♪ ♪
(vehicle approaches)
(engine stops)
(sniffling, then groaning nearby)
JANE: Hey, kid.
Where is everyone?
GUNNAR: What?
What happened here?
GUNNAR: What fucking happened here?
Fucking tell you what fucking happened here.
Um...
First, our star is missing.
Our fucking--
our financier, fucking, he just got murdered, so...
The movie is shut down, and my fucking...
my fucking career is over.
I cracked up, man, I cracked up.
Your fucking career is over when I say it's over.
What?
How would you feel
about being the new director
of Jurassic Universe?
Jur-Jurassic Universe?
JANE: That's right.
Dinosaurs in space helmets.
I-I can do space dinosaurs; I know that shit.
All you have to do is follow my instructions
exactly...
and never, ever mention
what happened here.
(church bells ringing)
♪ ♪
WOMAN: I'm not gonna do it.
It's fine, just-just ask him.
It's fine.
-Excuse me. -Hi.
Hi. I'm so sorry to bother you.
We--
Could we trouble you for a picture?
Is that okay?
Sure.
Great. Thank you.
Thank you so much.
-(grunts) -I'm so sorry.
Come here, girls.
-Come next to me. -Wait. What?
-Wow. Um... -Let's get together here.
-What? What's happening? -Uh, that's not...
I'm sorry. We-we actually just meant
a picture of the two of us.
-I'm sorry. -Oh.
-Yeah, just like that. -Okay, this way.
-Okay. -Yeah, thank you.
-Thanks. -JEAN-CLAUDE: No problem.
-Easy mistake to make. -JEAN-CLAUDE: I understand this.
Oh, could we actually get
the Ministry of Agriculture in the background?
I don't know what this is.
Do you mind?
-This, uh... -Yeah. -Yeah.
-We finally made it. -Yay.
(camera shutter sound effect)
-All right, thanks. -Thank you so much.
-Okay, that was weird. -Yeah, it's not a good picture.
-Let's wash your phone. -Yeah, okay.
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(dance music plays)
(man vocalizing)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
(groans)
(gags and coughs)
(speaking French)
(needle buzzes)
(soft footsteps approach)
HK.
(speaks French)
Whoever took over...
it's a whole new management philosophy.
Yes?
Like someone saw the promise of Dragan's organization
and decided to launch a...
Who do you think it was?
Whoever took Dragan out.
(exhales)
♪ Ne me quitte pas ♪
♪ Il faut oublier ♪
♪ Tout peut s'oublier ♪
♪ Qui s'enfuit déjà ♪
♪ Oublier le temps ♪
♪ Des malentendus ♪
♪ Et le temps perdu ♪
♪ A savoir comment ♪
♪ Oublier ces heures ♪
♪ Qui tuaient parfois ♪
♪ A coups de pourquoi ♪
♪ Le coeur de bonheur ♪
♪ Ne me quitte pas ♪
♪ Moi je t'offrirai ♪
♪ Des perles de pluie ♪
♪ Venues de pays ♪
♪ Ou il ne pleut pas. ♪
(screaming)
(shoes squeak)
(grunts)
(grunting)
(knocking on door)
How did you find me?
Come in.
Have you eaten?
I have Pop Tarts.
What is this place?
I grew up here.
It was an orphanage then.
You were an orphan?
(Jean-Claude sighs)
I never knew my parents.
I don't understand.
Your grandfather,
the emu farm...
Come.
I'll show you.
(sighs)
(emu screeching faintly)
There was no emu farm.
(sighing): No emu farm.
And no grandfather.
No JCVD, even.
Just JCVV.
Jean-Claude Van Varenberg.
An orphan.
A nobody.
That's why I didn't want to tell you.
I was afraid to tell you,
because I was afraid you would not love me
as JCVV.
(exhales)
And, um...
(shuddering inhale)
And, um...
I didn't think...
Nobody...
nobody loved JCVD.
You know?
(crackling)
The man I killed at Dragan's,
I keep seeing him.
Seeing his face.
You tried to warn me.
People always want the wrong things.
Yeah.
(grunts)
That's what makes them people.
No, JC.
I'm glad I keep seeing his face.
It's a reminder that we have to finish the job.
The job is over.
No, it's not.
Dragan's business is stronger than ever.
HK has hit every major city in the world,
and it's only getting bigger.
People are dying.
(sizzling, shouting)
(sniff, baby cries)
But we stopped the bad guy.
I kicked a piece of marble into his brain.
We were used.
Someone wanted us to get rid of Dragan
so they could take over his operation.
It was the client.
I don't have the client list.
Talk to Jane.
I can't talk to Jane.
We're out.
We blew cover.
Jane had to come in and shut down the movie.
UMA put us out in the cold, all of us.
I can't get inside.
But you can.
Has Jane called you?
I threw my phone away.
Back in Bulgaria.
It doesn't matter.
Like you said yourself,
we're cut off.
Johnson might be cut off.
But you're still Jean-Claude Van Damme.
We can get the client info.
All we have to do is take it.
JC...
(sighs)
I need this.
This is where I belong, though.
(scoffs softly)
You're alone because you run from moments like this.
You can stay here with your ghosts.
But I think you want more than that.
Don't quit just because you're scared to fail.
(sighs)
(siren wailing in distance)
(engine revving)
♪ ♪
(engine shuts off)
(phone rings)
UMA. Please hold.
(beep)
Good morning.
I'm here to see Jane Hardy.
Okay. And you are...?
Jean-Claude Van Damme.
(exhales)
ASSISTANT: Where?
Mr. Van Damme.
Ms. Hardy will be in a staff meeting for another 15 minutes,
but I can take you upstairs now.
Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
-Good morning. -Morning.
-Good morning. How are you? -Hi.
That color looks great on you.
WOMAN: Morning. UMA.
Isn't Jane's office on the top floor?
It is, but we're not going to Jane's office.
Hmm. You new here?
Never met you before.
No. I'm from a different department.
Morning.
I don't like this guy.
You got to lose him.
Hey, I know Jason.
I want to say hello.
Mr. Van Damme. Mr. Van Damme.
We really don't have time for this.
(grunts)
Just saying hello to Burns.
Where's the bathroom, please?
Around the corner, Mr. Van Damme.
Thank you so much.
Get to Jane. I'll distract her assistant so you can get inside.
(beep, click)
Wonderful. I'm sending the contracts now,
and I'll have Jane contact you as soon as she gets back.
WOMAN: That'd be great.
(beep)
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
VANESSA: Hi. Madiflynn?
-Yes? -Hi, Madiflynn,
I'm calling from the Sundance Institute.
We loved your screenplay.
(quietly): Yes.
(exhales)
Which one? (chuckles)
Uh...
one about the four 20-somethings
trying to find their way in Bushwick?
And one of them's...
a ghost of...
David Bowie?
Tuesdays with Ziggy?
(chuckles): Oh! Wow, this is so exciting.
Yeah, we were just wondering if you could tell us
a little bit more about how it came to you.
Well, it all goes back to my first birthday.
My nanny said I was a very perceptive child,
but I thought she was just being obdurate.
Well, imagine my surprise when, only six years later,
I'm graduating from Tisch.
(door shuts)
(beeping, trilling)
VANESSA: I'm in.
(chuckles softly)
I'm not seeing anything but standard actor deals.
JC, are you hearing me?
(typing rapidly)
-(buzzing, rhythmic beeping) -Shit.
There must be a secondary security protocol.
(chirping)
(beep, trilling)
(whooshing)
FEMALE VOICE: Director authorization recognized.
Security protocols engaged.
Okay, we're getting warmer.
Another server just popped up... but it's offline.
Do you see anything else?
(beep)
(whoosh)
(loud clacking)
JC?
What's going on?
Do you have something?
FEMALE VOICE: Room secured.
(beep, click)
(whooshing)
VANESSA: Where are you?
Some kind of hallway.
(clack, whoosh)
(door closes)
(computer chirping)
I'm looking at the blueprints.
There's no hallway.
Trust me.
It's here.
VANESSA: Where does it lead?
A door.
FEMALE VOICE: Please provide voice identification.
JEAN-CLAUDE: Voice recognition.
VANESSA: I can't hack that.
No, but I can.
(beep)
FEMALE PHONE VOICE: You have one saved message.
-Is that...? -First saved message.
I-I thought you said
you threw away your phone back in Bulgaria.
Jean-Claude... it's Jane...
calling from the set of the movie you just ruined.
I'm guessing you've tucked your tail between your legs
and crawled back into whatever hole you vanish into
every single time things don't go your way.
So I wanted to hit you with some truth while you're there.
You... can't... hide,
because the thing you're trying to run from-- it's inside you.
You will never escape it, so...
(beeping)
FEMALE VOICE: Analyzing voice sample.
Did it work?
(trilling)
-Yeah. -FEMALE VOICE: Identification accepted.
User logged in.
FEMALE VOICE: Server online.
Goddamn jackpot!
I don't know what you did, but that server just opened up.
FEMALE VOICE: Welcome, Jane Hardy.
(quiet computer chirps)
VANESSA: JC?
MAN: I just got off the phone with Shanghai.
They think we're undercapitalized in...
China.
Mr. Van Damme.
(man chuckles)
What an honor.
(computer trilling)
Who are you?
Well, I guess you could say
I am the face... behind the curtain.
Morris?
I thought you were a... a rumor.
A legend.
Hmm.
Many could say the same about you, yeah?
(chuckles)
(quiet, rhythmic computer chirps)
(gasps)
JC, I found something.
You weren't the only operative on the Dragan job.
I dream big.
Krisztina-- she works for you.
(inhales sharply) The best
of our new generation of operatives.
As dangerous as she is beautiful.
So you plant her inside,
and she collects all the details
on Dragan's organization.
Why?
There was no client.
This was an internal operation.
You wanted to control Dragan's business.
(computer chirps)
JC, we got what we need.
I'm copying it now.
Get the fuck out of there.
(computer trilling)
Hmm.
(chuckling)
Of course we wanted Dragan's business.
This is the way of the world, Jean-Claude,
or haven't you heard?
Why settle for ten percent
when you can own the whole damn thing?!
That's why WME bought the UFC.
And cage fighting is chump change
compared to the drug business.
Highest margins in the world.
You turned this place into a drug cartel?
You say that as if it's any less honorable
than running a talent agency.
You used me.
You used Jane.
"You use-ed me, you use-ed Jane."
(laughs)
You didn't know, huh?
You really didn't know?
(Morris laughs)
This is all her idea, doofy!
You really didn't know?
(chuckling): Oh, my God.
Honestly, whenever I think
an actor can't get more self-absorbed,
more blind to the world around them, more stupid...
(grunting)
(alarm beeping)
Fuck.
We got to move. Now!
(elevator bell dings)
(garbled radio transmission)
(sighs)
(chuckles softly)
-Jean-Claude. -Jane.
Aw.
(Jean-Claude sighs)
(Jane chuckles softly)
I was just leaving.
What? Before we have a chance to talk?
Mm. Why don't you come upstairs?
Maybe another time.
Are you sure you have to go?
I'm sure.
JC.
It's cold out there.
(sighs)
Sometimes it's good to be in the cold.
-(sighs) -Where are we going?
I know a place no one will ever come looking.
Where?
When you have nowhere to run, you must run to nowhere.
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
("Bonnie and Clyde" by Serge Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot)
(Bardot vocalizing)
(Gainsbourg singing in French)
BARDOT: ♪ Bonnie ♪
(Gainsbourg singing in French)
BARDOT: ♪ Bonnie Parker ♪
GAINSBOURG: ♪ And Clyde Barrow ♪
BOTH: ♪ Bonnie and Clyde ♪
(Bardot singing in French)
(Gainsbourg singing in French)
BOTH: ♪ Bonnie and Clyde ♪
♪ Bonnie and Clyde. ♪