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(typewriter bell dings)
♪ ♪
(birds chirping and calling)
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(TV announcer speaking Spanish)
SANTIAGO: Oh, no.
- Cigar? - No, thank you.
Perhaps wine?
I have one of the finest collections in all of Colombia.
Okay.
So...
...let's do business.
Jeronimo.
My son.
He convinced me this is the new drug.
Technology.
(over radio): Faster to grow and easier to go.
JERONIMO: So, this device can access anything on the net.
Targeted power kills, banking and stock markets...
...blockchains, encrypted emails,
cyber disruption.
Totally untraceable master key.
Look south.
Here, come.
You're gonna love this.
JERONIMO: Okay, three o'clock from your position.
SANTIAGO: Okay.
There.
- JERONIMO: Cargo plane. - You see it.
Brazilian Air.
(distant boom)
(laughing): Whoa.
(jet engine whining, rumbling)
Sorry. (chuckles)
And I just blacked out all of Bogotá.
(static crackling)
His little toy can do far more.
This is just a taste.
Like we used to... to give a lick of the coca. Hmm?
And it's the only one, you say?
Try and make a copy, it deletes itself.
I'm the only one who can make it.
SANTIAGO: So...
do we have a deal?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think we probably do.
- (men shouting in Spanish) - Puta.
Jeronimo.
(shouting and gunfire continue)
The drive! Get the drive!
♪ ♪
MARKS: Come.
We got incoming from the Colombian operative.
He, uh... he sounds pretty spooked.
Now, he says he's got something to sell, something that would,
uh, rattle our friends at the NSA.
He's asking for three million, cash, so he can disappear.
Did he contact any other agencies?
He doesn't seem too patient, sir.
That's a yes.
GRADY: And the Colombians,
- they're coming for him, too. - Where is he now?
On his way to Paris.
(grunting)
Nice.
(grunting continues)
Come on.
No close contact, huh?
(panting)
They get close, they get hurt.
Yeah, you fight like you date.
Oh, you want to talk about your dating history, big guy?
Another time.
You got a job.
♪ ♪
(beeping)
MACE: Sight lines here.
Traffic's one-way, north to south.
Exterior has no clean cover.
Exposure's 360 degrees. We can't box him in.
No need. He called us.
We trade bags, walk away.
No muss, no fuss.
Why don't we have a team on this?
It's a simple drop, Mace.
He could've sold that thing on the black market
for a lot more, but he just wants three mil
for him and his family to disappear.
- What a guy. - You ever consider it?
What? Committing high treason or starting a family?
Take your pick.
No.
I haven't.
(sighs) 'Cause you love the job.
One of us has to.
Well, if you don't like the idea of family,
you're really gonna love our cover.
No.
We're, um...
Joel and Ethel Lewis from Iowa.
- On our honeymoon. - Our honeymoon?
Yeah.
So you crafted this cover?
You wanted me to do more work, sweetheart.
Try the ring.
See if it fits.
Hmm, it'll do.
Great.
Okay, so, uh, that's our best access point, huh?
Straight line to the drop.
I'll run lead.
You do know what honeymooners do, right?
When they're on their honeymoon,
in the most romantic city in the world, Ethel?
You call me Ethel again,
you're gonna wish you got me a smaller ring.
- I want to try something. - (sighs)
No, Nick, there's no other angles here.
I'm not talking about the job.
(laughs): What are you doing?
♪ ♪
You're my best friend.
I don't have anybody else.
I know.
And I don't want to mess this up.
Tell me you never thought about it.
♪ ♪
Come here.
♪ ♪
MACE: It's a little cliché, no?
- NICK: What? - Honeymoon in Paris.
Just 'cause it's cliché doesn't mean it's not romantic.
Well, that depends on your definition of romance.
I like the way that ring looks on you.
MACE: That's the spot.
You get us a table. I'll check out the inside.
Sorry, is this seat taken?
No.
Thank you.
Popular area.
Not so bad as the Left Bank.
MACE: Hello.
Bonjour.
Uh, two chocolate croissants and coffee.
Excusez-moi. Et...
Merci.
NICK: This guy says stay away from the Left Bank.
Oh, no, we can't skip that. We're on our honeymoon.
You should have the eggs.
But don't salt them.
- Pardon. - MACE: Here it is.
- (grunting) - (clamoring)
MACE: No, I...
Where's the bag?
NICK: Hey! No, no, no.
MACE: Wait!
I'll go after ours!
(woman gasps)
♪ ♪
(people grunting, shouting)
(panting)
(engine revving)
(people shouting, screaming)
(silenced gunshot)
♪ ♪
(woman screams)
(grunts)
(shouts, grunts)
(frustrated grunt)
(both grunt)
♪ ♪
- (horns honking) - (man shouting)
(tires squealing)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(grunts)
(frustrated shout)
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
Where's the drive?! Huh?!
(grunting)
(pained groan)
(groans)
♪ ♪
Do you have the drive?
No.
How very disappointing.
(gasps)
(train horn blaring)
♪ ♪
(panting)
(shouts in German)
(panting)
(groans)
(pained grunt)
(sighs)
(siren wailing in distance)
(knock on door)
WOMAN (hushed): Luis.
(knock on door)
Luis, it's Graciela Rivera.
Open the door.
Dr. Rivera.
What a surprise.
May I?
Of course.
What are you doing here?
This isn't exactly regular hours.
No, it's not.
You want something to drink?
GRACIELA: No, I'm okay, Luis.
Are you?
I'm fine.
And where is the package?
I don't know what you're talking about.
(scoffs softly)
They didn't fly me halfway around the world
for a therapy session.
I never knew you worked in the field.
No, I never did.
Till now.
They sent you here because they thought I would trust you.
Right?
That I would give you my secrets.
Do you have secrets?
(chuckles softly)
I thought you said you weren't here for therapy.
I'm not.
I'm here to help you.
I'm the only one in the Agency who really knows you.
Uh, okay.
GRADY: You lost three million dollars of
-the Agency's money.
-Hey, hey, this isn't an inquisition.
We're just making sure we have all the facts for the report.
We lost the package, right?
What did Nick say? He's been off comms.
Just tell me.
Nick didn't make it.
He was shot going after the mark.
I I.D.'d his body myself.
- I need some water. - He can get it.
I can get it.
♪ ♪
NICK: Do you like it?
Or is it too much?
MACE: It's a bit much.
NICK: I like it.
I like it, too.
So, it's still out there.
We have some leads.
- I can find it. - (chuckles)
- You're in no shape to... - I'm fine.
- You're the one who lost it. - Fuck you, Grady.
- (laughs) - MARKS: Dial it down.
- This is my... - I said dial it down.
Give us the room.
(Grady scoffs)
And turn that thing off.
This is my op. You give it away...
The little red light has to go off.
Officially, I can't put you on this.
I said it's not an inquisition, but there is an investigation.
But if you were to go out on your own,
decided you needed to avenge the death of your teammate...
...I could understand how that might happen.
I would need some help.
♪ ♪
KHADIJAH: It has become undeniable,
from the Shadow Brokers
and the Vault 7 leaks
to new exploits being developed every day on the dark net,
that we need a new solution in cybersecurity,
one that can predict and intercept
possible cyber threats passing through any of
the 43 access points that control Internet traffic,
lawfully screen and catalog them
to create an adaptive database.
Think of it as a Dewey decimal system for cyberattacks.
I know this may seem far removed from everyday life,
but not when you take a closer look at reality.
MACE: Hey.
Dij.
I'm guessing this isn't a social call.
- Ah, and straight to the point. - So get to it.
There's a package... odds are it's still in Paris,
but I don't know for sure. We need to retrieve it.
"We"?
(laughs): I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.
MI6 does, but this can't be official.
- I'm out on my own now. - Yes, you are.
I'm not in the field anymore.
- I'm done with that life. - Everyone always says that.
I say it because it's true.
MACE: Who's that?
I'm sorry you came all this way.
Who is that?
- My partner. - Partner in the sense of...
- You're my friend from America. - I am your friend from America.
- Hi. - Hi.
I was talking to some investors.
- They were impressed. - So was I.
Abdel, this is my friend Mace.
- From America. - Just passing through.
On her way to Paris.
- Nice to meet you. - Likewise.
I haven't met many of Khadijah's friends.
- No? - Shame you can't stay.
- Well... - Yes, yes, it is a shame.
Until next time.
It was good to see you again, Khadijah.
I've missed you.
Safe travels.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.
Until next time.
Hope you don't mind. I let myself in.
Getting into the room isn't the same as getting in.
You didn't ask the question.
And you didn't ask the question because
- you don't want to know the answer. - Correct.
The package is...
- Here we go. - ...a data key...
a set of cyber tools, exploit kits,
worms, ransomware, you name it...
that can get into any closed system on the planet.
This suite of tools is still out there,
and I need your help to track it down.
- I haven't heard... - (phone ringing)
I need to take this.
They killed Nick.
(sighs)
You know those... the old wars?
Cold War, War on Terror.
We knew who we were fighting.
But now the enemy's invisible.
Like ghosts in a machine.
If they get their hands on this,
they could control and destabilize entire city grids,
nuclear facilities, world markets,
anything from a plane in the sky
to the phone in your pocket.
You know the kind of people
who'll be gunning to get ahold of this.
And you know what they'll do with it.
They can control any part of the world
from the simple reach of their keyboard.
Everything you said on that stage was right.
Everything except one thing.
The threat isn't on the horizon.
It's here. Right now.
They get this, they start World War III.
The war would be over before we could even fight back.
I cannot do this without you, Dij.
You're the best in the world at what you do.
♪ ♪
MACE: Southwest corner, around 10:35 a.m.
That's her.
Yep, she's the one who blew the op.
Can you find her, figure out who she is?
(typing)
KHADIJAH: Marie Schmidt.
Agent with the BND.
- What? - Demolitions,
disobedience, demotions.
Uh, always under suspicion of being a double agent.
Why?
KHADIJAH: Her father.
Sold secrets to the Russians in the early '90s.
Got caught when she was very young.
Hmm, looks like it runs in the family.
She was working with this guy.
Any known associates or contacts?
One second.
Nothing.
- What do you mean nothing? - Nothing.
No partner, no husband,
boyfriend, girlfriend, kids, pets.
Literally nothing.
- She works alone. - (typing)
Lives alone.
I'm not even finding a personal email address.
Hey, stay on him.
How'd he get the drive in the first place?
Hmm, grabbed it in a cartel raid.
Idiot didn't even know what he had.
He tried to sell it for a lousy three mil.
(typing)
Can you get another angle in here?
It's a blind spot.
Can you get a satellite or something
- so we can see in there? - The definition of "blind"
is "can't see."
They knew exactly where to hit him.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Stay on him. He's the one with the drive.
KHADIJAH: He's still in Paris.
- He is? - Registered under Luis Gonzales
at the Hotel Paradis.
The program will process
his features through every camera in the city.
We can find out where he's been and track where he's going.
There's a tech conference in Paris.
They had a speaker drop out at the last second.
You sure you don't want company?
I'll be back for dinner tomorrow.
You're gonna need these
if you're going back into the field.
- I thought this was done. - So did I.
Dinner.
Tomorrow.
Be safe out there, okay?
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
(sighs)
Luis...
(ringing continues)
♪ ♪
(siren wailing in distance)
(men chattering in French)
(chatter continues)
♪ ♪
There he is. Eleven o'clock, turning the corner.
Will you be on the plane with me?
We go together.
MACE: I'll take out the guards. You stay on the bag.
They're deploying, forming a perimeter,
trying to ferret out surveillance.
- We need a diversion. - I think we have one.
♪ ♪
KHADIJAH: Looks like she's armed.
(over earpiece): Closing in on the target.
I'll take care of her. You monitor the bag.
Copy that.
(men shouting in French)
(both grunting)
(grunting fiercely)
- (Graciela screams) - (men shouting)
- GRACIELA: Luis. - (groans)
(people screaming, clamoring)
(both grunting)
(men grunting)
(gasps)
(people screaming, clamoring)
- (coughing) - Luis.
Luis. Luis.
♪ ♪
(shallow gasping)
Help!
(in distance): Help!
Help! Help!
Help!
¡Ayuda!
Help! Help!
(Graciela shouts in Spanish)
- KHADIJAH: Mace? Mace? - Where are you?
Outside, pier three.
LUIS: Gracie.
(Luis grunts)
(panting)
MACE (over earpiece): I'm one mike out.
Box him in. Hold steady.
(sighs) He's made me.
- (grunts) - (people clamoring)
(tires squealing)
(angry shouting)
(shouts in French)
(gunshots)
(people clamoring)
(shouts in French)
♪ ♪
- He's heading to the boat. - MACE: I'm on him.
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(gunshots)
(groans)
(exhales)
(grunting)
(pained shout)
(gasps)
(grunts, shouts)
(mechanical whir)
(grunting)
(grunts)
(panting)
(bullets ricocheting)
(shouts in German)
(panting)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(faint police radio chatter)
- (siren wailing) - (urgent chatter)
(panting)
(speaking German)
(indistinct police radio chatter)
- MARIE: Hey! - (slaps car)
This is not DGSE headquarters.
It's a safe house.
No, I do not feel safe.
Do you want to wash off? I can get you a clean shirt.
Drink?
No, I... I need to call home.
No, wait. We don't know how deep this goes.
How deep your agency has been infiltrated.
No, I'm not talking about my agency.
I'm talking about my family.
(ringtone playing)
(dishes clinking)
(phone beeps)
Wrap it up.
(kisses)
Thank you.
What do you know about the drive?
Nothing.
Don't talk to me like I'm one of your children.
I'm an agent just like you.
I'm not an agent. I'm a psychologist.
I was sent here to analyze one of our agents.
What about the men you were with?
Did you analyze them?
I was doing what I was told to do by my agency.
Do you think I knew
they would turn around and try to shoot me?
- Hands! - You have ten seconds to put your gun down!
- Mace. - You have a new partner.
- You got the last one killed. - What are you talking about?
You're working with the Colombian?
You Americans are so stupid. Nine.
She was not working with him.
- Please put the guns down. - I would listen to her.
- Then by all means do. - Eight. Seven.
- We all want the same thing here. - No, we don't.
- Six. - Please.
- Five. - Four.
- Three. -Two. - One!
Go on. Go ahead.
Pull the trigger. Kill each other.
Listen, I get it.
You keep botching each other's ops.
I'd be pissed off, too, but the only way
we are gonna accomplish anything is if we join forces.
Are you crazy?
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
We have a common enemy.
I'm just suggesting you lower the guns long enough
for us to sort this out and get on with it.
Who are you?
Khadijah. MI6.
Marie, you've met Mace.
- How do you know my name? - We're spies, asshole.
I'm cyber intelligence.
Graciela.
That's how you pronounce it, right?
Look, what happened to you out there,
it's terrible.
What do you know about the drive?
She knows nothing about this.
Well...
that is not entirely true.
- What? - Luis put a tracker on it.
It's linked to his cell phone.
Hey! Slow.
- Go ahead. - How come you didn't tell me
anything about this before?
I didn't know if I could trust you.
- And now you do? - No, but I had no choice,
and I can't do this myself.
- KHADIJAH: It's encrypted. - No, no, it works.
He installed a fail-safe to your fingerprint.
I can't breach that.
The drive's on the move.
Headed southeast over the Atlantic.
- Middle East? - Due south.
Africa. Let me check.
Flight plans.
Morocco.
- Come on, let's go. - Oh, no.
I'm not going with you. I'm going home.
But we can't do this without your fingerprints.
That is not my problem.
Oh, it is if you want to keep them attached to your body.
I'm sorry. I have a family.
I'm not an agent. I'm a therapist.
- And this is really not for me. - MACE: All right, Graciela.
You know what else may not be for you?
Is explaining to your kids why the whole world is on fire
because the bad guys got ahold of the device before we did.
We're the only ones who can prevent that from happening.
- Sorry. - Okay, how 'bout this?
Those same guys are out there right now looking for you.
You go home, you bring them with you.
Graciela, we really need your help.
But more importantly, you need ours.
♪ ♪
Okay. I'm gonna need to make another phone call.
And I'm gonna need a new shirt.
Burners.
From now on.
No, I won't be home for dinner.
Just a little longer, babes.
(sighs)
No one to call?
You got him killed when you blew the op at the café.
Yeah. That's the thing with partners.
They get killed.
Or they kill you.
Is that some kind of threat?
Yes.
Yes, it is.
KHADIJAH: Yes, I'm safe.
Look, I have to go.
Talk to you later. Bye.
You lie to protect him?
You have children?
No.
It gets harder to lie.
♪ ♪
(busy chatter)
I've got satellite and surveillance on every angle.
Positive on the drive.
KHADIJAH (over earpiece): He's clean.
I'm not picking up any tails.
I'm on him.
KHADIJAH: We know he's armed.
He doesn't care about disturbing the crowd.
I really shouldn't be here for this part.
You just handle the phone. I'll handle the guns.
(sighs) Ay.
- I'm scared. - Good.
Only an idiot isn't scared.
(horn honks)
Package is heading north into the square.
(over earpiece): You have him boxed in from both sides.
You have direct angles to him.
You've got a window. Good to move in.
MACE: He's reaching for something.
Dij?
Was that a brush-past? Dij, you get that?
KHADIJAH: One sec. Let me look.
Our targets are heading in opposite directions.
MARIE: I'm not going to risk losing him.
- MACE: We need to split up. - Fine. You take the courier.
Let's go.
MACE: I have eyes on the new player.
I'll stay on him. Dij, how you doing?
KHADIJAH: Still confirming the handoff.
All my angles are blocked.
♪ ♪
(hushed): Gracie.
(grunting)
It's a kill box.
(knives stabbing)
KHADIJAH: Affirmative.
He made a handoff.
(over earpiece): Mace, your man has the drive.
MARIE: Four killers on the move.
They're going after the drive. We've got competition.
Take this.
- Take it. - You said I didn't have to do the gun stuff.
It changed. The plan changed. Take it.
♪ ♪
MACE: Dij, get me a visual on the building.
It's a hammam.
Perfect. I'll take him in there, away from the crowd.
How's a white woman gonna get in there unnoticed?
It's a men-only hammam.
I'm on my way.
Hey. You're not going in there alone.
And you're not going there at all.
The last time you went into an op alone...
Was the last time I was in the field.
Yes, I know.
There's no other play here, Mace.
How do I look?
Hasn't been my experience with him.
("Dima Labes" by Klay BBJ and Rayan playing over speakers)
He's heading east.
♪ ♪
MACE: Get out of there. There's three more coming in.
(door closes)
Dij?
(grunting)
He must have made us in the market.
Using this place as a cut-through to shake us off.
MACE: You guys have eyes on the package?
Affirmative.
But we're not the only ones who do.
(kids clamoring)
(silenced gunshots)
MARIE: One down. That leaves three.
We need to stop them before they get to him.
We've got to find them in this crowd.
One second.
(phones ringing)
Hello?
(men speaking Arabic)
(phones continue ringing)
Those two, not answering their phones.
They must be on a closed network.
MACE: We've got two headed east towards the main square.
MARIE: Package is headed in the same direction.
(silenced gunshot)
MACE: Another down.
I have one on the rooftop.
Taking high position to hit him.
Mace.
(silenced gunshots)
MACE: Just one left.
- (silenced gunshots) - (grunts)
♪ ♪
- It's too exposed. - Maybe we could...
MARIE: We don't know if there are any more men out there.
- We could go into one of those... - We need clear angles.
Checking the exits.
Hello. I'm trying to say something.
- Not now, Gracie. - Yes, now!
Why do you have to be exposed?
You don't.
♪ ♪
(speaking Arabic frantically)
KHADIJAH: This system is...
(sighs) These algorithms are beyond anything I've ever seen.
Next generation zero-day data set.
Parallel infinity-bit encryption systems.
- I mean... - So this is...?
- Poetic. - I'll call it in.
Why would your agency get the drive?
What does it matter? We hand it over, we're done.
Look, we have a station in Rabat.
I can get a guy here in an hour.
Where is your closest man?
Come on, trust me.
- I knew you'd get it done. - I had a little help.
Joint-force effort.
I'll contact your agencies.
You'll have commendations waiting for you back home.
(sighs)
And the investigation into me?
It's officially closed.
Wheels up in two hours.
(door opens)
It was your first time, you stayed alive,
- and that's the achievement. Cheers. - (women chuckle)
("Ya Lili" by Balti and Hamouda playing)
I remember my first time.
Barely a year out of the Army.
Stationed in Pakistan.
I was on a surveillance detection run in Pindi.
I realized I had someone on me.
God, I was so nervous.
You know how those roads are: total darkness,
stuff coming out of nowhere.
- All of a sudden... - (slaps table)
I run 35 miles an hour straight into a cow.
- (laughter) - Nearly killed me.
What about the cow?
My first official agency kill.
(laughter)
What was your first time?
You don't want to hear about it.
You definitely want to hear about it.
(sighs)
Tell us.
- Okay. - (Mace chuckles)
I was tracing intel on a phone,
and I geolocated it to a detention site in Afghanistan,
which didn't make any sense
because they don't exactly allow phones in there, so...
But there was this one gentleman
who had hidden it in a secure location.
- GRACIELA: In his...? - Up his bum.
- (laughter) - MARIE: No way.
- All the way up there. - (groans)
I'll never forget it. Nokia 8850.
Long and slim.
You cannot imagine
the stench that emanated from that chipset.
(laughs)
I've been attached to my hand sanitizer ever since.
(laughs) Okay, I'm done eating.
Hey, what about you? When was your first?
(sighs)
Come on, now. We showed you ours.
Name, age, nationality.
(clears throat) Walter.
He was German, and, um, I was 15.
You were 15?
I came down the stairs from my room,
and I heard my father speak Russian.
I never knew he could speak Russian.
I didn't know those men were KGB, but I knew they were bad.
He was washing blood off his hands, and, um...
there was a body on the floor.
So you turned in your own father?
Yep.
Are you in therapy?
Hmm.
I should be.
Yeah.
I think, I think you should.
I know this is no consolation,
but I just have to say that you are,
without a doubt...
...the most...
...screwed-up of us all.
(laughter)
(laughs): Yes.
True.
Cheers to that.
Oh, no. We need another round.
Or like ten. All for you.
Thanks.
NEWSWOMAN: ...to secure their airspaces,
as reports are coming in of a...
(quiet thump)
♪ ♪
(footstep)
(grunting)
I'm not here for you.
Can you turn that up?
- (TV volume increases) - NEWSWOMAN: Air towers have
multiple fail-safes, backup power sources,
so the FAA is investigating what went wrong.
Even with the power outage
- to the whole of the city of Lisbon... - Dij.
NEWSWOMAN: ...there should have been redundancies to prevent
this kind of malfunction.
All planes experienced the outage
that caused them to crash.
Phone.
NEWSWOMAN: Officials have yet to make a statement,
but many believe this may have been a terrorist attack.
So, six passenger planes so far
and two more still missing we've yet to locate.
There should have been
fail-safes, backup power sources...
Tracker's been turned off.
Shit.
Answer.
Answer the phone, Marks.
♪ ♪
MACE: He's here.
MARIE: Sh...
Strip the place. Search it!
Gracie. Lock the door!
The drive's gone.
(Khadijah shushing)
We have something.
MARIE: What?
KHADIJAH: Company.
They're already here.
♪ ♪
Gracie, get back.
(gasps)
(whimpering)
Mace?
We didn't do this. We found him dead.
Put your guns down or we will fire.
- (whimpers) - You're making a big mistake.
The only mistake that we ever made
was not putting you in a cage when we had the chance.
Listen to me, Grady. Don't be an idiot.
- This doesn't track! - No?
No!
Marks was here investigating you,
and now he's dead.
And you happen to be standing with
the very people who killed your teammate.
Well, I'd say it's tracking pretty well for me.
Fine. What's my motive?
I don't know. I don't care. Money.
- Come on! - Power? I don't care.
Put your guns down!
I've got four more agents out on the street.
I counted six.
But thanks for the tip.
(device beeps, whirs)
- (gunfire) - (men grunting)
(Graciela gasps, screams)
(panting)
(sighs) You have no idea how much goddamn trouble you're in.
Oh, yeah, I do.
♪ ♪
MACE: Come on, Gracie.
Let's go.
I'm sorry.
I cannot do this anymore.
I have two children, and I'm going home.
You're never gonna see your family again if you don't move.
I am a normal person.
I can't do this.
-I'm... I'm not made for this.
- I told you. - Hey!
Listen to me, Gracie.
There are six officers coming up the stairs right now.
When they blow through that door,
you do not want to be on the other side of it.
(panting)
♪ ♪
Three more on me! Come on!
Check the bodies!
AGENT: They're alive.
They're not in here.
Place is clear.
(phone beeps)
MACE: Hey.
We're ready to go.
Marie, we got to move.
Ready.
So you got ahold of your boss.
- He did what they all do. - Hey.
Are you under control?
Are you?
No.
- Let's go. - (taps arm)
♪ ♪
So now what?
We have no information.
How do we go forward?
KHADIJAH: We don't go forward.
We go back.
♪ ♪
(keys clink)
Sit down.
He declines to answer.
That is not what I said.
Oh, you speak English. Great. Enough of that.
Yassine, the fact that you're not dead
means that somebody's protecting you.
There are two ways we can go about this
but only one outcome.
We're going to get what we want.
We can do it the easy way or we can do it the hard way.
You decide.
We know you don't care about the cause.
You just care about the cash.
And you damn well know that your friends don't give a shit
about you now that you've been caught.
So it's just us, right here, right now.
We are the only ones who can help you.
Allah will protect me.
KHADIJAH: What is it that Allah says about
killing a believer?
"Whoever kills a believer intentionally,
his recompense is hell, where..."
BOTH: "...he will abide eternally."
That package you were delivering is very dangerous.
Many people will die if you don't help us find it.
Believers. Innocent people.
What do you know about it?
I cannot tell you that.
Okay, story time's over.
(shouts, screams)
MARIE: That's your femoral artery.
- You're going to bleed to death in about two minutes. - No.
If we put that tourniquet on it, you'll live.
But if we don't, you'll die.
Please.
- Save me please. - I won't be a part of this.
- YASSINE: Please. - Starting to feel dizzy?
Save yourself.
If you kill me, you have nothing.
That's true.
But if you live, we also have nothing,
so based on those two options...
Do you mean to die for this?
(panting)
MARIE: That light you're seeing...
you're about to lose consciousness.
Okay! Okay, I'll tell you!
(stammers)
There is an auction in two days.
Why would there be an auction
- if they already have it? - The-the planes,
the blackout, that was, um...
- (speaks Arabic) - Advertisement.
Yes, yes. To-to... to show people what-what it can do.
- Now everybody wants it. - Where's the auction?
Shanghai.
Li Na Auction House.
Please stop me bleeding. Please, please.
(Yassine groaning)
(screams)
(panting)
You should've picked the easy way.
ELIJAH: We had a team of men there
to guarantee delivery.
Are you telling me that you've lost the package
to a harem of women in headscarves?
I have shorted the markets from Nikkei to Wall Street.
I want those women dead.
And I want that drive in my hand.
Otherwise, the next delivery will be a bullet to your head.
Do you understand?
MARIE: Can't sleep?
Occupational hazard.
Like a family vacation.
I wouldn't know.
(sighs) Me neither.
Get some rest. You'll need it.
♪ ♪
(phone beeps)
What'd you tell him?
That I'd be a bit longer.
And what'd he say?
He hasn't been sleeping well.
Without me.
That's real love, huh?
That's real life, Mace.
James Bond never has to deal with real life.
James Bond always ends up alone.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
- Coffee? - Thank you.
Okay, here's the plan.
They're setting up for the auction.
There'll be security on all sides.
The best way in is through the front.
In there is a closed system.
I've tried to get in remotely, but I need physical access.
Once we're all inside,
I can get into the cameras, power, security systems
and steer you the rest of the way through.
You'll have cameras in your jewelry,
comms in your earrings.
We'll be connected at all times.
♪ ♪
GRACIELA: How do we get past the front door?
KHADIJAH: I can get us on the list.
- Thank you. - It's Anderson. Yeah.
...Z-L-R...
KHADIJAH: Now, the event is a legitimate auction
for ancient art and artifacts.
But it's just a cover for the real proximity auction
taking place on the dark net on their phones.
Silent, invite-only.
That's where the real bidding for the drive
will be taking place.
That drive will be hidden in one of the items for sale.
- Which one? - I don't know yet.
So, we'll have to rely on your... social skills.
I'll need you to make new friends
to I.D. the item.
This list is like half the CIA's most wanted.
KHADIJAH: When it goes up for auction,
I'll create a diversion, you grab it and go.
♪ ♪
- (women chattering) - Help me. I can't...
Why isn't it opening?
(woman grunts)
Okay, I'm in position.
Gray hair, between the two statues.
He's emitting two signals,
and he's focusing too much on that program.
(lively chatter)
I'll spill my drink on him.
- Where'd you learn that move? - (over earpiece): Paris.
Enemy agent. Ruined my favorite dress.
If that was your favorite dress,
she really did you a favor.
- (both gasp) - Oh, no!
- I'm okay. - Oh, no. I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
(hushed): God, this is so uncomfortable.
It itches so much.
(sighs)
A woman such as yourself should never be alone.
KHADIJAH: Gracie, say "thank you." Flirt.
Thank you.
(whispers): I'm no good at flirting.
Luckily, I am.
KHADIJAH: Okay, your friend's name is Pyotr Khasanov.
Chechen billionaire.
Just act interested.
Don't think of it as seduction. Think of it as deduction.
He's just a patient with a problem.
Find it.
What brings you here? Are you a collector of art?
I'm a collector of... many things.
Ooh.
♪ ♪
(both laughing)
MACE: Here you go.
It really is a very nice suit.
- Thank you. - Good as new.
Thank you.
MACE: I'm scouting out front.
I'm just checking something out.
He didn't get past the third page.
Okay, there's five items on that page, Gracie.
Painting, mirror, dagger, dragon's head, vase.
What is it you like?
Painting seems too boring... no surprises.
I do like to be surprised.
Ancient weapons?
No. You seem like a man of the future.
And I have a feeling you have enough weapons already.
What did you say your name was?
I thought you liked surprises.
Which means an antique mirror
wouldn't be right for you either since you already know
- what you're gonna see in it. - (chuckles)
His eyes are dilating. He's more interested in you.
It's not the mirror.
PYOTR: I like this game.
Mm, yes. You do like games, don't you?
Well, the game is not over.
I still don't know what you're here for.
A dragon's head.
A symbol of power.
Perhaps.
Hmm.
Buena suerte.
Wait. Where are you going? The game's not over.
It's in the vase.
Mace, everyone's in position.
The auction's about to begin.
Rolling back to you. (gasps)
Hi.
You're alive.
Bloody hell.
It's good to see you, Mace.
Come here.
Oh, my God.
(sighs)
I don't understand.
Hey, Khadij.
I'd like to see her alone now.
Hey, what-what is this? What is your op?
- Mace... - Why didn't the Agency tell me what was going on?
There's no op. Things changed.
♪ ♪
MI SHENG (over speakers): Welcome.
(speaks Mandarin)
Thank you all for attending.
I will be hosting tonight's auction.
I'm not getting anything on the host.
MI SHENG: Please take your seats.
We are about to begin.
AUCTIONEER: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
We begin tonight's auction
with this Chinese painting from the third century.
We will begin our auction at 8,000.
- We're in position. - Do I have 8,000?
- 8,000... - Where's Mace?
KHADIJAH: Following a lead.
Uh...
I've lost access to the network.
I'm compromised. Someone's hacking me back.
I need to reposition, baseline my gear.
Give me 15 seconds. Do not move.
AUCTIONEER: 17,000, 18.
Any more? 19. Do I have 20?
As soon as they wheel that thing out,
we need to make a move.
No. She said to stay here.
She can't kill the lights.
(panting)
(grunts)
You're working with murderers?
And you're not?
How many people have the CIA assassinated?
How many states have they toppled?
How many wars have they started?
You're on your own now, right?
Off the grid? On the run?
How does it feel?
Tell me.
How does it feel to be free?
MI SHENG: The next item is a 13th century vase
from the Chinese Yuan dynasty.
I'm not losing that drive again.
MI SHENG: We will start the bidding
at 100,000 U.S. dollars.
AUCTIONEER: 100,000. 110, 20. 130,000.
130, 140. Thank you.
Any more bids from the phones?
(whispers): Khadijah, are we back in?
I'm into the cameras, but I can't get in the lights.
Looks like the real bidding's started, though.
The hardest thing about all this, Mace,
was thinking I'd never see you again.
Wow.
This is an angle.
I can't believe you're trying to work me.
If I didn't want you to see me, you wouldn't have seen me.
Oh, you didn't want me to see you in Paris, did you?
You wanted me to think that you were dead.
Yeah, so you were clean. I did that for you.
For me? Uh-huh.
Without any regard to how it would make me feel.
How did it make you feel?
Bitter.
You're still wearing this ring.
The bidding's over a hundred mil.
What's it gonna be, Mace?
Come with me.
♪ ♪
MACE: I need this back.
Always such a tough guy.
Okay. Keep her here out of the way.
(speaking Romanian)
(grunting)
(choking)
- WOMAN: 300,000. - AUCTIONEER: We have 300,000.
- Any more from the phones? - 350,000.
- AUCTIONEER: Thank you, sir. - (crowd gasps)
Any more on 350?
- Anyone willing to give me more? - Who's that?
- AUCTIONEER: Do I have any higher bids? - A ghost.
AUCTIONEER: Fair warning with you, sir.
- MAN: 500,000. - (crowd gasps)
AUCTIONEER: Half a million.
Currently at $500,000,
- ladies and gentlemen. - We're gonna lose it.
We have to move.
If the drive is in that vase,
I can tag the electronic signature.
But you'll have to get closer.
We can tag it, tail it, and then we can make a move
as soon as it's clear.
- AUCTIONEER: Do I have... - A million.
- (crowd murmuring) - AUCTIONEER: One million.
One million U.S. dollars with the gentleman.
KHADIJAH: He's just bid
$300 million online.
I have a way to get closer.
AUCTIONEER: Any further bids on the phones?
It is now or never.
GRACIELA: Did you get what you wanted?
AUCTIONEER: This is the last bid.
- Now I did. - (chuckles)
AUCTIONEER: One million and one, anyone?
He's at half a billion dollars.
AUCTIONEER: The gavel is up.
She's too exposed.
You're not close enough, Gracie.
AUCTIONEER: Going once.
Shall we go?
Going twice.
Going three times and...
...sold.
Got it.
AUCTIONEER: Highest bidder with the gentleman.
- Oh, so sorry. - Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
Actually, she's with me.
Thank you.
Sorry.
♪ ♪
KHADIJAH: The package is rolling to a back area.
I'm on a balcony, first hall southeast of the auction.
Marie, meet me here. Gracie, meet us outside.
(man grunting)
(Mace grunting fiercely)
(choking)
♪ ♪
Let's show the people at home what they won.
(door closes)
500 million's a lot of money, even for the guy I represent.
Just want to make sure it works.
- (whirring) - KHADIJAH: The package is in
an office two halls away.
Security?
The buyer has a team. The seller has an army.
(sighs) What do we have?
Please don't say "each other."
Acetone. Hydrogen peroxide.
Your file says demolitions.
Can you make this work?
We will require the full fee
- before you leave. - Of course.
(men chattering)
♪ ♪
(glass crackling)
- (explosion) - (men screaming)
(alarm wailing)
NICK: What's that?
- (alarm continues wailing) - (Mace grunting fiercely)
(Marie grunts)
(guns racking)
(phone ringing)
- (crowd clamoring) - (alarm continues wailing)
Down there, to the left.
(men shouting in Mandarin)
(shouting continues)
- (Mi Sheng speaks Mandarin) - (shouting stops)
Drop your weapons.
Both of you.
(Marie sighs)
Go.
- (crowd clamoring) - (alarm continues wailing)
- MACE: Nick! - (sirens wailing in distance)
(panting)
I'm going with you.
I see Mace.
Khadijah.
(groans)
The only place I'll join you is hell.
Shoot me.
And I'll have him fire into the crowd.
- Can't do it, can you? - (sighs)
(tires squealing)
Shit.
Mace!
(panting)
- What are you doing? - Mace, what happened to you?
Mace.
- (sirens wailing) - (tires squealing)
(officers shouting in Mandarin)
- Let's get out! - Let's get out of here!
Get in.
Come with me.
(officers continue shouting)
I can treat her wounds where we're going.
And where are we going?
Who are you?
My name is Lin Mi Sheng.
I work for the Ministry.
It's nice to finally meet.
(door rumbling and creaking)
MACE: I'm fine.
Easy.
(gasps) Yeah.
Would anyone like tea?
I have a wide assortment of herbs.
What the hell is going on?
We were hoping the CIA would secure the drive in Paris.
When that didn't happen, it was essential we reclaim it
before it fell into the wrong hands.
♪ ♪
My father convinced our bosses
that this could be a larger opportunity.
What kind of opportunity?
MI SHENG: I believe you met Pyotr Khasanov.
If he can disrupt oil production in the Middle East,
his profits will skyrocket.
Raza Magodosh.
Freelance from Dubai.
He promises disruption to any state willing to pay for it.
This one is a front for the Iranians.
This gentleman is an international mercenary
specializing in Central Africa.
There are many rogue players today.
This was an opportunity to collect information on them.
So this was all some kind of fishing expedition?
Selling deadly intel to the highest bidder
just to see who's out there bidding?
We sold them nothing.
What?
The drive is right here.
(keypad beeping)
You killed Marks for that.
You knocked out the power?
The planes?
No.
Marks did.
He was working with Nick.
MARKS: But if you were to go out on your own,
I could understand how that might happen.
I knew you'd get it done.
MI SHENG: I stopped him before they could do more.
They were working for this man, Elijah Clarke,
a known financier for international terror groups.
The drive is safe now.
The world is safe.
You'll all be going home soon.
It's done.
Told you I'd get it.
Yeah, you did.
Where's my cut?
Of course. Your cut.
(scoffs softly)
We had a deal.
I got you the drive.
No, you didn't.
You got me a decoy, a $500 million paperweight.
They must have swapped.
(cries out)
They must have swapped it.
(groans)
(panting)
(phone buzzing)
- Hey. - KHADIJAH: Hey, it's me.
Listen, I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner.
It couldn't be helped. I don't know what else to say.
I get it. I just, um...
You know, I just wanted to know you're okay.
Well, I'm fine.
I can handle myself, you know.
I didn't say you couldn't.
I'm on the first flight back.
The sooner I get off this phone,
the faster I can wrap up and get on that plane.
Well, I wouldn't want to keep you.
I didn't mean it like that.
No, I get it.
I'm sorry.
I'm looking forward to being home, too.
Really?
(speaking Arabic)
I'll see you soon.
See you soon.
(chuckles softly)
Hola, mami.
(boy babbling happily)
♪ ♪
You were dreaming.
(Mace sighs)
You were having a bad dream.
Your dream was about how you didn't see the signs, right?
When you live a life of lies,
it's hard to know what's true and what isn't.
I thought I knew.
I was in control my whole life.
I took care of myself because...
...I didn't have anybody.
I got used to that life.
It made me really, really good...
...at this life.
I'm sorry you were betrayed.
(sighs)
I know what that feels like.
Mm-mm.
Maybe you should.
(sniffs)
Mmm.
(sniffles)
(sighs)
(inhales sharply)
Thank you.
(chuckles softly)
(pained groan)
MI SHENG: Can I help you?
Mm. Hoping for some of that tea.
I'm starting to feel my face again.
Chinese herbs have many qualities.
This will end your pain forever.
Let me find something a little less strong.
So what'd you give 'em?
You have the drive. You gave them something else.
We gave them something close.
That was a dangerous thing to do.
That's what we do.
Right?
We put ourselves in danger...
...so that others are not.
We all look different, speak different,
but we are the same.
Thank you.
MI SHENG: Strange how something so beautiful can be so deadly.
The way these containers are set up...
There's no safeguard for them yet.
(sighs)
(screams)
(men shouting in Romanian)
- MAN: Hands up! - (grunting)
(bottle shatters)
- Clear! - (chatter in Romanian)
(panting)
MAN: Clear! Everything's clear here!
MAN 2: That's all of them, boss.
Well, I guess this is hell.
Uh-uh.
Drop it.
Stop trying to figure a way out of this and do as you're told.
(knife clatters on floor)
Where's the drive?
I took a beating from my boss for you.
You can be damn sure the next blood won't be mine.
Get 'em over there.
Move.
Move over there. Move.
Go ahead.
(gasps)
GRACIELA: No, no, no.
Not my family. No.
My babies. No, please. No.
- No, no, no. - All the people that matter most to you.
Except for you, Mace.
You don't have anybody besides your friends here.
We understand you're upset, Nick.
- We can talk about this. - I'm gonna ask you again.
Where's the drive?
- (screams) - (gasps)
Where's the drive?
(breath trembling)
- Shoot him. -No. - (silenced gunshot)
- (grunts) - (gasps)
- NICK: Where's the drive? - Wait.
- Where's the drive?! - They've got nothing to do with it.
- Shoot him. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
(sobs): No!
(Khadijah cries)
NICK: Where's the drive?
(sobs, mumbles)
(crying): My babies, no.
Please do something.
NICK: Just so we all understand each other here,
I just brokered a sale that turned out
to be bad intel to some people who'd kill
- everyone you've ever known... - Please do something.
- ...to get their hands on that data. - Please give it to them!
- Give it to them! - So if I don't get it
- before the end of this sentence... - Give it to them!
...then that nice woman's gonna lose that nice little family!
MACE: Stop! Stop!
(panting)
Stop it, Nick.
(sobbing)
We'll give it to you, okay?
May... (pants)
- May I stand? - NICK: No, you may not.
Where is it?
(sobs softly)
(sniffles)
Thank you. Now you may stand.
You're coming with me. I want to make sure it's legit.
(gasps)
Now let her family go.
(Graciela crying)
Please let them go. Please, please.
Let 'em go.
(crying continues)
It's done.
(crying continues)
(sighs)
They're safe, okay? They're safe.
GRACIELA: Please, please. My babies.
(crying continues)
(crying softly)
MACE: I'm so sorry.
(engine starts)
Can you turn that off please? (sniffles)
(mouse clicking)
♪ ♪
Mace.
I didn't do anything.
Wait a minute.
It's her glasses.
She's telling us where to go.
Right.
Dijah, what are you doing?
- (mouse clicking) - The job.
No, you're not in the right frame of mind for this.
You need to go home, Khadijah.
Get out my way.
Dijah, go home.
Home?
(sobbing)
(typing)
KHADIJAH: Nanjing Road.
Six miles west from here.
Look.
It's a hotel.
Here. Suite. 3004.
We can access it from the rooms above and below.
How do we know they're empty?
They will be.
I found something.
Right.
♪ ♪
(siren wailing in distance)
How much longer is it gonna take?
(sighs softly)
The encryption has multiple fail-safes.
It takes time.
You're running out of it.
I'm sorry that you're here.
This is my fault.
I brought all of this into your life.
No, you didn't.
He did.
You don't have to apologize for him, Mace.
We always do that, right?
We think everything is our fault.
You didn't bring this into my life.
All you did was trust the wrong guy.
It's not your fault.
That's what therapists always say.
I'm not a therapist right now.
(Nick sighs)
KHADIJAH: Four guards in the main room.
Six in the street.
Five minutes, this will be ready to blow.
Mace, how's it going?
- (whirring) - I need some more time.
I can't, I can't get an angle on it.
She's almost done with the decryption.
(over earpiece): Got five percent to go.
We're not gonna make it, Mace.
Okay!
GRACIELA: What are you doing?
Taking the elevator.
The elevator is the other way.
Mace, don't do this.
(wind whistling)
♪ ♪
We have one minute max.
I need more time.
(panting)
(grunts)
NICK: We'll take it from here.
Please show our guest out.
They're taking her out. We have to move right now.
♪ ♪
I need more time to run the wire
- to the det cord. - We don't have it.
(grunting)
- (glass crashes) - (man screams)
- (objects crash) - (man grunts)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
KHADIJAH: Three seconds.
(men screaming, grunting)
(grunting)
(panting)
(grunts)
(man shouts)
♪ ♪
(elevator bell dings)
- GRACIELA: Hi. - (man speaks German)
Sorry.
(traditional Chinese music playing over speakers)
(man shouts in Romanian)
(man shouts)
(shouts)
(elevator bell dings)
Sorry. This is me.
(gunfire continues)
I'm out!
(man shouting in Romanian)
A few more coming through the front door.
(man speaks Romanian)
♪ ♪
(panting)
(lock beeps)
Incoming!
(screams)
(gunfire)
MAN: You two, on me!
- Come on, let's go! - (men shouting)
Move! Move!
(panting)
(groaning)
(groans)
It's jammed.
(grunting)
(gunfire continues)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
Why didn't you come with me? Huh?
(grunting)
MARIE: Mace!
(gunfire continues)
(panting): I got it.
(gunshot)
- (grunts) - No!
- (groaning)
(gunshot)
(panting)
That was... that was good shooting, Gracie.
KHADIJAH: Here.
Yeah.
(groaning)
(grunts softly)
(men shouting in Mandarin)
(grunting)
(shouting continues)
(panting)
(speaks Mandarin)
(chatter continues in Mandarin)
♪ ♪
(door opens, closes)
Put a hit out on me.
A man must cover his tracks.
Yeah, he does.
I have ten men outside.
You had ten men.
Just you and me now.
♪ ♪
You were beaten by a bunch of girls.
Should have killed them when you had the chance.
They're next.
You're now.
One reason.
Give me one reason you keep breathing.
I'll give you a hundred million reasons
if you carry on working for me.
I'm good.
♪ ♪
Boss, new mission brief.
It's wheels up in three hours.
What about Mace and her friends?
Ah, we're still working on it,
but they can't run forever, right?
I mean, sooner or later, they got to give up.
You don't know Mace.
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- (keys clink) - MACE: Nice place.
I knew you'd show up eventually.
If you knew I was gonna show up, one wonders why you didn't
spend a little bit more on a better security system.
You presume I didn't want you to get in.
You want a drink?
Ice?
You know I never take ice.
Such a tough guy.
One could ask how is it you're not behind bars.
But a better question is:
How'd you get the Agency to promote you?
- It's not much of a mystery. - No?
Because you were brokering a deal to sell
highly classified information the last time I checked.
If you think Marks and I are the only ones that got wise...
then you never really knew who you were working for.
That explains why I'm on the run.
Well, you broke a lot of rules, Mace.
So did your friends.
You can't expect the guys in charge to suck that up.
Because we're not as useful as you are?
(scoffs)
Hey, Nick, remember that story
that they told us about in training?
Washington's female spy.
During the Revolution. Agent 355's what they called her.
'Cause they didn't know her name.
Mm, someone knew her name.
They just didn't want the world to know it.
You're mad because I'm on the payroll and you're on the run.
It's not right, is it?
The world's not right, Mace.
(chuckles softly)
The world's changing.
(Nick clicks tongue)
You okay?
Yeah. (clears throat)
Maybe I just need some food.
Yeah.
A full day betraying all that's best in humanity
really does take it out of you, doesn't it?
Wow.
It's a reunion.
Sorry about shooting you.
Hmm. It's okay.
I survived.
Not sure you will.
(chuckles softly)
What is this?
Ancient Chinese poison.
MACE: Legend says it's collected by sealing snakes,
scorpions and centipedes in a jar,
forcing them to fight and devour each other.
Sort of like the way you see the world, Nick.
(chuckles softly)
It was the ice.
Yeah.
Heard you were looking for us, so here we are.
Figured, just like old times, I'd do the work for you.
Thanks for everything you taught me, Nick.
A girl really does need a guy to explain it all to her.
But I'll take it from here.
Killing me is not gonna change anything.
I know.
I'm not gonna kill you, Nick.
But you're gonna wish that I had.
I have a team coming to lock you in a cell
on the other side of the world,
where you'll spend the rest of your life.
You're not the only one with contacts.
And I'm not alone anymore.
(whispers): Mace.
♪ ♪
See ya, Nick.
(Graciela sighs)
He was right.
Our agencies are corrupt.
Everything's corrupt.
Look at them. (sighs)
Taking a walk.
Living their lives feeling safe.
They'll never know how close they came to losing it all.
And they'll never know who saved them.
We've been erased.
Made invisible.
Hasta nunca. Good luck.
I'll miss you, Dij.
Yes, you will.
Until the next social call.
Until the next.
♪ ♪
MACE: Want to grab a drink?
(sighs) Not really.
Me neither.
So, I, um...
MACE: Oh, yeah.
Okay.
Hey, Marie.
Bye.
("Boys Wanna Be Her" by Peaches playing)
I doubt it.
♪ ♪
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(song ends)
♪ ♪
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