We're gonna have to talk fast, man.
It's a cassette, so they rewind it. It takes, like, 40 seconds.
- How'd they catch you? - My guys fucked up.
Yeah, my guys fucked up, too.
It's a real fucking jellyfish, this.
- What's that? - It's a real fucking jellyfish.
- This. - The situation we're in?
Yeah.
I'm not really following you, man.
I grew up in Bembridge, on the coast of the English Channel.
Lot of jellyfish. Very hard to eradicate.
You try to kill one, say, spear it or what have you,
you can make two. They regenerate.
- Two what? - Two jellyfish.
I'm saying you try to solve a problem
and, in doing so, you make two more problems,
which is the scenario we're in here.
The "American Pie" scenario we're in here.
We try to handle this physicist, miss,
and now both our governments are exposed.
You're with Defense Intelligence?
- Great Britain? - I am.
You were part of the advance team?
Yeah. I was arrested at the airport on the way in.
They fucked up my passport, said I was born in 1876.
Yeah, that's why I didn't get any advance information
I was shooting the wrong guy.
Yeah. Sorry, mate.
How long you been in here?
- Egypt or this box? - This box.
I guess a week.
John.
Yeah, I heard you. I'm just trying to remember my name.
- Call me Spike. - Is that your name?
No, I just picked it, just in this moment, 'cause it's cool.
Yeah, it is cool.
I'll talk to you in 3 minutes or so.
Okay. Spike.
Hello?
Mr. Leslie Claret?
This is Mr. Leslie Claret.
Mr. Claret, this is Detective Emile Mills
calling to confirm our request to interview you
concerning your colleague, John Lakeman.
An interview scheduled between you and Sergeant Poullian
upon your arrival this evening.
Yeah.
I'll be there.
How many fillet welds would you use in that scenario, John?
I would use two.
I like the little Asian guy better.
Except for Lakeman, who's simply not going.
My plan didn't work either.
My plan to help John.
What was the basis of it?
Ah, dime sock. Lights out.
That didn't work?
Fucked it up.
What was the basis of your plan?
The basis was chuck that fucking money
in whatever the name of this river is.
The Alzette.
- Chuck it in the Alzette. - Why?
So John stops riding bikes into cars.
- Did you fuck it up? - Yeah.
Yeah, I fucked it up, too.
Yeah, you said that.
Well...
I'm gonna go see John.
I fucked up way back. Too.
First.
Thigh slice. Then I went to the E.R.
Probably, the whole... basis... is me.
The whole car thing, this whole fucked up thing. Me.
Don't do that to yourself, man.
It's a fucking intense thing going on here.
Still, it's... pretty fucked up.
- This whole thing? - Yeah.
Yeah.
He needs real help, you know?
Not the Three Fucketeers.
Yeah, well, I'm going.
Please fasten your seatbelts.
We've begun our descent into Luxembourg City.
We're landing in approximately 25 minutes.
Leslie.
Tom.
Leslie, I'm not a tugger.
I know that, Tom. I know damn well.
But I'm John's father.
And from one father to another,
could you please just walk past your sign,
outside with me,
so we can say some things to each other?
About John.
Leslie,
father to father.
Leslie.
Yeah, Tom?
How you been, Leslie?
Not too good, Tom.
Not too good.
I'm sorry to hear that, Leslie.
Got shot in the face, Tom.
Shot right in the face.
Yeah.
Well, I thought we could talk about that, Leslie.
And you'll notice that I'm not staying at the King Gerald,
because I wanted to be in a neighborhood, Tom,
where it would be a little easier to score.
Leslie, my son is not an engineer.
Leslie, he's...
Leslie, John is an intelligence officer.
And he's worked in that capacity for...
well, too long,
fighting his battles by himself...
almost always by himself.
Now, I know you've faced an awful lot, Leslie,
but he's enduring hardship beyond anything you've faced.
He's devoted and essential, Leslie.
He's a fine young man,
and I've been...
maybe not a terrific father to him.
He's a better son, anyway.
I know that anyway, Leslie.
I know about that, Tom.
I do.
And I know about trying to fix that...
Tom... I do.
I'm so worried about him, Leslie.
He...
has this dog that won't leave his side
because it knows he's hurting.
And...
I have to ask him to keep going
because what he's doing is vital.
And all I can do is try to protect him
as much as I can along the way...
which is why I'm here...
and... hope that someday,
someday soon, this will end,
and he'll be restored
and he can understand...
and forgive me.
You say he's not doing too well, Tom?
Not too well, Leslie, no.
I've been driving him, Tom.
Me, too, Leslie.
Pushing the boy.
Can I see him, Tom?
Try to work this out, man-to-man?
I don't understand what you want.
I want to know where John's father is,
where he'll be... Thomas Tavner...
for a given afternoon or evening.
I don't know anything about that.
I know I arrived here to see John.
Then he had your daughter, and now you do,
and now I want to leave.
My mom said that you would bring me to Disneyland
to meet Chip the Cup.
I'm very excited, Alice.
God...
Slow down.
I can't tell which two fingers are mine.
Holy shit.
Fuck. Can you?
Dennis, come on. Quiet down.
Does anybody have another finger?
- Are we missing one? - Yeah.
Also, ow, man.
Fuck, it hurts to get shot.
They look exactly the fucking same.
How is that possible?
- We're-we're two men. - Dennis,
you got to quiet down, man.
I sell big pipes.
What the fuck?
I sell big pipes.
Hey. You're going into shock.
Can I go to the hospital this time?
No, you went to the hospital last time.
That's why we're all shot now.
Why doesn't everybody shut the fuck up here?
I don't know, man.
Why don't we find, like, a disgraced veterinarian?
I'm not going to a French cat doctor.
- Dennis. - Cats don't have fingers.
- Apes do. Sort of. - Yeah.
Oh. Okay.
Well, we'll just find a fucking French ape doctor, Edward.
It's 2:00 in the morning.
Dennis, you saved my life, man.
Come on. You can keep it together.
You came through.
Blue ribbon balls.
I would put a blue ribbon on your balls, man,
if I had a blue ribbon.
Yeah, McClaren.
But you have to quiet down.
I don't want you getting arrested.
You're my best friend, man.
Dennis, cover up those fingers.
Put your hand in your coat and don't follow me.
Eddie, leave at the next stop.
Tell him everything.
I'm a... consultant
with a governmental department
that collects intelligence and implements processes
that are paid for and directed outside the prescribed structure
of oversight.
I don't know shit about Donnelly nut spacing systems
or... tamped fixture rim-riding grip configurations.
I'm a righty in real life.
I'm sorry that I fucked with your important work.
And with your life,
which is also probably important to you.
But I'm obligated, in instances,
to effect action
central to the completion of a specific and critical task
without regard for ancillary repercussions,
which... I'm sorry, Leslie...
has meant,
over this period we shared,
you.
I'm a goddamn mess, son.
And it's largely due to you.
Hey, guy.
Good evening.
Evening.
You have, um...
Your nose, sir.
Thanks.
I, uh...
let it rip this week.
Really,
you know...
really fucking let it rip.
You get it, yeah.
John?
Can we, uh...
Can we do that lefty?
Fuck.
What?
I have to tell you something.
You...
You're gonna be mad at me.
Tell me what?
John.
I've been fingerprinted before.
What?
I... Before.
I was...
What?
I was 14.
But, you know, same fingers as now,
so... I have to tell you.
My finger's back there.
Back where?
Back where it got shot off,
at the... at the little grocery thing.
When were you fingerprinted?
In Denton.
For buying beer and driving your Mustang.
- At 14? - Yeah.
Christ, son.
Something could have happened to that car.
- I know. - It was cherry.
I know. That's why I didn't tell you.
You know, I send you all over the goddamn planet
with the understanding that things you touch
while operating in many gray areas of the law, son...
many goddamned gray areas...
cannot be traced back to you, my son.
Now I learn that they can.
You people have to tell me this stuff.
Yeah, well, you just really liked that car.
- Well, it was cherry. - I know.
You always say that. It's...
it's kind of gross.
- Gross? - Yeah.
- Why? - I don't know.
It just is, though.
Fuck.
We can't do this.
- This what? - Cantar Walley.
If they can put you here at this time as John Tavner...
an employee of ours...
They can put you here at the same time,
we can't do this. Fuck.
Let's go get it back.
- What? - My finger.
I'm sorry.
I fucked up.
I did.
You have to get up now.
We have to leave here before there are more questions.
Home?
No, we're leaving the hospital.
I have to, uh...
remain on this task for a time.
The other side is still here.
How do you know?
Look at you.
They are intent to gain back what they gave to us.
I have to find the young man
who gave Mikham the money weeks ago...
son...
and kill him.
Lakeman.
The police mentioned the name Lakeman.
It's gonna be cool, man.
Carol's here.
So what?
So she can put your fingers back on.
Edward?
We're in here.
Hey. Welcome.
I still can't tell which ones are mine.
What's going on?
Efram, go unpack.
Thank God you're here, as a veterinarian.
- As a what? - As a veterinarian.
- Why? - 'Cause you can put his fingers back on.
- I can do what? - You can put Dennis's fingers back on.
He had his fingers shot off, and he can't go to the hospital.
- W-What? - I can't say, honey.
Work. My dad. I'm not at liberty to...
But we both got shot. I took a shoulder graze.
So we're glad that you're here
to put his fingers back on as a veterinarian,
as that is commonly seen in feature films.
What is?
When guys can't go to the hospital,
a disgraced veterinarian operates on them.
- I'm not disgraced. - I am.
- Maybe I could help you or... - Th-That part's not important.
The important part is that
because you almost work on humans,
you can then work on humans
and it's not a big deal and you can just do it.
I cannot. Edward, animals don't have fingers.
- Apes, we were saying. - Apes?
What the fuck? I don't operate on apes.
I've never seen a fucking ape.
- Okay, Efram's here, geez. - Okay, I'm sorry.
You're just... You're telling me you got shot.
I don't know what's going on. You're...
I thought we were taking a few days off.
Um, how long do I have?
To have these back on? Before they die?
Like, three hours, probably.
Like, from now?
Or from when I was shot?
You need to go to the hospital immediately.
I did that once.
- It fucked everything up. - Who are you?
Jack Birdbath.
Of course.
Can you try?
It's already been, like, 20 minutes.
I already lost my wife, and I'm 42,
so it's already creepy.
And this, I mean...
Can you try?
John.
Yeah?
I don't know.
What?
Never been in the field before.
It's not the field.
It's a 7-Eleven.
Y-Yeah.
I don't know. I...
I feel unusually nervous.
You ever bought a pack of cigarettes before?
Yeah, I used to smoke before you were born.
Your mom made me stop.
You're just buying a pack of cigarettes.
Okay.
You just walk in there up to the counter,
and I'll come in behind you.
Yeah.
I don't know. I feel...
unusually nervous to play a role here.
How do you feel?
My hand hurts.
No, I mean, besides that.
Pretty good.
Okay.
I don't.
Hey, you got to get in front.
Why?
Because you have to go in first.
Funyuns.
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