- You alone? - Yeah.
- You sure? - Yeah. As sure as I can be.
All right, so talk to me. Talk to me about the safe house.
What's to tell? The team came to pick you up...
...and ran into a street full of toe tags.
It was well-planned.
- They had a lot of good information. - I'm doing background checks.
People are asking a lot of questions about you, Griff.
What? If I can be trusted?
They're worried about your procedures.
- Is the girl safe? - I'm the safest thing she's got.
She's the only thing you got. Your ass is on the line.
If I wanted to disappear, I would've been gone a long time ago.
How do you wanna do this?
I'll grab Cominski, we get the hell out of Dodge.
You pick the flight. Just you. Nobody else.
- Flint's not gonna like this. - Flint's not getting shot at, is he?
- What happened to Dimitru? - Don't worry about Dimitru.
You just focus on this.
They say before you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
My life flashes before me every day. I've died a thousand deaths.
Okay, sweetie, why don't you greet our guests.
We need the girl alive.
Room 18.
Griffith, what was that?
There goes our deposit for room 18.
Time to go.
What's it like to kill?
You aim the gun, then pull the trigger.
Get up, Griff.
Nadia?
Get after him.
Looks like your friend screwed us. Or is suicide part of your plan?
- We were nearly killed. - Nearly doesn't count.
Keep your head down.
Better find a place to hold up for tonight.
Dinner, entertainment, then back to your place.
You know how to impress a girl, Griffith.
I like to make a good impression on a first date.
Keep your head down.
What do you do on a second date?
I don't get too many second dates.
This is Ana Komancz, TQ V TV.
Under terror alert. A bomb has exploded in a Bucharest motel.
The police are looking for a black man and a woman...
...seen running from the scene.
I don't believe this. Now we got a terrorist in our own organization.
Talk to Dimitru.
I want everything he's got on Bostanescu.
All right.
- What do you got? - Nothing, to be honest.
Pickup team is clean. Everybody involved is basically clean.
There's a few tax evasions and a little undeclared earnings...
...but certainly nothing to sell out over.
I want you to check into...
Hang on a second.
You have got to be fucking joking me.
You want a ticket back to the show, you have to break a few eggs.
I understand. But that is exactly how I got thrown out of the Hill.
Just do it. And keep it under your hat.
You still don't trust me?
I'm beginning to think you like bondage more than you should.
- Any movement? - Not even his bowels.
You got somebody covering the back?
All right. Tell them we're going to the front door.
- We're going after Dimitru. - Stay there.
We're in position.
Who the hell are you?
Where the fuck is Dimitru?
I have had just about enough bullshit for one day.
That looks bad.
Very admirable, you coming here instead of going to hospital.
Good boy. That's family for you.
He ambushed us.
All of you? One man ambushed all of you?
- Where is she? - I don't know.
I don't know.
Do you know what hardest thing is for owner to do?
To accept when one of his players has become a liability to the team.
Your mother will weep.
Find her.
Please. Please.
Don't be so stupid. I'm the only friend you got.
I fucking call you, they show up. How does that happen?
I had to tell someone.
- Who? - Flint.
- Why? - Because. Because I have a job.
I have a career. A fucking pension and a family.
I'm not a cowboy like you. There's a chain of command.
Goddamn it, I'm in the system.
- I'm sorry. - Oh, you're sorry?
You're sorry? Sorry, you get something on Flint.
What, he's gonna drop to his knees and confess? He's a CIA station chief.
- I need evidence. - Then you get some.
All right.
Dimitru gave us the slip.
And how the hell did he do that?
He had a decoy at the house, then they pulled the switch.
What about Bostanescu, we got something on him or not?
What do you want me to do, arrest him without a witness or evidence...
...on Cowboy Johnny's word?
Have you been outside this week? They'd lynch us.
His soccer team is playing in the national playoff...
...tomorrow at his stadium. You do know that, don't you?
This is not looking good in Washington.
I don't need you to remind me of that, Agent Shepard.
I may work here, but I'm not from here.
Call me if and when Griffith contacts you.
Don't run off.
Still afraid I might do that.
How could I ever live without you?
Be careful, Griffith. You're in danger of being nice to me.
Lucky me.
My life has been a real blast ever since we met.
I have the feeling your life was like that before you met me.
Not every day.
What can I do to help?
I'm not very good at stealing cars or making bombs...
...but I can put some food together.
Great.
So, what's the story with this friend? I'm not very impressed so far.
I got kicked out of the CIA because of him. He owes me one.
We'll give him until the morning to sort things out...
...and then we'll take off, back to New York.
Why do you have to go to court?
Somebody died and they wanna blame it on me.
Who died?
A man.
A very bad man...
...that I was supposed to get next to and get some information.
Isn't that your job?
Yeah, well, he found out some information too.
About his wife, about me.
So he shot her.
And you shot him.
Why are you taking all these risks to protect me?
It's in the blood.
Father was a cop. He told me life is about choices.
You make a choice, you pick a side.
You pick a side, you protect it with your life.
Besides, who would I have to argue with if I gave you up?
You should be nice to me, anyway, because I'm cooking for you.
- Shepard. - Shepard, it's Mitchel.
I think they're onto me. I've had to get out of the building.
Can you meet me at the casino in 20 minutes, on Forksal 19?
I'll be there.
I've got all that. I need more. I need it all.
I can't trust anyone.
I need your help.
This guy is in it up to his neck. Listen to this.
Bostanescu has been paying off Flint.
Bostanescu owns Flint?
Take my word for it. Everything I found is on this disk.
- Do you have another copy of this? - Yeah, of course.
- It's good work. - Fuck "good work," Shepard.
I don't want a merit badge.
I just want you to get this guy before he has me killed, understand?
- Take it easy, Mitchel. - No, you take it easy, okay?
Go play your goon games or whatever you feel you need to do...
...just catch these guys, okay? - All right.
- Okay. - And, Shepard, watch your back.
Thank you.
- Give me the disk. - What disk?
This is real... I...
I almost feel normal.
Do you think I will ever have a normal life?
With 30 million?
Sure.
Look, we're gonna get through this.
This time tomorrow, you'll start a whole new life.
You won't be in that life, will you?
Well, that's just not smart.
Stupid and dangerous.
I doubt those things have stopped you before.
You have a whole lot of confidence in me, don't you?
Looks like the man of the house is my size.
Looks like the woman of the house is my size too.
Which one are you going to wear?
I haven't decided.
What about running away with 30 mil?
You figure out a way of finding her...
...or you'll find yourself in a sticky situation, my friend.
Jozef.
You have a big game tomorrow.
We should get out of that other thing.
We have almost everything we need.
Your team, you worked so hard for them.
After they win tomorrow...
...we'll go to the world championships in America.
I can hear them singing now. All their voices.
My countrymen pushing us on.
I don't give fuck about the Americans.
My team will be there, I will make half a billion dollars, cash.
Shit. Call my cell phone.
What's the time?
It's time to go.
Just tell me, whatever happens, you believe in me.
I believe in you.
You know, you should do that more often.
Make me.
- Have you got any children? - What?
Have you got any children?
- Not yet. - Everything we do in life...
...is for the children.
I'll shower.
And good morning from the Lia Manoliu National Stadium.
In a few hours, on this field, will begin...
...the much-anticipated final battle of the season...
...and we will see who the champions will be.
What the f...? How the...?
Thank you for calling, Nadia.
Why?
- So where are we going? - To the football game.
There's nothing in the world worth dying for, especially a woman.
She screwed you. She killed her husband.
She made sure Bostanescu was in the house in New York...
...made a dinner, then sliced Victor's throat with a wire.
And escaped with 30 million dollars.
- She is smart. - Well, what do you need me for, then?
She has a son, Griffith.
She wants you to walk him out or she won't give up the numbers.
Well, maybe I can give her these as a gift.
- Keep driving. - No, he must be alive.
You want to see your son or not?
Are you okay?
Get in the car. Get in the car.
Hello, my dear. Did you get a little lost?
- What the fuck is this? - This?
This is nothing to worry about.
Once you pay for it, I don't care if you dry hump it.
Until then, just look.
It's okay.
- Okay. Arm it. - What?
You have key, arm it. It can't go off without code.
What the fuck are you talking about?
You know what this is? You're insane.
I have interested parties waiting for it to be in Washington...
...in my team's tour bus after we win this game.
So we are dealing or not? I have game to win.
This is Russian.
It might just go off.
Where's Alex? Where is my son?
Oh, yes. Bring in Alex.
- Alex. Alex. - Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.
Alex.
- What the fuck is going here? - Quiet.
- Alex. - Quiet.
This is tactical bioweapon.
It's loaded with VX gas.
The Russians call it razor. Razor.
- Razor. - Yes. Good boy.
It's just big enough to take out most the population of a good-sized city.
Outside, you can hear 50,000 of my closest countrymen.
I'm prepared to die with all of them. Does anyone here doubt this?
Yuri, do you honestly think I'm gonna hand over $25 million...
...to a man I am unlikely to see again, for a weapon I do not know will arm?
Yes.
Yes, it's here. Call back in five minutes.
Happy?
Goddamn, you're right.
You've got balls.
That is your money.
My dear, sweet, sweet little Nadia.
I would love to cut that lovely head off and take those numbers out.
I gave you everything. Everything.
You shouldn't have taken my son from me. He's all I care about.
- Cut his fingers off. - No.
If he dies, torture me, kill me, you will never get that money.
- Cut his fingers off. - No.
I've had enough. Give me my money.
When you make a deal with the devil...
...don't be surprise if you get a little shit on your shoes.
Hold this bitch still. Hold her still.
No.
- Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. - Cut his fingers now.
Keep that bitch still.
Alex. Get out.
- Mommy. - Alex.
- You should have told me. - I would have lost him.
You don't understand these people.
"The Repairman"?
Let's go.
- Whose cell phone is this? - Bostanescu.
- Who's the Repairman? - I don't know.
Come on.
- Mama, Mama, Mama. - Alex.
- No. - Alex.
Stay.
- No. - I just want my money.
Okay, just give him back to me.
- No. - I just want my money.
Give me the money.
Get in this car.
Stay here.
Give me the numbers. The numbers, bitch.
Give me the numbers. Give me the numbers.
Jesus, are you all right?
- You should have seen the other guy. - So Bostanescu's dead?
- Yeah. - Where's Nadia?
- In the car with the boy. - All right, let's get on with this.
- With what? - It's payback time.
He's given me a lot of trouble. This time, you can shoot him.
Bostanescu calls him the Repairman.
That's funny, very appropriate.
Flint, you're under arrest.
Shepard, what the fuck are you doing?
Conspiracy to kill security forces and federal agents.
We've already nailed your brother-in-arms, Bostanescu.
You two-face piece of shit.
You're the piece of shit.
This isn't gonna work. They're not gonna believe you.
You're own specialist provided the proof.
- Isn't that right, Mitchel? - He's right.
We found out everything, Flint.
You found what they wanted you to find, you dumb-ass.
What are you gonna do?
You're gonna shoot me? You're gonna kill me?
You're the Repairman.
He's a goddamn traitor. Shoot him, Griffith.
Shut up.
You know Bostanescu has a razor?
He was gonna set it off in Washington, D.C.
I would never have let him get there.
It's funny. I couldn't believe it.
When Bostanescu's nephew sent me a message.
"Check out this guy."
How many Sonni Griffiths are there?
And what do you got?
Nice warm jail cell waiting for you in New York?
That's how they pay you for the lead in your body?
That's what they pay us to do.
We're alone, Griff.
Drop the gun, Shep.
You always were the good guy.
Well, look at the bright side.
At least my life insurance is all paid up.
That was my last job.
Whatever happens, you believe in me.
Interesting man. A bit on the wild side.
Never could take orders. It's hard to believe he's dead.
I don't know, Greenfield, men like him don't tend to live long.
To be honest, I don't think he had very much to go home to.
Well, it was decent of you to bury him here.
It's the least we could do.
Goddamn national hero.
Oh, we...
We found Nadia Cominski's fingerprints...
...on her husband's murder weapon.
- He was a bad man. - Yeah, a very bad man.
Wonder what happened to the money?
I wonder.
- Was it a nice funeral? - Beautiful.
Thank you for your service to our country.
You are all officially dead.
Now go live somewhere, quietly.
So how do you feel about your husband?
He was a bad man.
What does that make me?
A very bad man...
...with lots of money.