I do that?

Deception begets deception begets deception, Mr. Webber.

Without end. Plainly, it's bad business.

-I know a lot of people-- -One fucking minute!

-It's not here, but I've got it. -45 fucking seconds, yeah?

Tell me where it is, or I put the first of three successive bullet holes in your face.

Okay. I have it in a locker...

... in an overnight train station. I'll take you there.

Lovely.

Where's the fucking key?

In my right front pocket here.

Smart move, Mr. Webber.

You better hope that package is there.

Don't fuck me about, mate.

Move your fucking ass!

Moment of truth, Mr. Webber.

Two sets of closure wait.

So open it. Slowly.

No puckering around, or I'll blow your bleeding spine in two.

Just like you say, nice and easy.

Where you going?

What do you think I'm doing?

Easy.

Easy!

-Richard? -Guess again.

You want some advice, Mrs. Van Aken? Send them in pairs.

If you want to leave an impression or a body, two are better than one.

Especially when you have no idea who you're dealing with.

Mr. Webber, whatever your estimation of me...

... the least I am is naive. Do you honestly believe I'd send--?

Naivete is not what I'd accuse you of, Mrs. Van Aken. Arrogance comes to mind.

And I only wonder what your husband thinks, sending your lover...

-... to collect what he's expecting. -Lover?

Mr. Webber, you truly are misinformed. Richard works--

-Worked. -For my husband...

... and was sent at his request when I told him about your magical package trick.

You know what I'm beginning to think? That your husband really doesn't know anything about this.

So, Mrs. Van Aken, I've called you to inform you...

... that sending someone to kill me was your last mistake.

Mr. Webber?

A samll explosion has erupted from a faulty gas line--

Come on, look, look! What's going on? Hurry! Hurry, come on!

Heinrichs, help me, help me!

The explosion happened at 1:32 a.m.

That's bullshit.

He must've lit a pipe bomb with that kind of trajectory.

Why the fuck would he wanna do that? Distress the local climate?

Not unless he had to.

Well, all right. I'm gonna have some fun.

Good morning.

-Welcome to the Hotel Terminus. -Thank you.

-You're welcome. -I'd like a room for the night.

And would you prefer two single beds or one double, Mr...?

-Cold? -One double should be plenty, dear.

Certainly.

All clear.

Hi.

-How are you? -Fine, thank you. And you, sir?

Well, I'd be much better if I could find my friend.

He forgot to leave me his room number.

-What's the gentleman's name? -Cold. Jonathan Cold.

If I don't find him soon, he'll be missing a very important conference.

Mr. Cold? I checked a Mr. Cold in this morning.

Wonderful. What is his room number?

I'm sorry, sir. I cannot tell you. Hotel policy.

No, no. Of course not.

-Perhaps you could call. -No problem.

I'm sorry. There's nothing else I can do but take a message.

Hello?

-Thank you all the same. -You're welcome.

Feeling lucky?

Do you know who I am?

I didn't think so.

Mr. Webber?

What exactly are you doing here?

Trying to show you anyone can be reached.

What do you want?

-I want to talk to your husband. -I know that Jerome will want to talk to you.

Perhaps, though, we can come to some other kind of arrangement.

I doubt it.

Now Mr. Webber, are you telling me you're a man of principle?

In light of these last few hours, I find that somewhat contradictory.

Why don't you call him for me?

Mr. Webber, please try and be reasonable.

Or you'll call the police and tell them about your boyfriend...

... who's at the bus station in a thousand pieces that you sent to kill me?

-I told you he's not my boyfriend. -I don't care.

-Call your husband, or I will. -Hand me the phone. Please.

Julian, it's Meredith.

Is Jerome there?

How long will he be?

Can you have him call me as soon as he's out?

Thank you.

Could you pass me my robe?

I don't understand.

If you're planning to hand it over, why switch packages in the first place?

Regardlees of what you think of my methodology...

... I'm a consummate professional.

So you believe I'm conspiring against my husband.

I didn't say that but I was hired to deliver the package to your husband, not you...

-... so that's the way it's gonna have to be. -Then you are a man of principle.

Listen. Everybody's got their choice as to how they stay alive.

Some of us just don't know it.

-Hello. -Mr. Mimms?

Yeah. Well, checking in under his name proved to be risky.

Mr. Cold....

Pardon me, Mr. Webber turns out as a very unpopular man these days.

What about the rental car?

Driving a four-door silver Mercedes...

-... along with a few other people in town. -Jesus Christ.

Now you listen to me very carefully, Mr. Mimms.

I want this situation resolved immediately.

How shall I proceed?

If I have to answer that question...

... I assume you are not up to the assignment.

Okay, silver Mercedes, FB5288. Shouldn't be too hard.

Damn! Payday!

Fuck!

Excuse me. Sir. Hey! Hi. Hi, excuse me.

Excuse me.

-Excuse me. -What do you want?

You're not my guy, are you?

-Take it easy. -Fuck! Where did you get the car?

It isn't mine.

This man paid me 2,000 euros to drive it to Berlin and drop it off.

-We traded cars. -Fuck!

Stupid motherfucker.

The footsteps lead off in this direction.

There is a blood trail as well. He must have sustained a serious injury.

We need to run a forensic test on all this material.

All of the evidence is here. Except no body.

Sir, a Kevlar flak jacket. Government issue.

Shit.

Sean, we need to talk. Get inside.

We'll take a drive.

How bad is it?

Could get a lot worse if we don't bring him in.

What do you expect me to do Jared? I talked to him for 20 minutes.

He told me he had to go to Germany on business, and after that, who knows where.

All I'm asking is that you wait on a call.

Help bring him in.

That's it.

-Hello. -Sean, I was about to leave a message.

-What's up? -Do you remember a friend of Dad's...

... by the name of Agatha Shearwater?

-Yeah. -Well, tell her I've got a package I gotta send to her.

Tell her it's important she gets it and tells me what's on it immediately.

-Jon-- -And one other thing.

Remember my friend Boris, works in my department? Tell him I might be calling him soon.

Listen, Jon, there's something here I need to go over with you...

... something of Dad's. Something that he left here for you.

We can't close his office down until then. Do you think that... er... you could maybe come back?

-I don't know. -Just for a day or two.

-It's important. -I'll try to make it back later.

Listen, Jon--

You did a good thing, Sean.

-Hello? -There's a fire lane north of Terminus.

-Can you find it? -Yes.

On this fire lane, there's an old building on the west side.

That's where I'll be. I'll wait 10 minutes. By quarter past, I'll be gone.

-Be on time. Be alone. -What about my daughter?

I need to take care of her, make sure she's safe.

She'll be fine. Just you be careful.

I hope so. She's all I've got. I'll see you in a little while. Goodbye.

My Fuhrer sends his apologies.

Hiring that sauerkraut to drive your rental and you drive his car was a nice touch.

I hope you didn't go far out of pocket on my account.

Ain't no thing.

You know you kind of look like Ray Charles.

Then again, Old Ray can't shoot as good as you, right?

-There you go. -What can I do for you?

We'll talk about it on the way down. Let's go.

-Jared sent you? -Something like that.

Should've stayed in France, man. Kept this business venture out of the spotlight.

Let me ask you something.

-Did Olyphant send you for the package? -And what fucking package would that be?

All right, man, let's just cut to the chase, okay?

-You like the dollar bill? -Dead presidents. Greenbacks.

You care to expound?

I'll give you 10 times more than he's giving you for this little piece of business.

I've a disk. That disk is loaded with all kinds of offshore accounts of the biggest dogs in the world.

You access that, there's hundreds of millions of dollars.

-But, of course, you don't have this with you, do you? -It's real close.

Wow. You don't miss a trick.

The ball's in your court for the next two minutes. You fuck up...

... at least I get to kill a legend.

Because I have no love lost for Jared over-the-hill Olyphant. He can kiss my black ass.

Yeah, you know...

... your man Dunois...

... when I popped a cap in his ass, he flew out the window like a bird.

-So how does it look? -So far, so good.

-How does it look inside? -Look good to me.

-All good. No surprises, right? -I got nothing for you.

You're the man. You are the man.

Yeah, I hope we're getting close to that disk.

Watch your ass, Mr. Cold.

I don't wanna shoot you in the back.

I don't suppose it would pay to ask who sent you.

-No good. -You know, I just somehow feel like...

... this might be the end of the road for me.

But you do remind me of my cousin Delbert from down around Bogalusa.

Motherfucker!

-I let you live, and you do me like this? -You let me live?

Sweet dreams, Bruce Lee.

Here's the disk.

Love a barbecue.

That was not an accident, old friend.

I promise you, I haven't had a clean shot like that in years.

Marquet send you?

Our good friend Marquet met with an untimely accident.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this. I remember how close you were.

-You know for some reason, you don't look too good. -You don't look so good yourself.

I should be on the Riviera...

... a craving I've had since my mother showed me the ocean.

Waves massaging the shore...

... whilst I watch the sunset, drinking champagne.

Now, no more bedtime stories.

-Where's the package? -What package?

You're running out of hiding places, my friend.

Do you believe I found this barn through premonition?

Do what you can to eliminate the innocent from this equation.

Well, then it looks like you've been had, Dunois.

Beacuse Meredith may have sent you to kill me, but she's already got the package.

-I thought you were a lot smarter than that. -No, no, no.

You're much smarter than that.

I know you like I know myself. Don't fuck with me.

Well, I tell you what. Why don't you go ahead and kill me then. Start your own little Easter egg hunt.

-What the fuck is that? -That sets up a honing device.

Folks will come and find you within a couple of meters.

-Lets who know where to find you? -Foreign ops.

-Well, how do you stop it? -You don't. It's too late.

Son of a bitch. They know you're here. The ClA.

And you know what that means? lf these folks are coming, there's a lot more behind them. You can bet on that.

All right. You've bought some time. We'll go to his wife...

... get the package.

-I'll deal with her. Then we walk away. -I'd love to walk away.

-What's going on? -Listen, I'll explain later. We gotta get out of here.

Let's go.

Whe we reach your estate, I'm gonna borrow a few things.

I'll leave you this. Then I'm out of here.

-Mr. Webber, I-- -Jonathan. My name is Jonathan...

... and I've opened the package.

Why are you and your husband so interested in that crash?

There's a "we" involved, but it doesn't include me.

Alright, let's move. Let's move. Jared wants a clean sweep of this place immediately.

Keep moving. Let's go! Let's go!

You said "We." Who else besides your husband was involved?

Jared Olyphant.

-Are they in here, Jared and your husband? -I'm not sure.

Prep the charges.

First charge is in place.

Come on, hurry it up. I want no traces left.

I need you to help us get away from Jerome. Far away.

I know what they did, and I know why they did it.

I've been planning this for a year. And now I'm sure with your help, we can finally get out.

I'm not going to do anything until you tell me why they blew up that plane.

Final charge prepped and ready.

Setting final charge now.

Prepare to move out.

In 1982, Jerome formed a company called Unified Growth...

In 1982, Jerome formed a company called Unified Growth...

... building fertilizer plants throughout Europe.

-The plants were a front. -Biochemical warfare.

ALL the plants came under the umbrella of the lnternational Security Services Board.

Run by Jared Olyphant.

The head engineer of Unified Growth documented everything.

He was planning on exposing the entire operation.

The developer's name was Stefan Stockwell.

He was a very good friend of mine.

Stefan kept quiet until he had every detail accounted for.

He was going to Greece. He never made it.

If my husband suspects that I have anything to do with this...

... he will kill me.

And anyone else who's associated with me.

-What do these lead to? -The truth.

Stefan had a house in Norway.

Jerome knows nothing about it. Stefan hid the documents...

... and I am the only one left who knows where they are.

And how deeply involved Jerome and Jared are.

I may be able to get you and your daughter into Paris, and then from there into Norway.

I know this isn't easy for you.

Thank you.

I suggest you don't talk on the phone to anybody about anything 'cause I think your husband's got the wire tapped.

-Tapped? -Who else could have found us at the barn had to get there somehow.

He probably heard something on the phone that led him there.

I also suggest you figure out something to tell your daughter...

... about who I am and why you're going with me here. -Okay. -Goodbye.

What do you think?

-Dad's old hangout. You hungry? -No.

Listen.

Here.

Agatha said to tell you she sent the original to your usual pickup.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, you mind if we go someplace else? Somewhere we could talk?

We lost them.

-What the hell's going on, Jon? -What are you talking about?

Jared's telling me you fucked up bigtime.

Look, he told me what you did after you got caught.

And you tried to negotiate your way out by giving up Dad's name to the fucking KGB?

-Just to save your own ass? -He's playing you to get to me.

-Then you tell me what happened. -You know l'm not a talkative man...

... but I'll say this. I was what they call a foreigner.

Deep undercover. No trace, no ties. I was arrested for espionage.

Dad and Jared probably could have gotten me out. Jared made sure that they didn't.

Suddenly, the whereabouts of Jonathan Cold are no longer recorded.

Jared left me to rot in Soviet prison.

That's where Jared is.

-His boys probably told him they lost us. -Oh yeah.

Jared, aren't you a little old for this cloak-and-dagger shit?

By now I'm sure you know it's almost behind me. Do yourself a favor Jonathan...

... walk away. Get on a plane and go. You've made your point.

I somehow think if I got up on a plane that it would suddenly blow up in the sky.

Somehow you always know, don't you?

Well, that tape's not gonna do any good for anything anymore. It's too late.

You really think after 16 years that little episode will come home to roost?

Think again.

Okay. Listen, little piece of advice. Stay away from me.

When the time is right, I'm sure Sean will be there to lend a hand.

-They are not coming, are they? -Doesn't seem like it.

Listen, I want to hand you this. You know what to do...

-... if anything happens to me. -No problem.

This side looks good.

-I've been spotting this wall all day. -How come I'm still running into you? It's very strange.

Because you didn't kill me at the old building.

Why're you here?

You didn't return for the princess?

How little you know. The little princess hired me to kill her husband.

Come on, you can do a little better tha that. Don't you think it's a coincidence that she would have found both of us?

She reached me through the Danish. How she knows them is anybody's guess.

I told Marquet you were behind this, and you killed him, didn't you?

Going to Versailles was supposed to be simple.

Take care of the Russians, collect the package.

And get rid of me?

-You weren't supposed to be there. -But I was.

That was your friend Marquet's call. Sending forth his confidant.

He was the go-between for Jerome Van Aken.

What're you gonna do?

Pull the trigger? Huh?

There's an army of them in there. It's impossible to get in alone.

And you, my friend, want in.

Together, I think we can.

Once we're in, do whatever you want, just stay away from me and stay away from the girl.

Alright, let's do this. Remember, I will be watching you. Every move you make.

Let's go.

-I count six, seven, yeah? -Seven, yeah.

-How many rounds you got? -Six.

It's a long shot. You're the expert.

-Take this. -Cheers.

Fuck it. I'll use the rifle.

Bon, fucking, soir, monsieur.

What do you think, I'm stupid?

That wasn't very nice, but then again, one good turn deserves another.

Mr. Cold, I presume.

It's a pleasure to meet you finally.

You come highly recommended to me by a friend of mine, Alexander Marquet.

-I was hoping you had something for me. -No.

-You delivered it to Meredith? -Yeah.

Allow me to enlighten you as to the condition of my wife, Mr. Cold.

She is a deeply troubled woman.

-I don't wanna hear it. -I think it's only fair.

After all, I have a feeling you've fallen victim to her illness.

It evokes a certain bird with a broken wing syndrome.

Meredith has a way with people, Mr. Cold...

... a talent for persuading them to assist her in playing out her delusions.

She took my daughter, Mr. Cold.

And diseased or not...

... that is the basest form of moral turpitude imaginable.

And what about Stefan?

-He was a very good friend of mine. -Until he had an affair with your wife, right?

I didn't find out about the affair until a year ago, Mr. Cold.

And by then, it had very little bearing on my feelings toward Stefan.

Well, listen, I'd like you to listen to this.

-There's something's moving towards us. -This can't be right.

I'm telling you, it's moving in our flight path. Check the radar.

Nothing. Wait, yes I see it. There, cruising at 28,000 feet.

It's gonna hit us, unless-- Oh, my God! Oh, my God, it--

Believe what you will, Mr. Cold.

That I have the power to motivate something as terrible as that.

I'm sure she's told you what she thinks I've done and why I did it.

The whole incident's been an ongoing obsession of Meredith for the past decade.

Stefan Stockwell was her lover, Mr. Cold.

What he wasn't was some trumped-up humanitarian with a conscience.

He was our top engineer. He knew very well what we paid him to do.

Whatever dictated his ethics later on, if indeed anything did, I can't tell you.

Unfortunately, he died in a plane crash...

... something which my wife has convinced herself I am entirely responsible for.

Wishing something to happen and planning it are two very different things, Mr. Cold.

That's true.

Despite my personal differences with Stefan...

... I would not kill dozens of innocent people to see him dead.

As I've told you before, Meredith is a very persuasive woman.

Now, where is she?

Find my wife and daughter, Mr. Cold.

Find them and bring my daughter back safely and I will pay you any price.

Including any judgments or inquiries placed upon me.

I imagine you have your own pros. Why don't you use them?

Well...

I understand one of my closest met with an unfortunate accident...

... in Warsaw last night. I'm afraid I'm running out of them.

I can make you a very rich man, Mr. Cold.

Bring my daughter back safely, at any price.

And what about your wife?

I leave that up to your best judgment.

Yes?

It must look like an accident.

Yes.

I expected more from you, Dunois.

At the very least, I thought you would have recovered that package.

But no matter.

I'm sure Mr. Cold will help finish things.

Oh, yes...

... your services are no longer required.

I'm afraid my employer feels differently.

Come on, Clarissa. Come inside, please.

-Mommy, Mommy. -I'm in here, darling.

Thanks for the lift.

I need to go to the old farmhouse. It's down the road.

Everything okay?

No!

No!

Jonathan, behind you!

Get her out the window.

Go. Now.

Come on, darling. It's okay.

Next time, wait for me, all right?

-Hope this will do. -Thank you.

And I need you to keep these closed.

-It's a beautiful view. -Well, you'll just have to enjoy it later.

Somehow, wine doesn't suit you.

-You seem more like a whiskey man. -What's that supposed to mean?

And... er... what else have you discovered while you were snooping around my home?

Only that you don't keep many personal artifacts.

Thank you.

-Do you have a family? -I have a brother.

-Older or younger? -Wiser.

Listen, I wanna concentrate on how to get you out of Paris.

Is there any place in particular that...er... you'd like to go?

America.

This is yours.

A lot of good it should do now. All the real evidence was destroyed.

Well, we can build it again.

It's hard keeping her cooped up. Can I take her for a walk?

It truly is a beautiful city.

-Oh, God. -What?

Get away from that girl, now!

It's not safe here on the streets. We've been spotted.

Gotta get you out of here.

Sit down in here. Right here. Don't move.

You hear me? Don't move.

The mother and daughter that were here, have you seen them?

Meredith?

It's from Meredith.

I had the currency exchanged. It was the least I could do...

-... after you'd killed me twice. -Sorry about that.

But, you know, they say three's a charm.

Surprise!

Come on! Come on!

Thank you for your help in securing the package.

It was the only way to force my husband to relinquish our daughter.

But now that it's over and I have her...

... your services are no longer required.

I wish you all the best.

Maybe we'll meet again somewhere down the road. Meredith.