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You're a great dancer.
I'm amazing.
Take it easy, I guess.
You sure you don't want to say anything?
I'd say fuck too many times.
She wouldn't care.
No.
Oh, come on.
I can't believe he came.
Both Maya and I appreciate all of you taking the time
to help us say goodbye to our mother, Laura Welch.
Mom lived her life as a nurse,
caring for others as if they were her own children.
Hey.
Like a good Buddhist, she always said,
"Happiness never decreases by being shared."
Few of us could follow her noble example.
But as most of you know, my sister Maya came close,
spending the last nine months caring for her around the clock.
She's been a blessing in this hellish year,
and for that I thank her.
Yeah. This sucks. She would have hated this.
Hey, girls. Doug. How are you?
It's good to see you, Mr. Welch.
This must be Cleo. Hey, Cleo.
- Here, let me take her. - Where'd you fly in from?
London. I just wish I'd come sooner.
I should have been here for you.
You haven't been here for us in a long time.
I was an idiot, and I blew it,
and I wish I could take it all back.
But right now, I just want to try
and make it up to you two, please.
Maya. Hey. What are you gonna do now?
- Going home. - I mean for work.
Look, maybe this is the last thing
you want to talk about right now,
but I might have something for you,
if you're interested.
I don't know the first thing about real estate.
Oh, you don't need to. All you need is to be charming.
And under that tough exterior, I know you are.
Foreign buyers, mostly from Egypt and India.
Young.
When they come and look at the property,
they want someone to squire them around the city for a few days.
-Coddle them. -Like an escort.
Like an agent.
You know, someone cool they can relate to.
Young, alive and fun.
Well, I'm one of those things.
A thousand dollars a day, three weeks minimum.
We'll see after that.
What's the catch?
There's no catch.
But you have to meet them first in Cairo for a few days,
and then bring them here.
I haven't seen you in years. I don't even know you.
Oh, come on, Maya.
You know me. We were a good team.
It was always you and me.
But you're right.
It's been too long, and it's my fault, so let me fix it.
You've had a brutal year. You've just lost your mother.
Let me...
Let me be your father.
I can't believe I'm gonna have to pack
up this place all by myself.
What do you think?
I think this is crazy.
-I know. -No. This is crazy.
Let me see your eyes.
I'm not wasted. What the fuck?
I don't know.
He just comes along, and you're just gonna go with him.
I thought you were trying to get control of your life.
It's work. Okay?
He still owes us for the funeral, the hospital bed.
Paid. He wired us the money. Everything's taken care of.
Everything? I doubt that.
See? Sam Welch. Sent yesterday.
He's doing what he's supposed to.
Just give him a break.
From a bank in South Korea.
Well, he is Mr. International Businessman.
I wouldn't go with him no matter how much he paid.
He's the only parent I have left.
And come on, Jess.
I spent the last nine months stuck in this apartment
watching Mom die.
I'll do anything,
go anywhere to get out of this place.
- Hey. - Hey, you made it.
I have something for you.
A week up front, as you requested.
You were always a tough negotiator
since the day you were born.
What was I negotiating for? Love?
You know what you want, and you know how to get it.
So not love.
You're willing to take risks. You get things done.
That's something we both share.
You know, you've never said anything like that to me before.
Ms. Welch, would you like
anything else before we depart?
- I'm fine, thanks. - Mr. Robertson?
No, not for me. Thank you.
Robertson?
She must be tired.
To new ventures.
It's a 42 floor glass tower, three story lobby,
two pools, rooftop, basement.
Who's buying it?
Consortium of wealthy individuals.
One's in telecom, another owns a car company in India.
So you help rich people launder their money.
Uh, no.
Well, isn't that what high end
New York real estate's all about?
- That's not who my clients are. - How do you know?
Because if they were, I'd be making a lot more money.
Excuse me.
-Sam! -Khalil!
-How you doing? -Good, my friend.
-Good to see you. -Welcome back.
Thank you. Wow. What?
Is that the cheapest cigar you could find?
You know me, Sam. I don't like cigars.
So this is she.
Maya, this is Khalil Ibrahim, business partner and friend.
-For Miss Maya, small beauty for great beauty.
Thank you.
Welcome to Egypt.
There you are.
-Hey. -Hey.
Look what I found.
- Oh, my God. - You were what, 6?
Remember that trip?
-Yeah? -Barely.
You looked like your mom even then.
Nah, everyone says I look like you.
We were like two peas in a pod, making trouble, having fun.
They stood right here, put their hands here,
laid these massive stones into place.
They were slaves, right?
No one knows their names or anything about them.
We barely even remember the kings.
Ever heard of Rahotep, Intef, Thutmose?
- No. - How about Hatshepsut,
longest reigning female pharaoh?
She was a good ruler in hard times.
Akhenaten was ineffectual. Seti was brutal.
They all thought their little dramas were important,
but in the end, they're just specks of sand.
Same as the guys who laid these stones.
Insignificant.
That's depressing.
Or freeing.
You ready to go?
Sure.
Tell me about Robertson.
What?
I saw your Robertson passport on the plane.
My nom de plume.
You're not a writer.
Don't lie to me.
The least you can do is tell me the truth.
I sell real estate. I do. But in the past,
you know, my clients were sometimes a little sketchy.
It was easier to use a different name,
so it wouldn't get back to your mom or you kids.
How were they sketchy?
Some were fighting wars,
which made them desperate, sometimes dangerous.
-What do you do for them? -Did. Not anymore.
Okay, what did you do?
I laundered their money through real estate.
Of course. Where'd that money go?
To buy information or influence.
Or weapons?
In some cases, yes.
So, dictators, terrorists?
No. No. I backed the Kurds in Syria, LGBT activists in Russia.
I helped fund the Arab Spring.
You know, that certainly pissed off a few people here in Egypt,
But I choose my clients as much as they choose me.
Anyway, that's all in the past, you know?
And I'm just stuck with Robertson.
What did you do when we lived in Turkey?
Worked for the State Department.
Doing what?
Connecting with locals, gathering information.
You were a spy.
Did mom know?
Of course she knew.
Is that why we went home?
No, I...
She was just tired of moving every few years.
Didn't want to bring two children up that way,
and she was right.
I don't miss her.
Oh, Maya, it's too soon, you know?
The reality hasn't hit you yet.
She really was a saint.
There was no one she wouldn't try to help.
I wanted to be like her, but...
I'm not.
You know, it's kind of hard to say out loud,
but I was relieved when I left the hospital.
I felt almost giddy.
Freedom.
Then the guilt hit me, like a shovel to the skull.
All of that is normal. You know that, right?
I don't know. I just need to move on.
Let me help you move on.
Look, none of this is important or world-changing,
but I've built something here.
Something real.
And I want you and I to run it together.
Sorry, hold on.
I got to take this. Don't move.
Okay? What?
Uh, can I get another one of these?
Yes, ma'am.
What's up?
Maya, leave the restaurant. Now.
Why? I just ordered.
Now! I'll take care of the bill later.
Just get my iPad and walk away fast.
Okay, you're freaking me out. What is going on?
Just hurry up.
- I'm going. - Don't hang up.
Let me know when you're at the door.
You're being weird.
Just go.
Okay, I'm out. Where are you?
Walk away from the restaurant.
- The cops are here. - Just keep moving.
Go.
He's inside? And you confirmed?
-Yes. Yeah. -Did you?
Yes.
He's inside. Ready to go.
Copy that.
- What is going on? - You have my iPad?
Yes.
Head away from the river.
Okay, but where are you? What the fuck is going on?
I'll meet you at the Zebdya Cafe.
The Zebdya Cafe. It's south of you.
Just take a left at the next street and walk three blocks.
You understand?
No, Dad, I don't.
I don't. What the fuck?
I'll see you there.
We're sorry.
You have reached a number that has been disconnected
or is no longer in --
-Miss Maya. -Where's my dad?
Please, he... Something happened to him.
-What do you mean? -Have a seat.
Two men, they pushed him into a van.
No, I was just on the phone with him.
- He's coming here. - Saw it myself.
He knew they were looking for him.
I was rushing to get there, but I was too late.
There were police at the restaurant.
I thought that's why he left.
What color uniform? Green or white?
Or dark blue?
-Not white, darker. -We must go now.
- To the hotel? - We can't go back there.
Why not?
Please, Miss Maya, your father asked me to keep you safe.
I must do that. Let's go.
Why aren't we calling the police?
It's not that simple.
There are good police and bad police, like everywhere.
This is not New York. You have to know who to talk to.
It might be the police who kidnapped him.
Why would the police kidnap him?
He made some enemies here during the Arab Spring.
Let me make some phone calls, and I will find out.
Who's that?
Answer it.
- Hello. - Maya Welch?
Who is this?
- Hello? - Maya, it's me.
Dad? Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I'm just so sorry this is happening.
Please don't worry. Everything's gonna be okay.
Wait. What is going on? What happened?
Look, I know I told you I was done with that old life,
but I'm sorry.
It's just business. They want something I have.
Something they paid for.
I need you to get it for me.
Okay, well, what do I do?
You have my iPad? Open it to the calendar.
Okay, I don't have your password.
It's your birthday, sweetheart.
There's an appointment tomorrow morning.
Uh...
Okay, I see it.
Good.
Just go there, tell them my name.
They'll give you something.
And then... And then where do I bring it?
It's not that simple. You got to make another stop.
You'll see. Don't talk to anyone about this.
No one.
Okay.
And don't tell Khalil, okay?
And destroy the iPad, smash it, throw it in the trash.
Give me the phone. No more.
Maya Welch, if you go to the police, he's dead.
If you don't bring it to us, you are dead.
Do you understand?
- Yes. - You have two days.
Jesus Christ.
What did he tell you?
He, uh...
He wants me to get something so they'll release him.
What it is? Where?
He doesn't want me to tell anyone.
- Even me? - I don't know.
I guess not.
Look, I have to go to the hotel.
That is a bad idea.
Okay, well...
What about if you go?
Please, it's just -- it's one bag.
My computer's in it,
and, you know, some female stuff.
Don't let anyone in.
And keep the door locked behind me.
United States Embassy. This is the emergency number.
What's your emergency?
I, uh -- I think my dad's been kidnapped.
Are you an American citizen?
- Yes. - The duty office is
not available right now,
but we'll call you back at this number.
Are you in a safe place? -I mean, I think so, but I...
Can I come there? Can I come to the Embassy?
We don't open until 7:00.
Maya.
Do you hate your father so much you want him to die?
Why is it so hard to help him?
Your family is not my business, but I'm very fond of Sam.
He has helped me many times.
I saw a woman go inside.
She was with the police at the restaurant last night.
And what does that tell you?
I don't know.
I don't think you are really that naive.
Look, if you don't want help him, just let me.
I will do what needs to be done.
Just tell me what it is.
He wants me to do it.
I'll do it.
Thanks.
Hi.
I'm here to pick up something for Sam Welch.
No.
I was told that you have something for Sam Welch.
I need it.
Do you want to buy something?
No. I...
What about Sam Robertson?
Who?
Sam Robertson. I'm his daughter.
This?
What did you expect, Miss Robertson?
Holy shit. Okay. This is what you've got to do.
You've got to go to the airport and get on the first plane home.
What? I can't just leave.
Of course you can.
If he has gotten himself into trouble,
it is not your job to get him out of it.
But I can get him out of it, okay?
He just needs me to get him something.
What? A ransom? Come on, Maya.
How are you supposed to get that?
It's in India. I have to go there.
That's crazy. Do not go to India.
You are not up for this.
What's that supposed to mean?
Maya, just get out of there, okay?
Go straight to the airport right now!
650.
Thanks.
Passport, please.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please make sure that your seat belt is fastened
and that your seat is in the upright position.
In a few minutes, we will be landing in Delhi.
57,500.
Hello? This hotel good.
Come.
Here.
- You want my...? - Please come.
-Here. -How much?
1,500.
- Excuse me? - Yes.
Good morning, ma'am.
Hi. I'd like to access my safe deposit box.
Okay. Have you got the papers?
I have the key, as well.
Yes, I'll ask for that later.
This way.
Please watch your step, ma'am.
Keys.
In case if you need anything else, I'm just right on outside.
- You have it? - Yes.
Tomorrow, you will go to Chandni Chowk Market,
to Esplande Road.
In Cairo?
In Delhi.
You will walk the length of the road.
Someone will meet you.
And I give it to them?
Tomorrow morning, 10:00.
We'll be watching to see that you are alone.
Where's my father?
This is the way that we'll do it.
No. No.
I'll bring this back to Cairo,
and I'll give it to you when I see him.
He's not in Cairo.
Then where is he?
Do what we say, or he dies.
Fuck you.
You prove to me he's safe, or I don't give you shit.
New York.
-What? -You're from New York.
-Maybe. -It's written all over you.
-Is it? -I was there two weeks ago,
visiting my brother.
He's a capitalist. He moves capital.
What about you?
Thought it was written all over me.
Artist.
No.
Punk rocker.
Wow. That's crazy.
- You're in a band. - We're here on tour.
I knew it. When can I see you play?
- You missed us. - Did I?
-Last night was it.
- Where was the show? - I have no idea.
What are you doing now? I'm meeting some friends.
One of them's a musician, too.
At a place just around the corner.
Come with me. They're good people.
I have to get up early.
That doesn't sound very rock and roll.
Just one drink.
I can't.
You're not really in a band, are you?
Actually, I am.
No, you're not.
You're a spy.
Wait. Are you a spy?
Of course.
You gave that away pretty easy.
You must be new.
Yeah. Yeah, brand new.
CIA? Who are you spying on?
I'll never tell.
You can trust me. I can help you.
Oh, okay. This is getting too weird.
Come on. I'm just teasing.
Excuse me? Could I get the check?
- Right away. - Hey, I am just teasing.
All right? Let me buy you a drink.
Fuck.
Come with me.
I'll have what you want.
Maya Welch, look ahead. Keep walking.
I'm not giving you anything until I see my dad.
-Keep moving. Okay.
Walk, walk.
I'm going.
Answer it.
Dad, are you okay?
I'm fine. You can hand it over.
Where are you?
I'm walking away from them now.
- They could grab you again. - They won't.
They won't if you -- if you give it to them now.
Okay?
Shit!
What? What? Maya, what's going on?
Maya!
Hey!
Hello?
- What happened? - There were police.
They got your man.
Do you still have the drive?
Yes, but I need to know where --
Listen carefully.
Go straight to the train station.
Do not go back to any hotel.
Take the 1310 train to Mumbai, Central Terminal.
Someone will meet you there.
Where's my dad?
Write down the number,
then throw away your phone, or the police will track you.
Where is my dad? Tell me.
Hey. Hey, are you a taxi?
Yeah, of course.
Where can I take you, young lady?
Train station.
Can you take this turn?
Of course, ma'am.
Are they looking for you, ma'am?
It's my ex-boyfriend. He'll kill me if he finds me.
Kill you?
Okay.
Shit.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, whoa!
Police! Stop!
Go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Go, now, go!
Ticket counter is there.
He's dangerous?
I mean your ex.
Yes, he is.
Looks like he bought half the police force.
They are all a bunch of crooks.
Here.
No, no, this is too much money.
Please. You saved me.
I didn't mean that -- I mean...
Take it. Thank you.
-Train to Mumbai. -Mumbai?
Mumbai.
May I have your attention...
Do you mind?
No, of course not.
This country, eh?
I'm Emily.
Carol.
Nice to meet you, Carol.
You had a good sleep.
-Jet lag. -Tell me about it.
Going all the way to Mumbai?
Yeah. You?
Yeah. Just in Delhi for the weekend visiting my boyfriend.
We work for Arms Around the World.
Missionaries?
They thump the bible back at headquarters,
but out here, we just want to get people fed.
But you're a believer.
In making a difference in people's lives?
Yeah. Otherwise, why am I taking up space?
You don't worry about fucking things up even more?
Yeah.
But what else are we going to do?
Stick our heads in the sand?
There's too many people. There's too much suffering.
What's the point?
And yet, maybe when we save someone else, we save ourselves.
My mom used to say that.
-Yeah? You should listen to her.
Smart woman.
- Hello? - Maya Welch.
My name is Erika Papp. I work for Interpol.
-Interpol?
We know you're in Delhi. I saw you myself.
And I need you to come to the US Embassy right away.
You understand?
-I can't do that. -You're in possession of
stolen US government property.
Classified material. This is serious.
But bring us what you have,
and I'll make sure you don't get into any trouble.
Maybe you don't realize who your father's mixed up with.
Who's he mixed up with?
North Korea, for one.
They're looking for him, and for you.
Do you know where your father is right now?
My father was kidnapped.
Kidnapped? No. He left Egypt on a private plane.
We were expecting him in India and planned to arrest him
at the border, but he must have found that out.
So instead, he sent you.
You didn't know that, did you?
I have to go.
You can't leave India. You can't get to your father.
Maya...
You okay?
What is it?
It's my dad.
Oh, no. Is he okay?
Uh...
I don't know. I just found out that he's been lying to me.
Families, right?
I suppose the only thing you can do is talk to your father.
Give him a chance to explain himself.
Yeah.
But I don't even know where he is.
Will you watch my stuff?
-Careful! Excuse me.
Ma'am, what are you doing?
-That's eight. Okay. -Thank you, ma'am.
Hi.
Is Seoul your final destination, Ms. Fergus?
Yes, it is.
Thanks.
Go.
Fortunas flight 393 with service to Incheon, South Korea.
Mask down.
Hi.
Uh, do you sell phones?
Like a mobile phone? Do you sell them here?
Yes. Please leave a card.
Hey, hey.
-Hi, Daddy. -Hi. How are you?
Hey. Hello, honey girl. How are you?
You good? -Good.
Did you get me something nice?
-Yeah! -What did you get me?
Did you get me some toys? -We got your favorite stuff.
-Wow. Let's see.
Do you have a reservation?
No.
- Who is this? - I need to talk to my father.
You didn't show up in Mumbai. Where are you?
Put him on the phone, or I'm going to the US Embassy.
Interpol already contacted me.
You still have the hard drive?
Put my father on.
He's not here.
Well, find him.
Now, or I'm gone.
Are you there?
Hold.
Maya, you okay? You safe?
I'm fine.
I was so worried when they said you didn't show up.
Thank God you're all right. I'm so sorry.
This was too much to ask of you.
Yeah.
Do you have it? What they want?
I do. I'm ready to make a trade.
Good. Good, good, good, good.
That's why I came to Seoul, to give it to you.
To Seoul?
Yeah.
Dad?
I knew you were smart.
No. No, I'm stupid.
Very stupid.
Where are you exactly?
Aren't you going to say it?
You weren't kidnapped.
It was the only way. I couldn't go to India.
Then the police showed up. I had to get out of there.
Why didn't you just tell me?
I couldn't take the chance you'd say no,
so I did what I had to do.
Otherwise, I was a dead man.
I'm sorry. You're the only one I could trust.
Trust? Don't you mean manipulate?
-I mean the only one strong enough, smart enough,
fearless enough to...
...to get the job done.
What's on the hard drive, Dad?
Are you working for Interpol now?
Fuck you.
Maya, don't move.
Don't move. You think I wanted to put you through all this?
I had no choice.
I was hired to do a job, and now I have to deliver.
Who are they?
It doesn't matter. Just give it to me, okay?
I'm running out of time here.
Maya?
Ma--
Hey. How are you?
-Good. -You good?
-Are you okay? -I'm good. I'm good.
This too.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Hello? - Maya.
I know I fucked up, really.
But I need this.
How's your family?
Look, I'm not perfect.
I've lied a lot.
But this, Maya, is the truth.
If I don't get that drive, I am a dead man.
This is big, Maya. Bigger than I ever planned.
My fee, it's enough for both of us.
You can retire on it.
Never work again, starting tomorrow.
I know you didn't inherit anything from your mother,
so at least take this.
It's what you're entitled to.
Everything I've never given you, but now I can.
Maya?
I know you hate me,
but you don't hate me enough to kill me.
Maya?
Okay, Dad.
Hangang Bridge, one hour.
Maya?
I'm so incredibly sorry.
But I'm grateful, too.
You really didn't have to come through with this, but you did.
So thank you.
I know you can never forgive me, and you shouldn't,
but at least take the money.
I know it's not going to make up for what I've done,
but it'll ease the pain. -You know, this bridge
during the Korean War,
when the North was invading and the South was retreating,
this was the only way to cross the river.
So they wired it with explosives to keep the North back.
Only problem was,
they didn't warn the South Korean refugees fleeing.
So when the bridge exploded, over 1,000 people were killed.
And that's horrible, but it was a war, you know?
Maybe it saved a lot more lives.
Maybe it was worth it, for the greater good.
Is that what you're working for? The greater good?
I'm working for the good of my family.
I want to make sure we win, that you win.
That I win? Right.
I can't do this twice, Maya. I can't live my life again
and see if different decisions would change this moment.
We're stuck with what we've done,
and guilt is as useless as those prayers
your mom used to say to her Buddha.
It changes nothing.
And she was no saint.
Everything Laura did was for praise.
Her generosity,
just a way of getting what she wanted from the world.
Everyone acts in their own self-interest.
Even her. Even you.
So do you have it?
Hey, come on. Maya, please. Maya.
-Do you really think I got on that plane with you
because of money?
We both know I came because of you, Dad.
I wanted you.
And I was hoping that maybe...
you came to see me.
I am here for you. Absolutely, I am.
Oh, but this...
this is why you came to Mom's funeral, isn't it?
No. No.
Lie to me again. Go ahead.
Okay, yes, yes.
I needed your help, but then when I saw you,
the woman you are now,
you've become an amazing person, an original.
That's when it stopped being about that damn drive.
I love you, Maya.
I didn't want this to happen.
You really are my special one.
And you love me no matter what?
Of course.
Okay.
Good.
Fuck.
You stupid cunt.
Your special one, huh?
Fuck you.
Are you okay? Should I call someone?
No. I'm fine.
- Should I call the cops? - No cops. No cops.
Fuck.
Mask.
I'm at an airport in Seoul about to board a flight.
You're in South Korea?
Yeah. Seoul. He lives here.
But what happened?
Nothing.
It was all a misunderstanding.
US Customs and Border Protection welcomes you
to the United States of America.
On your person, please have all travel documents
out and with you.
And remember, if you see something, say something.
Next in line.
- Hey. - Welcome home.
Maya Welch?
Yeah.
We're gonna need you to come with us. This way, please.
Turn around.
Anything in your pockets?
Spread your legs.
You can have a seat over here.
Can you just...
You're on, ma'am.
-Hello, Maya. -What's your name again?
It's ma'am.
How did you manage to get to South Korea?
The chatter around here is that you dumped the drive
in the Han River.
Is that true?
Yeah, I was pretty pissed off at my dad.
I suppose I should thank you
for making sure it didn't end up somewhere else, but I won't.
Well, you're welcome anyway.
- Where's Sam? - Don't care.
Well, do you care that what you did is a crime?
That drive had military secrets on it, but also money.
Millions of dollars in digital currency.
Apparently with the password written right on the drive.
You should have brought it to us, Maya.
But you're a fool, just like your father.
-Hey. -Hi.
Your name is on it, but it was sent to me.
From Dad?
Something I picked up for myself.
-Jewelry? -Wow.
It's like you don't even know me.
- What is it? - Nothing.
Why'd you send it to me? That's weird.
I didn't know if I'd be back in time to get it.
You want coffee?
You're not gonna open it?
No. When's the broker get here?
Soon.
Is he almost done?
How much longer do you think?
I don't know. About 15 minutes.
Okay, cool.
What are you doing?
What the hell is this?
My inheritance.