So a question, Ms. Favreau.
Why France?
Why not London, the financial capital of Europe?
It was time for my business to expand.
And it felt like the perfect way to honor my mother.
Is she from Paris?
No, but she was from Èze, on the coast.
And as there no banks available to buy there…
No, they deal more in perfumes.
- Hello? - Mr. Campano.
One of our friends at the Marseille train station
ID'd a couple on the 7:01 to Paris.
You're sure it's them?
He seemed fairly certain.
When does the train get there?
On time arrival at Gare de Lyon 30 minutes from now.
Text me the info.
We have eight-year-old twins, but I remember those days.
Here, let us help you out.
Are we sure they were on the train?
That's what we were told…
Wait. I think I see them.
How did you miss them?
No, I don't give a shit how you do it,
I need you to find them!
Yes, I know you've been very generous.
Yes, I know…
But I can make a partial delivery…
I understand that's not what Mr. Perec and I agreed to,
but if I could speak with him…
Look, I'm gonna get you your fucking money.
I just need a minute, okay?
Another coffee, Ma'am?
Yes, thank you.
What are we looking for today?
I don't know…
Let me see something large, masculine… what someone older would wear.
Of course! Would you like some tea? A coffee?
No, no… Just the watch.
A glass of champagne, perhaps?
No, no… Actually, yeah. Thanks.
Your champagne, sir.
Your champagne.
- I'll have another. - Yes, sir. One moment please.
Yeah, I changed my mind. We're not gonna be buying.
Yes, keep your eyes on her after my sister leaves…
We follow her, and… exactly. That asshole can't be far.
Yes. Bring them to the docks. I'll take it from there.
Leave them alone.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Security!
I need security now!