- What do you want ma to be?
- I want to go home.
See my mum again, put this whole nightmare behind me.
- We need Barnaby Walker.
We need him alive.
Feel free to dispose of Nina Morales.
- Right now we have absolutely nothing to show
for all the shit we've been through.
You put this up your ass and I'll kill Angel.
- Where's Angel Flores?
- He's in there in the trunk.
I swear he was there.
- Yes.
- Please listen to me
we can help you find him, okay?
- Please. - You don't wanna do this.
No, no, no, please.
Don't you dare do this.
I'm gonna fucking kill you, you fuck.
I'm gonna rip his fucking fist off and shove it up
your fucking ass.
- That's not helping.
- Shut up!
- Please.
- Jesus.
You all right?
- I want to be sick but I'm too dehydrated.
Thank you.
Sorry father.
I know you guys aren't much into condoms.
Should I tell him about?
- No.
- I don't know what's wee and what's petrol.
- Barnaby, I found these.
What the hell are you doing?
- Rolling in the dirt.
- Why?
- I was doused considerably more than you.
Clearly he thought you'd be more flammable.
My hair would just go up like a thatch roof.
- Just hurry up.
- Look, if we go now, we can still make that flight.
- We're not goin' to Cancun.
- Why?
- Angel Flores.
- We can leave Mexico tonight.
- Barnaby, if we do that, he'll kill us.
Maybe not tomorrow but someday.
And I'm not living my life like that,
lookin' over my shoulder so we end this, tonight.
- I just want to have a bath and listen to The Archers.
- Get in the car!
- How are we going to find Angel?
- We're not.
He's gonna find us.
Barnaby Walker, Nina Morales, room please.
- My wife opted to keep her maiden name.
Very modern.
So what do we do now?
- We wait.
Animals like Angel Flores come out at night.
- Well, I think we've got a little bit
of a turtle head situation.
- What does that mean?
- I'm touching cloth.
- What?
- Room key.
- Turtle head, god.
- Not waddling anymore.
- Where's the cocaine?
- I flushed it.
- You what?
- Nina, it was covered in excrement.
- So?
- So, no one's going to want to put that up their nose.
- Are you that stupid?
Do you know what they cut that shit with?
- Credit cards?
- My God, Barnaby.
That was all the money we had.
- Well, at least it's off our conscience.
Speaking of which, have you worked out
how we're going to whack Angel?
- Gonna make this room look occupied.
- Silhouettes in the window,
cut out on a broom going around on a little toy train,
booby traps above the door.
- What are you talking about.
- "Home Alone", "Home Alone".
You have seen "Home Alone"?
- No.
- What, how?
It's the best kids film ever.
- Not when I was a kid.
- Well, the best kids film of the color era.
I suppose you had that one with Jimmy Stuart
where he tried to throw himself off a bridge.
- Don't give me any ideas, Barnaby.
- Have you seen "Home Alone 2"?
- Why would I had seen "Home Alone 2"
if I haven't seen "Home Alone 1"?
- Why would you not have seen "Home Alone"?
You know that stuff's very bad for you?
- Keeps me awake.
- That's not all it does.
Have you ever seen it boiled in a pan?
- Yep, and I don't give a shit.
- My father used to show us.
He never let us have fizzy drinks
though he smoked and slept with multiple women
and funded terrorism in the Middle East
so, you know, a mixed track record
when it comes to being a role model.
- Come on.
Couldn't have been all bad times.
- Struggling to think of any good ones.
- There has to be something that you and your dad shared.
- Bruges.
- What?
- When I was 12, he took me on a sort
of lads and dads trip to Belgium.
- I'm just tryin' to picture you in a strip club.
- Who needs a strip club when you've got
the Groeninge Museum's tapestry of the Penitent Magdalene?
All 10 foot of her.
I'll never forget the luminous warp and weft
of her hand dyed hair, tumbling down that simple cloak.
In so many ways it was my father
who introduced me to my love of Flemish textiles.
Even though he found them truly revolting.
- Hang onto that memory.
I know he was difficult but at least,
at least he loved you enough
to take you on a trip to Bruges so that you could
bust a nut on some old sheet.
- Well, the hiccups did slightly get in the way
of that tender moment but thanks.
- Show time.
Do you have any water?
- I drank it all.
- For God's sake, Barnaby.
- Pinch your nose and swallow 10 times.
No, do it, pinch your.
You can try sucking a lemon.
- Do you have a lemon?
- He's going to hear us.
- Then shut up.
Get down, go.
Go, go, go, go.
- Boo!
Fuck,
you scared the shit outta me.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, sh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Hey, it worked.
- Couldn't give up.
Where are you going?
Nina, no.
Nina.
- They say if you can survive the first year of marriage,
you can survive anything.
Congratulations, by the way.
'Fraid I can't let you grow old together.
- Did I get him?
- She must have seen "Home Alone".
- Barnaby?
You'll live.
- Look, I know you said that you'd kill Angel
if I smuggle back the cocaine
and obviously we don't have that anymore
but if there was something else
that you wanted me to mule instead
like, I don't know, an expensive bottle of hand cream
that's over 100 milliliters.
I think I could probably fit now that I've broken myself in.
- You're good.
Get up.
Get up!
- Picturesque.
- Nina!
- Fuck.
- Sorry.
- Come join Senora Walker.
I am gonna tear your life apart,
everything you love.
- What was that?
Get down!
Play dead. - What?
- Play dead.
- It's an assassin, not a bear.
- Get on the goddamn ground, go!
- Okay.
- Shit, stop, stop, sorry, sorry, not dead.
Really silly idea, sorry.
- Did I get her?
- Before we start, who's gonna be good cop,
who's gonna be bad cop?
I think I'm naturally more suited
to the good cop role but if you wanted to mix things up,
throw her off guard.
I'm not prepared to strike a woman
but I sure as hell will get right up in that grill.
Blow a load of Barnaby Walker in her face.
I'll be the good cop.
Hello. - So, you gonna talk?
Or are you gonna make me go to work on you?
Start pullin' some, holy fuck, yo!
- What? She doesn't have a tongue!
- And no tonsils either.
Although admittedly that is less unusual.
- Well, I guess she's a mercenary.
- You think she was paid to kill me?
- Nah, you'd be dead already.
Whoever wants you, wants you alive.
- Maybe it's the Jihadis, I mean,
technically, we still owe them money.
- Whoever it is, they are rich enough
and desperate enough to put a price on your head.
- Maybe it's Tobias McDonald, the Duke of Norfolk.
He never forgave me for telling his sister that he smoked.
I don't know why I thought it would convince her to kiss me.
- The Shermans.
- Yep, that makes more sense, sorry.
I think I've had a bit too much sun.
- This better be good news.
Have you found Walker?
- You know, the next time you want a job done right,
hire a professional.
- Are you interested, Ms. Morales?
It sounds like we're hiring.
- Now gimme one good reason why I would wanna work
with you two scumbags.
- I can give you half a million good reasons.
- He means dollars.
- Absolutely.
Bring us Mr. Walker and the finder's fee is yours.
Cash on delivery.
- So what do you want with him?
- Information, we're looking for a painting we believe
came into the possession of his late father.
- What painting?
- Specifically, a nude in oils
by a midcentury Austrian artist, Adolph Hitler.
- Absolutely not.
- Barnaby?
- Even in death, my father manages to sink to a new low.
- Do you even know what they're talkin' about?
- No, never heard of this painting nor do I wish to.
- Think your father stole it?
- Well, the man had no moral compass whatsoever
so we must assume it is a distinct possibility.
- Yeah.
I bet you could find it.
- Why would I want to find it?
I'm not my father, scrabbling around
to try and flog a painting by bloody Adolph Hitler.
- Yes, but all they want is information.
Look, we just ask for the money up front,
say that we looked for it, couldn't find it,
we did our job.
- No.
- Well it must be nice just to be able
to walk away from a half a million dollars.
- I'm sorry, I'm not getting involved in any of this.
- Don't move, conserve your energy.
It's a long walk to the nearest town.
- What was she going to do, vivisect me?
- Nah, she probably just wanted to knock you out
for a long time.
- Come on.
We have a flight to catch.
I'm sorry, I know a lot of this is my fault.
But honestly, I don't know what I'd do without you.
- Here, you need to stay hydrated.
- Thanks.
Hall and Oates, wow, this is the happiest I've been
in about a fortnight.