[engine revving]
[electro pop music]
[engine revving]
What the fuck?
Easy, cowboy.
[phone ringing]
- [Dieter] Hello, Frank.
- Can you hold on a minute?
- That's not safe.
- What's not safe?
Some inappropriate driving.
You see, Frank? That's why
I can't ever trust you
with Sophie.
- Sophie?
- Sophie, yeah.
That's what I'm calling
the new car.
I don't like it.
It's not a pet, Dieter.
I don't understand why you won't
just let me drive the car.
It will need negotiating.
- Well, that means
you need a favor.
- No, I need a suit.
Go to that place downtown
by the waterfront.
Take my credit card. I'm busy.
Always busy.
Sophie.
Give it to me.
Sorry, babe, gotta go.
Time to ditch this
tailing piece of tail.
Dude can drive. No doubt.
- You need anything else?
- That's all.
Thank you.
- [beeping]
- You're late.
Just give me the address.
Next left.
- Shit!
- What?
- What happened?
- My shirt. It's ruined.
Whatever. You've got
90 seconds to the pickup.
I can't meet the client
with a dirty shirt.
You're 100 meters
from the pickup.
Bye, Carla. Jesus.
Rule Number Five, Frank,
no coffee in the car.
Now who's late?
Rule One, people.
Rule Number One.
The drop's late.
Patience is a virtue, Frank.
They're still late.
Better than being really late.
I'll give them 30 seconds.
Come on, you need
to be more flexible.
They're Americans, they're late.
Drop the phone.
Nice and easy.
No sudden moves.
Hands in the air.
Turn around.
Jack Perkins?
What the hell
are you doing here?
Surprise. I'm the package.
Oh, no.
You're the reason
I'm in the US? No way.
Absolutely not.
- I made it worth your while.
- It's not about the money,
Jack. It's the rules.
Fuck the rules, Frank.
The wrong people find out
- I'm back, I'm dead.
- Was the gun really necessary?
Precautions.
You never woulda got the drop if
these were still workin' right.
- What?
- Photoreceptors in my eyes.
- Done.
- You don't fight any different.
I still think I'm gonna win.
Ha, ha, ha!
Yeah, I remember that
from that close-combat training
course you ran for us.
Why you're still in one piece.
Not the only reason.
I would never have
got out of that village
if you hadn't come back for me.
You think I would have
just left you there?
So...
You just gonna leave me here?
You can't smoke in the car.
What? Do you think I'm crazy?
Smoking'll kill you.
This'll kill you quicker.
Take it easy with it, will you?
We need to turn off
your cell, and your GPS,
any other tracking devices. Only
land lines from here on out.
I'm not getting involved
in Agency bullshit.
Frank, you're the
only one I can trust.
If I could drive
myself, I would.
Please.
Where to?
George Street.
- And where would that be?
- I'll tell you where to go.
[chuckling]
The blind leading the blind.
Yeah.
What are we doing?
Best Philly cheesesteak
in the world.
- I just want a couple to go.
- You're not eating in the car.
Fine. We'll eat
in here then.
When I was working outta
Langley, I'd come down here
2, 3 times a week.
When Laura wasn't in school,
I'd bring her with me.
That's the hardest part
about being in the field.
Having to leave
her behind.
She had a kid.
Frank, I'm a grandpa.
I've never even
seen his face.
Nearly 7 years old
and I've never heard his voice.
It's time to come home.
You couldn't just have Laura
pick you up at the airport?
Complications.
With the CIA?
You're kidding.
You're sure no one knows
- you're back?
- I hope not.
- [cell phone ringing]
- I said no phones.
It's a burner. Dieter.
Frank, if the invitation
says black tie,
can I wear a black tie
with blue jeans?
- Is this an emergency, Dieter?
- Yes, it's my sister's wedding.
- I can't talk about this now.
- Do you want to drive Sophie?
Don't give the cars names,
Dieter. Where are you?
I'm at a very expensive
men's clothing store in town
and the guy was so rude to me
I had to go out
before I smacked him
in the mouth.
- Go back in.
- Back?
- Talk to the girls.
- There are girls?
Yes. It'll be better.
Girls are better. That's
right, Frank. Okay, thank you.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
What could go wrong?
[people screaming]
Someone didn't like
their sandwich!
- Maybe their beef is
with someone specific.
- Beef?
You making a sandwich joke?
That's good. Stay positive.
Step up. Step down. Stop.
- How many?
- Three.
One more, behind them.
Street level. Firing from a car.
No echo.
- Could you put that away?
Someone could get hurt.
- That would be the idea.
Jesus.
- Lucky.
- Ha! Says you.
If you listen, everything
stands still. Listen.
For breathing, clothes rustling,
footsteps. Even a man's
thoughts carry sound.
- Can you hear
what I'm thinking?
- Loud and clear, Frank.
It's time to kick some ass!
- Tie!
- Frank!
Tie!
What's the deal?
Some shit went down
in Eastern Europe.
A network was exposed, a bunch
of agents ended up dead.
- Blown?
- I thought so.
Only a handful of people
knew about the program,
they were all Stateside.
I ask a few questions,
- I get no answers.
- But you keep digging.
These guys were my friends,
Frank. I ate in their homes,
I met the kids.
I couldn't just walk away.
Turned out every
so-called blind e-drop
that I used for the last 3 years
was duplicated
to a site in Panama.
Someone was stalking you?
My guy in South America
sniffs it out,
turns up a data dump
with a shitload of information
no one's supposed to have.
At least, not in
the same place.
Don't tell me
you copied that data.
I had to. Two days
after I find this out,
my place in Prague
catches on fire.
I'm not there,
but a friend of mine is.
He goes running out, gets shot.
Witness said it was
by a guy in a green Volvo.
Next day,
the NY handlers
call me in.
I'm going to the meet,
guess who's waiting for me?
Green Volvo.
I'm being set up, Frank.
To look like you blew
the European operation.
But, I have that data.
Secure master codes;
NSA comsat matrixes;
NATO tactical scenarios.
It's a whole heap of shit
that's not supposed
to be floating around.
That's the package.
Did you contact anyone at the
CIA before you came home?
I reached out to one person,
an old friend.
You're not safe, Jack.
Why do you think I hired you?
Where're we going?
Hartford, Connecticut.
I need answers from you.
Agent-involved shooting last
night. Philadelphia. Thoughts?
It was all over the news.
How do we know it's agency?
We know it's agency because
it's Jack fucking Perkins.
Surveillance tapes
at the shop.
I thought he was in Europe.
The op went bad, Smith.
- What happened?
- Nothing good.
But he's here.
He's partnered up
with this guy.
Any hits?
Nothing yet.
But Mr. Suit and Tie's a pro.
Fake plates, but he shouldn't be
hard to find. Perkins hired him
because he's running.
From what?
The question I want
answered is, to where?
And you want me to find him?
Why else would you I call you
here? And what are you
still doing here?
And Smith?
Keep your gun in your pants.
I want him alive.
Excuse me.
- Can you help me?
- I don't work here.
Ew.
- Bonjour.
- Je peux vous aider?
- Oui. Je voudrais un noir...
- Would you prefer
I speak English?
- That would be great, yeah.
I'm looking for some stuff
for a black tie.
Hm. What were you thinking of?
I don't know. Some stuff...
black tie, or pants or...
I think I have
just what you need.
I was thinking the same thing.
We got a hit on the car.
- Just be careful.
- Seriously?
How hard can it be
to pick up some blind dude?
Jack Perkins was the Agency's
top field man, fucknuts.
If he doesn't want
to be brought in,
- you're gonna die trying.
- Why isn't the NSA
handling this?
We're keeping
this one in-house.
- Xavier was running
Perkins though, right?
- All East European ops. Why?
Hm. Just heard things.
Perkins landed in the shit
because of her, right?
- Is this a straight-up hit?
- She wants him alive, okay?
Then why send us?
Alive, fucknuts!
- Jack, stay where
I can see you.
- Fine.
- It's a very good look for you.
- Yeah.
- Distinctive.
- I have to call my friend.
I already know what
I'm going to wear.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- [cell phone ringing]
Did you get what you wanted?
I got the outfit, I think.
- And a date for the wedding.
- A date?
Well. Well done, Dieter.
What are you wearing?
- I wear snakeskin!
- What?
- No.
- It's cool.
No, hot. It's hot.
Not cool. Heh, heh.
- Send me a picture.
- Okay. Just wait.
We'll have a picture. So...
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no. No!
- Why not?
- Because, no. Tell the girl
you need a black suit.
She says it looks boring.
Your sister will kill you,
and then she'll kill me,
if you show up wearing
snakeskin pants.
Okay. Thank you, Frank.
Okay, listen, my friend
says it's not right.
I love it, but...
Will you help me to find
just a normal suit?
Not too expensive...
Sure, I will get someone
to help you with a suit.
What are we doing?
We're not doing anything.
I want to see if we're
on anyone's radar.
Hunting the hunters.
I like that.
Here's the deal. You want me
to drive you to the package,
you do what I say,
when I say, how I say.
- Deal?
- Deal.
Hey!
Footsteps on the pavement.
[shower running]
Clear.
Jesus Christ!
Tell the maid
we had to leave early.
Come on.
I need you to stick
to the rules.
The rules need to bend, Frank,
we need to be flexible.
Be like the willow branch.
Please. Please, please, don't.
The guy in the bathroom,
what'd he look like?
Black, well built,
sunglasses. Chews
on a toothpick.
I know him. Merck.
Wannabe spyboy.
Works for Xavier.
- Xavier?
- The one I reached out to.
The one who betrayed you?
And is behind the Panama site?
He'll be headed for the drop.
- [man] The one by the river?
- The one he's always used.
He's putting up
a hell of a fight.
You're authorized to use
whatever force necessary.
Understood.
- This is what we call
a "dead drop."
- What are you doing?
Great, huh?
I mean, who would think
to look here?
So, you got it?
I can't come back.
I'm fucked without the drive.
Well, where is it, Jack?
- The drive, please.
- I'm sorry, but
we don't have it.
- Now I'll kill you.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Rolf, is that you?
- Listen, he's just the driver.
Leave him out of it.
- Rolf? You know this guy, Jack?
Yeah. Shot him
in the Sudan once.
The Sudan?
That must have hurt.
Rolf,
somebody at the agency
tell you I'm back?
I got a call. A chance
to kill the great Jack Perkins.
You couldn't handle
the great Jack Perkins.
[chuckling]
You remember that rigged taxi
in Istanbul? Frank,
you should have seen it--
this Einstein sets a trap,
sends his own guys into it.
Blows his brother's head
clean off the shoulders.
Kill this blind piece of crap.
Jack, behind you.
Frank!
[cracking]
The Phoenix Claw?
Frank, I didn't know
you were paying attention
when I taught that. Nice.
10 degrees.
A little more, Jack.
How do you do that?
- First, you listen.
- No, not this again.
Second,
even a nearly blind man can see
a bright orange sweater.
The urn was attached
to the plate. Broke off
when Rolf hit it.
What?
This is it!
- [chuckling]
- This is the drive!
You... he put it in the urn.
This is hysterical.
Hysterical, yeah. Think
we should get out of here?
Come on.
So now we're at war
with the CIA.
Any thoughts
as to next steps?
No. War's a little strong.
I'd call it a skirmish.
Whatever you want to call it,
I'll be happier
when this is over.
What are you so gloomy about?
We've got the drive!
Well, what good's
that going to do us?
It proves I'm not the mole!
Backtrace the file routes,
you find out who is!
- I'm off the hook!
- Whoever sent those
clowns back there
wants you dead either way, Jack!
You're on the hook
more than ever.
That's why we have to
get this to the right people.
And they would be...?
Great. Just what I thought.
You have no idea.
What is it?
Shit!
- M-16?
- I don't know, could be
an M240. I'll pull up and ask.
Frank?
[honking]
Those big SUVs are never safe.
I've always steered
clear of them myself.
- Alba, I feel you're upset.
- Why would I be upset?
I spend so much time here,
and now, I get only some white
shirts and this boring suit.
- Well, at least it fits you.
- What can I do
to make you happy?
A drink? Or a dinner?
Platinum cufflinks
with diamonds.
- Okay, and then a dinner?
- No. No dinner. I'm sorry.
- Okay, but I thought we--
- Do you want the suit?
What? No. Or yes.
Whatever you want.
Okay.
I'm just a mechanic.
[sighing]
You look good.
You too.
No cufflinks.
Your sister will
be happy. Okay?
- Okay.
- I get off work at 8.
[police siren]
[beeping]
Oh, shit.
- Where the hell
have you been, Frank?
- Busy.
I've got another job lined up.
Toronto.
- I'm still on this one.
- I've been working
on this deal for 2 months.
The client was very clear.
You were supposed to make
contact 36 hours ago
and he hasn't heard from you.
He's called 4 times already
today and he's threatening
to cancel the contract.
What happened to the schedule,
Frank?
Focus, Carla.
I need you to focus.
Put down whatever
you're doing.
Dodge Charger, 2011,
Delta Kilo Echo India
39574.
Wait a sec.
The DKE series is restricted.
Level 4 security.
Could be NSA. CIA.
Frank?
[sighing]
Let's move.
Goddamn state troopers.
Here, buddy.
- Who were you calling?
- A contact.
Xavier?
She's the only one there
I can trust, Frank.
I have no other options.
It's not like I can
put it in the mail.
I have to see this out,
one way or the other.
I'm not hiding anything, Frank.
If I was dirty, I would've
left you at the cemetery.
You need me to drive.
I need someone I can trust.
I checked out others.
Even ran one against you.
The Mustang.
She was good, but
she's no Frank Martin.
You know, I'm flattered,
but you're a survivor.
You'll be fine.
I dunno, Frank.
Maybe that's what
I came back to find out.
I trust the idea of a grandson.
A kid who won't betray you.
It's hard to come back in.
Andy Gretz,
hits the bottle,
beats up his wife,
and when the cops come, he goes
out the front door, firing.
Gets about 6 feet.
Sam Falstaff? He got so paranoid
he couldn't even go outside.
Some pizza guy shows up,
Arab-looking kid.
Wrong address,
but Sam grabs him.
Fries his balls for 3 days
with a car battery,
until the cops come.
Now he's doing
the Thorazine shuffle
in a facility upstate.
I want to come home,
but I don't know if I can.
When I left the service, I--
I worried, too.
I thought I couldn't come back.
Are you back, Frank?
Seems to me
you're still running.
We're going to make it, Jack.
That's the deal.
We saw the Audi at
a gas station in Stamford.
- You couldn't pick him up?
- Local 5-0.
And then the driver made us
and nabbed him up.
So what happened
in Connecticut?
That was one
of Jack's dead drops.
The Panama asset
must have given it up.
Huh. Well, something's off.
Who's that driver? And why
the ambush at the motel?
And if he wants to come in,
why's he fighting us off?
I don't know. You know
how these guys get.
I don't want any more bodies.
Well, we could have taken him
out at Stamford and you told us
- to hold off.
- He's got something I want.
Just as easy to get it
from a dead asset as a live one.
Why are you so anxious
to kill him, Smith?
I could ask you
the same question.
You know, maybe we should
take it to the director?
Hm.
And maybe we can
handle it ourselves.
All right. What's the play?
He wants a meet.
There's the driver
right there.
Huh. Gave your guys
a lot of trouble, huh?
He got lucky.
Thanks for the ride, Frank.
I got it from here.
This is your Plan B?
Wait for them to show up?
Sometimes
you just wait,
figure out the play
as it goes.
Beat it, Frank.
This isn't your fight.
I've been thinking
about a day at the beach.
Now seems like as good
a time as any.
Hey, I paid for a transport.
I can't afford
bodyguard rates.
Well, this one's on the house.
All right.
But don't fuck things up.
I want Perkins' information.
It comes to me,
- and only me, understood?
- Understood.
- Good.
- It goes no further.
Jack.
Blanche.
And Smith too?
You're still wearing
that shitty aftershave.
What's he doing here?
This is big kid stuff,
so get lost.
Further, jackass.
Come on, I can still smell you.
Get outta here.
- Hey, Jack.
- You have a leak, Blanche.
I know.
Give me the drive, Jack.
Maybe you are the leak.
I just want you
home safe.
Everything on this drive
came from the NSA mainframe.
But your creeper left a trail.
Look at the source codes,
find your mole.
Give me the drive, Jack.
[kids yelling]
- Smith?
- [people screaming]
Get him, Frank!
I got these guys!
- Need a ride?
- What are you doing here?
Got a call from the blind
dude. Something about a Plan B?
Nice move down in Philly,
by the way.
Push over.
No, not him, you idiots.
He's one of us. It's Smith.
Um, what just happened?
It's complicated.
Smith!
Okay, man. Okay, you got me.
Hey, come on.
[grunting]
- If you listen,
everything stands still.
- [Jack] ...stands still.
Who's the winner? Who is it?
Look straight ahead.
Uh-huh. Okay.
Can you give me a minute?
That blind Samurai routine
is harder than it looks.
Fight the space.
Don't fight the man.
Okay, Sensei.
- Thanks for
bringing him home safe.
- You're welcome to him.
Come on. He's one
of the good guys.
I was afraid you'd say that.
Ah! I never really
liked Smith.
He seemed like a rich kid
with a James Bond hard-on.
Not a real agent.
Someone taught him
how to fight.
- Oh, no.
- [chuckling]
I didn't wanna say anything.
Hey, he was never
as good as you.
Can you take him home, please?
There's someone he needs to see.
- Let's go, Jack. On our way.
- Be safe.
Whoo!
You need a clean shirt.
[laughing]
Jack,
watch the goddamn car.
I was wondering
where you'd got to.
A little too much
cop action for me.
You got plans tonight?
I'm heading
into Canada tomorrow.
Oh, playing hard to get?
Who's playing?
I've been wanting
to do this since Philly.
I'm sorry I had
to run out on you.
- I'll make it up to you.
- Yes, you will.
You know anywhere we can
get a drink in this town?
Sure. You driving?
Seatbelt.
You always wanted
to be a driver?
I was going to be an
accountant but the hours
didn't work for me.
Driving every day does?
Unless it's a night drive.
I like a little
night driving myself.
I'm sure you do.
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]