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MAN: (OVER RADIO) Visibility, one.

Ceiling 4,000 overcast.
Temperature...

PILOT: (OVER RADIO) Salah
1-1-4 clear to land, runway 1-1.

AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL OFFICER: Clear
to land Salah 1-1-4.

JOVANNA: These streets,
they're different.

They're old.

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA)

JOVANNA: The ties
are deep and hidden.

It's where the East claws
at the West.

Where the South seeks the North.

There's honor here
that must be respected.

Rules that cannot be broken.

And if a mistake is made...

...there's nowhere to hide.

WOMAN: Room service.

(DOOR BEEPS, OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR BEEPS, OPENS)

(RADIO STATIC)

Ronin 1, Cleopatra here.

Ronin 1, copy.

Cleopatra, go.

JOVANNA: I'm on overwatch.

PILOT: (ON SPEAKER)
Shutting down engines.

Ronin 1, taxi has arrived.
Stand by.

Ronin 1, standing by.

JOVANNA: Ronin 1, doors! Doors!

DONNIE: Ronin 1, copy.
Chauffeur doors.

Chauffeur on doors!

(ENGINE STARTS)

Ronin Five ready to go.

Copy that Ronin Five,
stand by.

Ronin One, go karat!
Go karat!

Ronin One copy, go go.

CREWMAN: Hey! What's the problem?

Apologies! Someone called in
a bomb threat.

CREWMAN: This is a restricted area!

(CREWMEN CLAMORING)

CONNOR: Get on your knees!
Get on your knees!

On your knees!
Show me your hands!

- On your knees!
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Get on your fucking knees,
right now!

DONNIE: Lay down! Lay down!
Lay fucking down!

CONNOR: Lay down! Lay down
right now. Don't move!

Don't move! On me!

DONNIE: Hands, hands!
Show me your hands!

You, come out! Come out!
You, come out. On the ground!

CONNOR: Get down!

DONNIE: It's clear!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Delta 2, Delta 2,
please check hangar 4.

My screen is empty.

I don't know what's
going on there. Over.

Copy, on my way.

(SIREN WAILING)

Unit en route to hangar 4.

JOVANNA: Dogs on the scent.

(SECURITY YELLS)

Ronin One, clock! Time to go!

DONNIE: Package in hand.
Package in hand. Exiting.

CONNOR: Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!

Not bad!

(DONNIE) Moving.

MAN: Cleopatra, Ronin One.
Tires rolling. Tires rolling.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

If he catches us...
faster, faster!

(POLICEMAN) Two units leaving Cargo 4.

Identify both units.

Chauffeur, this is Ronin One.

Doors! Doors!

We good?

We clean. We clean.
Still good.

(SOKOL OVER RADIO)
Cleopatra, we are clear and on the move.

(SIGHS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(URINATING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(THUDS)

(SIGHS)

(RING CLATTERING)

(SCOFFS)

(GRUNTS)

NEWSCASTER: In Belgium last night,

Salah Airline flight 1-1-4,

that was the Africa flight,
with the diamond industry

became the epicenter of
a meticulously executed heist

at the Antwerp International
Airport cargo terminal.

The incident unfolded as the flight
arrived from Johannesburg,

and suspects in police tactical gear

raced across the tarmac

to stage an assault
on the cargo hangar.

Preliminary reports suggest
that the thieves made away

with millions of dollars'
worth of diamonds.

Indications point
to the Panther mafia

as potential orchestrators

behind this meticulously
planned robbery.

(TRAIN HORN HONKS)

(WOMAN SPEAKS FRENCH OVER PA)

Keep on walking,
you're in the right place.

Backseat.

(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)

(WOMAN SPEAKS FRENCH OVER RADIO)

I trust you know how to use it.

DONNIE: Glock.

No safety.

No safety.

(CHUCKLES)

So, what's my cover?

You're French
of Cote d'Ivoire descent.

You're a diamond dealer
working out of London,

and we're EDM club promoters
here to promote the festival

for the next two weeks.
So, that's our clock.

Hope you got me a good view.

We'll meet the fence this afternoon.

She's a sightholder and she
arranged office space for you.

And we've sanitized the whole flat.

So, you're good to go.
Welcome to Nice, Jean-Jacques.

Here we go.

(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Jean-Jacques Dyallo.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

(CAR CHIRPS)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

- HOLLY: What the fuck are you doing?
- Follow him.

Follow that fucking car.

HOLLY: What are we doing?

Just relax.
You're gonna be fine.

Get out.

A stripper that doesn't smoke.

That's a first.

Go fuck yourself.

Still dealing bad food
at the club?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Okay. Your dude
told you everything.

Always do.

You knew about the Fed.

You always fuck your suspects?

Is that police procedure?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You know, I could close
these container doors,

and then it'll be shipped
to China.

And when it gets there,

they'll open the doors
and there you'll be.

Dead.

A dead stripper in China.

Sounds kinky.

No, it doesn't.

We'll make this simple.

Since Merrimen's dead,

you're gonna tell me two things.

Where were he and Donnie going
that they didn't get to?

And what did they do
with the money?

(CELL PHONE UNLOCKS)

Who's the lucky guy?

He was all prison weird.

He didn't fuck me.

You did.

And I can post this...

anytime.

God. I look so much younger there.

I know where Donnie went.

I know where he put the money.
But I want my man's cut.

Seven million.

Or the LASD and your daughters

will be super proud
of your amateur porn career.

You understand, motherfucker?

Where is the money?

The Nice Diamant Bank.

JOVANNA: Hey.

Jean-Jacques, this is
my lovely friend Chava.

So, I understand you are French?

May we speak in French?

I have a French passport...

I am a bit...

rusty.

(LAUGHS)

Well, you have to speak English
in this business anyway, so...

You grow up in Abidjan or...

- Tengrela.
- CHAVA: Oh!

So, you're Baoule, ethnically.

Ethnically? Sinfra.

I'm impressed.

You know a lot
about the country.

I mean, I have a lot of friends

in this business
from West Africa.

Tough negotiators.

Who isn't?

So, Jean-Jacques,

you have something
you want me to look at?

I do.

- And you came across this...
- My family.

We do business in Botswana.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Go on.

Great.

I'll leave you guys to it.

Let's get you set up
at the Bourse.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

(CHAVA SPEAKS FRENCH)

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

May I see your identification, please.

DONNIE: Uh-huh.

The jacket.

(POLICEMAN 2 SPEAKING FRENCH
OVER RADIO)

Thank you.

POLICEMAN 3: Monsieur.

- CHAVA: Bonjour.
- DONNIE: Bonjour.

Bonjour.

(POLICEMAN 3) The new guy...

walking through the Bourse.

D'accord.

Keep an eye on him, yeah?

Oui.

Wonderful.
Just give me a moment, please.

- Thank you. You are good to go.
- Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hi, Chava! How are you?
- Hello!

Jean-Jacques Dyallo, meet Olivier,
the Concierge.

Welcome!

(OLIVIER HUMMING)

Here you are.

May I see your inventory?

You may.

Right. Very good.

Here you are, Mr. Dyallo.
Your office.

Your office. Landline phone here.

Dial 3 for security,
7 for the Concierge,

and 8 to dial out.

Your safe.

You dial in your own
personal code here.

But you could leave it open,
to be honest.

You're in the most
secure building in continental Europe.

DONNIE: I certainly hope so.

I have some inventory
coming in this week.

Is it possible to lease
one of the vault boxes?

Oh, I'm sorry, not possible.

Currently, all the vault boxes
are fully booked.

And they are reserved
for sightholders anyway.

Ah!

Hopefully, something opens up.

- Good day.
- Good day.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

So?

We're in.
But we have a problem.

There's no access to the vault.

Only sightholders in Dali
have access,

and there's
no security boxes available.

JOVANNA: You've gotta be
fucking kidding me.

DONNIE: Just let me handle it.

(DOG BARKS DISTANTLY)

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING ITALIAN ON TV)

(GRUNTS)

Patron, I'm sorry,

but there's something
I need to discuss with you.

You have to move me again?

Have a seat.

(CLEARS THROAT)

The stone you invested in.
It was stolen.

Thieves robbed the airplane
that was transporting it.

It's now in Nice,
near the diamond center...

Someone is fencing it.

Find it.

3274 karats. Excellent quality.

What about the 30 karat?

Well, well...

This is really a work of art.

GPS beacon.

Someone's looking for this.

May I?

Offer 5.2. If it goes quickly,
take off 45.

If it's in cash, take off 55.

What about the rough one?

3.87, including everything.

You have an account
across the street?

Of course. What is the offer?

Well, these stones
obviously don't come

with Kimberley certificates.

4.2.

I... I cannot go
lower than five.

It is also the only offer
you will get, Jean-Jacques.

Okay! We are done!

4.2. Here's your cash.

I understand we have a Marsala.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ISLAMIC CALL TO PRAYER
IN BACKGROUND)

(DOOR SLAMS)

We'll switch to English
so everyone will understand.

All right.

Comms are secure,

- so we can speak freely.
- JOVANNA: Okay.

I am Cleopatra.

Now, I've been working with
each one of you individually,

but never as a group.

There's a reason
why you're all here.

This will be our biggest job
on the continent yet.

This isn't a smash and grab.

We're here to rob
the World Diamond Centre.

We estimate the score
to be 850 million euros.

Use these SIMs and only these
for all communication.

Vuk, logistics.
Marko, vehicles and transport.

Dragan, safes, entry.
Slavko, comms, cell overwatch.

- Who is this guy?
- JOVANNA: Jean-Jacques.

He'll be doing the recce
and the planning.

What the fuck is he doing here?

This is my job.

And I pay the bills.

That's what the fuck I'm doing.

JOVANNA: Okay, okay, guys.
Calm the fuck down, okay?

This guy is one of the best
thieves on the planet, okay?

What the fuck is your problem?

Are you out of your mind
bringing him here?

JOVANNA: Yeah, it's fucking normal.
Wait! Hey, shut the fuck up!

(SIGHS) Okay.
We have until the last Sunday

of the month to execute the job.

So, as we advance in our recce
to the target here,

the World Diamond Centre,

gathering all the intelligence
we need will be difficult.

Jean-Jacques is our asset
on the inside.

He finds our path to the vault.

And if you have a problem
with that,

you can get the fuck out now.

I'm good, boss.

JOVANNA: What do you need?

I'll need brands, makes and model
of all security systems,

and of course, the vault.

Need to ID all their personnel.

Get to know
who we are dealing with,

and somehow, tap in their comms.

Confirm routes, find the exits.

I'll work up the routes. I'll need to
see them before selecting vehicles.

- So, are we good?
- Yeah.

Ah, bravo.

- Just do your job.
- What's with you?

- And cut the crap.
- Fuck this!

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH
OVER PA)

Here we go.

France. Italy.

That bend, that is the border.

This is the alpine run.

No CCTV or plate readers
up on these roads?

Zero. All on the coast.

This is the route.

I need all-wheel drive.

Strip out the automation.
No anti-locks.

He wants me
to suck his dick too?

I'm sorry, what was that?

Sir, yes, sir.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Is the captain here?
Capitaine?

Uh, oui, oui.

- No problem.
- Oh, okay.

We were set for, uh, 1:00,
1:00 p.m.

It's... it's... it's 1:30.

He's aware that I'm here or...

Nicholas. Hugo.

Welcome.

Nice to finally meet you.
I thought we said 1:00, but...

No.

Hmm.

Well, anyway,
I brought you some swag.

Thought you and the guys
might like it.

HUGO: Oh.

Thank you, my friend,
that's great.

I have LAPD but not LASD.
It's cool.

Do you want something
to eat, drink?

Coffee. Maybe a little one
of those croissants.

No, Nick.

It's croissant,
not, uh, croissant.

Well, clearly,
I don't speak French, right?

What American does?

This is Lieutenant Varane.
Lieutenant O'Brien.

Hey, nice to meet you.

A coffee and a croissant.

Cherie!

Could you bring me a coffee
and a croissant, please?

(RECEPTIONIST SPEAKS FRENCH)

(SIGHS) Ah.

So, here they are.

HUGO: Ah, oui.

It's very tough to crack.
Ethnically insular.

They work with the Italians
and Albanians once in a while,

but tactically,
they are brilliant.

The players are only aware of who's
in the cell for a particular job.

So, if they get caught,
there's no one to rat on.

(HUGO) Yes.

VARANE: And tough to ID them.

We don't get much help
from Balkan Alley.

They are all like security
services and military.

They know how to stay off the grid.

They often use women
who were models or athletes

who spend a lot of time
in Western Europe.

So, they have connections.
Know their way around.

This guy. Slobodan.

HUGO: He's a criminal receiver.

He has deals
with the 'Ndrangheta

and all the top jewelers in Italy.

He gives the green light for
every job on the continent.

We've been trying to bag him
for almost a decade.

Take a seat, Nick.

So, tell us about your suspect.

We have reason to believe...
Thank you.

...that he's operating out of
Europe, possibly France.

We started looking into it
after the Antwerp rip.

A lot of the signatures
of that job were similar

to some of the ones
we investigated in L.A.

HUGO: But you know,
the Police Aeronautique

believe that most of them
were Balkan.

I thought you said that they
were all Balkan except for one.

The one who recruited them.

Okay. And was he Black?

Yes.

Okay. So, they weren't all Balkan

is the point.

No.

Were you guys able to pull up
the surveillance footage I requested?

Of course.

Okay.

Can I see it?

(HUGO CLEARS THROAT)

How's your croissant?

Great.

I'll make your life a little
bit easier while you're over here.

You know, some of the letters
in French, they are silent.

Like the "T" in croissant,
for example.

You know, in American,
you say salmon, right?

But the "L" is silent, no?

Am I on Candid Camera
or something?

You know, I actually
say salmon. Always have.

- Sal-mon. So, there you go.
- (CHUCKLES)

He's a funny guy, huh?

Okay. This is from the day
you requested.

Let me know when to pause.

NICK: That's it. Diamant Bank.

Wait, wait, wait, stop.
Right there. Can you zoom in?

Try and find him
when he comes out.

Okay, just... Stop.

Okay. Inch forward.

Freeze. Freeze there.

Go in.

Alors,this him?

No, no. No, no. Not him.

No?

No.

(SMACKS LIPS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(NICK SIGHS)

If you need anything else,
you have my number.

Maybe we can go out
and have some salmon.

Thank you.

- French food kinda sucks.
- Oh.

(HUGO CHUCKLING)

Actually, Nick, it's the best.

(NICK CHUCKLES)

But you American,
you have no taste.

("LA FRANCAISE"
BY RUE DU SOLEIL PLAYING)

(IMPERCEPTIBLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

("LA FRANCAISE" CONTINUES PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

I am.

Honey trap is set.
Check your Pegasus.

SLAVKO: We got it.

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

(DISHES CLATTERING)

Mademoiselle.

Grab a seat.

Come on, man, sit down.
You're making me nervous.

I won't bite. Promise.

So, what you packing there?

(SIGHS)

DONNIE: You don't have
any jurisdiction here.

- (GUN CLICKS)
- Mm!

(SMACKS LIPS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I didn't rob the Fed.

Who said anything about the Fed?

You know what I was
tripping on just now?

You and I are part of this
weird symbiosis.

See, you only exist, Fraulein,
because of me.

We weren't there
trying to stop you

from smuggling shit
and stealing shit,

then your shit wouldn't be
worth a fucking thing.

It's only worth the trouble,

because we're there
trying to stop you.

So, actually,
you need to thank me...

that your shit is worth
anything at all.

- You're welcome.
- Okay.

Cracks me up when people
pull guns on people.

- Why don't you just shoot 'em?
- (GRUNTS)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

You're not a killer. I am.

You got over on me, Fraulein.
No one gets over on me.

I'm broke.

And I'm sick of
being the hunter.

It's fucking exhausting.

Let's take a look at your view.

Word around the L.A. streets
is that they fired your ass.

So, how you gonna get in?

Take it.

I'm gonna ask you again.

How are you gonna get in there?

I'm working on it.

No, you can't trust me.

And yeah, I can haul your ass
in anytime I want.

Depends on my mood.

Right now, Fraulein,
it's pretty good.

You're gonna rob that place.
And I'm gonna do it with you.

I wanna meet these Panthers.

Set it up.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Fuck.

(SHIP HORN TOOTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hello, boss.

How's the food in this fucking place?

It's okay. Nothing special.

Nouvelle cuisine, my ass.

Patron is pissed.

Was half his damn retirement
invested in that diamond.

And he's the fucking Octopus
so we better find it.

I like a little bit
of hide and seek.

This is our city.
No one can hide from us here.

This is our city.
No one can hide from us here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

NICK: Jesus, that's strong!

(GROANS)

That her?

DONNIE: Yeah, that's her.

I don't recall getting a memo
she was a supermodel.

(IN SERBIAN)

Engleski? Yeah?

You've worked security?

Among other things.

How'd you guys meet?

Prison.

Gay cruise actually.

(LAUGHING)

Marlboro Man.

He was a cop.

So were we.

- There are all kinds of cops.
- They are not us.

Yeah. But I mean, that's why
I let them do the work for us.

I play the cops
like I play everyone else.

Just drive the car.

Right now, he's our key
to the vault. No other option.

Money flies no flag.

SLAVKO: Invite him tonight.

We'll put him in a deep hole
and see if he crawls out.

- All right?
- All right.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Bonjour.

Listen, we've already discussed this.

This is exhausting,
let's talk later.

Sorry. The wealthier they are,

the bigger the crook. Asshole.

(SIGHS) Once you become
a slave to greed, you're fucked.

Then I guess we are both fucked.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

So, how can I help you?

I was wondering
if I can rent space

in one of your vault boxes
for a few weeks.

I have some inventory
coming in and I...

I do not like the idea
of keeping it in the office.

How much space exactly?

Around 3,000 karats.

Split the monthly cost
and we can do it.

Perfect.

Bon. (CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MOUSSA) He's here.

- You good?
- I'm good, you?

Show him.

(MOUSSA) Give it to me.

What do I do with this?

(MOUSSA) Hold it sideways,
tap the screen.

That's the guy
who had the GPS beacon?

This the guy
who had the GPS beacon?

That's him.

Text it to me.

Text it to us.

- Okay.
- Good job.

Pure shit.

("ZOCALO" BY ARMIN VAN BUUREN PLAYING)

- Yo!
- DONNIE: Hey!

You look good.

(DONNIE LAUGHS)

NICK: Holy shit.

DONNIE: Right?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

So, these your new girlfriends?

Take it easy, man.
We're in no rush.

- Nick.
- Slavko.

Cool name. Pleasure.

- Dragan.
- Nick.

I know you.

Nick.

Take your time, bro.

Marko.

NICK: Marko.

- Nicko.
- Go fuck yourself.

(SLAVKO) Enough!

Have a seat.

(NICK SIGHS)

NICK: Thank you.

Hey, what's the name
of that game?

You know, with the little
metal balls that you throw?

- Bocce.
- NICK: Bocce.

You know, at the cafe today.
I saw you guys there.

Your police academy
taught you well, Nicko.

Fuck the police.

Yeah, fuck the police.

(NICK LAUGHS)

- What is that?
- Sljivo.

- Say again?
- Sljivo. Sljivovica.

When you run out of gas,
you can put this in your car.

(GROANS)

That's some nasty shit.

- What is it?
- Try it.

Cops don't do drugs.

So, do yourself a favor.

Stop being a pussy.
And hit that shit.

Holy shit.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

Seriously. What are we...
what are we smoking?

Hashish.

With a little pixie dust.

Pixie, what?

E. You never try E?

Yeah, of course.

(LAUGHING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT, GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMING GIBBERISH)

("NEED YOU" BY TINLICKER PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

I wish I could fucking dance!

(LAUGHING)

Fuckin' Europe rules!

Hey, man, sorry about bombing
the shit out of you guys in the '90s.

Now, that...
that was fucked up.

They killed my mother. (LAUGHS)

No, seriously?

SLAVKO: We went to join the West,

but the West didn't want us.

So, we rob it. (LAUGHS)

I fucking love you guys.

- Fuck NATO!
- Fuck NATO!

- Fuck NATO!
- Fuck 'em!

Yeah, yeah, fuck NATO!

Oh, I got one coming up.

(WHISTLING)

He's fucked up. (LAUGHS)

("AMNESIE" BY NHYX PLAYING)

(IMPERCEPTIBLE)

Hey. Not good.
Go to Nicko. Go, go.

You know I love you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

This is Marko's ex, man,
and he's trippin'.

Just slow it down
a little bit, all right?

- I told him. (CHUCKLING)
- Yeah.

(BOTH CHEERING)

JOVANNA: Hey, what the fuck
are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Fuck this shit.

- Hey.
- Hey.

NICK: Get your fucking hands off me.

JOVANNA: Fucking drama queen.
Let's go.

(BOTH GRUNT)

- (CROWD CLAMORING)
- (BOTH GRUNTING)

Hey, hey! (GROANS)

(MEN CLAMORING, GRUNTING)

DONNIE: Fuck off!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Chill, chill.

NICK: What the fuck?

(GRUNTS)

- DONNIE: Okay, okay, okay.
- NICK: Okay.

You dirty motherfucker!

BOUNCER: Why, you wanna get smashed?

No. I don't wanna get smashed.

(LAUGHS)

HUGO: Hey! Hey!

Ah! We're really gonna
do this right now?

Motherfucker!

Oh, fuck. Shit, yeah.

HUGO: Yeah, big American tough guy.

You start shit
in our country, huh?

You think we're socialist
pussies over here, huh?

Yo, what the fuck
are you playing at?

Hey. Wait, wait, wait.
I got one.

I'm really gonna
make you proud right now.

- Croissant. Croissant.
- (SPEAKS FRENCH)

You got it. You don't like it?

Croiss... Fuck! Croissant.

HUGO: It's shit!

Come on.

I thought that was...
I thought that was good.

Donnie!

- You fucking had my back.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! What?
- Whoa, whoa, hey.

- VIGO: Keep walking.
- Okay, okay.

Keep walking. Let's go.

NICK:
I didn't even call an Uber!

Fucking... Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Get in...
get in the fucking car!

(TIRES SCREECH)

Moussa! Keep going. Move!

Yes, yes.

Let's teach them a lesson.

ZAMBA: A few weeks ago,

there was a flight
from Africa to Antwerp.

It had something on it.
Something that belongs to us.

To the Octopus.

And you stole it.

Get it back.

(GASPS)

DONNIE: Hey!
Get the fuck back here!

Are you kidding me?

You stole diamonds
from the fucking mafia?

Like I fucking knew!

Oh, fuck!

Where are you going?
Nick! Nick!

Take your shoes off. You'll sink.

Shoes. Shoes.

- (GROANS)
- Now, what?

What the fuck do you think?
Swim.

Swim? Where, Nick?

Oh, to Libya.

What the fuck do you think,
dum-dum? To shore!

I can't swim that fucking far.

I'm negatively buoyant.
Don't you know David Goggins?

(CHUCKLES)

- Don't be such a pussy.
- Fuck you!

You think there are
sharks around here?

Actually, yeah.
I think it's infested.

You kind of look like
shark food.

Stop talking to me.

(LAUGHS)

DONNIE: I hate you!

NICK: I fucking hate you, too.

(GROANS, PANTS)

(PANTS, GROANS)

Fuck it. I'm out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What you mean?

I'm out. Capo di tutti I capi

or whatever the fuck it's called

is where I draw the line.

They go after families.
They don't give a fuck.

You can't do me like that.

All right,
I'm dead if you don't.

Well, you're the one that stole
the fucking diamond. I didn't.

You gonna bail on me.
You might as well arrest me.

Fuck it.

(SIGHS)

Don't fucking follow me.

You followed me here.

Dip out there, bitch.

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

How's the hangover,
mademoiselle?

You watching?

NICK: Yep.

Most guards don't do shit.

Smoke, dick around on phones,
watch porn.

- Those boys are different.
- Very.

Been clocking those dudes
for weeks. Those dogs can hunt.

Yeah.

This is gonna be interesting.

You feeling it?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I'm feeling it.

And the cop goes gangster.

Get your ass over here, man.
Your espresso's getting cold.

SLAVKO:
The WDC has no fire doors,

no emergency exit,
or egress point.

There's only one door.
One way in, one way out.

Any movements
within the district

will result in you
coming in a picture.

So, there's only one place
they're not looking.

Up.

Bravo. Dragan.

JOVANNA: You're gonna
have to put this on.

NICK: These on sale
or something?

Where are my two boyfriends?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) They're out.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Welcome.

Marko and Vuk went home.
You're a Panther now.

This is the entire theater.

We've recce'd every security
measure in the district.

As you can see,
there are no dead zones.

So, we'll have to create one.

There are 127 cameras
fed into central security

right here in this kiosk.

They only run ten CCTV monitors.

So, those 127 feeds

cycle through
at ten-second intervals.

At any given time,
117 of those views are dark.

We will perform a timed descent

that will move us undetected
through those dark zones

as a result of the CCTV
monitoring cycle.

What about the recorded footage

once the cameras are offline?

There's a WDC privacy law
that prevents it.

So, no footage
is being recorded.

It's just being viewed
in real time.

But we have a blind spot
and a problem.

So the only individuals
that are granted access to the vault

is the Concierge,
the sightholders,

and their private security
who must be law enforcement.

DONNIE: We tried to flip
some internal assets with access, but...

JOVANNA:
So, you're our way in.

Okay.

When does this happen?

Right now.

Like, right the fuck now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Everything all right?

No.

Mr. O'Brien has worked with me
for years.

I emailed admin at your L.A.
sheriff's office for your bona fides,

but didn't receive anything.

You mean, uh...

You sure you got
the right email?

Maybe... maybe check.

OLIVIER: Yeah.
I don't understand.

Oh!

Here we are.
It went to my junk.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

- OLIVIER: Sorry for that.
- It happens.

Everything is okay.

- Yeah. Mm.
- Wonderful.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Okay, man. She's on her way.

Just stand here?

Yeah.

- Bonjour.
- Ah, bonjour.

This is Nick,
my head of security.

Nick. Chava Falcone.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

- Ah, no français,huh?
- (CHUCKLES)

By the way, the derby.
Nice-Monaco. Are you going?

- Olivier, the Concierge.
- Yeah.

Me, some friends. We're going
to a supporters' bar.

- DONNIE: Saturday?
- CHAVA: Yes.

- I might join you.
- Yeah, come. Come with us.

Merci.

So, Nick will go with you
to deposit the inventory.

Does tomorrow still work?

Yeah. But first thing
in the morning, eight o'clock,

because I'm slammed tomorrow.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)

- Sure.
- DONNIE: Thank you.

See you.

("WRONG IDEA"
BY SNOOP DOGG PLAYING)

♪ To get the wrong idea about me ♪

♪ I don't have nothing to hide ♪

Why, bro? Why?

♪ I want the world to see
I'm a gangsta ♪

DONNIE: ♪ Gangsta niggas

♪ Do your dance ♪

♪ Gangsta bitches
wave your hands ♪

♪ See me, I'm about my money
My paper I'm about my dollars ♪

♪ Popping collars
with this mac and this slack ♪

Hey!

For real gangster.

You watch your mouth.

Fuck!

This is why y'all
so amped up all the time.

Oh, my God.

Hey!

- (ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- Now, this is music.

Okay.

Wow.

Romantico.

Oh, my God.

Are you fucking with me?

You gotta make love
more often, bro.

See, Dragan, he's smooth with it.

Them glasses don't fool me.
I see you! (CHUCKLES)

Yeah! Bro, you pent up.

Your suit. It's an ISR.
Records in every direction.

Oh. All right.

Sure this thing's gonna work?

I've worn these in 500
jewelry stores. They work.

Well, you're a woman.

They tend not to get frisked,
especially beautiful ones.

Well, neither do cops,
especially good ones.

(SCOFFS)

I fuckin' hate suits.

Nothing good ever happens
in a suit.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That was fun the other night.

You know, at the club.

Yeah. Good DJ. Cool fight.

I just got divorced.

Oh, that's so sad.

And for the record,
I have no attraction to you.

Okay. You got any kids?

No.

Actually, yeah.

You know, I prefer honesty
rather than bullshit.

Oh.

Then, yeah, I do.
I got... I got two.

(SIGHS) Damn!

I thought you were gonna
wife me up.

Can I change my answer?

Don't fuck this up.

And don't fuck me over.

Come on. Come on.

- DONNIE: Bonjour.
- GUARD: Bonjour.

My detail.

We have an appointment
at the Bourse

with Miss Falcone
and the Concierge.

All right.

Identification, please.

Merci.

They won't pat down security.

You're good to go.

- Cam there.
- Cam.

- (BRIEFCASE CLICKS)
- (SIGHS)

Okay. Precious cargo.

Thank you so much, Chava.

CHAVA: I have to go
welcome parties. Come.

- OLIVIER: Bonjour.
- CHAVA: Bonjour.

Good morning.

Morning.

Please.

The Concierge operates the vault 24/7,
lives on the seventh floor,

escorts every appointment,
locks up every night.

Moving all this with him anywhere

near there would be...
(EXHALES SHARPLY) very risky.

Yeah. But we'll just time it
with his movements.

So, no more being sheriff
for you?

I tend to hurt
people's feelings.

Then you'll fit right in.

Huh.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Please.

- There's a thermal motion.
- Yeah.

- OLIVIER: Can you turn around?
- NICK: I'm sorry.

There is the vault. Armon.

(VAULT DOOR BEEPS)

You can put the briefcase
on the desk, please.

Sure.

(OLIVIER GRUNTS)

Are you coming
to the game Saturday, Olivier?

(OLIVIER) Of course! I can't wait!

- I got us a table.
- Perfect!

Here you go.

DRAGAN: The remaining issue is that

the security camera
from hallway to the foyer,

is too high up for us to cover.

And that's the only camera
that doesn't cycle.

What if we cover ourselves?

Quantum Stealth?

We need to finger fuck that tech.

SLAVKO: Huh.

What we looking at?

I saw the stone.

DONNIE: Uh-huh.

Top left side.

Second row, fifth from the top.

I saw the fucking stone.

("JUZNI VETAR GAS"
BY COBY AND MILI PLAYING)

Allen, Darko, this is Vuk.

Vuk, these are the Tigers.

Good.

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

(CHOIR SINGING
"AVE VERUM CORPUS")

(SONG FADES)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Low tech beats high tech.

(BEEPING)

Watch now.

Voila!

Fuck.

(SPRAYING)

(SMACKS LIPS)

Not used to all the garlic
over here.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Now, you know, turn around.

I guess he's making some sales.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Oh, is this ice cream?

What?

Gelato. (SMACKS LIPS)

It's fucking good.

- Mm-hmm.
- (ALARM BEEPING)

NICK: Yo, is that thermal?

- DRAGAN: Huh?
- Is... Is that thermal?

- DRAGAN: Yeah.
- (ALARM STOPS)

(WHISTLING)

(BEEPS)

(WHISTLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ALL LAUGHING)

All done? Everything locked up?

Yes.

Great. Enjoy the match.

You're in for a win.
Let's go!

Oui.

JOVANNA: Concierge just left.

See you with the van
at egress point.

- Good luck.
- Copy.

(ISLAMIC PRAYER CALL
IN BACKGROUND)

(ALEN) ...armor piercing.

Every fifth round. Here you go.

- Are you saying 50, total?
- 50, yes.

(ISLAMIC PRAYER CALL CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CROWD CHEERING, WHISTLING)

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING FRENCH ON TV)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Monaco 1-0.

That was offside! Why?

It's so annoying, rugby's better!

Every time. Look...

Houdini One, this is Carbon Actual.

Comms check.

NICK: (OVER RADIO)
Carbon Actual, copy.

Comms clear.

Houdini One moving on theater.

JOVANNA: Copy that.

NICK: Houdini One in theater.

(CAMERA BEEPS, SHUTTER CLICKS)

(INDISTINCT PHONE CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT PHONE CHATTER)

(DONNIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DEVICE WHIRRING)

(BEEPS)

(NICK GRUNTS)

(DONNIE PANTS)

(GRUNTS, EXHALES SHARPLY)

(DRAGAN GRUNTS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Nice!

We're even.
We're back in the game.

Come on guys.

(CROWD CHANTING IN FRENCH)

(MEN PANTING)

(BEEPS)

Houdini One, you are red at Amstel.

Twenty seconds to green light.

NICK: Copy, Carbon Actual.

Standing by for green.

JOVANNA: Ten seconds
to green light.

Five, four...

You're green. Green to Becks.

NICK: Green.

(BEEPING)

Copy, you're red at Becks.
Red at Becks.

Twelve seconds to green light.
Stand by.

Houdini One, holding at Becks.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

JOVANNA: Five, four, three...

(NICK GRUNTS, PANTS)

NICK: Jesus, that's deep.

DONNIE: Yeah.

NICK: Fuckin' hell.

Eighty seconds to red.

NICK: Copy that,
Carbon Actual.

Hmm.

Sixty seconds to red.

DONNIE: Come on.

Forty seconds to red.

NICK: Mm!

JOVANNA:
Twenty seconds to red.

(GRUNTS)

JOVANNA: Ten seconds to red.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Corona's red. Red at Corona.

(CROWD CHEERING ON CELL PHONE)

Houdini One, location.

NICK: Houdini One
in Mineshaft at Diamond.

Houdini One, Quantum at Diamond.

Quantum at Diamond.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CROWD CHEERING ON CELL PHONE)

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING FRENCH
ON CELL PHONE)

(CROWD CHEERING ON CELL PHONE)

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING FRENCH
ON CELL PHONE)

Come on guys, just one!

(LOCK CLICKING)

(WHIRRING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR THUDS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

NICK: Holy shit.
Houdini in the mantle.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) Copy.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

DONNIE: It's not here.
It's not fucking here!

NICK: What do you mean,
it's not fucking here?

NICK: Okay, just keep goin',
keep goin'.

- (CROWD BOOING)
- Please, turn this off! Gone!

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING FRENCH
ON TV)

(NICK GRUNTS)

NICK: Fuck!
It's not here either.

Come on, come on.

(GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- What are you doing?
- (SPEAKING FRENCH)

No! Don't go. What?

I'm sorry. Bye, guys.

(NICK GRUNTS)

JOVANNA: Fuck!

Houdini One,
Housekeeper is home.

Return to Mineshaft.

NICK: Actual, what's that?

(SHUSHES)

JOVANNA: Housekeeper is home.
Get the fuck out now!

NICK: Fuck! We gotta go,
we gotta go!

- You see it?
- DONNIE: No.

Shit, where is it?

How about the match?

Unbelievable.

Once chance, one goal.
And no defense.

(NICK PANTING)

DONNIE: It's here. It's here.

- NICK: We gotta go, Donnie.
- DONNIE: No, no, no.

- Hold on.
- NICK: We gotta go.

DONNIE: It's here.

NICK: Come on. Come on. Come on.

DONNIE: One more sec.

Donnie, get up.

- Come on! Come on!
- DONNIE: Wait!

(IN FRENCH)
We need a new coach.

- That will be expensive.
- Right.

I'll lock up. You can go home.

- See you tomorrow.
- Have a nice evening.

Donnie, just fucking leave it.

We gotta go now!

- DONNIE: Jeez, hold on.
- NICK: Just get up!

DONNIE: Wait!
Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait!

Thank fucking God.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(SIGHS)

Houdini One, come in.

(LIGHT SWITCHES CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

(BEEPS)

(GATE LOCKS)

NICK: Houdini One
moving up Mineshaft.

(SIGHS) Copy.

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

NICK: Houdini One
holding at Corona.

(PANTING)

You're green at Corona.

(CREAKING)

JOVANNA: 140 seconds green
at Corona.

DRAGAN: Bags are secure.

(GRUNTS)

Sixty seconds at Corona.

(NICK GRUNTS)

At Becks! At Becks!

JOVANNA: Hold at Becks.
Corona red in 45.

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

JOVANNA: Corona red in 30.

DONNIE: Fuck.

(DRAGAN GRUNTS, PANTS)

Hold at Becks.
Corona red in 20.

Becks red.

Three seconds to switch route.
Hold for command.

Becks green. Becks green.

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING FRENCH
ON CELL PHONE)

NICK: Carbon Actual, we are clear.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

What are we gonna do about this.

Look at these dumbasses.

DONNIE: Oh, fuck.

Shit!

- (NICK GRUNTS)
- Nick! Nick!

(CLATTERING)

Monitor 14.

What the hell is that?

Hey! what the hell is that?

No idea.

Think it's coming from the roof?

I don't know.

FLORENTIN: What the f...

We need to secure the roof.

(PANTING)

- DONNIE: Go, go, come on.
- SLAVKO: Come on.

DONNIE: Come on.

FLORENTIN: I'll check it out.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Houdini One,
dogs on the scent. Vanish.

- Fuck!
- DONNIE: Go, go, go.

- SLAVKO: Come on.
- DONNIE: Come on, Nick.

- (NICK GRUNTS)
- DONNIE: You got it.

Yeah.

- DRAGAN: Throw the backpack.
- NICK: Oh, fuck!

(GRUNTS)

DONNIE: Okay, go. Go, go.

DRAGAN: The pole! The pole!

Move, move, move. Move!

NICK: Carbon Actual,
is Becks green?

JOVANNA: Copy. Confirm
Houdini One, Becks green.

(FLORENTIN) Copy.
Lock down the gates

and restrict personnel movement
until we clear this.

- Something fell off the roof.
- What?

I'll clear the roof, then move down.
You patrol level 2 up,

take the stairwells.
Meet in the middle.

So, I want you to clear

the atrium stairs, all right?

(CLEMENT) Okay, great.

And don't forget to lock down
the fucking elevator, yeah?

Got it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS THUD)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Roof clear.

DONNIE: Carbon Actual,

I need the location
of Houdini One.

Location of Houdini One.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(MILAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

5 cleared moving to 4.

What the fuck?

NICK: Hands off weapon.
Just relax.

Don't be stupid. All right?

Who the fuck are you?!

NICK: Don't be fucking stupid.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

Shots fired! Shots fired!

- Shots fired! Shots fired!
- The fuck?

Trigger alarm.

- (LAMBOR SPEAKING)
- (ALARM BLARING)

JOVANNA: What the fuck?

(CLEMENT GROANING)

Relax, relax.
I aimed center mass.

You're okay. All right?

It's gonna hurt a few days,
though.

(GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

Sorry about that.

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

Stranger. Vanish. Northside.
Now, now, now!

DONNIE: We got him.
We got him.

Northside. Northside.

JOVANNA: Copy that.

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

SLAVKO: It's him! It's him!

(PANTING)

DONNIE: Let's go, let's go!
We gotta go!

(GROANS)

NICK: Ah, fuck!

(MILAN) The fucking Porsche again!

TRC Nice for WDC 14.

Porsche sedan, white,
plate number...

What the fuck?

(LAMBOR CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

NICK: Shit. ANPR.

Grab that plate there. Run it.

What does it say?

(LAMBOR) I repeat, white Porsche.

(OPERATOR) White Porsche heading east
on 400 block of Rue de Robert.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SPEAKING SERBIAN)

JOVANNA: If any of us get burned,

Slobodan will put your cut away.

And it'll be waiting for you
when you get out. Good luck.

Focus.

DRAGAN: Good luck, brother.

(SIREN WAILING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Fuck. It's not possible.

- Fuck.
- Are you fucking kidding me.

Flash, flash. We've been robbed.

I repeat, we have been robbed.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Watch our six.

Those aren't police headlights.

They're not friendly either.

Fuck.

NICK: Mag.

Drive. I shoot.
Call out, brakes.

Copy.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Shit. There's two of them.

- DONNIE: Oh, God!
- NICK: Fuck!

DONNIE: Take the wheel! Wheel!

- Hey! Move! Move!
- DONNIE: I'm good! I'm good!

(GRUNTS)

NICK: Mag change.

I need a better shot.

- Hold on! I can't hear you.
- DONNIE: Brake!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

Fuck! I'm fucking hit up, man!

DONNIE: Hold on!

- Mags change.
- You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

We're changing mag!

Ready again!

Let's go!

NICK: Shit, still on us.

- Can you loose 'em?
- DONNIE: Fucking trying.

- Those dudes are drivers.
- NICK: Oh, shit.

(ENGINES REVVING)

(DARKO) The right lane, man,
keep the right lane!

(GRUNTS)

DONNIE: Shit! Fuck!

Right this side.
I got a clean shot.

Got you, break.

NICK: I'm out. Mag change.

I've got ammo.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Now! Now! Now!

NICK: Fuck this.

(GROANS)

NICK: Fuck, yeah!

Motherfucker!

Hit it! Hit it!

NICK: Okay, I'm out.

- (HISSING)
- (TIRES SCREECHING)

DONNIE: Fuck!

Fuck!

(GROANING)

(TIRE WHIRRING)

(GUN FIRING)

(SHELLS CLINKING)

(GRUNTS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(WIND BLOWING)

What the fuck was that?

His fault.

SLAVKO: That's it?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(LIGHTS MATCH)

(FLAME WHOOSHES)

(GLASS BREAKING)

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

This way.

My husband is upstairs.

Mario! We're here.

They've arrived.

- JOVANNA: Hey, hey!
- Hey.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

- DRAGAN: You okay?
- DONNIE: Yeah, man.

(JOVANNA CHUCKLES)

- Slobodan.
- Jean-Jacques. (CHUCKLES)

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

SLAVKO: Slobodan, he is Nick.

Sit down with us.

Take a seat, please.

(OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

NICK: Ah!

Yeah!

Thank you.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Signore.

Thank you. Thank you.

Ah. You saved the town.

- Huh?
- Okay, guys. Stand up, please.

To heist of century.

And to the Panthers.

(ALL TOASTING IN ITALIAN)

DONNIE: Ah!

(SLAVKO SIGHS)

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
- (NICK SIGHS)

- You good?
- I'm good.

(CHUCKLES)

(DONNIE CHEERS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh, come on.

- SLAVKO: Look at that.
- No!

(ALL LAUGHING)

We saved this one,
we saved this one for you.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Your style.

DONNIE: Hey. Keep your hands
to yourself, man.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

- Hey!
- Freeze!

- Freeze!
- Police!

- (POLICEMEN CLAMORING)
- Okay, okay!

POLICEMAN 2: Don't move!

NICK: Hey, hey, hey!

POLICEMAN 3: Don't move, don't move!

POLICEMAN 4: Don't move! Hands back!

POLICEMAN 5: Let's go! Let's go!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Let's go! Let's go!

DONNIE: Hey! Hey!

POLICEMAN 6: Go! Go!

POLICEMAN 7: Move, move!

Move!

POLICEMAN 8: Let's go!

(JOVANNA GRUNTS)

(POLICEMAN SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(HANDCUFF CLICKS)

HUGO: You okay?

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Yeah.

You want to do the honors?

You do it. Your jurisdiction.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

HUGO: Anything you say
can and will be used

against you in the court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney...

POLICEMAN: With these rights in mind,
do you wish to speak to me?

Well played.

I guess.

Do you want something else?

I'll have a croissant.

(CHUCKLING)

Parfait.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You know, you did
the right thing coming in, huh?

(SIGHS)

It's strange, huh?

Living on the other side
feels good, no?

Yeah.

Too good.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Respect.

Time to go home, huh?

To what?

("LA MIA VITA" BY BRICE DAVOLI
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(CELL DOOR OPENS)

Visitor. Handcuffs.

Hurry up. I haven't got all day.
Come one, quickly.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Sit down.
And no messing around.

You've got five minutes.

That was fun.

So, we even?

Yeah. We're even.

Feel good about yourself?

Actually, no.

I thought I would feel
a little better, to be honest.

You're a piece of shit.

(EXHALES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I did save your life, though.

So, that was real?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, you've just been fuckin'
with me this whole time?

No. No. Not the whole time.

But at the end of the day,

a tiger just can't change
his stripes.

Just can't.

(SCOFFS)

I'll see you, Fraulein.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

By the way...

sit back left.

- (SIGHS)
- (DOOR BUZZES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR BUZZES)

(POLICEMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hit unlock! Hands on the window!

Back left!

Get ready to move.

Do we just get this
over with already?

He's saying we should
get this over with.

No.

Hey, guys.
Get him something to drink.

Be polite. He's our guest.

Hey, boy. What's wrong?

Rilassare, tranquillo.

ZAMBA: He says, "Relax.
Enjoy your beer."

(THE OCTOPUS SPEAKING SICILIAN)

He says that if he wanted you gone,

that would have happened
a long time ago.

(SPEAKING SICILIAN)

ZAMBA: He wants to meet you.

(THE OCTOPUS SPEAKING SICILIAN)

ZAMBA: Because he wanted
to meet the man

who got his goods back.

(SPEAKING SICILIAN)

Because he wants to know

how the hell you did it.

You are Harry fucking Houdini!

(ALL LAUGHING)

And now, you work for me.

("OUTRO" BY M83 PLAYING)

So, what's next?

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

♪ If I was the king
of my own land ♪

♪ Facing tempests of dust

♪ I'll fight until the end ♪

♪ Creatures of my dreams,
raise up and dance with me ♪

♪ Now and forever

♪ I'm your king