JOE: Hey! Hey!
You're a key witness. If we go on to catch the guy,
your statement will be important.
-Why are you following me? -I'm an investigator.
-A private investigator. -Who hired you?
-PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR: Kyle Bedrosian. -I'm not here for trouble.
You need to withdraw the statement you gave to the police.
I can't do that.
Someone like you should be very scared of someone like me.
-SPECIALIST: Don't do it. -OFFICER: You know who that is, right?
-Brain called her Specialist. -More like Psycho.
(screams in pain)
Officer, talk to me!
JOE: Is she gonna live?
This will probably help her stop from bleeding out for now.
-(gasps) -(zapping)
DEVIL: You worked for this woman.
Now, Doctor, tell me where this woman is.
Joe, I know you're keeping things from me.
-If this isn't what you want-- -JOE: It is, Jules. It is.
I want this.
I want you.
JOE: Who is this?
OFFICER (over phone): It's me, Officer.
Somebody is killing us, David.
Someone's coming. It's happening.
(suspenseful music)
(grunts)
OFFICER (over radio): The backup security team are here.
Repeat, the backup is here. They're early.
You gotta get the fuck out!
-SOLDIER: Shit! -JOE: Come on! Go!
(tires screech)
ARMED MAN: Move it! Go, go, go!
(suspenseful continues)
-(gunshots) -(both panting)
(armed man groans)
(armed men groan)
BACKUP SECURITY: Bravo Team, move in!
(both grunting)
SPECIALIST (grunts): Fuck it!
-(gunshots) -(groans)
DRIVER: Muscle! Get in the freaking car! We gotta go!
Get in the car!
Muscle!
-(speaks in Italian) -(tires screeching)
SOLDIER (in English): He's got one of the fucking bags!
(groaning loudly)
(tires screeching)
(chuckles)
SPECIALIST: So, how was your day?
-(tires screech) -(engine revving)
("Got To Be Real" by Cheryl Lynn playing)
♪ What you find-ah ♪
♪ What you feel now ♪
♪ What you know-ah ♪
♪ To be real ♪
♪ What you find-ah ♪
Thank you.
I love this place.
I'm up in the penthouse. The view is spectacular.
You should come up and take a look later.
I'd love that.
Listen, Vee, I've spoken to Jean Paul,
and we're really keen to come in as investors if there's a chance.
Oh.
Um... (sighs)
Well, there's a lot of competition for that last chunk.
-We just want five percent. -Mm...
Two million, that's doable.
Do you have the capital ready to go?
Yeah. It would only take Jean Paul a week to secure?
A week?
A week and a slot may be gone.
Well, can we make a down payment?
I can do you 100K right here, right now
if you guarantee that slot is mine.
-I shouldn't. -Please!
Oh, please.
Okay.
(chuckles)
If you want me to, I could call my father right now and see if he'd do it.
Call him!
-Yes, do it. -Yeah? Okay, okay, okay.
Fuck it.
Calling him. Okay. Wait here.
One, two,
three, four, five,
six, seven, eight,
nine, ten.
(exhales deeply)
(breathes deeply)
We're in business!
-Seriously? -Yeah, he said he'd do it!
My father sent me his bank details.
-Okay. -Show me.
-Done. -Yay!
Cheers. (chuckles)
-Watch that for me. I'll be right back. -Yeah.
("The Less I Know The Better" by Tame Impala playing)
OFFICER: Oh! Taxi!
(speaks in French)
(in English) Hon, have you seen Vee? I've got her drink.
WOMAN: No, I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
-Uh, Sami Tahar? -Yes.
Um, I'm afraid the card you used to secure your stay has been declined.
Oh, no, no, no.
I'm not staying here. That's my friend, Vee.
-She's staying up at the penthouse-- -Um...
I'm sorry, but the penthouse was in itself under the name of Sami Tahar,
using your card,
and I'm afraid that I need you to settle the bill immediately.
Well...
(Sami gasps)
("The Less I Know The Better" by Tame Impala continues playing)
♪ Said, "Come on Superman, say your stupid line" ♪
(exhales deeply)
(French chatter on TV)
(tense music)
(in English) Fuck.
Doctor.
Fuck.
-(line ringing) -(exhales sharply)
(exhales nervously)
Come on. (exhales nervously)
David.
Who is this?
OFFICER (over phone): It's me, Officer.
Driver's dead, David.
Soldier's dead.
Doctor's dead.
Somebody is killing us, David.
Someone's coming.
It's happening.
-(line disconnects) -David?
Fuck.
-(busy tone) -Fuck.
No, David.
Fuck.
(exhales deeply)
(suspenseful music)
(music intensifies)
(man groans)
(suspenseful music continues)
-(car engine starting) -(sighs)
(yelps)
(pensive music)
(inhales sharply)
JOE: Come here.
-Frankie, hold my hand. -I don't want to.
-Hold my hand. -Hey.
Stop.
Go inside.
The bell hasn't gone yet.
Why are you acting so weird?
Go inside.
I mean it.
You too, Bud. Go on.
(indistinct chatter)
(door alarm beeping)
(beeping stops)
(soft suspenseful music)
(line ringing)
(man speaks in German over phone)
(speaks in German)
-MAN (in English): Yes, I speak English. -Great.
-How can I help? -I'd like to place a job listing, please.
-Certainly. In which sector, please? -Nursing management.
(gloomy music)
(Specialist panting)
You're okay. You're okay.
(shushes)
You're okay, sweetheart. It's okay.
(Specialist panting)
Joe, can Grammy Rachel come to the wedding?
Do you want Grammy Rachel to come?
I don't know. She might feel weird.
Well, she might.
You know, you lost your mom. She lost a daughter.
Now I'm coming in and everything is, um...
Everything's changing.
Doesn't she like you?
I don't think she's spent enough time with me to know
and I don't think she wants to like me.
FRANKIE: Why not?
Uh...
She... she doesn't understand?
Understand what?
That your dad and I love each other the way we do.
You know, how after being with your mom for so long,
that your dad could fall in love with me?
Well, he did. It's not really that complicated.
(Joe and Frankie chuckle softly)
You got a good point, Bud.
BUD (giggles): No, no, no!
(ominous music)
-Want a glass? -Uh, no, thanks.
Hey, did you pay the deposit?
The wedding venue.
Oh, fuck, um...
I'll do it now.
Joe. They'll be closed now.
Shit, I'm... I'm sorry.
Today's been... It's just... It's been a lot.
I'll pay it tomorrow. I'm... I'm sorry.
(Jules sighs)
Sure you're not having second thoughts?
JOE: About the venue?
About getting married?
JULES: I'm serious.
What are you doing?
No.
("I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun" by Rotary Connection & Minnie Riperton)
Joe.
I'm serious.
No, no, no.
(glass clinks)
(vocalizing)
♪ I'm the one song of the sun ♪ (chuckles)
Come on. Come on. Move it. Move it.
(both chuckle)
What's that?
I don't know.
(Joe singing along)
-JULES: All right. -(chuckles)
I'm not having second thoughts.
I'm still mad at you right now.
-(whispers) Really? -Yes.
(Jules moans)
We gotta take out the trash.
-(soft chuckle) -It's pickup day tomorrow.
I got it.
(upbeat music playing over stereo)
(zapping)
(tense music)
(Joe groans)
(car engine starting)
(engine revving)
MASKED MAN 1: Oh, there he is.
You pissed yourself, tough guy.
When we shocked you...
you pissed your pants. (chuckles)
-You know why you're here? -(Joe breathing heavily)
MASKED MAN 1: Don't be coy.
You know what you did.
Do you know what happens now?
We cut your balls off.
We slit your throat.
We burn this place.
Then burn your home.
With everyone inside.
Do you want that?
Then listen to me.
Take back your police statement.
Say you were mistaken.
And then stay the fuck away from Mr. Bedrosian.
-You understand? -(breathing heavily)
Good.
See, I don't know who the fuck you imagine you are.
But you cannot just threaten a man like Mr. Bedrosian
-and expect to walk away. -(chair creaks)
That's against the natural order of this... this, this ecosystem.
See, there's a pyramid, a hierarchy.
The fucking sharks, the fucking fish, fucking plankton.
-You are plankton, okay? -(tense music)
Don't forget that.
See, plankton doesn't make trouble for the sharks.
Ever.
Do you understand me?
-(Joe grunting) -(masked man 2 groans)
MASKED MAN 1: Fuck.
-(intense music) -(masked man 2 groans)
-Fuck. -(shouts)
-(masked man 1 groaning in pain) -(clattering)
MASKED MAN 1: Fuck.
(coughs, panting)
(Joe grunts)
Roll over. Put your hands behind your back.
You brought your license with you?
JOE: Fucking amateurs.
(breathing shakily)
(car alarm beeps)
I got jumped.
JULES: Jumped? What? What do you mean?
I got tasered. Taken.
What?
-JULES: Tasered? -(water running)
Did you get robbed?
-(water stops running) -Um, no.
The person in the hit-and-run, the person whose license plate I gave to the police.
(clicks tongue) Um...
(inhales sharply)
He's trying to scare me into retracting my statement.
Fuck, Joe.
Fuck.
-Are you okay? -Yeah, yeah. Don't worry.
I'm just totally exhausted.
I fixed it.
-We got to call the police. -No, no.
But this is insane. We have to call them now. Tell them.
No, don't.
Police won't help.
They won't help us.
What do you mean?
-I fixed it. -Stop saying that.
We can't call the police.
-Joe, you're scaring me. -I know, I know.
I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, but I...
-Hey. -Just...
Hey, talk to me.
Please talk to me.
I will.
Just... Can we...
Can it wait?
I can't think straight.
I'm so tired. I just need to sleep.
(engine revving)
Hmm.
(sighs, sniffs)
NURSING SERVICE MANAGEMENT
(suspenseful music)
(imitates explosion)
("Mr. Sandman" by The Chordettes playing)
♪ Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream ♪
MRS. BEDROSIAN: Oh, my God.
Kyle!
Go back inside.
Who did this?
Kyle!
♪ Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over ♪
♪ Sandman, I'm so alone ♪
♪ Don't have nobody to call my own ♪
♪ Please turn on your magic beam ♪
♪ Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream ♪
(muffled grunting)
♪ Mr. Sandman, bring us ♪
♪ Please, please, please ♪
♪ Mr. Sandman, bring us a dream ♪
JULES: All right, come on. Let's go. Let's go.
-You have your lunch money? -BUD: Yeah, I got it.
Have a good day.
Thanks for taking the kids.
I want us to talk later.
You gonna be home?
Yeah.
I'll be here.
We can talk.
Hey.
I love you.
JULES: Me too.
JOE: Be you.
-(phone chimes) -(car doors opening)
-(car doors closing) -(car engine starting)
(car engine revving)
(exhales sharply)
(tense music)
(intense music)
(Specialist snoring)
(alarm blares)
-(alarm blares) -(chimes)
(suspenseful music)
(music intensifies)
(Specialist grunts)
-(Specialist speaks in Norwegian) -WOMAN (in English): What?
-Are you lost? -WOMAN: It's me!
It's me, Officer!
(Officer groaning, panting)
SPECIALIST: You.
-Are you alone? -Yeah.
I'm alone. (panting)
I need your help.
-Get up. -(groans)
How did you find me?
OFFICER: It took years.
I hired three teams of investigators.
We scoured digital trails and Internet chatter,
had monitors on international airports, but...
nothing.
So we started sending out messenger pigeons.
Yeah. Messenger pigeons.
To all corners of the globe.
Each had a description of you and a contact email.
And finally...
Finally.
After sending out hundreds of birds to dozens of countries...
Found a thread.
Really?
No.
-(sighs) -Not really.
I use a facial recognition app.
I found you in a photo.
On Facebook.
You're in the background in the general store in Longyearbyen.
Some tourists accidently took your picture.
-Posted it. -No.
-Yeah. -No.
-I'm afraid so. -Fucking Facebook!
It's going to destroy the world.
Wait.
How did you get a photo of me to put into the app?
I took photos of everyone from back then.
I took them while we prepped.
For insurance.
Brain was very clear that was not allowed.
Oh.
Oops.
Driver's dead.
Killed.
And Soldier and Doctor.
Thought it might be you at first.
Cleaning house.
It's not out of character.
But then he came for me, and it wasn't you, so...
Who was it?
I don't know.
Male, white, slim.
White hair. He wore a mask.
Felt like a professional.
I didn't get a good look.
As soon as I saw him come in, I maced him and I ran.
I got away in my car. It was close. Too close.
Did he have a tattoo here?
On his neck?
An eye on a pyramid.
I didn't get a chance to see.
-Do you know who he is? -Why are you here?
I had nowhere else to go.
But why me?
Why not your friend, Muscle?
You don't even like me.
No.
But if someone wants to kill us, I know the safest place in the world
is standing right behind you.
OFFICER: Have you heard from anyone else?
-Like who? -The crew.
Dianne.
-You heard from Dianne Harewood? -No.
(cups clank)
OFFICER: You're not surprised?
You're not surprised that someone's killing us.
We took over 100 million pounds.
I'm surprised they haven't killed us already.
They? Who's they? The people we stole from?
Or one of us.
Is it just you out here?
Mm-hm.
Don't you miss being around other people?
You should drink.
Keep yourself warm.
How do I know this isn't spiked?
I guess you don't.
Hmm.
(Joe grunting)
(grunts)
Ah, shit! Ugh! (groans)
(coughing)
JULES: Thank God.
Fuck. Are you okay?
I was calling. You didn't answer.
I... I sent messages.
Where were you?
Why are you dirty?
Jules, we need to talk.
Can you just wait down here for me? I'll...
I'll just be a second.
What is it? Is this about the guys that tasered you?
-JOE: No, no, no, um... -Is it...
Please, can you just...
listen until I finish what I need to say?
Okay.
You know, uh...
how my parents died in a fire in the home and, um...
that everything they had, everything...
everything I had was... was burned?
That was a lie.
There was no fire.
My parents aren't dead.
They're alive. They...
They live in England.
I was...
I was born in England.
I'm English.
Jules, I'm English.
My name isn't Joe Petrus.
It's just a name I chose not...
long before we met.
Joe Petrus has only really existed for...
for three years, he's...
His paperwork, his history, none of it's real.
So, what's your real name?
It's better if you don't know.
(exhales sharply)
I don't understand. Are you... witness protection?
No. Sort of like that.
But I had to do it alone.
I did something.
Something I had to run away from.
Before I met you, before I... I came here...
I did bad things...
for money.
Illegal things. I... I stole things.
You're a criminal.
I hated it.
I hated that life.
I needed to get out.
So I did one last job and I ran.
I started over.
And I thought my old life was gone.
But it's not gone.
People have been killed.
People I worked with, people that did the same crime,
they have been...
they have been found.
They have been killed.
-Killed by who? -I don't know.
But unless I go fix this,
someone will come for me too. And...
if they find me with you...
What are you saying?
I never wanted to put you in danger.
We're in danger?
The kids.
How could you do that? How could you bring this to us?
-How could you-- -I'm so fucking sorry.
Joe.
Fuck.
The kids.
But why would you even get involved with me if you knew all this?
If you knew that this danger was out there?
I...
I just fell in love.
(exhales sharply)
You just fell in love.
-I didn't know how not to want this, it-- -Oh, fuck you.
(breathes deeply)
I fell in love too.
But if I knew...
If I knew you came with...
with all this...
(Jules breathes deeply)
I always sensed you'd had some trauma in your life.
You always had this damaged little boy thing going on, but...
I always thought you were a victim of something.
But you're not...
are you?
You're not a victim.
I'm gonna fix this.
Jules, I promise.
I'm gonna fix this.
What did you do?
What was the crime?
Jules, listen to me.
We're in danger.
I know it's not fair on you,
but we haven't got time for you to be angry right now.
Oh, fuck you.
JOE: Inside here is...
50,000 dollars in cash.
There are two handguns and ammunition.
There are three passports...
for you, the kids, and fake names.
There are burner cell phones and a set of keys to a house.
(sniffles) A house I own in Canada.
Oh, my God.
Listen, Jules...
There may come a time when I'm away,
when you just have to take the kids and run.
And you have to promise me that if I tell you to go, you'll just go.
Leave your cell phone, leave everything.
Just take this bag to that house in Canada and stay there.
Just go and hide.
Wait.
What the fuck did you do, Joe?
I did a bad thing.
Now I'm gonna undo it.
Jules, look at me.
Jules, look at me. Look at me.
You know me.
Better than anyone has ever known me.
The person I am with you, that's me.
(sniffles) That's the real me.
I don't even know your real name.
Go.
Do what you need to do.
But listen, Joe, if anyone gets anywhere near my kids,
if I feel that my kids are in any kind of danger,
I'm calling the police
and I'm telling them everything you just said to me.
Please.
No, please don't do that.
Then you better fucking fix it.
-(Jules slurps) -(glass thuds)
Jules.
Fuck!
Fuck.
-(groans) -SPECIALIST: Get up.
-You drugged me. -Yeah. I had shit to do.
(Officer groans)
I didn't want to have to listen to you chatter all night.
Where's all your stuff?
Get dressed then meet me outside.
(groans, sucks teeth)
-(Specialist whistling) -(fire crackling)
(sighs)
I really like this place.
We should go.
Go where?
To go end this.
(crackling continues)
(engine starting)
(engine revving)
JOE: I'll only be out of town a couple of weeks, okay, Bud?
Look after your dad and sister for me. Okay?
-(car brakes squealing) -All right?
-Are you gonna FaceTime us? -Often as I can.
-And bring us back gifts? -Of course!
I love you, Poppa Joppa.
I love you too.
I love you.
JULES: I know.
Your car's here.
I'll miss you.
JULES: Be careful.
Go.
Be you.
(suspenseful music)
(car engine starting)
TAXI DRIVER: Airport, right?
Which terminal?
International.
(engine revving)
(closing theme music)